#how many times were you just extremely unlucky on the way?

[acerikus]

M a n. Thinking about how flowey's determination overpowers clover's in uty and how hes always the one who controls the save file at that point in time. Every time he resets when clover dies, they won't remember it. Every death is just wiped entirely from existence as far as they're concerned, it's like it's their first run and they did all this first try.

If they failed a few times along the way, it must fuck them up so badly when flowey cheerfully tells them how many times they died in the hotland apartment complex.

#clover uty #ut yellow #uty #uty spoilers #<- this guy never stops thinking about flowey ig #xan's thoughts #imagine thinking you're doing so great at things and surviving well. only to learn you've died and you've died and you've died #you don't remember. you can't improve based on memory. how many times did you have to get extremely lucky to be here now? #how many times were you just extremely unlucky on the way? #i wanna hug them so bad

[trashcanfanfics]

i would like to ask an imagine ir headcannons about Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Vox and Blitzø when their s/o tells them "i love you" for the first time

I think I did something like this for Alastor and Vox in an overlord headcanon ask but I'll do them for Angel, Husk, and Blitz :)

Edit: I can't fuckin believe I forgot Husk goddammit

Angel Dust:

You were tired after a very long day of just trying to go to the store to stock up the hotel kitchen. Charlie had unfortunately made you the unlucky soul to go out to do it. You found it hard to hate her, but in this moment you disliked her extremely. The car you'd been loaned was stolen and you had to try and carry everything back on your own. No one from the hotel was answering their phone, except your boyfriend who was on the other side of the Pentagram for a show. So you were on your own and completely fucked.

Hours later, you've been in several fights over these groceries and hit with the car that was stolen from you, but you finally made it to the hotel. Up the steps and stumbling your way to the kitchen, you think about how to ease your aching body.

The groceries put away, and a new list for tomorrow to get the things you'd lost/went bad in the time it took to get home, you flop on your bed with a groan. A few minutes later you fell asleep.

You woke up to a commotion. Groggy, you sat up and winced at the ache in all of your limbs. The noises sounded distant, like it was in the lobby, but loud enough to rouse you from a fitful nap. You stood with a slight stumble to go see what it could be, and to possibly tell whoever it is to shut the fuck up.

On the stairs, you heard Angel's voice yelling and more angry than you've ever known him to be. Charlie's voice came softer, trying to mediate between the other angry voice. It seemed like Vaggie and Angel were going at it again. You made your way slowly down the stairs, wincing at the pain in your feet and knees from your little adventure today.

"You fucks! You sent them out to get some stupid fuckin' groceries and you don't even make sure they're okay after they called you so many fuckin' times!" All four of his arms were waving around and his eyes were slightly bloodshot from the exertion of yelling at the top of his lungs. Vaggie looked ready to kill him again, and with a bit of shame mixed into her expression.

"Angel, I'm sure they're fine--" Charlie was cut off by Angel's yelling once again.

"They aren't answerin' their phone! None of you assholes have seen 'em! If they're so fuckin' fine then where the goddamn fuck are they?!" He stops a moment to catch his breath. "Where are they?" His voice changed from anger to desperation. His four shoulders slumped as he looked at the ground. You cleared your throat.

"Uh, Angel?" You voice was rough from the nap. He whipped around, the movement causing you to sway with dizziness. "Woah..." Angel hurried over to you and grabbed you up in all his arms, squeezing you tight.

"Oh my god, I thought something happened to you!" He pulled back to look at you, your eyes tired, your limbs limp, scratches and cuts and forming bruises. "Why...Why are you so banged up?" You blinked and looked at him before shaking your head.

"I'm tired." You had barely said the sentence before Angel scooped you up and took you back upstairs. Vaggie's distant huff of annoyance and Charlie's "glad you're okay!" were the last things from the conversation as Angel took you back to your room.

Thanks for carrying me, babe." You were placed on your soft bed and Angel made quick work of taking off your shoes. He didn't answer as he went to the connected bathroom. You heard the faucet start before you saw him enter the room again. "Angel?"

"Why didn't you answer your phone?" His voice sounded angry, but in a hollow way. Not accusatory, not really. It sounded worried, haunted almost. He made his way to you and helped you out of your shirt. "I called you. A lot." Your heart ached worse than the rest of your body at the small tone.

"It was broken when some of the groceries were stolen." You pointed to the night stand, where you placed the broken remnants of your poor phone. Angel glared at it like it was the one to blame for everything wrong in his life. He helped you get out of the rest of your clothes and into the tub.

"Let me help." He grabbed a rag and cleaned your scratches and cuts. His hands were gentle and he apologized softly every time you winced. He helped dry you off and bandaged the worse of the cuts before allowing you to change into fresh underwear and pajamas.

You two were cuddled up in your bed. His arms gently around you and your head in his fluff. Angel had been soft and quiet this entire time. It made you think that he probably thought something more serious had happened. You thought about the last thing you said to him before he left to work. "Get going, bitch" wasn't what you would want to leave him with.

"Hey, you still up?" Angel only groaned in response and you decided to continue. "I want you to know that I love you." Angel only held you tighter at your words. You knew he reciprocated and you snuggled up closer before falling into a better sleep.

Blitz:

All day you wanted to talk to him. All day you waited patiently for him to be done with work. He just kept getting busy. You hadn't even gotten more than a "hi" with a small peck. Normally that'd satisfy you, you would be fine all day with that. Today was different. Today was exactly 666 days since you started dating. You'd been counting and wanted to do a silly anniversary like all the other dumb couples.

"I can't even be mad at him." You flopped on your couch. "He wasn't counting with me. This was just me being sentimental." You rolled over and curled on your side. It felt ridiculous to be upset about it. Childish. A ping from your phone dragged you out of your wallowing for a second. You picked it up.

Blitz Baby <3: Wanna get takout tnite

You: Are you asking a question?? Or is this you demanding??

Blitz Baby <3: Asking

You: Then yes ;*

Blitz Baby <3: ;* ;* ;*

You giggled, feeling a little bit better. Maybe you two could finally watch that movie you'd been wanting to for a while. A newfound excitement filled you. You loved things like this. Nights in, watching movies or playing games or even just talking. Simple, just you two. Intimacy in the best way. You're sure Blitz felt the same. He seemed to really enjoy both your alone time together.

The both of you communicated a time and decided to chill at your place this time. You'd gotten the food, cleaned up a little, got into the nicest comfy clothes you had. Everything was set and perfect and cozy. There was even a pillow fort and plenty of blankets. You were buzzing with excitement when you heard your phone pinged.

Blitz Baby <3: Mite hv t reshcedg som thn came up

You: Aw what?? :( Okay...

Blitz Baby <3: Gimme liek 30 min I try tmak it short

You: Okay

Somehow you knew this was going to happen. It always did when you wanted to hang out. Work took him too long, you had your own job, his thing with the owl prince. Too many things got in the way. But you were stubborn and had the attitude that if something wanted to take him from you, it'd have to pry him from your cold dead hands. Tonight that was kinda squandered.

Hours had gone by and still no sign from him. No text, no call, no knock on the door. Nothing. A part of you was worried something happened; the rest was just upset. Not at him, but the universe. You were laying on your couch, pillow fort taken down in a fit of sadness. Only a few pillows were allowed to stay to help comfort you. You put his food in the fridge and ate most of yours already. A little bit was saved because he liked to eat some of your plate like he liked to feed you some of his.

A knock at your door roused you from your almost sleep. You sniffed and rolled off the couch to head towards the door. Attempting to rub the redness from your eyes, you curse yourself for allowing yourself a small cry over some arbitrary thing you made up. A giant bouquet was shoved into your face.

"What the--!" You grab the offending flowers and look to the criminal responsible for the attack. There, stood in the hallway of your apartment building, was your boyfriend. "Blitz what the fuck? I thought you were busy?" His cat like grin grew on his face as he slithered by you into your apartment.

"Well, I was but, y'know." He went to the fridge and pulled out the food, popping it into the microwave. You grabbed your scissors to cut the ends at an angle only to find they'd already been cut. Blitz handed you a vase.

"You wanna watch a movie?" You put the water filled vase on the table and discard the wrapper on the flowers. "I've got that we talked about one in the dvd player already." The microwave beeped as he agreed with a hum.

"The flowers really go with the paint." They didn't but you appreciate the thought. You both left them to their vase and awful puke green wall paint.

The couch was still kind of warm from your sad wallowing earlier. You curled up to an arm on one side as he snuggled up beside you, feeding you bites every so often. Your arm was around his shoulders. The movie was some B-list horror about lake fungus coming alive and mutating the wildlife. It was probably some sort of message about saving nature or some shit, but it was funny and full of camp.

"I wanted to tell you something, by the way." You set your head on one of his huge horns. "It's kinda dumb."

"Yeah, so are a lot of things." He didn't move his head, but lifted up a forkful of whatever he was eating. "Shoot." You took the bite and chewed slowly, thinking over how you wanted to word this without sounding like the dumbest bitch in Hell.

"Today was a stupid little thing that I wanted to celebrate." You started. You felt him tense up. "It wasn't major, more like a fun thing that doesn't mean anything." You've said "thing" too many times. Abort! Abort!

"Well, what was it?" He finally moved so he could look at at you. You looked down and back to the tv. A breath or two and you thought more about what you wanted to say.

"It's been exactly 666 days since we started dating and I thought that was funny so I wanted to celebrate it like an anniversary." You stared at the credits rolling on the screen. "It doesn't matter, it was kinda dumb." You shrugged your shoulders. Blitz gently grabbed your face and made you look at him.

"I counted the days too." He admitted with a small smile, his brows knitted together. "It's kinda why I wanted to hang out today." He flops back into your side. You let out a small "oof". He fed you another bite of food before tossing the empty container onto the coffee table. The imp wiggled around to get comfy. You laughed a little and laid down so you'd both be comfy. Arms wrapped around each other, you couldn't be happier.

"I love you." You blurted after a few moments of silently tracing his white spot. Looking down, you saw Blitz already asleep. "Jesus Christ it's only been a minute." You let out a sigh of amused exasperation. That sentence can be used tomorrow to make it hard for him to leave for work in the morning.

Husk:

All day had been a living nightmare. You hadn't had the chance to sit longer than a minute at any given time. Charlie had her hands full with her and Vaggie's visit to the center of the Pride Ring. Some family reunion; the news was covering every appearance of another Prince of Hell and their immediate family. With the Pride Princess's attention elsewhere, she left most of the paper work to you. Today was full of talking with contractors and running around to get materials for the fixing of the Hotel. You'd been cussed out, smacked, overloaded, looked down on, and laughed at. In other words, you were overwhelmed and exhausted. All you wanted to do was curl up and sleep, maybe even cry.

Husk watched you run in and out the entire day. He'd seen how you looked worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. There was a pang in his chest every time you would do a half wave with a tired smile every time you passed him. He hated to see you so overworked. If he remembered correctly, Alastor was supposed to be doing half the work you were trying to juggle. Said asshole was smiling smugly in the shadows, watching you struggle with sadistic glee. Husk could feel the sticky air that hung around the red bastard nearby. It pissed him off, and Alastor knew it. That was worse.

"Finally done?" Husk grumbled out as you threw down a stack of paperwork you still had to do and sat on a bar stool. He glared at the documents. You sighed and laid your head on the cool, polished wood of the bar top. Husk winced at the way your back cracked as you went basically boneless. He poured you a cup of orange juice. A book somewhere said something about orange slices being a good idea after sports; this was the closest thing he had. The exhaustion on your face was heartbreaking as you looked at the glass.

"I don't want to exist right now." Your mumbled wish was emphasized by a small sniff. Husk put his clawed hand on your head and gave you a small scratch. You always did that when he was feeling down, maybe this could help you too. A small sigh of bliss was a good encouragement.

"What a heartwarming moment! I didn't think you had it in you, Husker!" The bane of your existence finally decided to show himself. You groaned at his loud voice interrupting the small bit of calm you were enjoying. The Radio Demon sat down next to you and threw an arm around your tired form.

"Go fuck yourself, you bastard." Husk threw Alastor's arm off you. Static popped as Alastor fixed his hair nonchalantly. You gave your lover a tired smile of appreciation. His undead heart ached at the sight.

"Now, now, no need to be crass!" The ever smiling demon laughed, making you wince. Husk's ears flattened as his anger flared. "If they wanted to be left alone, all they'd need to do is ask." That seemed to be the final straw for the cat.

"The only reason they're too tired to even be near you is because you're an asshole who loves to watch people suffer!" Husk pointed a claw at the red menace. His tail thrashed behind him, wings puffed up to make him look bigger. "Not only that, you're even more exhausting today because of your fuckin' smug face. You know you were supposed to help them today but you enjoy causing people misery more than you like controlling everything so you decided to hide in the shadows like the piece of shit you are!" You raised your head at Husk's outburst, jaw hung open. You'd never seen your boyfriend so mad.

"Husk--" You tried to comfort or calm him down. The last this you wanted was for Alastor decide to torture Husk over one bad day. Alastor's smile grew more amused at every word. Husk's glare grew with it. The deer demon threw his arm around your shoulders again and pulled you to his side.

"Would you look at that! You see how your loverboy raises his hackles! What a show, don't you think dear?" His grip tightened on you as you tried to push him away. You didn't have the energy to tell him off today, nor the strength to shove him off his stool, it seemed. Husk growled.

"Get your. Fuckin' hands. Off them." Husk's words were said through gritted teeth. Alastor was about to say something but Husk hissed at him. You felt like you were sitting in the middle of a vortex. They were both staring each other down with an intensity you'd never seen before. Miraculously, Alastor let you go and stood up.

"Fine, fine, I suppose I should be getting to work, anyhow." And with a snap of the deer's fingers, he was gone, along with the paperwork you'd placed on the bar top. A sigh slipped from your lips as you placed your head back down in relief. You really thought you were about to witness Husk's second death. It took the last bit of energy you had.

"Sorry 'bout that." Husk rounded the bar and gently scooped you into his arms. "Didn't mean to make you feel worse." You only groaned in response as you rested your head against his chest. He carried you upstairs and to his room.

Husk's room was the same design as yours when you first got here. A standard red wallpaper with dark wood furniture, red sheets and dim lighting. He hadn't bothered to change it, other than some of your clothes littering the floor. There were a few knickknacks you'd given him, some from his apartment. He'd always act aloof or uninterested when you'd give him something in the beginning of your relationship, but you knew he liked them.

"Wait here." He gently placed you on the bed. You basically moaned as you sank into the soft mattress. He left the room and you heard his footsteps retreat down the hall. You used this time to take off your shoes and get comfier in the bed. The weight of your eyelids caused you to close them.

Husk re-entered the room, the sound of the door clicking back closed making you open your eyes again. He walked over to you and offered the glass of orange juice from earlier. You smiled and sat up a bit to drink some of it.

"Husk." Your eyes blinked slowly before looking up at him with a slightly bigger, tired smile. "I love you." The words made him tense up. He looked at the lamp across the room, his tail twitched at the end and wings fluffed up then back down. You waited patiently for his response. He fidgeted a bit more before looking at you then back down at the half empty cup in your hand.

"You should sleep, you look exhausted." He gently too the cup from you and set it on the nightstand. You laid back down and he went to turn off the light and draw the curtains. It left you in near darkness. You tensed slightly when you felt him crawl up beside you, but soon relaxed. He pulled you into his gentle embrace and covered you both with a wing as his tail curled over your thigh. A gentle purr lulled you into a much needed sleep.

"Love you too." The grumbled words were the last thing you registered before rest fully took over.

#hazbin hotel x reader #angel dust x reader #helluva boss x reader #blitzo x reader #husk x reader #trashcan answers you

[hush-writes-preg]

When the war started, the King put a great effort into expanding the kingdom’s military. You were completely disinterested, until you heard he was seeking more knights for his castle. The promise of a life of leisure would be alluring to anybody, and you knew the chances of any enemy reaching the castle was quite low. It seemed like a great option for you- you were a skilled fighter already, and you weren’t close with anybody in the kingdom, not even your family.

It didn’t take long for you to adapt to life in the barracks. You lived comfortably, as you hoped. The other knights were kind to you, and when you crossed paths with the King’s servants, they were as well. There were few rules that actually mattered to you, with many of them just being common sense. The only real downside was the boredom.

You weren’t alone in feeling that way. You could hear the servants and your comrades together almost every night, and it was a miracle to you that no one ever broke the King’s most emphasized rule: no children. Because of that rule, no one dared to talk about their nighttime adventures, just in case word got around to the King.

Knowing you’d likely be safe even if one of your friends caught you, you felt a little bit less nervous about courting with a specific older knight who’d caught your eye since day one. She was certainly beautiful, and skilled, but most importantly to you, she was trans too. From the beginning, she could understand you better than anyone else in the castle. You talked about your family situation, and hers was similar. You vented about the social isolation, and she knew just how lonely you felt. She knew you were scared of some people knowing, and she was scared too.

You didn’t have to ask if she’d ever played with anyone else. From the way she acted when you admired her body, you could tell that she’d never been treated with such affection. You wanted nothing more than to explore every inch of her gorgeous body, late at night, somewhere private where you wouldn’t be found. And she let you.

Again. And again, and again. It was a wonderful way to escape your boredom, and neither of you could get enough of eachother. Even though you technically weren’t breaking any rules, so long as you never got pregnant, you appreciated that none of the other knights or servants ever said a word about it. Months passed, and the King never heard a thing.

You talked to her a few times when you were alone, about what each of you wanted after the war. You dreamed of a comfortable house, with a garden. She dreamed of a family. Both of you thought that maybe, just maybe, you could help eachother live those dreams, as partners.

Still, that would be after the war, which didn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. It had reached the point where every month or so, the King would deploy his castle’s knights to help defend neighboring kingdoms’ royals, but almost everyone came back safely. Almost. A few times, your comrades returned with wounds, and though it was never deadly, it reminded you that your job was dangerous.

Whenever your partner was chosen to leave, you’d spend the night beforehand in bed together for as long as you could both stay awake. You never knew how long it would be before you’d get to see eachother again, so you wanted to make the most of your time together. You were still careful not to break the rule, but you could tell that it was getting hard for both of you to keep control, especially her.

You shouldn’t have let her drink the night before she was last deployed. You knew deep down it was a bad idea to let her in you while she was intoxicated, but you could never resist her. Unfortunately, you were too busy whining and moaning underneath her to remind her to pull out. The next morning she was extremely apologetic, but it was too late to do anything but hope for the best.

You were quite lucky that many months later, your belly was still hardly noticeable, especially under your armor.

You were quite unlucky that many months later, your partner had not returned. She was among a handful of knights who’d gone missing during an attack in another kingdom. You knew you likely wouldn’t see her again, but you couldn’t handle that thought when you had her baby in your womb.

All you wanted at that point was to find a home with her and raise your kid together. Without her around, you weren’t sure what to do about the baby. You couldn’t leave the castle to take care of it, or you may never see her again. You couldn’t raise it in the castle, or the King would have your head.

Feeling as though you had no other choice, you planned to stay in the castle for as long as possible to wait for her, and then… figure something out when you couldn’t anymore.

So you waited, expecting your belly to be noticeable before long, but if any of your comrades noticed the swelling, if any of them noticed your symptoms, they kept your secret. You were surprised but relieved by how little you grew over time. At night when you were alone, you’d rub your rounded stomach and whisper praise to your baby. The longer it took to be noticeable, the longer you could stay and wait.

When you realized it had been nine months since anyone had seen your partner, you felt a sense of dread. Your baby would be coming soon, and you still didn’t want to leave this life behind. There was still hope, however. Just a few weeks later, a group of your comrades was scheduled to return from that same kingdom. If your partner was ever going to come home, she’d be coming home with them. You figured you could wait just a few more weeks.

But your baby couldn’t. Of all the days to go into labor, it had to be that day. You could only act normal for so long before you’d have to find somewhere to hide from everyone else. If the King found you, you’d be dead.

I am finally releasing this beauty into the Tumblr-sphere, because damn. This is gorgeous. I feel so honored to have been the recipient. I know that I selfishly hoarded it for a long time, but such things deserve to see the light of day.

You are welcome in my asks any time, Anon! 💖💖💖

#hush answers #this one's a keeper #hot damn #fantasy pregnancy #historical pregnancy #trans pregnancy #pregnancy kink #ftm pregnancy #mtf pregnancy #nb pregnancy #male pregnancy #mpreg

[signedeclipse]

Hello, it's me again! 🫣 I loved your headcanons about the blind reader! Especially the ones with Hantengu. 😊

This time I would like to request headcanons for Hantengu, Gyokko and Douma with a reader who has a chronic disease. I know this is a serious subject but it's very close to my heart because I suffer from one. I wondered how the demons would react to a partner who has chronic pain and often feels sick. They feel frustrated with themselves and get angry when they can't do certain things because of their illness. I can imagine that they envy the demons for their strength and health and have thought about becoming a demon themselves. They sometimes push themselves too much because they want to keep up with their demonic partner. But when their illness isn't flaring up, they always want to be as active as possible and be close to their partner.

Thank you in advance! Hope you have a wonderful day! (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Douma | Gyokko | Hantengu [X Reader]

In which their s/o is struggling with their chronic pain and tries to push it aside.

Douma

He was always glad that the cold climate you had living with him helped, since for many it was more harmful than helpful

He was familiar with the idea that coolness helped inflammation and helped your body regulate, but he also had to make sure you weren't overdoing it and getting yourself sick

Douma can almost feel your guilt whenever he steps in, so he does his best to remind you in ways that seem less like him telling you

'Can you warm my jacket for me?'

'Could you get the fire started and watch over it until I get back?'

While it may feel good, it makes you more prone to staying out too long and medicine can be hard to get his hands on during certain times

The worst part for him is being so high ranked, because he knows you know of his strength

Will hide it and down play it all the time in hopes you stop thinking about it so often

How impressive could it be if it hurts his favourite human?

Douma would like you to join him in being a demon someday, but he hopes its because you want to be with him as opposed to because you want to escape yourself

Gyokko

His poison art was actually inspired by the fact that he produces a lot of antidotes for some of your more physical ailments to help soothe the feeling

Think aloe vera but so much better

Might even say you can only get it if you hug him so he can produce it where you touch him, but he won't force it if it's really bad and you just want to rest

He has fought in front of you before, so you've seen his regenerative capabilities and the ways he bounces back in seconds, its honestly irritating at times

If only you could sprout a new immune system, or some new joints

Gyokko insists that it's painful and more excruciating than it seems, but he's kind of lying just because he doesn;t want you to feel so inclined to demonise

He makes mini pots for the medicines and salves he learns to make with cork lids so you can use them when you need

Your own personal pharmacist but so so so much better

Hentengu

He's always found himself to be extremely weak and unlucky

But you manage to be so much more unfortunate than him, so he worries for and cries for you more than he does himself

You were so kind to love him, and yet the world cursed you terribly? It's so unfair

Worries that you could die anytime from your ailments even if you tell him that isn't how it works, so he prefers to remain in a range of you to which he can hear your breathing or heart rate

The clones are more than happy to keep you in shape, but Sekido especially keeps you from trying to match them in any way shape or form

"It's ridiculous to expect results like this as a human, we have lived for centuries you haven't."

Whenever you feel light headed or need fresh air Urogi will take you for a little flight, usually by a body of water such as the ocean to enjoy the best air possible

Karaku just jokes that he has enough muscle for the both of you so you'd be greedy to get even more muscular, I mean, leave some for the rest of the clones!

Hates the idea of turning you into a demon but any day if its really bad and you are in enough agony he would do it just to see you smile again

Authors Note - Originally I wasn't planning to do this request because I don't suffer from any chronic pain, but a friend of mine who does decided to beta read so here we are! I hope these can help in some way, wishing you the best <3

#douma #douma x reader #gyokko #gyokko x reader #hantengu #hantengu x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny #kny x reader #kny headcanons #headcanons #x reader #reader insert

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falling, fallen · kim seungmin 🪼

falling, fallen : chapter one 📎

academic rivals to lovers (seungmin x fem!reader)

word count: 1.3k

warning(s) : mild swearing, slow burn (?)

← prologue ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ chapter 2 →

🪼 a.n: please read the prologue (linked above) if you haven't already !! tysm · · · · · i'm planning to try and post a new chapter every weekend, please look forward to it !! enjoy this one for now 💭

the chatter of students filled the lecture hall.

the dark blue cushioned seats in the curved rows bent into a semicircle around a small stage filled as the minutes ticked, nearing 9 o'clock. it signified the first class in the spring semester for students enrolled in the humanities major at seoul university.

you were one of these students.

a laptop and many papers were laid in front of you on the light wooden table that extended in your long row of seats, nearing the middle of the hall. every now and then you raised your wrist to check the small watch there, watching the small arm rotate around the round object, nearing the start of the lecture with every swift tick.

the chatter throughout the large hall suddenly grew louder as several loud voices joined in. the door swung open and a group of guys’ laughter filled the hall, echoing in the big room. the majority of people who were quietly waiting for the lecture to start looked back towards the door of the lecture hall with an annoyed glance, unhappy that peace and quiet was even further from being achieved. 

you glanced back, annoyed as well, but you added an eye roll and a small scoff when you realized who was responsible for contributing to the noise. 

a group of guys, well known to everyone not only in the humanities major, but throughout the entire campus. though you knew who they were and hated them for all the trouble they caused, there was one person in that group you hated in particular, more than the others.

seungmin.

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"you dumbass." "you idiot." "how about you take your brain and shove it up your butt?" "which part of it?" "oh, just shut up, you're so annoying." these conversations and nicknames had been spoken on a (nearly) daily basis, from you to seungmin and from seungmin to you. back and forth. 

you both had known each other since high school, both top students competing against each other to get better marks, to get into better universities than each other. you often strived to overdo each other when it came to almost anything related to grades. 

this was also what landed you two in the roles of academic rivals automatically.

he was the person who was utterly annoying, while you were the person he annoyed regularly. you were supposed to hate him, and you did. 

when you graduated from high school, you’d hoped to escape from him, to get into a different university and part ways with the annoying guy who nagged at you 24/7, played pranks on you, and called you names whenever you saw each other. every time this happened you would just scoff and roll your eyes then walk away, too tired to play along to his childish games. you applied to every good university you could find, hoping the one that offered the highest scholarship would not be the one seungmin went to as well.

in other words, good riddance.

at the end of the june before you were supposed to start school, seoul university accepted your application. with a half-paid scholarship. 

which was the best you could have hoped for, considering that seoul university was one of the best in the country.

you practically screamed of happiness when you opened your laptop that day to find that email there, sitting in your inbox.

you were cheerful for a whole week after you accepted the university’s invitation—

until another series of events started.

how unlucky could you get? “hey idiot, you’re going to seoul university too?”

your wishing had not worked. that extremely annoying voice broke your false hope once again.

seungmin.

you were going to die.

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the group of boys continued down the aisle in the lecture hall, ignorant to all the glances everyone was giving them. you turned back and scowled at your laptop, crossing your arms over your chest. 

you had hated seungmin for his antics and teasing since high school, and you weren’t going stop now, in your second year of university. you were immune to his charms, unlike the majority of girls, who would probably swoon for any guy who was tall, good-looking and played any sport. 

suddenly the hall went quiet and you straightened up as our professor came onto the stage, arranging papers on the podium and adjusting the microphone attached to it. she looked around the hall, spotting the seven guys who were in the middle of an aisle and still had not sat down. she scowled and narrowed her eyes at them.

“boys in the back, find a seat in 10 seconds or it’s out of the hall for you,” professor cho said in an authoritative tone through the microphone.

at this, the guys froze and started fumbling to find seats. you almost burst out laughing at their actions.

“for heaven’s sake, boys, there is a perfectly empty row of seats right behind you,” the professor deadpanned, not even hiding her impatience at this point.

this time, you were the one who froze at your professor’s words. that was your row. the row you were sitting in. you quietly cursed under your breath. what a great way to start off the spring semester.

you cringed internally as the guys shifted their gaze towards you. you could practically feel the amount of smugness radiating off all of them as you heard shuffling next to you and then quiet bickering.

as the professor promptly started the lecture, you stole a glance at the seven guys just two seats away, still messing around with each other. you wondered how seungmin could keep up with his grades all the while being so carefree.

frowning, you grabbed your pen, starting to take notes and concentrating on the speaking professor.

two and a half hours passed like ten minutes, in the blink of an eye.

“students, i’m going to assign a project that will revolve around all of you for the entire spring semester,” the professor announced near the end of the lecture, in a better mood since the start.

“you will be partnered with another person, two people per group,” all the students’ immediate whispers began.

professor cho proceeded to explain the project.

“this project is a very important one that will cost you a big portion of your grade, so this is not to be messed around with,” she continued, ignoring everyone’s groans around the lecture hall about stress due to schoolwork.

“i trust you will all choose your partners wisely, thank you,” with that, the collective sound of chairs being pushed back started as the professor disappeared off the stage.

sighing, you stuffed your things back into your bag. if there was one thing you hated in school, it was partnered projects and assignments. wanting to be alone and avoiding social contact sure wasn’t as easy in school.

you stood up and heaved your bag onto your shoulder, heading towards the end of the row to get out of the hall until someone stopped you.

if you said you were straight-up unlucky, you certainly would not be lying. experiencing an unfortunate series of events at the most unexpected times was probably a gift or something from above. or below, whatever.

“hey, idiot,” it was seungmin.

of course he had to come to you with his extremely annoying presence at this very inconvenient time. you should have figured, knowing your luck when you were around him.

you looked up, sighing. he was standing directly in the middle of the aisle, both hands gripping the tables on either side of him, blocking your path.

“what do you want?” you asked impatiently, in a rush to get to your next destination.

seungmin leaned onto one of the tables and smirked.

a smirk that could probably make many girls on campus, excluding you, as you might add, faint to the ground on the spot.

you had started to try and get past the annoying blonde when he suddenly spoke.

“do the project with me.”

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[epelletea]

TWST Dorm Leader reacts to you having Ridiculously Long Hair

A/n: Im listening to the Rapunzel soundtrack. Y’all know the drill time to write a headcanon based off it. I’m also running out of ideas so this is going to be quick and short. Also Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates it! My gift to you!!

Context: Basically the Dorm Prefect has long hair like Rapaunzel.

Includes: Riddle Rosehearts Azul Ashengrotto Vil Schoenheit

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Riddle Rosehearts

He knew your hair was long…

But he didn’t think it was this long.

You usually always had it braided up in one big braid and it practically dragged behind you wherever you walked.

He was the one who suggested to help you wash your hair because since it was dragging behind you in the floor it was getting quite dirty.

Watching you unravel your hair from you braid and seeing more hair come fall out of it… it was quite a fascinating sight to see.

How do you managed to do your hair everyday? Especially by yourself!

He suggested that you should perhaps cut it so it can make your life more easier.

Quite surprised at your sudden deny, he sighs knowing that there will be no used in trying to persuade you. He decided to help you out.

With only two of you the process of washing was going to be a long one. So he ordered Ace and Deuce to come over and help using the washing a sort of punishment for them earlier for breaking the rules.

After a few tangles, whining , complaining and even more de-tangling. You all managed to get it done!

Riddle decided to give you a schedule on when your next wash day should be so the next time you do it he can come over and help and use another of his unlucky students that needed punishment.

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Azul Ashengrotto

At first he didn’t understand what was taking you so long to finish your hair.

You had promised to meet up with Azul as the Monster Lounge and well. It’s been 30 minutes now and you haven’t appeared yet.

So obviously he sent Jade and Floyd to go retrieve you but when they suddenly come back empty handed and wide eyed at the sight they saw. He had to go check it out himself.

Opening the door, he was immediately greeted by a long trail of hair that lead all the way upstairs to your room.

Was… all of this.. your hair?

Now he knows what was taking you so long. You were basically brushing out an entire ocean of hair.

He decided to cut you some slack for being late for your meeting with him.

He suggested on cutting your hair but you refused profusely and asked him to just help you braid it back up.

He agreed to help speed up your process. Getting Jade and Floyd in to help along with some of the students he had made contracts with to help you out.

It did speed the process up but it did take the entire day.

He still thinks it would be better off if you just cut your hair. But he decided to wait until the opportunity was right and perhaps.. make a deal out of it. Maybe he could sell your hair? But alas that would be secret future plan for when the time comes.

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Vil Schoenheit

He didn’t mind when you asked him to help brush your hair.

He assumed it looked difficult to maintain it due to the huge braid you wore.

But oh my…

This was extremely long.

Oh he’s going to need all hands on deck for this. He had his work cut out for him.

He called a emergency dorm meeting getting all most of the Pomefieore students to help out.

How were you able to manage this all by yourself?! He’s completely in shock and even impressed you have some dedication to keep your hair this long.

Not only that. You kept it in such good condition. It was soft, silky and quite easy to brush through. Little to no knots. He’s very proud of your management.

As much as he loves how long your hair is... He does recommend cutting it.

Obviously you refused the suggestion. But Vil wasn't going to take no as an answer especially if you had no reason behind it. He's already showing you many different hairstyles at different lengths.

Still refusing all of his suggestions. He sighs and leaves it alone for now.

The main priority right now is to brush and braid everything back into perfect order.

Once the session was done. He added little accessories to your hair to make it pop out more.

Despite the very long process, he quite enjoyed himself and having this little time with you.

Next time you need some help with some brushing, give him a call. He’ll gladly come help out again if he has the time.

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[no-saints-around-here]

i just read your little blurbs with panties and kokonoi, and who do you think it would be 👁👁 do you think he would ever let redacted join them either in or after a livestream 👁👁

Recommended Readings: Panty Sniffing HCs; Koko Panties Ask

Masterlist

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tw: nsfw, afab reader, forced exhibitionism, oral, panty soiling, panty sniffing, dead dove do not eat

Intentionally left that as a mystery so that yall can daydream a little about whoever your favourite Bonten exec is! buuuttt if you ask me-

In my head, that little sneaker would be Kakucho hands down.

Well known around the syndicate that Koko doesn't trust any of the other executives as far as he can throw them, especially not with your safety. He knows they know what the two of you get up to in the confines of the lush, opulent bedroom, what with his obsession with you; the white-haired man can't shut up about how adorable you looked in just your panties and thigh highs with a scrunched up nose and a touch of tears at the corner of your eyes. Not to say the sheer number of times the circle of Bonten managers had to hear again and again during actual official meetings about the long string of 0s that your used underwear fetches in auctions online, and how yummy he thought your round butt looked when he finally got to fuck you after the camera was off (the absolute simp) until Mikey finally tells him to shut the fuck up. Maybe Mikey would be the sole exception given he simply has no interest in anything or anyone else, but his mental stability around someone as soft and delicate as you would be what Koko calls into question. So in conclusion, it would be a cold day in hell before he lets you venture out of your luxurious shared room when any of them are out and about and allow them to even lay their eyes on you.

But as a working executive himself and the extremely busy treasurer of an organization as large and sophisticated as Bonten, there are definitely extended periods where work gets in the way of you and him, but your needs that require you to venture out remain despite Koko trying his best to have as many facilities built ensuite for you. You still had your weekly private doctor appointments to attend and clothes fittings to go to (absolutely no one was allowed in your room if you were in and he was not). Because how could he not buy you the best money can afford? You were his whole life, his only reason to keep living and trudging foward. So the one reluctant exception to his rule would be Kakucho; stoic, distant and an all-round good-hearted guy deep down. An unlucky soul much like himself that unfortunately somehow found his way into the underworld life, Koko felt that Bonten’s third in command would be the one that he could trust to look after you when he wasn’t free to and more importantly, keep his hands off of you no matter how delectable and snackable you looked much unlike those disgusting Haitani twins, even if both Ran and Rindo vehemently deny all and every allegation.

And stoic Kakucho was from the first day he came to pick you up from your room for a usual appointment for a high fashion fitting - you had let a surprised exclamation slip out when you opened your door to him. Barely speaking to you except when he absolutely needed to to give you instructions, keeping a respectable distance away from you and declining to touch you in any way or form, escorting you straight to the secured location and then back to your room (where Koko was already hiding and eagerly awaiting your return), making sure you locked the door behind him. A quick rub and sniff of your panties found it to be completely unwet, and the black-haired man passed the unspoken test run. Kakucho was a perfect fit for the occasional job, living up to his loyal name, and Koko was sure to reward the man handsomely for the trouble, not blinking an eye even when the money came from his own pocket for anything that Kakucho might desire.

Yet unknown to Bonten’s finance guru, even if Kakucho have said less than a handful of words to you, you were still happy to chatter away with a new face, something you hadn’t had the privilege to do for god only knows how long. Koko despises it when your attention wavers from him for even a second without a very good reason, and the last thing you wanted was to get anyone into trouble; but your clingy partner never seem to find out when you talk to Kakucho in the privacy of the armoured vehicle you two ride. And so you talk, starting with the mundane stuff like what you read in the few magazines and books you were allowed when Koko was too busy to whine for your affection, to what you were looking forward to eating and trying, venturing to even mentioning about the few times you’ve seen others walk by your room through the peephole, which you were explicitly forbidden from doing. Interestingly enough, you never once had anything bad to say about Koko or the panty auctions that you certainly weren’t a willing participant in.

And despite everything that you had been put through, the gleam in your doe eyes never faded, and you enjoyed the rare minutes that you were allowed to peer out of the car window at the city around you whizzing by, fascinated at even the simplest things - a convenient store that you fondly remember, a playground, a school. You would become the sole light of Kakucho’s life, the last remnants of innocence that Kakucho grasps on to as if a lifeline in the turbulent, harsh sea that was Bonten. Upbeat, positive and truly naive, Kakucho finally understood what was it that Koko saw in you: an escape from what reality was. An escape to what could have been. Definitely started looking forward to hearing about you during those meetings, almost disappointed when Koko was forced to stop so that they could continue discussing more dreary topics. And then the smell of you on your used panties when he finally caved and begged the website from Mikey in return for a favour. There wasn’t words that could describe what your juices smelt like; sweet, heavenly, divine, all words that paled to what he could take in. And then the disgusting, depraved thoughts that ran through his head of what he would do to you when Kakucho wrapped the thin cloth around his dick, the dark seed of utter desire and envy planted as a few pumps is all it took for him to cum, though the Bonten executive was quick to pull your underwear away to avoid getting it dirty. He paid too many zeros for this to be a one-time use.

One way or another, anything and everything that goes on within the syndicate finds its way back to Koko, and no surprise that it does. He did fill the bags and control the purse strings after all, and no one under Mikey dared deny this white-haired man the information he wanted. No doubt he learns about Kakucho’s self-funded purchase of your used panties not once but multiple times, complete with alias and covering his tracks best as he can, and Koko’s first reaction would be betrayal. This was the man he trusted to take care of you when he wasn’t looking? What else was he telling you, doing to you when there were no eyes? And an agitated Koko is not someone you liked to deal with, instantly turning on you with jealousy and possessiveness burning behind his eyes, tight slap to your face leaving you reeling before strong hands closed over your throat as he pinned you to the bed, questioning you again and again about Kakucho even as you thrashed in a bid to breathe. Were you lying to him too? Were you trying to escape from him with Kakucho?

His next feeling would be smugness and greed. Of course Kakucho would fall for you like he did; you were his little perfect angel. Would Koko ever let Kakucho fuck you? Absolutely fucking not, even once this boy has rung every last bit of information from you and is finally satisfied of your loyalty to him. You were his and only his, and no matter how secure Koko felt about you, he wasn't going to share.

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But would he let Kakucho have the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to taste you on a livestream? Yes. Big yes. The former Black Dragon is a master at playing the game and understanding what makes someone tick, and leveraging you against someone as infatuated with you as Kakucho as a fellow executive and having that to hold over his head for bascially nothing was a no-brainer. The black-haired man wouldn’t realize that Koko already knew about his secretive buying habits when he is invited over to Koko’s room, thinking it’ll just be another escort job. It would be gut-wrenching for Kakucho to walk in and see you already trussed up, on all fours with your limbs in spreader bars and eyes blindfolded, your skin very clearly covered in whip marks and raised welts; and that was precisely when it set in that Koko knew. But despite this guilt at you having taken the punishment for something he did, Koko’s offer instantly had the other second guessing himself.

One favour, and he could touch and smell and taste you as long as he wanted, even keep your panties afterwards - with the conditions that there would be no penetration with fingers or dicks, that Koko would be present and watching from the corner of the room, and that it was all on livestream. Your thighs already trembling at the effort to keep you up as Kakucho approached, eagerly crawling towards you even as you hoarsely repeated his name, telling him that you didn’t want this. He knew this was wrong, he knew he shouldn’t, but your tantalisingly wet pussy glistening with your juice was too big a temptation. One press of his face in between your legs and there was nothing more Kakucho could think about in the moment, sucking and licking and tongue-fucking you, his big hands wrapped around your thighs and keeping you up as your lovely voice moaned his name and your body shook at the exertion as you came again and again and again.

And the livestream instantly explodes into outrage, much to Koko’s delight exactly as he had predicted. Who was this stranger who had the sheer privilege of being there with you, tasting your milk as you cum around his tongue? Was this some sort of hidden tier they had yet to unlock with their bid amounts? How much did he pay for this opportunity? But all answers went unanswered, and the bidders could only put forth their best guess. Of course Koko would never disclose that something like this was priceless, given all the doors that could be unlocked with a single favour from Kakucho, and the many future opportunities for business given Kakucho would never stop craving you - but he allowed the masses to stew and bemoan and hypothesise, the already outrageous numbers that your panties garner on the auction growing to even more ludicrous numbers as your wealthy fans try their best.

I’m kinda curious who your redacted-kuns are and how you think Koko would react hehehehe

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[heartfullofleeches]

OR, I RAISE YOU THIS:

I PUNCH SOMEONE IN FRONT OF VANDETTA INSTEAD OF THE OTEHR WAY AROUND

WOULD HE THINK THATD BE HOT???

Vendetta rolls up his sleeves; tightening the leather strap of his gloves as he stomps up behind the unlucky bastard taking his seat. He just couldn't catch a break for one night. Sure, he got a little held up at work, but he figured there'd be no harm if he sprinted . His saving grace was you didn't look like you were having the best time either, and he wanted them out of the way as quick as possible to cheer you up. Counting each step leading up to their chair - he decided that marker would count for how many teeth they lost.

"I said - piss off!"

Vendetta barely has time to register as their head soars back; the back of their skull crashing into of his nose as they fly out of the chair. Fuck. He pinches the bridge to reduce the throbbing swell of pain. Blood drips onto his shoe, but it's from his nostrils. Your blood fist hands still in air - recovering from the recoil of your hook. Seeing Vendetta, you drop your wrist and the annoyed glint in your eyes as you rush over.

"Crap, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you behind them. Are you okay??"

Bracing himself, Vendetta fixes the slight crook in his nose and gives you a thumbs up. He looks between you and the body on your floor. Your knuckles and their spilt lip. He felt lightheaded, but the pain had already subsided.

"It would be better to say I'm proud of ya, but I'm also like extremely turned on right now and unless you wanna fuck in the back of a squad car we should probably head home."

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere blurb #Vendetta my oc

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) ozpin finally gets to show up merlin as the wizard mentor to a inspiring king who is also a symbol of hope. granted jaune has no real authority since the council does everything nor does he wish to take over but ozpin knows exactly what jaune needs.... no not actual training in the basics of combat to act a a foundation to his greater feats, that's rediculous! no he needs PHENOMENAL ACTING TALENT!!!!!!!

time for everyone's favorite cinnomin role to come back and help jaune decide on a persona and how to play it!

Original Cin-Cin

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Ozpin: How was your mission, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Uh, great! Really great! Definitely didn't say or do anything wrong.

Ozpin: I'm glad to hear it, since Springtime's current headmaster is a dear friend of mine.

Jaune: O-Oh, really?

Ozpin: Yes. In fact, I was just in contact with him recently, and he said-

Jaune: (On the floor) I'm sorry! I didn't know that the microphone was on!

Ozpin: ...You caved much faster than I thought. Is that really how a king should present himself?

Jaune: Again with the king stuff? (Stands up) Sooner or later, people are going to figure out I'm not a king.

Ozpin: Indeed. Just someone who got extremely lucky and famous.

Jaune: More unlucky...

Ozpin: And infamous. As I recall, that was how you referred to yourself when being introduced.

Jaune: Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess I did do that.

Ozpin: Indeed you did, and it was enough to get people talking. To get people thinking. Everyone now knows who you are, or has at least heard of you.

Jaune: Yeah. And now my family's getting harassed every day and I can't do a thing about it.

Ozpin: Sadly, no. It is one of the many flaws of being famous, and infamous. But the people need leadership, Mr. Arc. As the adage goes, sometimes you have to fake it until you make it.

Jaune: What about after I make it?

Ozpin: Then you'll be on your own, in a way. You'll be in a position where your faking no longer applies, and you'll have friends you can rely on to help you however they can.

Jaune: So I just have to keep pretending I'm someone I'm not? Just this... fake king guy?

Ozpin: Well, if you'd like, I can assign you a... shall we say "outsourced tutor" to help you build your confidence?

Jaune: An outsourced tutor? What do you mean?

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Yang: You sure you don't want to come down and see Cin-Cin?

Blake: I'm sure. From what Jaune's told us, she's still nervous around Faunus, so I'd prefer to not do anything that would upset her while she's visiting.

Yang: Alright. I'll try to record as much as their sibling bonding as I can. Just for you.

Blake: (Smiles) Thank you.

Weiss: Ruby, what do you think? Blue earrings, yes or no?

Ruby: Wow... You're asking for my opinion?!

Weiss: Don't make me regret asking you.

Ruby: No, no! You can trust me! Um, uh, well, uh...

Nora: I dunno why you're so concerned about her. Doesn't she already not like you?

Weiss: Which is exactly why I'm trying to show her my better qualities!

Emerald: But wasn't one of the reasons she doesn't like you is how superficial you are?

Weiss: ...

Weiss: (Crouches in a corner) I just can't win, can I?

Ruby: Ah! B-Bestie!

Ren: Nora, are you upsetting Weiss again?

Nora: Maaaaaybe?

Mercury: Nice goin', Em. Brutal honesty wins again.

Emerald: Was it really that brutal? I was just asking a question.

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Jaune: So it's just the four of us, huh?

Yang: Almost like we're our own team, huh?

Ruby: What would we be called? R-Y-P-J? Rip J? Uh, R-P-Y-J, Rippage? R-J-Y... Uh, what was the other one?

Yang: P.

Pyrrha: ...Were you talking to me?

Yang: Nah, I was answering Ruby. Also, pretty bold of you to assume you'd be the leader, Rubes.

Ruby: Why not? I like being a team leader.

Jaune: That makes one of us. I was already barely scraping by as a team leader, and now I have an even bigger team to take care of.

Yang: He said, already months into his role as super leader of his own super harem team.

Ruby: Yang!

Yang: I'm kidding! ...Mostly.

Jaune: What are you- Oh! There she is! Cin-Cin! Over here!

Cin-Cin: ...Hi, Jaune.

Jaune: Hi.

Ruby: ...So, was the, uh, flight okay?

Cin-Cin: It was fine. Can we hurry up and go to the headmaster?

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure.

Cin-Cin: (Walks ahead)

Jaune: (Following behind)

Yang: Wow, she's...

Ruby: Kinda mean?

Pyrrha: Distant?

Yang: I was going to say, "she's not happy to be here," but I guess those work, too.

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Velvet: (Reading)

Fox: Hey, Velvet?

Velvet: Hm? What's up, Fox?

Fox: Uh, just wondering, but are you and Cardin... y'know?

Velvet: (Blushing) W-What do you mean?

Fox: Well, it's just, you and him are getting along and actually talking to each other, so I was wondering...

Velvet: We're just friends, Fox.

Fox: Oh, okay. Just friends. That's good. Good, good, good.

Velvet: ...Is there something wrong with us being friends?

Fox: No, no, it's great, but, uh...

Velvet: ...Did Yatsuhashi put you up to this?

Fox: ...No?

Velvet: Coco?

Coco: He did, Bun-Bun.

Velvet: (Sighs) Why is he so against me and Cardin being friends?

Coco: You mean besides the obvious?

Velvet: He's changed since his first year!

Coco: Which ended a few months ago.

Velvet: (Pouts)

Coco: (Sighs) Fox, could you give us the room, please? And tell Yats I wanna talk to him, too.

Fox: Sure. (Walks out)

Coco: Velvet, listen, I know you like the guy- And before you start, yes, I know it's more than just being friends, but you can't expect your closest friends, us, forget about all the crap him and his cronies put you through. The teasing, the ear-pulling, (Lowers glasses) the comments?

Velvet: I... I didn't forget, but...

Coco: We're all just worried about you, okay, Bun-Bun?

Velvet: ...Okay. But can I please stop having you all mother hen me?

Coco: Only if you stop making us worry. Oh, and don't forget our trip to the mall coming up this weekend.

Velvet: I won't.

Coco: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got me a gentle giant to talk to.

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Cin-Cin: Again. Who are you?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc.

Cin-Cin: Who are you?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc. I am the new king of Vale.

Cin-Cin: Who?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc. I am the King of Vale. I am the hero of Mallet.

Cin-Cin: I don't know who you are, but you're not convincing anyone. Who are you?

Jaune: My name- Cin-Cin, do we have to-

Cin-Cin: Stop! If you want people to believe you, you have to believe it yourself. And if you want to believe it yourself, then you have to know what you're talking about. So who are you?

Jaune: Who am I? I'm Jaune Arc, the only son of the Arc family and the older brother of Cinnamon Arc. That's who I am.

Cin-Cin: (Turns away, Facepalms) I can't believe you said that with a straight face.

Jaune: (Thinking) Ugh, I probably sounded lame to her.

Cin-Cin: (Covering her cherry face, Thinking) He sounded so cool and confident!.

Pyrrha: Do you think it's going well?

Weiss: Hard to tell... Then again, this is Jaune we're talking about.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Weiss: Ever since we learned about his past, he's been adamant about denying it, and yet everything he does contradicts what he says. And that's not including the specifics on what he does.

Weiss: One evening, he's embarrassing the Schnee Dust Company, and the next day, he's besting the leader of the White Fang, only to then go on to lead an amalgamation of two huntsmen teams with no confidence, and emerge from the first joint mission with a massive internationally observed Grimm kill near single-handedly! Nothing about him makes any sense!

Pyrrha: Well, for as long as I've known Jaune, I've found the easiest answer is the most simple one.

Weiss: And that is?

Pyrrha: He's just Jaune being Jaune.

Weiss: Hm... (Looks to Ruby)

Ruby: You can do it, Jaune! Here, try this! (Pulls out paper crown) It's not real, but it'll get you in the right mind thing!

Weiss: I think... I know what you mean.

#rwby #jaune's tragic backstory (tm) #jaune's tragic backstory (tm) au #rwby au #jaune arc #ozpin #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #mercury black #emerald sustrai #velvet scarlatina #coco adel #fox alistair

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

hey you seem to really know your stuff with titanic and im curious if you can tell me more about that night? a lot seem to think everyone either just drowned or froze too death, but i have a feeling it was a lot more awful than people realize, considering all the jokes people make about the sinking they seem clueless to the fact this was a very bad and awful way to die, for everyone on that ship, especially the third class :/

you know, ive always thought i didnt know that much about titanic but as ive sat here parsing through what i do know, turns i know a lot more than i thought.

and unfortunately, anon, youre very right, it was a horrible way to die, especially so for the third class.

quite a lot of people did drown or freeze to death which are horrifying ways to go by themselves.

at the time, evacuation plans for big oceanliners were shit so a lot of people wouldnt have gotten their lifesavers on, and off the top of my head, i wouldnt be able to tell you how many people could swim back then, but it was certainly less than today. it was only in the 90s that swimming became a compulsory part of the curriculum in schools in the uk, so unless you had reason to know to swim, you probably didnt know if you were british.

and i dont think i need to go into the biology of drowning to tell you its not a fun way to go. its fucking painful, for one, and two, you would have been terrified if you drowned during a fucking shipwreck.

it was also very cold, unsurprisingly. its the north atlantic. it was about 28°F or -2°C which is a lethal temperature. for some reason, a lot of people think that freezing is a relatively peaceful way to die; its not. i cant speak myself for how awful being so cold youre shivering is (i cant really feel the cold because of nerve damage but thats beside the point), but everyone ive spoken to about it resoundingly says its fucking awful. you also experience disorientation, muscle stiffness, excruciating pain in your extremities as your body pulls circulating blood from them to keep your vital organs going, and if youre very unlucky, you might also get frostbite (which can kick in under 30mins) which will add some burning pain.

an added kicker to the cold is that even if you can swim, the shock of cold water might make it harder. im pretty sure shock also likely killed people outright.

another way of dying if you made it out of the boat and into the water (spoiler: several people didnt) is if you were too close to the funnels when they collapsed, you would have been crushed by 62ft tall metal funnels. dozens died that way and if the crushing didnt kill you, you would have either drowned or frozen to death soon after.

you could have also been killed by any number of things that fell from the ship, especially as the stern (the end bit) began to lift up before the ship finally broke in two.

mind you, all of this happened in almost darkness. the engineers kept the lights on as long as they could but eventually they cut out and part of what made the iceberg so hard to see was the fact that it was a new moon.

one of the other things that made it hard to spot is one of the few not good things, but better: the ocean was relatively calm. it made it hard to spot icebergs because you can normally watch out for the foam of the water as it splashes on them. although it led to the sinking itself, it did make launching lifeboats possible (its hard as hell to launch lifeboats in violent ocean today let alone the dinky little wooden ones back then) and those in the water werent being thrown around as much as they could have been. though thats not saying much.

and of course, there are those who didnt make it out of the boat. movies did not lie to you about that although they did lie to you about the specifics.

historical record suggests that they did not purposefully lock third class passengers below deck like many movies show. testimony from the few third class passengers who survived indicates this which is why im likely to believe it. they were able to get up on deck, but it also wasnt easy to do that.

now, crew have said in the haste of the evacuation, they didnt remember to tell the third class passengers the plan. now is that true or is it just a more favourable story to tell during the inquiry? i cant say, for sure. either could be true and both highlight how we treated the poor in society back then (and as a poor, its reflective of today). as such, many third class passengers simply left the cabins and waited outside to be told what to do and that didnt happen. eventually, they made their way up themselves, some due to the fact that they could see the rising water.

and not all of them made it to deck. some chose not to, and again, going off third class survivor testimony here which is why im willing to believe it. theres a specific story about a woman who put her baby on her lap and simply played the piano until the atlantic rose to meet her. another of a man who told his brethren that he was too old to fight the atlantic, and simply lit a cigarette and waited.

others got lost because titanic was a large ship and it was very easy to get lost. especially in the panic of a sinking ship and under lights that are getting dimmer. luckily, some crew remembered oh shit the poor people exist and went down to help any that needed it, so some were led out but that doesnt mean they all did.

also, sadly, it probably wouldnt have helped. similarly to the engineering crew that kept the engines going as long as they could before evacuating themselves, there simply werent enough lifeboats and they were all or almost all gone.

additionally, there were no lifeboats on the third class deck space so they had to make their way to either second or first in order to get into a lifeboat. dont quote me on this because i might have the wrong place, but this is where there was a locked gate for third class. luckily, they snapped the lock off of it and got the fuck out.

anyway, back to those inside. now some of the people trapped inside likely drowned, especially those trapped in the bow as it slowly filled with water and began to sink into the water. the risk of drowning also got worse, once things like walls and doors gave out and in comes a rush of freezing cold sea water.

but that isnt the only likely fate. a rush of water can push quite a lot of things and terrifying speeds which meant people would have been killed via blunt force trauma or being impaled on something. especially for those in the stern (again, the back bit) as it lifted because gravity is not helping here. those still trapped inside would have held on for dear light as the light slowly dimmed and became redder before finally cutting out as the ship broke in two.

now if you were in the stern and escaped death via drowning, blunt force trauma or impaling, you would have definitely been killed by water pressure. see, the bow was able to fill with water relatively slowly and equally which is why its still decently intact on the seabed because it sank relatively slowly. the stern did not and thats why the stern looks like an underwater crash site. as the stern sank, it sank quickly which meant there were still air pockets inside as it sank. and as it came down, the pressure built and soon the people above water could hear what sounded like explosions. it would have been a quick death, but thats the most i can say.

i cant speak for if any kind of sealife killed anyone. i havent heard of any testimony of that and i dont know whats there in the north atlantic to kill people. i assume theres something there, but i couldnt tell you what.

im also sure i missed some forms of death, but off the top of my head, thats what i got.

and yeah, it wasnt pretty and most of the people who died were third class or crew members.

#anon #titanic #tw death #im not sure what trigger warnings exactly to put here so please let me know if theres any extra #tw drowning #tw hypothermia #shipposting

[seedlessmuffins]

Are you new to hockey and confused about stats? Are you an old hat at this sport but still confused about stats and too scared to ask? Do you think you are proficient in stats and then, all of a sudden, a new acronym comes out of nowhere to re-confuse you about stats?

This season, seemingly more than any other, every other hockey tweet and article mentions an incomprehensible acronym jumble and a percentage sign. With the NHL making more advanced statistics accessible to the public, these different stats seem to have more of an impact than ever on how people talk about and analyze the game, but it can feel like explanations of these numbers and codes are hard to find. 

I’ve written a handy guide to some of the most common stats, talking about what the acronyms stand for, the data that the stat is looking at, and why each stat is important so you can better understand the tweets and articles from all the hockey analysts.

There are three main categories of stats to look at: skater stats, goalie stats, and team stats, and these stats were accurate as of 5:00 pm on Saturday, March 2. 

Skater Stats:

SH%

Shooting % (SH%) is the percentage of shots a player attempted that resulted in goals. This is calculated by multiplying goals by 100 and dividing by shots. This shows a player’s conversion rate, or how many goals they score for every 100 shots. It's useful when looking at goal pace, and whether a skater is just on a hot/cold streak or if their goals are indicative of their average abilities. 

An average shot conversion rate is between 9% and 13%, but skaters can have seasons where more of their shots go in or less of their shots go in. SH% fluctuates from less than 1% to over 20% depending on the skater’s luck. It is also important to look at the sample size. On Natural Stat Trick, if you sort by pure SH%, it shows you that Vasily Ponomarev (CAR) has the highest SH% of the players who have more than 1 goal on 1 shot, with a 33.33% SH%. This is because he has scored 1 goal on 3 shots, so the low sample size inflates his SH%. 

Highest SH%: Sam Reinhart (FLA) with a 25.31% SH% from 41 goals on 162 shots. It would seem like this year, lots of bounces are going Reinhart’s way. 

Average SH%: David Pastrnak (BOS) with a 12.67% SH% from 38 goals on 300 shots. This is league average, despite how many goals and shots he has. 

Lowest SH%: Seth Jones (CHI) with a 0.90% SH% from 1 goal on 111 shots. This is extremely unlucky, his SH% says he is due for some bounces. 

+/-

Plus/Minus is a stat to measure defensive efforts. Every time a player is on the ice when their team scores a goal, they get a +1, whether they are involved in the goal or not. When a player is on the ice when the other team scores a goal, they get a -1. If a player is on the ice for 2 goals for their team and one goal for the other team, they would end the night with a +1. If a player ends the night with 0, they were on the ice for equal amounts of goals for and against. 

However, a disclaimer; +/- is an imperfect stat, and it is not always useful without context. It is a useful at-a-glance stat to quickly see defensive performance, but more context is necessary to see if a player is good defensively or not. This is because +/- is often influenced by factors outside of a player’s control, highly variable factors. Some variables that can influence +/- without player input are goalie SV%, the amount of time the player spends on ice and whether they are spending that time in the offensive or defensive zone, and the amount of time a player spends on the power play or penalty kill. Nick Suzuki (MTL) has a +/- of -14, but he also has the fifth-highest TOI of any forward in the league and has very positive defensive numbers in other areas, such as takeaways and offensive zone time.

Highest +/-: Gustav Forsling (FLA) with +39 in 59GP

Average +/-: Mikko Rantanen (COL) with +5 in 61GP

Lowest +/-: Philipp Kurashev (CHI) with -32 in 53GP

Goalie Stats:

GSAA

Goals Saved Above Average (GSAA) is the difference between a goalie’s goals against and a goalie’s goals against with the same shot against and the average save % (SV%). If you were comparing Goalie A with Average Goalie, who has the same goals against and shots against just an average SV%, GSAA measures how many more (or fewer) goals against Goalie A would save over Average Goalie. 

For example, if Thatcher Demko (VAN) was compared to Average Goalie, with the same goals and shots against and an average SV%, Demko would have saved 6.80 goals more than Average Goalie. This is useful for evaluating how goalies perform compared to the average, as well as how much they need to bail out their team. For example, a goalie like Sam Montembeault (MTL) might have a lower SV%, but a higher GSAA because he faces many more shots than a lot of goalies but saves many of them. This is a good stat to evaluate goalie quality. 

Highest GSAA: Connor Hellebuyck (WPG) is +26.74 GSAA, which is crazy. Hellebuyck is crazy good. 

Average GSAA: John Gibson (ANA) is -1.09 GSAA, the closest to the hypothetical Average Goalie this season. 

Lowest GSAA: Arvid Soderblom (CHI) is -17.34 GSAA, yikes! 

SV%

Save % (SV%) is the percentage of shots against a goalie that a goalie saved. This is calculated by dividing the number of saves by the amount of shots against. This is useful as an initial evaluation of a goalie’s quality and should be used in conjunction with GSAA to evaluate a goalie’s performance more accurately, as SV% doesn’t account for any extenuating circumstances. Igor Shesterkin (NYR), for example, has had some stretches of poor SV% this season. These weren’t entirely his fault, as he was not getting the defensive support he was used to, therefore he was letting in more goals. 

League average SV% this season is around 0.903% and typical SV% ranges from 0.870% to around 0.930%. Similarly to SH%, it is important to look at the sample size for SV%, as the number of shots a goalie has faced can affect their SV%, and can show whether it is just a hot/cold streak or a reliable measure of performance. 

Highest SV%: Connor Hellebuyck (WPG) with a 0.940% SV% by making 948 saves on 1008 shots. 

Average SV%: John Gibson (ANA) with a 0.913% SV% by making 752  saves on 824 shots. 

Lowest SV%: Jonas Johansson (TBL) with a 0.895% SV% by making only 513 saves on 573 shots. 

GAA or GA/G

Goals against per game, known as GAA or GA/G (I will be referring to it as GAA, but different websites use different acronyms), are the average amount of goals per game that a goalie allows. This is calculated by multiplying the goals against by 60 and dividing it by the goalie’s time on ice. This number is indicative of how many goals on average a goalie gives up, which isolates a goalie’s performance and is indicative of how good a goalie is, separate from their defensive core. It is especially useful when looking at good goalies on bad defensive teams, as it isolates the goalie from the skaters. A lower GAA means a goalie lets in fewer goals per game, and a higher one means a goalie lets in more. In this case, a lower number is better. 

Lowest GAA: Connor Hellebuyck (WPG) with 2.23 GAA through 43 games played. 

Average GAA: Jake Oettinger (DAL) with 2.92 GAA through 38 games played. 

Highest GAA: Arvid Soderblom (CHI) with 3.97 GAA through 22 games played. 

Team Stats:

P%

P%, or Points %, is the percentage of available points a team has won. For example, if a team has played 50 games and won all 50, they would have the maximum amount of points: 1.000 because every win is 2 points. Therefore they would have a 100% P%. If they won 40 of those 50 games, they would have 80 points and a 0.800 P%. If they won only 30 games but lost the remaining 20 all in overtime or a shootout, they would also have 80 points and an 80% P%, as OT and SO losses still gain a point. 

P% is useful to look at throughout the season when teams have not played the same number of games. As of the time of writing, some teams have played up to 60 games while other teams have played only 55. When comparing the two teams, P% is a more accurate way to look at the standings, because it levels the playing field when there is a discrepancy in the amount of games played.  

Sometimes people talk about being above or below “500 hockey,” and this is talking about P%! “500 hockey” is when a team has won 50% of the available points. Above 0.500 is usually seen as a positive. There is only one team exactly at 0.500 P%, and that is somehow the Buffalo Sabres!

Highest P%: Florida Panthers, with 0.700 P% from 84 points in 60 games played (wow!)

League Average P%: Washington Capitals, with 0.551 P% from 65 points in 59 games played

Lowest P%: Chicago Blackhawks, with 0.292 P% from 35 points in 60 games played (yikes.)

PDO

If you are a fan of the Vancouver Canucks like I am, you have probably heard this acronym from both the media and opposing fans all season. PDO, also known as “puck luck,” is just adding a team’s combined shooting % with a team’s combined save %. The team’s combined shooting % is the average of the shooting % for all a team’s skaters, and the combined save % is the average of all a team’s goalies. 

PDO is important to know what percentage of a team’s shots are going in the net and how many shots are being saved by the goalies; basically, just puck luck! The average PDO in the league is 100.0, but depending on a team’s SH% and SV% throughout a season, these numbers usually fluctuate between 95% and 105%.

Highest PDO: Vancouver Canucks, with 103.4 from a combined 11.36 skater SH% and a 92.09 goalie SV%, those lucky ducks.

Lowest PDO: San Jose Sharks, with 97.4 from a combined 6.78 skater SH% and a 90.59 goalie SV%. Better find some four-leaf clovers, SJ. 

Corsi/CF%

Corsi is a number that combines any shot attempt outside of a shootout. This includes goals, shots on the net, shots that miss the net, and shots that are blocked by the opposing team. There are two types of corsi, corsi for (CF) and corsi against (CA). CF is the amount of shots that Team A makes on Team B. CA is the measure of how many shots Team B takes against Team A. 

For example, if Team A has 3 goals, 30 shots, and 30 blocked shots or missed shots, their CA would be 63. If Team B scored 2 goals on Team A and also had 20 shots and 20 blocked shots, Team A’s CA is 42. 

Got that? Great! Stay with me for this next part. 

CF% is the important stat, as it measures the percentage of total Corsi while a team is on the ice. It shows how the percentage of CF a team has vs CA. In other words, CF% measures how many more total shot attempts Team A has on Team B’s net than Team B has on Team A’s net. 

Hold on – don’t close the page, I know it’s confusing. Maybe this will make sense with some examples. 

The team with the best CF% is the Carolina Hurricanes, with 59.56 CF%. They have 3468 CF, or total shots, and 2355 CA, or shots the other teams took against them. Of the total goals, shots, and shot attempts on the ice in any Carolina Hurricanes game, the Canes have just under 60% of them. That is an impressive share of the shots. This stat helps you evaluate offensive versus defensive possession, as a high CF% (like the Canes) indicates high offensive possession. The more time spent in the offensive zone, the more goals, shots and shot attempts, and therefore a higher CF%!

Highest CF%: Carolina Hurricanes, as I said, super impressive!

Average CF%: Ottawa Senators, with 50.15% of the total shots on the ice in their games (or just over 50% CF%). Sens the most equal offensive zone vs defensive zone time? Makes sense!

Lowest CF%: San Jose Sharks, with 43.48% CF%. San Jose is not great at controlling play, but what did we expect? 

These are some of the most common stats and acronyms that you will come across in your analytics research, happy reading!

Stats were retrieved via Natural Stat Trick and ESPN’s NHL Player Stats, and definitions were retrieved with the assistance of Natural Stat Trick’s Stat Glossary. 

#back on the hockey prof grind you know it you know it #haven't had a lot of time with school but you know im here for you guys with the stats coverage #more coming soon just coming slowly as i work on things! #hope you enjoy hope this is useful #k the hockey prof??? #k.txt #hockey tactico talk #stats chats #hockey stats #nhl stats

[holybananaoafshoe]

Team Dynamics

Scary Dog Privilege 🐺 2/10

They go on many grand adventures…that always go wrong one way or another.

Xiao, at one point, contemplates creating an adepti good luck charm for Benny because Archons is the kid unlucky.

Do you know how many times he or Kazuha saved the kid from an unintentional demise? Too damn many.

Like Xiao is concerned for his well-being at this point.

How the hell does this kid function????

To be brutally honest, Xiao joined them not only to ensure the Walking Disaster’s safety, but to figure out how *vaguely gestures to Benny* he works.

I like to imagine Xiao as the tired babysitter from The Incredibles and Benny as Jack-Jack

He doesn't think the charm would help, but he makes one out of some leaves and twigs anyway and gives it to Benny.

Benny is so touched??? Xiao made him a good luck charm, but not just any! An adeptus good luck charm, so maybe it’ll help ward off the worst of it.

It uh…..certainly wards off like the minor bad luck like he doesn’t burn his food or stub his toe as much.

Kazuha? He’s just enjoying the chaos.

I like to think Kazuha joined Benny because it seemed like a nice change of pace and puts his observation skills to the test

Sadly, the wind can’t warn him fast enough on most days

He’s very observant (apart from the wind thing lmao) so he’s the first one to notice if something is bothering Xiao or if Benny is hiding how he’s feeling

Or if someone hides their wounds. 

Interpret that as you will. I like to think Xiao or Benny would. 

Xiao, to appear tough and because he’s used to working alone ever since his siblings passed. Benny because he wants to make sure the others are okay first, and maybe he feels bad about his luck rubbing off on them and doesn’t want to bother them more than he already has.

The Wind Thing™ is amazing to Benny and he’s in awe of Kazuha’s attunement to nature and the general awareness he has for their surroundings.

It kind of freaks Xiao out just a little.

A *tiny* bit. It’s just enough that when Kazuha first mentions that the wind told him something Xiao is giving him slight side-eye and a thought of Oh no he’s crazy flits across the back of his mind… until they investigate and find that Kazuha was right.

Xiao himself has really really good intuition from years of fighting, but nothing quite like the wind telling him something. 

If it works, it works, so long as Kazuha isn’t bothered by it, he supposes. (Part of Xiao wonders if it was an evil demon or spirit… he definitely Did Not spend a week or two trying to make sure Kazuha’s wind thing wasn’t something he should conquer or banish or get that kid with the high yang energy…. Chongyun, to exorcise)

His extremely calm demeanor is slightly off-putting to Xiao

Despite that, Xiao notices when Kazuha starts to slow down in a fight or when cracks start to show in his calm facade (more on this *later*)

I like to think Kazuha reacts more internally than he does outwardly.

Like Kazuha does show emotion, but is more low key about it.

*The stove explodes and Benny just laughs. He’s covered in soot and his clothes are singed, but he smiles and tells them he accidentally got the lizard powder he has on him too close to the fire* “Ah I should have been more careful, I must have forgotten to take this out of my pocket when I was with Klee and Albedo a few weeks ago…”

Kazuha: *staring wide eyed with a strained smile* I… see, it’s lucky we weren’t too close then. *pats Benny’s back and helps clean up the camp*

Kazuha internally: What the fuck was that? Holy shit, I thought we were going to die… I might actually die if I keep traveling with him holy shit. How is he still alive????? How am I alive???? 

((Xiao stopped being surprised at the unlucky after traveling with Benny for a week))

I also like to think that Kazuha and Xiao will look at eachother like they’re in The Office once they’re used to Benny’s luck

*Benny burns the food once again* “Aw, man, I left it on too long!” *Kazuha looks over to Xiao, who had just gotten back from collecting firewood, like can you believe this kid? And Xiao just shrugs*

How does Kazuha say the most profound shit casually like it’s any other Tuesday??? Xiao is somewhat convinced Kazuha either had 1. Something traumatic happen to him or 2. Was definitely a priest or something at some point. 

While Benny is like 75% sure Kazuha is some kind of poet that writes under a pen name. 

He totally tries to discreetly figure out what Kazuha’s author name is lol and when he outright asks and Kazuha denies being an author all Benny can think is: “I see, he’s a private person and doesn’t want his identity to come out.”

*proceeds to try to “protect” Kazuha’s different identities anytime he thinks they’re getting exposed* 

It goes on like this until they learn about Kazuha’s backstory (more on this *later*)

Xiao is like 90% sure Kazuha is high in one way or another half the time, and honestly? He'd join him if he didn't have to be the fucking sane one in the group.

Benny??

He’s just so happy to have travel companions tbh. 

Benny keeps the mood up and his happy-go-lucky attitude often rubs off on the others

Even Xiao will find himself smiling slightly at Benny’s excitement 

Though, his travel companions are a bit strange, but, hey, his dads at the guild taught him not to judge a book by its cover and it turned out Xiao and Kazuha are pretty cool!

And! They don’t seem to mind his bad luck!

Benny is the mastermind behind their expeditions and adventures, be it commissions that he gets through the guild or a rumor he’s heard in Liyue Harbor.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact headcanons #team dynamics #scary dog privilege #Bennett #Xiao #Kazuha #you know they'd all be a little off put by Xiao and Kazuha #Kazuha is at least a little bit more of a “normal” wonderer/traveler #but xiao is like the silent judging type or at leadt you think he's judging lmao #benny is so happy to have traveling companions

[mehiwilldoitlater]

I feel like feralmomreader would extend their parental love to the other kids of teyvat including the older ones which brings me to my next hc

Imagine what they would do to Albert (Barbara’s nasty stalker)

Imagine what they’d do to those guys in Springvale who basically hunted Razor ad his lupical

Imagine what they’d do to anyone talking smack about Bennet

And imagine what they’d do to Diona’s dad

Thank you for your time

Oh godness , this is so cute, i love this idea. I mean, i love that bunch of children! And i notice that this feralmom staff it's starting to be my thing! I love this idea, including Chingyun and Xingqiu because YES. Anyway, i don't think that Reader actually wanted to know them, i mean after have been hunted like an animal and staff...the only thign they want it's a bit of peace and quiet for them and the newborn that they have. It's not easy, Teyvat help, but still reader is on the edge everytime. You have no idea how it happened, maybe they were just like they were, a bunch of children that wnated to play heroes, search for you and realized that...you were just a nice person? Or just a very stressed mum? You didn't even attacked them, even the slime that brings you food weren't insterested into them! They're just curious! And you baby's the cutest thing in the world, who could attack him? By some time, your little part of the forest will became the secret location of many of them, and they'll start to notice some changes in their life...maybe some luck? With Barbara, imagine that the first time you met her was just a case. She wanted to get away from Albert, that you know were extremely annoying sometime, and she just run into your house (it was more like a tree house, hilichurls are very capable when they want) and you were there...and she just froze...The impostor was there! That was her chance to report ou and be just like her sister!.....And you just offered her shelter against Albert? That's...odd,,,,and why are you giving her cookyes now?! And you're so nice?.....Okay, maybe she can hold the secret for a little longer, but when you saw Albert, one day, getting far too near to Barbara...let's just said that someone didn't have a nice afternoon. With Razor, he loved you the first moment he lays his eyes on you. The pack likes you! The puppies loves you! So he's gonna love you too! He'll bring you nice thing that he find in the, and share some food with you! When the hunters try to capture him, you showed up in the right time, the forest itself was alive! The tree were attacking the hunters, freeing his lupical and him? Maybe he doesn't understand the concept of "god" but he'll understand that you saved him and his Lupical, so now he's gonna help you...please give him some more scratch. The first time you found Bennet...inside a trap. It was yours, yeah, you made it to protect you but...you felt guilty over him. He wasn't even searching for you, he just wanted a new adventure! You helped him, cured him with your power and offered him to help him the next time he needed, even just to listen about his stories...and suddenly his life started to get better? No more bad luck? Once he told you about those that said those nasty things about him and you just said "Well, they should be carefull... luck is blind, but bad luck sees very well". He didn't get what you said, but from that moments those guys encountered a series of unlucky events. And Diona....honsetly you just want to hug her and make all the bad things that happen to her disappear. She usually blame the alcohol for his father's problems, and you just feel sorry for her...But making him pay it would just hurt her more. You want to help her in a good way, and deep down you think that maybe she should realize that maybe his father isn't the person she think he is...maybe a little visit to him, during the night, making him lost into your woods, scaring him to death....a little trauma wouldn't hurt anybody. He'll won't drink again, trust me.

#genshin impact #sagau #bennet #razor #diona #genshin barbara #ask

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The next week went by slow. Without literally all of his friends he had nothing to do. It was sad and really lonely honestly. So Steve did what any reasonable lonely human would do: get a pet.

He couldn’t get a dog they were way too much work. He had a poodle growing up and it was the most annoying dog ever. He definitely didn’t want to deal with that again. He would get a fish, but they aren’t that entertaining. Reptiles were horrifying and he would easily lose a rodent. So that left him with one option.

On Tuesday he went shopping. He went to the local pet store and bought everything he needed, or rather the cat needed. He bought all of the basic necessities plus a gigantic cat tower, a few too many toys, a harness (because why not?), and a normal amount of cat outfits (only like 25). $200 dollars later the pet store said he’d be able to pick up the kitten on Thursday. The cat was only a month old and was currently named Archie. He knew he was going to change his name, but he didn’t know what to change it to. The cat was all black except for his white paws. Which yes black cats were are supposed to be unlucky, but considering what he’d been through, an unlucky cat was the least of his concerns.

That Wednesday was the longest day of his life. It felt even lonelier in his house. He eventually decided the best way to spend his day was painting random things in his house. Which was an extremely good Idea surprisingly. When he was on his 10th object it was 9 pm (and he’d happily go to bed at 9 pm). Those ten items included: two mugs, little doodles on his mirror, the cup he keeps his toothbrush in, a plant pot, the watering can, a mason jar, his hairspray can, a ring tray, and last but certainly not least a guitar pick. He wasn’t the best artist so most were just ombrés and splatters.

When he woke up the next morning he immediately got dressed and ready. He couldn’t stand one more second of being ‘Sad Sack Steve’. He ran straight out to his car… but immediately had to go back inside because he forgot his keys. But then he was actually on his way.

He finally made it to the store and oh. Oh my god that was the cutest kitten he’d ever seen. He quickly finished all the nonsense paperwork and went home with a cat in his passenger seat. That’s when it finally hit him that this was a living being, that he had to take care of. That was… weird. A lot of responsibility. And plus he was going up to Indy tomorrow. What was he going to do? He supposed he could talk to his neighbor Amy and ask her to check on him. Amy was weird (to put it in literally the nicest was possible) but it’s better than nothing.

When he pulled in his driveway he walked next door to Amy’s. Thankfully she agreed. He thanked her a thousand times then ran back to the house, cat in hand. The cat was loud. Like extremely loud. But that was a good thing. It wouldn’t be so quiet all the time. Just in that moment, the phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Steve! Are you okay?”

“Eds? Yeah I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Robin called you like twenty times and when she gave up she called me so I could call you because apparently ‘Steve is way more likely to pick up the phone to you’. Did she tell you she makes me call her each time I get to a new hotel just so she can have each hotels number?” The cat was now meowing like crazy.

“Uhhh no she didn’t. Do you know why she called?”

“She said she just wants to make sure you’re going to Indy tomorrow. Steve… what’s that noise?

“I have a hypothetical.”

“Okay…? What is it?”

“Say I got a little black kitten. What would be a good name for it?”

…

“Hypothetically though.”

“I mean I’d personally name it Ozzy, but I know you personally wouldn’t name-“

“That’s perfect! Hypothetically.”

“Sure. Well I can’t wait to see this hypothetical cat!”

“Yeah yeah. Okay I should call Robin. Bye Eddie.”

“Bye Stevie. Tell Ozzy I said hello.”

“Will do.” He misses him. He misses him a lot. Blah blah blah this is a spiel we’ve all heard one too many times.

He called Robin back and told her that he was going to be there tomorrow. And about Ozzy.

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“Ready for round two?” He called out the window.

“Of course!” Vickie yelled as they hopped in the car, “looking good again Harrington!”

“Why, thank you.” They drove back to the bar. They didn’t have a tape in so they just talked. Talked about everything and nothing. When they arrived Vickie pulled him aside.

“Hey Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Sorry if this is weird, you don’t have to answer, but do you think you’re going to end up with Eddie?” She was right. That was weird.

“Uh honestly no. He’s not gay.” She frowned at that.

“Well I personally strongly disagree but if think that, why didn’t you dance with anyone last week?” Good question. He however didn’t know the answer to that.

“I don’t know Vick. I just felt like I had to,” why? Why did he think he had to, “maybe…maybe it was just in case he wasn’t. I didn’t want to chance not being able to be with him. Which I know is stupid because it will never happen.”

“Hey,” she placed he hand on his arm, “that’s not stupid. Again I do think you are wrong,” she sighed. How. How could she think that? What gave her a reason to? “But if you don’t think that, go have fun. Dance with people. Don’t waste you’re time chasing over someone who you believe you will never catch up to.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.

“Okay. Let’s go. I promise I’ll let loose a bit.” She smiled and linked their arms as they walked inside.

“There you are!” Robin called, “i thought I was going to file two missing person reports!” They walked back to the same barstools they sat at last time and there he was. Trent. He didn’t remember exactly what he did to Steve. But he remembered that he hated him. No clue why. Might have just been angry drunk Steve for all he knew.

“Hey guys!” He smiled at them. Especially Steve. For a weird amount of time, “what can I get for you guys?” Robin was already drinking her Dirty Shirley. She was addicted to those things. She said ‘they are like Shirley Temples but better!’ He was not going to tell her that was the point.

“Can I just get a beer? I don’t really care what kind,” Vickie said. Didn’t peg her as the beer type, but hey! Never judge a book by its cover right?

“Yeah, me too.” Steve said.

“Alrighty! Give me one second!”

“Look,” Vickie said, “I love Trent but he uses the weirdest words sometimes.” Oh! That’s why he hated him last time.

“I noticed that! Last week he said ‘yikes’ like audibly and I almost gagged! I didn’t know people actually said that!” Steve exclaimed (but quietly so he wouldn’t hear).

Robbin giggled, “one time he said my outfit was ‘tubular’,” they all laughed and twisted their faces in mock disgust. Just then he came back.

“Here y’a go!” They said thank you but he didn’t move. He just stayed there. Oh well at least Steve has a piece of eye candy now. God he was hot, “so Steve, what do you do for work?” Yay! More small talk. He knew just the way to this man’s heart. He tried everything to not hate him again.

“I’m a teacher. Junior history,” why’d he elaborate? He surely didn’t care.

“That’s so cool! My favorite class of all time was my junior history. It’s the only class I ever understood. My teacher was the only nice one in the building too.” Woah. He did care. Weird.

“Cool…” cool? Really? That was lame. (LAME??? STEVE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.)

Trent smiled at Steve for a second to long for it to be ‘bro like’, “well let me now if you guys need anything!” And he walked away. He wasn’t sure how to feel about him.

“Wow Steve!” Robin applauded, “look at you go. He was totally into you!”

“Yeah I could tell.” He looked at Vickie and blinked as a cry for help. She just shrugged. Just then the first man of the night walked up to Steve.

“Hey! My names Adam, I was uh wondering if you wanted to dance maybe? My boyfriend… ex-boyfriend just cheated on me and left.” Yikes (REALLY???). He looked towards Vickie and she mouthed, ‘you promised’.

“Yeah. Sure.” Adams face lit up. He held out a hand and he took it.

Now in Robins exact words, ‘you’re dance moves could kill! And by kill I mean make someone want to shoot their eyes out’ which only offended him to the point he cried later that night. But it was fine. Everything was fine.

“Uh Adam?” He looked up at Steve with questioning eyes. Adam was cute. Like adorable cute not I-want-to-rip-his-clothes-off cute. “I literally can’t dance. Like at all.”

He laughed, “me neither honestly. But if we hide in the crowd no one would ever see us!” He pulled Steve to the middle of Probably a good hundred people. He smiled. Like actually smiled. He liked this kid.

“How old are you Adam?” He immediately started blushing.

“I’m twenty-three.”

“Twenty-six”

“Cool. You like don’t have a boyfriend right?”

He snorted, “No, I’ve actually only officially dated one person, and that was about ten years ago.”

He laughed, “well that guy,” he nodded towards the door, “was my third. And obviously i have some special kind of charm because this same situation happened every. Single. Time.”

“Jeez. That really sucks. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, “nah it’s fine. Never actually liked that guy at least. He was just in a band that was popular at some point and died down,” he laughed, “if I’m being honest I thought I could use him for publicity. That did not turn out well though.” Huh. That’s strange.

He laughed, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just kinda coincidental. This one guy that I’ve literally been pinning over for years just left to go on tour.”

“No it’s fine! That is kinda weird. And that really does suck… I don’t think I got you’re name?”

“It’s Steve.”

“Well Steve I’m sorry about that. Does he like you back?” He was convinced neither of them were actually in to each other. But that was okay. He was a super nice kid. (He was literally only three years younger but he was still going to call him kid.)

“Well I am sure he doesn’t but all of my friends think otherwise. Plus I only realized I liked him when he left.”

“Well I know I’m a complete stranger and have no right to say this, but they are probably right. All of my friends told me to stay away Tony because he was no good. And here we are,” Steve didn’t know why he was so calm about this, “hey uh Steve i better get going but,” he took a pen out of his back pocket and wrote on Steve’s arm, “call me. We should hang out. You’re cool.”

“I will. Thanks.” He nodded and walked back to the girls. They were literally jumping up and down.

“How’d it gooo?” Vickie said grabbing his hands.

“Good! He was nice! And we’re going to hang out soon,” he said waving his arm. They gave each other a weird look.

“Hang out?” Robin asked looking very disappointed.

“Yeah. We didn’t click like that. But it’s fine. At least I have more than four friends in the area now!”

“Who’s the fourth?”

“Ozzy, obviously.”

“Obviously,” she rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I had my time. Now it’s your turn, go. Go have fun! But not to much fun!” He called as they ran away. He took a swig of his beer that he’d left there.

“Young love strikes once again!” Trent called from behind him. This dude needed to stop sneaking up on him. But this time he smiled back at him. He just kept staring at him. Like a concerning amount. And he noticed, “penny for your thoughts?”

“Nothing it’s just..” screw it, “want to dance?” His face got even brighter than Adam’s

“I’d be honored. But I only have like five minutes because I do work here,” they grinned at each other. They made their way to the people again. He caught Vickie looking at him and giving him a thumbs up. He just rolled his eyes at her. “I got the impression last time that your weren’t too fond of me.”

“Sorry it’s just that I get really easily irritated when im drunk. But then I can just switch up and immediately become the giggly drunk that we all aspire to be.”

“I get it. My ex was like that. She was… interesting.” He thought it was so amazing how open people could be about their sexuality’s here. He also just now noticed that they were in fact not dancing but just standing there. Which he was not mad about because again: he could not dance. “I think you’re really neat Steve.” Neat?? Okay this dude was kind of, sort of, really really weird with his vocabulary. But as we established with Eddie: Steve liked weird. (He’s literally been with two dudes that have at least been a little interested, and he’s still Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Edd-)

“You too.” They just stood there looking at each other for a long time. Before Trent leaned in a bit. Woah. This is weird. What is happening.

“Stevie, can I?”

Did he hear him correctly? Did he just call him Stevie? It sounded oddly romantic. The word were ringing in his ears. Oddly. Romantic. But it couldn’t be. That’s all Eddie ever called him. He guesses pet names were meant to be flirty. But no. There’s no way. Eddie could not like him. (THERE IS A MAN IN FRONT OF YOU!! SNAP OHT OF IT!)

He realized he hadn’t responded for a while, “I’m so sorry,” he said. And ran off. He ran outside. He needed air. There was no way. Why was he even thinking this? Did Eddie like him back. He suddenly remembered the phone call from last week.

Okay, love you Eddie. Goodnight.

Goodnight Stevie.

How could he be so stupid? Why did he say that. But he didn’t freak out when he did. He didn’t say it back. But he didn’t say it was weird. And he called him that stupid name again. He thinks back over Vickie’s, Robin’s, and even Adam’a words. There was no way this was happening. Eddie might actually like him. Was he? Wrong?

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Next

FINALLY. this is the dream I had. This was what this whole fic was based around. I just reread this and realized how choppy and weird the ending was but oh well. I didn’t know how else to make it work. I also didnt at all plan to add Ozzy. I zone out when I write and before I knew it boom he was there. Every steddie fic needs some sort of animal named Ozzy tho. Also I will never stop apologizing for how short these are. It’s actually not that short but still. I’ve been super unmotivated and tired. Really tired. I also would like to make it clear that I hate Trent. He did nothing wrong I just don’t like him. This is a hill I will die on. Oh well. Love Adam tho. Also one of the funniest things to me is whatever trope you think this is, you’re wrong 😈. Anywayyssss. Comment or reblog if you want to be tagged in future parts! And thanks for reading

This will be on AO3 soon I just need to find a time to do it. It will also be extended there most likely.

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#yay #we got to the gist #hypothetically if someone were to do a drinking game to this do not include the words: actually practically probably weird honestly #or any form or looked. you will die from alcohol poisoning #execute Trent 2023 #sorry #I hate him #2 more parts! #i’m so exited #for this to be over #less stress #but also then I can see all of it in all its glory #my notes app is crying for help #it needs a break #I also thought It was funny that the note I use for this fic is called yikes #bbg realized that his wife loves him! so proud #ty heathers the musical (and the movie I watched that while writing too) once again #night night y’all #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #joe keery #joseph quinn #rockie #rockstar!eddie #teacher!steve #gay steve harrington #gay eddie munson #S4JKs Lyrics

[lilacsbeeswax]

Blind Date

A/N: This is my first piece of fanfic on tumblr and I decided to do Marlene because she doesn’t have many fics about her and I think that’s a crime. I am aware that she isn’t really even a character but that doesn’t make her less hot. Enjoy!

Pairing: Marlene McKinnon and fem!reader

FLUFF

These nights are always worse than normal nights for Y/n. See, she’s completely alone, not a single roommate or friend in sight, just her and the stagnant silence of her bedroom. The very bedroom she had drank with friends and brought decent dates to after a few glasses of wine, god knows she needed it with some of those people. But now she sits there staring at the messages sent by Aiden. You may ask, ‘why doesn’t she just go out? She’s pretty enough, and there isn’t anything inherently wrong with her,’ well, she has a reason. 

Saturday, July 8, a day Y/n wouldn’t soon forget. She spent at least an hour on her hair and makeup that night with the help of her friend, Marlene, who was the one who set her up with a guy. Aiden was his name, and that’s all Y/n knew (besides Marlene’s claims that he was great and extremely attractive). Admittedly, Y/n was excited to get out there after the messy breakup she had with her ex, but she doesn’t like to talk about that, this was her key to the dating world. By the time she was done getting ready, she only had fifteen minutes to get to the restaurant, mistake number one. She ended up stuck in traffic and had to text Aiden that she would be a bit late. She was only about five minutes late, but she felt like it was five hours. 

Mistake number two was wearing a short skirt. They were sitting in a booth with those uncomfortable leather seats, so you could hear her thighs rip off the material every time she moved. You would think that wouldn’t be a big deal to most people, but it made Y/n uncomfortable.

The third mistake was going on a date with Aiden entirely. It wasn’t that he was mean to her or creepy; he and Y/n were just complete opposites. He was cocky and arrogant; all he seemed to care about was rugby, and he seemed to be quite rude to other people. Classic jock bully. Plus, for half the date he looked at her chest and not her face. Y/n, on the other hand, was an author, quite calm and subdued, and couldn’t imagine being rude to someone, especially people she didn’t know. 

Then, the final cherry on top, the waiter, carrying a tray with three glasses full of water, tripped. Just before it happened Y/n was thinking of ways to leave while not being too rude; turns out fate had chosen the perfect way to do so. She looked up from her plate just in time to watch the waiter fall, almost in slow motion. The tray slipped from their hand and the glasses fell over, drenching poor Y/n in the liquid. Aiden just sat there, startled and dumbfounded, ‘how could one person be so unlucky?’. Y/n was even more shocked than Aiden, the ice-cold drink pooling in her lap and her top so wet it was see-through. Y/n ended up leaving right after it happened, done with the date and the situation; she didn’t even say goodbye to Aiden.

A week later, Y/n was laying across Marlene’s soft queen-sized bed, her head dangling off and her arms waving around emphasizing the story she was telling. Marlene sat with her legs crossed and her back pressed against the wall listening with her mouth slightly agape. Y/n ended the story and there was a brief silence, her friend could hardly believe the sweet guy she set her friend up with was a jerk. The silence was suddenly filled with a soft ding coming from Y/n’s phone. She sat up and unlocked her phone, eyes blew wide in surprise, it was Aiden. 

‘Just wanted to let you know that I went on a date last night with this beautiful girl. She arrived on time and she actually enjoyed talking to me. Maybe you should try those things next time you go on a date.’ Y/n sat staring at her phone jaw-slack and mind racing, did he just say that? 

“What is it, love?” Marlene asked, genuinely concerned. “Everything alright?”

“No, it was Aiden,” Y/n said, voice wavering as she handed her phone over to her friend. Y/n watched Marlene read over the text numerous times, seemingly as upset and shocked as Y/n herself. 

“What an asshole,” Marlene scoffed, turning off the phone and throwing it across the bed. “Who does he think he is?”

“I know,” Y/n replied, her voice soft and low.

Marlene crawled over to Y/n and gave her a bear hug, sending quiet apologies her way. Y/n didn’t reply though she just hugged back and moved so they were laying down and cuddling. They sat there in silence Marlene running her fingers through Y/n’s hair until they fell asleep. 

Y/n returns to reality and looks at the clock, it’s 2:14 am. She had been thinking about that fateful day for two hours, but she finally found something to do, call Marlene. 

#marlene mckinnon #marlene x reader #marlene mckinnon x reader #fluff #harry potter fanfiction #modern au #marlene mckinnon fluff #blind date #fanfic

[tokidokifish]

using star trek versions of my blorbos to pitch MY post-ds9 series, which would be another station trek taking place in the gamma quadrant, where starfleet would have set up a new deep-space base in order to assist (and oversee) the dominion's integration with the galaxy as a whole. i felt like there are so many interesting dominion races with really fucked stories that would be sooooo interesting to look more deeply into, and there would be a whole new quadrant of species and stories to get into! BEHOLD MY VISION!

also vorta get tails bc they deserve them. :) lemurs. :)

anyhow here's a breakdown of the blorbos in question tho obviously i've talked about most of them before:

commander nehn tanith: first officer and the lucky thirteenth host of an extremely unlucky symbiont that keeps getting its hosts killed at young ages. while the tanith symbiont makes her feel like she's have a constant, low-grade panic attack, nehn herself is a confident, capable young woman who sincerely believes wholeheartedly in the utopian ideals of the federation. obvi we would need a starfleet presence there and nehn, certainly, would be there out of a genuine interest in furthering galactic cooperation, but there would be a lotta good meat for stories about federation personnel who simply aren't ready to just forgive and forget and would never be willing to see changelings as anything other than deceptive.

junpei: dominion representative, who volunteered out of duty and definitely not a lot of potentially sacrilegiously intense feelings he shares with the first of his jem'hadar. i really feel like there's SOOOO much untapped potential with the vorta - the concept of them trying to find their places in the dominion after the war, whether some would start to try and move away and establish independence or if they would double-down on worshiping their gods. junpei is also trans in his original narrative and i think THAT would be interesting to explore from a vorta standpoint. i don't honestly think the founders would care about something as meaningless as solid gender presentation, but i also don't think vorta would be expected to like... consider things like that. they were merely tools, made in a specific way to best serve the founders and disposable beyond that; anything else would be a deviation.

and of course with the vorta come the jem'hadar, and THEM finding potential places to interact with the galaxy as something other than soldiers. curing their dependence on ketracel-white! finding out how long they can ACTUALLY live. jem'hadar deciding to be writers, or artists, or craftsmen. IT WOULD BE SO GOOD.

lieutenant, junior grade?? vannerly ch'vaulk: like odo, vannerly is one of the hundred changelings that were sent out into the galaxy at large. in his case, vennerly ended up on andoria, where he managed to successfully (or mostly - he could never pull off the antenna) assimilate with the native people, and even eventually joined starfleet as a xenobiologist - but no one is really sure where he stands now, since he DID pass all his tests but he was lying the entire time. i'm super interested in the concept of the other hundred changelings - we've met odo, who desperately wanted to return home, and laas, who definitely did NOT, and i imagine a lot of them have similarly complicated feelings about it. in vannerly's case, he spent most of his time just trying to fit in and keep his head down, and then he had the knowledge of the rest of his species crash into his life in the worst way possible, and he would be torn between the temptation to join them and the fear of losing the individuality he's come to desire. also we could do way more weird gender stuff because it's not the 90s and i'm not a coward.

anyhow thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#star trek #ds9 #ds9-adjacent at least #trill #vorta #andorian #(sort of) #changeling #nehn tanith #junpei #vannerly ch'vaulk #i've been working on that picture for days (i know it doesn't look like it) #i'm still not happy but WHATEVER it's DONE