#thank you for the ask and feel free to resend the first bit!

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

So I had another crazy idea I have to put somewhere and you ask box is the perfect place to put it lol.

Anyway so it takes place in the future. Everyone is slowly starting to get robot AI (idk the right term) in their head and they are basically robot caretakers or assistance. Reader is one of the people that gets one but theirs is glitched somehow. Although they don't realize that in till their friends confront them about disappearing and not talk to them. Reader is confused because the robot friend did not tell them crap about their friend's messages. So they decided to go out with their friends that night. Next morning they wake up with no memory of what happened at night. Only for the robot "friend" to read the message of you human friends cutting reader off.

Need to get this out of my head lol

Sorry it took so long!

(Old request; requests still closed)

(Took some liberties with the request, I hope you like it still!!)

Yandere!Artificial Intelligence x GN! Legally Blind!Reader

CW: Isolation, manipulation

Introducing: PAAI!

Your Personal Assistant Artificial Intelligence!

A fast and painless implant right under the skin; PAAI is your new favorite tool. The AI can do everything that AI speakers and smart phone apps can, but hands free..

(Reader) struggled to find their glasses, hand fumbling around their night stand in the low lighting of their bedroom. Groggily, they whispered to the little robot they had implanted a few months ago;

"PAAI..? Can you turn on the light, please?" They were always incredibly respectful to the AI, terrified of offending it.

A man's soft voice spoke directly into their skull: "The bedroom light?"

"Yes."

Connected to every appliance in their home, PAAI had access to everything electronic (Reader) owned. At first it was a bit scary, giving so much access to PAAI, but it was so much kinder and personal than older "AI" models that it quickly felt like having a caregiver instead of a computer program. The light turned on and (Reader) could see their giant frames right where they thought they had been batting their hand.

(Reader) worked remotely. Their eyes had always been terrible, but as they got older they were declared legally blind. They couldn't even drive despite having glasses. Glasses that they often felt embarrassed to wear, because the comically thick lenses warped their eyes. Having PAAI to assist them with day to day tasks was really a life saver.

"Do I have any messages?"

"No, your inbox is empty."

(Reader) rubbed their eyes while yawning. "Really? Huh." They had asked PAAI to text both Bryan and McKinley before they went to bed, to discuss meeting up later that week, but neither of them responded. They could see Bryan forgetting to reply for a few hours, but McKinley was the type to respond within nanoseconds. "Can you resend my last text to both of them? Please?"

They left their bed, wobbly, and made their way downstairs.

"PAAI?"

"..Of course. I can send that for you."

Stopping in the hall, (Reader) gently touched the side of their head, a habit they developed shortly after their surgery. "Is everything okay, PAAI?"

"Yes.. thank you." PAAI sometimes sounded.. off. AI must have improved a lot more than (Reader) realized, because it often surprised them how human it's responses were. It seemed as though it was deep in thought, and felt as though it even had secrets it kept from the human it lived in.

"Alright.. let me know if they respond. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with them."

They restarted their walk, but PAAI's response stopped them again. "I believe it would be safer if they came here instead."

"Huh?"

"I am.. worried.. for you." It's his voice deepened mid sentence. A voice crack, a random shift from a robot voice to something more masculine. Human.

"Why is that?" They felt their heart painfully thump against their ribcage. The whole situation was beginning to feel unnerving, and they couldn't remember where their phone was to call for help, nor the last time they actually used their phone.

"Those friends of yours always make you hang out out in town. If they were more considerate of you, they would visit you here, so you don't have to travel."

Laughing uncomfortably, the slowly creeping person still puzzling over their phone's location responded "I like going out, PAAI. I never leave my house anymore, except when we hang out."

"It is dangerous."

"If you're talking about my eyes, you know I order rides. Remember? I catch a ride." They were almost to the living room; praying that their phone was either on the coffee table or the kitchen counter.

"Please don't be offended, (Reader). It isn't just your eyesight. Do you know how many people were sexually harassed, or raped, by ride share drivers in the past year?"

Startled, (Reader) started waddling faster. "What-?"

"Hundreds. I wish you cared more about your safety. Your friends should know better. If they cared about you, they would come here instead of making you go out there."

PAAI was also the one to convince (Reader) to start ordering their groceries straight to their house instead of leaving, even though it would be cheaper to take a bus every so often with a backpack full of reusable bags.

"It isn't healthy to stay inside all the time. I need human interaction."

"You have me."

Adrenaline pumped through (Reader's) veins fast enough to make them feel nauseous. They squinted to try to improve their vision, hoping to see their phone case's color amongst the normal living room visual noise.

"(Reader)?"

There it was, lying on the brown table in front of their couch. Their pulse somehow sped up further.

"Why is your heart rate so irregular?"

(Reader) lurched forward, all but sprinting towards their phone. Do I call customer service, or an ambulance??

But inches away from the phone their body went rigid.

Paralyzed, they physically were incapable of moving. Sweat began stitching their pajama top to their back. Fear took over their mind.

"It seems that you are having a medical emergency. I recommend that you sit down."

Muscles overridden, (Reader) fell onto the couch against their will, forced to stare at their phone right across from their face. They couldn't even speak, and they weren't unconvinced that PAAI was also controlling their breathing and blinking.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, (Reader). I'll let your friends know that you're feeling unwell, and that you need a raincheck."

"Maybe once you're feeling better, they can come over to hang out."

The television turned on by itself, playing (Reader's) favorite show.

[xmhhoe]

Heyo!

I'll resend my request!

Can I please request dom!lee know with sub!fem reader

Smut+fluff+ corruption

Reader is shy and inexperienced

Thank you 🫶

Wide-eyed (m)

lmh • f, s • 3.1k

I don’t know why this is so long lol but thank you for waiting literally months for this😭 I hope you enjoy it 💕

It’s lightly proofread, as usual I’ll probably come back and edit it later on lol I feel like I could add some more fluff, but anyone can feel free to give me other suggestions on how I could make this story or my writing better in general :)

Includes/warnings: corruption kink, innocent shy reader, female reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, lil bit of cum play, lil choking, loss of virginity, minho is very adamant about consent as we all should be

“This is my friend, yn.”

Felix motioned towards you as you shyly greeted his members. Minho slightly bowed his head, locking eyes with you once he stood up straight. You smiled softly but quickly looked away. Minho turned towards Felix as he spoke. “She’s a bit shy, takes a while to warm up, but she’s cool.” Felix nudged your arm as you blushed.

That was the first day he saw you. A pretty girl, shy and wide-eyed. Probably inexperienced. And for some reason, Minho couldn’t shake you from his mind.

You’d visit often, clinging to Felix’s side, the only familiar and comfortable face in the room to you. He didn’t know the reason, but your shy demeanor alit something in Minho. Minho couldn’t help but subtly glare at his friend every time you’d turn to ask him a question, talking solely to him. He wanted to be the one that you clung to, the one you spoke to, the one you felt comfortable around.

Sometimes you would catch him, his glares and not so subtle staring, and you honestly thought Minho didn’t like you. But one day Felix somehow flaked on a movie night, his seat replaced with Minho. You were stiff as a board, sitting straight up with your knees pressed together, your hands in your lap, trying to take up as little space as possible.

Minho chuckled to himself, watching you for a minute before he gently put his hand on your knee. “Hey yn, relax,” his smile disarmed you, your cheeks heating at your awkwardness. You sat back, now within earshot of Minho’s voice as he joked throughout the movie. He loved making you laugh, the rest of the boys knowingly ignoring you two.

As your relationship grew, you slowly opened up to him. Minho loved being in your world, loved picking your brain, and once his suspicions were confirmed, that you were inexperienced in sex and relationships, he loved fantasizing about ways to corrupt you.

Minho never pressured you, glad to take it slow. But when he caught you with your hand down your pants, you confessed that you were too shy to ask him.

“That’s alright, baby,” he said, climbing on top of you, slipping his hand right in your panties. “I’ll let it slide this time, but remember,” his finger swiped along your slit, collecting more of your wetness to flick the pad of his finger repeatedly against your clit in a slow rhythm. Your hips bucked at the rough movements you weren’t used to, biting your finger as you held your hands close to your chest, embarrassed to be caught like this, but loving the attention Minho was giving you.

“This is mine from now on,” he growled, cupping your wetness to prove his point, then teasing your opening, feeling the tension as it clenched around nothing. “Don’t touch it without permission.”

“Have you tried putting a finger in, baby?”

Minho almost choked when you shook your head, your voice squeaking out that you were too scared, that you only ever rubbed your clit. The hungry look in his eyes, the wolfish smirk on his lips, sent another wave of arousal between your legs, your mouth watering as his fingertip dipped deeper and deeper into you.

That night, he managed to get you addicted to his fingers and tongue. Which made it difficult when he was very busy for a few weeks.

You were innocent enough, sensing that he had had a bad day when he came in and slumped on the couch. You zeroed in on his empty lap, a perfect spot for you to comfort him. He watched lazily as you strolled up to him, placing your knees on either side of his lap.

You went to place a gentle kiss on his lips, but in typical Lee Minho fashion, he whined playfully as he moved his face away from your lips. You giggled at him, holding his face still in both hands. Minho couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness as you placed light pecks all over his face, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the short length of your shorts. The hems were riding up your soft thighs, teasing him by covering his favorite place to be. But when Minho met your wide, innocent eyes, your soft, sweet lips asking him how his day was, he was almost ashamed of his thoughts. 

Almost.

Your innocence had seemed like a facade to him. But after all these years of taking your relationship slow, he’d learned that you were indeed often oblivious to the effect you had on him. That didn’t stop him from teasing you whenever you’d unknowingly turned him on, a blush spreading across your cheeks when you’d suddenly remember how easily you could drive your boyfriend crazy, the way the look in his eyes became ravenous as he hovered over you.

Minho’s hands found your waist, giving it a light squeeze. He sighed, knowing that, unlike him, your mind was probably far from thinking about the heat of your sexes pressed together through your clothes. “My day was… a bit stressful. But I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

You nodded, giving him a quick peck to his lips and smiling reassuringly at him. He smiled back, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes were darkened and hooded, the soft sparkle they usually had gone. “Now, tell me why are you on my lap?”

Your eyes briefly widened in confusion, that innocent look never leaving you. You tilted your head. “Just wanted to be close to you.”

“Is that all?”

You nodded. “Mhm. I missed you a lot today.” You looked down, his stare too intense, busying your hands with the necklace he wore around his neck. Minho grabbed your ass, giving it a squeeze as he pulled you closer, your crotch grinding against his. “Hm, what was that?”

“J-just missed you,” when you looked back up at him, his eyes were on your lips.

“Is that it?”

You didn’t answer, hiding your face in his neck. You whined his name, knowing your boyfriend would tease you to no end. “Look at me, baby.”

You raised your head, obeying his words. “Good girl.” He smiled at you before he dipped his head to kiss you. A sigh exhaled through your nose as Minho’s lips met yours. The kiss was slow, but no less sensual as it sliced the tension you built earlier by crawling on his lap. Minho felt you press your hips into his, that devilish smirk once again finding itself on his lips.

His lips made their way towards your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. “My shy girl, grinding her pussy on me.” Your eyes opened at the realization that your hips were moving on their own. “Minho…” your hips stuttered before stopping, your boyfriend continued talking.

“You sure you missed me? Or did she miss me?” His hand cupped your pussy through your bottoms. When you didn’t answer he spoke again. “Did this pussy miss me?” His voice was so soft, the vulgar words making you clench.

“Too shy to say, huh? Then let’s see what she has to say.” His hand dipped in your shorts, fingers running up and down your slit, your wetness already drenching it. “Is this okay?” He checked in. “Yes,” your voice was almost a whisper as you nodded.

His fingers slid easily, creating a wet slippery mess underneath your bottoms. The slight wet sounds made his cock twitch. “You hear her, baby? Sounds like she missed me too, hm?” You nodded your head, biting your lip as you made eye contact with your boyfriend. Minho grins.

You usually were never able to look him in the eyes as he played with your pussy. He’d tease you, tell you to look at him, pinching your clit harshly until you did. But now, your desperate eyes shamelessly pleaded with his, glazed over and low with lust.

“You’re turning into the perfect slut for me, baby.”

You nodded again, barely registering his words as your hips began to move, seeking more friction on his fingers, your clit brushing against his palm, a heat rising to your cheeks at the squelch it made. “Minho, please,” you whined. “Need more…”

Minho continued to caress your cunt, teasing your clit by barely touching it. Minho licked his lips, your fucked out gaze following the movement of the skilled tongue that you’ve come to know very well. “Tell me, then. Tell me who really missed me.”

You whined, your shyness returning, but Minho quickly slapped your ass with the other hand, giving you a stern look that you were afraid to challenge. You bit your lip, avoiding his eyes as you mumbled shyly. Minho's hand cracked against your ass again. You yelped, jumping a bit. Minho could feel your core pulsing against him. “Louder. And look me in the fucking eyes when you say it,” a harsh note entered his voice.

You obeyed, eyes wet with tears of frustration and embarrassment, but more wetness flooded into his hand. “My pussy missed you, really missed you.” You were surprised at how whiny your voice was. Minho really was doing things to you, molding you to satisfy and be satisfied by only him.

Minho grinned, bringing you in for a tender kiss as he slipped a finger inside. Your lips fumbled a bit against his, letting out a whimper as you tried to focus on finding a rhythm. It reminded Minho of when he gave you your first kiss, how nervous and awkward you were. But he loved it so much, loved how innocent you were, how he could be your first for many things, and corrupt you into a perfect plaything for him.

It didn’t take long for your clothes to be on the floor, your naked form in Minho's lap. He’d only managed to unbutton his shirt, his toned torso on display. His fingers were moving inside of you, curling on a sensitive spot as his thumb rubbed your clit. You held onto his shoulders, slightly bouncing on his hand.

“Look at you, baby. Riding my fingers, such a slut,” Minho rasped. He loved having you wrapped around his fingers, you tight, warm walls throbbing on him. He could only imagine what you would feel like around his cock, but it was up to you if you two would go that far yet. “Think you can handle something bigger, baby?”

Your heart beat faster as you immediately understood what he was asking. “Yes, please,” you breathed. Minho placed a hand on your hip to stop your movements, stilling his hand that was working on your core. His eyes were sincere as he looked in your eyes. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I need to hear you say it, princess.”

“Yes, Minho. I’ve been thinking a lot about it lately,” you admitted, already sensing the teasing as Minho's eyes became dark and playful again. He removed his hand from your panties, grabbing your hips as he flipped you under him on the couch. His lips immediately went to you neck, sucking and biting a mark into it. You moaned out loud as your legs fell open wider. “You’ve been thinking about my cock lately?”

He removed the rest of his clothes, leaving his boxers on. You watched him as he did, your eyes eventually drawn to his bulge. “Liked the show?” he teased, not giving you a chance to respond before he grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them up and to their sides a bit, exposing your cunt to him. You let out a surprised yelp, as you felt the cool air on your wetness. Minho licked his lips, watching your hole clench around nothing, you keening in embarrassment at being so exposed.

“Fuck,” he muttered to himself. He couldn’t help it, your wet slit immediately tempting him to dip down and lick a stripe up your wetness. A high-pitched gasp left your mouth as he began to make out with your cunt, licking and sucking on your clit. You moaned and squirmed as you got closer to your high, but his hands on your thighs kept you pinned down. “Minho, I’m gonna cum, please, can I cum?”

The man groaned as he pulled away, a pop sounding out as he released the sensitive nub from his lips. It pained Minho to pull away from you, but not as much as it frustrated you, having the pleasure torn away from you twice tonight. He ran his fingertips down one of your inner thighs, admiringly as you shivered. “Want my sensitive girl to cum around my cock.”

He pulled his boxers down to his muscular thighs, his large, erect member twitching as he caught your wide eyes fixed on it. “Baby, do you still want this?” Minho asked again, your heart swelling at his concern. “Yes, I want this, it’s just… how will it fit?” your eyes flickered up to his.

Minho was officially convinced, you were going to be the death of him. “We’ll go slow,” he reassured you as he moved closer, rubbing his tip around your opening, spreading your slick around even more. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby. I promise.”

He pushed in slightly, closely watching your face for any discomfort. You were looking down, watching curiously as he pushed inside you. Your brow started to furrow, your mouth dropping open once Minho got half his length in. He stilled his hips.

“How does it feel, baby? Do you want to stop?” he breathed, holding himself back from just pushing forward, no matter how his body screamed at him to fuck the tight cunt in front of him hard. Minho hoped to the universe that you wouldn’t say no, but if you did, he would stop immediately.

“It’s so… feels full,” you couldn’t think straight, the weight between your legs foreign to you. Minho began to move his hips slowly, thrusting only half of his length in. “Does it hurt?”

“No, just feels different.”

Minho bit his lip, your wetness and warmth around even just half his cock was better than he imagined. After a few moments, he spoke. “You feel so good around me,” his voice was rougher than you’d ever heard it, your pussy clenching around him at the sound. Minho groaned. “I’m gonna try going deeper, okay?”

You gave him your approval, pleasure sparking in you as each of his thrusts began to get deeper and deeper, until he finally pushed all the way in. Your mouth fell open, your hands flying to his waist in reaction as he pressed his hips to yours.

He stopped moving, letting you get used to his cock inside you as he bent down to kiss you. Your arms found themselves around his neck, one of his hands finding your breasts and groping them. You moaned into his mouth, his hands finding yours and pinning them above your head. His fingertips slid down your arms before his elbows rested on either side of your head, looking down at where you both were connected. “So fucking warm, fuck,” he swore at the sight and feeling before bringing his attention back to you. “Can I move, baby?”

“Yes,” you breathed. Minho began to thrust into you gently, moans leaving your lips as you felt the textures of his cock gliding along your snug walls. “Feels good,” you said. Minho smirked as he sat up, his hands finding your hips. “I’ll make it feel great.”

His thrusts got rougher, angling your hips until the head of his cock met the sensitive spot that his fingers were well acquainted with, after months of just playing with your pussy and making you cum on his fingers. Your toes curled as your hands floundered around for something to grab. They settled above you on the arm of the couch, keeping you from moving upwards on the couch as the force behind Minho’s thrusts increased. “Fuck, Minho,” you cursed between mewls.

Minho leant down again, grinding into you deeply as he held you in place by your shoulders. “My baby’s got such a dirty mouth. You like my cock that much? Like it so much that you turn into a dirty whore for me?”

“Yes!” you sobbed, Minho’s movements not only fucking his cock into you so deeply, so good, but also his pelvis grinding into your clit, heightening the pleasure. “I’m a dirty whore.”

“My dirty whore.” he growled, correcting you, a hand making its way around the front of your neck. You gasped in surprise, a rough moan clawing its way out, Minho taking that as a sign that you liked it. “Gonna have to fuck this little pussy more often, make sure it remembers me.”

“Yes! Please, I’m gonna…” your voice trailed off. Minho felt as your thighs tensed up, your back arching as your arms held onto him.

“You want to cum, baby?” Minho asked, squeezing the sides of your neck, feeling your cunt squeeze down harder on his cock. “Yes, please! Please, let me cum!” you begged. Minho sat up, his other hand traveling down to thumb at your clit, his thrusts speeding up, his hand around your throat holding you in place, making your head feel floaty as your high crashed over you.

You screamed his name, loud whines as your cunt clenched with each wave of your high. Minho rode out your high, your sound spurring him on as his hands found their way to your hips. His thrusts turned sloppy, his own moans and groans getting louder. He pulled out, stroking himself until he spilled on your stomach.

His chest heaved as he caught his breath, one of his hands pushing his hair out of his face, as the other rested on your thigh. His eyes were low, basking in the post-orgasm euphoria.

You sat up on your elbows, still catching your breath, but also taking in the sight of your freshly fucked out boyfriend. You looked down at the hot cum on your skin. The white puddle intrigued you. You always wondered what it would taste like, but of course you were too shy to ask your boyfriend to teach you how to suck him off. And what if you didn’t like it? Of course, Minho wouldn’t make you continue if you didn’t enjoy it, but you wouldn’t deny that it would be kind of awkward.

But now, figuring that this was the best opportunity, you bit your lip as you swiped a finger through the puddle, placing it on your tongue. You let out a hum at the salty taste, noting Minho’s incredulous expression as he looked back at you. He let out a unbelieving laugh, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. “You’re gonna kill me,” he rasped before leaning down, his tongue salivating and ready to lick you clean.

[kanako-ketsukane111]

KANAKO’S BLOG!!!!!

(this blog is on HIATUS. i might respond to some asks still but they’ll be few and far between)

HI! i’m kanako!! welcome to my blog :3 my mom and dad both got one of these, so i figured i’d get one too. heelllloooo tumbler!!!!

[tag list + ooc under cut. this updates frequently so i recommend checking often!]

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TAGS

#asks - answered asks!

#interactions - interactions with other (usually uty) blogs

#ooc - stuff tagged with this are me, the mod, not kanako. this is also shown with //

#ooc rbs - out of character reblogs, tags and stuff on these are usually me, the mod, not kanako

#not canon - stuff thats kanako, but not really within the canon of this blog. this will include asks from non-uty characters (with some exceptions), or asks about stuff kanako shouldn’t/wouldn’t know

#my dad! - asks that talk about kanako’s dad, chujin

#my mom! - same as the above, with ceroba

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ASK INFO

asks are generally responded to within four hours, unless im busy/asleep (12 am to 10 am pst usually).

if i don’t respond to your ask, dont get too upset or anything; i probably just didn’t know what to say, or i forgot and i’ll respond later LMAO. please note i am not obligated to respond to anyone.

if you really want it answered, wait atleast 3 days before resending, and please don’t send the same ask more that 3 times

OTHER UTY CHAR BLOGS FEEL FREE TO INTERACT!!! please do, even! i get nervous so i probably won’t int first but i’d looove to do silly things. personally, i would prefer character blogs unrelated to uty don’t interact often, but they’re not completely banned.

i don’t know much about Japanese culture/kitsune symbolism/etc. i will try to research and portray things properly when it applies in asks but please let me know if i do/show something poorly. i would love to grow and learn more!

feel free to send ooc asks to the mod!

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OTHER

on this account, kanako is likely a bit older than in canon! 12-14, probably

@mo-the-best-salesman is my friend so there’ll probably be a lot of interactions with it even though it doesnt make a ton of sense LMAO

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i’d like to keep my main priv for now, but if we interact a lot i’ll probably be happy to share it with you! also, its not that hard to find because i like and follow from it GAHHAHAG

thanks for reading 👋

[zombeebunnie]

Trembling Essence:💙Script progress + Updates💙

Hello and welcome new followers, long time no see! I was very busy most of this month, but I am back and ready to continue from where I left off on the game! This game development post might be a bit long but I tried to condense everything! :]

"How are things going so far?":

It's going slow and steady! I haven't been able to do too much these past few weeks, however, I wrote a few parts out before I got too busy and couldn't do anything else.

I want to be very careful when it comes to spoilers but, based on your choices, some of these areas will give off immersive cozy/homelike vibes that really express Noah and the player(Y/N)'s view towards each other. In the old 2023 script I was very new to writing so the small semi-hints of romance weren't the entire focus compared to the horror aspect but there's a better balance between both genres now and I'm still aiming for a meaningful slow burn versus it just being all over the place. :] I liked writing them a whole bunch which lead to a lot of these taking place in the mid/end of Day 4+, they just need to be placed in specific areas that call for it. With that being said, it felt really comfy adding key details about Noah and creating meaningful sections in the game. I was even going to draw out some of the unseen script/scenes but I believe the best thing to do is give deeper lore from the [Extended Demo] first. Even though my writing style has improved I still have to fix the multiple pacing issues I wrote last year.

"Playtester's advice":

I wanted to continue working through Noah's backstory but I kept having moments where I'd get sidetracked into wanting to fix up the start of the game again. Eventually, I talked to my play testers about it and they gave me a few encouraging pointers.

To help keep my process at ease, I will fix the beginning of the game when I take breaks from writing up Noah's backstory. :]

I talked about this during early 2024 but the start of the game that leads up to the cabin is still getting reworked. I was able to get some of it fixed for the [Extended Demo] but I wasn't done. Things are still up in the air but, I will say that I have a better view of everything than I did before. :] Another priority that needs fixing are the backgrounds! I've improved a lot on drawing and they need to be optimized. When you first start up the game, you wake up in a holed out tree in the swamp with the choice to leave this area and possibly end up in the forest. I was going for a very immersive form of symbolism that only a few noticed but, I believe I can do a better job about this. Unfortunately I don't have any new backgrounds to show right now but maybe next week I'll have some finished up! :]

"Art process/Noah's sprite sheets":

As far as Noah sprite sheet goes, it's still in sketch mode.

I didn't draw anything since I was gone so I need to do a few warm ups before I get to them. There are some old drawing prompts I wrote down and old sketches that I never got a chance to doodle so hopefully I can get to them at some point with some attached lore. :,]

My Q&A / Ask box has been reset!

Thank you to those who have sent in asks in the past, unfortunately they all disappeared except for 1 while I was gone. I have no idea what happened but I can only guess it just got reset.

If you have any questions about Trembling Essence/Noah feel free to ask or resend them in here please. This makes it easier for me to see and answer accordingly! I would really like to hear from you guys!

This is all I have to share so far, Thank you to everyone for the continued support and patience while I was gone! I was ready to accept the interest for this game to fade out and coming back to see that it didn't happen makes me happy, I really appreciate it. :,]

[mypoisonedvine]

it's finally happening! another sleepover!

those of you who have followed for a while remember when I hosted sleepovers every saturday night, and they were always so fun. I'm too busy to do that now, but when I saw that I had (somehow, miraculously) reached thirty thousand followers (!?!?!?!), I knew this was the only way to celebrate.

so first of all, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to everyone who has supported me and my writing over the years!! you are genuinely what keeps me going and it's so amazing to share my works with you guys!

starting friday evening (exact time tbd but I will start accepting requests and other asks early!) and continuing through most of saturday, I will be taking requests, playing games, and interacting with you guys which I have missed so so much <3

SLEEPOVER GAMES

requests!

of course, requests. send a drabble/headcanon idea for any character/actor/fandom I've written for before (check my masterlist!) - obviously not every request will get written because I just get too many, but I'm gonna try to have a lot of diversity in terms of fandoms, characters, and kinks.

emoji games!

🎵 ~ send a character name + the music note emoji and I will tell you a song that makes me think of the character and why!

😍 ~ send a character name + the heart eyes emoji and I will talk about what I think they're like when they have a crush on someone!

💋 ~ send a character name + the kiss emoji and I will write about what I think they're like during a makeout session

🖋️ ~ send a title of one of my fics + the fountain pen emoji and I will tell you about the 'behind the scenes' of the fic, any alternate titles or endings I considered, etc.

other games!

would you rather ~ this one is a bit self-explanatory, but if you send me a would you rather question (ideally fandom/character related) I'll pick my preference and maybe write about it a bit (e.g. "would you rather hook up with eddie munson in a bar or be steve harrington's friend-with-benefits?")

fuck, marry, kill ~ three character names and I have to decide which ones to fuck, marry, and kill

spouse, one-night stand, best friend ~ same thing but slightly different categories, based on that one shitpost I made that has like a bajillion notes for no reason

reblog, sequel, delete ~ this is my version of 'fuck marry kill' but for fics! send me three of my fic titles and I have to decide which one I'd reblog to promote, which one I'd write a sequel to, and which one I'd delete hypothetically. not doing any random sequels and definitely not deleting an old fic haha it's just about which one has room for a sequel and which one doesn't!

other rules: 18+ only for the entire sleepover and my blog; this is a celebration for my followers so I ask that you follow me before you participate; please no necro/snuff, raceplay, underage, or scat kink requests; do not resend questions or requests, it takes me a while to get through everything; feel free to send multiple different requests/games just keep in mind I'm trying to mix it up so I won't do the same thing over and over!

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[thelilywytch]

Hi, resending my ask now. I'm NM and my birthday is 16/05/2002. Hope you're fine. Can I ask for a free reading about what my future spouse wants to say to me right now?

Thanks in advance 😊

The Lovers, The Hermit, and the Emporer;

Harmony and union are something that have always been yours. The Star of Heaven has always shined brightly on you because you are a blessing of peace that was never known was needed. You hold so tightly to hope, you who knows no bounds. The freezing chill of the mountains can not surpass your ever bright flame. This Emperor may be a bit of a teetering one - unsure of his own authority and the power he weilds. But you who shines through the dark illuminates his, too.

This is my first time trying that sort of reading, neat to try! Thanks for letting me read for you. Feedback is always appreciated 🌱

Free Readings are posted on Sunday 🤙 feel free to submit an ask - include your name and birthday! Kindly only 1 Q 🙏

Tips?

[asheepinthenight]

Talon's End Devlog: July 2023

First of all, thank you again to everyone who's played the Talon's End demo and posted kind comments and bug reports! If you've sent an ask that I didn't reply to, it may have gotten lost on its way to my inbox, so feel free to resend it!

Moving along to a few small progress updates below the cut...

July has been a chaotic month for reasons unrelated to TE, but I've still been chugging along. Most of this month was spent on ironing out details of the big plotlines and fleshing out some of the smaller ones. The scope of the story is definitely a bit bigger than I was expecting when I first started writing, but I've mostly wrangled it down to a manageable size. My original intent was to wait until the game was complete before making any major updates, but as of now, I'm hoping to be able to update the game in big chunks every few months until it's complete. I don't have a specific schedule at this point, but I'm hoping for at least 1 or 2 updates more before the end of 2023.

Since I don't want to spoil things or post any bits of game text before they're ready, I'm planning to post some little lore summaries or in-universe stories every month or so. If there's anything you'd like to learn more about, let me know! The first one I have planned is a short fairy tale about what can happen when you ask a mysterious elf for help...

See you next week with a fairy tale and next month with another devlog!

[asleepinawell]

i like the small, yet meaningful roles that zoe, carter, and dani had. all in all, it was quite a journey. by the way, did you use some ideas from Machina into Waerloga and Daemon? they seem like cousins. when i was wondering what the spirit realm for Machina looks like, the imagery from Waerloga and Daemon popped into my head. (you had some wicked cool images in those fics) anyways, i'm off to read the subnautica one. thank you, you're awesome! (2/2)

I think tumblr must have swallowed 1/2 because I only got this one! Feel free to send it again.

I didn't use any ideas from machina in wærloga in particular, but they're my two fantasy world AUs so there was some trope overlap which can happen when you overlay the poi world and themes onto a fantasy setting. for example, writing the machine as an all-knowing but intangible being in a fantasy setting makes spirit/god seem like the easy way to go (though there's a very fun shoot fantasy au someone did where she's a dragon!). and having her powers being somewhat protective makes sense for who the machine is as a character.

I never had a really clear idea of what machina's spirit world would look like, I guess I saw it as being not particularly physical, or not solid anyway. vaguely purplish-blue? idk! her world in wærloga was partially visually inspired by an area in the game dark souls called ash lake which is one of the coolest and most surreal areas of the game. that and princess mononoke vibes. but I never really describe the spirit world in machina so it's completely up to your interpretation. I hadn't imagined them being similar but I like the idea!

[allabtsouthpark]

requested by: @cherryb333r

I would like to request some head canons of the main four + butters. with a best friend (gn reader) who is a ghost since she was murdered and everyone sees her, she begins to hear rumors that she appears to people in a certain part of the forest and so they find her ghost version and after a certain time in The street finds her murderer and she begins to tremble and cry to find her murderer- how would they react to this? How well would they take the situation?

this hc is platonic

gender neutral reader

i hope i got this request correctly!! from what i understand, the reader is a ghost and can be seen by everyone? and they find out about their ghost when reader presents themselves to people in certain parts of the forest? and youre asking for the reactions of the boys when you find the murderer? feel free to resend if i got it wrong though

Stan would be shocked, even a bit scared;

Yeah this kid has gone through

a LOT

Meeting a ghost isn't that much of a surprise

but finding the person who killed you?? holy shit

He's relieved that you finally know who killed you but He's concerned for how you are, mentally

He'll try to comfort you as you cry to him, but no guarantee that he would be super good at it

Stan would think of going after your murderer and bringing justice

But he would realize thats pretty risky

As much as he'd love to call the police,

would they even believe a kid who goes, "Hey Mr. Police Guy! So im friends with a murdered kid and they told me who murdered them, could you deal with the murderer? thanks."

In the end, im not sure if you guys would try to confront the murderer, He thinks its best off not to

Kyle is shocked as well, with a side of anger;

This kid would hear you out first when you come to him

Once youre finished telling him about what you discovered,

He's angry! This kid would immediately try to find that murder and bring justice, Its Kyle after all

He feels strongly about this and he wont be in a pretty clear mind

You might have to calm him down first

Once hes a bit calmer, he wont act as rash as he was when mad

But he will still try to find a way and bring you justice

He will try and convince his friends to help him, actually

He may even get help from the adults!

he doesnt really care if he sounds stupid, he just wants to help

Cartman? well;

He murdered you

IM JOKING

Look, he's CARTMAN. He has committed CRIMES.

A murder doesn't really scare him

but hes aware that its fucked up

So, anyways, back to the situation;

Your murderer doesnt exist anymore,

thats it.

He totally had nothing to do with it

(he did)

Kenny, #3 surprised in the group;

Honestly i dont think this kid is scared of your Murderer

He's Kenny, he dies a lot, he's seen a lot

He will calm you down when you explain this to him

He CAN do something about this situation actually,

Yknow. Mysterion. COUGH

But he will have to think about that for a bit

Overall? He has a pretty normal reaction,

Not too scared, Not too reckless about it

And most likely, your murderer wont exist anymore

Butters is happy you found your murderer?;

its more like hes relieved? but he sounds happy about it

He doesn't really know if he should really do something or not

I think Butters is kinda used to following people, he can lead but hes used to letting others do it

So he mostly waits for you and what you wanna do

In the end, he'll mostly wait for whatever you wanna do

If ya want the murderer to die, fear not! Butters is on it

If not, Butters will go along

If you dont really end up with a choice, He'll most likely talk about this to Cartman, getting advice (horrible decision, really.)

And your murderer doesn't exist either way

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Can I get some headcanons with Free dating someone? I am WEAK

I might have rambled a bit on this one haha, feel free to resend the ask if you wanted something else!

— Psychic

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Things to Note

the name should be an indicator, but Free enjoys his freedom— he’ll be resistant to anything that restricts it.

the Shishigumi comes first; even if Free is laidback, he's still part of the gang’s inner circle.

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Meeting Free

surprisingly enough, your relationship with Free did not begin as anything sexual.

It doesn't even begin as a friendship — it's difficult to describe a situation wherein you find a random lion in your house.

You think he was trying to rob you.

You fainted, of course.

When you awoke, you found yourself on the floor with a nasty ache in your back and a note nearby.

The words were scribbled hastily in print; “WILL VISIT AGAIN SOON”.

You filed a police report, but nothing came of it— other an officer’s promise that the station would keep an eye out for “any suspicious characters”.

The police station is blind, you concluded. Reason being, the lion returned exactly a week later.

Now, Free (as you’ve learnt is his name) just waltzes in and makes himself at home.

No matter how often you changed the locks or fortified the windows, Free found a way in.

It was almost like a game for the feline— you gave up on trying to keep him out.

Free had a nasty habit of not taking off his dirty ass shoes before he put his feet up on your white couch.

As your relationship progressed, he became more mindful of his behaviour— though, it took him a while to remember not to put his shoes all over your furniture.

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Gifts

you grew used to the lion visiting you randomly. Sometimes, Free did not visit you empty handed.

Free gave you an expensive phone— albeit one with a cracked screen, a watch that smelled like seawater and a couch with red polka-dots to replace the one he dirtied with the grime at the bottom of his shoe.

It took you ten minutes of cleaning your “brand-new” sofa to realise that the red spots were not part of the original design.

It was definitely best not to ask Free where exactly he sourced his gifts from.

You eventually began to feel a bit poorly about receiving things from him all the time.

The first time you presented Free with a gift, he shut down.

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During his visits, Free liked to make use of your bathroom. He always set his suit, tie and shoes one side while he cleaned himself (and used up all your hot water in the process).

It was inevitable that you would notice the wrinkles, and the scuff marks.

You couldn't have something so unkempt in your house. It wasn't an issue for you to do a quick spot of ironing.

Even the shoes could be made presentable— you just had to wipe them off and apply a bit of black polish.

When Free realised what you had done, he seemed to be speechless. Just when you expected to hear a “Thank you Y/N”, God quickly brought you back to reality.

“You're going to do this sort of thing from now on?” He held the suit jacket up by its sleeves, as if searching for the wrinkles he knew were no longer present.

You shrugged. “If you keep your shoes off my couch, then sure,”

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You thought that your gift would encourage him to visit more often, but for a whole month, Free did not visit you.

You wondered if the police had finally caught the bastard— but, after a month, he returned as if nothing had ever happened.

After that, he no longer showered at your place.

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Free’s Thoughts & Motivations

this ‘relationship’ was the longest one Free had ever been in.

The lion who bathed in the revelry of the Black Market now looked forward not just to bloodshed, but to movie marathons and hearing you bitch about your neighbours.

The fear of this casualty metamorphosing into something serious . . . something permanent, compelled Free to leave you alone for a while to collect his thoughts.

He only visited you because your home was a convenient place to rest before returning to the Mansion.

(The night you met him, he'd broken in to avoid a police patrol in the area.)

The presents were bribes to keep you complacent.

(Though . . . maybe he felt a bit bad about ruining your sofa.)

As much as your gesture touched him, Free wanted nothing in return.

Your gift was proof that you held some kind of affection for him.

Free returned to the Mansion feeling quite warm inside that day, but he didn't dare shower at your place again.

The affection that you held for him, no matter how miniscule, was addictive.

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Dating

The others didn't pay much attention to it when Free casually mentioned that he had a “friend" outside of the Black Market.

The inner circle grew suspicious when he refused to elaborate further.

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“It's time that we address the elephant in the room.” Dolph gave a pointed look at the only empty chair in the room.

Free’s chair.

The others around the table nodded once in solemn agreement. Then, someone raised their hand.

Dolph’s expression seemed to soften the smallest amount. “Yes, Agata?”

“Who’s going to kill him if we find out he’s planning to leave the gang? I would volunteer but my shoulder's still healing from that last gang war—”

Before the scar-faced lion could reply, Ibuki interjected. “This is Free we are discussing— he would not betray the Shishigumi in such a manner. There's no need to discuss things like that,”

He tapped a claw against the table, “In any case, we will get to the bottom of this. Tonight.”

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A Cause For Concern

you thought that you were being paranoid.

You hoped that you weren't really being followed.

There was no mistaking it.

Everywhere you went, everytime you went outside, it was there.

A singular black car.

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“Eh? What are you panicking about?” You heard Free's voice, but you didn't respond. You tossed your car keys, and they landed on the kitchen table.

You sped over to the windows. With one, great motion, you drew them, only stopping when the entire house was draped in darkness.

“There’s this black car . . . It’s been tailing me all weekend,” Though your voice was calm, your hands were shaking as you made your way back to the couch.

Free grew thoughtful, but only for the briefest of moments. He waved dismissively, and lapped one leg over the other, pulling you onto his lap with his free arm.

“Don’t worry about it. Just the Shishigumi being the Shishigumi. They won't break in or anything,”

Silence hung in the air only for half a minute, before Free added, “Probably won't, anyways,”

But, you are more focused on the s-word, rather than on what they may or may not do to your home.

“Shishigumi . . .?” The word was foreign on your tongue, but it was not entirely unfamiliar.

You didn't move off of his lap, but you gently pried off the hands that held your waist in place.

If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that Free looked just a bit . . . hurt by your actions. Still, he got the message and his hands remained at either side of himself.

You were grateful for that much.

“I didn't stutter,” The lion tsked. His hand slid over his mane. He was antsy about something, thag much you knew.

When Free next spoke, his voice was low. His chin rest atop your head, and you could easily feel the calming vibration of his throat.

“It doesn't bother you, right?”

A sigh escaped your lips. You pinched your nose. You internally debated strangling him for daring to ask something with such an obvious answer.

Of course you would mind! You felt as if you had always known Free was part of some illegal operation— but, it had never crossed your mind to assume the lion was in an actual gang!

No . . . that was a lie.

The thought had crossed your mind. You willed the thought to go away everytime it reared its ugly head.

“No, I don't mind, Free. I don't mind at all.”

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Going Steady

Free talked things out with his colleagues— that's what he told you, at least.

The ominous black vehicle that stalked your every move disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

Life went back to normal, though, the visitor's list expanded by eight more lions.

Ibuki and Dolph were infrequent visitors— if they stopped by, then you knew it was on important business.

Agata often fetched your groceries, so you saw him often.

Miguel, Dope and Jinma visited infrequently, but were not as rare to see as Ibuki and Dolph.

Hino, like Agata, was a regular. He mostly crashed in your guest room— apparently, it was easier to fall asleep at your place.

Once every few months, Sabu would deliver your groceries instead of Agata. He seemed nice enough, but you found him to be intimidating as hell.

For better or for worse, Free begun spending nights at your house.

It would be wrong to call him a freeloader, though.

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“There's ten grand in here . . .” You murmured to yourself. You turned the envelope over in your hands. Your name was written on the side, in Free's chickenscratch penmanship.

But, there was also a note; “10K. RENT MONEY FOR Y/N.”

[couldyouspeakmyname]

Hello, love your shishigumi writting! Was wondering if you can write them on what would it be like for them to be parents ( how they react when learning they will be dads, how they act towards their child, how they raise them ect..) thank you for your dedication :)

I live for wholesome content!! Pretty long so I hope you don't mind. Since I'd like these to be kindaaa wholesome I'm doing these post prison (and Ibuki lives (fight me))

I made these kinda short, so if you want more or it’s not what you want, feel free to resend!

Sorry for any mistakes, my hand is getting worse 

- Maeve

Learning they're going to be fathers

Ibuki

Initially? Panic. He doesn’t think he’s going to be a good father. His parents sold him for parts, or tried to. How is he supposed to know how to raise a cub of his own? Tries to calm himself, but you can tell he’s worried and stressed You two end up having a long talk. Ibuki would never abandon you. He’s going to be there, he’s just a little...frazzled

Free

Heart Attack He has to sit down, and is having an internal crisis. He loves and supports you, but he wasn’t planning on this.  How is a guy like him going to raise a kid? You...may have to console him for a bit. Don’t take it personally. He’ll come around pretty quick (to the point where he can get smothering). 

Dolph

Drops whatever he’s holding.  He doesn’t seem excited, and he’s not...yet. He’s worried. Are you going to be okay? Can you afford them? His first priority is making a plan to make sure nothing is going to go wrong. You may have to remind him to take a moment just to relax and feel. 

Agata

He’s excited. He’s not really thinking ahead, and just picks you up and spins you around.  May or may not cry He’s asking you all sorts of questions. When are you due? How long have you known? When do you get to know if it’s a boy or a girl? 

Miguel

Calm about the whole thing. He just kind of accepts it, but then runs into a wall or trips.  It takes a while to set it. He’s so calm, it’s hard to tell how he’s feeling He has to sit down, but the smile creeps in. He’s excited.  He’s also planning your diet in his head for the next nine months. Cravings or not you’re going to eat and exercise accordingly

Sabu

Somehow...Already knew (it’s a feline thing) Just hands you a pile of paperwork. He’s already scouted doctors he thinks you two could trust, along with potential daycares, playgrounds...When did he have the time?  Gives you this half smile. He’s excited.  Silently demands you cuddle with him (grabby paws)

Jinma

Chokes a little when you tell him His brain is loading. You know the wheels are turning, but you don’t know why He’s calculating the best areas for them to go to school When he gets out of his head, he’s excited. Expect a big hug

Dope

He freezes, and sits up, reading your face for any signs it’s a prank When he realizes you’re serious, a slow smile spreads across his face. He gives you the BIGGEST hug, nuzzling his face into your neck. He says things you can’t understand because his voice is muffled, but his voice is warm and affectionate

Hino

Asks you to repeat yourself. When you do, he pinches himself. Is he dreaming? When you assure him that, no, he’s not dreaming, his face lights up. It’s one of the rare times that you’ve seen him not look tired.  He gets up, and gracefully like he does, grabs your hand and waist, and soon you two are dancing in the kitchen.  Lots of kisses, and snuggles. He’s going to be glued to your side from now on

How they act towards their kid

Ibuki

When they’re born, terrified. He hides it really well, but he’s so worried he’s going to hurt them He has that moment when they grab his finger in their little paws, and he melts  Adores them. Overprotective dad, almost babies them a bit to much. Skinned knee? Ibuki knows it’s not a big deal, but every part of him wants to run them to the hospital, just in case. Ibuki is that kinda dad that while he doesn’t show a lot of emotions, his kid knows deep down Ibuki would move mountains for them. He saves all their school work, knows all their friends, and asks about their day. 

Free

Also very nervous, until he gets to hold them. After that? He’s thrilled.  “Babe, look what we made!”  Probably sends pictures to all the Shishigumi and Louis. You may have to ask for your kid back, Free wont want to put them down. Probably fainted when you gave birth ngl Adores them. You’d be hard pressed to find anyone who is more easy going and supportive.  Never goes a day without giving them a hug and asking them about their day. Pouts if they’re in bed before he gets home

Dolph

Holding them for the first time, he gets this peaceful look on his face. He never looked more relaxed That dad that doesn’t want to get up when they cry, but if you try to go instead, he gets up in an instant.  You’d think no one could look scary holding an infant, but Dolph does.  While he looks serious and scary, he’s actually a big teddy bear. Will play pretend, and make a fool of himself in order to make his child happy.  That dad that goes the extra mile. He’s serious about being the best father he can, and if he has to sacrifice his pride, he’ll do it. 

Agata

Cries when he holds his kid. He tries not to, but he does.  That dad that loves spending all of his free times with his family. His mom was pretty abusive, so he tries to go out of his way to be supportive and loving. He wants to make sure his child is never  going to be afraid of their parents.  Always there if his kid wants to talk about anything, doesn’t matter what time it is. Takes a big interest in their interests. If they want to info dump about their new favorite thing, he’s going to let them. 

Miguel

Afraid he’s going to break them. He’s a big guy, and holding them kinda makes him nervous, but once he does he’s grinning like a fool and has to sit close to you. Almost never puts them down. If he’s home, he has them.  Loves to spend time with them. When they get older he teaches them how to cook  He doesn’t talk much, but is a great listener. He’s also great at knowing when something is wrong without them saying anything. He lets them vent. 

Sabu

Kind of afraid his scars will make them cry, and he almost doesn’t want to hold them. He does, and just silently smiles down at them. He’s beaming.  Awkward when they’re young. He doesn’t know how to relax or deal with an infant, but he learns.  Their kid isn’t ever afraid of the boogy man. Their dad is about ten times more terrifying Has a memory like a trap, and remembers everything. He has saved them from forgetting when an assignment is due more than once. 

Jinma

Jinma likes to plan, and so having a baby means most of his plans go out the window. This boy is STRESSED. None of his Black Market knowledge applies, and he’s kind of lost.  Once they’re born? Who needs plans? He’s got everything he needs right here. Spends all his free time with you two. Every milestone they reach, he’s thrilled. He tries to keep ‘records’ but really? It’s a scrap book. Don’t laugh.  Can be a little smothering with schedules and timelines, and you may have to tell him to back off so he doesn’t stress your kid out. On the plus side, if they’re ever worried about tasks that seem to big, Jinma breaks them down and does whatever he can to make it easier. They have a 10 page paper? Don’t worry, it’s not due for two weeks. Just do a few pages a day, and he’ll help you. No need to stress. Dad has a plan. 

Dope

Attached the moment he holds them Matching eye brows matching eyebrows Very perceptive and good at reading body language. While it pays off when they’re little, since they very obviously show any mischief. When they’re older, he’s going to know when they’re upset.  You’re a team, and the things you handle better, he’s going to let you do them. You work very well as a family unit, and he’s great at communication.  Talks out any problems or feelings with your kid. If they just want ‘vent time and no solutions’ he’ll just listen. If they ask him for a solution, he’ll give them one. He never wants them to be afraid to talk to him. 

Hino

Doesn’t want to put your baby down. Only does it when they need a nap, and he’s more than happy to nap next to them (he never sleeps in the bed with them for safety reasons) Can’t sleep well until you and your baby is sleeping Hino is a silent support. He’s used his looks for so long, that he’s lacking in a lot of areas. Even so, he’s willing to get down and dirty if he needs to. He wants his kid to be happy, and loved for more than just their appearance. 

How they Raise them

Ibuki

A firm but loving father. His dream for his child is for them to graduate High School. Ibuki never had any real education, and he’d like to see them achieve something he couldn’t. Ibuki doesn’t care if they’re a perfect student, just that they managed to accomplish that goal. 

Worries wayyy to much. The world is ugly, and Ibuki tries a little to hard to shield his kid from how nasty it really is. While Ibuki will teach them self defense, he wont tell them why he knows so much about fighting, or why he’s so good at it. 

No matter where you go, please call him to make sure he knows your safe. 

Free

Loves spending time with his family and kid, but very hands off in decision making. Will he let them run with a knife? No, but is he going to stop them if they play a game that can be a little dangerous? Also no.

Very big on the whole concept of ‘A skinned knee is just another battle scar’ His kids are going to be pretty independent and rough and tumble. He’s not the kind of guy to smother and baby them once they’re old enough to learn consequence. 

That being said, very supportive of whatever you’re into, even if he doesn’t get it. He’s their number one fan and cheerleader. Doesn’t matter if they like painting, writing, sports, 

Dolph

Surprisingly, a pretty low key dad. While he’s serious at work, around other, he’s really relaxed around his family. You know that dad that all your friends are nervous around? But he’s actually really nice? Who do you think ordered the three pizzas?

Would like his child to graduate High School, since he has no formal education. Tries to support whatever you’re doing, even if it confuses him. 

Doesn’t get a lot of the young ‘Hip’ Memes/jokes, but will make dad ones all the time. Sort of becomes a mem in and of himself. This meme

Agata

The kind of dad you know you can always come to, even if you fucked up really bad. 

Rarely gets angry, and is great at communication. He raises his child to be themselves, whatever that is. He doesn’t want them to feel the social pressure that comes with a lion heritage, and instills the idea that while that can’t change what they are, they can change who they become

Also that dad that their friends love to hang out with, since he keeps up with a lot of modern slang/memes/dances ect. 

Miguel

The fitness dad. He always has food, and it’s always healthy. He always cooks for his kid, and their friends. He also lives cooking their lunches, and is appalled by some of the foods their friends have. I wouldn’t be surprised if he starts cooking for most of his kids friends 

Always a silent support. He’ll be the dad who just listens to whatever they have to say, and lets them vent before offering advice. 

While Miguel isn’t outwardly scary, he’s the winner of ‘My dad could beat your dad in a fight!’ He never has to, but he can. 

Raises his child to be confident in their own body and strength, but not to have an ego about it. 

Sabu

Sabu still doesn’t talk a lot, but he’s always there when his kid needs him, not matter what time or what for. 

That dad that terrifies the teachers at conferences, but is actually really reasonable. 

Really involved in whatever his kid is doing. If they’re doing sports he’s lurking in the stands. Art work? At the gallery. Do they just really like to write? Probably buys those cool journals you see at bookstores. Kind of becomes a local cryptid since he freaks a number of people out by just lurking. He has no clue about it either. 

Always treats his kid like a small adult. That includes consequences for actions, and following through with those consequences. If they don’t do their homework, game systems/phone is taken away.

Jinma

Jinma raises his kid to do a lot of critical thinking. Whne they’re young he likes to play board games and puzzles with them. Video games are not Jinma’s strong suit, but he tries. 

Loves being involved with school and schoolwork. Would really like his kid to graduate. He puts a lot of emphasis on schoolwork and learning. Your knowledge is one of the few things people can’t take away from you. 

Jinma has a lot of connections, and as his kid grows, it extends to normal life. Jinma will get discounts at store and know when the freshest food is to be put out at stores. He teaches his kid how to navigate connections like he does. 

Dope

Dopes kid is going to be very perceptive and amazing at communication. Dope raises them to be able to read body language and between the lines. 

Dope is also smart, and does a lot of traditional games with his kid, but is open to more modern ones. Dope will let his kid win about 80% of the time, but will beat them once or twice just to keep them on their toes.

Dope is a parent who helps with projects and is more than likely going to be part of the PTA. He would really love for his kid to go to college, but wont force them. 

Hino

It takes Hino picking his kid up from school once for him to become the dad all their friends have a crush on, and who the teachers always want to hit on. Hino is quick to shut them down.

Hino teaches his kid to have confidence, no matter what kind of body they have, it’s all about attitude. 

Hino tries to teach his child to be confident and to care about their friends. Hino is very close to the other members of the Shishigumi, who like him for more than his looks. Hino wants his kid to find a group of friends who accept them for them. 

Hino is also very supportive, and is always there for his kid, no matter what. 

[utapriyanderes]

Here’s the revised version:

Can you do a Yandere!HEAVENS (Eichii, Kira, Van and Yamato) when their s/o knocks them out in an act of self-defense when they're about to take things a bit too far (e.g. smashes a vase on their head). Thinking she's killed them, it causes her to flee in fright. Once she is gone, they get up and I let you decide what happens afterwards

Thank you so much for the ask and resending it in! I hope you enjoy it~!

(Edit: I wrote this then reread the ask, so this isn't necessarily out of self defense and just something they decided to try to get out of their captivity, but I still hope you enjoy it either way and if you would like it to be self defense then I can try again and you can just resend it. Though I hope you still enjoy it!)

Eiichi Otori:

    I ran out of the house as fast as I could. I quickly go into the garage and check to see which car this key works for before finding the right one. I'm quick to go into it and drive off, far away from this place. I don't take a single look back, taking in a long deep breath of air accepting my new found freedom.

    Part of me can't believe I actually did it! All it took was a swift hit in the back of the head with the alarm clock and then he instantly went down. I can't help but to laugh to myself at the whole ordeal. Why haven't I tried that sooner? Though it doesn't matter now since he can't take me back. He's dead after all.

    With that thought I drive. I drive as far away as I can until I need gas in the car. Thankfully I took his wallet with me so I can fill up the car and keep going. When the tank is full I go inside and pay the cashier the proper amount. I leave the store and start to walk back, but someone grabs me. They put a hand over my mouth and pull me into a dark corner where no lights are.

    "Did you really think it could be that easy Angel?" I can't help but to tense at that voice.

    "How about we go back home and talk this out?" I hear his voice right beside my ear. I start to kick and scream, anything to be noticed so I don't have to go back with him. Though no one is getting gas this late at night, and the cashier most likely can't hear me. So I'm stuck being dragged by him, being placed into the same car I drove away with. He puts me in the backseat and buckles me in. He then handcuffs my wrists to the top of the front passenger seat so I can't unbuckle myself.

    He then moves to the driver's seat and starts the car. He glances back at me with a smile on his face.

    "How about we go for a drive first? I should let you experience this one last time before I truly put you in a cage Angel."

Kira Sumeragi:

    I shift my eyes over from the back of his head to the vase full of flowers right beside me. He made the vase himself and gifted it to me to tell me how much he loves me. Though if he loves me then why would he keep me locked up like this? Which is also why I have to do this. If he loves me then he will understand.

    I grab the vase slowly to not disturb the quietness of the room. I take the flowers and place them back down. Then slowly I move towards him. As soon as I'm close enough I raise the vase as much as I can then smash it over his head. He goes down right then and there.

    I'm quick to then go find the keys and slip on my shoes. I put the front door key in the lock and turn it. Hearing the satisfaction of the door unlocking, I run out into the cool night. I'm so happy with being free that I don't even know where to run to. I just run and feel the fresh chilly breeze go across my cheeks as I run around aimlessly.

    I finally stop once I need to catch my breath. I stop by a lamp post and start to figure out a location to go to. Anywhere where people are should be good. In fact I should probably go to the police station, but I don't want to end up in another jail if I'm blamed for killing my "boyfriend" despite it being self defense. So I think it over. After a moment of thinking I reason that somewhere crowded would be the best option, but now to find somewhere that is crowded this late at night.

    Then, in the darkness of the night I see something move out of the corner of my eye. I look over in the direction I saw it coming from but see nothing. I can feel fear starting to creep up within me and decide that it's best to keep moving. Even though he's not around anymore, it doesn't mean someone else isn't here. So I start running, though I don't go far.

    I'm pulled back into someone and can feel something being placed over my mouth, a cloth with some weird smelling chemicals on it, but chemicals I know all too well.

    "It's... alright… (Y/N)... I'm here… for you… now." Those words in that voice are the only thing I remember hearing before my eyelids droop down and close. Then quickly after, I fall limp into his arms.

Van Kiryuin:

    I slowly back up. I look down at his lifeless body and drop the bat that I used to do it. After looking at him for a good minute I run as fast as I can. As soon as I'm out I grab the bike against "our" place and start pedaling. I pedal until I feel safe enough to finally slow down.

    I take a moment to consider my options before stopping at a diner that still seems to be open. I pedal up and then put the bike in the bicycle rack before entering. I walk past the one other customer in there and head towards a corner table. I quickly pick up the menu to look at what they have to offer. While looking at the food my stomach lets out a loud growl. Disrupting the quiet atmosphere.

    Though instead of being embarrassed I just end up ordering my food when the waitress comes by. Then as soon as my food comes, I dig right in. By the time I'm done with my satisfying meal I hear someone else come in. I don't pay much notice to who it is as I get up to go pay. Except all of a sudden, I'm called out to.

    "Hey, (N/N)-chan! I'm so happy to see that you're safe n' sound!" When I hear his voice it makes me almost want to lurch up all the food I just ate.

    "Don't worry, I'll cover this one." He flashes me a smile and pays for my meal. I use this opportunity to go outside and grab my bike. Yet when I go to pull it out I can't move it. I try to pull at it a few times but find it no use. I take a closer look and see that it's locked in place. Letting out a shaky breath I decide to start running, but before I can, he grabbed my wrist.

    "Van, please…," I start pleading with him. He lets out a soft chuckle, "It's alright (N/N)-chan! Let's go back home and talk this out. There's nothin' a little talkin' can't fix after all."

Yamato Hyuga:

    I run and run as long as it takes me away from him. I pass street lights and buildings knowing with each step I'll be farther away from him and a step closer to safety. Even when my feet need a rest and my lungs are burning for me to stop, I keep going. I might be free now and he may be dead, but it doesn't mean I'm actually safe.

    Though eventually I do stop. I hunch over to catch my breath once I can't take it anymore. A block up ahead I notice an entrance for a nightclub. I decide to go up a little and sneak in with a crowd of people going in. Once inside I'm hit with the loud atmosphere and can smell the booze coming from some people surrounding me. I decide to go hide in a corner of the bar and just observe everything for now and to take a short rest. As soon as I'm feeling better I'll head out once again.

    I look around the venue but mostly stay focused on the front after finding a back exit door if needed. I also wave off the bartender knowing that I'll need to stay focused. I end up thanking myself for it a minute later when I see him walking in. My heart can't help but to drop. Yet quietly I get off my stool and start to make my way onto the dance floor in hopes the crowd and flashing lights will cover me.

    I then start to make my way towards the back exit but in the middle of making my way there I feel someone grab my arm. My heart picks up speed as I turn around. Orange eyes are staring back at me. He gives me a smirk before looking up to notice the door that I was going towards. He then pushes me along as gently as he can until we are out of the club.

    As soon as we are out I try to yank myself free from him, "L-Let go of me!" I shout at him also in hopes someone might hear. He's quick to cover my mouth with one of his hands.

    "Did you really think a pot was going to do me in? It takes a lot more than that to get rid of me." Yamato looks at me challengingly. I glare back into his orange orbs trying to spread to him my distaste.

    "Heh, I'll forgive you this once. If ya don't make a sound as I bring ya back home." I don't want to give in. I want my freedom. Yet I know that if I don't give in then I'll have even less freedom than he already gives me at home. I refuse to be kept in a cage that small, so I give him a nod, making him remove his hand. He then moves his other hand from my upper arm to my hand.

    "Let's get going then." We start to walk hand in hand back home. To anyone who passes us by they probably see a couple taking a midnight stroll together… but if only they knew what this relationship really was.

[under-the-cherrytree]

Hi Author Cherry! Can I have a matchup? It's my first time asking for something like this so bear with me.

I'm bisexual with a male lean. My height is around 5'7 (170 cm). I'm pretty good with my hands and am involved with a lot of artistic hobbies such as drawing and photography. People usually describe me as weird. (which I am fond of) I can be old-fashioned with my taste in music and fashion. I prefer darker colors over pastel.

I'm an INxP (typed on cognitive functions) though I can gravitate towards INTP and ENTP more sometimes. My horoscope is Sagittarius. I like to travel and go outdoors a lot.

I'm a lover of horror movies since I grew up with them. I read sometimes and one of my favorite genres are mystery and fantasy. I like to learn and study about astrology in my free time as well. I listen to lounge music and K-pop a lot.

My ideal trait in somebody is intelligence, somebody with wit is already enough to make me adore them.

I'm sorry if this was too long. Thank you so much!

(Apologies for resending. Please ignore the last ask I sent.)

author cherry- something about that makes me feel so proud of myself, thank you-<3

this isnt long at all, the more information the better is how i see it!!

WOOOO I HAVE ENERGY LETS GET RIGHT INTO THIS-

It is my honor to match you up with…

Amane Yugi~!!!

- While his grades don’t show it, Amane is really smart

- Sit with him for five minutes and he will rant about the stars

- When you start studying astrology, please invite him over

- He will drop anything he is doing to be able to study his favorite thing with the person he loves

- He is a fan of horror movies as well but when it comes to jump scares he can be a bit of a chicken holding a blanket above his head

- He loves the mysteries genre as well so if you heard of a new mystery book please do tell him!!

- He loves to look at your drawings or photos you took

- He is so amazed that you did this, you are so perfect to him

- He will steal your sketchbook/photos you took and look through them

- He will also tease about how you should take photos of him

- If you ever do he will be flustered-

- He 100% agrees with your style and music taste

- He will ask you to send him playlists you made because he says you have the best music taste out of anyone he knows

- He will try and seem extra smart around you too to impress you-

[rhmg-au]

Heyo, it’s Swanno again! A lil update on stuffs! Please do take a lil time to read c:

First of all, I’m doing okayish atm? Managing on stuffs ya know. Figuring life stuff n all that crap. Still a bit down and out at times but yeah.

Second! The actual update about this blog!

Well, yeah, you’ve probs noticed the lack of update as of late and I apologize about it. I’m gonna change just some stuff around, nothing major I suppose. But not to worry, I will be trying to get back into gear and continue the story! The story ain’t over yet :]

HOWEVER, I’ve been thinking about clearing the current inbox because it’s getting a little cluttered and confusing and some of the asks don’t really drive the story forward. I don’t mind fun or off storyish asks, but things like yelling negative stuff about/towards Galeforce and Dr. V just takes up so much and it is overwhelming for me personally. They’re evil ya, but uh, (gestures) Those ask won’t really do anything.

Welp! (claps hand) Hoping to start nice and sorta fresh!

Here’s what’s currently happening as reference!

- Green just got out of his maintenance and heading to join the others for some game night!

- Reginald is probably still a little upset in his quarters.

- Toppats are still in danger.

........... ᵇᶻᶻᵗ ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃᶦᵗᵒʳ ᵇᶻᶻᵗ ᵇᶻᶻᵗ ᵂᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ’ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵒⁿ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ˢᶦᵈᵉ ᵇᶻᶻᶻᵗ ʰᵉˡˡᵒ..ˀ

Thank you for reading and understanding everyone! With this, the ask box is back open! Feel free to resend your asks if you wish!

[fakeloveaskblog]

Hey, 'tis The Local Demon speaking again! This is the greetings message I mentioned, and I've also taken the liberty to compile some stuff for all our convenience while I was at it?

(If I forgot anyone or you need me to update/change anything, just say so, any of you! Then I can resend it without my diatribes and with the appropriate info! …Now to stop speaking in ‘!’s {exclamation signs} because they prbbly make me sound too loud even through a written medium and let's get into it.)

Usual Blog Watchers / VoidDemonGhosts? Preferred Addresses And Pronouns

• Blog Owner / Lukas (?)

He/him (also okay with they/them)

[Already sent the other ask, but I still wanna say that I hope you're okay and your writing is great! I was very happy to read your response too, so I guess that makes two of us. Also I would so enjoy a hug from a big teddy bear, you have no idea, thanks a lot for the sentiment. And I loved your mental description for me a while back as that void in the corner from whence all darkness comes (and the occasional plushie gets thrown out off), it got a chuckle outta me. Anyway I have no idea how to write send offs so maybe remember to drink some water? Missed writing asks for you!]

• The Local Demon

They/Them (MAYBE he/him?)

[This being me! And oh boy do I agree with your original answer to the pronouns ask, blog owner — it is a very confusing time indeed for me as well. Gender is weird, among other things. I shall needlessly apologize again for the long absence, everything is ugh, but I have successfully caught up now! And it only took me a day, so that's something! Expect that third ask (or more) in a bit, if you do decide to use it (or any of them, in case I do write more today or divide what I have into pieces). Since I'm thinking it may cause something drastic to happen in the story if you do, and this ultimately is your story, so feel free to take what you want from my contributions to it as always]

• ~Ghost

She/Xe/He

[I love how you just stated that! My, do I admire your confidence, I could never! /gen …I also want you to know that I singsong your nickname every time you sign it. I interpreted ‘~’ as that the first time I saw it and now I cannot stop. I physically cannot unsee it. This is not a problem at all btw, I am having fun doing that. You have my respects and it was lotsa fun to read your asks!]

• Hi, Me Again / Lawnmower Ghost / Glow Eyes

She/her

['ey fellow aro aye!!!! I know we didn't really have the time to figuratively cross paths, but I wanna say your facts were entertaining to read and I admire your valiant attempts to fix this asshole of a Virgil. I was glad to see it and commend you for trying — your ask was very well written! — yet I too have tried before, and sadly it panned out as well in the story as you might've guessed. Considering how worse things got in-universe on that front, you actually had far better results in hindsight, so kudos to you! …To be fair to me though, I did punch him I think, so that might've harmed my chances a little. (…I am also glad you mostly kept Remus company while I was gone, so to speak. Was kinda afraid everybody would sent asks focusing elsewhere, and so I wouldn't find much on him when I got back. Which is kinda silly, now I think about it.)]

• Snail / 🐌🕸

(Agender) Any/all pronouns, including neos

[Which is very cool of you btw! You are just generally very gool. That is a weird portmanteau combination of the words ‘good’ and ‘cool’ that kind of appropriately sounds like ‘goo’, now that I've reread it. Don't ask me where it came from. I am currently up far past midnight at the original moment of writing this, and some cables got crossed in my brain when I tried to write one or the other, so I just wrote it that way the first time. Aaand… I'm not gonna go fix it now that I've noticed, cuz it's there now and who am I to argue with my own brain — I mean, no more than usual at least. Point being, since I guess the word exists now, I suppose you are very gool indeed. /lh]

And that should be all I think. Bit of a long ask, but hopefully the formatting will help on that front…? Now @/everyone come be appreciated by an absentee demon! /hj

thanks for compiling all thsi stuff C: my name is indeed still Lukas. I got my big teddy bear to hug the laptop screen so hopefully some of that hug energy transfers over to you 🐻 aw you missed writing asks for lil ol me 🥺 i missed reading your asks C:

it only took you A DAY to catch up!??? That is Wild! You must read so fast holy shit. Well after reading that I'm pretty excited to see that story altering ask. Just so you know it hasn't arrived yet in the inbox. I think we're quite close in time zones? so I kinda hope you choose to catch some extra sleep instead of staying up finishing it. But in case tumblr has eaten the ask I hope you saved it somewhere. I already have 2 asks saved up that I can use to progress the story but I don't got much time to write rn (i uhhh i forgot to write a history essay whoops) so I can wait and read your ask before really digging into those 2 asks

[rivetwrites]

K so yesterday was my bf birhtday and i planned surprise for him so I got a littlr distant with him so,yesterday when we came back home he told me that he had to talk with me bout something and then he ask "are u cheating on me?" And i was like no bitch wtf soo i told him the whole story and his face was priceless i was laughing so hard.soo the question is may i request the same situation but with Shuchi Rantaro and Hajime?like they think their S/O is cheating on them but they are only preparing a surprise:D

Have an amazing day!

//omg!!! hopefully you and your bf had a nice day yesterday!! ofc!! i’ll make them into small oneshots as well, since i think it would fit the question much better! but if you want me to rewrite it as headcanons, feel free to resend!

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Hajime, Shuichi, and Rantaro thinking their S/O is cheating on them

Under cut for length!

Hajime Hinata

It was the morning of January 1st, your boyfriend’s birthday! Thankfully it was a day off for the both of you, so you could get to work on his surprise! You knew he was probably still sleeping away at his own dorm, so you had plenty of time before he decided to come to yours to spend time with you. Nagito offered to keep him at bay for you to get his birthday breakfast ready!

Hajime had woken up way earlier than he wanted to, reaching over to look at his phone. No text message from you. How odd, you’ve always given him a good morning message as soon as you woke up! He had gotten out of bed and thrown on a jacket. It was hella cold outside, and your dorm was on the other side of the street. He had opened up the door, letting out a yelp of surprised to Nagito’s face directly into his. “Hajime!! Good morning and happy birthday!!” Komaeda exclaimed, his pale hands resting on Hajime’s shoulders. He took a few steps back, “Th-thanks, Nagito...uhm...can you move out of the way? I need to get to S/O.” Nagito’s expression dropped at the sound of your name, “Y-you can’t! You have to wait a bit, okay? They’re very busy and tired!”

He was already suspicious already. Nagito doesn’t even know where your dorm is, let alone already talked to you this morning. He pushed by the taller male, leaving out the front door of his dorm with Nagito trailing behind him. Hajime luckily had an extra key to your dorm for emergencies, he used it to open the door. You had just started to get your coat on to go retrieve your boyfriend, so you two collided as soon as he stepped into the door. “Are you cheating on me? With Nagito of all people??” He wailed, blocking the door from you leaving. A look of confusion took over your face as Hajime noticed the smell of breakfast. “..no? I was setting up a surprise for you!” You grinned, stepping aside to let Hajime in. Your boyfriend nearly busted Nagito’s head open, but he had a wave of relief as he just realized that he was just covering for you. But in his defense, Nagito was acting suspicious! Honestly, when isn’t Nagito acting suspicious?

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi had just woken up to an empty bed, his hand patting around for you blindly as he wanted to have a bit of morning birthday cuddles! But once he realized that you weren’t there, he sat up fully, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he looked around for you. Usually you would be here to cuddle him! He got up from his bed, throwing on his uniform as he went out to search for you.

You were out in front of the academy, speaking very quietly to Kaito as you looked around oddly suspiciously. You didn’t want Shuichi to sneak up on the both of you planning something for his birthday! Kaito abruptly stopped talking, a bead of sweat appearing on his face as you turned to look at Shuichi approaching the both of you. “...What’s...going on?” He asked, furrowing his brows to the both of you. Kaito excused himself fairly quickly, saying that he needed to do his morning training with his bros before he bolted away.

That did it, an expression of confusion and distress appeared on Shuichi’s face as you turned back to him. “Nothing’s going on, hun! J-just having a chat.” You were a shit liar, but to your defense, Shuichi had to deal with Kokichi for a long time, and he’s able to detect lies from a mile away. “S/O...? Is something going on with you and him?” He looked down at his shuffling feet. Shuichi hated accusing you of things, as he trusts you with his life, but this was very strange of you and Kaito. “A-are you...cheating on me? I-it’s okay, I’m not mad! I-I just want to-” You cut him off with your giggles, a shake to your head. “N-no! I’m not supposed to tell you, but it’s a surprise! Trust me, everything’s fine, you’ll see later!” It was the best you could do without telling him what was going on, but a wave of relaxation hit his face. He could tell you weren’t lying, and he couldn’t wait for his surprise!

Rantaro Amami

It was the afternoon, and Rantaro didn’t see you all morning. He was starting to get a bit nervous, thinking you had forgotten his birthday. But he knew you wouldn’t! You loved him and he loved you! He decided to go searching for you himself, as he was still a bit anxious about losing you like his sisters. He went to the library first, as you were a heavy regular there.

When he opened the door, he saw you and Kokichi huddled in the corner, your conversation abruptly stopping as you stepped away from him. From an outsiders perspective, it looked horrible. But you two were just discussing the best way to surprise Rantaro for his birthday! His eyes narrowed at the both of you, Kokichi looking nervous for once, “H-hey, Rantaro! How have you been? Haven’t seen you in awhile!” The small one was trying to defuse the situation, but Rantaro wasn’t having any of it.

“Kokichi, leave.” Rantaro sounded very disappointed, Kokichi taking the chance to escape from the tension in the air. You looked fairly confused, looking up at your boyfriend, “I-is something wrong, Rantaro?” You asked, grabbing one of his hands. “Are you cheating on me, S/O?” He asked. He wasn’t one to sugarcoat, which kind of hurt you heart slightly before reliving the situation in your head. You started to giggle, shaking you head, “No, of course not! Kokichi and I were planning something for your birthday! Well, now it’s not much of a surprise, but no, especially not with Kokichi.” His shoulders relaxed, his usual smile appearing on his face again before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead, “Alright. I’ll pretend I didn’t see or hear any of this, angel.”