#ooc & crack everywhere

[warhammer-fantasy-muses]

TFW you think your city is Skaven-free

[iwozlegit]

|| 🍍• I know…I just know, if I log into The Sims 4 for my annual hyperfixation of “let’s rediscover The Sims™️ again” week…that white-haired sexy horny elf vampire is gonna be in every fucking family in the gallery.

Neil Newbon NOTICE ME <3

[intcrastra]

I crack ship Boothill and Aventurine bc I get a laugh outta Churin constantly sending BH credits via special means to avoid detection with the cringiest gooiest sappiest messages known to man to throw anybody off

And then it gets serious

[agcmbler-archive]

tag dump

[respectlcss]

[ouchiis]

my bath bomb fucking jumpscared me

[busycloudy]

The Love Potion

  • I've wanted to write this for FOREVER but I kept forgetting to💀 

•  ft: Dorm Leaders 

• Tw: Kissing(Not much tbh), and a love potion. 

• Very fluffy fanfic and crack

• The reader is MC and goes by they/them pronouns. The reader is already in a relationship with the dormleaders. 

• They may or may not be ooc 

• Hope ya enjoy!

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 • To your horror Crewel assigned you, Ace, Deuce, and grim to make a love potion. Fun right? Wrong! 

• For whatever reason you had some hope that they wouldn't do anything wrong, so you casually put your drink somewhere near the cauldron, leaving to go get something. 

• Grim accidently knocked over the cauldron, spilling it EVERYWHERE, and what do you know, some got into your drink! 

• "Grim! Why'd you knock over the cauldron!" Ace argued. "It was on accident!" Grim frowned. They started arguing and Deuce was just watching, until you came back and picked up your drink to drink it. 

• "Wait, no, MC!" Deuce tried to stop you from drinking it, but it was to late. Ace and Grim finally stopped arguing and looked over to see a MC with hearts in their eyes. 

• The trio brought you over to Crewel and told him about what had happened. "Are you pups always so stupid?" Crewel frowned. "Professor can you please just tell us if this is going to be permanent?" Ace asked. "Luckily not, but it will last 24 hours" Crewel said. 

• The trio did not want to be stuck with a lovesick MC for 24 hours so they brought you to your lover.

Riddle Rosehearts

"What have you three done this ti- MC!" He rushed over to grab you from Ace and Deuce's arms. "Riddle, has anyone ever told you that you look adorable?" You said. "Cause you do..." You also said, then giving him a peck on the lips. "W-What Mc?" Riddle was beyond confused(and flustered) Sure you guys were in a relationship, but you never were this affectionate in public. "Yeah, um, they kinda drank a love potion..." Ace said. After he said that Deuce, Ace, and Grim ran for their dear lives. "You three get back here!" Riddle didn't chase them though, still holding you in his arms. "MC, why you still hang out with those three is something I'll never understand..." Riddle mumbled while taking you to his room. "Hm, I wonder if there's a cure..." Riddle said as he layed you down on his bed, then starting to walk away, but he felt a tug on his sleeve. "Hm? Yes MC?" He turned around to see you tugging on his sleeve. "C'mon Riddle, just stay with me for a bit" You said with a fake pout. "Oh dear, MC im not so s-" Riddle said. "Please..." You cut him off. "Fine, but only for a bit" He said with a soft smile, going in to the bed with you. You guys ended up cuddling for practically all day. "I might have to thank those three..." You heard him mumble.

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie took you to the lions room after the trio gave you to him and said"Take them to Leona for us!" and ran off. "What a bunch of wimps..." Ruggie said. You two eventually made it to Leona's room to find him... Sleeping(How shocking😲😕) Ruggie just layed you down next to Leona and went his own ways. Leona turned over to see a heart eyed MC. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't delusional. He realized you had drunken a love potion and smirked. "Leona, has anyone told you how amazing you are?" You said. "Nope, just you herbivore" He smiled, wrapping his tail around your waist to bring you closer. As he brought you closer he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "Well you really are" You said, truly lovesick. You just gave this man a full on ego boost and he is bragging about it, love potion or not. You two cuddled the rest of the day, but lets be honest he would cuddle you for a whole day even if you didn't drink a love potion.

Azul Ashengrotto

Let's be honest he probably has a cure, but is he gonna use it? No. He thought you were just absolutely adorable when Ace and Deuce brought you to him, why would he use a cure? He told Floyd and Jade the reason he didn't use the cure was because "They clearly are not in a state to sign a contract and make an agreement with me." We all know that was a lie and he would never make you sign a contract for things like a cure. "Azul why don't you come and cuddle me?" You asked when Azul was doing paperwork. His face turned slightly red. You walked up to behind him and put your arms over his shoulders putting your weight on him. "Please?" You said with a fake pout. He eventually gave in and cuddled you on the couch some. Floyd came across the room and took some pictures to tease Azul about it later on. Sadly Azul eventually had to continue his paperwork.

Kalim Al-Asim

If he had any party's that day, he canceled them all when the Adeuce duo brought you over and said you accidentally drank a love potion. "MC! I'm so happy to see you! They drank a love potion? I'll make sure to care for them!" He said. He is just the sweetest most innocent person ever. "Kalim, has anyone ever mentioned how adorable you are? Because you are so adorable!" You booped him on the nose. He hugged you, cuddled you, kissed you. He did literally anything that was affectionate in some way. You guys were mainly in his room being lovebirds (In the most innocent way possible you dirty minded person). Near the end of the day, you two cuddled in his room to pass time.

Why is this one so short😭

Vil Schoenheit

Vil was casually walking around Pomefiore when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Uh, Vil, we need you to take care of MC..." Deuce awkwardly said. "What have you three potatoes done this time?" Vil crossed his arms. "They kinda...drank a love potion..." Deuce gave a awkward smile. Vil looked over to see you with hearts in your eyes and sighed. Deuce, Ace and Grim then left you with Vil. "Dear, why do you still hangout with those three..." He mumbled. "Vil has anyone told you you're gorgeous" You smiled. "Hm?" Vil might have been a bit taken aback by your sudden sentence. "You truly are the fairest in the land" You continued. "Thank you potato" Vil gave you a soft smile. The two of two walked to his room and hanged out most of the day. You may or may not have smothered him in kisses, which he then gave you a kiss on your cheek and forehead, leaving a lipstick stain. When you look in the mirror the next day you might see a lipstick stain on your neck.

Idia Shroud

Idia was playing video games as always until Ortho came in his room telling Idia you drank a love potion. Idia did not know what to do at that moment. Ortho put you on your boyfriend's bed and left. You kinda just sat there watching him play his video games and do what he normally does. Suddenly you had gotten up and draped your arms on his shoulders which might've startled him some. You put your head on his shoulder, and his hair turned pink. "Uh- Do you need anything MC?" He nervously asked. "Nothing, just wanted to cuddle you" You mumbled. When I tell you his face flushed, his face flushed. His hair could not have been more pink. He continued to do his things and you kinda just stood there behind him relaxing. After a while you had stopped and went to lay in his bed, and he soon joined you.

Malleus Draconia

The trio brought you over to Malleus and the sky may or may not have become a bit cloudy, but it cleared up right after because Malleus thought you were absolutely adorable in this state! "Malleus! MC drank a love potion!" Grim ran in the dorm, Ace and Deuce behind him, carrying you(So dramatic for what?) Malleus didn't expect you to be so affectionate. You sat near him on the couch, but then you layed down and put your head in his lap. "Malleus has anyone ever told you how amazing you are?" You smiled at him. He raised a questioning brow before you continued. "Because you truly are amazing darling" You continued. The sky was definitely a lot sunnier throughout the day to say the least. You guys cuddled near the end of the day, and really just most of the day (Sebek was not happy)

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I finally finished it! This took 10× longer than I thought it would! I don't really know how to write Kalim and Malleus so if their ooc, or any of the dorm leaders are ooc, sorry!

Hope ya enjoyed!

Edit: 940 likes!? Y'all are amazing! Just wanted to say tysm for supporting my writing and I'm currently working on pt 2! It might take some time as I struggle to write certain characters.

Part 2 here

Have a splendid day!

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.3]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(how would some of our NRC students react to this?...)

(includes each house leader +ace and deuce! as requested!<3)

(also includes lots of angst!/mention of blood but not a lot/ angst angst angst angst angst--/not proofread/may be ooc and inconsistent in some places(in both the second part and this part) my apologies!! T-T/mention of book7 overblot/did I mention angst?)

it's been over two weeks now, two weeks in RSA.

so far you've met the headmaster of the school, Ambrose LXIII, with the guidance of Rielle. the headmaster understood your circumstances and talked to you about how he'll try his best to find a way back home for you, and to ease up any of your doubts and concerns he even said he'll promptly ask a student to hand you a report from him of any progress he's made to ensure a safe passage back home for you!

even without having to be an official student or enroll they let you stay in the same dorm as Rielle with your own dorm room as a temporary stay here... and your dorm room was actually nice and well set up! like a hotel room... you were relieved you didn't have to worry about the ceiling cracking and falling on your face for the rest of your nights here.

and to your amazement the headmaster kept his word, unlike Crowley. any report of progress was mostly driven by research but he did mention a lot of Twisted Wonderland's history to connect to any potential gateways back to your world... and this felt way better than whatever Crowley was doing so it was like a breath of fresh air.

finally for the first time ever you've been able to feel like you’re several steps closer to seeing your friends and family back home!... every time you'd think about it you'd get goosebumps of excitement.

during these past few days you've met an enormous amount of friends! most of them being Rielle's while others were outside of the inner social circle but still all of them were friendly or just got along in some way or form, it seemed almost magical. aside from Rielle one of your other closest friends was this boy of green eyes and long, and I mean long blonde hair that usually either dragged behind him or was in a huge braid, he was actually the one who healed your broken arm and wounds with his magical healing powers from his hair! and now you're able to be more active again!

Raps is his name, and he was usually always called upon and under strict supervision by his father whom was a professor there... but you weren't sure if they are related by blood or not since the professor had dark black curls and grey eyes rather than the yellow haired boy's more bright features, but you never really bothered to ask or wonder much. in the end you two got along well and actually had a bit in common! mostly due to the fact that you both can relate to the feeling of being trapped, restrained.

in the end you absolutely loved your temporary stay here so far, you hoped no overblots would ruin your experience... so you never really let your guard down but nonetheless it was relaxing.

we wouldn't be able to say the same for Night Raven College and everyone you left behind though!

Meanwhile in Night Raven College....

it was after classes ended on this cold and grey day when five particular freshmen and a student robot of NRC have been grouping up after school for the past week for one particular reason only...

"where could they be?? we've searched everywhere! the halls, the classrooms, the garden, forest, the shore... it's like they disappeared from thin air!" exclaimed the ace, Ace Trappola to be exact.

"we've looked everywhere Ace, what also irks me is that even Vil has been harsher on the entire dorm since they disappeared." the apple of the group, Epel Felmier, sighed in frustration on the brink of snapping.

"...but could they have been taken, kidnapped?... I'm sure Grim would've heard of any struggle but we haven't even heard from the cat." spoke the wolf of the group, Jack Howl.

"no.. Grim has been avoiding us like the plague and even managed to sneak away from us several times. not sure where he could be hiding now aside from the old ramshackle dorm but-- even yet he always manages to slip through our hands!..." the spade spoke worryingly, Deuce Spade was deeply concerned for your safety and confused over Grim's actions.

"that human!! they've been driving the young master mad! all he's been talking about is where they could be and if they are alright!!... and every time I come back to him it's like the sky and his excellence himself just keeps getting worse and worse!.." the loudest knight of Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, exclaimed loudly with worry for both the prefect and his young master... but more worried about the young master's train of thought with how worse the clouds have been getting with the most terrible rain and thunder when each day goes by.

"my big brother hasn't been sleeping at all.. way worse than when he has his game marathons. he's constantly looking for any digital footprint they could've left or even trying to hack into their location but it always overrides somehow... it always says that the device is dead or nonexistent." the younger of the shroud brothers, Ortho Shroud, is seen stressing over you and his big brother, Idia Shroud. "with the amount of information my big brother has been trying to look through it could possibly even make me short circuit."

the entire group was at a frustrating dead end for any clue of your disappearance aside from all your everyday items being left behind and your last known scent to be in the ramshackle dorm and at the very edge of the sea. other than that no one has much of a clue.

well they have been hearing from students that a ship appeared as quickly as it disappeared in the night/very early morning before anyone was up, and that one rumor caused other different kinds of rumors to spread like wildfire. some say you were abducted by pirates, stolen by mischievous pixies, suddenly teleported back into your world without warning, or even... that you have finally left on your own. everyone acknowledged the rumors but they didn't want to think about the reality, the cold hard truth, that you really could've left.

if only they knew how terrible their house leaders took it too.

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(requested characters)

Ace: the ace, one of the first people you've met. he's always been a funny and childish friend, sometimes he made you laugh and cry of joy from his terrible yet funny jokes and antics while other times said antics would get you in trouble. he didn't want to accept that he could be part of the reason why you're gone, which is why he tried to convince himself and everyone else around that you were taken instead of leaving voluntarily... he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt and heartbreak to accept that you truly left. he loved you, he truly cared for you and your well-being-- he knew he had a hard time to express these feelings but you were his best friend! of course he cared for your health! but... he couldn't handle the fact that maybe just maybe... he wasn't there for you enough to stay with them a little longer.

he could still remember the first day that you were gone, you weren't in any of your classes-- the teachers didn't even call your name when taking attendance anymore. it was utterly bizarre. Grim was still in his classes yet he sat far away from any students that knew you and disappeared after every class ended.. it was as if he was hiding something. and he was, but Ace and Deuce had no idea what it could be aside that they knew it was about you.

in the end, Ace is left heartbroken knowing that he didn't make sure to do enough to help you even when you asked for it from them. he knew that all he and deuce gave you was pure and utter trouble.

and he couldn't accept the fact, so now here he is having his friends look for you when he knew that you were long gone without even saying goodbye.

Deuce: the spade, one of the first people you've met alongside the ace, a passionate yet slow boy with a heart of gold. as much as he cared for you too the way Ace did he knew that even he wasn't helping either. he knew they should've done more or at least what you asked of them. but now you're gone, and just like Ace it seems as if he too is in denial about their part in your disappearance. he truly wants to believe that you didn't leave on your own even if all evidence was starting to slowly point to that possibility.

unlike Ace though, he seemed to be accepting it faster than him. he still followed along with the story that you were taken but he knew that after all the trouble, all the overblots, all your injuries-- he knew you just couldn't handle it anymore. after all it was clearly written on your face the day when you awoke from losing consciousness in the last overblot that you were ready to move on and make proper progress to get home.

he just...truly wishes that at least wherever you are that you are at least taking care of yourself with more helpful and reliable friends by your side, something he knew that he and Ace weren't able to do.

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(your dorm leaders)

Riddle

inside of the dorm with pampered red roses adorning every corner was the queen of hearts of the Heartslabyul dorm completely and utterly tearing his dorm room into shreds in pure red rage. 

Riddle Rosehearts was fuming, heartbroken, and betrayed on so many levels that he hasn't felt in a good while. hearing from Cater and Trey about your disappearance and then hearing from other of his dorm students about the ship that sailed here as quickly as it left in the late hours of the night/very early hours of the morning.

he immediately assumed that you were kidnapped and in danger! he even marched to the headmaster's office to report your disappearance with other dorm leaders!... well actually-- surprisingly they all came at the same time without planning. but in the end when approaching Crowley with this question of 'where is the prefect?', the headmaster was calm, horrifyingly calm, and said a phrase that shook him on many levels with his fellow dorm leaders beside him.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left."

"but they will be coming back to say goodbye before they go back home-- if they find a way back home... right?" spoke the leader of Ignihyde, for the first time out of his room.

"unlikely!" exclaimed the headmaster with a smile.

that one first phrase that headmaster Crowley told them was all that he needed to hear, in the moment of processing what he's heard everything was basically fading away as he also slowly but quickly ran back to his dorm room, in tears.

he was so angry, so furious, so emotional, so... he felt as if his own heart had been grabbed and thrown out of his chest. 'why couldn't you at least say goodbye??' he'd think.

he has never thrown so many books, ripped up so many letters he's written for you from himself that he never dared to send or give, and cut up then stepped on so many bouquets of roses in his room with your name on the tags.

wait...

oh, those roses. 

he stopped dead in his tracks with tears streaming down his face as he pathetically dropped down to his knees at the sight of all the five sad 'bouquets' of fresh red roses he planned to give you, now all had their petals and stems broken, torn, shredded, and crushed.

he then realized he didn't have his gloves on anymore... his palms had small yet prominent holes that were dripping red, red as the roses he destroyed. seems like the roses had thorns. 

ahh..he remembers now... 

those roses were meant just for you. 

Leona:

"what do you mean you still haven't found the herbivore yet?..." spoke the ruthless Kingscholar lion of Savannaclaw in a low yet snarly tone "I doubt they could've swam themselves out of here with waters like the ones this place has anyway. you all are likely not even looking right." he huffed as he closed his eyes with his body on the ground of the botanical garden facing away from the hyena gasping for air due to all the running that he had to do to bring the news to Leona.

Ruggie took a few deep breathes and quick pants before speaking "...we've already got twelve other students including the Ignihyde dorm leader's younger brother and the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore, a robot and a hunter, looking around and no one's found them! Howl already tried to sniff them out and all we came up with was nothing much but just a faint smell of them from the shore." he huffed and panted in exhaustion.

Leona just scoffed "as I mentioned before, you're all still probably not looking in the right places."

Ruggie tried to intercept but knew that even if he did it'd be fruitless and gain nothing from trying to correct Leona, yet he was frustrated too and wanted to know where you could be as well.

but unlike the freshmen at least Ruggie has been starting to accept the possibility that you really have left, forever. Ruggie was about to turn and leave to continue the search and try to sniff out any information from other students until---

"Bucchi." Leona broke the short silence with a throaty command for his attention which he certainly achieved with both of Ruggie's ears poking up to hear his next set of words.

"keep participating in the search for the prefect. If all continues to come up dry, then I'll just have to take this into my own hands."

and this time without trying to speak a single word back he nodded with a quick and stern 'mhm' before scurrying off to help the rest of the students. once the hyena was gone Leona then had his eyes look up through one of the many windows in the garden that are presenting the sky's ever growing storm. oh how much he was longing for you.

he could still remember as if it was yesterday, when Crowley told all of the house leaders the news after they all abruptly showed up at the same time.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home!"

that phrase.. he remembered how taken aback he was.

Leona slammed his fists on the headmaster's table "parted. ways?? as in they left NRC?!" a low growl came from inside his throat as Headmaster Crowley contained his eerily calm smile on his face.

"Sir Kingscholar I must insist you to control your temper." he spoke in his usual annoying and irritating voice "It's what they decided and were set on, end of story."

Leona couldn't remember much else after that blow out since all he did right after that was back away and stayed stuck in his thoughts until finally he just left the room suddenly. He didn't listen to any conversations that happened after that since all he could think was 'why not at least say goodbye?'

he finished recounting the moment before he mumbled to himself "I still have too much to say to you.",

but really he hoped that somehow somewhere you could still hear him. even if you probably left them for good.

Azul:

The sea witch of the Octavinelle dorm was pacing back and forth in every corner across his office in the Mostro Lounge. He's tried his best to squeeze out any information out of any of his dorm students or employees about the prefect with the help of his left and right hand eels ,Jade and Floyd Leech, with Floyd being the most productive yet not catching much information aside from the students he's squeezed the air out of exclaiming about some ship that has left in the midst of the night way pass midnight but too early to be morning. It intrigued all three yet it made our octopus pop a few nerves with how panicky he's been.

when he first heard this rumor it made him run to the headmaster's office with the immense fear that you could've been taken. he could remember his glasses slipping off at every bounce he made with each step of his run. he could remember the moment he opened the door to the headmaster's office along with the sudden appearance of all of his fellow house leaders in the same room..(excluding Malleus as usual) he could still feel the sweat dripping down his face, the crazy and misplaced strands of hair from his usual look, his glasses lopsided, and the scarf of his uniform threatening to fall off his shoulder-- of course he attempted to fix every one of these details on the spot to look somewhat presentable.

yet the answer he got from the headmaster was nothing short of soul-crushing for him. he asked a continuous amounts of questions as to why and how but all were dodged by the headmaster and answered with a short,

"it's just what they decided."

now he's just back into his office now diving head first into his work and school. much to his dismay it only kept him distracted for a temporary amount of time and in the dark of night under his covers all he could think about is you, just you.

he truly wished he could've been a part of your world.

Kalim:

the generous sultan of the Scarabia dorm was sulking in his room with his friend Jamil sitting by his side. Kalim was heartbroken over your disappearance and he remembers how worried sick he was at first. he like many assumed you were kidnapped and he was even waiting for some kind of ransom note to appear and he would've paid full price and more... but when he and other dorm leaders came to talk their concerns all they got was the news that you left voluntarily.

he was one of very few that felt that in their hearts you'd come back. one way or another Kalim felt in his broken heart that you'd appear as suddenly as you disappeared and unlike other dorm leaders he wouldn't put it against you to the slightest. he wouldn't hold grudges or be mad at you if you ever came back, in fact he understood why you'd leave and he was all up for making everything ten times better than before just so you'd never leave him again.

"you have to be realistic here, Kalim. for all we know maybe they found a way home faster than they did here, or they found a place where they don't have to worry about the next overblot or what their next meal will be." Jamil tried to be straightforward and blunt with Kalim, he didn't want him to have hope that you'd come back and then actually never coming back. "we don't know and may never know unless some kind of obvious sign shows that they will actually come back... but just don't keep your hopes up. for your sake." Jamil stood up from the edge of the bed to walk towards the exit of the room "I'll be back, I have to make dinner so you won't go to sleep starving."

With Jamil leaving Kalim then jumped out of his bed to open his window, the sky still not clear of the grey clouds and still not dark enough for the second star of the right to show up but still hoped that his message would still be received by the wishing star.

the platinum blonde boy held his hands together under his lips "please please please please.. please.." Kalim mumbled, wishing with all his heart.

"please, may _____ be safe, sound, and happy... wherever they are.."

Vil:

in the dorm of the fairest queen was the dorm leader watching from up above behind the tallest window of his room. clenching both of the red velvet curtains in his hands as he watched a group of freshman and a robot, including one of his own, group up and talk hectically and stressfully to each other. Vil Schoenheit knew very well why this particular group of students were talking in such an exaggerating manner, after all... with what Rook has told him and what he's heard from various students around the school it was most definitely about you.

as collected and uncaring as he tried to seem right now he could definitely feel worry and a kind of anger bubble up inside him. 

'could you really have left?' he thinks.

remembering what the headmaster said and all the bits of evidence he and Rook have picked up it seemed that it was certainly the case.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left." spoke the headmaster.

you really did leave without saying goodbye.

he couldn't completely blame you, as silent and busy as he was he obviously knew that his and the rest of the overblots and people that surrounded you were bringing you down. it's why he invited you at times for make-overs, spa days, and everything in between to at least brighten up your spirits whenever he could.

"I suppose all of that wasn't enough for you." Vil mumbled to himself as he aggressively thrashed both curtains he held in each hand inward to close off the view of the storm clouds from the sky, to stop those clouds from taunting him any longer.

that and because he couldn't let anyone from out his window see the mascara dripping down his face.

"Roi de Poison?..." his hunter spoke in a calm and hesitant voice, noting that this isn't exactly the time to try to make conversation.

and he was right "Rook!--" Vil seemed to have jumped, immediately yet carefully wiping his mascara-filled tears with a handkerchief on him. "what is so important that you had to come in without knocking??" he exclaimed as he has yet to face his hunter.

"Roi de Posion... there is something your eyes must see to believe." he seemed to take out his phone with an image on his screen.

"Well get on with it then!" Vil exclaimed before he finally turned to face Rook in dramatic motion, eyes still a bit bloodshot even from the few tears he had.

Rook carefully approached Vil, phone in hand, once he took one last look on the screen to make sure it showed what he wanted to show the hunter then finally faced the screen towards his dorm leader with hesitance.

it was a Magicam account, someone's most recent post...from yesterday..

it was Neige.

but.. wait... that person by his side.. it couldn't be--

why were you in Neige's Magicam post?

Idia:

dorm leader of the underworld Ignihyde, has not been sleeping as much as he should be. of course he's never slept well in the first place but it's just been getting worse since the ramshackle prefect has left.

currently Idia Shroud was looking for any digital footprints he could find, trying to track your location, trying to figure out where you could be. in the end it was all for naught since for the past week or two he's found nothing and basically has given up at this point.

he leaned back against his gaming chair and with a sigh of disappointment, he didn't want to accept what Crowley told all of the house leaders in his office. he knew that there's some kind of trace of you out there somewhere, he felt like it was up to him to find the person who bothered to give him the time of day and attention that he'd never thought he'd get.

the light from his screens were causing his eyes to become dry and almost bloodshot, each blink hurting his mind and his focus. that was until a notification came from his phone.

that's strange.. no one ever sends him messages unless it's in game.

he grabbed his phone beside his keyboard to read the message. how odd, it was from the noob Rook Hunt. what would the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore want anything with him? nonetheless Idia was slightly intrigued yet annoyed, he pressed on the notification to lead him straight to the new chat with the hunter, it said:

"Roi de Ta Chambre, I do hope this finds you well. A little bird told me that you too have been wondering about the safety and whereabouts of our beloved missing prefect. I may have the answer to your worries here."

below the message was a link to a Magicam post under the name of Neige Leblanc. he's heard of the name but was never interested in the petty and do-gooder lives of any of the RSA students. he cautiously pressed on the link to show a photo, a photo of said Neige Leblanc posing with a familiar face... a familiar face that he now wished he didn't see.

it was you, you were with an RSA student...

"tch..." Idia grumbled as he threw his phone back on his desk before he stepped back out of his chair and walked over to his bed "why did i even bother."

he fell face first into his bed and hugged one of his long yet soft pillows tightly, tears quietly falling down on their own slowly, he didn't dare make a sound in case Ortho would come barging in. he continued to cry quietly now acknowleging that you truly did leave without a goodbye, and left with RSA students no less, and with how you treated him before you left-- he dreamed that he might've had a chance with you.

but he should've known, dreams are for rookies.

Malleus:

the dragon prince of Diasomnia was a strange case, unlike every one of his fellow dorm leaders he actually knew that you left by ship. where to though he had no clue.

he remembers that he came to visit you at late hours of the night at the ramshackle dorm like he usually does except he saw you sneak out with nothing but Grim on your back. he followed you walking down to the shore to see a large ship awaiting for a passenger and what shook him a bit more was that the headmaster was there beside the ship, expecting... you. Malleus watched in confusion as you gave your beloved fiery feline a huge and long hug and some shared words with the headmaster. he was about to teleport himself right in front of you when he saw you walk up the gangplank of the ship to hop aboard but he stopped himself when he remembered about your cast.

ahh yes, how could he forget. he gave you the broken arm, the cuts and wounds, he gave them all to you when he overblotted. he knew that you said you had a chance of going back home but he didn't think it'd have you to go by ship.. and without saying goodbye.

in the end he just watched you and the ship disappear, watched Grim slowly walk back to ramshackle, and watched the headmaster disappear on the spot.

for the next few days that passed he's been mourning the loss of your presence, he's almost casted spells to take himself to you-- to retrieve you and hide you in a tower with nothing but him to protect you... to right all the wrongs he's made. he'd bring you fresh flowers every day and make sure to keep you healthy and happy, he'd do anything to have you back.

but he should've held back, every other person who's overblot you had to deal with should've held back. the headmaster should've done his job. then maybe just maybe you would've been able to be in his arms that night when you left.

in the end he was the only one who didn't ever visit the headmaster for any information about you. he had no reason after all he saw you leave.

after he gets a grip on himself though, he will confront Headmaster Crowley for any information as to 'why' he let you leave.

right now all he could ask is why... why why??.. the more he felt stuck in his thoughts the more the storm outside worsened. at this point everyone could see how he's feeling, his entourage of three tried their best to comfort him but it was no use. the prince of thorns was stuck sulking, and he didn't know how else to stop unless you were back into his arms.

he's also been taking way too many naps now, strange to his three knights yet he knew he did this because every time in every one of his dreams he had you in his arms and walked beside you. he had you all to himself in his dreams.

he saw that this was a better solution than being awake.

(THIS IS SUPER LONG and I might've messed up here and there T-T hope it broke a few hearts tho! I tried my very best in each one of their reactions!<3)

[kazumiku]

Like Autumn

a kaedehara kazuha smau

— WAS THIS LOVE EVER REAL ?

pairings | kazuha x gn!reader

genre | soulmate au; high school au; crack; a little angst; fluff

synopsis | 18, the official coming of age to any children transitioning into young adults. It is also the time where one starts seeking out for their other half, bound by symbols etched on their skin, until eternity’s ends—a testimony of destiny weaving one’s string to their mate by soul. What ever could transpire if two non-believers find themselves bound together by fates’ eternal rope?

warnings | ooc characters (a lot); offensive jokes; unrealistic; everyone has a pair, so there's gonna be a few rareships; messy progression; super self indulgent; ignore timestamps unless specified!!! more to be tagged

status | ongoing ( 7/11/24 - tba.. )

taglist | open (send ask or reply anywhere)

p.files ↬ my little pony cast, circus freakshow

p.logue ↬ happy birthday! you're old (🍁)

Season one: I hate you

01 → fat ass cake ; 02 → choke on these balls

03 → officially doxxed ; 04→ embarrassing virgins

05 → who is this fine man ; 06 → i dk him (🍁)

07 → r/Relationships ; 08 → soulmates are a joke

09 → you're everywhere ; 10 → 300 mg of fentanyl

Season two: I hate you, I love you

11 → you're fucking cooked ; 12 → tba...

13 → tba... ; 14 → tba... ; 15 → tba...

Season three: I love you

00 → tba... ; 00 → tba... ; 00 → tba...

—everything is subject to change!!!—

main navi!

[winterfromtevinter]

the group lore expands. nug be upon ye.

KLDJFAO;SFJASDOIFASF

[thestrangestthlng]

Thoughts and prayers rants...

So, now that I've had almost 48 hours to marinate on this and cycled through my emotions, I am in a much better headspace to talk on the whole 9-1-1 of it all.

But this bears repeating: We fell in love with Tommy because he made Buck fall in love with Evan.

So, first and foremost, I've decided that canon stopped for me at 8x05. lol. I am going to continue with my BT train like that shit show didn't happen. And for me, for a while, I am going to let the show end there. I will go back, probably after the hiatus, but not how I was. I do love all the characters on this show (some more than others) and I still want to be able to see their journey, but I need a break from that manipulation stunt. I'm still going to share all the positive BT stuff I see and all the beautiful Lou content I see.

Secondly, now that I am over the initial hurt of the breakup, I'm just mad. We were manipulated intentionally with 8x05 for us to feel worse when the break up happened. That was unnecessary. And that was cruel. And I know that a lot of this is because it was the icing on a shit week. Emotions were already raw due to the election and it was reallllllyyyy bad timing for this, but that doesn't make the way they did it okay, just that it can explain why there was such a strong reaction for many of us, on top of the completely justified anger.

Breakups happen, and that's okay. If it was the end of Tommy's time on the show, that's okay. I am a Buck girlie and I always will be. But... the breakup was reductive, stereotypical, and just poor storytelling. I get they want to leave doors open a crack, because you never truly know, but turning him into an OOC stereotypical biphobic gay man is disgusting. You had this beautiful thing and you shat on it. I am going to do another post about my personal relationship with groundbreaking storylines next.

That was a miscommunication. That was a breakup where someone chases after you and is like wtf actually just happened. It felt like whiplash, because that is not how breakups are formulated in media. You know how else you could have written him out of the story?

At the date (and the basketball tickets are actually a really sweet touch when you think about it) Tommy could have told Buck that he got a job offer in another city or state or that his parents are ill and he has to go home to take care of them and asked Buck to go with him. At the apartment, it could have been buck telling him that as much as he could see a future with him, he can't go with him.

Would it have sucked? Yes. But it wouldn't have induced this amount of rage.

For over six months Lou and BTs have been at the receiving amount of a ton of vitriol. And that's not to say that there weren't antagonizers on this side of the fence or that BTs never did anything wrong, but this isn't a both sides bullshit piece. People can suck everywhere, but only one "side" harassed an actor and his family with death threats, he read about the "stoning" calls, used slurs on a regular basis. All of this persisted for months for it to turn out that he was the only one who seemed to give a shit about the story and it's representation. There honestly doesn't seem like there would have been anyone better for it.

You know what's ironic? It was the Buddie's hate and vitriol that pulled me into fandom and made me love Tommy and then Lou. When they would run their mouths, I would look into it and I found a man who genuinely seems like (he is still someone we don't know) a wonderfully kind, sweethearted, genuine man. He looks like a bundle of light and his smile can warm even the coldest hearts. So their vitriol made me a fan. So thanks BoBs.

Buck and Tommy wasn't just about Buck's queerness and definitely not about "wanting to see two white men kiss". It was about our love for Buck. We saw him happier and more fulfilled than he's ever been. We see his life being lived and full of love and stuff and joy.

Again:

We fell in love with Tommy because he made Buck fall in love with Evan.

And you know what, not matter how reductive and all the phobics that breakup was, they can never take that away from us.

[comatosebunny09]

untitled | leon k.

summary: he knows what’s up. no mistaking how you’ve been ogling him since you settled into the merchant’s lair, but it’s always fun to watch you beat around the bush. to watch you struggle to ask for what you crave most, the adrenaline of outrunning ornery villagers bubbling beneath your skin and pooling in the apex of your thighs. genre(s): romance, humor warning(s): dry humping, steaminess, female reader in mind, soft boi leon, oocness now playing: august 10 - khruangbin notes: i don't know where this came from. i think i just wanted to torture myself. thank you for reading anyway!

The shadows cast by the firelight mar your features. He catches sight of it for a split second and there’s no mistaking it. 

That little gleam in your eye when your gazes interlock briefly, though yours skitters away to study some cracks in the concrete floor. 

Amid The Merchant humming something optimistic in the near distance and the idle pop and fizz of the hearth fire, Leon finds his lips quirking. He can’t help himself. Sets his knife and whetstone aside to study you, chin perched on his palm, elbow settled in the pocket of his quad.

It’s cute, really. Endearing, how you think you’re getting away with looking at Leon like that without consequences. 

You’re well beyond the awkwardness of your relationship. No reason to act so shy, like he wouldn’t give you the stars and the moon if you much as hinted at wanting them.

He watches your lips pinch and your lashes tremble when you make a point to look everywhere but at him. Toy with some frayed threads on your cargo pants, pick at your nails, pretend to stretch. Anything to take the heat off you, but he can practically hear the gears in your pretty little head whirring to life like an overheated machine.

He chuckles something low in his chest, crackling like thunder building on the horizon. Sits up, dusting off his thighs, and the smugness he radiates is palpable. 

He scrutinizes you for a beat longer before throwing the bait. 

“Come here,” he husks, patting his lap. 

It’s like clockwork the way you perk up, all doe-eyed and ramrod stiff. Wordlessly, you uncurl yourself from your crouched position on the ground and meander to him. Into open arms, sliding into his lap, wrists instinctively crossing behind his neck. He feels good here. Burns hot through the thickness of his cargo pants, and there’s no masking the power his body houses. 

His hands burn something molten on your hips. He looks up at you with eyes that smolder like the fire behind, slow blinking like a satisfied feline that’s just licked the bone clean. 

“Something on your mind, sunshine?” 

He knows what’s up. No mistaking how you’ve been ogling him since you settled in The Merchant’s lair. But it’s always fun to watch you beat around the bush. Struggle to ask for what you crave most, the adrenaline of outrunning ornery villagers bubbling beneath your skin and pooling in the apex of your thighs.

You sigh, looking skyward in mock thought, tapping your chin. “Nothin’. Just thinkin’ about the impending doom that comes with babysitting, is all.”

Leon snorts, a hand roaming over the notches of your spine to gently curl around the base of your neck. From here, he draws your gaze back to his. Fingers creep into the hair at the base of your skull to assuage the tension in the clench of your jaw. You blink cutely down at him, your mouth slightly ajar.

“You’re a shitty liar, you know that?” he rasps, eyes trained in the swell of your lips. 

He picks up on the slight hitch of your breath. On your pulse beating overtime in your throat where his thumb makes several expeditions over it. He pulls you closer without thinking until his breath fans over your inflamed cheeks. 

You swallow, your lids gradually drooping, and you angle yourself closer before you know what you’re on about. Perch your hands on Leon’s shoulders, shifting to make yourself more comfortable in his lap despite the press of his zipper against you.

“Don’t know what you���re on about, Kennedy.” It’s automatic, the need to avoid the inevitable. To draw out this game of keep-away like the world isn’t falling apart around you outside. But he won’t have any of that, inching in to graze your lips with his. And it’s like you’ve been shocked by electricity, the way you stiffen and forget how to breathe. 

“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs, all hot and low in the depths of his throat. The sound of it curls around you like smoke. Turns your brain into primordial mush, and he’s devastating. 

He brushes your lips together again, humming something feral into the space between. Studies you with eyes all drunken and hazy, and a wandering hand curls around your ass to keep you melded to him. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Leon,” you finally relent. It’s as evident in your voice as it is in his, and he can’t help the little surge of pride that brews in his ribcage.

Suddenly, the heat radiating between your bodies becomes too much, and it’s heady. You find yourself swaying and sighing incoherencies, but he’s there to catch you. Always is as your arms hang loose around his neck, and you arch your back a little so your chests fuse together. 

“I know, baby,” he dotes, pressing a kiss, sweltering and sloppy, on your chin when you tilt your head slightly back. “I know.”

He’s inebriated with it, too. The soft press of your body, the subtle twitch of your hips. You’re his IV drip, his Kryptonite. And damn The Merchant and the mission and Ashley, he thinks as his mouth latches onto the side of your neck, suckling and sampling the salty tang of your skin, enticing the sweetest little keen from betwixt your lips. He feels it pull at something in his belly. Feels it tug at the stitching of his pants, and he finds his hips sluggishly surging off his chair to acquaint themselves with yours. 

He’s doing terribly distracting things with his tongue on your neck, and his hands are eager as they pull at your shirt in his haste to feel you. And he would have his way, have you wide open and keening on his lap if not for the subtle clearing of a throat nearby.

You snatch away from Leon as if burned by the fire, arms winding around your torso to shield yourself. Leon’s all bleary-eyed and pissed, with a growl burbling in his throat. The pair of you stare at The Merchant—though it’s more of a glower in Leon’s case—and it’s almost comical how uncomfortable the old man seems having witnessed something so raw and unfiltered. 

“Sorry for interruptin’. Gear’s good as new,” said Merchant offers with a meek chuckle. “Even threw in a few extras. Free o’ charge.”

And suddenly, Leon wonders how far he could get on his mission if he recklessly decided to murder The Merchant.

[ordowrites]

curses, curses, blessings?

cw: some swearing, Wanderer is referred to as 'Wanderer' in this and sometimes "Hat Guy", some pining, banter, mild flirting, Wanderer being terrible with feelings, this is just crack so there's very little logic behind it, hybrid-ish reader (-ish), gn!reader, minors dni, mdni, SFW, extremely mild but referenced yandere tendencies (possessiveness/obsessiveness, mentions of stalking), user has an Electro Vision, reader is Not the traveler, possible OOC-ness

notes: i hope i didn't make him sound too rude in this fic - i'm still trying to get a taste on how to write him. but enjoy this li'l crack fic while i die in the summer heat~!

summary: in which you encounter an issue and the Wanderer sometimes has issues with keeping is mouth shut.

You were told by your team to not go on your own - to wait until everyone was ready to go but honestly, it was a simple investigation into something strange that had recently appeared. The Traveler was due to arrive in a few days, but you chose to go on ahead to scout and make sure everything was in order.

Unfortunately for you, the Abyss Order had been involved and unfortunately for you, magic went awry and what was supposed to be an easy take down of a Pyro Abyss Magic became something else. Sure, the Abyss Mage was defeated, in the end but at what cost, really?

Your pride, that's what. You could cover the obvious triangular ears on your head but not the tail, so of course you'd hurry through the streets in hopes of nobody stopping you and talking to you. You mostly didn't want any sort of I told you so's from the rest of your team you'd have been working with for this stupid class you're sure you're going to fail anyways.

Relieved that nobody stopped to talk to you - though you're sure you saw Kaveh staring at you - you were able to make it to your destination without too much of an issue. And that's why you're now hunkered down in the library, books scattered everywhere in hopes of finding a way to undo the magic the Abyss Mage casted upon you.

"I didn't know you could read."

Great, your day just got even better. You don't want to look up but you do - the Wanderer, Hat Guy as most people call him, stands there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What do you want?" You ask with a heavy sigh. Engaging with him is difficult and you're already too busy to focus on him. You hear a soft hmph from him and roll your eyes. "I'm busy, Hat Guy."

"What are you reading?" He sounds so irritated with that nickname and you grin to yourself. "I was told to come and fetch you." He finally elaborates, when you refused to answer his question. It sounds like a lie - he often seems to appear when you're in trouble, upset, or just milling about and always has an excuse for it. But that is a thought for another time. "'cause apparently some idiot when to these strange ruins by themself."

"Well that idiot was merely a curious scholar."

He scoffs at your answer. "Now that I've answered your question, answer mine."

"Why are you so interested in what I'm reading? I thought you were allergic to social interactions." You quip back, looking up at him now with a blank expression. "But if you're actually dying to know, I'm just reading up on...abnormal curses."

"Abnormal...curses?"

"Yup." And without a thought, you look back down.

"That's stupid."

"What is?"

"Why are you reading on abnormal curses? What, did you anger some god?"

You heave a sigh. It can't hurt to tell him, right? Or well, show him. If nothing else, the Wanderer simply just lives and let live and he won't laugh at you. With great reluctance, you pull down the hood of your cloak, letting your cute, furry ears pop up. He stares at you with those pretty violet eyes of his, and watch his mouth quirk a bit. A soft snort from him, followed by a soft heh.

"I'll punch you." You threaten, uselessly.

"What happened?" So you recount your little expedition and he listens somewhat politely - clearly struggling to not make fun of you for your appearance, his eyes still on the fluffy ears. When you finish, he has yet to look away. "Hm. Fascinating."

"Any clue to undo it?"

"How would I know? Abyss power is weird and I'm not sure why an Abyss Mage would do this type of curse."

"Me neither." You let out a heavy sigh. "Guess I'll have to wait it out."

"Yeah," Hat Guy says with a nod. "Guess you will." His eyes have not left your ears for even just a moment.

"You hardly stare at Tighnari like this." You mention, after a moment and his face goes red as he looks away. "Aw, do you like them?"

When the Wanderer refuses answer you, you can only heave a sigh and close the thick book shut. It's time to put your mess away and call it quits - you're very surprised, however, when he starts helping you.

He grins when he uses his own Vision to hover in the air, to reach the higher spots and you glare up at him. Show off is what you think as he lands too gracefully on his feet.

You wonder if you should thank him - he's looking like he's expecting something.

"Thanks, I guess." You turn to leave, grabbing your bookbag as you go. "Will keep looking for ways to undo this tomorrow..."

"For what it's worth, I think you look cute like that."

"I'm sorry?" You stop dead in your tracks to turn to look at him. Did you hear him right? Did he compliment you? The Wanderer, who only ever seems to enjoy riling you up? You stare at him.

For a moment, it looks like he's about to backtrack on his words and pretend he did not say anything so kind to you.

"You heard me." Wanderer answers, gruffly as he crosses his arms over his chest. "What're you gonna do about it?" Now it's your turn to blush and you clear your throat as you fumble to find the right words, a snarky comeback, anything but you can't. Not when he's looking directly at you and with more of an earnest look than he has since you two met. "If it were up to me, you'd keep them."

As he's talking, the Wanderer is already walking away. He stops. "You coming or what?"

"Where are we going?"

"Dinner? Geez, how did you get into the Akademiya?"

You shake your head and quietly follow him, mulling over his offhand compliment. Unconsciously, you reach up towards the ears and gingerly touch them.

Maybe they won't be so bad?

[vendetta-ari]

Prizes <3

(Artrick x reader fluff) [Warnings: No use of y/n, fem reader, pre-established relationship, not proofread, typos mayhaps, maybe ooc? word count = 1,950]

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A dim light shines through your cracked open window, you can't help but let out a sigh of exhaustion as you try (and fail) untangle yourself from your two sleepy boyfriends. rubbing your eyes from grogginess, your gaze falls on Art and Patrick, both boys holding onto you with a death grip. Patrick’s hands are tangled under your back with one hand on your thighs, squeezing them every so often. Art grips your waist, his leg wrapped around yours.

Both boys are making it increasingly difficult to get out of bed.

“Get off…” you groan, albeit reluctantly. as much as you love them, you want to get out of bed and shower, preferably without them clinging to you believe it or not.

“mm-mm…”

“noo… ”

After much struggle, you finally got out of bed, freshly cleaned and sipping coffee in your living room. Art sips on a smoothie, flicking through his phone. Patrick just plops down on the couch, peering at what Art is looking at with zero subtlety.

“ya know, there’s a fair in town happening today. we should all go, could be fun.” he mumbles, chewing on his nails with his spare hand as he looks through social media. his nail biting earning a slap on the wrist from Patrick to get him to stop. which he does, thankfully.

“Sounds cool to me, I don't have any plans this summer besides training and hanging out with you two.” Patrick snickers, wrapping his arms around Art and snatching his phone from his palms. the blonde glares back at Patrick, and they look just ready to fight before your voice interrupts.

“Sounds fun, we should go.” you chuckle, followed by a warning glance at your rowdy boyfriends. you swear they act like feral animals at any given opportunity.

Your boys eventually stop their death glares and nonverbal threats, visibly relaxing and smiling brightly at you. Art nuzzles his fluffy blonde hair into Patrick’s shoulder, his back pressed against the brunette’s chest, and resting his legs on your lap.

After much needed cuddles, you three eventually start to get ready. you prance off to your closet, throwing loose clothes and combinations of clothes everywhere. half land on Patrick, and the other half land on the bed. the soft sprinkle of Art taking a shower and humming is faintly heard; even from your shared bedroom. Patrick can't help but let out a bark of laughter.

“As much as I love your panties, babe, I’d prefer you don't throw them at me. what’s got you so indecisive anyway?” he hums, peeling a bra of yours off his face and placing it in his lap.

“Dunno, just don't have any clothes that scream ”summer fair“ ya know?”

“what the fuck does that even mean?”

“..nevermind.”

After many tortuous hours of you asking what Patrick thought of each outfit while Art quickly picked an outfit and got dressed in half the time it took you. You ended up with a tan crop top with red accents and cherry on the chest of the tee, paired with tattered jean shorts and red and white sneakers with white crew cut socks. you slung a messenger bag over your shoulder and hopped on the backseat of Art’s clean car, the exact opposite of Patrick’s.

Art brushed dust off his pink button up shirt and light blue jeans. He swung the driver’s car door open and plopped inside, rolling his sleeves up to his forearms and putting the car into drive. “Hurry up Pat, we’ll leave without you!” Art cocked his head to the side, flashing a cheeky grin at Patrick rushing into the passenger seat of the car with a petulant demeanor.

Patrick shifted in his blue polo and tan cargo shorts, buckling his seatbelt in with a click. “I was pissing, god damn Art- have patience!”

“Well piss faster!” Art sneers, giving Patrick a death glare

“I’ll piss in the fuckin car next time then, smartass!” Patrick huffs, rolling his eyes.

“fuck you!” Art groans

“no, fuck you!” Patrick scoffs, tapping his leg on the floor of the car while pouting.

“can you both just shut up and drive?!” you interrupt

“…yes ma'am” they both bristle through gritted teeth, but Art does pull out of the driveway well Patrick sets up the GPS on his phone, you connect your phone to the car and just sit pretty and play songs the three of you all love and enjoy on the car ride. The ride isn't too long, but it’s enough to calm both Art and Patrick down from their rowdiness, while you and Patrick belt out songs in the car. Art focuses on the road, trying not to facepalm as he glances at the GPS every so often.

The car eventually skids to a stop infront of a big and cleared out park with different stands and attractions you can faintly make out. something about going to a fair with your two immature boyfriends does seem childish in nature, yes. but you cant help but be excited, and you feel the huge giddy grin spread on your face as you step out the car and squint your eyes to see what's to come.

"you look excited." Patrick chuckles, blatantly stating the obvious yet again as he steps out and leans on the car, his forearms snug on the roof of the car to support his weight. Art squints, hopping out the car and putting a hand above the sun to cover the reflection. "how the hell are you guys even seeing that far?"

"do you need glasses, Art? it's literally right infront of you!"

"no-! 'm fine! it's just the sun."

you giggle at the thought of Art with glasses, or maybe even colored contacts. "you would look so fucking adorable with glasses~" you tease, Patrick following suit "oh hell yeah, adorable is an understatement, you'd look cute as hell, Artie~" he snickers, slapping a blushing Art on the back "well, let's not waste any time, I wanna play the shitty rigged games!" Patrick grins boyishly, turning heel and walking towards the ticket booth with a quickened pace. You and Art follow suit, having to jog to catch up to him.

Art snorts, skidding next to Patrick excitedly buying three tickets (definitely not with Art's card) "fuck, I havent seen you this excited in a while. you wanna ride the teacups too, Pat?" he muses playfully, nudging him on the shoulder.

Patrick rolls his eyes, snatching the tickets with his hand and practically crumpling them on the spot. "i would, but you'd probably puke if we did since you're such a little bitch-"

"I am not! and no I wouldnt!!"

you ignore the bickering momentarily admiring the beautiful sights of the bright and flashy fair. a big ferris wheel on the middle of it all, stands and booths with different and very rigged games, vendors with novelties, food trucks, the works. Your feet move before your brain does, taking you to the purple booth with plushies strung up on fishing string, below the booth us a table with glass bottles, a box of rings to the right of them. of course, one of the most rigged and aneurysm-inducing games has the cutest of stuffies on the shelves. it's unfair, really.

Art jogs up to you, Patrick in hand. the grin boyishly, eyes sparkling at this given opportunity to show off and impress you. they may have both won you over, but they're still going to bicker and compete for your affections. of course they are.

"which one ya want, baby?"

"psh- I can win all of em for you, doll."

"no you cannot."

Patrick pouts, glaring at Art with no real bite. stepping up to the booth with overflowing confidence, slamming a few bills on the table and receiving 5 red rings he twirls around his finger. Patrick flashed a charming smile at you and Art, "which one do you both want? I'll win two." he boasts, his confidence is admirable, but his ego Iis 100% gonna take a hit after this.

"I want the bunny.." you coo, looking up at a black and white stuffed bunny dangling above your head.

"I dunno, guess I'll take the little dog over there." Art chuckles under his breath, stuffing one hand in his pocket and another pointing at a stuffed tan dog stuffie flopped on the shelf, it almost reminds you of him.

Patrick scoffs, "lightwork." he beams. tossing one ring out only for it to hit the floor. another, and another, and another, and another. all fail. "...fuck." he grits his teeth, running a hand up and down his face and messing up his curly brunette hair even more than it already was. he slams 5 more dollars on the table, reciving 5 rings again.

"hold on, I got this guys-! that-that was just a warm up, ya know!?"

"fuck."

"ugh.."

"okay, well that- that was atleast somewhat close-!"

"..."

"one more t-try..?"

Patrick has lost you all way too much money, Art is facepalming- but you can't help but feel atleast a little bit bad for him. it is a tad bit funny, though.

"Pat, people are waiting in line. just- let it go, honey." Art groans, taking away Patrick's money privilege and grabbing his shoulders, pulling him away from the line of little kids and other couples.

"But I almost had it-! what'a 'bout your plushies..?" he sounds like a kicked puppy, adorably pathetic and sad. you chuckle softly sitting him on a bench and peppering his face with kisses "it's fine..you can try later, my love." Art pats Patrick's head "I'll get us some ice cream, wanna come with?" he turns to you, holding out his hand. you accept, grabbing it and kissing Patrick on the cheek and ordering him to stay put.

You and Art step backwards, the bench where Patrick sat was empty! where the hell did your boyfriend go?! you place the two icecream cups you hold in your hand (chocolate for Patrick, vanilla for yourself.) on the table, looking around to see if you can spot the ruffled and messy brunette you adore, but no luck.

"where the fuck did he go..?" Art huffs, licking a strawberry icecream cone as he squints and circles around the bench for any signs of him, he doesnt seem to be doing a much better job than you are though..

Not even a second later, and there's a tap and you and Art's shoulders at the same time. so sudden it has you jolting upright and whirling your head around- Art's reaction is pretty much the same, whipping his head back and almost dropping his icecream.

Patrick stands in between you both with a big boyish grin on his face, an empty wallet, and a black and white bunny plushie in his right hand, a fluffy and tan puppy stuffie in his left. sure he lost loads of money, but seeing you two beam and hug him, squeezing him so tight her gasps for air? that's all he really needs. and you two both know it well enough. you gasp, the shock and adrenaline soothing as you feel the plushie in between your fingers, the fabric soft and the material plush. Art hugs both Patrick and his new stuffed animal at the same time, it's kinda childish, but you're all smiling wildly. Patrick is an idiot, he blew all his money but god. its impossible to stay mad at him when he has the stupid grin on his face that you just wanna kiss off. you love them both so much, really. its unbelievable. this fair is going to be one hell of a ride...

-xoxo, Ari <3

(soft patrick my beloved. boyish Artrick my beloved. ohmygosh this tool way too long with my unmotivated adhd ass I hope you enjoy anyway, lots on smoochies MWAH mwah mwah. tags: @swetearss)

[froggibus]

Would They Wear A Friendship Bracelet? - Scaramouche, Xiao, Kazuha, Childe, Diluc & Itto

Includes: Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao, Kazuha, Childe, Diluc and Itto

Genre: fluff, could be considered crack

Summary: how they would react to receiving a friendship bracelet + would they wear it

CW: Scara is a brat, Xiao is a trog, general fluff and cuteness all around, some characters may be a lil OOC, (spoiler) of course they’re gonna wear it forever

i thought this was a cute idea and given ive been on a bit of a bracelet making kick, this happened lol. my first time writing any of these characters so im sorry if the lore is messy or they're ooc <3

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Scaramouche/Wanderer:

looks at the bundle of navy, gold and red string in disgust

“you expect me to wear this? tsk, another one of your menial childish crafts.”

lowkey hurts your feelings

like you know he’s the most tsundere mf on the entire planet but sometimes he just goes too far 

you avoid him for the rest of the day after that

of course the minute you leave he’s tying it to his wrist 

he will never take it off either. it’s now his most prized possession 

next time you see him, you’re still a little upset about how he reacted

until he’s talking about something completely unrelated and you notice him fidgeting with something on his wrist

he’s running his fingers across it, an action that brings him comfort (and reminds him that no matter what he’s done, you still care about him)

never mention it to him tho or else he’ll pretend like he’s doing it just to appease you

Xiao:

his cheeks are instantly red

“you—you’re gifting this to me? to do what?”

looks at you in utter fascination while you explain what it is 

he adores the idea of carrying a physical object to commemorate your relationship 

his hand is probably shaking when you gently grab him to tie the bracelet around his wrist 

and of course his face erupts into an inferno

he’s never been handled with so much care before, and the sight of you tying a symbol of your affection into him is enough to make his heart race

you pull away with a smile, “there you go. you can always take it off if it bugs you or you don’t like it.”

he shakes his head

he’s never taking it off

he’ll probably find some sort of adepti magic to bind it to him so he’ll never lose or break it 

on long night when he misses you, he finds himself playing with the strings and thinking of you

Kazuha:

his eyes are practically sparkling when you present it to him 

“it’s wonderful, my love. like falling leaves in the autumn sunlight”

a little hesitant to put it on at first 

he’s just worried he’ll lose it during all of the adventuring he does

you’re a little sad when you see he’s not wearing it tho

and of course he loves you so much and all he wants is for you to be happy 

he offers you a gentle smile and asks if you’ll help him put it on since he totally can’t do it himself 

obviously you happily oblige and tie it to his wrist with the biggest smile

he spends a solid five minutes admiring it

kinda weird but also feel like he would kiss it?? 

whenever he’s away on long journeys, he always has you close 

and whenever he misses you, he stares at that symbol of your love and remembers that you’re out there waiting for him

Childe:

definitely not the first one he’s received 

teucer has almost definitely made him some before 

of course, yours is a little different 

“I love it, babe”

wears it EVERYWHERE

like this Fatui harbinger is always wearing this adorable little string bracelet 

you’d think it would take away from his reputation but people are equally as afraid of him 

he can’t just let you give him such a thoughtful gift without giving anything in return 

 so he sets out to make you your own bracelet 

honestly it’s really rough

his hands aren’t made for arts and crafts 

but even if it is slightly misshapen and filled with holes, you accept it happily 

the thought that he sat down and spent time trying to make it for you is enough to make you tear up

he ties it to your wrist and plants a kiss over the bracelet 

“there, now we match”

Diluc:

honestly you’re a little worried giving it to him

it feels stupid and dorky and he’s always dressed to the nines 

but as soon as he sees it, his face lights up

“you made this for me?”

you shift from side to side and awkwardly look at the floor. “yes…”

“thank you, darling. care to help me put it on?”

all of your worries melt away though

this man loves you to the point he would practically do anything to you

and seeing how cute and nervous you were giving him something you handmade just for him?

it’s enough to make him melt 

he examines the bracelet in the light, nodding at your handiwork 

he’ll always have it on him one way or another

whether it’s on his wrist, or in his hair, or attached to his keys or hidden somewhere when he’s the Darknight Hero

but it’s with him no matter what, just like you <3

Itto:

he cries 

like actually cries when you give it to him

he’s seen other people exchanging them, especially as a kid, and always wanted one

but of course as an oni, resigned himself to a friendship bracelet-less life

“f-for me?”

he has that cute pouty look on his face and full on sobs when you nod at him with that big smile on your face 

stops crying long enough to attempt to put it on

struggles tho cause his big ass hands aren’t meant for delicate things like that

so he sheepishly asks for your help

he is never going to take the bracelet off

like ever

probably cuddles with his wrist at night just to have it close 

(also probably loses it a million times without even realizing it—but don’t worry, Shinobu is there every time to pick it back up and sneak it into his pocket)

[kemistre]

εïз┊𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — feat. takami "hawks" keigo

synopsis. what could possibly happen in the last few hours of your nightly patrol? surely nothing too crazy, right?

— content warnings. suggestive, angst, yelling, arguments, alcohol, drunk hawks, cheating, blood, use of 'fuck' quite a bit, i can't think of anything else but please lmk if you find something! — word count. 2,531

εïз┊author's note. this might be crazy ooc but i had the idea and i wanted to write about it <3 anyway this is in no way edited i just wrote it and now i'm posting it so it's not perfect! i might edit it later, too sleep rn😴

patrolling during the latest hours of the night was something you were never partiularly fond of. it never failed to send shivers down your spine, the act of walking up and down the streets of the city at its darkest hours.

at least when the sun was shining, there were plenty of heroes on watch making sure nothing could happen to the civilians that roamed-sometimes even the civilians would lend a helping hand. good things happened while the sun was out, but never when the moon took its place in the sky. robbery, arson, assault, murder; these were the most common crimes that the night patrol had to take care of.

and tonight, that was you. there was a part of you that just wanted to go home where it was safe and sound in your boyfriend's arms, but the other part knew you just had to get this shift over with. three hours had already past with nothing major happening, which was a win in your book.

you walked along the cracked sidewalk, the only things lighting up your path were street lights and the few businesses that kept their lights on throughout the night. a sigh fell from your lips, your breathe becoming visible through the icy air.

a jolt zipped through your body as you heard a loud crash, shouting coming from not so far away. it was sudden, a man in a unifrom came rushing out from one of the buildings in front of you. "are you a hero?" his voice echoed down the dark street. "there's a lunatic in here!"

a pit formed in your stomach as you ran as fast as you could towards the man. the shady nook. it was one of the largest bars in the city, at least once a week a hero would show up to escort someone home because they got way too drunk.

"i'm here, it'll be okay." you smiled, putting a hand on the man's shoulder before taking a step inside. your eyes widened at the scene in front of you. a man in a grey hoodie punched another man on the floor relentlessly, blood spewing everywhere while the rest of the bar chanted 'fight! fight! fight!', multiple having their phones in hand recording the ordeal.

"everyone please calm down!" you raised your voice, although no one heard you as they continued. you raised a brow and cracked your neck before rushing over to the man in the grey hood. you put your hand on his chest, pushing him away from the man beaten to a pulp on the hard concrete floor. "stop it! that's enough!" the man shoved your hand away before stumbling out of the bar, barely making it out without falling flat on his face.

you began following the man out of the building. a nervous smile found its way onto your lips as you handed the bartender a slip of paper with a string of digits on it. "sorry about this, call this number and an ambulance should be here soon."

as you caught up with the man in the hood, you spoke again. "sir, i'm going to need you to come with me. we need to get you to the police station so you can sober up and explain this mess." following closely behind him, you grabbed a hold of his wrist attempting to make him stop.

once again, he shoved your hand away as he turned towards you. "you can't take me to the police station, darling." his words were slurred, his voice hoarse. you recognized that voice. the wind picked up, coincedentally blowing back the hood that covered the man's face.

with wide eyes, you spoke. "hawks?" why was he here? "it's three o'clock in the morning, why are you fighting people at bars?" your stomach churned, curiousity filled your mind as you stared at the man who made you want to become a hero doing something as crazy as fighting as innocent civilian.

he chuckled, a smirk making its way on his face. "just living the life, sweetheart."

you let out a sigh. "living the life is not-" he turned around as he continued walking in the opposite direction of you. "where are you going?!"

"home."

"your house is this way." you stopped, pointing behind you as he looked back at you.

Eventually, he decided that you were correct despite it taking twenty minutes to come to that conclusion. he laughed, "oh what would i do without you sweetheart?" you gave him a nervous smile as you two continued to his house. you never thought that you would be walking takami keigo home after all that had happened.

"hawks, where's your key?" you looked at him, puzzled. "i thought you kept a spare under the mat?"

he shook his head. "no no, don't want any burgulars to get in babe."

you bit your lip, your heart beating faster the longer you stood here with him. "well where is it then?" he shrugged his shoulder, a cocky grin on his lips. you took a deep breathe in, forgetting home annoying this bird could be at times. you reached for the door handle, attempting to see if your old key would still work with these locks. although, despite what hawks had just said, the handle twisted, opening the door with ease.

you ushered him inside, turning on the lights to the large kitchen the two of you had walked into. being in this house was like walking down memory lane, although for you it was not such a good memory. it didn't matter, you were leaving soon. you'd be home soon. if you could just make it through a few more minutes, then you would be fine and never have to see him again.

hawks stumbled his way into the living room that connected with the kitchen, promptly taking off his blood stained hoodie. underneath was one of the compression shirts you bought him a long time ago, you were shocked it still fit him. he glanced back at you and spoke, his words slurred worse than they did before. "like what you see, baby?"

you rolled your eyes before clearing your throat. "i really should be leaving now hawks, it was nice seeing you."

a pout formed on his lips. "leaving already?" he mumbled as he stepped closer to you. you tried as hard as you could to keep the smile that was on your face the closer he got to you, but that smile quickly faded when he put his hands on your hips. "let me thank you for taking me home~" he cooed, his eyes staring at your lips.

you put your hands on his chest, keeping him from making an advance. "hawks.." you stared at him in disbelief. "i have a boyfriend, there's no way you don't know that, it's everywhere."

he rolled his eyes, his hands grabbing onto your wrists. "so? that bozo will never be as good as me, you know that baby~" his head dipped down to your neck making your body freeze up. before he could press his lips against you skin, you shoved him away from you. your shock and disbelief turned into anger as your expression change drastically.

your eyebrows furrowed, your voice rasied as you spoke. "stop it hawks!" your blood boiled as he rolled his eyes once again, that stupid grin on his face while he tripped over his own feet stumbling back towards the living room.

if only you had just left. if only you hadn't seen him at all, you night would've been so much better. you couldn't help but bring up the past as your mind grew fuzzy, your anger consuming you. "this is just a game to you! it's always just been a stupid game!" he stopped walking, hanging on to the marble counter for support. "toying with my feelings will always be so entertaining to you," you shook your head. "you used me again and again as just another one of your fuck buddies!" you grabbed a small vase, throwing it at his back.

he could've dogded it, but he didn't, letting a few glass shards pierce his wings and his back. "i loved you so much and you knew that!" you screamed, your voice couldn't handle it as it began to crack, tears welling up in your eyes. "you always knew i would be glued to you, you knew i would chase after you despite you never loving me back!" you let out a breathe you didn't know you were holding. "well you know what hawks? i'm happy now, i have someone who treats me right, treats me the way i deserve to be treated. and i couldn't ask for anyone better." tears flowed down your cheeks as your lips quivered, your face burning as your throat begged for water.

there was a moment of silence, tension and anxiety floating throughout the air. his wide eyes met yours, his voice cracking as he whispered. "is that what you think..?" his reaction to your words was something you never would have expected. his face was red, his mouth agape, his brows furrowed. all while a few stray tears fell from his eyes. keigo was..crying?

no. hawks doesn't cry. you had never seen him brought to tears before, not even when you left him. you shook your head in disbelief once more. "look at you now, acting like me leaving you was the worst thing to ever happen to you." you chuckled. "you can't manipulate me anymore hawks.

those few extra words you spoke made more tears fall down his cheeks, his chest rose and fell quickly, his breathe erratic. "y/n..." your name. he used your name? you couldn't remember a time when he did say your name. "you think this is an act?!" he raised his voice, leaving you almost paralyzed where you stood. a pit formed in your stomach as he continued. "i can't live without you y/n! i've been going insane without you here by my side!" he grabbed his chest, his voice hoarse and cracking at almost every word he spoke. "y'know something i've realized in this year you've been gone," he paused. "i don't..want to live without you." he let out a shaky breathe, his lips quivering. "i can't breathe without you, i need you. i need you like i need oxygen to survive."

this wasn't manipulation, it was his feelings in their most raw form. his words came straight from his heart, and that was something you never knew keigo could do. it was as if the inner workings of takami keigo's brain were layed out on the table like a blueprint to a building. "keigo..." you let out a breathe.

"nothing i did back then was the right things, and i know that. i know how stupid i am for treating you the way i did, i took you for granted."

keigo inched closer.

"my pride, my shitty personality, my fucked past, i let it get in the way."

another inch.

"i fucked up, i fucked up big time, and i'll never be more sorry for anything else i've ever done then what i did to you."

another inch.

"my fear of losing the person i love most got to me, i didn't want to care so i couldn't get hurt. but i ended up loving you in ways i never knew i could."

you couldn't move, the words of the man you love freezing you in place. he crept close, slowly wrapping his arms and wings around you, making sure you were okay with the intimacy. his hand cupped the back of your head as he pulled you close, the way his arms felt around you made you never want to leave. "but i don't deserve you." he whispered in your ear. "that dynamight kid deserves you, he's a great kid i've known him for a long time."

your mouth hung open, the tears from your cheeks dripping into the floor. your breath grew heavy, your puffy eyes making your vision blurry. he let you out of his embrace, his hand now on the top of your head, smoothing back your messy hair. you looked up at him as his lips pressed against your forehead. his smile, a real, genuine smile formed on his lips. "k-keigo.." a mutter fell from your lips, that's all that would come out.

“i’m really glad i got to see you again, even if it might be the last. please stay happy for me, okay?" he slid around you, opening up his door leading to the darkness of the night under the moonlit sky.

your eyes followed him, your mind fried from the string of emotions you had been through tonight. it was too much, it was painful. your heart ached. he wasn't what you thought he was.

he wasn't arrogant. he wasn't manipulative. he wasn't toying with you. he was just broken. he loved you the only way he knew how- by pushing you away. and now that he was in a state where he could just blurt his feelings out, he could finally say was he was truly feeling all this time.

but what were your true feelings?

"i love you.." you voice was soft, as light as a feather in the wind.

keigo's expression shifted from one of pain, to shock from your words. he replayed them in his mind trying to ration out if they were real or not. his hand let go of the door, letting it close gently on it's own.

it was sudden, with only a few steps your hands cupped his face as your lips met his. instinctively, his hands fell to your hips, keeping you as close to him as possible. the kiss was sloppy, passionate as his callous hands began to explore your body. your heart pumped, your cheeks burning as your lips pushed against each others in the most impatient way, as if you two had been waiting for this moment.

he finally pulled back for a breathe, his nose touching your own as he spoke softly. "what about your boyfriend?" his eyes locked with yours, awaiting an answer from your soft lips.

"i need you keigo, i don't want to live without you." you mumbled into his whiskey-flavored lips, now wrapping your arms around his neck. you could feel some of the shards of glass that got stuck in his back from the vase. the feel made your body heat up.

he studied you: your eyes, your lips, your body, everything about you. "who i am to say no to you, sweetheart~?" he smirked into the kiss as he didn't hesistate to pick you up by the thighs, frantically making his way over to the couch before laying you down on your back.

your lips disconnected once more as he grabbed the bottom of his shirt, swiftly pulling it over his head. you followed him actions, lifting up your shirt and taking it off. keigo took the shirt from your grasp before throwing it across the room, his lips soon trailing down the side of your neck.

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