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❤︎ when you catch 176 gumi out grabbing tans, you also get the invitation to let your hands wander...
❤︎ 176 gumi (chloe, rutile, heathcliff) x sage! gn! reader
❤︎ 2.4k/intro + ~600 words per character
❤︎ dividers by diviniyae
❤︎ yumemachi beat the heat prompt: "can i touch?"
“What do we have here?”
Three pairs of eyes fly to where you are: pink, blue, green. You bite back an amused giggle. It’s like a parallel universe’s version of the PowerPuff girls, but instead of three loveable little cartoon characters, you’ve netted yourself three wizards who are clearly up to something. Chloe, Rutile, and Heathcliff are all sprawled out in the courtyard in various states of undress, and when you tiptoe over to get a better look, you think you can make out something smeared over their skin.
“Master Sage! It’s good to see you!” Chloe pipes up. Like the good-natured young man he is, he immediately breaks out into a wide grin when he recognizes you. He motions excitedly for you to come closer, eyes glinting like gemstones.
“O-Oh…! Master Sage, we weren’t expecting you!” Heathcliff nearly stumbles as he tries to get to his feet. You dismiss him and reassure him that you don’t mind, and he sheepishly lays back down with a newfound flush to his pale cheeks.
“You should join us! We’re trying something out,” Rutile tacks on. His pretty blond hair is tied up in a makeshift ponytail, and his melodic voice instantly sets you at ease. He looks at home, seemingly sunbathing in between his peers.
“Join you in doing what?” You tilt your head. Judging from how pink their skin has gotten, you’d wager that they’re trying to get some kind of tan… But that wouldn’t explain the white substance that they’ve painted over their skin. Don’t you normally skip the sunscreen step when you’re trying to sunbathe?
Chloe’s the first to pipe up. His excitement is contagious, oozing out of his words like the faint sounds of birdsong seeping through the window cracks in the early morning. “I read about it in a little booklet from some tropical islands! Apparently the locals there will get something they call ‘sun tattoos!’”
“Yup! You apply some sunscreen in a specific pattern, and then when you’re done laying out in the sun, you’ll have a pattern of untanned skin!” Rutile affirms. He holds up his arm to you, and true to his word, he’s drawn on various flowers, a smiley face that looks strikingly similar to Mitile, and other pretty patterns.
You have an inkling Chloe was the one to draw them on. Rutile’s art tends to be more… avant-garde, so to say.
“We even modeled some after the lily mark we all have,” Heathcliff shyly offers. When you step closer to him to get a better look at the place he gestures on his body, he lets out a shaky laugh from the sudden proximity. You take a quick glimpse and give an approving nod.
“Looks like I’ll have to come back and get a look when you three are all done later!” You remark enthusiastically.
You didn’t think it was possible for Chloe to brighten any further, but he somehow does. “Of course! I can’t wait to show you all of our pretty marks!”
“You'll be the first to see! We’ll even let you touch, if you’d like!” Rutile playfully tacks on. He winks when you pretend to swoon.
Heathcliff looks like he wants to bury his head in his hands at Rutile’s bold offer. “...Only if it’s Master Sage. I don’t know if I can let anyone else touch me so casually…”
CHLOE COLLINS
“Can I touch?”
The question feels so much more loaded than you had intended, and the effect it has on sweet, bubbly Chloe is enough to make you flush with shame too. He’d been so eager to show you his new marks, acquired after many hours of strategically baking in the sun, that he had practically shepherded you into his room and thrown his clothes off before common sense regained its hold on him.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone break down into apologies faster. Lucky for him, you’re more than willing to let it slide, and besides, you were curious about seeing the new sun tattoos he was so excited about.
His round cheeks turn into the same color as his lush pink hair, but he nods, his eyes brimming with anticipation. His patterns of choice are emblematic of his newfound family: an overflowing wineglass for Shylock, the moon for Murr, and a bird in flight for Rustica. There’s a mimicry of the midnight black Sage’s lily next to them, and your heart fills with warmth at the sight. He considers you as one of his loved ones, and like a moth drawn to flickering flame, your fingertips gravitate towards the new lily.
The outline of the new lily is brushed a florid crimson, bathed abundantly in sun. When your fingers brush gently over the silhouette, Chloe gives an audible gasp. You flinch back—did your touch somehow hurt him?
“Oh-,” realization seeps across Chloe’s face, and another generous blush takes over his face, “-I didn’t mean to scare you, Master Sage. It’s just… This whole thing feels so intimate. I know I’m the one that said it was okay to touch me, but I think you’re the first person to… to touch me like this. While I’m… shirtless and all nervous.”
You blink owlishly, and this time, the implication makes your heart do a somersault. Heat explodes in your face, and you can barely meet his gaze. Chloe gives a squeal and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just meant that- I can’t help but get nervous around you, Master Sage! I didn’t mean anything untowardly! I would never!” He gives an embarrassed groan before burying his head in his hands. A second passes in silence, then another. Amusement pricks at the sides of your face, and you can’t help yourself any longer.
When you burst into laughter, Chloe slowly lifts his head. His curious amethyst eyes find yours, all crinkled up at how flummoxed the two of you have gotten over nothing, and after realizing that you could never truly hate him despite his social blunders, he offers up a sheepish smile too.
“They’re so pretty…,” you murmur. You press your fingers over the tanned pictures sprawled out over his skin again. The warmth of his body, the stress as he unconsciously tenses up and flexes part of his muscles, the blood rushing hot at work inside his veins: you can all feel them thrumming with so much vivacity under the pads of your fingers.
You lift your eyes to meet his, and only then do you notice why Chloe had gotten so flustered to begin with. You two are so close to each other, your contact minimal but close enough where if either of you wanted it, you could be touching each other so much more. Your throat tightens as desire worms in your stomach.
“So pretty.” You’re unable to stop yourself from repeating your words. When Chloe looks back at you with his big, innocent doe eyes, you’re no longer sure if you’re describing his tattoos or him as a whole.
RUTILE FLORES
“Can I touch?”
Rutile casually drags his loose linen shirt over his head with a deep exhale, almost as if the very act of ridding his clothes fills with relief. You’d expect nothing less out of the idyllic Southern wizard: he doesn’t make a big show out of it in an attempt to seduce you or anything. You asked him something, and he’s taking the steps needed to get there.
But still, a tinge of shyness worms its way through your chest at the expanse of his bare back. His blond hair just barely brushes the tops of his shoulders when he shakes his head, earrings swinging in arcs through the air with the motion. His shoulders themselves are sun-kissed, and the sunscreen patterns he and his friends have drawn on run rampant all over his torso. You can tell which ones are his by the squiggly lines that are unmistakably drawn with his confident yet unconventional hand, and when he lifts his arm like an offering to you, your hand reaches forward in a magnetic tug.
His green eyes stay locked onto your trembling fingertips as they press into his skin. It feels reverent, the way he doesn’t shy away from letting your hands wander over his flesh. You feel almost greedy, going from gingerly pressing the pads of your fingers against the tanned patterns to fully grasping at his forearms and biceps with both hands.
“Pretty, aren’t they?” He’s the first to break the mounting silence, the impenetrable spike in temperature that grips the inside of your throat. As if he can read your mind, the ends of his mouth tip up into an affectionate smile. “I couldn’t stop staring at them once we were done. I’m glad someone else appreciates them just as much as I do.”
His voice is hushed. It’s at times like this you have to remind yourself that there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to the pacifistic, altruistic Southern wizards. A deep streak of passion is engraved in each and every one of them. Venture too far with your guard down, and you might find yourself drowning. Or at least, that’s how you feel right now. His body heat radiates off of you, and your mouth goes dry, throat constricting as an infernal want careens through each and every one of your straining veins.
You want to say something in response, comment on how it’s great that he’s cultivating friendships with other wizards across the manor. It’s what you should say, the respectable thing as the Sage. But right now, with him peering into your eyes with a look that reads more like a tempting invitation more than anything else, the Sage dissolves.
It’s just you. You, with him, laid out bare under your grasp.
“Works of art, really. I think the fact that they’ll disappear with time makes me want to appreciate them so much more,” he murmurs softly, for your ears only. The ambiguity makes your head spin in the best way possible, and all subtlety on your end goes flying out the window with reckless abandon. You don’t trust yourself to speak, not if you want to at least retain the façade of temperance that you’ve fought to establish, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to dive headfirst into whatever flavor of hedonism Rutile’s quite literally placing into your hands.
You squeeze his arms greedily, your hands tingling when you can feel the soft, warm flesh morphing into the contours of your knuckles and palms.
There’s an amused lilt in his next exhale when he opens his mouth to speak again. “See? I knew you had an eye for fine things too, Master Sage. So… won’t you admire them with me?”
HEATHCLIFF BLANCHETT
“Can I touch?”
A delicate flush stretches across his pale cheeks, and Heathcliff gives a ghost of a nod—one so quick and faint that if you knew him any less, you would have thought it was a trick of your eye. But his hands are firm and don’t shake at all when he undoes the intricate buttons on his shirt, and when it falls to a heap of fabric on the floor, you’re greeted with the untouched expanse of his newfound tanned skin and the untanned patterns that skate across his chest like wandering ivy.
His throat bobs when your curious fingertips brush against the gentle panes of his chest and shoulders. You don’t ever want to be cruel to Heathcliff, but even you have to admit that you get a bit of a kick out of setting him on edge. It’s in the way his eyes cloud over when you drag a fingernail over the blurred edge of a tanned silhouette, the way his pink lips part slightly in an all-too-sensual exhale when you press down, the way his voice wobbles when he chokes out, “...Master Sage-”
“Yes, Heathcliff?” You pause. You lift your gaze from wandering shamelessly over his body to his eyes. You control your blinking, not wanting to let go of whatever electric tension is running over between the two of you. In contrast, his vision seems to be swimming, the vibrant blue of his irises melting like a pool of trembling ocean waves under your heat.
“I’ve never had someone… see me like this before. I’m a little… shy,” he confesses breathlessly. Goosebumps erupt all over his skin when you walk your fingers up the curve of his biceps and land them on his shoulder with a spin for a flourish.
“Do you want me to stop? If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll back off,” you reply back, “You’re allowed to refuse me whenever you want, you know. You don’t have to indulge you because I’m the Sage.”
Heathcliff shakes his head. Blond strands fly across his forehead, contrasting perfectly against the heavy flush that keeps dyeing his face. It’s as if he’s somehow gotten tipsy, but you both know that he’s too lucid to even make that excuse. He hasn’t had a drop of alcohol, and even if he wanted it, Nero and Shylock would wave him off as too young.
“I don’t want you to stop. Please keep going,” he whispers quickly, the words pushed out of his mouth as if he’s afraid that his own courage will fail if he hesitates any longer. “I wouldn’t do this with anyone, but… you aren’t just anyone. I hope you understand.”
You crack a smile that feels too innocent for what’s happening, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. If he allowed you to, you’d swallow him whole until not even a bone remained. You can’t help him. Something about him strokes your appetite just right, and with each mouthful he allows you to taste, you grow so much more insatiable.
But in a way, maybe he’s aware of that push and pull. It’s why he keeps indulging you bit by bit, fiending for this game of chase, the pursuit that keeps both of you on your toes. After all, it would be so novel for him, the sheltered golden boy of the Blanchett Mansion, one of the respected Sage’s wizards, doing all kinds of illicit things together with the Master Sage…
“Of course I understand.” Your response comes out so easily, a confession with your real intentions sewn discreetly into the hems. Your fingers trace up the side of his neck, and his throat bobs when he swallows thickly.
You greedily fill up the watery reflection in his eyes. And with a satisfied smile, he acquiesces to your touch and lets his eyelids flutter shut.
- sorry for being dead for a while, i had a ugly writers block and it ruined my motivation to even want to post!1!1!☹️ writing elias was fun! s2 has been a ride so far and im dry heaving waiting for more sho HES KILLING ME SLOWLY !!!!!! anyways!!! i hope u guys enjoy it!!
- tho trying to be more talkative…. i want to make oomfs more huhu
You were, by all means, not someone who skipped class—especially a class you genuinely enjoyed—without a good reason. Usually, it was because the staff needed new paperwork for an upcoming mission. Anything else would have definitely earned you a lecture for skipping.
But leaving class because a certain fourth year was feeling… lonely?
“Elias… ahah…” A flustered laugh escaped you as you found yourself trapped in your current predicament with the ghoul.
“Hm? Is something the matter?” His voice rumbled softly behind you, sending a shiver down your spine as the warmth of his body pressed a little closer.
Earlier that day, Elias had texted you in the middle of class.
Emergency. Could you come to my room ASAP?
It sounded innocent enough, you supposed.
Well—not entirely innocent, considering who it came from. Still, if he truly needed you, maybe something had happened with Shion. Maybe he was sick. Maybe something was wrong.
You hadn’t given yourself much time to consider the possibilities. Just to be safe, you stopped by the general store to pick up some tea and medicine. Thankfully, Dionysia was on the way, and hopefully Elias wouldn’t be too far gone by the time you reached his door.
And after a quick knock and hearing his approval to enter, you stepped inside.
…Only to discover that he was perfectly fine. More than fine, actually.
He sat comfortably in his chair with a cup of his usual dark roast coffee in hand, casually beckoning you closer. The moment he set the cup down and stood to greet you, however, it felt as though you’d already fallen into his trap.
“You’re just… closer than usual today,” you murmured, instinctively avoiding his gaze. Something about the glint in his dark blue eyes only made your face feel warmer.
“Isn’t this what dear lovers do?” he whispered, his lips brushing near your ear. “Bask in each other’s warmth?” His arms tightened around your waist as he spoke.
“!! I thought you were sick. What’s going on?” you pouted, and there it was, the expression you’d always make when he was in trouble — he loved it. “I even brought you medicine…”
That earned you one of those closed eye smiles you could never resist. Unfortunately, he looked beautiful when he smiled like that. Especially this close.
“Is it so terrible to crave my lover’s attention?” he asked dramatically. “You wound me, my love.”
“That’s not—wah?!” A yelp escaped you as you suddenly found yourself lifted off the ground. Before you knew it, he was carrying you toward the bed.
“Elias…!” You pushed against his chest as if it would get you anywhere. Ghoul strength, right?
A small yawn escaped him.
“Mmhm?” he hummed. “Won’t you nap with me? I’m quite tired this afternoon from working so hard.”
“You’re impossible…” you groaned as he carefully lowered you onto the sheets, your legs already beginning to intertwine with his. Though, you couldn’t lie to yourself, it was surprisingly comfortable. “You just had coffee. How can you be tired?”
Elias hummed, exhaling softly beside your ear.
“It seems your presence has made me drowsy once again.” The man chuckled when he heard the soft yawn that escaped your mouth, tilting his head just enough to bury his face against your neck.
You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. True or not, matching the rhythm of his breathing had already made you forget about class altogether—something that would definitely come back to bite you later.
For now, though, you supposed you could rest with him.
anon asked: would you maybe do little something for riddle or jamil how they express their severe jealously vs how they deal with an extremely jealous partner?
yeah lowkenuinely here's my take
Riddle knew better. He is supposed to know better. Years upon years of burying himself in textbooks and perfecting his manners can only result to one thing: grace befitting a queen. He was to keep his composure at all times but most people in Night Raven College knew that he had a problem with controlling his temper.
Although Riddle is far from what he once was when he first entered the school, old habits tend to linger more than he'd like. He should know better than to let his emotions get the best of him.
However, anger and envy tend to come together.
Riddle could hardly think twice before the feeling seeped deep into his skin, taking hold of his muscles as they tense up at the sight. His mind went blank for a split second before he furrows his eyebrows, then the anger starts to make its way to his system.
After a moment, it turned into envy. The single thought inside his head that spoke volumes of "there shouldn't be anyone else."
But the first few thoughts tend to be the ugliest—raw in its nature, unpolished as they come. Riddle acknowledged this a few seconds later after taking deep breaths. He wasn't going to lose his head over something that could be solved with a simple talk. He knew better.
So he'll click his heels and make his way towards you. It was a far better solution than bottling it up; he was never the type to try and stay silent about what made him mad. But since he did his best to keep his temper, he couldn't help but think that perhaps he should be allowed to be a bit brazen in his approach.
So Riddle settled next to you, hand slowly reaching for yours, before turning to the other person. He doesn't say anything to them and simply cast an empty gaze before tugging you towards him to get out of that scene. You wanted to question him but you could already tell what he was feeling with the way he gripped your hand.
Riddle had a thought once more. I should he applauded for this self-control.
hellooooo everynyan! welcome to the beat the heat june event!
beat the heat is a creative, month-long event aimed to get your fanwork/yume brain pumping! these prompts are here to guide you, but as long as you're ultimately creating something and having fun, that's all you need to succeed in this event! take what resonates with you, and go wild <3
to recap:
all fanworks ok! art, edits, writing, cave painting, etc all accepted 🙆
x reader/yume focused, but if you want to make CC x CC, that's fine too!
sfw, nsfw, dark content all ok! please tag everything properly!
please use the tag #yumemachibeattheheat if posting publicly! that way i can find stuff easily and hype it up
First time catching Taku's requests open!! If you write for him, maybe holding hands w/ Subaru (tkdb) for the first time?? Oorr maybe deciding to get a cord/ribbon/etc to hold at the two ends??? Idc I love him. As fluffy as possible, if you please 🥺♥
ty!!! fyi my asks/requests are almost always open hehe so feel free to send in your ideas whenever
— subaru kagami x reader
Subaru's touches are always hesitant.
The reason was obvious once you get to know him, you could always tell how much it burdened him to accept the memories of something else no matter how heavy they are. He would always try to stop himself from clutching his temple to seem more composed, all while reassuring you that it wasn't much of a hurdle to him.
That's precisely the reason why you were also much more hesitant than Subaru is. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable; pushing him to doing something he didn't want to do was unthinkable. You didn't wanna take advantage of his kindness.
Though you had to silently admit to yourself that you'd be lying if you said you didn't want to touch him. It was a natural desire after getting closer to each other. You could very well do without it but it would certainly help ease your anxieties if he let you indulge yourself for just a few seconds. Of course, you wouldn't dare say that to his face. You knew that if you faced him with your selfishness, he'd yield and let you do anything as you like.
In this case, there was a fatal flaw in your line of logic. All of your worries overlooked one of the most important things.
It came as a surprise. Sitting side by side next to each other, in the Galaxy Express Station, you could sense the growing tension that came with the silence while waiting for the train to arrive. The shadow cast over your figures by the roof of the shed was enough to hide the red on your face while your hand lays free on the surface of the bench.
If you were a bit bolder, you would take advantage of the opportunity to try and make the first move. He made it too easy to reach out to his hand sitting right next to yours. But you calm yourself, convincing yourself to let go of whatever thought you come across in this moment.
Only a single gesture was enough to put your mind to rest. You couldn't think of anything else but the rapid beat of your heart hammering against your ribcage, roaring louder than ever. You didn't dare turn your head to look, but the sensation of a hand gently covering yours was enough to tell you what was happening.
Subaru doesn't say anything. Maybe out of embarrassment, or fear of your reaction. But perhaps the silence that haunted both of you was the perfect thing to help you appreciate the moment better. It's far from a grand gesture, but it was a start nonetheless.
You try to stop a smile as you adjusted your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with his. The feeling of his gloves brushing against your skin made your face burn hotter. This was the one thing you failed to realize from the start. It's the fact that he wanted this as much as you did.
So you'll savour the moment more. At least until the train arrives.
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I feel like Floyd and readers mii’s would keep getting married then divorced on loop
my tomodachi life is so peaceful i didnt even know you could get divorced in this game¿?? but yeah if floyd was playing the game he'd let that shit happen
(ace defender anon) multo was LITERALLY what i had in mind saying the yearning part and then you double down with a whole FIC of him dealing with yuu leaving. respectfully, fuck you taku 😭😭💔💔💔 (but also thank you. im eating that UP 🙏)
when u said yearning i know i could clock u 😩😩😩😩 its THEEE yearning anthem for ace ... the fic is so good isn't it. it's so peak ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️ it's so MULTO!!!!!!!! WHWHWBWBHWHWHA ENJOY UR FOOD ACE DEFENDER ANON
❤︎ five years ago on valentine's day, you left twisted wonderland and left ace behind
❤︎ ace trappola x gn reader
❤︎ wc: 1k
❤︎ content warning(s): spoilers for chapter 7/inspired loosely off of ace's dream, reader is mc
❤︎ farteline prompt day one: see you again
❤︎ happy valentine's day guys -🍝
ace trappola doesn’t consider himself to be a philosophical kind of guy, but as of late, he’s started to detest the growing infinity of numbers.
sometimes in his dreams, he’s still a sixteen year old boy. the biggest concern in his mind is how he’s going to steal part of deuce’s lunch and manage to wiggle his way out of it without getting shoved into a headlock by his roommate, and if his brain is feeling particularly agreeable, he can make out the peals of soft laughter in the distance under deuce spewing insults towards the redhead.
and without fail, the alarm goes off, and ace is left with the humiliation of groggily rubbing his eyes open to an oddly cold bed.
it’s one extra day that he wakes up without you by his side. without you in this world.
the number of days since you’ve left twisted wonderland only grows bigger. they get further and further away from zero and closer to unending infinity. it takes ace a bit longer this morning to force himself up into a seated position. it’s as if there’s a physical weight in his chest bogging him down, making it that much harder for him to get up.
it’s been 1,825 days. he hates that he cares enough to keep count. if he didn’t care as much, he wouldn’t keep count, and then, it wouldn’t hurt as much to ruminate over it. some days are better than others, and the grief is just a whisper in the back of his mind. on other days, it’s all he can think about, especially when his dreams are so vivid.
ace wants to close his eyes and sink back into the fleeting comfort of his bed again. his version of you in his sober, waking mind is so blurry and hazy, but behind his eyelids, you’re right at his fingertips. it’s almost like if he gathers his courage and reaches out, you’d be right there. you’d melt into his arms and scold him for being so reckless and brazen, and he’d soak up your voice like a spoiled cat throwing a tantrum in its owner’s arms.
it drives him crazy to think that this is the only way he can have you.
would you still recognize him if you were to see him after all this time has passed? would you ruffle his hair like you always did and call to him as if he were still nothing more than the stupid boy in your class? or would you get shy about how much taller and slimmer he’s gotten? he can imagine the way your eyes would widen slightly before averting your gaze, fidgeting with the ends of your fingertips, and just imagining the scene before him has ace’s heart reacting noticeably.
but there’s no point to it. you’re not here.
no matter how much he runs, fantasy only ebbs away into heartbreak. his veins feel as if they’ve been filled with lead instead of blood, and the grief gnaws away at him until it causes physical pain. ace winces and grits his teeth, recoiling into the plush material of his bed, but even though he tries to hide from the monsters by retreating into the safety of his blankets, reality is far scarier and far meaner than any boogie man he could conjure up.
he can’t even console himself with the thought that you might be happier in your world. he doesn’t know where you are or what you’re doing. maybe everything would hurt less if he could at least see you, hear from you, but as the days tick by, the only answer his desperate prayers have netted him is the silence that he just can’t seem to get used to. time won’t heal him. it never will.
it makes him feel so helpless. even more inferior to the sixteen year old boy that squandered the one and precious love that crash-landed straight into his lap. everything was easier then, sweeter, since he had no idea of the lifetime of hurt he’d have to face when the idyllic daydream would end. there are no retries for him, no second chances, no do-overs to do the right thing and chase after you and cling to you and beg and beg and beg until his voice goes hoarse in one final futile attempt to force this twisted world to listen to his own selfishness.
it’s too late. it’s no use. he knows this. he accepts this. but god, he can’t live with this.
you’re gone now.
ace is no longer the immature sixteen year old boy that you knew. time has cruelly nipped at his heels, and as his ongoing count of seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, and years carry on, they’ve caught up with him too. the lively, boyish charm in his eyes is gone, and the lingering baby fat in his face has slimmed down. his once deft fingers are now lifeless, and his smooth palms that would grab at you are calloused and lonely. when ace looks at himself in the mirror now, all he sees are sunken eyes with dark circles and pallid cheeks.
valentine’s day tastes like regret to ace. the numbers 2 and 14 are a curse you’ve left on him, as punishment for his idiocy and for his lack of action. all the words he’s left unsaid sink in his stomach year after year like tears he can’t seem to fully choke down. his heart is nothing more than a heavy rock in his chest, no longer able to muster the strength to even scream and cry and claw at his skin until he tires himself out physically. all he can do now is to learn how to live with the heartache, to constantly oscillate between the void and the distance that only grows and grows between the two of you.
it’s been five years. 1,825 days since you’ve left his side—left this world.
day 1 ace stan who consistently shits on him Reporting In to Defend His Honor 🫡
heavily nodding at everything said about him in the tier list post (well. the filipino = "best" part is Questionable BUT. i will say. filipinos are massive YEARNERS: look at their media. sooo.)
aceyuu should already be enough proof of how good of a partner he could be,,, hes just, well, 16 😭😭 i say give him a chance nonnie!!! if he fucks up give him hell 4 it. you have my Permission 😚🫶
thank u for clocking in. EXACTLYYYYYYYY u get it ... fuuuck @ anon please read this give ace a chance i swear the biggest ace lovers are the ones that hate him at first
I'll be real as someone whos least favorite character is ace i was shocked to him in the top row 😭
U GOTTA UNDERSTAND BROOOOOOOOO he's a little bit annoying but other than that he's lowkey normal like u cant go wrong w him...... ull get to experience a normal relationship with an annoying guy like him (+ he just screams boy next desk vibes) HE'S JUST!!!!!!!! THE CLICHE SHOUJO MANGA ML BLUEPRINT KIND OF where he's like that one friend who always teases u but is also the first one to jump in and defend u whenever someone else does it .. like are u seeing my vision... ARE U SEEING MY VISION
hello!! this isnt a request i just like to pick my fellow writers brains (: in your opinion who do you think the actual best (or worst) partners of nrc would be? like for as much as i adore riddle his temper would be a serious point of contention for me personally, and even characters like vil or leona i can see a lot of things coming off as harsh and hard to kinda get along with. i just like ripping the rose glasses off sometimes
this is such a funny question so i made a tier list in like 5 minutes.... #totallynotbiased (<- is most DEFINITELY biased)
just to explain a few points (im not gonna explain every1 cuz that wld take a while)
ace lowkey has the filipino gene to me so by default i think he is the best option for anyone LMFAOOOOOO he's literally annoying boyfie material + one of the biggest gafers in the game even when he tries to act all cool he just ends up being a little embarrassing!! tho the fandom shits on him often i think he's actually a well rounded character (his sarcasm and witty remarks balance well with his sincerity whenever it shines through......)
for the second tier, they're kind of likeeee the guys that i think would make great partners it's just that getting there might be a real task or you must have a strong mental fortitude for it LMFAOO like for vil i personally think he'd be one of the best since he's always for self improvement. I think he'd help you in many ways but you'd need to have a really strong mental fortitude
malleus and sebek in the last tier bc if u date malleus ud have sebek breathing down your neck and if u date sebek ud be hearing sermons about malleus (<- this is a joke. Mainly. Probably. I love both characters it's just that in general I wouldn't exactly advertise them ...... in under any circumstances LMAOOOOO)
take this very lightly it's just my opinion 🙏 i think all of them have their unique charms and i believe that i have a mind delusional enough to conjure anything for this stupid cast
Hi, I saw the Tomodachi headcanons Post and i have to ask... How would the RSA react? Minajael to he specifically (Mina my beloved 😫🩵) he for sure even bought the game and console for his partner and secretly thought their miis would atleast be able to marry in the virtual world 😭
first rsa post kinda nervous so it'll be a little shorter... i'll only do minajael + rielle since they're the two new hot topics HAHA sorry for taking so long!
MINAJAEL TEALRAJAH
Originally, he didn't have any plans on playing the game himself since he was far too busy with other things (like figuring out a way how to soft launch you to his family). But soon after you talked to him about the game, he was a bit intrigued after you said that those little avatars could fall in love with each other and get married. It didn't take long for him to secure a console for you along with a copy of the game, insisting that it was an early birthday gift. He told you he would rather not wait after he witnessed how excited you looked when you were talking about it.
But the truth is much simpler than that. He has faith that you would get to work and somehow manage to make your miis end up with each other—even if meant turning on the cheat settings that helped miis get together. He was a tad jealous of the freedom you can find in such a simple and cozy game. Minajael can't help but wonder what it would be like if he could be as careless as his mii self, constantly declaring his love to you to the entire island.
RIELLE CORALLIA
Rielle also did not have any previous plans on getting the game. In the first place, he didn't have a console. He only figured it out when one of his dorm members tugged on his shirt and whispered to him that his beloved was sighing over some weird gadget. He immediately rushed to you and tried to see what the problem was, only to find out it was something he couldn't exactly fix. You had to explain to him what the game was about and the actual issue itself—you couldn't get Rielle's face right.
You apologized to him for giving him plastic surgery. Rielle didn't have any adverse reaction to your customization skills, but he was feeling a little giddy when he found out that he was the second person you added to your island. Even if he looked a little messy in-game, he sat snugly next to you and leaned closer to get a better look of the game. He then stares at you with his wide, sparkling eyes and starts laugh. When you ask him what prompted the sudden laughter, all he could say was: "I'm just glad that you decided to make me part of your miniature world!"
