#the reader is so put together i love it

[yuwuta]

the best stereotype to assign to toji is that he is the dude who is defensive about and honestly a little nerdy when it comes to grilling. he will guard that grill and he will deliver perfectly cooked hamburgers and steaks no you cannot help him and he knows he shouldn’t call it a “man’s job” but it’s his job and your job is to sit in the little beach chair he pulls out for you when it starts to get warm and sip your drink and keep him company and tell him what you think of the new spice rub he tried out and sure if you wanna kiss him on the cheek that's fine too he won’t object 

[teddybeartoji]

it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

[ceilidho]

having insane brainrot about ex-ghost and you bought something back when you were together that has no refunds like a vacation or a concert where you can’t manage to get anyone to buy your ticket. you think there’s no way he’d come after you blocked him on everything, but your stomach drops when you see his big ass frame across the queue line for the venue or at the same airport gate as you with his boarding pass in hand, staring right back at you…oh i’m freakin it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

I had this stored in my inbox for ages because I was hoping to be inspired enough to write for it but alas it never happened 😢 but oh Christ ex husband Ghost is just on another level altogether. Ex-husband Price might’ve played the game and let you have your stupid divorce because he knew you’d come back to him eventually, needing him to help you out (or manufacturing situations to have you relying on him for help), but ex-husband Ghost is another beast entirely. Whatever paperwork you send gets binned immediately. He’ll use it for kindling if he has to. And god forbid you sent it by courier.

He’s still showing up at the airport for your vacation even though you called him and begged him to just let you go alone. He hummed on the phone, sounding distracted like usual (he’s not one for phone calls; he might like the sound of your voice, but he doesn’t particularly care for his), so you assumed he’d acquiesce, but then you show up to the airport and he’s got a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and his passport in hand.

[kelocitta]

In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

[bio-hazard]

the fact that i could see each of the chuckle boys as like.. hallmark christmas love interests is so silly to me

and idk if there's anyone out there who knows these movies well, we don't have cable in my house so i've only seen a small handful so if im wrong shhh no im not + also this was written real late so if u see mistakes nuh uh

Ted is the teasing and kind, handsome guy that can't help but show up at all the right places to poke fun at you. He's a friend of your parents who sing his praises mentioning that he's been such a help while you've been away, and he's happy to meet you, saying he's heard much about you from your parents and takes that opportunity to tease but he's also the kind to notice your jacket isn't quite keeping you warm and gives you his scarf, telling him to keep it cause you look better in it than him anyways.

Schlatt is the grew up hotter than you were expecting kind of guy, who has a shocking soft spot for christmas despite how he teased and tormented you as kids. He acts a bit aloof around you at first until he finds out you aren't very fond of Christmas and takes it upon himself to change your mind, bringing you hot chocolate and tricking you into skating under the lights with him and guiding you along the ice because it's been so long since you last went skating, he leads you on this tour around the town showing off all the decorations on the houses only to find yourselves in the big decorated town square under the mistletoe and he's so smug and says he has no idea how that got there but... tradition is tradition after all

Charlie is the childhood neighbour and friend who you slowly grew away from but is glowing to see you and invite you along and open up all these old feelings for him along the way. Everything is a trip down memory lane and your parents can't help but laugh fondly as you two immediately go back to stealing cookies and sneaking onto the roof to sit together and watch the stars, starting snowball fights and smearing flour and icing on each other as you bake. Like the most cutesy cliche things like throwing snow in the air to make it sprinkle down around you or making snow angels. Then finally confessing to each other you both had feelings "before everything" during the annual christmas dance and while he was too scared to when you were younger, he invites you to dance and the two of you are at the centre of the room as the night progresses, never once letting go of each other.

[celestie0]

kickoff characters favorite tv shows

not that anyone asked but i remember i had this in my old notes as this sort of joke interview thing for the cast of kickoff for headcanons n to commemorate the death of those notes i thought i'd try n replicate this to fill the void lol

Q: favorite TV show?

kickoff! gojo: I watched The OC a fuckton when I was younger so I’ll go with that?

kickoff! reader: omg gilmore girls for sure!! i loooooove dave so much ☺️🙈

kickoff! gojo: Um excuse me who tf is Dave

kickoff! reader: he’s just a character

kickoff! gojo: Does he think he’s better than me? Do you think he’s better than me??????

kickoff! reader: pls tell me you’re joking 😃

kickoff! geto: Huh…that’s a hard one, I’ll have to think about it for a sec

kickoff! nanami: I really enjoy Criminal Minds. It’s very engaging, and I appreciate that every episode is different, yet still there is a central plot line that aligns with the main characters

kickoff! choso: Really? Criminal Minds? That show’s so fuckin boring

kickoff! gojo: Seriously who tf is Dave

kickoff! choso: I’d say my favorite show is Impractical Jokers

kickoff! gojo: Oh fuckkkkkk I take my answer back my favorite show is Impractical Jokers

kickoff! choso: You can’t just steal my answer dude

kickoff! geto: Oh! I remembered what my favorite show is :) The Big Bang Theory!

kickoff! gojo: Now that’s a fuckin boring show 😂😂😂🫵🏼🫵🏼🫵🏼

kickoff! gojo: Hey where’d y/n go I have questions for her

kickoff! choso: I saw her slip out the back like five mins ago

[harbingersglory]

Thoughts on transfem Ningguang with a fem!reader whose her bodyguard? Fem!reader whose like a loyal, protective dog out in the world when they're out and about together, but an utter submissive puppy behind closed doors for the Tianquan?

literally shaking like a chihuahua oh what i'd do to be the Tianquan's lap dog..mean femmes are so attractive its like putting my brain in a blender.

It's not surprising the Tianquan has a bodyguard. She's a key political figure in Liyue and anyone aiming to dismantle the carefully curated hierarchy has her at the top of the list. To the public, your just muscle to intimidate the lesser crooks from even thinking about it and deal with those who get too bold.

Behind closed doors, though? Your nothing but the Tianquan's lap dog at her beck and call.

She isn't fond of public displays, but she does like hiding it in public just for the thrill. Knowing you wear your collar under your uniform so you'll always remember who holds your leash is a thrill she can't beat.

She's a bit mean and sadistic, really, but she's the Tianquan. She has the money to spoil you like a good puppy afterwards..so long as you behave and exceed expectations. Whether you lean more dominant or submissive doesn't matter, since you'll probably be subbing whether your top or bottom. It's a different kind of thrill to make you sit on her lap, stuffed full of her cock, while she works. That or she has you under her desk, one hand fisted in your hair while she uses your mouth instead.

She has to be at the top of her game, after all, and her position is a stressful one. What better way to de-stress then to put her little puppy to good use? You're just so pliant when she orders you on your knees.

She keeps it tame if thats more your thing, but if you give her the go ahead she will buy you muzzles. Some just the standard muzzle, others with gags, plenty of collars and leashes for all sorts of occasions..she might even get you faux ears and a tail just for a little finishing touch.

She's just as big on aftercare, though. She puts her money to good use spoiling you, partially because she knows she can get a little rough with you. That and as much as she likes to call you her puppy, she won't have you smelling like a wet dog. Get in the bath.

You won't stay clean for long, especially because she absolutely goes all out on her tub so it's more then big enough for some extra activities, but it's better then nothing.

Sometimes, though, she just needs to be pampered herself. She adores body worship after a particularly stressful day. Just lounging in half tied silk while you worship every inch of her.

And if anyone notices you limping the morning after..they say nothing. They just chalk it up to a fight with some assassin or similar. And if they do know, they know better then to bring it up.

Bonus for being shared with Beidou when she drops by Liyue harbor. Nothing like a rowdy pirate to shake things up and make a mess of you on the Tianquan's bed while she watches.

[the-daiz]

Witness me whole | Speed-o’-sound Sonic

Genre; fluff

Pairing: Speed-o'-sound sonic x reader

Synopsis; Sonic letting his guard down around you.

Side note: I wrote some hcs abt sonic and one of them was that he gets sleepy or drowsy whenever he's around his partner, yeah this is kind of an expansion on that hc. Also fuck me I wasted a lot of time writing/thinking about this fic and didn't finish studying and now its 1 am

Alert. Speed-of-sound Sonic had always been alert. Nothing slid past his watchful gaze. He was raised to never let his guard down, or it would cost him greatly. His senses were always on high vigilance, it didn't matter where he was or what he was doing. Even in his slumber, his ears were always sharp, picking up on any slight shift or tatter. Like a camouflaged cat, his eyes would be blown wide even if a mere leaf swayed and fell beside him, jolting him awake.

Allowing himself to rest would be a mark of disgrace to his dignity. He was a ninja like no other, tiredness never even dared to gawn on him.

Yet as he stepped off the window frame, his feet making soundless contact with the cool floor, he was engrossed by a beguiling aroma, enveloping his lean frame with tender endearment. It tugged at his soul, ushering him, and all of him, into the warmth of the silent abode. Like a scheming siren, lulling its victim into its unrelenting fangs.

The atmosphere slipped into his muscles, incasing around them, causing his figure to promptly tense at the burdening constriction, however, as soon as he expelled a hurried breath through his lips, the sensation suffocating his being eased, and a newfound sense of soothing tranquility settled upon its departure. 

He could hear the soft hum of his inhales against the midnight silence. 

As he guided himself further into the apartment, already familiar with its parameters, the sounds of shuffling and clinking of trinkets escorted him in the direction of the bathroom. 

The door was open, light illuminating from the bathroom and into the dimly lit room. He stepped closer, his movement weary, slow, and deliberate, with the intention of not startling you.

"(Y/n)." He spoke, assiduously eyeing your back. You stood before the sink as you gazed at yourself through the mirror, lined with a thin layer of fog, whilst you patted your damp hair with a warm towel. Your skin was moist with the reminisce of your shower. Sonic's eyes scanned your outfit, a casual shirt paired with sweatpants. His gaze lingered as disappointment instilled in him. 

It would've been nicer if you were just in a towel...

An alert hum vibrated in your chest, your brows perking up as you blinked in the mirror, staring at the blurred reflection of your lover. For a few moments, you blinked at the unmoving, black blotch on your mirror, then your hand hauled up to wipe the mist off his reflection, your lips morphing into a grin as his form cleared.

"Breaking in, again?" Your smile turned smug as you glanced back at your reflection. 

Something akin to gravity pulled at him as your voice hung in the air, a heavy weight suddenly materializing in his core. His body moved to lean on the doorframe, using it as a means to support himself. He shrugged, a ghost of a smirk playing at his lips "You should really lock those windows."

"I'd get an alarm system if I thought they'd actually keep you out." You tossed the towel into a wooden basket beside the counter as you turned to face him.

As soon as your gazes locked, Sonic's eyelids felt like they were being pulled at by an unrelenting force. He pushed himself off the frame, pushing his hands into his pockets as he stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room briefly for no apparent reason

"You're quiet tonight," You stated with a raised eyebrow. He shrugged again, avoiding your gaze. You bit the inside of your cheek, inspecting his form curiously. You didn't push for answers and simply turned back to the mirror, combing your fingers through your now-dry hair. "What? You're not gonna say anything?" He rolled his eyes and gave a half-hearted scoff at the snarkiness in your tone. 

"Not much to say."

"That's new."

You observed him through the mirror, his heavy gaze fixated on your feet. His posture was laced with unfamiliar tension, but you knew better than to pry. Still, a small frown settled on your face. You didn't like knowing there might be something weighing on him whilst being unable to somehow lend him any sort of reassurance. You inhaled sharply and eased away the wrinkles on your face.

"Well, you could at least make yourself useful if you're not gonna entertain me." You grinned. then grabbed a strand of your hair. "grab me a comb or something, my hair's a mess..."

Sonic didn't respond to your quip, but instead stepped forward and closer to you, his limbs growing heavy. You caught the small action through the mirror. A faint frown crossed your features, but you continued to hold your smile.

"You wouldn't mind brushing my hair like last time, no? I'm kinda tired from..." The tilt in your lips slowly wilted as you continued to peer over at Sonic, watching him step even closer. His dull, downcast eyes indicate that your words went unheard, you could hardly make out his grey hues through his bangs. 

His presence was unmistakable as he stood tall behind you, your posture straightening slightly in response. The hair on your nape pricked up as you felt a chill of tension course through you. Your brows furrowed further the longer your eyes lingered on him.

"Hey,-" Your sentence was cut short when his arms slowly enclosed around your waist, his chest leaning into your back. You slightly tensed and pressed your lips to form a thin line.

His head fell against your shoulder. You could feel his hot breath scatter on your bare skin, causing a slight shiver to run down your spine. You glanced to the side to stare at his head, your expression softening as he shifted and nuzzled his nose further into the crook of your neck.

The silence was peaceful around you, allowing you to savor this ephemeral moment. The air was embued with an undeniable sense of tenderness as you carefully listened to Sonic's soft, yet deep breaths. You noticed how his inhales grew slower. Steadier.

His arms loosened and then wrapped tighter around you, his body leaning further into your radiant warmth. You felt a smile stretch across your face, hands lightly resting on his arms.

"Now this is new." You teased with a cheeky grin. Sonic let out a soft groan.

"Just shut up..." His voice was low as he spoke, as if he had no energy left in him to bite back like he usually did. You let out a soft exhale through your nose and eased into his embrace.

He could feel the tides of drowsiness wash over him as he held you, his limbs growing more leaden with every passing second. The feeling wasn't completely new to him. Whenever he was in your presence, tiredness always found a way to creep into his consciousness, something he thought he was utterly immune to. He would fight the feeling every time, refusing to go completely vulnerable, even if you were the only one who would witness it. 

For whatever odd reason, however, he had no desire to battle the bothersome sensation this fateful night, letting it consume him. His guard down, and his eyes weighed down by the adoration you encased to him. And only him.

You held onto the sink and readjusted your stance when Sonic's weight abruptly slumped onto you. You blinked. You still felt his arms slightly grasp you.

Your hand trailed up to gently caress his silky locks. At the contact, his head jerked slightly as his eyes fluttered open, pulling him out of his momentary stupor before his mind dove into a deep sleep.

"Come on," You murmured, gently tugging his arms to unwrap from around you. "Let's go to bed."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

had a really weird moment right after waking up where i started thinking abt satoru with a curse user!reader who’s really bratty and pissy that he refuses to kill them but then i realized that it’s. literally just stsg 💀

[iluvmatt]

chapter ten, boyfriend, girlfriend? taglist: @taking-a-footnote-in-your-life​, @lostwonderwall​, @lomlolivia​, ​@sturniolomads, @kylespencersvocalcords, @stxrniqlo, @sophialimass, @loonielol, @siriusfahey, @getbillzoned, @kjd55, @ceceswriting​, @dancingintheedark​, @yoongoboongo, reach out to be added :-)

new plans, matt sturniolo smau synopsis: coming home for the holidays has its perks; you get to see your childhood best friends again, you get to spend the holidays with the people you’ve always loved, and the list goes on. of course, it also had its cons— you have to face your best friend, matt, the one that you’re madly in love with and have been in love with since you were merely thirteen. little do you know, though, that he’s dealing with the same mixed emotions of you and the holidays; biting his nails as he waits for you to knock on his front door.

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[imaginethathaikyuu]

don't lie to me part two - sneak peak + mood board

(featuring vague spoilers... that will only make sense after you read the chapter...)

akaashi keiji x fem!reader enemies to lovers :3

part two is: a flashback chapter. complete and total enemies to lovers WITH fake dating. con artists. so much sexual tension, new characters, angst, like actual real angst, like these characters are not safe, but its okay because theres a lot of making out and shy touching and tension, did i mention theres spoilers in the mood board

---or, a story where, after your boss assigns you to a most important con-job, the only thing you and akaashi have to worry about is convincing rich party goers that you’re madly in love - that shouldn’t be so hard, right?

lying to yourself comes easy when you put on an act for a living.

just don't be honest with him, and he'll keep lying to you.

don't lie to me part two coming as soon as i finish writing it!!!!!!!

[the-whispers-of-death]

Okay I don't know if it's because of my current love for a "mysterious, withdrawn person x mysterious, withdrawn person who is just slightly a little more outgoing" relationship dynamic or if it's because of my love for friends-to-lovers trope, but I can see Stone x Sarabi being a thing. I know I've only talked their relationship a little bit, how they've bonded over everyone around them being so much more outgoing, but I can see them being drawn towards each other romantically.

I can see them finding solace in their similarities (I know opposites attract is a thing, but you can't tell me some couples are just really similar in personalities) and I can see them falling in love with the small little differences that sets them apart.

They'd both bring out the softer sides of each other but I feel like Sarabi would bring out a softer side of Stone in a way Kali or Heartthrob could never bring out in Stone (or Grim Reaper!Stone, in Heartthrob's case). Like with Sarabi, Stone's more innocent, for a lack of a better term. He'd be so affectionate and want so many cuddles, would giggle at Sarabi's jokes.

(I'm a firm believer that Stone giggles and gets really soft and almost childlike when he really feels super safe with someone.)

And Stone brings out the side of Sarabi that's the hopeless romantic, the one who sees flowers and sees how vibrant the colors are. The side that Sarabi only touches upon for his poetry. Fun fact, Sarabi actually used to bird-watch when he was a kid, and I feel like Stone got him into bird-watching again.

Imagine them settling down somewhere after they've retired, getting Stone his six cats (yes, Sarabi also likes cats so he would definitely let Stone get six). Sarabi grows a little fruits and vegetables garden somewhere where no one can easily get into so Stone knows the fruits and vegetables weren't poisoned or anything. Stone regularly helps Sarabi keep his facial burn scars nice and protected when they're outside, putting sunscreen on the scars.

Speaking of Sarabi and his burn scars, I feel like Stone is the only one who gets to touches them. He's so gentle with touching Sarabi's right side of his face, cradling the cheek so gently as to not give Sarabi any phantom pains. And Sarabi who usually flinches when someone even brushes against his right side just leans into the touch, tilting his head to the side so his entire scarred cheek in Stone's palm.

The moral of the story is that to me, Stone x Sarabi is a great couple and I feel like making an AU where they're married and enjoying being husbands.

[lesbianfakir]

hi! I started reading your fanfic a couple days ago and I just wanted to let you know how amazing it is <33 I finished princess tutu less than a week ago and I'm so glad to find such high quality content ! Do you have any specific headcanons about rue and mythos relationship?

Aaaaa tysm Im so so happy you like it!! Man. Man finishing tutu for the first time literally a transcendent experience, it rewired my brain chemistry forever.

I will preface this with saying I think rue and mytho are really cute. I like how it’s her strength that draws him to her. When he sees how much she’s suffered under years of abuse he realizes he WANTS to love her which is monumental considering mytho spends most of the show unaware or confused about what he wants.

THAT SAID… ohohohoho Ruetho you have so many problems. I hope it’s coming through in my fic but I write them as walking on eggshells around each other. Rue is frightened that one day he’ll “wake up” from his love and she’ll be left directionless in life. Rue has put all her eggs in one basket for her entire life. We, the audience, know she would be okay without mytho. Not only does she have Duck but she has so many admirable qualities that we KNOW she’ll be okay standing on her own. Rue doesn’t see it that way. Mytho has, in her eyes, been the only person who could love her for so many years of COURSE she conceptualizes her whole identity around him. If she loses mytho she loses her sense of self. So she tries to be what her idea of a perfect princess who was never touched by the raven would be. She only wears light colors, she tries to never show negative emotions, and she works hard to make everyone in mytho’s kingdom love her. The problem is she believes she’s one tiny slip up away from losing everything

Mytho on the other hand loves Rue truly, but he has yet to process his trauma by her hands. If you look for it, in my fic I write little details like him flinching when rue raises her voice or snapping to attention when she gets angry. But he hates these responses in himself and he tries to steam roller over them. I imagine mytho as someone who’s so wrapped around the idea of being the perfect honorable prince, and princes love their princesses unconditionally. They aren’t angry or hurt or afraid of them. And Rue is rue right? Kraehe was a trick of the raven. So he tells himself he’s okay and he tells himself he’s moved on from their past but all the while the cracks in their relationship grow bigger. Deep down he’s hurt and he’s angry but those are ugly emotions he’s been without for so long he doesn’t know how to process them

I think a core detail in how I conceptualize them is they both perceive themselves as being the lesser one in a a power imbalance. Rue is a plain, human girl unworthy of a prince and one day he will realize his mistake and leave her. Mytho is afraid of Kraehe, no matter how much he reassures himself he has forgiven rue, and as such he’s very careful with what he says and does around her

Anyways I like to think in the 3 years between the end of the show and the start of the fic they have never gotten into a real argument. They both won’t let themselves show their real emotions so we have these two people wearing beautiful, flawless porcelain masks to hide the absolute maelstrom of emotions they are feeling. Their love comes from a real foundation and they do express it, it’s everything else that is wrong. Tldr; she’s trying to be a perfect barbie and he’s trying to be a perfect ken. They are both miserable

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👾 anon here

Sage kinda would have to be a house husband since he is from hyrule and not from here making him not have any documents of his birth, pretty much making it harder for him to get a job or anything that has to do with people needing to know of his birth and I doubt people would believe that he came from a video game especially knowing how his ears look more human than hylian and half of his arm is missing and people would question that and look at reader thinking their suspicious and they have done something terrible to sage like kidnapping and sage wouldn't want that. Sage would probably have an interest of true crime shows because he would be able to pick the bad and good habits that killers did to or get caught and find the things that would kill a person more efficiently. Because of him now only having one arm he is gunna need help for some tasks like the ones where you need both arms altho he wants to prove that he is perfect to be a house husband for reader which the hole needing help to open a jar might break that to him but that is a plus cause that means reader would have to be with him as it can be used to bond and to get their attention to him instead of the chain. Being at reader's world now would Legend's hair be turn more normal he would probably have only few streaks of pink hair and twilight marks look faded like their old tattoos and much for the favor of sage those two would not turn into their animal forms as much and I think hyrule would feel much weaker as he is a fairy. Hyrule would probably try to learn modern medicine from shows and twilight would probably tag along sage when he is farming or going to the farmers market. Maybe one of them becomes a influencer to help reader with the bills since now there isn't just two people living but more than twelve if you count the others and reader.

@neverchecking, @lovanmari MORE HOUSE HUSBAND SAGE!!!

AKSMSDKCVM BECAUSE WARS AS AN INFLUENCER 💀 It'd have to be him of any links, He's already got the looks. wild could be his camera man since he'd be hopeless with tech. And you're so right, reader would be DONE with how they're having to provide for everyone now. If any of the links offered to help, they'd be readers new favourite instantly - much to everyone else's jealousy.

as for some of the other points 👾, Sage very much volunteered but at the same time reader would be in so much trouble if he was found without any ID, there's a chance he'd try to forge some just to make it easier on them so they don't have to be as stressed about him going out or getting arrested themselves there isn't a single way he'd let that happen after all. But Wind would be the real issue - adults can somewhat slide, excuses for loosing things sure. but a kid? Reader is fucked if that ever got picked up on, and school is a whole different problem to deal with.

As for legend and the others, his hair would probably stay the same - sure the magic has gone, but it's not like hair dye doesn't exist here. The same could go for Twi's markings since they could be written off as a tattoo permanent without the magic so you're right about how they'd fade over time. It's less like the looks are the issue, it's just the magic isn't there anymore and anything - like their ears, Hyrule's fairy side and sage's arm have no way to fit into the real world so they get lost over time. ALSO POOR HYRULE, He's going to be bed sick for at least a week while his body adjusts. DO YOU THINK SAGE IS BAD WITH JUST AN ARM MISSING?? RULIE CAN'T MOVE AND HE'S NOT PLAYING IT UP AS MUCH AS HE COULD. While I do like the idea of Sage losing his arm within the real world as well, I feel like it wouldn't be completely lost. Reader would be constantly reassuring him that he's good enough and perfect as he is, only encouraging him to do it even more ✨✨. But if it was he would play it up for so many sympathy points, begging reader to open jars, to have them dote on him when he gets phantom pains and suspiciously only having it play up when the others want reader attention.

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Finally got around to watching ep 11 (´；ω；｀)

[gothsuguru]

idk why i love making suguru suffer so much… i just think it’s seeing him crumble underneath the weight of everything he’s been through/done that’s so delicious… suguru who’s inundated with shame, guilt, & grief is one of my favorite flavors, ESPECIALLY when he strikes at reader like a viper — bit cruel, bit bratty, a lil bit in love…