#you're so sweet \o/

[cod-thoughts]

And all this devotion rushing out of me

Word count: 1k

Relationships: Andrei/Vladimir, Makarov/Nolan, Makanolan

Tags: Established Relationship, slight hurt/comfort, possessive behaviour, falling asleep

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: A gift for the wonderful @panchulien Happy valentines day Oliv!!! Its been so cool to see you get more and more brave to share your stuff on here you're really good, i love reading your writing and your tags on things??? That pure joy and excitement is so wholesome it always makes me smile. You're so sweet and so kind, its always a joy to see you around <33 This was my attempt at these two, i dont know that much about them yet but i couldnt help myself, i had to try for this so hopefully you like it aaaaaa <33

The mission had been a success, though the world would not see it that way. The air reeked of smoke and metal, the kind of stench that clung to skin, to cloth, to memory. But here, in the dimly lit confines of the safehouse, the world did not exist. Only him.

Makarov sat slumped in the chair, exhaustion creeping in at the edges. He did not yield to it, of course. He never did. Even with sweat and blood drying on his skin, even with the weight of a battlefield's worth of chaos pressing upon him, he did not allow himself to falter.

But Nolan saw it.

He was the only one permitted to. The only one allowed to witness the moment Makarov’s shoulders dropped, the mask of ruthless ambition cracking, if only in the quiet solitude they carved out for themselves.

“Stay still.” Nolan’s voice was softer than usual, but there was no mistaking the command laced within it. He crouched beside Makarov, cloth in hand, dabbing at the cut along his jaw. It was shallow—hardly a concern—but Nolan cared anyway.

Makarov did not flinch, did not push him away. That alone was a kind of indulgence, a kind of trust.

“You should eat.” Nolan knew the answer before it came.

A scoff, the barest curve of Makarov’s lips. “Later.”

“No. Now.” Nolan’s fingers curled against Makarov’s jaw, tilting his head slightly so he could work at a particularly stubborn smear of blood. His thumb smoothed over the skin once, then twice. A touch that lingered longer than necessary. “No good to me half-dead, Vlad.”

That earned him a chuckle. Makarov’s gaze flickered up, tired but sharp, always sharp. “To you?”

“To me.” Nolan did not hesitate. He never did, not when it came to this.

Silence stretched between them, thick with understanding, with possession so deeply ingrained it no longer needed to be spoken aloud. Nolan finished cleaning the wound, setting the cloth aside before reaching for the tin he’d pilfered earlier—something sweet, something small, something Makarov would not refuse if it came from him.

Makarov watched him, amusement glinting in that ice-cut gaze, but he accepted the offering. Only because it was Nolan.

Only Nolan got to see this—Makarov indulging in something as mundane as a biscuit after a bloodied mission, leaning into Nolan’s touch with the barest shift of his weight. Only Nolan got to take care of him.

But Nolan was not satisfied. He could never be satisfied.

Makarov was his, and yet, in moments like these, it was Nolan who belonged to him more. He dipped his head, pressing a kiss to the corner of Makarov’s jaw, just where the blood had been moments ago. A silent claim, a lingering touch. Makarov exhaled, barely a sigh, but it sent something electric through Nolan’s spine.

“You fuss too much,” Makarov murmured, but his hand settled on the back of Nolan’s neck, fingers twisting into his hair. Not pushing him away. Holding him there.

Nolan let himself sink into it, pressing his forehead against Makarov’s, their breaths mingling. No one else would ever have this. No one else would ever get him like this.

They stayed like that for a moment, bound by something deeper than mere loyalty. Nolan's hands traced over Makarov’s shoulders, finding the tension hidden beneath the fabric of his ruined shirt. He kneaded at the knots there, slow, deliberate, his movements bordering on reverence.

“Mmm, warm,” Makarov muttered, his voice slipping into something softer, something only Nolan would ever have the privilege to hear.

A faint smirk tugged at Nolan’s lips. He reached for the thick blanket draped over the back of the chair, pulling it around Makarov’s shoulders. The world outside was brutal, unrelenting. But here, in this stolen moment, Nolan could soften its edges.

Makarov let out a quiet sigh, barely audible, but Nolan caught it. He always did. He guided Makarov’s arms under the blanket before settling beside him, their legs brushing as he leaned in, the heat between them a stark contrast to the cold war that waited beyond these walls.

For a moment, Makarov let his guard down completely, resting his head against Nolan’s shoulder. It was not a show of weakness. It was acceptance. A silent understanding that Nolan was the only one permitted to see him like this.

“You let me take care of you.”

Makarov’s lips twitched. “And what would you do if I did not?”

Nolan’s answer was a whisper, almost too quiet for even Makarov to hear.

“I would tear the world apart.”

A hum of amusement, followed by the faintest press of Makarov’s fingers against Nolan’s wrist. A silent tether, a quiet promise.

Nolan exhaled, eyes slipping shut for just a second, allowing himself the smallest indulgence. Because Makarov might have been ruthless, might have been merciless, but in the quiet of their sanctuary, with the weight of war pressing against the door, he was soft.

And that softness was only Nolan’s to see.

But Nolan wanted more. He always did. He shifted, guiding Makarov’s head to rest against his chest, his fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns against the nape of his neck. The gesture was almost absent, something that might have gone unnoticed if not for the way Makarov’s shoulders finally, truly relaxed.

“Sleep,” Nolan murmured, the weight of the night settling over them.

Makarov huffed, a faint, amused sound, but his eyes had already slipped shut. He would never let himself be this vulnerable in the presence of anyone else, never let anyone else see the exhaustion steal over his sharp features. Only ever around Nolan would he let his guard down.

And Nolan, greedy, possessive, and wholly unwilling to share, pressed a kiss to his temple and held him close, unwilling to let the world intrude just yet.

[wayfayrr]

For both botw and totk, I've had this odd habit overall where once I've done every single mission possible and basically completed the game, I leave the kork seed puzzles alone beyond the minimal needed so I had an excuse to continue playing. By the end I've ended up slowlt finding every puzzle bit by bit to extend more time on the game and feeding link good food/getting him to rest regularly between each discoverable one and entirely traveling to them on foot to re-explore the games map again for nostalgias sake. I always felt so horrible how exhausted he possibly felt constantly functioning at 100% at all times. :( the korok puzzles at this point is just a reason for me to spoil the absolute heck out of him. I always couldn't help but wonder if he'd get joy out of the extended time or not. The thought overall always made me giggle.

(Btw you're an absolutely incredible creator and writer, and the time and effort you put into your works and community is awe inspiring. I hope you're staying safe and well especially! Thank you for the time you give us <3)

Honestly that is a really good way to keep on playing (especially since neither of them have a new game+ or hero's mode like the rest of the games) I think he'd really appreciate the fact that you don't want to fully complete the game in order to spend more time with him!!! You like being around him and want to do it more than what the game really intentionally allows

I think that both of those links are more than a bit messed up from their stint in the sheika juice (hence why they can go so long without sleep) but like the others they more than appreciate a good nap there's also the whole thing of them not being 'real' and not needing anything a living person would but ehhhh what difference does that make The fact that you're treating them like they need to eat and sleep is so !!!!!! You make him feel real, and you keep coming back and keeping him out of the void!!!

theres nothing else he could really ask for that would be possible to give you, well besides your touch, but it's not like he'll be able to get that any time soon.

(Thank you for the kind words too!! I absolutely adore this community and most of the people it's allowed me to meet so I'm happy to be able to give back in anyway I can <33 and it's so lovely to get anything like this 💖 I'm staying safe and I hope you are too anon!!)

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Hey! I love your ososan art! :) I found this on Pinterest and immediately thought of you, so... here!

Hold on hold on hold on

theeeeeere we goooooooooo~

[despairforme]

[ I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who took the time to send Nnoitra a birthday ask yesterday! It was super sweet of you and I had a blast! ;O;// I still have some asks that I got after I went to bed but I will try to get to those today! Thank you for making writing Nnoitra so lovely. I truly love it here! uvu// ]

[flamesque]

Rose tinted? If you don't mind that is!

((It may not mean much since I'm new to the blog,but also appreciate all the hardwork you for the blog, Mun. ❤️)).

Childhood Memories.

Rose tinted.

"Sorry, my memory's kinda foggy all of a sudden. Nothing really comes to mind now that I think about it."

This actually took a while for me because I was trying to go through his lore, or remember bits and pieces from what I've read and man, it's like... by now? Everything Rafayel had seen as positive back in the past has been shrouded with absolute darkness and negativity concealed by the facade he's curated for himself.

The saddest people smile the brightest.

God of the Tides, though it wasn't entirely told, I would think would've been his very first lifetime or rather one that was prominent where the elders had found him and from then on, it was equivalent to placing an infant on a pedestal before they could even walk or talk. The downfall of Lemuria that brought upon his Abysswalker Myth as well, he was already so aloof and reserved; in a way...

To me, his childhood had been ripped from him before he could even experience what it was like to even have a childhood. Even in the present as a renowned artist, it's possible he could've looked back at his experience he been through, pick bits and pieces of what made him enjoy those times before they were ripped away.

[littlemissmanga]

A Man What Takes His Time

Pairing: Wrecker x Reader

w/c: 1621

Summary: You love the passion and exuberance that Wrecker brings to every aspect of his life. Including his love life with you. But every so often, you’d like to slow things down. When you try to explain that to him, he doesn’t quite understand. So you figure a little demonstration may help your man pick up what you’re putting down. Luckily Wrecker has always been a hands-on learner.

Rating: E. Minors DNI, 18+ only.

Warnings: Talk about sex, Implied intimacy, slight male nudity (chest/torso), teasing, dirty talk

a/n: I was thinking about how early in a relationship, Wrecker likely would just give his all 100% of the time and never hold back. How could he when you’re so amazing and he loves you so much? But I can also see him not understanding when his partner tried to explain why she may want to shift the mood to slow and passionate sometimes and feel bad about himself, thinking he wasn’t giving you what you wanted. And then the conversation wrote itself, and I worked out the rest to set it up. Hope you enjoy!

Song Reco: Guy What Takes His Time

Being with Wrecker was amazing. It was everything you ever wanted.

And sometimes, it was a little more than you wanted. Physically, at least.

Not that you couldn’t keep up with him. Honestly, there were times when Wrecker was the one keeping up in the bedroom. And he would never hurt you. He was far too careful about keeping his strength in check around you.

No, it was just that with too much frequency for your liking, Wrecker’s exuberance would overtake the mood.

You felt bad for even thinking that. Sex with Wrecker was … incredible. Intense. The feeling of his hands holding you so securely made you feel safe, precious, even as he stretched and filled you, pounding into you until you saw stars. It was like your pleasure was his single goal, and he pursued it with vigor, leaving you blissed out and mindlessly satisfied every time.

But you just wished that you could slow things down every once in a while. It was rare you two got much alone time at all. So when you raced toward the finish line when you had a few hours the other day left you feeling a bit sour afterward. And it made you realize that, while pleasurable, your encounters were all usually pretty quick.

Was it so wrong to want to indulge in your man?

That’s why, when you learned the others would be heading to the nearest trading outpost to pick up supplies, you steeled yourself to say something should the opportunity arise.

And sure enough, it did. You had just finished reorganizing the supply hold when you felt your lover’s firm arms snake around you and pull you flush against him.

“Hi pretty girl.” The rumble you felt through his chest almost sounded louder than the words in your ear. Giggling, you pushed back into him even further, placing your arms over his.

“Hey yourself.”

“You all done here?” he asked, his hands splaying out across your abdomen, claiming it.

“Yup!”

“Great!”

Never one to waste time on words, Wrecker picked you up with ease and hauled you backward into his bunk as you gave an undignified squeal. He bounced as he sat on his bed, bouncing you with him until you settled sideways on his lap. Before you could blink, his lips were on you, excited and demanding, as if his patience had finally run out.

It likely has.

You loved his enthusiasm. It was so easy to get lost in the genuine joy he had as he kissed you, touched you. It made you feel so … desired. It was heady and all consuming, a feeling you never wanted to lose. And for a moment, you considered holding your tongue.

But the nagging feeling of wanting to wring pleasure out of every moment you had together wouldn’t go away. Gently, you pushed back from him and took a steadying breath.

“Do you mind if we go a bit slower today?”

You weren’t sure exactly how Wrecker would react. But you probably should have expected the concerned look he gave you.

“Uh, yeah. Are you okay, Mesh’la? I didn’t push you, did I?”

Your stomach dropped at his subdued question. “No! No, baby, not at all! Sometimes it’s nice to change things up, ya know?”

The hand that had been resting on your hip came up to rub the back of his neck. “Not really. I like what we do. B-but I’m happy to try whatever ya want.”

Oh kriff, you were messing this up. “I love what we usually do, too! It’s just … I just … Ugh, I’m not explaining this right.” You sat in silence for a beat, trying and failing to put your desires into a coherent sentence. Clarity on how to move forward came slowly, but it did come eventually. “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

“Of course, baby! Why d’ya even have to ask?”

“I wanna try something … and I need you to trust me, OK?”

His smile was so bright, despite the lingering uncertainty you could see in the way his hand still rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ll always trust ya.”

Your smile grew to match his. “Then take your shirt off and lay down for me, big guy.”

“Heh, I can do that.”

Wrecker stripped off his upper blacks and settled back on the bed, sliding his hips until he was perfectly centered with you sitting at his side.

“OK, now close your eyes and keep them closed.” He raised his scarred eyebrow at you, smile still painted on his lips. “I mean it! Eyes closed and don’t open them.”

“Yes, ma’am!” he chirped cheekily.

You leaned across him to meet his lips with your own. Unlike under his lead earlier, you kept the kiss light despite his attempts to push forward.

“Shhh, Wreck. Relax.” You cooed at him, pushing back against his chest with the lightest touch until he was still once more. “Don’t move. Just focus on how I make you feel.”

You could see the frown tugging at his plush lips and you smirked before moving up to soothe the furrow of his brow with another gentle kiss.

“Focus on how my lips feel on your skin,” you instructed in a whisper, moving said lips across his forehead and down to his ear before catching the lobe on your teeth. His hiss sent a jolt of warm delight through your stomach to settle deliciously in your core.

Yes, this is what you had been craving.

“I like that I can take my time kissing you.” You let your voice drop into a sultry husk, breathing your words out and letting that breath tickle the shell of his ear. Satisfaction curled along the base of your spine as you caught a glimpse of his hands curling into the sheets beneath him.

“Thank you for staying so still for me. I know it’s hard, baby. But I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Your tongue darted out to swipe across the delicate skin just under his jaw with enough pressure to pull just so against the shadow of scruff there, indulging on his responding moan.

“You taste so good for me. I want you to focus on how it feels when I taste you.” You could feel his breathing hitch and his heart increase as you drag yourself down his chest. Enticed by the broad expanse of golden skin splayed out before you, your fingers dance along the contours of his muscles.

“Think about how my fingers feel running feather light across your chest.” You barely brush over the peaks of his nipples, earning you a sweet whimper from your lover.

You very much wanted to do it again, but you had a point to make. And you knew Wrecker would never listen if he was too worked up.

Swallowing the temptation, you sat back and ran your fingers down his stomach. “You feel so good under my hands, baby. So strong and warm. And I don’t get to touch you nearly enough. I always want more.”

You then move over to run your hands along the rivets of his hips before scraping your nails gently over the fabric of his blacks, imagining how good it would feel to have the soft skin of his muscled thighs under you right now.

“Can you feel how every single cell feels like it’s buzzing, like it’s about to explode?”

Wrecker’s eyes popped open, the look of wonder and understanding in them halting the admonishment on your tongue. Instead, you felt a gentle smile pulling at the corner of your mouth.

“I want to make you feel like that more. It’s fun to go fast sometimes. But if you do it every time, you don’t get to enjoy the path you’re on. Going slow like this,” you purr as you lean forward to blanket his torso with your body, eyes falling level right in front of his, “means you can enjoy the journey so much more. You can even stop to savor your favorite parts longer.”

With a mischievous smirk, you ran your fingers back up his torso to catch on his nipples once again, sending a violent shudder through him and causing his hips to jump. A satisfied giggle escaped you at the feel of his very hard length against your side.

Before you could think any more about how well he responded to your teasing, Wrecker’s hand wrapped firmly around the back of your neck and pulled you forward and into a kiss.

But unlike last time, Wrecker didn’t push into you. Instead, he kept the pressure just firmer than “too light” before you felt the decadent slide of his tongue along your bottom lip.

“I get it now. My smart girl explained it so good to me.”

You glowed with his praise. “Glad I could hel—!” Your words devolved into an embarrassing yelp and your eyes slammed shut in surprise as Wrecker wrapped his arm around your waist and flipped you to press you into the mattress. You suppressed a groan of your own, your core clenching around nothing at just how easily he could throw you around.

Your hips sought out his without conscious thought ... but found no relief. Your eyes opened, confused upon seeing Wrecker holding himself away from you.  

“Wrecker?” You questioned, bending your knee to rub your leg against his until his hand engulfed your thigh, holding you in place with a chuckle.

“Don’t worry, smart girl. I think I know just how to say thank you.”

You don’t know if teaching Wrecker the joys of taking his time in bed was your best decision or your worst. You may need another session to figure it out.

[waterfallofspace]

Curiosities & Consequences

Happy birthday to @onetrickponi !!! I hope you have an amazing day today, andddd here's a lil gift for you!~

Tried to combine two things from your wishlist, "Anything where one character hears the other sneeze for the first time and they talk about it...extensively" as well as "#74 and #75 for A.ngo" Hopefully it turned out okay!~

Word Count: 4k Characters: A/ngo and O/da Set In the Dark Era, miiild b/sd spoilers, so proceed with caution!

“ihH’YTCHhew!” 

The noise cuts through the quiet bar, seeming to echo off every empty glass, being passed around like a ping pong ball of unfortunate timing. Oda’s glass stops swirling in his hand, the only outward indication he heard it. But god, how could he have missed it. 

Ango slowly removes the hand from his face, tilting his glasses down to clear the fog before Oda can notice how deep the heat soaks into his cheeks. It’s too late, of course. He’s trained to notice, and it’s not like anything about that was subtle. 

They stay frozen in that moment, Ango’s eyes hidden as they scan Oda for any indication of reaction. Maybe they’re just going to pretend it didn’t happen..? He’d always been so careful, especially around Dazai, if that man caught even an ounce of weakness, well… cat’s aren’t the only thing that play with their food before devouring it. But Oda never seemed the type for that sort of playful torture, at least not when Dazai wasn’t around. 

“Bless you, Ango.” 

It’s simple enough, not an indication there’s a conversation to be had, or a trap being set. Cautiously, Ango lifts a hand in reply, letting a light sniffle break free before speaking, attempting to conclude the interaction. 

“Thank you.” 

There’s silence again for a bit, broken only by the ice clinking against the filled glass as Oda resumes his careful swirls. Ango finds himself strangely mesmerized as the liquor catches the edge, gaining speed with each swirl. Surely they will spill out. Yet, Oda’s fingers twitch, bringing the glass to a new angle, keeping every drop in their place. 

“Never heard that before,” Oda says, the volume indicating it was meant to be heard, though his eyes never leave the glass. 

Ango takes a sip of his own drink, wishing it was something a lot stronger, more alcoholic. After a few painstaking minutes of silence, it becomes more apparent that he’s waiting for a reply. 

“Never heard what?” Ango offers, prompting the beginning of a discussion. One he’s almost certain he doesn’t want to have. 

“I mean, it’s common enough with Dazai. He’s quite sensitive in general, but more than that, he goes and makes a production of each one,” Oda trails off, the ghost of a smile lighting up the corners of his mouth. 

“Is that so,” Ango replies, careful to steady his hand as he takes another sip. This conversation is going exactly where he thought it might, but hoped it wouldn’t. Perhaps he can steer it more towards Dazai. He’s off on a mission, and while there’s no doubt he’ll return, unharmed, bored as ever, and with a few new gruesome stories, Oda’s worried for him. 

Oda nods slowly, taking another long sip. “I know you’ve noticed too.” 

“Hard not to,” Ango agrees, memories playing on a screen behind his eyes. “He really does like attention, doesn’t he?” 

“Only the right kinds. Not alone in that, is he?” 

Ango pauses, taking note of how Oda’s eyes still haven’t left his drink. There’s no indication in his tone that anything has changed. No move has been made, no chess piece shifted, and yet… the air gets thinner as Ango attempts to suck in a breath.

Silence seems the safest bet, any response will simply be taken as a continuation, and Oda’s more likely to drop it without interaction. Counterpart to the young executive who will continue pestering until he gets what he wants. 

“Always figured you’d be more subdued. Pent up, I guess.” 

Perhaps he’s been taking lessons. Dazai seems the type to teach his annoyances, eager to show Oda something new. For that matter, eager to show anyone something new. Silence is off the table, it would only make this worse, Oda doesn’t seem ready to drop it. 

Resigning himself with a sigh, Ango offers a light hum in reply. There wasn’t a question to answer, though one is sure to follow. 

“Are your sneezes always so desperate?” 

Despite the preparation, this catches him off guard. Ango raises his eyes, glass hitting the table with more force than he intended as he finds another set waiting to meet him. Oda gives him a look. Calculating, yet… amused? 

“I- What..?” Ango stutters out, not one to be lost for words, he attempts to find the string that will pull him back into the conversation with ease. For once, it seems to lead nowhere, continuing to sputter out beginnings to a sentence, never catching a grasp of the middle. 

Mercifully, Oda pulls him from the spiral, eyes still resting in Ango’s. “I always figured it would be more like the boss. Something subdued, polite even. With him, you can tell it’s holding back more, but it’s still quiet enough that you don’t pay it any mind.” 

“You’ve given this quite some thought,” Ango manages, composure hanging on by a thread as Oda repositions himself, hand against his chin, glass long abandoned on the table. 

“I guess it’s something about patterns, predicting things, understanding how people work. Keeps you safe in this line of work,” comes Oda’s reply, eyes still holding Ango’s. Searching for something? 

“Analyzing people’s sternutations provides you a sense of safety?” Ango says, humour masking the barely hidden embarrassment starting to take its place within his cheeks. 

“Not quite.” 

“What’s the point then, if I may ask?” 

Oda stops, blinks, and regards Ango with a newfound sense of confusion. As if the answer is something obvious, something they both knew, and Ango was playing the fool. It’s not as if Ango is new to the part, but in this drama, he’s simply playing himself. 

Amusement takes over where the confusion drifts off, Oda letting out a chuckle. Ango can’t help the smile that jumps into his eyes at this, laughter from Oda was always contagious. 

“I suppose,” Oda begins, finally letting his gaze drop back to his glass, “curiosity. You’re something of a mystery to me, though I guess in this line of work everyone is in one way or another.” 

“Well, then I suppose…” Ango takes in a breath, unsure why he’s about to offer this, and even less so why it feels so easy when it’s Oda. “I’ll indulge your curiosity for the night. I have no better plans, I don’t have another meeting till after Dazai returns.” 

Oda takes another calculated sip before turning back to Ango, a smile across his face. It’s plain, not overly joyful, no flashing teeth or beaming eyes, and yet… it’s the purest form of happiness Ango has ever seen. 

“I’ll repeat my question from before, are they always so desperate?” 

“No, they are not.” 

Oda doesn’t reply, simply watching Ango with that look that almost feels predatory, in a way that doesn’t set off a single alarm. It’s a comfortable sort of being watched, as if he’s already seen through you, and is just waiting for what comes next. 

After enough time it becomes clear an explanation is required, not simply an answer. 

“I suppose they always have that… power?” Ango begins, eyes flicking back to his drink as he once more longs for a stronger kick. “No, power’s not the right word.” 

“Desperation,” Oda offers. 

“Irritation,” Ango continues, feeling the ghost of a flutter begin to spread. Damn this all. “Though, you weren’t incorrect with the assumption they’d normally be more controlled.” 

“Like the boss. Dazai called it stifling, I was just going with suppression.” 

“He’s not incorrect,” Ango takes a pause to sip his drink and mentally curse the executive for his wide ranging knowledge. “I do normally… stifle. I find it draws less attention, makes it easier to maintain composure-”

“-And the upper hand,” Oda cuts in with, eyes once more flickering up to meet Ango’s. 

“Correct. Though, there are a few downsides, or situations where it’s not ideal to suppress them so dramatically.” 

Oda pauses, eyes tracing Ango’s face, analyzing. Finding weakness- no. Not looking for weaknesses… just, looking. For what? He always seems to be doing that, looking for something not quite there. 

Sure, he looks for the trap too, tries to see the danger, but… it’s more than that. It’s as if there’s another world, just outside ours, and he’s always watching it. It always did feel like that with those two. There was a world Dazai lived in, one Oda was watching, but Ango could never quite see. 

“And those would be?” Oda breaks through Ango’s thoughts, voice even as ever. 

“Well, there’s a couple answers to that. When it comes to downsides of stifling, it varies person to person. I find that I often get a headache if I continue for too long, though people like the boss don’t seem to share that struggle.” 

Oda chuckles, quietly offering, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” 

Electing to ignore the interruption, Ango continues. “Some people, like Dazai, seem to be unable to stop until they let it out fully. Though, I’m not exactly an expert on that, I’ve only seen it twice with him.” 

It’s easier when talking about someone else, when it’s just observing patterns. Maybe that’s why Oda was able to pursue this conversation without hesitation. Oda, for his part, seems to be soaking it all in. Perhaps taking mental notes, or just considering everything said. Either way, Ango can’t help but feel he’s a bit too interested for a conversation such as this. 

Lost in thought, Ango doesn’t feel it coming until, once again, it’s too late to prevent it. 

“hh’ieHTNG– shiew!” 

The stifle is barely contained, the breathy end of the sneeze still slipping out between Ango’s tented hands. It was desperate too, loud, and there’s no longer a chance the conversation doesn’t move back to him. 

“Bless you again,” Oda says, voice decidedly even. 

“Tha-k you,” Ango replies, voice decidedly not. 

“So, that was you stifling?” Oda asks, not waiting a second to let Ango compose himself once more. “I figured with how much you say you do it, you’d be better at it.” 

“Normally I am,” Ango retorts, a touch of offense plaguing his words. “It just… caught me off guard.” 

“Twice?” 

It’s phrased as a question, but no answer is required. This version of taunting he may not have learned from Dazai, but it’s most certainly a skill Dazai was happy to nurture.

“I was not… expecting the irritation today. It’s natural for the human body to release a sternutation from time to time without a catalyst to set it off, and I am much more prepared when it’s one of those-” 

Oda holds up a finger, Ango pausing his sentence. After a sip, Oda asks, “Shouldn’t those be what you’re not prepared for? There’s no indication they’re coming, unlike when you’re sick or run into somethin’ that sets you off.” 

“I suppose it’s more complicated than simple ‘expectations’. It’s more… desperation, as you put it. When it’s a natural one, I find it more tolerable. I can usually hold it off, or if not, stifling is an easy way to contain it.” 

Oda nods, gesturing for him to continue. 

“If it’s from an illness, or allergen, those are a lot more… desperate. They’re your immune system reacting to something as a threat, and taking precautions to avoid further assault.” 

“So,” Oda adds, locking eyes once more. “You’re saying that you find it harder to stifle the sneezing when you’re allergic to something?” 

“I- I suppose so, yes.” Ango says, feeling the heat flood his cheeks again as the hypothetical becomes direct. 

“And so you’re having an allergic response tonight?” Oda asks, eyes beginning to scan the bar, obviously for something new that could be setting this off. 

“Yes, I assume they’ve changed the cleaning products for the bar recently.” 

Debating a lie, Ango decides to go for the truth, hoping it’ll satisfy the curiosity before this gets even more unbearable. The more they talk about it, the deeper he can feel the itch beginning to crawl. 

“I didn’t smell anything different, though I guess I wasn’t exactly looking for it either,” Oda offers, obviously testing the air. Ango finds himself doing the same out of instinct, before realizing the error. 

“hH’INCh! nGT’ch!” 

“Didn’t you just say that hurt?” 

Ango manages a watery gaze, seeing something in Oda’s expression… concern? He doesn’t have time to think about it for long before the tickle seizes him again, ducking into his wrist with one, two, three, four tight expulsions, stifled damn near silently. 

The headache threatening to form begins to pulse against his temples, sigh escaping through gritted teeth. When he’s sure enough the fit has ended, Ango leans back, waiting for the next comment from his drinking partner. 

It doesn’t come. 

Instead, Ango finds himself in a long silence, once more only the clinking of ice against glass breaking up his thoughts. It’s not like he wanted a blessing, or a conversation, or god forbid a taunt, but… the silence is somehow worse. 

“Sorry”, Ango finds the apology slipping out, despite… not quite knowing what he’s sorry for. 

There’s another long pause, before Oda finally breaks through the tension. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why do it?” 

Nearly choking on his drink, Ango coughs out a shaky “Wh-what?” before meeting Oda’s unwavering gaze. There’s a determination in it, and… that same concern. 

“Why do it? If it hurts, and it’s just us here, why stifle them?” 

“Matter of habit, I guess,” Ango offers, the embarrassment starting to spill over into his ears. 

The answer seems to satisfy Oda, a more peaceful quiet falling over the bar. At least for a minute, until Oda breaks it again, voice softer this time. 

“You don’t have to do that with me.” 

Ango gives him a look, trying to catch the trap before he falls into it. Still, despite being unreadable as ever, Oda’s expression is… soft. Almost, gentle? 

“I don’t have to…?” 

“Stifle, I mean. I’ve already heard you sneeze, fully I mean, and well… I already know you’re allergic, what’s the point in hiding it?” Oda offers, glancing back at Ango with that same softness. It’s a look usually reserved for Dazai, and Ango can’t help but feel… strangely honoured that he received the same one. 

“Oh. I… suppose you’re correct,” Ango replies, raising an eyebrow as Oda begins to chuckle. “What’s so funny?” 

“Just, always thought you and Dazai were the smart ones, and yet I always find myself explaining the most basic concepts to you two. I guess even geniuses have gaps in their knowledge.” 

Oda’s still laughing, a sound so foreign to his normal composure, and within seconds Ango feels himself joining in. Every ounce of careful caution begins to flood from him with the laughter, till the bar is filled with sounds of joy. You’d never guess they were two members of one of the most dangerous operations in the country, in that moment, they were just two friends sharing a laugh over drinks. 

~~~~~

It’s a few days later when the two find themselves alone in Lupin once again. This time Dazai simply skipped the meeting, citing ‘annoyances of a higher degree to attend to’. They hadn’t asked what he meant, and he hadn’t offered. At first Ango was planning to skip as well, it was Dazai who had insisted they meet so soon anyways, but he felt bad leaving Oda all alone. 

Within minutes of sitting down, Ango had felt the itch begin to spread again, faster this time than the last. With a touch of desperation, his eyes had scanned the bar and, to his horror, found the cleaning supplies still sitting out. Thankfully Oda hadn’t arrived yet, so the first few fits were had in relative peace. The bartender had excused himself to another room after the first burst, most likely out of pity. 

It didn’t take long for the itch to begin spreading over his entire face, eyes watering as the tickle grew with each passing moment. He was just getting ready to text Oda that he couldn’t make it tonight when low and behold, the man showed up. 

If Oda noticed the state Ango was in, he didn’t mention it, simply sat down and began to sip the drink already waiting for him. Already preparing his excuses, Ango began to stand, before freezing. 

The tickle began its slow crawl, dancing up his nose, fluttering around his nostrils, that slow, painstaking itch, the one that meant this next fit was going to be desperate, itchy, and intense. 

“So what are we celebrating tonight?” With either the worst, or perhaps best, timing, Oda chose this moment to speak up, turning towards Ango. 

Words far beyond his reach at this stage, Ango can only cast a watery gaze towards Oda, nose twitching of its own volition. Oda meets his gaze with a calculated look, before offering him some kindness and turning away. 

“ngTChh!”  

The first is carefully stifled, jolting his whole body with the force of it. As the second begins to form, Oda is on his feet, moving with a speed and grace Ango rarely sees. When he stops, he’s standing before Ango, fingers gripping his arm. 

“You remember what we said about stifling?” 

The question isn’t expected, and Ango finds the sneeze backing away for a minute from sheer surprise. It doesn’t last long, the pinprick tickles spreading across the bridge, and with a desperate nod, he turns away from Oda, folding into his arm. 

“ihh’tyEYShhew! heHh– yEHTSHh’iew! ihTSHhh’iEW!” 

They’re pitchy, desperate, and leave him doubled over. Still, despite that, for the first time since he entered the bar, Ango breathes a sigh of relief as the tickle seems satisfied. 

“That must be one hell of an itch,” Oda chuckles, taking his seat once more and gesturing for Ango to be seated as well. 

“It’s one hell of an allergy,” Ango finds himself replying, seating himself back in the stool, acutely aware he’s leaning against the allergen itself. 

“Seems so. And you waited here anyways?” 

“We had plans,” Ango says, letting a sniff break free. He regrets it instantly as the fire lights in his sinuses once more. 

“iTCHhew! tSChhh– iew!” 

“Bless. Those don’t sound as desperate, maybe letting them out helps after all?” Oda says, eyes meeting Ango’s with a flicker of amusement. 

“It’s highly probable,” Ango replies, letting a finger scrub under his nose. His nostrils flare at the touch, breath starting to waver again. 

“Tickles when you do that?”

The question is sudden, and Ango feels heat flood his cheeks instantly. “Wh- what?” 

“Rub your nose like that. It usually stops the itch for me, but given how your nose is trembling, I’m guessin’ it just makes it itch more?” 

It’s still phrased as a question, seeking an answer, waiting for Ango to answer. He finds his words lost, finger still pressed under his nose as the tickle, ignorant to his embarrassment, continues to grow. 

“W-well… I don’t… I think-” Ango stutters, at a loss for words as Oda studies him. 

Finally the itch decides for him, tired of being held back, and he finds himself ducking away with another quick burst. The first is subdued, muffled against his sleeve, but by the third the desperation is back, pitchy, with almost a whine to them. 

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Oda, who wipes the smirk from his face when Ango glares at him through steamed glasses.

“Sorry, sorry. Bless again. I guess that answers my question.” 

“I suppose so,” Ango manages to choke out, a harsh sniff managing to stem the tide for now. But given he’s practically bathing in a chamber of allergen, it won’t be subdued for long. 

“So,” Oda starts, leaning closer with that same graceful speed. “What if I do this?” 

His finger brushes Ango’s nose, the soft contact eliciting a whine before Ango can even process the interaction. Ango feels the blush spread to his ears, eyes wide as he fumbles for words. 

“Wh- why are you… what are- hieHhh–” 

“Does it tickle when I do this?” Oda asks, voice even and measured, despite the position he’s placed himself in. 

Ango can barely think through the maddening itch, thoughts bouncing around with no real train to speak of. Oda’s finger begins to move gently, back and forth, tears springing to Ango’s eyes. 

Why would he do this? This is something Dazai would do. I’m gonna sneeze.  Is he testing a theory? Is it because I didn’t answer his question?  I’m gonna sneeze. 

Soon one thought becomes overwhelming, ‘have to sneeze’. With the last sense of decorum he has left, Ango manages to push himself away from Oda, only having time to duck into his wrist as the sneezes begin to break free. 

“iTChh– nnCHhh– ihHTChheEW! ahyESHHh’iew!” 

“Bless you,” Oda offers, voice still contained, as if he wasn’t solely to blame for this outburst. 

“tiEShhh’iew! hH– AHTSHh’ew!” 

“Bless again.”

“ngtchh! ah’dngtch! ngtt! nGT! eh’dGnt!” 

The fit trails off into desperate stifles, each one barely audible, no real power behind them, but overwhelmingly itchy. As Ango takes a breath, finally getting a break long enough to open his eyes, he soaks in the concern etched on Oda’s face. 

Despite this being entirely his fault, Ango still feels the urge to reassure him. 

“I’b- eh’tcHHhew! Id’s- hH’YETchh’ew! Sorry, I’b okay- eH’TSSHh– shiew!” 

With a final breath, the itch swells, and Ango turns into his arm for a final, desperate sneeze, scraping the edges of his throat. As he lets a few light coughs spill out, he turns back to Oda, who has apparently been speaking. 

“-test a theory. Guess I’ve picked up too much from Dazai, I just… didn’t expect that type of reaction. Are you alright, Ango?” 

“I-” Ango begins, voice breaking immediately. After another cough, and sip of the water Oda holds out to him, Ango tries again, waving off the concerned look Oda’s throwing his way. “I’m alright, really. It’s okay, you had no way of knowing it would cause… that.” 

Oda chuckles a bit, though his eyes still hold the concern. “I suppose not, but still. I’ve seen Dazai when he’s stuck in a room with dust for too long…” 

They both shudder at the memory, Ango mentally cursing the executive again for that book situation. 

“I should have put the pieces together. Besides, it’s not as if you’re exactly looking…” Oda trails off, gesturing vaguely to Ango’s face. 

“A bit rude, given this was your fault,” Ango scoffs, letting the smile show in his eyes when a light blush dusts Oda’s cheeks. 

“Sorry about that again.” 

“It’s alright, really. A fit like that was bound to happen, regardless of your interference. Besides,” Ango offers, taking his turn to blush. “It wasn’t exactly the first one I’ve had while in here.” 

“Is that why we’re alone here? I thought it was a bit weird there was no one to tend the bar,” Oda chuckles, smile spreading further as Ango groans lightly. 

“I think he pitied me, wanted to give me a hint of false privacy.” 

“You do look pretty rough,” Oda observes, rising from the bar once more. “Why don’t we get out of here? Dazai’s the one who wanted to meet anyways, and he didn’t even bother to show up. No use tormenting you.” 

Ango stands too, but pauses for a second, glancing down at the ice slowly melting in Oda’s drink. Despite the itch, despite the embarrassment, despite everything… 

“At least finish your drink first, I’m not one to waste liquor.” 

Oda seems surprised, but follows Ango’s lead and sits down again.

“You sure about this? I’d think you want to go home and sleep the reaction off.” 

With a smile, Ango meets Oda’s gaze. “I guess there are still some basic concepts you need explained too.” 

Despite the explanation never following, the message is well understood. Silence falls over the bar once more, broken only by the clinking of ice against glass, and a handful of desperate sneezes. 

Ango wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[lanternmice]

uh u h uh, woe wife be upon ye???

RUBS EYES. HI . I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I FEEL LIKE I COULD DIE. i've been looking at this for like an hour now and i can't even think of anything to say. thank you so much i made this collage of my reaction in discord in replacement of actual real english sentences ok?

[yeonban]

※ romantic gestures. bold what applies to your muse, italicize if there's potential (or if it depends). strikethrough for never.

WITHOUT FEELINGS INVOLVED (for fun / work)

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold  ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment   ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes.

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight  ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you" (<-lying odysseus replied...)   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

WITH FEELINGS INVOLVED (for a serious crush / lover)

holding hands   ·   buying flowers   ·   cooking   ·   cuddles   ·   writing a poem / song   ·   holding door open   ·   tying shoe laces   ·   sharing a milkshake with two straws   ·   offering their jacket when it's cold  ·   kissing in the rain   ·   publicly confessing love.

long walks at the beach  ·   doing the titanic pose on a boat   ·   kissing the back of their hand   ·   slow dancing   ·   introducing them to their parents   ·   lighting candles   ·   flower petals on bed   ·   love letters   ·   stargazing   ·   brushing / doing their hair   ·   picnics   ·   teaching them to play an instrument while gently guiding their hands   ·   compliments.

drawing them (<-does sculpting count...?)   ·   self-made gifts   ·   massages   ·   proposing with a family heirloom ring ·   lending them their favorite book to read ·   paying for dinner / coffee   ·   surprise birthday parties   ·   feeding them   ·   handing them keys to their apartment ·   making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ·   sharing a blanket   ·   couple costumes (<-matching clothes).

tucking a hair strand behind their ear   ·   keeping them from leaving   ·   moving cities to be together   ·   blowing a kiss (<-ironically) ·   breakfast in bed   ·   defending them in a fight  ·   joint bubble baths   ·   dropping the l-bomb / "i love you"   ·   dedicating a song to them   ·   wearing their clothes ·   yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie   ·   grant them the last bite.

TAGGED BY: @cinderlynx THANK YOUUUUU QUINNIE! 😙😙😙 TAGGING: @diuvus (Misa), @dhabibi (Aven), @lunaetis (Eden), @pocketmedicine & everyone else who wants to do this!

[nottheweirdest]

Had to get involved in the love fest to say I found your writing maybe month ago, and since have read everything you've written, some of it many multiple times!!

You're an excellent writer, your characterisation of Sonic and Shadow is just spot on! Though I don't think I'd have counted myself a Sonadow shipper before I guess I am now!

It just makes perfect sense!

It's a joy to read your work and obviously I'm highly addicted! Thank you so much for continuing to post for us thirsty readers. Cannot wait to read the new masks chapter later 🙌🏻 and literally everything else you ever publish ❤️❤️

🥺😭🙏You're too sweet to me I stg.... Thank you so much 💖💖💖

That's so much reading, and to read some more than once?? That's on the list of best things you can say to a writer. You liked it so much you wanted to consume it again 🥰

I'm honored you like my characterization of them. I sure do love those two idiots (obviously lol) and would like to personally welcome you onboard the good ship Sonadow!! I hope you enjoy your stay 🖤💙 They really do just... go together

I'm gonna print this ask out and hang it on my wall so whenever I get insecure or sad I can read it again 💗 Truly thank you! I hope you keep enjoying Masks. I have so many other wips it's insane. The sonadow brainrot is powerful lol

[lovinggreeniehours]

sniffles on the floor. chattttt. it's so joeover. i don't think i like him in normal amounts anymore

[nikki-tine]

Hey heyyy no need for negativity that stuff can wait till youre at 100% alr? Dont be too hard on yourself man >3

e,,, ;w;

[despairforme]

He tried to bake a cake, got impatient and ate the batter.

[astrxealis]

making myself suffer looking thru ffxiv stuff on tumblr when i could be playing ffxiv rn but i eternally love and miss ffxiv

[bentleysbeetle]

Hello dear Beetle!

I've got some mango juice for you to try!

*He says this while holding a little shot glass of some freshly made mango juice. It's a brilliant orange colour.*

A cup for you, and a cup for me!

*He clinks the little shot glass against his own glass.*

- @theangel-aziraphale

Oh!!! Hi Aziraphale!! Mango juice... So that's ummm... The drink version of the yummy orange fruit, right? :)

*Beetle takes a sip of it*

Woah!! That's really yummy! It's like having water and eating a mango at the same time!! Thank you Aziraphale I love you!!

*Beetle gently hugs Aziraphale's hand*

[dragcnlxrd]

MIDORI MIDORI MIDORI!!

As this year ends I just want to tell you how much I adore you!! I’m so very glad I stepped out of my creeper mode after reading the threads with you and Fox… ngl I still read over your threads cause they’re just so good!! Like the dedication and love that you have for your OC is amazing to the point where I simply cannot see a canon or a fandom without him in it. Just absolutely incredible world building going on and Lys is such a nuanced character with so many unique aspects, like you made that wITH YOUR MIND, MIDORI!!!

I know half the time we feel as if we're a bother to people for simply breathing in their general direction but just know that whenever I can pull myself from that head cloud that I cherish the random conversations or keyboard smashing rambles. Which tbh I need to converse more Japan centric things with you cause this next year is our last one here.  Also hopefully I can send you a Levi ( or two ) in the meantime. Maybe not life-sized but close to it. Ok but IS2G I was looking like crazy for something close when I was at Universal XDD OH if not that, maybe something Vampire Hunter D related ouo

I don't know what the new year will bring, but I am so glad to have you in it. And no doubt I will be sure to eat all the soba and kagami mochi in your honor!

not gonna lie and say i'm not here crying because of all your kind words! I cherish our keyboardsmashes and random screamings! And omg you don't have to send me anything, though it seems you know the way to my tiny cold little black heart with those two mentioned!

I will mourn your last year in the land of the rising sun because seriously it's such a beautiful country and the food is so amazing I will mourn your loss of it once you have to leave. BUT if you're ever in So. Cal I know some places to help you with your withdrawl of the good washoku!