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bucketsquid · 2 months ago

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An Exhaustive List of Octarian F.A.Qs... and Answers!

There's one thing I've noticed about the Western Splatoon fandom.... and that's the weird amount of misconceptions, mistranslations, and misunderstandings about the Octarians.

For some reason it's often lore about them, surrounding them, or about their activities that always seems to have this happen. And so I want to help correct that! They're a super cool faction and I want to work on people hopefully understanding them better, while helping to correct misconceptions about them.

This will be long, there will be many citations and pictures both. Shoutout in particular to Inkipedia and inkfish translator rassicas, and the hard work of both, for this.

If there's any common lore misconceptions that I left out, please let me know! I'm including every single one I can think of, but I probably missed something somewhere.

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General Octarian Questions

Q. How are Octarians made? And are Octolings made the same way?

A. Octarians are made from severed Octoling tentacles (The Art of Splatoon + SplatoonBase) that are then somehow animated. Ones with more tentacles are "more intelligent"; they're sapient, either way.

Octolings are not, to our knowledge, created like this. The existence of SashiMori's Paul suggests that Octolings undergo the same life stages as Inklings do. (Similarly, Diss-Pair's Warabi has lore that mentions having parents.)

There is concept art in HaikaraWalker (the Octo Expansion artbook) that depicts Octolings mutating from Octarians... but it seems to just be concept art.

Q. Did Octavio brainwash the Octarians into obeying him? Wasn't music used to make them obey?

A. No, they were never brainwashed. Octavio uses his music to keep the Octarians in order and to keep their working rhythm correct-- like a military march. Inkipedia compares the Onward! jingle to "a call-and-response clapping rhythm used by teachers to grab students' attention in elementary schools". It does sound like that...

Now, if you want to say that Octarian propaganda is brainwashing, yes, that does exist.

Q. We've only ever seen feminine Octoling soldiers. What's with that?

A. The "rival Octolings" we meet in the story modes are all part of a special military unit that's female-only. They're referred to as "Takozonesu" in Japanese, a mashup of "tako" (octopus) and "amazons". Not every female Octoling can be one of these, and this group isn't completely representative of Octolings in the military.

There are male Octolings, they're just not part of this one group. (Fun fact, did you know that these Octolings are voiced by Callie and Marie's voice actors?)

Q. What's with the green sclera on Octarians?

A. There's no confirmed canon reasons. Octolings are very inconsistent about it, as well; Octavio has it and so do many enemy Octolings, but not other Octolings of note.

It could just be that the whites of their eyes are really reactive to stuff in general, since sanitized Octarians have black sclera. The green color could also just be something that happens with age while living in the domes.

Q. In Octo Expansion, Marina calls Octarian society "oppressive"-- how oppressive is it really?

A. This descriptor is actually inaccurate to the original Japanese, and was added in localization. (The Splatoon 2 Retranslation Project has a more accurate version over here! Thanks @shiverhohojiro for the link.) Octo Expansion has some notorious details that were added in localization, like Craig being more racist than usual or the omission of Commander Tartar's chatter about humankind.

That said. The domes are an isolationist* military-centric society, with emphasis on meritocracy. Octolings go into professions for things they're good at, not necessarily for what they want to do. Resources like electricity are limited, so they have to structure life around that detail, and strictness logically follows. The military doesn't tolerate slackers or nonsense, but talented people seem to do well for themselves based on how Marina's life was. Even so...

A lot of music, culture and artwork gets made down there! And they have things like beachside domes, bowling-themed domes, amusement park domes and even circuses... so it's not completely strict. There's a lot of room for silliness, it just needs to be in the right place.

So, to be totally fair? We don't know much. It's not perfect, but it's also not a hellish place to live if you wanted to stay. * They trade with Salmonids, but don't seem to do so with anyone else.

Q. Can they respawn? Are we killing them when we splat them?

A. Yes, they can use respawn technology in the same way Inklings and Octolings do. The only situation where an Octarian explicitly dies is, potentially, during the escape phases in Octo Expansion!

Q. Where/how did they make the domes?

A. Leftover human technology, meant to be similar "last resort shelters" made by humans. Think Alterna, but on a smaller fragmented scale.

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Questions about DJ Octavio

Q. Why do we always see him in octopus form? Can he shapeshift?

A. Octavio can't shapeshift because of an injury from the Great Turf War. He was able to do so before and during it, however!

Q. We know Octavio leads the Octarians, but what is he? A king, an emperor, or what?

A. He is a Japanese shogun, as referenced by his title in the first Splatoon: "DJ Takowasa shōgun". We don't know if he was appointed by an emperor, if he was part of the previous shogun's family, or if he just sort of... took up the mantle (haha octopus joke) after the Great Turf War.

Q. Did he brainwash Callie?

Based on the information we have... I am inclined to say, no, he didn't brainwash Callie.

Callie was in an extremely stressful period of her life, Octavio reached out to talk, and... we don't know what happened next. But the context feels like Callie might have joined willingly. In reference to the Hypnoshades, it's important to note that hypnosis as a concept is incredibly variable, with one argument made that "you cannot hypnotize an unwilling participant".

"But, didn't he say--"

He likes music puns. He's a DJ. It's supposed to be funny, why aren't you laughing? (What this line was in JP, I wonder...)

... But, I feel like the evidence stacks up. It suggests that Callie wasn't kidnapped or brainwashed or forced to join the Octarians. It was probably an escape from fame and loneliness for her-- the Hypnoshades helped her get away from that and just have a good time. But with Octavio being a guy to hold a grudge, nothing got to be that simple, and Callie was ultimately weaponized against the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

It remains very up-to-interpretation because we don't know, exactly, what happened behind the scenes. But Callie fosters zero ill will towards the Octarians, even after being rescued... and if fiery, outspoken Callie doesn't seem to be angry about it, what does that say about the matter?

Q. Why do all the tentacles piloting the Great Octoweapons have the same scar as him?

A. Because they're directly cloned from Octavio and are then made to pilot them, presumably because they have the muscle memory to operate as pilots. Octopuses have very complicated brains and neural centers that extend out into their arms.. so this cool bit of sci-fi checks out.

Q. How old is Octavio, really?

A. We don't know. But the narrative often parallels him with Craig Cuttlefish, who mentions in Octo Expansion that he's 130 years old. It would be fair to assume Octavio is also, at least, 130.

Q. Why is he so gigantic in Splatoon compared to the other games?

idk man, you tell me. I think this is much funnier and cooler than later games, though.

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Octo Expansion + Octarians Questions

Q. It's suggested that there were thousands of test subjects before Agent 8. Where did Kamabo Co. get all of these people?

A. Not only is it suggested that the Deepsea Metro may be accessible from other train lines, but it's also plausible that the subterranean networks that the Octarians use could be connected to the Metro. (Thank you for your hard work, Dodo.)

Test chambers always reminded me of Octarian domes, anyways, with the large amount of highly versatile space they have, and how it'd only make sense underground.

After all, Commander Tartar offered a glimpse of "the promised land", and that plays very specifically into the Octoling desire to see the surface world again. ("A utopia of light beyond your wildest dreams".) Its appearance as a telephone even seems to evoke an Octarian's face, which they're more willing to trust.

Q. Are sanitized Octarians a hivemind?

A. They're something like that, being hollow shells that have lost their memories and identities while submitting to a higher force. (This can be fixed, as we've learned.) They seem responsive to being assigned roles, what with Acht being made to produce music while other sanitized Octolings act as enemies in test chambers.

Commander Tartar's ideology revolves around a lot of "giving up one's individuality for the greater good" and "joining something bigger than yourself". To "eliminate the general idea of the individual" for "a harmonious world"... "becoming one with existence".

I think that carries a lot of interesting implications. You can draw your own conclusions, since there's no explicit canon answer.

Q. Was Acht sanitized willingly or unwillingly?

A. Public twitter info suggests that they were sanitized willingly, to "get rid of doubts and conflicts involving production" and to commit completely to music. But in Side Order, Acht says that it wasn't done willingly.

There's a lot of ways to interpret this. Maybe they wanted to at first, had a last-minute realization that they got tricked, and ultimately didn't want it. Maybe they committed completely and don't want to say it. Maybe social media is lying to us completely, in the same corporate word-twisting ways that Grizzco also uses, to make Kamabo Co. seem better. So... who knows?

Q. How does the Kamabo Corporation have clones of the Octo Canyon bosses?

A. Uh...

... I don't actually know. Clearly they have pretty advanced technology going on, so maybe they actually did manage to replicate and clone these bosses perfectly?

Or, maybe, it's just a psychological recreation of Agent 8's memories. Octo Expansion has a lot of stuff like that, so it feels pretty possible!

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Anyways, that's all... for now. I'll probably only edit in more sources and tweak details on this post, but it's completely possible that I might need to add more things later.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon meta #worldbuilding #reference #i worked for 3 hours on this :D hope you appreciate it + do reblog if you think it's helpful!#got a source for Octo Expansion dialogue tysm!!

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yanderepuck · 4 months ago

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A YEAR IN THE MAKING

You know this BIG project I keep mentioning??

A good amount of you have guessed it, some of you know all about it because I've been bouncing ideas off of you to help me with the thought process.

SALAÌ IS GETTING HIS OWN ROUTE!!!!

Long story short.. it was supposed to be 8-10 chapters. It was going to be a speed run route. It's obvs not a real route it can be quick and not so indepth right? Right?

It's 20 chapters. With 3 side stories and an Episode 0.

There were going to be 4 cgs but... Art is pricey and well... honestly.. his route isn't even canon.

In Salaìs route, you, the mc, meet Salaì as he's painting in town. He's there looking for someone but you don't know who. But you get closer to him, going on little dates.. having no choice but to stay at his place for a night, helping him get his art shown in a gallery...and then it falls apart

I will be posting each chapter separately. There will be 3-4 days between each chapter. I will have a tag list. If you are tagged on this post you are already part of it. If you'd like to be part of it just comment saying so.

Minor details: so he has 3 side stories plus the episode 0...those will not be posted here. I've put so much work into this.. literally started August 25th last year...they will be available on Kofi as the chapters related to them are posted. They will only $1. You don't need these side stories for the main story just like in the game so please don't complain about me putting 4 of these behind a pay wall.

Info on the route itself: I will be staying this once I start posting it but through the story I will be calling him Salaì..but for a good part of it he goes by a different name. It shouldn't be confusing but he does have three names after all. Also I said his route isn't canon, meaning his route does not line up with his actual lore. In no way would Salai chose Mc over Leonardo, and I also don't put all of trauma of his in here bc its not really the focus, and like I said.. not even canon. BUT I AM WILLING TO ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS AT ANY GIVEN TIME. I also have @ask-salai where you can ask questions about it too if you would want HIM to answer and not me.

I REALLY REALLY REALLY HOPE YOU GUYS READ AND INTERACT WITH THIS.

Not trying to be threatening... But if this doesn't do well... I'm not sure if I'll continue writing. This is a years worth of work. Reblogs really do mean a lot to me. I want feedback. I want to know what you guys think.

I still need to proof read it all and doubt check some things but I wanted to get the word out about what I was doing.

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ashensgrotto · 11 months ago

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Never Had a Friend (like Me) - Part 1

Original art piece by pfbatakopd on twitter (Used only for Header. Do NOT REPOST ORIGINAL ART)

Part 1 (You Are Here) Part 2 Part 3

YandereSoulmate! AU:

Part 1 (Am I Feeling Love?)

Part 2 (Protective)

Part 3A & Part 3B (Poor Unfortunate Souls)

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto X F!Reader

Word Count: 9,105

Synopsis: A chance for redemption comes in the form of a wish…

Author’s Notes: Ok, here we go. I received an anonymous message in my inbox for the next part of the Yandere!Soulmate series and I was actually going to work on it - but with the arrival of GloMas, working on the next part of ‘Raison D’être,’ wanting to finish “Weren’t You Aware, Angelfish?”, AND the holidays, time got away from me and I forgot about Scarabia’s segment for a short while.

However, because you all seem to enjoy this and want to know if the tako has redeemed himself - I figured I would work to get this part done. Now, warning - Pompefiore’s part is going to take a bit of time to complete because I will have to wiggle my way through my memory bank and replay a few parts of it (which is approx 76 chapters in length for those players who haven’t made it that far into the game yet) since I’m working so deep into Ignihyde’s chapter right now (which is a doozy - I’m still in chapter 67-tower 1, oof help).

This one is also going to be split into three parts - I promise it will not be a long wait for the second & third parts as this is my Christmas gift to all of my readers <3

Thank you all for your continued support!

Warnings are as follows: yandere behaviors, manipulation, imprisonment, & hypnosis

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I’m in the mood, to help you dude

You ain’t never had a friend like me.

***

It had been weeks since the last overblot incident… and just as long since Azul last saw you.

He sat in his office, looking over paperwork for the last quarter and rubbing his brow with worry.

The profits had started to steadily decrease following his overblot, causing the Monstro Lounge to slowly suffer the loss, like an infection slowly eating away a mer’s life. He had no one really to blame but himself for that… Azul had lost control, let his obsession get out of hand and had hurt the people closest to him.

Jade… Floyd… you.

Azul let out another large sigh and set the report down, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face. He had considered going back to the Coral Sea for holiday, but was unable to due to two reasons; one, the ice floes would’ve made the journey too dangerous to travel alone - especially since Jade and Floyd had already prepared to stay at NRC for the holidays, and two… you were still here.

Not in Octavinelle where Azul had wanted you to be, but in a rundown shack on the school property.

The building had been a dorm, once upon a time, but ghosts had moved in and scared the students to the point that the building was deemed ‘unsafe.’ However, with your charms and personality, the ghosts were easily persuaded and welcomed you in with open arms - though Azul had a sneaky suspicion that both the headwardens of Savanaclaw and Heartslabyul had likely persuaded the otherworldly spirits in exchange for access to both of their dorms. Regardless, with you no longer in Octavinelle and now at the mercy of the headmage’s “generous” nature, Azul could only watch from the shadows as you now tended to the school property in a janitorial role.

Azul leaned back in his chair, his thoughts plagued by you before an obnoxious ringing noise filled the office.

He grumbled, picking the phone up, “Monstor Lounge, this is Azul speaking.”

“Hello baby, how are you?” the familiar voice of his mother on the other end made Azul jump in surprise.

“Mother,” Azul coughed, “Hello - I apologize I hadn’t had a chance to call you. We’ve been busy lately.”

“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” his mother answered, “It’s been busy here too… but everything’s been calming down since the ice floes came - though I was surprised to see your letter that you were considering coming home for the holidays.”

‘Shit…’ Azul had completely forgotten about that - when (Y/N) had lived in the Octavinelle at the beginning of the year, Azul had entertained the idea of potentially inviting her to his home for the holiday, slowly and suringly getting her accustomed to the idea of staying with him - although it would prove to be a difficult task, especially now.

“However, I’m assuming that you changed plans at the last minute,” his mother continued.

“Y-yes, I was indeed planning on coming… however, Jade and Floyd both decided to stay behind so I chose to stay as well,” Azul answered, the lie slipping easily off his silver tongue, “Someone has to keep those two in line, after all.”

His mother snickered, “Don’t be saying that in front of their father though. Sevens knows what the moray will do if you say anything like that.”

Azul nodded, clearing his throat, “Um, well… What's going on with you, then? The restaurant still alright? How’s Finn?”

“Finn’s well - busy as always,” his mother answered, “Business has been getting better - hired several new staff members as well… a few sweet mers around your age, Zully.”

Azul rolled his eyes, “Mother… we’ve had this talk. I’m… not interested.”

“You might not be, but it will happen one day,” his mother’s voice was calm and soothing before she sighed on the end of the phone, “However… I have a sneaky feeling that you’re still upset about what I told you all those years ago.”

Azul bit his lip, answering, “Of course not… Soulmates? That’s ridiculous.”

“Azul…” his mother’s voice turned into a scolding tone, “There are plenty of fish out there - I know you’re still pretty young to be thinking about it, considering a mer’s life is longer than most, but shorter than a fae’s… but I only want you to be happy.”

“I am, mother,” Azul tried to smile, “I’m content where I am - I’ve gotten stronger, my business is growing, and… I’ve learned so much.”

“Perhaps, but allow me to give you a little insight - it’s something I learned long ago,” his mother prompted, “Happiness, though may be defined as ‘the state of joy or contentment,’ is typically filled by three main parts of life; success, dedication, and personal. Dedication and success go hand in hand with each other - if you work hard and are dedicated, you achieve success - even if the tasks prove to be difficult to the point that you might fail over and over again. Personal can mean time for yourself - spending time with your hobbies or doing what you love… spending time with those you care about even.”

Azul listened to his mother’s words, thinking.

“I know that you are successful and you’re dedicated,” his mother continued, “But you won’t achieve happiness if you just focus on those two things - take time for yourself now and again, look for stronger connections within your friendships… and look for someone that will want to support you and you support them.”

“I… I think I understand…” Azul answered, “I’ll… take your words into consideration.”

“I hope so - your grandmother taught me that when I was still a little octo fry many years ago,” his mother answered, a teasing tone caught in her voice.

Azul couldn’t help but smile, “Yes… Nanna always did know what was best.”

“Yes, she did, still does even… Well, I should probably let you go, then - you have a lot of stuff going on there,” his mother let out a sigh, “Just remember… I love you, baby. Merry Christmas.”

“I love you too… momma. Merry Christmas and I’ll see you at the end of the year.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Zully. Stay safe.”

Azul smiled and hung the phone up, sitting back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling.

“Finding that so-called ‘other half’ is like - well - like the story of the mermaid princess and her longing to be with a human. It’s a rare occurrence that only happens once in a millennium if not longer. Anyone can be happy with or without their soulmate, Azul. There’s no reason you should go to such lengths to be with someone who may not even exist…”

Azul shook his head at the memory of that day years ago - he wanted to forget… but sevens knows he couldn’t forget you.

A sudden loud crash had Azul bolting upright, his features twisting in annoyance. As far as he knew, the only ones in the lounge were Jade and Floyd… which could only mean one thing.

Trouble.

“Those two morons…” Azul gritted his teeth, standing from his chair, “If I catch the lounge in a disarray again…”

He grabbed his jacket, tossing it over his shoulders, before placing his hat upon his head, the magestone pen morphing into the headwarden’s silver octopus topped cane. He hurried from his office and headed into the lounge.

Entering the lounge, Azul’s eyes widened at the sight.

The lounge was damaged - several tables and chairs were overturned, marred by huge cracks and scratches while lamps lay in pieces on the floor, the glass orbs scattered into a thousand fragments on the carpeted flooring and the magestones cracked and shattered as well. Azul’s eyes narrowed on Jade and Floyd’s figures, but realized they weren’t alone after all. Several students from the Scarabia dorm were there as well, their wands out and at the ready - pointing them at Jade and Floyd, who seemed to be guarding something on the floor.

Azul’s eyes widened in surprise at seeing Kalim’s magic carpet as well as Grim hiding behind the remaining two members of Octavinelle - and they weren’t alone.

You were there as well, cowering behind Jade and Floyd’s intimidating heights as the Scarabia students glared daggers at you.

“There’s no escape for you now, thieves!”

“Surrender quietly!”

“Mrow?!” Grim held his paws up, “You chased us all the way here?! You guys are seriously stubborn, you know that?”

Azul remained quiet for a moment, his eyes shifting to look you over - noticing how you had one arm close to your body. Were you hurt?

Azul’s eyes narrowed as he approached, his shoes echoing in the lounge as his stern voice addressed the situation, “What is all the commotion at this late hour?”

The students turned to look at Azul, one of them speaking quietly, “Y-you’re… Azul Ashengrotto, the housewarden of Octavinelle!”

“Would you care to explain what is going on?” Azul asked calmly, moving to stand in front of you with Jade and Floyd behind him.

“It’s none of Octavinelle’s business,” another student tsked, “Just hand over the two of them quietly.”

Azul crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he eyed you and Grim out of the corner of his eye, “Now that I’m looking closer at it - it appears to be (Y/N) and Grim sprawled out on our floor, quivering and covered in dust. Heh - I almost thought they were a pair of dust cloths.”

“Azul, please,” Azul met your gaze, “save us with your spirit of benevolence.”

“Hmm…” Azul turned back to the group of Scarabia before him.

“If you refuse to hand them over, you’ll be blamed for their wrongdoings as well,” the student warned.

“Hey - are ya yankin’ my tail here?!” Floyd’s eyes widened dangerously, his teeth peering out from behind his lips, “Who do ya think yer talkin’ to?!”

“No fighting of any kind is permitted in the Monstro Lounge,” Azul kept his arms crossed over his chest, his focus reshifting to address the situation at hand, “This is a place for gentlemen.”

“What was that? Are you interfering?” one of the students asked, “Fine, we’ll just do this the hard way.”

“Hmph, I think it’s time we asked these ill-mannered patrons to leave,” Azul growled, clicking his tongue in annoyance, “Jade. Floyd. Show them the door.”

The eel twins grinned as they moved quickly, going after the Scarabia students like the set of predators that they were. Azul was quick to move and cover (Y/N), his overcoat covering your form to protect you from the fighting, “Don’t look, my dear, I do not wish for you to see such behavior.”

“Azul - I’ve seen worse,” your voice rattled him to the core as he huffed.

“I... don’t need the reminder.”

It didn’t take long for the Scarabia students to fall back, Jade and Floyd repocketing their pens.

“Go on an’ scatter, ya bunch of minnows!” Floyd laughed eagerly.

“We’ll be eagerly awaiting your next visit to our lounge,” Jade smiled.

As the last of the students disappeared, Grim jumped for joy, “Mya-haha! We did it! You see that?! That’s what you get, you bunch of jerks!”

“We, Grim? I think you mean they - Floyd and Jade - did it,” you ask before shaking your head and turning toward the trio, “Thank you, all three of you - I don’t want to think what they would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in.”

“Thanks are unneeded, my dear,” Azul answered, standing and offering his hand, “However, I’m afraid we’ll have to bill you for repair fees for the tables and chairs - not to mention the lamps and assorted dishwear that was damaged in that fight. Not to mention our own labor rates, since we were dragged into this affair.”

“WHAT?! You’re charging us for that?!” Grim asked, throwing his paws up in the air.

“Surely it’s a small price to pay for us rescuing the both of you from the inky depths of peril? After all, (Y/N) did ask for my spirit of benevolence.”

“Azul, please,” you asked quietly, “There’s a reason that the Scarabia students were after us.”

“I’m assuming it has something to do with Kalim’s magic carpet.”

“... Not really,” you answer, “We were being held hostage.”

Azul frowned, not liking the word one bit, “Explain, (Y/N).”

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Azul muddled over what you had just told him, Grim piping up every so often to include details about the Scarabia situation to add more information as the cunning octopus thought deeply. As Azul thought, his eyes kept shifting to you, his thoughts going deeper into self-loathing; if you had remained in Octavinelle, none of this would have happened - you would’ve been safe, not having to walk to an oasis down and back again every morning before even eating, or sleeping in a closet under lock and key, or even doing battles with other students of magic when you couldn’t even cast a spell yourself.

His poor little angelfish…

Azul’s eyes widened, an idea appearing in his mind… a chance of a lifetime had just been given to him and he would be damned to let it go to waste.

A knowning smile spread across his features, “...It sounds like we should go to their aid.”

“Myra?! Did you hit your head or something when I wasn’t looking?!” Grim asked.

“Of course not!” Azul feigned harm, lifting his gloved hand to his chest, “I’ll have you know, my dear Grimmy, that the last incident forced me to reflect on my greed. I came out a changed man!”

“Oh, really?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest, “Care to explain?”

“I decided to contribute to the school as a whole, in honor of the Sea Witch’s spirit of benevolence,” Azul explained, his features turning coy, “It’s common knowledge that the housewardens are typically the ones their students go to in times of need or struggle - even the vice wardens are responsible for that as well. However, the power has to be shared equally between both the house and vice wardens - and Scarabia’s all over the place. It’s faced with a crisis now and my own classmate is in need of help - I can hardly ignore them in their time of need.”

You watched Jade and Floyd give each other knowing smiles before the twins looked at Azul, Jade asking, “What is the plan?”

“Here’s my idea,” Azul proposed, “The five of us head to Scarabia tomorrow - we’ll go under the guise that we are returning Kalim’s carpet as well as offering assistance with the dorm’s studies, this will ensure our stay especially since Octavinelle did overwhelmingly well on their finals before break…”

“No thanks to your study guides,” Grim huffed.

“Grim,” You warned.

Azul coughed and continued, “Once we’ve secured our spot within Scarabia, we’ll be able to do a bit of sneaking around to figure out what’s really going on.”

“And I’m assuming you have an idea on how to do so?” Jade asked.

“Let’s get to that point before we make any rash decisions,” Azul answered.

“I think that is a wonderful idea,” you agreed.

“(Y/N)?! Are you crazy?!” Grim asked, “We can’t go back there!”

“Grim, we really have no other options,” you turned to the feline demon, “We’ve tried contacting the Headmage, the other students can’t get into the school because the dark mirror is closed off, we have no way of contacting Riddle or Leona either… Azul’s plan is the best we have right now. Personally, I’d rather not go back, but with the way things are looking for Kalim…”

“You’re afraid there’s going to be another overblot, aren’t you, pearl?” Jade asked.

Azul blinked, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. Yes, Kalim’s behavior was erratic, but it couldn’t be enough for the headwarden to go into an overblot… would it?

“I’m afraid so,” you admit, looking over at Azul, “I noticed that… when things got a little out of control, someone overblotted. I can’t bare to see another student go through that, much less a housewarden again. I’d like to try and prevent it from happening again, if possible.”

Azul nodded, “No worries, angelfish - I’ll make sure mine was the last one you saw.”

You give the housewarden a small smile of relief - thankful that he seemed to understand.

Azul remembered during his blot how the memories of his childhood came forward; the root cause of his pain and suffering that eventually became his thirst for power that festered and grew until it snapped - and you had seen it all. Whatever this strange magical gift was and how you received it, Azul was certain that it was your own form of unique magic - one that was so powerful that it may even make Malleus Draconia afraid if he knew about it; the power to look into one’s past and see everything that shaped them into who they eventually became was strong powerful magic indeed - but, of course, Azul didn’t want anyone else to know about it, considering he was victim number three to the overblot crisis that appeared to be happening this year.

Azul reaches out, offering his hand to you, “(Y/N), as headwarden of Octavinelle - allow myself and Jade and Floyd to help you and Grim solve the mystery of Kalim’s strange behavior. I’m certain the five of us plus Jamil will be able to ease Kalim’s troubles and bring back the peace Scarabia so desperately needs. Do we have a deal?”

You look at his hand, the memory of the first day you met him and the day you lost your legs both playing in your mind - but what choice did you have? You look at him and take his hand, squeezing it.

“Promise - this will make us even?”

“Indeed. I promise.”

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the-clockwork-fiend · 12 days ago

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One more thing! Mutuals, please answer at your soonest convenience, I need to reconstruct my tag lists!! Please reply whether or not you'd like to be tagged in the following fandoms:

— Twisted Wonderland

— Bungou Stray Dogs

— Tokyo Revengers

— Vanitas no Carte

— Naruto

Non-mutuals may also request to be added to (a) certain taglist(s)! This will not apply to anons, however, because obviously, I cannot tag you.

@h2llish @lyle-my-beloved @xen-blank @edith-is-a-cat @tenjikyu @unprofessionalsimp @nervocat @nightmare-in-the-woods @floydsteeth @officialdaydreamer00 @cookiesandbiscuits @mermaidfanficlibrary @koihanwrites @casp1an-sea @v-anrouge @vivigoesinsaneagain @tako-cafe

#⏱︎ the inventor is rambling #⏱︎ shop announcements!

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takonxmz · 10 months ago

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I am loving your daily drawings. It is such a delight to wake up to the sight of your gorgeous illustrations

FRIEND THESE ARE RHE SWEETEST MOST KIND WORDS 😭😭😭😭😭 I even have yet to color them HFJFJSN!!!!!!

#tako answers #wishthefish

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beefrobeefcal · 8 months ago

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Quick Marcus because you posted that wip 👌🏽❤️❤️❤️

ooooooh Takos! 🤯😭🫠🥵

You always leave me flummoxed when you pop in with a gift like this. THAT POOR SHIRT IS ON ITS LAST LEGS!

Thank you thank you thank you, @yahtiwakitakos - you’re amazing!

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

#takos art #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal tummy #you ask beefro answers #thot tank #you asked beefro answered #beefro is trash for fat Pedro #🥩

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ask-judejazza · 5 months ago

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The Thirteenth Fairy

I'm Jude Jazza. Why don't you come closer and make me a promise? Ya better keep it once ya do.

I'll try to answer back everyone's "asks" when I have the time. Be patient, little robin. Or I'll make you regret going back on your promoses you give me.

[cybrid owns Jude, this is an unofficial account for fun, Mod: @tako-cafe , tags: askjude , answers via sketch mostly so they will be slow going. NSFW allowed, all sfw allowed. Have fun with him. Mdni]

#ikemen villains #ikevil #ikevil jude

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hiwofumi · 2 years ago

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𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘

You and Yoshida hit the road, headed toward a night you’ll never forget.

contains fem reader and hirofumi yoshida in an established relationship, fluff, smut, smoker reader, road trip, motel room, pool sex, and loss of virginity. 3,626 words. inspired by bleachers’ song, rollercoaster. here is an entire playlist.

hellooo, it’s been a while! this is my dreadfully late gift to @blueparadis for snow’s gift exchange. I decided to align it with valentine’s day as a nice treat, but it’s actually long overdue from the holidays (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) bella, thank you for being so, so patient with me, and happy valentine’s day, baby! and thank you to dear violet for beta reading this fic! 🖤

𝟭 ︱ 𝖶𝖤’𝖫𝖫 𝖡𝖤 𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖪𝖨𝖭�� 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳, 𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳𝖲

He’s overdosed with burning rubber, shifting cities, and a fine lady in his passenger seat.

Digits of varying uses illuminate the dashboard, the clock reading a little past twenty-two. Rush hour has long passed, and apart from the occasional truck or blinding headlights on the opposite side of the road, the expressway is desolate.

You’ve quieted too—Yoshida glances to see if you’ve fallen asleep. But you’re watching another worn out city pass from your open window, your hair restless in the wind.

He was the one who received a call from Public Safety that morning. Briefed on a feral devil playing havoc with the peace of a rural town, he reached frantically for the nearest pen and paper napkin and jotted away. The final question: “Are you willing to take the job?” And he responded, “I’ll let you know once I’ve talked to my buddy.”

(Private devil hunters didn’t have buddies. But youthful rebellion defied most things.)

“That’s sudden,” you said matter-of-factly on the other line, static singing in the background.

“It is,” he replied, eyeing the paper napkin scribbles in his hand as he held the phone. “We won’t be alone though—devil hunters from Public Safety will be coming too.”

“That serious, huh?” you leaned against the wall where your phone was attached. “Will we be driving there ourselves?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s a twelve-hour drive. What do you think?”

“Half a day,” you said, tipping your head back in contemplation. “Have you ever driven that long?”

“Not at all,” he said. “And I don’t think Tako could take it. If we’re going, we’ll have to make a stopover at some point.”

He named his car Tako. Compact, secondhand, and certainly not up with the times—but Tako was “beautifully flawed, just like you,” in his exact words, and you grimaced with every reminder. You’d accepted your fate of third-wheeling him and his car, but jealousy lingered.

You emphasized your eye roll while he couldn’t see you. He seemed to care more about Tako’s well-being than his own.

“Hmm . . . did you say they needed us there tomorrow?” you said, preserving a casual tone to keep him oblivious.

“I did,” he took the bait.

“All right . . . if we take this job, we can leave this afternoon, then check in somewhere later at night.”

“Sounds good to me. We’ll continue our trip in the morning and arrive there by noon.”

“So it’s settled,” you affirmed. “We’re taking the job.”

“We are,” somehow, you could sense his smile growing on the other end. “What time do I pick you up?”

“Maybe at . . .” you glanced at the wall clock hanging above your fridge, “four.”

When he arrived at your block, you were standing on the pavement, clutching the strap of your duffel bag from your shoulder. You tossed your bag into the backseat and rode shotgun, chirping, “You ready, Hiro?”

Early into the ride, the fresh breeze rolled into your lungs, ejecting the smoke you’d put in them beforehand. The wind weaved with your hair, and the sun glimmered against your skin while it set. Amidst a red light, you faced him and asked, “What were you doing before you got the call?”

He was leaning against the steering wheel, watching the countdown before he looked at you. He smiled and answered, “I was thinking about you.”

Out of reflex, you chuckled airily and faced the other way. “Weirdo.”

The light flickered green as he yelped, “Ouch!”

When the sun sank, cars poured in. Entire roads were eager to go home while you were just leaving yours. You sat in traffic as your stomach gurgled, marking the first stage of your regret for the spontaneity of your travel.

“Got any food in here?” you asked, facing Yoshida’s direction for the umpteenth time after staring out into the dreadful sea of vehicles enveloping Tako.

“None,” he answered curtly. His right hand was holding the steering wheel—or rather, gripping it. He rubbed his mouth, now dropped to a frown instead of its bright state, before resting his arm on the window.

You sighed and faced your window again, your fist pressing your cheek. “I should’ve prepared some before we left.”

Yoshida responded with silence. He never relied on words when he was displeased, trusting the quiet to speak for him. Time continued to pass, but the traffic did not.

“I’m thirsty. Do you have any water?” you asked again later.

“I don’t,”

“Ugh,” you threw your head against the headrest. “When will this end?”

“I’m upset too,” he said calmly. “I gotta pee.”

“What if you peed outside?”

“And got myself arrested?”

You scanned the small space for something useful, finding an empty soda bottle in the pocket of your car door. “What about in this bottle?”

Yoshida scowled as you held it up to him. “Baby, please.”

Your body was in a state of drought and famine; nothing to come out of your mouth would be of any help.

Tako wriggled free of congestion thirty minutes after your exchange. Yoshida stepped on the gas pedal harder than usual, and you failed to resist screaming out of your window, “Finally!”

He parked at the first fast-food restaurant in sight. As you unbuckled your seatbelt, he turned the car off, yanked the key out, and hurried to leave. “Wait, what’s your—”

“I’ll have a burger,” he said before he slammed the door and bolted to the establishment where his savior awaited—the bathroom.

You ordered large burgers, fries, and orange juice in pairs. You moaned as soon as the flavor set in your mouth, barely chewing before you swallowed your first bite. He ate slowly in the driver’s seat, watching you with amusement. You devoted your attention to your meal and your meal only, but you fed him fries every so often.

“I’m packing us food next time,” you said before taking another mouthful of your sandwich.

“I’m using the bathroom before I hit the road,” he answered with full cheeks, licking the mayo off his fingers.

You continued your journey content and relieved at last. The night was getting quiet, but with your tanks refueled, it was your time to disrupt the peace.

The last set of songs on the radio station were ones you and Yoshida knew. Yoshida’s palms banged the steering wheel to the beat, and you tapped on your door from the outside as your arm hung from the window. You replaced lyrics you didn’t know with gibberish that made him giggle. You screamed the ones you knew together, pointing fingers at each other whenever the word “you” appeared within the lines. You sang your voice and heart out, and finally, you ran out of breath.

You panted with laughter as the radio announcer bid goodnight. And then you fell into silence, the kind that reassured you were both fulfilled.

A cigarette burns from your hand now. It’s been six hours since you departed, and it would take six more to arrive at your destination.

Yoshida reaches for your thigh and gently squeezes. “Should we call it a night?”

In his momentary glance at you, he spots hypnosis in your eyes, likely from watching the world go by through your window. “Yeah,” you say. “Let’s get some rest.”

Relief hits your numb butt once you step out of the car and into the open parking lot of a standard motel. The night is crisp and silent as you and Yoshida carry your bags separately and amble toward your temporary abode.

𝟮 ︱ 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖳𝖠𝖫 𝖡𝖮𝖣𝖸; 𝖳𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖲𝖮𝖴𝖫𝖲

You request a room with two beds only to learn after that it was futile.

The room leans on vintage wallpaper, clean white sheets, and warm light from the wall lamp between your beds. It’s as out of style as it could be, but it’ll do for the night.

Yoshida uses the bathroom after letting you go first. He comes out likening your current appearance: in fresh sleepwear and a small towel dabbing his wet face, his hand pushing his long fringe up.

You’ve cleared your bed of your things to sit on the edge and face his. He mirrors you, bouncing on the mattress when he plops down and opens his arms to you in invitation. You lurch forward willingly, and his arms lock over the small of your back. It occurs to you that your separate bed would be useless for the night.

With the lights off, you lie together. It’s as if any space where you don’t share one breath and heartbeat is senseless.

The outdoor light seeps through the curtains of your window, allowing the wall clock in front of your bed to reflect its numbers. It’s past midnight. His fingers thread through your hair. You shift your head closer to his chest, pushing your ear to hear the life inside, speaking in calm, steady tones.

You play with his hand, pressing your palms together, studying the lines etched and tracing them with a gentle finger. It tickles him, the faintest sensation left in the wake of your touch, and he indulges.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” you speak against the creases of his shirt, cheek pressed to the fabric.

“It wore off.” His arm folds under his head as he eyes the ceiling. “What about you?”

He seems to hold you tighter, lightly bracing your shoulders. His staying awake means you won’t be listening to his soft snores, or staring at his ajar mouth with quiet adoration.

“I dunno,” your arm rests across his stomach. “I’m never sleepy when we’re out of town.”

For a moment, he’s soundless, only the mild strokes of his palm up and down your shoulder. “That pool outside . . .”

He pointed it out earlier when you passed it on your way to the room. It was cyan in all its stillness, illuminating in the dark. You know what he’s hinting at.

“Won’t we get in trouble?” you ask, looking up to see his face, only to find his eyes veiled by an overgrown fringe.

But through the dark strands, you find mischief glinting back at you. And it tugs the ends of his mouth up as he entices, “Aren’t we used to that?”

𝟯 ︱ 𝖨 𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖸𝖮𝖴𝖱 𝖤𝖭𝖤𝖱𝖦𝖸 𝖱𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖮𝖴𝖦𝖧 𝖬𝖤

Only as you stand a few inches away from the pool do you remember that you’re on official business—not a vacation.

You didn’t pack any swimwear. So instead of taking a dip, you and Yoshida stand awkwardly hand-in-hand in your pajamas, wary faces reflecting in the water when you lean forward with caution.

“Do we just . . .” he starts, but never finishes. You glance at him, thinking how ironic it is that he’s apprehensive now when he had gotten the idea moments ago.

But you’d already taken the steps to arrive at this point. You got out of bed, stepped out into the studded, cool night, and strutted on the concrete leading to the pool. Why turn back now?

You drop his hand, failing to notice the confused look he gives you before you pull your shirt out of your head. You look at him once the shirt meets the ground; framed by his dark strands are two astounded eyes. You grin devilishly at him, thumbs sliding beneath the garter of your pajama pants.

Yoshida’s mouth hangs open at your overt choice of stripping. His eyes skim your back as you stray toward the pool, taking in the shade of your skin, the hook that keeps your bra in place, and the fabric that bends to the shape of your hips going downward. He flushes, urgently looking away.

“Hey,” you glance at him again, your feet submerged as you descend the steps of the pool, and lilt playfully, “Don’t back out now.”

Tiny smooth stones press against the soles of your feet. He shuts his near-dry mouth, then swallows. Your uncovered state is nothing he’d quite seen until this point. But it would be foolish to spend the rest of the night gawking in a moment dedicated to you and him.

The uncanny warmth of his body radiates as he peels his clothes off, t-shirt and sweatpants meeting your pajamas on the ground. He follows into the pool in a pair of loose boxer shorts.

Icy water engulfs your shoulders down. You shudder, wrapping your arms around yourself. “It’s fucking cold,”

Yoshida catches up with you soon, his arms sliding around your waist from behind. “Will this do?” he asks, holding you to his chest. His skin is damp but warm, and your head slots perfectly under his chin.

“That’s perfect, Hiro.” You tell him softly, settling into his frame. Your hands rest on his folded arms; your heels press against his feet. In that cozy stance, he proceeds to waddle.

You giggle as you sway together, the water sloshing. Soon, you break free of his grasp to splash him, and his arms cross over his face to defend himself before retaliating with bigger splashes. You chase after each other in the pool, noisy spurts from flailing arms on opposite ends. You don’t surrender until water enters your nose and mouth.

As you cough relentlessly, he approaches with wry laughter and asks, “Are you okay?”

He wishes he’d stayed far when you answer with the biggest splash of water shoved into his face. He backs away with his face in his hands, the ugly taste of pool water in his mouth, and the painful feeling of it in his nose. He coughs it out, just like you, but mixed with a sense of betrayal that soon translates into more eager playfulness.

He turns to you again and scoops you into his arms with a wide grin. “Should’ve seen that one coming,” he says as you giggle and try to wriggle free of his grasp, but to no avail. You give up and let him lift your feet off the pool floor, your arms wrapping around his neck.

His hair is soaked and flopping over his eyes, making it hard to see the affection held for you under it. You smooth it back with a gentle hand so you can admire him.

You often craved a clear view of his face—his hair usually concealed half of it. You wanted to see him, and you wanted to be seen by him. It had become a habit to push his hair back whenever you felt like it, and he’d always thought you never noticed how his heart fluttered over it.

But you always have. You feel it when your hand moves from the back of his head to the peak of his neck, where his drumming pulse resides. You see it in the expansion of his dark pupils while his glimmering gaze fixes on you.

His forehead is exposed, droplets dappling his cheeks from your childish frolic. His breath warms your face as you inch toward his lips. He welcomes your kiss with a knowing tilt of his head, a parted soft mouth, and a light squeeze of his arms around your body.

Yoshida numbs you from the rest of the world by filling all your senses, starting with the small noises of his moving kiss, progressing to the nudge of your back against tile and stone. A gasp enters his mouth after the impact, and he swallows willingly.

His warm lips brush your cheek, sliding down your jaw and lowering to your neck. He opens his lips to the curve that links your shoulder, hard teeth grazing your skin. It’s new, and it’s admittedly scary, but you tilt your head in flowering welcome.

“Is this all right, Hiro?” you ask softly, lacking breath. He leans back, leaving your skin cold to meet your shy gaze.

“If you’re not sure, we can stop.” His words reassure with sweet undertones. You realize from his calm that he’ll accept any direction this goes.

You’re in a pool of heat now. Your breath has strayed from its usual pattern, and you take pleasure in his keen grip. You’re passionately aware that under your skin is a beat attuned to his doing, his intimate intentions. You know it’s under his skin, too. With him infecting your every nerve and vein, you come to a decision.

“I want this,” you whisper, hand gliding over the back of his head. “Do you?”

Yoshida’s gaze glimmers with intent, struck by a wave of certainty. “I want you more than anything.”

You find confidence in confirming. You reach for the lock of your bra and unhook it, paying rapt attention to the growth of his eyes as they set on your naked chest. You toss the piece behind you to the elevated floor.

Flushed but resolute, he reaches forward and cups your breasts, cutting your breath midway. He massages the plush with firm but gentle hands, and a slow current of ecstasy cascades through your clenched body. He leans past your neck to take your nipple between his lips. Your mouth slacks in pleasure, echoing a shocked whine as you tip your head back.

His tongue’s motions jolt and relieve you at once, your chest lifting and falling against his face with urgency. Underwater, your pelvis aligns with his crotch. You press further into each other naturally, two sensitive parts rubbing in heated motions.

Yoshida’s eyes flutter up at you before he pulls back, the taste of your skin lingering on his tongue. He leans toward your ear and whispers, “You drive me insane,”

His fingers slide into your panties, and your back arches when he begins to stroke in the raw. A warmth scatters to your stomach, rising to your chest.

He leans back to heed the pleasured twist of your face. He drinks the pinch of your features, the rapid tumbles of your sounds. Livened, his two fingers ease into you carefully, but the pain of it only helps your cries.

“Should I stop?” his voice carries concern from the strain of your fingers digging into his back. Truthfully, he doesn’t want to. And you know this—you can tell from how his fingers continue to nudge their way in, stretching you further. You don’t want to, either.

“No,” you gasp out, indulging in his motions, “Don’t stop.”

He’s delighted, and it translates to the intensity of his fingers’ thrusts, so long and slender. His lips brush over your ear. “You take it so perfectly,”

As graceful as you are in absorbing the bliss of his advances, you still want more. “I want you, Hiro. I want to feel you.”

He’s been hard, clenching tight. A fever that burns even in water, spreading beneath his flushed skin. He tugs his boxers down, holding his length to your cunt after pushing your panties aside. He takes the need that’s been weighing on his stomach, and he slides himself in with a smooth stroke.

“Fuck,” he moans breathlessly, throbbing against the squeeze. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good.”

You clutch his back desperately, fingers digging into shoulder blades. “Hirofumi,” you shiver, cunt clenching around his girth. He rocks his hips in a steady rhythm that melts you from the inside and renders him weak.

He leans toward you as you wind each other tightly, his head dipping into the bend of your neck, scraping your skin with his teeth. You sense your blood concentrating on the chafed spot under his lips. His pace picks up, and your fist curls in his hair.

He lifts his head to admire you again. Your vision is in motion blur, coming from a light head that hasn’t gotten sleep, but your narrow gaze keeps the sight of him intact. Your fingers skim his parted mouth, brushing over the mole underneath it. Your rushed breaths fog the gap between your faces, but you look past this, leaning in for a sloppy kiss.

You take his taste into your mouth and lose yourself in the seconds, the rough scrub of your skin against the wall, and the mind-melting pure ecstasy. Your lips no longer push with his own, parting entirely to moan. “Ah,”

Your head falls back, reaching for the sight of twinkling stars. Right below, your body jerks with the repeated motions of his hips, and your cunt constricts around his length, urging him.

“Fuck,” he pulses on as you squeeze him, beating furiously amidst rapid movement until you loosen and he reaches his high. With a swift tug, white blends with the water of the pool.

The high subsides with heaving chests and hot faces. He lets your feet meet the floor slowly, running his palms up to your hips afterward. Your arms loosen around his nape but remain entwined, and you lean in to kiss warmly.

“Are you all right?” he asks gingerly, hazy eyes setting on you. He rubs your hips, squeezing with care.

“Yeah,” you breathe out. Tired, sore, but utterly content and comforted. “I’m perfect. What about you?”

“You are perfect,” he grins, barely apart from your face, making your chest bubble. “Geez. You’re too pretty.”

“Stop,” you giggle, hitting his back lightly. “Just answer my question.”

His smile softens, and his answer is earnest. “I feel great, honestly.”

“Yeah?” you ask, drawn by his gleeful demeanor.

“Yeah.” He answers, affection carved into his lingering gaze. “I’m in love.”

You laugh lightheartedly. “So am I. Deeply.”

Satisfaction blossoms in his chest, his smile bending toward a playful smirk. “Way into it?”

You nod, instantly giving yourself away. “Way into it. I think you’re perfect for me, Hiro.”

“Of course I am,” he leans in, bumping his forehead into yours. “No one else can have you but me.”

With a smile seemingly permanent, you kiss his lips. “There’s no one else I need.”

Your head rests on his shoulder as he carries you back to the room with reverent adoration. After a brief and shared shower, you dry yourselves, lie together, and fall asleep.

@tokyometronetwork

#yoshida x reader #csm x reader #yoshida fluff #yoshida smut #csm fluff #csm smut #yoshida x you #csm x you

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