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[DATING CHE'NYA]

[ABOUT : How it happened]

Che'nya always had fun around you. you always had fun around him. you make a great duo! it starts off as friends getting up to some shenanigans together and having some fun! that is, until he felt his heart start to beat faster around you. huh. and you felt your cheeks getting warmer around him. huh. how weird. and he thinks it would be really nice to kiss you. and you think it would be really nice to hold him. oh. oh! alright, so it's like that.

"Che'nya, there's something I have to tell you."

"oh? what is it?"

"I think I might be in love with you." you just stare at each other. your hands are clammy and your heart is about to give you a cardiac arrest with how fast it's beating.

"you think so?"

"well, I'm pretty sure."

his grin widens, ears perking up "in this case, I think I might be in love with you too."

you can't stop your smile "you think so?"

"hmm, I'm pretty sure, yes."

congrats you've got a boyfriend now!

[ABOUT: Well, what now?]

get! matching! accessories! earrings, necklace, rings, anything! Che'nya would love it if you share the same appreciation for odd jewelry as he does! this ring might be a bit too big, but look at how colorful it is! this necklace has way too many chains, but isn't the kitty pendant cute? this clock earring is quite nice! what do you mean the clock is broken? that's the charm!

 he WILL call you the strangest pet names. this man has no shame whatsoever. he can say the most out of pocket things without flinching or feeling any embarrassment, that applies to his nicknames for you as well. there is no escape, just accept it. the sooner you do the least embarrassed you will be once he calls you "drowsy dormousey" in front of your friends (shut up Ace shut up shut up he's cute so he can do that ok. no, you can't, you only sound goofy when you do). call him your little meow meow, he will be delighted.

he's surprisingly good at giving advice when you need it! just get through his enigmatic wording first and you'll find it very helpful! he's great with giving directions and showing the right path! Che'nya is very smart, after all, he just expresses himself in a rather odd way. he's someone you can count on!

for your dates, if you're not spending the day in each other's schools causing chaos and havoc (and a migraine for Riddle) or chilling in your room with cuddles and cat naps, then you're out in the city! you still don't know much about the Isle of Sages, since you scarcely leave NRC, or about the little town there. worry not, Che'nya has explored it throughly and will show you exciting new places! his favorite cafe, that one famous pâtisserie, a nice clothes shop or the beach! whenever there is a new event on the island, be it a music show or a cultural fair, Che'nya will want to go with you. you can't lose an opportunity to have fun together!

when it comes to grades, he's one of the best on his class. that's great, you two should study together! that's what you think, right? well, no, you shouldn't. if you think studying with Ace, Deuce and Grim is chaotic, that's because you didn't try to have a study session with Che'nya. oh, you're confused about this alchemy question? how about he tries to explain in a metaphor that will confuse you even more! you want to ask him questions with flashcards? he will overcomplicate the questions and then turn them on you. DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ask his help in animal linguistics. he will only talk in cat puns. and most likely meow at you. for a good while. so don't, just don't.

on the rare occasion Che'nya is annoyed or irritated with something, you can tell right away, he doesn't bother trying to hide it. his ears fall flatly against his head, his tail is down and swishing agitatedly and even if he still has the smile on his face you can tell it doesn't reach his eyes. he gets less energetic and doesn't move around so much, sometimes even being stiff. in this case, the best thing to do is to recharge with lots of cuddles and head scratches. eventually he might open up to what's on his mind! be it in riddles or in a straightforward way, just having someone to hear it without judgment already makes him feel better.

he loves hand-made gifts, both giving and recieving! it's easier to put your thoughts and emotions on them and they become more personal. whatever it is that you make him, he will cherish it! you cooked him lunch? he's going to praise all the flavors and savour every bite like it's the last meal he'll eat (he might do an impression of a renomed chef judging your cooking with the most exagerated expressions though)! you drew something for him? it's going on his bedroom wall right now, he will show it to whoever goes there, he might even make a little patch of it (it explains why he's got a shirt with a mix of different flowers patches alongside a sketch of Grim sleeping on Trein's class. he loves wearing it when he visits. Grim hates it and has tried on multiple occasions to get rid of it, with no success so far)! you grew a little plant for him? that's his son now, that plant is going to live the best life, he will song a lullaby to it before going to sleep (luckly he doesn't share his room with anyone, or else there would be way too many complaints about a cat serenading late at night. he says the plant is his dormmate and it loves his songs, thank you very much)!

he drags you to RSA at the very least once. it's actually a lot of fun! everyone is really nice, the castle is beautiful and makes you feel like royalty just by being there, Che'nya's room is super comfortable to spend time in, and, most important of all, the both of you can and will prank people without you having to worry about the payback! and their reactions are really funny too! it's great! that is, until Riddle blows up your phone furiously demanding you to come back this instant. Cater is losing it on the background about how you've got more Magicam followers than he does in less than an hour. Che'nya shows you a picture he took of you and Neige LeBlanche together. it's on Neige's Magicam page. congrats, you're a Magicam subcelebrity now! I hope it was worth the punishment Riddle will give you for breaking the rules!

("I'm not even at your dorm."

"you're still a student of Night Raven College and are expected to follow it's rules!"

"yeah, why did you have to go to RSA of all places, you traitor!"

"shut up Ace, you just wish you were there too.")

[ABOUT: The clothes war saga]

Che'nya sews his own clothes! of course, not all of them, but most have at least some modification he did to fit his alternative style more. sometimes he stays up late to sew, since, according to him, the best ideas come at the oddest of times. maybe that explains why they look like that, but you can't help but be fond of them, especially after seeing how much effort he puts into it and how proud he is!

so you steal his clothes. they are comfy and big on you and so so soft and smell like him and are very comfy. did I mention how soft they are? they don't match with any other clothes you have, but you wear them anyway. that one hoodie with the playing card suits patches he made thinking of his friends in Heartslabyul? it's yours now. you wear it on every unbirthday party you crash into are invited to. Riddle says it looks familiar, you just smile and try to look clueless, Trey covers his laugh on the background. Che'nya tells you if you like his clothes so much he can sew some for you as well, just paw-lease give back his favorite striped shirt. you say you'll think about it. (you don't ♡). then, your mushroom shirt mysteriously disappears. Che'nya looks a lot like the cat that got the cream.

"what are you smiling smugly about?"

"there's always something to smile about, don't you think so?"

you squint your eyes at him. his smile widens mischievously. "you've got my shirt don't you." it's not a question.

"I have no idea what you're talking about~" oh he so does. 

that's how the clothes war started. honestly, at this point you're not even sure which ones were his and which were yours.

("you do, mine are so different!"

"hmm, nope, no idea.")

well, more clothes for you!! you use his purple doc martens once with the most mismatched socks in history. Riddle looks at you like you've commited some crime (you did, against fashion itself. maybe there is a rule against this? surely?). Che'nya threatens to tell Trey to put a sweets ban on you. you give his boots back. (the socks stay with you though.)

[ABOUT: Sappy cat]

you'll always find yourself smiling by his side, he's up to some shenanigan of some sort all the time or has a funny story to tell. look, you'll have to endure the constant cat puns and sometimes even dad jokes here and there, but he makes you laugh so much you could be called a cheshire cat yourself.

("I love you the meowest!"

"there you go."

"I'll love you fur-ever!" you hold your smile, but he can tell you're amused anyway

"that was claw-ful." he smiles wide, so wide you actually wonder just how wide can his mouth open. "I can't believe I just said this, look what you're doing to me."

"no, no, it was paw-some!" that's what you've signed yourself to, fur-end.)

there's never a lack of entertainment around! if you start to get bored, don't worry, he knows just the thing <3

"let's cause some trouble together!"

"you're impossible, you know."

"not impossible, merely unpossible."

"whatever you say. anyway, who are we going to perturb today?"

"there are these freshmen in Heartslabyul..."

"I'm in."

"Of course mew are!"

look, if you don't really like physical affection, he'll respect that as best as he can, but he can get a bit needy.

"purr-lease spare some headpats for a poor kitty in need."

"alright, sure." his ears perk up, it's pretty cute even. you let him wait a few seconds more before looking both ways and then to him again "where's this poor kitty anyway?"

he WILL whine about it how COULD YOU do this to him WHY are you so mean to your boyfriend. just give him the headpats after you've got your laugh and he'll stop complaining.

now, if you are affectionate like him, then expect him to take full advantage of that. hugs everytime you see each other, holding hands if you're walking together, drapping his arm across your shoulders, playing footsie under the table, throwing himself on your lap and demaning for head scratches, wraping his tail around your wrist, propping his chin on your head, nicking on your neck playfully, kissing your cheeks, cuddles and snuggles, holding your waist and nuzzling his head on your shoulder. if you scratch under his chin or behind his ears or brush his tail he will purr SO loud and have the sappiest smile, no shame at all. give him a little kiss for good measure.

he can be cute when he wants to! asking Trey to bake your favorite sweets, giving you flowers that reminded him of you, singing silly tunes, sewing some patch that represents you or leaving little notes around your room (that are mostly confusing, but endearing nonetheless). although if he's in the mood to tease you (which is most of the time. like, at least 86% of it), good luck. hope you don't get flustered or scared easily, because he will use his Unique Magic to mess with you. (lovingly, of course! he never means to actually upset you!) 

feeling lonely? BAM there's a floating head to keep you company! hey why are you screaming? no worries, it's just your menace of a boyfriend <3

he'll tickle you and give you little kisses all over while invisible. try to guess where he is~ if you get it right, he might even have a prize for you!

"is it a hundred thaumarks?"

"maybe yes, maybe no, who knows~"

"you literally know."

"know? know what? there are some things I do and some things I don't."

"I'll pull on your tail if you keep it up."

"you'll have to find it first, though." he laughs. you flawlessly catch his tail. he was rubbing it softly against your side, after all, and you know him well enough by now to have a good idea of where it would be.

"well, where's my prize?" he appears fully before you and gives you a kiss on the nose, disappearing again. "ah? where's my hundred thaumarks?" you pull lightly on his tail, relishing on the whiny protest sound he lets out.

"I'm just kitting" he appears before you again, a pout on his lips.

you just stare at him, unimpressed. "well?"

"here is the true prize!" he presses a light kiss against your lips, ready to pull away again before your hands cup his cheeks and keep him in place, foreheads touching.

"hm, I'll have to enjoy it to the fullest, yes? that's only fair."

"how purr-suasive. I'll indulge you then." your lips meet again, and again, and again. seems like the prize was worth it after all~

[ABOUT: Cat fight]

whenever Che'nya visits NRC, Grim will be FIGHTING for your attention (not literally, at least not after he put one of the walls of ramshackle on fire and you didn't buy him any tuna for a whole week. he's learnt his lesson this time).

"you gotta choose who is your favorite, henchman! Me, the greatest mage Grim, or that annoying cat!"

"Grim, you know I love both of you a lot, yes?"

"but you love me more, right?"

you just sigh and shake your head, no point in trying to argue with him. Che'nya laughs from where his head is smushed against your stomach, finding the situation rather amusing as Grim tries to brag about his 'victory' and you play with his hair.

this one-sided animosity begun when you and Che'nya started dating and he went to spend a day at your dorm. he just happened to pick Grim's favorite spot on the sofa and, on top of that, you didn't give Grim any attention or defend his spot! and it doesn't end there! you even let your boyfriend eat some of Grim's premium tuna! (Grim also ate it, since you made everyone tuna sandwiches, but this isn't the point.) and he had to endure his terrible awful horrible no good very bad cat puns!

on Che'nya's end, he finds the whole thing rather entertaining. sometimes he swishes his tail in front of Grim to watch your dormmate try to catch it, a concentrated look on his face. it's cute, so you let them be.

[ABOUT: If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends]

if you don't get along with his best friends- yes you do. you won't have a choice, you'll have to at least tolerate them with how often you'll be meeting each other. plus, Trey and Riddle mean a lot for Che'nya, so it makes him really happy to see his favorite people in the world getting along! Trey is glad Che'nya found someone that makes him so giddy and that doesn't mind his oddity.

("he always sends me a text whenever you do something he finds cute. he texts me everyday now."

"he better not be sending any photos."

"oh, don't worry, if anything you'll like it."

Trey procceds to show you the many silly selfies Che'nya sends him. Che'nya arrives in the middle of it but only shows himself when you are going to ask Trey to send them to you. "if you like my face so meow-ch, you should just tell me~")

Riddle is more low-key about it, but he always smiles at you when you crash his unbirthday parties and lets you and Grim stay until the end, so that means you're in his good books for bringing so much happiness to his friend.

("aw man, why does Riddle only lets you get away from taking extra slices of tart?"

"well, Ace, maybe he just didn't see it."

"he definetly did, he even nodded on your direction before turning his head to pretend he didn't."

"oh Deuce, you must have imagined it."

"who cares, what matters is that I get more tart to eat later!"

"so true Grim, so true.")

him and Cater are friends as well, since they met each other on their first year through their mutual friend, Trey. Cater takes photos of his looks because they are 'super magicamable' and slides his plate with sweets under the table for Che'nya to eat on unbirthday parties. (Trey spent a long time thinking Cater loved blueberry muffins since he always took a lot of these, and baked extras for him. Che'nya was not complaining). Cater always seems to know what's happening everywhere, even on RSA, before anyone else. how does he do that? of course, him and Che'nya like to trade gossip about their respective schools (you are added to their group chat eventually. you know the names of students you've never even seen before and most likely never will). if Cater posts a picture with the two of you, you're either:

a) going to flirt on the comments between you two.

("oh? who is this cute kitty on the photo?"

"hmm, I don't know, I was more interested in looking at the beauty by his side!"

"stop flirting on my posts you two please")

OR

b) going to flirt WITH cater. yes both of you. yes some people might have thought there was some cheating scandal between the three of you. Cater loved it since his picture got more traction this way, Che'nya loved it because the theories were really funny and you loved it because the things these two sent on your gossip group chat were wild.

("Cay-Cay, you're looking so handsome on this picture, I couldn't look at anything else~"

"thank you Che'nya, you look quite cute yourself~"

and

"Cay-Cay, when are we going out like this again? I had a loooot of fun with you ♡"

"me too prefect, we'll have to make new plans soon, for just the two of us ☆")

when it comes to your friends, Che'nya likes to tease and prank them a lot, but he is pretty chill overall. Deuce always get scared of his disappearing act and Ace laughs at him, right before jumping in surprise once Che'nya appears behind him, only your boyfriend's cheeky grin to show where he is. he likes watching Ace doing magic tricks with cards and Deuce calling him to a race. if there's one thing these three are absolutely chaotic at is palying games together, be it board games, card games or video games. Che'nya tries to make up rules on spot, Ace argues with him when it's bad for him but agrees if it's advantageous, Deuce is confused and getting low key gaslighted on basic rules. by the end of the game, your stomach is hurting from how much you laughed trying to play with them.

("wait, Deuce, since you played a four, you need to clap your hands three times or else you'll have to fish a card."

"but the last four Ace played you said he had an extra turn and could play again!"

"well, that's because it was a red four, and yours is yellow, so it's different."

"I don't remember these being Uno rules. what do you think, Ace?"

"he's right, now you better buy that card because it's my turn!")

[ABOUT: TL;DR]

in conclusion: he'll tease you a lot, he can be quite confusing, his fashion sense is rather odd, he's got some terrible jokes, he acts like a clingy cat most of the time and you are not safe from his pranks, even if you're dating him. but still, he finds you to be the cutest person in the world, no matter what you're doing, he can't never get bored around you! he's giving you plenty of affection every day, bringing you little gifts, messaging you things that he thought you'd like, showing you his favorite people and things and places! your smile is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he'll make sure to keep seeing it every day by making you happy.

life is very interesting with a boyfriend like him, get ready for some excitement!

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AMORA THERE ARE ACTUAL HAPPY TEARS ON MY EYES RN YOU'RE THE SWEETEST 😭😭😭

I totally get being super busy, you've got this!! I'm sure it'll all turn out just fine!

[Valentine's first winter - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

Notes: gn!reader, sickfic, fluff, could be read as a continuation of my other Riddle oneshot but it's not necessary to understand, super self indulgent, established relationship, Riddle's mother is it's own warning

Spring is the time for warmth, the time to watch the flowers bloom and appreciate the calming breeze. Winter is the contrary, it's the time for the chill, the time for the skies to open and cry onto the earth. 

Riddle usually was prepared for such times, of course. He'd check the weather cast everyday to make sure to bring an umbrella or a coat with him and text you to do the same. The thing is, he was also very busy, what with the finals weeks and winter vacation coming, as the Housewarden he had to deal with more paperwork than usual and keep an eye on the Heartslabyul's students to make sure they were keeping up with their studies. Since Trey wasn't the vice housewarden anymore, having moved on to the next grade and doing his reasearch somewhere at the Queendom of Roses, Riddle had more work than he was used to.

You made sure to check on him, reminding him to take breaks periodically. You even went to his room yourself, a tray of hand made sweets and tea in your hands. Riddle could feel the warmth of spring through his entire being as he looked at your gentle smile. He'd stop everything he was doing to spend some time with you, talking about your days in a way that brought peace for his soul for a moment, no thoughts spared for the mountains of paperwork left to do.

Still, it was due to having such a stressful schedule that he got too caught up with his work and forgot to check the weather cast one day. It was only one day, a little slip, but it cost him. On that day, Lady Luck turned her head away from him and the heavens poured onto the campus of NRC. What's worst, Riddle had been on the botanical garden when it happened, tending to his alchemy experiment. He only noticed the downpour once it was too late to run back safely, getting caught in the middle of it.

And that's how Riddle Rosehearts found himself on the nurse's office, body burning up and cursing his unattentiveness.

Riddle remembers when he got sick once, as a child. He felt terrible, hot all over, sweating and dizzy. What's worse, he couldn't concentrate on his books at all, his eyes felt heavy and kept closing on their own. He just wanted to sleep, but he still had to finish one exercise. His hands trembled as he tried to write some gibberish, he'd never felt so bad before. His eyes watered and his vision was blurry, words getting mixed with the others, although there was one thing he could see clear as day. His mother disappointed face as she came to check on him. 

She put the back of her hand against his forehead and the cold felt so good against his burning skin, he couldn't help but lean into it, closing his eyes in relief and letting out a whimper. The sensation was gone sooner than it appeared, leaving Riddle to almost topple over with the weight of his own head. She said something about him not listening when she warned him about the climate change, as winter approaching tended to bring such colds. He couldn't listen properly, his head was full of mush, he could barely keep his eyes open. She tutted and grabbed him by the arm, getting him up so fast he felt like throwing up, his vision blacking out for a second and losing his footing, only that firm brusing hand on his arm keeping him up. 

She took him to his bed and gave him some bitter medicine, telling him to stay put for the rest of the day. He obliged, as always, what else could he do? His mother was a doctor, she knew what she was talking about. He knew she had better, more important things to do than look for her disobedient son that went and got himself sick. She's a busy woman, so busy that outside of lessons he almost never saw her. He understood, she had to work hard to keep herself at the top, and that meant she didn't have much free time to spare him. Still, he felt very lonely in such a vulnerable state. Alone in his room, the aching in his chest felt worse than the cold. The red of the wall burnt his eyes, so he burried himself on the covers, still sweating, hugged his pillow on his chest and wished, desperately hoped, for it to go away soon.

The sensations from back then come to haunt him again. There's shivers breaking out on his body but his skin burns, he can't decide if he's running too cold or too hot or too much. His muscles weight a ton, holding him back on the bed, making his movements sluggish. He wants to rip out his vocal cords and weave new ones, ones that won't grant on his ears and won't rasp his throat with every syllable.

He can hear the door opening. It's not the nurse, but you. Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

You have a worried look in your eyes as you pull a chair to sit next to his bed, eyeing him with concern. He hates that he's a bother, that he caused you distress over something so easily avoidable. Even so, your presence washes over him as if cleansing his soul. He's glad to see you, he realizes. He's glad to not be left alone.

There's a cup of water in your hands, and he gladly takes it, greedily downing it. The liquid freezes all the way down his throat, his flaring insides lapping it up, he wants to drink more and more. Your hand takes his and makes him slow down, least he chokes. It's a little thing, but this simple gesture makes his insides flutter. You take the glass from his hands once he's done, putting it on the bedside table and focusing your whole attention on him. He wants to drink up the sight of you.

The way Riddle looks at you leaves you breathless, fever ridden lidded eyes glancing through his lashes as if you were everything he could ever need. You hung up the stars on the sky, you painted every color of the sunset, you were the sun and the moon, the cosmos itself. He looked with so much adoration, as if he couldn't believe that you were still there, with him of all people. Him. You choose him and you stayed with him and he was so, so grateful for it.

You call out his name softly, oh so softly, and give him a kiss on the forehead, your lips leaving a tingling sensation. He wanted to berate you, to tell you to not that, since you could get sick too, but no word left his sore throat, he couldn't gather the strenght to protest against something that felt so good. Instead, he lets the words that run through his mind leave his tongue, unfiltered.

"You shouldn't be worrying about me, you have more important things to care about."

You smile, a bittersweet thing, eyes contemplating, as if asking youself 'doesn't he get it?' He's not in the best state to read your expression, though. You tenderly put your hand on his forehead, moving some hair sticking there and feeling his warmth. He leans into the touch, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

"Oh, Riddle, I'm taking care of something important. In fact, I can't think of a single thing that could be more important than you. The rest can wait, I want to make sure you're ok first and foremost."

Riddle's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What could he say to that? His vision blurries, but he isn't sure if it's because of the fever or something else. Maybe it has something to do with the way your eyes gaze at him, so full of unfiltered love that Riddle could never doubt a word that falls from your lips, doesn't matter if they seem too good to be true.

You giggle at his cute dumbfounded expression, teasing him a little. "Cat got your tongue?"

He pouts, cheeks puffing up a bit and turns his head away. It's extremely endearing, you can't help but let out a laugh. Your hand run through his bangs, taking them off his sweaty skin, massaging his temples. He closes his eyes, pure relief flowing through him.

It felt nice to be taken care of like this, the simple comfort of your steady presence by his side made him feel like he was safe, like it would be alright, that he could let go and trust you'd take care of him. He wanted to grip onto this feelings and not let go, let them fill him up and chase the disease out of his system. One of his hands lifted to cover yours that was still in his forehead, a childish impulse to make sure you'd stay. You let out another soft laugh, the sound being enough to make him breath better, lifting a weight from his chest. You'd stay, he was sure of it. You always do.

Still, Riddle felt disgusting, runny nose and sticky skin, face as red as his hair. He wanted to get out of his dermis, rinse his bones until they shined and stopped feeling like that, unbearably dirty. But you didn't move away from him, your expression was always that of worry and fondness, never of disgust. "I'd never be disgusted of you, Riddle." You murmur, and he must have let his thoughts slip through his loose tongue. "It's a normal reaction, you can't control it. There's no reason to feel ashamed." It's so easy to fall for your words, so easy to let himself fully believe in them, so easy to accept the reassurance.

Riddle can take care of himself. He doesn't need to be babied and he doesn't need anyone's pity. He wants to do things his way, he doesn't want to depend on anyone, doesn't want to look weak. But your gentle voice echoes in his head, saying that's ok to ask for help. He doesn't need to do everything alone, he can count on you. And he trusts you so much, with his entire soul, so he lets you stay by his side. He knows that once he wakes up, you'll still be there. You always stay. 

"Rest up, dear." Your voice hypnotizes him, there's no way to not listen when you hold so much fondness in a single word, a single word that makes his heartbeat run faster and a his lips curl upwards.

He lets himself fall freely in the feeling of your love. Your breathing lulling him to sleep, his fingers gripping your hand and not letting go. His eyes close softly, naturally, and the tension seeps away from his body. You'll take good care of him, he's sure. You'll hold his worries in your hands, taking them out of his mind to let him rest.

There's no doubt in his mind that what he feels is love. Outside, the harsh winds of winter cut through the sky. Inside, the soft warmth of spring envelops his sleep.

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YOUR REACTIONS TO THE EDIT ARE SO FUNNY, I'm glad you liked it, it's wonderful(ly horrible) I know I know

regarding which one is the most dramatic, I present thee: indian soap operas. yes, mexican telenovelas and filipino teleseryes tie between each other, but I think the indian soap operas take the cake on this one. this video I linked cracks me up EVERY TIME. also Pando you have such good taste, I love romcoms too! I've heard good things about kdramas but I haven't watched any so far, I plan to do it... some day... eventually.

HI HI YAKO WELCOME TO THIS (VERY LONG) POST !!! I just wanted to say you're absolutely right, this bird is evil he's having evil thoughts of causing mischief, just look at him. nightmare fuel. also fr the context of the song made no sense in that scene lmao

CHERRY NOT THE TOKYO DRIFT PARODY I'M CRYING WITH LAUGHTER 😭😭😭 THE YA HOO GETS ME

there are so many cool languages... I wish I could learn a bit of all of them but I'm way too lazy for that 😔 I'll keep my knowledge of like a single word in each language and leave it at that for now. Cherry you wanna know what I did to practice my english?? I talked to myself out loud until I got the hang of the pronunciation (I KNOW IT SOUNDS GOOFY BUT IT HELPED I SWEAR)

WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THIS EPISODE HELP???? the jumpscare I got when they started to sing in broken portuguese even tho I literally clicked on the video expecting it. I could only understand "eu quero mamãe", the rest is kinda jumbled. here's the song in case anyone wants to check it out! it says "I want my mommy", that's why the cats use it to mock Tom in this context

Rook's possible nickname for you made me remember that scene on Tom & Jerry when they're musketeers and Jerry's nephew is singing "alouette, je te plumerai~"

the song is about plucking the poor bird's feathers tho lol I searched about it a little, it's a interesting story tbh

oh yes, i remember that exact scene and song!! though, i first knew the song from a random memory of my pre-k years lol. the pre-k i went to taught us basic french for some reason, and they taught us the "Alouette" song early on. but as a four-year-old, it didn't really register in my head exactly what the song had meant (like many nursery and children's songs), so you can imagine the shock future me had when i found out what the song was truly saying 💀 the poor bird

but anyways, yes, my pre-k knowledge helped in thinking of rook's possible nickname for me bvjsdvkvs

I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT-- HELP???

Rook may be holding the brain cell but the true question is: is he willing to use it?

THATS SO CUTE he's just happy to be included!! he likes to hear what his friends have to say!! actually, Silver and Kalim friendship is a canon thing (see here) and it's so cute, their dynamic is basically:

THIS EDIT IS SO FUNNY THO CHERRY YOU'VE GOT AMAZING EDITING SKILLS

I actually do have a strong opinion on who should be who:

Kalim would be Blossom, both are leaders and although people tend to confuse Kalim's naivety for stupidity that's not true! he's the leader of Scarabia, the dorm of mindfulness! he's also a peacemaker, naturally caring and, as you said, red is pretty close to pink. I don't think he's that mature or level-headed (that's more like Silver), nor is he vain and overly analytical (that's more like Rook), but he's still the best for this role!

Silver would be Bubbles, both are more introverted and get along with animals (like disney princesses), he's also sweet and calmer. He's not naive and joyful (like Kalim) nor independent and sensitive (like Rook), but I think he would look pretty in blue!

Rook would be Buttercup more through a process of elimination honestly, he is stubborn, brave and a tough figther like her, though he isn't as hotheaded (I don't think any of them are).

in conclusion: LIGHT TRIO AS POWERPUFF GIRLS SO TRUE

You talked about Rook talking and I just remembered how much I want the light trio to have more interactions bc Rook talking [in French poetry], Kalim just laughing all the way and Silver taking everything at face value and dropping a "once my old man made fried pineapple with caramel soup for diner" talk about a good neutral chaotic group

OMG CHERRY. YOUR BRAAAIIINNN!!!!!!! I've never thought about this trio before but you're so right, they would be delightful to watch

like. Kalim wouldn't get freaked out by whatever Rook says, be it because it's super corny or super creepy. I think he'd just like to listen to it and maybe even like it??? him just going "oh thats very nice I wanna make poetry too!!" and just start saying some nonsensical thing alongside him (Jamil is about to get a headache). meanwhile Silver is just vibing there. I don't think he'd get roped into the senanigans as easily as Kalim but he's be passively participating. just listening. yes Rook that's very nice, but you know what's even nicer? your voice tone helping me fall asleep. people passing by the courtyard just find Silver napping while Kalim and Rook are talking in a code only they can understand (Jamil screams at the background, looking for Kalim). Rook thinks it's truly magnifiqué. in the cases Silver is not asleep he tries to add his two cents in with something he remember one of the Diasomnia members saying before (especially Lilia), even if it isn't connected at all to what they were saying before, Rook would think the father-son bond is beautiful and Kalim would think that's really nice how his friend gets along so well with his dad!!

Rook is CARRYING the chaotic energy, he's a true chaotic chaotic (morality is beautiful why should he stick to only one thing if he can experience all beautiful things!!) Silver is the calmer one, being more lawful neutral. Kalim is good chaotic, so he's like the balance between them. and thus, the powerpuff girls were created

you've opened my mind to this trio and now I'm going to think about the possibilities, thank you

Loved your take on him smelling like smoke and I completely agree! I have no idea how his hair works, physics wise his hair would be burning at atleast 2,500 degrees F if not up to 3000 degrees F so by all means simply brushing past him would leave you with atleast a slight burn if not worse, yet we see him tie it up in a ponytail and braid it. Also just a little silly fact since his hair canonically turns red when he’s angry that would mean his hair becomes a colder temperature when he’s angered than it is when he’s completely fine (p.s I love Idia thank you for talking about him with me!!) -🦭

I'm glad you did, 🦭!!!

RIGHT? but I don't think it burns at all, not himself nor other people, since no one has ever mentioned it? Idia is insecure about his hair, yes, but not because it's dangerous and has hurt people before, but because it's different and people might look at him weird. and just like you said anon, simply by brushing past him it would be able to leave a burn mark on someone!! which has never happened at all!!

maybe it has something to do with his curse? I don't know much about his backstory yet, though I'm pretty sure he's not fae or a demigod, but a human like most students, the only difference is that his family carries a curse that causes his hair to be in flames, his teeth pointy and his lips blue. I'm pretty sure that's it? there must be some reason (something involving the underworld?), but I haven't read chapter 6 so I'm not aware of it yet.

this curse might mean his hair is not actually on flames, but these are more like a symbolical fire? it imitates real fire, but acts just like hair (with a few exceptions at the tips that end up floating and giving it a fiery effect). that might be why he's able to touch it and mold it into different hairstyles.

it would also explain this emotional fact! like you said, his hair turns colder when he's angry, which wouldn't make much sense if you consider that there's a tendency of your blood rushing and making you run hotter when feeling strong emotions, particularly one as strong as anger. if you consider the color theory of it, though, it makes more sense: Idia is usually chill and calm, even melancholic, so blue fits his natural state. red is associated with negative fiery emotions, such as anger. pink is a soft color that brings to mind love, so when he's flustered it might burn pink. so on and so forth. it's very cute how you can tell his emotional state by his hair!

Idia is so interesting (and relatable at some points), I totally understand why he'd be one of your favorites, anon! I really enjoy talking about him with you, as you bring up so many good points I wouldn't have thought about!! I can't wait until chapter 6 comes to the english server so I can see more of him!

"I heard humans kiss others' wounds so that they heal faster and better... Did I do it incorrectly?"

Ramble anon back here again after reading the Jade romcom fic im crying cause im very happy again im so glad my ideas inspired you and seeing them being just made me 🥹😭✨ TYSM and im really glad you had fun and indulged yourself with it 🥺!! thats always good to hear.

really the fic was amazing and even had me kicking mt legs during it 😂,jade being smitten was adorable and ofc azul and floyd made me laugh with how done they were and how much they were bothering jade—sorry you two its not over yet the honeymoon phase is nigh

HELLO AGAIN RAMBLE ANON !!!

I'm really happy you liked it!!! I took a lot of inspo from your asks after all! I'd say it was a colective effort lol. ALSO YEAH IT WAS SOOO MUCH FUN even with me having a billion other things to do I managed to find time to write because of how much I was loving it and honestly I haven't felt that motivated in some time. I guess being self indulgent truly is the best medicine

I'm glad it did <3 Jade might have been a biiit ooc but I like to think he looks very composed while internally he's just. screaming with all his bottled up emotions. especially if the emotion is, lord help us, affection. such a vulnerable thing...

Azul didn't appear that much but when he did he was suffering the whole time LMAO I lobe you my pathetic little businessman <3 meanwhile Floyd was half having the time of his life half wanting to smash his head against the wall to not have to take a second longer of the tension between them

oh they tought these two were insufferable while just flirting with each other? good news, they're gonna get 100x worse now 😁 they better be prepared to hear Yuu's name more than their own for the next weeks <3

a human myth of red

STATUS: ongoing

PAIRING: jade x gn! reader

SUMMARY: jade leech had never expected to get caught up in a predicament such as this - a red sting on his finger that leads towards you. where does the myth begin and end? and just how will he go about it all?

CHAPTERS:

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I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT CHERRY <33 I'm doing my job as the number one Yulia stan fr fr

YAY I'M HAPPY I GOT HER PERSONALITY RIGHT!! I was thinking about our convos with her like "hmm... she's shy... but she can be a bit smug sometimes... also she's a Jack simp... hmm..."

I like to think Jack would want to learn, at least a little, of his beloved's mother language, since it's something important to them!! so whenever he hears Yulia say something in portuguese he'd want to know the meaning or he'd ask her how to say certain things!

"sadly for you, we're both clowns in this relationship" HELP CHERRY I LAUGHED OUT LOUD AT THIS

THE BROKEN PORTUGUESE!!! I had seem a video about a brazilian with an usamerican boyfriend and he spoke like that, I thought it was very endearing so I had to add it!!

surprisingly, his hair is very nice to draw! I loved putting them together, they are so cute <3 Yulia x Jack is canon, confia

[Amor - Jack Howl]

Summary: In which tending to cacti together leads to an unexpected love confession.

Notes: it's @italoniponic day!!! happy birthday Cherry <3 as your gift, I offer you this fluffy Yulia x Jack oneshot! I hope you like it <3

The clouds merge with the sunset, creating a painting of red and orange shades through the window.

Yulia sighs contently, adverting her gaze from the view outside and onto the room she found herself in. It was one she was used to, the familiarity of it making it the closest thing to a home that she had in this world. The plush bed covered in warm blankets, holding her weight as she changed directions to look at a certain wolf beastman.

Jack was taking care of his cacti. He wasn't turned with his back completely to her, but in a sideways position that didn't look all that comfortable. He wanted to make sure she could see the plants too, considerate as usual. 

The way he dotted on them with so much care, a fond expression in face, relaxed shoulders and ears twitching slightly, filled her chest with butterflies. Jack was endearing all on his own, his hard working and responsible personality all too charming, so to see him in such a gentle moment only accentuated the feelings she felt.

Yulia knew very well she had fallen head over heels for her friend. How could she not? When he was so attentive to her, helped her in the midst of the confusing situation she found herself in, made sure she wasn't alone and had someone to lean on... and he was just so pretty, it was unfair.

Like at that moment, the warm hues of the sky outside shining into the room and around Jack, enveloping him in colors. The serenity on his face, his tail swaying with the wind, his ears perking up as he turns to look at her, a soft smile on his face she knew she was the only one he'd show it to.

Without thinking, taken by the sheer affection rushing through her body, making her heart race faster, Yulia blurts out the first thing in her mind. "Eu te amo tanto."

It sounds so natural, so right, the words leaving her lips with such certainty. So much so, that it takes her a second to register what exactly she had said and blush from head to toe, hiding her red face with her hands.

How could she just say it like that!? After spending so much time thinking and planning how to confess... How would she ever be able to face him again after that? She wanted the ground to swallow her whole right then and there.

"What?"

Peeking from behind her fingers, Yulia sees Jack looking at her with a confused expression, ears slightly pulled back and head tilted to the side. It's so endearing she almost doesn't register his question.

Oh. Oh right. For a moment, she forgot she had said that in portuguese. She sighs, relieved, but her face stays a persistent pink as she avoids his eyes.

"Nothing, nothing, don't worry about it." She waves it off, willing her voice to stay even.

"You said love, right? You thaught me that word, amor."

Damn the day Jack eagerly asked her to teach him more about her mother tongue, damn it! And damn the way the word amor sounds so appealing coming from his voice!

"A-ah, well." She sttuters, not wanting to lie to him.

There's a beat of silence, then another one. Yulia's mind races a mile per hour as she tries to come up with some believable excuse that doesn't sound super lame.

"Were you talking about the cacti?"

"U-uh?" Taken aback from his intent look, his eyes boring curiously into hers, and inquisitive tone, Yulia answers with the truth. "No... not that I don't like them or anything! They're lovely."

Jack looks pleased with the compliment, smiling a tad wider before his fangs bite onto his lips softly. He comes closer to the bed, looking around his room.

"About the sunset, then?"

"It's very pretty, but..." The trailing off at the end of her phrase answers enough. His eyes examine his room, pausing at the elements that stand out before passing through everything. 

He stands before her, making their legs touch from the proximity. Jack is staring at Yulia's face, as if looking for... something. He bends down, creating a shadow over her that wraps the whole moment in a bubble of warmth, just the two of them on it. His ears are perked up, no doubt listening to the lowest of sounds. Yulia gulps on air, wondering if he hears the symphony of the beating of her heart.

His tongue licks over his mouth, a show of nerves, and she's mesmerized, not able to look away. His chest is on eye level with her head, making the other option be to stare at his toned muscles, which she feels would be much more embarrassing.

"Was it... about me?" He suggests in a whisper, abashed by the thought, but burning with eagerness to know. 

"You... you're right. I said: I love you so much."

Yulia holds her breath as she waits for his reaction. Her hands tremble slightly as her heart runs wildly, every nerve screaming at her boldness. 

Jack's face looks the same, but she can hear a faint whooshing sound coming from behind. Turning her head, she sees his tail wagging from side to side, so hard she wonders if it hurts. She lets a little smile form on her face at this, hope consuming her.

"You seem happy."

He adverts her eyes, a hand going up to scratch the back of his neck, one of his ears twitching up and down. Yulia giggles, the giddness she feels spilling over.

"I am." He mumbles, gaze flickering back at her, anxiously waiting for her reaction. His tails hits her legs at the sides, not slowing down at all.

Yulia lets a smile bloom on her face, lightning up considerably. "Ah, I see... would you like for me to say it again?"

"W-what?" It's his turn to be taken by surprise, fur rising alongside the heat on his skin. Yulia keeps looking at him, watching how it takes his entire willpower to admit it in a straight forward way. "I'd... like that..." 

Yulia's shaky hands come in contact with his face, his startled eyes widening, and brings it closer to hers, noses close enough to touch. His hands come to rest on the bed by her sides, keeping him upright. Yulia clears her throat, closing her eyes and touching her forehead with his as she lets the words out, sounding much more like a confession.

"Eu te amo, Jack."

There's something about saying certain things in your mother language that makes them feel more powerful, more intimate, more meaningful. She stores all her overwhelming affection on the three words and hopes he can feel it back, all the feelings she can't articulate.

Jack lets out a sound that sounds like a mix between a groan and a purr, somehow. Yulia can tell he's pleased by the way he pulls back to look at her and braces himself to the arduous task of talking about his feelings.

"Yulia, te amo você muito." 

The grin that appears on her face stretches her cheeks from how wide it is. The fact Jack tried to say it back, even with wonky grammar, makes her fall in love all over again, her heart fluttering. 

"You're way too endearing, Jack." 

Yulia leans in and brings his face closer, brushing their noses in an eskimo kiss that leaves both flustered. There's a blanket of serenity between them, commiting this tender moment in their memories.

He nuzzles his head on Yulia's shoulder, arms coming up her back to hold her close to him. Her hands slide to his hair, the white locks soft to her touch, the occasional strokes to his ears making shivers run through his skin and his tail wag just a bit faster. 

"What now?"

"As long as you're smiling... then I'm happy too. I'd like it if you were smiling by my side." 

Yulia lets out a laugh, the redundant way of asking her to date him is just like Jack.

"I'm always smiling by your side."

The whiney-like noise of happiness he lets out makes her laugh again, a soft sound that washes over the scene carrying pure delight.

The sun has already set, the stars kissing the dark sky and giving them their blessing. The moon looks over them, it's shine illuminating the room. Yulia glows underneath it, basking in the moment.

With fierce fondness, she thinks she could get used to this. 

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