#sorry it took so long to reply but i appreciate it

[nativegirltapes]

omg can we talk about tp!mom not being able to pay her bills and when drew is taking care of baby he sees the bills scattered across the dining table and him taking care of it

warnings/notes: reader is stubborn, i didn’t expect this to be as long as it is lol

you told drew you picked up a few extra hours of overtime this week, all in hopes of being able to pay the bills this months, although you left that part out. and of course without a doubt, drew cleared his schedule, booked the first plane, and was on his way; all to take care of baby while you worked. you told him that he didn't have to do all that, that baby could go to your mom's for the weekend, but he absolutely insisted.

after your long eventful shift at the bar, you were finally home. seeing baby was always enough to wash away your worries, after all, you were doing it all for her, and the hours of labor always paid off. you'd work 14 hour days for her if it meant she'd have everything she needed.

"mommy's home!" you heard drew yell as you came through the front door, baby was in drew's arm, a huge grin on her face. "mommy!" she shouted, her little body in a race to get down from drew's arms and run into yours. "how's my baby?" you got down to her level, opening your arms, she immediately ran into them. you gave her a kiss and started unpacking your stuff from work as she sat on your hip.

"busy day?” drew asked while helping you unpack your lunch bag. “yeah, busy and looong.” you replied. “thanks for watching baby.”

after baby was down for bed you did some night cleaning; you realized the bills you left on the table weren’t there anymore. “hey drew!” you yelled, he was laying in your room on your bed, probably napping; taking care of baby all day was fun, but definitely exhausting. “yeah baby. what’s up?” he shot out of bed. “i left some mail on the table before i left, did you see it anywhere?”

“the bills?” he yawned. “i took care of them.” he stretched his arms. he what? “what do you mean you ‘took care of them’” you giggled, really hoping he was joking. “i paid them.”

“what?” you playfully shoved him, but he only pulled you closer. “you better be joking.”

“i took care of them.” he repeated himself again. “i’m serious.” he pulled you close towards his chest, but couldn’t help but pull away. “drew! that was like fifteen hundred dollars in bills!” you yelled. “you can’t just do stuff like that!”

“i’m just trying to help out.” drew’s face flushed with worry when he realized you were actually kind of upset. “i’m sorry.”

after some settling down and a nice warm shower, you sat next to drew on your bed. “i’m sorry.” you whispered, your doe eyes looking over at drew and your hair tied up in a towel. “i really do appreciate your help, but next time can we talk about it?”

drew opened his arm, you nuzzled into his chest. “but if i asked you wouldn’t have let me.” he chuckled. you really had no rebuttal to his point, he was right. you didn’t even like him buying you and baby groceries, so let alone a thousand plus in bills? you were upset. “exactly my point.” you giggled.

“i’ll think about it.”

[mythgendered]

So did Proto tell Tempo about the trans thing? Because every time I think about their argument in the Refrain AU I imagine a really awkward exchange kinda like:

Proto: (sarcastic) Oh, yeah, I’m sure Dr. Light would be happy to have his “daughter” home

Tempo: If you are referring to Refrain, I must ask you to be more respectful—

Proto: What? Oh— no, Tempo, I’m trans.

Tempo: Oh. …Would you prefer if referred to you with she/her pronouns, then?

Proto: (half-laughing) Tempo, I’m FTM—

asdfhjkgsdfgk this is really cute anon I think Proto Man would tell Tempo, maybe when they're closer friends. I can imagine him being kinda cagey and mysterious, just, showing up to hang out at random times and she just rolls with it. but if it was during The Argument, when he was Break Man, he'd have been so frustrated and angry it might have been difficult to parse what he was so upset about -- aside from oblique anger at "why she gets to be herself and I didn't" Either way, when he does just outright explain things, it'd probably be that level of awkward, heheh

[victarin]

I.. wanted to feel different from everyone drawing Sun. So, I hope you like my wacky silly Moon, I tried to make him opposite to Sun in some ways. Just so you know, I usually draw traditionally and this is like my second time drawing digitally.. but I'm honestly really proud of it, because I've never done lineless before but I think it really rocks actually! I hope you love him, I wanted to put visual effects on it but I totally forgot lol

WAAAAGHH OMG !!! this DOES really rock!!! THE COLORS ARE LOVELY & I LOVE THE REVERSE CRESCENT (!!!) this take on moon is so so awesome thank you so much for drawing this?? you got the shadowed bits down so well aaaghhawkjhwa

i hope ur enjoying digital art that is so awesome !!! this looks amazing <3333

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

If you had complete control over the decor in Mori's room at the lighthouse, what would it look like? What kind of items and decorations would you find in her room? Would she get a real bed, or just keep sleeping on that sad little couch we get in-game?

Bonus question: If she could choose her "spot" literally anywhere in or around the lighthouse, would she hunker down somewhere else?

This took a million years to scrape the brainpower up for this question, I apologize!!

The unfortunate thing about Mori is that she spent so long living in a space that was overall very spartan that she doesn't really....put a lot of thought into decor? If I'm being really honest, she probably does exactly what you can do in the game - just puts things on the flat surfaces around her, and occasionally switches them around. A vast majority of her "decor" is just stacks of books in various stages of being read, a few sharpening stones, and one gaudy-looking nug statue that she found in Treviso and thought was too funny not to get.

I think the only other thing she'd add are a few more plants at Harding's suggestion, because despite her absolutely wretched green thumb, Mori likes to be surrounded by plants. The public gardens of Nevarra were some of her favorite places to be back home, so she would be very pleased to sort of emulate that. She DOES have to bring Lace in every so often to check on her plants because she...isn't great about it...but that's really just a bonus. :>

She WOULD definitely do is get rid of that horrible couch, though. I think she hates the thing on sight. I think the minute she figures out that she can shunt it into storage, she does so, and then shuffles the whole middle space of the room around so that she and Taash can muscle in a big, sprawling square of a bed with about a million pillows per inch. It is her only indulgence, but now that she's got the chance to nest? Boy, she TAKES it.

[floral-hex]

Nice taste in music you got there 👀

You’re the nicest person on earth.

[syrenki]

love. i was wondering if you’ve read anything from the belarusian poet valzhyna mort before? i only just found out you’re from belarus while scrolling through your posts this week and it made me think of these poems i love. i think you might appreciate them too. you both have an eye for beautiful imagery and your words share the same kind of transparency. whether it’s love, anger or loss, you’ll commit to it. sending you love and daisies <3

it’s so hard to believe & belarusian i

oh my dear lord, those are so good. thank you darling! i had no idea about her, i only sort of know the polish poets, and the russian, but somehow the belarusian poetry has been spinning somewhere very far away from me. it's surprising someone outside of Belarus, someone from the great grand west even keeps an eye out for them, thank you for that. i especially like "it's so hard to believe", with the youth, the blue veins, the dog... the idea of a world turned away from some people not because it's inherently bad, but just because it doesn't know better. it's been taught differently. it wasn't born like this. oh, that strikes a chord i didn't know existed. i will read more from her, keep an eye out for random excerpts, once again thank you so so so much

[clownhonkbonk]

Hello! Hi! Hello! I love your style so so much!!! the way you draw wilde is so <33 I need to wrap him in a blanket! he is so colourful :D

gasp, thank you so much!!!!

he desperately needs it, look at that man and tell me he doesn't get incredibly cold.

[lgbtlunaverse]

I don't remember why/when I followed you but I need it known that every take I've ever seen from you on anything has been right. I'll be scrolling through my dash or a fandom tag like mxtx's stuff or bnha and recently dunmeshi, and every time you show up and spit out the truth like god throwing world lore at us from the gates of heaven. but gayer

JKSDNSAKJFDN thank you!! i do love the mental image of god!me sending a poor messenger down with the 10 commandments except it's just my unhinged meta.

[mokutone]

this might be a dumb question, but I was wondering how ko-fi works? Will you be able to see my legal name with PayPal? is there a way to hide that from whoever I donate to, or donates to me? I would like to tip something but am worried about my real name getting out there

thanks 😀

that's not a dumb question at all!

yeah, if you donate via kofi using a paypal personal account, paypal will use the name attached to that and share that name with the person you donated to, which is probably going to be your government name. if you don't want anyone seeing that name, then yeah, it's probably best not to donate using paypal on kofi—and that's entirely understandable. i do want to say personally, and i know this is the case for many others, but as a trans person my policy to seeing a name in paypal is to ignore it because frequently a government name isn't the person's living name, yfm? i only acknowledge names people actively introduce themselves as, such as calling themself in conversation or a name they use on their blog, you know? i do my best to ignore or forget the rest

but to reiterate, in terms of privacy concerns: yeah your government name, if visible on paypal (which it probably would be on a personal account) will be used in transactions and if you want that to remain entirely secret, then kofi might not be the best option :(

[kafkaoftherubble]

Idk if you particularly care about the Crunchyroll Anime Awards but voting opened yesterday (https://www.crunchyroll.com/animeawards/vote) and the nominees for some of the awards are so confusing.

With the amount of cool anime that came out last year I’m confused on why there’s a lack of diversity in the options. Look, I loved JJK S2, but why is it in nearly every category 😭. I’m also reluctant to let MAPPA get any kind of a win due the horrid scheduling conditions the animators were put under.

It just feels like the people that were deciding the nominees were like “Oh yeah CSM, Oshi no Ko, and Demon Slayer were pretty popular, just throw it in there!” Also didn’t the CSM anime come out and end in 2022, why is it here?

Also as a Hells Paradise manga fan, I’m confused on why the anime adaptation is even anywhere NEAR these awards. Best opening I understand, but it was a show that clearly suffered from MAPPA overwork and then taking on too many IPs. It’s just clogging up nominee spaces at this point.

Yo, I forgot that it's time for that Anime Award thing again! I remembered the Game Awards but not this, damn. SHould we vote too?

Oh yea, 2023 was such a banger.

I kinda expected JJK S2 to show up in a lot of categories, especially since I think for a lot of them, it does seem rather deserving to be there... even if it takes away the votes for other work. I think about it this way: is it fair to deny someone from being a candidate in a race even though they qualify, just because they are very popular? For now, I lean negative to this.

Of course! Deserving or not is a matter of subjective taste! To that, I am happy to concede, haha!

That said, since the Anime Award is a popularity award, I think voters like us should try to balance out the votes cast for JJK to mitigate the possible expense of other deserving anime.

I don't remember if Crunchyroll would show the percentage of votes for transparency purposes when the voting closes, but I think it's useful to do that. If JJK wins, we know it's because of its meteoric popularity, not because its competitors suck. Then we can see how, despite the competition, some anime managed to score a pretty startling number of votes.

I think focusing on the statistics cuts straight to the heart of acknowledgment and appreciation of an art form, even if it lacks the glory of actually winning the first prize. But hey, it's low-stakes stuff in the end. It ain't the general or presidential election, innit? 😂

If only we could do rank-choice voting...

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I also do not understand why Chainsaw Man is here. I also thought it would not be counted because it was from last-last year.

I kinda think Oshi no Ko deserves to be around, though!

Demon Slayer... has been like a goddamn mainstay for years now, jesus. I'm gonna refrain from opining about it precisely because I don't enjoy Demon Slayer, so anything I say may be inseparable from this personal bias against the work, ahahhaha!

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MAPPA taking so many projects shows another issue now that you mentioned it: it's taking up a lotta places with different projects too! If you don't want MAPPA to win, because you want to punish them for the way they treated their animators, your choices will become so much more limited. It's not a full-blown MAPPAのpoly yet, but there is a nascent emergence of it. Brrrrr.

Just taking up so many of the candidacies—via their surplus products—increases the probability of MAPPA emerging as the shadow victor no matter what anime won. Well, well, well. Slick move, MAPPA.

Anyway, I'm spitballing here, but...

I kinda think that it's high time awards minimize the brand of the studio and start amplifying the names of certain teams contributing to the art, like... the lead animators and the director. Ya know, "Director X and Their Team" instead of "MAPPA studio."

And award categories should really expand beyond genre or whatever the host makes up. Some of their categories even seem meaningless to me, like "best continuing series." What's there to celebrate about a long-running series? Why can't a series just compete with other series, regardless of how long it ran, as long as it's within that year?

Instead, wouldn't it be better if we create categories for "best animator" or "best scene" or, hey! There's an existing one! "Best Art Direction!" But instead of letting "Anime X, Studio Y" be the rep, we actually credit the name of the lead animators et al., and then the actual scene within the anime itself?

That way, even a show with fewer fans could still get recognized for that show's sick artistic achievements (if applicable), and the people behind it are at the forefront of said recognition. While we as fans can still shower credits to a big-production show—since it's got a lot of really good stuff—with minimal "accidental plaudits" to terrible studio execs.

I kinda... just think that if award shows are meant to celebrate and acknowledge the medium of anime, why not really cut to the heart of it?

Who are we celebrating for achievements, and for what?

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I did not read Hell's Paradise as a manga, hee hee. Don't jump on me!

So, with nothing to compare, I liked the anime enough. I'm actually not bespoke about sakuga and composition and whatnot; I'm as unsophisticated as they come, ahahah! I love the monsters and the flowers and stuff!

I love the story and the philosophical mix between Buddhism and Daoism. It's so rad. I also really admire Sagirin! And I like Gabimaru too.

All these alone actually make me like the anime /scratches head

...Yea I'm shallow like that! HAHAHAHHAHAHA!

PLUTO WHERE YOU AT LEMME LAVISH YOU WITH VOTES YOU BETTER BE IN THERE

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Oh, the length of this reply qualifies so...

Thank you for reading my ramble!

[freckled-paints]

Hey btw this person reposted your art

https://www.tumblr.com/waisii/719377110932799488/sourcezeewik-httpsshorturlatikve3

hey! thanks so much for letting me know i really appreciate that!!

i saw the account when you first sent this but went back recently and it had disappeared so they probably deleted it/it got taken down

good thing too they had SO much reposted art their with no credit

[thosetaleskids]

“Laphicet…!” Perhaps when Laphicet’d least expect it, out of the blue comes Elle, who’s done quite a lot of running today given her airy voice. “Finally found you…! I understand why you gotta keep your head low, but your group knows how to run a gal in circles...!”

With her whining out of the way, she takes this moment to catch up on all the breaths she’s missed on this wild ride of a goose chase. When she composes, she’s back to her usual bright smile, “Anyway! I’d love to say I was here cause I’m the bestest friend ever, but I’m here on an important mission from Commander Ludger! Although please consider my mission partially from me too!” 

As per her mission, Elle hands Laphicet a bulky Beinfu-shaped box whose giant hat actually comes off to allow access to its contents. Pulling out its contents would reveal… a sleek silver choker, wide enough to fit exactly like his old one. Though this one’s focal piece is a plate imbued with a real cicada shell, dipped in rose gold to give it a nice sheen whenever it catches the sun. Next to it are two blue butterflies, just like the one on her old hat (and on her shorts now).

“Ludger wanted to thank you for being a great family friend to us, and since I wanted an excuse to see you anyway, I offered to do the delivery!” She explains, though her addendum is rather quick, “But don’t get me wrong– Ludger would’ve 100% come if I didn’t insist I’d go by myself! Just I saw he was busy, I’m not busy, so why not put in some work? Win-win!"

Matter cleared, Elle clears her throat to give this all her feeling, “Your gift was a team effort from all five of us, Victor didn’t even fuss about helping for once, so I hope you like it! Thank you so much for being your amazing self, Laphicet!”

"Elle!"

Oh, he definitely hadn't been expecting to see her, least of all here in Southgand; but that didn't make Laphicet any less happy to do so. He kind of considered Elle his first friend from outside his own world, after all (unless one counted Jude and Milla, he supposed... but when most of their interactions had been fighting against them to that Goldipen didn't end the world, friends didn't sound like quite the right term), and that made her pretty important to him.

He winced a little at the implication that she'd been chasing after the so-called 'calamity crew' for a while, though.

"Ah... sorry about that. Velvet keeps us on the move a lot."

Not just Velvet, it had to be admitted; the group were running all over the place, each member taking care of last little bits of business before they risked potentially ending the world by taking on Innominat. Even he'd added his own bit to that in insisting that they hunt down the ingredients of the Omega Elixir for Videl.

"But you found us now! That's what matters, right?"

His head tilted as she explained her mission from Ludger... and partially from herself too. Curious, more than anything; it must be something really important if she was chasing him down so determinedly, right? It was...

...to give him another Bienfu?

Quite honestly, Phi had no idea what the little normin would think of seeing himself replicated in box form like this. For once, though, he wasn't around to see... probably Magilou sending him on another of the thankless errands that his poetry so often lamented about.

Removing the hat from the box, the young malak reached in to withdraw the contents. First... a collar, like the one he'd worn under Lady Teresa? That... brought some rather awkward memories with it, like ditching the old one on Lionel Island to prove that he was no longer just the tool that the Abbey had seen him as.

But then... this one was different, wasn't it? And not only because of being a gift from a friend which alone made it special. It was a different colour, for one; and made of a material that felt like it would sit more comfortably than the Abbey one had. And...

Wait, the pendant on it, was that...?

Okay, that was the thing that really sold him on it; the genuine cicada shell was an incredible touch as far as Phi was concerned. Little fingers trailed over the gold-coated insect, marvelling at the intricacy of it. Reminded him of what Teresa had told him, about the time when her brother Oscar had given her a whole pile of them as a gift when they'd been kids, thinking he was being nice, and she'd just screamed... he chuckled a little at the thought.

"I really like it; thank you!"

To prove the point, he slipped it around his neck right there. Adjusting it so that it sat a bit differently to the one he'd worn before; he wasn't a vain boy, but this time he was wearing it by his own choice, and he wanted to make sure that his look with it emphasised that.

Oh, and the butterflies, too! He recalled noticing similar designs on Elle's outfit; he kind of liked the idea of matching. One, he clipped to his blue neck scarf; the other, after a moment's thought, to one of the shoulders of his robe.

Plus... getting gifts was enough of a rarity to him, still, that honestly it would have made him happy no matter what had been in the box.

"Well, I'd have been happy to see either of you. But I'm especially happy to see you!"

If he blushed a little to say that, he blushed even more as Elle thanked him, even called him amazing. What could he say to that? Laphicet knew he was something unique, in the sense of being part of Innominat; but that was sort of something else, and not necessarily always in a good way. Being called amazing just for being himself...?

"Th- that's okay. I think you're kind of amazing, as well."

Was it weird to say that? It wasn't weird to say that when it was just returning the compliment, right?

Still, it was probably a good thing that Magilou wasn't here right now, or she'd definitely tease him for days afterwards.

[djarinova]

MERRY CHRISTMAS EM!!!

hope you had the happiest of holidays!! 🥰 also i hope you’re feeling better too!!

xoxo 💋

thank you so much my sweet angel!!! I hope your christmas was wonderful too xxx

and thank you for the well wishes ml, I am feeling much better now!! (tmi possibly but I think it was food poisoning and luckily it has passed now) 🫶🫶💚🎄

[stinkrascal]

Do you hc Gale and Malthea (love that name) to have an 'official' first date, and if so, what did they do?

...is it basic to say they went on a picnic together? 🙈 basically, think about that one scene with gale where y'all are sitting and watching the stars, but with wine and fancy cheeses. i think they'd consider that to be their first "true" date !

[lowkeyren]

reverse dating tropes w hsr men!

in which — what the title suggests / those classic fanfic tropes but with a twist

featuring — boothill, jing yuan, blade (separately) x gn!reader

✧.* — wc: total 1.5k, used up half my brain for this (the other half is for pt2 w aven sunday geppie!!), lovesick boothill + clingy jy + jealous blade fr, anyway pls enjoy! reblogs r appreciated <3

gepard aven sunday vers here!

boothill ꩜ .ᐟ

love at many sights with boothill whose memory card was tinkered with, and every time you meet, he thinks he's seeing you for the first time, so he falls for you over and over again. 

when boothill returned from a dangerous mission, it was evident that he had endured significant damage. his once sleek and polished exterior was now marred by dents and scratches, and his mechanical limbs were either partially missing or severely damaged. the exposed wiring, usually neatly tucked away beneath scraps of metals, now hung in tangled strands, sparking occasionally with residual energy.

he looked barely salvageable. it's safe to say that the mechanics had a hell of a time fixing him.

though they were skilled enough to piece him back together, his memory card wasn’t as lucky. a tinkering in his system left him incapable of recalling or retaining information in his synthetic brain, temporarily —leaving the mechanics scrambling to find a solution.

weeks later, you find yourself walking down the familiar corridors of the laboratory where your favourite cyborg is being held for reparation.

boothill’s eyes immediately land on yours when you enter the lab. “well ain’t this a surprise! haven’t seen ya in a good long while.” boothill drawls, tipping his hat your way, his voice carrying a metallic twang. 

"i heard you took a bit of a tumble, figured someone should come make sure you didn’t lose all your screws." you shrug nonchalantly, a smirk playing on your lips.

boothill's eyes flicker for a moment, taking in the curve forming on your lips. he thinks you’re adorable with that infectious smile of yours. 

“heh, nothin’ bad, just had a r-r-run in with some cuties" he says, failing to hide the glitch that caused his voice to stutter. (and that damn synesthesia beacon! he swears he’ll get it fixed this time around…)

“guess you took more than a tumble huh...” you lean casually against the workbench, the sterile scent of machinery and the hum of various devices filled the air; your gaze sweeps over the freshly repaired parts of boothill's metallic frame, “anyway, glad to see that you’re mostly fine now." 

“aww! do ya care ‘bout me?” he teases, his grin widening, revealing his pointy teeth peeking out mischievously. you don’t reply, your eyes glinting with the faintest hint of amusement dancing in them.

"boothill, we go through this every time, your memory card's still damaged. you forget things sometimes, so for the 5th time this week, yes i do care about you.”

boothill's expression shifts, a mixture of realization and sheepishness crossing his features. "right, right," he murmurs, scratching the back of his head with his metallic hand. "sorry 'bout that, sugar. guess i just keep forgettin'."

you chuckle and shake your head, finding the situation amusing. he feels like he might overheat from the sheer warmth radiating from your smile.

“you’re beautiful, date me.” (he didn’t mean to blurt that outloud)

you raise your eyebrows at the sudden compliment, “why thank you,” a surprised laugh escapes your lips.

“—and we’re already dating, silly.”

a shower of sparks erupts from his circuits, you can particularly hear the fans inside him sputter and whir. you rush to his side, concern etched on your face.

“wh- are you okay?! you’re short circuiting again!”

and this happens every time his memory lapses. you offer an apology to the mechanic on the next shift for the extra work required to fix yet another damaged wire after your visits. perhaps they should ban you from getting too close to boothill, lest he completely breaks down again like that one time where you told him, yes you actually kissed before.

jing yuan ୭ ˚.

"secret relationship" with jing yuan but he is completely unaware of how his public displays of affection towards you keep revealing the supposed secrecy of your relationship.

on the rare case that the general is found in his office, you are there too, beside him.

“pleeeease? just one kiss, really really miss you, darling”

“no jing yuan, not now…”

he wraps his arms around you as he leans in, caging you from the back. he rests his chin on your shoulder, “then how about a kiss on the cheeks?” he murmurs in your ear. you try to push him away, but he just chuckles softly against your neck, his arms still secure around you.

“no, and get off me before someone sees!” you protest, feeling your face flush from the close proximity, and the tightening of his arms suggests that he has no intention of releasing you just yet.

this stubborn man… you swear you’re gonna burst a blood vessel someday.

as if to echo your exasperation; he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, peppering it with nibbles and gentle kisses. jing yuan certainly knows how to test your limits, yet his affectionate gestures never fail to chip away at your resolve.

suddenly, a series of loud knocks come from the door, you freeze, and immediately attempt to wiggle your way out of his grasp. but he remains unfazed, his hold on you firm, and seemingly unbothered by the interruption.

the door bursts open, “general! there’s a situation at starskiff ha—ven...”  yanqing trails off as his eyes widen at your position. the room falls into a momentary silence as yanqing's gaze shifts between you and his general, his expression reflecting a blend of shock and embarrassment.

clearing his throat awkwardly, yanqing stammers, "i-im sorry for interrupting... i’ll t-take my leave now!” with a hurried nod, he practically sprints out of the room.

oh bless that kid’s poor eyes… 

you shoot a glare at jing yuan from the corner of your eyes, you just know that he has a shit eating grin on his face right now. nowadays, it’s probably common knowledge that the general’s most treasured person is you, evidently shown by how he latches himself onto you every time you’re within his vicinity. you wouldn’t be surprised if the entirety of xianzhou knows about your supposed “secret” relationship.

“so… can i have my kiss now?” 

aeons, he’s insufferable. (you love him tho!!!!!)

blade ؛ ଓ

"fake dating" with blade but you are actually dating —somehow everyone is convinced you aren't.

“blink twice if you need help.” march whispers-shout; dan heng leans against the doorway, blocking the way into your room, nods in agreement.

“this is absurd… i’m alright guys, really!” you try to reassure your friends, frustration edging into your voice. though no matter how many times you insist that no blade isn't holding you hostage and that you are indeed in a relationship with him, they seem convinced otherwise, somehow deducing that you're not able to speak freely.

you sigh in resignation, knowing that they aren’t going to relent anytime soon, and with blade idling in your room, you can't afford to keep him waiting any longer. “dan heng please, let me through, he’s been waiting for me for the past 10 minutes now…”

“good, let him wait.” dan heng responds curtly. (what a guy)

march takes hold of your hands, “do you owe the stellaron hunters something, and him out of everyone?! he looks scary…and totally not your type!” 

“not their type?” a low voice rings out from behind dan heng, the three of you turn immediately and see blade looming at your doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“stellaron hunter. stay back.” dan heng furrows his eyebrows, his stance defensive as he pulls out his weapon, positioning himself to block you and march. sensing the growing tension, you step forward, reaching out to gently grasp at dan heng’s shoulder. 

(blade’s expression darkens at your hand resting on him)

“it’s okay dan heng, he means no harm.” dan heng hesitates, his grip on his weapon remains tight, but he doesn't move to strike. so you slowly move between him and blade, “see? i’m fine… he’s not gonna hurt me.” you smile reassuringly at your friends. 

just then, as if to further aggravate dan heng, blade settles his hand on your waist. dan heng’s hand is visibly twitching now. “what? can’t i touch what’s mine?”

dan heng’s eyes narrow, “...we still don’t believe you, leave now. before it’s too late.”

before you can interject, blade grabs your chin, silencing any words of protest with a sudden kiss. caught off guard, your eyes widen as the unexpected gesture leaves you momentarily stunned. but you soon reciprocate his kiss, his intensity drawing you in.

(march quickly covers her eyes with her hands)

“there. now leave us alone.” and with that, he pulls you into your room, slamming the door shut behind, pinning you against it. 

it’s just the both of you now, finally.

“did you really have to touch him.” his voice tinged with possessiveness. “blade, he would’ve hurt you, i didn’t mean—” he shuts you up with another kiss, more desperate this time, welp guess you’re stuck with him for the night.

though your friends might not believe that a person like you would “be in cahoots” with someone as dangerous as him; convincing them otherwise is a task for another time. tonight, he wants your attention focused solely on him, and him only.

✧.*

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[kruegerspillow]

small arguments with simon riley would be like...

well, you don't argue with simon often

so when a conflict DOES ignite between the both of you, there'll be no funny businesses

the whole damn argument, simon stares at you blankly. no thoughts behind those eyes, until you're done speaking.

"love." yes, it's that nickname again.

he feverishly needed to talk it out between the both of you, not wanting to ruin the relationship he'd spent his whole life wishing upon.

but the words always get stuck in his throat.

so, instead of speaking, he'll let a few minutes of silence pass, giving the both of you to gather your composure back.

buuut his reaction/reply to the argument would be different. it depends on who is in the wrong. if it is you who's in the wrong, he'll most likely isolate himself for a while, most likely for a few hours/maximum a DAY. he'll lowkey die without you around him.

he doesn't hold grudges, so a few apologies and kisses from you is enough. but his trust? a bit bruised (as long as you didn't say anything too far!) but nothing that you can't fix.

he'll let you pamper him all day.

under one condition—he won't let you buy anything for him as an apology. that's his job. your apology and presence is enough.

but if it is him who's in the wrong? oh, the silent guilt will gnaw at the bars of his enclosure.

for example: whenever you lecture or tell him to take care of his health, he'll most likely brush it off as if it was nothing.

and that pisses you off, because you care deeply about him.

you'll probably start telling him off, rambling about how he needed to listen to you more.

until he rolled his damn eyes at you.

that's your breaking point. your annoyance reached its peak point.

"can you— can you listen to me for once, riley?"

that caught his attention.

he immediately tensed up at the sudden change in your tone, shifting in his seat so that he's fully facing you.

but when he met your gaze, he was far too late. your tears already threatened to spill.

panics in the inside AND outside. his eyes widen in surprise and hands twitch in desperation. he wanted to reach out to you but he didn't know if it would make it worse or better.

so, he stayed—with the feeling of regret punching him in the guts.

he watched you sniffle, turning your head away from him as the silence took over the conversation— well, argument. one sided argument.

until you shifted closer to him. he took that as an offer.

immediately goes up to you and wraps his arm around you. he's quiet for a while, mumbling apologies and promises (that you need to remind him of)

once your sobs and sniffles come to an end, it's his turn to speak

"love, i know you've heard this a million bloody times, but 'm sorry."

"should've listened to ya, yeah?"

"it's okay sweet'eart, let it out."

"fuck, if i could i'd stop those tears of yours from flowing, i would."

and in a few hours, you'll get your favorite takeout, snacks and flowers. he'll pamper you with kisses all day.

(he won't promise to stop being stubborn though. that's one unique part of him that you loved, anyway.)

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