#obligatory Valentine's Day reblog

[sinkingnotsoslowly]

No More Love Left

Pairing: (f) Reader x Seungmin

Non-idol au, fluff, mostly angst

Warnings: Unrequited love, mention of a breakup (not y/n's), slight Minho x reader, curse words, suggestive, mention of making out

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Loving him was giving your all. A petal of rose each day. Until there’s no more left to give.

You too wanted your high school sweetheart story with Seungmin. But so did all the other girls in your year. You were close to him than the girls could ever be, his best friend. But that didn’t mean he was attainable. You still gave him chocolate on Valentine’s Day, “Oh obligatory chocolates? Thank you (y/n)”.

You thought you were leaving enough hints when you took extra notes when Seungmin was sick and couldn’t come to school. You even added little ‘get well soon’ and funny footnotes to cheer him up and then took them all the way to his house after school. But you realised that it was nothing extraordinary thing to do. Anyone would do that for a friend. So you started a ritual of giving him a flower each day when he came to school. “What’s this for?”, he asked with visible confusion on his face. “I’m growing them in my backyard. I thought it will be a beautiful start to your day”, you tried to look as unaffected as possible. Seungmin shrugged, “I can’t decide if that’s sweet or cringe”. Cringe, you decided.

You gathered enough courage to confess to him on graduation day. So you left a little note on his desk telling him to meet by the ground. But you didn’t have enough courage to leave your name on the note.

To your surprise Seungmin did not come alone, a girl from your year was there too. You crept in closer to listen to what they were talking about. It was a breach of privacy but your heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst. Was she really doing what you thought she was?

“I really like you. Will you go out with me?”, damn. But Seungmin wouldn’t say yes, would he?

“Okay”

A gasp made both of them turn to look at you.

“What are you doing here (y/n)?”

“I-I was looking for you. Mom wanted a picture of us both. I see that you’re busy, I-I’ll wait by the gate”, you ran off from there as fast as you could.

You did not wait for him that day, just went straight home with your mom. And then when Seungmin called, you lied about feeling sick. It seemed that’s what you kept doing these days, lying to your best friend. But you knew for sure that if you were honest you would end up losing him for good.

One would think their childhood crush would fade away with time. But yours didn’t.

But two ended up going to the same college with different majors. But still had a few classes together. And by God was he distracting. He sat in front of you. So the only thing you did in your shared classes was stare at the back of his head with heart eyes. “(Y/n) you’re so whipped for Seungmin it's pathetic”, Felix said to you one day during lunch. “Wait how’d you know?”

“Are you kidding me? Everyone has noticed by now. Even Hyunjin’s dramatic ass. And yet Mr Oblivious has not”, he said as stole your fries.

“Felix, whose side are you on? It’s good that he hasn’t noticed. He even has a girlfriend for God’s sake”

“So what? Just cause he has a girlfriend doesn’t mean that can’t have feelings for you. Maybe he just wants to see you react to him dating. It can be your best-friends-to-lovers story”

“You’re watching too many dramas Felix. Get real”

Felix let out a sigh, “You can at least try you know?”

“And lose a friend? No thanks”.

And thank God you didn’t take Felix’s advice because you found Seungmin and his girlfriend kissing at the park the next day. Even if you knew that he had a girlfriend, things actually felt real seeing him smiling like a puppy while looking at that girl. Maybe partly it was his fault, he treated you too kindly, never let you feel that he was spending any less time with you because of his girlfriend. But seeing your world in someone else’s hand made you question how much love you had left to give to him.

Turned out it was a lot and not enough at the same time. Hyunjin dragged you to the dance major party on Saturday because “Just cause you didn’t get to have a high school sweetheart story doesn’t mean you can’t have a college hook-up story”. And for once he was right. You were tired of everything because every time you saw Seungmin you felt like you lost a bit of yourself by giving him all the love that you could. So you let yourself get chatted up by this really handsome senior who showed you pictures of his three cats. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol but everything he said seemed ten times funnier to you. You even grinded against him while dancing and made out below the stairs. Eventually, you two ended up in someone’s room upstairs. You really thought you could do it. Minho was very good at what he did until you moaned Seungmin’s name. You swore you would never show your face to him again.

But Minho was a kind soul, he didn’t judge. He tracked you down during lunch on Monday.

“I get that you have issues but I really liked talking to you. I would love it if we could at least be friends. I’ll even let you meet my cats”

“Are you trying to bribe me with your cats?”, you asked.

“Is it working?”

“You can have my number”.

Minho was a very good friend and he was funny too. He let you meet his cats like promised. “Dori are you really ditching me to play with someone whom you know for two weeks?”, you giggled at his playfulness.

“Just accept it Dori loves me more”

“You traitor, see if I buy you any more toys”.

The only sad thing was he would be graduating before you. But he insisted that he would never lose contact with you. He would spend his whole life trying to seduce you if he had to.

“Is that the real reason you befriended me Minho? Just to sleep with me?”, you mockingly pouted making his ears turn red.

“W-What no believe me I really did not”

“It’s okay I’m just joking”.

You felt happy during the time you spent with him. It was enough to keep your mind off of Seungmin. You thought you had finally exhausted all the love you could give him, all the petals had fallen. Until one night he showed up at his doorstep, barely holding back tears.

“She broke up with me”, you brought him to your arms. You really thought there was nothing left, you were done. But you were clearly mistaken as your heart ached at his sight, and it was definitely not just feeling bad for a friend. Your world did not deserve this sadness. That night you let him find comfort in your space, consoling him the whole night. And a part of you felt a surge of hope which you knew was wrong but you couldn’t help it. Maybe, just maybe this time on he would look at you, and give you back all the petals that you gave.

masterlist

Autumn's sighs- little soft thoughts about our favourite boys

[nocturnalfandomartist]

❤️ Romance in the Air ❤️

Time Elapsed (1): 1 hour, 3 minutes

Time Elapsed (2): 57 minutes

Program: Ibis Paint X

"You know, Zelda... There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about."

Happy Valentines Day :) This is my obligatory SS Zelink appreciation post.

Time for another headcanon ramble!!! 🎉

As one of my favorite LoZ games (and one I'm playing through right now), Skyward Sword just had to be what I posted on Valentine's Day! Link and Zelda in this game are so cute! They're practically canon, they even have a theme titled "Romance in the Air" (and no one can convince me the pun isn't intended).

It's pretty clear that, unlike most games, their relationship wasn't ambiguous. These first incarnations were childhood friends, and even before the world was at stake it seemed their bond was unbreakable. Their dynamic in general is amazing, and the chemistry that is somehow present within scenes without Link talking beyond dialogue options really goes to show how close the two are. It really makes me feel bad that they had to go through so much just to get that moment of calm back.

Near the beginning of the game, Zelda (somewhat timidly) asks Link to go fly through the clouds with her in celebration of his victory at the Wing Ceremony. While they're in the sky on the backs of their loftwings, Zelda mentions there's something she's been meaning to talk to Link about. But, of course, she gets ripped from the sky by a dark tornado just before she can finish her sentence. She never gets to finish, either, as when she lands she is plunged into a destiny she unknowingly set for herself eons ago. Both are sent on journeys of their own, ultimately leading to the reunion of the Triforce and the Hylia statue's return to the surface. It is there that Zelda tells Link she wants to stay in this land. Many people interpret Link's smile in response as an agreement. While I am one of those people, I also believe that Link had more to say afterword.

Throughout the events of Skyward Sword, it is very clear his initial motivations were to make sure Zelda was okay. Even if dismissed or further separated by Impa or Ghirahim, Link was willing to take up a sword and fight to reach her. And, in the end, his worst fears came true. Not only did Zelda have to seal herself away- potentially forever if he failed- but when he freed her, Ghirahim intervened and put Zelda's life on the line. Despite the severity of the situation, I don't think Link saw a goddess's soul about to revive the ancient king of demons. I think he saw his best friend, the girl he loved, in the midst of life or death.

In the end, when the two finally achieve the peace they've been traveling across the surface to grasp, there's a final post credits scene with them atop the descended Hylia statue. Link plays Ballad of the Goddess on Zelda's harp much like she did at the beginning, and they get to take in the hope of a new future over the horizon. With everything they'd been through up until then, what would be a better time to finish where they left off with their lives?

Anyway, that's where I'll leave the rambling for now. To be continued, more than likely.

Reblogging is fine, but please don't post this anywhere else without linking the original post. Thanks!

[account-name]

please reblog for sample size, i don't have a lot of mutuals and i need to see how unpopular my opinion is

also wow this is my first poll

[thefrogthief]

Btw please ignore that I’m reblogging the obligatory My Bloody Valentine posts the day after Valentines ok??

[joachimnapoleon]

Obligatory Valentine’s Day reblog since everyone else is celebrating their favorite Napoleonic couples today. They might be dysfunctional (and shifty in their loyalties), but I still love them.

My new go-to explanation for why I love the Murats so much:

[valentinesdayofdoom]

[ Prompts List ] | [ Disclaimers ]

Hello IZ fandom, and welcome to the Valentine’s Day of Doom... Week! An event week dedicated to love, affection, and care among everyone’s funniest little fandom! 

In an attempt to spread love and care amongst not only the popular ships in the fandom, but the unpopular as well, we’re holding this week to celebrate all kinds of love! Romantic, platonic, familial - whether you’re just friends or in love! 

We’re giving everybody a full months headstart, so you guys can wait til the week of or start work as soon as you can! Our event is being hosted Feb. 8th - 14th, 2021! Prompts will be reblogged until March 14th, so if you’re a bit late, that’s okay, too.

Please tag your submissions with #valentinesdayofdoom, as well as @valentinesdayofdoom​!

Under the cut are our prompts and rules for the event!

Prompts List (Shorthand) 1. Unconventional Affection 2. Platonic Love 3. Confessions [ Mission Success / Mission Failed ] 4. Obligatory Prom Event 5. AU Appreciation 6. Love Yourself 7. Happy Valentine’s Day™

Rules and Guidelines 1. You do not have to do pieces in order! You want to do the last prompt on the first day? Go for it! This is for fun and for love, don’t stress yourself out, okay! 2. You do not have to stick strictly to the prompt! So long as it’s vaguely connected, you did it! 3. Please understand that not every submission will be reblogged! Some topics or ships make the moderators uncomfortable, and we withhold the right to not reblog certain things. You are still absolutely free to participate, just understand you might not be reblogged to this blog. (Also, please note that we just might not see the submission!) 3. Our only hard no rule is please no NSFW or graphic works! While we may not reblog everything, we do not want anything NSFW or extremely gory in our tag. A little blood here and there, a little bit of sensuality, those are fine - just keep it PG-13! 5. Be respectful! Not everyone’s way of love is the same, and not everyone’s ships are the same. Please be kind and considerate to everyone, even if you disagree with them. 6. Have fun, and don’t feel too crunched for time! We are posting this a month in advance to give everyone who needs it a head start, and we will be reblogging entries for one month after the last day!

[arcticfox007]

Epilogue: Christmas Day

Epilogue to the Destiel December Challenge that took on a life of it’s own!

Thanks to all of you who have stuck with me throughout this Christmas story, I’ve had so much fun and I’ve appreciated each and every comment, kudos, reblog, and like I’ve received. Check out the Master Post for these and AO3!

I do have a Valentine’s Day timestamp planned, so let me know if you want to be added to the tag list or removed <3

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               Dean wakes up slowly, feeling warmer than he usually does in the bunker, especially considering that he seems to be sleeping in his underwear. Still groggy, Dean wills his eyelids open to find arms wrapped around him and realizes the warmth is coming from Cas, and his wings. While he can’t exactly see it there, he can feel one wing draped over him acting as an extra blanket. Dean sighs in relief as there was part of him that wondered if last night had been a dream. Realizing that Dean is waking up, Cas pulls him in even closer, his hand pressing the feather pendant over Dean’s heart. Dean smiles, remembering that Cas told him he’d be able to hear Dean’s heartbeat through the pendant.

               “Do you like being able to hear my heart, Cas?” Cas makes a pleased rumbling noise while pressing his face into the back of Dean’s neck. He then rubs his cheek up towards Dean’s jaw, giving Dean the amusing image of his warrior angel as a large purring cat. Dean turns into Cas, flipping over so they’re facing one another. Cas seems almost shy as he caresses Dean’s face and looks at him through his dark eyelashes.  

               “Hearing your heartbeat is wonderful, I enjoy the reminder that you’re keeping a part of me close to you.” Dean huffs out a quiet laugh and leans in to kiss Castiel. It’s a softer kiss than some of the more passionate ones they’d share last night, but Dean enjoys it just as much. Cas’ perpetual stubble rubs on Dean’s face, and Dean discovers he enjoys the sensation. While Dean is more than happy with sleepy and comforting kisses, he also wants Cas closer. He throws one leg over the angel’s thigh, slotting Cas’s leg in-between his knees.

               “I’ve wanted this for so fucking long, you have no idea. Just to touch you, kiss you, see you next to me like this.” Dean’s words are spoken in heated whispers. He’s desperate to convey just how much it means that Cas is here with him. While Dean feels twinges of lust mixing in with the sensations of meeting Cas’ lips with his own, he’s not in a rush to take things any further. For the first time in forever Dean feels like he has time to explore, time to cherish, time to bask in the gentle touches of his angel’s hands holding him close.

Unfortunately, their lazy explorations of one another are interrupted by the sudden slam of Dean’s door being thrown open.

               “Merry Christmas Dean! C’mon an- oh. Oops.” Sam looks like a deer in headlights as he takes in his brother and Cas both staring back at him, with their limbs tangled together and wearing very little in the way of clothing. “Uh, I guess that answers the question of whether or not you’d seen Cas this morning…”

               Cas starts laughing, more uncontrollably than anything Dean has seen before. It’s joyous and infectious and soon Dean is also laughing, hard enough that tears start trickling down his cheeks. At some point Sam must have made himself scarce and Dean and Cas share a few more smiling kisses before pulling on their obligatory Christmas pajamas and making their way towards the common areas.

***

               Sam is thrilled with the rare lore book Cas gives him and shocked that Dean broke with tradition to give him a mini blender so he can more easily make his health nut smoothies. Sam had already given Dean the Cas tree topper doll, but he also broke with tradition to get Dean a massaging seat for the Impala which Dean may have scoffed at before getting closer to middle aged, but now found himself looking forward to trying out.

Cas tears up when Dean gives him the bee mug from their night out at Midnight Madness. Unexpectedly matching Dean’s gift, Cas gave him a month’s worth of coffee from the Inn they’d stayed at after explaining to Sam he’d already given Dean his real present. Dean was then prompted to tell Sam he’d shown Cas his room the other night, and explained that Sam had helped Dean get everything together for it. Excitement lights up Sam’s eyes on hearing how much Cas loved the room, and he quickly pushes another gift towards Cas to unwrap.

               “They’re for your room. There are a lot though, so I figured you could pick the ones you wanted and we could put anything else up around the rest of the bunker.” Cas takes the lid off of the now unwrapped box and gasps. He starts to pull out picture frames and spread them out, handing a few over to Dean. There are pictures from times they’d been on hunts together and someone happened to have a phone with a worthwhile camera. There are pictures of individuals and groups. There are pictures of Claire, and even one of Cas and Claire that Dean doesn’t remember having been taken. He notices Cas props that one up on a nearby table before returning to the rest of the pile. He pulls aside ones of just Dean and Cas, and ones of Cas with Sam, Charlie, and even an older one with Bobby.

               “When did you get these?” Cas seems surprised as he looks at the bottom of the box, but pleasantly so. Dean leans over to see and finds pictures of them at Midnight Madness. Dean’s heart feels like it stutters for a moment as he looks at him and Cas painting chocolate on one another’s faces. There’s a picture of the two of them when they almost kissed at the Phoenix Emporium, and another of them laughing together while playing Clue at the Inn. Then there’s the one Dean knew Charlie had taken of them wearing ridiculous knit hats in front of one of the Christmas trees that had been part of the main display. Dean realizes that he’d been kidding himself to think Cas hadn’t returned his feelings, it’s captured in each and every photograph.

               “Charlie. She snuck in a lot of pictures while we were hanging out.”

               “Thank you, Sam. I’ll have to thank Charlie as well, this is a wonderful gift.” Cas beams a smile at Sam and they start chatting about which pictures should go where. Dean asks if he can have the one from the chocolate making class for his room and Cas hands it over happily while Sam gives him a smug look.

               “What?” Dean holds the picture defensively against his chest while glaring at his bitch of a brother. Sam, tries to make an innocent face, but Dean knows him too well and continues to glower at him.

               “Nothing, I’m just glad you like the pictures Dean.” Cas looks between the two of them, confused.

               “I do like the pictures Samantha. Even if you and Charlie were clearly stalking Cas and I with some sort of ulterior motive in mind.” Dean continues to glower at his brother.

               “I don’t understand, Dean. Why do you think Sam and Charlie were taking pictures?”

               “Don’t listen to him Cas, Dean just can’t accept a gift that makes him have feelings without being a jerk.” Sam actually has the audacity to stick his tongue out while facing Dean. What the hell?

               “Don’t act like you and Charlie weren’t plotting to get Cas and I together. I heard you calling Charlie after you walked in on us this morning.” Dean states while still starting down Sam.

               “If that is the case, I have even more to thank you and Charlie for Sam.” Cas gets up and hugs Sam and then wanders over to curl up on Dean’s side. “Are you really mad, Dean? Would either of us have ever said anything otherwise?” Cas looks up at him with unfair puppy-dog eyes.

               “Fine. No, I guess not. Whatever. Stop feeding Sam’s smugness.” Dean rolls his eyes but also throws his arms around his angel pulling him closer. Sam is absolutely radiating an aura of you owe me and I’m amazing, but Dean chooses to ignore him for now. 

               If he’s honest, Dean doesn’t really mind. He has Cas, and while he knows being together won’t always be this easy, he’s grateful for any moment that he can spend with his arms around the person he loves.

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@galaxycastiel, @jellydeans, @nguyenxtrang, @my-favourite-hellatus

[gleightter]

happy white day !! this is my weekly bujo drawing and i drew ochako receiving mochi as a white day gift from katsuki 🥰

white day is like valentine's day in east asia when guys gift girls back after receiving 義理チョコ(obligatory chocolate) or 本命チョコ (favourites chocolate) 🍫 🍫

traditionally ,, popular gifts are white chocolate ,, marshmallows ,, cookies and jewelry (usually the gifts are white bc *white* day !) but here i drew ochako receiving mochi instead bc there is white mochi and bc she likes mochi canonically 🍡🍡 (ok ik this is a dango emoji not a mochi emoji but i can't find a mochi emoji so that's the closest thing ig)

have a good weekend and stay safe !

as usual reblogs are greatly appreciated uwu 🌠✨

materials used: pop basic colour pencils ,, copic markers ,, pentel soft eraser ,, pilot mechanical pencil ,, pentel fude touch brush pen (grey) ,, uniball signo um-153 (silver and gold)

[mask131]

Obligatory Valentine's Day reblog

Imagine Valentine's Day, but instead of Cupid and little Cherubs being the official mascots, it's this flowery skull of Saint Valentine himself, preserved in the Basilica di Santa Maria in Cosmedin, Rome, Italy

[secretshinigami]

Masterlist of Spring Roulette 2020

Thank you everyone for giving this a go. It was a fun round and all gifts are now posted. We will return to our regular method of matching in our next exchange and we look forward to your participation.

Here is a compiled list of everyone’s prompts from this round – thank you for letting us post them, and we hope you guys enjoy them! If you use a prompt, please let us know and we’ll reblog your piece!

Prompts are organized by their submitter, so feel free to ctrl+f to find character-specific prompts.

theallknowingowlagain

Girls’ night with Sachiko and Sayu

Five times Beyond Birthday lost to A, and one time he came out on top

Office AU

A date with Naomi and Raye

What L sees in the dark

L as an actual frog, Light as whatever animal you prefer

hazblogs

Naomi Misora and BB have a fun time looking for clues for the LABB murders, with cheeky banter and Naomi getting a little attached to Beyond

L wins AU, where Light never recovers his memories, but Misa did (following canon). explore how L, knowing that Light is Kira but being unable to either prove it without making Light a criminal, deals with the whole "Light is Kira but he doesn't remember it" situation

Mello is a witch and Near is a vampire he's been hunting for a long time - maybe to discover that he was chasing the wrong target all along

Mello and Near hugging, if possible in casual clothes

Light's mind-shelter, the place in his head he retreats to when the pressure of being Kira becomes too much and he starts to doubt (extremely early in the manga or post L's death)

Naomi Misora and L wearing traditional japanese yukatas at a summer festival

missmomentss

Beyond Birthday going a blind date with A

L meeting Beyond Birthday for the first time

Misa and L have a sleepover party

A switched roles with Beyond Birthday

Sayu is Kira

Mello meeting Beyond Birthday in prison

almostsane-things

DN cast goes to college together, has some unfortunate roommate matches, hijinx ensue

The Kira case from Sayu or Sachiko's POV 

AU where Soichiro actually dies from the heart attack he had in the first arc and Light is accused of murdering his dad.

Lowlightprimed AU: The fight between B and L at Wammy's house at the end of the first arc (BBAL) 

Lidner and Misora go on an undercover mission on Halloween

Near in harajuku fashion(s), creatively dyed hair is a plus

Beyond Birthday dressed as Winnie the Pooh and eating jam out of a honey-pot.

Mourning the death of various DN characters (Who gets large crowds? Who gets one or two heartfelt mourners? Who gets mourned by no one at all?)  

Fake dating sim screenshot featuring character of your choice   

beyondplusultra

Wammy House-era Near, Mello, and Matt trying to give L something for Valentine's Day.

The origin of the "Dear Mello" photograph.

Mikami being catfished by Beyond Birthday.

Anything involving Mello, Matt, and Near hanging out (as friends, romantically, or with one of them third-wheeling is fine).

Sayu giving Light his obligatory Valentine's chocolate at his grave.

Light surrounded by chibi versions of the other Kiras, who are clambering over one another to try and be the first to give him their chocolate.

jeepersjeevas

(Anyone!) Person A comes home during a blizzard covered in snow and all grumpy. Person B warms them up with their pj’s and cuddles

Matt/Mello: They get into a heated argument over something trivial in canon. They say some pretty harsh stuff to each other, but make up later

Wammy’s Kids: In which they all sneak out one night to go to the drug store. Upon discovering they’ve forgotten their money they decide to shoplift, using B as their distraction.

B and Matt as best friends post-timeskip

L hardcore crushing on Misa, and she lowkey liking him back (canon)

Makeshift boyband in someone’s garage. Löded Diper vibes. B’s lead singer

jeevas-exe

mello & matt but they have magical powers au 

fem!light and takada but one of them borrows a book and doesn't return it so they have to find each other au

canon-compliant character study on sayu, post-canon (when Light dies); pre-canon L first getting into the kira case

au where Light and L become accidental roommates because SOMEONE forgot to pay rent 

canon-compliant Mello and Matt find each other between the explosion and the ending

Light and L in some ugly fashion, like dads-on-vacation-in-Florida fashion

Naomi Misora with lots of tattoos!

Rem and Ryuk in human form, with some punk fashion

complicatedmerary

Light and Sayu bake a cake for a birthday surprise party for either parent (Soichiro or Sachiko) of your choice. A lot of family silliness and sibling bickering.

Light and Misa's first official romantic date was a disaster. While it does not shake Misa's devotion, her feelings are hurt.

Death Note is a reality TV show. Yes, there's still a Kira to be caught, but cameras are now involved! The more dramatic, the better!

Mikami and Takada walking side by side out in the winter.

L meeting Wedy and Aiber for the first time.

Demegawa being pampered like the king he believes he is.

babelfell

Reverse!Noel AU (Noel by TzviaAriella): Light won, and threw Near in the cage meant for himself. It's been three years since his victory, and he's starting to get lonely; he goes down to taunt Near. (NOT SHIPPY. Disgusting rivals only, thank u).

Terrace House AU (or 'we all are strangers and have to live together' reality show AU) with the Death Note cast.

Pirate!AU. L is the captain of the ship, and Light is his first mate and plotting a mutiny with his most 'trusted' crew:  Takada and Mikami. It's all going well until Misa hears about the plot and wants in...

Light/Near dating sim CG.

Beach Episode feat. Light and Mikami getting iced drinks under an umbrella.

Kiyomi Takada and/or Teru Mikami in a kimono, having tea alone or with one another.

Anonymous

A holiday at Wammy's House (could be Christmas, Halloween, Valentine's day, etc)

Raye and Naomi's first date

LABB beach episode

Older Light braiding Near's very long hair

Naomi and cats

Spider-Man meme but it's L (from the anime/manga) and L (from the 2015 tv drama)

In a no!kira world, both fem!L and fem!light have a crush on misa. how do they try to impress her?

Beyond Birthday “accidentally” (its totally on purpose, he just doesn’t want to admit it) gets involved with the Kira case, and he and Misa become friends while they both annoy light.

Light Yagami wakes up in his teenage bedroom after he died at the Yellow Box warehouse. He still has all his memories, and it’s exactly one day before he originally found the death note.  

The Kira case ended years ago, the Wammy’s House is shut down. Only very few of the original Wammy’s kids are still in touch with each other. Linda hasn’t talked to anyone from Wammy’s in years. One day, Near knocks on the front door of her atelier in LA.

Light Yagami is for whatever reason a Wammy’s kid. (Pre-canon, so not even LABB has happened yet, and we’re ignoring the timeline, so L, Light, Beyond, and the other Wammy’s kids (Near, mello, matt, linda) are all the same age.) Chaos ensues.

Fantasy!AU. The noble knight Light Yagami was tasked with slaying the “evil” monster Ryuk. On his journey through a fantasy land while trying to find and defeat the beast he meets many people, like the cutesy goth witch Misa Amane, the baker’s son L Lawliet (Watari’s the baker) and his twin Beyond Birthday, or the group of 4 students from a wealthy orphanage (Wammy’s House is the orphanage, Linda, Matt, Mello, and Near are the students).

Misa posing, while Linda is painting her.  

Misa, L, and Light in modern fashion (Misa as an egirl, what fashion L & light wear is ur choice!!)

Misa’s reaction after she used the death note for the first time, viewed through the shinigami eyes. (Maybe she’d also have some blood on her clothes)  

An interaction of Mello and Near pre-canon when they were still in Wammy’s House.

A drawing of the characters mentioned the fantasy!au fanfic prompt, goofing off. (doesn’t have to be all characters, just choose the ones you wanna draw!!)  

Misa Amane sitting in a Wammy’s House foyer with the Wammy’s kids (Near, Mello, Matt, Linda). They’re all the same age, Misa’s also a Wammy’s kid.

Several years post-canon, Near decides to (or has to because circumstances) tell Sachiko and Sayu the truth about Light.

Pre-canon Light and Yamamoto hanging out at an arcade, being early 2000s teens in peace.

Actor AU. Light is a young Japanese actor getting his first Hollywood role under L, a notoriously difficult director who never shows his face. (Not Lawlight, other ships welcome.)

Near and Light playing a piano duet.

Naomi kicking ass in her wedding dress in a Kill Bill-esque fashion.

Ryuk trying to play Switch and struggling to use the Joycons with his huge hands, to Light's amusement.

[curejune]

Valentine’s Day Art Requests

Yes, this is happening

the stars have aligned

curejune is taking sketch requests

(pencil uncolored sketches)

Rules:

- this is VD-themed so it’s couples and/or chocolate advertisement

- some action prompt would be appreciated like “eating chocolate” or “couple costumes” or “cleaning the aftermath of the disastrous cooking attempt”

- if it’s fanart it must be something i’ve already featured on this blog before

- Your OCs? ok sure, but please have refs and be off anon so I could credit you properly later

- Literally any combination of my ocs is welcome and like there’s 150+ of them you’ve got to like someone

- obligatory “stay sfw” rule because please

i’m gonna be reblogging it until i get at least one ask featuring my characters, which by my estimate might just happen eventually.

[cynnied-writes]

Read on A03 or FFN.

i like me better (when i'm with you)

○ fandom: deltarune

○ main pairing: kralsei (kris x ralsei) | minor pairing: suselle (susie x noelle)

○ characters: kris | ralsei | susie | rouxls kaard | w.d. gaster

○ genre/warnings: romance (mostly fluff… for now) | a bit of coming of age angst

○ tags: fake dating | celebrity au | social media au | meet ugly | kris is a tiktok musician | ralsei is an aged-out disney channel star | kris is afab | house parties | slightly underage drinking | mentions of blood | mild nudity | kris is a bit of a mess but we love them anyway | AND ralsei is too! | Aren't they perfect for each other??

○ chapter word count: 8,474

→ summary: Kris Dreemurr, the eccentric musician SilentKnight on TikTok, hadn't meant to trespass through Ralsei Prince's backyard and fall into his pond. But to be fair, they were utterly plastered at the time.

○ note: We're finally here! The end of the First Act! And we get to see Kris reacts and Ralsei's fake dating gambit! You probably know how they answer, but it's the journey to get to their answer that's the fun part. Oh, and there should be a brief appearance from another Human. Hmm, I wonder who. No spoilers from me, so, now, off with you! I hope you enjoy!!

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Chapter 5/22: Songwriting in Closets & Insane Proposals

Kris

In the dark of their closet, Kris wrote.

They’d found that, when cloaked in darkness in a tight space, melodies drifted into their mind easier. For hours they used to sit in the front door closet, amongst the winter coats and all their old shoes, scribbling things in their notebook. Until their mother would call them for lunch or dinner, and they’d crawl out like the gremlin they were. Bones and muscles stiff, eyes stinging from the light of the outside world, but their mind freer than can be.

But in their small studio apartment, their mother was nowhere to be seen, thank the Angel. So, from the moment they’d woken up in the wee hours of Saturday morning, they’d headed into their closet. Hadn’t come out since. MIDI keyboard sitting in their lap, headphones hooked up to their laptop, and, most importantly, their songwriting notebook balanced on their knee.

Technically, they were supposed to be producing content for their TikTok like usual. Nothing too hard, mainly synthwave covers of songs and whatnot. They found themself drifting away from the task at hand, though.

Unable to stop themself from getting lost in their thoughts and writing snippets of lyrics down in their worn notebook. From testing out melodies and motifs on their keyboard, tiny thing that it is. Finding the sweet spot between the two and fleshing them out into makeshift songs. Originals, ones that the world’s never seen. Stories that they were ready to tell. Nothing too remarkable yet, but they could feel it in their bones. They were onto something.

So engrossed in their process of creation that they jumped and flung their headphone off as Susie burst through the door. Taking a moment to settle their racing heart, they scowled up at her. Curling up, they hissed at the pyjama-clad intruder and the onslaught of light that invaded the dark hideaway.

“Angel above, you’re weird. I know Ms. T made sure you have your shots, knock it off.” Susie said with a grimace. Their only response was a wide grin. Rolling her eyes, she held up their phone in a way that suggested it was somehow radioactive. “You left your phone.”

“I know.” They usually did on songwriting days. Knowing how their brain worked, if they brought it in with them, there was a good chance that they’d get nothing done.

“You know, I thought it’d be cool to know someone kinda famous," She said. "But this thing hasn’t stopped pinging for two weeks straight. Take it before I smash it into little tiny pieces.”

Chucking it at them, Susie gave them a sardonic salute before shutting the door behind her. Plunging them back into darkness. And like the child they were, Kris stuck their tongue out at the closed closet door. Placing their headphones back on their head with a half-hearted huff before leaning back up against the closet’s wall.

Guess they needed a break from writing anyway.

Yawning, they unlocked their phone. Nothing seemed all that new, notification-wise. A swath of new follower notifications from across all of their social media. They were still getting atted on Twitter for the whole Ralsei situation, but it was nothing too bad. Apparently, they’d made it into MonStar Teens magazine, which brought a smirk to their face. Oh, they’d have to see if they could find a copy at the Ralph’s up the street. Frame the page and everything.

There were also a couple of unread DMs and text messages from Noelle, Berdly, Asriel, and Ralsei. Nothing too out of the ordinary. They’d get to them, eventually, after they… they…

Wait.

Hold up.

Eyes wide, they tapped on the notification with Ralsei Prince’s name in bolded letters. Their phone’s tabs switched from Twitter to their Android’s messages app, revealing that Ralsei had sent several messages not too long ago.

RP: Hello, Kris. It’s Ralsei.

RP: I hope you’ve been well and that our, for lack of a better word, scandal hasn’t caused you too much grief. I know being in the public eye can be a less than pleasant experience.

RP: Oh, Darkness, I’m so sorry. This is likely so out of the blue. Your manager gave me your number so that personally invite you over. There’s something important I want to discuss with you in person.

RP: This is Kris Dreemurr, yes?

A million thoughts raced through their mind.

Most of it was some variation of ‘holy shit.’ Other parts were worried that the ‘important thing’ was actually negative. Maybe Noelle was right, and he wanted to sue them for oral… what was the word? Defamation? Yeah, that sounded right. He wanted to sue, and this was a polite way to warn them. And between all their silent freaking out, a stray thought was spent wanting to clown on Ralsei. Why did he write so formally in a text message? Like, come on.

They wouldn’t be surprised if he knew how to use a semicolon. Because he’s Ralsei Prince, a famous actor who appeared on magazine covers and red carpets. Who had undoubtedly gone to private schools and probably drank tea with the Queen. He’d texted them—them—wanting to talk about something. Ralsei Prince. HOLY SHIT!

Clutching their phone and smiling down at it like an idiot, another stray thought hit them like a steel bat. They needed to respond to him. But how? And on a dime, ‘holy shit’ became ‘oh, fuck’.

Shooting to their feet without a second thought, they almost tripped and broke their neck as they careened out of the closet. Letting out a hiss as they smacked their head on the door before managing to open it. Spilling out onto their fake wooden floors in a heap. Then, pushing themself onto two hands, they called out, “Susie, help!”

Groaning, the large lump in their shared bed only moved to curl in on herself. “Whatever’s happening on Twitter, leave me out of it.”

“It’s not Twitter.” They said as they got to their feet. Dashing over to their bed, they climbed over the lump and shoved their phone into her face. Glaring at the artificial light, she tried to bat their hand away, but they were persistent. “Look, look, looklooklook. Suz, please, it’s an emergency.”

She let out a guttural groan. “Ugh, this better be good.” Giving in, she grabbed their wrist to still their shaking hand long enough to read the screen. It wasn’t long before she shot up, the movement forcing Kris’ body to fall to the wayside of their bed while their wrist was still stuck in Susie’s grasp. Her jaw dropped, “Holy shit.”

“That’s what I said!”

“What the fuck?”

“I know!”

“What are you gonna do?” She asked, still staring down at the screen. Only to look up and narrow her eyes when they crinkled up their face and shrugged. “What do you mean you don’t know? One of the most famous monsters alive wants to tell you something important, and you don’t know what to say?”

“Of course not. I barely know what to say to a waiter. ’s why I came to ask you.”

“Dude, just text ’em back.”

Like they hadn’t thought of that. Rolling their eyes, Kris snatched their phone back and said, “Oh, it’s that easy, is it? Have you texted Noelle?”

Lifting her chin, she grinned, smug as ever. “I have.”

“You have?” They asked, with a slight smile, their woes temporarily forgotten.

“Yeah,” Susie said as she ducked her head, letting her bangs fall into her face. If she hadn’t, they knew they would’ve found that they had a front-row seat to a Susie Blush Fest. “We’re gettin’ fro-yo after our last classes on Monday.”

“Nice.” They nodded, raising up a hand to which Susie immediately high-fived them. But as soon as the rush of two friends finally coming together after years of pinning faded, they were left with their own problems. In a quiet voice, they asked, “What do I even say?”

“Here, give it back, jackass.”

Curled up on their bed, the two of them draft what they both agree is an appropriate text to send in reply. It took a tad longer than it should’ve, but they had to convince Susie not to add swear words and slang, to be fair. Which was hard because they, too, wanted to add them in. Since when were they the reasonable one. Ugh.

KD: Hey Ralsei. Long time no see. Yeah, it’s Kris don’t worry your horns you’ve got the right number. though I think I need to have a convo with my manager about giving my number out to strange men. 😏

Kris almost immediately regretted it the moment they sent it. The emoji was too much, too cringy. ‘Long time, no see,’ they’re texting, for crying out loud! How do you delete a text? How do you delete a text?

But in a manner of milliseconds, it didn’t matter. Their phone beeped as Ralsei responded before they could take anything back.

RP: Strange men? How strange could I be if I’ve seen you drunk and in your unmentionables? I’m afraid to ask precisely how intimate you are with your friends.

A loud, sharp laugh came from behind them as Susie settled her chin on their shoulder. “He’s got no idea.”

Throwing a glare at her, their thumbs flew across their phone’s keyboard. Okay, snark they could deal with.

KD: So has half the internet. you’re not special

“Nice.”

“Amazing play-by-play commentary from Susanna Drach.”

“Call me that again and I’ll chew your face off.”

Their phone dinged again, pulling both of their attention back.

RP: Well, then, to be fair to your manager, you gave this strange man your address weeks ago. Your phone number is, instead, a step-down.

KD: a self-doxxing. you hate to see it

RP: 😂😂 You truly do.

A smile wormed its way onto their lips as warmth filled their chest. Was it cringy to hope that they’d actually made him laugh? Probably. Forcing their face back to something more neutral, they went back to typing.

For a while, the two of them chatted back and forth. With Susie hovering over their shoulder and making little remarks along the way. Though at some point, even she got bored of them and went off in search of her late morning coffee. They’d hardly paid her any mind. Too wrapped up in texting Ralsei to care, forgetting that they’d only talked to him once, weeks ago. Forgetting that he’d been bumping elbows with LA’s elite for his whole life, that they’d watched him on TV religiously. He was just another friend.

Ding.

RP: That reminds me. Would you be available to meet my manager and I with your representative for lunch?

Oh, right.

The something important he’d been talking about in the beginning, they’d almost forgotten.

RP: All good things, don’t worry.

RP: Actually, if you agree to my proposal, it could end up being quite lucrative for you in the long run. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

RP: I know this is such short notice, but for my proposition, it’d be best to strike when the iron’s hot, you know?

“Why?” Kris asked out loud, under their breath.

Why in the world would he want anything to do with them?

Sure, they’d kind of bonded over nostalgic muffin recipes, but surely that wasn’t enough to endear them to him. And if their comment sections were anything to go by, quite a few of Ralsei’s followers think he should steer clear from them. And Kris couldn’t blame them. Getting caught with them again would ruin his charming, perfect boy image.

Think of all the rumours!

There was no way people wouldn’t think something was going on between the two of them. What could he get out of any kind of proposal that involved Kris? Was this his manager’s idea? To capitalize on all the buzz surrounding the two of them? If it was… They should decline. Save Ralsei the trouble of interacting with them when he really didn’t want to. Imagining those kind eyes of his filled with discomfort made their skin itch.

On the other hand, they did want to see him again.

Memories of them bantering back and forth replaying in their mind. And that opportunity, he said it’d be lucrative for them. What could that mean?

Perhaps he’d listened to their music and was a fan. Didn’t seem like the synthwavey type, but stranger things had happened. Maybe they’d actually done what they’d set out to do at that house party on that fateful night. The impossible, really. Charmed someone influential enough that they and their music had been “discovered.” Plucked out of obscurity and placed in the limelight. If that’s the case, they might not get another chance like this for years. Maybe ever.

RP: I’m baking cupcakes too!

And he’s baking cupcakes.

That had to count for something, right?

Taking a deep breath, they finally replied to Ralsei.

KD: sounds good I’ll be there

There was a beat, a moment of silence and stillness as they held their phone tight. Waiting for his response.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Until—

RP: Perfect!!!!

Like a popped balloon, they let out a happy, content sigh as they deflated, letting themself sink into their mattress. Staring up at their ceiling with a dumb smile on their face. This is it. This is it!

Ding!

RP: Your manager should have the address, but you’ll be meeting me at my beach house near Santa Barbara. It’s just off of the highway on Serenity Way.

KD: beach house?? not an office?

RP: No paparazzi or excited fans in sight. So, it won’t be evident that we’re having a meeting with each other.

Fair enough. Angel above, was that something they had to think about now?

RP: It's crucial that this meeting stays between us, don't want anybody catching wind of our plans. Still in, Kris?

Their whole body stiffened. Susie’s presence became ever more apparent.

Glancing over, they watched as she leaned over the kitchen counter, coffee in hand, reading a stack of stapled papers. Pre-service firefighter college course paperwork, no doubt. She’d been distracted for a while now, but if they left, she’d know that they’d gone to see Ralsei. Best friends didn’t count, right? It’s like when their mother used to tell their dad gossip and told him to tell no one about it. He still told Uncle Rudy because best friends don’t count as “no ones.” Everybody knew that.

Okay, okay, fine. But that meant that they’d have to lie. To their best friend. The thought of it made their stomach twist. Susie knew they would meet up with Ralsei, but she didn’t have to know why. They’d just have to keep that part secret until Ralsei gave them the okay to spill. Hopefully, that’ll be after whichever deal they struck in a few hours.

KD: 🤐🤐

KD: see you there

RP: See you soon!

This is it then, no takebacks. After thinking that their last encounter would be their only one, in a few short hours, they’d be meeting up with Ralsei. At his beach house. Near Santa Barbara. That’s… that’s pretty far away. Serenity Way, he said?

Where is that anyway?

A quick Google search answered that question. It was a forested road in the small beach town of Bloomsea on one of California’s peninsulas. And it was two and a half hours away. Damn, they needed to find a ride quick.

In the next moment, their phone came alive, ringing and vibrating in their hand. And even without the caller ID, they had a sneaking suspicion about who was on the other end.

Answering it, they held it up to their ear and forewent any proper greeting. Instead, they asked, “Uncle Wing Dings, do you know you have scary good timing?”

“Do I?” Uncle Wing answered, his smooth voice as unrushed as ever. “Hmm, never noticed.”

“Right.” They said, drawing out the lone vowel as their eyes squinted at their phone. Sure, he had no clue! The wry smile they could hear in his voice was a trick of the phone, no precognition here. Shaking their head, they asked, “I’m gonna guess you know about the,” but stopped themself. Sneaking a glance at Susie before lowering their voice. “—The thing.”

Uncle Wing chuckled. “Of course, I’m aware the thing, young one, I helped set it up.”

“Great. How soon do you think you can be here?” San Diego was pretty far from LA. It was also as far as Asriel and Dess could get from Hometown while staying on the west coast. But never mind that.

“Don’t worry, Kris, we’ve been on the road for hours now.” He soothed. “I was just calling to inform you that we’ll be at your abode in about a half. No time at all.”

Right, that was no time at all.

Shit.

“Yeah, uh, see you then.” They said, barely waiting for an answering goodbye from their Angelfather before ending the call. Leaping up from their bed, they raced back to the closet. Flicking on the overhead lightbulb

What were they supposed to wear to a life-changing meeting? A suit? A nice dress? Angel damn it all, they’re pretty sure they had neither of those things in here. But, then again, they also didn’t want to feel like too much of a try-hard. They’d rather die than look like some kind of keener.

Okay, okay, okay, next best thing. What would they wear on a date? They’ve never been on one, but surely they had something acceptable. Urgh, they couldn’t even raid Susie’s half of the closet for anything like they usually did. This is the one instance where ill-fitting clothes wouldn’t fix all of their fashion sufferings.

“What’s wrong now?” Susie asked from her spot in the kitchen. Having moved on to misting all the house plants Kris’ father had gifted them.

“Nothing.” They muttered. Stepping over their left behind music stuff to flip through their hanging clothes. Nope, nope, no way, not if they didn’t want to look like a scene kid. Those days were long gone. Groaning as they passed by their fifth neon striped t-shirt, not that far gone, apparently. “Everything.”

Leaning against the door frame, plant spritzer in hand, she asked, “What did Princey want anyways?”

Uhhhhhh, they wracked their brain for a lie. “He wants to see me. To hang out, I think. Don’t know. Celebrities, so cryptic.”

Crossing her arms, she made no attempt to hide her doubt as she asked, “Ralsei Prince texted you to ask you to ‘hang out’?”

“Yeah, something about—” Come on, brain, think! “—Muffins—” Seriously? “—And my binder. Forgot it at his place.” That’ll work.

“The muffins or your binder?”

“Binder.”

“What cha’ freaking out about then?”

Lying is such a pain in the ass. Letting out a heavy sigh, they went back to rifling through their clothes. Crossing their fingers that a perfect outfit would pop out and sock them in the head. “Don’t know what to wear. I don’t want to look—”

“Like shit.”

“Unprofessional. But yeah, that too.” They’d never admit it, but their voice had a wobble in it as they said, “This could be it, Suz.”

From behind them, she sighed. They couldn’t blame her for not freaking out about this like they were. She’s never entirely wrapped her head around the fact that they wanted to be a famous musician. Stardom just wasn’t something she cared all that much about. Even when they’d gone to that fateful TikToker party, she’d hadn’t gone fawn over people who were TikTok famous. Instead, she’d gone to support them. Which, in hindsight, she did a pretty shit job at. But, eh, hardly mattered now.

Either way, she cared very little about what everything they’d been wrapped up in the past few weeks meant. The possibility of ‘making it.’ And yet…

“Well, if this is it,” Susie began, uncrossing her arms and placing her fists on her hips. Shrugging, she asked, “Don’t you still have those suspender pants from when we were mobsters that one Halloween?”

The black ones with the pinstripes, high waist, and wide legs? Falling to their knees, they went straight for their suitcases. Rummaging through them until eureka! Yes, they did! And like a proud parent, they held the pair of pants up for Susie to gaze upon.

Shaking her head, she pulled all of her shaggy brown locks up into a ponytail. Cracking her knuckles, she pushed them aside, making room for her large frame in the tiny closet. “Let’s see what we can do with that.”

Against all odds, they managed to put not only their heads together but a banger of an outfit too. If they did say so themself. Pairing the pinstripes with a sleeveless white button-down, a deep green tie and a pair of silver combat boots. Achieving their “Not Trying Too Hard” business look by tucking a pant leg into a boot, loosening their tie, and leaving their bedhead alone.

And just in time for their phone to buzz with a message from Uncle Wing Dings. He was ready and waiting in front of their apartment building. Whew, now or never.

Shoving their phone, key and wallet into their pockets and sunglasses onto their face, they rush to the front door. Pausing, they looked back at their best friend and asked, “Wish me luck?”

Grinning wide, baring all her sharp teeth, she raised her coffee cup and said, “Go get that it, Kris. Good luck.”

Smiling, they gave her a nod before heading out the door more determined than ever.

Booking it across the courtyard and through the front gates, they found their Uncle waiting in his car. The same teal green Ford Taurus that they’d always remembered him pulling up in whenever he visited. As rare of an occasion as it was.

“Hey, Uncle Wing Dings.” They said, Throwing the car door open and hopping into the passenger seat. It was only a matter of time and distance now. The words ‘ready to rock it’ balanced on the tip of their tongue as they turned to properly greet their Uncle. Only for a movement in the backseat to draw their attention instead. And when they found a human slouching back there on their phone, they let out a yelp. Their heart raced with anger and a tinge of fear. “Who the hell are you?”

“Who’s askin’?” The Human said, their voice curt and slick and head bowed down, chocolate brown hair falling in front of their face. All of their focus was on their phone until they glanced up from it for a split second. Doing a double-take when they caught sight of Kris’ face. Which allowed Kris to see theirs. Lean, pale and rosy-cheeked despite them being in their early to mid-twenties. But that wasn’t what made Kris gasp. Their eyes looked back at them. They’d never met another Human who shared their rare eye colour. This Human, though, didn’t have the same wonder in their eyes. No, only recognition. Sitting up from their slouch, they grinned. “Oh, wait. You’re Azzy’s little sib, yes?”

Azzy? Who did this Human think they were? Jutting their chin out, they sneered back, “Who’s askin’?”

“Settle down now, Kris. We’re all friends here.” Uncle Wing Dings said, placing a skeletal hand on Kris’ shoulder. Pulling them back from their war footing. “This is Chara Mylonas, one of my students. Say hello, Chara.”

“Hello, Chara.” They echoed with a teasing smile at their Uncle before turning back to them. “Don’t worry, kid. I’m only hitchin’ a ride for a little while longer.”

“Why?” Kris asked, still not entirely convinced.

“Parents want me back in Ojai for my cousin’s nuptials,” Chara said, gesturing to their shabby suit with lazy confidence before it faltered. Looking up and to the left, they murmured more to themself than anything, “Or was it my Great Uncle’s funeral?” They shrugged, lidded eyes closing for a moment. “Eh, either way, my presence is required and they pay most of my bills so.”

Oh, they felt that one.

Alright, fine, one final question. Narrowing their eyes, they asked, “How do you know my brother?”

“Dormmates who recently upgraded to roommates.” They answered with ease. Yes, this is ringing a bell in the back of their mind. They knew this, didn’t they? Probably blocked it out, as they did with most things related to Humans. It couldn’t block out how Chara’s porcelain face softened a touch as they said, “Talks about you all the time.”, though.

Okay, this Human could stay. Settling back, face forward in their seat, they fidgeted. Peeking up at the rearview mirror, they caught Chara’s eye. “Did he ever tell you about the time our Dad made him cry over eggs the day after his birthday?”

“Oh, yes, I remember that.” Uncle Wing Dings said wistfully. “That was the one with—”

“Shh, no spoilers!” Chara said. Pressing a hand to their Uncle’s cracked mouth before looking back at Kris with devilishness in their eyes. “Tell me everything.”

As they made their way down the Ventura freeway, the three of them had a fun time trading embarrassing Asriel stories. Kris was almost sad when they finally dropped Chara off in Ojai just over an hour into their drive. Driving down a quiet road before pulling up next to a suburban ranch house. Sports equipment piled on the lawn along with a lofty, leaning tree with an old tire swing. It was all exceedingly average in a way that made them a little homesick.

“By the way,” Chara began as they hopped out of the car. Closing it behind them, they made their way to Kris’ open window. Running a hand through their short waves, they caught Kris’ eye. “Azzy made me listen to your music. On TikTok?” Oh, Angel, he. Did. Not. Curling in on themself, Kris nodded shyly. Chara nodded back. “It’s good.”

Bumping their fist with them before waving goodbye to Uncle Wing Dings, Chara sauntered off into their house. Looking like they hadn’t a care in the world. Angel above, they wanted to be like them when they grew up.

“Well?” Uncle Wing Dings asked, his non-existent brow rising as a smirk spread across his boney face.

Slouching in their seat, they shrugged. “Seemed cool.”

He smiled. “Indeed.”

Soon enough, they and Uncle Wing Dings were back on the road, headed toward Kris’ future. Windows down, air rushing through their hair, they asked, “Do you know what Ralsei’s offer is?”

“Yes, it’s an interesting one.” He said with a hum, tapping the tips of his phalanges on the weathered steering wheel.

“What is it?”

“It’s not mine to offer. You’ll know soon enough.”

Excuse—is this guy serious? Soon enough? The absolute bastard. “His to off—just, just tell me.”

Keeping his eyes on the road, he primly sniffed. Shaking his head, he said, “All I’ll say is that he’s offering you a… partnership of sorts.”

Partnership? Huh.

Before long, they turned off of the 101 and onto a rough road, leading them deep into a dense grove. Dozens of trees lined the winding trail leading them away from civilization. But after driving for a stretch without seeing any other cars or houses, Kris’ stomach started to twist. It was getting closer and closer to lunchtime, and it didn’t look like they were on the right path.

“We’re lost.” They said, their voice deadpan as could be. If only to offset their growing worry.

Uncle Wing Dings scoffed. “We are not lost, Kris.”

“Really because I don’t see a beach house. Don’t even see the fucking sea.”

“I have twelve doctorates, young one. Have a little more faith.”

“Is one of them in navigation?”

There was a long and loud silence in the car.

One that meant a lot more than any combination of words any person would string together. And for the first time in their life, they witnessed their Uncle’s perpetual calm begin to wear thin.

Jaw tight and eye sockets narrowed so thin they could barely see his eye lights, he turned to them and hissed, “You know what, you little shit?”

But before he could get any further, the thick foliage parted to reveal a lone house sitting on the edge of a cliff. Standing tall and somewhat thin, every inch of exterior panelling was brilliant emerald green. Except for the porch, balcony, and window frames painted a pure, dove white. And at the very top of the building, planted on the view tower, was a jet black flag billowing in the light breeze.

As Uncle Wing Dings’ car came to a stop in the driveway, he turned it off and said, “See not lost. We’re exactly where we need to be, exactly when we need to. Are you ready, Kris?”

They had to be. It was far too late to turn back.

By the time they got back into this car, they’d be a different person. Who exactly, they have no idea. But, whatever deal Ralsei has in mind would be life-changing, for better or worse. Putting their game face on, they nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of them exited the car almost in sync. The only difference was that Kris had taken a second to get a good look at their Angelfather. Reed thin, tall to always have to duck through doors and dressed in a lab coat over an all-black suit, he exuded intelligence and poise. And then there was them.

A solid five-five, maybe five-six if they didn’t slouch. Putting off major cagey vibes as they adjusted the lay of their clothes again and again. Doing it dozens of times in the span of them reaching the beach house’s front porch. How did he look that good so effortlessly? They needed to look like they were taking this seriously. They needed to project confidence. Or else Ralsei would think they’re a fuck-up. He would think—

Just as Uncle Wing Dings held up a fist to knock on the front door, it slammed open. Causing both of them to jump back as smoke poured out. And from all the grey clouds, so came Ralsei. Dressed in an overall dress embroidered with strawberries and a frilly apron covered in a red substance.

“Welcome!” Ralsei said, a crazed smile on his snout and his green glasses askew. “I’m so happy you could make it. Apologies for the—” He coughed into his arm before trying to fruitlessly fan the haze away. “—For the smoke.”

Right.

How had they forgotten that Ralsei was as much of a mess as they were?

Smirking, they tucked their hands into their pockets. “Why is it that whenever we meet, you’re always in a baking crisis?”

“Ha! No, I’m not in a crisis, my Uncle is.” He said, gesturing behind him with an awkward laugh. “He insisted we bake a second batch of the jam-filled cupcakes I made for our meeting and then doubly insisted that he had the whole thing covered.”

“I did not insist!” A posh voice called out from inside.

To which Ralsei turned to look over his shoulder and firmly retort, “You insisted!”

“In what worlde did it seem like I hadeth demanded to be put-est in charge of the disaster that is thine kitchen?” Came his Uncle’s voice once more.

With the annoyance of every teenager to ever live, Ralsei rolled his eyes hard. “The same one where you pressed me that it’d be too much of a hassle to make them after our guests left!”

“I have no recollection of such event.”

“I should replace you with a goldfish,” Ralsei muttered under his breath.

“What was that, dearest nephew?”

“Should replace you with a goldfish then!” He yelled back, forgetting that Kris and their Angelfather were even there. Trying to bring him back, Uncle Wing Dings cleared his throat. Catching Ralsei’s attention once more and causing him to look mortified. All of the sharp edges he’d let slip were sanded back down in an instant. Too bad. They were enjoying seeing him all prickly for once. Bowing slightly, he said, “So sorry. Please, come in.”

Much like the Holiday’s beach house, the interior’s vibes oozed beachiness. But it felt a whole lot cozier than the elegant, modern furniture had allowed the Holidays’ to feel. Pale vertical panelling, almost everything was either a shade of blue-ish green or white, kitschy beach items filled space. Fake starfishes, seashells everywhere, a surfboard in the living room’s corner. Even a pirate flag from one of the walls. It was cute and tacky at the same time.

Following behind, Ralsei took them through the house, past the messy kitchen and into the living room. Seating them at a comfy L-shaped couch filled with throw pillows. Hmm, they’re sensing a trend here.

“Please, sit.” He said, gesturing to one side of the couch. And once they were both seated, he folded his hands behind his back. “Would you care for a drink, Dr. Gaster?”

“A cup of tea would be lovely, Mr. Prince.” Uncle Wing Dings said, placing a hand on his chest and bending forward a bit in gratitude. Shifting his gaze, he asked, “Kris?”

“Tea’s fine.”

“Perfect, I’ll only be a moment,” Ralsei said with a chirp before rushing off to the kitchen like a spooked bunny. Hushed voices and clinking ceramic began to sound out, bringing a smile to Kris’ face.

“This is a lot more casual than I thought it would be.” They said, bringing their own voice down to a hush as they picked up a blue octopus-shaped pillow.

Uncle Wing Dings raised a brow. “What were you expecting? He invited us to a beach house?”

“Yeah, yeah, smartypants. I thought,” Holding the octopus close, they sighed. Shaking their head. “I don’t know.”

Thin, boney fingers brushed a few locks behind their ear before shifting downwards to lift their chin. “Everything will go fine, young one. Just relax. Enjoy the tea.” Uncle Wing Dings said, his point followed by a clink as Ralsei set a tea tray on the coffee table. “Good job in on you for not interrogating how Mr. Prince’s manager speaks, by the way. I had a bit of trouble myself.”

What? Wait. Was Raslei’s manager his Uncle? Wait, how had he talked? They honestly hadn’t been listening all that well. How weirdly could someone speak that it’d be impressive not to question it? They’d have to see.

The rest was easier said than done, but they did try. Stilling their shaky hand the best they could as they took the only chipped teacup from the tray. Thanking Ralsei for it before bringing it up to their nose to inhale the herbal scent before taking a sip. Lemongrass. Not their go-to, but still delicious. By the time they’d finished savouring a few drinks, Ralsei and his Uncle (Who they guessed was also his manager?) had sat down at the opposite end of the couch. An odd pair, but then again, so were them and their Uncle.

“Enjoying the tea?” Ralsei asked, picking up his own cup. Both they and their Uncle nodded. “Good, good.”

“Many, many thanks to thoust two for meeting with mine dearest nephew and I on such short notice. We doth have a plenty to discussest.” Mr. Kaard said with not a hint of irony or humour.

Oh. Oh, Angel.

Uncle Wing Dings wasn’t kidding. Why the fuck does he talk like that? Thank the Heavens above that they naturally had a poker face because… What? Making eye contact with Ralsei, they searched for an answer to what the fuck was going on. All he had in reply was a tiny shake of his head.

So he just talks like this?

Everyday?

Had he been talking like that this whole time?

They’d like to repeat. What?

Subtly jabbing a scrawny elbow into their side as a warning, Uncle Wing Dings said, “Thank you for expressing interest in Kris’ career, Mr. Kaard.”

Okay, their career, right, just focus on that. This is it, remember? They couldn’t get hung up on Ralsei’s Uncle’s odd word choice. Even though—nope. Don’t question it. Sitting up straight, they squeezed their hands together in their lap. “I would like to know, though, umm, why the sudden interest.”

“Well, thoust see,” Mr. Kaard began. Gesticulating flamboyantly with his teacup but somehow not spilling a single drop. “Recently it has cometh to ourst attentions that a role that he so desperately wants to get mighteth be out of his reach becauseth of his public reception.”

“Boy Next Door not working for you anymore?” They asked Ralsei with a teasing tone because that whole situation sounded so far-fetched. A role out of his reach? Really? Did they know that they had Ralsei Prince vying for it?

“No, not really,” Ralsei answered, adjusting his glasses as his cheeks pinked a tad. Taking a sip of his tea, he was able to tamp down the blooming blush as he cleared his throat and went on. “It’s also come up that you’re considering a career in the music industry. And for you to have a chance at that dream you need eyes on you. A lot of them.”

Wrapping a long arm around Ralsei’s shoulders, Mr. Kaard gave him a squeeze. “Luckily for thou, my dear nephew haseth an abundance of those on him already wouldst be-est glad to share with thou.”

“That would be quite the mutually beneficial arrangement.” Uncle Wing Dings said, slowly stirring his cup of tea. “But I suspect that Kris has a few queries? Hmm?”

They did. Placing their cup on its saucer on the table, they leaned forward onto their knees and asked, “What’s the catch? You mentioned a role that’s different from your usual persona. Are you playing a bad boy or something and need advice?”

“No. I, uh,” Ralsei said, moving to curl into himself before stopping and squaring his shoulders instead. “I want to play the lead in an up-and-coming romantic comedy show.”

Heat filled their cheeks. Oh, fuck. Does Ralsei think that they’re some kind of Casanova? What could’ve possibly given him that idea? Was it the finger guns in their not-an-apology apology video? Susie had said that they were gonna get in trouble one day for their flirty quirks. Rubbing their arm, they said, “I’m not sure I’d be much help in that regard. Not exactly a romance aficionado or anything.”

Ralsei giggled into his paw as Mr. Kaard, and their Uncle chuckled into their teacups. Shaking his head, Ralsei said, “No, no, that’s not what I meant either. I,” He paused, closing his eyes and taking a deep, steady breath. “I need you to date me for a little while.”

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Kris was speechless.

Literally.

They went mute.

Unable to force a single syllable out of their mouth as Ralsei proceeded to get more and more flustered. He needed him to… what? Date him? Did they hear that right? No, they couldn’t have. But, but, but. They whipped their head around to look up at their Angelfather. Eyes wide and desperate as they pleaded for some guidance.

“Mr. Prince, would you like the opportunity to rephrase your offer?” Uncle Wing Dings said, his grip on his teacup tightening. And when no response came, he added, “Post haste.”

“Nephew!” Mr. Kaard said, jostling him out of whatever flustered stupor he was in.

Gulping down what they guessed was his worries, Ralsei said, “Yes, I would. I’m sorry, that didn’t come out right.” Settling himself, those big, round eyes of his meet theirs. So many emotions swirled in them, too many to list. “I don’t need you to date me, Kris. I only need for it to seem like I’m dating you for a while. We don’t actually have to do anything behind the scenes. It’d just be for the public.”

Breaking eye contact with him, Kris stared down into their teacup. Their own confused reflection stared back. For the public? So, like, it’d be fake? Is he asking them to fake date him? Did people actually do that? Is this what Uncle Wing Dings meant by a partnership of sorts?

“Alright, how about this.” Uncle Wing Dings piped up once more. Then, gently pulled their teacup out of their hands and placed it back on its sauce before ushering them to their feet. “Why don’t Mr. Kaard and I stay here while Mr. Prince takes my Angelchild somewhere to explain in private?”

“Yes! Nephew, take young Kris up to thine viewing tower.” Mr. Kaard did the same with Ralsei, taking his cup and guiding him upright. Shooing him away with a flick of his hands. “Dr. Gaster and I will doth go over thine contract whilst thou’re gone.”

“Don’t worry,” Their Uncle whispered. “Nothing is set in stone yet, there are just some important things we have to go over in case you decide to sign.”

“This way, Kris,” Ralsei said, untying his apron and laying it on a side table. Then, timid as a mouse, he gestured for them to follow. And they did, up the staircases and through a hatch door, they made their way up to the tower.

It was both big and small at the same time. All of Kris’ family could fit comfortably, the towering Monsters they were, but still, it felt remote. Like they were in a bubble dimension. And the view…

It was breathtaking.

Nothing but the vast, wide ocean. Its powerful waves crashed against the craggy cliffs while a skinny dock with a single boat attached rolled with the swells. Puffy white clouds glided across the neverending blue sky. And with a quick flip of a latch, Ralsei pushed open one of the double windows. Letting the breeze hit them and allowing them to lean over the frame and really take in the atmosphere.

For a while, they stayed there in silence, staring at the horizon. They felt like they were the only two people in the world, standing up there. The sounds of tides mixed with the odd birdsong and rustling leaves, making a soothing symphony.

Speaking of.

Not wanting to break the peace they found themselves in, still staring out at the sea, Kris whispered. “Thought I was here because you liked my music.”

“I do. I do.” Ralsei quietly said back. “Especially you’re rendition of ‘Can You Feel The Love Tonight.’”

“Why?”

“Oh, well, because you have this lovely voice and—”

“No, why me?” Finally, they turned to look at him. Bathed in the midday sun, his pearly fur made him glow. Divine, that’s what he was. The son of two Titans of Hollywood instead of Mount Olympus, but celestial nevertheless. What would a God have to gain by mingling with a mere mortal like them? “You’re you. You could have anyone you want. Why would you want the world to think you’re with me.”

“Heh, you’re vastly overestimating my romance abilities, but thank you anyway.” He said with a crooked smile and a nudge to their shoulder with his own. “But to answer your question, it’s half convenience. As my stylist, Swatch said, the public is already primed to believe that we’re a couple. A whirlwind romance is what he called our potential coming together. We even have shippers, if you can believe it.”

Shippers? Man, they hadn’t gotten that deep on Twitter yet. Or actually, it was more likely to be on Tumblr, wouldn’t it?

“And the other half?” They asked.

He shrugged, humming a tune. “Well, I like to think it was destiny that brought you to me.”

“Really?” Their eyebrows furrowed as their nose crinkled. Destiny?

“Yes,” He said with a definite nod before looking out into the horizon. “Like the universe knew that we needed each other to become who we’re meant to be.”

“Ralsei, I fell down a hill after pissing in a tree because I couldn’t find a bathroom and then fell into a pond not five minutes after that. I’m not sure that’s destiny.”

“Maybe the universe has a sense of humour.” He said with a giggle.

Oh, no, it definitely did.

They still didn’t like that thought, though. That fate had made their paths cross precisely when they did. Made their skin itch. It was one of the things they didn’t like about the religion they were brought up in. “The Angel had a plan for them all.” Yeah, but what if it was a stupid plan? What if the path they were “meant to walk” was filled with sharp rocks and blanketed in black ice? If everything was meant to be, premeditated by the Angel above, then did that mean that they made every bad thing happen?

Did they look at the name Kris Dreemurr eighteen years ago and decide that their Human mother would give them up? That they’d grow up unintentionally isolated as the only Human around for miles. Did they push Kris’ parents together all those years ago? All the while knowing that they’d planned to slowly chip away at their relationship until it finally cracked into a thousand pieces? Because if they had, well, they’d promised their mother that they’d keep the blasphemy to a minimum.

So, no, they didn’t like the idea of destiny much at all.

Shaking all of those thoughts out of their head, they sighed. “Still, fate or not, I’m still not exactly what you’d call a catch.”

“Neither am I.” Ralsei shot back with a beam and a snort.

Hold on. Did he just? They scoffed. “Shut up.”

“I’m not attractive, Kris.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m not!” He said with not just exasperation but a hint of rage too. Enough that Kris didn’t keep the back and forth going. Taking note of Ralsei’s clenched jaw and fists and his eyes that had turned hard and flinty. Oh. He was serious. But how? With a huff, he answered their silent question. “I’m cute. I’m adorable. I’m precious. And the times I am called something like handsome, it’s in the same way you’d call a four-year-old so handsome. You don’t have to sugar coat it, Kris.”

No, no, no. Sure, Ralsei was all of those things. Of course, he was; he’s wearing the world’s cutest outfit right now. The only thing that’d make it more cutesy would be ribbon bows on his horns and striped socks paired with those lolita shoes. But Boss Monsters don’t wear shoes, so just the bows, really.

But, in their opinion, he was plenty appealing. They’d seen more pictures of him in the past few weeks than they’d had ever before, and they had to say, he could get it. He could get it in the same way Colin Firth could get it as Mr. Darcy. Regal, respectable, and could cut quite the figure in a well-tailored suit. Not to mention his last pride photoshoot where he wore this rainbow corset vest with a long flowy skirt. Took their breath away. And when he sang, oh, Angel above, nothing was hotter than a good singer. They might be biased, though.

Taking ahold of his shoulders, staring him down, they shook Ralsei with every beat of their words. “Ralsei, you. Are. Attractive.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

“You’d call me sexy? A real heartthrob?” He shot back. Okay, well, not to his face. How did he expect them to say that? Out loud? Like a dumbass? But before they could, he wiggled out of their grasp and threw his arms up. “Exactly.”

“No, wait—”

“It’s okay, Kris. I get it. It’s just,” He wrapped his arms around himself, stepping away from them and back to the window to gaze. “I’m fine with it. I don’t need to be a sex symbol or anything. I don’t want to be.”

Standing alone in the center of the tower, they asked, “Who do you wanna be?” There were a few moments where they thought he wouldn’t answer. But he eventually did.

Kind of.

“I need to be the captivating, flawless lead. Practically perfect in every way, like my parents were.” He said, his voice growing thick. Just like it did the last time he spoke of them. “But I don’t—I just don’t know how to be that, right now. That’s why I need you.” Turning around, still holding himself tight, he looked at them with a brittle smile. Eyes glistening. “Until I can figure out how to be that, I need you to help me pretend that I’ve already achieved it. That I’m already the person I’m meant to be.”

What if I think you’re fine the way you are now? They thought, wanting to ask him that but held their tongue. What if I thought the best version of you was the one covered in flour and jam and who wasn’t afraid to bicker and complain? What then?

“Kris, I know I’m asking a lot of you.” He said, pivoting back to face the window. “I completely understand if you want to decline my offer.”

Any sane person would decline. Would walk away from Ralsei and find another way to get their shot at stardom.

“It’s completely insane.” They said. Ralsei’s shoulders drew up, tensing. Waiting for the final blow, for them to reject him with seething contempt. Lucky for him, they hadn’t spent a single day on this Earth with their sanity intact. “But one that I’m going to accept.”

Ralsei whipped his head around, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Are you serious?”

A half-smile playing on their lips, they nodded, a fierce, fiery determination filling their chest. “I’m gonna get you that role.”

His eyes began to glisten and gleam again, but at least this time, Kris knew they were happy tears. Voice unwavering despite the surge of emotions they knew he was feeling, Ralsei answered. “And I’m going to get you a record deal.”

While his words weren’t anything special, they still sent shivers down their spine. This is happening. This is happening! Exhilaration raced through their veins, making them want to vibrate out of this plane of existence.

“Shake on it?” They asked, holding out a hand for Ralsei to take. And he did. Clasping theirs firmly yet still gently and giving them a solid shake. Shaking his back, they said with a grin, “Boyfriend.”

“Enbyfriend.” He answered back.

They scrunched their nose at that title. “We’ll have to workshop that.”

Bubbly and melodious, Ralsei’s laughs filled the tower, and soon after, so did Kris’.

In the end, they were right about one thing about today’s meeting. After pretending to date one of the most famous Monsters in Hollywood, their life would never be the same.

You're back! How was it? Kris said yes, right? They did! Perfect.

From here on out, it's time for the part of the fic everybody's waiting for! CUTE FAKE COUPLE TIMES! Holding hands! Kissing for show! Kissing in private? And spending a whole lot of time keeping stories straight! It'll be a blast. Especially the next chapter, which will center around Ralsei's birthday party. It was supposed to be lowkey, but they do need rumours of his burgeoning relationship with Kris to circulate... So a little more oomph will be required.

Thanks again for reading all the way through and handling my odd posting schedule with grace. I genuinely do appreciate y'all making it this far with me and leaving those lovely comments. See you next week!

Later Days!

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Valentine’s Day of Doom - Invader Zim Event Event *WEEK 2.8 - Unconventional Affection 2.9 - Platonic Love  2.10 - Confessions 2.11 - Obligatory Prom Event 2.12 - AU Appreciation 2.13 - Love Yourself 2.14 - Happy Valentine’s Day™

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It’s Valentine’s Day, time for an obligatory reblog with my compliments to the artist!

A late Vermintine Valentine. Vermintine! Valentide! I don’t know!

A few facts:

Yes, that arrow went through the plate gauntlet. Don’t mess with Kerillian.

I don’t know who would make chocolate, but I assume someone did. Lizardmen? Pirates? Emo elves?

Bretonnia makes the best wine, or so they say. I believe Karl Franz would not stand idly by and let the Reikland’s vineyards fall behind.

I am unclear on whether sisters of Shallya are like nuns or not re:sinful desire.

The word concupiscence is amazing but I’m pretty sure I used it wrong. I mean Saltzpyre used it wrong.

Is it 2524? Is it 2523 still? Is it somehow 2525? I’m not up on my Vermintide End Times timekeeping.

I could not be arsed to properly map the keep, so let’s say they’ve been remodeling.

Why did I do this? I do not know. But now it is done, and this cursed comic is out there, to curse in turn all those who gaze upon it.

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Obligatory Valentine's Day reblog

Sweet Dreams out there ✨✨

Sweet dreams, Captain Bart