#i had fun writing this :)

[taki-yaki]

I’ve got a prompt idea. Maybe this Tav is a natural mind reader, even before the tadpole, so she immediately knows Astarion is a vampire who’s terrified of being hunted down. Since I’m a sucker for protective Tav, maybe she keeps his secret for as long as possible, or secretly helping him find some wildlife when his hunger gets worse…

Oooh, I like the idea of this. I will take some notes from the Aberrant Mind Sorcerer subclass and the great old one Warlock subclass, which does have telepathy-themed spells and feats.

Astarion x Mind Reader Tav Headcanons

For as long as you can remember, you were gifted with telepathy, allowing you to read other people’s thoughts through a simple glance. You tried to keep this skill hidden from others, in the fear of what others would do to you if they ever discovered your gift, making yourself somewhat of a loner, preferring the company of silence to others.

However, fate thought otherwise, by being abducted by the nautiloid with a mind flayer parasite being unceremoniously inserted into you, amplifying your abilities tenfold, now being able to just read surface-level thoughts undetected, without having to focus on a singular person at a time.

This, unfortunately, leads to accidentally learning too much about your new traveling companions, with private thoughts now being picked up on, from Shadowheart and Laezel’s constant bickering being transmitted constantly to you, to Gale’s seemly never-ending thoughts leading you to have constant headaches whenever he goes off on a theory of his.

However, when you brush minds with Astarion, you quickly discover that he’s a vampire, a blood-sucking beast of the night. Seemly able to walk in the sun unharmed, thanks in part to the tadpole.

Every night at camp, you try to keep a close eye on his thoughts in an attempt to focus on what his intentions are with you.

Most of his surface-level thoughts range from either commenting on others' fashion choices, to practising his latest lines he wants to perform.

“Is Gale wearing new boots? They’d look better on me than him.”

“Hmm Laezel, sharp as a blade but sweet as a… no that won’t do.”

But something seemed to lie deeper, fear. Fear of what the others would do upon discovering your secret, knowing that you are more fiend than friend. It reminds you of your past self, wanting to hide from the world. Besides he doesn’t want to harm anyone, but just wants to survive like you. 

In an attempt to help him out, you try to discreetly hunt out and weaken boars to take back to camp and cook, in hopes that he can use the opportunity to drain the creature before the others get suspicious of his night treks into the woods.

Although this doesn’t last all too long before someone figures out he’s a vampire, you try to defend him, acting as if you are entirely clueless, much to Gale’s annoyance.

Eventually, others at camp notice how you stare at Astarion so often at camp, which makes them think you have fallen head over heels for him.

“Aww Tav are you eyeing up fangs again?” Karlach shouted at you from behind. 

This inflates his ego quite a bit, “Well, of course, I mean look at me”. This leads to him thinking you’ve fallen head over heels for him in his mind. Constantly thinking of ways to charm you in his head, causing you to turn your head away to stop reading his mind to avoid you from melting on the spot in embarrassment.

Despite your companion's comments, you’re always by his side, whenever you feel his saddest or fear you are there ready to comfort him.

One night, he jokes to you, “You know darling, you always seem to know when to be in the right place at the right time. It’s as if you can read minds, even without that worm in your pretty head.”

At that moment, it felt like time slowed down, did he know, were you being too obvious, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me ever again? What if-

A cold hand touched your chin, “Darling, are you alright? You looked leagues away then”

“Was it something I said? I only joked if that you could read minds, wait-”

Opening his mouth “Can you read minds?”

Turning to meet his ruby eyes, all you can do is silently nod. You wait with baited breath for him to yell out at you, or just get up and leave. But he doesn’t, instead giving you a tooth grin, excited by the prospect. 

Ever since then, every day he asks you non-stop, for either the latest gossip from others in camp or teasing you by thinking of all the inappropriate things he’ll do to you, when you are talking to others, to just simple things by stating how beautiful you look today. Eventually, the others catch on to your abilities since Astarion couldn’t keep his mouth shut for all too long and explained the constant silent staring.

Despite his relentless teasing, you still use your powers to check if anyone had any nefarious intentions with Astarion, ever since the meeting with the Gur you want to protect him from anyone who could be a spy for Cazador. For all the work you put in to ensure his safety, he tries to repay you, through other means.

Going around camp to make sure that Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop their squabbles, to Gale’s overthinking. At times if it gets to be too much for you, he’ll take you away from camp to try and give you peace of mind. He even offers you tadpole elixirs to try and reduce the constant stream of thoughts from making your head explode, especially when you reach Baldur’s Gate.

After the tadpole is gone, it takes time for you to adjust back to your usual abilities, having to relearn them. You and Astarion decide to settle down somewhere quiet in the countryside, away from busy buzzing minds. Both of you seem to have quite a bit to relearn, from his spider climb abilities and regenerative healing to your telepathy. But this time you’re not alone, you have someone who isn’t afraid of what you are and accepts you for being you.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x durge #astarion x dark urge #hope you like in anon it did try to get a bit of balance between some fluff and slight angst #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion headcanons #I had fun writing this #i hope you like it anon #I tried to get a balance between fluff and slight angst

[loopy-calico]

Sun analysis !!

had some thoughts after i read this tsams confessions post about Sun and how it doesn't feel like he has bonded with his family outside of Moon. you should probably read that first bc i'll be quoting it.

so here's a bit of a (completely lowercase) rant on some of the (in-universe) reasons why i think that might be

'-seeing your entire family grieving over someone [solar] who didn't really give the same amount of love to you as they did to them'

yet sun still acted extremely upset after solar died, which is understandable, but i think has deeper meaning than just 'oh he's sad because he was close to solar (he wasn't) and then watched him die'

it could be an extension of the grieving he never got to do after old moon and lunar died

acting more distraught than he really is makes him fit in more with the rest of his family, who all were close to solar and are deeply affected

he did watch solar die so, that does contribute

not to say he wasn't upset about solar dying! or shouldn't be! it's just that he didn't really...know solar. or talk to him. they never once connected. so why would he be as upset as he is?

'How Sun just leaves, and Lunar, Earth, and Monty go off to grieve without him.'

i think this comes from how him and old moon never talked about their problems. if they felt bad, they had to suck it up and deal with it alone-- after all, you wouldn't want to burden your already stressed out brother with your insignificant problems!

sun and old moon followed that pattern for long enough that it's nature to sun now: he can't be emotional around his siblings, he's not supposed to. it's why he leaves once earth and lunar are going off to properly grief.

'When he speaks to them, he doesn't know what to say or how to respond most of the time. It sometimes sounds like he is talking to a complete stranger.'

sun and old moon were tremendously codependent. they were so close. concerningly so. sometimes, it felt as if they had zero connections outside of each other:

they spent the first years of their life in the same body, together 24/7. after that, they still live and work in the same place, once again being together 24/7. at the start of the show, it seems as if moon doesn't talk to anyone outside of sun, and that sun rarely talked to anyone else; monty and roxy, sure, but they're relationships with sun weren't great, either.

even once lunar rolled around, sun and old moon only believed they could truly trust each other. they were each other's purpose.

sun will never have that amount of a bond, or those intimate of experiences, with anyone else. sun only talked to old moon for so. long. how can he learn to talk to anyone else, if they're not him?

'-said he’s in the best mental state he’s been in a while, but sitting alone in your house just seems extremely lonely.'

old moon would get annoyed with sun easily. sun was anxious and felt the need to check up on moon a lot, make sure he wasn't doing anything that hurt him-- but moon never liked it. he got snappish.

sun and old moon's conversations went better when old moon initiated them.

sun is too afraid to try initiating affection with his siblings anymore. after all, what if they get annoyed? they have real things they're dealing with, what if he's just bothering them? not just with his problems, but with wanting to talk at all?

why even try if it'll probably end up bad anyway?

(BY THE WAY THIS IS JUST MY INTERPRETATION. NOT TRYING TO SAY ITS CANON OR ANYTHING.)

#our poor boy #love him #love him alot #tsams sun #sams sun #analysis #rant #sun and moon show #:))) #i had fun writing this #his only friends are his cats #only 'people' he can truly talk to #the sun and moon show

[ruexvn]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚎

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊* ੈ✩‧₊˚* ੈ

𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝘓𝑜𝑔 𝘋𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘹-𝘹𝘹-𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹

𝘛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝘣𝘫𝑒𝘤𝑡 1-𝘈: 𝘈𝑟𝘮𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝘭𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝘣𝑟𝑜𝘬𝑒𝘯 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘭𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑡. 𝘎𝑜𝑎𝘭 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝘮𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝘷𝑒 𝘣𝑒𝑒𝘯 𝑡𝑜 𝘤𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝘮𝑎𝘯 𝑑𝑜𝑔

*10 𝘈𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝘮𝑒𝘯𝑡𝑠*

𝘓𝑜𝑔 𝘋𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘹𝘹-𝘹-𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹

𝘛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝘣𝘫𝑒𝘤𝑡 3-𝘑: 𝘓𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝘈𝑟𝘮𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝘤𝑡𝘭𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝘮 𝘣𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝘭𝑒𝑎𝘷𝑖𝘯𝑔 𝑜𝘯𝘭𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑

*8 𝘈𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝘮𝑒𝘯𝑡𝑠*

𝘓𝑜𝑔 𝘋𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘹-𝘹-𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹

𝘛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝘣𝘫𝑒𝘤𝑡 8-𝘍: 𝘣𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝘬𝑖𝑑𝘯𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝘮𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑑. 𝘓𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝘯𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝘯𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝘮𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑑. 𝘙𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝘯𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝘯𝑔𝑒𝑑

*12 𝘈𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝘮𝑒𝘯𝑡𝑠*

"𝙶𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙰 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎���𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-......𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝?

𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎

"𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚢/𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚑..𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎.

"𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝..𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝...", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍.

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢"

"𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍..𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗... 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗"

"𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛."

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

"𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝."

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝?, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛.

"𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎....", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎

"𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚎", 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙"

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕?...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜? 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎

𝘒𝘯𝑜𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝑜𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝑜𝘤𝘬

"𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝚈/𝙽" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎

"𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆. 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽"

𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜... 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡~"

𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕���𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔. 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗.

"𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕....𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎...", 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎.

"𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑.....𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔?.... 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...."

𝙷𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚠-𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞..𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚎"

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚕𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗", 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

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The Name of God on Their Lips

The past didn’t want to stay buried. Sloan had convinced themselves of that.

Wrote a little horror fic for Venture. Read it HERE

#overwatch #venture overwatch #sloane cameron #sloan cameron #overwatch fanfiction #tw for (minor) body horror! #ive been struggling with terrible writers' block lately and so i decided to try a new style to get inspired #i had fun writing this

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Damian the Dog

Inspired by Grumpy Cat, written by @adrestar

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So what if Marinette moved to Gotham Academy, probably because of Lila bullshit or Guardian Duties.

She is mostly alone so she get a dog who she named Damian.

I actually look up on what type of dog she would have because I don't have a lot of knowledge on dogs. I wanted a small cute black dog. I am going with a Pomeranian or a Scottish Terrier.

It's all fine and going dandy. When one day, Damian overhears the new girl talking about him.

Marinette of course has zero interest in celebrities so she has no clue she is in the same class as Damian Wayne. Her classmates asked if she had any pets so she starts talking about her cute little Dami and showing off pictures of him.

"Look at my Dami. Isn't he adorable?" Marinette cooed, "I just love running my hands through those thick black luscious hair."

Damian gets the idea that Marinette is a stalker or a fangirl who is deluded herself into thinking she is dating him but brushes her off as mostly harmless. He can correct her at any time she steps out of the line.

Let the misunderstandings commence!

Fast forward the next few days, where Marinette keeps talking about her dog and no one has clued her in on the fact that there is a human with the same name as her dog going to classes with her.

Human Damian thinks she has very active imagination, going as far as to fake bite marks on her arms after a supposed passionate embrace.

(Damian the Dog is still being trained. Idk abt raising dogs so I hope I am right.)

The weekend arrive and Damian is at the dog park with Titus. Then he heard the insufferable voice calling out for him,

"Damian. Where are you? Come out. Damian. Dami."

He hid himself for a while, hoping she will give up sooner or later. But no, she keeps coming closer to the spot where he was hiding and calling out his name. Then, Titus blew his cover by coming back with the ball he was sent to fetch.

Thinking he had no choice but to reveal himself, he burst out of the bushes, scaring Marinette.

Meanwhile, Marinette was at the dog park to let Damian out of the apartment and get some exercise. She was kept an eye on him as he ran around but after a phone call from Jagged Stone for a new jacket, she had lost sight of her dog.

Then, while she looked for Damian the dog, someone jumped out of the bushes, giving her a scarce.

She realised that he was a boy from her classes and before she could ask if he had seen her dog, he began yelling at her.

"Listen up, harlot. Get out of your delusional fantasies of dating me and leave me alone." He yelled at a very confused Marinette. Human Damian continued to threaten her with lawsuits on the grounds of stalking, defamation and false claims.

Marinette gets fucking pissed at what the rude guy was yelling at her for no reasons but before she could retort, he stomped away with his dog trailing behind him.

"Come on, Titus. We don't have spend more time with this waste of space."

Marinette is so furious that if she was in Paris, she would have been akumatised for sure. She decided to calm down and go look for Damian, not the human. Arriving at home, she found a lawyer waiting for her and they handed her a thick files of all the charges she was being sued for. It was official she had met someone worse than the Chloe Bourgeosis.

So Marinette decides to stress bake about the problem. Ultimately, she made too much and decided to give away some to her next door neighbour, Jason.

Marinette had been living in Gotham for about a month and Jason knows about her habit to stress bake. They first met when Jason accidentally snuck up on her and she judo-flipped him who was 3 times bigger than her. Jason is impressed and Marinette is mortified. They became friends. Jason cooks her meals sometimes and she bake him desserts. It was a fair trade.

Anyway, Jason asks about her problem and Marinette starts a rant about this rich entitled dick she met who was from her class and she had coincidentally met him at the dog park while looking for Damian. Then, he called her a bunch of insults and names, accused her of stalking him and he had sent lawsuits to her address. Which was bad because she had her business as MDC to consider and this will affect her income.

While ranting, Marinette saw Jason's law degree which he had displayed, partially for his cover as a normal civi but mostly to brag to his siblings about being the only one who graduated from college and law school and rub it in Bruce's face. (We all seen the Jason became a lawyer to get Joker a death sentence post right? So Joker is dead here.)

"Can you be my lawyer? Or can you recommend me one? I promise I can pay you."

Jason patted her head, "Pixie, I will do this for free. I don't know which prick decided to mess with you but I will make him pay. Besides, I can't stand guys like that. You are actually doing me a bit of a favor to knock someone like that down a few pegs. Legally."

Marinette insisted to pay him but Jason compromised to get a cake for an entire month instead for taking the job.

When Jason looked through the papers, he noticed it was from the Wayne Family Lawyers so he decided to go to the Manor to get to the bottom of it. Jason arrived in the middle of Damian on a warpath.

He asked Tim who was the closest and furiously typing on his laptop about what is going on with Damian.

Tim answered, "Apparently there's this girl who is stalking Damian. She claimed to be dating him at school and she showed up while he was out with Titus, looking for him. Right now, I am just checking if she is just delusional and harmless or someone dangerous."

Jason connects the dots between Dog Damian and Human Damian and he tried not to burst out laughing right then and there. "That's good to hear. Anyways, I came here because I forgot something. I am going to see Alfred before I go. Have fun with the lawsuits."

Jason spent the rest of the way home, cackling and the funniest way to win the case.

On the day of the court date,

The rest of the Waynes are surprised to see Jason there in a suit. Dick was understandable, Tim was just there to make sure it goes smoothly, Bruce is also reasonable, Damian is the 'victim'.

"Todd, why are you here?"

"You'll see."

Then, they started telling people to enter before they could get more answers. They soon found out that Jason was the lawyer for the other side.

"Todd, you traitor. How dare you work for the opposition!"

Marinette had arrived with a pet carrier with a dog which Damian claimed was to appeal to his animal lover side.

blah blah blah. Legal procession. I don't know how it goes.

Anyways, it is time for Marinette's defense.

"Your honor, I would like to present evidence which proved that my cilent is innocent in all the charges the plaintiff has accused her of."

"Proceed."

Jason brought out the pet carrier and took out Dog Damian.

"Your honor, this is my client's dog. She was gifted this dog before she moved here to Gotham. I have the receipts to prove this."

"What is the point of this?"

Jason dramatically held up the adorable fluffy black dog which looked like a doll in his hands, "Your honor, the dog's name is Damian." Jason claimed while staring straight at Human Damian.

Dog Damian woofed at the sound of his name. There was a shocked silence that followed.

Jason proceed to give more evidence that yes, the dog name is actually Damian like giving commands using his name and adoption certificate to get rid of any doubt.

"He claimed to have heard her talking about her dating but what were the actual words you heard her say?"

"That I am adorable and she likes running her fingers through my soft dark hair."

"Your honor, my cilent was actually bragging about how cute her dog is and how she likes petting Damian the dog's obviously black fur. And you also claimed that she stalked you to the dog park and called out your name several time. She was there by coincidence because the park is the closest to her apartment and she was calling his name because she had lost sight of Damian. Dog Damian I mean. It was Human Damian's fault for assuming she was calling out for him."

Jason continued to explained how each claim was Damian's own misunderstanding of the situation and there are statements from his classmates who confirmed that Marinette was talking about her pet dog. They didn't told her about Human Damian because they found it funny that her dog had the same name.

"In addition, my cilent had no idea who Damian Wayne was. Only knowing him as her classmate. "

Tim is right now filming and having the best time of his life as he watched Damian wished that the ground would swallow him whole. Dick is trying so hard not to laugh while Bruce's lips were twitching.

Jason decides to make a counter-law suit for the emotional damage and potential financial damage Human Damian had caused Marinette by suing her for millions when she was just a struggling student, getting by on her own income in a foreign country.

Marinette stopped him, "Jason, this is enough. I am fine with a hand-written apology."

"The amount I am asking for is just a drop of water of an ocean for them. They are that filthy rich. Besides, you can get that motorcycle side-car for Damian you had been eyeing a while ago. You can also use the money to buy dog stuff that you couldn't before because of your budget."

Marinette hesitated and agreed. The case ended with it in Marinette's favor.

Tim approached them as they exited with Marinette hugging Damian (the dog) and Jason grinning in glee over his victory and simultaneously humiliated Damian (the human) in the process. Tim high-fived Jason.

Tim offered a job to Marinette because he had done a background check on her due to the potential threat she posed and found out about MDC. He does it because he liked her talent and it would look great to have Wayne Enterprise on her resume. Also the best dirt on Damian.

Marinette told him that she would think about it and he gave her a card.

Damian wrote the apology letter, very embarrassed by the entire trial. His pride wouldn't recover for a while and he took it out on Jason who knew about it the entire time and didn't tried to stop and clear up the misunderstanding.

The next day at school, Marinette went to Damian's seat and said, "Good morning, Human Damian."

"Why are you calling me like that?"

"I am sorry. I thought you would appreciate the clarification of which Damian I am referring to. I wouldn't want to end up in court again after being branded as a delusional fangirl of yours because I was just talking about my adorable Dami. I meant to say My adorable dog, Dami. Human Damian."

For the next few months, everyone keeps referring to Damian as Human Damian.

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #platonic! jasonette #could be read as pre-daminette #enemies to lovers #I really should watch legal drama or read up on court proceedings #Alfred in 'has the same name as a pet' club: *sips tea* welcome to the club Master Human Damian. #this can apply to the suits #Human Robin do you copy #Meanwhile Marinette be going around Gotham with Damian in the side car to get him a cute new outfit #Damian the Dog i mean #I had fun writing this

[inusmasha]

In a secluded mountain village run by a society of mysterious women, Kagome, a young initiate, embarks on a transformative journey under the mentorship of their highly esteemed miko, Kikyo.

💎 Chapter 1 : “Prologue -A Dark Fairytale”

🐦‍⬛ Chapter 2 : “Before the Beginning”

Amidst the vast and verdant earth that stretched far beyond the gentle curve of the horizon, a stately gray mansion stood in stark contrast. Its solid structure overlooked endless rows of bushes, neatly arranged on sun-kissed slopes, creating a sanctuary for the tea that would soon grow. These tea bushes were famously known throughout the country to be much beloved by the emperor’s wife, which was a source of immense pride. And wealth.  ➴ Continue ➴

#mountain miko au #inuyasha #inuyasha au #inukag #kagome and kikyo #miko #midoriko #kagome higurashi #my fic #I had fun writing this #work has been really stressful #writting def helped #i feel like my battery has been recharged #ill wrap up midoriko in the next chapter then move on to KA-GO-ME

[minhosimthings]

Skz when you reveal to them that you used to be a stripper/pole dancer

Synopsis: Just some headcanons about boyfriend Skz. Reader is female

Warnings: Smut, fluff, suggestive. Seungmin's is comfort. Im sorry Changbin and Innie's are so short!

A/N: guys I'm telling you writing this was therapy. Im gonna try to do more headcanons because I like writing these a but more than I like writing actual fics! Anyway please enjoy this! And feel free to give feedback!

Bang Christopher Chan

He'd be ok with it. Like so chill. But I have a tingling that he'd remember it sometimes, and ask you about it, whenever he needs to release his frustration.

The front door slammed roughly against its edges, as your boyfriend Chan, walked in throwing his bag to the floor roughly. His gaze avoided yours, as he slumped down on your red couch and held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples slowly. It was definitely one of those days, when every melody in Chan's insomniac mind, seemed like boring mathematical figures instead of pretty flowing colours on a water filled palette. "Rough day baby?" You asked him, silently putting his dinner down on the table. He sighed quietly and started eating his dinner. Oh that's how he wanted to play is it? The silent treatment. Not wanting to unload his emotions on you because he felt guilty later on. You knew enough about this habit of his to know exactly what to do when exactly what to do. You smiled sweetly at him and disappeared into your shared bedroom.

Oh fuck did he mess up? Chan's thoughts were spinning through his head like an electron. Shit he should have talked to you. Chan got up and put his plate in the sink and grabbed two cupcakes from the fridge, which you both had made the day before (correction: felix made them you guys decorated them). "Babygirl? Where are you?" Chan got into the dark void which was your bedroom. Searching for the lights, Chan switched on the red party light you had in the bedroom. "Hey Channie." Chan's jaw dropped to the ground. There you were, wearing your old stripper uniform, Red devil horns and all, looking like the most expensive thing in the room. If Chan was an angel, he would definitely fall from heaven, just to be with your devilish form. "Baby, w-whats this?" Chan came forward as you grabbed his collar and shoved him into the bed. "Shh baby. Just enjoy it." You whispered in his ear, as you started your old dancing routine, while Chan watched on, silently asking the universe, why it hadn't shown you to him earlier.

Lee Minho

Dude. He'd be so fucking ecstatic that it's kinda scary. As a dancer himself, he would like the idea of having a partner who can dance as well as him (and maybe even better.) He would inculcate your steps in some of his dances and sometimes both of you would silently fuck in the studio.

"Jagiya I don't know what to add here." Minho was nudging your shoulder, while both of you stood in his personal dance room. The guys had left you all alone, since he had been stuck there since the morning, trying to figure out a choreo to the new slut anthem that 3Racha had made for DanceRacha (yes I am still not over taste). While Felix and Hyunjin had tried to help, they knew that the only person who could get Minho out of this dancer's block was you. You watched Minho's dance over and over again, trying to think of something good to add to it. "Min, how about you take a break baby? You're really tired and we all know your PaboRacha brain can't work on just water and orange juice. How about you eat some of the pudding I brought?" Minho looked at you with a pout, as you looked at him sternly. The pout wasn't going to work when you wanted your boyfriend to feel better and he didn't want to feel better. "Jagiya-" Minho began to whine as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in what was the best prison in the world. "How about we dance together for a bit hmm? Just a little duet?" "If I do this, will you eat and rest?" Minho was quick to nod his head, as you sighed and took off your jacket to reveal the lacy black bra you had on underneath. "I was going to surprise you with this when we get home. But since you wanted to dance, let's dance baby." Minho's entire world stopped. That was the bra he had gifted you, when you first told him you used to work in a gentlemen's club as a dancer. The slow, sensual music started as Minho slowly touched your waist and both of you moved your hips in syncronicity, the cotton of his shirt grinding against the lace of your bra. One step forward, then another to the side and then one lowering down to Minho's legs as he looked on, mesmerised. "God you're so fucking hot kitten. You never let any of them touch you at the club right?" You let out a hum in response to Minho's question as you noticed the bulge in his black trousers, which you began to unzip. "Good" he growled in your ear, as he nibbled it with his bunny teeth, "they shouldn't touch what's mine."

Seo Changbin

Oh my god, he would immediately question you about it so much. Like baby would be so curious about it. He'd buy you so much shit at Victoria's Secret or something, that you'd question why you ever told him about your old job.

"Baby baby that one!" Yet again, your boyfriend Changbin had rushed towards a shelf, while you stood in the huge (and expensive) Victoria's Secret store. Changbin had taken you here immediately after you told him you used to be a stripper and showed him your old costume. "Baby will this fit you?" He held up a lacy blue bodysuit, entwined with fake jewels. "Binnie, baby this is expensive." You looked at the price tag nervously. Changbin rolled his eyes and called the store worker. He handed her a card from his wallet, while saying "Whatever we buy goes on the black card." Rolling your eyes, you went over to the swimsuits, hoping to see something that you can surprise your boyfriend with.

Hwang Hyunjin

Two words. His muse.

"Jinnie how much longer?" You whined as you shifted a bit on the wooden stool, while Hyunjin sat in front of you, blue stained paintbrush in hand, star shaped eyes focused on the canvas in front of him. "Just a minute more, my muse. And could you move your hand to the left please?" He had been begging for you to let him paint you ever since he found your lingerie and you had to tell him about what you used to do before you became an architect. Of course you had said yes to him, after a week of begging and him trying to bribe you with food (spoiler alert: it worked). You donned your most favourite costume, a baby pink one, which was fluffy and had detachable angel wings. Perfect for Hyunjin. Perfect for the artist who used soft colours to paint those who he loved. "Hwang Hyunjin if you're not done in five minutes, the blood flow to my hand is going to stop and I'm going to die." Hyunjin looked at you, amusement all over his perfectly carved face. "Using the government name are we my muse? And I'm done already I was just looking at those nice little tits bouncing around in that costume." A smirk spread on his face, as you raised an eyebrow and carefully got down from the stool, walking towards his canvas. God he had painted you so pretty, with blues and pinks outlining your figure, a green cutting in for shade and flowers adorning your body. "You know my muse, I am an ambassador for Versace. I can't wait to get you the most prettiest scarves, which you can wear and fuck yourself. Maybe I can join you afterwards after I'm finished with my painting of this amazing fucking body." You smirked at him, taking the paintbrush away from his hand, slowly sliding into his lap and kissing him full on the mouth. Oh there was about be a lot more than just paint in that studio tonight.

Han Jisung

Congratulations you have officially broken him. I mean he will be really shocked In the beginning and basically be like Changbin, asking questions and all, but then later on both of you basically forget about it, until it comes to help in his studio.

Ten am. That was the time Chan had called you and told you about the current condition of your boyfriend Han Jisung, the condition being overworking again. This was the fifth time this month that Chan had to call you to take your boyfriend home from writing tens of thousands of beautiful lyrics on paper and experimenting with the sounds on Chan's laptop. Sighing to yourself, you got up grabbed your keys and helmet, and zoomed off to the JYP building on your Harley.

"Jisungie baby?" You called out his name, slowly entering the studio, to see a messy haired boy, dressed in a black hoodie, head in his hands, headphones lying abandoned at the side. He turned slowly in his chair to face you, and your heart dropped when you saw the dark circles under his eyes. "I can't do this anymore Y/N. I feel like all the lyrics make no sense and- and I feel so fucking stupid." Being quick to cup his face in your hands, you softly wiped away the solitary tear on his face. "Baby Hey look at me look at me now please." Round quokka eyes looked at you as you slowly unzipped your leather jacket. "How about I give you a bit of inspiration hm? Will you come home then?" Jisung's brain had stopped working. There you were, all dolled up in a green suit with the sluttiest bra in this world, all for him. Slowly snaking an arm around your waist, and leaving wet kisses around your exposed collarbone, Jisung took you to the recording area, ready to record your moans, just for some inspiration.

Lee Felix Yongbok

Oh my god he would be so FLUSTERED. Like he'd have to hide in the bathroom in order to hide his burning face.

"Lixie you good in there?" Your boyfriend Felix was currently hiding in the kitchen of your apartment. You had finally told him about your old job when you were playing truth or dare (although mostly it was truth or truth) and his reaction was....adorable. His entire face had turned red as he stuttered and quickly went out of the room to the kitchen where you knew he was stress baking or more like shock baking. "Yeah! Im totally fine!" Yep he was baking, face still red, apron worn upside down, and icing on his nose and talking with an unusually high pitch. You walked up to and wiped the icing off of his nose. "Baby I can clearly notice the bulge in your pants you know that right?" You asked him to which he responded with a low mumble if the word 'sorry'. "It's alright baby. By the way, what do you think I show you my old gear?" Never before had you seen your boyfriend have this much fear and excitement filling his eyes. "Really?" You nodded to his question as he got out a tray of brownies from the oven and put them on the table, covering them with a cloth. You reached out for one but he slapped your hand. "The brownies can wait sunshine." His voice was sultry and low again as he wrapped his arms around your neck. "I wanna see that nice costume of yours."

Kim Seungmin

Bruh he would be so chill. Like zero reaction. Literally.

"Pup I- I need to tell you something and I want your full attention." You had finally gathered the courage to tell your boyfriend Seungmin about your old job at the gentlemen's club when you were in college. He would eventually find the devil tails and high red heels which had the words 'for the eyes only' on them. Kim Seungmin was a Rubik's cube. You couldn't ever predict what he was going to do or what he was going to feel. So naturally your ass was a nervous Trainwreck when you decided to finally tell him. "What is it bub? Is it about the burnt toast I left on the terrace? Cause I told you the crows just like the toast extra crisp." Seungmin told you, putting down his book and adjusting his sage sweater, and allowing his arms to wrap around your body, which was currently draped in his hoodie. "No sweetie it's not that. It's something more serious and- and if you don't like what I'm about to say, it's ok if you break up with me." Seungmin frowned a bit and nudged his head in your neck, making you smile. "I- I used to be a stripper at the local gentlemen's club when I was eighteen to pay my bills. I don't do it anymore but I thought you should know since my old gear is still lying around somewhere in this mess of an apartment. And- and maybe if you found it one day, I thought maybe you- you'll leave me or- or You don't know what caused tears to come out of your eyes but they did and they weren't stopping. "Bubba shh. Hey look at me. Look at me it's alright." Seungmin shushed you as he put your head on his chest, stroking your hair as you calmed down, hearing his heartbeat. "Bub I really wouldn't care if you were a goddamn homeless person before. You're successful now aren't you? And all those things you did to reach here? Im proud of those bub. So please don't cry. It's breaking my heart." You sniffled a bit and looked up at your caramel haired boyfriend to give him a kiss, and wrap yourself more tightly in his arms, feeling safe and content. "So can I see that gear maybe?" "Kim Seungmin!"

Yang Jeongin

Dude I really don't know. This man would be a combination of all the members. You tell him about this and he'll go through every human emotion to ever exist.

"Innie? Innie." Jeongin just sat there frozen on the couch, not chewing the chips which were trapped in his mouth. "Oh my god Jeongin! Yah!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Wh-What yeah I'm here. Im Jeongin yes and you're y/n, my girlfriend whom I love, and also who I want to see in her costume right now." His confused face turned into a smirk, as he stopped with his rambling. "I'll show you soon baby. Do you wanna, uh, swallow the chips in your mouth now." You asked him as he quickly swallowed the chips and contorted his face into a pout. "I wanna see it now!" He whined. You sighed and got up to get, your boyfriend tailing you like a lost puppy. Yep. Definetly the maknae on top.

#skz #stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #lee know #seo Changbin #hwang hyunjin #han #han jisung #felix #lee yongbok #kim Seungmin #yang jeongin #skz headcanons #skz reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #i had fun writing this #its been in my wips for a lot of time #bye bye now #i hope you have a great day ahead

[sexy-sea-basss]

Fireflies

for @swissndewdrop because i love youuuu, and you love Swisstom. Please enjoy a cute Swisstom picnic date!

triggers or warnings: kissing? wee bit of anxious Phant?

A/N: Unedited, if you see a mistake, no you didn’t.

It was a perfect day, the birds were chirping, the sun was out, a light breeze cooling the heat from the sun. Phantom was washing dishes used for lunch when Swiss walks up and leans on the counter, “what are you doing later quint?”

“I was gonna listen to a podcast Lus recommended. why? what’s up?” Phantom responded a little too eagerly.

“I’m taking you out later. Dress cute” and with that, Swiss walked away leaving Phantom with more questions than answers. Where were they going? How cute? Ah! so many questions!

After dishes, Phantom ran to his room to find a cute outfit for whatever Swiss had planned. After destroying his closet, he found the perfect outfit.

He heard a gentle knock on his door,, “ready?” he heard Swiss say. “Yes! Is this okay?” Phantom asks. Swiss walks up to him, cups his face and slowly kisses him, “absolutely perfect. Now c’mon, we’re gonna miss it if we don’t hurry”

miss what? Phantom wondered

Hand in hand, Swiss lead Phantom through the abbey grounds to a clearing in the woods on top of a hill with the perfect view of the beach and the sun. There lay a picnic blanket with a basket, flowers, a bottle of something (Phantom couldn’t tell), along with cups and plates. “Swiss, what is this?”

“I figured I’d take you on a cute date.” “But why?” Swiss shushed him with quick kiss, “Shh, cmon, let’s eat.”

They sit on the picnic blanket, and Swiss pulls out PB&J sandwiches, fruits, desserts, and poured sparkling apple juice into his cup.

“Honey, you brought my favorite foods” “Of course! I did!” They eat and enjoy each other’s company, laughing and talking about whatever came to mind.

Out of nowhere, Swiss pulls out a disposable camera, and starts snapping pictures of Phantom eating, or staring off into the slowly setting sun.

“Stop it, you goof” “Nope, you looks absolutely adorable and I want to take pictures”

“Give me the camera!” “Nooo! Never!”

They start to lightly fight over the camera, and Phantom grabs a little bit of cake and smushes it all over Swiss mouth. In surprise, Swiss lets go of the camera and Phantom takes the opportunity to snap a picture of Swiss’ caked face.

Both are laughing and having a delightful time. Swiss grabs phantom from the back of his neck and bring him into a kiss. Now they’re both covered in cake. Camera still in hand, Phantom snaps a picture of them kissing.

“Shhhh, the shows about to start, little quint”

“what sh-” a hand covers his mouth.

Swiss sits up and puts Phantom in between his legs. They watch the sunset and when a few moments after sunset, the fireflies start blinking around them.

Phantom’s never seen fireflies, so he’s just staring in awe. He holds out his hands, and a few land on his hand. He stands and walks through them, Swiss snapping a few more pictures to add to his scrapbook. He looks at Phantom with love and admiration. How can someone so wonderful and pure love him so much, Swiss thinks. Phantom deserves the world and more. Swiss looks up to see Phantom chasing a few fireflies like a cat. He just laughs and snaps another picture.

After a while, the fireflies dissipate, and they pack up. Swinging their hands together, they walk back to the abbey and finish the night falling asleep in Phantom’s room surrounded by a mountain of plushies.

I love you

I love you, too

#luci writes #for Ash #i love you #you love swisstom #it’s cute! #they’re cute! #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swisstom #I HAD FUN WRITING THIS #i hope it makes sense

[vampiricmycelium]

My @mcyt-valentines gift for @ommmmara!! I was so excited to see that you wanted some Scarian because I had such a cute idea. So here is Grian trying to win an archery competition to win a date with the city's hottest hero, Hotguy. I hope you enjoy it!!

#mcyt valentines #hermitshipping #scarian #I had fun writing this #I hope you have fun reading it

[shhh-secret-time]

We're back with another Soulmate AU request AND another request from AO3, they're so rare these days! I wanted to do something special for Craig, I kind of feel like he'd be a fuck destiny kinda guy. Anyway y'all know the drill.

Warning: Hot Pokemon takes, Strong-Language, Clyde being a dork again

Pairing: Craig x GN!Reader

Crack

"Hm.."

Snap

"Dude. Stop."

Pop

"Dude! Stop!"

Clyde's voice pulls Craig's gaze over, the bored expression on his face would normally make anyone flinch back but Clyde's used to the look. Years of friendship with the stoic man will desensitize anyone to that kind of look. Craig swears it's just because Clyde's an idiot, no one else in South Park takes that kind of tone with him.

"You sound like a glow-stick over there! I swear you've already popped all those fingers a minute ago, are you on your knuckles now or something?" Clyde puts his DS down on his lap with a grumble.

He's slouched so far down on Craig's couch it looks like he's melting into it, the lower half of his body is barely on the couch at all. He's all but holding himself up with his legs while his back rests on the firm cushions beneath him. He looked like a slinky being tossed down the stairs, but if it got stuck going down a step.

"You're in my house." Craig responded so matter of fact.

Then he finished cracking the hand he was in the middle of working on. He presses his thumb against each finger on his hand. Once each little finger makes that satisfying sound, he wraps his hand around the other and squeezes. His thumb and index finger settle just below the knuckles, feeling the muscles and bone shift under his grip a shiver runs down his spine.

"Gaaaaaah! That doesn't hurt you? You're gonna fuck up your hands man." Clyde physically squirms at the sound, twisting and rolling back and forth as if he's trying to escape the sound.

"No. I like it." Craig picks his DS up from his lap and continues playing on the little handheld device.

"Alright but when you have old grandpa hands at the age of twenty-five don't come crying to me. Spongebob broken finger head-ass." Clyde smirks, returning to the game with his friend.

Craig side eyes him, shooting a small glare his direction but it goes unnoticed. Once again, Clyde is lucky he's one of his best friends. Being stupid makes you brave apparently.

The two fall into a comfortable silence, the music from Clyde's DS playing loudly while Craig's is shut off. The sound of both games going on at once drove Craig mad. If the music didn't line up it felt like someone jabbing him in the head. So, he settled for listening to Clyde's, he knew the brown-haired man liked the Pokemon sound track anyway. A small tradition they started in middle school that's held up. Playing Pokemon next to each other on the weekends, if one got Green the other got Red. If one got Sapphire, the other got Ruby. Right now, Craig has Diamond, and he has Pearl.

Craig was no means a perfectionist, but something about the incomplete Pokedex drove him mad. He hated looking at the black silhouette of a Pokemon uncaught, the taunting ??? made him want to spike the thing into the ground. They would spend hours next to one another talking about their teams, racing to see who could beat the Elite Four before the other, making fun of each other's favorite Pokemon. Craig long since beat the game and was just waiting on Clyde to catch up, he was still waiting on Clyde to catch his Slowpoke like he promised him forever ago.

Clyde was a Slowpoke.

He chuckles at the thought making Clyde look up at him with his brow raised but he chooses not to say anything. After a while Craig closes his DS and chooses to watch Clyde walk around the tall grass.

"You're using the Scyther I traded you?" he asks, resting his cheek on top of Clyde's head. Holding himself up right now sounded exhausting, Clyde made the perfect head rest. Even if he wasn't slumped down on the couch, their height difference allowed for it. To be fair Craig's height difference allowed him to do this to just about anyone. The only person he couldn't comfortably do this too would be Broflovski.

"Yeah! He’s my favorite! He's a handsome devil, reminds me of myself!" Clyde tucks his chin in between his index finger and his thumb, the smug smirk on his lips makes his face look stupid.

"Do you wanna evolve him? You can trade him over and we can turn him into a Scizor."

"Nah, then I'll lose all the affection I've been building him with! Look I've got two little hearts by his head! He loves me man!"

"You can build it back."

"Maybe you can toss away your Pokemon’s affection, but not me Tucker! He doesn't need to change! He's perfect the way he is!" Clyde exclaims as he throws his hand in the air.

Craig's about to respond but stops when Clyde encounters another Pokemon, a Pachirisu nothing out of the normal. But what was out of the normal was the stripe on its tail wasn't the typical baby blue, it was a bright pink. Craig's eyes widen as the sparkles swirl around the little animated creature.

And typical Clyde just button mashes through the whole thing, he's not paying attention to the DS, going on about his love for his Scyther. His thumb moves over the attack button and Craig wants to grab his hand to stop him. But once again he's not fast enough, and the low leveled thing is easily defeated by his level sixty something Pokemon.

"Um dude...you know I love hugs and all, but I thought you hated them?" Clyde's voice is muffled under Craig. Craig has him pinned under him against the couch, chest pressed into his side, arm outstretched to grab the DS.

"Dude! That was a shiny! You could have caught that!" Craig's exclaims shaking the man under him.

"What?! Oh man! I didn't know!"

"How the fuck didn't you know?! It sparkled! It's fucking pink!"

"Uh...was it?"

"What?" Craig stops shaking him at that, tightened fists around his collar loosen only slightly.

"I didn't know, you know I'm color-blind right?" Clyde takes the opportunity to sit up, he chuckles at Craig's expression.

Although rare, it's not unheard of. Craig isn't a robot, or a man born without emotions, he just has a hard time expressing them sometimes. Clyde knows that, but it's still funny every time he sees that crack in Craig's usual stoic nature. Even more so that it was over a stupid video game and Clyde's inability to see color.

So instead of responding to him Craig shakes his head and furrows his brows, confusion written clear on his face.

"Yeah man," Clyde takes a breath in between cackling. "I'm completely color blind, lost it when we were in high school. It's my soulmate thing. I see in black and white now." He waves his hand over his face with a dorky grin.

He doesn't respond at first, taking a moment to take in what his best friend was saying. "I just thought you dressed like that on purpose."

"Come on dude! Would it kill you to say something nice to me?! Just oNCE!?" Clyde smacks him with the cushion tucked behind him which Craig uses to beat him back.

After a brutal beat down using a couch cushion, Craig pulls back the weapon and looks down at the defeated pile of Donovan further pressed into his couch. He sits back with his leg pulled up towards his chest, arm thrown lazily across his knee.

"So, you can't see color because you haven't met your soulmate? That sounds rough."

"Yeah, it kinda sucks, it's gonna sound gay but I miss seeing things like the sunset and movies are kinda lame now. I still wear this jacket because at least I know it's red." Clyde collects himself and tries to fix his hair that's been flattened down.

"Hm." A low grunt and Craigs on his feet.

To anyone else it would be the end of the conversation, it would be their que to move on and talk about something else. But Clyde isn't just anyone. He's the guy who's been with Craig since they were kids, he knows that grunt. That shift in body language. Craig's uncomfortable but wants to say something.

"Come on Tucker Bear don't be like that, tell me what's going on." The nickname earns him a glare, but it stops the black haired man from going to the kitchen. He grins at him in return, telling Craig that he's getting what he wants.

"What have I told you about calling me that?"

"That you love it so much and you're so grateful that your best friend would give you the best nickname ever." The sentence is almost cut short from the way he scrambles back away from Craig, holding his hands up defensively. His voice is cracking from the way he tries to keep the giggle out of it.

Craig stops and sighs, his hands come up to the strings on the side of his hat. The frayed yellow rope splitting at the ends from how often he twists it between his fingertips. He does it when he needs to collect his thoughts, figure out a way to put them into words.

".... you didn't tell me you got your Soulmate thing." It finally comes out in a soft tone.

"Are you upset because I didn't tell you? I'm sorry man." Clyde's silly demeanor drops, quickly shifting to one that matches his friend’s tone. He stands up and follows him into the kitchen.

"No. I just..." A pause and he opens the fridge door. Scanning the inside for something to drink, his mouth is incredibly dry right now. "...didn't know. I thought you were like me."

"Like you?"

"Like...born without a mark or whatever."

"Oh."

That's all he can say, all that comes out of his mouth. Craig snaps the can of soda open and takes a sip and it feels like a rock settling in his stomach. His lips press together tasting the sugary drink on his lips. The rock in his stomach lurches up when he sees Clyde's eyes well up with tears, little beads of water spilling from his lids. For the second time that day, he makes Craig's eyes widen.

"Are you crying?"

He quickly goes to wipe the tears away from his brown eyes, the little orbs always looked like a baby cow's. Using the sleeves on his jacket, he sniffles and looks up at him. "It's just- you don't have a soulmate!"

"Yeah, I know."

"That's so sad dude!"

"I guess."

He sobs again, the tears spill faster and harder down his face. Craig sighs and gives into the over dramatic man an awkward pat on the back. The rest of the day was spent calming Clyde down and reassuring him that he wasn't actually angry at him for killing the shiny. They watch a few episodes of Red Racer where Craig describes the colors for him until he got tired of it.

All through the day the conversation gnawed at the back of his head. It followed him to bed and kept him from sleeping. Clyde refused to go home so he spent the night on the floor next to him. Didn't want to sleep on the couch but didn't want to sleep in the bed with him. Wanted to be near but not close enough to make Craig want to peel his skin off. He appreciated the idiot.

But it was that idiots fault he was thinking so hard on this. Why was he born without a soul-mate tic, or thing or whatever the fuck it was called. Were there others like him or was Craig Tucker really that just unlucky? Why did he care so much, he made it this far in life by himself. So why was it just now starting to eat at him?

With a huff he turned and rolled over towards the window next to his bed, staring up at the night sky. The moon was half full today, and it was cloudy out so he could barely see the stars. He was a grown man majoring in Astronomy, he didn't need a stupid mark to tell him where to go and who to be with. He could still see color fine. No flowers were blooming out of his face making his allergies act up.

No, it was just him. Just him and whatever was out there waiting for him. Right now, he really wanted it to be sleep.

Eventually he gave in to the tired behind his eyes, lids so heavy he couldn’t keep them open anymore but burned when he finally closed them. Clyde was gone the next morning when he finally woke up, he left him a text saying he was going to pick his sister up and do something with her.

It didn't matter he had class to get to anyway, the semester was in full swing, and he didn't have time to fall behind. As he gets ready, pulling his blue hat over his head and the matching NASA jacket over his shoulders, he peers down at his DS left on the side table. He picks it up and tucks it into the pockets of the jacket, in between classes he could wait in the lounge and play on it a little more. There wasn't much left to do but he could always grind his team to a hundred.

Once he feels ready, he steps out of his house and starts the walk to the bus stop. Ever since he moved out of his parents the walk to the college campus took a little longer than normal, so it was easier to just ride the bus there. He sticks his headphones in and settles in the worn-out seats of the dirty looking white bus. Somehow cleaner than the yellow ones from when he was still a teenager, but not by much. The music from his DS playing in his ears drowns out the sounds of people mumbling to themselves and whatever other weird thing South Park could throw at him.

It also drowns out your footsteps. Drowns out your question if the seat next to him was taken. So, it isn't until he feels you sitting next to him that he notices you're there. He side-eyes you for a moment, which you return with a little nod. A part of him is relieved when you don't immediately try to make small talk with him. Instead, you offer him a little smile and go back to the book in your hand. His eyes green eyes travel down to peek at what it is you're reading, and he's surprised when instead of a textbook he sees a comic.

Guardians of the Galaxy

From the angle you were holding it, he couldn't tell exactly what issue you were on, but the cover looked good. He cocks his head to the side a little to get a better look. Feeling his eyes on you, you look up at him and raise a brow. It takes a second, but you piece together what he's trying to do so you close the comic and show it off to him.

You're on an issue he's already read through. He removes the headphones from his ear.

"I didn't think anyone else read the Guardians series." Craig says, it's out of pocket for him to be the first to initiate but the thought of meeting someone who's a fan like him is actually exciting. It's enough to pull him out of his little mental funk.

"Yeah! I just started collecting these issues last week! Have you read this series?" You say with a smile that’s a little too bright for him.

He nods again at you, and that's where the conversation should have ended. You go back to your reading, and he goes back to his game. But it doesn't, you lean over and catch a glimpse at what he's playing. He watches the recognition sparkle up in your eyes.

"Oh, which one is that? Gen five, right?"

"Yeah. It's Diamond."

"Oh! Cool! I've got Platinum! I gotta default to the third one because I don't have friends who play the game!" You laugh at your own joke, eyes going from the DS to his.

Craig stares down at you for a while. He sets the DS in his lap and pushes the palm of his hand against his fingers. Hands popping and snapping again, the little tic making him relax. You don't comment like Clyde does, but you are still talking.

"Gen five has to be my favorite in the series! I just couldn't get into Black and White!" That makes him stop and look at you like you're crazy.

"That's the best one in the series though."

"That's what everyone tells me, but I hated the starters!"

Time slips past him, the way you pull him into the conversation so naturally. It isn't until the bus pulls up to the campus that he realizes he's been talking to you the entire time. You perk up when the bus lets out a sigh and a hiss, telling its passengers that they've reached their destination.

"Oh, this is my stop! Hey, it was awesome talking with you!" You grin and stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

You give him a little finger salute and take off, you're so quick to scurry away he doesn't have time to tell you that this is his stop too. Of course he's never noticed you around campus before, Craig was never one to waste his energy on things that didn't require it. He had his select group of friends and was happy with that, but now here you were wedging your way into his mind. As he stands up to get off the bus, lazily throwing the headphones over his neck, it dawns on him that he didn't even catch your name.

Oh well, so much for that. Maybe he'd see you around.

The universe must have answered that for him because the next morning he sees you on the bus again. He watches as you push past the isle of seats and plop down next to him with another book in your hand. A different issue, a different conversation. There are days where you sit in silence doing your own thing. Then there are days where you talk his ear off and he just sits and listens, occasionally throwing in his thoughts on whatever you're talking about.

But he listens. That was new, normally he just tends to zone out if he doesn't care. Somehow you find a way to make him care, a way to make him invested in the conversation. He even goes out of his way to learn your name and what you're studying.

"Ah it's just general studies right now, a little bit of everything until I figure out what I wanna do. I wasn't even planning on going to college, it just kinda happened." You tell him leaning back in your seat.

"What, so you just woke up one day and decided that was it?" Craig scoffs a bit at the idea but the amused glint in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Heh. Well Mr. Space-boy not all of us know what we wanna do with life from the womb." You snicker at his reaction, tallying another eyeroll in your head.

"It's Space-Man. I'm Space-Man Craig." He corrects you before moving on, so you don't comment on the little pink hue on his face. "I get that but how do you go from I'm not going to college, to just doing it?"

You smile, it's different than the dorky one you usually shoot at him or the one when you tell a bad joke. It almost seems sad. He can't put his finger on it, but he doesn't need to wait long for you to roll up your sleeve. On your wrist is a font that looks almost like an alarm clock, the block black ink reads "0:00".

"Had this guy I was with. Was with him for six years, we were high-school sweethearts, prom date, whole nine yards. They were my soulmate, the little counter on my wrist told me that much." You take a deep breath, and he watches the way your fingers move across the skin.

He pops his fingers again, pushing them against each other.

"Well, about a year ago I realized...I kinda hated it? Hated the fact this stupid mark on my body got to dictate who I fell in love with? I mean we didn't even have anything in common, and while we never really argued we just had a different outlook on life. I think a part of me still loves him, but...I can't really love him in the way this thing wants me to." You emphasize that you're talking about the marking on your skin by holding it up.

Little rays of sunlight brush across your skin and Craig can't help but follow it. You had a soulmate, of course you did. He feels that rock in his stomach again, weighing heavier than it did last time. The week he got where he wasn't thinking about this whole thing was nice, but now that he's reminded his body tenses back up.

He cracks his fingers again, squeezing the side of the palm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trauma dump on you." He raises a brow at you silently asking you what you mean by that. "Call it a sixth sense, or the fact that you pop your fingers and do that little Hm when you're thinking about something. So, I figured you were annoyed by the random dump."

You were more attentive than he would have given you credit for. He hasn't known you that long and you're already picking up on things that took Clyde years to. Then again, Clyde and attentive don't really go hand in hand.

"No, it's not you. It's the..." He rolls his wrist a few times trying to find the words, fingers eventually find purchase on the strings of his hat dangling by his face. "Soul-mate thing. I don't have one."

"Ah yeah, I can see how that's a weird topic for you then! But hey that's kind of cool!" You beam up at him, the sunlight slips off your wrists and onto your lips.

Wait, what?

"You get to pick who you wanna love, that's awesome. That means the connection goes deeper! You gotta build something with someone, nothing telling you to just jump straight into a relationship! No pressure, just you and the other person!" Your eyes are like little stars as you speak. A tiny galaxy that he can't seem to pull himself out of.

Wait, what?

Like clockwork, the bus stops and you go to get up. Except this time Craig is fast enough, he takes your hand. His fingers slip into your palm and stop you from moving. Your finger salute falls back to your side. He just looks at you for a while, the only thing he can hear right now is the collection of people getting off the bus and his own heartbeat drumming in his chest.

"If you're not getting off, I need you to sit down please!" The bus driver makes you flinch and sit back down next to Craig.

"Sorry sir!" You call back.

When you look back at him with a confused look, he freezes again. His mouth hangs open for a second, only to close. He almost looks like a fish out of water from the way he's trying to collect his thoughts. Craig expects you to get back up and tell him goodbye. To run off the bus and never speak to him again.

Instead, you sit there, patiently waiting for him to collect himself. You wait there even when the door to the bus shuts and the engine kicks back on. You look at him with wonder and he has to avert his gaze from you. Pulling his hat over his eyes for a moment because he realizes he's still holding your hand and the heat coming up to his face is too much.

"I... I’m sorry. I just wanted to-" What did he want? His mind was drawing a blank, he was floating and the only teather was your hand in his.

He knew he wanted to keep holding your hand. He knows your touch doesn't bother him like it should. He wants to steal a few more moments with you because these bus rides aren't enough time. Something he's never felt before.

"You're good. Take your time." You can't know what that means to him to hear you say that. To not pull your hand away and call him a freak for just grabbing you like that. Instead, you turn your palm over and give his hand a squeeze back.

"I want to...do that." He says it. With his eyes covered so he's not blinded by that smile on your face. He can hear it in your voice, the way you chuckle.

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm trying to say."

"Maybe. You better say it just so I can be sure." You're teasing him now, leaning forward so you can get a peek at his blushing face.

Craig huffs again, frustration building up in his chest. He moves the hat from his face and stares you down like a showdown. His brows knitted together with newfound determination.

"I want to build a connection past this." There. It's out. Out in the open, out in the space between the both of you. Confession falls from his mouth in that monotone voice he's so famous for.

"Hell yeah. I'd like that Space-Man Craig." You laugh and it sounds so sweet.

He smiles down at you, and it feels like a gift. It's the first time you've seen him look at you like that. You make a silent promise to yourself that it will not be the last time you see it.

"So, any idea where the bus is going now?"

"No idea. Wanna get off at the next stop and walk to campus?"

"Nope! You stopped me from going to class so now you're taking me out. I want food!"

Craig scoffs at you and takes the headphones off his neck, he offers you the other bud. He sticks the one in his ear and pulls out his phone. His fingers slide across the screen going for the music app. He hands you the phone and gestures for you to pick something.

You excitedly take him up on the offer, sticking the bud in your ear. You begin going on about whatever album you’ve been listening to, and the whole ride he sits and listens to you. Nodding along so you know he’s listening, not that he really has to. You can tell from the way he looks at you that you have his undivided attention.

So wrapped up in the music and your voice he doesn’t even notice the font on your wrist change. It’s not that boring clock anymore, it shifts and swirls around. A moving tattoo that eventually turns into a painting melting down your arm. The deep darkness of space with a little astronaut sitting on the moon, just watching the sun.

#south park #sp fanfiction #reader insert #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #x reader #requests fuel me!! #ao3 fanfic #AO3 request #I do for you Hallow Points #soulmate au #except Craig doesn't get one #Craig Tucker #Craig Tucker x reader #shhh its a secret #I had fun writing this #I love pokemon dude #it was bound to happen eventually #me throwing my love of the series in there #what pokemon team do you think Craig would have? #Or Clyde? #What team do you have? #I also love writing for clyde #he's such a dork #uhhh yeah! #Enjoy lovelies

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The pay gap/female choices debate

I was watching this Youtube video the other day, and it pissed me off, but the main point of it was that there were these two men discussing how the pay gap isn't real because it all comes down to women's choices, citing really crappy examples as evidence. They clearly thought they were "owning the libs" too. They did this with 0 contextual analysis on why women make the decisions they do.

The first example they used was the Uber driver 7% pay gap, and how it's completely explained by three factors: (a) that women tend to be less experienced, (b) that men tend to drive faster, and (c) men drive in more lucrative locations. (This paper is Cook et al 20 by the way if you want to fact check me).

And yes, when you put it that way and remove all context for women's decisions, it certainly looks like that sort of moment. But think critically for like two seconds here:

Those more lucrative locations? The paper directly states that it's due to men's willingness to "drive in areas with higher crime and more drinking establishments". Of course men are more willing to do this! Your average woman is significantly more scared of being sexually assaulted, murdered, etc than your average man. She's going to avoid high crime areas because she's already in a vulnerable position (letting strangers into her car).

The fact that women have less experience? The attrition rate for female Uber drivers is substantially higher- 76.5% of women leave after six months, as opposed to 65% of male Uber drivers. I did found an article explaining why women self-select out of being in Uber or Lyft in the first place from Forbes. Quote, "...the job still involves driving alone and picking up strangers, often at night- situations that many women feel are dangerous. In interviews with eight female on-demand drivers, FORBES found that they usually feel safe but sometimes have doubts after troubling experiences and holes in safety policies." The article goes on to describe the experience of a female Uber driver in Atlanta, whose male customer tried to assault her. The company didn't handle the incident appropriately, and she never drove for Uber again. I'm willing to bet that this is the case for other female drivers too. The other women they interviewed (even those who are presumably still driving) described multiple similar experiences.

So, if you were a female Uber driver, you would probably leave around the six-month mark too. And as a result of this high attrition rate, the average female Uber driver will have less experience as compared to men.

And you know what? These other "gotcha" responses about the pay gap can probably be explained by outside factors too. Even in totally automated systems like Uber, where it does come down to female choices, those choices aren't being made in a freaking vacuum. It isn't just "haha pink lady brain can't drive as well", it's women don't feel safe and therefore make less money.

There's other scenarios where this is true as well. Women aren't climbing the corporate ladder as quickly as men? What else is going on? The Harvard Business Review found that more than half of men expect their careers to take precedence in a marriage- so if his is being prioritized always, what's happening to hers? When children get sick, women are ten times more likely to stay home from work to care for them (Kaiser Family Foundation). What does she miss in that lost time? When female scientists write papers, they are less likely than men to describe their accomplishments as *outstanding* or *unprecedented*, with the end result that their papers are cited less often. But it's because when women are socialized to be caretakers and to perform without complaint, this is the end result (Professional Development at Harvard). Worse, women who don't do this, and ask for raises/bonuses/etc, are more likely to be penalized than men (same source).

Yes, women sometimes make "decisions" which negatively impact their careers, but take it altogether. What makes men expect precedence of their wives? Misogyny. What makes men expect that their wives, regardless of their careers, will always nurse their sick kid? Misogyny. What makes women and their employers view female accomplishments as less valuable? You know the answer.

PS: two last things. The first is that I'm not trying to reduce the value of traditional "women's work". It isn't bad that women are taking care of their sick children, it's bad that men aren't doing it in equal numbers.

Secondly, if you're curious, there's this amazing professor named Claudia Goldin who I stumbled across while googling for this. She basically believes that the issue isn't direct discrimination from employers, but that the labor market encourages women to work differently. (And she's like 1000% more nuanced and career-specific than anything I just wrote). I put a link to an article about her below:

#feminism #Uber #pay gap #decisions aren't made in a vacuum lol #I had fun writing this #so it's worth it even if nobody reads #Feminist #womens rights

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Adoption Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be - Chapter One

So, I did, in fact, write the first chapter of the fic idea I had, so uh. Here it is. It’s pretty short, only like 800 words, but I did actually plan out almost the whole fic, so hopefully there will be more! As a disclaimer, I haven’t actually watched Danny Phantom or any DC stuff, so all my information comes from fandoms.

TW for blood/experimentation/vivisection (?), not like super explicit (the blood is), but not really very hidden either. Lemme know if I missed anything.

It’s also on Ao3 now!

Next -- Masterpost

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Daniel Fenton was a very unlucky boy. That was an established fact. 

Focus on the facts, Danny, just the facts, not the blood.

First, he was born to a pair of lunatics and psychopaths. 

Facts. Facts. What facts does he know? He can’t think. He can’t breathe. Wait, stop. He is in his ghost form. That is a fact. He can’t breathe in his ghost form. Facts. 

Next, said lunatics created a machine. A terrible, terrible machine that crackled and buzzed and hummed and was a sickly green color that made Danny tremble. A terrible machine that crackled under his skin and burned. Danny could still feel the burning.

Arcturus is the brightest star in its constellation. Saturn has 124 moons. That is a fact. He knows, he counted. He thinks he sees the stars now, glimmering above his head. Stop. That can’t be right. That is not a fact. He is in a basement, bleeding, his skin buzzing. That is a fact.

And then, Danny was dead. Dead, deader than dead, and his friends, his wonderful friends, Sam and Tucker, were crying. And then he was alive. And dead. And alive again, switching so fast he felt like he was glitching, weaving in and out of existence, and it hurt. He ended up dangling, suspended with fragile strings between life and death. And beings came out of the machine. The portal, he knew.

His wrists ached. That was a fact. They were red and raw, nearly bleeding in places, and weeping small droplets in others. There was blood on the cuffs, a strange mixture of violent red and sickly green. And there was a scalpel. Many scalpels, in fact. As a fact. One on the table, one hanging on the wall, one each in his parent’s hands. One in him.

The beings didn’t like him. Neither did the humans, and he wasn’t one of the humans anymore, was he? No, he was something else. A halfa, that’s what they called it. The beings. Because he was a part of them, now, too, wasn’t he? And he hated it, hated it with all his might, hated the way he woke up stiff and cold and hated the way he couldn’t protect them all. The humans from the beings (and the beings were ghosts, he knew that now) and the beings from the humans. From the humans like his parents. 

No one was going to rescue him. That was a fact. Sam and Tucker didn’t know what had happened, and they didn’t like to come to his house anyway, there would be no stopping by and no realizations and no rescues. And Jazz, she was touring colleges for the weekend. She was getting the life she deserved. No one was coming. He was alone. That was a fact.

Sometimes, luck seems to change. Danny thought so. He was friends, now, with the ghosts. He understood them a bit better, and they understood him. They fought and laughed and Danny started to understand himself a bit too. He was stronger. He loved his sister, Jazz, and he loved his friends. He loved space and he loved being a hero, with all its hardships. But luck doesn’t change. Danny should have known that. 

He should have known. He should have known to be more careful, he should have known not to trust, not to hope, not to still love his parents - no, they weren’t his parents anymore - he should have known not to love the Fentons. 

His parents. His parents found out. They, the Fentons, the revolutionaries in ghost hunting, found out what he was. They saw him transform, right in front of their eyes. They didn’t hesitate. They didn’t listen to the begging or screaming or crying. They just watched, with the cold, analytical eyes of a scientist, looking at nothing more than an experiment. 

Jazz was here. Oh, thank the Ancients, Jazz was here! She would help. That was a fact. Facts, facts, facts. What were the facts? Think it through. Don’t think about scalpels, or the Fentons, or electricity, or the blood coating his chest and cascading down his side. Only think of Jazz. See, how she was freeing his wrists. How she was crying and holding him and whispering promises of protection and safety. He clung to those promises, weakly nodding and wanting nothing more than his sister. Now see, how she was carrying him, away from the blurring metal table and the hazy basement.  He was away. He was out. He was with Jazz, and she was safe, and she would help, because she loved him. Those were the facts. And with those facts in mind, he allowed his eyes to flutter shut, white rings like Saturn’s forming around his waist and leaving him a tearstained, bloodied, and very, very unlucky boy.

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So, that’s it for chapter one, constructive criticism would be appreciated! This is my first time really writing creatively, and while it is just for fun, I wanna get better. Thanks for reading!

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Next – Masterpost

#Dpxdc #dcxdp #tw blood #tw experimentation #tw vivisection #The start of that fic I had an idea for that one time #Danny Phantom #Jazz Fenton #My first fic! #Or writing creatively not for school! #I finished my exam today. So that was cool. #I had fun writing this #Please give me constructive criticism

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Heya! Can I request a fic with lee!bakugou and ler!shinsou, please? Your writing is so cute, and you characterize them so well!

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Detention

You certainly can!! I’ve never written lee Bakugou before but here it goes. Also, seeing requests and knowing you all enjoy my silly little fanfics makes me endlessly happy, words honestly can’t describe it, thank you guys so much 💛 and to add to that, for future requests, feel free to give a little scenario or prompt if you want anything a little more specific <3 but anyways!! On with the fic, enjoy!! 🌻

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Shinsou

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Shinsou and Bakugou sat in the empty classroom after school hours. The two had gotten detention. Bakugou for yelling at Shinsou for something and Shinsou for yelling back. They were left unoccupied at the moment.

“This is your fault.” Shinsou spoke dryly after a moment. He was met with silence from the blond sitting beside him. Shinsou glanced at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion as he caught Bakugo glaring at him before quickly facing forward.

Shinsou chuckled, turning in his seat, “What? Do you think I’m gonna do something with my spooky mind powers?” He asked sarcastically and yet, silence. Just a glare

“Wow.” Shinsou deadpanned, feigning offense of being offended. He stared as Bakugou continued to keep his mouth shut.

Shinsou was starting to get a little irritated, and perhaps that was Bakugou’s goal, but either way Shinsou wasn’t having it. “Seriously, I’m not gonna do anything, you asshole.” He spoke, reaching to jab Bakugou in the ribs.

The last thing he expected was the startled sound and Bakugou practically falling out of his seat. Well, not practically, he definitely, very gracefully, fell out of his seat and onto the tile floor, “What the hell!” Bakugou yelled, but Shinsou thought he saw the slightest hint of pink dusting his face.

Bakugou watched as the gears turned in Shinsou’s head and eventually realize what had happened. “Dude, theres no way.” Shinsou chuckled as he stood up from his seat, setting off a fight or flight response in Bakugou’s brain but he just sat there.

“Touch me and die.” Bakugou resorted to words, inwardly cursing himself for the small nervous shake in his voice. Shinsou was approaching ominously, a rare grin across his face.

“Why? Don’t tell me, is the winner of the sports festival, class 1A’s bad boy, really scared of a few tickles?” Shinsou teased with a small tilt of his head. The heat in Bakugou’s face increased.

“Seriously, try anything and I’ll blow you to the other side of the building.” Bakugou threatened as he tried to quickly stand up.

“I’ll take that chance.” Shinsou spoke before he lunged at Bakugou, both of them clumsily tumbling to the floor. Shinsou didn’t waste any time straddling Bakugou’s waist and effectively pinning him down before he dug into his sides.

“GAhah!” Bakugou barked out a laugh before trying to clamp down and fight back the rest of his laughter that was bubbling up now.

Shinsou was met with the slightly amusing sight of a grinning Bakugou as he tried to keep an angry expression. “How threatening. But see, I’m not gonna brainwash you so stop being weird.” He shrugged, moving his harsh tickling from Bakugou’s sides to higher up on his ribs and thats what got him to break.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHO, I’LL KIHIHILL YOU!” Bakugou threatened, but this was the least scary Shinsou had ever seen Bakugou.

His eyes were scrunched shut and he had an impossibly wide smile, he actually had dimples. He was laughing his head off for crying out loud. It was kind of adorable honestly. Was that the right word? Shinsou thought to himself, unaware he was creeping his hands into Bakugou’s underarms until he noticed the slightly frantic thrashing from the blond beneath him.

“Wow, you’re seriously pretty ticklish, huh?” Shinsou teased, grinning at the way Bakugou’s face turned a darker shade of pink. Tears were starting to prick at his eyes from how much he was laughing.

“STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOP IT!” Bakugou begged to Shinsou’s surprise. Especially since he hadn’t heard an actual word of protest the whole time. Was it pride? Did Bakugou like being tickled? Oh well, Shinsou could find out about that later.

“Promise to stop being an asshole and ignoring me?” Asked Shinsou, tickling a little harder, making Bakugou throw his head back.

“YEHEHEHEHES, OKAHAY! I PROMIHIHIHISE! JUHUST STOHOHAHAHAP!” Bakugou cackled, uselessly kicking his legs out behind Shinsou.

Shinsou hummed, satisfied to have won… whatever this was. “Will do~” he said and got off Bakugou and stopped tickling him as promised.

Shinsou was smirking down at him until he heard a loud “Ahem” that made him spin around quickly. Aizawa stood in the doorway, giving an annoyed but amused look to Shinsou. “Uh- heeeey.” Shinsou chuckled awkwardly as he turned around to help up a still quietly giggling Bakugou.

“You two have to stay here 20 more minutes then you can leave. Please do so quietly.” Aizawa scolded before sitting at his desk to finish grading some papers.

“Yeah, got it.” Shinsou nodded, slightly embarrassed. He helped Bakugou to his seat and sat beside him once again. Shinsou stared at his desk with a small blush on his face until Bakugou flicked a small ball of paper at him to get his attention.

“When we get out of here, you’re dead.” Bakugou whispered but there was a small smirk on his face that told Shinsou everything he needed to know about what was happening once they got out of detention.

#bnha tickles #sfw tickles #tickle fic #ler!shinsou #lee!bakugou #ticklish!bakugou #fic request #wow I wrote this really fast #i had fun writing this #I didn’t proofread srry

[ubejamjar]

This in response to @uldahstreetrat ‘s ‘what would be your wol/oc's perfect date?’ post. I wrote a whole thing and I didn’t want to just throw it under a reblog (I’ll still reblog the post, don’t you worry!)

Caution: This vignette is 100% indulgent, day-dreamy, wolmeric, marshmallow fluff. It’s so sweet it makes my teeth hurt.

[Original Post Here]

The Perfect Date

Aymeric and Ajisai would meet for tea and sweets at the café hidden in an alleyway. It’s a small building; its windows open up to the Sea of Clouds and it’s like being lost in the sky. It is perfect because the owner, Nata’li, knows of the Warrior of Light and the Lord Commander, but he has never seen their faces, so here, they are simply Aymeric and Ajisai.

They’ll sit at a little table by the window, a cracked blue cup filled with Halone Gerbera at its center. The flowers’ soft, white petals open wide to cheery, yellow centers that beam at them like old friends. Aymeric will tell her the story of how they came to be known as the ‘Fury’s favored flower’ as he pulls out a chair for her. He’ll laugh when she pulls out his chair with theatrical flair.

Nata'li will bring them a pot of tea; it’s a Far Eastern blend—a black tea, slightly smoky, with a citrusy edge. Ajisai likes it best with steamed milk and a bit of vanilla; Aymeric will add a few drops of birch syrup. They’ll take their tea with lavender shortbreads, sweet crumbs clinging to their fingers as they chat about nothing and everything all at once.

When their teacups are emptied and the shortbreads are long gone, they’ll linger as if ignoring time will preserve this dream in amber. They’ll trade little pieces of themselves in stories and laughter until Nata’li shoos them out.

“I open in the morning,” the Miqo'te will say with exasperated affection, “Go, be in love elsewhere and tomorrow I welcome you back, hm?”

But they won’t want the night to end, so they’ll stretch it out a bit longer, take the long way back to Ajisai’s little house. When they get there, she’ll open the door and ask if he’d like to come in for a moment, just to warm up before heading home. Aymeric will, because he always does, and they both know he’ll stay the night.

Ajisai’s home always smells of cinnamon sticks and evergreen, like a kitchen at Starlight. Books, notes, and sketches crowd every available surface, a trail of daydreams and research captured in charcoal and ink. They’ll both drink wine—too much wine.

Aymeric will carefully move her papers and books out of harm’s way. Then, he’ll ask her to dance, insistent even when she complains she doesn’t know how. When her eyes find his, gold lost in blue, he smiles, and she crumbles.

So they dance.

It’ll start with a simple waltz, a gentle, fairytale thing that sways to a song they feel rather than hear. It’ll end with the two of them holding each other close, spinning, and giggling until they’re too dizzy to keep going.

Then they’ll lay on the plush rug in her living room, fingers intertwined. Dreams will be traded between them like secrets—glimpses of a future they’re not sure belongs to them. It’s full of things like sleepy mornings wrapped in each other’s arms, handholding in the sunshine without fear of reproach, and the comfort of knowing their hearts’ home.

It’s so wonderful, so tangible they’ll start to think of how they could make it so. However, before either of them will find an idea, they’ll drift into spiced wine sleep, warm and content in a present that is already theirs.

#I hope you like it! #i had fun writing this #no gpose unfortunately because my pc has gone to the farm upstate #writingjar #Ajisai x Aymeric #ajisaijar #ffxiv fanfic #ffxiv fic #wolmeric #aymeric #ser aymeric #Aymeric de Borel #aymeric x wol

[cadsspark]

Your writing style is very nice, I enjoy it very much. Could you write something with Erron Black and Kabal? Some fluff, maybe some slowdancing. Thanks <3

Ahhh you're so kind anon! I'm glad you enjoy what I write ^_^!!

I'm not too familiar with their personalities and characters, so please forgive me if anything is inaccurate 🫶

[No tws to mention, Erron/Kabal, mlm fluff]

Slow dancing

Kabal chuckled, the low hum of the music blending with their shared moment. "Life's full of surprises, Erron. Just like this dance with you."

In the dimly lit room, the haunting melody of a quiet tune enveloped Kabal and Erron Black as they swayed in each other's arms. The soft glow of ambient light revealed the scars and masks that defined their hardened exteriors. Erron, with a subtle drawl in his Texan accent, whispered words of affection that cut through the silence.

"Never thought I'd find myself slow dancin' with a speed demon like you," Erron said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Kabal chuckled, the low hum of the music blending with their shared moment. "Life's full of surprises, Erron. Just like this dance with you."

As they continued to dance, the clinking of Kabal's respirator meshed with the rhythmic beat. Erron's fingers traced a gentle path along the edges of Kabal's mask, a silent acknowledgment of the scars beneath.

"You're a damn enigma, Kabal. But under all this, I reckon there's more to you than meets the eye," Erron whispered, his eyes locked onto Kabal's.

Kabal's grip tightened slightly, a rare vulnerability in the midst of combat-hardened warriors. "You're not so easy to read yourself, cowboy. But here we are, sharing a dance."

In the quiet room, their movements spoke volumes, transcending the battles that defined their existence. The music guided them, weaving a tapestry of connection between two souls who had faced the brutality of Outworld.

As the song reached its crescendo, Erron leaned in, his lips brushing against his partner's mask. "Life's short, Kabal. Might as well enjoy the dance while we can."

#oouuhhghh #They're actually so precious #i had fun writing this #mortal kombat #mk11 #mortal kombat 11 #mk kabal #mk erron black #erron black #kabal #erron x kabal #do they have a ship name? #kerron? #BLACKBAL #why is that so funny to me #blackballs💔 #oneshot #mlm #fluff #sfw #cadsspark writes

[a-yarn-of-purple-prose]

For the rarepair meme, I'm not entirely sure what actually qualifies in Genshin XD but Lyney/Nilou? I do kind of like the idea of two of our performers together....

I can see a very clear rivals to lovers thing, at least rivals from where Lyney's standing of course. Kinda like this (excuse the Lynette POV, that's how the scene showed up in my mind and she is very fun to write):

*

The Traveler couldn't stay for tea but she left Lynette a box of beautiful little honey cakes brought fresh from Sumeru. She was supposed to share with her siblings and she would do that, there were far too many for her alone anyway, but that didn't mean she couldn't hide away in her room with a pot of tea and enjoy some peace and quiet. And honey cakes, of course.

It was barely time enough for her to bite into one of the cakes before Lyney invaded her peaceful tea-time, giving his usual knock and entering before she even answered.

There was urgency in his voice as he said, “Dear sister I found out the reason behind the last few nights' shows lull in ticket sales.”

Even if Lynette was inclined to ask, she knew better than to do that. When Lyney has a plan you can see it in the very way he moves, and from the way he sauntered to the table and pulled the chair closest to her, this was a fun one. At least fun for him.

“We,” he said, eyes twinkling, “have a rival!”

Now, if she wanted him to say his piece and go away, she was forced to show attention. So she deposited her teacup on its saucer and tilted her head toward him, waiting.

“A Sumerian dancer, come here to perform for a half-season, and a famous one at that. It's all over the Steambird! We can't just lose tickets for all that time!”

Lynette blinked slowly at him, then refilled her teacup. “And your plan?”

“Who said I have a plan?”

She smiled and waited.

“I've been to her act. She's very good. Disciplined. Working elemental magic while dancing must be very tiring but the results are,” a brief, breathless pause, “stunning.” There was a little too much shine in his eyes as he said that. “As is her-- I mean, her movements. The way she dances, it's like the rest of the world stops existing, I can't help but wonder…”

As Lyney's eyes took a dreamy, faraway look, she knew it. It was a bad plan. The worst kind. She felt her right ear twitch, an old tell she usually keeps under control. That is how worried he made her.

Lyney noticed as well, he snapped back to attention, said, “That's when I knew I had to do something.”

“That plan. You shouldn't.”

“Beloved sister, I said nothing--”

The teacup clicked in its place on the saucer. “You want to distract her from work, maybe make her go away earlier. Don't. It'll backfire, you're too smitten. Remember what Father said about you and love schemes.”

The mention of Father had him straightening up, as usual, lifting his chin as if trying to stand a little taller, fill bigger shoes. Then he said, “Well, we'll see about that, won't we?”

And that was in the wrong tone. Not so much defiant as… She studied his face for a moment. There was that smile, a bit too much eagerness there. This could only mean the plan was already in motion. “Don't say…”

The smile bloossomed as if every single drop of confidence he had nurtured it. “I'll be taking her to Lady Furina's new play tomorrow!”

Nothing she could possibly say would work at this point, so she saved herself the energy and took a sip of her tea. Afterward, she said, “Then good luck on your date with the beautiful dancer.”

Lyney paled, the smile dropped just enough that she knew he had only now caught up with what he had done. “Thank you,” he said, quite like an automaton. Then he walked away, a little spaced out.

Lynette hoped her brother would pull himself together enough to be his usual self on the date. That should be enough to charm anyone. And if that didn't work, well then she'd have to do something, wouldn't she? Maybe the Traveler would even help.

#fanfic #drabble #lyney #mentioned Nilou #lyney/nilou #would that be... #lylou #rarepair asks #I had fun writing this #my writing