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ceruleancattail Ā· 2 months
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Braiding Dandelions through Leonaā€™s hair while both of you rest in the gardens, on the emerald green lawn. You keep laughing while you braid, fingers trembling away. While your hands work their magic, threading stem after stem into his Carmel mane, Leona takes a little nap. Leaning into you, nuzzling a little closer to your body whenever he could.
Well, until the curiosity got the better of him. You kept chuckling, even while messing with his hair. You canā€™t blame Leona for being curious. When Leona finally asks you whatā€™s so funny, you do a humble little bow before saying that he was a very fine, dandy-lion indeed.
Youā€™ll get a tired stare from half-lidded eyes, before Leona sighs in exasperation. However, if you try to remove any blossom, heā€™s going to grunt at you, before yanking you straight to his chest. Trapping you in his embrace, its warmth rivaling the eveningā€™s glow.
Did he ever say he didnā€™t want the flowers? Honestly, herbivore. You spent so much time gathering the blossoms and twisting them into his hair, your gentle touch combing through his maneā€¦.
Itā€™ll be a shame to just wreck it like that, yeah?
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merakigoya Ā· 7 months
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ceruleancattail Ā· 21 days
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Summoning your Familars: Savanaclaw edition
Mystic au
Leona Kingscholar
The air surrounding you grows devastatingly dry, heat burning through your very skin. Static crackles through the air, a sharp sort of sound that stabbed straight into your ears. A husky laugh echoes, raspy yet with a rich quality not unlike aged wine.
A weight presses itself onto your shoulders, fingers endowed with claws grazing over your arm lightly. Casting your glance to the side, you meet a pair of half-lidded emerald eyes, amusement dancing alight within those irises. Barking a laugh, those very same claws trace the curve of your chin, firmly guiding it upwards. Forcing your gaze to fall solely on him.
ā€œHuh, rather bold of you to call me upon such short notice, Master. I was just having such a nice, refreshing napā€¦ when you just had to summon me right then and thereā€¦.ā€
He sighs somewhat theatrically, before continuing his drawl:
ā€œLeona Kingscholar, Komainu.
Iā€™ll be expecting you to fully make it up to me personally later, my Master.ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½
Ruggie Bucchi
You see shadows, darting in and out of your vision. Dancing around your form, ghastly beings of darkness with rows of razor sharp teeth, curved into a dastardly grin.
Laughter echoes eerily around you, with manic glee. They slink around, never staying still long enough for you to get a good look, yet move slow enough for you to be acutely aware of their presence.
Shifting, waxing and waning like a candleā€™s flame. Before a pair of hands reach out, cupping your face within their warmth. Youā€™re greeted with a toothy grin , sharpened fangs gleaming menacingly with the faint light. Ruggie Bucchi, his eyes crinkled with his smile. He laughs at your surprise, a lovely boyish sound that went straight into your heart.
ā€œSurprised? You were the one who summoned me, Master!
You canā€™t be this shocked when I pop out of nowhere, not when you were the one who called me here. Although I canā€™t say that face doesnā€™t look cute on that mug of yours-
Just kidding! Aw, donā€™t be too mad. I do genuinely think youā€™re cute. Ruggie Bucchi, Komainu.
So, whatā€™cha want from me today?ā€
Jack Howl
A fresh, resinous, woody sort of smell wafts through the air. The smell of pines, encased in their wooden armour. You can hear the wind howling, a mournful, lonely sound. Rushing through your hair, chilling your skin. The temperature drops rapidly, leaving you cold and trembling, clutching at your own arms in order to preserve some semblance of body heat. Your breath comes out in a white wisp, vanishing right before your eyes.
Yet as it vanishes, something materialities in front of you. Jack Howl, your familiar. He drops onto a knee, almost like a knight, paying their respects to their sire.Yet heā€™s back up almost immediately. Jackā€™s eyes are bright as he looks at you, tail wagging away behind him. Upon seeing your shivers, heā€™s sheepishly sliding an arm around your shoulders, cautiously pulling you closer to him.
ā€œIs this alright, Master? Iā€™m sorry about the coldā€¦. You donā€™t mind? Thatā€™s a first.
Iā€™m warm enough to make up for it? Wellā€¦ Iā€¦ Urmā€¦. You can snuggle closer, if you wantā€¦ not that Iā€™m opposed to itā€¦ Urm.
ANYWAYS! Jack Howl, Komainu! At your service, and your beck and call.
What are your orders, my master?ā€
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ceruleancattail Ā· 13 days
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Cursed concept and itā€™s Octavinelle boys with a sushi chef darling.
Imagine going fishing and one day just pulling up a great big mess of aquamarine / black tangled up in your nets and itā€™s just a??? Merman??? Now how on earth are you going to cook this one????
Floyd just grins at you and waves as you cut him free from the net, popping a fish or two in his mouth as he waits for you to finish untangling him. The moment you do, heā€™s diving back into the sea instantly, grinning away smugly.
You have a very love-hate relationship with this guy. He herds the fish for you, chasing them into your net. But he helps himself to your stock, dipping a hand into your nets and eating the fish alive. Floyd takes up almost all the space on your little boat, lounging around like he owns it.
Both of you strike up conversationā€¦. The best both of you can, him with his odd chattering noises, and you with your words. Floydā€™s learnt a few from you.
Boat, is the thing heā€™s on. It floats, and carries all the fish. He tends to say that word with a patronising tone, and youā€™re pretty sure heā€™s gloating about how he doesnā€™t need such trifling items to swim through the seas.
Fish, are the tasty little morsels that stream through the oceanā€™s waters. Heā€™s impressed by the number you net each time, watching with a certain amazement as they flop around on the deck when you fish them out. You have weird ways of preparing them. Scooping out all the guts, slicing them into thin, tiny strips of flesh. Dipping them into some salty black liquid, before downing it in one gulp.
You have to coax Floyd to try it, eating a few slices before he decides that youā€™re not likely to poison him. After a few bites, he seems to like it just fine, but thereā€™s just something about biting through a beating heart thatā€™s still more enticing than any thing you could serve.
The next thing he learns is your name. Rolling it around his tongue, chanting it with a giddy sort of glee. Ah, thatā€™s what you call yourself? It has a nice ring to it. Once heā€™s mastered saying it, Floydā€™s never shutting up. He sings your name, laughing away in that strange, seductive voice of his.
It just sounds so nice. Soā€¦ right. It falls right off his tongue, flowing like the gentle waves of the sea, lapping against the golden shore.
Itā€™s you.
You, you, you.
Gods, he loves you. He never wants to stop loving you. Yet you donā€™t understand his chatter as well as heā€™ll like you too. You get the general gist of it, but that isnā€™t good enough. Floyd wants you to listen to his words, to feel the emotion woven within every single line.
But you canā€™t. At least, not yet.
So he calls your name. Again, and again, and again. Slipping as much love and affection as he can into every single syllable.
Itā€™s you, itā€™s you, itā€™s you.
The one who he loves.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 6 days
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Malleus but like in Miss Kobayashiā€™s Dragon Maid- Ramshackleā€™s prefectā€™s Dragon maid.
Hear me out HEAR ME OUT
Maybe itā€™s the stress, maybe itā€™s the few drinks you may or may not had. But one night you end up wandering into a pitch-black forest, only to come across a beast. Scales the ebony of the night sky, sparkling in the faint moonlight. Eyes of emerald, narrowed as you approach, nostrils flaring.
A dragon, straight from the tales of old.
Anyone sane would have long ran away by now, fear striking their hearts as the imposing shadow loomed over them. However, fueled by delirium and not enough sleep, you sit right down, striking up a conversation with this queer beast. At first, he was momentarily stunned, surprised by your reaction.
Oh, youā€™re not afraid, child of man? How strange.
You talk about many things with this old dragon. You shared what you had for dinner, instant food straight from the microwave. How your life has been, so far. You complain about your day, talking about how youā€™re worked to the bone all day every day.
Lowering its head, the dragon makes a simple remark about you being akin to someoneā€™s maid/butler/servant. This seems to rile you greatly, as you rise to your feet. Yelling about how those uniformed servants were the epitome of elegance. How sharply they had to look in their uniforms, and how skilled they were in all crafts. They had to appeal to their masters in every way, from preparing dishes to cleaning, they were truly jacks of all trades, the master of none.
The dragon was yet again stunned in silence, but a faint smile seemed to gloss across his lips. You speak with such passion about these individuals from a time long gone. Sharing their noble tales, speaking of their skills, their endeavoursā€¦
Perhaps if he had known you beforeā€¦ would you speak of his kind as fondly? Would the dragons not have faded from mankindā€™s memory? He doesnā€™t know.
The dragon laughs all the same. A deep, gravelly sound that slips into your ears like a thick, savoury broth. Heā€™ll keep you company as long as you need him to. The dragon listens for hour after hour, until your head starts to dip.
At the very end, before you drop into the land of slumber, the dragon scoops you up in his claws, muttering his name into your ears.
Malleus Draconia.
Donā€™t forget him.
The rest of the night is a blur. The next thing you know, youā€™re waking up in your bed with no memory of how you even got there.
Until you turn around and see a pair of silted pupils staring back at you. A man, dressed head to toe in formal wear. Black suit and tie, leather shoes shined to perfection. A mane of luxurious black hair spills down his back, glossy as a dragonā€™s hide of scales.
You back away, holding up a pillow as your only Defense. The man blinks in confusion, before he chuckles. A low, gravely sound. A sound you instantly recognise from the conversation you had yesterdayā€¦ with a dragon.
Malleus smiles at you gently, as he reaches towards you. Cupping your cheek with his palm. Feeling your warmth, bleed into his cold skin. Goodness, you humans are rather soft, are you not? Without a body of scales, itā€™s no wonder you lot were so easy to defeat.
Rest easy, child of man. He has no desire to harm you. He was intriguedā€¦ by the concept of butlers and maids, and the passion you spoke of their duties with. So he shall play in their role for a while, just for the experience. Besides, youā€™re a lovely little human. Malleus has grown fond of you and your personality. Permit him to accompany you, for as long as you wish for it.
Youā€™ll gladly allow him to be of service to you, will you not?
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ceruleancattail Ā· 3 months
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Lilia tends to hold your hand.
Itā€™s not even a conscious decision. Whenever both of you are side by side, his fingers just always seem to end up right behind yours. Slowly sliding into them, intertwining as one.
He holds you gently, tenderly. Walks with you, his pace adjusting to yours. No matter if youā€™re slower or faster, Lilia makes sure the sound of his footsteps are aligned with yours.
Lilia tends to remember little things about you. The brand you like to shop from. The type of food you seem to prefer. Your favourite jacket. He remembers them, and brings them up in conversation.
One thing about being rather long-lived: itā€™s hard to forget things, even if he tries. Your first date with him? Lilia recalls every single detail. He still remembers how you seemed to glow, under the gentle ember light of the setting sun.
Some offhanded comment you made while you two were eating together? Heā€™ll bring that up in a conversation months later, grinning away at your surprise. Lilia recalls everything. Your little quirks, the things that you fancy, every single expression on your faceā€¦
If you forget some things, itā€™s totally ok with him. Fae tend to have a more impressive memory as compared to other beings. Donā€™t beat yourself up about it, ok? Lilia doesnā€™t mind. He still loves you.
Just donā€™t end up forgetting about him too, darling.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 1 month
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Boxer Jack whose hair is slicked back with sweat, eyes narrowed sharply. Boxer Jack who takes every opponent seriously, every strand of fur on his tail bristling. Boxer Jack who has his shoulders hunched, fists raised up, ready to throw himself into the line of fire.
Itā€™s hard to think that the man in the ring was the same man. Not when youā€™ve seen him before the match. Eyes bright, tag wagging away. Jack rushed to greet you at the door, a tinge of excitement laced within that gruff voice of his.
He let you ruffle his hair then, a faint pink tinting his cheeks. Jackā€™s tail was relaxed then. Well, as relaxed as it could be, wagging up a storm behind him. If you ever point it, Jackā€™s going to flush a bright scarlet, denying it with everything heā€™s got. Itā€™s just wagging becauseā€¦ because of the match! Yeah! Heā€™s excited for that!
Not, not because you came to watch him. No, absolutely not. Get that notion out of your head.
He claims you didnā€™t have to drop by every time he has a match. Itā€™s a bother for you, right? You donā€™t really have an interest in these thingsā€¦ although Jackā€™s ears do droop whenever you joke about skipping his next match. Please reassure him, heā€™s devastated.
You help him tug on his boxing gloves. Strapping on the Velcro on his wrists, patting the glove in place. Jack doesnā€™t let anyone else touch his gloves, ever. Although he doesnā€™t seem to protest too much when youā€™re the one sliding them onto him.
Those glovesā€¦ you brought them for him when he was still starting out. Call them a lucky charm of sorts, if you will. Jack uses those gloves almost religiously, refusing to get it replaced. Instead, he fixes it again and again, sewing and stitching.
If you watch closely, youā€™ll notice that Jackā€™s head dips in the ring. He presses a quick kiss into the leather, chasing the last embers of your warmth on his gloves.
There, now heā€™s ready.
Boxer Sebek whoā€™s already shadow boxing in the corner when you drop by. A warm up of sorts. Swinging at invisible enemies, sweat dripping off his brow. You watch in silence for awhile, watching his footwork. His feet shuffle quickly, each one of his strikes falling like lightning. Quick and sharp, with all the accuracy of a sharp shooter.
He stops at the sound of your voice, eyes shinning at the sight of you. Although heā€™ll never admit how much your presence does exactly mean to him. In true Sebek Fashion, he greets you with a huff, before landing himself beside you, shoulder brushing against yours.
As gruff as Sebek tries to be, he still craves the warmth of your touch. The desire overtakes him, some days. Sebek takes every opportunity to be close to you as shamelessly as he can.
Oh, heā€™ll be flustered about it, but as long as he can still convince himself that he needs it for trainingā€¦ well, then youā€™ll just have to comply, right? He makes you help with his sit-ups, bringing your foreheads together, brushing against each other every time Sebek comes back up.
It motivates him, weirdly enough. His heart always seems to beat way more faster whenever youā€™re aroundā€¦ not that it means anything, nope! You just make himā€¦ so mad! Yeah! Thatā€™s it!
For all Sebek claims you annoy him, heā€™s still coming to you first whenever he finishes a match. Chatting excitedly about the perfect right hook he pulled off, did you see him? Did you just watch that perfect moment? Thatā€™s the might of Sebek, and youā€™ll do well to remember it-
You tackle him the best you can with a fluffy towel, wringing the last drops of sweat out of his hair. Patting him on the back firmly, telling him that he did good.
That, in itself is reward enough for Sebek.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 1 month
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Short silly Drabble but Biker Deuce.
Him waiting outside your door leaning on his motorbike all cool-like, but fumbling and falling over when he hears the door open. Deuce canā€™t help it! You appeared so suddenly, that his heart is racing at insane speeds.
Well, now that youā€™re in front of him, itā€™s pounding for an entirely different reason. A passionate beat, a rapid salsa dancing against his ribcage. With his cheeks flushed red, Deuce quite literally drags you on his bike, placing his helmet over your head. His gloved hands brush against the curve of your face as Deuce tightens or loosens the buckles, fixing them together with a sharp click.
Hey, he wouldnā€™t want you to get hurt on his watch. Tapping on the brim of his helmet, you see his lips curl up into a sheepish, boyish smile. You lookā€¦. Good, with his helmet.
It fits you.
These words leave his lips in quiet mutters, before Deuceā€™s eyes widen, and his cheeks flare a scarlet red. He said that out loud, did he? Urm, just forget it all!
Heā€™s going to force himself to face forward after that, reviving up his motorbike. Yet even within all his embarrassment, Deuce still searches for your hands, fastening them around his waist. Itā€™s anā€¦ added layer of security, donā€™t worry about it. Just to make sure you donā€™t go flying off, a piece of paper in the wind.
As you clutch on his jacket, lean a little closer. Maybe youā€™ll catch the poor love-sick boyā€™s whispered words:
ā€œYou can hold on a little tighter, actually.
Hold me closer, please.ā€
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ceruleancattail Ā· 3 months
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erm, sorry in advance if I break any rules or if I requested when not allowed to or- uh yeah sorry if I fuck up
what if using the tweels as a living way of transport, like hanging of their shoulders with arms wrapping their neck, piggyback, legs around their head as they rest on the shoulders type of beat
(why the tweels..uh..cuz tall hehe)
Aww this was so cute! Donā€™t worry, you didnā€™t break any rules hehe. I hope you like this! Thank you for letting me write your requestšŸ«¶
Carrying their s/o
Floyd x reader, Jade x reader
Do you really have a choice with Floyd?
Heā€™s only too happy to accept your advances, wherever and whenever. Floyd bursts into rambunctious laughter whenever he feels your hands around his torso, your weight press onto him. Your warmth wrapping around his skin like the morning sunā€™s gentle rays.
Floyd tends to throw you up on his shoulders, jolting you around quite a bit. It makes you yelp, clinging on harder. Pulling yourself closer to him, close enough for you to feel every beat of his heart, every bob of his adamā€™s apple.
Clutching onto your legs, heā€™s dashing all around Night Raven College, head throw back. All impish grins and boyish laughter, a bundle of joy. Floyd loves making sharp corners, or stopping with a sharp jerk, laughing at your panic. Heā€™ll glance upwards with a crooked grin, a smug smirk dancing across his lips, eyes alight with mischief.
ā€œScared, Shrimpy?ā€
Maybe heā€™ll even have a little nibble or two, teeth sinking into your thighs. Rows of razor sharp teeth grazing over your skin playfully. A nip has you squealing in surprise, hands fumbling around his upper torso for stability.
Floyd doesnā€™t mind it too much, Yā€™know? Put your hands wherever you like, shrimpy.
After all, itā€™s pleasant having you cling all over him for once.
Jadeā€™s surprised, but he takes it in stride.
Whenever you fly at him, Jadeā€™s arms are snaking around your torso. Lifting you upwards gently, cradling you towards his chest. You could feel his chest tremble, an amused chuckle echoing through his throat.
He rocks you around, sometimes weakening his grip on purpose. Itā€™s fun to watch your eyes widen in fear, to feel your arms rush towards his shoulders, squeezing as tight as they can.
Once youā€™re all snugly hanging on to him (for your life), Jade tends to coo at you. Lowering his face, poking his nose against yours. Maybe even nibble both of your cheeks, the sharpness of his teeth making you shudder.
Jade will tease you for your frightened little yelps and squirms, laughing away in that deep, rich voice of his. Youā€™re just like a little fish, lost in the sea, wandering into the open jaws of a predator.
Youā€™re lucky itā€™s his arms that were open, not his mouth. Although Jade wonā€™t lie, taking a bite out of you seems fun. Just kidding, pearl. Donā€™t get all mad now.
Well, Moray eels were known for never letting their prey go, even in death. Perhaps the same determination could apply to love, no? The ghost of a smirk flickering across his lips, Jade shoots you a playful smile.
Devotionā€¦ itā€™s in his nature. So donā€™t worry your little head, alright?
Heā€™ll never let go of you, love.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 2 months
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Having a water fight with Floyd to beat the heat, anyone?
Armed with water guns clutched to your chest, you creep around the lawn outside Ramshackle Dorm. Shoulders hunched, eyes darting from one corner to another. Keeping all senses as sharp as they could be, watching silently for any hint of movement.
Any hint of that sly, slick eel.
Just then, a torrent of water crashed onto your head, soaking you to the core. A muttered curse slipped right past your lips as you glanced upwards, blinking the water from your eyes. A pair of mismatched irises met yours, crinkled from laughter. You could hear Floyd chuckling from the second floor, smirking down at you.
ā€œHowā€™s the weather down there, lilā€™ shrimpy? All nice and refreshing?ā€
He leans over the balcony, his lanky form casting a dark shadow over you. You could just see that dastardly smile, mischief dancing across his lips.
ā€œYaā€™ can never let down your guard, especially not around me-ā€œ
Before he could finish his sentence, a slim jet of water crashed against his face. Laughing, you wave the nozzle of your gun at him playfully, grinning from ear to ear. Cupping a hand around your lips, you shout back in retaliation:
ā€œMy words exactly, you slimy eel! Catch me if you can!ā€
Before you made a beeline back under the cover of the foliage, laughing all the way. Floyd watches you run, eyes following every step you take. He stares until your back disappears into the trees, before his lips slipped upwards into a small smile.
Thatā€™s his shrimpy, always full of surprises. You keep him on his toes, like he does to you. Whatever he throws at you, you find a way to throw it right back, a smile on your face.
Floyd likes that smile. Itā€™s a genuine one, beaming brighter than any jewel under the deep, dark sea. Filled with an unbridled joy that just brightens up whoever was lucky enough to behold that grin.
Great Seven, he was one lucky eel, wasnā€™t he?
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ceruleancattail Ā· 2 months
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E-boy Cater who drapes himself across your couch, chattering away about his day. He hangs out at Ramshackle dorm a bit too often, and youā€™re starting to think that he just might move in.
E-boy Cater who lets you try on his rings. He slips them off his fingers, gently coaxing the metal onto your own. He tends to do it slowly, carefully. Hey, he doesnā€™t want to hurt you, silly! Thereā€™s a certain tenderness to the way Cater puts the ring on you, a subtle softness in his gaze.
He does take note of which ones you seem to prefer, which rings you fiddle with the most, thumb caressing the cool metal. You like that sort of design, huh? Guess itā€™s time for olā€™ Cay Cay to go shopping then!
Matching rings would be super cute, right?
Cater laughs it off as a joke, if youā€™re flustered about it. Truth to be told? He would like wearing his rings, knowing that an identical one is slipped around your finger. It feel somewhat comforting that thereā€™s a part of you with him no matter where heā€™ll go.
E-boy Cater who puts his rings right back on after youā€™re done with them, just to feel the fleeting last embers of your warmth on his skin.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 1 month
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Drummer Kalim whoā€™s always having the time of his life on the drum set. Swinging the strings, creating thundering beats that go straight into your heart. Heā€™s racing ahead the music, forcing that tempo into overdriveā€¦ but heā€™s having so much fun that nobody wants him to stop.
Kalim has the biggest smile ever on the stage, grinning from ear to ear, a flush of pink on his cheeks. A boyish laugh echos from his lips, as the drums resonate across the room. Yet for all the smiles he has on stage, the one he makes when he sees you is on a whole other level.
It makes you feel that the sun manifested itself as a person. Kalim practically beams when he sees you, throwing his arms around you as quickly as he can. That chuckle of his trembles against your chest as he holds you tight.
Hey, you came to his performance! How was it? Cool? Fun? You should join them on stage next time, Yā€™know! Play some music with him, please?
Drummer Kalim who gives you the wrong time for practise on accident, and both of you end up coming way too early. The roomā€™s so quiet with just the both of youā€¦ hey, why donā€™t you come play the drums? He can teach you, donā€™t worry!
You two share a chair, Kalim behind you. You can feel his chest push into your back, his fingers treading themselves into your fingers gently. Coaxing them around his drumsticks, gently leading you towards the drums themselves.
Both of you play a simple beat at first, tapping and drumming away. Before it speeds up, following the tempo of your hearts. Kalim leans into your shoulder, humming softly against your ear. It tickles, slightly.
Honestly? Heā€™s glad he messed the time up. So now at least he can spend some time with just you, him and the beat of both of your hearts.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 12 days
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Summoning your Familars: Octavinelle Edition
Mystic AU
Mizuchi- water dragon/ serpent
Koromodako- octopus-like yōkai
Thereā€™s a certain tension crackling in the air. The brief moment of silence from both sky and sea, before they both whip up into a frenzy. A storm, fast approaching. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see a serpent like shadow slipping in and out of sight, turquoise fins peeking out like a sharkā€™s.
A warning of whatā€¦ no. Who was to come. Right after you finish that thought, a weight crashed into your back. Youā€™re tackled by a pair of lanky arms, scales glistening like mirages in the light. They were cold, chilling whatever they touched to the very bone. Those arms wrap around you, squeezing tight. Before youā€™re lifted right off your feet, cradled in the same pair of arms.
You come face to face with a pair of mismatched eyes, the effect of which was disorienting. A wide, toothy grin beamed at you, canines sharp as daggers.
ā€œWhatā€™s up, shrimpy?
Ah, right. Iā€™m supposed to call ya Master now, huh? Youā€™re a little too weak though, to be called masterā€¦ but donā€™t yaā€™ worry your head off now!
Iā€™m right here now, arenā€™t I? Floyd Leech, the Mizuchi~ So if any one gives ya trouble, just holler my name, and Iā€™ll come running just for ya.
Aw, did that make your lilā€™ shrimpy heart go pitter patter? Youā€™re a cute one, Master.ā€
A chill races its way up your spine. This cold settles in your very veins, slowly creeping through your body. Freezing whatever it touches in a delicate layer of frost and ice. A laugh echoes through the air, tinged with cruel amusement, a mocking sort of sadism leaking through every echo. Reminiscent of the deadly temperature at the bottom of the ocean, both cold and cruel.
You feel eyes staring at you from every side, the gaze of a predator boring into your skin. Marking you as prey, as something to chase down and sink both tooth and fang in. In the midst of all these emotions, a chill presses against your shoulder. A hand, claws grazing ever so slightly against your skin.
You turn, only to come face to face with an eerily mismatched set of eyes. A placid smile dancing across his lip, quirking upwards slightly at your trembling arms. A hand brushes along the curve of your chin, gently tilting it upwards.
ā€œYouā€™re trembling like a leaf, my dear master. Whatā€™s the matter? The coldā€™s too much for you?
Oh dear, I always forget howā€¦ delicate you humans were. Well, feel free to huddle a little closer, donā€™t be shy. I am your familiar, after all.
Jade Leech, Mizuchi. At your service now and forever, my master.ā€
Your shadow seems to have a life of its own. Swaying from side to side, waxing and waning like the waves of the sea. It bubbles right before your feet, pitch-black tendrils stretching out, snaking around anything they could touch.
A breeze whips around your torso, carrying with it a familiar smell. The scent of a lonely morning by the seaside, a fresh start to a new day. Gently, your handā€™s coaxed upwards by the breeze, only to be held by a gloved hand. A pair of mist grey eyes meet yours, amusement dancing within his gaze. Locks of silver curl down the side of his face, framing it perfectly. Much like a painted masterpiece, hung up for display for all to see. A gentle kiss was pressed into your knuckles. A light, fleeting touch, much like the kiss of the ocean, lapping against the shore.
He doesnā€™t let go of your hand afterwards. Slyly, his fingers slip downwards, sliding into yours. Intertwining your hand within his, a gentle pulse beating in time with yours.
ā€œThe benevolent, most wonderful Koromodako, Azul Ashengrotto humbly at your service.
Now, what poor, unfortunate soul is in need of my services? Oh, I didnā€™t mean you, Masterā€¦ although you do seem a little more fatigued of late. Perhaps a rest is in order? Iā€™ll take very good care of youā€¦ for an appropriate price, of course.
I jest. Rest easy, my Master.
Iā€™m here now.ā€
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ceruleancattail Ā· 14 days
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Rabbit Cater because I have a vision and the world needs to know:
Rabbit Cater with his big floppy ears and his emerald green eyes just staring at you from across the room. His fluffy tail peaking out from his waistband, soft as a cloud.
Rabbit Cater whose toothy grins seem to be directed to you, most of the time. Whenever you enter his sights, thereā€™s always a certain spring in his step as he makes his way towards you. Sometimes, if heā€™s feeling a little ambitious that day, he might just pull off a twist or two in mid air.
You were watching, right? Right? Right?
Wasnā€™t he so cool?
Aw, come on, you just know you wannaā€™ praise olā€™ Cay Cay, donā€™t you?
Heā€™s going to pester you all the way to class until you say heā€™s cool, so just obige him, wonā€™t you? Of course, if you donā€™t, he does have a concrete excuse to hang out with you for the entire dayā€¦ so Caterā€™s fine either way.
He always seems to find himself slotted right beside you, head on your shoulder. Nuzzling into the crook of your neck as discreetly as he can, the fur of his ears caressing your cheek tenderly. However, sometimes if your attention strays too far from him, expect a light nip or two. He blows into your ear sometimes too, the sudden gust of wind making you yelp in surprise.
Hey, Caterā€™s right here, Yā€™know?
Spend some of that attention on him, yeah?
Sometimes when both of you hang out together, Caterā€™s just flopped on the ground. Stretched out on the floor, a somewhat moreā€¦ relaxed look on his face. Times like this, he doesnā€™t feel the pressure to put on the whole ā€œfriendly approachable upperclassman Cay Cayā€ show. Itā€™s just you and him, isnā€™t it? Even then, he still doesnā€™t stray too far. Heā€™ll cuddle up next to you, head bumping into you lightly whenever he wants to show you something on his phone.
Times like this are truly precious for him. Thereā€™s just something about relaxing next to someone you trustā€¦ someone you love, even if both of you arenā€™t doing much of anything at all.
Cater doesnā€™t believe in happily ever afters.
But he could spend the rest of his lazy days with you by his sideā€¦
Heā€™ll be content for life.
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ceruleancattail Ā· 29 days
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Fem Cater who always seems to forget her lip gloss. She doesnā€™t seem to have any shame, dipping her hands into your bag and rummaging around for a tube. Youā€™re used to this, honestly, so itā€™s not like you mind.
If you donā€™t have any, youā€™re still not getting off the hook. Sheā€™s threading her arm through yours, dragging you off the to closest store to buy some! Come on, she forget hersā€¦ but you donā€™t have any? This is an emergency beyond all emergencies. No matter what gender you are, you canā€™t not have a good tube of lip gloss!
Then, youā€™ll spend hours with her on the aisle as she compared shades with you. The colour is important! As much as itā€™ll suit your face, you have to like it first before you actually buy it, Yā€™know? If not, youā€™ll never use it!
Once youā€™ve brought one, Caterā€™s eager to try it out on you. She tells you to pucker up a little as she applies it onto your lips as gently as she can. Coaxed by Caterā€™s gentle touch, you find your eyes closing. Relaxing and melting in Caterā€™s warm touch.
Maybe youā€™ll feel something softer then the gloss press into your lips at the same time. Something warm and tender, leaving a little peck against your lips. The warmth lingers, even after that softness pulls away, somewhat reluctantly.
But when you open your eyes, youā€™ll only see Cater capping the tube and beaming up at you. There, all done! Sheā€™ll hold up her phone as a makeshift mirror, showing you her handiwork. How is it? Good? Of course it is.
Sheā€™ll snap a few photos as a keepsake. Youā€™re pretty sure itā€™ll turn up on her magicam. Passing the tube back to you, Cater pulls you closer to her for a group photo this time! You gesture to the tube, asking her if she wants to use it next.
Only to be rejected with a smile.
Sheā€™s already got all the lip gloss she wants, thanks to you.
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if you're okay with it, could i request floyd and rook with gn reader who has many scars and marks on their body? like in a comfort way, and not in a weird way lol, if you decide to take the request, then thank you!
Scarred
Floyd x reader, Rook x reader
Floyd traces them.
Gently pressing his finger into your skin, chuckling at the way it sinks it ever so slightly. Dragging his hand across the length of those marks on your body. He traces them with a somewhat amused air, as if he was drawing a line between all the dots.
Almost like those old connect-the-dot picture books for children. You could feel the chill of his nail, skating from one mark to another. Connecting all the marks engraved into your body, trying to make sense of them all.
If you try to shake him off, or cover them up, Floydā€™s whining away. His lower lip juts out in a petulant pout, shaking your arm until you let him continue. If you ask him why he does itā€¦ well, Floyd doesnā€™t really have a proper answer to that!
Itā€™s nice feeling your skin under his hands. Itā€™s like flipping the pages of a book, Yā€™know? Looking at all the underlined words, the little annotationsā€¦ feeling the little creases left from the owner dog-earring their favourite pagesā€¦ little things like that. The loving marks of a book read over and over again.
These scars and marks, they all tell stories, donā€™t they? The grand saga of shrimpy throughout the ages!
Besides, youā€™re warm. Warmer than anything else in this great wide world, so let Floyd cling onto you, yeah?
Just for a bit longer, Shrimpy.
Let him stay with you.
Rook likes looking at all the marks on your skin.
Itā€™s fascinating, truly. You catch him staring a little more than he should, but how could Rook ever tear his eyes away? Itā€™s you, after all.
He watches them stretch and wrinkle with every movement, etched onto your skin like carvings on marble, dug into the stone with determined hands. Sometimes, Rook even shows you his own. Rolling up his sleeves to reveal arms scratched and gnawed at, faint white lines running jagged through his skin.
The well-earned rewards from the hunt. If youā€™re willing to listen, Rook will dazzle you with tales from each of his exploits. Describing each experience with enthusiastic gusto, coaxing a smile onto your face with his contagious grin.
If youā€™ll allow him, Rook would love to examine them up close. Fingers grazing your skin ever so lightly, following the outline of every single mark your skin has to show him. Allowing his fingers to roam, Rook hums softly. Drawing brillant constellations across your body, gentle voice whispering the story of each one into your ear softly.
Donā€™t you see, love? You are made of stars.
De toute beautƩ, darling.
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