#pardon for the long post haha

[ohprcr]

You’re challenged by Outlaw ATEEZ!

#ateez #ateez fanart #pokemon #mine #kim hongjoong #song mingi #choi san #jung wooyoung #park seonghwa #kang yeosang #jeong yunho #choi jongho #pardon for the long post haha

[faulty-writes]

Hii! I apologize if you keep getting notifications from me at such an hour but I cant get enough of your posts! I love the way you write Tenya!

So if I may trouble you just a bit longer…

Since it’s spooky season, what would your take be on vampire Tenya x f (or gn) reader? And vampire Monoma as well?

[ Oh I like trouble, trust me. Haha. Thank you. I swear I get so many compliments regarding how I write Tenya, makes me so proud of myself. One spooky season request coming up! ]

Despite being what many assumed was a "blood-sucking" creature, Tenya had a sense of elegance and self-discipline because of his upbringing. Yes, he was what most would refer to as a "rich kid" but he was not spoiled in any capacity and often adhered to his own rules which included having manners even when thirsty for blood.

Most found Tenya to be intimidating, but you found him intriguing despite initially being unaware of his true nature. The two of you met in a bookstore late at night and you recall the way he stumbled when he rounded the corner of a bookshelf to find you and the way he bowed and said "Pardon, I was unaware there was another frequenting this shop so late at night."

The two of you began to meet frequently at the bookstore after that, and although you thought it peculiar Tenya only requested to meet you at night. You assumed it was because he was busy during the day but in all truth, he was struggling to avoid revealing his true nature to you and feared that once you found out he was a vampire you'd…well you would not want to see him again.

He slipped one night, after pushing himself too far. Yes, self-control was essential. But one could only contain themselves for so long and vampires were particularly dangerous when deprived of blood. "I…I apologize I…I did not wish for you to see me as such a…monster," while initially a shock, you tried to be accepting and understanding of what he was.

Being the person you were, his vampiric world fascinated you, and he didn't hesitate to teach you about the history of his lineage or his nightly rituals which typically included performing a series of prayers, chants, and such before he drank whatever blood he had managed to obtain.

Unfortunately, Tenya also informed you of the dangerous side of his world. Mostly the rogue vampires who strayed from the societal rules of their world and killed or injured humans during their bloodlust. "I promise, I will not allow harm to come to you. Ensuring your safety is quite a priority." Yes…he would go to whatever lengths he needed to ensure you remained by his side.

To double ensure your safety, Tenya presented you with gifts frequently. Usually, these consisted of protective charms, blessed holy water, and amulets that were believed to ward off bad supernatural threats. Of course, he would never tell you the hoops he had to go through to get such gifts.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with Tenya's schedule considering he was more active at night. But he assured you that he enjoyed your company and often insisted that you could rest when you appeared extremely tired. Waking up in his bed or falling asleep against his shoulder became a frequent occurrence for you.

His parents were hesitant to accept you and your growing relationship with their son. On the other hand, his brother, Tensei welcomed you with open arms. "It's awesome that my little bro finally found someone! And just to let you know, it doesn't matter if you're human, another vampire, or even a witch. I believe that people who look past such things are the coolest!" It was safe to assume that Tenya got his beliefs from Tensei.

"I believe with enough effort, we may eliminate the prejudice that separates our societies to coexist together in harmony," one of Tenya's deepest wishes was to break the barriers between his and your kind. Although he had not intended to feel affection for you, he did. Yet, he looked at it as the first step to uniting your kind as he dreamed.

Neito, unfortunately, was out of blood and sought to get it fresh from an unsuspecting human. That human happened to be you and he was only attracted to you because of the intoxicating scent of your blood. However, he quickly found that you were not a frail human and stood your ground far more than he expected.

While some would be embarrassed, Neito remained his ignorant self after realizing you were quite the troublesome individual. "How dare you reject me! I am Neito Monoma, and I demand you provide me with your blood!" As far as you were concerned, underneath his vampiric nature was nothing more than a spoiled child and you were prepared to discipline him as needed.

He continued to stalk you, despite finding alternative blood donors because as much as he hated to admit it, he found you intriguing. For a human that is, and used his sharp wit accompanied by playful banter whenever you caught him in his stalking efforts. "Surely you didn't think I'd leave you alone, oh no my dear, quite the opposite. I do not stop until I get what I want and what I want is your blood," and your affection, but he kept that to himself.

Your opinion of him didn't change until you were attacked by another one of his kind. Your guard was down initially because you had mistaken them for Neito, and despite your skills, you were losing the fight until he showed up and saved you. He'd be damned if he let another taste your blood before he got the chance to.

You detested the idea of letting him finally drink from you but considering his courageous actions. You allowed him the opportunity and found that he was surprisingly gentle when feeding from you. "Surely you didn't compare me to such monsters as that rouge one who attempted to take what is mine, how insulting. I pride myself in presentation and manners," he stated, acting just a touch too offended.

Despite not letting many people in, the two of you continued to spend time together, and Neito began to reveal his past. How he came from a high-class family, their rather…unbelievable expectations of him, and how he wishes to break free and prove his own worth to the world. Of course, that was a challenge given the current state of discrimination toward his kind, but he was still determined to do whatever he could to make his dream come true.

He finds himself feeling peaceful when in your presence and this was new to him and something that gave him a sense of belonging. It was almost as if being in your presence kept his demons at bay and he partially wondered if you wore any protection symbols or amulets on your person.

On occasion, Neito would still struggle with the affection he felt for you and his nature. Vampires were strong, drank blood, and didn't hesitate to do what they wanted to obtain said blood. But even though he knew you would allow him to drink from you. He found that he didn't want to cause you any harm and thus the conflict continued but he kept this a secret from you.

Eventually, Neito agreed to allow you to meet his family. Although it was immediately apparent, they detested you merely because you were human and spoke ill of Neito for befriending and furthermore feeling the way he did toward you. "Humans are meant to be our food source, nothing more," they said which caused Neito to argue with them before ultimately dragging you out the door.

Despite your unusual relationship, Neito viewed it as fulfilling his commitment to protect and cherish you for as long as you lived, and from what he understood, that was for a short time. He planned to propose to turn you but decided to wait to bring that up. For now, he'd enjoy your company.

#tenya x reader #neito x reader #iida x reader #monoma x reader #tenya x you #monoma x y/n #tenya x y/n #tenya x female reader #iida x male reader #iida x you #iida x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha x y/n #neito x female reader #tenya iida x reader #faulty writes: tenya iida: 23 #faulty writes: tenya iida: headcanons: 23 #faulty writes: neito monoma: 23 #faulty writes: neito monoma: headcanons: 23

[push-tet]

hi (sorry for bad english!!!!)

yes my small hiatus took a long time and im not ashamed bec i did it slowly and as i see it and overall, im happy with everything so technically, im still in hiatus here

the vv:bs project was 80% done, but my laptop said GIIIRL im too HOT for this shit 💻💅 so now i have to find a repairman or buy a new...

but it's been a long time since this post and i've changed a lot of things haha…..

i suggest you take a look at what I have so far

hood preview

map

premedes house makeovers from orig verona made by me

(shhh i know… i know…)

maybe i'll edit them all in the future imnotsure

new playable family's\new family members in standard families; im too lazy to take pics of pets pardon

The Macbeth - Gloucester

The Сapp's butler and Monty

The Summerdreams

The Counts

The Zhung - Snout

Character biographies? Well, i got inspired by the ts2psp with secrets and now it looks like this:

Wow, this place is much bigger than a cramped cabin on a fishing boat, although my cousins went overboard with the nautical theme heh. I need to thank them for their kindness, I wonder if this town has a fishing pond? Maybe that cute diva in the overalls can give me a clue?

(Interesting) Ferdie's full name is Ferdinand Gustav Gloucester. But he's not particularly comfortable with such formalities

(Personal) To everyone's surprise. Ferdy has quietly survived the death of his parents, which is suspicious. But the truth is, if you spend half your life hearing tales that the ocean is a dangerous and deadly place, you can build up an immunity

(Dark) Ferdie spent half his life on a boat helping his dad and mom fish. So he has no idea how to socialize with his peers.

(Bonus) Until his parents died in a shipwreck, Ferdie had no idea his uncle and cousins existed

and some of photos from the storytelling albums so you'll believe im not a *andereDev

i apologize for the poor quality in some places, i took screens in a hurry i won't be able to show you more anytime soon because my laptop is probably already in the repair shop or im crying somewhere

bottom line: my autism won and pray queer pple for my laptop

#ts2 #the sims 2 #veronaville #vv:bs #fun fact: Helena always has a neutral facial expression in her photos bec she considers her smile unrealistic and creepy

[always-and-forever-daydreaming]

A helping hand

warnings : (my writing probably, haha) none? just fluff and some good old hand kink, mention of blood Honestly, I have no idea how to write, but hands of this man have been haunting me for long enough to make me post this.Also, English is not my first language, so if you find any mistake, please, correct me. Enjoy, fellow Mikaelson whores! <3 Also the most amazing @archangelslollipop made this edit you see above, thank you, bestie. She also made me post this.

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You were reading a book when Elijah stormed into the room. Well, this was his study after all. You immediately closed it and put your full attention onto him. You never seen him like this. He was pacing back and forth, his chest heavily raising and falling. You were actually scared.

What could have happened to leave this normally very calm man looking like this?

He finally stopped, looking outside through the window, as he ran his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. You noticed his jacket was missing, his tie wasn't straight and his shirt had few buttons undone.

Then your eyes landed on his hands.

His rolled up sleeves exposed his arms. You swallowed the lump in your throat. His arms and hands were always your weakness. You just couldn't stop looking at them for some reason. Well, for a very obvious reason, really. And the longer your eyes lingered on them, the more heat started spreading through your body. Your imagination was already running wild. You could almost feel those hands touching your body, fingers trailing down your throat and then closing around it. Not enough to kill you, of course, but enough to make you hot and bothered.

You closed your eyes and exhaled trying to clear your head.

"I think I should leave..." you mumbled and stood up from you seat.

"No!" Elijah exclaimed loudly.

You froze in your actions and looked at him in disbelief. You never heard him raise his voice like that, let alone while he was speaking with you.

"I apologize for my outburst,"he said as he looked at the ground, his voice much quieter, "Please, stay right where you are, if you do not need to go, that is."

You were eyeing him for a while. Why did he want you here? It's not like you could do much to help. Not that he would tell you what was going on, anyway.

But at the state that he was in, you didn't dare to ask.

"Alright."

You sat back on the chair.

He let out a loud breath and started pacing around the room again. That went for about 5 more minutes, his pace was still the same if not quicker, so you took all the courage that you could muster and tried to intervene.

"Elijah?"

It seemed as he was waiting for that, because he started to passionately elaborate what happened with anger in his voice.

"Nothing is going according to plan. Nothing. And now they -"

He stopped and let out a breath, his shoulders shaking, knuckles whitening as he clutched a corner of his working desk.

You gulped.

Those goddamn hands are going to be the end of you.

"Those pathetic existences think that they could lay a finger on you."

That brought you back out of your dirty imagination rather quickly. This whole ordeal was about you?

"You mean the De Martel siblings?"you asked as you watched him pour a glass of bourbon.

The Mikaelsons really have a bottle of an expensive alcohol in every room in their house. And boy, does the house have a lot of rooms.

"Yes. I should have ended the both of them centuries ago. Aurora is a complete lunatic and that narcissistic waste of space..."

He shook his head and downed the golden liquid in his glass with one gulp.

"But why?"

He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes.

"Pardon?"

You stood up and made one step towards him.

"Why me? Why Are they threatening to hurt me?"

He put his glass down and his mahagony eyes locked with yours.

"Because you're important to me."

Your breath hitches, your heart stops.

"To all of us," he adds quickly and turns away from you again.

Disappointment fills your entire body. How could you even for a second think that you mean something more to him? You should be grateful that the siblings care for you as a good friend. They're like your family, you basically live at their mansion now and you love all of them.

But with Elijah...

You just couldn't help but want something more. He was the definition of perfect in your head. How completely selfish and pathetic of you.

"And Tristan had the audacity to take your beautiful name into his disgusting mouth. I am going to destroy him."

You shivered at his cold tone. Suddenly, there was a loud shattering sound. Your head snapped in his direction and you saw that he broke the glass while he was holding it. You closed the distance between the two of you and carefully grabbed his hand by his wrist. 

"Oh my god, Elijah," you whispered as you were looking at his palm that was full of shards of glass, blood trickling from the cuts.

"It's nothing, please, don't hurt yourself."

His voice was smooth, like velvet caressing your brain.

You quietly laughed and answered : "It's not nothing. You're literally bleeding and you're worried about me getting hurt?"

He chuckled in response.

"You know that my wounds heal much faster than yours."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes, but not when you have glass still inside them. Let me get those out for you. Do you have a tweezers by any chance?"

He used his other hand to open one drawer and handed them to you. It scared you how organized he was.

You hopped on his desk and took his hand on your lap. The lamp was shining its light right where you needed it, so you could see even the little pieces glittering in it. You carefully took them out, one by one. Comfortable silence surrounded. You were trying not to focus on the fact that you were holding the hands that didn't let you sleep for the last week. Well, maybe even longer than that.

"I think there's none left," you said as you were turning his hand to see if you missed some.

"Thank you, my dear. I appreciate your help."

His voice was warm again, and you could almost feel his chest vibrating, that's how close you two were.

You just smiled and kept staring at your almost locked hands.

"Forgive me, it seems some of my blood got on your hands."

He handed you his hankerchief. You took it with your free hand. You didn't want to let go.

"Y/n?"

You looked up at him. Fuck it. You might not get any other chance to do this. And you only live once, and god knows for how long when De Martels are trying to get you and you're just a human.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have very good looking hands?"

You were shocked that you actually said it out loud. Elijah was taken aback too. To say the least. His eyes widened and his lips parted.

That's it. He's gonna call you a creep, kick you out of their house. This is the end of your fairytale.

"No, I believe noone has ever told me that," he smiled at you.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, you smiled back at him and brushed you thumb over the back of his hand. He closed his eyes and leaned closer to you. One hand staying on your lap, the other finding yours that was resting by your side, clutching the piece of cloth he gave you. You felt your fingers interlock and you closed your eyes too. You couldn’t believe that this was happening.

„Has anyone ever told you that you’re the most beautiful being inside and out that they have ever come across during a millenium?“ he whispered to your ear.

Goosebumps appeared on your skin. You didn’t dare to open your eyes. You felt like you’re in a dream and if you open them, it will all go away. Your heart was singing his song.

„No, I believe noone has ever told me that,“ you repeat his words, smile plastered on your face.

And than it happened. You smelled his cologne more intensely than ever before, that scent that was driving you crazy and brought peace to your soul at once. Your heart sank when he took his hand out of yours on your lap, but only for a second, until you felt it brush your cheek gently, almost carefully, like you were going to fade away in a second.

His warmth welcomed you as he leaned closer and closer. And then your lips touched. It was like fireworks went off in your brain. After a moment, he pulled away and your foreheads were touching.

It was almost an innocent kiss, a quick peck. But it said everything you both needed in that moment.

You burried your face into the crook of his neck and put your hands around it. His fingers played with the loose locks of your hair. You were in a blissfully unknown state.

„These hands won’t let them come near you. They won’t have a chance to even touch a hair on your precious head,“ he mumbled as he kissed the top of it.

You giggled.

„But I wouldn’t mind if they would touch me in the meantime,“your voice was muffled by his neck.

He took you by your shoulders and gently pulled you away from him, so he could see your face.

„Oh, is that so?“

He smiled, his eyes twinkled and he kissed you again. For much longer this time.

Much, much longer.

#elijah mikaelson #the mikaelsons #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #hand kink #the originals

[odyssean-flower]

The Winding Path of Fate Bonus Chapter - The Kingdom of Sunflowers

Masterpost

Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: There once was a realm split in two. One was the domain of the sea, and the other was a kingdom of sunflowers. Tags: Voyeurism but it's wholesome (?), fluff, one-sied Note: This is set between Chapter 7 and 8 of The Winding Path of Fate. I've been working on this for so long that I don't know if it's good or not anymore haha Note 2: If you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please make a reply to this post, send a message or send a private ask

Have a pic of Neuvillette as some sort of byronic hero

The small, green sprouts. They were lined up neatly in three rows. You had tried to make them as evenly spaced as you could. 

Their shiny, smooth leaves. You liked to rub them between your fingers and feel their fuzziness. The texture was pleasant to the touch. 

The white pages of your notebook. They were filled with tables and daily measurements. Just scanning your eyes over them gave you a satisfied feeling. 

Your worn pencil and ruler. They were trusty implements that had been with you for such a long time that you don’t even remember when you got them. You hoped they would continue to accompany you in the future. 

The— 

A prickle on the back of your neck. It was a bump in the train track of your thoughts. A train track you tried very hard to follow since you came out here half an hour ago.  

The prickle was not the sting of an insect or a small stray object blown against your nape by the wind.  

No, the cause was far more terrifying than both of those things.  

You turned your head to the house, looking up at the second-floor window that faced the front yard. You had never been in that room before, and for good reason. 

It was haunted. 

A flash of white. The curtains fluttered shut. 

The prickle on your neck came from a ghost’s lilac gaze. 

The dining room of the house with a lovely view of the sea was, for most of its existence, quiet. Every once in a while, that quietness would be broken by the lively chatter of small creatures with bright eyes, but otherwise it was only used by the master of the house. 

Recently, a change occurred. If the tranquility of the dining room was a perfectly still body of water that was broken by occasional loud splashes, then now there was a series of gentle ripples regularly making their way across the surface. 

On this day, one such ripple formed. It looked to be a particularly large one. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, I’m afraid I have some troubling news.” 

The ripple—in the form of a young woman’s voice—made its way to the other side of the table, where the master was sitting. 

The cutlery he was holding dropped into his plate. “What is it, Madame? Has something happened? I will do everything in my power to help you.” 

“On the contrary, sir, I think you are the one in need of help. Your study is haunted by a ghost.” 

“...Pardon?” 

“I saw a glimpse of it in the window today. I think it was staring at me when I was out making my sunflower observations. It almost gave me a heart attack when I saw it.” 

“...” 

The young woman carefully sliced a piece of steak and brought it to her mouth. The master was as still as a statue. For a few seconds, the water was as smooth as glass. 

“I think you should do something about it. It’s quite troubling. Creepy, even.” 

“...I-I’ll...see what I can do.” 

“I’m very glad to hear that.” 

The young woman finished her dinner, nodded to the master, and went to put her dishes away in the kitchen. The master didn’t stir. An outsider might mistake him for a flawless statue, if not for the gradually reddening tips of his ears. 

The ghost did not disappear. In fact, it seemed to have grown bolder. It moved to the dining room now, which had a nice view of the front yard. 

Perhaps there were some things that even the Chief Justice couldn’t do. 

If even he couldn’t get rid of it, then you supposed there was nothing you could do except put up with it. 

It wasn’t so scary. It was more amusing than anything, really. 

The ghost wasn’t always there. It was missing from its usual post whenever there was a court case or a hectic day at the Palais Mermonia. It wasn’t as though it was missing much, though, considering how you just did the same thing in the garden every day: examine the sprouts, measure and record their heights, feel the moisture of the soil, make some sketches, and repeat the same thing in the back garden. Very thrilling entertainment, you were sure. 

Maybe it wants to keep an eye on me to make sure I’m not ruining its garden, you mused as you lay on your side, studying the underside of a leaf. It makes sense. This garden belongs to it, after all.  

Well, if the ghost wanted to bore itself to death (or whatever counts as death for a ghost) by watching you, then it might as well. You were a mere human with no power over it. But you had no intention of changing your routine for it either. 

As for you, you decided to focus all your attention on what turned out to be a surprisingly engrossing project. You weren’t exactly an avid gardener, but you had fond memories of doing similar activities when you were a child and with the young students back in your hometown, which was where the sunflower seeds came from. It gave you a certain sense of pride to watch over them as they grew, slowly but surely, under your care.  

Of course, it wasn’t all thanks to you. These sunflowers were of a specific breed, one that required plenty of water—about three weeks of constant watering—to ensure the seeds could germinate properly. In your region, sunflowers were usually planted just before the rainy season in order to take advantage of all the precipitation, but it was summer now—the rainy season had long passed.  

You mentioned the matter to Neuvillette, who said he would see what he could do. You imagined that he would have sprinklers installed or something. 

What you did not expect was the daily rains that came after you planted the seeds. 

Each day, there would be two rounds of showers. One in the middle of the morning, when most people were at work or school, and one in the afternoon (strangely, it always ended around the time that Neuvillette came home). It was more like a faint drizzle than a shower, a light curtain of mist over the world. You didn’t even need an umbrella.  

You were no expert on rain, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of calculated deliberateness in the weather. The housekeeper remarked that it was quite out of season, more fitting for spring than summer. 

Whatever the case, you were very thankful for it. 

After the rain, the sun would come out brighter than ever, as though to make up for lost time. That was your favorite time to go into the garden. The heat of the sun’s rays shining down upon your back felt pleasant, and you swore that the scent of the grass and flowers after the rain had some sort of addictive quality to it.  

Neuvillette never said anything about these suspiciously timely rains, so you didn’t either. But this mystery was something you turned over in your mind quite often. 

You looked at the dining room window. The ghost was sitting at the table, reading a newspaper. You weren’t fooled of course. You could feel its gaze burning into the side of your head just a few seconds ago. 

The ghost was staying within the dim shadows cast by the afternoon sunlight that streamed into the dining room. That was good. After all, you knew that it would fade away if it stepped outside. The ghost should really learn to leave things to other people and relax. You had already made it clear to him that the sunflowers were your responsibility, and that he should just wait patiently until they bloom in two months, so— 

The ghost, seeming to sense your gaze, turned his head to you. Driven by a sudden vindictive urge, you gave a little wave and saw the ghost jerk a little in his chair. You stifled a laugh.  

Who knew ghosts could be adorable? 

The dining room continued to be full of ripples at dinner. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, the ghost has not gone away. In fact, it is now haunting the dining room.” 

The young woman calmly took a sip of her stew and met the lilac eyes across from her. 

“I’m very sorry to hear that, Madame. It troubles me greatly as well. I do know of one way to rid us of this ghost, though.” 

“Oh, what is it? Why haven’t you done it yet?” 

“That is because it requires your assistance.” 

“What do I need to do?” 

“Allow me to accompany you in the garden, of course.” 

The young woman blinked. It was evident that she had not expected that direct appeal. “Why?” 

“To make the ghost disappear.” 

“But you know how long I spend outside in the sun. I can’t ask you to accompany me for so long, especially after a long day at work.” 

“I’m not so fragile that I can’t withstand a bit of sunlight.” 

“I can’t forget that expression on your face when you joined me in the back garden the last time. It was heartbreaking.” 

“...Was it that terrible?” 

“Yes,” the young woman nodded vigorously. “There’s nothing about what I’m doing that would necessitate you needing to accompany me, anyways. It’s incredibly dull work. You would have a far better time staying inside.” 

There was a brief, weighted silence. The young woman shuffled her feet anxiously. 

“I would not make such assumptions.” The master’s voice sounded more solemn than usual, a contrast to the lighter tone he normally used at home. “For one thing, you seemed to be enjoying yourself with this so-called dull work.” 

“That’s because I—” She was cut off before she could finish her sentence. 

“I won’t argue with you anymore, Madame. You need not worry. The ghost will disappear in due time.” 

The rest of the dinner was spent in silence. But as they say, still waters run deep. 

This is probably payback for how I was acting before, you mused to yourself as you rubbed one of the leaves between your fingers. I think I just have a really warped personality. 

When you first moved in, you had been curious about him. But out of a desire to not disturb his life any more than you already did, you opted to watch him discreetly (or so you thought). It was an embarrassing time that you still blushed to remember even now. 

But afterwards, you told him that you would like to be friends with him, and he agreed. Yet here you were... 

Though the curtains were drawn now, you didn’t even need to turn your head to know that the ghost—no need for this pretense anymore, it was Neuvillette—was sitting in his usual spot behind the window. It was as though he was a cursed spirit, unable to move on from this world. 

I thought we were somewhat alike...but I guess not. I just can’t tell what he’s thinking. 

You sighed. You genuinely didn’t want him to force himself and to take it easy, but there was another aspect to it. The idea of someone wanting to accompany you in such a monotonous activity simply never occurred to you in the first place, so you automatically rejected it. You enjoyed solitude and doing things on your own. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that it was your natural state of being that you couldn’t quite break out of. If you had the choice to do something on your own or with someone else, you would go with the first option most of the time. It had become second nature for you to brush people off.  

You assumed that Neuvillette was like you in that way, that he also felt more comfortable being in his own company.  

But being comfortable with something...isn’t the same as liking it all the time. 

Your throat felt a bit parched. “I need water...” you muttered to yourself. But just as you were getting up to go back into the house, the housekeeper Marie came out of the door with a cup of water. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette thought you might be thirsty. He said that this was your favorite,” Marie said. 

You stared at the clear liquid in the cup. It looked just like the water you’d get from the tap. Neuvillette had you taste a lot of samples from his collection—you probably said one of them was your favorite at some point. He remembered it, because of course he did.  

You still didn’t really understand this whole water tasting business, but he always seemed so pleased when you asked him questions and wanted him to elaborate on the mouthfeel (or whatever it was). The way his eyes would light up, the way his voice would soften, made you want to keep going along with him. 

Neuvillette, you were slowly learning, was a terribly sincere person. So sincere that it was a little embarrassing for someone as jaded and awkward as you. 

He said it looked like you were enjoying yourself. What kind of expression did you make when you were outside with the sunflowers? Did Neuvillette see it?  

What did it say about you that you liked that he saw it? 

There’s probably something wrong with me... 

You emptied the cup in one big swig. It tasted like regular water, but the taste lingered in your mouth long after you finished it. 

You told him that you weren’t going to let the Chief Justice dig around in the dirt and that he should leave it to you. He didn’t understand why it was okay for you to get dirt on your clothes. He wanted to tell you that he had no qualms about getting stains on his clothes or even his hair if it was for your sake. 

You told him to stay inside where it was cool and shady instead of keeping you company in the sun, where it was bright and hot. He disliked summer, though he always kept this opinion to himself because it was the favorite season of the citizens of Fontaine. It appeared that you were no exception. He thought he could put up with it a little. Maybe with regular breaks under the porch. 

You told him that he should look forward to seeing the sunflowers when they bloom in a couple of months and that there was no need to be concerned about them right now. You would take care of them until then. Time had always been a trivial thing to a long-lived being like him, but now, it felt irritatingly omnipresent. Rather than being in the thrall of something so oppressive, he would rather while away the hours with you until that time came. 

You were kind and considerate in your refusals. You shared your notes with him in the parlor. But you made it very clear to him. 

This was your domain. Your kingdom for you alone to reign over and no one else. 

Very well. If that was your wish, so be it. 

But still, might I be allowed a small glimpse into it? 

He supposed that he had no right to ask that. There were many things about his work, duties, and identity that he could never divulge to you or anyone else.  

The window glass only refracted the bothersome sunlight in awkward angles. It irritated his eyes. He had to learn to position himself so that he could stay in the shadows and look at the garden at the same time.  

If he had but one selfish wish, it would be that you might perform this work later in the day, when the sun was not quite so glaring and the air cooler. Maybe then, you would permit him to be by your side. But one thing he found both endearing and frustrating about you—you were stubbornly set in your ways when it came to the things you cared deeply about. 

You wore a large straw hat with a floppy brim when you worked. He himself had no strong opinion on them, except for the knowledge that most of the ones he tried made him look faintly ridiculous. He was aware that they were popular among the fashionable ladies and gentlemen in the Court of Fontaine, popularized by Furina’s well-publicized love for them. He was familiar with the ordinance passed a few years ago that limited the heights of the hats in the opera house, on account of the complaints that they obstructed the view greatly. He liked the one you wore for your wedding. 

But he couldn’t say that he was terribly fond of hats at the moment.  

They really do obstruct the view...he thought as you pulled down the brim, hiding your eyes. 

He saw your mouth scrunch in concentration as you stuck your ruler in the soil, carefully lining up the notches with the top of the plant. After you confirmed the height, you dutifully jotted down the number in your notebook. The corners of your mouth turned up a little, or was that just a trick of the light? Did the sunflower grow taller than you expected? Ah, how he wished he could see what gave you that look on your face. 

Sometimes, you would lie down on your stomach. You brought a blanket outside for that reason. He was glad for that, since the grass was usually damp after the rain. It would distress him greatly if you caught a cold.  

You seemed to enjoy feeling the leaves between your fingers. It feels really nice, you told him. He also started to rub the leaves when he left for work in the morning and found that he agreed with you. 

The wind sometimes blew your hair into your face, and you would tuck your hair behind your ear, only to have the effort be in vain when the wind came again. His fingers would twitch on these occasions. He didn’t know why.  

Once, he had almost leapt out of his seat when he heard you yelp and jump away from the sunflower plot. A bee had flown past your cheek. 

Once, you went out to look at the garden when it was raining. It was when the first of the strange rains had begun. He directed his gaze to his house and saw you walking back and forth in front of the tiny seedlings like a general in front of rows of soldiers. The tiny raindrops looked like pearls in your hair. He had felt somewhat guilty about manipulating the elements to this extent and ruining a great many Fontainians’ day, but that guilt had mysteriously disappeared after he saw your sparkling eyes. 

Neuvillette knew very well how pathetic and unnerving his actions were right now. 

He understood that according to human etiquette, staring at people without reason was considered terribly offensive. He himself preferred to avoid the public gaze when he was off work.  

In the early days of his interactions with humans, watching and observing was how he learned to fit into society. Humans had always fascinated him, but the nature of that fascination changed throughout the years.  

Perhaps this is just the next stage of it, he mused.  

From observing many humans from above to a single one in close proximity.  

But he didn’t think he was learning anything. In fact, he found himself more confounded and self-conscious than ever. 

Why do you sometimes smile and sometimes not? Why do you draw me closer sometimes and sometimes push me away? What should I be doing? What is this restlessness whenever I see you on the other side of the window...? 

Perhaps this was what it was to form a bond with another person. Fumbling around in the dark, trying to figure out how each other worked, what was off-limits and what wasn’t.  

The rays of sunlight momentarily disappeared. A passing cloud blocked the sun. Then another. Then another. 

Ah...how troublesome... 

Neuvillette anxiously glanced out the window. You seemed to have noticed the clouds as well, for you were frowning up at the sky.  

He closed his eyes, trying to calm his roiling emotions. But the worry that he would ruin your day only added to them. He could almost taste the first raindrop that would make its way to the ground. 

A knock on the window glass startled him out of his concentration. He opened his eyes and saw you standing in front of it, staring at him. “Monsieur Neuvillette,” you said. 

Neuvillette got up from his chair and moved to the window. It was the only thing separating the two of you. As ever, he was unable to read the emotions in your eyes. 

“What is it, Madame?” He could see droplets scattering onto the ground. How he longed to be outside right now. Perhaps that would calm his disturbed heart. 

“Let’s sit together in the back garden. I want to take a break.” 

“In this weather, Madame?” 

“It’s only a little bit of rain. I’ll be sitting under the canopy, anyways, so I'll be fine. But you don’t have to join me if you don’t want to...” you looked away, as if a bit embarrassed. “It’ll be well within your right to refuse me.” 

“No, I’ll happily accept your invitation.” The speed at which the words came out of his mouth surprised even himself. 

You nodded. There was no smile on your face. “I’ll see you there, then, sir.”  

You proceeded to go to the back of the house. Neuvillette turned around and found Marie standing there, holding a bowl of watermelon diced into cubes and a pack of toothpicks. 

“Share these with Madame, sir,” she said, holding them out to him. 

He thanked her and accepted them, then walked swiftly to the patio doors. However, on his way there, his hair seemed to have chosen the worst moment to take on a life of its own. It seemed determined to get caught in every crack and crevice. By the time he emerged onto the veranda, the rain was steadily pattering onto the canopy. 

Thankfully, you were already there and seemed to have escaped the rain. You were staring out at the white sky, lost in thought. You looked up when you heard the doors open. 

“Madame--” 

“Oh, watermelon!” you exclaimed when you saw the bowl. You stood up and took the bowl and toothpicks from him, then stuck a pick into a watermelon cube and brought it to your mouth. He watched you as you savored the refreshing fruit. 

You looked up in surprise when you saw him still standing. “Why aren’t you sitting down?” 

Neuvillette cleared his throat. “Madame, I must apologize to you for my disgraceful behavior over the past few weeks. It is no way for a lady like you to be treated. I swear to you, I will never do it again. I shall leave you be.” 

You were silent as you ate several more watermelon cubes. Your face was closed tightly, like the doors of a tomb. Neuvillette’s heart sank a little. The rain intensified a little. 

“You really should sit down, sir,” you said after a while. “I don’t like having you stand while I sit.” 

You patted the chair next to you, and he obliged. He crossed his legs almost automatically before deciding against it. It felt too casual. 

There was more silence. The moist air usually calmed him down, but his brain was occupied by the horrifying possibility that you might not forgive him, that you might not speak to him ever again, that... 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, I forgive you.” 

The words struck him like a lightning bolt. “...You do?” 

“Yes,” you said. You still weren’t smiling, but something in your eyes changed. They looked lighter, like storm clouds had receded. “I mean, it certainly was off-putting at first, and I definitely don’t recommend that you do this to any other ladies. You’re very lucky that I'm so merciful.” 

You smiled a little bit there. It reminded him of the sun peeking over gray clouds. He always felt a sense of disappointment at that sight, but right now all he wanted to do was to carve the image into his memory.  

“I would never,” He was so elated that he almost missed the first part of what you said. “Wait, did you say, ‘at first’?” 

Now you looked embarrassed. “I got used to it at some point, but then I started thinking about how you must feel, and that made me realize...I haven’t been fulfilling our promise to be friends at all.” 

After you said that, you proceeded to eat three more watermelon cubes in succession. He noticed that your cheeks were dusted with red.  

“How did you think I felt?” What a novel thing to have someone try to guess his emotions. He unconsciously leaned forward a little, curious to hear what you were going to say. 

You seemed a bit taken aback and lowered your eyes. “Well...I thought you might have been feeling a little hurt and confused about why I kept pushing you away, and probably quite disgruntled about being treated like a child who doesn’t know his limits. I’m guessing it’s that mix of emotions that made you behave in such an uncharacteristic manner.” 

“Uncharacteristic manner? I’m curious to know just what you think is in character for me.” 

“A gentleman who knows well enough to stare at young ladies so intently.” 

Neuvillette cannot deny that he felt a jab in his heart at your words, but he knew that he deserved it. It felt like he was back in his early days, stumbling blindly through the basic tenets of human etiquette. He was about to apologize once again, but then you continued. 

“But I think...you probably also felt lonely,” your voice was softer now, like the gentle whisper of the rain. Despite that, it reached his ears clearly and distinctly. “And I don’t want you to feel that way. Especially in your own home. So if you want...you can accompany me when I’m out in the garden. Or continue to watch me from the window. Although, this is your house, so you don’t really need my permission to do anything...” 

“Ah, but how can I do that, Madame? I can’t possibly intrude into your kingdom without your express permission.” 

“...Huh?” You stared at him quizzically.  

“Never mind that,” he shook his head. The watermelon looked vibrantly red and juicy, even more so than before. He used a toothpick to bring one to his mouth. The sweetness filled his mouth and quenched the dryness he hadn’t even realized was there. 

“Was I right?” you asked, putting your chin in your hands. “Did I guess your feelings correctly? I’m not very good at this kind of thing.” 

Neuvillette thought your question over in his mind. Hurt, confusion, disgruntlement...those emotions might have flitted through his heart like minnows at one point.  

But loneliness...that was far more than an emotion to him. It was his natural state of being, one that he had chosen to take on. It had been with him so long that when it was pointed out to him, it became a revelation all over again. 

You looked at him expectantly. Your eyes were like mirrors. Lying to them would be lying to himself, and that was something the Iudex didn’t do. 

“You’re right,” he said, gazing straight into those mirrors. “I was feeling somewhat lonely.” 

You blinked. Then you closed your eyes and nodded. “Okay then,” you said and stood up. “Let’s go look at the sunflowers together.” 

The rain had stopped a short time ago. The sky was blue again, and the remaining rain clouds were quickly dissipating. 

Neuvillette also stood up and winced. His hair got caught in the gaps of his chair and he had to untangle it. You didn’t appear to notice. 

The two of you went to stand at the sunflower plot side by side. The sprouts were small and weighed down by the raindrops, but they continued to aim upwards all the same.  

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[otomefiend]

Victor & William Rex

Story Event: Villains want to bother little 'Robin'

Epilogue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 Premium

Pardon me, I completely forgot to post this. 😅 The grand conclusion to their antics. Those two ❤️🖤

~~~

The night with Victor and William was so enjoyable,

I was sad to see it end.

These two men read my desires like an open book.

~~~

Victor: "Haha, what a lovely expression, Kate. Can you tell me what you want right at this very moment?"

William: "Kate -- tell us what you want."

Kate: "Victor, William. Would you stay with me just a little longer --"

Victor • William: "Of course!" • "With pleasure."

~~~

They invited me to Leadenhall Market at night.

Due to the late hour, it was so quiet that the usual hustle and bustle of the place seemed like a lie.

(...... The shops are closed. It's already this late)

William: "Heh, you're so cute with your thoughts written all over your face."

Kate: "What, oh... I'm sorry. After all, you were kind enough to bring me here."

William: "Even if the shops are closed, there are other ways to have fun."

When he looked at Victor, the latter seemed to understand his intentions and smiled in return.

Victor: "On this street, most shops display their recommended products in their windows."

Victor: "So we can still do some window-shopping in the middle of the night."

Then Victor took my right arm, William took my left arm, and we started walking.

William: "Kate. Those shoes would look beautiful on you."

Victor: "William has great taste. Let's come back later and buy whatever catches our eyes."

Victor: "That bag over there looks amazing. The vivid colour would suit you well, Kate!"

(.... it's so much fun. I had no idea I could enjoy myself to this extent)

Kate: "Ah..."

William: "Did something draw your attention?"

Kate: "Um, ...that ...dress on display over there is really nice."

Victor: "How marvellous! It's so lovely you'd turn heads all over England if you wore it."

William: "Looks like it comes in two colours, red and black..."

Kate: "Which one do you prefer...?"

William: "It's best if you choose the one you like, but if it were me, I would say..."

Victor • William: "I'd go for black!" • "Most certainly red."

Victor • William: "........."

Kate: "Pfft...hahaha. Looks like there's no agreement."

Victor: "Then we shall buy both, the red and the black one."

Victor: "-- You can wear them on our respective dates, one with William and one with me."

He winked and smiled mischievously.

Victor: "Ah, you've become a naughty girl for toying with two men, haven't you Kate?"

William: "Heh.... maybe we taught you some things we shouldn't have."

Victor: "Good, naughty girls are welcomed."

Kate: "Ugh.... please, don't make fun of me."

Victor • William: "Hahaha!"

The two men looked more defenceless than usual, laughing in the middle of the night and clearly having a great time...

(... am I okay to think it's just my privilege to have two such people by my side?)

I couldn't help but feel that selfish desire to monopolize.

William: "What about you, Kate? Is it time for the good little Robin to go to sleep?"

Kate: "... You know what I want to do, don't you?"

Victor: "Still, we'd like to hear it from you."

(... Seriously, you two are so troublesome)

Kate: "Please, stay with me as long as I'm awake..."

William: "Mhm, as you wish."

William: "Victor, I think you mentioned before that there's a pancake place around here that's only open at night."

Victor: "That's right, it's behind that alley. We can have a late-night feast, how splendid!"

(...... it's fun)

(So ​​much so that I will certainly dream about those two when I fall asleep tonight)

Even the night breeze felt more pleasant than usual by their side.

~~~

It was a quiet night after the day upon which Kate became the Queen.

Chubby man: "Haa... I need to hurry."

A man carrying a large bag hurried down a narrow alleyway.

At that moment, the sound of someone whistling a tune could be heard, followed by the fluttering of a jet-black coat...

Two long shadows blocked the man's path.

William: "Good evening. Hmm, are you setting off on a journey judging by the heavy load you carry?"

Chubby man: "...... and you are?"

Victor: "Introductions can be such a hassle. By the way, it's a shame that your last night's plans at Oxford didn't pan out."

Chubby man: "...... you're the ones who killed the guys?"

William and Victor smiled in confirmation.

The man grabbed a bundle of notes from his bag with his fingers covered in gold rings,

Then held it out towards the two men.

Chubby man: "You're that group of assassins hired by Her Majesty, aren't you?"

Chubby man: "I'll make you a better offer! Not a bad deal, right? Yes? Yes?"

William: "Too bad. I don't remember being hired by anyone, nor do we plan to be hired in the future."

Victor: "Indeed, we condemn others of our own volition."

Chubby man: "Huh...? W-What condemnation... you're just a bunch of murderers!

William: "Hmm? Murderers... us?"

William: "You're right. Evil is evil, sin is sin, punishment is punishment."

William: "It can never be reversed; it should never be."

William: "For this reason we -- conquer evil with evil."

William: "`Cut you throat with this knife. Right now`."

Red droplets sprayed everywhere.

Looking unexpectedly beautiful whilst painting the blackness of the night.

Victor: "Mmm, your curse truly is dazzling. I fall in love with it every time I see it."

William: "I'm honoured by your compliments."

Victor: "By the by, William. Would you like to relay the details onto Kate?"

William: "No...? I'd rather not."

William: "Waking up the peacefully sleeping Kate is definitely not amongst my favourite pastimes."

Victor: "Haha. Yes, I suppose not."

Victor: "Maybe just let her hear your lullaby."

Victor: "As for the conclusion to the evening... I'm also in favour of keeping it a secret."

William: "And why is that?"

Victor: "...I want us to remain the kind queen and the gentle aide in Kate's eyes."

William: "Heh, you're a wicked man."

Victor: "That's my line, Will."

William: "Mhm, let's go back to the castle. Our lovely Kate is waiting for us there."

The two accomplices smiled at each other as their cloaks flapped in the wind.

Only the two of them knew that the blood had been spilt that night...

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[baldwinboy5ive]

I was going to post these screenshots and say "haha AU where the Blades gang, including Aerin, does the Morellan equivalent of the Hot Ones challenge"

but then... I wrote... a whole... stupid fic. I absolutely promise you that it is so, so stupid. Please don't read it without having acknowledged that.

Name on the Wall

Pairing: Aerin Valleros/F!MC, Blades of Light and Shadow Other characters: Tyril Starfury, Nia Ellarious, Mal Volari, Imtura Tal Kaelen, Kade of Riverbend Rating: ...T...? BOLAS says "godsdamn" is a swear haha. Word count: 3441 Summary: See above. It's total fluff. It's "HEY let's give Aerin and MC a happy ending! A VERY happy ending!"

I am tagging @lovehugsandcandy @lilyoffandoms @malthemagnifisent because they requested (or demanded haha) a tag, and @oh-so-youre-a-nerd because you said you wanted even CRUMBS of Aerin haha

Raine had once said to Cherta that her friends were her found family, and Cherta had told her that she needed to work on growing the “found” part. Well, it was finally happening. Raine couldn’t help smiling as she approached Riverbend, ready to begin a days-long celebration of her engagement to Aerin Valleros, former disgraced prince of Morella, now pardoned citizen and hero of the realm for his part in defeating the threats to their kingdom. 

Tyril was first to arrive and meet Raine and Aerin, and greeted the former with a fierce embrace, and the latter with a curt nod. Kade was next to appear, and they waited for Mal and Nia’s arrival with Threep and Loola. They all planned to meet in the town square with Imtura, and drop the nespers off with an old neighbor of Raine and Kade’s, where they were to be given plenty of food and attention until tomorrow, when everyone would be in attendance of an engagement party. 

Upon its arrival at the town square, Threep and Loola immediately burst forth from a carriage, fluttered their wings, and flew up to Aerin, nuzzling his face and purring. 

“The entire way over here! ‘Snacks! Snacks! Snacks!’ They wouldn’t even stop when I threatened to turn the whole carriage around and go back to Whitetower!” Mal yelled, throwing his hands up in exasperation as he hopped down from the carriage. 

“Because they knew you were bluffing,” said Nia, stepping out of the carriage behind him. 

Tyril, ignoring their banter, looked at the affectionate display by the nespers, and then wordlessly turned towards Raine, expectantly raising a hand and waiting for an explanation. 

“Oh, yeah. You know they always used to hiss at him. Especially Loola. You know. Not so happy about being locked up and all that, especially while Aerin was walking around in those dungeons. Well, she finally got to him the last time we were in Whitetower, that time you went to go see your family back home in Undermount. She clawed his face up pretty bad,” said Raine with the tiniest of smiles. 

“Ever since then, Aerin’s been bribing them with treats,” finished Mal with a loud snicker. “He basically would buy out my buddy over at the pier and dump a whole bag of fish on them, and now look at those spoiled things.”

“You can still see it!” Aerin said, pointing to some faint scars on his cheek, while obligingly throwing some fish out of his pockets to the nespers. 

“Yeah, he could finally pretend he was big enough to cut himself shaving!” said Mal with an obnoxiously loud laugh. 

Aerin rolled his eyes. “And I have two nespers here who’d do anything I say for a few more of these anchovies, including making you look like you’d cut yourself shaving.”

“Sorry, Mal,” said Threep, who at least had the decency to look abashed. “An anchovy’s an anchovy. You understand. It’s nothing personal.”

“Hush, Threep. Mal, you know he wouldn’t, really,” said Loola. 

“Wait a minute…” began Kade as realization dawned on him. “I was locked up, too. Hold on. You mean I could’ve been getting free stuff from Aerin this whole time?!” 

Before anyone could answer, Imtura came striding up towards the group. 

“Landrat! Princeling!” Imtura said, clapping both of them on the shoulders with a hand each. “Time to get our hot sauce on!” 

“Huh?” said Aerin. “I thought all the party stuff was tomorrow.” 

“It is,” replied Raine with a mischievous grin. “Today we’re doing the Saucy Folks Challenge.” 

“Yes!” Nia said giddily. “I’m scared! And also excited! But mostly scared!” 

Tyril nodded emphatically. “To be honest, I feel quite the same way,” he said. 

“What’s… going on?” said Aerin dubiously. 

“The Saucy Folks Challenge,” Raine repeated. “Ten hot sauces in order of increasingly intense spiciness. The challenge dictates that each participant eats fried pargallus wings tossed in the hot sauces, in order, while answering deep, burning - pun intended - personal questions. You can drop out anytime you like, but if you make it to Number Ten, you get your name on the wall of honor, and a bunch of free food. It’s… mostly a bunch of fried stuff.” 

“And bragging rights, don’t forget the bragging rights,” added Mal. 

Aerin groaned. “You mean you four knew?” 

“Well, uh, yes,” Nia stammered. “She and Kade said it was a tradition. I couldn’t see the harm in it.” 

Aerin turned to Raine, and asked, “Then why didn’t you just tell me that’s why we were coming here early?!” 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Imtura said with a booming laugh. “You know godsdamn well you would’ve said no. That girl isn’t stupid.” 

With a rueful smile, Aerin said, “I don’t have a choice, do I?” 

“You don’t; I think I’ll bow out, though,” Kade said. 

Mal chuckled. “I’ve been eating spicy food my whole life - I thought I had a leg up on all you guys, but I didn’t think you were going to quit before we even got started!” 

“Yeah…” Kade said absently, looking off into the distance at some of the stores in the town square. 

Raine shook her head. “You’re wrong, Mal. Kade’s already beaten the challenge. You can see for yourself. His name’s on the wall… at the tavern.” 

“Ohhh. The tavern. That’s where this challenge is hosted,” Aerin said, as understanding came over him. He and Raine had talked extensively about their families - including the sheer amount of trouble Kade was always getting himself into when he and Raine were growing up in Riverbend. “You just don’t want to face that barkeep again.” 

The group - minus Kade - laughed. 

“Come on, just come with us,” Imtura insisted, slinging an arm around Kade’s shoulders. 

“Besides, Raine’s here, and she’ll never let him kill you,” Aerin pointed out. 

“That’s true,” agreed Tyril. 

---

A collective cheer came from the crowd gathered in the tavern as the group stepped inside. 

“The heroes of the realm!” several people shouted. Tankards of ale were raised, and the heroes were clapped on their backs and shoulders as they made their way to the bar counter. 

“Raine! Back home already? To what do we owe the pleasure?” asked the barkeep. 

“That,” answered Raine, pointing to the wall behind the bar. There was a painting of a pargallus, a small domesticated bird found widely throughout Morella, raised for its feathers, eggs, and meat. It was dramatically engulfed in flames, and its eyes were crossed out with black X marks. This was the logo of the infamous Saucy Folks Challenge, so named for the Saucy Sausage that originated from Riverbend, along with the other nine hot sauces that made up the challenge. 

“See? Right there,” said Kade proudly, pointing to the long list of names under the cartoon pargallus. 

“All right, I concede,” said Mal, raising an eyebrow. 

“Hah! The Saucy Folks Challenge! Wonderful! Any special occasion, or just because?” asked the barkeep, who was already beginning to gather some trays and baskets.  

Raine glanced over at Aerin, who flushed a crimson so deep he almost resembled the burning pargallus, and she showed the barkeep the royal ring she wore on her hand. “He gave this to me when we first met. A lot’s happened since then. But now it’s official: we just got engaged.”

There were several surprised gasps from the tavern patrons, and then a second round of celebratory cheers made its way throughout the establishment. 

“Well, then, I offer my congratulations!” said the barkeep. “Our little Raine, all grown up, about to get married! To a prince, no less!”

“Well, that part is currently up in the air,” corrected Aerin. 

Mal smirked. “I think the term they used was ‘On Probation,’ or, alternatively, ‘We’re Watching You, Young Man.’ They may be on a three-strikes system. Or something.” 

“In any case, back in the king’s good graces,” continued the barkeep, his voice becoming stern. 

“Ehhh…” said Raine, teetering her palm back and forth in the air. 

The barkeep’s expression turned deadly serious. “What I’m getting at is, surely this family is now prospering. I mean it, Kade. It was cute at first, but this has gone on long enough. You think it’s easy making a living here? I don’t care that you’re a hero of the realm, Kade, you’re our hometown boy first, and I expect our folk to take care of each other here in Riverbend - and that means paying your tab in full!” 

Kade sat on his barstool taking this in quietly, all while a big smile spread across his face until he was positively chortling with joy. 

“What’s so funny?!” demanded the barkeep. 

Kade, still with the giant grin on his face, swiveled around on his stool to face his future brother-in-law. 

There was an awkward pause. For a moment, no one spoke. Then Aerin relented, groaned, and said, “Fine.” 

“Hooray!” exclaimed Kade, putting both hands in the air and spinning on his barstool. 

“Wait, really? I’m finally getting paid?” said the barkeep with no small amount of astonishment. 

“Hand over the tab,” said Aerin with a sigh. He accepted a thick stack of paper from the barkeep, and his eyes grew wider and wider as he scanned over it. “What the three hells, Kade?” 

“Thanks, Aerin! I can tell we’re going to be great as brothers-in-law!” Kade said with a laugh. 

“Yep.” 

---

“Here it is!” Raine said brightly, approaching the table around which her friends were gathered with an enormous tray filled with fried pargallus wings, each basket of wings being labeled with a number. 

“The local butcher’s family has been making these hot sauces for generations. People around here say that they just keep getting hotter and hotter every year. They partner with the tavern to host the challenge, since… well, people want a lot of ale while doing it,” Raine said with a laugh. 

“All right,” she continued excitedly. “You ready? It starts with our hometown favorite, Saucy Sausage, and it only gets hotter.” 

“It starts with Saucy Sausage?!” said Nia with great trepidation. 

“I warned you,” replied Raine with a grin. 

“So, Kade? You in or not?” Mal said, nudging Kade in the ribs. 

“I was going to say I have nothing to prove - I’ve already got my name on the wall. But you know what? What the hell, my only sister’s getting married! I’m in!” 

The table cheered. 

“A lot of people do it for weddings, but it’s not a wedding-specific tradition,” Kade clarified as he sat down. “It’s just a thing people do in Riverbend. No special occasion needed, really. People make any old excuse to get together with friends and do the challenge.”

“Then I suppose, as we are here, celebrating an occasion, with friends, it appears we are all set to go,” concluded Tyril. 

As everyone began to grab a basket for themselves and get seated, Aerin hesitated. 

“Come on, you can sit next to me,” said Raine warmly. 

Aerin, however, stayed where he was, and fixed his eyes on Tyril. “Did you mean that?” 

“What?” 

“Well…” Aerin began hesitantly. “That we’re friends?” 

“Yes,” said Tyril flatly. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because… you don’t really treat me all that differently than when you all were threatening to kill me every two seconds?” 

Mal, Imtura, and Nia all exchanged amused looks with one another. Then Imtura gestured towards Tyril and said, “You think he doesn’t like you? I think you offended him, Aerin.” 

“Yeah, he looks confused and offended,” added Mal.  

“Yeah, tell him, landrat,” Imtura goaded Raine. 

Aerin felt that Tyril appeared exactly as he always did. 

“Um… no he doesn’t,” Aerin said, to which everyone else but Tyril laughed. 

“You keep hanging with us, princeling, and you’ll start to see it,” Mal said good-naturedly. 

“Yes, that’s just how his face is, Aerin,” Nia explained patiently. 

“Not you, too,” Tyril grumbled at her. 

“It’s just… well, I just assumed you still hated me,” said Aerin. 

“Then why would I be here right now?” Tyril asked. 

“To support Raine, of course.” 

“If we still hated you, we would have simply thrown a private bachelorette party for her without you.” 

“Ooh, we could still do that, too, though,” said Imtura. She and Nia exchanged a look, ensuring that this was definitely happening. 

“Then… you’re here for the free ale?” Aerin said helplessly. 

“Former Prince Aerin,” Tyril said icily, “I assure you that if I should ever attempt to make nice with Raine’s acquaintances, even if I did not like them, it would not be for the paltry reward of free ale and a basket of assorted fritters.” 

“You also get your name on the wall,” Mal interjected. 

“And hey, those fritters are good!” Raine insisted. 

Tyril turned away to look out of the tavern window in order to hide the mixture of amusement and annoyance on his face. When he turned back around, he was perfectly composed. 

“You are, as they say, stuck with us,” insisted Tyril. 

“Huh. So we’re friends,” said Aerin, a teasing grin finally appearing on his face. 

Tyril Starfury let out a breath and, in his heart, cursed Raine of Riverbend for letting things come to this point. That boy really was annoying. 

“The things I do for my friends,” he muttered aloud. 

“So?! We starting, or what?” said Imtura. 

“Yes, we’re starting!” Raine said decisively. “All right, everyone ready with Sauce One? All you have to do is finish those wings to move onto Sauce Two. Oh, and think up some really good questions, everyone!” 

“Wait, hold on, landrat,” cut in Imtura. “You never told us how we win.” 

“Yes, we did,” said Kade. “You get through all ten sauces in order, you answer all the questions that are asked of you, and then you win.” 

Imtura’s face was a mixture of astonishment and dismay. “No, I mean, then who wins?” 

Kade and Raine both looked a little confused. “Everyone who gets to Sauce Ten?” Raine said. 

“Then how do you…?” Imtura trailed off. 

“You beat the challenge by getting all the way to the end, that’s it,” said Kaid simply. 

“So you’re saying there’s a chance that all of us could win, and no one single person is the champion?!” Imtura demanded.

Raine snorted. “I’m not so sure that all of us will win.” 

Then it was Mal’s turn to scoff. “I’m the one who introduced you to Purple Parnassians, kit.” 

“Mal, those things are probably a one on the scale, maybe a two.” 

“Hah!” barked Mal, though Raine didn’t miss the look of apprehension that crossed his face. 

Imtura narrowed her eyes at Mal. “Ooh, I’m beating you, at least.” 

Aerin, who was familiar with Purple Parnassians back in Whitetower, looked even more nervous than he was before. “So I really have to do this?” he said. 

“Oh, just you wait, you who mocked Saucy Sausage,” replied Raine. She then turned towards Tyril, and added, “And so did you, if I remember correctly.” 

And so the challenge began. 

“Oh, gods,” cried Tyril. “This is horrible.” He shot his arm out towards Imtura. “Ale. Ale.”

“Help!” wailed Mal. He cast a stricken glance over to Nia, who herself was in excruciating pain from Sauce Five, and was not capable of thinking straight. Nia grabbed a pitcher of water and threw it upon herself and Mal, leaving the two of them sputtering. 

WIth tears in his eyes, Tyril straightened his shoulders and summoned up what was left of his dignity. “This isn’t working,” he declared. “Hand over the milk.” 

“With the ale?!” gasped Imtura, who was fanning herself with her napkin in between gulps of her own ale. 

“Not together!” growled Tyril with aggravation. 

“This burns more than the Nerada Stone,” sobbed Aerin. 

“I’m in too much pain right now to decide if that’s too soon or not, Aerin,” said Mal. 

“Wait,” Tyril suddenly said, who was in slightly better shape for having had some milk. “I just remembered we were supposed to be asking questions.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Mal. “Okay, I’ll go first. So, comparing this to the Nerada Stone: too soon?”

“No, it was funny,” answered Tyril with grave sincerity, readying himself for another pargallus wing. 

“Agree,” said Kade. 

“You don’t even know funny!” shot Mal. “And this proves it!”

“Just eat your wings!” Tyril roared back, more tears welling up in his eyes. 

Nia was panting hard, and dabbed at her eyes with a napkin. “Imtura, did you ever feel that you lash out at people sometimes because your mother wasn’t generous enough with her affection?” 

“Whoa!” Imtura sputtered, spitting out some of her ale and coughing, in equal measures from shock and from the heat of Sauce Five. 

“Priestess isn’t holding back!” Mal exclaimed. 

“Well?” Tyril prodded. 

“Yes! Happy?!” Imtura growled, tearing viciously into a pargallus wing. 

“All right, Mal, you’re up,” said Raine. “Deepest darkest secret you’ve never told anyone else ever.” 

Mal managed to bark out a weak laugh amidst his panting and gasping. “Why do I get that one?!” 

“Everybody can answer that one, too,” said Raine diplomatically. 

“Um… don’t have any,” said Mal. 

“Boooo!” shouted the rest of the table. 

“Fine! I had a crush on Raine when I first met her!” 

“EVEN MORE BOOOOOO!” yelled Imtura. “We all knew that!” 

“Yeah,” said Nia, sniffling through her tears. “Raine said, deepest darkest secret no one knows!” 

“Very funny,” Mal said, himself sniffling through tears as well. 

“Kit this, kit that,” Tyril mocked savagely. “It could not have been more painfully obvious.” 

Mal turned towards Tyril with venom in his eyes. “Oh? And you?” he said accusingly. 

Tyril then had a coughing fit from his efforts to make it through Sauce Seven. When he recovered, he said, “Everyone liked Raine. That is no real secret.” 

“Is no one going to ask Tyril about the existential crisis he had when we went to Zaradun?” challenged Mal. 

“Just eat your wings!!!” shouted Tyril with more emotion than he’d shown all day. 

“Ice, elf boy, please,” huffed Mal, pushing a glass of water towards Tyril. 

Tyril obliged, using his magic to drop some ice cubes into Mal’s water. “Only because you said ‘please,’” he said grimly. 

Ignoring this, Nia asked, “Raine, did you ever have romantic feelings for anyone else in your adventuring party?” 

Raine, who was soldiering through Sauce Nine, but visibly struggling, eventually gained enough composure to answer. “Maybe. I might have. If Aerin hadn’t come along when he did.” 

“Who?” 

“Yes, who?!” 

“Tell us!” 

“Oh, I don’t know! You guys know I flirted with everyone back then!” 

“Who could forget the bug monster…” Mal said darkly, as he wiped his brow and downed some more ale. 

“Done!” Raine suddenly shouted, throwing a bone down into the basket in front of her, and raising her tankard of ale. “Sauce Ten!” 

The tavern patrons all cheered and whooped, and thumped the tables. “Raine! Raine!” some chanted. 

“All right, I am not getting left behind,” said Imtura with renewed determination. She clenched her jaw, and then tore through Sauces Eight and Nine. The others followed suit, amidst sobs and yells, and dramatic gulps of their ale. Sauce Ten was now in everyone’s sights. 

“We’re gonna add a whole bunch more names to that wall tonight!” shouted Kade. “I get a special mark for doing it twice!” 

“Keep fighting!” growled Nia. 

“We can do this!” added Imtura. 

“Put mine up there!” screamed Mal, his face bright red and shiny with perspiration and tears. “Done!” 

“Done!”

“DONE!”

“Sauce Ten, done!” 

Raine turned towards her fiance, and gave him a triumphant smile before leaning in and kissing him. 

“Feels like fire,” he said with a big grin. Raine couldn’t tell if his face was red from the kiss, or - well, frankly, it was probably mostly from the challenge. 

Aerin looked around at the people surrounding him - sweating, coughing, wiping away tears, gulping down milk and ale - and even through the sheer pain he was feeling in his whole face from going through this ordeal, he realized he didn’t want to be anywhere else, doing anything else, with any other folks. 

His family wasn’t the one into which he was born. His family was the one that took him in, forgave him for the things that he’d done, and relentlessly teased him every chance they got. 

He gritted his teeth with determination. They were his new family. Therefore, his name godsdamned well better be joining theirs up on that wall. 

“Done! SAUCE TEN!” he shouted, and it brought the house down. 

The tavern erupted with a deafening cheer. 

There was no better way for Raine and Aerin to start their celebrations and new life together. 

#aerin valleros #aerin x mc #blades of light and shadow #my fic

[azuryuu]

Yuu H. R School Uniform + Groovy ! Illust. + Voicelines

Summon

“Oh, I didn’t expect to encounter you here in the library. To study no less. No, no, I’m complimenting you.”

Groovy

“Shall I help you find books for your classes? I’m rather well acquainted with this library’s collection.”

Set Home

“Pardon my intrusion.”

Home Idle 1

“The existence of magic truly diversifies the classes available. I’m rather chuffed, really. I haven’t been this excited to learn in a long time.”

Home Idle 2

“I rather like the uniform in this school, it’s black so it doesn’t dirty easily. It certainly saves me a lot of time hahaha.”

Home Idle 3

“Please, if you find yourself in need of help, feel free to reach out to me. Whether it’s homework, tutoring, or trouble between you and another student or teacher, I’ll do my best as class president.”

Home Login

“I wasn’t expecting you. Normally, no one else is up this early. You still have time to sleep some more, you know?”

Home Tap 1

“My grades? Haha, if you’re really that curious, next time test results are posted on the board, I suggest you look towards the top."

Home Tap 2

“Of course, it’s only natural that professors and classmates alike trust me. I don't exactly try to give them a reason not to.”

Home Tap 3

“This coffee…? Truthfully, it does little to stave off my drowsiness, but I get terrible migraines if I go without.”

Home Tap 4

“Ahh… Grim is sleeping in class again. He gets rather nonchalant knowing that he only has to sit the practical exams. I wished he didn’t, you need to understand the theory first to perform well…”

Home Tap 5

“Ahaha you must already be very comfortable around since you're speaking to me so casually when we’ve only just met. It’s kind of gross.”

#falsely draws #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twst yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland mc #twst mc #twst oc #-; my writing #-; yuu stranger lore

[unknownfrom34]

Courtship

For @muzzleroars

On this post, I write a MichaelxV2 fanfic. Fluff writing about the Angelic courtship dance performed by a robot so I decided to be like this part. (Where they dance. Haha. I hope you won't mind 😅) Plus pronouns for V2 will be He/Her btw. I had edited out last minute edits before posting this so I hope you'll like it.

Enjoy. ——————————————————————————————————

"...And V1 had done that? To your brother?"

Michael nodded. He couldn't and still can't, believe that Raphael had helped but it made his already literally rotting heart flutter with reassurance that he tried.

"Yes indeed. He had helped the Machine to court Gabriel into marriage but I am surprised that he helped regardless."

"It must've been shocking." V2 tilted her head to the right.

Michael laughed gently as he placed his hand on his helm, a finger tenderly tracing the cracks. "I can't ridicule him for doing this." he spoke after a moment, still tracing the helmet's cracks mindlessly. "He is my brother and helping others is in our nature."

Michael finally removed his hand and turned towards the red automation. A mirror. A near perfect mirror of her processor painted as red as blood as the protector of peace. Blood tubes painted blue to ensure that he stood out of V1, the newly risen robotic angel and symbol of his brother's love Gabriel willing to give.

V2's processers is recording her findings on culture of Heaven. She had learned a lot from Gabriel in Fraud Layer she lived in, only from what he had been told from his perspective but when offered to see it for herself. It is truly a place of Paradise for what's left of Humanity to go to. Free of pain and suffering and found something she had been lacking in her making: Peace.

Still, the courtship dance is one of the private parts of Heaven over an millennia after Lucifer had fallen down with many other angels as it is considered a taboo by the Father. He had seen them prior to the former banished into Hell itself. The Hell that she and V1 had been born into when New Peace was established.

Curiously a few of his eight wings twitched slightly with another question in her hard drives as Michael took a sip from a cup provided by Raphael, due to a rotting jaw that seemingly be made of light gold, he was recommended to only drinks now.

"May I ask you again, Michael?" "Please do," He accepted, "What is it on your mind, Machine?"

He hesitated. "Have you ever been courted before?"

Michael nearly spit out his drink.

"I beg your pardon?" "Has anyone ever court you before?"

Michael went silent for a moment. He placed a palm on his exposed ribcage adorn with colorful radiant jewels and chains of sliver and gold.

"No." He answered honesty. "I have not been courted by any an angel nor human, Machine." he shook his head lightly. "Many had looked at and up to me as a leader chosen to lead His people and man kind throughout these centuries." He placed his hand again on his helm with a hint of flustered and nonsenses of the question. Turning away from V2. "Many of them knew this is an forbidden act to do, and even worse, the Prince of Heaven in place of Lucifer's and the Lord. I never even try to do courtshiping ritual."

V2 looked at him for a moment.

"Michael." V2 said finally, with a little bit of worry but confidence so little in his machinal voice. "Do you think that I..." Michael turned to look at her once again. "That I... that I do the heavenly courtship dance?"

"You?" Michael could almost chuckle but it was raspy due to a ruined larynx, it was ruined due to the event had had tried to sever his Light in attempt to show his loyalty to Lord he had long-since searched for... and Failed. He will save that story for later yet the machine like V2 could do the ritual is rather funny to him but...

But since Gabriel fell, since V2 was rebuilt and since, for him too much to bare; Even tried binding his brother before reason was struck into him by Gabriel's words, even in Hellish language, they still reached him and even worsen to do to him, he had tried to get him to see V1's corruption by having V2 himself as his date but... All of those failures, taken away his pride but made room for love, humble and a door open for a way for his own sins to be forgiven.

The plan to "open his brother's eyes" had backfired when feelings of this machine, the same way as Gabriel had and... To be honest when he looked back on it. He guessed that's what the race of Man calls "Petty."

Nonetheless, Michael had learned more of V2 being a replacement, ruined and will perish one day like himself will too. He could... He could watch her try. And if he was courted, well, only he will decide to tell or not tell the masses of Heaven.

"Well," He began to say, thoughtfully. "I cannot why not."

V2's optic seem to opened up a little, stars in his eyes with wings flutter a little behind him as he stood upright and then hand over his metallic abdomen and bowed with another arm extended out from him.

Head rose up and then one foot back and then he jumped into the air in a twirl, golden glowing wings flared out in display and then sticks the landing on two feet like a ballerina. Silent amazement resonating in Michael as he watched on. On the right and left of four appendages each. The right bottom one twitched slightly before one after another followed suit going up and then on the upper left appendage repeated this going downwards.

Then them both do it upwards and downwards before crouching down on fours as eight of them gone together to make it seem like they had only one pair of two wings before slowly raises up on two feet once again. Before too long, the eight wings came back but yellow faded into sapphire blue as two of each go downward and then soon out on display.

"This is..." She started to say, "This is so confusing to me, how do you all do it?" Michael, watching the progress had come to an metaphorical halt, placing his drink down and then stand up. He was feeling ridiculous for explaining this but he will feel even more not doing so. He said "Allow me." simply but his voice is gentler by the sound of it.

In his own display of wings, his four wings unfolded in brilliant shades and gradients of pinks, purples, magentas, and violets for a machine or soul to see. The wings then came around and covering Michael slowly and purposely to insight curiosity from the latter and then spun away before he unfolded the wings and then dashed towards V2 before stopping in front of him. The helm barely reached his ribcage and Michael is staring down at them before crouching down, wings flapping down to touch the floor before he stood up and hands grabbing onto forearms (so not to tear the skin and flesh off) after placing them behind his back and circled around him gracefully and leisurely.

V2, stunned but mesmerized, watching the head chief prince closely with wings behind her gently lowered down with her CPU was recording this in wonder before abruptly disappeared in a flash of light. Her optic blinked and looked to her left and right before something shines behind him.

Before he could turn to see, a pair of hands quickly covered his optic and wings enveloped around her as feeling of a helm lightly touching the surface of her own as his head was lifted up a little. Hands then removed themselves from his optic to see Michael roving above him, allowing the small robot to bathe in the glowing lights of his wings.

Both of them lost in a void of a colorful light.

Eight wings of his own twitch with surprise softly, blue began to share a gradient of light pink as he looked up at the Prince of Heaven before one hand lightly taking a hand, a hand that is nearly identical to V2's left one before raising it up and then spun the peace-keeping machine around with trails of neon blue and pink following behind her as four wings flown away steadily.

He kept spinning them to his right before letting go and catching V2 as a leg was raised up while he leaned backwards before lifting upward, lightly urged by a hand on her back with her wings fanning out as she was brought close to his chest.

Feet kept going in a dance of wings of beauty and grace for as long as it could go, a ritual was in fact an success by this point.

Midway, Michael had his hand on V2's back again and the other holding his hand, fingers intertwined, as they looked at each other.

"You have a surprising amount of grace for a machine." Michael commented, looking at his optic with interest. "Oh yeah?" V2 chuckled lightly. "Well, you've got a surprising amount of bugs for an angel."

Michael chuckled at the joke. She wasn't wrong but it was good to laugh once in a while.

"And the expecting tact."

They then spun around as they let go, wings behind them before they flapped, neon and natural light coming off from both pairs and soon they came back together with hands holding onto them and then twirled as they held on. Wings made from metal and divine light flapped and fanned out before fluttering and danced on their accord as their feet had became accustomed to the ritual.

They continued on in their rhythm of the heart beats and fans spinning before letting go.

At last, they bowed to one another.

"So, this is what the courtship dance is like." V2 commented as he turned to look at his wings, colors fading into the tips of his wings as they went from pink to blue and finally going back to default yellow. "Dance with someone you are close to."

Michael laughed, both lightly and worryingly as he tilted his head. "It is, Machine." he added. He is worried.

Someone will know that he had been courted and even worse, it was with this machine but they are in his private quarters, the chambers that was once... Once Lucifer's. Still, since they had danced the ritual here, this could be where a little white secret could lie until he will confess this sin. This sin that made him happy.

Michael cleared his throat gently as his wings folded and soon faded from existence. "W-Well, I enjoyed our time together." he said as his fist was placed behind his back and closed his eyes. "Please," He wanted V2 to leave back to his apartment but he hesitated. "It is getting late, do you think you can travel back to the Eighth Layer?"

V2 looked at the pillar that overlooks outside, stars have already decorated the skies as night time has begun and below were a small city and villages built since the Uproar after the Father's death. "I will but-" V2 turned over to Michael, with another question in mind. "Do you think that I could stay here, but for the night?" he asked as he used his hand to rub his arm. "I haven't seen an actual night like this." No. No you will not.

That's what he wanted to say.

"Of course, but only for one night... V2." He answered this instead.

V2 light up a little before bowing her head. "Thank you, Michael."

Michael bowed his head as well. "You are welcome, I hope you will enjoy the night." he said as he watched him sitting down and crossed his legs on one of many luxurious pillows to watch at the skies with wonder and silent joy.

Michael just wanted to offer her a room of her own but stopped himself. "Have a good night, V2." He bided good night before he turned and then headed towards his own resting chambers as V2 bids him a good evening as well.

Oh God Almighty, what is he even doing?

He had offered the machine to sleep over in the Eighth Sphere of Heaven for the night and only for the night. And all after that ritual of courtship!

He moved a fabric leading into his room away and letting it fall behind him as his head looked at it. He turned to his left arm and noticed new flowers have grown from the wounds. He must've accidentally scratched it during that dance as he carefully recognized them.

Peace lilies, cosmos and apple blooms.

No doubt this was related to the dance.

Michael turned to the fabric once again and peaked to see V2, still there right where he left her, watching the view and a dim lunar light before letting the fabric drop once again. It was the first time he had participated the ritual and he hoped it would also be the last yet.

His wings made from glass and metal, stamina long enough to keep up with him and the look in the optic. An angel of iron and blood he had greeted as an plan to restore Gabriel yet he could've known that this robot...

Never meant to be an replacement. Striped of purpose. Failed in securing something far from her reach. Stoic. Intelligent.

V2 was just like himself. He could come to talk to Raphael for advise on this newfound friendship but still on the same matter, maybe he could ask him if they could dance one more time before turning in for the night.

#Ultrakill #Fanfic #Not my oc #Michael #V2 #Fluff #Writing #Courtship #Dance #Archangel #Robot #Angelic bird courtship dance #Rise and Fall AU

[no6secretsanta]

Stubborn Symbiosis

Hi @ulkonja - as much as I wanted to write some Safu angst I could not help but yield to the sweet siren song of “spicy Nezushi” - I hope it’s to your liking even though the spice might be a bit different than you expect, haha. HAPPY SECRET SANTA!

Post-canon, established relationship, T-rating (though certainly a lil spicy)

—-

“This was the first park we built after everything,” Shion began, unlocking the gate on a black screened-off area. “…There was a learning curve. Please watch your step, Nezumi.”

“But of course,” Nezumi allowed, making a mental note to store anything embarrassing to replay vengefully in his head later— it had been a long week and he deserved petty rejuvenation. 

Behind the (surprisingly intense) padlock sat dirty water in a hole. It lounged at half the depth intended, judging by the three-foot muddy drop that awaited anyone unfortunate enough to approach. There were barely any fish or plants, but the species that had survived did look surprisingly healthy. This somehow was a functioning pond— if only out of spite.

“I can’t believe you haven’t shown me this,” Nezumi whispered, awed. “This is monumental.”

“You know, Nezumi, when someone is giving you a tour of the new city they are helping build, most will lead with their successes, not their failures,” Shion huffed. “You should be more understanding.”

“Afraid I’m all out of that,” Nezumi replied. “I think I’ll pitch a tent here— fancy some camping?”

Shion rolled his eyes, but Nezumi could tell by the way his mouth quirked that he was trying not to humor his sarcasm by laughing.

“I can’t believe the committees’ delicate fingers managed to pick up a shovel.”

“Multiple shovels actually,” Shion supplied. “They did work hard, even though they didn’t really know what they were doing. All of this was due to the …effort of our volunteers. Their hearts were in the right place.” 

“Ah, yes, effort— the most important of all resources, right next to enthusiasm, whimsy, and glee.”

Shion shot him such a tired look that made Nezumi want to peel away his polite office posturing like the wrapping paper on a present.

“Truly, I can’t imagine putting a fence around something so selfless— the new city deserves to see such humble beauty everyday!” 

“We didn’t intentionally hide it. It’s important to wear our mistakes as loudly as our successes, but… well.”

Nezumi leaned in. This would be good.

“Well?”

Shion shut his eyes, admitting, “We actually received too many complaints from people who accidentally…fell in. There’s a ladder but— stop laughing, Nezumi! I know how that sounds, but this was a serious problem. We didn’t want to risk anyone actually getting hurt by the committee’s first volunteer-driven nature project!”

There were actual tears in Nezumi’s eyes. He struggled to catch his breath. “You should have brought me here months ago, Shion. This is groundbreaking, or it would be, if they could actually break through— wait, pardon me, did they try to plant cattails? There’s barely any water— you think they’d try to fix that first.”

“I really wish they did,” Shion’s voice carried the weight of endless meetings. “They thought decorating around the pond would improve everything that was wrong with the foundation. At the time I was busy with other responsibilities and incorrectly assumed our volunteers had consulted with and were working with experts in park creation. We do have nice parks, you know. Functional ones.”

“Those did not look like this,” Nezumi emphasized. “This is something transcendent. An exercise in futility, an art piece, a— ”

“—A necessary learning experience for a new city,” Shion finished. “When our funders saw what it looked like, well. You couldn’t pay someone to take the land of their hands. They wanted it razed.”

Nezumi’s smile fell. “I can imagine.”

Shion was still looking at the water, and Nezumi put one and two together.

“So, Shion, when you said you had land in the city, this is what you meant?”

“Yes,” he mumbled, ever stubborn. “So if you could stop making fun of me for it, that would be great.” 

This guy… Nezumi snaked an arm around Shion’s waist in tender mockery. 

“There, there. You made the right call preserving this place. Books shall remember you as Shion: noble savior of cattails.”

Shion grunted, batting Nezumi’s arm away— but he wasn’t lying, actually. Nezumi loved it here. This place was perfect: born from the city, yet growing honestly in spite of it, beautiful in its own odd, stubborn, baffling way. A lot like…

Shion leaned down to attempt to fish a plastic bag out of the water— he couldn’t quite reach it. He was so close, but clearly too proud to ask for assistance. This was the greatest day of Nezumi’s life. 

“Something to say, Shion?” Nezumi drawled, patiently waiting for Shion to snap at him or fall in the pond.

“It isn’t that funny,” Shion grouched, finding his third option— petulant grumbling.

“You are, though. Can’t believe all this luxury belongs to you,” Nezumi eased back, using a stick to lift the bag into Shion’s hand without any further teasing— a peace offering. “Here, unlike your committee, I am capable of using simple tools.”

“Thanks,” Shion replied flatly. “I’m sure that skill has been very useful in your life.”

Nezumi laughed, coaxing Shion closer in a playful side-hug. When Shion leaned into the embrace a new-yet-familiar heat warmed him to the tips of his toes. He still couldn’t let this drop without one more dig, though.

“Hold onto me,” he whispered dramatically, lips brushing Shion’s ear. “I heard on royal authority it’s a steep drop.”

Shion threw the bag at his face.

—

An hour later Nezumi was sitting with his toes skating above the water. Shion had dropped a lavender pill the size of a quarter in the liquid which dissolved with a sizzling sound and cleared away most of the murk. Good thing, too, as the very important city official was now waist deep in ugly pond and wading with devoted purpose.

Shion’s white hair seemed even fluffier in the spring light. Dressed down to his boxers, his red snaking scar was on full display. It dipped in and out of the liquid as he plodded around like a damp, sexy duckling. Nezumi had eyes— he was using them to the fullness of their potential. 

For all his embarrassment, Shion was good at this. Obviously deeply familiar with the malicious and weird ecosystem in the lake, he was encouraging it to thrive with brief, expert contact. The still-too-low water now shimmered and the stubborn surviving plants were greener and more lush than they had any right to be.

Shion prattled on about the impressive resilience of bacterial life with relentless enthusiasm. Between assurances that the pill wouldn’t harm any of the creatures living in the water, he managed to work in detailed explanations of how the bacteria wouldn’t harm him, either. 

“Orchestrated symbiosis, Nezumi,” he rambled, smiling wide. “We’ve made a lot of advancements.”

Nezumi hated that this was kind of turning him on. Shion really had no right to be so hot and so dumb and so infuriatingly brilliant at the same time. Something was seriously wrong with him, but Nezumi absolutely needed to get this conversation into more suggestive territory. 

Shion hadn’t gotten the memo unfortunately. He had a lot of opinions on water-based illnesses.

“There’s skin rashes, infections….Oh, that’s not even taking into account the parasitic organisms that can survive in water like this,” he babbled, looking altogether too perky for any of those words in that order. 

“And yet here you are,” Nezumi’s voice was a low purr— he was nothing if not determined in the face of impossible odds— “…Swimming.”

“Well, yes,” Shion replied with absolutely zero heat. “I have a great immune system!”

Nezumi questioned his place in the universe. “You’re the most frustrating person I have ever met.”

“I thought that was pretty logical, actually,” Shion countered, granting Nezumi a generous view of the wet skin of his back as he partially climbed up the ladder. “I’ve already survived the worst possible parasitic infection I could, after all.”

“That’s…” Nezumi began, and then gave up. There was no way to make this one sexual. “Not an incident I’m looking to repeat.”

“Me neither.”

At last, the conversation had finally waned— time to encourage a shift. Nezumi leaned back on his elbows. “You know, Shion—”

“—If anything, you’re far more likely to get sick than I am. I have more natural immunities,” Shion interrupted, and oh god, he was still thinking about parasites. “Well, probably anyway.”

He paused to shake the ladder, really testing the rusty metal in the loudest way possible. Wet, rhythmic thuds against the earthen wall filled the air. After a solid minute of this he released the bars, satisfied with their sturdiness. Nezumi pinched the bridge of his nose, and breathed out very slowly. 

There was no salvaging this. He surrendered.

“Nezumi?” Shion asked.

 “Yes?” he replied, without any actual irritation. Shion was Shion, after all. “More enticing facts about parasites for me?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get in the water. You might not have my immune system, but if you get sick, I’ll take care of you.”

Nezumi opened his eyes, not expecting this opportunity, but refusing to let it skate by. 

“Will you now?” He drawled, carefully tilting his head back to show off the pale skin of his throat in a way he knew was alluring.

Shion’s eyebrows drew together, a puzzled expression on his face. Not exactly horny but this was a step above damp ladder shaking, at least. 

“I mean. Yes? I have medicine.” 

An awkward pause. Nezumi waited patiently, holding Shion’s gaze. He half-smiled at the slight flush that had begun to spread across his face. Finally, he was catching on. 

“What else do you have?” Nezumi asked, baiting the hook.

“I’m not entirely sure what you mean by that, Nezumi,” Shion floundered. Something stupid fluttered in Nezumi’s chest. “I didn’t really mean anything by that comment. I just thought it’d be nice to look after you.”

“Please tell me you’re not the type to fantasize about me catching the plague, Shion,” Nezumi teased, voice lowering. “You always did like playing nurse.”

Shion broke his gaze, abruptly shy. His ears were bright red. There it was. 

“Nezumi, I…” 

“Mmhm?” Nezumi replied lazily, drumming his fingers on his thigh. 

“Are you trying to initiate something? This is a very weird place to do that.”

Now it was Nezumi’s turn to choke.

 “It isn’t that weird— we’re in relative private, and you own this ‘park’. Besides, the screen walls are dark and there’s a lock on the gate. You mean to tell me you’re not interested?”

“It isn’t that, Nezumi,” Shion argued, a little too quickly. Got him.

“Then why don’t I join you in the water?” Nezumi drawled, running his hand up his thigh to the base of his shirt. Swiftly, he pulled it over his head. 

Shion, to his surprise, barely reacted. His face was a disturbing neutral.

“Actually, I don’t know,” Shion said, voice flat. “You made fun of me a lot before and I’d hate to throw off the pond ecosystem by doing something so irresponsible.”

 That move never failed him; Nezumi’s stomach dropped. “You’re serious?”

“Not at all,” Shion said, swimming over, a pleased, sparkling, vengeance in his eyes. “Sometimes I want to tease you too, Nezumi. Now take your pants off, please.”

“Asshole.” Nezumi glared, even as his shaking fingers fumbled with his fly. “How is it that you’re perceptive only when it doesn’t benefit me?”

“I recognize your techniques by now, even if I don’t always pick up on them immediately,” Shion teased, tilting his head in a slightly clumsy way that very much matched Nezumi’s own bedroom look earlier. Nezumi flipped him off before shimmying out of his pants and underwear. Shion’s grin melted into something sweet and approving. 

“I still think this could benefit you, Nezumi.”

Damn him. “I suppose we’ll have to find out. Step aside, Your Majesty, I’m coming in.”

“It’s—”

“—A drop, I’m well aware, I think I’ll manage—”

“—Wait, Nezumi!”

Nezumi had survived much longer falls, but the frantic way Shion’s hands hooked around his waist was definitely something new. The fall wasn’t even intense enough for Shion to actually catch him—  Nezumi’s feet hit the soft sand of the pond floor in seconds— but that was clearly his intent. The stupid thing in Nezumi’s chest squeezed, and for a moment, he felt oddly weightless, held by Shion in his dumb, half-empty, pond.

“Nice try,” he offered, tilting his head. They were close enough now that he could only fondly stare into one of Shion’s concerned eyes. “I didn’t think you’d actually try to catch me.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to twist your ankle,” Shion replied, warm breath tickling Nezumi’s cheeks. “That happened to—”

Nezumi kissed him, as if he could do anything else. Shion’s fingers curled against his back and scarred-but-healing bodies pressed as close as they could in the damp. 

“Glad you tested out that ladder, I think we’re about to give it some use.”

Shion’s voice was all curiosity. “Wait, how?”

“We could theorize, but I think you’ll enjoy the practical application much more,” Nezumi teased, fingers linking with Shion’s under the water. “Besides, it sounds like I need to show you some new techniques.”

Shion’s wet palm slid against his, displaying all the clumsy confidence Nezumi couldn’t get enough of, as they sloshed forward. 

“I think I can show you a few too, Nezumi.”

Nezumi laughed, pulling him in.

“Maybe next time. I feel like teaching you something for once. Pay attention, okay?”

#submission #no. 6 #No. 6 Secret Santa #nezushi #nezumi #shion #ulkonja #secretagentfan

[waywardstation]

*perceives Heart Full Bowl Empty*

*perceives Heart Full Bowl Empty*

*perceives Heart Full Bowl Empty*

(Legit its my favorite one. Delicious mix of fluff and angst)

AAA DON’T PERCEIVE NO-

But thank you very much Anon!! I know I haven’t posted a new chapter in forever. A third of it was university, another third was my brain could not calm down for a while, and another third is that I have 40k+ unpublished words written for it right now, the only issue is that it’s content spread across five chapters. I need to fill in the gaps haha.

BUT! It’s been so long, so here’s a sneak preview, planned for chapter 8 currently.

Wording is definitely apt to change; this was written almost three months ago.

————

“I am aware you all are hungry.” Ingo spoke into the rumpled fabric of the blanket. “But I am afraid all I can offer is my sympathy; I am running on empty as well. But do not worry, your mother’s absence from the station tonight only means she will arrive early tomorrow with food to refuel you all.

The more Ingo considered the comforting weight in his arms, the harder it became for him to come to terms with giving it up to careless claws and developing teeth eager for relief.

He held the blanket tighter against his chest, squeezing it reflexively as the frigid cavern drove the beginnings of a shiver through him; Zisu would never know the blanket’s fate either way, but he could not subject it to such treatment - the woven fabric could not survive the kits’ attention nearly as long as a durable pelt provided by the Pearl Clan could.

Surely, it was not selfish to keep this one for himself, if he could provide the kits with a better alternative - they cared not for its sentimental value like he did, only concerning themselves with what could provide the most warmth.

The sneaslets mewled as they began to pile around Ingo’s feet, impatient for more warmth than the chilled nesting layers could provide in the absence of their mother.

“Pardon the delay,” Ingo stepped around them carefully, and their tiny bodies shuffled under the nesting materials to follow the man as he made his way over to his own scarce supplies packed in the corner. “I must make an exchange, but I feel this is for the best in the long run.”

Amongst the box of clothing, various tools, and stored water was a pile of blankets. Ingo picked up a large, shaggy pelt - insulating piloswine fur - and considered it briefly. This was one of his nicer pelts, older yet reliably warm, and it was also one the kits seemed particularly interested in whenever he used it. He’d always had to coax them off when trying to sleep at night, but all things considered, he wouldn’t mind giving this one up for them, if it meant Zisu’s gift would survive their claws.

#wayward’s asks #ref for fic #<- for new people unfamiliar with this fic you can check this tag for everything related to the fic Heart Full Bowl Empty (HFBE)

[sleepyscxry]

Yandere Alastor x male reader

major trigger warning. This is my first post so it might be a bit crusty and dusty

your POV

I had fallen down to hell about a month ago. Already an overlord. I’ve killed a bunch of r@pists and disgusting souls. But I did find one place that was for redemption. I did not understand how someone gets an idea like that but I’m on my way to it to become an employee! God fucking damnit how did I get into this mess.. I got to the front door and knocked three heavy times. After a second a girl that looks sixteen or so. She looked at me as if I was half skinned. She slammed the door and I heard chattering. She opened the door. “Uhm.. hi” “hello there I saw a poster about this place and I thought I could lend a helping hand by gaurding this hotel of vermin.” “What do you mean by vermin?” “Ahahaaa r@pists, child @busers. And more!” “That does.. kinda make sense.. but you’re an overlord.. why do you care?” “Oh because I went through oh so much when I was alive, I am now Dead Set on killing every one who truly deserves it!”

Time skip

I had gotten used to the hotel a bit after an hour or two. But I saw a new face walking down the stairs. “Oh Charlie who might this be?” The man said. “Oh this is our new employee y/n!” “Pleasure to meet you darling! I am Alastor.” “Oh yeah I’ve heard quite a lot about you. Nice to finally meet someone close to my power range.” “Pardon?” “HOW DOES AN OVERLORD NOT KNOW AN OVERLORD?!” “No need to yell vaggie, Alastor I’m sorry to tell you but y/n is beginning to be the most powerful overlord there is.. even my dad is best friends with him..” “ohh your lucifers kid. He told me he had a daughter!” She smiled and looked at Alastor. “It’s my pleasure to meet you y/n but I must take care of some business.” “K have fun!” He turned around and grinned at me. “May I ask.. when did you die?” “Oh last month maybe month before that. No definitely last month on the 25th. Aka Christmas!” “Oh that’s so sad.. I’m so sorry to hear that.” “Meh I got the gift of death that’s plenty.”

time skip

I was at the bar and I ordered rum and coke. A very comforting drink. “So how did you get to become an overlord so fast?” “I was powerful when I was alive and I’m even more powerful in the afterlife. It just makes sense if you’ve known me for awhile.” “Thats cool.” “How did you get the form of a furry?” “Furry?” “Yeah it’s where your body represents a animal hybrid.” “Oh.. idk” “ah”

another time skip (I’m so sorry)

I went up to my new bedroom and it was pretty plan so with just a snap of my fingers it was as home like as can be. I laid down and tried to fall asleep. Keyword tried but I heard loud footsteps outside. I got my slippers on and looked outside my door. It was Alastor. “Alastor? What are you doing up?” “Oh y/n! I’m just doing a nightly stroll around the hotel. Would you like to join me?” “Uhm.. sure!” I walked out of my room and got beside him. “So.. do you do this every night?” “Yes I do! It’s good for tiring me for a good sleep!” “Yeah that makes sense.” We walked down the steps to the main room. He snapped his fingers and a fire started. “Let’s talk. Overlord to overlord haha.” “Ok” “so how did you die?” “Uhm.. some of my long lasting enemies tried drowning me and I hung myself on the tree closest to the lake.” “Oh wow..” “how did you? It’s only fair you tell me.” “I was mistaken for a deer and god shot in the head and a group of dogs finished me off.” “Oh that’s deep.. I wanted to die.. you didn’t.” “Oh I’m over it now. It’s quite fun here!” “Yeah.. I like seeing people suffer in their own sins..” “me as well.” I yawned. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight Al.” “Goodnight darling.”

end of part 1

#Alastor #alastor x male reader #Hazbin hotel #gay #lgbt

[notmaplemable]

I dunno if you're accepting requests but can you please make a post about Jaune and Yang chilling and talking to each other and then they were approched by someone (up to you who that is) asking them if they are brother and sister or a couple. Grin showed on Yang's face, sensing opportunity to tease Jaune but then he answered with "actually i'm her in-law" (shows a pic of him and ruby) and her step father (shows a pic of him and summer). much to yang's horror

(I do in fact take requests. Though you're the first person to ask so thanks for that. So here is what I came up with. Though admittedly I did go in a bit of a different direction.)

***Jaune and Yang are having a conversation in a café***

Jaune: So then Kelly screams "Victory!!!" at the top of her lungs and dumps a bucket of ice water on Violet's head.

Yang: Wow. Your sisters are crazy.

Jaune: Tell me about it. That actually reminds me of-

???: Yang! Jaune! It's been ages!

Jaune: Velvet?

Yang: Oh hey Vel. How long have you been back in Vale?

Velvet: We just got back a few days ago.

Jaune: Well it's good to see you again.

Velvet: Same. What have you all been up to?

Jaune: Oh just so-

Yang: Jaune's my daddy now~

Velvet: Oh. Oh! You're on a date right now aren't you? I'm sorry for interrupting.

Jaune: She's just messing with you Velvet. We aren't dating. We're actually in-laws now.

Velvet: So you and Ruby got together?

Jaune: Yep

Velvet: Aww that's wonderful. You two were always so adorable together back at Beacon.

Yang: I guess Ruby could've done worse, and I've got a little brother to bully now.

Jaune: Oh haha.

Velvet: I actually though you two were siblings the first few times we met.

Yang: Jaune as my bio bro? Nah, can't see it. He isn't nearly hot enough for us to be related.

Jaune: Your mom thinks I'm handsome.

Yang: And I'm sure that has nothing to do with the fact you look like a discount version of my dad.

Jaune: Fair point. Would you like to see some pictures of the wedding Velvet?

Velvet: Oh I would love that!

Jaune *Hands over his scroll*

Velvet: Wow. Ruby looks great in that dress and... wait, is that Ruby's mom?

Jaune: Yep. That's Summer.

Velvet: Why is she wearing a wedding dress?

Jaune: That's usually what women wear to their weddings.

Velvet: Who did she marry?

Jaune: Me.

Velvet: …Pardon?

Yang: He married Ruby and Summer. I wasn't joking when I said he was my daddy.

Jaune: You only ever call me that when you're messing with people.

Velvet: …I think I need a minute to process.

Jaune: Yeah, people usually say that.

(There you go. Hope you enjoyed. Also what's even the name for this ship? Summer Lancaster? Tudor Knight? Rosebush Knight?)

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #yang xiao long #velvet scarlatina #lancaster #summer knight #rosebush knight

[cpunkhobie]

question, why do you claim the "core" alter is debunked? it's something experienced in many OSDD systems, and i know our system has a "core" alter/headmate. just because it isn't a very common thing or should be assumed by everyone to be something every system experiences, doesn't mean it's not real. if you can link the sources that you say debunk it, i'll read them, but i don't think our experience is gonna change lol

(probably) prev anon here, just realized i accidentally skipped the post where u talked abt it. that's still DID and not OSDD, but it makes... some sense. i do think that the whole "children are self states" idea doesn't make sense and is an assumption we can't really confirm as fact (as children are simply beings who are experiencing everything for the first time, of course their outward expressions may feel like "separate-self-states") but for most-all DID systems, it can fit as an explanation

Posts being talked about: 1st post(link), 2nd post(link).

Yeah that's my bad, "debunked" is very shoddy wording haha, I might go back and change that later. I think you pretty much mentioned everything I was gonna respond to the first ask with so imma just skip over that

But yeah, I was specifically talking about DID systems there. I don't think I mentioned OSDD unless I missed that somehow, but I understand how my wording might've felt invalidating.

I think in terms of the "self states" thing, it's not actually "self-states" but behavioral states, which was how the source described it. I haven't done a lot of research on this specific subject, so pardon me. "Self-states" are different states of a fully-realized or semi-realized being, like alters in a system, while "behavioral states" (what the source says) are just collections of different behaviors or reactions to certain things.

(Keep in mind that when I say "children," I mean very young children, like 0-8, or more accurately 2-8.) These behavioral states just mean that a child can switch very quickly between one way of acting, to another way of acting depending on their needs. Or one emotional state, to another emotional state. As a healthy child develops, these behavioral states begin to integrate with one another and become a more cohesive set of emotions and reactions.

However, if a child undergoes chronic stress at a young age, or do not have certain needs met, these behavioral states do not integrate with each other, and in the case of DID begin to split off from one another and develop separately from each other. This split off is caused from a high and consistent level of dissociation during the early childhood, with these states growing more distant as the brain tries to protect itself from the traumatic event - putting up amnesia/dissociative walls between parts. This is the theory of structural dissociation

Keep in mind this is all just my interpretation of what I've researched and read about, and you'll probably find conflicting information in other sources. The conversation around dissociation and especially plurality is highly theoretical, so it mostly comes down to finding which explanation works best for you. I just prefer to keep up with what psychologists are currently theorizing

Sorry this took so long to answer haha, I've had a lot going on and never found the time to lay all my thoughts out.

#jonahs lemonade stand #System stuff #mental health #Og ask was sent Sep 24 #If it feels like I’m over explaining something pardon me #psychology is one of my main special interests and I also try to account for people who don’t know a lot about these disorders when writing #responses.

[sharkiethrts]

Heyyy, I’ve just read some of your posts. So I was thinking, can you please make a karma akabane as a boyfriend headcanons? If you don’t want to, it’s fine. Thankyou in advancee

Omg I do not know why this request only appeared recently for me (tumblr's at it again).

My requests may be closed right now but I am willing to entertain the thought! (I hope you haven't waited too long, please pardon me haha).

Note: This ended up being longer than I intended, do enjoy it well!

I think he'd be a difficult nut to crack, with his personality and questionable methods of self expression- it'd be rocky to say the least when first starting a relationship with him. I'd imagine that the first months of your relationship with him involve Karma overstepping your emotional boundaries with words that are unintentionally apathetic and maybe actions that do not consider how delicate a relationship can be at the beginning of it.

At the comfortable midpoint though (and if it goes right, all the way till the very end), he'd be your best friend. Through your rare outbursts with him, there's no one more understanding and forgiving than him. Even your best friend would know you less than he does you with how he takes the extra step to know more about you, in hopes of furnishing a successful relationship with you (have I mentioned that Karma would be one of the most devoted people you know? I mean, looking at how he invests so much studying for the sake of things he cares about? It wouldn't be surprising if he placed that same effort into you as well!)

However, love languages such as physical affection and words of affirmation are likely to be uncharted territories with him. Especially with how absent his parents are and how the relationship he has with his friends could still stand to hold a little more vulnerability from Karma's side.

If you're into it, he'll catch on quick and attempt to subtly compromise. However, he would still keep it rather curt in public even after years of dating.

As for love languages he is comfortable with? Quality time. Acts of service is appreciated and you'll often find him trying to make things easier for you as a default way of him expressing his love for you (even prior the relationship!)

#karma headcanons #karma akabane x reader #karma x reader #karma akabane #assclass headcanons #assasination classroom

[thestudentfarmer]

Garden harvest~

So today I have decided is the day I try the sweet potato vines!

From some Google searching I found sweet potato vines and leaves are good sources if vitamin A, vitamin min C, antioxidants, thiamin, riboflavin, fiber potassium, iron, magnesium and calcium.

☆☆I always suggest thoroughly researching any plants/plant parts your not fully certain or familiar with concerning edibility before you eat them☆☆

The plant I took most the vines from. This was from 1 slip. I also took a few portions from the round bed I've shared here before.

Splitting apart the vine from the leaves and washing them.

Washing the vine part.

Drying them. When their dried I'll blanch them and cook them up. (Pictures for final result will be in another post, this is a current going on haha 😄)

In other eggciting news! This lil lady suprised us by starting to lay eggs!

Four over the last few days! 🥳 to be honest we weren't expecting anymore till later September or mid October! So this is eggstra eggciting!! (Pardon the pun!)

I made a curtain! :D (I still have to cut the dowel but that won't take long) 1/4 of desired curtains done! 🥳

And I believe I mentioned it in a prior post but I was freezing portions of spaghetti squash, it qokrs excellent so far!

That's it for today's post :)

🌱☘️Happy homesteading and sustainable journeys to you all!☘️🌱

#homesteading #self sufficient living #thestudentfarmer #studentfarmer #self sufficiency #food #garden #gardening #low waste #chickens #spaghetti squash #eggs #new layer #sweet potatoes #eating new things #tip to tail #frugal