#so far nothing though T_T

[hermitclips]

Do you happen to have that one clip of etho walking by bdubs in the nether hub and they go “hi etho” “hi bdub” the way they each say the others name is so funny and cute and I’ve been looking for ages!! I think it’s from s7? Around the time bdubs changes his skin

oooh that sounds so familiar!! I'm afraid I don't have it right now though. I'll try digging around for it because I could have sworn I've heard that exact clip before!

p.s. the tags on this got a bit long but in case you made it this far here's one of the clips I was talking about

[mirrology]

Can I ask a boothill with an adopted child/teen reader that's hps (hyper sensitive) and also has parental trauma

(You don't have to do this if you feel uncomfortable 🐧)

ノstar .ᐟ ʚɞ

୨୧ No matter that love's gone, We just see it shining. We've traveled very far, I'll keep a leftover light burning. So you can keep looking up, Isn't that worth holding on? — star, mitski.

boothill & gender neutral reader. platonic | wc: 1.6k

tags/warnings: decided to go with hc's for this one since I didn't know how to write it in fic format T_T. teen reader, reader is a galaxy ranger and really well versed in technology. they can fight pretty well, reader also hates the ipc. boothill is a bad influence. mentioned child abuse, child neglect, reader has a "mom" and acts a little like blade when near her, erm character death (not reader or boothill)

notes: aaaa sorry that this is so late! Hopefully, this is what you meant by "hypersensitive." If not, then just let me know, and I'll change it, ALSO HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

— The two of you met when you were beating up some IPC goons on a planet that they had recently wanted to take over. You had been there gathering materials to set sail to your next destination, you were on the hunt for a certain IPC employee. One who you once knew.

— You couldn't just stand back and watch those IPC scum send that planet into spiraling chaos. So, of course, you beat them up without breaking a sweat. That's where Boothill had found you, he was impressed that someone so young had such skill in combat.

↳ You huffed as the remaining IPC personnel ran away with their tails between their legs. A slow sound of applause came from behind you, causing you to turn around, a deadpan evident on your face. You were met with a man with dual colored hair and what seemed to be a metal body, “I'm not gonna lie, you've got skills, kid.” He had said, a smirk on his face.

— Once the both of you got to talking, he found out you were also a galaxy ranger and that you also absolutely hated the IPC, you both really had many things in common. You had asked him for help in getting to your destination and he agreed pretty easily, claiming that he had “some time to spare”

— Although you had spent little time together, you felt comfortable around him, he never pushed your boundaries or forced you to do things you didn't want to. Boothill’s vocabulary surprised you, instead of cursing normally his words were censored. You would have offered to try to fix his synesthesia beacon, but just the thought of touching someone made your skin crawl. The ghostly touches of people who you once considered family etched onto your skin.

— Once it came to part ways, you didn't want to do so. You shyly admitted to Boothill that the thought of not seeing him scared you a tad bit. He looked surprised but then gave you a bright smile and told you that you could join him on his adventures, and so a strong bond between the both of you was born.

— When Boothill infiltrated the IPC headquarters you're the one who hacked into their system. With your experience, it was relatively easy, although Boothill would not let you go inside with him. He couldn't risk putting you in danger, even though he knows you can put up a fight.

— When the both of you escaped the headquarters after causing absolute chaos, Boothill brought his hand up to your head as he tried to ruffle your hair. He was surprised and slightly hurt when you tensed up and quickly moved out of the way.

— Boothill thought he had made you scared of him somehow, even though you had no reason to be afraid. You noticed his downcast expression and you quickly told him that he did nothing wrong, it was just…

↳ Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands were sweating. You reached up and gripped a strand of your hair in your hand as a sheepish expression painted your face. “I'm not the best with physical touch,” You blurted out, albeit bluntly. “Whenever someone touches me — even if it's just a brush of their fingers, it feels like needles are being stuck into my skin” You huffed, clenching your fist and your eyes downcast. Boothill's expression softened, his once frown lifting into an understanding smile. “Thanks for telling me, bud.” He nodded, his fingers twitching at his side, as if wanting to reach out to you. Yet he respected your space and refrained from doing so.

— Now that Boothill knew about your hypersensitivity he made no attempts to touch you, preferring to give you gifts instead. Whenever you do something that makes him proud as a father would a child; he takes you out to get your favorite food as a treat. Of course verbal encouragement is also a thing he does, giving you a “I'm proud of ya’ kid!” and a pointy grin.

— It's canon Boothill is pretty wealthy from all of those bounties that he hunts and he doesn't exactly know what to do with it. So he definitely spoils you at every chance he gets. Want a nice Keychain you saw in a shop? He's handing it to you right now. How about a nice piece of clothing or a cultural food from the planet that you're visiting? He's got the clothing in a bag and is urging you to try the food.

— Even though you both have your moments of happiness, the both of you still have purposes you stick to. You had gotten a lead on where that person was and you were going to do everything to catch up to them and make them get what they deserved.

↳ “You.” You hissed walking towards the woman in an IPC uniform, kicking another unconscious employee away. You gripped your weapon tightly in your hand, the woman widened her eyes in terror at your sudden appearance, she fell on her bottom, scooting away from you as you approached her. As she backed away she didn't go far, her back hitting a wall not too long after. Your unhurried footsteps resonated through her ears, making her breath pick up as she clutched the dirt underneath her in an attempt to ground herself.

You stopped in front of her, eyes full of unbridled anger. “(N-name)?!” She squeaked, putting a hand out infront of her to reach out to you. “What are.. how are you-” She was cut off as the back of your weapon slapped her intruding hand away. “You don't get to say my name.” You glared at her, your tone icy cold and unforgiving. She tried to speak once more but was once again cut off, “You left me to die! If it wasn't for my quick thinking, I would have been dead by now!” You said in a firm tone and pointed your weapon straight at her, leaving her no room to move or else you would attack.

The woman tensed up and a bead of sweat ran down the side of her cheek, “Honey… I had no choice! You would only weigh me down, you have to understand!” She had the gall to call you “honey” this woman no longer had the honor of doing so. The words stung, even though you no longer felt any affection for her… they brought back memories that you would rather forget. You clenched your teeth and watched as she rambled on and on about how “it was for your own good” and that “you should try to understand her situation” before she would get another word out, you sound your weapon, officially slicing her throat.

The blood splattered onto your stoic face, you watch as she choked on her own blood, eyes wide and filled with panic as if her life was flashing before her eyes… you hope it hurts.

A set of footsteps came from behind you, judging by the jingling of metal and their heavy footsteps you could tell who it was. You reluctantly turned around to meet Boothill's concerned gaze, “Er.. ya’ okay kiddo?” He scratched the side of his face as he pointed out the tears that prickled at the corner of your eyes. You stared at the ground and slowly nodded “I don't entirely hate her, but she didn't deserve to know that… even in her last moment” You muttered as more salty tears filled your vision.

— You and Boothill headed back to your ship, all while you were still occasionally shedding tears. Boothill, seeing the state you were in, offered you a warm, fluffy blanket and a warm drink; hot chocolate.

↳ You sniffled and held the blanket that was over your shoulders to your chest. You were sat on a cushion on the floor of yours and Boothill’s ship, knees tucked towards your chest in an attempt to stop yourself from crying. “Heya kiddo, I got ya’ some hot chocolate…” Boohill plopped down next to you on a matching cushion and held out the mug that was in his robotic hand. His hand was placed below the mug so when you reached to get it, you both wouldn't accidentally brush fingers.

The both of you sat in a pregnant silence and you occasionally sipping on the warm drink provided to you. Boothill stared at you from the corner of his eye, your gaze was focused on the window, giving you the view of the vast space. “She was my mother, you know” You suddenly broke the silence with your blunt words, Boothill’s eyes widened a significant amount, yet you continued.

“Even though she claimed to love me, her actions hurt and her words even more.” You put your mug down beside you and snuggled further into the blanket. The cyborg's face softened into something different, almost sad, distraught. His teeth clenched in anger at the thought of you being hurt by that woman, something ugly bloomed in his mechanical chest.

“But now she's gone,” Boothill started, making you turn your head to look at him with a surprised expression. “She can't hurt you anymore nor anyone, not when I'm around” He grinned, his shark-like teeth out on display. Something in your chest felt warm, it was different but not unpleasant. You offered Boothill a small smile then took a deep breath and raised your pinky up, “Pinky promise?” your voice a bit shaky, but your eyes were filled with determination.

Boothill slowly brought his pinky up, gently intertwining it with yours. They were barely touching but it was progress, “Promise.” The cyborg nodded firmly.

Tears pricked at you eyes, not in sadness nor anger, but relief.

“Thank you.”

[merakiui]

How do you think Riddle would get into a friends with benefits relationship? Also, how would a relationship with him like that work anyway? Would it be something everyone’s aware of yet refuses to acknowledge? Would his dorm have more respect for you for calming the his tiny tyrant? I feel like ironically he would be a lot calmer around you and it would be a healthy start of a relationship for you two. But I’d like to hear your thoughts please.

I like to imagine Riddle was raised with the idea that you should only date for marriage and that marriage must always be the end goal in a relationship. No such thing as loveless "friends with benefits" or flimsy "situationships." Very traditional ideals ingrained in his head, courtesy of Mama Rosehearts. >_< so it's baffling to him when he's at NRC and learns about all kinds of different relationships. Hook-ups, fwb, complicated situationships, rebounds... there's just so much to keep track of and it's all so new.

Maybe it starts from a drunken mishap. Of course there's going to be alcohol at college parties, whether on campus or off campus. Maybe it's Deuce who mixes up the drinks and hands Riddle something alcoholic, or maybe Riddle himself decides he'll have alcohol that night. Maybe the two of you share a few kisses and some wandering hands in the corridor. Or maybe the two of you regularly spent time together and one thing led to another and... :) either way, there's a physical shift in your relationship together and Riddle isn't the type to let things hang up in the air.

Perhaps it's just for stress relief and pleasure. Nothing more. And perhaps it's curiosity or chemistry or something, but it doesn't sound terrible. It's Riddle's first time in this sort of relationship, but he won't deny that what the two of you did was enjoyable, even if you were both mutually intoxicated to remember most of it. ^^;;; regardless, so long as you're comfortable and okay with this, he wouldn't mind turning this into something. He's not sure how he's meant to feel when you say everything is no commitment and that you're just friends and that all of this is just casual. Riddle is a very committed guy who is so far from casual even though he's trying his best to be more lenient with himself and everything in his life. But those words are the best ways to describe all of this. Perhaps it's why he adds "no kissing" to the list of rules because kissing is a very romantic thing to him.

He's very meticulous, so naturally he makes sure to establish clear boundaries and rules. You go over what's on the table and what's a no-go. What the expectations (or lack thereof) should be. And for the first time in his life he's echoing the complete opposite of what his mother would lecture him about. No marriage. No dating. No romance. Just sex. It's friendship, but with benefits (as the name implies).

Funnily enough, I feel like he tries to set aside time for these things, but then who pencils into their schedule when they're going to have sex??? T_T maybe it's all spontaneous and impulsive, and at first it's a huge shift from what he's used to. But it's fun. He's never experienced anything like this before and you're just so...perfect. You're everything.

You'll witness new sides to Riddle the longer you spend with him, getting to know the guy beneath all of the stringent rules. Your friendship definitely strengthens during the times you spend with him, and Riddle is trying not to expect anything. Why would you or he stick around after sex? And why should he fret over his appearance and what he wears when you decide to go into town together? It's not a date. It's not romance. It's just sex. He has to remind himself of this when the two of you wake up curled into each other. That's just...biology. The human body needs warmth when it's cold. That's just normal. Aaaaa he's falling and he's not sure he can stay strictly casual and no commitment anymore.

As for who knows,,,, definitely Trey and Cater. Riddle goes to Trey about all kinds of stuff because they're friends and Trey is a good voice of reason, and it doesn't take a genius to understand what's happening. Trey won't say it outright, but he does try to poke at the issue to gauge where Riddle stands: "Well, if you like (Name) so much, what do you have to lose?" And poor Riddle is so frazzled because everything, Trey, he could lose everything if you don't feel the same way!!!! And Cater's been knowing LOL. He probably knew the day of the party that there was a vibe. >:)

There are so many hurdles and bumps to your relationship, but I do think it's very sweet if and when you and Riddle officially become a couple. And if not,,, perhaps Heartslabyul can push the two of you together because you're just the cutest, most cammable pair on campus right now (Cater's words). <3

[adventuringblind]

A Little Lost

Liam Lawson x Reader x Oscar Piastri x Logan Sargeant

Genre: fluff and hurt/comfort

Summary: With her ADHD driving her mind into a whirlwind, she ends up slipping in public and unable to find the one person she needs. Luckily Oscar and Logan are there to help.

Warnings: non-sexual age play, agere/age-regression, panic attacks, implied trauma, non-sexual use of daddy

Notes: I needed this for myself, honestly!! I hope the requester finds comfort in it like I did!

Side note: age-regression is NOT a kink. If you're going to request it, please don't make it a smut request. It gives ya girl mixed signals. AGEPLAY is a kink and has dd/lg dynamics. Please remember this when requesting... I'm begging T_T

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Everything is overwhelming at the moment. He thoughts are running in a million different directions. The noise and bustle of the paddock is pulling Her every which way.

She needs Liam. Without a shadow of a doubt, she needs him right this second.

Her mental state is dancing between headspaces. Her little self is attempting to break free of the confines she's put the girl in. To young and to alone to be out in this environment.

The alphatauri garage feels so far away. It's an endless walk she's been attempting to make for what feels like hours now. Liam, she just needs to get to him.

Panic rises every time someone bumps into her. She squeaks out a sorry, only to be met with annoyed grunts. She needs her daddy to make it better. No - Liam - she needs Liam.

The catalyst is someone shoving her away and complaining that she should pay more attention. She is paying attention. Her brain just has thirty tabs open, three of them have commercials playing, another is driving her senses wild, and where the heck is her da- Liam?!

The shove sends her tumbling to the ground. Her elbow hits the hard ground on impact. It's bleeding, and she's officially offline.

Her little self takes over, tears welling in her eyes as she hides around the corner and tugs at her hair. A desperate attempt to settle the whirlwind of her thoughts.

She needs her daddy.

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Logan and Oscar are animatedly chatting about the race as they walk through the dwindling crowd. Liam had texted about a longer debrief and had asked them to check up on his girlfriend since she wasn't answering her phone.

They'd been an item the last couple of years like Oscar and Logan have. It's an interesting and often tense dynamic. The four of them are all extremely close, but neither of the couples have openly talked about any kind of open relationship.

Oscar and Logan have. It's often a source of interesting fantasies and warm fuzzy feelings. They say nothing, though. Scared of losing their closest friends in the pursuit of something mildly taboo still.

Logan is lost in his thoughts when Oscar stops suddenly. He hushes him and listens intently. It's then that Logan catches the muffled sobs.

They take off in the direction of the crying. Neither of them are ones to let somebody suffer when they can help it.

They turn the corner, and there sits their original target. She curled up with hair in every direction, and her fingers rake through it in a violent manner.

Logan approaches her like she's a wounded animal. He's not at all hurt when she curls farther into her corner.

"Osc, we're gonna need to call Liam."

"Already on it!"

She perks up at hearing Liam's name. Eyes wide and teary, but at least she doesn't look scared of the Logan for the moment. "Daddy? Are callin' daddy?"

Oh. Oh.

She's - how did they put it? - regressed, in age. They talked about it in passing but never elaborated. Logan and Oscar had never bothered to look into it. They were protective over it and they wanted to respect that.

He's regretting that decision just a tad now. He might be more prepared on what to do if he'd bothered to figure out what it is that happens to her.

The obvious thing is that she's vulnerable and scared. "Yeah, we're calling him." He smiles warmly at her. "Can you tell me what happened? Why you're so sad?" He keeps his tone calm to hopefully ease her into a less anxious state.

She untucks herself and shows Logan her red and bleeding elbow. "Was pushed."

It's not a terrible scrape, not one to be worried about, but it is getting on all her clothes. He'll have to ask about the pushing later.

Oscar comes back and sighs in annoyance. "He said another thirty minutes at least of debrief. I feel bad for worrying him now."

Oscar sees where the two are crouched and throws Logan a confused look. "Is everything alright?"

"Well, I think someone needs a band-aid for her elbow and somewhere to wait for daddy." Logan tries to communicate that there is more going on here. Oscar looks between the two, and then his face lights up in some kind realization.

"Lando already left for the day, so my room should be safe. And I know he has crayon band-aids in his room."

She considers the idea. Carefully studying both of their faces for some hint of malicious intent. "Daddy said no strangers."

Logan exaggerates a pondering face. "Are me and Osc strangers? I thought we were best friends!"

She shakes her head yes and moves closer to the American. A reassurance that she does consider him a friend. "More then friend!" She leans up to Logan and motions to lend his ear so she can whisper into it. "Daddy says loves." She giggles, and Logan has to use all his strength not to look dumbfounded at the confession.

Oscar and Logan wrangle her the back way to the McLaren motor home. Their success in going mostly unnoticed has both males breathing in relief as they step into the saftey of Oscar's room.

The Aussie ducks out to grab the band-aid from his teammates' room, and Logan is left to sit with the girl currently looking confused and intrigued. She hesitantly grabs the stuffed koala sitting on the shelf. The one Logan had gotten for him as a joke before they started dating.

"Has name?" Her fingers stroke the soft fluff of the toy.

"I'm not sure. Should we ask Osc when he gets back?" She nods once, then comes and sits on the couch with him. The stuffed koala cradled in her arms like it's the most precious thing she's ever seen.

Logan is still trying to comprehend what she meant earlier. Is it just her small brain misinterpreting something Liam said? Or is this an honest confession that she doesn't currently understand the implications of? He doesn't want to get his hopes up and settles on the second option for now.

Oscar sneaks back in the door and starts unwrapping the bangade. It is, in fact, shaped like a red crayon. Her eyes light up even as he washes the cut and places the band-aid on it.

"There we go, all better now." Oscar smiles at her as she hugs his koala.

"Thank you."

She's completely entranced in the stuffed toy again. Logan taps her on the nose to get her attention. "Did you want to ask Osc your question?"

She makes an 'o' shape with her mouth. "Does koala have a name?" She looks up at him with expectant eyes.

Oscar considers. "Hmmm, I don't think he does. Would you like to give him one?"

She takes careful consideration, weighing all the possible options. "Koko."

"Love it."

"Very creative!"

Her expression changes into something sad. Her eyes once again glassy like before. "Will daddy like?" She curls up in Logans lap with the toy.

"Yeah, he'll love it. Certainly not as much as he loves you."

She hums and closes her eyes. It's adorable and peaceful. "Do you think Liam might let us do this with her again?"

"If he doesn't kill us first. Speaking of, I should let him know where we are."

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Liam likes to think he's relatively quick. He runs often enough and has good stamina.

This is the fastest he's ever moved in his entire life. He grabs all their stuff with a speed that shocks both Daniel and Yuki.

"What's got you in a hurry, mate?"

"Just eager to see my girl, is all."

Daniel shoots him a wink. "Have a good time!" Liam can only laugh nervously in response. It's certainly not the good time he's thinking of. No, he'd promised her a nice dinner tonight.

Now he's thinking he might have to shift plans. Which - he's not upset about. Liam loves when she's in headspace because it gives him an excuse to do things he wouldn't normally. As in, she's obsessed with cars, and he gets to spend time building the most intricate tracks with household items, blocks, and an ungodly amount of Legos that they have at home. She's always sad when they have to leave them for long periods of time, but he brings a portion with just in case.

He makes for the McLaren garage and is greeted by Oscar out front. It's odd, knowing that their secret is out and yet the Aussie is looking at him affectionately.

They make light conversation while they venture into the building. It feels normal still, nothing to awkward aside from the fact Liam goes on rabbit trails every ten seconds. It's the reason Oscar knows how to handle Lando and his chaotic communication tactics.

Liam mentally slaps himself. Now is not the time to be drooling over his friend's stability and emotional intelligence. He should really just confess. They'd talked about it, they both want it, but that could result in rejection.

Oscar opens the door and slips inside. Liam takes a second to observe the scene in front of him. His girl, happily laying her head in Logan's lap rambling about the koala in her hands.

"Look who I found!" Oscar gestures to Liam. Her head perks up and she scrambles off the couch, slipping to the floor before throwing herself at Liam.

"Hi, love bug." Liam attempts to get on the floor without falling as she clings to him. He fails miserably as the topple over. "Were you good for Oscar and Logan?" She hums something into his chest that he can't decipher.

"She was an angel, honestly." Logan leans forward on the couch. It looks like he's contemplating something, shooting stead looks at Oscar.

With effort, Liam finally gets them situated on the floor. "Do you know what might have triggered this?"

"She scraped her elbow, was that it maybe?"

Liam ponders the suggestion. His eyes find the crayon band-aid that wasn't there the last time he saw her. He sighs, hopefully she was just overwhelmed, and this wasn't an altercation of some kind. "She's struggled with - uh, being shoved around - I guess. You know, home life things."

"Maybe she was shoved and fell which caused the panic attack." Oscar eyes them sadly.

"Well, you two feel up to helping us get out of here?"

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Oscar doesn't understand how Liam makes this look normal. HAs this been going on under their noses this whole time? If only he could go back in time, rewind a bit and do some research. He and logan could help out if they wanted.

She was falling asleep in the car and still looks like she might clock out in the elevator. Still, Oscar can't help imagining the four of them together, like this.

Liam twirls her around as they walk until she almost falls over. She falls into him, laughing and smiling, the injury from earlier forgotten about.

Their space is comfortable and lived in. The two even slip into a routine, pulling out food for dinner. He whispers something to her, and she skitters off.

They pull chairs out from around the small table. Liam offers them water and something to eat. "So, about... this."

"Which this? The four of us or her specifically?" Logan raises an eyebrow.

"Both."

The girl returns and climbs into Liam's lap clutching a notebook. She flips open to a page and excitedly hands it to Liam to hand to the two across the table.

Oscar isn't sure whether to laugh or melt, so he mixes the two together. The pages are lined with drawings of the four of them. "She's quite the artist."

"You've no idea. Our fridge is covered in artwork." Liam chuckles a bit and wraps his arms around her.

"Told you! More than friends!"

"Do you know what that means, love bug?"

"Three people to cuddle!"

Oscar really does laugh this time. "Well, you're not wrong!" He shoot a look to Logan.

"Count us in." The American smile.

Liam sighs heavily in disappointment. It's a confusing reaction that Oscar wasn't expecting. "She's going to murder me later for not having this talk when she's big."

"Can't be mad if you make me dessert!" A devilish grin spreads across her cheeks.

"Only this once."

"You said that last time."

[luveline]

Thinking about Eddie going out to get dinner while reader is over!! Reader sees a big bug and doesn’t want to deal with it/tries to trap it so Eddie can deal with it, but Roan legit just picks it up and let’s it go easy while reader is like “roan my hero T_T!!!” Reader def brings over presents for Roan the next visit because of that LOL.

thank u for ur request lovely! eddie and roan —your boyfriend's trailer attracts creepy crawlies, but luckily his young daughter knows how to catch them. 1.3k

The thing about Eddie's trailer is that, while he's more than made it a home, it is full of bugs. Maybe because the trailer park is a huge field of grass, maybe because of the forest surrounding, you're guaranteed to find a bug or two every time you visit.

Sometimes you get lucky with small moths to be herded back out of the kitchen door. Occasionally, spindly spiders on lines of sink drop down into the room and are swiftly captured by Eddie in an open palm. You have never, ever faced this particular brand of misfortune before. 

"What is that?" you squeal, pulling Roan hard against your chest.

She's small, and before your violent flinch, she'd been quite comfortable sitting atop your thigh, her back to your chest. "Woah!" she says, her voice very high. 

"Holy crap," you say, again and again as you shuffle down the couch and off of the side of it. 

As soon as you can stand without fearing for your life, you pull Roan to your chest, her short legs dangling from either side of your thigh. Letting your new boyfriend's daughter die via a mysterious bug bite would be extremely uncool. You quite like her, and her dad's fine (you feel this yawning pit at the very bottom of your stomach whenever you think about how much you want this to work, how much you already love them). 

"Princess, what is that?" you ask, though as soon as you've finished asking, you realise it's nothing nefarious after all. 

She tips herself back in your arms, assessing the bug upside down. "Uh. That's a mildi-pede." 

The bug is long and brown, segments of its body curved and multi-legged. It moves with tiny footsteps but makes good progress, crawling across the wooden slates toward the rug. 

Eddie is the bug catcher. You're the celebrator —he grabs a cup and a piece of paper to sequester whichever insect has decided it must harass you that night, and you get to thank him for being brave with kisses that are somehow shy and congratulatory at once. You're allowed to kiss him, now, whenever you like, but each one makes your lips tingle. 

"You get a lot of those?" you ask. 

"You've never seened one?" Roan asks. 

You live in Indiana, so of course you've seen a millipede. But, you know, normal millipedes, not mutant ones the length of your forearm. 

"I feel like I haven't," you confess, your pulse thudding against your chest. 

"Where did it go?" Roan asks, wriggling to be put down on her own two feet. She sounds far more curious than afraid.

You put her down on the rug and peer over Roan's play picnic table cautiously. You're ninety nine percent sure that millipedes can't hurt people, but you're scared shitless anyhow. 

"Your dad will be back with Chinese food, soon," you say, stepping backwards as Roan creeps forward. It's adorable. You'd coo if your nerves weren't frazzled. "Maybe we could go wait at the kitchen table." 

You'd rather wait for him to come home than deal with it yourself. The thought of somehow touching it makes your skin crawl. 

"She's a super duper long one," Roan calls, dropping to her knees. 

"Roan?" you call back hesitantly. "Uh, don't do whatever it is you're doing. Come on, I'll make you a fun fruity drink again like last week while we wait for your daddy?" 

You bite the tip of your tongue so hard you're sure you've sheared the tip clean off when Roan turns back to you, the wretched (innocent) creature racing its legs uselessly as she holds it up in the light. 

You wrap your arms around your own chest. "Holy crap, babe! Put it down!" 

"Daddy says the bugs aren't scary, they just wanted to have somewhere warm to sleep!" 

"Your daddy is very smart," you concede, strained, easing away as Roan comes closer. The creepy crawly is a contrast to her silky lilac pyjamas and ruffled socks, its armoured carapace shining as it metronomes with each step she takes. "But I'm not as brave as you both." 

"If you open the door, I can put her outside," Roan says, as though you're the child and she's the adult, her tone softened by that seemingly endless patience Eddie possesses. 

You keep your doubt (your disbelief? your awe?) to yourself and cross the short distance to the front door to open it as she commanded. Roan rushes out onto the small porch and down the steps, crouching in the grass to place the millipede down with the utmost care. It's dark out, and she's unafraid, the path lit only by orange light slipping from inside the trailer and the weak headlights of an oncoming car. 

You descend the steps and join her. 

"Here you go, missy mildi-pede, back to the grass," she murmurs. The millipede's back legs cling to her hand. Roan runs out of sweetness and shakes her free. 

You breathe in the cool night air for a moment, watching with Roan as the millipede crawls out of sight between tall blades of bluegrass. 

"You're very brave," you say. You feel a little sheepish to have been rescued by her. 

"Daddy says that all the time," she agrees proudly. 

You offer her your hand and stand tall together as the headlights become apparent. Your car (with Eddie driving, to avoid a game of driveway leap frog) pulls into the space behind his own. He waves when he sees you both behind the windshield, getting out of the car with the takeout bag looped around his wrist. 

"Hi girls," he says, closing the door with his hip. "What're you doing, sending out a search party? I wasn't gone that long." 

"I had to– I had to bring a mildi-pede outside because Y/N was scared," Roan says, her sentence punctuated with a roaring giggle as Eddie swoops her up into his arms, takeout bag and all. 

"Oh yeah?" he asks, smothering her answer with kisses. 

You bracelet your wrist in the other hand sheepishly. 

Eddie doesn't look up. You assume you've gotten away with not knowing what to say until he pops Roan on his hip, reaching for you. More shameful than your inability to deal with a bug by yourself is how urgently you step into his side. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, the takeout bag hot against your back, his lips curled into a fond smile as he murmurs, "D'you finally see the spider in the bathroom?" 

You tilt your face into his cheek kisses. "No?" you ask. 

"I'm calling him Gregory," Roan says.

"He's not that big," Eddie promises, leaning back to stroke your face.

"She saved me from the world's grossest millipede."

"Were you kind?" Eddie asks her.

Roan puts a little hand over her heart. "Duh, daddy."

"She's wicked with them, isn't she? She grabs them like they're nothing," he says to you, his hand rubbing down your arm before he passes you the take out bag. Roan must weigh heavy after a long day; he needs both arms to keep her up. They grin at each other with twin mouths. "She's fearless. Thanks for saving Y/N, babe." 

"I like Y/N," Roan says earnestly. 

You like Roan too —your saviour. You bring her a big Dotty Dolly set the next time you're lucky enough to be invited over, an entomologist Dolly with khaki cargo shorts and a butterfly net. Roan loves it, and Eddie's evidently appreciative, sitting you half on top of his lap as you watch her tear it open with his arms crossed lovingly over your tummy. 

[1moreff-creator]

DRDT Chapter 2 Episode 14: First Impressions

Episode 14!!! If Ep 11 really was the 70% mark (apparently the dev said that but don’t quote me on it, I saw it in a YT comment), then it only goes up to Ep 16. In the first trial, the culprit was revealed in Ep 10, then Ep 11 was their final defense as the class unraveled all the remaining mysteries, and Ep 12 was mostly post-trial. If the pattern repeats, this might be the episode we get our culprit reveal!!! And it seems likely, with the forty minute mark. So excited!!!

Also fine if it doesn’t happen if course, but we’ll see!

Spoilers for CH2 EP14. CW: Hanging, murder, Eden!Culprit and Ace!Culprit discussion, blood and wires.

Nico! Nico! Explain the blood on the wires and my life is yours!!! I’m still surprised Teruko got “hanging” out of that crime scene to be honest.

Ace is so funny. He’s technically right that people should ask the victim and not just the killer, but he has nothing to offer.

“That’s why she didn’t ask you.” J really is becoming the voice of reason huh?

“It’s hard to remember the evidence.” (Paraphrased). Eden.

[Teruko lists the evidence] And… she omitted the tape. Yeah, the trial would get pretty derailed if Rose noticed the oddity there right away.

Wow, immediately Rebuttal Showdown let’s go! Really cool Hu animation. I wonder if she’ll end up being the Ace attacker or not? She could still just be defending Nico because.

“That’s why I have to interrogate Nico.” I love the voice acting, the chillest Rebuttal Showdown ever so far xD

[Sword Reveal] Fan?… Oh, because the fan being broken implies a hanging, right? That’s where she’s going with this?

“Lost their temper at Ace” is not how I will put attempted murder, Hu, but you do you.

[Cut] Oh, the fan was used as a pulley??? Fucking how???

“The fan being broken would suggest a hanging.” (Paraphrased) Oh I was kinda right with my start of RS guess.

“Isn’t that wire Hu’s custom weapon?” Woo, Whit with the brain cell!

“Nico stole from Rose, so they stole from [Hu]” (Paraphrased) Yeah! Teruko and I think alike!

[Hu triple dots] Was the wire stolen? I’m almost second guessing it with how reluctant she is to say that.

{Hindsight between keys: Man I went back and forth a lot this episode huh}

[Veronika talks about Nico planning for the trial] Even though that kinda contradicts what Nico said earlier (I guess maybe they lied, makes sense in retrospect), yeah she’s right (assuming they aren’t wrong about Nico trying to frame Hu). Is she trying to help her newfound bestie, Hu?

“Did they even want to learn to paint?” Poor Rose T_T Also Nico please say something.

“If something was bothering you, you could have talked about it with someone you trusted!” You know, Eden tried to do that with Teruko, and Teruko shot her down. I wonder if that’ll come into play…

“I don’t trust anyone here.” :O Well that’s a reveal.

Woo new Hu sprite! She is breaking down! But bestie please I don’t think you can fix them!

“Hu, I—“ Nico looks so done lmao.

“You trust me, right?” They just say they didn’t. Man, she is not beating the savior complex allegations with this one, huh?

Bro please let Nico talk.

“Are you a billionaire? Because that’s rich!” Ace you are not as clever as you think you are. xD

“Murder is murder…” Indeed, J the voice of reason.

“Why can’t either Ace or Nico simply tell us what happened?” You know we’re fucked when Arturo’s the voice of reason. Although I imagine Ace will shout at him that he doesn’t remember because he was unconscious.

[Ace shouts at Arturo] Got the reason wrong, but the shouting was there.

“Don’t throw two birds and a stone in a glass house, asshole.” Mixing two idiots there, big guy.

“They put some sort of cloth on my mouth…” Ah, there’s the unconsciousness shouting. By the way, full confirmation turpentine is just chloroform in this universe, nice.

[Charles lays down the law on Hu] Thank you, resident brain cell holder! How did they even get out of the first trial without you?

“I was going to!” Yo new Nico sprite is crazy!!! They’re going in!

“I was going to…” Oh, they’re trying to remain calm. That’s pretty cool of them!

“If you say what you think happened, I’ll help.” (Paraphrased) Yeah I was wondering how the dev was gonna write this without it being a twenty minute Nico monologue, this tracks.

Yo “fake” Closing Argument is crazy.

THE FUCKING LIGHT!!!! HOW THE FUCK DID IT NOT OCCUR TO ANY OF THE FIFTEEN PEOPLE THAT TRIED TO SOLVE THIS!!! I guess cause nothing pointed to it but y’know.

“How would that have worked?” Broom to move the fan? I came up with that in my original theory on this thing, though I think that was for the very first method which was clinically insane.

[Broom reveal] Ah, close but not quite. That’s actually quite smart! I’m surprised no one thought of that either.

[Releasing wire] …Am I stupid or does this not work? What would the wire get caught on?

{Yeah I still don’t think I get it? Like if the wire was moving from above the fan to around the broom, there’s nothing stopping it from going from around the broom to above the fan, so Ace would just fall. Did it get caught on the tape somehow? But how would Nico be able to put it around the broom then? Also how does the fan break? The wire would exert force from above and the side, not below, which is what the image makes it look like. I don’t think I understood this I’m so sorry.}

Oh, Ace woke up before the murder attempt was over! Good job badjoe for calling that!

Also are we far enough in to confirm Nico did this by themselves? I don’t have anything against those that believed otherwise, but I personally like it better this way. I imagine the theories aren’t 100% dead, as always, but y’know.

“And then I… Y’know…” THAT’S WHY THE BLOOD ON THE WIRES DOESN’T MAKE FUCKING SENSE!!! Man, as much as I love the EP 6 CG, it was not clear at all that they were that close, especially when the loose wire seemed closer to the entrance. {Looking back, yeah, I’m just not good at perspective on these rooms. The wires were closer to Ace than it looked}.

… Well there’s the small bit on the end of the loose wire that I’m still not sure how it got there, but close enough!

{Yeah it’s not. Believe it or not, I don’t even think the canon method fully explains the fucking blood.

How the fuck was Nico using this exactly? I imagine the small bit of blood on the end is from the noose (which funnily enough, I kinda called there would be a noose, just got where Ace’s neck would be wrong), so then the middle is the part they used as a garrote. But… then where did the blood on the wire on the fan come from? Where they using both simultaneously?

Am I losing my fucking mind? How is it possible I still don’t understand the evidence even after All That? Has my brain simply rotted? And don’t even get me started on everything that wasn’t brought up! What the hell even is this case?

Then again, it’s midnight when I’m writing these hindsight observations, so I don’t think I’m operating at full brain capacity}

“What an interesting murder plan.” Veronika I love you.

“I tried to kill Ace and pin the murder on Hu. What else should I say?” I love you too Nico.

“And after all’s said and done, you can’t even say something as simple as “sorry”?” … Is Nico about to secret quote us?

“I tried to kill you because I don’t like you. Even now, there’s still no use to try and pretend that I like you. If I say “sorry,” you’re still going to hate me. So what else should I say?” Okay crisis averted. Still, this is a really interesting perspective, and I love it a lot. It calls back to Nico not understanding niceties like “please pass the salt,” which, relatable. If they’re not sorry, and Ace won’t get anything out of it, why lie? Very fun.

“D-Do you even regret what you did?” Poor Rose she’s taking this so badly T_T She still doesn’t have an answer as if Nico ever wanted to paint or not.

“I’m not Levi; of course I feel bad about something like that! I’m not heartless!” Yikes on calling Levi heartless, but interesting line for character analysis I guess.

“That was the worst choice that I’ve made in my life.” Wow, really cool new sprite and a lot of Nico info, this is awesome for us Nico enjoyers! (I call myself a Nico enjoyer like I don’t love every single character in the cast lol).

“My teachers, my classmates, my father…” Holy shit this is depressing.

“I’m not the victim here.” Damn, Nico. Just loving all this.

“So I don’t see the point in acting sorry.” Holy shit the sprites and the writing are on point today! {I’m sorry if my commentary’s not exactly thrilling, sometimes I’m just too invested to do anything but stare in awe.}

Rose: “I don’t know how to feel anymore” Sibling can you please give her a fucking answer damn.

“What does this have to do with the case? Everything.” Are we… doing “the pulley was used because they weren’t strong enough to murder otherwise” or…? I don’t know where else this would go.

“Coincidence? Hardly.” Does… Does Teruko already have Eden clocked (heh) as the murderer? No, right? It’s the strength thing probs.

“…They specifically intended for this murder case to be similar to Nico’s murder.” Wait does she actually think it’s Ace or Eden what?

[Non-stop, Bound Wrists] … I have nothing. Nico didn’t bind Ace’s wrists. What is happening.

[Bullet fired] Okay, slight nitpick that I’m pretty sure bothers me and no one else. I get that it’s hard to come up with phrases to shoot bullets at, but “there’s no evidence of that” or some variation is the thing that gets shot in, like, 90% of these Non-Stops Debates. Again, not really important, just wanted to point out a pet peeve of mine.

“One of the pieces of evidence was taken directly from the crime scene…” Oh now we’re bringing up the tape! Teruko didn’t identify it in the spinny thing so I was wondering if she was going to make the connection on her own, but I guess I should have never doubted the Queen.

“I finally figured out what this tape is…” Okay that makes sense. But has she actually clocked (heh x2) that Eden or Ace must have taken it? She’s acting real chill about it.

“It’s the tape from the gym.” (Paraphrased) Woo! It feels super satisfying to finally read those words in a trial setting. Another exceedingly common badjoe W, as they’re who pointed out the tape’s disappearance to me.

“That time Rose and I went to the gym together…” Oh so she knows knows.

“But didn’t MonoTV clean up the gym?” Yeah that would be convenient for you huh. There’s still a chance Ace is the culprit and she’s trying to defend him, but it’s looking rough.

{Actually in retrospect yeah what the fuck?}

“…I attempted to restore the gym to its original condition.” Which would include the tape being there. It might be over chat.

“… why didn’t you recognize it earlier, Rose?” She didn’t look at the crime scene queen. But it was in the trash. Geez Rose is just gonna feel awful after this trial, I’m really interested to see where her character will go.

“Wooow!” Fucking David jumpscare-

Yo why’s David of all people being a hater you wanted them to lose the trial.

[David blames Arturo for Arei’s death] Considering Felicity, low blow. I hate David so much (/affectionate).

“I can’t even recall what day that happened.” Oh so she’s breaking down breaking down.

[Rose speech] The Rose angst is insane this episode, I’m loving every second. In addition, there might be a line here that could point to Rose!MM. But to keep the habit, I’m not elaborating on that (on this post).

“Rose. You are helpful.” Let me ignore the Terurose agenda for a moment and point out that Teruko’s still being way too chill about this if she’s about to call out Eden. Is she putting on a front? She mentioned hurting when Eden talked to her in the kitchen, so she probably does care, but isn’t letting herself show it? Oof if true.

“That I could be dismissive […] without consequences.” Oh we might be starting the “Teruko learns to trust a bit again” arc sooner than I expected. Cool! Also she’s not about to secret quote us right? {She wasn’t}.

“Thank you, Rose.” Okay I am no longer ignoring the Terurose agenda this ship is about to pop off I feel and I love that.

“…that tells me exactly who the murderer could be.” It might be Edenover.

Select Two People! But she said after Ace ran out, right? Is she gonna point at Ace and Eden, or herself and Eden?

Nope, Ace and Eden. Well, those are the two I landed on!

“It’s you two, right?” [Voice Line] You make it sound like Ace!Accomplice or Eden!Accomplice are even like remotely possible, and I find that funny.

“What’s your reasoning?” Veronika I love you but she’s spent the last ten minutes explaining her reasoning.

By the way, while Teruko’s repeating more or less the same lockdown logic I must have explained in at least three or four different posts (honestly kinda surreal ngl), it’s gonna be really funny if the only reason the class can confidently rule out Teruko as a suspect is because her handwriting sucks too much which is honestly the best argument for her innocence besides protag privilege :v

“I’m the least suspicious because I’ve been helping” is the second best argument lol.

“But to be frank, most of you are incapable of [acting logically]” Tell ‘em Teruko!

I’ll refrain from pointing bv out every suspicious Eden line because I always feel like I’m leaning too much on confirmation bias for it, but let’s be clear, I’m seeing them.

Hu: “Eden isn’t the killer! Don’t accuse her!” Bro.

“I do have evidence!” BDA?

Called it! If we’re bringing it up this early, though… I’m assuming it’s not so simple.

“You all are moving way too fucking fast.” I feel the same way Ace. {For the first time in the trial}.

“Hold on.” Wait is David gonna be the one to bring in the possible workaround(s)? Why the- I thought you wanted to lose? What the fuck is he even doing anymore???

“Oh my my my. That’s an issue.” You saw the body didn’t you.

“Because I’m actually the first person to see the body.” Well, there goes the “See No Evil” idea, which I kinda liked. Unless he’s just lying, which would honestly make more sense; he’d be trying to lead the trial astray again.

Okay but this is adorable.

“… at least one innocent person.” David, it’s- it’s at least two. How are this bad at math.

Nico: “Do you expect everyone to believe such an obvious lie?” This really is the Nico episode, huh? But it does make sense for them to push Ace as the culprit, I guess.

“He’s lying? Really?” Poor Levi’s got no fucking clue what’s going on.

“… he just conveniently avoided [the BDA group]” oh right they searched the whole floor before going to the playground David’s story is practically impossible.

Alright who’s gonna make the “What’s your source?” “I made it the fuck up!” meme with J/Nico and David?

“The only person who I need to believe me is Teruko.”

…

?????????????????????????????

(I feel like I write that exact sequence of characters every episode)

Are you just trying to go for a Teruvid angle to counteract the Terurose earlier? (/silly but really what the fuck-)

[David explains about Teruko’s skepticism] Yeah I guess. But, just so we’re clear: David still thinks the culprit is Ace and is just doing this to make them lose the trial right? Because otherwise what the actual fuck.

“AllI want is for Teruko to distrust others.” Motherfucker what-

[David’s whole Thing] You know, I really thought, I really fucking thought after Ep13, that we would get a break of a few episodes of David Bullshit, but no! What in the ever loving fuck is he even doing anymore???? No theories at this point, it is almost 11 PM where I am I do not have the brainpower to deal with this son of a bitch.

Levi: “Now that I think about it, Eden is in a good position to be Arei’s killer after all.” I feel a scrum debate forming.

“…why would I help it piece [the note] back together…?” I was right to avoid the bias. This line could be perfectly innocent, but the moment I read it, my mind said “she’s saying this too confidently, she had it planned, it’s Edenover.”

“Why… Levi, why?” While I do think Levi!Accomplice just 100% died of it wasn’t dead already, this line does read very funny with the context of that theory.

[Eden Breakdown] Man, {even after how much I’ve been sussing Eden in this and every other episode}, it sure does look like Ace is the culprit huh? Like, this scene is so beautiful and incredible it might just sway me to Ace!Culprit. The CGs are amazing, the music and the voice acting is terribly moving, the dialogue’s fantastic, holy fucking shit. I almost want to cry that was so fantastic. I— I wish I had more words, but that just left me speechless.

-

General Thoughts:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!

(/positive)

I don’t think I could have asked for more, this is just fucking perfect. Nico’s whole thing was great, the Rose angst was unexpected but wholly welcome, the tape reveal was revealed, David… Chiem, and the Eden CG stuff. Just absolutely fantastic all around.

…Slightly miffed the blood on the wires is still somehow not 100% consistent with the described method but WHATEVER it WORKS i do NOT wanna look at those fucking things again.

Theory Updates

Yeah it’s Ace.

Okay that’s dramatic lol. Eden!Culprit is not 100% dead, but off the top of my head, I can’t actually think of anything the characters can use to clear Ace rn. The only reason I believed Eden!Culprit over Ace!Culprit is that I didn’t think Teruko and even Eden could have missed Ace grabbing the tape upon waking up, especially with the sprite disappearing when Eden was on the ground, but… uh… apparently Teruko doesn’t trust herself so much.

With that glaring issue fixed, I actually think Ace!Culprit is significantly more solid than Eden!Culprit. No workaround needed for the BDA, no weird “are they even strong enough to do this” questions, and while the fish paradox Exists, Ace might have thought that putting fish there would make people think of Nico. Which, given the killer also somehow expected the class to figure out the similarities to Nico’s method when only a grand total of four people saw it, one of them being Nico themselves; yeah, I’d think he might be stupid enough for that.

EDIT: Also forgot to mention, Ace waking up before the murder attempt was over solves the issue of him figuring it all out. He actually straight up saw the method, he’d know how to replicate it.

And those Teruko-Eden CGs, man… I always had to really suspend my disbelief on some of Eden’s lines, even with venus’ narrative defense, but… come on. I’ve said this before; I have my limits.

All that added to the fact that Teruko seems to really want to start her “begin to trust again” arc, the fact David pushed for Eden!Culprit… it’s looking Ace!Culprit.

To be clear, there’s still things like Eden’s “Teruko, wait—!” that work better under Eden!Culprit, but I feel those are comparable to other potentially small foreshadowing moments such as Ace being weirdly fixated on the carousel. Eden!Culprit is, again, not fully dead, as other than strength, BDA and fish (all of which have workarounds), there’s not much concrete evidence clearing her. But at this point, I… don’t know. I’ve always felt kinda bad reading scenes like the kitchen talk with Teruko with as much suspicion as I did, but these final CGs, hmm…

Maybe my perspective will change with a clearer mind in the morning, but these are “first impressions” for a reason. They’re not meant to be very cohesive.

And if I’m wrong and it is Eden, well then I’ll have been wrong for a week or two instead of a year, so. Who cares at this point.

Speaking of getting things wrong, the Nico thing. I got Nico!SoloAceAttacker (is that the right notation?) right, and the really obvious stuff like using the stool to reach the fan. I’m also gonna give myself half points for guessing the broom was used to move the wire on the fan all the way back in my first post, but other than that, I did not cook. In my defense, a lot of the evidence (Nico’s missing cloak, the missing tape on the pull-up bar unless it’s somehow the roll, the isolated weights and toppled weight rack, and who knows what else) ended up not mattering in the slightest, which threw me off. Also, I call bullshit on this explaining the blood on the wires, that splatter pattern still doesn’t make sense with what was described. I guess my life isn’t Nico’s after all.

On the other hand, I’m a bit more confident on the remaining aspects of the Arei murder theory now that I believe the culprit is strong enough to pull it all off without issue, but we’ll have to see on that. My guess for culprit ended up changing for now, but the reasoning for arriving at them (tape) was solid, so we’ll see how that pans out.

All in all, immaculate episode. Chef’s kiss. Perfection. Holy shit. See you again soon!

[kawowoa]

can i draw you?

synopsis : you’ve been dealing with art block for a while, nothing seems to ignite your creativity anymore but then you see him. boom. you want to draw him

characters : silver, idia

info : gn. reader, maybe ooc

a/n : srry for disappearing for like a year.. i’ll try to be more active but my creativity is down the drain T_T

> silver

you’re lucky enough to catch him without malleus by his side. he was sitting up against a tree with a few birds finding a home on his body. the scene was perfect, like he’d just came out of a fairy tale

he saw you coming, you weren’t being discreet about your presence. he had a confused look on his face, it wasn’t often that you two saw each other, let alone talked

you explained to him your situation, how your art block was eating you alive. he started to panic which scared the birds away, ready to face whatever this art block was. you calmed him down, it was just a metaphor

he agreed to be your muse, it’s not like he had much to do anyway

you carry your sketch book around with you incase you find something that sparked your creativity. the two of you got into a comfortable position, you laid your preferred coloring medium (or none at all if you don’t like coloring) beside you before pulling out your pencil and eraser

silver stayed awake for five minutes, maybe it was the constant sound of your pencil scratching the paper or the rustling of the trees that had him dozing off or maybe it’s just silver’s weird habit of being able to fall asleep in any place at any time

his features were way more relaxed than they were before, his shoulders started to slouch, the crease between his eyebrows disappeared as well. a perfect scene

“silver.. silver! wake up!” you whisper-shouted close to his ear. you leaned back as he jolted awake, rubbing his eyes to rid of any sleepiness that may still be lurking

“huh..? what’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes focusing on you, they were frantically moving across your face, looking for any signs of distress

you said nothing, pulling your sketchbook from behind your back. you held it in front of his face, far enough so that he can see it. you notice his hands, hesitant in wanting to hold the sketch book; you just smile and plop it right in his hands

“this is me?” he asked in shock, his eyes moving back in forth from you to the paper. you captured every little detail in his face and body, even the tree he was laying against

quickly noticing now long he’s been holding your sketch book, he gives it back to you. although, his slight smile never left his face

“it’s amazing. it was an honor being able to help you out”

> idia shroud

you caught him in the halls after all the clubs ended. he was walking out the board games club with azul and a few other students

he didn’t notice you, but azul did

you saw idia tense up, slowly turning around to you. you wave at the both of them. azul was quick to hand idia over to you when you asked for him. idia looked so dejected, looking back at azul like he just committed murder

you pulled idia aside, far from azul’s prying eyes. you explained the situation you’re currently in, you had a small feeling he might disagree; desperately hoping you were wrong

and you was! idia agreed to help you! not without a whole bunch of complaints. he saw the desperation all over your face, how could he not agree?

you had to do it in the comfort of idia’s room though, you didn’t mind, a person’s beauty looks best when they’re most comfortable

in the comfort of his room, he sat on the bed while you sat on the gaming chair. you set out all your art materials on the desk, you picked up your pencil and sketch book before scooting the chair closer to idia

the man looked so nervous. you started talking to him to try to ease his nerves. hours went by and he started to get more animated, talking to you about his current fave game

“…tbh the story could be better, the whole evil villain terrorizing the mc for some super special artifact is so overrated”

“yeah, definitely played out” you nodded in agreement. you push the chair closer to the desk, putting your pencil and eraser down. idia’s rambling dies down as he watches you come back to the original spot you were in before

he stares at every moment you make until your sketchbook invades his field of view. his eyes widened, grabbing the sketchbook out your hands

“do… do you like it?” idia’s expression and lack of words had you second guessing. you didn’t take much time on it, it was definitely a rougher sketch than you normally would do

“yeah… it’s great. can i keep it? not for myself but i think ortho would like it a lot”

[freyito]

Could you make General Shao's sfw alphabet, please?

tbh as much as i love kenshi & kuai liang, shao is like my favorite outworlder. never thought that would happen lmfao. sorry for the long response time, like i said ive got a packed schedule and now that im moving my free time is minimal T_T

cw: gn reader, just fluff, soft shao cause i said so, proofread

ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜱʜᴀᴏ || ꜱꜰᴡ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀʙᴇᴛ

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Shao is affectionate behind closed doors. With his status, he has a certain image to maintain, so he doesn't even look your way when on the job. However, when you two have a private moment, he's attached to you. Not once does his hand leave yours, he has to be touching you somehow. Whether by having a hand on your shoulder, hugging you and completely towering over you, anything. Despite his rough n tough demeanor, you are the only one who can really get to see this softer side of him.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

It depends on where and how you meet him. At the banquet, he comes off rather standoffish and rude. However, if you ran into him by chance, he's rather friendly. He has a bit of an edge to him, of course. As general, he has to be on high alert, so he can't afford to be too friendly.

As a friend, a best friend specifically, he's rather protective. But only in the same width that he'd be protective of the palace's consultants. You are important to him, and in his line of work, friends are few and far between. Yet, his loyalties still lie to protecting Sindel and her daughters.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Shao loves to cuddle. Anytime he has alone with you, he's dragging you to the bed and wrapping himself around you. Really, any way he's comfortable, he'll hold you. However, he loves it when you rest your head on his chest when you two fall asleep. Having you close to his heart is something that means the world to him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

As impressive as the range of achievements under his belt are, he really wants to settle one day. Enjoy the pleasures of the mundane, live a peaceful life with you. He's amazing at cleaning, but he sucks at cooking. So, if you two can divide the work once he achieves his peaceful life, he's more than happy.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's formal about it. Too formal. He wants to let his soon to-be ex partner down softly, and he's polite about it. When he dates, he's in it for the long term, so if he ahs to break up with someone, it is simply because of his line of work and his title.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I said, Shao dates for the long term. He doesn't exactly think about marriage right away, but if he's been with his partner for a year at least, he puts it into consideration, He'd love nothing more than to settle down, really. But his title gets in the way of that. So it is something he has to think about for another year after he considers it.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's big, he's bad, he's mean, but you are his moon and he is going to treat you as such. Doesn't matter if he towers over you, he's the sweetest man in your hands. He's almost afraid to touch you, really. He's hyper aware of his strength and he's afraid of even so much as squeezing you. He isn't afraid to tell you just how much he loves you, though. He's equally as gentle with his words as he is with his touch.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Shao loves hugs. To come home and hold you close, it's one of the greatest joys in his life. His hugs are firm, and given the fact that he's over 7ft, he'll always tower over you. But he loves leaning down into you, he'll simply stay at the door like that for minutes before finally getting along with the end of his day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He's cautious about it. Really cautious. With his life, anything he truly loves can and will get taken away within mere seconds. He's afraid of even thinking it. It takes him a while to say it, even if he knows he does love you. It'll be about 9 months in that you first hear it, but it is rather sparse after that. He does love you, but as mentioned before, he's afraid you will get taken from him.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Shao's good at hiding his emotions. But he fails horribly with jealousy. He thinks he's able to keep his composure, that no one can tell he's seething when a very bold royal guest attempts flirting with you. In reality, he even throws Reiko off with his jealousy. Regardless, he can't step in. He knows you have your boundaries, and you shoot down the guest right away. But that night, when you two have some time to yourself, he's rather possessive and clingy. He refuses to let you go, even for a second. Just to remind him how grateful he is to have you. And the fact that you are his, and only his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are nothing short of passionate. He refuses to give you any less, he has to make sure you can tell just how much he loves you. He prefers simply kissing your lips, however he'll also find himself kissing the corners of your mouth from time to time. He'll lean down to you and pull you in close, keeping his hands on your waist.

Shao loves to be kissed on the forehead. He loves it when you ask him to lean down so you can plant a soft kiss on his forehead or temples. He can't tell you exactly why, but he finds the gesture comforting.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

In public, he'll act as if he's annoyed by the children running around, or just outright ignore them. But, if he's absolutely positively sure that no ones around, he'll sit down and play with them, let them climb all over him, or even see if he can find a story (that doesn't involve his countless accomplishments) to read to them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Normally, he's up and about and out of bed before you wake up. He doesn't get much time to see you in the morning because of his title, but he does enjoy seeing you before he leaves. Standing at the door, leaning down to give you a quick kiss before leaving to attend to his duties.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He'll show you around the city before bed,- if you're up for it- and once you two are home, he's carrying you everywhere. Don't think you can get out of it, he refuses to let you walk. He'll hold you close and stay rather still over the night, but he does sleep light.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It will take Shao quite some time to finally let his guard down and start opening up. He opens up slowly, after about 7 months. And he still withholds some information from you, for your safety, he says.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

When he's drunk, he's got a temper. However, sober, he's a lot more calm. Not a lot angers him, aside from maybe getting his ego challenged. But he has to be calm, as said many times before, his status requires it.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Shao commits every little thing to memory. Every. Little. Thing. He freaks out if you wake up even a second later than you normally do, or if suddenly your hands are cold. He knows your favorite flowers, and just exactly which arrangement you loved, your favorite meals, the list goes on and on and on.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Your first kiss. As cliche as it is, Shao looks back on it fondly. Finding a quiet area away from the city, the palace. Bathed in the soft glow of Sun Do, he leaned down to kiss you ever so gently. It was the first time he showed proper vulnerability around you, and he cherishes it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You're asking me if GENERAL Shao is protective? He is. Beyond so. Any sort of bruise, he'll ask you who did it. He keeps an eye on you, whenever he can. He does not care if you are more than capable of defending yourself, he has to make sure you are safe.

Shao hates the idea of you protecting him, or anyone else protecting him. His ego's a little fragile like that. He knows he can keep himself safe, in fact, he has a tendency to welcome danger.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He makes sure everything he does is done out of love. Every gift end up over-the-top, every date seems almost too luxurious. He has to show his love in every single way, and he cherishes you too much to give you anything less than his best.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

You know that intro with him vs Johnny? Where Johnny says he thought Bi-Han needed a breath mint? Sorry to say, but he definitely forgets to brush a couple times a week. He won't kiss you if he knows this, and he swears he tries his best. But he's got a busy schedule.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Shao could care less. There's no need for him to worry about his looks, he thinks he looks fine as he is.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He misses you every single waking minute he is away from you. He worries over you, constantly. And if you were to leave him, he wouldn't really find a place in his mind for peace.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Shao loves dancing. He loves those small moments where he can place his hands on your waist and dance around the house. He's surprisingly good at it, and he takes the lead, every time.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He cannot stand a helpless partner. Yes, he wants to protect you, but if you have no will to fight for yourself, he cannot see a future with you. He wants to know that you can fight for yourself, and that you can keep yourself alive- on the battlefield, at home, anywhere- without his guidance. He'd actually probably make you deadlift his hammer, as well. Make sure you are more than strong.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Shao sleeps lightly. Any small sound can wake him up. He's on high alert at all times, and the smallest noise that he isn't used to has him up immediately. He'll go though the house, and leave no possibility unturned. He'll look under the goddamned pillows, in every closet, the cupboards, until he is absolutely positive no one broke in. Then he'll return to bed and fall back asleep near immediately.

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[sonorousabyss]

Can i maybe get a xiao or tsukasa male reader x hashiras if your doing requests or dont mind T_T

Hashiras x Male! Xiao Reader

AN: Thank you for the request Swivy! I'm not sure what format you wanted the post in or who Tsukasa is so I settled for the Xiao reader concept and some of the Hashira that I'm more familiar with!

Request: Yes Summary: Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi, and Shinobu's thoughts on a male reader with Xiao's general attitude/Personality. Reader uses some derivative of wind breathing because Xiao and Anemo go hand-in-hand. Warnings: N/A

Kyojuro Rengoku

Does not understand M/N at all, but doesn't let it phase him either.

What do you mean you want to stay away from the other demon slayers? Karmic Dept? Such nonsense! Just come with him and you'll make friends in no time at all! Kyojuro knows just how to help!

He met M/N by pure happenstance, passing through a village shortly after nightfall. The H/C-haired man was dueling with a demon not too far from the outskirts- and doing just fine by the Hashira's standards.

M/N ripped through the sick creature with clear and concise strikes, showcasing great skill in his breathing form as he jumped around the demon he was fighting, dodging attacks and almost seeming to dance in the air as he counterattacked, leaving gashes quicker than the beast could regenerate. Then, with one swipe? It was over. The head was sent toppling to the ground, and the body along with it.

Rengoku could only beam at him and clap as he approached, congratulating M/N on a job well done. He didn't notice the apprehension in his body language at all as he set his hand on the smaller man's shoulder, a giant grin on his face.

He'd already been impressed at the show of strength from such a young-looking member of the force, but to learn that this was the 5th demon he'd had to deal with in the past few days? The sheer dedication was astounding.

M/N did not appreciate this in the slightest and was blunt in stating so. Rengoku might've toned down on the physical contact that made him uncomfortable but didn't do the same for his volume or enthusiasm, much to his subordinate's chagrin.

This kept up well into the future as M/N climbed the ranks, with the Hashira asking about his exploits and how his missions had been going.

More than a few times he ended up comparing his breathing style to Sanemi's thanks to the wind aspect, which M/N could quite frankly do without. Couldn't the kind and energetic blond just leave him alone? He didn't want his karma to rub off on him. For demon slayers, dying was an occupational hazard. He'd hate to see such a skilled swordsman perish because he got too close.

Their relationship appeared to get better once the blond discovered M/N's love for almond tofu, which he proceeded to use to bribe him into coming out to eat with him. Things slowly progressed from there, and M/N became fairly comfortable with hanging out with Rengoku. He even stopped protesting! How shocking!

Missions with him were even more interesting, considering their respective fighting styles. By the time their bond of trust had developed, Kyojuro needed only to say his name and M/N would be at his side, hand on the hilt of his blade and ready to shed some blood.

Loyalty and consistency, as it appears, seem to go a long way. Even if his loud voice does tend to hurt his ears.

Tengen Uzui

Tengen... well let's just say he also had a favorable impression of M/N thanks to his fighting techniques.

Leaping into the air and plunging down, striking his enemy with such determination and impeccable form? Dodging quickly and dashing about like he weighed nothing at all? He had to say that his fighting style wasn't half bad. Even a tad flashy.

Of course, there's no way he could ever hope to rival a god such as himself, though... if he were to become his tsugoku...

Not in a million years. Or at least, that's the attitude M/N is rolling with. If Rengoku seemed pushy before, Tengen was going to be an entirely different story.

Rengoku... well... He means well, even if things don't register immediately. The Sound Hashira though? You could tell him to put you down when he's got you over his shoulder and he wouldn't hesitate to not follow that request. He's a whole different level of deliberate stubbornness.

Of course, it's not like he doesn't have his sweet side. He can be downright delightful if you get to know him in the right circumstances. It's just that M/N was never particularly interested in getting to know said sweet side.

Every moment spent in close contact with that man he either witnessed or experienced something disturbing against his will... not that his sense of disturbing was particularly normal, anyway.

For that reason (among several others) the man, though good at killing demons, tends to get on M/N's nerves.

M/N prefers to keep things more on the business side with Tengen. He has an immense respect for the technique and skill he harnesses with his blades in the war against demons. He's an impeccable Hashira, and a reliable comrade to fight alongside. In fact, it's not just him that's impressive. His wives are as well. And- his...mice?

Don't get M/N started on the mice.

They certainly have personality, but they're just one thing on the list of things he didn't know he didn't want to see until he saw them.

How did he even get them that buff?

What is he feeding them?

Is it edible?

Is it almond tofu?

He was hesitant about the wives (and their more affectionate and kind nature) until he tasted their cooking. M/N didn't know something could rival his favorite dish until he had it. Food is also how Tengen bribes him into staying around.

M/N tries to avoid these occasions as much as physically possible, despite how much the food tempts him. Uzui's wives were good people, and he didn't want to risk tainting them with his karma.

Uzui was debatable. He wouldn't mind seeing the man get knocked around by a demon just a little bit in combat to make up for the times he tried to get M/N to embrace a flashier lifestyle. But his wives? Nah.

Sure, they're perfectly capable of self-defense and would put up a good fight against him... but still. Too precious.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

No.

Absolutely not.

Don't get me wrong, Sanemi is strong as hell and good at killing demons, and they might have similar mindsets on things in a certain respect- *cough cough* demons being horrendous creatures that must be dealt with *cough cough*- but the firey ball of anger is just too unpleasant to be around.

Quite frankly Sanemi returns the sentiment.

As cold, distant, and aloof as M/N is, Sanemi isn't looking to befriend him in the slightest, and the same goes in the other direction.

Just because they're wind users and operate in the same corps doesn't mean they need to be buddy-buddy, and they are cool keeping their distance.

M/N is more or less neutral in Sanemi's respect. He'd take almost any other Hashira over him if they were in it for the long haul in terms of missions. In public it's always going to be strictly professional. Very much a "respect is there, but no feelings are attached" type of scenario.

Until M/N climbs the ranks and get's Hashira status, Sanemi is just a capable superior and a benchmark to surpass.

I wouldn't say the respect is returned, but eh. Does it really matter?

Kocho Shinobu

She's by far one of the only Hashira he's comfortable around.

While the others on this list are generally too physically or emotionally present or looking for connection, it's just so easy to be around Kocho and keep things how he's comfortable with them being.

She's level-headed, quiet, clear, and concise, impeccable in the medical field, is well accomplished in a fairly unique style of combat in comparison to the other Hashira, and so much more.

She doesn't need size or brute force to earn others' respect, fear, or admiration. She's just uniquely her... and disturbingly intimidating, in an uncanny valley sort of way.

M/N is of the opinion that if he had to work under any of the Hashira, or at least work with any of the Hashira, she'd be the one he'd want to work under. He trusts her judgment.

Given his occupation, he's likely gotten injured and had to deal with her and those working under her plenty of times as he perfected his combat style, so he knows better than to disobey the doctor's orders.

He doesn't need to look at her face to understand her intent and genuine feelings. He just knows.

Shinobu, I feel, doesn't exactly dislike him either. She's dealt with enough "interesting" types that I get the feeling she can read him fairly well too.

Streamlined. Respect. Loyalty. And Communication.

That is their bond in a nutshell.

They both also have an amusing habit of just.. popping up out of nowhere and startling people, so I think she's gotten a laugh out of that.

Patients have now become aware of the fact that if you're at her place, you now have to watch out for more than just the doc.

I like to think of this place as M/N's Wangshu Inn equivalent. Just a place he chills out playing distant from other people, waiting for the next orders from the top.

M/N also has impeccable hearing, which makes it much easier for him to appear when called.

He's more than likely been ordered to help with rehabilitation training for patients during the times he stays around too long. He doesn't offer up many objections.

AN: If you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed it! Apologies if I didn't get all the Hashira you might have wanted. I hope I did this somewhat justice?

May your day be as pleasant as the ocean's abyss is deep.

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[1800kfics]

8:09pm

beomgyu x reader

warnings: smut (minors dni please), oral (head m!receiving), minor exhibitionism

wc: ~950

an: not proofread I’m sorry 😭

UPDATE: apparently the song got taken off of spotify T_T but i still rec listening to it on yt!!

“try not to make a sound, this my mama house”

Your boyfriend sat next to you on his childhood bed, hand in the air clicking through channels on the tv in front of the two of you aimlessly.

"There's nothing good on. Nothing good to do in this house." Beomgyu said dully.

"I'm sure there's something fun we can find to do around here." You reply.

"I'm not sure about that. Any weed I have hidden in my drawers is long dried up. My mom is right down the hall anyways, there's not much fun to be had." He says, followed by a deep sigh.

The pair of you were visiting his hometown for the holidays. His mother liked to turn in early - albeit unusually early, so the two of you were left to your own devices for the rest of the night.

You look over to the digital clock on the nightstand next to you. It read 8:09pm.

When you turned your head back, he was already looking at you.

"What?" You ask.

He shoots you one of his signature smirks. "If I had a pretty girl like you in my bed when I was a teenager I'd probably be hard right now."

You slapped his shoulder and he started chuckling. "God Beomgyu! Is that all you think about?" You say, jokingly disgusted. His brazenness gets you every time.

"What, I'm not kidding! It's even hard for me not to get turned on right now..." He says in defense. You don't fail to notice how he shifts slightly in his pants.

You continue to play into it. "God, my boyfriend is a pervert that wants to get with a girl in his childhood bed to fulfill his teenage dreams." You say, waiting for his laugh to come.

It didn’t.

"Would you?" He asks at a voice you had to strain to hear.

You whip your head over at him. The circumstances aren't the best, but denying Beomgyu was an even harder task. One glance downwards and you could see him already pitching a tent in his sweatpants. You flick your eyes back up and he's looking at you hopefully.

You answer by moving to sit on his lap. You could feel his length perfectly, though it was separated from your core with your clothing. Once you're centered on him, he wastes no time pressing his lips onto yours, holding the back your head and pushing you impossibly closer to him.

Lips clashing together, you run your fingers through his hair, then make your way down to his neck. You trace it down all the way to the curve of his collarbone.

You feel him grin into your mouth, then he pulls away.

"Baby... I really need you. Any part of you." He says breathily.

You remember where you are in that moment, and worry about the creakiness of the bed. You decide to slip down and rest in between his now spread legs.

He lifts himself and pulls his boxers & sweatpants down far enough for his length to spring up and slap against his stomach. It reached his mid-thigh, and was thick. No matter how many times you've taken him in your mouth, it's always been a struggle.

You see glistening beads of precum on the tip and spread it down his length, pumping lazily. He puts his arm behind his head and he props himself up against the pillows.

You lick from the base to the tip, peppering it with kisses when you get there. He gently gathers your hair in a make-shift ponytail above your head.

Finally, you start taking his length in, and he guides your head down slowly. When you take all you can fit, you still for a moment. Taking in half of him is a feat.

You bob your head up and down on his cock, taking in as much as you can each time. You use your hand for whatever you can't reach.

After a few minutes, he's grown even harder in your mouth. "Do you think you can take some more?" He asks shakily.

You hum in approval around his length, the vibration making him grip the sheets lightly. He uses a hand to guide your head down further than your own head would let you go.

You deepthroat him, nose tickling his trimmed pubic hair. You pull up, go down, still, and repeat.

Tears are brimming in your eyes as you fight for air. You can tell Beomgyu is close, because his soft grip on your hair has become tight, and he has taken to fucking your mouth.

Your throat rejected one particular thrust and you gagged around his cock.

"Shhh baby, try not to make a sound, this my mama's house." He says in a strained whisper.

You try your best to continue to let him use your throat, even though the tears have well escaped your eyes and run down your cheeks.

"I'm... I'm gonna c-cum... Take it?" He says in whiny intervals.

You once again hum in approval, vibration pushing him over the edge. He shoots his load down your throat. When you pull off of him, he meets your gaze. "You're beautiful," he admits.

You scoff at him, knowing fully well that your hair is a mess and you have tear-stained cheeks.

He pulls his pants up as you sit up. You lay your head against his chest, listening to his pounding heart return to a normal pace.

"If you would've told teenage Beomgyu that I was going to have a smoking hot partner giving me head in this bed I would've freaked." He quipped.

You chuckle against his chest. "Shut up."

an: def not my best work but this was inspired by an edit i can’t get out of my head 😵‍💫

[satorusgummies]

i have an idea......(pulls a sheldon cooper) /j

Ok so gojos gang yk the OLD people gang,such as bananami,gojo,geto,shoko,and yaga,and mb add ino takuma (cuz my boy deservers better fr💔) meeting haibara or riko's younger sister and like they look just like em too but with opposite personalities(?) (i did maths if haibara and riko were alive and compare em with their siblings,they would probably be around 13-16 i think...?)lmao!And ofc please add THE ANGST!!!!

But dont push yourself and take your time :) Lots of love kessha❤️🫶

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10 "𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 by 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡"

✭ pairings: teen!gojo, teen!geto, teen!nanami, teen! shoko, teen! ijichi, ino takuma & yaga ✭ warning: fluff, fem!reader, platonic & romantic interactions, etc! ✭ symbols: platonic ☁ | romantic ❤

KESHAAA <333 IT'S ALWAYS SO GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU!! <33 you're awesome!! :> i made a few changes for a few hcs, but i hope you don't mind!! also im so sorry this took so long T_T enjoy!! xoxo, sam

OO1. 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈... ☁ .ᐟ -- you're riko's sister !!

✧ He was the first to break then news to you of your sister's fate. You and Riko were tight-knit, you were all each other had, so it was understandable that you knew her fate, as much as it broke your heart. ✧ Unbeknownst to anyone, he was a father-figure to you. He didn't have any reason to pay you both visits or to check up on you both, but here you were, sitting across him in your living room as Ms Kuroi brought him a cup of tea. ✧ Outings were rare, school took up most of your time as students, but Yaga ensured that even with your sister's fate, you both would have a normal life. It's what you both deserved. ✧ He was always there to listen, he always made that clear before he left your home. And he kept his word as he listened to your words of worry and fear for your sister's fate. He knew how tough it would be to lose the only family you have left. ✧ Despite his tough appearance, there's a reason as to why he was getting that prootion. He was wise and gentle, his words like a soothing balm on your anxious soul. You were far too young to be going through such stress, and he hated that sorcery messed with children's lives. ✧ Saying goodbye is always a little awkward at first, but after months of warming up, you've grown comfortable to hugging him goodbye at least. He's always there for you, you know it. ✧ He smiles goodbye, wishing that you and Riko will get to be normal one day – he just hopes that Satoru and Suguru make the right decision.

OO2. 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ He never knew that his junior, Haibara Yu, had another sister; one his age too. ✧ His eyes widen the slightest when he first meets you, the new transfer student, and he can instantly recognise Yu's warmth in your eyes – or more accurately, he recognised your warmth in Yu's eyes. ✧ It was clear that you were Yu's inspiration-slash-role model. You were everything that he was, and what he strived to be. Strong, powerful, kind, not to mention beautiful. You were so confident, and you knew who you were the moment you stepped in. ✧ And your were ridiculously strong for a grade 1 sorceror, almost a special grade like him and Satoru (but he kept that to himself). ✧ You were so sweet and pleasant, just like a ray of sunshine whenever you passed him and Satoru in the hallway. And really, the sight of you and Satoru getting along like a house on fire was enough to paint a small smile on his face, even though he knew he was going to be responsible for whatever nonsense the two of you caused. ✧ He sees the way you try to keep everyone's morales up, and he's nothing short of grateful. You both knew the risks of being a sorceror, and knowing that he could go to you, his new classmate, his new friend – confidant (and secret crush) if anything weighed on his mind eased him greatly. ✧ And he's there for you as often as you're there for him, it's a nice dynamic that's formed between you two.

OO3. 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ It was like Yaga read his mind when he began complaining about having more of a challenge. You were another special grade, just like him and Suguru, and the thought of having a new sparring partner sent chills of excitement up his spine. ✧ He knows he's up for a challenge the moment he feels your cursed energy as you step into their shared classroom. You were practically flooding the room with your cursed energy. ✧ It clicked in Satoru's head the moment he saw you. You needed no introduction – after all, the way Yu spoke of you so often had him feeling that he practically knew you like the back of his hand. ✧ You were his little pocket-sized sun, and you matched his energy, like you were two peas in a pod. It warmed his heart every time you noticed the little changes about him that no one else (other than Suguru) would pick up on. ✧ He was surprised that you saw through his cocky exterior. You saw past the great 'Six Eyes' name, you saw past the cheery front he had built for himself, heck, not even Suguru saw his serious side – the side that had been surpressed ever since he entered Jujutsu High. The side of the little kid who was forced to grow up before he turned ten. ✧ He appreciates it when you keep that moment of weakness to yourself. Though you do check up on him, he's grateful that you don't coddle him but he knows that you're there for him when he needs you. ✧ And when you stick by his side through it all, through Suguru defecting, through the night parade of a hundred demons, nothing makes him happier than to have you in his life.

OO4. 𝐈𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐎... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ You were such a sweetheart. Shoko felt a smile of her own creep onto her face as she saw your infectious smile while you introduced yourself to their class. ✧ You both start off as friends, your radiant, up-beat energy contrasting to her stoic, calm self. Between the four of you, you all balanced out each other. After all, Satoru had Suguru, and now she had you. ✧ After Suguru's defecting, Satoru went his own way, and all she had was you. Al that remained of your little group was just you two. ✧ She often found herself finding consolation within you. You listened to her every word, her every worry, her every fear and emotion. You saw her when her two best friends drifted apart. ✧ Coffee dates, lunch dates, you both did it all. You did it for her, to ground her and to make sure that she knew that you always had her back, she did it to make sure that what she felt was real – that the little flutter in her heart really only happened around you. ✧ She realises that she likes you – no, loves you when you both watch the sunset. She listens to you intently as you ramble, the smoke slipping past her lips as she zones out on your words, focusing more on the energetic way you talk about whatever topic you were on about. She feels her breath hitch as the thought of kissing you to shut you up sneaks into her mind. ✧ And when she does kiss you, it feels natural, like you're meant to be this close, like you're both meant to be together, and so, it's only fitting that you both decide never to be apart.

OO4. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎... ❤ .ᐟ -- you're riko's sister !!

✧ Kento was well aware of the conditions in Gojo and Geto's mission. However, he didn't realise that it meant that he had to watch over the Star Vessel's twin sister. ✧ While Riko was the Star Vessel and had the ability to see curses, you were different. You couldn't see curses, but you had strength, the ability to fight. ✧ Kento didn't see that point in looking out for you, after all, he and Haibara had better things to do. You seemed more than capable, but due to Yaga's insistence, he found himself watching you and Haibara geek out over a new restaurant just around the corner. ✧ The moment he realised he liked you was when he felt his heart ache at the news of your sister's death. It was like something clicked in you – you lost that little sparkle in your eye, and not even Haibara could cheer you up. ✧ Kento felt his heart twist at the sight of your lifelessness, and despite the voice in his head telling him that you'll be fine, the urge to do something to see you smile overpowered it. ✧ He does make you smile eventually, he remembers that day clearly because of the pride that filled his chest as you smiled at him. For once, he was glad that he listened to Haibara's advice and that he managed to perfect the cookie recipe for you. ✧ Eventually he's by your side and you're by his – from when he leaves jujutsu society and to when he returns. There's nothing stronger than the bond you both share as it blossoms into something more.

OO5. 𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐌𝐀... ☁ .ᐟ -- you're yu's sister !!

✧ Knowing that someone who was as cool as Nanami existed – and she was standing right in front of him, it made Ino giddy. ✧ He had two co-workers to look up to now, but you were more of an older sibling to Ino rather than Nanami, who was a little more professional about everything. ✧ You and Nanami were the only two who bothered to care about Ino's wellbeing, but when you did, it warmed Ino's heart, and he wasn't shy to express his gratefulness, often inviting the two of you out for dinners, or giving you both small gifts of thanks. ✧ Ino had grown used to both yours and Nanami's presence, moreso yours than Nanami's since you hung around him often, checking in on him at work, or just asking him to join you on menial tasks. ✧ His heart breaks for you when he learns of your path towards Jujutsu Sorcery. You didn't deserve to lose your brother at such a young age, no one did. ✧ Eventually, he understands why you hung around him so much. Parts of him reminded you of Haibara, and you swore to protect him with everything that you had – Haibara would've wanted you to anyway.

✁ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

OO6. 𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀... ☁ .ᐟ -- you're riko's sister !!

✧ He's impressed, really. Seeing your strength and your skill makes him really wonder if he's cut out for this kind of life. ✧ You two have the dynamic of leader and follower. He looks up to you and really, just follows you around like a kick/lost puppy. ✧ Gojo loves to tease and mess with the both of you, there's nothing more amusing to him than the way you snap in Ijichi's defense (he's amused that someone's looking out for poor guy, he's sure that ijichi won't even make it through the first year). ✧ The two of you remain together, like two peas in a pod. He's your 'yes'-man, and you're his headstrong friend, goal-oriented and impulsive while he's overly-cautious and scheduled. The two of you contrasted one another perfectly, and he was nothing short of grateful to have you around. ✧ Really, how the two of you managed to become friends was a mystery to everyone else. In their perspective, you stood up for the poor guy, and he just sorta tailed you around in return. If you ever needed a snack, he'd gladly get it for you without any hesitation – it was the least he could do to thank you. ✧ He's extremely happy for you when you both graduate, and when you became a sorceror, he was elated. To him, there was nothing better than to see your best friend achieve their lifelong goals.

a/n: wooo long time no post divider by @/cafekitsune

[just-some-random-blogger]

hi lovely! could we have a morpheus x reader fic where he’s just really petty and jealous of the guys around her even though she’s assured him many times that there’s nothing going awnnn. she gets so fed up one day she pretends to flirt with one of the guys just to spite him 🫢🫢

Baked Brie (With Extra Jelly)

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: The family that owned the bakeshop by the end of your block was just as sweet and warm as the goods they sold. The children of the owners had a soft spot for you, and Dream was so wholly hard on them.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, jealous!dream, dream vs 2 kids & their older brother, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, dream petty AF, typos, etc.

A/N: HAHAHA THIS IS SO ME IM PETTY AF CHEERS NONNIE YOU AND I SHARE THE SAME BRAINCELL omg i realized i ended up writing something far different than your req RIP IM SO SORRY T_T Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 it's here @sloanexx !! it's HERE HAHHHA lol i hope everyone enjoys good night [dead]

Niki, Nina, Nix, eldest to youngest, were the kids of Noelle and Nora, who owned the bakeshop, just a few buildings down from where I lived. They were a a happy family. They were so endearing, even in their arguments, they made me long to have a family like theirs in the future.

"And it's so cute actually," I say as I swing Dream's hand as we walk hand in hand, "they're all nicknamed N!"

He hums, lips curved into a small smile as he watches me skip beside him, "and what are the Moretti family's real names?"

I cease my hopping. I walk in thought beside him. He chuckles as he watches, pulling me close to him, linking our arms together, pressing a kiss at the back of my hand.

"I think Noelle is short for Emmanuelle and Nora is for Andrea," I place a hand on my chin, "Niki for Dominico, Nina for Adrienne, and Nix, is the only one named N, which is short for Nicolas."

"Niccolo," Dream corrects, "Niccolo Rafael Abreo-Moretti, named after Andrea's paternal grandfather Stephano Niccolo Moretti, and maternal grandfather, Rafaelo Constanzi."

I give him a look, stopping in my tracks, releasing a sigh. My lips curve into a pout, "I totally forgot you know everyone, ever."

The Prince of Stories chuckles, leaning towards me as he did.

I feel a bit wronged, in all honesty. There is a sourness in my voice when I speak, "why did you even ask when you know better than me?"

"I like to listen to your voice-- your stories."

I roll my eyes, "oh please."

I begin to continue our trail, but Dream holds me back. He pulls me towards him. I recoil and collide with his chest. He looks down at me with questioning blue eyes and pouty lips, "I would not lie to my beloved."

Beloved.

I suck in my cheeks, holding back the smile threatening to spill onto my lips. I snort, pushing myself off his chest, straightening myself up. I turn to the street to distract from the butterflies in my stomach and clear my throat, "yeah, yeah, let's keep walking. Don't want to be a nuisance. I remember how annoying it was to see couple pda-ing in the middle of the street."

"How critical of you," he mutters, the softness of his smile beginning to intensify.

I grab onto his arm and force lead him back on track, grunting as I did so, "well, couples are annoying if you're not the couple."

He finally chuckles, "well, I am glad I am not annoying, beloved."

I chew on my lips as I sink my face into his arm, trying to hide from the sensation of blood rising up my neck. I release a sigh as I reach out for his torso. He rids his arm between us and opts to prop it on my shoulders. I brush my face into his chest, breathe in his scent, deep and ethereal, and allow myself to calm down from the high his new pet names I have been earning as of late.

Dream pulls me close into him, awfully pleased with himself for garnering the reaction he did.

I pull away when I see the orangey light from the bakery. I perk, grabbing his hand again, "there it is!"

Dream smiles as he nods, "indeed."

"Oh," I grip his hand tightly in both of mine, "I hope they have baked brie!"

The moment we enter the establishment, I am welcomed with a cheer of greetings from the Moretti family. There is a chorus of 'finally,' 'you're here,' 'we have something freshly baked,' and other words that I could not all make out in time.

"Hello, my child," Noelle smiles from behind the counter just as she finishes clipping her blonde-grey hair back, "I see you brought someone with you today."

"Is he your boyfriend?!" Nina excitedly squeals, sharp, dyed-black bangs moving with her dyed-pink bob, beside her mother. Noelle shushes her teenaged daughter as she wipes he hands on her soft belly, telling her to go back to wrapping the cookies.

Nina makes a face but follows nonetheless, pointy, manicured nails, ribboning up some packaging.

I pull away from Dream, ready to introduce him. I am beat to the punchline.

"He looks weird," Nix blurts, mop of light blonde hair turning from his sister to the said being, blatantly giving him side eye as he walks with a tray of dishes back to the kitchen.

There is a loud, collective, "NIX!" thrown into the air.

"What?" the 7-year-old grumbles... or did he already turn 8? "he's worse than Nina."

Nina mutters angrily under her breath as her younger brother passes. She attempts to kick him, but Nix is too quick, too ready and used to it.

I turn to Dream, who was unfazed by everything, just as Noelle apologizes for her son.

He shakes his head, "I am unbothered by such remarks," he offers a polite smile, "you can call me Dream."

"My! Dream," Noelle turns to me, smiling as she mutters, "a patient man, and so pretty!"

I snort, covering my mouth with the side of my fist. I let myself calm down before replying, "he is."

Dream smiles to himself.

"Oh," Noelle calls, "you've been looking for baked brie, right?"

I nod excitedly.

"Papa is pulling it out of the oven," Noelle says, throwing her thumb behind her shoulder, "it'll only be a few minutes. Go ahead and look around or take a seat while waiting."

I nod once more and turn to Dream, taking his hand. I then lead him off to the goods on display, pointing out the ones I enjoyed the most.

"Oh, this one," I motion to some chocolate pastries, "for some reason always gets sold out on Thursdays."

Nina, who came out of nowhere, restocks the said item, "that's because there's an office nearby and I think their cult requires it as an offering."

I knew better than to listen to her fantastical musings, so I only offer her a snort.

Dream however, does the mistake of noting on it, albeit well-intentioned and concerned, "you are acquainted to this cult?"

Nina's face twists in the special, eerie way she is capable of. She finishes placing the things on her tray onto the shelf then presses the the tray in between her arm, reaching for my shoulder, "yes I am," she moves close to my neck, "and I am taking my beloved as captive."

She's pretending that she was going to bite me. Well, okay, she has bitten me once before.

"Your beloved?" Dream quips, moving towards me and Nina.

I pull away from the mischievous teen before 1) she actually bite me, 2) Dream could push himself between us.

Nina throws her head back at our reactions, laughing, "ohemgee, your boyfriend's a total grandpa."

"Well," I start, just as Dream grabs both my shoulders and looks down at his opponent, "he is, like, a bazillion years old."

"No kidding," Nina says, turning to Dream with a challenging look, "hey, you ever hear of a joke?"

"Do not make it a habit to joke about things not yours to joke about."

Nina makes a face, turning to me, "yeah," she turns back to him, "ok."

Just as Nina walks away, Dream eyes her intently. Then, from the other side, Nix comes up to me, grabbing my hand, pulling me off, "look, look, I finished my design!"

I part from Dream as I am redirected to a table by the boy holding his sketchbook in hand, "you're gonna love this one!"

I release a breath as I am pushed down on the chair. Nix circles around and places the book on the table. Before he can sit across me however, he starts and reels back, seeing Dream was already seated there, arms crossed, expression grave.

"What the fuck!" he squeaks in shock.

"Nix! Language!" I reprimand.

Nix turns to me in shock and slight fear, "how is he there?!"

"I hold dominion over every seat across my person," Dream purses his lips tightly, eyeing Nix like he was a criminal.

I turn to Dream, calling out his name under my breath as I shoot him a similarly reprimanding look. His blue eyes dart to me, his posture deflates.

I turn back to the boy as I sigh, bringing his sketch pad near me, "what was it you wanted to know me, Nix?"

Nix huffs, eyeing Dream dirtily one last time, before leaning over the table, coming close to me as he showed me his design, "I call it, Zombie Pizza!"

Nix begins to explain that is was a sweet, deep-dish with smushed chocolate and red velvet cake and fondant zombie fists. He finishes it by saying, "papa says that we can only sell it on halloween and on my birthday."

I chuckle at the little pout he gives me. I jolt when I hear Dream snarl. Nix turns to Dream just as I do, however the boy scowls much harsher than I do.

"Dream," I call out.

"I would like to finish our errand," he quips coldly, "and leave immediately."

Nix closes his sketchbook, raising a brow at Dream, "you are aware you can't leave until Niki comes, right?"

Dream narrows his eyes at the boy, "and why can't we?"

"Because he's going to throw a tantrum if he doesn't see-"

Nix is cut off by the loud call of my name from across the room.

The next moment, the tall, muscular man comes running towards me with open arms. I barely have time to stand before I get squished into a tight hug by the eldest Moretti sibling.

He exclaims something in Italian, I choke as I make an attempt to wrap my arms around him. My feet are barely on the floor as I am hoisted up. Nix rolls his eyes at his brother as he walks away, "show off..." he grumbles, "so what I'm bad at Italian..."

"Niki," I struggle, "I- can't breathe."

"Oh," he gasps as he pulls away. I catch my breath and receive two kisses on both my cheeks. Niki's large hands are on my neck, "it's been so-"

"Release your grip this instant!" a voice cuts as a hand comes onto Niki's wrists.

Niki and I turn to Dream, who is absolutely livid. The lights begin to flicker.

I open my mouth, but before I could speak, Niki shoots Dream a glare and pulls away from him, bringing me along as he did.

Dream's nostrils flare, his eyes widen in anger.

"Niki please," I look up to the man who pulled me back protectively. I move away from his side and come up to Dream's. He seems stunned by my actions. His jaw clenches when Dream pulls me into his chest as his hand darts to my waist.

I place a hand on Dream's chest for balance, giving Niki, who was growing just as agitated as Dream, a soft look, "this is my boyfriend."

Niki's expression falls. He blinks, casting his gaze to me, "your what?"

"Boyfriend, lover, partner, whatever you want to call it," Dream retorts for me, stepping forward in the process.

"Dream," I call, keeping him back, "enough of you."

Dream turns to me, brows knit, lips pursed, eyes glassy. He retreats.

Niki shakes his head. His shoulders relax, "oh... wow," he breaks into a smile, "I didn't know you had a boyfriend." He then crosses his arms, his muscles bulge in his tight shirt, "I didn't think you'd be the type to get into a relationship," he points a finger, "considering you complain about couples to me, like," he counts on his fingers, "everyday."

I release a breath, "Niki."

Niki turns to Dream, brushing his longish dirty-blonde hair back, "you know she said PDA should be banned," he motions at us, "and yet look at you now."

Dream narrows his eyes at Niki. I begin to feel blood rise up my neck.

Thank the goodness of the earth, Nora called out my order the next moment. I turn to the man with a brown mustache and wide shoulders like his eldest child, holding a blue box in his hand that looks small only in comparison to him. I drag Dream along with me when I claim my order.

I hurriedly fish for my wallet as Dream stands rigidly beside me.

"So," Nora starts, giving Dream a once over, "you're the boyfriend huh?"

"Isn't he pretty, Nora," his wife says before she goes into the back kitchen.

Nora's face is stiff. Dream's is just the same.

"So," the man starts again, "what do you do for a living?"

I pull out a bill and slam it onto the counter, sliding it over to Nina, who was now manning the register. I answer for Dream, "freelance."

Nina raises her dark, sharp brow. Nora knits his bushy ones, "doesn't sound very stable."

Oh, nothing about it is stable. "Trust me," I sigh, "it's a full time job."

"That makes literally no sense," Nina points, making her father agree.

Nix comes up to my right, eyeing Dream darkly.

I make up a lame excuse, "it's a Gen-Z thing."

"That man," Nix scoffs, "is not a gen-z."

I look down at the boy, "I didn't say he was, kid."

Nix pouts.

Niki comes behind Dream, placing his beefy arm on his shoulders, "what kind of freelance do you do?"

I swear, in that moment, Dream's smaller form (compared to Niki) slowly begins to grow. My eyes widen as I pull him away, "quit it!"

Niki, thinking it was he I was talking to, deflates, frowning, "I'm... I'm sorry. I just wanted to know."

Dream gives him a dirty look. I notice him grow and bulk a few inches. I grab his pale face, quickly turning to Niki as I say, "not you baby."

"Baby?" Dream growls, face contorting in offence.

"Here's your change," Nina says apprehensively.

"Keep it," I say, turning around only to get my box. I offer a quick smile to everyone and begin to push the I-was-sure-was-still-growing Dream out of the establishment.

The Moretti family looks at me as I wheel my boyfriend out of their bakery. I give them a strangled look as I shove Dream out toward the glass door, "I'm sorry, it's just- we're very late for an appointment."

"Are you sick?" Niki calls out in concern, "I can drive-"

"NO!" I call a bit too loudly. I pull back from Dream, turning to the five people, sighing, "I'll see you guys tomorrow."

I do not wait for their response and the bell rings, indicating the exit of the two of us.

We walk in a rush down the street in silence.

Dream, now towering over me like an insane person with a muscular build and extremely long legs, looks upon me with an unamused look.

I look up at him with a vengeance, completely annoyed by his antics, "what the heck is wrong with you?!"

Dream's face tenses. He looks away like an angry child.

"Lord Morpheus?!" I call out rather loudly and mockingly.

Dream turns to me, muttering, "do not regard me like that."

I grunt, stopping in my tracks, holding the box by my chest as I grind my teeth at him.

Dream turns to me, lips parting as he huffs.

I raise my brows and shake my head, "well?"

"They were too familiar with you."

I roll my eyes, continuing to walk, not at all waiting for him.

He scowls, walking after me, "do not disregard me."

"I'm not disregarding you!" I exclaim, "I'm just not allowing myself to blow up in the middle of the street, because I will."

"They were touching you! And regarding you as if you belonged to them!"

"And do I belong to you?" I snap, turning my heel, looking up to him.

Dream knits his brows, leaning down quickly towards my face. His hot breath hits me as he whispers, "everything that you are belongs to me," he steps forward, pressing into the box in between us, "every breath, every heartbeat, every thought of your is mine," he captures my face into his hand, "just as everything that I am is at the mercy of your fingertips."

A shiver runs down my spine, "Dream-"

"Make no more room for your heart, if not for me, my dear."

I raise my brows at his sentiment, "that's messed up."

"I don't care."

"Dream-"

He grabs the box in between us and presses his forehead onto mine, "let us continue this discussion when we are not in the middle of the street," he takes my hand, "lest I blow up."

[midnight-in-town]

I know that the blue revenge arc in kuroshitsuji is not over yet , but what's your opinion on it so far ? Which mission is your favorite and which new character you find interesting ?

Hey Anon ! My opinion is that the pacing of this arc absolutely sucks, even if I'm well aware that it's because Yana's way overworked. Unfortunately, I find it kind of often takes away the fun of this arc.

Going back a bit, I overall enjoyed Mey and Ran's investigation and I think Jane was an important character that we need to keep an eye on.

Bard's arc was slightly less interesting but I liked Ada, though I think it makes no sense for her to leave overseas, when she could have worked with Sieglinde and Wolfram. Who knows, maybe Sensei will back up on this idea and Ada will stay in England...

Also I think Layla is Lord Vega and Baron Heathfield's undead child [x][x], which is probably why Mey discovered a blood collect using drugged women in his mansion during her investigation.

Finny's arc was by far the one I liked the least because, Snake's tragic death aside T_T, Finny didn't discover the full purpose of F.O.L orphanage.

Sure, the kids and Finny know it's connected to the BD project, but nothing more. Personally, I believe it could be a test to turn the BD project into a profitable business [x] [x] [x], but we didn't really get more details about what these "clinical trials" were, so I was not happy. :(

However, I think it's good writing that all 3 investigations went differently (Mey succeeded without damage, Bard almost died but was saved by blood transfusions, Snake died and might become a BD) and that only Ciel and Seb will manage to put the pieces together.

That's about it. Can't say I'm excited about the upcoming investigation for now, but way more by whom we might meet and know more about next (Tanaka ? Joker ? Viscount of Druitt ?).

I hope it answers your question ! Have a good day, Anon. :))

[sammyluvr]

i was feeling so sad all day, rewatched some episodes from season 5 and it affected my mood.

this isn’t really a request, just a thoughts ask. what do you think it’d be like being a winchester sibling during season 1? looking for john, seeing dean turning more protective, secrets about john and mary unravel and sam starts getting visions. maybe certain things that happened to the brothers happen to reader instead, maybe they were the one injured during the faith episode. perhaps they take a vacation during the scarecrow episode, not wanting to side with either brother, then end up getting a call from sam and going to save dean. there’s so many possibilities ugh

-🌬️

ugh i wanted to get through more of season one before answering this because i have such a horrible memory but i haven't been able to get myself to continue my rewatch these past few days T_T so i'll do my best to give my thoughts, though they might be more focused on the first half because that's all i've gotten through recently :,)

i think even from the very beginning there are sooo many possibilities starting with where were you during sam's stanford years? are you the youngest, so you couldn't leave, but maybe wanted to? but you feel like you can't leave dean alone, so you don't go even once you turn 18. or you're the middle child and you helped sam with his college applications and supported him about stanford without telling john and dean. seeing him off and wanting that for yourself, but feeling like it's too late. maybe leaving two years later, but still spending lots of time with dean and maybe not going to school, so you still hunt with them sometimes. or if you simply just stayed with john and dean for whatever reason, you never fell out of contact with sam. you always tried to get them to keep talking, but both of your brothers are far too stubborn. even if you talk, it's really hard to actually see sam.

so when you do in pilot, you're so joyous, but you feel guilty for pulling him away from jess. but you also want to be selfish and have him back, at least just until you find your dad. i like the idea of reader having met jess once or twice and even if you didn't know each other well, you always felt like you'd become great friends with her if you could have the chance. and you see how much she and sam love each other and it makes you feel so happy for the both of them. you feel so guilty and devastated when she dies, always doing your best to be there for sam. but he's stubborn as we all know and keeps brushing it off like he does with dean.

noticing the tension between sam and dean and wishing you could make it go away, but knowing it's necessary for them to figure it out. seeing how dean gets more and more protective as sam's visions get worse and when you get hurt and the longer that john is gone. the fact that you and sam are older now does nothing to stop the way that dean feels completely responsible for the two of you. no matter what happens, it's always the three of you in the end.

[nattikay]

“I’m so sad that we won’t get more of Neteyam (outside of potential flashbacks or spirit tree visits) in future movies—”

yes I totally agree, his death absolutely broke my heart and the fact that his family now has to move on and continue the story without him still weighs heavy and even puts a damper on the hype for the next movie because it’s still a bit hard to see the group shots of the remaining family together without the lurking thought that they’re missing one hanging over everything—

“—because we won’t get any new content to thirst over!”

…oh (T_T)

sigh look. The reason Neteyam’s death shook my feels to the core is because that’s Jake and Neytiri’s baby y’all. That’s their little boy, their firstborn, forcibly taken from them way too soon. He was such a good boy too, brave and noble and selfless and he had his whole life ahead of him…and even though they can visit him in Eywa, his family now has to deal with the fact that they they lost one, they’re missing one, in the living world there’s now a certain hole in the family that can never be filled…it’s absolutely tragic on every level, it’s heartwrenching and something I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy…

I don’t miss him just because he’s “hot”. Heck, I’m a 26 year old grown flippin’ woman, the idea of fawning over the attractiveness a teenager is naturally incredibly uncomfy for me. And yes, I acknowledge that most of the folks fangirling over Neteyam (and Lo’ak etc) are teenagers themselves, and there’s nothing wrong with teens having a crush on a character their own age, so no, I’m not going to cry p-word or any of that drama…but for me simply wanting to browse the fandom tags, find some cute fanart, read some fics, etc., it is still uncomfy to be constantly surrounded by it.

And yes, I’m aware that this may come off as “holier than thou” or thinking that my reasons for being sad about Neteyam are more noble or justified than theirs, and for that I apologize; that is not my intention.

it’s just a little exhausting to want to find content of this character and commiserate with fellow fans who miss him only for such a huge chunk of said content to be tinged with this constant horny overlay in which I am not at all interested in (and even kinda repulsed by in the more extreme cases).

So yes I love and miss Neteyam, yes his death broke my heart, and while I technically do not consider him my favorite character (the whole of the Sully family is my favorite “character”), coping with sads in my own way does give me a particular soft spot for him and desire to give him more love and focus in my own fanart etc.

But no, I am not a “Neteyam girlie”. I exactly zero desire to fantasize about dating him. I have no interest in fawning over how hot he is in whatever gif. He is not my “pookie” or “babygirl” or whatever other pet names are popular right now.

for me, he is just a brave sweet child stolen from his family far too soon.

[iridescentxstars]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐀𝐲𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 ੈ✩‧₊˚

ೃ⁀➷ Here is part two! Enjoy!

The Swim Team’s Car Wash Fundraiser - @miss-pearlescent || college!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: I asked for this for my birthday and I am not disappointed hehe

Hips - @soobadnoonecanstopher || teacher!au || parent!au || personal favourite || note: nothing makes me happier than reading dancer!father!jongin teaching dance to adorable kids and the rest of the story that comes with it (steamy)

Half Love - @forexcapism-blog || vampire!au || personal favourite || note: we may never know what happens but damn the tension was so good and do I still love this series with my forever pining heart

Continuation - @thesammtimes || idol!au || personal favourite || continuation of a drabble i wrote || note: it was the sweetest thing when Samm said she wanted to write a second part to my drabble, made me super happy

Humiliation - @mybiasisexo || roommate!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: damn this drabble definitely makes oneself fan her cheeks because it is h o t HOT

Colours of Jongin - @moonlightjongin || moodboard || personal favourite || birthday present || note: i know my dear has been fretting so much over this moodboard compilation but it is honestly the most beautiful thing i have ever seen

When I Was Yours - @moonlightjongin || college!au || personal favourite || note: I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea and guess what - I am not in any way or form disappointed with this masterfully written piece. I love it and will forever love it just as much as exception

Say Yes - @mint-yooxgi || killer!au || yandere!au || personal favourite || written for me || note: this made me squeal and giggle with a stupid grin on my face. I am so lucky to have such a talented writer as a friend who loves to give me my favourite killer in a cute way

Some Like It Rough - @mint-yooxgi || killer!au || yandere!au || personal favourite || written for me || note: even though she was worried, jackie did an amazing job and god did i love every second of this fic

Wicked Games - @thesammtimes || stripper!au || mafia!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: this is an idea i’ve been playing with. a dark stripper/mafia piece filled with dark love and such.

Soft Nini - @thesammtimes || ambiguous!au || personal favourite || requested by me || note: i needed softness and samm provided T_T

Universal Differences - @miss-pearlescent || alien!au || personal favourite || kind of requested by me || note: ugh this is only two chapters in and im god damn in love! she’s done it AGAIN

The General’s Sweetheart - @miss-pearlescent || personal favourite || note: ugh this is so good so far, i can’t wait for more!

Kingdom Come - @x-ratedkpop || personal favourite || written for me || note: thank you bb for writing this for me omg i love you and i love this fic T_T

I Made Nini Smile - @kimkaijong-in || personal favourite || gif set || note: thank you so much because i wanted this so much and i am so happy thank you so much!

Wrecked - @worldwidewreckers || personal favourite || gif set || note: still don’t know who did this but thank you!

Christmas gif - @moonlightjongin || christmas present || gif set || note: this was such a pleasant surprise babe! thank you!

Kinktober - @mint-yooxgi || requested || note: oof, that’s all we need to say. perfection

An Added Benefit to Self-Sacrifice - @twisted-tales-of-all​ || requested || note: one of the best things i ever did was request this - so good!