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How would Sinners react to a proposition of skinny dipping? You don't have to write all of them ofc :3

Ohhh, you are going to be the end of me /pos /nm the way I had to ponder this for so long. I’m dying

Unedited! Slight nsfw themes (mentions of nudity) ahead!

Hmm, I think Don is all for it as a fun adventure. Like, oh cool you want to swim in a lake together, this will be so fun, you can find something to jump into the water from or splash each other. If she’d be excited for having sone fun in the lake with someone, it’d be you. Those are her thoughts for exactly ten seconds before it hits her that skinny dipping also includes both parties being naked, preferably away from everyone else and pretty intimate. Her eyes get a bit wide as she’s hit with that realization but she’s Don, of course she won’t back down. Might blurt out something like ‚naked?’ Just as that thought enters her mind, not that she minds. She just doesn’t have a filter. And is very eager to do the activity with you still. Still, her openness doesn’t mean she’ll be normal about it. I could see her making quite a ruckus about sneaking off with you (not even to show off and let others know, she’s just like that plus you gave her a lot of positive emotions to process) so your little skinny dipping session will be anything but a secret. Bonus is that for a good while after you ask, you could swear her cheeks turned a semi-permanent shade of pink. The shoes stay on of course. Even when you question her about it, she’ll respond like you’re the one being silly for expecting anything else

Again with sinners being anything but normal, we have Sinclair. He’s another one who will ask the same question of „…Naked?” But in his case it’s not prefixed with excitement and joy. Not that he wouldn’t want to do it. He just didn’t expect you to propose that and even if you did, he’s still a bit surprised that you proposed that to him. He just simply… wasn’t expecting this. And with the insight I have from reading his book, I would guess that the whole concept would bring him more stress than joy. First of all, he doesn’t like himself all that much, so the perspective of stripping in front of somebody he likes… is anxiety inducing. Besides, despite keeping it all well hidden and marinating in his brain, his mind - more often than not - leads him uh. Places. He starts thinking about things he… really feels bad for thinking in relation to his favourite coworker. About your body and the connotations of your proposition. Lewd possibilities cross his mind and with each one he feels more and more awful. This is much worse than the ambiguously wet dreams plaguing his mind (as they do in the book), since at this point he at least doesn’t realise who the motherly figure in them is. But he knows you. And he feels like he shouldn’t be thinking about you in that way. You’d find that disgusting, find him disgusting. You probably already do. And he wouldn’t blame you for that. In the past (again, in the book), it took one lewd comment about a local shopkeeper from his schoolmates to get him flustered to the point he gave up on coming to the store. And he’s not much better now. A huge part of him, one that dislikes both the inside and outside of his own self, is screaming at him to decline. But there is something in the way you look at him so kindly, waiting for his response, that pushes him to ignore his innate instinct to run. You swear you could see cogs turning in his head and steam rising (sorry, that metaphor was uh, not purposefully crafted) as he mulled everything over to finally agree. But not before asking if you’re sure. I mean… you did ask. But he’s so stressed, he would rather make sure that you mean what you’re saying. The last thing he’d want is to make a fool of himself in front of you. You reassure him that your proposition still stands and you meant it. However, when push comes to shove he probably would still, albeit apologetically, ask if he could maybe stay in his shirt and boxers. Especially after seeing you strip. With a lot of encouragement you could maybe get him to give that up, but it would take a lot and he would be… rather guarded. Either way, as time in the lake goes on, he would relax a tiny bit and it would be fun. Mostly staying emerged in water though. Give him time. And uh. Don’t look down when you two get out of the water. We all know what is happening there as his eyes nearly drill holes in your figure, but I think he would actually die permanently if you acknowledged his hhh. Reaction

Rodya is much more chill with it. She gets excited right away and praises you for the good idea. When you tell her that it would be just the two of you and that she was the first person you thought of when the idea popped into your head, she grins. Well obviously she was, who’s more fun on this bus than her~ despite the self assured words and tone, there is a bit of pride as she says it. She proposes to make it a little adventure, to sneak out and make it a fun secret between the two of you. Definitely not because she’s a bit salty that you were the one to come up with the idea. I mean she likes you, she “should” come with something special to add here to impress you. Though it’s a bit reassuring that you thought that she was the best person to share this moment with. She makes the whole event ten times better, coming up with a way to sneak off unnoticed. Even if you are concerned about Vergilius finding out, she waves you off. She’s been in deeper shit than this, no need to worry. She has a way with words, as she claims. As you two strip, she teases you a bit and shamelessly takes off her clothes, fighting against herself not to show just how much she’s seeking out your starstruck gaze. Again, she tells you to relax as she watches you strip, letting slip a comment or two that are bound to rattle your brain for the next week. But for now you two enter the water. She yelps a bit and complains that it’s colder than she’d like. Overplaying the act a little bit, though you can definitely tell she’s cold. If you’re taking the temperature worse, she’d comment on it, saying how it’s crawl who the ‘cultured’ folk is. ‘Lowly ones are too used to freezing colds, it’s very easy to see~’ she says about ‘commoners’ in a playful but matter-of-factly tone. You could easily imagine Heathcliff contemplating drowning her on the spot on a bad day if he was present. But there’s no one around. Only you and her. And despite her poorly masked insecurities, this little activity you share is sure making her feel special

I firmly believe that asking Outis to skinny dip would leave you more flustered than her. Maybe she’d be surprised at first. Taken aback. You could see something in her demeanour shift as she lets out some semi-flustered explanation that it could be amateurish considering your “service” to the company. But she has a soft spot for you. So, after asking Dante (yes, she has to ask them, it’s the ‘professional way to conduct such procedures’) she informs you at what time she’ll be waiting for you. The initial surprise has worn off and from then on, oh, you’re cooked. She’d strip in a very matter of factly fashion and when she stands in front of you in all her glory, it’s hard not to blush. At the slightest hesitance she informs you that this is nothing to be embarrassed about. Her tone both confident and a little… affectionate? You could swear there was a glint of warmth in her eyes when she said it. Genuine warmth shining through her collected exterior. Times at war are (you don’t dare to correct that with a ‘were’) tough and back in her day she had seen contless soldiers in such situations. This is nothing to be ashamed about. Didn’t you request this bonding time between the two of you? It’s a good way to bring you two closer. She proclaims so with confidence, but as her words hit her, she adverts her eyes and adds that it’s good for teamwork. So what are you waiting for? It’s hard to disagree or prolong the ordeal, so soon enough both of you get into the water. She sways effortlessly along with the current and for once you can see her expression soften a little as she goes along with your attempts at small talk. Sure, that civil, personal part of her is a little rusty, but it glimmers though the cracks as she recounts some little facts and situations from the passing days. It’s hard to let her guard down. But as she watches you, submerged in the water beside her, she feels like it’s not impossible to feel something else than a calculated need for survival

As you ask Ryoshu to indulge you in your request, she takes her cigarette out of her mouth and quirks her eyebrow at you. ‚What For?’ She questions you with amusement. No matter your reasoning, she ponders for a second, snickering a little. It’s… sort of cute you want to involve her in your plans like that. Especially since it’s a bit of a bold ask, all things considered. Finally, a smirk plays on her lips as her eyes travel up and down your figure and she replies. ‚Alright, Why Not’. She’s not bothered by the whole concept, though your daring request is for sure positively interesting to her, as I said. You two set the time (well, you do, she’s chill to go along with anything really) and she tells you to lead the way. She’s not too bothered to just walk out even if you want to go during company time. She’s curious to see where it’ll go. Only when you two did yourselves of your uniforms does she change her demeanour a bit. She’s a woman of the arts after all. And there’s nothing shameful in her gaze as it drags across your body, noting every curve and scar. She definitely has eyes of an artist. And in that moment, you feel like the finest muse she had ever had (which… could be concerning considering the type of art she dabbles in, but this time her thoughts are definitely going different places than gore. For the most part). She’s fun to spend time in the water with. Witty and attentive, she gazes at the scenery around, though each time her eyes end up on you again. Albeit she’s an enigmatic woman, it’s very clear that this experience made you two somewhat closer

The real issue when asking Faust to go skinny dipping with you is to get a straightforward answer from her. Or just any answer that would tell you what she’s thinking. But it’s Faust we’re talking about. So, when you ask her if she’d be down to go skinny dipping with you after Dante officially ends the work day (you know she wouldn’t agree if this wasn’t the case) she tells you that ‘all employees are permitted to use the next twelve hours as they please, to rest, use the restroom or destress’. She says it as if she was stating the obvious. Well, she is, in a sense, but it doesn’t mean she’s making herself clear in this context. She’s doing anything but that. After you press her a bit and explains, that her response was, indeed, a “yes”. Although a very faint smile is tugging on her lips, as she asks you about the time and for the briefest of times you could swear that her (usually very distant) gaze settled on you. Still avoiding the eyes, but as it falls below your face, you wonder if it’s about something different than her habit of avoiding looking at faces this time. With how enigmatic she is, she isn’t giving you much to go off on in terms of decoding her thoughts. Even when she shows up at the time you two agreed on (seems like she appeared just as the clock struck the exact minute, but after getting to know her, that doesn’t surprise you at all). Gracefully, her hands work their way around zippers and buttons until the last item of clothing slides off of her body, only to be folded and set aside for later. Her soft, pale skin seems radiant and she waits for you to rid yourself on the uniform as well before emerging herself in water beside you. When you look at her, her eyes barely leave the surface, tracing the lines of the ripples her movement makes against the current. However, each time you look away, you can almost feel the burning gaze that settles on your figure and takes it all in

A gentle, happy smile settles on Hong Lu’s lips as you present him with the idea. How curious! Is this some sort of a ritual or a pastime poor people have? He would love to do it, he never had the chance to~. First being hungry and now taking clothes off and getting into dirty water for fun, this job is giving him so many new experiences! He asks what the purpose is. Of being naked and swimming in some (probably at least slightly contaminated) water. You didn’t suspect he knew about the horrid state of things outside of his bubble, such as water being bad/polluted, but his state of surprise seems to be contagious when you find yourself wondering about the degree to which his ignorance is a choice. As your expression clearly changes at his words, he gives you a lazy, quizzical smile. His questions need to be answered and I, dear reader, wish you good luck because you will need all of it to explain to him why you want to be in the water - alone and without clothes - with him specifically. After he seems satisfied (though you’re sure the last one or two questions were asked in an effort to fluster you), he tells you to get him when you’re ready to depart and head towards the destination of your ‘curious activity’. Once there, he gently pulls off his clothes with a bit of excitement, clearly looking forward to taking part in your plan. Before you get a chance to lead him into the murky liquid, he happily shows you his folded stack of clothes. They look… a bit unconventional in the way he had put them, but he acts with such glee that it’s hard to stay indifferent to his achievement. He tells you that he had other people handle such things before, but since that’s a thing of the past, he had learned to do it on his own. He’s very happy to share this new skill with you. It’s after that, that you two finally go thought with your plan fully. Shivering a bit, he asks if the water will be heated up. It’s up to you if you want to inform him that it’s not how natural bodies of water work or spare him such information and assure him that the longer you two stay emerged, the warmer he’ll feel (omitting that it won’t be due to any manmade mechanisms). All in all, even something you wouldn’t personally call “and exceptional experience” is like a brand new adventure with Hong Lu by your side. His musing and eager inquiries never let you drift off or grow bored. And if you’re unsure about how stimulating a chat with him can be, I assure you that his body will provide a whole array of visual stimuli as well, all on display for your eyes to explore

Next 3 couldn’t have been written without the help of my friend (you, dear anon haha^^) and I hope I didn’t disappoint~

If you were hoping for a distinct reaction from Heathcliff, you are in luck because it is indeed, definitely strong. When you ask him if he would like to skinny dip with you (either because you like the idea and want company or have just heard of the concept and want to try it out, having picked him as the best suited companion) he looks a bit… taken aback. Sure, he can be loud and most definitely wouldn’t categorise him as shy, but he’s also not blind to the implications of you offering to strip in front of him like it’s some casual activity (it’s not to him, definitely). There’s a lot of things left over from his past and even now, it clearly shows in his approach to intimacy. Not only was he ‘undesirable’ before, he had grown to expect to not have his desires met easily and without fighting for each instance of genuine affection (such as his… favourite coworker offering to be so intimate). In his head it’s still more easy to accept being The Other, the one who pleases those he cares about, someone who constantly tries to earn each instance of affection. Despite his… quite innate state of emotional constipation, he is fond of you and by extension- thinks quite highly of you. For someone who had it so reinforced from an early age that he is below the good and pure people (well, especially one person), it makes sense for you to just be your lovely self instead of initiating anything on you own, directing your attention and intimacy towards him so blatantly. Besides that he uh… well, he is all bark no bite in a sense that he didn’t have a lot of instances where he could get experience. At best he had something like this happen once or twice when he was much younger. Both the way he is and the lingering idea in the back of his head of ‘saving himself’ prevented him from familiarising himself with more. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if the question came from someone else. But you get him worked up on daily over much less than skinny dipping. Heck, even when you look at him a bit too intensely during a bickering session he looses track for a moment each time without fail. But he wouldn’t be Heathcliff if he unpacked all of that. So instead your question will get a very annoyed ‚what for’. I mean. Your intentions aren’t that clear to him, like I said, he feels more natural when he’s chasing an idea, than when his desires become something writhing reach, something he doesn’t have to work for. Whatever you tell him to explain your request, it won’t be completely understandable to him because of that. But in the end a strange pull he feels on the inside (again, he’s not unpacking that) pushes him to grumble out something that is almost in agreement to your question. In turn he spends the remaining time being filled with way more tension that what would be considered reasonable. He’s not snappy, but something about the way he holds himself is very different. So much so, that Rodya calls it out at one point. Only then does he let his full annoyance out and while a few sinners muse on what could have set him off like that again, you’re left to wonder if you were the reason for his strange behaviour. He’s stuck between snapping at your coworkers and spacing out. His mind going back to the plans you two made. Each time, he finds that his gaze landed on you again and lets out a frustrated huff. As you two finally depart on your off time, he walks right by your side. His eyebrows knitted together and his eyes looking somewhere off to the side. On the inside he is torn. A part of him wishes to rush towards the body of water and the other part tells him to run back to the bus. In the end he simply walks shoulder in w shoulder with you. Saying nothing until you two arrive at the place. Something stops him from undressing and compels him to instead aim his gaze at you for the first time since you guys departed. It’s then that he finds himself stuck, watching you slip out of your uniform, fabric sliding off of your form 1/2

Hungrily he notes each soft curve and sharp edge that makes up your form, his eyes taking in all the ways in which light and shadow engulf your body, creating a sight he realises now, he yearned so hard to see until now. No beauty mark, no hair, no scar escape his sight. When you turn to him, you could swear that his pronounced chest is rising up and down way pre intensely than it has any business doing so. Heath doesn’t know what to do with himself for a moment. Seeing you so bare, so purposefully there - it makes all the repressed urges inside him turn into a devouring fire that leaves his body sweating and muscles tense. It somehow feels both wrong and cathartic to have someone be here with him so wholly, with such intent. This is not like fleeting glances and meek brushing of the skin that he was told over and over he was undeserving of. This here doesn’t feel wrong or undeserved. Whatever you meant by your invitation here, he can feel that you meant it. He can’t think of what he did to deserve to be chosen out of all the coworkers you two are close to. In all fairness this is so unusual because he is sure that he did not do anything. He didn’t have to dress up nicely, speak differently, act more “civilised” (we… won’t unpack that here hhh). No amount of favours and flowers caused you to trust him enough to bare yourself like that. Somehow, you just did on your own accord. Undressing takes him a second, all those notions racing in his head, having a hard time getting through over his much more thirsty thoughts as he is battling a hard time of his own. The mere fact that his is not sporting a full on erection is more of a miracle than whatever Dante does to bring him back from the dead after battles. Finally you two are naked and if he wasn’t as worked up over you, he’d get an ego boost from the way you looked at him as well. As strong as his self restraint is, even the cold water can’t keep his member flaccid once you two get into the water and he looks at the way droplets explore your body, dripping down each time you emerge from under the surface. They shine and shimmer on your soft skin before falling down and it’s safe to say he’s getting more worked up with each second. It’s even more evident when you try to hold a conversation. Although you will have to deal with his frustrated demeanour and lack of focus, he still makes it worth a while and there’s nothing to regret once your little adventure comes to an end 2/2

As soon as the question exits your mouth, Ishmael cocks her head at you. It that really what you want to do? She also asks you ‘what for?’ Though she’s certainly not as worked up about it as Heathcliff was. There’s no doubt that she has experience with bodies of water and she is the first person to inform you that bathing without any clothes is about the least practical thing you can do. Of course, jumping in with your full attire on wouldn’t work well either, but a minimal amount of clothing is actually very beneficial. She’s not judging you, but don’t expect her not to question what kind of ‘fun’ there is in skinny dipping. So it’s a whole thing and people like to partake in it? Doesn’t make much sense from a practical standpoint, but as you explain to her why it’s actually the whole point to take your clothes off when you two do it, a little smile tugs on her lips. Perhaps she does find your methods of seeking alone time… unique, but she’s not oblivious to the fact that this is you initiating an intimate moment with her. The length to which you’re going to convince her of the vital part of being naked during skinny dipping makes it hard for her not to point it out. She asks you one or two final questions that are solely spoken to fluster you a bit, but ultimately she’s open to try this out. It’s Ish that insists on setting the time and follows through to a minute, waiting to be lead by you towards your set destination. As you undress, she checks out the body of water, humming to herself and giving you updates on her finds. When she’s satisfied that no harm could be caused by your little activity, she turns to face you. Though she acts very casual, her cheeks and ears come close to matching her hair as she eyes you up and down. After a brief pause she begins to take her own clothes off. The sudden change of temperatures leaves you shivering as you two go deeper in, but Ishmael acts unphased. She notes that she did warn you that your fun adventure could turn unpleasant and lead to you catching a cold. With a small sign, she swims closely to you. Body heat transfers underwater just as easily as it does on the surface. Thus, she proposes that you two entangle your bodies closely to keep you from suffering the cruel coolness of the liquid you were so eager to submerge yourself into. Her strong arms wrap themselves around your frame and your chests press together. Though decently athletic, she’s soft and definitely warm. She holds you until it’s time to get out, making sure you don’t freeze. At least that’s the reason she gives you ;3

Right from the start, though calm and unassuming in his demeanour, Yi Sang would be pretty receptive to your idea. All nervousness you might have felt disappear as soon as he responds to your question. He might be a little quiet but it doesn’t mean he’s prudish or judgy, quite the opposite actually. So all he does is nod in agreement and ask what would be the most convenient time for you two to depart. After that, if you are vigilant enough, you might feel his eyes on you a decent amount of times. At one point you can even hear Rodya question why he’s ’smiling to himself like that’ though his answer it too quiet to decipher (and probably a bit too ambiguous to get a proper read on him). In the end he approaches you as your working hours come to an end, asking you if you’re ready to go. He’s so casual about it that it’s hard not to feel at ease, even though his veiled eagerness is definitely a bit flustering. On the way there he engages in pleasant musings with you, listening to your thoughts about the latest happenings or life in general and gladly sharing his own. He’s a bit more relaxed now, whether it’s because he’s off the clock and away from the crowded bus or because he’s speaking with you. He grows a bit more flustered when he sees you take your clothes off and avoids eye contact more than usual when he sees you looking at his naked form, but still manages not to make things too awkward. All in all it’s not a bad time and despite being somewhat a distant person, he is definitely staying pretty close to you physically, sneaking glances each time you gaze at the water you two are submerged in

With Meursault I can’t imagine a scenario that wouldn’t be a bit silly and surreal because that man really just considers private affections and urges to be not a part of his work contract and thus fails to see the purpose in carrying them out. I firmy believe even getting morning wood is a conscious choice to him. It’s not in his contract, thus he refuses to succumb to it. However, he does value your input. Whether it’s affection or ‘simple appreciation for your efficiency in the workplace’ he is willing to hear you out. It doesn’t mean you won’t have to explain and validate skinny dipping as a pastime, both in excruciating length and detail. You might have to get Dante involved, asking them to please issue an official statement allowing you to depart in purpose of decreasing stress and thus increasing productivity. Yes, it has to be phrased like that. If you get your dear (and confused) manager to comply, Meursault won’t argue. It’s not that he doesn’t want to go. But his wants are not relevant. He is an employee first, after all. It shows in the way he completely disregards any of his personal feelings on the matter. Just hums quietly and agrees. If he is flustered or nervous, it doesn’t show. The best sign you will get from him is that he seems pretty receptive, all factors considered. Another sign that he might be a bit more interested than he is lettting on is that, after your work hours end, he heads towards you with such purpose that one could assume that Vergilius himself had ordered him to. With little to no shame he says ‘the work day ended. We can go through with your plan to go skinny dipping now’. It’s said in front of everyone and you can be sure that at least a few of your fellow coworkers will have a blast bringing it up and teasing you for the next week or two. But it is a worry you will have to mull over later as, just like Meursault said, it is time for you two to leave and head towards your destination. As you lead him towards the water he stays silent and promptly begins taking his clothes off when you two stop. Even in such an intimate action he is very stoic and graceful, leaving his uniform folded by the shore and offering to fold yours as well. Without any shame in his naked, exposed self, he submerges himself. If he is cold, there’s no indication of that. It is after hours though and if you are attentive enough you will see his eyes trailing across your figure. He is yet another sinner that, if you find yourself shivering, will offer to transfer some of his warmth by standing and holding you closely. The action seems almost formal, but it’s doubtful he would propose such thing if it wasn’t you. Silence with him is comfortable. In case you initiate a conversation though, he will respond, carrying the talk effortlessly and casually. Or well, as much as his usual uptight demeanour allowed him to

There is no other way to describe the state you put Dante in other than ‘sheer panic’. For a split second they even start to wonder if they should be getting into the water at all, given their mechanical head. Only to realise that this is no different than the showers they take and will not jeopardise their life or ability to bring sinners back. If it was physically possible, you would definitely see more than one droplet of sweat rolling down their face as they look around and fiddle with their fingers. Suddenly it feels like their limbs had grown too long and their body is all wrong. They shift under your gaze, making a few surprised sounds. If you were hoping to make your poor manager a flustered mess, you sure got it. Finally they ask <is that even allowed?>. And I mean. They are the manager, so it’s not like you’re the one to tell them. They get flustered at that realisation even more. Muttering something that almost could be considered a coherent confirmation they look mortified with their own decision making skills. I mean. They are used to being mocked and used by the sinners, disregarded as a weakling by most (and that doesn’t even cover the way they get treated by those who can’t hear their speech). So it’s surprising that out of everyone you could invite, you felt the most comfortable undressing in front of them. Sure, you make a point to treat them well on the daily, but they always assumed you didn’t think very highly of them, that it was pure courtesy. The more they think about your proposition, the more anxious they get. They like you. A lot. But your question could mean that you are more fond of them than they initially assumed. And they like you so so much. Oftentimes your interactions make their day, making them feel better even after the worst of days. But they always thought it was one sided (why wouldn’t it be? You’re so lovely and they are, as of now, not even the bare minimum. Just some incompetent ‘resurrection machine’ with no memories of the past and ‘questionable humanity’). If this is some sign that you’re sending, if you really like them, they would feel bad for giving into their selfish urges. You deserve someone stronger. Someone more capable. They get so worked up over that, that when you two finally get to it and it’s time to undress they are hit with a new wave of anxiety. Once again their whole body feels so inadequate and out of place. As you stand there naked they can’t help but shrink into themselves the more your beauty hits them. They don’t even remember what is considered attractive. They know their head is definitely a turn off but as they stand with their arms folded tightly like a shield, they start to wonder if any part of them is even remotely appealing by common beauty standards. You have to snap them out of their half horny-half self deprecating gaze and lead them towards the water by their hand, making their stomach fill with butterflies. It certainly takes a while for them to relax, though they do their best to respond every time you say something. All whilst desperately reminding themselves that you aren’t able to see where their eyes are looking 0///0

Gregor is no less caught by surprise and the half grumble-half squeak he makes is definite proof. Your surprising question is definitely at least a bit dreadful. Unlike in the the scenario above, Greg is more so concerned with the physical aspect of things. He treads carefully, trying to gage if you’re not making fun of him, mocking his appearance like so many have done before. Of course, up to this point you were nothing but kind, but after being let down and made to feel lesser by everyone, there is a (rather large) part of him that wonders if you’re not about to join the rest in reminding him just how much of a lowly gross looking pest he is. His suspicion is not very subtle, so you would easily catch on. I mean, after having witnessed so many times just how awfully people spoke to him/about him, you wouldn’t struggle to, at least partially, understand the source of his approach. All you can do is be kind and hope he can read your true intent (since he won’t verbalise his exact fear, he doesn’t like to bring up his modifications if he doesn’t have to). Surprisingly, it somewhat works because he reluctantly agrees to at least try. If he changes his mind, he can just stay on the shore. That kind of setup does make things a bit better for him. If push comes to shove he figures he can just opt out, you’re not putting much pressure on him. Still, he sighs deeply and sighs, muttering something about how he ‘should be smarter at his age’. Please, that man is acting as if he’s on his deathbed whilst being 35, someone talk some sense into him…. Well, either way he follows through in his promise and goes with you at your agreed time. When someone comments on you two ‘sneaking off’ it does nothing to make the situation any more loaded. The closer you two get to the body of water, the more visibly stressed he is. Instead of engaging in his usual small talk, he stays silent as he often does when he gets reminded of his painful past. If the walk was any longer you could safely assume that he would go through his whole pack of cigarettes, if not two. He sort of catches himself spacing out by the end and tries to act like everything’s fine (I mean, in the improbable - in his eyes - scenario that you just genuinely like him, it is a pretty bad look for him to be so silent and gloomy), but there is something heavy in the air. As you reach the shore, he stands to the side. Piece by piece your uniform uncovers your naked body. Only when you’re fully undressed does he start to contemplate yet another issue that could put him in a horrific predicament. While a decent chunk of other sinners, in they were in his place, would be most worried about getting a very obvious boner, he is too preoccupied with just now beginning to stress over the sudden upsurge of strong emotion making his body transform or act on its own. And there is a definite upsurge of emotions when he lets his gaze settle on your figure. He almost doesn’t hear you when you ask if he wants to join you. He’s somewhere between flustered and worried, looking anywhere but at you whilst telling you all the ways this could go bad. Hurting you. Scaring you. Making you repulsed. That last one he doesn’t say out loud but it weights on him nonetheless. Eventually you could maybe convince him. Pressure doesn’t work but letting him know that he has a choice and you are simply glad he accompanied you is going to go a long way. Something something being denied autonomy his whole life. Or something. Aaanyways. That might just get him to join you in the water, after having taken off his clothes as well. He… doesn’t like his looks in general. As a friend of mine put it - he figures the arm at least takes the attention away from everything else. Ouch. But undressing in front of you is a huge step! Kind of has a what are we????? Ringing in his head and making his face red but he won’t say that hhhh. Only when you two go in deeper (he’s very actively trying to submerge himself in the water, though he wishes he was a bit more secure if only to have you above the surface) does he chuckle nervously

2/2 and informs you that he cannot swim. At all. You're happy to learn more about him as always but also that kind of information would be handy to know beforehand. He still doesn't trust his modifications not to act up if your naked body were to get any closer to him, so you two stay a reasonable distance away but refrain from getting ant deeper. As he relaxes a tiny bit, you get to experience his uninterrupted yapping and forget about the earlier worries for a bit. His subtle cynicism shines through his goodnatured jokes and comments and for the first tine in a while he gets to relax a bit. It might take him long to let his guard down fully but it's hard not to smile seeing him at least a bit less beaten down. All i can guarantee is that he will absolutely go over this adventure again and again in his head and for days to come will get flustered in the most random moments. But out of all the outcomes, it's not so bad to have that effect on him, is it? ;3

[lets-lament]

Suppose Ryoshu, Outis and Don had a lie detecting curse so their noses grow like Pinocchio. How would that go for each of them?

Ryōshū :

I feel like she just wouldn't lie. She doesn't have anything to hide, and even if she did, she wouldn't feel the need to mention it.

Generally, she's a shameless person who isn't afraid to speak her mind about anything, so she probably wouldn't be too affected??

Though I think it'd be really funny if she did something by accident and her chuuni ass couldn't go all "I.M.T.D.T (I meant to do do that). She seems like the type to get angry out of embarrassment, lol.

Outis :

She's a trained military woman, I think she'd know exactly how to talk without triggering the curse

BUT then there's the boot licking problem.

Yes manager, that was a great i--- nose grows

After that, she'd fall silent, and her silence spoke louder than words. It was clear she had nothing good to say about the manager. If she had, she would've spoken out.

Very awkward situation all around.

Don :

Oh God. Oh goddd.

She's so stupid and chuuni and and and

"A KNIGHT SPEAKS NAUGHT BUT TRUTH! THIS TASK SHALL BE BUT A TRIFLE FOR ONE SUCH AS I!"

Then proceeds to talk about something stupid to make her seem cooler, her nose grows

Tries to explain herself, grows more

Situation gets only worse from there onward

Can't seem to shut up

She'd probably end up with the highest lie count

[impending-day]

limbers. project moon sleeper agents. im collecting data

so im making an au where limbus company people exist on like. this planet. normal earth. and i wanna see what headcanons yall have of them if they were like. irl Adjacent

im also thinking more along the lines of disability adjacent, cause the fic im planning to write with these headcanons is gonna touch a lot on sides of life and situations that tend to make people. not uncomfortable per se but i cant think of a better word. its a slice of life type thing but all their lives are shitty and realistic and im 100% certain they all need some type of psychiatric help in this au

anyways. pls tell me ur headcanons so i can kick my feet and giggle. gimmie the genders n the pronouns. gimmie the weird oddly specific projecty ones. maybe sinclair was raised in maryland and learned how to make killer crabs idk tell me abt em

[limbusimagines]

Hi Mod Liqui! I'm so happy to see someone writing for LC. This game is so cool but a bit hard xD

Could you write a platonic! reader(gender neutral) x emil? Reader may or may not be a sinner. As for genre, maybe angst but with a happy ending? Like reader is in danger but our german boi is here to save us. Hope that makes sense lol

Thank you in advance!

p.s. sorry if I said smth dumb. I struggle a lot with english

Of course! Also no worries hehe, you came across perfectly fine! Congratulations on being the first ask!

Sinclair saving civilian Reader

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You just had to have been stupid enough to dart out of your dingy home without checking the time properly. Your adrenaline fueled mind hadn't made the connection to cast a glance at the LED clock on your nightstand after you had realized your cat had bolted out of your apartment through a window you had forgotten to close.

Rushing through the streets in your pajamas like a disheveled madman, you hadn't yet realized the danger that would continue to arise with every call of your cat's name.

It was only once you found the poor thing with paws layered a deep black and fur matted with grime and dirt, fearfully trodden deep within the backstreets, you had realized the situation you were in.

While your adrenaline addled self was too busy coaxing your terrified cat down a rusted apartment fan unit she had somehow leaped to, a hulking figure began to approach you.

The unpleasant grind of metal against metal working in unison to approach you gave way to another presence and you were (unfortunately) able to recognize what this presence was.

Rusted plates, quiet whine of release valves, a stark and stained blade, and piercing amber glow.

It was 3am in the backstreets, and you found yourself in the middle of a sweeper cleanup.

Instincts kicked in, and you bolted.

Despite the frenzied thoughts going through your mind, you had managed to pick out a single coherent one & figured it was better you than your poor cat, who you wish you could've taken better care of.

You weaved corner after corner, ungracefully leaping across some piles of rubbish, nailing a couple of rough landings that your ankles nearly gave way to. You'd hadn't looked back at your pursuers to see if they had gained distance on you, you didn't want to.

You figured that, maybe, by some stroke of luck, if you could bear through the burning of your lungs and ache of your feet long enough, you would be able to run into a fixer office.

However, you approach a dead end.

Perfect. Excellent.

It was over, you had officially taken the reward for Dumbass Of The Year. You didn't even want to bother with a prayer or some grim ovation as a testament to your life as the seconds count down. Your cat was the only one who would've ever really known you were missing.

You let out a derisive snort and, in an act of complete defeat, hunched down. Accepting your gruesome end.

However, what bode for you wasn't exactly as you had thought.

Wet, light steps sounded out, the rhythm of it's approach sounded.. cautious? It was as if they were carefully inspecting the scene of some wreck, the metaphorical wreck being you. You could tell this wasn't a sweeper.

You looked up and, what you saw was a stark contrast to your expectations.

A short, dirty blonde boy, clad in a black coat with red accents and a slightly yellowed from age dress shirt with suspenders and a red tie.

He was carefully holding your cat.

"..Um, I think this is yours?" He delicately called out.

Despite your heart hammering out of your throat, you could tell from your assessment, he did not belong to any fixer association you were aware of, which did set off some internal alarms but he seemed to have no ill-intent and even went out of his way to fetch your cat.

"W..Where's the..-- There are sweepers," Your voice was frail and taught, "Here. There are sweepers out. One was..--"

The boy flinched and looked around, nervously scanning the area.

"Oh, um, I think I got that one that was targeting you..?" He looked back, clearly unsure of how to approach your terrified figure.

He cast a glance at your cat in his arms and delicately smiled.

"I never had a pet when I was young." He seemed unsure of what to say now, as he tentatively outstretched his arms as he lowered himself to the ground, letting your cat comfortably ease out of his hands.

You, on the other hand, leaned against the wall that caved you into this dead end, breathing a sigh of relief as you felt the adrenaline begin to wear off. Your lungs and feet were burning, but that couldn't have been as worse as death.

The boy looked at you with a sympathetic look, seemingly wanting to offer a reply, before your cat had begun to rub herself between his legs.

He let out a small laugh and you straightened back up to call out, "Mimi! Come on! you've caused enough trouble for the fixer tonight, last thing he needs is your dirty ass hair on his work suit!"

Despite your scolding words, there was a mental reassurance behind it. You had been saved, your cat had been saved, you could go home with her. You had known living in the backstreets was not a cakewalk and had heard of all the horror stories, so it was for that, you felt as if you could burst into tears.

"Heheh.. it's no problem, um.." The boy hesitated, you could tell that naturally in his manner of speaking he wanted to roll your name off his tongue but had not much to go by. You noticed this and shared it with him. He repeated it back to you to affirm he had been listening.

"Right, as I was saying," He cautiously reached to pick up your cat once again, who had still been lovingly rubbing her face against his legs, "It's really no problem."

He walked closer towards you, dropping your cat near your side as he took a couple of gentle pets on her head.

"She's a sweetheart." He remarked.

You pondered back on his earlier comment about never having a pet, and wondered why he had even bothered with you in the first place.

Almost as if he read your mind, he continued, "Uhm.. as I said earlier, I never really had a pet. Closest thing was the bugs and worms."

You let out a tiny smile, and gave him a curious stare.

"Bugs and worms?" You would've offered a witty follow-up, if it wasn't for the fact this man had saved you seconds ago, so you held your tongue.

He seemed to nervously recount his earlier sentence, as if he were embarrassed over saying the wrong thing, nonetheless he replied.

"Yeah.. um, I'd feel bad for stepping on them, I had named 'em too, y'know. So, when I heard you earlier, calling out for your cat and all, curiosity got the best of me and.. well, I don't think I could've not intervened."

Silence fell over the both of you, as you cryptically stared back at him.

"T-Thank you.." The light of the moon happened to catch his ID at a perfect angle and, you could make out his name from it.

"Sinclair. Huh.." A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

Mimi grazed her head against your chest, and you reciprocated the attention she craved.

"You're more than welcome to pet her, Sinclair." You follow up, "It seems she's taken a liking towards you."

The boy, now recognized as Sinclair, slightly tenses up. Uncertainty painting his expression as he muses on a thought.

"Well, I can't be here too long but.."

He cradles Mimi's head, hesitation to touch her completely dissolved.

"I think I can go and escort you two back." A gentle look falls over his face as he watches your cat, "Wouldn't want anything to happen to this sweet girl."

Your heart fills up a bit, not in the sense you were infatuated with Sinclair, but you were always appreciative of those that respect and dote on animals.

You had a feeling the walk back wouldn't be short of conversation between you two.

[pristinepastel]

i hope queequeg ends up having face tattoos as well i think thatd be awesome

i was curious what the moby dick ver of queequeg looked like and i saw quite a few renditions and they all had polynesian full body linework. so cool;;;;

[agere-lc]

Regressor Ishmael headcanon time because she's on my mind!!

Regresses anywhere from 3-6

Pacis pacis pacis!!! Has a collection of them bc she loves switching it up

Whale plushie that she carries around at all times while regressed, will cry if she drops it

Toddles around regardless of age, sometimes falls over because she loses her balance

Baby babbles baby babbles

Half finished coloring pages all over the place

Can and will cry over anything and everything

[oneirows]

the yuri brainworms are consuming me… i looove sanbari

[checkadii]

Hhhoougghhghhh

[limbuscompanysituations]

Which of the sinners would have games on their phone? If so, which ones?

Rodion: Gacha. A lot of gacha. Roulette games, poker, 8 ball, blackjack. Whenever she runs out of funds in one she uninstalls it and installs other ones. She has cloned credit cards of other sinners to get extra credits before though.

Hong Lu: visual novels!

Yi Sang: escape room puzzles that he can solve quite fast but is still impressed with how creative puzzlemakers can be

Faust: apps that gamify life tasks. The only way she can remember to feed herself on time.

Heathcliff: hack and slash games, roguelike and roguelite games. What better way to unwind from beating people to a pulp than by beating virtual people to a pulp?

Gregor: Games that can be played with one hand. Actually, lots of color by number apps.

Outis: auto chess. one rhythm game that she will never be caught playing in public.

Ryoshu: fruit ninja. she will always be :) when watermelons come up and >:( when a bomb comes up.

Don Quixote: fantasy rpgs with so many mechanics it will make your head spin just listening to her talk about it.

Ishmael: rpgs but not as terrible as don's. She plays them casually but still manages to keep herself in the high rankings.

Sinclair: the most popular games on the appstore. He's mediocre at the fps ones, but tries his best. Has a lot of skins in them. Little whale boy.

Meursault: rhythm games. He does all the dailies before going to sleep. There are like, seven of them and he loves emptying his brain to hit notes.

Bonus:

Vergilius: candy crush like games. Charon likes watching him crush candy.

Dante: rpgs with likeability mechanics. They try to befriend every single character they can.

[silkenedstars]

Blade Lineage Sinners and Love Languages

Specifically, the love languages that they prefer from their s/o.

₊✦Limbus Company | Sinners x gn!reader | Contains minor spoilers for Canto 3!!✦₊

Additional Notes: Unedited, kurokumo version should be out hopefully soon;; Also RR4 was super easy.

˚₊✦ Quality Time ✦₊˚

Yi Sang is not one for words, not anymore. His heart had gone cold from the bitterness of that day and yearned for revenge. He would keep everyone at an arm's length, so long as it meant that he would achieve his goal one day.

However, one thing that he could never deny himself was your presence.

Though he might not be one for affection – not that he minded if you were to initiate it – and certainly not one for gifts, he could never deny the way your presence would soothe his wounded heart whenever you joined him on his patrols.

Listening to your voice was calming. Listening to you rambling about any matter would, more often than not, ease him into a rest without nightmares haunting him.

If the two of you weren't fugitives, if neither of you had joined the Blade Lineage, if the Blade Lineage didn't fall apart as badly as it had, then Yi Sang would've loved to take you to his hometown for a trip. The two of you walking side by side silently and taking in the nature around you would be the ideal way for Yi Sang to show his appreciation towards you, but alas, those days would never become a reality.

The most he could offer were those patrols you joined him for, and for the time being, that was enough.

Perhaps, in the distant future, he'd get the chance to take you to his hometown.

✿❀✿

˚₊✦ Gift Giving ✦₊˚

Faust kept every single item that you gave her inside a safe.

It didn't matter to her if the item was an expensive jewel that cost you a leg and an arm to buy, it didn't matter to her if it was something you spent days making just for her, nor did it matter if it was something you saw off the side of the road and decided to bring back to her for a variety of reasons.

Every single second you spent thinking about her was a precious second. Each one filled with beauty that was dedicated to her.

This kind of affection was a treasure, for sure. Faust might not be able to reciprocate your feelings besides offering you her presence and a cup of tea, but she would gladly offer her life if it meant that you got to live, even if it was just a second longer.

If there was a kind of gift she prefered over the others you gave her, though, then it would have to be the accessories as well as the rare outfits that you got her.

It was a shame that she couldn't wear them– the accessories in fear of them getting stolen the moment of her death, and the outfits in fear of ruining them with blood and cuts. But if she could, then she wouldn't hesitate to flaunt them around; showing others how much your cared for her and how she was yours.

It was a nice thought, but one that she couldn't make reality.

So for now, they'd stay in her safe where no one could take them away.

✿❀✿

˚₊✦ Physical Touch ✦₊˚

Don adored it when your fingers trailed over her battle scars.

She loved it even more when you kissed each and every single one of them.

Someone as great as you showing her affection via the scars that were her pride and joy?

She thanked every fixer in the City for allowing this to happen to her, swearing to repay their blessings – and your affection, of course – as much as she could.

And repay, she did.

Putting on her most chivalrous act, every morning she'd greet you right outside your room; kneeling down before you and bringing your hand to her lips for a brief kiss, giddily waiting for your reaction.

She refused to leave your side, offering you help with every single little thing. It wasn't because Don thought you wouldn't be able to do these things yourself, no, but because she so desperately wanted to be your knight and help you as much as she could.

The one thing she loved offering the most was her blade.

Not just because she loved fighting for you, as a chivalrous knight would for royalty, but also because of the way you'd treat her after a battle.

She melted each time your calloused and scarred hands cupped her face in them, nearly squishing her cheeks as you praised and scolded her at the same time.

She gushed over the way you nursed her wounds for battles when she was especially careless.

And she swooned over the way you'd kiss her cheeks and call her your knight, so much so that she wouldn't be able to stop thinking or gushing about it for days straight.

✿❀✿

˚₊✦ Physical Touch ✦₊˚

Meursault was so, so tired.

Between the Kurokumo Clan that effortlessly cornered them and the occasional assassins sent by S Corp, Meursault had been completely exhausted. He couldn't take a small break either, not when it could mean death for every single person depending him.

So it meant that much more whenever you hugged him while he was working, or when you cuddled him during the few moments of rest that he got. The warmth of your body was soothing, and he never had it himself to not wrap an arm around you and pull you close.

Holding you in his arms was the best way for him to relax and get back to planning with a clear head and fresh perspective. And if you were to help him plan things? All the better.

The only problem was that his neutral expression seemed to scare you away from being affectionate, and him trying to smile seemed to make things worse for some reason.

Oh, Wings, how could he solve this little issue?

✿❀✿

˚₊✦ Words of Affirmation ✦₊˚

To claim that Sinclair knew what he was doing would be nothing short of a lie.

He had no clue what he was doing, especially not in the battlefield where something seemed to overtake him; leaving him confused, scared and filled with doubts whenever it left his body.

So he appreciated it so, so much when you reassured him.

You didn't compliment him like the other members did after a battle, instead easing his fears and telling him that he wasn't a senseless murderer like his irrational mind said he was.

Despite being the obvious, those words meant so much to him.

And so did your smiles and the way you said "you can do it!" or "you'll be okay!", they all meant, so, so much.

When he first joined the Blade Lineage, he used to be so meek; too blinded by his revenge for Kromer to realize what exactly he had become a part of, and too much of a scaredy cat to leave when he saw what he was capable of in his first battle.

Had it not been for you and your soothing words, he didn't know where he'd be right now. Making the same mistake he did with Kromer, probably.

But he had you now, you and your soothing words. Every time he hesitated, you were there to encourage him. Every time he doubted himself, you were there to reassure him. Every time he needed you, you were there for him.

That was all he needed.

...Well that and the way you'd squish his cheeks whenever you thought he looked cute.

✿❀✿

˚₊✦ Acts of Service ✦₊˚

Outis had been stuck doing things that others were telling her to do for so long, so it came as a surprise when she woke up one morning to find a breakfast already prepared for her.

At first, she was uncomfortable, demanding to learn who it was that decided to make her breakfast, and stammering a little when she found out it was you. While taking care of others wasn't a task that bothered her that much, she knew full well how much energy and effort it took to do exactly that. It was a thankless job more often than not, and sometimes way more difficult than it needed to be. Not to mention that someone being in the exact position as she used to be was upsetting, even if she didn't show it much.

However, the moment she realized that you were doing this as a way to show your affection as opposed to seeing this as a chore you had to do, her tune quickly changed.

What started as breakfest in bed turned into you helping her with her chores, and while she told you off at times to make sure you got rest, she appreciated every little thing you did for her and she made sure to thank you for every one of them.

If you ever needed her, she'd be right there, be it for something big or small.

You got gravely injured during your last battle and need someone to nurse you back to health? No problem, she'll gladly help you.

You need to get something from a shelf that you can't reach? No problem, she'll get it for you.

You want someone to hold your hand because you don't want to get lost in a crowded area? No problem, she'll just carry you.

She might get a little overbearing, but she's doing it to repay your love for her; to let you know that she'll be there for you if you ever need someone. She means well, even if her smile makes her look like she's scheming your downfall.

✿❀✿

[bad-artist-kira]

I saw that meme and HAD to edit it

[pvlvsdog]

How experienced are they and would you finish

Nsfw themes!

Dante has no idea if they are experienced or not so they are pretty much ruled a virgin until further notice. They didn't forget everything but they still manage to stress over getting something wrong. They’re clumsy and stressed out the first few times, but receptive to feedback. Just kind of too frantic to really follow through on it fully. If you're really into them, finishing is not out of the question, they are trying really hard. But the situation is really hard to navigate for them. They do care about you finishing more than getting to a climax themselves. Something about being constantly conditioned to be seen as a mere tool does that to a person

I firmly believe Ishmael has the knowledge surpassing all humanity when it comes to that area. Being on the sea does that to a person. So she knows exactly what to do and though she might judge you a bit (or at least tease you), she will go along with your fantasies and needs. There is not a thing that she wouldn't at least consider. And so you will have no problem finishing

I'm sorry but Heathcliff, to me, has not had sex. Ever. He’s not very experienced to put it lightly and im low-key bordering on making a claim here that you would probably have to put it in for him. He’s far to repressed/sexually frustrated and inexperienced not to miss the hole (either hole, really). But! He is certainly… eager. And wants to please you. To treat you good. Might be a leftover from his past, the same thing that I mentioned in the skinny dipping headcanons. So, while it would be clumsy sex for sure, he would do his best to make you orgasm. Make sure to praise him when you do, it'll make him very proud

Well, I would assume that Meursault fucked? I think he has decent experience and enough of deeply buried desires to be decent in bed. No problems with making you finish either

Rodya is a bit tricky because despite being experienced and knowing what to do with herself, your orgasm really depends on who you are to her. In sexual encounters she prioritizes herself. Learned that from an early age. If she won't take care of her needs, nobody will. So she might as well lead sex in such a way that satisfies her. If you're a drunken one night stand or she's not ready to consider you as a permanent part of her life, sex life included, she will do everything to finish herself. You're just along for the ride. Nothing personal, its not like she would do anything to prevent you from reaching the climax. But before a certain level of commitment, she wouldn't see it as a priority

Don also has a solid amount of experience. She does her best so that both of you finish, since she thinks that's just fair. And way more fun for her to be honest

With Ryoshu it’s 50/50 because I think she definitely had sexual encounters before. She’s a bit rusty though, since she hasn't had sex in a bit. You finishing is more so about what you're into because, just as she is with the act of killing, this too is art for her. She doesn't do quickies, doesn't do fast, desperate spikes of desire. The act of sleeping together is an experience she wants to live through fully and thus, there's a lot she will do before letting you come

Hong Lu is a mystery to me. I mean… he definitely isn't a virgin but im not sure how many sexual encounters that man had had. It could go anywhere between 3 and 300 and it wouldn't be any more surprising to me. But I think his willingness to try out your suggestions and openness to go with the flow would definitely make it easier for you to come. Like, if the current position isn't doing it for you, he’ll switch no problem, searching for a way to also give you pleasure. Sure, it’s a new concept for him. To not be the sole center of things. But he goes with the flow easily. It’s just a fun switch up for him to take a more active role

Outis fucked. And definitely made love too, but that was before the war took its toll on her. She's more familiar with quickies these days. If she actually puts you somewhere high in the hierarchy, she’ll do her best to please you. But if you're just ‘the best thing there was’ don't expect her to try hard. If you don't come she might actually act disappointed in you honestly. Are you really going to make her do all the work? She did her part, it’s on you if you didn't orgasm

With Faust it’s a bit unclear because I can't really see her seeking out sex too often but also like… she is a woman of science, she definitely tried in the very least. So she isn't totally inexperienced but making advances on someone to sleep with them is not an initiative she often takes, I think. Her actual skills might be a bit lacking but again, she has knowledge, so she’s definitely got a rough idea as to what she’s supposed to do to make you finish. I do see her as a more passive party in general, though

I might be a bit rough at writing Yi Sang. In my head, he definitely has had some sex, more than most would assume. But it’s not a very recent thing for him either. Not a very distant memory but there was a little break he had since the last time he had sex. Don't think about what I could be implying too hard (especially since I'm not sure how that would work physically). His skills are pretty good and the ability to just go along with things definitely helps. So in the end you have a pretty good chance at finishing. He’s not the best on the bus, but the probability is pretty high

Oh, it’s a bit tricky with Greg. If he were just an average soldier, he would have a much more extensive list of experiences. But as the “poster boy” it’s less likely that he got to have some undetected casual sex on the side. I mean, historically speaking, it’s not uncommon for those that have to partake in wars to blow off steam in such way. He wasn't an average soldier though so it hindered such possibility for him. And to sleep with a civilian after he got out… well he probably tried. Maybe succeeded once or twice. But even that is up for debate. He’s way too repulsed by his own body and even more scared of that same body acting up. So he’s very nervous and clumsy, restraining himself for a very long time. He feels like he has to “make it up to you” (and by ‘it’ I mean having sex with him, he see that as a charity case kind of situation) so he will do his best to make you finish. He lacks a lot of stamina and experience though. Feels awful if he doesn't make you come and does wonder if a part of it is because of his physique. Especially since it's not that hard to make him finish so he doesn't like when he doesn't manage to return the favour

Now I firmly believe Sinclair is a virgin. I think he and Heathcliff could be in competition for the place of the least experienced. And given Heath’s past, Sinclair would win, I recon. There are two possible routes sex with him could take. Most likely is a nervous, shirt-on encounter born out of pure hornyness that often overcomes him. There is a possibility that his anger issues aid him and he takes more initiative (while making things definitely more rough). In both cases he’s going to be clumsy, sexually frustrated and very fast to finish. You on the other hand… have less of a chance to do the same. Post nut clarity hits him hard and he will grow silent and distant, withdrawing whilst letting his insecurity flood his brain with double the force

[necronatural]

my beloved oc human italian dante

[ruinaimagines]

hc of Yi Sang and his exact opposite s/o please? The one who will cling to him whenever possible, giving him lots of attention and all? Tyy

I’ve crawled out of the grave. Good evening. 

Yi Sang w/ Opposite S/O Headcanons:

Yi Sang, after the decline of the League of Nine Litterateurs has fallen into a deep depression after the absence of genuine companionship. Things became muddied and bitter between people, and the sight of people he once regarded as friends bickering took a toll on the heart.

Of course after his canto he found a reason to continue on, and no doubt the company of the sinners has helped rebuild a circle of people he can enjoy time with. But you know who he would really enjoy time with? You.

Even before the two of you were together I believe he would harbor a fondness to you the moment you began to inquire about his thoughts in earnest. Sure, you were far more talkative than him, and it wasn’t exclusively he who you spoke to, but you lacked a certain level of remoteness that many in the city held.

He isn’t the person to typically initiate conversation or activities unprompted, and this is especially the case pre-canto. He’s in a pit of social destitution, held back by the lingering nostalgia of what once was, and what is left now. You can tell he’s in a moment of deep introspection by how he stares off into nowhere. 

You’d likely have to take the initiation with conversation which seems to be not a problem. Though he does have an air of melancholy, and he feels that he is lacking of a wholeness and enrichment, initiating conversation with him would be pleasant.

He is a very good listener and will divulge interest if you reciprocate it. Even if at the time he may make little comments regarding what you’re saying, he does commit it to memory at times when depressive it mentally straining and exhausting to speak.

Not to say he doesn’t enjoy responding as well, and once you decide to stick around, you will hear a lot more of what he has to share. Yi Sang thinks. A lot. He is always thinking about something, somewhere, at some place and time, usually with some kind of philosophical undertone. He has the thought and vibrant prose of a poet, and it’s not lost in speech.

Although the sinners have grown accustomed to his speaking mannerisms how much of it is genuine understanding of what he’s saying and simply nodding their heads along is.. Arguable.

He doesn’t do it intentionally, but sometimes all he’s met with are blank stares and vague gestures. That’s where you’re lucky to come in! Having spent much time at his side, and with an affinity for all his peculiar charms and poetry, you can help things be much more digestible.

Think as in how Sinclair translates for Ryoshu. It’s almost a miracle you’re at his side because more often than not people will stare blankly to you to parse it more understandably. 

I do think Yi Sang is a bashful type with someone who is not afraid to give him attention. Not in an overtly nervous way, but in a body language way. Tucked shoulders and a slightly dipped head with a small smile he just can’t seem to get rid of. 

You don’t really have shame when it comes to adhering to his side. Quite the heavy contrast to what he’s been used to. How he seems to tense up and try to carry on a conversation with whoever he is talking to. It might come across as him being averse to touch but ohhh he is not. Don’t you fret.

He savors it and always pines for it, he’s just not used to it. The idea of a connection so casual and absentminded as to hold onto one another is lovely to him, it’s just getting into the process of oh. Oh wait I can do that now.

He is a lot more relaxed, leaning into the touch and resting his own head upon your shoulder when you sit besides one another,

I do think he would look at someone he admires, such as you, with almost glassy eyes. You know when you’re in the city and it’s just been rainfall, and you can see the blurry reflection of all the street lamps and lights? That. Don’t know how else to describe it but that.

Yi Sang has had a rough time sharing his discoveries only for them to be taken and turned into something he never purposed them for. He has been exploited a lot for his proficiency. Even so, if he had the opportunity to make something for you he would take it. Maybe it’s not the city’s new singularity, but he crafts with an idealistic intent. And he hopes –yearns for– you to understand what he made the same way he does.

Rather than speaking up on things that may bother him, such as the resting unease after a particularly foul fight on the bus, he often stews on them. Realistically the sinners will be back and at it again but sometimes it just hits a little too close to home; a dryness to the tongue and a heavy heart.

And so, in search of comfort and stability, he may wander to your side. Leaning ever so slightly to your side which is a silent communication and outreach for contact. You are a sort of grounding force, and if he can hear your happy chatter and unbothered expression he knows that it will all be alright.

I wouldn’t say he trails you, but he’s lingering around. He wishes for human connection, those shared moments in the presence of others far more than he could anything materialistic. 

He sees you as a beacon of life if that makes sense?? Your vibrancy, your attentiveness, it lingers on his mind. You are such an enriched person, an endless pool, an endless wealth of what it means to live. He loves you in the very epitome of the word. In the way where it curls and it encompasses and it’s beautiful. No moment is wasted in your presence.

You often help him draw lines and boundaries that prevent him from falling into the same patterns of people using him. He is an empathetic person, and in such it’s difficult to hate those who wrong him truly. If he understands why they do then often, even if he is aware of what harm might circle back to him, he can not necessarily blame them– or at times perhaps he can but he acknowledges the reason behind what they do. 

With all this, it becomes easy to let things happen and accept it as such. But if you are the opposite to him, I strongly doubt you will just let this be. Though he deeply cares with a silent veneration, you love louder.

So be there to help him be more than just stepping stones, and he will deeply appreciate it. He is more than a tool, but himself; it is he who you are there for, and who you desire to remain with. 

Give him the grace he would afford others because he is worthy of it.

[nep2unee]

[donamori]

So the new update came out for limbus and they had a cute little scene of all the Sinners clocking out for the day, but what I’m most excited about is the implications of the sinners in all of their rooms.

According to Faust each room is something different to each sinner, but Dante commented that when they looked in to the rooms they looked like jail cells.

Some may find it obvious, but I think this implies that the pictures of the sinners in their base E.G.Os are what Dante sees when they peek through the peephole into their room! (It could even explain the circle frames for the E.G.Os.)

But most importantly, (to me) is that this implies the cute little red and white suits that everyone wears in the base E.G.Os are their jammies for bed!!