i just think the noodle should get to swear

A hat under waters: Subcon seas!

Planning to edit snatcher's design in the future because I'm not that proud of it & already have something in mind, but have this for now :) (...aaand I now realize that most of the text might be hard to read! whoops I'll make it clearer on the next one, apologies)

Step 46: Hat Teen’s letter

One last thing before all the stuff about Hat Teen is done: Her response :3c

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Step 45 | Step 47 | All steps of Route of Recovery

have a lil snatcher in these trying times

Yeah

Ramattra Drabble

"Are you okay?" He asks, optics looking over at you. He notices how your shoulders are slumped, eyes vacant.

When met with a shrug, not even a hum, Ramattra makes his way over to you, sitting down beside you.

"What is the matter?" Ramattra goes to move closer, but when you don't react, he drops his arms. "You can talk to me."

"I don't feel like talking."

Ramattra hums. "Would you like some tea? Coffee?"

You shake your head.

"Would you like a blanket?"

Another shake of the head.

The omnic sits there dumbfounded. He goes through his systems, wondering if he missed something.

"You being here is enough." You finally say, glancing over at him and giving him a small smile.

"Then I shall stay here."

The prophecy

neuvillette doesn’t want the public to know about his girlfriend. he wants his private life to be private. he doesn’t care even if it means he has to go to ridiculous measures like awkwardly sneaking you into the court, wearing ridiculous, hooded disguises and only going on dates at night— he doesn’t care.

if someone ever caught the two of you, they’d find themselves eavesdropping on two clothed figures, hand-in-hand, loudly chatting and snickering away into the quiet night of fontaine.

Would some of you be interested in them?

Like for real? I think about making some again

Doubble-sided Master Kohga Key chains

ೃ⁀➷ THIEF! ★

Based off this ask by @raphuna-nekomada !!

The first time, Neuvillette brushed it off as if nothing had happened.

He spent the entire morning looking for his dedicated Monday bow, black with silver intricacies that you personally picked out for him many years ago.

"Must be a sign from the universe not to go into work," you hummed from the bed, rolling over and inviting him back under the blanket. He hadn't indulged you on Monday, instead opting to use his Tuesday ribbon and huffing about how he would find the missing article later.

The second time it happened, he was suspicious.

Two days in a row his ribbon had gone missing, now his Wednesday ribbon had been used for Tuesday. It irked him, and while he had no other reason to suspect that you were the culprit, the way you beckoned him back to bed again flicked a switch in his mind.

Ultimately, he hadn't indulged you on Tuesday either.

The third time it happens, he saunters up to your side of the bed immediately.

"My love," he calls, and for a moment you think he hasn't caught you because he's lacking any sort of stern tone— the kind he would address Wriothesley with.

"Yes?" You peer up at him with a glimmer of mischief, clutching something to your chest. His eyes narrow and he kneels onto the bed beside you.

"Have you seen my ribbon?"

"I haven't."

"Are you sure? I'm certain I left it on the dresser last night."

"You must be imagining things, dearest."

Even though it hurts so much

“Foolish to put that much responsibility on your own shoulders.”

His fingers shifted to massage your shoulders melting the stress away, he was right, how foolish were you to convince yourself that everyones happiness relied on you and your capability to keep them afloat.

“Why do you do it?”

“Who am I if I cannot help someone overcome things they need help with.”

“You are alive, someone who works hard everyday.”

He wasn’t wrong, you worked hard for many things everyday, it was silly to put so much responsibility onto yourself when you already dealt with so much.

“It is not your job to take care of everyone, they can take care of themselves wether they say they can or otherwise.

“You make me sound dumb.”

“What you believe to be right is mildly dumb but not you as a human.”

Ramattra’s words seemed slightly backhanded, but the way his hands continued to gently massage into your body said otherwise.

“You must take care of yourself, that is what helps them the most.”

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This is short and I hate it but reassurance. @ya-zz