#ty for taking the time to write that

[justyourlocalplaguedoctor]

Hey, if you can't convince your brain to calm down and you can't stop yourself from drowning in election updates, then instead of trying to convince your brain that actually everything is fine and to let the worry go, you can lean in to the emotion to distract yourself. Like, if you're feeling tense and scared, put on some youtuber/twitch streamer playing a horror game. That gives your brain an outlet, like "Oh there's a good reason I'm so scared and it's ALL THE ZOMBIES" (or whatever) and then you'll be less invested in endlessly refreshing election news. Hang in there!

Tysm have a hummingbird that turns rainbow

The black jacobin hummingbird has prismatic wings when held up to light

[petrichorium]

also on my hands and knees dying to know about ur divorce (and perhaps reconciliation maybe…) with sir croc

Firstly I wanna say croc is THE reason for the divorced tier I had everyone in the husband/fiance/bf (and cusp + complicated) tiers I had the list downloaded and then I looked at croc in the husband tier and I was like no. Divorced………

Anyway I think you’re a marriage of convenience at first. Crocodile needs a wife to look more like An Upstanding Citizen Ready To Settle Down for his plans in Alabasta, you need the stability and rapport for your own reasons. A deal was struck (including a nice shiny prenup and an easy way out for both of you), the wedding goes off without a hitch, and now you’re cohabitating.

You’re all but a stranger, truthfully, though he’ll admit you were one of the most beautiful brides he’s seen walking down the aisle. And he finds your presence in his home less distracting than expected—you stay out of his way mostly, though the pair of you eat meals together and sleep in the same bed and you are always expected to be on his arm for formal occasions. You’re more than decent company, slowly warming to him and growing more open; willing to give advice on occasion, even, and it’s good advice he’s prone to heeding.

Which is why he’s blindsided when you drop the papers on his desk. There’s little he can do—they were practically already signed before the wedding, and in the surprise he can’t compose himself enough to think up a proper protest. All he can do is fold his hands together as you turn to leave, clear his throat, and call out, “Might I ask why?”

You shrug. It almost seems sad. “I want something more. You’re a very busy man, I don’t think you can give that to me.”

And those words haunt him, all the more because every trace of you is gone in the span of a few days. He lays in his bed, alone, pondering how much you truly lived in his home and how much he truly had to give you. He thought he made sure you wanted for nothing—but, clearly, that wasn’t the case. And if he’d known you’d be gone in the span of a few years…

In hindsight perhaps he’d been a bit distant. His work took up the vast majority of his time. All those meals were more often than not spent in silence, with Crocodile leaving long before you finished your food; you were often asleep before he came to bed, still slumbering when he woke; he’d arrive to those formal events with you on his arm and part ways almost immediately, drawn to meet with some politician or another and leaving you on your own.

The bed feels empty.

And then he gets a report about Nefertari Vivi. It all goes downhill from there. The empire he spent years building crumbles beneath his feet, toppled by that godforsaken princess and the upstart pirate with a straw hat. And as he’s carted off to Impel Down… he still thinks of you.

It’s perhaps a good thing that you left when you did. In a certain sense it saved you, severing ties with him when you did. But foolishly he wonders about the timing—wonders if it would have happened at all if you’d stayed. Logically he knows the rationale is anything but sound.

Instinctively… whenever he gets out, whatever he intends to do next, he thinks he needs you at his side again.

So when the break-out happens, and Crocodile is given a freedom he’d nearly given up on, the first thing he does is begin to track you down.

It takes more than he thought it would. His web of informants isn’t half of what it once was, and his name no longer pulls as much weight, forced to remain in the shadows as he now is. You, meanwhile, catch onto the mystery person trying to keep tabs on you far too quickly for his liking—flighty thing, never quite setting down roots, quick to flee at the first sign of danger. A trait that has only seemed to worsen in his absence, it seems.

But it’s only a matter of time. He’s Sir Crocodile after all, back from banishment to the depths of the ocean, sure to see the sun again. His men close in on you within a year as he builds up his numbers again, but Crocodile ensures he’s the first to make contact.

He intends to show you immediately how things will be different this time.

You’ve made temporary home on a quaint little island, sharing a house with a little old granny who lets him in eagerly when he presents a bouquet and says it’s for you. There he waits, served tea and biscuits that he doesn’t taste.

And then the door opens. You pause when you see him, eyes wide—donning a breezy sundress you’d never have worn for him in Alabasta, your hair wind-tousled so unlike the meticulous updos he always saw you in, with a basket of produce under arm—and the sight of you has his chest unwinding. It’s like he can breathe again.

Not that he had any intentions to before, but the smell of your familiar perfume steels his resolve to never let you disappear again.

[sherbetstudios]

Honey, I’m home! [LFLS animation meme/PMV]

⚠️ blood cw

+ the yt thumbnail

this will also be premiering at the same time this is posted!

[shellxrls]

hiii! hello hello this is not exactly an ask but more like a tedtalk??? idk I just want to take it off my mind a bit!!

coryo is a girl's dad. like, once you're pregnant with a girl you feel terribly sorry because you thought he was gonna want a male heir but oh you were so wrong. the moment you told him about it he was so happy he spend 25minutes laughing at the notice after spinning you mid-air and kissing your face non stop. he loves children and he just wants to grow his family with you, so when you told him you thought he was gonna be sad over it being a girl he just chuckled and told you he'd be "happy with whatever gender the children has, as long as it's with you"

he takes extra care of you now. loves feeding you your pregnant desires and loves the way you start eating more berries because your daughter wants it, and god he's so head over heels with you and the way your belly is all round and pretty- he goes shopping with you for baby clothes and why would he tell others to make your daughter's room when he himself can do it? doesn't even let you inhale the smell of paint because he thinks is not good for the baby and he never leaves you alone, he simply can't stand the thought of having you going out pregnant and so vulnerable so along with 10 peacekeepers, he's with you too, right by your side. and by the night his head is on your belly just like his hands, wanting to feel the baby kicking.

yeah that's it i'm so sorry it is so so long but i love the idea of him being all soft for you and your baby daughter kdjksajkl sorry!! xoxo

this is so cute omg. i love soft coryo. i think being a girl dad would hit especially hard with him too, bc he’d be grateful that he gets the opportunity to operate as a parent without the pressure of having a son and ending up like his dad was to him. it’d truly let him relax and dote on you like a little lover boy all grown up with this new responsibility <33.

[i-eat-deodorant]

🎵😡❓🚶‍♂️ for any of ur characters. whichever's on your mind atm

🚶‍♂️-> for a habit-themed headcanon

Narinder rubs his wrists a lot, a habit he carried over from his TOWW days where his manacles constantly chafed at his wrists. With them gone his arms feel light, but the ache still serves as a reminder of who he once was. Rubbing provides some relief, but ends up exacerbating the problem in the long run. 

When he’s anxious he also grooms himself to the point of excess, especially around his arms and shoulders. Earlier on, it wasn’t uncommon to see Narinder with missing patches of hair from where he overgroomed and licked off all the fur there. Nowadays he redirects his tick by grooming Lamb instead, but their wool is a little too thick for him to handle and he keeps getting his tongue snagged in all the fluff. 

🎵 -> for a music-themed headcanon

At first, music was entirely overwhelming for him. The Gateway deadened all things living: smell, sound, sense of touch. It took him a while to even begin to tolerate the cacophony of noise that constituted music, much less enjoy it. He still prefers dead silence, but the problem with having big-ass ears like his is that he never really gets dead silence. Living is far too noisy for that. 

If asked to pick a music, he is partial to the bhajans he heard back when he was a bishop. It’s familiar, even if it comes from a time that hurts to remember. 

😡 -> for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

He hates being helpless. No, he doesn’t fear it, he just hates it. Nobody will pry the latter confession out of him no matter how hard they try. 

That’s what power boils down to, really. What control reduces to. The ability to have the deciding factor in every situation imaginable. Death proved as reliable as it was a confounding factor—he could change the manner of death, delay it, ease it, but never stop it. That was why resurrection ended up being so tantalizing in the end; the ability to have his domain under his complete control by removing its permanence entirely. Entire legions brought back to life under his reign. He could be powerful, and his kingdom would last forever. 

(He discovered, perhaps too late, that there was no state of true control. A god, reduced to chains, degraded to a mortal. Then from Lamb he learned about the little things, finding autonomy in a world where so much was out of his control. This too, was power. He serves death in life, and when inevitability comes for him eventually, he’ll die in their arms like an old friend.) 

❓-> for a headcanon of the receiver's choice

No matter how badly or how often Lamb pisses him off, he can’t help but feel a sort of pride that they’re the one who’s the owner of the Red Crown. After all, he’s the one who chose them, who trained them, who’s the reason they ever got as far as they did. And if anybody can earn his respect, it’s the godslayer who killed all four of the Bishops before ousting him in a fight. 

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[eccentricinari]

I hope the new year is a creative one for all of us!!

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

[stabbyfoxandrew]

if youre still ok with doing promps

a mix of 10,11,and 12 for kevjean?

make it as slutty as you please

10. A kiss along the jawline / 11. A kiss to the neck / 12. A kiss along the collar bone (BE WARNED: THIS IS SMUT)

They didn’t usually do it this way.

With Kevin on top, that is. 

But here he was, right at home on Jean’s lap. Jean’s hands were both sitting on Kevin’s waist and so large Kevin felt surrounded by them. God, was that an amazing feeling. 

“Mm,” Kevin sighs out when Jean’s hands guide him up, then back down. So was that— being deliciously filled and tenderly held and loved. “I love you,” Kevin whispers, as if it’s a secret. 

It’s not. It hasn’t been in years. Not to them anyway.

“I love you more,” Jean says back in French, his lidded gaze making Kevin feel hot all over. 

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Kevin rises up on his own, then down again. A few times until it’s almost too much. Then he stills with his hands on Jean’s chest.

Jean’s right hand travels from his waist up his side, then slides back to its home. “Do I need to flip us over or can you do it?”

“I can do it,” Kevin snaps without meaning to. Jean cocks a brow, but the twist to his lips says he knows how close Kevin is. 

“Come, Kevin. I can finish on my own,” Jean offers, but Kevin shakes his head.

“No. With you or not at all.”

“Admirable for a man who’s been at the edge of ecstasy all evening. Can you last?” Jean purrs. They’d started hours ago, Jean working Kevin up to the edge at least four times without pushing him over it. Suffice it to say Kevin’s been walking on jelly legs since before dinner. But he’s held out. He’s even been patient, which he’s not known for.

“Yes—” Kevin starts, then the air all rushes out of his lungs when Jean thrusts up into him without warning. Oh, fuck. His eyes roll when Jean squeezes his waist and does it once more. Oh, fuck. Kevin wants to let go, wants to ride Jean into oblivion and come all over his chest. He groans at the thought, but doesn’t move.

“Hm?”

“You’re killing me.” Kevin breathes.

“You whine a lot for someone who crawled onto my lap—” Jean cuts off when Kevin bends down to kiss him. With his mouth occupied, he can’t tease. He can’t talk dirty. And he can’t fucking gloat. They break for air and Jean’s pupils have swallowed his irises. He swallows. “What was that for?”

“Just shutting you up.” Kevin says, rolling his hips experimentally. He’s fine, back from the edge. But Jean curses under his breath and his fingers spasm against Kevin’s abdomen. He must be getting close now— Oh. Kevin’s a bit offended. “Kissing does more for you than me sitting on your dick?”

Jean laughs and it’s beautiful. “Of course not.”

Kevin remains unconvinced. He drops his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jean’s jaw and the Frenchman goes utterly still, tilts his head to the side. Taking this as permission to keep going, Kevin mouths down his jaw to kiss at his neck. He doesn’t get far before Jean lets out a broken little noise that has Kevin pausing.

“Bad?”

“No,” Jean’s voice is uneven. “Just… No teeth.”

Kevin’s heart clenches and his hand slides up to cup Jean’s face. “I know.”

Jean blinks and Kevin dips his head once more to continue what he was doing. He kisses and sucks at Jean’s neck gently, without even the barest scrape of teeth. Jean’s low groans have Kevin’s cock leaking, his orgasm closer than ever. Apparently the feeling is mutual. He feels Jean throb inside him and clenches down, getting a gasp for his trouble.

Jean swallows audibly, “I need to fuck you now.”

“Then do it,” Kevin dares, lips against Jean’s collarbone. He presses a kiss there too for good measure and Jean takes over, maneuvering them so that Kevin’s on his back where he truly belongs. The angle’s perfect and he wastes no time pounding into Kevin, hitting his prostate with every other thrust. 

They don’t come at the same time, but it’s a very close thing. Kevin hits his crescendo and Jean joins him mere seconds later, fucking them through it. Each of them comes almost silently, Kevin with tears in his eyes. Because it's good. So goddamn good.

When it’s over Jean collapses onto Kevin’s chest, not minding the mess they’ve made, and lies there for a minute while cohesive thought comes back to them slowly. Just after Kevin's soul climbs back into his body, Jean raises his head to set his chin on Kevin’s chest.

A lazy smile spreads across his face. “Close enough.”

[cepheusgalaxy]

@clickerflight @whump-art-exchange

Image ID: An ink drawing of Kolt, naked, from the whump series Fallen. He is bruised and looks away as the chain attached to his collar is tugged. He is inside what appears to be a cell, with multiple eyes on the walls watching him intensely. /end ID.

Ok, so, I tried to do this like two times and it took me a while to lay the sketch. I had an idea for what to do--i went to give the series a shot, once i noticed this buddy here is a part of one so i could get better context--and so the idea i had was for making something from his villain days! It appears that Kolt as a villain was very intriguing (at least for me) but I couldn't make a sketch I was satisfied with, so I decided to go more whumpy! I remember a part where Kolt is in his recovery and he remembers when multiple people were watching and mocking him....couldn't get this over my head. Overall, I haven't finished it yet, but Fallen is a great series! They write it so well!

Art taglist:

@for-the-love-of-angst

[tojiscrack]

HIIIIII! First of all I obviously want to thank you for being so smart and creative because liar liar is really juste THAT good!

Idk if you're into k-dramas but i just finished the first episode of family by choice and I couldn't help but think about how much it fits with the dynamic between megumi and y/n and I just love it !! It really felt like i was watching the live version of liar liar !!

liar, liar masterlist here:

HELLOOOO!!! before i say anything, i just have to apologise for the dry response here, i'm on my laptop so i can't use emojis :(

but anyway! first and foremost, i'm like giggling in my bed rn like being called smart and creative is just soooo <3333 ugh, you're welcome?? TY FOR BEING SO NICE AND STARTING OFF UR MESSAGE WITH COMPLIMENTS LIKE <333333333 i'm happy you're liking the story so far!

i am into k-dramas :D i've watched a fair few (weightlifting fairy kim bok joo, squid game, true beauty, angel's last mission: love, lawless lawyer, all of us are dead, etc) but i kinda stopped for a while, idk why? like not on purpose, but i just forgot to continue going through my list hahahaa

FUNNILY ENOUGH, family by choice just so happens to be on my list and i haven't touched it. i heard it ended recently too and i've seen a shit ton of edits on tiktok about it, ppl seemed to have REALLY enjoyed it so it must be THAT good.

but now that you compare it to megumi and y/n... i might just watch it some time soon? i wanna see what dynamics and how the setting might just seem like a live action of liar, liar, as you say...

you've just given me a recommendation i'll actually end up checking out!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me when i have to figure out how to structure a fic

[plusultraetc]

What’s the old WIP you found?? If you feel like sharing, of course 😊

omg I do feel like sharing :D

The fic was called 'follow your dreams down,' and yes that's a Springsteen lyric, and yes it's "No Surrender," which means that erasermic was somehow involved 😭 It was kind of intended to be an exploration of how Aizawa, Mic, and even Midnight processed Shirakumo's death while they were at UA (which is to say: Very Differently), but oh my gosh what little I wrote is just. Really Sad. Like, here's a snippet but it's a bummer, and even though the fic had a happy-ish ending, obv there's no real 'happy ending' for a story like that.

(I have a habit of accidentally abandoning wips that get too heavy just because I always end up choosing to work on more lighthearted stories instead (for example, the semi-anonymous Star Wars au has a sequel, but it's unfinished because it was Sad. For some reason Present Mic can never have a good time in my sci fi aus??) In this case, I think another UA-era fic took over for 'follow your dreams down' because it's way happier and therefore less emotionally taxing to work on lol. Shirakumo gets me every single time. I cried about him like two days ago because I was flipping through Vigilantes to check a tiny detail. EVERY TIME.)

[wyn0rrific]

Well, which type of dolly lifestyle fits Vitus the most? Princess? Bimbo barbie like style? Maybe even the monster high student?

Second, does anyone outside knows of second side of Vitus and Fulgrim relationship...how do they think of it?

hmm *hasn't really thought of that before*

vitus is definitely fulgrim's little prince, he enjoys being cared for and having fulgrim dress him up and pose him as you would with, persay, a ball jointed doll.

fulgrim definitely creates paintings of his dolly, his little muse *sighs dreamily*

to answer the second question i've been wanting to add other characters into this au (a certain man with iron hands perhaps?) but during school they try to keep their relationship hidden due to vitus' fear of judgement (it doesn't bother fulgrim at all as he understands both of them have separate reputations to hold).

they also dont really do dolly time outside of their home (but occasionally vitus will slip into a halfway point where fulgrim can dress him up a little bit to go run errands/etc). i thought about writing a short lil thing where they try to attend a club of some sort or involve another person (cough ferrus cough) but im unsure as to how I'd write it

[good-beanswrites]

hii hiii is it alright if I request something with kotoko and haruka?(platonic ofc) their character foils drive me insane with all the weak stuff authngghn icant be normal about them

Oooh thank you so much for the request! I realized that these two actually have one of the smallest windows to talk easily, given Haruka's nervousness and Kotoko's T2 changes. They have such interesting approaches to strength/weakness, and I hope I could capture it a bit here! This takes place immediately following Kotoko's bday timeline after Harrow's release:

“I’ll accept those birthday wishes…” Kotoko gave him a wave over her shoulder as she returned to making her bed.  

She shook her head in awe. It was rather impressive how quickly the boy had changed after his verdict. The others had more subtle differences, but he was someone entirely new. She could rest easy, at least, knowing that her verdict wouldn’t change her much. For as long as she could remember, she’d been like this. She knew where she stood, and neither guilty nor innocent verdict would affect that. This verdict was really only an indicator on whether the warden could be trusted or not. 

Her body tensed up when she turned back around, startled by Haruka lingering silently in the doorway. She decided against chastising him for scaring her half to death. Still, she couldn’t keep the bite from her voice as she asked, “did you need something else?”

“Ah… I just…” He twisted his hands together. “I had a question.” 

He fell silent, but Kotoko could tell he was chewing on his next words. She waited.

“H-how do you do it? All the time? You’re older and stronger and braver and I-I just don’t know how.”

“Give yourself some credit. I’m not that much older, or stronger. I only have, what -- two, three years on you? And you did very well in the arm wrestling tournament the other day.” 

She wasn’t being patronizing. For someone so sheltered, Haruka could do some damage. He stood a few inches taller than her. The others had taken the arm wrestling as a little game, but Kotoko had used the event to measure up her fellow prisoners. After his close match with Mikoto, she had made a mental note to take him seriously. 

“No…” his expression twitched, getting frustrated with the misunderstanding. “Not muscles. I mean… you don’t have someone like Muu. You don’t need someone next to you all the time. But you still talk with everyone… and it looks easy. All the time. You always know what to say, and what to do. You never look scared. You never cry.”

Kotoko’s smile softened. She wasn’t the prideful type, but his words gave her a wave of accomplishment. She certainly was scared. She did cry. But she wasn’t about to show a single crack in her resolve in front of anyone here. Haruka had given her the greatest of compliments by confirming her success.

“Ah, you mean strength of spirit. Well, that doesn’t just appear out of nowhere. It comes with my purpose, with my virtues.”

“Virtues…?”

“I see the injustice around me, and want to protect the innocent. When I see how awful the world can be, when I see the monsters that are hurting those who are weak, I can’t help myself.” She clenched her fist. “The power to do so just comes to me.” 

“Oh…” Haruka looked down at his palms. 

Her heart sank, realizing he didn’t quite understand. It was a shame that not all of humanity could be as righteous as her. That heroic drive had always come so naturally to her; she wasn’t sure she could put it into words to explain to others.

Haruka’s open hands were trembling. “Um. Is there any other way?”

“Hm?”

“All my life… I only cause pain to everyone.” His worry gradually turned to desperation.” I hurt everyone who gets close to me. Especially things that are small and weak. My whole life, I’ve been nothing but a… a curse. So… is there another way? Please. I want to be better. I want to be strong! I want to be like you! Tell me!”

He stepped forward, pleading. Kotoko stepped back. 

His blue eyes widened at her sudden shift into defense. “Ah! I. I’m sorry. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s your birthday. You should be… Have a g-good day.”

“Wait.” Kotoko stopped him before he could flee. She was aware of the massive gap between them, the vastly different backgrounds they came from. Still, she offered the same advice that had helped her in her toughest of days. 

“Don’t worry so much about others’ strength. The quickest way to burn yourself out is getting overwhelmed with the power that’s all around you. Once you start putting all your focus toward honing your own skills and strengths, you’ll realize how much you’re truly capable of. You don’t need anyone else. You’ll realize that you are enough.”

“I… am enough…?”

She placed a hand firmly on his shoulder. 

“So, no need to get all worked up now, okay?” 

“O-okay. I’ll do my best.” He stiffened, trying to appear worthy of her words.

She let out a bitter laugh. “I told the others not to do anything for my birthday, but I don’t think they paid me any mind.” Kotoko still couldn’t fathom how they were so friendly with each other given the situation. “Let’s go see if there’s some cake or something.”

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but seriously while i will be slow answering them ty to everyone who sent in those flirty memes (and if u haven't yet and want to, feel free to do so)!!! i often get v self conscious about that stuff bc i've been heavily bullied for that sort of thing in the past, mainly anons yelling at me about "only wanting to ship". so i always feel nervous posting stuff like that!!! or talking about potential (romantic) ship stuff!!!! so genuinely thank you for giving me a night of shippy feelings, even if i am slow to respond to them.