#sorry i took so long TvT

[gralunaisland]

Do you think Ichiya's harassment towards Erza is the same thing as Juvia's harassment towards Gray? and if that's the case then why is Erza allowing Juvia doing the same thing?

Double Standard between Ichiya and juvia

I do think Ichiya's harassment is basically the same thing as juvia's harassment. I really like your bringing attention to the fact that despite Erza being a victim of sexual harassment, she allows and encourages juvia to do the same thing to Gray.

Let's examine some of their behaviors side by side, shall we?

(Now it's been quite a few months since I watched FT last so I'm not going to remember every single Ichiya or juvia moment, but I'll write about what I remember off the top of my head. This won't be my greatest post, because of my bad memory haha. Feel free to comment any more similarities I might've missed!)

Ichiya has a habit of calling Erza pet names that have made her very uncomfortable. Tbh I'm not remembering all of them but I think he called her "baby" in the English dub version.

juvia also has a plethora of pet names for Gray that they had never agreed on and he had never asked for, just like Erza hadn't, like "darling" in the English dub. Also whenever she says Gray's name, she adds "-sama" to the end of it, elevating Gray to an embarrassing degree. I'm not an expert on Japanese suffixes, but I know they use that term when speaking to someone of muuuuch higher status than the speaker, like when they're referring to God, they say "kami-sama". It shows a crazy amount of respect and humbling of oneself, and Gray never asked for that and certainly doesn't consider himself better than juvia (though he should because she's pits). If you think about it, it's about the equivalent of this person who's unhealthily obsessed with you bowing down to you and calling you "your royal highness" or "your lordship" or "my queen/king" and actually meaning that level of respect when you never wanted them to in the first place. I think most people who don't have inflated egos would be very uncomfortable with someone who follows them around calling them those things all the time in public and in front of their friends especially.

Ichiya invades Erza's space all the time, sniffing her "parfum" at a very disturbingly close distance, which usually ends up with him getting kicked in the face.

juvia does the same thing constantly, with her even jumping into Gray's mouth naked before. she hugs him (more like tackles him) out of the blue so much, and she didn't let go of his hand when he wanted her too after their unison raid in the GMG. It's really gross to blatantly ignore someone's personal bubble on a regular basis, especially if that person hasn't okayed it. Did her parents never teach her "hands to yourself" as a kid? Someone really needs to now. It's very r*pey behavior to put your hands on someone else, especially lecherously as she does, without their consent.

Ichiya treats Erza as if they're a package deal already despite them being very decidedly not.

juvia also pesters Gray incessantly about being her one and only, very assured that he is in fact hers despite never asking him to date her. she's a weird one. Sometimes she seems like she knows they're not dating, as she tries so hard to win him over, and sometimes she shows she thinks they are dating by being all lovey dovey and expecting Gray to only have eyes for her. she really is just crazy and has no rhyme or reason, so I don't worry too much about what she actually thinks because she clearly doesn't think at all. All that to say, she ignores what Gray wants because he's rejected her before and she doesn't care, and she's delusional from thinking her methods work and are humane.

I guess the last similarity I can think of, that ties in the stuff I've already mentioned, is that neither of them takes no for an answer, which is soooo r*pey (yes, I use this term a lot, but it really captures their behavior) of them. It's just abhorrent to keep pushing and pushing their agenda to obtain the relationship they want even though the object of their disgusting affection clearly pushes back and rejects their advances.

Unforgivable really.

I can't believe this type of behavior is romanticized and humorized in anime and manga so often when it's just gross and criminal.

Back to your second question: Why is Erza allowing juvia to do the same thing to Gray when in reality, shouldn't she understand what Gray is going through since she has to endure it with Ichiya?

Honestly this is a really good question, and one I hadn't really thought hard into before. I think I might have an answer, though I'm sure Mashima didn't think this far through with his terrible character "development" skills.

First of all, this is just another example of men getting the short end of the stick in media. While Ichiya's advances get rebutted with a swift kick that sends him flying (as they should), juvia's advances are more or less allowed even with Gray's clear discomfort. And no one seems to care that Gray is being harassed. With Ichiya, it's clear we're meant to find him disgusting and a pig through even just his character design, with his very short body (which is usually found to be an unattractive character trait in men in society) and an ugly face. With juvia though, she's designed to be traditionally attractive, with the usual huge breasts and curvy yet slim figure, as well as a "cutesy" face. We're supposed to find her pretty, and therefore "she should be allowed to do all these nasty things to Gray because her pretty privilege turns all her nonconsensual harassments into being cute and acceptable."

News flash, it doesn't matter what you look like, if you ignore consent, you're disgusting and ugly af on the inside.

Just because juvia is conventionally cute and a woman (because so many people don't think women can have the power to do these criminal acts to men), she's given a pass, and we're supposed to root for her.

That's the first reason Erza is encouraging juvia, because Mashima is banking on the fact that everyone who watches/reads FT finds juvia's actions to be acceptable through her pretty woman privilege, and therefore he just wanted a female friend of hers to help her and support her actions. A character in the story, especially an important one like Erza, showing they support juvia is sort of the same thing as Mashima himself showing he agrees that juvia and Gray should be endgame.

Another reason, this will be more speculative and story-based, could definitely be that Erza is just friggin' dense and doesn't realize the parallel between Ichiya and juvia, or that juvia's actions are damaging to Gray's well-being. We're shown throughout the show that she's dense when it comes to certain things, especially how to behave in social settings. This could just be an offshoot of that, that like juvia, she's socially stunted on this front and fails to realize that juvia's actions are exactly like Ichiya's because she's a cute girl.

She's also been shown to be sort of an older sister figure to Gray, and that comes along with her bossing him around. She's used to being obeyed by Gray and Natsu and in general because of her power and her intimidating aura, so it could really be that she's decided that she knows what's best for Gray, that Gray needs some love and romantic affection, and that juvia, since she is a ready resource that's completely willing to provide him that, is perfect for him. Maybe Erza respects juvia's "undying loyalty" -more like undying obsession- since the red-head has had to deal with loyalties and trust being broken before (think Tower of Heaven).

In the end, I think the true answer as to why Erza supports juvia is the usual one, oldy but a goody, that Mashima is just a sucky writer when it comes to all things gruviugh. I think the real Erza would never support let alone encourage juvia's unsolicited acts of fixating on and fetishizing Gray. I'd like to think she would be there for him like a truly good big sis would, and that she would spring to protect him from those who would do him wrong in a heartbeat.

That, unfortunately, is not the case, and yes, it's Mashima's fault for writing her so out of character, but unfortunately, it's how Erza canonically acts. I shake my head at this author yet again.

Closing Notes:

Thank you so much for your patience! I am back! :) Please do comment below if you have any thoughts as to why Erza supports this behavior despite her grievances with Ichiya, or if you have any thoughts at all!

#anti gruvia #askgraluna #ask #anti juvia #fairy tail #anti juvia lockser #anti juvia loxar #defend gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster #anti gray x juvia #double standards #sorry i took so long TvT #anti ichiya #gralunaessay #anti gray fullbuster x juvia lockser

[zibiscusloon]

When you get this, please respond with five things that make you happy! Then, send to your last ten people in your notifs! You never know who might benefit from spreading positivity! ✨

Uhhhh- well let’s see-

1. My fandoms. This probably ain’t a big shot but I’ve managed to find comfort in plenty of series. And being able to project and just have good hearted fun always allows me to smile ^^

2. My dogs and cats. Honestly knowing at the end of the day I get to go home and see my fluffy children is what gets me through most days 💕

3. Bubble wrap. That’s it. I like the pop-

4. Dr Pepper, granted it’s not the healthiest but yes I drink it frequently and it’s my favorite drink. It’s like coffee is to others for me (since I actually can’t stand coffee..)

5. My town. I’ve lived my whole life in a relatively small, safe, quiet country town. I’ve grown up peacefully and maybe I’m just a homebody but I love it just where I am an have no intention to leave.

@firecurls-27 @nightmaretherabbit @marshmallow-biscuit-blog @cephalopvnk @bunskero @weirdgirl92 @rubiloveschocolaste @fanoffandoms23 @astral-riddles @salilaoceania and anyone else if you’d like too ^^

#my blog #I’m sorry this took so long TvT #I couldn’t think of anything for a bit-

[alizachan]

7 For xander :>

7. “You’re safe/alive” kiss Oooo okay :D

“A-Ali! Wake up!” Xander shakes Aliza in his arms..they just barely got out of battle and Aliza collapsed after getting beaten up badly.. “Please…Ali…wake up….” He holds Aliza close to him, close to crying…she’s not dead right? She can’t be…he promised her that he would keep her safe…and protect her no matter what

*cough cough*

His head perk up at the cough as Aliza coughed a bit as she opens her eyes, “Xander..?” His eyes widen “Aliza!” He suddenly kisses her on the lips catching the girl by surprise when Xander pull back soon after, “i’m glad your alive…” He hugs Aliza close to him

#xanza #sorry this took so long my just went *blank* when i started to type #Wanna do a drawing but there’s no good base- #Can’t do gacha cause my phone still on lockdown TvT

[zoeythefloppyceilingchild]

Neko-Sufi: Hi, Zoey! How are you today? ^v^

Hm? Oh, hello! I'm doing good today? How about you?

#sorry that I took so long with answering this TvT

[sprhinklesome]

Can i ask what language do you write in?

Vietnamese! I’m one of a rare Viet fans out there in this fandom hehe 🥰

#I know about Dang/Novo who created Searchicality that is also a Viet fan but I’m too shy to start a convo with him TvT #funny extra fact: anytime they mention Vietnam or Vietnamese food I get overly excited #it took me so long to realize that Rhett mentioned pho in their Nerd vs. Geek rap!! #they ate it multiple times along with bun bo hue once! #sorry for babbling I really do get excited over these litte things ehehe #ask sprhinkie

[jymwahuwu]

@blbrrymilk in your inbox again TvT

which of the hsr men do you think are into boobjob/ paizuri?? or mostly likely to stare at/grope your chest often. i wanted to know your thoughts on this... (also reader who has a flat chest too please. i wondered who would tease you the most about your size... my mind is saying aventurine and sampo 😭)

sorry, it took me so many days to answer!! this is very enlightening and I have been thinking about how the men in HSR would react😩😚😽💖

-cw: dub-con, yandere tendencies, nipple clamps, boobjob

They love it so much: Jing Yuan, Aventurine, Argenti, Sampo

Like but not particularly keen on: Blade, Dan Heng, Dan Feng

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm: Luocha, Sunday

Consider this silly stuff: Dr. Ratio

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They love it so much:

Jing Yuan:

General likes your boobs and tits. No matter what size that is <3 If you have busty/medium boobs, be prepared to be rubbed by boobs for a long time. If you have flat/small boobs, expect to have your boobs licked so that they glisten with water. He looks forward to the day when your buds swell and your milk leaks… (I have written a more detailed version before)

Aventurine:

Exactly. If you have small breasts, he will definitely laugh at you first. Staring at your flat breasts with a mean look. Use his thumb to circle the areola and squeeze. But the look that turned into affection gave him away. He kisses your nipples. If you have large/medium boobs there is a milking machine for you and try boobjobs.

No matter what your breast size is, he has some custom nipple clamps in colors and patterns for you. Aventurine is not cruel, the nipple clamps are very loose and only slightly painful when clamped on your breasts. You whimpered and bounced on top of him, the nipple clamps on your breasts swaying. What a beautiful scenery.

Argenti:

There is no doubt that this knight adores your breasts, no matter the size. He looks at your breasts carefully and plays with them, and invariably ends with a boobjob. Because who can resist worshiping such beauty as you? Lots of compliments and squirting sounds. Cock inserted when you're shy.

Sampo:

Take off your clothes. You pumped your fist as Sampo laughed at your small size. He quickly blocked your punch and claimed that he just liked it so much… No matter what your size, he would give you a customized gift, a cute bra!

He is very patient, and the hair lying on your chest is itching and shaking for a long time. Orgasm after orgasm was pulled out of you, and when your mind was blurred by the orgasm, he held you tightly and penetrated you firmly, rubbing your breasts.

Like but not particularly keen on:

Blade:

Your bra was mostly destroyed into his hands. When he pulls your bra, it rips. It's really too much!! Blade usually prefers to penetrate you roughly rather than rub your nipples, but sometimes he might do that.

Dan Heng, Dan Feng:

These two dragons don't like these fancy things. They just squeeze your breasts without wanting a boobsjob. Why do they do this? You should be doing this to nurse the baby dragons.

He claims not to know what it is while stimulating you to orgasm:

Luocha:

The foreign trader considered and read the explanation. Luocha claimed he didn't know this as he cupped your breasts and rubbed and squeezed them mercilessly, keeping an innocent look on his face as you gasped and climaxed.

Sunday:

"What is that?"

Sunday's lips raised. The halo behind him became softer, and the feathers behind his ears were swaying. He requires you and serves Him. This is a type of dedication. You have to push your breasts and rub his cock...and at the critical moment, he'll dig his fingers into your wet walls and pound away.

Consider this silly stuff:

Dr. Ratio:

Ratio pinches, pokes and rubs your breasts while explaining the principles of orgasm and breast stimulation. It was a rational, calm tone. He scoffs and sighs as you twitch uncontrollably.

#yandere honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #sunday x reader #blade x reader #aventurine x reader #dr ratio x reader #argenti x reader #sampo x reader #dan heng x reader #dan feng x reader #luocha x reader

[icysnails]

Hello. I was wondering if you could you write a platonic angst story where the reader is Blade's child. I was thinking that because Blade barely spends any time with the reader unless it's during one of their extremely harsh training sessions the reader decides to run away especially after one particularly rough training session where the reader was injured after they accidentally talked back and that night the reader starts packing their stuff but they accidentally left behind their late mother's pendant and Blade found it the next morning. (I hope you're okay with writing this and I wish you a good morning, afternoon or good night ☺️)

Family.

A/n: Hello Anon!! Thank you for your request!! I am so sorry this took so long- school + extracurriculars started so I had way less time to work on writing outside of school (TvT) But this was so much fun to write! I got a little bit carried away and it ended up being a found family type thing with all of the Stellaron Hunters– I tried to focus on Blade being a father figure as much as possible though! I hope you have a fantastic day, and I hope you enjoy!! ૮꒰ ˶• v •˶꒱ა ♡

Warnings: all relationships are platonic, found family trope, betrayal, suicidal ideation (Blade), mentions of death, reader's parents are dead, flashbacks, reader runs away, mention of bullets + broken glass, overthinking, Blade being insecure, reader uses a sword, reader gets injured a couple of times (If i forgot anything, please let me know!!)

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Pairing: father figure!Blade x gn!child!reader (PLATONIC), mother figure!Kafka x gn!child!reader (PLATONIC), sister figure!Silver Wolf x gn!child!reader (PLATONIC)

Word count: 7.3k

Blade is a cruel man. 

There is no love in the red pools of his irises, no signs of any humanity. Dark circles adorn the skin just below his merciless stare, eyebrows slightly furrowed in an eternal state of aggravation. It was no wonder enemies cowered at the mere mention of him. He holds nothing back, and if an enemy was unfortunate enough to meet the steely edge of his sword, they were sure to be broken and lifeless by the end of the encounter. Unfortunately, he isn’t much different off of the battlefield either. 

Blade is bitter and selfish and cold, to the extreme that even Kafka and Silverwolf are convinced that he has forgotten how to feel.

The thorns of the mara in his veins torment him constantly, the pain never faltering, even after decades. The other Stellaron Hunters had begun to wonder if those thorny, agonizing vines had punctured through his heart as well. It would be understandable, to an extent. After all, he is a man who has experienced endless with suffering and loss, his mind poisoned with grief and the sole desire to die. No more pain, no more fighting, just darkness- the mere thought was enough to drag a bitter smile out of him.

He was used to the dark, used to feeling like an empty vessel. 

But why, if he was so familiar with agony, would he impose that same feeling on you as well? 

You had always been alone. You were only a toddler when your parents were taken from you, the only proof of their existence being a necklace your mother left with you before she died. You had spent your youngest years void of any parental guidance, hopelessly wandering between foster homes and planets, hoping someone would take you in. You gave that up by age ten, running away from your home planet to travel the galaxy. From that point on, most of your time was spent sneaking onto Starskiffs, hiding in empty cargo compartments on any moving vehicle you could find, and even stealing authorization keys to search occupied space stations, all in search of someone whom you could call family. 

But what exactly did the word family mean?

You always thought it was a strange word. It had such a subjective meaning, yet it was talked about so often. You didn’t understand what it meant, and no textbook definition could help you. All your efforts to find its meaning were in vain. And yet, your curiosity haunted you. 

With every new destination, the word family buzzed among the crowds constantly. No matter where you had landed yourself, all you could do was spectate. You watched as children laughed and clung to the legs of their guardians, as relatives sobbed in unified grief over flower dressed gravestones, and as teenagers linked arms with each other, growing away from the protective grasps of their parents. 

Every planet you traveled to, every dragging, lonely step you took, that sickening, seemingly joyous word that made you feel so isolated was there.

Six months after you had ran away, you went out alone to buy food. It was late at night, and you were preparing to head off to another planet the next day. Luckily, you bumped into a nice shopkeeper earlier who gave you some extra credits because she thought your coat was cool (in reality, she was just worried about you wandering off all alone, but didn't want to pry about your parents' whereabouts). So, you headed out amongst the crowds as you always did, pouch of credits in hand and determination plastered on your face.

But a woman stopped you on the way there and asked why such a young child was wandering around alone at night. She had a little girl with her, who looked no older than you. 

She asked you if you had any family she could call to come and get you, with the assumption that you were lost. You couldn't say anything. Instead, you just stared, your wide-eyed gaze pinned on the child that almost mirrored you. Almost. Perhaps if the world were kinder, your eyes could have donned the same innocent, joyful light. One of her hands was encased by her mother’s, while her other hand kindly reached out towards you. A cheerful “hello!” rang through the air as she tried to shake your hand. 

You stepped away from her. It was hard to breathe. You had seen all this before. Yet why was it so painful this time? 

Internally, you demanded the Aeons to tell you why the truth of your situation had to be rubbed in your face so blatantly. You were alone. You wondered if it might be good to explain that to them, to create some kind of connection with these people, but no words would leave your throat. Your heart felt like it was splintered in two.

You didn’t know how long you stood there staring, but you were sure the devastation tearing you up inside was evident on your face. The woman called out to you one more time, her worry falling on deaf ears as you backed away slowly. You took one more look at the girl before turning on your heel and running as fast as you could, sobs wracking your chest so deeply it hurt. 

You hadn’t returned to that planet since then.

You wanted the life that little girl had. You wanted to have a guardian.

But as the years went on, nothing changed. Your travels continued, and you came to terms with the fact that you might never know what family felt like. You made acquaintances as you traveled, friends, even. They never stuck around for long, though. The darkness always swallowed them up one way or another. And with every loss, the painful void in your chest numbed and steeled over a little more.

You thought that your life would always be this way. In truth, you had forgotten that there was any other way to live.

However, that was before a certain group of Stellaron Hunters swept you away from your life of solitude, and recruited you into their dangerous yet thrilling world. 

A year later, you found yourself on a sand covered planet. You were on a train, heading to one of the planets' larger cities from a smaller town. There wasn’t any way you walk- it was too hot and the distance was too far. Otherwise, you would have spent your savings on something other than train tickets.

The trip was uneventful and for most of it you just stared blankly out the window, exhaustion and boredom settling in your bones. You were tired from running errands for the previous town's residents- it was onerous but it happened to pay well. Though you were happy to have a break, your mind wasn’t used to the quiet. The barren landscape outside did nothing to help. It was a dry, flat expanse that was dotted only with dead weeds and the scraps of broken automatons. In short, nothing of interest.

Aside from that, all was going well. You had enough credits to last you at least six more train rides and get food and extra supplies, and you had several acquaintances with whom you could stay in the next city. You made a point not to talk about your budgeting skills, as it would usually spur a torrent of questions from whoever you were talking to. You couldn’t blame them though, children your age typically didn’t devote themselves to a life of aimless travel. 

The train stopped right on time, and you stepped onto the platform that was crowded with people. As usual, you were met with the sight of teary-eyed relatives hugging each other, children running around and playing, and couples greeting each other. You kept your head down, feeling more inconvenienced than sad. In their excitement, the crowds always seemed to block your path to the other platforms. Besides, they say time heals all wounds, so why would you care, anyway? You awkwardly shoved your way toward a nearby stairwell, grunting as several people bumped into you. Just as your fingers made contact with the stair’s banister, ear shattering sirens echoed throughout the station.

Emergency lights flashed on and off in a blinding rhythm, the red glow engraining itself into your mind. Suddenly, pixelated bullets flew towards the ceiling, shattering several of the glass panels. Screams rang out in response, and the previously happy crowd flew into a panic, ducking to avoid the broken glass. However, the glass shards evaporated into more pixels before they could hit the crowd, preventing any damage from being done.

Amidst the swarms of people trying to escape, you cautiously walked closer to the source of the commotion. You really shouldn’t have, but the nagging curiosity in the back of your mind compelled you to do so. And even if it seemed dangerous, there was something off about this incident. After all, if the initiators were out for blood, wouldn’t they have attacked the crowd directly? If whoever caused this wasn't intending to cause harm, they must be looking for something.

As you got closer, you saw three figures: A magenta haired woman with lightless eyes, a pistol in one hand, and a glowing thread of purple silk in the other. She was leaning back against one of the platform’s pillars, watching the whole scene with fake amusement. The second person you saw was a smaller girl decked out in a myriad of purples and blues, her drill style ponytail swaying as she typed up coordinates on a hologram screen. And lastly, you saw a red eyed man with a glare so sharp it made your heart sink. You certainly did not want to be subject to whatever rage he had stored away. From the looks of it, he could kill you in a split second.

For some reason, all three of them seemed familiar. You couldn't quite place it, but you quickly realized, you knew who they were. Their faces were plastered on all of the IPC’s wanted posters, which were scattered on literally every planet you had been to so far. You couldn’t remember their names exactly, but you knew that, together, they were known as the Stellaron Hunters- the universe’s most wanted criminals. You should have recognized them from the pixelated bullets earlier- how could you have been so naive?

You could have tried to run, but it would be futile. You were already out in the open, and they had already seen you.

Your eyes widened in sheer panic as the man dressed in black set his gaze on your shaking form. There was no way you’d survive this encounter. Absolutely zero chance. He stepped toward you but was interrupted by the sound of a clanging of a spear. The station’s security officers surrounded the Stellaron Hunters, demanding that they freeze and turn themselves in immediately.

You covered your ears and ducked as a fight broke out, the Stellaron Hunters throwing themselves into battle. Your eyelids were screwed shut in fear until the sounds of fighting had ceased. When you opened your eyes, you looked up to see that all of the guards had been knocked out, and that the taller woman standing above you, watching you in a way that was eerie, yet... comforting somehow. Even so, your better judgment caused you to back away, frantically scrambling on the hot cement of the platform. The red eyed man yanked you to your feet before you could stand up, and a panicked noise left your throat as he dragged you toward his two companions. you caught a glimpse of his sword that was poised in his other hand, taking note that he was ready to strike if necessary.

“It’s a kid.” He grumbled, still glaring at you. 

The tall woman chuckled and took a step forward, observing the way you struggled to get out of her companion’s grasp. You were getting more anxious by the second, she could tell. No matter how strong and collected you acted, you were still just a kid, and you had the minimal strength of one.

“Let them go, Blade. I don’t think they mean any harm.”

Small, scared breaths left your throat as you were released, your shaking legs failing to hold you up. You fell to the ground, staring in shock at all that had occurred. What would have happened if they didn’t let you go? How much danger were you really in, and how the hell were you still alive?

Then, the monotone voice of the grey haired girl met your ears. 

“What a waste. Looks like those signals were nothing but a glitch.” She sighed. “There's nothing for us here.”

The scary man who grabbed you- Blade, as the woman called him- looked down at you crumpled form, eyes softening just the tiniest bit. Your fearful gaze met his, and you didn’t dare move. The two other hunters made conversation about their next moves in the background, while Blade narrowed his eyes coldly.

“Why aren’t you running?”

…What?

“Go. Lingering here will only bring you suffering”

Your fearful gaze then turned to one of confusion. It was unclear if his words were meant to be a warning or advice. Either way, it gave you the strength to pull yourself off the ground and attempt to respond, but all that came out of you was a strangled groan. Your body hurt, and everything had happened so fast that your mind was still trying to catch up. It wasn’t that you were trying to make an impression by staying, you just couldn’t bring yourself to run because of the adrenaline coursing through you. You hunched over and placed your hands on your knees to get your bearings. After a few minutes, you finally responded.

“Y- yeah, I… uh…” You hesitated, unsure of what to say. “...I have another train to catch...?” 

It came out like a question, which was unintended. It was the truth, but you were so nervous that you would say something wrong and provoke him. Your life may have been spared for the moment, but they could still change their minds, and you didn't want to re-dig your own grave.

The man beside you let out a small sigh before turning his gaze back to his two companions.

“Fine.” He muttered.

A few moments passed with you and Blade sitting in comfortable silence. or, it was comfortable him, at least. He was still and silent, ignoring you entirely. You just kept fidgeting the whole time, unsure if you should stay or run for the hills. It was borderline suffocating. thankfully, the tall woman came over again, ending your misery.

“Well, we’re off.” She said to Blade, prompting him to walk towards the edge of the platform where the smaller girl stood. Before walking off, she turned to you one last time. 

“Take it easy, kid.”

Something in your heart screamed at you to speak up. A strange urge began eating away at you, telling you that if you didn’t do something right now you’d regret it for the rest of your life. But do what? What could you do without potentially dying? It was stupid. And dangerous.

But that old feeling of longing, that desire to be a part of something wouldn’t leave you alone. Your desperation to attain a family of your own had been reawakened. Your undying hope, which laid dormant for years, was now ruling your judgment.

Just as they turned to leave, you stumbled forward and cried out.

“Wait!”

All three heads turned towards you. 

A purple set of eyes knowingly scanned you as you trembled, a smirk growing on the woman’s face. 

You anxiously gripped at your clothing, trying to summon up the courage to put on some kind of brave face for them. Before you think, pleas for them to take you with them were spilling from your throat. You told them that you wanted to see the universe and that if they gave you that opportunity, you’d do whatever you could to assist them. It was a partial lie- exploring the universe did sound fun, but it wasn't what you were truly after. Your true motivations were far too personal to tell them just yet. It felt like a wound had unexpectedly reopened ever since they arrived, and you were sure you’d crumble if you forced yourself to explain.

Luckily, you didn’t have to. You had the strangest feeling that they already knew your story to some extent. Even without the influence of your longing, you couldn’t deny that it was the opportunity of a lifetime. It wasn’t every day that you came across three highly skilled fighters who could quickly travel anywhere they wanted. You could save years worth of credits and injuries if you went with them.

Once you had finished your frantic explanation, you took a breath to calm your pounding heart. The silence you were met with was deafening, which you took to be a bad sign. A deep chuckle reverberated through the elegant woman’s chest as she took a decisive step closer to you. She hummed in amusement, holding her hand out for you to take.  

“You may not be crucial to our mission,” she leaned down to your height, voice almost a whisper, “but if that’s what you want, then who are we to disagree?”

You took her hand, heartbeat slowing to a calm pace as you did so.

The days you spent with the Stellaron hunters were some of the most peaceful days you had ever experienced. 

You weren’t constantly slinking around trying to find information and resources for your travels, and it was the first time you had slept in a room that had officially been dubbed as your own. You weren't hopping between inns and the homes of your few friends. Even expenses weren't an issue anymore. It felt strange to have time on your hands. Guilt inducing, even.

You didn’t get too caught up in that though, since the confusion and questions plaguing your mind happened to be stronger than your melancholy. It was beyond your understanding how three of the most dangerous criminals in the entire universe could be so kind and willing to take you in. Perhaps it was because you had seen too much. You were a witness to Blade knocking out over ten armed guards. However, they were so powerful that they seemed to be able to get away with anything. Either way, you were a part of their goup, and that's what mattered.

As time went on, you grew closer to the Stellaron Hunters. Especially Kafka, who you learned was much less intimidating in regular life, and Silver Wolf, who was still as deadpan as before, but seemed subtly happier with you around. You also were officially introduced to Blade, and were promised that he wasn't always so brooding. That was hard to believe, though.

Silver Wolf was like a sister to you. She dragged you with her everywhere. She said it was a part of your duties to accompany her on errands, but in reality, she just enjoyed having you with her. Whenever a battle presented itself, she would have you on the sidelines cheering for her as she obliterated enemies in the blink of an eye. It was clear that your support went straight to her ego, but she also secretly wanted to impress you so that you'd view her as some sort of mentor. Silver Wolf wanted to be a reliable guide and friend to you, especially after you had been alone for so long. Thankfully, you didn’t mind spending time with her. In fact, chatting and playing video games with her became one of your favorite ways to kill time. The latter was clearly her passion– after all, her combat techniques were solely revolved around her exceptional hacking skills. 

Silver Wolf taught you how to play all her favorite games, staying calm and patient with you when you kept losing. Often, she would discreetly take you out to arcades during your free time, and every time it would be humbling due to your lack of gaming experience. However, losing meant that you had more time to watch her win, which was never boring. In any other situation, you might have been jealous, but it was just so mesmerizing to watch her play. Besides, she gave you all her prizes, so you weren’t going to complain. But what you found to be even more amusing was watching her lose it over the few games she hadn’t mastered yet. Her face would contort into one of sheer disbelief and anger as she held onto the machine tightly, aggressively mashing buttons and mumbling insults. You would always laugh and try to cheer her up in response. It always gave her a huge ego boost, and convinced her to try again, despite still being angry. You never expected to gain such a dear friend when you joined the Steallaron Hunters, and you wouldn’t trade any part of your friendship for the world.

Kafka was another story, though.

At first, Kafka terrified you. She held so much power over the other hunters- well, really over everything, that you were sure she’d destroy you if you stepped out of line. Her empty eyes and ruthless reputation didn’t help either. 

Ever since your arrival, Kafka kept a close eye on you. She made sure that you were alright as you settled in, and that you weren’t feeling unsafe or lonely in your new environment. She offered you comfort and advice and cared for you like the mothers you had witnessed on your past journeys. 

One night, a month after you had arrived, you hurt your leg on a walk and Kafka was right there to patch you up. She shushed you gently as you tried to protest that you were fine, and dragged you to the nearest chair so you could sit. She took a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet, and began tending to your wound. You winced as rubbing alcohol combined itself with your blood, and you quietly explained that you had been doing this your whole life- that it wasn’t her job to take care of you. Kafka paused and looked at you, eyes showing a rare glint of sadness. She whispered to you that those days were over. You weren’t alone anymore, and you should ask the three of them for help whenever you needed it. You weren’t a burden to them. 

Kafka wasn’t sure what the cause of it was, but something in her chest began to ache when she saw you injured. She had never felt fear before. She deemed it impossible before you came along. She had always been known as a ruthless, unshakeable force of danger, who would stop at nothing to achieve her goals. But now, she had to keep you safe. Part of her wanted to berate herself for getting so protective over someone, for willingly weakening herself by caring about you. But you needed safety and a group of loving people to return to. You were just a kid, after all, and even after the short time you had been traveling with them, she had begun to feel like your guardian.

Tears filled your eyes, her words weighing down on your lungs. You couldn’t truly believe her. Not after all you had been through. But even so, Kafka was right in front of you, smiling softly, waiting and willing to take care of you. She wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. It was a foreign feeling, one that scared you more than anything else. But you were safe. You were at home. 

So you let yourself cry. Your heart split open, all the bottled up agony from your past finally bursting out. You curled into yourself, the gash on your leg long forgotten. Kafka kneeled before you and gently wrapped her arms around your shaking form. One of her hands carded through your hair, while the other rubbed your back soothingly. Gentle whispers fell from her lips, promising you that she was with you. You were safe.

You weren’t sure how long had passed when you calmed down. Maybe it had been hours. Whatever the truth was, Kafka remained by your side, not pulling back until she was sure you were okay. After you had stopped crying, she leaned back, meeting your sad, exhausted stare. She looked down at your bleeding wound, grabbed a roll of bandages, and cautiously wrapped it around your leg. When she was finished, she smiled and stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder. You matched her smile, assuring her that you were fine.

However, after a moment, Kafka’s comforting smile was replaced with a teasing smirk. Confusion sparked in your eyes and your eyebrows furrowed as if to silently ask what the problem was. She just chuckled and took a seat across from you, crossing her arms over her chest and tilting her head back as though she was assessing you. Her next words not only shocked you but caused your entire being to wilt in annoyance and anxiety.

“I think it’s about time we start training you in combat. If a scrape has you in this much pain, imagine the damage a real battle would do. We can’t have you dying on us, now can we?” 

She paused, thinking for a moment before reaching her conclusion. 

“Yes… I’ll have you train with Blade. His abilities never disappoint.”

And that was how your ongoing feud with Blade began. 

When Kafka decided to pair you up with Blade, you were pissed. However, you knew she was right. If you were falling apart just from accidentally scraping yourself, how were you supposed to handle actual threats? You would be utterly useless in a fight. And if anyone managed to get past the Stellaron Hunters and attempt to harm you, you would be dead on the spot. There wouldn't be a fight, just abrupt darkness, and a very disappointing end to a life such as yours. It would shatter the hearts of Kafka and Silver Wolf, who had already sworn to protect you at any cost. As you got older, the target on your back only became bigger. With the Stellaron Hunters’ reputation becoming more notorious by the day, civilians and authorities alike were bound to find out about you. Self-defense was a necessity.

But Blade never spoke to you. You felt as though you were a nuisance to him. Just another issue to be dealt with, another soul to pester him throughout the day. The way he glared at you made you wonder if you had done something wrong, or if you were imposing by being around. He made you feel out of place. Even after thorough reassurance from Kafka and Silver Wolf that his behavior was entirely normal, you still couldn’t help but worry. It was only after several months had passed that you came to understand that it truly wasn’t you- he was just grumpy. And that began to annoy you. If he wasn’t open to being somewhat nice, then why should you bother? You could glare back just as hard, and ignore him just as easily. If that's what he was getting at, then so be it. However, Kafka was the leader of both of you, and she wanted you to train. Despite your mild hatred of Blade, Kafka already had done so much for you. She only wanted the best for you. You could at least attempt to abide by her wishes.

So you gave in and begrudgingly stated training with Blade. 

For a few hours every day, you and Blade would find any open area and he would walk you through different defense techniques. You expected the technical side of it, but you did not expect that you would be sparring right off the bat. On the first day of training, he threw you into your first match and charged at you with the assumption that you had sharp enough reflexes to block him successfully. Obviously, you weren’t at all prepared since you had zero experience with combat. Turns out Kafka really wasn’t kidding when she said Blade knew how to fight.

Lessons carried on like this for weeks. You would return from sparring exhausted and bruised, feeling completely done with everything as you limped to your room to sleep. You felt generally bitter, making it hard for Kafka or Silverwolf to help, and Blade just acted like it wasn’t his problem. The most he did was help you up, and that was only if you put up a good fight. But thankfully, after a while, Blade began to notice how badly the sparring affected you. It wasn’t like you were on the brink of death, but you were still in pain. And given your age, there was no doubt that it was a lot more overwhelming than anticipated. So Blade subtly began to take care of you a little more. It wasn’t much- he mainly just gave you icepacks whenever you needed them and helped you walk, but it was the most he knew how to do. He was clueless when it came to caring for people, especially children.

You were a persistent kid, which Blade found surprising. He thought you would have given up within the first week of training, but you just kept working at it. And while Blade found your stubborn behavior annoying most of the time, it assured him that you had enough courage to fight alongside him and the others. He knew you didn’t like him much, and he knew a part of you blamed him for the injuries you got, which was reasonable. As annoying as you found him, Blade never gave up on you, even when you messed up or got so frustrated that you cried. He never babied you during these moments either. Instead, he would walk you through what went wrong and have you run through the solution until you had it down cold. Even if you were upset, he wanted you to push through it and use your anger to become stronger. You had been fighting your whole life. You had the tenacity and potential to gain the strength that you required. Blade could tell that, even after joining them, you wanted a purpose. You wanted to explore the universe and find your place among the glowing webs of stars. However, the beauty of the galaxy came with dark and unfamiliar territory. If you were to traverse the universe, you had to learn how to handle to darkest parts of it.

Little by little, you improved. You worked as hard as possible until you were able to withstand Blade’s strength and evade his attacks properly. You had a long, long way to go before you could actually defeat opponents, but you could at least hold them off, which was just as important. Despite how grueling Blade’s teaching methods were, you did come to respect him more as your mentor. He looked out for you in his own distant ways and seemed to actually care about you. In truth, Blade had started getting protective over you- not that he would admit it. It wasn’t an overbearing kind of protectiveness- he just wanted you to stay out of trouble. It was nice to pass knowledge onto someone, and protect them from the world's dangers by doing so.

The truth was, even if Blade acted indifferently toward you, he secretly was really proud of you. He admired your kindness, even after all the pain you had been dealt. You kept smiling and picking yourself up, finding your back to the light time and time again. Perhaps that's what made you so different from him. His will to keep fighting was growing fainter by the day.

Even with your differences, you both became closer. Blade kept an eye on you whenever you left the ship, talked with you whenever you got bored, and even helped you whatever chores you had to do. Sure, you were stubborn, but Blade never grew to dislike you. Your relationship felt routine and safe- it held a sense of comfort that felt normal. Blade caught himself questioning if this was what family was meant to feel like. He couldn't remember, but a faint, distant memory assured him that it was. If he could contribute to the familial safety you longed for so much, he would gladly do so. 

Was that even possible, though?

Blade had very little experience with love of any kind. Any memories he had of his past friend and family were long gone. His own sense of self was unstable, so how could he provide stability for you? He couldn't bear the thought of causing you pain. Or, there was a chance that he would rub off on you. That you would start to become like him. That prospect was enough to make him feel sick. So he began distancing himself from you in any way he could.

Now, whenever you crossed paths he would treat you especially coldly. Most times he saw you, he walked past you and pretended you didn't exist at all. He was back to being rude and dismissive, even more so than when you first met him.

Instead of encouraging you during training, he would call you weak and pick apart everything you had done wrong. This was not received well by you. After all, you didn’t know if Blade’s behavior was your fault, or if this was just how he truly was. You felt dejected and lonely, even with the support from Kafka and Silver Wolf. Though you loved them immensely, Blade was also someone you cared about, and you didn’t want to lose another parental figure. After weeks of being ignored, hatred replaced any good image you had of him. What used to be a safe, happy friendship soon morphed into an incessant rivalry. 

It felt like Blade only wanted to see you unhappy. You imagined that he was secretly gloating over your distress- that you were nothing more than a temporary amusement to him. But you were wrong. So, so very wrong. Blade hated seeing you upset because of him. He was failing you by ignoring your wellbeing. You were just a kid. More importantly, you trusted him.

But it was for your own good, wasn’t it? His past was dark, and perhaps he was too, by nature. He would never forgive himself if he allowed harm to come to you. Even if that meant leaving you behind. No, he would much rather watch you grow up and live happily from afar. 

Kafka still wanted you to train though, so Blade couldn’t avoid you entirely. Sparring was the only time he saw you anymore. Your sessions with him were difficult, but not because the material was hard. In fact, it was harder for Blade than you. You would glare at him constantly and show complete indifference to everything, making it nearly impossible to communicate with you. He wasn’t doing much better either- he couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you. It felt like the consequences of his neglect were crawling up his back, ready to snap at him at any moment, and he knew that any day now, you would finally break. Soon, everything would fall apart.

You knew Blade was heartless, but his cruelty was amplified when you trained with him now. He went all out, forcing you to scramble for scraps of knowledge he had previously given you to win. But that wasn’t enough this time. You were too tired, physically and emotionally, to continue. You felt smaller and weaker than you had ever felt before.

Lightning-fast blows struck you from all sides, the scent of bloodstained spider lilies clouding your senses. You weakly pulled your sword out of its sheath and tried to block his attacks, but doing so would knock you off balance from the force of his blows. You fell back on the ground, coughing and clambering to your feet, promptly hurling yourself towards Blade with hopes of hitting him just once. Built-up anger from the last few weeks rushed through your heart, tears of desperation dripping down your cheeks. God, you were tired of this. Blade used to be your friend. You wanted to know what changed, and you wanted that piece of your family back.

In your fury, your reaction time fell short. Blade darted behind you and shoved you to the ground, watching coldly as you crumpled over in defeat. A glint of regret shone in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up by turning his back to you. Once more, you picked yourself up, your throat burning from the lack of a break. It must have been hours since the start of your match, but it might have just felt that way because you were the one getting injured. Never before had Blade fought you this hard. You weren’t prepared, and he knew that. You internally questioned if he was actually trying to make you despise him, albeit sarcastically. It hadn’t occurred to you yet that it might actually be the case. You shakily lifted your head to look at him, angrily mumbling something that Blade couldn’t understand.

Blade took a breath and turned around to face you, blank expression unwavering. 

“What was that?” He growled. The world seemed to fall silent as you locked your gaze with his in an act of defiance.

“I said, I hate you!”

You hated that you were crying. You hated feeling weak. You hated what he had put you through.

But you didn’t hate him. Not entirely.

You wanted to hate him fully. You wished you were strong enough to. But even then, as you wiped your tears and walked out, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him. Maybe it was the memories you had of when he felt like family, maybe it was inherent kindness or just plain stupidity. You couldn’t feel hatred. All you felt was dejection. So naturally, you began spiraling. 

If Blade didn’t want you around, there was a chance Kafka and Silver Wolf didn’t want you either. If it was possible that they secretly hated you too, you wouldn’t allow yourself to withstand their rejections as well. You might as well just get out of their way, and save yourself the trouble. It was nice feeling happy for a while. But it wasn’t what you were made for. It wasn’t how you were used to living. Perhaps this was a sign that your destiny rested in the familiar arms of solitude, away from the glowing crowds.

That night, when you returned from training, you bid Kafka and Silver Wolf goodnight and began packing your bags. When you were sure everyone had gone to sleep, you took your leave. You slipped out of the ship’s main entrance, the frigid night air numbing the uncertainty in your chest. You started walking, not sure where you were headed. You were out of practice with your usual travel routines, but that wasn’t important. As long as you were away from the Stellaron Hunters, you would be safe. Lonely, but safe. But even with your half hearted reasoning, you still felt a sinking feeling that this wasn’t right. That you might regret this. You shoved it off, cursing at yourself quietly for getting so softhearted. It was time to cut ties. It was for the best.

However, you had made one vital mistake. While preparing to leave, you had purposely left behind any photos or items given to you by Kafka, Silver Wolf, or Blade. In your rush to leave, you accidentally left behind something incredibly important to you: your mother’s necklace. 

You took it off and left it on your desk by accident. It was the last existing link between you and your biological parents and you cherished it because of that. So when Kafka found it the next morning, along with your neatly made bed and discarded photos, she knew something was very wrong. Silver Wolf burst into your room shortly after she found them, questioning Kafka about your whereabouts. She had no answer, all she could do was say she hadn’t seen you. Silver Wolf left worried and agitated, grumbling about how they had to find you. As Silver Wolf left, Blade approached your doorway with the intent of finding you for your training session, because at this point you would have been late. Gripping the necklace tightly, Kafka turned to face Blade. She knew there tension had been growing between you and him for the last month. If he was the cause of your absence, she would not let him get away unscathed.

Blade’s expression was serious, but Kafka could see the glint of confusion in his eyes. He seemed entirely clueless, so perhaps interrogating him wouldn't do much.

“There’s no sign of them anywhere on the ship,” she said softly, trying to keep her voice steady. “There’s only this.” Kafka gestured to the thin chain that lay forgotten on your desk. Dread immediately shot through Blade’s heart.

You had left.

And it was all his fault.

He neglected you. You had every right to leave. He was meant to be a guardian to you. It was his job- no, his privilege to keep you safe, and failed to do so. And now you could be anywhere in the galaxy, wandering aimlessly once again. Blade carefully took the necklace, trying to keep his composure as questions and visions of the worst raced through his mind. What if they never found you, or what if you had gotten hurt? What if it was too late, and you were already–

He didn’t allow that thought to finish itself. Catastrophizing would only slow the process of finding you. 

But would you even want to come back? Why would you, when you felt unwelcome enough to leave in the first place? And even if, by some miracle, you came back, would you ever trust him again? If you ever granted him forgiveness, would he even deserve it?

This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? That was why he pushed you away- so you would leave him alone. You were gone now, and he had gotten what he wanted. Was he truly so terrible that he would still be unhappy, even after he had achieved his desire?

It wasn't meant to go like this.

You weren't meant to leave them. It was his fault though, so maybe it was best to let you go.

Kafka’s piercing gaze bored into the side of Blade's head as she watched the gears turning inside his head. She took a short breath before heading towards the door. She was scared of losing you, and angry that they hadn’t noticed your absence until now. There was no time for emotions such as anger. You were missing. They had to find you.

Blade stood in the center of your room, now entirely alone. The metal of your necklace dug into his skin as he clutched onto it for dear life, his eyes falling to the pictures on your bed. You seemed so happy before. So did Kafka and Silver Wolf- he was happy too, though he was reluctant to admit it out loud. He had broken the loving family you had brought together. A strange family, but a family nonetheless. 

Blade kept staring. He wished he could go out looking for you. Unfortunately, wishes are not reality.

Blade would not search for you that day. He would be chained to where he stood, fighting with himself internally as time slipped by quietly. You could have died already. And he was just standing there, staring.

No, he would not look for you.

Because the truth cannot be denied, nor masked with excuses- in the end, Blade is a cruel man.

One who cannot be changed by anything.

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[latay7]

hiihii!! could you write either lance/orter/carpaccio/rayne getting slightly jealous because the reader looks like they were bering courted by a guy, but turns out they were asking that guy for advice to help the reader to confess to character,,,thankyou:3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚WHY HELLO HELLOOO!!*ੈ✩‧₊˚

First of all thank you so much for your ask ><♡♡ and i will try my best since this is my first fanfic/headcannon , so i hope you like it ✨️(and i hope i wrote what u wanted bcz i can get a bit dumb)

A misunderstanding..?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Char : Lance crown , Orter Madl x fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥genre : fluff

Note : reader appearence , prefrence , dorm , is up to ur imagination (wanted to be inclusive TvT) and god is this too long and it took me a while

Note 2 : im sorry this turned out to be bad , it's late at night and idk wtf am i , (english is not my first language btw)

☆ Lance crown

You were an ordinary student at Easton Academy , you had your friends and lived your life , diffrent classes and sessions here and there and tried your best !

Although Easton's Curriculum makes every student busy with a full schedule , you're thankful that you get the time to hang out with your friends...Adler's most famous idiots students!! They were all so nice and fun so you had a lovely time with them.

You enjoy their company to the point where you squeeze your schedule to be with them which had a certain outcome....you developed a big small crush on the blue haired one and only , Lance crown!!(lance stroll lol)

You found his dedication and hard work for the sake of his sister Anna adorable , his love for her might go too much sometimes but- it doesn't matter , it proved how much of a sweetheart he is , which made you live him even more.

And now...you found yourself in a dilemma , how are you gonna confess your feelings to him?? THE Lance crown , who never looks like he seeks love..

You excused yourself with Finn to talk privately

Since he's technically the sanest in the group....

So , here we are in this moment.

You were with Finn outside his dorm behind a close corner ,and Lance noticed your dissappearence for a while so decided to check up on you.

"You see Finn , i've had this thing for a long time now , and it's just unexplainable.."

"Don't worry (Y/N) , I understand , but how can i help you out"

At this moment , you could feel your face heating up a bit , it's natural after all you're talking about a CRUSH.

"So i just wanted to get some advice from you since you guys meet a lot more than i do with him , how should i tell him a-and what if he doesn't like me back ,i mean he doesn't really show any interest in me-" at this point you started to ramble , and to calm you down , Finn held your hands in his as he tries to convince you that it's gonna be alright. Meanwhile...

Lance was watching , but he didn't hear anything...so he just saw how you acted but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

'Was i too late..?' He can't shake off the stinging feeling in his chest , he was hurt , yet somehow mad or even perhaps...jealous?

After a while

It was after hours so you rushed back to your room after saying goodbye to your friends. And while you try to sneak your way through Easton's halls you see a figure you know , it was....Lance?? What was he doing here?

"Lance...? Why are here?"

"Oh there you are..you see...i wanted to talk.." this was concerning

"Oh...really ?..me too"

"I...."

The next words were DEFENTLY unexpected for you , i mean , sure he was nice towards you but you didn't want to be delusional so this was a shock....

But of course , with the shock comes the joy.

"...and i don't want to make things awkward because i knew you and F- why are smiling like that..."

A sigh leaves your mouth with a slight chuckle....apparently he was an idiot as well , so you decided to take a brave move.

"What are you-"

*kiss*

His shocked flustered expression is to DIE for.

"Just a misunderstanding ehe...." you smile.

☆Orter ( at this point tf am i doing)

As a devine visionary yourself , you have many responsobilites and missions to take , paperwork to do , and meetings to attend.

Thus , after your were finally chosen as the devine visionary yourself because of your hard work , you had to meet up with the other visionaries and work under them , including Orter Madl.

You've tried your best to leave a good impression on them because you were quite nervous , obviously.

You could say you were able to get close to some of the visionaries by being attentive and a fast learner , you were trying your best !

Seemingly except....Orter.

Despite your big efforts in helping him in paperwork , doing good on most of the missions you were went on , being so nice and respectful to him , he seemed like he didn't care , he declined everything.

And it DEFENETLY didn't help with the crush you developed on him. You found him elegant , hardworking , and most defently handsome (im screaming in the bus rn dude) despite him being emotionally constipated. (wtf am i saying)

So you decided to ask for help.

Here you are , in Ryoh Grantz' office , asking him what you should do considering he is married and all.

"Im sorry if this meeting is a nuisance Mr Ryoh but you were the only one i could ask for help.." a drop of sweat as you speak sheepishly.

" oh don't worry about it , you've been helping me out a lot recently so it's only fair if i return the favour , and besides , it is a good opportunity to .....distress" he says in a cheerful tone , he liked you , otherwise you wouldn't have been drinking tea in his office " and just Ryoh is fine ,now tell me , what's wrong?"

You tell him your issue as your embarrasment grows even further , i mean , that's not just ANY matter to speak about , However , you manage to go through the entire thing.

He hums in understanding "i see i see , well i have to agree with you on his emotional constipation , he doesn't even show his brother any emotions either"

Your chest starts to feel heavier as you sweat comically , "but don't worry about it , i mean , if i was to be really honest with you and if we talk in terms of emotions...."

Righ then and there , a certain someone was passing by as he heard only a part of the conversation , he got curious but he couldn't make out...everything...

Only a few words....

Emotions , confessing , feelingsa and...Kaldo??!

What in the.....he knew Ryoh was married and....does that mean he's helping you confess to Kaldo ??

Orter Madl , despite his stoic face and cold ruthless demeanor , had a soft spot for you , he felt somthing for you , he tried to show it by being less mean to you compared to others, and taking some paperwork of yours to finish himself , as well as doing what he can so you take the easiest missions , but it seems like it wasn't that obvious...

He knew you and Kaldo were on good terms but to the point where his thoughts led to thinking...you ? And-

No , he refused to believe it.

"So yes , Kaldo could be someone good to ask since these two are quite together at a lot of times-"

Knock knock , Orter entered the office in the middle of your talk.

"O-oh hi-"

"If you'll excuse me Ryoh , i need to talk to (Y/N)" And Ryoh accepts nevously -because his appearence was very unexpected- and lets you leave.

You and Orter are now walking through the hall of the building because you're following him to god knows where. Until you reach a private area where you two could talk.

"You didn't tell me why are we-"

"What do you have of feelings for Kaldo?"

"Huh"...was the only word that came out of your mouth , Dumbfounded was the least you could think of to describe yourself right now.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me , now answer me , what are the feelings you have for him"

"Wait a min-"

Realization never hit you this hard , so you started laughing as he watches confused , why are you laughing.

"Ok here's the whole thing mister eavsdropper..."

.

.

That ended well , for both parties , Ryoh bless your soul.

#mashle #mashle: magic and muscles #mashle x reader #orter madl x reader #orter madl #orter mádl #orter x reader #mashle orter #lance crown #lance crown x reader #mashle lance

[vioartemis]

Two's company, three's a crowd

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: surprise I guess? 👀 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: (+18), smut, dom! Sam (daddy kink), dom! Tara (mommy kink) (NOT AT THE SAME TIME), sub! reader, fingering, cunnilingus, praises (?), degradation, strap on (lmk if I forgot something), lil bit of angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You were sitting on the couch at Tara and Sam’s apartment, the youngest Carpenter beside you. The Babadook was playing on the tv in front of you.

Tara had invited you over for a movie night, so naturally you accepted.

Half an hour into the movie, her real intentions were given away when her lips went to your neck.

“T-Tara… we agreed not to do that again…”

“I know… But please, just one last time… I miss hearing you moan my name, I miss feeling you clench around my fingers…” the brunette whispered in your ear, knowing the effect her words had on you

“Tara-”

You tried to deny her, but her kisses on your neck were driving you crazy already. You had told yourself you wouldn’t give in anymore, but she always managed to convince you.

The main reason that pushed you to deny her was your crush on her, and the fact that she only saw you as a friend. Friends with benefits, nothing more.

As you didn’t seem to push her away, Tara took it as a sign of consent. Her hands sneaked under your shirt, fingers lingering over your skin, while her lips were leaving wet kisses on your neck.

Her hand slipped in your pants, in your underwear.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already so wet… And you say you don’t want it?”

Tara removed her hand from your underwear and took off your clothes quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. She got on her knees on the floor, putting your legs over her shoulders, licking a long strip on your center, eliciting a moan from you. Moan that gets louder as two of her fingers enter you.

She thrust her fingers inside of you at an already fast and rough pace. It was like she was trying to make you cum as fast as possible. You hated that, and you hated it was working so well.

You could feel her smirk against you as her lips wrapped around your clit. As your hand went in her hair to keep her in place, your eyes me for she was looking at you, knowing you were close.

She added a third finger and sucked harshly on your sensitive bud, making you harsh your back as you came around her fingers, screaming her name in ecstasy. She pulled out, and put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.

“So how was that? Do you regret letting me fuck you?”

Before you could answer, you heard the apartment door opening. You quickly put your underwear and pants back on before Sam could see anything, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Hey Sam!” Tara said, a smirk still on her face, as she went in the bathroom to grab a tissue to wipe your cum off her chin

Sam walked up to you, looking at her sister as she passed next to her, before her gaze fell on you.

“I thought you said-”

“I know, I know… I tried, but she can be really convincing when she-”

“I don’t need to know that” she interrupts you “But Y/n, you can’t just keep doing that if you don’t want to…”

“I-it’s not that I don’t want to… I just…”

You looked down, embarrassed.

“Hey…” Sam sat beside you and rubbed your back “I know it’s hard, but you must move on… for your own well-being. And for that, you need to set clear boundaries”

You knew she was right, but it was just so hard to think Tara would never see you as more than a friend she can have sex with whenever she wanted.

But then there was Sam. Sam who had been here for you ever since you told her about the situation, after she caught you crying. Sam who comforted you, hugged you, whipped your tears away when you needed it. Sam who you had feelings for as well.

You hated yourself for that, having feelings for both Carpenter sisters.

Tara didn’t know you had feelings for her, but Sam knew. What would she think of you if you told her you liked her as well? That you didn’t know what you wanted, probably.

And that was true, you were lost. For a long time, you thought Tara was the one you loved, but then you got to know Sam more, spend more time with her. And your feelings evolved, and here you were, confused.

In other circumstances you would have suggested a poly relationship, but they were sisters so that would just be weird.

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A few weeks after this, you had managed to deny Tara more firmly. You hoped she understood, and wouldn't try anything again, because you were moving on and forgetting about your feelings for her.

This night, Tara was at Mindy and Chad's, working on some papers for college. They had offered you to join them, but you had preferred saying yes to a party Anika invited you to.

You had told her about your feelings for both Tara and Sam when you still had feelings for the youngest Carpenter, and she wisely told you "Two's company, three's a crowd". You believed you could use some more time with her; maybe it'll help you get out of this shitty situation. 

And so you did; you spent more time with Anika, and you two became the best of friends.

"C’mon, it’s gonna be funnn!" she had told you when you were hesitating to go to the party

And she was right. It was fun.

"Hey, Y/n... maybe you should slow down on the drinks..." the brunette said as she saw you chug down your 7th drink. Or was it 8th? She had lost count.

"I'm finee don't worry about me" you reassured her

"Yeahhh, of course"

She did not believe you and took a few steps back to make a call.

"Sam, can you come and pick up Y/n? She's..." she turned to look at you "... drunk af"

Sam sighed, and fifteen minutes later she was looking for Anika and you. You both were at the bar, Anika holding all drinks away from you while you tried to have 'a last one'.

"No, Y/n, you said that three drinks ago. It's for your own good- Sam! Can you take her away from here, please?"

As soon as you heard Sam's name, your head snapped towards her.

"Hi Sammie!" you said, giving her a tight hug

"Y/n/n, we're gonna go home, okay?"

You were about to protest, but the way she ran her fingers through your hair made you look up to her. And the sight you had of her in that position... her looking down at you, hand in your hair, with those dark eyes...

"... Okay..."

They were both surprised you agreed so quickly, but went with it without complaining.

"Good g- decision" Sam said, kissing your forehead "I'll take good care of her" she then reassured Anika

If you weren't drunk, maybe you would've noticed the little pause in her sentence.

"Thank you again, Sam. See you both later!"

Sam and you waved goodbye to Anika, as the oldest Carpenter led you back to her car an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall.

She then helped you sit in the car, before taking place herself and starting the engine. She started driving home, looking at you every so often to make sure you were okay.

"Why did you drink so much?" she asked after a moment

"Thought it might solve the problem"

"What problem? The whole situation with Tara?"

"The whole situation with..." you waved your hand in a circular motion towards her "... both of you"

Sam raised an eyebrow, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, y'know... cause I have feelings for you but it's weird cause I told you I liked your sister and now I tell you I like you but you're going to think I don't know what I want or that I'm just trying to hook up with everyone but-"

"You have feelings for me...?"

"Yeah..."

Sam stopped the car in a deserted parking lot and looked at you.

"Do you really mean it? Or is it just the alcohol speaking?"

Even drunk, you could tell she was hoping you said you meant it.

"I mean it. I have feelings for you Sam"

She raised a hand to put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Good. Because I have feelings for you too"

She used her hand that stayed on your cheeks to pull you a bit closer to her to kiss you. You kissed back, but the position in the car wasn't the most comfortable.

When Sam pulled away, it was only to move her sit back and pat her lap.

“Come here”

You moved almost immediately, straddling her lap, pulling her in for another passionate kiss. Her hands were soon holding your waist while yours were on both sides of her face.

No one had ever kissed you like that. For the first time, you felt like you actually meant something.

The way her lips moved against yours, the way her hands slid to your hips so she could hold you tighter against her…

Her lips went down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin until she felt you grasp her shoulders. Only then she seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled away.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have, I-”

“No, please, don’t stop” you said quickly

“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything…”

“You’re not forcing me, Sam. I want to. I really do”

She looked in your eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. But you really wanted it, there was no doubt.

You smiled and kissed her again, arms locking around her neck as her hands were slipping under your shirt. She was about to lift your shirt up, but stopped, looking around hesitantly.

“Hey, relax… no one’s gonna come around here” you reassured her

You were right, and she knew it. It was 1am, and the parking lot was empty. No one would take a little walk here at that time.

“If you want to stop at any moment, tell me, okay?”

“It won’t happen, but if ever, I’ll tell you, I promise”

She nodded, satisfied with your answer, and took your shirt off. Not letting her the time to do anything, you unclasped your bra and let it fall on the passenger sit.

Sam’s eyes were locked on your exposed chest, and you could notice a light blush on her cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful…” she whispered, hesitantly bringing a hand to your breast and giving it a soft squeeze

She then became more confident and started flicking your other nipple with her tongue, before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. The moan you let out was music to her ears.

She had heard you moan before when Tara forgot to silence you on the days Sam was home, but this time it was different. It was her that made you moan. That thought in mind, she kept on playing with your breasts, every moan you let out turning her on more and more.

At one point, her free hand started to unbutton your shorts. Helping herself with her other hand, she lifted you up and threw your shorts somewhere in the car after taking them off you, as well as your panties.

She took a minute to admire your body, eyes full of lust and desire, before running a finger between your folds, unable to hold back a smirk at how wet you already were.

“So wet for me… You really wanted that, didn’t you?” Sam whispered in your ear, kissing and licking your neck as she slipped a finger inside

She set a slow and soft pace, her other hand on your back to keep you close while she continued to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking on it, leaving marks that would soon turn into dark purple hickeys.

When your grip on her shoulders loosened a bit, she added another digit, curling them just right, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…” she whispered, her fingers now pumping in and out of you at a fast pace

A loud moan left your lips at the praise, for Sam's greatest pleasure. She loved knowing she was the one making you feel like that. She loved the sight of your pretty face scrunched in extasy, the feeling of your cunt around her fingers as she fucked you dumb.

You were struggling to think straight at this point, the way her fingers curled inside you driving you crazy. You were already embarrassingly close to the edge, but you needed -and wanted- more.

“S-Sam please…” you moaned out

“What is it Y/n/n?" she could tell you were close, but she wanted to to hear you say it. She wanted you to tell her how good she made you feel. "Is my little princess going to cum? Am I making you feel that good, baby?"

"F-fuck- yes, s-so good..."

Sam hummed in satisfaction, leaving some more kisses on your neck, before circling your clit with her thumb and whispering in your ear:

“Cum for me”

You came around her fingers with a loud moan of her name as Sam kept on fucking you through your orgasm, planting hot kisses on your neck and jaw. After a few thrusts she pulled out of you, and kissed your forehead, whispering you praises before licking her fingers clean.

She held you tightly as you came down from your high, stroking your hair gently.

After a minute, you pulled away slightly, only to quickly lean back in for a lustful kiss, hands slipping under her shirt.

“Y/n-” she tried to say between kisses

“I want to make you feel good too, Sam”

She was surprised but wasn’t going to complain. She would lie if she said she hadn’t dream of that. She led you to the backseat while kissing you again, smiling against your lips.

When you woke up in the morning, you were laying on Sam’s chest, one of her arms around your waist, her other hand stroking your hair gently.

“Good morning” she said with a smile as she saw you opened your eyes “Dis you sleep well?”

“Yeah I- are we home? How-”

“You fell asleep after hm… after round 2. I thought you would prefer to sleep in a bed rather than on the backseat of my car”

“Oh, thank you” you said softly, as she moved a strand of hair away from your eyes

“… do you regret? What we did yesterday” Sam suddenly asked

You could tell she was hoping you would say no. She really liked you, it would break her heart if you said you regretted.

“No, I don’t regret it”

Your answer made her smile.

She put a hand on your cheek, pulling you a bit closer to her.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered

You nodded and closed the gap between you two. Her lips were soft against yours. The kiss was even better than you remembered.

“I love you Y/n…”

“I love you too, Sam”

You smiled at each other, and went back to kissing, happier than ever.

If only you knew Tara was behind the door… How she heard everything, how her heart broke… how she regretted not having told you how much she loved you…

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It had been a few weeks since Sam and you started officially dating. You both were happy together, feeling really loved and wanted.

Tara on the other hand… She had trouble keeping a straight face when she was around you two. She regretted not having told you how she felt about you. She knew she had lied to you, telling you she only saw you as a friend with benefits, but truth is she was scared of her own feelings for you. Scared to be hurt again.

What happened with Amber in Woodsboro left more scars than she thought. She loved her, and Amber betrayed her. She didn’t want to live that again. So when she started to have feelings for you she decided to bury them deep inside in fear.

The ‘friends with benefits situation’ was the only thing she found to still have the chance to be intimate with you, with no feelings involved. You were fine with it at first, but after a while you told her you wanted to stop.

She didn’t think you were serious at first; you had told her you were enjoying yourself every time, so why would you want to stop? She took it a break, not as a real and definitive stop.

Until she heard Sam and you that night, saying ‘I love you’ to each other.

That night she understood she really had lost you.

Laying on her bed, she was looking at pictures you took together. Realizing she was hurting herself, she put her phone away and closed her eyes.

When she felt something poking her arm, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, you were sitting beside her, smiling.

“Y/n?”

“I miss you Tara…”

Your fingers traced light patterns on her arm, going up to her shoulder, then her neck, her collarbones, her chest…

“Y/n what are y-”

“Shhh…” you said softly, putting a finger on her lips to shush her, before leaning in to whisper in her ear “I want you…”

She couldn’t believe her ears.

“But- Sam?”

“I don’t care about Sam… Only you” you murmured, your lips pressing against her neck

She should question it, she knew she should, but she didn’t. She wanted it. She wanted you.

She pushed you slightly away by your shoulders and made you lay on your back, before she went to her wardrobe, looking for something inside.

“Stay still. I’m going to fuck you so good the only thing you will remember is my name. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” she smirked at you

“Yes… Fuck me dumb, please…”

“Please who?” Tara asked as she came back to you, her favorite strap attached to her hips, smirking a little more as she saw your eyes widen at the sight of the strap

“P-please mommy…”

She walked to the bed and crawled on top of you. She kissed your lips as soon as she was close enough to do so, enjoying the feeling of your lips against hers.

“I love you Y/n…” she whispered

“I love you too, Tara…”

She smiled, more than happy with your answer, before taking off your clothes quickly. She was getting impatient due to all these weeks without being able to be close to you. She lined her strap with your entrance and looked at you.

“Remember the safe word?”

“Of course”

“Good”

She nodded in approval and started to enter you, softly for the first half, but then snapped her hips forward, pushing the last inches in you in once motion. The way you moaned under her made her the happiest.

“Do you know how much I missed having like that under me?” she asked as she was setting a fast pace, watching her faux cock going in and out of you with bright eyes “You’ve been a very bad girl, saying you loved Sam and not me… It made me really sad you know…”

“I- I’m so-sorry I-”

You were interrupted by a more powerful thrust of her hips, and by the loud moan it provoked.

“Aw, did you cum already? My… You really missed me, didn’t you?”

Despite the fact that you just came, she kept on thrusting into you, fucking fast and rough. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she hit that one spot inside of you, added to the overstimulation you were experiencing.

Tara was enjoying the sight of you under her like that, tears pricking in your eyes as you came a second time.

“T-Tara please…” you whined, becoming too sensitive

“No, you wanted to act like a slut, fucking my sister instead of me, you deserve to be treated like one” she said, picking your legs up and putting them on her shoulders

The new angle almost made you scream in ecstasy as you came once again.

Tara’s thrusts slowed down; maybe she took pity on you after all.

“My pretty little slut…” she murmured as she kissed your lips, pulling out of you

She then got on her knees between your legs, and started cleaning you up, licking your cum off your tights. She couldn’t resist, and gave your pussy a few licks as well, enough to make you cum again on her face, moaning Sam’s name…

Wait what?

She opened her eyes suddenly.

She was still on her bed, alone. She could feel herself dripping with arousal. So it was just a dream… she thought, sighing.

Suddenly, she heard you moan again. The walls really were thin…

She grabbed her pillow and stuffed her head in it, hoping it would cancel the noises. It did not work well; she could still hear everything.

“You want daddy’s cock baby?”

“F-fuck yes, please…! ‘Want it so bad…”

Tara growled in her pillow, not wanting to hear all that. She hit the wall.

“Can you two fuck more quietly?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

She didn’t hear an answer, but she couldn’t hear anything anymore, so it was great already.

She tried to sleep again, and was just about to fall asleep, when moans came to her ears again -not as loud as before but still. The bed was even hitting the other side of the wall, making loud ‘bang’.

She growled again, but didn’t try to silence you again. Instead, she just went to the living room and tried to sleep on the sofa. Sofa on which she fucked you a few months ago.

Her eyes filled with tears at the thought that it was the last time she got to be that close to you, and that it would never happen again.

[Next part]

#tara carpenter #sam carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter smut #tara carpenter smut #sam carpenter x reader

[the-banana-0verlord]

Alrighty, I've finally gotten the courage to request smth lol

If it's ok, may I have ❄💥(snowball fight) with 🦈(Kacy)?

Remember to take breaks and drink water!!! Feel free to delete, and don't feel pressured!

so sorry this took so long to make TvT

also i tried a new lighting style so uh idk how it turned out honestly

but here!

i hope you like it!

#banana's moots #bananaanswersasks #twst oc #bananadoodles #lilian gothel #twst yuusona #yuusona

[e-vay]

@agewlarts: Fanart for E-vay! I hope you enjoy this :') This was for Sonamy week Day 7: School TvT 💕

E-vay: I'm so sorry it took me so long to find this in my inbox. Your style is SO PRETTY! And I love that you drew "child" Aurora, as most people only ever draw her as an adult (I'm guilty of that too). Thank you so much for this drawing, I love it!

#fan art friday #fanart friday #aurora the hedgehog #fan art #agewltumblr #submission #fanart #not my art #sonic trash

[skyeslittlecorner]

Okay, I know it's impossible, but can you do some headcanons about the kings are sick? (like maybe because of angels or sth I dunno :'>)

Then we gotta take care of them (hohoho I fine with fluff or a little bit of smoky situation (^///^))

P/s: Sorry for any grammar mistakes TvT Btw I really enjoy your works (love it :3), so have a great day and take your time (o゜▽゜)o❤️

Thanks dear anon, and hope you have a great day too! 🧡 Them being sick is not so impossible, they are definitely lovesick lmao

We can give them some common cold, why not! That's why we have fanfics. To experiment and have fun. Even so, there are plenty of options for when they might feel unwell. Angel blood, poison, war wounds. But we'll go on the lighter side of regular flu. Sick kings times one, let's do it~

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan will never acknowledge he's feeling bad. Do you want to put him to bed? Make him. Actually, making him won't be so hard because he staggers on his feet. Since you put him in bed, you are supposed to take care of him personally. His flu is a game of cat and mouse, he will feel a little better and he will come out of his room, and then he will feel bad again and you will drag him back into the bed. Preferably by the hair, and furious. He would have cooperated a little more if it weren't for the war. At this rate, you'll be curing his common cold for a month.

Mammon is team "spoil me or I will never get better". He even likes being sick, just cut out the 'feeling bad' part. He loves your concern, has all your attention, and you accumulate drugs so much that he hasn't seen such greed for a long time. It's good that you can't catch demon flu, you'll be like his mascot that he cuddles in bed all the time.

Beelzebub? Sick? Be ready for drama. He is NOT staying in bed. Don't even mention needles, he'll be gone before you finish your sentence. If you want him to stay and heal, you have to entertain him. This bastard isn't even afraid of death, what other can you expect? He's feverish, delusional and bored. It is advisable to buy toys. Looot of sex toys. And definitely try it with him.

Leviathan is impossible to decipher. When he feels worse, he will look even better. There is a joke in my university, "what you can't do, you make up for in looks", and he is embodiment of this. Once you understand that he is sick, don't tell his nobles. He's tired, all he wants is being surrounded with them buzzing like bees in a hive. Just lie down with him. Only with him. He certainly took some medicine on his own, so just be there to keep him company.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #skye's little talk

[doggocake]

Could you draw something with Virgil and Remus? If that’s ok <3

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG!!! ;w; it took me weeks to figure out what to make them do together, and i've landed with this <:] not the best i could have done, but here we are TvT Gosh it's been so long i've forgotten how to post AHHHHH I hope you enjoy it even tho I was very late to it- ^^ *scuddles away*

#sanders sides fanart #sanders sides #fanart #remus sanders #virgil sanders #haircut #ask #art #digital art #pastel aesthetic

[weepinglilvessel]

Rw Eclipse Au

Finally have official refs for these guys HOLY MOLY. Sorry it took so long

Anyways, every iterator is based off a planet. I wasn’t expecting to make everyone into a planet in this Au but tbh it kinda fits in some way, plus it was fun coming up with designs. I also thank some of you for helping me come up with design ideas. I appreciate that a lot.

Now on to some basic info and refs

Lunar Moon: based off the lunar eclipse

Instead of her casual orange cloak I went with something much darker. Something that somewhat matches with the lunar eclipse. Not only that Moon in this au is much meanier as some of you can tell XD much more overprotective and demanding.

Annular Suns: based off the solar eclipse

Lots of reds, purples, and some yellows. Suns is even more emotionless, manipulative at some points. Have a much colder personality and has anger issues. I was gonna call em Solar Suns, but went with Annular due to an Annular Eclipse is the one with the ring in the middle (still a solar eclipse just looks different)

Five Pebbles: based off the Earth

Pebbs in this Au is the only one that doesn’t look like the planet they are based on. Pebbs design is based of the combination of Suns and Moon. He is more based off the earth lore wise in this AU. Kept the reds and oranges like his original design.

Unparalleled Innocence: based off the planet Venus

Thank @/ardienothesieno for this idea

Ino being the more energetic and “drama inducing” person Venus was chosen as it is a very energetic and chaotic planet to say the least. Ino is also a “twin” of Pebbs in this Au. Their friendship with Pebbs is not strong but you can tell it is there. Also, lots of oranges and browns to match with Said planet she is based off.

Grey Wind: based off the planet Jupiter

Idea given by @/1ndieblue

Wind was given the empathetic and tired grandma personality in this AU despite Jupiter being absolutely covered is heavy winds and storms. With Jupiter being one of the biggest planets in the solar system they are the second tallest iterator with Suns being the tallest. Basically a gentle giant to put it simply. Also a whole lot of greys and browns in their design.

No Significant harassment: based off the planet Uranus

This was a suggestion for the funnies by multiple people XD but also came out to Sig having a kinda cool looking design. Instead of Sigs plant greens and warm purples everything was brought down a notch into more minty cool colors to match Uranus’s colors. Sig is still goofy in this AU but is more tired as the story moves forward.

Sliver of Stars (aka Sliver of Straw): based of the constellation of the scorpion and a nun

Sliver is the mentor of Lunar Moon and is also much more mysterious and quiet. She has the same eyes as saint tho they kinda melt a little bit. Instead of her usual yellow and orange cloak I went with more blacks and whites.

Man this is long sorry about that. But well at least their refs are finally something and not a grumbled mess of notes XD

(Sorry if my post are kinda awkward or off. Not in the best mood at the moment TvT)

#WeepingArt #rw eclipse au #rw looks to the moon #rw seven red suns #rw five pebbles #rw unparalleled innocence #rw grey wind #rw no significant harassment #rw sliver of straw #rain world iterator #rain world fanart #rw au #rain world au #character concept

[zoeythefloppyceilingchild]

Heya there! Just wanted to let you know, you're amazing even if I've never interacted with you, you're a fun guy/gal/enby! Please take care of yourself, take your meds, eat, drink, sleep, meditate. Just chillax, you deserve it no matter what you may think.

I hope that you're having/had an amazing day, and wish you many more. I will always be here for anyone who wants to talk if there's problems, and even if I may not understand you, I'll go out of my way to listen. I love you platonically, so do many others. <3

*overjoyed child noises-*

#sorry it took me so long to respond #i haven't been on Tumblr much cause of stuff #|l|TvT

[spaghetti-household]

//No asks today, sorry TvT

But here's some doodles and designs of Savy in different Pizza Tower AUs! I've been thinking about this for a while and I thought it would be fun to see her in other AUs so I finally did it!

AU CREDITS:

OG Pizza Tower

Sugary Spire

Evil Pep ( inspired by @rascal-rose's take)

TV Tower AU - @tv-tower

Mafia AU ( inspired by @pizzatowermafia / @bob-mirum's AU)

Sugary Swap - @brown-sugar-89

Killer Pep - @kairokust

Roller Rink AU - @roller-rink-pizza-tower-au

I even have short stories of how I think Savy could fit into the AUs

AU summaries

Sugary Spire: Spezia (Savy) was "adopted" by Pizzano as his sidekick out of the blue but she doesn't give three fricks. She's kinda mean but she'll be nice to you when she feels like it.

Evil Pep: She is reserved and slightly sheltered by Pep out of fear that she'll be exposed to bad influences especially in the business he's in. She only understands a little bit of english but is heavily fluent and speaks in Italian.

TV Tower: She's a big fangirl of the tower but is a rascal and is able to sneak in through the cracks almost all the time. Security gave up a long time trying to keep her out so they just let her in, she doesn't do any harm anyway.

Mafia: She used to belong to a different mafia gang until Pep's gang raided them. Seeing that she's just a kid, they took her in as a recuit. She doesn't work for them, instead, the members take turns in babysitting her.

Sugary Swap: Spezie Dolci Cannoli (or Spezie for short) is the adopted daughter of Creampuff Cannoli. She just looks up to her dad even though he's kind of a mess.

Killer Pep: One day, she just snuck in and made herself at home. Pep wanted to kill her at first but she was just a kid, very defenseless, so he reluctantly let her stay. (Still debating whether she's a cannibal or not bc it would be a symbiotic dynamic for her and Pep if ther were the case lol).

Roller Rink: She's a student of Pep's, keeps falling on her face in the most inconvenient times and loses balance out of nowhere. She's still fine somehow. Her biological dad and Peppino are good friends.

Alr, i'm done. It's almost 3 am and I'm exhausted ;v;

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