#thanks for the request ♡

[eloquentcoconut]

Hello! I’d love to see a fic about Ace, Deuce and y/n having like a traumatic event that makes them all super attached to eachother and they’re almost constantly together and if one of them is away they all have different reactions like Ace gets super quiet, Deuce gets irritated easily and y/n getting super anxious. I’d really really love to see everyone’s reactions to this! Thank you so much!

Little Lies That Are Always On My Mind

Word Count: 2,349 words. 

TW: Bullying?

Synopsis: Ace, Deuce, and Y/N find themselves involved in a potionology accident of their own doing - surprise surprise. How are they going to sift through the lies and unravel the truth?  

Notes: I tried - y’all I really tried. 

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“Endless Night, an ancient but once a popular sleeping potion that allowed for the creator to infiltrate their victim’s dreams in order to access their memories, a rudimentary truth serum in today’s standards and I am being liberal with the word truth.” Professor Crewel cracked his whip against his desk, startling some of the students awake.

“Pay attention pups! I won’t be asking again so nicely IF there is a next time.” Professor Crewel began to write upon the black board.

“Endless Night was not 100% guaranteed that it would even work against the victim. Should the victim wake, suspect they’re in a dream, or their disbelief was pushed too far the potions effects would be null and void.”   

“Ace, why aren’t you stirring?’ Y/N whispered to their partner, nudging his side.

Ace jabbed a finger to his left. “That’s not my task! That’s Loosey-Deucey’s!” 

“No? I haven’t touched that ladle once. I’ve been adding the ingredients.” Deuce defended himself, side stepping to show off his collection of canisters as proof. 

“I’ve already put some of them in though…’ Y/N trailed off.

“But that was my job?” Adeuce said simultaneously. 

Y/N sighed and rubbed their head exacerbated. Ace and Deuce were their closest friends, they enjoyed their shenanigans and company dearly, but when it came to schoolwork, Y/N would trade them to professor Crewel for one dog kibble.  

Y/N turned to the duo once more. “Alright well I’ve put a twinge of sage and dried mint.”

“I thought it said a PINCH of sage and mint.” Deuce picked up their potionology textbook and began skimming the list.

“No way. I put a pluck of sage and dried coriander, you two need glasses or better brains.” Ace scoffed.  

Unbeknownst to the trio, their arguing had drawn attention. 

With a fierce crack of his whip, professor Crewel marched over to them. “No barking during my lecture, naughty puppies! You are all to stay behind after class and clean the entire room. Perhaps that will help you three learn to follow directions obediently. Start over.” 

“Yes professor.” We said at once. 

“It's your guys’ fault though. I called dibs first.” Ace whispered.

“Can it Ace.” Deuce mumbled, cleaning off his island. 

“Yeah, get bent.” Y/N flipped off Ace, turning around to examine the potionology textbook.

Professor Crewel coughed, “As I was saying, there is no margin for error. Even just one drop over, and the results would be disastrous to say the least. Sleep poisoning, restless slumber syndrome, and perceived dream world are just some of the few DIRE consequences.” Professor Crewel shot Y/N, Deuce and Ace a stern look.

Whilst people were milling about, caught up in their own business, the unattended cauldron began to bubble and brew with renewed vigor. Pink shimmering liquid squeaked as a violet sweet-smelling bubble floated to the top.

“UH! I don’t think it's supposed to be doing THAT!” Ace ran around the pot, pulling on his friends’ lab coat sleeves. 

“What?!” Deuce flinched back upon witnessing the overflowing cerulean goo.

“Huh?” Y/N jumped back as red spark clouds circled over the potions head.

A puff of black smoke, reminiscent of campfire marshmallows enveloped the trio, ushering them into a fitful slumber. 

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 Y/N, Ace, and Deuce are nothing short of a miracle case. It's a marvel in itself that they were able to wake at all. At least, that's what the staff at the infirmary would tell themselves. They weren’t pleased in the slightest when they awoke one by one.

Disoriented, the trio was able to find comfort once spotting one another, but why did they wake up alone?

“Do you guys know what happened?” Y/N asked tentatively. 

Deuce rubbed the left side of his head and scrunched up his face as he recalled the memory. “...We… Our potion exploded?”

“For a dream potion, I find it odd I didn’t dream at all. Just a flash...” Ace trailed off, outstretching his own hands in front of himself, confirming their reality. 

“A flash of black. More like a blink. I don’t feel any different?” Y/N finished. 

A half bear half human violently yanked the privacy curtains. “If that’s all you're going to do is lie there and take up space, get out.” The head nurse scowled and quite literally chased them out. 

The trio were left stunned and lost. Standing outside the infirmary doors, they looked up at midnight blue sky, encrusted with diamonds. No one had informed them what had happened, and no one had waited for them. 

Ace checked his phone. It was still the same day, 0 messages. 

A fast-paced puff ball darted by their line of sight. Y/N tilted their head to the side. “I’ve never seen a black rabbit on the school grounds before.” 

“A black rabbit?” Deuce perked up, albeit cautiously.   

“Why are you bringing up rabbits?” Ace questioned, pocketing his phone as they walked.

“I just saw one, anyway it doesn’t matter.” Y/N waved it off. There is a forest nearby, it really isn’t so strange an animal could roam the grounds. “But isn’t it odd that not a single person reached out to us?”

“Maybe it wasn’t that serious?” Deuce attempted to comfort the duo, himself included.

“Still…” Y/N wasn’t convinced, and the looks on Ace and Deuce were confirmation. 

Ace looked around and asked, “can we stay over at Ramshackle tonight?” 

“Sure.” Y/N reassured. 

Deuce fretted over the knick knacks on his coat. “Don’t we need permission though… I don’t want to get into even more trouble.” 

“If our own classmates, peers, and dorm cannot even manage a ‘get well soon’ DM, I say screw them and let them figure it out.” Ace crossed his arms over his head in a relaxed pose but looked off to the side frowning. 

“...Yeah.” Deuce dropped his hands and continued his walk with more certainty. 

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The night was ordinary and serene. Y/N, Deuce, and Ace awoke one by one, did their morning routines and went off to class. No new messages, or a sense of urgency from the trio to check in with anyone.

And that’s where their peace ended, and their troubles started.

Entering homeroom, a wave of scrutiny washed over them. All eyes locked on their forms as they made their way to find empty seats.

“I guess that potion accident is water under the bridge. Or should I say goo under the desk?” Ace joked.  

Professor Crewel said nothing, letting out a scoff, and turning back to the board. 

Out of the corner of Ace’s eye, he noticed a poster of a bunny the color of midnight with deep set sapphire eyes. ‘That poster is new.’ He thought. ‘It's out of place in potionology, homeroom or any class at NRC…’

Ace whispered his findings to Y/N and Deuce. Before Deuce and Y/N could find the poster, professor Crewel had thrown a piece of chalk in Ace’s direction!

“Trappola! It has become apparent that you have learned nothing from yesterday’s incident about yapping - move to the other side of the classroom before I muzzle you!”

Professor Crewel was practically radiating anger, and everyone felt suppressed to say anything as Ace took his stuff and switched seats.  

Feeling the oppressive atmosphere, Ace could not find it in himself to make light of the situation and decided the best course of action would be to lay low until the whole thing blew over.  Even as his peers taunted him, Ace remained quiet, burning a hole through that off putting rabbit poster. 

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History of Magic with professor Trein wasn’t any better. A cloud of tension followed the three into the sinfully boring classroom. 

Deuce clocked a noirette rabbit with ocean eyes resting in the plush cushion where Lucius usually slept. Deuce looked to Ace and Y/N in confusion as the pair let on as though they did not even see the rabbit. 

After a while of taking notes, the rabbit hopped over to Deuce and flung his pencil case off his desk. 

Deuce balked, Y/N and Ace looked bewildered at their friend’s sudden clumsiness, and all the other students turned their heads to the source of noise.

Professor Trein looked up from his papers and gave Deuce a stern look.

“I’m sorry professor! A rabbit-”

“None of your excuses.” Professor Trein returned to grading his papers. “See that another disruption doesn’t happen again.”

“What was that?” Y/N whispered to a flustered Deuce. 

“Didn’t you guys see that rabbit bat my stuff away?”

Ace shook his head. 

Deuce grumbled and returned to his studies. But the rabbit had returned. With a sly smile the rabbit tore out the history pages with its teeth out of Deuce’s textbook!

*riiiiiipp*

“STOP THAT!” Deuce shouted at the naughty rabbit.

Y/N and Ace looked concerned at whatever was affecting Deuce. The peanut gallery gave their two cents in the form of bitter comments or mocking laughter. 

Professor Trein scowled. “Spade, remove yourself from my classroom before I give you detention.”

“But professor-”

“NOW.”

With his head held low, Deuce left third period. 

Deuce wasn’t sure what else to do with his sudden free hour, so he stood outside the classroom waiting for the dismissal bell to toll. 

Other students gawked they passed by, whispering loudly about ‘once a delinquent always a delinquent.’ Or ‘watch out! If you look him in the eyes, he’ll throw something at you! Scary!’ 

Deuce started to sweat. ‘How would they know? Am I really that obvious? I’m not even good at fronting my ‘good boy’ persona?’ 

A few daring students made fun of Deuce until he snapped. Deuce had grown so irritated that he left and decided to wander around campus to blow off steam. 

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Returning to Heartslabyul after school, Y/N, Ace, and Deuce were met with opposition from Trey, Riddle, and Cater upon entering. Heartslabyul students gave them dirty looks as they passed by the group. 

Riddle was the first to speak, and rather harshly too. “How nice of the Night Raven College punk celebrities to grace our humble dormitory with their presence.” 

Ace crossed his arms. “We were literally in the infirmary from 1st period to midnight. Which any of you would know if you bothered to check on your underclassmen.” 

The micro celebs were met with fierce looks. Y/N watched as the black hare emerged from the rose hedge and ran towards the Heartslabyul higher ups. 

“That rabbit is back!” Y/N said to Deuce.

Deuce didn’t notice the rabbit but believed his friend anyways.  

The rabbit poked Cater’s leg. Cater turned his gaze to Y/N and asked, “so it’s true, you’re stealing other dorm members to fill up your own dorm.”

The bunny tapped Trey’s shoe. 

Trey crossed his arms and nodded. “You think you can get your way with everything just because you ‘helped’” Trey air quoted the word, “with a few overblots… Oh brother.”  

Y/N gave Cater, Trey, and their prefect a harsh look. “Where is this coming from? This seriously cannot be about yesterday’s potion accident…”

Y/N stopped and considered it. They didn’t have any dreams last night, nor did Ace or Deuce, and the actions of the ever-vanishing rabbit are making their school life needlessly difficult. While Y/N was musing over their thoughts, the dark rabbit swatted Riddle’s elbow and winked.

Riddle glared at Y/N. “Don’t act like you did anyone any favors. Not everything is about you Y/N. You literally brought up the overblots just for praise… Wow.” 

Deuce stepped in, “you guys brought up the overblots, not Y/N.” 

Cater eye rolled. “Puh-lease, Y/N is always acting like they're better than everyone. They’re just malding ‘cuz their lies finally caught up with them.” 

Trey added, “How many times does a coincidence need to happen before it's a pattern? I bet they’re causing the overblots to make themselves look good… Talk about messed up.” 

Y/N was upset to say the least but had no idea on how to even defend themselves against this weirdly one-sided beef. Y/N felt as though there was nothing they could do if people were this dedicated about misunderstanding them out of thin air. Their thoughts began to swirl together, lingering on ‘what ifs’ as their breath quickened. 

“You guys are jerks!” Ace had had enough. “Whatever is wrong with YOUR messed up heads, get over yourselves!”

As Ace took hold of Deuce’s and Y/N’s hand, exiting Heartslabyul Y/N made a connection.

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“You think we never actually woke up?” Ace’s eyebrows rose in alarm. 

Y/N nodded. “That rabbit, everyone else acting like actual villains but only with the things directly on our mind or what had just happened to us… It’s like a dream, isn’t it?”

“A twisted nightmare you mean.” Deuce rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. 

The day left the Ramshackle club emotionally defenseless. Dreading what would transpire the next day, and the foreseeable future if they could not escape.  

“It's no fun if you’re aware.” A little voice whined. 

!!!

The dream bunny made its appearance seamlessly materializing into existence.

“GAAHHH?!” 

Its coat gave off an iridescent glow as it breathed. Ace broke the stillness. 

“What do you gain from tormenting us?” He demanded.  

The dream bunny said nothing and gave a smug grin, "once you wake after tonight's slumber you’ll be returned to your waking world.” 

Promptly, the creature vanished in a cloud of fading sparkles. 

Y/N, Deuce, and Ace were left with little choice, they agreed it would be in their best interest to stay in Ramshackle and wait until they awoke the next day to leave. 

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*COUGH! ACK!* 

Slowly one by one, Y/N, Ace and Deuce attempted to organize their thoughts as they awoke in the infirmary bed. Despite being snuggled in close, they were crowded by a mirage of concerned faces and a wave of questions. 

The three looked at one another, as if asking permission from one another to dare to voice their thoughts. They never did, swept up in the fussing and caring looks of their friends, even professor Crewel was present. 

Eventually when the fanfare settled down, and the three were permitted to leave, they left together to spend the night at Y/N’s dorm to discuss what in Twisted Wonderland they had been through. 

A black rabbit with blue eyes skidded past them. The trio had a wordless understanding wash over them.

‘If we’re together, we’ll always be fine.’ 

[gilly-moon]

MAY I REQUEST... ROXAS KINGDOM HEARTS... 👁️

That’s him your honor. That’s the hot topic bitch whose theme song has been ruining my life for almost twenty years.

[jifloulette]

heeeelllo! sorry to bother you if you're busy, but would you like to do something with Reo? LITERALLY ANYTHING IS GOOD, but please fluff. thanks for your attention and have a nice day 💗

Taro Milktea?! || m. reo x gn!reader

genre ➳ - - - fluff fluff fluff !! (little angst <3)

synopsis ➳ - - - You've liked the Reo Mikage for such a long time now, but you never really thought of confessing. Why? It's only because you were scared of all the endless scenarios that would happen if you did, so you just continued to be his best friend. A new milk tea shop just opened around the two of yours school so you invited him and Nagi to try it out! You thought it was the perfect way to end the day after all, but little did you know that this would've been the day that you just happened to accidentally confess your feelings.

word count ➳ - - - 1.3k

warnings ➳ - - - a few swear words here and there, maybe a bit ooc (?), nagi mentioned but only has a platonic relationship with Reo and y/n.

author's note ➳ - - - thank you so much for requestingg!!! literally motivated me to make one more fic before the weekend ends, i hope you enjoyed what i cooked up !!!!!!! i actually loved this so i hope you love it a lot as well  🥺💗

"Hey Reo, Nagi! I heard there's a new milk tea shop that just opened around the corner of our school! Wanna go there after you guys practice?" you shouted towards the other side of the classroom that startled the purple-haired a bit. "Yeah sure, y/n! All of our drinks are on us, yeah?" Reo answered with a smile on his face. God, you were so in love with the man in front of you, yet you still couldn't manage to tell him your true feelings, one day i will, you thought.

Following the two boys to the soccer field, you placed your bag on the bleachers and waited for them to start practicing. You didn't mind watching them, no, you didn't mind watching Reo at all. The way he played was just so mesmerizing, the way his feet dribble around the ball, and the way he shoots the ball with so much force just made you fall for him even more. Time passed by fairly quickly, you didn't how. Maybe you were just so focused on Reo that you didn't notice, or maybe the world just seemed to spin faster whenever your eyes were on him.

After Nagi and Reo practiced, the purple-haired boy decided to take a quick shower which left you and Nagi to chat for a bit before he was the one to take a shower. "Hey, you're bound to confess to Reo soon." Nagi stated, you were taken aback to be honest, you didn't know that Nagi knew that you liked Reo. "Huh? What do you mean? Reo's just a friend, Nagi..", you answered, acting dumbfounded. "I see the way you look at him whenever he plays, no, the way you look at him every time he's with you or with us. It's obvious, y/n. You should just tell him." Nagi real talked you, he was right after all. You were stupid for not telling one of your best friends the truth, but you were scared! You didn't want things to get awkward between the two of you! You knew you didn't have a chance, girls and boys come flocking to him asking him to be their dates, whether it be to a dance or Valentine's day. If Nagi thought that it was obvious that you liked Reo, shouldn't he know that by now too? He is the smartest guy in the class, then again, he wasn't the most emotionally intelligent. "Listen, I..i just don't want things to be different between us, I'm okay just being Reo's best friend, m'kay? Just let me be..", you told Nagi, with a fake smile. "'Kay, whatever you say, y/n" Nagi said, his tone sounding concerned.

"Ooookay, Nagi, it's your turn! Hurry up 'kay, I really want that milktea y/n was talking about." Reo shouted, you waved to him and asked him to sit beside you as you played with his wet hair. "H-hey! You don't need to play with my hair that rough..!" Reo remarked, you just chuckled upon hearing it. "Hey, you at least need to dry your hair before we go to milk tea shop!" you replied, laughing when you saw the face he made.

Finally, Nagi was done and the three of you went to the shop, interlocking arms with the purple-haired boy beside you. Reo's face had a light pink tint on it, you noticed it but you brushed it off thinking that he just probably felt hot because of the sun but the truth was, Reo genuinely liked you too. Like you, he was also scared of things being awkward if he were to confess. Whenever so many people came flocking to him with handwritten letters, store-bought or handmade chocolates, his eyes were still on you, wondering if you liked him the same way he liked you. He's already forgotten count of how many times he's screamed into his pillow, kicking his feet, and acting like a teenage girl daydreaming about her crush. He's tried to write letters, but it's no use, he just ends up ripping the piece of paper and throwing it around his room.

"Woah.. this place looks so pretty! I'm so glad you guys agreed to come with me!", you stated, Reo swore he could see sparkles in your eyes, he swore he saw hearts around his head when he saw you! "I'll order first, it's on you right, Reo?" Nagi asked to which the purple-haired nodded. "Uhh, I'll just order a medium sized lemon tea, no pearls please, thank you.", Nagi told the elderly woman working there, "I'll get a medium sized chocolate mik tea please, with extra pearls!" Reo exclaimed, a smile plastered on his face. "Hey, y/n! What're you gonna order?" Reo asked you and to be honest, you really didn't know what you were gonna order! The two boys in front of you ordered so quickly as if they were regulars! There were so many good flavors and toppings to choose from, you also had the tendency to be indecisive so how were you gonna pick in the span of a minute? "Hello? Earth to y/n..?" Reo added, "Uh..uhm! I'll just get the taro milktea. With uh, extra pearls as well and medium sized w-will be fine..!" you manage to speak out, "Why'd you get that? You tend to get sweeter flavors, right?" Reo questioned you, "Well uh..I kind of get pressured because the two of you ordered so quickly and I kind just said the first thing that came to my head which was Taro because it kind of reminded me of you..!" you said, really, really fast.

You spoke so fast that Reo couldn't under stand any of it. There was only one thing Reo noticed though, you ordering Taro milktea because it reminded you of him?! "Why'd you think it reminded you of me?" Reo asked, the tip of his ears turning red, "I guess since it was purple and your hair's purple which I really really like playing with and- oh my god, did i just fucking say that out loud?" you responded, pretty embarrassed, your cheeks turning into the same shade of light pink when you interlocked hands with Reo. "Y-you like playing with my hair..?" Reo asked, "Y-yes.. I'm sorry if that weirded you out, I just like you so much and your hair is so soft and smells so nice that I- oh my god, did I just do it again?!?!" you remarked, shouting towards the end. "Wait?! You like me, y/n? Do you really? Please tell me I'm not dreaming!!" Reo exclaimed, you were confused as hell. Did he like you too? If he did so, then how have you just noticed it now? Oh my god, if you really just had noticed it back then, maybe you would've been dating him by now!

Throughout the whole conversation slash confession, you realized that Reo's actions towards you and other people was different. The way he looked at you with so much love and care, the way he helped you with homework in your most hated subject, the way he would always talk to you with so much care and affection, all of that wasn't a coincidence, right? "I guess there's no point in hiding, huh? Well yeah, I do like you Reo, a lot." you said, the purple-haired boy responded by hugging you tightly, catching you off guard. "Oh my god, I can't believe this day finally happened!! I like you so fucking much too, y/n! You don't how long I've been crushing on ya!" the boy hugging you announced. He was so cute like that, he was so cute being so affectionate and lovey-dovey towards you.

"One medium sized lemon tea with no pearls, one medium sized chocolate milk tea with extra pearls, and one medium sized taro milk tea with extra pearls!" the elderly woman said. "Hey lovebirds, could the two of you get a room and get your drinks already, hurts m'eyes seeing the two of ya." Nagi said, it was only then did you pulled away from the hug, still holding Reo's hand on the way to get the two of yours drinks.

Nagi had already parted ways with the two of you when Reo asked you something, "Hey y/n.. since you're like my lover now uhmm.. do you wanna stay over for the night at my place?" you immediately squealed in happiness and agreed. It was safe to say that the milk tea shop became a frequent spot that you would have dates with Reo, still ordering the Taro Milktea.

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[kyunyu3]

[moeblob]

So with the Community Center done + both harem routes taken... Asmodeus♡ proposed! In Marnie's kitchen. Like a classy individual.

[inkbybambi]

i need soft simon who knows you're sensitive and nervous so he tries to calm your nerves during sex and asks if you're ok with what he's doing :'( fuck i need him so bad :"(((

simon is honestly the biggest sweetheart with you, especially during sex ): like this soft, sweet creature he's been gifted?? he adores you more than words can say. wants — needs — to keep you safe, needs a reason to come home at the end of the day.

sex with you is sacred, he treasures each time he gets to take you apart with his lips and tongue and fingers. takes his time finding every spot that makes you whine and mewl for more, fingers curling in his hair to keep him close.

the first time you take his cock? oh my god he's obsessed ):

you're placing so much trust in him and he would rather be six feet under than cause you any hurt or discomfort.

each time you do something new with him, your nerves light up like a wildfire and consume you — you're so worried. you need him more than you've needed anything else in your entire life but you can't stop the way you tremble under his touch, voice lost and stuck in your throat, breath uneven.

and he notices. of course he does ): his sweetheart, who's been nothing but good to him, good for him. he feels you under his touch, the way you're trying to be so brave for him.

the softest kisses against every part of your body ): your thighs and hips. up your belly and to your sternum, dragging his lips across the marks he left on your throat. he settles you, tension seeping from your body as you languidly kiss him, heart slowing and calming.

he's not a predator and you'll never be his prey.

everything he does, he asks for your okay. never satisfied with your sounds, always always needing your words. he takes you so slowly, tells you everything he's going to do, every touch he's giving you, the way he moves your body to fit comfortably against him. you're so sensitive to his touch ): but he takes care of you, always.

and he's like this every time. never assumes that because you were okay with it one day that you're okay with it another. he places your comfort and pleasure above all else in a way no one ever did ):

like he loves you so much and he wants to devote and devour you and know that he's doing right by you ):

[pinnedmother]

As a thought request for Messmer- making him a nice, warm dinner- he's so thin, its worrying, putting g together a nice meal that's easy for him to eat, and being happy to spend the time with him if he needs to go slowly. ;w; it can be comforting food or something to help him feel better and get some decent sleep, either way, that poor noodle needs a meal. ... Also some tidbits for his snakes so they don't constantly try to steal food off his plate! :>

Ahh, thank you so much for this cute request! This one turned out to be on a longer side, I hope it's alright. And I decided to entwine in it one of the headcanons that I love for good measure (younger, pre-crusade Messmer being much healthier and not as thin as he's now). Please enjoy~

A Dish for Serpents

Wandering the specimen storage day after day, researching its vast libraries and hidden secrets… It has become one of your prominent hobbies as of late. Somehow, whenever you begin to think you’ve seen it all here, a new room or passage comes to the view, enticing you to explore it.

One of those times, you encountered a relatively small chamber full of dusty scrolls – a usual sight in this place yet no less interesting. Rummaging through each and every scroll, you hope to soak the knowledge of old, forgotten times, remembered only by the decrepit parchments.

Most of them consist reports of finished tasks, scoutings, encountered issues; provision count and casualties estimation. A boring, mostly useless read, you are not even sure why would anybody keep it after all these years. As you yawn and stretch, your hand accidentally collides with a stack of scrolls and they fall one after another, rolling away as if to hide in shame of their sheer lack of value.

Still, you dive after them, unwilling to leave a mess behind. You get most of them in no time, with the last one laying near a slim wooden plank. Treading closer you realize it is no plank, but rather a framed painting. Gracelessly shoved in the corner and facing the wall for reasons only known by somebody as old as the scroll that lies beside it.

A thick layer of dust once coating the frame’s surface now lazily billows in the air, disturbed by your attempts at turning the piece around. It’s heavier than it looks. When it’s finally facing you, a profile portrait of a man greets you. He’s wearing a somewhat open, but fancy attire accentuating the muscle bulk of the naked shoulders. The ages ate away at the canvas from the top, swallowing half of the man’s face. And yet, you would recognize these flaming locks and ever-present serpents anywhere, even if the man is depicted younger and bulkier.

Messmer does look so much… healthier here. Was it an artistic frivolity of the painter? You compare the two versions of him in your head. Now that you think about it, he does look rather malnourished, albeit you always brushed it off as his usual and normal physique. What if it’s actually not? You can’t recall ever seeing him eat, and as far as you can remember he never brings up dining in the conversation.

Do demigods even require food..?

In following days, you try to come up with the most gentle, unobtrusive way of finding out, but to no avail. So eventually, eaten by curiosity, you bluntly ask a straightforward question.

“We… dost partake of sustenance, as any other wouldst.” He answers with a quizzical look. Messmer doesn’t ask you “why”, he already guessed and doesn’t wish to delve deeper in this conversation. You can tell he’s uncomfortable by the way he’s fidgeting with the ring on his middle finger.

Still, you persist: “How much have you eaten lately?”, “Plenty.” – Messmer’s answer short and dry. You squint your eyes doubting the truth of his words. He sighs and tiredly pulls his hands down. “Very well, I discern thine intent. I...doth at times neglect my sustenance, yes. Yet I assure thee, no hunger gnaws at my being and I am brimming with vigor. What more needeth I, truly?”

You scold him – as much as you can all things considered – Messmer frowns, but doesn’t interrupt nor dismiss you, his serpents hung their heads as if guilty. He sighs again once you finish and responds in a low but gentle tone: “So it is, mine cherished, I shall strive not to forget henceforth”. He brushes your cheek with the backside of his hand before turning and leaving both you and this conversation.

You don’t believe him, not truly. You could sense he merely said what you wanted to hear to rid you of your worries. However, arguing would be pointless. The action, on the other hand, is so, so much better. You head towards the kitchen right away. If you’d lovingly prepare a dish by yourself, Messmer would never refuse it.

On your way, you already chose the perfect dish for the occasion: a mutton stew. It is one of the most common dishes of the Lands Between, nothing fancy, yet it will certainly do. Better yet, it may induce a pleasant feeling of nostalgia in Messmer, perhaps it will in turn incentivize him to eat more.

You explain to the kitchen workers what you wish to cook and how you wish to do it. They leisurely shrug and give you space and ingredients, seemingly unbothered by your request. The stew is made with lamb, carrots, onions and potatoes, seasoned with thyme, salt, and pepper. You take a large skillet and small pieces of lamb meat, hoping and praying that the sheep of the Lands of Shadow taste the same as the ones in the Lands Between. Once the seasoning of the meat is done, you place it in the black, cast iron pot, alongside a tad of flour for thickness of the broth. Then, in go the rest of the ingredients, fresh and neatly chopped. Finally, you set it all simmer for several hours: you know not to rush things as the mutton gains tenderness with time.

Just before it is done, you sprinkle in a handful of herbs. You smile in relief: the dish turned out to be quite hearty. The delicious smell of it is overbearing, making your own stomach hungrily rumble as you fill a plate with the stew. You take two smaller bowls and pick out mutton pieces from the pot, hoping that Messmer’s serpents would enjoy the snack.

You bring it all onto a wooden tray, neatly placing cutlery on a folded serviette, and carefully, almost solemnly walk towards Messmer’s chambers. He greets you as he usually does, and then his eye falls on the tray in your hands and a soft steam coming from the plates. He is at a loss of words.

“I made it myself. Would you try it for me, please?” – your smile is warm enough to melt his heart and any doubts he had. When he states that “to feast within the throne chamber is of lowly breeding” you almost pout and prepare to give him another round of scolding, but he swiftly follows it by saying: “We shalt hie unto the proper chamber, shall we not?”.

He gracefully takes the tray from your hands and in his it looks comically small. Then, true to his word, he leads you to the dining room. It’s full of dimly lit candles all around, iron spikes under the golden drapery decorating each wall. Centermost is a long sturdy table, rows of wooden chairs on each side, vacant. Messmer takes a seat at the head of the table and you pick the closest chair to his right. He stills and takes a long – too long – look at the stew served before him.

“Would you like me to feed you?” – you ask half-jokingly. He gives you a stern side-eye with an arched brow. “No.” Reaching for the spoon he looks determined, but then stills again, hovering it just above the broth. He shifts his eye to you. “Whence is thy plate, mine dearest? Dost thou intend to sup upon these small ones?” he asks pointing the spoon at the bowls.

“Oh, no, it is meat I prepared in case your serpents would like a little feast of their own”. One of the snakes tried to wrap itself around your arm, but perked up after hearing your words. If Messmer himself barely eats then you can only imagine how little food get his winged companions. Well, not anymore, not with you around. “I will only dine after you have dined. That is my ultimatum”. Your words sound steely and decisive and he looks at you with concern. You decide to soften the edges: “so, please… Eat, Messmer”.

He returns his gaze to the stew. “It doth appear and scent delightfully. Hah…” He clanks the spoon on the wooden edge. “I cannot remember the last occasion wherein a dish was wrought solely for mine own self, save for those prepared by mine servants”. You grow tired of his evasion, but then he finally digs the spoon in the meal and tastes it. Blinks, then has another spoonful. “Tis…” Messmer starts before covering his mouth with a fist. “Tis most commendable”. You don’t even try to hide your proud and happy smile, he reflects it with a small one of his own and continues dining.

The serpents, as if waiting for their master to start on the dish, get to their respectful bowls and swiftly swallow the square-shaped mutton pieces. All three soon finish, and you look satisfied, unlike Messmer. The plates were truly quite small.

“Strangely enough, I am not sated” – he says with a sense of longing. “Well,” you respond playfully, “I wished to leave you craving more”.

He smirks. “Thou always do.”

[edenfire]

💞💗 gorb overload!! 💗💞

thank you to everyone who participated in my little gorb event!! I hope you enjoy akira being overrun by an army of gorbs🥰💘💞🌸

I know the results weren't what we wanted, but it's not the time to give up!! we gotta keep surviving together💞💞

[maiiuelle]

for kinktober you should write something about jj and kook!reader (who's an honorary pogue like kie and sarah) fucking in secret when they're stuck in poguelandia because she's dating someone currently like Rafe or Pope or John B but jj and her have been crushing for a whole lot longer ORRR in general just some nasty sex with jj in Poguelandia

gurl i can NOTTT get over poguelandia 🙂‍↔️ it's been on my mind 24/7 and it's just so sad because jj was like the happiest he'd ever been when he was just living off the land!! i need island jj emphatically

-🪻

I’VE BEEN DYING TO WRITE ABOUT POGUELANDIA OMG

you’d expect kook!reader being stranded with them to be such a mess — the deserted island simply couldn’t fit all of her high maintenance needs, so why is she skipping around, sipping on coconuts, tanning in the sand, having the time of her life?

well, jj found a cozy cave in the rocky cliffs surrounding the beach you now call home. within the first few days of being stranded, he learned he could dispel your bratty attitude by coaxing you away from the rest of the group and fucking it out of you. the only way you’ll be able to stay sane on this island is if he gives you your fix, and luckily for you, he’s more than happy to help.

adding this to my kinktober prompt list now!! <3

it’s posted!

[stale-trash]

Hi, of that's, can I please have yandere Jade x reader who tries to break up with her? (Headcanon). How would Jade react and what would she do in this situation?

I am assuming you mean Jade from Honkai Star Rail. If not, I'm sorry!!

cw: yandere/possessive behavior, very questionable behavior, implied violence, possible ooc

A/N: I have yet to play any of the quests she's in (╥﹏╥). I hope I did her justice!!

Bold of you to even assume you have the option to break-up with her. No matter how you end up in a relationship with her - willing or unwilling - your fate is sealed. 

Jade knows every aspect of her desires, from their depth to their origins. When she sets her mind to something, precious little can get in her way.

How she acquired you determines how she reacts to your ill-advised statement. If you are in a contract with her, she would take some time to remind you of your position - how truly nice you have it.  

It'd start small, like having you organize paperwork in the pawnshop where you'd get a first hand look at Lady Bonajade's dealings. Many desires are laid bare in front of you; some are honorable, others deplorable, and both are equally pondered upon by the lavishly clad woman. It’s hard to understand the logic behind most of the dealings, yet you remembered the time you occupied their positions - the way your desires slipped past your lips to be scrutinized by Lady Bonajade. 

You also get to see what happens to those who step out of line - more specifically, the bureaucratic aftermath. The written records of their punishment, outstanding debt, and next steps are so clinical regardless of the situation. It doesn't matter if they were fighting for their life or attempting to pull a fast one - there was no leeway. 

There was no reason for Jade to drape you in expensive fabric and opulent jewels. There was no reason for Jade to have you by her side doing menial tasks. There was no reason for Jade to suffocate you in her cold embrace and colder favor.

There was no reason for Jade to treat you like a lover. All the contract specified in its convoluted wording was that you're hers to use as she sees fit. 

If you somehow aren't apologizing for your behavior and willingly accepting whatever humiliating punishment she has in mind within a week, Lady Bonajade has no problem pushing you further. 

You'd lose all of her "favor" slowly until you're nothing but another IPC grunt. You won't be in any threat of dying, but there are many things worse than death prowling the cosmos. Don't worry, it won't be anything Jade can't fix given the appropriate price. 

All you need to do is apologize, and beg for her favor once again. Of course, a benevolent woman such as her would be more than willing to reevaluate your contract - though, it is in your interest to note that this is a one-time offer. If you were to repeat this mistake again, the punishment wouldn’t be so light. 

If you aren't in a contract with her, that would change. This relationship wouldn’t just end because you will it. But she'll let you slip from her embrace for now.

Jade is not above dismantling every aspect of your life piece by piece until you come crawling back. You can choose how much is destroyed - your social life, finances, career prospects, or even the lives of your close ones - by walking back into that pawnshop of hers.

She doesn't ask for what you seek nor what you desire - those are irrelevant in the face of her own. No, she asks if you've come back to your senses, a pet name rolling off her lips oh-so-naturally as if she hadn't constructed your downfall.

A contract is placed in front of you, the written words melting together into an indecipherable mess. Her signature was the only legible word in the entire document, with a blank spot ready for your own. 

You may gain everything you've naively wished for many years ago with a few strokes of ink - insurmountable wealth, a lavish lifestyle, and a lack of mundane worries - but gilded chains are still chains.

[shyhandart]

could you maybe draw some cute soft n fluffy flutterdash or fluttercord (your choice :3) - ♡

Yeah sure!!

[raincrash]

can you draw them on a double date (with any pairing of your choice)

I tried to come up with another pairing, but I couldn't. I just like it when these four are together. It also seemed to me that a date at a rooftop cafe would be super atmospheric *:･ﾟ꒰>﹏< ꒱*:･ﾟ✧

[chipi-chupi-chips]

Important announcement!

Hi everyone! I hope you're having a nice day or night! ♥︎

I came here to say Thank you so much for you patience in the OC request! I apologize for all the delays I didn't have too much time for many things I wanted to draw during work and schedules.

The request are closed I have all the OC that were sent to me from the Ask box, request and DM in my archives ★

•Now, I have to give the reminder of being patience, one of the most important rules of the Request post was to have Patience I am mention this because there were some Anons who weren't following this rule and keep pushing (I don't want to turn off the Anon asks because of this But it will be turn off for some days).•

So please guys be patience with the request I know it took long but this is a dynamic to have fun.

One again thank you so much for all the artists who had me patience over this I Really appreciate it ♥︎.

Something that I loved of this Request dynamic was all the OCs are from different series, videogame, etc. You're all so talented! >u<

So I'm going back to the request now that I have some free time and I'm now drawing the next WIP from the next OC request! 💛

Thanks everyone! Have a sweet week! \(★ω★)/

[kyunyu3]

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[dollicacy]

hiee do u have any korilakkuma pixels ? 💗

yus !! here r some 4 u ml ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა♡︎

[recreationalfanfics]

Hello! I saw your yandere!Loki, can I request something similar for Buddha? Hopefully it’s ok! :)

Hello! I'm assuming that you mean something that has to do with a love potion! I might not be able to write a one shot but hopefully headcanons and a drabble are okay!

This is the same reader from the Yandere! Loki one shot and the same general concept of: the reader will only fall for someone who manages to beat her in a fight.

Yandere Buddha + Love Potions

- You truly embodied what it meant to be a champion of humanity in Buddha's eyes; determined, resilient, and hard to keep down.

-Buddha would realize instantly that he adored you and would try to get close to you, courting you the proper way and making his interest known.

- However, if you weren't interested in him then he'd suddenly have no idea how to pick up social cues.

- You step away from him when he puts his hand on your back? That's cool, he totally gets not being in the mood for physical touches today.

- You laugh uncomfortably with his flirty words? Aw, you're so adorably shy♥️

- But for the sake of the story, let's say that you were either truly unaware of his feelings or knew about them and waited for him to challenge you.

- When you were chosen to fight with a God before Tameemon Raiden, Buddha actually offered that instead of the Valkyries, he would perform Samavadhāna with you.

- And it felt amazing.

- He got to be one with you, he got to be close to you in a way no OTHER person, God or mortal, could ever hope to be.

- He thought his soul was already complete but when the battle was done and he separated from you, it felt like some part of him stayed with you. As if it didn't want to leave.

- He had given up all earthly desires in his life as a mortal, but a mortal he was no longer so surely...surely it wouldn't be wrong if let his feelings grow, right?

- So he did, he let his thoughts run wild with images of you and him together in his head. His calm and chill demeanor masking the burning obsession that told him he HAD to have you, he must claim you as his and he has to hear him call you yours. Please, it's all he could ever want.

- While Buddha is a god infatuated, he was not stupid. The length of his feelings was intense and he knew it wasn't right and thats why he tried to hide them.

- However, that resolve breaks when he finds out that you had fallen in love with someone else. Someone who was less deserving of your feelings, nevermind having your love in general was maddening to the Buddha.

- But Loki had challenged you to a battle and won. Buddha knew that this was how you always wanted to chose your lover.

- Yet, while you accepted the results of the battle and welcomed Loki with loving arms, the God who couldn't stand seeing the mortal whom he connected with would not stand for it.

"It's for their own good." He reminds him as he watches Aphrodite work. His blue eyes glinting when the pink light reflected from the heart shaped vial Aphrodite had put the potion in.

Yes...that's why he was doing this. It was for you, for your own best interest. The God of Deciet was not to be trusted, in fact, Buddha was more than 100% sure that Loki must have cheated during your battle with him and that is why you lost. Perhaps he didn't have any proof but he didn't need it given Loki's reputation. But he knew well enough that you were a stubborn human, something he still loved dearly about you. He could not let that green-haired punk ruin all that made you good, all that made Buddha love about you.

Aphrodite worked in silence, wondering to herself if this was real. If Buddha, the God who was once a mortal and gave up every desire in his body, was truly making her create a love potion for someone who already promised themselves to another. She wasn't aware Buddha had this side to him, it scared her, so she kept her mouth closed and didn't dare to say a word because if he was willing to do all this scheming over a measly mortal...what else would he be willing to do.

"Her love for you will be false." Aphrodite warned him, handing him the finished vial.

Buddha stared at the potion before nodding his head in acknowledgment of her words. Yes, he knew very well that there was going to be a catch...but it was better for you to be in love with him under the guidance of the love potion than for you to make the wrong choice of your volition.

"We were never here." He says lowly to Aphrodite, his tone of voice was casual as usual but he needed no words to convey that he was threatening her to stay silent unless she wanted to piss him off.

Yes, this was for you. Buddha was just concerned for you, that's why he had to do this. If you had realized during your time together when you were both bonded that you were both meant to be, he wouldn't have had to do this, but humans were often foolish.

This is why they needed Gods. Kind gods, who'd offer them a path to a better and more happier life.

This is why you needed him.

It was honestly too easy to get you to take the potion, after all, you had no reason to distrust the man with two hair colors. Buddha was your ally, who you fought as one with and who wanted to celebrate your newfound relationship. He watches eagerly as you accept the drink from him, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as you down the entire cup. You then talk to him a little longer before looking at the time.

"I have to go but thank you!" You say cheerily, standing up to go meet up with your lover.

Buddha nods his head towards you, pouring himself a cup of tea and watching you from his peripheral. You walk only four steps before you feel yourself get dizzy, your feet stumbling before you. You were about to fall but one strong arm wraps around your waist and you feel a pair of lips on yours. Your half-lidded eyes slightly went wide with panic when you realized it was Buddha himself who was kissing you, but then that panic went away instantly.

Your eyes became softer, more docile, and before he knew it, you closed them completely and kissed him back with as much passion as he had kissed you.

He would deal with temper tantrums that your now forgotten lover would give him, he'd make sure you never see Loki again so he couldn't poison your mind with the false promises you two made to each other after your fight.

For you belonged to Buddha, you bonded with him, and he knew he couldn't live without you. He was willing to play every sneaky underhanded trick to have you in his arms because it was what was best for you. Or maybe it was because even after all those years of reaching enlightment, some part of him was still human...and you, unfortunately, just brought out the worst side of that humanity.