#she hold the plushie aaaa!

[nyansequitur]

important franka skin news she holds her plushie in her arms while she sleeps

[leoneed-daycare]

another Leoni centric blog is awesome.. woahg

with that in mind, what are your leoni agere hcs?

hehe thanks !! i’m glad to be here ^_^!!

Leoni Agere HCs

Ichika:

i hc her as an involuntary baby regressor !! 0-4

her main cg is honami, but all of leo/need and the vocaloids care for her :)

she is such a clingy little one!! she needs to always be holding the hands of either her cgs or another baby, or be cuddling them. another alternative is piggy back rides, which she absolutely adores !!

she is a biter!! she will chew on pacis or teethers, but if she’s really upset or in need of attention, she’ll chew on her cgs as well. honami tries to redirect this behavior by giving her safe alternatives, though.

sleepy baby :(!! she uses regression as a sort of nap time. if she’s upset, she’ll nap lots while cuddled with her cg to help her feel better !!

very much a non-verbal baby, but will babble ^_^

Saki:

toddler/little kid! about 3-6 and voluntarily regresses

loves being independent, even though she can’t do a lot of things by herself. she will sit there for like 10 minutes trying to tie her shoes before deciding she needs help

if her and ichi are both little, they’re the cuddliest little things :)!! saki is somehow able to understand ichi’s baby babble…

“aaaa…. bubaba..?”

“waa, i see!! honamama, ichi hungry!!”

she’s a very playful little thing!! set her outside with some chalk, a jump rope, and some clothes to get dirty in, and she can be entertained for hours !!

she loves when her cgs play with her hair and put it into all different styles 🙂‍↕️

Shiho:

smallest tiniest baby!! 0-2 normally

cgs include all of leoni and !! shizuku!!

she loves being with her sister when she’s small!! shizuku also loves it too since it shows how much the little one cares for her. it’s healing for them both:)

sooo so fussy :( she uses regression as a way to cope with lots of big emotions (namely frustration) so a lot of the time she will just cry and sob into whichever cg’s the closest.

to make her feel better, her cgs will allll cuddle her together and give her little kisses on the head so that she knows she’s loved and cared for ^_^

the amount of phenny/bunny plushies in her room. astronomical. the drawer where she hides all her regression gear is just filled with bunny everything. she gets embarrassed when she’s big but adores it when tiny :3

Honami:

is a cg most of the time, but on occasion will regress. if it’s a positive regression, she might slip a bit older, around 7-9. if it’s a negative one, she can be as small as 1 year old :0!!

when she’s that tiny, l/n uses it as a chance to show her how much they appreciate her!!

ichika will cuddle with her and bounce her, shiho will get her a bottle and feed her, and saki will get her all her gear and toys to play with !!

all her gear is apple and doggy themed:)!! she also loves drinking apple juice out of a sippy cup

whenever she feels like she’s too much or being a burden to the others, leoni is quick to the rescue!! they’ll cuddle her and cup her face in their hands and tell her how awesome she is and just reassure her all around :)!! all the love for the little apple hehe

i hope that was good anon !! thank you for the ask :0

[the-tulpar-daycare]

Um

*holds up a unicorn plushie* This is Gwinnie!! She wanted to say hi to you

Also uh, your stim boards are really cool!!

- 🌘✨

oh hi gwinnie!!! ^w^

aaaa tank u so much!! i'm workin on another one rn.. is just tricky bc i can't find any bright pink stims.... they're all pastels 🥲🥲 (no hate btw i luv pastel pink! /gen)

[zygarde-the-guardian]

How's the playdate going

We're at an arcade and she KEEPS GETTING ME PLUSHIES AND AAAA WHY CAN'T I JUST THINK CLEARLY I WANNA HOLD HER HAND TOO MUCH.

[firstdivisiongirl]

hiii ♪( ´▽｀) i’m hoping to get a romantic matchup for tokyo revengers, please? ♡ i would prefer a male match for this series~

my pronouns are she/her, my personality type is INFP, and my enneagram is 9w1. my sun sign is libra, moon sign is scorpio, and venus sign is virgo. i’m 5’6”, wear glasses, and have long-ish split dyed orange and purple hair and brown eyes. i love getting my hair dyed all kinds of different colors and will probably never again be seen with just my natural hair color lol. for my personality, i’m incredibly socially anxious and have OCD, i would consider myself kind of lazy and very indecisive, but also friendly, empathetic, and super affectionate/cuddly, i love hugs and holding hands especially (〃ω〃) very rarely will i make the first move to talk to someone, that usually only happens if i decide at first glance/meeting that i really REALLY like them, and sometimes even then i won’t. and even if someone new talks to me first, i generally won’t contribute much to the conversation unless we’re talking about one of my hardcore interests or i feel like we really click/they have an energy that makes me feel comfortable talking to them. i always joke that there’s a specific type of extrovert (not to say that it couldn’t be an introvert as well though!) that can get me to like and talk to them easily, otherwise i’ll just shy away from conversation. however, with the people i’m close to, i’m the loud, screaming, silly, obnoxious, emotional one lol.

i’ve always loved collecting dolls, puppets, and stuffed animals my whole life, i get attached to them as individuals and they’re so cute to look at and hold and they make me happy to have~ and they’re super fun to photograph and take with me places! i’d love to make my own plushies one day but i currently don’t know how to sew, but would like to learn. i also really like playing/watching people play video games, mostly nintendo stuff, scary games, some fighting games, and rhythm games. i would also consider drawing a hobby of mine, although i don’t do it as much as i’d like due to a lack of motivation and discouraging anticipation of things not coming out the way i’d like them to. but when i do draw it’s mostly in a cartoony style of characters that i like and sometimes myself and my friends with them, and occasionally original ones as well. i also really love cosplay and fursuiting~ (≧∀≦) my favorite food would be cinnamon chip muffins, although ironically I’m not a huge fan of sweets in general. i like them (mostly), they’re just not my favorites. i tend to prefer salty or spicy things. favorite drink would be diet pepsi.

i get hyperfixated on my interests to the point where it’s all i want to think about and talk about and do. i love love loveee buying merch of my interests!! a lot of times i’ll even find myself tempted to buy/actually buying merch of things i’m not even into if i find the characters/mascots particularly cute or pretty~

my favorite aesthetics are glitchcore, webcore, kidcore, dreamcore, weirdcore, and circuscore. i honestly love all colors and rainbows but if i had to pick a favorite it’d be light pink. according to spotify, my favorite music genres are scenecore, sped up, pop, glitchcore, and pixel. if i met someone who had the same favorite songs as me and wanted to dance to them together (or dance together to any songs, really) i’d probably just melt immediately lol, that’s sooo dreamy (*´꒳`*) my love languages for both giving and receiving are physical touch and gift giving.

okay aaaa i feel like this is already way too long and i’m not even sure if i listed the right things, but i hope it’s okay! i feel like i’m so bad at describing myself haha. thank you so much for taking the time to read all this (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)♡♡

Hi there! It’s not too long at all and you did a great job! This was a hard one. You are such a colorful person that it’s hard to pick. But hopefully you like who you got!

You Got…

Nahoya “Smiley” Kawata!!!

Would love your hair. He might even ask you to do his.

Would cook you excellent food. I don’t know if he is a baker, but I can imagine him learning to make cinnamon muffins just for you.

I feel like your styles vibe because a lot of his clothes are colorful.

Incredibly loyal, so much so that he’d protect you if you feel anxious or scared. He does it for all those he’s loyal to and you’d be no exception.

I could see you two spending hours just talking about your interest.

Game night dates!

[riddlerosehearts]

hunter 🦜💛

(for this ask game!)

one aspect about them i love i love how silly he is!! he was isolated and manipulated his whole life, raised to be the seemingly menacing and cocky golden guard who's really just a tool for belos's plans, but then once he breaks free of that and is allowed to be himself he reveals that he is actually just a huge dork. he loves science fiction books, wolves, sewing and making silly costumes, hanging out with gus, and even before he stopped being the golden guard he was already a nerd who would take any chance to infodump about magic. i just love my goofy son.

one aspect i wish more people understood about them hmm i'm actually kinda blanking on this one!!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character i headcanon him as autistic!! i feel like he shows a lot of autistic traits in canon, and while some of them can be taken as a result of him being sheltered/having PTSD, i don't feel like that takes away from the possibility of him also being autistic. i think wild magic and cosmic frontier are special interests of his! i also think he has a plushie collection. i mean, he canonically has an amphibia plush hidden under his pillow in one episode, right? so i really do think he'd like them. i think one day he and the rest of the kids are out shopping with camila and camila sees him holding a wolf squishmallow, looking carefully at it and feeling its texture before hesitantly putting it back down, and she can just tell that he's too nervous to ask her to buy it, so she goes back later and surprises him with it and that's how his love of plushies starts. he also has a small bat squishmallow keychain that luz got him, and a really cute little sheep plush from willow. the first plushie he bought for himself was a cardinal jellycat because it reminded him of flapjack. also, he has a weighted blanket, with a starry pattern on it because of cosmic frontier. i think he gets a lot of anxiety at night and having a nice heavy weighted blanket would be very comforting and help him sleep easier. this is partially based on the fact that zeno robinson once said he thinks hunter avoids hugs because they're so comfortable that they'd make him fall asleep immediately.

one character i love seeing them interact with is it too obvious if i say willow?? yeah, we didn't get as many interactions between them as i would've liked because of season 3 having to be so short, but every single scene they did have together was amazing. and, listen, i'm one of those people who was shipping them before they ever interacted just based on the Vibes, so of course i love them lol

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more aaaa there are so many i could choose for this because, again, disney messed up season 3. i could say eda or camila or darius or amity... but ugh i think camila has to be my number one choice for who i wish he interacted with more. i wanted so badly to see more of the time the kids spent together in the human realm, and i feel so sure we would've gotten that if we had gotten a full third season. i think they would've had such a sweet dynamic too.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character hmm, one of the ones i mentioned earlier involved camila, so how about a couple with him and willow! i hc that he learns to crochet and make his own stuffed animals and that one of willow's most treasured possessions is a little bumblebee plush he made for her. i also think willow likes to call him petnames like "honeybunch" and "sweetpea" and he cannot even pretend to hate that. if he tried, willow would just remind him that she knows he likes it because she saw the way he blushed and smiled the first time she used one of them.

[tinytinybumblebee]

Okay, but imagine this; mod babie Izzy becoming attached to a Madeline doll (from the Madeline book series). He just won't let go of it and needs to sleep with it.

Madeline oh my goodness aaaaa that was such a good series aaaa🥺💖💖

Yes tho! He's got a plush of her that has her little hat and even a balloon you can velcro to her hand! Maybe she's one of the pull a string plushies that has a few voice lines of hers!♡

And babie Izzy falls in love with the toy! It's soft, it has fun voices and perfectly Izzy's hand size, aka; he can hold it with even the lightest grip♡♡♡

They have to be sooo careful to make sure Madeline doesn't get too dirty, or at least figure out how to slip her out of Izzy's grip so they can spot clean it up xD💖

[hyunjinspark]

I was busy after reading and only got the chance to send you an ask about it now 😔

Hahaha I started annotating Star Lost, it's fun!! But anyway, the lion plushie :(( Hyunjin won it for Hana just for her to throw it away. I got so mad reading her convo with y/n, especially after finding out that y/n has been trying to win one for most her life! She really wanted one and her 'bestie' just threw it bcs of the missing eye.

I don't like Hana that much in terms of her relationship with Hyunjin and that's not because I want Hyun and y/n together. I just don't think she's actually into him and she's just holding on to the thought that, 'oh! The universe must want us together!!', it makes me so sad but then again I don't know if Hyunjin is into her. Hana as y/n's friend is fine though! She's funny and sweet, just a little competitive 🤕

I'm glad it wasn't that awkward between Seungmin and y/n hahaha, plus I think their relationship will continue to grow outside of work! Will Seungmin's role be very important?? I can't tell so far 😭 nonetheless, I like his role a lot and him.

The way y/n just flipped herself the other way when Hana was leaning towards Hyunjin 🧍🏻‍♀️ it's giving me Only Fools. Also Hyunjin admiring the sky? That must look so ethereal tbh and then their eyes meeting VDJABSJSJS pls 🙇‍♀️ then him just holding his gaze on her?! Excuse me, sir, let the girl breathe!! 😭

I gasp when she rejected the offer, I kept telling her – my screen– to take it back. Itz embarrahseing 🔫 AH okay but when Hana called her asking if she hates Hyun hehe babes, believe us she definitely does not.

y/n's a very sentimental person, and that makes me melt 🥺 she keeps things in her box to remind her of certain memories, good or bad, and I definitely agree that if Hana actually does like Hyunjin, why would she throw away the plushie he gave her on their first date ???

Felix. Lee Felix HAHAHA plss when he puts it that way, it is hilarious. Oh but their dynamics!!! Soulmates <33 i love it. Him noticing that detail about y/n and remembering the first time he knew 🥺 aaaa Felix Lee you make my heart swell.

y/n and Hyun having the same abomination of a drink AAAA I remember from the first chapter was it?? It was also mentioned! Cuties but then the rejection afterwards HSBXHSBSJ CRYING HAHAHA

I wonder if Felix observed y/n's behavior around Hyun or anything different about the way she acted around him maybe? Or how she looked at him 👀

Then the sad...sad, verryyy sad days of y/n trying to catch Hyun for a talk :// OH BUT OUR BOY WOOYOUNG MAKIN AN APPEARANCE !!! also, Hyun swooping in the last minute.

Let me tell you how bad I had to take a break when I read that Hyunjin noticed her when she walked in as she adored the place 🤜😩

y/n is so cute 😭😭 so so cute !! I think Hyunjin fell in love the moment he found out she actually wanted to get to know him haha like until they reached the panicky Seungmin.

Wait I forgot to add the part where Hana literally turned down the idea of sitting on Hyun's lap as he paints?!?!? I'm punching the wall rn.

You're so good a writing istg, I aspire to be you hahaha aaaa m so excited of the next chapter.

They're gonna be alone 🕺🕺

Is this ask too long?? Hahaha im sorryy

-🌼

hii lovely. dont apologize, im so happy you sent this! this is what i look forward to after writing each part, hearing your thoughts. 💭

you annotate star lost??? let me kiss you 😚 exactly :( hana did not appreciate the gesture, and its more sad because we know yns thoughts about it. and you’re right ! hana definitely feels that she’s meant to be with hyunjin, which may be more reason than the fact that she likes hyunjin in itself.

seungmin will be a part of the story, so look forward to it 🥺 please yes !!! eyes meeting. so romantic, without anything. eye contact is so fucking sexy, especially unintended😭😭😭

yes wooyoung !! im glad you liked his appearance hahahaha. thank u for finding yn cute 🥺😕💕 i love her too, and i love writing her. she can be all over the place sometimes but shes so cute.

they are gonna be alone 😚😚😚 thank you my love. its never too long dont worry :) it motivates me more than you can imagine

[superbdragoncollection-stuff]

A Visual Reference guide to my thoughts through Agony of a Witch

This is a visual guide of my reactions to Wing it Like Witches, written with notes I took during the episode that were typically stream of consciousness. Well, they said it would be an angsty week. I can take it. Let’s see now…

Oh my.

Well this is different.

This is very different

Oh hey, Lily! How are you, hon? I trust you’re well?

I’m wondering if he’s collecting witches just to absorb their power...

“Gah! What the frell--?! Oh, it’s just you.”

Hm, now she might actually be a legitimate threat. How are they gonna get out of this one? Lily, come on, you’re better than this…

Oof, that title.

...Does he have a head for that hat?

Hm, seems like she’s rolling out a proper military force…

AAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FRELL?!

ARE THEY EMPTY?! I HOPE THEY’RE EMPTY!

“Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting owls…”

Owl season!

Witch season

Lily nearly killed herself again! It’s okay, just walk it off, friend...

“Lily, you magnificent witch, I read your book!”

Where’d she get those field glasses? Oh god, Eda and Patton, there’s so many thoughts in there...

Huh, nice scarf, Eda! As a fellow scarf aficionado, I approve.

“Dude’s getting beaten up in the background--”

This ain’t about him.

*Click

click*

“Mom, I don’t like it when you tempt fate like--”

“Oh dren.”

Huh...that look at her younger self...

I don’t have a quip, this was just funny

Whoa. Mom really burned through her prescription.

“Jeez you’re morbid!”

“I’m fine!”

Eda, friend, pal, you just drank an entire month’s prescription

DON’T MAKE LUZ SAD!

“Parallel arm thing”, I love it

Aww, I thought she was just gonna keep the fabric for herself!

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

WHAT THE FRELL, HOOTY?! WHAT IS THIS, SILENCE OF THE LAMBS?!

Luz, go find Amity right now. I’m sure she knows the brain bleach spell.

Hah! That bird!

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

Luz where’s your--?! Is that an owl baby?

...I’m having serious questions about free will right now.

Luz, where’s your girlfriend?

LUZ, THE HEIST IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS YOUR GIRLF--

“Emperor built it as a symbol of unity. Before he came to power, people were doing magic all wrong. He taught us that the only way to respect the power the Titan gave us was to join covens.”

AAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE YOTZ?! FIRST OF ALL THIS IS LIKE THAT RENDEZVOUS WITH RAMA ISSUE OF PLANETARY, AND SECOND OF ALL, WHAT THE FRELL?! WHITEWASHING, COLONIALISM, NATIVE AMERICAN BOARDING SCHOOLS! RED ALERT, RED ALERT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL!

Oh, there’s Amity!

Whoo, continuity! And, boo, continuity!

“Shut up.” Well, I can’t see her siding with Lily anytime soon. I like the detail on her cast. That frees her up for the next episode.

“Some”. BOO, DOWN WITH ECONOMIC CLASS!

Hogwarts. Well, we’re in for some chop.

“Peace”? People die every day because they don't have mixed magic!

Oh no. Oh no. Oh dren dren dren! “Savage Ages”?! “Wild magic?!” DISHONORED THE TITAN?! AAAAA THIS IS THE TRIPODS!

"USE MAGIC PROPERLY"?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THIS IS THE TRIPODS! THEY'VE BEEN CAPPED, THEY'VE ALL BEEN CAPPED! LOOK ON MY WORKS YE MIGHTY AND DESPAIR! I AM OZYMANDIAS, I MET A STRANGER FROM AN ANTIQUE LAND

Oh hey Luz, what're you up to, sweetie?

POWER MUST BE SHARED, THE UNION MAKES US STRONG. HE SHOULDN’T HAVE THIS POWER

WHAT IF THESE WERE COMMON PLACE BEFORE?! IT'S LIKE THE WATCH! AUTOMATIQUE! AUTOMATIQUE! TICK, TICK, TICK

YES LUZ, TAKE BACK THE POWER FOR THE COMMON FOLK! THEY SHALL RUE THE DAY THEY DARED TO

WAIT NO DON’T

Oh hey, Lily, what’s going on?

...Lily did you eat that bird?

Good luck with puberty. Hehehehe-- [spit take] AAAA FORESHADOWING?!

Huh, more Tolkien vibes, the heroes are organic while the baddies have serious steampunk...

Luz, sweetie, please be careful!

What. The frell.

Oh...h-hey Sauron...

I WAS RIGHT HE’S ABSORBING MAGIC HE REALLY IS SAURON

I’M RIGHT WITH YOU, LUZ

[shudder], Frak, it’s like that GTA easter egg...

Who’s that voice…? Ah, a fellow Welshman…

Looks like the heart in Eda’s diagram…

THE FRELL THEY’RE SCREAMING IN AGONY!

Aw, mom’s making stuff

Oh hey, is that Narsil?

OH GOD NO PLEASE NOT AN IMPOSTER SUBPLOT

OOOHHH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU

Hey, she’s got her girlfriend’s grabby hands

Aww, he just pet it!

Nice, nice, blowtorch

Aww, that poor guard

...how does Gus know the worm? I forgot that was even a thing

“I can feel the magic! It just cured my...whatever it is I didn’t know I had!”

Aww, your best self!

Aww, Willow! It’s like Samwise and being tempted by the ring!

“You cannot hide...I see you...there is no life in the void...only death.”

Oh...hi Saruman.

Also, “pet”? RACIST!

Wait that round artifact...

BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH

Mom’s happy!

I need a King plushie.

WAAAAAHHH SHE WAS GONNA GET LUZ A GIFT

...Then the badness happened!

“Did someone touch my frakking kid?

...Lily.”

“Oh hey Edalyn! I see you accepted my challenge of--”

“Um.”

“What the yotz, Edalyn?! You coulda killed me!”

“AAAAAA”

“So I kidnapped a kid, what’s the big deal?”

Mom is mad…

Lily, that kid is one of exactly two things keeping her from removing your tonsils out through your ears. Don’t mess with her.

“That’s my kid you’ve got, Lily.”

Also, she’s totally right.

“Huh. Maybe she’s actually attached to this kid.”

DANA EDA IS SCARING ME

Wow.

Wow.

Lot of anime influence…

[CRITICAL SPEECH FAILURE: UNABLE TO FABRICATE NEW WORDS]

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

Wow.

[SPEECH CENTER RESTORED]

I’m speechless.

Oh yeah, BRING THE RAIN EDA!

LILY?! WHAT THE YOTZ ARE YOU--?!

OH...YOU...FRAKKING...COWARD! YOU FRAKKING WINNOWILL IMPERSONATOR! YOU’RE USING A KID AS A HUMAN SHIELD! YOU COWARD, YOU--YOU--

I agree with Eda on the pathetic! Lily, you can’t beat her without a human shield! A child human shield!

Good thinking, Luz!

They looked down on each other. Now that’s interesting familial baggage...

Hey, you were the one who was team captain and boasted about that--

...

YOU...YOU...YOU WHAT?!

LILY YOU DID WHAT?! YOU...OH, I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS!

DON’T KILL HER EDA, THAT’S WRONG, BUT I WON’T MIND IF YOU PUNCH HER TEETH--

TAP-DANCING CHRIST WHAT?! AAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh no.

...

...

...

...

No...

“Once was blind, but now I see...”

YOU MONSTER! GET HER LUZ, GET HER!

OH YOTZ OWLBERT!

SHE’S YOUR SISTER YOU DRENNED MONSTER! I UNDERSTAND YOU WERE KIDS, BUT YOU’RE STILL HOLDING ONTO THAT?! 

"Go back to your world, this one is ours." Well then, we gotta bring Earth here.

WAIT WAS SHE WRITING THE LETTERS--?!

…

…

…

Oh...Invader Zim reference…

OOOHH! YOU POOR KID!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The Color of my Soul(mates) [2]

[First oneshot]

[AO3 link]

Kanene’s Notes:

Nope, I do not regret the pun. New oneshot yaaaay!! Just a quick reminder that both Virgil and Patton’s mindsets are bad. They can work, of course, but only for a certain expense. Worry not. They will both start to go to a therapist and take care of themselves, even though this will not be heavily shown in the oneshots.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Moxiety and Past Moceit and Past Virgil/Remus (no idea how it’s called dfghjdfghj) in a platonic relationship (yet), but it can be viewed as romantic, if you wish.

* Swearing, depreciative thoughts, losing someone (not death, just stopping to be soulmate), anger issues, anxious thoughts and nightmares. It’s hurt/comfort.

* [~*~]  Means passage of time

* [...] Means change in the focus of the narrative 

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing Thomas Sanders in his series of Sanders Sides.

* Something around 5.300 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Say to someone important how much you love them, be safe, talk with the one that you love, drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                          [~*~]

Loneliness is an island with missing boats.

Missing is when the moment tries to run away from the memories to happen again and can’t do it.

Memories are when, even without authorization your thinking re-presents a chapter.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hey, Dee! It’s been some time, huh? Nothing really happened around here, so I have no interesting news to share today. Buut, I learned a new knock knock joke! I would finally get you to laugh with this one! It’s like that:

Me: Knock, knock.  

U: Who’s there?  

Me: Ice cream.  

U: Ice cream who?  

Me: Ice cream if you don’t let me in!

Funny, right?!

… It feels silly to continue to talk with you through those letters. I can’t-

I don’t even know where to send them! That is stup- not great.

I just… I just miss you, Dee. A lot. My uncle says that I should get your old representation out of the bed and hide it so I can start moving on, but… It feels empty, you know? Everything.

I really miss you.

Love, Heart.

[…]

���No.” 

His words echoed in his mind, the strap of his backpack slipping from his grip, his body throwing itself forward, heart jumping in the back of his throat as his steps inevitably brought him even closer to the faded green, almost white, shark plushie in front of him. 

“No.” 

He repeated, as if this was a spell able to make the scene before him change. His hands trembled and failed in touching the so loved object, a silent scream slipping from his slightly parted lips. Yet, he still tried to think of something. Anything that would erase his choices. He knew it.

He should have known. He read about it before, the butterfly effect. Any choice, any movement, any little thing you did could change drastically your future. It could make events – people – which would happen in your life just…

Disappear. 

[The stuffed animal remained quiet on his hands, it’s blank face staring superficially, not really seeing him. Not like before.]

He knew it. 

“Rat?” He knew it. He knew it. He knew, knew, knewknewknew it! “Ree?” His soul searched desperate for an answer. But he got none. No thoughts, no feelings, no small touches, no acknowledging sparks, nothing. 

That word seemed to ring unbearably in his ears. There was nothing there. Nothing except for the silence and the void which filled itself with despair at every that went by.

“This better not be a prank or this time I will throw you in the washing machine for real!” Virgil’s eyes were stinging. He should have done better, should have thought in another way or another anything. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t! 

“Ree, stop. That is not funny.” Ree actually preferred when Virgil called him Rat, and as his chest was scratched by an agonizing, crescent fear, deep down the young boy wished his soulmate would jump – his thoughts always felt like that, excited, uncontrollable jumpy frogs just playing around – from somewhere and demands Virgil called him by it. “Answer me!!”

His fingers squished the soft fabric, a short, unexpected wave of anger pleading for at least a shout of pain before Virgil realized what he was doing, immediately lighting his touch, tears shining in a sad gloom in the corner of his eyes. His breathing started to hurt.

He needed to do something.

“MOM!!”

Virgil opened his door with a strong slam, running through the wooded floor of the corridor, stumbling his way to the stairs, coming down at the highest speed he could muster. The adult figure was already standing in the living room, the Tv blasting a show in the background, probably the activity his mother was concentrating on before his cry. A frown painted her face and her dark eyes stared at the boy when he stood in front of her, holding his stuffed shark in her direction.

“Fix him!” 

[‘it’ a quiet whisper from his brain corrected his sentence.]

Her analytical eyes danced around the toy in front of her, looking for any teared fabric, any stain or hint of what happened to it, the confusion in her actions becoming more and more prominent as no visible result was found.

[And, as her analysis occurred, the quiet whisper in the back of his mind wondered if this was the original color of the shark before it became a representation of his soulmate. They were together for so long Virgil didn’t even remember what it used to look like.]

No! The boy with heterochromatic eyes firmly gritted his teeth, head shaking. This was NOT the shark’s real color. Its real color was a dark, deep, enthusiastic green full of chaotic ideas and dumb jokes and sparks and grins.

He refused to let everything end in this way.

Realization fell in her face, a soft gasp coming from her open mouth. “Oh, Virgil…”

“No, no, no! You- You need to fix him!” But her eyes… “Mom, please,” the way her arms opened to involve his small, trembling form… 

“Please, he is my best friend.”

[‘Was’]

She hugged him, cradling her fingers in his hair and lightly rocking Virgil and his sobs, her sweet words muffled by his cry. Then the younger one wiggled out of her touch, getting the plushie and running back to his room, the door slamming one more time.

He refused.

“No! No!!” He kicked his backpack, its content spreading across his carpeted floor. The shark was placed in his desk seconds before the Virgil focused his anger on his bed, throwing everything on the floor. His pillows hit the walls and the toys on his shelves. The cacophony of sounds made his head hurt, but he ignored this in order to kick and throw more things. 

Seconds, minutes, countless pieces of time passed before he stopped, panting and with stinging eyes in the middle of the room, his only possessions left untouched was his guitar and Ra- His shark stuffed animal.

Because he loves playing guitar. Because he loves Ree.

His fingers pet its soft fur, wandering in every detail, trying to burn in his soul how alive and colored it used to be before today.

Virgil felt like crying, felt like hugging his old-representation with all his might and just spent the rest of the day like this, pleading that Ree would come back and Virgil would do better and everything could be back to normal again.

But he refused.

He refused to cry like a baby. He refused to let this happen to him. He refused to be made a fool by the Soulmate System or whatever sadistic creature that observed him right now. He refused to go through all of this again. 

Ever again.

Virgil opened his closet and got up on his chair, hiding the shark on the highest shelf under a bunch of old comforts he never got to use.

They wanted him to be a Colorless? Very well, then.

[~*~]

Anger is when the dog who lives in you shows its teeth.

Sadness is a gigantic hand that squeezes your heart.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[~*~]

Hiya, Dee.

Some days are better, some are worse. 

It hurts.

But, hm, good things, right? Today was sunny and refreshing, I love when this happens. A ladybug landed in my hand yesterday, it was so small… I also found another beautiful feather when I went to the park last weekend, very fluffy and a baby on the bus smiled at me after I made some funny faces.

I hope you’re also receiving and giving some beautiful smiles there. Aunt just called me for the movie night so… See you later!

I miss-

Love, Heart.

[…]

Virgil woke up sweating. A tight feeling clutching the back of his mind. However, he managed to catch himself before his eyes opened, the back of his hand pressing them, as if to make sure they wouldn’t open against his will.

Urg… Not this again…

Virgil pressed harder the pillow curling around his head, the pressure easing the irritation as he groaned in protest, wondering how much more time it would take before he finally grew used to this routine. An annoying sensation banged rhythmically on his chest, hammering together with his heart and flying along with the butterflies on his stomach over and over again until a slightly nausea almost leaded the one in pajamas to give up and just find the nearest stuffed animal so his soulmate’s bond could finally be initiated, his representation showed up and then the exhausted teen could finally get some freaking rest  and then proceed to turn a blind eye to his soulmate for the rest of their lives.

Who would say that ignoring the Soulmate System would be so hard?

But, damn, even if this shit always came back at the right moment when the first ray of sunshine hit his face, usually Virgil had at least the freedom of the night to sleep!

His hand wandered clumsily, hitting the bean bag next to his bed and looking for the small device he always left there for the night. He sighs when his fingers make contact with the cold of his phone, quickly bringing it up to his face and making sure nothing else could get in his eye field. On the third try he succeeded to put the right password, ignoring the video shining on it and quickly lowering the brightness of his screen until it was almost nonexistent. 

Four in the morning. What the heck was his not-for-much-longer-soulmate doing up at this hour??

Ok. It didn’t matter, Virgil murmured to himself, his words slurring, completely engulfed by the fog of sleepiness which continued to involve him. It didn’t matter because Virgil was sure he would manage to win that battle, just like he did on every other occasion since Ree. Of course, he never had a perfect receipt for this, only a group of superficial orientations as focusing on something else, tossing around the mattress until the exhaustion took over his body or doing anything that guaranteed his suborn nature to fight until the bond faded away with some hours, maybe one or two days. 

However, this one was about to complete a whole week and his resolution was beginning to weaken, escaping between his fingers regardless of how much he fought to hold it with tooth and nails. The mild headache growing on him was the proof of this.

He flipped his pillow, letting its cold surface rest on his face, adjusting himself to lay starfished onto the bed. 

He needed distractions. 

Songs. He liked to listen to music a lot, something he would be very much inclined to do now if it wasn’t so late and his earphones were so far away. But, stopping to think about it, it was crazy how sounds work, like, even if they’re far away they manage to be heard. Pretty much like that weird sound captured by that boat who was only minding its business… The Bloop. Heh. The Bloop. Such a stupid name… He wondered if it was a Jurassic animal doing that and when humanity would be finally able to answer his question. If it is really an animal will they call him Bloop? That is a horrible name to give to something probably gigantic and scary… Bloop… Bloopers… blooo...

His muscles from his toes to the tip of his fingers began to relax, his breathing becoming more erratic as the trail of nonsense thoughts led him away from reality and straight to the cloak of Morpheus. Bit by bit he started to be unaware of his room. First the faint sound of his spider quietly scraping the sand on her terrarium, second the sensation of the pillow on his face, then the cold of his phone as it slipped away from his hand…

And, unsupervised by the teenager's eyes, his index finger hit the ‘play’ button on the video, and the blasting of Aquiles Priester’s drums filled the room in a hot shot, followed in the same second by Virgil’s hoarse scream. The confusion and sound making the one with heterochromatic eyes stumble to a sit position, blankets and pillows falling from him as his astonished movements tried to be coordinated enough to turn off his phone before his mother woke up and decided to know why and what her son was doing up at four-darn-morning. 

The button was hit and the silence was faster in cover the room all over again, being only broken by Virgil’s shaken gasps, his trembling fingers laying on his adulterated heartbeats, taking large, wobbly deep breaths in order to normalize it, his attention entirely focused on hearing any hint of muffled step outside his room.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

He was fine. Everything was fine. 

This was only a scare.

In. Hold. Out.

In. Hold. Out.

Okay. No sound. Virgil allowed himself to fall on his bed, stretching and humming in attempts to ground him to reality, not taking too long to let the sleepiness begin to slowly crawl to his mind again, his body feeling surprisingly much lighter than it had been in days. A yawn escaped from his lips. What the hell he was doing with his cell phone anyway?

For the second time in the night his body fled to a sitting position, the sudden calm and coziness which hit his senses now having a slightly sour taste on his mouth as the teenager realized what it meant.

His soulmate bond was complete.

His gaze flew to the small pile of fabric on the floor, a glint of a sky-blue color shining amidst it. He pushed his blankets away and his breath hitched when the full form of his soulmate’s representation was shown.

Oh no. Nononono. That was- 

That wasn’t normal. Nor supposed to happen. Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. What could he do?

Virgil dropped – carefully, even if the cold on the bottom of his stomach screamed for him to run! – the object on his bed, getting across the room and right in front of his closet in a blink of an eye. The door flung open, his gaze scrambling through all his possessions in search of that specific teddy bear his mother gave him a year ago, telling it was going to help him to heal, grabbing it firmly and plopping it next to the blue fabric calmly laying on his mattress. He bit his nails while his eyes ran from an object to another, waiting for the color to somewhat jump on the plushie, where it was supposed to go in the first place.

Virgil stared inquisitively at his pillow- no, his soulmate’s representation, as if he could scare the reality into changing itself. His fingers ran through his hair, feet pacing on the floor.

 Ok. His soulmate was a pillow. A literal pillow. That was not good.

Before he could fall on his parasitizing thoughts or hide the pillow and pretend nothing had happened, a badly muffled sound reached him, making his body freeze as his brain immediately recognized what it was:

Crying.

[...]

Before is a caterpillar who didn’t become a butterfly, yet.

Indecision is when you know very well what you want, but you think you should want another thing.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings

[...]

Hey, dear! Heart here again! It’s been a time, huh? I discovered a new Pet Shop nearby and a very nice old lady let me play with the puppies after school. You really should see the hamsters there! They’re the cutest, most precious soft things!!

They don’t have any snakes, sadly.

I… I hid your teddy bear and I’m getting used to not stare at the right corner of the mattress, looking for you. 

I still miss your smooth thoughts, your warmth, your advice and receipts and… you.

I think I’m getting better. The sensation is starting to feel… normal.

Remember we-

I used to-

I know you won’t really read this, but I’m trying to keep taking care of myself. 

Hooray?

Love, Heart.

[…]

Patton loved stuffed animals and this was a fact that anyone who got into his room for barely two seconds would realize. Small plushies of multicolored frogs rested on his shelves. A big polite giraffe sat on his desk, proudly showing off her new necktie and his older ones were in the closet, guarding his favorites clothes. His soulmates, of course, had a special treatment, receiving a seat on his bed, closer to him and within his research at any occasion, emergency or not.

And that was an emergency. Well…technically. 

Maybe…

Perhaps not. 

The teenager changed to a sitting position, his fingers trapping the mattress in a deadly grip, tears falling from his eyes, which was firmly focused on the moon shaped night light across his room, trying to kick out the too cold, too hot feeling the nightmare left on his skin. 

His brain felt fuzzy and his thoughts were all mushed together, way too messy to properly fight against the memories of his dream replaying on his head. The sensation of pure despair still running on his veins as the monster – tall, fast, its shadow hovering over his small form – chased him and his friends. Patton still felt his throat dry after running for what seemed hours, and for when he realized they would never manage to actually escape from it. He could feel the betrayed eyes of his loved ones as he made each one of them trip, the small period when the monster got them giving him enough time to escape, the screams ringing on his ears.

He muffled his sobs, slapping his hand on his mouth and getting up, going to his closet and grabbing his panda. It was one of the fluffiest stuffed animals he had and he could use a bit of softness right now. His steps were tired and he hid his face on the plushie even before laying on his bed again, curling around the bear as if it was the core of safeness, as if it would make all the bad thoughts and feelings go away.

As if it could erase all the nightmare and convince the part of his mind which said that if it was real life, that would be exactly what he would do, that it was wrong.

It was! It was completely wrong! Patton would never, ever, betray his friends, or hurt them, or go away when they needed most! He wouldn’t. He would fight, if it was needed. He would do his best every single time to help them! To be there. He wouldn’t just run away. He couldn’t. He couldn’t be alone. He didn’t even bear that thought.

[A part of his soul struggled, firm on its position. It kept holding into a bond that directed to another soul who kept pushing him away, both refusing to change their mind.]

Bear. Patton let go of a weak, barely audible, forced giggle, squeezing the panda on his touch tighter. Panda was a bear. Heh. His tears began to calm themselves, falling slower from the corner of his eyes, a strange and sudden wave of strange, but welcomed calmness hitting him.

A sudden warm touch laid on his forehead.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Patton gasped, his wide eyes flying open to stare at the now purple plushie on his grip.

Purple. Pandas weren’t purple. He was sure this one was always white with black dots and tiny glasses on it. Definitely not purple. Not unless it was-

Oh. 

Ohhh.

Oh no.

For a moment his breath was taken, adrenaline exploded across his body and his mind went blank, his face stumbling forward to press his lips on the panda’s forehead, a completely lack of words, especially when a flow of sentences began to appear running over themselves and leading to his very tired brain to struggle in order to try to grasp their meaning before another phrase came and took its place.

[His body seemed to relax, letting go of a ball of tension Patton didn’t even realize he had in the first place.]

“Fuck, sorry, that was pretty dumb. Of course you’re not fine, why else would you be crying? What I was trying to say is: Can you get better? No, wait! That sounded harsh and it’s definitely not what I meant- wanted to say. Ehh, shit. Okay. Uhh. Breath, okay? Breathing is a good thing. You have to breathe to stay alive so I think it’s already a good start. Keep breathing, please do not die. Oh god, wait, that is not a dangerous situation, is it? Are you in danger? Are you dying? Oh, fuck I can’t hear-”

A startled giggle made a run from Patton’s lips, making his new soulmate to be quiet.

“Urg, sorry.”

“No, no. I was not laughing at you!” He adjusted his grip so the only part touching the purple bear would be him holding one of his paws, realizing he forgot to stop hugging him earlier. “I am okay. I just… didn’t want to cry on you, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I don’t, huh, care.”

“Crazy how bonds happen nowadays.” Patton attempted a joke, feeling suddenly a bit vulnerable, internally wishing the other wouldn’t ask about the reason for his tears. “It-It’s hot today, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, with the Sun and everything.”

“Yeepp.” Patton sniffed, cleaning the tear track left on his cheeks before resting his back on the bed’s headboard, a beginning of a headache after that waterfall of emotions shining in the horizon.

“...Do you want to listen to a song? It helps me to calm down when I’m, ya know.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m already a bit better.”

“Ok, sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Maybe it was sleepiness or the excitement of having a new soulmate, but before he could think much more about it the hidden truth was slipping from his mouth, “I’m grounded. No phone for the week.”

“That sucks.” The teenager just shrugged, hoping his soulmate would understand the action by his movement. 

Silence impregnated the room, spreading and filling his system, his eyelashes closing bit by bit.

“I know how to play guitar. I can… play a song for you. Onlyifyouwantofcourse.” The thought was quick, quiet and disappeared as soon as it arrived, leading Patton to almost believe he imagined it.

A good feeling bloomed in his chest, a smile flourishing on his face as he held his soulmate’s free hand, carefully squeezing them in what he hoped it showed his gratitude.

“I would love to.”

“’Kay. Uh, cool. Give me a second.”

And then a few minutes later his form was engulfed by warmth. Patton let go a sigh of relief, basically melting in the so caring touch, don't having the heart - that word gave a hurtful tug in his chest - to remember his new soulmate he couldn't really hear the accords, only the shy, calming humming rumbling on his chest and lullabying them to a peaceful sleep.

[~*~]

Feeling is the language the heart uses when it needs to send a message.

-       Adriana Falcão - Meanings.

[~*~]

"How can I call you?" 

Patton stopped his voice before that old nickname got out, scratching his throat. He should try to move on, right? 

Baby steps. 

"Pat." 

"Pat?" 

"Pat-Pat!" 

Virgil rolled his eyes, denying the small smile which appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You can call me V.”

[…]

“So, you’re a pillow.”

Patton blinked, a surprised snort filling the room. “V, I know I often say I’m soft but if you wanted to rest on me all you needed to do was ask!” He added some shadowing on some feathers, giving the drawing of the Bem-te-Vi more profundity. He was really happy he found that site about the birds of America. 

“No, I mean literally. Like… your representation is not a stuffed animal, it’s a pillow.”

“Oooh…” He blinked a few times. “I didn’t know that still happens.”

“What do you mean with ‘still happens’? This happened to you before?”

“Not with me, but I saw a video about this! Before the plushies became famous due their shape being easier to be seen as human-like, the bond would form in anything that could be quickly dyed, just like clothes, pieces of fabric, pillows… I think if they showed it to a doctor, he would describe their condition as ‘comfortable!’” Patton shook lightly the panda’s shoulder, smiling. “Uh? Got it? Comfortable? Because they’re soft?”

“Pat, that was horrible.”

“Awww, come oon.” Patton rested his chin on V’s head, forgetting his drawing for a while. “Puns are harder than knock knock jokes! You have to wait for the perfect timing to make them.” Virgil huffed. “Not even an itsy bitsy giggle?”

“Nope.”

Silence.

“Pat?”

“No. I am pouting.”

He felt a couple of pats (ha-) on his head, the touching going away in a few seconds. “You will get there some day.” The other answered his soulmate with a raspberry, giggling a bit of his own silliness before going back to his hobby. He really was planning to finish this bird today.

“The thing is… Since you’re, ya know, a pillow. I was thinking… okay, I know that this will sound weird but… I was thinking of putting some clothes on your representation so I can… try to see you better.” 

“Ah.”

“Only if you’re comfortable, sure!”

“No, no. I am! It’s just…” Patton bit his lips, lightly squeezing the shell of his ear with the hand that wasn’t holding the pencil, adjusting his body to a better sitting position. “What clothes do you have in mind? Not that I think your taste is bad or you don’t know how to choose good clothes or something like that!”

“No, it’s cool!” The thought came in the moment Patton forced himself to stop his nervous talking. “I wanted to ask you because of that, I, uh, have black t-shirts, jeans, an old grey hoodie, PJs, clothes when I was a kid, onesies, maybe I can get a dress?”

“Gasp. Do you have onesies?? Aww, I want!”

“Everyone has a onesie.” Virgil mumbled in defense, feeling his cheeks getting hot. “I have a skeleton one, a raccoon and the Toothless from How to Tra-”

“OHMYGOSH YOU HAVE TOOTHLESS!” Virgil had absolutely no idea how Pat managed to make a thought so high pitched and excited to the point the words themselves were barely understandable. “HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS, CUTE LIL DRAGON…” and then a bunch of squeaks and mumbling took over his brain just as he has hugged and then lightly bounced before suddenly everything disappeared.

He decided it was safer to let the silence prolong itself a bit longer.

…

“Pat?”

“You might need to give me a few more minutes, kiddo.”

“You need to chill, dude.” Virgil remarked, a ray of fondness shining in his words. He gathered his onesie. It was his favorite one when he was fourteen, now it didn’t even fit on him anymore and it clearly wasn’t made to be used by a pillow, as well, but it would suffice until he thought of a better solution. “Ok. Got it, you might want to use your Blocker now.”

“Okayy, it’s somewhereeeeee...” Patton rummaged the content of his backpack, looking for the earphone-shaped object. He hadn’t the chance to buy the wireless prototype, so he struggled a few seconds to untangle the cables. “Here! So, see you in fifteen minutes?”

“Ok. If you hear or feel something just touch my arm and I will immediately stop.” 

“Right!! Bye!” Patton waved, more a habit than anything else, plugging the Blocker on his ears and the cluing its ventosa behind his head, right where his cerebellum was. A few pieces of time went by before his head became partially empty, only his thoughts filling it. He put the panda away. 

It was a strange feeling, to use this outside his school, nor parallel conversation of his classmates or a teacher’s voice filling the air to distract his attention for the fact that he couldn’t hear or feel his soulmates anymore. He hummed, wondering how Lo was and writing a self note on the corner of his paper that he should check on him later, ask for him to finish that story with the smart detective he was telling him on Sunday before Patton fell asleep due the other’s habit to keep petting his hair, probably a revenge for Patton’s constant need to hugging, holding or actively interacting with his serious soulmate’s representation, more often than not receiving fond-exasperate pokes in return.

He looked through the window, mind wandering as the wind hit the tree in his neighbor’s yard, messing with its leaves. It was a bit lonely to have your thoughts all to yourself…

But not entirely bad.

[…]

“Sooo, howz does it looks like?” The naturally excited voice asked. Virgil just pressed his hand firmer on his lips, his other arm hugging his middle. His gaze fell for what it felt the umpteen time in the blue dyed pillow before him, the sleeves of  his onesie folded inwards in a poor attempt to cut half of its original length, the ‘legs’ were criss crossed and all of this ignoring, of course, the unnatural rectangular shape of the whole thing.   

‘Like shit.’ It was his first thought, but he decided to not send it to Pat.

“Weird.”

“I am looking at my pillows right now and-” giggles, “but come ooon, it’s Toothless! There is no way it isn’t at least a bit cute!”

‘You have no neck.’ He internally panicked, looking at the few, sporadic tiny blue hearts appearing amidst the black onesie, showing the representation was getting used to the new fabric attached to it. ‘A probably-head, shoulders but no neck. It’s like a reverse freaking giraffe!’

However, Virgil decided against sharing this particular vision with the other. 

“I guess. Are you… breathing well or whatever?” His tune was a mix of nonchalant and nervous, the choice of words making him wince.

“I am. Why?”

“No. Nothing. No reason.”

“Oookay.” The teenage signed at the confusion on his soulmate’s tune, why did he had to talk in the first place or be so weird making a such big deal of something stupid like that? Urg. He stared at the blue object one more time. Damn Soulmate System. Damn destiny. Damn lack of socialization skills.

…………

But, dude, really, the guy has literally no neck here, there is NO WAY he isn’t feeling nothing because of that. Pat is probably lying because he pities him after a so horrible, futile attempt of fixing what he caused. No. Wait. He can’t just assume his soulmate is lying because of his overthinking, the other part of his brain retorted. Was he overthinking? He probably was. He always did it. Or perhaps this was a correct inkling of Pat. Soulmates were supposed to do that sort of thing after some time, right? One week was enough time? What he-

“Hey!” Pat’s thought cut his own. “Sooo, now that you can ‘see’ me a bit better… hug? You can say no if you want, sure!”

Virgil blinked one, two, three times.

“Ok. But you let go when I let go, got it?”

“Sure thing, V!” Warmth bloomed in his chest when he heard his nickname, Virgil wasn’t sure why.

He embraced the representation, feeling a bit silly, the same feeling that was fast to go away as Pat hugged him as well, firm but careful. The sensation overwhelmed his senses, but in a good way, leading the one who loved guitars and got a strange hyper fixation on drums to let go a sigh, body relaxing.

He patted Pat’s back two times before finishing the touch. “There you go.”

“Thanks! Sooo, see you later.”

“Sure thing.” He agreed, wanting nothing more than a good hot bath after so many feelings in such a small period of time. 

“uwu”

“How the fu-” 

“NO SWEARING!”

“-did you do that?”

Virgil snorted, the warmth still spreading on his chest and maybe - only maybe, - having a new soulmate wasn’t an entire bad thing.

[paipayaseeds]

Kaede would've been 'awwing' at the way Anya been practically cradling Kaito's jacket, if they poor girl hadn't been fighting consciousness and the cruel temperature issue she'd been facing. As Kaito had been looking at her expectantly, the girl would give back just as equally perplexed look at him. She was the Ultimate Pianist, not the Ultimate Nurse.

"I know dead bodies get cold but... There's..There was Ice!"

"Perhaps Anya has a health condition we aren't aware of that messes with her body regulation."Kiyo suggests.

".. THE MOTHER FUCKING POLAR EXPRESS IS GROWING ON HER BODY, MASK FUCK"Miu would chime, a look of disbelief on her face. As rude as it'd been, she had a point. What type of illness would make you so cold you form ice?

Kaede couldn't help but feel a crushing weight of guilt push down on her heart..it was bad enough that.. No! She'd,she'd come clean later but right now they had to deal with Anya, the person they thought had been dead. She noticed both Kaito and Rantaro's relief, as well as the silent judgment they'd been holding for each other.. Maybe this would bring them together.

"Excuse me. I think I could help with Anya's warmth problem!"The robot would speak, his face a nervous yet determined smile on his face. Kaede would look up at him with confusion, even more as Keebo gestured to the position Kaede had been.

"I never really used this function much before since it took a while for me to cool my system, but, now that my fans are up, this task shouldn't be as tedious answer troublesome.. Ms.Anya, please shake your head if the warmth is uncomfortable."

The metallic being would place his hands gently on her shoulders, a series of whirrs and beeps sounding off before his hands emitted a soft orange glow, as well as his eyes.

"The temperature is currently 80 degrees. This should be a good starter source for her to thaw the ice out."Kaede could only look at Keebo in awe. She hadn't known he could do something like this, but.. Then again, there was alot she didn't know about him. Anyhow, the girl did begin to not feel as cold. In fact, she seemed to be gaining some color back!

Though,

That pesky headache was still there.. And the bleeding. Those bandaids did little but at least Kokichi did attempt to help.

"Th.. Thank you K-Keebo and Ko-"

"Hey hey don't -don't talk now alright, Anya? After we wrap you up and you get some rest, you can tell us what happened, okay?" The Pianist hushed her gently, a small smile on her face as she did. She figured that the more Anya strained herself in he current state, the more tired she be afterwards.

"Yeah shut your trap until this confusing shit is over." Miu would echo. Somehow, SOMEHOW,

Ryoma could tell that she meant it in a soft way.

'That's new.. '

‘Ice...?’ Something felt wrong to the detective, though he couldn’t help but feel bad because of his own intuition; he shouldn’t have been worrying about how she was alive, because she was alive. It shouldn’t matter how she revived herself anyway, he told himself to calm the rising strange feeling. 

Despite wanting to bullet Anya with questions on how she was feeling, how she was alive, what she remembered- he shut himself up as he settled for instead, watching the girl... Very closely... For clues.

"Man, this totally isn't boring at all! Wait- Is- Is Anya cool now!?" Kokichi suddenly jerked back in feigned shock.

"Of course she is! She was always cool; the hell do you mean by that?" Kaito defended, narrowing his eyes at the gremlin. "Yeah, like, ice-cool?" Gonta tilted his head to the side in questioning, not quite understanding what Kokichi meant by that.

"Ehh? Explaining to two dummies like you would be a waste of time." He laughed, knowingly pissing off Kaito. "Hey! Don't call us dumb-"

Before Kokichi's provocation got a chance to escalate, Kirumi arrived just in time. Her presence seemed to bring relief to many, many people. Especially Rantaro. "I've arrived with the medical supplies, but I highly suggest we move to Anya's room, the library floor may not be very comfortable for her."

Rantaro listened to Kirumi's every word with careful focus and concern, suddenly taking the situation incredibly seriously — as should the others, but humour is a common coping mechanism, so he couldn't do much about that.

"You're right, we should-"

"Can't you just transform into a roll-y cart for Anya to be transported on? You know, like Optimus Prime but the failed one." Kokichi deadpanned, looking at K1B0 in curious expectancy. Rantaro sighed, no one here had been listening to him, nor had they been taking anything seriously. A part of him considered flickering the lights, or saying, 'Waterfall' like you would a camp counsellor for children — just to get their attention.

"W- what? Not all robots are transformers! That's highly robophobic of you to assume that!"

Kaito suddenly brushed past the arguing pair, waving them off. "Nah, nah, it's fine! I got this." With a confident grin that seemed to irritate Rantaro despite its good intentions, Kaito picked Anya up like the queen she was. His confident grin seemed to falter, and instead, had been replaced by a very, very giddy grin. The man would never admit to this, but he had to stifle a giggle. God, he missed this.

*Please assemble in front of the Shrine of Judgment in the courtya- Wait, what the cow testicles!?*

— He did not miss that, however.

"M- Monokuma!?"

Kaito jolted at the sound of Monokuma's voice, clutching Anya closer to himself in fear protective instinct. His legs were itching to run; as they know — actually, more accurately, as they don't know, the identity of Anya's killer had still been unknown, and despite logic telling Kaito otherwise, he still strongly believed that Monokuma had been the one to kill Anya. Because... There's no way someone would willingly try to hurt someone like her.

The words, get her to safety blared in his head, and before he knew it, he had already been running away, crying out, "aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAA-" as he ran out the doors. The idiot thought Monokuma had been back to take Anya away from him again, and he didn't have enough time to actually look around to see check if the evil bear had been there, legs reacting before his mind did.

Well, he couldn't turn back now.

Rantaro and a few others watched in shock as Kaito disappeared from sight. "Kaito, stop! You-" Kaito had been sprinting away with Rantaro with his little sister, recklessly, might he add. What if he hurt her as he ran!? What if Monokuma hurt Anya as he ran!?

So here he was, running away from 'Anya's killer' with said girl tightly in his arms.

"D- Don't worry, Anya! I'll protect you, Monokuma won't lay a paw on you, I swear on it!" Kaito's words sounded way too positive for the panicked look on his face.

"What's the plan, Kaito!?" Rantaro eventually caught up to the two, still lagging behind, however.

The truth was, Monokuma couldn't actually do anything about Anya's revival. And so Kaito was here wasting his breath for no reason — well, maybe not, no reason. He got to carry Anya again after all — to Rantaro's disapproval.

"Hey! Get back here, you pig-brained morons!" Monokuma growled, plushy feet running as fast as they could as Monokuma chased them.

[my-creative-hell]

Comfort (Gender swap au)

Light streams into Grave’s lab as he stirs, having fallen asleep in there the night before. Frowning softly, he curls himself into a ball as the noises of the others echo around the house, sounding strange to his groggy brain.

Cutting through all the bustling noise, the soft sound of knocking on the lab door sounds out, gentle and calm.

“You can come in…” Grave mumbles sleepily, too tired to even open the door telepathically as he speaks.

“Hey sweetie, you feeling okay?” Opening the door quietly, Idelia pops her head inside the lab, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah, a-are you okay?” Nodding in answer, Grave returns the question gently, a small smile appearing on his face as he taps his feet against the floor.

“I’m great sweetie!” Idelia answers, her smile bright as she enters Grave’s lab, sitting down beside him quietly.

“Good, I like it when you’re happy and stuff.” Turning to face her, Grave resorts to grabby hands in a request to be held.

“And I like it when you are happy! What’s got you in a such a good mood today?” Idelia questions, giggling as she pulls Grave into a gentle cuddle.

“Um… D-Daniel is gonna come over today so I can show him some stuff I made.” Grave explains, a blush appearing on his face as he glows softly, hiding in Idelia gently.

“Well that’s nice isn’t it! You know he loves to see you.” Smiling, Idelia squeezes Grave gently, her voice light and sweet.

“Mooom…” Squeaking indignantly, Grave giggles as he hides in her more, his mind running rampant with thoughts.

“Okay okay, I’ll stop embarrassing you. What time is he coming?” A gentle laugh escaping her, Idelia strokes Grave’s hair gently as she speaks.

“Uh… wait, what time is it right now?” Grave questions, thinking as he continues tapping his feet quietly.

“Hmmm… its about ten in the morning right now.” Idelia explains, looking at her phone quickly.

“He’s coming in like… two hours!!!” Grave exclaims, wiggling excitedly as he fiddles with his hands.

“That’s good! Not long to wait.” Smiling, Idelia kisses Grave’s forehead gently, encouraging his excitement.

“Yeah!!! I rally hope he likes what I made…” Grave trails off, stuffing his hands in his pockets to prevent himself from fiddling with them.

“I’m sure he will sweetie.” Idelia explains, squeezing him gently. “He loves you!” She continues, smiling.

“He does… I love him too.” Squeaking again, Grave smiles fondly as he agrees with Idelia.

“That’s good sweetie.” Smiling, Idelia hugs Grave gently, the phone in the hall going off quietly as someone calls the house.

“Ah… it’s a p e r s o n. Calling. At ten in the morning… how delightful.” Grave’s voice is sarcastic as Idelia snorts.

“I’ll be back in a minute, kay?” Standing up, she smiles reassuringly at Grave as he frowns.

“Okay, mom…” He relents, upset that the warmth from her is gone as she walks into the hall, picking up the phone as Grave hers her talking softly.

Placing his head back down on the table, Grave buzzes softly as he listens, wanting to be held again as Idelia moves, allowing him to hear her speak.

“Sick? Oh dear…” She mumbles softly, Grave frowning as he curls up slightly, glowing in slight worry.

“Would it still be possible for Grave to go and see him? It might make him take better care.” Idelia continues, moving to sit next to Grave as she talks. Shifting to look at her, Grave feels more concerned, glowing slightly brighter.

“Okay that sounds good. I’m going to take him shopping and I’ll drop him over with some comfort food for Daniel.” Idelia explains, smiling gently.

Watching her, Grave fiddles with his fingers gently, feeling slightly panicked as she hangs up the phone, shifting closer to him quietly.

Holding out his hand in a silent request, Grave hides his other one away as Idelia holds onto it gently, hugging him softly.

“Would it be okay if I brought some of the stuff I made?” Grave questions softly, returning the hug, tapping his feet quietly.

“Of course sweetie. Daniel’s just… not feeling too great so we’re going to go to him.” Idelia explains, smiling gently.

“What’s happening anyways?” Frowning slightly, Grave asks the question pressing in his mind, feeling concerned and confused.

“Daniel is… experiencing his time of the month, and it doesn’t make him feel good, since he doesn’t want it to happen for obvious reasons.” Idelia explains, sighing quietly.

“Oh…” Frowning more, Grave takes it in. “That kinda sucks a lot of ass…” He comments quietly.

“It does, but we are going to make it a little better for him.” Idelia explains, smiling as she gently pets his hair.

“I’m gonna kiss him a whole lot… and blanket fort. That’s always important.” Grave explains, a small smile on his face as he taps his feet.

“It is. His uncle is letting you stay with him for a while until he gets better.” Idelia explains, smiling kindly.

“Yay!!!” Feeling excited now, Grave wiggles as he listens, realising he gets to spend more time with Daniel.

“Shall we go and get some nice food for Daniel?” Idelia questions, giggling at Grave’s obvious joy.

“Of course, he deserves nice everything!!!” Grave exclaims, bouncing excitedly as he speaks.

“Of course he does! Come on then.” Giggling, Idelia stands up from the chair, beckoning for Grave to follow her.

Squeaking happily, Grave stands up from his chair, following Idelia as she walks through the house, heading for the car.

“Grab the things you want to bring and some extra clothes, I’ll drop you off when we’re done shopping.” She explains, smiling warmly.

“Okay!!!” Grave agrees, picking up the inventions he wants to bring, stashing them in his pockets as he pulls out some extra hoodies, running towards the car excitedly, making Idelia giggle as he unlocks it for him.

“Its t i m e!!!” Getting inside the car, Grave straps himself in as Idelia gets in the drivers seat.

“So, there’s a few things we should definitely get, since Daniel is no doubt going to be in pain.” She explains, pulling the car out of the house, driving in the direction of the shop.

“Pain relievers and a knife!” Grave exclaims, curling into a ball comfortable as Idelia drives.

“Painkillers and a hot water bottle might do it, and a warm blanket.” She explains, smiling as she peeks over at Grave.

“Would a weighted blanket be good too or nah?” Grave questions, thinking over his options as he speaks.

“I think it’ll be very good for him.” Idelia reassures him, smiling warmly in response as she watches Grave.

“Its heavy heat!!!” Grave explains, glowing softly as Idelia giggles in amusement, pulling into the store parking lot quietly.

“Its very good.” She agrees, cutting the engine and pulling out her keys quietly, unlocking the doors.

“I wanna buy him space things!!!” Grave exclaims, bouncing in his seat excitedly as he looks at the large store in front of them.

“That sounds like a great idea!” Idelia explains, giggling as she opens her door, watching Grave opt to clip through his instead.

“It t i m e.” He speaks in a calm voice, watching Idelia lock the car, moving to grab a shopping trolley for them to fill.

“Can I get inside?” Grave requests, his eyes flicking between the trolley and Idelia as he asks.

“I don’t see why not.” Idelia answers, snorting in amusement as she watches Grave try and behave maturely.

“I am a b i g b o y!” Squeaking, Grave climbs into the trolley, giggling happily as he sits inside it.

“Mhm, a very big boy.” Idelia confirms, laughing in amusement as she pushes the trolley into the store.

“I’m the hugest man, I can drink c l o u d s!” Grave exclaims, trying to stay still in the trolley as he smiles.

“My very big boy.” Agreeing, Idelia pushes him to the section of the store with blankets and pillows, giggling quietly.

“Bit boy gon get stuff for c a y c o m f o r t time!!!” Grave exclaims, feeling excited as he sees the aisle full of blankets and plushies.

“You are. What shall we get?” Idelia questions, smiling brightly as she looks down at Grave.

“Blankets!!! And maybe stuffed animals, cuz why not.” Grave explains, thinking as Idelia smiles, pushing the trolley closer to the shelves so he can reach them.

“I am a small boi.” Grave states, pulling some blankets and plushies out of the shelves, hiding in them happily.

“Very small, like when you were a babey.” Idelia agrees, stroking his hair gently as she giggles. “Shall we go get some comfort food?” She continues.

“Of course! We’re gonna but the whole aisle!” Grave jokes, wiggling his hands excitedly as Idelia laughs, pushing the trolley to the food aisles for him.

“Hhh m o n c h.” Grave comments, looking at the food in the aisle as Idelia snorts, watching him.

“Since Daniel isn’t eating very well, any food is good for him at the moment, and I’m sure he’ll be more inclined to snack.” She explains calmly.

“I wanna get him e v e r y t h i n g now.” Grave explains, looking at the aisle of food as he fiddles with his hands, thoughts flooding his head.

“You can get quite a bit, you’ll be there a few days.” Giggling, Idelia keeps her voice low as she speaks.

“Good!!! He deserves a lot of good things and I love him a lot so aaaa!” Grave exclaims, wiggling happily.

“Well, some advice, sweet things usually go down very well, since your moods tend to swing a lot.” She explains, smiling gently down at Grave, pushing him closer to the aisle so he can grab items.

“N o i c e!” Grave exclaims, pocking up a selection of sweets and snacks from the shelves, placing them in the trolley. “Is this okay?” He questions.

“If you think it is, then it is!” Idelia answers, giggling quietly as she watches, amused.

“It i s!!!” Grave explains, fiddling with his hands excitedly as Idelia smiles down at him, moving to the medicine aisle, proceeding to pick up some painkillers a heating pad for Daniel to use.

Closing his eyes, Grave hums a soft melody, thoughts filling his head as Idelia smiles, moving the trolley to a self-service lane to check out.

“Time for b u y.” Grave comments, sounding out of it as he gets consumed by his thoughts, making Idelia giggle as she scans the items, swiftly placing them into the bags provided.

Grave beeps along as Idelia scans the items, making her smile as she packs them expertly into the bag, quickly paying for the items.

“We legally own these things now, time to sacrifice them to our lord and saviour Danny Devito.” Grave jokes, making his voice sound serious as Idelia laughs.

“Ready to go see him?” She questions, smiling as she pats his head gently, her hand warm and soft.

“Yeah!!!” Feeling excited, Grave squeaks, glowing softly as Idelia moves outside the store.

“He’ll be happy to see you.” She notes sweetly, watching Grave shift in the trolley to look up at her.

“You think so?” He questions, glowing brighter as he looks at her in hope and excitement.

“Of course! He loves you and if anything he needs you right now.” Idelia explains, stroking Grave’s head gently as she moves beside the car, easily moving the bags inside of it.

Squeaking, Grave hides as he thinks about being able to hug Daniel, making Idelia smile as she opens the passenger side door, carefully lifting Grave from the trolley, placing him in the seat as she puts the trolley away.

“Gon see him n o w.” Grave mumbles, beeping contently as he curls up on the seat, watching Idelia get in the drivers seat, shutting the door.

“You are!” She agrees, starting the car quietly, driving out of the parking lot in the direction of Daniel’s home.

“I’m gonna kiss his face!!! And tell him I love him a lot and other gay stuff.” Grave explains, watching his mom drive.

“That’s exactly what he’s going to need.” Idelia explains, smiling brightly as she focuses on the road.

“And… d o g. Dunno where its gonna come from but… its there now.” Grave continues, Idelia giggling as she drives onto the street, able to see Daniel’s home in the distance.

Grave bounces in his seat excitedly as they get closer, trying to stop himself as Idelia pulls into the driveway, turning to look at him as she smiles.

“Go and give that poor boy some comfort.” She encourages him quietly, keeping her voice soft.

“Comfort ad c h e e e e s e.” Grave continues, saying random words in his head as Idelia laughs, grabbing the bags of supplies and handing them to him gently.

“Have fun and text me if there’s any issues, okay?” She reminds him, smiling brightly.

“I will, love you mom!” Grave exclaims, leaning forward to give Idelia a quick kiss before getting out of the car. Smiling, Idelia watches him walk to the front door before backing up off of the driveway, making her way home.

Tapping his feet quietly against the floor, Grave knocks on the front door, watching as Daniel’s uncle opens it, smiling when he see’s him.

“Hi, I’m here!” Grave explains, glowing as he smiles brightly, Robert returning the smile as he opens the door, letting him inside.

“You are, and it’s very good. I think Daniel needs you.” He explains, hushing his voice as he speaks.

“He does! And I’m gonna help him not feel aaa.” Grave explains, moving inside the house as he taps his feet quietly against the floor.

“He’s been in his room since it started. He doesn’t come out, doesn’t eat lot… you being here will do some good.” Robert explains, gently patting Grave’s shoulder affectionately.

“I sure hope so…” Grave mumbles, feeling slightly concerned, though Robert smiles reassuringly.

“Why don’t you go up and see him, I’m here if you need anything.” He explains quietly.

“O-Okay, thanks!” With that, Grave moves up the stairs swiftly, softly knocking on the door to Daniel’s room, able to hear him hum groggily from behind the door.

“Can I come in?” Grave requests, keeping his voice low as worry rises inside of him.

“Y-Yeah…” Daniel answers after a moment, faint shuffling noises coming from inside the room.

“Hi…” Clipping inside the room, Grave smiles gently as he see’s Daniel, curled up in his bed underneath the covers.

“Hey.” He answers quietly, only his head emerged outside of his bed covers as he watches Grave.

“Do you want hugs?” Grave questions, thinking over his options as he taps quietly. Nodding, Daniel curls up in his covers as a wave of pain radiates through him.

“Sorry…” Apologising quietly, Grave slips into the bed with him, hugging him gently as he envelopes Daniel in his warmth.

“Not your fault…” Daniel mumbles, nuzzling into Grave gently as he cuddles up to him.

“I know, but it still sucks ass…” Grave explains, planting a gentle kiss onto Daniel’s forehead.

“It hurts a bunch.” Daniel explains, whining gently as his stomach cramps up, making him feel sick.

“Do you want some painkillers?” Grave offers, feeling slightly worried for Daniel as he nods, hiding in Grave to get comfortable.

Not moving from his spot in the bed, Grave passes Daniel the painkillers using his telekinesis, watching Daniel swallow the tablets, relaxing slightly as he leans into Grave.

“Have h o t.” Moving the heating pad in the same manner, Grave turns it on, Daniel whining softly as he cuddles into the warmth.

“Is there anything else you need?” Grave questions, keeping his voice hushed as he speaks.

“Just you…” Daniel admits, voice barely above a whisper as he burrows into Grave further.

Smiling, Grave gently plants kisses on Daniel’s face, watching a small smile break out onto his face as he hums in response.

“Wanna hear a dumb joke?” Grave questions, wanting to cheer Daniel up more as he nods softly in response.

“My mom is very disappointed that I have no sense of direction, so I packed up my stuff and right.” Grave tells the joke, Daniel giggling quietly as he peeks up at Grave, seeming happier.

“Its y o u!!!” Grave exclaims, feeling happier as Daniel smiles softly, wrapping his arms around him.

“Why’d you come?” He questions quietly, giving Grave a gentle hug as he speaks, his voice low and doubtful.

“Because you needed comfort and stuff and also I’m gay. That’s not relevant to the reason why I came, but I thought it was a nice reminder.” Grave explains, returning the hug.

“This doesn’t… make you think less of me?” Daniel questions, frowning softly as he hides his face from view.

“Of course not!” Grave reassures him, frowning as he shakes his head, feeling concerned as Daniel sniffles.

“But… men don’t bleed like this.” Daniel argues, the negative thoughts and feelings making him feel wrong inside his body, his stomach twisting in disgust.

“That’s not true…” Grave reassures him, kissing his forehead gently in an attempt to comfort him.

“What if I’m not a b-boy?” Daniel questions, tears forming in his eyes as he curls up into a ball.

“You are a boy!” Grave encourages him gently, squeezing him in the hug gently, wanting to make him feel better.

“How do you know?” Daniel presses, curling into Grave gently as he sniffles, feelin overwhelmed.

“Because you are.” Grave explains quietly, kissing him gently as Daniel sniffles, tears forming in his eyes. “…Sorry.” He apologises, feeling concerned as he watches Daniel, unsure of what to say.

“N-Not upset with you.” Daniel explains, shaking his head as Grave runs his hand softly through his hair in a soothing manner.

“I know, but still…” Grave explains, glowing softly as Daniel curls up on top of him, getting comfortable.

“Thanks for coming…” His voice is low as he thanks Grave, sniffling quietly in his chest.

“You’re welcome!” Grave exclaims, going quiet as he thinks of something. “How long has it been since you ate something?” He questions, listening to Daniel hum in response.

“Since this started, so… two days?” He admits, hiding himself in Grave as he speaks, being as quiet as possible.

“That’s not good! You need to eat… like now.” Grave urges him, feeling concerned as Daniel groans.

“…Okay.” He gives in, not wanting to worry Grave any more than he already had.

“C o n s u m e.” Grave urges, handing some food to Daniel carefully, watching him smile at the silly voice as he nibbles on some of it, not wanting to make himself feel sick.

“Yay!” Smiling, Grave wiggles happily as Daniel giggles, burying his face in him gently as he blushes.

“Mmmguess what?” Grave questions, holding Daniel gently in his arms as he speaks, voice low.

“What?” Daniel answers quietly, pulling the covers on his bed over the both of them to keep warm.

“I love you!” Grave exclaims, kissing Daniel’s face gently as he blushes, whining softly as he hides.

“Sorry…” Giggling, Grave apologises, not feeling sorry at all as Daniel pouts at him.

“No you’re not…” Daniel comments, his face burning red as he glares up at Grave quietly.

“Mmmaybe I’m not… maybe.” Grave admits, looking away as he attempts not to laugh at Daniel.

“You aren’t.” Daniel argues, pouting more as he hides his red face from view, feeling flustered.

“Okay I-I’m actually sorry this time.” Grave continues, smiling as he glows softly, hearing Daniel huff quietly as he peeks up at him. “It y o u!!” Smiling, Grave glows as he watches Daniel blush more, nuzzling into him as he smiles.

“You tiny.” Grave comments, lying as he strokes Daniel’s hair softly, smiling as Daniel blushes.

“Nooooo…” He complains, hiding in Grave, though he leans into the gentle touch appreciatively.

“You a r e! You have tiny babey energy and I love it!” Grave exclaims, Daniel whining as he hides more, burrowing into him gently. “You’re my tiny babey!!! And I’m gonna give you love forever.” Grave explains, able to feel the heat coming off of Daniel’s face as he hides from his view.

“Can you stop hiding real quick? I wanna kiss your face!” Grave exclaims, glowing softly as Daniel whines, moving his head so he can be seen.

Smiling, Grave litters his faces with kisses, watching Daniel turn a deep shade of red in response.

“Hhh how are you so damn c u t e???” Grave questions, Daniel squeaking as he listens, starting to seem sleepy.

“Ssleeby boi. My sleeby boi!” Lowering his voice, Grave pokes Daniel’s nose gently, making him hum as he yawns quietly.

Closing his eyes, Grave presses their foreheads together as Daniel lays back down in the bed, feeling tired now.

Feeling sleepy himself, Grave curls into a ball as Daniel smiles, nestling into him for warmth.

Squeaking quietly, Grave allows himself to drift off to sleep, Daniel following close behind as he embraces him, feeling much better and happier now that they’re together.

[selfshippinglover]

Mocha, Shortcake, Lemon Bar from the sweet asks and any of your babes you want to answer with? ^^

I’ve decided to do Tobe(He’s my new main so ofc!!) Gregory(lol I’ll never be over this rat) Sadie (she needs more love!!) and Flug <3

Mocha: Both Tobe and I are easily scared so we both end up doing so! I usually slam my eyes shut and cuddle up into him, kinda shaking. He gets shakey too but I can tell that he calms down more when we hold hands <3

Gregory is easily scared too! (though you didn’t hear that from me) As much as I’ll cling to him, he’ll always pretend to be stoic despite being literally shaking Xl

Sadie is brave guys! She LOVES horror movies the most! Unsurprisingly, this means I’l be clinging to her a lot of the time. She feels bad about the movie selection sometimes afterwards but I always remind her that I agreed and am intrested! It’s just hard sometimes due to anxiety and such. 

Lol Neither Flug nor I are brave. We both suffer from anxiety so our minds are aginst on this. I usually end up squeezing him for comfort whilst he pets my back ;0;

Shortcake: Tobe and I are both pretty big on physical affection! :D If we’re alone at home and the ninjas aren’t around(though i don’t actually mind :p)  we’re cuddling and covering eachother in smooches! If we’re out together, we’re holding hands!! (until he runs off to fight Garu of course -_-’)

Gregory isn’t apt on it in public so much but I’m down for anytime!(I’m just cuddly all the time guys) So, we usually get to do it in private, at night, sneaking kisses in crossing~ (He gets SO pink!! >;33))

Sadie and I are pretty much the same in the way that we will show our love in pretty much anyway we can! Whether it’s plushies, a song, chocolates, unexpected flirting, kisses, flowers, anything!

We both just get eachother whatever we can! We’re both very romantic but I have more time than him. Because of this, he usually tries to do a lot bigger things for me. (I.E. making invemtions, planning dinner dates, etc.) I remind him that I’m all godd with small nights in and I don’t want him to push himself so much!

Lemon Bar: O-Oh gosh! That one is kinda tricky as I just f/o’d him but I’m gonna go with this one! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yd8_dkTfRUg

It’s difficult to choose for Gregory cause’ he’s very particular but I’ll go with

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gfc_nijnfew

Sadie my dear! I know just what to choose!~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRW1JcSRPgU

For some reason, this song makes me think Flug only

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_exxTWKWxg

AAAA THANK YOUUU!! I OWE YOU MY LIFE RN!!! :DD Sorry it got kinda long but I was just having a blast :DD

[the-kipsabian]

Jared (we with Kit's assistance) making a cute af little gintendo bunker out of dorm room with extra fairy lights, scented candles and copies of the newly released let's go pikachomp and let's go eeree, with brand new bubblesaur and vaporee plushes he'd bought for this evening. She comes in and it's just an aesthetic heaven tbh

kit would walk her back to dorm from like. idk a day of arting in the art room and then theyre like “oh heck i forgot something” and take their leave so mads needs to enter in the dorm alone and shes like ‘great i can just crawl into bed and sleep like forever’ but oh whats this? so many blankets and cute fairy lights and jared’s scent of ham is masked behind the candles (im sure they did this on purpose LOL) and hes sitting there holding like a plate of kit-made cookies being like “hey so i heard youve had rough time recently how about we go catch some critterpies”

mads would probably cry. from all the happy emotions and pure exhaustion and jared just being so nice and he tries to not freak out by bringing her into the fort and giving her cookies and a blanket and all the plushies to hug and aaaa

[random-bi-writer]

#its fROM OUR IDIOTS AHJBSHJS LOUIE DAMMIT#HUNTER AND LOUIE BEST FRENEMIES CANON PLEASE/??#/Why is everyone here covered in scars?/ (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)#OMG HUEY#MOLLY INTRODUCING EVERYBODY AAAA HAGJBAHS#OWA MARCY LINE MARCY LINE#/Libby noticed that Anne was staring at the two with a look in her eyes. Like she knows something./ HEH.#wait im actually not sure whats going on#/Getting turned into wood was not fun.//Luz froze at that./ ARROW I SWEAR#A RAT PLUSHIE? HAHAHHAHA LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO#LOUIE MY BELOVED#SHARP AS EVER. IS THAT GONNA BE A...KNIFE PUN. IS LOUIE GONNA DIE

Hold up, I don’t remember Hunter and Louie being frenemies. Let me just... yeah, it’s not here? What scene implied that?

Libby is literally the most normal person in the class like Makoto, therefore, making her the perfect protagonist.

I can’t just put disney characters in a killing game and not make the mascot a rat.

I’ve been wondering. You’ve mentioned Leon making a knife pun and I don’t remember anything like that. Also why is that your first thought?

Since you've already posted a new post; you've missed Croak and Punishment getting added in the watch fic. And two new parts of the prolouge in the killing game fic.

*EXPLODES* /p

[imaginelovelive]

aaaa bless this blog!! could i request general relationship hcs for nozomi with a fem s/o? 💜💜💜

i love you!

- She’s a very affectionate girl. Expect a lot of hand holding, surprise cuddles and showers of kisses. It’s great if you love affection, but if not, she’ll have a bit of a hard time learning to respect your boundaries. She’ll learn soon though, because she loves you.

- Though she may not look the part, Nozomi is incredibly strong. She’ll lift you up like it’s nothing, and the best part is, if anyone is rude to the two of you for being in a lesbian relationship, she’ll pulverise them.

- As you may be able to tell, she’s very proud of her sexuality. She’s got all sorts of shirts, badges and bracelets that flaunt her sexuality, not to mention flags and posters all over her room.

- From living on her own, Nozomi has learnt to cook extremely well. Because of this, she loves to cook for you. She asks you what your favourite dishes are, and then makes them for you when you next come to her house. And boy, does it taste good.

- She also loves to wake you up with breakfast in bed. She’s a morning person, and she loves nothing more than to see you wake up so happy.

- Nozomi is the sort of person to send you texts to wake up to. They’re either lovely paragraphs saying how beautiful you are, and how lucky she is to have you, or a completely out of context meme that’s only funny because it doesn’t make sense. No inbetween.

- Nozomi is a bit of a sucker for plushies and stuffed toys. SHe gets a bit embarrased about it at first, but once you know, she loves to snuggle with you whilst the two of you are buried in stuffed toys. 

- She likes dates that release her inner child. Living on her own can kind of force her into adulthood, so sometimes is nice to go somewhere like an aquarium or the fair just so she can feel young again.