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yestrday · 11 months ago

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: ̗̀➛ NOT THE EXCEPTION . yan! isagi yoichi / gn! reader

you were the fool for thinking that he'd be the only sane one in a team full of batshít crazy athletes. now he has you cornered, and the look in his eyes tells you that you should have never underestimated a wólf in sheép's clothing.

+ happy happy belated birthday to the love of my life bbg (who shan't be named) AND happy new year to everyone!!

( HOW DO I WRITE KISSING SCENES????, forced kíssing, dúbcon, n/sfw mentions, mánipulation, hárem mentions [bc it's not yester without a hárem] )

You don't know why you thought he was the exception.

Maybe it's because, in a team full of egoists, Isagi seemed to be the only one to treat you like his equal. Shidou drapes himself all over you and leaves you icky with his séxual comments, Rin cooly glares at you and barely acknowledges your existence, you could nearly faint at the mere glare of Kunigami, and Bachira likes to play rough with your body as he clings and begs for your attention.

That's not even the complete cast. Even people like Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri came with their own set of problems. But not Isagi. You had thought it would never be Isagi. Sure, he had a tongue and attitude on the field, parading around his victory with a smug smirk and spitting poíson at opponents and teammates alike. Yet that side of his seemed to completely disappear whenever he stepped out of the field, his prédatory gaze softening into a fond look whenever you bounded up to him to congratulate him on a well-earned victory. He never tried your boundaries or let his touch linger like the others did.

He was a gentleman through and through, and thinking that was your first mistake.

Your second mistake was being alone with him in your living room. He's still wearing that soft expression and kind smile, but his hands are gripping your wrists too tightly.

"[Your Name]." He says your name in a hushed whisper, bringing up your trembling wrist to his lips so he can press a kiss on a new bruíse. You watch with wide eyes as those plush lips touch your skin and permeate an icy feeling of doom through the veins. His gaze meets yours.

"Don't you think I did well today?"

Though your gut is telling you that something isn't right, you're still a fool smitten with the gentle image Isagi had portrayed himself to be. You find yourself slowly nodding, entranced by those blue eyes that never look away from you.

"Why do you think so?" He presses another kiss on your wrist, before loosening the bruising grip so he can trail kisses up your arm.

"... Your metavision is still as keen as ever," you whispered. The television screen is reflected in his eyes, news of Japan's newest victory flashing on the screen. You can't look away. "You expertly led the others to victory; you instigated all the right chemical reactions for the perfect shot." You lick your dry lips. "... You were amazing."

He huffs a laugh into your shoulder, massaging your bruised wrist like he wasn't the one who left that mark. "You're not echoing Ego's words, are you? I want to hear your own thoughts, not that slimy bastard's."

"M... Maybe," you admit, tense with his grip on your shoulder tightening. "I don't know much about soccer, but I meant every word. You were amazing, Isagi, you really were."

His grip softens, you're still tense, and he hums contentedly. "Right. I was amazing. I devoured every single bastard on that field and left them gasping." Your hair tickles your ear as he pushes them back. "So, don't you think it's a bit unfair?"

"... What is?"

"That I have to share my trophy with the others." His hand feels cold on your neck. "Can't I have one thing to myself? [Your Name], look at me."

You follow. He smiles that gentle smile again. He thumbs your lower lip like a lover.

"Kiss me."

You read romances all the time. They had always described it as hot, passionate, fiery. But maybe you took fiction too seriously. Real life is always different, and the ice in your veins is proof of that.

You draw closer, breath hitched, and mustering all the courage and swallowing down the unease in your heart, you press your lips on his.

There is no fire like the ones described in the books. There is a heavy pit in your stomach. Is this what they call butterflies? You tremble under the scrutinizing gaze of Isagi, eyes still open even with your lips on his. Soon, he closes his eyes too and you feel his lips smirk against yours.

Returning the kiss, he pulls you in closer and takes your everything in deeply. You can't pull away, you don't pull away. In this very moment, he's devouring everything you can offer— for now, physically; soon, mind and spirit. You wince when he bites down on your lip, not even trying to be gentle about it. You flinch backward from the pain, but his hand on the small of your back allows you no escape.

"Kiss me back, baby," he whispers between kisses. "You're my trophy for the night."

You kiss with less passion than him, too nervous about making him happy. You match the softness of his lips with yours, lapping at his tongue like how he does. He laughs when he pulls away, finding amusement in the blushy and nervous look on you.

"Gosh, you're so cute," he sighs, grinning at you. It's no longer friendly, those lips. A bit swollen from your kitten bites, the way he's smirking at you feels too... smug. "Too cute. Those bastards won't have any chance now that I've devoured you."

You gasp when his hand tightens on your hip, and you shoot him a nervous look. "I– Isagi, what are you...?"

"C'mon, [Your Name], how could you possibly not have seen it?" He chuckles. "Bargin' into the locker room every time we're half naked, in those cute shorts, and you think that not one man in that room would think about taking you on the fuckin' bench? Think, cutie. But you've always been wary of them, good thing. They think they can devour you by intimidating and belittling you? Those fuckers don't know shit."

He catches your bottom lip between his teeth and laughs at their stupidity, vibrations buzzing your lip. "First, you gotta sweeten the trap with honey, you know?"

You are reflected in those captivating blue eyes, fluorescent lights illuminating your paling features. Taking you in again, he devours your lips once again, caring only for the taste of victory on his lips and your sweet sounds on his tongue.

Another victory snatched.

#blue lock #yandere blue lock #yandere isagi yoichi #yandere x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock x reader #yester.writes

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hxnbi · 5 months ago

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⸻ ( •ᴥ• ) ❝ IS THAT... ME? ❞

their reaction to you drawing them ﹒﹒blue lock boys

ft. nagi seishiro, isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, itoshi rin, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma x gn. reader (separate)

NAGI SEISHIRO | 凪誠士郎 ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

"I'm home!" you called out, expecting some response from the same groggy voice you came to love.

You had returned home after a long day, and from that, carried alongside a bag from NAGI’s favourite fast food joint as a peace offering for your boyfriend. "Sorry for coming home late. My professor had us stay back for extra lectures, but I brought your favorite—" You trailed off upon seeing him sprawled on the couch, fast asleep.

Nagi awfully had a way of making even the most uncomfortable sleeping positions seem restful. It was admirable, in a weird way. You always saw him sleep in unusual and sometimes contorted positions, and today was no exception. His tall, lanky frame was twisted in what could only be described as a shrimp-like posture, with one arm draped over his eyes and the other hanging off the couch, limbs hanging off the sides in what looked like the most uncomfortable posture imaginable. But for all you knew, he could’ve been having the most refreshing dream ever…

But instead of waking him up immediately, an idea sparked in your mind. You couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, deciding to capture this moment with a quick sketch.

You set down the food on the kitchen counter and grabbed your sketchbook. Settling down in a chair nearby, you then began to sketch with light chicken scratches, the lines flowing easily as you captured the endearing, albeit charmingly awkward, way Nagi slept, his mind clearly off to dreamland. His mouth was slightly open, and his hair was a tousled mess—details you knew would make him laugh later.

Once finished, you couldn't resist teasing him a bit. You gently poked your boyfriend's nose with your finger, rousing him from his slumber.

“Sei,” you whispered, “I’m home.”

He mumbled something incoherent, slowly blinking his eyes open to see you standing there, a playful smile on your face.

“I have a gift for you. Well, two,” you said, holding up the drawing and gesturing towards the kitchen table where the food awaited.

That got his attention. Several groans and moans later, Nagi struggled to sit up from his awkward position. As he stretched, you could see his tall, lanky frame finally standing upward, his height and broad shoulders a stark contrast to your own. He sure did look the part of an athlete, even if he did act like a toddler at times.

“I think you look nice like this, don’t you think?” you teased, holding up the drawing.

He groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Why are you saying it like that…”

You laughed and handed him the drawing. He stared at it for a moment, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.

“I look ridiculous,” he muttered, but you could tell he was amused.

“You should be grateful! Y’know, that’s the sleeping face I came home to tonight when I had bought him for,” you teased, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the kitchen. “I brought your favorite food! So, which gift did you like more?”

“The drawing, of course,” he muttered, his arms still encased around you as he fiddled with the hem of your sleeves and its bottoms.

“You’re just saying that because you want to make me happy,” you said, leaning into his embrace.

“Mhm…” Nagi took his chance—one that was as good as any—to pull you closer, finding a comfortable position that he could easily doze off right then and there. And in a way, he certainly did sound like he was ready to pass out at any second. “And I’m not fixing my posture,” he stated with utter conviction despite his sleepy tone, his tone almost comedic in its seriousness that made you deadpan.

“Sei…”

ISAGI YOICHI | 潔世一 ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

From daylight to dusk, your boyfriend, ISAGI, would be playing soccer on the field. Sometimes he would be practising with others, but most of the time it would be between you and Isagi alone. He was easily someone obsessed over the sport, and during the times when you would join him on the field, you would merely sit and watch as he played on his own, all with a hand over your chin and cheering him on. You found it charming to see his love for the sport take shape, with each training session bringing noticeable improvement. But as sweet as it was, it did occasionally bore you at times.

So you had a plan. During one of the days, before heading together with Isagi on the field, you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and shoved it in your pocket. That day, a few of his teammates from Blue Lock had joined in, and not wanting to interrupt their practice, you would find yourself and your hands sketching out Isagi while he was playing, capturing a moment of time.

Hours later, as you two walked together, your boyfriend would notice the piece of sketch paper in your hand and, stopping what he was doing, holding the ball in his hands, curiously, sheepishly asked what it was. You laughed, noticing the boy's hesitant expression—that he didn’t feel particularly comfortable asking, yet his curiosity was too strong to resist not to.

“Oh! It's just a quick sketch I drew of you while you were playing. Do you want to see? I was gonna show it to you later but I suppose there’s no harm in revealing the surprise now!”

A sketch? Of him? Since when did you draw him?

Did he want to see? A drawing of him made by you? Of course he did.

With his neck reaching over your shoulder to get a glance at the paper, his first reaction was a mix of panic and delight, his expression wide-eyed and beaming from ear to ear.

“This is… me?” He struggled to find words, if any at all.

“Yeah!” you laughed. “I tried to capture you in the moment, but it turned out pretty medi—”

Your words were cut off as Isagi came to embrace you, encircling your waist with a grip so strong that it almost knocked you to the ground. He tightened his hold, his arms around your torso, his face nuzzled into your neck.

“I love it,” he murmured. “I love it so much. I can’t believe my significant other is so talented.”

Your mouth went agape just at the level of physical affection Isagi was showing at a mere drawing. “T-Talented?! Me? Yoichi… you’re being modest.”

But that was just it. It wasn’t “just a drawing” to him. It was a masterpiece, a reflection of your love for him. And the playful teasing continued from there. Little did you know, Isagi would bring the drawing to his next game and flaunt it to his teammates, who, for the most part, couldn’t care less. Some were more interested than others.

“Tch, that asshole… not only is he disgustingly talented, but he also has a sweeter-than-sugar significant other.”

“I’d say that bastard is having too much fun.”

“Agreed.”

BACHIRA MEGURU | 蜂楽廻 ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

With your binder and papers in hand, enjoying a peaceful moment right outside a school building, waiting for a certain someone to finish class, out of pure boredom and nothing else, you decided to pass the time by doing some doodling. If only he were actually here to be your model, you thought, but, oh well, you made do with what you had. Besides, it was just a little sketch anyway. It's not like he or you would care that much about the finished product.

“Whatcha doing~?” a voice sang loudly, a figure suddenly appearing right over your shoulder, making you flinch until you saw that familiar tuff of black and yellow hair, realizing it was only BACHIRA, your boyfriend.

Bachira excitedly looked at your drawing, his chin resting on your shoulder as a support. “Do you like it?” you asked, a bit shyly.

“I do! Hmmm, what's that supposed to be, an elephant?” he mused.

‘I’m sorry, wha—’

You would expect that he was joking, but this was Bachira you were talking about. For all you knew, he could be completely serious. And if you knew anything about Bachira, is that he is unpredictable.

“I- wha- NO! It's you!” you exclaimed, a laugh escaping your lips.

His face lit up even more. “Wahhh really?! I’m honoured!” Bachira grinned, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek. “You’re the best, you know that?”

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of his affection. “I try,” you said, your cheeks heating up with a mix of embarrassment and joy.

“You drew me so well! There’s no way I look this good in real life!”

‘Okk… now he’s pushing it.’

You swear you could see him smiling from ear to ear, and he quickly pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, but just enough to make your face flush red. “I can’t wait to show this to everyone!!”

“Ahah, alright…”

‘He’s not actually going to do that, right…?’

Oh how wrong you were.

The very next day, you'd be greeted by the sight of the drawing you made of him as Bachira’s new wallpaper, front and centre.

Your mouth fell. ‘He… he really was serious.’

ITOSHI RIN | 糸師凛 ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

“...ughhhh.”

“What are you looking at?”

RIN tapped his own pen on your paper, his index finger rhythmically tapping against the desk. If you didn't know better, you would’ve thought that your own boyfriend was scolding you for doing something bad. Well, that’s because he was.

You and Rin were supposed to be studying together that day, but your mind was drifting elsewhere, going back to all the chores you have lying at home—as if you’re actually going to do them—and what to eat for dinner with your boyfriend; the same boyfriend, who, at that exact moment, was staring hypothetical bullets into the front of his poor paper. Meanwhile, while you were in la la land, Rin was diligently focused on his own work, his head fixated on his own work, while you were scribbling onto a piece of paper that was once your worksheet.

Rin looked up at you, an eyebrow raised. “You must’ve been rather inspired to get on your homework this efficiently..”

“What? O-Oh, yeah,” you stammered, trying to sound convincing.

How convincing indeed. In fact, Rin stood up for once in the entire study period, moving away from his own work to stare directly at you—talking to you in a language using nothing but his eyes. You immediately hid the paper with another piece of lined paper over it, which was, unfortunately, empty. This did not convince your boyfriend at all.

Rin came even closer until he was mere centimetres away from your face. “Do you want to show me what you’ve been doing?”

It wasn’t an order, but that didn’t exactly sound like a request either. You were screwed.

“Promise you won’t get mad?” you said sheepishly, making Rin sigh, knowing that was even a request. He could never truly get mad at you.

And with that, you sheepishly revealed your paper, removing your hands to unveil the lead sketch. A moment passed until you heard a sigh exhale from Rin’s exasperated lips.

“Were you seriously paying any attention to what I was teaching you earlier? My explanations may as well have gone through deaf ears.”

“But lookkk! You look so handsome.”

He gave you the most uninterested look imaginable, making you gloomily sink back into your seat in defeat. “Since when do I look like that?” He deadpanned, utterly republished with a scrunched-up expression before critiquing every, and he meant, every single detail, down to where his pupils were looking.

“If you didn’t like it, then you should’ve said so…” you pouted. “Got my hopes up for nothing,” you mumbled under your breath, thinking that Rin didn’t catch that. But if you knew anything about Rin, then you would know he always knows everything, whether you like it or not.

Though, he didn’t say a word, instead, he just shook his head, a small scowl—or was it a smile—tugging at the corners of his mouth as he returned to his chair.

“We can study another day.”

You lit up. “Really!?”

With the blandest intonation you’ve ever heard, Rin nodded his head, “Yes, so you have all the time in the world to fix that atrocious drawing of me to your heart's content.”

“Aha…”

MIKAGE REO | 御影玲王 ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

Sitting in REO's home on one of the dozens of chairs and tables in the grand Mikage mansion, with a pen held in between your fingers, you couldn’t help but gap at the fortune that is Reo’s family before you, the walls being littered with picture frames and paintings upon paintings.

Earlier, you had asked the butler if he could give you a piece of paper and a pen to write with, to which he graciously obliged, disappearing and then reappearing almost instantly with the said items in his hand shortly before Reo arrived home and joined you, settling in to do some homework. He was always a hard worker. As for what you were doing? Unbeknownst to Reo himself, you decided to use your boyfriend as an unpaid, unknowing model for your sketching.

His focused expression made him an ideal subject, and as you were scribbling and sketching, you found yourself lost in the details of the handsome features of your boyfriend. Only when he turned to look up and see what was really being drawn on your piece of paper, did Reo’s eyes widen in surprise.

"You drew this?" he asked, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

You nodded, “Yep! Do you like it?”

He loved it. Absolutely loved it.

Reo, with his hand running through the middle part of his hair, let out an exasperated sigh, “Hah… is that even a question? Of course, I do.”

He went back to admiring the sheet of paper that you had spent—unbeknownst to him—an hour drawing. Though you would never consider that to be a waste of time, anything for your lover was time well spent, and in fact, more than that.

“Can I take it?”

You blinked, for a second being taken aback. It certainly did take you a while, but Reo wanted it? Oh well, you were never going to refuse. “Uh-huh! The drawing is of you, after all. What could I do with it other than admire it? I already can do so in person.”

You had initially assumed that Reo would probably just put it somewhere and then leave it to collect dust. Little did you know, that the very next day, you would see your drawing framed in a luscious and expensive frame, hanging in the centre of the main hall. Reo’s butler had hung it with great care, that was ensured, displayed in a way that highlighted its importance.

Your heart melted in a thousand different ways. This… this was too much.

You felt a hand clasp your own. The warmth of your boyfriend and his hand wrapping around your own. “So~? What do you think?”

Tears. Tears and tears dripped down your face as you looked at the framed drawing. It was more than you ever expected.

And as Reo held you in his arms while you continued to weep, from the corner, Reo’s butler watched from a distance, giving his pleased nod of approval. Anyone passing by couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity and marvel at the audacity of such a bold choice in “home decor,” but to you, it was a moment of pure, heartfelt joy, and one that you would never forget.

And you wouldn’t. Not when Reo would continue to keep that drawing on the walls for months and explicitly show off to those who were unfortunate enough to be invited to his mansion for “work purposes,” only to get a mouthful about his beloved significant other.

CHIGIRI HYOMA | 千切豹馬 ─ ♬. ⁺ ♡

Utterly unperturbed by your presence and fully engrossed in the tangles in his hair of all things, CHIGIRI was doing his hair care like always. An extensive hair care routine that would take probably an hour at the very least, from all the times you’ve timed him while getting ready. Sitting at the living room table, you fiddled with the pen in your hand. You nearly wanted to drop it right then and there when you saw Chigiri bring his entire bag of presumably hair care products and a mirror.

You yawned, glancing around the cozy living room. Now who does their hair care in the middle of the living room?

“Do not worry. I won’t bother you with your work.”

You gave him a nod. “That’s not a problem at all. Do what you have to do. The shampoo you use smells good anyway.”

With a short laugh at your forward comment, thus began his haircare routine which felt like hours, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were missing the presence of your boyfriend at your side.

Every now and then, you would glance up at Chigiri, admiring the way his hair glistened in the light, even with droplets of water still clinging to each strand. Chigiri did, and even with his wet hair, he looked oddly handsome. Granted, he always did look handsome in your eyes, but there was just a sort of natural beauty to him that anyone who passed by would be hard-pressed to ignore. And so, out of boredom, you decided to draw him while Chigiri was all but focused on his hair. His true one true love, as many would say and mock him for.

“.....”

“Hm, I didn’t know you could draw.”

“GAH!”

Your shoulders jumped in fright, nearly knocking over your pencil and capsizing off your chair to the cold ground. “God… you nearly scared the life out of me.”

He chuckled softly. “I’m sorry. Is that me? It looks really nice. I had no idea you were such an artist.” Chigiri, still with his half-cleaned-up hair, leaned closer, examining the details with genuine curiosity.

You chuckled sheepishly. “You’re just saying that to be nice.”

“No no, I mean it,” Chigiri insisted, glancing over at your sketch while pushing the hair from his face to get a better look. “Can I see it again?”

You hesitated but handed over the drawing, allowing his eyes to roam all over it. A soft smile formed on his lips.

“It’s beautiful. You captured me perfectly.”

Your heart swelled with pride. “Really?! You think so? …Your hair does look a lil wonky, it’s usually a bit more—”

“It’s perfect,” Chigiri assured you with a pat of your hair. “Just like you. I might have to ask you to draw me more often.”

You laughed, feeling a warm blush creep up your cheeks. “Anytime.”

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waffledforbreakfast · 3 months ago

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Roommate - [MUTI! BLLK X F!READER]

Staring: Rin, Shidou, Sae, Niko, Kaiser, Ness, Otoya, Karasu, Reo

[ BLLK Scenario Masterlist ]

TW: heavy ooc (I MEAN HEAVY. forgive me, it gets a bit better later chapts i swear), bad grammar, bad spelling, bad formatting, etc.

Bllk as your Roomate

>Rin

It feels like he’s never home. But he is. You two always somehow eat dinner at the same time, so you eat together. He doesn’t mind :> You ask about his day (he’s not used to people caring, is secretly happy) and he’ll tell you about all the stupid things Bachira did that day LOL

He’ll even invite you to watch horror movies with him (he tells himself it’s because he can’t finish his popcorn)

If you have extra tickets to a festival, he’ll gladly come along! (he insists it’s because it’d be a waste of tickets if he didn’t)

A/N: Imagine if he runs into bachira and isagi there LOL

>Shidou

Y’all know about his morning routine- right??

No need for an alarm, this rat is never late.

Will barge into your room without asking, and rant to you about his day

He’s a great listener though, and he’ll offer to do your makeup! (He will be sad if you say no :c)

Great relationship advice. You have no clue where it comes from

He can and will comment on your outfits

Will draw you (i love artist Shidou)

Brings you left-overs from when he goes out (unless he dragged u along LOL)

>Sae

This man wakes up early. Too early.

He’d wake you up too (accidently)

Used to order take out like everyday. Until you came along and actually cooked good meals.

The first time he just eyed your food with a blank expression. You had no idea what he wanted XD

you awkwardly offered him some, he couldn’t resist and tried it

He then said he’d pay you to cook for him

When he goes out and sees smt you might like, he’ll send you a picture and ask for your thoughts. If you take too long he’ll just buy it

Will tell you about his day (after he naps)

>Niko

Will often just knock and peak into your room to see what you’re doing for no particular reason other than wanting to check up

Runs to you after reading a new chapter of his manga

“nOOOOO THEY KILLED HIM😭” sorta vibes yk? If you’re reading the same thing, you’d have to stop him from giving your spoilers, to which he’d wait patiently for you to finish so he can rant to you

Share your theories on animes/mangas together

Can’t cook, but he’ll buy the materials if you need them :3

Please get this boy a plushie, I think he’d love it sm

Man has his earbuds in 24/7 tho ;v;

He’d come into your room to steal manga

>Kaiser

Keeps calling you Ness outta instinct

This lead to you not cooking for him anymore (you’re not too sure when you agreed to cook for him in the first place, but he just kinda expected it-)

Will complain about said food, but then apologize and beg you to keep cooking once he realized you’re serious about stopping

Asks for your opinion on a lot of things “This outfit looks good right?” “Who do you think is the best striker?” “You like milk?!?!” etc. though you’re not sure if he actually cares about your answer

Kaiser would pace, rant, and talk to himself on a (concerningly) normal basis

This man would silently fold anytime you give him a genuine compliment though

He finds your affirmations very comforting, that’s why he asks you to compliment him so often LOL

He’d often give you bread. Just- bread. He’ll come home with a bagged baguette in his hands, and give it to you with a proud smile

>Ness

This man does *everything*

Ness calls you Kaiser on instinct too

Will get on his knees and apologize when he does so

Genuinely shocked when you shrug it(the kaiser calling) off

Non-stop talking about Kaiser turns into non-stop talking about you XD

“Omg you look so pretty today :D” “Let me dry your hair for you :3” “Can I braid it?” etc.

Has no clue what to do when you ask him about his day because no one has ever asked him before

But he’ll start ranting about it, and look over at you every few seconds to see if you’re listening and if you’re ok with him going on :>

Insists on doing all the house chores (except for cooking, he likes your cooking, but’ll still do it if asked)

>Otoya

…Does anyone actually want this man as a roomie??(Me.)

Would leave a mess EVERYWHERE and is genuinely shocked when you don’t offer to clean up

The way he acts has you questioning his upbringing…

Eats all your food, brings people over constantly, probably broke a plate and didn’t bother cleaning it up

The only thing he offers in return is to make out-

His jaw drops when/if you decine

>Karasu

Watches TV in the living room typa guy (ik that’s what ur supposed to do, but let’s be honest, y’all are prob cooped up in your room reading this)

Whenever you leave your room and enter his line of vision, he just stares

It’s genuinely unsettling. So like a normal person, you stare back. You’ve now been staring at each other for 2 minutes

Any/all gifts Karasu gives are things he observed from you (ex.Favourite food, scent, show, etc.) and I’m sure you’ll do the same in return

Will message you random pics he finds funny

“[Pic of a party hat on a trash can] haha, look at this”

If you cook for him, he’ll order takeout for you

>Reo

He’s either the best roomie, or the worst-

You guys never run out of food or supplies, and always have something fun to do

He’ll take you out on the weekend to do fun stuff, and you two get along pretty well!

As long as you don’t question why he has so many toothbrushes, he’s pretty chill :>

A/N: no an :3

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lalunanymph · 2 years ago

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rin used to believe he was undeserving of love until you came along to show him otherwise.

-> fem!reader, mdni for seggsy love-making :>>

a/n. rin as a character was made for love *drops mic n runs*

“look at me.”

your boyfriend’s voice, so deep and resonant, filled you with a sense of love so strong, you were sure you could just crumble.

rin hovered above you, his presence like the sun, burning painfully behind your closed lids, but intimately spreading warmth over every inch of your skin.

it’s maddening how much of a hold he has on you. rin was inked into your soul like a tattoo, every beat of your heart whispering cadences of love for him and him alone. brushing back his glossy dark green bangs from his face, you take the opportunity to cup his cheeks.

(those cheeks that stubbornly held onto remnants of some puppy fat—never fully melting away even as he’s already a man of 25).

your thumbs draw slow patterns on the high planes of his cheekbones, and rin is almost drowning from the overwhelming pangs in his heart at how soft you look right now; how perfect you were for him in every sense of the word.

mine, his heart sang. all mine.

and rin would never admit it out loud but he’s a terribly selfish man when it comes to you.

… especially when it comes to you.

for years he had to contend with living in his older brother’s shadow—manipulated by his apathy and disinterest to become the best at everything he could be—that he almost failed to realize how many precious moments he let slip away.

you were close to being one of those chances he nearly lost.

but, ever since he saw you in the stands, wearing his jersey (even though the only thing he knew about you was that your face was far too pretty to be sitting this close to the barrier)—rin was already yours.

(he thanks his stars every single day his sharp eyes caught your lovely grin from amongst a sea of nameless faces.)

it’s pathetic, really.

rin wishes his stupid heart wouldn’t be this soft; this susceptible to a drop of kindness.

he thinks he doesn’t deserve it.

who is he, really, to have the privilege to feel your soft breaths caressing his ear as you shakily tell him ‘please—need you deeper in me, rin’?

how does even begin to fathom that he is deserving of your glassy smile when you hook your thighs tighter around his slim waist?

nobody. i am nobody.

“rin,” you keen softly, carding your fingers through his hair, lower lip taken hostage by your perfect teeth. “you feel so good, baby.”

your nails stab into his shoulder, but he ignores the bite of pain because it reminds him of how completely, tragically and wonderfully human he truly is. not some soccer demi-god striking through the endless thicket of upheavals and callous disregard to reach for the heavens where the gods resided.

but a man.

purely and wholly human and so, so deserving of love.

rin lets his emotions run wild in this bedroom; letting the love, passion and yearning consume him till he’s gasping for breath, getting onto his knees so he can worship you like you absolutely deserve.

the world tilts for a split second, your sanity anchored only by his strong arms around your waist. rin has you straddling his lap, your thighs hooked around his mid-section like an ever-loving vine. this position drove his cock deeper into you, moulding as one with your walls like he was made for you.

“rin,” you gasp, slotting your face into his neck, unable to take the piercing teal stare worming its way into your soul. “nghmm—f-fuck… can feel so deep in me…”

your words fade out into a whine and rin thinks his clandestine grin could’ve rivaled a cheshire cat’s. his strong hands effortlessly grasp at your waist, rocking you up and down his cock to hit all your sweet spots; drinking in every drunken moan of his name leaving your pleasure-soaked lips.

“look at me,” he commanded again, but this time, there’s an edge to his tone—desperation.

it made him throb all over when you meekly peel yourself from his neck, fixing your teary eyes onto him. he knows the intensity of this situation; how hard it is for you to look him at him squarely when he’s wrecking your body so confidently and passionately.

(you would always be the moon and he was your burning sun, piercing hot with vitality).

rin remembers how he used to be like a caged tiger waiting to be released; his long dormant affection for anyone waiting for the right catalyst.

that’s when you came along and everything was all right with the universe for the first time.

the tears sticking your lashes together make his heart double in speed, and rin’s panting like he’s on the verge of scoring a risky goal. the bed frame shakes underneath his relentless thrusting and your eager reciprocation. he can feel the sweet, tight muscles forming his nirvana squeezing down oh-so-perfectly on his cock like the prettiest love confession.

“good girl. good, good, girl… so good. there you go, there you go,” he coaxes, kneading your ass feverishly with his large, sturdy palms. “you’re so close, fuckkk—you’re close. let’s cum together, baby. do it with me? please.”

rin has never shamelessly begged for anything in his life quite like how he’s begging you to cum together with him. he’s delirious, one step closer to whiting out from the sheer pleasure. he feels nothing but your cheek press to his cheek, your breaths shared as one; the slightest tickling pressure of your lashes against his forehead.

the both of you were as close as humanly possible but rin is a greedy man. he wants more—demands for more.

“tell me you’re mine.” his strain words drew a lick of surprise on your features, but the snarl on his face was enough to tell you that he was putty to your addictive pussy. “tell me you’re mine and mean it.”

a simple enough request considering he meant everything to you.

“yours,” you hiccup, pressing an open mouth kiss to his jaw. it’s sloppy and desperate but it appeases him nonetheless. his nose rubs against yours, and you feel your heart kick up a notch when he starts to graze your lips with his; giving you soft, barely there kisses that contrast vividly with his heavy thrusts. “i’m all yours, rin. all yours.”

“f-fuck…” he lines his forehead with yours, and something about how intimate this position is, how needy his perfectly hot and rough his hands felt running down your back, has you close to tears.

rin tilts his face to slot your lips closer, and tastes your tears staining his tongue.

he doesn’t comment on them; merely smears them away one by one with his mouth, peppering your cheeks and chin with heavy, sloppy kisses that distract him from the tightening coil in his belly. you kiss him back ardently—passionately—with everything you have; everything which wasn’t already his.

his ears are ringing and his breath is coming out in dense pants. rin is drowning in you; your scent, your taste, your arms around him, your tongue in his mouth. it pushes him down the edge the same moment your pussy seizes around his cock.

those sweet muscles flutter and squeeze with such immaculate perfection he could weep, and rin swears he does; swears a tear dances off his lash line and splatters somewhere on your shoulder. i’ve never cried before, he told you once during your earlier dating days.

what a goddamn lie that turned out to be.

you careen down the edge with as much poise as he did; which is to say, you press him deeper into the crook of your neck, body writhing in this white-hot dance with his name echoing off these walls.

rin can barely feel his legs when he sets you back down onto the bed, curling himself above you as the dear curve of his head rests solidly in between your breasts—a familiar weight you love.

tangling your fingers in his hair, you gently scratch his scalp and he grunts, in a daze from his orgasm and clingier than usual

“rin?” your soft voice blends as one into the warm afterglow.

he hums and lifts his head, drowsy teal eyes and sated little smirk eliciting a sweet giggle from you.

“i love you.”

he sighs happily, content when you start to card your fingers through his hair again.

there’s not a lifetime in this universe where he doesn’t imagine himself to be yours.

“i love you, too.”

and there’s not a moment in your life where you ever underestimate the privilege of fully owning itoshi rin’s heart.

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#itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x you #itoshi rin smut #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi smut #blue lock x you #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #bllk x reader #short ‘n’ sweet 🎀#🦢 writes

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kitorin · 2 years ago

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how they react when they catch you simping for a fictional character

pairings. shidou ryusei x gn!reader, itoshi rin x m!reader, mikage reo x gn!reader (separate)

contents. crack, smau, a sexual joke and a half (it's just ryusei being ryusei) shinonome akito slander (I'M SORRY I PROMISE I LOVE HIM BUT RIN DOESN'T), exposing my taste in men, written all in lowercase, spoilers for sounds of a summer event (project sekai)

a/n. i thought of this bc i questioned if i liked rin or akito more 😭, and sorry for rin's being so long since i had the most ideas for him :>. i also have no confidence with crack so please bear with me and it's my first smau

shidou ryusei - seong taehoon (how to fight / viral hit)

when he caught you gawking at the new viral hit chapter, taehoon specifically, he immediately joined you (as he should)

he straight up yelled "smash" at that one scene where taehoon's snacking and he's wearing a tight shirt so you can see all of his muscles

he begs you to re read the series with them, and now you two read each update every week together, fully engaged in the story and taehoon's abs

attempts to recreate all of taehoon's kicks (i headcanon that does taekwondo and has a black belt :>), proudly shows them off to you, with a huge grin on his face (please fawn over him too)

also extensively practices so he can show them off by incorporating them into soccer somehow (doesn't matter if it ain't practical he just wants to impress you), and if he ever has to use them on anyone making you uncomfortable

he probably has a folder in his gallery dedicated to every panel he loves (which is basically all) and recreates his absolute favs (with you as his photographer)

makes a lot of jokes about being in love with taehoon (so do you), but he'd stop them if they made you uncomfortable, and reassures you that a drawing can't compare to how sweet, amazing and perfect you are

honorable mentions to baek seongjun being his second favourite

wants you to do taekwondo as well cause now he has a thing for it after discovering taehoon

"i swear to god men who do taekwondo and can actually fight are so hot,"

"isn't that you?"

"... you don't agree with me...?"

"no you have a brilliant point"

itoshi rin - shinonome akito (project sekai)

during the sounds of a summer festival event you spent so much time glued to your phone, full combo-ing literally every hard, expert, and master song you possibly could, leveling up all character ranks, sacrifice countless of hours of sleep (if it's for akito it's very much worth it), and even contemplate spending money

you even tweeted about how badly you need him

rin notices the bags under your eyes, and the lack of sleep you had been getting, he's worried and when he asks you you're too focused on the event story to even register what he says, as you're on the brink of sobbing at young akito and ena

he observes as well, and immediately is jealous of how much of your attention this fictional character was receiving from you

as you're about to spend another few hours grinding, he stops you

"dumbass you need to sleep, and give your eyes a break"

"no i don't, i need summer festival akito,"

"who and what?"

soon you're rambling on how much akito's backstory and struggles already hurt, and how wholesome yet painful the event story was, with akito quitting soccer and ena encouraging him to give music a try, and it only nurtures rin's envy

"you're going to cry for a ginger guy who quit soccer and started his ambition because of his older sister? how lukewarm,"

"yes i am?? and he looked cute as a child and now he's a pretty boy with the best vocals. their event cards are beautiful too i need them. didn't you start soccer because of sae anyways?"

"tch"

"rin... are you jealous?"

"... no, i just don't get what you see in this idiot. i never quit soccer when it got hard and i know how to persevere, i don't give up, i don't experience despair when someone's better than me-"

"so you're jealous,"

"no"

"rin you always have and always will be my number 1. akito can't do anything you've done for me, and can't even compare to how pretty you are,"

"damn right,"

despite being salty, he still installs the game to read the stories, out of pure curiosity and wants to understand what kind of stuff you like

he ends up adoring ena and akito's relationship (the supportive part only ofc), as well as tsukasa and saki's (and secretly wishes sae was as affectionate as shizuku since she reminds him of sae in the past)

you do not shut up when you seem him struggle with hitorinbo envy on master

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID AKITO WAS LUKEWARM,"

"he is, i was just curious why you liked the stories so much,"

"YOU SPENT EVERY FREE CRYSTAL ON THE FIND A WAY OUT EVENT AND NOW GRINDING FOR MORE,"

"... i want his boyfriend"

"YOU READ THE MAIN STORY TOO ?! and you don't need touya you have me"

"THAT'S HOW I FELT ABOUT AKITO,"

"YOU FEEL INFERIOR TO A LUKEWARM GINGER?"

mikage reo - kang tae moo (business proposal)

he heard you squealing at a scene of tae moo getting flustered after sunghoon suggested his feelings for hari

he thought that you were having a heart attack and thought something was wrong

reo doesn't even need the show's context to be invested immediately, as he joins you and watches with great interest

after seeing you simp over tae moo, in secret, he binge watches the rest of the series in attempt to mimic any romantic scenes

full on posts the "do you know what my credit card and my love for y/n have in common? they simply have no limit" on his not very private twitter account, and it leaves you flustered by all the comments saying how lucky you are and their jealousy

deletes any comment revealing the source of that line (silently apologises to the writer(s) and credits ahn hyo seop for its brilliant execution)

little does he know nagi made a tweet exposing him

also recreates other cute scenes from the show, and starts looking for more kdramas to watch and recreate (still gets fully absorbed in the plot and dialogue)

innocently smiles when you realize he's just a kang tae moo copycat

"i didn't copy him i'm the inspiration behind him, rich, smart, pretty and utter perfection,"

"i can't deny the second part... i can't believe nagi's seen business proposal,"

"wait what?"

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x male reader #blue lock x male reader #itoshi rin #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo x you

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enigmaticexplorer · 1 year ago

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Writing Advice: Third Person Point of View - The Problem with Head-Hopping

A personal pet peeve in fanfic—and even some published books, unfortunately—is an author head-hopping.

I understand that not everyone learned about writing point of view in primary school, and many fanfic writers are new to writing and might not even realize they're writing head-hopping.

So, this post is an educational means for those who are interested in learning how to improve their writing.

I'm going to give a quick overview of point of view, a breakdown of third person point of view, and how to spot head-hopping in your writing.

What Is Point of View?

Point of view (POV) is the perspective (voice) from which a story is narrated.

There are three POVs.

First person

Second person

Third person

Third Person: Limited vs. Omniscient

In third person POV, the author is narrating the story through third-person pronouns (she, he, they).

Third person POV is subdivided into two categories: third person limited and third person omniscient.

Third Person Limited

In third person limited, the narrator is an external observer who knows the thoughts and feelings of ONE character at a time.

Here's an example from R.F. Kuang's, The Poppy War, page 341:

The Cike were stretched to their limit, especially Rin. Each moment not spent on an operation was spent on patrol. And when she was off duty, she trained with Altan.

Note that this paragraph—the entire book, actually—is from Rin's POV. We have access to Rin's feelings, thoughts, and observations throughout the book, while also seeing how other characters are acting.

But we are only in Rin's head. We do not have access to the thoughts and feelings of other characters. This is third person limited POV.

Third Person Omniscient

In third person omniscient, the narrator is an all-knowing observer who has access to the thoughts, feelings, and experiences of ALL characters in the story.

Here's an example from Jane Austen's, Pride and Prejudice, page 104:

As they drove to Mr. Gardiner’s door, Jane was at a drawing-room window watching their arrival; when they entered the passage she was there to welcome them, and Elizabeth, looking earnestly in her face, was pleased to see it healthful and lovely as ever.

Notice how we have access to both Jane and Elizabeth's 1) physical locations, and 2) thoughts. Even though Elizabeth is in a carriage and Jane is inside a house, the narrator is all-knowing and can narrate both of them at the same time.

The problem I see from many fanfic writers: they attempt to write in third person omniscient when they're actually writing shoddy third person limited, constantly switching between the POVs of multiple characters.

This is called head-hopping.

Head-Hopping vs. Omniscient

Head-hopping is when an author shifts between the POVs of multiple characters without a scene break. Meaning, the author is inside Character A's head but abruptly—and randomly—shares the thoughts, feelings, and/or observations of Character B.

Here's an example:

Kathy arrived at the cafe in hopes of showing Brittany her completed sweater. It was the first time she had knitted and she was eager to share her hard work with her best friend. Brittany took one look at the sweater and cringed. She hated it, but she didn't want to hurt Kathy's feelings. She didn't know what to say.

In this example, we are inside both Kathy and Brittany's heads. Both characters have distinctive voices, and because of this, the narration of the story is inconsistent.

It's jarring to read, and pulls you out of the story.

Here's the same example written through omniscient POV:

Kathy arrived at the cafe with the intent to show Brittany her completed sweater. After hours of hard work, the opinion of her best friend was important. At Kathy's approach, Brittany observed the sweater in her friend's hand and wrinkled her nose. The sweater was hideous.

In this example, we are inside the head of the narrator. The narrator is telling the story through its voice, rather than the individual voices of Kathy and Brittany.

Remember: Omniscient means the reader is inside the NARRATOR's head, not the characters'.

The Scene Break to Denote POV Switch

Back to my definition of head-hopping: Head-hopping occurs when a writer suddenly switches POV without a scene break.

Like the first example of Kathy and Brittany—there is no scene break between their thoughts. If the author wanted to write from both Kathy and Brittany's perspective, the author would have to include a physical break to alert the reader to a switch in POV. See below:

Kathy arrived at the cafe in hopes of showing Brittany her completed sweater. It was the first time she had knitted and she was eager to share her hard work with her best friend. ~~~~~~~~~~ Brittany took one look at the sweater and cringed. She hated it, but she didn't want to hurt Kathy's feelings. She didn't know what to say.

The squiggly lines demonstrate a switch in POV, and the scene would then continue in Brittany's POV. [Please note that a single paragraph space (as seen in the first example of Kathy and Brittany) is not a scene break. It is a paragraph break, and therefore cannot be used to demonstrate a switch in POV.]

You can write multiple POVS throughout a story. These will all be in third person limited POVs.

For example, each chapter in Rick Riordan's Heroes of Olympus series is dedicated to ONE character. Throughout that chapter, the reader is inside the head—reading the thoughts, feelings, and observations—of that singular character.

Individual chapters can also have multiple POVs (again, these are third person limited POVs). These are denoted by a divider or additional paragraph space.

For example, Timothy Zahn's Thrawn switches between the POVs of multiple characters in each chapter. The switch between his characters' POV is shown by an additional paragraph space.

Why Should You Care about Head-Hopping?

If writing head-hopping makes you happy, then keep at it. It's fanfic, and most readers are so desperate for content they don't care.

But, if you're interested in improving your writing, here are a few reasons why head-hopping is problematic:

It's jarring to the reader, and takes them out of the story. Frequent head-hopping can confuse readers as they struggle to keep track of whose perspective they are currently experiencing. It disrupts the flow of the narrative and can make it challenging for readers to form a strong connection with any one character.

It makes it harder for readers to truly immerse themselves in your story. Consistent use of a single POV allows readers to immerse themselves in the story's world through the eyes of a specific character. Head-hopping disrupts this immersion by constantly pulling readers out of one character's perspective and into another's.

It hinders character development. When the narrative constantly shifts between characters, there may not be enough time or focus on any one character's growth and development.

It takes away the emotional impact of the scene. Head-hopping can prevent readers from fully empathizing with or understanding any particular character's emotions, motivations, and inner conflicts.

Even well-established authors struggle to write omniscient without head-hopping. It's a nuanced subject that can be confusing to understand and difficult to overcome.

Again, this post is simply to inform writers about third person point of view and the subtle differences between its subdivisions. It’s not an attack on fanfic writers.

#writing advice #writing tips #writing fanfic #point of view #third person pov #omniscient pov #head-hopping #limited pov

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lumiambrose · 4 months ago

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Blue lock matchup for @hidden-oracle

I ship you with…

Rin Itoshi

hear me out hear me out… while rin could rock the extrovert x introvert trope, i think introvert x introvert suits him much better.

mans does not need someone as loud as shidou shouting in his ear 24/7. which is why he loves you so much. you guys definitely match each others energy; quiet, attentive and passionate.

honestly, i think rin would be completely fine with your autism and anxiety. he certainly understands that different people have different difficulties and stuff that they’re going through so he’s very understanding.

althoughhhh you gotta give this guy some time to adapt. rin has only had rivals in his life so he’s like a lost kitten when it comes to comforting a friend, or better yet, a lover.

rin is a good learner though. give him some time and communicate a bit and he’ll have it down quickly. need a hug? he’ll definitely pretend to hate it but he could hug you for hours. want to go home? he’s already called an uber.

basically rin is the perfect boyfriend.

but this guy has his own issues too. poor boy is still scarred from his brother so him opening up to you could take a while.

he’s never had anyone to hold so close to him. but once he’s able to open up to you? this man wouldn’t leave you for the world. especially knowing you’re just as scared as him.

oh and his hugs? the best. now in public he won’t hug you, but god he loves it when you hug him. like yes, show everyone how good you two look together.

he’ll definitely pretend to hate it for the first few seconds but you swear it looks like he’s sulking if you try to pull away.

hold his arm while you two are walking together. he loves it.

and in private? my god he matches your energy 100%. he will not leave your side. being alone together is the only time you’ll ever wonder if he’s more touchy than you.

honestly, you two don’t even need to be talking to each other. your presence is enough for rin.

while mans definitely loves to spoil you and take you out on nice dates, sitting on the couch together while you read and he analyzes his matches is almost just as good for him.

now as to how you two even got together? i’d say you met at a cafe. it was a busy day and as there was no space left other than on your table, so he sat there.

now none of you actually said something (god forbid human conversation). althoughhh you thought he was pretty enough to sketch and spent your time drawing him.

of course he noticed (he didn’t seem to mind it) and before he left he scribbled his phone number on your sketchbook and asked you to send him pictures of your sketches.

and that’s how a cute ass couple is born.

he reacts the same to your chaotic behavior as he does with pda. he pretends to hate it. he really tries. but alas he can’t hide the smile that pierces his lips.

the fact that you can keep him on his toes and keep things interesting has him in awe.

horror movie marathons. he loves horror. you love horror. you at least spend one evening per week binging your favorite scary movies.

he’ll also play horror games with you if you ask nice enough :p

personal favorite of mine but the HEIGHT DIFFERENCE? ugh… i love it.

5’1 and 6’1? yes. he’s over a head taller than you and thinks it’s hilarious.

definitely puts stuff on the top shelf so you have to call him to get it for you

as you said you’re quite observant. rin definitely values your opinion on his plays and matches. even if you don’t know much about football, he’ll take your words into account and discuss them with you.

sometimes after his matches, you two will sit together on the couch with some popcorn and analyze the match together. (peak quality time)

i may have written quite a lot for this one… :p

what can i say? i really enjoyed writing your matchup. i hope you like it! <3

#bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #bllk #bllk imagines #blue lock headcanons #blue lock matchup #matchups #matchup exchange #ambrose.matchups

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verbenaa · 7 months ago

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to eden | chapter two

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words are weak, spoken as her back arches. Astarion’s tongue licks flat against her skin once more, drinking up another line of blood that makes its way down her neck and towards her collarbone.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, my dear.” Astarion places a small kiss against the marks, blood still leaking out of the wounds.

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𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Astarion/Female!Tav 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: M 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 4,813k 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: light angst, implied substance abuse, blood drinking, poor coping mechanisms, unresolved sexual tension

𝒶/𝓃: FINALLY posting chapter two of this story, and I apologize for how long it's taken for me to get to this point! But it is here now and ready to be read. Let me know if you liked it and tell me what you think! Thank you all for following me along on this journey!

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There isn’t enough room.

Rin paces back and forth the span of her tent—three steps forward and three steps back—as she tries to calm herself. Her heart beats loud in her ears, the notes of it frantic within the confines of her chest as a leaded weight settles somewhere deep in her stomach, lungs constricting on every breath in and out as the walls seemingly close in.

All Rin can see is that little girl—Arabella, that was her name, wasn’t it?—laying there motionless on the ground, the life leaking from her small body with every passing second until it’s finally gone, spilled out of her like a cup overturned.

It’s an image she doesn’t know if she will ever be able to escape from, one Rin will be cursed to see behind her eyelids every time they close. She’s far from a stranger to death, her own hands long soiled with such things in the name of survival, but it never makes it any easier.

It all weighs too heavy on her soul, however patchwork it may be. She’s not made for such things.

For this.

Rin feels so far from anyone’s definition of a hero and certainly is no bleeding heart.

But she did not want that girl to die.

And yet, in the end, it does not matter because Rin can still hear Arabella’s parents wailing cries, sobs wracking their bones and weakening their knees as they fall onto the well-worn stone, lost in their grief for a child no longer of this world.

Their misery is like a depthless, gaping hole that lives somewhere in the back of her chest, the darkness of it threatening to eviscerate her very being as it grabs ahold of her ribs as if they were the bars of a cage.

A small piece of Rin’s heart breaks for them. She can’t truly relate, of course, she never quite had much of a family to begin with. But she can at the very least empathize with what it must feel like to see something so important—so wanted and loved— slip through fingers like grains of sand, unable to ever be truly held in hand again.

Her legs slow to a stop as she stands near one of the poles of her tent, leaning to rest her head on the rough wood as she braces her hands, trying desperately to take deep breaths and calm the rampant beating in her chest.

Arabella’s death, her parents mourning for a girl-shaped piece of their heart now lost, Halsin yet to be found deep within the goblin’s lair…

It’s all just too much.

Rin wants to forget about it all, needs to forget, and wishes not for the first time that she had simply been a casualty of the Nautiloid instead of one chosen for some yet unknown reason.

There’s a familiar want pulsing through her body, an urge to push all of the thoughts and feelings out of her mind; and the sudden pull towards the cache of wine that promises relief sitting somewhere outside the tent is a draw she can’t ignore as she swivels mid-step to face the small flap of fabric separating her panicked mind from the outside world.

With hurried feet Rin steps out into the fresh air of the night in a rush, flipping back the striped tent flap without care as she walks into the quiet of camp, any thoughts of stealth or poise discarded as she surveys the landscape around her in a desperate search for one of the many darkened glass bottles collected during their adventures.

The world is still at this hour, no one present but a lone figure sitting by the warmth of the fire, a head of white curls downturned towards something in his hands, his silhouette illuminated by the flickering gold of the fire.

Astarion.

Rin’s feet still as she stares at the place where he sits, eyes stuck on his form as Astarion’s back straightens; no doubt hearing her less than subtle entrance into the night.

She wants to retreat, desperately wishes she could return to her tent but she can’t. Not when she can still feel the staccato rhythm of her heart against her rib cage and the panic clawing up her throat aching to be free.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, little bard?” Astarion keeps his voice low, the words drifting over to where she stands behind him, not bothering to turn and look at her.

Her breath comes out of her in short little bursts, a hand coming to grasp at her tunic over her chest, gripping the fabric in between her fingers as she works to find something to say.

“I…couldn’t sleep.” She stands frozen to the dusty ground below, willing her voice to carry her usual casual composure. Instead it comes out just a shade too soft, a touch too unsure; a difference from her normal put-on confidence that Astarion no doubt notices.

Astarion always paid attention despite attempts to pretend otherwise, quick eyes always looking and pointed ears always listening, ready to glean whatever knowledge he can to find something to exploit. It’s one of the things about Astarion that Rin understands, an aspect of him that she so easily sees in her own self.

There had been something different between them ever since that moment in the cave, a subtle something new gleaming in Astarion’s eyes when he looks her way that she has been thoroughly unable to solve the mystery of. She knows she is nothing more than a game to him though she’s still unsure of the rules, as though she was playing a game of chess set in his favor.

Astarion was still just as flippant and haughty as ever, but there was a distinctly unfamiliar note to it all. A new tolerance, perhaps, between companions that wasn’t nearly as unwelcome as Rin had thought it would be.

“Well, are you planning to stand there all night then?” Astarion lifts his head slowly, his words already affected with impatience that break her out of her thoughts.

Rin briefly considers retreating back to her tent without a word, but the promise of caging herself back inside her own mind is simply not an option. Rin’s eyes dart around, looking once more for the bottles she seeks before coming up unsuccessful.

On soft footfalls, she makes her way over to where the fire roars in front of Astarion, the warmth of the flames brushing against her cheeks as she nears him. She can still feel the quick beats of her heart, thumping away as she lets loose a shaky breath.

With a quick look at the log on which Astarion sits calm before the fire, she lowers herself down on the opposite side of him, only a breath of space between their bodies.

Neither speaks as Rin adjusts herself gingerly on the wood, raising a foot to rest against the roundness of the log as she rests her chin on the hard bones of her propped knee.

The crackles and pops of the fire fill the nighttime air, the heat emanating from the flames a small comfort as Rin stares into them, the reds and oranges and yellows blending together as its tendrils reach up towards the sky like flowers in search for the sun.

Astarion’s head lowers back down towards his hands, and Rin notices for the first time something white draped over his lap, a corner of it held in one hand as a tiny silver needle sits between the nimble fingers of the other. She shifts herself, cheek moving to press against her kneecap as she swivels her gaze to take in the sight of Astarion sewing, of all things, in its entirety.

With tiny, delicate motions Astarion begins once more, weaving the needle in and out of the fabric—a shirt, she realizes—his hands mesmerizing in their efficiency. Rin may as well not be present for all the attention Astarion gives her, his focus solely on mending the shirt in his hands by the wavering light of the fire.

There’s a hypnotism to his hands at work, something strangely soothing about watching the movements of the needle move in and out, up and down, in a rhythm Astarion had no doubt perfected over his many, many years.

“I didn’t mean for her to die.” Rin doesn’t intend to say the words that rush out faster than she can help them, said on an exhale that escapes her lips without her permission as she stares at Astarion’s hands and the firelight that dances over his pale skin.

“Well you probably should have tried a bit harder then, darling.” He doesn’t pause as he speaks, not deigning her even a passing glance as he continues his work with evenly places stitches moving in a clean line across the fabric.

She expected such brusqueness from him, but it makes her flinch all the same, the line of her shoulders tensing as she squeezes her eyes shut, once more seeing the vision of Arabella’s lifeless eyes staring up into nothing as she lays dead.

“I don’t know what everyone sees in me that makes you all so willing to let me make the decisions. I’m not terribly good at it.” The words are weary as Rin says them, exhaustion dripping from every syllable.

“Frankly, my dear, I don’t know what they see in you either,” Astarion gives a long suffering sigh, eyes still downcast. “But our little cadre has decided on you as our fearless leader.” He spits the last two words out with derision, though Rin can’t say she disagrees with his sentiment as she sighs heavily in agreement.

“Has anyone ever told you, Astarion, that you have such a way with words?” Something about his outright honesty draws a small smile to her face, breaking up the tension in her body the smallest bit as she gives a humorless chuckle.

Astarion was nothing if not predictable in his reactions, at the very least.

“One of my finer qualities, certainly.”

Silence fills in between them once more—though not as uncomfortable as it would have once been—the quiet roar of the fire and the soft whisper of fabric in Astarion’s hands the only sounds, silver needle still moving with practiced precision.

With another deep breath Rin wills her body to let go and forget as she leans slightly forward to look beyond Astarion for any sort of alcohol. She’s far from picky and any promise of temporary delirium is as much a blessing as it is a curse. Anything would do in the end to numb her, to shove away the pain and anger and sadness from her mind and pretend as though it didn’t exist.

She spies nothing to her eternal discontent, settling her cheek back onto her knee with a scowl.

The tightness in her chest remains, still a vice around her lungs as she breaths in the night air. It would be so easy to get up and retrieve a bottle of wine or brandy or ale, to drink until the thoughts and feelings and sensations dulled and she could no longer remember who she was or the many mistakes she had made; the same as she had done time and time again as a means to cope.

But something keeps her sitting, a kernel of an idea that maybe she shouldn’t let what happened to Arabella be forgotten, the concept festering in her brain like a wound that refuses to stay stitched.

“I didn’t know you could sew, Astarion. How domestic of you.” Rin’s voice carries out into the air as she breaks the silence, another attempt at distraction from the thoughts clouding her mind.

“What can I say? I’m just full of surprises.” His eyebrows raise as he speaks, features ever expressive if unimpressed by her present conversational abilities.

“Indeed. And here I was thinking your only skills were murder and subterfuge.” Rin punctuates her words with a roll of her eyes, her exasperation towards him a blessedly normal feeling amidst the cascade of unease settled in her body.

“Speaking of subterfuge, you certainly have some quite nefarious skills for a bard, darling. Stealing, cheating, lying…why it’s almost enough to make me jealous.” Astarion gives Rin the barest of glances as he looks towards her, red eyes skating over her face for a brief moment before turning back to the shirt in his hands. “I’d almost think you know your way around a blade far better than that lyre of yours.”

“Well, I never said I was a very good bard, now did I? If you’re not careful, Astarion, I’ll have to take those words as a compliment.”

“Far from it. I don’t give compliments, darling.” Astarion makes sure to send a stern glare in Rin’s direction, a teasing smile on her lips.

“Ah, yes. Of course. Silly me.”

“So, the Elfsong was above your pay grade, then.” Rin decides to ignore the subtle jab in the words on the grounds of building camaraderie, settling instead on a small huff.

“Decidedly. Performing at the Blushing Mermaid would have been considered an honor,” Astarion looks her way again, disbelief written across his face. “There are quite a lot of bards out there, if you hadn’t noticed, so I decided to learn some more…practical skills. Turns out I’m not so terrible with a blade.”

“Well, aren’t you just so very pragmatic.”

With a swift motion, Astarion draws his knife up from the other side of him, severing the needle from the thread with a slice. He ties off the remaining thread with a small knot, pulling the rest through the shirt until it firmly holds against the final stitch.

“One must have gold, unfortunately, to survive. Therefore, I learned other ways to make some that weren’t quite so…reliant, shall we say, on a good natured audience.” She shrugs as best she can in her position, a subtle movement of her shoulders as she continues. “I’ve taken on my share of work with The Guild over the years.”

“Not one for the circus, hm?” Rin swears she can hear a note of amusement in his tone as he speaks, his hands busy with pulling out a small, worn leather pouch and depositing the needle and leftover thread inside.

“And be harassed by clowns day in and day out? I’d rather not. Besides, the wardrobe never suited me.”

That would have to be enough information to sustain him, she was neither in the mood nor drunk enough to delve too much deeper into her past.

Not that there was terribly much to say, anyway.

What worth was there in yet another story of a failing bard from the Lower City who—despite the good-natured attempts of her youth—was unable to sustain herself on her art; forced instead to take on feeble contracts and protection rackets to make a little gold to survive.

It was far from a unique beginning, at the very least.

There’s comfort in the fact that Astarion knows, maybe better than any of them, the price of survival. He would be the last to judge her on any of the less than ethical moments in her past.

Rin’s mind replays another conversation spoken by another campfire only days before, on the heels of a timely visit from a certain devil by the name of Raphael.

A conversation of Astarion’s own past back in Baldur’s Gate and of another vampire—Cazador.

Yet another tick to add to her somehow growing list of ways her perception of him continues to change and grow, a metamorphosis of its own.

200 years of slavery and torture and of no freedom.

200 years of hunger.

The thought of his sanguine hunger brings her mind around to another set of circumstance between the two of them, one bound by blood. He hasn’t asked, but that doesn’t surprise her. Rin knew from the moment she offered in the first place he would never ask for her blood.

Astarion had never seemed like someone who asked for much of anything, not if could steal it with sly fingers and quiet steps instead.

But he hadn’t tried to take it, either. Not like the first time, when he hovered over her sleeping form ready to bite into her neck.

This decision, at least, is a much easier one to make than the first time she found herself questioning it.

“You can feed on me, if you’d like.” Rin asks quietly from her place next to him.

A smirk alights Astarion’s features and the moment of easy exchange between them is gone, replaced instead by a hunger all too evident in his eyes.

“Why you sweet, generous thing,” Astarion’s lips curve up as he speaks, the little tilt of his head like that of a cat with a trapped mouse. “That’s an offer I simply can’t refuse.”

Astarion’s eyes flick downwards towards the line of Rin’s neck, the collar of her lightweight linen tunic falling open ever so slightly to expose the soft skin there. Pink spreads across her cheeks like watercolors at the heat of his gaze, his attention focused wholly on her ever fragile skin.

Rin averts her eyes from his face to fall onto the tendrils of the fire licking at the air, the pops and crackles of the flames low against the otherwise quiet of the late night air. The steady heat that emanates from the fire is like a balm against her skin as she moves to stand on slightly unsteady legs.

Rin keeps her gait easy, attempting to pull off her own version of Astarion’s unaffected grace as she takes several steps towards where he sits waiting, his face expectant as he watches her move and sets his mending to the side in a neatly folded pile.

“You’ll have to come closer than that, darling.” Astarion’s words fall over her like a caress, beckoning her to him, and with a breath Rin steels herself as she closes the last bit of distance between them.

She raises her brow as she stands in wait for further instructions, suddenly imbued with the tiniest bit of confidence, feeling a little more like her self once more as she stares Astarion down.

“Sit, you silly girl.”

“Does this suit you, Saer?” Rin can’t help her tone as she shoots Astarion one last look before turning to face the fire, lowering herself to sit on the dirt in front of him as she crosses her legs and waits.

She moves her hair off one side, still in its messy plait from earlier, little tendrils escaping the braid like the smallest of leaves off a vine as he settles in behind her, the beat of her heart skipping ever so slightly at the sound of his knees crunching into the pebbled ground. Astarion’s presence looms behind her, the shift of his clothing too close in her ears as he makes to kneel.

She feels the lightest pressure of his hands on her shoulders, a sharp exhale of air escaping her lips as one of his hands skates its way up her neck to settle around her jaw, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger as he moves her head the tiniest bit to the side, baring more of her neck to his waiting lips.

His fingers are cold where they rest against the bare skin along the line of her face in a touch that could almost be considered delicate were it not for the pressure of his fingers, the hand holding her face just a shade too tightly for it to be anything resembling affection.

Astarion must be able to feel the rhythm of her heartbeat thrumming through her veins, the slightest bit of question skating through her body, though she does trust him not to kill her even if it’s against her best judgement. He’s every bit a predator as his grip tightens infinitesimally on her, no doubt able to see and smell the blood pulsing just underneath her skin.

“Relax, darling. We’ve done this before.” Rin can feel the words brush against her skin as he speaks, lips hovering just above her neck as he looks for a place to feed, the warmth of his breath and the chill of both his lips and hands sending tiny goosebumps down her limbs.

Rin feels the sharp points of his fangs mere seconds before they pierce her skin, sinking into her flesh easily as she winces against the brief flash of pain, her mouth opening in a quiet gasp. It’s the same as before, ice striking against the column of her throat that turns to a hazy warmth as her blood leaves her body only be captured by his eager mouth.

A small noise escapes her throat at the first suck, lips parting on the sound as Astarion’s own move against her neck. The cold pain contrasts against the heat inside her, every movement of his mouth as he drinks her in both wonderful and awful in equal measure.

Rin’s pulse thrums in time with his mouth as he drinks, the feeling of his plush lips against her neck intoxicating. The hand on her shoulder tightens, pulling her body closer to his own as he buries his head deeper into her neck. His silver curls are soft where they brush against her skin, the tips of the strands turning red as he drinks.

Blood drips down her back and chest, the thin rivulets of scarlet warm against the nighttime air that surrounds them. The tension in her limbs loosens with every drink taken of her essence, head swimming in the haze that begins to settle over her as the blood leaves her body.

The sensations of their bodies this close with his head at her neck, her blood rapidly draining into his mouth all send her mind reeling. Somewhere in the depths of her brain, she can feel her tadpole connecting with his own, a clouded bond forming between them, barely able to make out any coherent feeling or thought amidst a sea of exhilaration and hunger and a want of more working through his mind.

Distantly, Rin notices her reactions slowing to a point of alarm though she finds it hard to summon up a reason to care, not when the movement of his lips on her skin feels far too good despite the tiny bits of pain interspersed in the strange bliss of it.

But she does not want to die like this, not quite yet.

Drawing up her strength through slow and sleepy limbs, Rin finds the motivation to move her hand from where it rests to reach up instead, shaky fingers threading through the soft strands of Astarion’s hair against her neck.

“Enough.” A part of her rankles at the subdued sound of the word as it leaves her lips, the way it spills into the air like a lover’s sigh—soft and dreamy and sated.

Her voice falls on empty ears, though, Astarion still drinking greedily from her neck with what feels like no plans to stop as he relishes the deep scarlet spilling from her veins.

“I said enough, Astarion.” With one last effort to get his attention, the fingers threaded through his soft hair dig into and pull at the strands, her nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

It’s enough to make Astarion pause in his indulgence and come back to himself, a shiver working through his body at the sensation of her nails on his skin.

“Terribly sorry, darling. I got a little carried away, didn’t I?” Astarion gives a low groan as he sucks at the punctures, the air around them rife with the metallic scent of blood.

“Liar. You’re not sorry at all.” The feeling of his tongue on her neck sends a spike of heat straight to her pit of her stomach, her nipples brushing against the fabric of her tunic as she sucks in a breath.

“Takes one to know one, my dear,” Rin can feel his smirk against her neck, her little inhale not going unnoticed by Astarion as he gives another broad lick of his tongue. “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” He speaks without lifting his head from the skin of her neck, blood still leaking from the two small wounds there, his tongue absently collecting any stray droplets of blood that still fall.

Rin can hear an edge of arrogance as he speaks, the sound of it infuriating and grating despite her position in Astarion’s arms, body weightless as he supports her against him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words are weak, spoken as her back arches. Astarion’s tongue licks flat against her skin once more, drinking up another line of blood that makes its way down her neck and towards her collarbone.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, my dear.” Astarion places a small kiss against the marks, blood still leaking out of the wounds.

Rin summons another burst of strength, the hand in his hair slipping out of his curls to grasp instead at his slick wrist before pulling it away sharply from where he holds her chin in his hand, her fingertips coming away bloody.

Astarion lets her get away with it, the knowledge that he could overpower her with barely any effort not escaping her as she shakes his other hand off her shoulder.

Rin gets up hurriedly on unsteady feet, swaying as she stands and turns toward him, the heat emanating from the fire warm against her back as she looks down at him.

Astarion reclines back against the log, lazily licking at messy red lips, the dark cherry red of her blood glistening on his chin. His pupils are blown, chest heaving as hard as her own as their eyes meet, dazed emerald connecting with fervent crimson.

They mirror each other in this moment; both of their collars stained red, drops of her blood running down each of their necks. Astarion has a look of pure euphoria on his face, the newfound power running through his veins far beyond that of what she knows to be capable of the living.

“Don’t want to stay and play a little longer, sweet thing?” Astarion tilts his head to the side as he smiles wide, bringing a hand covered in blood up to his lips—the one that had been holding her face, she realizes—tongue peeking out to lick the digits clean.

“I’ll pass.” It’s a wonder Rin has any blood left to rush across her cheeks and down into her stomach, pink flush heating her skin as her head swims. There’s not nearly enough power behind her words as she takes one, two, three steps back from him, each one a near stumble.

“Suit yourself, little bard.” That infuriating grin stays in place as he watches her flee to the safety of her own tent, practically tripping over her own feet.

Rin doesn’t bother to say goodnight to him as she all but falls behind her striped tent flap and onto her bedroll. She wrangles with the bloodied tunic as it sticks to the blood coating her shoulder, pulling it up and over her head with a harsh yank, uncaring of the twinge of pain that emanates from her neck at the motion.

Finally free of it Rin buries her face into her hands, her attempts to take calming deep breaths failing as her chest heaves with the exertion.

For fuck’s sake.

Her cheeks warm with embarrassment at the heat that has pooled in her lower belly, resisting the urge to press her thighs together to grant herself some modicum of relief.

She settles instead for stripping off her pants and throwing them into a heap next to her as she lays down, pulling up the threadbare blanket and closing her eyes, hoping to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

Rin doesn’t know if its mere minutes or hours that she lays there awake, mind spinning, before she falls into a fitful rest, twisting and turning in her bedroll under the darkened sky above as the forgotten blood on her neck dries to a dull red, flaking and crusting against her skin.

She sees him in her dreams against her every wish, her subconscious instead conjuring images of Astarion’s phantom hands and lips along her naked body, ghostly fingertips dragging lines across the expanse of her skin as he drinks from her neck.

When Rin wakes from the dream—or was it a nightmare?—it’s with a beating heart and flushed cheeks, a terrible realization dawning upon her, rising up like a wave as it washes away any remaining chance of sleep.

She is absolutely and unequivocally fucked.

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Yet Another IDW TMNT Theory: The Mystery of Donnie's Kids

Since the existence of Donnie's kids were first hinted at in #139, I have been foaming at the mouth about them. I adore turtle tots with my whole entire soul, so to say I was happy to have them confirmed in #146 is an understatement.

However, as we get closer and closer to #150 without seeing hide nor hair (or rather, shell nor mask) of these turtles, I become more and more insane about them and concerned that we will never see them at all, given the impending relaunch. I've got some Thoughts about these kids and since none of my friends read IDW TMNT, I'm going to inflict them upon you, the general public.

What are you even talking about, anyways?

For those of you who don't know, IDW! Donnie was recently confirmed to have kids in issue #146

[Image ID: Two panels from IDW TMNT #146. A young/current Donatello speaks with an elderly Leonardo. Their conversation is as follows: Leo: You created your children, and you left. Donnie: What? My Children?! Leo: Ah... I've said too much already. It's still hard for me to talk about. Donnie: I'm sorry, but... Is my future self still alive in this time period? Leo: Yes. He Lives in a Tower west of here, near Venus and Bludgeon's Aura Clan training grounds. :End Image ID]

These children were first hinted at in issue #139, during a vision Donnie had

[Image ID: A full page from IDW TMNT #139. Donatello holds a meditative hand sign with deep concentration as he sees four visions. The first is a vision of his past life as a human boy. The second is a vision of how he and Venus are connected through her having parts of his shell. The third is a vision of him looking into a tank containing four small turtles. The fourth is him in a cloak, holding a staff in one hand and small stick emitting some sort of energy in the other. In the air and on the ground around him are drawings of mutant turtles. behind him are three mutant turtles we've never seen before. There is a short monologue in text boxes scatter across the page. The text boxes read: "The lives you touch all have their own pasts and futures, and these are part of you, as well. And, in turn, your past and future are part of them. It is an eternal cycle. This is what the tenth cut represents. It is the whole." :End Image ID]

Now we don't know ANYTHING about these kids besides the fact that they exist. But there's enough hints available to us that I've come up with some Theories...

(Theories below the cut, to save you the long scroll)

Theory One: Donnie's Kids were Created Via Magi-Science

This one I'm pretty confident in. In #139 we see Donnie holding that weird looking stick. But this isn't the first time we've ever seen it! It actually first appeared in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Armageddon Game — Alliance #4. Donnie, having been messing around with time manipulation, ends up in the future.

[Image ID: Two panels from IDW Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Armageddon Game — Alliance #4. On the far left is a fully body image of a much older Donatello. He is wearing a ragged cloak and various mystical-looking accessories. In his right hand he carries a staff with some sort of skull strapped to the top. In his left hand he carries a small stick with a glowing crystal attached to the end. He is saying "... Before my memory is wiped of all of it." Behind him is a larger panel, set inside his workshop / wizard tower. It features a close up of old Donatello contemplating his stick, which now appears to resemble a pencil. Hiding in the background, young Donatello looks on, whispering "It's me." :End Image ID]

But more importantly, we see the stone on that stick even earlier! It's part of Donnie's Gofu, an amulet he made back in #132 with crystals from the thin place to help him channel mystic energy.

[Image ID: Two panels from IDW TMNT #132. In the top panel, Donatello contemplates a glowing green crystal. To the right, a textbox reads "Rin, the first cut, is 'strength' and 'confrontation.'" In the bottom panel, there is a multifaceted glowing green crystals wrapped neatly in what appears to be some sort of vine or twine. To the right, a textbox reads "It is courage and steeling oneself for what will be confronted." :End Image ID]

And in IDW TMNT #135 — which takes places before Alliance #4 — we see Donnie experimenting with some of the crystals. Most notably, we see it attach to a pencil on his desk.

[Image ID: A page from IDW TMNT #135. It depicts Donatello in his workshop, tinkering with his gauntlet and adding pieces of his mystic crystal into it. A small chunk attaches itself to the eraser of his pencil. Swirls of energy curl off the various chunks to twist around his outstretched hand. As he is working, he is speaking into a tape recorder. His monologue is as follows: Donatello: After cutting the thin place crystal into sections, the gauntlet installation is much smoother. The energy of the crystal fragments — I hesitate to say magic, maybe arcane energy is better? — is successfully powering Dr. Lilja's gauntlet, but it's inefficient. Until I can determine where the crystal's power actually comes from, I won't know what limits this energy has, both physical and temporal. In any case, it's a very promising start, and I hope whatever I can create with these materials... will be enough to protect my family, friends, and community. Seri, off page: Donatello? :End Image ID}

So you might be asking: What's so important about these dang crystals?

I'm glad you asked!

Way back during Mirage Vol. 1, the very first Micro-series came out. Donatello's book was a story called "Kirby and the Warp Crystal." In it, Don meets April's downstairs neighbor, an artist named Kirby (in honor of the late great Jack Kirby). Kirby has a magic crystal that, when strapped to his pencil, makes whatever he draws become real, but only for a short time before they disappear.

That in-of-itself gives credence to the theory that Donnie drew up his children, but wait, there's more!

Mirage Vol. 4 #22 it's revealed that April is a living drawing herself. After being unable to conceive a second child, her father found the crystal and discovered it's magical properties. First attaching it to a pencil, he drew up a bouncing baby girl, who disappeared after a short period of time. He tried several more times before giving up. But he had one last idea — he strapped the crystal to a pen and drew the baby one more time. And she remained real, growing into the April we know today.

So, not only is it possible to create life with the crystal, it's possible to create permanent life with it. And it's not just the Mirage crystal, either! in Alliance #4, we see old Donatello draw up his family so he can say goodbye to them.

[Image ID: Two panels from IDW Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Armageddon Game — Alliance #4. In the top panel, old Donatello draws ghostly green images of his family onto a blank white background using a pencil with a glowing green crystal attached. In the bottom panel, he addresses the drawings of his family morosely, "Hey, guys." :End Image ID]

So knowing what we do, we can conclude that magic was definitely involved in the creation of the Donnie-Spawn. However, I do not believe it's the only factor. For one, these drawings of his family are generally lifeless and disappear quickly. For two, We did see him looking at those baby turtles, and there were all those drawings in that vision, too...

I posit that Donnie did his preliminary designs on paper, then used magic to mutate his children from ordinary turtles. It has a nice circularity to it, I think, considering Donnie's own origin as an animal test subject.

Also of note is that Sophie Campbell once said that she wanted to make a turtle character that was a drawing come to life but for the life of me I cannot find the source on that.

Theory Two: One of Donnie's Kids is Artemisia

This one is really just me going

[Image ID: The "I've connected the two dots." "You didn't connect shit." "I've connected them!" Meme from Buzzfeed: Unsolved. :End Image ID]

But I like it and you can't prove me wrong (yet).

In IDW TMNT #117, we get a shot of what the future Splinter Clan will look like.

[Image ID: A page from IDW TMNT #117. Along the bottom, the six core members of the Splinter Clan observe a portal haloed in sparking blue energy that shows them a glimpse of the future. The image shown to them is a camp set up in a desert. There is a small waterfall and what appears to be a Japanese maple tree in the background, as well as the ruins of skyscrapers to the right. The clan and their various allies are there, along with new members we haven't met yet. Despite the rough conditions, everyone looks happy. :End Image ID]

At the top left, sitting on a balcony, there is a mutant turtle. She has a bow and pink face paint. Her name is Artemisia — her name is not mentioned in the comic, of course, but we know this thanks to Sophie Campbell's presence here on Tumblr and the website formerly known as Twitter.

Notable about Artemisia is that she's the ONLY turtle in that glimpse into the future we haven't met yet.

I'd also like to draw attention back to the panel from #139:

[Image ID: A panel from IDW TMNT #139. It is framed in wispy purple smoke, indicating it's part of a vision. in the center foreground, Donatello stands wearing a dark cloak. In his right hand he carries a staff with a bird's head on it, in his left a short stick with a crystal emitting a magic aura attached to it. Behind him stands 3 mutant turtles. In the air above them and on the ground below them are drawings of mutant turtles. :End Image ID]

That turtle in the middle reads female to me. They have a more feminine shape language — wide hips and a slim waist, softer facial features, and the impression of wearing a skirt and crop top.

Plus the naming scheme fits. Artemisia is named for Renaissance artist Artemisia Gentileschi — it would not be out of line for Donnie to name his kids in a similar manner to how he and his brothers were named.

And that's about it for this one, really. The only "extra" turtle we have is a girl, one of the Donnie-Spawn reads feminine, ergo Artemisia = Donnie-Spawn.

I will not be upset in the slightest if this is not the case; the more turtles the merrier if you ask me!

Other Interesting Information

There was once a TMNT TTRPG called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles & Other Strangeness. One of it's expansions, Road Hogs, included a small comic set in a post apocalyptic future that featured old man! Raph with three students he all calls Mike (I am SO NORMAL about that fact, I promise). This is likely the inspiration between the old man! Raph we've been seeing in the current arc, as well as potential inspiration for the Donnie-Spawn. Sophie Campbell is a fan of the TTRPG turtles, and even drew them herself. It would not be impossible for her to have drawn inspiration from there.

Sophie Campbell also created another turtle for the group shot in #117. His name is Kirby, but he didn't make the final cut. His name is clearly a reference to Jack Kirby (tin-foil hat time: which could be a link to the Mirage Donatello Micro-Series story). There's another scrapped turtle named Kirby (again, for Jack Kirby), who was going to be in the would-be fourth TMNT movie who could also be a source of inspiration. He was dimensional traveler. Make of that what you will.

Fero Pe's designs for the Donnie-Spawn remind me of the new turtles from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: The Last Ronin — The Lost Years. Particularly, the one on the far left is rather large like Odyn, and the one on the right is tall and slim, a bit like Uno. Considering IDW TMNT #139 came out in April of 2023, and the first issue of The Lost Years came out in January of 2023, it's possible that this is a result of synergy at the office — artists taking inspiration from each other.

Donnie being spiritual/magical isn't entirely out of left field. In Rick McCollum's "Donatello: The Ring" and "Twilight of the Ring" stories, Donnie proves to be very spiritual. I believe it also makes sense specifically in this context, because the crystal has always been heavily associated with him, even after the reveal of April's true origins. It'd be Odd to give the Kirby Crystal to anyone else, and having him use it to create his children is a nice homage to the original. Which also — it didn't come up in the main post, but old Donatello leaves a note for himself that reads "Life at best is bittersweet." This itself is a callback to "Kirby and the Warp Crystal" as Kirby leaves Donnie a note reading the same thing just before his death.

Donnie's design as an old man could possibly be a reference to the character Tsou-T'an-Jin from the TMNT/ Wild West C.O.W.-Boys of Moo Mesa crossovers, being an elderly, mystically inclined turtle. That would be a bit of a stretch, I think, but it's not off the table.

Unanswered Questions

How many kids does Donnie have? We see four turtles in the tank, but only three mutants. For there to be a "true" next-gen, there should be four (potentially five, if you include Jennika, or even six if we consider Venus) turtles. If Lita is included in the count, there could be three Donnie-Spawn, which would be in line with one of their potential sources of inspiration the TTRPG turtles. But there were four turtles in the tank Donnie looks at, and why wouldn't he make a "full set," so to speak? Were there four at one point, and something happened to the fourth?

Where are they? We only see Artemisia in the group shot from #117, and Leo is not specific about what happened to the kids after Donnie left, and that conversation takes place after that group shot. Where are the others? What happened to them?

Why did Donnie make them? We don't know why, exactly, Donnie made them. We just know they exist. Does he make them because he was told by future!Leo that they exist? Because he wants children? Because he's lonely? For some larger purpose?

PLEASE talk at me about IDW turtles. Do it in the reblogs, send me an ask, messenger pigeon, smoke signals — l do not care so long as it's about IDW turtles. Tell me your theories, argue with me about MY theories, I do not care. I am chewing on my own arms for lack of people to talk IDW TMNT with.

#TMNT #teenage mutant ninja turtles #IDW TMNT #tmnt donatello #future donatello #idw donatello #turtle tots #tmnt donnie #idw donnie #future donnie #tmnt comics #donatello #my post #meta #PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT IDW TMNT #or Mirage TMNT I'm not picky so long as it's comics

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tigreblvnc · 3 months ago

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BLUE LOCK MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @lyraa19

Your match is...

— Bachira Meguru

✦ I'm sorry, I checked your bio after checking your Picrew and…

✦ …I only had Chigiri in my mind throughout my reading.

✦ I think you two would look super cool, for real.

✦ But then I put my superficial side aside and thought logically.

✦ Some of your sentences caught my attention.

✦ "I like open-minded people" and mostly: "I like when someone is gentle, can talk but also listen, has a big heart, is not afraid to stand out and be a bit unconventional in society’s eyes."

✦ This is super Bachira-coded, you know. It's like summoning him.

✦ "I want to be seen and heard." It sounds like a powerful quote on a movie poster.

✦ Also: "Someone who’s their truest self unapologetically." I was thinking that you found the most perfect fandom for this one since every character in Blue Lock is led to reveal themselves in their truest aspects on the field. Especially because there is no other choice if they want to succeed, you know.

✦ So yeah, when thinking of the best match for you, Chigiri took a step back -- or rather, Bachira jumped to the forefront.

✦ (The fact that you speak Spanish also makes me think of FC Barcha, which Bachira is a part of.)

✦ From the little I know about astrology, one of the best matches for Libras are Leos. Air and fire elements stimulate each other in a positive way. It's like in reality; air helps fire to rise.

✦ …And without air, there's no fire.

✦ Very proud of your 95 to 99% score average in love, marriage, communication, and so on.

✦ "I like to do art too, from digitally drawing to hand embroidery, photography occasionally, and handmade crafts." We know that Bachira's mother is an artist, and I like to think that Bachira inherited his original side from his mom. He shows his creativity on the field, especially when dribbling. We all remember his superb comeback during the second selection match when he was on Rin's team, against Isagi's.

✦ His style is very dynamic and uncommon, and I'm sure you would love to see his new tricks on the field.

✦ "Tarot cards, spirituality, crystals, astrology." I don't really see him being into this kind of stuff, but I can totally picture him being curious about it. Asking questions like, "And what does this card mean?" "Can you see my energy color right now?" "Are we compatible?"

✦ I think, except when he's at Blue Lock, he totally has the habit of going to bed very late just to continue talking about something interesting with someone.

✦ Eventually, he falls asleep on your lap.

✦ Bachira is the most optimistic guy ever; don't worry about the bad vibes—you won't get them with him.

✦ I tend to say it's a positive trait, but someone who does their best to avoid real subjects, or those that can hurt, can be led to miscommunication in the long term. This happened to Bachira during his match against Isagi, Barou, and Nagi: he completely dove into the darkness, not knowing how to act so he wouldn't be left behind.

✦ He has an inherent fear of being forgotten and abandoned. Even more when it comes to his soccer skills.

✦ That leads me to the next point:

✦ "I like to give gifts and quality time." I'm sorry, but it's totally acknowledged in the manga that Bachira's favorite thing is to receive gifts.

✦ And the fact that you're good at giving a listening ear (that's how I interpret this love language, at least), I also think you could detect when he's down or in a bad mood but doesn't want to admit it.

✦ Of course, since our precious bee is strongly sensitive, Bachira would burst into tears once you realize he's not doing as well as he claims.

✦ Tears release endorphins, the feel-good hormone, so it's actually a blessing in disguise for him. For you.

✦ He ends up smiling, cuddling you warmly, cheeks all red.

✦ "Thanks, Lyra."

✦ Take good care of this big baby. <3

A word about your match: Like I said, I initially thought of Chigiri, and I still think the two of you would look super classy together. So in terms of appearance, the red panther suits you very well. But when it comes to personality, it's all about you and our happy bee.

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #blue lock matchup #bllk #blue lock headcanons #suo matchups #bachira meguru #bllk bachira #bachira x reader #blue lock bachira #blue lock meguru bachira #meguru bachira

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omnitheist27 · 9 months ago

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The 40: Catch the Bullet

"To answer your question, you get to be a superhero by believing in the hero within you and summoning him or her forth by an act of will." - Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias

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@the-ravenclaw-werewolf, @purplemochi20055, @hulkchloron99, and @r3dp4nd4ch1ld

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I decided to bust out my drawing tablet and use Photoshop again to create a comic for The 40, and I will say...it's a start for me to brush up on my digital illustration skills.

Izuku has come a long way after his year-long intense training regiment compared to his Pre-Character Development self. But the most gracious physical feat he had performed that would make Bakugou jealous and All Might proud, was being able to catch a bullet fired from a revolver.

I was looking over Alan Moore's well-known comic, Watchmen, and was greatly interested in Ozymandias' character and the astonishing physical and mental feats he's able to perform after dedicating himself to training his mind and body by retracing the steps of Alexander the Great by traveling the world. The one thing that interests me about how he managed to become what he is, is through his interview in the second to last issue. Where Adrian firmly believes that anyone can do what he can achieve, as you need to have the belief and willpower to see it through.

And what do you know...Izuku manages to do the impossible after the many trials that await him in the year-long intense training regiment. Reacting immediately upon seeing an unknown assailant pull a revolver on him, and summoning all of his willpower and technique to time his catching of the bullet correctly. However, like with Ozymandias, Izuku's skin was damaged from the bullet due to the obvious friction from the speed it had. But it's still a great accomplishment compared to his pre-training self, as the bullet would've burst through his hand and killed him, never mind the idea that he could actually catch it.

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Afterward reaction from the other members of The 40.

Spike Spiegel: Shhiieeeeeeeeettt kid...you actually caught it...

Levi Ackerman: Well I'll be damned...

Zuko: Izuku...you did it.

Korra: That...was the most craziest thing you have ever done.

Saitama: ...Good for him...

Mob: That was close!

Edward Elric: How is that possible?

Ishigami Senku: That can't be scientifically possible!

Gojo: Bwa ha ha ha! Amazing!

Hanako: That was close.

Souma: Holy crap!

Mako: Whoo hoo Izuku-kun!

Kobayashi: That was too close for comfort!

Tohru: (worryingly) Izuku-kun!

Chika: Hmm...I must keep a close eye on this one.

Haruka: ...Huh...

Naegi Makoto: He actually caught it!

Ciel Phantomhive: That was...impressive...

Katsuki Yuuri: That took some insane reaction speed.

Shouyou Hinata: Go for it Izuku!

Saiki Kusuo: I knew he would catch it. Looking at you Omnitheist27.

Suzui Ryōta: I wouldn't take a gamble like that.

Heine Wittgenstein: He has come a long way.

White Blood Cell / Neutrophil (U-1146): The medulla oblongata must be very active for him to do that.

Satō Mafuyu: ...

Hasegawa Langa: ...

Killua Zoldyck: While impressive for someone like Izuku, I've seen greater reaction time.

Kamado Tanjirou: Yeah! Izuku-san!

Kuroko Tetsuya: ...

Okumura Rin: I've got to train harder if I want to do that.

Fujioka Haruhi: That really was close.

Emma: Go Izuku!

Serinuma Kae: I've got to read Observepeople again!

L: To possess the will needed to pull that off...

Shiota Nagisa: I'm not sure if I want to do that...

Legoshi: So humans are capable of such feats.

Suzuki Iruma: I wonder if learning to catch a bullet would come in handy for school?

Fujinuma Satoru: That...is something you don't see every day.

Feliciano Vargas (North Italy): I'm starting to get flashbacks of Japan wanting to cut bullets.

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Canon MHA cast reaction:

Midoriya Inko: (bawling) IZZUUUUUKKUUU!!!

All Might: (in English) Oh my...oh my...GOODNESS!!!

Bakugou Katsuki: Tch! I would've caught it as well!

Uraraka Ochako: You did it Deku-kun!

Iida Tenya: WHILE I WOULD NEVER RECOMMEND SUCH ACTION, I WILL ADMIT MIDORIYA-SAN'S EFFORT!

Todoroki Shouto: Midoriya...

Asui Tsuyu: That was reckless Midoriya-san, but good job.

Mineta Minoru: HE'S INSANE!!! Although he was pretty cool.

Kirishima Eijiro: MANLY!!!

Shinso Hitoshi: Could I do that...

Togata Mirio: POWER!!!

Izumi Kota: Kick his ass Izuku!

Eri: D-D-Do your best Deku!

Shouta Aizawa: (to the rest of Class 1-A) If I catch any of you performing a stunt like that...

#the_40 #fan comic #adobe photoshop #digital comics #my hero academia #izuku midoriya #bullet catch

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fic-pickyourpoison · 8 months ago

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hi! first of all I really love your fic. Second of all, this migh be a bit of a dumb question but, when in the tags you call it a Tragedy, in which sense of the word are you using it? Is it in a looser modern term, that is, indicating that bad/sad things are going to happen to the protagonist (kinda like whump I guess)? Or is it a more classical term, be it man against fate/man against itself/a fatal flaw which dooms them even as they keep going forwards? Because if so, if you had to choose a classical tragedy that’d suit Lami as protagonist, which would it be? Third of all, again, really love your fic! Also do you have any references on how kid/adult Rin may look like? Wishing you the best!

Good afternoon! Thank you for the ask, I’m super happy to hear that you’ve enjoyed the story so far ^^

Sorry for the delay, I’ve been travelling and haven’t had much spare time.

Not a dumb question at all! This is actually very interesting. Both are definitely relative to the story, but the “angst” tag is there specifically for the sad/whump. Dead Dove is there to really hammer in that it’s gonna be sad and fucked haha. The tragedy tag is definitely based more on the classical term of it, especially when taken in context of classic plays, but its also with a lot of inspiration from modern literature. The themes I associate this story & tragedy with are: doomed by the narrative; you can never go back; died and brought back wrong; the everyday tragedy of circumstance, etc, but the ones you mention here are also very applicable!

I am completely blanking on what classic tragedy would suit her—if I think of one I’ll let you know. I’ve been on a Greek mythology binge lately (does one ever give up on such a thing?) and while it’s less a tragedy and more a story of warning of man’s hubris, I’d associate her with the story of Sisyphus. It just fits haha

Rin! I love that girl, thank you for your love for her <3 There's been a few Rin drawings floating about, but they are all a couple years old. Here's an example of how I envision an adult Rin:

Rin's favourite colour is red 🚩🚩🚩 hahahah

#ask #art #Rin

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edith-is-a-cat · 7 months ago

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MY CHILD HELLO <3

Fuzzy socks - What is something that made you smile today? Soft blanket - Did you drink and eat enough today? Strawberry milk - What is your favorite (hot) beverage? Cupcake - Do you have a comfort food? If so, what is it? Teddy bear - Do you own any plushies? Please tell me about them! Tulip - What is your favorite flower? Warm milk - What is something that makes you feel comfortable? Vanilla - What is your favorite scent? Biscuit - Do you like to cook / to bake? Kitty paw - Do you have any pets?

Pillow - What are five (or more) things that make you happy? Puppy - What is something that you like about yourself? Pastel - What is your favorite color? Slipper - What is your favorite clothes? Soft fur - How are you feeling right now? Popcorn - Do you prefer movies or shows? Blush - What is your favorite season and why? Sparkle - What are some of your wishes? Pajamas - Are you an early bird or do you rather sleep in? Cream puff - What was the last thing you ate and did you like it? Meow - Share a random fact about yourself, please Warmth - Do you like to cuddle? Cozy - How many pillows do you have in your bed? Glitter - What color are your eyes? Cinnamon - What are some about your hobbies? Unicorn - Do you believe in magic? Butterfly - If you could live anywhere you like, what would you choose? Bonbon - Do you rather like sweet or salty snacks?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YES YESY YIPEE HIII ahem

Fuzzysocks- What is something that made you smile today?

My irl requesting to paint my nails next weekend :)

Soft blanket- Did you drink and eat enough today?

no,,,,,,,, i don't like eating or drinking at my dad's but i did have potato casserole for breakfast so there is something in me!!!! We are also supposed to get pizza I think?

Strawberry milk - What is your favorite (hot) beverage?

loose leaf tea, coffee, literally if its a hot im happy

Cupcake- Do you have a comfort food? If so, what is it?

brisket,,, its always the best meal when we make it and it leads to nachos the next day with the leftovers

Teddy bear- Do you own any plushies? Please tell me about them!

I have 5 on my bed: Teddy, Eeveelyn, Levi, Jerry, and most recently Len Also here is a little introduction of them if you are curious! Teddy - The teddy bear that I have had since birth!! in pretty good shape!! Eeveelyn - my first or second birthday build-a-bear (a tradition from bdad) and is strawberry scented, and if you already guessed yes it's and eevee plush :) Levi - build-a-bear sylveon, named after Leviathian from obey me I got it in Oregon! Jerry - big ass teddy bear, like cannonically Grim's size, named after Jerry from Tales from the Gas Station! Len - another birthday build-a-bear (My Melody specfically)! Named after Len Kagamine, and matches with the Kuromi my irl got (theirs is Rin :)) The build-a-bear I got when my irl bit me in a build-a-bear

Tulip -What is your favorite flower?

Foxgloves!

Bunny - When was the last time you saw a wild animal and what was it?

Road runner while i was in the car

Fluffy cloud-Do you think clouds are made of cotton candy?

no sadly :(

Warm milk- What is something that makes you feel comfortable?

a blanket over my shoulders makes me feel safer

Angel- What was your last dream about?

About being outed as queer and having to move and leaving my irl behind? probably more of a nightmare of trauma dream or something

Vanilla- What is your favorite scent?

Eucalyptus :)

Biscuit- Do you like to cook / to bake?

Yes!! especially when i have direction

Kitty paw- Do you have any pets?

Yes!! All chow chows + the cat we feed, their names are Buccee, Tinkerbell, Big Tex, and Elsa are the chows and Cinnamon Spice the Starving is the cat :)

Pillow- What are five (or more) things that make you happy?

Moots Irl Drawing Idia Bed

Puppy- What is something that you like about yourself?

My hair :)

Pastel-What is your favorite color?

Pink, sage green, gold, purple, what ever blue ignihdye blue is :3

Slipper- What is your favorite clothes?

THE SANS HOODIE BEST THING EVER

Cat nose- What color does your phone-case have?

Purple but covered in cinnamoroll stickers

Soft fur- How are you feeling right now?

Kinda upset and scared ngl

Chocolate milk-If you are comfortable with it, share your phone’s wallpaper

Animal crossing-What is the last video game you played?

Stardew Valley!

Sugar- How many siblings do you have?

The live ones 2 including dead ones 4

Popcorn- Do you prefer movies or shows?

I don't really have a preference!

Blush- What is your favorite season and why?

Fall! just i like when the days are shorter!

Sparkle- What are some of your wishes?

To own a home

Love- Are you in a relationship?

HA no! never have probably never will be? I maybe a hopeless romantic

Pajamas- Are you an early bird or do you rather sleep in?

SLEEP IN.

Cream puff- What was the last thing you ate and did you like it?

Pizza! just had some and yeah??

Meow- Share a random fact about yourself, please

I have four scars on my face!

Warmth- Do you like to cuddle?

I uhm??? idk last time i felt gross but it was enjoyable if I didnt feel like that!!!

Cozy- How many pillows do you have in your bed?

Three!!!!

Glitter- What color are your eyes?

either grey or green!

Cinnamon- What are some about your hobbies?

Art, sewing, and sometimes writing if i really feel up to it!!!

Unicorn- Do you believe in magic?

Just a little

Butterfly-If you could live anywhere you like, what would you choose?

ANYWHERE BUT THE U.S.!!! maybe Canada, Australia or somewhere in Europe

Princess-Do you prefer to wear skirts, dresses or pants?

SKIRST AND DRESSES AND SHORTS EVERYTHING BUT PANTS

Bonbon- Do you rather like sweet or salty snacks?

depends if i had something sweet or salty before that! then i switch to the opposite

#silly little bear answers :]#mr. devil!! 🪻

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