#ugh anon you're really speaking from my heart here

[bookishjules]

I wish we had more scenes of Izzy at Simon’s gigs or her being a band gf yk it would be cool

dude tell me about it!!!! i spend way too much time mentally attending simon's shows with izzy for us to have never gotten a canon scene of it. like sure we know she did go to gigs but i think the only time we get a band gf in attendance, it's maia in cofa. we deserve some real backstage moments. some simon calling out izzy's name before they sing a song he wrote about her. some izzy chilling at the bar in the back watching all these people loving watching simon and smiling to herself knowing he's hers. we deserve it. they deserve it.

[kimpossibly]

𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓

REQUEST Hi hi happy new year!! I love your rowan fic (can't wait for part three) and I was wondering if you could do hc's for Wednesday characters (Wednesday, Enid, Xavier, Rowan, Tyler) seeing their SOs in a suit (preferably a female reader please)? thanks! — anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: AHHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST!! Hi hi happy new year I love this prompt! I'm getting maaaaaajor Kate Bishop vibes here...this is so exciting. I kind of ended up doing the suit hc + how they would act when taking you to the Rave'N, so I hope you like that bit as well :) Happy new year! I hope you enjoy it!

PAIRING: fem!reader x wednesday characters WARNINGS: two little suggestive comments, but other than that it's just fluff!

✰ 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐒

We all know that Wednesday is not one to show enthusiasm...or any emotions. About anything. Ever.

But when you appear in the doorway in a suit, she almost almost cracks a smile.

She recovers quickly, of course, and gives you a brisk "You look nice."

I'm just going to assume you're wearing a suit to some sort of formal event — maybe even the Rave'N

Regardless of where you're going, Wednesday sticks by your side the entire night, glaring at everyone who looks at you.

Basically she's giving everyone the silent "She's mine."

And if anyone comes up to you to flirt? Oooo boy she is threatening them with everything she has.

And after the potential flirters walk away, terrified, and you give her a surprised look, she just stares back at you like she's done absolutely nothing wrong (which, in her mind, she hasn't.)

"Wednesday, what was that?"

"A reasonable reaction to people hitting on my date. Why do you ask?"

And you can only roll your eyes at her, blushing like mad as you wrap an arm around her. "No reason."

✰ 𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑

Now Enid is the exact opposite of Wednesday when it comes to this. When you pop up, girlie squeals.

As in, loud enough to make everyone cringe and cover their ears

Once again, in the opposite fashion of Wednesday, Enid takes every opportunity to show you off to everyone, so much so that you end up a little embarrassed.

"Everyone, look look look! Look at how good Y/n looks!"

"Enid."

"What? Can't I tell everyone how good my girlfriend looks?"

While not socializing, she is dragging you onto the dance floor just so that she can admire you from every angle

And every five minutes she reiterates the sentiment

"Ugh, Y/n, you look so good!"

"I know! You told me five minutes ago! And five minutes before that! And five minutes before that!"

Poor girl is sooooo down bad.

✰ 𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐄

I feel like he'd get so thrown off by you in a suit that it'd be easy to mistake it for him not liking it.

Like, he's just so baffled that he can't properly articulate his feelings towards it.

"Y/n...you...um..."

Your heart starts to sink a little, but you cover it up with a small grin.

"That bad, huh?"

Needless to say, that gets his lips moving.

"No!" he shouts, a little too loud. "No, no of course not. You just...you look incredible."

He just genuinely forgets how to get across how drop dead gorgeous he thinks you look

And he feels sooooo much pride when you guys walk in together

He's not going to show you off verbally, but with you on his arm, he's exuding "Yeah, that's right, look at my badass sexy girlfriend."

And towards the end of the dance, you'll ask him if he's ready to go

"Ready to leave?"

"Yeah," he says, then leans in to whisper in your ear, "I really want to see what that suit looks like on the floor."

I think you know what comes after that...

✰ 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖

Oh my God...this boy forgets how to speak.

The second you appear in the doorway wearing the suit, he's a stuttering mess.

He's gonna need his inhaler if he wants to get a few words out

Once he gathers himself, he'll finally tell you how amazing you look

God he feels so cool arriving at the dance with you on his arm

He's just like me...he thinks women in suits are hot.

Literally cannot take his eyes off of you the entire night

He's not much of a dancer, but if you are, he'll probably suffer for a few minutes or so. Just for you.

Plus, it's just another opportunity for him to look at you up close, which is a total win for him.

Also, he is very touchy just in general, but I imagine especially so at this dance.

When you're off to the sides, he'll keep an arm wrapped around your waist or a hand locked in yours.

If you're sitting, he'll keep a gentle hand on your knee

And when you're dancing? He will be holding your hands, waist, anything.

He just likes the feeling of security and knowing that you're there with him and you're not going anywhere.

He'll probably even pull you out of the dance a little early, just so you guys can get back to his dorm before Xavier gets there

✰ 𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐈𝐍

I may not know much, but I know that this man is going to get you blushing in 0.000275 seconds.

He'll momentarily be awestruck by you, but of course he'll recover pretty quickly from the shock. Then, he'll say something that'll get you all hot and bothered

"If I had known you were going to pull off a suit better than me I would've brought sweatpants."

Idk what it is about that slightly awkward, slight confident vibe he has going on, but it works

He knows how to make a gal smile, that's all I'm saying.

He'll be a proper gentleman the whole night, but he's expertly hiding how freaking good you look in that goddamn suit.

He'll probably even make some kind of "twinsies" joke...because, you know...you're both in a suit. Please laugh he'd be so embarrassed if you didn't.

You guys would be on the dance floor ALL NIGHT

You'd be tearing that shit UP don't lie

And it is so much easier to maneuver in a suit over a dress, so you best believe you guys are doing allllllll the dancey dances

The only reason you stop is when one of you is about to collapse and you need to go slam some punch for stamina.

And at the end of the night, he would pull you close just to tell you once more how absolutely amazing you look, just to see the cute lil blush that follows <3

[leviismybby]

The first time I saw you, I knew

Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

No warnings, it's fluff

Levi kept a stern face as he walked through the corridor of the headquarters, that is until someone bumped into him. "Oi! Watch where you're going." He scolds you as you pick up the tea boxes from the ground. "I am so sorry sir, I am in a little bit of a rush."

He scoffs before kneeling to help you pick up the boxes. "Tea?" Levi asks looking at the box in his hand. "Yes sir, I am delivering it." You say quickly picking up the mess you made. "Thank you." You thank him and smile kindly as he hands you the rest of the tea. He doesn't say anything and just looks at you for a little bit before standing back up.

You know who he is and it makes you incredibly nervous that you just managed to trip over your feet and bump into him of all people. Yet, he didn't seem to mind, his expression remained the same. Standing up on your feet, you put take the boxes back in your hands.

There is a moment of awkward silence, Levi looks at the tea and than back at your face. "What's your name?" Usually there's a different person delivering tea to the headquarters, he didn't know his name as it didn't interest him but you didn't need to know that.

"Name." You tell him your name, offering him a gentle smile. "Hmm." Levi hums, his gray eyes boring into yours. There's a weird feeling in his stomach, he can't explain it. It's like something is tickling him from the inside. Was he....nervous?

"Ugh I really should be going now, sir." You say, trying to escape his intense gaze that makes your knees buckle slightly. He wasn't the tallest but in your opinion, he was handsome, you have never seen eyes like his.

"You don't need me to tell you where to go, I assume?" His brow raises slightly however the tone in his voice is a little softer, just a little. "No, sir I know my way around."

He nods. "Don't call me sir, Levi will do." You nod. "Okay...Levi." The man doesn't say anything in return, there's a weird lamp in his throat, he really, really, likes how you hair looks, how your face is illuminated by sunrays that shine through the window.

Levi was brave in every sense of the word and yet, here before you, he felt like a coward. So instead of speaking his mind, he sternly says. "Tch, just watch where you're going next time. Off you go now."

You quickly apologize again before rushing in the other direction, Levi turns to walk back to his office, trying to convince himself that it was nothing more than a stupid interaction with a random girl.

Before he walks back to his office, he looks back at you as you walk in the other direction. She's just a delivery girl. His mind tells him but his heart has already decided, she is the one.

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[opiopal]

a fic requested by anon and also my very first request!! and also a very silly request that makes me giggle, does this count as a crack fic? probably! (gn Mc as always ofc!) the idea was a demon rapper/singer constantly throwing shade at mc, why? cause they exist lol. (this does not properly fit into the timeline of the second session of the first OM game,)

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after coming back to the devildom, Mc of course had plenty of catching up to do! they were gone for oh so long so of course all their attention was on their friends(and also their classes), so they were pretty occupied and whenever they were alone they were most likely just napping or doing homework. so they weren't aware of any new music or trends on the internet.

but, one afternoon they had gone out for some much needed alone time, just browsing shops and thinking about what to get for lunch or if it was even worth eating at the moment at all. eventually they decided to take a small break on a bench and pull out their phone to start playing one of the many mobile games levi suggested to them, though their focus was suddenly interrupted by a hand on their shoulder. which causes them to yell and nearly drop their phone as they whip their head around and see.. solomons stupidly happy face.

"STOP. sneaking up on me. you're going to give me a heart attack."

"ah, but i didn't!"

despite feeling a little annoyed by his giggles, mc of course invited him to sit with them and catch up, since they hadn't talked much since he had suddenly teleported them back to the devildom. after what feels like a very short thirty minute chat, he suddenly turns to completely face Mc.

"you know.. I'm surprised that you're so unbothered by the recent drama,"

"... huh?? what drama?"

his eyebrows raise in amusement,

"you really dont know? With the brothers I figured that you would have heard! here, pull out your D.D.D and go to deviltube"

"ok??"

doing what he intructed, Mc ends up finding themself on a profile for a singer they hadn't heard of before, though recognized a song title or two from internet trends and character edits. solomon instructs them to listen to a song and so they do.

"I mean- it sounds good- 'seven dicked sheep bitch' is kind of a weird lyriaaAAAAAA- WAIT."

they turn to look at him

"IS- IS THIS- ABOUT ME?? WHAT??"

they take at least a good hour listening to song after song, this guy even joked about mc being related to lilith! when did that even become public information?! by the end of it they felt so angry that they were certain satan would have been able to sense it. I mean- what did they ever do to this person??

"so what do you want to do about this? I've been keeping myself from sending a few curses their way before I got your opinion on it"

"NO. no. I mean- I appreciate it but- if I just let someone else deal with it then that would just prove points.."

it was silent for a good while before an idea dawned on them.

"I could write something back,"

"how so?"

"you know, make something and put it out, its not unheard of- ugh nevermind its a stupid idea- I dont even know anything about this guy-"

the sound of a loud 'aheam' cuts mc off and spooks them, they turn their head quickly to see- mephisto??

"WHY- are people just sneaking around today?! hi hello- do you need something?"

Mephisto clears his throat, glancing around for a moment before speaking,

"well. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation-

"you mean eavesdropping for the newspaper club?"

he stops and glares at solomon for both the interruption and the completely untrue accusation!

"I overheared. and I would like to offer my assistance."

silence falls over the two humans before Mc suddenly smiles brightly

"seriously?! i would love your help with this!! I knew you secretly liked me!!"

mephisto's face reddens slightly, probably both from embarrassment and Mc's excitement.

"NO. I- simply think this sort of drama would do well for the newspaper club. I have no interest in helping your pride recover in the slightest."

"mhm, okay, sure."

later on Mc ended up texting the HOL group chat to say that they were staying over at purgatory hall for dinner, though made sure to leave out the fact that mephisto and solomon were there to keep any of the brothers from showing up. unsurprisingly, Mephisto already knew a lot about the guy, and hardly even had to search far to find any more dirt on him. though solomon didn't have a clue on the technology, he surprisingly had some skill in the poetry department, probably due to his old age, so it went smoothly. and the last time mc had sang anything was in elementary school chior, so they surprised themself. all in all it was actually kind of fun, despite the fact that all they did was spend hours on end insulting and airing out a demons dirty laundry.

eventually Mc pointed out how late it was, and that they would sneak back into the HOL and post the music under a new account. but of course they didn't leave before Mephisto made both humans swear to never mention he had anything to do with this. ever. which they agree while giggling, and they all head out and Mc does exactly what they said they would.

and just like in most tv shows written by boomers who dont know how the internet works, it gained attention FAST. mainly because a lot of nocturnal demons had found it and spread it around like crazy.

out of everyone Levi was the very first to hear about it, since he was up into the late hours of the night, and had been tagged by one of his online friends asking "hey isnt this YOUR human lolol?" and he lost his mind, of course the moment he heard about it he was vibrating with amazement and excitement until breakfast, once he knew everyone was downstairs he rushed into the dining room- only to bump into asmo, who was also going to tell everyone the same thing. asmo had been tagged by one of his followers who realized the human artist that popped out of nowhere with ten distracks in one night was also the same human Asmo posted selfies with. once the two composed themselves they told the other five as Mc sat at their chair awkardly trying to eat their breakfast as they feel the brothers eyes slowly land on them one by one. lucifer, on the outside, seemed to be disappointed that mc didn't bring this issue up with them, but on the inside was proud of them for doing something that would surely embarrass the artist. mammon, after getting over the wave of pride he felt for his human, immediately turned and brought up how much money Mc could make off of this! but it was shut down by lucifer the moment it left his mouth. satan and beel both felt angry for a moment at how someone could just insult mc so carelessly, satan calmed down once he thought about how embarrassing it must feel for the artist to not only get such a harsh response, but also to get publicly shamed by other demons. beel only calmed down after Mc told him it was ok, but he was still bummed that someone could ever say anything nasty about Mc. Belphie simply chuckled, referred to the artist as an idiot, and laid his head back down on the table, though on the inside he thought the entire thing was hilarious.

once at RAD it was apparent that it was all that everyone was talking about, and unfortunately for the teachers it was all they would focus on as well. the first to approach mc about it during RAD was Simeon and Luke, Simeon was almost giggling as he asks "so is this what you three were up to last night? I just heard Asmodeus talking about it," which Mc explains that they just didn't want anyone else to handle it with violence or even the death of this demon. Luke, his little speciest self(/j), made it known how proud he was of them for standing up to a demon. Dia of course figures out whats happening as soon as possible once he realizes the entirety of RAD is out of focus, and laughs his ass off over it, of course Mc would do something so silly! humans are so odd!! barbatos of course also finds it funny, but not as much as Dia does. mephisto is questioned by other students on it at some point once they hear he's going to put it in the school news paper, the only thing he says is that mc must have gotten their information from a very reliable source. 13 also thought it was funny, and gloated to other demons about the fact that Mc did such a thing, though later on asked Mc why they would leave her out of something this fun!

at the end of the day multiple students were given detention for being focused on the situation, and the artist was fighting for their LIFE online trying to debunk or defend everything that was mentioned in Mc's tracks, though it didn't help.

(sorry abt the lack of Raphael, I wasn't sure of how to write him- also mb for this taking me so long lol, life got in the way and I got busy) ((and also my apologies if this seems out of character for anyone at all, the emperor's groove got thrown off:[ ))

[genericpuff]

Same anon as before talking about writing stuff and worrying about if people will find it (but not the same anon as the other asks before that) - I think many people who are budding writers and artists have these concerns and bring them to you because you A). Are a creator yourself so you know what you're talking about in a verified sense and B). Idk about other anons but some of us (like me) take your reasoning (and critique) in regard to writing seriously because of your experience and how you analyze stuff such as LO.

I think at least some of us (again I can't speak for everyone nor can I or should I) wants to make sure they're not making mistakes such as the ones RS does in writing.

Also I might just take you up on your offer of Zelda fanfic - I do so love LoZ 😅.

ugh god, am I y'all's role model now or smthing? why would you do that to yourself (ㆆ_ㆆ)

okay but jokes aside, obviously people can't help who they look up to and I'm not gonna be a dick if y'all look up to my work and what I do here, just remember also that you're not obligated to agree with everything I say or take it to heart, you also shouldn't take my analysis of LO and how it's written/drawn personally because so much of that analysis is within the VERY specific definitions in which LO exists, definitions that don't really apply to many other webtoons on the platform. If there's anything I say or criticize LO for that speaks to you and your own work on a certain level, try not to take it as a direct personal attack towards you and more just like... if the things I'm saying about LO feel like they apply to your work, take it as advice for improving your own craft.

Or don't! You can literally ignore me and do what you were gonna do anyways. I literally cannot take that away from you and you absolutely shouldn't let me. I have no real power over anyone here, that's what I mean when I say I'm just a guy participating in their hyperfixation so don't feel like you gotta take me too seriously lmao

Also, yeah, okay, I'm a webcomic creator myself, but to put myself on the cross for once - I've never succeeded at this gig. Rekindled is the most consistent audience I've had in years, I think the last time my work was in a banner rotation was in 2015 (and it wasn't on WT), and I somehow make something like $20/month off Patreon. I've had small victories along the way, it hasn't been all bad, but this isn't my living and chances are low I'll ever find mass success with it. Everything I said about not taking my opinion too seriously because I'm just a random Internet guy applies to people like Rachel as well, while I criticize her work on the basis of it being a commercial product that should know better and I DEFINITELY harp on her for a lot of shit, at the end of the day she's in no way obligated to pay even a second of attention to me because she's made way more money in webcomics in the last 2-3 years than I could ever dream of making in the 10 years I've been doing this, that's something I can't take away from her and that was never the goal when it came to discussing her work. All I have to show for my own efforts is experience and rhetoric, and a few odd readers who have been around so long I wonder why they even still follow me LOL I am your typical "can never live up to the success of those who they criticize" chronically online shitposter. I don't think I should have to be on Rachel's level to be able to discuss her work, mind you, that's half the function of an audience to begin with, but it's not like I have any real legitimacy in this industry that you should worry about what I have to say. It's not like I'm capable of robbing Rachel of her awards or the money she's made lol

And by all means, go ahead and look for my fanfiction stuff, but I'm not providing any eye bleach because I wrote it when I was like, 13 years old, so search at your own risk lmao

(and if you do find it, no you didn't （︶^︶）/hj)

[meimi-haneoka]

Ch 78 made me cry SO much - to see Akiho take control of her life and be so assertive, her words to Kaito, what she said to Sakura about being her “sister” but realizing her important person was missing - UGH SO MANY FEEEEEEEELS! Just a beautifully written chapter

Ooooooh anon, thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to unload another truck of feels into this blog...chapter 78 was such a tsunami of emotions for me to elaborate!

My blog post with the commentary was already very long and I didn't spend enough time praising Akiho, so I want to do it here.

(long character analysis under the cut)

She's been so, so f*cking brave (excuse me the french. I only use it when I'm very emotional).

Because it was so easy for her, with how things initially looked like, to think that he erased any trace of him from her because he didn't like her or didn't care about her. It was SO EASY to fall into that mistake, especially seeing how she doesn't remember anything about him.

And in that regard, I have to thank Sakura-chan for spelling out clearly "You did that because you cherish her too!", busting Kaito out BUT ALSO giving a considerable boost of confidence to our Akiho, in fact we can see her looking at Sakura with a surprised face like "....really?".

THAT'S when Akiho takes a lot of courage and shouts towards Kaito to talk to her. Because Sakura, with her statement, gave her the confirmation that it was worth for her to keep trying again! Cause he cared about her too!!

And Kaito, by the way he suddenly stops and turns around, seems surprised. I must infer from his "body language" that he thought that since he made her cry, the damage was done, and he was right in not wanting to come out.

But it's also his natural instinct that makes him unable to deny her anything, whatever it is. He reminded me so much of chapter 53 when she bulldozed him into a date....he was soft like a teddy bear, in her hands...he just could cave in and say "...okay". Even here, he turned around and signaled "I'm listening".

For Akiho, with the emotional state she was in, starting her fire of questions was no joke. But there were some important things she needed to ascertain first, in order to reach the real question she wanted to pose to him. I can see that was the real question because when she got enough "introductive replies", she's got this very resolute expression while she tells Sakura that she wants him back.

It's like she's loading the gun to fire the big shot, and she needs him in his true appearance to do so, because he won't be able to reply to her with just a "yes" or "no".

She was also very intuitive to understand on her own that Kaito had rewritten the world because in the previous situation she didn't have everything she had now. Love, so much love supporting her, and a family. It was quite easy for her to piece things together after Sakura confirmed that she was important to him too. And that he did all of this for her.

And I have to commend Kaito, because for how stubborn and self-loathing he was, crushed by lots of terrible feelings, he still didn't deny her a chance to discuss, and replied with honesty to all of her questions, no matter how hard they were (they totally were on him, you can see him growing more and more distressed along the way, even in his dragon appearance).

Moreover, the final "blink" to say "yes" must have been the hardest for him. I'm absolutely certain that he still battled with the crippling self-loathing that made him think "you're only going to make her suffer again".

But Akiho, with her determined stare, literally pressured him to follow his heart (which speaks a different language than his head) and go back to her with his true appearance.

And then, the scene of the "reunion", finally looking into eachother's eyes for the real question. Kaito is just barely starting to realize the scale and consequences of what he's done, and he's already looking mortified, but Akiho's composed outrage was really THE PEAK of her character, for me. This is not "a spur of the moment", she's been like this this whole time. Normally she's a very sweet character, but when matters become serious, she's got grit and determination to spare.

Chapter 52 was the biggest "preview" and I'll never get tired to say it.

The way he shut the door on her face to interrupt her because "god don't say it I don't want to hear it, I can't give in to this or I won't be able to save you" didn't discourage her, if anything, it made her even more fired up the day after, when she pulled him outside for a date because his health (regardless of how much he tried to hide it) was more important than moping around.

Also, I think this is the part where it becomes very clear that Kaito never had Akiho under his thumb (never wanted to), that she isn't codependent on him, and won't hesitate one second to call him out on his bullshit whenever needed. That should set once and for all the "fears" of a certain part of the fandom about the dynamic between these two.

And here, she didn't spare him of her quiet anger, because just like she says herself, it doesn't matter that he's the one she loves the most, he didn't have the right to decide her happiness for her.

And that feeling only gets aggravated by the realization that he dared throwing himself away like a discarded piece of paper. She just can't stand to see him self-loathing in that way.

"How could you, you're my most precious person and you throw yourself away like that?"

You can both feel a lot of love and lot of indignation on her part, especially looking at the Japanese original (which got more nuances than the ENG version). I just can't imagine what it must feel like, to look at someone and feeling this incredible love towards them, but at the same time not being able to remember anything. How frustrating that must be? And that frustration is all conveyed perfecly in her heartwrenching remark "I don't even know what name to call you with".

By the way, I really appreciated how Ohkawa sensei basically told to her own character "now you're going to shut up and let her talk, because you've done enough till now" in the chapter. You really can feel how he's leaving Akiho her space to vent and express her feelings, because that's the right way to go about it.

Then we have Akiho's final choice. That must have been so hard on her, and you can really see it from the two panels above. She ponders for a moment, and then closes her eyes to accept reality.

Because the reality is that all the ties she's experiencing now were created with magic and her conscience would never be able to rest if she accepted something like that.

Just, try to put yourself in her shoes for a moment and imagine to have to give up everything that you have in your life in the matter of what, a couple of hours?because you found out that none of that was true. And to go back to a worse situation.

Still, she goes on with her choice because she doesn't want to live a lie, and she wants to the be one to change things in her life to the fullest extent possible.

Of course, Sakura & co. will always be by her side, but things will be rough if they go back and Akiho understands this perfectly well. Still, she's a very strong character and decides to go through with it.

Moreover, there's an additional reason. All of ther memories with Kaito are there. They're back in the "un-rewritten world". And she wants them back. She can't keep living this life with such a huge void in her heart.

That's why she turns to him with this very resolute stare, halfway between still angry but also "you're coming with me and I accept no refusals" (lol, even Sakura looks at him with a similar face, like "don't you dare refusing" 😂).

Because Akiho still wants him in her life, no matter what, and surely this hits the bull's eye because Kaito seems shocked at hearing that.

He probably thought she didn't want to be near him, after what he's done. But this girl, despite being so angry and frustrated, doesn't stop telling him how much she loves him and he's important to her and she wants him back in her life. She's slowly but inexorably engraving in that thick skull of his that he is worthy of being loved.

And that for him is a world-changing realization, as his face suggests.

He only ever said one line in the entire chapter, and yet he's conveying all kinds of things with his faces.

Sakura also limited herself to assist Akiho and gave her all the agency she needed, because she understood that Akiho is the one person who lost the most in this situation, the one who got the most deprived of her right to decide. Yes, Sakura and the others had a right to choose too, but Sakura can step aside for one moment to give to someone else the right to decide. She's not only empathetic, but humble too. That's a true leader, and a very good main character.

I've always envisioned this scene would've gone more or less like this, when it was the right time, and I'm really grateful to CLAMP for portraying it in this way. ❤️

[haejjoon]

also, while we're pointing out the flaws of atlus's characterization choices in the game-

ugh. ryuji. i adore him, so much. and the game never decides what they really want for him. i always stood by the fact that the pervy cutscenes were a step too far, even for him- especially after what he knows about ann. i think it would've been interesting to explore how he did sorta believe the rumors about her, but apologized, and the game vaguelyyy does that but canon is still a disservice to the friendship i firmly believe ann and ryuji have.

and the way the other characters treat him. im not gonna even bring up the okumura arc here, it doesn't deserve mention. but sometimes it's hard to listen them insult the poor guy so much. yeah, he gets in over his head and says stuff a little too loud. but sometimes it just feels cruel. especially knowing what happens at the end of shido's palace.

ryuji's gobro's a jerk, but he apologized when he stepped out of line too far when they barely knew each other. he'd never let the post shido moment go down like it did.

my fav thing about third sem is that ryuji's the one that comes to the rescue first. that gets in front of akechi & akira and blocks the blast before everyone else. im glad my boy got a little moment to shine in p5r (rip ann and yusuke). and i love his friendship with akira. but i wish atlus felt less all over the place with him, with all of the thieves.

are we gna take turns dissecting all the characrers in persona 5 because im literally all for it. character dissection is my favorite. puts ryuji on the operating table

i absolutely agree with u anon atlus doesnt seem to know what the hell they want to do with my boy. he's introduced as the protagonist's loud dumbass friend who's got a heart of gold, and then he's reduced to the pervy guy who speaks before thinking, and then it's like atlus goes "oh shit wait we gotta wrap things up for him" and then toss him a moment in shido's ship. like... if ur gna make a decision stick by it atlus cmon.

im gonna assume the gobro moment you're talking about is when he says sorry for calling ryuji useless baggage pre-awakening and say THANK YOU FOR NOTICING...... GWTS ON HANDS AND KNEES AND BOWS HEAD TO THE FLOOR... ryuji deserved that apology and deserved that closure back at the ramen shop 100%, as he did with a lot of the ribbing from the thieves in the canon game. i've got a bone to pick with morgana specifically regarding this but thats another conversation

he's also never properly held accountable for all the moments he pervs on ann either. it's one thing to be like "my friend's rly hot yeah!!!" and it's nother to blatantly stare at her when she's practically getting heat stroke in that microwave of a cat-bus. little things like ryuji turning to akiren and going "dude . wasnt that girl.. like... fine???" about haru is perfectly okay, because he's a teenage boy and teenage boys are stupid, but i cannot believe he never gets anything said to him about how he treats ann. then again he is NOWHERE as bad as yosuke in p4 so it isnt the worst thing in the world. just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth

here have a little preview of chp5 where ryuji actually apologizes for his behavior

[insomniac-astronomer]

prompts 10 and 20 with natasha?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader: Hide and Seek

AAAAAHHHH YEEESSSS! I was having a terrible night but now I'M SO EXCITED! Thank you anon <3

Prompts: "Don't fall." and "How'd you lose a shoe?"

Description: Reader and Natasha are forced into one of Tony's ridiculous parties. Superheroes playing hide and seek? Hm.

Gender: no pronouns used but reader is referred to as "Lady"

WARNINGS: none!

*not my gif* (i <3 sassy nat)

"But I'm tired!" You flop onto Natasha's bed dramatically.

"Yeah, so am I, but Tony won't let us live it down if we don't go." She is tying the belt of her kick-ass striped flare pants. And you get to hug her all night.

She grabs your arm. "C'mon," she literally drags you up and you groan.

Per usual, the two of you are the last to arrive.

"There they are!" Tony shouts. "Fashionably late. Again."

"You're lucky I'm here at all." You mutter under your breath.

"Lady Y/N, come see these wonderful candies!" Thor beckons you away from Natasha, of whom you were clinging onto very tightly.

Reluctantly, you unattach yourself from your girlfriend and stalk over to Thor, who is holding out a bowl of-

"Pixie sticks?" You give him a look. "Who gave you these?"

"Clint Barton." He smiles.

You turn and find Hawkeye. "Really? You have him sticks of sugar?"

"He's a god, probably won't affect him. Had to take them from my kids." Clint shrugs.

Well, if they're out. You take a red stick, rip it open, and tilt the whole thing in your mouth at once like it's a shot. You don't like alcohol. Sugar is the next best thing sometimes.

"I propose we play some games." Tony speaks up above everyone.

A few annoyed "ugh"s come from the Avengers, but this does not deter him.

"Hide and seek!" He flourishes his hands and takes a bow before sitting back down.

"Um, no." Clint smacks him with a drumstick.

"What is this game you speak of?" Thor asks.

"Everyone hides and one person has to try and find everyone." You explain. "It's a kids' game."

"And I am a kid at heart." Tony adds. "Team bonding, we're doing it."

"What's in it for us?" Natasha speaks up.

"How about you play the game and I won't tell FRIDAY to turn off your room's air conditioning?" Tony smirks.

Natasha rolls her eyes.

"Alright, fine." Steve says. "Let's just do it, then."

"Great!" Tony stands up. "You all go hide, I'll count to 100."

"Why do you get to count?" You grumble.

"Air conditioning," he whispers.

"Fine." You quickly flip him off.

"1," Tony suddenly shouts, scaring you. The group shares a few looks and shrugs before Thor is the first to walk away.

You cling back onto Natasha's arm and start to drag her away. She shakes you off.

"I'm not hiding with you."

"What? Why?" You give her puppy eyes.

She laughs. "Your loud breathing will give me away!"

"I don't breathe loud!" You are very offended.

"Sure you don't." She gives you a sly smile.

"Well, I don't want to hide with you anyway." You fold your arms and walk in the opposite direction

And you keep walking.

Down three very, very empty hallways. Why are there no hiding places in this entire building?!

Finally, you stumble into the kitchen. You suddenly remember that Wanda had gone on a cleaning spree yesterday and emptied two of the cabinets.

Perfect.

You are too far away to hear Tony counting anymore so you quickly crouch down and open the door.

"Hey!" Natasha whisper-shouts. You stare in shock. "This is my hiding place, go away!"

"This is the only place I could think of!" You whisper. "Where am I supposed to go?"

"Too bad, I got here first." Natasha flicks her hand against your arm and shuts the cabinet door.

Where are you supposed to go now?

"Mr. Stark has reached 100 and is actively seeking." FRIDAY announces.

Ah, shit. Okay. Any enclosed spaces around here?

Then, your eye catches the tiny space above the fridge. It's dark and no one would think to look up there.

You definitely very gracefully climb onto the countertop and push yourself onto the fridge. You swing your leg up to try and stay on but end up slipping back down.

Again, you jump and your leg stays in place this time, but your sandal is about to fall off. You shimmy the rest of the way up, desperately trying to hold onto the sandal with your foot. Just as you start to sit down, the sandal slips to the ground with a soft thud.

Natasha's cabinet opens slightly to see the commotion.

She lets out a surprised laugh. "Don't fall."

You roll your eyes. "Thanks for the confidence."

She closes the cabinet again and you wait in silence.

Only a few seconds later, you hear footsteps coming from down the hall. You definitely can't get the shoe in time.

Tony rounds the corner and immediately sees the shoe. But instead of looking up, he looks right at Natasha's cabinet.

"Haha, found you!" He triumphantly yells. "Lost a shoe," he kicks the shoe toward her.

"That's not mine." Natasha says smugly, absolutely meaning for you to hear that.

Tony does an evil laugh. "Y/N, I'm coming for you."

Natasha stands up against the counter as Tony starts searching the other cabinets. She makes eye contact with you and grins. You stick your tongue out.

"Where in hell-" Tony stops mid sentence, eyeing where Natasha had been looking. "There you are! Two down!"

He leaves the room. Natasha comes over to the fridge as you start to untangle your limbs so you can get down.

"I hate you." You mutter. "You're the worst."

"I know." She smirks. "How'd you lose a shoe?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." You jump down from the counter and trip.

"How many pixie sticks did you have?" Natasha laughs.

"Shut up!" You ram your shoulder into her arm but a smile is growing on your face.

💫

Once everyone was found, Tony picked the next counter. Well, you bribed him by saying you would pretend not to find him until last.

Before you close your eyes, you give Natasha an 'I'm gonna get you back' look. She raises her eyebrows like 'oh, really? try.'

You count to a hundred, skipping the sixties because the numbers were starting to loose meaning in your head.

Immediately after FRIDAY makes the announcement, you are on a mission. You start heading to Natasha's room first and find Bruce hiding behind a plant.

Natasha's room is a dud, but on your way to the living room you find Thor hiding in a pile of laundry.

The only person in the living room is Tony. He hid between the cushions, only his arc reactor's glow gave him away. He complained that you broke his agreement.

Steve, Bucky, and Rhodes were lamely making an attempt in the training room.

Wanda was in a chandelier over the stairs. You argued that it was an invalid spot because no everyone could fly. Tony disagreed and you continued.

Clint was in a vent. Obviously.

Vision was levitating behind a curtain. You argued against that, too.

And then you realized you found everyone except Natasha. You give yourself a little kick. You let her win.

You checked everywhere, right? Living room, hallways, workout room, her bedroom, your bedroom. . . .

You forgot the kitchen. Dammit. Of course.

You walk with a purpose to the kitchen and right over to her cabinet. Of course she would hide in the same spot to trick you. You open the door but it's empty. Then, you hear something fall to the ground behind you.

A shoe.

You look up and there she is. On the fridge.

You burst into laughter.

"You're right." She says as she starts climbing down. "This is a good spot if you don't drop your shoe."

"You literally gave me away!" You exclaim.

"That's a matter of opinion." She sassily leans up against the fridge.

"Nat!" You yell with a smile.

"Ready to go to sleep?" Natasha finally stops her teasing.

"Absolutely not!" You give her a challenging look. "I'm not done until I beat you."

Thanks for reading and THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for my first request! Don't steal, not joking 👀

Buy me a coffee?

[moonlitmeeks]

regulus black dating a male reader !

type; headcanons

warnings; swearing

request; can you do more male!reader x regulus black?😅 - anon

a/n; hi! i'd love to - thank u so much for requesting and please feel free to send in more requests for male!readers! you guys deserve content <3 i hope you enjoy these, have a great day/night!

okay okay okay. first thing i feel i'm desperate to talk about is nicknames.

- you'd think reggie isn't really one for nicknames, but he is. just certain and specific ones.

- he's quite likes some classic petnames; handsome, love, the like

- but because this boy is a show off, french nicknames are where his heart lies. you can pry the french speaking regulus headcanon from my cold, dead hands, okay.

- things like mon amour, mon cher, mon ange, the list goes on. he likes it best when you don't understand what they mean.

- in terms of himself, you can call him whatever. he might not like if you go too far with the mushy, soft stuff, but if it makes you happy, so be it

- simplicity is his thing when it comes to nicknames for him; reggie, reg, love, babe, all that jazz

you've heard the saying that in a relationship, what's mine is yours. this definitely applies to yours and regulus's relationship

- you two basically have one large combined wardrobe at this point. what clothes belong to who doesn't matter anymore, if you want to wear it, you will.

- it's very fun to try on all of the overly fancy dress clothes his parents buy him for balls and dinner parties

- "reg, i really don't know why you don't wear this more often." "ugh, stop making fun of me mon ange."

- sharing books, quills, textbooks, and the like

- if you're a reader, he will leave little notes in the margins of your favourite books, sorry

waking up with him is always an experience

- regulus is not a morning person, okay. he will not wake up. no matter what.

- you will have to shake him vigorously whilst shouting at him to get up or he'll be late

- he will try to pull you back into his arms, his chest warm against your back

- but if you aren't a morning person either? good luck

- you'll need to set so many alarms

he loves subtly flirting with you in public

- look i know i said before he isn't one for pda

- but little winks and smirks across rooms?

- compliments bordering on flirty

- getting just a little too close when you're sitting next to each other, your knees brushing against each other

- he sees it as a fun game

sirius lives for teasing you two

- calling you both loverboys 24/7

- teasing regulus when he shows a little more affection than normal

- loves pointing out when you borrow one of his shirts, or when regulus steals your trousers

- "oh? and what's going on here?" "piss off sirius"

- but its fine. you get your revenge by making fun of him and remus

lets talk height differences

- if you're taller? he loves burying his face into the crook of your neck, or just rubbing his face against your jaw (if you've seen the gifs of timmy chalamet, you know what i mean)

- standing on his tiptoes constantly to 'prove' he's taller

- if you're shorter? he'll rest his chin on top of your head at all times, pressing sporadic kisses to your forehead and temples

- doesn't matter if you're only an inch shorter, he will tease you, so long as it isn't an insecurity of yours

also feel like finishing this with a few random things

- always being able to find each other at parties. it's a talent at this point. you'll be wondering where he is, then next thing you know he's right by your side

- a lot of inside jokes. he'll just whisper them into your ear at random times to see you dissolve into laughter, leaving everyone around you like??? why is he laughing so hard??? what did regulus say to him??

- play with his hair. right now. do it.

- also play with his rings. he loves it. "hm? d'you wanna borrow one, mon cher?"

this is all i can think of for now, so i hope these were okay!!! thank you so so much for the request!!!

regulus black taglist; @thesilverskull @lilgayn00dle @apocketfullofstorms @bazpitchs-violin @neilfuckingperrydeservedbetter @pagetpagetpagetpaget @adoreachilles @wlfstxr @cozyballofanxiety @matte-moony @d22malfoys @ms-heartbreak-queen @anderperrysupremacy @teen-years-suck

marauders era masterlist !

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Annoying

Pairing: Idol! Sunghoon x stylist! reader

Genre: Fluff; Suggestive

Content Warnings: Established relationship; making out; Sunghoon being a cheeky shit

Word Count: 1.15k words

Mellow speaks: I really love writing Sunghoon it's not even funny ugh. The plot for this one was up to me, and I hope I delivered to the anon's expectations!

Tagging: @ivyvesisi @yogurteume (lmk if you don't read suggestive content bestie) @sweethyuka

"Stop moving around!," you scold, your lips turned up in the softest of smiles as you try to get your boyfriend's outfit done. But of course, Sunghoon is physically incapable of not being annoying, making you question for the tenth time that morning alone why you're dating him.

"But babe," he mumbles, that stupid grin back on his face as he leans in again, his lips meeting the skin of your forehead in a chaste kiss, "You just look so cute all focused, I can't help myself." Even though you try to hide it, you can't help but feel your heart flutter at his words, your smile growing just a little more.

But you refuse to let him win so easily, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself for giving in. "You'll make a lose my job," you whine instead, your hand flying up to grab his wrist as he reaches out to cup your cheek. "Oh come on," he scoffs, sticking his tongue out at you as you straighten the collar of his shirt, "Practically everyone here knows we're dating, your flustered cheeks are a dead giveaway."

This is exactly why you hate Music Bank despite waiting for it every Friday. Because you know it's always the same story, your boyfriend teasing the hell out of you whenever you try to get him dressed. And the fact that he's mostly alone, the members either being at the dorm or at the office, has never helped you, giving him even more to bother you, and literally leave you bothered.

But still, you've never been one to fall for his tricks so fast, and that's why in reply, all you say is, "Dating you might not get me fired, but letting you suffer a wardrobe malfunction would." You hadn't expected that to shut him up, but it doesn't anyway, making you cheer internally at your small victory. But your happy moment is soon disrupted, Sunghoon's breath fanning the shell of your ear as you fix his buttons.

"Being too cheeky, aren't ya?," he drawls, a smirk evident in his voice as he gently licks your earlobe, "Gonna have to do something about it." Once again though, all you do in response is look up at him, a smile on your face as you say, "There's nothing you can really do about it," knowing full well just how wrong you are. Your words catch him by surprise, but he's quick to place his fingers at your chin, his lips meeting yours in a kiss as he says, "We'll see about that."

And with that, he's gone, walking away from you as he hears his name being called. Just before he leaves the room, however, he does peek back in, a wink being sent your way as you shake your head, replying by blowing a kiss right back at him. You might hate him for annoying you so much, and you might despise him for always being a tease, but what you really feel for him is nothing else but love.

Having completed his schedule for the day, Sunghoon makes his way over to the dressing room with a spring in his step, excited to see you. He can't wait for you to help him change out of his outfit now, eager to tease you once more and perhaps even do a little more than that. But the second he steps into the room, his smile wears off in favor of a frown that's so deep-set he's sure it could touch the ocean floor.

There you are, looking gorgeous as ever with your hands to your hips, happily talking away to a guy. But it's not just any guy. It's that guy. The one who Sunghoon knows for a fact is up to no good, especially not when it comes to you. He's a staff at Music Bank, working as an assistant of sorts who does all sorts of jobs. But that's not what makes your boyfriend's blood boil when he looks at him. It's the way he's very casually resting his hand on your arm, with you showing no signs of noticing, as usual.

He's obviously hitting on you, he has been for weeks now. And you're not the only one, either, because Sunghoon could list the names of at least ten other people he's seen him flirting with, right off the top of his head. But you've always been frustratingly oblivious to your surroundings, and it never fails to get on Sunghoon's nerves. So, it's no surprise, not to him at least, that the very next moment, you find your wrist in a stronghold, your form being dragged away from that menace of a guy and out of the room.

"Sunghoon what the-," you begin, only to cut yourself short when said man looks back at you over his shoulder, anger evident in his eyes. He continues to pull you along, his grip on your wrist tightening as he comes to a stop near an open door, peeking into the nearly empty waiting room. "We just need a moment," he calls, feigning a smile just as you see a janitor exit the room.

Next thing you know, you're being slammed against the door as it locks shut behind your back, one of Sunghoon's hands gripping your shoulder while the other traps you between him and the painted wood. "What are you-," you start again, breaking off into a "hmmph" as he smashes his lips onto yours, catching you in a heated kiss.

It doesn't take him long to have you under his spell, his teeth grazing against your lips and prying them open with ease while his tongue explores the depths of your mouth. And you can do nothing but oblige, your hands moving to card through his hair on their own as he shuffles closer to you, his chest flush against yours. The kiss turns open-mouthed, tongues making out sloppily as his hands run down your body, coming to rest near your butt.

You stay like that for an eternity, a whimper escaping you when Sunghoon pulls away. Your lips chase after him, making him chuckle darkly as he mutters, "You like pretending to be innocent, huh?," before kissing you again. You feel your body go stiff at that, your eyebrows getting furrowed as you kiss him back. "Like pretending to not notice when someone's flirting with you," he mumbles into your mouth, his hands squeezing your bum as you shove your tongue against his.

Even though you don't really understand what he's saying, you can't help but moan at how hot he sounds in that moment, you hands getting wrapped around his neck and pulling him even closer. The kiss grows more passionate with every breath you take, your mouths pulling away only when oxygen becomes a problem.

"Gonna have to teach you how to keep your eyes open."

[skrunklybf-archived]

Oh no!!! I'm sorry about losing progress that's honestly the worst ;-; but I know you've been working on Jean x singlemom!Reader, so here's a hc: Jean would be so excited to meet your little one, totally unable to hide it. He's seen pictures (affectionately cooing "so cute") and heard stories, but when you finally decide to let them meet, he's so pumped.

ugh thank you anon it rlly is heartbreaking <\3 but gasp...... you're right abt jean...... he's too sweet for his own good 😩

he'd bring a couple flowers he saw on the way to your house -- he knows your little girl is in her "princess stage" (is it really just a phase?). he's aiming to impress, after all. when you open the door and invite him in, curious eyes peek at him from behind the couch. she has your eyes, most definitely, and jean's heart swells once he spots her in her not-so-sneaky hiding place.

"one for the beautiful queen," he'd smirk at you, handing you a single flower and a sweet kiss on the cheek, then crouch down to shrink himself. holding out the remaining bunch, he'd watch with such adoration as your young daughter adjusts her plastic tiara and looks him up and down. "and more for the princess in the pretty purple dress."

she'd look between the two of you shyly for a second, and when you nod encouragingly, unable to hide the smile blown wide over your cheeks, she'd approach with new found confidence. "are you a prince?"

jean can't contain his excitement. look at her, such a sweet face, eyes wide as she gingerly takes the pink and purple flowers from his hold.

"jean's kind like a prince is, isn't he honey?" he watches you run your fingers through her hair, loving the way your voice softens when speaking to her. she nods, turning her innocent gaze back to him, and ruffles her sparkling dress.

"i need a prince for my tea party. you're late!"

"oh-- my apologies, princess--"

"come on, the guests are waiting!!"

warmth blooms in jean's chest as he's suddenly being dragged into her play room, such a tiny hand holding his fingers in a vice grip. you're able to share a fleeting look of admiration and a shared chuckle before your daughter easily steals him away for her very important stuffed animal social event.

[bored-storyteller]

Hiya! I'm the anon who requested hcs for our precious clowns, and they are so sweet and heart-warming! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! 💙💙💙

Also, loving Uta is nothing to be sorry about, it's completely understandable and something to be proud of :д

And uhh... I was wondering if I may request some more? Ugh I'm so greedy, please feel free to ignore me. I'm just gonna say it in case you'd be up for it.

So. Imagine this. Uta and Itori with a ride-or-die kinda s/o. Like, somebody who isn't simply accepting but also fiercely loves each and every part of their beautiful, wretched souls, wants to observe and know and feel all of them, violence and hedonism as well as gentleness and fragility. Maybe they have no care for their own life, or maybe the danger excites them, or they just think it's all worth it, or it's all of it at once. Bonus points if the s/o is human. You know, for higher stakes.

Aaand... there. I said it. Whew, is sending anon asks supposed to be so weirdly intimate or am I just THAT starved for tg clown content? 🤔 Maybe both. Anyway, I hope you have a good day and life and good everything, cuz you're amazing and you deserve it 💙

Dear Anon, you're too kind with me. It's nice to see that there are those who appreciate what I write! And ask me what you want, you're my inspirational muse now! Although I have to say I don't know if this time I was able to meet your expectations. More than headcanons I had some little stories in my mind. But, I hope it's not too disappointing!

42- Tokyo Ghoul, Uta, Itori x human!Reader

- "If you were a ghoul ... I would really like to eat you." That statement by Uta is paradoxical, and he sees the doubt in your eyes. But even if you are the perfect meal, that very human being of yours prevents him from wanting to eat you, because if he wanted to, you would have no chance to save yourself. Yet you seem such a curious one about him, and as long as you take your steps towards him with your questions, he won't deny you or falsify the answer, but at the same time he won't tell you more than you need to know.

- "Do I smell good?" Your question makes him smile. He would never deny it, he doesn't even deny the fact that the affection he feels for you can affect the desire he has to feed on you.

"Do you want to taste me?" You never ask with malice, it is always curiosity, the desire to understand and know.

"I know you would let me do it" he only replies to you.

-He doesn't know if it's masochism on your part or love, but having you there on his lap, with bare shoulders, bothers him and excites him at the same time. He is sure to be full even more than he should, so as not to risk killing you in any way.

"Are you sure?" he asks you, even though he knows his question is superfluous. You smile at him, and then he dares to continue. He first kisses your skin, as if he is preparing it, and then he bites your flesh. He feels your muscles contract at the stimulus, and the blood rushes into his mouth without even asking him to make an effort to extract it. It is warm and sweet, like you are.

“We should do this more often” he whispers to you, licking his dirty lips.

- You may happen to see him lying on the sofa from time to time, in a state of semi-sleep. He doesn't mind feeling the weight of your head on his stomach as you snuggle up to him. "I just ate ..." he informs you lazily, while his hand rests delicately on your head. He knows that you will simply smile at him: "I know".

- If you don't focus too much on what they are, it's not hard to hold an eyeball in your fingers. "Sometimes ... I have the impression that you wouldn't mind that much if I ate you." Uta tells you in a slightly amused tone of voice as he bends over to steal his food with his lips. Usually you don't give him an answer, and you just look at him smiling, but deep down you know, that whatever he did to you now you couldn't stop loving him.

- He wouldn't be Uta if he wasn't a ghoul, and he wouldn't be Uta if he wasn't broken and at the same time perfect, as you see him. Uta may also think you are a masochist, but you don't know if you actually feel like one. Simply, knowing that those lips that touch your skin so lovingly and that those teeth that play with your earlobe could be not only your undoing, but also your death, excite you and at the same time make you love him even more. And he knows it by now, and he has learned to enjoy that constant deprivation of the pleasure you would give him, challenging it, touching your neck with his tongue, where he feels the pulse of your heart accelerate.

- "What if I devour you one day?" he asks you with a slight smile, gently holding your face in his hands. You smile at him: "I would become part of you." It wouldn't be such a bad ending to your human life

- Itori is so sweet and so sensual at the same time. As her arms surround your neck and her chest presses against yours, you can hear her deadly whispers as she speaks only to you. She needs to be free, she can't really repress her ghoul nature, and it happens that while she is cuddling you like this, you will suddenly feel some sort of pain coming from your neck, or your earlobe, or from your shoulder. She laughs, as she licks the blood off you, and despite everything, despite the fear you should have, if she is the one doing it you can only feel pleasure.

-She shows her cards right away. She likes to have fun, and she knows that she does acts that humans might think of as hideous and sadistic. But you chose her, not the human world. And she gladly accepts your openness to her. You don't have to feel sorry for her victims, right? You are safe with her anyway.

- "Can I taste you?" And who knows if she wants a bite or a kiss? It is when she comes close to your lips that you understand what she is asking for. She obviously wants to cuddle. But you know that even when your lips meet, when her tongue plays with yours, she is savoring you. And that pleases you both. The fact that she perceives a taste on you, a taste that she likes, is extremely dangerous but at the same time extremely tempting.

- "If one day I had to kill you, you would forgive me, wouldn't you?" She asks you in a slightly high, playful voice, while she is busy letting you light kisses down her neck.

"Would you like it?" Your question makes her smile, and her cheek rubs against yours, as if she were a kitten: “Yes. I would like. But I'm still not sure it's worth it. "

- "Today we had fun, do you know?" When she tells you similar phrases, you know that gruesome scenarios open up for you, but you can't help but listen to her anyway. That violent side of her is part of her, and you can't help but be fascinated by it as she hugs you from behind, whispering the grisly details to you as if that were an RPG.

- "If someone else dared to bite you I would be terribly jealous, do you know, my precious human?" Her fingers press eagerly on your lips, while illuminated by her lip gloss they smile at you naturally.

"Don't let anyone do that, then." You simply say to her as you enjoy the feel of her orange hair between your fingers.

"You are mine, my dear sweet human."

-"Thank you." Her sweet voice makes you turn to her, meeting her light lips of hers, waiting for yours.

"Thanks for being here." Now her lips rest on your cheek "Thank you for being such a masochist."

And if only she knew how much you risk for her, how much it could hurt you. You like to make her happy, and her smile at this moment is for you the confirmation that all this is worth it.

[dapandapod]

Hey honey! I'm so glad for your 400 followers, you deserve the world. For the prompt... You know that pouty/grumpy face of Joey's, well, Geralt just happens to adore when Jaskier does that. He stares at him and at his lips trying not to get caught by the Bard, and his heart melts in a puddle of love because ugh, he's so cute. I hope you're well bb, yours Idiot syndrome anon™ 🖤

Oh my gosh how sweet are you!!!  So I said I would do something small right? I tried, ok? It accidently became a little longer, because you have the greatest ideas! 

So here, please enjoy 1/4 prompts for my 400 follower celebration!  Feel free to send an ask, comment or messege me if you have something you wish me to write!

Geralt being soft for pouty Jaskier! As a treat! On Ao3 here!

Geralt has a secret, a soft spot.

Jaskier pouts when he gets annoyed. There is a slight chance that Geralt finds that absolutely adorable. So he might be annoying on purpose. Maybe. Possibly. Totally. 

~

Jaskier sits on a log, it’s old and a little little rotten. Geralt told him not to sit on that log, that his (nice) pants will get wet, but did he listen? No.

And now there is a very stubborn bard still sitting on that log. Trying very hard not to look displeased in his wet pants, but honestly, he is failing very hard.

In his efforts to hide his discomfort he is pursing his lips together, a little wrinkle between his eyebrows, staring into the fire with some rarely seen concentration.

He uses a long stick (also damp, because fuck you Geralt) to poke around in the burning logs, eliciting some very satisfying crackling.

On the actually less damp ground sits Geralt, legs crossed in a pose that would make a less flexible man cringe.

He is supposed to meditate but there is this very good feeling in his chest.

This is the safest I-told-you-so he has had with Jaskier in a long time, and the cutest. He is holding back a smile, but he can feel the corners of his mouth twitching, betraying him.

Jaskier notices, of course. He sends Geralt a glare, his bottom lip pushing up just a little, fighting off a pout.

“What.” Jaskier says, daring Geralt to say something. But Geralt has been around for a long, long time and he knows a trap when he sees one.

If you want to keep your tender parts attached to your body, you don’t say “I told you so.” You just feel it.

“Don’t start a forest fire.” He says instead.

Now there is the pout for real. Three dwarves in a frock, that is adorable.

Swooning is not something witchers do, but melting he can do just fine.

“Fuck off.” Jaskier says, as predicted, turning back to the flames and poking some more just to be contradictory.

Geralt allows himself a smile, feeling very much at peace, and closes his eyes again.

 ~

 “Noticed something new about me?” Jaskier asks, making a ridiculous little turn showin off his new doublet.

Geralt of course noticed, but it’s too good not to poke fun at him.

"Uuhh… did you gain weight?”

The outrage. The indignation. Imagine all the offended noises you can think of, and make them come out of Jaskiers mouth.

Jaskier doesn’t speak to him for the rest of the day. And Geralt just can’t stop smiling at that adorable little pout, so it was absolutely worth it. 

 ~

 "You don’t think I see you smiling?!” Jaskier says accusingly to Geralt, his hair is sticking up in odd angles and he is pacing back and forth in Geralt's room at the inn in Oxenfurt.

For once they had coin enough not to share (and Geralt will never admit how much he dislikes that) but Jaskier came storming through his door anyway, ranting away like no tomorrow.

“You think it’s funny?! Geralt, this is serious!”

It is not. It’s just Valdo Marx again, managing to start a show before Jaskier had the chance himself, and thus stealing the show for tonight.

But Jaskier of course takes it as a personal insult, and with as much dignity as he could muster left to rant at Geralt instead.

Not that Geralt complains. He is glad that Jaskier is there, and to be honest he expected this.

He heard Valdos nasal voice taking tone downstairs and unlatched his door so that Jaskier could come in and (pout) vent.

It is probably a little weird, but it makes Geralt happy. A little warm feeling in his chest that Jaskier chose to come to him.

“No.” Geralt says, because that is the safest, but also the truth.

It’s not funny, but it’s very cute.

Jaskier sighs dramatically and sits down next to Geralt on the bed.

“I guess you will never understand the woes of an artist.” he sighs, and produces the most excellent pout Geralt has seen in weeks.

 He can’t stop staring. His eyes are fixed to Jaskiers mouth, that lower lip sticking out and giving his lips a perfectly kissable shape.

This is not good.

Geralt tenses, taking control over his hands before they can do something dumb.

 Like stroking that lip with his thumb. Pushing at it to make it open up, to give him a puff of warm breath. Like leaning in and capturing it with his teeth.

That would be very dumb.

He is so focused on not doing that, that he doesn’t pay attention to Jaskier turning towards him.

Those very kissable lips fully turned towards him, giving him a perfect view.

He stares for another second before he catches himself and looks up. Realizing Jaskier hasn't said anything for a while, which is a little odd.

“What?” Geralt asks, but more like croaks really. Embarrassing.

Jaskier looks at him curiously, tilting his head. Geralt's eyes betray him and shoot down to the bard's lips and back up again.

The pout and the little frown with it is gone, but damn it makes him weak.

Is he closer than before? It feels like Jaskier is closer. And when did it get warmer? It definitely feels like it’s warmer in here.

“What are you looking at?” Jaskier asks him, like he doesn’t know, the little shit. The corner of his mouth is curling upwards in a satisfied little smirk.

“Nothing.” Geralt says, staring at Jaskiers eyes to make himself not look at his lips.

It’s a little awkward but he is holding on for dear life here, be nice.

 Jaskier is not nice.

 Because he is leaning forward, head still tilted and lips parted, looking somewhere below Geralt's nose.

“You sure?” He asks, the absolute bastard. His lashes are long and dark, his hair is still sticking up in odd angles.

Geralt wants to kiss him so bad. His brain is not listening to what Jaskier just said, he is too focused on those lips so close to his.

 “What?” He breathes, and then he loses the fight.

 He leans forward and closes the distance. Capturing that lower lip between his, finally. Jaskiers arms immediately circle his neck, one hand clenching in his hair.

Geralt's hand wants to touch, wants to feel that lip, but his own mouth is in the way, so it settles on Jaskiers slightly stubbled cheek.

Jaskier obviously isn’t satisfied with the one kiss, so there are two, and then three. And then Jaskier is the one licking Geralt's lip and he short circuits, breaks in at least five tiny pieces, forgets how to breathe, and then he lets him in.

 When Jaskier finally pulls back he makes a face. Geralt's stomach plummets, but it’s alright.

“I can’t believe Valdo Marx got to sing to our first kiss.”

Geralt smiles and leans forward, stealing another one.

“And second.” He smirks at Jaskier, who pouts. Ah, two trolls in a skirt, that is adorable.

 He feels his face doing something, his eyebrows moving and his lips pulling into something sappy.

Jaskiers mouth opens and then closes, eyebrows shooting up.

 “That’s the expression you have been hiding from me?! How dare you!” Jaskier accuses, and then throws himself at Geralt again, who just chuckles.

 A high, nasally and slightly sour note from downstairs and Jaskier pulls back again.

“Ugh. No. I can’t. Marx totally kills the mood.” Jaskier says, draping himself over Geralt's lap.

“Want me to go down and steal his lute?” Jaskier smiles and kisses Geralt's nose.

“Sweet of you. But that would ruin all of my hard work and we can’t have that.”

 ~

 It is entirely possible that Jaskier now has found out about this secret little soft spot. It is entirely possible that Jaskier is abusing this power against his witcher.

And they both love it.

[fairybinie]

ONCE AGAIN SORRY THIS IS LATE ☹️☹️ i've been on the grind recently are you proud of me 😩 YOU DO DESERVE STOP 🤬🤬🤬 if by questionable you mean questionably good 🤨🤨 i will accept no val's writing slander even if it's from val themself 😡😡😡 AND HOPEFULLY SOB IN A GOOD WAY :(

YES I THINK YOURE SO CUTE ☹️☹️☹️ like the littlest of things i like how you say "thankie" LIKE ITS SO PRECIOUS ☹️😡 and how you're so sweet to everyone and and the nicknames you give your friends :( like i'm sure they think you're cute in those ways too ☹️☹️ ATTENTION WHORE BYE WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY??? can you be my attention whore 😗😗 or is it too early to flirt 😔😔😔

AND I SAW CONGRATS BB YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH!! AND I READ THE FIC IT WAS SO GOOD I CRIED A LITTLE ☹️☹️ i think it's so cute that you dedicated it to ky :(

OMG SPEAKING OF BESTIE CICI yes we are now a trio don't question it 🤨🤨 I SAW THAT YOU GUYS WATCHED SOOBIN'S LIVE TOGETHER THATS SO CUTE 😔😔😔 another instance where i wish a had a friendship like yours 😗😗😗😗 side note i think you and mika are so cute the way yall talk about each other :(( and my day has been LONG i hate cleaning 😐 BUT TELL ME ABOUT URS AGAIN 😏

AND MY EMOJI i was heavily debating if i should make it the same as cici's ... but i shall give you a different one how about: ☹️ bc when i think of val i get ☹️☹️☹️ BYE THIS WAS SO LONG IM SORRY

YOURE HERE AGAIN :((( THIS MESSAGE IS SO LONG HELP IM SORRY TO MY FOLLOWERS LOOK AWAY me and anon are talking ,, don't apologize i understand, don't feel like you need to send in stuff all the time! AND IM SO PROUD GET ON THAT GRIND ;) STOP i'll take the compliment ig </3 and yes sob in a good way :((

STOP IDK HOW THANKIE EVEN BECAME MY THING but it is a val staple. i literally almost sent my counselor "thankie" i DELETED THAT SHIT SO FAST. i hate to break it to u bestie but i am only a whore for two people and that is my bf soobin and the literal loml mika and THANKIE SO MUCH i'm glad you liked it :( and yeah i love ky so much she really deserves to feel happy :((

oh i am not questioning it whatsoever cici You Seein This . AND YEAH WE DID THIS IS THE SECOND VLIVE WEVE SEEN TOGETHER ILY HER :( AND HELP THANKIE I LOVE MIKA A LOT SHE MAKES MY HEART FLUTTER <//3 ugh cleaning can suck :/ but proud of you ;) UGH MINE HAS BEEN SO WEIRD fic issues, simping for my gf, talking with the beffie, possibly uniting with the moon, it's been emotional :')

BYE UR SO SWEET PLS BUT YES THATS UR EMOJI NOW <33

[hiraya-rawr]

AYO ITS ME THE PERSON WHO SAID THEY LIKED DILUC CHILDE AND VENTI

i kinda figured out why i gravitated towards them the most. I have discovered that deep voices kinda freak me out as they remind me of authority figures and ya girl can't handle it. ( yes, this does mean i need to mentally prep myself whenever I see zhongli because his deep voice just frazzles me for some reason) (also like you could view diluc's voice deep as well, but like the inflection is nice and its not too gruff and also idk maybe dilucs special or something, 50/50 ruiner ugh/j)

buttt, it just means more light hearted voices really stand out to me! and those three stand out to me in their own special ways. diluc has this blunt way of speaking thats so gentle ("i dont need an umbrella, but you can-" hand in marriage, sir. i beg thee), childe is more of a wack guy but like i like how his voicelines have this kind of pep (?) to it (it seems crazy but i love how confident he sounds in his weekly boss lines like "this opportunity is quite hard to come by" like??? it's like he says that while smiling and it just fills me with so much joyyy), now venti on the other hand, his voice just has that cheerfulness to it and i LOVE that, like how he laughs, or makes excuses or like acts dramatic, its very endearing and light and just makes me feel so fluffy. I especially enjoyed one of the first lines we here from him (that part when we see him with dvalin in the whispering woods "don't be afraid, its alright now, im back" and let me tell you i am soft)

which brings the question, what about itto, gorou, thoma, kazuha, albedo, xingqiu, bennet? simple, their voices remind me of my little brothers and i cannot for the life of me look at them romantically or their personalities remind me of myself too much (i'm looking at you xingqiu)

oh shoot i have been randomly typing and now this has become very long, urm not sure if i should send this but if i do, pls dont feel obligated to reply. hope you stay safe, wherever you are hira

so um

hi im a random anon whose not brave enough to shed anonymity,

and you're watching

disney channel

ANON YES DILUC'S VOICE IS DEEP BUT he says things so lightly that it doesn't trigger that warning you know???

As a girl in debate, I really notice deep voices bc they have a sort of advantage, both in volume and in demeanor. I usually have to take note on who I'm going up against but if it's Diluc, I wouldn't have to worry yknow? like 🥺 his voice isn't overpowering and I'd be able to speak on an equal level with him.

Genshin definitely has some talented VAs, you can really here the smile or gruffness in some of the characters and I love it!!

Plus, have you heard of Diluc and Childe's voice cracks? 👀 hdjendjsmjx 😩💗

[overlyimmersed]

Nightmares and Daydreams

A Gravity Falls AU.

Hi @verysorrytobother​ Stanticore anon, revealing my true identity to share this with you! I wasn’t sure how a post this long would go over as an ask, so I decided to do it this way. I hope this is ok.

I’ve been working on this for a while and I hope it goes over well enough. The artwork took me the most time.

As a car crash victim is slowly dying, her mental self panics in the mindscape. She's offered a deal to save her life. Let the game begin.

(Content warnings: Blood. Descriptions of serious injuries.)

"What..." she whispered to herself, staring at the other in disbelief.

"Yep!" he confirms, in a high-pitched, grating, inappropriately upbeat tone, "Dead as a doornail, kid!- Well technically you still have a few more seconds till you brain totally ceases to function. Better make up your mind while you still have one!"

She's still staring dumbly at him. How can he be this nonchalant about it?! A half second ago she was sitting in the front seat of the family truck, a totally routine trip to the store- she never liked trucks but her dad's a carpenter so they need the hauling space. At least it's a pretty shade of blue- and the next she's here, laying face down in a black void with this prick this- this...All Seeing Eye? He's like the Illuminati symbol, but with arms and legs and a top hat. Caution sign yellow and talking to her- or at her. Bill. Freaking. Cipher. Every time he 'speaks' he flashes with light- no mouth so does it really count as speaking? More like his voice is being projected right into her mind- ... And he's telling her that she freakin died! Can't he see how messed up this is?! Can't he sympathize at all!? Then again, it's Bill. She ought to know better.

She ought to know better. She's seen this show a hundred times, she knows nothing good comes from dealing with Cipher. But she doesn't have time to be careful, she doesn't have the luxury of weighing options.

"Tick-tock, Car Wreck!" The obnoxious voice insists again, forcing her out of her stupor, his outstretched hand now alight with blue fire.

Her face scrunches up in a loud cringe, eyes screwed shut and teeth bared, and she swings her hand till it lands solidly in his. Crazed cackling resounds as the deal is struck, but it falls to simple soundtrack as her senses try to sort out what's going on.

She'd expected the blue fire to burn, or at least feel like something, but it didn't. Instead her entire being is flung into a...whirl? Free fall? Something that makes her stomach jump into her throat, and gives her vertigo.

The sensation stops suddenly, only to be replaced by a cacophony of new perceptions. She isn't sure which strikes her first, the sounds or the smell. Shrieks of agony and terror make up the next track of this bizarre playlist, punctuated by the reek of burnt hair. When her eyes fly open to try and make sense of it all, they have no luck. The sight that meets her is a sky of surreal, swirling, bastardized ribbons of every hue, like being inside a filthy bubble. Floating strewn about the space are pockmarked asteroids, and little else.

"So what'd ya think?" The grating voice rejoins the discord, drawing her shell-shocked gaze. "Home-sweet-home, huh? Well don't worry, you won't be here for very long. A deal's a deal, Car Wreck." With that que, and a snap of his fingers, she's falling again. This time untethered and unaccompanied. It takes her a moment to realize the scream ripping though the void is coming from her own throat. Once it hits her, so does something else, and the world goes black.

She wakes some time later, maybe moments maybe days. She has no way of knowing. She pushes herself onto her hands and knees, groggy and disoriented. It takes her a moment to notice the texture under her hands and focus her vision on it. It's grass. She sits up and looks around. "oh..." she says to herself, taking in the scenery. It's lovely, a grassy, sun soaked field. The sky made of churning colors like the last place she'd been, but they're pastel and much prettier. A warm breeze brushes past her face and she takes a deep breath of it, it smells sweet and warm, heavy with the scent of growing things, and for the first time since this started she finds some peace. Peace which is quickly shattered by a familiar, grating voice.

She jumps and whirls around so quick she falls onto her butt. There, floating just inches from where her head had been, is Bill. Laughing at her of course.

"Whoops! Didn't mean to scare you there, Car Wreck!" he claims, moving through the air to look around, then turning back around to look at her. "So how do you like the new digs?"

There's a beat of silence where she just stares at him again, but quickly she shakes off the shock and tries to respond. "Uh...It's nice." She lets her eyes roam around for a second, before returning to Bill, "Where are we?"

"This is the Realm of Daydreams! Your new HQ!" he answers, floating around behind her and making a grand gesture with his arms.

She turns her head to follow him, "Daydreams? HQ?"

"Yep! This is where you'll hang out when you're not puppeting your little pawns." He turns around to look at the scenery more himself. "Kinda dull if you ask me. Maybe you can do something about that!"

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh you know, some pillars of anguish, an alter of unholy fire, maybe a blood fountain or a couple of-" he gestures with each suggestion, like a landscaper creating a vision, until she cuts him off.

"No I mean," she finally pushes herself to a stand, teetering a little till she finds her balance. "Pawns?"

He turns back to her, "Oh yeah, which ones do you want anyway?" he waits a beat for an answer, but she just stares back at him, clearly not following. "Ugh, our deal?"

He hadn't really told her what the deal was, just mentioned a game and a second chance. "Uhh, I don't think you-"

"Oh right, you flesh bags need everything explained to you." he groans, rolling his eye, "Alright, here's the deal. We're gonna play a little game," he holds out his hand and a little hologram like projection appears showing an aerial view of a town. "and the people of this hick town are gonna be the pieces." ten little blue stick figures appear in the center of town, each with a little symbol above it's head. "If you win, you rejoin the land of the living!" a little magenta stick figure pops into existence next to the others and they all do a little happy dance. "If I win..." suddenly the whole projection goes up in flames, and she jerks her head back instinctively, "You burn with rest of those worthless mortals!" He bursts into a fit of maniacal laughter, which actually gives her some times to recover.

After a second of shocked staring, she blinks a few times then puts on as neutral an expression as she can. "Ok. So what are the rules?"

"Simple!" he answers, cutting off his laughter "We can't directly manipulate each other's pawns, and we can't interfere with the other's powers."

"That's it?"

"Yep. Everything else is fair game"

"Ok...What are my powers?"

"Same as mine! Except you don't have to wait till someone falls asleep to get in their head."

"I see..." her eyes wander to the ground as she contemplates the information, and her hand reaches for the longest of her three necklaces to idly play with the spiked pendant. "So you can talk to them in dreams, and I can talk to them in daydreams."

"Bingo!"

She scrunches her nose a little, thinking of a few ways that could end up being annoying. "Alright, anything else I need to know?"

"Hmm, nope! That just about covers it. All that's left is to pick our pawns, I'll even let you go first!" And with that ten, glowing, blue symbols appear between them. She looks them over carefully, she knows who each symbol corresponds to- supposing the cartoon from her world is accurate. She considers the six-fingered hand, if she takes him out of Bill's control from the start that derails his whole plan as she knows it. But, then she'll have no clue what's up to at all, at least by letting Bill have the pawns she's familiar with she has a chance at guessing his moves. She reaches forward and touches the shooting star, it turns magenta and floats to hover closer to her.

"Interesting." Bill comments, though his tone doesn't sound very interested, as he makes a simple motion with his eye and the six-fingered hand settles beside him. She chooses the fish looking symbol next, and Bill's second choice in the pine tree. They go back and forth till they have five symbols each, Bill having the the six-fingered hand, the pine tree, the llama, the stitched heart, and the pentagram. While she has the shooting star, the fish, the bag of ice, the spectacles, and the question mark.

"Welp, that settles that. Nice picks you made there, lets hope they work out for ya, Car Wreck"

"Could you not call me that?" though it hardly sounds like a request.

"And what else should I call you?" Bill asks, collecting his symbols into one hand and placing the other on his...hip?

"How about my name? It's Maranwe."

"But Car Wreck fits you so much better! Just take a look!" he quips, snapping a full-length mirror into existence. Maranwe turns to look and gasps in horror. Bill breaks out into more cackling, "Well my work here is done! I'll let you get cleaned up, see ya around Car Wreck!" And with that he fades from existence.

Maranwe just stares, even as Bill disappears from 'her' realm, she can only stare at her destroyed refection. Her hair is messy- and she almost laughs that that's what her brain zeros in on first-, It's also dirty, some of the mess is actual dirt but several spots are matted with half-dry blood. Her face is in a similar condition, smeared with dirt and blood but she can see the wounds there. Scrapes and still oozing cuts, bruises forming on one cheek bone and under her eyes. Her nose isn't quite right...broken probably. Her vision skims over her whole body for a second, making note of similar injuries where tears in her clothes reveal them. It's not as bad as she would expect a car crash victim to look- "except for that" Her mind screams suddenly while all her mouth can do is gasp, as her attention lands dizzyingly on her neck. It's...purple, but also red? There's no spilled blood but it still looks ugly, and the worst part is the...bump. It's not hard to figure out that it's a misaligned bone. Without the pain to tell her she never would have noticed, her neck is broken. Very broken. How is she holding her head up right... Probably because this isn't actually a physical body. She wonders if this is what killed her, or if there's something inside, something she can't see, that did the trick.

Whatever it is, she can't be seen like this. And she really really doesn't want to look like this for her own sake. Bill said she could 'clean herself up'? How exactly... She thinks about how Bill's powers tend to work and tries to concentrate on a cleaner, less beat up mental image of herself. She lifts her hand to her cheek and grazes her finger tips across it, a trail of sparkles follow the touch and the skin underneath returns to normal. She relaxes a little, watching the disaster wipe off her face like cheap make-up. She keeps the image in her mind and closes her eyes, cupping her hands in front of herself and imagining the sparkles pooling in them. Then she splashes the sparkles over he face, like a girl in a face wash commercial, and imagines the glittering dust washing over her entire body, cleaning away the mess and injuries. And when she opens her eyes, that's exactly what's happened. Her reflection shows her whole and unwounded, even her clothes are fixed.

The next thing she does is smooth her hair down, mostly an instinct since it's still messy, and the sparkles trail after her hands, tidying the strands as if she'd just brushed them. She watches her reflection's mouth quirk up a little in a small smirk. So she can just change what she looks like by imagining it? That figures, this is a place of daydreams that's kind of how they work. She knows exactly what to do with this, she's known since she was a kid what she's change if she could. She places the backs of her hands next to her ears and flicks up, sparkles spray up with the motion and her normal human ears, turn to wolf ears the fur the same chocolate brown as her hair. Her smirk blooms into a full blown smile, and she tilts her head to get a better look at them, watching them move as she tests them. It's like they're real! Next is the tail of course, it's mostly brown, with some silver down the top and a black tip. Then she looks down, and taps the toe of each of her shoes against the ground in turn, as she does they become the compressed paws of her own design.

"That's insane..." she laughs to herself. She's actually turning herself into something else, her own made up alien species. And she just can! With the big changes out of the way she works out the details; pupil shape, fang length, and straightens out a few asymmetries and insecurities she's always had about her body- after all why not? When she's done, she can't help admiring herself a little, turning this way and that in front of the mirror, her perfect image of herself. Well- almost perfect. She snaps her fingers and in the same dusting of glitter, her shirt changes. What was before a loose grey t-shirt with the word "nope" written across it in cursive, as been replaced by a cropped sweater, banded in 3 colors; white at the top, then light blue, then dark blue. She lifts it to look at the crop top under neither, it's just plain white. She decides she doesn't like it that way, so it changes to a cropped version of the t-shirt she'd had before. With that taken care of she lifts her arm so the over-sized sleeve falls down and she can see her forearm, which is covered by a light blue arm warmer with white lace around the edges. Perfect. At least for now. She can change later if she decides she doesn't like the arm warmers.

She giggles to herself, invigorated by the makeover and the sense of control she has now. She turns from the mirror and skips a few feet across the grass, the symbols she'd chosen follow her, floating loosely like beads suspended in gel. She laughs a little as she watches them, and idly reaches for her necklace again, but this time her hand just meets the soft knit of her sweater. She'd forgotten to add them into this new look, so she just wills them into place; three different necklaces of three different lengths. Her hand finds the middle length first, the pendant is designed to spin so she plays with it while her mind starts to wander. She starts thinking of plans for winning this game, what she might say to each other 'pawns' and who to use where and how, even letter her thoughts wonder about the new life she'll have. Cipher's hologram suggested she'll stay in Gravity Falls, which would be cool but what about-

The sound of screeching tires and twisting metal cuts her thoughts off clean and she whips around to find the source of the noise, but her fear turns to confusion when she sees...nothing. She stands stock still, her mind running over only vague impressions of thoughts relating to what she just heard, until another loud sound whips her back around. This time she actually sees something, like a huge firework in the pastel oil-slick sky, accompanied by Bill's obnoxious voice echoing through the space.

"Let the game begin!"