#with long bright yellow hair and bangs

[hypogryffin]

got terrible motion sickness while travelling to move house so im projecting my pain onto yusuke

{Image ID:

Digital drawings of characters from Persona 5, all in their outfits from the "Strikers" spinoff.

Yusuke Kitagawa is a tall, thin, young man with pale skin and purple-ish eyes. His hair is a dark blue, and is worn slightly messily with his bangs falling in his face over one of his eyes. He wears a dark grey-blue long hoodie with rolled-up sleeves over a black shirt and slim-fit white denim pants, and in all of the drawings, he has a silver medical bracelet on one wrist.

Image 1: Yusuke looking haggard and woozy, sitting down with a seatbelt in as if in a car. Next to him is Haru Okumura, who has fair skin, dark brown eyes, and short, curly, light brown hair and wears a pink-and-white striped dress under a cream-coloured jacket with sleeves that go just past her elbows. She has a hand up to her mouth, looking worried about Yusuke's condition. There is handwritten dialogue that reads as follows.

Yusuke: A terrible illness has befallen me and I fear this may be the end.

Haru: ...should we pull over?

Yusuke: No, I'm fine.

Image 2: On the left side of the page is a small two-panel comic. In the first, Yusuke is speaking to Makoto Niijima, a young woman with tanned skin and short brown hair with a braided headband. She wears an off-white shirt under a cropped black leather jacket with short sleeves, and has a silver necklace. She holds out a handful of hard candies with bright orange wrappers, smiling a bit awkwardly as she says, "Did you want a ginger candy? They help sometimes when I'm nauseous, so I have a lot."

Yusuke holds his hands out weakly, replying "I'd be eternally grateful..."

In the second panel, Yusuke is shown eating one of the candies, holding the wrapper in an open palm, though he still looks queasy. A large caption reads "Doesn't really help that much. Still yummy though," with an arrow pointing towards Yusuke.

On the other side of the page is a single drawing of Yusuke, hunched over with a hand to his mouth, looking as if he's about to puke. Next to him is Ryuji Sakamoto, a sun-tanned boy with heavy freckles, brown eyes, and messily bleach-blond hair that wears a bright red tank top and brown baggy three-quarters pants, with a silver bangle and tooth necklace as well as a dark green fanny pack. Ryuji has an arm around Yusuke's back, looking worried and speaking to him gently. The dialogue is as follows:

Ryuji: You good, man?

Yusuke: I can feel myself succumbing entirely to this affliction, you may have to go on without me.

Ryuji: OK, well, before you do that, how's about some water and a li'l walk? Then we can think about the succumbing thing. I want some fresh air, too.

Image 3: Morgana has the appearance of a house cat, with predominately black fur and light white spotting on his paws, the tip of his tail, and his snout, as well as on his eyebrows. He has blue eyes and wears a yellow bandana around his neck. He stands on all fours with his ears planing slightly as he shouts angrily at Yusuke, "If you're already sick, stop drawing? You'll make it worse!"

Yusuke sits completely hunched over, squinting at a page on a sketchbook he's drawing on with a pencil, inches away from it although he looks visibly ill. Weakly, he argues, "But I need to finish this..."

A small drawing underneath shows Morgana spinning around to look at Futaba, a pale girl with dyed orange hair with overgrown black roots, large circular glasses, and pale blue headphones around her neck. Her shirt is a bright yellow with a purple heart made of squares, and over it she has a pale green hoodie with the sleeves rolled up. She, like Yusuke, is also sick.

Morgana shouts at her "You too??!" to which she makes a weak groaning sound. A caption next to her reads, "Spent the entire ride reading off a screen," and has a little arrow pointing to her.

End ID.}

[rhiannonsknife]

Okay this might be long I apologise. But I’ve been really into tattoos lately, like both getting them myself but also designing and doing it on other people

sooooo, I was thinking a Nat(?) x tattooist!reader. Like maybe they were together before the crash and r was one of the first/only person who visited her after they came back

and I’m thinking like a few years later, early twenties maybe. They’re in r’s apartment, Nat pretty much lives there too. And one night they drink a little or something, and Nat asks r to tattoo her

I’m not sure what but maybe something silly like a couples tattoo or something. Maybe a sentence in r’s handwriting?

I don’t know I think it could be cute

I’m not sure which emojis are already used cause your anon list is so big now. Maybe 🦢 if it’s not taken?

── IS IT SHOWING OFF MY BRAND NEW LOWER BACK TATTOO?

— warnings: post-rescue nat. smoking. some slightly suggestive content. friends to lovers. i changed up the lore of your request a little, i hope you don’t mind 🦢 anon!

it’s late again; past midnight, probably. you stopped checking the clock ages ago, at least when nat is around. time doesn’t quite stop, it loses shape, becomes irrelevant in her presence.

the two of you are camped on the hardwood floor of your apartment, backs leaning against the couch, legs outstretched and toes brushing beneath a shared blanket that neither of you bothered pulling over your laps. the windows are cracked open, letting in just enough of the summer night air to keep the smoke from hanging too heavy in the room.

nat takes the joint from your fingers. “this is…a solid six,” she mutters after a long drag, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. “maybe a seven”

you raise a brow. “six?”

“still tastes like the shit you used to roll in high school,” she passes it back, fingers brushing yours.

you snort, tapping ash into a chipped mug. “you loved that shit in high school!”

“i loved you in high school. different bar.” nat elbows you, glancing up from beneath the messy fringe of her newly-bleached bangs.

her roots are already creeping back, the blonde a little too bright and yellow still. a few weeks ago, nat showed up on your doorstep with a box of bleach and zero instructions, told you to “fix it” and you’d spent the better part of the evening in your bathroom, gloves on, both of you giggling like teenagers again.

it felt familiar, standing behind her in that tiny space, rinsing bleach from her hair while she blinked up at you in the mirror. it felt like before: before the crash and the funerals. before the grief of thinking you had lost her found a permanent home between your ribs for 19 whole months.

“you’re such a little shit,” you mutter, handing her the joint.

“mhm,” she hums, leaning against the couch. “you’re just mad i have taste now.”

now.

now things are almost like they used to be, a soft return to old habit. anything that happened before the crash is some long forgotten, locked-up chapter that you still think about frequently but wouldn’t dare to bring up. nat has got enough on her trauma loaded plate and you’ve always assumed dragging pre-incident memories into the light wouldn’t help.

so, your memories stay buried: the party. the spin-the-bottle. the kiss and how nat touched you as if she might have done it sober, too.

“y’know,” she says. “i think i like it here.”

you glance at her sideways. “in my crumbling one-bedroom?”

nat exhales, flicking more ash into the same mug. “yeah. kinda feels like home.”

hearing those words from her catches you off guard. for months, no, years now, you’ve been trying to be that for her; somewhere, steady, somewhere safe. and even though you never said it out loud, you’d always wanted her to feel like she could land here, with you. you just never thought she actually did.

your fingers brushing nat’s once more when you reach for the joint again and bring it to your mouth. then, so casually it almost doesn’t register, she says: “do you still have your tattoo kit?”

your head turns. “…yeah?”

her eyes are still trained on the ceiling and the drifting smoke. “you ever think about giving me one?”

“you mean like…right now?”

her shoulders rise in a shrug. “why not?”

“are you high?”

“little bit.”

“you’re gonna regret that.”

“only if you fuck it up.”

you laugh, shaking your head.

“c’mon!” nat says, nudging your foot beneath the blanket.

you roll your eyes, standing. “alright. let’s do this before you change your mind.”

the tattoo kit is tucked beneath the bathroom sink, zippered into a worn black pouch. you carry it into the living room, where nat has already pulled off her top and tossed it over the back of a chair.

the sight of her topless doesn’t usually send you reeling. you’ve seen nat shirtless countless times: hot mornings, locker rooms, sleepovers back in high school when she’d sneak through your bedroom window at 2 am because she couldn’t sleep at her place…still, it feels different now.

perhaps it’s the haze, or the fact that she’s already turning, back bared and ready for you to tattoo it.

or maybe it’s just that you remember. not just the party. not just the kiss. not just the press of her lips on yours, the feeling of her hand at your waist.

everything after: the slow way she returned, piece by piece, to this version of herself. to you.

nineteen months, you thought you’d lost your best friend. now she’s here again, more than she was before, and somehow nothing has been said about what has shifted between you.

you notice it. you collect it. tiny details you never paid attention to back then now bloom in your memory like smoke rings still curling towards your ceiling: the brush of her hand when she reached for the bleach. the flash of silver at her chest, twin barbells glinting in the bathroom light as you tried not to stare. her scent when she crawls into bed with you. the taste of her spit on the joint before you bring it to your lips.

you’re building a whole archive of her, just in case.

nat already has tattoos: there’s a jagged line of symbols on her forearm, another piece stitched over her ribs that she once said “just felt right” and one bigger tattoo spanning her upper thigh you’ve never seen fully, though you’ve caught glimpses when she pads around your apartment in her underwear. then, there’s that dumb one on the inside of her lip, the “bite me” scrawled from a night out and a bet you should’ve known she’d win.

“where?” you ask, crouching beside her.

nat doesn’t turn around, only lifts a hand and taps the space between her shoulder blades. “here”

you nod, clicking open the case. “and what am i putting on you?”

“surprise me.”

“nat…”

“something small,” she says helpfully. “nothing stupid! just…i don’t know! something that feels like yours.”

so you snap on the gloves and try to steady your hands. it’s not the work itself that’s hard, it’s the trust nat puts in you to leave a permanent mark on her.

you focus on the familiar movement, sketching it lightly onto the skin of her back with fingers that won’t stop trembling, no matter how steady you try to make them. mercifully, or too high to notice, nat doesn’t ask what it is.

“you’re quiet,” she points out, her head tilted to the side as she smokes the last bit of the joint. “should i be worried?”

“no,” you murmur. “just trying not to fuck up.”

even with her back turned to you, you hear the smile in her voice. “you won’t. you’re good with your hands.”

you pause, needle hovering an inch above skin, suddenly not breathing. she doesn’t turn around, only takes another slow drag and exhales, smoke rising above her head.

“okay,” you say. “you’re gonna feel a little-”

“stabbing,” nat finishes. this time she does turn, lips twitching. “yeah. i remember.”

“then relax.”

the machine buzzes to life and you begin, the needle breaking skin in short, precise strokes. with one palm pressing against her skin to keep her in position, and your legs bracket hers where she’s sitting (still half-naked), you’re impossibly close to her.

you try not to think about the proximity as you work. not about the piercings, a flash of silver when her shirt rides up, or how your knuckles keep brushing the soft skin just beside them. not about the fact that she sleeps in your bed now, half the week, limbs tangled in your sheets. sometimes she wears a shirt. sometimes she doesn’t. and whether she notices the way you notice or just doesn’t care, you’ve never found the nerve to ask.

to keep the memories at bay, you try focusing on other things instead: the shimmer of sweat at the nape of nat’s neck, the faint freckles scattered across her spine.

even that backfires.

now all your brain can do is wonder what would happen if you leaned in and kissed her right there, soothing the stinging sensation of the needle.

you don’t, of course.

you finish the linework, wipe down the ink and wrap the fresh tattoo, smooth and professional, as if your hands haven’t been shaking since you first touched nat’s skin.

this is where you should step back, say it’s done and offer her the mirror. let her go.

your hand lingers, though, on skin still warm to the touch.

without thinking, you lean forward and press a kiss above the tattoo.

nat shudders.

her breath catches and doesn’t settle again. the pain’s over, the needle quiet, and you’ve barely touched her at all. still her body is reacting.

at first, she doesn’t move or speak: she just sits there, back turned to you, as if movement could ruin this.

when she does shift, it’s silent, afraid to break whatever is holding your moment suspended. nat’s eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up again, seeing if you’ll look away.

you meet her gaze and hold it, your heart hammering somewhere deep in your chest. her hand lifts, fingertips brushing against the hem of your shirt.

still, you hesitate. still, she waits.

it’s unbearable, that tiny space between you, so close her breath is warming your cheek, waiting for you to move.

and then, finally, gravity wins out over whatever instinct has been trying to keep you apart and you kiss her. it’s nothing like the party, not clumsy and drunk or full of laughter: this is months of restraint unraveling in an instant.

her lips are dry from smoke, soft despite it and her hands come up, curling into the fabric of your shirt (unlike nat, you are wearing one still).

you tilt into her, heat flashing beneath your skin.

her knees part to make room for you between them and the kiss deepens. her fingers slip to the back of your neck, thumb brushing along your jaw, and shivers run through your entire body.

nat makes a soft sound and pulls you closer, as if that single reaction was all she needed. you taste weed on her tongue. salt. her.

you taste her.

“fuck,” nat whispers, her tongue slipping past your lips before you can come up with anything to say in return.

she leans in again, kissing you harder now. following the pull of her body as she leans into you, you shift until there’s nowhere else for her to go but back; her spine arching, pressed flush to the cushions, your weight settling over her.

her hands slide up, trailing over your jaw, your neck, pulling you closer.

then nat tenses. her breath catches sharply and a pained sound leaves her. “shit,” she gasps, jerking back with a wince. “fuck- fuck!”

you pull away instantly, heart hammering. “what? did i-”

“back,” she winces, reaching a hand around to hover near the fresh wrap. “just- bad angle. forgot about the tattoo.”

you chuckle, collapsing beside her.

nat groans, draping an arm over her face. “you had to stab me and seduce me? fucking cruel!”

“seduce?” you echo. “who says anything about seducing you?”

she peeks at you from under her arm, deadpan. “you kissed my spine!”

“you asked for something that felt like mine!”

that shuts her up. her mouth opens like she might say protest, but no words come out.

“…so,” she does say eventually. “what if i wanted another one?”

you glance at her, the corners of your mouth twitching. “we’ll see how this one heals”

nat hums at that before she pushes herself upright and shifts closer, knees pressing into the couch as she climbs into your lap. grinning now, nat tucks her hair behind her ear, eyes never leaving yours. “i wasn’t talking about the tattoo,” she says.

— a/n: needless to say i don’t know shit about tattooing! i tried to write it in a way that leaves the design/motive up to your imagination, so this probably isn’t the most accurate portrayal, sorry in advance to any real tattoo artists out there! 😭

[iinterstellaarr]

imagine having a crush on highschool!suguru geto…

you were always able to hear him before you saw him. okay, maybe not him, but definitely his best friend. it was hard to ever see suguru alone, he was usually attached at the hip with satoru or hanging around shoko. although, at night, he was always with you

the air was crisp on your cheeks and the sound of your shoes crunching against the snow was one of the only sounds you could hear. two drinks clinked together in your plastic shopping bag when you made it to the park by your house. the swings swung gently against the cold wind. to some, the sight was eerily reminiscent of those liminal spaces you’d see online, but to you, this was a place of comfort. you found your spot on the middle swing and kicked your legs back and forth gently.

this was your routine. you’d go to the convenience store, grab a drink for you and suguru and you’d talk. his voice always calmed you down after a long day of school work and you could tell letting him vent his frustrations or even just have someone else to talk too helped.

“hey.” his hair draped over his face with a sort of elegance, although his eyes said anything but. he always looked tired. that was the first thing you noticed about sugurus eyes, well, second to the piercing black color of them.

“i was wondering where you were,” you pulled out a green tea and gently handed it to him as he sat on the swing next to you

“satoru wanted to play overwatch and i told him i was going to bed soon so i couldn’t.” he tucked the long bangs away from his face while he talked to you, it was almost like he was pulling away the curtain he put up around everyone else.

“ooo, bad boy lying to his best friend to go sneak out and meet a girl? how would satoru ever manage if he found out?” you dramatically drapped your hand across your forehead with faux worry. his lips tugged into a small smile at your antics

“he’d be just fine if he knew” suguru rolled his eyes and chuckled. his laughter was deep and it made your chest feel like it was vibrating. something about suguru held such an intense mystery. it was a miracle you and him became so close, and it’s a miracle he let you in close enough to grow a blooming crush for you.

“no, i’m quite sure he’d go up to you tomorrow with bright red cheeks and huff about your treacherous ways.” you hypothesized, satoru was always one for the theatrics, even if he never meant all the drama that came with him. it made you smile when you’d see him and suguru standing next to each other. suguru had an aura of mystery while satorus mystery was a deeper issue that he angrily pushed to the side, that much of satoru you could read. the rest was written in a different language from your mother tongue unfortunately.

suguru laughs and it sends you to another planet. his small chuckle always means the world too you, even if you hear it all the time.

“he’ll be fine. i promise.” he tips his head back and takes a sip of the drink you brought. you look out onto the snowy playground and reminisce on the times you and suguru would come here as kids.

“we’ve known each other for a while, huh?” you looked over at suguru who seemed to be remembering as well

“yeah, i remember when you thought it’d be a good idea to jump off that slide and broke your arm.” he pointed to a curly yellow slide and you huffed

“oh give me a break, i was like seven” he shrugged and turned to you, smiling

“and i told you it was a bad idea, but no,” you pushed him slightly and he steadied his swing with his long legs.

“i can’t believe we’re gonna be graduating soon” you stand up with a huff and walk over to the play set with a sad smile

“just 5 more months, then me and satoru will become sorcerers and you’re gonna have to get a real job” he follows you, his shoes crunching in the thin layer of frost with each step

“i’m sad.” you looked back at suguru who seemed confused

“why?” he watched as you lightly touched the shiny yellow slide, the plastic freezing under your touch.

“we’re gonna become strangers”

“whoah, who said anything about that?” he almost looked offended you would suggest he would forget you

“well, you’ll be busy with all the sorcerers stuff. i’m gonna be busy with…life. there’s gonna be hardly any time to hang out.” you shrug slightly

“well yeah, but we’ll make time”

“we hardly make time now. these meetings are the only time we actually see each other.” you sat down on the cool slide, suguru crouching in front of you

he seemed lost for words, or maybe lost in thought? you could never read him which pissed you off to no end. you wished you could jump in his brain and see exactly what he was thinking

“we’ll run away.”

you laugh curtly at his suggestion

“i’m being serious, fuck all the sorcery shit. me and you, we’ll run away.”

you never took his suggestion seriously

that was until he actually did run away,

forgetting you in the process.

part two here!

[4ngelrealm]

𝘂𝗸𝘆𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗳𝘀

𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲 lipstick prints. summer pop. white dresses. bedazzled microphone. yellow and baby blue. iconic blondie. tanned skin. love letters. lace. raunchy lyrics. block heels. cursive writing. victoria secret collab. electric guitar. cherries and lipgloss. bedazzled platform boots. pearl necklaces. coachella headliner. silk dresses.

𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 late nights. comfy slippers. princess aesthetic. piano. white confetti. ballerina flats and leg warmers. bows. half-up, half-down hair. cinnamon buns. bambi eyes. dark pink lip combo. casual streaming. pearl chrome nails. soft girl. comfy recording studio. layered necklaces. tulip flowers. pink and white. lollipops. glasses.

𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹��𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘆 sports jerseys. gold jewelery. iconic hair. dance pop. cheetah print. big f1 fan. waist chain. dancer first. flirty and sexy. bright lights. city girl. light freckles. smiley. paparazzi. tanned skin. star studded. caramel highlights. late night drives. silhouettes. sunglasses. flexibility. camera flashes. tangled headphones. nude lipstick. lace bras.

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻 lyricist. black and white. hair bows. light feminine. smiley. acoustic guitar. vintage photobooth. long dresses. journaling. minimalism. floral. long sleeves. mirrorball. silver jewelery. curtain bangs. believes in fate and soulmates. candid photos. hazy mornings. brown paper wrapped flowers. blue jeans. t-swifts daughter. baby tees.

𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹 rockstar girlfriend. red lipstick. red and purple. digital camera. leather bodysuits. layered necklaces. winged eyeliner. chunky rings. vienna. combat boots. edgy. lipstick on mirrors. teen angst icon. hair clips. ripped fishnets. chipped nail polish. electric guitar. lovergirl. smudged makeup. empty streets. sparkly eyeshadow.

𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 alt-popstar. lace dress. tattoos. fallen angel. silver jewelery. white microphone. sexy stage prescence. jet black hair. aesthetic music videos. nirvanna fan. long, sharp nails. sad girl. natural brunette. black outfit, white details. running mascara. melancholy. smudged lipstick. leather car seats. pretty poison. babydoll dresses.

just something simple while I try to get motivated for other things.

[kittydoodle]

[ID: Art of a laidback humanoid alien OC, holding up a peace sign with a bright yellow, orange, green, pink, and black checkerboard-patterned skateboard propped on his shoulder. She has teal skin that fades to yellow extremities, shaggy blue neck-length hair with bangs that cover his eyes, a long tail, and short antennae. He has piercings and she's wearing a large black and grey striped t-shirt with a cross on it, a white long-sleeved shirt under it, black sandals, and baggy black pants with checker-patterned straps hanging off the side. She also has necklaces, bracelets, and rings. End ID.]

my awesome new oc lyler (named after lylers gorks), she/he

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Red Berries - Din Djarin X GN Reader

Title: Red Berries

Din Djarin X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Grogu, townspeople (Mentioned), merchants (Mentioned), and a nice old lady

WC: 2,137

Warnings: Nicknames, teasing, banter, flirting, the use of "daddy" but not in a suggestive way, family fluff, and fluff

Humming, you cradled Grogu in your arms, bright eyes drifting from one market stand to the next. The three of you had landed on a quiet outer-rim planet to refuel and rest for a few days, and to your surprise, it wasn’t half bad. The planet’s name escaped you at the very moment, but it reminded you of Tatoonie, but less sand, if that made sense. It did to you, after all, it was your home planet. This planet, however, not only had sand, but lots of green, luscious grass to walk on, tall trees, and vivid wildflowers. It was nice and warm, with a slight breeze in the air, carrying the scent of citrus and sandalwood. There were even a few friendly faces. 

You had been traveling with Din for a long time - even before Grogu came into the picture - so you were a bit used to ship life. However, you longed to feel the sun’s warm rays kiss your skin. It had been a while since your last stop, and you could tell that Grogu was feeling particularly restless. He was fussing more than usual, so you chalked that up to him needing a change in scenery, maybe run around a bit. So, you were very happy and relieved to see Grogu flail his little arms in excitement at all the new sights, smells, and sounds. 

You smiled to yourself as Grogu wiggled in your arms, the melody still on your lips as you searched for something sweet to share with him later. As you walked with a bit of a pep in your step, you spun, earning a delighted giggle from Grogu, making you chuckle in adoration in return. A few steps behind you, Din watched - amused, unbeknownst to most. On the outside, his helmet allowed him to remain expressionless. 

But, somehow, despite the helmet, you could always see straight through him. 

Grogu’s wide eyes suddenly lit up as they locked onto something ahead. In an instant, his tiny hands reached out in front of him, making eager little grabby gestures that made you pause mid-step. You followed his gaze, curious, until your eyes landed on a small market stand tucked between a booth of woven fabrics and a merchant selling handmade trinkets made of glass. The stand was overflowing with wooden bowls of vibrant fruit. Plump yellow piths, spiky green melons, and nestled in the center, a generous basket of glossy red berries. They gleamed in the sunlight, their skin taut and smooth, dotted with little seeds. Grogu’s eyes were locked onto them and he gave another soft coo of longing, clearly enchanted and absolutely certain he needed those berries.

You chuckled under your breath, adjusting your hold as you approached the stand. With a kind smile, you greeted the fruit seller - an older woman with weather hands and soft grey hair tied back in a loose braid with golden beads. You shifted Grogu to rest comfortably on your hip, freeing on hand as you leaned in to examine the berries.

“How much for some of the red ones?” You asked, nodding toward the basket.

The woman returned your smile, eyes warm as she looked between you and the eager little creature. “A Credit a pound, sweetheart,” She replied in a gentle voice, brushing her fingers through her bangs and away from her eyes, “They’re fresh-picked this morning.” Before you could say anything more, or even reach for your Credit purse, Din’s gloved hand moved into your peripheral vision as he handed the older woman three Credits. She glanced up at him, a little surprised but grateful, and gave him a nod. “Thank you, sir.” She said, already beginning to carefully scoop three pounds of the red berries into a cloth bag.

You sighed, a touch amused, and looked up at Din’s profile. “You know I was more than willing to pay for him myself,” You murmured, one eyebrow raised.

“I know.” He said through his voice modulator, looking down at you.

You met his gaze. Well, as best you could through the black slit of his helmet. The two of you just stood there for a moment, silently locked in a quiet exchange only the two of you seemed to understand.

Then the woman’s voice broke through the stillness, cheerful and gentle as she handed over the bag. “Here you go, dear. Anything else you need?”

Din took the bag before you could, wordlessly, and you looked down at Grogu still nestled in your arms. His big eyes were already drifting toward another stall in the distance. Raising a hand, you gently ran your finger along the curve of one of his soft ears, a touch so light it made it twitch. He turned his head and blinked, looking up at you, inquisitive. 

“Do you want anything else, my little love?” You asked sweetly, bouncing him lightly on your hip. Grogu let out a happy gurgle, already half-lost in whatever had caught his attention next. You chuckled and turned back to the woman. “I think that will be it, thank you.” You said sincerely.

“Of course, dear. You three have a good day now.” She replied warmly, waving as you started walking again.

~~~

Sitting at the small table near the compact kitchen of the ship, you giggled softly as you handed Grogu another berry. His tiny fingers were stained pink, matching the sticky corners of his mouth. He took the berry in both of hands, a pleased little hum escaping him as he popped it into his mouth. You reached over with a clean cloth, gently dabbing at the mess he was making, your heart full at the sight.

“Oh, look at you,” You cooed, voice tender as you carefully wiped the juice from his chin. “At this rate,” You teased, grabbing another berry for him, “They’re all going to be gone before dinner.” You arched a brow at him playfully. “You wouldn’t do that, would you, my love? We must save some.” You propped up your elbow on the table, “And three pounds of this stuff? Your daddy just loves to spoil you.” Grogu seemed to ignore you, biting into the berry as you leaned in closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’ve got the sweetest face,” You whispered, watching as he shoved the berry happily into his mouth. “You know that? Sweetest in the whole galaxy.”

You smiled as he demolished the berry with delight, his little hands now thoroughly stained and sticky. With a soft chuckle, you reached for the cloth bag and folded it closed, setting it aside before taking the clean cloth again and wiping the remnants of juice from his face and fingers. You were careful and slow, cooing little reassurances as he squirmed, too full and content to protest much.

Once he was clean, you gathered him back into your arms, holding him snugly to your chest. A soft sigh escaped you as he nuzzled in closer, his tiny hands clutching the fabric of your clothing with a secure, sleepy grip. You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, heart full as his warmth settled against you. Cradling him, you stood and crossed the small space to tuck the berries safely into the kitchen storage. As you moved, your hips swayed gently, instinctively rocking him with every step. His eyes blinked slowly up at you, fighting off the inevitable pull of sleep, and then he let out a big, squeaky yawn, his ears twitching as his little face relaxed.

Before you even realized it, he had fallen asleep. His tiny form completely melted against your chest, breathing slow and even. You resumed humming without thinking, a soft lullaby that your mother used to sing to you when you were a child. Swaying gently, you couldn’t look away from the little one, eyes tracing over the small rise and fall of his chest, the way his ears twitched every now and then, the soft slope of his little nose, and the way he still held onto you even in sleep. 

You hadn’t expected it, not at first. But from the moment Din had brought him aboard the Crest, something in you shifted. Those wide, curious doe eyes had latched onto your heart before you even realized it. He was the most precious thing you’d ever seen, and as the days passed, you found yourself seeking him out. Holding him, talking to him, keeping him close when Din was busy flying or off tracking a bounty.

It was gradual, this bond, but undeniable. One day you were helping keep him entertained, and the next… It was as if he had always been yours. You soothed his cries, made him laugh, tucked him in when the ship dimmed for the night. Somehow, he had become yours just as much as he was Din’s. And now, holding him like this, his little hand clutching at you even in sleep, you knew you’d walk through blaster fire for him. 

From the doorway, Din watched silently. His arms were crossed, shoulder leaning against the frame, but his eyes were fixed on you. On the way your body moved instinctively, rocking Grogu with all the care and safety in the galaxy. A tight, warm feeling settled in his chest. You looked so natural like that. Soft, protective, calm. And Grogu, completely at peace in your arms. You and Grogu - his little world. His family. He didn’t know how long he had been standing there, only that it was hard to look away. But, then he made up his mind and moved, careful to quiet his footsteps as he made his way over to you. You didn’t raise your head, still focused on the little one in your arms, but you felt him the moment he stopped at your side.

“How many did he eat?” Din asked softly, his voice low and slightly amused beneath the modulator.

You glanced up at him with a quiet smile, your humming fading. “Not many. I stopped him at eight.”

“Eight,” He repeated, a small tilt of his helmet betraying his disbelief. “And that’s not many?”

You chuckled under your breath, eyes drifting back down to Grogu. “He was persuasive. Gave me the look.”

“The look?”

You nodded sagely. “You know… Big eyes. Head tilt. Little whimper. You know the one.”

Din hummed, and though his helmet hid his expression, the fondness in his tone was clear. “Yeah. I know the one.”

There was a pause, comfortable, filled only by the quiet hum of the ship and Grogu’s gentle breathing, before Din’s gloved hand lifted. He reached out and brushed a few strands of hair from your face, his touch light, barely there. You leaned into the gesture instinctively, your body relaxing at the contact.

“I should put him down for his nap,” You whispered, voice laced with reluctance.

Din didn’t say anything at first. His hand hovered a second longer before retreating slowly, like he wasn’t quite ready to pull away either. “I might take a nap too.” You murmured, keeping your voice low, “Before dinner.” You looked back up at him, a slow smile tugging at your lips, “You could join me… Y’know, if you don’t hog the blanket again.”

“That was one time, cyar’ika.”

You raised an eyebrow, “One time that ended in an unwanted game of tug of war.”

There was a beat of silence, and then a faint puff of air came through his modulator. “I’ll allow you fifty-five percent of the blanket,” He offered dryly.

“Sixty-five or I walk.”

“Sixty,” He countered.

You hummed in thought before giving him a small, triumphant grin. “Deal.” You giggled softly, cradling Grogu closer as you started to move toward the sleeping alcove; Din fell into step beside you.

Together, you gently tucked Grogu into his little nest, bringing the blanket up to his chin and brushing a kiss to his forehead. He didn’t stir, already deep in dreams. You moved quietly, slipping into something soft and comfortable before climbing into bed yourself. Then, the mattress dipped beside you. In the dark, you turned, barely making out his silhouette before Din settled in beside you, free of his armor and helmet. Your fingers lifted instinctively, brushing along his cheek. The stubble there rasped against your skin, and even though you’d felt it before, it still lit a flutter in your chest like the very first time.

He leaned in, and your noses brushed, lingering. A breath apart from a kiss. “You’re warm,” He murmured.

“You’re stealing the blanket again,” You whispered back, smiling into the space between you.

Din’s voice was low, almost amused. “Guess we’ll just have to share it, then.”

You let out a soft laugh, eyes fluttering closed as your forehead rested gently against his. “Guess we will.”

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The Mary Celeste—Chapter 1

Synopsis: You’re a grad student who starts digging into a decades-old unsolved mystery for your thesis. When you uncover a dark conspiracy, you’re forced to enlist the help of your reluctant professor, Agatha Harkness. 

Chapter: 1/10 (The Fellowship)

Series Warnings: Academic suspense, historical intrigue, enemies to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut, fem reader, age difference, WLW

Chapter Warnings: Super hot Prof!Agatha 🥵, mentions of parental death

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You stared at the journal in your hands, fingers tracing the familiar frayed edges of your father’s handwriting. The ink was starting to fade, and the paper had yellowed with age, but the words still cut through you like knife. The last entry, dated a few days before the accident, had been scribbled hastily: “Find the manifest.”

You closed the journal with a decisive snap and tossed it onto your cluttered desk. You had been up all night, reading and re-reading your acceptance letter into the Archival Society, still not quite believing it. You had spent weeks agonizing over your fellowship application and waiting to hear back. Now it was finally secured.

Professor Franklin, the university’s most distinguished and legendary history teacher, selected a single grad student each semester to mentor. Being the archival fellow was an enormous honor that came with special privileges. You’d benefit from his personal knowledge and guidance. You’d also have access to several private libraries and collections within the department. You allowed yourself a brief, triumphant smile. Now, nothing could stop you from continuing your father’s work.

Standing up, you caught your reflection in the mirror across the room and stilled, struck by the familiar face peering back at you. You had inherited more than just your father’s insatiable curiosity. You favored him—gray eyes, blonde hair, mischevious smile—especially as you got older. You suddenly wished you could talk to him, tell him about the plan you had set in motion. The desire was so intense and visceral that you actually felt a physical ache in your chest. 

The sound of your phone buzzing interrupted your thoughts, and you glanced at the time. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized you were late for class—and not just any class. The American Folklore seminar was taught by none other than Professor Franklin. Grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder, you shot out the door, hoping you wouldn’t be too late to sneak into the back of the lecture hall unnoticed. 

Your sneakers slapped against the pavement as you rushed across campus, the early fall morning sun casting long shadows. You had been at the university for a few weeks now, but it still felt like a maze—an endless labyrinth of stone buildings and echoing hallways. 

Outside the lecture hall, you paused to gather yourself, running a hand through your long wavy hair and straightening your Oxford button-down shirt. Then you opened the door and slipped inside. 

It was dark in the hall. When your eyes had adjusted, you spotted an empty seat a few rows down and began creeping toward it. You had almost reached your destination when your bag caught on someone’s books and they fell to the floor with a loud bang. 

You winced as several heads turned, and the professor’s voice paused. Glancing up at the lectern, you frowned in surprise. Instead of Professor Franklin, you saw a woman. She had long brown hair and dark blue eyes which were currently fixed on you.

“Sorry,” you said, voice cracking.

“By all means, make yourself comfortable,” she drawled, sounding bored. “We’ll wait.”

She pulled on a pair of reading glasses and glanced at a piece of paper on her dais, as if cross-referencing something. Then she called your first and last name, and you froze again like a deer in headlights. 

“This isn’t a trick question, pet,” she purred, and a few other students sniggered. “I have to ask for attendance.” 

“Present,” you said, cheeks flushing bright red. 

“Hmm.” She tapped the paper with one long finger and arched an eyebrow at you. “See me after class.” 

“Yes, Professor,” you said. 

Finally, after a few more agonizing seconds of silence in which you shuffled to the nearest available desk, she resumed her lecture. You pulled out a notebook and pen, slouching low in your seat.

“As I was saying,” she said, a tight, deadly smile lighting up her angular features. “Professor Franklin has taken a medical leave of absence.“

Your head snapped up, your mouth parting slightly in surprise. Was it your imagination, or did this woman’s dark gaze linger on you, as if gauging your reaction?

“My name is Dr. Agatha Harkness,” she continued. “Professor of Medieval Folklore, and I’ll be filling in for the rest of the semester.”   

Most of what came next—an overview of modifications to the syllabus, a walkthrough of expectations for research papers, office hours—you missed, unable to concentrate as you processed the bitterly disappointing news about Professor Franklin. 

He had been your golden ticket, a guaranteed ally in the critical research you had planned over the coming months. Without him, everything hung in the balance. You needed to regroup, strategize, figure out your next move.

Before you knew it,  Dr. Harkness was dismissing the class. You stayed seated as the lights came on and everyone collected their belongings, exiting the hall en masse. Finally, it was just the two of you. 

“So,” she called softly, voice echoing in the empty room. “You’re the Archival Fellow.” 

You nodded, uncertain what to say. 

She removed the wire-framed reading glasses which were still perched on the end of her long nose.

“Come down here, pet,” she said finally. “Let me get a look at you.” 

You stood and descended the few steps until you were standing directly across the lectern from her. She leaned forward, mouth pursed in a thoughtful half-smile. You met her gaze evenly, trying not to feel intimidated. Agatha Harkness was strikingly beautiful. Her hawkish eyes were bright, predatory. When she licked her lips, you had the mad urge to kiss them…or to run for your life. 

“What happened to Professor Franklin?” You asked, hoping your voice didn’t sound as breathy as it felt. 

“That silly old fool.” She rolled her eyes, but her tone was surprisingly gentle when she spoke. “Overworked himself, no doubt. Something to do with his heart.” 

“Oh,” you said, a fresh wave of disappointment washing over you. It was difficult to determine the most diplomatic way to ask your next question. Luckily, Professor Harkness took pity on you. 

“Not to worry,” she said shrewdly, seeing straight through your thinly veiled concern. “I’ll be making myself available throughout the duration of your fellowship. I understand your thesis is focused on an early 20th century shipwreck?” 

“Not exactly,” you hedged. “It’s a ghost ship. The Mary Celeste.” 

Dr. Harkness’s hand stilled. For a brief moment, you could have sworn there was a flicker of genuine surprise, maybe even fear in her eyes. But just as quickly, it was gone.

“I see,” she snorted. “How mysterious.” 

You felt a ripple of irritation, but tamped it down. Clearly you had gotten off on the wrong foot with this woman. Taking a steadying breath, you decided to try a different approach. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m looking forward to working with you, Dr. Harkness,” you said, schooling your expression into something warm and animated. “Your expertise in folklore will provide such a valuable lens to my research.” 

“Oh, flattery,” Professor Harkness laughed, gathering up her papers. “Now I see why Franklin chose you, pretty thing with a pretty mouth.”

The smile slipped off your face, replaced by a deep flush of uncharacteristic shyness that you tried to pass off as outrage. 

“Nothing personal, pet,” she assured you, seemingly unfazed by your reaction. “But I operate a little differently than Franklin. You may have charmed the old man, but I’m not so easy to impress.” 

Her heels clicked sharply on the floor as she walked away from you. She had almost made it out the door by the time you found your voice. 

“I earned my right to be here,” you said, shaking with fury. “And I didn’t come this far just to be insulted by some professor whose name I’ve never even heard.” 

She stilled on the threshold and you held your breath, preparing for the backlash. But instead, Agatha hummed in approval.

“So,” she purred. “The fawn has fangs.”

Then, with a dark chuckle, she was gone. 

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch7 Date Weekend: Sunday

(Or alternative title- Obligatory anime shopping montage. Just an excuse for Y/n to get to know everyone before the real romance starts. I'm using the chart above as headcannons ages for Sanemi's sibs for a modern au for future reference. Short chapter. 

Warnings for some nudity mentioned but nothing NSFW.

Hearts conquered so far: Mitsuri and Gyomei and secretly Kanae.)

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Bright sunlight shown down from the sky and illuminated the entire world in a nice warm glow. Soon fall would be hear turning the leaves shades of yellows, reds, oranges, and brown. Cold weather would soon follow after with the spookiest day of the year right around the year before eventually snow would fall and bring with it icy sidewalks and the likelihood of being pelted by snowballs. 

So it was a good idea to get out and enjoy the warm weather while you could.

"Dammit! Im fine!" Obanai scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes but didn't stop his girlfriend from pushing his bangs from his face to frown at him.

"But what if you get lost?"

"We're going on a hiking trip to see a waterfall and then we're going to the movies," he deadpanned, "It's not like we're going skydiving."

"I know but what if you run into a wolf? Or a wild bear?! "

His hands were held up bluntly. "We'll be fine. It's not the first time we've been in the woods. You go have fun at the mall."

She still frowned at him but didn't argue- Only reach over to give him a big kiss to his forehead leaving a red lipstick mark he'd wipe off later. Right now they were in front of the local park waiting for everyone else to arrive. Most of them were already there, minus Shinobu who needed to wrap up some last minute emails concerning her part time job at an office and Gyomei who was coming by bus after picking up his .. Girlfriend? Did she count as his girlfriend if they've only been on three dates? He guessed they were still just casually dating right now and testing the waters. Y/n seemed like a nice girl or 'unicorn' as Shinobu put it but he still wasn't too sure what to think..She seemed ok at least to him. Maybe that'll change later but who knows?

The sounds of the park around them continued through the air as kids ran around giggling and squealing their little heads off playing. Swings to be swung, slides to slide, and jungle gyms to climb. Lots of little smiles on little cute faces running around playing or toddling after parents walking around. Or in Sanemi's case allowing his little brothers and sisters to be climb all over him where he stood eating an energy bar in one hand while his other arm was slowly lifted up and down with two little boys and one little girl clinging to him. Three of his little siblings with a fourth standing just standing off to the side. The second oldest other than himself. No doubt babysitting a few of their little siblings today.

Kanae was letting one of their other little sisters mess with her hair and admire how pretty she was. She was rather pretty. However the sounds of a little PING sound took his attention off his friends and towards the pocket on Mitsuri's right side as her hand automatically dug out her phone and looked at the screen. 

"It's Shino! She says she's running late so she's just heading to the mall to meet us there."

"Oh. That's convenient." He didn't think they'd be able to leave on their hiking trip until Mrs. Shinazugawa came back to take over her youngest children. "Anything else from Mei?"

She shook and one of her braids smacked against his cheek. "Nope! But the bus should be here soon! Ooh! This is gonna be so much fun!"

Considering if they'll get here already. They were taking so long and it was already painful enough to have to fork over fifty bucks after loosing that stupid game Tengen decided to make them do. Sigh. Oh well still better than loosing a hundred dollars each. He didn't want to lose that too-

"THEY'RE HERE!"

Well it's about time!

The tall, unmistakable form of Gyomei walked down the road and started making his way towards them walking slower than normal because of the smaller woman walking next to him holding his arm. You smiled at them all and waved an arm at them all as you got close enough to be heard.

"It's about time you all showed up. I was starting to grow a beard from how long it took."

"My apologies." Gyomei smiled despite his apology. "But we're here now. Is everyone else here?"

"Except Shinobu. She's gonna meet the girls at the mall. We still gotta wait for Sanemi's mom to come back before we leave too-" he gestured behind him at the giggling little kids despite Gyomei obviously not being able to see them. "-but she should be back anytime now. The girls can go ahead and leave." 

"Are you sure?" Mitsuri gave him a puppy eyed look. 

"Yeah. We'll be fine. You girls go enjoy your frilly spa day. Well meet up with you after Sanemi drags us to the movies."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

It wasn't him her cupping his face and gifting him a giant smooth to the forehead before excitedly looping an arm around your arm and excitedly began to pull you towards the other girls. In fact you were barely able to shout a goodbye to Gyomei before the unusually strong woman literally dragged you off towards the other girls. They were all there except for Shinobu whom Mitsuri briefed you about meeting you all there, and Kanae who had to wrestle one of Sanemi's baby sisters off her before joining you all there. Mitsuri and Suma both super giddy with excitement.

"This is gonna be great! We're going shopping and then to Salan,Sauna, and Beyond!"

..You blinked. "What's Salon, Sauna, and Beyond?"

As if you had insulted her,her family, her friends, and cat- Suma gasped so loud you jumped as she clutched her turtleneck. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SALON, SAUNA, AND BEYOND IS?!"

"Um. No? Should I?"

"YES!," She yelled at you waving her arms around, "It's like only the greatest place ever to get your nails done and get pedicures and it has like these REALLY good massages that help melt stress awa- HEY!!"

MAKIO shoved her head aside with a hand with a deadpanned look. "It's a salon and spa with an attaching sauna room and one. It's a pretty popular place to go unwind and relax."

"Oh. I've never been there before."

"YOU'VE NEVER BEEN THERE?!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPEAT IT, BLOCKHEAD!!"

"Kanae, tell her to stop being mean to me!"

"Ok. Let's calm down now. C'mon. We don't want to end up missing our bus."

Hinatsuru was lightly surprised you didn't run away or show annoyance at the fighting but remained smiling as Kanae hered the still arguing wives towards the bus station where you first arrived with Gyomei. It also turns out the boys were not going to be going with all of you like they did Friday night and all day Saturday when you weren't around. Instead they planned on having a few hours to just bond with the boys as the girls just bonded with each other which includes a nature hike, movie Sanemi insisted on dragging them too, and then they planned to go somewhere to eat before meeting back up with the girls near the end of the day at the sauna. Sounded like a plan. 

The ride to the mall was pretty generic. On the way there you sat by Mitsuri and talked with her about your pets. Her cats and bunnies and your goldfish you named Goldielocks.  It was a peaceful ride up to the ginormous building that was your city's local mall complete with a lot of stores inside. And conveniently waiting for you all in the parking lot was Shinobu, eating what looked like a granola bar while she was waiting for you all to show up by the entrance. It got a raised brow from Makio.

"Really?"

Shinobu shrugged again looking at you all. "You all were taking too long. I got hungry and ate something."

"Too long? It's eight in the morning still!"

"Let's not fight anyone! I wanna swing by CePora's! They have this new Summer's End eye shadow palette I've been wanting!" 

"I think the yellows and oranges would look good on Makio," you added trying to get the group moving, "Let's go in and see if it's still there!" Your arm gestured towards the large building.

Luckily that seemed to have worked and the group ended up being dragged by Mitsuri all the way to the escalator and up to the second floor where she then proceeded to not stop until she was dashing through the automatic front doors of the famous make up chain of stores. It was ok. You got a cute little compact mirror in the shape of a Tanuki so it all worked out before someone directed your group towards the check out and then a few different stores. This time a few clothes stores.

Honestly you were surprised one mall could have five different clothes stores and no one seemed to care. 

Your attention was mainly upon the plethora of outfits Suma and Mitsuri thrusted into your arms and insisted you try on because-

"You'd look even cuter next to Gyomei if you wore these!"

Nice to know that they cared about their friend at leas and you did end up liking a few of the outfits so that was a plus. Until Hinatsuru pointed out something with a gentle hand on your shoulder. 

"Hey. We've been going to all the places we like. It's not fair to Y/n to just drag her everywhere without stopping where she wants to go as our guest. Let's go where she wants." She smiled at you. "Pick wherever you want to go, Y/n."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Where do you want to go?"

"Well, there's a bookstore here that has a new recipe book on deserts from Canada I'd really like to get."

"Consider it done!"

It was a nice trip to said bookstore where Mitsuri bought herself at least three romance novels and you think Shinobu got herself a book of space sciences. It was another small thrift store or two before it had occured to you all that it was noon already and you all were very hungry. Mitsuri's immediately reaction was to suggest going to the resident cat cafe, but knowing her appetite Shinobu suggested that you all go to the other mall restaurant that had an all you can eat buffet instead. Yeah. That was probably the better idea considering that Mitsuri had finished off her twelveth plate by 12:45 and about ready to go back for her thirteenth. You weren't even done with your own plate yet but giggled as she looked at you in question before you held up a napkin to her and smiled sweetly.

"Here. You have some gravy on your cheek from the mashed potatoes."

She blinked at the kind gesture but smiled widely. "Thanks!"

It was a mutual agreement that they approved of your gesture by the many smiles you've gotten from them. "So, Y/n. How's your day so far?"

You beamed brightly. "It's been wonderful! I can't remember the last time I've had so much fun!"

"Don't you go to the mall?"

You shook your head. "Only sometimes if I need to pick up something or if I'm shopping with my family. I don't really have a lot of friends who're free or like to go shopping with me."

"You don't have friends?"

"Well...Not a lot. My one friend is usually working and studying hard for his bachelor's and he's already busy enough with his boyfriend so we don't get to hang out as much as we used to."

"AW! That's so sad! It's ok!" You were suddenly grasped up into the arms of one pink haired girl who squeezed you tight enough to make you wheezed and pop a few of your bones as she hugged you to her. "We'll be your friends now! We can go on trips and I can do your nails and-"

"Mitsi! You're suffocating her there!"

Green eyes blinked before looking down at your pale face before she squealed out and pushed you away with a worried look. "Sorry, sorry, sorry! Oh my gosh! Are you ok?!"

You slowly gasped a lungful of air after getting squeezed like a lemon before nodding. "Y-Yeah. I'm ok." 

If you counted being squeezed like an orange ok. But you weren't going to fault her for it especially since she's been so nice to you so far. After a moment of you all just talking, mostly about what they were doing for classes starting Monday tomorrow or what they all did at the beach together yesterday when the waiter stopped by the large table to collect the dirty dishes ..and gave an annoyed dirty look at Mitsuri who was scarfing down the remainder of her thirteenth plate before adding it to the stack he had to take away eventually.

"Eh...Is there anything else I can get you ladies?," he asked despite still eyeing the stack of plates with narrowed eyes. His tone not hiding his annoyance either.

"Can I get some of the devil's food cake on the menu?" Mitsuri beamed up at him widely as his nose wrinkled up. 

"I'm sorry but we're OUT," he bluntly stated before reluctantly grabbing the tall stack of dishes and grunting annoyed. "Can I get anyone else anything?"

Mitsuri blinked giving a glance at the stack of dishes the waiter was forced to carry away before guiltily and ashamedly looking down at her own hands. It caused a chain reaction of glares and frowns from the other girls glaring at him annoyed back.

"No. Just bring us the check."

The waiter seemed annoyed still but relieved to start collecting everyone else's plates adding it to the big pile in his arms before pausing as you gently reached out to gently tug on his sleeve and smiled politely. "May I please have some of the devil's food cake on the menu? Just add it to my part of the check please."

Now this time every gave you wide eyed looks at the audacity of the situation especially when Mitsuri was literally right THERE next to you but the waiter was all too happy to smile at you. "But of course. Give me just a minute to get back to you."

"Thank you very much!"

There was just dumbfounded silence as he walked away after picking up Kanae's dishes and hauling them away from the stunned group as you all sat there stunned other than you who only smiled... Eventually Mitsuri broke the silence with a mumble. 

"I thought they were out."

"What the heck, Y/n?!," Makio demanded as you just smiled at her as she gestured to Mitsuri and you. "She's right there! Did you freaking forget or something?!"

"Oh no. I know exactly what I'm doing."

"Why you-"

"Makio, calm down. We can't stop her from buying her own dessert if she's paying for it herself." Despite Kanae's soft tone, her look was obviously disapproving. "It's not like we can demand someone that they can't eat something."

Makio didn't say anything but she shot you a glare as you still smiled at her and Mitsuri sunk down further into her seat as everyone awkwardly waited for the checks to be delivered along with your dessert. About five minutes later the same waiter returned looking a little less annoyed but still had that blunt tone to him as he placed down at least seven checks for you all and a second later a VERY big delicious smelling, mouth watering, chocolate upon chocolate cake slice in front of you. 

"Here you are, Ma'am."

"Oh thank you! If you wait just a second, I'll give you your tip!" You clasped your hands happily as he smiled at you... Before you bluntly reached over, grabbed the plate, picked it up, and just placed it back down in front of Mitsuri who blinked in surprise. "Look, Mitsuri! They had some after all and what luck we were able to get you the last piece!" Her eyes widened bigger at you. "Aren't you lucky?"

Everyone stared gobsmacked as you just hummed along going to dig around in your purse for a second to pull out a five dollar bill before holding it up to the waiter whom looked like he was slapped across the face. The moment you waved the bill in his face, he glared at you before snatching it from your hand and stomping away from you table. There was another awkward moment as you left the thirty dollars for your part of the meal on the table before you blinked at the wide eyed stares given to you.

"What? Did I get her the wrong cake?"

Instead of an answer you were given a squeal from Mitsuri and then after another bone crushing hug as she hugged you with a large smile. "THANK YOU SO MUCH!  THIS IS LIKE THE NICEST THING A NEW PERSON HAS EVER DONE FOR ME!!"

You smiled wider looking at her. "No need to thank me. You shouldn't be treated badly just because of your appetite." She blinked as you patted her arms. "That guy's a jerk. Forget about him and just enjoy your cake. My treat."

She continued to stare at you before her face turned to a bright red and her hands let go of you to clasp her cheeks. "I-I don't know what to say. Oh my- Such a gesture!"

"You don't have to say anything. Just enjoy yourself. Sorry if I didn't explain it earlier."

"Oh. So that's why you ordered it." 

Makio slowly relaxed as you nodded.... Oblivious to the lovestruck, blushing face Mitsuri was giving you before you slowly got up to excuse yourself to the bathroom and asked them to watch your shopping bags in the meantime. The SECOND you disappeared from sight, Mitsuri slammed a determined palm down on the table and clenched a fist.

"Ok! It's official! Let's do all we can to get her together with Gyomei! She's absolutely perfect!"

"Huh? Where did this come from?"

"Oh..N-No where but we owe it to Mei to try and get him a great girlfriend like he deserves! So let's make her feel welcome! I mean like c'mon! She's literally perfect! She even tipped the waiter so we didn't have to!"

"Are you..blushing?"

"N-NO! I'm just very flattered at the gesture!"

By the time you got back, Mitsuri was already done eating and giddy again especially when you came back. The group gathered up the bags and decided to stop by two more small shops to pick up some pre-ordered stuff Tengen already paid for (a canvas and a box of hard to get paints) before they ushered you back out of the mall and on the street. At least four shopping bags hung from your own arms as Mitsuri held your hand and pulled you along behind her continuing to babble on about...Well you lost track after the part where she told you about how she got into ballet but you politely listened since she seemed so happy now dragging you down the road as cars drove by and people passed by on the sidewalk.

The building they stopped in front of was a smaller building than the mall but still bigger than your house. The sign on the front saying Salon, Sauna, and Beyond. Ah! So this must be the place that they were so excited to go. You allowed Mitsuri to excitedly drag you in after the others and the nice smells of rose air freshener hit your nose along with the cool air from the ac. The inside of the building was mostly white with a few paintings on the wall, some soft looking chairs, and a reception desk where a middle aged woman smiled at you all. Ah. This must've been the waiting area. 

The woman smiled at the group and waved a hand. "Good afternoon. Are you here to book an appointment?"

"I have a reservation for a group under Kocho actually!"

The lady took a moment to rummage around on her desk and look for something.. before nodded and happily looked at Shinobu. "Of course! We have your party booked for our three o clock reservation. If you'll follow me, you can get a locker for your belongings before proceeding to the salon floor."

In an instant Mitsuri looked excitedly at you. "Have you ever been to an onsen before, Y/n?"

You nodded. "My cousin had everyone go to one for her bachelorette party, so I've been to one once."

"Oh you'll love it then! The water is from natural hot springs so it's got minerals that's really good for your skin! But first we're getting our nails done and-"

And off she went again. 

It was ok still. You still were going to have a good time. It was just a small matter of getting a small safe place to put your shoes and bags before following the others to the other section of the salon separate from the onsen addition. Other an an older woman getting highlights in her hair, your group had the entire place to yourselves. 

It was a strange and new but not unpleasant experience there. After all you've never had your nails done let alone had anyone else take a nail file to your nails or had your feet soaked before getting a pedicure for the first time. As said it wasn't a bad experience just new. However you declined the massage offered to you. By the time three hours had passed and everyone had a turn to everything that was offered to them(none of you noticing the second group being escorted towards the onsen), it was time for the onsen according to Suma. There was only one problem however-

"Hey. Um..I don't know how any other way to say this,  but I don't feel comfortable washing with you all before we go to the onsen."

You weren't actually planning on getting into any onsens either and was just going to sit on the edge as they soaked, but you had to bath before going into the onsen and you didn't feel comfortable doing that as a group. Luckily Shinobu seemed very understanding and smiled at you. 

"That's fine. We're not going to make you do something you're not comfortable with so why don't you want outside for about fifteen minutes? We'll all be done by then and you can join us when you're done."

You sighed relieved. "That's great!"

"Good. When you're done just go through the doorway and down the hall. We'll be through the green door."

"Ok! I'll remember that!"

Guess who decided to show up in your life again? Yep that's right. Bad luck.

You had waited outside of the bathing area with the long fluffy white robe and the soap the spa ladies had given you to use and waited about twenty minutes for them all to get done (an extra five minutes just to be sure) before deciding to see if everyone was clear. A quick shout didn't get any response and a careful peek inside revealed that indeed no one else was in the room. Perfect! You were able to scrub down really quick and change into the robe you were given before wrapping a towel around your hair. Now let's see. Shinobu said they'd be in the room down the hall from here through the green door. Perfect! Easiest directions ever!

...or it would've been if you weren't staring at two exactly identical green doors at the end of the hall. 

You stood there dumbfounded staring between the doors again. There was a sign saying which one was the men's section.. unfortunately it had fallen off the wall where it was hung up and for some reason had been kicked to the middle of the hall so you had no idea which door it had been hanging above. Was someone trying to play a joke?! Or did no one notice the sign on the floor?! Or did they just not care and just kick it out of the way?! Either way you were screwed in this situation. Great.

Ultimately you decided to go through the right door. There was no one else in the spa besides yourself, your group, and the employees. The worst you'd do is enter an empty room or run into an employee who you'd just explain that you were were lost, and you might just run into the group. So you didn't think when you pushed open the door. When you stepped inside. When you smiled at first hearing the sloshing sounds of water. When you called out happily.

"Hey! I'm sorry I took so long! I got lost so-"

You froze as at least six heads turned to look at you in the doorway. 

It felt like an eternity to process what you were seeing as your mind just blue screened, but at the same time it felt like someone dropped a boulder into your stomach and jabbed ice into your veins with a syringe. There was definitely a group occupying the onsen in here alright...however it was uh...

They were definitely not girls. 

Six pairs of eyes stared at you. Some frozen in shock, some confusion, and at least in Sanemi's case it was a big 'wtf' look. Speaking of which-

IT WAS THE WRONG DAM ROOM!!

The boys all stared at you from somewhere in the room. Rengoku, Tengen, and Sanemi from in the water. Obanai sitting on the ledge looking wide eyed frozen at you with a towel around his middle and his mask still on his face. And Gyomei and Giyuu standing off to the side looking like they had been having a conversation but stopped when you walked in. However-

HOW WERE THEY ALL SO RIPPED-

"*ahem*" Eventually it was Gyomei who broke the extremely awkward silence by clearing his throat making you jump and calmly gesturing a hand back to the door. "Y/n, I believe you meant to enter through the o-other door."

"IMSOSORRY!!OHMYGOD-"

The door all but slammed behind your quickly disappearing form and the sound of your quickly retreating footsteps left everyone else staring there stunned in the aftermath.. before Tengen snickered body shaking lightly before his entire head was thrown back with his loud booming laughter echoed off the tiled walls.

"HAHAHAHAHA!! Well if she didn't think you were good looking before she does now!," he loudly announced with more laughter that turned into sputters and coughs once Sanemi splashed water into his face.

You didn't mention anything about this to the others. Didn't even answer them when they asked what took you you so long and why your face was burnt red. You only squealed out that you got lost but didn't answer anything else. Thankfully they didn't push it and you were able to try to forget about it..but failed. You were horrified by the time you all left and the guys were literally RIGHT THERE  in the lobby and...

Absolutely chill?

They didn't look the least bit out of the ordinary and just greeted their girlfriends like it was any other day except for Tengen who gave you a deeply amused smile but before he could say anything Obanai kicked his leg hard enough to make him wince. So hopefully he wouldn't be telling anyone else about this- A gentle large hand placed on your shoulder causes you to jump out of your stupor and snap up to a concerned looking Gyomei. 

"Are you alright?," his tone was gentle and concerned. "If you're uncomfortable being around after..*ahem*" His own face dawned a light pink. "I-I can pay for a taxi to take you home."

"N-No! I-It's ok! That was m-m-my fault! Um...How was your hike?" You quickly changed the subject.

Taking the hint he nodded clearing his throat. "I-It was wonderful. The forest was very vibrant with life and the waterfall was especially alive. There's not really anything that sounds quite as powerful as the Earth's own power."

"It sounds beautiful."

"It was."

*Until Sanemi dragged us to that ghost story knock off."

"HEY!!" You turned to catch Sanemi pointed and angry hand to Obanai. "SUPERNATURAL ACTIVITY TWO IS A FANTASTIC HORROR MOVIE! WAY BETTER THAN THAT SNAKE CRAP SHOW YOU BROUGHT!!"

"YOU DON'T KNOW GOOD STORYLINES WHEN YOU SEE THEM!!"

"That is enough!" The sudden shout from the otherwise soft spoken Gyomei was so out of the ordinary that it made everyone turn on the spot in shock and surprise. His face turned down on a frown towards the both of them. "This entire day was supposed to be about spending time with one another not argue over who has better taste in films. Further more you both are being very inconsiderate to make such fools of yourself in front of our guest for this trip. Now will you both please kindly stop going at each other's throats?"

There was a stunned small moment of silence as the both of them slowly relaxed back looking suddenly guilty. After another few seconds Gyomei nodded before looking back to you apologetically. 

"I'm very sorry."

"It's ok. I really don't mind anyways." 

"No. It's not ok. We were supposed to relax today without any fighting. They promised and now-.." He just sighed. "It's getting late and we all have classes and work tomorrow. We should all return home and get a good night's sleep. Do you need me to drop you off?"

You shook your head at him. "No it's ok. I can walk home after I take the bus back." 

"Then allow me to walk you home. It's the least I can do."

After such a kind gesture,how could you say no? That's what lead to you both walking down the street with your arms linked and the sun barely in the sky, and him carrying your bags in his other hand even though you told him he didn't have to but he insisted. It made a warm fluttery feeling go off in your chest that barely let you register saying goodbye to everyone else. And you definitely didn't see the way Mitsuri was giving you the 'first crush' eyes or the very approving look Kanae gave you. Only focusing on the fact that you were home now and the good feelings in your chest didn't go away even when he handed over your bags. 

"Thank you for walking me home."

He smiled. "As I said before it's the least I could do. I'm just happy you had fun with the girls today. I hope Mitsuri and Suma weren't too overwhelming. I know they can be a lot." 

"No they're great! I had so much fun. It's the best time I had for a long time to be honest." 

He chuckled too and looked like he was going to say something but at the same moment and elderly couple smiled at you while walking into the building next to your home. "Oh look, Dear. A young man walking his lady home. How charming. I remember when you used to walk me everywhere-"

"Oh no. He's not my boyfri-..He is?"

The look of surprise on his face as his head turned to you wide eyed. "I am?"

There was a silence other than the chatting older couple just entering into the building and leaving you both alone staring at each other for a long moment. Eventually you looked down at your feet and rubbed your arm.

"I-I mean.. Would you like to be?"

His white eyes widened to the size of plates as he was taken aback before the brightest shade of red came over him as he just.. couldn't believe it. Before a big smile replaced the shock and he nodded. "Y-YES! I mean- *ahem* I would like that very much. However are you sure you'd like to have me for a boyfriend. I will not sugarcoat the obvious." A hand gestured to his face. "I am blind and scarred."

"If I was really shallow to not date because of looks, then I wouldn't have agreed to that first date with you."

"I am seeing other people whom I love and care about very much. .. I'm not going to break up with them or any other outrageous demands."

"I wouldn't even dream of asking you to break up with them! I think they're wonderful people so I couldn't ask you that. And it's not going to be me dating them. I'm going to be dating you and I'm ok with that." You smiled. "You're the first guy I dated that's been completely honest with me and so kind. It makes me feel like I'm the luckiest person in the world."

"I-... Don't speak like that please."

You blinked. "Huh. Why?"

"Be-Because the beauteous genuity of your words only make you sound more beautiful to my mind."

Huh. You were both closer than he remembered. Just a few inches from one another twinkling under the lights. And you blinked at the sudden closeness too. Face going a dim pink and a few chuckles from the moment escaping you. Barely anyone was outside now, too busy inside mingling, eating the food, and enjoying the evening. So it was just you two. Alone out here with nothing but each other for company. His mind felt completely blank and numb but in a good way, compelling him to reach his hands up and cup a cheek of yours something his rational brain wouldn't allow himself to do. Inches away now. You didn't move away.

He stared at the woman in front of him, this silly silly woman with the beautiful voice. If he was watching this as an outsider, he would've laughed at how they were literally just strangers less than a while ago, but right now it didn't seem any of that or anything else mattered. Not even the topic they had been discussing just a few seconds ago. Or removing the hand that now cupped her cheek. Maybe it really was a mutual madness they both shared or some form of chaos in their lives, but right now....With them being so close...And so vulnerable. It was only natural of course-.. It's what soulmates do-.. Of course they would since-...

They kissed.

"Hey. Do you think Gyomei is going to be angry at us still?" Sanemi gave his girlfriend a glum look as she patted his back. 

"Of course not. He's just stressed trying to make a good impression is all. I'm sure he'll be just fine." Her boyfriend didn't look convinced as he gave her a pout. Oh well. She was distracted anyways by the ringing of her phone in her pocket to which she promptly pulled out and automatically held up to her ear. "Hello?"

"Kanae! Quickly I need help!"

She blinked as Gyomei's voice cut through the phone. "Mei? Are you ok? What happened?"

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BOYFRIEND!!"

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

cumulus / nephos / “cloud” / ☁️

[plain text: cumulus / nephos / “cloud” / ☁️ cloud emoji]

[id: pastel fem looking person in pastel manual wheelchair looking down to slug in lap. there also slug on head n slug slide down skirt (don’t ask how). (all color pastel). person hair pink bangs, purple side hair, & blue low loose pigtails go below hips. purple eyes & medium-light ish skin. wearing bright turquoise ish color shirt collar with pink ruffles, & white shirt body with blue ruffles decorate, n green long sleeve cardigan over it also with ruffles. rainbow midi above knee skirt with white ruffles overflow from side of wheelchair. wear mismatch stockings, person’s left side rainbow stripes, n person right side turquoise blue with clouds on it. person not wearing shoes.

their wheelchair has yellow headrest, teal stroller push handle, green contoured backrest with supportive panels on two side lateral, teal to blue transition arm rest, orange big wheels with rainbow windmill candy swirl as cover & red push rim. frame is turquoise blue gradient to pink, has dump/slant, with yellow slug on one side’s turning point. purple fat caster wheels. attach to backrest is big white angel wings, & above arm rest has glowing yellow halo. their AAC device floating by them, has turquoise blue case with white cloud patterns. is saying “slug” icon. border of art lined with rainbow gradient lace. end id]

☁️.

(otherwise known as hate names terrible at decision)

VERY pastel n rainbow overload >:)

they level 3 autistic (“requiring very substantial support”) with high support needs—meaning they cannot independently do most adaptive functioning skills, needing other people physical help to do/do for them. they also need 24/7 supervision & physical help for all iADLs & bADLs.

they nonverbal & use AAC full time. their AAC is symbol based speech generating device.

their (most likely [<haven’t decided] partner who act as their) disability caretaker is hyacinthos shinya🪻🌌.

they also full time non-ambulatory wheelchair user with very specific posture & seating positioning needs so not out of it for long or really much at all.

angel wing on back of wheelchair is power assist! is magically powered by hyacinthos (who angel) & can be powered even remotely / far away. way control wheelchair & power assist part by intuitive / hand motions & gestures / etc, part by halo hover above armrest that act as joystick. can use it like traditional joystick or wear as bracelet n control that way! (gimme it i want one) (if you recognize this setting it may be because previous version)

they do mix of self propel, power assist, & caregiver push. their wheelchair have stroller style push handle instead traditional push handle for easier caregiver push, especially one handed.

is set in magical world & they do some magic (< haven’t decided]!

character not slug obsessed, artist the slug obsessed one

character sheet below cut!!

artfight character profile (VERY wip)

please do feel free draw them (with credit) n tag me!!!!!!

reblog welcome but please don’t repost

will fight you if debate about autism levels & support needs

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hi under cut

[character sheet. functionally described below]

top left is full character clothing (with wheelchair translucent in background) because in original there some key parts blocked by wheelchair especially arm rest.

skirt around waist have purple band with blue small ruffles. center have rainbow bow with rainbow star on top.

n also have front n back of AAC device. what drawn here is 5x7 grid with various colored squares showing different parts of speech but grid size more so because like. is how much could fit comfortably. so even when redraw n isn’t exact 5x7 with colors exactly right where is right now, is okay. colors & where they are based on own AAC device >:) because of course

design of aac device case basically same as above. back side just have bigger clouds. oh also device has handles. tho it float around so handles get used less. float around so don’t have worry about how to carry it how to mount on wheelchair etc etc etc it follows you it automatic come to your hand when you wanna say something (kinda also acting as prompting bc sometimes think about say something but don’t actually say in device) it get out way when you don’t want it. if only like this irl lol

bottom left is info about character already said

bottom right is wheelchair design

parts covered up by person: rainbow gradient side guard, blue contoured cushion.

n also drawing of back of backrest: when not in use, wings power assist shrink to small decoration on back. not big there all time.

also have stickers! sticker of nessie, banana slug, sheep, cloud, star, rainbow, & an AAC symbol of “AAC”

wheelchair may also have magical tilt & recline & elevate. how? don’t know!!! why not just make full powerchair? uhhhh like manual chair look better

n picture of irl windmill candy

border of art also rainbow gradient lace.

yea that all please draw them 🥲

praise me put lots work into them

pls be nice to them

[shizu-nagita]

The stars are crying.

Ngl, This took more time than anticipated, and i did want to add First Icing/Alli oc in here, but by the time her lore would come out, this lore would be in too deep ……. Anyways, I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY ITTTT . Oh and, you can tell where i gained motivation and where i lost it- And you can tell where i gained favortism and got extremely bored .

Oh and, no. I’m not shrinking the text-

OH AND NO . HAREBELL , GOLDEN BERRY BELONG TO CHIBI’S PRODUCTIONS, FIRST JAM ALLIMILLI, FIRST WATER JIRAI. YOULL FIND THEM IN THE MADTERLIST

masterlist:

The world was bright, cheerful. 

Everything was perfect.

The gods helped us, they lived beside us and offered love and understanding, some even blending in just to aid us.

 They were truly divine. The witches above were brilliant, they gave us our lifeforms, they held us close and even gave us others to help guide our civilization into better times . 

The virtues . 

The ones who incarnated into the realm. 

The divine.

And yet, the world was never meant for eternity, but we still tried. 

We tried to preserve reason, we tried to preserve life. We tried to keep the cycle of joy continuing, forever stuck in the phase of joy, of elation. 

However it was inevitable . 

Joy, elation, was not what it was without the presence of despair and sorrow . 

And so, after the world had experienced the light of the sun, the ever consuming warmth of reality, it dipped down into the shadows, into chaos and blood . Just like how it always was supposed to be . 

And yet… 

I couldn't accept that reality . 

Because if I did . That meant she would be gone, and they would all leave me behind . 

But that was what eternity was all about, wasn't it? 

To continue on, even as you left something behind, to lead the others who have lost to something new, to guide them towards a new paradise, the cycle that was never ending was one of destruction and renewal . 

My job was to keep that cycle , to allow it to continue and flourish . 

….

I failed . 

….

And I wish I didn't .

Because now, my reality is nothing but a dream I used to love, a life I used to know .  

All a figment of imagination, that i used to live.

| ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ |

The soft clink of metal gently hitting iron echoed throughout the empty halls, the moon up in the sky as boots clunked heavily against the marble floor, creating a rhythm as a lone figure walked through the desolate halls of the museum . 

His long hair trailed behind him, tied into a high ponytail, bangs obscuring his face as the moonlight filtered through the glass painting the halls in a soft ethereal light, shadows creeping up the walls and floors . 

Pale yellow eyes trailed over ancient artifacts, paintings, and skeletons, sparing them a single glance before turning away, as if he were looking for something specific.

Then he stopped . 

The world was plunged into silence, the only things that kept it from being too much was the male’s breathing, his eyes staring at the wall in front of him. 

On that wall, was a mural, one depicting gods and their companions, cheering each other on in a joyful atmosphere. One was long red hair, stretching out to envelop her companions as if to protect them, she wore robes of lush white and a headpiece composed of gold and red jam.

Another was akin to a hare, floating on a broomstick, legs crossed elegantly as her shawl seemed to billow out around her, the woman’s periwinkle eyes holding wonder and intrigue in them as she looked ahead, as if towards the future, her platinum hair tied in a neat ponytail as it streamed out behind her.

Beside them was one of water, taking the form of either a male or female at will , water serving as the beings hair as it flowed and expanding out behind them, creating tides and crests of sea foam, their hand outstretched towards another . 

Then came the virtues . 

One of knowledge, robes as dark as the night, shimmering with an ethereal glow, scrolls upon scrolls around him , his eyes closed as people crowd around him in the mural, looking up to him as he continues on . 

One of volition, granting wishes as the woman knelt down, raising others the best she could, her long white hanfu draping across her figure, cream white robes complementing her features as the woman gave a small smile . 

One of change, long black hair furling out as he destroyed nations, allowing others to  grow in their place to prosper, to live and thrive in the remains, continuing on the cycle of change .

Then the mural ended, the rest of the painting torn apart from wear and tear, the brown fabric seared and worn at the edges , nevertheless, it was still lovely, each brushstroke full of emotion and passion . 

 The figure’s hand reached up, beyond the frame and slowly traced the faces, an indescribable expression on their face as something flickered in their eyes , sorrow, yearning, and grief . The woven fabric between his fingers shifting , comforting even 

“ Sir? Are you alright? “ A man with long hair, tied into a ponytail at the ends walked by right beside the figure, blond hair trailing behind him as the scholar stopped at his side  the lenses of the glasses reflecting the light as he stared at the other . 

“ Ah…. Sorry, I .. was just admiring this painting . “ The figure looked down, shame in his eyes as he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck . Though his dough held the smooth, unblemished texture of youth, the pale yellow irises that scanned the ancient artifacts were etched with the weariness of centuries. Each flicker of his gaze across a chipped clay tablet or a faded tapestry seemed to hold a silent conversation with the ghosts of the past.

Eclair cookie looked at the man once again, worry in his eyes before shaking his head, attention diverted to the mural before the, , colors vibrant and elegantly put together as they both stared . 

Eclair Cookie adjusted his spectacles, a gentle smile gracing his features as he admired the mural. The vibrant pigments, though faded in places, still pulsed with a captivating energy. "Magnificent, isn’t it?" he murmured, his fingers unconsciously tightening around his quill. "They say the Virtues and the Great Witches walked hand-in-sprinkled-hand in those bygone eras. A pity their whereabouts remain a crumbly mystery."

Eclair cookie sighs, disappointment in his eyes before it goes away. He looks back at the figure in front of him, eyes narrowing for a brief moment before blinking . “ Anyways, you have to go home now, the museum is closing soon , i'd be happy to see you again though! May I have your name, young man? “ 

The figure pauses for a brief moment, reluctance flashing across the other's face before nodding in acknowledgement.  

“ My name is… “ he hesitates . 

[ What do i say- Do i?- Who- I- I- ] 

Yet, his face didn't give a hint of emotion even as his thoughts raced, tripping and stumbling over itself, his voice coming out in a steady tone . 

“ My name is Stellar Mist Cookie, it's nice to meet you, Eclair cookie . “ 

Eclair cookie smiles before walking off, his voice ringing out in the halls despite the distance , the arched columns of soft beige seeming to welcome him in, as if they were old friends.

“ Come along now, I wouldn't want you to get trapped in the museum now would i? I’ll give you 5 minutes before you have to go.” 

Stellar Mist cookie watches Eclair Cookie’s figure become smaller in the distance, the museum unnervingly large, before nodding his head and redirecting his attention towards the painting. 

There, on the side of the mural was another, long, dark blue hair akin to the stars spilling out into the skies , the woman’s halo with a small shine as stars and moons hung from it, her dress billowing out .

If one were to see Stellar Mist cookie alone, they wouldn't have thought much. After all , there were many cookies , there was no need to remember one who was just a bit similar to the one in the mural at the museum no one was paying attention to .

However, side by side, they seemed too similar. 

Two halves of one whole .

Yet, they were different at the same time, one had a look of enlightenment, pure joy as she stared at the sea, adoration and love in her eyes, the other had a look of unspoken burdens from a life they never experienced . 

 And yet.

The other still raised their hand once again, tracing eyes and faces as sorrow filled their eyes, the worn fabric soft as he brushed his fingers over the painting, careful not to ruin the colors and craftsmanship. 

Stellar Mist cookie backed away, making his way towards the exit of the museum , leaving the mural behind, the shadows in the room seeming to cling to his form, his black shawl flowing out behind him.

However, no matter how hard you try, you will always remember . 

With one last look towards the mural, he slowly opens the doors and leaves, hands shaking as an ache in his chest blooms, filling his soul with a hollow feeling as he steps out into the woods, the moon slowly rising above the horizon as the sun begins to set

We truly were timeless, weren't we?

…

If only… 

If only you guys had reached eternity with me 

And yet that wish was useless, for now the one who carried the memories of one who had long lost never wanted to enact upon the former´s wishes, instead wanting to forge a life for themselves, instead of holding up the sky. 

Walking through an overgrown path, the gravel scraping against the sole of his boots as his shawl flowed out behind him, glinting a soft dark blue in the faint moonlight, head kept low as the world blurred. 

It was only when he had opened the door to his adobe, sat down in his bed, and closed his eyes, did he finally open his eyes to reality, what once was, what could've been, and the life of someone else entirely . 

| ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ |

Sunshine filtered through trees, birds chirping happily as the sound of rushing water steadily hummed throughout the area, a lone figure sitting on the blades of grass, her hair spilling out on the grass as she hummed , eyes closed .

Slender hands brush through flowers, as if attempting to comb through them, akin to a brush running through hair, pollen dancing in the wind as the figure plucks a moonflower from its stem, hands delicately tracing the white petals, another approaching her.

“ Star Swirl Cookie? Are you okay?” A soft, gentle voice redirected her attention from the ground, lush and full of greenery, flowers spanning out all the way to the horizon with the occasional wisteria tree in the distance , where starry eyes met swirling, raspberry red ones .

Star Swirl cookie looks up, her halo tilting as her own head tilts, a familiar face greeting her, long, translucent hair framing the other's face, shading her from the sun as the other woman excludes a graceful aura , her hair billowing out .

“ Oh, First Jam cookie! “ Quickly  scrambling to her feet, Star Swirl cookie bows for a moment before standing upright, First Jam cookie stunned for a brief moment before a kind smile appears on her face . “ There’s no need to worry, truly! “ Standing upright, she nervously shifts side to side, piercing red and white eyes staring back at her unnervingly.

Star Swirl Cookie may know First Jam Cookie for centuries, but that cookie is still the grim reaper, for all she knows, one day instead of asking her if she was alright, First Jam might be there to whisk her into the afterlife.

“ No need to rush, it's okay. “ First jam cookie’s smile widens for a brief moment. “ Thugh, are you sure you’re alright? You’ve been spaced out for a while now. “ However, even with her position as ¨Death¨ First Jam was still someone, not just a concept.

Star Swirl looks back at First Jam, expression eerily neutral regardless of her inner emotions, and merely gives a sheepish smile, hand raising to scratch the back of her neck in embarrassment.

“ Yes, I am, I'm truly sorry for making you worry. Did I keep you waiting?” Star Swirl Cookie brushes the broken blades of grass off her dress, First Jam giving a small laugh before waving her hand over her face . 

“ No, no, you haven't , don't worry!” First Jam cookie gives a bright smile, and that's when Star Swirl is reminded of why First Jam Cookie is called divine. 

Why First Jam adores her.

The sunlight filtering through her hair, painting the ground in beautiful swirls of red, dancing and intertwining with each other as the angle of the sunlight changes. Pale white robes contrasting with tan dough, with a gorgeous smile, as warm as the summer sun with a personality as graceful as a swan . 

Truly . 

The divine was divine . 

….

[ Oh how i wish i could've been you, oh how i wish i could have been given First Water´s Affections, but wishing is useless. The eternity I want, I have to achieve with my own hands.]

The sweet, almost cloying fragrance of the blossoms suddenly felt suffocating. A hollow ache, spreading into the core of her being, the emptiness radiating outwards until her very dough felt brittle and cold, the sting of her reality coming back to her 

And yet, she couldn't ever bring herself to hate First Jam, she had done nothing wrong, it was merely her own resentment and longing that spurred her jealousy, her inability to communicate.

The world slowly stopped, all noise filtering out as Star Swirl zoned out, a deep pool of resentment gathering in her soul before dispersing immediately, someone's gloved hand gently shaking her arm.

“ Star Swirl cookie? Are you listening? “ 

Star Swirl cookie flinches, looking up to realize they were moving all this time. The scenery changed as in their path were crushed blades of grass with the occasional flower in the mix, her halo spinning slowly as the stars that hung from it swung . 

Now facing Star Swirl cookie, First Jam looks at her, concern in her eyes, her hand retracting to neatly hold back in front of her as she tilts her head. ¨ Star Swirl Cookie, are you sure you're okay?¨

Star Swirl cookie looks down, her hands tightening in the folds of her dress before shaking her head, sighing, the silence suffocating as she struggles to make an excuse for tuning out First Jam Cookie, yet nothing comes out of her mouth . 

The silence ensues for a while, before Star Swirl nods and smiles at the other, “ Oh, sorry, I just space out a lot, do you mind repeating what you said? “ The stars on her halo obscure First Jam’s sight, preventing her from seeing the emotions in Star Swirl's eyes; the only thing visible is the slight smile on Star Swirl Cookie´s face . 

BUt you can not fool death . 

First Jam Cookie's gaze lingered on Star Swirl, a silent question hanging in the air, a delicate tension between wanting to understand and respecting unspoken boundaries. With a soft sigh, she seemed to concede, turning away, her cream-colored robes billowing like gentle clouds, momentarily casting the vibrant flowers into shadow as she continued her stroll.

"I was just wondering if you'd care to join Harebell and me for tea when Harebell Cookie comes by, most likely next week, during the afternoon at the rosewood pavilion," First Jam called back, her voice carrying a note of gentle concern. "But if you're not feeling up to it, please don't hesitate to decline." A reassuring smile, radiant as the midday sun, flickered in Star Swirl's direction.

Star Swirl offered a small, almost imperceptible nod, a low hum escaping her lips that held no real melody. "Don't trouble yourself over me," she replied, her voice flat. "I'm just a bit unwell, but I'll be there."

"That sounds lovely,  Star Swirl. But truly, don't push yourself," First Jam cautioned, slowing as she reached the edge of the flower garden. Her form began to shimmer and fade, the edges softening as if dissolving into the very sunlight as she slowly receded to who knows where, a mere whisper echoing in her place. "We'll see you at the pavilion later." 

"Of course," Star Swirl echoed, her voice a mere whisper carried on the gentle breeze, but First Jam's form had already dissipated, leaving her alone in the vibrant stillness. "Later," she murmured to the empty air. Turning, a weary sigh escaped her lips. With a languid wave of her hand, the stars in her hair seemed to swirl, and a shimmering rift tore open in the fabric of reality. As she stepped through, the faint starlight within the void pulsed, a silent, cold welcome to her lonely domain. She had duties to attend to, petitioners awaiting her judgment, their hopes and fears a constant weight upon her soul.

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If only she could stay within the embrace of the stars a little longer, letting their warmth and light shine upon her as she slept for eternity. Nevertheless, she had to help others reach eternity.

Even surrounded by people, you can feel lonely. 

But, I am the Light of eternity, I will fulfill my duty, and grant everyone an eternal elation, an eternal joy as the world continues to ascend . 

[ Well, that's what I thought Eternity was, now that dream is now nothing but a shattered imagination of a child . ]

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The soft click of Star Swirl Cookie's heels against the polished marble echoed in the sudden hush as she entered the pavilion. Even before she could fully register the scent of moon orchids and aged parchment, she felt the weight of countless gazes pressing upon her – shadowy figures peering through the silken drapes of the windows, their anticipation a palpable presence. Her silhouette, etched against the soft light filtering through the fabric, was a beacon of fading hope in their desperate eyes.

"Your lady," a voice murmured from behind, accompanied by the subtle clink of armor and the synchronized rhythm of two sets of breaths. Though she didn't turn, she knew her loyal guards were there, their concern a silent weight on her shoulders. "There are hundreds of civilians gathered outside. Shall we organize them into sections?"

"Thank you," Star Swirl replied, her voice betraying none of the turmoil within. "But I will address them directly. Give me a few moments." The guards halted their advance, a low murmur passing between them before their footsteps receded, leaving her alone in the echoing halls, where deep blue fabrics softened the light filtering through the arched windows, and ancient artifacts stood as silent witnesses to a lost era.

A sigh escaped her lips as she wrung her hands, the familiar anxiety tightening its grip. Her pace quickened as she approached the heavy, intricately carved wooden doors of her office. Two more guards stood sentinel, their expressions a mixture of reverence and apprehension. They swung the doors inward, revealing the familiar sanctuary – the sharp scent of ink mingling with the musty fragrance of old papers and the faint, ethereal shimmer of residual stardust.

"Good morning to you, my lady," one of them offered, his voice hushed, as if afraid to shatter the fragile silence.

"Good morning," Star Swirl responded, the stoicism in her tone a stark contrast to the storm raging within her.

"I…" The guard's voice trailed off, his gaze fixed on the polished floor.

Star Swirl Cookie halted, turning to face the hesitant figure stationed to the left of her office doors. He stood rigidly, awaiting her acknowledgment. When it became clear that a fear of causing offense held his tongue, a small, gentle smile touched her lips. She tilted her head, her starlit eyes encouraging.

"Go on," she prompted softly.

The guard shifted uncomfortably, his companion nervously tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword. Finally, the first guard sighed, his gaze still lowered.

"Forgive my impertinence, my lady," he began, his voice hushed with concern. "I have no doubt of your strength, of your ability to guide us. But... are you certain you wish to face them all today? The memory of your collapse... it still troubles me greatly."

Star Swirl Cookie freezes, pupils shrinking as the guard freezes along with her, before hanging his head, ¨ I'm… sorry for doubting you, this lowly one apologize for overstepping-¨ 

¨ It's fine,¨ The guard looks up, surprise in his eyes, the helmet obscuring most of his face as the one beside him lets out a sigh of relief, the grip on their weapon loosening as she gives a smile of gratitude. ¨ Thank you, but there is nothing to worry about. I will be okay.¨ 

She closes the door, the guards' response cut off as the echo resounds through the room, bookshelves spiraling up the ceiling as a lone desk sits in the middle of the circular room, although intimidating at first once you got used to it, it was a lot cosier than most rooms.

Starry fabrics draped across the room, shielding the books from excess dust as stacks of paper were piled around the wooden desk, the whispers of spells and sigils dancing in the room, the area painted in a soft , dark blue light, as if the world was in an eternal night.

Star Swirl Cookie stares at the familiar space, before walking over to her desk and sitting down, the wooden chair cool to the touch as she sighed, running a hand through her hair .

[ Now then, let the crowds through. ]

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People are naturally selfish, for that is how we all live, how we all find a will to live , yet some ask for the impossible, emboldened by the promise of eternity and the rumours of a pushover, others timid with their requests out of fear of angering the one in control.

However, no one can truly say if one is evil, or good.

Whether one is the villain, or victim . 

These days, Star Swirl Cookie can feel the days pass by all too quickly, the world echoing in a loop over and over again until someone cracks and goes mad to change the world, and yet she can't bring herself to end such a cycle . 

Hence, why she uses her time in the office, looking at others with a stoic nature, as if not affected by the mortal woes . 

BAM!!

Star Swirl Cookie flinches, her head slipping from the support of her palm as a figure rushe forward, a horde of people angrily grumbling as the figure collapses to their knees in front of her, chest heaving and out of breath, covered in dirt and grime. 

“ My lady! I beg! Save my son! He is deathly ill , I beg of you to please grant him immortality..”

Through the tangled strands of her greasy hair, Star Swirl Cookie saw a woman's face contorted in raw panic, her eyes wide with a desperate plea. Clutched tightly in the woman's arms was a child, its small form unnervingly still. The warmth of life was visibly draining away, its chest unmoving, its tiny body growing colder and heavier with each passing moment. A grim understanding settled over Star Swirl Cookie's features, her expression hardening with a sorrowful resolve.

She sat rigidly in the coldwood chair, its unyielding surface a minor discomfort against the backdrop of the unfolding tragedy. Her legs were crossed with practiced elegance, a posture of detached objectivity that belied the turmoil within. Her spine was ramrod straight, a physical manifestation of the composure she was compelled to maintain, even as her heart ached for the mother's inconsolable grief.

She may be eternity, but that meant prolonging the era of prosperity and elation, not bringing back another from the dead, there is an order of nature, and to go defiantly against such nature meant flipping the chessboard over and forcing another to reset the pieces and set it back upright . 

And so, she was forced to acknowledge the one thing everyone despised in their lifetimes. 

[Death] 

"Miss," Star Swirl began, her voice a soft whisper , as if afraid to startle a sleeping beast, though in a way, mortals could be as viscous as the monsters weaved from their imaginations . 

“ Time can not be turned back, you are essentially asking me to go against the laws of this world all for your own selfish needs, if i do so, then others will come and beg me to do the same, and soon enough everyone will stay on this earth until the gods crumble us all.¨

Star Swirl closes her eyes, a hint of acceptance and anxiety in her voice as she tensed up, reading for anything and everything, hands tightening in the fabric of her pants as the world is suddenly eerily quiet, as if waiting . 

[ Here it comes.]

The woman’s eyes snapped up, fury suddenly blazing in her eyes as her tears slowly streaked down onto the pristine floors of Star swirls adobe , making her flinch as she watched the woman stand up abruptly, even if this has happened for thousands of times, it still doesn't fail to frighten her . 

“ YOU- YOU UNGRATEFUL SWINE- YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LUCKY YOU HAVE IT! BEING IMMORTAL AND NOT HAVING TO ASSOCIATE WITH THE PAINS OF DEATH! STOP BEING SUCH A BRA-” 

The child cradled against her breast is limp, its body unmoving as the woman continues to yell, accusations echoing out into the marble walls, draped with gauzy silk and fabrics, the people outside not able to not hear, murmuring underneath their breath as thousands of eyes stare at her through the cracks in the door.

The woman’s furious accusations hung heavy in the air, each word a tiny, stinging shard against Star Swirl’s ancient soul. Yet, beneath the practiced serenity of her expression, a familiar ache echoed – a yearning for the very oblivion she was tasked with preventing for others. When the mother’s rage finally broke, dissolving into a heartbreaking sob, Star Swirl saw not just grief, but a release she herself could never know.

"You… want to be with your child, no?" she whispered, the question carrying a faint, almost imperceptible tremor of longing.

[ If I can't grant you a reality, then I'll grant you a dream. ]

The woman’s desperate nod was a stark contrast to her earlier outrage, nothing but grief and desperation in the woman's eyes .  As Star Swirl Cookie extended her hand, a faint shimmer emanated from her fingertips, not just of magic, but of a weary resignation. The transition was swift. One moment, a broken mother clinging to a lifeless form; the next, two figures sinking into a peaceful repose, the harsh lines of sorrow smoothed away as if by an invisible hand.

[Did I offer solace, or merely a gilded cage? ]

The cries outside the door seemed a world away, their pain a reality she could touch, unlike the silent, manufactured peace she had just orchestrated. Had she truly helped, or simply removed them from the messy, unpredictable tapestry of life? The question hung in the air, a lonely star in her desolate sky.

The guards from outside walked in, holding a stretcher as two others replaced their position, silencing the murmurs from the crowd outside her office with their mere presence. 

They slowly gathered the woman onto the stretcher, a wave of Star Swirl Cookie´s hand, and the void opened, revealing a carefully crafted eternity of flowers, retreating into a life of elation.

She watched them disappear, the scent of otherworldly blossoms filling the throne room, a fragrance that always carried a hint of melancholy for her. The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the distant cries of those still clinging to their fleeting existence. Star Swirl’s hands clenched in her lap. To grant eternity was her duty, her purpose. But sometimes, the weight of that endlessness felt like a cage forged of starlight, and she longed for a key that would never appear.

[ Will anyone else try this? Should I have done that? What would I say if she even wakes up again? Did that go against eternity? Should I repent for doing such a thing? Oh what am i going to do now there's still so many people left-]

Her chest tightened, her hands wringing itself as she looked down, the guards silently retreating towards the end of the room towards the doors as the loud hollers of desperate people echoing through the room before the doors shut, once again isolating her from the world . 

Days go by, the same schedule over and over again, and yet Star Swirl was somewhat content with iit, for surprises could be good , or it could also be devastating. The only change in her schedule is the day where she would meet up with Harebell Cookie and First Jam for tea. 

[ But some days I wish it wouldn´t always be a constant . ]

Star Swirl Cookie Sighed, eyes duller than usual, the once starry brightness in them gone, worn down from centuries of upholding eternity, a cycle that repeated everyday. 

¨ Looks like someone is ready to collapse, again.¨  

A dash of dark feathers. Glimpses of navy blue and dark gold flash before her eyes, startling Star Swirl Cookie as she whips her head towards the direction of the voice, elegant yet condescending at the same time. 

¨ Listen, I don't exactly want to have to carry you through the halls again because you couldn't stop yourself from overworking your body. ¨ Bright amber eyes stare at her, the owner crossing her arms, a long , midnight blue gown spiraling down and blending with the black carpet as feathery tips shook restlessly . She rolls her eyes, ¨ You aren't exactly light you know?¨

Star Swirl Cookie gives a small huff, amusement flickering in her eyes . ¨ It was one time, Golden Berry Cookie. ¨ 

¨One time too many.¨ Golden Berry Cookie emphasizes, looking down at star Swirl cookie, Wings slowly morphing back into her soft nest of hair as she floated in the air , suspended by her own magic . 

There were days where Golden berry Cookie would come by, seeking treasure or some shiny trinkets that Star Swirl Cookie didn't need , and if she was honest, Star Swirl Cookie didn't mind Golden Berry Cookie´s cunning nature, in fact it was amusing at times, thought if anything, she was just glad that there was a difference in her never changing schedule . 

¨ I promise, I´m fine. ¨ Star Swirl turns, waving her hand as the void opens at her beck and call, enveloping her hand as she pulls out a shiny crystal, a polished, intricately carved sapphire stone , glimmering in the light and painting the ground beneath it a striking indigo . 

Golden berry Cookie raises an eyebrow at Star Swirl Cookie, taking the offered stone before looking at the void as it sows shut , as if it never was there . 

¨ Can you just carry infinite things? ¨ Golden berry cookie inspects the sapphire in her hands, the golden berries on her sash reflecting the sunlight as it pours form the window above, the room painted in a gentle glow as the accents of pale yellow stand out in the new light .

Star Swirl shakes her head, gathering a stack of papers in one hand as she hits the bottom of them against the wooden table, making a hollow sound as the stack slowly rearranges itself to become neater . 

¨ No i can't, when i place it inside the void, it's merely hidden and it frees up space in my hands, i still carry the weight with me . ¨ 

¨ I see, ¨ Golden Berry Cookie tucks the gem inside a hidden pocket, shielding it from view as her hair slowly spirals out, forming feathery, midnight blue wings , spreading out before pushing against the wind, Golden Berry Cookie´s form out a mere figure in the distance as she flies out the window.

[ I wish you could've stayed longer. At least i wouldn't be so alone. ] 

Ding! 

Ding! 

Ding! 

….

It’s time, isn't it? For tea? First Jam did say it would occur in the afternoon…

Looking up at the clock, suspended in the air, she sighed once again, “ Please, manage the others as I visit First Jam Cookie and Harebell Cookie.” She stands up from her desk 

There's a soft soft rustle of fabric behind her, but it was acknowledgement, and so she waved her hand, the void opening up once again, the stars flickering sleepily as she stepped through, the world void slowly blanketing her as she left.

Soft cries could be heard from the other side of the wall, coming from the door at the front of the room, hordes of cookies crowding if only to gain eternity . 

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I wonder, did we have a choice? 

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“ Star Swirl cookie! There you are! For a moment I thought you wouldn't come! “ A familiar voice calls out to Star Swirl cookie, head rising to see periwinkle eyes look back at her, full of light and brilliance . 

As Star Swirl cookie stepped out of the void, she was greeted with the sight of large, elegantly carved columns and Harebell cookies at a small coffee table, 3 chairs around as a broom rested against a pillar,the periwinkle, pale gold, and white blending into each other and dancing a tune only they knew . The  scent of healthy, flourishing flowers wafted over to Star Swirl Cookie’s nose, pleasant and sweet.

“ I wouldn't dare miss it, it's hard to catch you these days as you traverse the world you know? “ Walking up to Harebell cookie, Star Swirl cookie pulls out a chair, crossing her legs as she sits beside Harebell cookie. “ Do you mind indulging me with your adventures? “ 

Harebell cookie gives a bright smile, blond hair framing her face perfectly as her shawl flows out with the small breeze, rhythmically swaying , her trademark hat in her lap as she nods .

“ Of Course not, let me tell you, I went to this really pretty field , it was full of Harebell flowers and oh it was just so pretty, you should've seen it!!You would've loved it!” Harebell Cookie’s hands animate the conversation, adding a lively atmosphere to the area as Star Swirl cookie smiles . 

“  That sounds nice, maybe if I get a break from my duties, I'll join you on your adventures one day! “ Harebell cookie brightens, stars seeming to twinkle around her as if to emphasize her elation as she squeals . 

“ Oh you’ll love it if you do come!! “ Harebell Cookie claps her hands together, smiling as bright as the sun as the scent of roses blossoms in the air.

Before any of them continue, a soft chuckle emerges from the sidelines, a familiar figure at the edges of the pavilion, long red hair distinct against the greenery as cream robes sway rhythmically in the wind.

A melodious cadence of soft clicks announced First Jam Cookie's approach, her cream-colored robes swaying with an almost ethereal grace. The subtle aroma of sun-ripened strawberries, a comforting signature, preceded her. Harebell Cookie's periwinkle eyes lit up, and she eagerly gestured to an empty seat. "First Jam! Perfect timing! I was just about to delve into one of my latest escapades with a particularly stubborn patch of Moonkissed Petunias!"

With an amused smile on her face, First jam takes out a bag, reaching in, the rustle of the bag rough yet soft at the same time as she pulls box some boxes of tea, ranging from green tea, all the way to high end ones, a kettle coming from nowhere .

“ Do you need me to heat up the water?” Star Swirl offers, unwillingly to feel like a freeloader as both of them nod. 

“ Of course! How else would be boil this? Leave it out in the sun and wait for 3 hours, staring at the bucket waiting for it to boil? “ Harebell laughs at the thought, a joyful sound coming from her as she opens the kettle and fills it with water, the liquid overlapping itself and creating small waves inside the porcelain as it makes a soft, hollow sound before stopping . 

Taking the kettle, Star Swirl sleeve’s billows out, the leaves of the trees rustling and the flowers blooming in vibrant peals of color in the background . She cups the kettle in her hand as she suspends it in the air, a small star underneath to heat up the kettle, muffled popping sounds coming from inside . 

“ It’ll take some time, any hotter and the porcelain will break.” First Jam cookie smiles, nodding as she opens the box of tea, hands elegantly tearing through the box and plucking out a tea bag from the container before offering the box to the others .

“ Here, take any! I have too much anyways.” Harebell cookie brightens, smiling in gratitude at the other , her broom at her side as she gently takes the box from First Jam’s grip, fingerings lingering too long before retracting . 

“ Thank you! Truly, what would we do without you?” She gives a nervous laugh, lands neatly folding in her lap as Star Swirl watches a subtle blush arise on Harebell Cookie‘s cheeks before turning towards First Jam Cookie, observing the same gentleness on her face. 

….

[ What a close relationship.] 

The silence is comfortable, just tinged with a bit of tension as Harebell cookie taps her fingers on the rim of the table, First Jam cookie fidgeting with her cup as Star Swirl cookie just looks between them.

“ Well-”

SQUEALLL!!!!

The kettle slowly puffs out a steady stream of steam as it emits a loud , high pitched screech, alerting the 3 of them as Star Swirl fumbles for the kettle, her fingers quickly turning red .

“ Oh! Crap, we forgot about the kettle-” Harebell cookie quickly sets her teacup in place, Star Swirl cookie giving a sheepish laugh as her fingers close over the handle of the delicate porcelain . 

A gasp escaped Star Swirl's lips as the heat lingered on her doughy fingers. Before she could fully register the sting, a gentle warmth enveloped her hand. She looked up to see First Jam Cookie's gloved hands cradling hers, her touch surprisingly firm yet soothing, like sun-warmed jam.

"Does it still tingle?" First Jam's voice was a soft melody, concern etched into the delicate curve of her brow.

Star Swirl managed a weak smile. "Just a little crisp around the edges. Nothing a bit of starlight can't fix." She tried to pull away, but First Jam's grip remained steady. Harebell huffed, her ears twitching in disapproval.

Then, a low hum resonated from First Jam's touch. The air around their hands shimmered, and a faint scent of wild strawberries filled the air. Though First Jam spoke no discernible words, intricate patterns of light, the color of deep crimson jam, danced beneath her gloves. The sensation on Star Swirl's burn shifted from a raw ache to a pleasant warmth, the tingling fading with each pulse of light. It felt strangely familiar, like a half-remembered lullaby. When First Jam finally released her hand, the redness was gone, the dough beneath feeling smooth and whole once more.

Star Swirl stared at her healed hand, a sense of wonder washing over her. Harebell clapped her hands softly. "See? Told you it was amazing! First Jam's healing touch is like a sprinkle of pure magic!"

A delicate rose blush bloomed on First Jam's cheeks. "It's merely a simple enchantment, fueled by a bit of heartfelt concern." She avoided Star Swirl's gaze, her attention turning to the perfectly steeped tea.

Harebell Cookie gasps, as if offended, “ You think too low of yourself, it's not everyday you see your  friend perform magic not even the highest level cookies can perform!” Star Swirl nods, inspecting her healed hand as intrigue dances in her eyes .

“ It's quite fascinating actually.” Star Swirl cookie looks at First Jam, a smile of gratitude on her face. “Thank you, First Jam Cookie, I was honestly thinking I would have to wait for my hand to heal, but thanks to you I won't!” 

First Jam looks away, setting her teacup on the table, as she attempts to use her hair as a barrier from the other two’s stares. “ You guys…, flatter me..”

Harebell Cookie lifts the teacup up to her lips, the scent of harebells wafting towards Star Swirl Cookie as Harbell Cookie blows on her tea, attempting to cool it down . “ You're too humble, First Jam.”

The conversation dies down after that, a comfortable silence overtaking the area, the sound of rustling leaves being the only thing that keeps the place from going completely quiet.

It was nice, in comparison to the cries of the people, to the relentless assault of prayers and burdening schedule placed upon Star Swirl Cookie’s shoulders . 

She raises her head, looking at first jam with an indescribable expression.

[ If this is already burdening to me, what's it like for First Jam Cookie? Having to provide and heal the whole population…] 

There, on First Jam’s face, is a look of contentment, relaxation as she sips her tea, legs crossed with an elegant demeanor as she gently blows on her tea, the liquid rippling as she takes a sip once again .

….

You truly are something else .

Star Swirl Cookie looks down, suddenly feeling much smaller in comparison as she shifts, fidgeting with her hands as Harebell hums, her ears twitching happily as a satisfied grin spreads across her face . 

[ … I … have to be like you, if I want First Water to look at me like she does with you.] 

And so, the star watches the water drift further towards the sun .

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It’s dark outside, the stars shimmering through the night sky and reaching earthbread as their light shines down upon the world, the moon illuminating the ground below, moonglades dancing upon the water as it ripples with the wind.

Star Swirl leans on the railing of the balcony , hair slipping from behind her ear as she looks down at the lake below, shimmering and reflecting the moonlight, a figure at the water’s edge, dipping the lower half of their legs into the dark water as they close their eyes . 

The moonlight painted the lake's surface in shimmering silver, reflecting the luminous depths of First Water Cookie's eyes. Each languid sweep of her translucent tail sent ripples across the still water, the gentle shush of the reeds a hushed counterpoint to the silent yearning in Star Swirl's chest. Tiny water sprites, drawn to First Water's presence, danced at the water's edge, their laughter like the tinkling of frozen droplets.

Star Swirl’s eyes soften, hand cushioning her cheek as she watches First Water, a look of adoration and love on her face as First water traces patterns into the murky depths of the lake, fishes coming up to greet her as she smiles.

A deep sigh comes from Star Swirl cookie, her heart throbbing just a bit as she’s reminded by the fact that First Jam Cookie admires someones else, an image of a woman, bright red, translucent hair with a jammy texture with an elaborate headpiece flashing in her head.

A kind voice, intelligent, pale white robes that compliment her features as she stands in the sun, divine and on par with first water’s ability, just perfect, lovely and beautiful.

…

How cruel.

To love another, to pay attention to another with all your heart only to be ignored, 

Nevertheless, I can wait, we have eternity after all, and I'll stay with you until my soul shatters, left with nothing but yearning as I search for you.

However, a brief flicker of hope bloomed in her soul, reaching for a wish that might never come true. 

[ These days… First Water Cookie doesn't look at First Jam so much… Maybe i.. Have a chance?] 

A twinge of reluctance and hate twists in Star Swirl’s soul, repulsed at the fact that she was somewhat delighted in the fact, First Jam had done nothing wrong, in fact she was a wonderful friend and a great person overall. 

And yet… 

Star Swirl cookie sighs, massaging her temples as she tries to navigate her feelings before ultimately turning to leave, opening the balcony door back to her quarters, the extravagant furniture greeting her with a chill as she steps inside , the wind blowing and making her robes flow out as she closes the door.

She didn't see red eyes dart up, looking at her as she left, tinged with a bit disappointment before the figure slipped into the water, her body melding with the liquid as they sank underneath the surface, retreating to the cool, familiar embrace of their waters as they closed their eyes.

Tomorrow is a new day, and you can only pray that you will survive to see another , and for a different outcome rather than the same .

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Knock. 

Knock.

Knock.

Star Swirl Cookie sighs, hand supporting her head as she massages her temples, frustration bleeding into her tone as she looks up, eyebags hollowing into her skull as she stares at the door, a lone guard there . 

¨ Come again later, I'm too-¨ 

¨ Your Lady, it's Lady Golden Berry Cookie, and she claims it's urgent.¨ They say, standing in the doorway as a familiar silhouette paces through the halls behind the guard, wings not even shifted back to normal, a testament towards Golden Berry Cookie´s anxiety. 

[ What- ] 

Star Swirl cookie furrows her brows, concern etching onto her face as she places down her pen 

“Come in.” The guard opens the door for Golden Berry Cookie, Soft ash gray skin coming into view as navy dress reveals itself, accents of yellow and lighter shades of blue accentuating Golden Berry´s Features, eyes full of grim acceptance, her hair ruffled.

¨ This isn't all too urgent , but… I think you might want to see this. ¨ Golden Berry starts first, amber eyes looking down , her feather-like tips in her hair nervously swaying back and forth , her hands stretching out to deliver a letter, a crisp seal in place , her heels clicking against the floor.

“What? You had me scared there..”Star Swirl lets out a nervous laugh , the halo above their head spinning slowly, the cycle of eternity continuing as Star Swirl cookie stacks up a few documents, places them to the side, and folds her hands in her lap.

Golden Berry Cookie moved with a hushed reverence, the very air in Star Swirl's chambers held its breath. The stark white envelope he presented seemed to pulse with an unspoken weight. The crisp snap as Star Swirl broke the royal seal echoed in the vast room, a sound far sharper than the gentle rustle of fabric billowing out, covering the high windows .

That snap of the seal echoed the sharp crack that seemed to fissure the very foundation of Star Swirl's soul. The elegant script swam before her eyes, each carefully formed letter a tiny, glittering shard of ice piercing her heart.

There, in front of her eyes are the dreaded words, the ones she loathed to see, the ones she dared to think wouldn't appear before her eyes for the eternity she lived for, the ones she wished, prayed,  wouldn't arrive, 

There, in neat penmanship, one that is so achingly familiar , it says. 

{  You honor us with your presence and would immeasurably augment our joyous commencement as we, First Water Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie, embark upon the sublime odyssey of matrimony.

Furthermore, with sentiments of profound affection and unwavering trust, we deem you, Star Swirl Cookie, an indispensable luminary within our constellation of cherished companions. It is with immense pleasure and heartfelt conviction that we hereby appoint you as a Bridesmaid, entrusting you with the esteemed honor of standing alongside the bride on this most auspicious occasion. Your grace, support, and effervescent spirit will immeasurably enrich the tapestry of our celebration.

With hearts overflowing with anticipatory elation, we beseech your esteemed attendance at the solemnization of our union, a felicitous occasion wherein we shall plight our troth and commence our shared sojourn through the verdant pastures of life.

The auspicious confluence of our destinies shall transpire on the 25th of may, in the annum of our Lord XXXX, commencing precisely at 11 am and ending at 8 Pm

The hallowed sanctuary wherein our vows shall resonate and our spirits intertwine is the venerable Spire of knowledge, situated at { You already know this place star, you’ve visited plenty of times!}.

Following the hallowed rites, we entreat you to partake in a jubilant repast and convivial celebration at The Pearl Parlour located at the edge of the Moonfrost Sea.  There, amidst an atmosphere of effervescent merriment, we shall commemorate the genesis of our conjugal concord.

The favor of your considered response is earnestly requested no later than the 10th of April , that meticulous arrangements may be orchestrated with due diligence. Kindly direct your affirmative or negative declination to First Water cookie.

Your esteemed presence, and in your particular case, your invaluable participation as a Bridesmaid, would immeasurably amplify the resplendence of this momentous occasion, and we eagerly anticipate the distinct privilege of your company as we inaugurate this extraordinary chapter of our intertwined existence.

With sentiments of profound anticipation and heartfelt affection,

First Water Cookie

and

Shadow Milk cookie.                                            }

The crisp parchment slipped from Star Swirl’s numb fingers, landing on the polished floor with a sound that echoed the shattering of something precious within her. The elegant script blurred through the sudden sting of tears she refused to let fall. Each word was a precise, elegant blade twisting in the core of her ancient being. Matrimony. Joyous commencement. Shared sojourn. These words, meant to celebrate love, were a stark pronouncement of her solitude. The light of the stars in her halo flickered erratically, mirroring the fracturing of the carefully constructed facade of her eternal composure. The paradise she had unknowingly clung to – the faint hope of a different future – dissolved like morning mist. All that remained was the cold, hard truth of her unrequited love, now sealed with an invitation to witness its consummation. The breath caught in her throat, a silent scream trapped within her immortal form.

And yet, she still sighed, and merely picked the letter up from the cold, wooden floor, placed it on the desk with a flourish, and leaned back in her chair, her heart aching as she stared.

….

This was how it was supposed to go, wasn't it?

First Water deserves the steady wisdom of the Fount of Knowledge, Star Swirl told herself, the mantra a fragile shield against the rising tide of despair. His understanding runs deeper than the Moonfrost Sea; his love, a constant, unwavering current.

….

It might've been better for both of them, but it still stung . 

Star Swirl sighs, Her vision blurring but then clearing up as she brushes the stack of papers to the side, taking out a quail and a clean sheet of paper, careful not to get any ink onto the paper, careful not to expose her emotions in her writing as she neatly signs every letter . 

And so, she signed an affirmative , Golden Berry Cookie in the doorway, dark wings slowly morphing back into hair as an indescribable expression passed over her face, a hand reaching out hesitant before gently holding her arm as if to comfort, bright amber eyes staring at her with pity.

A sad Smile made it´s way onto Star Swirl cookie´s face, a tinge of gratitude in her eyes as she shakily pens a letter of congratulations and well wishes before sighing and placing down the pen, a dull thunk echoing through the silent room. 

For the least she could do now, for both herself and First Water, was to be there for First Water’s wedding, to be the constant in the world of change . 

Oh cupid. 

How could you be so cruel to me?

| ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ |

[ideas-of-immortality]

Ben 10 Anodite Redesigns

Click to see in better detail, dynamic poses from Adorkastock

This design was partially inspired by @oso-mimir 's Anodites With Bones, which was such a god tier take that I am making that my permanent HC now.

Close Up of the Doodles

Drawing Explanation (Image Text) Below the Cut

Born Anodite = Was Born to only (an) Anodite Parent(s), so was born in their Anodite form

Anodite-Hybrids = Anodites with one non-Anodite Parent, can either be born as the species of the non-human parent, or the Anodite parent

"The Spark" = for Anodite-Hybrids, the potential for them to unlock their Anodite Abilities, most Anodite-Hybrids have a 50% or less chance of unlocking their abilities, and those who show potential at birth are considered blessed with strong powers. For Born Anodites, it just refers to the source of their powers internally, ignoring that they can absorb energy around them.

Standard Anodite "Purple/Pink"

A Born Anodite will almost always appear as this color at birth

An Anodite-Hybrid usually only ever unlocks this color, it's incredibly rare for them to be able to appear as the other colors on the spectrum

Anodites tend to chose to appear in this from, to avoid conflict with other Anodites over perceived power differences

Red/Orange Anodite

The most stable and long-lived of Anodites

The weakest in power, in order to do high energy moves they have to store their power for a long time

Tend to be first or second generation Anodites, as many of them came into existence shortly after the Big Bang

Yellow Anodites

The most common form for Anodites, their power is the average power level for an energy being

Towards the end of their lives, they tend to shift towards the Red/Orange color spectrum

Blue/White Anodites

One of the rarest kinds of Anodite, they burn hot and bright

Strongest and deadliest attacks, capable of destroying whole star systems

Usually unless they're contained with special blockers, they release stupidly high levels of radiation and are dangerous to be around

Shortest lifespan of all Anodites, when they are close to death they tend to explode brilliantly and end up a brown color.

Brown Anodite

A Born Anodite who fails to produce their own power is usually called a "Failed Anodite"

They can ignite "The Spark" if they are fully submerged in high energy sources like Supernovas, Magnetars, Pulsars, or Neutron Stars, and become a Standard Anodite in appearance. However their powers will tend to be on the weaker side of the Yellow Anodite spectrum, or they will have Red/Orange Anodite levels.

Incredibly Rare, and are discriminated against by other Anodites, they tend to be abandoned at birth unless their parent(s) decide to try and ignite "the spark"

Blue/White Anodites can end up looking similar to them at the end of their lives, but they are still treated as Blue/White Anodites socially.

Black Anodite

The Boogie-Man of Anodites, supposedly they can no longer produce their own energy so they subsist on stray particles in the depths of space. Basically Zombies.

Doodle Explanations

Hair

Typically Anodites will have 5 distinct tendrils for their "hair", like a star

If an Anodite has short hair, it grows and develops those five tendrils as they activate their powers.

Anodites can be bald but it's incredibly rare, and usually artistically speaking is linked to stories of Black Anodites.

Face

The darker coloration on Anodite faces, their "mask", varies in shape from family unit to family unit

Anodites do not have mouths naturally, they communicate telepathically. When interacting with lesser lifeforms they will form a mouth in order to speak.

Verdona is a Yellow Anodite, Gwen never actually unlocks any other color, but if she's using spells she can boost her powers to match that of a Blue/White Anodite, much to Verdona's pleasure.

Sunny is a Born Anodite, her family moved to earth when she was young and they all pretended to be humans, hence why Gwen and her family didn't know the Anodite thing. They moved to earth because Sunny was a Brown Anodite, and they being loving and attentive parents wanted to get her away from the bullying back on Anodyne. Sunny later on as a teen ignited her "spark" and has a power level of a Red/Orange-cusp Yellow Anodite. This is why she has such a grudge against Gwen, as Gwen not only developed a spark later on, but became super powerful.

If we're going on the Anodite!Ben path, Ben is a Blue/White Anodite much to Verdona's horror. However due to him not only not activating his powers until he was 13, plus not really going out of his way to use them, his lifespan is probably closer to that of a Yellow Anodite.

If an Anodite appears as any other color it's usually due to some external influence. If Anodite!Ben still has the Omnitrix, he'd probably be more green shifted, but still a White/Blue Anodite in form.

@aimlovesmusic LOOK WHAT I FINISHED >>>:3cccc

[pupkashi]

new year, new superstition

whoever said red underwear on new years brings love was onto something

a/n: happy new years [eve] !! i cannot wait to spend another year with y’all and making more silly stories that i hope u guys will enjoy :3 let me know what y’all think of this silly thing i thought of at 4 am <3

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you never believed in myths dealing with the new year. you never cared to run around with a suitcase or wear polka dots or to start sweeping and somehow eat twelve grapes all in under a minute.

and you most definitely never went out to buy yellow or red underwear to wear on new years.

until today, when you consciously wore your red pair of underwear, what’s the harm? it won’t do anything anyway you thought to yourself, continuing to get ready for the party your friend had invited you to.

your friends cheered as you they spotted you among the crowd of people, motioning for you to join them as they said hello, handing you a champagne glass as scooting over so you could take a seat.

after a couple minutes of talking you excuse yourself to the bathroom, hurrying as you check the time.

11:56 pm

you’re walking quickly, stopping in your tracks when you can’t find your friends.

there’s a light tap on your shoulders, “excuse me,” the voice is unfamiliar, making you turn around quickly. you’re greeted with stunning blue eyes and snowy bangs falling into them, a charming smile on the strangers face.

“hi,” you smile softly, not wanting to seem rude, “can i help you with something?” your head cocks to side a bit, confused as to why this drop dead gorgeous man was tapping you on the shoulder minutes before midnight.

“yes actually!” he grins, “see my best friend over there, thinks i have no game,” he points at the bar, you subtly glance over, seeing a man with long black sipping on a drink, observing the two of you, “he thinks i won’t be able to find someone to kiss by midnight.”

you stare at him dumbfounded, what the fuck was going on. “so you want me to..?” you trail off, staring at the much taller man as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“kiss me at midnight, yes,” he grins, “only if you want of course! if not feel free to walk away,” you weigh the pros and cons of the situation.

pro’s: you kiss a hot guy on new years, he proves he has game

con’s: ?

“yeah why not,” you laugh, “I’m y/n” you smile, the man flashes you a smile before replying, “satoru!”

the people around you begin to countdown and you step closer to satoru, giggling when his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you a bit closer. you let your arms snake around his neck.

“five! four! three-!”

“can i kiss you?” he breaths out, you nod, crashing your lips onto his as balloons fall from the ceiling, fireworks popping can be heard from outside as everyone cheers.

your lips fit together perfectly, you can taste his vanilla chapstick and the champagne he was sipping on. satoru feels like he’s on cloud nine, smiling widely when you two pull away.

“happy new year, satoru” you grin, lips still tingling as he smiles back at you.

“happy new year y/n” he replies, about to say something else when your friends find you, quickly whisking you away. you look back at him, an apologetic smile on your face as you wish your friends a happy new year.

it’s almost an hour later when you’re walking out of the building, tugging your jacket a bit closer to you when the cold breeze hits you.

“you cold?” the voice makes you stop in your tracks, a smile fighting it’s way onto your lips when you turn around, bright blue eyes meeting yours.

“aren’t you?” you reply, watching as he approaches you with a grin, he shakes his head.

“only been out here for twenty minutes” he laughs, teeth chattering a bit. the sound makes your mouth fall open, laughing softly.

“why have you been out here for twenty minutes? you don’t even have gloves on oh my god!” you squeal, instinctively taking his hands in yours, face burning when you realize how much larger his were than yours.

“didn’t wanna miss you,” he admits, cheeks even rosier than before as he looks at you, “couldn’t leave my new years kiss without getting to know them a bit more” he smiles, “especially when they’re an amazing kisser,” he teases.

you can’t help but roll your eyes, a bit embarrassed as you tug him back into the lobby of the building.

“if you wanted my number all you had to do was ask” you reply, satoru wiggles his nose a bit, smiling at you and humming.

“yeah but then i wouldn’t get to talk to you while i slowly unfreeze” there’s a flirty glint in his eyes, his gaze makes you look away for a second, flustered as you try to think of something to say back to him.

“we’ll what kind of person would i be if i left you hanging after giving you the best kiss of your life?” you laugh, watching as his smile grows even wider, giggling at your words.

you can’t help but immediately become even more attracted to him as he laughs, dimples popping out and making you swoon.

the two of you talk for a bit longer, deeming him warm enough to live before you’re scribbling your number onto his palm, kissing his cheek and waving goodbye.

you wake up the next day with a message from an unknown number:

it’s satoru :)

would you wanna get lunch sometime ? you see my best friend thinks i have no game … :3

you can’t help but laugh, biting your lip as you reply to his text,

well what kind of person would i be if i didn’t help prove him wrong :/

satoru swings his feet as he reads your reply, shoving the phone in suguru’s face, sticking his tongue out before texting you.

maybe he should be glad shoko accidentally washed his clothes with hers that one time, turning all his whites red.

he’s glad he wore that pair of white turned red pair of boxers that night, he can’t imagine a life where he didn’t have you in his arms right now, celebrating new years together once again.

it’s just the two of you in your house this year, 24 grapes in a small bowl on the table next to you, giggling softly as you cuddle together on the couch, watching the live feed of the countdown.

“kiss me at midnight? I’ve got something to prove to my best friend” he smirks, you can help but roll your eyes at him, sitting up and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him gently.

“oh shut it” you smile, crashing your lips onto his as the clock strikes 12 fireworks displaying on the tv screen, lighting up the entire living room.

you pull away quickly, grabbing the bowl as the two of you scarf down the grapes, laughing when satoru almost chockes on one of them. as the final chime of the clock sounds you press a kiss to your lovers lips, both of you smiling as he chases you for one last kiss.

“happy new years sweetheart” he mumbles, grinning when you card your fingers through his hair.

“happy new years angel boy,” you reply, pressing a kiss to his dimples before landing on his lips once more.

safe to say the two of you definitely believe in the new years myths now (suguru tells satoru he should get the credit, not shoko’s terrible laundry skills).

taglist: @chilichopsticks @anime-for-the-sleepless @4sat0ruu @safaia-47 @nanamikentoseyebags @fushironi @nineooooo @the-mom-friend-dot-com @gojoshooter @sat6ru @beautiful-is-boring @sweetheart-satoru @luna0713hunter @torusmochi

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 76

Yennefer has seen it all. She's become a sorceress, She's healed someone's obvious gay-crush right before sleeping with the man crushing on him, She's seen a man come back from the dead and explain he's a dragon, She's seen a lot, alright? She's not surprised by much. One day, however, she hears very loud knocking on her front door. Eulgh. She answers it, already expecting to be annoyed. A woman stands there, with brown skin, and long straight black hair. She has an odd pale marking on her face. The woman gestures to two horses she's leading behind her. One is a handsome chestnut, with a fluffy short mane that has bangs that dip past it's shockingly blue eyes. The stallion is anxiously tapdancing in place, as if it knows what Yennefer can do. The other is a larger, stronger horse, with a very dark midnight coat, with stunningly white mane and tail. The horse's long hair isn't enough to hide it's alarmingly bright yellow eyes... With familiar pupils. Yennefer turns to the woman again, and narrows her eyes. "Roach?"

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Smutty Shorts- Thanksgiving Edition

Jake Jensen x Reader

18+ Only Blog

Your hand braced on the top of the humvees leather back seats, your knees making the supple leather creek as you rose up and down above Jake, riding his cock nice and slow. Swiveling your hips had you clenching around him, slowly breaking his resolve to start pounding into you. Appreciative hands explored your body, right now palming your breasts while he sucked on your nipple, making the harsh pull be felt down to your toes that curled. 

“How late do you think we are?” You moaned out, dragging your fingers through his hair, already it was stuck every which way, his glasses askew and fogged as he glanced up at you from your breast, taking one last teasing bite before pulling away. 

Jake already looked so thoroughly ruined, swollen lips where he was panting, ruddy cheeks and half-closed eyes that studied you riding him.

He slid his hands down to frame your hips, making you ride him just a little faster. “I already sent a text saying I had to stop for gas.” 

You giggled, cupping his face and falling in closer to him to kiss your man senseless, nipping on his swollen lips. That made his hips jerk up into you, his cock twitching deep inside you. “Im sure they didn't even question it with this gas guzzler.” 

“You hating on Daffy?” He was somehow able to pass off his puppy dog hurt face, right in the middle of ruining you. Of course, you did insult his beloved bright yellow humvee. 

“Just stating facts, you know I love Daffy.” You curled in closer to him, your thighs squeezing around him. “I’m close Jakey, are you?” You buried your face in against his neck, pressing kisses against tensed tendons and up to his ear, moaning against the shell. “Please? Come with me Jake.” 

“M’right there Baby.” His fingers circled your clit, pushing you to finish. “Lemme have it.” You both rushed to finish, burying himself while you cried out into his shoulder, clutching him as your pussy fluttered around him. 

Panting filled the humvee, the only sound for the moment. 

It wasn't long though till a bang thumped against the door, Cougar yelling from outside. “Get your asses inside before Clay comes and drags you in, you two aren't very inconspicuous in this thing, even parked down the street.” 

You started giggling, Jake trying to muffle you while yelling “Get lost Cougar!” 

[heartfullofleeches]

Holiday period at the fast food reader's workplace. Do they have costumes for Halloween? Do anything special for thanksgiving? What about Christmas, do they do something like a secret Santa? Do they all celebrate Reader's birthday/anniversary of them being hired?

I'm fine if you focus on one or do any of them/something unrelated that I haven't thought of. I just want more fast food reader and the gang of nightmares that adore them 😭

(Going with Birthday because I thought of the funniest thing, but maybe Christmas Special in the future?)

Twenty minutes left on the clock.

You shoved your coat and bag beneath the counter before the start of your shift to make for an easy get away. You'd recently invested in a lanyard you keep hidden down your shirt to keep your keys secure and on you at all times. The line was moving quickly thanks to the new hire that had yet to witness the horrors of the establishment. You could probably even get away with leaving without clocking out if you sucked up to your boss enough tomorrow. There would still be consequences, but as long as you could make it through today everything would be fine. Just twenty more minutes...

"Hey..."

A gentle tap on your shoulder draws your ailing mind from the depths of dread this cursed day traps you in. The janitor stands behind you, hands tucked into their pockets. You eye the slight bulge of a square item in their left, but decide its none of your business as you raise a hand in greeting. "Hey. What's up?"

"Not much..." They rock on their heels, more fidgety than usual as their hands shift in their apron pockets. "Hope I'm not bothering you, but I was cleaning up the break room and noticed there was a mark on the calendar with your name on it... It's your birthday today, right?"

Oh no.

No. No. No.

You open your mouth to make up some ahitty excuse, but your tongue remains glued to the floor of your mouth. Your eyes dart towards the boarded doors of the party room as they speak.

"If I had known sooner, I would've gotten you something better, but this was all I could pick up during my break. Honestly, birthdays are a new concept to me, but a lot of things are. You've... helped me learn a lot about myself so I just wanted to say-"

The Janitor pulls their hand from their apron - presenting a yellow box with a bright red bow.

"Happy birthday."

A loud bang shakes the doors of the party room, rocking tower of unused tables and chairs used to keep them closed. You knew they wouldn't be enough to keep what's inside in - a distraction to keep it at bay hopefully giving you enough time to flee. You quickly grab your things and vault over the counter, shoving past customers still waiting patiently in line as another bang knocks down the top layer of defense. Bang. Bang. Bang. Your heart leaps in your chest with every crash of furniture hitting the ground. You force yourself to look ahead as the doors fly open - stale air raising the hairs on your skin. The squeaks of its shoes send chills down your spine - raspy voice crawls in your ears like maggots to a fresh carcass.

"Did I hear it was a certain someone's.. Birthday?..

Against the voices in your head screaming at you to do otherwise, you glance over your shoulders. There are still smudges in its makeup from your last encounter with it dating exactly one year back to this day. You shutter as its twin tongues, still tied in that braid it tried shoved your esophagus snakes over its painted lips.

"No?"

Its smile grows. "You don't have to lie... I have the date written right here... And here...."

The clown points its gangly fingers at its forehead and chest respectively.

"I think you might have my birthday confused with that guy over there."

You pick up your feet as the clown snaps its head in the direction your finger aims. Seeing a blank wall, and hearing your shoes slap against te, it gives chance - crouching on all fours and bounding after you. Its cold hands latch around your ankle, yanking you off balance and towards the party room doors. You scratching at the floor doors, clawing faster as you feel its eyes on you from over its shoulder.

"No! My birthday was last year - I swear!"

"Silly, silly. You have one every year, and it should be celebrated every. Single. Day.... I've got cake!"

[roro-the-drago]

The question arrives, who will claim the Soul Jam? The Jester? Or the King?

[ID Below!]

[ID: Full rendered drawing of two characters, one right-side up on the bottom, the other upside down at the top. They're both reaching for a sky blue club-like gemstone in the middle which is glowing brightly. The figure in at the bottom looks like; Short, pale blonde hair split in the middle, tan skin with closed eyes that have white eyelashes and a star like mark in the middle of his forehead, big pale yellow hat that has a waffle cone pattern with the brim being a darker yellow and more pointed. Holding together his cape is a cross-shaped metal object with a light blue club-like gemstone in the middle and underneath flows two long tassels. His robe is white and loose with a bit of brown dripping down the middle like chocolate ice cream. He holds a staff with a flower at the top. The flower has a half opened eye and is staring at the middle shape. The figure up top looks like; Long black hair with blue eyes near the ends and white and blue bangs near his face, light blue skin with a teal [left] and deep blue [right] colored eyes. He wears puffy sleeves, one white one black, with blue teardrop shaped patterns in it. He wears a white ruffled collar with a steel colored diamond shaped object that has a upside down club-like gemstone that has a line through it to look like an eye. He wears a tight black leotard with teal diamonds on his chest and knees. He holds a staff that seems to hold a light-to-deep blue orb with a bright teal iris. Under the orb is something that looks like a milk splash holding it in place. He grows more transparent the further down he goes. The background is a deep-to-light blue with a dark-to-light squares-to-diamonds pattern. End ID]