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guardian5tiger3 · 1 month

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An honest love reading (general)

Pick a picture -

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Group one

A cycle has just been completed in terms of love and romance and either you or someone else did not this to happen. They're almost like, dramatic about that.someone involved , you or someone connected to yourself somehow, is overly focused on love and it stresses them out and it feels extreme though I can't pick up on any situation extreme enough to justify this. Someone could have insomnia and or hair loss you could also possibly see someone's tiredness in their eyes. Someone's money might be affected. I keep picking up on a a group of, as in multiple, people. Either someone here is polyamorous and if that's the case it has something to do with denial about something or the want to be in control of something or someone, or for others there's a group of people you're dealing with and they're "heated " about something . I also heard " eyeing you" who the hell uses phrases like this if you know that's a confirmation for ya. You have a group of people somewhat obsessed they seem like obsessed people in general they may be obsessed with something to do with you or just you, I'm also picking up on one individual who has something to do with you that (is very weird, and the groups I'm picking up on more or less give me weird vibes,) well connected to this person I'm getting something about childhood and I'm seeing candy this is really weird and I just involuntarily made an angry or confused look with my eyebrows you know I pushed them down I don't know why. This person may have known you for a long time or thinks they do or something idk this is super strange g make sure you're not overly trusting of every single person ever in your life you know. Someone also could be trying to take something that isn't theirs. Lock your doors , literally. Wow.sorry y'all . Genuinely. I also am somehow picking up on someone's long straight hair and something about glitter. I also saw a purple dress.

Group Two

You guys are easily manipulated and people who are going to want to manipulate you can notice this probably way more than you can about yourself also someone needs to not bite their fork when they take a bite of food it's bad for your teeth I don't know how or why that would come up for me to say sorry. Somebody needs to literally or metaphorically open a window. Um you're on the path to love and it will happen exactly when it's supposed to how it's supposed to with who it's supposed to and honestly unless you really go out of your way you may not have any romance at all until then even if that isn't what you want like for some reason I guess it depends but either your soul wants people in the meantime or you want someone sooner or what I don't know it just don't work like that though you know. I'm generally getting like if you're the type to hope your person isn't with anyone else before they meet you then this is probably for you also. Or your person is like this and I guess they are somewhat powerful cause therefore that's the way it's gonna be and in the meantime I guess you're gonna have to be solo. Somehow this seems better and more productive for your personal development than learning by Interacting with other people and being with "karmics" and stuff.

Group Three

I'm seeing two energies that are basically, literally, nothing alike. Yet somehow they're paired up. You're with this person right now in the past or future or you wanted or want to be with them lol. Some of you it's your soulmate ,though and that's really special and actually really cool and refreshing. Like 99% of you are supposed to at least at one point be with someone like this to you. Or for like very few of you this is just about your signs like fire and water but I really doubt that's as far as it goes you are probably very different either way. You guys are very deep and cool refreshing people very beautiful , good listeners and balanced. Someone has ADHD or something else so you might doubt the good listener thing I'm getting but I think you pay attention to detail or something like somehow this is still infact accurate and you may be don't see it about yourself . I think you all are very deep mentally and have a deep capacity to hold a lot lot lot of information, knowledge, wisdom, n stuff. A lot of people might be drawn to you or notice you and also possibly a lot of different types of people as something about you a lot of different people can still connect with somehow. Yeah also someone's a hater here though and they might tease you with something somehow so I really hope you stay aware of that possibility, realize this about whoever they are and stand up for yourself basically I feel like you have the potential to retaliate and as long as it is nothing illegal I kind of feel like saying I want you to . ????????? I don't know o feel like it would be really satisfying maybe to your guides or it is when you do, fight back or argue cause you're good at it and it would not be easy to win against you or come up with any comeback especially if you plan something. Wow. Hahaha. I'm leaving it here.

I heard desperado and I know three songs called that well two are just remixes of the og you could look up the og or the Mike bars desperado lol . Or just the word maybe is significant, goes with your picture anyway. I feel like most of you that will hear the song will just like the song lol . I can dig it

Group Four

There was a conditional love given and when this was taken away it had someone really stressed out and hurt. Someone was being a complete dick that was giving love conditionally and then stopped . I feel like the shit they do or say is old as f... Like it's ugly and getting old man anyway. This very well could be past energy like long long ago for some of you. This person might have lied. They might be selfish. They may be downplaying your come up or they will when you do come up. Or some , even saying you don't deserve it but I'm being shown you very clearly do. Like this person only gets dustier through time nobody is ever gonna pick up this old kick knack and undust them theyre old and lame. I'm picking up on like, when people say the type of person that peaked in high school. Yeah so this person has their qualities but eventually everyone's like ok whatever yawn. They're definitely super greedy as I just got a card saying " GREED " lol. In terms of future love y'all will be good I'm picking up generally most of you just need to become more comfortable within yourself first and I'm picking up on like cozy night chilling and watching movies and stuff by yourself or with a pet even a friend but you get me just learning to be content also and have good times like that without the need for someone else romantically. Either way somehow some time after you get into that energy a person will come along softly and surely and it will be really nice and happy . Around that time maybe shortly after you will have something happen positive when it comes to work or their work . I also channeled the movie my big fat Greek wedding as I was channeling this last part haha so I thought I should mention that, I know I'm partially Greek and always loved that movie. Someone might like telling stories ? But yeah in the movie she has a glow up and then she sees this guy she thought was cute again and things just worked out and he asked her out and they fell in love it was just simple smooth and sweet and the timing matched up with what I said may happen for you so that's really cute y'all stay hopeful and focus on relaxation. And for some of you if you know this is true though also studying .

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coentinim · 14 days

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okay okay just hear me out…being in kai’s cult and being a genuine dedicated member. i’m talking your family fully believes he is the final prophet. he is god to you. but imagine him taking advantage of that. getting all close and creepy with you but reassuring you god told him it was okay

and then obviously he makes you his divine bride but that’s for a different day.

just thought id share, PLEASE tell me ur thoughts

Sorry for the wait!! Exam stress caused the biggest block everrrrr lol

Cw: short lol, religion, techniques used in irl cults, manipulation, sexual content, virginity loss

My first time writing for Kai so ofc it's a first time sex fic

MDNI! Minors go away!!

He made the group repeat mantras often. Loyalty is absolute. Obedience is virtue. Fear is truth. I trust my Savior. I belong to the Ruler. It all felt so familiar, so safe, since some of your family were involved in the cult as well. Kai made you feel safe, protected, and like you didn't have to think at all, ever. Like you were a true lamb.

Even though Kai's political group evolved further and further into a classic cult, you were getting more and more hooked ever since you started doubting your church's doctrine - FIT filled the gaping hole in your heart that used to be God's home. Kai appeared in your life suddenly and abruptly, as if he knew you had just hit rock bottom - you realized your local priest was a corrupt liar which lead to a faith crisis, and your family's business had just gone bankrupt mysteriously, as if someone set your father up for failure?... You were a sheltered young little thing, as if molded into a perfect lamb for him. And that's what he called you - a lamb, his lamb.

So every time you got your Savior's undivided attention, you were ecstatic. His doctrine did not forbid sex with the leader, as he said it helped form a good spiritual connection, especially in women. And he was incredibly interested in your spirit, or so you believed.

It wasn't uncommon for the Divine Ruler to make love to his followers, female and male alike. You knew it was his right as the leader, yet... you couldn't help but feel that stinging jealousy whenever he picked someone other than you.

You were raised by a certain type of people - conservative, religious, puritanical parents, who saw premarital sex as something disgusting, especially for young women. But how could Kai's divine touch ever disgust you? He took away your secrets during the pinky truth ritual, one by precious one, and as such he peeled off the layers of you, your essence and your being. With every evening at his side, every night staining your hands with blood for him, every soft touch and rough strike, you were eaten and absorbed by him, your personhood and humanity slowly dissipating, leaving you a mere vessel for his will. Yet you never seemed to notice.

The first time felt the most intense. It was your very first time, after all. Something you'll never forget.

It was probably the most common night for him, but for you, it was a ritual. And he knew it, so he set it up like a ritual. He made you walk into the basement while it was empty and didn't just get straight to the point. Oh no, he took his time convincing you it's okay through every step. Solidifying your loyalty and relishing in it. He said he was chosen for the mission, that being with him was an honor, that he's like a father to you all so he can touch you freely - and you stopped questioning him, after some time. He appeared so honest, so geniuine.

The whole ordeal was glorious, like a biblical psalm, like a song of the angels.

You, laying down in a white dress, your hair loose (your mother never allowed it loose), you looked like a lamb ready for slaughter, for sacrifice.

"Are you ready to accept me as your Divine Ruler?", he asked, caressing your face with one rough yet gentle hand, his other one on your shoulder. You were cold in the night air, and his touch was so warm, so inviting, so... godly. You could really accept him as inspired by the Lord, as deranged as it would have sounded to you a few months back. You nodded shyly, not knowing what to do exactly.

The Divine Ruler pulled out a knife. You wanted to protest, but you didn't, as he cut the white dress open, revealing your bare body and supple skin. You've never felt this bare before.

His hand slid up your untouched skin, from abdomen to breast, touching the delicate flesh gently. It was the last gentle touch you'd get from him that night.

Kai could be patient for a long time, but this, the sight of you being just there for the taking, the thought of you never having been touched by another man, the thought of deflowering you... it made something snap in his calculating, cold mind. He gripped your thighs and slid you near the edge of the bed, his fingers finding your pussy just as his other hand fought against his trousers and pulled them down. He rubbed you crudely, much rougher than you ever did to yourself, and it felt godly. He fingered you briefly, relishing your wet, unused cunt before you felt something much, much larger at your entrance. You had no chance of knowing this, but he was bigger than average, and every inch of him sliding in was exquisitely painful. He was impatient and quick, bottoming out in a few seconds and holding you down by your shoulder and thigh. You cried slightly - look at you, crying just from his dick bottoming out in you? He just had to soil you so much more, to ruin you for any man who could ever have you. With a groan, he started fucking you at a truly desecrating pace.

You gripped the sheets, staring at his strong body standing above your feeble one, and in that moment, you truly believed you've been closer to God than ever before. Because Kai was inside you, dragging you down on his cock by your thighs, staining the torn dress under you with precum and blood.

You'd give yourself to him a thousand times more, all day, every day. You were his.

"Who do you belong to?"

Oh, that was easy.

"You! You, Divine Ruler!"

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#kai anderson #ahs #ahs cult #american horror story cult #american horror story #kai anderson x reader #james march #kit walker #tate langdon #coentiwrites #mine☆

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shadebloopnik · 1 month

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Some really messy sketches on a small little AU with Carmilla as a Fallen Angel Warrior.

Different from the Exorcists who slaughter Sinners, and more dedicated to the actual protection of Heaven against the darker forces. The designs haven't been thought out much, but I like drawing the horns, so I thought it'd be a cool warrior hairdo, like how Exorcists wore demonic masks (I was really bored in class okay-)

Her daughters, Odette and Clara are there too. They looked pretty different even as twins, which were a bit of an oddity at the time. They were often made to dress alike, and act alike. Most viewed them as a package deal rather than taking time to understand their individuality.

Its why they're dressed so freely in hell, relishing in how different they can be whilst still having a great bond.

Her daughters are ultimately what causes her to fall. Drawing the half horn half hair down style looked a lot cooler in my head, but it was fun regardless.

Some secret regarding her daughters get found out, Heaven making her choose to either cast her daughters down or join them. Carmilla didn't hesitate.

More info on the AU/fic in the cut belowww:

I dunno if im ever gonna expand on it, but I loved the idea of making it Zestmilla. Maybe Carmilla met the old Overlord in one of her trips in hell, maybe fighting in a battle there? Or helping establish order? Anyway, she was alone when she met Zestial, and the two were quiet the enemies when they met. They fought, though didn't aim to kill, resulting in a close fight with Carmilla as victor. She wasn't an Exorcist warrior, and saw no need to immediately end this Overlord. She wasn't sent there to do mindless murder, and would like to avoid useless battles if she could. Besides, he was polite enough, and though she didn't trust him, he didn't grate on her nerves either. Zestial was quite taken with her, suspicious and quite murderous towards an angel, but liked her well enough for her wit and level headedness. Her grace and skill in battle was also admirable.

They bump into each other many more times, over the course of Carmilla's visits to hell, and with each meeting, they turn a bit more cordial, even striking an unlikely friendship, that blossoms into much more. It takes them about a hundred or so years(bc i LOVE relationships that REAAAALLLY take the time to develop and build on that trust and love) before they become romantically involved. They seem like the couple who would take it slow, being cautious and not rushing anything less it would harm the other.

And though Carmilla's trips to hell were halted, their love was not for naught as she gave birth to Clara and Odette. Her one regret was not being able to give Zestial the great news, he would've been an amazing father.

She manages to hide their identities for a good while. The two had rather angelic features, wings and all, and humanoid forms unlike their father's. The only thing that pointed to their demonic heritage were their eyes, whose sclera was the same shade of red as her iris. It was easily hidden with simple spells though. The two girls bore quite the resemblance towards her, even with some oddities, and were left fairly alone, being able to remain undetected for decades.

(I just left this post to sketch this out real quick lol, just to get the coloring in mind, not set on the design but I dont mind it.)

The peace couldn't last. After a while with Odette and Clara still being considered young as angels, their secret gets out. Maybe the spells wore off, or by a slip of the tongue, but for some reason or another it gets found out that they're half demons. They were attacked, and the daughters were stripped of their wings and sentenced to be cast down to Hell, left at the mercy of the next Extermination. Carmilla was given a chance to redeem herself and stand back, and let her "mistakes" be washed clean.

Carmilla fought back, her wingless daughters clutching to her own feathers for protection. She scooped them up, flying away to hell, less they get any more damaged. Try as she might, however, they didn't manage to escape unscathed. She plummeted into Hell; feeling the curses and painful burn of magic at her back, nipping at her form.

It was as if Heaven and Hell itself tore her apart with her descent, both pulling with reckless abandon, shaping her into what they wanted.

She couldn't even afford to lose consciousness; she had her daughters to protect after all. Both girls were weak and bleeding, their backs aching from where their wings used to be. Carmilla glanced at her own feathers, and felt her heart break. It looked just as painful as it felt. Her once sleek and razor sharp looking feathers were nearly singed beyond repair. She retracted them, less she attract more enemies with them in display.

She struggled to get up, carrying her daughters with her despite the weakness in her legs. She didn't even have her spear with her, weaponless except for the ballet slippers she'd forged herself with angelic steel. Her hair was down and unruly, all three of them covered in burns and cuts and bruises and bleeding wounds. The attack came out of nowhere. Her daughters weren't even given a chance to defend themselves.

Weaponless. It can't happen again.

She manages to drag her daughters with her, only one place she could think of approaching. Its been decades since she's been to Hell, she hopes the territories didn't change too much. She was hesitant in going to Zestial for help. After all, its been years, and she'd left without being able to say goodbye. He'd be justified in hating her, and she wouldn't hold it against him. At the least, they could hide somewhere in his territory. His lands were one of the best choices, the demons residing under his rule were fairly disciplined. In a place as dangerous as Hell, an environment that was fairly familiar to her gave some bit of comfort. Even if he didn't accept them, even if he was unaware of their existence, Carmilla was satisfied with simply a place to rest.

She needed not worry though. As soon as Zestial heard the slightest news about strangers in his territory, he rushed to meet them himself. He noticed the large crash just some hours before night fell, and couldn't help the spark of hope. He was greeted by the sight of a few dead bodies, 1 or 2 who thought they could get lucky taking advantage of a weakened opponent. He arrived just in time to see a third fall, bloodied heels clicking on the ground below. The figure stood tall, though was clearly tired and heaving deep breaths. He barely noticed the two smaller figures in the distance, his gaze focused solely upon the lone woman, whose silver hair was still so beautiful even with all the dirt and blood matting it. He stepped closer, the sound of it causing the woman to turn and-

It didn't matter how dark it was. It didn't matter how her sclera was now the same shade of red as her iris were, as if it were inverted. He'd recognize her anywhere.

Without caring that he'd get stabbed himself, he rushed to pull her in a tight embrace, feeling her freeze beneath his arms. He buried his face in her hair, nuzzling it even with the blood and dirt, afraid as though she'd disappear if he ever let go.

He felt her large hands wrap around him and for the first time since his existence in Hell, he felt as if he could cry. This was real. This wasn't a figment of his imagination, nor a result of insanity. She was here. After all these years she came back to him. He couldn't be happier.

He immediately takes her and the two girls back to his residence, letting them clean up and helping patch their wounds. When he found out the two were his daughters, he felt as if- yea no, he was crying, this wasn't just a feeling, he couldn't stop the tears from streaming down as he hugged the two as firmly as he could without aggravating their wounds. He felt so angry for them, enraged that heaven could deal out such punishments for something the girls couldn't control.

He took them all in, preparing rooms for everyone. He prepared one for Carmilla too, not wanting to push his luck. It has been years after all, and he didn't want to force himself onto her should she decide she didn't reciprocate anymore. In the end, they all slept in the same room. Carmilla wanted to be with Zestial, feeling safer with someone else in the room to stand guard, and her daughters crawled back to her, far too afraid to sleep in such a new place alone after everything that happened.

So they all snuggled in the same large bed, Zestial keeping a respectful distance from the young girls as to not frighten them, all the while letting his webbed cloak wrap around Carmilla in comfort.

Carmilla fell asleep last, her thoughts running wild. It was all so much, but right now, here with her daughters in her arms and under Zestial's embrace, she felt at peace for the first time in a long while.

Glancing at the mirror across the room, she hummed at the changes in her eyes. The only thing she could think of was how was that she finally matched her daughters. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, she'd think, drifting off into sleep.

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 7 months

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Can I have Killian, and Julius with male S/O who is like Joseph from Identity V? (I think I’m fangirling lol)

Hello! I am not familiar with this game, and i couldn't find much information on his personality either, but i will still try to do my best with what i was able to find! If this isn't what you want, feel free to request again with some specifics of his personality!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Killian Lynch

In many ways, you are exactly like him, and his exact opposite

Allow me to explain

Killian is a very cunning, quiet, observant man

He is very proper, a gentleman, some may say

And in this regard, you are alike

However

Killian can also be very crude and crass at times

When he really wants to be

But you are a gentleman through and through, you have no time to make silly jokes and witty remarks

Killian is thankful for these differences, as i don't think he'd be able to stand having a partner that his exact copy

He's so in love with your aura

Which might sound crazy, but LEMME EXPLAIN

He loves the way you dress, the way you hum when you get bored, the way your hair is always so silky and shiny, the way you take such pride in your art, etc, etc

He is in love with the very essence of you, so to speak

Killian typically isn't the type to be clingy, but with you, he just kind of feels drawn into you

It's always a blur how he ended up like this

Arms around your shoulders, fingers twirling your hair as you press gentle kisses to his face

That is not to say that he's complaining though

Because he most certainly is not

He love love loves when you kiss his nose

Do it, please

Julius the dressmaker

Unlike Killian, you two are almost complete opposites

Which neither of you mind

It is such a wonderful thing to experience to julius

You with your hands on his hips, kissing his lips with all the lightness of a feather, while julius excitedly wraps his arms around your waist, pressing several rough smooches all over your face

You love your little pink ball of energy

And he loves you

He admires you so much

You're just so pretty, it's hard to believe that you're all his!

He will steal your clothes, one hundred percent

And he makes the most fashionable outfits too

You will come home from a late night photoshoot in the woods and julius will be sitting there, sewing his latest creation together in one of your button up old timey shirts, with tight pants and a corset around his waist

As mentioned before, he has a thing for sniffing his partner

I feel like this would be especially true with you though, as being a wealthy person comes with wealthy perfumes

He steals them

Also, don't be suprised if he wears your old french revolution era coats

Theyre just so warm, and they smell like you!

He will one hundred percent cuddle you while in your jacket

He needs to make sure the scent doesn't wear off, after all

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x male reader #julius the dressmaker #julius the dressmaker x reader #killian lynch x reader #killian x reader #killian lynch

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toomuchracket · 5 months

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Alwaysss up for Christmas delulu think about d word babas first Christmas and they’re just in their own little bubble 😭 and like the fam and Denise visiting

yesssssss i do feel like i neglect baby alex in that au so let's talk about the first christmas after he's born. lyla was seven months old for her first christmas, so she was a little bit more aware and active than her little brother, who's only four weeks old for his. it's also different in that, last time, you all went to stay with matty's family, but this year you're at home and your families are coming over; your parents offered to host, given that you have literally just had a baby, but actually you and matty thought it would be easier for both you and the babies if you didn't have to leave the house lol. they're helping with dinner, but on christmas morning itself it's just the four of you - you snap awake when you hear alex crying just before 7am, but matty's over with him before you can get up, scooping him up like "oh, my boy. what's up? oh, wait, never mind - i can smell it", and he smiles at you and says "go back to sleep, sweetheart, i've got him". you're so tired that you can't even argue, and you wake up roughly an hour later feeling quite well-rested to the most adorable sight - alex lying on matty's bare chest, smiling at his sister, who's squished in between her parents, stroking his tiny hand. anyway, you all exchange merry christmases and kisses and cuddles, and you feed alex while matty and lyla go and make breakfast. then it's time for opening presents in the living room - lyla is so excited to give alex the soft toy she picked out for him, and she's adamant she wants to show him the book he got her (though neither of them can read lmfao), and you and matty both have to try not to cry at the presents the kids got you and the ones you got each other (he def buys you jewellery. maybe fancy earrings that "you could maybe wear on our wedding day, if you like", said in the most tender tone you could imagine. god you can't wait to marry him. anyway). and there are more family cuddles, because of course there are, before your parents get here and keep an eye on the babies while you and matty get a minute to yourselves to a) kiss and b) get ready; when everyone's properly dressed and matty's family arrive, there's more present exchanging, and then your dad starts prepping dinner while the grandmothers take turns cooing over the babies. your mum's like "i know i'm biased because he's my grandson, but alex might actually be the cutest baby boy i've ever seen" - you're like "you literally have two sons of your own", and she's like "yeah, but look at him! those eyes!", and you smile and kiss matty's head like "perfect eyes. exactly the same as his dad's". matty gets all blushy and snuggles further into you at that, and denise is like "it almost freaks me out how alike you he is, matty. but cuter"; he laughs at that like "yeah, his mum's genes didn't really get a look in, did they? but that must mean he'll be exactly like you personality-wise, darling, yeah?", and denise is like "what, not taking any of your nonsense? god, i hope so" lol. matty's perfect the whole day, though, quietly making sure you're comfy and have everything you need, and he sits with alex cosied into his chest during dinner while you get some time to yourself to eat (your dad is content enough to play the "you have a bite, then me" game with lyla the whole time lol) - it's a family effort to get the kids to bed, though, the grandmothers doing bathtime and the granddads doing the bedtime story. you kinda despair at that, because "it's christmas! you're our guests!", but they all say "we love you so much, but shut up and let us do this for you two and our grandkids. have a minute to yourselves!"; matty doesn't need much convincing, and he pulls you to the kitchen to make you a fancy hot chocolate and finish the profiteroles from dessert. you talk and laugh and kiss the chocolate from each other's lips, and matty's like "i love you. and our kids. and our family. today's been perfect, darling. thank you for making it that way". of course, you feel the same <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word #lyla #alex #moots <3 #christmas

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lunosou · 2 years

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// TWST WITH A READER FROM ENSTARS (DORM LEADERS VER.) //

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A/n: This is my first ever fic, I hope I did every character justice lol. I'm also inexperienced in writing "x reader" fics. So there's probably much room for improvement.

Characters: Dorm Leaders (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus)

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle saw as you approached him with a whole goddam diagram

He listens in horror as you told him about Tsukasa Suou and how they look alike

"Excuse me?"

Probably didn't understand a single thing you said lol

Though he did look quite similar to him....

(Except for the purple eyes)

Man was he confused when you started talking about "Knights"

"This 'Knights' unit sounds interesting."

Oh boy

In the end though, he would like to know more about this "Tsukasa" person

Honestly if they meet, they just might be the best of friends

Y/n, what have you done

Leona Kingscholar

When you rudely interrupted him from his sleep, he is quite annoyed

You told him about your world and how he reminded you of (insert character here because idk who would represent Leona the most lol)

"What are you talking about, we're nothing alike," he pouts

But oh boy you stand by your point

Probably very annoyed by the end, and goes back to sleep

"Are you done yet?"

RIP

(Listen, I'm not too good at writing for Leona, but I'll try my best lol)

Azul Ashengrotto

Literally scared this man half to death when you burst into his office with a bulletin board

*proceeds to start your presentation*

Azul hesitantly watches

You started on how he's a sketchy business man

"But look! He's also a sketchy businessman too!"

Ibara and Azul moment

Azul now wants to meet Ibara to discuss about business

Learning about Ibara's ways to spy on ES has helped influence him on his sketchy octopus business man ways-

Welp, there's no going back from what you started

If they ever meet, I don't think twst is gonna live to tell the tale

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim happily watches as you compare him with one of your friends at home

"I'd really like to be introduced to this person!"

Asks a lot of questions about (insert Enstars character)

"If we ever meet! I'm gonna throw one of the biggest parties ever!"

*silently prays for Jamil's sanity*

Honestly, he's just happy that you're so excited to talk about one of your friends from your world

Especially if that person is similar to him

Vil Schoenheit

Begrudgingly watches as you compare him to another person

How dare you

But as the presentation goes on, Vil gets more intrigued

Well he's more intrigued in the idol part more than the character part

He then throws the character thing out of the window and tells you to start talking about the idol industry in your world

Honestly I can see him really appreciating the unit Valkyrie

Idk what else to write for Vil lol. I'm not too good at writing for him :)

Idia Shroud

You think he's similar to a person who practically lives in the ceiling?!

Well he can relate to the social anxiety part

Finds himself relating to Mayoi quite a lot

Feels bad for the fact he has to perform for a crowd of people

In hopes of them meeting, he would like to talk to him about the benefits of becoming a floating tablet

Idia + Mayoi = Welp they're never coming out of their room

Also how dare they take part of Mayoi's room to construct a stage or smth

He understands Mayoi

Not too bad for a comparison

Malleus Draconia

"Child of a man, what have you got there?"

Watches in intrigue

Is this what y/n's world is like?

Well he'd like to pay a visit to talk to this person

I'd like to assume he's kinda smiliar to Nagisa Ran

"What if I dressed up like him"

Nagisa gains Malleus' approval

He would like to know more about this person

Eden? He'd like to know more about that too

Actually, tell him everything about ES

You're gonna be here for a looooong time :')

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I hope I did some of your characters justice even though this is my first time writing an x reader fic. I'm not too good at writing for Vil or Leona (Sorry to my friend who likes Vil) but I'm willing to try to improve! I hope this wasn't too bad :')

And god forbid I hope I didn't forget a charcater

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year

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3x11, part 3. RJK edition.

Listen. LISTEN. The boy feels so lost & his home is PEOPLE. Roy & Jamie are RIGHT. THERE. I NEED it. I need not only Jamie having vulnerable moments with Roy, I need Roy to be able to talk about it and/or at least hold Jamie and mean it. I need to see Jamie hugging both of them and feeling safe, and loved, and HOME. I need Jamie to know that he belongs, and he's good, and he deserves all the good things only.

This is honestly such a huge topic & I've been thinking about it from time to time. Jamie/happiness please and thank you. And somebody quietly take out his dad so Jamie can process it and let out a sigh of relief. I know it's not that easy, I've been there, still going through it tbh, a lot of trauma and feelings, but still.

Babe, your hair is beautiful & I love it, don't listen to that.

Keeley: puts even more pressure on Jamie to the point where Jamie is even more overwhelmed.

She's no better at it than Roy lol. Made it worse somehow.

"If only I could have a friend who'd stick with me until the end. And walk along beside the sea, share a bit of moon with me."

Those friends:

I can't get over the fact that Roy acts like a human towards Jamie? Like, it's the most "I care about him A LOT" & humane thing we've ever seen at this point, I think? Especially after that weird string episode that I often just want to ignore?

"I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."

I find their reactions so interesting? Keeley is straight up bored and tired. Roy is crying which is even in character, after he watched Love Island with Jamie in it & all those yoga sessions and drinking wine after. Jamie is... one eye red. Jfc, someone hug Jamie and be there for him. Just unite all three already. While Keeley can have her beauty sleep, Roy and Jamie can have spend their time together.

Not sure if I should watch You've got mail, but yeah.

Are we gonna ignore this? The way Roy looks at Jamie. The theme of Roy being so worried about Jamie that he brings Keeley in and he tries his absolute best to help Jamie and make him feel better. Like, I always shipped them, but right now it feels more than ever justifiable? Not like I imagine it but the way it's RIGHT. THERE. It's not one sided. It's "I care about you, too, and I'm trying to make ti right." Maybe a kiss or two would set it into the right direction, but still. Baby steps (at the end of s3).

???? Ot3???? Poly canon when???

"...share a bit of moon with me."

is this the new "Let's get lost"? For ot3 this time? C'mon. How am I supposed to ignore this? It's so romantically coded.

Roy, you very much can if you don't kiss him and if you keep pretending you and Keeley are not dating again. Like, talk to him. Invite him in. You two are fools. Keeley sees it though.

There goes "I care about you" again.

Jamie is such a sweet and gentle boy. Making sure he didn't push either of them.

Seriously though. He. Him. And his hair (unironically). And his rings.

Jamie's smile getting wider, heh. The neighborhood he grew up in? Or the neighborhood his mom ran away to from James?

Jamie is the best sunshine of all the sunshines. Both Jamie and Roy being dressed in black :)) They really are so alike.

I feel honored to finally meet Jamie's mom. Wow, she and her husband seem so different from James, and you can see why Jamie is the way that he is. I still have questions on why Jamie was abused so much by his dad while his mom is right there & judging by Jamie's words she only wants Jamie to be happy. But then again, maybe he really is like that, "I wanted to tell her, but I knew it would hurt her. So I let it hurt me." Which is heartbreaking, but it is what it is, I guess.

This episode Trent met Ted's mom, and Roy and Keeley met Jamie's, and "it's lovely to FINALLY meet you BOTH." I am NOT letting this go. Like, Jamie just decided to take his best friends for a ride and introduce them to his mom. Ahhh.

#natiswatching #roy x jamie x keeley #ted lasso #jamie tartt

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timefospookies · 2 months

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soooo i redesigned sachiko-san cuz her design was NOT cutting it for me<3 below is my thought process behind it :3

before anything i’d like to clarify that this is anything but a professional design analysis or smth like this was just for fun 😋.

the drawing was super rushed and on a whim cuz i just had a lot of thoughts in the moment that were interesting to me and i wanted to get down on a page. i’m far from a corpse party expert and only know the blood covered game lore LMAOO.

also this is in no way meant to shit on the og corpse party artists or writers, it’s just my personally opinions and takes! for funsies :3

anyway!! now with that out of the way!!

sachiko has always been such a bizarre character to me.

like, she’s the twist villain, she’s some little girl, she’s the victim, she’s the murderer, she’s from the 1940s but also from the 70s!?!!

she has such a convoluted story and generally vague motives and GRRRR it makes me a little frustrated because she’s really interesting, but her writing is confusing :(

but anyway, her character is not what i wanted to tackle today! i’m here about her design!

cuz yknow.

for being the all powerful main villain of the corpse party saga, her design always came off to me as very “generic evil ghost girl” to me.

apart from her frankly iconic red dress, she really doesn’t have that many defining features- and more importantly to me, her design doesn’t communicate her story against all!!

sachiko shinozaki was a timid girl in the 40s who was r*ped by her teacher and then fell to her death at 7 years old. how do i even begin to unpack that.

first i wanted to make her seem like she’s from the 40s, or at least nod to the fact. i knew i wanted to keep her hair long and straight like in the game, so i opted to use her outfit as a means of doing this.

since she died in school, i decided to look up some japanese uniforms from the 40s, and i ultimately decided to use this picture as reference because the neck of the uniform looked closest to sachiko’s dress. i also thought that the pin on the uniform could be a nice way to callback to her paper doll!

i wanted to also replace her long hair with pigtails like ayumi’s as a nod to them being related (i want them to look alike also, so sachiko here resembles my own ayumi design). the pigtails are shaped like scissor blades cuz i thought that would be fun :)

for her ghost form, i let her hair down like in the game, but i wanted to keep that scissor-like sharpness so i made her hair all spiky.

i twisted her limbs and messed up her left eye to indicate that fall damage (she did fall from the 3rd floor), but i kept that ripped look on her dress cuz slay. made her eyes read again to hint at the damage she took (feel like i might need to redo her face though cuz it doesn’t feel “i fell to my death”-y enough)

anyway that’s all lol 👍👍👍👍

#tw blood #tw dislocated limbs #sachiko shinozaki #sachiko san #corpse party #corpse party: blood covered #spook’s art

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gaiuskamilah · 4 months

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I’m crying over nepo baby Gabe but please drop all the daydreams/hc’s you’ve got!!

i seriously need to write them down because gabe being adrian's nepo baby is so funny and endearing, i love the concept sm, so here's the ideas i do remember!

i think a lot of their interactions would largely depend on where they are in their respective stories - a gabriela from the early chapters of ID is different from a gabriela at the end of ID, as is with adrian. but i generally like to position their characterizations as adrian already in his senator era and gabriela somewhere along mid-ID where she's met MC and is warming up to cas but is still dealing a lot with her monster complex.

when meeting adrian (and the rest of the bb gang) gabriela is super awkward at first but her people pleasing, generally friendly instincts kick in and adrian senses it a mile away. mainly because he's seen it a lot in himself. so comes the coaxing out of some problems and insecurities gabe has.

adrian finds out they're super alike in that monster complex thing and just latches onto gabe like a nursing mom cat does to an abandoned kitten. his pseudo-daughter now. and while initially gabriela is awkward around this she warms up and genuinely admires adrian and his work.

speaking of adrian's work! i like to envision gabriela taking a more active role in raines corp especially since adrian's busy doing senator things. she always wanted to contribute good to the world and helping around raines corp and their intiatives is fulfilling for her. adrian also loves that she's active and always takes her ideas into account. she also loves helping around with jax/lily at the shadow den (:

some misc scenarios:

mutual fascination with each other's differences in being a vampire. what do you mean you have silver eyes instead of red ones. what do you mean you created a serum that temporarily makes you human. can i have it? (no. she cant.)

shopping! gabriela feels awkward about it at first but adrian goes "its fine im literally a billionnaire" and while she tries to not be too frivolous about her spending. she does learn to indulge every once in a while. thank you adrians credit card.

gabriela totally loves blades and makes adrian watch "the swords show" (it's blades, adrian) with her. their favorite is nia.

speaking of blades: gabriela dressing up as nia and adrian as scholar vash. cue dramatic reenacting of vash dying where none of them can take it seriously and adrian keeps laughing even though hes supposed to be fakedying HSHHSJDJDJDJ

adrian really trying to make gabriela's birthday special once finding out that she never really got to celebrate it properly because of her upbringing. lily helps plan 😁

adrian also brings her to her first dark solstice. gabriela hears from kamilah that adrian is still hung up around the holidays because of his family so gabriela really tries to make their first solstice together special, and the ones after that as well. kamilah appreciates this a lot and really loves seeing adrian happy with his new pseudo daughter LOL

on a funnier note: "so adrian. there's someone i met back in my world and i think i really like them 😳👉👈" "this is just like when i met my wife...."

#boogie woogie woogie #< tag for this au. i think its sticking HSJJSLDKDKDKDKFKS #playchoices #bloodbound #immortal desires #adrian raines #gabe adalhard #gabriela adalhard #anonymous #answered

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twogyuu · 1 year

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We Were Destined to Fall (But I'll Catch You) || Seven: 1923 A.D., NYC

Pairing: Jeonghan x fem!reader

Synopsis: In which he traded the fate of humanity for your love.

Genre: Angst, betrayal, greed, fallen angel!jeonghan, sinner!reader, blacksmith!seokjin, F2E!seokmin, one-sided pining, angel!joshua, mafia!au for this chapter

Warnings: Gang activity, alcohol/smoking, mildly suggestive, inaccuracies regarding the 1920s, implied unhappy ending in this life too

WC: ~1.5k

Taglist: @yoozuku @sleeplessdawn @listxn @paintedstarres @knucklesdeepmingi @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: This was sitting in the WIP for months, but I was able to finish it after being inspired by Time After Time :') We'll be traveling back to the origins of this whole dilemma in the next chapter . . . Though admittedly, I really don't know where I'm going with this fic series LOL

I didn't tag my usual permanent taglist crew for the sake of this being a terribly old series and it's kinda dark, so I didn't know if most of you wanted to read it or not! Pls lmk if you do - I'll be excluding this series from the usual tagging.

six || masterlist || next

Jeonghan leaned against the edge of the bar counter, an amber glass of whiskey and ice held loosely in his hands. He had no intention of finishing it; rather, it was a decoration for him in an effort to blend in with the drunk and dazed crowd. A black fedora hid his watchful eyes scanning through the smoke and haze. Men and women alike littered the dimly lit parlor at the corner of Main Street tonight; most held a lost glaze in their eyes, their loud laughter accompanied by puffs of smoke. Despite their jubilant grins that crinkled the corners of their eyes and the hearty chuckles at the littlest things, it didn’t quite match the emptiness in their hearts that the sounds echoed off of.

Living for centuries now, Jeonghan would never understand why some humans chose to shorten their already abbreviated lives with those thick brown sticks of death. He, himself, an immortal being, refused to set one aflame in between his lips. Perhaps if he didn’t have something to lose, something to live for, someone to look for, someone to hold onto, he’d understand.

Some humans walked this earth like ghosts: Aimlessly and without a destination. It was an unfortunate fate, but it was hard to say Jeonghan was lucky either. He was not human nor successful. He only found you once every few centuries and you’d slip through his fingers in a blink of an eye.

However, unlike most times, in this life, you found him. An orphan raised by the leader of the Mafia, himself, you were a woman before your time. You wore suits though most women fancied those sparkly, beaded flapper dresses. Martial arts was second nature to you – no man dared to let their fingers linger too long in a handshake in a business deal. Your words were clip and blunt, not superfluous and flowery like the messages hidden in the poetry of other people’s words.

This was perhaps Jeonghan's favorite version of you.

The catch, however? It made you harder to catch.

Seemingly a lost hobo by the sea ports when you first found him, Jeonghan obtained a position as a messenger and earned the trust of your father rather quickly. His words captivated your father and his stealth was unmatched. You didn’t want to admit it and your harsh remarks said otherwise, but Jeonghan knew he had your attention.

Tonight, you asked him to meet you here, yet there was nearly no trace of your oversized and overwashed suit coat. The atmosphere was absent of the usual smack of your bubblegum that always chewed at the headquarters. The only clue was the slightest whiff of your citrus sandalwood perfume when a woman in a form-fitting strapless lace navy blue dress passed by. Amidst smelly and sweaty gangsters in the less nice part of town, the smell was unique to you.

He followed the woman towards the back. Her features were shrouded by the shadows of the room, making it difficult to make out if it was you or someone else. Her black, gloved fingers lingering on the chipped door frame a minute too long, he caught a glint of her shining eyes before she disappeared into the night.

He knew that glimmer anywhere.

Jeonghan jogged after you. He fumbled with the brass doorknob, nearly breaking it from its rusty hinges in all his haste, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he was afraid to lose this one possible moment alone with you. Other than the pile of money that your father sat on, you were perhaps his second most prized possession. Not related through blood, but related through bond, you were destined for the throne in this underground, Though capable of taking care of yourself, you were always accompanied by bodyguards.

It was raining when he made it out the other side, a heavy fog clouding his view as Jeonghan turned his head side to side, squinting in search of you in the side alley. He could make out the sound of flirting and laughter from a couple – as if to mock him what could be his reality, your arm hooked with his roaming the nights together giggles and banter filling your conversation, but wasn’t. His heart had already started to sink that maybe you were more clever than he expected in this life and he messed up, missed his chance.

“I’m surprised you took me up on the invitation, Mr. Yoon,” you called.

He whipped his head in the direction of your voice. Squinting through the fog, he could make out the silhouette of your figure pressed against the wall. You weren’t looking at him though, your eyes concentrated on the cracked concrete in front of your heels.

You caught him off-guard, but Jeonghan did his best to hide it. He corrected his posture, rolling his shoulders back and straightening his spine. He cleared his throat and made his way towards you – with enough haste to show that he was intrigued, but enough nonchalance to make you curious.

He’s had a hard enough time trying with you this lifetime, a little teasing in return shouldn’t hurt. His breath hitched as you came into view. It was a garment unlike anything he’d ever seen before. It was a deep hue of navy blue, but the fabric shone under the dim lighting of the streetlamp. It hugged your body, emphasizing your best assets. The slit up to the thigh was especially breath-taking.

“Aren’t you cold, doll?” Jeonghan asked in an attempt to tease you. He gestured at your leg sticking out of the dress before slipping it back into the pocket of his slacks. He tilted his head back behind him, “We could’ve chatted inside where it’s warm.”

“What’s the fun in that?” you finally looked up, cocking a curious eyebrow at him. You scanned his body up and down, the corner of your red painted lips curling into a smirk. “There are other ways to be warm.”

Jeonghan stopped a foot in front of you, the toes of your heels and his leather shoes nearly touching if he took a step further. His dark orbs bored into your own, he slowly dragged his tongue at his bottom lip.

“What are you suggesting here?” Jeonghan asked in return, his voice dropping in an octave. He waited a beat before shuffling towards you, pressing his hand into the wall by your head.

Most women would’ve been flustered, blushing a little at this point, but you weren’t “most women” of this era.

“You intrigue me, Mr. Yoon,” you crossed your arms over your chest, staring him down.

“Do I, now?” he asked, flattered. “In what way?”

“I’ve seen your skill – the way you fight, how you save your fellow messengers,” you narrowed your eyes, “You could easily move up the ranks and become a sector officer – even an undercover cop if you wanted like Mingyu, perhaps be re-located in a better location in the city instead of this shithole,” you sucked in a sharp breath and exhaled deeply. “Yet you stay here. Why?”

No matter how many lifetimes he has met you, no matter how many different bodies you took on, there was something about you that never changed.

Even if your tongue didn’t speak the truth, your eyes did: Happiness, sadness, frustration, flattery, mistrust. If someone knew you well enough, they would know to look to your eyes for the truth.

People thought you wore sunglasses to hide your identity.

Jeonghan knew better.

Right now, it was curiosity – perhaps, desire almost.

“I think the answer is right in front of me,” Jeonghan replied.

“Those corny lines don’t work on me, Yoon,” you were quick to shoot back.

“But it’s the truth.”

“It’s not good to be close to me in this industry, Jeonghan.”

“You’ve been watching me for a long time,” Jeonghan ignored your comment. “You’re just as curious about me as I am about you – you wouldn’t have asked me to come out here otherwise.” He closed the space in between the two of you, his lips hovering centimeters away from you. Had it not been for the rough shove of your palm against his chest, Jeonghan might not have been able to restrain himself.

“If you know what’s good for you, Yoon –”

“You want to be close to me, but our ranks and the world we live in don’t allow it – ever,” Jeonghan cut you off. The blue flash across his eyes startled you, though you looked away to hide the fact. Harshly gulping down the lump in your throat, you delivered a more forceful shove; yet, he didn’t budge.

“If we can’t be in this lifetime too,” his hand gently caressed your jaw, “Just this once . . . let me show you.”

Slowly, you turned your head in his hold, fearful, yet forcing yourself to meet his icy blue gaze. Though his eyes were glowing, his expression had softened – yet it was almost . . . hypnotic. It drew you in closer, willing you to put your trust in his hands when you grew up being told to do the opposite.

“Can I?” Jeonghan asked one more time.

The way your lips molded against his own was more than enough of an answer.

Oh, how you regretted falling into temptation and learning the truth of what had been and what could've been. To have him so close, yet so far out of your reach - this was your punishment for all your sins in this life and your first.

Your beloved fallen angel who traded the heavens for you, but you couldn't do the same in return.

His life was as sorrowful as the lost and ghostly humans who wondered this world aimlessly.

In the next life, perhaps you will take matters into your own hands and take reigns on yours and his intertwined fate once and for all.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan angst #jeonghan scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #seventeen scenarios

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Kellam x Kiran Commission (I got sick and had a really rough end of year... here's hoping 2024 is a normal one! the flu killed me the last week of 2023 :") but here's my last commission! my resolution is to post more consistently from here on out LOL)

You were all thrilled at the thought of the Hallow’s Eve festival. It was a perfect break for everyone to experience between all the battles that Askr had to face.

That, and it provided an excellent opportunity for those who didn’t celebrate a similar holiday in their own worlds to have a new experience.

Kellam was one of these people; and he seemed to be particularly interested in the customs. It wasn’t all that different from the holiday you celebrated in your own world.

But seeing him so excited about it was the true joy.

“Wow…all these sweets and decorations- it’s all so colorful!” Kellam marveled at the beauty in front of you, utterly stunned by it all. The town was alight with the raucous fun of the town-wide party.

It was filled to the brim with adults and children alike, families boisterous while they danced and played about the festival.

You smiled softly at Kellam, “I must say, you do make a dashing pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin farmer, actually-” Kellam corrected you as he adjusted the large orange headpiece. “It wasn’t my first idea, but once we got to work on the costume, I couldn’t say no. It’s a little silly though, isn’t it?”

“I don’t mind it. It’s very charming.” You reassured him, making him chuckle bashfully.

“Really? You wouldn’t like it better if I were dressed as something fearsome, like a werewolf or a dragon?”

“It just wouldn’t suit you. I’m sure you’d be very handsome in either, but…I like this. Pumpkin Kellam is dashing all on his own.”

“You flatter me.” Kellam blushed, laughing nervously in a bid to hide the quickening of his heartbeat. “B-but enough about me! We should really enjoy this festival while we have a chance. I’ve never seen anything like it before!”

“Ylisse doesn’t have a Hallow’s Eve festival, does it?” You remembered the conversation from earlier, Chrom and Lissa chattering excitedly about being able to experience a whole new holiday (with said princess plotting out her “tricks” for said portion of the colloquial saying).

Kellam nodded as the two of you headed into town, starting your adventure. “No, I’m afraid not. We have a few holidays that are similar to ones that are held here in Askr, but there isn’t one that’s particularly similar to this one. I’m really excited about trying it out. What about you?”

“We do have one; though we call it Halloween. Similar theme, but rather than one big festival, we all go out into our local neighborhoods and give out candy to each other- it’s very popular with children. The adults who don’t have kids to take out treating will just have a big party or watch a bunch of scary movies, or-”

“Movies? What are those?”

“Think those photograph tomes that one Anna sells at the ocean, but it’s constantly moving for an hour straight; with talking and music and whatnot.”

“How interesting!”

“It really is. I wish I could show you,” You admitted, “They’re really fun to watch when it’s in a group or just with a friend or two. I’m sure there are plenty of movies you’d enjoy.”

“Don’t worry about that-” Kellam reassured you, “I enjoy spending time with you no matter what we’re doing, Kiran. I don’t mind missing out on a, er, scary ‘moving’ when we can do other things together!”

“Movie, Kellam- no ‘ing’ at the end.” You laughed, fighting to suppress your own blush at his earnest confession. “I’m sure we’ll have our hands full with this festival, anyways. Look at the size of it…”

You both slowed as you reached the town’s front gates, which had been clogged with people as they all struggled to enter and enjoy the celebration.

The noise was audible even from the back of the crowd, where the two of you were. It made your stomach twist, if only for a moment. You were quite sensitive to auditory and visual overloads, particularly when you were already nervous or on edge.

It was something you could fight through during battle, with the appropriate gear to help ease the tensions courtesy of Anna’s gadgets or some useful spells.

But when it was just the two of you, in a casual setting and no battle gear to be had…it was easier to get overwhelmed.

Well, that, and you had a very handsome, well built knight standing next to you, confessing how much he enjoyed being around you.

It was certainly a nerve-wracking experience, indeed; not one that you wanted to dampen his spirits with by leaving early or lashing out at him because of the stress.

You sucked in a deep breath, the two of you closing in on the entrance one step at a time. It wouldn’t be that bad; it would be loads of fun.

You’d get to play games, eat good food, dance and enjoy music; maybe even win a prize for Kellam. That’s what you turned your focus to; something you could definitely do. That you wanted to do for the sweet pumpkin man.

Naturally, just as you thought this, you felt a calloused hand close around yours, prompting a jolt and confused stare at Kellam.

“It’s getting pretty thick at the gate; I don’t want to lose you in the crowd. If you don’t mind, that is.” He explained quickly, and you shook your head.

“I don’t mind at all.” You replied with a geuine smile, giving his hand a soft squeeze. It was certainly the right call; considering within moments, you were thrust into an intimimdating crowd, being pushed and pulled in various directions while being jostled further into the city.

His grip tightened on your hand, trying to keep you close to his body for fear of losing you among the strangers.

The excited babbling of passersby sent a shiver down your spine, and a jolt of anxiety up your throat.

With a deep breath you focused on the feel of his hand, his warmth a welcome comfort in spite of the nerves gathering in your chest.

Kellam, in all of his sweetness, did not notice what was happening; but he could feel that you were squeezing his hand a little tighter than he would have anticipated.

He cast a glance at you between trying to navigate the crowd and getting through the entrance.

“Kiran, you all right?” He asked you quietly, which drew you from your nerves just slightly.

“Yes.” You swallowed, fighting to press those feelings down. “I just…don’t like the tight space. It’s a bit overwhelming, right?”

“You’re not wrong,” He agreed warmly, “But, we’re almost there! Look, the crowd’s already thinning right up ahead.”

“Finally.” You muttered, though the relief was countered only with the realization you would no longer be able to hold Kellam’s hand without reason. But the pain and stress of the boisterous crowd finally relinquished your anxiety, as people filtered through the damn gate and spread out to all the various stalls.

Once you were able to see something other than the costumes in front of you, you were both surprised by the beauty surrounding you.

Bright lights, autumnal colors that were saturated and cheerful, and the scents of sweets and savory meats filled the air.

It was hard to spot a single person who wasn’t wearing some sort of costume; even the knights stationed and on duty had some sort of little decoration on their helmets or chestplates.

You and Kellam were fighting to keep your smiles from widening; it was such a delightful scene in front of you!

“Wow, I don’t even know where to start. Look at all this!” He remarked, spotting a stack of flyers that were loaded with all sorts of pertinent information to the party.

He led you off to the side, out of the way of foot traffic. You looked over his shoulder, finding the loads of information almost equally overwhelming.

“Oh my god, look at all this- dances, games, contests…acrobatic shows and musical performances? And this is gonna go on until dawn!”

“These people definitely don’t mess around with their Hallow’s Eve partying, do they?” He turned the parchment over, finding a meticulous map outlining the location of just about anywhere you could go to have fun. “Well, I’m happy doing just about anything- what do you want to try first? Should we eat, or maybe play a few games?”

The thought of eating did make your stomach turn just slightly, reminding you that the anxiety wouldn’t go away just because you were entertained. It would only be a matter of time before the stimulation of your surroundings spilled over into some sort of attack.

If you could at least keep it tamped down for a couple of hours…

“U-um, I’m not particularly hungry right now. Why not try out a few games? I believe you owe me some prizes if you’re successful.”

“Of course. I’ll win you the best and biggest prizes I can manage- but don’t get upset if I can’t get anything good. I hear that festival games have a nasty habit of being rigged.”

“I’m sure we can figure it out,” You grinned, and you immediately headed off for something that you knew would be perfect for Kellam, given his deceeptively physique.

It was harder to hide his massive body in his costume, but given his lack of presence in the space, it was easy for people to dismiss him.

That would be the case, at least, until you requested a ticket to play the hammer game.

“So all you have to do is swing this hammer as hard as you possibly can…and if you hit the bell, you win the grand prize!” You explained to him excitedly, lugging the mallet from the staff member’s hands and hauling it to him. “Oof, this thing weighs about as much as you do.”

“I guess this isn’t a game meant for you to play, huh?” Kellam chuckled, gladly relieving you of the thing. He gripped it in one hand, managing it without issue. You were in awe of him; how one man could possibly be so strong was fantastical.

He weighed it back and forth, looking up at the contraption that he was about to absolutely obliterate.

“Try not to hit it too hard, Kellam.”

“No promises,” He grinned, “Not if you want that prize!”

It was as if he was deliberately trying to make you swoon. You couldn’t linger on the sweet words of the knight, for the mallet struck the base with a mighty crack, shooting the little piece so hard into the bell that said metal bit broke in two.

The passersby gasped, stunned by the sudden explosion of power that shattered the game.

“Kellam!!” You bit your cheek to keep from laughing, the poor man running the game pale from the shock of what just happened.

“Ahh…sorry, I didn’t mean to hit it that hard- guess I was just focused.” He chuckled nervously, handing the mallet back to the man. “So, Kiran, which prize do you want?”

“That one please, sir.” You pointed to the largest possible stuffed toy you could find; a fine prize that couldn’t have been handed over faster (for fear of the mallet coming down on his head, instead).

“What should we play next, then?” Kellam asked, “I don’t think we can come back to that one.”

The two of you were a fit of giggles, hurrying away to find something else to do.

And it didn’t take long. The hours of the night ticked by, the two of you filling it with apple bobbing (two for you, a stem for him), dart throwing, and tasting a number of pastries, sweets and hot, savory street foods that filled your bellies.

Perhaps this wasn’t so bad. Your nerves weren’t too high, and throughout the night you’d been able to avoid scarier or louder noises that might trigger an anxiety attack. The crowd thinning out from the front gates had been a gods-send, too.

There were plenty of people, and it was still pretty snug, but it could’ve been much, much worse. The noise was manageable, provided that you focused on Kellam. He could keep you calm. You were safe with him, after all.

Nothing bad could possibly-

Crash!!

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the sound of glass shattering hit right beside you. It was followed by laughter, but your heart was already thundering.

“What the hells-?!”

You were clinging to Kellam’s arm, looking for the source of it. Another game, shooting rocks at glass bottles.

“Oh, that one looks fun. Looks like someone figured out a trick,” Kellam was amused, trying to ignore you were wrapped around his bicep for fear of his whole body turning red.

“You can’t use magic to win this! You’re disqualified-” The game runner snapped at the player. What worried you was that the more he spoke, the harder it was to hear him.

The world was starting to get waterlogged in your ears, your heart pounding and your fingers trembling. You were on edge, before. But that shock was sending you careening into a panic attack.

“Kiran, want to try it? I won’t cheat, I promise.” Kellam offered, looking down at you when realizing you were unmoving.

In fact, you were frozen in place…and the prize he’d already won you was on the ground.

“Kiran?”

He realized you were breathing hard. Too hard. Your face was so pale-

“Um, let’s get out of the middle of the road, here-” Kellam stooped to grab the plush and hurried out of the way, taking you into a small alley off to the side.

He gently pulled you from his arm, his hands on your shoulders. He was concerned, clearly, and it made you feel worse. Or it would, had you been able to register what was going on outside of the panic bubbling in your heart.

Truly, all you wanted was to get out of there.

This was almost worse- enclosed space, panicking in front of your crush, and a boisterous crowd of strangers just outside…it was a nightmare.

“Kiran, what’s wrong? Can you talk to me?”

“I’m- um-” You stumbled over yourself, feeling the blood drain from your faec. “The sound startled me. I-I don’t think I’m-”

“You’re not startled. You’re…you’re panicking.” Kellam realized, leaning down so that he was at eye level. “You’re safe, Kiran. I promise. I’m here. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“I-I know that. Don’t you think I know that?” You looked away from him, your hands pressed to your forehead. You were trying to take deep breaths, but they were pulled from your chest, only making the tightness and pain blossoming feel worse and worse.

“Just slow down for a moment. We can get through this.” Kellam insisted as he took your hands into his, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Um…here. Just…just breathe with me.”

You looked up at him, somewhat surprised that his suggestion was actually one that was quite helpful with anxiety attacks.

“Trust me. I’m here for you.” He promised you, nodding to encourage you to try. You weren’t sure that you could focus beyond the fight or flight instinct that was practically screaming at you to get out of there.

Get away from all of this.

But it was the warmth in his eyes…the patient, encouraging smile on his lips. So you took a breath. Then another. Another, this one shaking, but deeper than the last. Kellam didn’t let go of your hands for a moment, a soft demand for your focus on him.

“You’re doing great, Kiran. Just keep breathing. In, and out. You’re all right. You’re safe here, and you’re with me. I’m not going to let anything happen.”

The beat of your heart started to soften, the thundering becoming much more of a softer roar rather than an unconquearable crash against your rib cage.

You managed to meet Kellam’s eyes, nervous, but starting to regain your focus.

Another shatter split the air, followed by raucous cheering. Your hands jumped in his, but he didn’t falter.

“It’s all right. It’s just someone playing that game, again.” He assured you once again, reminding you how sweet this man was in front of you. “Just focus on me.”

And so you did. You focused on his kind face, the warmth of his touch, his steady, slow breaths that you matched to his.

Slowly…finally…your heart rate managed to come down. You squeezed Kellam’s hands, once, then twice.

“I’m okay.” You managed to eek out some sort of comment, after you regained your breath. His gaze remained warm and comforting, but you could see he was still uncertain.

“Are you sure? We can stay here a while longer, if you’d like to.” He offered, “I don’t want to push you more than you’re able.”

“No, it’s…it’s okay.” You reassured him, nodding again. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to avoid looking at him. The embarrassment of what just happened was starting to sink in; to think he of all people would be the one to witness your upset!

“What do you want to do, Kiran? We can stay a little longer if you’d like, but I’m just as happy going home. We’ve had plenty of fun, but it doesn’t look like the party willl slow down any time soon. It’s probably going to stay hectic and crowded.”

“I-I don’t want to leave if you’r ehaving fun. I know it’s just a crowd, and I know it’s just games. I can handle a little more.”

“Hey.” Kellam’s hands were suddenly in yours again, sending a shock of elextricity through your fingertips.

“Kiran…please don’t push yourself on my account. What matters is what you want- no, what you need to do right now, so you’re calm and you feel safe, again.”

You pursed your lips, looking back to the jovial crowd just beyond the uneasy quiet of the alleyway.

“I don’t want to stop spending time with you.”

The admission was quiet, almost barely there. But Kellam heard you, loud and clear. And if his heart hadn’t skipped a beat before, it most certainly did in that moment.

“Well…you don’t have to stop spending time with me just because we don’t stay here. Why don’t we find somewhere just a little quieter first, and gather our bearings? Maybe there’s somewhere close by so that we can at least rest a little while before we head back home. I’d hate to push you harder before you’ve fully gathered your bearings.”

The young knight’s thoughtfulness was borderline shocking, how boundless it seemed to be. He offered you his arm, in hopes of keeping you grounded and steady when you ventured back out into the raucous festival.

Mercifully, the town’s archives weren’t far; a small, library-esque location that was plenty quiet compared to the goings on outside.

Kellam closed the doors quickly, giving you both a safer respite. It was finally clearer to you now, what had happened and where you were.

What he did for you.

“Kellam…how did you know to do that?”

“What do you mean?” He asked innocently as ever, and you looked down at your hands, fidgeting.

“How did you know…to calm me down?”

“Well, it’s not the first time I’ve seen a panic attack.” He said simply, “It’s a common sight, especially among new recruits. We’re trained pretty early on about how to handle the stress as it comes, and how to address and alleviate panic attacks. I’ve done it for plenty of other people, myself included. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m…I’m not ashamed of it.” You said in spite of the blush rising on your cheeks. “I just wish you weren’t the one to see it. It’s not my best moment.”

“It’s all right- you’ve seen me at my worst more than once. I’d never judge you for something like that.”

“Even though it cut into your festival time? Wearing that handsome costume?”

Kellam laughed, his cheeks as red as the apples he’d failed to bob for. “Trust me, there’ll be plenty of opportunities in the future for us to enjoy a festival like this. It comes around every year, and sometimes more than once, depending on the realm we’re in.”

“B-but I…”

“It’s okay if you want to go back. We can get a nice cup of tea and sit at the campfire together. Besides, there’s going to be fireworks in an hour, if I recall. I’m not sure you want to be up close for all that noise…and all those people.”

You smiled sheepishly, conceding defeat. “I don’t know if that would end well at all.”

“Then we return home.” He decided simply, “Honestly, Kiran. It’s okay. What matters most to me is that you feel safe, and that you’re calm. I would hate to keep you here knowing you were on edge the entire time.”

“I…I’m glad, but…why?” You asked him in earnest, drawing your coat a little tighter around yourself. Kellam hesitated for a moment, considering his answer carefully.

“Because…you’re important to me. Nothing matters more to me than making sure you’re all right. Probably…more than anybody else.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your hands, your heart thundering for an entirely new reason. “W-well, I feel the same about you.”

“You do?”

He sounded so hopeful. You nodded, stealing a peek at him. “I do.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that, I…wow, Kiran, I…” He found himself at a loss for words, laughing nervously in spite of himself.

To see a mighty, massive creature like Kellam alight with bashfulness made your whole body warm. What a sweet knight he was.

“Come on, let’s get back to camp. We should celebrate with that campfire and tea, don’t you think?”

“I really do.” You grinned, your legs still a little shaky from the receding adrenaline, but if not also for the hint of excitement that lingered for a whole new reason.

Kellam offered you his hand to take, this time; much warmer and softer than his arm.

He led the two of you from the festivities, taking care to avoid the more boisterous and raucousareas on the way back to the gate.

And of course, once you were safe in the warmth and quiet of the fire, you found it much more delightful and preferable even to the festivities.

There were few things sweeter than sitting together, alone and basking in the glow of a new, autumn love.

#kellam #kiran #kellam x kiran #feh #fe heroes #fire emblem heroes #fe 13 #fea #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #f!kiran #fem!kiran #commission #story commission #anxiety prompt #fluff #hurt and comfort #happy new year!

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Connections and Party Favors

This is part 7/12 of December Event 2023 for @spitfire-of-the-sea

Ace X OC(Saki)

(background Thatch X OC(Nikia), thanks for letting me slide them in lol, it gave me the perfect excuse to instigate a meet-cute)

Warnings: Mild social embarrassment via mistletoe incident.

Word Count: 2,179

Saki fussed at her hair while Doctor Marco drove. It was a bit awkward, really. He was the lead researcher on a big project they’d been working on together for over a year. She’d never describe him as overly warm, but he was friendly enough with a cup of coffee in his hand. Shockingly, once he heard she had no holiday plans, he offered an invite to his family Christmas dinner.

“Thatch thrives on the challenge. He’s gotten too used to the same black holes every year. A new face is just what he needs to keep him on his toes.” Marco chuckled over a petri dish. She’d waffled a bit, politely giving him space to take it back if it was offered in reflex. But no dice.

So here she was, dressed nice but not too nice for the family dinner of what was essentially her boss. Red sweater dress with a white cardigan and black ankle boots she’d fussed over just about as long as she had her hair. She’d literally changed her mind about a dozen times before settling on a simple twist braid down her back. Thankfully, Marco was dressed fairly nice in a crisp white button up and black slacks.

So clearly this wasn’t a totally relaxed affair or excessively fancy.

“You look fine, Saki.” Marco murmured gently with a smile as he pulled down an impressively decorated street. Lights strung up in the trees and along eaves in dazzlingly coordinated displays. “Mostly by accident, this neighborhood is mostly my folks. Then again, we’ve got a lot of people doing a lot of different things. This didn’t use to be such a nice place to live…” Marco shrugged as he pulled up on the street near a house with the front door open and people moving in and out, carrying supplies.

“That it?” Saki asked softly. Marco nodded with a quirk of his lips.

“Yep. We’ve got a lot of people that will be coming in and out just for a plate. We wanted a smaller party this year. We did reserve a proper venue for New Years though if they don’t scare you off tonight.” Marco laughed, shutting off the car and getting out. Saki followed quickly, still fairly nervous. Her heels clicking on the sidewalk as they walked up to the house.

The difference between the cold, foggy air outside and the warm, bustling atmosphere inside was stark. Like being wrapped up in a blanket fresh from the dryer. People moved like water around the house, chatting easily and clearly very familiar with everyone else. The interior was clean with many homey, cluttered touches. Bookshelves filled with media and nicknacks alike. Throw pillows tucked into the corners of chairs and the couch. Pictures lining the wall with no real order but each holding a clear emotional touch from faded childhood photos to more recent candid prints. Several of people Saki could see in the house right now, in fact.

Saki hesitated, lingering near the door awkwardly. Uncertain if she should sit down—would that be rude? Or perhaps offer help in the kitchen? She ended up sort of floating deeper into the house, close to the wall. Fretting and trying to refrain from wringing her hands or fiddling with her hair after spending so much time on it earlier. She kept moving over a little more to make room for people, pushing her deeper into the house and closer to the kitchens.

The warm atmosphere of the house, filled with the scent of delicious food still cooking and the chaotic chatter of people made her dizzy.

Suddenly, a gentle hand nudged her away from the doorway and she jolted, an apology already spilling from her lips.

“Oh! I’m s-so sorry!” Saki frantically gasped, eyes wide as she realized it was a woman just a few inches taller than herself. Swimming in a thick orange and cream colored sweater that looked borrowed with blue jeans and boots. The woman’s hand gently pushing further away from the doorway as she smiled a little awkwardly herself. Dark blue curls bouncing around her shoulders with thin teal braids draped down her back.

“You’re fine, hun. There’s just a bit of mischief out an’ about tonight.” She informed her just loud enough to be heard over the other guests, her words lilting and soft in a southern accent. She looked up at the doorway with fond exasperation, Saki’s eyes following to see a sprig of mistletoe taped to the center of the doorway. “Thatch thinks he’s bein’ slick. Thought you’d like a bit of warnin’ before someone get’s drunk enough to shock you… I’m Nikia, by the way.”

Saki laughed, tension easing from her shoulders.

“Saki… isn’t this a family function?” She asked. Nikia rolled her eyes.

“Yeah. It is. But no one here is above embarrassing their folks. And Thatch has been needy lately so I guess he thought the tricks were necessary to get his fix.” Nikia huffed, her pale cheeks a bit rosy as she pushed up her glasses. A man sidled up behind Nikia, grinning with flour on his cheek and reddish hair styled in an impressively put-together pompadour. He loomed over the both of them, but only glanced at Saki.

“You rang, lovely~?” He asked, clearly flirting. Saki noted that the sweater looked more like the man’s size than Nikia’s.

“Not for an interruption, no. Stop spookin ‘er, Thatch. She’s clearly used to Marco and he’s better at pretending to be stable than the rest of ya.” Nikia sassed with a fond smile despite her sharp tone. Thatch pouted, almost seeming to deflate as his arm wound around Nikia so he could rest his chin on her shoulder.

“You really going to shoot me down like that? Under a mistle toe and everything?” Thatch whined and Saki felt more like she should find somewhere else to hide.

She’d been at enough parties next to insufferable couples, thanks.

Nikia clicked her tongue, reaching up to press her hand over his cheek.

“With a face like that?” Nikia responded softly, brushing away the flour gently before kissing the spot she cleaned. “Yes. Get back to work, you’re the one that wanted to fly solo.” She cackled, flicking his nose. Thatch huffed, lingering for a moment to kiss her cheek.

“Fine. You lost dessert privileges though!” Thatch declared.

“The hell I did! I made the fuckin’ dessert, you heathen!” Nikia barked to his retreating back, the two laughing at each other. “I know there’s a lot of em, but just remember they’re all nerds in their own right and you’ll be fine. You get along well enough for Marco to drag you in, after all! Oh, and keep an eye out. I know this here ain’t the only bit ah mistletoe Thatch pulled out.” Nikia laughed with a friendly wink.

Saki smiled, a little less nervous as she tried again to mingle with Marco’s family. She was actually kind of succeeding. Apparently, Marco was very well liked in his family but also respected. Having stepped up many times when their patriarch and father-figure had health issues and could not oversee large family matters. So getting along with and working under Marco gave her early brownie points in their eyes.

She was talking with a man named Haruta who was an unabashed gossip when she leaned against the wall. Or rather, thought she did. She actually missed it by a few inches, her shoulder grazing the doorway as she fell back with a yelp. But rather than bashing her head into the floor, she was caught by warm arms. Strong, firm hands gently lifting her up as Haruta’s face lit up with glee.

“Are you alright, miss?” A smooth voice asked, her head tilting back to look.

“O-Oh! I’m fine! Just misjudged the wa—” Saki’s voice died.

He was pretty. That was her first thought, startled as she was. Tan skin even in the middle of winter and freckles splattered over his sharp features. Eyes like silver but kind under dark strands of loose curls. He wore a plain shirt and likely only because it was a family gathering if the sheer heat he put off was any indication. Still, he smiled down at her, just as flushed as she was.

“I’m glad! Hey, you’re Saki right? Marco said he was bringing a coworker and Thatch said you hadn’t run off yet. It’s nice to meet you! I’m Ace!” Ace grinned. And though Saki was momentarily stunned, her eyes slid away from his bright smile to just past him.

Up in the doorframe was yet another sprig of mistletoe taped to the ceiling.

To her mortification, her immediate thought was to thank Thatch’s persistent desire for chaos—and likely teasing his partner.

“A-Ah… yeah, I’m Saki. There’s uh… above you.” Saki added softly as she righted herself finally to stand properly. Ace had a good handful of inches over her in height and width, his broad shoulders doing her heart no favors. Ace wrinkled his nose in a surprisingly cute gesture before looking up. Freezing in barely restrained, awkward horror. Saki laughed, feeling just about the same as he did.

Oh sure, she wouldn’t mind a cheeky kiss from a handsome man like Ace, but for a first meeting? She certainly wasn’t that bold!

“You can ignore it, you know.” Nikia said suddenly behind them, Saki nearly yelping in shock as she laughed. “Or I could swap with you.” Ace bristled.

“Hell no! Thatch would kick my ass if I tried that!” Ace hissed nervously, suddenly a bit pale. Nikia grinned sharply with plenty of teeth.

“Now, who said I’d kiss you? You fishin’ for something, darlin?” Nikia teased with a wink as Ace flushed, denying it quickly.

“Nope! Don’t you drag me into your shit, either!” Ace protested vehemently. “You’re both instigators, I swear!”

Ace pulled Saki in and—before she could register what he was doing—kissed her.

Now, he probably meant to kiss her cheek.

But that was not what happened.

And Haruta was howling as Ace froze, his lips on hers in a soft press. He smelled faintly of a bonfire, turkey, and cologne. His eyes wide as he realized what had happened, Nikia quick to laugh too as Ace yanked himself back. Saki giggled a little as Ace flailed, trying to apologize.

“Ack!? I-I’m so sorry, I meant to kiss your cheek—the mistletoe—I!” Ace fumbled, face beet red as people nearby laughed at his misfortune.

Although Saki was also a bit embarrassed, she could only laugh as she pulled out her phone and opened her contacts. Handing it to him with a smile.

He looked shocked as he accepted it, seemingly not understanding what she was getting at.

“I wouldn’t mind getting caught with you again… if you don’t mind swapping numbers? We could go for coffee later or… something.” Saki trailed off, aware of how bold of a response that was to a mistake. She could see Thatch lean out of the kitchen, openly eavesdropping with an intensely invested expression. Ace slowly smiling wide in elation.

“Well?! Are you going to keep her in suspense or what?!” Thatch demanded after a moment.

“Yeah, don’t be rude, Ace.” Nikia teased, poking his side as she offered Saki a cup. “Tea. Got to it before someone spiked it with booze.” She murmured as Ace rushed to enter his number. The room erupting in cheers when he handed Saki her phone back.

Saki took a sip of shockingly sweet tea and smiled.

It was more than a little embarrassing, but more than worth it for a kiss and his number.

“So… wanna grab a plate and go outside where there aren’t nosy shits everywhere?!” Ace hissed at the people still watching, including Thatch and Haruta as Nikia had already slipped away. Dragging Thatch back into the kitchen despite his protests.

Saki laughed, putting away her phone and grabbing Ace’s hand.

“I’d love that!” She grinned and Ace pulled her close, guiding her through the crowd and helping her fill her own plate of hot food.

“We’ll be back for dessert.” Ace promised, his own plate piled high with food as he opened the back door onto a large patio.

It was still cold out, the night air lit by dozens and dozens of lights draped across the eaves of the house. But cuddled up next to Ace, Saki felt perfectly warm. The two of them laughing over good food and a promise of something more.

She apologized later to Marco for lowkey ditching him for his brother but he waved her off with an amused expression.

“It was cute. I can’t wait for the pictures to come in so we can all tease Ace about it later.” Marco laughed with a sly glance. “So… you coming to the New Year’s party too?”

“Actually… Ace already invited me.” Saki admitted.

Marco grinned, openly pleased.

“Oh, he’ll never hear the end of it now, yoi~” Marco crowed, Saki laughing along with him.

#December Event 2023 #one piece #fire fist ace #Ace X OC

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in-my-feels-probably · 4 months

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Hi! It’s no worries I’ve been around this app long enough to know it’s kinda buggy lol. Anyways, I actually remembered just now I wrote out my request in a random google doc before I sent it and never deleted it so I have able to just copy/paste!

Congrats on 1.7k!! May I have a romantic hunger games (it can be either the original films or the newer one) option 2 match up please? I go by she/her and am bi with no preference, so any gender is fine.

I’m about 5’5, dark blue eyes, medium length hair thats kinda too dark to be dirty blonde but not so dark that its light brown with slightly lighter blonde highlights throughout. Ive been told I typically wear what would be considered 90s type of style but leaning away from more feminine things tho I’m not opposed to dresses and all.

I do get pretty anxious when thrown in certain situations rather that be talking to a group of people or just one person. But on occasion and definitely when I get to know someone I never stop talking. I am a ranter and rambler which means I could be ranting about something that happened and then start talking about something else that may or may not be related to the original subject. Basically I will always find something to talk about though I do enjoy listening to other people talk. I am considered the mom friend because I tend to be the most logical. Im also a very determined, stubborn person who usually is kinda pessimistic but still has a huge imagination. And despite all the anxiety I am usually a relatively confident person and am not afraid to take up for anyone I care about. Also I am pretty good in school despite having a kinda bad memory. Also an INTJ, Sagittarius, and Ravenclaw.

I absolutely love writing and have for the longest time rather that be random original stories I make up or the various fanfics I have(lol). I also love drawing and painting and recently realized I’m actually pretty good at making art related to animals and the occasional landscape. I’ve also been a big music fan since I was a kid, I honestly dont know what I would do without it. I also really enjoy reading when I get the chance, like I could spend hours getting consumed by whatever I’m reading. Which also travels into me when I’m watching things. As in I spend a good bit of time just binge watching new or old shows. I also really like walking around and enjoying nature. Theres a few nature trails I love going on and would go to the zoo every weekend if I had the chance. Which also goes along to my love for animals. Also I do like going to random places with my friends.

And thats about all I can think of to say, hope it wasnt too much lol. But anyways, thanks in advance :)

hi!

thanks for participating :)

since you have no gender preference, i’ll tell you who i ship you with out of both the boys and the girls, and then do the full thing for who i think you’re better suited for.

i ship you with katniss and peeta! i’m gonna go with katniss for this, hope that’s ok :)

katniss is absolutely not a people person. small talk makes her uncomfortable, and putting on a mask and playing a part doesn’t come easy to her. there’s a handful of people she’s comfortable talking to, and the rest don’t matter to her. she’d understand your apprehension getting to know people. but she’d feel pretty special when you opened up to her and started feeling comfortable venting and rambling. she may not be one for talking, but she does like listening. and you could listen to you talk for hours about whatever you wanted, happy to listen. you’re very alike as people. your values, your view on life, your temperament and your personality. you both being headstrong and stubborn could get in the way of your relationship sometimes, but you’d always manage to make her go soft around you. you’d be one of the few people that make her happy and help her feel relatively calm and safe, so she wouldn’t want to ruin that with petty arguments and bickering. you’d learn to work past it together quickly so you could get back to the simple things.

katniss doesn’t have much time for hobbies. plus, i don’t think she really allows herself the time to be idle. you’d have to constantly remind her to take a break and relax for a little while. she’d be too impatient for reading or art, but she’d enjoy hearing what you were reading about or working on. it would give her a sense of domesticity that she craved. and later on after the rebellion, she’d slowly start feeling more comfortable joining you with your hobbies and finding some of her own. i don’t think she considers herself to be a very talented person, but she would get a small sense of accomplishment and pride when she found a hobby she both enjoyed and was good at.

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the place she’d most feel at peace would probably be the forest. walking along the streams, hunting for deer, just breathing in the fresh air. it would be a place she enjoyed going alone, but eventually, she’d start asking you to go with her. she’d show you all the best places she’d come to catch something or just clear her mind for a little while. it would be peaceful and quiet, which she’d love. one day, she’d ask you if you wanted to bring along something to draw with. she’d take you up to a ridge she liked to sit at, letting you sit down and draw the landscape while she hunted for a few minutes. eventually, she’d make her way back to you, sitting down next to you.

“no luck?” you’d ask when you noticed her coming back with a full quiver and no kill.

she’d shrug, setting down her bow. “found a few wild turkeys down by the river. some of the hens were nesting. i didn’t want to bother them yet.”

you’d nod, going back to your drawing. she hadn’t been gone that long, but you’d already made significant progress drawing the ridge and hillside that led down into the valley where the meadow was. you could feel her eyes on you as you worked, and you’d eventually feel her chin rest on your shoulder as you started drawing one of the trees, making you smile. you liked when she was soft like this.

“that’s pretty,” she’d murmur, fascinated by the way you worked. “peeta could’ve used you down at the bakery if he knew you could draw like this.”

“i wouldn’t want to upstage him,” you’d joke, knowing what peeta used to do took a lot of time and skill that only he could make look easy.

she’d chuckle, and you could feel her smile as she looked over your shoulder. “i don’t think he’d mind.”

you’d sit in silence another moment before deciding to take a break, setting your things down. you’d watch the ridge together, peering down through the valley where the spring flowers were just beginning to grow.

“you never told me we had flowers like this in the district.”

“they only grow in the spring,” she’d explain, resting her head against your shoulder. “my father told me the soot from the mines stifles them before they have a chance to grow. but out here in the meadow, they’re untouched. they can grow a few feet tall if they’re not harvested right away. you can use the roots for medicine…i used to bring prim some.”

you could hear the hurt in her voice at the mention of prim’s name. she’d grow quiet again, her eyes locked on the ridge. she was afraid if she looked over at you, she wouldn’t be able to keep it together. you figured it was best not to pry about it—not now, at least. instead, you’d pick up your drawing, handing her a few pencils.

“pick a few colors. i want to draw the flowers in too.”

she’d give you a small smile and nod, immediately reaching for the green pencil. you’d grin, setting the rest of the pencils down as you began working again.

“i should’ve known.”

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roostertuftart · 2 years

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Obligatory green hat kid ask

GOTTA do kyle yes ofc.

Ask meme

Sexuality Headcanon: I'm so divided on this for Kyle! Really love him being gay, but also I love making like. Every character bisexual for maximum shipping potential- Plus like!! Kyle being a biromantic demisexual makes me so happy :)) He's definitely demi for me no matter what!!! And I think he has a male preference if he is bisexual. I have the headcanon that he actually thought he was gay for a long time because he only really had crushes on his close friends, all of them being guys, until he becomes friends with like, Wendy or someone and realizes "oh shit, I like girls too???"

Gender Headcanon: Another thing I'm mixed on. But I think I'm leaning a binary man (I can see him as both cis or trans) and he doesn't really care about it that much. He seems extremely comfortable with his masculinity which has always been one of my favorites traits he has! Overall I just see him being mostly masculine presenting but not minding being gender nonconforming and not really being super troubled by the thought of gender or gender presentation. Like, oh, his friends are all cross dressing for fun? Sure, he'll join in just for the heck of it. But it's not something he thinks deeply about at the same time, if that makes sense. I like agender Kyle too :)

A ship I have with said character: My favorite favorite favorite ship with Kyle is Stendylenny but to go for more of the popular ones, style and K2 both are pretty good and I think about them often. I love Kyle's dynamic with those two! K2 is always really wholesome and loving and I really like how spicy and complicated style can be! I could go for like an hour listing off rairpairs and crackships I like for Kyle because he's so shippable, but some of my other favorites for him are cryle, kyndy, and one sided kyman

A BROTP I have with said character: Kyndy probably? When I'm not shipping Kyle and Wendy, I love them as best friends. There's this popular trend of them hating each other in the fandom and that's fine but I just cannot see it, they're so alike and they've only ever gotten along, you know? I think they'd be even closer as they got older, especially with how they've both shed a lot of their more toxic traits with time. Idk if it counts but Kyle and his relationship with Ike is also iconic and deserves way more attention.

A NOTP I have with said character: Kymannnnnn I'm sorry lol. Really love it one sided and I have had AUs and stuff where I've been able to stomach them both being romantically involved but overall something about the ship just tends to make me extremely uncomfortable. I can see the appeal but as I've said before, I just cannot fathom Kyle having returned feelings for Eric Cartman unless it was from some sort of fucked up trauma response, which is interesting for plot but if that's as far as it can go for me, I don't think I count as a shipper.

A random headcanon: Kyle has freckles supremacy!!! Also he's autistic and has cPTSD. And he gets a cat at some point even though he's lightly allergic.

General Opinion over said character: Favorite boy love him so much. I want to pick him up and throw him as far as I can

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ladystrallan · 1 year

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Once Upon a Time season 2 thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- “are the nuns still nuns or can they… y’know date? Don’t say it’s me asking” Dr Whale you rascal

- Rumple x smashing glass: the real otp

- Rip Charming’s mom, you kinda remind me of Hercules’ mom

- Ok I kinda like Dr Whale now

- Regina it’s been DECADES you need to move on from Daniel

- I ship Emma and Neal so hard

- Wow the introduction of captainswan AND swanfire in one episode???

- Nooooo Belle crossing the town line :(

- This arc was TRAGIC

- NO NOT THE CHIPPED CUP

- Ugh I hate the Greg and Tamara arc

- Ruby x whale??? Why do I kinda ship it

- “What’s his name?” “Baelfire” “A STRONG NAME” what a delivery

- Robert Carlyle is the best actor in the cast

- Nooooo he just wanted to be a good dad

- Okay I’m really starting to not like Regina

- Idk why she is mad at snow and not cora, THE ACTUAL PERSON WHO KILLED DANIEL

- Snow’s mom: coughs into a handkerchief, me: SATINE

- Drink every time rumple says “bae”

- The casting of young snow was spot on, their mannerisms are so alike

- He called him papa… I’m crying

- NO IT WAS CORA

- Literally why does she hate Eva so much

- Regina you’re on the wrong side, killing daniel was part of her ten step plan to make you queen

- She just threw mrs patmore out of the window

- Not Tamara

- Pettiness runs in the Mills family

- Cora: murdered eva because she tripped her once years before

- Regina: wants to kill snow and everyone close to her because she didn’t keep a secret when she was TEN

- EW cora x rumple

- Their vibes are so gross

- Imagine if they had a kid… I can’t

- Screaming crying throwing up

- Rumple talking to Belle on the phone :(

- That was so sad

- RUMPLE AND NEAL

- THIS IS SO SAD

- Ooh snow tricking Regina

- “Any baby I have… it won’t be yours” yikes

- The amount of mommy issues in this show…

- 2x17 I hate this episode

- “You always pay your debts” is rumple a lannister?

- I hate Greg/Owen so much you have no idea

- Wooden august looks rough

- Like it’s not terrible but it’s not good either

- The dragon: is a magical powerful man, also the dragon: gets killed by a taser

- THE TASER SHOULD NOT HAVE AFFECTED AUGUST BECAUSE HE IS MADE OF WOOD WHICH DOESN’T CONDUCT ELECTRICITY

- Noooo why did blue turn him into a little boy and not a hot guy again

- GREG AND TAMARA LEAVE RIGHT NOW

- I can’t decide which I hate more cora x rumple or greg x tamara

- Both have such gross energy

- REGINA YOU ARE RUINING RUMBELLE

- “I can’t focus on my spinning with all your crying” lol

- Not Lacey

- Rumple about Belle/Lacey: oh no she’s not wholesome anymore

- I actually like the Lacey episode

- I don’t remember having liked it but I do now

- The sound rumple makes when he sees the prisoner is gone lol

- Wingman charming

- “I’m so sorry about your dress…” why don’t you take it off? ;)

- Did they recast Robin Hood? That’s weird

- She’s into him being evil…

- Rumbelle is so cute omg

- “Jail cell? I don’t think so” lol

- “She’s the evil one” GIRL YOU JUST KILLED AN ENTIRE VILLAGE

- I’m sorry I just can’t get behind Regina

- She’s just so manipulative and has zero regret for everything she’s done

- The Regina torture scene was TRAUMATIZING to middle school me

- “Is it magic?” “No… it’s science” THAT’S DR WHALE’S LINE YOU CAN’T STEAL IT GREG

- Bae fanficed himself into Peter Pan

- BAE NO

- Ugh Greg and Tamara are the worst

- NEAL NO

- Yay belle is back

- Memorable lines: “it’s delicious, cheesy and doesn’t lie” “no… it’s science” “love is weakness” “bae”

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Rumple, August, Belle

Like: Neal, Emma, Charming, Mulan, Ruby, Archie, Dr Whale

Neutral: Hook, Snow, Aurora, everyone else in Storybrooke

Dislike: Regina, Blue

Hate: Greg, Tamara, Cora

Season rating: 5/10

I hate hate hate the whole Greg and Tamara plot, also Cora x Rumple grossed me out, but there was a lot of Rumbelle content (it was really sad though)

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