#sad that i can't get the red out of the room he's stuck in though :( he makes a Very good murder buddy

[authorsofghosts]

Sin | Kurt Wagner x Reader

Summery: Kurt likes you. Maybe a little too much. He can't stop thinking about you, and it causes him to get in his head a little too much,

Themes: Angst -> Smut, Mutual Crush, Open Ending, Alcohol/Drinking, Awkwardness, Character Cameo, Flirting, Kurt Has a Beard and Forked Tongue (because fuck you), His face is also skin (not fur), Oral (male receiving), Porn with Plot, Shorter!R (<5'9), R is a mutant/x-man (No Powers Written), Religion Talk.

Word Count: ~1.8k

@sometimescherwrites spare wife? spare wife?

NSFW MDNI 18+ ONLY

Kurt sat there, tail wrapped around his leg, staring at you as he fidgeted with his rosary. You sat across the dining room table, eating and not even aware that his glowing yellow eyes were boring into you. He swallowed hard, looking down at his own plate of food that was left untouched. He looked to his side, being nudged by the elbow of the person next to him.

"Distracted, bub?" Logan snickered slightly.

"No," Kurt lied, grabbing his forking and stabbing it into whatever was on his plate, shaking his head. The spade of his tail taps his calf anxiously. "Was just praying."

Logan shock his head, knowing better, but not prying much further. Kurt stared down at his food to try and focus on that instead of you. He doesn't know what it is about you, but he's absolutely entranced by anything you do. A simple flick of your hair, your laugh, anything.

He sneaks small glances in your direct anytime he'd hear you speak, a smile smile on his blue lips. He didn't dare look at you long enough for you to notice. He didn't know what kept him from his usual confidence with you, but it drove him crazy. He finishes dinner as quick as possible, dismissing himself.

He sneaks into the halls of the mansion, finding himself on his way to his room on autopilot. He puts his hand on his door as he turns the knob, pointed ears perking up as he hears a voice from behind him.

"Kurt? You ask softly, brows knitted together as you looked at someone you thought of as a friend, maybe even just a little bit more. He looks... sad. Not himself.

He turned to you, his eyes wide. He clears his throat, tilting his head just enough for his onyx curls to shift to one side. "Ja?" He whispers, not meaning to.

"Are you... okay?" You ask, taking a few steps closer to him. Your eyes flicked down to his hands as he turned, leaning against the door to his room. "I mean, you were really quiet, you're usually the life of the party."

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing. He had been stuck in his own head this evening, maybe because of you, maybe because of something else. He wouldn't admit it, however. "Nein, no, I'm uh... I'm fine, liebchen." He laughs out halfheartedly.

You didn't believe him, hearing the waver in his voice that makes it obvious he's lying. "You sure? Do you wanna... talk about anything?" You probe.

Your concern for his well being makes his heart flip, his face reflecting it in the worst way possible. "You know, uh..." He starts, trailing off immediately, tail flicking behind him. "How about we have a discussion, over a glass of wine, perchance?"

Kurt smiled at your sudden tension, putting out his three fingered hand. You looked at him, trying to hold back a smile. You take his hand, your wrist immediately being wrapped around by his tail as his other hand opens his door.

"You have wine?" You ask finally.

"Ah, Charles allows me it for religious purposes. Though, I may abuse this small allowance." He smiles softly, his own cheeks flushed a soft purple.

"I see." You say, looking around his room. It was more... red than you imagined. Of course, that was his favorite color, besides black. He made sure to let everyone know that it was not blue.

Kurt walked over to his desk, pulling out a drawer and pulling out a box. He grabbed two glasses out of it before showing you the bottle of wine. "Does it suffice?" He joked.

"I'm sure it won't kill me." You chuckled, sitting in a comfortable looking arm chair in the corner of his room. He turned on his desk lamp before sitting in the rolling chair, leaning back as he poured the glasses of wine.

"I assure you I'd never poison you, mein Liebe." He chuckled, handing you your glass. You take a slow sip, looking at him as he watches you with a smile.

The short, shallow glass has barely enough wine to cause anyone to get even a little buzzed, but the thought and caring act is still there. "So, are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

Kurt chokes slightly on his wine as he realized he did promise you to talk about what had him in his head. His brain works overtime to try and think of anything but you. He sighed, smiling as he laughs softly, "I guess I may just be a little out of my element. I'm rather, ah, how do you say..." He clicks his tongue in thought, stroking his beard. He looks at you, judging your reaction before he continues. "A little lovesick, I guess."

Your eyes widen, looking at him. You take another sip of the wine, looking down. You knew he could never like you back. It's just a stupid crush anyways, Kurt couldn't like you, so you looked at him with a fake smile. "Lovesick? You?"

"Ah, yes, I am." He says, blushing furiously. "They, uh... they're very nice." He laughs, scooting forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you. "Funny, cute, powerful..."

The way his eyes are half lidded clues you in in something that makes all your self doubt disappear in moments. "Do I... know them?" You ask softly. He smirks, leaning back again, spreading his legs apart, nodding. "Are they on the team?"

He chuckles softly, setting his half drank glass of wine down. "I think you know them very well, actually." He looked at you, fidgeting with his rosary once again. His thumb rubs the cross as he fights back to urge to bite his lip.

You feel your face heat up, realizing exactly who he's talking about. You take another sip of wine, setting your glass down and sitting up slightly. "Very well you say?" You stammer slightly, looking into his yellow eyes.

"Yes. And I think you know who I'm talking about, don't you, mein Schatz?"

The words send a chill down your spine, and you stand up, making his eyes widen. You can't help but take two steps forward and place your lips again his, hand resting on his chin. It takes but a split second for him to kiss back, forked tongue snaking around yours before you overpower it.

You fall into him, your hands quick to wrap around his shoulders and tangle in his hair, pouring all the pent up feelings into this one moment. You pulling slightly on his hair, making him whine and pull back. "You're very forward."

"Shut up." You murmur against his lips before pressing yours to his again, "You talk too much." You say before biting his bottom lip, pulling it into your mouth before licking and sucking on it. He gasps, a small whimper escaping his throat. "Oh?" You laugh, pressing your forehead to his.

He looks up into your eyes, his own illuminating your flushed cheeks. He blinks a few times before he pulling you down to kiss him again. "Silence." He murmurs, picking you up and laying down on the bed, placing you atop him.

"No, I don't want you to be quiet. And I'm not going to be quiet either." You smile, handing gripping his hair again, pulling and causing him to gasp, a muffled 'Scheiße' falling from his lips as yours fall down to his neck, nipping softly.

You continue to travel down his torso, taking his shirt off somewhere in the process. You trail soft kisses along his fur, looking up at him as he watched you with wide eyes, continuing to whine and whimper with each caress and press of your lips again his body. You palm his bulge, eyes widening at the sheer size. "I see you're ready, huh?"

"Sh-shut up." He whispers, eyes rolling back. He gasps as your hand travels into his pants, "Fuck, please-" He whines out, hips bucking up into your hand.

"Patience, Kurt..." You say, pressing a kiss to his lower stomach, slowly pulling his pant and boxers down. His cock springs out, hitting his abs as he groans. "So pretty." You whisper, your hand wrapping around the blue length, "Such a pretty boy, huh?"

Kurt hisses at the touch and praise, head falling back. You pump his cock, the head turning a slight purple as beads or precum drips from it. You take his tip into your mouth, watching his face intently as you suckle, tongue swirling around it and collecting each pearl of savory salty pre. You pull back, panting, your breath making his dick twitch more. "P-please, don't stop." He stutters, making you smile wider.

"You want me to continue?" You ask. He nods in response, biting his lip as he looks down at you between his legs, the image more than he can handle. He turns his head, putting a hand in front of his face.

"Oh, no you don't. eyes on me, Kurt." You purr softly, licking up his length, kissing softly until he finally can't handle the teasing and looks into your eyes once again. "Good, good boy." You smile, sitting up slightly before pushing a good inch or so of his dick into your mouth.

"Ah- Scheiße, fuck-" He moans out, hips bucking into your mouth, pushing more into your mouth. You don't pull back, however, just pushing his cock head into your throat and opening wider, hallowing your cheeks to fit it. Kurt continues to moan out, almost pathetically, as your lips and mouth travel up and down his shaft.

It twitches as more pearly white precum falls against your tongue. "Ah, Liebchen, fuck-" He groans, getting closer as you push his length down your throat, the sound almost pornographic before you pull his dick out your mouth, pumping slowly.

"You gonna cum for me, huh? You gonna be good and cum in my mouth, right?"

"Y-yes, please, ah... Please, more." He whines out, his hand finding your face, stroking your cheek. You take this as a sign for you to get back to business.

It doesn't take but a few more seconds of your mouth and hands for him to release into your mouth, paint it white. You swallow happily, taking each spurt.

You pull back, climbing on top of him once again and looking down at his pathetically smiling face. "You ready for more?" You ask softly. He answers with a soft nod.

Kurt would be lying if he didn't go to the closest confessional booth the next morning.

[luvsavos]

cat behavior

[msunitedstatesjames]

Rating Veilguard companions based on their living spaces:

I'm coming up on the last handful of missions in Veilguard, and I noticed that I hadn't really spent all that much time looking around the rooms of the companions. I pretty much burst in and out, only staying long enough to hear whatever they have to say. So I decided to do a more in depth look. (There will be some moderate spoilers ahead if you haven't worked your way through most of Emmrich's companion quests.)

7. Lucanis

Okay, we've all heard the reasoning behind Lucanis's room of choice, but this "room" is still sad. As awesome as access to the kitchens is, this is just a straight up trauma room. That's without even mentioning the perilous number of candles near the bed of such a haunted (literally) man. But, at least he has somewhere to sleep, unlike some others, and he has plenty of supplies of citrus fruit, so scurvy won't be an issue.

6. Emmrich

I hate to rank this one so low. Not only is Emmrich my romance of choice, but I'm a huge book lover in real life, and I love this aesthetic. But this man doesn't have anywhere to sleep! He's in his 50s and has nowhere to sleep! Much has been said about where he might be sleeping every night. Does he sleep on the corpse slab? Does he sleep in the big red chair? Does he curl up in front of the fire like a hound? If he was 19 maybe those options would be feasible. But I'm in my early thirties in real life, and the idea of spending a night on a hard floor/slab is already unbearable to imagine, and sitting upright all night is only done if I'm so ill I can't do otherwise. No bed is just unforgiveable. Also, he's stuck with the skull and spirit of his former friend/rival seemingly listening in on everything and critiquing him constantly. Imagine just minding your own business and having a skull call you "moldering" while implying you're too old to be with your partner of choice. On the other hand, I envy the shelf space, the spiral staircase, and the gorgeous balcony view.

5. Taash

Maybe Taash likes having a gloomy room, I don't know. But sometimes this room looks like a straight up dungeon. Also, though there is some good functionality for training and such, the room lacks daily functionality due to the sheer amount of stuff everywhere. I get that Taash is a Lord of Fortune and treasure hunting is like their whole thing, but like, does Taash really need multiple huge stacks of silver bars and random sheaths of fabric here in their temporary Fade bedroom? What's the point of having so many tables if none of them have any more room to set things on when you actually need to? Some of these rugs are fantastic though. And Taash is one of only two companions with a real bed, so that counts for a lot.

4. Bellara

This is more workshop than bedroom, which I guess suits Bellara well enough. But there's a couple of issues here. First, there's some pretty spiky tools a little close to her cot. God forbid she has a nightmare and jerks upright out of a deep sleep, she'd get slightly impaled. Also, imagine trying to sleep with the smug face of the Archive looking out at you all the time. And don't forget the room is just full to bursting with mirrors. That seems like a confusing, hazardous, headache inducing horror. There is some cool elven decor though.

3. Neve

Neve has a pretty tiny space compared to some of the others, but I guess it's fitting for a noir style detective. She does have a bed, though it's only a less than stellar cot. She also has a bunch of wisps stealing her stuff all the time. But she has a beautiful view, more privacy than some of the others, and a nice desk, which is essential to a detective. And in the end this room is kind of gorgeous.

2. Harding

This whole place is fabulous. The plants are amazing. The magic butterflies are enchanting. The giant ceiling flower is beautiful. Harding doesn't have a real bed, but she has a canopy and a bedroll, which she's probably pretty comfortable in by now after 10+ years of being a scout. I also like that this room grows and transforms over the course of the story. Personally, I think this is the most aesthetically pleasing of the rooms, and I imagine there's some crickets in there to give you that peaceful summer evening soundtrack.

1.Davrin

Davrin's biggest advantage is the simple fact that he has a private sleeping area with a real bed. No one else has both of those things. On top of that, it's a functional space for he and Assan. It's open and has a nice perch for easy Assan access. It has shelf space for his carvings. He has lots of cool knick knacks. He has lots of natural light and a great view. But after looking more closely at his space I almost dropped him down a spot for one reason. NUGS. Did I miss a dialogue line about his love for nugs? Because there's A LOT of nug memorabilia in this place. There's a taxidermy nug with a face only Leliana could love. There's little nug carvings. There's bigger nug carvings. There's drawings of nug anatomy. I don't know if I'm more freaked out by the idea that Davrin brought them or the idea that Solas left them. Still, he does have a cozy fireplace/chair combo, as long as you don't mind being watched by the empty stares of a thousand lifeless nugs.

[thisisourlovestory]

Safe and Sound

Finnick Odair x reader soulmate AU

Summary: you are a victor from district 4. The Quarter Quell has just been announced. How will you cope with the turn of events coming your way.

Wordcount- 3.9k

Notes- okay so this has taken a lot longer than I thought it would but it’s here now finally. And I have changed my url so I’m sorry if you thought this was some random person tagging you

Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning sprawled across my bed and tangled in the sheets. I stumbled up and made my way into the dining area, only bothering to wrap a dressing gown around myself so as to not expose my arms. Unfortunately Lysander greeted me much too cheerfully the second I stepped foot in the room, with a wide grin and loud words.

“Good morning!” He trilled. “Sit, sit and eat. You have an important day ahead of you.” I slumped down into a seat and grabbed an apple, biting into the crisp red skin and sinking my teeth deep into its flesh.

“So what did you get up to with the lovely Megara last night?” He inquired as an avox served him a plate of toast piled with eggs and cheese and ham. I judged his choice in food for a moment and then almost snorted as his words registered in my mind. He certainly wasn't being subtle at all I thought as Finnick and Mags entered and seated themselves. I took another bite out of my apple and grinned.

I stepped out of the bathroom in a pair of silk pyjama shorts and a loose top. Megara was sprawled across my bed, shovelling ice cream into her mouth as fast as physically possible. She noticed me and smacked the bed.

“Sit.” I sat. “Now spill. You and Finnick flipping Odair.” I sighed.

“Pass me a cupcake. No, not that one. No, no, yes. Thanks.” I peeled the case off and bit into it, the rich chocolate and caramel spreading across my tongue. “I found out when I first got it.” I showed her my wrist and she inspected it closely. “We were, well we were friends I suppose. After I won that is. I saw his once, it was an accident. I don’t think anyone else really knows he even had one.” I took another bite of my cupcake. “We kinda stuck together for a couple of years. He helped me through the aftermath and the nightmares and everything.” She looked at me curiously.

“So what happened?”

“Annie Cresta happened. When she won everything changed. You know how the boy she went in with that year was decapitated and she lost it?”

“Everyone knows, though the Capitol tries to brush over it.” I laughed quietly.

“Well when she came back she was absolutely broken. She couldn’t function by herself. So Finnick helped her. At first I knew it was necessary, she probably would have offed herself otherwise, but the days passed to weeks and weeks to months. He had just,” I breathed, “He had just left me and gone to her.”

Megara's mouth opened in a shocked expression.

“You would’ve been fifteen?”

“Almost sixteen.”

“And he just, what, abandoned you?” I shrugged.

“Love is weird. It comes and goes at the most unexpected of times and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.” She placed a hand on her forehead.

“Okay, sorry for interrupting. Please continue.”

“The nightmares came back, I spiralled, I spent I think two months here. Doing shows, staying as far away from them as I could. I mainly talked to Effie and Haymitch.” I smiled fondly. “They were really something. Always bickering and picking at each other like an old married couple. They made me laugh a lot, the only thing I laughed at really. Then it all changed again. But that’s not relevant.” I ignored her look and powered ahead. “I stopped talking to anyone, unless I had to, I wouldn’t say a word. I sang at shows but nothing more. And that was my life I guess. Not happy, not sad. It just was.”

Megara unexpectedly leapt across the bed and engulfed me in a hug.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to go through that.” She pulled away. “I can't imagine if I met my soulmate and then had to pretend like they meant nothing to me.” I smiled back at her sadly.

“Like I said, love is weird. And why would he want me when he has her.” With that I flopped down in bed and curled up in a ball. “Goodnight.”

“We didn't do anything interesting. I ate a bit then fell asleep. I was tired.” I smiled tightly at Lysander, a glint of challenge in my eyes before my gaze slipped to my plate and I took a second bite out of my apple. It tasted like ash in my mouth. “What's on the agenda today?” With that his eyes lit up and he beamed.

“Training.”

As it turned out, training was in fact the only thing on the agenda. I walked into the room and was greeted by the sight of the majority of the other tributes already showing off. My eyes flicked around the room for a second, Finnick was already bothering Katniss, the girl looked extremely unimpressed at him showing her how to tie a knot in the rope and didn't even try to hide her disgusted expression as he pretended to hang himself. I made my own way over to the survival skills section, I immediately picked up two pieces of wood and began to rub them together to little effect. Just as I was about to give up a shadow appeared above me.

“You have to rub quicker, and lower down.” Katniss took the sticks from me and demonstrated. “See.” I nodded slowly.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” With that she turned and made her way to one of the compartmentalised training rooms, grabbing a bow and a sheaf of arrows along the way. I watched from a distance as she put an arrow through each glowing hologram that appeared. I started as I saw one holding an axe and it immediately disintegrated, a small bolt of fear shooting through me. Were they supposed to represent us? My question was answered as another showed up holding a trident and resulted in the same fate. The closer I watched, I could see more similarities between the holograms and all the people stood watching. Johanna and Finnick were obvious, two appearing next to each other and reacting in sync, Cashmere and Gloss, one with long, sharp nails that none of the others had, Enobaria. A really burly one, Brutus and a couple of spindly ones, the morphlings.

Bile rose in my throat as Katniss annihilated them all. Then just as everyone thought the simulation had ended, a final hologram appeared. Smaller and thinner than all the others and it threw a golden blaze at her which she ducked and suddenly an arrow was lodged in it and it dissolved like all the others. It was clear that it was supposed to be. All the movements of the other holograms had been techniques the corresponding victors used in their games, the weapons they were most famed for using. And the Capitol had simply taken those moves and projected them into the simulation. But for me, the only moves I had back then were throwing that one knife and then my shoes. So that was what they had to use. I stayed frozen in my spot as the others stared at Katniss, contemplating looks in their eyes. I could see the cogs turning in their brains, they wanted her as their ally, who wouldn't to be honest. She was the favourite to win at the moment- perhaps also Finnick- and she would get sponsors upon sponsors. I watched her gaze pass over all of them to settle on me; I stared back at her blankly for a moment before she looked over to Peeta who stood watching her from the camouflage station, his arm covered in detailed paintings of rocks and tree bark. He smiled slightly and turned back to his work.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see a grinning Finnick.

“Quite the spectacle she's put on wouldn't you say?” He asked and I hummed in response. “She'd be a good ally.” I shrugged.

“I guess.”

“You guess?” He scoffed. “With an aim like that she could take out all of us in a matter of seconds.” My lip quirked upwards at his words. He didn't know just how true they were.

“I suppose, but if she was your ally, one wrong move and you'd be six feet under. But by all means, ally with the girl on fire; when she decides to kill you- don't say I didn't warn you.” I spun on my heel and strode away from him, my shoulder tingled where he had touched me and I felt a tug in my chest at the growing distance. It was as if the more time we spent around each other the more the- well I suppose the word that the Capitol used to describe it was a bond- the more the bond seemed to recognise us as soulmates and tried to drag us together. It was the only reasonable explanation for why he was talking to me.

I walked with my head down, stepping to the side to avoid bumping into other people. I made my way to a station where the two from district 3 had settled themselves at after struggling to light a fire and were fiddling around with wires and bolts. I sat myself down and picked up a few thin pieces of bronze metal. I twisted them together, intricately weaving them in a complicated pattern so they formed a pin of sorts. I twisted my hair up and stuck it through, the metal scraping along my scalp as I shook my head to make sure it was secure.

“The gamemakers won't be too impressed with that.” Beetee spoke quietly from beside me and I made a face.

“I don't really care. They're the ones hiding behind a forcefield.” His gaze sharpened.

“How do you know that?” I shrugged in response.

“The shimmer in the corners. Makes it look a bit like glass but they don't want us to know they're afraid of us and glass is too noticeable. Next best thing is a forcefield, I mean it uses a lot of the energy in this place. Zaps it like,” I snapped my fingers, “that, but most people won't know how to recognise it at all so they can keep up their pretences without worrying about one of us trying to murder them where they stand.”

Beetee stared at you for a second before a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“A scholar I see.”

“Just curious.”

“Not even some adults back home would be able to tell me that.” Beetee murmured. “You've done your research.” I looked up to the gamemakers.

“Well,” I spoke softly, scratching at my wrist absently,”you never know what they'll throw at you and it's always good to be prepared.” He hummed in assent as Wiress tugged on a loose strand of my hair, babbling nonsense under her breath. I gently extracted myself from her fingers and wished them a pleasant day, a hint of sarcasm in my voice, before I left them to fiddle with their little toys.

I found myself wandering through the huge building, mindlessly gazing around. My eyes flitting over the white surfaces, shining brightly in the even whiter light from the ceilings. All of a sudden I heard voices. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, was that Finnick and Haymitch? Talking to Plutarch Heavensbee? I listened intently, pressing myself against the wall next to the tiny crack in the door to hear better. My eyes gradually widened with each sentence that left their mouths, I couldn't believe it myself, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't been hearing it directly from the source. They stopped talking and I ran. I sprinted down the corridors and to the lifts, frantically pressing the buttons as I entered and running out just as quickly. I didn't slow down until I slammed the door to my room shut and launched myself onto my bed, clutching a pillow so hard my knuckles started to turn white. They were planning to get Katniss out of the games and start a revolution. A revolution. My mind repeated those words for minutes, my mouth moving to spell it out in disbelief. Slowly the disbelief I felt faded into determination. They clearly hadn’t been about to tell me anything about it, I wouldn’t be included in their alliance. But I could sure as hell help.

Throughout the next couple of days, I woke up as early as possible to train without anyone watching me. I would take my ballet shoes down with me and wear them as I threw knives at the holograms, rise onto my toes and dance around them in circles until my feet were bleeding and bruised. The pain only made me work harder, if I could fight with my feet broken beneath me then I could run forever and wouldn’t feel a thing. On the last day before the games would begin I did the same as I had been. But when I had destroyed the holograms a hundred times over I didn’t stop, I dropped the daggers in my hands and closed my eyes as I spun and leapt. For the first time in years no one was watching me and I could just dance. Even on the train there had been cameras pointed at me but in the interest of not wanting anyone to get mad and try to kill them the gamemakers had left the training room cameraless. So I danced as if I was a child again and my mother was watching me from the door of the house cheering me on. And then I fell. My ankle gave out beneath me and I crashed to the floor. I landed on my side, my arms crossed to hold my head off the floor. I pushed myself up and undid my shoes; pulled them off my feet and stood up. When I fell I had accidentally pressed a button and holograms had appeared again. I reached down to grab the daggers again as they advanced towards me.

“You wanna play?” One of them threw the knife they were holding at me. It skimmed my cheek; I lifted a hand up to touch it. My fingers came away red and I laughed quietly. “Fine, I’ll play.” With that something inside me cracked and I leapt forward. I was like a hurricane as they all rushed at me and I weaved through the gaps leaving bloody footprints wherever I stepped. I rained down blow after blow on them, if holograms could bleed I would have been covered. But they couldn’t bleed and they couldn’t die, they just disintegrated into orange sparks whenever my blade hit home in their rib cages only for more to take their place. I dodged and threw and stabbed until I thought the simulation ended and I stood in the centre of the room. The air moved and in the blink of an eye I spun and struck, the last thing I saw of the hologram was the trident in it's hand. Then I heard the clapping.

I turned around quickly to see Johanna watching me. I quickly stepped outside.

“What do you want?” She grinned.

“Who knew you could fight princess. I’d actually be quite impressed if I didn’t think you’d payed for some poor Capitol bastard to teach you.” A hysterical giggle forced itself out of my throat and for a second an unreadable expression passed over her face like a cloud. I picked up my shoes by the ribbons and let them dangle by my legs as her eyes went to my feet. “Aww did standing up by herself for a moment make the princesses feet hurt?” I swallowed.

“You don’t know me Johanna Mason.” I spat. “You don’t know anything about me so do not make assumptions about things that you do not understand.” She watched me walk away, yelling after me.

“See you later princess.” I ignored her, focusing on not leaving a trail of blood back to the room.

A few hours later, after I had bandaged up my feet, I headed back down for the evaluations. The others were already there and I sat down at the end of a bench. Feeling eyes on me I looked up and locked eyes with Katniss, she stood up and made her way over to me. She sat down silently and I looked at the pin she had on her top.

“A mockingjay.” She looked up at me surprised.

“Yeah. How did you know?” I laughed.

“Some members of the Capitol have them as pets. Ones they managed to catch after the jabberjays bred with mockingbirds. They domesticated them and have them sing all day every day.” My voice turned sharp. “They don’t like being reminded of their failures so they turn them into spectacles.” My head turned as the robotic voice spoke ‘Y/N L/N report for evaluation.’ I stood up slowly and walked past Finnick who was exiting and into the training room. I was greeted by the sight of the gamemakers laughing and talking with each other, completely ignoring my presence as I made my way over to the weapons stand. One of them spared me a glance before dismissing me. They knew who I was and they didn’t think I was a threat. I took a step forward, narrowing my eyes and realised something. The force field was strong if it was concentrated, but it was only being held together by four balls that it was projected out of, one in each corner creating a screen. So it was strong at the outside but where it all met in the centre would be weaker. I grinned at my revelation and practically skipped back to the table with the knives on. I picked one up and balanced it on my finger, I quickly looked around and grabbed a long piece of rope, tying it around the handle. I twisted the end of the rope around one hand and pirouetted, as my head whipped to the front I let the knife fly through the air, right through the centre of the forcefield. It embedded itself in a piece of watermelon and then the wall. I gripped the rope harder and yanked towards me, I caught the knife and raised the dripping red fruit up to my mouth to take a bite as I curtseyed deeply, dipping my head and letting my foot slide as far behind as possible. I smiled sweetly at their horrified expressions. You can almost see the thoughts running through their heads I mused as I walked calmly out of the room, head held high.

I was waylaid by Lysander who dragged me back to the room and made Finnick and I sit until the scoring was announced hours later, I was almost falling asleep in my chair. Yawning widely and eyes drooping until the music sounded and I bolted up. The second Gloss’ photo appeared on screen with a score of 10 flashing under him my heart sank. My little outburst would probably not have gained me anything other than a low score. The rest of the careers had predicatably high scores, Brutus an 11 and Finnick the same. Lysander screeched happily at his score, patting him on the back furiously and I murmured my congratulations. Then it was my turn. My face appeared on the screen and a bright bold number 12 flashed underneath it. I spat out my water in shock and blinked rapidly as Lysander gaped at the screen. Mags patted me gently on the shoulder, giving me a small smile; Finnick leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees.

“Congratulations angel.” The nickname shook me out of my trance.

“Angel?” He shrugged and gave me an easy smile.

“Yeah, you looked like an angel on the chariots and you certainly act like an angel, especially with that little girl.” His voice turned serious. “But something tells me you aren’t such an angel as everyone thinks you are.” My lip twitched and I forced it to stay in a straight line.

“Maybe you’re right.” I turned around, my back to him, his eyes searing into my skin as I whispered. “But some things cannot be determined with a passing glance.”

The next day was the day of the interviews. I was slumped in a chair, clad in a silk robe, as my prep team scoured my body. They perfected every imperfection they could find until my skin was like a blank canvas. All the while they chattered, asking me not so subtly about my evaluation score and even less subtly if I had a soulmate- thankfully they didn’t question my insistency that I covered my wrist while they ‘cleaned me up’. I ignored them for the most part until Priscilla began to waffle on about Finnick. I clenched my fists and tried to block her out, waiting for her to finish. But she wouldn't stop, she went on and on about him, his… relationships with Capitol women and then what a shame it was that he might die. My fingernails dug crescent moons into my palms until I felt pinpricks of pain and saw tiny specks of blood beading on my skin. I settled for fiddling with the robe until they left. The girls walked through the door giggling with each other as Quintus turned around to me.

“I understand how you feel.”

“What?” I asked confused.

“You have a soulmate yes?” I nodded slowly. “But he either doesn’t want you or doesn’t know about you.” I nodded again.

“The second.”

“I had a soulmate once.”

“You did?” I mumbled.

“It was about 15 years ago. I had just started working here for the games and she was a tribute.” He laughed slightly and ran his hand through his hair. “She hated me, I tried to get her to run away with me before the games could start but she wouldn’t let the kid from her district die even if it meant she lived. They only lasted 5 days in the arena.” He smiled sadly. “But those last couple of days she was alive and I got to see her were the best couple of days in my life.”

“What are you saying?” I whispered.

“Don’t waste time. Every second with the ones we love is precious.” Just as suddenly as he had begun the conversation he left the doorway, leaving me in silence.

Soon enough Megara came in, laden with bags upon bags containing god knows what. She dragged a chair over and sat down opposite me. She pulled out a teapot and two cups before setting them down on the table ignoring my incredulous look. She poured tea into the two cups added a splash of milk and sugar to one and gave me an inquisitive look. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts as I poured milk into the cup and spooned 3 teaspoons of sugar into the cup.

“So honey, how are you feeling about the interviews?”

“Honey? Aren’t you younger than me.”

“Nope,” she popped the p,” I’m 24.” I sighed.

“They can only go so badly right.” She grinned; took a sip of her tea, placed it down, stood up and walked over to a huge bag hung up on the door.

“I suppose we’ll see then.” She unzipped the bag and I gasped.

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[sludgewolf]

Hiii! I was wondering if I can request hazard dating hcs with a short fem!reader who likes feminine things and likes to dress in pink attire? Please and thank u 😽😽

That's such a cute idea, so sk8r boy vibes ;-; btw love your pfp, he would Disclaimer: do not copy, repost, take or feed to AI or NFTs anything I post Masterlist

He was a punk and she did ballet - Hazard x Reader

He's such a softie for you, despite his size Haz is puddy on your hands, all you need to do is bat your eyelashes at his direction that you've got whatever you want

even when you don't ask, Findley will still surprises you with plushies or fresh flowers almost every week just to see the look on your face

Your designated driver, you'll never have to drive when with him

gives you full control over the AC and radio

just don't push your luck with pop, country or funk cuz he will revoke your radio privileges if you play bad songs

Likes to pick you up and have you on his lap when busy or simply when he's stuck sitting somewhere, be it for major repairs on his prostetics or getting new tattoos

or like that time he was waiting for Susie to finish engraving some of the flowers you doodled on his shotgun arm

when he can't have on his lap Haz sits you on a counter by his side as he goes about his business

you in turn constantly drag him over by his spikes in order to steal kisses that leave him chasing your lips

Absolutelly loves pink too, one of his favorite colors bc of how bold it is, besides he thinks its cute how your pinks matches well with his purples

and he isn't about to let society dictate what colors he should or should not like bc of smt so arbritrary as gender

You once covered his right arm in sanrio and winx club stickers while he was asleep, Find then refused to take them off no matter what

he was so sad when they fell off during a fight that he picked back up those he could find and glued them on your shared room door

Findlay has the habit of putting things away on the tallest shelves since it just is more convenient for him

but even if not on purpose he does love to watch as you struggle to reach for things just for not five minutes later to have you pouting at his side asking for help

which he ofc does, though he has the smuggest look on his face as he does

A sucker for headpats!!

Will sit down in front of you hoping you get the hint and play w his hair

you're forbitten from keeping them from him tho, you must meet the daily headpat quota or he'll sulk for the rest of the day

Asks for your help with makeup, and expecially his eyeliner before taking you out on dates, he has to look good for you

he is one of those guys that actually knows how to properly put on lipbalm (so proud of him)

Regularly calls you Short Stack and will lean his elbow on your head as he pretends to look for you

Gets so flustered when you compliment him, using cute pet names and softly holding his face

full on stuttering and flushing tomato red, you weaponize it after he teases you for your height

Haz leaves his shirts lying around the room so you may steal them without knowing it was actually his plan all along

you wearing them is his favorite sight in the morning

which goes along perfectly with the lazy mornings you spend together, when he won't let you out of bed demanding some more cuddle time w his love

If you liked this pls reblog and comment so I know to write more like it reblogs >>> likes

[elyachkins]

on rooms and queer liberation in i'mma be by xlov

this is all just for fun, and my subjective interpreation etc etc (this is part two of this post and was originally written as an addition to this wonderful thread)

so i've talked about how the set of individual rooms is kind of like a mental box of sorts, something that the members are being forced into. what we see in the fake windows then, is what xlov truly desire. i want to expand on this idea, by going through each member in more detail.

for wumuti, it's an abstact flowing pattern, colorful and ever-changing. so i think, wumuti yearns for fluidity, the sense of one-ness and harmony with his surroundings. he's stuck in the room with a pedestal though, it's like the room is trying to force wumuti to insert himself into a strict hierarchy. but he chooses instead to lie on it, refusing to pick his position (wumuti being a survival shows veteran make this setting even funnier).

there are also these shots, where people around him are trying to grab and pull him, again reinforcing this feeling that everyone wants to push him around.

i'm going to skip rui for now, and instead talk about hyun. he's sitting in his room, sad and almost like waiting for something. there's a sense of isolation and smallness to him at times, like in the screenshot above.

we also see a bunch of papers floating around him, as there's a thunderstorm "outside". it makes me think that hyun's desire is to be able express himself, be angry even maybe.

you can also see him crumpling up a piece of paper in throwing it in the classroom. and there's a lot of crumpled up paper in the white-red location (it's the same set used for all the rooms and the exit doors), which i believe might be hyun's doing:

combined with how agressive and assertive he seems in all the other sets, i'm inclined to think that it's what he's been lacking. (with hyun being the only member we didn't know much about, this journey of being isolated and finally being able to show himself, also makes sense i think)

haru's trap seems to be infantilization. he's stuck in a room with a bed, that he's clearly outrgrew a long time ago. near the end of the video, he throws one of the plushies at the camera, as if in protest. his windows display a bunch of vegetables moving around. it reminds me of how we tend to associate liking vegetables or at least accepting them into our diet as somtehing adults do, kids are supposed to hate vegetables, right? so haru's wish, i think, is too be seen as an adult (he's the youngest in the group as well).

finally i can talk about rui. his desire is obviously to bloom. i left him for last, because i wanted to note that his room is empty. there're no props at all, except the flower that is growing out of him. it feels like he's been left all alone, with no resources, no nourishment, nothing. and yet he still manages to bloom, authentically and beautifully. (i don't know much of his personal story, so if this inerpretation makes sense for someone who actively followed his career lmk!)

now i want to tie these stories into the rest of the mv and give a very personal reading of it. as the op of the thread i've linked above mentions, the fact that there're four queens in the game of chess happening in the mv, means that at least three (or all of them) must've been pawns before, but have reached the opposite end of the board. and i get this feeling that the growth we see all of the members going through in their individual rooms is what led to their queening. by defying the limits that were being enforced onto them, they've managed to become the strongest chess piece with unlimited movements.

but the queen still can't leave the board, even though she can move in any direction. she's still limited by the game. only when she's captured and pushed outside, only then she can sense the existence of the world outside (you can see near the end of the video that the trash on the floor is moving, as if blown by the wind), and point the way out.

there're two doors, but we don't actually see which one xlov go through. maybe even they've found another way out.

it's interesting for me to think about this interpretation in the framework of queer assimilation vs liberation discource. xlov are trying to be themselves, while still obeying the rules of the game, they've even managed to become queens. but they're still limited, they're still controlled by the Players. it's only when they dare to step outside, they become free of any limits. only when they're free of the game itself, only then they become their true selves.

this was a very self indulgent analysis for fun, so thank you for reading till the end <3 i'm so happy to see more people bringing their own interpretations and meanings to this amazing debut!!

[ruhorih4ra]

Holaa! 🐏 I have finally finished editing the 8 part of this, it's quite long (compared to the others), so it probaby has more grammar mistakes since I kind of hate editing (YES I KNOW I ALREADY SAID THAT BEFORE BUT I REALLY REALLY HATE IT).

So, having said that: would you still read this Fanfic if I keep with the angst instead of moving on to the comfort were a worm?

👉🏻👈🏻 🪱

Flashbacks are written indented (this time heheh).

Also, this was not suppose to be a replaced!Au I fucking swear over all my forgotten wips, don't blame the fic, blame my writer skills JAJSJAJ so, no, Mc is not replaced. This trope is more like a ✨ misundertanding Replaced!Au ✨

Happy ending of course, I don't want to cry.

Finally, this part takes place after the little fight with Lucifer (part 6), we get to see what they did and thought.

Get out of my way 🌈

The Seven Lords of hell were hopeless, who would believe that being ageless hadn’t taught them a single damn thing about facing their emotions? It seems the safest option is to bury your feelings deep down until they come out like a grown-up angry demon.

Everyone in the house of lamentation heard your fight with Lucifer, it wouldn't be a surprise if all the shouting made its way to the castle as well.

Belphegor had remained with his face buried in the soft cow-print pillow, listening to every word with a calm he was far from feeling. When your voice broke, his fragile comfort broke too, he didn't try to lay his head again. He knew rest wouldn’t come soon.

Beelzebub was exercising, lifting weights. It wasn't unusual to hear Lucifer’s scolding, quite the opposite he dares to say. What was unfitting was hearing you scream with such anger and sadness. It brought him to a halt. As worried as he’d felt, he remained still with his arms holding the heavy weight.

While the silence filled the room and your voice faded, he felt the barbell was too much to bear, though he wasn't sure if it was the bar or the ominous silence that engulfed him.

Asmodeus absolutely hates being disturbed while painting his nails. Almost always ruins his ever perfect manicure, this time was no different. He was ready to complain to whoever was making such a fuss until he heard you. What do you mean by “forgotten about you” ? They would never do that! They love you more than their own sins! He's always pampering you with gifts and attention!

Just yesterday he had thought you would look great in the red suit he saw at the mall, he hadn't bought it tho. But what about those dramatic black shoes he saw at your favorite store! He frowned, slowly realizing he hadn't bought anything for you in quite some time. But you would never resent him for something material.

He bit his nails trying to remember the last time you both spend a full day together. Asmodeus averted his reflection in the mirror, how terrible it would be to see the truth in his own eyes.

Leviathan couldn't stop looking at the 'GAME OVER' screen in front of him. You called them a “Bunch of liars” that's not true! They love you, he loves you. You're his second player, his Henry. He looked at your empty place and wondered why you weren’t with him, why were you fighting Lucifer instead?

“My honorable Lord of Shadow, would you honor me?” You passed the controller to him, silently begging with your eyes, more than 1 hour stuck at the same level.

“Nu-uh. I must deny your request, my dear friend Henry” He said as he easily dodged an empty bottle of water. “Help me pass the level, you ass.” “I can't. This is for your own good.” But you didn’t miss the hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Pleaseee??” Leviathan tried, he really did. It's not his fault but muscle memory doing its job. “Thank you, Levi. You're the best!”

How did he even manage to win the game in less than 5 minutes?! Why are you laying your head on his shoulder?! He's going to collapse at any moment now.

“You'll always help me, right? With you, I'll never lose any game.”

He blushed just remembering. Still, your words echoed in his mind “Bunch of liars.” and the big and awful words remained on T.V.

'GAME OVER'

Will you give him another life? A second chance to win you over? Did he just lose in the stupidest way ever?

Satan arrived at HoL, accompanied by Sc. He couldn't shake the pain that had settled inside him back in the library. “I feel so abandoned.” He's surprised by his own stupidity.

How could he have treated you like that? Invalidating your feelings, it was more than simply jealousy, much more than that. You felt lonely, excluded, abandoned.

“Shut up, Satan.” “You need to rest, you are human.” You pretended to ignore him as you continued reading. “Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought I was an angel.” He chuckled and took the book from your hands.

“You are. My one and only guardian angel.” “Demons don't have guardian angels. Give me back my book.” You were tired but Satan's words were engraved on your heart. He had told you how lonely he had been feeling lately. “SHH.”

He big spoon you. Your head resting on his chest. He started reading for you. “Thanks for being here, Mc.” You shook your head, already halfway into dreamland.

“No, Satan. Thanks for letting me be here.”

“They were reading... 'How to get ride of annoying demons' heh, they want to get rid of us.” The mere thought of letting you go hurt him to the core, steals all his wrath and morphed it into pain. “Satan, don't worry. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.”

“I’d read them the instructions for getting rid of our pacts if they just let me hold them close again.” He ran a hand through his hair for the thousandth time.

“Forget it, I would read them every torture method they could use on us. Every curse, each damned echantation to hurt us.” His breathing became erratic as he fought the urge of tearing off his own hair.

“Calm down, Satan! Breathe!” Sc was nervous, she was unaware of how much of your time together she had taken. Now, she felt helpless watching the mess she had unintentionally done.

“What if they decide to leave us?! No, what if they decide to leave me?!” Satan didn’t notice his state, his demon form out. His eyes gleamed dangerously and his fangs showing.

“They won't! We'll talk, this is just a big misunderstanding, okay?” The black-haired lady was honestly terrified, how you manage to calm down seven demons was beyond her comprehension.

She was begging whoever could listen to her, that you would find in yourself the kindness to forgive these idiot demons who know nothing of emotions.

While Sc was outside, confronting a panicked Satan, Mammon was still glued to the same spot where you’d left him. As if your previous order had been for him rather than for Lucifer.

He could barely remember your words, the only thing that occupied his mind was your pained face. Your eyebrows arched to show sorrow, your eyes filled with tears. The way your mouth twisted into a broken smile as you fought back tears.

The saddest smile he had ever seen on you. But the worst of all was the shock, the shock in your eyes.

From his perspective, you looked surprised and frightened in equal measure. Did you realized something? “Mammon, it's okay, alright? Stop crying.” He narrowed his eyes, he saw Lucifer’s worried face apparently calling him but instead of his voice he heard yours.

“They don't mean it, they love you. I love you.” You held his head in your hands, giving him pecks first on his forehead and then all over his face.

“Please, say something.” Mammon had gone quiet after a slightly more violent than usual fight with his brothers, he had run to his room followed by you. His face was blank and you knew that was a bad sign.

“A scumbag and an idiot who can't do shit. A shitty big brother.” He repeated the words and you felt a lump in your throat. “That's stupid. You're none of those things” You wiped the single tear that had slipped down Mammon's cheek.

“You're so smart, very handsome.” You caressed his hair while continuing to praise him. “You are my first! The one who helped me more than anyone.”

“Lucifer saved your life. I couldn't do it, not that time or any other time.” Now his face was an actual waterfall of tears. “You saved me first. I wouldn't have survived the Devildom without a friend. You were the first to offer me your friendship. You're the Great Mammon, remember?”

Because of his tears he saw you with blurry eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. Your eyes were mesmerizing, as if someone had taken a ray of celestial light and shoved it inside them.

The words escaped without him being able to stop them. “You're gorgeous.” You blushed as soon as you heard him and quickly averted his eyes as a small smile appeared on your face. “I said that out loud? No way! It's not true! Y-you heard me wrong! I said that YOU ARE GORGEOUS! wait no-” You roar with laughter like a half-dead seal, but in Mammon’s ears it sounded heavenly and soon he joined.

“I wouldn't trade you for anything, Mammon.”

“I wouldn't trade them for anything, I wouldn't.” Mammon was crying in Lucifer's arms, clinging to him like a lost child. “I swear, Lucifer. Please do something.”

Lucifer felt useless, a complete fool. Why did he ask you such a stupid question? Was it born out of worry and anxiety? You were right, anything could have happen to you.

That's exactly what he fears the most, something or somebody hurt you and he hadn't been there to protect you. He was watching a movie instead, even when he saw you leave he hadn't tried to stop you, why?

He would have preferred you to throw a tantrum, fake everything, whatever to avoid admitting how he had failed you. How he had failed you again.

You were absolutely right, he is arrogant and stupid.

“Don't cry, Mammon. We will talk with them, they'll understand.” Mammon separated from Lucifer’s embrace, shaking his head. “They don't trust us anymore.” Lucifer remembered how you had closed your eyes when he was trying to caress you. The sudden fear in your eyes, the trembling of your legs.

He would never hurt you. Except that he has hurt you plenty of times before. Maybe his father was right all along, he wasn't meant to care and protect, only to kill and destroy.

“Who’s a good demon, hm? Who is it? You! You are a good demon!!” You pat Lucifer's head, smiling so much it almost hurts.

He'd only shared a bottle of wine that he had bought in the human world a long time ago. Who would have thought that you would end up like this? Happily giggling like a toddler.

Lucifer was ashamed and, much to his surprise, amused. “You're bolder than usual, my love.” You sat on his lap and cupped his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“My morning star, so good, what a good demon you are.” His eyes shone when he met yours, he recognized pure love through your gaze, deep and sincere. “I'm not a good demon, Mc. There are not good demons.”

He felt your forehead on his.

“I'm looking at one right now.” He smiled and thought to himself. “If they think so, maybe I can try.”

He's going to try. Lucifer swallowed, his throat still sore. “We'll try, we'll do better.”

Part. 9 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

Thank youuu so much for reading!(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡♡

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[itsgirlcraft]

Small collection of goofy ahh dreams I've had

Weird dream 7/5/23: Someone referred to the Steves as fruits. Time Steve quick-changed into jeans. I had colorful balls in my backpack, which seemed to turn into Steves (ie Red Steve).

Weird dream 10/15/23: Steve themed Barbies/Kens

Weird dream 8/13/23: watching Twisted Rainbow on late night tv, it's echoing across my dark, silent house. The TV and my phone start glitching, and I can't pause. Loud..Elite suddenly can hear me. He appears, and I have to hide him in my closet

The funniest:

Weird dream 10/3/23: Plastic piss legs being sold at a grocery store. "This has been generously donated by over 1,000 anonymous donors"

Weird dream 10/1/23: Gargoyle (?)/beast master gal, werewolf wheelchair, apocalypse. Elemental (movie) Ember/Wade, MLP, Fluttershy/Applejack/Sunset Shimmer, Jesus (what), Saga/Quest, others (ocs), TOH Hunter at the mall.

And the board game/TR and RQ crossover au one:

Weird Dream 8/19/23: Dream 1, Board gqme Steve Saga roll dice pick clothes make up own story. Dream 2 tr shadow in rq, turn into diff char like Faceless, maybe Elemental first but he forget then becomes time but have to pretend bc Sabre there, they find Elemental dead. Sabre leave Shadow to mourn, shadow take off time's mask and starts loudly worrying abt situation, Sabre hear and discover shadow. Shadow/Sabre find time in time dimension in unknown machine, time worrying more abt Elemental dead than shadow situation. Shadow put into machine after give time clothes back, all go to sleep, shadow wake up in lights body, pretend for guards until can ask where Sabre. Guards don't know, shadow tp time dimension, all freak out again (Sabre yell at shadow for doing it on purpose, shadow deny close to tears, admit he almost scream when see he was light). Sabre decide shadow can't be out of sight at any time, shadow agree, shadow realize don't know how to "take off" light, light body stuck to him, panic. Find light in sewers/prison of rw kingdom, even madder at shadow than Sabre, shadow want to hide, bandanna finally appear, edge of ears/hands turn shadow again. Shadow still stuck as light but give back clothes/accessories/armor/etc.

Andddd finally... Weird dream 6/26/22 Girl posse vs Steves! Ft some artistic interpretations!

Anyway it started out with me in a relatively small room alone, watching a video on a TV that showcased some sort of Steve-related thing, like an AU or something? I thought it was just a silly little video until I ended up in a bigger room with 6 other girls, at this table. We each had a sheet of paper, and we had to figure out which of 8 boxes was the correct one. We all agreed eventually on the top left. We were also required to draw something in the other boxes. The two girls next to me saw my cool art of RQ and SS and tried to draw that too.

However, then the girl to my left looked at me with fear. A loud noise came from the front door. She asked me loudly, over the noise, if I thought we could summon a hero and not just get info but that their presence would eliminate the enemy outside. I couldn't understand what she was saying, so I just said I didn't know. I was busy thinking about if the hero in question was Sabre, and somehow knew the entity outside was Dread Steve. I also was considering the strange video from earlier, didn't it mention something about the heroines being able to temporarily summon a hero to gain knowledge?

Later on, we escape from the building but as I leave I have visions of a dark-haired boy, bleeding from several wounds. A girl sitting on the floor begs him not to go, saying he was dying. He looks at her with a sad smile, kneeling down. He says he has to go save the world, and he kisses her on the forehead before walking away. The girl is teary-eyed, knowing he won't last another day. I choose to ignore the vision and that's when I hear a bunch of lightning as some of the girls run back in, frightened.

I'm not super freaked out though, as if I expected this to happen. After the lightning is done, we cautiously go back outside. The outside area has concrete ground and these sturdy crates stacked up in neat piles all over the place, the piles are at least 6 or 8 feet high. I spot a concerning scene: the girl in red and the girl in blue were laying out on the concrete, Blue being soaking wet and Red having dried blood splattered beneath them. Both looked unconscious.

The girl in green ran to Red, picking her up slightly to see where the wound was and how bad it was. Blue woke up confused by the fact that she was soaking wet. Also the blood looked like this

Yeah, somehow I feel like Red was not the only one who bled there. Anyway after Blue wakes up and Green is handling Red's injury I hear one of the girls shout, "the hero!" I race over to see the other girls looking at this white thing with ribbons attached to it like this:

(It was a mushroom-shaped plastic white object, with little "teeth" lines on the inside)

For whatever reason, we all knew this had something to do with the lightning and somehow they all thought this thing implied that the hero disappeared before we could see them. One girl said "we're too late" with a defeated look on her face. This was the point when I opened my eyes, realized it was past 4 am, and decided to try going to bed and seeing how things go. I took control of the dream, as I no longer was able to actually dream. I decided I was Indigo.

I knelt down, seeing the object up close. I uttered "Light.." under my breath with a sudden realization widening my eyes. I stood up and told everyone to spread out, certain that he was still there. I went straight to a nearby building just beyond some crates, where I discovered Light Steve, except he looked...different somehow. I realize that RQ and SS Light must have merged, and they were having trouble figuring out how to coexist. I go in, trying to calm Light down and calmly explain that I was the same species as Sabre. Light grew more trusting of me knowing that I somehow was aware of or knew Sabre. I convince him to come out and meet the others. He awkwardly waves to them after running over when I shouted out that I had found him.

But then another round of lightning strikes. I immediately go into fight-or-flight, as the sudden loud noise causes sensory overload. Afterwards, I realize that not everyone was with us. Violet and Orange were nowhere to be seen. I get up and immediately start towards where the lightning struck, worriedly asking where they were.

I ask Light to follow me and the others to stay. I climb up a stack of crates and see Dark Steve, except just like Light he was both RQ and SS Dark. I push down my fear, walking right up to him. I speak his name, and he turns toward me with an intimidating look on his face. Except I notice RQ Dark is freaking out while SS is angry and trying to fight himself. I manage to befriend RQ Dark, but SS Dark makes it difficult. Eventually SS completely loses it and lobs a fireball in my direction. I manage to avoid it, and quickly tell both Light and Dark that they should be able to unmerge manually.

Light does so as RQ Dark overpowers SS Dark, the Steves unmerging right before my eyes. RQ Dark is pushed to the floor as SS Dark runs off a bit, preparing to summon lava. I quickly explain that RQ Dark is kind and that the 3 of them will need to work together to stop SS Dark. They hesitate, as RQ Light and RQ Dark are archenemies. But after I run off to avoid the lava, they quickly agree to team up. I watch as the three fly up with SS Dark, preparing to fight.

I shout a few words of encouragement before spotting the girl in violet and the girl in orange behind a bunch of crates. I run over, confirming that neither were hurt. I explain that the two white entities are on our side, and that the dark figure with a missing eye is on our side too. I watch the fight for a moment, noticing snow building up on the ground. Snowballs, of course! I instruct the girls to follow me back to the others, and we manage to sneak out without being caught.

I give a quick recap of what happened and that we could help the fight by throwing snowballs at "the punk-looking dark entity making lava." Green tells Red to stay behind, as she wasn't in a bad place but her head was scraped up so it was for the best. As we made our way towards the battle, I explained that there were two dark entities and only one was currently evil. Yellow questions why, but we get there before I can answer her. We grab handfuls of snow, and I showed who was the evil one by hitting SS Dark in the head. I also run, showing how to avoid getting burned by him with Sabre's good ol' "run as fast as you can while the evil guy destroys the ground around you" strategy. As Dark turned towards me, RQ Light threw a fireball at his chest while he was distracted. Dark returned to fighting, and the girls and I slow/distract Dark with snowballs.

[respectthepetty]

So are we gonna talk about the colors in MLC or...? They've been exchanging colors left and right and I need a big brained person with smart words to make a post about it

Anon, the reason I haven't written about the color exchange of Jim's/Li Ming's sun red and Wen's/Heart's moon blue is because Moonlight Chicken hurts my feelings. Yeah, you read that right. This show hurts me, very deeply. Why, you ask? Well...

Jim is wary of blue boy Wen for a very good reason:

Jim's ex was the moon to his sun, and he easily exchanged colors with him. That dirty bastard!

Not only was Jim's ex a blue moon, but someone else is trying to take that spot:

Gaipa is trying to be the next moon in Jim's eyes, but only one blue moon is willing to actually compromise and take on Jim's sun red.

And that blue moon is Wen.

To start at the beginning-ish for those who are confused - Wen is blue which represents the moon; Jim is red which represents the sun.

They must compromise and meet in the middle at dawn. Other blue moons (like his ex and Gaipa) don't seem to be too interested in the meeting in the middle part.

Heart and Li Ming are also a blue moon and a red sun. Li Ming is such a red sun that his watch, his bike, and his phone are all red while Heart's entire life is lived in the blue.

And Wen understands that he is dealing with red suns.

Which is why even though he wore blue the first day on the job,

He quickly got with the program and tried a little red-adjacent orange to match Jim's obvious blue. *gotta ease Jim into it like a baby bird, can't be too aggressive or he'll get scared*

Because he knows to get close to this shy red sun, he can't flat out wear the red, he takes a tip from Jim.

Keep wearing the orange, so Jim knows that Wen is interested, and Jim will keep getting closer to Wen's blue.

Because eventually, Jim's not going to notice once Wen has already settled into his heart and started wearing his red while Jim starts fully wearing Wen's blue.

However, it gets complicated in episode four, and Alan, a true blue, shows up. Wen is in Jim's red BUT his shirt underneath with its blue and red stripes shows that Wen is not only literally caught between Jim and Alan, but he is also stuck color-wise between them.

But on the bright side, our mini blue moon and red sun are doing great!

Li Ming wore his blue Sesame Street "Everything I learned was from the street" shirt, and Heart had his blue and red striped shirt because they are in love, your honor:

Li Ming is surrounded by Heart's love.

And Li Ming gives Heart so much warmth and love in Heart's cold dark room.

Heart notices Li Ming is sad in Heart's deep blue because Heart understands that kind of sadness when nobody listens to him.

So he tries to give Li Ming back a little red, but he only has pink. *note the sign language posters on Heart's closet door*

They go on their date with a tiny bit of their love showing through the exchange of color on their bags.

And even though Heart is sad knowing Li Ming wants to go to America, the reds still stand out in his room a bit more because Li Ming's love is still present there (the two red hats and the red chair are lit by light).

Sidenote: Li Ming is obsessed with America.

The posters in his room are all American themed: American Flag in front of the Capitol, the Statue of Liberty, New York skyline.

His bed is red and blue striped which could be a mixing of colors, symbolic for Thailand (red, white, and blue flag as well), or...America. He wears Tommy Hilfiger (while sitting at the stairs with Heart), which isn't too strange, but he also wears the Tommy Hilfiger with the company's signature red, white, and blue on it *peep the collar*

And next week, while out joy riding, he wears the American flag sweatshirt with Heart in his signature blue.

Is Li Ming going to be like his namesake's character in his uncle's favorite movie and move to America where Heart will have to meet him years later?

Well, first we have to get through the bike accident next week.

So, yeah, like I wrote - This show hurts my feeling. Every. Damn. Episode.

*goes off to eat a pint of cotton candy candy ice cream only to cry some more when the colors remind me of this show!*

[sunwarmed-ash]

Some prompts for ya, I'm thinking ST ships.

Polaroid Camera | Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips

Leather Belt | New Bed Sheets | Chocolate Chip Cookies

Back Seat | River | Camp Trail

These are amazing I'm adding all of these to my tumblr prompt lists for later! My brain is the big sads so this is all like pre smut but there's still some cute shit in there <3 thank you this is just what I needed

❄️Snow | Cold Fingers & Warm Lips💋

Mungrove 

AN: I love the idea of billy and eddie being neighbors okay 

It’s cold today. And yeah, its always cold in Hawkins in the winter time, but today is like, record breaking cold, like ‘you should be worried about the effects on the planet as a whole,’ cold. It fucking sucks, but by some miracle, the camper still has electricity and heat.

Eddie's warming his extremities in front of a space heater in the living room when there's a sharp series of knocks on his front door.

He opens the door to his new (within the year new) neighbor, California transplant Billy Hargrove, who looks positively frozen on the spot.

“Powers out,” is all he says by way of explanation before shouldering his way inside. 

“Oh shit,” Eddie says, looking across the street to the Mayfields/Hargrove's dark trailer. “What about your fami-”

“Motel. They’re fine.”

“Oh. Well, not that I don’t like your company, but uh, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Do you really think I want to be stuck in a fucking motel room with them?”

“Fair point,” Eddie snorts. Red was cool, but he didn't know much about her mom. And he knew too much about Neil. So instead of kicking the man out, he says “Make yourself at home.”

Billy goes immediately for the space heater and pulls his gloveless hands out of his jacket. He’s not wearing anything thicker than that faded brown leather jacket Eddie’s seen him rock at parties and jeans.

“Dude…”

“What?” Billy snaps, rotating his blue, most likely numb fingers in front of the space heater. 

“You still haven’t gotten a proper jacket?”

“Didn't think I’d still be here,” Billy replies bitterly. And again, Eddie can't blame him. He knows how much Billy misses California. And how in Billy's twisted mind he misinterprets buying a winter coat as permanent as setting up roots and buying a house in Hawkins. 

“Well, you are,” Eddie says, walking over to Billy’s side and flopping down on the ground to his right. “And in addition to that, you're here, so at least let me help.” He reaches out to take Billy’s hands into his own. Gentle, because they were going to hurt once they got circulation again, and started to rub across the palm with his fingers. His fingers are colder than ice, and knowing Billy, they have likely been like this for a while. The thing about Billy is, he only asks for help when he's desperate, and he never, ever uses those words. 

Eddie looks over the purple digits again with a frown and brings Billy's hand close to his mouth. 

Billy’s yank back was not only predictable but expected.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and while his voice is harsh, angry, his eyes are terrified, searching for any indication Eddie is setting him up for ridicule. 

Eddie isn’t. He wouldn’t do that. They’ve already been about as intimate as you can be with a person in the 7 weird months of their new friendship, but that doesnt mean Billy stops being Billy. 

“Do you want to lose your fingers?” Eddie asks.

“What?”

“Look at em. That’s not a good color.”

“That’s why I went to the space heater!” Billy defends. 

“Suit yourself,” Eddie shrugs, not giving up, but knowing Billy needs to be lured in a very specific way. “Might be kinda hard to jerk off without fingers. Hey! Maybe you could have them amputate the whole thing and get one of those cool hook hands! Wouldn't really solve the jerking off problem though…”

“Oh my GOD,” Billy huffs before shoving his hands back into Eddie’s face. Anything to get him to just stop talking.  

Eddie tries not to laugh too hard or boast his victory but he can’t help but feel good knowing the holes in Billy’s defenses.  

Eddie takes Billy’s right hand back into his hands and starts to rub across the slightly frostbitten skin. 

“Keep your other one near the heater,” he instructs, knowing there's no way he would convince Billy to touch any other part of Eddie’s skin at this stage. Billy does, and Eddie continues rubbing warmth and circulation back into the blonde’s hand. “Let me know when you start to feel it, it’s probably going to hurt.”

“Yeah, I know,” Billy huffs, looking pointedly everywhere but back at Eddie. 

“Want to smoke tonight?” Eddie offers, hoping to lighten some of the tension. 

“You got some bud?”

“Course I do,” Eddie laughs, rubbing across Billy’s palm. “Can you fold your fingers towards your palm yet?”

Billy turns his palm in Eddie’s hand and folds all of his fingers at the knuckle towards the palm. He winces a little but it's progress from where he started. His fingers are still a darker color than Eddie likes so he cups the folded hand in both of his and lowers his mouth closer. Billy doesnt pull away this time. Instead, he feels Billy’s breath inhale sharply at the same time Eddie exhales localized heat across his fingertips. If he was any closer, he’d be kissing them.  

“Eddie…” Billy gasps, quieter than a whisper. 

It's not necessarily intimate, but to Billy it must feel it, because his voice cracks the way it only does when he’s heavily, emotionally conflicted about something. 

Fortunately for Billy, Wayne comes storming out of his bedroom and into the common area just then. Billy pulls his hands back into his pockets and Eddie sits back on his hands like they hadn’t just been touching. 

It's ridiculous really, Wayne knows about Eddie. But still. Billy is always abundantly careful for the sake of his life.  

Wayne looks stressed, and Eddie is suddenly worried something awful has happened. 

“Everything okay Wayne?”

“Yeah, Claudia Henderson got stuck on her way coming home. She had to walk over a mile in this snow just to call me. I’m gonna go pull her car out, take her home.”

Wayne Munson. Patron Saint, he swears.

“Uh, alright, well, you should be careful too.” Eddie says, because he knows his van sure as hell won’t make it out of the park let alone all the way across town to bail him out if he gets stuck too. 

“I’ll be fine Eds,” Wayne says, a little impatient. Though Eddie can’t really blame him. He would hate to have to leave the warm area of his home to brace the snow too. “Be good you two, you hear,” he says, looking specifically at Eddie. 

Eddie threw his hands up in a scouts honor and it at least made Wayne laugh. “Yeah yeah.”

-

As soon as Wayne leaves, Billy exhales the tension he’s been holding. His hands seek out Eddie’s now; the back of Billy’s hand smacking Eddie impatiently until he continued the previous warming treatment. It was so goddamn funny and so Billy Hargrove Eddie bursts out laughing. 

“You're ridiculous,” Eddie says, taking Billy’s other hand and resuming his previous actions. 

“Whatever, you're into it.” Billy says, a little mean, but then he smirks and Eddie just about melts in place. 

“I uh, I didn't offer this before because of Wayne, but-”

Billy can already read the writing on the wall and smirks as Eddie starts to move closer. The musician climbs into the blonde’s lap, taking each of Billy’s still chilled hands and moving them under his Hellfire shirt towards his stomach. As soon as his icy digits touch soft skin Eddie gasps, loud as the chill freezes him to the bone. It doesn't take long to melts into something so much hotter though. Billy’s hands move across his skin grip just above the top hem of his jeans. He squeezes tight, holding Eddie right where he wants him. 

“Fuck me,” Eddie pants, because it really is cold, but he loves Billy’s hands on him. Any way he can get them. 

“Funny,” Billy purrs, pulling Eddie closer as he starts an array of sharp nips up Eddie’s neck, “I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Please, Billy,” Eddie pants and that’s all it takes. Billy stands and lifts them both off of the leather sofa, holding Eddie against his body as he walks back into his bedroom, sharp teeth finally making contact with the meat of his neck.

[ghossttoast]

Are we connected?

Chapter four: More social interaction then a depressed teenager can handle

first ,previous

(A/N: This chapter was going to be longer but i literally just couldnt sorry if the cutoff point is wonky but i need to stay on schedule there is a non zero chance i get grounded so if i miss an update or three you'll know why BUT grounded or not the next chapter will be decently long. Slightly extra but if/when I ever write another fic it is going exclusively on my ao3 linking all the previous chapters is so much work holy)

They wandered around town, once again talking to literally everyone they could, much to their dismay, having to socialize with this many people was awful. Having to be out this much was so odd to them, they only people they’d ever hung out with were Asriel, December, and Noelle, and they hadn't done that in a long time. It's not like they were against having friends again, but none of this was their choice. They had honestly mostly been disassociating, it wasn't like they had to pay attention when they weren't the one deciding where they were going or responding to any conversation.

“S-Susie!?” A high-pitched voice dragged them out of their thoughts.

“Noelle!” The voice in the back of their head spoke up, “Hell yeah, I was hoping to see you!”

“W-what are you doing here!?” She asked, ignoring the fact Kris was also there, but that's fine, not like they care or anything.

“I’m just following Kris” Susie shrugged, “I think we’re here to see your dad… again” She didn't seem too thrown by that at least.

“Oh… really?” Noelle apparently did, though, “That's really thoughtful of you Kris,” She smiled at them.

“It makes sense, Kris is weird like that,” Susie spoke idly, earning another look from Noelle.

Noelle knows Kris, she knows that they’re weird, but she knows they’re not weird ‘like that’. Noelle knows what Kris would normally be doing on a weekend, and that's laying in their bed, not walking around talking to people, not visiting her dad. Kris knows she knows this, they know she can tell they’re being different, and they can't tell her why. They want to tell her, they want to ask for help, but they can't say anything, they’re stuck in their own body.

Noelle looked as if she was about to comment on it but cut herself off as Susie turned to actually look at her, “I’m gonna go talk to my dad now!” She said, moving just fast enough to not be running into the hospital.

Kris, of course, followed her inside, messing with the piano and the lady at the front desk before going into Rudy’s room.

“Hey Krismas!” Rudy called from his bed, “Noelle said you were gonna show,” He grinned “And Susie, cool to see you again, I’m sure that’ll be more common,” He laughed, or wheezed

“D-dad!” Noelle squealed, smacking him on the shoulder

“Huh…?” Luckily for Noelle, Susie didn’t seem to understand what Rudy was implying

“Nothing, nothing,” Rudy said, his voice holding that wheezy laugh

“Ugh, Rudy, I love you, please don't die, I’d be very sad,” The player’s voice echoed in the back of Kris’s mind, and they tried to will it into shutting up. Rudy wasn't going to die. Kris had known him their whole life, and he was always strong, he was just a little sick right now, but he wasn't going to die. Kris didn't even want to think about what that would do to Noelle.

They walked over to go talk to Noelle and Rudy until the player had exhausted all the dialog options given to it. Kris is incredibly glad its limited to just that, they have no idea what it would do if it was given totally free rein, and they don't want to.

After The Player had double-checked, it had interacted with everything it could, Kris, finally, headed towards the door.

“Oh Kris, wait!” Noelle called, just as they were about to leave, “Would you wanna hang out at my place later, after you're done with… whatever it is you’re doing I mean, Susie can come to- If she wants!” She added the last bit quickly, her face getting red.

“No way, Holiday house!” The Player cheered, immediately deciding for them that they would be going.

“Great!” Noelle smiled at ‘Kris’s’ response, “I’m gonna hang out with dad a bit more, but I’ll be waiting by the gate whenever you’re ready” She finished

Kris nodded as they left the room, turning to Susie once they both left the building

“Do you wanna come?” They asked her

“Uh, I could.” She started, seemingly a bit caught off guard, “It doesn't seem like she likes me very much, I think I scare her” She finished, looking away “Susie, stop being STUPID” The Player yelled, which Kris honestly agreed with, Noelle was incredibly obvious with her feelings. To be fair, Susie was also incredibly dense.

“She likes you,” Kris informed her

“You think…?” She asked, more so to herself.

The pair went back to walking for a bit, eventually reaching Flower king. Kris stepped inside, looking at all the various things around the entryway.

“Are we like supposed to be in here?” Susie asked, “Don't get me wrong, I'm all good with breaking and entering, just wanna be prepared if we gotta fight the cops,” She finished, slamming her fist into her hand with a grin.

As she finished, one of the doors to the back opened, causing her to sort of bunch up in shock.

“Hello? Is someone there?” Asgore asked, as he walked into the main area, “Oh, Kris, howdy” He greeted them as he walked over, looking as if he was about to go in for a hug but stopping himself before awkwardly patting them on the head instead.

“Aw, no Asgore hug” The Player complained, “Dude honestly one of those would fix me” It added, Kris disagrees, they don't think anything could fix it.

“Oh uh-” Asgore paused as he noticed Susie, “Howdy, I’m Asgore, Kris’s dad,” He introduced himself, holding his hand out to her.

“Uh, Susie sir,” She paused before taking his hand and getting a firm handshake from him

“Ah, good to meet you! Kris, I’m glad you’re bringing your friends around, feel free to stay for as long as you like,” He told them with a grin

They nodded and looked around the back, now that those doors were open, before heading back out. They headed towards the water and stood on the weird circle, staring down.

“Onion-san summoning,” The Player said to itself, but after a while nothing had shown up “Abandonment,” it sighed.

“Hey Kris, check this out!” Susie called as she tossed a rock into the water, creating a small splash, “Nice, right?” She asked with a smug look on her face.

Kris paused before crouching down and finding a rock of their own, they ran their hand over its surface and mimicked the motion of throwing it before tossing it out, watching it as it skipped across the water.

“Woah sick!”

“Oh nice!”

Exclamations rang out, close to being in sync and, despite their disdain for one of the voices, Kris was proud to hear people actually being impressed by them.

“Dude, where’d you learn to do that!?” Susie asked, shoving them slightly, “You gotta quit hiding skills from me!”

“My brother taught me a while back,” They shrugged, thinking back on the memory, it was a while back, a good few years ago by now. Kris and Asirel’s parents had been encouraging them to go out more, looking back they probably didn't want them to be in the house while they argued, Asriel would stop by the Holiday’s house and bother December into coming out with Noelle. They’d all gone to various spots around town, but they specifically remembered that time by the water, Asriel was showing off by skipping as many rocks as far as he could. Kris remembers it being so cool to watch, and they had bothered him until he actually showed him how, they’d ended up spending a couple of hours out there until Kris was sure they had perfected it.

It was a nice memory, of course, but it felt so bittersweet now, Asriel was away at college, they hadn't really been talking to Noelle, and Dess was… gone. Kris wishes they could go back to how things were, when they were younger.

“Hey, Kris, You good?” Susie questioned, waving her hand in front of their face.

“Huh?- Yeah.” They blinked, “Yeah, I’m fine”

“You looked… down,” She said, taking a step back so she wasn't so close to their face

“Don't worry about it,” They waved her off

“If you say so,” She muttered, shoving her hands into her pockets

Kris nodded as they went back to walking, making their way towards the diner. The building was mostly empty, save for a froggit and a mouse(?) in an abnormally tall hat sitting at the bar, and the rabbit woman behind it.

“Oh, Kris, hey sugar, welcome back,” She smiled warmly at them “I see you brought a friend,” She said gesturing to Susie, who waved awkwardly. She paused for a second before continuing, “Today's a slow day, why don't you two go take a seat in the corner, and I’ll bring you some hot cocoa on the house,” She offered.

“Oh hell yeah, cocoa!” The player said, immediately moving to pick yes.

[loser-jpg]

I hope u are still taking requests 🤗

So a oneshot with twst boys where yuu is going through a lot but doesn’t like to share it with her friends bcoz she thinks they won’t care ( because of her past experience with her friends) . Just a comfort fic with all of them trying to comfort them in their own way

I only write gn or masc reader so i switched it to gn, hope thats ok.

also i got really inspired while making this and kinda went overboard with the length so i decided to make a couple chapters to get each character in, ill add links to the other chapters as I write them

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

It had been a couple months since Yuu had found their way to Twisted Wonderland. The initial adrenaline rush had worn off long ago, but the never ending excitement of meeting new people and experiencing new things kept them distracted for a while. Now that things were dying down and falling into a day to day rhythm, Yuu couldn't help but begin to think back to their home, and all the people they left. They were grateful, of course, for all the new friends they had made, but that wasn't to say they wanted to abandon the ones they already had. And what about their family? Were they ok? Did something happen to them in the time Yuu was gone? Yuus thoughts only got more and more anxiety riddled the more time they spent at NRC.

I can't really tell anyone though. They'll get annoyed with me. It's not their problem I'm stuck here.

Yuus poker face must have betrayed them because it was only a few days of silent brooding before they were confronted by Kalim.

"Hey, Yuu! Come with me to Scarabia!"

"Sure, why though?"

"You'll see!" Yuu followed along with interest as Kalim dragged them through the Hall of Mirrors back to his dorm. Kalim was in such an unnecessary rush he was practically pushing them by the time they smelled whatever was being cooked in the Scarabia kitchen.

"You seemed sad recently so Jamil agreed to cook for you! Whenever I'm sad either Jamils cooking cheers me up, or throwing a party does, but Jamil said you probably didn't want a party." Kalim was right about that, Yuu didn't really want any sort of party, but the small act of kindness from the two boys warmed their heart, even if they didn't know why Yuu was upset.

"Kalim invited some classmates from Heartslaybul, against my better input, but he said you wouldn't mind." Jamil barely looked at Yuu for a second, but they could tell he was just as concerned for them as Kalim. It made them feel a little guilty, to make their friends worry, but the attention was nice.

"Hey, Yuu how ya doin. Kalim said you were sad." Yuu hadn't noticed, but Trey, Cater, and Riddle had walked into the room where Yuu and the two Scarabia boys were. Cater had sat down across from Yuu and went right to talking with them, thoroughly ignoring the now slightly annoyed Jamil and Riddle.

"Cater! Ah, I'm fine. Sorry I don't want you guys to worry for me or anything." Yuu laughed half-heartedly, trying to brush off their embarrassment.

"It's fine Yuu, you're our friend so we want to make sure you're okay." Trey set down a box infront of Yuu, before going over to talk to Jamil who was currently dealing with an over-energized Kalim.

"It's important for students at Night Raven College to be at their best so they may also present their best. It's...also important that you are doing well because we care for you, BUT IT IS MORE IMPORTANT THAT YOUR ATTITUDE REFLECTS THE STATE OF THIS SCHOOL." Riddle practically ran through that middle phrase, almost to the point where Yuu didn't catch it, luckily they did, but Riddle walked off red-faced before they could thank him.

"Those are for you btw, Trey made them." Yuu opened the box in front of them to see multiple small baked goods. Too many for them to eat on their own, but nonetheless they thanked Trey, and the others for their kindness. It was nice to know there were people who cared enough to go out of their way even though Yuu didn't tell them how they felt.

end of chapter 1

Thanks for sending me a request <3

[wyldwolves]

WHO : NYMOR & LYANNA ( @ofnobilites )

WHERE : DRIFTMARK

Lyanna leaned upon the doorframe into the room that kept the sword in the morning captive, stuck to his bed left to as maesters, septas and physicians monitored his condition closely. All in the name of healing, they kept a warrior tied to his bed, and she stood as a silent observer as people came and went, watching a man she had nearly over a month ago drank, danced, and sang along with. She would've likely at that time done much more had she never heard the sound of a voice whose words tormented her now. lyanna had afterall thought of him as quite the package, a whole meal if one were serious about analogies involving food. Lyanna though starved and her tongue was burned again with the bitter taste of rejection scorned and quietly forlorn. A heart had dropped to her stomach and ached within the pit, gnawing and in pain. She'd given a banquet overflowing with passionate desire, rich and decadent things in a world full of those who starved to a man who would rather starve than eat from the palm of her hand. Lyanna had given a banquet of love more incredible than he would know in anyone else if every single one of a rotten roses lovers were added together it would be less than a crumb in the banquet of her love and affection. Lorent wished to starve rather than sit alone at a table Lyanna had once offered him. Lyanna was aware, though, that she was the disgusting bowl of awful that had been served to him on the road, detesting the thought of growing full and being satisfied by her and her alone. Lyanna remembered how Nymor had looked at her, half hungry just for a kiss to thank her for the cheek she'd given and how, before the world fell apart, they all enjoyed one final night before tragedy descended in waves of war. They were friends, Lyanna shouldn't have thoughts like this but a heart that was broken only wished to reach out to warm hands to help kill sadness. The last time she'd smiled on Driftmark a brother was alive and this man, more whole than he was now, had made her cheeks red and a heart complete enough with laughter.

"Should I throw them all out, my friend, your meddlesome nursemaids, and pushy physicians. Would a dornishman have a northern woman care for him for a while?" She chuckled with a soft smile, moving away from the attendants that came in and out, grimacing playfully as she narrowly avoided being knocked over by one. Stepping into the room, slipping in the Stark girl gestured toward the stream of this one and that with a gaze focused on the Dayne "Can't promise we have as much fun as last time we were both together in this place but if you are a good patient, I can see about good food and better company, Nymor. What say you spend a little time with your wolfen girl and she can see if she can get the stars to shine again? This or do we finally feed you to the dragons - you might be too much for them to handle however I think I could take you on, friend. I can only imagine how confined you feel."

[im-a-chunky-potato]

Potato, help T^T.

please give some happy Nikolai moment T^T.

i can't take the sadness (i already have enough in the real world. i don't need more T^T).

UHHHHHH HOLD PLEASE

You open your eyes, peering around the room you find yourself in. It's very bare, more like a storage closet than anything else.

In the middle there stands a strange man, standing out around everything else. His outfit is...odd to say the least, black and white with a cape and red gloves. His face is much odder though, with an eyepatch of sorts covering his left right eye. A long white braid stretches down his back as well.

The man twirled a cane in the air (you barely even noticed it earlier), a deck of cards balancing on his head. He bends down expectantly and glances at you.

"Well? What are you waiting for!!! Pick a card, my assistant."

You don't really remember how you got here. Or why for that fact. Really you can't remember anything at all... but you can't seem to care. Your brain is fuzzy and the only thing you can focus on is the strange man with the braid standing over you.

"Come on~ don't keep me waiting!"

Oh yes, the cards. He called you an Assistant as well, so you must be one. You don't want to fail at your job do you? An u steady hand, no, your unsteady hand reaches towards the cards.

You pull one. A 3 of hearts to be specific. The man seemed... dissapointed? It was hard to tell, the grin never left his face.

"Hmm... so that's the card you pull!" He exclaims. "I see, I see! How fascinating, perhaps I was going through this too quickly." He carefully takes the cards off of his head and replaces them with a white and black hat.

You're hesitant to say the least. Who is this man? Why did he call you an assistant? Where were you?

The man notices your discomfort and grins. Under the dim lights he almost looks like a beast, a monster playing you like the deck of cards he held.

"Mhm, Introductions must be said! You may call me Nikolai Gogol, And I am the one that must win over your heart!"

...You can't tell how to feel about this. You open your mouth to speak but before you can even get a word in he interrupts you.

"Confused? You probably should be! You see, sweet Fedya asked me to bring someone here, perhaps as a hostage, perhaps not!"

You try and speak again, only to have a finger pushed against your lips.

"Silly me, You wouldn't even know him. Fedya is my dearest friend, the only person who could ever dream of understanding me... my how off track I'm getting!" He laughed to himself.

"So you see, I use my ability to grab someone, and you were found! After some arguing though we really decided you won't be necessary. You did hear quite a lot, so I'm here to keep you entertained until we know for certain you won't spill anything!"

You could tell parts of the story were being skipped. Why everything was so fuzzy, or why they wanted hostages so bad... but the largest question that remained in your head was what he meant by winning over your heart, so you asked him about it.

"Hmm? Oh yes, I did say that didn't I! Well someone here has keep themselves entertained as well don't they! And you're quite the charming person if I do say so myself."

You couldn't tell how honest that phrase was, yet the compliment was a shock to hear.

He giggles. "Shocked? Well it's the truth, I don't just kidnap anyone now do I? Well you wouldn't know, but I don't!!! They have to catch my attention, or at least be fascinating enough to see like entertaining!"

He twirls around and makes some flowers appear from his cape. "Well now! Just because we're stuck here for a while doesn't mean we can't have some fun Dear~ Shall I provide some entertainment for us both?"

You just nod and take the flowers, aware that any words you say will be completely ignored by him. He had an air of power around him, Like there was far more he could do if he so wanted.

For a few minutes, or hours, or days, you couldn't really tell, he performed a variety of tricks from juggling to singing. When he seemed to get tired at last, he took a deep breath.

"Excellent! Now it's time for a quiz~" His voice rang out in a sing-song voice.

A quiz? You really hadn't been expecting this, what could that mean?

"Oh don't look so fretful! It's really nothing much, just a simple question you must answer for me!"

Oh, you could do that, it sounded simple enough.

He grinned. "Alright, how much of this was an lie!"

You widened your eyes. What did he mean a lie?

"Stuck? Hint: Fedya was never a part of this... Oh! That spoils the fun."

You did the calculations in your head. So all this was because he wanted too do it...yet that had little of an effect on you. Admittedly, you're time here provided some resemblance of fun.

For once, Nikolai was quiet for a moment. "How peculiar...such little of a reaction." His eyes sparkled with a new excitement.

"Hold on! Let me find that card deck again and pick another card." He balanced the cards on his head yet again and bent down to let you grab one.

Without hesitation, you reach and pull one... an ace of hearts this time.

He laughs. "I knew it!!! You're special- what an interesting person I've grabbed!" He sighed. "Though Fedya won't be happy... And I can't really come up with another solution...seems like our time is up!!!"

Nikolai reaches over and kisses your hand. "Goodbye my sweet Dear! Perhaps we'll meet each other again soon~"

A portal appears beneath your feet and you're left falling to the ground. As you look up, A single flower falls down with you, along with the ace of hearts you grabbed earlier.

And with that, your time with the strange man called Gogol ended, though perhaps not for forever.

[dizzydesi53]

Knock Knock Knock

She's a hero! my mate's a hero! I was so shocked when I smelled summer wind and honeysuckle in the middle of a villain attack. my first instinct was to look for her among the hurt civilians and protect her. I still want her as far away from villains as possible. luckily I stuck a feather with her so I can easily find her.

she's stubborn and I still don't understand why I have no effect on her. She sure seems to have an effect on me though. I flew out away from her to my penthouse, I was sweating and dizzy. I crashlanded on my balcony my legs shaky.  fucking hell, she started my rut early!

~

I completely ignored the offer or rather the demand of me to work with Hawks. he has no way of finding me unless he sees me as Moxie. he doesn't know my last name or where I live so I'm safe. I can't believe the audacity of that pigeon, ordering me around! jerk!

I spent the weekend doing my chores, grocery shopping cleaning my apartment and paying bills. Monday rolls around and I don't hear anything from the chicken fry so I assume he's forgotten me. what a lucky break! he's probably bothering some other unlucky girl, good riddance!

....then why do I feel a slight pang of sadness at the idea of him with someone else? I don't even like him!.... I don't.

By Friday I've mostly forgotten him, I'm home from patrolling around 5 and I'm stuck doing laundry. I'm out of clean underwear, that's how bad things are in regard to laundry!...well except for my 'special' drawer.

Knock

Knock

Knock

I practically jump out of my skin. it's coming from my balcony! I'm on the 20th floor. I pull my curtain back only to be met with golden eyes and that annoying smirk. I'm not letting him in! I guess he could read that on my face because he held up his phone with the number to a well-known reporter lit up on the screen.

"open or else."

bastard says it in a singsong voice. sighing I open the door backing as far away as possible, always keeping furniture between us.

"How did you find me?"

from under my shirt on the twine id put it on his red feather pops up, moving independently. I blushed, I hadn't wanted him to know I kept that. I found it while fixing my costume the other day, it was such a pretty vibrant color! I didn't have the heart to throw it away so I made it into a neckless.

"I can hear everything around my feathers. I always know where they are."

he smirked and his eyes smoldered. he looked me up and down, his face a mask of lust that had me backing closer to the front door.

"so you like my feather?"

"I never said that! why are you here?"

trying to distract him, or get him to leave. I'm not very comfortable having him here in my apartment. he seems to take up all the space in the room, which I find a smidge intimidating.

"ready for your new job? I'm here to take you to your new digs too"

"excuse me! I never agreed to work with you and what do you mean by new digs? I'm not moving anywhere!"

"Sure you are! it's part of the job. and why wouldn't you want to work with the number 2 hero? it could open up so many opportunities for your hero career. are you scared?"

this bastard! I glared at him. he knows that that little remark is basically a challenge. a challenge I can't ignore. how does he know me so well after meeting me twice?

"it's only for a month. give me one month and after that, you can go on your way."

"It's just a job to me so what's it to you? you don't really need me so why are you so set on me working with you?"

this whole time he's inched closer and closer while I'm backing away from him, why can't I just stand my ground with him? This is now the third time I'm running away from him. I finally hit the wall next to my front door only for him to quickly box me in. caging me in my own home, making me feel vulnerable.

"I looked into your background and found out you're not an omega. your one of the rare 2% that doesn't really have instincts. this way I have a month to convince you that you're my mate, and I'm yours. what've you got to lose? it's just a month, can't handle it?"

his face was so close I could see the pattern of his irises. his breath blew across my face making it hard to concentrate my thoughts scattered my brain fuzzy when he got so close I could smell his cologne. it was a woodsy summery smell that reminded me of days at a lake. his eyes glanced down to my lips, so naturally my eyes were drawn to his lips. I suddenly thought about what his lips would feel like, what he would taste like, with perfect clarity.

"smell's good."

his lips ghosted over mine, my thoughts further and further away. heat swirling in my stomach, butterflies too. I could feel my skin prick with goosebumps

"What does?"

he whispered, his lips grazing over mine, moving with each word setting off sparks and fireworks that moved over me settling in my stomach with the heat. I gasped. My brain shortcircuited and I answered the question honestly.

"you."

his eyes lit up, sparkling with something I couldn't name, he groaned and swooped in, kissing my lips aggressively. pushing his tongue in making me taste him while he played with my tongue. I heard myself moan and my arms went around him without my permission, my fingers threading thru his blond hair.

he groaned into the kiss and moved his body closer to mine so that I was now pinned between him and the wall. his hands gripped my hips and slid down my thighs till he had both pried open and wrapped around his waist. I was snapped out of the fog in my brain when he ground himself between my legs. his erection hitting my clit even thru my jeans. I whimpered and then jerked away from the kiss.

"stop!"

his lips trailed down my throat, nipping the skin and then licking the sting away. he groans and then with visible reluctance pulls back. he looks into my eyes, his pupils are blown and his chest is rumbling. my cheeks flush at the realization of what I just let him do. he groans again, laying his head against my shoulder.

"I'm not apologizing, that kiss was amazing, but if you don't want me to continue until you're a writhing panting mess underneath me, then you should go pack some clothes so I can take you to your new apartment."

I couldn't help the gasp that left me at the lewd images his words invoked. I raced to my room closing the door to hide and calm down. am I really going to put myself in this dangerous position just because he challenged me and then gave me arguably the best kiss of my life?

god, I'm dumb!

[atopearth]

Bakumatsu Renka Shinsengumi Part 8 - Saitani Umetaro Route

Out of all the LIs, I think the one who most obviously likes Suzuka is Ume. He always makes time to talk to her, checks up on how she is and how she's going etc, he's a good friend all the time and that makes me happy. It's nice that Ume is straightforward about his feelings, but that straightforwardness just makes Suzuka think he's flirty and joking so it backfires on him haha! I don't blame her, it's hard to take him seriously when he says it so much. One thing I enjoyed is that when Ume helped her out against some ronin, it wasn't because she was incapable of handling them herself but because he cares so much for her that he wanted to protect her, and you can really see that. He can be too much though lmao, sneaking into her room at night is crazy🤣 He really is the best guy when it comes to talking though haha, he does his best to cheer Suzuka up and always makes sure to visit her as much as he can despite how busy he must be, and he's always honest about his feelings. He also makes sure to do fun things and give her whatever new things he gets his hands on, he's basically her boyfriend haha!

It was really sweet when Ume made sure to look after her and even got red bean soup for her when she wasn't drinking at the party and didn't have much of an appetite. I think the fact that he personally went to get food for her was really kind of him. Lmao at Suzuka chasing after Ume to get him to buy dango because he ignored her when he was trying to escape from the Mimawarigumi. He's really spoiled her too much haha. The CG of an embarrassed Suzuka punching Ume is hilarious. He totally deserved that for being a pervert hahaha. I actually feel bad for Suzuka though. She does agree and like Ume's ideals, but she can't betray the Shinsengumi and Lady Teruhime because of the repercussions. At least she properly voiced that she wished that she could go with Ume. It's sad that she regrets not going with Ume and thinks about how much happier she would be beside him. Life is tough when you're tied down by responsibility and human connections.

I didn't expect Oishi to be killed in this route, and I'm sad that in Ume's last moments, all he got to say was to ask for Suzuka's life to be spared. I wanted them to get to talk more. I wanted them to get to share their feelings properly. Now it's just sad. Even though it's revealed that Ume gets to survive, it's kinda sad that he was basically imprisoned for the whole time the war was going on and was only able to escape after everything was over. Considering his ideals and dreams for the future, it's sad that he was powerless and wasn't able to do anything he wanted to do. But it's nice to see that his desire for Japan to adopt foreign things whilst keeping what makes it Japan still remains. His heart was not crushed and I guess we should be happy about that.

Overall, I like Ume but I have to say his route doesn't really hit the right keys for me. Personally, I really enjoyed all the events with him talking with Suzuka, flirting with her, cheering her up and just getting to know her better in general. You could really feel how much he cared and how much he liked her so it was sweet to watch how they both came to enjoy each other's company quite a bit and developed a mutually enjoyable relationship they both wanted to keep even if they didn't put the label of a romantic relationship on it yet. However, I think the route really didn't delve into his background as Sakamoto much at all, and his "death" was quite bland with no impact, and it didn't help that it just kinda ended with, he was stuck somewhere but now he's back and we can live happily ever after lol. It felt like the writers weren't sure what to do after his "death" and what kind of happy ending it should be so in that aspect, the ending was quite disappointing for me even though I enjoyed their romance quite a bit.