#such an interesting way to do a scary ceremony

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Mistpaw awoke on the day of her warrior ceremony with a painful lump of dread lodged in her throat.

The sharp smell of newleaf bedding filled the apprentice den, mixed with the fear scent of the other sleeping apprentices.

Mistpaw sighed as she looked at the warriors already gathered below the Speaking tree.

Duststar was watching her already, and Mistpaw sighed before waking the other apprentices.

Mosspaw and Bubblingpaw were already waking up, trembling and avoiding eye contact with her, as though that would save them from a horrible fate.

Beetlepad poked his head in.

“Get up.” He growled. Despite only being four moons older than Mistpaw, he had the air of a much older warrior.

Mistpaw obeyed, ignoring Basspaw’s mew of protest as he was jostled.

If there was even the slightest hint of weakness, then she would be killed.

She walked out, half-tail twitching nervously.

Her mother-Shadepelt, watched her coldly.

Mistpaw looked down at the feathers laid at the bottom of the speaking tree by Turtleheart’s paws. She stifled a gulp as the medicine cat drew a circle around the feathers, eyes fixed on the items.

The gathered warriors were silent as Duststar spoke.

“Mistpaw. You have survived the Trials, and, as such, we must give you a name to honor your perseverance.” Turtleheart nodded and grinned, showing old yellowed teeth. “However, there is one more trial you must pass.”

The trial of Feathers. Mistpaw had seen it happen before, but the gravity of what was about to happen.

Turtleheart stood slowly, summoning the other healers- Quickyowl and Ganderpelt- to stand beside the circle.

Quickyowl stared at her, then- without breaking eye contact- he reached out and snagged a feather, pulling it towards him. Turtleheart nodded, still smiling.

“An owl feather. Good hunting will follow you wherever you go.”

Ganderpelt nodded approvingly, then turned to stare, moving slower, but grabbing a feather as well.

“A peacock. You strive to be known.” Turtleheart licked his forepaw. “Not a good omen. You can be blinded by hidden dangers and your own vanity.”

Then, moving deliberately, desperately, slowly, Turtleheart reached into the circle, and snagged a third feather.

Duststar spoke.

“Golden eagle. You will be ambitious. You pass. I now dub you.. Miststem.”

The new name was chanted quietly among the warriors, and Miststem took her place among them.

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HMMMMMM

[ilylovelyz]

kenma fatherly headcannons

i thought it would be interesting to think about what kenma would be like as a father 🤔

look, im not even gonna be nice with it, i definitely dont see kenma being excited at the idea of having a kid 😭

definitely was like "are you being fr 😟?" when you told him

he obviously wasnt an asshole about it, but he couldn't help his feeling and indifference about the whole thing

the two of you had a long talk about it

the whole time he was more or less "are you sure about this"

hes not a horrible person/partner, he wasnt about to force you to do an abortion

he just wanted to make sure this was actually what you wanted to do and if you were actually serious about it

after you were stern about keeping the baby, he was fine with it

he was more worried about how he would be like as a father because he's very much scared of little kids and struggles to bond with just anyone

also a little peeved at the thought of his alone/free time being taken away

doesnt like the idea of his alone time with you having a literal permanent third wheeler but wont admit that to anyone but kuroo 🌚

during ur pregnancy, he was actually really okay with it

he would check up on you various times of the day, asking how you feel

yeah, he wasnt really excited for it, but that doesn't mean he wont try for it

would pause his games and go to wherever part of the house you were in, eyeing your baby bump with those wary cat eyes of his, all "..how are you feeling..?"

tbh i see you getting pregnant before marrying him because the two of you were kinda lazy with being careful 😅

he kinda facepalms because now hes like "why didnt i think of the possibility of pregnancy🤦🏽‍♀️"

while it doesn't speed up the whole process, he'll now begin taking the thought of marriage seriously

he'll bring up the idea of eloping, or a small wedding because he doesn't like the idea of a big and elaborate wedding ceremony/party

he didnt really care about gender, but he did care about baby names because he didnt want the baby to have a stupid name

now i see him being very curious tho

so he'll ask you a bunch of questions about how it feels to be pregnant, eyes wide when you tell him all the gruesome parts 😭

will also spend some time looking up more information about pregnancy and childbirth

now i do think he'd be aware about how he should change himself for the better

he grew up kinda isolated, and he 100% didnt want that for his kid, especially considering the fact that his child will most likely be an only child too

aw sleeping in kenma's arms while he plays video games cuz hormones made you sad

he'll like announce ur pregnancy to his followers/fans, it was so random he was like "yeah guys im having a kid 😪 kinda scary ngl" during one of his livestreams

really appreciates and is totally surprised when he's gifted money and baby supplies by his fans

maybe posts short little clips of you sleeping in an odd position or doing random things because he thinks its funny how you now do things differently because your bump prevents you from doing things in a certain way

i think it would interest him in the way your baby bump grows

he would be a little mortified at the way he would poke your bump's skin and watch his indent stay there long after he pulled his finger away

would be kinda "??? 🤔🤨" when he first feels the baby's kick/movements

he would "begrudgingly" walk to the store for you late at night if you were craving something

acts all annoyed but lets bffr kenma we know ur a softie 🤣

okay for the birth tho he's so mortified

definitely doesnt want to watch but obviously will be there for you because he knows better

the whole time he feels secondhand discomfort for you and feels your cries in his deep in his core cuz ur in pain and he doesn't like that 😕

this might sound weird, but i see him bringing his portable gaming system to the hospital so you can play with him and get ur mind off things

not saying his feeling towards the baby will change after the birth, but he'll definitely be like "oh wow 😳" when the baby is first born

have u ever seen that clip of steve irwin first looking at bindi when shes born and hes all amazed and awestruck by her?

its like that but its less noticeable and its more like "this is my child?"

a little scared to hold the baby at first because he's afraid to drop her

but once he does he'll look down at it and be like "ur not so bad afterall 😪"

DEFINITELY doesn't get any sleep during the first few months because he'll for some reason take late night feedings/crying upon himself

hes all "ur such a pain bro 😒" while rocking the baby back and forth to soothe it, all cuddly and gentle with it

tbh i cant decide whether it be a girl or boy so its up to reader to decide

omg hes mortified after the first belch spit hes gone afterwards

literally condemns the baby to hell

hates changing diapers but does it for the sake of the baby's comfort and health

when he's alone with the baby, he'd be like "ur kinda ugly 🤔" while playing around with it

tbh i see him getting random bouts of urges to play with the baby and speaking to it in a baby voice secretly

gets really embarrassed if hes caught and acts like it never happened

when ur not there to watch the baby while he's gaming he'll actually be okay with the baby sitting in his lap while he games

if he wins he'll be all "lets goooo 😝" all up in the babies face 😭 lifting it up into the air and just being such a gamer dad

also starts teaching the baby how to play games real early on, making them hold a controller or something and teaching them game logistics

the baby is like 5 months old and doesn't know about taxes but knows about dnd 🤣🤦🏽‍♀️

i see him like announcing the birth of his kid to his followers/fans a couple weeks after the birth

only shows what the baby looks like when its like 6 months old and crawling all in the background, he'll turn around and be like "wanna see my baby?", lift up the baby and put it's face all up close into the camera 😭

does 0.5 and only 0.5 photos on the thing 😅

does a couple more streams afterwards when he "games" with the baby and blame loosing on the poor thing 😅

aw i can see him and the baby having matching outfits when he goes out with it

he's not the best dad, but he'll try his hardest

on a sweet note, if kenma feels lonely when ur away, he'll allow the baby to sleep in the bed he shares with you as a "substitution" and cuddle with it

yk that tiktok audio that goes "leave me alone baby 😒" and then goes "ur my baby i love you ☹️☹️🥰😘" yeah that hes that

[railmerosalie]

Okay so Katniss is autistic, like there is a STAGGERING amount of evidence of it throughout the books. I think we all know that Suzanne Collins doesn't do things by mistake or accident, I fully believe this is what she intended for Katniss.

1. She literally went non verbal in district 13 for a solid while. (Multiple times)

2. Cannot read social situations to save her life (she would be GONE without Haymitch and Peeta's help in the first book). Just look at how Johanna and Finnick teased her during the opening ceremony of CF, no neuro-typical reacts like that.

3. Can't seem to fathom the idea of someone being interested in her

4. Sensory issues with clothes, how the capital made boots felt wrong compared to her old shoes. Literally any costume Cinna made her wear during the victors tour. ALSO HER WEDDING DRESS AND TRYING THEM ON!!

5. Takes everything so fucking literally

6. Ppl think she's scary and mysterious because sometimes she forgets to emote

7. Her intense feelings of justice (she was the face of a goddamn revolution)

8. CPTSD has major cross overs with autism, the way she breaks down in CF after seeing Marvel's body being shot with the arrow !!! Trust me when I say the way she immediately started freaking out, the shaking in her hands, how she physically hunches in on herself.

9. Her mental connections, like how when she was dehydrated and wishing for water from Haymitch, just to be like 'lol that means water is nearby!!' like girl what

10. "I decided to go ahead and like Boggs" -what neuro-typical thinks like this

11. She told me herself (real)

[simpforboys]

I GOT YOU WITH REQUESTS.

this is kinda angsty.. but what about neteyam and you having a really good relationship until he sees someone kiss you (you did not reciprocate but neteyam was too mad to hear you out) and so you guys break up and now youve been like enemies but theres always that sexual tension and one day when you reach a heated argument he fucks you dumb and keeps telling you that youre not gonna find anyone better than him🏃‍♀️💨

fmokx

fmokx: jealousy, envy

neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: a misunderstanding can lead to broken hearts… and backs.

warnings: smut! angst, fluff ending, breeding kink, dirty talk, mean!dom!neteyam, sexual tension, lovers to enemies to lovers again, jealousy, creampie, foul language, oral (f + m receiving), neteyam’s side eye (bc its scary)

aged up!neteyam (around 20-21)

yunoi: you-no-eye

envy.

it’s amazing how much envy can cause a person to do horrible things.

envy filled yunoi as he saw neteyam flirting with you.

yunoi, a strong hunter of the metkayina clan, saw you when you arrived with the sully family to awa’atlu.

he had long curly hair, a strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and big eyes.

he had heard the rumors that you and neteyam were going to mate, but the sky people attack interrupted the ceremony.

and yunoi wasn’t going to allow neteyam to take you officially off the market.

“rewon (morning), y/n.” yunoi bowed his head to you as you went out to help find some berries for breakfast.

“hi, yunoi.” you bowed back, a mutual sign of respect to acknowledge the hunter.

yunoi would give you constant looks, only an idiot would not see how much the man was interested in you.

and it pissed neteyam off.

neteyam would openly hold your hand in public, trying to scare yunoi off. but yunoi wasn’t going to back down without a challenge.

“why don’t you join me for a swim? i can show you around the reef properly.” yunoi stared down at you, a deep smirk on his face.

“no, thank you. i have to get back to my family for breakfast.” you politely declined, wishing the man would leave you alone.

“are they really your family, though? rumor has it, you and neteyam aren’t officially mated.” yunoi raised his brow bone at you.

your ears fell in annoyance.

“yes, they are my family. they took me in, didn’t they?”

“more like they brought you to me.” he smirked at you.

you pushed your braids out of your face, tail swaying lowly. you were tired, annoyed, and wanted to eat.

“what do you want from me, yunoi?”

“i want you. you as a whole.”

neteyam had been curious as to what was taking you so long, but when he saw you speaking to yunoi in the distance, he hid behind a tree to see the interaction.

he watched as yunoi grabbed your hand, pulling you into him as he kissed you.

neteyam’s face scowled from the sight, but he didn’t get to watch the rest. he turned back, stomping angrily back to the pod.

you shoved yunoi back by his chest, your hands touching his tribal tattoos as you cringed.

“get it through your thick skull that i will not be with you. i will always be neteyam’s.” you scolded the boy, turning around so your tail could whip him.

but yunoi smirked, knowing neteyam saw the scene.

too annoyed to finish your berry picking, you wandered back into the pod. neteyam watched as you came in.

“what the hell was that?” he asked angrily, nostrils flared and ears turned upward.

“ma neteyam-“ you went to hold the boy, needing some comfort, but when he flinched away from you, you stood dumbfounded.

“do not. i saw him kiss you.”

“that is true. you saw him kiss me, not the other way around.”

“i cannot believe you. after everything we have been through.” neteyam scoffed at you, starting to walk out of the pod again. his braids swayed roughly as he walked.

“you are being irrational,” you barked back with annoyance. first yunoi, now neteyam.

you went to grab his forearm, but neteyam pulled it away from you.

“we are now nothing. go run back to that fish-lipped skxawng (moron).”

and with that, neteyam dove into the ocean and left you. your hands were shaking in frustration as you threw down the woven basket you were holding.

you walked away angrily, lo’ak furrowing his brows.

“y/n-“

“no.” you kept walking, letting your anger get the best of you.

lo’ak didn’t take it to heart, knowing his brother probably did something stupid.

➽─────────────────❥

the sullys soon realized something happened between you and neteyam.

you did not speak, began sleeping on opposite sides of the pod, and would brush past each other with a scowl.

and while all you wanted was for the boy to realize his mistake, neteyam was too blindsided by rage.

neteyam stood against a tree, his arms folded over the other as you helped tsireya feed the ilus.

you laughed with the girl, almost getting your hand nipped.

everyone throughout the village heard about you and neteyam within days. men would approach you, trying to take you out as girls would do the same to neteyam.

while neither of you would admit it, the jealousy that radiated off of the both of you was insane.

“are you going to stop giving y/n a side eye?” kiri asked her brother.

“she is a cheater.” neteyam said back, his voice low.

“is she really? or did you just not allow her to explain what happened?” kiri stared at her brother’s emotionless face as his ears fell flat.

“i saw that skxawng (idiot) kiss her.”

“but did she kiss back?”

neteyam rolled his eyes at his sister, seeing the way a tall fisherman gave you a smirk as he gave you more fish.

“look-“

“she is a beautiful person, neteyam. of course men will be fawning over her. but remember who she’s always wanted to be with.”

neteyam huffed, not responding.

“she’s always wanted to be with you, incase you didn’t get that through your big skull.” kiri teased.

neteyam rolled his eyes once more, this time playfully.

“yeah, i got that.”

that night, during dinner you and neteyam sat on opposite sides. you sat on your knees as you ate, thanking neytiri for the food.

the tension was thick and you could feel neteyam keep looking at you.

you two would accidentally make eye contact, you looking away as you kept picking at your food.

the family ate in silence, maybe because they were too afraid to speak.

you helped neytiri put everything back neatly, and when the family eventually fell asleep, you woke up to your arm being tugged.

you growled lowly, seeing neteyam tugging you awake.

“shhh,” he placed his finger over his lips. you complied, following him out and over a few ways away from the closest marui pod.

“what do you think you’re doing?” you questioned him, seeing his braids sway as he walked with passion.

he turned to look at you, his silhouette illuminated by the eclipse. he had an expression on his face like he was holding something back.

“hello?” you asked once more, growing aggravated at the boy.

“you can’t just wake me up in the middle of the night and not say anything, skxawng!” you insulted, rolling your eyes, ready to leave when neteyam grabbed you.

“y/n…” his chest was rising and falling, his once glowing eyes now dark. his pupils were blown wide, he looked not like himself.

in one sudden motion, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you. you immediately kissed back, missing the way he felt on your skin.

he kissed you like it was the last thing he’ll ever do, tugging on your queue which caused you to whimper in his mouth.

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” he asked, his lips dangerously close to yours.

you nodded, whines leaving your throat. neteyam stared down at you, pushing you down to your knees.

he untied his loincloth, the material falling into the sand to unleash his throbbing cock. it looked like it had been hard for hours.

“suck it, c’mon.” he grabbed your jaw, opening your mouth and forcing his cock down your throat.

your pussy gushed as he fucking your throat. you held his thighs as he gripped your hair.

tears fell from your eyes as you gagged around his cock, but the noises he made made it all worth it.

“you love sucking my cock, huh, baby? missed it didn’t you.”

you nodded against him, spit dribbling out of your mouth. “don’t you fucking dare touch yourself.”

neteyam ordered when he saw your hand reach for your loincloth. you whined at the man as he took his cock out of your throat.

“don’t be fucking needy.” he slapped his dick on your tongue a couple times, allowing you to catch your breath before shoving it inside once more.

neteyam’s hips were snapping angrily. something must have triggered him from the time you went to sleep til now, and you would be lying if you were to say you weren’t enjoying it.

neteyam bit his lip as he whimpered, loving the way your lips wrapped around his cock. “such a pretty baby…” he cooed.

when he was close to cumming, he ripped your head off of him. his eyes were like a reptile, about to attack its prey.

“neteyam-“ you breathed out as he pushed you down onto the sand.

juices were rushing down your thigh, soaking your loincloth as he finally untied it. “pretty pussy… too bad i’m going to destroy it.”

you moaned as he blew air directly onto your sensitive clit, back arching as he smirked.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you panted as he finally sucked on your clit, humming against it.

neteyam was not taking his time with you. he was quick, wanting you to come so he can finally claim you as his.

“c’mon, y/n.” he urged on, two fingers thrusting in and out of you. he curled them towards him, causing you to scream out.

neteyam’s free hand went to cover your mouth, his cock twitching as you clenched around his fingers.

“so good, ‘teyam. so good.” you praised, pulling his braids as he whimpered against you.

the lack of pleasure you hadn’t received in months was driving you insane. the way neteyam ate you out in an animalistic manner, your head was spinning.

“i’m gonna cum-“ you warned, but neteyam pulled away.

you growled at the loss of contact, pissed that he stopped when you were so close.

“shut the fuck up.” he slapped your cheek, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you adjust your attitude.

“gonna fuck this whore pussy, okay?” he looked at you, and while he was in total domination, he waited for you to give him a nod of consent.

your head fell back against the sand as he slipped inside of you, his cock burying itself in your cervix.

“fuck!” you practically screamed out, feeling neteyam bite on your shoulder.

he felt your pussy clenching around him as you adjusted, the motion causing his head to ring.

within seconds, he was rutting his hips into yours. you were a moaning mess, nails digging at his back.

“take that fucking dick,” he said. the pleasure was too much as you tried to push back.

he grabbed your body, holding you tightly against him so you couldn’t move.

he was panting against you, looking into your eyes as you pulled him into you again. you kissed him feverishly, thrusting your hips upwards to get him deeper.

“you’re never going to find anyone better than me. got that?” he said between thrusts.

you whined, nodding against him.

“say it.” he gritted out.

“i’m never going to find anyone better than you, neteyam!” you screamed out as he rubbed your clit.

“i’m going to put a fucking baby in this little cunt, okay?” he said.

“yesssss…” you were being fucked dumb on his cock, not even hearing what he was saying.

“you want me to give you my babies?”

“yes, give me your babies!”

“who’s this pussy belong to?” he asked, his ears perking up as he was yunoi looking out of his pod. neteyam smirked as he rubbed your clit faster.

your limbs were practically attached to his, legs gripping onto his waist.

“answer me, y/n.” neteyam made sure to say your name loudly so yunoi could hear.

“it’s yours! my pussy is yours, neteyam!” you were so close to cumming, you were panting against him.

“cum on my cock, baby. i’ve got you.” neteyam held your hips as he came in you, your pussy convulsing against him as your eyes rolled back.

you were shaking, dizzy, and panting as you were up with eywa for a few moments.

when things seemed to calm down, neteyam pulled you against him.

“i’m sorry, ma y/n. i should’ve listened to you.”

he buried himself into your neck and collarbone as you pet his hair.

“it is okay. let’s just promise not to do it again, yeah?”

neteyam nodded against you.

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the next morning, the village was confused to see you and neteyam all lovey again.

“what is happening?” yunoi’s friend, latiska, asked.

yunoi was scowling, but he knew his place now.

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tags: @mayhemories @useryourbut

[a-couple-of-notes]

I sympathize with the people who thought the mystery in Stray Gods was weak (I guess the murder mystery was a fair part of the marketing, and I also picked the culprit out the moment the demo dropped), but it always seemed fairly clear to me that the mystery was just pretext for character arcs and worldbuilding rather than the other way around.

Spoilers under the cut. You've been warned.

Calliope's murder and Grace's trial offer Grace an excuse to talk to people, to explore the world of the Idols, and to do so under a ticking clock that keeps the story tight and the tension high. (And from a Doylist perspective, lets the developers keep the scope of the game to a cool seven days.) At its core, the game is not a murder mystery. It's Grace's coming-of-age story. It's about a cast of characters learning to change, move on, and grow up; it's about memory and identity; it's about facing the truth.

So it makes total sense to me that Athena's reveal would prize narrative and thematic cohesion over an unexpected twist. Grace and the Idols are growing up, and Athena is the "scary mom." The characters are moving on, and Athena is the embodiment of the past. The characters have had to face painful truths, and Athena, as leader of the Chorus, the one in power, has not. Of course it's Athena. To bring a revolution, you must topple the head.

Would it have been great to have narrative and thematic resonance AND a twist culprit? Sure. But if I had to choose, I'd rather have a satisfying coming-of-age story with nuanced characters and an intriguing world than a thriller mystery with a twist ending that undoes the core of the story. I'm guessing that's what the developers would choose as well.

(I also think it's interesting to look at the ways other characters were complicit in villainous things--like sure, Athena was the main murderer, but Pan was also unwittingly involved. Apollo hurt Persephone badly out of inaction. Aphrodite's ceremony directly engages in the tricky question of whether passing on her eidolon will consume Venus, maybe killing her in another way by transforming her completely. Those are the trickier mysteries.)

[lovelaughsimp]

"✿︎☾︎ ᶠⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ☽︎𖧷"

Tags:

Fluff, post-wedding game ( a tradition) , suguru being a tease.

Pairing:

Husband!Suguru x reader

Summary:

Having a cute little wedding tradition with your beloved husband.

Note:

guys if you know about this tradition then it's good to know but if you don't, well allow me to explain. After the wedding, the bride and groom are asked to find a ring that's hidden in a huge pot filled with milk, kumkum, turmeric and flower petals, so as to reduce the transparency. The one who wins is said to be the dominant one in the relationship. It's just a playful game. If you do not know about this tradition just consider that you get to know about this tradition and you were really interested in doing this ceremony and how could your dear husband say no to you?

When you told Suguru about how you were interested in this ceremony, you thought maybe Suguru would play it off by saying that this is a silly game, we need not do it. To your surprise, Suguru listened patiently and was even more invested in it.

"Sounds great, we should do it." Suguru smiled and looked at you lovingly.

"OH MY GOD?! Can we really?" You seemed surprised and hugged him tightly, muttering thank you's to him. Suguru laughed putting his left hand behind your head to caress you, hugging you back.

"Aw is my baby that much excited about dominating me?" He teased, brushing his fingers around your hair, kissing the crown of your head, smiling softly at you. It is intriguing, how it seems like happiness was following him whenever he was around you. Smallest act of yours made his heart swell up with joy.

"Wow, you are shameless." You chuckled, playing with the hem of his shirt, "I didn't know my husband was such a dirty man." You laughed kissing the tip of his nose, trying to hide your smile.

Suguru gasped dramatically, " Me and shameless? I was just simply talking about what you told me, not my fault you took it the wrong way." He puts his hand at his heart, and sighed dramatically. "God, I didn't know my wife was such a pervert. I was scammed into this marriage." He sighed dramatically, trying to control his laugh.

You laughed in disbelief, you can never win against him. He's lucky that he's hot, always using his face to an advantage, I mean how much can your poor heart handle?

"Just you wait, I'll win and then I will MUAHAHAHAHA–" You said trying to mimick a scary laugh, Suguru looked at you smiling at you trying to scare him off, how cute you are, he thought.

"Oh yeah?" He whispered seductively, looking at you like a shark looks at it's prey, "then I'll see you try, Mrs. Geto" Suguru smirked at you, you got embarassed due to him eyeing you up.

The house was full of chattering, your family members, Suguru's friends, the bustling sounds of people talking around the house, some sitting, some fixing their clothes, some taking pictures, the house was looking so beautiful. At the centre of the room you and Suguru sat , eyeing each other. Suguru looking dashing as ever, his hair in a manbun, his bangs illuminating and shining when the light falls on his face, between you, there's a pot full of milk, turmeric, kumkum and some flower petals, and a ring that you have to search for. Suguru is looking at you, you looked so excited, he had always wanted to marry you, start a family with you, he still couldn't believe that he was married to you and now you were his wife, his heart was beating fast. You were looking so beautiful.

You looked at him, waving your hand in front of his face cause he looked deep in thought.

"What happened? Are you alright?" You asked him, he nodded his head smiling at you.

"Keep zoning out like that and I'll win." You cockily said to him. He just smirked, giving you, "I'll see you try" look.

Soon enough, after some time you both put your hand inside the milk pot, everyone patiently waiting to see who will win, Suguru winked at you, your eyes widened, embarrassed, forgetting about the game. Soon after, you came back to your senses, he's trying to charm you with his looks, thinking you will fall for it, you did. Not your fault he's so handsome. You searched for the ring, your hand bumping against his, he poked at his cheek, concentrating on searching the ring. He's so hot, you thought. After that, Suguru would deliberately brush his hand against your fingers, sometimes even squeezing them.

You still couldn't find the ring damnit. You searched hurriedly but to no avail. Suguru suddenly brushed his hand against your palm and passing something in your palm, it was the ring. You got embarrassed , shyly looking up at him, only to find him already looking at you. This man will be the death of you. He's dangerous, illegal even.

You gave him your "what are you doing" look and he just smiled and mouthed something, something which made you utterly embarassed, you just hoped nobody caught him, what is he even doing in front of all these people and especially your parents. He really is shameless.

Your eyes widened in shock. Did he just winked at you? He was really a cheeky bastard, you put out your hand with the ring, everyone clapped for you. Suguru just looked at your embarassed face, clapping for you and tried to hide his smile, he was so happy

"Congratulations, Mrs. Geto." He said, teasing you, as if he wasn't the one who gave you that ring.

He didn't care about who the winner of the game was from the start, he just wanted to make you happy, he didn't care. Even Satoru would often make fun of him for being such an obedient puppy for you, always spoiling you, he didn't care. He could be anything you wanted him to be. He will do whatever you want. For God sake, he literally worships the ground you walk on, no pun intended . Even though he sometimes tease you, he's still afraid that his love will overwhelm you. Well, only if he knew you are also down bad for him as he is.

[kitorin]

"What's a possession of yours you associate with your lover?"

Meguru ponders a bit at the question, clearly deep in thought. You place down the card, one from the bunch of 'Questions for couples' game Yoichi had gifted you recently. They're fun, ranging from deep, personal ones to lighthearted ones which were ultimately a matter of simple preferences. Apparently, they bring newer couples closer together (keyword 'apparently', Yoichi's only validation is his own knowledge).

You wait patiently— though fun they're not all easy, most questions were accompanied by a pause to contemplate. You've both considered giving up a question or two, simply because there was too much to think about (those resulted in a ramble or two, they're barely articulate but interesting to listen to nonetheless).

"Got it!" He smiles with triumph, as if he'd just won a prize or scored a goal.

"Omamori! The one my mum bought me this year." You know exactly what he's talking about; the Japanese amulet she'd purchased in Osaka during an art exhibition. Pink brocade silk bag adorned with cherry blossoms in a darker shade, the temple's name written in golden kanji on one side— with the other having success on it. It's so pretty, he carries it around wherever he goes, either the white string tied to his bag or placed securely in his pocket.

You weren't sure what he'd say, but a good luck charm certainly didn't come to mind.

"Why? Is it because I'm pretty?"

"Not really."

"You're so lovely, Meguru." Sarcasm laces itself with your tone. If not that, then you're even more curious about what it could be.

"No, I mean, I can't compare how pretty you are to anything else in this world, really." It's almost miraculous how he went from seemingly insulting you to making your face flush with flustered embarrassment. "But that's not the main point. This omamori." He reaches into his pocket, stroking it but leaving it there. "Is a lot more special than any other one." There's his grin, the one that competes with the sun because of how warm he is.

Nothing really comes to mind. You know they 'expire', some people believe they do every year, returning them to the temple for the staff to burn it in a ceremony. Others believe that they last forever. That doesn't serve as a clue anyways, whichever Meguru was, he kept them around either way.

You yield, too impatient and curious to think much more about it. "I give up."

"It's because we started dating this year."

"Doesn't the kanji say it's for career success?" There's no correlation between it and you, you have nothing to do with his position as an athlete, or with soccer as a whole.

"I didn't mean it like that." Meguru pulls you in for a hug, nuzzling his chin into your shoulder. "You're my omamori."

You feel as if it's the other way, he's always defending you; being the first to stand up for you verbally or fighting without hesitation even if the opposing party was for no match for you in the first place. Remaining silent, you wait for him to clarify.

"You've always helped me feel at peace. You protect me from those scary thoughts that have kept me up for nights. You protect me from loneliness." His hug grows tighter, as if something was going to take you away from him. "Thanks to you I don't have to rely on some imaginary friend to keep me company."

Your fingers run through his hair, soft and messy from rolling around during his nap from earlier. "Then I hope you'll let me continue doing so."

"Of course." Meguru kisses you, the sweetness of him and pineapple lingering on your lips. "I love you."

Those three words are no foreigner to you. You've uttered them to friends, family, and even strangers on the internet. But with intimacy those very same words metamorphose into something different. The allure of romance places weight onto them, the weight of upmost importance.

That doesn't mean you find it too heavy.

"I love you too, Meguru." You go for another kiss, the saccharinity of his lips being strangely addictive, something about the taste of him mingled with pineapple is so intoxicating.

Three simple words, yet known to possess so much significance. They say it's a frightening confession to make, a powerful declaration of adoration and vulnerability. Much like any component of love, it comes with uncertainty and the fear of being deprived of reciprocated feelings.

Not for you though, the words come off both of your tongues smoothly, as if you were born to do so. There's no signs of hesitation or fear, or worry— just faces flushed with bashful scarlet and kisses honeyed with adoration.

( Guess the card game wasn't lying when it said it'd bring you closer, nor was Yoichi )

Tagging: @yuzurins

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[hyperfixations-ahoy]

The people (one person) have asked, so I shall provide: more Ivorren headcanons

You probably missed the mini Soren headcanon I posted right when my blog, so I’ll say it again: he doesn’t just name Endermen, he gives nicknames to everything

ex: “Ivor where’s Elizabeth?” “deep sigh Your notebook is on the kitchen table”

Building styles — Soren prefers style to practicality; Ivor focuses on function first and design after (he tries to add some style but it’s just lava or something equally bad)

Ivor LOVES gossip sessions. Like he’s not sure how it started but him, Petra, and Lukas spill all the tea

Similarly, he is also Ellegaard and Magnus’ relationship counselor, a job that never ends

”We’re breaking up!” And Ivor adds another tally to his list (they’ve said that hundreds of times)

They both missed a lot of ‘updates’ while in their respective seclusions, so they’ll constantly be like: what do you mean there’s a material stronger than diamond. what do you mean the warden is real. what is with these pink trees. what the fuck is a glow squid and why does it exist

Ivor is a Moobloom supporter, Soren knows he should hate the Glow Squid but just loves it too much to be angry

On a more serious note, they love each other’s voices. They’ll read out loud to each other, or Ivor will listen to the stupid little songs Soren comes up with (Gary may seem scary but he’s a swell guy 🔥🎶)

Living embodiments of the “we’re two halves of the same idiot” meme

Soren doesn’t think of himself as gay, or really anything in terms of sexuality (he’s been in the figurative and literal closet for years, “what is a pronoun and why are there so many”)

“Oh no, I’m not gay, I’m not interested in men except for this one here”

Meanwhile everyone except for Ivor himself knew which way the alchemist swung

Someone has definitely asked Ivor if he could make them testosterone/estrogen (insert whichever character you headcanon as trans here!)

They’re not married, because they don’t need to be. They don’t need a ceremony and a piece of paper to prove that they’re never leaving the other’s side again

I’m actually having so much fun with this, I would be happy doing more 👀👀

[purity-town]

No update today...because I just graduated from college!!! It's been a wild weekend with my graduation ceremony and moving apartments and all that, but from here on out I'm officially free!

We're also just past the third anniversary of Purity Town! I had started working on the comic towards the end of my first semester at college, during one of the lowest points of my life -- so suffice to say, I'm so glad to see how far we've come since then, and many thanks to everyone for sticking around for so long and making this such a fun experience to work on!

And with all that, after ages, I've finally got ask responses all typed up under the cut!

And thank you for reading!!!!! Seriously, it makes me so so so happy to see people enjoying this comic so much -- I'm getting to draw things and get excited about my lore ideas and present NPC interpretations and OCs and it's wonderful that other people are just as hyped about it. I adore Chris and Andrew a lot and I'm glad other people do too!

Haha, yep! The Dryad gets to see That Guy again after 450 years, the townsfolk get to see the equivalent of a mythical fairy show up to bless their town, and Andrew has to deal with the Literal Actual Dryad in town and up in his business. Everyone will be happy about this and there's no way it will end messily!

I've definitely thought about it! Particularly having her being Andrew's maternal grandmother, and then working elements reminiscent of that into Andrew's mother's design -- I even have a general idea for how she looks based on that, though I don't have anything to show for it as I haven't tried properly drawing her out.

I think there are several interesting hooks that could come of it, depending on how you spin it. Big problem with all of that being that, at least off the top of my head, there's hardly any in-game lore surrounding the nymph -- she's just someone (some creature? a type of creature? a unique being?) that exists.

I did see a note on the wiki pointing out the similarities between the Dryad and the Nymph's designs, but I'm not totally convinced that's intended; they just happen to both be showing a lot of skin. The definition of "Dryad" including the word "Nymph" nudges me towards them being related, but I'm still just...not sure. Maybe Nymphs (or Nymph, singular) are a handful of Dryads who were not outright killed in the war but instead mutated beyond recognition by the eldritch powers they fought against? Much to think about; I'm open to ideas if anyone has opinions on the matter!

Here you go! And a sta.sh link again in case of Tumblr-image-quality-shenanigans.

Thank you!!! The Aether is an incredibly fun location to draw in general; it's so strange and magical and gives me an excuse to add stars and sparkles everywhere. Add in the Shimmer and it's just- such a delight, haha. It's rainbows and starlight and it was really interesting translating the in-game side view we get of the Shimmer pond to the top view in the comic.

Thank you :) This was quite the semester, and working around other folks' schedules for groupwork and sudden project requirements changes and so on and so forth left me with a busy and unpredictable schedule. But I was able to wrap up the semester with solid finals and a great GPA, so it worked out in the end -- and now I'll finally be settling into a more regular work schedule. No more all-nighters (hopefully)!!

I’ll admit that I haven’t really thought about this much. If anything, I’ll probably handwave it a bit to be more general -- main reason being that there are plenty of reasons for someone to be on edge during a Blood Moon, and that can be an interesting thing to explore without making it into a “haha menstruation” joke.

(Also, considering the Zoologist transforms during a Blood Moon regardless of moon phase, I think the idea of the moon warping the mind and that being amplified during Blood Moons in general is a more interesting take. But even if you remove that element, Blood Moons are scary and characters being snappy or on-edge is reasonable given the circumstances.)

I don’t have a good response to this bit, but please know that it made me laugh quite a lot.

First off -- I’m so sorry for taking so long to answer this ask; I hope you’ve gotten good info elsewhere in the meantime but I’ll add what advice I can give! Here are some general tips below -- some may be more useful than others depending on your situation and approach to drawing, but I hope it helps in some way or another!

Start small. Purity Town started as a 2-page mini-comic, and then expanded into a 10-page chapter as I got used to the comic-making process and decided whether I wanted to stick with the project or not. Purity Town ended up snowballing into a larger narrative comic rather than the "small comic snippets accompanying a more typical fanfic" as I had originally been thinking of, but starting small helped me ease into it nonetheless. By the time that I had finished the first chapter, I had gained enough experience working with comics to feel comfortable/confident enough to continue on to chapter 2, and things just kept rolling from there.

Pace yourself. I'm quite slow at drawing, so I generally do my best to set aside time every Saturday just to work on the comic, as well as working on it whenever I feel like it over the week. This keeps me from burnout (and repetitive strain injuries). Importantly, having a set update schedule also helps me remember to actually work on updates, as leaving me to my own devices = never getting anything done (see: how long it took to answer this ask). However, many folks do just fine updating entirely on their own time, so take this one with a grain of salt and figure out what works best for you!

Plan ahead. This applies more to making longer, narrative-focused comics. Because comic-making is so time consuming, every page should count. You don't need to have the entire thing written out before you begin (see again: burnout; it's also nice to have some level of flexibility with the story to see it grow alongside your skills), but planning out at least the current story "segment" is a big help. I like to script out the current chapter, starting with a pile of out-of-context dialogue snippets and overarching chapter ideas and boiling it down to a proper dialogue script with notes for panel ideas. It helps a lot with figuring out how long the chapter will end up being and lets me freely move events around until I'm happy with how they fit together, rather than doing it all on the fly.

Do what you can to save time. If you're a digital artist especially, look into what tools your art program of choice has to help make your illustration process smoother, like paint filling tools or vector lines. If you want to re-use backgrounds or character art, then do so! It's okay! Do whatever makes you enjoy what you're doing and happy with the end result!

Stay organized. This was touched on in a number of the other points, but it's so important that I'm giving it its own slot. I make liberal use of folders and layers -- personally, I use three layers for lineart and every layer has at most two colors. Text gets its own folder and special effects have color-coded labels. My layers are always organized in the same way and I keep often-reused materials (like the lineart for Chris' staff) in separate files for easy access. Of course, the specifics are dependent on how you draw, but this has made a world of difference for me personally.

It's okay to experiment and change things. Figure out what works for you -- some folks do comics entirely as sketches or lineart without coloring, you'll see book-style vs. scrolling/vertical webcomics, and all that. It's okay to swap things up if you find that something isn't working out. Don't get too caught up in everything being "perfect," just experiment and see what makes you happy.

(Side note, but if anyone here specifically uses Clip Studio Paint and wants to talk about platform-specific details like brushes or using certain tools, feel free to send me a message on Tumblr/Discord about it. I am by no means a master of Clip Studio, but I am at least familiar with the particular tools I frequently use and can give info on them!)

Based on personal experience, a random cave halfway down to Hell. 90% chance that it’s completely enclosed and filled with random monsters, haha. Luckily the Dryad was there to stop him!

[merakiui]

APOCALYPSE AU JADE CHOOSING A BRIDE?

(cw: yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, female reader, apocalypse logic, mentions of pregnancy/breeding, misogyny)

Jade is meticulous about every little thing he does, so this meticulousness also extends to choosing a bride. Since he's Azul's second-in-command, Jade is permitted to peruse in whichever way he sees fit. As enjoyable (and few and far between) as ceremonies are, they take up resources that should be put to better use elsewhere within the compound. So Jade makes his process fairly simple and decides that each eligible bride (which he will handpick to create a substantial list for himself) will meet with him for a ten minute interview, in which he will ask a set of questions to determine various types of compatibility, to fact-check health records and other files he's received, and to get to know a little more about the bride's personality.

Jade isn't a fool. He knows that most brides will stretch the truth in order to look more appealing than the last. After all, selection comes with its fair share of benefits and luxuries. Anyone smart enough to take advantage of that will, much like how Jade will take advantage of his position to choose a bride who will produce the best, healthiest results. Or that was his original plan, until he meets you and now his focus on his main objective strays.

He chooses you not because of your records or what's been catalogued on your profile, but because you're interesting. Unlike the other brides. An unexpected source of entertainment. The other interviews were not very special; in fact, they went about as well as Jade expected them to go, which is a shame considering he was hoping there would be a little more...excitement rather than blatant bootlicking. He's not very scary, or so he'll tell each bride with an amiably sharp smile.

You don't seem very frightened when you sit casually in your chair and answer each of his questions (nor do you try to gain his favor like the others), even being so bold as to ask him—the interviewer—questions. Jade ends up having a very entertaining back-and-forth with you rather than a true interview. And when your time with him reaches its end, you leave him with an enticing offer: "I don't expect you to love me or treat me with love, but I can at least make compromises. I'll give you what you want if you give me the things I want."

Jade's sold. He likes a person who knows how to negotiate and bargain, how to get the most out of a relationship. And lucky for you there are things he wants from you. It's not just to breed you full until you're guaranteed to give him lots of children. Jade wants to know the inner workings of the bride dormitories. He wants to know what goes on within those walls, what sorts of secrets are exchanged, what sort of information travels in and out. He's certain that there's something he can dig up that Azul might find useful.

Your relationship with Jade will be pleasant if you continue to provide him with everything he asks for. In return, he has no problems getting you better meals, moving you into a nicer, more spacious lodging, protecting you from any vindictive brides or handsy men, and so on. Just name your prices and he will pay them. Though it's also expected that you pay his prices, however steep they may seem.

For a while, he sees you as nothing more than a scarce commodity—a precious resource who's good for many things, one of those being breeding. But he's spent enough intimate moments with you, both in and out of the bedroom, to truly bond with you. Little things warm him up to you—like when you, still drowsy with sleep, wrap your arms around him from behind in what he thinks is a sweet good morning greeting while he's preparing tea. Or when you keep him up at night to talk about a world in which life is normal—would you be friends? Lovers? Enemies? Would you have even met? Or when you exchange playful, pointed statements about random things that aren't truly worth serious debates. Or when you're finally pregnant and you become oddly excited about the entire thing, constantly promising him with bright, happy eyes that you won't let him down. Truthfully, Jade would have preferred it if you hated him and this arrangement. He could have been fine if you fought and protested. That would have made it easier to not care about you so much.

Jade realizes something as he's organizing some documents for Azul while you sleep curled and comfy in bed, your belly rounded considerably and filled with a life that he helped create. It feels foolish and elementary to be so overwhelmed with love, especially during an apocalypse, but he likes you. Genuinely, truly likes you. And he isn't going to hand you back over to the bride dormitory after just one child. He's never had to be greedy with you, but now he wants to because you're all that consumes his every thought. He'll marry you whether you want that—whether you return his affections—and he'll be sure to keep you all to himself for the rest of his life. You won't be given a choice in this matter; he's already made up his mind, and when Jade has a goal in his head he'll do everything he can to achieve it.

[anncanta]

***

It's amazing how some things reveal themselves when you look at them from the outside, through someone else's eyes, or after some time, when you forget the details that lie in the foreground and therefore seem obvious.

I couldn't figure out where I got this pattern in which Dracula in my fanfictions is very careful with Agatha the first time he bites her. It was so bright and acutely palpable, and it appeared again and again. Dracula behaves gently, he does not rush her and somehow makes her understand that it will not be painful and scary, and interesting discoveries await her. You see, it seemed to me that this was just my fantasy. Well, you never know what kind of kinks a person can have. Such light BDSM in a vampire way.

And then I understood, thanks to @moremoveslessannouncements-blog and her post, why. It's in the text. Fanfiction never lies. Fanfics always show what is in the canon, it just may be the main feature of the hero or plot or a secondary one. But in this case, everything was right before my eyes.

You see, I always thought that in the scene in the workshop, he was threatening her. ‘I will make you last’, ‘You'll be part of me’, ‘You'll travel to the new world in my veins’ ... This text is truly threatening. If it weren't for the body language that accompanies it.

Context is important, especially the physical, bodily context.

This is not a threat.

This is a threat.

If you forget about the text for a moment and watch what Dracula is doing, he slowly approaches her, looks at her intently, and gently runs his hand along her neck.

Let's turn on the sound and look at everything together. And again we ask the question – what is he doing?

I mean, not what are his actions, but what are they about?

And I'll tell you. He explains to her what will happen.

And when I realized this, I realized how blind I was. Because, well, look. How many of his victims did Dracula explain what he was going to do to them and how it worked?

Jonathan didn't even know what Dracula was doing until he found himself exhausted at his desk with the prospect of being locked in a box in a couple of weeks.

The Grand Duchess was eaten during a passionate waltz, without further ado.

Abramov and Portman were devoured almost without ceremony.

With Dorabella, Dracula made a good attempt to be polite and gallant but did not go into details of what was happening.

I purposely describe this so cynically so that it is clear what I mean.

Agatha is the only one of all Dracula's victims (perhaps except for Lucy, but that's a separate discussion) to whom he explains what would happen.

I only now realized what it was.

Let's return to Agatha's workshop. Dracula lets Mina go, and he and Agatha are left alone. He knows she's scared. He doesn't see, he knows it. He has an animal sense and can smell her fear. Agatha can be calm outwardly as much as she wants – he senses it. This is not yet Dracula we will see in the third episode, so it doesn't even occur to him to let her go. But he is interested in her. He likes her. And he – clumsily, in his own way, as best he can – calms her down. ‘Don't be afraid. You won't disappear. You will become a part of me. Your life will continue in the new world in a new form.’ And then this touch on the shoulder: ‘Hush, it won't hurt.’

I heard it. This appears in literally every text I write about them, one way or another. But I sincerely thought that it was my imagination.

If anyone still doubts it, then there is a scene between Dracula and Zoe in the third episode. Here, Dracula has already come a long way and therefore can express what he feels, not only with a gesture – now frankly intimate – but also with words. He can tell her this, still rather rudely and seasoned with mockery, but directly: ‘It doesn't have to hurt.’ The scene in his mind palace is not only a dialogue with Zoe here and now. This is a memory. He can afford more now. And he does. But it's still not quite ‘that’. We will see how he succeeded in the finale.

Well, to summarize, I would like to note that this entire storyline is missing in the script. It has the text that Dracula speaks on all three occasions (episode 1, in Agatha's workshop, episode 3, in the mind palace, and the finale), but it doesn't have the body language and subtle interactions that create this entire plot. Which is logical – the film and the script are not the same thing, the film is formed in the process of working on it, and some things are simply born on the set. But when the text is ready, they are impossible not to be noticed and impossible to be ignored. Luckily, fan fiction exists.

Thanks again @moremoveslessannouncements-blog.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

We can have a scenario where Jason is in his room preparing for his wedding with Y/W and lj go see him to joke with him and congratulate him on his big day?

I was finally able to write a scenario!! And it got WAY longer than I planned, oops- I hope you enjoy it! I enjoyed writing this one.

It's not that Jason is nervous (despite the fact that underneath all that carefully applied makeup he wears as a mask, he's absolutely worried if everything will go perfectly, what with all of the coordination and all the guests and the outfits and the music and the decorations- it's all too much), it's rather that he feels... Out of his comfort zone. Not in a negative way, of course, Jason has never been more excited for anything in the world to marry you, it's just that this is foreign territory to him. 

He never expected to be here, to be marrying someone. It's new and weird, and interesting, and it has his palms sweating as he tries to steel himself for the ceremony. When he hears a knock on his dressing room door he tenses, letting out a practiced, smooth 'Come in!', but as soon as he sees Jack entering the room he releases the breath he didn't realize he was holding, slouching into himself with the comfort of his friend. Jack had been wearing a big smile across his face, but as soon as his eyes landed on Jason it shifted to concern, and then disbelief, finally settling on amusement. He shakes his head in laughter, before walking up and smacking Jason supportively on the back.

-

"Oooh, c'mon now! Not gettin' cold feet are ya? It's not every day ya get to marry the love of ya life!" He smacks his back again, roaring in laughter, and Jason shakes his head in response, massaging his shoulder where Jack had been hitting him.

"As if I would ever get cold feet for something like this, you oversized brute." His words have venom laced in their tone, but Jack knows the familiar glint in his eyes and laughs in response, knowing Jason enough to realize when he's just joking.

"Really though, ya look damn awful. Ya look like I could've plucked ya right out of a sewer! Ya sure ya feelin' okay?" Jack finally looks over him in deep concern, and Jason sighs, turning to his mirror and repowdering his face, correcting any earlier mistakes he might have made as well, making sure his face is absolutely perfect.

"I'm alright, it's just that..." Jason hesitates for a moment as if searching for the right words, and Jack waits patiently, watching his friend with rapt attention. "This all feels so strange. This is something I never thought I'd get to experience. In every other situation of my life, I've done my best to be prepared, to know exactly what I was getting into so there would be no surprises, but this... This feels so new. So scary." Jason's voice is quiet and unsure, and Jack takes pity on him. He can count on one hand the number of times he's seen Jason so unsure of himself, and it makes him want to coddle him.

"Jason," Jason's eyes flick up to Jack at the sound of his name, and he feels his face scrunching up in bittersweet emotions at the love-filled smile Jack is giving him, "Do they make ya happy? That Little Dove of yours, do they make ya happy?" Jason nearly scoffs at the question.

"Of course they do!" Is his immediate response.

"Do they make ya feel loved? Seen? Appreciated? Cherished? Do they make ya feel like ya can trust them, rely on them, spend the rest of ya life with them?" Jason agrees to Jack's questions again and again, and Jack gives him a chuckle, trying to hold in the tears he can feel his body wanting to produce. He distracts himself by pretending to fix Jason's already perfectly tied bowtie. 

"Then I don't think ya have anythin' to be scared of. You're about to spend the rest of ya life with them, and that's a wonderful thing not everyone gets a chance to experience." Jack's voice is full of emotion, and it has Jason now struggling to hold back tears as well. Not wanting to ruin his makeup again, Jason turns back to his mirror, grabbing a handkerchief and dabbing at the corners of his eyes.

"I know. I know you're right, as always. I know. I suppose I was just getting a bit too into my head..." He relaxes himself with a few deep breaths and a sigh, and Jack smacks him on the back again, roaring with laughter as it makes Jason fall forward.

"I'd say that ya always end up a bit too into yourself in general! I don't know anyone, maybe other than Gumdrop over there in the next room, that's as into ya like that." Jason huffs at him, but he feels a small smile on his face forming as he thanks Jack for his support. 

"Now, ya gotta get ready and head on out there, it's almost time. I gotta go get Gumdrop so I can walk them down the aisle." Jack adjusts his own bowtie, standing tall and pretending to wipe dust off his clothes as he prepares himself. "Don't worry too much about this, Jason. Just try to relax, have some fun, pull that stick ya got wedged all the way up there in ya ass out, and try and enjoy yourself." Jason snorts at that. 

"Sometimes I feel you could benefit from having a stick shoved up your own ass." Is Jason's short response as he takes one last look in the mirror, making sure he's looking ready as he sends Jack into another howling fit of laughter.

"Oh, yeah? Maybe I'll have to try that later, then." He sticks his tongue out at Jason, and Jason merely shakes his head with a sigh, trying to hide the smile on his face as Jack turns and walks to the door, preparing to come to find you and make sure you're doing okay.

"And Jason?" He says calmly as he reaches the door, Jason making a noise of interest as he looks at Jack through the mirror. Jack's following words overflow in sincerity. "Congratulations. Ya truly deserve this, and it makes me happier than I can say to see ya marryin' someone like them." Jack sniffles as he sends him another emotional smile, before nodding and exiting the room.

Jason finds his face wrinkling up in emotions as he desperately tries to fight back the tears burning into his eyes, letting out a few emotional chuckles. Yes, that's right. He deserves this. He deserves to be happy with you, and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from enjoying today. With a final deep breath, he turns, striding in his practiced walk to the door, placing his hand on the doorknob. He takes a few breaths, and turns the knob, walking out of the dressing room, and into his future with you. He'd never felt more excited in his life.

[kimgalaxyway]

"Oh, dear!" Said Aziraphale, his voice astonished and soft at the same time, for seeing Crowley at the door of his bookshop at this time, looking different.

Before him was Crowley, his 666 code red hair long and wavy, pouring down his shoulders onto his chest. His pale face was just as pale as ever, and also as pale as the character he was pretending to be; a vampire.

Aziraphale watched him with an empathic smile. "Do you like Halloween, too? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

He had been interested in the event ever since it was invented, but he had never asked Crowley how the demon felt. He had guessed Crowley would imagine it as a way of copying Hellish creatures in a stupid way or something.

"I… well, I thought you wouldn't care about such a ceremony. You know, with your love for books and Heaven and all."

Aziraphale smiled. Before answering, he touched Crowley's shoulder and guided him inside the bookshop. "I love it, because people, whom I love, act as fictional and imaginary characters and collect candy and all."

He looked so happy that Crowley didn't want to cut his speaking line, but he had to say something.

"Can I stay here for a while?" His tone was kind of pathetic, which made Aziraphale slip to anxious mode.

"Wh-what's happened? Is there anything wrong? Is it because of hell_"

"Aziraphale!" Crowley almost shouted. He was breathing deep and fast, clearly unstable in emotions.

The angel stopped dead, his eyes wide at the shock. They were now standing inside, somewhere in front of the book cases.

"Should something happen to me to make me want to come here?!" Crowley's voice was shaking slightly, his fingers trembling in his fists.

Aziraphale opened his mouth a bit, but he couldn't think of anything to say. He sighed with his eyes still wide and looked away. The sight of Crowley's angry white face with those vampire fangs was scary in the dim bookshop on Halloween night.

He was making up his mind about what to say, but Crowley interrupted. "I-I'm sorry, Angel, s-sorry."

That scared voice made Aziraphale look up again quickly and glare at Crowley with his soft eyes. The demon's expression could be described in one phrase; screwed up.

Aziraphale couldn't stop himself when he held his hand forward and slid his finger gently upon the strands of hair waving against Crowley's clavicle and chest. His skin took in the beautiful sensation of soft hair. He didn't want his best friend to be so upset and scared, and he had already done an awful job. Of course Crowley shouldn't need a reason to come over.

Aziraphale swallowed before saying, "No, I'm sorry. Come sit with me."

He didn't wait to see how Crowley would react. The demon who was still shocked after the touch, followed. They reached the couches Aziraphale had in the back, and Aziraphale sat down, looking up at the overwhelmed demon patiently.

Crowley obeyed the unsaid order and sat down, his hair spreading against the back of the couch, his limbs wide as always. Aziraphale turned toward him. "So, I'm sorry again, dear. What can I do for you?"

Crowley didn't take the time before saying, "Touch my hair again."

Aziraphale's eyes widened, but he smiled. "Fine, why not?"

He then stretched his arm and put his hand softly on the back of Crowley's head. When the demon looked at him with an eyebrow raised, Aziraphale nodded. "Put your head in my lap, would you?"

Crowley lay down reluctantly, placing his head on Aziraphale's thighs. His red curls spread all over the angel's lap, which made him think of how beautiful an individual could be.

He slowly pushed his fingers between the curls, from Crowley's forehead to the middle. His skin would slide against the forehead for just half a second, and then go back through the full hair. The softness was running Aziraphale crazy, and he was sure he liked this craziness.

He did the job for a few more minutes, but suddenly, Crowley whispered, "I was so alone."

Aziraphale stopped. "What?"

"I felt so damn alone. That's why I came here. Are you upset? Did I intrude?"

Aziraphale looked startled. "Wh-what, no! Of course not. I'm sorry about what I said. It's great that you're here."

Crowley's face didn't change. "Also, do you know why I miracled myself into a vampire?"

Aziraphale shook his head with a tiny smile.

"I don't know, either. Just felt it was sexy."

Aziraphale laughed through his breath. He slid his hand against Crowley's forehead and caressed it for a while. "You look beautiful, really."

Crowley half smiled, but soon, it disappeared from his face. "I'm scared, Aziraphale."

"I'm next to you. I'm with you."

"Yes, but I'll have to leave."

"You can stay until forever. This is my bookshop."

"What if you leave?"

Aziraphale's hand stopped again. "Why should I?"

"Dunno. Just something happening in Heaven, something that changes our lives."

"Heaven isn't my side anymore. I betrayed them." The strokes continued.

"Yeah, apparently."

"They won't come back to us, never, ever."

Crowley didn't answer.

[crownedinmarigolds]

For Noa

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic?

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?

🍫: Where does your OC go to think?

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure?

heywizards asked:

🍰 and 🎂 for Noa?

baselicoc asked:

🍪 and 🍔 for the odd oc ask meme

svampira asked:

🍋🍓 for noa!!

girlnextvore asked:

For the ODD OC ask meme. 🍕 🎂 🍆 Ah thank you everyone T_T !!! I'm consolidating my questions into one answer list (at least the Noa/Non-specific Answers!!) The Questionnaire: XXX

🍇: What sort of friend are they? Where are they in the group dynamic? Once Noa is your friend, you are friends forever. She is probably an enabler or the listener in a friend group, not speaking much but happy to eat up anything you want to talk about. She doesn't like to make fun of people for their interests so she's the perfect person to gush about all of your things to. Go on, talk about your weird fixations or your blorbos or your shows or what have you, she's always there to lend an ear.

🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC? Anything from her childhood home that she can't return to is precious to her, a reminder of her beloved family and what she's lost. She has a locket she wears constantly, and a ceremonial dagger from the night of her Embrace.

🍫: Where does your OC go to think? Noa is never truly alone, one way or another. In a way, she can only zone out and stay inside of her own mind. Any place is a good place to think when you finally get a moment of privacy. In modern nights, she will have a home to be free in, but until then her journey is fraught with being forever crowded and mishandled.

🍟: What does your OC admit to be their guilty pleasure? What actually is their guilty pleasure? Noa doesn't usually feel guilty about anything she enjoys. But perhaps being admired - REALLY admired - is something she enjoys guiltily to an extent if she likes the other person enough. Being admired by certain people is scary to her, but if you're the right person, she craves it like a drug. Otherwise, you can't make Noa feel bad for liking what she likes, she's staunchly unashamed. She HAS to be. 🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable? Breaking trust is always the number one sin. If she puts her faith in you and you intentionally mess things up, you have made a permanent and immortal enemy.

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first perception people have of the? How do they surprise people? Noa is a Giovanni vampire, meaning she is a necromancer and commander of the dead. She's also dressed in conservative and frilly soft pinks and whites, and when she smiles it's genuine and light. She is polite and reserved, but she is also strong and will stand her ground and will not tolerate intentional slights. She's five three, but she's big in command. She is a nihilist, but she believes necromancy is the work of miracles. In a way, her contradictions make her convictions all the more strong. Most people probably expect a delicate waif, or perhaps a sly little vixen hidden behind those black eyes and ruby red lips - but Noa is simply a girl clinging to her ghosts and just wanting to be a part of a family... whether some wanna be or not. 🍕: How does an OC spend a lazy day? Noa is never really lazy, but a cozy day spent reading is always a day well spent.

🍔: Are there any recent trends you think your OC would hate? Or love? Noa sneers at the hypersexualization of children and their strange access to the internet probably. She was born in the 50s so she's a bit of an old lady - mentally. Noa would definitely love watching vintage fashion and makeup hauls though! 🍋: What is your OC's most painful memory? The most painful memory would be the journey from Mexico to the United States, as that's when she lost everything she once knew. She didn't even really get to see the worst part of this memory due to her body changing from the Embrace, so she only has that empty "what if" feeling leftover from being the apparent sole survivor of the assault on her family home.

🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate? Noa loves roses, gardenias, the memory of her father's cologne. She of course loves the smell of blood as well... Noa would probably hate the smell of alcohol at this point, just due to what she's been surrounded by. The scent of gasoline still makes her Beast twitch in fear.

🍆: Does your OC have any favourite form of affection, physical or otherwise? Noa is not very touchy, kissy, bitey, etc - not because she doesn't want to be but it is simply a way to protect herself. She doesn't want to be taken advantage of physically so she keeps her distance, she can't just wantonly kiss because her lips create blood bonds which can lead to the recipient going mad for her, she can't bite mortals due to her poisonous bite... she simply is held back from being as intimate as she wants to be. She would give herself COMPLETELY and maddeningly if she could to someone if she could trust them and they could handle all of these strange quirks of hers... alas. Her affections are primarily shown through words, she's VERY affirming and means everything she says.

[faroreskiss]

since your saying that requests are open mind if I request something spicy with reader and a Zelda (can be any of them) and a pinch of angst?

Doesn't need to be explicit NSFW (I wouldn't be opposed to it tho 👀), something along the lines of reader and Zelda having been friends for a while then they share their first kiss and things evolve from there. The angst comes from reader not being part of the nobility so their friendship with Zelda is already risky and would be frowned upon if anyone else found out, so let alone kissing the princess so intimately and confessing to romantic feelings about her.

hope all that made sense 😅 you see what you change or not if needed, thank you in advance!

Edit: Posted the clenaed up, revised rewritten version on Ao3 here.

Hi anon! Sorry it took a while, I chose the OoT Zelda in the child timeline, changed some details (or interpreted them in my way) but not as much. I wrote Fem!Reader as you did not specify, I hope it's okay and to your liking!

If you are interested in what happens after the ending here, let me know >:3 Maybe I do complete it to the.. ehem... climax, one day.

For Tonight

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Zelda (OoT) Warning: Angst, no comfort. My first shot at something like this too. Still mature content, but not that much of an explicit NSFW. Minors dni. Typo warning. This is NOT proof-read. I am impatient ;-;

You were walking through the palace corridors with a big stack made of papers and books, barely able to see ahead, trying to make your way into the palace library. Where the fuck were the palace couriers to help you when you needed them? You were mumbling to yourself. 

In the midst of your internal mutterings, a sudden collision jolted you, causing the contents of your armful to cascade to the ground in a chaotic disarray. Frustration welled up within you as you looked up to see who had been the unfortunate target of your clumsiness, and unsurprisingly, it was none other than Princess Zelda herself. 

“Woah, you have such a scary look on your face, please mercy oh the mighty scholar!” 

The princess spoke with a feigned shock in her face, then burst out into laughter as she started to help you collect the papers on the floor, much to your shock.

“Zel! What are you doing? What if somebody sees you?” you whisper shouted at her as you scanned your surroundings. 

Well, it was just Zel to you, when nobody else was around. 

You also started to collect the papers and kept motioning her to stand up. You locked gazes with her for a moment, drinking the sea that was her blue eyes. Your eyes couldn’t help but drift near her cleavage, making a redness creep into your face. You really hoped she thought it was because of your earlier fit of fury. You bit your lip.

She just softly smiled at you, and continued speaking. 

“It’s okay, I spoke to Impa and this wing of the castle is cleared due to ceremonial purifications that’s going to take place,” she smirked at you. You facepalmed. That explained why the courier was not there to help you when you arrived. The King was visiting Zora’s domain; it was known that the princess also had “religious duties” due to her ancestry. Since she was practically in charge when the King was gone, she pulled stunts like this every now and then, so you could hang out in peace.

You didn’t even argue anymore as you sighed as you chuckled, you just adored her smile when she looked this happy, the way dimples appeared in her cheeks,  which was a rare occurrence.

The two of you had been inseparable since childhood. From your early days as the daughter of the palace scribe to your current role as the palace historian, you were always there when the princess was receiving her education. You were the closest thing she had to a “classmate”, since she wasn’t allowed to go to school like the rest of the children. The King, seeing how happy her daughter was with having a friend like you, allowed you to attend to her during her studies. Over the years, you were always there for each other, sharing secrets, spending time, learning new things together. 

Much to the dismay of the other nobles, of course, especially after Zelda’s 15th birthday. Scholar or not, you were just a commoner that lived in the palace, even worse, in their eyes you even were a bad influence (when you were kids) to the princess, making her sneak out of the palace to play with weird kids. 

Hah, as if it wasn’t always her idea in the first place. Plus, Impa always kept a watch on you both.

You were guessing it wasn’t only because of the child shenanigans, but the way you looked at Zelda as well. 

Of course, she didn’t have a gloom of air around her back then. 

Your thoughts lingered on that vivid memory, etched deep within your soul. It was a day when a forest-clad boy, garbed in resplendent emerald green, had ventured into the palace courtyard. Princess Zelda had watched with unblinking fascination as the Gerudo chief, Ganondorf, exchanged words with her father, the benevolent King of Hyrule.

It was a child, but one bearing an uncanny foresight that sent shivers down your spine even now. He had delivered a grave warning, one that would alter the course of history. And you and Zelda had been there, witnesses to his proclamation.

Since that day, you had been there for Zelda, especially during the trying years that followed. You had watched as her once-vibrant spirit underwent a transformation, first gradually, then with ever-increasing intensity. After that fateful encounter, she had started experiencing visions—glimpses of both the past and future. Visions that didn't seem to belong to her personally from now, but were undeniably hers. A future of horrors that did not happen. She told you all about it as she cried on your shoulders. Your heart broke. 

Recalling those turbulent times, you couldn't help but feel the weight of her burden. It was a burden she had borne with grace and strength, even as it gradually eclipsed the cheerful girl you once knew, leaving behind someone who carried the weight of destiny like a heavy cloak. Yet, you still admired her, perhaps even more now, for her resilience and unwavering determination in the face of a destiny she didn’t choose but embraced with unwavering resolve. And even though you knew she could put on a facade of cheerfulness for you, you appreciated the moments when she allowed her true self to shine through the cracks of her burdened existence.

So yes, you were going to shut up and let her do whatever for now.

You had decided to keep a low profile and let Zelda handle her royal responsibilities for now. Ever since she came of age, the palace nobles, and even the King, had become overly sensitive about your friendship with her. You vividly remembered a time when he had nearly reprimanded her for being too familiar with commoners, a far cry from what was expected of a princess. Even if Zelda didn’t realize, the nobles were certainly aware.

After that incident, her schedule became inundated with temple duties. However, given your proficiency as the palace historian, you still found ways to cross paths with her. But the formalities were now taken to the extreme, with a constant presence of chaperones ensuring everyone stuck to their roles. Sneaking into her room late at night or arranging brief meetings between guard shift changes had become the norm. To an outsider, it might have seemed like the meetings of secret lovers rather than two friends trying to share a conversation.

Occasionally, opportunities like this arose when the King was absent, and Zelda took charge of ceremonial affairs. It allowed you to convene in the tearoom of that secluded wing, with Impa discreetly keeping watch to ensure no unexpected guests interrupted your meeting.

_____

“You know somebody is going to notice at some point that those purifications are just us purifying our throats with tea and gossip,” you mused as you brought the teacup to your lips. 

Zelda chuckled softly, her eyes meeting yours over the rim of her teacup. How you wanted to be that teacup right now.

"Oh, I'm sure they already have their suspicions," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eyes, as she leaned down a bit more than usual towards you to pick up the piece of sugar. You gulped. "But it's the palace, and gossip is a currency as valuable as rupees. Besides, I think they secretly envy us at our little tea gatherings."

As you laughed in the secluded tearoom, you and Zelda shared a moment of respite from the world outside. The unspoken bond between you had always been a well-guarded secret. The palace's nobles frowned upon your friendship, and your secret meetings had become a necessity to maintain the facade of formality that royalty demanded. If only they knew your true feelings. 

Yet, in these stolen moments, you couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the princess's public persona and the genuine warmth she reserved for you. Outside, she exuded an air of regality, concealing the weight of her royal responsibilities with practiced grace. But with you, there was no need for pretense. She was herself, her true self, a side of her that was never meant to be revealed to anyone else. You didn’t want anyone else to see it either. Her perfectly heart shaped face, deep sapphire eyes and lovely blonde locks. 

The tea room's tranquility was disrupted by the knock of Impa, and you knew your time was running short. With a reluctant smile, you set down your teacup.

"It seems our tea time is coming to an end," you remarked, your tone betraying a hint of disappointment. Each time, each time this happened, something cracked in you. One day, it was going to break, you thought to yourself.

Zelda nodded, her eyes holding a mixture of gratitude and longing. Impa was right behind you.

"Until next time, my friend," she replied, a softness in her voice that was reserved only for you. Friend, of course. No way it could be anything more. 

___

When the night fell, you finally got back to your room, rejoicing that tomorrow you could finally relax a bit. The King was still away, and Zelda abused her powers once again to make it a “rest day” for some of the staff, including her. She was going to get caught one day.

As you laid back on your bed that night, you shamefully thought back to the moment you dropped the books. The glance you got to her bosom. It wasn’t anything you haven’t seen before, you have seen her plenty of times as the maids were dressing her up, but she would at least be in her corset. 

From the panic of the moment and then lured into the sweet conversation, you haven’t thought about it until now. 

She wasn’t wearing a corset under that dress. And then in the tearoom she was leaning in a way that- 

Oh. Oh.

How dense were you? But that surely wasn’t intentional, was it? She even called you friend.

That didn’t stop you from imagining what you could have been doing instead of drinking tea in that room. Cupping her face, pulling her closer. Making her straddle you on that sofa. A warmth spread to your core. Could have would have should have…

It was unbearable. You wanted to tell her, you wanted to feel her close. 

But that would have no future. She had her duties. You would have to leave if it ever came out. 

Your hand slowly went down to your thighs under your short nightgown, barely covering your hips, towards your bundle of nerves. You never wore underwear to bed.

And it wasn’t the first time you were doing this as you imagined her. It was going to be another lonely night, where you seek release to sleep, imagining yourself in her arms. 

___

Maybe an hour or two had passed after you finally went to sleep. You opened your eyes as you heard your window… getting tapped? As the haziness of sleep was still with you, it took you a moment to realize it was Zelda, in her… Sheikah clothing. You occasionally made fun of her, naming her “Sheik”. You clumsily got out of your bed and silently opened the window, letting her in. 

“My my, if it isn’t Sheik,” you teasingly whispered, looking at her figure perfectly highlighted by her outfit under the moonlight shining through your window. 

"Ah, hush," she retorted with a playful smirk, removing her mask as she stepped further into the room. The moonlight painted her features with a soft glow, accentuating the beauty that had always captivated you. As she half threw herself on your bed, her legs still touching the floor yet her upper body flushed, you panicked internally, hoping she wasn’t close to the mini damp spot you might have caused on the sheets…A hint of a blush touched her cheeks, partially concealed by the shadows. Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, it felt like time itself had frozen. You decided to not give in to your paranoia, and realizing the gloomy state she is in, decided to try to cheer her up instead.

"Couldn't sleep?" you teased, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

She hesitated for a second before responding, "No, I... I needed to talk to someone."

“You know I’m here for you, always, come on get cozy,” you said as you moved onto the bed as well, making her put her legs up as you leaned to the bedframe and placed her head on your lap. You started caressing her hair as she closed her eyes, as you always did when she felt down. She didn’t know how you were melting inside, to her, it was surely a friendly gesture… 

“Is it those weird vision dreams again?” you asked.

The gentle motion of your fingers through Zelda's hair seemed to relax her as she nodded slowly. "Yes," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "They're becoming more vivid, more real. And they're not just glimpses of the past or a future unlived anymore; I feel like I'm living someone else's life in those moments."

You couldn't help but admire how her eyelashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks as she spoke, her vulnerability drawing you in even further. You'd been friends for so long, and yet, tonight felt different, like the air was charged with unspoken emotions.

"Have you told anyone about this, you know to the priestesses, that they were getting more intense?" you inquired, your thumb gently brushing her cheek.

Zelda sighed and opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours. "No, I can't. They already think I'm strange enough as it is, with my overindulgence in scholarly pursuits and all."

You couldn't resist a teasing grin. "Well, I happen to like your scholarly pursuits…” Thanks to them I see you a little bit more, you wanted to say but stopped yourself. Instead you continued “They're part of what makes you so..."

You stopped yourself short, realizing you were about to tread on dangerous ground. But Zelda's curiosity was piqued, and she raised an eyebrow. "So what?" she prompted, her lips curving into a small, playful smile.

Your heart raced as you met her gaze, the unspoken tension between you growing more palpable with each passing moment. "So... captivating," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

Zelda's smile widened, and she let out a soft chuckle. "Captivating, huh? I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was meant as one," you replied, your fingers still gently caressing her hair. The room felt smaller, the air warmer.

She shifted slightly, now sitting on the bed, her eyes never leaving yours. "You know," she began, her voice a low, sultry murmur, "you have a way of making me forget about everything else when you're around."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you leaned in closer without realizing in the dimly lit room. "Funny," you whispered, "because you have a way of making me want to forget about everything else too."

Zelda paused. Did you go too far? The residual wetness between your legs from an hour ago was making itself known once again as the distance between you and her was a little bit less than before. You were painfully aware of the short nightgown you were wearing, rubbing your now slightly more sensitive nipples. Zelda visited you like this every now and then but something was different today.

Something was different tonight.

“Indeed, there are things I’d rather forget about, especially now…” she repeated in a whisper. You became aware where her gaze was. She was staring at your… lips? Her cheeks were a lovely shade of pink, making her look even more enticing than she was. One of her hands very discreetly and hesitantly found itself near your leg. Too close.

The atmosphere in the room was electric, charged with a potent mixture of desire and longing. Zelda's presence, her nearness, was intoxicating, and you couldn't deny the magnetic pull between you two. With her hand inching closer to your leg and your lips mere inches apart, the tension in the room reached its breaking point.

You both knew that crossing this line would forever change your friendship, but it felt inevitable, like the culmination of years of unspoken emotions.

“Zel…” you whispered as you slowly felt her gaze on every single part of your body, making you shudder. “We.. we can’t, you are the princess and…” 

Zelda's fingers, now just a breath away from your leg, trembled slightly. Her eyes met yours, and you could see the turmoil of emotions within them. The vulnerability and longing were unmistakable, but so was the understanding of the complexity of your situation.

“Tonight, I'm just a Sheikah warrior…” the words somehow got out of her, you could feel her tears coming, barely audible. Your heart shattered, and as Zelda's hand brushed against your thigh, whatever self restraint you had then had just been thrown out of the window. 

You closed the distance between you, and pulled her hesitantly into a soft kiss. Her lips were so soft, inviting and warm and she actually responded eagerly. Her fingers were tracing delicate patterns on your thighs as your tongue traced a gentle line on her bottom lip. 

The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a sea of sensations and emotions. 

When you finally broke the kiss, your breaths were heavy, and your hearts pounded in unison. Zelda's eyes met yours, and in that moment, all the unspoken words and hidden feelings were laid bare. You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want this moment to end. She understood.

Because when tonight ended, you didn’t know if you could still face her again and live in the castle, knowing you would never be able to have her in the manner you wanted. 

She would be married to another noble to produce more royal heirs, and you would slowly wilt away in the royal libraries. 

You wouldn’t be able to live like that. 

So for tonight, you just wanted to feel her. Drink in her essence. 

For tonight, you clung to each other, finding solace in the knowledge that, in this stolen moment, you could be together, if only in the most intimate and ephemeral of ways.

[gamerbearmira]

I love the giftless grandkids au, so much potential for wholesome sibling bonding. Hey maybe the adults don't need to do anything to prevent the gifts, maybe they talk to Casita, who agrees that the gifts are more like curses with the way Alma uses them, and Casita makes the doors disappear. Each time a grandkid gets close to turning five, Casita does a check in with the adults about Alma's behavior, and when the adults tell Casita that she hasn't changed, that she's still pressuring them to work, then Casita makes the door disappear that night. I like the idea of all the kids being in the nursery, but the nursery is expanded quite a bit as more grandkids come so each kid is comfortable and has their own space, and the kids LOVE sharing one big room. I think the kids should get gifts eventually, but only when Alma changes her ways, she might try to redo their ceremonies before that, but it wouldn't work, I also like the idea of the grandkids magical rooms being connected, they all spent their lives sleeping together, I imagine it'd be scary to suddenly sleep on their own. They have six individual doors, but either there are hallways that connect the rooms to each other or all the doors all lead to one ginormous room that has their individual sections partially walled off with a community area in the center

YES ALL THE SIBLING BONDING <3333 But yeah, they did ask Casita, but it doesn’t exactly have power over the magic rooms, that’s all the candle. Though Casita does have control over where the placement of the door is. Shift the placement takes a bit of work, but it isn’t impossible. So to find the door in a part of the house no one goes to…hm 🫣

Anyway yeah 💀 the idea of them sleeping in the nursery is so silly. I don’t think it’s a problem until Camilo and Mirabel come along. Cause then you have two 7 year olds and a 5 year old in their. Not to mention Camilo’s gonna move in soon, and Mirabel won’t be far behind. (And don’t get me start on Antonio) The nursery can only fit so many people. I mean it barely fit Isabela, Dolores and Luisa, but two more, who are babies??? Either a Greek tragedy or a miracle waiting to happen 😭

Also the community space. Reminds me a lot of those college dorms that have the dorms in one hallway or on another floor, and then theirs a hallway that leads to the community area. At least, that’s what I’ve seen. It’s not in all colleges and somethings they look different, but. You get the idea. And yeah, I can imagine it would be a big change for them to all suddenly be separated. They’ve spent their whole (short) lives together, suddenly splitting up just seems like a crime against humanity 🫨

Also concept of what their beds look like. Most based on their hobbies that they picked up (hinting at what would’ve been their gifts/interests).