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[nymphaea-blue]

Love and Deepspace boys as dads

Info : 3.1k+ word count whole (around 650 - 900 per part), includes : Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, reader is female, reader and LIs are married, mentions of arguments, possible lore spoilers or slightly inaccurate lore references.

Notes : I did my best to keep the parts even :D They are all so supportive, I love the game because of this so I had to include that in the fic as well <3

Rafayel

﹒　⁺ I see him as a girl dad, he would probably have twins.

﹒　⁺ He loves his little daughters more than anything! They are the light of his day, even when they mess up sometimes. He has no issues taking care of them if you aren't able to because of missions.

﹒　⁺ Rafayel would be very patient. Yes, he has his moments when even he loses a little control, but overall your kids would be well behaved so there rarely were moments when he needed to get angry at them.

﹒　⁺ The playful type. He likes to take them out somewhere fun, perhaps to go swimming or maybe to a nearby amusement park, or even on a small vacation in a different country with you by their side of course.

﹒　⁺ They would be half lemurians! The girls are naturally excellent swimmers and they are very loyal, as well as interested in arts, but they look human and don't have a tail. He loves to sing them lullabies in Lemurian and he would try to teach them a little about Lemuria as well.

﹒　⁺ After they grew up, he was even more invested in their lives. He knew all the drama, everything that was happening in school and you bet if your daughters ever came home crying he would be quick to do something about it. Rafayel would also not mind doing skincare with all of you! He did it even before he knew you (in this lifetime) so now he just got to do it with the entire family.

﹒　⁺ He still makes sure the two of you get plenty of time together and he takes you out on dates, even well after he became your husband. He does his best to split the responsibility 50/50 but with how frequent his exhibitions seem to be, it’s hard, though he is always fully supportive of you and appreciates the effort you make for the family.

“Mommy look, look!” Your daughters called out to you as you were relaxing on a towel nearby. Since you were free from work and Rafayel finished his pieces for the exhibition, it was a perfect day to spend it on the beach, especially because the weather was warm and it was right in front of your home anyways.

As you looked over at where the girls were, you could see a sandcastle being built, with your husband, Rafayel, helping them with it. It was very visible which parts Rafayel worked on and which ones the girls did, but it was endearing since they tried to replicate what he did. 

“Awh, it looks wonderful! Good job, girls!” You cheered them on, they were trying their best and it was all that mattered, they had fun with their dad too, it wasn't surprising since they got a little bit of his artistic spirit from him.

“Heyy, I'm here helping them as well, you know.” Your husband pouted playfully as he got up and walked towards your resting spot.

He kissed your forehead gently after he adjusted your parasol to make sure the sun won't blind you.

“How are you doing, cutie?” He checked in on you, the beach day was also a way for you to take a break and relax, with constant either work or motherhood activities you felt very tired out as of late so Rafayel decided that he would keep the girls busy for a while so you would be able to relax a little. He does his best to help out daily but you understand that he is in fact a world famous painter so his job does keep him busy sometimes. “Much better, thank you Rafayel.” “Don’t thank me, I’m your husband and they are my kids too you know. Just let me know if you ever need a break, okay? I don’t mind ignoring Thomas every once in a while if it means I can spend some more time with my favourite girls.”

Zayne

﹒　⁺ I think he would have both a girl and a boy, with around a 4 year gap between them.

﹒　⁺ Ever since your oldest son was born, he took a lot more rest days from his job. His job was important, yes, but family came first, especially after you got pregnant with a second child. Zayne was very active in their lives and he was there to keep the entire family in check - especially when it came to health.

﹒　⁺ I think he picks up the kids from school almost daily and he is never late. He makes them school lunch while you handle breakfast for the family and later on he gets the kids dressed when you prepare yourself for the day. The responsibility is very even and no one feels left out or overworked.

﹒　⁺ He fully believes in raising kids to be smart, kind and helpful but also responsible. I feel like he would be against giving them a phone or access to the internet before he was sure they would be ready for it and even after they get it, he would remind them to not spend all day on the internet and he would do his best to go out with the kids so they would be able to play around outside.

﹒　⁺ Zayne never gets mad at the kids, he just can’t. Even if something does happen, he handles it with a straight face and a calm voice while he helps them to navigate the difficult situation. The only time he would get slightly annoyed at them would be if they dare to disrespect you - he is a firm believer that since you gave birth to them and took care of them so well, they should respect you, no questions asked.

﹒　⁺ The twins make frequent visits to his office, he just can't say no to them when they come in… He is still very professional and will make them wait in the waiting room if he has a patient but otherwise they are free to hang out with him and he likes to teach them about his job.

﹒　⁺ He is a little sad to see your kids get older. It's amazing that they are becoming more mature and responsible but he also has a hard time keeping up with them after they become teens. 

  “Okay, open up, you need to take this for your fever.” Zayne said, his tone fully professional, his doctor mode still on it seemed. The kids caught a cold and your husband was extremely worried about this, though it was also cute to see him like that.

“Noo, this will taste horrible!” 

“Yeah, it always does!”

The siblings said almost in unison, and your poor lover just sighed in response. It felt like the hundredth time he tried to get them to take their medicine but it always needed lots of fighting for them to do so. Deciding that it was enough of watching Zayne suffer, you entered the room.

“Sweethearts, you need to take this like your daddy says so, you don’t want to be sick all the time, do you?” You tried to persuade them sweetly as you sat down next to them on the bed to bring them some comfort. ��I’m not taking this, it tastes like toothpaste!” “Besides, if I’m sick I can skip school.”

“..What if I give you sweets?” You decided to take a different approach, it was bound to work. Your kids instantly agreed of course, it would help to fix the taste of the medicine and it would be like a little reward to them and hopefully, they would get better soon. Your husband just watched in slight disbelief that the attempt worked.

“Giving them sweets after doing something they should do anyways can teach them bad habits.” “Do you want some too?” “... Yes.”

Xavier

﹒　⁺ I think he would have a little boy, one kid is plenty enough but he also thinks about having a girl in the future as well.

﹒　⁺ He was the one to take care of him after he was born and he let you rest instead. Xavier treasures his sleep a lot but when your little star wakes up, he is the one to get up from the bed and cuddle him to sleep again.

﹒　⁺ I think he would read him bedtime stories as well, though you often find him asleep with the book in his hand. It was adorable, really, because somehow he could fall asleep while taking care of him but who were you to complain, at least you could rest a little.

﹒　⁺ Xavier would prefer to take care of the kid most of the time and let you work or hang out with your friends (just not Charlie perhaps). He is still your partner at work of course and whenever at least one of you isn’t at home, you hire a nanny to care for the little sunshine. But overall, he takes a lot of the responsibility, though he loves every single moment of it because he never thought that he would be able to live long enough to see a little clone of you and him combined sleep so softly in his arms.

﹒　⁺ He is very protective of your kid, just as much as he is about you. Xavier does his best to keep him away from wanderers, he doesn’t even want your child to look at them because the little one will have nightmares later on. Whenever a wanderer attack does happen, he handles it with ease and then checks up on the two of you, he is always so worried as well

﹒　⁺ When it comes to parenting, he would look like a relaxed type, but he is very protective. During childhood he is very fun and relaxed, he lets him play around and explore and has no issue going to the cinema or to a playground with him. Teenage years are a different world though, especially if your kid gets a partner - you bet he will do a background check on them, their parents, their ancestors, whatever, just to make sure they are enough for your son.

﹒　⁺ He handles any upset situations with ease and a mostly calm face, he does his best to talk with your kid and explain the situation before trying to even punish him somehow. Afterwards however, in the comfort of your bedroom, you see that he is disturbed by those conversations often and he might get more clingy and more silent after this. It just pains him whenever your kid does something bad and mostly because later on he has to do something about this. Worry not, however, give him a few kisses and reassuring words and he will be asleep in your arms in no time, almost like a baby.

“... and then the knight saved the princess. The end.” “Read me another one daddy!” You came back from a night out a few minutes ago, but the sight of your husband reading a bedtime story to your son was so cute you couldn’t help but observe from the door. Though soon enough, Xavier noticed you and you swore the room almost got a little lighter after he saw you there all alive and well.

“Welcome back, dinner is ready if you are hungry. I will heat it up for you in a second after I finish here.” He greeted you with a smile after you came closer to them, he leaned in and gave you a sweet kiss on the lips as a welcome gift.

“No need, I can heat it up on my own, do you want some as well?” You asked him, it would be nice to eat with him, spend some quality time together. All you wanted to do was rest in his arms, to be honest.

“Sure, I can eat a little. Heat up a portion for me too please.” You nodded, it was nice that he agreed, at least you would have some company and you would be able to tell him about all that happened on the night with your friends. You were working hard lately and Xavier was actually the one to propose that idea to you. Your gaze soon drifted to the little one in his bed, already all tucked in and looking sleepy. “Hey baby, I missed you.” You gently kissed his forehead and he murmured something in return, it was clear he was close to falling asleep. “I will go to the dining room soon, just have to finish putting this one to bed.” You nodded and headed to the kitchen to head up the food for the two of you. After about ten minutes though, you noticed that he still hadn't come, you even managed to change into your pajamas already but he was nowhere to be seen so you decided to check your son's bedroom again.

Sure enough, you found Xavier, asleep with a book in his hand while he leaned against your son's bed. You smiled and covered him gently with a blanket.

You sure loved this sleepy star of yours.

Sylus

﹒　⁺ He would have twins 100% and more kids too if you are up for it. It would probably be two girls.

﹒　⁺ He is a rich dad. He buys them whatever they want, but he makes sure not to spoil them too much so they will still be respectful towards hard work and money. If they ever need something for their school trip or perhaps their hobby, he will often buy them it. Their birthdays or holidays are very prosperous and full of joy, Sulus gets the best gifts for everyone because there is no better use of his money than to make his own family happy.

﹒　⁺ Sylus does his best to not get kids into his dark business, they don’t need to worry their pretty heads about it. He keeps them a secret, only Luke and Kieran know and oftentimes, he actually orders them to stay at the mansion and keep the kids and you safe in case something happens when he is away on business. 

﹒　⁺ Disrespect isn’t something that he would tolerate, but he handles it well. Sylus is cold during those talks, because he thought the two of you raised them better, but he understands that the kids make mistakes sometimes and he tries to make them realise their mistakes. In the end, he can never be too harsh on them, he tries but he is too much of a softie when it comes to your kids. 

﹒　⁺ You take care of the kids most of the time and pick them up from school. Sylus is a busy man, you knew this even before you got married so it was fine. He however feels guilty that he can’t spend as much time with them as he would like so he tries to make this up to them and you as much as possible. If you ever tell him that you need a break and feel tired then you already know that he suddenly has the next day off and he is up and with the kids the entire time while you get sent to a spa or on vacation somewhere.

﹒　⁺ He would try to help them with homework after they enter school, but he is always so confused about this. Don’t get him started on arts and music, he doesn’t understand this at all and he doesn’t know how one even teaches such a subject when it comes to the talent and abilities of the individuals, which not all have (like him).

﹒　⁺ I think the kids would somehow get some of his dragonic traits. They love to hoard things like toys or your jewelry in their room, they get so annoyed when you give one sibling more attention than the other and of course, they even look a lot more like Sylus rather than you. The cocky bastard has strong genes. Of course they can’t have a tail, horns or wings, but the twins dressed up as dragons once for halloween and Sylus was ready to cry on the spot.

   Currently you were at the table, drawing with the twins as an afterschool activity. The entire day was a bit hectic, you had a hard mission at work, then you had to rush to pick the kids up, the girls got into a little bit of trouble at school so you had to listen to the teacher scold them which sucked and now they were very energetic after school while you were absolutely drained. You did your best to appear happy, it wasn’t all their fault that the day sucked so much for you and you didn’t want to take it out on them. “I’m home, girls.” Sylus said as he finally, finally came back. He left yesterday morning and didn’t come back until now. You missed him and were worried despite knowing he would be able to handle himself. The girls ran up to him for hugs immediately.

“Daddy! Where were you? We missed you!” The girls said and then they eagerly began to talk to him about what he missed. Such energetic kids they were.

You just watched, resting your elbows on the table, you had a moment of rest it seemed.

Sylus, who noticed that you didn’t go up to greet him, hurried the girls to their room for a moment before he approached you. “Hey there, kitten. Missed me?” He asked as he gave you a kiss and a slight side hug as he noticed how tired you looked. “I did, you sure took your sweet time to come back.” You responded, with a little more bite than you wanted. But Sylus didn’t get mad, rather he seemed worried.

  “How are you holding up? Did the girls give you trouble?” “A little. I’m just… tired, it was a rough day.” You sighed, you didn’t try to hide that you were exhausted, it was visible and you knew he would do his best to help so there was no point.

“I see… how about I take them somewhere fun now, get them to use up all their energy so they will go to sleep nicely and then later on, we can spend some time together, hm? You just rest right now, catch up on some sleep and selfcare.” He proposed while he rubbed your shoulder. He knew taking care of kids could be exhausting sometimes so he would be more than happy to let you rest now and then treat you someplace nice later on. 

“That sounds nice, thank you Sylus..” “Don’t thank me, just go rest, I will take care of our little angels."

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “THE LOVE ART CREATES”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!seunghyun x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: fluff! sweet! cute! and everything you need

୨ৎ summary: you’re an artist who has always loved art and how it makes the soul feel. seunghyun? the same way of course but you’re much more on the.. well, shyer side and it gets in the way of things when he’s always asking to see the art you’ve created. number one rule? never be shy around the art genius himself.

୨ৎ from myeong: hello hello!! so excited to take this request since it’s so adorable and sweet! thank you for requesting it and I hope you can enjoy it!! x

— ᧔•᧓ being able to sit in a room for hours upon hours wasn’t for everyone but you? it was most definitely for you. the art that you created whether it was a simple painting or drawing was so special to you and it’s been that way since you were a very small girl. having a gift is something a lot of people wish for and your gift was creating such beautiful art pieces to share with the world but.. in your case it wasn’t that at all. sharing your art wasn’t something you were familiar with. being an extremely shy girl wasn’t always ideal but it always happened that way for you and you didn’t push it.

— ᧔•᧓ seunghyun was the most supportive boyfriend you could ever ask for. he was gentle, sweet, kind, and never pushed you to show him the art you’ve created even if he so badly wanted to see it. he wanted you to be ready but that doesn’t mean he won’t try to steal a few glances here and there at what you’re doing. to him he thinks of it as cute and can’t get over it.

— ᧔•᧓ “can I just see a little bit of it? you don’t have to show me anything you’ve finished but maybe a little something that you’re working on?” he would ask while you stood there biting your lip trying to decide if you wanted to show him something not finished or not. it made you feel bad especially when he was so sweet about it all so when you slowly nodded your head he felt like he was on the moon! (literally!) his eyes grew big and he did everything he could to not embarrass himself from being so overly excited. too excited.

— ᧔•᧓ showing him the first piece you finished a few weeks ago was a bit difficult for you because of the low self esteem you felt while finishing it. was it your best? not at all but seunghyun thought the opposite. his long fingers sliding down the painting in a slow manner allowing himself to enjoy the art you created.

— ᧔•᧓ “this is breathtaking.. why didn’t you show me this sooner? I know you’re shy and all baby but, look at this! it’s beautiful. the colors you’ve chosen go so well together.” seunghyun wouldn’t be able to put the painting down. he woukd continuously praise it and make sure you know that it was such a good piece.

— ᧔•᧓ he would finally put it down to pull you into a tight hug wanting you to feel the warmth and love from him that you adored so much. “please continue showing me your art, hm? you do so well. I can’t believe you won’t try to sell it! I just know that you could become a little star.” his words always helped you through the darkest thoughts and feelings. “you’re my little star how’s that sound? my sweet little star.”

— ᧔•᧓ from then on you continued showing him the pieces you created but the shyness didn’t disappear unfortunately. each time it would take a bit of time to show him but he would wait patiently like the amazing boyfriend that he was. deep down seunghyun loved it when you got so shy to show him the piece. he would reach his hand up to grab the back of your head and pull you into his chest so you could hide from him.

— ᧔•᧓ “you keep acting this way and I’ll have to attack you with so many kisses. I know you’ll like that but I won’t be able to stop myself.” you’d giggle in his chest while he continued looking at the piece praising it and taking pictures of it so he could show anyone that asked about you and what you did for fun/a living.

[nights-at-crystarium]

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[osamucide]

⊹ THE FIRST TASTE

LET IT BEGIN, HEAVEN CANNOT WAIT FOREVER . . . ft. Osamu Dazai

wc: ~3.6k

cw: NSFW CONTENT—MDNI (I BLOCK AGELESS+BLANK BLOGS), ada+masc!reader, reader has a tongue piercing, pet names (pretty boy and cutie for u), romantic and sexual tension, established flirtationship->new relationship?, a lil alcohol, making out, oral fixation/finger sucking, oral sex (Dazai receiving), cum eating (Dazai lol), patheticzai makes a spectacle of your shyness even though he can't just ask for what he wants good thing u have telepathy with him /j

reid: trade w my sweet friend @rossithepixie / @selfindulgentpixies who masterminded some beautiful osareid art for me <3 (if u havent seen it yet dw i will be reblogging it a million more times but also check out rossi's work neow cause he's super talented). thank you for trusting me with this rossi—it was such a blast to do a little lovesick dazai desperately chasing ur cute lil self into a corner (i listened to fiona apple's song with the same title a lot while i wrote this—is it obvious? lol). i hope u enjoy so much <3

It’s a cute little habit of yours. Unconscious, he knows, but that makes it no less cute. No less dangerous. 

Everyone notices you do it—Atsushi pointed out the jewelry poking from your mouth with awe when he first caught you fidgeting with it (“People can have piercings there? That’s so cool”)—but Osamu highly doubts anyone finds it nearly as charming, as endearing as he himself does. After all, he’s the one consistently wheeling over next to you on his chair to fold his arms under his chin on your desk and admire you unashamedly while you tie a loose end around a sentence in whatever report you’re writing before even thinking about turning your attention to him. 

So diligent. 

That’s another cute thing about you. You've been a star worker, really, since you started. In the months since you got hired, your reports have been nothing but thorough and on time; even your first steps into fieldwork as a detective have been spotless, practiced, as if you already know this work like the back of your hand. You’re personable yet serious, easygoing and dedicated all at the same time, continually proving your worth as a voice of reason and contribution around the meeting table as well as a supportive, kind, all-around more than pleasant coworker on and off of crime scenes. Not to mention, your ability’s nothing to scoff at.

You’re a true asset to the Armed Detective Agency. 

Which is why Kunikida’s glaring Osamu down again, threatening him silently with an HR department that unfortunately doesn’t exist—because, yes, you are for all intents and purposes perfect for this workplace and the blond man will simply not have you driven off by his partner’s insufferable tendencies. 

Even Kunikida’s wrath, however, is scarcely known to deter Osamu Dazai, and that is why, when he notices you doing it again—toying with the metal bar through your tongue in an absentminded display of your oh-so-coveted concentration on and application to your task, he scoots himself right over, rowing on his heels, brushing admonishing stares like he might dust off his shoulder and settling next to you, chin in his palm, feet knocking into yours beneath your desk. 

As expected, you don’t turn to him immediately. All the better. Gives him a few seconds more to admire you, your parted lips, the glint of the metal and your pretty teeth against the natural light streaming into the office on this lovely day, made all the lovelier by the vision of your adorable expression.

But when you do, it’s melt-worthy. 

“Hi, Osamu,” you mumble, turning your eyes to him and tucking your tongue back in to offer him that sweet but aware, workplace-appropriate smile that makes him grin even further. You’d have to be naive not to know he wants to strip you of that professionalism, but you make sure to give him time of day in only the most graceful way when you’re both at the office; for as charming as he is, and for as much as you must shyly admit you find him endearing just the same, you don’t turn a blind eye to his cunning nature. 

And like so many things, it’s a bit of a game that he enjoys—seeing what he can do to crack that competence of yours. 

But today he’s restless, so he punches low from the jump. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” he purrs, gaze searing into you. Signature. 

And just like he hopes, your brow raises and you look away, pursing your lips to mask your reaction to his antics. He usually toys with you a little longer before he brandishes the pet name he knows all too well gets your cheeks glowing pink in an instant—and that’s exactly what they do. Your coyness can’t hide that. 

“Eager today, are we?” you fill the silence with the lighthearted accusation, busying yourself on your keyboard so as to fight off the squirming you’re sensing will be futile to escape this afternoon.

“Yup.” When he pops the p, he nudges your ankle with his own. 

But in your busying, the tip of your tongue flicks out again, and Osamu’s seemingly-aimless display of fluster-inducing attention surges toward its goal, which he’s been contemplating for a few days now, actually: getting you out of this stuffy office (or the all-too public nearby bar you’ve started frequenting with him after hours, strictly as friends it seems—if friends tangle their fingers together after a few cocktails and then don’t make mention of it the next day, anyway) and into his dorm, which he actually tidied up because he calculated with most near-certainty there couldn’t possibly exist a world in which you’d turn down such an invitation. So he hopes, anyway. For as player as he acts, the way you make him feel sows seeds of doubt in him and his usual methods of seduction. You know full well how sincerely captivated he is by you… right? You must. You have to. 

“You know,” he continues, “I was wondering…” 

Mincing his words is never part of his plans. Unless, of course, it’ll draw a desired outcome closer than being direct will. But now, Osamu finds himself almost hesitating, with no prior inclination to do so; he’s wondering, not thinking, like he seems to do so much when you’re near him, and he doesn't know if you fully realize it, but you might have more control over… whatever this is between you than he does.

You tilt your head, still turned to your screen, as if it begins to occur to you. 

“...Drinks at my place?” he spits out—pointedly dropping the “double suicide?” intonation so it’s clear he’s serious—before he can give any more indication that he’s slipping.

When you look to him again, Osamu’s filled the space of his doubt with that low-lidded grin once more.

“Tonight?” 

“Tonight? Oh—” You clear your throat in a way that sounds oddly affirmative, as if you’re trying to keep it from bubbling out too soon. You’re so assured in everything else you do around here, so Osamu, ever the contrarian, regains his balance on the premise of your shyness. When you go to confirm, you’ve all but lost your teasing lilt. The flush on your face doesn’t miss him. “Yeah, that’d be nice, Osamu.” 

Nice. If he didn’t have an image to upkeep, he’d leap up and fistpump the air like a cartoon character. Perhaps, if he were more in tune with his hand-to-god emotions, he’d crumble to the floor in a ball wondering what the hell he’s getting himself into.

He doesn’t do this. He doesn’t clean his dorm, much less invite romantic prospects over to it. You’re new territory in the way he feels freshly determined not to mess up, so he keeps himself composed behind that smile. “When are you out of here?” 

“I can be out of here whenever you’re out of here,” you mumble, your lips pressed into a smirk you won’t let unfurl fully. He wishes you would. He’ll get you to. If he had it his way, he’d whisk you out of here now, clock be damned, and pop open that red dessert wine he picked up specifically for the event in which you would land on his uncomfortable little couch with your tongue lingering in, hopefully, closer proximity to his own. He’s seen you tipsy; you don’t suppress that air of sheepish enthrallment so much when you are, and he’s impatient for it. He needs more of you.

But it’s three in the afternoon, and Kunikida’s abruptly dragging Osamu by the collar of his shirt like a puppy on a leash to roll him back over to his own damn desk, muttering something about how if he had any decency he’d leave you the hell alone and if he wasn’t going to contribute anything of worth to the Agency’s productivity yield, the least he could do was not disturb those who are. 

This makes you chuckle fully as you shake your head. Osamu eats it up—and he doesn’t hide it, eyeing you with something most akin to yearning in his gaze. You have such an effortless knack for putting hearts in his eyes in a way he’s not used to. 

The rest of his shift dawdles by; as a way to pass the time, Osamu volunteers himself to run out and pick up the Thai takeout for those who will be clocking out later than he hopes he will. Kunikida so graciously (read: reluctantly and irritatedly) let him order on his card, so he claimed it as repayment; really, he needed to get out of his desk chair. 

He feels insane watching you play with that piercing of yours, his stack of unfinished reports (or, pre-construction paper planes) serving as no distraction. 

He delivers your spring rolls to you with a wink. He eats his pad thai and fools around on his desktop. He watches the sun streak down the window.

He actually considers getting some work done. It’s nearly torture.

He gets up to leave the second the clock strikes eight. If he was bad at focusing on work before, you’ve ruined him. 

The implication’s all too clear when you’re stepping into the evening air behind him. You don’t mind—it’s evident in your reserved but knowing smile, the one he so terribly wants to unravel. 

His place is threadbare, but cozy. You curl yourself up on one of the two couch cushions while Osamu sets two empty glasses and a bottle on the low table before you—he’s eager, too, for the wine; he’s aching to dispel both your timidity and his anxiety that it feeds. Maybe it’s just that he can’t seem to handle himself positively spiraling over you while you remain enchantingly reticent, quiet in the desire he knows flows between you both. Usually, he’s the one with all the self-control. Tonight he’s counting on you missing the tremble in his fingers as he pours. 

“Kunikida’s such a hardass, isn’t he?” he muses while he tucks a glass into your hand and draws himself up onto the couch, facing you, leaving a respectful but still considerably involved distance between you. Your knee almost touches his. “Berating me for something as little as asking such a cutie to come over for drinks. It’d be more criminal not to, I think.” 

You chuckle at his dramatics, taking a sip. It’s sweet, red. You remind him, “We are coworkers, Osamu.” 

He cocks his head, drinking deeper than you do, with a thoughtful look on his gorgeous face. He hums and reminds you, “We’re not just coworkers.” 

Your chuckle becomes a giggle—one less dubious than the short, amused headshakes you save for the office—and with your next question, he knows he’s pulling you in. You’ve been dancing around each other long enough; he’s warm, trying not to overflow when you speak—you finally sound ready to acknowledge what’s been turning him into a mess for you when you hum and press skittishly. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging. 

“What else are we then, hm?” 

Your bashfulness reads so seamlessly as effortless wooing—he wonders if you’re so purely humble, or actually a mastermind of coquetry. The way you keep yourself veiled, thinly enough to keep him pining for more of you but staunchly too so that he constantly doubts whether the cat or the mouse has the upper hand, turns him to mush—absolute pathetic mush—and he answers a question with a question. You’ve got him going against all sorts of personal philosophy. 

“What else do you wanna be?” 

The answer gets lost between shifting hands, closing space, conversation and jokes that relax further and further as you both stabilize into one another over the following hour or so. A couple more glasses of wine are poured, drank, tasted—at some point in the blackening night you end up astride his lap in the dim lamplight with your glass in triumphant hand, tucking his hair behind his ear while he cups your face, simpers out another remark that makes you blush and wave him away; Osamu looks at you with something you can only construe through your buzz as pure want. Coming down from laughter that screws your eyes shut—he’s never short on humor, which is one of the things you think you love—love? about him, you say it aloud, tell him you do in fact love that about him and if he was all pure want a moment before, now he’s pure shock. 

But he plays it off in his way; you watch the intricate way he takes no more than a half-second to collect himself, just tipsy enough to get snagged on the words love that about you that the half-second seems a feature-length film to you—one you would watch over, over, over again. 

Osamu slides four fingers on one side of your jaw, thumb on the other—holding your chin gently but firmly in place so he can bore like fire into you.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, half sincere, half flirtatious. Your gaze scatters momentarily beneath his; you take a second, copy his recovery.  

You hesitate before you say, “I think I have some idea,” fully sincere, fully flirtatious. When you pinch your bottom lip between your teeth—not an unconscious habit but an intentional move in this game—he thinks this is what middle school boys must feel like the first time they get close to their crush. It sickens him so sweetly, like he’s swallowed a lump of sugar. He wants more. 

Your breath coils around his between your noses, between your mouths. The wine in your glass sloshes and settles.  

“Can I tell you what drives me crazy?” he breathes. 

You nod like you’ve been waiting lifetimes to know. 

He answers not with words but a touch to your lip—a stroke back and forth that leaves you parting for him. He leaves feather-light fingerprints on the sharp of your front teeth, pushing, slowly, forward until the hot muscle in your mouth cradles his thumb and he’s touching that devil-sent piercing of yours, the ball all at once cool and warm as it twirls to evade him.

“This,” he whispers, chasing the metal back and forth. “This drives me crazy.” 

You don’t respond with anything but suction, a soft bob of your head like you understand, and a hmm.

Osamu thinks he might implode beneath you. 

His attention has hardly ever felt so streamlined as when you search his face, circle his thumb, wet it for him to retract and drag down your chin while you draw your brow together like you miss it—his eyes are all yours, wide and waiting and holding the answers to all the questions drifting around, surrounding both of you. 

The kiss is searing as he pulls you into him—or, hardly has to, rather, as your eyes flutter shut and you lean to meet him, five of your fingers matching his grip but on his shoulder while you suffocate that mingled breath so it becomes mingled spit, mingled tongues. He worms himself past your lips, into you—he almost moans when the tip of his own tongue brushes across the jewelry sitting on the pad of your tongue like a pearl in an oyster. He’s finally cracking you open. It makes him smile wickedly into you. 

Your arms locking around his neck leave him rolling into you hotly, asking for you with anything but words which escape him again now—so uncharacteristic, but he’s lucky you’re both too entangled to notice, for words aren’t necessary right now; he’s ushering your wine glass out of your hand, setting his, too, onto the table so you can wind your fingers in his hair and tug, prompting the sweetest gasps that you echo back into him while he guides your hips across him. The fervor either of you holds is indistinguishable from the other; you grind, he grips you, the harder he grips you the harder you grind and vice versa until he’s biting down the column of your neck toward absolution. 

He mutters your name through an umph; you pick his lips back up the second he goes for air, and he goes for your tongue. When you pull back to observe him, mirroring you in kiss-puffiness and staccato breath, he’s wild between your eyes and your lips. 

“That’s all for you,” he tells you when he grabs your wrist and guides you to palm his cock before you hit him with another question for the ages—one that will not receive a verbal answer but a noise from his throat he swears he’s never heard himself make before.

“Wanna feel it?” 

God, has he ever wanted anything more in his life? The erection he’s built up just from kissing you, moving you against him, is all the evidence either of you need. 

Regardless, Osamu’s nodding fervently, chocolate locks swaying. 

So, you take your turn kissing down him until you’re pooled at his feet, between his knees, with devoted fingers undoing the button on his pants; the task at hand, so sweetly and circularly, has your tongue poking out in concentration as you work his waistband down. Osamu twitches at the sight—he doesn’t mean to mutter you’re so fucking adorable but he does, he does. It’s your turn to grin wickedly as you take his cock out, your turn to tease with your thumb on his drooling tip, your turn to explore with your mouth. 

You’ve had the reins all this time, really—from the first day you sat at your desk, making that attentive face. He must be the luckiest sucker in the world to have ended up here, with your shining eyes watching him fall apart as your honeyed lips guide him toward sweet devastation. 

The first stripe you lick up his underside sends Osamu’s head flying back, jaw falling slack on the end of a breathy “fuck!”

And he feels every stride of your tongue piercing when you wrap your lips around his tip and swirl. 

The sounds you draw from Osamu’s open mouth are like song; diligent in this task as you are every other one, it’s hardly a minute before he’s tangling his fingers in your hair, crooning your name between broken praises that come naturally as you hold him, lick him, look up at him with eyes that he thinks could turn him to stone—if only you had been evil, that is, but realistically, you can’t be anything other than an angel. 

“Pretty boy, you—” 

At that name, you groan. Take him further. 

And through how good it feels, he laughs. 

“Oh, you like that? Huh?” He could pull you off him if he wanted a response, but you’re too heavenly to interrupt—anyway, he already knows how you feel about pretty boy. 

You hum around him—another sensation that sends him reeling with oh, god on his lips. 

“That’s it… Feels s’good on me. Unh—yeah, like that…” 

Indirectivity and grandeur has always been something Osamu considers himself a professional in—everything you do throws him for a loop and the way you bob up and down does him no favors. He whines in the way he does when he’s already going to finish all too quickly, but the fact that it’s you bringing him to his end—his cute coworker he’s been pining after since your first day on the job, the one that’s inspired such foreign feelings of wonder in his long-gone-cold heart—has him unreservedly bucking his hips into your mouth as you rake your nails down his thighs, ardent in this undertaking, bobbing frantically like all you’ve ever wanted was to have him noisy and messy underneath you like this. 

“‘m gonna—oh, fuck!” 

But he doesn’t have to tell you; you feel him, spasming on your tongue against the otherworldly friction your jewelry provides—his true downfall, that thing, and the image of you formed around it—you pursue his climax like a predator pursuing prey, pulling away to give him that false sense of security as you rise to your feet, pounce back over him and kiss him so intensely while you handle him, jerk him to orgasm between your bodies; Osamu’s hoarse, aching as he humps the hole you make with your fist and chants yes, yes, yes, please! into your mouth, tasting metal, never wanting it to leave.

He settles into soft panting as you draw your fingers up; he’s beginning to speak— “You’re so—” but you’re cutting him off so he can suck your fingers, taste himself and the way you’ve shattered him so beautifully. And he does, he laps like a man possessed, obsessed with the flavor of himself if only it’s leaving your skin, before you let him continue. “You’re incredible. You and that piercing.” 

You huff out a laugh, but it’s true. He’s convinced you’re a dream in every sense of the word—how did he get so lucky, no—how did the earth get so lucky to have you dropped upon it, right here in Yokohama, doing such scandalous things with that godly mouth of yours? 

“I try,” you quip with a half-shrug, smiling softly, kissing him just so. 

“Do you, now?” Osamu Dazai, who so often loses those good things before he can really grasp them, takes note of another new sensation—unwavering resolve, in the amorous sense—and concludes that if he can help it, this dream will not slip away so quickly. He can’t possibly send you back up to heaven.

He grabs your hips, pulls you onto him. 

Everything you are—all hard working, handsome face, sweet disposition, and tongue ring—he’s wanted it for so long; it would be nonsensical, a tragedy, to let the same evening air you stumbled in on steal you away again.

This is a dilemma he doesn’t have a solution to; not immediately. 

But he speaks anyway, smirking and toying with the button on your pants, overwhelming your frame to put your back to the cushions—turn you into a mess for him.

“Your turn, pretty boy.” 

[sylusonychinus]

Day 3 - Pirouette

Pairings: LADS MEN x Ballerina reader

summary: What if you reader loves ballet

ZAYNE

Ready and willing to support your demanding rehearsal schedule, but also low-key concerned about the physical toll it takes on your body. He'll offer massages and gentle stretches after particularly grueling sessions, always careful not to overstep.

Will attend every single performance, front row center if possible, his gaze fixed on you the entire time. He may not understand all the technicalities, but he appreciates the artistry and dedication you pour into every movement.

Would absolutely let you practice your routines in your shared living room, even if it means rearranging the furniture and him occasionally getting whacked with an errant limb. He considers it a privilege to witness your art up close.

Even though he's surrounded by the world of dance through you, he remains grounded in his own world of science. It's a beautiful contrast, and he secretly enjoys the way your two worlds intertwine.

Brings you post-performance treats, like your favorite pastries or a relaxing bath bomb, knowing how much you need to unwind after a show.

Cooks you healthy meals to fuel your demanding lifestyle, always mindful of your dietary needs as a dancer. He's learned a surprising amount about nutrition thanks to you.

Depending on how important the performance is, he might even take time off from work to help you prepare, running errands, calming your nerves, and just being a supportive presence.

For my girlies who get pre-performance jitters, he'll offer quiet encouragement, reminding you of your talent and hard work. He'll be your rock, a steady presence amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

If he can't be there in person, he'll send you good luck texts and call you as soon as the curtain falls, eager to hear all about it.

Leaves little notes for you backstage, filled with words of love and encouragement. He's your biggest fan, always.

You: "Zayne, I feel like I'm asking so much from you lately. All this running around while I'm stuck in the studio..." Zayne: "You never have to ask, you know that. Besides, taking care of you? That’s my favorite job." (he smiles warmly) You: "Even when you get knocked around by my pirouettes?" Zayne: "Absolutely. Besides, it's kind of like a badge of honor at this point." (grins) "I might not be able to do ballet, but I’m definitely getting good at dodging your spins."* You: "You’re unbelievable, you know that?" (laughs) Zayne: "Hey, I do what I gotta do. Now, how about that bath bomb I picked up for you? You’ve earned a little pampering." You: "You’re always looking out for me. I really don’t know what I’d do without you." Zayne: "Good thing you’ll never have to find out." (he winks, brushing a lock of hair out of your face) "Now go unwind, I’ll take care of everything else." You: "And here I thought I was the one who was supposed to take care of you." Zayne: "That’s just a bonus. But hey, if you’re offering…" (teases) "How about a massage for me later?"

XAVIER

Ready and willing to be your personal hype man, celebrating every small victory in your dance journey with the loudest cheers and most enthusiastic applause at your performances.

Will try (and sometimes fail hilariously) to learn ballet moves to impress you, offering clumsy attempts at pirouettes and lots of laughter.

Would clear the entire apartment for you to practice, squeezing into the tiniest floor space, considering it an honor to witness your artistry in motion.

Even though he's not a dancer, he's genuinely fascinated by your world, asking about different dance styles, ballet history, and the meaning behind the movements.

Brings you bouquets of your favorite flowers after every performance, followed by a celebratory dinner at your favorite restaurant to celebrate every milestone.

Cooks elaborate meals, often trying out new recipes he thinks you'll enjoy, showing his affection through food.

Depending on the performance's importance, he might organize a post-show party with friends and family to celebrate your success with everyone you love.

For those with pre-performance jitters, he distracts you with silly jokes and playful banter to ease your nerves, being your source of laughter and lightheartedness.

If he can't be there in person, he'll send a flurry of good luck memes and videos, calling you immediately after the show ends, buzzing with excitement.

Leaves little gifts for you backstage, like new pointe shoes or personalized charms for your dance bag, paying attention to the little things that matter to you.

Xavier: "You did amazing tonight, seriously. I mean, I don't know much about ballet, but even I could tell that was a performance for the books." You: "Thanks, Xavier. That means a lot, especially coming from you." Xavier: "Of course. You’re like… next level. And hey, don’t think I forgot—I got you a little something." He reaches into his bag and pulls out a new charm for your dance bag. Xavier: "I was thinking it might bring you some extra luck for next time." You: "You’re unbelievable." (laughs) "But I love it, thank you." Xavier: "Anything for my favorite dancer. Now, how about I cook us something fancy to celebrate, yeah?" You: "I think I could get used to this level of spoiling." Xavier: "Spoiling? Nah, I’m just keeping up with how incredible you are." (grins) "Now, let’s see if I can finally not burn dinner tonight."*

RAFAYEL

Sure! Here’s that with a little dialogue at the end for Rafayel from Love and Deepspace:

Ready and willing to be your confidant and emotional support, understanding the pressures and anxieties that come with being a ballerina. He offers a calm and steady presence in your often-hectic world.

Will attend your performances with a quiet appreciation, his focus solely on you and the emotions you convey through your dance. He sees the story you tell with your body and connects with it deeply.

Would create a dedicated practice space for you in your home, complete with mirrors and a barre, understanding the importance of having a place where you can refine your craft. He respects your dedication and wants to support it in any way he can.

Even though he may not fully understand the technicalities of ballet, he appreciates the artistry and discipline it requires. He sees the beauty in your strength and grace, both on and off the stage.

Brings you thoughtful gifts after performances, like a rare book of poetry or a piece of art that reflects the themes of your dance. He appreciates your artistic soul and wants to nurture it.

Cooks you comforting meals, focusing on nourishing your body and soul. He understands the importance of self-care and wants to make sure you're taking care of yourself.

Depending on the significance of the performance, he might offer to help you with the logistics, from costume alterations to travel arrangements. He's always there to lighten your load and make things easier for you.

For my girlies who struggle with self-doubt, he'll remind you of your incredible talent and the power of your art. He sees your potential and believes in you even when you don't believe in yourself.

If he can't be there in person, he'll send you a heartfelt message expressing his love and admiration, and will wait patiently to hear from you after the show.

Leaves you little notes filled with poetry or quotes that inspire him, hoping to inspire you as well. He sees the artist within you and cherishes it.

You: "I always feel like I’m carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders before a show. But when you’re around, everything just feels... calmer." Rafayel: "You don’t have to carry it alone. I’m here to help ease the burden, even if it’s just by being a steady presence." (gently brushes your hair behind your ear) "You are far more than the pressure you feel. Your art is a reflection of your soul, and I see that, always." You: "But what if I fail? What if I mess up?" Rafayel: "Failure is just another step in the dance, my love. Your worth isn't defined by perfection." (smiles softly) "I see your strength and grace, even in the moments when you think you’re faltering." You: "You always know what to say to calm my nerves." Rafayel: "It’s easy when I see the beauty in you, in everything you do." (places a hand gently on yours) "Remember, I’m always here—whether in the audience or just a message away." You: "I can’t thank you enough for everything, Rafayel." Rafayel: "You don’t need to thank me." (his voice warm) "I’m simply grateful to witness your art, your journey." You: "I think I might just need a little inspiration before the show tonight. Got any poetry for me?" Rafayel: "Of course." (he smiles, pulling out a small notebook and gently hands it to you) "Here’s a verse that always makes me think of you..." He reads aloud softly, his words carrying a quiet power that settles over you like a calming wave. Rafayel: "‘With every step, the world awakens to your light, and even in the shadows, your grace shines brighter than the stars.’" You: "I’ll carry that with me tonight." Rafayel: "I know you will. And remember—no matter what happens, you are a masterpiece in motion." (he leans in, kissing your forehead gently)

SYLUS

Ready and willing to be your biggest (and most brutally honest) critic. He'll push you to be your absolute best, not out of malice, but because he sees the immense potential within you. Expect constructive criticism, even when you'd rather just hear praise.

Will attend your performances with a discerning eye, noticing every nuance of your technique and artistry. He might offer feedback afterward, which might sound harsh but is always intended to help you grow.

Would dedicate a space for you to practice, but also offer to be your practice partner, even if his own dance skills are… let’s just say “developing.” He believes in learning together and pushing each other’s boundaries.

Even though he's not a ballerina himself, he respects the dedication and discipline your art requires. He admires your strength and resilience, and he'll never let you slack off.

Brings you practical gifts after performances, like a new set of resistance bands or a gift certificate to a massage therapist. He understands the physical demands of your profession and wants to support your recovery.

Cooks you healthy, protein-packed meals, focusing on fuel and recovery. He’s all about optimizing your performance, and that includes your diet.

Depending on the importance of the performance, he might help you analyze your routines, pointing out areas where you can improve. He’s all about maximizing your potential.

For my girlies who are perfectionists, he’ll remind you that progress, not perfection, is the goal. He’ll challenge you to step outside your comfort zone and embrace the learning process.

If he can't be there in person, he'll send you a detailed text message with notes on your previous performance and suggestions for improvement. He’s always thinking about how you can get better.

Leaves you little challenges or exercises backstage, designed to push you further and hone your skills. He’s your coach, your confidant, and your (sometimes annoyingly) honest friend.

Scene: You’ve just finished a particularly demanding performance. You're backstage, trying to catch your breath and calm your racing thoughts. Sylus walks in, his face unreadable, but his gaze sharp as always.

You: "So, how was it? Be honest, I can handle it." (You try to sound casual, but you're anxious, knowing that Sylus doesn't hold back. You're hoping for some reassurance, but also bracing yourself for whatever comes.)

Sylus (leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he analyzes the performance): "Well, you definitely gave it your all. But your execution in the pirouettes? Needs work. You're overthinking it, and it's throwing off your timing."

You (nodding, feeling the sting but also knowing it’s coming from a place of care): "Yeah, I thought I lost my balance on that second turn. It's so hard to get it right every time."

Sylus (eyes narrowing, his tone still sharp but not unkind): "You’re not here to get it right every time, you’re here to get better every time. Perfection’s an illusion. But you need to trust yourself more in those moments. The next time you get to that part, don’t think. Just do."

You (trying to take in the feedback, despite the harshness, you're grateful for his honesty): "I know, I just… I want to be perfect, you know?"

Sylus (walking over to you, his demeanor softening ever so slightly): "Nobody's perfect. Not even me. But I do know you're capable of more. I’ve seen it. So if you’re not doing your best, it’s because you’re holding yourself back."

You (feeling a little frustrated, but also motivated by his words): "I don’t know… I guess I’m just scared of messing up again."

Sylus (smirking slightly, leaning in a little closer as if to emphasize his point): "That’s good. Fear is what pushes us. But you can’t let it control you. You’ve got the skill. Now you need to trust it."

You (sighing, still feeling a bit overwhelmed but grateful for his unwavering confidence in you): "I’ll try. But you really need to be nicer to me sometimes, you know?"

Sylus (grinning, his eyes twinkling with amusement): "I’ll be as nice as I can. But remember—if I’m not pushing you, I don’t think you’re working hard enough."

You (laughing lightly, feeling a little more at ease now that the tension has broken): "Fair enough. I’ll keep pushing."

Sylus (giving you a small, approving nod): "Good. And next time, no more second-guessing. We’ll work through it together." (He hands you a bottle of water with a small, almost teasing grin) "Now hydrate. I’ll be expecting better next time."

This headcanon and dialogue capture Sylus' tough-love approach to your development, as well as his genuine care and unwavering belief in your potential. Even though his honesty can be harsh, he’s always motivating you to rise above and keep striving for improvement.

CALEB

Ready and willing to be your personal cheerleader, Caleb is always your number one fan, and he shows up with an infectious enthusiasm that lights up any room. He’s not afraid to be over the top when celebrating your successes, big or small. He’s especially fond of calling you “Pipsqueak” in the most playful, endearing way, even when you're feeling like you could conquer the world.

Will attend every single performance, his eyes glued to you the entire time. He doesn’t just watch—you can feel his support radiating from the crowd, even when you’re up on stage. He might not always understand all the technical details of ballet, but he’s incredibly in tune with the emotion and heart you pour into every movement.

Would create a comfortable and supportive environment for you to practice, even if it means clearing out the living room, rearranging furniture, or getting hit by a stray pirouette or two. For Caleb, it’s all about your comfort and ensuring you have space to grow.

Despite not being a dancer himself, he adores your art and sees the beauty in the dedication and discipline it takes. He’s often asking questions about ballet—curious about the history, techniques, and why certain moves mean so much to you.

Brings you thoughtful and meaningful gifts after performances. Whether it’s your favorite flowers or a custom-made bracelet with an engraving that symbolizes something in your journey, he’s always thinking of ways to remind you how special and loved you are.

Cooks you comforting, soul-soothing meals, often crafting new dishes to help you recover after a performance. He knows how hard you push your body, and he wants to make sure you're well-fed and relaxed.

Might throw a small celebration or gathering with friends and family after your biggest performances. He believes in celebrating every milestone and loves surrounding you with people who appreciate your talent.

For the moments when you’re dealing with pre-performance nerves, Caleb is your rock. He’ll distract you with lighthearted banter, random jokes, and even a funny dance move or two to calm you down before the show.

If he can’t be there in person, Caleb will text you endless streams of good luck messages and memes to hype you up. Once the performance is over, expect him to be the first one calling you to ask how it went, buzzing with excitement.

Leaves little surprise notes or tokens of encouragement for you backstage, whether it’s a motivational quote or something silly that will make you smile. He always finds a way to remind you that you’re amazing.

Caleb: "You were absolutely incredible out there, Pipsqueak! Seriously, I can’t even believe what I just saw!" (He hands you the bouquet, his eyes sparkling with admiration. He’s practically radiating pride.)

You (laughing, slightly out of breath from the performance but already feeling lighter from his energy): "Thanks, Caleb. It wasn’t perfect, though. I could feel a few things were off."

Caleb (eyes widening in disbelief, as if he’s hearing nonsense): "Off? Pipsqueak, are you kidding me? I’m not just saying this—I swear, I’ve never seen you hit those moves with that much power. You were like—whoosh—total magic!" (He gestures dramatically, almost knocking over a water bottle in the process.)

You (smiling, playfully rolling your eyes): "Thanks, but I’m serious. I swear I lost my balance on that second turn. It was off."

Caleb (shrugging, unfazed): "Pipsqueak, that wasn’t off, that was amazing. You’re way too hard on yourself. You’ve got this talent, this thing—I just get to sit back and be like, ‘yup, that’s my girl.’” (He grabs your hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.) "You were stunning. Period."

You (softly, appreciating his sincerity, but still feeling a little uncertain): "I guess I just wish I could always hit everything perfectly. You know?"

Caleb (nodding, his tone becoming more serious, though still warm): "I get it. But, hey—perfection’s overrated. It’s the progress that counts. You’ve made leaps and bounds since I met you. Seriously. I’m not just saying that. And I’m always gonna be here to cheer you on, even if you fall flat on your face." (He grins mischievously, nudging your side.) "Though, for the record, I hope you don’t fall on your face, because that would be hilarious, but also, like... not the goal."

You (laughing despite yourself, feeling much lighter now that he’s here to lift your spirits): "You’re ridiculous, Caleb."

Caleb (playfully dramatic, making an over-the-top gesture): "Ridiculous? No, no. I’m just passionate! You’re a star, Pipsqueak. No matter what, you shine. And I get to be the one sitting front row, cheering you on." (He hugs you tight for a moment, making sure you feel the full force of his love and support.) "Now, c’mon, let’s go get some food. I’m starving, and I know you’re probably about to eat the entire buffet yourself after that performance."

You (laughing, feeling the weight of the performance lift off your shoulders, knowing Caleb is always there to remind you of the bigger picture): "Deal. But only if we get dessert."

Caleb (grinning widely): "Dessert’s a must. You earned it, superstar."

[shadbells]

Second Valentine's Day gift for @kr1s-png

So, I don't have any creativity for Valentine's Day, so I decided to go with the friendship approach instead. I would like to give little gifts to people who supported me a lot or even gave me inspiration, and well, this person was one of the 3 artists I came across on TikTok and they inspired me too much, I think it shows a lot in the old doodles I have, I love their story, I love their lamb and their GOAT UFFFF 💖💖💖💖 I always loved this design, I love how they draw, I really admire this person too much

it's not my best work, my tablet died, but I hope they like it 💖, I did it with all the gratitude in the world for sharing their art, they really inspired me too much 💖 and created a great impact by making me go back to drawing💖, I hope they have a nice day ando Thank You so much 💖

[linderosse]

Are Founder’s Call and Interlude of the Past still being worked on? This isn’t me asking when the next updates are or pressuring an update; I’d just like to check on the status of the comics. I love your art style and I love your take on connecting the Links and the Zelda’s even more; take your time with it. Have a wonderful day/night and week!

Masterpost

Tl;dr: Yep, both Echo of the Past and Founder’s Call are 100% are still being worked on! No promises on the deadline, but I’m really looking forward to sharing :).

And this goes for The Secrets We Keep as well! I’ve been writing a fair amount on the Links’ side, now that I’ve got not only the overall plot, but also all the small details planned out for the whole story. (shoutout to my friend AvianReader (Ari) for brainstorming with me!)

I’m so glad people are enjoying my Wisdomverse, and I absolutely love creating it. I have many, many ideas for it. I do, however, also work a full-time job, and have a bunch of other responsibilities to deal with that makes it very hard to draw as much as I’d like.

So I also want to take this opportunity to reiterate to you, and to everyone here who has sent me their comments, messages, and thoughts: thank you for your kind words— and your patience :).

I have nearly 100 messages in my inbox at the moment— not counting other social media sites— which is quite a lot for me! And the great part is that almost all of them are either wonderful, thought-provoking questions, or kind words about my art and characters. Both of those things are amazing, and are a huge factor in motivating me to find the time to do what I love and share what I make.

I love reading them all, and will of course continue answering them between working on chapters and extras. But it may take some time, especially since I’m prioritizing finishing up new chapters at the moment.

Keep ‘em coming! And thanks again for your support!

[pastelaspirations]

SCREAAAAMING, YES, HOLY CRAP, WE BOTH HAVE THE SAME BRAINROT, BUT IT'S FINE, BECAUSE WE FOUND MAD LAD COMPANIONSHIP WITH IT

THANK YOU, MAN. I have no idea how to respond to this either without just nodding but looking like a psychopath. Like the gif of Willem Dafoe nodding creepily lmao

Hehe, that's where I come in, man. I'm a writer, not as much a roleplayer >;) So, thinking about how Error views things too is quite literally in my job description-

F i n e. I'm not really a "roleplayer" as much as "just hasn't found any way to roleplay." I used to be one heck of a roleplayer back in the day. When I was like. 12. But Undertale didn't exist back then, and I haven't ever roleplayed since Undertale became a thing (Y e s, I know that makes me sound old, okay. I a m, I have lived for what feels like centuries even though people still refer to me as "young"/"kid")

AND Y E S. YES, I LOVE EXPLORING ERROR'S HAPHEPHOBIA IN AS REALISTIC WAY AS I CAN, THAT'S ME RIGHT HERE-

I don't think Error can just. Get over his haphephobia. It'll take time and it's not as simple as "Oh, he's cured now." He'll relapse, some days will be better than others.

But I don't think he'll never get better.

To say that he'll never get somewhat comfortable with touch, even with those he loves and trusts, is sort of... sad? Like, you're basically saying he is doomed forever to be controlled by his fear and I don't think that's a good or healthy way to write about fear, I guess.

Like, y e s. Fear has a habit of controlling you. It can be debilitating. But it can be worked through. You don't have to live your entire life avoiding everything that triggers your fear, especially if you have a good support system. So I like imagining that Error can touch and cuddle and all these things, but he might need a warning. You can't just tackle hug him 'cus that'll trigger him. And he might not be able to do it all the time. He might back out before or during something simply because he just can't do it that day. But that's okay. You just need to be patient and love him. Let him decide when to touch and for how long <3 Even if he can't just "get over it," he can definitely find ways to cope with it

So, that's why I like writing Ink being a supportive boyfriend with Error, even if it's difficult at times because Error was okay hugging Ink yesterday, but not so much today <3

I don't tend to write his glitches as being physically painful though?? Like, it's perfectly fine if that's how someone writes/envisions it, but I imagine it being more... psychological. It doesn't "hurt" per se, like physical burning pain or anything, but it feels like when your foot is asleep. Dialed up by 100 and to your entire body. Like your very bones are made of TV static or there are a million tiny bugs crawling under your skin and there's nothing you can do to get them out. So, it's not painful, but the discomfort can be excruciating. I mostly do it this way because I couldn't find a common consensus researching if haphephobia actually gives people physical pain or if it's just a mental block they cannot overcome.

ALSO, MAN, THANK YOU <3 <3 I WORKED REALLY HARD ON IT. I THINK YOUR ART IS FREAKING BANGER TOO, IT'S WHY I REBLOGGED YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE

Can you guys tell I have a favorite pair of sillies yet . . .

[evostrashbin]

happy five year anniversary to the day that started it all for real, unknown to me at the time 😂💖And I know it's silly to celebrate a day like this, but it did have a pretty big impact on my life overall.

What a wild ride it has been and honestly doesn't feel that long to me but I'm really grateful for all the inspiration he's given me over the years, all the fun I've had and happiness it brougnt me to draw him and Kiran, be it for shitposts or serious arts. They helped me through alot of really tough times in the past years and for that I'll always be grateful. And I'm also really grateful for all the wonderful people I've met along the way! 🥺💕 Not to be extra sappy but I don't think I'd have sticked around the FE fandom for that long if it wasn't for this dragon holding my braincell in a firm grip still, so genuinely all of my FE art of the past five years only exists thanks to Grima in a way.

Sure I've made some bad experiences over the years as thungs are with fandoms but most were really positive ones and especially made some really good friends I wouldn't want to miss for the world! Who'd have thought a world-ending eldritch dragon really can bring people together 😆 So here's to wonderful friends, being cringe but free and embracing what makes you happy and also my wonderful partner who keeps supporting my shenanigans and always helps me out with feedback and provided some excellent ideas like the Sombron egg :'D

Thank you all so much for sticking around, genuinely means the world to me! 🥺💕I hope I could inspire some of you at least a little to embrace being self-indulgent a little more, or just put a smile on your face with my shitpost doodles!

[wellen-katze]

Just wanted to tell you that your art style is very unique and intricate. It seem simple on the first look but the more you see the more you realize how natural and well put together the whole thing is, from a technical point of view it's on a professional level, especially when It come to story telling and comics.

The way you write is also without equivalent from what I've seen, same thing here, very simple plot but very intimate, tragic without being edgy. It compliment really well with your art.

I wish you all the best, and I hope you get better recognition, you have all my blessing if you decide to do a big project on day, because you deserve it.

Oh, thank you so much for your kind words! Since I'm always quite insecure about my work, it's always so wonderful to see that the things I'm trying to tell are reaching the people. It means everything to me and makes me so happy!

For 2025, I'm actually starting a new original webcomic, so if you're interested in my work, I'd be honored to have your support—whether here, just sharing your thoughts or even on Patreon, if you'd like to get new updates and more! I'm bad at interacting, but again, thank you so much—and to everyone else who supports me, too! It truly warms my heart!

Read more on patreon!

[baksuz-art]

📃SIDE BLOG | ☕KO-FI | 🫧REDBUBBLE | 🐾LINKTREE thank you for stopping by! 😊 this is my main blog where i post art, photos of my cats (when i manage to capture any!), and occasionally some art/cat memes. for my side blog where i reblog stuff, visit my side blog (trans-meowsculine) 😊 english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes 😅 both of my blogs are sfw and i aim to keep them as positive spaces 😊 i love participating in tag games! you can tag me on any of my blogs, but i will respond on my side blog in order to keep this one tidy for my art i love interacting with everyone who interacts with me, so if you like or reblog my posts, i will likely visit your page 😄 i am quite social, and i love receiving asks and dms! i love everyone who keeps sending me photos of their cats and little updates on how they're doing 🥺🖤 i accept both art requests and commissions, and i am up for art trades with people i know! technically i can draw a lot of things but... i prefer to draw cats and feline anthros lol if you wish to support me, you can tip me on ko-fi, commission me, or buy my stickers on redbubble 😊 i also greatly appreciate people who reblog my posts and who leave all the nice comments and dms! 🥺 those mean a lot to me and give me motivation to keep going 🖤 please do not reupload my art (neither here nor anywhere else), and do not edit it in any way. i do not use ai, and i do not support anyone who does. i would never intentionally like/reblog ai or stolen content - if you see that (either here or on my side blog), please tell me!

[okenki]

hello, hello! i'm ken and i love to create! i make this post to compile my works and where you can find them!

most of my comics are free and on comicfury! comicfury profile you can support comicfury on patreon and kofi!

___ my ongoing projects are: goth boyfriends

"goths? in your area?! more likely than you think! Follow the trials and tribulations of young adults wanna be goths as they navigate through life, love and... cringe! slam poetry sundays, queer self discovery and complicated friendships, all wrapped in spikes, crosses, leather and anything dark, cool & edgy really!"

updates: every 3 days

it also have a tumblr blog for it, i'll try to use it more for extra art and such and share updates! : )

MSAT

Music Sounds Awesome Together is a collection of one shots centred around the life of a few idiots phasing through time and space together. Includes a LOT of yappin', you have no idea.

updates: no schedules (it has some characters in common with "goth boyfriends", but except their names, sometimes appearances and some personality traits they are not the same at all. Sorry if it is confusing)

completed/one shots (it's a selection, but i have more, you can even find really sort one on the comics tag of my tumblr)

-dreamteam69 "The last match of the Dream Team..." for the 2019's edition of the 23h de la Bande Dessinée

-LUNNARP a bts fancomic "Yoongi vs. an IKEA table ft. 6 idiots"

-PigritiAdes The Adventures of Fleur and her Demon. for the 2018's edition of the 25h de la Bande Dessinée

you can find more comics on my itchio, compiled as pdf, a lot of fanzines, most of them free! and if you're cursed with the ability to understand french, i did a lot of 23h et 25h de la bande dessinée! name there is okenki as well!

i also made some games! mostly during game jams, all are free! they're all vns and can also be found on my itchio! i am very active on tumblr, comicfury, often post projects on itchio, i can be spotted on bluesky, and that's about it! deleted my art instagram and my account on whatever happened to twitter a long time ago. i'm mostly reachable via my pro email: okenkibox[at]gmail.com. i reply to comments on tumblr's post also if you have questions on a specific post if asks are closed! other places i very often miss messages! you can support me on patreon and have access to secret sketchbook monthly! i have over 50 available now! you can pledge a month, get them all and dip, i'm fine with that. other than that i very often have commissions on kofi, they are usually very cheap because they're very basic! :) thank you!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ have a nice day!

PS! i have a FAQ and contact pages, i don’t know if you can access them on mobile/the app, so to sum it up:

please do not repost/reupload my work, especially not without credit, i’d appreciate if you could ask first. for personal use (icon, banner, printing for personal scrapbooking, .. anything you make no profit with) is ok! if applicable (icon, banner) please do credit and link back to either my blog or my carrd.

my art is never oriented to mean harm to anyone. please keep in mind english is not a language i’m very good with, i might make mistake or misunderstand, but it’s never malicious or vicious. thank you.

[aventurineswife]

May I request Sunday for Hug Day if that’s still available? I want to give him all the affection in the world <3

The Art of Letting Go

Summary: In the quiet of the Astral Express, the bond between you and Sunday deepens as you share a moment of vulnerability. Sunday, burdened by the weight of his dreams and past, finds solace in your embrace, realizing that he doesn't have to carry his burdens alone. Together, you find a brief respite from the pressures of the world, beginning to believe that there may be a place for both of you to heal, one step at a time.

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Valentine's Week Special, Hug Day, Comfort, Healing, Vulnerability, Emotional Support, Slow Burn, Introspection, Found Family, Quiet Moments.

The soft hum of the Astral Express filled the air, a gentle and familiar rhythm echoing through the corridors of the train. You had just finished another long day of traveling and contemplating your journey ahead. Outside the window, the stars twinkled, but tonight something about the quiet, the stillness of space, made your thoughts heavy with questions, doubts, and the memories of all you'd left behind.

Sunday, who had been quiet that day, entered the room. His ethereal presence always lightened the air, his wings fluttering softly, the golden halo behind his head glinting faintly in the dim light. Yet tonight, his eyes were distant—almost lost in thought, as if caught between two worlds.

You sensed the weight of the moment suspended between you. There had been no words of formal recognition of the growing closeness, but every glance, every slight exchange, had deepened the bond that began to form. Sunday was mysterious, his mind always filled with a thousand thoughts, but warmth was undeniable while you were together.

"Something on your mind?" you asked quietly, trying to fill the silence. His eyes locked on yours for a second before looking away, wings fluttering soft as he shifted position.

"Maybe," he said, almost whispering. "Often I wonder if any of us truly are free, any of us, from these dreams that seem to shape us."

You could feel the weight of his words, the burden behind them. Sunday had a way of speaking in riddles, often hiding his true emotions behind layers of philosophical thought. His ideals, his dreams for a world without suffering, clashed with the harsh reality around him. And yet, somehow, he still held on to the belief that it was possible to achieve.

"You're not alone in your thoughts, you know," you said, stepping closer, feeling a pull toward him that you couldn't quite explain.

He looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and relief. "I know," he whispered, almost as if to himself. "But I fear that no matter how close we grow, the weight of my past will always keep me distant from others. It's... difficult, to let go."

You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. His eyes met yours, with a silent question in them. Before you could second-guess yourself, you pulled him into a hug. It was gentle at first, hesitant even, as if testing the waters. But when his wings fluttered and he slowly wrapped his arms around you, the tension in his body seemed to dissolve, if only for a moment.

His head rested on your shoulder and you could feel the weight of his thoughts melting into the embrace. His normally stoic face softened, and for once, you saw the vulnerability behind the facade of the former leader, the protector, the dreamer. Sunday's breathing was steady, his wings still, but his heart seemed to be beating to something different now—something more like peace.

"Thank you," he murmured into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be this close to someone. It’s been... too long."

You held him a little tighter, as if reassuring him that there was no need for explanations, no need to justify the warmth that passed between you.

"This doesn't need to be fixed, Sunday," you said, your voice soft and warm. "You don't have to carry all of it alone. Not anymore."

For a long time, neither of you said anything. The world outside faded into nothingness as you simply stayed there, two souls wrapped in a shared space of solace. You didn't need to explain the depth of your feelings; they were understood in the silence of the moment.

"Perhaps," Sunday whispered again, this time with a quiet hope in his voice, "I can begin to believe that there is a place for me... without the weight of all my dreams, without the pressure to save everyone."

You smiled against his shoulder, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands. "Maybe we can both start fresh. One step at a time."

A soft laugh escaped him, a sound that was light, genuine, and unburdened. "I suppose we could," he replied, his arms tightening slightly around you in a rare show of affection.

And so you clutched him close, surrounded by the hum of the Astral Express and the silent vastness of space. You knew that the feel of this embrace was more than a hug, but a bridge-step in healing, towards an understanding, and maybe even toward a future where Sunday may find some peace.

For now, though, all that mattered was that the two of you were here together in the quiet of night.

[featherwingfox]

One of my top favorite characters of the entire series, the Spirit Guardian! AKA Guardian of the Spirit World and Guardian of the World Beyond. You get the idea! He's an ANGEL!!!

I kept his design using the original Minecraft skin as a reference, but I just let his hair stick out of the hood a little. I figured he would have white hair to match his big BEAUTIFUL FEATHERY WINGS!!!!! 😍😍😍 I absolutely love big feather wings! Okay, okay, moving on, the colors were easy since he's mostly black and white, I tend to mess up lighter skin tones in traditional art but I managed not to this time! As for making the black stand out so you can see his pants I had to make it slightly lighter than his robe. I'm happy with how all this turned out! I unfortunately couldn't quite get the hands to look right, so I once again saved myself from the trouble of drawing them by covering them up! You can see some of his left hand so you know he has them, but I posed him in a way that would look natural, including his wings flapping in front of his hands, and it feels like he's descending to meet us! Most likely Sabre to say hello or tell him he's caused some more problems and needs to be responsible and take care of it!

I have been drawing wings, mostly feathery ones, for about as long as I have been drawing. Those are probably the most developed parts of my artistic skills since I can't tell you enough times, I love feathered wings! And as proud of them as I am...... I have noticed mistakes over time that really gets under my skin. I can't fathom how this happened, but some how, I MESSED UP THE WINGS!!! 😭☹️ And now I shall point them out as I need to burn this in my memory so I don't let it happen again, and hopefully helps someone else remember to double check your sketch before starting the line art! There's no fixing mistakes if you notice them after that. It's the point of no return.

There is a second layer of feather on the outside of his left wing, I forgot add a second layer on the inside of his right wing, and it really gets me because I haven't made this mistake in so many years! It came back somehow! Now I'll explain what wings are supposed to look like! Or at least these ones since there are many different shapes and lengths wings have.

These wings are supposed to have the longest feathers on the outside, so that second outer layer is not supposed to be there. On his other wing I forgot the second inner layer. The feathers on the outside are like the backbone of the wings, so there shouldn't be layers outside, only inside. There are two inner layers, the second longest being the support and the smallest ones are the softest. They get smaller and softer the closer they are to the flyer. I hope I explained this well as I have done my best to be clear and understandable. It feels good to talk about these mistakes! As much as they bother ,e it is okay, I can redraw him in the digital art someday.

Now I can say my last words about the posing. The wings specifically. When they are curved you can not forget the feathers behind the curve. I'm not good with examples, but the best I can explain this, incase your are still confused, is imagine putting on a jacket or a coat without zipping it closed. The opening in the front allows you to see the back of the inside of the jacket. But some of the jacket is curved as it wraps around you while putting it on. Pretend you're invisible or something, you can see the back on the inside of the jacket while the sides are blocked by the front of the jacket. You can even just grap an object like a cup or ball with a piece of paper and wrap the paper around the object. I feel like I'm over explaining now so I shall stop. Thank you for reading if you got confused, I'm told I can be a bit confusing in my writing so I'm trying to fix that.

Some additional details you can't see in the drawing that I'd like to share with y'all is his eyes. You won't see them often, but when you do just know I'm not holding back with how beautiful they'll be. I initially thought they'd be golden but I've seen many fan animations and drawings of him having blue eyes, which I like a lot too, so I'm asking, and you please someone answer😭🙏, should I make them blue or gold? Maybe mix them? I'll mix them if nobody answers again, I'll probably choose this one now! But one thing is for certain, when he's angry they'll turn red! Luckily it is difficult to incur his wrath.

The Spirit Guardian is a great character that I enjoyed and I loved the interactions the others had with him, he's especially fun to mess with. Out of the arcs I have planned, his will probably be my favorite to write and draw. I'm not spoiling anything buuuut let's just say some Demons were not happy with their punishments. 😈

I will see you tomorrow with another design, there is a shady character waiting for you! 👥

Story: Steve Saga (Fan Rewrite)

Character: Spirit Guardian/Guardian of the Spirit World/Guardian of the World Beyond.

Abilities: can fly with BEAUTIFUL FEATHERY WINGS, travel between dimensions and realms, find lost souls, send souls to be judged, lightning, and powers I added, a HOLY-BLAST-BEAM-WHATEVER-IT-IS, give blessings, make a contract, and can either add or subtract to a judged soul's punishment.

Personality: serious, a stickler for rules, calm, level headed, polite, friendly, gentle, soothing, and of course he's ✨🪽M A J E S T I C🪽✨

[fanciful-wonderland]

Thank you so much for everyone who has supported me and for those who requested commissions from me!! So far I'm 20% of the way there and I will be working on the commissions!!

I'll be doing my best to get these commissions done as soon as possible, while also making sure to communicate with my clients the entire way. I really appreciate this!!

What I have on my plate so far:

Raffle winner! I'll be working on this first as this is for the Ko-Fi challenge and the deadline is the 28th, and also because this was before the commission requests. I've already begun the sketch so hopefully this may be done by today.

Other than that I have 4 commissions and will be working on them all simultaneously. Some have more complexity involved than others so they will take longer to complete, I hope I have your patience. Of course, again, I will be transparent about my progress with the clients!

To those who have supported me but didn't ask for a commission: I'd like to draw for you as well!! So far I've completed a sketch for one supporter [thank you so much!] and I plan to give art that coincides with a tier. This is just my way of showing my thanks and appreciation!!

Thank you all again!! I can't tell you how much I appreciate this.

Fanciful Wonderland Commissions

Ko-Fi

Prices

Portrait: $55 CAD

Half Body: $65 CAD

Full Body: $75 CAD

Outfit Design: $90 CAD

Will Draw: OCs, canon characters, Self Inserts, Ship Art

Won't draw: MECHA

Note: please carefully read the terms of service. Also note that the price will go up with extra characters! The prices are noted in each tier.

[zousiq]

And what a year it’s been! Can’t wait to see how much of these guys I’ll get to draw next year 😩🤌