#love card with insert

[clikchicdesigns]

Create a wonderful card for your sweetheart!

[idyllcy]

back to business - zayne x reader (suggestive warning!)

"Isn't that what you want?"

"I've changed my mind now. Is that okay?"

You blink up at Zayne, eyes wide as he tilts his head, waiting for your consent to continue.

You let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck as your bottom lip brushes his. "I want to hear it."

"I missed you," He whispers, lips pressed to yours as his hands rest on your waist, lips parted as you moan into the kiss. "Missed this pretty face of yours." He mumbles, lips pressed to the corner of your eyes. "missed your lovely personality," He whispers into your neck, biting you gently as you squirm in his grasp. "and missed the feeling of your skin on mine..." He sighs, unbuttoning his vest as he slides it off. "Still alright with it? Aren't you tired from the trip?"

"Are you going to leave me high and dry?" You bat your lashes at him, and he sighs.

"Alright. If that's what you want, love."

Great day to get the weekends off.

[weenwrites]

*Crawls out of the sewers to make a request*

Yoo! Hope you're having a good day, make sure to drink lots of water!

As for the request, would do you mind doing a romance pining headcanons Transformers Prime Bumbleee and Optimus Prime (separately, of course) for a human charge? The bots would develop a crush on the reader, and how would they're pining be-? Most of their time pining, he human charge would be oblivious to their advances (if there are any) and would just brush it off as them being friendly? Despote the human charge having mutual feelings for the bot as well.

Apologies for my bad english, and I'm not really good at describing stuff, so pardon if it seemed weird or something-

Anyways, thank you for your time!

A/N: Your english is great! I think you were able to communicate your idea just fine.

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Optimus

It's not that he's afraid of expressing his true feelings to you, it's that he's hesitant on whether he should. You already have such a massive target painted on your back just by being under his watch, to start dating you would raise the stakes higher than you'd ever know. Of course that isn't to mention whether he'd have the time and energy to be your partner.

Yes, he sees you every day because you're his charge, but if you were to make your relationship romantic, he would need to be present and available in your life outside of decepticon-related issues. He is uncertain whether he has the time to, though he understands that he has a capable team who are well willing to break their own backs just to give him some time off, he doesn't want them to go to such lengths.

So while there's no verbal confession right away, or for any time soon, he's much more talkative with you and attentive to your every need—not overly so, but enough that it's noticeable. And however you spend patrols with him—whether it be listening to music as you drive, or just sitting in silence—words are what fill the silence as you meander down the road.

At times he'd dream about life with you, and in those dreams the war is the least of his concerns. In those dreams he thinks about how he could make his schedule align with yours, he thinks about how you might enjoy this one activity, or this one place on Cybertron. And at times he finds bits of his dreams even seeping into his waking thoughts as he finds himself wondering about your well-being on a day you're elsewhere.

Bumblebee

Surprisingly it's rather difficult to tell that he likes you because he's already so friendly towards you, but it's not inherently impossible if you can read the signs. Firstly, he's a lot more expressive around you—and while that may be surprising to hear given the fact he's already a very expressive person, I mean "more expressive" as in he seems even more enthusiastic and happy around you (even more than either of you knew was possible).

You can see it in the way he tries to keep you around, and the way that he admires stares at you for a bit longer than is considered acceptable by your societal norms. Especially whenever you go out on patrol with him, it almost feels like the seat belt around you is hugging you in a way, but you could also pass that off as he's just trying to make sure you're nice and secure.

His confession is very shy, yet there's something so endearing when it comes to seeing him offer you a hand-made Valentine's day card. The cover of the card is simple, yet the inside is what really stands out to you the most. The inside details his feelings for you—not in any showy or verbose way, but in a few straightforward and simple sentences. Yet each word is teeming with his unexpressed adoration for you, and his hesitance barely conceals the fear of your rejection, and yet he's still brave enough to look at you as if to ask "well, what do you say?"

[starshine-valley]

Okay, so as resident Tsukasa fan (an original title i know), I actually really like this card. I know the fes cards are usually big and glamorous but I find it kind of nice that the character who’s most likely to get the big, grand card just has a domestic simple one.

I also love his hairstyle.

Like it’s so casual and when put against Saki and Emu, it’s pretty normal, looking more like a card from a mixed unit event than a fes card.

It’s such a nice contrast to all his showstopping cards like kingkasa, jesterkasa, etc. because it shows how much normalcy made him want to reach for the stars and well, be a star. That at the end of the day. Underneath his path to stardom. It all boils down to his childhood. To his family. To Saki. To the simple dream of making everyone smile even in outlandish ways.

That’s how i feel but i’m curious about other people’s povs because twitter (for the most part) is ripping this to shreds. 😭🙏🏻

[cupiidzbow]

im adding a new thing to my new carrd im making and i know not everyone reads it when following me so im just gonna post this here in advance before I finish the carrd 😭😭😭

[obessivedork]

Okay FO4 positivity time now I LOVE the quest to go make the Library safe that Beatrice gives you, it's just another dungeon crawl but the horror of somewhere the Sole might have been a patron in too going downhill like that and the pleasure of cleaning it up (You can't in game but in MY head they get some people together and fix it up or salvage some of the books to send with caravans as a travelling library service or something)

[nenoname]

somehow i never noticed that mabel's fave puppet was supposed to be the bear from hoo-ha owl's (aka the giffiny ep)

its name is the keyword to the ep's cipher too!

[shadowphoenixrider]

Tonight Part 1

(Shadow and Gambit have been left alone in the X-Mansion for the first time, and it predictably culminates in a night of passion that neither will soon forget. Indeed, it might change everything... So yeah this is a smut fic, nsfw as as you pass that cut. Had to be split into two because these two got very handsy with each other. Hope you enjoy!)

For the first time I can remember since I came to the X-Mansion, the place was almost empty. The Professor and Beast were at a conference, Jubilee out late with a group of friends and everyone else out on missions.

Well, all but one. Gambit had recently come back from a solo op, and he was now off rotation for a little while. We hadn't seen much of each other for a bit - I was on mission support for the others and he'd been resting, although every now and again a mug of tea would appear for me, and the old empty mug would vanish. I greatly appreciated it.

Things had been mercifully quiet this evening, enough that I'd dressed down - a thin navy-blue Star Wars shirt, lighter blue jeans, and some colourful rainbow socks - and I decided to take some time to rest in my room and catch up with the reading I'd been meaning to do for...quite a while now.

As I was about to make the turn down the hallway to my dorm, I heard something. It sounded like a grunt, or a groan? I concentrated, using my powers to try and sharpen my hearing - it was definitely Gambit's voice, although I couldn't quite work out anything more than that.

Curiosity immediately got the better of me, and I took the opposite hallway, leading down towards the guys' dorms. Gambit's door was ajar, light spilling from the threshold. And that was when I heard it.

"Mmmm, chérie..."

Oh.

I froze mid-step, heat flashing white-hot into my face and chest. I hadn't heard that, right? It was just my imagination. He couldn't be - even if it was just us in the mansion, he wouldn't. Right?

Another lusty moan from the open door answered those questions, deepening the blush that was surely growing on my face. And now I was concentrating, I could hear the rhythmic slick sounds of a hand on lubed skin.

I should go, was my first thought - what Gambit did in his bedroom was his own business, and I shouldn't be eavesdropping. My second thought, however; I have to close his door. Either Gambit hadn't noticed it drift open or didn't think I'd be up here at this time - regardless, it'd be the decent thing to do, if only to spare future blushes and nasty surprises.

Curiosity definitely had nothing to do with it.

Yet another moan sounded out with a smattering of Cajun French, and I had to ignore the heat it sent to my core, the throb between my legs. He's not jacking it to you, just close the door! I told myself, edging forward.

That was when the floorboard creaked. Thankfully, the Cajun seemed so engrossed with himself that he didn't hear it, and I breathed an internal sigh of relief. Taking even more care now, I slid my feet across the floor, testing the boards before I moved my weight onto them. Moving inch by painfully slow inch left me to listen Gambit's pleasure, and I tried to pretend it wasn't kindling arousal within me, imagining myself as his chérie.

Sure, he definitely had a thing for me, that much was obvious when he'd gotten his hand on my backside that one time - but it couldn't be me he was thinking about. Surely not when Rogue and Storm existed.

As I drew closer to the door, I realized a problem - to close it, I'd have reach over, exposing myself in that strip of light emanating from the room. Whilst Gambit might not be able to notice creaking floorboards, he would definitely sense movement, especially when I pushed the door closed.

Shit. I chewed my lip, warring with myself and trying not to rub my thighs together at the sounds I could clearly hear just the other side of the wall. God, he sounded so good, and my mind eagerly supplied me with images of what he was doing.

I stepped back, pressing my back against the wall and uttering a shuddery breath. I should walk away, leave him to it. But temptation whispered another idea into my ear - a stupid one, something I shouldn't have entertained. And yet...desire had been building under my skin a while now, and we were completely alone. Would I ever get another perfect chance like this again?

My hand was on my clothed mound before I could start second-guessing myself, breathing out a silent sigh of relief. I rocked my hips into my hand, already feeling the heat gathered there.

"Yess chérie, just like dat." Gambit moaned, sparks flashing into my chest, and I arched my back slightly. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend he was speaking to me, moaning into my ear. I tried to keep my hands above my clothes, riding the rough friction of my jean's seam. Yet the sounds of his pleasure, his heavy breathing were so heady, so addicting, it would be so easy to give in. Pretend I was putting on a show for him, like he had tempted me with before.

"Ya make Gambit feel so good..." He groaned lowly, and my breath hitched, a hand jumping to a breast to squeeze it. "Dat's it chérie, don't stop!"

Touching over my jeans was no longer enough; to my shame I didn't even hesitate before my hand was diving past my belt and pressing into the soft fabric of my panties. Already they were damp with my arousal, and a part of me distantly cursed the Cajun mutant for this state of affairs. Not that it mattered now, pressing my finger into my clit and finding a nice rocking rhythm with my hips. I thanked the gods it was easy for me to stay quiet, hoping my heavy breathing was lost in Gambit's own euphoria.

"Nngh, nearly there..." He grunted, his breathing becoming more ragged, the sounds of his movements quickening, and I basked in them, letting my mind's eye run wild imagining what he was doing. I rolled my head back against the wall, silently chanting his name in my head to stave off the intense need to cross that last barrier between me and the pure pleasure I could give myself.

Suddenly, Gambit came with a growling shout, lancing me with pure white-hot arousal that made me gasp, pulsing powerful in my loins. Swiftly followed by the ice-cold drenching realization that he was done, and I was miles from the finish line. Outside his door. With my hand down my pants. Oh, fuck.

His next moan was softer, a sigh of relief. I barely dared to breathe, least I miss the slightest noise. Fabric hissed against skin; bedsprings creaked as weight shifted. A floorboard groaned, then another, approaching the door. I screwed my eyes shut.

Nothing, for a long moment. My heart pounded in my ears. Then the door hinge squeaked. My skin crawled, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end; the sensation that something - or someone - was looking at me. I held my breath - the corridor was almost pitch black. If I didn't move, maybe he wouldn't-

"Havin' fun dere, Shadow?" Gambit drawled wickedly, and the heat that rose into my face now was of mortifying embarrassment.

I released the breath I'd been holding, cracking my eyes open to see the Cajun leaning against the doorframe, apparently clad only in his pink crop top, the rest of his body out of view.

"I-I'm sorry Gambit, I didn't mean to, I just, I was gonna close your door!" I stuttered, guiltily withdrawing my hand from my trousers. I was certainly blushing now, even more so when his dark eyes flicked down to my movement, his grin widening.

"But you decided to listen to Gambit first? You flatter me, mon amie." He commented slyly.

I narrowed my eyes at him, straightening up.

"You're the one jacking off with your door open!"

He just quirked an eyebrow up at me.

"No-one gon' be back here for a while, petite. There's just you and Gambit in dis place." His grin showed teeth. "An' Gambit don't mind you hearin' him, chère..."

My heart skipped an entire beat, and I choked on my breath.

"Y-You did this on purpose?!" I spluttered.

To his credit, Gambit did look contrite, his own flush forming on the top of his cheek bones.

"N-No, not specifically." He looked away towards the far more interesting doorjamb, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't know you'd be able to hear me down here..." He glanced back, looking strangely shy. "Meant I said 'bout not mindin' you hearin', though."

I wasn't sure what to think, my blush still hot on my face. I mean, I shouldn't be surprised, with us getting hot and heavy with one another only a couple of days back, and all the flirting, sly looks, and even slyer innuendoes we'd traded between one another. Yet, facing the culmination of all those insinuations straight on made us both oddly gun-shy.

As the awkward silence stretched on, Gambit cleared his throat.

"So, uh, how long you been out here?" He asked. Despite myself, my blush deepened.

"Long enough to get hot and bothered." I watched his face carefully. "But not enough to finsh."

His already wide pupils dilated more, the true emotion behind the confident smirk he gave me.

"Reckoned so, since ya still had ya hand in ya pants." He replied, leaning closer and his voice dropping to a deeper tone. "Want Gambit to help ya wit that?"

Tight heat curled in my chest, an electric shiver shooting up my spine.

"Well," I stepped towards him, "you were the one who got me into this situation."

Gambit grinned widely, and I swore his crimson eyes flashed with excitement.

"Exactly my thinkin', chère." He pushed the door open, beckoning with his finger. "Come on in. Let Gambit take care of you..."

I grinned back, ignoring the throb between my thighs and the fever pitch of excitement buzzing under my skin. Was this really happening?

As I stepped over the threshold into his room, I saw that my initial suspicion was correct - the Cajun was naked from the waist down, and it took more discipline than I'd like to admit to not stop and gawp at his toned muscled body.

Gambit pulled the door closed behind me, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, so now you want some privacy?" I commented wryly.

His grin mirrored mine as he closed the gap between us, a slight enticing sway to his hips. For once, it was considerably difficult to keep my eyes on his.

"Of course, mon amie. Don't want anyone disturbin' us, non?" He said smoothly, one brow lifting slightly.

"But disturbing you jacking off is fine?" I asked archly, placing a hand on my hip.

"Gambit can finish up before someone comes home." He replied, taking another step closer, lowering his head toward my ear. "But we might take a little longer, don't ya think?"

My back shivered, and I took a breath, inhaling his scent; sweat, spice and something sweetly masculine I could never adequately quantify.

"Sounds like you want to keep me for yourself tonight." Was my breathy reply.

His eyes darkened, an eager grin playing on his lips.

"You don't seem to mind..." His voice lowered to a sensual rumble, passion stirring within him.

"No." I admitted, before I smirked up at him, quickly reaching around his waist to grab handfuls of his muscled ass, squeezing firmly. "I don't."

Gambit's pleased groan was music to my ears, and I felt his cock twitch between us.

"Mmm, you've no idea how long I've wanted to get my hands on you, Cajun." I purred, squeezing again. He rewarded me with a satisfied grunt. "You're such a damn tease."

"Takes one to know one, mon amie." He growled in my ear. "Why ya think Gambit needin' to take care of himself?"

My heart skipped a beat, sparking heat in my chest. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye.

"You were thinking of me?" I asked, a blush rising on my face once again.

One of his eyebrows lifted slightly, a sly grin growing across his lips.

"Yes, chère." He purred sensually. "Gambit been thinkin' of all the things he wants to do to you..."

His grin only widened when he saw me shudder with delight, heat curling low in my body.

"And what do you want to do to me...?" I asked, feeling a little breathless as Gambit loomed over me. His chuckle was deep and throaty, full of promise.

"Let Gambit show you, chère." His hand cupped the back of my head before he caught my lips in a kiss.

The gentleness we started out with quickly evaporated when we slanted our mouths against one another, devouring each other hungrily. It became sloppy and frantic, tongues and teeth clacking together and our hands going everywhere, like our leashes had finally snapped and we were trying to do everything all at once.

I dimly remembered stepping backwards, my legs colliding with the bed and toppling us both onto it. Gambit quickly pinned me there, his arousal pressing insistently against my pelvis whilst his hands grasped for something else.

"Non mais!" He cursed. "Why ya gotta wear dis belt?"

My eyes popped open as I heard the familiar buzzing whine of his powers, and saw the pink energy surge from his hands to my belt, quickly encircling it and flaring brightly.

"No!" I cried, sitting bolt upright. "Gambit!"

"It okay chère, Gambit just-"

"Don't." I clasped my hands over his, glaring into his eyes. The warmth of his powers faded as the energy dissipated.

"Gambit jus' gonna loosen it," he said, feigning innocence with wide eyes and a toothy smile, looking at me from under his eyelashes. I raised an eyebrow at him, nonplussed.

"Uh huh, right. How about I take it off like a normal person, and we don't have to explain any awkward explosions to the others?" I said, holding his gaze as I unbuckled the now inert belt.

"Have it your way, chère." Gambit replied, his smile now playful and good-natured. "Gambit just a li'l eager. Been dreamin' of dis a long time."

I couldn't help but smile back at him, leaning forward so our foreheads touched. I swore his cheeks darkened slightly.

"Same here." I spoke softly.

His smile was surprisingly tender, leaning forward to kiss me again.

This one was much gentler than the first, Gambit cupping the back of my head once more, my hands lifting to wrap around his neck, twining my fingers into his ponytail. His other hand settled on my lower back, pressing me a little closer, before it began to rove down and below my loose trousers to cup my ass.

"Just couldn't help yourself, could you?" I sighed, pulling away before he could deepen the kiss with his tongue. Gambit chuckled richly, pressing his forehead back against mine.

"Guilty as charged, chère." He grinned boyishly, a hungry spark in his eyes as he squeezed, delighting in my groan. "Gotta feelin' you don' mind, though."

"Like I said," I smirked at him. "I have a particular liking for you, scoundrel."

Gambit's grin widened, and his hand started to move again, over my hip and down between my thighs. My breath hitched when his fingers pressed into me, and his pupils dilated, darkening his midnight eyes.

"If Gambit knew how much fun you be havin' without him, he'd come help you sooner." He purred, pressing his thumb into my clit, fingers rubbing over the wetness already soaking my underwear.

"Mmm, you sounded so good." I moaned, rocking my hips into his touch. "I'd hate to disturb you."

"For dis? You can disturb Gambit any time, chère." Before I could say anything more, the Cajun kissed me again. Briefly pausing his teasing, he scooped me further up the bed, lifting my feet clear off the floor.

Another passionate kiss to press my back into the sheets, the hand on the back of my head shielding the impact. His other hand took the opportunity to dive beyond the final cloth barrier, and I squirmed when his skin met mine, gasping into his mouth.

"Ahh-! Gambit!"

"I gotchu, chère." He breathed, pressing a softer kiss to my lips, then my jaw. "Hold tight."

I had barely a second to process before his fingers were moving again, sending hot sparks of pure pleasure shooting through my veins. I arched my back, Gambit starting to press kisses against my neck, occasionally grazing my fluttering pulse with his teeth.

My fingers curled into his reddish brunette hair, trying to ground myself amongst the sensations dancing like flames through me. His fingertips traced over me, skimming teasingly close to my entrance as his thumb continued its attentions at my apex. It stoked the molten fire within me, the tight coil winding around in the base of my stomach, and the building emptiness between my thighs. This was good, beyond good, but gods-

"Ga-Gambit, ple-Ease!" I gasped as he bit me, soothing it with his tongue. "I need, I need more, please!"

"Bien sûr, chère." He rumbled softly.

I moaned with relief when his fingers finally entered me, sinking in up to his knuckles. Gambit leaned up to kiss my forehead, giving me time to adapt as he flexed his fingers gently, pushing carefully at my inner walls.

"Doin' alright, Shadow?" He asked. I nodded, caught off guard by the achingly tenderness to his gaze.

"Yeah, yeah. Just been a while since I was with someone."

"Reckoned so. Gambit gonna start slow, take the edge off, okay?"

"Sure." I nodded again, darting up to steal a kiss from him. He chuckled fondly, making my heart flutter.

True to his word, the Cajun began gently, tentatively exploring for spots that made my breath hitch and or wriggle with delight. His red and black eyes watched me with studious intent - so dark there was only a narrow ring of crimson visible in the inky voids.

His restraint only lasted as long as it took for him to become certain he wasn't going to hurt me, and then Gambit was back to turning my nerves into miniature lightning rods, rolling my clit under the pad of his thumb and returning his attentions to my neck. It was all I could do to try and rock my hips to try and match his motions, moans spilling from my lips as he lavished me with open-mouthed kisses and the occasional prick of his teeth, careful not to leave tell-tale marks. At least, not yet.

"Ah, Shadow, such a beautiful voice!" Gambit groaned against my skin, unable to resist one short thrust against my hip.

"Now, now you know what it- aah! What it was like for me, hearing you..." I teased, impressed I was still able to string a sentence together.

"Good thing we alone, den." I felt his grin. "Gambit gonna make sure we get our fill."

The coil in my belly tightened further, tension beginning to gather in my body like storm clouds, almost too much, and yet not enough.

"Fuck, Gambit, I'm nearly there!" I panted.

"Gambit got ya, chérie. Ya doin' so well." He murmured reassuringly between his kisses and bites, his fingers stroking more quickly, almost relentlessly. "Jus' give in, let it take ya."

The coil became tighter, tighter, and then suddenly snapped. I uttered some sort of breathy gasp, arching my back as my orgasm swept through me, a wildfire that lit up every nerve I had into a blaze of ecstasy. I felt my powers respond with it, magnifying my pleasure to the point the world blurred for a moment - I dug my fingers into whatever I could to hold on to myself.

Gambit's movements slowed, helping me ride out the aftershocks, murmuring soft praises in my ear of how beautiful I'd looked, how well I'd done for him, and other little nothings in Cajun French. I sank into the warm wave of relaxation that followed in the wake of my release, dimly realizing that my hand was still tightly curled into Gambit's hair.

"Shit, Remy, sorry." I mumbled, releasing him and rubbing over his scalp. Luckily, I didn't hear any sounds of distress from his body, and Gambit closed his eyes for a moment, uttering a soft sigh as he leaned into my caress.

"It fine, chère." He murmured. "Gambit can take it." When his eyes slid open again, he offered me a small smile, pressing a gentle kiss to my arm.

He carefully slid his fingers out of me, glanced over to make sure I was watching, and then put them straight into his mouth. His eyelids fluttered closed, uttering such an indecent moan it made me blush (if not suspect he might be playing it up). Gambit took his time to savour the taste of me, only dragging his fingers out of his mouth when he was finished indolently sucking and licking them clean, holding my gaze with hooded eyes.

Interest was already beginning to stir between my legs again at such a display, especially when the bastard licked his lips, a scheme forming in those dark eyes...

(Part 2)

[saayatsumu]

tsum collab card preview (spoiler warning ?)

i have said it a million times and i’ll say it a million more—

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MAN ANYONE HAS EVER SEEN. i am in shambles i love him so much i am going to explode

also

currently feeling:

[ssruis]

Only nene + tsk ship related au i have is one made specifically to hurt rui and emu as much as possible. Entirely the fault of all I need are things I like. Also because I think the clowns should suffer.

[xemily-similex]

Paper Hearts Break All The Same (PT 1-2)

Here is a snippet/draft for the Mechanic v Y/N DCA fic I've been writing. I just need opinions???? I might use it in the fic or it can be just a stand alone thing. Also, this exact scene/chapter is going to be three parts on here bc of the word limit. PT 2

Set right after the Y/N gets into the picture. Mechanic confesses (Oh my!) and Sun is taking a page from his Help Wanted 2 book and just shredding it! (Not literally but close enough)

TW- Destruction (possibly accidental) of crafts we worked hard on, Sun is being an ass, Y/N makes an appearance, Reader has is bad for DCA (cue Usher's You Got It Bad), DCA is mean for a minute, not slay bestie (Does this seem too cliche, does it make sense, is reader an okay person? Relatable? BAD?! what is off about it? Help chat)

You fidget, pressing down on a sticker you put on the big flashy heart in your hands. You bought out the school supplies section of the local super store to make them.

An exaggeration, but not by much.

You used your neon posterboard and cut it into two wonky looking heart shaped cards. You tried making them look fancy with squiggly lined edges. It's uneven but you're out of any posterboard for more attempts.

You tried making up for it by bombarding it with stickers and cutesy doodles and glitter.

So much glitter.

Glitter glues, pens and loose glitter itself is plastered all over your admittedly childish confession letter.

Of course, you've written the cheesiest, corniest declaration of love.

You wrote from your heart and that is what matters, isn't it? It will certainly get your point across.

You are smitten with the Attendant. You want to kiss them until they blue screen. Hold hands romantically.

It felt fitting for the goof you were giving it to, but you are worried that they'll hate the glitter and you by extension. They use glitter all the time in the Daycare but it's so messy and Sun is always saying how much he hates cleaning it up and-

What's done is done, there's no going back now. You mustered up enough courage to give them this, literally and metaphorically, your heart and you were going to do it tonight.

No more chickening out. You were going to do it this time.

Going back and re-doing your letter will just give you time to back out and you can't afford that. Not everything can be perfect, and if they feel for you like you do for them even a little, it'll be just fine. They have surely gave off enough hints that they did.

But what if they didn't and you are just being hopeful?

Shut up, brain.

The Plex was nearing closed, and the Daycare should be empty besides the Attendant and his assistant. You can't place it, but the assistant gets on your nerves. Hopefully they have already gone home for the day.

You smile, feeling giddy and dizzy and stupid and your legs and arms were shaking, and your stomach felt like it was twisting but in a good way? It was hard to explain, you felt like you were going to be sick, but it was a good feeling.

Walking past the SLIDE INTO FUN, which you're tempted to go down but decide that it could very much crumple the hearts you spent hours making, so you pass it by.

Stealing yourself a look over the railing and down into the Daycare because you can't help yourself, you see Sun cleaning the Daycare with the assistant.

Something ashy settles in your chest when you see them, the assistant. You can't put a finger on it, but maybe it'll pass as you get to know them. They were a new hire after all, and you warm up to people like an ice cube in the sun. (Slowly)

Their being here could hinder what you're about to do, but you're too excited to let them stop you. They can probably use a break from Sun, anyways. He is terribly known to be quite harsh with anyone new working with him. You are usually the one to help Sun clean up, but he insisted earlier that the assistant can take that over since it was in their job description and he has this crazy check list in his head that his handlers have to go through to be deemed worthy, and therefore needed tested. You didn't argue with it.

After going down the steps two at a time, you knock on the open door. "Knock, knock?" You announce yourself, and yes, it's cheesy but you are giddy from love, okay?

Sun doesn't automatically bound up to you like normally, and you're a tad bit disappointed, but you can't expect him to just up and drop everything for you, especially since he still has company and work to do.

You aren't that kind of person.

You'll even help them, but you wanted to talk to him first. Confess.

You would wait until later, but you feel your stomach trying to come out of your throat in anticipation.

You enter, looking around for your jester. Yours. You giggle excitedly, the idea that hopefully after you can find them and give them your sappy cards that they will be yours, and in turn, you theirs.

Maybe you should have a modicum of self-awareness that they can very easily say ew, no just as well. You try to keep a balanced outlook, preparing for both outcomes.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist that you are failing to do that as you skip to the back looking for them.

[voided-selfships]

"Personally, I think this is fucked up."

[TAGLIST/BONUS]

@mashyaoi @comfycozycirrus @ghost--girlfriend @wanderers-wife @fireborns @lovebandit42069

[woobab]

forgot to post this over here but aghdhssghag here!!!! 🫶

- I imagine this to be Em and Peppino's first encounter with each other, Em having to rush back to her patisserie after delivering some cakes and other baked goods by foot, she'll soon (and accidentally) bump into the pizza chef

AND IT BEGINS!!!! 💕

...i love my f/o sm <333 heheh

reblogs are appreciated!

[always-a-joyful-note]

You don't know how much I can Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint code Enstars because I could. Because you have a set up where you are basically taking the place of Anzu--a person created simply to be the reader's/player's self-insert. Because the characters all exist to love Anzu while they're going through their own arcs. Because Anzu also exists to love and support the characters by the game's own coding. She is their world and their hope, and the enstars characters are her idols (and I don't just mean that as singers and dancers).

But slowly, I've seen posts and even small summaries of how Anzu starts becoming her own person, small ways apart from the characters. Yes, she's still quiet. Yes, she is almost always a Viewer. Except for the fact that this is a game story, not just a book or novel story. And games are meant to be played...not by the characters but by someone who is watching them but has not created them.

This is how Anzu has more power than a normal reader. This is also how she has less power than a normal reader. The game allows her to exercise power over the characters' lives that a normal reader of a book cannot--she can help along Trickstar, be the behind the scenes producer for a number of the idol groups in the school, doing something to make them shine. But she is always a puppet, controlled by the player. She has a silly personality with a questionable naming sense and determination and hard-headedness to boot...her preferences for the units and who she builds up are always changing according to the player. Her only goal is to make sure her idols shine (what more does a reader want than to see their characters shine?), yet the goal of the Enstars characters is to adore Anzu and make people like her who support them happy (where would the characters be without a reader?)

Like the Oldest Dream, she is the most powerful and weakest god of all. A puppet steered by the fantasies of many, many individuals yet always loved by the characters for "herself."

[cowboyskeletons]

anyone ask for a gothcleats inscryption au? no? too late

[banqanas]

HELLO GUESS WHO JUST PULLED MATCHING SAWAKETO IN A SINGLE PULL !!!!!!!!! LOVE IS REAL!!!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️🦖🐸❤️❤️❤️