#whichever name is official idk.

[becgenius]

bolted - sylus x reader

three weeks after you had broken up with sylus, you run into each other at a gala. his issue, however, is the fact that you came with a date. 

!! nsfw, smut, fem!reader, exes to lovers, pwp, 18+

!!! not set in l&ds universe, reader not mc, pet names, cursing, might be angsty idk, jealousy, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, mirror sex, dirty talk, teasing, hair pulling, creampie, unprotected sex, fluff if u squint really hard, lightly proofread

wc. 2.4k

reblogs appreciated!

nsfw under the cut. minors dni

For the months you were dating Sylus, every one of your Friday nights had been reserved. Your own weekly ritual of being dressed in matching designer brands and attending various events: corporate galas, charity balls, and black-tie parties, to name a few. 

For the past three weeks, every one of your Friday nights has been spent alone, completely free of plans. 

Three Fridays have passed since you have shown your face at the social gatherings you so frequently attended. Three Fridays have passed since you officially broke up with Sylus. 

Admittedly not your wisest decision. Sylus was a man of endless wealth, influence, and power. Your own status in society is not at all insignificant; but there is a part of you that still feels inferior.

Because you heard the cruel gossip about your relationship behind your back: whispers of she doesn’t belong here and Sylus would be better off with me. Because you felt as though you were holding him back. Because you were scared that he would be the one to leave first. And though you love him, you left because he deserves someone better. 

But for the first time in three Fridays, you finally allow yourself to regret leaving. You allow yourself to miss your comfortable routine: Sylus buying an entirely new outfit for you to wear, sneaking out of parties together long before they were set to conclude, and ending the night on your couch with whichever takeout meal and show fit your mood that night.

The only reason you have the strength to drag yourself out of your weeks-long slump now is because of the invitation you received not long ago from some gentleman in your network, asking you to accompany him to tonight’s event: a fundraising gala at one of the city’s many national museums.

Of course, you have absolutely no interest in entertaining the man who invited you, you only know for certain that you would see Sylus tonight. 

It doesn’t take long for you to lose your date. As adamant as he was about getting you to go with him, he proved himself to be quite inattentive now that he had gotten your agreement. 

You are by yourself now, in spite of the crowd of event-goers drifting around where you stand in the extravagant ballroom, moving from one conversation to another.

The heels you wear add a few inches to your height. Not enough, however, as you can hardly see over the head of whichever wealthy socialite is in front of you.

You’re embarrassed to acknowledge the growing disappointment brewing in your chest as you fail to spot a familiar head of white hair. 

Never mind the embarrassment of admitting that you are here for Sylus in the first place. You were the one that ended things, after all. What would you even say to him if you do happen to run into one another? Maybe seeing him would be enough. Enough for what? This was a bad idea, you begin to think. 

That is, until you are suddenly very aware of Sylus’ presence. 

It is first the undeniable heat radiating from something, someone, behind you. It’s then the penetrating scent of bourbon and cinnamon invading your senses. Rather, the scent of trouble. 

“Looking for someone, Kitten?” It is finally his rich, husky voice that breaks through the crowd. Your heart skips a beat. 

You don’t give him the satisfaction of turning to face him just yet. “I’m not your kitten.”

“Oh? But you are, don’t forget.” His voice becomes dangerous, and his sly hand sneaks itself around your waist from behind, “Done running away from me yet?” 

Sighing, you turn, simultaneously facing him and shifting just enough to make his hand slip away.

“What do you want, Sylus?”

"You've always given me so much attitude.." He ignores your question. If he notices the desperation in your tone, he doesn’t show it. “Are you having fun going about your night with your arm around that moron?”

“He’s not a moron. And yes, I’m having plenty of fun, not that it’s of your concern.” You don’t know why you feel the need to defend your date or why you feel the need to lie to Sylus. After all, you weren’t having fun. 

“Lies,” he immediately accuses. “Do not think that I have forgotten what you look like when you are being dishonest with me. Especially when you are doing so in an outfit that I bought you myself.”

The low purr of his voice easily sends shivers down your spine. He had gotten nearer as he spoke, his face now mere inches from your own, his eyes bearing into yours. 

“Everything you do concerns me.” He comes impossibly closer, speaking directly into your ear now. “Besides, anybody here can tell, Sweetie, you are too out of that idiot’s league. Not your wisest decision.”

Sylus is right. No one can miss how your date’s eyes unfocus, zoned out, whenever you speak. Or how he never introduces you when he goes to greet the other party guests. He hadn’t even noticed you leaving his side and blending into the crowd just moments ago. 

“I could say the same for you.” You counter. He pulls back, curious, “you don’t seem all that interested in your date either, and she’s your type, isn’t she.” 

You don’t hide the fact that you’ve seen the various magazine articles and social media posts, all featuring Sylus and the new woman by his side as the main image. She’s obviously gorgeous. And, you discover with a quick web search, is also from an extremely well-off family with much more influence than you could imagine.

Though you hadn’t seen her tonight, you don’t need to be a genius to figure out that Sylus is here with her tonight as well. 

“I have no romantic feelings towards that woman, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

“But you’re still here with her.”

“She isn’t you, you know.”

“I didn’t know that mattered.”

Now it’s his turn to sigh at you. His turn to be the defeated one.

“Come home, Y/n,” his voice nearly begging as he gets straight to the point, “it’s always been you.”

How could you bring yourself to deny him like this?

You don’t know if it was Sylus’ persuasiveness or your own willingness to go back to being his that brought you to where you are now: locked inside one of the museum’s many private restrooms, the noises of music and chatter from the party now a distant murmur. 

You’re also: bent over the bathroom’s sink, thanks to Sylus, with the skirt of your dress hiked up to your waist and your underwear pushed down around your knees.

“Sylus,” you whine, your legs feel weak with each lick he makes to your pussy. 

“Keep still.” He commands, tightening the grip on both of your thighs that both kept you in place aa well as spread out for him. 

“You taste so fucking good, Baby.” He doesn’t move away to speak and the breath from his hot mouth stays directly on your cunt as he does so, the heat eliciting a loud moan from you. 

His tongue fucks into your hole from where he is crouched behind your open legs. The squelch of your arousal on his tongue and your moans fill the quiet atmosphere of the bathroom. 

You feel him chuckle behind you before feeling the cold air hit your wet core at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Y’know, for someone who was just playing so hard to get, you’re really enjoying this aren’t you, Kitten?” He teases, and though he stopped eating you out, his hands keep their position on your thighs, massaging them up and down. 

“Shut up.” You push yourself back so that you were practically sat on his face. He, thankfully, doesn’t object and gives your clit some much needed attention, sucking hard.

You can feel your climax sneaking up on you and so can Sylus, recognizing the way your moans got breathy and the way you clenched around him when he inserts his fingers into you, intensifying the pressure between your thighs. 

He continues sucking your clit, lightly grazing his teeth on your sensitive bud. The stimulation startles you at first, he’s never done this before, but it soon turns into euphoria as the pain mixes with pleasure. 

It all becomes too much for you and your walls finally come crashing down on Sylus’ tongue. He takes you through your orgasm, making it last as long as possible, until you couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. 

He’s quick to get up on his feet behind you. You immediately come to his understanding and slouch against him, letting him hold up all your weight. 

“Look at us,” he gestures to your reflections in the mirror. You’re a mess: your dress straps cling to your upper arms and your face is covered in bliss. Sylus nonetheless towers tall behind you, annoyingly put together as he always is. “It’s like nothing ever changed between us, hm?” 

You have to agree with him. The sight is not new to you, and you’re overcome with a sense of fondness for all the times you’ve stood like this before. 

On the outside, your physical states are pure opposites. However, you know that right now, Sylus is as aroused as you are. You’re suddenly aware of the fact that he has yet to come. 

Still in your post-orgasmic haze, you try your best to reach behind you to where you assume his crotch is. 

“Already can’t get enough, Dear?” He teases you but even so, he moves back and pulls out his dick from his pants, simultaneously guiding your body so you’re bent over in the same position you were previously in and sliding his erection between your folds from behind. 

“Relax. You can take it,” he coos before slamming into your walls without warning. 

“Sylus!” You gasp at the intrusion. It’s a miracle that you even have the effort to scream his name, it was as if all your breath was taken away.

“Still so goddamn tight as I remember, Sweetie, I thought I told you to relax?” He begins to hammer his dick into your pussy, not sparing you and your sensitivity at all. You squeeze your eyes shut, and your moans and yelps with each thrust fill the room.

“Sy, ‘s too much!”

“You can handle it. After all, you wanted this.” His tip finds your g-spot and hits it at that same brutal pace. “Are you still thinking about that asshole that you came here with? Hm? Even as im fucking you like this? Have you forgotten him yet?” 

In the midst of being fucked, it takes you a second to figure out what, or who, he’s talking about. The truth is that you had forgotten all about the other man once you entered the seclusion of the bathroom you are now in. You don’t get a chance to reply before he continues.

“Can he fuck you like I do? Do you think of me when he’s this deep inside of you?”

Your eyes widen at the crudeness of his words. 

“I- never- we don’t-!” You’re quick to deny his accusations, albeit struggling to get the words out between moans. 

“Spit it out, Princess. Are you saying he doesn’t fuck you at all?” His hips smack against yours, hard this time. “Or are you saying that his dick can’t go deep like mine can?”

As he interrogates you, a hand reaches down between your thighs and begins circling your clit. The stimulation is all too much, and you’re still unable to properly speak. 

“Sylus-”

He takes a fistful of your hair and nudges your head up, forcing you to face the incriminating scene reflected in the mirror. “Answer me.”

You watch yourself shake your head rapidly, still being held up from your hair. “No! It’s not like that.. He and I never did it..”

“Oh yeah?” He still has the same smirk from earlier in the night on his face, but now his eyes are shrouded in a devious darkness. “That’s a good girl. If I had found out that he fucked you I might’ve had to kill him.”

He snorts, seeing your shocked expression. “I’m kidding sweetie,” he clarifies. Sylus then lets go of his hold on your hair and your head falls forward with more of his thrusts. “Now keep being my good girl and come for me.”

The exchange is pushed to the back of your mind and you’re reminded of the physical situation that you’re in.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your whole body jerks up and down from bouncing back from his. 

You uncontrollably spasm as you cream around Sylus’ dick, squeezing around him just right. Overstimulated, your jaw hangs open as screams burst from your throat. Afterwards, you become fully limp in his hold.

“Fuck. So fuckin’ noisy, huh? You’re doing so good for me, sweet girl..”

You feel the exact moment he reaches his climax. He thrusts himself one last time into your sore cunt before you’re filled with his cum. 

You stay there for a while, neither of you bothering to move. 

After what feels like hours of standing still, Sylus finally pulls out of you. And last moan escapes your lips as he does so. 

He kneels, pulling up your panties from their bunched up state around your ankles to over your sopping hole before any semen could leak out. 

“You think you can keep it inside until we get home?” He asks before leaving a kiss on your clothed cunt and standing to fix your dress, erasing any evidence of your sexual encounter. 

“And when are we getting home, exactly?” You don’t comment on the fact that he said ‘home’ as if it was the same place for you. As if nothing had happened between you two. You don’t comment because you want both of those things to be true. 

“Now.” It isn’t a suggestion, nor a question, but a statement. 

“Wait, you’re not staying until the gala ends?”

“No, Sweetie. We’re not staying until the gala ends.” He laughs as if it’s obvious, “we both know that I could buy out this whole fundraiser if I wanted to.”

“What about our dates?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re my date, and I’m yours.” 

[kakujis]

what do i call you?;

summary: oliver thinks you'll be easy, just like the other girls he's slept with. but things are different when you don't cave in like he wants. pt 1 | 2

warnings: college!au, afab!fem reader, fratboy!oliver, wildcard!kunigami, this one is a bit angsty, oliver is actually a big softie, situationships, implied fwb with kunigami + karasu, one sided pining (oliver), oral f!receiving, praise, pet names, p*ssyjob, swearing, mentions of drinking, reader is confused on her feelings, if i missed anything lmk, around 7.1k

an: this took me literal months... send help. well, it's finally here! after months of sitting in my drafts half written, i was able to finish it. if the smut is bad, i'm sorry idk how i did it before LMFAO. thanks to zen for letting me ramble about this in their dms for months. tbh i think this is the longest fic i've written so far and ofc it's about this guy LOL. also, i may or may not have a mini playlist for this so lmk if u any of u would like the link :>. resident of: @enchantedforest-network

the first time you “meet” oliver aiku, it’s the morning after you were a drunken mess on your best friend’s back. it’s not that he’s surprised to see someone that isn’t sendou shuto in his kitchen, it’s the fact that you’re not walking out yet. instead, you fix yourself a bowl of cereal, barely paying any mind to the brunette watching you. before he can speak you leave, padding back to sendou’s room. 

the second time happens when he catches a glimpse of you in the library with karasu tabito. your arms hanging around his shoulders in a back hug, as you peer down at his laptop. he notes the proximity and nonchalant demeanor of karasu, typing away while he talks to you about his latest class, even with your cheek pressed against his. maybe you’re his girlfriend, he thinks, before shrugging and moving on. 

the third time happens when you stumble down a hallway at a party, bumping into him as you giggle out a quick, “sorry!” but kunigami rensuke isn’t far behind, grabbing your hand and scolding you before he offers an half assed apology as well. he doesn’t think much of it, preoccupied by his own date, until he sees kunigami pick you up as you babble in his ear about something. 

the official meeting is when you’re having a movie night with sendou at his dorm again. your head lays in the red head’s lap, texting your friends as you give distracted “mhm”s to whatever sendou’s saying. 

“are you even paying attention?” sendou asks, eyes flickering between you and the screen. before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. 

“sen, i really don’t care about whichever gravure idol you’re into right now.” you reply, before your lips curve up into a smile at whatever text you’re reading. 

for once, he’s unsure what this feeling is inside him. is it jealousy? awe? he can’t pinpoint the reason why his dual toned eyes always trail to you, taking in your pretty form. but he’s oliver aiku, he could probably get into your pants if he tried hard enough. 

he slides down onto the couch, slinging an arm over sendou. “whatcha watchin’?” he’s not really paying attention to what’s on the tv, their voices muffled as he notes your form through his peripheral. 

the red-head shrugs, “some romcom that she picked out and isn’t even watching.” he pokes your head, “at least introduce yourself.” 

“mm?” you hum, moving your phone away to peek up at oliver. from the way you’re positioned you’re viewing him upside down. you readjust, twisting and pushing yourself up onto your knees, leaning over with one outstretched hand. “hi, i’m y/n.” 

“you’re blocking the screen!” sendou exclaims, but you don’t move, eyes locked on the brunette across from you. 

oliver tries his best not to leer, really, but he drinks you up with his eyes. it’s hard not to since you’re wearing a shirt that’s clearly too big with the way it falls off one shoulder. he thinks you’d look pretty underneath him and wonders if you make even prettier sounds.

he reaches over to shake your hand, to sendou’s dismay, and maybe it’s cliche but he swears he feels a spark for the very first time. it’s something that gets his heart racing, something new and exciting. 

“i’m oliver, nice to officially meet you.” 

the upcoming months blur and melt into each other, there’s not much to be noted. beyond you coming over every so often to hang out with sendou, what is there beyond soccer practice, classes half paid attention to, and meaningless hookups? frat parties? sure, you both attend them. with each other? not necessarily. 

no, you continue to evade oliver aiku’s grasp. 

“i can’t,” the text reads, “i promised to go with kunigami.” 

he frowns, before typing back: “maybe next time then?” 

“maybe.” 

it’s fine, he thinks, fixing himself another cup of alcohol. he’ll find another girl, it’s easy. but even the ones he’s been with before, the ones who always answer his texts for a quick fuck are starting to bore him. 

it doesn’t help that when you arrive you look so good or that you excitedly greet everyone with a smile and a hug. his hands always linger on the small of your back until you pull away, scampering back over to your date. 

it’s confusing, you swear up and down that you aren’t dating kunigami, but anyone would think you’re with him. especially when your arms are always laced around him, body pressed against his as the two of you talk. he’s always wondered what you could possibly be talking about, kunigami isn’t much for words let alone full blown conversations. but maybe he’s like oliver, fallen deep for how easy it is to talk to you. 

seconds tick into minutes, which turn to hours and before either of you knows it, you’re tipsy, lips curled into a smile as you giggle and shout while your friends play beer bong. he leans against the wall with sendou, trying his best to not stare. 

“you could try talking to her more.” his friend says, breaking the silence between the two. “or are you just gonna stare at her forever?” 

“is she with kunigami or not?” he asks, ignoring the question, “every time i ask her out i get turned down.” 

“yeah, i dunno either, she doesn’t really answer that.” sendou replies, taking another sip of his beer. “i think she’s just messing around, if that helps.” 

if that helps - oliver is pretty sure it doesn’t, but he knows sendou isn’t going to tell him everything. still, the vague response pisses him off. 

there’s also the fact that the two of you have similar friend groups and that you’re a clingy drunk that throws him off. when he finds you in kunigami’s arms again, dozing away in the crook of his neck, the grip intensifies on his cup, indenting the red plastic. his close friends notice it too, the weight of his stare is heavy as if there’s on a spotlight right where you’re sitting. 

but he puts the facade back on when another girl approaches, a welcoming distraction. she’s cute and he recognizes her as being part of his fraternity’s sister sorority. unfortunately, he just can’t focus on her and what she’s saying. his eyes continue to flicker back to you, hot jealousy continuing to bubble in his stomach when he sees kunigami’s hand rub circles on your inner thigh. 

the girl is still talking and he’s doing his best to at least nod when she finishes a sentence. but the final straw is when you sleepily smile at kunigami, as he reads your lips, ‘that tickles!’. 

“hey,” he interrupts, grabbing the closest friend to him, “could you excuse me for a second? by the way, this is sendou.” 

it was brief but for a moment, sendou felt it. the too tight grip on his shoulder and the nails digging into his skin through this cotton tee indicated one thing: jealousy. but before he can speak, oliver’s maneuvering his way through the crowd with a one track mind. 

when he makes it over to you, your grip on kunigami’s shirt is so tight as his hand continues snaking it’s way under the hem of your skirt. you’re not sure if the heat is coming from desire or the alcohol swimming through your veins. your gaze is something oliver’s seen before with countless other girls, it’s sweet, but laced with want. 

“hey, pretty girl.” he says, voice cutting through the air like a knife. 

you tear away from kunigami’s gaze, smiling cutely when you see who it is. “oliver~ hii,” you sing, twisting a little out of the ginger’s grasp to reach your arms out towards him. “come, come.” 

his heart thumps against his chest and he moves closer to bend down and give you a side hug. “what’s up?” 

“mm, nothin’,” you chime, tilting your head to the side, “just hangin’ out, right rennie?” 

rensuke nods, but his eyes are locked on oliver, clearly annoyed at the interruption. his arm finds it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer. 

as fast as you make oliver’s heart race, you’re just as quick to make it drop. it’s a nickname and nothing more, right? so why does it feel like he’s going to throw up? something that sounds sweet on your tongue feels sour on his. 

there’s something beyond the disdain that he hides behind his forced smile and if oliver's one thing, it’s petty. 

“aren’t you a little too drunk, y/n?” he asks, grabbing your arm before pulling you up, maybe it’s the irritation but he almost yanks you out of the ginger’s grip. 

it catches rensuke off guard as you stumble up and out of his lap. you’re shaky on your feet, but oliver’s there to replace not only kunigami but any thought inside your pretty head. 

if you weren’t so drunk you’d probably notice the hammering of his heart as you wrap your arms around his neck for stability. 

“carry me?” you slur and he nods, chest swelling with pride because tonight he won. 

“of course, wouldn’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you.” he smirks, leveling his gaze with kunigami. 

if he was being honest, he would probably lose if he got into a fight with him. yet, the sweet satisfaction that he can hold onto in this moment overtakes that thought. with your head on his shoulder, you start to doze off, missing the way kunigami stands with balled fists. 

“what do you think you’re doing, aiku?” he starts, before moving forward, but oliver steps back.   

“making sure y/n’s alright,” he says, “besides you were pretty touchy just now.” 

“cause she’s my date.” he states, starting to get irritated with how every step he takes forward oliver takes another back. 

“and she’s had too much to drink, right y/n?” you mumble something incoherent and oliver nods. “see?”

the air is tense. not only is oliver edging kunigami on but the group playing beer pong has noticed and quieted down. before things continue to escalate, karasu swings by, wrapping an arm around the wildcard’s shoulders. 

“oi, rensuke we need someone to fill in fer otoya.” he says, eyeing oliver as well. if only he could laugh at the irony. 

if it isn’t number one and number two. he thinks, recalling the amount of time he’s seen you, arms linked with karasu’s as you wander the halls to your next class. but three is the luckiest number, or so he’ll hope. and besides, hierarchies can always change.

rensuke’s quick to shrug the crow off, the scowl on his face ever present, but tabito doesn’t seem to mind. he’s too focused on the sleeping girl in oliver’s arms. 

“well, i don’t really feel like fighting today,” oliver continues, “so we’ll be on our way.” he walks off before the other two can get a word out, nodding to sendou who seems pleased to talk to someone about himself. 

there’s only the sound of the shoes on pavement as oliver walks you home. nestled in his arms, you sometimes perk up to mumble something incoherent or make a noise in his ear. he doesn’t mind, the campus is nice and quiet at night. 

“oliverr,” you slur out, “where are we goin?” 

“home, princess.” he answers, making sure to call you all the nicknames he wants. 

“your dorm?” you ask and he swears the red tips of his ears are from the cold. but it’s not cold at all, it’s the middle spring semester. 

“if you want?” he jokes, before quickly adding, “nah, yours.” he’s told himself before that if he waits it out, he’ll get to you. but it’s been a few months of this back and forth, where you feel so close yet so far. 

“we can’t go to my place!” you whine, “i forgot my key.” 

“and where’s your roommate?” he asks, stopping, because he’s realized another thing. he doesn’t even know where your dorm is. 

“at the party,” you pout, before pulling away and looking at him. “you’re cute, oliver. you should date her.” 

he gives a dry laugh, heart only semi-crushed. you think he’s cute. he’ll take it, especially when it’s beat accelerates further when you push his bangs back. 

“sweaty.” you note, before wiping at his brow. 

“hey,” he says, knowing that a blush has crept onto his cheeks, “stay on track here. where am i taking you tonight?” 

“your place.” you furrow your brow. “how many times do i have to say that?” 

“sorry! just making sure.” he says, shrugging before resuming the walk. it’s not too far off course, if there ever was a course to begin with. 

you settle back into place, head on his shoulder, and humming to yourself. oliver appreciates the music. 

“not gonna take my offer, eh?” you ask, breath tickling his neck. “she’s pretty, funny, but not as funny as me, remember that.” 

“i don’t think i’ve met her before, have i?” he asks, scanning his mind of recent memory. truth be told, he can’t recall you showing up with anyone that wasn’t a guy on the soccer team. 

“hm? you know everyone.” you counter. 

feigning innocence, he asks,“do i?” 

“maybe its because you’ve met soo many girls, you don’t remember her.” you retort and he winces inwardly at the disdain clear in your voice. 

“c’mon now,” he says, “i really don’t know that many.” 

you hum, “mm, i bet if i didn’t show up as often you wouldn’t remember me-” 

he’s quick to cut you off, “not true.” it’s too early to say he loves you, maybe infatuated is a better word. 

“if you say so,” you sigh, mind still buzzed and muddied. “are we there yet? i’m sleepy.” 

“just up the stairs,” he mutters, “feel free to fall asleep.” 

when the two of you arrive at the dorm, you’re fast asleep. he tries to move you onto the couch but you continue to cling, grumpy moans coming from you as he tries to pry you off. 

“you’ll kill me if you wake up in my bed,” he mutters, so he carries you off to sendou’s room. “here, it’s sen’s bed.” 

“don’t go, i need to cuddle with someone,” you mumble, words still slightly slurred, “til sen comes back at least.” 

he stills, knee sinking into the mattress, one hand on your back the other on the bed to steady himself. “you’re gonna kill me when you wake up.” he murmurs, but suddenly the perfume you’ve wearing smells really good. so does your hair and even the skin sticky with sweat is appealing. he wants to stay. 

“noo, i won’t,” you whisper, the scent of alcohol still heavy in your breath. “promise.” 

“…you want me to stay that badly?” he jokes, inwardly cursing at how easy you make him crumble. 

he swears his heart nearly stops when you giggle out a “yeah.” 

he settles in, maneuvering the two of you so that you’re laying on his chest. you fall back asleep quickly, nuzzling into him while your arm is splayed across him. 

it’s comfortable, he thinks, different from the other girls who get up and leave him after sex. not that he ever asks them to stay, actually preferring it when they leave. but he didn’t realize that someone could actually feel this good in his arms. 

“i think i’m actually falling in love,” he scoffs in disbelief, before throwing a palm up to his forehead, a grin plastered on his face. “goodnight, princess.” 

he’s not surprised that you left before he woke up that morning. what’s actually surprising is how you seem to avoid him more lately afterwards. at least before you’d throw a few snarky remarks his way and listen to him talk for a bit before you’d inevitably wander back to your phone. 

it’s been about two weeks since that night and oliver’s got the message enough to leave you alone for most of the time you’re over. even when you come over for a movie night, he’ll try to keep his talks to you at a minimum. sometimes inviting over another teammate to fill up the awkward silences. 

even before the incident, he thought that maybe there’s a reason for it. a reason that he contemplates more one day as he watches you from the corner of his eye. there’s a reason why you’ll lay in sendou’s lap and not his, why you’ll hold hands with your other friends and not him, why they get meals while he gets scraps. 

he’s got it half right. there’s been too many texts from sendou asking how to get a crying girl out of his dorm, too often have there been “and that’s another one out the dorm,” calls. 

there’s a reason you keep him at arms length, why the most affection you’ll do is give him a quick hug. but he feels that you’re chipping down ever so slightly with each hang out, each party, and each “goodnight.” 

is that why tonight you don’t follow sendou to his room when he says goodnight? why you awkwardly fiddle with your hands, something he’s noticed you do when you’re nervous. he misses you and he feels a little more ambitious or perhaps insane for thinking that you might miss him too. 

he clears his throat, prompting you to peek at him from his side of the couch. “you goin’ to bed?” 

to his relief, you shake your head answering, “not yet, you?” 

“depends. you want company?” he asks, sliding over to where you’re sitting.

you giggle, something he hasn’t heard from his end in weeks, giving in to his little game. besides, no one else will text you back this late at night, “i don’t know, do i?” 

he grins, “i think so.” emboldened, he glides his hand underneath your blanket, before he presses his hand against your thigh. he waits a second to see if you’ll stop him, but you don’t.

his hand trails up until it’s dipping past the waistband of your shorts. he smirks when he feels the wet patch on your undies, “and here i thought you didn’t like me.” 

your breath hitches slightly, “what do you mean? i’m always nice to you.” 

“thats debatable.” he mumbles, slipping your panties aside to ghost his fingers up and down your slit. “especially lately, you don’t even wanna look at me.”as he’s about to sink a finger in, you jolt forward, grabbing his wrist. 

“wait!” you gasp, chest heaving. he stops, just like you ask, never having seen you so flustered before. 

“waiting.” he says, doing his best to not have his mind too muddied by the heaviness in his pants. 

“i don’t want to.. um, i don’t think we should fuck.” you stumble over your words, unable to take your eyes off his hand. 

he blinks, “okay.” he won’t push it. retreating, he tries to sit back, but you don’t remove the grip on his wrist. “uh, are you gonna-“ 

“we could… do other things though.” you mumble, but you release his hand and push it away anyway. “actually, nevermind.” 

he grins, finally getting it. “so you want me to finger you, is that it?” 

“do you have to put it that way?” you groan, laying back and covering your face with your hands. 

“finger fucking?” he jokes, but he’s slinking back forward, his hand traveling back to it’s rightful spot. 

you groan again, but not without spreading your legs for him and he smiles. 

“not gonna talk to me?” he continues, one thumb slowly stroking your cunt through the fabric of your panties. 

“do you want me to change my mind?” you answer, muffled by the sleeves of your hoodie. 

“please don’t,” he laughs, before tugging at your clothing. “can i?” 

you nod again and he’s quick to pull them off. it’s his turn to lose his breath, lost in how pretty your folds glisten for him. 

change of plans, he thinks as he levels himself down onto the bed. 

“oliver?” you call, peeking through your fingers again. 

“as long as we don’t fuck right?” he asks, licking his lips and you can read the anticipation clear on his face. but he’ll wait for you to say yes, like a dog on a leash.

you nod again, the both of your hearts hammering as you do and he dives in. he starts slow to savor it, his tongue moving with long languid strokes between your folds. 

he knew you’d taste good, but not this good. even better are the noises you make, well the ones you’re trying to hide. he glances up at you, your face contorted as you bite down on the sleeve of your jacket. a heavy blush creeps onto his face, you’re so pretty. 

you arch your back as he slides his tongue over your clit, bringing his fingers up to prod at your opening. he continues to work his tongue over your already swollen clit, suckling out mewls from your lips. when he sinks his fingers in, your jaw drops as you gasp out a “fuck!” 

covering your mouth again, you whimper as he picks up the pace. he wants to hear that pretty voice again, so he curls his digits up inside your gummy walls and to his delight, you sob out again. 

by now he’s realizing he actually has shit self control. pushing your clothing up, he pulls off your already swollen clit, readjusting himself as he starts to leave sloppy kisses up the expanse of your belly. 

“i wanna hear you, i wanna see you,” he mumbles, latching onto your neck and sucking in a mark. “besides, sendou’s asleep.” he actually has no clue if his best friend’s asleep, he’s just so high on you that he doesn’t care. 

“take me to your room then,” you whimper, conceding, breathless and squirming. he smiles against the crook of your neck before removing his fingers from your cunt. he picks you up fast, scooping you up as you tremble in his embrace. 

he practically sprints to his room, slamming the door shut before throwing you into his bed. you scramble to take the rest of your clothes off. he wanted to see, remember? 

you tug on his shirt, it’s only fair if you take your clothes off that he does too. “hey… take this off.” 

“i thought we weren’t fucking?” he laughs, but you raise a brow. 

“do we need to fuck if we’re naked?” you scoff, but in reality, you feel a bit too exposed. 

he grins, shrugging, “nah.” then he’s quick to take off his own before pushing you down. “let me finish eating, yeah?” 

you settle back, sighing out a breathless, “yeah.” 

with your legs spread so nicely, it’s easy for him to get back to work. he spreads your eager folds with his thumbs, admiring your pretty pussy before spitting down a lob of saliva. you jolt at the feeling, but he uses an arm to keep you still. he has work to do. his tongue begins lapping back at your folds before diving into your cunt, slurping at the arousal leaking onto his sheets. 

oliver’s not typically a giver, maybe having only given a couple times in all of hookups. but this was different, he could probably eat you out for hours if you could stay a twitching, mewling mess underneath. perhaps he was starving, growling as he pulls you in even closer and you find your hands in his hair. 

as his name leaves your lips like a chant, he continues to tongue fuck you, your slick trailing down his chin. your core burns as you grind onto him, chasing after your release, his stubble lightly scratching across your skin. 

he switches, latching back onto your clit with nimble fingers working their way inside you. “cum for me, baby.” he murmurs, curling his fingers up again just how you like it. “you’re so fucking good for me, you know that?” 

“s-shut up,” you sob, but the praise hits in all the right places as you arch your back. another indication that you like it is the harsher pull on his strands, a string of obscenities leaving your mouth.

“aw, i’m just tryna make you feel good,” he muses as he hears your first frustrated noise from pulling away. “close huh?” 

“oliver, please.” you whimper, brow furrowed as you gaze down at him. you’re so close, but just his fingers scissoring you isn’t enough. 

he tilts his head, “please what?” he asks, and you wonder when he got so fucking bold. “use your words.” maybe it’s the blood rushing straight to his head that’s got him out of sorts, but for the first time he’s got you where he wants you. he may be the one caged between your thighs, but you're the one that’s stuck in his web, begging for release. 

his fingers continuously moving in and out of you makes your eyelids flutter, especially when he picks up the pace. “i wanna cum, please,” you beg, “please, please, please.” 

he laughs out an “that wasn’t so hard right?”, before he’s back onto your bundle of nerves. he seeks out the friction of the bed for his own pleasure, his cock hard and heavy as he grinds out against the sheets.

right now though, the focus is on you. the focus is the way your thighs clench closer together, boxing him in, letting him know when what he does is good. it’s the way you greedily grind up into his face, tumbling his name off your lips like it’s the only thing you know how to say. 

you finally burst when oliver murmurs, “so fucking good for me,” his breath hot on your clit. he finger fucks you through your orgasm, continuously praising you, “good job, beautiful, that’s it.”

you pant, pushing at his hand when you’ve started to get overstimulated. he slips out, but pushes you back when you start to reach for his cock. you watch with doe eyes as he smears your slick across his cock, stroking himself. 

“keep your legs open.” he says, eyes lidded. “i won’t fuck you, don’t worry.” he reassures when he sees your eyes widen more. 

you comply, still slightly twitching from your orgasm, when he settles himself between your folds again. he’s not far off, not when he’s been drunk off the sound and taste of you. but the wetness between your folds has his head spinning. he slips so easily between them, he wishes he could just slide into you, but he’s good at keeping his promises.

he uses one hand to keep his cockhead pressed firmly against you. you think it’s messy, his hand covered in arousal, precum, and saliva but you’re both a little mesmerized by the scene. the two of you make eye contact and he breathes out, “you’re so beautiful.” 

“stop complimenting me,” you pout, before you’re pulling him down to rest his forehead against yours. “or else i’ll kill you.” 

“i thought you were gonna say you’d fall in love with me,” he muses, lips barely ghosting over yours as he continues to rut in between your folds. 

“in your dreams, oliver.” you murmur, but you tilt up and kiss him anyway. you taste yourself on him but can’t seem to care, as his tongue slips in to intertwine with yours. 

that’s enough to set him off, shuddering as he comes undone on your belly. white hot ropes paint your skin and you pull away, lips swollen. you fall back on the bed, the only sound the two of you panting. 

oliver lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling. he brings his hand up, staring at his sticky fingers covered in fluid. 

“gross,” you cringe and he peeks over at you. “clean me up?” 

“sure.” he’s quick to get up, grabbing a box of tissues by his bed. 

“all men are the same.” you groan, but there’s a smile dancing on your face. 

“yeah, this is the brand sendou and i prefer.” he jokes and you smack him playfully. he uses the tissues to clean his hand first before moving onto you, scooping up the remnants of what just happened. he pauses when he moves lower, looking at you. 

are we… anything? he wants to ask, but he bites his tongue when he notices you staring back. he cleans up the rest, before asking, “so, what now?” 

“i’m gonna shower, that’s what.” you say, pushing yourself up and grabbing your clothes. you don’t put them on, there’s no point since both the guys in this dorm have seen all of you. 

as you turn the knob to leave, he asks, “can i join you?”

you scoff, shooting him a look. “absolutely not.” 

he figured you’d say that. 

it’s only 8pm on a saturday when sendou’s phone blows up. 

“sorry,” he says, reading the letters of your name across the screen. “i gotta take this.” 

it’s a rare night in, oliver’s own phone buzzing with “where are you?” texts from his friends. he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you, the way you squirmed and moaned for him was enough to set him over. falling further into the sticky web of your hold. 

when sendou walks back in, the expression on his face is mixed with concern and confusion. 

“something happen?” oliver asks, pausing the movie. 

“uhh.. yeah i think so.” sendou answers, scratching the back of his neck. “i think y/n’s coming over.” 

there’s confusion washed over the brunette’s features. he’s not sure why this visit is so concerning, you’ve changed your mind before. saying no to movie night yet coming over unannounced anyway. 

sendou sighs, “don’t freak out when she gets here.” he’s not an idiot. he’s seen basically every spare glance that oliver’s thrown your way, the schedule modifications to come home more often to see you, the way his smile lingers on you when you do almost anything. he sees the way oliver deflates when you’re with someone else, it’s quick when it happens, almost uncatchable. 

“and why would i do that?” he’s joking, but the knot in his stomach is turning. what is it? you’re coming over to tell them all about your great fuckin’ date with rensuke? even after almost sleeping together, you still ran right back to kunigami when he called for you. 

sendou rolls his eyes, before repeating himself, “seriously. don’t.” 

oliver throws his arms up in surrender, “okay, okay.” 

when do you barge in you’re in the same hoodie you wore the night you came undone under oliver’s mouth. the nervous smile on his face falls when he hears you sniffling. when the two of you make eye contact, your puffy red-lines eyes looking into his, he feels something break. 

you blink, and then you blink again, as you try to fight back the tears that eagerly wish to spill. instinctively, you tug at the sleeves of your sweater trying to self-soothe yourself. you try to speak multiple times, only to stop and let out little huffs of air. it hurts too much. 

sendou speaks first, gently rubbing your back as he guides you over to the couch. “hey… take some deep breaths.” you shake your head, balling your hands into fists as you continue to cry. 

“want me to leave?” oliver asks, as much as he doesn’t want to, he knows you’re more comfortable when he’s not around. to both his and sendou’s surprise, you shake your head again, reaching out to him with trembling hands. 

he sits closer and you lean down to lay in his lap, “l-let me cry here.” you mumble, grabbing his hand and placing it on the top of your head. “rub my head.” 

oliver can’t help but laugh a little bit, “sure.” he nods over to sendou, whose eyes could possibly launch from their sockets. “hey, you heard her, rub her back.” 

“pretty sure she said ‘head’” he retorts, but starts doing it anyway. while sendou’s eyes wander the room, sometimes glancing at the remote wondering if he should start the movie back up; oliver’s are glued on you. 

he cards through your hair, eyes soft on your hiccuping form. he thinks you feel like his girlfriend, maybe if someone else saw, you’d look like it too. maybe he’ll ask sendou later. it’s a few more moments of your sniffling before you finally speak. 

“do you guys think i’m stupid?” you ask, reaching out for the remote and turning whatever movie they had playing on. 

“sometimes, yeah,” sendou answers and both you and oliver are quick to smack him. “ow! i thought you wanted the truth? and why the hell are you hitting me?!” he exclaims, one finger pointed towards the brunette. 

oliver shrugs, “because you said something stupid?” 

“i agree,” you sniffle, but there’s the smallest hint of a smile on your face. “you’re supposed to lie, idiot.” 

“if i lie will you tell us what happened?” he asks, leaning back against the armrest. 

“don’t even have to lie, i’ll just tell you.” you sigh, lowering the volume down on the tv. you start to tap on oliver’s knee since you’re nervous, but he continues to play with your hair. 

“so you know how rensuke and i were… thinking of being something?” you start. you feel oliver’s hand pause when you say that, but he starts back up again. “anyway, he called it off today. he gave me an ultimatum that i didn’t wanna take.” 

“which was?” sen asks, brow raised. 

“i couldn’t see you two anymore.” you answer, “like i wouldn’t choose my best friends?” 

“since when is oliver your best friend?” sendou asks, perplexed. 

since she came on my face in my bedroom, he muses, but you answer with a “since i decided.” 

“are you guys doing shit behind my back?” the redhead asks and the two of you look at each other. 

“no,” you say, face heating up as you stare into pretty dual tone eyes, “we don’t do anything.” 

not only is the blush on his face clearly visible, but so is the smirk. “not a thing,” he agrees. “if anything, we just… chill.” 

you mouth out an “oliver!” but he shrugs, before using his thumb to wipe at the remnants of tears on your cheek. if you weren’t trying to hide from the current accusations, you’d probably just keen up into his touch. 

“i don’t wanna know.” sendou groans, breaking the two of you out of trance. he gets up, turning the tv off and flickering his gaze towards you. “sleeping in my room tonight?” 

you swallow, before nodding again, finally tearing your gaze away from oliver. “yeah, i’ll be there in a sec.” 

you sit up as sendou leaves, the click of his door indicating when the two of you are alone. you feel vulnerable. you pull your knees up, hugging them, before you start to talk. 

“i really liked him, y’know?” you mumble, “but i never really got the same vibe back.” 

oliver’s silent, arms crossed and head thrown back as he stares up at the ceiling. he doesn’t particularly care to hear just how much you liked rensuke, but he’s not about to leave now. 

you continue, “i think he wanted someone to blow off steam with, which isn’t bad, but… i wanted him to actually like me. like-like me, not just to be thrown away later on. i thought he could be my first real boyfriend.” 

“why are you telling me this?” he asks, trying to keep his tone neutral. “wouldn’t you rather tell sen?” 

you shake your head, looking back at him slightly. “no, i like talking to you more. about this stuff anyway, you seem to actually listen to me. sen’s not bad, but i dunno, he doesn’t really give me sound advice.” 

“what’d he tell you to do last time?” he asks, semi-agreeing already that sendou really isn’t the best advice giver.

“sleep with karasu.” you deadpan, inwardly cringing at how awkward that interaction was. 

“and did you?” he asks, voice a little ptiched. 

“no! everyone thinks so, but no.” you failed, thankfully, unable to actually go through with it. but you made a friend with tabito, one that listens to your ramblings when you visit. 

oliver sits up a little and you snap your head back forward, embarrassment eating at you. “did you two… do anything?” he’s started to realize something. 

you shake your head again, hoping he doesn’t notice how feeble you feel. but he can’t notice that because he feels like he’s on cloud nine. “have you slept with anyone?” he asks, heart pounding. 

what comes up must always come down and to his dismay, you nod, mumbling out a name that leaves him slaw jacked. “sendou. like, twice…. why am i sharing this information with you?”

“seriously? sendou?” he’s not sure whether this means that his friendship has ended, but it does maybe make some sense that you’re so comfortable around him. beyond best friends, anyway. 

you spin around, “listen! it was when we had just graduated high school. we’d never slept with anyone before .. so, seriously, why am i telling you this?!” 

he won’t lie, the panicked look on your face is cute, so much so that he’s a little less pissed off. “okay, okay. i get it,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder. “you don’t have to tell me anything else.” 

sometimes, you don’t understand how oliver can be so sweet, but you sure are grateful for it. you smile at him and his heart melts a little. it’s so much better when you aren’t crying. 

he pats your head before getting up. 

“oliver?” you call, but he smiles at you and it’s your turn to feel your heart flutter. 

“you should get some sleep,” he says, “it’s late. you want water before you go though?” padding over to the kitchen to fix you a glass of water. 

you nod, “mhm.” before getting up yourself and following after him. he hands you the glass and he thinks it’s strange. the first time you stood in this kitchen, you didn’t even look his way. but now, you look at him clearly. sure, it’s not the ideal situation and you are leaving to go sleep in another guy’s bed, but it’s enough. 

one step closer to you is worth it. it shouldn’t be long now, he thinks, you’ll be his in due time. but he doesn’t notice the confusion on your face when you grab the glass. the moment your fingers touch you feel it too, that all familiar pull, the one you were trying (and failing) to avoid. you duck away when you move towards sendou’s room, hoping he can’t hear the way your heart pounds within your chest.

it can’t be him.

“that fucking stings!” oliver hisses, instinctively pulling away from you. 

you frown, “i don’t know why you went to me and not like, the campus nurse or a hospital.” you recenter his face, gripping his chin between your index finger and thumb. 

“why would i go there when i’ve got my guardian angel here?” he teases before wincing again as you press the cloth to his busted lip. 

“i’ve got to stop the bleeding,” you mumble, ignoring his comment. oliver thinks you look so cute when concern paints your face, he’d kiss you if you let him, despite his lip. “i still can’t believe you did that.” 

“did what?” he asks.

“get your ass beat,” you snort, removing the pressure from his lip before handing him an ice pack. “here.” 

“he made you cry, like i wasn’t gonna beat his ass?” he counters, correcting you and if he could pout, he would. 

“oliver. that was weeks ago, no one asked you to do something so stupid,” you sigh, swiveling around to look for bandages. “there was no point.”

“no one asked you to date stupid guys,” he retorts, but man does it hurt. more than his lip or his bruised cheek, the fact that no matter what you won’t look at him the same way you do others. 

“i just don’t get why you’d do something so dumb.” you say, closing the medicine cabinet while holding a box of band aids. you’re so nonchalant about it it’s infuriating. why don’t you get it? 

he blinks, before scoffing, “what am i to you?” 

“you’re… oliver.” you say, tensing, suddenly not liking the direction this conversation is going. 

“that’s it?” he almost can’t believe it, that after everything, he’s just still oliver. 

“what do you want me to say?” you sigh, voice coming out a little irritated. you’ve never done well with confrontation, especially not when it comes to feelings like this. 

he sets the ice pack down before continuing, “that i’m important to you, more than just some dude you string along for fun.” 

“what are you even talking about?” you exasperate, because really, what does he want? he knows you two aren’t anything, nothing more than friends and yet he tries so hard. so hard it makes your head spin, so hard it makes you sometimes doubt your own judgment on him. but you refuse, you’ll continue to listen to that little voice that tells you: no. not him. 

“for fucks sake, can’t you pick me just one time?!” he yells, slamming his hand on the counter and you jump back, “not karasu, not sendou, not fucking kunigami. don’t run to them. run to me. can’t it be me?” 

“y-you’re crying,” you deflect, trying to look anywhere but him because if you look at him, you’ll want to hold him. you’ll want to give him, tell him that maybe you two could try to be something. you don’t even argue that kunigami isn’t an option anymore. 

“i don’t fucking care.” 

“and i don’t know what to say.” you answer, eyes glued on the box in your hands. 

“just say the word and i’ll be yours. fully and wholly, i’ll give you everything.” he says firmly. 

but you stay quiet, awkwardly fidgeting with the box in your hands. 

“…please?” it comes out soft, whispery, and most of all desperate. a plea that comes from deep within because at the end of it all, he loves you. 

but there’s nothing from you, it’s radio silence. it’s the quietness after midnight on a tuesday when the rest of campus is deep asleep. it’s nothing. and for a brief moment, he’ll accept it, because it’s harder for him to sit in this continued rejection. he’ll accept that right now, you don’t want him. 

he gets up, pushing past you not even bothering to wipe the tears that trail down his cheeks. and he thinks, maybe even a small bit of him prays, that you’ll stop him. 

but you don’t, staring at the tiled floor as he leaves, and oliver feels his heart shatter into tiny glass pieces. should he still hold onto “maybe”? maybe someday you’ll want him too? maybe someday you’ll be his exclusively? or should he give up, call it a day, and speed dial one of the girls in his phone?

he doesn’t know.

[bonefall]

For Flowerstem vs Maplewhisker, maybe they're both present and one is like… an aide to whichever is the deputy? Not officially, but in the midst of All That they just happen to be helping/supporting the other, and are a clear choice of new deputy once the dust settles.

They're not necessarily friends at the start, either acquaintances that grow closer through a shared sense of "someone has to keep things working", or maybe even rivals of a sort- they don't get along great initially, but they respect each other, and it turns out they're willing to back each other up when it matters (+ the value of having a second-in-command who's willing to disagree with you)

idk i'm just spitballing here tbh

I layed around and daydreamed about it for a bit, and I think this is a great idea. I have even more thoughts to share as fragments;

To start with, I'm thinking Flowerstem is going to be the Winner of the Conflict, and Maplewhisker is going to become her friend and future deputy. Mothpelt is going to be the oldest heir*, who dies of poisoning along with a few of his children.

And to reiterate, Jumpfoot is the descendant of Riverstar's firstborn child, and Mossfire is his adopted heir.

Renames to get the names more in-line with where they were at this period in history;

BB!Flowerstem -> Flowers Came First. Nickname: Flow. A River Kingdom title. Comes from a translation quirk. "Stem," prryem, is the place where plants erupt from the ground in modern Clanmew. Over many generations, influenced by the story of Redscar's sign, "Came" and "First" merge into a single word, Prryem. Eventual winner of the conflict.

BB!Maplewhisker -> Maple Whisker A Mountain Cat name. Actually a reference to the odd saplings that were planted in SkyClan's territory (and is now ThunderClan's). Maple might be a migrant from SkyClan or a second-generation descendant of them, so a more accurate translation would be Sycamore Whisker, but the translator chooses to abide by the precedent set by Mapleshade. Flow's future deputy. (I don't currently have a Mountain family with the Whisker last name, I might end up making it something that came from a Mountain x Forest/Park blended family, as a Mountain cat wanted to name half of the kits for their mate as is tradition.)

BB!Mothpelt* -> Dead Moths Pelt. Nickname: Moth (though I'm easily tempted by funny into making it Moe.) Another River Kingdom title, for the irony factor. It's actually a reference to how he rescued a ton of pelts from a moth infestation, by recognizing they were laying eggs and stopping them before they hatched. Hard to translate into just three words, because in Parkmew it was "Killed (the) moths (to save the) pelts." * = Watch this space. Might change in a future draft.

BB!Jumpfoot -> Jumping Foot Nickname: Jump Actually from WindCo. I haven't worked out the meaning behind this title yet. I'm going to make it so Duststar is supporting this cat for leadership; they might even be slightly related. Cousins, perhaps.

BB!Mossfire -> Mossfire Alight Only given recently, when Moss set her own fire for the very first time. Barely out of apprenticeship, but very popular. Riverstar's adopted child.

(I also need to pick the ThunderClan "Diplomat" character.)

More fragments and assorted thoughts;

(Three parts: Opening, Middle Stuff, and Redscar's Choice)

Opening and political setup:

BB!Flowerstem, Flow, is kind of like an older sibling/nanny of Moss. She was an apprentice of King Riverstar, and unofficially trusted to watch over Moss, who is considerably younger than she is. She wasn't formally adopted by King Riverstar but he always felt like a father to her.

BB!Jumpfoot, Jump, is from WindCo. Riverstar's firstborn was not legitimate, who lived a long and happy life as a traveler going between the various groups.

Riverstar is actually Jump's great-great-grandfather, but Jump is an accomplished, confident warrior who's just young enough to have a long rule, but experienced enough to make Mossfire look like a child in comparison.

And, importantly, Duststar wants Jump in power.

When Riverstar is on his deathbed, Flow, Moth, and Moss are there. Jump actually blows in later, and the Unnamed ThunderClan Diplomat.

The Diplomat is going to be one who does the poisoning later. Jump is REALLY easy to pin the blame on, because he's aggressive and kind of arrogant.

Through the story, Flow is trying to protect both Moss AND keep the River Kingdom functioning. Without even realizing it, people keep coming to her for advice.

Maple Whisker is her really good ally through all this. I'm not sure how they're going to begin, they COULD be rivals, but the important thing is that Maple and Flow naturally end up supporting each other.

While Flow is trying to keep Moss safe and fend off the other Heirs who are showing up looking to make claims to power, Maple is handling a lot of the logistical things.

Flow is an excellent "face." Her judgement is generally influential.

She's kind and compassionate, and it means that she's able to smooth out conflict in a way that King Riverstar used to be able to.

And there are a LOT of fights to break up.

Jump is a complete troublemaker already trying to assert his claim, and he's got cats to back him up.

Moss, who is really trying to be fair here, often gets pulled into fights.

FLOW'S biggest "flaw" is that she's honest. At some point she even admits, "Moss is really not ready for leadership. She needs more time before she has this responsibility."

unfortunately, opportunists and blood-loyalists who don't believe "adopted" can count as legitimate jump on that. Mossfire resents this, even though Flow is right, and she IS in waaay over her head.

But, thankfully, there's still an option.

The Eldest (currently living) direct child of Riverstar, Dead Moth Pelt, Moth, is the obvious alternative. He's older, speaks highly of his father, has connections to the River Kingdom.

And, importantly, he's got kittens of his own. Easy choice! They'll continue the dynasty and we won't have to worry about this again.

They're Just Like The Wind Runner

(jump and duststar disliked this)

.....hmmmmm. You know what would be cool?

The ThunderClan Diplomat being one of these kids.

Maybe in a future draft the Diplomat will be Mothpelt, and the ELDEST will be Beechstar. Maybe their name can be Beech Shore.

Add some more messy dynamics here, have it that Mothpelt "wants to avenge!" the father he actually killed.

But ANYWAY. This draft first.

Moth is a showman and a people-pleaser. He decides he wants to have a party to honor his father's life,

At this celebration, Moth's direct family all eats from the same, very special pot.

Everyone in this family is poisoned. None of them are able to make the trip to the Moonstone, and one-by-one, Moth and his kits succumb to it.

(except, of course, the diplomat, if he ends up being a descendant of The Eldest.)

The Diplomat, whoever they are, makes the obvious accusation;

Jumping Foot did this.

MIDDLE STUFF

All this while, I think Flow should be realizing there's something wrong with the Diplomat. But there's ALSO a lot wrong with Jumping Foot

As Jumping Foot becomes unpopular, his supporters are rallying around him and the accusations are starting to get thrown around

Re: It's VERY useful that Flow remains the only POV here, realizing that the fighting and the fracturing factions are starting to affect the function of the River Kingdom

Maple Whisker is by her side, constantly running to come fetch her to break up fights and arguments

Dens aren't getting maintained, cats are going hungry as there's no one really "in charge" of making meals for everyone

I want to make sure it's clear that it's not an "ABANDON OLD PEOPLE" situation. It's Flow laying it out directly;

"Everyone who isn't part of a large family is suffering. You HAVE to pick a side in order to have access to good food and shelter... and Jumping Foot is backed up by the Wind Coalition!"

In this shuffle, she's having a hard time protecting Moss, who's getting sick and tired of her Kingdom being yanked around.

She's growing up quick, having to work with Flow to take care of the cats in the Kingdom, but it's also making her more aggressive. Less patient.

Through The Diplomat, ThunderClan also begins to stick their nose in, which The Diplomat frames as "aid, they are our allies after all. Ties to them run deep, unlike those of the Wind Coalition."

Flow starts to realize that between these two huge coalitions, backed by outside forces, the River Kingdom will get absorbed.

In the shuffle, Flow and Mossfire Alight are starting to break apart. They used to be close, but the stress is making Moss aggressive and short-fused.

She NEVER used to start fights like this, but now Flow is finding herself trying to stop her previously so openminded charge from escalating conflicts.

It's a complete lost cause. There's no way Mossfire is going to be able to come out on top between two very powerful choices, backed up by other Clans

Most River Kingdom cats DO actually believe that it would have been King Riverstar's will for his adopted heir to take over. They disagree on if that's the right choice, or if an adopted one can be legitimate at all, or, WORST of all, if they even CAN support her when a lot of their food and supplies are coming from ThunderClan and WindCo

This comes to a boil when SkyClan charges in for a surprise attack, seeking to claim the territory before it's fully absorbed by the other two.

Because the River Kingdom's camp was on the Sunningrocks, an island in the middle of the river, this battle is CHAOTIC and DEADLY

The island was almost too small to hold all of the reinforcements and MORE AND MORE kept coming, packing in like sardines

The fighting was spilling over onto the banks, over the log bridge, a fight almost as dense and even more SUDDEN than The First Battle

Noncombatants were getting swept up into the fighting, no one knowing who they were supposed to be fighting against, some cats just jumping on those they didn't like, cats who couldn't swim were getting launched into the water

Flow and Maple Whisker can't SAVE all of them

And in the brawl, Mossfire leapt on the cat who she felt had been making her life hell, who KILLED Moth and his children, who needed to DIE

Jumping Foot was happy to return the sentiment, ready to eliminate this bloodless brat once and for all

As they tussled and tumbled, they crashed into the waves, biting and scratching, not realizing that their crowns had become tangled.

Mossfire tries to break the water for a breath, but Flow only sees her back breach the surface before getting dragged under

She leaps back in to try and save her, trying to pull her up, but Jumping Foot is a WindCo cat who doesn't know how to avoid drowning. He grabs at Mossfire in a panic, joined at the crown, and Flow can't pull them both up

The last time Flow sees Mossfire is in that terrified, tangled image, sinking down to the depths, seemingly locked in eternal combat down to the bottom of the river.

Redscar's Choice

When we cut back to Flowers Come First and Maple Whisker, Flow is absolutely haunted.

It seemed like the "obvious" choice was The Diplomat... but after that awful fight, an emergency gathering had to take place.

EVERY Clan lost warriors. ShadowClan was demanding to know why-- as they were the only one not officially involved in the fight, and even THEY are missing warriors.

WindCo has the most losses, and Duststar is VERY quiet. Jumping Foot's death shook him. There wasn't even a body to bury, and he hasn't gotten word on if Jump's gone to StarClan or not.

He's quiet because the guilt is eating him from the inside out. He's doing some sort of prayer behavior, quietly, as if he doesn't even seem to realize he's doing it.

(probably keeping his whiskers tilted upwards at the stars, twitching whenever the breeze hits them.)

ThunderClan's leader seems more frustrated than anything. Flow interprets this negatively, like they just want to get on with it and claim River Kingdom as their own.

(in truth, it's more likely this leader is annoyed with The Diplomat's meddling, the Kingdom isn't a prize they really want, they just honored an alliance and lost a ton of warriors for the trouble. But what matters is what Flow feels about them.)

SkyClan got absolutely humiliated. They were the catalyst for the battle but were quickly overwhelmed, and the current leader just took a MASSIVE reputation hit. It's not the Era of Skystar any longer.

(someone makes a xenophobic comment about "Jump back up into your trees, gray squirrels")

Maple Whisker, in a quick-thinking effort to avoid The Diplomat being officiated, calls upon a neutral party. Redscar of ShadowClan.

If mortals cannot figure out the rightful heir, then surely, StarClan must.

Duststar jumps on this immediately.

Diplomat doesn't like it, but it doesn't matter, because the ThunderClan leader does. Speaks right over them.

Over a couple of days, Redscar "deliberates" by visiting River Kingdom to "spend time under their stars."

But what he's REALLY doing is checking out how the Kingdom runs. And he's really gentle with Flow, in particular, like he's very interested in her.

When she questions why, he lies, "You have spirits around you."

This gets her to open up about how close she was to so many of the cats that died, explain how hard she's worked to keep it all together. How much she misses Mossfire, how she feels she failed her.

And King Riverstar, and Moth, and his poor kits.

I feel like The Diplomat is probably constructing signs to try and appeal to Redscar, thinking he's looking for them, but Redscar is NOT looking for signs. He's actually ignoring them completely.

This is going to be remembered as "seeing through false omens" but in truth, he was not interested in what StarClan actually had to say here, if they even did say anything.

(King Riverstar, as a patron, is remembered as NOTORIOUSLY silent. He never says anything directly.)

What Redscar ultimately concludes is, "It seems you and Maple Whisker have ruled together this whole time, with your leadership and her stewardship, it was almost strong enough to keep the Kingdom together."

Flow makes a remark that it sure didn't turn out well, if that's the case.

"Through no fault of yours."

Shortly afterwards, he constructs the False Sign which selects her as a leader. Redscar also insists that, because she did not rule alone, Maple Whisker must become a "deputy," as they have in ShadowClan.

She agrees to this term, justifying it by saying that it is sort of like an advisor role, which she used to be... but it's not. It's quite different.

This law is eventually adopted as Commandment 3: The Law of the Deputy. That all Clans must have a Leader, and a Deputy. The Deputy must be appointed before Moonhigh, and to become a Deputy, you must have once been responsible for young lives.

(This is in honor of Flow's relationship to Mossfire. It will be tweaked over the generations to specifically mean a mentor/apprentice relationship, but the first draft of the law could also include being a Mi or Ba.)

Thus, the River Kingdom is no more. RiverClan is born, and in agreeing to the terms, WindCo becomes WindClan.

Something changes on this day, with so many cats dead and the group now being something very different. The era of charitability and open relations between Clans... is starting to seem like a bad idea.

The current of the river is the same, but somehow, the water is different.

Last plot thread left to wrap up is The Poisoning.

It's GOTTA be a dramatic reveal of some sort. The Diplomat makes one last grab at power. I think it would actually be a BIG power move if Flow came back with her lives, receiving the wisdom from Redscar that Diplomat was constructing false signs, putting two and two together...

A feast is thrown, she decides to eat in the same exact way Moth did, makes it very clear she's "repeating" the mistake because Jumping Foot is dead and that means that the assassin is not here to put down poisons. The Diplomat falls for it, hook, line, and sinker, tainting her food in between servings.

And when they do, Flow INSISTS that The Diplomat come, and have a bite with her.

She's got nine lives to spare now. She can give one up, just for the satisfaction of locking eyes with them as they both have a bite of the same poisoned food. The horror, the panic, in their expression is the most delicious thing Flow has ever tasted.

If seeing Mossfire's crown tangled with Jumping Foot's was like a stag who dies with antlers locked, then Flow dying next to The Diplomat, sticking around in StarClan to watch them damn them and send them to the Dark Forest, and then rise again to attend her Clan, this moment was like being a stag who outlives their foe and wears their skull as a second crown.

Long Live Flowerstar.

[muninnhuginn]

1. 8. 10. 17. 20. 24. (wow you can add colours to asks now??)

wow indeed. rainbow in my inbox....

Thanks for the asks! (They relate to this ask meme)

1. What is the first fandom you were ever a part of?

Artemis Fowl. This was back when I was idk 11 or 12 or so iirc? Back in the days where even ff.net seemed too big compared to my little corner

8. Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

Probably Beryl and Sapphire? It's a donghua based on a webcomic series and it basically involves these characters in various different AUs. There's no real connection between each AU so it's not some multiverse deal but it's a really cool vehicle for crossing between different genres and telling different stories where the only connection is the shared characters. The 'default' genre tends to be comedy which makes sense because most of the episodes are fairly short, but some of the longer episodes/arcs can be genuinely heartbreaking. Alas, the English fandom for it is non-existent as is the show's animation budget.

10. Fandom that you've spent the most money on?

Genuinely not sure of this. I'm not generally big on merch (I do have some fanart prints and zines but they're the exception rather than the rule) so it'd literally be whichever series I've bought the most of its official physical release for. Which off the head I'm not really sure of. Maaaaybe between Discworld and Ace Attorney, though I'm nowhere near sure of this (I think I got some offer or other on the latter and I know a load of the former are second-hand but at the same time there are so many books that-- okay idk)

17. Favorite blog(s) in your favorite fandom?

I don't think I have a fave fandom but I'll list a few blogs:

spiribia. was an utena blog back when I followed with great takes on the show (and specifically anthy). is currently into baru which I have not read but am enjoying getting osmosis'd by.

mira-likes. lots of juicy joy of life meta. or, well, that's what I've been reading.

shimamitsu. as you may guess by the name, has some incredibly solid skip and loafer takes. shima understander.

wondrousmay. manages to pull out a lot of good spy x family meta from the maintag as well as writing some too. the takes in the maintag itself can be very... hit and miss so sometimes I can't bring myself to go diving in there myself ngl

winepresswrath. okay, so not really as much mdzs nowadays but importantly filters out only the best jiang cheng takes (and a lot of fun general meta not even just limited to mdzs but good jiang cheng takes count for a lot, okay)

as you can tell, I have a tiny bias towards meta writers

also, link click fandom has a lot of solid fandom blogs in general but would take too long to narrow that down so

20. All-time favorite fanfic author?

um. I can't pick. I started writing out names then checking bookmarks then checking backlog when I was spamming friends and it's all too much, sorry 🫠

24. Funniest fandom-related story?

I think the line between funniest and most tragic is too thin for me to answer this.

[alyjojo]

November 😶‍🌫️ 2023 Monthly - Sagittarius

Whole of your energy: 6 Pentacles

The major arcana energy for this month is intense, you’re going through a major shift right now that ends with Wheel of Fortune, so it’s not ending at all. This could be a karmic situation, partly out of your control in some ways, but it’s up to you how you respond. Much of this seems to be a continuation from what’s already been going on, you’ve been toiling through something for AWHILE before someone steps in and offers assistance. Could be the actual government giving you a loan, could be a parent helping you out, there’s also a clear message of counseling and if that’s the case it’s you that’s deciding to take matters into your own hands, and seek help. You’ve come a long way, carrying a heavy load on your back, but you did it and you never gave up…even though you were probably tempted, more than once. Your flowers are coming 💐

For some of you, this can be you too, helping out someone that’s under a lot of stress and pressure, probably in the family. Also possible that someone in charge at work is intervening in a difficult situation you’ve had to deal with for who knows how long, and you could be the one instigating this, or flat out asking for help from someone with more…power or influence.

What’s going on in November:

The Emperor:

This feels like both you and someone else, because you are taking control of a situation, but this could be who or what this is regarding. A boss, father, the government, police, I’m getting something about a speeding ticket or a fine, something car related for someone. You’re being peaceful about the situation or person this involves, because you don’t have much of a choice, they could be helping you. There are issues here, conflicts, in the next row, it’s not all roses. But you’re trying to reconcile the differences you know exist in order to keep the peace of a situation. Or someone may be doing that with you. You & they just want everyone on the same page, working together, doing what needs to be done. Even if there are issues. This could be someone stepping in that is outside the actual issue, like a parent or boss, someone you can lean on and work together with. Or one of those ticket places that keep points off of your license. Or you are being that person, especially if you’re the one typically in charge of things, a parent, a boss, etc., you’re being the example to follow. It can simply show you’re having a conflict with someone you normally get on well with, and peace or equal exchange is the goal, you’re on top of it 💯

The Hierophant:

This is a mentor, the wise man, the religious leader, the “expert” in something. He can be the boss of your boss, “the institution” - like the City of XYZ where you’re in trouble, contracts & paperwork, corporate, the law as it exists. Could also be a marriage, or someone’s father even - their marriage, and conflict going on with that. This person is handling anger & conflict in a way that is productive, teaching a lesson of some kind. With Wheel of Fortune here, this is definitely a lesson, just whichever lane it applies to you/them in. Counseling is a very obvious interpretation, especially regarding conflict or anger issues, or this can be some kind of classes, learning, training. What’s that training you get when you’re inappropriate at work…sexual harassment, is there some other “official” name for that idk. I got goosebumps, that applies to someone. This can also be as simple as a teen that wants to drive and a parent that’s…patiently working on it with them, but someone has messed up here, or doesn’t want to listen and there are consequences to follow whatever that is. You being either one.

The Chariot:

This is one of two things, one is car related, transportation, and the laws surrounding this in some way. For most of you this is more ambition, the actions being taken, or the goal someone has that’s being held back or kept quiet. Someone is moving in a quiet way, possibly illegally, or they just haven’t been up front and honest with their intentions. Those involved know what’s right and wrong and choose to keep themselves “blind” to something, that’s what’s being addressed. Like using the teen story again, they should have a license and insurance before driving a car, but they’ve decided they’re going to do whatever tf they want and take the car for a spin. They get pulled over. Now they’re in trouble. It doesn’t have to be that specifically, but I’m definitely seeing natural (karmic) consequences to rules that are known, and people acting against that or not how they know they’re supposed to anyway, they have a Fool moment where they just do something and disregard what comes next.

4 Wands:

This may not be you in this situation, or even if it is, whatever you’re having to deal with, whatever consequences have been kicking your ass for awhile, or someone around you, it’s inevitably creating a much more stable relationship & situation for you. It’s working in your benefit, though it may have been a real thorn in your side for some time. Or your father’s, boss’s, spouse’s, could be any of them but it’s for the benefit of the whole and the long term. Someone was really immature when they acted, probably/hopefully before now, could be present too, but what comes of that is more stability for you, no matter how this resonates.

Wheel of Fortune:

Ruled by Jupiter and so also - you, this is the wheel of luck, fate, destiny, consequences and karma, there are big changes coming due to this experience. Probably for everyone involved. If it’s one member of the family, it’s affecting everyone, same for your company, or your marriage, brother, kid, neighbor, possibly the city itself, whatever. Whoever has taken impulsive and possibly destructive actions regrets having done so, or they will. 6 Wands following shows this can be overcome, it’s like a win for karma is what it feels like. This can show, say one person at work is kinda creepy or pervy, they fk up and then the rules are changed that people don’t get to sit at the same tables anymore. Loose interpretation. A whole team could be disciplined on some level, and it’s for the greatest good, but you could regret your involvement in this situation. Or someone else does, and that makes you feel good 👍

Wheel of Fortune and New Day both show that this month is not the end of the changes to come, but it is the end of some burden within it, and the very beginning of what’s to come, which feels very positive. New Day and 4 Wands show 11:11 which is manifesting your wish to come true, and Wheel of Fortune is bringing that in for you. Being Jupiter’s card, whichever house Jupiter is currently transiting for you could be what this is all regarding, or it’s playing a big role, especially for the risings.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Taurus, Sagittarius, Cancer, Aries, Aquarius & Leo

Oracles: ✨

11 New Day ☀️

A new day enables us to see in a brand new light. As can see more clearly once the shadows of fear and doubt are cleared away by the light of creation. Once the initial shock of discovering the duality in a situation has worn off, you can find comfort that there truly is no bad or good. It just is. When this is realized, the possibilities for the outcome of a situation become endless. This card also advises to wait. Everything regarding this situation has yet to unfold.

We enter into November as:

Lucy From Indigo 💟:

“I’m so glad you’re in my life.”

If this card has come to you, then you’ve been graced with a connection and you are most fortunate. One of the most valuable assets in our lives is friendship. This is a reminder to be grateful for the people in your life, this itself raises our vibration to a higher level. If you are unhappy in any relationships, Lucy is a reminder that it is always in our power to change it. Whatever lack you are feeling in your life, if you give that to others, you will receive the very thing you feel deprived of. The time is now to become what we want to become. If you are withholding from anyone it is you who will suffer the consequences. Be the example and live this day with gratitude. Kindness is contagious. In order to be who we want to be, we must simply be that person, there is no mystery to being a good person. Good people do good things.

What is to be learned in November:

Kelly the Green Dragon 🐉:

“The tempter is as guilty as the thief.”

When the need for something outweighs our desire to maintain integrity, we are out of balance. There are several factors to consider, first, are you being honest with yourself? Are you really giving everything you have to give in this situation, or are you just giving up? Are you expecting things to just come easily to you? Consider the motives behind greed, what has left you feeling cheated? Are you sure others let you down, or did you have a sense this was going to happen and ignored the signs? Have you mislead yourself? No matter where we are, we need friends. It could be time to cultivate some new friendships, things may be easier if you ask for help. Don’t be disappointed if it doesn’t come from where you want it to. Often, assistance comes from somewhere we least expect.

Green may be a lucky color 💚

[aromanticyaoi]

hello peer! i am here to use askbox for some other deed than asking

1. sorry if my directly referring to Rebecca as she/her has made you uncomfortable or something. i deleted that tag silently and i will pay more attention to the usage of pronoun

2. as i remembered there sure is a blog about translation that mentioned Rebecca considered themself they/them but is okay with any pronoun but i couldnt find it rn. im fully aware and support Rebecca as nb but i assume it's okay to use other pronouns

3. felt like notifing you that i seem to always drawing Rebecca in a more-feminine-than-official way (idk if you noticed it). very much hoping you don't mind that

that's all i want to say to you. sorry again for any unhappiness, if there is any. have a nice day!

hello there!!!

I don't know where to begin. i guess i am super surprised to get this ask, because i wasn't referring to anyone in particular when i made that post. whenever i post something i am usually just speaking out loud, sharing thoughts. for a while i wasn't even aware that my #peer mindhack tag is visible in the #mindhack tag. but when people I didn't know started liking my posts i realized "well then, i guess my brainrot was visible to everyone this whole time?". so I'M SO SORRY if you had to read any of that 🥲 ..

i am more careful with what i write in the tag now.

second of all, when i said "gendered words", i only referred to gendered nouns, i.e. words like girl/boy, woman/man, queen/king and so on. basically, nouns that have a gender connotation. pronouns can be completely separate from nouns for some people.

what I'm getting at, is that in that post i wanted to joke about the fact that even format was called a woman or a she (the japanese word can mean both depending on context) by the devs, but rebecca only got gender neutral nouns. i distinctly remember that before the dev blog confirming rebecca as nonbinary was released, there were no hints at her gender except her feminine name. that is so cool to me, because this means that she was nb from the start!! thus, for me personally, it feels wrong to use gendered nouns, considering even the devs avoided the usage of them (though i guess it's easier in japanese). everyone else is free to use whichever words they want! a lot of nb people would be fine with gendered nouns, i myself am fine with most of them. and to begin with, captain is a fictional character, so anyone is free to do/headcanon whatever they want.

by the way, that blog says "rebecca views herself as nonbinary she/they, but is fine with any pronoun". so using she is completely fine. i mean, even the characters in game use that pronoun, haha.

(and i am also aware that some cultures don't even have a developed concept of a third gender, and that not all fans will be able to recognize rebecca's identity in the first place, and it is not their fault because they didn't choose where they were born. imagine living in russia, couldn't be me am i right?)

I'm sorry for the misunderstanding... i really like your art when i see it on my timeline, and reading your thoughts. and knowing that there are other english-speaking fans is always nice. I don't mind the way you draw rebecca either, it's a nice stylization. you are not in the wrong in the slightest. i was moreso just speaking aloud, and i tried to explain my point of view in this reply.

it is true that i can sound aggressive or defensive when i talk about nonbinary fictional characters, so i understand if my posts sound like that. but i believe that my opinion, in the end, is just an opinion, even if i express it in a forceful way, and it shouldn't impact other people's way of living. do whatever you want, i will continue to like your art and posts either way. i hope you have a nice day too.

[lindwurmkai]

Tag Game to Better Know You

I was tagged by @bengesko :D

What book are you currently reading? I'm going through a "cannot read" phase again, but I suppose I was reading Acceptance by Jeff Vandermeer back in ... summer. 😳

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? The last time I went to the cinema was for The Last Jedi lmao. Even if there hadn't been a pandemic, I wouldn't have been able to go. 💁🏻‍♂️

What do you usually wear? When I go out, it's usually some combination of a t-shirt, a hoodie, a jacket on top if necessary, and pants chosen largely based on where I'm going (jeggings if I want to make a token effort at looking like my assigned gender, cargo pants or men's jeans if not). Last summer I discovered sporty short shorts and men's tank tops for myself.

At home it's just ... whichever of the clothes that are currently clean are most comfortable, honestly.

How tall are you? 173 cm, which I think is about one Oscar Isaac tall 5'8" to you Americans

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Cancer, and I just looked that up - oddly, the aforementioned Jeff Vandermeer shares my birthday! (different decade tho)

Do you go by your name or a nick-name? Currently I've settled on Ocean as my online alias and offline everyone calls me by my chosen name that I've yet to make official. One day!

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? Absolutely not, but I don't even remember any particular dream jobs from my childhood. All I know is that whatever I may have wanted to do, I am certainly not doing it 😅

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? In a queerplatonic relationship that I am very happy with! Also theoretically polyam, but it has been too long since I got to meet new people, much less any I liked...

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? I'll tell you what I'm bad at: answering questions like this off the top of my head. 😩 Good at ... intuitively understanding grammar, I guess?

Dogs or cats? Cats! Nothing against dogs, but they are not special to me the way cats are. Of course I am allergic to both,,,

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this last year? Well, I didn't finish anything because I never do, but I've been writing fanfic occasionally and did also make a few attempts at painting. Here's a line from my most recent WIP, free of context:

"Maybe he can endure a bit of mushiness in exchange for being free of this intolerable yearning."

What’s something you would like to create content for? Idk. Interpreting "content" very broadly, Love And Redemption fanfic and fanart? So if I could finish one of my WIPs, that'd be great. And I don't even know if I'm still physically capable of drawing (as opposed to making my usual abstract paintings, which is a very different process), but I'm tempted to fuck around and find out.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Unsurprisingly, Love And Redemption. I'm still on my Teng She and Qing Long bullshit ... 🐉❤️🐍

Also, *points at icon* that guy. Ying Kong Shi. I think of him every time I feel vaguely unhinged, which is several times a day usually

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this last year? My new primary care physician 😩

What’s a hidden talent of yours? As I jokingly said to my partner while puzzling over this question, I keep my talents out in the open. :P But, ok ... if I have a crush on you and find out you're categorically unavailable (aroace, not into my gender, monogamous and taken etc.), the crush will instantly evaporate. Is that a talent??

Are you religious? Sort of, uh, not anymore. Like, it's complicated and I mostly blame the plurality (headmates with spiritual beliefs having largely gone dormant), but I don't want to go into detail. It used to be more "eclectic spirituality" than "religion" in the organised sense, with a focus on Norse paganism - and I still believe in Wyrd a little, I guess.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Adequate health care 😔✌️

Tagging: @river-sludge @lyriumrain @egregiousderp @bloebb @miss-dansukker @macpye

[biggest-dickest]

Jaisin, stripping seductively : All I want for Christmas is you~

Latil : You're not a real consort, you don't need to sleep with me

Jaisin : 😦

[clemswinecorner]

“new girl” [joshua bassett]

i wrote this blurb a while ago but still thought i could post this idk, i don’t particularly like it but it’s not the worst

Pairing: joshua bassett x reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: You meet Joshua during the global pandemic at a blm protest and develop a great relationship. Joshua talks a bit about in an interview, which is super cute, and when you meet up later he asks you an important question

Words: 763

warnings: none i think

“So, we’re so excited about the new songs coming out, but what have you been up to besides that? Has quarantine been lonely, or have you been seeing a lot of friends?” The interviewer asks and Joshua smiles about this. “Well, i’ve been doing a lot of zoom calls with my fellow cast members and directors and friends from back home. There’s also this one girl I met during one of the Black Lives Matter protests and after having contact online we decided to meet up, outside with proper distance of course. So, we did that a couple of times and then we started hanging out more until at a certain point we were like, well, as we both don’t see any other people, maybe we could start hanging out and not keep the distance. To be clear, we obviously wouldn’t make this decision if it wasn’t responsible, but we don’t see anyone else and it was kind of getting lonely for both of us, so we decided to hang out like, ‘normal’ and we hang out almost every day now,” he says and a smile comes to his face, as he thinks about his girl, whom he just met. “Ah, so you’re being very responsible, that’s great to hear! So, this girl, is this like a new romance blooming maybe?” She asks and the singer debates what to answer. “It, ehm, it’s going good, she’s the most amazing girl and, you know i hope that when this is all over i can do a lot more fun things with her because we obviously met around like, a really weird time. I’m glad we met though, she’s kind of like the one good thing to come out of this you know,” he says and the interviewer aws. “That’s really cute. So what’s the name of this mystery girl? Do we know her?” She asks. “Also, if you don’t want to answer or if you want us not to post this part, just tell us and we can easily cut it out as we respect your privacy,” she says and he nods. “Thank you, that’s awesome, it’s okay tho. But ehm, you probably don’t know her and I don’t think she’s ready to reveal herself to like, the public and i’d like to keep some part of my life to myself as well. You’ll see her when we’re ready, and I hope that my fans will respect that,” he states and the interviewer smiles. “Of course, we completely understand that. I think I speak for everyone when I say that we’re happy you are, and we wish the best for the two of you.”

“I think I speak for everyone when I say that we’re happy you are, and we wish the best for the two of you.” You smile at what the boy has said about you in one of his recent interviews. The interviewer moves onto another subject and you watch the interview, falling for the boy on the screen once more. Just before the video is finished, you’re interrupted by your phone. Caller ID: Joshua💕 You pick up and are greeted by the angelic voice that belongs to the one and only Joshua Bassett. “Hey Y/N/N.” “Hey Joshy. Why’d you call?” “I, uh, wanted to ask you something. Can you come over soon? Or are you busy?” “Yeah I guess, I didn’t have anything better to do anyways. How late can I be there?” “Asap, i guess. I’ll see you soon, okay?” “Yeah, see you in 20.” “Bye Y/N/N.” “Bye Joshy.”

“What’d you want to ask?” You say as you get seated on the couch, your hands intertwined. He turns towards you and lets go to grab both of your hands. “Okay, so, I know it’s early and we’re not, like, official yet but I thought maybe we could just, like... I don’t know I just thought maybe you could like, start living here? I get it if it’s too fast i just though-” You interrupt him with a kiss. “I’d love to Josh,” You say, unaware it’s the first time you two kissed like that, because it felt so natural. “Did you just, like, what? Yes? That’s awesome. Great. I’m excited. Also, the kissing thing?” He says a little bit confused but still adorable as ever. “Yeah sorry about that...”  “Don’t worry about it. I kind of liked it. We should do that more often,” He says and your smile grows even wider and kiss him again. It was the start of something new, something that you knew would grow out to be some of the best times of your life.

[inexplicifics]

So I saw the ask about pre-grasses trainee portraits, and. What if this isn’t a new tradition? What if there’s some huge room in Kaer Morhen that no one can bring themselves to enter most of the time, just filled to the brim with row upon row of library-shelf-like-displays of portraits of cute little kids who died in the Grasses? They’re grouped by school and by training cohort, and maybe there’s a box under each group’s shelf that holds the pre-grasses portraits of whichever Witchers did survive the grasses, because visual records are a hell of a lot more useful for tracking certain genes and their effect on mutation-survival than names are when half the kids don’t even remember what their parents named them so they don’t have a true family name or place name through which ancestry and genetics can be linked, but if they have a well preserved face they can compare it to other people and possibly find living relatives from younger generations and just idk. That’s the Official explanation, or it was at first, maybe, because in order to justify doing something like that they’d need to have a practical reason/application even if the real reason is just “I realized yesterday that I can’t remember what my best friend who died next to me during the grasses looked like anymore, and I don’t want any of the kids I’m training to have to go through that”

Oh, interesting! And suitably painful, too!

[kirks-slutty-red-tights]

Name: Oliver and Danny, whichever you’re in the mood for

Pronouns: He/him

Star sign: Taurus

# of siblings: 3

# of pets and their names: I have two dogs, Maverick and Ginger, one tortoise, Éclair, one frog, Pacman, and five fish, Blurb, Jeff, Airsoft, Bing, and Budderball

Fandoms: Star Trek, It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia, Community, Re-animator, and Mythic Quest

Favorite color: pink!!💖

Favorite song: Sabotage by The Beastie Boys

Favorite author: bonechocolate (ao3 author) and @spocks-husband (ao3 author AND published author. absolute slay.)

Hobbies: aquariuming!! idk what its called. Reading, writing, gaming, drawing, painting, so many things!

Favorite fic type: i like when the space husbands fuck nasty style. i dont think this is a valid answer but its my answer.

Favorite holiday: valentines day because. im a hopeless romantic. axel, prepare yourself for valentines day because i WILL prepare the goofiest thing that is hopefully to your liking‼️

Do you have any partner(s)?: yes!!! axel my babydawg my goofy guy my silly pretty boy!! hi axel. im giving you a kiss rn. Gay style

Fun facts about you: my rib hurt

tags!! no pressure tho

@us-costco-official @iamthetruestrepairman @chaoticrsstuff @qwertyisqueen

I got bored so here's a little get-to-know-you tag game I think could be fun :3

Name(s)

Pronouns

Star sign

# of siblings & fun facts about them (if you have any)

# of pets & their names

Fandoms

Favorite color

Favorite song

Favorite author (of anything readable-- books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, whatever!)

Hobbies

Favorite fic type

Favorite holiday

Do you have any partner(s)? (romantic, qpp, anything!)

Fun facts about you / anything extra you wanna share!

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Name(s): Loki (highly preferred), Elye

Pronouns : they/them mostly, he/she okay too

Star sign: Pisces

# of siblings: I've got 2! An older sister and a younger sibling. The fun fact about them is that they're also both queer; in fact, my mom is too. The only non-queer person in my immediate family is my dad.

# of pets: 4 cats! Phoebe & Frankie are our girls, Lenny and Murray are our boys :3

Fandoms: MCU (kind of), BSD, OFMD, Ranboo (does his fanbase count as a fandom?)

Fav. color: Don't have one

Fav. song: Aurora Borealis by Lemon Demon

Fav. author: Alice Oseman

Hobbies: singing, acting, drawing, writing, procrastinating

Fav. fic type: Fluff, definitely. I am a sucker for well written coffee-shop and flower-shop aus, too. Smut's fine, but only if it's romantic. I can't do angst if there's no comfort.

Fav. Holiday: Hanukkah or Halloween! I love autumn and winter

Partners?: Yes! I have a girlfriend (queerplatonic) who I love very much, and a boyfriend (romantic) who I love very much :]

Fun facts:

- Even though I'm a cat person, I really, really want a dog.

- I actually used to play sports. Because I don't do gendered leagues anymore, I don't play, but I've been looking for mixed/gender-neutral/queer sports teams. Baseball and basketball specifically!

- I started questioning my identity in 2019; I'm no closer to finding a label now than I was then. The difference is, now I don't want a label. I just am. :]

tags: @neonganymede @cha0ticlesbian @x-chiara @exceleo @brinnybee @autistic-katara @gandalfthemorallygrey @ohboyanotherlokiblog @roachandrenfri @ourflagmeanslokius @exceleo @edettethegreat @swiftlyspidey

[silversatoru]

Hi, I just finished burdens and OML 🥺🥺🥺

May I request some sort of megumi x reader continuous where the reader ends up becoming a powerful sorcerer (or a cursed spirit👀 whichever you’d like tbh) megumi and the reader somehow cross paths again a little while after the break up and he witnesses her fighting for the first time? I just know that boy would fall in love all over again but she’s moved on and he feels guilty and just angst? And maybe fluff idk. I’m new to requests so I hope I did this right, thank you so much❤️❤️

burdens pt. 2

a/n: hello, part two of this not-so-lovely story is finally here. every single one of you is allowed one free punch to my face for taking so long to write it,,, i’m so sorry. this is its fourth rewrite and it got a little darker than expected but it’s finally done,, i hope you enjoy <3

fushiguro megumi x f!reader

synopsis: you finally see megumi again at the kyoto sister school goodwill event

tags/warnings: angst, some graphic depictions of violence, character death

word count: 3k

“Do you know how tired I am of watching the people I love die? Things would be so much easier for me if you just stayed the fuck away”.

Megumi’s bitter words were on repeat in your head — the harshness of his voice leaving a hollow feeling carved into your chest. Tear-stained cheeks and shaky breathes had become your new normal these past few days. Tight, sharp pains filled your empty stomach, waves of nausea coursing through your body.

You’ve had no motivation to get out of bed lately, nevermind to shower or cook yourself a proper meal — honestly, for all you cared you could rot away in your blanket filled bed. You checked your phone like a fiend too, thinking that eventually, a miraculous text from Megumi would appear and make everything better. It never did.

He’d completely ghosted you since that dreadful day, and that hurt more than anything. You’d held onto a sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't meant what he said. But as the days continued to pass, your hope quickly dwindled.

To say your current state was shameful was putting it lightly, and you were embarrassed at how poorly this was effecting you. You liked to think that you were strong, motivated, independent — that you didn't need some douchebag just to feel happy. But truth be told, breakups are fucking hard, and it's okay to not be okay for a while — or at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

So when you were trudging miserably down the street to your local convenience store and you saw a familiar pair of jujutsu sorcerers, you wanted desperately to sink into the ground. You made a quick turn to head to a different shop, but it was too late, you were spotted.

“y/n! hey!” Two lighthearted voices sang through the air, filling your ears and making your heart clench in your chest.

You turned around and anxiously approached them, your unkempt hair and baggy eyes sending looks of concern across their faces.

“Hey girl, you good?” Nobara shot you a sideways glance, Maki raising a suspicious eyebrow.

“Yeah, uh, ice cream,” You croaked, speaking for the first time in a couple days, “I’m here for ice cream, that’s all”.

“Yeah, but why do you look like a fucking zombie?” Maki pushed her eyeglasses further up her nose, her sharp eyes looking you up and down.

“Ah, he didn’t say anything to you guys, did he?” You shook your head, heavy eyes falling to ground as you refused to meet theirs.

“Don’t tell me…” Nobara’s face contorted, “Did he break up with you?”

You nodded, a pitiful chuckle falling from your lips, because if you didn’t laugh, you’d start sobbing right now.

Maki threw her arm around your shoulder, pulling you to her side and ushering you into the store, “It’s okay, men suck. Hang out with us today”.

Meanwhile, Nobara trailed quickly behind the two of you, anger seething from her teeth and steam practically billowing out of her ears.

“That fuckhead! I swear I’ll fuck his shit up big time, he won’t even know what fucking hit him. I knew that boy was stupid but shit, this is a whole new low for him! I-,” She continued to ramble and rant as Maki led you through the store, picking out drinks and snacks to help ease your pain.

The three of you ended up in a nearby park, sitting around a small picnic table and gorging on the massive array of snacks. Lighthearted conversation and lots of food make your chest ache a little less, and you even found yourself laughing and chatting as if things were normal. You’d told the two of them all about that day, about Megumi’s irrational words and his tragic breakdown that led to some kind of fucked-up break up sex.

“So, how are we gonna get back at him? Egg his car? Put bleach in his shampoo? Bugs in his food? God - it’s a shame his dad is dead because from the pictures I’ve seen that man was FINE and revenge sex—,”

“Nobara,” Maki shot her idiot girlfriend a dirty look, and the orange-haired girl quickly shut her mouth, “As much as I support any idea that revolves around ruining a man’s day, I don’t think revenge is the healthiest coping strategy here”.

You were tracing your eyes around Maki’s face as she spoke, and you found yourself carefully inspecting her purple glasses that rested softly on the bridge of her nose. And that’s when it clicked, the light bulb ignited in your head and you knew exactly what you wanted to do.

“Maki,” your voice was urgent, “You don’t have cursed energy, you can’t even see them without your glasses!”

Her face twisted and her nose scrunched, a look of distaste in her eyes, “I know?”

“So, you could teach me, right? You could help me learn how to use some cursed weapons?”

“Yeah! You have to Maki, then she can beat his ass with me,” Nobara chimed in.

“That’s not a bad idea actually,” Maki’s mouth formed an evil grin, “Could you imagine his face after watching you exorcise a curse?”

The three of your conversed for a bit longer, speculating and potting about training, weapons, and your very own pair of curse-seeing glasses. By the end of the night you had a plan, and a pretty good one if you say so yourself.

From that day on, teary eyes and achy hearts were a thing of the past, not because it was that easy to get over Megumi, but because Maki didn’t even allow you the time to feel dismal anymore. You met her everyday after classes without fail, and everyday she would train you until you thought your arms would fall off. After months and months of sore muscles, sweat, and the occasional injury, you were convinced that Maki was incapable of feeling pity or remorse for other living things. Every time you speculated about quitting, she’d set a fire under you, unafraid to remind you how weak you still were.

The green-haired sorcerer had ultimately decided that you worked best dual-armed -- a long, lightweight blade in each hand. On your final day of training, she officially gifted the two swords to you, as a “graduation” gift.

Skill-wise, you were by no means as incredible Maki, but you definitely held your own, and the progress you’d made in a mere 8 months was astronomical. They’d introduced you to a strange silver-haired man at some point, Gojo, who had taken not only an interest in you but also your plot against your ex-boyfriend. He cackled to himself when you told him why you were here, going on and on about how priceless Megumi’s face would be when he saw you.

Your appearance was highly anticipated, so why not debut at one of the biggest jujutsu events all year? The Kyoto Sister School Goodwill Event — Gojo thought it was the most perfect idea.

You tried hard to exude confidence as you walked at Nobara and Maki’s sides, but behind your arrogant facade your stomach was twisting itself into knots. Truthfully, you were scared to see Megumi again after so long.

And when your eyes met with his as you walked into the meeting room, you thought you just might pass out. You thought you were ready for this — but the look of complete shock, fear, and anger on his face as he looked you up and down almost made you regret all of it.

“What’s going on?” Megumi’s words were incredibly calculated, an edge on his voice.

His question was pointless, however, because judging by the fact that you were wearing a jujutsu tech uniform and had two swords sheathed at your sides could only mean one thing. Your hair was longer now too, and your frame was wider with an extra layer of muscle from all the training — you almost looked like a different person.

“I’ve been training with Maki, I-,” You spoke up to explain yourself, but you weren’t even granted the opportunity.

“No, no, Maki, what the hell did you do?” His eyes were shaky and laced with concern.

“I only did what she asked me to. I’m not the one who gave her a complex about being weak, you did that,” Maki shrugged, “and she’s not your girlfriend anymore dude, what do you care?”

Absolute confliction flashed through his eyes, uncertainty and madness swirling in his irises, “You’re right, I don’t care. Let me know when the event is starting”.

He took a sharp turn out of the room and let the door slam a little too hard behind him. The sound of his icey voice and the door shutting with unkind force was all too reminiscent of the night you broke up. Burying every emotion you had deep into your stomach you gave Maki a small, reassuring smile and plopped down on one of the couches.

“Alright, so when does this thing start?”

after the start of the event

Fighting the Kyoto students was proving to be much harder than you initially expected, but you were holding your own at Maki’s side. The two of you had easily taken down a small, kind, blue haired girl named Miwa, and now you were watching an emotional battle between Maki and her sister unfold.

Wait here, she’d told you, I want to do this one myself. Take some notes on my form and watch our backs, okay?

Okay, you’d said, a little confused but ultimately finding a nice spot up in a thick tree to carefully observe from. Maki was truly a force of nature, and it seemed like the other girl never actually had a chance of winning. It was honestly only a few minutes before the small black, haired girl was slumped against a tree and Maki was making her way back to you. Things were looking good, two of Kyoto’s student’s were down already and adrenaline was pumping through your veins.

You couldn't quite shake the awful feeling churning in your stomach though, and Megumi’s face was haunting your thoughts. You hadn’t seen him since before the event started, when an odd, pink haired boy jumped out of a box and freaked everyone out. Nobara had later explained who he was and what had happened, and you wondered how many awful surprises Gojo had planned today -- first you, then that.

A small rumble rippled under your feet, and Maki grabbed your arm as you watched a giant brown vine lurch it’s way out of the ground a few hundred yards in the distance.

“That technique doesn’t belong to anyone from Kyoto,” She shot you a look of concern and determination, “let’s go check it out”.

You gave her a firm nod, the two of you making your way towards the horrifying wooden vines. By the time you managed to arrive, Inumaki was already down and so was a dark-haired boy from Kyoto. A muscular, white curse with black markings and wooden branches for eyes was moments away from taking Megumi on all by himself — thank god you got here in time to help.

Megumi, however, was horrified when he saw you jump over the tall roofed building with Maki at your side. He’d just watched two incredible sorcerers get their shit rocked by this curse, there was no way you would stand a chance against this thing. But before he could even try to stop you, you and the green-haired sorcerer were flying through the air and taking shots at the curse. The two of you worked perfectly in sync, the months of daily training finally paying off.

He watched with intent glazed over his eyes, his heart threatening to lurch up his throat. You were a spectacle, and he always thought you were beautiful but seeing you now with dirt and blood stained clothes, cursed weapons gripped firmly in your hands, you truly were ethereal. He hated it though, he hated that he was falling in love with you all over again, especially under these circumstances. Guilt and anxiety was eating away at him — why did you have to get involved? Why couldn’t you have just stayed away like he told you to?

He was quick to join the two of you, sticking close to your side to protect you if need be — but, even with all three of you together the curse still had the upper hand. Maki had been swatted to the side, her back slamming hard against one of the tiled roofs and knocking her unconscious. It was down to just the two of you now, beads of sweat causing your hair to uncomfortably stick to the back of your neck. This was something that Maki’s training could have never prepared you for.

Megumi was getting tired, taking one wrong step and losing his footing momentarily. The curse saw this as a perfect window of opportunity, sending a spiral of vines and branches hurling for Megumi. It was fast, but the adrenaline coursing through you helped you to move faster, launching yourself through the air and intercepting the attack. The barky, wooden vines twisted violently through your stomach, shooting clean through your back and ripping a violent scream from your throat.

It hurt so bad, feeling the plant wriggle through your organs and tear you apart from the inside out. The curse retracted his vine a few moments later, leaving your mangled body to fall helplessly to the roof. Tears rippled from your eyes, your body shaking and seizing as you coughed up a few sprays of blood.

A long, strong pair of arms scooped you up instantaneously, and your head was resting against a firm chest — probably Megumi, but you didn’t quite have the energy to open your eyes to check.

“We’ll take it from here, get her to Ieiri!” You heard a pair of deep voices yelling to Megumi, but it was too foggy and far away for you to understand what they were saying.

Megumi was seething with anger, moving as fast as his feet could carry him and he ran through the school. As you waved in and out of consciousness, you batted open your eyes, stealing quick glances at his twisted features and — were those tears on his face?

“I- I’m sorry Megumi… I think I finally understand what you were so afraid of all this time,” Your voice was barely a croak, “when I saw it coming, I couldn’t stomach the thought of having to watch you die. I suddenly just thought I would do anything to keep you safe”.

Yeah, those were definitely tears, you could see them a little clearer now. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dried with salty streaks.

“You’re so thick-headed,” he mumbled, his grip around you tightening slightly as he picked up his pace, “I wish you would have made that realization before there was a giant hole in your stomach”.

“Me too,” You hummed, but you weren’t really in any pain anymore. The pain had subdued to a sweet warm sensation inside your stomach, and an intoxicating sleepiness was washing over your head, “I was angry for a long time, but I’m not mad at you anymore, Gumi. I hope you can forgive me too”.

You offered him a tiny smile, but the blood leaking from between you keeps made it anything but sweet.

“There’s nothing to forgive you for, you never did anything wrong,” He spoke quickly, his voice quiet and cracking.

“No, but we’re not gonna make it to Ieiri, I know that and so do you,” You fell into a violent fit of coughs again, sputtering red splatters all over the front of his uniform.

“Shut up”.

“It’s not your fault, none of it was ever your fault,” you choked out once the fit of coughs subsided — and you weren’t just talking about yourself, you were talking about all of the unfortunate tragedies he’d witnessed throughout this life.

“And you’re allowed to be selfish sometimes, you know? I hope that when you meet someone, your soulmate even, you can allow yourself to love them with every part of you”.

The words painfully left your lips, but you meant every single one of them. You were starting to realize that you and Megumi were never meant to make it to the end. You weren’t his soulmate, you were here to help him grow, so that when he did finally meet them he’d be ready.

“You deserve to be loved, Megumi,” You looked up at him with big eyes, but his face was starting to get really fuzzy now.

Your fingers were going numb and your mouth felt like it was filled with sand. You were so tired, letting your eyes flutter shut and your head rest softly against Megumi’s chest. You felt him stop running, you could even hear him screaming at you — but it was too far away for you to hear. You drifted closer and closer to eternal sleep, your soul swollen with love for the boy who broke your heart.

Megumi didn’t even feel sad when you stopped breathing in his arms — he just felt hollow. More empty and broken than he’d ever thought possible. You were the most incredible person he’d ever met — someone with extreme motivation, who acted with no fear or hesitation, who always had love to give, even when he didn’t deserve it. He’d never forget you, not for as long as he’d live anyway.

Even when he did meet a new girl a few years later — a compassionate, brave girl, who reminded him a lot of you — he wouldn’t forget. He wouldn’t forget your words and for the first time in his life he’d let his walls down for her. He’d allow himself to truly love, and be loved in return.

And maybe you were right, maybe he did deserve to be loved like this, because god, he finally feels whole again when she’s around. He just wishes you were still here so he could say thank you.

[yr-obedt-cicero]

hii! I was wondering for a fanfic idea, do you think that the hamilton's kids would have gotten along with john laurens had he lived longer? idk you seem to be a expert on them and stuff so I thought you would be best to ask! love your research btw!!

-✒️

Aw, thanks so much, I'm flattered! But I have to beg you please don't call me a expert. I'm not, like at all. I'm just a teen on the internet doing this for fun.

As for your actual question:

Short answer: I don't see why not. Really anyone close with Hamilton was decently close with his kids, Ex: the Washington's, Troup, McHenry, etc. And he had plenty of younger siblings, two of which he looked after while in Geneva, so I don't see him not liking kids. Though as you've already mentioned, he died before seeing any of them, so the only thing we have to him actually acknowledging Hamilton's family is that one letter of him being salty Hamilton was spending "so much" time with newborn Philip. Other than that, it's left up to the imagination.

Long answer: personally, I can see many of them liking him as well (Please I'm basing this off my research not the official accounts don't hurt me). Philip was known for being fractious and rebellious, so I can see him and Laurens sharing that same stubbornness and recklessness (Plus I'm sure he'd enjoy the war stories of his dad). Angelica was fond of birds, as was Laurens, so nature as I see it. And others, like James would have probably admired Laurens for his military bravery. I cannot say there is many similarities with the others, but that definitely doesn't diminish any bond they could have formed. I'm just giving content ideas based on what I know really.

The only one I can see not really liking him, would be John Church. And even that I'm hesitant to say. Church is complicated because while he clearly held disgust against the letters between Laurens and Hamilton (If you didn't know, he made the famous fruity scratch out and wrote "I must not publish this.") He didn't seem to hold any anger against either of them for it actually. Even after learning of their love, and even being the one to have the library of his father's correspondence at his disposal, Church continued to respect his father and only write of praise (Although he probably could have just played off their affections as "friendship" or "just a sex thing because there was no woman." Gotta think of the homophobic time period). He clearly didn't hold any resentment towards Laurens either because he even named one of his sons after Laurens. So yeah, I don't think Church would dislike him either.

I guess you could bring up that half of Hamilton's sons got into law and so did Laurens, but then again, Laurens preferred medicine (If it wasn't for his shitty dad). Generally, I'm stuck between wether Laurens would love the children because they're the children of his lover, or if their very existence would be a painful reminder that Hamilton has a family without him in it (Take the latter with a grain of salt because that's just an idea from the previously mentioned letter in the beginning. But really that was just once.)

Whichever you wish to follow, is up to you my guy. These are all just headcannons based on what I know. We can't really say with certainty how Laurens would be with children because he never had the chance to be a father himself. All we have is his siblings: which if he treated all children that way, then yeah I'd consider him good with kids. He helped tutor his siblings, helped his younger brother find schools, and as previously mentioned, literally watched over them while in Europe. So as far as I can tell, his experience with kids is good, since it would be unfair to bring up Frances.

Hoped this help! I'd love it if you could send me the link to the fanfiction when it's done!

[shoichee]

Rose-Tinted

Craving for angst with kise please!! Like both are afraid to act on their feelings which ends up hurting the both of them unconsciously. Idk, maybe kise is trying to “test” the girl, but went a bit too far i guess. Whatever floats your boat!! I just want angst but maybe hopefully still HEA in the end (or whichever your muse takes you) ;-; thank youu ❤️

Kise x Reader

Word Count: 6975

Note: oh my GOD, HELP THIS WAS 17 PAGES ON MY GOOGLE DOC I COULDNT STOP MYSELF………. angst, happy ending, fake dating!au, mean old kise ….. girl idk WHAT I WROTE I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT ????? reader POV first half and kise POV second half~

@knb-kreations

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He holds you so gently, the touch so feather-light as he cradles your head and dips his own head in for a soft peck. The warmth of his lips makes you feel things you shouldn’t feel, things that you still chased for more in a never-ending cycle. You hold onto his hands thumbing your temples to try to anchor yourself further into the bliss, but it ends all too soon when he separates from you and gives you a radiant smile.

You were rudely pulled out of your rose-tinted trance when you heard gasps and chatter amongst the gawking students nearby, particularly Kise’s fans. He doesn’t pay any mind to their reactions and turns his friendly demeanor towards them.

“So you see everyone,” he cheerfully says. “I’m sorry I can’t accept any of your affections, as much as it flatters me so… after all, I have my dear (y/n)-cchi by my side!”

Groans and cries rung throughout the campus as most wail about missing out the opportunity to be Kise’s romantic partner, but before you can listen to their laments, Kise hurriedly tugs you away to the privacy of the back of a building nearby, away from prying eyes and ears. He drops your wrist just as fast and yawns with a stretch.

“What time should we meet up tomorrow?” he casually says, taking out his phone from his pocket.

“Huh?”

“Well, we can’t exactly sell our image of us being a couple unless we walk to and from school together consistently, right (y/n)?”

The rose-tinted lenses on your self-indulgent fantasy shatters to the ground instantly. You gulp, the swallowed spit hitting down to your stomach in heavy dread, where it was previously occupied by fluttering butterflies just moments prior.

This isn’t real.

“Ah… um,” you hesitated, thinking of a reasonable time, so you can wake up and get ready accordingly. “How about this time…”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he replies, shutting off his phone before he walks a few steps away from you but then stopping. “Huh, uh… should I walk you home first? There might be some nosy people around, and we might as well get some practice in as an official couple.”

“W-Why don’t we start tomorrow morning instead?” you suggest. “A lot’s happened today, and well, I wanna have some time to myself.” Kise impassively stares at you for a couple of seconds before he forms a grin.

“Ah ha, well then, (y/n)-cchi,” he shouts jovially, making sure that his voice rang throughout the area for anyone nearby to hear. “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow morning, my love!”

“Y-Yeah…” you mumbled, your hand held up in a half-hearted wave. “See you…”

With that parting, you turned to the opposite direction to exit through the side gates to get to your home. Your mind scrambles to recall the impulsive decisions you decided to take on a whim today. The grip on your bag tightens as you finally realized what sort of situation you got yourself into.

You like Kise, plain and simple. You’ve always gazed longingly at him whenever his presence entered within your line of vision. You couldn’t even fault his fans for being so whipped for the basketball player in the first place, not when you felt like you were more enthralled by him than anyone else. So what does a love-stricken fool like you do when the source of attraction directly asks you to partake in a “relationship?” You immediately accept his conditional proposal on auto-pilot before he barely finishes his sentence.

It felt so wrong, yet so right. How can you hate this arrangement when you enjoyed that first kiss you shared with Kise earlier? But how can you love this arrangement when you knew Kise only kissed you to drive everyone off? You stopped on the sidewalk and heaved a huge exhale, and you continued to walk again, the action not even remotely able to clear your head. Your mind continues to swirl and race.

You agreed to this. He even laid out his intentions very clearly to you, and he was more than ready to leave you alone if you didn’t consent to this. But stupid, desperate you did. You were ashamed to feel even a shred of flattery when he told you that you were the only one he can ask to drive off his fans in this only effective method: a relationship.

“Why me?” you said, looking up at his casual posture. “Don’t you have someone you like to ask to be in a relationship? I’m sure they’d be more than happy to accept you…”

“Well,” he mumbled. “I don’t really have someone in mind… you’re kinda the only one who doesn’t drool over me whenever I’m near, and I just ought to ask for your help.”

“W-Well,” you slightly stammered. “I’m okay with helping you, right, so…”

“This isn’t something to accept so readily, you know,” he said, raising a brow. “I know this is super sudden, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to force an answer out of you right at this moment. Besides, I don’t think there’s any incentive for you to be in this either? It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“N-No!” you interrupted, but you coughed to regain your composure. “I mean, I do have something in this… maybe if I got with you, people would stop trying to harass and tease me if I had someone like you by my side.” That was a half-truth, but you knew there was no way you could reveal your crush to him… not when he believed you were “different” from the others. But can anyone blame you for sticking up for Kise when someone was talking about him like a piece of meat rather than a normal person? “Besides, for you to get to this point, things must’ve gotten too chaotic to simply tell them to stop, right?”

“Huh… is that so,” he said, stretching his neck, but you didn’t know whether or not he intentionally ignored your last question. “Well, if you’re fine with this, I’m letting you know now that we’ll be doing actual couple stuff, like…” He pauses for a second to gauge your reaction. “Hugging, hand-holding… probably kissing too…”

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded. “That’s fine with me! And we’ll have a code word in case either of us overstep our boundaries in any way… maybe…”

“Unagi,” he said.

“Huh? Why?”

“Because they’re the bane of evil…”

“It’s just a dish, but…” you laughed, giddy at how he already showed a different side to you apart from his cool persona. “Alright, let’s go with that.”

How long were you able to keep this up? You pat yourself on the cheeks to dismiss the rest of your fantasies. If you keep this up, Kise will soon notice how you actually were head-over-heels for him all this time, and surely you’ll lose any future chance with him. Besides, maybe you can use this unique arrangement to learn about Kise and his hobbies other than basketball. Yes, you tell yourself, jogging the rest of the way home. It won’t be so bad, after all.

———

Starting today, you’ll be officially dating Kise.

That’s how it is on paper, anyways.

How are you supposed to act while dating the Kise Ryōta? Equally cool and flamboyant? Athletically capable? Would you weird out Kise if you were the one initiating physical affection?

“(y/n)!”

You flinch, not expecting anyone to call for you so early in the morning, and your walking route to school was never shared with another student as far as you were concerned. After all, your path was a little more obscured and unorthodox compared to the majority of students traversing the main neighborhood paths.

“Sorry… did I scare you?” You stop and turn to the source of the voice, only to be surprised when you see Kise himself. “Why do you look so surprised? Didn’t we agree on the time to meet up and walk to school together?”

“Oh… yeah…” In the midst of your thoughts, it seems that you forgot the arrangements you made with him yesterday evening. “My bad?”

“Oh, come on,” he gives a mock-hurt face with a hand to his chest. “Am I that forgettable, (y/n)?”

“N-No!” you immediately deny. You knew it was more like the other way around, the way constant thoughts of Kise preoccupy in your head too much. How can you ever forget him when he constantly runs through your mind everyday for so long? Kise merely gives a good-natured sigh before he changes the subject.

“Kidding,” he says, holding out a hand to you. “Seriously though, get your act together. We gotta start acting the part if we want this to work.” You stare at his hand, hesitating for a split moment before you put your own hand on top. His large hand easily encompasses yours, and the warmth makes you widen your eyes. It… felt nice.

You were so entranced by your linked hands that you failed to notice how Kise was staring at your face with a sharp glint in his eyes, but when you look up back to his face, he easily morphs his expression into his signature grin. He swings your hands around like an excited kid and turns to walk ahead to tug you along.

“Alrighty!~ Let’s hurry together before I get chewed out by Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Kise, have you ever considered that it’s not really your tardiness that gets the captain mad but more so about the way you seem to irritate him with the way you skip around?”

“(y/n),” he says with a pout, “you know you’re not being convincing when you use my last name to address me as your boyfriend.”

“R-Right,” you stammer, still not used to the entire situation. “Ah… wait. Don’t you uh… call people who are close to you with -cchi?”

“Huh…” he mumbles, looking up at the cloudy sky before looking ahead of the path. “Not necessarily people who are close, just people who I really admire. I guess I addressed you like that yesterday without really thinking.”

“U-Uh, right… sorry.” He stops walking with your hand still in tow, and you almost bumped into his back at his sudden movement. He turns to you with a quite serious look.

“Do you want me to call you that?”

It was a normal question, but for some reason it felt like the next sentence coming from your mouth would make a huge impact on the way the two of you would interact in the future. From the way Kise looks at you with such a scrutinizing gaze, it feels like a trick question, and you’re not sure how to answer it. Your mouth goes dry when you try to reply.

“I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Kise’s eyes widen a fraction before he gives an unexpected chortle. “Pfft… how do you not know what you want to be addressed as?”

“Arrgh, oh shut it!” you frown, hitting his arm in a fluster before stalking off ahead. You remember that you were supposed to go to school together, and you begrudgingly stop and turn back to wait for him to catch up. “Ryōta, just call me whatever you want. You’re already calling me by my first name, so I doubt anyone would care if you added -cchi or not.” Still, your cheeks turn pink at the realization that Kise would be uttering your first name for the next couple… whenever this relationship will last.

“You… wait up!” Kise wheezes dramatically, despite the both of you knowing full well how easily he can catch up to your stride. “You really shouldn’t be treating your boyfriend like that! Especially on the first day!” Kise holds your hand again to lead you to the rest of the way to school.

All the while, you’ve been staring at his back, your heartstrings being tugged so mercilessly at the cacophony of emotions you were feeling the whole time. He felt so warm, so inviting, but the way he held your hands felt cold and transactional.

———

You’re not sure how to react whenever Kise introduced himself as your “boyfriend” to everyone or whenever nosy students inquired about your new “boyfriend.” All you could do was gulp and manage the most convincing act you could do within different contexts. Smile, laugh, get bashful, be modest in talking about how Kise managed to “like” you, pretend you know many embarrassing stories and sides to him that no one else did. Truthfully, you were just as in the dark as anybody else.

You think the only reason why everyone bought the couple-act was due to how enamored you were in talking about him. This was the only response you could be truthful about. At least you could use your huge crush to your advantage in portraying yourself as the “lovey-dovey” half of the couple. Yet it feels unbelievably wrong.

You knew you had to prepare yourself some preset answers for curious students, but you didn’t expect yourself to be participating in neverending “interviews” in these social settings. You thought this relationship would entail a closer access to Kise’s true self, but things suggest otherwise.

“Ryōta,” you say, peering up at his face as the both of you walk down the hallway to your designated spot for lunch together. Even as you two walk, he puts a reasonable distance between the two of you when there is no one in close proximity. Even when you two are together, he only grabs your hand when it’s socially convenient. Even when Kise approaches you to talk, you know it’s never anything beyond for the sake of acting. And you agreed to this entire thing.

“Hm?” He spares a glance to your figure before returning his gaze ahead.

“Uh, I brought extra food today,” you say, trying to use this situation to try to express your genuine feelings to him in small increments. “I brought an extra bento box too… in case, you don’t wanna actually share one…” He was about to reply before a pair of students turned around the corner to head towards your direction. Kise narrows his eyes at the unexpected turn of events, and immediately turns to you brightly.

“(y/n)! You really thought that I wouldn’t like the idea?” he pouts. “Of course I wanna share a bento with you! Silly…” He slightly bends to your level to place a chaste peck on your forehead.

“Ah…” you freeze at his soft touch, your legs stiff in place as you stop walking. Kise, in response, moves his lips to your ears, and you slightly shiver at the unexpected intimacy… it was the closest he’s gotten to you ever since that public stunt when he kissed you in front of everyone the other day.

“Hey, don’t just stand there… you can’t overreact like this over something couples do everyday.” You bit your lip in an attempt to stop your heart from sinking from disappointment, but in turning your face to him to spill an apology, your face ended up right in front of his. Your eyes widen but he only stares at you with such an intensity that makes you hold your breath in anticipation.

But he immediately draws away and stretches with a yawn. “Looks like those people left right after they thought they intruded on a private moment between us,” he says. “Sheesh, people really do the most to be so nosy nowadays.” You wonder how he can be so casual about this all. Perhaps it was a mistake to be here like this when you were so in love with him, overthinking every single thing he did.

Why didn’t he kiss you this time? Did he not find you the teensiest attractive enough to want to kiss you even without an audience nearby?

“Come on,” he mumbles, waving a hand through your face. “Quit making that face. I won’t be doing that to you without warning anytime soon. My bad, okay?” Kise sheepishly holds out a hand for a handshake to make peace, and you wordlessly take his hand. One day, you’ll stop being his special someone to savor his warmth…

No, you thought, you’re an idiot… he’s never considered you as someone special.

You debated in telling him that you were fine with him kissing you, but you hold your tongue, afraid that he’ll realize your true feelings about him. Besides, were you really okay with him kissing you when he didn’t reciprocate the same feelings?

“It… wasn’t like what you think,” you hesitate. “It just caught me off guard.”

“Well,” he laughs. “That’s a relief! By the way…” He stops to settle himself on the bench. “What’s exactly your lunch? Since you went through the effort to bring extras, I guess I’ll eat them.”

“I packed salmon from leftovers I had from home,” you reply, taking out your bento box and utensils. You decide to shake off your negative thoughts and shove them to the back of your mind. He makes a horrified face at the lunchbox. “Kise, what’s wrong?”

“Do you… happen to have anything else packed?”

“Rice?”

“Well,” he coughs. “I’m not a fan of dishes with boned fish.”

“Didn’t you say you hated unagi too?” Kise shyly averts his gaze before he reluctantly confirms it so. “They’re delicious though! Especially when they’re grilled!” At first, he refused to answer, but the more you tried to poke and prod (literally too, at his ribs), he finally gave in.

“Alright, alright! But I swear, you better not tell anyone!… I choked on a fish bone one time…”

“… And?”

“And yeah.”

“You choked on a bone once and you got scared out of eating fish—”

“Shhhh!” he hushes, emphasizing his hiss with a finger to his lips. At this very moment, you saw a glimpse into who Kise really is, and you can’t help but bust out a genuine, carefree laugh for the first time in front of him. In embarrassment, he bonks your head with his fist to get you to stop laughing, but it only makes you more conscious of how close he is to you.

But just as quickly and telepathically, Kise puts some distance between the two of you, sitting closer to the edge of the bench. He opts to hunch over casually and keenly watch you scarf down your meal in minutes without a care.

You wonder if you should feel guilty for enjoying this moment with Kise, even if he was only waiting with you out of obligation of being your “boyfriend,” but right now, you allowed yourself to indulge, letting your heart beat sporadically without guilt and fear for once. You continue to savor your lunch in silence, concentrating on munching around the fish bones, while Kise sat in contemplation all the while.

———

���You should come watch our practice game today, (y/n).”

“Eh?”

You tilt your head at him in confusion. It’s been two weeks since you started this arrangement with him, but nothing extraordinary or groundbreaking happened between the two of you, much to your despondency. But you knew, you shouldn’t be asking for too much when you already have the once-in-a-lifetime chance to be close to him like this.

“There’s going to be a lot of people coming,” he explains. “Even if it’s just a practice game… it’d be weird if you weren’t there, because, you know, we’re dating.”

“I don’t mind going,” you reply. “It sounds fun.”

“You know, you’ve been agreeing to everything I’ve been suggesting the entire time,” he mumbles to himself, but he zips his mouth shut when he sees you instinctively moving closer to try to catch what he said. “Uh, in any case… just stop by the gym whenever you can.”

So here you are a few hours later, being the first person to settle yourself on top of the 2nd floor of the gym. You rest your arms on the railway, fascinated by the Kaijō basketball team and their skills. As they warm up on the courts, it’s the first time you see Kise truly at ease and happy with the people he cares about, and your heart pangs in jealousy seeing his genuine smile. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you realized the gym became completely crowded, the constant chattering announcing huge crowds along the entrance and the lucky watchers at the 2nd floor with you.

You didn’t mind the onlookers when all you were focused on was Kise throughout the entire game with a smitten look, and you weren’t surprised when his team easily won against the other local school.

“That’s Kise isn’t it?” You were about to turn to leave the higher floor to wait outside the gym when you heard his name. You stop to eavesdrop on the conversation next to you.

“Yeah, I’ve been hearing about him way too much. Something about him dating now?”

“He’s dating (l/n) right now, which is super weird because they never even talked… and all of the sudden, they’re dating? I didn’t think of him to be into short-term flings.”

“You think he’s using (l/n) in some way? What an asshole.”

“Yikes. You’re probably not even that far off the bulls-eye. He’s a really heartless guy, from what I’ve heard.”

“Hey,” you interrupt, scaring the two girls out of their wits before they turn to you. “I don’t think you should talk about Kise like that when all you know of him is through speculation.”

“Ugh, here we go again with his fans…” one of them groans, rolling her eyes. “Look, I get it, he’s good-looking and all, but I don’t understand how you can defend him to death when he doesn’t even spare a glance at you… ah… shit, you’re (l/n)?” A flash of hurt was visible on your face for a split second before you frowned. Their words unintentionally hit the nail in the coffin.

“Whether I’m (l/n) or not doesn’t really matter,” you say angrily. “Gossiping about anyone like that isn’t something you should make a habit out of.”

“Jeez, let’s just leave,” the other girl whispers, dragging the first girl along.

You simply stand there watching them leave, but you can’t shake off what they said. They were right… how could you be so whipped for him when you know he’ll never see you the same way?

“Oy!”

Kise’s voice brings you back to your consciousness as he waves at you from the court. “You’ve been standing there for a while! Hurry up, or I’ll leave you behind, (y/n)-cchi!”

“Coming!” You race from the 2nd floor to the ground level to catch up to him, your heart pounding all the while. Did he… did he just…?

You shake your head before you reunite with him to walk home together. Stop it… don’t overthink it.

———

Kise waits at his usual spot to wait for you before walking to school together. It’s been three weeks since he’s approached you to “date.” He’s grown quite comfortable with this arrangement, being close to you and backing off when it’s convenient. After all, if you somehow showed a gruesome true self of yours, he’d be able to separate himself from you with no consequences… even if his heart would cry out not to.

“Ryōta!” There you are, running down the path towards him so cheerfully. Could you really be an awful person when you have such a pure smile like that?

“Ah, (y/n)-cchi,” he says. “We should hurry if we wanna be inside campus. It’s a little chilly today, so being indoors sounds really nice right now.” He peers over to your face to see your nose slightly red from the cold, and he huffs out a chuckle, noting the warm puff of air escaping from his own lips.

“I guess it’s a little cold today,” you say, looking up at Kise with a slight childish wonder. “Hey, that’s a pretty cool cloud that you puffed out.”

“You have some clouds around you too.” He gently smiles, and he notes that your eyes widen at the sight of him. “Wha? Is my face that horrific, (y/n)-cchi?” You avert your gaze as your cheeks grow just as red as your nose.

“Nah… i-it’s nothing…ah—” He holds your cheeks to turn your face back to him, and he draws near with a serious gaze, bumping his forehead against yours.

“You’re actually really cold…”

“Uh, um… I don’t think I’m c-cold anymore—” you stammer, your eyes darting to look everywhere but his face, and Kise’s eyes only scrutinize your behavior further.

“Hm, if you say so…” he mumbles. Your eyes flutter close at the anticipation, and he feels the pull towards your lips, closing his own lids shut…

Wait, what was he thinking? He snaps his lids open and slightly draws himself away to look at you, still vulnerable with your closed eyes. It’s only when he drops his hands from your cheeks and turns to walk ahead when you flutter your eyes open again. Don’t let your feelings for (y/n) blind you into figuring out who they really are.

“Come on,” Kise calls out to you. “We should get going… we don’t wanna be late.” Besides, what if there’s a possibility that you don’t really like him at all?

“Y-Yeah…”

The rest of the walk was in silence, with Kise slightly ahead of you. Perhaps if he turned around at least once to check on you, he would’ve seen the consequences of his actions.

You were silently crying the entire walk.

———

Nothing seems to change much for the entire month. The way the two of you dance and sway around each other, while never being too close, never being too affectionate, never being completely honest. In this shared rose-tinted world, the frail glass that holds these moments together threatens to break with every fickle interaction. Every shared kiss constitutes another small crack to the rose-tinted crystal.

And both of you are content with just the way things are.

Or that’s what you both mutter to yourselves like a mantra.

“Ryōta!” you call out to him. “Did you wait long?”

“Not really,” he says. “I just barely got out too… the teacher was really lenient on dismissal today, actually.” His heart swells at the sight of you as usual, but just as quickly, he’s always managed to quash his emotions in check.

For the first time, you initiate physical touch with him without hesitation, linking your hands with his and snuggling up to him. He flinches, not fast enough to process the sudden warmth of your body, and he immediately separates himself from you. Do you actually like him after all?… No, something is up, right?

“Ryōta…?” You flinch just as severely from the sudden reaction, and he turns to avoid looking at your face, knowing that his resolve would crumble right in front of you. He’s a coward, and he fucking knows it.

“S-Sorry, (y/n)-cchi! I don’t know what came over me like that, but you know you don’t have to force yourself to do things like that, right? There’s no one here, so let’s just walk home together like we always do, yeah?”

He turns to already walk ahead, too afraid of hearing your response and hoping you would follow and catch up to him… like you always do.

You simply stood there for a few moments, anguish clear as the sky above you as you keep telling yourself to manage your own expectations. Still, your voice croaks out quietly to respond to him, even if you knew he wasn’t going to hear it.

“… But I wanted to do these things with you, Ryōta.”

———

It’s been several days since that incident.

It was very awkward for the most part, the walks to and from school silent and suffocating. He’s not quite sure how to go about it while trying not to sound disingenuous about it. Nonetheless, even through his quiet apology, your face still lights up, and he’s confused about why you would ever be so forgiving of him.

Although today, lines have been crossed and this shared secretive world between the two of you have completely shattered to the point of no return.

It was quite a blur, an instinct that Kise has developed over the course of this relationship. Every time a group of students drew near, he was always ready to tug you close for a kiss until they left and carry on with their day. Today was usually no exception.

Another group of students was hanging around the corner, presumably spying on you two, and Kise did what he’s always done, grabbing your hand and embracing you for a kiss. Your eyes were blown open in surprise, but when you saw Kise’s eyes elsewhere, something finally snapped inside.

You push him away at his chest.

“U-Unagi… unagi…” Your voice trembles, and you use your arms to cover up the fresh tears. The code word sounds unbelievably stupid out of context, but at this moment, the word alone stabs Kise in his chest. “I-I… just stop… please.” Kise stares dumbly at you, processing the fact that you just used the agreed safe word against him.

“… (y/n)-cchi?” Kise asks with a confused smile. “You’ve never objected to kissing before… I’ve even told you what we’ll be doing if you agreed to this…?”

“How…” you choke on tears. “H-How can you kiss me like that while your eyes are on someone else…?”

“I don’t understand—”

“A-Am I that atrocious to kiss unless you stare at something else or there’s some convenience?”

“I don’t get it, (y/n)-cchi,” he frowns. “Did you expect more out of this or am I missing something?”

“There was no reason to kiss me like that,” you softly wail. “Everyone already knows we’re a thing for… o-over a month now. There’s no reason to kiss me around people anymore when they won’t suspect us anyways…”

“So you don’t want me to kiss you anymore?” Kise’s heart sinks in thinking about where this is going.

“No!—you don’t… you don’t fucking get it! I don’t get it—! Why are we doing this anymore—I just, I see no reason to continue this anymore… you already shooed off your fans, right? Why haven’t you ended this?!”

“(y/n)-cchi—I…” He reaches out for you, but you immediately recoil.

“No—please… no more, I can’t do this anymore!” you sniffle. “I can’t fucking do this… I’m done, I’m tired—please… just look for another person to take my place… I… I’m done—I can’t pretend with you anymore when I always expect more out of it like a love-stricken fool!”

“I…”

“Look—see,” you choke. “I’m just like everyone else who’s in love with you, I’m no different than everyone else R-Ryōta… so that’s why, I-I… can’t do this anymore!”

Kise stands there, staring at you running away from him. It was like everything had gone silent, save for the sound of his blood pounding in his ears.

“You think he’s using (l/n) in some way? What an asshole.”

“Yikes. You’re probably not even that far off the bulls-eye. He’s a really heartless guy, from what I’ve heard.”

He hated rumors, he really did… but for the first time, he feels like he deserves every word thrown at him around the hallways and classrooms. His memory flits to the time when he felt warm from seeing you standing up for him, even if he wasn’t bothered by them before. Now, the warmth is replaced by agonizing regret and guilt wracking through his entire body. His hands feel cold with you gone from his side.

What has he done?

———

He’s grown quiet for the next week.

It’s been a week since you ran from him, and it’s been a week since he last talked to you.

Even his teammates were concerned about his reserved behavior, but just as always, he’s managed to shoot them a convincing smile. Kasamatsu was more persistent about this but eventually dropped it seeing Kise’s refusal to talk about it.

That day when you pushed him away, he couldn’t sleep, his thoughts keeping him awake the entire night. He resolved himself to talk to you the next day… but he changed his mind the last minute… and then he told himself he’d do it the next day… and then he changed his mind again.

He tells himself that it’s because you rightfully hate him, with the way you’d surround yourself with other crowds and groups to prevent him from walking up to you when you were alone. He tells himself that it’s because both you and him needed space to cool off and go back to the way you two were. He refuses to tell himself that it’s because he’s an honest-to-god coward.

He misses you. He misses you damn badly. Why the fuck did he go through such lengths instead of confessing to you straight up? He tells himself that he was being cautious. He tells himself that he doesn’t want his heart to be broken again. He refuses to conclude that it’s because he’s a fucking coward.

“I don’t know what’s been on your mind, idiot,” Kasamatsu says. “But you better solve this yourself quickly if you’re not opening up to me about this. We can’t have your performance quality be dropping even in practice. Hurry up and fix this shit with (l/n)-san already.”

“H-How’d you know?!” Kise raises his head from his desk in astonishment.

“Tch, idiot,” he glowers, chopping Kise’s head with a swift hand. “It’s too obvious from the way you’re moping around… from the way you two stuck together all this time, who wouldn’t notice something happened from the way you’re at your desk watching (l/n)-san like that?”

“O-Ow…” Kise grumbles rubbing his head. Ironically, his captain’s hit cleared up his doubts and he took a deep breath before exhaling. “Got it, senpai.”

“You better.” Kasamatsu goes back to talking to his classmates during break, and even despite not knowing the truth of the relationship, he manages to give solid advice as usual.

Tomorrow. He’ll find you tomorrow.

———

He doesn’t know where else to find you alone other than the place he’s always waited for you before you two used to walk to school together. So he stands there, almost an hour earlier in case you had the idea to walk to school extremely early to avoid him at all costs.

He was right.

Here you are, shuffling your feet as you trudged yourself along the path and looking down at your feet. You even manage to walk past by him without noticing his presence.

Even if you’ve grown to hate him, he’s willed himself to come completely clean about his feelings to you for once. But a part of him is thinking to change his mind again and just let you slip away from his fingers. It’d spare the both of you the inevitable, right?

“R-Ryōta…?”

He was pulled from his thoughts, startled to see you staring at him from a short distance away. Apparently you did notice him after all.

“… (y/n)-cchi…” He swallows his words, knowing full well that his stupid words might blow this up for him again, his words responsible for all the rumors at school, his words responsible for hurting you and will hurt you again.

He wordlessly walks up to you and holds your cheek, and waits. He waits for you to push him away again. He waits for you to say the code word to let him know that you don’t want him near you again. The thought of you running away from him nearly brings him to tears, but he gulps his emotions down and stares at you calmly, with only his upturned brows hinting to his inner turmoil.

“Ryō—”

He swiftly brings his head down and kisses you. In feeling the warmth for the first time in a while, he greedily drinks from your lips, holding your temples more firmly as he searches for more, more, more.

You push him away.

Kise immediately lets go and stares at you like a lost child, unable to mask the devastation from the implications of your actions. But you’re still gripping his uniform tightly, almost as if you didn’t want to let go.

“W-Why…?” you croak, biting your lips to stop any tears from breaking through. “There’s no reason to kiss me. Don’t you know that we’re done? There’s no one to watch us here, no reason for you to walk me to school anymore. You know that, Ryōta. After all, we haven’t talked since a week ago, and you have the audacity to come here and kiss me like everything is okay—”

“… I want to kiss you, because there’s no one around, because there’s no other reason for me to.”

“Why…?” your voice softens to a whisper. “Don’t you hate anyone who likes you in that way? I… I already told you that I see you in that light, like many of your fans do. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you hate me for using this arrangement to get closer to you? Don’t you hate me for expecting something real out of this?”

“I already had an inkling of suspicion that you liked me, (y/n)-cchi,” Kise turns away to look at the bright morning sky. “I just didn’t know if I was wrong or not.”

“Then… why did you ask me to do this whole thing with you…?”

“Because I’m a coward,” he says, looking back to you. You were stunned into silence. For the first time, he finally admits what’s been weighing on his mind for weeks out loud, and his eyes, while drenched in shame, were full of resoluteness. “I liked you, but I was too afraid for the day when you ended up being not like the person I ended up liking. I liked you, but I was afraid of a real relationship that would tie me down. I liked you, but I was afraid of making huge decisions that involved another person into my life. I didn’t want to end the fake relationship because I was too fucking selfish… if I ended it, I’d lose the only connection I had with you… I’m sorry.”

Both of you went silent, bathed in the light of the rising sun. Kise drops to a squat to hide his face from you, and you knew he was trying to stop himself from tearing up. He knows how uncool he looks, but he had no right to cry when you were the one who got hurt the most.

“Ryōta, did you really find it difficult to kiss me…? Just… be honest.”

“Yes,” he looks up from his squat to stare at you with an intense look, even despite his puffy eyes. “Everytime I kissed you, I found it hard to control myself. I thought, what if you were using me to somehow get a kiss from me? or what if I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you and I ended up taking things too far? Looking anywhere but you at least stopped me from getting too invested…”

By now, both of you had turned completely red at his honesty, but he still found you frankly stunning even with your red, puffy eyes. “Look, (y/n)-cchi, don’t you hate me? I used you. The rumors are right—I’m a complete asshole. Just… I won’t blame you if you walk away right now.”

“You do know that I used this opportunity to get closer to you, right?… I wasn’t a saint about this either, so… I’m sorry too.” Both of you go silent again, and you slowly drop yourself to his level in a squat of your own in front of him.

“… C-Can we… can we start over?” you whisper, your warm breath tickling his chilled nose.

“(y/n)-cchi, I don’t think I’m capable of continuing this arrangement…”

“No,” you huff, before you tentatively press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I mean… can we… start over, but this time, as a real couple? I… want this relationship to be substantial. I really do like you, Ryōta.” You murmur against his lips with your hands on top of your knees, waiting for him to rebuke you away with an easygoing comment or a plastered smile.

But he doesn’t do any of that.

“I… guess we can try that,” Kise mumbles, gaze averted as his cheeks flame brighter than his nose and ears.

“Can you kiss me again?” you ask, your voice cracking at the end out of fear he’d turn down your request. Kise flicks his gaze back to you to see you equally red with a hesitant expression.

“Could you… close your eyes?” he asks with a frown.

“H-Huh?”

“Y-You don’t need to see me looking like a mess, I don’t look charming right now.”

“I… guess…” After a few moments of hesitation, you flutter your eyes shut, waiting apprehensively for his lips to descend onto yours again. Kise holds your cheeks and takes the time to admire your features for the first time, and his smile grows wider with every passing second.

‘R-Ryōta…?” Afraid of the fact that he actually may not like kissing you after all, you worriedly open your eyes, only to be greeted by the most brilliant smile from Kise, his figure illuminated by the sunshine hitting the back of his head at the perfect angle.

“(y/n)-cchi,” he teases with a small pout. “Didn’t I tell you to close your eyes?”

Who needs a rose-tinted lens when the sight before you is already so radiant to behold?

[the-cookies-of-darkness]

Recap post!

Oh boy, the plot from the beginning. The first ask sent to this blog was an anonymous who totally wasn't me kicking things off asking to be covered in cake hounds, IDK if that'll be relevant again later or not. I'm gonna add a cut, because it's long

Also the story technically takes place after DE was defeated by Gingerbrave, but with how the official kingdom story is going, at this point, it's best not to question things like why Crepe was living in the dark castle, why wasn't the dark castle in beast yeast and was in a forest instead? Most of this blog's story was made before Lychee was even revealed in story mode. And that says a lot considering we saw Lychee's name BEFORE Lotus's. For kingdom-only folks, it was before the Hollyberry Kingdom adventures came out. The joys of saying "this is an alternate universe", am I right? I will have characters occasionally react to canon lore. I am quietly hoping we learn how Matcha is related to DE while DE is White Lily, and how the hack White Lily was in "the final fight" with DE in the first place.

(Now I know how deltarune blogs made before chapter 2 felt lol)

It starts after the Darkness cookies had a battle and were recovering. Licorice was stuck on babysitting duty, and mentions that he always is. Naturally, somebody asked what Dark Choco's hair conditioner was, in which he replies "Don't ask questions you're not prepared to handle the answer to". A different answer said what's the worst that could happen and Dark Choco replied what it was, but I, the mod, purposefully made it unreadable because it will stay a mystery. Licorice left to grab the kids(Crepe and the Chess Twins) who were playing in the forest in a spot they always seem to go to, and after they left a Naga cookie appeared there, and revealed her name to be Salak or Snakeskin, whichever you prefer, and that she's always nervous to meet new people and her rattles shake when she's nervous, which makes her more nervous. An anon asked Dark Enchantress if they had any evil followers outside of the castle, in which she mentioned a cookie who betrayed them and got mad at being called evil and that evil was an adjective and "asked" people to just not use it. An anon, IDK if it was the same one, asked for more information on the betrayal cookie, and Dark Enchantress said his name was Nightshade, that he was eyes and ears in the Blazing Sands Desert and even was the one who helped them find Sugartera though maps he found, and that he can't fight and they gave him a runty cake hound to protect him, and one day he gave a fake map of Millennial Tree Temple and vanished. Also it was revealed that Dark Enchantress wanted to spread darkness so she can reshape the world so cookies and cakes can live in peace together, without the fear of being eaten. A asker asked Dark Enchantress if she could go back in time and change anything, what she would, and she said that she'd kill the witches she saw on the night of witches the second she saw them eating cookies, and that she has killed all of them except one who keeps on getting away, and she (correctly) assumes said which is who gets away as the one who made Gingerbrave I opened Nightshade for asks in the City while said asker probed Dark Enchantress into giving more answered about Nightshade in which she mostly responded "I don't know" Nightshade was asked why and how he left the darkness cookies and he answered "I learned they were too violent for my liking and I met Adventurer Cookie who helped me make the fake map, he has the real one, and my cake hound is fine, she's a good girl." When an asker commented Nightshade's reasoning made a lot of sense, he said "At least somebody agrees with me other than the cookie I stayed with right after I gave them the fake map…" which was never questioned after, and he mentioned that Enchantress doesn't think much because if she wants to stop racism against cakes she shouldn't have them attacking everyone. Also at one point an Anon suggested the name "Royal" for his cake hound which ended up being the name I liked best(so thank you again, anon, if you're still here). Also he mentions that he has to keep a muzzle on Royal every time he takes her for a walk There were asks asking how the cookies felt about each other and it was mostly witty remarks and that DE doesn't want to choose favorites. The first real event was when they learned the nearby kingdom was lowering their defenses, in which the dark castle raided, only to find Nightshade there, who was pre-warned by the askers of the raid, and showed that it was a rumor to see how fast it would spread, but the cakes didn't want to attack Nightshade, and Licorice was trying to point something about Nightshade out but was interrupted a lot to the point he got grumpy when they evacuated and he went to the forest, in the spot he usually finds the kids hiding, secretly enjoying how peaceful it is. He hesitantly accepted a hug when he was positive nobody was looking, and talked about how Nightshade is a ghost, and discussing which kind he may be. Licorice said he'd stay the night at the forest when Salak peeked out, in which Licorice raised his scythe, and Salak said "figures this would happen when I

try to make friends" and fled, and Licorice was at a loss for words, because he didn't want Salak to leave, he just didn't know how to react, and that night he made servants to so through the forest and make a map, starring where ever they found Salak, then he fell asleep. In the morning his servants gave him the map, which had a star on a cave. Licorice went back to the dark castle and hid the map in his room. Meanwhile, Royal bothered Nightshade into leaving his house and going to the nearby forest, and she went under a wall Nightshade wouldn't be able to fit through and growled when he tried to climb, move, or go around it to the point he got exhausted and leaned against the wall, only to phase through it, revealing to himself that he's a ghost and that Royal knew that, and he recapped his thoughts and realized that in one of the desert temple ruins one fell as he escaped, and he thought he barely escaped but realized he actually didn't and that's why Royal acted weird to him for a few days after. Royal also led Nightshade to Matcha's hiding spot, and Matcha called Royal a good puppy. During the Matcha visit askers asked Nightshade questions Licorice needed answers to to figure out what kind of ghost he is, like why he left the desert to join the darkness in the first place(in which he answered grief due to his family all suddenly vanishing there and never returning and Dark Enchantress was the first to willingly take him in), and it made him cry and Royal and Matcha helped calm him to the best of their abilities. An anon said that they were surprised to see Matcha being comforting, in which she replied "not heartless". Nightshade said to Royal that they should go home so he could think things over, in which Royal caught a scent and ran off, which Nightshade followed to a bush where he could see Salak's cave, and her sleeping in it. He made comments saying that he thinks Salak's cute, but best to come back when she's not asleep, because he was scared. Soon after the two left, Salak woke up and caught their scent, in which she debated on following or staying, in which she choose to stay.Then the first M!A of the blog happened, turning Red Velvet completely cookie for a few(10) asks, which he hated, and after it finished, somebody made Licorice like Red Velvet for fewer(5) asks, in which we learned that Licorice's magic takes getting the right grip and it'd be an issue with the cake arm having too much magic and accidentally summoning a demon, which got more probing asks and we learned Licorice found a "strangely black crystal" and when they tested its effects on a cookie who lived in the swamp that they captured that the cookie turned into a demon-like being with those crystals as well as purple ones growing out of his back, and that the "void cookie" will attack any darkness cookie who gets too close, other than strangely Poison Mushroom(and Matcha and Nightshade because they were not part of the darkness cookies when that happened to him(Matcha was already kicked out and Nightshade hadn't left the desert at that time)). A few more M!A happened, which included a body swap of Pomegranate and Matcha in which we got to talk to Void Cookie a bit after, Licorice turning into a Cake Hound in which we learned Chiffon is self-centered, Age swap, and an attempt to make Pomegranate feel bad for torchering Dark Choco about his traumatic past, and we learn how good Pomegranate is at loopholing the M!As, and Dark Enchantress left the castle for a break from the M!As and put Pomegranate in charge And now for one of the M!As that helped the plot a lot, an M!A that made everyone powerless. Dark Choco knew that he could escape the sword during the M!A, and convinced the askers to distract Pomegranate. He buried the sword behind the castle and an asker planted a tree over it(and I made it funny by making it a Pomegranate tree), and an asker managed to snag Licorice's map, and Dark Choco mentioned the star was where he found the sword the second time, as this wasn't his first time escaping the darkness(canonly, too, you should look

at his Jelly Shape description if you don't believe me), and that he only joined back due to not having anywhere to go, but this time he had an idea on where to go. Also, before he left he took two other "runty" cake hounds, a Chocolate one named Biscuit, and a Pomegranate one named Buttercream who has a broken bark. Dark Choco approached Nightshade's house, and he willingly let him in, seeing him swordless and hearing askers ask him to let Dark Choco in, and Dark Choco explained to Nightshade what happened. There was a brief intermission from Salak debating whether to go to the city to look for Nightshade(she doesn't know his name at that moment). An M!A happened where Pomegranate went blind and the only way she could move was through Licorice, in which she responded in simply not moving. Licorice pranked her by pouring water on her, and the M!A had to end early due to lack of asks. Dark Enchantress finally returned with a snoring cage covered by a black sheet, which was uncovered to show a (wingless) Chimera. Pomegranate looked over it and while it was still asleep Pomegranate had her mirror show the future of the "beast", which showed her and the darkness cookies getting burned by the Chimera's(now with wings) fire breath while the children hide behind the Chimera. Both her and Dark Enchantress were concerned, when the Chimera woke up and started talking about sleep transforming and wondering why she's in a cage in a haunted-looking mansion, and we learned that's Coconut Pecan Cookie, who turned out of her Chimera form, and convinced DE and Pom to let her out, and said her preferred nickname if one must be given is "CocoP". Another M!A started, making Pomegranate tell the truth with loophole covered, we learned Pomegranate bullied the others to feel in power, yada yada it lasted the 10 asks, but then it started going overtime and CocoP mentioned how magic goes screwy around her, while askers pressed Pomegranate about how she betrayed Starfruit like that(and I made it clear that I do not like that ship, btw). CocoP left and the M!A ended Another intermission with Salak and she was taught Nightshade's name, and she mentions how she dislikes going to the city. Then a M!A came where SCP 049 was sent and an asker tried to get them to kill Pomegranate, which I refused to do, and at the end of the visit 049 took some cake hounds back with him so the foundation knows he wasn't lying to them. The Dark Castle had a pizza party(from the Stuffed Crust Pizzaria) after with Pom being a sourpuss, also there was a child Red Velvet M!A during that while Dark Enchantress got the Pizza. Then an M!A sent 999 over and helped the castle cheer up, and then was sent to help Dark Choco(and unknowingly Nightshade) with his(their) PTSD(s). It became night, and after rudely waking up Licorice, we took a look back at Salak again, who found a cocoon-looking thing that was made from Coconut Fiber, in which Coconut Pecan came out of(in her Chimera form) with a new set of wings, and she was eager to test them out she went to the desert. Due to the Kingdom update showing the Hollyberry Kingdom allowing cake hounds without muzzles, the nearby kingdom lifted its muzzle rule, which Nightshade and Dark Choco were happy about, then back at the dark castle there was an M!A that sent SCPs 682 and 053 over, nullifying 053's power for safety sake, and I really mellowed down 682's firey personality because he didn't wanna make 053 upset, and he got a bad feeling(a "oh crap they may actually be able to kill me and I don't want that" feeling) from the cookies there but didn't dare say it. After having Moon Rabbit visit(she's friends with Licorice and Poison Mushroom, from her reveal trailer you can see the three sitting together) and having 682 getting Walter flashbacks, the two SCPs head out and got KO'd and kidnapped(as well as the askers) by a living glob of dough named G, G reveals he lives with the last witch and that the last witch is kind and means no harm, but was underwhelmed by the lack of reaction he sent you back to the castle and the M!A with the

two SCPs ended. Intermission with Nightshade saying he's a petsitter now and that 'es uncomfortable and he can sense that somebody's close to his dead body, and you figure out Coconut Pecan was practicing flying too close, and convinced her to move away. Askers and Dark Enchantress then started talking about how in that one event from a few years ago Cocoa Cookie was seen eating cookies that weren't alive, and the ethics of it because cookies eat cake that isn't alive all the time, and Pomegranate saw in her mirror that if Dark Enchantress dwells on it too much that she'd stop the spreading darkness plans, and somebody M!As her to tell the truth to Dark Enchantress, which she loopholes saying "you only said the truth, it could be any truth, and that I say it to boss", we restart the M!A with the loopholes patched, we convince Coconut Pecan to come over to use her magic warping to make the M!A last longer, we make a reference to a tweet that shows Pomegranate has a room dedicated for loving DE and I say "let's forget about it but if you're desperate to know, it's in the basement", there was an argument between askers if we should go with the witches weren't eating alive cookies argument, or that they were as Strawberry and Gingerbrave saw the witch eating cookies, too(but Gingerbrave's story says he was made by accident), and we settle on the cookies weren't alive. A brief intermission asking Lobster if they feel bad for what they said to Mocha and devising a escape plan for them which involves getting Pomegranate to leave, Coconut Pecan got Pomegranate to leave via fireballing her, and Dark Enchantress locked herself in her room to think things through. Two children cookies(of an asker's) are trying to join in, but calling everyone in the castle evil or bad, which is making everyone mad, except Coconut Pecan who's still there because she wants to watch everything go down, and she doesn't have much of anywhere else to go. Red Velvet agreed that Pomegranate deserved to be fireballed, and hiding that he feels bad for Coconut Pecan because she's gong through the same discrimination as the cakes are due to her preferred form. Pomegranate revealed she saw Licorice's map before it was taken and heads to Salak's cave, but Salak overheard and cleans out her cave while an asker creates a diversion for Pomegranate with a smoke bomb, in which Pomegranate assumes is just another blindness M!A and sits through it. Salak says that it was bit of an overreaction and that she just needs to find a new cave to stay in, but she's unsure if she should even stay in the same forest area because Nightshade never came back and the askers barely talk to her. The two young cookies(still not played by me, this was not planned) came bashing back into the castle, and Dark Enchantress told Red Velvet to call off the army, and that she was hoping on saving the talk till Licorice, who went to the nearby kingdom because an asker was lost and he was chosen, was back, and she announced that she saw how everything she was doing, she was doing wrong and wants to correct it. And how much of the wrong doing was suggested by Pomegranate, who she really wants to have a stern, one-on-one chat to. An asker tole Pomegranate about it, she looked at her mirror, and hated what she saw. She said she isn't going back. Then it set in on her she literally has nowhere to go, and her mirror was blank when she looked to see if there really was nowhere, and she threw it out of frustration and wandered off. The mirror didn't shatter, however, and it was taken back to Enchantress, who isn't surprised Pomegranate isn't going to come back for a while. Licorice and Nightshade had an awkward conversation and they're on equal terms. An M!A happened and now Nightshade and Salak have to be near each other till once confesses their love, and they were eventually tricked into admitting their love. Then another cookie(not mine) named Snapdragon appeared and said to work under the red dragon, and Salak became angry because Pitaya killed the dragon in the forest she referred to as

"Bugtrap". Nightshade wondered if a cookie who called themselves Pitcher Plant would know anything, and in the morning after all the pets he was petsitting were picked up he went and asked, in which Pitcher Plant acted very nervous about it and ended up closing the door in Nightshade's face.

Pitcher Plant eventually came around to answering Nightshade's question with a book. Salak also joined in but had to leave to help somebody home. Pitaya eventually found Pitcher Plant's house, and he got annoyed and met up with his sibling on his island, thought Pitaya's apology was forced, angst angst angst they made up. A Red Velvet Dragon showed up and Bugtrap ended up helping her and gave her a place to live.

After a few month timeskip, Bugtrap and the Red Velevt dragon revealed that they have an egg, and Nightshade and Salak are officially living with each other. Also cakes are slowly being let into cookie society. The egg hatched, and Sugar Flower Dragon was born. The aformentioned Snapdragon(who belongs to @springtime562, btw), found Pomegranate in a store and introduced her to the Mala Tribe, in which she quickly left. April Fools happened and the first appearance of the Danks which I may've forgot to have them cameo on 4/20.... anyways Snapdragon talked to Dark Enchantress and we got our first oc x canon ship between Snapdragon and Red Velvet, and it revealed that since Red Velvet is part cake that he likes being pet, just not in public, and when he's embarrassed he hides where the oven is and makes puppies.

Dark Choco was questioned if he missed having a sword, in which he answered yes but was afraid, but he was convinced to talk with Avocado about it. We didn't see the conversation but I can assure you it was pun-filled. He also was told about Yam wanting a rematch and he expressed concern on how to let somebody win without loosing his only eye. Also somebody threatened Nightshade with a vacuum cleaner in which he wasn't impressed by.

Another oc x canon ship sprouted when Stormy (from @ask-the-cookie-questers) came in(with a different version of Dark Choco's old sword, you'll just have to peek into the roleplay for more context-) and bumped into Licorice, which caused a lot of drama, figuring out Dark Choco's sword he buried under a pomegranate tree decided to take over the tree and scared everyone but licorice by making the pomegranates(where were on in and the tree was bigger due to the sword's power) open to reveal eyes, Licorice getting minecraft for Strawberry Crepe, bets on who would kiss first, Nightshade and Salak's first kiss, Licorice kissing first and getting Stormy's number, and orphaned child named Soap(who is mine btw-) that lived inside the supermarket getting a home at Nightshade's and Salak's, anons pressuring Red Velvet to kiss Snapdragon first, Poison Mushroom getting a mushroom plushie, and learning that Pomegranate was trying to manipulate Stormy to get her mirror back so she can see what's in store in her future(which failed ofc). There was a brief intermission with Springtime's minecraft cookies, one of which had a pet which tried to attack Nightshade with a healing potion(because Nightshade is a ghost, and healing potions hurt the undead-).

Pomegranate, after talking with Matcha who quickly sent her away and an anon who totally wasn't me told Matcha sorry that other askers haven't been talking with her, went back to the Mala Tribe and got comfortable overnight. While she was there, Dark Enchantress and Pitaya(run by Springtime, look, she's one of the only askers here, and she's been here for months, I let her control canon cookies, I trust her enough-) pulled out the mirror and peered at Pomegranate's futures, one of which involved her suddenly vanishing after staying with the Mala Tribe, in which Dark Enchantress expressed concern despite still being mad at Pomegranate for manipulating her.

Night came and in the morning Pomegranate, who has to melt ice to take a shower due to everyone in the mala tribe being able to use lava while pomegranates are a fruit that grows in winter, was just leaving the bathroom to test out a bow that Mala(run by spring) made for her, when a sound of a dragon breathing and dry ice hissing started and the whole tribegrounds got fogged up, something grabbed Pomegranate in which she passed out and woke up in an ice cave, wearing her normal clothes over the ones she got to wear at the Mala Tribe, and she spotted a cookie and asked where she took her, in which said mystery cookie said it wasn't here, it was Frostbite and pointed to a huge, spiky ice dragon. Frostbite Dragon said thanked the mystery cookie, revealing her name to be Christmas Cactus and she commented not minding being called CCactus for short. Another ice dragon named Chinook(also run by Spring) was there, and was mentioned in the Mala Tribe previously for an ice scale that helped keep Pomegranate's hut in the mala territory cool enough for her to handle, and Chinook also has Snow Sugar as a child(characters with no pronouns are weird to work with tbh. No offense to anyone). When Dark Enchantress checked on Pomegranate with the mirror she could not see anything, and Fire Spirit(run by spring-) said that he may have an idea where Pomegranate went but never said it. Dark Choco and Nightshade made their way to Bugtrap's island to get scales for a sword and armor since Dark Choco mentioned them to Avocado, in which they got enough for armor, as well as scales from Pitaya (taken to them by Fire Spirit) for a sword, and the Red Velvet Dragon gave some of her frosting away to make the armor fireproof, and the two went to Avocado's smithy

There was a brief questioning of Soap about how an entire part of his arm was missing and nobody questioned him saying "it's been gone for a while". Frostbite and the others started pressuring Pomegranate due to Pomegranate feeling regretful there, in which she snapped how she thinks Dark Cacao deserved being turned into a monster for killing so many innocent cookies, but she did mention how she killed her village, but pointed out how Cacao has indirectly destroyed at least two villages, one of which being Licorice's home village and how Licorice was learning dark magic for revenge on Cacao and succeeded with the revenge, and the only regret Cacao felt was for Dark Choco, not for the hundreds of cookies he indirectly killed by wanting to make chocolate walls which would and did melt easily with fire, and that's why she helped Affogato. She did eventually ask why she was in the ice cave anyways, and Frostbite explained that she needed a cookie with mostly in-tact memories to test a new spell on and, given good behavior, would give Pomegranate an Ice Mirror and send her back to the Mala Tribe when she was done. She explained the reason she wants to do a memory restoration spell is that a cookie she was assisting, who happens to be Energy Drink (from cookie wars), restore their memories, and mentioned how she already got them out of the tank. Since Energy Drink was frozen(and asked to be frozen, so they wouldn't have to be awake for everything happening), she talked about how she even has the original purple meteorite in her treasure room, and Christmas Cactus reveals that she helps Frostbite because Frostbite cured her from the jelly infection, even though it wasn't perfect, she was happy knowing that her being the test subject helped thousands of other cookies, despite her eyes still being yellow instead of the pink they originally were. Though slightly interested, Pomegranate got impatient and Frostbite apologized for being easily distracted, and Frostbite's spell worked, though Pomegranate did agree to look through the treasure room before being sent "home". Yes, Pomegranate sees the Mala Tribe as home already. There's also a halfish jellywalkerish character and bear jelly cookie character run by springtime also there in the ice cave.

A M!A happened to make Pomegranate a true part of the mala tribe, being immune to fire and lava, and, due to how generous the M!A is, I have made it permanent! Horray!

Void Cookie was sent to Frostbite's ice cave, as well as getting the large crystals off his back, though it seems to have weakened his power not having them. Before he was teleported, he mentioned his frogs have been gobbling up termites. When the Bodyswap M!A ended, Licorice commented about Void's frogs being outside the castle, and is concerned that Void is planning an attack, completely unaware void is up in an ice cave.

Dark Choco and Nightshade had the armor and sword made, though during it there was a bodyswap M!A between Licorice and Dark Choco which didn't last long, and after Dark Choco managed to get into a fight with Prismarine's(one of Spring's minecraft cookies-) pet who had attempted to attack Nightshade with a healing potion again. After they got the pet under control, and Nightshade baited the pet into healing Dark Choco, Dark Choco mentioned how he wishes the healing potion would get his missing eye back. He had a regeneration potion rubbed onto his scar and missing eye, which healed his scar, and is slowly getting his missing eye back.

Licorice, after packing out of concern, met with Stormy and Red Velvet at the oven, and Stormy's Sovereign attacked one of Licorice's smaller minions, which managed to knock it into the cake mix, as well s Stormy accidently dropping some dark chocolate into the mix, but she managed to recover, but thankfully only one puppy was affected. Red Velvet was mad at first but quickly fell for the puppy. Back at the Dark Castle, however, Pitaya was visiting again, and it was discovered termites have weakened the wood enough for everything to collapse.

Red Velvet moved into Bugtrap's old house, anon magic and some convincing and Dark Enchantress has a house next to his, Crepe is back in the Vanilla Kingdom, Poison Mushroom lives with Bugtrap now, Licorice lives with Truffle, and the Chess Twins are back in the Grandmaster Hotel.

Red Velvet met a cake hound that's huge named Tiny. Sugar Flower managed to escape Bugtrap's island and had a play date with the cake army.

There was an M!A where Bugtrap and Lychee bodyswapped, and due to that Lychee caught the flu which Fire Spirit had. Bugtrap had fun.

Frostbite figured out what her fox statue treasure does and locked it up.

Chess Choco revealed that they had a bad dad

Void fixed his house for his size

Red Velvet made friends with Birthday Cake Cookie

Licorice is, at the time I'm updating this, over at Stormy's house, having hand-sewed her a hoodie as a gift

@nekonekodie plays Ananas(though you can stop any time, just say it! Sorry for the ping :b) and revealed that ananas is afraid of Lobster Cookie for some reason, but Lobster's OK

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Ok I'm gonna be honest, right here is when things get crazy. So if you need a stopping point, stop here.

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An anon who goes by Jax came in and we started this long-con roleplay where their characters came in and Red Velvet and Ultra(one of his characters) are friends, Crepe helped a corrupted computer thing with the help of Frostbite and Chinook dragons, Frostbite's cave was raided but the raid is gone because I said so, Ultra giving Red Velvet and Snapdragon power rings, Red Velvet and the cake army went onto Bugtrap's island, preparing for a big fight, and Pitaya brought in Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, Dark Cacao, and Dark Enchantress, explaining the gist of what's been going on with DE along the way. Dark Cacao very clearly didn't trust Enchantress. Bugtrap ended up bringing Sugar Flower and Choco Dragon to a secret place, a portal through an oasis, so they wouldn't get hurt. Before the two could start fighting it out, Dark Ultra came in and a real fight started, with D.Ultra(hope you don't mind me abbreviating) trying to get anyone worked up into a rage. (oh yeah, and Xaster's shade came in as well, but Red Velvet got it down with a cheap shot) Which worked on Dark Cacao, a good part of the reason it worked on him because Pitaya joined in with egging him on, in which it turned him into his berserk form, because a messed up spell doesn't fully wear off, and after figuring out there was some ring that would control anyone who'd lost control, and after some avoiding, an anon telling CocoP, Matcha, and Void to come help(CocoP arriving first) came and Coconut Pecan managed to get a sneaky hit off, and when Cacao finally was defeated, Dark Ultra managed to get Coconut Pecan into a strange rage where she attacked with no self-preservation, which ended up defeating Dark Ultra.

While Dark Cacao was down, Pure Vanilla and Hollyberry(both played by Springtime, I played Cacao) trusted Enchantress enough to borrow Cacao's soul jam to help fight. When Cacao finally woke up, he wasn't too happy about it, but he was too hurt to do anything about it. A opponent, a robot named Toggle, came in and started making clones of itself to fight, Coconut Pecan did end up doing some clone crushing before getting too hurt, and snapped out of her rage completely confused on what just happened, having no memory of being in rage state. Void Cookie arrived with Matcha, and while Matcha didn't do much in this fight, Void Cookie assisted in fighting. Oh yeah, and Wither Rose was there, too. Pitaya and Dark Enchantress ended up smashing the clones while others focused on the main Toggle.

After enough clone crushing, Xaster actually came in, there was a long talk which Xaster revealed he's destroyed other cookie worlds and gave Dark Enchantress the 5 soul jams saying he wants to face her at full power, in which Dark Enchantress hesitantly accepted, giving Cacao his sword back. After enough bickering, Dark Enchantress getting uncomfortable that Matcha was there, the fight started. Void and Red Velvet Dragon focused on Toggle, who was still there, while the rest focused on Xaster. Xaster then took control of Red Velvet, which would be a problem, but Red Velvet talked to somebody named Dark Jax within Xaster's mind. Dark Jax revealed that Xaster had taken over him and needed happy memories to break free. Red Velvet happily gave his happy memories, while Bugtrap dropped the kids off with Nightshade, who was watching over Red Velvet's house, and went through and uncleared the secret passage down. Dark Jax broke out of Xaster and Red Velvet went back to his body, and Xaster's Shade went off to Longan's island to try to recruit Snakefruit.

The two dragonets snuck out through the passage under Nightshade's nose while he was looking for a trash can so Choco returned to Pitaya. Nightshade ended up following and he and everyone else made a plan as they didn't know if Xaster was going for Snakefruit or Pomegranate. Dark Enchantress, Void(who ended up tying Toggle to a tree in victory), and Matcha, and Tiny who appeared soon before the fight ended, followed Dark Jax to some pit with crystals, in which they almost got into another fight but then decided to cheese it(because I was too down to do *another* fight, as one of my dogs was diagnosed with Cancer. RIP Belle.) and pull out specific crystals.

Nightshade convinced Salak to come with him and Bugtrap to confront Snakefruit. Bugtrap ended up making a comment how if he wanted to he could kill any cookie or dragon with a plant base when thinking of Longan, shows just how much he hates them. Xaster tried to convinced Snakefruit to join him by doing a shade of Salak, which just ended up talking against Xaster, and Xaster decided to try to take over Bugtrap, but due to Bugtrap's strong mind and Nightshade joining in the mind battle via ghost abilities, Xaster was shot out pretty quickly and is still getting weaker, and talked about a new plan but didn't elaborate further.

Everyone went home, mostly because Jax was sick and I didn't wanna push him and I thought it was a good stopping point for everyone to go home. And even Licorice returned to Truffle's Mansion and found Poison Mushroom who managed to sneak out because everyone was too tied up in the chaos of the fights on Bugtrap's island to notice them leave.

Dark Jax decided he wants to be called Hemlock

Licorice revealed he can make his minions any color he wants

Poison Mushroom went Trick-or-treating which Licorice ended up having to get in costume to follow, while Snapdragon visited Red Velvet in a rather revealing costume(don't worry, it wasn't pictured, but it broke him for a few minutes)

Bugtrap got his pet Leafie the Leaf Slug back, and then tried to talk some sense into Knight Cookie (which worked at scaring Knight).

I introduced a character named Atemoya Cookie, he was good friends with Soap, he's a farmer who typically lives alone, and he farms exotic fruits. He made friends with Jax's OCs Toxin, Grey, and a lot others lol, I'm just trying to paraphrase more to make recapping less unbearable. He also got some cakes from Red Velvet. Cake hounds for his cattle and sheep, two Jam Skelecake Warriors named Jammy and Dodger, a Choco Skelecake Warrior named Cupcake, and a Skelecake Cook named Burns. Jammy has thicker white lines on his horns.

Crepe and Irus ended up fighting Jax's OC Eclipse who made an undead army with black rings who were eventually led away, Crepe got both the Green and Blue lantern rings, and Crepe got mad when Jax's OC Will grabbed a random black ring and not the one with the bad guy in it while they were heading to Frostbite's cave specifically to make sure the bad guy couldn't get out.

I introduced another new OC named Thimbleberry, she was part of House Raspberry but left during the night when she wasn't allowed to and had an unfortunate run-in and turned into a vampire and she's always anxious. She complains about her emotional neglect she got when in House Raspberry due to not being full Raspberry, only about 3/4ths, and that she still stuck around outside House Raspberry and listened in on others BARELY even mentioning that she was missing and saying she'd be in deep trouble if she returns. She brokes the 4th wall plenty of times. She meets Jackxy(Ultra's plant-wolf daughter), has an anxious breakdown, then fights Overdrive(I think at this point you can guess who's OC that is), meets Umbrax(guess) the embodiment of shame and negativity, she gets an ultraviolet lantern ring, she actually manages to knock out Overdrive despite having very little control over the ring's power at that moment, ended up going to a different universe and met Null and got a travel device, headed home.

Bugtrap, Pitaya, Fire Spirit, and Snapdragon(and Leafie and Dragon Fruitling) decided to explore the world the secret place the oasis lead to. Turns out it was an undertale(post-true pacifist) universe that was infested with Shadow Beasts, no other life other than plants left, but two non-feral Shadow Beasts, Raider and Silho, explained that they better get the hack back to their universe while they reset their defenses back up

At the same time as the undertale universe exploration, Red Velvet and Chocoglaze visit a prison to meet (Jax's)Twin Masters, ended up getting sucked it to Null's house but Null wasn't there but they met Null's version of Jackxy, Trixy(Thimbleberry also met her :b), and Nine. Then he was fooled by yet another one of Jax's BBEGs Dr. Geno who ended up attacking Nine and nearly killed Trixy.

After that's done with Jackxy runs into the old sword of Dark Choco's that was buried under that Pomegranate tree(which I've already mentioned it took over), the sword named itself Soive, Void and Overdrive fought, G is now back in a way that makes sense, Soive becomes mobile, Void, due to absorbing part of Overdrive's power, is having a burst of extreme luck, and there was some distrust on Soive from Ultra.

Silho, who entered the main world to try to flush out the feral shadow beasts who managed to sneak in managed to talk some sense into Dr Geno, and he actually moved all the feral shadow beasts back to the undertale world before Xaster had to come in and ruin things by removing what good was left in Geno and peacing out.

Ultra helped Silho and Raider make better defenses, which ended up "killing" a different shadow beast, but when shadow beasts "die' they are reborn, and Silho and Raider decided to adopt them. Phantom, one of Ultra's many brothers, named the child "Buddy".

Will listened into Soap saying his backstory that his real parents were killed by a monster, and Ducky lead Will there and they killed a void-infected salamander.

(Jax's)Aravice visited Frostbite and they visited a different universe to get treasure, Aravice got possessed, Frostbite got uncomfortable, a ghost dragon of Springtime's who ended up being Pitaya's dead mate was there, Frostbite argued with Xaster before everyone was sent home and Frostbite went to sulk while Christmas Cactus helped Butterscotch reach out and find Pitaya.

I finally got Affogato into the blog in which somebody M!A'd him into a baby and Pitaya embarrassed him while an anon gave him a teddy bear, which after the M!A was done he ended up actually silently accepting.

I can't remember exactly when it happened but two people ended up cloning "White Lily" to make Black Lily and DE wasn't very pleased at first but willingly gave the green souljam(as Xaster ended up giving her one of each during that fight on Bugtrap's island) after having Pure Vanilla check them for curses as she was a little rightfully paranoid, the clone is now named Black Lily.

Grey ended up visiting Choco Werehound Brute(who I just call Brute for short) in an attempt to try to mend family wounds, Brute living in the Hollyberry Kingdom.

Dark Choco goes back to the Cacao kingdom to try to start mending things with his dad, Ultra and Jackxy following along, he overheard Affogato scheming, he warned his dad, Jackxy ended up trying to force the mending quicker than Choco wanted which ended up giving Jackxy a little angry meltdown. Cacao banished Affogato from the kingdom, and (jax's)UV Goblin causes problems on purpose.

Dr Geno fooled Poison Mushroom into giving him a Rainbow Shroomie, which he put into a gun so anyone who gets shot with the gun turns shroomified. In which Jax's Knight, who is an embodiment of life I think, accidently gave the gun life, and it ended up shooting Geno(who turned into a computor), Knight(who turned into Shaggy), Red Velvet(who already has a canon shroomified version), Tiny(Springtime's giant cake hound)(who became small), Dark Enchantress(who turned into white lily but still in the DE clothes), Grey(who turned upside down, gravity flipped for him too), Brute(who turned into Doge), Salak(who turned into a dragon), Soap and Ducky(who both turned into silicone dish cleaners), before the gun ran to Void who managed to calm it down and reversed the effects. However during all of that (Jax's)Malware tried and eventually succeeded in capturing Geno and requested Esterhazy, Brute, and Grey to meet in one place.

Esterhazy and Brute, of coarse, ended up getting into an argument Brute one went the meeting point with Grey, while Red Velvet, Wither Rose, Snapdragon, Prismarine, and Burnt(all but red velvet ofc are Springtime's) to have fun in the Hollyberry Market, Red Velvet walking a bunch of cake hounds for adoptables, and ran into Snapdragon again so there's some flirty talk.

Brute, Esterhazy, and Grey went into a huge desert and went underground, to learn one of Xaster's goons wanted to kill and overthrow him, Grey said no and the werehounds declined. There was a fight, Geno gave the werehounds travel devices big enough for the two to use and said "Don't say I haven't helped you before" before peaceing out, and Esterhazy too hastily teleported himself and Brute away, while Grey was left with his broken device.

Esterhazy and Brute landed in the world of Pocket Frogs and while Esterhazy got obsessed with all the colors and patterns, Brute hit the "back" button on his travel device, to discover Grey went on a rampage and killed everyone. Brute had to KO him and the frogs that stuck to him helped him wake Grey back up from the rage. The Werehounds now actually know how to use their devices now, but they're still playing with the frogs.

Meanwhile, while Thimbleberry along with Coconut Pecan were sleeping when The Night, a giant mechanical wolf-looking character of Jax's called a Soul Beast, decided to prank the two by laying marbles all over the floor. Which failed as when Coconut Pecan woke up she used her wings to blow the marbles out of the way, and she got very defensive against The Night over the prank, acting sus, and pretending to be a version of himself he's not. Thimbleberry stacked the marbles into a pyramid while CocoP and The Night chatted. Thimble eventually started petting The Night. Tiny also showed up for the petting. With help, Thimbleberry made her cave into an actual home, with a door and furniture. Also she got a muzzle for herself so she doesn't accidentally bite people during the night.

Jackxy called Soive, asking him to housesit for her. Soive finds J, Jackxy's daughter(?) who can mutliply by eating fabric supplies. Stuff happens, Dark Enchantress ends up going into J's soul to fix the eating issue, ends up getting into Xaster's somehow, meets Ultra's giant mechanical wolf thing named Soul and gets out of the soul with them, happy ending to that small thing lol.

A M!A happens where "anything with canine instincts gets the urge to treat Thimbleberry with as much love'n care as a lost puppy'n shower her in affection" for as long as I want, Jax agreed, and now it's basically a "if we remember and think of it being good timing it'll eventually come back up" thing. Also it seemed to affected Gray and made the werehounds go puppy-like to him too.

UVGoblin decided to try to mess with G when G was clearly in a 'woke up on the wrong side of the bed' mood, 9 beats up UVG while G gets the spoon The Witch lost

Somebody new who went by "Perci" showed up, their cookie Jawbreaker Cookie nearly murders Red Velvet over something that happened in an alternate universe while Red Velvet was just very confused about it. They make up, Red Velvet makes Jawbreaker food, they end up going to Bugtrap's island looking for Jawbreaker's cake hound Copper, Jawbreaker's sibling Blood Orange tries to murder Pomegranate but Pom was warned, Jawbreaker stopped Blood Orange, for some reason Blood Orange's dead daughter Wasp was suddenly not dead and saved by Coconut Pecan, happy ending. BTW Perci is @thepersonaking56.

Dark Enchantress meets a dark clone of Jackxy named DJ and shows DJ that she knows how to bathe a puppy. I'm taking out a lotta context with this but in my defense I'm still recaping stuff that happened February 2023 in October 2023.

Some "fluff" happened with the Rainbow Shroomie Gun (named Gunny now) that Void adopted, and stuff with 9, phantom, Null, and the shadow beasts (The shadow beasts have moved to my blog @voidbears-oc-stash so I'm not gonna dwell on it too much here)

Trixy visits Thimbleberry, they both complain about having issues impressing their families, and then decide to prank House Raspberry with ominous messages.

Black Lily calls Dark Enchantress, telling her about the strange signals around where the void-infected salamander was defeated, DE checked it out, some people with AIM written on them are there, DE was kind about it and left them to it, asking Ultra and the others about it through travel device, and the got kidnapped by AIM, UVG, and Meltdown, and ended up having to fight a version of herself that had a honeycomb pattern that could control any magic DE summons that they know about, DE destroyed the AIM version of herself by collapsing the building. She then decided to go on vacation till April.

Honestly I've likely lost everyone by now. If I say something happened on the blog, just go with it. But here's more of the stuff that happened because now I'm too stubborn to stop updating it.

Xaster releases the Twin Masters and attempts to exploit Dark Choco's emotions to Dark Choco just having a really good rebuttle, and making Blaze mad purposefully to break them out of Xaster's control. Also Dark Choco got a blue ring that I honestly forgot about till now. Xaster got a new body now, good for him, horrible for us.

Xaster learns that Frostbite has enough trauma to make him concerned, and considering that Xaster is basically the epitome of evil that's saying something. (Frostbite said “Immortality is a curse I’ve been forced to live and once these worlds fade I’ll be stuck in infinity with nothing left. When everything you’ve ever loved is ripped away from you eventually, you learn to stop being affected by the side effects of caring. Eventually there’ll be no room left for scars unless they cut deep enough to pierce the others.” and saying she's gonna keep helping others till she feels ready to help herself, but she isn't a Nihilist, or else she'd be in a universe purely by herself. Xaster had to convince her that she could still fight him without killing him. And then called in Ultra to be a therapist while poor Christmas Cactus, Snow Sugar, and Chinnok had to listen to Frostbite re-going through her trauma.) Frostbite went into how she hates herself for having destroyed the embodiment of evil in her world causing a domino effect to make her stuck in a void (come to think of it, it's likely the anti-void she got stuck in a while) and how she vowed to herself to not attack anyone who doesn't attack her first. She then locked herself in her dangerous treasure room.

Overdrive found Poison Mushroom Cookie, but clearly something's wrong with Overdrive. He scared PM, so he got Shroomied, and then collapsed in Red Velvet's house. RV called Null over, and had to contain Null's murderous rage because he noticed the infection and didn't want it infecting Null. Even if Null didn't like it, he had to make sure that Overdrive got "all better". They found Null's brother Wraith and got his spirit back! And made a core for him and I was like "Oh yeah Crepe did this once!"

Soive meets another Strawberry Jam Sword, one controlling Jellywalkers looking to kill Knight. Soive decided to send them on a wild goose chase.

Knight, The Night, and Soive try to prank Atemoya and fail

Another RP with Stormy that ended kinda early but don't worry they're all fineeee

Snapdragon Powder starts talking about B.A.D4 to Pomegranate, and Pom convinced Velvet to put on his Hellhound Clothes to surprise Snapdragon.

(Got to march 15th ish in the recap, I'mma stop now)

[tsubasaclones]

Syaoran/Clone Syaoran whichever u wanna do!

u know me so well 😌 ill do both im not a coward

ccs syaoran:

headcanon A: ive said it before and ill say it again. hes autistic

headcanon B: i think he still leaves valentines day chocolate in sakuras mailbox except maybe he puts his name on it now (although that didnt stop her from knowing who it was from the first time)

headcanon C: he was probably really lonely when he first came to tomoeda. like, he went from living with 5 people (his mom + 4 sisters) to living alone (again why was a child living alone) in a foreign country. and as far as he knew there was going to be some tragedy if the cards didnt all get collected so i imagine he wouldve been worried about that too. he probably wasnt too happy about having to go anyway because like, he had to learn a whole new language for it and everything and japanese grammar is listed as his least favorite subject so...

headcanon D: ok wait this one might not be that unrealistic but like... there was never an actual on-screen asking-out scene for him & sakura so i imagine theyre like dating but theyre not like officially dating but theyre both idiots and dont know how to address it lmao

clone syaoran:

headcanon A: huge fucking book nerd. probably a walking encyclopedia

headcanon B: sorry i just had a vision of that "i want to see my little boy here he comes" video but its him holding mokona and idk whos behind the camera. maybe fai. but you get the idea

headcanon C: he never got to like... really apologize to fai for you know, eating his eye and all that. he probably feels guilty about that still

headcanon D: you already know what im going to say. he & clone sakura get to come back and be alive and happy and just get to fucking relax or something idk i just want them to get to do whatever the hell they want and not have to worry about getting separated and pulled into shit again