#so gonna finish Rabbit Heart first

[neeeooon]

video game lover !

3 | hiori the mouse boy

cw. cussing

“that looks like a block of cheese,” you scoffed into your mic as you stared at hiori’s minecraft house. since the last game you played together was about fighting, something hiori had a lot of game experience in, you decided to pick a game more catered toward your experience. since it would take too long to teach hiori the sims 4 controls, you settled for the next best building simulator: minecraft. “why would you build with the sponge block?”

hiori’s character’s head craned between you and his house. “cause i like it? i think it looks pretty good.”

you snickered and glanced back at your chat, which was moving much quicker than usual since you were streaming live with hiori yo.

chat: y/n girl just let him do it.. we all know who the winner’s gonna be

chat: spawn a creeper next to his house… it’s for the best :)

chat: WDYMMM THE SPONGE HOUSE LOOKS SO CUTE

chat: i love hiori but….. he is not winning this round </3

chat: hiori mouse boy confirmed?? 🤔💭

“my chat is calling you mouse boy,” you read before turning back toward your own house.

“my chat is telling me to burn your house down,” hiori said back, a bit too quickly for your liking.

your jaw clenched, grip tightening around your house as you moved your character into a defensive stance. “don’t you dare.”

hiori’s character didn’t move, nor did he speak into his mic, but you feel the evil grin on his face. it burned your skin and made you grimace. “leave my house alone, hiori yo!”

you made him promise (he had to swear to your chat) not to touch your house, especially when you finished first. with your free time, despite being in creative mode, you decided to explore the map on your own.

chat: are u sure we can trust him around our house alone?

chat gifted 10 subs: GET HIM A PET SHEEP AND THEN EAT IT

you thanked your chat for the subs, apologized for not complying with their request, and continued wandering while talking to your screen. “can i trust him? no. but i know some of you are disloyal and watch both streams. you’ll warn me if he gets too close.”

chat: yes ma’am 🫡

chat: let’s kiss

chat: okay jokes aside hiori’s kinda hot right

“oh my gosh!” you cried when you stumbled across a little white bunny rabbit. its red eyes were trained on your character as you crouched and pulled a carrot from your inventory. “i’m gonna keep you.”

the rabbit got close enough for you to put a lead on it, keeping the carrot in your character’s left hand so the bunny wouldn’t freak out. “i’m gonna name you hina, and you will be mine. chat, isn’t it so cute!?”

chat: um

chat: girl

chat: y/n…….

chat: YOURE IN LOVEEEE

chat: UGH SHIPPING THEM SO HARD

chat: what if she kills it yall 💀

“what’s wrong with the name hina?” you asked, confusion seeping into your voice as you read through your chat.

chat: DID SHE JUST SAY HIORI

chat: please don’t name the bunny hiori then call it cute wtf 😭😭😭

your brows furrowed in confusion as your chat suddenly picked up speed. reading a few messages, you shook your head. “what are you guys talking about? i said hina.”

chat: NO YOU DIDNT

chat: SOMEONE CLIP IT

chat: y/n babe i can’t defend u :(

chat: hioyn is real guys

chat: you literally said hiori

your jaw dropped. someone sent a clip in your discord, and sure enough, the words that came out of your mouth were: “i’m gonna name you hiori, and you will be mine. chat, isn’t it so cute!?”

slapping the side of your face, you stared bug-eyed at the screen. “guys, oh no. he’s infected me. he’s in my brain! do you not see how evil he is?!”

chat: mouth says evil but heart says pretty

chat: says the same person who can’t insult him without complimenting his beautiful blue eyes 🥰🩵

“you all hate me, i swear,” you grumbled before returning to your house with hina.

masterlist // previous (ch 2) // next (ch 4)

notes -> trying the tags thing out! hopefully this works :’)

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© neeeooon, 2025

[hunieday]

Momo - 16PRODUCERS Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Thanks for your hard work

Yuki: Anyone here?

Okazaki Rinto: You’re early, Yuki-kun!? I’m here!

Yuki: Okarin, you’re online. Yuki here

Okazaki Rinto: Yeah, I know. There’s still time before the interview though...

Yuki: That’s true, but today’s an important interview day and I finished composing, so I thought I’d camp here early.

Okazaki Rinto: How wonderful. Momo-kun will be thrilled when he reads this!

Yuki: Yeah, who’s the star of the show today after all? Are you at the recording booth with him?

Okazaki Rinto: Actually, the recording ran longer than scheduled so Momo-kun should be back to the dressing room right around the interview time!

Yuki: Is that so. So it’s just the two of us for now.

Yuki: So what should we talk about until he’s back. Shall we have a competition to list what we find the cutest about Momo?

Okazaki Rinto: There’s no way I’m winning that. Let’s talk about what we like about you instead!

Yuki: Are you doing a bit

Okazaki Rinto: Momo-kun himself actually suggested it. He said "There’s a chance I’m gonna be late, you two can just talk about how super handsome Yuki is!"

Yuki: We thought the same thing.

Okazaki Rinto: I’ll start with my opinion! You used to say you weren’t good with people, but now you’re so approachable it’s amazing!

Yuki: Thanks. Do I have to say something too?

Yuki: I can write music

Okazaki Rinto: Next! I also think you’re an incredible actor. I feel so proud seeing you soar even beyond the idol world!

Yuki: Thank you. More new rivals keep popping up, so I can’t slack off anymore.

Yuki: Now’s my turn

Yuki: Now I’m out

Okazaki Rinto: That’s it!?

Yuki: That’s it

Momo: You barely scratched the surface!?!?!?

Yuki: Here comes Momo

Momo: Here comes Momo-chan!! Sorry for making you two wait 🥺🥺 I couldn’t stop smiling reading all the rabbichat notifications 🥰

Momo: But really, just three or four points don’t even compare in the sea of Yuki’s charm!?!?!?!? Like, his beauty mark is beyond handsome, the way he looks at me with such intensity makes me fall in love all over again. He’s so beautiful from the tip of his fingers to every strand of his hair?!?!?!?

Momo: And the way he calls me his “precious partner” is just too handsome…!!!

Yuki: You type really fast, Momo.

Momo: Lightning fast!!!!!

Yuki: I appreciate you saying all that, but today is all about you, Momo.

Momo: That’s trueee~

Momo: You’re gonna share,,,, what feelings you poured into producing my project right,,,,,,,,

Momo: aaaaaaaaaghhh can my heart even handle this ‼ Yuki, Okarin, please take it easy on me ‼

Yuki: I’ll be gentle.

Okazaki Rinto: Let’s get started! As requested, we’re aiming for a casual, relaxed vibe for this interview, as if you’re not even working. So we decided to do it over rabbichat!

Okazaki Rinto: First off, Momo-kun! Please tell us how you felt when you found out Yuki-kun’s gonna produce your song!

Momo: Hmm...he usually composes for Re:vale as a whole, but he did it just for me this time. To think that he created not just the song but also the lyrics, costumes, and the whole concept...I feel so lucky it’s almost too much to believe.

Momo: The person I’ve admired for so long brings me so much happiness now. I want to take that a hundred, a thousand times and deliver it back to all my fans.

Momo: Wait a sec is this real? I’m not dreaming, right?

Okazaki Rinto: Don’t pinch your cheeks so hard, Momo-kun!

Yuki: It’s real, Momo.

Momo: It is...

Momo: This is so special to me that it always felt like a dream! I mean, just singing with Yuki already makes me so happy, but I didn’t know there was even a possibility to ascend to another level of happiness.

Yuki: I’m just as grateful for the opportunity to focus on a project entirely for you, Momo.

Momo: Yukiiiiii~

Momo: Wait a sec, how come my darling is the most handsome guy in the world !?!? 😭😭😭

Yuki: I know. So what did you think when you heard the song?

Momo: It was so cool... I thought it’d be more cutesy

Momo: But it was completely different! And it has this super stylish dance number, I could picture us dancing together the moment I listened to the airy melody.

Momo: Even though we sing in a high pitch, the deep bass was so powerful, I love it soooooooo much…

Yuki: I’m happy

Yuki: I wanted to capture all your different sides

Okazaki Rinto: Interesting…! I’d love to hear more about your creative process!

Yuki: You could say it’s about Momo’s “switches”, in a way. A switch for when he’s singing, when he’s performing.

Yuki: A switch for when he’s pressing close to my side, thinking about lyrics to write. Working earnestly and wholeheartedly.

Yuki: They’re all different switches within Momo. It all shifts. The gap between them all is intriguing.

Momo: My “switches” huh... So that’s how you see me. 

Momo: You’re right though, I do change depending on the person or situation without even realizing. The gap between the melody and the high pitch reflect that.

Momo: And the electronic sounds are supposed to represent little switches, right? That’s just like you, it’s fascinating!!!!

Yuki: Thank you. It was challenging since I wasn’t allowed to compose the entire thing myself, but it was worth it.

Momo: And the lyrics moved me deeply. I could feel your message of wanting to face the future together, and to keep singing for an eternity and beyond.

Yuki: That’s right. This song is for you, who pulled me forward and shone your light upon me that day.

Momo: That’s because

Momo: Yuki’s music gave me the push I needed back then

Momo: So that’s why I

Yuki: Momo. You always say you’re thankful to me but

Yuki: "Beneath the countless stars, I can reach anywhere as long as I’m with you." Being with you lets me sing anywhere, Momo.

Yuki: Just like that day we sang together on the sandy beach of a deserted island, the place where you and I sing, the place where Re:vale is, will always be the best stage ever. (1)

Okazaki Rinto: Momo-kun’s crying.

Yuki: Don’t shed tears when I can’t be with you to wipe them.

Momo: Wh

Momo: Whoa stop stop stop stop hold up wasn’t that way too smooth?!?! That line was so hot my tears stopped on their own!?

Yuki: Hello, it’s me, the handsome Yuki.

Momo: Kyaaaa!! Please look my wayyy!! 🤩✨

Yuki: Yep. I’m looking straight at my phone.

Momo: lolololol thanks! I totally feel your eyes on me 🤩✨

Okazaki Rinto: Alright, I’m sorry but let’s get back on track. I’d love to hear about the concept behind your outfits and promo shoots!

Momo: I’m so excited to hear about it! I was hyped the moment I walked into the room for the photoshoot! It looked exactly like a gaming room 🎮

Yuki: The song doesn’t fit an outdoor setting. I felt like even indoors would still be too bright, so I went for a moody, neon-lit setup the moment I found out something like that existed.

Yuki: It was perfect for Momo since he loves gaming, but the gentle neon light reflecting in the dark felt especially very Momo-like to me

Momo: I’m so happy!!!! I really do love those kinds of lights toooo~~ I see how it is, hehe~~~~

Okazaki Rinto: Yuki-kun, your idea of what “feels Momo-like” is always very diverse.

Yuki: Is it? I think it’s normal

Momo: And don’t forget the outfits, I loved them so much >u< Yuki doesn’t usually wear clothes in that style so I snapped a ton of photos of him!

Yuki: I thought we might as well embrace the Momo vibe for this shoot too. We even took tons of pictures together.

Momo: Yup! We were dressed like Player 1 and Player 2! 🪄

Yuki: It's been fun trying a style I don’t normally wear

Momo: You looked amazing!! 😍 💚 Why don’t you start wearing clothes like that more often?!

Yuki: Then how about we try some different combinations next time? (2) 

Momo: Huh?! W-w-ww-w-ww-we don’t have to go that far!!!!!!!!!???

Yuki: Why not? Matching outfits always have a wide variety

Momo: Huh!!!!!!!!!! Okarin !!!!!!!! What do I do !!!!!!!! Work is one thing, but a private setting is totally different?!?!?!?!?!

Okazaki Rinto: I find it funny that you’re typing what you’re muttering in real life, LOL.

Yuki: How nice. I wanna be there too

Momo: You have work after this right? so Momo-chan will wait for you to finish!!

Yuki: Yeah. Thank you

Okazaki Rinto: The request was to make this a more relaxed conversation, but you might be a bit too relaxed right now, or maybe you’re just acting like you always are….

Yuki: Is that a problem? It’s fine, right, Momo?

Momo: Right, Yuki! 🫶

Okazaki Rinto: That’s right! It’s totally fine! And finally, please share a message for the fans!

Yuki: This new direction may surprise some fans, but from where I stand, Momo is strong, gentle, and full of warmth. Just like a sunrise that blends the dark and light, he’s a mix of many wonderful qualities.

Yuki: That’s why the song plays tricks with a variety of rhythms, melodies and singing tones. They reflect Momo’s ever-changing expressions. I hope you enjoy “Get in the Groove.”

Momo: I always spend every day thinking about how happy I am ever since Yuki and I became Re:vale. Sometimes so much so that I wish time could stop.

Momo: But you know, listening to “Get in the Groove” made me feel even happier! I know this project was born all thanks to our fans’ unwavering support. Thank you so much!!! I feel like the happiest person alive right now!

Momo: And that’s why I want everyone who supports us to feel as happy as I do, always and forever! I hope that you never get your feelings hurt! And if sadness ever comes your way, I hope our songs will be able to heal you!

Momo: Re:vale will always be a warm light, shining on everyone like the sun that rises each morning. Now and forever, with Yuki by my side!

Momo: That’s all I got!

Okazaki Rinto: Thank you both! This was Re:vale in full force!

Momo: Yup! I feel Yuki’s love overflowing more than usual 🥹❤

Yuki: Really? I’m not really good with words

Momo: Well no, you’ve gotten dangerously much better at that recently!!??!!!

Okazaki Rinto: It’s hard to believe you once had to practice saying stuff like this.

Yuki: Yeah, that sure did happen.

Yuki: Momo, promise me you’ll keep smiling by my side now and forever

Momo: Yeah. I promise!!

For those who are confused, the sandy beach of a deserted island refers to a specific plot point in part 5 of the main story.

I. am frankly not entirely sure how to interpret this. Because judging by Momo’s reaction I believe Yuki was Most Definitely Not insinuating an actual change of color combinations but. A Different Kind of “combinations”. 

[dinogoofymutated]

Wolverine/Fem!Reader - Masterlist link

You've met Logan Howlett in every life you've lived since the 1900s. And in every lifetime, fate rips you from him just as cruelly as it forces the two of you to meet. How many lives will it take for the two of you to finally have your happily ever after?

General TWs: Reincarnation, death, Major character death (multiple times), Angst with a happy ending. Controlling familiail behavior, descriptions of wounds, descriptions of war, descriptions of violence/death, childhood trauma. Possible historical inaccuracies.

Here's the first chapter!! I waassss gonna wait until I finished part two and post both at once but TBH I was desperate to get this out! I hope yall enjoy this, and I would like to remind everyone that I am not a nurse or any kind of medical personnel, and I kinda struggled to find out about the procedures of ww1 nurses, so take most of the nurse stuff with a grain of salt! like watching a dumbed down version of grey's anatomy lol. I'd also like to say that I decided to make Logan's healing factor slower during ww1 and ww2, as he hadn't gone through the Weapon X program yet. Chapter TWs: Blood, injury, childhood injuries in the prologue scene, war n shit, ww1 canada is a tw on it's own.

     October 22, 1900.

    “Andy!!”  Your brother rolls his eyes at the sound of your high-pitched voice calling his name, turning around with a frown. He always had been faster than you, and today was no different. He had gone running into the woods when your mother had called the two of you in for lunch, and ever the devoted little sister, you had chased after him before she could notice what the two of you were doing. You’re panting when you finally catch up to him, your skirts scrunched up in your fists as you try your best to keep them from catching on bushes and vines.

    “Where are you going? Mama’s calling us for lunch!” Neither of you was supposed to be on this side of the woods, past the fence that marked your family’s property. It made you nervous to be so far past the boundary. Your older brother scoffs at you, turning away once again as he continues to march further. 

    “Father told me that he had set bear traps out to keep the animals away from the house. I’m going to see if he’s caught anything.” Andrew says stubbornly. You rush ahead to try and keep up with him, staying close and looking around anxiously. You never had been a rule breaker, and this was just a little more adventurous than you were comfortable with.

    “Bears? You don’t think we’ll find any, do you? I don't want to see anything be hurt.” You whine, tears forming in your eyes. Your brother laughs at you, the same way did the time you brought some a dying bird, or the time you had begged father to spare the rabbit that had been digging in the garden. He never understood why you were so soft-hearted.

    “You’re going to need to be more brave if you’re going to be an adult one day. Cowards get killed.” Andrews teases, cackling wickedly as he steps on a branch and the sound of it snapping causes you to flinch and cry out, rushing forward to grab hold of his arm.

    “That’s not true!” You cry. 

    “Yeah, it is!” Andrew argues. There’s a bit of a ditch in front of the two of you, and he shakes you off before he hops down. He holds his hand out to help you navigate the drop, and you take it eagerly as you carefully get down, making sure not to dirty your skirts any more than they had been. 

    “No, it’s not! It’s not true! It’s not true because I have you, remember? Big brothers are supposed to protect their little sisters!” You persist once you’re finished. Andrew sighs again, but you don’t doubt his answer for a second. He rolls his eyes at you before he begins to walk on.

    “Of course I am. But you can’t expect me to get to you every time.” Andrew says. You’re about to refute that when the two of you hear a rustling in the bushes up ahead. Andrew holds out a hand to keep you behind him, stopping both of you in your tracks. The birds have stopped singing, and you know that it means something scary is about to happen. Dad calls it a bad oh-men or something along those lines, but you didn’t usually listen to him. Now you’re starting to wish you had.

    “Stay here. I think I hear something up ahead.” Andrew whispers to you. You try to grab for his arms as he leaves you, but he’s too far away, and you find your feet rooted to the spot. You’re too scared to move, holding your hands anxiously as you watch Andrew begin to stumble through the bushes cautiously. You don’t like this. You don’t like it at all. You can only see his head through once he’s through the thick of it, and you hear him huff in disappointment when he doesn’t find anything on the other side.

    “Never mind. There’s not even-” There’s a sound of a mechanical snap before Andrew falls to the ground with a scream. 

    “Andy!” You cry out, immediately bolting through the bush. Branches and briars get caught on your skirt and tear at your skin as you push through to get to him. Your brother is shouting and grunting in pain when you see him, tears dotting his eyes as he stares down at the sight of his ankle caught firmly between the teeth of a bear trap.

    “Stupid trap!” He cries out, his hands shaking from adrenaline. You don’t know what to do, standing frozen at the bloody sight before you, mind going back and forth between whether or not you should go to your brother or run home to get your parents.

     “Help me get it off!” Andrew shouts, and it’s enough to finally bring you back to the situation. You can only nod frantically as you kneel by his side. Hands shaking as you help your brother try and open the trap and get it off of him. The metal digs into your fingers as you try to pry it open, your brother grunting and crying with the effort to do so. You can only think of what your parents will say, what Andrew will do. What if it got infected? What if he lost his foot completely? You realize you’re crying as you and Andrew try with all your might to pull the trap open, grip beginning to slip on the contraption right as Andrew tugs his leg out of the trap. It snaps closed violently after, barely missing both of your fingertips as Andrew rolls away from it.

    “What- What do we do? Andy?” You ask, unable to do much but stare as your brother writes in pain. It’s all happening so fast, but god did everything feel so slow. Andrew manages to make out something about stopping the bleeding, and you’re right on it as you press your small hands to the bloody, mangled, flesh. You squeeze tightly as you pray and pray and pray for him to stop bleeding, shutting your eyes tightly as you sob and cry and wish you could do something, anything more to help your big brother.

    There’s a buzzy feeling in your hands, like pins and needles without the pain. You don’t see it happening as you sit there and bawl for your brother, his warm blood on your hands all you can manage to feel in the moment. The blood begins to slow, and slow, and you don't even realize it has stopped until everything seems to be just as quiet as before. You realize that Andrew isn’t crying anymore, and find yourself brave enough to cautiously open your eyes.

    To your surprise, you don’t see anything. 

    All there is is Andrew’s blood staining his ripped pants and both of your hands- but the strangest part of all was that there was no more wound. Not even a bruise remained of the bone-deep cuts that had been there just a moment before. Your tears begin to dry up as your eyebrows furrow, still hiccuping as you look on at the scene in confusion. When you look up at your brother, he’s wide-eyed. Staring at you in complete shock.

    “Was that you that did that?”  He asks. You don’t know what to say. You don't know. You begin to notice a soreness in your leg as the two of you sit there, simply staring at each other in shock. Eventually, Andrew swallows, before he tries to stand up, doing so effortlessly and without pain. He stretches and flexes his leg, moving it back and forth like his brain is still playing catch up. You try to follow his lead, only to cry out in pain and stumble. There's a deep purple bruise circling your leg when you raise your skirt, one that perfectly mimicked the bloody hole in Andrew’s pants where his own wound once had been.

    He carried you back home that day.

    The Great War began on July 28th, 1914. The archduke of Austria, Franz Ferdinand, had been assassinated, thus causing a series of events that spiraled into the worst war that the world had ever seen until that point. Your brother was quickly whisked away into the battle once the fight had started. He quickly advanced through the ranks, his ever-present charm and intelligence being a boon to him, and an asset to many others. He had always been the fighter. Your bother Andrew, your protector, and keeper of your secrets, now a general in the Canadian army. You could hardly believe it. 

    You, on the other hand, had begun to educate yourself at your brother’s behest. You became a nurse, finding yourself drawn to the field in the absence of the many men who had left mainland hospitals to go to war. You loved it. You loved helping people heal and survive, thrive even, but even so, you had become rather secretive about your natural gifts. Andrew, as supportive as he was, knew that the world would never accept powers like yours. As guilty as you felt every time a patient had slipped through the doctor’s fingers, you knew better. Your healing abilities took from you a fraction of what it gave to others, and using it was just not possible in large doses. You knew that and knew to listen to your brother’s warnings. Still, it did not stop you completely. Healing a wound or broken bone now and then in the shadows, where there was no one there to see. Miracles became your specialty, but your medical knowledge had become your backbone.

    At the end of April, you were surprised to receive a letter from your brother, the contents of it being a plea for you to join him in the war efforts. They needed nurses, trained, knowledgeable, nurses. You would be by his side as much as possible, but you were needed across the sea. And well, if it was your brother asking, who were you to refuse?

Novemver 2nd, 1917

    "You are to keep your medical supplies cleanly and well maintained. I understand that you aren't exactly green in this line of work, but let me tell you, you haven't seen war yet." The senior nurse in front of you has no time for fools, you have only known her for a moment, and yet you know this for a fact. Her pace is fast and purposeful. Her skirt is muddied and stained, and yet her boots do not seem to sink or stick in the mud like yours do as you try your best to keep up with her. Nurse Mary is strict in personality and pace, and you're careful to follow directly behind her throughout the busy encampment. 

Everyone seems to have something urgent to attend to, soldiers and nurses and medics alike all running about through the mud and dirt. There are many hospital tents, many more than you had originally anticipated. You begin to realize exactly why your brother had been so firm in instructing you to refrain from assisting any wounded beyond what help lies within sutures and gauze. 

    “How often do the wounded arrive?” You ask, following her into a rather large hospital tent and passing by various cots with wounded men.

    “You should expect them to arrive every day. The wounded are many, but the dead are more, god rest their souls.”  She tells you, one of her hands clutching the cross around her neck for a moment. There are many things you have learned throughout your schooling, and many gruesome sights you know to expect, but the one thing that still gave you chills was the death toll. You try not to think about it too hard, knowing that it’s just the truth of war that good men go to die. But that doesn’t mean you will ever be forced to be comfortable with it. You pass many rows of wounded soldiers as you follow her through, many being gravely injured with missing and mangled limbs, and shrapnel in places where it should never be. You keep your bedside manner in check, but you know half of those men won’t make it through the night.

    “We should be grateful for the men who return to our care, but please keep in mind that we are the only buffer between them and god. You must understand that losing these men isn’t an if, it’s a when.” You nod solemnly in response to her, quelling the anxiety in your heart. You knew very well that she was right. You casually look around the hospital tent, doing your best to help familiarise yourself with the surroundings when a puff of smoke catches your eye.

    You don’t know where to laugh or scold the man, brown eyes meeting your own as he quickly tries to hide the cigar. Nurse Mary clearly had not seen him, but you certainly did. You can’t help but smile in a baffled sort of way, and the soldier- the quite handsome soldier- smirks, shrugging his shoulders at you. You try not to laugh, choosing to simply shake your head instead of pointing it out to Nurse Mary. It’s something he clearly appreciates, and he tips his head at you, winking as you finally pass him by. You hope you’re not blushing, quickly looking away from him with a smile on your face that you couldn’t fight off.

    “Are you paying attention, Miss? Your brother spoke very highly of your skills, it would be a shame if it were all to be lies.” The nurse ahead of you says, a strict tone in her voice. It almost startles you, bringing you back to earth after the solid minute of distraction the brown-eyed soldier had caused. 

    “I- yes. I apologize. Please, continue.” You reply quickly. You can tell she’s not quite convinced but doesn’t have the time to care, reminding you that there would be little to no time to dally once you had been given decent instruction about the facilities. You’re eager to get to work, and decide that there would be no more distractions today- no matter how charming or handsome they seem to be.

—-

    You were assigned work the moment your walkthrough had been conducted. No downtime, no breaks. You wonder if you truly had any idea how bad things would be where you got here. Seeing the wounded was one thing, but reading their chart was another. You felt detached as you conducted physicals, changed bandages, and redressed wounds and cuts. You checked for infections in those with amputated limbs, knowing that death would soon come for those who were so unfortunate. The difference between any of the men was astounding- wounds from this war unlike any that you had ever seen before. You had heard of the new weapons, the horrors that geniuses had developed so that others would die. It pains you that someone could be so ignorant and cruel- and yet even you hope that you would never have to face those instruments of war.

   Out of all the strange and unusual wounds and war-torn soldiers you met on that day, there was only one who you remembered in truly remarkable detail.

    You see the puff of smoke before you see him, lounging on the backboard of his hospital cot without a care in the world. Besides some old bandages on his chest, you can tell that he’s not in any pain. To be honest, you start to wonder if he belongs in this infirmary at all. He’s distracted, cigar held up to his lips as he takes a deep inhale of the smoke, drowning out his senses with the nicotine. 

    “You must be feeling pretty confident to be breaking the only rule we have in here.” You say, raising an eyebrow at him. He chokes on the smoke rather suddenly, trying to recover as quickly as he can as he puts the cigar out. You give him a sweet smile, trying your best not to laugh. He smiles sort of unabashedly at you, shrugging. 

    “Can’t blame a man for tryin’.” He coughs. You shake your head at him, lifting some papers on your clipboard before you find the one assigned to his cot. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his list of past injuries and causes of infirmary visits. How is this man even alive?

    “Logan Howlett, I presume? You’re pretty perky for a man who has such a long list of injuries.” You state, still reading it through. You’ve never seen this many on one chart before- all dating from the very start of the war to his current visit. Logan gives you a shrug of his shoulders, which isn’t exactly a response you would prefer, but he smiles at you in a charming sort of way that makes your heart flutter. 

    “They call me Lucky Logan for a reason,” Logan hums- causing you to huff a laugh. You shake your head at him, setting the clipboard down on the edge of the bed before you begin conducting a physical and checking on his “wounds.”- not that there really was any besides an odd, yellowed bruise or two that you could almost swear seemed to be lightening by the minute.

    “ ‘You new here?” You glance up at him at the sound of his voice, smiling a bit out of politeness.

   “Why, Is it that easy to tell?” You ask, knowing that he certainly knew so due to him seeing you earlier, but you wonder for a moment if you seemed to be any different from the other nurses. You always strived to be good at what you do, but part of you had a tendency to worry if you could keep up with the others here.

    “Nah,” He says, bluntly. “I just think I’d remember if I had seen a pretty nurse like you before.”  The words make you gape for a moment, that smile still showing as you shake your head at him and try not to laugh. He was a flirt- a rather smooth one too. 

    “Do you use that line on all the ladies?” You tease as you pull out your stethoscope to listen to his heart. You listen, and besides the fact that his heart rate is a little faster than the regular average, you don’t seem to notice anything too strange.

    “Only the ones as pretty as you.” He says. You don’t hold back your laugh at that, and his genuine smile is definitely contagious. You check his eyesight and overall mobility one more time once you’re done, trying not to blush at the way he’s looking at you. You feel his gaze even when you step away to write on his chart, finishing things up.

    “Well, Mr. Howlett, you seem to have a perfect bill of health,” Logan perks up a bit at that, moving to where he can sit on the side of the cot, his feet on the ground. “...but I can’t completely release you just yet. You’re free to wander around some, but you’ll have to wait for the doc to give you one last look-over before you can go back to the frontlines.” He lets out a dramatic sigh, frowning for only a minute before he stands, winking at you as he grabs his shirt from underneath the cot- the bloodied one they wheeled him in here with, no doubt, and puts it on.

    “If that means I’ll be seeing you more often, I’ll take it.” He flirts. You laugh, knowing that you very well might have swooned if you had been any greener to this line of work. Instead, all you can really do is cringe at the sight of his shirt and lean down to the small table to his right, the one where his chart had been, and open the drawer, revealing a freshly clean set of clothes. 

    “Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Smokey.” You joke, finding his surprised face rather endearing. It only takes a moment before he’s smirking again, taking the clothes from you and doing a mock toast to you with the cloth. You shake your head at him, trying to keep your smile contained as you walk away from him and over to your next patient.

    You find yourself thinking about him throughout the day, both delighted and somewhat frustrated at yourself for swooning so easily over a soldier- on your first day, too. You had told yourself when you took this job that you would never do such a thing, knowing that so many romances in a time like this end in tragedy- but you certainly couldn’t seem to help it. You think about him when the other nurses talk about their personal soldiers, out there fighting the war, and think about him again before you go to bed. It was frustrating! You met a man and knew him a whole ten minutes before swooning like a schoolgirl. You suppose it felt nice to be wanted nonetheless and felt nice to be complemented by someone you found so handsome… But you didn’t need to be thinking so hard about this right now anyway. You roll over onto your side in your bed, hoping to fall asleep soon instead of spending time thinking about something that won’t happen.

    Besides, there wasn’t a chance in hell that your brother would ever approve of any relationship you had with a soldier. You were sure that if he had his way, you would die as a spinster- forever reliant on the family. Your dreams that night are more like nightmares, dreaming of faces and growing old and rocking in a chair alone in your brother’s house, a burden to his finances, his wife, and children. But then there are some dreams where you see the face of one particular soldier, and wonder why you felt so compelled by him.

[xi4oyan]

Hello! If you don’t mind, can you do Fox spirit (Huli Jing/Kitsune) reader and Sun Wukong (preferably LMK) where the reader enjoys to hold tails with Sun Wukong (up to you if the relationship is established or not).

Just felt like it would be such a cute idea to see in your writing style which I love with all my soul（‐＾▽＾‐）!!

Slight lore spoliers down below 4

The Monkey King 2014 movie.

(I really miss Ruxue and Sun Wukong’s relationship in The Monkey King 2014. She’s basically his childhood friend n first love who ended up dying by the demon bull king in the end, she was such a cutie which made me so sad:(!!)

Hope you like ૮꒰ིྀ˶꜆´˘`꜀˶꒱ིྀა Sorry for the delay

⪩. .⪨I learn from the best ⪩. .⪨

The golden evening breezes whispered through the leaves of flowering peach trees, spreading a sweet fragrance through the air. The sky was tinged with warm shades of orange and pink, reflecting in the calm waters of the lake, where the willows bent their branches as if they wished to caress the mirrored surface. Seated on a moss-covered rock, you intertwined your fluffy tail with Sun Wukong's, feeling the comforting warmth of his presence.

He let out a low chuckle, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and tenderness. "You really like this, huh?" His voice had a playful tone, but you could feel the sincere affection behind the words.

With a mischievous smile, you pulled your tail closer, enveloping yourself even more in the softness of the intertwined tails. "Of course I do. Your tails are warm... and soft." You tilted your head, watching him with glimmering eyes. "And you never refuse."

Wukong scoffed, crossing his arms, but the small smile on his lips betrayed his attempt to feign disinterest. "Pff, as if I were that easy."

You laughed softly, pulling him closer with a slight movement of your tail. "You're easier than you think, Monkey King. I just need to do this..." You gently slid your fingertips over his tail, feeling the golden strands bristle under your touch.

Wukong immediately stiffened, his ears twitching like a startled rabbit’s. "Oi! That's cheating!"

"Oh?" You grinned, pressing your advantage. "I thought you were the great and mighty Monkey King, undefeated warrior, fearless trickster... But here you are, getting flustered over a little tail touch."

He narrowed his eyes at you, lips pursed. "I am NOT flustered."

"Then why are your ears turning red?" You teased, flicking the tip of his tail just to see his reaction.

With a dramatic groan, Wukong flopped onto his back, hands over his face. "I swear, you're worse than Buddha himself. He trapped me under a mountain, and here you are trapping me with—ugh—feelings."

You burst into laughter, leaning over him. "Oh, poor, poor Monkey King. So tormented by my affection. However will you survive?"

He peeked at you between his fingers, a sly grin creeping onto his face. "I dunno. Maybe if I had a little kiss, I’d regain my strength."

You gasped, dramatically placing a hand over your heart. "The audacity! Using my own tactics against me!"

"I learn from the best." He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly enjoying himself.

Rolling your eyes but unable to suppress a smile, you leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against his forehead. Wukong blinked in surprise before his entire face lit up with delight. "Hah! I knew it! You totally li—"

Before he could finish, you flicked his forehead, making him yelp. "That’s for being insufferable."

He rubbed the spot, pouting. "Not fair. I liked the first part better."

You simply shook your head, resting against him as the breeze carried the scent of peaches through the air. His tail wrapped around yours a little tighter, and despite all his theatrics, his hold was firm—like he never wanted to let go.

"Hey," he murmured after a moment, voice unusually soft. "You’re not gonna disappear on me one day, right?"

You looked at him, the playful glint in his eyes now tempered with something quieter, something real. You squeezed his tail against yours. "Not even if Buddha himself tried to trap me under a mountain."

Wukong grinned, tugging you closer. "Good. Because I think I really, really like this."

[bcacstuff]

Interview with Sam.

Description

Outlander’s Sam Heughan, heads to Perth next weekend for Supernova 2025. The Scottish star chatted to the guys about his excitable fans, whiskey tastings and the Aussie heat.

Clairsy and Lisa congratulated Sam on his upcoming role in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s as Macbeth and no pressure but Ian McKellan was the previous actor in the role.

Transcript

(*Speaker 3 is Sam)

Speaker 1: A whole lot of stars are about to descend upon us for Super and Over comic con and gaming on at the Perth Convention and Exhibition Center next weekend, Dune twenty and twenty nine. Tickets are available through Supernova dot com dot AU. One of the big stars coming to town from Outlander, among other things, is Sam Hewan. He's with us this morning.

Speaker 2: Hello, Hey, welcome Sam.

Speaker 3: Good morning to you both. What a lovely, lovely day.

Speaker 2: Well, I said we.

Speaker 1: Could not off for your thirty five degrees and you said to you, this is summer.

Speaker 3: Yeah. When I when I landed in Sydney a couple of days ago, and my driver, I was wearing a T shirt and he's like, you need to put a jacket on this. This is summer for a Scotsman. It's beautiful. I love your mornings here. They're fresh, they are fresh.

Speaker 2: Well, it's gonna beautiful in Perth by the next week. You might get a twenty degree day, but plenty of son.

Speaker 3: I'll bring the buddy smigglers.

Speaker 1: Yes, you have you done many of these events?

Speaker 3: This Super and Over is that first time at this convention I've done one before. I had such a great time last year in Sydney, in and Melbourne. It was really great. But yeah, I've never been to first so I'm excited to go there.

Speaker 2: Oh, very good. But what are the fans like? Are the rabbit or respectful or a bit of both?

Speaker 3: Honestly? I just I'm so happy that we finally come down under, you know, we do you know a bunch of these events all around the world, especially in America. To come to Australia and New Zealand as well, I'm always fun to come down here and the fans, you guys are amazing. You know, you're You're very welcoming.

Speaker 1: Obviously, people probably know you best as Jamie Fraser and Outlander. The eighth and final season will be out soon. It's been an incredible journey for both the cast and characters. Do you think fans are going to be happy with how it all wraps up?

Speaker 3: Oh? That would be telling, wouldn't it. Honestly? How do you how do you how do you finish? You know, something that's been going on for eleven years and seasons? It is. It's been an amazing journey with Jamie Fraser and all of the you know, the the actors and the characters. But yeah, I mean it's going to be heart ranging for sure to say goodbye, but worth it. And there's a lot to look forward to as well. There's the the prequel show that airs.

Speaker 2: Blood of My Blood looking forward to that might after following the show all the way. So I love it Atlanda and you know the time travel element with Claire going from forty five to seventeen forty three with a totally different set of conflicts going on, and she's like sharing the uber red Uberta. But if you could travel to any time or era, what would you choose? If you got a spot in the history that you'd love to go to or maybe the future.

Speaker 3: Yeah, I mean I've been asked this question over the years, and you know what, I've never really come up with the perfect answer because there's you know, so many periods of history that I'd love to go back to, where there's you know, the ancient Egyptians seeing how they built pyramids, back to you know, the dawn of civilization. But perhaps I would go back to when when I first started outlanding, just like I don't know, sneak up beside myself and say, hey, you're going to have such a bloss on this nice.

Speaker 1: Yeah, Now tell us about the other thing that you're doing with fans, a whiskey tasting experience. Trust a Scotsman to have.

Speaker 3: A wors I mean, you know, I know there may be whiskey involved, who knows. But no, I have a spirits company says like spirits we are you know on the press office? Should I say of bringing our alcohol to Australia which will be really exciting. But yeah, I have also a cocktail book coming out this year, so yeah, I might talk a little bit about making cocktails. I actually tried a Tasmanian whiskey last.

Speaker 1: Night, which was well, of course it would be you know, I mean that's research, isn't it.

Speaker 3: That's research, very thoroughly. Research would be remissive.

Speaker 2: You not really any cost of or a text break, you know you're going to put that in.

Speaker 3: Yes, my account, I'm very happy with you.

Speaker 2: Well, you've got to be very happy with the Royal Shakespeare Company, Thank you very much.

Speaker 3: Macbeth. Are you feeling say it.

Speaker 1: That's Scottish flight? Oh no, actually we're not in that. We can say it outside the theater.

Speaker 3: Yeah, I think you're you're you're okay, there's I mean, yeah, there are a.

Speaker 2: Lot of worry about yeah, yeah, well.

Speaker 3: Yeah, no, the headsages. I've got this shocking haircut. Actually I shaved my head for it. We were doing some press for it. We've shot, you know, our promo material and we haven't started rehearsals yet. But I'm really excited. It's sort of full circle moment for me because I started in theater some twenty plus years ago, so it will be great to return back to them.

Speaker 1: I imagine that. I mean, you know Macbeth with the Royal Shakespeare Company. To me, it does It doesn't sound like it gets any bigger than that for a stage performance. It just is doing movies and The Outlander and all of that. Is that so that you can do things like this, do you know what I mean?

Speaker 3: Yeah, I definitely. It's a very different muscle and it's a different world. But as I said, it's where I started, and it just feels like the right thing to do now. But there's no pressure because the last people to play and Lady Macbeth in the theater that we're doing it in Stratford upon Even was Ian mckellnon and Judy Dench, so there's.

Speaker 2: No novices, no pressure no pressure at all, no pressure at all for you know, so Laurence Olivia nominated in the past. Man, you'll be it'll be walking back.

Speaker 3: Thank you so much. You've done your research. But yeah, no, I mean as I said, it was. You know, I grew up in theater and before I got Outlander, and I worked a lot in the UK, in London's West End or in Scotland doing theater. But it has been fifteen years since I've been on. I've treaded the boards, so it'll be certainly the first night might be nerve wracking.

Speaker 1: It'll be like riding a bike now, Sam. We love to ask people where they were when they got the call to tell them they got the role. Do you remember where you were, like we were, you know, at the shops picking out some fruit or something when you got the call that you got Outlander or yeah.

Speaker 3: I'm not sure it was fruit that I was picking out, but I was. I was in a grocery story. Why are you Really in Love? Yeah? Yeah, and my agent called and I was. I remember just dropping the shopping that i'd been gathered, which was very was not very good of me, but I just I walked straight out and I think they walked straight to the pub around the corner because my friends were just by chance, and we certainly celebrated that that night. And yeah, it was incredible. It was a real moment because you know, I was working in bars and restaurants and obviously a jobbing actor, but it really did change my life.

Speaker 2: Oh you've got to be prepared when you come to Perth. There's a big Scottish community here, so you might get mobbed at supern Ivor. Because I never done the Reid Brothers from your proclaimers, can they get mobbed as well?

Speaker 3: So you never die as well. I hope they'll be singing a rendition of a one hundred miles then when I arrived. But no, I mean that's great. I mean there's always there's this great Scottish connection down down here, and it's been really interesting to see that. You know, when we did many kilts over New Zealand, you know, seeing the connection there to Scotland is great. So it does it. You guys have got perhaps a warmer landscape than we do. But just feel like coming home a little bit.

Speaker 1: Well, we look forward to bring in town. We hope you have a wonderful time this weekend in Sydney and then we'll see you in Perth next week.

Speaker 3: Ken looking forward to it and looking forward to seeing everyone. Honestly, it's going to be such a good weekend.

Speaker 1: Thank you so much. Sam.

Speaker 2: You take take care. He's gonna have some big cues in front of him like the other stars. I went last year?

Speaker 3: Did you last year?

Speaker 2: Man? My son? You wanted a couple of autographs and things and photos and E met old mate from Wolf Creek.

Speaker 1: He is there again.

Speaker 2: He loves John Charity is Clay some great lines for us.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Silence ✧

Plot: You, one of the nurse of the Task Force 141, take care of his injury.

A/N: Guys— I know I said I’m gonna take a break but this have been in my mind and I wanted to share it with y’all😭 so my final post until exams is gonna be abt kaiser!!

It's been another one of those brutal ops that left the boys of Task Force 141 pretty banged up as usual.

Holed up back at the safe house, you're the only nurse on duty tonight handling their medical needs post-mission.

The door to the makeshift triage bay suddenly kicks open with Lieutenant Ghost himself stalking inside with that icy unreadable vibe he always gives off.

Like he's some sorta apex predator assessing any potential prey in his vicinity even among allies.

With his usual skull baclava, he head toward a chair without a word. Then he just calmly lifts his bloodstained shirt exposing that frighteningly huge, scarred torso built like some kinda walking brick shithouse.

You can't help the nervous gulp escaping as those piercing steel-black eyes bore straight through you standing there frozen.

Sizing you up like some helpless little rabbit ready to be ripped apart by those massive bear-paw mitts clenching fistfuls of shredded fatigues.

Until your medical training finally clicks into autopilot gear catching sight of the nasty bullet graze scorched across his lower abdominal slabs.

Gnarly enough to require patching up judging by the steady trickle still seeping out between those ridges.

You give the subtlest shake snapping out of it then retrieve the first aid kit heading over.

Carefully avoiding those glacial irises still tracking you as you silently kneel before the seated Lieutenant without uttering a word.

Once situated between those tree-trunk thighs you get to work cleaning and disinfecting the jagged wound with the antiseptic wipes.

Ghost barely even flinches when the alcohol solution hits that raw patch of burger meat - dude's an absolute stoic savant when it comes to playing through pain.

At least until you hear the faintest hiss slipping past those clenched jaws when you apply slightly too much pressure against the tender injury.

Instantly you freeze then murmur a hushed apology, letting your touch turn gossamer light yet still effectively cleaning the gash while he stays utterly motionless.

Something about the close proximity between you both suddenly amplifies, like both your heartbeats are syncing up while you focus on meticulously wrapping those sterile bandages around Ghost's midsection.

Even through all that scar-tissue cratering his abdomen you can feel the searing warmth radiating off in pulsating waves.

Against your better judgment you chance a glance upwards to check if everything's still good on his end.

But the second your gaze meets that utterly primal smokey-black stare piercing straight through you, it's like every nerve ending in your body ignites simultaneously.

Those razor-sharp raptor eyes hungrily drink in every subtle shift and flex of your form positioned so vulnerably below him.

Heart thundering against your ribcage now as realization dawns about just how terrifyingly easy it would be for those titanic arms to completely overpower and snap you like a damn twig.

Yet a deeper core-level current also hums between the charged particles gathering unbearably thick in the air around you both too.

Stoking thrills of a different sort pulsing through your veins beyond just the mortal peril his presence typically broadcasts.

By the time you finish securing the gauze wrappings and carefully rise back upright, your throat's gone bone dry.

Forcing you to swallow hard glancing away while reminding him not to overexert. To diligently rest and hydrate sufficiently over the next few recovery days so you don't hafta come redress this all over again.

But the second your back's turned gathering those scattered supplies, you audibly inhale feeling Ghost's furnace-like proximity crowding up against you from behind.

Not overtly threatening yet - rather merely an intoxicatingly heady presence amplifying that strange tension crackling across your hypersensitive nerve endings exquisitely.

Those steel-cable forearms extending across both sides bracketing you in while his ragged whisper ghosts up the nape of your neck with a scorching caress.

"Much obliged, then...for always patching us up good as new, Doc..."

The words alone already skated the boundaries of impropriety.

But coupled with that dangerously carnal subtext rumbling just beneath the surface instantly flash-fried your higher cognitive processes into vapor.

You remained utterly petrified in place absorbing the infinitesimal sensations of his titanium frame pressing so tantalizingly close yet not fully against you while Ghost silently withdrew.

Leaving your entire body combusting from the inside out without another word spoken between you both...

[ducktracy]

Hi Eliza! How are you??

I was wondering, do you like any cartoons or animated series/films of other countrys?

I mean, usually the cartoons of other places that aren't USA or Japan are not very popular and the people look over them (like, its not in a bad mood or echando el sermón, im the first one that barely liked the animation that wasnt from ther)

Its just curiosity about it

HI ANDY!!! i'm well, thank you!! unwinding after a long day of cartooning and gonna see if i can chip at my review of The Daffy Duckaroo this evening! i hope you've been doing well!

AND WHAT AN EXCELLENT QUESTION! i wish i had a more interesting answer :') my exposure to international animation beyond the US and Japan is pretty limited, admittedly--i need more time in the day to watch cartoons!

i have been growing my exposure to European cartoons, though! i was just gushing about Professor Balthazar with my supervisor recently, i LOOOOVE it!! i've been needing to get into more of Zagreb's films (which are Croatian), but even just the intro alone is so happy and spirited and fun, and the cartoons themselves are incredibly quaint and charming! i need to commit to a full watch! linking for the intro here, but there's a full cartoon (yay!)

another very neat Zagreb film i was exposed to earlier this year was Cowboy Jimmy! the designs and stylization is SO striking! again, incredibly charming cartoon and pretty much everything about it is just gorgeous. i'm due for a rewatch, but i had a blast watching this!

some friends introduced me to Yuri Norstein's work a few months ago; Hedgehog in the Fog is GORGEOUS, and i LOOOOVED Fox & Rabbit! the multimedia and how textural and, again, CHARMING everything is just completely floored me. i love how much they look like children's books come to life

continuing on the Russian animation train: The Cybernetic Grandma!! my GOD what a film! it's beautiful and haunting and solemn and heartwarming all at the same time, it left a major impression on me watching it a few months ago. and my stop-motion/puppetry loving heart loves it!! it's a heavy watch, but a damn good one

i'm due to rewatch this one, as i haven't seen it since i discovered it on Twitter of all places back in 2018-2019?? but Meteor on the Ring has always stuck out to me (so much so that i included a clip of it in my 75 influences in 75 seconds video!) again, just OOZES charm--i love the bit of them all marching to the store and in the park! the character designs are extremely appealing... gosh i might have to watch this one after i finish this ask haha, i'm skimming through it now and UUUUGH! so beautiful!

and yet ANOTHER Soviet era cartoon, Myszka Kotek: i actually had a clip i took of this back in NOVEMBER i'd been meaning to post, but never did! i think it was introduced to me as "Soviet Tom and Jerry", the abstract, UPA-adjacent design is just... MWAH! chef's kiss all the way, there's a lot of beautiful distortion in the animation here and general creativity! it's lovely

i'm also a casual fan of Cartoon Saloon's works! i enjoyed Wolfwalkers when it came out, and Song of the Sea--i have yet to see their other stuff, but it's really lovely. likewise within the UK, i LOVE Count Duckula, so consider me a Cosgrove Hall fan! i haven't seen any Danger Mouse yet, but the clips i've seen posted from friends have made me laugh

...that's sadly about it! very Euro-centric, which i'd love to change...

oh my gosh wait actually, i was just reminded of Norman McLaren's work! i love his stuff! he's Canadian--when i visited the Academy Museum back in April, they had a small little exhibit dedicated to his work, which made me happy; iirc he drew/painted right on the film strip! so vibrant and fun

not animation, but his film Neighbors was how i was introduced to his work, which i'm also a big fan of. love the movement style and electronic music, the whimsy and also morbidity of it all

okay, NOOOW i think that's it HAHA! very Euro-centric, i'd love to broaden my horizons and animated geography, but here's a quick list of some favorites if you're looking for them! i agree that there's so so so much beautiful animation from all over the world that gets swept all too quickly under the rug (and, i mean, i could sure do a better job of boosting it myself). so much to take inspiration from, and from all eras and walks of life! international animation is often a great antidote to the doom and gloom that can come up in animation circles and lamenting the state of the modern (US, though the US certainly isn't the only country that has issues with its industry) animation industry... it's a little too easy to get swept up into thinking that the only type of animation that exists is, as you said, either from the US or Japan... and that's so not true! so i'd love to expand my depth of animation more internationally for that reason. there's so much to talk about and so much to love!!

thanks as always for the ask and giving me a chance to share the animated love!!

[carlsangel]

DON’T BE SORRY

carl grimes x reader

(carl comforts you.)

tags: angst, fluff.

masterlist here!

TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM, DEATH

You used to feel so alone, so empty. Like nothing could fill the pit in your heart where you stored the love from your family. They were everything to you, losing them made you feel endless pain that would never go away. You couldn’t cope with it all, you only felt pure affliction.

The one way you knew how to cope was something you had to hide, at least you felt that way. You didn’t know what to do without your family, you’d felt like somehow it was all your fault. Maybe you could’ve done something, be more useful and actually save them. Maybe it wasn’t helpful to take it out on yourself instead of putting the anger towards what actually killed your family, the walkers. You couldn’t help it though. You truly felt you killed your family.

It occurred to you that maybe the last thing you’d need in this world was to inflict more pain on yourself but it had somehow made you feel better, like you were getting what you deserved. You could get by a while without hurting yourself but occasionally situations would happen that reminded you of everything.

There was one time in particular that really got to you. You were tracking a deer for a while, granted tracking wasn’t your best strong suit but you thought you’d give it a shot. You followed it for hours. You successfully shot it and it ran but it didn’t get far. When you got to it, it was taken down by a swarm of walkers. It just looked too much like when the same thing happened to your family. You burst into tears and ran.

It was a common thing for this to happen but one day, someone saved you from the swarm. He came in with a couple others and they took them down for you and invited you back to their settlement. You almost wanted to say no. You didn’t want to risk caring for more people, losing them and then pay the price for that loss.

The boy who saved you was named Carl, he was your age and he quickly became your best friend, eventually your boyfriend. He managed to make you feel okay about everything. He told you how it wasn’t your fault, that you shouldn’t blame yourself for the death of your family. He was so gentle with the way he treated and loved you. There’s nothing he loved more than gently kissing around your body but you made it a point to him to not kiss your arms, you tended to pull away.

You didn’t want him to know, you were worried of what he’d think of you. He never gave you a reason to believe he’d be angry at you or anything like that but you were still nervous about it. He never wanted to pry as to why you didn’t want him kissing your arms because he respected you enough to not mention it unless you did.

You never planned on telling him, but you didn’t want him to find out either. Unfortunately, when he did find out, it wasn’t on your own terms.

“Hey wake up.” Carl pokes at you while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed (you guys had nightly sleepovers.) You pry your eyes open and look up at him, sort of giving him a mean look for waking you up. “Cranky.” He says, looking down at you with a cute little smile. “Yeah cranky. I’m so sleepy.” You sit up and yawn while he walks around the room. “We have to go check the snares my dad put out yesterday. He’s hoping for rabbits.” Carl explains, grabbing clothes from your closet and tossing them at you.

“Rabbits? For what?” You stand up slowly, stretching out your limbs. “Uhh I think Carol wants to make some stew. I dunno.” He replies briefly. You finish up changing and arm yourself with a handgun as well as a large knife. You both head out to go check the snares. The first two you checked were empty, which made sense since Rick set them out late last night in clearer areas.

When you get to the last snare, the both of you were pleased to find out that it caught a larger rabbit. You unlatch it and pack it away. “Carol’s gonna be excited. I know she’s been wanting to make stew for a while-” You were cut off by the sound of guttural screams coming from somewhere deep in the forest. There was no doubt you’d follow them to help whoever it was.

You and Carl ran through the woods, following the screams with your guns in hand. The screams get louder and louder as you approach and you pray that you’ll be able to save them. When you reach them, it was too late. The man was already on the floor, being ripped to shreds by the undead. Carl was with you, but somehow that didn’t seem to help this time. You remember your family, you couldn’t save this man just like you couldn’t save them. You run off back home, not even taking the walkers out, not waiting for Carl.

You go home in tears, you walk up the stairs not acknowledging anyone else who lived in the house because you simply couldn’t look at anyone. You change your clothes to try and distract from the pain of it all and blink your tears away. You stand for a moment trying to navigate what exactly to do next but your mind strays to one solution. You walk over to your dresser and dig to the bottom where you kept a little box. The little box where you kept razors. Every time Carl looked for clothes for you, you were worried he’d find it. He never did.

You grab the box and contemplate for a moment. Did you want to do this? It’s been a while since you last indulged but something about this time was different. You head over to the bathroom and shut the door. You breathe heavily, thinking about the man. His life ended because you didn’t run fast enough. Your mind was made up.

You sit on the edge of the tub and set the box of razors on the toilet lid. You open it and take one out, looking at it while wiping your tears away. You slide your sleeve down a little and stare at the scars from past times you’d done this before. You go for it, but are interrupted by the sound of voices downstairs. You listen for a moment before putting the blade back up to your arm. Before you know it, Carl bursts into the bathroom.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry-” He looks at you and the blade in your hands as you scramble to put it away and hide the box. “N-no I’m sorry I shouldn’t be…” Your voice trails off as you try to find the words to explain yourself. “Don’t be sorry.” He walks closer to you and kneels so he can see you better. He takes off his hat and places it on the counter. He rests his hands on your knees as he looks at you with pure love.

“Is that why you don’t like the kisses?” He lifts his hand up to wipe the tears from your face. He holds your cheek delicately and you nod into his hand. More tears roll down your face and he leans in closer to kiss them away. “They told me you were upset.” He says, referring to the Alexandrians you lived with. “It was the man, wasn’t it?” He holds your hands, gripping them tightly. You nod once more. He pulls your hand up to kiss them. “That’s not your fault. None of this is your fault okay? I promise you, I’d never lie to you.” He murmurs, kissing your hands between each sentence. You knew he was being honest, he always was. Carl never beat around the bush, but he was never brutally honest, he was always soft with you.

“Can I…?” He gestures to your arms and looks to you for approval. You look at him and hesitate but nod, sniffling a bit. He rolls your sleeve down slowly and he looks at you before leaning down to place soft kisses over your scars. Didn’t leave a single one un-kissed. He pulled the sleeve down your other arm and repeats the process. Every single scar was kissed. He always knew how to make you feel loved. He looks at you and studies your face like he’s done thousands of times before. He leans up to kiss your nose, then your forehead and then your cheek.

Carl leans forward and hugs you tightly. He sits there and tells you how much he loves you over and over.

Now, your heart feels fuller than ever.

a/n: i hope i did this well, i really like it even though i’ve never written a fic like this before. it took me a while to get out bc i really did my research for it to make it best i could. i also had a ton of school stuff to deal with. thank you anon for the request <3 my inbox is nowww empty so if you guys want plsss send some requests.

[heartfullofleeches]

not to be crazy but i think the first time his darling called him “husband” during sex clover came immediately and then spent like 20 min crying about it

[suggestive/very light smut, minors begone]

"Clover - you coming to bed soon?"

"In a moment, dear. Just finishing up."

The magician waits for the settle of the bed as you lay back down before snipping the excess string of the stitching over his heart, picking up a roll of bandages as he places the medical scissors in hand on the counter. He wraps the gauze around his torso twice over with a third binding for good measure. It really was a hassle, more nights than before now considering he had a lover. Nothing Clover had tried was able to seal the wound. Stitches of various patterns, patches and whatever cut of cloth deemed viable- all bled through by that eternal infliction within his heart. The only functional stopper was the dagger that had done him in. The ghastly sight disgusted him before, but now it only reminds him of how times had changed for the better.

Though his heart had been torn to shreds in the physical sense, it and his broken soul had been mended by the simple comfort of another to share his bed with. Clover wipes at the mirror, staring deeply at his reflection. A man once without a love now a beast with so much he'd die for good at its lost. How could such a face catch the eye of someone as magnificent as you?

Somwhere, his ears catch the faint rustle of fabric. Clover's eyes dart to the bathroom door as an article of clothing hits the tile.

"What a spacious bed. If only I had a certain rabbit to take up some of the room."

"Ah - I'll be there shortly, my love." Clover gathers up his supplies and crams them into the medicine cabinet before dropping to pick up the fallen cloth. His face burns red; fur frizzled as he smoothes the soft fabric in his hands realizing it to be your underwear. The rabbit hops to his feet, flicking off the bathroom light as he barrels into the bedroom. You sit up as he makes his way over to the bed, pressed back against the headboard as his lips meet yours - fingers gripping the hip of your night shirt.

You giggle, roused to laughter by his fluff as he kisses at your neck. "If I had known this was going to be your reaction, I would've done that sooner."

Clover freezes like a deer in headlines; ears twitching with a nervous tic. "I.. I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting too long? A-am I going too fast? This is all so new and I suppose all the excitement just makes me a little..."

Clover yelps as you bring your hands up to his face. " I'm just messing with you. There's no rush, Clover so just take it easy."

The rabbit melts as your warm thumb strokes over his cheek. How serene every waking second with you was. His ever present fears and anxieties washes right away spending mere seconds in your arms. Clover sighs, placing a palm over your left - tracing the cold metal wrapped around your finger.

"I'm aware, it's just... being with you is such a wonderful experience, Angel. I'd hate for there to be any reason you didn't feel the same."

"If I didn't, I probably wouldn't be sitting here half naked in your bed. Now, you gonna kiss me again or -"

You didn't need to tell Clover thrice. Clover kisses you, gently lowering his weight atop you as he supports your back with one hand. You help undo his belt as he rolls your shirt up to your chest, marveling at your breathtaking image through lidded eyes. He could never find himself getting used to the sight - falling in love all over again everytime you give him more to behold.

Clover whines into your chest, squeezing the back of your neck as he presses in deep. He fancied himself the type to treat his love as the treasure they were, but finally having you in his grasp he couldn't control himself. He swore another night he'd give you everything you do deserved. A dreamy smile spreads across his face your fingers lock together. You weren't technically wed just yet, but how he heart leapt being able to claim you as his spouse now. In the dead of night, the word slipped from his lips as you held each other dear. It was magical.

Clover rocks into you slow, cherishing the heat your body gives as he imagines the night of your official commune. Holding you - like this, hours after your vows of everlasting devotion. He'd lean in, whispering ever so softly. "What has someone like I done to desire a spouse as wonderful as you?'

Clover flushes. He didn't mean to say that aloud. To his surprise, you lock your arms around his neck sporting a dazed smile of your own - stealing his heart for the billionth time as you speak.

"Dunno. What did I do to get such a loving husband?"

"H-husband?..." His ears fall flat; a whimper caught in his throat as tears cloud his vision. Your husband - him. It was too much to bare. An angel, his dear gift from above - choosing him of all beings. His spouse to have, to love, to...

"F-uck..." Clover pants, gripping the sheets as he bottoms out inside you, spilling deep as he buries himself in your warmth. He fucks lazily into you, energy spent - but determined to ride his high to completion. He shutters, pulling out as he picks his tired body off of you. The euphoria fades, and shame overtakes as his cum leaks out onto the satin sheets.

"Stars, I... I usually don't- I didn't mean to- I was going to pull out I just-"

Clover gasps - tearducts reaching compacity as he throws himself towards the end of the bed covering his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'm an awful husband. I don't even deserve to be the one who can call you his spouse."

You shoot up from the mattress as he wails, throwing a comforting arm over his shoulder. "Clover - Clover, it's okay. Don't say that about yourself over something like this."

Clover wipes at his eyes. "But... but, I failed you as a husband...."

"No you didn't. You just got a little excited, that's all. I love you, Clover - and this doesn't change anything."

You press a kiss to his tear soaked fur as Clover brings his hands down to his chest. Moments like this remind him of one of the best things about being married. Loving your soul mate through faults and all. Yours only made you more perfect in his eyes. He wondered if it was the same for you.

Clover rubs his nose against your hand. "S-still... I feel bad. Is there anyway I can make this up to you?"

"There's nothing for you to make up for, but if you really want to..." His eyes widen as you guide his head between your thighs, throwing a leg over his shoulder. "I think here would be a good start."

Clover paws at your thighs, gripping them to pull you closer to his face as tongue licks at your sex and his release. Here was a much better placement for him and he prayed with all his tattered heart you'd be able to take all that he was so willing and eager to give.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Red x fem! Oc

In which the daughter of the Mad Hatter and the daughter of the Queen of Hearts have been twisted friends for a while.

Red ran through the alleyway, all the way up to the castle walls, until she inevitably got trapped there.

Before the guards could fully close in on her, she got pulled up from a pair of arms around her waist.

"Hey princess Rose." Mary smiled at the princess, who smirked back at her as she wrapped an arm around her neck to stabilise herself a bit more.

"My dad's not gonna be happy with you." She warned as they approached the hatter's tower, Red merely rolling her eyes.

"Also, he has a surprise for you! How exhilarating is that!" Mary hoisted her up a bit more, so she wouldn't slip, before Red could respond.

"You what's the surprise?" Mary shrugged, smiling down at her.

"I don't spoil surprises! You'll love it!" She grinned as they finally arrived, she swung the rope she was holding onto a bit, and she let go so they fell through an opened window.

Mary landed with a smooth roll, standing up in the same motion, whilst Red rolled and stuck to the ground, leaning against her friend's legs.

"Hi dad."

"Hey Maddox." The hatter sighed at the princess and his daughter, both looking at him, one with a smile, the other with a mischievous smirk.

"You really ought to stop one day, she'll find out and not be happy! I cannot keep sending my daughter towards an impending doom!" Red rolled her eyes, getting hoisted up by Mary and let herself fall back onto a chair.

"I finished it..." hatter finally spoke up once his daughter had taken off her coat.

"Really?"

"Yes, the time machine." Red shot up and went towards him, trying to snatch it out of his grasp.

He pursed his lips and slipped it into his coat, shaking his head.

"No, going back in time can be harmful to those who remain still, I cannot give it to you until you've grown in time." Red frowned, looking over at Mary, who even though she was devoted to her, wouldn't betray her own father.

"Okay. Well, doesn't matter anyway, because I can't even get out of this rabbit hole."

-

"Her royal majesty, my queen, it appears that there is a letter, from Auradon." Mary spoke up from behind Red, her father rushing towards them with it.

"Majesty!" The queen of hearts waved her hand and the letter started, it kept everyone captivated, the first sight of anything Auradonian in almost two decades, what a momentous occasion.

"I won't go if Mary can't." Red stood her ground, the queen sending Mary a warning glare.

"Princess Red, I must remain here, I have duties in court-."

"As my personal maid, so yeah, you're coming with."

"- and i'd much prefer simply seeing you off, as the invite only is for you, and your mother seems to be delighted by this new opportunity." Red rolled her eyes, looking at her mother with a dead panned stare.

"She's coming with me or I'll just escape that wretched institution."  The queen sighed, waving everyone off.

"Either you go, or she gets her head chopped off."

"But what am I supposed to do without my personal maid, you don't suppose I'll have to get a new one!"

"You don't need a maid there."

"I do! How dare you try revoke my right as a princess."

-

Red won, and Mary got to go with her to Auradon prep, an institution for the good and the even better.

"Mary!" Red whisper yelled as soon as her mother stood up on the stage, Mary quickly moving to stand behind Red.

"The watch." Mary muttered as she passed her princess, who quickly grabbed it and held onto Mary's hand.

"Let's go." Red was about to start it when Cinderella's daughter tried to pull a sword on the queen, and Red rushed in to try and stop her from getting executed, Mary staying behind in an attempt not to get executed too.

When they disappeared, she felt relieved, but deep inside also saddened.

"Where did she go." The queen turned to Mary, who was not sure herself.

"I would not know my queen, I shall search the highest of lows and the lowest of heights in my pursuit of my princess." She kneeled down as she spoke, keeping her head low and eyes trained onto the ground as she waited for the Queen's response.

"Mh. Don't fret it, she'll return soon." She didn't dismiss Mary, of course she didn't, and of course Mary just had to have kneeled into a small shard of stone, her knee starting to bleed from the constant pressure and the shard.

"Cinderella's execution shall be now!"

-

Prince Charming glanced at the girl kneeling a bit behind the queen, and the small puddle of blood around her knee, as he was being restrained.

"Where is my wife! Where is Ella!" The queen laughed at him, gesturing at Mary, who quickly stood up, her knee wobbling a bit as she stood up straight and went to grab the cushion with the glass heels.

"My queen." She kneeled next to her, her bloody and wounded knee on the ground, and held up the red pillow.

"Here.... Is my Ella." Mary looked up slightly with an arched eyebrow.

"Your Ella?! She chose me! Over you and your monsterly-." The queen threw the heels at his face, they broke, and cut his face open.

He silently stared at the broken glass, limp in the soldier's hold.

"It appears that she chose you until the very end."

-

"I cannot believe that I had to leave Mary because of you!" Chloe scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"What? Couldn't leave your maid behind?" Red took a step closer to her, eyes narrowed.

"Don't disrespect her like that, at least I know I can trust her."

"Yeah cause she fears you, not the same." Red nearly launched at her and killed her right there, but Chloe tried to get the watch.

"You don't get to go back if you disrespect her."

"What?! What did she do that you're so freakishly-!" Red cut Chloe off, smirking proudly as she answered.

"She swore her full devotion to me, so, technically, she's mine, which means she'll do anything I say." Chloe took a step back, fearing she'll get stabbed by the gloating princess.

"I really don't care about how low that poor girl stepped, but honestly, isn't that a bit like an exhibitionist?" Red's hair seemed to flair up in anger, baring her teeth as she launched at the girl, pulling at her hair.

"Do not call my girl a whore! You fucking bitch!" Chloe was more shocked by her language than anything else.

"Let! Go! Of! Me!" She tried getting her off, eventually resorting to kicking her off.

She stood with her hands on her knees trying to get her breath back, Red standing perfectly straight and gesturing for her to get up and move along.

"C'mon, let's go inside."

-

"Mom!" Chloe nearly cried out as they saw the heels break into Charming's face, Red rolled her eyes, instead focusing on Mary, who was still kneeling in front of her mother.

There was a small puddle of blood where she previously stood, and there were glimpses of blood where she had now rested her knee.

She clenched her fist, but quickly snapped the looking glass closed when Bridget turned around.

"I don't have one like that... but if it's a banned book, it's in Merlin's office, but that's enchanted...." She pouted, a bit sad she couldn't get what the girls wanted for them.

"I have a date with Athene, so I really have to start getting ready, I hope you'll find it though!" Red nodded slowly, pulling Chloe along as she exited the room.

They bumped into Athene along the way, who was going up to Bridget's room.

"Athene." The girl hummed and looked up from Fred, her mouse familiar, to Red.

"We kept Bridget up a bit, she just started getting ready." Athene let out a small Oh, then smiled.

"That's perfectly fine, I'll go back to Olivia then, she'll probably like having that saddle off a bit longer." Red raised an eyebrow, abandoning Chloe's arm and stopping Athene from leaving.

"Olivia?"

"Oh, she's one of my familiars, she's a water dragon, and such a sweetheart, I was planning on introducing her to Bridget and going to the dragon stalls with her, because she's my nicest dragon, the other can get a bit... snappy, yeah, that's the word." She tilted her head when Red didn't answer, "would you like to meet her? She's beautiful, her scales are a bit darker than Chloe's hair."

Red smirked, quickly nodding before grabbing Chloe's arm again and once again dragging her along after Athene.

The young witch wasn't kidding when she said the dragon was sweet, because she quite literally had no idea what danger even was.

"I told you, she's way too kind, it takes more effort to keep her safe from people than to keep people safe from her." Chloe had finally snapped out of her stupor and was staring in amazement at how the dragon seemed to trap Red with her tail, keeping her there until she could grab her with her front legs-?-.

Chloe snorted out a giggle, Red grumbling about getting saliva on her jacket was way too funny.

"Hey! Poet! Bridget's ready for you!" Ella yelled out of a window somewhere, and Athene nearly dashed away.

"She's sweet... do you think they'll last longer than this?" Chloe turned to Red to ask, who had been set down.

"Mh. They'll last yeah, but she'll die when their daughter is like 10." The shock on the charming princess' face was way too much to comprehend.

"Yeah, my mom really lost it after that."

-

"Red! Princess!" Mary rushed up to her when she finally got back to the present, not wearing her usual dark green, but instead a sage green and off white colour combo.

"Hey... what's with the-?" She trialed off when her mom stood up, turning around, with a whole other dress, and starting to make... bubble hearts?

"Where were you, you are so late Rose." Chloe snorted at the nickname.

"Well i'm here now."

[hunieday]

Yuki - La'Stiara Rabbit Chat translation

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo

Yuki: 🕺 I saw this emoji and it reminded me of your sleeping posture back when we used to live together 

Momo: !?!? lolololololol

Momo: What the hell this is so embarrassing!! 😂 was I really like this 😂 lololol 

By the way, since you’re sending me such a mischievous rabbichat, you must be free right now!!!!

Yuki: you get it?

Momo: I get it!!! 

The thought of Yuki scrolling through emojis and thinking of me makes my heart race 🥺🥺

Momo: Is it break time over at 'La’Stiara'?

Yuki: Yeah. It's boring without you

Momo: Oh, youuuu~~~ darling ‼ I'm off today, so I’m free as well!

What do you wanna talk about? Let’s take a quiz!

Momo: Is what I would say, but sorry if it sounds childish 😭

Yuki: I’d like to take a quiz

Momo: That's right! That’s the best way to play for someone as handsome as you!!! Alright, here we go!!

Momo: What do I want right now? 😎✨

Yuki: A necklace for everyday wear

Momo: Ding-ding ding-ding 🤩💫

You hit the jackpot! Yuki knows me well, you’re the most handsome...!! (*´艸｀)

You shine brighter than any jewel!!

Yuki: That's right ^^

Momo: 

Yuki: The other day you sent me a bunch of URLS for necklaces and asked which one looks good

Momo: Hey how do you remember that lololol

Momo: I thought you forgot because you said any of them would look good 🥺

Yuki: That’s because I genuinely thought any of them would look good on you. It wasn’t that I was disinterested or anything

Momo: 

Momo: I am going to buy all of them.

Yuki: Haha

Yuki: Here's a question

Momo: Bring it on lol

Yuki: What’s the first thing I ate in yesterday’s lunch bento box?

Momo: you always come up with tough questions, yuki 😳‼ 

Momo: But you know what? I got this one in the bag! The answer is "the Broccoli with Bonito Flakes" that came as a side dish!

Yuki: Correct. You got it right

Momo: Yesterday's lunch was from your favorite restaurant! I know you always eat the broccoli first :pudding cheer:

Yuki: Boiling it to perfection makes it delicious

Yuki: You can see through everything Momo. I can't lie to you

Yuki: From sleeping habits to even food preferences, we know everything about each other don’t we

Momo: 

Momo: I never thought I'd be so close to you to the point where I’d know everything about you!

Momo: At first I was content with listening to your music from the audience, and then I was content with helping you out and being as useful as possible

Momo: I've become quite greedy...

Momo: Juuust kidding 🥴 sorry for getting sentimental all of a sudden 🤗‼ good luck with the 'La’Stiara' shoot ‼

Yuki: I'm the greedy one

Yuki: Momo, when you told me you liked my songs, you reminded me of the joy of making music and the purpose of my life

Yuki: I want to continue making music with you forever

Momo: Yuki

Momo: Yukiiiiiiiiiiii,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yuki: Yes?

Momo: You’re so handsome,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Yuki: I know.

Momo: Is it really my day off today? am I supposed to be normal after being bombarded with your powerful words??? I can't calm down you know???

Yuki: Momo, what are your plans for today?

Momo: Absolutely nothing!!!

Yuki: I think I’m gonna finish work early today as well

Momo: w   which means...!!???? 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Yuki: I'm inviting you to dinner.

Momo: I'm coming!!! I am SO coming!!! Is it okay if I come to your place!?

Yuki: Mhm. I'll buy delicious meat on my way home.Just like that day

Momo: I can’t

Momo: This is not good, Yuki… I might burst into tears if I see your face today

Yuki: If they’re tears of joy then I’m fine with it

Momo: How in the world can I be anything but happy!!! 

Back then, our house was so small but was so full of hope

Momo: Now we live in a big house, but we haven't changed at all

Yuki: That's right. We are sharing the music we make together with the world as idols

Yuki: Always, and forever, nothing will ever change.

Momo: Thank you, Yuki. Those words bring me so much relief, they’re like a good luck charm for me. I feel like I can do anything.

Momo: I’ll be waiting for you to finish your shoot!!

Yuki:

TL NOTES:

Yuki says "just like that day" in reference to a re:member scene where he uses money he gets from Chiba Shizuo during their debut days to buy Momo expensive meat. Yuki cries from happiness on his way home, which is why he tells Momo he's fine with tears of joys.

My god they make me so violent /pos

[sunshinereddie]

I saw your post about writing a squid game au with the losers and am absolutely on board with this idea!!!! after finishing s3 I've always wonder how would the losers act or react to the games and will they survive? how much angst would be in it how different the backstories would be and what would their reasons be to participate in a death game for money

AAAHHHH THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!!!! and sorry that it's taken me a while to get to......

but honestly amidst all my squid game crazy postings after s3 lol i have still kept thinking here and there about a losers club au.... because the more i think about it the more i love the idea of them in this au because i love being evil mwahahaha

what i had in mind was sort of "canon adjacent" i guess you could call it- a no pennywise au, BUT im thinking about the losers club still being friends as kids, but then growing up causes them all to move away and move on and even forget about each other a little bit...... until 27 years later when they all find themselves accepting a business card from a stranger and entering the games. i love this idea personally because im thinking about how they would all initially be so so excited to see each other again (definitely a little embarrassed that the losers club reunion is happening while they're all trying to get out of debt, but still excited) and excited that whatever these games are, they're at least going to be together for it........ but then that excitement turns to fear once they realize exactly what the games are, what the consequences are for losing. suddenly they're no longer just fearful for their own lives, but for the lives of their friends too, and the losers club now has to figure out a way to keep each other safe through it all.

exploring their reasoning for entering the games is also super interesting, something i definitely have to give some good thought to. for eddie i was thinking he's in a lot of medical debt, for richie i was thinking ab him in a sort of thanos light lol where just series of bad decisions led him further and further down the rabbit hole of debt..... for beverly, i was thinking maybe after leaving tom she didn't have much and got herself into debt just trying to survive on her own and get back on her feet. the other 4 i'll need to give some more thought to tho!!!!

im also thinking about which games would cause the most angst for this au LOL. red light green light as the first game obviously, but im thinking about a combination of s1/s2/s3 games to reach max evilness 😈 like i first thought about mingle- they're good to go when they have to make a group of 7, but what happens when the groups get smaller and they have to split up? i was thinking, if it gets called that they have to make a group of 6, how would they decide who to leave behind? oh it pains me......

keys and knives would also be so stressful with the losers, esp if they're split up amongst the two teams. they would defs try to find each other and form a team, the red players protecting the blue players, but it's gonna be hard to find each other in that maze.......

and of course the most heartbreaking of all, losers club playing marbles. oh i don't even want to think about it but i will. they would of course team up with each other, glad to be teaming up so that they can work together...... only to panic once they realize that they're playing against each other. and there are so many combinations that the losers could pair off into, and each one that i think of hurts so bad 😭😭 like richie and eddie pairing up i could not handle it....... but im also thinking about eddie and bill????? because eddie would die for bill and i just know that if they were partners eddie would not let bill die but bill won't let eddie die for him..... oh my heart 💔💔 but also since there's 7 of them, i wonder who wouldn't find another losers partner, or unless one of them has already died before this game.....

AAAHHHHH this whole au is just made for pain and suffering and i love it 😈 maybe i'll end up writing some scenes for it because i have been thinking ab it a lot, and ofc squid game is still at the forefront of my mind rn lmao nothing else is up there except for squid...... anyways THANK U SM FOR THIS ASK!!!!!! it makes me happy that other people seem to be interested in this idea also :)

[anime-grimmy-art]

It’s this time of the year again, folks. Time to wrap up the art Ive made in the last 12 months in another Year in Review! I’ve noticed that this is my fifth Year in Review in a row, so I’ll be making an extra post looking back on the progress in those last 5 years!

I've got a lot to say about this year, but purely art wise, I've gone all when it comes to comics, damn! I've kinda found a format that is messy, and therefore more time efficient, yet still looks good. I even made 2 animatics and lotsa shorts/reels! All that on top of opening coms twice, and, oh yeah, MAKING A WHOLE ASS 4MIN ANIMATION ON MY OWN.

How is my hand still alive.

2023 has been….interesting, to say the least. The first half year I was working on my thesis project, aka making an animated short all on my own (in the art department), which makes it honestly surprising how much I managed to churn out between animating. Trigun rly did have me in a choke hold.

Summer was a bit more spotty, esp. with me not being able to draw anything during August as I was writing my thesis (and doing commissions). And towards the end of the year, Kingdom Hearts tried to save me, but alas, Genshin Impact has finally sunk its teeth into me and dragged me to the bottom of the rabbit hole. It all started with me watching a story summary and lore videos while I was sick after my thesis and I was too intrigued to not dig deeper and well, first I fell in love with Kaeya and then the ships started dropping in left and right.

I’m not gonna lie, the last few months have been weird. I finished my masters in October, and have been on job hunt since, sadly without success so far. I’m existing in this weird limbo of still not grasping I’m not a student anymore after 18 years in education, not really being able to accept I’m an adult, yet desperately trying to find something so I can make a routine, cos rn Im too scared to build a rhythm as I know I’ll have a so much harder time readjusting again. It’s left me in a weird emotional state, where most of the time I feel fine, but when it counts, there’s just, nothing. No joy at getting my diploma, no anticipation to finally go to a convention again, neither any sadness hearing my grandfather died. It frustrates me that it extends to my art as well, there’s excitement over ideas and concepts, but no motivation to pick up the pencil, which makes me either not finish art at all or making so many shortcuts and just ending up with sth not satisfactory to me since it’s not the idea I sought after.

Tho, not everything is doom and gloom. I DID finish a whole ass short animation and got my masters degree, that IS sth to be proud of. Also, while Im struggling at drawing, I’ve also kinda started integrating my shortcuts into my style and some stuff I’ve thrown together actually turns out real good nowadays. Also, and this might be a bit of a weird one, I’m so fucking happy to know I can still enjoy gay ships. I’ve been a bit uncertain over the last few years because when I was around 16-18, I had a real big yaoi phase, which mostly came from the fact so much stuff came out that tickled my brain in the right way (Free, Haikyuu, etc.). But over the years, my enthusiasm died down, and I even started to resent some ships because it’s all some fandoms produced. I often found myself liking a hetero ship more than the popular gay ship, which really made me not wanna stick around because I did not care for most fanart and you can only go through a tag with art you don’t care about so long before you lose interest. I think in retrospect that it rly had nothing to do with the ships being gay ships but rather cos the fans just shoved it in your face when you didn’t care (and shipping culture nowadays also can get real scary). But I’m so happy to see I can still get obsessed with a ship and it’s all thanks to Haikaveh/Kavetham. It really just needed the right flavour for me to dig in again. And oh my god, I FINALLY like a ship with a SHIT TON of art and fanfictions, no more scrounging the crumbs from the bottom of the barrel. 

Anyways, enough lamenting. Here’s to hoping I can bite my tongue and get shit started properly in 2024, and that my brainrots may make me obsessed enough to churn out an obscene amount of fanart again.

[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Idk but i would like a one shot with Ghost and Soap chasing reader around base like them playing hide and seek. It comes off as teasing until reader gets bold and tells them they both wouldn't be able to find them around base if they could.

Ghost and soap immediately don't miss a chance and exchanging a look they turn to reader saying

"one hour"

"what one hour?"

"we will count to ten for you to hide for an hour. Simple rules. You win you prove a point, but if we find you.."

"then what?"

"..you will find out"

Your throat’s ragged from running around so much, your nose all stuffed up with the overwhelming scent of petrichor and mushy autumn leaves, but even still you run. You run from the flashes in the corner of your vision, ones you can neither swear are definitely there or possibly figments of your imagination. They keep you light on your feet and sure-footed, even through the sodden grass. 

Ghost and Soap hadn’t got round to enlightening you on what would happen if they found you, but your heart pounded from the thrill of it. The idea that whatever was coming was only going to be dished out tenfold if they made it in time. It had you practically gliding round corners and kept you entertained when you took a notion to ducking into little cubby spots, thoughts filled with them both sandwiching you in, locked into an unmovable hold. 

“Come out, come out little rabbit…the wolves are closing in,” Ghost hummed, his voice a crackly growl over the comms. 

You breathed out a little gasp, trying to contain yourself. His voice didn’t sound close, but even still you felt the need to stay silent, knowing full well that he could be tricking you into security while Soap sharpened his claws and got ready to pounce somewhere close by. They were effective hunters afterall, hungry wolves indeed.

“We can tell you’re somewhere nearby,” Soap taunted. “Can see signs of your bootprints.”

Soap wasn’t terribly close either then, you thought. Neither voice boomed in the old training building you were occupying - empty and echoing with every invading rain droplet now that all the other troops were gone for the weekend. You glanced down at your watch and raised a brow, five minutes to go until time was up. 

You hadn’t really expected to win, you’d thought better of the Sergeant and LT. After how worked up you’d gotten, how tight your belly was, winning felt more like losing. 

“Are you both so desperate that you’re trying to make me reveal myself?” you whispered.

The dark chuckles of laughter were so rich through the earpiece you felt like someone was pouring honey bourbon into you. An unbidden shiver ran through your body, your spine electrified and ready to burst. 

“We don’t have to cheat to find you,” Ghost rumbled. 

“Not when we already know where y’are,” Soap finished for him. “All that’s left for you is to imagine what we have planned for you.”

“We’re not gonna go easy either. You didn’t go easy on us.”

You scoffed at that and peeked out of your hidey-hole in the old tents, content with the fact that neither man was even a foot out from the building. The rain still pattered against the metal ceiling, drumming its fingers undisturbed. You’d know if they were there, you reasoned, you’d hear them sloshing around in the drowned grass. It was reason you’d chosen that spot in the first place, an early warning system and multiple exits. 

“Really? Cause the way I see it you two have a couple minutes to get to me and I don’t hear or see you,” you murmured, crossing your arms and settling in. “Looks like I went too hard on you really.”

“Awful confident, little rabbit. You seem to think you have us beat don’t you?” Soap said, not sounding the least bit phased.

“I do,” you confirmed.

Just then the metal ceiling groaned. Your heartbeat spiked, your head thrumming with the displaced pulse that now lost itself in panic through your body. Just then you looked desperately to your watch - 1 minute to go. Even if they got into the building they still had to find out where you were hiding. There were plenty of bits of equipment laying around, plenty of prospective places that you could be. You just had to be really still. 

“Found ye.”

You jumped up, screaming when you realised that the voice came from right behind you. One of them was right behind the tents, probably Soap you assumed. Never had your feet raced so quickly before, but now you were up like a bolt of lightning, dashing over toward the door at the far side, not even looking over your shoulder to confirm who was chasing you. 

The door whipped open with a bang after taking a sharp kicking, and out of it you flew like a bullet. Just as you thought you might race to freedom, just as you reasoned to yourself that you only had to run for a few more seconds before they could no longer catch you, you were taken down. 

One second you were up and running and the next you were face down in the wet dirt, tasting a fresh mudpie as a heavy weight settled on top of you. Next thing you knew the air was mixing with the sound of dark laughter and the taunting beep of your watch running out of time. 

You groaned.

“Nice work, darlin’. Not good enough though,” Ghost taunted, whipping you round to face him. 

You breathed in a choked gulp of air and shuffled underneath your Lieutenant, fighting to breathe under his heavy weight as it was covered with all his dark tactical gear. He was unrelenting. He barely let you get space before he was forcing his knee between your thighs and holding your arms down into the mud, forcing your back into the sludge while your front was washed with sheets of rain. 

You peered up into the sockets of his skull mask, meeting those whisky eyes from out of the darkness, catching a peek of his blonde lashes as they blinked back the rain. Suddenly getting caught didn’t seem all that bad, even if you were sinking into a marsh and quite possibly absorbing mud into crevices you didn’t know about. 

“Could take you right here, pretty thing,” Ghost sighed.

“Think we could get away with it?” you asked, tilting your head in challenge. 

“Now now…can’t go rushing things. Especially when we gotta share.”

Ghost didn’t give you any warning after that. He lifted you into his arms and carried you back into the old training building, forcing you onto your feet just as Soap came into view. A flash of red was all you saw before you were pushed, sent sailing into him, looking up to greet the crimson skull mask that was so intently focused on you. Your hands wandered to his chest, bracing yourself as you righted your posture, fastening yourself to his tac vest. 

“Look at you, you’re filthy,” Soap admonished, “this isn’t any way for someone of your rank to look at all.”

He grabbed the front of your top and sent you off balance again, grasping onto him just to try and remain upright. Though in your struggle you couldn’t stop him from taking a knife from one of his holders, ripping roughly through the material before letting it drop onto the ground with a wet slap. Your mouth formed an O before you could think to form words.

“Better get those trousers off too,” Ghost remarked. 

“Good idea,” Soap laughed.

He pushed you onto Ghost then, sending you tumbling once more into a tall hard body. You landed with an oomph and clawed at Ghost this time, full well knowing how he intended to get the rest of your clothes off. 

“I’m up for a rough fuck, guys, but you can’t do this! What the hell am I gonna walk back in,” you fumed, keeping a tight grasp on Ghost’s arms. 

Ghost’s eyes narrowed in a little smirk, the light never once fading from those honey pools. You glared at him and continued your fight, but it was useless. He merely wrapped his arm around you and kept you still while Soap made short work of your trousers and underwear. Neither of them cared even a little while you kicked out and screamed at them. The bastards barely flinched at your clawing and punching. 

“I wouldn’t worry about what you’re going to walk back in, little rabbit,” Ghost said, fastening his hand around your neck and pushing you back into Soap. “I’d worry about still being able to walk back at all after we’re done with you.”

Both men glued themselves to your body, Ghost crushing your front while Soap grinded into your back. Outraged breaths soon started to turn to reluctant moans, you weren’t happy with them but it didn’t mean that their now roaming hands were unwelcome. In fact, quite the opposite. 

You groaned deeply when soap’s hands squeezed and ran down your thighs, brushing the back of one along your belly before exploring lower and lower. It sent your lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back when Ghost joined him, only pausing to lift his mask up and kiss you before his hand met with Soap’s between your thighs. 

“So ready for us, darlin’,” Soap whispered, his breath hot on the shell of your ear. 

“Yeah,” Ghost moaned, grabbing your hand and sliding it down through the layers of his trousers. “And we’re ready too - this is what happens when you send us chasing after you for an hour… and you know what?”

You were barely paying attention to Ghost while Soap played with you so diligently, his hands working you in all the right places, mouth on your neck with such fervour it felt religious. The thudding of his heavy heart was the only thing keeping you grounded. 

“What?” you breathed, eventually releasing Ghost had asked something.

“You kept us waiting…we’ll keep you waiting too.”

[aliilaa]

I hope no one minds me doing 30 Days of Our Wonderland INSANELY LATE - I was too socially anxious to be able to post anything online at the time but now I have grown past that. It seems fun and should help me get more involved in the Our Wonderland community.

(All the Q&As are going to be under the cut and be warned because there DEFINITELY will be spoilers)

1. It was around mid 2023 (Arc 1 1/2 was the latest I think). I was really into Elevator Hitch by Studio Investigrave and I saw that it was 2nd place in the 2022 Spooktober game jam. Logically, since it was a good game I thought, 'who won first?' When I looked it up it was OFW. I was dubious at first because of the art style but I gave it a go, fell in love (/platonic) with halfling Genzou and never looked back. I played the main game IMMEDIATELY after finishing OFW.

2. Genzou is my favourite, while Iggy is the one I relate to the most. Iggy's personality is scarily close to mine lmao and since Genzou's attitude and enthusiasm but also his deeper struggles are things that make him such an engaging character,

3. At the end of Arc 1 where everyone dies. I thought DANG WE ONLY JUST STARTED HOW IS THE STORY GONNA CONTINUE FROM HERE??? And also before that I got a really big shock when the tomato creatures started attacking. I knew the game was going to be gory but gawd damn I did NOT expect a CG for that scene. I just learned to expect the unexpected from then on.

4. I can't get the CG images right now so I'll do my best to describe them. Arc 1 is probably the remaster of Iggy getting on the boat. It's such a dramatic scene and a huuuuuge jump in quality from the previous one. Arc 2 definitely the bedroooom scene. I haven't played the remaster for it yet because I've been busy but the original one is definitely very sweet. Arc 3 is probably the one where Orlam is right up to the camera with his fingers on his head looking like a psycho. Captures his mood perfectly. My favourites in Arc 4 are the ones where Gidget and Iggy are on a date and Cecil just pops up occasionally in the background I found them funny lol. And Arc 5?? Let's rapid fire. Iggy hugging Genzou while he's in a trance. Gidget after having cut off all their hair. The scene where Genzou Gidget Iggy (was Jerry there too?) are popping up behind the bush. GENZY KISS. Iggy holding up Hunar's necklace to monster!Bucks

5. I have only just started getting back into art so the only fanwork I've made is my art fight attack but I am pretty happy with it acafwtgwcwgh

6. Our Cinderella probably!

7. None, really...

8. Genzou's death in Arc 2. Genzy kiss in Arc 5. Finale final cutscene where Iggy breaks the cycle. I love all these scenes so much 'probably because the music is so good too ahabaffagwhwh)

9. Speaking of music! I love Genzou's theme so much it is so sweet especially on the music box. 10 Things I Hate About You was such a banger I had to pause the gameplay for a moment just to listen to it lol. The track that plays in the Genzou scene in the rabbit hideout almost brought tears to my eyes. I'm a sucker for emotional strings.

10. A broomtail side game would be awesome! Maybe with some minigames like riding horses, seeing how much Iggy can chug (lol), or a western shootout.

11. I always find myself drawing blue and green hearts together because it reminds me of genzy ahabavgavava

12. I'm not really a headcanon kind of person often because I don't really want to intrude on the creator's idea of canon BUT I will say that when I first played OW I believed Iggy was autistic before Carrot confirmed it lol

13. Ahhhhh I suck at remembering the particular lines of games so I can't name any sorry...

14. I've played it in its entirety once and now I am up to my 2nd playthrough. Picking a few different dialogue choices but I will still stick to the Genzou route because otherwise I feel like a traitor to him.

15. I've played the remaster! All of Arc 1 and some of Arc 2 (because I've been busy with other games and forgetting to play it shhhhhh). Like I said above the CG with the Gidget fan zombies was really cool, and I also liked the CG of Genzou and Iggy in the lawnchairs outside his shop. It realky added depth to that scene.

16. I would wish to stop being so fearful of everything. I feel like that would end up corrupting me into someone with no sense of danger and no social filter who would be captured by Orlam's rabbits for being a menace to Wonderland society XD

17. I think I tried to make Iggy in a Picrew a while back?

18. I am a Genzy stan all the way. No changing that. 😎

19. I often struggle to find things that interest me and feel a bit directionless without an activity/hobby/game to distract me from The Horrors of society. Our Wonderland kinda filled that role among other interests. It is my perfect game. I like visual novels. I like gore. I like time loops. I like emotional OSTs. It made me discover how much I like romance and dating sims (even if it is only loosely a dating sim). Hell, without Our Wonderland I would have probably not realised I'm demiro-ace because I relate to Iggy's experiences deeply.

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21. Carrots 'fan'-fics are always sweet to read. Just fluffy little snippets in the life of Genzou and Iggy that make me coo are my favourite.

22. I had this one dream fairly recently, my first OW dream, where it was adapted into one of those interactive Netflix films because my Mum was playing it on the TV with her Amazon remote LOL. Gidget's hair was also blue idk why.

23. That's so hard!! Probably the scenes where each of my favourite CGs appear.

24. I always thought a split-second CG where it cuts to the sentry rabbit's head getting bludgeoned at the beginning of Arc 1 and then cutting back to inside the house or to the normal background would add some cool impact. Orrrr maybe a CG for when Iggy does those stupid exercises from the TV in Gidget's mansion. That would be funny lol.

25. Idk if this is a hot take but I just don't like Arc 3 as a whole. The 180-degree turn from Genzou and Iggy being in love and kissing to fighting and Iggy literally eating him completely through me out of whack and as a result I just didn't enjoy Arc 3. Also this one's obvious but the cabin scene in Arc 4 always makes me a bit uncomfortable but idk who wouldn't be uncomfortable with it.

26. It's definitely not Iggy's birthday agavafgqvahan but I just want to say to him: "YOU ARE SO FREAKING ADORABLE. YOU HAVE HELPED ME DISCOVER MORE ABOUT MYSELF. THANK YOU 🫶🫶🫶🫶"

27. A lot of people say that Blue Hair by TV Girl is very Gidget-themed and I agree. But I also think Suburbia Overture/Mary Bell Township/Vampire Culture/Love me normally by Will Wood is very Bucks and Hunar-themed, not as extreme as the song describes but just the whole concept of a perfect suburban family and American Dream with a lot of darkness underneath suits perfectly for the couple pre-reset.

28. Maybe an alternative route in Arc 2 where Genzou gets corrupted, seeing as he is the only character which never does.

29. (Sorry if this is answered in the game already my memory sucks lol) Why were the children post-reset crying? Was it because they had a vision of what happened if they followed through with the ritual? Or was it just because they chickened out of doing the scary ritual? Both seem plausible.

30. ahhhhh admittedly I'm not in the mood to make something because I'm busy with Art Fight attacks. Just consider my little Genzou doodle as the thing I made!

[bugs1nmybrain]

Shoulder - Tomura x Fem!Reader ◇ Non-S3xual MDLB

Listen I've put myself in a rabbit hole. I am embarrassed and ashamed. I am so sorry. My heart tugs for this boy. It was actually very sad to write this and I teared up a little to be honest. I want to hold him so bad, even if I die at contact. I don't know if I can tag this sfw only because I know the mommy dynamic weirds people out sometimes, but there is nothing sexual in this story at all.

This isn't a sexual fic but I would prefer minors to not interact.

Warnings: non-sexual mdlb (i am so ashamed), is it problematic? I have no idea, angst, reverse comfort, Tomura cries pretty hard, panic attack, unprescribed use of anti-anxiety meds, PTSD, mommy issues, nausea and vomiting, abandonment issues/separation anxiety, season 5 blue hair Tomura era (ignoring the Gigantomachia canon), reader is probably older than Tomura, reader is resistant to Tomura's quirk because the plot requires it, reader's POV, a lot of paragraphs start with "you" and "he" I'm so sorry

He was silent when he came home, not saying a word as he entered the bedroom. You watched as he just slid his shoes off and slumped himself on the bed, with himself turned to face the wall. He didn't acknowledge you.

This was unusual for him. It wasn't out of character for Tomura to be in a bad mood, but quiet wasn't typical. Usually, he would come complaining to you with his nasal voice, moaning and whining about how much he hated something or how bad his day went. It wasn't just that his silence that was concerning you. When you looked at him, he was breathing so heavily that you could see his back expand and shoulders rise and fall. At first, his breathing was slow and heavy, but it continued to build.

You left him be for a moment, not wanting to invade his personal space. Maybe he just needed a little time to himself. But when you went back to resume the task that you were doing before, you began hearing verbal, raspy breaths that sounded as if he was suffocating. You turned around to see Tomura's shoulders shaking, and he was closed in on himself. You realized that the only hands he had on him right now were the ones on his neck. His mother's.

You didn't want to upset him more, but you couldn't just watch him like this. You slowly approached him from behind and sat on the bed next to him. You didn't want to touch him yet, worried that he'd be startled or angered by the sudden sensation.

"Tomura?"

"What?" he rasped out, still gasping on the oxygen he managed to inhale.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't respond. His shaking got worse, and his breath seized to function. You could tell because his shoulders and back were no longer moving, and he was rigidly still.

"Tomura..." you reached out to rub his back, fearing that he'd snap, but he didn't. "Tomura, you need to breathe, okay?"

You rub firm circles on his back, and then motioned up and down. He was now only allowing small exhales come out through his nose, and his shaking stopped. Now, though, his body was tight and tense. You couldn't see it, but he was beginning to sweat.

"Tomura-"

"I need a bucket."

"Huh?"

"Now! I'm gonna puke!"

You didn't hesitate and rushed out of the room to grab a mop bucket from the kitchen closet. You returned fast, Tomura was now lying on his back with his eyes closed and furrowed, hands on his stomach.

"Here."

"I-" he was huffing in between words. "I" "I can't move" "I'm gonna throw up." "If I move I'm going to puke."

"It's okay, please sit up. You'll feel better if you let it out."

It takes you tucking your hand underneath his head and helping him to sit up for him to move. The moment he sat up, he snatched the bucket and hurled it into it. The sounds of him puking made you uncomfortable, but it sounded much more painful for him. It went all out quickly, though.

He holds out the puke bucket, signaling that he's finished.

"Are you done, baby?"

His mouth formed into an uncontrolled pouty frown and he held his head down. He only motioned a nod to tell you yes.

"Okay. I'm going to go put this outside for now and come back with a water."

Tomura mumbled an "mhm" and criss crossed his legs, head still facing downwards. You took the bucket and brought it out into the alleyway outside. You'd take care of it sometime later, but not now. All you wanted to do was make sure it wasn't stinking up the house, and to get back to your boyfriend to make sure he was okay.

When you came back your heart shattered. You watched in silence as Tomura sat there with a palm holding the sides of his face, crying. His sounds were very vocal, but when he realized you were back he began concealing them. He itched himself red as he cried, as if bugs were biting him all over. Slowly returning to his side, you began to stroke his long, blue hair softly. He shakes at your touch and his cries became uncontrolled, with breathy sobs and tears falling out from underneath his hand and he scratched vigorously.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You soothe at him gently.

"I can't-I can't breathe."

He was indeed still shaking and he sounded like he was choking on air. Your glance met the hands around his neck again, and you worried that they were causing more discomfort. You reach out to cup them, a little freaked out by it initially. They were dead hands, after all. Cold and lifeless.

"Maybe you should take these off."

"I can't. I need them! They're suffocating me! I hate this! I hate it..."

"I know, baby," he sobbed harder when you said that. "But they're hurting you. Just for a while, okay? You can put them back on later, once you've had a chance to catch your breath. Is that okay, sweetheart?"

His hand lifted off his face. He still averts his gaze, but he nods with a deep sigh. "Yea."

You proceed to remove the hands. It was hard, actually. They were snug on his neck so tightly, clasped together, and very difficult to separate from each other. You made sure to put them with the others, where they would be safe.

When you sat back on the bed you continued to rub Tomura's back. His tears soaked his lap, and his face was red.

"Hey, hey, hey..."You ran your fingers on his scalp for comfort. "Come here, Tomura..."

You gestured him toward your embrace and he latched onto you. His hold was tight and needy as he tugged on the back of your shirt and rested his face on your chest. His cries drenched your shirt and you could feel his heart pumping rapidly against your body. It felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack. You couldn't bare it.

"I have some anxiety meds, do you think that would help?"

He nods into your form and you try to get up from his embrace to get the medication. As you rise he pulls on your shirt, "please come back."

"I will, I promise."

It was sad, given that the meds were only inside of a drawer close to the bed. You got out a couple of pills and grabbed the water that you had gotten him earlier. Tomura wasn't prescribed these medications, but frankly, it didn't really matter right now. It wasn't like he hadn't committed far more severe crimes. He needed to calm down, or his body was going to collapse.

You move back on the bed and hold out the medicine and drink for him. He takes both with his trembling hands as you put your hand on his tense back again. The medication goes down easy, and he sits there with the water in his hand, shaking.

"You should drink more. You're going to be dehydrated because of crying."

"I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be, I want to make sure you're taken care of."

The pout that returned on his face made your heart thump in sympathy. What was going on? You had never seen Tomura in this kind of state before. It was unlike him.

"What's wrong Tomura? Please tell me. I don't mean to be nosy, but I can tell something is hurting your feelings and I want to help if I can."

Tomura turns back to snuggle you close, holding your body as if his life depended on it.

"I don't know how to explain it. I don't understand why I'm like this right now. I just...I feel empty. I think I miss her? Like I'm grieving something I don't even know. I don't get it. I fucking HATE this so SO much!"

You didn't need clarification on who he was referring to. The hands, the needy physical touch, the balling whenever you would stroke his hair or call him "sweetheart" and "baby"...It was clear to see that there was a void within Tomura. One that he'd never be able to fill. He must have felt grief for what he didn't have, what he lost a long time ago.

"I'm sorry, babyboy. I really am."

The grip he made almost suffocated you, but it was okay. He needed this, and you wanted him to feel nurtured. Loved.

"I can't get her back. I never will. What if I lose you, too? What if you stop being resistant to my quirk? I don't want you to, I can't bear even thinking about losing you. It makes me feel sick."

"You won't lose me, I promise," there was something you weren't sure would help. You expect a negative response somehow, but you try to test the waters to see what could comfort him right now. "Mommy's not going anywhere."

If Tomura wasn't crying before, he surely was now. You were scared that you broke him, but his grip around your waist didn't loosen, and he held you so hard that you felt stuck. His tears seeped out harder as you stroked his hair with his head buried in between your warm chest.

"Does mommy love me? Have I been good for her?"

"Yes, baby. You're my good boy and you've been more than good for me. Mommy loves you with her whole entire heart, Tomura. I'll never let you go for as long as I have you."

The exchange of words was foreign and was awkward to process, but it felt natural even so. There was nothing about it that seemed sultry. It was a need for him. You were simply substituting a void for him, and you couldn't feel ashamed for being there to give him that affection and nurture that he hadn't had since murdered his family. You only knew about what he had told you, and he only knew about what his master told him. This regression was heart breaking for you to witness, but if you could comfort him, maybe it would be all better.

"I love you. I love you so much, mommy. I need you to be here. I need you to hold me."

"I will. I'll hold you all night long. You're such a perfect little boy, do you know that?"

Tomura snickers as tears escape his eyes, "Thank you."

"Of course, baby boy. You should rest, though. You've been through a lot."

"Will you sleep with me?"

"Yes. I'll be right here with you and beside you when you wake up, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, Tomura."

"I love you too."