#Xero turned out VERY PRETTY

[bluegekk0]

babygirl (malnourished and traumatized)

some au lore for this under the cut

as you can see, he was really skinny before the "feral" chapter of the au. that is because, as i mentioned before, he pretty much only survived on soul. he had multiple reasons to do so, most of them rooted in trauma and the fear of rejection. he was born a weak runt, and having to fight for scraps all of his childhood turned him very food-greedy. once he learned soul magic, he began to sustain himself with soul, both to satisfy himself and to avoid killing too many lesser bugs, as his plans of building a kingdom were already in motion. however, his greedy behavior never went away, and after changing forms, he continued to avoid food out of fear of being rejected and seen as a beast (and thus a hypocrite), as he still struggled to control his gluttonous instincts

then came another storm: the xero incident. what seemed like an evenly matched fight between two powerful beings, quickly turned much darker than anticipated. hornet's presence changed its course, and after xero aimed one of his blades in her direction, the king blacked out. the next thing he remembers is xero's corpse, and the smell and taste of blood that stained his own robes. shaken by the event, pk became even more wary of eating, as he feared that his instincts could make him a threat to others

his soul-based diet seemed to satisfy him for a long time, and the side effects have only begun to appear many years into his reign. he was always slim, but over time, his body weakened, and he became sickly and fragile. he needed nutrition, and yet he kept telling himself and others that it's just a result of the stress related to the infection and everything that surrounded it. he didn't want to acknowledge the truth: what once seemed to be the perfect solution, was now slowly killing him

pk's breakdown over the return of the infection, and the subsequent hibernation, ironically served as a wake up call. once his slumber was interrupted, he couldn't use his powers anymore, so the choice was simple: eat or die. no more tricks, he couldn't buy himself any more time. and so, eventually, he embraced his instincts, and continued to do so even after moving to dirtmouth. his unusual ways were generally accepted by the community, and the prospect of finally being himself felt liberating. he gained weight, perhaps a bit more than necessary, but most importantly, his body regained its strength, although even at his current state he's still quite sickly

#hollow knight #feral pk au #hk pale king #pale king #hk xero #xero #au designs #gekko.art #blood

[timextoxhajima]

members: tbz eric

genres: smut because im too tired to think of a plot

warnings: smut. slight exhibitionism. idk what that last one is. i dont think it’s breeding. 

wc: 1.2k

tbz smut taglist: @from-xero​ @vantxx95​ @just-here-to-read-01​ 

do you ever look at a person and wonder: how much would it take for me to fuck him?

“one vanilla milkshake, please.”

the boy on the other side of the counter is reluctant to pull his eyes away from his phone as the game runs, but when he finally looks at you, there’s a perfect amount of electricity in the air. 

“one vanilla milkshake for the pretty lady,” he grins, jabbing the order screen and immediately turning around to the machine before you can even reach for your purse. 

the 90s disco and pop music in the back was thankfully eardrum-safe, so you can hear the machine whir and pop as he pulls on the lever. the resistance in the machinery forces his biceps out - just under the rim of his sleeve - and if you stared a little harder, there was that one artery that runs down to his forearm. 

“here,” he turns and slides it across the counter, picking out a couple of napkins and handing it to you. 

but the resolution remains, so you take the cup and dip your finger in it, making an effort to pick up much more than your tongue can. the rest of it goes onto your lips, and you ask with wide, doe eyes, “how much was it again?”

his name tag says eric, and he looks a little taken aback as he struggles to regain his composure. “um, it’s on the house,” he manages to blurt. 

“really!” you smile a wide one and flick your tongue out over the cream on your lips. “oh, i couldn’t possibly just walk off with a free item. is there anything i could make an exchange for?”

eric picks up a drying cloth and cleans his hands. “depends.”

the only noises left in the skating rink were the kids hooting outside in the carpark, so when eric comes around the corner to where he had told you to wait for him, the first thing he says is, “make a sound and everybody else will hear you.”

he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you behind to the counter where you had ordered the milkshake at, easily picking you up and resting you on the cold marble surface. your tennis skirt flares out, exposing your skin and the gasp that you would’ve let out quickly runs into his mouth instead when he quite literally starts inhaling your lips. 

the moans are involuntary, but his hot palms are on your thighs and squeezing the life out of your flesh, fingers sliding in and out from your inner thighs to outer where your hips were. your arms are already over his shoulders, hands and nails digging into his hair that was slowly loosening itself from the wax. 

“oh, fuck,” he breathes through heavy kisses, thumb and index finger beginning to pull the sides of your underwear down from under your rear. 

a little giggle escapes your mouth when he eagerly kneels, hooking his arms under your thighs and pulling your closer to the edge by your ankles. his breath is hot on you, fingers digging into the met flesh of your thigh and your hip. 

your head throws back with ecstasy (and quite honestly, pure lust) when his nose presses into you. his tongue flicks around, searching for the little switch that would turn you on, if you weren’t already. 

“sweet,” he groans into you, and the vibrations rush up your entire torso. the goosebumps erupt all over your arms as you reach down to comb through his hair. toes curled and calves resting on his shoulders, he starts sucking, licking, prodding.

there’s a loud whimper that screeches out of you, and he digs his nails into your hip as a warning.

he pulls away, shamelessly licking his lips as he stands back up. he presses a hand to your stomach, pushing you to lie down on the counter. 

he’s very much violating you - but just the way you want it. 

his grope on your chest empties your lungs, but the moans go muffled again when he lets you taste yourself.

you’re positive that his grip would leave marks, but they are for you to enjoy when you get home and stare yourself in the mirror. there’s a low groan in the back of his throat when he yanks your shirt upwards, and finds the buckle between your breasts. 

“oh,” he chuckles under his breath, taking his time to use his teeth on the buckle. “naughty.”

the cups fall apart, and he doesn’t give you the time to prepare yourself. 

he was hungry, horny, leaving marks in places that would be obvious if you weren’t careful, pulling on your skin until it darkened and bruised. 

but clearly, he’s not very patient at taking his time, for he pulls back enough to undo his belt, and the tent in his boxers is a sight to behold. 

he shoves a finger into his mouth, then slides it over your folds. watching him align himself with yours conjured all the butterflies in your stomach, but this last a minute - for he slips himself in with minimum effort. 

the feeling of being full; the feeling of feeling him twitch inside you; the thought of having his remnants dripping out of you - drives you mad. 

“come here,” he breaths into your neck, picking your wrists and interlocking his fingers with yours. he leans over you, shifting his hips slowly, then picking up his pace barely after a few rolls. 

he knows you’re impatient - he is too. 

it won’t take too much for you to finish - all the thoughts in your head is enough to drive you over the edge. the slaps get louder, the groans and mewls are music to his ears. 

his lips travel from your lips, to your ears and neck and down to your breasts. 

he’s fucking the life out of you, and that’s exactly what you want. 

“feel good?” he bites on your earlobe, suddenly slowing down enough to pull all the way out and push his entire length back in. he pulls away, and looks down at himself disappearing into you. 

“oh, pretty,” he mumbles under his breath, thumb on your crotch to help you ease your needs. 

“come with me, please,” your teary eyes look up at him, hair in a mess and eyes darkened. “come inside me.”

like a little whore, he obeys, leaning over you again and slotting his lips between yours. his pace picks up almost immediately, however aware not to change his angle. 

your entire body jerks along with his, and your mind shifts into static mode when it gets a little closer with every thrust. 

like a tight rope that releases itself, something explodes inside you. something hot fills you up even more, and he pulls out after a couple of pants. he looks down, running a finger back into you. your stomach and chest heaves, exposed to the air. 

as he admires his doing on your skin, he pulls his finger out, reaching up to the counter and shoving it into your mouth. 

“you better give me your number after this.”

#the boyz smut #eric smut #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz eric #eric scenarios #eric imagines #eric x reader smut #tbz smut #tbz scenarios #tbz imagines #tbz eric smut #the boyz eric smut

[avalonianrising]

I can’t believe she’s finally here. I don’t know why exactly, but I was having trouble finding an all-white-range Coatl that I really liked. Actually...just in general. (With Earth eyes, at least, haha.)

This is the Coatl from Cairn’s story! She decided her name was Xero (that’s definitely because of her lyrics, pfft), and I already love her with my whole being.

I wanted her outfit to mimic Cairn’s, and I think it turned out pretty gosh darn nice!

Xero is what happens when you somehow manage to get by Cairn. The tunnels in the Temple of the Torn are so, so, so expansive, mind you. And the residents there know that a tiny dragon such as a Fae (or even a determined Spiral!) might just get by their main defense. Is this why Cairn chose her? Maybe!

If confusion, and some very ominous whispering don’t deter you, then a very disconcerting rumbling just might.

The rider of the great Hydra, Xero, makes very quick work of any sneaky intruders. You really should have watched those tunnels in the walls.

#The Temple of the Torn #/muffled humming of delight #OoOoOoOo I love her so much...aaa...

[voidendron]

Catz Shenanigans™️ : 7 Days to Die Addition

in no particular order of events......

-we all spawned like 2km from each other and just all started running in Gham's general direction. our first few nights were spent in a garage. Xero built a little platform in front of it and that's where we spent our first blood moon. ...24 hours early. we thought it would trigger as soon as Day 7 started at midnight, so we were up in the tower with our little starter weapons, then realized we were early ajsdl;kjd. we were Very aware of the actual blood moon the night of the 7th day

-the server was originally set so friendly fire was off. it somehow got turned back on and. uh. Dusty and I were out questing when we discovered that. I ran up to kill a spitter with my sledgehammer, then suddenly got one-shot. I thought the spitter blew up and killed me - buuuut it turned out Dusty shotgunned me in the face. whoops. (we wanted it turned back off at first, but it's actually a pretty fun challenge to try not to kill each other during fights)

-I've kinda ended up the "pick up the newbies" person. so I shove a minibike in my inventory because we've got a lot of them and take off on a motorcycle. it's kinda funny watching the minibike putter along behind

-"THE BIRDS SPIT NOW?????!!!"

-

Glelk: "uuuuhh I'm infected what do I do"

Dusty: "you're still low-level, probably easier to die than waste antibiotics 'cause you won't have the XP penalty yet"

Me: "...can I sledgehammer him"

*cue Glelk flying straight up in the air from a one-shot hammer to the face while Gham and I bust out laughing*

-

-Questing in what we've been calling the mine, but it's obviously some sort of research bunker. Dusty went to kill something, then immediately died. Glelk had accidentally shot him instead of the zombie in front of him

-tbh lots of accidental friendly fire that sends people a km away

-my sworn enemy: heavy hatch trapdoors. I have So much trouble getting up around them when they're above a ladder and have had many a sprained/broken leg from falling off ladders trying to get up top of bunkers

-"there's spikes outside the pit now be careful ...... ow" "did you just walk into spikes YOU placed???"

-"KILLER BIRDS" "I SEE THEM" *furious squawking* *lots of gunshots*

-revenge killings for accidental friendly fire. Gham and Dusty are the main culprits of this one

-

Dusty and I just standing in the garage half AFK. I look at him, look at my hotbar, equip a hammer, smack him in the face with it and run off

Dusty: "did you just punch me????" *chases me down and punches me like four times while cackling*

-

Bone: *using a nailgun to upgrade blocks*

Me: "shoot me"

Bone: *NO HESITATION NAILGUN TO THE FACE*

Me: "...ow."

Bone: *goes back to upgrading like it didn't happen* *pauses* *SPRINTS over to Dusty to also shoot him in the face with it*

-

Most recent blood moon: we built a second watchtower on the opposite corner from the first one. That's where I was most of the attack

...until I fell off and landed in the spike pit that is our trench

broken leg, no way out, close to dead, and zombies were still pouring in. they started beelining right for me

only to....kill themselves on spikes in an attempt to get to me, and those that didn't die to spikes got a magnum to the face

I lasted WAY longer than I had any right to (including MULTIPLE bikers, military, spitters, demolitionists, and irradiated zombies) before a biker finally managed to reach me while I was reloading ajksdl;asjdlk

-

*Dusty and I trying to figure out how to kill zombies from the watchtower when they're at the garage doors under the platform*

Dusty: *places a block frame* *tests to make sure you can't fall through it* *tests to make sure you can still shoot through it*

Dusty: "okay... can we throw an explosive through?" *immediately sets himself on fire with a molatov while I back away*

Dusty: "hmmm...." *tries again and sets himself on fire AGAIN* "ok can't throw things through it good to know"

-

Me: "I bought grenades from the trader" :D

The rest of the group: "..."

-

Gham: *swinging a flaming machete to kill things*

Me: *gets clipped and start bleed as well as set on fire* *panic-swings at the nearest zombie*

Gham: *takes a sledgehammer to the face (collateral damage oops)*

Both: *run tf out of there as I guzzle water to put myself out and juggle bandages so I don't bleed to death*

-

Dusty and I were looking for blue block things that give cobble when harvested, so started snooping around a construction site

found lots of cobble

...then discovered a cave under the site

without a second thought we both bolted forward to explore it, totally ignoring the dozen or so mangled corpses leading farther in

..only to immediately shriek and run the other way as a zombie bear chased us

Me: "run through that door it won't reach us!!"

Bear: *gets stuck in doorway so we can safely kill it*

Me: "btw I had no idea that would actually work"

Dusty: "..."

-

Went out hunting big game with Dusty and Shiba since I'm the main hunter/food prepper of our group but wanted to go after bigger things like bears to get more meat since we were low on food but doing so alone can be incredibly dangerous

Dusty: *kills a mountain lion* "got a bobcat for ya!"

Me: "...bobcat?????"

Dusty: "Just passed a bobcat"

Me: "couger"

Dusty: "there's another bobcat ahead"

Me: *sobbing* "it's not a bobcat"

Me: "Just killed another bobcat. .....GODDAMMIT DUSTY"

Dusty: *cackles*

-

"Where'd Gham go??"

*muffled shooting from across the street*

"ah there she is"

-

there was a video store next to the firehouse that zombies kept somehow getting on the roof of and jumping over our wall from

Dusty got sick of it, grabbed his auger, and collapsed the entire building. I was his watchdog so I could yell at him to get out when it started collapsing over him lmfao

we've been calling it the last blockbuster, and now we're gonna use the plot where it once stood as a greenhouse ajksdl;ajsk

-

*cackling as we purposefully run over zombies with our motorcycles*

-

Dusty: *AFKs in the doorway to the armory*

Me: *can't get past him to get into the room bc of collision* "Let me innnnnnnnn" 😭

Gham: "...I has idea" *murders Dusty* "armory's open!" :D

Dusty, short while later: "how did I die???"

Gham: "you deserved it!!"

Dusty: *sets out on revenge*

-

Dusty and I practically yelling while mining and continuing to repeat ourselves to each other because the augers are so damn loud

we probably sounded ridiculous to the rest of the group aksdl;jaslkd

#void plays #7 days to die #it Would Not be nearly as much fun to play solo i don't think #we're all having Such a blast

[theherosreturn]

(A.N. Remember me asking you to change V from going for the horn to a spine on Bismarck? Here’s why the reason was simple)

(What V did was a mistake long term, however. True, she did take one of the tall needle-like spines right out of Bismarck’s back, but in exposing an obvious weak point Bismarck thrashed, throwing everyone on his back off and causing a roar, turning the sky an eerie yellowish-green and summoning two strange creatures, one glowing blue and the other green, followed by the clouds thickening a bit and the Lord of Mists disappearing into them)

Bradley: Ok, half of us should take one of these Sanuwa replicas, and the other half takes the other one!

(A distance away, Xero could sense that the weather was worsening…he could use that, as he relayed to his incoming forces to prepare to strike during a storm. Bandit saboteurs had already started to infiltrate Newtopia, it’s many residents distracted themselves by the sudden shift I’m the weather…and a few hiding in the city peering out to see the unusual shift as well)

Maki, as she and Kaito had noticed the very sudden shift in weather: This doesn't bode well...*As this was happening, the saboteurs in question were placing hidden explosives within certain parts of the kingdom to create more openings for the others besides just the gate that would also be destroyed by something that was rapidly charging straight at it*

(Meanwhile with The heroes)

Serial designation V, while already firing at the Green one: Dibs on the greenie~!

Uzi: Pretty sure you have to actually touch the thing to officially call "Dibs" but I don't think it applies here...Guess I'll take the blue one then.

#Multiversal Fusion #adventureverse #Chaos-verse

[chipper-smol]

Feral Vessel Chain 2

reminder that these are being posted by when they finish and not chronologically 

Prompt: Herrah has a heart to heart with Feral about looking after Hornet once she’s called to fulfill her duty as a dreamer.

( @reverieriver​ )

“Feral one.”

Herrah’s voice, calm as it was, immediately had their attention. Ghost wouldn’t say they were afraid of the Beast, not by any stretch of the word--but they also weren’t inclined to go against her lest they get on her bad side. They’ve seen her bad side. It wasn’t something they wished to inflict on even the Radiance.

“Come with me. I need to speak with you in private.”

Respect, that was it. Everything about her presence demanded respect. That wasn’t something they gave freely, but they respected her. They nodded in silent affirmation, and followed as she led them away.

It was only when the both of them were settled in a quiet room away from the bustle of the Palace that Ghost noticed the tiny, red-cloaked form of a familiar spiderling clinging to her mother in her sleep. Their heart did a little jump inside their chest. It was still difficult to imagine this adorable being as the cold and stern sister that tried to kill them twice.

“Ghost.” Once again, Herrah’s voice redirected their attention at once, moreso now with the sound of their name. So she did know it. Father or Mother must have mentioned it in passing. Why did she need to talk to them, though? They watched her with intent curiosity. She said nothing at first, taking the time to contemplate her words before she spoke again. “You know what is going to happen.”

They tried their hardest to tamp down the sudden surge of panic that threatened to rise up. What did she mean by that? There wasn’t any way she could know, right? There might have been suspicions, of course, but they thought they were pretty good at hiding the whole “I’m from the future and know everything that’s going to happen” deal.

“You know of the plan the Wyrm has for us.” Oh. Right. That. That was something they knew anyway. Of course they did, they were technically part of it. But why bring it up now?

They watched as Herrah gingerly plucked her daughter from her cloak to cradle in her arms instead. The hatchling fussed for only a moment, scrubbing her eyes with tiny hands before nestling against her mother and settling into sleep again. There was a look in Herrah’s eyes that Ghost wasn’t sure they’ve ever seen before as she gazed down at Hornet. A certain softness, a mother’s affection... but also, fear. Uncertainty.

“I...” She faltered, and took a deep breath before continuing. “One day, I will enter an eternal slumber. On that day, and all the days after, I will not be able to care for my child. I will not be able to raise her.” She hugged her daughter a little closer. Her voice wavered in a way that made Ghost ache to the very core of their void. “I won’t see her grow up.”

Finally she looked at Ghost again, after collecting herself. “Someone will have to look after her, in my stead. Someone I trust enough to hold my child’s life in their hands.”

She moved in close to them. Something shifted, and their arms reflexively curled around a gentle weight placed in their grasp. Herrah pulled back, and Ghost realized with a start that Hornet now rested against them. The hatchling’s eyes blearily blinked open, looking up at Ghost... and then she nuzzled into them much like she had with her mother, and went back to sleep.

They looked up at Herrah again. There was something like a sad smile in her eyes. “Out of everyone here, I trust you the most. Ironic, isn’t it?”

Their gaze dropped back to the little slumbering spiderling in their arms. She was so small. So light, she barely weighed anything. But the gravity of the situation sat heavy in their mind, as they remembered again that she was one day going to grow into the Hornet they knew. They remembered again how she looked when they returned from the dream realm after breaking Herrah’s seal. They remembered her grief, and their own guilt.

They wanted more than anything to change that; to see her grow up with her mother; to see what kind of bug she would become if she never lost her, and never closed herself off to the world, cold and bitter. If they succeeded, and the Dreamers never had to Dream.

But if they failed, if they didn’t find a way to get the Dream Nail or some other means to fight the Radiance, then what would all this be for? Hornet would still lose her mother, their sibling would still be sealed away, everything would continue to fall apart in slow motion and there wouldn’t be anything they could do about it.

Ghost wanted to protect their family, but as things stood now, they couldn’t even protect them from their fates. Couldn’t even protect the spiderling in their arms, so small and so vulnerable, from the pain they knew she would suffer in the future. Vaguely, they were aware of Herrah beginning to say something when--

“No cry!” a tiny voice squeaked.

They looked down, startled. They hadn’t even realized that Hornet had awoken at some point. Worse yet, they hadn’t realized the moment that tears began spilling down their mask. But she had. “No cry,” she pleaded once more, a tiny hand reaching in their general direction as though trying to offer comfort. They dipped their head towards her, and she pawed at their tears.

It almost made them want to laugh, that their baby sister of all bugs would try to comfort them right now. They carefully shifted her weight to one arm so they could have a hand free to wipe their eyes.

“You... don’t have to, you know,” Herrah offered. “I simply thought that, considering how I trust you and how she adores you--”

Ghost raised their hand with a quick motion to say, stop. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to, that much was certain. But their resolve was set now; they were going to do everything in their power to make sure that they wouldn’t have to. Not that they could tell her as much. So they gave her a nod in answer. If, and only if, they did fail after everything was said and done, then they would take care of Hornet in her mother’s stead.

Herrah nodded in turn, and her relief was nearly tangible. They could only imagine how she must have worried for her daughter’s future. “Thank you, Ghost. Now, if I may have my child back?” She reached for Hornet, only for the spiderling to scuttle straight up Ghost’s head to settle between their horns in an attempt to get away. “Little one...”

“Wanna stay wif Ghos’!”

Herrah laughed softly. Ghost did as well, if only silently. “Well, alright, then. I suppose I can let you watch her for a while. I trust you’ll take good care of her.”

They nodded. No matter what happened, they promised: They would take care of their sister.

( @philliaesaya​, https://twitter.com/ArtistPhillia )

( @ofstormsandfire​ )

If Ghost could speak, they’d have to say they very much underestimated just how high-energy their sister would be. But then, who would they say it to? They certainly wouldn’t admit it to the Pale King, who likely isn’t even aware of their current whereabouts, never mind Hornet’s. Herrah is a possibility. Their mother is also a possibility.

But due to a particular monarch’s insistence on his perfect vessel having no voice to cry suffering, Ghost is as voiceless as the day they were hatched. Never mind that they are, by choice, nearly as far from being that perfect, impossible vessel as anyone can be without actively colluding with the Radiance.

(That wasn’t a choice Ghost had ruled out, upon waking up in their past. They haven’t entirely ruled it out even now. But to do anything concerning the Radiance, Ghost would first need the Dream Nail. To get the Dream Nail, they first need to find the Seer. And, unfortunately, their drawings of moths when shown to others are always mistaken for surprisingly non-insulting caricatures of the king.)

“Ghostie! Be tall!”

Out of nowhere, Hornet leaps all the way from the ground to cling onto Ghost’s mask. She hangs there and giggles. Her giggles only intensify as she starts to slip.

If Ghost could smile, they would. As is, they catch her with a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, and deposit her once again in the space between their horns. Hornet grabs both of them with a tiny cheer, and they start walking again.

They still can’t quite decide what is stranger: Hornet being this small, or Hornet being this friendly. This is a Hornet long before her life and her family fell apart, before any of the things that make her who she becomes go horribly wrong. But they still see the Hornet they know in her own, clumsy attempts at pranking the king, attempts that are slowly but surely getting better and better.

The Pale King blames Ghost, as he does for even the smallest and fully unrelated inconvenience. Ghost strongly suspects Hornet would have turned out like this with or without their influence.

Their wandering takes them to the Resting Grounds, as it often does. Never before has it been with their sister in tow. They pass the space where Xero’s grave will rest, the not-yet-built memorial to the Dreamers. Both are reminders of time running out.

Xero did not turn against the king for no reason. He has not, yet. He will not until their sibling is sealed away, and it is becoming clearer and clearer that the desperate plan the king pinned everything on has failed.

There were Six Great Knights, once.

And the Dreamers… Ghost cannot speak for Lurien, as the Watcher is conspicuously absent from his Spire whenever Ghost comes around. Perhaps he knows, somehow, that Ghost would exact revenge for his knights in prank after prank after prank. Perhaps he doesn’t, but merely suspects what Ghost is up to and hides himself away in preparation. But even he does not deserve to sleep forever, no matter how many times they were reduced to shade and broken shell attempting to reach him.

They have met Monomon and Herrah, however. Monomon automatically earns a place on their List Of Bugs They Like, Actually by sheer virtue of unintentionally assisting them in their sacred quest of vengeance (and on one notable occasion, very intentionally assisting them.) Quirrel had already been there, and nothing short of him attempting to kill them would take him off that list. Their opinion of him had shot up with his involvement in the Unn Incident, however.

Herrah is so much like the Hornet Ghost remembers that it’s painful. They’d overheard her, once, saying that a large part of why she’d agreed to this was so Hornet wouldn’t have to go through the things she had.

There had been no crimes committed against the king that day. They had been too busy crying somewhere no one would find them.

Lost in their thoughts, they almost miss the flash of movement up ahead. Almost. They do not, however, miss the gasp, nor the… was that a purple cloak?

It might have been. It was certainly some dark color. The Seer wore a dark purple cloak, or perhaps those were the wings they never saw her use outside the realm of dreams. That might not be the Seer. That could be any other bug, or even just a figment of their imagination.

But if it is her… why would she be hiding from them?

The answer is so obvious, Ghost could kick themself for not realizing it sooner. Of course the Seer would hide from a vessel, now. For all she knows, they could be their sibling, but even if she has no knowledge of the Pale King’s plans, of course she’d hide from someone close to the king.

They have no voice to explain otherwise. Somehow, Ghost gets the feeling she won’t stick around long enough for them to sign anything, and even if she did, she wouldn’t know their signs! Only they, their sibling (who Ghost stubbornly refuses to refer to even mentally as Hollow, because they are not) and to a limited extent, their mother understand their signs.

They can’t exactly write an explanation, either.

Maybe they can steal the Dream Nail? They would feel kind of bad, but it’s for a good cause and they can always just give it back once they’ve dealt with the Radiance, however they’re dealing with the Radiance. That might be their best option at the moment, actually, but what if the Seer attacks them?

What if she attacks Hornet?

They reach up to their horns, disentangling the tiny presence there that had just begun to purr. Internally, they apologize for setting her down.

“Ghostie? Where you going?”

I’m sorry. I’ll be right back. They pat her on the head and pull out a charm: Nailmaster’s Glory, no longer in Sly’s possession and unlikely to be returned to Sly’s possession anytime soon. Ghost places it in her tiny grasp and closes her grip around it.

“Keep dis safe?”

Ghost nods.

“Like Ghost keep safe?”

Their shoulders sag, but they still nod.

“I’ll be right back,” they sign, even though it will be a very long time before she understands half of what they say around her. Somehow, somehow, Hornet seems to understand.

“Back soon,” Hornet says impatiently. That, Ghost nods to much more forcefully, and then they turn and run.

They do not find the Seer, though not for lack of searching. Unfortunately, they cannot fit into all the tiny spaces they could when smaller. After they’ve looked through what feels like the entirety of the Resting Grounds, they eventually give up and return to where they left Hornet. They can’t help but be relieved when they see her there, sitting on the lip of a tombstone, swinging her lowest set of legs back and forth without a care in the world.

“Ghost!” Hornet cheers once she sees them. “Wanna show something!”

Ghost nods wordlessly, and kneels in front of her. Hornet chrrs in concentration. She reaches back into thin air, but there’s something shiny in her grip. The charm they left with her, perhaps? No, that’s in her other hand, and honestly, Sly never kept it in as good of condition as they did.

Then pink light erupts from her back hand. Familiar pink light, in the unfamiliar form of a needle. For a few, brief moments, Ghost is the closest to truly hollow they’ve ever been from the utter confusion radiating from them.

What the fuck, they think as Hornet swings.

The Dream Nail—Dream Needle now, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck, passes through them harmlessly. It tickles, actually. Apparently learn what the Dream Nail feels like on the receiving end is something they can cross off their bucket list, although there’s a distinct funny feeling after. If they didn’t know what it was and what it did, they would have assumed the Dream Needle was merely a trick of the light.

But they found the Dream Nail. Hornet has the Dream Nail. Needle. Of course it would take the form of a needle for her. Has she even seen a real needle yet?

Hornet blinks innocently up at them and says, cheerfully, “Fuck!”

Their sibling finds them on the outskirts of the City of Tears, nail strapped to their back in the same way Ghost’s stick is. Free from prying eyes, they cross their arms and tap their foot impatiently, as if expecting an explanation.

Ghost signs, Not sorry.

“Holly!” Hornet crows from her perch atop Ghost’s horns.

Holly… that’s actually a name Ghost can get behind, for their sibling. As usual, Hornet is the best at names, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

“Hello, little sister,” Holly signs back, having apparently deemed Hornet safe enough. Even if she isn’t, who would look at Holly next to ghost and honestly assume that they weren’t hollow either?

The Pale King sure wouldn’t, and right now, that’s all that matters.

Hornet doesn’t understand a word they’re signing. Dream Needle tucked carefully in her dress, she proudly proclaims, “FUCK!”

Holly looks at Ghost. Ghost shrugs helplessly.

“We don’t even have a sign for that. How?”

Ghost shrugs again, because they don’t have a sign for the explanation either.

Holly sighs. They resume their typical, supposedly hollow stance. “Let’s go home.”

The White Palace is not home to Ghost. It never has been, and it never will be. But when Holly extends a hand to them, they take it.

The Pale King’s reaction, once they return, is glorious. And he can’t even really blame Ghost, because no fucking voice to cry suffering, asshole! No voice to teach their little sister to curse, either! Of course, he blames them anyway, but it’s the principle of the matter.

And no matter who he blames, it doesn’t change the fact that Hornet has a new favorite word, and it’s going to be echoing through the palace for weeks. Maybe it’ll drive him crazy. Maybe it’ll distract him from Hornet’s newest toy.

Ghost knows where the Dream Nail is now, but that’s just the beginning. They still haven’t seen anything of the Godseeker. Without the Godseeker, how the—to quote their favorite sister—fuck are they going to find the Radiance?

There’s much to think about. And they’re slowly, oh so slowly yet oh so quickly, running out of time.

At least they have Hornet scandalizing nearly every adult in the White Palace in the meantime.

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Lullaby Lament

Nothing was ever off limits to the princess of Deepnest. The fact that she hasn’t grown to be spoiled rotten was great testament to her graceful and collected nature.

“Only proves that she does take after my dear Wyrm,” thought the White Lady as she gently cradled Hornet. A little while ago the Gendered Child was carried by her collar into the garden by the Pale King, after an adventurous day in the Palace with her half brothers. The King didn’t give his wife many chances to figure out what exactly transpired that finally got all the little ones in trouble, but it definitely involved Grimm’s spawn setting something on fire and sweets. The queen allowed herself to giggle softly now that her sweetheart was out of sight, her branches shaking a bit, causing the child in her hands to move a bit in her sleep, only having drifted off recently. Silence finally filled the White Palace, a rare occurrence nowadays, as Hollow was sent to his fathers office to wait for his disciplining, Grimmchild was tossed into the troupe masters hands like a naughty kitten to his owner, and Ghost ran off somewhere, no doubt to resurface soon and unite with his new found nightmare spawn friend. But for a short while, all was quiet.

Hornet brought a new kind of chaos to the Palace. Something the White Lady should have expected, but couldn’t have predicted the feelings it would invoke. Hornet was an actual kid. Unlike the two vessels who could, as soon as they hatched, climb their way up the ledges most adults would struggle with, the Gendered Child needed to be cradled and fed, supervised at all times. In other words, she was vulnerable. Anything happening in her sight left a mark on her, and seeing those changes filled the queens heart and mind with fascination and worry at the same time.

The first time Herrah brought her little one to a meeting, the baby wouldn’t stay quiet, and despite all the disruption it caused, the White Lady wanted them to stay for as long as possible. For the first time in many years, she heard a child’s laughter. Ever since that day, any time Feral shook his shoulder indicating a mischievous chuckle, the queen's mind goes back to that moment.

Not a sprout of envy ever rooted itself in the White Lady’s heart. It didn’t even cross her mind until Dryya asked if she might be resentful of the Deepnest’s queen for getting to hear her daughter’s voice, while she didn’t even know how it felt to hear “mom” once. Her answer was that Herrah would never feel the same euphoria that came over White Lady when she finally figured out how to speak to her child with their hands,

seeing them sign, “happy! happy! happy!” over and over. The joys of motherhood came in many unpredictable ways, and the journey would never be the same for any two families. But despite the differences, and despite almost never speaking to each other aside from diplomatic affairs, the two queens understood each other in the feelings that plagued them at every waking hour. First, it was a desperate desire to have an offspring of their own. Perhaps that understanding was why, upon hearing the request to have the king’s child, the White Lady agreed even before her husband did. Then, another feeling resonated between the two. Constant, cold dread. Dread of their time with their children running out. It might take years before the time came for Hollow to step into his role of being a sacrifice to the kingdom. But even now, there wasn’t a moment when Herrah’s heart didn’t ache, not for herself being deprived of both life and death, as a Dreamer, but for her daughter being left on her own. At least White Lady will get to nurture the feral vessel even after Hollow is reduced to a living gravestone. But even then, the queen would soon lose her only link to the child. As every new sign they learned together only reminded her of how fast her vision was weakining...

“Root lady!”

The queen’s wandering thoughts scattered like a flock of startled maskflys. She hadn’t noticed Hornet opening her eyes a few moments earlier.

“Have I disturbed your slumber with my light, little princess?” “Nu! I’m not sleepy. I didn’t sleep! Imma go play with Ghost.”

Ghost tried to pull the same bluff sometimes, as if the letters on his paper didn’t trail off the borders, turning into a crooked line ending where his quill lay as he dozed off right there on the table, sometimes right in his mother’s lap.

“Oh? You’re not sleepy at all? Goodness, Ghost must have been running way more than you today” - The queen made an exaggerated confused expression.

“No! I run more! And faster! Ghost can never catch me.”

To much of Hollow’s confusion, Ghost often play-raced with his little sister, and always lost on purpose. Something he suspected was that she didn’t get much slack back home, as it wasn’t customary in Deepnest to go easy on anyone, even if it’s to humor a child. No doubt once she’s old enough to train with a nail, she’ll know just how much building character is prioritised over mercy in those lands.

“That can’t be right,” - The White Lady put a hand to her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. - “They surely are more tired. How can it be that Ghost is already asleep, but Hornet isn’t even sleepy?”

“Ghost sleeps now? Bleh, baby.”

“Maybe little Hornet should sleep a little too. Your mother is talking to the king about important things, but they are taking a longer time because, can you imagine? While they were having a meeting, some kids made a fire in the palace!”

The humm of the garden filled with Hornet’s chiming laughter, as she flailed her tiny feet a little bit in amusement.

“That’s Ghost! Me, too. We made sticky sweets!”- the little spider announced proudly, showing her hands, still covered in bits of burnt marshmallow.

“Really?” “Ye! The flying... The flying bug... Lilpet made fire with his mouth!” “Lilpet?” “Ghost’s Lilpet. They can fly and have pretty eyes.”

After a few seconds, the queen deciphered that Hornet gave Grimmchild that name hearing her mother call it “Ghost’s little pet.”

“Ah, I understand. Do you like them? “Lilpet makes soft sounds. I like them more than sounds at home.”

From Dryya’s tales, the White Lady knew that from every tunnel in Deepnest you could hear the hissing of its wilder residents. Although she’d expect living there would make one numb to such sounds. However, the only noise in the White Palace was the one kids caused. Perhaps the difference is playing with Hornet’s ears. Hornet liked it in the Palace. So many spaces for her to climb and stick her silk to, and brothers to look after her, who would always find a way to catch up, even on the ceiling, getting them to chase her was almost its own game. Besides, she’s never forbidden from doing anything, as Herrah wouldn’t let the king boss her child around, thus White Lady being the only one he cpuld turn to to tame the rambunctious child. At home, she’s probably running wild as well. Herrah had no reason nor will to restrict her child from anything that’s not dangerous. She wanted to spend what little time she had left seeing her little daughter curious, free, and happy. So causing chaos at home wasn’t nearly as fun as raising the roof of the palace, though, as she won’t get the same reaction she gets from the Pale King. And having an accomplice in Ghost makes it double the fun.

The noisy mischief those two cause amused the queen every time, but the moments of quiet the two share are much more precious. Ghost would often try to teach their sister their signs, and being young and clever, she picks them up no problem, although the learning process resembled charades. Hornet is often Ghosts voice, and she cheers as much as the vessel does once they manage to communicate something to servants in the castle or the knights. Watching her child indulge in the process of teaching others the same way she does warmed their mother’s heart.

“...When will mom co-...?” - Hornet yawned mid-word.

“They need some more time, little princess. But I heard sleeping makes time go faster.”

“You made that up!”

“My-my, you are a clever child! People can tell you a lot of lies, but you can ask your mom if what I said was true.”

“I can’t ask her now.” “We’ll just have to wait then, huh. ... Or you could try and see for yourself“ “But I can’t sleep. I’m not tired!”

“Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?” “What is lulby?”

“A special song they sing to princesses when they can’t sleep.” “You made that up again!” “Well, I won’t sing it then.” “No, I wanna hear!”

“Lie down and close your eyes then.”

The queen wrapped her hands around Deepnest’s princess, dimming her glow, and a soft hum soon crept just at the edges of Hornet’s hearing. It grew into a melody, and somehow, a song, although the sounds weren't like words at all, they resembled ringing, resonating with the sound of the garden, and the specks of white glow seemed to dance to their tune. The pale beings song was not in any language, but the meaning of its lines Hornet would carry in her memory long after, and years later she’d put them into words she could actually sing herself.

Twist the spindle Round and round Princess sleeps Don’t make a sound Born of three

And left with none Stop the spindle thread is done.

In the darkness

Far below

Wishing star

Is born to glow

Thread by thread

The star has sawn Silky web

they’ll call their own

Soon came spring To be her guest

Gave her life Then left to rest Summer came Was brief and sad left behind

A cloak of red Autumn took The lone star in Made her strong Fit to be queen Winter shook The web star made Soon two bugs Came for her aid Hide the bugs

In her cocoon Safe from winter

Pale as moon Twist the spindle Round and round Princess sleeps Don’t make a sound Born of three And left with none Stop the spindle thread is done.

To the gentle hum of the song Herrah found her daughter sleeping in White Lady’s hands. No words were exchanged between them as she gently took Hornet and held her close, the little princess will soon be home.

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#hollowknight #hollow knight #telephoneknight #otherart #otherfic #shitlordau #fanart #giftcorner #this one started off angst #but then went super wholesome #which i dont mind #long post #lets see if this one breaks tumblr mobile too #noticeablepronouns

[gumnut-logic]

Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

I absolutely adore this moment where John pulls up the EMP and zaps the Zero XL (Eos will probably never let him forget it - hence why he wasn’t immediately in the cockpit in the scene afterwards - he was checking on Eos). ::wonders if it might be lying around somewhere as a gif that could be gazed at extensively :D ::

But this moment, Virgil and John together like we’ve never seen before (though I have to say that John obviously knows Two well...what don’t we get to see????) Both professional, smart and powerful. It is just great to see them together.

Also headcanon - the EMP was installed after the episode ‘Chaos’ where it was obviously a gap in their toolkit. Brains would have been very annoyed and patched that gap asap.

Aaaah, what am I doing? I’ve written this all in a fic. Have a excerpt of Thunderbird XL (it’s unfinished, but still has a few interesting bits in it).

-o-o-o-

Two was so familiar it hurt.

One was his daydream, but Two was his reassurance.

Virgil didn’t say anything as he helped him through the corridors. A mop of black hair was his only sight as he looked down at the big man under his arm.

The shoulders supporting him were far broader than he remembered. It slowly began to sink in exactly how much he didn’t know. The uniform was familiar. The green baldric and kit. The tools were new and Jeff frowned at them as if to accuse them of betraying his faith in his knowledge. Why Virgil felt he had to carry a screwdriver around with him everywhere, he had no doubt his son could tell him if he asked.

But he didn’t.

They arrived at the room he expected and it was with some relief that it was what he expected.

It wasn’t until Virgil velcroed him to the bed that he saw the dent in the ceiling. “How did that happen?” It was out before he could think twice.

Virgil looked up from the tray of supplies that were not designed for an antigravity environment and frowned at the bulkhead above them.

“Oh, the exo-suit.”

“What was the exo-suit doing in here?”

Virgil pulled out a palm scanner and began a methodical examination. “Got myself trapped in it. Tried to get myself out. Didn’t go well.”

Jeff stared at the side of his son’s head, but didn’t ask the obvious question as Virgil stared at the hologram of a very battered old body above the bed.

Virgil’s hitched breath was the only sound in the room.

“I-I need to give you some supplements. A painkiller would probably be a good idea.”

“No, son. I can last a little longer. Need a clear head.”

Brown eyes caught his for just a moment before looking away. “There isn’t much else I can do until we get you to a hospital.” Virgil turned away, once again fiddling with equipment, unwrapping a hypodermic needle and fussing with a small bottle of liquid. “This is a basic dose of necessary vitamins and minerals.”

Virgil’s eyes were on anything but his father and the hologram above him.

Jeff reached over to one of the many patches on his suit and unwrapped the seal on his arm. “You’ll need to secure it again.”

His son blinked but said nothing, administering the dose to his father and rebinding his suit with tape. “We need to get you a new uniform.”

“It is enough for the moment, Virgil. We need to get back up top and get out of here.”

He saw the hesitation flicker across that longed-for face. “You’re lying down on one of the medbeds in the cockpit. You’re going to let the medscan finish so when we reach home, we have enough data to know what we have to do.”

Jeff eyed him. The changes were subtle. The confidence level was much stronger, more assured, despite the situation.

“Virgil, we need you up here.”

John’s voice would forever be music to his ears.

“FAB.” A swallow, and Jeff could see his son visibly gather himself. “C’mon, Dad. We have a rescue to complete.”

Detaching him from the bed, Virgil again wrapped his arm around his father and helped him through the great green ship.

Both Gordon and John were in the cockpit. The medbed had already been deployed and was ready waiting.

It very quickly became clear that he had no say in whether he was going to lie on it or not.

Virgil’s directions stood for no argument and to be honest, Jeff didn’t really want to put up a fight, but there was so much to see! After so long alone with only rock and the same broken ship to stare at, everything was so rich in colour.

And his sons. His beloved sons.

He watched their every move, part of him still unable to believe that they were really there.

Virgil fussed, obviously fighting his own demons. Gordon chattered incessantly, but Jeff was so happy to hear and see him, he had no protest.

And John, his saviour…Jeff had never been one for the musical arts, that was always Lucy’s department, but to hear his boy’s voice free of static and interruption…

Reality threatened to fracture.

So, he obeyed his worrying sons and lay down on the medbed. Gravity, wasn’t a factor at the moment, but when they reached Earth it was going to be a definite problem.

Reached Earth?

He swallowed a lump in his throat as Virgil was finally urged to the pilot’s seat and the great ‘bird around them came to life.

He had to see this, so he sat up on the bed and watched.

John contacted the Zero XL. The name of the ship that had brought his boys here felt wrong, as if he had been aboard the Titanic and was now being saved by the Titanic II, but the moment the ship answered…

Brains.

The joy in the man’s stuttering voice had Jeff’s heart stuttering along with it. Not only had his boys come all this way, but Brains as well?

The Brains he knew wasn’t a physically active man. His specialities were academic. He had never been comfortable in space or even aboard the Thunderbirds he had designed, yet here he was, out here where literally only one man had gone before.

Jeff’s heart swelled almost to breaking.

John cut off the connection and that voice was gone. Only to be replaced by those of his sons as they coordinated the return trip.

Scott was clearly in command, but Virgil had his own responses and John was sharp and sure. Gordon sat back quietly, his stream of excited words apparently spent, but his posture was active, as if he was ready to move at a moment’s notice. He turned, looked at Jeff and smiled, his eyes glittering in the overhead lighting.

It became apparent very quickly that his boys’ skillsets had advanced considerably while he was gone.

Which really? Was to be expected, but time and memory were two different things.

The red of Thunderbird Three coasted effortlessly between spinning and colliding rocks, One and Two following best they could.

“Who taught Alan to fly like that?”

Gordon snorted. “He’s pretty much a natural.”

“Dad, you need to lie down flat and let the medscan finish.” Virgil threw it over his shoulder and Jeff got the impression that if the man didn’t have to fly his ‘bird, he would still be fussing.

“You sound like your Grandma.”

His mom.

Mom.

Virgil’s tone lightened and his voice was grinning. “Yeah. Who is always right.”

Hmmm. Perhaps some things hadn’t changed.

-o-o-o-

He did lie down eventually, if only to stop his second eldest from fretting. Gordon turned around at one point and whispered that if he didn’t do what Virgil said, things could get scary. Apparently, he was speaking from experience.

So, the medscan was completed and the nagging stopped.

But then they arrived at the Zero XL and Brains refused to respond. It appeared that his Titanic analogy may be far too possible.

Was fate really going to do this to him? Dangle rescue and then snatch it away?

And leave his boys stranded with him?

Then International Rescue responded.

Situation called, examined, orders issued, resolution found and executed.

A moment of panic to a moment of shocked stillness. The Zero XL floated silent in space, the emptiness eating it with its lack of light.

For all its nomenclature, the ship looked nothing like its predecessor.

Was that Thunderbird Five on its bow?

“Thunderbird Two, I need options. How do we get onboard?” His eldest’s son’s voice was a balm against the emptiness. “The docking ports are still closed.”

“I’m working on it, Thunderbird One.” John’s voice was ever so calm. The communications expert flicked a switch on the dash. “Eos, do you read?”

“I’m here, John. Though I would appreciate you never doing that again.”

His son sighed. “You were safe, Eos. We’ve gone over this before.”

The female voice was strident. “That is all very well for you to say, you weren’t the one being shot at.”

Jeff frowned. Who else was aboard the Zero XL? The voice was unfamiliar and sounded very young.

“We have a time limit, Eos. Do you still have access to the Zero XL’s systems?”

“Some. You did do damage with that little trick.”

“We need to dock, Eos.”

“Do you have the password?”

“Eos!”

“You did say I should work on my humour.”

Despite the playful tone, it appeared that Eos knew what she was doing as the Xero XL at least partially came to life, sections opening. He watched as Alan slid Three into a port at the rear. One settled into something similar, and then Two slipped under the ship’s belly and docked with a soft thud.

Virgil spoke briefly with Alan and his ‘bird was secured.

The moment Virgil was out of his pilot’s seat, he was beside Jeff, unstrapping him.

“Gordon, meet with Scott and secure the ship.”

“FAB.” The aquanaut’s eyes sparkled at Jeff again as Gordon briefly touched his shoulder before turning sharply and leaving through the rear door.

John was still sitting in his chair, speaking to the woman who continued to be both efficient and difficult.

“Who is she?” He said the words quietly, but Virgil heard him, his head coming up with a small smile.

“She’s Eos. John can fill you in.”

“Okay.” There was obviously a story there. “So, what’s with the EMP weaponry?” He arched an eyebrow.

Virgil’s smile vanished to be replaced with a frown and he looked down. “Brains designed it after the incident with the GDF’s rescue robots.” He cleared his throat. “A lot has happened.”

Quiet. “I’m sure it has.”

His son’s frown was targeted at the bed’s readout before Virgil reached over and lifted Jeff gently off the mattress and set him floating vertical again. “How does that feel?”

Jeff smiled just a little. “It does the job.”

Regardless, Virgil slipped his arm around his waist again and led him out of Thunderbird Two.

The difference between the interior of Two and the Zero XL was vast. He went from reassuringly familiar to alien in moments.

He missed the green immediately.

“Who built it?”

“Mostly Brains.”

“Mostly?”

Virgil didn’t answer and Alan joined them, again reaching out to hug Jeff, chattering just as happily, if not more than Gordon earlier. Virgil didn’t join in, but neither did he let go.

And then they were at the bridge of the ship. Virgil let him go and Brains was smiling up at him. It was so good to see him.

“It’s good to see you, Jeff.”

His own name forced his heart into his stomach. The man was an older version of his business partner, but his expression, his complete lack of stutter…it had been eight years, but Jeff Tracy had worked so many hours alongside this man, he knew him.

And it wasn’t him.

There was only one person it could be and for a split second, part of him wailed at the injustice that Gaat had followed his sons out here to corrupt these moments as he had corrupted everything else ever since he had met the man.

“It’s good to see you, too.” And he offered his hand.

As Gaat reached to shake, Jeff could see fear in his eyes. Perhaps that was what kept the bastard going all these years. A need to prove that he wasn’t afraid, that he wouldn’t run again when faced with the one man who had managed to prevent him from succeeding all those years ago.

The grip of his limp hand closed the deal.

Jeff spun the man around, wrenched his arm up his back and shoved him face first into the bulkhead.

-o-o-o-

Thunderbird X & Thunderbird XL

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #TBDailyDose #nuttyfic reblog

[ruthlesslistener]

*cracks knuckles* Crimson Nails for the Emoji meme >:3 🧡🎁🖤💢

FUCK YEAHHHH CRIMSON NAILSSSSS, fuckin LOVE this pairing

Ask game is here! 

❤️— How do they most often express their love? Verbally or through actions?

-For Markoth? 100% through his actions, this dude is not as verbal about things he likes as he is with things that he hates. For Xero, though, it’s 50/50, because I imagine him to be a bit more uncaring about how people feel about his words, so he’s alright with just outright telling Markoth he’s attractive. Markoth is def. not the kinda guy who wants to drop his edgy persona to say something cute, even if he was capable of doing it in the first place

🎁— What kind of gifts do they like to give? What do they like receiving?

-Tbh? Weapons. Maybe I’m being a bit basic with them here but I feel like they’d be really into arguing about different nails and weapon arts and what makes for a better offense vs defense and the like. If these two were still alive, they’d totally flirt by buying each other customized nails; hell, they’d probably PROPOSE by giving each other customized nails, they both strike me as being really into weaponry

🖤— Random romantic headcanon

-Markoth is easily flustered! Once he figures out that he’s in love, of course. He won’t ADMIT to it but once the ball drops on the whole ‘oh no he’s cute’ thing, then he’s completely fucked. He was also too surly and angsty and full of himself to date anyone before he fucked off and died, so Xero meeting him post-death in the afterlife is pretty much the only time he’s ever tried to date, which in turn means that he’s pretty inexperienced with romance and the like. Xero thinks that it’s fucking adorable once he figures it out, lmfao

💢— What are some habits of theirs that would take some getting used to?

-For Xero? How standoffish Markoth is. For a guy who comes from a pacifist society, he’s pretty damn aggressive and hard to approach, plus he’s very fond of his solitude. Xero, on the other hand, is pretty fuckin tired of being dead and alone with no one to lament about his failure to assasinate PK to, so Markoth’s gotta learn how to deal with this guy wanting to be up in his grill all day chattering away. They figure it out, though- they have an eternity of being dead, after all- with some strategic downtimes to give Markoth a chance to chill out and Xero some time to practice his sparring or whatever

#ask game #ask meme #hollow knight #crimson nails #markoth #xero #markoth hollow knight #xero hollow knight #monster-monsoon #i love this pair i really need to figure them out more methinks #hk

[ask-rwby-multishipper]

((Response to accidentally deleted dare sent by @kr-xero: “Mass dare—everyone randomly swaps clothes with someone else, even the guys”

For this dare, Jaune, Ren, Sun, Neptune, Flynt, Fox, and Yatsu have been added!

And for the purposes of this skit, everyone has to wear their new outfits for an entire day!))

Name Randomizer (these pairs swap with each other):

Emerald & Penny Flynt & Neo Sun & Pyrrha Ruby & Yang Blake & Nora Yatsu & Elm Cinder & Ren Jaune & Neon Neptune & Coco Ilia & Velvet Ciel & Fox Harriet & Weiss

Team JNPR’s dorm...

Nora: Jaaaaaaune, come on! The mall is gonna be closed soon.

Jaune, from inside the bathroom: I’m not going.

Nora: Jaune, whoever you swapped clothes it, it can’t be that bad. Like, Ren swapped with Cinder, and he actually looks pretty good.

Ren, nodding: Who knew thigh-high socks were so comfortable?

Nora: And I got Blake’s, and can I just say, this bow is cuuuuute.

Jaune: Good for you two. I’m still not going.

Nora: Who did you swap with anyway?

Jaune: Neon.

Nora: ...

Ren: Now we get it.

Nora: So what though? You’ve worn a dress before.

Jaune: Yes, and it was elegant and beautiful. This? This is not elegant at all!

Nora: But Jaune, it’s mall day!

Pyrrha, walking in from the kitchen: Uhm...

Nora, looking over and gasping: Ohhh my gods.

Ren, blushing: Let me guess. Sun?

Pyrrha, chuckling: Indeed. I tried to be as authentic to the original as I could, but I couldn’t quite pull off the, uhm....Sun’s unbuttoned look, without a sports bra underneath.

Nora, slamming her fist against the bathroom door: Jaune get out here, Pyrrha abs! I repeat, Pyrrha abs!

Jaune: So what?! We’ve all seen the Pyrrha abs!

Nora: *gasp* Blasphemy!

Jaune: FINE! *the door swings open, revealing Jaune in a blue crop top and pink skirt* There! Happy?!

Ren: *stifles laughter*

Jaune: Oh fuck, even Ren is laughing?

Nora: Jaune, you look good.

Jaune: Do I? Do I really, Nora? I look good in this?

Nora: Yeah!

Jaune: Then why do I feel so ridiculous?!

Pyrrha: It does show off your more...shapely features...

Jaune: ...Oh.

Nora: The gang’s all here, let’s go to the mall!

Pyrrha: Mall trip!

Nora: Woo!

Jaune: Wait! *getting dragged along by his team* Pyrrha, what was it you said about my shape—?

Blake, Sun, and Neptune hanging out at a downtown Vale cafe...

Blake: Wow, Sun. For once, your titties are concealed.

Sun, proud of his shiny chest plate he got from Pyrrha: I’m cool with it.

Neptune, looking over Coco’s sunglasses and nodding: That skirt really works for you, too.

Sun: Bro, that’s kinda gay.

Neptune: So what if I am?

Blake: Boys, focus.

Neptune, chuckling: On what?

Blake: I dunno. Something besides flirting with each other right in front of my salad.

Sun: You’re just mad because for the first time in your life, your weird knees are showing because you’re wearing Nora’s skirt.

Blake: My knees are not weird, they’re normal!

Sun, glancing under the table: I dunno...

Blake, crossing their legs: Watch it, monkey.

Sun: What?

Neptune: Did you just try to look up their skirt, bro? Not cool.

Sun: If I catch you trying to look up my skirt later, I will snap those glasses in half and tell Coco it was your fault.

Neptune, suddenly terrified: You wouldn’t.

Sun: Try me, bro.

Neptune: But I like having all ten fingers.

Sun: Then you better keep things above sea-level, got it?

Blake: Ha. I get it.

Neptune: Was that a hydrophobia joke?

Sun: Maybe... *reaches towards Neptune’s face* Those shades look a little smudged, lemme get that for you—

Neptune: NO! *smacks his hand away*

Ruby, Weiss, Penny, and Ciel at the arcade...

Ruby: YEAH! HIGH SCORE!

Ciel, tugging on the collar of Fox’s top: You know you can use the mallet to whack the moles, right?

Ruby: Why bother when I can punch them?!

Weiss: Just because you’re dressed like Yang doesn’t mean you have to—

Ruby: H’YAH!

Weiss: Punch...so much. Where’s Penny, by the way?

Penny: I’m behind you.

Weiss: AHH!

Penny, a blanket over her head: My apologies for startling you.

Ciel: Why do you have that blanket over your head? And where did you get it?

Penny: Uhm, the prize counter? And I’m using it to conceal myself. Emerald’s top is very revealing... *whispers* My joints are showing. Even the abdominal ones...

Ruby, taking a break from whacking moles: Here, Penny. *takes off Yang’s jacket* Put this on instead.

Penny, peeking out from under her blanket: Oh, thank you, Ruby. *puts on the jacket instead*

Ciel: How did you get enough tickets to win a blanket like that? That must have cost thousands of tickets.

Penny: The movements of the enemy characters on a lot of these games are really simple. I simply have all of their patterns memorized.

Ciel: Woah, that’s really cool...

Weiss: Not to mention, that combo of Yang’s jacket and Emerald’s jeans is...actually a really stylish look.

Penny: Oh. *poses* You think so?

Ciel: OMG...yeah...

Weiss: *blushes* Oh...

Ruby: *nosebleeds* So cute...

Yang, Flynt, Neon, Elm, and Harriet on their way to one of Neon’s parties...

Neon: Geez, does Jaune Boi not have any fashion sense? The bunny rabbit hoodie is cute, though.

Flynt, tugging on Neo’s top: Man, speak for yourself, I feel like I’m being slowly hugged to death. Seriously, who’s decision was it for me to have to trade with the smallest adult person in the world?

Yang, gesturing widely, doing her best Ruby impression: It’s but the will of the universe.

Flynt: The fuck does that mean? *coughs* For real, one flex and this thing’s gonna be ribbons.

Neon: And then Neo will turn you into ribbons for ruining her outfit.

Flynt: This thing’s stretched to all four corners of fuck by this point. It’s already ruined.

Neon: Oh well, Neo will understand, I’m. *glances back at Elm and Harriet* How are the two newbies feeling?

Elm, in Yatsu’s outfit: Pretty good. Kinda glad I traded with someone...not tiny. Sorry, Flynt.

Flynt: Riiiight.

Harriet, practically glittering in Weiss’ dress: I swear....I hate this.

Yang: Why? It actually works for you.

Harriet: That’s just the thing. I feel so...girly. If one of you makes a joke and I giggle, like, full-on giggle? I’m ripping this dress off and jumping out the nearest window.

Neon: Depending on where this party goes tonight, we might all end up doing that.

Yang: Atlesians are weird...why can’t Weiss be more like you guys?

Team CFVY studying in the library...

Coco: I’ll hand it to Neptune, he doesn’t have the worst sense of style, but... *takes the goggles off her head and glares at them* It’s not great.

Fox, in Ciel’s outfit: I’m certain I look great. Right, guys? I know I feel great.

Coco: Come on, Fox. You know you love it. Though the blue beret on red hair doesn’t quite click.

Fox: How embarrassing...

Coco: Velvet’s feeling herself, it seems.

Velvet, taking selfies: Hey, Ilia’s got good taste. I’m taking advantage.

Yatsu: Didn’t we come here to study? Rather than debate fashion?

Coco: It’s like you don’t even know me.

Cinder, Emerald and Ilia waiting in the hallway...

Cinder: Ugh, Neoooo! *knocks on dorm room door* How long does it take to put on a tux?

Emerald: I’d guess a little while. Lotta buttons.

Ilia: Sh—he did swap with Flynt. He’s probably trying to do his own quick tailor job so he doesn’t look like he’s wearing something insanely huge.

Cinder: Ren’s outfit is big on me and I’m dealing just fine.

Ilia: Yeah, but Neo is, like, a third of Flynt’s size.

Emerald: Why are you staring at me?

Ilia: I’m what?

Emerald: You keep looking at me.

Ilia: Oh. I guess I’m just not used to you wearing a dress.

Emerald, messing with the skirt of Penny’s dress: It does feel kinda weird. But also I feel really cute?

Ilia: You look really cute.

Emerald: Aw, thanks.

Ilia: Huh?

Emerald: You said I look cute.

Ilia: Out loud?

Emerald: Yeah?

Ilia: Oh...

Emerald, chuckling: You look really cute in Vel’s outfit, too.

Ilia: Oh.......

Cinder, interrupting them by banging on the door again: NEO! Come on!

Neo, suddenly whipping the door open, dressed in Flynt’s outfit: *flips the hat onto his new short hair* Ladies.

Cinder: Oh gods...

Ilia: Woah, Neo, you look so cool!

Neo, bowing: Thank you. I try.

Emerald: Did you cut your hair while you were in there?

Neo, shaking his head: Illusions.

Emerald: Oh, riiiight. That must be really useful, being genderfluid.

Neo: It is. Glad to know I.... *glances at Cinder* I can still pull off the masculine look. *winks*

Cinder: Uh-uhm.... *turns and starts walking away* T-Took you long enough, let’s just get going before we lose anymore time...

Emerald: But the movie doesn’t start for a while, we’re good—

Cinder: I said let’s go!

Emerald, looking at Neo: How do you do it?

Neo, shrugging: I honestly don’t know. Cinder’s always been easily flustered.

Ilia: Most obvious thing I’ve heard today.

#so much fun to play around with different friend groups :3 #also genderfluid neo actually does a genderfluid! dont think thats happened yet in this au so yay #rwby #rwby truth or dare #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #penny polendina #ciel soleil #ilia amitola #coco adel #velvet scarlatina #cinder fall #emerald sustrai #neopolitan #neon katt #harriet bree #elm ederne #flynt coal #sun wukong #neptune vasilias #yatsuhashi daichi #fox alistair #genderfluid neo

[thehappiestgolucky]

/sends a gentle, supportive hug/ bad weeks are rough 😔✊

May I offer you some more crimson nails headcanons in those tiring times?

– Xero being curious about dream weapons (and being absolutely astonished the first time he sees Markoth summon a dreamshield)

– Nail sparring in their spare time (with training weapons, of course), gradually turning into more and more flirting

Also, im curious about your moth wedding/marriage headcanons (and the idea of dreambonds is so beautiful🥺🥺)

🥺thank you for the hug

I will happily accept some headcanon talk. It long as I maayyy have rambled a bit-

- So I headcanon that Xero has always been able to use magic to summon his weapons, but it is different from Markoth's dream weapons. In essence they function the same, but Markoth's has that flair and seemingly no limit compared to Xero - who if he exceeds his limit completely passes out barely breathing. Markoth, being far more skilled on magic thanks to his mother, can kind of just summon at will with no breaks and that will forever impress Xero.

- Funny thing? I genuinely headcanon that they never actually flirted with each other until way after they're both dead and vibing as dream ghosts. And even then it's Xero being a teasing sap making up for lost time. Instead of the sparring turning into flirty I see only two idiots mutually pining for the other whilst being unaware the other is doing it as well.

Ok so, might ramble a bit about the moth weddings as I have two interpretations of them - one for original world and one for modern au. It’s long so if you want to read it click the keep reading ^^

OG and Moth Marriages

Dream Bonds are essentially not only the wedding rings of a marriage but the entire meat of a moth wedding. You can have a big ceremony if you want or simple go to your partner and go "we married", the only thing that will make it definite is the Dream Bonds.

Moths take it very seriously, since their marriages have such a spiritual and emotional connection between the two partners. Moths have a lower divorce rate not because they always find the best partners, but because they only marry when they're 100% serious about it. So when Markoth proposed to Xero it was after a slowburn relationship as both made absolute sure that "yeah, this is who i want to call my own". The Dream Bonds are created by both moths, but should the moth marry a non-moth, it is the moth who creates it.

The Dream Bonds form to represent the partner is not chosen but created by the Dream Bonds itself, so even moths have no idea what symbol will be used. The symbols can range from anything, but are always different and unique to the wedding partners - the symbols simply represent the partner. The partners have to pick a shared location to have their Dream Bond and they usually pick areas with larger surfaces, such as the arms, chest or back. Markoth and Xero chose their right arms because they could hide it a little easier and brush it off as a tattoo, considering Markoth was the only moth working in the ranks of the knights.

The average moth wedding is pretty lowkey, though most of the tribe would attend in some fashion to congratulate the wedding partners. Moth weddings are very much an individual thing and the only set in stone tradition is, as repeated, the Dream Bonds.

Now Markoth's and Xero's marriage worked a little differently than the common moth weddings. Essentially tied into another headcanon of mine - PK didn't allow marriages or relationships amongst knights of his court. His reasoning was that the relationships would get in the way of their duties to the people and kingdom and make them less loyal to him. Isma and Ogrim, despite having and knowing each other's feelings for one another, didn't get into a relationship because of this fact. Markoth and Xero? They got married anyway. So most of the time they had to keep their relationship secret (though not from the Five Knights because they're all friends and they been knew) and that includes their wedding. Their marriage entirely consisted of them hidden one night swearing to forever be with one another holding hands, and the Dream Bonds appearing. Despite them having to be more lowkey about their relationship, Markoth and Xero still had plenty of time to be dedicated and loving partners.

Their Dream Bonds remain even after death, but they don't actually bring the two dead together. Essentially Dream Bonds are the absolute representation of the wedding partners feelings and connection to one another. The brighter and clear the Bonds are representing the partner links directly to the partners connection, love and trust with one another. It's why Markoth's and Xero's are pretty clear.

Modern Au

There are uh, a lot of headcanons going on in Modern Au that are my headcanons in general, but really shine in Modern Au lmao-

Headcanons relating to Xero's family, what PK and Radiance were like if they weren't at each other's throats and all the infection stuff didn't happen etc. So to keep it a little more concise and brief, I'm going to just talk about moth weddings and what Xero's and Markoth's were like.

Moth weddings in modern au work a little different, because Radiance is around. This time the Dream Bonds are created directly from her, whilst still functioning the same. Basically Radiance personally officiates all moth weddings. They're not as common because she needs to spare time to them, but she is there for every single one.

Moth weddings don't have vows but more the wedding partners making a statement of love. Ramble about how much you want to grow old and die with your partner hand in hand? Hold your partners hand close and give them a kiss to show you love them so much? Gently caress their face? All of those count. Everyone has different ways of expressing love and really Radiance can tell of you're serious or not. Which is why she's there for them, she acts as a guiding light should any of the partners have less than good intentions for marriage. She'll then personally investigate the bad partners dreams to see what's up and guide the good partner about how to handle it. All in the privacy of dreams. Being a goddess do have its upsides.

Markoth and Xero's wedding got to be a lot more open with family members around, considering this Au PK doesn't have the same rule of knights not being in relationships (also Markoth this time just works in a little family run shop and is perfectly happy there whilst Xero works as one of the King's knights). Their marriage still played out similar, with the Dream Bonds being made after holding each other's hands and simply pressing their foreheads together swearing their love for each other. The biggest difference being is that they didn't have to hide anything and could be as romantic as they wanted.

#crimson nails #hk markoth #hk xero #i might be clogging up the tags a bit lmao #also sorry if some parts don't make sense i wrote this at like #3AM #i couldn't sleep #so thanks for giving me something to distract me #i have a lot of HK headcanons but idk if anyone is really interested in them #happy screms

[buzzdixonwriter]

I've Told You A Million Times To Avoid Cliches Like The Plague

Recently a year old re-print of a 1959 Writer’s Digest article by Donald Westlake started circulating on social media.

First off, if you don’t know who Donald Westlake is, go find out.  You like rough edge crime stories, try his Parker books published under his Richard Stark pseudonym; you like funny crime, dig up the Dortmunder series under his own name; you like odd ball history, check out Under An English Heaven “being a true recital of the events leading up to and down from the British invasion of Anguilla on March 19th, 1969 in which no one was killed but many people were embarrassed.”

Second, Westlake was a serious writer in that he took the craft of writing Very Seriously indeed, no matter how light hearted and funny some of his books could be.  He wrote a blistering letter (later turned into an essay) in the fanzine Xero (starts on page 97) where he excoriated  the sci-fi field of the era as being neither artistically nor commercially viable.*

So who am I to challenge this master’s assertions?

Well, I take the craft of writing Very Seriously indeed myself, and to quote a late, lamented friend:  “Fools rush in, and there we are…”

The Writer’s Digest article is a mixed bag, partially a quick off-the-cuff job for a few bucks, partially a valid observation on pitfalls in writing popular fiction in September of 1959.

Bear the date in mind, it’s crucial to this discussion.

This was an era when Americans read a lot.  Millions of people subscribed to The Saturday Evening Post or dozens of other slick magazines (not to mention the digests, which are what the form the old genre pulps mutated into), and this meant each week dozens of new short stories or serialized novels were available to them (and that’s not counting non-fiction).

Westlake in 1959 was commenting on an over saturated market, one where too many writers and editors simply replayed old tropes over again and again because they knew a significant portion of their audience felt comfortable with them (this is particularly true in the slicks, more so than the digests).

Westlake divides his 36 plots into three groups:  Mysteries, science fiction, and slicks.

My first quibble lays in what Westlake means when he says “plot”.

From the original article:

“A plot is a planned series of connected events, building through conflict to a crisis and ending in a satisfactory conclusion. A formula is a particular plot which has become stale through over-use.

“My own working definition of plot is what I call “5C.” First, a character. Anybody at all, from Hemingway’s old man to Salinger’s teenager. Second, conflict. Something for that character to get upset about, and for the reader to get upset about through the character. Third, complications. If the story runs too smoothly, without any trouble for the character, the reader isn’t going to get awfully interested in what’s going on. Fourth, climax. The opposing forces in conflict are brought together. Like the fissionable material in an H-bomb and there’s an explosion. Fifth, conclusion. The result of the explosion is known, the conflict is over, the character has either won or lost, and there are no questions left unanswered.

“5C: Character. Conflict. Complications. Climax. Conclusion.”

All well and good, but in his article Westlake provides almost no examples of same.

To me, a plot is a quick summary of a story that lays out beginning, middle, and end:   G.I. Joe captures a Cobra secret weapon but doesn’t realize what it is.  Cobra needs to get the weapon back without alerting the Joes to its potential, and the Joes must figure out what Cobra is after before they can get their hands on it.

(There’s a lot you can do with that plot.  It can be a slam-bang action oriented story, a techno thriller, or a slapstick farce depending on your angle of attack.)

What Westlake presents are more along the lines of story springboards:  ”What would happen if…”

A lot of the situations Westlake presents are rife with potential: “John Smith is sitting in the park, feeding the other squirrels, when a beautiful girl runs up, kisses him, and whispers, ‘Pretend you know me.’”

Okay, let’s list the possibilities, shall we?

She’s being stalked by a creepy guy and needs protection…

She’s been hired to set Smith up for some reason…

She’s mentally disturbed from trauma in her past…

She’s a flipping psycho intending to kill Smith…

She’s a secret agent slipping a secret code in Smith’s pocket…

She’s a silly college girl doing this on a dare, unaware Smith is a serial killer…

Six stories right off the top of my head, and each one could be played in several different ways, from deadly serious to over the top farce.

That’s a lot of potential in a single trope.

Here’s another: “John Smith, private eye, is sitting at his desk, when Marshall Bigelow, thimble tycoon, trundles in waving thousand-dollar bills and shouting, ‘My daughter has disappeared!’”

Well, d’uh, isn’t that what private eyes do?  Find missing people?  Or uncover who committed a crime when people don’t want the police involved?  Or find out if a spouse is cheating?

Name a private eye story that doesn’t play off some variant of this.  From Murder, My Sweet to Harper to Shaft, hiring a private eye to find a missing person is a perfect way to get a story started.  “You find my Velma.”

Of the dozen story springboards he offers in his mystery section, none are unworkable, though two remain overly familiar to this day and probably are best avoided unless the writer can provide some incredible new spin.  

The science fiction section is more problematic, and here’s where I suspect Westlake was slumming (there ought to be an article on the type of articles one shouldn’t write for Writer’s Digest that includes articles like the one Westlake wrote).

Seven of the eleven clearly reference classics of the genre, and if this wasn’t a deliberate dig at those authors on Westlake’s part, one can only argue that while they may be shopworn now due to retreads by the untalented, these ideas remain strong enough to support a good story.

The other four remain headscratchers.  Two -- Adam & Eve and “atoms are tiny solar systems” -- are indeed hoary old ideas, burned off by EC comics earlier in the decade. 

I can’t say there weren’t thirteen year old aspiring sci-fi writers who submitted these to publishers and editors back in the day, but they seem more likely to have been found on the pages of fanzines (i.e., what sci-fi geeks had before the Internet) than a professional slush pile.

We know Westlake was active to some degree in sci-fi fandom of that era; could those two tropes have come from seeing those stories in the pages of amateur magazines?

The remaining two ideas represent a ribald attitude I don’t recall seeing in sci-fi digests of that era.

Oh, sex was starting to rear its beautiful head in science fiction, and there were a few cutting edge stories, but these two seem more like set ups for smutty fanfic, not genuine submissions of the time.

Again, something I’d expect to see in a fanzine, not a professional market.

Like I said, I think this tips off that Westlake is having us on, that this whole article came off the top of his head in a matter of minutes instead of being carefully thought out.

On the other hand, his critique of slick magazine fiction seems pretty spot on and devastating.

While he covers several sub-genres, his primary focus seems to be on stories written for a female audience, the type found in McCall’s and Ladies Home Journal.  He doesn’t come close to a dozen examples, however, as several (even those labeled as sub-examples) are just the same story springboard in different settings.

Two of his bad examples, however, stand out quite clearly as a dislike (whether personal / professional / aesthetic, I can’t tell) aimed at a specific series of stories found in The Saturday Evening Post, i.e., the Alexander Botts, tractor salesman stories of William Hazlett Upson.

One of Westlake’s verboten plots isn’t even a plot but a literary device: “Any story told in an exchange of letters”.  The other one that ties into Upson’s oeuvre is “Joe Doakes, a traveling salesman for a paper clip company, gets involved in some pretty unbelievable adventures in a small town in the Midwest. The other participants are a local belle and a salesman for a rival paper clip company.”

The two combined describe Upson’s Botts stories to a T.  The second one is richly ironic since Westlake eventually used the same basic premise for his Dortmunder series (the only change being Dortmunder is a thief, not a salesman; po-tay-to, po-tah-to).

Finally, Westlake left himself a huge out with “If you can take one of the 36 clichés listed above, and give it a brand new twist, so it doesn’t look like the same story any more, you may have a sale on your hands. If you search hard enough in the magazines on the stands today, you’ll find one or more of these variations currently in print.”

Look, I get it.  I’ve faced deadline doom before myself, and more than once have fired off a short piece that contained all the depth of a dixie cup.

This isn’t the worst writing advice I’ve seen, but it’s far from the best, and Westlake coulda and shoulda done better.

  © Buzz Dixon

   *  He wasn’t alone in his opinion, though ironically the 1960s proved to be one of the most fertile eras for the genre.  Yet Westlake and other writers such as John D. MacDonald, Frederic Brown, and John Jakes left sci-fi for other genres because it couldn’t support them either as artists or professionals.

#Donald Westlake #writing #how this writer's mind works #William Hazlett Upson

[emeraldbabygirl]

A Full List of my Daddies

Alright hoes, here it is. All 107+ daddies. I’m collecting them like the Infinity Stones, and I’m realizing that a gangbang with all of them would leave me dead but if I die by the dick then I die by the dick. I’ll make it pretty and number them uwu:

In no particular order (even tho St.Van is #1 at this point)

BTS - Namjoon

BTS - Yoongi

Jay Park

Christian Yu (formally Rome from C-Clown)

V.Hawk (formally Master One fro  Wonder Boyz)

Jjun

Roh Jihoon

B.A.P - Yongguk

B.A.P - Jongup

Teen Top - C.A.P

Teen Top - L.Joe

All of History

All of UNIQ

All of VAV

Monsta-X - Wonho

Block-B - U-Kwon (I feel bad that he’s on the list but he’s been there since before I found out he had a gf and that doesn’t change my opinions on him)

I-ONE - (formally Taeha from Speed)

Speed - Sejun

N-Sonic - Jeonguk

Noir - Seunghoon

iKON - Bobby

iKON - Junhoe

iKON - Donghyuk

2PM - Taecyeon

2PM - Wooyoung

Cross Gene - Takuya

Hotshot - Junhyuk

Hotshot - Hojung (he’s new)

NU’EST - Baekho

Bigstar - Baram

Bigstar - Sunghak

Bigstar - Raehwan

Bigflo - Jungkyun

Bigflo - Z-UK

One (he was part of 1PUNCH with Samuel)

Phantom - Sanchez

KNK - Youjin (former member. I have no idea where he went but please find me Youjin)

Infinite - Dongwoo

Madtown - Lee Geon

Madtown - Buffy

Kim Jaejoong (former member of DBSK and JYJ. JYJ hasn’t promoted in 84 years so I’m saying he’s left. He has his own band in Japan now)

The Tasty Twins

Topp Dogg - Nakta

Topp Dogg/Xeno-T - Sangdo

Topp Dogg/Xeno-T - Xero

HLB (Hottest Livin Babe, he was Jiwon a former member of both Topp Dog and Mr.Mr.)

MONT - Roda

7 O’Clock - Vaan

K.A.R.D - J.Seph

Map6 - Sign

Click-B - Minhyuk

Mr.Mr - Doyeon

Mr.Mr - Changjae

Mr.Mr. - Tey

Be.A - Milly

M.I.B - Kangnam

M.I.B - 5Zic

Big Bang - T.O.P

ZPZG - Khan

H.O.T - Kanta

JJCC - E.Co

LU:KUS - Sulhu

MyName - JunQ

PLT - Gaho

PLT - Villain

PLT - Jinwoo

Super Junior - Zhou Mi

Super Junior - Leeteuk

Monster Woo

Song Jae Rim

Lee Joon Gi

Seo In Guk

Yoon Shi Yoon

Hong Jong Hyun

Kim Young Kwan

Lee Soo Hyuk

Nam Joo Hyuk

Cha Hyunseung

San.E

Cai Xukun

All of The Legend except for maybe Roi

Victon - Seungwoo

Victon - Hanse

Takuya Uehara (I know he’s a Japanese actor and I’d love to get into the Daddies of J-Rock but that’s a story for another time)

Black6ix - Ziki

Black6ix - Taeyoung

Dalmation - Inati

Dalmation - Donglim

Dickpunks - Taehyun

Yao Ming Ming

IM - Hangyul

SS501 - Park Jungmin

SS501 - Kim Hyun Joong

Kim Bum

Kim Soo Hyun

Jang Dong Yoon

Kim Jaewook

Great Guys - Dongin (however, I can guarantee Horyeong, Hwalchan and possibly Donghwi and Baekyeol will be added later on)

SF9 - Zuho (Hwiyoung is being a bitch tho. He’s getting on my nerves and I’m getting on his dick istg Hwiyoung is testing me)

Argon - Kain

Argon - Jaeun

Argon - Jinwoo (however I could be Daddy-ing the whole group soon. We’ll see)

Vanner - Ahxian

Vanner - Gon

Vanner - Taehwan (Yeongkwang might be added soon if he doesn’t make me stop wanting to suck his fucking dick)

Corbyn (formally Cory of 24K)

BIGONE - (formally Daeil of 24K)

UN - Choi Jongwon

UN - Kim Jeonghoon

1TYM - Danny

BTOB - Minhyuk

BTOB - Hyunsik

ZE:A - Kevin

ZE:A - Hyunsik

Penomeco

A.C.E - Jun

1TEAM - BC

Target - Woojin

Alphabat - Gamma

Rainz - Sunghyuk

Ju Won Tak

MAMAMOO - Hwasa (my only lady daddy)

Do with this list what you will. Unfortunately it’s hard looking up some of these members because there’s very little images of them on google so you have to find their Instagram’s and such. Which is honestly where I get pics of Black6ix and I’m gonna start getting Vanner, Argon and Great Guys pics there too. In conclusion I love all my daddies and I wouldn’t turn down getting fucked freaky by any one of them

#vav #uniq #jay park #btob #target #alphabat #a.c.e #24k #teen top #knk #ikon #monsta-x #bts #1team #hotshot #monster woo #vanner #great guys #argon #nu’est #bigstar #noir #christian yu

[luvnetwork]

hi :3 i have four muses right now that lack a page because i’m a lazy bastard. i’ll summarize their details in this post and if you want to plot with any of them then reply? yeah :D

KITTICHAT “KITTY” AYUTTHAYA (win metawin) — 22, bi, private investigator. pretty average upbringing, oldest of three kids. dad was a detective but kitty didn’t want to go into the force so he he’s a solo investigator and he’s just trying his best. right now, most of his jobs are basic “i think my husband is cheating on me” or “i need a background check on xyz” type of things. he sticks his nose where it shouldn’t be too often. a great liar, thinks on his feet really well.

ZIHAO “XERO” MOON (ju haknyeon) — 20, pan, youngest of idol group CHAP7ER. rapper, sub-vocalist. shy & doesn’t like being the center of attention. older brother is an actor and his parents are also in the entertainment industry so it was kind of expected of him. likes what he does a lot but he feels overwhelmed really quickly. innocent/naive type but also very realistic. [chuckles] im in danger meme everytime he goes on stage. **has nonidol verse where he is an actor

ISEUL “DELTA” YOO (kwon soonyoung) — 24, gay, oldest of idol group CHAP7ER. leader, main rapper, composer/producer/lyricist. super busy, overworks himself constantly, rarely get sleep. has this need to always feel in control but tbh he needs a fucking break and day off maybe. older brother type to his members, always looks out for them before looking out for himself. death tw. was born in nyc and had a friend with whom he’d make music with for fun. right before he was scouted as an idol trainee, the friend died. currently, iseul uses lyrics/concepts/beats that the friend made without credits for CHAP7ER’s music. **has nonidol verse where he’s just a composer/producer/lyricist.

ENDER SHIM (jung wooyoung) — 21, bi, receptionist at a hospital, baby vampire. rough upbringing, pushed around a lot, but they did their best. cut off contact with their family when they were 17. they were turned only a few months ago, the vampire who turned them nowhere to be found. their fangs are... small..... not easy for them to feed from a human so they just don’t. thanks to their night shift job at the hospital, theyre usually able to sneak off near the end of their shift and steal a bloodbag for later. jumpy, anxious, quick to act on impulse. just trying to survive to their best of their ability but they’re not sure how good of a job they’re doing. **has a human verse

#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ooc ¦ note . #not under a read more you Have to look at this. you gotta #now i take a nap and do replies <3

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it’s pocky day and i wrote a fic! all of my 2005 days come back to haunt me, i hope y’all enjoy

pairing: saix/xeros & xemnas/xeros other characters: axel, demyx rating: pg13 wordcount: 2k summary:  It’s 11/11 in The World That Never Was. Xeros learns a new game.

In the early morning, Xeros was still coming out of the drowsy stupor of their sleep. They had slipped into their coat and made their way to the small kitchen on their side of the organization's fort, and it was there that the familiar sounds of their coworkers perked their ears. Demyx, in particular, was a trusted friend of theirs, and they were always thankful to be in his company. 

"Come on, it's an old tradition." His voice was playful as ever, and Xeros peered in to see him talking with Axel. The redhead stirred up mixed feelings, but they harbored no genuine ill-will against him. Friendly as ever, he raised a hand to greet Xeros, and Demyx turned to see the joining party, smiling widely when he noticed his friend. 

"Maybe you can play with Xeros, then. Unlike some of us, I have work to do." Despite the taunt, Demyx remained smiling and simply shrugged, letting the implications roll off his back like water. 

"Maybe I will, then!" With Demyx's beckoning, Xeros crossed the floor to the table they were sat at. In Demyx's hand was a red box, and the cookies inside were different from any that Xeros had seen before. Demyx shook the box gently, and retrieved a single stick, holding it between his fingers. "Do you know about the Pocky Game?"

Xeros tilted their head, one ear falling to the side. "Never heard of it. What's Pocky?"

Demyx's expression shifted from surprise to understanding, and he tilted the box down to Xeros's level in offering. "Snacks. Give 'em a try."

Xeros shot a quick glance up to gauge Axel's thoughts - they had learned well enough not to accept anything that the Dancing Flames endorsed without something to drink immediately within arm's reach. Reading only mild bemusement, Xeros reached in and fished out a stick of their own, studying the chocolate glaze before taking a small nibble. 

It wasn't bad at all. Xeros would easily admit that they had a soft spot for treats, and these aligned with that category rather nicely. Their tailtip began to twitch, and they eagerly chomped down the rest. "These are pretty good."

Eros's verdict delivered, Demyx set the tip of his own between his teeth and continued on. "I know, right? These are just the chocolate ones, but they come in other flavors-- Oh! Right, the game." From behind him, Axel chuckled, one brow raised. Demyx bit off the tip and held it up again, clearing himself to explain.

"So, there's two ends, right? You have one person on each side, and then you both eat as much as you can until you get to the middle. The person who chickens out and pulls away first is the loser. Get it?"

Xeros nodded, a bit slower now as they tried to process it all. 

"I think so."

"C'mere, I'll show you." Demyx replaced the partially-eaten stick in his mouth, pushing a few stray strands of hair out of his face. 

Xeros glanced nervously up at Axel, who despite his claims of other work, seemed plenty pleased to sit and watch their game unfold. Demyx had to lean down to match their height, and Xeros's paw grasped at the edge of the table to steady themselves as their focus was diverted. 

"Ready?" He asked through his teeth, and Eros flicked their ears in confirmation. "Go!"

Within seconds, Demyx realized the mistake he made. Xeros's long snout provided a clear advantage in terms of speed, and his shoulders jolted when their sharp teeth snapped so closely to his face. He pulled back only to be greeted with Axel's snickering, and Eros licked their lips, savoring the taste of chocolate. 

"Aw, dammit! Really? I thought this was supposed to be your first time!"

"It was." 

Xeros joined Axel in a chorus of giggles, and the redhead reached out to snatch away the box of Pocky, straight from Demyx's hands. The other gave a small "Hey!" of protest, but his resistance was merely minor. 

"To the winner goes the spoils. You gave a nice show, I'll give you that." Axel rose from his spot across the table and circled around to the other side of Xeros, pressing the box into their chest. Careful not to crush its contents, Eros took it in their paws, and looked up to see Axel waving in the doorway. "I wasn't kidding about work, though. I'll catch you guys later."

Demyx raised his hand in return, and moved to clean up the remnants of his breakfast. "Yeah, yeah. Well, joke's on him, cause I actually do have an assignment today. I'll see you at dinner, alright?" 

Xeros gave a small smile back, and watched his back as he left. The room seemed so much quieter with him gone, and they were lost in thoughts about their own work for a long minute before they remembered the package in their hands. It wouldn't make a very good breakfast, so they set it aside on the table, but it would certainly come with them later, finding use with the new things their friend had taught them. 

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The red box was now nestled safely in Xeros's arms, who was slightly more awake and slightly more full. Though they had a good guess of what their work today would be - mostly sitting at the computer with a textbook or two in paw - it was still in good form to ask their superior beforehand, in case any changes were made. Their claws clicked against the floor as they padded up the stairs and turned the corner into what served as Saïx's office. 

A pile of reports was strewn across his desk, haphazardly separated into disorganized piles. He only needed to look up for a second, and it was the shift of his golden eyes that told Xeros that their presence was known, rather than any change in the cool, focused expression that Saïx so frequently wore. 

"Good morning," Xeros began, though much softer and reserved in tone than they had been with Demyx before. "I assume I'll be continuing work with my programming today?" 

Saïx closed the folder he had open and set it aside, turning his attentions to his charge. "To my understanding, yes - though Lord Xemnas spoke of coming to check on your progress himself today."

Xeros's ears flicked in silent disdain. Though they responded with fair diligence to orders passed through Saïx, they wouldn't have said that their leader's company was something they enjoyed. 

"What is it that you have there?"

Saïx's question brought Xeros's ears back to their highest point, and their tailtip began to twitch excitedly, a smile pulling at the edges of their maw. Xeros shuffled it forward to their hands and held it out to Saïx, showing off the morning's reward. 

"I won it from Demyx. He taught me how to play this morning."

Saïx's brow furrowed with a sigh. "So he roped you into that idiocy as well, I take it?"

"Hey, it doesn't take long. You know, you should play a round with me." Even at Saïx's harsh tone, they grinned. It was just his way of showing concern, they had come to understand - keeping the organization on track to a single goal was no simple task, they knew. "Please?"

Others would never dream of begging Saïx like this, but Xeros had been granted a particularly special privilege by way of their selection for specialty training. They had come to work very closely with Saïx during their time so far, and despite his cold outward demeanor, they considered his company to be the most pleasant of everyone they had met since their awakening. 

The silence stretched on for an uncomfortable amount of time, but finally, Saïx's shoulders slumped, and he motioned for Xeros to come behind the desk. 

"Fine. One game. It better be quick."

With a spring in their step, Xeros retrieved a single stick from the packaging and set the uncovered end between their teeth, just far enough to hold on. Even sitting down, Saïx's height was daunting, and Xeros grabbed the arms of the chair, straddling their unflappable partner. The edges of his lips curled just slightly as he took in Xeros in all of their eagerness. He steadied the opposite end and paused to speak before matching Eros side-for-side. 

"You tell me when."

"Go!"

With inhuman speed, Xeros's jaws quickly snapped up the treat, the bread crumbling to nothing as their tail wiggled fervently behind them. This time, however, their partner was less timid...or perhaps just more familiar with Xeros's particular quirks. Though it was just a brief second, Xeros's lips brushed against Saïx's. And though it was him who pulled away first, Xeros was left quieter when they fell back themselves, one paw raised to cover their mouth. 

Before Xeros could realize and celebrate their win, footsteps caused their ears to swivel. And when they looked up, they pinned flat to Xeros's hair, the sight of the man leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, nearly driving a growl from their throat. 

"I see we're getting quite a lot of work done today."

"Ah, Lord Xemnas--"

The deep gravel of his voice sent a shiver down Xeros's spine, and their gaze followed him closely as he approached with slow, steady steps. He paused to look down at Xeros and Saïx both, caught in the compromising position as they were. 

Xemnas's hand closed around the back of Xeros's coat and dragged them backward, leaving them scrambling for footing. He wasn't especially violent, but it was not a gentle suggestion, either. 

"I heard talk of it this morning. Something about a silly game; About this date being emblematic in particular."

He reached down and plucked the box from Xeros's grasp, turning it over in his free hand. Saïx shifted in his seat, saying nothing, only watching as Xemnas set their mutual subordinate down against the wall. Fishing out a single stick, he reached down to tilt Xeros's face up by the jaw, placing it in the gap between rows of sharp teeth. Their lips curled back in a silent snarl, but they dared not actually threaten him. 

"Oh, please." His tone was laced with a falsified dramatism, feigning the hurt pitch of his question. "You wouldn't be thinking of leaving me out, would you? Humor me with a round."

Xemnas outranked, outpowered and outsized Xeros with ease, and they were at a loss with his form pinning them back against the wall. Their hair raised, the fur on their neck prickling to a full, fluffy warning in particular, but it was no deterrent at all. Xemnas leaned down and took the other end between his lips, nudging them into action. 

Xeros's competitive streak kicked into full gear, and they were more aggressive now than even with Saïx, meeting closely with Xemnas's side in less than a second. 

But it was of no use. Xemnas freed a hand and ran it down Xeros's side in one smooth motion, the warmth of his rough palms proving to be an infuriating distraction. Only partway down did he slide his touch to their back, arching their spine off the wall and sending a shudder down their entire form. Xeros's focus crumbled, and Xemnas's lips met with their own in a chaste kiss. 

Xeros fell away with a quiet gasp. Xemnas had already set the box back on the desk and sat back with a self-satisfied smile by the time the feeling in Xeros's extremities returned. 

"Shit!" They snapped, their paw flying up to cover their mouth. Their pads pressed to their lips, and Xeros found it impossible to look up and meet their superior's eyes. 

Xemnas straightened up and nodded to Saïx, then, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all. Even Saïx responded with a slight stutter at the beginning of his words, but recovery came faster for him than Xeros, who sat fuming as they conversed idly. 

It was a quick exchange regarding confirmation of the day's tasks, and it seemed to end as quickly as it started, Xemnas turning on the heels of his boots. But Xeros was not left forgotten. A hand again reached out for them, this time ruffling their hair, and were Xeros of a different mind, they may have batted it back or recoiled. Instead, though, they simply remained put, allowing Xemnas to weave his fingers through their hair as he pleased. 

"Good boy, Xeros, you're doing well for me so far. You should continue your work as I last left it."

With that, Xemnas did finally take his leave, leaving Xeros and Saïx both to their stunned silence.

#erosposting #kh #self insert #self shipping #pocky day #WELL THIS IS PRETTY ON-BRAND FOR ME #everyone did very cute and fluffy things and i spawned. xemnas #also its been 40 years since i last wrote but i'm pretty pleased.

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Shadow Madness Minis!

It took some doing, a lot of time, but I’ve managed to finish painting the main cast of Shadow Madness, with primary and secondary villains! More are coming, as I work on miniatures to represent the tertiary villains and other bosses, but that’s MUCH later. I’ve recreated the original designs as best I could, while adding my personal flair to a couple of them because, let’s be real, Shadow Madness was not a pretty game.

Stinger: The primary protagonist. I wouldn’t call him a hero, per say, and neither would he. His growth throughout the game does catch me by surprise a little, though. Very rogue, much lockpick.

Windleaf: Essentially a Ranger with class levels in Druid and SASS. She’s the second to join your party in the game, and takes absolutely no shit from anyone.

Harv-5: Had to go with the Deathbot version as hero forge didn’t really have salvage as body type options. I still think he turned out rather great, though.

Xero Von Moon: Went for the full-body version, because I really wanted to show off my redesign for his costume. It’s totes hideous in game. And I thought it better to darken his skin since the culture he comes from takes many nods from hindu-stani/arabic culture in my opinion. Also, pink is dashing.

Jirina: My main gal and brawler. I think she came out perfectly. And she so ripped tho.

Clemett: It was weird trying to figure out his cowl and everything, and while the paint scheme is a little plain, it’s spot on in terms of in-game likeness.

Damon Hokum: Main antagonist. Yes, that’s a human heart.

Mannheim: Secondary antagonist. I know I’ve posted this one before, but meh.

#minis #miniatures #shadow madness

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XENO-T reaction: Their s/o covers their mouth while smiling/laughing because of insecurities

Anon:  Can you please make a reaction when their s/o never really smiles or covers their mouth when they smile/laugh and when the boys ask them why they do that they confess that they're insecure about the gap between their front teeth (with jenissi please) (I hope this isn't too weird or too specific haha and I hope you unterstand what I mean:') )

Thanks again to @kindasouta for l’inspiration :D

P-Goon

He was out in a small café with you. You only had a cup of tea, but he had a latte, with lots of milky foam cream stuff. It looked delicious. You barely took any sips, not wanting anyone to see the gap in your teeth as you felt so insecure.

Sehyuk took a sip of his latte, the foam leaving a white moustache above his upper lip. However, he didn't mind it, and, wanting to make you laugh, he didn't wipe it away, but accompanied that new moustache of his with a goofy smile. You couldn't hold back, but laughed loudly at that, showing off your teeth in the process. It warmed Sehyuk's heart to see you laughing like that, so freely, loudly, and without holding back. He didn't want you to feel insecure, and if he could fix that by appearing like an idiot, then he would do just that.

Jenissi

He didn't mind if you wanted to hide. Of course, he loved everything about you, and he knew that it wasn't good that you felt insecure, but something like that couldn't be fixed so easily. You were allowed to not be comfortable with something. Still, he'd throw in a compliment every now and then. He'd not only compliment your smile, but everything else he loved about you, whether it was your outfit that day, your hair style, or something you made for him. He was going to take little steps to make you comfortable with yourself and make you appreciate that part of your body as well. He didn't care what other people thought of you, or that gap, he wanted you to like yourself.

Hojoon

He knew how insecure you felt, but he didn't really have any ideas on how to convince you of the opposite. Still, he tried his best. He suggested taking selfies with you, or of you. It might make you uncomfortable, or you still hide your face, but he means well, he really does. He compliments you, too. One night, you were out camping. You looked at the stars, seeing how pretty they were. “You know about constellations?” You asked him. Hojoon nodded, but looked at you, instead of at the stars. “I think there's.. that belt thing? But there's one missing in the middle.” You pouted, wanting to see it fully. “Just because there's a.. gap in a constellation.. doesn't make it any less beautiful. Makes it more unique though.” He still stared at you. You, realising his metaphor, looked back at him in shock. You blushed, seeing that the real stars weren't up there, but in your boyfriend's eyes. How much you must have hurt him by thinking so badly of you. In Hojoon's eyes, you were so beautiful, much prettier than any constellation could be.

Sangdo

His solution would be photos. You'd wake up one day, finding a post-it-note on the pillow, right next to your head, reading “What is beauty?” But that was only the first step. You were alone in the house, as Sangdo had to leave early, but everywhere in the house, there were random Polaroid pictures. The first one was on your dresser, the next one on the kitchen door, then one on a window sill, one at the front door, at the TV.. so many pictures. One of them showed a field full of flowers, one of them showed baby kittens, one of them showed a scene at the beach.. the last one you found, that was stuck to the mirror, had the answer to Sangdo's initial question. It was a picture of you, smiling wide, without hiding anything, the gap in your teeth was on full display. Under the picture, on another post-it-note, it read “To me, this is the most beautiful thing”.

Nakta

It was an accident, a mixture of his awkwardness, and your clumsiness, that had you laugh in embarrassment. Still a bit insecure, you his your mouth behind your long sleeves. Yooncheol couldn't do anything about it either. He found you so cute, and looked over at you with a crooked smile. He loved you so much, and it always became obvious in the way he looked at you, so much love in his eyes. He laughed at what happened, apologising. He took one of your hands away from your mouth, and you let him, even trusting him enough to take away your second hand as well. He intertwined your fingers, still smiling his cute smile. “I hope you know that I love you, no matter what you might do, or break, or what you look like.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You mean so much to me. You're so beautiful, love.”

Minsung

You're his best friend, so at first he'd take offence in you hiding your mouth, just because of that gap. But of course, he'd understand to some degree that you were insecure about it. He knew what it was like to struggle with something, maybe be insecure about it. But he's overcome those things, and accepted himself for it, and he'd make it his mission to make you accept yourself for who you are, and to make you comfortable smiling around him. When you two were alone, he'd try to be funny, pulling silly faces, telling jokes, dancing funnily, anything to try and make you laugh more.

B-Jyu

He knew exactly why you hid your pretty smile, and he didn't like it at all. The next time you laughed at something, and hid your face in your hands, he'd jump on you, attacking you. Screaming out a powerful battle-cry, he'd start to tickle you all over. Luckily for him, you were very ticklish, and started laughing immediately. You tried to reach out to him to hit him, kick him, anything to get him off of him. Your mouth was now free, and Byungjoo saw that pretty face, that pretty smile, that he loved so much! He stopped soon, and leaned down to kiss you gently. He whispered into your ear, to please not hide; he confessed how much he really loved you, and your smile.

(getting ready to attack;;)

Xero

Watching him dance, you felt insecure. He was so good looking, his hair was on point, and his teeth were white, shiny, and they didn't have a gap, like yours did. After the song had ended, Jiho finally realised that you seemed sad, he smiled at you, trying to cheer you up. You weakly smiled back, not showing your teeth, as always. At this, Jiho turned on the music again, walked towards you, and grabbed your hands in his. You didn't had the chance to ask him what he thought he was doing, when he started dancing weirdly with you. Pulling your arms back and forth, leaning you down dramatically, all while singing the lyrics of the song with dorky, cheesy facial expressions. Without any possibilities of hiding it, you started smiling, before finally breaking out in laughter. Jiho was so happy to make you smile; he loved and cherished every moment that he got to see you so happy.

A-Tom

As someone who thought of himself as the most handsome member, you always felt more insecure around him. He seemingly didn't have any flaws, but he must notice all the flaws you had, right? He has to see the gap in your teeth... and obviously he'd hate it, right? But little did you know, to Sanggyun, you were more beautiful than he could ever be. He didn't tell you enough, he never did. This night, he arranged a date, leaving you a note and a new outfit. He had picked out the clothes for you, bought them. He knew you'd look dashing in anything.

When you finally arrived at the place he told you you'd meet up at, he couldn't help himself but to stare at you. Embarrassed, and thinking you didn't look good enough, you hid your face again. “Hey, no, no. Y/N.” Sanggyun walked up to you, and took your hands in his. He brought them to his mouth, and one by one, pressed little kisses to their backs. “You look so beautiful. You don't know how pretty you are, how much I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I want to prove it to you tonight. Will you let me?”

Sangwon

Sangwon would be all pouty if you didnt smile or laugh for him, or if you hid. Hed do the same to you; he wouldnt smile any more either. Hed even go as far as to straight up ignore you sometimes. Of course this would annoy you and make you mad, but it would also show you that something was up, something bothered Yano, and this was his way of telling you that. Once youd ask him about it, hed admit the reason only shyly. He would apologise for his behaviour, but hed also tell you that having a gap in your teeth was in no way related to whether youre pretty or not - at least not to him. Hed want you to change your attitude towards yourself, and he would find a way to help you with that 

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