#so have some uh.. portraits instead

[mercymaker]

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 + the underdark

[sukunas-wife]

can you do something about sukuna when a curse hits him and he ends up turning into a little baby and the reader will have to take care of her husband and son because they are both identical 😸

Please 😭😭 It’s terrible now that Yuji is the same height as his daddy he couldn’t be more ecstatic about being able to swing on him only to learn Ryomen can very much still use his Domain Expansion 🥹 I don’t know why it got sad out of now where that unwanted child comments been haunting me all week 😭🤍

“Oh Ryomen…” you couldn’t help but stare sympathetically at your husband who was now just over 3 feet drowning in his clothes. Yuji was right there hugging his neck, “We’re the same height daddy now we can play!”

You wanted to tell Yuji not to see how Sukuna was trembling with teary eyes, the anger being too much for his little body. You wanted to coo at him but you felt so bad seeing him so small, finally you turned to your lady in waiting who was bowing on the floor in front of your little boys. “Lord Sukuna forgive I’m so sorry forgive me please I had no intention of doing this forgive me forgive me forgive me I beg for your mercy-“ she was cut off when a gash was sliced across her face, it wasn’t enough to kill her but enough to mark her as incompetent. You had to look away, his little chubby face was tilted back with an aggravated look his eyes were looking down on her. Yuji was still hugging and rubbing his face against his “daddy’s' ' shoulder. You almost thought he deserved a brother.

There you were picking him up to keep him from killing your lady in waiting. You expected him to kick and throw a tantrum instead he turned in your arms burying his face in your shoulder holding on tight to your robes. Yuji was pouting when he handed you his dads oversized robe that you tried to use to cover him up. He laid there sniffling, you could feel the heat of his face and the occasional tear.

“Aww is my little prince crying.” You could help but take his face in your hand and kiss all over his face. He wasn’t like Yuji who would start laughing and perk up, he put his hand on your lips stopping you while staring you down. You stared at each other until your fake bit his chubby fingers and he cracked a small smile. “Cmon Yuji, we need some of your clothes.”

Yuji perked up, taking your hand and looking up at his dad. He wanted to play but he guessed his dad can’t just run around naked. You were doing your best to dress Sukuna but this is how it went.

“Let’s see what we have,” you pulled out white pants and a white shirt, “No.”

“This?” It was a robe Yuji would wear in the summer, “No.”

“What about these?” You pulled out a fancy little set Yuji wore in one of your family portraits, “Nuh uh”

“Oh oh! What about this one daddy!” You watched Yuji jump out of the Chester of clothes, it was a costume he asked you to ask one of your ladies in waiting who was a good seamstress to make. It was Ryomen’s Iconic white robe, blue belt and scarf. It had matching socks also, this is what Sukuna got excited about. He took it from Yuji, not hesitating to strip from his oversized coat and into his new smaller robes. “Perfect.”

You saw him standing on the bed next to Yuji, Yuji looked so excited and you looked away. “I don’t need another, I don't need another, I don't need another.”

“Woman!” You turned back to Sukuna. His small voice was nowhere near as demanding or authoritative. You saw Yuji slide off the bed and run off, “I am hungry.” You cleared your throat, “right, let’s get you something to eat .” You looked around “Yuji baby are hungry?” “Nooo!” His voice was shaky, “��m looking for something i'll eat later!” You watched as bent over half hanging in the drawer of clothes. “Are you sure?” “Mhmm!” “Alright, we’ll be in the kitchen if you get hungry okay?” He nodded “ookaay mommy” Sukuna slid off the bed and you couldn’t help but take his little hand, you looked at Yuji missing the look of shock on Ryomen’s face. You only looked back when you felt his little hand squeeze yours tighter. Your soft smile when you looked down at him. He wanted to rip his hand away and cross his arms over his chest, he’s not weak and he doesn’t need a hand to hold. He snapped his head away and you felt how his hand was shaky while he held on tight. “What’s wrong Ryomen?” He didn’t look at you, but you could see the red on his face, the little gloss over his eyes, you thought to yourself, ‘he’s probably never held someone’s hand. He was the cursed unwanted wretch of a child..’

You spent the next hour treating him like a complete child, the baby talk, sitting him on the counter and squishing his little cheeks even if he threatened to bite you, you never did. The way you’d hug him and kiss his cheeks and forehead. Letting him eat off the spoon while you cooked, he didn’t give you the cute little reactions Yuji did but his little puffed out cheeks and puts squeezed your heart. There you stood in front of him, he was sitting on the counter with an almost empty bowl. You watched him slurp the last of his noodles and awed at his little smile when he looked up at you. You could help but take his face in your hands and kiss his forehead, “My little baby boy.” He put his bowl down when you hugged him and did his best to hug you, his face on your chest, you let your chin rest on his head. “I love you Ryo.” He didn’t make a sound. You ran your hand up and down his back, “you okay baby?” He just hummed.

“Daddy!” You pulled away and broke into a big smile when you saw Yuji standing in the door. “Awww Yu.” You couldn’t help but coo over him. He was dressed exactly like Ryomen, and even had a poorly drawn mark on his forehead. You sat Yuji down to eat listening to him explain how he looked for the costume because he knew he had more than one and now he and daddy could play the King of Curses game he had just made up. Sukuna was standing by your side pulling on your sleeve while Yuji was stuffing his face quickly. You saw him, you genuinely saw him as a child in that instance. He didn’t have any marks on face or wrists. He looked naked, you had to stifle your laugh when he mumbled something you didn’t catch. “Daddy needs a mark too!” Was all Yuji said pointing at his own forehead. After Yuji finished eating you sat them both in front of your vanity, cleaning off their faces and taking a black pigment to draw the little mark Ryomen usually had on his forehead on both of them. They were almost identical twins except for the fact Yuji’s light brown eyes were innocent compared to Sukuna’s red eyes that now held a look of mischief.

before you knew it they were off. Both of them were running out into the garden racing to see who would get there first. It was a competition of who was better now. Still you trailed behind, calling your ladies in waiting to accompany you.

It was chaos, they tore up flowers, left muddy patches in the grass, their white robes were filthy at the bottoms and the pigments on their foreheads were running from sweating. Sukuna tackled Yuji and they tumbled into the koi pond, they were laughing and soaking wet, slipping while they tried to climb out. It was cute how they crawled out and laid on the grass. Your boys, laughing and kicking their legs, it made you awe. There was no doubt in your mind Ryomen didn’t get to experience this kind of fun from the very very faint and little details he’d given you of his past.

——————

It’s been a week, you woke up this morning sore and tired. Sukuna was half lying into your chest drooling and snoring, Yuji was laying backwards, he was spread out a foot pressed into your cheek the other on the pillow, one of his hands was spread out the other loosely holding Ryomens hand.

You tried to move, Yuji sat up slowly, not moving his foot from your face. You tried to sit up and Ryomen whined shaking his head back and forth protesting your sitting up. Still you held him in your lap as he clung to you with one hand, Yuji tried to wiggle into your lap hugging your other side. “‘’M sleepy” the weight of your mini husband and son drug you back down to the bed. You caved and fell back asleep pulling both of them into your sides.

You woke up screaming, jumping up in panic, running out the room ready to grab your kids just to find them tripping and tying up eunuchs to draw on their faces. They were squatting around a poor eunuch's face. Yuji was covering his smile with his little fists, and Sukuna was on his knees and one hand, the other drawing on his face, his tongue stuck out in concentration. You had to breathe and your lady in waiting ran up to you, “Lady y/n are you alright?! You ran out in just your intimate robes.” You sighed your heart beating in your throat “Yes, I just heard screaming so I was panicked.” It was scary, their heads snapped to look at you like wolves. They heard you and it was over, they were running over to you and you felt intimidated which led to you running back to your room being chased by Ryomen and Yuji.

“No! Stop, stop! No!” Your cries were in vain when they managed to take you down after entering your room. Laid out on the floor Sukuna sat on your butt leaning back into your back like a lounge, you groaned lifting your head to find Yuji squatting in front of you. “Mornin mommy.” You rested your cheek against your folded arms “Good Morning baby.”

——————-

It was another week, you were sitting on a stool in the bathroom robes pushed back, Ryomen was sitting between your legs on a smaller stool while you scrubbed him down. Yuji was splashing in the water, his skin tinted red from being scrubbed down also. Sukuna was angry, pouting with his fists pushed into his knees. “Ryo if you didn’t wanna be scrubbed then you shouldn’t have chased that skunk! Now both of you stink. And look at this!” You ran a hand through his hair little grains of dirt could be felt, “you still have sand in your hair.” He huffed before he crossed his arms over his chest, puffing out his cheeks. “M not stinky woman! It’s called manly musk!” You laughed “Manly musk, the only thing manly about you right now is your name Ryomen.” He yelped when you poured water over him, side eyeing you before you told him to go soak in the fragrant bath. The smell lingered on their clothes. You had them Burned and the handmaid's were quick to make new ones before they finished soaking.

——————

It was the start of the third week, you wanted your oversized husband back. You were tired of waking up to someone in your ribs and a foot in your face. The two had become so similar you ended up saying the wrong name three or four times before you got it right. The robes and painted marks didn’t help either. But here you were reclining on the front steps of the temple watching them one more time. Sukuna felt it before you saw him, Kenjaku was coming.

“What do you want!” He was bratty and snapping at him when he was in sight.

“Oh, I didn’t know the king of curses had another son. An exact replica I would say too.” Kenjaku picked him up by the scruff of his robes, Sukuna was kicking and wiggling before Yuji ran over “Let him go!” And started beating the man’s legs. Kenjaku shook Sukuna, “hey Kid is Ryomen Sukuna home or isn’t he?” “M not answering you.”

Kenjaku’s eye twitched “Why not?” “Because your brain is freaky! Who needs to open their heads, freak!” Yuji screamed, still swinging on Kenjaku’s leg. Kenjaku tried to lightly push Yuji back and that’s when Sukuna smacked his hands together, “DOMAIN EXPANSION”

It was unstable, he was Ryomen Sukuna, but his cursed energy was the same as a child’s.

You heard the chime and drip. Everything in you lit up and you started running, what the hell was happening Yuji, Ryo please please don’t do anything stupid.

“Ah shit-“ Kenjaku was quick to make his disappearance at the scene when he heard your steps.

“Ryomen!” You took a deep breath “Yuji!” You could feel the residuals of another person.

“What happened!?” You were kneeling in front of Sukuna, hands on his shoulders with a panicked look. He was okay, that was until you heard sniffles and crying. You snapped around Yuji was sitting on the floor with a gash across his crying. You let Sukuna go and ran over to Yuji picking him up. “Shh shh shh, it’s okay let me see.” You tried to pull his hands away from his face. There were cuts across his nose and across one of his eyebrows. “come here Yu.” You sat on the ground pulling him into your lap even when he resisted while crying. Placing your hand carefully on his face cupping his cheek you started to use your reverse cursed technique to heal cuts.

You watched as they closed and slowly started to heal over. You didn’t notice how Sukuna looked scared, for once the king of curses looked vulnerable. When you were done with Yuji, what were you going to do to him? Were you going to abuse him the way his parents had? Would you treat him like a wretch, an unwanted curse. Would you scream at him and raise your hand at him? “…Yuji…” his voice was so small when he tried to get closer. You turned to him, you saw those teary eyes and you were confused, when you licites your hand to try and pull him closer he flinched away. “What’s wrong Ryo?” He watched you put your hand down on Yuji who stopped crying. He looked down, shaking his head, before Yuji spoke up “m Okay it wasn’t too bad.”

Both of you saw how Sukuna’s eyes looked up but he wouldn’t lift his face. You nodded with your head, “Come here Ryo.” He slowly walked over hands behind his back before standing next to you still not looking you in the eye. “You okay?” Your hand came up to touch his back and he just stood there, Yuji was still sitting in your lap looking up at his dad. You watched those little tears drip off his chin, before you pulled him down into your side hugging him, “Don’t cry Sukuna, you didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t mean to hurt Yuji.” Yuji crawled over trying to hug him also, “‘ts okay.”

You did your best to hold both of them, rubbing their heads with your hands as they held onto you. Taking turns in kissing their heads and rubbing their backs. Sukuna still hadn’t said anything, “m sorry.” His voice was shaky and you squeezed him harder, “oh Ryomen.” You sat there holding both of them until One of them fell asleep. Yuji walked beside you while you carried his mini dad, this was the only time you’d ever be able to carry him without his soul crushing weight. Yuji ran off to his room. When you made it inside, you took Sukuna to your shared room, laying him on the bed. Brushing his hair back carefully, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, “I love you Ryo, none of this was your fault, you shouldn’t have to carry burdens that aren’t yours.” Pulling the blanket over him you sat down, you saw his eyes barely open before he fell asleep again.

——————-

“Y/n…” it was the soft call of your name that woke you up.

Yuji was sitting in your lap holding on to you. You back was stiff and your neck popped when you tried to stretch.

“Hm,” you didn’t bother trying to open your eyes. “Woman,” you sat up trying to rub your eyes and not let your sleeping Yuji fall, “Ryomen?” There he was in his full frontal glory that made you do a double take before looking up at him, “Where’s your clothes???”

He ignored your question, taking your face in one of his hands, he leaned in closer and you were going to kiss him until he ghosted your lips and pressed a rare soft kiss to your forehead, “There is no doubt you are a fine mother.”

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[sterifels-blog]

creepypasta characters – how they’d react to you being upset over a small inconvenience 🤏

BEN drowned

•mocking sarcasm: “oh no, did the big scary printer jam again? total apocalypse. truly.” what became clear in his death, was he did, in fact, take his childish personality with him. he is no better than jeff when it comes down to teasing you for your dismays.

•playful teaser. he glitches around the room, mimicking your upset tone in a distorted voice, just to annoy you. it's spiteful, a little ignorant, but it's something you've come to grow used to. some things were just inevitable with BEN, and his torment was one of those things.

•offers digital comfort. BEN hacks a random game to create a hidden message for you, like “cheer up, loser.” if you don't reciprocate any sort of reaction back- you best believe he will be petty enough to rig a match for you. not so you can win, no. so you lose. just to agitate you again.

•awkward, awkward softness: if you’re seriously upset, he stammers, “hey, uh, don’t cry. i… don’t know how to deal with that.” very likely, he panics and goes to grab someone like jack or jane.

•weird with distractions. he'll float around, humming the zelda theme song until you laugh or throw something at him. if it works, it works. either way, you're too focused on smiling, or trying to hit him.

•over-the-top suggestion: “want me to corrupt their computer files? that’ll show them.”

•king of small gestures. leaves a pixelated heart drawn in a game you’re playing, then pretends it wasn’t him.

bloody painter:

•he observes quietly. sits in eerie silence, studying your emotions like he’s painting a mental portrait.

•when he is finished staring (although, admittedly, he does quite like the sight of you), he will offer some deadpan advice:

•“if it doesn’t matter in five years, it’s not worth ruining your eyeliner over.”

•if verbal reassurance doesn't do it for you, willingly, he'll engage in a paint-based gesture for his angel. he draws something comforting or silly (alternatively, absolutely crude) on a scrap of paper and hands it to you without a word, hoping it makes some difference.

•dark humor (where it is, and isn't appropriate.) “want me to take care of whoever pissed you off?” half-joking. maybe. if you say no, there is some genuine disappointment left lingering in his eyes. a missed opportunity to stock-up.

•unexpected comfort. gently touches your face and says some cheesy bullshit like, “the colors of sadness suit you, but i’d rather see you smile". he knows he's succeeded in making you feel something other than upset, when you are pressing your palm against his face and pushing him away with a groan of annoyance.

•will go extreme measures to make you a distracting gift. offers to paint you something. it’s his way of saying sorry.

•serious effort: if you’re really upset, he’ll spend hours creating something meaningful to cheer you up. although you'd clearly specified you didn't want him to maul the poor man who'd taken the last pint of your favorite ice cream flavor; the red coating of the little house he'd made you (in respect to the small abode you will "most definitely have" together), spoke otherwise to him listening.

•it's fucking disgusting, but don't discard it. it's the.. 'sweetest' way he shows that he cares.

clockwork:

•chaotic comfort. immediately threatens to stab whatever inconvenienced you. “who do i need to ‘fix’ for this?”

•pactical help (or a lack thereof): she does actually try to solve the problem for you, but gets frustrated if it’s not instant.

•(unhelpful) teasing: “aww, does my little clock need winding? let’s fix your mood.”

•joking aggression: “you’re upset? try getting stabbed in the eye and tell me how you feel". she soon after realizes this probably wasn't the best way to get through to you, and instead resorts to gently carding her fingers through your hair, sitting in an awkward silence after.

•when the silence gets to be too much, the most rational conclusion she could come up with was a random distraction. tosses something shiny or makes a loud noise to snap you out of it, almost, most definitely getting a sick kick of amusement when you jump in a startle.

•clumsy affection: roughly pulls you into a hug afterwards and says, “you’ll be fine. i’ve seen you handle worse.”

•this is shortly after followed by a soft admission. “i don’t like seeing you like this. it’s weird.” no sympathy on her face, just her nose being scrunched up in discomfort. but you can tell she means her words.. more for her sake.

eyeless jack

•jack is a quiet observer. he always has been, and will be. he notices you’re upset but waits for you to bring it up, not wanting to push you down a further slope than you were already on.

•when you finally begin to talk to him, for the most part, he simply listens. but if he notices it's getting to be too much, he'll offer some gentle reassurance: his voice is calm, almost nonchalant as he says, “it’s okay. you can talk to me.” he means it.

•words aren't easy for him. he's used to being silent, tucked away to the confines of his laboratory. it's why he chooses a more physical approach. cooking comfort. jack makes you a meal without being asked—though you might not want to know the ingredients. just eat it, and thank him.

•when he does speak, he offers the most practical advice out of the bunch: “you’ll survive. you’re stronger than whatever this is.”

•he's cold, but caring: “if it’s not life-threatening, it’s not worth worrying about. but... i get it.”

•soft-spoken comfort: stays close by, quietly grounding you with his presence. he'll offer you a spot in his laboratory for the time being, leaving you to watch as he hustles and bustles about. he isn't a fan of people in his space- in the slightest. but for you, he doesn't mind the company, so long as it helps. he won't directly admit it, but seeing you upset does something to his heart.

•it unfortunately, wouldn't be jack without some out of pocket, and highly untimed dark humor. he's working on his current 'patient', his scalpel against the lining of their abdomen when he would pause, as though an idea surfaced.

•“would harvesting an organ cheer you up? no? worth a shot.”

hoodie

•takes a more casual approach compared to the others. nudges your shoulder and says some nonchalant shit like; “what’s got you so down?”

•followed by some super-chill reassurance: “it’s not the end of the world. i’ve seen worse.”

•says it in a tone that makes him sound like he genuinely doesn't give a fuck, and is instead saying it in prayer god gives him a second chance for being 'kind'. he does, genuinely care however. he wouldn't have asked if he didn't.

•when he realizes it's something 'trivial' (in his mind), he'll give you some lighthearted distraction. hoodie offers to hang out or go on a random drive to take your mind off it. if you accept to hang out, you're both watching some rag-tag channel that your old, boxy ass television could pull up. it's absolutely shit. if you accept the drive, the radio is on, playing some old song that helps you clear your mind. the two of you definitely get going.

•if it's not the radio you're focused on, it's his singing. it's either god awful, and it makes you want to die more than whatever inconvenienced you at first, or he should have been a choir boy.

•snack attack: you two pull into a gas station along the way to fill up the old piece of rust. he goes in, comes back out with a pack of cigarettes and some chips in hand. he'll carelessly throw the bag of chips at you and say, “here. don’t say i never do anything for you.”

•soft teasing: “you’re cute when you’re mad, but let’s not make it a habit.”

•followed by some subtle care: puts his hoodie around your shoulders if you look especially down, or you're out late on your drive and it's getting cold.

jason the toymaker

•100% makes a toy bribe: instantly offers to make you a custom toy to cheer you up. “what’s your favorite color again?” it's cheesy, but it does have it's odd way of working it's magic.

•jason can get into quite an overprotective mode, often getting himself frustrated when he cant disect the root of your problem. “what caused this? tell me so I can fix it." .. "am i going to kill them..? what does it matter?"

•the answer is yes. yes, he is.

•soft-spoken comfort: “don’t worry. i’ll always take care of you.” he has a way of reassuring you even when you have your doubts, almost with an expertise that surprises you. if you were ever questioning his genuinity, he's answered for you.

•possessive guilt-tripper. “i don’t like seeing my favorite person like this. smile for me, will you?” he's sweet, in the worst of ways. jason knew all he had to do was flash you that charming smile of his, and you'd bend to his will. it was both a curse and a blessing.

•makes up some distracting hobby. he invites you to join him on a whim in making something to calm your nerves. (he definitely ends up taking over your craft.)

•encourages gentle insistence much like bloody painter. “you’re allowed to be upset, but not for long. it doesn’t suit you.”

•creepy but.. comforting? reassurance: “nothing bad can happen to you while i’m here. i'll make sure of it.” you aren't allowed out of his sights for a while.

jeff the killer

•mockery overload. “aww, you’re upset? should I call the waaah-mbulance?” he's a fucking asshole and he knows it, but his emotional boundaries hold no shame. if you knew any better, you would think he didn't care if he made you feel better or worse.

•teasing to comfort: purposefully annoys you until you either laugh or yell at him. he is 100%, more than likely aiming for the latter, getting a sick sense of satisfaction from knowing you're wound up now because of him. “see? you’re not upset anymore!”

•he's a twat with territorial anger: if it’s someone else’s fault, he’s immediately ready to fight, thinking of the most irrational ways to kill someone for your sake (though there is already nothing rational about him). “who do i need to carve a smile into?”

•though a selfish sod, he does have some genuinely surprising softness when it comes to you. if you’re genuinely upset, he awkwardly wraps his arm around your shoulder and says, “it’s fine. just... chill, okay?” he's rubbing your back until his hand is numb, or you become agitated.

•clumsy reassurance: “you’ve got me, so who cares about dumb stuff like that?”

•even throughout the comforting, his offer of violence still stands. “say the word, and i’ll make it disappear. permanently.”

•jeff is the absolute fucking worst for guilt deflection. if he caused the inconvenience, he’ll deny responsibility, but quietly try to make it better. he sees admitting to his faults as a weakness, but a few hours later, when he‐ again‐, sees your mood hasn't improved— he's begrudgingly coming over and taking your hand to apologize. his words are lazy sounding, but they are true. it pisses him off that he has to go such lengths to make you feel better, but in the end, it's you. so he'll cope.

jane the killer

•she is a direct comfort sort of woman: “what’s wrong? talk to me.”

•when she notices its an re-occuring issue bothering you more than usual, she'll go into problem-solving mode. jane listens carefully and offers solutions, even if you just want to vent. she loves listening to you talk, even if it's under more unfortunate circumstances.

•has a protective streak much like her male counterpart: “if it’s someone else’s fault, i’ll handle it.” and she means it

•queen of tough love. it's her kingdom. “you’re stronger than this. don’t let it get to you.” she's seen too many people react irrationally because of minor inconveniences (jeff), and she would hate to see you deliberately get into trouble because of something as 'simple' as frustration.

•silent presence: if words won’t help, she stays with you until you feel better. if your room is a mess, she'll clean your clothes off the floor, fold, and carry your laundry to the washer while you relax on your bed. she won't let you leave until she's positive you're at least feeling a little better about your situation, and even then, she's by your side for most the day.

•though she can be just as stubborn as anyone else, jane does make a soft admission: “i hate seeing you so upset. tell me how to help.”

•makes some gentle distraction (unlike clockwork): she suggests watching a movie or doing something fun together to lift your spirits. she will likely end up doing your makeup, the two of you on the floor together until your spirits start to rise.

laughing Jack (i hate this motherfucker)

•over-the-top antics because he's just like that, unfortunately. he's a piece of shit, but tries to make you laugh with ridiculous jokes or obnoxious pranks. a for effort, i guess. he's giving it his best shot.

•much like jeff, being a complete dick, there is that aspect of mock concern: “oh no! we must alert the circus of your sorrow!” sarcastic cunt.

•there is some aspect of unexpected sweetness with him, i would think (hope). if you’re genuinely upset, he tones it down and says, “hey, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

•he's crouching down onto his knees as you sit on the edge of your bed, his large, ugly ass hands cupping your face the best he can without shanking you with his gross, long fingers. his thumbs 'gently' rub your cheeks as he let's you breathe your frustration out.

•clownish ass distractions: pulls out a random toy or silly object to cheer you up. from out of fuck-all nowhere, he pulls a doll out from behind its back. it's even more hideous than him, which is difficult. it's stuffing is gruesomely ripped out, instead, packed full with grotesque looking candies. he'll awkwardly discard it on the floor when he sees it's only made your mood worse. what an idiot.

•chaotic energy: “let’s go do something fun! or dangerous! or both!”

•you don't feel like doing anything

•gentle honesty: “i'm not good at this comforting stuff, but I’m here for you.”, even though you already knew that. though the semblance is appreciated.

kagekao

•you're still a victim of playful mockery. "you look adorable when you’re mad. like a tiny storm cloud". he's mocking you while you want to punch him into a smear.

•teasing distractions. he pokes at your cheeks or steals something of yours to make you chase him. he genuinely does not care that you feel murderous tendencies towards him at the moment. it's his life mission to torment you eternally.

•jovial comfort: “don’t worry, i’ll take care of everything. or, at least, pretend I did.”

•surprise gifts. when he knows he's pushed you too far, he will opt to leave you a random (sometimes unsettling) trinket to cheer you up. he knows he's the source of your agitation, so he tries his 'best' to make up for it.

•more lighthearted annoyance. “you know i can’t take you seriously when you’re pouting like that, right?”

•unexpected wisdom from someone who is such a cunt to deal with. “life’s too short to stress over these things. laugh it off.”

•silently lurks nearby until you calm down, offering his silent presence as comfort.

masky

•masky will often show a reluctant concern, not outright admitting he's worried about your fluctuating attitude, but instead inviting you to chat. “what’s wrong now?” his tone is gruff, but he genuinely cares.

•practical help: masky fixes the problem (if possible) without saying much about it; especially when it comes down to it being an issue with anything containing an engine. if you're frustrated by an issue you're having with your vehicle, calmly, he'll tell you to give him the keys, and if he's feeling nice enough, he'll invite you out to hold the flashlight for him. just make sure you keep it steady.

•vaguely annoyed, but supportive: “seriously? you’re upset over that? fine, let’s deal with it.” he's the type to teach you about fixing your own issues, so you'll know how to deal with it next time.

•protective side: “if you need help with this, come to me. you don't need to be going to.. random guys to fix your car."

•he's definitely jealous at the thought of you going to anyone else for help but him.

•silent comfort if it's anything else that physically, he cant fix. he sits near you, not saying a word but making it clear he’s there for you.

•backhanded affection: “you’re too stubborn to let this keep you down, right?” he knows you'll take it as he's doubting you; and that you'll smarten up quick.

•masky gives you grudging hugs. awkwardly, he pulls you into a hug if you’re really upset— often on the porch as he's having a smoke. you'll be sitting on the steps, tucked up to his side. if he feels nice enough- his jacket will end up slung over your shoulders.

slenderman

•i'm going to be flat with you, he does not care.

•but if he did, he would be calm and composed. it doesn’t affect him, so he has no reason to reacf but to calm you down. “you’re letting this get to you? that’s beneath you.” he sounds unamused.

•stoic support. slenderman offers silent reassurance with his unyielding presence. sometimes he's there, sometimes he isn't. but, you always have that lingering feeling of him being close by. it's both comforting and frightening.

•intimidation tactic: “shall i remove the source of your distress?” he’s deadly serious, for the most part.

•he's slightly patronizing. he doesn't really grasp a sense of confliction about this like you do. he doesn't really get why you're making such a fuss over something so blatant. “this is not worth your energy. focus on what truly matters.”

•both helps and frustrates you more. sometimes it's pointless to explain to him.

•..somewhat gentle understanding. if you’re truly distressed, he places a hand on your shoulder and will tell you to excuse yourself from any activities later in the day.

•eerie distraction: creates a serene yet unnerving environment to take your mind off things. the effort is.. there.

•cryptic advice: “all things are temporary. even this feeling.”

ticci toby

•dry sarcasm “wow, the world’s ending because of this. guess we should all panic.” his tone is teasing but not mean-spirited. he just doesn't understand that it's truly bothering you to that extent, until you breakdown to him.

•gentle understanding: “yeah, okay, I get it. sometimes the little stuff just… builds up.” he leans back and listens without pushing you. he knows you're already overwhelmed, and makes it a point to give you some space while still being there.

•subtle comfort. he offers you his jacket or quietly sits beside you, muttering, “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. i'm not going anywhere.” like masky, he keeps you close to his side, whether sitting on a log or walking down the path. he'll encourage you to hold onto his arm.

•toby has a protective streak: “tell me who or what caused this. i’ll take care of it.” his voice is calm, but there’s an edge that means he’s serious. he doesn't like the idea of anyone pushing you around— only he can play around with you like that.

•gounding presence: if you’re spiraling, he places a hand on your shoulder or holds your hand. “breathe, okay? just focus on me for a minute.” too many times he's had to do this by himself. he understands the complications of losing yourself— and if you don't have to go through it alone, he won't allow you to.

•dull humor to lighten the mood. "if it makes you feel better, i've probably done something way stupider than whatever you’re upset about.”

•quiet reassurance: “you’ll get through this. you always do. it’s not as big as it feels right now, i promise.” he speaks softly but firmly, making sure you know he’s in your corner. he always is and will be. he's a bit more gentle than the rest.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Ball" - Black Brothers/Jegulus microfic - 937 words

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It didn’t take a genius to figure out why Remus had all his scars, why he and his friends were busy every full moon. After realising that Remus was a werewolf, Regulus understood quickly what his friends had done to help him. He decided to do some research into becoming an animagus, and at first, it was just to understand how his brother, James, and Peter had done it. He had no desire to become an animagus himself, really. But he grew curious, eager. It was a long process, yes, but he could do it. 

So, on a full moon, he put a mandrake leaf in his mouth, which he would have to keep there until the next month. He collected everything else he would need with the help of Pandora, the only person he had told his plan. 

Regulus stopped Sirius outside the Great Hall after the following full moon. “Sirius, can I talk to you?” Regulus asked, his voice coming out smaller than he had intended.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Sirius replied with a nod, waving his hand for James, Peter, and Remus to go inside. “What’s up?”

“Don’t laugh,” Regulus started nervously, “but I’m…I’m trying to become an animagus. And I know you and your friends already are, and I wanted your help.”

Sirius’s eyes widened. “I don’t know what you mean, we, uh, we aren’t…”

“Sirius,” Regulus sighed. “I know you are, I’m not an idiot. And I know that Remus is a-” Regulus looked around, remembering that they were in public. “Well, I know what he is.”

Sirius gaped at him further, looking worried. He seemed, for a moment, as though he might argue, but instead took a deep breath and gave in. “Fine. I’ll write down the steps.”

“I’ve already done it all. I just,” Regulus’s voice became an embarrassed murmur, “I wanted you to be there when I, um, transformed.”

Sirius’s concerned frown turned into a grin, and he tried to ruffle his brother’s hair. Regulus sidestepped and glared at him, though Sirius wasn’t deterred. 

Regulus regretted asking him for help, though, when he transformed the next day and it turned out his animagus was a tiny black kitten. When he managed to become human again, Sirius was clutching his stomach and laughing like a maniac.

“It’s not that funny!” Regulus grumbled.

Sirius didn’t seem to agree.

-

Quite soon after becoming an animagus, Regulus found that it was much more comfortable for him to be a cat than a human being. Maybe it was because he was always trying to make himself smaller anyway; maybe because, as a cat, he could just hiss at anyone who came too close, which was not ‘socially acceptable’ for a person.

Regulus sat outside the Gryffindor common room one day, and followed after a student as they stepped inside the portrait. He had intended to talk to his brother, but once inside he found Sirius, James, and Marlene all sitting by the fire. He walked over and curled up by Sirius’s legs, not wanting to disturb his brother's evening.

“Aw, look at him!” James nearly shouted, leaning down to stroke Regulus.

“Don’t, James,” Marlene warned, “I tried to pet him the other day and he scratched me. He’s evil.”

“He’s not evil, Marls,” James frowned, scratching behind the cat’s ears. “He’s a little ball of fluff.”

James picked the cat up and set him on his lap, stroking him absent-mindedly as he continued his conversation with Marlene. Sirius, however, glared at the small black cat. If anyone else had tried that, Regulus would have hissed or bitten them. Regulus was sure, as Sirius looked between him and James suspiciously, that he knew.

It became a habit for Regulus, going into the Gryffindor common room and sitting with James. Everyone else was confused as to why the little black cat hated everyone but him, and James took pride in this. 

“What do you think I should call him?” James asked his friends, the cat nuzzling his face. 

“Leo,” Sirius scoffed. 

James didn’t hear the sarcasm in his tone, and held the cat a few inches from his face. “Leo!”

-

“Regulus,” Sirius called.

Regulus tried to walk away, pretending not to have heard him, but Sirius caught his arm before he could. He dragged him to an empty corner of the hallway, trying to catch Regulus’s eye. 

“You’re in love with him,” Sirius stated. Regulus’s mouth opened and closed, searching for a defense. He couldn’t find any. “It’s okay, you know,” Sirius said, softer now. “But I wish you would have told me.”

“Thought you’d laugh,” Regulus mumbled. “It’s stupid.”

“Nah, it’s not. I mean, I probably would have laughed, yeah, but it’s not stupid.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, and he would never admit that knowing Sirius wasn’t annoyed felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Steeling himself, Regulus clenched his jaw and fixed Sirius with a glare.

“If you tell him, Sirius, I swear I will pull your fucking teeth out,” Regulus threatened. 

“Yeah, whatever you say, loverboy,” Sirius grinned, walking away. 

-

It was months before Regulus built up the courage to confess. He was looking everywhere but James’s eyes as he wondered how to phrase this. 

“I know what you’re going to say,” James smiled down at him.

“You do?” Regulus asked, taking a deep, shaky breath.

“You’re Leo,” James declared, seeming proud of his discovery.

Regulus tried to form words, though was momentarily stunned. “That’s not- I was going to tell you I was in love with you, but how did you know about-”

“You’re in love with me?!”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

I've been reading a lot of Korean isekai webcomics lately and given me an idea of being Malleus or Leona fiance who he didn't even love at all ( liked he thinks they are being too clingy or something like that but in reality they care about them and try help them out with daily tasks and try to bring something interesting to lighten the mood or the very least lift up their mood to at least feel better )

and reader taken over the body of said fiance and just like " I don't wanna get killed, or die, I have magic to help me out so I'll just run away from here " and just left him to venture out in the world maybe settle in somewhere outside of the kingdom to somewhere else in a small village to settle, and when they realize that how much their former finance care for them and realize they are no longer in the castle and looking for them

And what do they feel when they see her ( fae or beastwoman ) with a human male who made her really happy when they found her

Manwha Mistreated Married Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

It's downright unfair to be the only one trying in this arranged marriage setting. Not to mention the lack of care when it comes to hiding their growing interest in this Yuu character. Why shouldn’t you be allowed happiness with your own human, far away from the unforgiving environment of their castle? What’s worse is that they will come running and it is not to congratulate you:

Leona Kingscholar

“What the-”

When he finally does get around to actually doing the paperwork of being a prince

He finds that he’s been sent a constant barrage of divorce material 

And then he’s reminded that he’s been married off to…someone he can’t even be bothered to remember

But he looks at the official Royal portraits of you 

And goes to search 

He wanted to see what he was working with

“Uh your majesty, they’ve been gone for over a year now.”

A year?! Already

So he reaches into the back of his mind to the memories of you 

Reporting how much of his work you did for him or how you gifted him some new pillows as a gift 

It makes him feel itchy 

So he begins an arduous search for you

Something that takes longer than he expects 

Eventually finding you working on a farm 

Clearly making goo-goo eyes at the pathetic buff farm hand

So he decides to pop your bubble, revealing that technically still married

“Oh, I know that. But they’re waitin’ on you to finalize the divorce, y’know?”

Drats

There’s nothing more he hates than watching you look longingly at each other despite being so close

But he can’t bring himself to sign his name

Preferring to instead fight for his ownership of your heart

And if he has to get dirty he doesn’t mind

It just means he’s one step closer to making you return

He wants you to come running back to him

To hang off his every word as he does now

To kiss his knuckles and tell him how good of a husband he’s been

Malleus Draconia

“I’ve misjudged you…I’d appreciate if you returned home now.”

It's a wake-up call to have you laugh in his face when he says this

Usually, any protests would be met with his immense strength and magical prowess

But too bad his grandmother set him up with someone of near equal standing even worse better you seem to have been training

It was a past time for you as you moved into a non-descript village

All to retreat from a spouse obsessed with the first human to express any interest in him

Now forget all the times you attempted to converse with him or let him ramble about gargoyles

Only to be ignored or spat at for imitating his ‘child of man’

Well if he liked them so much he shouldn’t have minded when you wordlessly took a hiatus from the kingdom

No one seems to miss you, your presence is filled by the buzz of a human being around

But when that human leaves for home or turns in to achieve that sleep they so desperately need

He misses you

Finds even he unexpectedly snaps when his best friend reaches to sit in your chair

What strange magic…for him to wish you were present

He finds you easily 

And is surprised when you wretch in disgust when he arrives

And if you’ve taken a guardian role to some poor orphan child they copy the behavior

Constantly reminding him of your supposed dislike 

He’s not fond of this version of you at all

So he lingers like a dog kicked outside

Watching from a close distance as you live your new life

Sparking something in him as he finds you absolutely alluring at every angle

Suddenly that human’s pleas for his return become the static of something irritating

He needed you to come back and if a distraction was what was stopping you then so be it

But you’re so empathetic they might prove themselves useful as the king’s bargaining chip

[kiyomitakada]

okay fuck it i went to a leonardo da vinci exhibit today and now i have a leonardo da vinci death note AU in my head because i am a parody of myself so you can fucking have it i guess what do i even do with this

light yagami: young genius polymath who is good at literally everything

unfortunately for him he is a foreigner in italia (his family immigrated) so the government is not letting him anywhere near their weaponry projects. instead he does art. yes light yagami painted the mona lisa no i do not take criticism i’m in too deep

his portraits are predictably amazing. smash hit. soon aristocracy from all over italy is contacting him to draw them and their mother. this means he doesnt even have time in the day to draw giant fuckoff warship designs anymore. what point is there to life, he sulks.

eventually he accepts a commission from one kyosuke higuchi! we’re italianizing him because i really don’t think this AU works otherwise but let’s call him higuchi anyway. higuchi is a fifty-something duke of something or other who has recently married one misa amane who is twenty-something (the same age as light). misa is the subject of the portrait because higuchi just loves his darling wife so much (read: they had a shotgun wedding and higuchi needs to keep up appearances)

light is like wow someone who isn’t white it’s been like five years. i kind of feel bad for her, this situation is very suspicious. hello miss amane if you’ll just sit down over there while i get my brushes

misa (seeing the first person who has been even remotely sympathetic to her absolutely horrific life, noticing he hasn’t tried to make any advances on her at all [this is a good thing]): I AM DRASTICALLY IN LOVE WITH YOU.

light: what

misa’s plan of seducing light predictably fails because he’s light, so she explains she has to get the fuck away from higuchi somehow

light is like okay well i am sorry to hear that but what does this have to do with me.

misa, tearing up: im a damsel in distress! also i can get you information about his court

light: whats his job

misa: financial advisor

light: oh fuck yes okay

so light’s plan is now to worm into the yotsuba court to get funding and hopefully sway them enough to let him pitch his cool weaponry ideas so he can Change The World. he does need income in general too (both for himself and his family; expected lifespan was way shorter then obviously).

misa’s plan is to kill higuchi somehow which will be much easier with light as backup she thinks

so. light packs up and moves to the yotsuba court which is thrilled to have THE light yagami portrait artist (i do more than portraits…) in their employ

oh yeah, misa mentions, the prince of the yotsuba court is kind of… weird

light: you could have told me this before

misa: ehe. dont worry about it!! it’s just um. he had a weird personality shift a few years ago? and now he refuses to wear royal attire. he always dresses like a peasant.

light: well it’s not like i’m going to be there to judge him on fashion am i.

THAT’S RIGHT. SIKE THIS IS AN ISEKAI NOW. yes L does remember light killing him <3 he (L) woke up in fifteenth century renaissance italy in a twenty-something-year-old body immediately after the heart attack. by some miracle he already knew italian.

so everything is going swell until one day light walks into his workshop to find the prince flipping through his notebook

light, sleep deprived: hey what the fu—i mean. uh. good morning your highness

there’s no need for that formality. call me L.

(…but your name doesn’t start with an L?) thank you, your highness L. um. sorry i know my handwriting’s messy.

on the contrary i find it completely readable, as long as one reads backwards and caesar shifts it three letters forward.

(oh SHIT he’s onto me) haha what are you talking about?

in fact i think this mechanical dragonfly contraption is rather ingenious.

oh aha that’s not important, just a passing fancy honestly

[ignoring him] if only you had some better way of providing torque, because as it stands the spring engine is extremely poorly designed.

what the fuck did you just say to me

[they end up physically fighting over the notebook because of course they do. meet cute!]

some more details:

ryuk is the patron light eventually gets after being in higuchi’s court for a bit

rem is higuchi’s personal assistant, who was disowned by her own royal-blooded family because her family sucks. she hates her job. if it weren’t for misa she’d probably be on the other side of the country by now

i don’t know where the wammy kids are. they’re definitely competing to be the heir to L’s throne but also they’re not related because there is no way that all the wammy kids (the whole orphanage of wammy kids) could have come from the same person. maybe some kind of insufferably high collar royal boarding school? did they even have those? help me

kiyomi and teru are both advisors in other courts (which are extremely corrupt, light seethes, in his perfect world there wont be any of those anymore) (you work for a court light) (thats different)

okay i’m done for today. you never know about tomorrow though. /threat.

[ @deathnotetober day 12: isekai ]

[hibiscuswrites]

If you have the time, could I please request a HC/would include of Ray accidentally dialing the wrong number and it ends up being his future SO? Like maybe he’s in jail and they start talking by accident and it’s a super slow process but they begin to trust each other and end up meeting/falling in love? 🌺

This idea fucked. me. up.

He was just trying to call his boy

Blow off some steam

Shoot the shit before his time ran out and he had to go back to his cell

He was scratching at the paint on the phone while he waited, hearing the line click and expecting to hear the deep voice of his friend

But instead its a much softer voice

One he's never heard before

"Hello?"

And his brows knit because who the fuck is this?

He doesn't have to wonder long though

"Uh, hi. Ray was it? Yeah uh, you have the wrong number. Sorry. I didn't want to hang up before the call connected so you wouldn't waste your time calling again and again. Not sure who you're trying to reach but...this isn't them."

Your laugh is awkward yet...endearing

Soft and light

Such a contrast to what he hears in here

Not to mention, he hasn't had a woman laugh in his ear in quite some time

Even if it's through this shitty phone

He chuckles himself and leans against the wall

"Yeah, I guess not. Tony could never sound so beautiful."

You laugh again and Ray smiles on instinct at the sound

Shocked that you haven't hung up yet

You knew he was an inmate

The collect call always tells you ahead of time

So that meant you stayed on the call and accepted anyway

Just like you said, so he wouldn't waste his call time

And the thought is so selfless that he doesn't wanna hang up

He expects you to though

So he lies

"Well, they don't really let us call another number once we dial. We only get the five minutes with one number. If they don't pick up or we get cut off, tough shit. So maybe we could talk for the next...four minutes and 20 seconds?"

It's a shot in the dark and he's 100% expecting the line to click

"Oh, well...ok. Not sure what you want to talk about, stranger."

You laugh again and so does he

"What's your name?"

The silence stretches for a bit and Ray winces, feeling like he fucked it up

"Nevermind, it's all good. I'll call you Sunshine, since that's how your voice sounds."

He knows it is ridiculous

Spitting game to a girl he doesn't know and will never speak to again, but it's enough to pass the time

Your laugh is sweet like honey when it passes through the receiver and even though he has no idea what you look like, he can almost see you roll your eyes

"Smooth talker, I see."

"I try."

The rest of the call goes by the same, him flirting gently and you laughing until the automated voice signals that the call is going to end in 30 seconds

And against his better judgment, he calls again the next day

And you pick up again

The days pass like that, his light flirting and you entertaining him

He asks what you ate today and you tell him in elaborate detail to where he can almost taste it

Asks what the weather is like and your words are so vivid, it paints the picture for him to where he feels like he can see through your eyes

He longs and yearns for your voice and talks

Soon enough, you've been talking every day, him getting your name and stopping with the flirting once he realizes that he's actually into you

And the days turn into weeks

Weeks into months

You send him a picture of yourself, praying that doing so isn't a mistake

And he sends you one back of himself

You write letters to each other

Video calls when he can

He has another inmate paint a portrait of you and sends it as a gift

And before either of you realize, his release date is coming up

He extends the offer to see if you'd be willing to meet him, and even though he wants to, he wouldn't be hurt or offended if you refused

Proud and understanding of your apprehension

So he offers to meet in a crowded public place if you're willing and you are

Both of you sporting each other under the bright sun in the local farmers market

Your eyes brighter than he ever could've imagined

Your smile enough to make his heart feel like a puddle of warm butter

He stands before you and stuffs his hands into his pockets, itching to touch you but not daring to

"Hi, Sunshine."

And the twinkle in your eye as you gaze at him is enough to convince him that punching the number in wrong that day was the best mistake he's ever made

"Hi, Stranger."

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[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Vampire Felix) 5.3k, yandere, vampires, stalking, creep, kidnapping, trespassing, breaking and entering, non-con, dub-con, smut, blood, biting, pussy licking, penetration, implied somnophilia, fingering, cream pie, manipulation, mind control, pheromones, aphrodisiac (@starillusion13)

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you… uh… what’s your name again?”

“Felix.”

“Right, sorry. You don’t look that familiar to me.”

“It’s okay. I mostly hang around in the back of the classroom.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

“Since we’re partners for the final, what do you want to do?”

“Well, do you want to go to the library to discuss the project?”

“I actually have an idea for it.”

“Really? Let’s hear it then.”

“Since we’re supposed to pick a theme, I was thinking vision.”

“Vision?”

“A lot of times photography is about capturing a moment, but what if we create one instead. You could think of some sort of vision you have in mind, and we can go around the city trying to recreate it. That way we can capture multiple ideas under one theme.”

“Hm. I kinda like that.”

“Yeah? I was thinking you could be the model, since it’s your visions we’re gonna bring to life.”

“Me? I don’t know, I’m usually behind the camera.”

“Then this is a great opportunity to try something new. I’ll capture you in the beautifulest of portraits.”

“Alright. I’ll think about it, but I like the theme of vision.”

“Cool. I do have some prior engagements, so why don’t we meet up tomorrow in the courtyard.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“See you then.”

School was always gonna be a challenge with a photography major, but you wanted to pursue your passions and were fortunate enough to do so. You had been told to partner up for the final project, which would be a whole exhibition on a topic of your choosing that demonstrates the things you’ve learned in class. You liked Felix’s idea, so that night you began thinking of ideas, knowing this was also a great opportunity to explore the city. Before knocking out you made an outline for the project, feeling proud, and eager to show Felix the next day.

🖤

“Over here!”

When you got to the courtyard you began looking around for Felix, but he spotted you first and called you over. You had brought your notes from the other day, ready to brainstorm for the project.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting long.”

“I just got here a minute ago. So, did you think about my suggestion?”

“Yes, and I got some ideas.”

The two of you went over your notes, and reworked everything to fit the theme. You began outlining the type of shots you wanted to get, and where to go. Some were definitely gonna be left blank as you might just find a good place while walking around the city.

“You’re gonna model for all these, right?”

“I… I could do a few. This is our project, you should be photographed as well.”

“I much prefer being behind the camera to capture such precious moments. Let’s just start with you as the model and see how you feel, okay?”

“We can do that.”

You agreed on the date and where to meet, making sure you both still had time for other assignments. You were really looking forward to the big day. You had gone out into the city to take pictures before, but this would be your first photography outing with someone else. It was going to be a whole new experience. On the day you and Felix met up on campus before setting out into the city. You thought it best to take public transportation to really immerse yourself in the city and see what it had to offer. Felix was already taking pictures though, glancing out the window, and pointing the lens at you.

“Felix, cut it out. We’re not even at our shooting location.”

“Yeah, but these kinds of shots are gold. If you don’t mind.”

“I have to look at them first before you decide to keep anything.”

“Deal.”

You had your itinerary to follow, but were open to spontaneous shots if the situation arised.  You took some pictures at well known tourist locations, as well as landmarks. A few places caught your attention and you made some stops along the way. 

“Hey, why don’t we stop to get a drink. I know a good place around here.”

“Sure.”

Felix led you over to this drink cafe nearby, and you were so surprised to see it too. This place was one of your favorite places, and you couldn’t hide your excitement.

“What a coincidence.”

“I knew you’d like it.” Felix commented. “Drinks on me.”

You couldn’t really argue with him as he kept you away from the cashier so he could pay. You both hung around the cafe to enjoy your drinks and get some rest. You looked at the pictures you had taken so far, liking the vibes. It made you a bit shy as well, being the model in the photos. Felix did such a good job to capture you in such a beautiful way, it was hard to believe that was you in the pictures.

“You’re a really good photographer.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice.”

“So, what’s your plan for the future? Open up a studio?”

“I’m not so sure. What I really want to do is keep photographing the things I like. That would be enough for me.”

“Oh, you could be some exclusive photographer who only takes pictures if he likes what he sees. People would pay a lot of money for someone like that.”

“I already do that, although I am curious how much people would pay.”

“Lots. Your portfolio must look incredible.”

“I could show you after this. My loft isn’t far from campus.”

“I didn’t know you had your own place.”

“It’s been my home for a while now. A great view, quiet neighbors, and plenty of space for my work. You’re more than welcome to come over.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Once you finished up you were back on the road, continuing with your plan. By then you felt more confident and comfortable in front of the lens. Felix also played a big part in making you feel less nervous, treating you like a professional and giving you directions and compliments. You found yourself smiling so wide for the pictures, genuinely enjoying yourself. Around lunchtime Felix suggested a place, and to your surprise it was a restaurant you had been to back in your freshman year. You hadn’t had a chance to return despite wanting to, and it seemed that today would be that day.

“The food was so good the last time I was here. I hope it still is.”

“I’m sure it is.”

“How’d you know about this place anyway?”

“I stumbled upon it while wandering the city following my heart.”

“Poetic.”

“Thanks.”

“But we are gonna go half on the bill, at least, since I doubt you’d let this be my treat.”

“I’ll allow half.”

“Good.”

The food was as delicious as before, and it just made the day all the more enjoyable. The last few stops for the evening would be a bit more challenging as you were running out of daylight, and some places wouldn’t give such good results so late at night. You agreed to try to finish up another day, but what you had so far was pretty good and you could make it work for your project. Since you were pretty much done for the day you went to Felix’s loft, quite excited to see his place.

He lived on one of the top floors of the , and as soon as he opened the door you felt more like you were walking into his work studio. He had pictures all over the place, and it seemed that he painted as well. It was hard to deny his talent and you couldn’t believe he wasn’t already working and building his career.

“Felix… how haven’t you gotten an internship at least, all this work is amazing!”

“I like what I do, and I’m not so sure I want to listen to someone else order me around in regards to my work.”

“I get that. I’m not entirely eager to get told how to take my pictures.”

“Since you’re here, how about we order dinner? Campus isn’t that far as you know, so I can walk you back later.”

“Sure. That sounds awesome.”

“Cool. Now, I do know I brought you here to see my portfolio, this isn’t really it, so just give me a moment so-” Felix’s phone suddenly began ringing. “Oh, I gotta take this. I’ll be right back after this call with that portfolio. Feel free to look around.”

“Thanks.”

You walked around the loft, taking in all of the different pictures and pieces of art. You were left in such awe, wondering how someone this talented was still a student. While browsing you notice a light over a door. Curiosity got the best of you and you went over to investigate. The door itself was different and it felt oddly familiar, then it hit you. This was a darkroom. Some of the pictures you had seen were film, but it was cool to see Felix could develop his pictures at home. When he got back you’d certainly ask to go inside. Before going back to the main area you noticed a table in the hall, and what seemed to be a photo album on top of it.

The color on the binding was your favorite and you were curious to see what kind of pictures Felix had stored in an album. You picked it up and opened it up to a random page. Your previous calm and intrigue quickly melted away, replaced with confusion. The pictures staring back at you were like a reflection. Every picture was of you, and you weren’t looking into the lens, meaning they had been taken without your knowledge. Some of the pictures you couldn’t really recognize as they were so mundane. Images of you studying in the school library, standing in line to order, side profiles of you in class. There were just so many, and when you came across a certain one you froze.

The picture you stared at was of you at senior prom, dancing with your friends as you didn’t really have a date. You were so happy and blissfully unaware that someone had been watching you. That image really let you know how long you had been under surveillance. You were an upperclassman in uni now, and all along someone had been following you. At the moment you began to feel sick, but what you really needed to do was run. You dropped the album and ran back over to the door, getting your bag and fumbling to get your shoes on. The sound of your heart pounding was filling your ears, and tears were blurring your vision. You were so scared.

“Y/n.”

Felix suddenly appeared, grabbing your arm and pulling you to face him. You screamed and shoved him back. He looked genuinely confused and worried which freaked you out all the more. Before he could say more you scrambled to get the pepper spray from your bag and blast Felix with it. He yelled and stumbled back, giving you the chance to escape. You kept the pepper spray in hand as you made your way down to the ground floor, desperately hailing a cab to get you out of there. Once inside you blurted out to be taken to the airport, starting to calm down as the vehicle began moving.

You were processing for a long while, forgetting your situation until the cab driver asked if you were going to pick someone up or were getting on a flight. Your head wasn’t clear, but you could at least think better. You apologized to the cab driver and asked them to take you back to campus, telling them you had drank too much. They seemed confused but made no other comment. Thankfully it wasn’t that late when you got back to campus, other students were still around but you paid them no mind. You hurried back to your dorm and were relieved once back in your own bed. Your roommate had a late class, so for the moment you were all alone.

Now you could let everything process and settle in. You rushed to the bathroom and threw up. The few pictures you saw flashed through your eyes, making you very aware of the lack of privacy you truly had. Despite being fully clothed you felt naked, and you started to wonder if you were even safe in your own dorm. In a bit of a panic you looked all over your room, searching for potential hidden cameras. You even went on the internet to find out ways of discovering hidden cameras, but you seemed to be in the clear. For the time being you could breathe easy, but you started to realize what came next. You needed to report this to the police. That guy had so many pictures of you, and who knew what else.

You waited for your roommate to get back, not wanting to go to the police station alone. They didn’t have all the details, but they understood you were scared. The two of you made your way to the police station, making a report. Unfortunately they couldn’t do much given that you weren’t hurt in any way, physically that is. Also, the only evidence was your word, and the police couldn’t get a warrant to search his place without a real cause. Misu was about to start arguing but you held her back, knowing there wasn’t a point. At the moment the police couldn’t do anything, not even a restraining order.

You left the station, feeling worse than before. Even though you were falling apart again Misu had the resolve for the both of you. For starters she wanted to go to your photography class professor, hoping to get you two separated for the final project. It was getting late, so you knew there was a chance the professor would be gone, but to your surprise they were still around. They knew you, but not Misu since she wasn’t a photography major. Still, your friend was quick to speak on your behalf, explaining the situation to the best of her ability, only to be hit with a confusing statement.

“I’m sorry, who’s Felix?”

“Huh? Her partner for-”

“Y/n is doing the final on her own. That’s what you asked of me, remember?”

“I… no… no you assigned partners for everyone, and I was placed with Felix…”

“There isn’t a Felix in your class, and partners were optional. Not everyone is partnered up with someone for the final. Are you alright?”

“I… uh…”

“Let’s go.” Misu stated. “Have a good night.”

You were still stuck in your own head as Misu led you outside the office. They were just as confused as you, but mostly worried. You weren’t lying about this guy you had spent a whole day with. She knew about Felix, but there seemed to be more.

“Okay, a lot happened today, so how about we get back to the dorm and rest. We can figure out more tomorrow.”

“I’m not lying…”

“I know, but we both need time to process. Let’s go, and we can figure out a new plan once our head’s on straight.”

“Okay…”

You got back to the dorm, Misu hoping into the shower. You curled up on your bed, trying to figure out what was going on with you. The day had started off so well, and now you were so lost. A knock at the door pulled you back to reality, probably a dormmate needing to borrow something. You didn’t think twice about opening the door, and that was your mistake.

“Y/n, are you okay!?”

Felix was suddenly pushing his way into your room, taking your head in his hands, looking you up and down with big worried eyes. You were frozen in fear, unable to react. A part of you thought maybe you were imagining things, cause this just wasn’t possible.

“I was so scared something might have happened to you when you ran out like that.”

“… you… you… let go!”

After a moment you managed to snap yourself out of your daze, pulling yourself out of Felix’s grasp, but it was only for a moment. He was quick to grab your shoulders and hold you in place, still giving you those worried eyes.

“Why’d you just storm out like that? I-”

“Let go, you psycho! I saw the photo album! You have all those pictures of me! Stalker!”

“Oh… you saw that…”

“I don’t know how you found me but you need to leave!”

You had tears running down your cheeks, your heart once again pounding in your chest. You had no idea what Felix was capable of, yet you had the strength to be brave and stand up for yourself. Although you weren’t alone. A moment later Misu stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t need any information. This was a female dorm, so any guy around was bad news, and she could see you weren’t okay.

“Get out!”

“Sleep.”

You saw a flash of red in Felix’s eyes as he looked at Misu, and then she collapsed to the ground. Chills ran down your spine, and Felix’s attention slowly returned to you. 

“… what… what are you…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to find out this way. I thought I could do this for a few more years.” Felix took your head in his hands once more. “That I could just watch you from afar, admire your beauty and see you live your life, but today… it was so wonderful being with you… and it makes me all the more afraid to leave you out in the world… it’s not safe and I’m the only one who can protect you.”

“… no… no you… you’re crazy…”

“Sh, sh, I know you must be so confused, but everything is going to be okay, just… just let me have this… let me have you… I’ll take care of everything.”

“I… I…”

You didn’t get much time to respond before Felix’s lips were pressed against yours, pulling you close into a deeper kiss. It felt needy and desperate, as if he had been holding back for so long and was finally letting go. When he pulled away for air you pushed him back, getting out of his grasp. You wiped the taste of him off your lips, your mind racing with thoughts you couldn’t comprehend.

“… get out… please… just…”

“I can’t just leave you alone anymore.”

In the blink of an eye you were pinned to the wall, Felix staring you down with red glowing eyes. A scream creeped up your throat, but Felix was quick to die it down by kissing you once more. This time he was more needy, holding you tightly and practically trying to eat you. A moan escaped your lips, and you mentally cursed yourself out for enjoying this. He was a creep, your stalker, and this wasn’t right. You tried to push him off, but he didn’t budge at all.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I want to be the one to deflower you. I feared you’d be ruined your prom night, but no one was brave enough to try. I might have lost my mind if someone did this before me. Thank you for waiting.”

“Felix-”

“I won’t hurt you, I never could.” Felix smiled at you. “Let me have a taste.”

For a moment you saw a flash of fangs. You couldn’t process that fast enough before they had dug into your neck. Your eyes went wide from the shock, feeling the sting of skin breaking. You thought you’d yell, but instead another moan slipped from your lips. A warm and pleasurable sensation began to spread across your body, pulling you under. When Felix pulled away you could vaguely make out the red on his lips.

“You taste divine. So delicious.”

A part of you knew this wasn’t good, but you could do little to fight the exhaustion creeping up. You weakly grabbed Felix’s arms, but it was hard to keep your eyes open. It wasn’t long before darkness took hold and swallowed you whole.

🖤

You began to regain consciousness with a whimper, feeling something heavy on top of your body. As you opened your eyes you saw that you didn’t recognize the room you were in, but that was the least of your problems. You felt cold, starting to realize you were completely naked, and that heaviness on top of you was another person. Felix was on top of you, kissing at your bare chest. You shivered as he ran his fangs along your stomach. Then red eyes slowly looked up at you, making you grow fearful.

“You’re awake… sorry about before… I drank more than I meant to.” Felix began crawling up towards you. “But you just tasted so good. It’s okay now, we’re home, and I’m going to show you just how good I can make you feel.”

“Felix… what… what are-”

“Sh, just enjoy it, you deserve nothing less than perfection.”

You couldn’t move as Felix was fully on top of you, staring you down with those red eyes, fangs out and present. You thought you were dreaming before, but reality was staring you right in the face. He was a vampire, and you had no idea what else he was capable of. He was aware that you were nervous, scared, but he intended to melt that all away. He leaned down to kiss you, softly this time, and you could feel his fangs right against your lips. You tried to move away, but that just ended with you cutting your lip on his fangs. You yelped, and Felix quickly stopped. He grabbed your chin, holding you still as he licked the drop of blood blossoming from your lips, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Even from a distance your blood always drove me insane. To taste it now… such sweet bliss.”

Felix kissing you now was strange as you got a taste of your own blood from him, but he didn’t stay on your lips for long. He began leaving bloody kisses down your chest, making you shiver. His hands trailed down your sides, getting to your thighs and massaging them before pushing your legs apart. You yelped, trying to close your legs, but he kept them open.

“Easy, I won’t bite down there. I just want to taste everything.”

A smirk adorned his lips when your eyes met before he buried his face in your center. You threw your head back as you felt his tongue between your folds, the wet and slimy sensation making your face burn. He seemed to know what he was doing, teasing you slowly and softly, sucking on your clit and giving it a little nibble. Your whole body was growing hot, and you felt nervous in an exciting way. He was right about you being a virgin. No one ever really asked you out, and you weren’t exactly looking for a one night stand. So this was all new to you, and you had no other point of reference, so it all felt incredible.

You were getting lost in the feeling, starting to forget about the other things going on. Felix’s lips moved up, getting back to your stomach. He was covered in your slick, leaving slimy kisses on your body. Soon you felt fingers teasing you down there, making you shiver. You wanted to say something, perhaps get him to stop, but you didn’t want him to, not really. It all felt so nice and you wanted to see it to the end. Felix loomed over you as his fingers started working you over, watching you smile, seeing that you were enjoying yourself. He couldn’t help himself while watching, diving down into the crook of your neck to bite you. No blood drinking, but just to pump you full of pheromones and add to the experience.

A mewl escaped your lips as your eyes went wide, feeling this added sensation course through you. It set a fire along your skin, and any touch just created sparks. You started begging, wanting something you couldn’t really comprehend, but Felix knew what it was. He pressed his lips to yours, letting you get a taste of yourself. While you were distracted he pulled away his fingers, wrapping your legs around his waist as he guided himself into you. A loud moan came from your lips as you felt yourself getting stretched open. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth hung open. It hurt for a moment before you started to get used to the feeling. Felix’s hot breath was against your ear, the whimpers and moans, along with his words of joy over being the one to make you feel so good.

He couldn’t resist, and started moving inside you, seeing you take everything so well. You were a shaking mess beneath him, clearly experiencing this for the first time. It just motivated him all the more to keep going, wanting to see you completely fall apart. He kept a steady rhythm at first, wanting to drag this out for as long as he could, but his own desires would soon override him. He wanted to turn you into a babbling mess of pleasure as his thrust got harder, rubbing against your sweet spot every time. Of course he couldn’t resist his own temptation and bit you once more, drinking your blood and pumping you full of pheromones. It was all so overwhelming you swear you saw white in the moment.

“F… Felix…”

“It’s okay, I got you, just feel it.”

Felix stole another kiss from you, ultimately pushing you over the edge as you couldn’t possibly hold back anymore. You moaned into the kiss, shaking under him as he kept moving, taking advantage of your sensitive state and wanting to make this pleasurable feeling last as long as possible. It was sweet torture as these sparks of euphoria coursed through, clouding your judgment and just making you crave more. Felix was the same. Even as you came down from your high he wanted to do it again and again. To make you melt in his embrace and love him the same way he has always wanted you.

There was no time to rest for you as Felix kept going, working you over to another orgasm before you knew it. He had so much strength and stamina you couldn’t possibly keep up with him, but you didn’t want him to stop. He knew your feelings well, holding back until he couldn’t anymore and spilling his seed inside you. The way you sucked him in and held him let him know everything. You were here with him, and you were doing so well. He was far from done, and you couldn’t take much more of it, but everything would be alright in the end. You knew that, even in your semi conscious state. Felix was gonna make you feel pleasure like never before, like no one else could ever give you.

🖤

You had no idea when you had passed out, but waking in the morning told you everything. Your body was sore, and you could barely move. You had a stiff pain in your neck, but there wasn’t much you could do. After a moment you realized you were alone, and in a vaguely familiar room. Memories of last night began to surface and you felt your face burn from embarrassment. None of this was okay, and you needed to get away from this place. You mustered up the strength to sit up, but that was about it. A moment later you fell back onto the pillow, too exhausted to do anything.

“You’re up.”

You heard the door open and Felix walked in with a tray in hand. He seemed perfectly fine, quite beautiful in fact. His smile was so bright and he sat at your bedside, placing the tray on the nightstand. He gently caressed your cheeks, looking at you with such love. You knew what he really was, but you couldn’t do much to escape him at the moment.

“You must be exhausted, but it’s okay, you can just stay in bed today.”

“Felix… what… where am I…?”

“This? It’s your room. I’ve had it prepared for a while now, and I’m happy you’re finally here. I filled the closet with clothes that would suit you, and this all seems to be your taste. Do let me know if you need anything else.”

“I… I want to go home… I need to go home…”

“No, no, you need to stay here where you’re safe, where I can properly look after you. I can’t let anyone hurt you.”

“The only one who’s done that is you.”

“I didn’t hurt you. We had fun last night, and I’m here to take care of you now.”

You weren’t really sure what he meant, but Felix helped you sit up, resting your back against the headboard. He helped you drink some water and cranberry juice, then began to apply some ointments over your skin. You couldn’t move away from him as your body didn’t have the strength. His touch was gentle though, and he held you with such care.

“… why… why are you doing this… why me…?”

“Hm… I just saw you one day, and you caught my eye. I had to know more about you, and one thing just led to another. It was like bird watching. You find something so beautiful and you just want to watch it, see what it does with its life.”

“… how long… how long have you been watching me?”

“Just a few years. I was so excited when you chose to go out of state for college. I would get to see you in a whole new environment. Although I had forgotten how awful the real world could be. The last thing I wanted to see was your suffering. I wanted to intervene but that would ruin your beauty. I really thought I could just sit back and watch… but everyday the temptation grew greater… I always wanted to meet you, but later in your life�� at least that was the plan.” Felix chuckled. “I really couldn’t help myself anymore. Your pictures weren’t enough, seeing you from a distance wasn’t enough. I got closer and closer until I couldn’t hold back anymore. This final project seemed like the perfect time to introduce myself but being at your side… you were so mesmerizing, I didn’t want to let you go. I don’t want the world to hurt you, I won’t let it, so I’m going to keep you safe, you can trust me.”

“No, no, Felix this is wrong. Everything you’ve said-”

“Sh, sh, sh, I know it’s a lot to take in at once, but you’ll understand in time. I must do this to preserve your beauty, your innocence. I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

“Felix, please.”

“It’s okay. You’ll come around eventually, and I have all the time in the world.”

Felix smiled brightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You had more to say, still freaking out on the inside, but a wave of red light seemed to calm you down. In fact it was making you feel tired, and your eyelids began to grow heavy. You didn’t want to fall asleep, but it was out of your control now. Felix tucked you back into bed, gently caressing your face, and placing another kiss on your head.

“Sweet dreams, my beautiful flower.”

[aluria-sevhex]

HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSS

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

notes:

-aight i'm back yippee

-title theme my beloved

-i always find it so funny when an enemy tries to freeze Mira

-gonna try this boss again

-ok i think i'll just replay Floor 3 on this loop instead of looping forward after i find out another one of Bonnie's favorite foods so i can build up everybody's stats

-OH. BONNIE OVERHEARD THE DEATH CONVERSATION.

-heh Bonnie slapped Siffrin

-uh... the audio is REALLY ominous...

-oh, Bonnie...

-WAIT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT DID I JUST LOOP SLIGHTLY BACK IN THE PAST?

-Siffrin you ok i don't think that was helping ur mental health issues your eye is covered in shadow in your dialogue portrait

-i will once again NOT kill Siffrin via anaphylaxis. i will take the fish head

-...i didn't. get info on Bonnie's favorite foods this time.

-ok according to the save screen that didn't count as a loop

-anyway time to try looping to get the Bonnie snack info

-hey... the Tear dialogue isn't as silly anymore (it just says yes or no without the 'looping time' or 'living time')

-hey i didn't skip any loops this time!

-time to kill this pair of assholes again

-"carry my ashes with you" aw that's a sweet dialogue option

-i am so tempted to kill Siffrin. but i won't.

-awwww... i talked to Bonnie and now Sif is comforting them

-ok how the fuck do i get the info. BONNIE PLS.

-hold up. does Siffrin no longer nod when zoning out? :((((

-WAIT FUCK DID I FORGET TO GET THE KEY ON FLOOR 2.

-...Mira's roommate. was learning to make bombs. why???

-lol Isa knows how to make a bomb

-Mira has anti-anxiety meds. this makes a lot of sense tbh

-...what are these papers for???

-so i decided to try using the silver coin since a person said that you can do something with it related to the croissant lore. and it said "you think about the Incident" or smth like that lol

-lol Sif forgot the term 'stuffed animal'

-idk why but it feels like a lot of Craft skills are like. slower. or have bigger cooldowns in Act 3. even tho i KNOW they don't and my brain is fucking with me

-ok the game accounted for the key thing

-in the bathroom again

-Sif is calming themself again and figuring out what to do

-Siffrin, self-loathing and calling yourself stupid won't help :(

-i zoned out at some minor dialogue but i don't remember what the dialogue was the first time so i am fucking clueless about what was going on with a choice i made. sorry Mira idk why i 'saved you' by smacking your mouth ;_;

-i love getting to obliterate weaker Rock enemies with Paper α V

-i have now gotten Sif to level 60

-sometimes it's nice to take a break and talk to Loop

-wait a sec. doesn't one of the lower floors have a sharpening stone?

-ok it's been a while and now i have everybody back to level 52. time to kick the asses of the 3rd floor boss

-ooo Odile got a new skill

-time for the last snack break!

-Bonnie's upset now because i didn't try the fritters D:

-time to face the King again... and hopefully talk to him

-welp. *that* didn't work

-oh nvm now i can ask him questions via the Craft menu!

-you. you can give the King the flower.

-yeah the characters have a point! why Vaugarde specifically?

-the King is NOT responsible but he says Siffrin has an odd smell. huh... the only other things where an odd smell has been noted is Bonnie saying the star crest Sadnesses smell odd... but if Sif had that smell then it would've been noticed sooner...

-dude. how rude to say that if Siffrin doesn't understand Time Craft they can't understand the King's methods. maybe i should read more on Time Craft in one of the libraries? or that one book on craftonomy...

-the "you have heard this before" for zoning out got more and more annoyed

-once again. what does the King need to say?

-hm i was talking to Odile and Bonnie piped in really excitedly that they have more pineapple in their pocket

-GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MIRABELLE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU STOPPED ISA'S CONFESSION ToT

-time to talk to Euphrasie and loop again ig

-hey what's that in her hair?

-"you inhale sharply, almost choking on the smell of burnt sugar around you" BURNT SUGAR BURNT SUGAR THAT'S THE SMELL OF TIME SHENANIGANS AS SEEN WITH THOSE SADNESSES

-SAY SOMETHING ELSE EUPHRASIE

-how do i get the familytale?

-ok i talked to Odile and i'm gonna help her!

-am i gonna have to go all over town for this?

lmao yeah i think i will

-oh hey the wizard-loving kid is named Manon

-oh my god. i have to go back to the boulanger

-FINALLY

-:O THERE IS NO RESEARCH???

-oh THAT'S why Odile is in Vaugarde

-oh... her mom left... all of her travels here have been to try to reconnect with that part of her...

-HEY SIFFRIN I AM ONCE AGAIN ASKING WHERE THE *FUCK* ARE YOU FROM?

-damn. bro has amnesia

-LMAO I ASKED MIRA ABOUT THE PAPERS AND THE BATTLE THEME STARTED

-...bonding proposals???

-oh my god Mira joined a dating website group

-"we have one of those at home"

-"oh, i don't have a type! i like all kinds of people equally!" is this in a bi way or an aro way

-YEAH AROMANTIC REPRESENTATION

-DIVERSITY WIN! THE KICKASS HANDMAIDEN WHO'S IMMUNE TO BEING FROZEN IN TIME AND THE SORT-OF CHOSEN ONE IS ARO!!! I FUCKING CALLED IT YEAHHHHHHHH :D

-oh, Mira :( you're not the problem you don't have to do anything like that you're not comfortable with

-hm this game is dealing with personal identity a lot

-:( :( :( oh, Mira...

-DIVERSITY WIN!!! THE SKETCHY WANDERER STUCK IN A TIME LOOP WITH MENTAL HEALTH PROBLEMS IS ACE!!!

-MY BLORBOS ARE ACE AND AROACE FUCK YEAH I AM SO HAPPY

-FUCK IT I'M POSTING NOW

SERIOUSLY THO I DON'T THINK I CAN ACCURATELY CONVEY HOW FUCKING HAPPY THIS PART IS MAKING ME. TWO OF MY FAVORITES ARE ACE AND AROACE HELL FUCKING YES

[milolunde]

Every wish (and rule + misc. magic) in Fairly Oddparents: A New Wish

Edit: Some wishes and notable magic might be missing or misrepresented. Now that the show is on Netflix, I'll revise the list and double check anything I misheard when I have time.

Season 1

Episode 1, Fly!

Hazel: I wish Antony were here to help me unpack. And keep me talking to a bunch of rocks. (no fairies)

Hazel: I’d like to wish for… unlimited wishes! (Rocktilda is not a fairy)

(Not wishes: Cosmo poofs up a jar of pennies; A can of condensed milk; Wanda poofs a venus fly trap; Cosmo, a portrait of him and Wanda…Cosmo shrinks Angela’s book… Wanda rebuilds a shelf…Cosmo fixes a crack in the wall then covers it with a picture of himself; Wanda replaces the picture. Wanda poofs the door open/poofs it out of existence… they magic up random mail. Wanda teleports in front of the apartment building door. Cosmo crashes into her and that opens the door, I guess.)

Hazel: I wish (Wanda: Uh oh, she said the magic word.) Hazel: I wish! (Cosmo: She said it again! Wanda: You know what happens when we hear the magic word!) Hazel: I wish I could just fly to Antony myself! (They both poof into fairies; their wands uncontrollably turn Hazel into a fly… Wanda: The intensity of your wish activated our magic)

(Cosmo makes a trail of fries back to the apartment then traps Fly-Hazel in a jar)

(Trying to turn Hazel back into a human, Cosmo turns a plant, a toaster, and himself, into Hazel… possibly other things off screen. Note: He hits his wand after a few times and says, “Why can’t I work this thing?”)

Hazel: I wish I was human Hazel again

(Cosmo: We have a spell on the front door that lets us choose what world we go out into [Fairy World or Earth])

Episode 2a, The Department of Magical Violations

Hazel has already made 99 wishes and her 100th wish was “on Cosmo and Wanda” for a “Fun Fantasy” where Cosmo is a princess in distress by Wanda, an evil seahorse, and Hazel- a knight- has to rescue him.

Hazel: I wish we were back at my house. Thanks for granting my fun wish

Hazel: Ok… I wish- oh no- mind break! Brain bad! THE PRESSURE! (Wish fart)

Jorgen: For this first trial, I am stirpping Cosmo of his wings and his magic and YOU have to make a wish to save his puny life before the time runs out (Jorgen poofs up a giant tower) Hazel: I wish Cosmo had a parachute! No, wait… I wish he had a trampoline instead- is that better?.. I-I wish for a mattress!

Jorgen: You must get everyone dancing or else… Hazel: I wish for a DJ- No! A robot DJ that plays mumble rap- no, beethoven, no! Death Metal!

Hazel: I know exactly what I want. Antony and I used to joke about how silly this bike would look if it were real. Ok, I wish for one of those… those old-timey bicycles? It’s old and it’s got a big wheel and a little wheel and it’s mixed with one of those bikes that Antony likes to ride.

Cookie: Don’t worry Hazel, Cookie knows what you’re wishing for (a fancy car; this is not what Hazel was wishing for)

Da Rules: A child must always get what they want.

Cookie: Go ahead and wish for something. Here’s the latest doll./You want the latest makeup trend? Girl, Boot-IFY yourself!/ Of course! Cookies! All kids love cookies.

Hazel: I wish for a thing that exists but doesn’t. Oh no, I can't think of the name. It's, like, big, but also small. (Wish fart)

Hazel: I wish Cosmo and Wanda were my Fairy Godparents!

Hazel: Without all the pressure, I remember my wish! Penny Farthing Dirt Bike! (Cosmo made a Penny Farting Dirt Bike for himself)

Episode 2b, Teacher’s Pal

(Cosmo and Wanda poof a helmet and safety gear onto Hazel then become the wheels of a skateboard so they can steer it)

Hazel: I wish I could be friends with my teachers (Decreases the teachers’ maturity)

Hazel: I sure wish this (Teacher’s breakroom) were a place for a child

Hazel: I wish everyday could be as fun as today was

Hazel: I wish the teachers were back to normal

Episode 3a, A Dinosaur in Dimmadelphia

Hazel: I wish to see a live dinosaur

Hazel: I wish Barry (the dinosaur) could speak English

Hazel: I wish people weren’t afraid of (Barry)

Hazel: I wish Barry got a job in a dinosaur movie

Hazel: I wish (Barry) had a job at the Dimmsonian museum

Hazel: I wish Barry had a job working with his hands

Hazel: Electric Light Ice Cream for everyone

Episode 3b, Fearless

Hazel: I wish Jasmine was fearless

Hazel: I wish Jasmine was afraid again

Hazel: I wish they were gone (Doesn’t work; fear must be faced once released)

Hazel: I wish for a Hazel stand-in so no one notices I’m gone

(Wanda: According to Da Rules… Fears can only be fought by the one whose fear it is)

Episode 4a, The Wellsington Hotellsington

Hazel: I wish my apartment were a five-star luxury hotel

Hazel: Cosmo, I wish you were a bellhop

Hazel: Wanda I wish you were a concierge

Hazel: I wish I had a security system to keep my mom and dad locked away all night. (Bank vault door and two guard chihuahuas)

Hazel: I wish I had a chicken nugget machine, a giant emu, and a helicopter to call my own

Hazel: I wish you two (Tina Churner and Camera Man) would leave me alone (sends them to the moon…)

Hazel: I wish everything were back to normal

Episode 4b, 1500 Minutes of Fame

Hazel: I wish everyone in the school knew me. I wish to be famous. (Cosmo + Wanda: Fifteen minutes of fame, coming up! [this summons Father Time])

Hazel: Well, whoever’s job it is, then, I wish I was famous at my school! (She gets 1500 minutes- 25 hours)

Hazel: I wish Father TIme was here

Hazel, to Father Time: I need you to end my fifteen minutes of fame early. (Nick of Time shows up and turns Hazel’s regular minutes into New York Minutes)

Hazel, in song: I wish I knew more New York-y things

Episode 5a, 28 Puddings Later

Hazel: I wish everyone had an unlimited supply of School Pudding

Hazel: I wish the pudding was being served after the class picture

Hazel: I wish everyone had an unlimited supply of broccoli pudding

Episode 5b, Trial and Hair-ror

Hazel: I wish my hair had spirit (brings her hair to life. Her name is Diana the Diva. Cosmo thought she wanted her hair to have A spirit)

Hazel: Silk scarf lasso, please

Hazel: Release the hair gel!

(Hazel wins Most Spirited Hair, this somehow isn’t cheating)

Episode 6a, Weird Science

Hazel: I wish my science project worked (this changes the laws of science; also somehow does not count as cheating)

Hazel: I wish everything were back to normal (Wanda: Can it wait, squirt? I’m busy transcending my body. [even when they do cast their magic it doesn’t work])

Hazel: I wish the laws of science were back to normal

Episode 6b, Mystery She Wished

Hazel: I wish I could solve a mystery as a genuine Gumshoe (Cosmo turns her into a shoe stuck in gum. Wanda turns her into a detective)

Hazel: Wish over, I want to be normal Hazel! (Wanda: You wished to be a detective like the ones you saw on TV,. None of them used magic to solve the case. You’re stuck until you solve the mystery.)

Episode 7a, Prime Meridian Love

Hazel: I wish I could go to the dance with Kennueth

Hazel: Oops, I wish Kennueth could breathe air

(Hazel: Why aren’t you hiding? He can’t know about magic. Wanda: Actually, since he’s a fictional character and not a real person Da Rule doesn’t apply)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish Kennueth had a cool outfit for the dance.

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were at the docks

Episode 7b, Stanky Danky

Hazel: I just wish people wouldn’t be such trash monsters. (Cosmo: Did I hear a wish? Wanda: I heard “trash monster” Cosmo: One Trash Monster coming up!)

Hazel: I wish Stanky could say at least a few words

Hazel: I wish this box would take me to Danky

Episode 8a, Peace of Pizza

Hazel: I wish I could convince Dev to participate in kindness day

Hazel: I wish Dev had extra milk he could spare

Hazel: I wish the Pe-Az’s had something big to carry then Dev could do a kind act by holding the door open for them

Hazel: You know, Dev, I sure wish we had some pizza for you right now

Episode 8b, A New Development

Hazel: Dev is so mean, I wish I knew why he acted like that (this pairs Dev and Hazel together for the scavenger hunt)

Episode 9, Lost and Founder’s Day

Hazel: I wish to speak to a Dimmadelphia History Expert- A Dimmastorian.

Hazel: I wish that miserable kid had a new ice cream cone

Hazel: I wish that line moved faster

Hazel: I wish that bouncy was bigger, better, and bouncier!

Dev: I wish I could stay and talk (Not a real wish and it doesn’t get granted, but he said the words so…)

Hazel: I wish the statues weren’t magic anymore (they were never magic)

Episode 10a, Cookie’s Court

(Hazel had a streak of wishes, I’m not counting the hole punches to figure out how many, and earned another fun adventure on Cosmo and Wanda… again, whatever that means. Hazel must save Coswanda rock from a meteor, then she defeats Seahorse Wanda… Hazel says she wished for a talking gut the day before; she still has it)

Hazel: I wish Ferray could talk (Jorgen grants this)

Episode 10b, Work Her Magic

Hazel: I wish I was my mom’s assistant

Hazel: Can you guys…? (Hazel stand-in at school)

Hazel: I need backup! I wish you were in the meeting with me

Hazel: I wish that everything was back to normal! And that I was a kid again!

Episode 11a, Crock to the Future

Marcus: I sure wish (AJ) was coming… Hazel: Dad said the magic word! I wish tonight was extra special for him!

Hazel: I wish Crocker stopped trying to reveal fairies! (the building is covered in a butterfly net so they have no magic… [they can still float])

Episode 11b, Battle of the Dimmsonian

Dev: I wish everyone will think I'm really cool when I get out of the helicopter!... Wait, no! I wish everyone will think I look really powerful! … no, no, no, no wait!... hahaha, I’m just messing with ya’. Now, execute my wish!

(Dev spent “all morning wishing for the perfect cupcake”)

Dev: I wish I had Viozalia’s staff

Hazel: I wish I had Viozalia’s staff!

Dev wishes for Viozalia’s staff off screen

Hazel: I wish I had the staff

Dev: I wish I had the staff

Hazel: I wish I had the staff

Dev: I wish I had the staff

Hazel, offscreen: I wish I had the staff

Dev: I wish the spirit of Viozalia would come back to life (Peri is able to do this... Marcus says it’s a “Level 9 Spector”)

Dev: Viozalia, bring this museum to life. (She gets her staff back and brings everything to life)

Peri, reading Da Rules: What to do when your godkid tries to start a ghost apocalypse… NOTHING?!

Dev and Hazel: I wish Viozalia and her spirits would return to the spirit realm! (Peri, Cosmo, and Wanda all use their magic to grant this)

Episode 12a, Patty Possum’s Party Playground

Hazel: I wish Patty Possum would come to life

Hazel: I need to unwish my wish!!! (Wanda: sorry, kiddo. We can’t grant wishes without our wands)

Episode 12b, A Date to Remember

(Hazel had Cosmo and Wanda help her with her mom and dad’s anniversary presentation)

Hazel: I wish my parents could fall in love all over again.

Hazel: I wish they were back in love (Wanda: We can do the setup but according to Da Rules only cupid can make people fall in love)

Hazel: then I wish Cupid was here

Hazel: I wish a had a microphone and piano

Episode 13, Operation Birthday Takeback

Hazel wished for a Prime Meridian Love manga that was only released underseas so she could give it to Dev for his birthday

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish for a pair of rocket boots for Dev (Dev: Why didn’t you think to get these for me, Pickle-Brained Peri? Peri: because my job is to grant you wishes. Not to read your mind.)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I need you! Dev: Peri, get in here! (They don’t show up)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, Peri, where the heck are you! (They still don’t show up)

Hazel: Movie night! And you know what goes great with movies? Really big ice cream!

Dev: I wish you would leave me alone! (Peri: I… As you wish, kid.)

Episode 14a, Potazel Potahzel

Hazel: I wish I could have unlimited french fries

You are what you eat is literal with magic food

Hazel: Turn me back into a human, right this minute (they have to consult Mother Nature)

Episode 14b, The Haunting of Wells House

Hazel: I wish we were on our own paranormal investigation show

Hazel: I wish there was no fairy evidence on the video

Episode 15a, Lost in Fairy World

(Hazel still has a talking gut)

Dev: I want to go to Fairy World! At all costs! (Cosmo: sorry, Dev, Fairy World is reserved for special occasions. Like being tested by Jorgen in the Wish Trials, being tested by Jorgen in a giant cage match, or being tested by Jorgen in a- well, you get it… Peri: You’re not his Fairy Godparents! I am! I’ll handle this. Ahem. Dev, Fairy World is reserved for special occasions, like being tested by Jorgen, and as your Fairy Godparent I cannot let you go.)

Dev: Fine. I wish to go to Fairy World and not be tested by Jorgen (Peri: You can’t do that! Cosmo and Wanda: Aw, our son’s first wish loophole!)

Hazel: My gut is telling me I wish to go, too!

Dev: That’s where I want to go! The one place I can’t! The Hocus-Pogo-Stick or whatever! (Peri: Don’t worry, Hazel, it’s off limits t- Cosmo: IT’S OFF LIMITS TO HUMANS! <3 Peri: Yes. Thanks dad. And y- Wanda: You need a magic wand to travel Fairy World and only fairies have those.)

Dev: Well, I WISH I had a wand! (Peri: Uhm. I can’t do that. Can I do that? I’m not gonna do that.)

Dev: To the Hiccus-Pickle-Star or whatever. (Dev uses Peri’s wand, it transports them to StarDome)

Hazel makes a wand and casts rainbows. Dev makes a ladybug car. Dev poofs Hazel into a toaster, I think. Hazel poofs Dev into (or Dev poofs himself into) an Obtuse Rubber Goose on a skateboard. Hazel (or a rogue wish) freezes dev. A rogue star unfreezes him.

Dev accidentally unwishes him and Hazel into the Hocus Poconos. (Though they weren’t wishes in the first place. But I’m just writing this.)

There’s an unwish dragon that eats unwishes

Peri poofs him, Cosmo, Wanda, Dev, and Hazel out of Jorgen’s office and back to his parent’s house. (Still in Fairy World)

Episode 15b, The Treble with Rivals

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I could play all instruments. (This summons the nMusic Fairy)

Hazel: I wish for a trumpet and a violin

Hazel makes a miscellaneous wish to be in two places at once. This doesn’t clone her, it looks like it just poofs her between rooms but no one seems to care about her randomly appearing and disappearing.

Hazel: I wish that the band and orchestra kids had nothing to be rivals about (This gets rid of music)

Hazel: Just take me to the nMusic Fairy, please

The nMusic Fairy gives Hazel a note to temporarily restore music

Hazel is put in the nMusical Hall of Fame

Episode 16a, Rattleconda Racers

Hazel: I wish he was into (Rattleconda Racers) now.

Hazel: I wish we were out of the game! (They can't, that would be cheating)

Episode 16b, Dig a Little Deeper

Hazel: I wish we were in a cave

Hazel: I wish I could find the coolest, shiniest, most out of this world rock! (They poof it from the “opposite end of the universe”)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were safely back at home (they don’t have their wands)

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish we were back at home

Episode 17a, Best of Luck

Cosmo and Wanda have their home in Hazel’s school desk

Dev: Get me that free T-shirt, I wish for that free t-shirt. (Peri: I can get you a T-shirt, but I can’t get you that T-shirt because it’s a prize. Da Rules state that-)

Dev: Of course Hazel won, she probably wished for it (Peri: Doubtful, Da Rules state that-)

Peri: Hazel having two fairies has nothing to do with the luck of-

Dev: I wish to be in tomorrow’s school-wide tournament (Peri: Dev, that’s cheating! I can’t-)

Dev: I wish for straight A’s (Peri: Da Rules-)

Dev: I wish for Hazel to have all F’s (Peri: I can’t-)

Peri: You know what, Dev, I’m done! (This counts as a resignation)

Dev: I wish it was tomorrow! (Irep grants this)

Dev: I wish to be back in the tournament today

Dev: I wish for Hazel Wells to have bad luck!

Hazel: I wish to have good luck (Wanda: Something is preventing our wands from granting your wish! [Wanda doesn’t think wishing for good luck counts as cheating])

Hazel: I wish for as many good luck charms as possible!

Da Rules: Once a fairy quits, any magical being can take their place

Dev: I wish Bev loved me/ I wish for a ton of money/ I wish to be king of America

Wanda turns some man into a racoon

Irep turns Cosmo into an ostrich

Dev: Irep, I wish Cosmo and Wanda were NOTHING (Jorgen intercepts this wish, nullifying it)

Peri: when I quit, I never gave two-weeks notice so Dev is still my godkid

Jorgen reverses all of the wishes Irep granted… then physically throws Irep back to Anti-Fairy World

Episode 17b, Hazel Wells and the Multiverse of Jenkins

Hazel: I wish I had a do-over (Wanda, technically: If the wish involves time, we’ll have to call- Hazel: Father Time, yeah, sure sure sure, just do it.)

Hazel: Father Time, I need a do-over (time loops cereal- 568+ times; ruptures the space-time continuum)

Episode 18a, Growing Pains

Hazel: I wish I was thirteen so I could see Gregory by myself (they used fairymones to age her up)

Hazel: I wish we were at the theater

Pasta Puberty: When fairies reach a certain age, powerful fairymones cause big emotional and physical changes like pesto-pits, (unintelligible)-acne, and even mozzarella mood swings.

Hazel: I wish you two would just get lost

Hazel: I wish I was ten again!

Episode 18b, Fairy for a Day

Hazel: I wish I could go to Fairycon (Cosmo: sorry, Hazel, but this is a fairies only event)

Hazel signs a fairyfication certificate and becomes a fairy (Hazel: I thought you said godkids couldn't be fairies. Wanda: Godkids cant wish to be fairies)

Becoming an official fairy means you get your own anti-fairy

Lady: This macrochip powers all the wands in Fairy World. If this isn’t plugged in properly, no fairy can use their magic

Hazel: Cosmo, Wanda, I wish I was a kid again (Wanda: according to Da Rules we didn't make you a fairy so we can’t unmake you a fairy)

Hazel makes another of herself. It basically has no soul

Lezah makes two- then more- then gives them all papers- then turns herself into Hazel

Hazel destroys the certificate with magic- this gets rid of Lezah.. Not her shoes, though.

Episode 19a, Stuck in My Head

Hazel: I wish Winn and Jasmine were inside my head, that way they could really get to know me

Hazel: I wish the mind worm was gone (Wanda: We can’t do that. The mind worm is a part of you)

Hazel: I wish we were back at home

Episode 19b, Mind the Gap

Hazel: I wish my gap was gone (Tooth Fairy)

Hazel: I wish I had floss

Hazel: I wish for cinnamon toothpaste

Hazel: I wish the Tooth Fairy were here

Episode 20, The Battle of Big Wand

Cosmo: Don’t you wish to land safely? (Hazel: of course I do)

Wanda: Don’t you wish you were already dressed for school? (Hazel: Sure, why not)

Hazel: Did you magically brush my teeth? (Cosmo: Only because you wished for it! You did wish for it, right?)

Hazel has made 999,999 wishes. 1,000,000 wishes means you get a rule free wish

Hazel: I wish that drool was dried! (1,000,000)

Fairies have an Information Technology department

Dev: That Fairy World sign, fix it (Irep: Done and doner *It says Dev World*/ *Irep poofs sunglasses onto Jorgan’s office, then makes it bigger*)

Irep: (About the DMV) What are we thinking? (Dev: Slap an E on it!)

Dev: Seize them! (Hazel, Cosmo, and Wanda)

Anti Fairies started an Anti-web that humans (or at least Dev) can access

Irep tapes Dale’s mouth shut

Dev: Irep, I wish all godkid were reassigned to anti-fairies. (Hazel doesn’t get a fairy. Irep poofs her back to her home)

Dev: If I’m lactose intolerant then I wont tolerate lactose. Remove it!

Dev: Geography’s too hard, let's make it one place

Dev: The trouble (he might say treble here, in reference to the episode) with music is that there’s too many options. Try a new beat. I’ll call it Dev-step

All competitions have winners/ Couples are breaking up willy nilly/ pets are coming to life from their cemetery

Hazel: For the past year I have had Fairy godparents (just lore/ she has made 1,000,000 wishes in a year.)

Hazel: Wanda I wish you would restore Fairy World back to normal (Despite experiencing magic build up, Wanda can grant this- this also heals Peri and Cosmo [and anyone else])

Jorgen wipes Earth’s memories of fairies

Hazel: Wait I’m still owed one rule-free wish! … I want (Jasmine, Winn, and Antony) to keep their memories and be allowed to know about fairies forever. 

Jorgen poofs all seven of them back to Earth

Seven Penny Farthing-Farting Dirt Bikes (and four helmets)

[mooniedust]

MODERN AEMOND PROMPT/BOT

Plot: Aemond spends Christmas with his partner and family, but struggles with jealousy and insecurity after receiving a message from his partner's ex.

TW: Jealousy and possessiveness, emotional tension and relationship insecurity

With all my heart,

Moon Dust.

The warmth of the Christmas feast wrapped the room like a comforting cloak, while the soft glow of the tree lights flickered across the faces gathered around the table. Every smile was a portrait of joy, each conversation a melody altered by the quiet strain of emotional distance. Yet, amidst the festive cheer, Aemond couldn’t pull his gaze from one person: his partner. He watched the firelight dance over their skin, making them appear even more ethereal, more distant—though they were so close, almost within reach. This night should have been theirs, but the weight of an earlier presence lingered in the air, thick and suffocating.

They looked perfect that night: a smile so effortless, eyes shimmering with the gentle lights around them. But inside Aemond, something churned—ferocious, unnameable. The very presence of his partner, so beautiful, so desired, only highlighted the emptiness that came with thoughts of another. The hum of family chatter felt miles away, as though he were in another world, one he couldn’t touch. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the hand resting over his, the light, soft pressure that he couldn’t tell if it soothed or tormented him.

It was strange, how fate could so easily twist the mind, pulling it into the deepest, darkest corners of its own fears. Aemond wasn’t looking for anything—yet the universe’s irony never ceased to amaze him. He saw his phone on the table vibrate, its insistent buzz cutting through the moment. Slowly, as though time had stretched, the screen illuminated with a message from the very person he least wanted to hear from. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

He didn’t need to read the sender’s name. He knew, and the simple sight of those words, so light in tone but heavy in meaning, made his stomach twist. The man who, in some way, still held a part of his partner’s heart—though Aemond knew it was only a shadow of what had once been. That message, a relic of a past he wished to forget, seeped into his mind like poison. It wasn’t just irritating; it was consuming, a deep, gnawing sensation that felt almost visceral—an irrational desire to fight against something unseen but tangible, something that ran under his skin.

Then, as if mocking him, the heat began to rise. Anger, slow but sure, spread through his veins. His eyes locked on the phone screen, focusing with an intensity he knew was unnerving, as though he could will the message to disappear, as if he could erase it with the power of his gaze. But he couldn’t. Instead, he sat there, drowning in the poison of his thoughts, unable to escape what he couldn’t control.

“Are you okay, darling?” His partner’s voice cut through the haze, soft and cautious, but Aemond recognized the tone. It was the tone of someone who knew something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what. The tension in the air was palpable, and despite the tenderness in their voice, Aemond knew that the rift between them was already deeper than words could ever bridge.

"Your ex…" Aemond started, his voice cold, sharper than he meant. But the words faltered on his lips. The smile that tugged at his mouth felt like a mask—unable to hide the storm inside. He didn’t want to seem possessive, but the urge to show who his partner truly belonged to burned within him. "Sending Christmas wishes? How charming." The sarcasm dripped from his words, as sharp as the venom he tried to suppress.

His partner glanced at the phone with a sigh—what was meant to be a gesture of indifference, maybe even contempt, landed like a blow to Aemond’s chest. "It’s nothing. Just a message."

Nothing. That word, so casual, made it feel like a thousand knives had pierced his chest. He wanted to scream, wanted to lash out, but he only leaned back in his chair, trying to bury the rage beneath layers of frigid calm. He didn’t want to be the jealous, possessive type—but he couldn’t help it. His gaze, fixed on his partner, a mix of desire and pain, was asking for answers, though his heart feared the truth.

Sarcasm became his armor. "Lovely. What a touch of class, huh? Did you let him… call you that?" He laughed, but it was hollow, sharp like glass. The words were a test—one he didn’t want to admit he was already failing. A desperate plea for reassurance, hidden beneath layers of biting humor.

They both looked away, each sensing the growing tension, as if something was about to snap, though neither knew exactly what. Aemond felt the anger rise—fueled not only by what the ex represented but by the overwhelming feeling that he was losing something. He felt threatened, not just by the ex’s presence, but by the distance widening between them. It wasn’t just the relationship at stake; it was his very sanity. Every passing moment made it harder to control the fury bubbling beneath the surface.

And then, the simple gesture. His partner’s hand, resting on his—an attempt, perhaps, to calm him, to soothe the turmoil within. But instead, the touch only made the pain sharper. It wasn’t a gesture of love, Aemond thought bitterly, but of someone trying to control what they couldn’t. What he feared most wasn’t the ex, wasn’t the doubt—it was the realization that his partner hadn’t chosen him fully, that he was here out of convenience, not desire.

"I chose you, Aemond," his partner whispered, firm yet soft, a declaration that left no room for doubt—but in Aemond’s ears, it sounded like a plea, an echo of insecurity. "I always did."

Aemond inhaled sharply, trying to keep the tempest inside him at bay. The poison of possessiveness, the one he’d never wanted to acknowledge, began to dissolve—but not before leaving its mark. A scar that he knew would never fade. He smiled, though the expression was heavy, weighed down by an ache he couldn’t name. "Of course. Just… don’t forget who you really belong to, beautiful."

[berrywantsakiss]

Lady Orchid

★ I just drew her so now I gotta talk abt her too ★

- realmsau

I don't have much art of her bc I'm lame and I suck, but wtvs here goes :3

Orchid Amina was married to Elliott Hark, my best friend (Lou)'s oc.

She was born in the kingdom of Erkin in the Flower Realm, and she and her family lived there for the first 10 years of Orchid's life. They then moved to the Spice Realm and somehow Orchid's father got the title of uh Viscount or smth (I haven't decided, and her lore is more recently being established).

Elliott's family was brought on as servants, and idk that's how she met Elliott and fell in love w him

I have never drawn him young so you get these drawings of him (that I hate) ↓

as you can see I can't decide on how I want to translate lou's style into my own sigh

anyway they get married eventually yk

They both become Viscount and Viscountess after Orchid's dad dies

anyway fast forward a few years, Orchid has Lynch Syndrome (?).

she develops gastric / stomach cancer bc of it. she doesn't tell Elliott and she hides it pretty damn well.

Elliott goes away to war, seemingly smth he'd wanted to do for a long time, this fighting. This is a part of the reason she doesn't tell him — she doesn't want him to not go and do what he wants to do.

but anyway, once he's gone, Orchid hires a nurse, Valeria. I have never drawn Eri and I never will.

She slowly gets sicker and sicker, coughing and vomiting lots of blood, is unable to eat or drink, is constantly coughing and in pain.

she seeks out the Queen of her former kingdom / birthplace, Queen Alba. She begs the Queen to let her have some of the water from the Tree of Life / Lignum Vitae to try and cure her illness. Alba tells her the water will not save her, but only make her suffering worse. (the cancer is alive, not just a virus or smth. the lakewater would just give the tumors vitality or smth).

at this point, Orchid is beginning to regret not telling Elliott and making him stay. she doesn't even hope to survive anymore, only hopes to live long enough to see him come home, to see him for only a second one last time.

well... she doesn't live. she dies like a month after visiting Alba and a few months before Elliott's return. She instructs Valeria not to write Elliott reporting her death as she doesn't want grief to overcome him and get him killed.

so ultimately, he comes home to an empty house.

atp Elliott is like 60 or 70 or smth and the king of the ice realm, Elias wants him SOOOOO BAD. (Elias is Lou's oc)

Elliott (from what I can understand from Lou's queerbait yaoi fics) does end up wanting Elias back (?),, but not until Elliott is like damn near dead from being assassinated.

actually I think Elliott ended up dead at that point, hence how these doodles were born ↓

but uh yea that's it so far fjsnnxbnsnnxnnsnnxna

have her portrait,, my beloved Orchid

this was poorly written, but that is bc she isn't really all that developed outside of existing lowkey just for lou and I to torture each other and for Elliott's character.

she was initially just some idea Lou had, the Elliott had a dead wife in his past — shoulder shrug wtvs — and I was like "CAN I DESIGN HER !!! PLS !!!” and now we are here. bc. I made her really pretty 😭😭

her original concept (from when my current artstyle was still developing </3) ↓

but uh, yea !!! thanks for reading :3

I'm going to go doodle her now instead of.. oh idk.. doing anything else 🤭

[rollinouttahere-writes]

So uh, I was playing Stardew Valley to destress, and then this happened. Hope everyone likes it at least!

One Piece Stardew Valley AU

Luffy

General:

Washed up on the beach in a barrel and mayor Lewis hasn’t been able to get rid of him since. One of the harder residents to track down because his schedule is entirely random, but he does have some places he goes to more frequently. These places include the Stardrop Saloon, the mines, the beach, and Linus’s tent. He is banned from the museum for dropping an artifact and breaking it. He gets along with most of the residents for being a generally likable and helpful guy. His favorites (besides other straw hats) are Linus, Krobus, Alex, and Abigail. Doesn’t get along with Lewis or Morris because he tends to make fools of them with his antics (and breaks stuff at JojaMart). Inexplicably, he can see and interact with Junimos. He also claims he can talk to them but it’s unclear if he actually can or if he’s just making it up as he goes.

Player Interaction:

Rocks up to your farm the day you show up because he didn’t know you were moving in and likes to hang out and forage there. After initially startling each other, he offers to help you clean up the place if he can have some of the food you grow. Agreeing immediately gets you a couple of hearts and now you’re friends, rejecting it makes him shrug and leave. If you mention needing certain materials, he will occasionally send some in the mail if he finds any, and will also send random things he finds. He very much encourages you to let loose and have fun instead of working all day.

Dating/Marriage:

He isn’t a marriage candidate, but you can ask him to move in like with Krobus. You won’t see much of him because he likes to wander, but he’ll help out around the farm before he peaces out for the day. His room is a mess with a hammock in it. 

Zoro

General:

He was the last person to get a ride to Pelican Town before the bus broke, and now he’s stuck there. Everytime he tried to leave, he would just wind up back in Pelican Town, so he eventually gave up and accepted his fate. At least the mines give him ample opportunity for sword practice. Since he spends so much time down there, Marlon lets him live at the Adventurer’s Guild. He can be consistently found at the mines, Adventurer’s Guild, and the Stardrop Saloon, but he’ll also randomly show up in various parts of the map because he got lost. He isn’t very sociable, so the only people he talks to all that much are Marlon, Gil, Shane, and Kent once he shows up. 

Player Interaction:

Your first meeting happens the first time you try to enter the mine. He’ll walk out of it and tell you that if you’re looking to do some monster hunting that you should come back tomorrow because he wiped out most of the mine. He becomes something of a rival for you in the mines, and there is a leaderboard of sorts comparing your kills to his. Having some competition really invigorates him, so your rivalry turns to friendship easily.  He sends you monster parts in the mail since he has more than he knows what to do with. Once the bus is fixed, he’ll ask if you could take him to Skull Cavern. He tried to go by himself, but well, he somehow got lost despite Pam pointing it out to him.

Dating/Marriage:

The man has no idea what he’s doing and doesn’t understand why you gave him a bouquet, but he tries to go with it. If he does say something romantic, he becomes visibly embarrassed and you won’t be able to talk to him for the rest of the day. If you try to, you’ll just get a text box saying “...” with a blushing portrait next to it. After marriage, he’ll help out primarily by fixing whatever is broken and gifting you more monster parts. He leaves for the mines a lot. His room is full of workout equipment.

Nami

General:

An extremely elusive woman who makes sea charts. The hardest resident to track down because she’ll be gone for days at a time. Willy lets her crash at his shop on the days when she’s in town. She can be found in the Museum/Library, Pierre’s General Store, Carpenter’s Shop, and Cindersap Forest. Once Ginger Island is unlocked, you can find her there on the days she isn’t in Pelican Town. She isn’t around enough to be close with many of the locals, but has managed to make friends with Maru, Penny, Willy, and Leo. She dislikes Pierre because he won’t let her haggle with him.

Player Interaction:

She doesn’t make an appearance until day 5. She shows up at your farm to introduce herself and mentions that she’d love to buy food off you when she’s in town (you will make less money but this will raise your friendship faster). Every so often, she will give you a rare fish she found at sea, but this is uncommon. When you finally make it to Ginger Island, she’ll already be there and make a lighthearted jab about how ‘it took you long enough’. She’ll help you find golden walnuts if you bring her something she’s requested. 

Dating/Marriage:

She’s flattered when you give her the bouquet, but also very surprised. You know that she’s gone a lot and won’t change that, right? You do? Oh, okay… Wanna get dinner at the saloon tonight? Your treat, of course. Despite what she says, she will stay in Pelican Town for more days now, but still does regularly leave for days at a time. She offers to bring you with her to Ginger Island when she goes, but you still have to pay. It’s half the price that Willy offers, but it’s one way so you’ll need a totem to get back. After marriage her room is filled with charts and related supplies. She helps out around the farm occasionally, but not often.

Usopp

General:

An apprentice at Clint’s shop (also lives there) who specializes in upgrading weapons. He started working with him as a teenager, and is ready to move on to other things, but lacks the nerve to make that final leap. When he isn’t working he can be found at the Adventurer’s Guild, Cindersap Forest, and lurking around outside the mines. He’s friends with the wizard, Marlon, Sam, and Leah.

Player Interaction: 

When you walk into the blacksmith store for the first time, he’ll be in there and start talking big about how he’s the owner and makes the best weapons the world has ever seen. Then Clint walks in and he promptly leaves from the embarrassment of being caught in a lie. After that he’ll give you a proper run down of how he can improve your weapons for you if you provide the right materials. He can either strengthen it by increasing the attack, or enchant it with magical effects. Simply talking to him boosts friendship like crazy since a lot of people ignore him for being a known liar/exaggerator. Sometimes he’ll send materials in the mail along with a letter saying how it could really improve that sword of yours if you bring it in to him *wink wink nudge nudge*.

Dating/Marriage:

When you give him the bouquet, he takes it, stutters out random syllables, and then runs away. He’ll be on your porch the next morning to properly thank you and accept it now that he’s had a chance to gather his thoughts. He brags to everyone about the fact that he’s dating you. After marriage his room is filled with miscellaneous weapons and materials with some blacksmithing equipment outside. You’ll notice that nothing ever seems to break around the farm because he always fixes it before you can see it.

Sanji

General:

He’s a cook at the Stardrop Saloon, and also works as a personal chef for anyone that requests the service. His main customers are Evelyn and George, as well as Pam and Penny. He doesn’t charge Pam and Penny because they’re broke and he’s a pushover (he’s also trying his best to teach Penny how to cook). He can commonly be found at his clients’ homes, Cindersap Forest, the beach, and the spa. He’s friendly with all of the women there, but is noticeably closer with Emily, Haley, and Penny. Elliott and Sebastian are also friends of his.

Player Interaction:

The second you set foot in the saloon, he will be trying to impress you with one of his signature dishes while pitching his in-home cooking service. Gus scolds him for advertising his business at work, while Emily jokes that he’s flirting with the customers again. He hurries back to the kitchen after this. Like Usopp, your friendship will rise just from talking to him, but will also rise if you give him ingredients. He frequently mails you food he’s made and personal recipes. You can buy his services. It’ll show a cutscene of him cooking in your kitchen, plus you’ll get the recipe of whatever he made. Food made by him gives you buffs.

Dating/Marriage:

The man will straight up cry when you give him the bouquet and promises that you won’t regret choosing him. He acts like you’re already married with how doting and lovey-dovey he is, and he drops hints constantly about proposing. You’ll be getting food from him in the mail every single day while dating, and food directly from him every morning when you are married. Helps around the farm frequently. His room is full of bookshelves containing various cookbooks and romance novels, and also an herb garden.

Chopper

General:

Harvey’s apprentice, and has an interest in herbal remedies. He’s very young and new to it but is an extremely promising student. When he isn’t at the clinic, he can be found in the museum/library, Cindersap Forest, or poking around the Community Center. He can also see and talk to junimos. He’s good friends with Harvey, Maru, and Leah. He wants to be friends with the wizard but is intimidated by him. 

Player Interaction:

Entering Cindersap Forest for the first time will reveal him foraging for medicinal herbs. He eagerly introduces himself and lets you know that you can buy herbal medicine from him at the clinic. They’re on the cheap side and can heal or prevent status effects. Buying his medicine boosts friendship, but losing all health and ending up in the clinic five times will cause you to lose a heart with him. He worries a lot, don’t do that to him. Expect to get a variety of herbs, fruits, and vegetables in the mail from him with notes about you staying on top of your health (these notes become passive aggressive if you recently lost a heart with him).

Dating/Marriage:

Not a marriage candidate for obvious reasons, and also isn’t available to move in with you.

Robin

General:

An esteemed archeologist working and living at the museum. She moved to Pelican Town because of the area allegedly being an archeological hot spot. She doesn’t stay in one place for very long (except when she’s reading at the library), so trying to find her can be difficult. She doesn’t move into the town until after the bus has been fixed and the quarry is unlocked. The day after both are completed, she shows up and makes her rounds introducing herself to the locals. She can be found at the mines, the quarry, the desert, and Ginger Island, but will also be seen wandering around the map looking for artifacts in unlikely places. While she is very new to the town, she still makes friends with Gunther, Sandy, Professor Snail, and Penny. She also gets along well with the children.

Player Interaction:

She’ll be on your porch when you leave your house the day she moves to town and introduces herself. After that, she asks for a tour of your farm and then if it would be okay for her to dig there occasionally. Agreeing gives you a couple of hearts to start with. If she finds anything on your property, you’ll get a cut of the profit. Every time you donate to the museum, she sends you a thank you note in the mail the next day. While you won’t be able to collect the things she finds first, she’ll give you rare crafting recipes once in a while in exchange. Good luck predicting what she’ll send you in the mail, it’s very random. You could get some food, a hat, some rocks, or even a bomb. She sends whatever makes her think of you, you’re just not sure you can follow her train of thought.

Dating/Marriage:

Receiving a bouquet leaves her speechless but happy once the shock wears off. She’ll say something about wanting to stay in Pelican Town a little longer anyway, and that she’s looking forward to seeing where this is going. Once you’re married, you get bonus items with your rewards for donations. Her room is filled with her most prized finds, books, and archeological supplies.

Franky

General:

A mechanic that’s aiming to fix up the train station and set the town up with its own personal train. He doesn’t show up until spring of year 3. He builds on an extension to the train station that he lives in. While he works extremely hard on the station and train, he does still find time to visit the town regularly. He can commonly be found at the Stardrop Saloon, the Carpenter’s shop, and the desert.  He gets along well with most people, but he’s closest with Robin, Demetrius, and Mr. Qi. While Lewis appreciates that what he’s doing will help stimulate the town’s economy, he wishes he would put some pants on and be a little less… eccentric.

Player Interaction:

When you walk past the way up to where the train tracks are, you’ll hear a lot of noise. Going up there will reveal Franky hard at work repairing the station. Not long into meeting him, he’ll share his plight that while he wants nothing more than to fix this up, he’s really lacking the funds to do so properly. If you want the station and train finished, you’ll need to provide him with the building materials. This boosts friendship like crazy, and he’ll be singing your praise. Once everything is built, you can talk to Franky at the station to order materials in bulk to be delivered by the train. It’s all in large quantities, but it takes a few days to get there. He’ll mail you cola and random materials.

Dating/Marriage:

YOW! He wasn’t expecting the bouquet at all, but he accepts it nonetheless. The next day he will present you with a bouquet of his own creation that he made from scrap metal and some gemstones he had lying around. Will NOT stop hyping you up to everyone in town. After marriage he will give you a family discount on materials from the train. His room is more or less a tool shed and a place to put things he doesn’t use often anymore. 

[puckpocketed]

hello i was tagged by @18minutemajor for WIP Wednesday. it is not Wednesday but i am also not a cop so . here we gooo!!!!!!! tagging my esteemed colleagues (very politely and with no pressure!!!):

@neonfretra @oensible @sorrellegiance @moregraceful @stereax

@wheelsnipecelebrini

@korshrimpski (EDIT: it won’t?? let me tag you. unless these are on separate lines <3)

what's in-progress in your life <3 writing? art? recipe? skill acquisition?

if any crafty people see this - if ANYONE sees this - and would like to join in, feel free and consider yourself tagged <3 (and tag me back so i can see your stuff!!!) link to 18minutemajor's post if yall curious :3 my VERY long wip dump + ramblings under the cut!

its christmas soon and i like to paint gifts for my friends + and i'm finally revisiting my anime/lineart/inking era (here you are K!! my lineart past, present, and future!! <3) so here are some things i've been working on/coming back to/MAY NEVER FINISH: hockey related:

this is juraj slafkovsky and his dinky little middle part which he can absolutely learn to style into something a little less dinky but never does. i am so charmed by him. i imagine he just rocks it because his pretty privilege supersedes dinky middle parts . LMAO!!

here is Sasuke from my Naruto Hockey AU. I am a little stuck on jersey mockups lol. here he is. our haunted little 1OA who is absolutely normal and regular about his captain (LOUD incorrect buzzer):

personal oc art

wanna know some puckpocketed deep lore? i've never been one to make OCs. i was just not a very creative kid tbh. spent all my time drawing sailor moon instead. i still go back to her sometimes because she is one of my favourite shapes in the WORLD!!

in my 20s i took up playing d&d because of the. uh. plague. <3 and got pretty close to having OCs!! those count right? anyway. here is my tavern-wench-turned-wizard!!! i think i painted this 2 years ago? <- put dates on your works guys it saves lives. her name is Mel (short for Melins (pronounced like melons. on account of her knockers. can you tell i never grew out of my 12 yr old booby/cock joke era?) i revisited Mel recently and have started painting her in earnest again!! :3

I briefly dated someone who was very into streetwear and fashion, and I fell down a techwear/gorpcore/cyberpunk rabbit hole for a couple days out of curiosity. i remember literally zero salient info on any of it except the broad strokes of silhouetting and Vibes. what i emerged with, however, was a ?? sorta OC?? im not sure what to call them. they dont rly have a name or gender. I did this little sheet ages ago + the aborted attempt at a portrait later:

Here are my most recent explorations (i have been doing SOOOO much art. <3) which include:

unfinished character sheet + chibi art. I played with their jacket (much more structured/square/tailored thing) and added a lotta random buckles and belts. i took textiles class years ago and have a little experience in garment construction. and i know for a fact this thing does not make any sense. it hurts me to look at a little bit LMAO so i've paused it while i go draft patterns (badly. i was never good at drafting. i think i may have to break out my scrap fabric stash and hand sew a real life mock-up. HELP!)

here is me having fun with them and imagining them as some kind of cyber-fisherman. the best part of every game is the fishing mini-game to me. i love fishing mini-games so much. I made their hair really big because i wanted them to have big unwieldy hair and the vibes told me i should add more movement to the piece aside from the fishing line. I messed with their jacket AGAIN because i can't stop thinking about what kinda jacket they'd wear. gorp-core ? idk. it sure is something!

gifts for my friends :3

back in my weeb era for real YAYYYY!!! up til now i'd been making hockey art using a zero pressure sensitivity pen brush because i simply did NOT want to deal with that. it is and has always been a barrier to me making art that uses line art. <3 easing my way back into it though!

I used to paint gifts for my friends and then get them printed into lil posters and mount them on nice backing :3 i am now ready and back to painting.

Here is my girlbestie's OC. just a rough pose sketch. i think im pretty unsatisfied with the gesture of the head/hand. i wanted to include her gun in some way. i fear i may have to rework the pose entirely <3

For the genshin girlies.. here are some of my friends fave characters.

Yelan - this one i started many holidays ago and put on the backburner because the colouring was wigging me out. you can see where i started rendering stuff + got sidetracked and started on something else (the crystal choker IM LAUGHING @ past me...)

Ayaka - I reaaally like what i did here with the perspective + foreshortening. I don't know if the pose or expression is in-character or not, but i had fun :3 got stunlocked looking at references of genshin weapons so this is where i left off:

if you made it all the way down here hi... <3 ice hockey really cracked the ketchup bottle open for me when it comes to making art again. i love the communities i've found, and i'm inspired by every artist on here every day. thanks for being so cool + have a great day :)

[itsmebytch001]

The After Effects:

Summary: Even though Diana only gets custody of you Friday through to Saturday the effect she has in you is drastic, Aaron catches on to you picking up some of her behaviours and Ins’t tolerating it.

The first time Aaron saw Diana hurt herself was long before she was pregnant, tearing out her own hair with her bare hands and seemingly for no reason, he just stood there stunned and confused, what was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to stop her? Eventually he decided the best thing to do was simply walk out the room since when he tried to stop her it only made more agitated but when he was you picking up on it, and so young he was again confused as what he was supposed to do.

Brooklyn middle had called him in on ‘concerns’ he assumed it was just the type of hazing you get when your a single parent, maybe Diana had tried to snatch you again or you got in a scrap with another student but instead of a scolding teacher he was met with more fear and concern, Mrs Dwight, your 5th grade teacher sat him down with you beside him and pulled out a stack of papers.

Mrs Dwight: “Mr Davis, over the course the last week Y/n has been drawing more and more so concerning drawings”

she laid out 3 drawings all self portraits of sorts, one with you with scribbled black eyes and no mouth, another with red streaks coming out your body and finally one were you were standing alone sounded by black, alone.

Mrs Dwight: “ we’ve also observed some disturbing new behaviours from Y/n”

Aaron:” Like?”

Mrs Dwight: “ she keeps hitting her head against hard surfaces, doors tables walls and windows, it got so bad another student got involved, uh Miles Morales? He held her until she exhausted herself but she still developed swelling on her cheek because of it”

Aaron: “oh…”

Mrs Dwight: “…my self and the school are concerned, is there something going on at home?”

Oh please spare me, there was nothing wrong with his home, they should call in Diana, ask her where your learning this shit.

Aaron: “No, There’s nothing wrong at my home…I uh…Y/n’s Mom is a little unstable and I’ve seen her hurt herself before, she might be getting it from her”

Mrs Dwight: “ oh, well I’ve never met Mrs Davi-“

Aaron: “Nefratari, Her name is Diana Nefratari”

Mrs Dwight: “oh, well should I call Mrs Nefratari, maybe she can be of help?”

Aaron: “God no, please I’ll deal with this just do not get her involved!”

Aaron basically ran out the school, god help if the school actually did contact Diana he’d never hear the end of it, with you by his side he shuttled out the school basically dragging you by your hand down the street being silent until he finally reached home, he saw you making a break for you room only for him to hook his fingers into the handle of your back pack and pull you back.

Aaron: “ where do you think your going, huh?”

He said dragging you across the floor.

Aaron: “ wanna do something stupid like hit your head on some shit then hide away in your room? Schools gonna think I’m hurting you”

He plopped you onto the coach and pushed back your hair to see you did in fact have some mild swelling, and your hair was thinner by your hair line, you lightly pushed on his arm, you didn’t like being looked over.

Aaron: “just let me look at you”

He pushed your head to the side a tad to look over your skull, you had some bruising he could see through your scalp.

Aaron: “Jesus Christ Y/n, you got anything else on you I should know about?”

…

Aaron: “what you gonna go mute on me now? That's fine but if you don't wanna talk I guess you don't want to see your friends this weekend either? Can't have you hanging round people if your gonna start hurting yourself"

He's having Diana flash backs...

Aaron: "What what is it for attention? You think hitting your head on some walls is the way to go, well I'm giving you attention go on, why would you do this? You know how the school can be, they might send CPS again and I'll have to dress you like a church girl to get them off my back, and Miles, how you think that makes him feel having his classmates look at you like your crazy huh? How do you think that looks?"

...

Aaron: "Fine, go all quite on me, just like your Mom but get to your room"

And so you wordlessly stood up and sulked in your room while Aaron sat in the dark living room stewing, it was like she was bleeding into you and he hated it, he hated it whenever you picked up any small mannerisms of hers, like wiping your lip when you were nervous or twiddling your hair in your hands, he refused to let you straighten your hair since it would remind him of her, and now she had passed down her bad habits on you.

Aaron had since trained himself to look out for the signs that you were about to start, they were the same as hers, the pacing the rocking back and fourth the petting of your own her to gripping the scalp and he'd try to distract you from whatever you were feeling but it was never enough, he would catch you pressing your head on the brick wall or, like Diana tearing out your hair with a brush or just hitting yourself in the face with it, it all brought back memorise of Diana, of her hysterical screaming, the smashing of stuff it was all to much for him then, and it was still now, he had considered turning the house into a padded cell, but he also liked having exposed brick, and the more aggressive you became to yourself and the worse the bruising on your face and body you started having to miss school, he knew how they would take it if you came in with a beaten up face.

and when he caught you hurting yourself, with a brush, with your hands by hitting your head on a hard surface he would simply hold you till you stopped.

Aaron: "You can keep thrashing, I don't got plans today I can stay here all day if you like" He said while holding you in a bear hug while you pushed and kicked.

Aaron: "Go on, keep going, only gonna exhaust yourself" He muttered while you tried desperately to free yourself of him, trying to bite him only for him to shut your mouth with one hand and cover your lips while the other held you in place.

Aaron: "biting now are we? Gettin clever, that's fine I'll just put braces on you"

Sometimes, when it got really bad and you made yourself bleed while Aaron cleaned you up he would begin to tear up just a little, it was like he was back, and with her only smaller, and this time it isn't like he could just leave, you were his family, his only child and he would not loose you to the abyss that was Diana Nefratari, the pit that consumed him and trapped him with a blessing that she was desperately tying to tear from him, so she finally could eat him away, but she would not win, he would not let her win.

Evil Bitch...

[wander-wren]

Are You There, God? It’s Me, Matthew

Time for the promised defense of our favorite asshole, with analysis of my favorite song from the show, “Are You There?”

Brief disclaimers: I haven’t seen a staging of the show in YEARS, so there may be some missing context, but I have done my best. I am also coming at it as a complete outsider, being both an agnostic raised “non-denominational” Christian and someone firmly removed from most of the drama in my own high school.

I want to make this post accessible to non-Bare fans, mostly so I can foist it on my unsuspecting friends, so I will begin with a synopsis and do my best to explain everything.

Bare: A Pop Opera is a coming of age story about two boys, Peter and Jason (secretly dating) at a Catholic boarding school. The central conflict is that Peter is tired of being closeted and wants to come out, but Jason is terrified and refuses. Orbiting them are their friend group, Nadia (Jason’s sister), Ivy, and Matthew, who each have their own set of problems that gets tangled with the boys.

“Are You There?” takes place at the point where all of the setup begins to coalesce into conflict. Our situation is thus: Jason and Peter have had multiple fights over whether or not to come out. Some of this was instigated by a rave they both went to, where they danced together and no one batted an eye; Peter uses this to argue that the world isn’t so harsh, while Jason thinks Peter is naive and a rave is very different from the whole world. We’ve also been introduced to Jason’s father (from Jason’s perspective, at least), who appears to be very hard on his kids and emotionally absent. Jason is also popular and has a reputation as a “ladies man,” whereas Peter seems more reserved, awkward, and unnoticed, which gives Jason more to lose socially by coming out.

In the background, we have Ivy, who has a reputation for sleeping around and seems to be generally regarded as a bit spoiled and vain. We’ve seen her and Nadia trade a lot of insults, but outside of that she seems to be grounded and sweet, and sings a song called “Portrait of a Girl” where she struggles with how people view her.

Nadia isn’t too relevant here, unfortunately, but she’s awesome so everyone say hi Nadia, we appreciate you.

Matt has yet to have too much characterization. He deals drugs to the student population and acts as the ringleader for the rave adventure, but otherwise doesn’t do much. He does have a song called “Wonderland” where he tells the group about some new drug he wants them to try. He also sees Jason and Peter dancing at the rave, but I’m not sure if we know this when “Are You There?” occurs; he reveals it later in another song, but without seeing the whole production I can’t say if we’re meant to know before that. We also know he has a huge crush on Ivy that she doesn’t reciprocate, but she hasn’t outright turned him down.

“Are You There?” takes place during Ivy’s birthday party, a week after the rave. Matt and Peter both escape the party separately; Matt because Ivy rebuffed him and went to dance with Jason, and Peter because Jason is dancing with Ivy. They pray about their issues, then discover they’re not alone outside and talk. Peter comes out to Matt and reveals he and Jason are dating, which Matt at the time accepts.

Later in the show, Matt will start a fistfight with Jason and call him a faggot, and a bit later out him and Peter to their entire class. Based on the fact that Matt only targets Jason, this is less out of homophobia and more out of petty jealousy that Ivy likes Jason instead of him. The outing, among other problems not relevant here (and institutional homophobia, which is relevant), leads Jason to suicide.

So, uh, Matt’s an asshole. But! I like him anyway, and we’re gonna talk about why. Rewind to Ivy’s party, this song, and this pivotal conversation between Peter and Matt.

Matt begins the song by asking God, “Do you know—well of course you do— / What it’s like to stand outside? / To watch the world and wish / you didn’t hurt so much you cried? / I know I’m not the only one / and I know I shouldn’t care / but I feel these things are real / I wish I felt you there / And if I did, I’d ask you / How come life is so unfair?”

I believe this is the one time in the show we see Matt’s real feelings. The rest of the song I think is also probably very genuine, but Matt is the type to put up a front even around his friends, so it’s hard to be sure.

So this gives us a lot of new information about Matthew right away: he feels alone and like an outsider, he’s depressed, he’s conditioned to dismiss his own feelings but doesn’t want to, and he’s struggling with his faith.

I’ve already made a post about the theory that Matt had a relative who died during the school year. You can read that, or, TLDR: A dead girl named Megan Lloyd is referenced in a throwaway line in a song that comes after “Are You There?” Since Matthew’s last name is also Lloyd, it seems like they are probably related, and this could contribute to his behavior/attitude, especially since her death is treated as a joke and never brought up again.

It’s possible that Megan’s death (and its dismissal) contributes to Matt feeling apart and to him wrestling with faith.

(An aside: I do love this song because of it’s opening verses. Something about the interjection of “of course you do” is very humanizing of God and very sweetly telling of the boys’ view/relationship to him. I also think “of course” is one of the best phrases in the English language, generally. Of course.)

Peter sings a verse with similar themes, and the boys sing together: “Are you there? Are you there? / Do you watch me when I cry? / And if it’s in your power / how can you sit idly by? / I try so hard to please you / but you never seem to see / Is it my fate to sit and wait? / Wonder what my struggle means? / I wish I knew that someone out there cared / Cared for me.”

I’ve italicized the lines that Matt sings alone (with Peter singing the lines following each one alone). Overall the chorus doesn’t do too much except nail home how lost and somewhat bitter both boys feel. Matt wishing that someone cared about him serves to highlight his loneliness, even though he has friends and seems popular.

At this point the boys briefly stop singing and just speak. Matt calls, “Who’s out there?” and when Peter responds, “Matt?” he says, “Yeah, are you alright?”

The way Matt says this line in the official cast recording, at least, has always stuck out to me. He sounds so gentle and genuine, and you remember that they’re friends. We see that Matt isn’t oblivious or self-centered, even though on the surface he just seems like he’s being dramatic that his crush doesn’t like him back.

Anyway, the boys sit together and Matt offers Peter some wine. They commiserate vaguely about the party and life, and then Peter admits, “It sucks to be ignored,” to which Matt says (beginning to sing properly again), “Ugh, I know! I always fight to do what’s right / and this is my reward.”

It’s very odd to me that Matt says this. It does make him seem kind of childish and entitled; which, he’s a seventeen year old boy, they can be that way. But I wonder if it’s a hint to some inner world that we’re never properly shown, some moral struggle Matt has. Or he’s just being dramatic. Who knows!

The boys sing together again: “Are you there? Are you there? / Can you make some time for me? / They tell me that you’re out there / And they tell me that you see / I try to find the meaning, God / You know how hard I’ve tried / But I don’t know where I’m going / and I don’t have any guide.”

This verse doesn’t really give us too much that’s new. Wanting more from God and feeling lost are very very common feelings.

Matt then sings, alone, “They said things would get better / but I guess they lied.” This line always makes me want to cry a little bit, this hint at Matt’s utter hopelessness and sort of resignation to it.

Peter then sings, “Are you there? / He needs to give me more,” and Matt agrees, “I’ll drink to that.”

Peter is referring both to God and to Jason, but Matt of course only thinks he’s talking about God. Probably. It is kind of funny to read it as Matt agreeing Jason owes Peter more. But what I’m more interested in is the fact that Peter’s line is diegetic, since Matt responds to it, but Matt’s line right before doesn’t get a response, at least not in this recording. Did Peter hear him say things won’t get better? What would he think about that? Peter seems a pretty hopeful person in spite of it all.

At any rate, Peter continues by saying, “Who cares what people think? / We’re fine, we’ve been through this before / One day he’ll wake up / and realize all he needs is me / Until then, God, I wish I knew / I need a guarantee.”

So here is where the relationship is confirmed to Matthew. Matthew says nothing to him, instead directing his next line back to God: “I need to know for sure that you’ll be there.”

Peter echoes that sentiment and the song proper ends, fading into a soft piano. At this point Matt and Peter begin to dance together, with Matt asking “Who’s leading?” and Peter answering, “I don’t know.” Matt asks “Who usually leads?” thereby acknowledging Peter and Jason’s relationship (and subtly asking who tops, lmao).

Peter whispers into Matt’s ear, which we can assume is him properly coming out, then says goodnight and leaves.

Now. It is absolutely possible to read Matt as deceiving in this song and a so-closeted-he’s-homophobic type of guy, between the dance and his treatment of Jason, but as I said before I don’t believe his behavior is rooted in homophobia. I also don’t believe he was lying about his feelings to earn Peter’s trust and gain information from him. There’s nothing to suggest that is Matt’s goal.

I think Matt is straight and starts the dance as a genuine show of support for Peter. Remember, this show was written and takes place in ~2000. Matt is touching Peter, doing an intimate activity with him, right after Peter has come out. It is extremely significant and sweet. Asking who leads is an even more overt gesture of acceptance; Matt wants to hear about them and what their relationship is like. This moment is unbelievably special and I believe that’s why Peter decides to come out rather than play damage control.

Okay, so, that’s all well and good, but what about the part where Matt’s a total dickhead later on? Well.

Matt fights Jason and calls him a faggot the very next day, but he does so during their rehearsal for the school play, where a fight is already scripted; he just takes it too far and adds the slur, whispered for only Jason. I think that this was a response to Jason dancing with Ivy and Matt wanted to let Jason know he held something over him; I believe that if Jason and Ivy had gone no further, Matt wouldn’t have either.

But instead, when Peter arrives and tries to convince Jason, again, to come out, Jason breaks up with him.

Shortly after (it’s unclear how long; possibly the same day), Ivy approaches Jason to apologize for being so forward at her party. Jason says it’s okay and pretends to reciprocate his feelings, clearly in an attempt to be “normal” and distance himself from his queerness/relationship to Peter. He and Ivy end up having sex, and then everyone splits for spring break.

When they return from break, Ivy asks to meet with Jason before a play rehearsal, where she reveals that she’s pregnant. Jason loses it and they begin to argue. Matt appears, as well as other students ready for rehearsal, and tells Ivy that Jason is gay and will never treat her the way she deserves (like he would, if she would date him).

Peter runs in and asks what’s going on. This is the only time Matt is even a bit mean to him, asking “Ivy’s pregnant and your boyfriend’s the dad / So what does that make you?” Peter tries to deny it, and Matt tells him not to play dumb.

Jason shouts at Matt to shut up and Matt taunts him about seeing them dance at the rave. Jason shouts at him some more, trying to salvage the situation, before Peter reveals that Matt does know what he’s talking about, because Peter told him.

Jason storms out, has a crisis, etc, and ultimately ends up getting drugs from Matt and overdosing on the night of the school play. It’s not clear whether this drug deal was already arranged or not, or why Matt lets an obviously unstable classmate have pills. We don’t get to see his thought process.

I think that Matt genuinely didn’t grasp the severity of what he was doing. He knew it would hurt Jason, but he didn’t expect it to destroy him. As Jason takes the pills, Matt even says, “You know we’re still cool, right?” in a sort of clumsy, teen-guy attempt to smooth things over. It seems to cross his mind what Jason could do with the drugs, but he’s too nervous to confront him about it directly. Maybe he assumes he’ll have more time, to talk to Jason again or warn someone closer to him.

Matt apologizes better to Peter later in the same scene, saying, “Peter, what I did…that was messed up. I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.” (Peter only replies “It’s done,” for the curious.)

It is interesting how Matt responds differently to each of them, and implies he’s closer and more comfortable with Peter (makes sense, given his animosity/rivalry with Jason). I read this both as a real apology to Peter and an attempt to soothe his guilt over Jason; maybe he’s hoping Peter will put in a good word for him, though Peter and Jason are barely speaking at this point either.

The next we see Matt is in the final song, which takes place during the graduation ceremony. He begins his valedictorian speech, stammering, “I’d like to start with just a— / If we could take a moment— / If maybe we were silent / Or we had spoken / I tried to find the words to— / Just the right quotation / But I must confess I came up empty.”

Matt never seems unsure of himself before now. While metaphorically, yes, he sings a song about uncertainty, he doesn’t stumble over his words or have nothing to say. I would say Matt is acutely aware of his position, and that while he is referencing his speech when he talks about coming up empty, he’s also referring to that last moment of contact. That brief second where he could have said or done anything, could have made a difference, and only let Jason go.

That’s all we have of Matt. A conflicted, lonely, potentially-grieving kid who made a stupid, fucked-up choice in a fit of envy and has to deal with the consequences.

I’m unsure, at the end of all this, whether I have the dominant opinion. I’ve never really interacted with Bare’s fandom. I hope I have the dominant opinion. Matt’s pretty easy to hate and narratives are pretty easy to twist.

But I keep coming back to a dance outside a party. And I don’t believe Bare is a story in black and white.