𝓜𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓪

𝑠ℎ𝑒/ℎ𝑒𝑟, 8𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

[raniimotia]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑜 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝑸𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒗

༄˚ ༘♡𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧! 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰/ 𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞:

❥ Any kind of 'ist' or 'phobic' (islamophbia, antisemitic, racist, zionist, sexist, homophobic, pro-shippers etc.)

❥ Strictly NSFW blogs, especially if you write about minors. This is a strictly SFW blog!

❥ non-asians with any kind of asian aesthetic, you're weird

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༘♡ ·˚𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 :

・❥ Into the Yuuniverse

・❥ Stop staring at me like that

(❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ~ ♡ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢

(My links are bugging rn, I'm working on it)

[ahmadwaleed55]

Guys, my father is sick and fighting his illness inside a tent in the rain.

He urgently needs medical care and proper treatment. He needs adequate nutrition, warmth, and stability.

But we are living in a tent under heavy storms in Gaza.

The rain does not stop. The ground is wet. Everything around us is cold and fragile. There is no real shelter, only thin fabric between us and the harsh weather.

These conditions are making his health worse. Instead of recovering, he is struggling just to endure each day.

Ramadan is supposed to be a time of faith and patience. But here, we are simply trying to survive.

All we want this Ramadan is to secure the most basic necessities for our family. Food. Medicine. Dry clothes. A safer place to stay.

If you are reading this from anywhere in the world, please know that your support can truly make a difference.

Please help us protect my father and support my family this Ramadan.

Donate if you can. Share if you cannot.

📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account on the platform, which put us in a very difficult situation.

[sar-soor]

Ahmad has been fundraising for two years now. He is doing everything he can to support his sick father and his family.

It's Ramadan, a month of sacrifice and a month of giving. Even if you're not Muslim, this can be a time of reflection, to slow down and ask yourself what is important, what impact you can make to try to make a difference in someone's life.

Ahmad is asking for our help. If you're able, please don't hesitate to donate to his campaign, even if it's $1, every penny counts! If you're not able, take 60 seconds to copy and paste Ahmad's link and send it to someone in your life who is able to give. Let's try to do everything we can to help Ahmad and his family right now!

[ahmadsfamily]

My accounts (@ahmadwaleed55 and @ahmadwaleedfamily) are no longer reaching people, and donations have dropped a lot.

My father is in critical condition and urgently needs treatment, but we can’t afford it.

This is putting his life at real risk.

Please help us by donating and sharing our story 🙏💔

[mahmoudelhelousblog]

Anas is still in the hospital battling illness and urgently needs treatment. Please don't ignore this; your contribution or sharing of this post could make a big difference. 🙏

Help Mahmoud support his wife and 4 children

Hello, My name is Mahmoud. I have a beautiful family, all thanks to God, and I support my amazing wife, and our four children, including a n

[raniimotia]

Happy 6/7 everyone, also I'm very late but happy pride

[hauntedcx]

Introduction: Platonic! Yandere Shouta Jin

okayy! here it is finally, the introduction post for Shouta after the original post where he met you. I'll be referencing some events from previous posts, so you guys might wanna check those out if you haven't already! background, the spark. let me know what you guys think! 𖹭 tw: brief mentions of mild isolation.

-> Shouta is most definitely a controlling and strict yandere, but also a pretty soft one. -> It's because of his upbringing — he'd been raised in a very strict and suffocating environment, being the heir to the throne. He'd never known anything but rules, regulations, and discipline. -> He wouldn't want to subject you to the harshness of his court; of course, you were too delicate for anything like that. However, he wouldn't be able to ignore how he was raised completely, which might affect his behaviour with you, -> At first (even now), he was completely smitten with you, to the point of letting you get away with things that he may not have liked. But after your whole 'escape attempt', he'd grown much stricter with what you were allowed to do. -> As mentioned, he'd taken over your studies as well, so he made sure to always keep you under surveillance. Even when he was busy, he'd find a trusted advisor to keep you company in your activities. If that couldn't be managed... You'd be confined (locked) in your room till he was done with his work. -> Obviously, he wasn't too happy when you yelled at him or cursed him out, but he was a patient man. He'd give you many, many chances before you managed to piss him off. You were just a baby to him; his child, who had once been left on the streets alone. He'd never want to yell at you or make you unhappy. -> On the rare occasion that you do manage to piss him off, his patience would evaporate. He did love you, but sometimes even he couldn't let you avoid discipline. -> He would punish you, no doubt about it. When he was a child, more physical punishments were common — which he still had scars from. No, he couldn't subject you to that. But there were other ways to make you realise your mistake. Isolation would be top of the list, for sure. You'd be locked in your room, barred from lessons or activities, no visitors allowed. As much as it pained him, he would refrain from visiting you too much either, just to make the punishment more real. When you finally break down and apologise, he'd come to your rescue immediately, taking you up in his arms and cooing soft nothings to calm you down. You might've made him mad, but he was still your father, wasn't he?

-> He was also never given much affection as a child. His parents thought that a prince of his status shouldn't bother himself with such a useless concept. He accepted it as normal; he'd been raised to think like that. However, after you came into his life, he couldn't imagine how his parents could've behaved so coldly. He loved being affectionate with you, cuddling you, hugging you, picking you up. It was very soothing for him. He could never be so aloof with you. -> He loved spoiling you to bits. This part, he could relate to. He'd been given everything he could've wanted and more all throughout his childhood, and he wanted you to experience just that. Any food you want? It'd be served for dinner that evening. You wanted a new dress? The finest seamstresses in the kingdom would start working on it immediately. Any new toys you were admiring? A whole trunk would be delivered to your room the next morning. -> His more yandere tendencies mostly come out when he's around other people, or if you seem to like someone more than him. Of course, he'd heard the rumours — The emperor had taken in a street rat? How shocking. He must be doing it out of pity. That commoner should be glad our noble emperor took an interest in her! These rumours infuriated him. He'd bring you to assembly meetings on purpose, staring menacingly at the members of his court if they dared to look at you wrong. He'd show you off openly, smiling in that reserved but sharp way of his. Do any of you have an issue? Even after that, if he saw even a hint of mockery in their eyes, he'd have them exiled from the court indefinitely. Now, if it was a matter of you liking someone more than him, he was more irritated than downright furious. Was he forgetting something you'd asked for? Was he not acting right? What could possibly make you like someone else more than him? At first, he'd try to spoil you even more. Give you more gifts, maybe ease up on the surveillance. If it still wasn't working... perhaps more drastic measures would need to be taken. After all, who else would you go to for comfort if this person you adored so dearly just... disappeared?

-> Now for his appearance. He was celebrated as one of the most handsome emperors of his time. He wasn't too masculine; his features had a little touch of femininity to them, which only accentuated his beauty. However, he was extremely skilled in warriorship, often teaching his soldiers if he had the time. This made him quite well built, which was easily visible — even through the long, flowy materials of his robes. The dichotomy between his beautiful face and strong body made everyone, be they local or foreign, rush to get at least a single look at him. He had long hair, completely jet black, and smooth, caramel skin. His expression was usually aloof and unmarred by emotion, but ever since you came into his life, his features had softened up, and smiles came more naturally to him.

-> Lastly, another thing he'd love to do with you if he ever got the time was take you out to the capital, allowing you to explore the kingdom you'd been born into. He was often busy, which made it hard, but if you'd been well-behaved and he had a gap in his schedule, he would immediately call on a carriage to take you around. He'd take you to countless boutiques, buy you local street food (even if it scared the owners shitless to see the emperor at their stall), and allow you to talk to some of the civilians, however reluctant he may be. Seeing you safe, able to laugh freely and run around without any worries, it was like a calming balm to his heart. Anything. He would do anything to keep you safe, and in his grasp.

hope you liked it, everyone! if you guys have any questions or requests, i'm always open to answering them 𖹭

[sleepingdeath-twst]

best friend headcanons for ortho shroud

or; what it’s like to be best friends with the youngest member of the shroud family

featuring ortho shroud and a gender neutral reader

not requested

see my pinned post or my ignihyde masterlist

ortho shroud is the type of person who is difficult not to like — with his naturally upbeat and friendly disposition, his adorable appearance, and his unwavering dedication to defending his big brother — so unless you’re actively trying to avoid or antagonise him it’s pretty much a given that you’ll end up becoming at least friendly acquaintances with the technomantic humanoid. but as his best friend, the person he adores and trusts the most outside of his immediate family, you’ll get to see the youngest shroud at his most endearing, his most protective, and his most mischievous in the most hilarious ways (even when you end up being on the receiving end of his pranks). especially so after he gains more independence from his brother and becomes a student in his own right

as a technomantic humanoid with the entire internet, both classified and widely available, at his fingertips it almost goes without saying that ortho is going to know way more than you about most things. and those he’s unfamiliar with, he can just look up and download data for to become an expert on the subject in a matter of seconds. thankfully, though, one of the many privileges of being his best friends is that he’s more than willing to sit down and study with you if you want him to — just ask nicely and all of his expansive knowledge can be yours… just shared at a much slower rate than he might be accustomed to as he doesn’t want to overwhelm you

being as observant as he is, and with having many built in scanners to track and check out the people around him, ortho is easily able to track your micro reactions and expressions so well that he’s often able to pick up on your discomfort or the earliest signs of an onset illness or injury long before you yourself even realise something is wrong. which is, admittedly, a bit weird at first but once you get used to it you’ll come to find his attention to detail and frequent biometric scans to be more endearing than anything else

as your best friend ortho makes a habit of keeping track of all of your health data, including regular scans just to make sure all of your vitals are stable and you’re taking good care of yourself. he also does full body check ups whenever you’re sick or injured to ensure you get the best quality care and only get what you need, like he does for his older brother — which makes him an excellent, if sometimes a little bit overbearing, nurse whenever you’re even slightly unwell

he also keeps track of and dutifully logs any and all data he finds out about your interests, hobbies, likes and dislikes, and so on. including things that you only mentioned once in passing, or that you only gave the smallest sign of being interested in. he’s nothing if not thorough, after all, and as your best friend he wants to make sure that he knows you the best out of everyone — and he just likes learning more about you, so it’s a win-win!

he treats you like you’re another member of the family, inserting himself firmly into the very familiar role of ‘younger brother’ and taking great joy out of teasing you, encouraging you, and just generally treating you like he does idia. just with a touch less concern about your social life as, evidently, you don’t have the same issues as his older brother. that doesn’t mean he’s above messing with you though, he will always find a way…

ortho is immensely protective over both you as an individual and over your reputation, and is more than willing to utelise every tool he has in his arsenal to keep you safe — both from physical threats and from those attempting to tarnish your reputation. and his efforts at keeping you safe can include everything from immediately correcting anyone who insults you within earshot of him, to placing himself firmly between you and an aggressive party, to calmly doxxing someone who was bothering you online (only in their personal messages, he’s not a monster), to pulling out actual weapons to threaten or take out someone attempting to harm you. so… needless to say you’re in safe hands with this one

he greatly looks forward to the time you two set aside to spend with each other, and he feels his most ‘real’ and ‘human’ when he just gets to hang out with you and act like a normal kid for a while. and most, if not all, of his memories of the two of you are backed up to his high priority memory disk just to make sure he never forgets about them no matter how many updates he receives. he also happily recalls these moments to his parents and older brother whenever he gets back — and they’re all just happy to see him having so much fun

you and his older brother are the two most important people in his life, and with how much he pushes idia to go out and make friends it only stands to reason that he’d eventually start encouraging you to befriend him as well — largely because he strongly believes that you’ll be an excellent influence on the introvert. and if he knows that you’re attracted to men and actively looking for a partner he may even go so far as to try and set you two up on a date (partially because he genuinely thinks you’ll get on, and partially out of a more selfish want to have you as an official sibling). though, obviously, ortho will accept your refusal and won’t push you on the matter if it’s clear you aren’t super enthused about the idea

as his hair is literal flames, unlike the rest of his family, ortho is able to alter the colour of it pretty much at will just by switching out the chemicals being ignited. sometimes he’ll even experiment around with various chemical compositions to see what colours come about as a result, and if the difference is notable enough he may go and seek you out to see your response — especially if he’s managed to make something particularly unusual or ‘adorable’ looking. he also takes suggestions every now and again, and once spent the better part of an entire week with bright purple hair because of an inside joke between the two of you that he took to the furthest possible extreme just because he could

by his own admission, ortho can get into pretty much any type of game that’s put in front of him. but after the two of you become best friends he starts to find himself more drawn to the types of games he knows you tend to enjoy on your own — even holding back on doing his own research on your favourites so you can enjoy explaining the rules and content to him on your own time (which becomes one of the memories he replays the most, up there with some of his birthday memories and some of his favourite hangouts with his older brother)

if you have a more distinct personal aesthetic then there’s a solid chance that after the two of you become close ortho will start pestering idia to make him a new gear that matches with you. which, of course, idia will eventually end up doing because he can’t say no to his baby brother forever. but just know that he will not be best pleased if he needs to make a bunch of intricate decorative pieces to ensure that the new body matches the aesthetic you gravitate towards…

every now and again he will skip his own classes, or his brother’s instead, in favour of following you to yours instead. though he tries not to do this too often, and will only really do it if he thinks the subject your cohort is looking at that day is especially interesting — keeping quiet the whole time as to not give the teacher any reason to kick him out

he is incredibly receptive to any positive feedback or compliments you give to him, sometimes even playing into how young he was made to look just to earn an extra ‘good job’ or head pat from his second favourite person (second only to his older brother, naturally, but don’t take it to heart the guy did literally create him after all) — something that he will intentionally mess with the flame output on his head to safely accomplish

being a technomantic humanoid, ortho is significantly stronger than most humans and, thus, is more than capable of picking you up and flying around with you in his arms if ever you ask him to. and he may even offer to do so if he notices you’re in a low mood and he knows flying around is likely to make you happy. be warned, however, that he can and will intentionally speed up and feign dropping you as a prank — of course he never actually puts you in danger, but if you’re easily startled by that sort of thing maybe you’re better off not accepting his outstretched hand…

with every passing week his list of new gears and attachments seems to grow ever larger, and ortho is always happy to put those new and improved updates to use if it means making his best friend’s life that bit easier. sometimes he will even insist on you staying put while he zips back to ignihyde to switch gears so he can take over a task for you — e.g. moving heavy furniture, doing something that necessitates a high degree of precision, etc.

he put you down in his contacts as some variation of ‘older sibling’ — dependent entirely on how you prefer to be addressed — and his chosen profile picture for you is the most unflattering picture known to man. you’re not even sure how ortho managed to get ahold of it, frankly, but he refuses to change it since it amuses him so much so there’s not much you can do about it… and bribes won’t work either, so good luck

ortho absolutely loves being exposed to new experiences, especially if those experiences happen to line up with common tropes and plot points in the media he and his brother grew up watching, so if you’re the type of person who tends to give your friends nicknames ortho will be practically beaming about it. to the point of gushing to idia about his cool new name, and responding with the most excited glint in his eye whenever you call out for him. yes, even if the nickname is objectively kind of cringe or lame. because his best friend assigned him a new title and that’s awesome, and he will argue with you if you disagree with him

he gives the absolute best gifts because, unlike most people, his memory is pretty much flawless and he’s able to literally replay previous memories he’s collected of you to figure out precisely what you like, what you need, and what will make you the happiest. and with the shroud family’s immense wealth there’s nothing standing between him and getting you the best presents you’ve ever had. and, in return, he’s very appreciative of all the gifts you give to him and will do his absolute best to preserve and display them all — always finding room for them all no matter how crowded his room starts to become over the years

for an entity that can’t really eat, ortho is actually an incredible cook. and provided that you send him the recipe you want him to make and are able to get your hands on the necessary ingredients, he’ll be more than happy to cook and/or bake for you on request. he even takes his time to really study your preferred taste and texture profiles when eating to make sure he gets everything right as he makes your requested dish — because what kind of best friend would he be if he wasn’t thorough?

[cursedcola]

!! VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ!!

Hello, everyone! Can you believe that it's been nearly 5 years since I started this blog on a whim, wanting to write for TWST and post silly things about visual-novel development? I never thought that my writing would attract thousands of wonderful people, neither that my little hobby would lead to writing well over 500K words of content. Between fics, head-cannons, a visual novel, and now a mystery romance that I plan to publish on ao3. It's kind of wild, y'know? I've made some good friends on this site, shared work with some really great mutuals, and really just found lots of love in exploring communities.

Which...now leads me into the second part of this announcement. The part that took days of convincing myself to make, because I was stubborn and prideful and a bit ashamed.

If you've followed me for years, interacted with me, or are one of my good friends -- you know that back in 2023 I was diagnosed with a chronic, autonomic nervous system disorder called POTS (Postural-Orthostatic-Tachycardiac Syndrome). As the years have progressed, it's severity has only gotten worse. I've found my entire life flipped upside down, and when paired with cardiac problems and other issues...ah, it's been a difficullt journey. I had to drop out of college, take loans to pay my bills, and have lost 6 jobs while trying to find one that I can function with. Some I lasted a bit of time at - others I barely started before an accident happened that lead to resigning. One was this past week. My sixth opportunity, I nearly caused an accident that I likely would not have recovered from.

So, I'm out of work with no clear direction for a time. Between my loans, medical costs, and other needs from the past three years - I need to raise about 30k to make a clean slate going forward. I know. It's a hefty sum, but I need to start finding a way. A dollar from ten different means makes 10, which is 10 more than what I started with.

And...I know it's kind of silly. This idea just came to me while I was brainstorming for hours, because I've been writing on here for many years, and I thought 'If I could do a commission for every person who follows me, then it may just be enough'. I feel like those commercials on cable tv that go 'if everyone gave a dollar then all the puppies can have shelter for the winter' - and I used to hate those commercials because they'd make me so sad. Except I understand why they air, because it's true. If everyone who watched them DID donate a dollar, then I bet a lot of dogs would have a warm bed.

Ah. That was slightly off track. My apologies.

SKIP HERE IF YOU DON'T CARE FOR ALL THE CONTEXT. TLDR OR WHATEVER ACRONYM IT IS.

I'm opening commissions. Not just the ones that I had before for fun, but a LOT of quality commissions for what I hope is a fair price.

I'll write pretty much anything.

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At some point I'll be opening for art and comics too. I'm working on a portfolio.

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[polter-g3ist]

Pestilence, the Harbinger of Plague, as your lover:

(I should really start talking about my characters in my own verse more so what better way to talk about one of them in this format :D)

Pestilence is an honest man and he dislikes lying especially when it’s towards you, but he can’t predict how well you’d react to him being an immortal— The embodiment of plague no less. His duties and identity as a Harbinger is second to being your lover. You are of utmost importance in his eyes. After all there’s only ever one of you every century, but even then it wouldn’t be guaranteed you’ll choose him in every lifetime. So he has to make sure to savour every second that passes.

He undergoes a more human name. Pestilence doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue and it’s definitely raise some eyebrows. He goes by the name Visha— a name meaning poison or something toxic in nature. (Very fitting)

Visha adores spending time with you. Every day is a blessing to him and he’s always glued to your side with a bright smile ready to do whatever you desire. He’s completely under your control. If you told him to jump off a cliff, he’d do it without a second to waste. He’ll do anything to please his love. You’ve got him all wrapped around your finger and he loves it.

Quality time, praise, and gift giving are his love languages.

Quality Time:

A date whether it be going out or staying indoors is a guaranteed possible once or twice a week. It definitely feels like he’s love bombing you, but how else is he going to show how much he appreciates you?

Of course, he still respects your own life. He’d give you space and time alone much to his pouts and qualms.

The mundane is what he truly loves doing with you. Somehow doing laundry becomes the highlight of his day. Hugging you from behind while you wash the dishes is his favourite pastime. Holding your hand on the way back from grocery shopping is heaven.

Somehow time feels slow when he’s with you. You will never know how important that means to him.

Praise:

You’ll often find Visha admiring you from afar. When you come close, his fingers trail up and down your skin as if your body was crafted by gods. He showers you with compliments assures you there’s nothing to be insecure about. He’ll love you no matter what shape or form.

He loves that you’re human. Perfectly flawed and all.

Gift Giving:

It’s a given fact that Visha is a hopeless romantic and chivalry sure isn’t dead as long as he’s real. He loves buying you things that remind him of you like plushies, small trinkets, or even flowers he finds on his daily strolls. The flowers he picks are usually the poisonous variety but you oddly find it charming.

Aside from trinkets, buying you clothes and cosmetics are also a favourite of his. Why imagine you wearing the clothes when he could just get them for you? He somehow knows your exact size and you can’t recall ever giving him your measurements but it saves you the hassle.

Some of his gifts are a bit… eccentric at times. One day he gave you a kiss on the lips and you suddenly fell ill. You were bedridden for three days and he sat there by your side, nursing you back to health and holding your hand with that ethereal smile of his.

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In sickness and in health, your happiness is his happiness. Your burdens are his to shoulder as well. If there was anything or anyone that troubled you, he’d simply… nip it in the bud! Loans? All paid off! Back aches? No more! Creepy stalkers? Gone.

He will do whatever it takes in his power to make you live an easy, healthy life full of happiness.

Obsession isn’t the right word— At least not to him. He’s merely trying to be a good lover. At the end of the day, he’s still not human. He’s merely posing as one. He’s been alive longer than the stars that made you, but his love for you is real.

He’s loved you in a thousand lifetimes and he’ll lose you in a thousand more. If you’re not his in this one, then he’ll wait for the next.

What’s a hundred years to an immortal? A concept?

Even if a day passes where you nor he no longer exist, he’ll always love you.

[yoshida-hirofumiii]

I Tripped Down Memory Lane

Chapter 4: South East Asia (part 1)

A/N: I do have a lot of chapters lined up after this but because I’m so busy with school work I don’t have time to write or edit (me n my editor both 🙂‍↕️) over my school work so I apologise for that.

I hope you guys enjoy!

You went downstairs to eat breakfast in an instant but something caught your eye. A golden dragon. It was made up of pure gold, each scale carved in intricately the horns were carved in a special technique, it wasn't made by no ordinary person. You wouldn't dare to touch it.

Nicholas saw that you stopped on the stairs, admiring that masterpiece he kept displayed, behind a glass window, by the staircase. How didn't notice it before? You could only stare. Stare at the precious item in front of you. He looked at your reflection- your beady eyed reflection. It's like he couldn't resist taking it out for you.

He caressed the glass in-front of you making you jump a bit. You hadn't noticed his presence.

"Nicholas. I-I didn't see you there." He laughed softly at your reaction, making you feel even more flustered. How could he look so cute? You've only met him yesterday and you're falling hard.

He used his hair to remove the glass window and took out the dragon. He had gloves on so it didn't taint anything. Then he closed the window back up. You would never get used to that.

"I remember getting it from a country in South East Asia. I had forgotten the name by now." He walked downstairs with it to the lunch hall, taking it farther away from you. You kept staring at the dragon, mesmerised by its beauty, that you tripped on one of the stairs with your slipper.

He caught you with his hair, wrapping them around your hands and legs and kept you upright before you could fall again.

"Watch your step, sweetie." At this rate you could marry him with the way things are going. He also blushed at that statement.

You guys got to the dinner table. He continued drinking his blood, mourning the loss of real food to the tongue. Whilst you on the other hand, you were stuffing your mouth. Meat, melting in your mouth with each chew and wine that felt so silky smooth that your mouth was expanding with flavours.

Those were your favourites for obvious reasons. It made you feel rich. Made you feel wealthy. Best of all made you feel powerful. You could conquer the world with the way you were eating.

You could see Nicholas being jealous as well as being embarrassed for you. Then he tried to stifle is laugh hearing the last part, you knew you sounded pathetic but he laughing was a bit too much.

You were about to throw food at him across the room but you realised that was bad manners and it was already bad enough that he couldn't savour it. So you finished the rest and taunted him even further.

"One question. How do you still have maids to this day?" His ears perked up like an excited dog, seeing his owner again.  You didn't know why that excited him, but you guessed it was an interesting question.

"The reason why is because the Author decided that it would be nice for me to have a bunch of "Familiars" , that I saved centuries ago, in place for me when I woke up." Author? Now he's starting to sounds crazy. Even the maids were concerned and thought it was a biproduct of him waking up. He looked upset you doubted him but you just went along with it.

"Ok ok you're not crazy. Come on let's check into the memory of this item." You hesitantly placed one hand on the dragon and then put two fingers on his forehead and focused carefully.

You felt yourself being transported into a warm place. An abnormally warm place you were sweating. You opened your eyes. The sun was being covered by the the cloud yet the weather was so humid. The heat was so intense it was something you hadn't felt in ages. The sounds of people cheering flooding the streets. The Khaen being played in celebration, drums playing along to the beat. You wondered what happened.

You were too focused on the heat and the environment that you didn't see Nicholas passed out next you. You used your body to shade him from the sun with all your effort but it was only able to cover half of him.

Nevertheless you had to look at his memory and when he got the gift.

You could see Nicholas walking with a man. The man shirt and trousers were covered in burn marks. He was a bit shorter than Nicholas. His skin was tan his hair was jet black but a bit overgrown. He had a fit build and his eyes were very dark brown. He did look attractive in some standards.

As soon as you said that in your head, Nicholas stood up and looked annoyed. That's what got him up? You scoffed to yourself.

Nicholas quite literally looks the same as the memory version of himself. He really doesn't age either. You could see he held the umbrella over himself, laughing and chatting away with the man. He was also annoyed that was the only thing you could say about him that he started sulking.

Behind you because he would practically disintegrate.

You looked around for any flag that you could see. You could see the flag for the country. It has 3 elephants, two facing away from the opposite direction and one elephant facing towards you. They had an umbrella shared between the 3 of them. The flag was bright red as the background.

That flag! You needed to draw that map too as well as remember the guys face. You were glad that you had gotten the information you need. Now you need to get out of this memory.  You turned to him to see him still sulking. You squeezed his cheeks and ears.

"Don't worry Nicholas, I only said he was attractive. This doesn't mean you weren't the cutest thing that happened to me!" You cringed at what you said but if it was to make him better it worked.

His eyes formed these big dark red circles you didn't know it was humanly possible. Even vampiricly possible. His smile reached from cheek to cheek, showing his fanged delight.

"So let's leave this memory now, ok?" He nodded eagerly as he squeezed you tightly, before you had to tell him you needed to touch his forehead to get back.

When you guys got back from the memory, you asked the maids politely for 2 papers and pen and began trying to sketch out what the man looked like. It wasn't that great but it was going to do. You also used the other paper to draw out the flag that you saw. It caught the eyes of one of the maids.

"Isn't that the flag of Laos? Once formerly known as Kingdom of Lan?" You knew that country sounded familiar! You need this maid on a trip with them. But you'd feel bad for the other 2 who wouldn't be able to come.

You looked to Nicholas, who was in his own world, clearly trying to replay the words in his head. You had to shake him to get his attention with the way it looked like stars were in his eyes.

When he finally snapped out of it, he planned out the journey in an instant. It was the quickest you had seen him focussing. He saw the photo of the man you attempted to draw. He wanted to compliment it, but he knew he couldn't let it stand, since it really wasn't that great. He fixed up the feature and presented it to you.

If he wasn't a vampire, you would've been convinced he was Da Vinci in disguise.

"We are setting sail to LAOS!"

[squirrelioo]

Hi! love love your work btw anyway can I request some cute dating hcs with kurako from princess jellyfish! Hope you have a good day/night (๑>◡<๑)



KURONOSUKE “KURAKO” KOIBUCHI IS THE TYPE OF GUY TO…

ahhh i’m so glad you requested for kurako, val! i had a lot of fun writing these and going back through the manga, literally the series has become a favorite of mine since reading it for the first time a bit ago. i love the message it sends <3

kurako is the type of guy to… become flustered when you talk about your interests so happily, finding it devastatingly cute. the way your eyes light up, the way you begin to stumble over your words from how much joy you’re experiencing, the way your hands are so animatedly moving around — it makes the rosiness of his blush increase tenfold. he may have to excuse himself, going to a private location just to punch the wall because your adorable nature nearly just killed him. you just nearly killed him with love, how barftastic.

kurako is the type of guy to… leave lipgloss stains when he kisses you on the cheek. while not always intentional, he thinks your reactions are rather charming. flushed cheeks, jaw dropped, eyes widened; all examples of your cuteness. though, kurako knows how frustrating it can be when a look is thrown off by a new variable. he may at times rub the lipgloss off, but a part of him wants to simply cover your face in kisses all over again. hmm, decisions decisions…

kurako is the type of guy to… memorize your habits, simply because he stares too long by accident. he can be quite observant, him having even learned your routines by now. but, it’s not just the routines he remembers. he knows how you most enjoy your favorite drink, if you prefer pickle or no pickle, what your go to outfits are — simply because he can’t help but take notice of your every move. you’re so beautiful, and stupidly cute. perhaps it is also stupidly cute how he commits your habits to memory, as well.

kurako is the type of guy to… make you realize your beauty if you don’t already recognize it yourself. he is in the definite belief that all girls can be beautiful, this applies to you as well — no matter what your gender is. if you don’t see how beautiful you are, then kurako will have to make you believe it. there are so many things that can make one beautiful; personality, looks, but most of all — their heart. sure, you can slap as much makeup as you want on someone’s face but that won’t change who they truly are. therefore, your heart is the most beautiful thing about you.

kurako is the type of guy to… often think about his mother, and how much she would love you. you are the one who allows kurako to truly be himself, with no limitations or scorn for his love of fashion. his inspirations had always come from his mothers closet of dresses and wares, yet since meeting you — you had become his inspiration too. he wonders, if his mom had been here with him, would she see the beauty you hold too? she had to, right? every person can be beautiful. he would love for her to meet you someday, introduce her to the person who had become his partner, his best friend, and cherished one.

kurako is the type of guy to… be quite jealous when another is flirting with you. a part of him becomes angry at himself when he gets this way, having a mental battle while you ward said flirter off. however, when he sees that you’re uncomfortable then he will immediately tell the person to back off. no one in their right mind should harass someone, especially when said someone is clearly holding hands with the prettied up guy next to them! if he wasn’t so cordial that day, then he might’ve swung.

kurako is the type of guy to… let you borrow his clothes, sometimes even insist that you do. fashion is for anyone, which means that when you have wonderful pieces of clothing; you share them with your beloved. he may lend you one of his fancy blazers or intricately crafted hats, but this is not all. what he finds most adorable is when you borrow his casual clothes, his oversized t-shirt that he wears to bed may be found on you instead. there may be a little explosion that goes off in his mind when he finds you doing so, the guy nearly dying from cuteness aggression.

kurako is the type of guy to… have you lean on his shoulder when you’re feeling upset. while there aren’t always words that can soothe a person, holding them as they process their feelings can. being alone can at times make the feeling worse, so he wants to be there for you all that he can. if simply leaning your head on his shoulder as you cry is enough for you, then it is enough for him.

kurako is the type of guy to… love prettying you up, putting his whole heart and soul into creating a look suited to someone as precious as you. every ounce of love he feels for you is poured into making you feel your most beautiful, whether it be through a full makeover or not. he will never force you to wear makeup, or wear a specific dress that you dislike — he only wants you to feel your most confident. this is what truly brings him joy, seeing you let your true self show without limitation.

kurako is the type of guy to… have been flocked by the ladies his whole life, but now only has his sights set on you. after sometime, the same state of affairs can become boring and outdated. eventually, there will be a desire for change. and that’s when you came into his life. just as he had changed you, you had changed him. you both had helped each other grow a pair of wings and fly off to pursue what you both loved, finding true happiness. there’s no one else he would rather be with when he has you.

squirrelioo ° ༄.ೃ࿔ - please do not plagiarize my works.

[raniimotia]

Riddle with a s/o who is really into Japanese idols? Headcannons for these pls!!

╭┈◦❥ • A concert for the Queen

・❥ Pairing: Riddle Rosehearts × Reader

・❥ Author's note: not too well versed in J-music or J-pop so I hope this is still to your liking,

Riddle stared at you, mildly bewildered as you squealed over a new album which you were flaunting proudly, waving it in his face. Absorbing roughly half of your rambles mixed between your excited squealing.

"I finally got the album! I've wanted this one for so long! I pre-ordered it ages ago and it's finally here!!" You were practically squirming in your seat with excitement, embracing the plastic casing against yourself as thought it were the most valuable thing in the world.

"Ah, this is the album you mentioned to me a few weeks ago at an unbirthday party, no?" Riddle spoke, setting down his tea cup with a 'clink!', recognising the case as the one you had showed him online some time ago with equal enthusiasm.

You perked up at his recollection, you had baisically spent atleast thirty minutes of the unbirthday party info-dumping about your new favourite group and how this album was their best yet, making sure to lay the glaze thick on your oshi. "Yes! Aw, you remembered!"

At that Riddle preened, a proud smile gracing his lips as his cheeks flushed slightly. "Well of course I did"

Riddle himself isn't all too familiar with Idol culture, he didn't exactly grow up exposed to much media, he didnt even really grow up watching cartoons like regular children so this is still very new to him- though now with more exposure, he often hears his dormmates talk about popular songs and genres, so when you ramble about your favourite group or a new song, he's not entirely ignorant even if he is somewhat clueless on the topic.

Him asking you for insight on the topic made for a good bonding moment, a good parnter must be in tune with their partner's interests! He is a very good listener and is better at remembering.

On that note, Riddle had made various mental notes of which idols seemed to be the object of your attention, remembering names and whatnot of whoever is your favourite or current favourite if your the type to rotate frequently. He always pays attention to detail. It's cute watching him listen to you talk with such a focused expression.

Riddle actually appreciates your admiration for the idols that catch your eye- they must have put lots of effort into their singing and dance performances, it's only right they get the right amount of appreciation! Though he may not understand your fascination entirely, he definitely does not judge.

If you are the type of person to collect merchandise of your favourite Idol or group, he definitely admires your set up of all your memorabilia, presentation is key in Heartslyble afterall.

Though he may not be as well versed in idol culture, Riddle could certainly see the appeal of a good song. He finds himself listening to the some of the songs you recommend out of his own volition. Specifically the kind of music that resembles classical music or anything "fancy" but he also enjoys anything quite soft and "cute", he listens to the playlist the two of you share whilst he gets himself ready in the mornings.

Riddle would often seeks to consult his upper classemen, Cater in order to better verse himself in your interests given the gingers role in the Light Music Club. And of course, Cater was more than happy to help his cute little Dormleader!

It was quite endearing how intensely Riddle was listening to his explanation, you'd think he was going to start taking notes like this was a seminar! Cater was almost tempted into taking a photo of his Dormleader's focused face, but he'd rather keep his head.

Just as luck would have it, your favourite group was going to have a concert soon, in your area on top of that! Of course you were very quick to snag tickets, Two to be precise.

Naturally, You brought Riddle along, who only needed a little convincing to make up his mind and join you. You promised to make his first concert experience his best!

Riddle being the worrytart he was made sure to bring everything- powerbank, water, snacks, ear buds, antibacterial wipes and.. yeah you get the idea, he was very adamant on being prepared. He was taking it all so seriously, it was sweet.

Once the concert started, you were practically beaming in your spot, waving your lightstick around and making sure to take a plethora of photos and videos of the event. Riddle seemed to follow your lead, you even got him to sing along with some of the songs.

Though eventually..  the music was nice but it was getting to be a little too much, combined with the bright flashes of colour and crowds of people, it was getting overwhelming- though he had to admit the Idol's singing and dancing was impressive, he found himself growing exhausted by the whole ordeal very quickly.

He looked over to where you stood beside him, beaming with your lightstick waving in the air whilst you sang along. He couldn't help but smile, alright, if it meant seeing you all giddy and excited perhaps he could endure a little longer..

As the concert continued you noticed Riddle had gotten quieter and waved his light stick with less and less enthusiasm. You lowered your lightstick and took his hand, reading his expression instantly and tugging him through the rows and out the exit, you could always finish the performance live anyway.

Leaving early didn't hinder your post concert gitters however-

"Did you see how cute they were all dressed? Their hair and makeup didn't even budge the whole time-! I seriously need to stalk their makeup artists page to see what products they used-!" You rambled, tapping away at your phone screen looking at all the posts flooding your feed about the concert.

"Yes, not to mention they sang quite well despite how much they were moving, they must've have trained very hard for this concert" Riddle mused, using his free hand to take a sip from the water bottle he had brought along, his other arm linked with yours as you both made your way to wait for your train back to get back to Night Raven.

After favouriting a handful of posts, you slid your phone into your pocket and moved to wrap both your arms around Riddle's arm, giving him an affectionate squeeze. You tilted your head and peered at him with a grin. "I had so much fun, I'm really happy you came with me- I got to see my fav with the cutest boy ever with me!"

Riddle's voice caught in his throat as his face went beet red, he swiftly turned his face away from you, hiding his fluster. "W-well! I cannot deny i quite enjoyed myself," You heard him audibly gulp as he turned his face back to you. "Hopefully, next time shall be just as fun"

Next time, he wanted to go again! You squealed and gave him another squeeze, you were already looking forward to it.

[raniimotia]

Love at first laugh

How you met your darling husband

・❥ C/W: Insecurity (on reader's side), he's kind of mean at first, spelling + grammar mistakes i wrote this half asleep

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Unlike most couples, your first meeting with your husband was far from sweet.

You were barely getting by, mentally at your lowest. A lackluster student at some medicore University, you weren't anything special- mediore grades, mediocre looks, mediocre personality.

The constant weight of survival on your shoulders. Juggling a part time job, classes and studying- with a measly few hours for your sleep and eating, and maybe if you were really, really lucky, the opportunity to breathe for just a minute. You're balancing on a tight rope destined to snap.

You were hoping the tight rope would atleast hold on a little longer. It snapped, but the fall wasn't quite as bad as you were expecting.

After another soul sucking shift at your part time job, you made your way to the train station. Dragging your feet along the pavement, limbs heavy and head aching, the cold autumn wind blowing against your face as the streetlights flickers. Finally, you arrived at the station to see-

You missed your train.

You barely had time to react before the train doors closed and the vehicle began to move. It was the last train for the night.

The world really just enjoyed making life hard for you.

"... ew" 

You snapped your head around to the sound of anothers voice. You made direct eye contact with him, woah- you'd never seen someone so beautiful even whilst making such a disgusted face. If it weren't for the fact you were unfortunately very much sober and awake, you'd thing he was some exhaustion induced hallucination. Like seriously, how could someone look so elegant under artificial lighting in a dingy train station this late.

You immediately wiped your eyes, huh? They were wet. You hadn't even realised you had started crying- is that what he was so disgusted by? A part of you felt humiliated to be so pathetic infront of someone so pretty. But honestly, you were past the point of caring.

Your shoulders began to shake, your vision began to blur further and you let out a pathetic whine- you were ugly crying at god knows what hour, in a dingy train station, infront of the most beautiful stranger you had ever seen.

He stares at you blankly for a few moments, eyebrow raised and wondering if he should leave. The group he had been clubbing with had failed to entertain him in the slightest and dragged him out later than he wanted, so he ditched them and went to the nearest train station.

Unfortunately for him, he had missed the train for the night- now he was stuck here with some snotty stranger who he couldn't tell was sober or not.

He watched as you pitifully wiped your streaked cheeks, continuing to sniffle and hic.

"Frick my life, can I just die already.." You whimpered into your palms. That... that was the funniest thing he had heard all night.

Suddenly the sound of your crying was outshined by an almost wicked cackle. You looked at the stranger again, this time he was laughing, at you, like you crying was the funniest thing he had seen all night.

Unbeknownst to you, it was the funniest thing he had seen all night. You had made him laugh harder than any of those low lives he hung out with for entertainment.

At his laughter you started crying harder- a pang of pity hit his heart as he wiped his tears. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out a small antibacterial wipe pack, for when he needed to wipe down any area his "friends" has touched.

"Unfortunately I don't carry any tissues with me in this moment- hopefully this will do" He chuckled under his breath, more to himself than to you as he pinched your sleeve to pull your hand away from your face, using the wipe to carefully wipe your snotty nose.

You let him, having no energy to fight being cooed over by a stranger. He pulled away and inspected your face, taking note of something before he tossed the used wipe aside into the near by bin and reached into his pocket.

Pulling out his phone, one of the latest models might I add, you got scared for a second that he was going to take a photo of you teary and sour faced. He punched in a few digits, bringing the phone to his ear as he tugged you by the arm outside the station. "What's your address? Let me call you a taxi and drop you home"

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You thought he was mean after that- he laughed at you crying, of course you were going to be salty.

But it was short lived, that's because your husband, despite how gaudy and shallow he seemed at first, was incredibly sweet. You found yourself recivecing regular good morning texts after he took your phone right from your hands and punched in your digits into his phone, he'd invite you out and feed you meals and desserts from all sorts of nice places and most importantly, he played games with you.

You found yourself hanging out less with your friends, not because you didn't love them but because it just felt so nice to have someone's undivided attention, someone's interest for something more than just to see if you'll cover their shift, if you have the notes they wanted.

Right now, four years later with a wedding ring and all cozy in bed, you couldn't be any more content with life.

"Okay, I got some dye and wool- I'm gonna set spawn in our base now.." you mumbled to yourself, laser focused on the screen as you popped the dye, wool and wood you had skillfully gathered into the crafting table and made yourself a bed in your signature colour. Placing it into the corner of the house your husband had built whilst you worked on a farm.

Just as you did so, your husband's avatar came beside you and placed down a purple bed beside yours. His avatar turned to face you, you turned to face him where he sat beside you on the bed.

"There, now we're next to each other" He met your gaze with a smile, his laptop resting on his stomach. You squealed and leaned in to press against the side of his face, clamping your teeth down on the fat of his cheek.

"Quit that! I just finished my skincare regime!-"

[raniimotia]

The first of many

・❥ life is beating my ass, have this spur of the moment slop, tw for cringe and spelling mistakes.

Your first kiss with your now husband was sweet- not bold, not breath taking, just sweet. It was just right, you find yourself thinking back to it fondly.

His breath warm against your skin, if you hadn't been so laser focused, you would've missed the slight quiver of his lips, he was nervous.

His nose brushing yours for just a second as he finally went in for the kill. Your heart nearly exploded as your lips touched, he was warm. His hands didn't linger, didn't explore nor cling to you. Instead his fingers found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a memorised pattern.

The kiss was almost devastatingly chaste, the gesture laced with nothing but timid affection, tasting this newfound feeling and finding comfort in it. No further want or desire behind it, just a shared tenderness.

The moment, the fuzzy feeling in your chest, the raw vulnerability. It was all so warm. He didn't deepen the kiss, didn't move, his lips just against yours. Soaking in your affection for a few more seconds than necessary, he pulled back just enough to take in your features.

You held his gaze for a moment, sharing a look of longing for a moment before you leaned in to close the distance. Pressing your forehead against his, slowly beginning to nuzzle your noses together.

You didn't kiss him again in that moment, you didn't need to. That moment sealed the deal, you knew there were many more to come.

[raniimotia]

Hello! I'd like to request a fluffy oneshot for GN!Reader/Yuu × Idia Shroud where the two of them have been dating for a few months now, but something comes up to the point that Yuu is now very mad at Idia and starts ignoring him. Idia's really shocked because he hadn't expected a grumpy personality to come from someone so sweet — so he starts practically begging them for forgiveness. It takes a while because Yuu's really bothered by him, but eventually, they fold and forgive him 😽.

╭┈◦❥ • You've been invited by Gloomurai, accept?

・❥ Pairing: Idia Shroud × Yuu!Reader

・❥ Content warning: the big three of relationship issues: miscommunication (kinda), silent treatment and one-sided effort (or feelings of it anyway), mild angst(?) With comfort/happy ending! Idia Is probably ooc sorry, cringe and spelling mistakes probably

・❥ Author's note: I really liked this.. im an idia hater I swear...!! Also very sorry for the delay ☹

You liked Idia, you really did- hell, you were confident enough to say you really did love him. In the few months you guys had been an official couple, having been suspiciously close friends for even longer before this, you had grown really fond of him and his ways.

Most of his ways at least.

The thing was, Idia despite his attempts to be sweet, was still flawed at the end of the day.

The overly sympathetic part of you wanted to cut him some slack.. but it had been months of this now, with little improvement. To Idia, letting you into his safe haven and hanging out with you, y'know, in person, was peak romance. He doesn't do that with just anybody! You're special. And you understood that. But like.. that's it, he made no other attempts at showing you affection other than letting you give him a smoocheroo or cuddle him.

You'd try gently proving and hinting you wanted to do other things as a couple but...

"Ha? A date outside? Hell nah" He'd say, or at least something to that effect whenever you even suggested it. He didn't even think about it, not even for a second- continuing to smash away at the controller, the screen displaying "YOU WIN" for the nth time in a row from whatever game he was playing this time. You understood he couldn't go out, you just wished he was a little nicer about shutting you down.

You would routinely come over after class. You enjoyed your dates together, that wasn't for debate, it was just... they felt more like hang outs between casual friends than romantic dates, and sometimes it felt more like he was tolerating your presence. Always within his range of comfort. You knew that was just how he was, blunt and recluse, he didn't mean to be mean with how sometimes he'd snap at you, or say something too unfiltered. But it still made you feel bad and it was getting a little frustrating, scratch that, really frustrating. It felt like you were the only one really putting any effort in.

Today, Crowley had dumped the task of overseeing one of the many school events coming up onto you which meant what little time you got to sit down and breathe would be fragmented even further, Grim had earned you a scolding by messing up one of your experiments during Professor Crewel's lesson and you had tripped down the last few stairs in a rush to get to lesson. It was as though this twisted world was deliberately trying to break you down. You'd innocently thought that your boyfriend would see the exhaustion on your face and show you that at least someone cared that you were tired and overworked.

You'd clearly overestimated him.

You both sat on the floor beside his bed, beside each other. His eyes practically glued to the screen, if it weren't for the fact he had handed you a controller you wouldn't have even known he acknowledged your presence. Moments later you heard the victory music playing, some new game update that he'd been waiting on or something that he wanted to play with you. You didn't bother listening to him ramble this time. Nothing new, this is how most of your time together was, in front of a screen either playing a game and watching something.

Usually it was nice, a break from being Crowley's little helper or Grim's henchman, playing with him or listening to him whisper random bits of lore to you when watching whatever anime was currently on his rotation whilst sat on his bed together, usually you would listen and indulge him. Today was not one of those days, you just didn't have the energy.

"Heh, too eez" He snickered to himself, fingers moving across the controller at light speed as he completed another raid, you were there too. Except unlike every other day you weren't even trying, just there, both in game and in person. He was doing all the work, not that it was hard for him to complete a raid all on his own.

"Didn't you say you had a game like this back in your world? Thought you'd be better at this LOL, try harder this next round-" You hadn't said anything since entering his room, had he really not noticed that you were upset..? There was a chance he had and was ignoring it, neither thought made you feel better. He literally just handed you a controller and started playing with you, you hadn't even done anything except follow him around in game.

Placing down the controller, you stood up. Now that caught him off guard, he looked up at you before looking back at the loading screen then back at you, clearly very confused. "Huh-? What's wrong? We're about to start our fourth round-" 

"I think it's better if I go back to Ramshackle" You didn't even turn to look at him. He winced at your tone, you sounded mad. Clearly he had made an error somewhere. He put the controller down and awkwardly got up to linger behind you as you knelt down to slip your shoes back on.

"D-did I say something..? I was focused on the game-" He stammered, clearly caught off guard at your sudden

"I've been upset since the moment I walked in and you didn't even notice- you just handed me a controller and didn't even- it's.. whatever, Grim probably needs me or something" And with that, you left.

Idia stood dumbfounded as you promptly shut the door on him. He'd never seen you anything but jolly, okay there were times where you were sad or irritated- but angry? This was a first, and he was very much at a loss.

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Idia was beside himself. It had been days now, you wouldn't speak to him. He'd royally messed up and there was no restart button for him to press.

Ragequitting games he could easily complete, no longer interested in his weekly rewatch of his favourite horse girl anime, he was just moping around about how much of an idiot he was for not doing more when you were upset. He thought you'd like to be distracted! He didn't know how to approach you so he thought a game would help! That maybe playing a game would take your mind off whatever was bothering you.. He always logs onto his favourite game or switches on his favourite band whenever he's mad and-

Emotions were so complicated, relationships were so complicated.. he groaned into his pillow.

He felt really bad, really, really bad. He'd never been ignored by you before- you've huffed and bickered before. But this time you were actually mad, and he didn't know what to do. You were always so jolly, it was almost uncanny to see you this upset. Part of him wanted to be embarrassed to be this emotional over some relationship, but you were different... you weren't just some normie friend or one of his favourite characters with cool design.

You were just so.. you and he really, really liked you. The idea of you getting sick of him made him feel even worse. He groaned into his pillow again. 

Ortho stood in front of his brother's bed, concern etched into the metal of his features- The fact he hadn't even bothered with any of his games or shows, and the fact you hadn't come over in days made him worry.

"Big bro?" Ortho approached the easy sheets Idia was currently cocooned in. Lifting up the blanket ever so lightly to peek at the brooding boy beneath.

"I messed up big time Ortho.. I dunno what to do.." Idia didn't meet his brother's eyes. Ortho was far from stupid, he had a feeling he knew what was wrong. Whatever it was, he wanted to see you and his brother happy again.

"What happened? Did you say something that the Prefect misunderstood?" The robo-boy tilted his head at his brother.

"No.. i-..." With a heavy sigh Idia finally looked up at his brother, guilty all over his features. "They think I don't care about them- and now they won't talk to me, I dunno what to do... I really don't wanna lose 'em" He was embarrassed hearing himself speak, but it was true, the idea of letting someone into his haven just for them to finally get sick of him. The thought made him unbearably upset.

Ortho stared, clearly in thought for a moment, patting his brother's head the boy sighed. "I will speak to the Prefect, they like you just as much as you like them- I'm sure this can be dealt with and moved past"

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It had been two weeks by now. And you hadn't gone to visit Idia once let alone speak with him.

He tried to talk to you, he'd send invites for you to join him on games which would go ignored, sent you a dozen or so messages which were also ignored, Ortho trying to invite you over which you would try to skillfully decline and even having snacks delivered to Ramshackle which were usually stolen by Grim but you didn't really care. It didn't make you feel any better, though you couldn't help but feel guilty for making poor Ortho worry, you could tell he was worried about his brother.

"Whatever Idia did or said, I promise he didn't intend to hurt your feelings!" Ortho had managed to corner you in an empty hall after class, Grim had scurried away in a hurry, leaving with Ace and Deuce for lunch. He clasped your hands in his, the metal cold against your skin. "Please just speak with him, Prefect! He's really upset, just speak with him so he can understand where he made his error-"

You couldn't look at the boy, avoiding eye contact as he stared at you with furrowed brows. You didn't really know how to explain all the issues you had up until this point- especially to your boyfriend's younger brother, that'd just be weird. "He just... I just need some space, i know it's mean to ignore him but.. it's not really something he did-" It's what he doesn't do, but you couldn't exactly say that.

Your words seemed to make Ortho pause, he'd been trying to gently prod and see what was bothering you. You were clearly still mad, he could tell by the spike in your heart rate and increase in blood pressure when he mentioned Idia's name.

"I see.." Ortho didn't let go of your hands just yet, seeming to process your words carefully. He cares for his brother, but that didn't mean he'd ignore how you felt. "I don't like seeing Idia this upset, nor do I like seeing you frustrated..  Just promise me you'll speak to him"

With a sigh, you nodded. But that wasn't enough for the boy in front of you.

"Pinky promise?" He let go of your hands, now holding out his own with his metal pinky extended. You couldn't help but smile, reaching out and locking your pinky with his. "Pinky promise"

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Grim had been tucked in for the night, his snoring muffled as you gently closed the door to your shared bedroom.

You couldn't sleep, nothing new, you had always been the restless type. Which had made staying up late for movie marathons and late nights gaming with Idia so much easier- but you tried not to think about those moments, you were still mad.

You crept your way down to the common room. You had long gotten comfortable with the dim halls and eerie silence of Ramshackle. Plopping yourself down onto the sofa with a squeal of the cushion springs, you grabbed the controller from the console Idia had gifted you some time ago.

You logged back on. Wincing at the sudden beam of bright light assaulting your eyes.

Unsurprisingly, Idia was online and he had sent you another request.

You've been invited by Gl00murai.exe to play 'Im sorry plz join', do you accept this invite?

Well this was new. His previous invites had all been of games you mentioned liking. You recalled your promise to Ortho, so you pressed accept.

You were quickly generated into a new world. As the world loads in you find your avatar stood in a.. virtual café? Upon closer inspection, it was a cat cafe! The same one you had tried to get him to go to with you on a date, it looked just like the photos you had showed him online when trying to convince him to spend time with you outside his room, all the cats you had shown him on the catalogue were there, roaming around, everything was so detailed. You saw Idia’s avatar stood just a few feet away from yours, all those dark colours stuck out like a sore thumb in such a cutesy setting.

A message popped up in chat.

Gl00marui.exe :

I tried to order you those pancakes you wanted to try from the Cat Café you wanted to go to but I saw it was closed for renovations. So I created an interactive 3D model of the place 4 u. 

Gl00murai.exe is typing...

He was typing, you took a moment to turn your perspective in game to look around the virtual Café. It was all so detailed, the wallpaper looked just like photos with all the same plants and decor, the virtual cats were so cute with each having their own mechanics, one loafing, another at the cat scratcher- it was all so animated, how long did this take to make?

Gl00marui.exe:

I'm really sorry if I made you feel like I didn't care.

You stared at the screen, he was apologising finally, so he knew what he did wrong. You knew this was his own way of saying sorry, meaning the game, the time and effort it must've taken him- but.. you couldn't let go of the frustration that easily.

Into_the_Yuuniverse:

I don't forgive you. You're going to have to do a lot more than just make a game if you actually want to show me you care.

His avatar stood still for a moment. Sure, the game thing was nice but it'd take a lot more to actually make you feel better.

Eventually another message popped up on the chat.

Gl00murai.exe:

I get it. Ur one of my favourite people and you make me really happy, I don't want to lose u. Plz just let me try and fix my mistakes, ur important to me.

Gl00murai.exe:

Omg this is so corny I'm sorry

That, you couldn't be too mad at that. He was trying. You let out a soft sigh, you had been grumpily brooding to yourself for two whole weeks.. you figured you couldn't be mad at him for trying even if it wasn't what you needed to forgive him.

Into_the_Yuuniverse:

You better make it up to me. And the improvements better be permanent

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You weren't ignoring him as heavily anymore. Actually replying to his messages, sometimes accepting his game invites and staying up late into the night playing together like before- but you still hadn't gone back to his dorm. You were still mad.

Once again, you found yourself creeping down the rickety stairs of Ramshackle with left Grim snoring in your shared bedroom. Once you reached downstairs you made your way to your sofa, the springs squeaking under your weight, you turn on your console and

-Huh? Idia's not online, you frowned. Whatever, he's maybe sleeping for once or doing something else..

A knock on the door. At this hour? Is your first thought, who the hell is walking around the Night Raven Campus at this time? Let alone coming to Ramshackle, if they were trying to rob you they were better off heading for Crowley's office but that was beside the point.

Putting the console down, you stood up and crept towards the door, you really needed to harass Crowley about getting you a peep hole to make sure whoever was at the door wasn't trying to kill you. You heard some familiar voices mumbling on the other side, you opened the door and much to your surprise, you see Idia with Ortho right beside him.

"Surprise!" Ortho whisper-cheers, you blink a few times as you looked between the two wearing their pajamas, seemingly reading your mind Ortho adds quickly, "Instead of having to come to our dorm all the time, we came to yours!"

Idia, who to be quite frank looked like he was in between wanting to throw up and melt, held up a pink box towards you with his signature blue hair pink at the tips, he managed to force out a coherent sentence.  "I brought you cake... uh, from that one Café you wanted to go to.. uh, two actually, your favourite flavour.."

You stared at him for a second, he must've really tried to deal with his anxiety and feelings to come all this way for you, with cake, in the exact flavour you wanted to try.. in his PJs.. yeah, you couldn't be mad. 

With a squeal you yanked him in by the arm, Ortho happily following along. Idia, now in the confines of four walls, no longer in the wild, let out a heavy sigh of relief as he set the cake box down with what little force he had left in him. Seeing your screen on with a game ready to be played seemed to make him lighten up, Ortho immediately flew to the kitchen to go grab some utensils so you didn't have to claw your way through the cakes you got like some fiend.

That left you alone with Idia, he looked at you, you looked at him.

"Oh, c'mere you!" You couldn't help but break into a big fat grin, stretching out your arms and enveloping him into a big 'ol hug. Giving him a big squeeze, with only a little effort lifting him off the ground and swaying slightly which earned you a gurgled scream from Idia.

"Down-! Put me down-!!" Which you did, mumbling something about being sorry for ignoring him. Just in time, Ortho came floating back in with some clean utensils looking mildly bewildered as to why his brother looks even more like he's about to melt into the floor. The boy seemed to light up, noting his brother's pink-tipped hair and your big smile. "Ah! Have you two made up?"

"Mhm!" You nodded, interlocking your arm with Idia's and gave it a squeeze before tugging him along to the couch, which he promptly flopped onto. Going all this was clearly exhausted him in every sense, you felt slightly guilty he went all this way for you.

He accepted the controller from you with a grin forming on his face, you sat down beside him and interlinked your arms together. You were going to finish that game from before. You were going to catch up on all those late nights that you lost, with cake!

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[sabi-chan3]

I think… I miss my wife….

[lovelybrooke]

Originally I made this long post about how I thought Minajael would be really loving but I think something that he's conflicted with is his love for you and his desire for freedom.

Obviously, I'm making broad sweeping generalization because we really know nothing about him, but we know in Aladdin Jasmine struggles with her desire for freedom and her love for Aladdin. Of course, Aladdin literally represents freedom to her, and I think that translates a lot to Minajeal's relationship and feelings for you.

I kinda Minajael as someone who would enter into a lot of relationships after joining RSA in order to express his newfound freedom outside of his parent's control. He has a lot of suitors and his parents want him to get married as soon as possible because he's literally a prince, so this act of rebellion would make sense. But that's what I think restrict these relationships, they are purely rebellion. They are his versions of Jasmine sneaking out into the Bazaar, he wants to experience a life that he knows he'll never really get to have. I don't think he's cruel, where he's playing with these's peoples hearts or emotions, but I think he someone who tries to have all these different life experiences in the short amount of time he's at RSA in order to broaden his very small worldview. The act of it being something quick and fleeting is what gives him his freedom, knowing that he can't be "tied down" metaphorically. He desires a life where he isn't being haunted by pressure and expectations, and in those few moments where he belongs to someone else, he gets that freedom.

Now I still think Minajael would be loving, I just think that process would be a slow one. I don't think he's someone to fall for someone at first sight, especially when it comes to you, the prefect. Fundamentally your existence in this world is fleeting, theres a chance you could leave at any point. In many ways, you are Minajael's ideal, you're not tied to anything. That's what pushes him towards you, I don't think he would immediately have feelings per se, he wants to understand and experience, what he views as an unburdened life. You have no magic, you have no history, you are simply a person who exists and that's really appealing to him. So he goes through the motions of being charming and handsome and appealing, just to realize you don't care because you don't know him as anything other than Kalim's cousin. And that's where the feelings come in.

I personally hate that trope, because I think it's very lazy to have a character fall for someone because they aren't like other people they've met before, but I think it works in those like Kalim and Minajael's case because they are very sheltered individuals. In the most neutral way possible, they grew up as extremely wealth people, and Minajael is a literal prince. Saying that he's spoiled is like saying Leona is spoiled. Minajeal has likely had most things handed to him, and while I've read he's apparently skipped grades to graduate high school, meaning he's very smart, that doesn't mean he isn't a bit spoiled, and that translates to his relationships. Minajael is pretty, he knows this, and his life has given him the confidence he needs to get into relationships with others pretty easily. But when it comes to you he doesn't desire to do that. He doesn't want to sweep you off your feet and romance you, he wants your life, and so he forms a friendship with you on the basis of living through you. With you, he can simply be a person and I think that towers over any romantic relationship he could have with you.

Slowly, he starts to realize he doesn't want you to leave, he hates the idea of you not sticking around. He finds himself consumed by texting and calling you during the week, spending all his time sneaking around to Ramshackle so he can see you. He listens to stories about your world with so much wonder, he wishes he could experience it for himself. He finds himself falling for you in a way that really scares him. He's scared of the permanence and the realness. He's afraid that falling for you means he's throwing away his freedom he's worked so hard for. In so But there's a moment where Minajael realizes that, with you, he's the freest thing he can be, a person. He's more than a prince, more than something to be revered or ogled out. He's worth more than just fleeting love, he can have something real. With you, he realizes he doesn't have to be subjected to a life absent of real, genuine connection. With you, he can experience so much. With you, he can live the life he's always wanted.

That's where Minajael becomes the romantic lover, the one that writes poetry about you and hides it away because he thinks it's cringy. The one that buys you silk clothing and gold bangles and lies about the prince because he knows you won't accept it otherwise. The one who tries to convince you to transfer to RSA because he doesn't believe NRC deserves you. The one who wishes you would sweep him off of his feet, take him to a beautiful and magical world far away from here. One where nothing matters except you and him. Minajael loves you, he isn't quiet about it, he is Kalim's cousin after all. He loves you in ways so unfamiliar to him, but he embraces them all the same.

(Would you believe me if I said writing a character analysis on a character who isn't even in the English server is difficult?? Who would've through).

[cinnamncornflakes]

i am. Normal about him

actress who was referenced is named rekha if you were curious

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