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quarterlifekitty · 2 months ago

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first, im a bit new to cod but idk…

thinking about ghost’s spouse visiting him on base or some shit, and everyone else wondering how tf he was emotionally flexible enough to bag a bad bitch 🫶

note: this is just my personal little fantasy world headcanon lol so take it with a grain of salt!

Simon maintains a vaguely human lifestyle by adhering to one very strict rule: rigid compartmentalization. You don’t come up at work, and work doesn’t come up around you. Never the twain shall meet, he thinks. And he’s not exactly a watershed of information when he’s with his mates. And it’s not like anyone is asking “When was the last time you got fucked, Ghost?” and seriously expecting a response.

He tells you about the crew, but not about what he does with them. Killing, espionage, torture– that kind of thing stays off the dinner table.

Let it be known that you do not surprise him at work. You respect his boundaries too much, which is why he’s so fucking serious about you, honestly. He calls, asking if you can run something to him. This is maybe the greatest symbol of trust he can bestow, as a man who has only a fraction of an existence in the eyes of the government: he asks you to bring a document of his. He gives you the instructions on how to find it, and trusts that you won’t look at anything you don’t have to.

You know Johnny lets out a low whistle when he sees you coming up with a manilla folder in your hands.

“Who’s that bloody bombshell, then?”

You spy Simon and jog up to him with a smile. He’s the one who embraces you, short but strong. Cue the nigh audible gasping.

“LT, you absolute dog.”

Simon rolls his eyes as the two of you are crowded in short order. You make polite introductions, but have a previous engagement– you really did only have time to stop by.

Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave.

Everyone is wondering how this could’ve happened. For the record– I think in this scenario, Johnny and Gaz go through a constant string of heartbreaks, and John is kinda married to his job. So in a cruel twist of fate, Simon is actually the only one currently with a partner, much less a spouse.

“How’d you manage to bag a right beauty like that, LT? C’mon, spill it–”

Simon doesn’t mean to diminish your value or anything, but his answer is not going to be satisfying, because he doesn’t find it that difficult to get women. And also, you’re his true love, so you’re perfect for each other and growing close to you was as easy as breathing. But he doesn’t say that.

“S’not that hard. Remember the stuff she says, don’t keep no secrets… dick ‘er down the way she likes.” He doesn’t mean to be crude about it, but from his perspective, is one of the main reasons why you tolerate him. Soap howls at the response.

He’s telling the truth, though! He has a scarily good memory. Remembers every friend you’ve ever told him about, every movie you’ve ever mentioned, every meal he’s cooked for you and how you liked it. He remembers dates, times, and lists with no issue whatsoever.

And he’s never kept anything from you. He tells you how the fuck he’s feeling, and you return the favor, even if it isn’t pleasant. The only thing he doesn’t mention to you are the gorey details of his work.

And you have never had more of a communicative partner, ironically. There were times in the beginning when he didn’t know all of the ins and outs of coaxing pleasure from your body, so he asked you to show him how you like it. And that scary memory is at work yet again– every sensitive spot, every offhand mention of a kink you’ve not yet explored together, every arch of your spine and clench of your cunt. He’s got it down to a science. Could write novels about making love to you specifically.

What I’m trying to say, at the end of the day, is that Ghost bagged a bad bitch by being autistic.

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starlight727 · 3 months ago

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A little gift (part 3, the final part, I promise lol)

Shadow Milk Cookie x reader fic (Chapter 2 - Theater of Lies)

Author's note: Had planned to leave this part for part 2, but decided to make a separate part for it, so here we go, final act, let's do this!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (you are here)

"As saddening as it can be, we've reached the last round! And since it's the last question, you get twice the amount of points!" announced Shadow Milk with a sad tone in his voice, but at the same time he sounded excited for what was coming next. He pointed out this last question was for White Lily, you looked over your shoulder to see her pale face and eyes widened, she tried to steel herself, but what came next shocked her to her core.

"You sure seem proud of your new title of 'the Guardian of the Seal...' ...let's see how great you really are...!" and with that, Shadow Milk summoned lots of strings that held you and your friends up in the hair by the wrists and ankles, it scared you all, it was a painful feeling how tight the strings were.

But suddenly, you felt the strings let go of your limbs and you fell on a solid platform, it was a cardboard star! You were then carefully taken to the one place you never expected to be: Shadow Milk's hand. You were frozen in fear, trying your best to hide your trembling self. Your eyes were wide open, taking in every single detail in the giant entertainer's form, his attire, his strange hair (or hat, what even was all of that??), his face... his wonderful face and its... majestic features... oh my Witches, you were falling in love with him HARD, like a shooting star crashing on Earthbread (that doesn't make sense but you get the idea). You got up on your feet, but your shaking knees were not helping you keep your balance. You tried walking up to him, but you tripped over your own foot (like a clumsy main character, you hated it), but to your surprise, he caught you just in time! Your gaze softened at the surprisingly generous act, you were staring at him, at his gorgeous sky blue eyes, for so long, you got lost in them, you didn't notice you were so deep in there until Shadow Milk started talking to you with a voice so soft it could be softer than silk.

"Hello there, Y/N Cookie!" he began with a light chuckle, something that snapped you out of your trance and made you blush like mad.

"Hehe, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, my little star. You'll stay right here, close to me, so I can keep my eyes on you~." he said as he moved you to the top of the Silver Tree, where the night sky was covered with thousands of blue eyes peering into your soul. It took you a couple of minutes to register what just happened, you needed to lie down after that, you felt like you were about to pass out and you didn't wanna fall off the platform you were standing on, so you rested on it while everything else was happening.

While you were asleep, a lot of important events were happening: Shadow Milk Cookie was holding your friends hostage (Wizard’s string restraints were tighter than everyone else’s), White Lily Cookie was about to make the ultimate decision between saving everyone or defeating Shadow Milk, all while he was making sure you didn’t get caught in the crossfire because the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt by his hands, especially hers. So everything was going great for him so far, he was going to kill your friends, rule Earthbread and have you be his favorite doll forever… until… something unexpected happened. White Lily used her Guardian powers not to attack Shadow Milk, but to seal the crack in the Tree, thus ruining his plans (also making shrink in size) and saving everyone in the process. You were slowly waking up after the blast healed the Tree, all those loud noises and bright lights were too much, you had to see what was going on.

“You... YOU...!!!! I gave you only two choices...!!!” his loud complaints woke you up more and more, you quickly got up from the platform and stretched. But suddenly, it started shaking and slowly falling, you tried your best to stay calm and steady, but you were at the top of the Tree so it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be. It wasn’t long before the cardboard star you were standing on disappeared completely and you were plummeting to the ground, screaming for help.

“…!!!” Shadow Milk gasped at the sight of you falling, so he extended his hand towards you and a bunch of gooey black tentacles rose from the ground to grab you, bringing you close to him.

“There you go, my darling! Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now, would we~?” he said as he caressed your face, you blushed a darker tone at the gesture, you weren’t expecting to be this close to him like this, this was simply too much!

“Y/N Cookie! Hold on!” exclaimed White Lily, sending large green vines to your location, grabbing you and pulling you away from Shadow Milk.

“NO!!! You're NOT taking my star away from ME!!!!” he shouted as he sent more tentacles to grab you and pull you away from her, both cookies were now pulling you in opposite directions. It hurt you a lot, you were cracking from the tight grips the vines and tentacles had on you. You were visibly uncomfortable and groaning loudly, both cookies were now fighting for your safety and survival.

“How dare you ruin... This moment I've been waiting for for so long...” his tentacles’ grip on you was weakening, White Lily vines’ kept pulling away from him, their grips were so tight you were losing air, you couldn’t breathe properly anymore.

“Eugh... Agh...” you didn’t like hearing him groan in pain, his tentacles were getting weaker and weaker. White Lily took his moment of weakness to her advantage and used her vines to pull harder, successfully bringing you closer to her.

“WHOA!!” you exclaimed as you were pulled away from Shadow Milk’s grasp.

“ARGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

…

……everything went silent, everything turned white…

………….

You were unconscious for a long time.

“…….Y-……” someone was calling out to you.

“…Y/N…………..” you were slowly opening your eyes.

“……Y/N Cookie…!” your eyes shot wide open, you were breathing heavy, you tried to get up but the pain in your waist hit you like a bullet. Pure Vanilla and White Lily were holding you steady, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself more.

“It’s alright, Y/N Cookie! You’re safe.” said Pure Vanilla as he was healing your wounds.

“Aughh, hmm? Pure Vanilla Cookie…? White Lily Cookie…?”

“Oh Y/N Cookie, I’m so sorry for the damage I caused, if there’s anything I could do to make it up to you…” said White Lily, gently placing her hand on your forehead while looking away from your damaged self.

“No no, it’s ok. You did it to save me, thank you…”

White Lily smiled softly at you, Pure Vanilla smiled at her, he was so grateful that she was able to save you. A few moments later, Gingerbrave and friends, Mercurial Knight and Silverbell came to see you.

“Y/N Cookie, you’re ok!” exclaimed Gingerbrave.

“Oh thank the Witches you’re alright!” said Strawberry.

“Finally, it’s all over for that Beast. Thank you so much, White Lily Cookie.” added Wizard.

“Hehe, hey guys.” you whispered as you tried to get up, your voice was weak from the screaming, and you couldn’t maintain your balance from your broken waist. Luckily, Mercurial Knight and Silverbell were there to catch you.

“Careful Y/N Cookie, do not overexert yourself.” said Mercurial Knight.

“Don’t worry Y/N Cookie, we’ll help you get better, we’ll take you back to the kingdom so you can rest!” said Silverbell while smiling at you.

“Thanks, you two, I appreciate it.”

As you all returned to the Faerie kingdom, you all noticed how everything was going back to normal, all the magic from Shadow Milk’s realm was receding. Oh man… he was gone… oh… why were you feeling sad? This was supposed to be a good thing, right? …right? You weren’t sure how to feel about this, until you heard his voice again.

“You think you won, don't you?!”

“HUH?! How are you still talking?!” exclaimed Wizard, you wanted to know how he was talking too!

“You may be celebrating your little victory for now... ... But heed my words! We have finally risen. Do not think that you can hold us back. Foolish Cookies...! You simply have no idea what's waiting for you...! HA HA HA HA HA!”

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…….

……….

It had been a while since Shadow Milk warned you all about the upcoming danger that was headed your way. You were feeling better about your injuries, Pure Vanilla managed to heal you and the Faerie Cookies patched you up. Everyone was celebrating White Lily's triumph over Shadow Milk's evil ways by having a feast to honor her and the late Elder Faerie. None of this made you feel better emotionally though, you felt conflicted whether you should be happy for everyone winning against Shadow Milk... or sad over his forced departure. You needed some time alone to think, so you excused yourself to go check on the Silver Tree, Mercurial Knight suggested against this because you were still healing from your wounds. You told him you'd be ok on your own, you trusted White Lily's magic would protect you from harm, so he let you go. You made your way towards the Tree, where you rested your head against it and imagined yourself with Shadow Milk again.

"Hey, Shadow Milk Cookie? ...I thought your show was great. I thought... I think... you're great! You're amazing, and funny, and extremely handsome, heh." you started quietly, hoping he could hear you from inside the Tree.

"I wish... I wish I could... see you again..." you whispered as you placed your hands on the Tree, giving it a little kiss, maybe he could feel you from the other side...

...

......

..........

"You're an interesting little cookie, aren't you~?" he spoke to you in your head, so no one else could hear you. You were startled by his response, you didn't think he'd actually say something! You took a few steps back from the Tree, you were hoping nobody saw you doing all of this.

"What the?? How are you talking to me?"

"I'm in your head, silly! Heheheheh!"

"Oh, right. That's not concerning at all."

"Hehe! Y'know, out of all the Cookies I've tormented today, I didn't expect you to resist. In fact, it almost looked like you were truly... interested in me! Why is that?"

You didn't think he'd ask you about your behavior towards him, so with no other way of answering (cause you knew he could see through your lies), you told him the truth.

"O-Oh, w-well, I just... I just thought... that... you were the most intriguing Cookie I've ever met, and I've met a lot of Cookies on my many adventures, but none of them had the same effect on me like you have."

"And what might that be?"

"...Your charms, your witty banter, the fact that you made me laugh several times during your show... and... the way you treated me was so... gentle and caring... not to mention bold... I honestly didn't expect that coming from the Beast of Deceit himself."

Your answer filled Shadow Milk's ego... and his heart. He felt himself blushing and genuinely smiling from the honest opinion you had about him, he wanted to jump out of the Tree to give you a big hug and never let go, he wanted to smooch you until you were breathless, leaving marks on you to let everyone know that you were his and only his.

"...Well aren't you such a cute little cookie~? As a token of my appreciation, here's a little something that you may have lost during my show." you tilted your head in confusion, what was he talking about? Suddenly, out of nowhere, you heard something fall behind you. You quickly turned around and gasped at what you saw. It was your hat! The one that puppet gifted you! Oh, you were so happy to see that hat again, you took a quick sniff and... yep, the same blueberry milk scent from before.

"...Thank you!" you held the hat close to you before you put it on, still fits.

"You're welcome, doll! Just make sure you don't lose it again... or let your small wizard friend see you with it... hats like that one don't just grow on trees, y'know. And... if you ever come back here... I'd love for you to give me more of those sweet and tender kisses of yours, maybe I could return the favor~."

What the?! How does he know about...?? Wait, he knows, but you never actually kissed him... did you? In a split second, your mind travelled back to the memory of you... giving the puppet a kiss... oh my Witches...

"I- uh-... uhhh...b-but... w-wait what?!" is all that came out of your mouth. You couldn't believe it: The puppet, that was him in disguise! You kissed Shadow Milk Cookie (on the forehead, but still)! Shadow Milk laughed heartily at your stuttering self, blushing while doing so.

"Hahahaha! Oh, you look so adorable when you're confused~!" he teased with a devious grin that you couldn't see. You were feeling very dizzy from all your rushing thoughts and rapidly beating heart, you had to sit down for a little while, luckily the wind was there to cool off your head.

"Hehe, you're full of surprises, Shadow Milk Cookie. And sure, if I ever come back here... then maybe... I could give you a surprise of my own~." you said while taking your hat from your head and giving it a long kiss while looking at the Tree, knowing that he could somehow still see you. Your words and your actions made him gasp loudly and jump with excitement, his face turning dark blue while he floated giddily, giggling, squealing, flapping his hands and kicking his feet in the air like a high school girl who got asked out on a date by the hottest guy in school. You heard him making all those noises, which made a light blush grow on your cheeks, then you chuckled while covering your mouth with one hand. But alas, it was time to go, you knew this because you heard your friends calling you in the distance.

"Y/N Cookie, come on! We gotta go!" shouted Gingerbrave.

"Pure Vanilla and White Lily are calling us!" said Strawberry as loudly as she could.

"Let's go Y/N Cookie, we don't wanna keep them waiting, do we?" added Wizard.

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming!" you answered back, hiding the tone of annoyance in your cheerful response. You really weren't looking forward to leaving, especially since you had a good thing going on with him.

"Well, I have to go now. It was nice talking to you again." you told him sadly with a small frown on your face.

"..."

"...Shadow Milk Cookie?"

"Oh, yeah, my apologies heh, I was just... thinking" he said sternly, staring at your friends, and Pure Vanilla's his Soul Jam.

"Hm, about what exactly?" you said teasingly with a smirk. This made him snap out of his thoughts and smile.

"About how much I'm going to miss you, my shining star~! Hehehehe!" he chuckled lightly. You were blushing a lot, he called you his shining star! Witches, you wanted to jump and squeal, but you couldn't show it because your friends were watching you.

"Uh-... w-well uhm, hehe, I'm gonna miss you too...!" you said while breathing heavily, he's been flirting with you so many times, it was time you did something about it before you left, so you did the next best thing.

"Goodbye, my dazzling jester~!" you finished your statement with a wink and a bow, then quickly turned around and ran to your friends with the biggest grin on your face. You had to hide it from your friends so they don't ask you about what you were doing by the Tree, you also hid your hat somewhere in your clothing only you knew about. As you approached your friends, you all waved goodbye to the Faerie Cookies.

If only you could see the look on his face, he was flabbergasted from your bold move, his face was a whole blueberry, melting in place, drunken smile and everything, sighing dreamily over your eventual return.

"Hey Y/N Cookie, what are you smiling about? Did something good happen?" asked Strawberry curiously.

"Oh it's nothing, just remembered something funny." you said as you cleared your throat, trying to wipe away the smile of your face as best as you could. As you all left the Faerie Kingdom, you took a glance at Pure Vanilla's Soul Jam and you heard him speak to you one last time.

"Farewell, Y/N Cookie of the Cookie Kingdom, I'll see you soon." he said softly, his last message to you, if you could, you'd invite him into your kingdom. You remembered how he mentioned that Dark Enchantress would give him and his comrades new cookie bodies so they could unlock their full potential again. Maybe when he finally gets his new body, you could give him some proper affection. Back home, you stare at your hat as you wait patiently for the day when you eventually reunite with him, when you give him those kisses you promised him... when he returns the favor in the most dramatic and romantic way possible, it would be expected from a Cookie like him, you'd still welcome him and his show of affection with open arms.

When you two meet again.

The end.

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uyuforu · 8 months ago

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Pile 1, welcome to your pile! Let's start. Cards are telling me about a man, or someone who has a masculine energy. Someone who has money, someone who can be a boss, a CEO, someone who is stable money speaking. This person seems to have a lot of money or are just very economically comfortable. Yet, this person can be money obsessed, or someone who thinks money does buy happiness. Money can make them happy, and they can be quite close to their money. This person can be selfish or think highly of themselves. I don't pick up romantic connections here, or if there is, it may not be the main theme of your relationship. This seems to be very work or just basic relationship purpose. This person may reach out to you related to a job, they will come towards you. If you applied to a job this person can come to give you a positive response or tell you you are accepted. If you are already working, you could be reached out by your boss for a talk related to your position, perhaps you wanted to evolve in your career. There is movement and change in this talk. This can also be related to the work environment or colleagues. Yet, it seems like your boss isn't someone very trustworthy, or they are someone who don't like change. So you could have some conflicts with them. But you'll be very much into defending your ideas and eventually will succeed to find a way to make up with your boss about it.

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wehavekookies · 4 months ago

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Dear Kooks, do you have some tips to play D&D alone or some solo RPG? I want to play it so bad, I have a lot of characters sheets ready because I’m so excited, but none of my friends are interested. If you know and could tell me is there some online platform to discover groups to play?

Thanks always!

Hello!

(First of all I need to start posting a bit more about solo rpgs and solo gaming in general cos I gathered some really cool materials and games over last months, so thank You for reminding me of that. Just need some more free time but it's coming, oh it's coming)

I don't have experience playing specifically DnD solo, but I know there are tools for it people recommend. The GeekGamers YouTube channel has TONS (and i say it both as an encouragement and as a warning, because it can be a bit overwhelming) of advice materials, also regarding soloing DnD and solo roleplaying in general. She also wrote a book on solo gaming called Solo Game Master's Guide which if I recall correctly has a chapter on DnD specifically as well. I know people are recommending Mythic Game Master Emulator as a good tool, but I haven't personally tried it yet.

What I can recommend tho is... Ironsworn (check the link, the pdf for the first main game is free). I have been playing it solo recently and I find it very fun and satisfying. It's a system based on Powered by the Apocalypse rules framework, so not that close to DnD rules, but if you are looking for a solo rp with some more rules structure I recommend taking a look at this game because it is designed specifically for solo playing (but it can be co-oped and GMed too). You can alter the world of the game freely (and the author encourages you to do that) or use the rules in existing setting, so you can adjust it to your liking (tho i do encourage you to try the setting offered by the book first, together with its world creation process: 1) it's very cool, 2) you will get a grip of the rules in their natural environment)

I found I need a couple of additional oracle tables aside of the ones the book has, but these you can pick up as you go according to your needs, there is plenty online, and a lot of free ones too. Other than that everything you need you have in the free book.

I also recommend taking a look at some actual play of an Ironsworn game (or other games, you can find some examples of actual solo plays on GeekGamers channel too) to get a bit of an idea how people think about running a solo session and how they build a story on their own, and perhaps taking something away from it for yourself. For Ironsworn specifically I super enjoy and highly recommend The Bad Spot podcast. It has several seasons of Ironsworn: Starforge game (Ironsworn's younger brother set in space, but the rules and the idea of how the game runs are basically the same) but also some loose talks about solo gaming in general.

OTHER THAN THAT: I encourage you to look around and see what the solo gaming scene has to offer. There is so many interesting games (some with more rules structure, but also journaling games, choose your own adventure-like games, solo hacks for existing systems, and more etc etc, a whole new world to discover really), it's worth checking regardless of having a group to play with or not. I will try to get back to posting more actively on these topics, cos there is a lot of stuff I would love to share, so fingers crossed I won't get distracted lol.

Cheers!

#my apologies for not addressing the finding a group question #my dnd groups usually formed from existing groups #so im not sure where to look #but best of luck on this field too!#kooks talks #solo rpg #ironsworn

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herecomethatboi · 9 months ago

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Dbd killers x gn!reader pt. 3

Part 3 of mc getting slammed against the wall lol

Guys I need more, feel free to send me any kind of request (nsfw abc, sfw abc, more parts for this silly series etc)you have and i'll gladly write them all :D (when my final exams are finally over hahaha)

Also, I was drunk when I wrote this and I trust drunk-me with writing. He's better at writing than sober-me, so here's an unedited "masterpiece"!

ENJOYYYY 🩷🩷

The Mastermind:

At the start of the match you saw the gray metal box right next to you and knew exactly who you were up against.

You weren't thrilled at all, Wesker or "Mastermind" -as the Entity called him- was such a try hard with his skillful dashes, that you sometimes questioned if he actually was just doing it since "it's better strategy" and not for the fact he enjoys doing stunts like that.

You sighed as you rummaged around the other normal chest you found -since you forgot to equip an item- and found a flashlight, which was perfect.

Then, you heard his little chuckle Wesker does, before he dashes and was swept up immedietly and thrown quite far away.

You groaned at the impact, but got up and ran, the killer close on your tail.

Just in time, you found a pallet and smacked it on top of his head, flashed the flashlight into his face -which usually angers him a lot- and then ran more.

This back and forth between you two continued, and three gens already popped, which you were glad about.

But, alas, your confidence came back to bite you in the ass.

Wesker caught you again, slammed you against the shack, and just kept you there, while he grinned.

"Caught you now." The killer was so so close, your lips almost touched.

He was amused in his own twisted way. An ordinary human made him run so much, but in the end, was caught easily.

"Gonna hook me now?" You squeked out, your throat was held tight with the uwuburos, making breathing difficult.

Awh, you're adorable. A little mouse, if you will. Wesker knew the Entity's rules, but eventually, he will have his fun with you.

Another gen popped.

"Oh no, i'm keeping you here." He said, gave you a little peck on the lips, just to confuse you even further. Nootherreasonwhatareyoutalkingabout.

Then stepped away, but the virus stayed, locking you against the wall. "Your performance was above average. Congratulations." He bowed. "You gained the tiniest respect from me."

He left with a smirk. You tried to claw away the black thing that just didn't seem budge or tear away. So, you gave up. You looked up into the fake dark sky, thinking...

What the Hell did you get into.

The Nightmare (Freddy Krueger):

The dream realm was a tricky thing to navigate in. You sometimes were weirded out by the bloodpools that scared the living shit out of you, when you accidently stepped into them.

Today, there were no generators. Which made you uneasy. What the heck is going on?

You walked into the main building and tried to listen.

Then, the laugh. That annoying, weird, freaky laugh Freddy made, then you were in the dream realm. You looked around, like a deer in headlight. Trying to listen in on the killer.

"What the Hell is going on?" You asked out loud. You turned around and there he was, leaning against a generator that was NOT there a second ago.

"A new game." He simply amswered with a grin. Freddy seemed too happy. "A little gift from the Entity to me."

"Okay, but wha-"

"Shhh shhh shhh let me finish."

"Sorry."

"Khm. So, easy," he leaned away from the gen and stepped toward you, "you find the fake generator, and you win a price!" His grin told you there was a twist.

"If I don't?"

"... you'll know." He said with a childish innocence. "Good luck!" Then he disappeared.

Great.

After God knows how long, you finally found the fake generator. Which made it bleed, just like in normal trials, and Freddy appeared.

"Now, that wasn't that difficult, was it?"

"What the Hell is your game, Freddy?"

"Making out with you."

"What??" Before your shock truely registered, you were up against the bloody generator with him kissing you roughly.

You tried to push against him, but there was no use, of course there wasn't, you mentally rolled your eyes.

So, you just let it happen.

The kiss wasn't... Bad. You sadly had to admit.

Freddy held you surprisingly gently by the waist and neck. But his kiss was bruising and he did bite your lower lip more than once.

You started to actually kiss back and held his waist in one hand, while the other was on his shoulder.

Why were you kissing back? What the Hell is wrong with you? You don't know, but it feels... Right?

Then, you woke up wide eyed. You blinked a thousand times and just stared above you. The roof of your tent cleared up from the blurry image it was. Then you just... Licked you lip, feeling it was dry and had a smoky taste.

WHAT. THE. HELL????

#dead by daylight #dbd x gn reader #dbd x reader #freddy krueger #freddy kruger x reader #albert wesker #albert wesker x reader #x gn reader #gn reader

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manias-wordcount · 2 months ago

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Hello! May I have a request for Soshiro Hoshina from kaiju no 8 with a fem reader? (Maybe a one shot or not)

Reader is a subordinate of the third division and is suddenly cold or distant or even pushing him away whenever he tried to interact her (but only follows him when it's necessary or on the mission). He's like fell for reader even he even screw the 'no attachment' rule he made.

Reader is hard to approach and a heartbreaker if someone ever confessed her because in reality she's afraid of falling in love but also falls for Hoshina. She thinks the vice captain prefer his duties than a relationship (or thinks he's into with Okonogi) that's why reader pushing him away so that he won't fall for her.

But then Hoshina had enough and confronted reader to snap out their head or try to prove his love for them.

My apologies for a angst request, I been angsty mood after I accidentally stumbled Hoshina angsts in Tumblr (lol) but don't worry there's a happy end of this request. But feel free to reject this request!

To Fall In Line (Soshiro Hoshina x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗽𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗟𝗢𝗟. 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻/𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱. 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽. 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂!! 𝙚𝙝,, 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙢𝙝

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s not in you to disobey orders like this. But…

“I said look at me, soldier.”

…you just can’t bring yourself to do it. Not this time.

You swallow thickly, and the sound your nervous action makes is all too loud and quiet at the same time. Still, you do nothing. You can do nothing. It feels like it’s no longer you in control of yourself anymore. It feels like it’s not you who could still your shaking hands as they grip themselves as hard as they can into tight fists, just by your side. It feels like you who could not open your lungs more to take in the air that threatens not to comply with your needs the longer you sit here, dwelling. But perhaps worse of all, it feels like it’s not you who controls your eyes. Your eyes that remain open. Your eyes that refuse to look anywhere higher than the chin of the man in front of you. Despite being asked to. Despite being ordered to.

You’re disobeying him. That’s what it must look like to your superior. That you’re simply disobeying him. But you can’t. You just can’t do it. Why can’t you do it?

You swallow again. This time, the sound is more audible and shakier than before. You think it makes things worse for you. You think that because instantly, your vice-captain’s jaw clenches as his head angles down and his muscles tighten under his suit. He takes a step forward. Then two. And then three. The space cornered you yourself in was a small, tight storage closet. Somewhere far off from the main hallway. In the beginning, he had enough mercy within himself to give you space. But now, he’s out of mercy. Just like you were out of luck from the moment he pulled you aside and dragged you away from training with the rest of the crew.

For what reason? You don’t know. All you can do is mentally brace yourself now. But for what? You don’t know that either. All you know is that you’re making it worse. By not responding. By shaking. By not looking at him. By disobeying.

But you just don’t know how to stop.

“That was an order, you know.” Vice-Captain Hoshina’s voice is eerily calm when he finally decides to speak up again. It’s far too quiet and it’s far too close as he leans into your space and utters the words by your ear. And it does too much to you. The tenseness of his voice strikes the fear that it needs to in your heart, yes. But it does something else to it too. Something you’re ashamed to admit. Something that you just couldn’t shake, no matter how hard you tried to avoid getting close to him. Something that is unbecoming of a soldier and her Vice-Captain. Something, that you have a horrible feeling about why you can’t look him in the eyes right now. Not while you’re alone. Not while you’re so close. “I said…LOOK AT ME!”

His snarl is sudden. You could almost hear the dangerous curl of his lip as he barked his order at you once more. But now… now, you can see it too. Because the moment the words left his mouth, his hand had reached for your jaw with blinding speed and a bruising grip. You barely had time to yelp before your head was being yanked up to meet his eyes.

His darkened, furious eyes.

It’s not the first time one of your superiors has gotten physical with you. It’s how life goes when you’re a weapon for your country. It’s something that you’re used to. Something that you shouldn’t even be surprised by. But for the first time in a while, you find yourself looking at your Vice-Captain head-on. You find yourself staring into a face that you come to respect so much twisted up in rage at your actions. Narrowed eyes, deep frowns, and barred teeth. The whole nine yards.

And because of that, something inside your cracks.

“I’m sorry,” It comes out in words that just barely exist above a whisper. But in the small, tight space he has you trapped in, you might as well have been shouting it. You barely even pay attention to the tears prickling at your eyes. Because all you can see right now is the fury of your superior- your Vice Captain Hoshina- and how badly you have failed him. “I’m…I’m sorry…”

Or rather, all you can see is the man that you ultimately fell in love with despite your best efforts not to…and just how much hate must hold for an incomplete soldier like you.

At least, that’s what you thought at first.

“You…”

The Vice Captain’s voice takes a while to manifest. But when it does, it’s as shaky and unsure as you are. But it’s also soft. Painfully soft. Softer than you thought he was capable of. The same goes for his expression and his body too. The instant your words rang throughout the room, you could tell the energy of the moment shifted. You could tell by the way he froze before you. You could tell by the way his grip relaxed and his eyes widened in surprise. You could tell by the way he looked at you like you weren’t a soldier. Like you were some type of fragile thing that he didn’t mean to hurt. It’s different. It’s odd. It’s the last thing you expected. But somehow, it’s still him.

“You…”

He trails off again as the body loses all of its previous tenseness from before. You feel like your breaths are too short and your heart is too loud for you to hear his next words. But it’s truly him, who does not know what to say. It’s truly him who does not speak. Instead, he lets his hair fall over his eyes as a shuttered breath passes uneasily through his lips. The hand on your chin falls limply to his side, though you refuse to move from the spot that he held you in- unsure of what’s to come. In the meantime, the man before you sways roughly, as if in a fragile and upset state of mind himself. As if you were the one doing the yelling. As if you were the one who had ruled over him. As if what you said and what you thought of him were truly worthy of his thought and time and attention.

And so, a beat of silence passes. And then another. And another. And another.

Until finally, finally…

“You don’t even know what you’re apologizing for, do you?”

It comes out rough, but desperate. Like he needs an answer. Like he needs an answer to breathe again. And It’s an odd question, that much you can admit. Though, it’s an even odder situation that the two of you are currently in. But despite this, you already know your answer.

You want to shake your head. You don’t know what you’re apologizing for. You don’t know at all. But you want this to stop. You want him to stop being mad at you. But god, you must look so pathetic right now. You know you’re supposed to be stronger than this. You know you always were stronger than this. But it’s because it’s him. Because it’s been him who had been pressing you playfully for all these weeks about the recent string of confessions you’ve gotten from other members of your cohort. It’s been him who has been acting so concerned whenever you started getting skittish around him and tried to avoid being alone with him.

So you want to shake your head. You want to shake your head because you don’t know what exactly you’re apologizing for right now, but you know that you’re just sorry for some many things. For disobeying orders. For acting so childish. For behaving so weirdly. For falling for him. For all those things. For all those things and more.

But you never get the chance. You never get the chance to explain yourself. You never get the chance to express the sentiment or make things right. Because before you knew it?

He’s swooping in, and kissing you. And because it’s not in you to disobey orders like this…

…you kiss him right back too.

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eclipseberrycake · 17 days ago

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Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 6.5

AN: Okay i was in the middle of writing a/the clean browser history request when this came in (Idk if it's posted yet or not, depends how i feel lol) and immediately dropped everything to laugh and scribble a few ideas. I did finish the CBH request before starting this but the entire time I was giggling. AND Part 7 will be in the works at some point, but I'm working on some other requests before that <3

I wasn't gonna post this tonight but I hit 50 followers so let's celebrate:)

I haven't posted rules yet, which is coming, I'm just formatting it lol, but I'm comfortable with most things! I originally am a smut writer and so not very much can make me uneasy. That being said, for this blog I will not write any smut to stay respectful to Qwuel's wishes :) But things like this? I think are hilarious and absolutely on the table.

That trend is so funny to. For those who don't know, it's basically one person holding the camera, looking completely fine saying "Us after pound town" and then panning over to their partner, who looks, for lack of a better term, absolutely wrecked. There are a few DW takes on it on tiktok and I like every single one of them. :)

-> Part One

-> Part Two

-> Part Three

-> Part Four

-> Part Five

-> Part Six

Warning: More mature themes, nothing explicit but more mature nonetheless, talks and references to sex/ sexual activity but again, nothing explicit.

☁ Okay, okay, so this can go two ways here.

☁ The Broke take: Astro and Sprout split the roles of the more 'Dom' party.

☁ Both are mains, who are statistically stronger, faster, more evolved than the commons- like you and Cosmo. So it makes sense that they take the more upfront and steady role.

☁ Even on runs in previous parts, I've kind of played with that a bit. Both are settled individuals who have been practically trained to be in front of the camera and spotlight- no matter how much they hate it.

☁ I don't think that changes much after the breakout, honestly. I think after they've returned to their own forms and have had time to become reacquainted with not only themselves, but everyone else, they still hold that aura of main.

☁ Because there is a way about the mains that just...exonerates their status even if they don't mean for it too. It's in their designs and how they walk, and talk, bolstered from their times with their handlers.

☁ So it makes sense that within their relationship, they kind of take that responsibility as well.

☁ I find with Sprout especially as he's protective to a fault this is true? Like I've talked before about how you all stress him out, but it's because he cares so much it practically chokes him.

☁ While he does love good fun and being a menace in his own way- we'll get into that later- he also wants what's best for you all. So he's making sure you're eating and drinking water, taking care of yourself no matter what.

☁ Especially after the pudding cup fiasco. He keeps such an eye on the pudding inventory in the building after that, those who weren't there start worrying for him.

☁ Astro is similar in the sense that he wants the best for you all, but he goes about it in a different way. He's a very quiet individual outside of the private times he shares with you all, so he has to be sneaky about it. He has a reputation or so he's told.

☁ Bro is shadow the hedgehog coded /hj

☁ He shows his love in softer, quieter gestures. Like when he checked your forehead during the Blu incident? It was all he could think to do in that moment without freaking out. He does the smaller gestures because he's always so close to the precipice of panic when it comes to any of yours health. Bro is not chill, will never be chill, never wants to be chill.

☁ He and Shelly are BFFS, and as I said in her thing, she gets frantic when her partner gets hurt. Guess where she got that from. She got it from Baby Astro, crying for the handlers every time she so much as skinned a knee.

☁ He got more discreet about it as he grew up, but it never truly went away.

☁ So now that I've gotten that all out of the way, :)

☁ They are just as generous as lovers as they are as just like...beings.

☁ When it comes to you and Cosmo, nothing is off limits. Nothing is too much to ask for. You guys so much as breath and it has a hint of a thought of want for anything (Except pudding.) and it's yours.

☁ They probably have moods where, like the meme above, you and Cosmo need them to pick up your slack because asking you to do anything other than lay there is too much.

☁ Again, these two have different ways of showing aftercare.

☁ Astro's is soft, gentle massages and damp clothes being held by his star shards so you can reach them when you're ready. He's whispering and cooing all sorts of praises about how well you did for him and carrying you and Cosmo literally everywhere necessary.

☁ I don't know when I made carrying you guys Astro's thing, but it is now.

☁ Anyway, he's never very far from either of you and practically demands you two stick close to each other if nothing else so he can keep a close eye on both of you. If one of you absolutely demands to move somewhere and he's pinned by the other while Sprout is getting snacks or something, he's using his star shards as helping hands.

☁ He's always mindful of your own routines as well. For example, Cosmo puts a lot of care into his tail, which evidently gets ruffled and scuffed during the tussle against the bed, so he goes out of his way to learn how to properly care for it and making sure the process is as comfortable for Cosmo as possible.

☁ If you have a certain lotion or ointment you prefer, he always keeps it nearby so he can help you regardless if you can do it yourself or not.

☁ Whenever you or Cosmo try to do it yourselves, he's swatting your hands and doing it himself anyway, shooting you a stern look if you continue to whine about it. If you continue trying to do it, he isn't against using his extra hands to pin your own to the bed as he goes about caring for you.

☁ If you and Cosmo think there's no way he can catch you both, man oh man do I have some news for you. Because he can and he will. He's got an extra pair of hands and those star shards of his? He's got incredible control over them and literally makes a fool out of whoever thought they could outrun them.

☁ C'mon, you can barely stand and you think you're outrunning those bad boys?

☁ For all Astro jokes about Sprout being the Warden, he actually plays the part much better. By the time Sprout returns, you both are cleaned and subdued with Astro looking like the cat that caught the canary.

☁ Speaking of Sprout, he knows Astro has you both beat even with one set of hands tied behind his back. So once he's sure you and Cosmo are both okay and contingent enough you don't immediately whine when he's out of reach, he's showing his love in the way we already knows he does.

☁ He's getting you and Cosmo your favorite after care treats and water, along with things for himself and Astro, before returning, taking some of the burden off of Astro.

☁ He's the tallest out of all of you, so he too can also carry you quite easily. If by some miracle, one of you stubbornly gets out of Astro's reach, he's right there, picking you up like you weigh nothing. To him? You probably don't.

☁ He's a cheeky little asshole though, poking yours and Cosmo's cheek as you sip on water with that cocky little smirk, making you shove him away with a hand in his face. His go to move when that happens is to grab the hand and use it to pull the rest of you into his lap, nuzzling into your head with a laugh. You just didn't understand how cute you were to him, did you?

☁ Sidebar: I said they had moods, but with Sprout? Practically a given with him. With his stamina, he's got energy for days and knows it, which is why he takes a good portion of the aftercare that requires moving past what Astro can reach with the star shards.

☁ Rest assured though, neither Sprout nor Astro so much as think about moving until you and Cosmo are both soothed enough to handle the lack of personal attention.

☁ They have their favorite ways to end sessions too.

☁ Astro loves watching movies and cuddling in a big pile of kisses and limbs and laughter. It's literally his favorite thing in the world. He admittedly needs the contact for a little longer than Sprout does, loving the constant connection that comes with the bliss. You and Cosmo are quick to fall asleep during that too and he knows you're having good dreams since you're so close to him, so that's also an added bonus.

☁ Sprout can go either way. He likes the movies and cuddle pile, more so if you and Cosmo fall asleep. Not only are you two getting the rest you deserve, but it gives him the opportunity to turn his attention to Astro, smothering the celestial in all the love and adoration he can handle. But-

☁ He also enjoys doing any sort of group activity afterwards if you and Cosmo feel up to it. He's more than willing to hoist one of you on his back and trot into the kitchen, with Astro carrying the other one behind him, going on and on about what he could make or what they want to feel better.

☁ Food is literally such a big love language to him and he tries to show it at every possible opportunity.

☁ Bonus points if you and Cosmo are sitting there, licking your wounds as you groan to each other over all the things that are sore. He doesn't like that your in any sort of pain, obviously, but it makes him laugh at how big of babies you could actually be.

☁ Less bonus points if someone comes in and asks what attacked you two. Sprout can't stop his cackles fast enough as Astro chokes on his spit. It's just too funny watching you two scramble to answer that, turning a bright cherry red as you shoot them both glares. He's sure Cosmo absolutely combusts at the question, making him laugh even harder.

☁ Now, that was the broke take.

☁ The WOKE take: You and Cosmo top their bottom asses like it's no problem.

☁ You and Cosmo are both commons, which while not as strong as the mains, I'd like to argue are much tougher. In game they get an additional hit point, so I like to think if you're a common, you can take a punch or two and still get back up.

☁ This is carried over to the rest of your life of course. You and Cosmo are less likely to whine over injuries like minor burns or papercuts, you probably regularly playfully rough house with Cosmo because the other two whine about it. Hell, even by being a distractor alone, you're fast and don't take anyone's shit.

☁ Because everyone is so quick to blame the distractor if they get hit, you very quickly learned to become assertive and lay out a plan so if they deviate, it's their fault. You've grown accustomed to the other toons whining and snapping at you, especially in the beginning when getting research without Rodger seemed like a hopeless endeavor.

☁ So you have experience with toons fighting you on your every decision and quickly laying down the law.

☁ As for Cosmo, he's a healer.

☁ ...I don't know if y'all main healers, but I do (Alongside Astro) and lemme tell ya. People are mean to healers. He's constantly getting into fights with the other toons if he doesn't heal them well enough or if they simply have a scratch and are begging for a full heal. He had to learn to hold his own fast, much in the same way you did.

☁ Not to mention heals. The reason he drops everything once a heal is called is because before you and the others got experienced and learned how to properly hide and do runs, he had to fight the others for heals. Rodger and him had gotten physical more than a few times as the magnifying glass tries grabbing the med-kit for him and Toodles while Cosmo needed it to heal you along with everyone else.

☁ So while he's sorry for stressing Sprout out when he does it, he admittedly isn't looking to really break that habit for worst case scenarios.

☁ That being said, again, Cosmo is tough. He isn't a soft pastry who's gonna crack at the first sight of conflict. He's used to shutting attitude down as it comes, and he's used to grey walling when arguing gets him nowhere.

☁ Sidebar 2: Cosmo would be such a good gentle parent bro. He doesn't confuse it with dismissive parenting and I just- UGH.

☁ Anyway, suffice to say that you and Cosmo both know how to be a dominant voice no matter where you are. Or who you're dealing with.

☁ One of the notes I've had scribbling for this entire time since I got this message was, and I quote:

☁ "Sprout's a brat. I'm actually his scarf so I know."

☁ And I stand by past me. She was right.

☁ Sprout is the biggest brat. I've said it before in the Healer! Reader one (I think), but he like...refuses to get healed. He'll fight Cosmo and Ginger on it. This, again, carries into whatever he does. He's stubborn and willing to play dirty to get what he wants.

☁ Only child syndrome or something. His handler only had one toon to handle, so it makes sense that he got used to having all the attention on him. He lowkey expects the same in a relationship. He wants you three to be as obsessed with him as he is with you, and while you are, he probably doesn't think that way sometimes.

☁ He thinks because he's taller he can get away with whatever he wants. He pushes and prods when you aren't giving him what he wants and probably thinks he can change your mind. Which is where that assertiveness from early comes in.

☁ Eeny meeny miney- Let's start with Cosmo. Cosmo is quick to just...not interact when Sprout gets into one of his moods. While normally he's all over you guys and your every whim, there is a kind of switch that flicks when the mood strikes Sprout that changes the interaction.

☁ I can't explain it but like, you know when your partner is being a brat for the sake of being a brat or when they genuinely want your attention. Like you know. And Cosmo? He knows.

☁ So when Sprout is being a bit of twat, he doesn't engage, does not interact, barely gives him a glance before returning to what he was doing.

☁ Like, he's not outwardly strong, but he's got enough muscle that when Sprout tries to throw himself onto Cosmo's back, as if to prove a point, Cosmo can hold the weight while also continuing to ice cookies. It's kind of funny actually.

☁ Of course, Sprout does do well with this and when he realizes he's not getting what he wants from Cosmo, he throws his equivalent of a fit. He cries and whines about "You don't love me anymore" and "I've been replaced by cookies."

☁ Cosmo has to really pry on his patience for that one.

☁ As for you, you deal with Sprout however you deem fit. If it's the same way as Cosmo, he's literally like a ticking time bomb, just waiting to blow up in your face. In which case, you and Cosmo have a great night ahead of you! If you chose a different, more punitive approach...it's still a great night ngl.

☁ Astro is like...the polar opposite. He needs to please and is so good at it too. He does have a hiccup in the sense that sometimes he gets too lost in the need to just be near one of you. While Cosmo's dealing with Sprout, Astro is probably with you, quite literally crawling in between whatever you're doing and you, perching himself in your lap to get your attention.

☁ He's like a cat. Worse. Blu isn't even as bad as he is.

☁Also? He bites. When he's not getting the attention he wants, Astro bites. Then acts like he didn't do anything.

☁ So deal with them as you please. They like it, trust, I'm actually Sprout's scarf.

☁ Afterwards, they are shells of the toons the were.

☁ They are such babies.

☁ They need constant attention and will complain if they don't get it- one much, much louder than the other.

☁ While you're trying to get damps cloths ready and towels and Astro's favorite lotion, you have star shards yanking at you, trying to pull you back the entire time even with Cosmo still right there.

☁ If Cosmo is grabbing water and snacks, he can still hear Sprout yelling at him from your room, literally just making noise for the sake of making noise even if Cosmo can hear the strain on his throat.

☁ By the time everything is cleaned and water and snacks are within arms reach, you and Cosmo are pinned. No choice about it. Maybe if you're lucky you'll have time to put on a movie or something, but if not, man sucks to be you.

☁ They need the constant touch. It admittedly comes from a fear of abandonment especially while they're so vulnerable.

☁I haven't gone into detail about my own headcanons about their handlers and I'm kind of split on it in all honesty. I think their handlers definitely cared for them deeply, but they were still humans and humans are flawed individuals especially when it comes to things like money. We know the founders were bad people, but I think their handlers were genuinely good people who were just told bad things. Which influenced how they cared for the toons.

☁ But that's another discussion for another day.

☁ Not to be that person, but everyone can tell when those two took it lying down, so to say. because even the next day you and Cosmo are always seen with at least one of them following you.

☁ Maybe you and Vee are discussing the aspects of bringing her game show back, but she can barely focus, too busy laughing at the sight of Sprout slumped over you, arms locked around you as he burrows into your shoulder. He hasn't moved since you sat down, immediately falling into you, and Vee is sure he's got no plans on moving or letting you move either.

☁ Or maybe it's Shelly, cooing at Astro, who's hiding in Cosmo's back, as the cake roll copies his recipes into his personal recipe book, laughing as star shards swat at her.

☁ Either way, they cling. They're velco babies at heart.

☁ But either way I think it's safe to say, either party, no matter which way it goes whether it be Fruitcake taking over or you and Astro or Astro and Cosmo or you and Sprout, it's safe to say the next day is a no-run day.

☁ Just in case :D

#dandy's world x reader #dandys world x reader #astro dandys world #astro novalite #astro x reader #cosmo doesn't have a last name #cosmo x reader #dandy's world astro novalite x reader #dandy's world cosmo #dandy's world sprout seedly #sprout seedly x reader #sprout seedly #dandys world sprout #sprout x reader #dandy's world cosmo x reader #moonberrycake x reader #moonberrycake

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sciencelings-arts · 1 year ago

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Post totk Lu Wild concept where he comes back to the group six years later with one less arm, a magic rock, and even more patches added to his champions tunic. Also I wanted to add concepts for what the light bow and arrow would look like when made with parts from the light dragon, since light arrows are infinite and appear in the bow when it’s being drawn, so that would make it easier for a single armed Wild to still participate in archery, he just has to use his teeth to draw it back.

More lore and close ups under the cut

Someone had to inherit Mineru’s secret stone, and we all know how I’m a fan of giving it to Link. Also I hate the way the batteries are clumped together in the game so I changed it. The flames are based on poes and the other beaded waist part is made of dragon parts, they have a minor healing effect.

The bottom of Wilds tunic embroidery is based on the astral observatory and the master sword room in the master sword trials, where all around the room there are landmarks from Hyrule pointing where they are on the map. So I wanted to have the post totk floating Hyrule castle as the main thing, mostly because it looks cool and bc I wanted Wilds perspective to be from the great plateau kinda. Anyway I worked hard to make it recognizable lmao.

One more thing I want to bring up is the new golden sleeve(s), the one(s) that Ganondorf burned off, replaced by fabric made of the light dragons hair. I just thought it would be neat and I feel like she would shed after not having her hair brushed in thousands of years. It glows in the dark and helps with the pain management in his amputated arm.

Edit: I forgot to mention but the placement of the secret stone is also something I thought about. I realized that since the other members of the triforce had their secret stones aligned with the center of their body (forehead, chest) I figured that it would make sense for Link to have his following the same rule. So I decided on his belt. Otherwise, it would've been lower on his chest, maybe where the triforce would be on his master sword embroidery but I didn't want to crowd the space too much and I really wanted to doodle that part to my heart's content lmao. The belt just seemed a little bare so it made sense to me lol.

#linked universe #lu wild #lu totk #totk link #totk #linked universe wild #my art #artists on tumblr #tears of the kindom spoilers #tears of the kingdom

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that-one-ostrich-friend · 1 month ago

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Delicate Part IX

sirius black x reader - delicate part ix

word count: 3k

summary: this is part ix of a sirius black x ravenclaw!reader series. a slow burn romance with platonic remus x reader and maybe some flirtatious remus x reader if you squint a lot lol

warnings: y/n is from ravenclaw (not sure if that’s even a needed warning) so sorry if that’s not your house, kissing

a/n: i thought break would be less eventful than school jokes on me

Y/n unpacked her things slowly, the familiar click of the trunk latches ringing in the otherwise silent dormitory. She hadn’t expected the sudden pang of nostalgia as she set her winter clothes aside. The quiet of her room felt heavy, almost oppressive after the warmth of the Potters' house. Everything was quieter here—more distant.

Her fingers brushed against the edge of her favorite book on the desk as she unpacked, her thoughts slipping back to the Potters' home. She could still hear the soft crackle of the fire, feel the lingering heat of Sirius’s presence next to hers. They had shared so many moments in secret—the brush of his fingers against her arm, the way his gaze lingered on her a little too long, as though he was searching for something in her face that only he could see.

And then there were the kisses.

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, her chest tightening as memories from Christmas Eve came rushing back. The first kiss had been innocent enough—just a playful, fleeting touch under the mistletoe, the tension between them crackling with an electricity she hadn’t expected. But then there had been the second, slower, more deliberate. His lips had been warm against hers, but there was something else there too. Something deeper.

She’d wanted to pull away, to keep her distance—she wasn’t the kind of person who let herself get swept up in those moments. But with Sirius, everything felt different. He had a way of drawing her in, of making her forget the rules she’d set for herself. And as the night had gone on, she’d found herself stealing glances at him across the room, her heart racing each time their eyes met.

That one moment on Christmas had turned into many more small, stolen moments between them. Kisses as they lingered in a room— just the two of them— a little too long. Purposeful brushes of hands when they were close.

Was it just the holiday spirit? Was it the mistletoe magic that made everything feel more intense, more intimate? Or was there something more? She couldn’t quite make sense of it, but she knew one thing for certain: things had changed. And not just between her and Sirius, but within her too.

Her thoughts shifted back to her dormitory, the quiet setting pulling her out of her reverie. The room felt suffocating now, and Y/n couldn’t help but wish she were still with the Potters—still wrapped up in the comforting chaos of their home. But most of all, she missed the way Sirius had looked at her. The way his gaze had softened when they’d shared that quiet moment in the kitchen. He had made her feel like maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she often felt.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she grabbed her coat and made her way toward the door. A walk would do her some good. The crisp air of the Hogwarts grounds would clear her mind—at least for a little while.

The hallways were nearly empty when she stepped out of her dormitory, most students likely still lost in the aftermath of the holidays. She strolled down the corridor, her boots clicking softly against the stone floor as she made her way to the main entrance. The air outside was chilly, but it was a welcome contrast to the warmth she had just left behind.

As she stepped outside, the sight of the snow-covered grounds greeted her, and she inhaled deeply, feeling the sharpness of winter fill her lungs. She pulled her coat tighter around herself, heading toward the edge of the castle grounds where the Forbidden Forest loomed in the distance, dark and mysterious beneath the overcast sky.

She hadn’t walked far when she spotted Remus up ahead, standing near one of the tall oak trees that bordered the grounds. He was alone, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he gazed out toward the forest.

“Hey, Remus,” Y/n called as she approached, her voice cutting through the stillness of the winter afternoon.

Remus turned, a soft smile curling on his lips when he saw her. “Y/n. Going for a walk?”

“Yeah, just needed some fresh air,” she said, shrugging slightly. “Want to join me?”

He seemed to consider it for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, I could use the walk.”

They began walking together, the soft crunch of their footsteps the only sound in the otherwise silent campus. The wind picked up slightly as they walked along the tree line, the towering shadows of the Forbidden Forest stretching out before them.

Y/n found herself glancing at Remus from the corner of her eye, the calmness of his presence a welcome distraction. There was something about him that always made her feel a little more grounded, as though nothing could rattle him. Even the quiet moments between them always seemed to feel comfortable, no pressure.

“So,” Remus began, his tone light, “how was your holiday? I’m sure it was... different, having spent it with the Potters.”

Y/n glanced at him, her breath visible in the air. “It was nice,” she said slowly. “Different, but nice. Their house is so... warm. You know, like, everything’s always buzzing, but in a good way. It felt... comfortable.” She paused, looking ahead at the path. “It was a bit of a shock, honestly.”

Remus nodded, a soft smile on his face. “I get that. It’s hard to not feel like an outsider when you’re in a family like theirs. But they make it easy, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, her thoughts wandering. She wasn’t sure what else to say about her time there—there was still so much she hadn’t said, so much she hadn’t told anyone. Especially about Sirius.

They walked in companionable silence for a few moments, the quiet of the grounds settling around them. As they approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Remus slowed his pace slightly.

“You know,” he began, his voice almost casual, “I couldn’t help but notice that you and Sirius seemed... closer than usual over the break.”

Y/n’s heart skipped, but she kept her expression neutral. “Closer?” she echoed, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Just an observation,” Remus said, his tone light. “You’ve always seemed to get along well enough, but there was something different this time. Something... more.” His eyes flicked to her briefly. “You’re not exactly the type to be obvious about these things.”

Y/n bit her lip, considering her words. She couldn’t deny the truth in his observation, but she wasn’t ready to say too much, not yet. The last thing she wanted was to get caught up in a conversation about Sirius, not when her own feelings were so confusing.

“Maybe we just... spent more time together,” she said finally, shrugging slightly. “We were both at the Potters’, after all.”

Remus gave a small nod, though his gaze lingered on her for a moment. “Right,” he said, and Y/n could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced. But he didn’t push it further, and she was thankful for that.

There was a pause before Y/n spoke again, her voice softer now. “We did... kiss, though. Under the mistletoe.”

Remus raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything immediately. Instead, he gave her a knowing, almost sympathetic look. “Well, that’s something.”

Y/n glanced at him, her cheeks warm despite the cold air. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It was... nice.”

“Yeah?” Remus asked lightly, his smile gentle. “I’m glad to hear that. You deserve something nice, Y/n.”

She met his gaze, grateful for his words. “Thanks, Remus.”

They continued their walk in silence after that, the conversation turning to other, lighter subjects—classes, upcoming exams, the usual banter. But Y/n’s thoughts kept drifting back to Sirius, to that one kiss, to everything that had unfolded in such a short time. And though she didn’t know where it would lead, she couldn’t help but wonder if the holiday had changed things more than she was ready to admit.

As they approached the castle, the wind had picked up, sending a chill through the air, and the first hints of dusk were beginning to settle across the grounds. Y/n and Remus stopped just outside the doors, the sound of muffled chatter from inside the castle seeping through the stone walls.

“Well, this is where we part ways,” Remus said, his tone light but warm.

“Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Thanks for walking with me. It was nice to get out of the castle for a bit.”

Remus grinned. “Anytime.” He pulled her into a brief embrace and she returned it.

Y/n nodded as she watched Remus turn and head toward the Gryffindor common room, his footsteps fading into the distance. She stood there for a moment, watching the last remnants of daylight fade behind the trees, the air heavy with the promise of a quiet evening.

She sighed, turning and heading toward the entrance of the castle, making her way down the familiar corridor that would take her to the Ravenclaw tower. The castle, though grand and ancient, always felt like home, even if there were days when it felt isolating. Today had been no different. She’d enjoyed the walk with Remus, but she couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that lingered in her chest.

As she passed one of the hallways near the main staircase, the sound of footsteps echoed behind her, and before she could turn to see who it was, a hand grabbed her wrist gently, pulling her into a shadowed alcove just off the hallway.

Her breath caught in her throat as she blinked, her eyes meeting Sirius’s, a wild, almost frantic look in his dark gaze.

“Sirius?” she whispered, her heart racing at the unexpected encounter. His usual confident smirk was gone, replaced with an intensity that made her stomach flutter.

“Missed you,” he said, his voice low and husky, his hands resting on her arms as he stepped closer, closing the distance between them.

Before she could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers with an urgency that made her pulse spike. His kiss was fierce, desperate almost, as though he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since they’d parted ways that morning. Y/n’s hands found his shoulders, her body pressing closer to his, as if drawn by some invisible force.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily, his voice barely above a whisper. “I missed you,” he repeated, his breath warm against her skin.

Y/n’s chest tightened, and she couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips, though her heart was racing in a way she hadn’t expected. “Sirius... it’s only been a day,” she managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her.

“I know,” he said, his voice a mix of frustration and longing. “It doesn’t matter. I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Y/n didn’t have the words to explain the pull she felt toward him, the way her chest tightened at the thought of not seeing him again, of not having these stolen moments. She leaned into him again, her lips finding his in another heated kiss. This time, it was softer, slower, as if both of them were savoring the connection between them. It wasn’t just the heat of the kiss, but something more—a promise, perhaps, of things unsaid.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, faces flushed with the intensity of the moment. Y/n’s pulse was still racing, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

“Sirius,” she began softly, her voice faltering under the weight of his gaze. “What are we doing?”

Sirius gave her a small, tender smile, though there was still something wild in his eyes. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his thumb gently tracing the curve of her cheek. “But I know I don’t want to walk away from this.”

Y/n’s heart hammered in her chest, torn between the emotions swirling inside her and the desire to step closer, to allow whatever this was to unfold between them. “We can’t keep doing this. It’s confusing, what even are we?” she said quietly, her words uncertain, even though a part of her didn’t want to pull away.

Sirius’s expression softened, but there was still a flicker of confusion in his eyes, like he hadn’t fully expected the question. He reached out, his hand brushing against hers, as if to steady them both. “I don’t know, Y/n,” he admitted quietly, his voice almost a whisper. “I really don’t. I... I just know I like being around you. And when I’m not, it feels like something’s missing.”

She searched his face, looking for any sign that he knew exactly what he wanted, some kind of clarity. But there was nothing—just a look of uncertainty that mirrored her own.

“I don’t know either,” she said, shaking her head slightly, her fingers nervously twisting in the fabric of her sleeves. “You’re not exactly the kind of guy to—" she paused, her throat tight, trying to find the words, "to stay with someone.”

Sirius’s lips parted as though to say something, but he hesitated. His eyes dropped briefly, the weight of her words settling between them. "I'm not," he agreed quietly, his voice soft and distant. “But... I don’t know, Y/n. With you, it feels different. I don't know what we're doing, but I don't want to stop. Maybe... maybe I want to figure it out.”

She studied him for a long moment, his words settling over her. She wanted to believe him, to trust that this wasn’t just another fleeting attraction. But a part of her held back, unsure of what came next, unsure if it was something she was ready to define.

“I don’t want to be caught in something that’s going to hurt,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I don’t want to end up feeling... I don’t even know how to say it. But I don’t want to regret this."

Sirius reached for her again, his hand brushing her cheek gently, a quiet understanding in his eyes. “I don’t want that either,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “But we can’t know right now, can we? Not if we don’t take the time to figure it out.”

He leaned in again, but this time, his kiss was softer, more tentative, as though giving her the space to decide what she wanted. His lips lingered against hers, a promise of more without the pressure of needing an answer.

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The Gryffindor dormitory was unusually quiet as Sirius sat perched on the edge of his bed, his fingers absentmindedly tapping on the wood. Remus, James, and Peter were sprawled across the room, each of them waiting expectantly, though none of them had said much since he entered.

Sirius broke the silence first, his voice low and almost hesitant, a stark contrast to his usual confident tone. "I... I don't know what to do, lads," he admitted, his gaze focused on his hands. "I can't stop thinking about her."

James, who had been flipping through a Quidditch magazine, raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything, sensing the gravity in Sirius’s tone. Remus looked up from his book, his usual calm expression replaced with quiet curiosity. Peter, meanwhile, was lying on his stomach, a wide-eyed look on his face as he waited for the story to unfold.

Sirius let out a long sigh before continuing. "Y/n," he said her name like it was a secret he couldn’t hold inside any longer. "She's different. You know that, right? She doesn’t just... go along with everything. She has her own way about her. And I like it. I like everything about her."

James set the magazine down, his expression softening at the sincerity in Sirius’s voice. "Sounds like you’ve really got it bad, mate," he teased gently, but his eyes were warm, recognizing the depth of Sirius's feelings.

Sirius chuckled, though it was a little strained. "Yeah, you could say that." He ran a hand through his messy hair. "I’m not even sure when it happened. We’ve kissed—" He paused, unsure of how much to reveal. "But it’s not just about the kisses, you know? There’s something else. When I’m with her, it’s like everything makes sense. She makes me feel... I don’t know, like I’m worth something." He hesitated, his eyes darting between his friends. "I don’t know what to do about it."

Peter, still lying down, blinked in surprise. "Wait—wait, you mean it? You like her like that? Not just messing around?" he asked, looking up at Sirius as if seeing him in a new light.

"Yeah," Sirius muttered, his voice quieter. "I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. It’s... It’s confusing." He let out another breath, running a hand through his hair again. "She’s not like everyone else I’ve... dated. She doesn’t make it easy. And I’m not sure if I can even handle it. But it feels different with her."

Remus, who had been unusually quiet, looked thoughtful. He exchanged a glance with James before speaking up. "I think you already know what you feel, Sirius," he said, his voice calm but firm. "The question is, what do you want to do about it?"

Sirius looked at him, his expression a mixture of frustration and longing. "I don’t know. I don’t want to screw this up. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I just—" He ran a hand through his hair again, clearly agitated. "What if she doesn’t want what I want? Or what if I mess things up because I’m... me?"

Remus gave a soft, understanding smile. "Sirius," he began, his voice steady and reassuring, "if you really care about her, you won't screw it up. Just be honest with her. You don’t need to have all the answers right now. The important part is that you’re being real with her and with yourself."

James, who had been unusually quiet, leaned forward with a teasing smirk. "And maybe, just maybe, don’t be a complete prat about it, yeah?"

Sirius chuckled despite himself, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. "I can’t promise that," he replied, his voice lightening, though there was still an undercurrent of seriousness in his eyes. "But, I guess you’re right. I just... I don’t know what to do next."

Peter, still lying on the floor, nodded eagerly. "Take it slow, mate. Let her decide how she feels too. You can’t make it all happen on your own."

Sirius looked around at his friends, his gaze softening. He’d been bottling all of this up inside, and now that he was finally saying it aloud, it felt almost freeing, like a weight had been lifted.

"Thanks," he murmured. "You lot... you’re not as useless as you look."

James grinned, leaning back on his elbows. "Anytime, mate. We’ve got your back."

There was a comfortable silence that settled over them, the usual banter resuming in the wake of Sirius’s revelation. Yet, despite the lightness in the room, his mind kept drifting back to Y/n, to her soft smile, her gentle laughter, and the way she made him feel like something more than just the reckless, rebellious Sirius Black.

And though he still didn’t have all the answers, he knew one thing for sure: he wasn’t ready to walk away from what had just begun.

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kookygranger · 2 months ago

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Spirit in the Sky

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, fem!reader, no upside down/no hawkins au, ghostrider!steve, mention of murder (no main characters), what IRL would be considered stalking for sure but is a direct reference to that The Bikeriders scene lol

Word count: 2.7k

Author's note: I had recently read an interesting article on lucid dreaming when I started writing this so @bettyfrommars' nightmare!steve kinda pops up in this one. Also, this is only loosely based on the idea of Ghost Rider and does not follow all the MCU superpower rules, etc. – I read up on old Johnny Blaze and thought nah this doesn't work, I'm gonna make it up.

Also also, I kind of hate this but really just don't care anymore x

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Chapter Three

You dreamt of him. Once you’d finally fallen into a restless sleep.

Each time you were pulled back under, he’d appear.

You wanted to be mad. At one point, when you spotted the clock on the diner wall and realised it was unreadable, realised you were in fact in dream standard time, you tried to take hold of the situation. With your back against the brick wall again and Steve tracing the line of your jaw, you warned him.

“Get out of my dreams.”

And he’d given you a sad smile, his eyes crackling like melted sugar as they watched your lips.

“I can’t do that.”

You’d jolted awake when he leant in.

And over again, each time he got too close to you in every dream he appeared, and you found your dream self betraying you. Always ending up in his arms or stuck between a dark corner and the heat of his body. Finally coming to your senses when you heard the distant rumble of his bike and decided to run, barefoot through streets that seemed to go on endlessly, never getting any further than where you began. You were hit by something that time, a dark mass that came out of nowhere, sweat making your pyjamas stick to your skin when you woke with another jolt. Sighing as you rolled over and read the numbers on your alarm clock clear as the daylight finally breaking.

You turn the hot water to borderline scalding when you step into the shower. Plagued by visions of that smile, those hands, and the way he kept his eyes on the road when he left you standing in front of your house last night.

Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip.

It was ridiculous.

How much one date could affect you.

He’s just a boy, you keep telling yourself as you get dressed. Reasoning that the crushes you’d had before never amounted to anything. The dates you’d been on, the beds (or backseats) you’d found yourself in spurred only by a feeling of obligation. By a desire to understand what everybody else but you seemed to. Any actual feelings, crushes on classmates that never looked your way in school, or beautiful strangers just breezing through town looking for a bite to eat at the diner, were never allowed the context for infatuation. So, maybe that’s all this was. It’ll pass, you repeat to yourself as you pour your first cup of coffee for the day.

You decide to kill the extra hours before you start your shift by baking banana bread. The idea of your home enveloped in the warm smell of cinnamon and butter an extra appealing thought this morning. It’s not until you start making the batter, the bananas caramelising in a pan, that you realise you’re two eggs short.

You turn the gas off before shuffling to the front door in your fluffy slippers. Your neighbour, a sweet albeit slightly odd older lady will be willing to give you some. You’ll offer a couple of slices in return.

It’s like déjà vu, the way your focus is pulled when he sits up on his bike, your body stilling as the front door closes behind you. You’re tempted to count your fingers, to try and blink him away.

But Steve Harrington is definitely leaning on his bike across the street watching you.

He moves the same time you do, his steps matching yours as you walk down the stairs of your porch. You avoid eye contact, instead watching his feet as they cross the road in long strides, before he gets to the footpath, you’re hopping over the flowers that divide your house with the neighbours. Steve stops short as you scramble up to the front door, knocking in a loud but distinct pattern on the metal of the screen door so Lotti knows it’s you.

“Oh, good morning darling.”

“Morning, Lotti. Do you have any eggs?” You’re out of breath from the hurdling, noticeably more so than you should be from walking in between your houses.

Her gaze falls behind your shoulder, no doubt at the person causing a tingle up your spine from the mere thought of his presence there, before shifting back to your strained smile.

“Of course. You coming in?”

“Yes.”

Lotti shuts both doors behind you and your breathing begins to steady, the cool of her darkened house and the scent of white sage that’s ingrained in her furniture grounding you.

“I guess all that racket this morning was for you then.”

You follow her into the kitchen, “I thought it was just in my dream – the motorbike I mean.”

“You were dreaming about it?” She holds out an almost full carton of eggs. You only offer a nod in response, taking the two eggs you need before she gently grabs your hand, craning her neck to make sure you’re watching her. “He’s beautiful. Don’t let him in.”

You stare back at her for a second, her eyes reflecting your own, framed by skin weathered by the world before you nod again. She seems appeased by this, letting go of your hand and walking you back to the front door. You give a cursory glance outside to check if the coast is clear, seeing that Steve is stationed back by his bike.

“Thanks for the eggs.”

“Anytime darling.” Lotti doesn’t close the door behind you, watching as you walk away so you take the front path to the road instead of making a fool of yourself by jumping through the bushes again. You walk quickly, head down as you approach your own door and slide back into the safety of your home.

There’s something foreign in your space that belongs to him, and you know that’s probably what he’s here for. It’s scratching at a corner of your mind as you finish baking and start getting ready for your shift, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of its return just yet. You’re half hoping he’ll just give up and ride off, unable to keep yourself from peeking out the window to check every now and then as if you wouldn’t hear the roar of his engine when he kickstarted it.

When it’s time to leave, you spend half a minute taking deep breaths at the door, subconsciously fixing your hair with the hand not occupied with a helmet.

“Just get it over and done with.” You mutter before swinging the door open, with more force than you intended. Steve sits up straight again when he hears the slam on your way out, a little stunned as you storm down the footpath heading straight for him. He meets you in the middle of the road, opening his mouth to say something before it's cut off with a sharp exhale as the helmet is thrust into his chest.

“Here, take it and leave.” His hands catch it before you drop it in between you. “And don’t be driving past here anymore. The neighbours aren’t very happy being woken up by that thing.” His head turns briefly as you point towards his bike, before snapping back towards you when you turn abruptly.

“W-wait.”

“I have to get to work.”

Steve slides in between you and your car, “Let me give you a ride. I’ll pick you up and we can talk after.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “There’s nothing to talk about. You got your helmet back, now leave me alone.” He moves aside as you brush past him, getting into your car without another glance his way. You stop your eyes from flicking to the rear-view mirror when you pull away, head fuzzy in the silence on the drive through town.

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The familiar sizzle of the griddle and clanging of metal cookware and plates that greets you when you enter the diner through the kitchen distracts you from the lack of talk. It isn’t until you walk into the serving area, tying your apron around your waist that you notice the quiet.

“What’s going on?” You mumble when you approach another waitress, noticing her eyes glued to the TV much like the rest of the diner. “Oh shit.”

The headline catches your attention first, followed by the image on the screen of the varsity jacket-clad young man. He was someone you recognised from school. A couple of years older than you and definitely well past his letterman-wearing days but the local news had picked that photo of him, presumably to show him as someone with potential; someone whose mistakes could be more easily forgiven. Local boy murdered in heinous attack.

He hadn’t been a boy for at least a decade.

“What happened?”

The other waitress, Maggie, whispers to you as she resumes pouring coffee. “They don’t know yet. Found him in the alleyway beside The Oasis early this morning – everyone’s in shock. The news didn’t mention any stab or gun wounds, but apparently Penny Lee saw the body as they were zippin’ it up while she was walkin’ by to get to work and says his eyes were just gone. Nothin’ but blood there. But you know Penny, she convinces herself she sees stuff all the time.”

You didn’t really know Penny, not like how everyone in town knew each other. You’d grown up with these people, taken the same classes, the same school bus when you were younger, but you were never afforded a second glance. Until high school ended, and you were stuck here like the rest of them, finally growing into yourself only to be stunted by the lifestyle of a small town.

You’d only ever had one friend growing up, and you’d stuck by one another through it all. She’d moved a town away recently, to live with her boyfriend. That’s why you’d met her halfway at the carnival a week ago. She’d already been with him but wanted to enjoy it with you as well – gawking at the stunt riders together.

You hadn’t even told her about Steve yet. Maybe now there was nothing to tell.

The mood in the diner as the rest of your shift dragged on weighed down the air like the threat of rain on a humid day. The news on repeat on the box TV hung in the corner, customers shaking their heads and whispering solemnly; you moving on autopilot nodding in response to their conveyance of shock.

It follows you as you’re untying your apron at the end of your shift, exhausted from the emotions you’ve experienced through every interaction, not to mention the lack of sleep from the previous night.

“Much planned for the night?”

You shake your head as the line cook takes up the space next to you, letting his long curls free before untying his own apron and shoving it into the locker next to yours.

“No. Probably better to stay in and lock everything up though.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it, sweetheart. That asshole probably just finally ran his mouth to the wrong person.”

You look down at him as he sits on the bench to swap his steel cap boots for his worn sneakers. You’d always been friendlier with the kitchen staff than the waitresses, but you were comfortable with Eddie and his friends. “We mustn’t speak ill of the dead.” You faux admonish.

“Why not? Everyone in this town speaks ill enough of the living.”

You exhale an almost laugh. “What about you? Any wild plans?”

“If you think making my uncle mac and cheese with hot dogs for dinner and getting stoned in front of the TV is wild, then yeah,” he looks up at you, eyebrows raised, “it’s gonna be off the rails.”

You hook your bag over your shoulder and offer him a wave, “Have a good night.”

“Call if you need, okay?”

You return his look of sincerity, ”I will, thank you, Eddie.” He salutes as you turn away and head out the back door, the fresh air giving you a bit of a boost as you breathe in the night.

***

It was too dark to see him when you first pulled up.

Now, as you step out of your car and your eyes reflexively find him in the same spot you left him you start to worry about what you really know of this boy that rode into town to steal your common sense – and where you’d written down Eddie’s number.

“This is insane you know that? I should call the police.” Your voice carries easily in the silence of the night as Steve steps further into the light of the streetlamp his hands raised.

“I just need to apologise for last night.”

“Fine, apology accepted. Can you leave?”

He tilts his head, a smirk pulling at his lips, “That doesn’t sound very sincere.”

You scoff, moving towards your door and Steve runs across the street.

“I didn’t want it to end. I really had to take care of something. I didn’t have an option. Believe me.”

You turn around abruptly, and he stops a few steps in front of you. “Why should I? I barely know you.”

Steve holds a hand to his chest, taking a steadying breath before pleading with you again, “Please, give me another chance. Let me make it up to you. Get to know me.”

The light catches his eyes, reminding you of your dreams; the way he held you, the wind passing through your skin as you clutched onto him riding to some unknown destination out of town.

Maybe it’s this feeling of unease in being alone tonight because somehow you can’t believe Steve would ever intentionally hurt someone. Maybe it’s the earnestness in the way he looks at you, or the fact that you feel anything at all when he does – but you can’t stop the words from slipping out.

“You hungry?”

He nods slowly, unsure at first. “Starved.”

You gesture with a flick of your head behind you, “I’ll heat up some leftover spaghetti.”

You make him sit on the back porch after he freshens up in the bathroom, his eyelids drooping to the sound of you pottering about through the window as the cushions on your outdoor sofa draw him further into a state of comfort.

“Should I just leave you out here?”

Steve jolts at the sound of your voice, rubbing his face as he sits up straighter, “M’sorry, just…”

“Long day standing in the street like a hopeless stalker?”

He smiles as you pass him a bowl of pasta, “Yeah.”

You leave a cushion space between you as you sit down. Steve concentrates on twirling the pasta around his fork to stop himself from moving closer.

“Did you uh–how was your day?”

You shrug, “Not great. Probably worse for a lot of other people. They’re saying this guy was murdered last night, someone I went to school with.”

“I’m sorry.”

You sigh, “He was an asshole anyway, from what I’ve heard. But still…it’s weird for this town. Unexpected. You should be careful,” you shake your head, “I don’t think they’ve caught whoever did it.”

“Are you okay?”

You look over at him. “I just feel a little emotional, I guess. Seems to be something in the air at the moment.”

Steve’s hand twitches, “I’m around, you know? If you ever feel unsafe or anything–I meant what I said. I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

You stare at the furrow of his brow and the short stubble peeking through along his jaw before you catch his hazel gaze again.

“Why wouldn’t you let this go? I mean, the carnival’s only in town for another few weeks anyway. Do you have some sort of extreme people-pleasing complex or something?”

He laughs softly, “Well yeah kinda, but that’s not why.” You urge him with a look to elaborate. “I didn’t back off ‘cause I didn’t want you thinkin’ that I don’t care about–you. That I was just some asshole.”

You shake your head, “Why does it matter so much?”

“’Cause you see those things…you see me.” He pauses, licking his lips. “And I want you to know that I see you too.”

Fuck.

Tagging @dreamerjj

#steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x you #stranger things au #ghostrider!steve

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local-unintelligible-shifter · 16 days ago

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Introducing my Pokemon X PJO DR

Cora, born March 15th, nonbinary (They/Them), Australian, Pokemon trainer

Appearance:

My Pokemon (start of dr):

Sylveon: - Sylveon is a service Pokemon and she has a pink service Pokemon vest (just imagine a pokemon version of a service dog vest) thats specifically made of a nice feeling material for sensory issues - Service Pokemon don’t take up party slots - Used to be an eevee but evolved (clearly) - Dosen't battle but can/will if she feels like she need's to step in Helps with: Regulating anxiety/panic attacks, meltdowns and sensory overloads, grabbing and touching things I can’t due to sensory issues (with either its feelers or psychic) Ability: Cute Charm (to help possibly de-esculate any possible situation with it's cuteness) Moves: Helping Hand, Misty Terrain, Psychic, Reflect

Vulpix: Ability: Snow Cloak Moves: Moonblast (egg move), Powder Snow, Disable - Is my first Pokemon (excluding sylveon) and main partner

Sprigatito Ability: Overgrow Moves: Petal Blizzard, Shadow Claw, Quick Attack

Aesthetic:

Songs: Cherrybonbon - Kyary Pamyu Pamyu CANDY CANDY - Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

Powers:

I'll find out when I shift/will update after I shift lol

Misc:

I'll find out my godly parent when I shift, I'll aslo find out my last name when I shift because I'm lazy but i'll take suggestions

Leaned in to the 'pokemon tend to look like their trainers' thing from the anime, will probably dye hair some pastel colour at some point, pastel princess vibes, eventually gets a keystone and ninetaleite

Originally I also had a piplup but I don't really fuck with empoleon vibes wise I might still get a piplup later but it will probably stay a piplup, also originally my vulpix was the fire type version of vulpix not the alolan form, my step-mum does have a piplup though (also a dingo fakemon b/c fakemon are a thing in my dr for ✨biodivercity✨)

Australia's starter pokemon

Note: If for some reason you want to be in any of my DRs I will add you, you can be as vauge about your personality and description as you want, it cam be a pm, ask, post that you tag me in idk but I do have a-few house keeping rules 1: The closest i'll accept being related to a cannon character (appart from like being half siblings in the case of pjo) is a distant relative purely so things don't get too confusing if someone else also wants to be related to said character and there are clashes, same with romantic relationships but I can make a footnote for any crushes and it will play out how it plays out, also if its something like pjo I also have scripted in powers for the cannon 12 cabins so feel free to be lazy if thats the case and not add powers 2: With Pokemon DRs you're not getting ledgendarys or mythicals, not even me, also if you want to be in this dr in particular and want to be a trainer you don't have to have a full team off the bat, also try keeping what pokemon you do have to what pokemon you think would fit your country/area of origin or you can let me take the wheel and i'll give you one or two pokemon if you want. Also service pokemon are a thing as indicated by my Sylveon, if you want a service pokemon just tell me, either look at headcannons to what pokemon would be best suted for what or pick whichever pokemon you want (also keep in mind with the pjo dr if you want to be close in age to percy and annabeth you'll be 11-13 for abit of range so keep that in mind) 3: For pokemon DRs unatural eyes and hair are free rein (within reason)

#this dr will let me live out my kawaii dreams lol #pokemon x pjo dr #shifting realities #shifting #shifting blog #reality shifting #shifters #shifting antis dni #reality shifter #shiftblr #shifting community #shiftingrealities #pokemon dr #pjo dr #percy jackson dr #crossover dr

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i love your drawings so much<333 your art is so perfect like the anatomy looks so beautiful!!!! how did you learn to draw that anatomically correct? like do you use a lot of references or do you just know how to draw bodies atp? bc im struggling with anatomy lmaoo

Wahhhhh!!! 🥹 Thank you so much!!! I'm holding this praise very close to my heart right now!!!! I've spent a lot of time over the years doing studies and having images of muscle group diagrams open while drawing, so I'm super happy to hear it paid off!

So I don't really use references anymore when I start drawing and composing the pose, but I absolutely still reference diagrams of muscle groups when I find myself hesitating with the way certain parts of the body may appear. Something like this, for example:

Something that gives me an exaggerated idea of what that part of the body looks like so I can soften it to my liking. My main goal when using reference isn't to do a 1:1 replica, but rather understand What I'm Drawing while I'm drawing it. At this point of my art journey, I'd prefer having more practise in manipulating these muscles than just practising drawing what I can see.

(Worth mentioning I absolutely still practise observational drawing, and it undoubtedly aids this aspect of my drawing, too. I used to use fanart specifically to practise it, but this year I've taken to separating my fanart from my study art because I find that it allows me to be less miserable when it doesn't come out good LOL now I just do oil painting which helps me focus more on general shapes and values)

Using these types of categorised diagrams has also helped me simplify that initial structure of the body when I'm sketching. Having general markers of what muscle goes where definitely helps me set the position of the body in the long run.

I very, very highly encourage the use of references always, but especially when still learning to get more confident with anatomy!!!! Me not using references for poses is very much at the cost of having anatomy that could be even More accurate LOL I merely know where to place the lines to make things look Passably believable. Buuuttt that's also just the process of improving. Imagination is a muscle that has to be trained too. What's been helping me find a happy middle nowadays is drawing with references that cover small parts instead of using the reference for the whole illustration. FOR EXAMPLE!!!

I had drawn this much of the catlaila I recently posted without a reference before I was like.. Huh. I can't really figure out what I want to with the arms, but I also don't know what is Physically Possible to do with the arms here, so I'll experiment with my 3D poser (WHICH BTW I LOVE AND USED TO USE RELIGIOUSLY FOR EVEEERYTHING SO!! GO DOWNLOAD LOL it's called MagicPoser) and I had adjusted the models up to this point before being like, ok yeah this is enough for me to go off of as something that is physically feasible. So the posing of the rest of the models is whatever because I just needed to know what Laila's arms would look like. This was the final linework:

Like, it's still not a 1:1 with the reference, but it's just enough that it seems feasible !! My personal opinion is that sometimes reference doesn't capture the Shapes that I want it to, even if it's more realistic, so it's ok to break rules and just go with your flow lol... It's shocking how many times I've thought references of real human bodies look unrealistic and ridiculous HAHA Hence focusing more on learning the muscle groups/shapes so that I can adjust to my liking without sacrificing the integrity of the anatomy...

Also, not necessarily on anatomy, but I use plenty of references when I need to see things like how tight shirts stretch over breasts, or how cloth sits at a certain angle, or, honestly, hands. I almost always draw hands by looking at my own. I cannot stress enough: I use plenty of references. I am not a magician and I don't have perfect memory, even after four/five years of studied drawing x)))

Anyway. I've yapped so much. I try to be detailed in my explanation of anatomy because god knows how much I struggled with it!!! I STILL do. If you ever catch the link to it, I often stream these drawings and you'll see how many times I duplicate these layers so I can erase whole sections and try again, or how often I'll attempt the position of a leg over and over before I feel its right. The final product is so quick to digest but the process is frustratingly finicky, I promise, LMAO.

I hope this wasn't too convoluted and long, and I wish you the super best on your anatomy journey! If you ever need help and catch me at the right time, I'm totally open to giving any work a second opinion ! :3c

#nc111qna #nc111 tutorials and studies

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ryuichirou · 4 months ago

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What do you think about Lilia and Idia's chats? I know you ship them but did they affect you in any way?

Sorry for the late reply, Anon!

This is one of those asks that I really went “oh no I have to think about this one properly, this is a very important topic” lol But it’s probably for the best because today is kind of a perfect day for me to write about this particular topic.

As always, I ended up talking a whole lot, so I hope you enjoy reading it. I’ll try not to digress too much!

Short answer would be yes of course it affected me: I’m pretty sure it was one of the main reasons why I started shipping them in the first place.

As someone who crawled out of Homestuck’s cradle (and will stay there forever at least in some capacity), I really love it when characters chat. I think all of us act a bit differently when we’re on the internet, even if we’re trying to be 100% honest, or at least we are perceived a bit differently. And when you have two characters who know each other irl, but also know each other online as different people, and one of them is crushing hard, it creates such an interesting dynamic… so beautiful.

It’s very interesting to see Idia swooning so hard. He doesn’t act that way around anybody else, even people he is kind of close with (Azul is the only example but), which contrasts nicely to his usual snarky antisocial self. I love it a lot when this type of character gets very into someone and ends up being a bit tormented by his own inner demons: he craves to be closer to that person, he wants to spend more time together, but he is scared that the moment he accepts his feeling he’s going to get hurt. He is terrified of being vulnerable, but Muscle Crimson makes him so happy that he just can’t help himself. Idia is so cynical and pessimistic, he already accepted the fact that he’ll stay lonely forever, and yet whenever Lilia appears, he gets hopeful, romantic and longing. Very Megara of you, Idia lol

What doesn’t help is that no matter what Muscle Crimson does, somehow it only makes him more perfect in Idia’s eyes…

For starters, in ch6 Idia said that one of the things he loves most about Muscle Crimson is that he never oversteps and is very understanding of him, and how he is very natural in a way he expresses things. What I’m trying to say is that Idia never feels like he has to explain himself or push himself, like MC always gets it and never pries into his affairs. This is the thing that Idia usually struggles with the most: social expectations, the pacing of a conversation, the arbitrary rules of how two people should communicate; and he doesn’t have those issues with MC whatsoever. It’s very easy for him to talk with MC because the moment this usual obstacle isn’t present, Idia is suddenly very eager to connect with another person. MC is chill, MC is nice, MC is mature and MC isn’t needy. We see it so much with their online conversations, it’s incredible.

I also really love their chats because they very nicely show what exactly Idia wants from a relationship. Whenever I talk about Idia’s ideal type, Idia’s love language, Idia’s anything, I always end up talking about it: Idia loves quality time and sharing things that he loves with others, so the fact that he can play videogames with Lilia is massively important for him, but this isn’t the only thing. In Idia’s dorm uniform vignette (god that vignette is such a feast for a multishipper), Idia gets so excited because MC not only agreed to listen to his favourite band, but also was engaged enough to express that he wants to listen to them! On his own volition! Azul-shi who didn’t even bother to listen to their music that Idia kindly brought to him should take notes!

I’m sorry but let’s take a look at this dialogue (official translation from wiki but I just want to make a point okay):

Ah, I see. My apologies for not being well-informed on the topic.

NP! sorry for rambling about something you don't care about lol

Imagine ranting to someone about your oshiis, and instead of being annoyed or politely agreeing with you, the person goes “oh I’m sorry that I haven’t heard about them”. Of course, Idia’s instinct is to pull back a little and to apologise for his rambling and to joke about MC not being interested – not as a jab at Lilia, but as a jab at himself instead for bothering him with unnecessary information.

And instead of just letting the conversation go to some other lane (which would’ve been a bit sad, but ultimately not that bad because Lilia’s initial response wasn’t an annoyed one), for some reason, MC does this of all things:

Actually, after seeing how passionate you are about them...

My interest in this Premo group has been thoroughly piqued.

you're already interested just from hearing me drone on and on?

you're like the nicest guy. i'd give you 100 rare drops if i could

Would you recommend a particular song for a first-time listener?

Not only he didn’t get a “ehhh yeah cool”, but he also got a “send me their songs” instead. It’s like Lilia is actively trying to lure this poor otaku boy into his embrace lol But the best thing is that it is so casual and genuine, even Idia-the-biggest-cynic doesn’t feel like he is just trying to be nice about it. And as I always say, despite being a hikikomori, Idia is good at reading people, and someone as insecure as he is would’ve definitely thought that MC was just being nice. But he didn’t, instead he got super excited about it. The boy is so smitten he’s melting as we speak...

And not only that! When in that exact vignette some shenanigans happen with the website of the band, and Idia gets upset about it, MC is so quick to cheer him up and comfort him. It’s interesting with Lilia because he really is wise and mature, but sometimes he doesn’t quite know what to say to comfort someone?? There are some areas in which he is a bit clumsy, I guess, but it seems like when it comes to Gloomy Samurai, it feels like he knows him super well. How his mind and emotion operates, what makes him upset. It’s sweet that he is very eager to support him and feels genuinely bad for him; we’re even shown Lilia himself in his own room being troubled that his online buddy might get depressed over what happened. It’s just so… sweet?? I don’t think Idia had anyone other than Ortho support him like that before. I’ll talk about Lilia in general in a moment though.

One last thing about this vignette is that I wanted to talk about is this little exchange:

it'd be so cool if we could meet up IRL...

Oh? Well, if you wish to meet offline, I'd gladly visit whenever you like.

oh nonononono, i live in a super remote place rn!

i'd have to take planes, trains, buses, and boats to go p. much anywhere

meeting up would be a whole THING...

Imagine Idia fucking Shroud not only having a gaming buddy he is excited to talk to, and not only entertaining the idea of meeting said buddy irl, but also EXPRESSING THIS IDEA OUTLOUD? And once again, he is met with enthusiasm, because OF COURSE MC wouldn’t mind hanging out irl! And the moment he gets that response, he pulls back once again, keeping his distance, being anxious and overwhelmed by the possibility of meeting up with MC. It’s incredibly interesting to see Idia acting this way, and once again it shows just how much he doesn’t want to ruin what they have right now. Let’s be honest, it’s not just the fact that he is in NRC; he would’ve easily traveled somewhere if he needed to, they have portals, for fuck’s sake, although not for personal usage. In this convo Idia does what Idia does all the time in their chats: he dares to express interest in MC’s irl affairs, and then gets terrified that MC won’t like it, or MC will answer and somehow this newfound knowledge will ruin something, or that things will get weird: Idia just doesn’t want to risk breaking this balance between them that is super fragile in his eyes.

I love him being so unsure and anxious. I love him being invested and infatuated, but also being so afraid to get hurt. It’s like Lilia is taming him little by little… which isn’t intentional on Lilia’s part lol He’s just hanging out with the guy he likes to hang out with! And the guy is out there falling in love deeper and deeper with every single one of their chat.

But the thing is, this is still not completely one-sided. It’s just that we tend to focus on Idia during these chats, and Idia is really crushing hard on Lilia, but when we’re shown Lilia’s side in his Suitor Suit vignette, we have a little more info on how he feels.

I find it interesting that after Idia’s little rant about how marriage in-game is a stupid mechanic and that it’s such a pain, Lilia changes his mind about asking Idia if he wanted to get married in-game… for unlocking an achievement of course. Which is SUCH A SHAME because Idia would’ve gone full 180 on this topic and would’ve accepted his proposal so fucking hard lol After learning just how much Idia pulls back and rambles, the whole thing really feels like Idia thinking that someone like MC would never ask him for something like this, and how suggesting it himself would’ve been stupid: what if MC thinks that he’s weird or clingy or cringe? So he threw the ball to Lilia’s side of the court so aggressively, that Lilia just figured that Idia hated the idea in general and didn’t want to play with him at all… SUCH A SHAAAME.

But still, it shows that Lilia also doesn’t want to make Gloomy Samurai uncomfortable. Not from the place of extreme shyness, but from the place of loving hanging out with him and not wanting things to become too complicated.

But also!! It’s so interesting to compare the way they act and type. Lilia is so proper with his lack of emoticons, but he is still playful with his comments from time to time. So reliable, so mature, of course Idia’s mental portrait of Muscle Crimson is “older man who may or may not have a family and may or may not be a proper businessmen” lol The boy is talking to someone else’s husband and dad in his head… I also love moments during which Lilia just goes “oh yeah I used to wear armour for work” and Idia just assumes that he’s joking around. I want to see more of their chats ahhh! And I want the big reveal!!

On a personal note (you don’t have to read that part lol), I have my own sentimental reasons to be so into this whole thing. It feels very nostalgic because the whole dynamic, the situations, even the typing style to some degree, it all feels very similar to what we went through ages ago. I won’t point at Lilia and say “he’s just like me for real” because I definitely wasn’t as slick as him at the stupid age of 16, but I did try to have this mature image back then lol But also, just like Lilia, seriously underestimated just how much that antisocial sweetheart I enjoy talking to a lot is into me.

Those early stages of the growing and blossoming relationship, moments of pulling back, showing initiative, trying and being insecure about all those things: I can see it in them, especially in Idia. Since I was technically the Lilia of the situation, I feel such warmth witnessing those early steps in Idia, his crush and his doubts about the whole thing. It’s like… flirting, but not quite? Some other style of flirting that isn’t really noticeable until you really look at it. Since I myself was quite dense back then and, once again, didn’t notice a crush (that I was told about btw) for quite some time, I feel especially sorry for Idia and his pains LOL But also, especially hopeful~

It’s precious. I could’ve written something edgier or sexier but ultimately I feel like it’s very precious, at least to me lol I really love these two. And this is why I’m writing this post today of all days. Very sneaky of me.

Anyways, thank you so much for your question, Anon <3 I love these two a lot.

#replies #about characters #lilidia

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