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#just because he doesn’t announce it every time XD
ladytauria · 4 months
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A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it. is so jaytim
you’re right nonny it so is
my first impulse was like—the two of them getting accidentally domestic, bc i love characters falling into relationships without realizing it xD
but then this scenario popped in my head & that’s what came out instead~
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Jason hasn’t been sleeping well.
His rest is troubled on a good day, and he hasn’t had many over the last week.
Well. It’s not that he’s had bad days, it’s just…
He misses Tim.
It’s stupid, because his bedroom is literally right across from Tim’s, but— It might as well be on the other side of the world.
He wishes they’d never agreed to stay at the manor for the holidays. It’s been miserable. Sure, he and Bruce are setting a record streak for lack of arguments. It’s been fun to hang out with the others, too, outside of the Cave and the mask. But—
Fuck.
The closest he’s gotten to a proper cuddle in a week was movie night, when he sat on the floor just to have an excuse to lean against Tim’s legs.
Jason knows he only has himself to blame. He’s the one who’s not ready to tell the others that they’re dating, even though they’ve damn near moved in together at this point. He just—he’s not ready for the judgment. The lectures, the shovel talks, the—everything. The reminder he’s not really good enough for Tim.
Knowing that doesn’t make it any easier.
Neither do the small, fleeting moments they manage to steal—the kisses they exchange in the lesser used parts of the manor, the brief hugs and touches they can exchange in front of the others. It’s. It’s fucking miserable.
He’s spent the last several nights lying awake, actively restraining himself from sneaking into Tim’s room. He just… He misses being held.
It’s the lack of sleep he’ll blame his slip-up on later, when all is said and done.
Tim’s got some stuff to do in the city today—Jason does too, but not until later—so Jason takes the liberty of making him a coffee and some breakfast to go, since he knows Tim won’t be down until it’s almost time to leave. He gets a couple of raised eyebrows, but, it’s not unusual for him to take the load off of Alfred, so no one actually says anything.
“You said you had plans today, right, Jason?” Dick asks, where he’s sitting at the breakfast table with Steph, Damian, Cass, and Duke. Bruce is standing with Alfred, the butler adjusting his tie like Bruce is twelve, and not forty-something.
“Yeah,” Jason says. “I’ll be gone for a couple hours.” First he has some packages to pick up, and also, every other week, he does story time at the library he used to half-live in as a child.
Tim shuffles in. Jason is glad Bruce will be driving—he looks like a zombie (and Jason would know). It takes him half a moment to spot the travel cup and paper bag sitting by Jason. He beelines over.
“Th’nks,” he mumbles, immediately popping the lid on his cup to take a long drink.
“Cool,” Dick says. “When you get back I was thinking we could break out the board games.”
Alfred finishes with Bruce. “Provided you all remember the rules, I think that sounds like a splendid idea, Master Dick.”
Jason snorts. One of these years they’re going to have all board and card games banned from the Manor.
“Ready to go, Tim?” Bruce asks.
“Sure, Dickie,” he says. “I’d love a chance to kick your ass.” His fingers catch in Tim’s belt loop before he can head to the door. He leans in, thoughtlessly, planting a chaste kiss on Tim’s mouth. “Have a good day, babe.”
Tim hums, smiling softly up at him. “You too.”
Jason almost doesn’t register the silence.
Then—
“What the fuck?” Stephanie breaks it, and Jason is reminded, abruptly, that they’re not alone.
The blood rushes to his face so quickly he’s surprised he doesn’t pass out; his skin ablaze with his embarrassment. “…fuck.”
That’s one way to announce their relationship.
[ 50 types of kisses ]
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luvrseung · 2 years
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Hiio can you pleaseee make a Riki fanfiction something along friends to lovers trope but with some angst because why not hehe
heheh here you go ;P
𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 ♡‧₊˚
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## pairing(s)! schoolmate!riki x reader
## genre! fluff then heart shattering angst xD
## wc! 2.64k (lowkey i got carried away ehehe)
## warning(s)! cursing, mentions of food, im not sure what else but lmk if others are needed!
## a/n! i really did not plan on making this req so long but i truly got carried away LOLOL i hope you like this tho! pls lmk what you think!!
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“WELCOME TO DECELIS HIGH SCHOOL” the sign to your new school reads. You take a look around at the dark, victorian architecture and dark uniforms. “Ha,” you laugh, “doesn’t seem that welcoming to me.” Despite your unwillingness to step inside the school, you trudge forward and head to the main office. Once introductions and formalities were over with, the principal walks you to your new homeroom where everyone’s eyes are immediately on you. “Good morning, class,” the principal greets. “Everyone say hello! This is y/n she’s a new student this year at Decelis. Everyone treat her well!” And with that, he exits the classroom, leaving you behind. “Hi everyone,” you say with an awkward smile and little wave. Then, there was an awkward silence. This is what you dreaded. This is what you didn’t want to happen. You knew it was going to be a little hard for you to make friends because you’re the new kid. On top of that, everyone’s eyes were still on you. After what felt like an hour, the homeroom teacher speaks up, “Welcome to our class, y/n! It’s a pleasure to have you. You can take that empty seat in front of Kim Sunoo.” You follow the direction of your teacher’s pointed finger and see a bright and smiling looking boy who raises his hand and waves at you. As you walk to your seat, you feel quite a powerful stare. Suddenly, you make eye contact with the dark looking boy behind Sunoo, but he immediately looks away as if nothing just happened and you take your seat in front of a smiling Sunoo.
After homeroom and morning announcements, it was time to head to your next class. As you’re getting ready to leave, Sunoo taps you on the shoulder, gaining your attention. “Y/n, right? I’m Sunoo! Well, you already know that because of earlier and… okay, anyways! I know it can be a little tough to navigate the school- especially as a new student, so I was wondering if you’d like to be friends?” He asks you with the most genuine and true smile you’ve ever seen on a human being. Looking at his face and into his eyes, you knew you couldn’t say no. As you were about to answer, the mysterious boy that sat behind him cuts you off, “Hey Sunoo, let’s go to first period,” he says without sparing you a glance. “Go on without me, I’ll meet you there. I’m trying to make a new friend here.” Sunoo brushes him off with a sassy eye roll. You can’t help but let out a little giggle. The boy scoffs and walks away. You also can’t help but watch the tall boy walk out of the room. “So, back to where we were, would you like to be my friend, y/n?” Sunoo asks again with a hopeful smile, snapping you back into your current situation. “Oh, yes! I’d love to be your friend, Sunoo!” And with that, he links his arm with yours as he happily skips (drags you) out of the classroom.
By now, it was lunch time and you and Sunoo both come to find out that the two of you have every class together, except for your last period. You also realize that the tall and mysterious boy (who you come to realize is named Riki) has every class with you, as well. Even your last period. Arriving to the lunch table, you realize that you’ve also had the same classes as Riki, but he hasn’t really spoken to you at all. But, you honestly don’t really take that to heart; you are new after all. It’ll take some time to get close with new people. At your lunch table, Sunoo introduces you to his other friends. A cute looking red haired boy ,almost resembling a cat, named Jungwon who was also in your grade, and three other boys who were in the grade above named Jay, Jake, and Sunghoon; two of them blonde and one with black hair. Sunoo mentioned another boy named Heeseung who used to sit with them, but he already graduated. You were a little nervous sitting at a table with all boys, but they quickly let you into their little group of friends.
While the other boys were talking, you notice how Riki seemed to be a little more reserved than the others. He would either go on his phone or just listen to the surrounding conversation. He intrigued you, to say the least. And you weren’t blind, you saw that he was also quite attractive. You slowly tune out the conversation that the others are having and just start to subconsciously focus on Riki. He goes on his phone and you see that he has a Death Note wallpaper, which happens to be your favorite anime. “Woah, oh my god! Is that death note? I love Death Note!” You blurted. You really did not mean to say that out loud. Great. Now he also definitely thinks you were peaking at his phone. Great. Before you could apologize, Riki hesitantly responds, “Yeah, it is. You watched it?” He asks.
“Yes, of course! It’s my favorite anime!”
“No way! It’s my favorite, too!”
For the first time that day, you see Riki smile. And you don’t want to admit it, but you really liked his smile. Before the both of you knew it, the bell rang and it was time to go to your next period. You bid the other four boys goodbye, and walk with Sunoo and Riki to your next class together. In this class, like every class before, you sat next to Sunoo. Class went by, the two of you had small talk along with Riki, and the bell rang once again. It was time for your last period. Sunoo had class with Jungwon, so he walked with him; leaving you and Riki alone for your last class of the day. “Let’s head to class, y/n” the tall boy says as he pulls the loop of your backpack towards the direction of your next class. You didn’t expect him to be this friendly, but you’re glad he is.
Unfortunately, your last class of the day was the most boring one. Math. After some brief conversations, you lay your head on your desk and feel yourself slowly start to fall asleep. And Riki notices this. He sees the light from the window shine brightly upon your pretty face and he decides to use his hand to shade the light from your eyes. He doesn’t really know why, either. But he wants to make sure you’re safe and comfortable. I mean, he’s just trying to make your first day a good one… is what he tells himself. The last bell rings, meaning class has come to an end and you’ve somehow slept through all of it. Riki realized you were waking up and quickly put his hand back down from keeping the sun out of your sleeping eyes. “Got some good sleep, y/n?” He asks with a chuckle. You stretch your arms and reply, “Yes I did Nishimura,” in a sleepy tone. And that was the end of your first day at Decelis High, but that was definitely the start of something new, you just didn’t know it.
As time went on, you hadn’t noticed how close the two of you had gotten. At first, the two of you would just linger together in group settings. Then suddenly, you and Riki started visiting the convenience store after school without the others, and eventually, you and Riki were attached at the hip. Of course, you were still friends with the other boys and Sunoo was definitely still your favorite person ever, but being with Riki was a whole different feeling entirely. The two of you discovered that the school roof top was open and free after school. The day you discovered it was after another convenience store run after school. Riki had forgotten his pencil case in a classroom and begged you to go back with him and grab it. When you entered the school after hours, there were a few students and teachers, but it wasn’t nearly as packed as it is during the day. Quite frankly, it creeped you out a little bit because you were so used to the halls being full of people. You were hoping this little trip was going to be a quick in and out, but Riki had other plans. “Y/n let’s explore the school,” he said in a cheeky tone. “What? Why would we do that? Can we please just go? Decelis is fucking scary. I’m tryna leave,” you say as you attempt to head out the door. But, you’re stopped by Riki who grabs your backpack loop.
“Come on, y/n! It’ll be quick and fun! I promise.”
“It better be quick. 10 minutes. That’s it. I’m scared.”
“Aweee~ my little y/n is scared! Don’t worry I’ll protect you!”
“Yeah right, when I die in here it’s your fault. Now, let’s hurry up and ‘explore.’” as you air quote the word ‘explore.’
The two of you went upstairs, with Riki in the lead and notice how there was another set of stairs that you didn’t know was in use. You’ve never seen anyone else go up those stairs, actually. Naturally, Riki pulls you up the stairs with him. You didn’t realize, but the two of you were hand in hand as you both stepped onto what you found out was the roof. You let go of his hand and run to the edge and take in the view. From that day on, that spot was your guys’ spot. A place only the two of you know. Not even Sunoo knew about it. You and Riki would go up there almost everyday to just talk, hang out, eat, sometimes just sit in silence and enjoy each others’ company. The silence the two of you sat in was comfortable. Warm, like being wrapped in a blanket. Feeling so safe and secure; like nothing bad could happen. It was what you looked forward to everyday, to be quite honest.
As the days went on, you start feeling different. Your thoughts were occupied by the tall boy. Your hands would sweat nervously when you would see him, and there was definitely a funny feeling in your stomach whenever he would hold your hand. But you brushed it off. Friends hold hands, right? Friends get nervous around each other, right? And friends definitely think about each other 24/7, right? You sigh. You know you’re not right. You had feelings for one of your best friends. And now, you don’t know what to do. So you call the one person you can always trust with this kind of stuff: Kim Sunoo, of course! The boy answers the phone within two rings, and you tell him about your feelings. “Honestly y/n, the guys and I all thought you and Riki were a thing,” he says to your bewilderment. Shocked, you reply, “W-what…”
“I mean, think about it. You two are always together, right. He STUDIES with you… before you came along, I’ve never seen that kid open a book.”
“Okay, but friends-“
“No, y/n. Friends do not hold hands and make each other nervous like that. You guys like each other and that’s just the truth.”
“No way Sun, Riki does not see me like that at. all.”
“Y/n… you don’t see what we see. Riki likes you. You don’t see the way he looks at you, the way his face lights up when you walk into a room, and the way his ears turn red when ever the two of you hold hands. Like I said before, that kid likes you. Also, I’m never wrong, so.”
To say you’re shocked would be an understatement. You’re way beyond that point. “Has he really….” You say outlaid but to yourself.
“Yes y/nnie, now go confess! What could go wrong?”
“But Sun-“
“Hush hush. You think about what you’re going to do, ‘kay? I’ll let you be but you better text me updates. Or. Else. Now bye~!”
And with that, Sunoo hung up the phone. In your bed, you roll onto your back and just think. “He likes me too?” You ask yourself. You can’t help but feel giddy and giggly. Maybe Sunoo was right! What could go wrong with confessing? So you came up with a simple plan: to go to the roof top, as usual, and confess to him then! But, you wanted to make it a little more special. Like, how special could a school rooftop get? You know? So you asked Riki to meet you up there before school instead of after school. You were gonna bring him his favorite coffee and some pastries from a bakery as a token of your affection. You were excited! Everything is going to go well, really.
It’s now the day of the confession and you wait for Riki at the roof top, as planned. You’re nervous, but excited! Everything will go according to plan. Your talk with Sunoo really helped calm your nerves. He even sent you a good luck text beforehand as well! Since everything is going the way you planned, now you just wait. So, you wait. And wait. And wait. 15 minutes have passed and Riki’s still not at your guys’ spot. What could be taking so long? You decide to give him another 15 minutes. Maybe he’s just running late. You even double checked your phone to make sure you actually sent the right person the text, and you did! He even replied with an “Okey y/nnie :),” so, what was going on? The homeroom bell rang as your heart broke in two. You were sad and confused. “What happened?” And “What went wrong” was all you could think. You left his, now cold, coffee and pastries on the roof. You were too devastated to do anything, really. So you decided to just leave. To leave school and run. Run where? Who knows. Nothing was important to you right now. School along with your safety was the least of your worries. If you went to homeroom, you’d likely see Riki. And despite how excited you were to see him just this morning, Riki was the last person you wanted to see right now. So you leave school grounds. You leave school grounds running, your vision blurred by hot tears, leaving your stuff behind.
Meanwhile, homeroom started. Riki walks in expecting to see you, but you’re not there. In fact, you don’t show up at all. Riki asks Sunoo, “Sun, have you seen y/n? Is she sick? Do you know why she’s not in homeroom right now?” Sunoo takes a second to process what’s going on, “R-riki? W-why are you here? Don’t you have somewhere to be? Someone to meet?
“What are you talking about- shit,” is what Riki manages to get out before dashing out of the door and past his homeroom teacher. He ran to the rooftop. He ran to your spot. And he’s never ever ran that fast before. He ran so fast that he managed to knock a few people over. But, he didn’t care. He had to get to you. He couldn’t believe that he forgot about your morning meetup. He can’t believe how stupid he is. Once Riki reaches the roof, he scans the area for you. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere to be seen. What’s left of you is a cold cup of coffee and a cold box of pastries. He knows he messed up. Riki fucked up big time, and now he doesn’t know what to do. He leans his back against the railing of the roof and slowly slides down it with tears escaping his eyes. He hugs his legs and leans his head on them. He just sits there. Beating himself up over how stupid he could be. Just like you at the same time. Also beating yourself up for how stupid you could be to believe that he could possibly like you too.
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un-holly-chaos · 25 days
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Here it is!! (Under the cut)
I'm going to post the thing Here(on this blog), full chapters as soon as they're written folks! Until someone gives me a better idea or the book is finished xD
Chapter One
There is a point, Holly thinks, when you must accept that you are bad at everything, and that this is how your life will go. Every day you will wake up, and put a new attempt into the world, and watch with bright, hopeful eyes, as it falls apart in front of you. She has gotten very good at this, and is quite accustomed to the routine.
She put her amulet in the amulet-slot on the door of the massive, square marble building, in this otherwise empty-for-miles grassy field. The door didn’t respond, and it made her irritable. She had been walking through this ridiculously empty field for hours and hours and it had been loudly raining, and her magic umbrella kept disappearing and water would come splashing all over her head and be cold while doing so. And the door was ignoring her. She tried the amulet again, and instead of opening the door, her umbrella spell flickered again, and she got rained on some more. A gem fell out of her amulet when she removed it from the door. She held in the screams.
As she was putting the gem back into the amulet, the door was manually opened by the handle on the inside, and she was let in. The person who had been so kind as to operate the mechanics of this contraption for her, was Trudy. Trudy was decent at everything, and often let Holly in when the door ignored her.
“We need to put the handle on both sides of the door.” Holly announced. The lively bar room took no notice.Trudy shuffled awkwardly for a moment, then opened her mouth. “See, I told Baringer about that, like you asked,”
“And?” Holly glared at her.
“Well, yes. And he said we can’t put a handle on the outside of the door, because the raccoon would get in, and… you know. He just really doesn’t want a repeat of that incident.”
“Well then maybe Baringer should put up a raccoon ward like I suggested and we could have a double-sided door handle!”
“Yes, but that costs, and he has other priorities, and you’re glaring at me again, and honestly argue with him yourself next time? And I’m going to go finish my game now. Bye.” And Trudy waved and walked off to a table with people and cards, and sat there. Holly wanted to keep arguing, but she was tired, so instead she found her way to the bar. This took some doing, as it was crowded, and crowds made the bar restless, so they kept wheeling it around the room. She collapsed onto a stool, and the bartender approached her. “Randy,” she said, “I need a Dry Wine.” He didn’t say anything, but looked at her sodden robes, nodded, and stepped off to grab a bottle and glass. He returned, “We only have apple left.”
“I don’t care what flavor it is, I just want to not squelch in my boots anymore.”
He poured her a glass and set it on the bar. “So… Why don’t you just try an umbrella spell?”
“Randy,” she said patiently, “if one more person questions me tonight, I will summon every raccoon in this damn meadow, and I will caffeinate them.”
“Okay.” He said, and stood there. “So, I’m not asking, but don’t you normally struggle to summon things?”
“I struggle with all spells, now shut up and leave me alone.” She wished she could get a potion that would make the people around her tactful and perceptive. She drank the Dry Wine, which wooshed quite a lot of water out of her hair and clothes, and left her bedraggled, but dry. She sighed. Footsteps suddenly separated from the crowd, and stopped behind her. She ignored them, hoping they would go away. They sat down next to her, and belonged to her boss, Danrius.
“Hi Holly,” he said
“Danrius,” she begrudged
“Where’d you uh, put the burglar?”
”I couldn’t catch him.”
”Cool, cool. What do you mean you couldn't catch him? Cause like, call me cuckoo, but I did give you this assignment, of a non-magical burglar, and I teleported you there, to where he was, with my personal office portal, and you had your amulet and everything, and you just… didn’t catch him? I’m just making sure I understand this correctly…”
”Yes, Danrius, that’s- he got away from me.” She rubbed her face.
”Okaaaaayyy, how’d he do that? You’ve got the magic cage spell right? Did you try casting that on him?”
”Yeah, but it didn’t work and he ran, and the magic bolo spell broke on contact, and the running-through-mollasses spell just made a puddle on the ground, and then I had an asthma attack and my inhaler was empty. I filled it up at the pharmacy on my way back.” She stared dejectedly at the empty glass in front of her. There was a long pause, as this information trickled into Danrius’s brain.
”You had an asthma attack?”
”From running after him, yes.”
”Right, ok. See, this is the kind of thing I’m talking about; you don’t even think to cast a flying spell on yourself to save the trouble. Or like, use a floating disc, that’s a classic move. Look Holly, as much as I like you, I’m kind of having an issue, and if you can help me with it that’d be great, but there’s a point where I can’t put more money into an employee than I get out. You have, kind of, not brought in a single bounty this month, and there’s this guy who interviewed with me yesterday, who’s pretty powerful looking. He conjured a whole rainstorm, and it’s still going from yesterday, and as the guy who directs the hiring and maintaining of the wizards here-“
”The manager.”
”Right. As the manager, it’s my job to uh, keep people who can, y’know, consistently cast spells. It’s the main point in the job description on the application.”
”Yeah, but I can do that though, I cast spells all the time!”
”For sure, for sure. But the spell, working, is kind of the point, and if I recall correctly, last two times you brought someone in, you had one tied up in physical ropes, and the other in a pair of, how’d you put it, ‘borrowed?’ Handcuffs? And I just feel like those are pretty non-magical solutions to magical problems, and I’ve been ignoring it for a while, but there’s this guy, Theobold the Thunderous, and he shoots lightning out of his fingers.”
”Are you…? Dan look, if I get the job done, does it really need to be with magic? It just feels like semantics,”
”Somatics, Holly, and no, not really, but, he shoots lightning out of his fingers, and it’s still raining. Look, I’m not happy about this either, but I can’t afford another add-on to the payroll, so as much as it pains me to say ths, I’m gonna have to let you go. We’ve had good times working together, and I know you’ve been putting a lot of hours in, so I’ll give you a few days to say goodbye. As long as you turn in your room key tomorrow, cause I told Theobold he could be moved in by the weekend. Big thanks Holly, I appreciate it!” He stood, slapped her shoulder, and flashed his teeth professionally. Then before she could collect her words, he stepped back into the crowd and was gone.
In two hours, she would collapse face down on her bed. In fifteen hours she would be standing outside the front door, in the still-drizzling rain, trying to summon raccoons. For now she just waved Randy over and asked for a potion of inebriation while she still got free bar. It looked and tasted like rice-milk, and was fully indistinguishable from the real thing, except for its attribute of getting you quite high or drunk, depending on the day. There are more specific potions out there, but they’re more expensive, so naturally, they weren’t here. She fought around the large ice cubes for several minutes before thinking to take them out and depressedly watch them melt on a napkin. She got the next one without ice.
A good while later, she gave up trying to remember the speak-with-marsupial spell, and got up. A headrush became very noticable. It didn’t go away. She compromised, and simply willed herself in the direction of the elevators. Her body successfully took her that way, rather clumsily, but she arrived. It was a magic elevator. The kind with no walls, and a levitator platform. She stepped in, and looked up trepidatiously. The long tunnel swayed above her like a willowy tree trunk that she was somehow inside of. She felt like a bug. She put her amulet in the slot on the pedestal to make it go up. Nothing happened. She realized she forgot to actually do the spell, and tried again, with magic this time. The elevator pad slowly began to rise. She breathed a sigh of relief, and contemplated whether life would be easier beneath the bark of a tree. Her conclusion was interrupted when the pad stopped at the next floor. That was the problem with this elevator, it stopped at every floor, and you had to magic it into going again, every time. She never got it to work every time. The whole place was like that, what with doors with no handles, and elevators with no automation. Wizards were wholly pretentious, she decided. She put her amulet in again, with magic. Nothing happened. She blinked slowly, praying to the god of small mammals (raccoons were still on the mind) that this place would one day go down in wonderfully warm, dry flames. A person swam into her awareness by entering the elevator, and magicking it to go up with their own amulet. She went back to picturing herself as a bug. She wasn’t sure what kind of bug lived in trees, but if she imagined it in first person instead of third person it wouldn’t matter; except she got hung up on how many legs she would have as an unspecified tree bug.
She realized she wouldn’t notice when she arrived to her floor with her eyes closed, so she set aside her insectoid ponderings, and focused. She had no memory of how many floors she’d passed, so she checked the rune stone on the side of the pedestal. It had all the floor numbers in descending order, and each one would light up as the pad stopped there. There were only three left until hers. The person there with her got off of the elevator. She amuleted the pad, with magic.
It took her all of three excruciating minutes to get the pad going again, and then only a few tries at the next stop. She finally reached her floor, and climbed off the pad with great relief. When she felt steady again after what felt like an hour, but was definitely not more than a minute or two, she counted the doors down the long hall till she got to her room, and rediscovered the wonders of old, beat-up mattresses.
Fourteen hours later, here she was, standing in the drizzle attempting to summon raccoons, an hour late on her day’s schedule. It had taken her over an hour to pack, despite only having a duffel bag and her amulet. Said amulet steamed. She wasn’t typically a vengeful person, or very wrathful actually, but ever since she had set foot into that horrible, grand, elegant, fake-marble bounty-wizard-hub, she had been having problems with it. Everything was magic powered, but nothing was automated, so she got stuck everywhere, and hated it. She fiddled with the gem, trying to adjust the rubber band so she could try the summon again. The spells were always worse when the gem got loose, she figured it was something about keeping the etching connected like a sort of circuit. Raccoons were tree animals too, so she didn’t know why they were even here, but Baringer hated them, and they kept setting everything on fire whenever they got inside, thus the one-sided door handle.
She cast the spell again. Her amulet sparked, and after a moment the grass rustled. A small face, familiar with the allure of arson, and well acquainted with the improved flavor of stolen foods, appeared. It was only one raccoon, but it would have to do. She put amulet in door-slot, and focused her magic very poignantly. It opened. She ushered the little creature in, and closed the door behind it, walking away. The grey sky hung heavy, and the pale grass scratched against her robes, but she was an unemployed woman, and couldn’t muster anything resolute to think about it.
After a few hours the sun came out, and she felt a bit better. She wondered about the success of her raccoon, and was in a faintly good mood when she arrived at the nearest inn that night. She booked a room and slept uneventfully.
The next day she entered an actual city, and wandered about a bit. At one point she found an abandoned silk scarf on the sidewalk. It was red with nice geometric designs, so she tied it onto her belt. She bought a pastry from a gluten-free bakery, and felt optimistic about it. The pastry was dry, flavorless, and over-priced, but it was so rare she had pastries she could eat, that she didn’t mind. She decided she would refill her water bottle and find a new place to work. Who knows, maybe a flier would advertise a cool new job she’d be really good at, like taking care of lizards. She found a public drinking fountain, and gratefully filled up her water bottle. As she turned to face the city street, bustling with people and new opportunities, a damp newspaper found its way to her face, and stuck. She peeled it off, debating if it could be considered horror-enough to be the last straw. She decided to read it before she decided.
Half of it was smeared by being damp, but in the middle of the page was an advertisement looking for “Fresh Wizard College Graduates, Looking For Their First Job!” She’d graduated two years ago, and had lost three jobs since then, but she was qualified, and that was what they were really asking. “This is serendipity. This one’s gonna work, I’m gonna get this job, and not fail miserably!” she lied, to no one in particular. She felt confidence rushing through her, along with the paper pulp rubbing off on her fingers. She dutifully took the paper to the bin, and bought a new copy of the same one so she could read the address listed. It was 154th Kennings Ln, just off of Side St. She began her purposeful meander, in hopes of finding a directory board. Or one of those bus stops with the maps on them.
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I’m a grown woman obsessed with Logan and Quinn suddenly again like a 12 year old after that trailer. And I have some thoughts. We have possible outcomes that I can see based on the limited scenes we got. The bad case: they get engaged off screen and announce it to Zoey over FaceTime like we saw in the trailer. Then Quinn does a runner on the wedding day (we do get a shot of her running in a wedding dress), and the wedding ends up being about chase and Zoey getting back together. We see Logan has a headset on in pretty much every shot, including when he’s standing at the alter (wtf Logan?). Maybe Quinn sees this, and panics, and thinks money and work will come before her so she runs. Eventually they end up back together, and we then get that shot of him proposing again and promising it won’t happen (with Zoey there, why 🙄) and we are left with the implication they’ll get married eventually. It’s also the 1 scene between the two of them where he isn’t wearing his headset which adds value to the whole he’s a workaholic thing and Quinn’s had enough. The thing that makes me confused is that Quinn is 100% already wearing her engagement ring in that shot, and Logan 100% has jewellery in that box. The better option: Logan is jokingly giving her some jewellery in a ring box, and her nodding is just a weird cut to something else he said (I.e., not accepting a proposal). That scene is weird as well because Zoey’s 2 best friends of almost 20 years are getting engaged, Quinn is nodding yes and Zoey looks confused and worried. The confusing thing about it is Quinn’s hair is short, but it is long for every other shot. Cause Quinn and Logan look different in that shot to the rest of the movie, I was hoping that perhaps it’s a flashback to when they got engaged many years ago and it has just been a really long engagement. So when they tell Zoey over FaceTime, it’s not about getting married it’s about them finally setting a date? But that doesn’t tie into why Quinn has an engagement ring on already. Regardless of how it happens I know they’ll 100% end up together but I don’t want them to be plot devices to Zoey and chase. I may be losing my mind over this. I need a break but had to share my obsessive thoughts with someone.
oh man, where do I start. I'm also a grown person obsessed with a ship from my childhood. I said it a lot of times heheh but Quogan was my first ship and the first fanfic I ever read was about them. I didn't know what a fanfic was and really thought that was some deleted scene or something XD.
I would hate to if they don't get married at the end, that would be so disappointing, but it would not ruin the ship for me, I'd simply not consider the movie canon and make/read a fic fixing that lol.
I am bothered by Zoey being there for the proposal/or whatever that was, because ugh can we, please, have something? without her? please? I never cared about her character (or anyone aside from Logan and Quinn, really) So I hope they don't make that moment about them.
I do hope it's a flashback, but like you said, the ring makes it not make sense.
I was also wondering about Logan's headset, I thought it was more of him being a bridezilla and controlling the whole wedding and making it all about himself, excluding Quinn unintentionaly lol.
I need to rewatch the show to refresh my memory about the characters, it's been years after all. I never saw Logan as the workaholic kind, but I could be wrong or he could have changed, idk.
Either way, all I hope right now is that they end up together. If they decide marriage is not for them, I'll accept it as long as they don't separate. God please don't let that happen. Tho I won't deny I would be pissed, since they are advertising this using their wedding as a bait and for them to not give us that at the end? very shady. We would be quoganbaited lol.
Speaking of that, I too don't want them to be a plot device for Zoey and Chase. I can't stress enough how much I don't care about them. And I understand the movie is about finally getting them together, but please, let us have Quogan in peace. The two ships can co-exist without overshadowing the other (despite one being clearly superior ehem)
feel free to keep sending asks or dm me if you wish, I love talking about quogan.
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Prompts: Hello! I really love your stories! You’re probably my favorite author actually— And I’ve read all your Roman Angst stories already (Multiple times XD) But I was rereading Lie To Me and I got an idea for a prompt— If you don’t want to write it then that’s cool but here—
Janus can hear lies and he knows Roman lies about a lot of thinks, and so he takes to helping him with it. (Like in Lie To Me) But Roman doesn’t want to tell the others because he doesn’t want them to worry and he doesn’t feel like he deserves their help, but then something happens that gives someone else’s Janus’ ability and they hear the lies. I don’t really mind whoever gets the ability so however you’d like to do it with is fine but maybe Anarociet or just Roceit w/ Some Creativitwins bonding? Even if you don’t do this thanks for reading my little idea! (Sorry this is so long!) Can’t wait to read anything else you might put out! ^^ - anon
idea for a fic where roman gets everyone to apologize to each other.. but it seems a little *too* perfect (and maybe everyone apologizes to everyone else Except roman). someone does a little snooping and finds out that roman's been practicing with fake versions of the sides (created via the Imagination) to find out the perfect way to get them to agree again. cue angst. - anon
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Warnings: self-destructive behavior, mild unreality
Pairings: DLAMPR, platonic intended but romantic flexible
Word Count: 4743
Roman sighs, leaning his weight on his desk. The Imagination is sparkling through the doorway and he can almost hear it luring him in, come, Prince Roman, come to where all of your dreams come true. 
But it’s picked the wrong lie. Roman, after all, does not have his dreams come true.
“So, I’m sorry,” Patton says, twisting his hands together in front of him, “I’m sorry it took me so long.”
Logan pushes his glasses up and sighs. “Oh, Patton, it’s not entirely your fault.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No.” He carefully takes Patton’s hands and separates them, squeezing to keep him from trying again. “You are not singlehandedly responsible for the consequences of growing up.”
He takes a deep breath of his own. 
“I have been…I know I’ve been guilty of trying to make Thomas more mature, more…adult. But I realize now that the quest I’ve set us on for maturity is in and of itself immature.”
Virgil snorts. “Say ‘mature’ one more time, L.”
Logan chuckles a little sadly. “I’ve been immature. And for that, I apologize.”
——————
Roman sighs, leaning his weight on his desk. The Imagination is sparkling through the doorway and he can almost hear it luring him in, come, Prince Roman, come to where all of your dreams come true. 
But it’s picked the wrong lie. Roman, after all, does not have his dreams come true. 
A weight presses between his shoulder blades and he stifles a noise. He didn’t mean to be so awful today, he didn’t think he would be awful today. But he’d woken up and decided to put on shimmery red eyeshadow and that must’ve been a mistake because every argument he got into today ended with a remark about it. 
Logan said it demonstrated his extravagance and inability to settle. Virgil said it was as garish as he is. Patton said it was too much. Remus said it looked pretty, which is an insult coming from Remus when he says it like that. 
Janus told him it looked good. 
Sparkles begin to run down his face as he sinks slowly into the chair. The need to put his head down and sob until it runs all the way off twists something vital in his chest and he’s just able to stop the noise that slips out. He settles for closing his eyes and letting it hang between his elbows instead. 
Hands softly squeeze his shoulders to announce their presence. 
“My prince,” a soft voice whispers, “raise your head.”
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s Imagined a person here to help him. But he can’t do it today. 
“I’m here, my prince,” it says again, even after Roman’s thought to dismiss it, “come, sweetie, just look at me.”
…sweetie?
Roman slowly raises his head, eyes widening when he sees Janus in front of him. Janus smiles, and Roman jerks back in his seat. 
“Come now, surely I didn’t startle you that much?”
Roman scrambles up and backs away. Janus raises his hands. 
“I’m not here to hurt you,” he says solemnly, “I’m just here to talk.”
Roman backs away slowly. This wouldn’t be the first time an Imagination construct has gotten loose into his room, nor the first time he’s had to, um, contain something before it got out. Slowly, he keeps backing toward the Imagination door. 
Janus raises an eyebrow, expression turning playful. “Am I going to have to chase you?” 
“You want me,” Roman mutters, “you’re going to have to catch me.”
“Oh?” The playful grin widens. “Alright, then.”
Roman swallows, backing up until he can feel the light on his shoulders. Janus starts to come toward him, pace slow enough that Roman could get around him if he wanted. He’s almost there. If he can just get to the door—
He turns on his heel and reaches—
“Gotcha.”
Arms wind gently but firmly around him, pulling him against a strong chest. His fingers just brush the edge of the door before he’s gently but firmly pulled away. He’s turned to stare up at Janus’s face. 
“I’ve caught you, little prince,” Janus murmurs, one of his hands brushing Roman’s hair back from his forehead, “what should I do?”
Roman swallows. “What do snakes normally do with what they catch?”
“I am hungry, little prince.” Janus leans closer, mouth near his ear. “Should I eat you?”
Is he serious? Maybe this is just one of his weird flirting moments. Maybe he’s—oh, oh, no, that’s a hiss, shit, is he actually going to eat me?
“J-Janus—“
“Oh, relax, sweetie, I’m just teasing.”
“…okay.”
Janus chuckles, adjusting his hold so they can look at each other. “You look so worried, it’s alright, little prince, I would never.”
Roman stares at him. “What—what’re you doing here?”
“I told you. I want to talk to you.” Roman glances down at the position they’re in. “If I let you go, will I have to catch you again?”
He considers it. It would be easier to slam the Imagination door shut and just…not have to deal with this anymore. But the horrible selfish part of him that wants to know what this version of Janus will do screams for him to let him stay. 
Roman sets his mouth. 
“…I won’t run.”
Janus opens his arms and Roman turns, slamming the door to the Imagination shut. As the light fades, he bows his head, letting out a shaky breath. 
“Well, that was dramatic.”
Roman whirls around, eyes widening to see Janus still standing there. He’s—he’s still here?
Janus raises an eyebrow when Roman tenses again, opening his arms. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“What—how—you’re still here.”
“Yes,” Janus says slowly, “why wouldn’t I be?”
Roman shakes himself off. “Sorry. I must be tired. How can I help you?”
“That,” Janus says sharply, pointing at him, “that is what I’m here to talk to you about.”
“…what?”
Janus sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Roman, do you know what my abilities are?”
“You can make us be quiet if there are things Thomas doesn’t want to know, you can shapeshift the way the rest of us can, you can…teleport…?”
“I’m Deceit, Roman. So what can I do?”
“I don’t know…tell lies? Can’t we all do that?”
“Yes, but I can also tell when you’re lying.”
Roman’s blood runs cold. Janus’s expression softens a little when he sees it, slowly extending a hand. Roman eyes it warily. 
“Come here, sweetie.”
“Why?”
“Because right now, you’re telling yourself you don’t deserve to be comforted even though you’re struggling to stand up and you’re cold.”
Roman’s head snaps up. “How—“
“I can hear lies, Roman.” Janus wiggles his fingers. “Now come here.”
The firm undertone makes Roman move before he’s realized it, taking Janus’s hand and letting him pull him close again. He frets for a moment about where to put his hands before he’s awkwardly resting them on Janus’s shoulders. 
“There,” Janus murmurs, “now, was that so hard?”
Roman studiously avoids eye contact. 
A sigh. “Well, yes, I suppose that’s the point I’m trying to make.”
“How can you hear lies?”
“It’s…part of my powers, Roman. I didn’t ask for it and I didn’t seek it out.” Janus gently ruffles his hair. “I just can.”
“…can you stop?”
Another sigh, longer this time. “No, Roman. I can’t turn it off.”
Shit. Shit. 
“Just like right now I can hear you telling yourself you couldn’t be more of an inconvenience if you tried. Which, first off, isn’t true because you’re not an inconvenience—“
“Well—“
“—and second,” Janus says over him, “I think you’re vastly underestimating your own abilities.”
“But if I’m making you hear all of these things, then—“
“—then you need someone to help you.”
“What?”
“Roman,” Janus says patiently, “what did I just tell you about my powers?”
“…that you can hear lies?”
“Yes, Roman.” He looks at him pointedly. “Lies.”
Roman looks at him blankly. 
“They’re lies, Roman, that’s why I can hear them. You are not an inconvenience, you do deserve to be comforted, and you aren’t something to be overlooked.”
“B-but—“
“No buts, little prince,” Janus whispers, “they’re not true. I promise you, they’re not true.”
——————
…but then…but then what am I supposed to believe?
“Oh, come off it, L, you’re also not singlehandedly responsible for all the shit that’s happened around here.”
“Language!”
“Shit, sorry, I—oh, fuck—oh, shit—“
Virgil’s hand claps itself over his mouth as Patton giggles. After a moment, Janus lets him go. 
“…thanks, J.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Virgil takes a deep breath. “I am…I’m sorry too.”
“For what, Virgil?”
“I’m the bad guy. And before you say anything,” he says quickly, raising his voice as the others go to protest, “I don’t mean that as in I’m a ‘bad guy,’ or anything.”
“Yes, Wreck-It, Ralph, come through.”
Virgil swats Remus’s shoulder. “I just mean that in most of the…y’know, the plots we do, I’m normally the one who pushes back the most. Slows us down.”
“Keeps us cautious,” Logan corrects gently, “more often than not, you’re the healthy response of human fear we have to…anything. Without you, we would be in much more danger.”
“We’ve been over this, kiddo,” Patton says, reaching over to ruffle Virgil’s hair, “you’re not doing anything wrong by being you.”
——————
“No, Janus.”
“Roman, listen to me—“
“I’m not telling them!”
Janus sighs, reaching out for him when Roman curls himself into a corner on the couch. “Sweetie, come here.”
“…just because I cuddle with you doesn’t mean I’m giving in.”
“I know.”
Roman reluctantly pries himself out of the corner and lets Janus wrap an arm around him. A hand ruffles his hair and he leans on Janus’s shoulder. 
“I think they would understand,” he says softly, “they care about you, sweetie.”
He can’t stop the scoff. 
“They do. I know you don’t believe it, but—“
“They care about the versions of me they can control.”
“…okay, that’s not entirely false—“
“See?”
“—but that doesn’t mean they don’t want to help you.” When Roman remains silent, he tilts his chin up. “Do you think the others are bad people?”
“What? No, no, of course not, I—wait, is this one of those things where there isn’t such a thing as a good person or a bad person?”
“Not necessarily, but that’s not a bad idea.”
“No, I don’t think they’re bad people.”
“Do you think that if any of them were told that someone needed help, they would say no?”
Roman looks away. 
“Roman?”
“No,” he mumbles, “not really.”
“Then why is it different for you?” 
Because what I want isn’t things they want to give me. Because I want too much. Because I’m selfish and this isn’t even a problem.
“Little prince,” Janus murmurs and Roman buries his face in his hands. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad.”
“It’s hard enough for me just having you help me, okay?”
“And I’m very grateful you’ve let me.” Hands cover his and coax them away. “But you don’t have to assume the worst of them.”
“I don’t have to assume it, I know it’s true.”
Janus startles, brow furrowing as he looks at Roman. “What?”
“Nevermind. Let’s just drop it.”
——————
“Besides,” Remus says as he absentmindedly rubs his shoulder, “I think I’m the bad guy now.”
“Whoa, hey, no—“
“I am!” Remus spreads his arms wide. “I’m the bad guy! I’m the big bad villain who scares Thomas and must be defeated, look at how much Lolo was built up to be the good guy!”
“Remus,” Logan says, “that’s not—“
“Oh, come off it, Nerdy Wolverine, you know I’m the worst. And most of the time that’s fine! You lot can be so boring, where’s your sense of fun?”
Janus just reaches out and takes Remus’s hand in his. “You said ‘most of the time.’”
Remus deflates a little. “Well…yeah.”
“Remus,” Patton says, reaching out for him too, “we owe you an apology too.”
“No, no, no, you’re all doing what you’re supposed to be doing.” Remus swallows, a bit of his mania slipping away, “protecting Thomas.”
“But not from you.” Virgil nudges his shoulder. “You’re part of Thomas too.”
“I’m the part of Thomas that has to be hidden away,” Remus mumbles, “I’m s—“
“If you say something bad about yourself again, I will physically fight you.”
“Don’t finish that sentence, sweetie.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Remus.”
“That’s enough outta you.”
Remus’s chuckle is a little watery, but it’s there and that’s all that matters. Then Janus sighs. 
“Besides, if anyone needs to apologize for hurting Thomas…it’s me.”
——————
Janus comes to him again on a dark night when tears are already streaming down his cheeks. He wants to apologize—he’s sure he’s practically screaming to Janus—but he won’t hear any of it, wiping his tears and shushing him tenderly. 
“I’m sorry—“
“It’s okay, sweetie, it’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Why are you doing this,” Roman manages around the sobs, “why—why’re you helping me? Why’re you being so kind?”
Janus gives him the same answer he always does. “Because you’re worth being kind to, sweetie, and because you genuinely believe no one will want to help you.”
Roman just sobs into his chest. Janus, like he always does, holds him, murmuring soft reassurances and running his hand through his hair. 
He wishes he could just stop lying. That he could stop being a horrible person and—
No. 
That he could…that he could stop lying. 
Janus hums. “It’s not your fault, sweetie, you’ve been taught to believe things. It’s going to take time to unlearn them.”
“But it’s hard.”
“I know, sweetie, I know.”
When his head starts to hurt from crying, Janus lays him down on the bed and tucks him in, letting him sniffle and bury his head in his shoulder. 
“What would help,” Janus asks softly, “to make you less scared of them?”
Roman shrugs. 
“What about practicing? Like rehearsing your lines?”
“I’m just gonna cry more.”
“That’s okay.”
No, it’s not. It’s not okay. 
“Sweetie…”
“Sorry.”
“You’re alright.”
“I just…” Roman swallows. “I don’t like people seeing me fail.”
“That’s understandable.” Janus sits up a little. “I don’t have to be there. You can practice on your own.”
“…I can?”
“Yes, you can.” Janus indicates the door of the Imagination. “I won’t be able to hear you in there. You can practice all you want.”
“Wait, you can’t hear what happens in the Imagination?”
“Sweetie, that place is nothing but lies, I’d go deaf.”
“Oh. I don’t want that.”
Janus chuckles. “No, I don’t either.”
——————
“Janus, what are you talking about?”
“Oh, come, let’s not be coy.” He spreads his arms. “We all know I’m the notorious villain around here.”
“Okay, just because you dress like a queer-coded villain doesn’t mean—“
“It’s my fault Virgil was so hated, it’s my fault Remus showed up at all.” He glances at Patton. “And I’m the reason you had a breakdown in the first place.”
“Janus, no—“
“I hurt you,” Janus says, “and Logan, and Virgil, and Remus.”
“Janus, we hurt you too.” Logan steps closer. “We’re the ones who didn’t bother to look past the queer-coded villain aesthetic—“
Virgil snorts. 
“—and see you. You…you’ve only ever tried to help.”
Jans snorts. “And some help I’ve been.”
“You have,” Patton insists, “you made us see how much we really don’t know everything. We have to…be more honest. You helped with that. Thomas would be in a much worse-off place if you hadn’t done anything.”
Janus falters. “…you truly believe that?”
Virgil rolls his eyes. “Oh, get over here, you big drama queen.”
“Okay, you can talk—“
Remus squeals in delight as a group hug forms, throwing his arms around everyone he can reach. “Cat pile!”
Logan chuckles. “I suppose we have no choice.”
“You got that right, L, get down here.”
“Oops, sorry, sweetie.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
Patton sighs as they settle in on the floor, his head on Remus’s shoulder. “It’s nice to do this…”
As the sun begins to set. 
“…with the whole family.”
Roman looks down at the tear-stained pile of papers in his hand. He sniffles and throws the top sheet away. He looks back up. 
“Again.”
——————
The Mindscape is…finicky sometimes. When Thomas is in a particularly imaginative mood, the boundaries tend to…fluctuate. 
So when their rooms jolt them out of bed to a house that looks much less like a house than it normally does, the Sides shrug and make their way to the Imagination to ride it out. 
“Hey, L,” Virgil calls as they round the corner, “you got your headphones? I think I left mine.”
“Yes, I’ve got them. I’ve got an extra pair too.”
“You’re a lifesaver.”
Patton waves sleepily by the door. “Good morning, kiddos.”
“You okay, Pat? You don’t look so hot.”
“Wrong part of a nap.”
Virgil winces. “That is the worst.”
Patton stifles a yawn as Janus and Remus enter the hallway. “You guys seen Roman?”
They shake their heads. 
“He must’ve gone in already.”
“Yeah, I didn’t see him at dinner last night, maybe he—“
Don’t deserve it. 
They jump. Virgil whirls around as Roman’s voice rings out in the hallway. “What the fuck was that?”
“Langauge.”
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong and stupid and bad. 
“Roro, this isn’t funny,” Remus says, raising his voice, “even if you gotta tell me how you did that.”
Logan glances around as the walls begin to thin. “We can’t stay here, we need to go in.”
“But that’s Roman,” Patton says, “we need to find him. If he gets stuck here—“
Worthless inconvenient burden who’s good for nothing.
“Oh, no,” Janus whispers, staring at the walls, “oh, no.”
“Janny, if you know what’s going on, you better start talking right the fuck now.”
It says something that Patton doesn’t even bother to chide Remus for his language. 
“It’s Roman’s lies.”
“Roman’s what now?”
“The lies Roman tells himself,” Janus says, backing toward the Imagination, “you can hear them?”
“Yeah, no shit we can hear them,” Virgil says sharply, “now what the hell do you mean, Roman’s lies?”
“Exactly that,” Janus snaps, “these are the things Roman’s mind tells itself. They’re lies and if you can hear them too we need to get to the Imagination now.”
Remus growls but does as bid, yanking open the door and shoving the others into it. They spill onto a grassy field as the door closes and disappears behind him, a shining mark appearing on Remus’s wrist where a watch would be. 
“There. I’ll know when it’s safe to go back.” He glares at Janus. “Which means you have plenty of time to explain. Now.”
Janus sighs. “Roman didn’t want to tell you.”
“A little late for that.”
“Janus,” Logan says, “please. We’re concerned about Roman’s wellbeing.”
“And if you think we won’t help, I swear to god—“
“Hey, you’re preaching to the choir here.” Janus holds his hands up. “I told Roman you’d want to help.”
“So why didn’t he believe it?”
At that, Janus glares at all of them. “I don’t know, Patton, why wouldn’t he believe it?”
“I—“
Before Patton can say anything, they hear voices down the hill. 
More specifically, they hear their voices. 
“What the…?”
Skulking down the hill reveals a small building. Remus gives them a shut-the-fuck-up-or-suffer-the-consequences look before carefully opening the door. Their eyes widen as they see a replica of their living room with all of them standing in it. 
All of them…except Roman. 
“What the hell is Princey doing here?”
Logan opens his mouth when the other Logan starts to talk instead. 
They watch as the five of them start to…apologize to each other. Making amends, voicing things they would never have the courage to say out loud, only to be accepted and validated by the others. They all end in a massive pile on the floor, Patton whispering something about family before they dissolve into nothingness. 
Silence. 
“What,” Virgil murmurs, “the fuck.”
“He wants us to…apologize to each other?” Patton looks around. “Did we—I—um—“
“Roman could do anything with Imaginary versions of us,” Logan says softly, his eyes still glued to the carpet where they’d been, “and he…he chooses to do this?”
“Janny,” Remus almost growls, “you’re being really quiet.”
“Because I’m not used to being the honest expository one,” Janus snaps, “give me a second.”
He takes a deep, slow breath. 
“Alright. I told Roman that you’d want to help him with this. He didn’t want to do it, so I suggested he practice.”
“But this isn’t him telling us shit.”
“I know that, Virgil, I just saw the same thing you did.”
“You gave Roman permission to try what he wanted,” Patton whispers in a horrified voice, “and he—he—“
“He didn’t even think of himself.” Remus’s grip tightens on his Morningstar. “Alright, where is he?”
“Sorry, I’m back,” Roman says suddenly, appearing next to them. Well, not next to them. He’s in a dark corner of the living room decidedly away from them. After a moment, he stops and scoffs at himself. “They’re not here, you idiot.”
It takes barely a second for all of them to exchange eye contact and decide what they’re going to do. 
“Okay,” Roman mumbles, mostly to himself, “let’s try this again.”
He looks up and Logan rolls his shoulders back. 
Showtime. 
“Patton,” he starts off, “I owe you an apology. It was not my intention to blame you for everything that has gone wrong in the Mindscape and it was immature of me to do so.”
“Oh, kiddo, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to be so overbearing to all of you.”
“I didn’t mean to be a jerk.” They all turn and look at Virgil. “What? I didn’t!”
“We know, sweetie,” Janus says, bumping their shoulders together, “and for what it’s worth, I didn’t either.”
“I’m sorry,” Remus blurts out, “I’m sorry I’m gross and weird and—“
“Oh, just get over here,” Virgil mutters, opening his arms, “I—oof.”
“Cat pile!”
They all quickly move to hug each other, noting that Roman doesn’t even twitch. Logan exchanges a look with Patton. Patton nods. 
“Hey, guys?”
“Mhm?”
“Yes?”
“Where’s Roman?”
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman stiffen. 
“It doesn’t seem fair that we did all this with each other,” he continues, “and Roman’s not here too.”
“You’re right.” Logan sits up. “Has anyone seen him?”
“Nah.” Virgil scruffs a hand through his hair. “And, uh, don’t tell him I said this, but I’m kinda worried.”
Remus shuffles. “Me too.”
In the corner, Roman sits up a bit. He looks down at the paper in his lap. “No, no, no, this is wrong. This isn’t supposed to happen. I—I’m not…”
He swallows. 
“…this isn’t what I scripted.”
Then Janus stands up and turns, seeing Roman’s head jerk up in surprise. He smiles softly. “There you are, sweetie.”
“No, no, no, no—“
He holds out his hand and Roman scrambles back. He raises an eyebrow. “Am I going to have to catch you?”
“Cut,” Roman mumbles as Janus starts to walk slowly toward him, “cut! That’s enough, draw the curtain, cut!”
Janus reaches out and gently wraps his arms around him. “Gotcha.”
“No—what—how—“
Janus just holds him as Roman starts to push at his chest and shoulders, growing more and more frantic. 
“No—this is wrong, you shouldn’t be—I shouldn’t be—“
“Why not, Roman?” Roman’s eyes snap to Logan. “Why shouldn’t you be comforted?”
Roman swallows. “Because—because—“
When he can’t finish the sentence, Logan raises an eyebrow and comes closer. “That doesn’t seem like a good reason.”
It’s gentle, barely even a chide, but Roman flinches as though Logan struck him. 
“Of course we’re here for you, Princey,” Virgil mumbles, “you’re…y’know, important.”
“Of course you’re important, kiddo,” Patton says even as Roman starts to mutter denials, “and it’s our fault if you don’t believe it.”
“No—no, no, this is—this is—“
“Janny, let him go.”
“What? Remus, I—“
“Let him go.” Remus gives him a nod. “Trust me.”
Janus’s chest clenches but he does as bid, carefully releasing his grip on Roman who stumbles away, falling to the floor and scooting backward. 
He doesn’t get far. 
Remus pounces on him, flattening them both to the ground as Roman yelps in surprise. He isn’t able to struggle away as Remus glares down at him. 
“...Re?”
“Hey, Roro,” Remus mutters, “you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
“…no?”
He huffs. “At least you’re honest about it.”
When Roman flinches, hard, he gentles, leaning down to rest their foreheads together. 
“Roro, why’re you being all sad by yourself? Why aren’t you letting us help you?”
“Because the real you never would,” Roman snaps, “okay? I’m…I’m just preparing for it.”
“What do you mean, the ‘real me?’”
“The version of you that exists outside the Imagination. The version of you who isn’t here right now.”
“Those are two different things, Roro.”
The moment realization crosses Roman’s face, the walls shudder. “…you’re really here?”
“Not just me,” Remus says as gently as he can. 
“You…you’re all…”
“I told you,” Janus says softly, “I told you they’d want to help.”
“Why—how—“
In response, Remus just holds up his wrist. 
“…Thomas in a funk again?”
“Mhm. Which means we’ve got time for you.”
“…do I get a say in this?”
“No,” Remus says sweetly, “you just get to be hugged.”
Before Roman can ask exactly what that means, there’s an exuberant pile of Patton on top of him as Remus flops onto his back. Virgil chuckles and there’s weight over his legs, keeping him there on the floor. He looks up at Logan who ruffles his hair and smiles, smiles at him. 
“Hello, little one,” he murmurs, “you’ve been keeping secrets, haven’t you?’
There’s no condemnation in Logan’s voice but he tears up all the same. 
“Shh, shh, sweetie,” Janus says, taking one of Roman’s hands, “it’s alright now.”
“I don’t understand—I don’t—I don’t under—understand.”
“Well,” Logan says softly, “you are suffering from years of emotional neglect and are having trouble asking and receiving support. We are currently attempting to support you as you deal with that, and as physical touch is a primary way that you allow yourself to be comforted, we are obliging.”
Janus hums and there are other various noises of agreement. 
“…but why?”
“Because you deserve to be comforted,” Janus murmurs, “and to be helped if you’re hurt.”
…but I don’t believe you. 
“That’s okay. We’ll be here until you do.”
——————
The lies don’t go away. Not quickly, not slowly. They get rarer and rarer, but they never disappear entirely. 
But that’s alright. The brain is a muscle, it has reflexes just like every other one. If it learns something young, or it learns it enough times, it will come to rely on those pathways whenever it is disturbed. It doesn’t make it wrong, it doesn’t make it bad, it doesn’t make it stupid. 
As with most things, the first thought is often what is taught. Something ingrained. Something learned. 
The second thought is what determines you. 
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ridiasfangirlings · 8 months
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In an au where Munakata adopts Fushimi, it's that day where parents visit the school to watch how their kids are doing in class. Fushimi has avoided telling Munakata anything about it as he doesn't want Munakata there. He even intercepted calls and all that but Munakata still showed up. Munakata is encouraging him from the back of the room everytime he has to answer any questions and praises him for doing tasks. "Isn't he amazing! That child is mine." Munakata tells the parent next to him.
Of course Munakata found out, as if he would overlook anything when it comes to his child XD Imagine at this point Munakata has been parenting Fushimi for long enough that Fushimi’s wariness has turned into a resigned acceptance that okay, maybe his new dad isn’t horrible like Niki, instead Munakata is exhausting in an entirely different way. When Fushimi’s teacher announces they’re going to have a special Parents Day, where all the parents come in and see how their kids are doing, initially Fushimi has no reaction because he’s had these before, he didn’t tell anyone and no one ever bothered to show up for him. But then as he’s leaving class the teacher smiles at him and says ‘remember to tell your dad about Parents Day’ (because she met Munakata when Fushimi enrolled and my such an involved parent how sweet) and Fushimi suddenly has the terrible, horrible realization that his embarrassing nerd dad will absolutely come to Parents Day and dote on him in public with no sense of shame whatsoever. 
Little Fushimi realizes he has only one choice: he must keep Munakata from finding out about Parents Day at all costs. He makes sure to destroy any flyer he’s given in class, imagine him even seeing one abandoned on the street one day when he and Munakata are out and he like dive bombs into it to grab it and throw it away before Munakata can see. He intercepts all calls from the school, reassuring his teacher that yes his dad will be there unless of course he comes down with a debilitating disease that day. Fushimi even hacks Munakata’s computer and his PDA to block any mention of Parents Day in the class parents group chat (which Munakata is absolutely an active member of).
Finally Parents Day arrives and Fushimi heads into class, all ready to tell his teacher that his dad did in fact come down with a terrifying debilitating disease and couldn’t attend. The moment he walks in though he sees Munakata sitting there at the back of the class, the very first parent to arrive, waving proudly at him as Fushimi’s just like ‘…’. For the rest of the day Fushimi has to deal with Munakata being the proudest parent, every time Fushimi answers a question or completes a math problem on the blackboard he can hear Munakata happily telling the other parents about how that amazing child is his. At lunch time Munakata sits with Fushimi to eat and Fushimi grumbles that how did Munakata even find out about this, doesn’t he have work and does he really have time to be here anyway. Munakata smiles softly and says of course he would know, attending important events for your child is a parent’s responsibility, and what work could be more valuable than that. Fushimi feels his cheeks getting red and quietly mumbles that it’s fine then, he supposes it’s okay that Munakata showed up. 
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mej2235 · 1 year
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Some Sewer Donnie thoughts about the @tmntaucompetition and @rottmnt-au-summit
Consider this my own little bit of personal propaganda to kick this off with a bang! I’m having fun messing around with this stuff XD
Sewer AU and the Foot Leo AU belong to me
Red Rover AU belongs to @red-rover-au (it’s just a mention, sorry about tagging you buddy!)
Disarmed Neon aka Neon belongs to @phoenixdeleted
Subnautica Leo aka Sub belongs to @havendoesthings
Ghost Leo belongs to @wandering-ghost
And here’s your little context note: Sewer Raph doesn’t have his name yet and is simply referred to as the ‘Big Guy’.
Donnie tapped away at their holoscreen, face carefully blank as they stared at the matchups. This preliminary round was against a worthy opponent, a universe alteration of their counterparts in dimension 12 where there were five turtles instead of four. Donnie watched as the meter slowly ticked downwards toward a loss and sighed, hand flicking it to the next image. The matchups for the other competition they would be competing in. Almost all those AUs, Donnie knew, both personally and from their many hours of multidimensional research.
Their family didn’t need to know that Donnie wanted to know if things would’ve been better if they made a different choice- if it was them instead of their two brothers.
Their results were… inconclusive.
They sighed again, smiling down at the lineup. Donnie knew they would not survive, not against the Red Rover universe, possibly quite literally. Out of their entire family, only the Big Guy could potentially hold his own against trained super soldiers and even he wouldn’t last long.
Draxum would never let them live this down.
Donnie scoffed, announcing it to the world as they skimmed through the lineup, admiring all the universes that would be brought together. They wondered how the Big Guy would react to seeing the little ghost Leo (which was not disturbing at all to think about, their brother dead at only a few years old, something that Donnie knew was almost reality in their world), Sub and Neon again. Last time they had crossed paths, it was as enemies, fighting their way out of the death trap known as the Hunger Games.
And no, Donnie did not keep a closer eye on Neon because they were longing for a parent-aged adult figure in their life. They would never.
Their hand flicked the screen to the next page, a set of images showing up. Just for research, Donnie swore to themself, ignoring how the corners of their mouth curled up as they flicked between the images. Shenanigans between all these alternate versions of them and their family, random fires, T-Posing, strawberry jam everywhere.
They stopped on an image of the Big Guy, frowning at the camera, arms crossed as Neon wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him close. The other arm was a prosthetic, curled around a strange version of Leo, Sub, who apparently came from an alien planet, with teeth attached to the metal. Neon was grinning despite himself, clearly holding the kid close with no problems, as another Leo sat on his shoulders, dressed in traditional Foot garments, the child had claimed.
Donnie didn’t know how to feel at the fact they had assumed this version of their brother had simply adapted to the Hamato Way.
It was a good photo, a happy photo.
These competitions were here for fun, nothing at stake as they could let loose and show off themselves, what made them unique and Donnie was loving every second of it. The adrenaline screaming through their veins, the overwhelming competitive desire to create, the constant interactions that made sense.
It was clear what everyone’s motive was.
They leaned back, shell hitting their Mikey’s side, allowing their younger sister to wrap and arm around them as she scritched at the Big Guy’s head, enjoying the comforting weight of their largest member. The Big Guy’s purring made Donnie want to fall asleep then and there, to nap the competitions away in the company of loved ones, but the nearby chittering changed their mind. Donnie looked up and met the eyes of their blue-clad brother that was refusing to settle on his older brother’s shell. The small slider kept walking around the spiked shell, talking the rest of the family’s ears and tympana off with those sounds.
It was honestly like watching a turtle kneed at a surface, unsatisfied with the quality of the product gifted to them.
As the turtle settled finally, draping himself over his brother’s shell and under Mikey’s hand still scritching away, allowing Donnie unlimited access to his head. The softshell huffed out a breath of air that was not a poorly disguised laugh thank you very much, lowering one arm from tapping away at the holoscreen to the more pressing matter at hand, their brother’s desire for scritches. Their other hand moved to clutch at Mikey’s arm wrapped around them and they couldn’t withhold the smile they had been hiding for so long.
This competition was an excuse to show off and bring people together, so right now, Donnie was going to show off their family and enjoy this, until they needed to be up and fighting again.
Leo cooed, melting under the touch as the family chuckled, delivering scritches to those that deserved them.
All of them deserved them.
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1iffy · 2 years
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✨Hypermarket Superstore Au✨
Basically all of them work at a superstore- something kind of like Fred Myers 💀 lots of drama happens.
(This au underminds all mythology and the LmK lore btw 💀)
Basically MK has most of the jobs no one wants 💀 Shopping cart collected, shelf restocker, grocery bagged, and he also is forced to clean the bathrooms and messes in isles as well 💀 BUT he always has a great attitude and aspires to become one of the store’s assistant managers or whatever because he needs some kind of character goal and I thought it was funny.
Funnily enough, one of the store managers is Wukong, who literally doesn’t do much at all, but still has somewhat of a good reputation lolol. MK is aspired to be as awesome as him (for whatever reason) xD
Pigsy works at the deli, and Tang is another assistant manager as well as a cashier. Tang makes announcements a lot even if they are unnecessary. He’ll literally shout out an employee’s birthday over the intercoms lmfao- Tang “wanders” of to the deli a lot to chat up Pigsy and hope to convince the pig to give him free food.
RedSon is new and works in the flower/plant area. Alone he seems super gentle and caring with the plants he takes care of and pots but when Mk begins to try and get to know him he turns out to be a little short tempered and easily flustered. They totally end up crushing over each other and all the employees know and tease Mk about it.
RedSon’s parents own the store chain 💀 go figure- he just wanted to prove himself and get his own job. He loves flowers 🥺
Chang’e works at the fucking bakery ofc-
The Mayor is a loss prevention associate. He basically watches the store through cameras and every now and then walks around the store to watch out for shoplifters or anyone else doing illegal things. He also just like to walk around, watch people, cause drama among other employees and mess with Macaque 😛
LBD is the store manager because women in suit with power hehehe.
Macaque works in the little Coffe shop (Starbucks or whatever) inside the superstore. He and Wukong are Exes or just rivals with romantic tension lmfao. Wukong randomly picks fights with Macaque and goes over to the coffee place to cause trouble or accuse Macaque of causing mischief or trouble in the store and Macaque just mocks him and sometimes flirts to fluster the other.
Mei works at the electronic/gaming department and usually chills and plays her music on the Bluetooth speakers lmfao- she’s also a vlogger and records and blogs random shot going down at the store and usually posts it 💀 (insert video of Wukong and Mac in fistfight)
Yin and Jin work at customer service for some god forsaken reason.
Nezha is kinda the angsty cashier and bagger 💀💀 , he also stocks shelves time to time. He’s tired of everyone’s shit.
Sandy works in the flower/plant area too. I was tempted to make him a barista at the coffee shop but i thought it’d be cute to see the gentle giant working with flowers and shit. He also has a cat named Mo who lives in the garden area of the store. He just showed up one day and Sandy instantly fell in love with the little guy and begged Wukong to let him keep him there. Wukong ofc let him.
I’m making Bai He Macaque’s little cousin or niece because i thought it’d be cute if he watched her when her parents were busy. She’s just chill at the coffee shop and color or watch shows, and everyone at the store loves her because she’s precious.
Demon accountant is the gal who makes sure everything is accounted for and stuff. She’s basically the inventory control specialist. Added her in for some more drama lol-
You know the cute little dragon clan attendant Mei locked in a closet that one episode? Well I’m adding her too! And she works in the seafood department because I’m evil hahaha! Anyway Mei flirts with her time to time cause why not-
Spider Queen works in the jewelers addon section of the store. She’s dramatic and a little nosy, but her and Macaque get along quite well. (They’re gossip buddies along with Chang’e 💅)
Huntsman is like a shipment guy. He gets all the weekly shipments to the certain sections of the store they need to go. He’s kinda grumpy, but has a soft spot for Bai He (who doesn’t) and also (though he won’t admit) for Sandy 😝
Syntax works in the fucking pharmacy department because DRUGS
Scorpion queen works in the clothing department. She just wants a friend 🥲
Anyway I probably forgot someone but these are the IMPORTANT peeps lol
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maramiri · 4 months
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welcome to the new home for these stinky notes. man i can tell i was just so excited to share things with ppl smh.
anyway on with the show
Officially AU from 184, and of course, some events have been shuffled around so I could shoehorn them in (detailed notes at the bottom).
Mostly Tanjirō-centric with some Muzan sprinkled in every so often. Occasional Demon Slayer(s) POV; I’mma be real with you, they can probably be skipped if you don’t give a shit about the DS goons.
First arc’s song: Valky — Any Time
Astral projection: I am a very literal/gullible reader and I accept everything I read at face value, so there might be other people like me, heh. When Muzan talks about tethers, paths, lines, astral projection, etc, he is not literally doing any of that. It’s just visuals to help him (and readers) logic his way around as he uses his telepathy to bad-touch Tanjirō’s brain.
Notes regarding going AU from CH. 184:
Deaths: Nearly everyone should have survived, albeit with varying amounts of serious and non-serious injuries. I just can’t handle the death(s) of major characters ;w; Shinobu does NOT live (I wish I could have her live, ‘cos I hecking love her, but her death was a little too hard to come back from haha. I could think of a few scenarios where she manages to scrape by, but she ultimately doesn’t add anything to the plot so I have chosen to let her death have meaning). Oh, yeah, and Tamayo is officially dead but I mean… she died this chapter.
Sequence of events (in canon): I believe Yushirō’s cat delivering the remaining Tamayo drugs, her explanation of them, and Muzan searching through her cells to find the answer, all happen around CH. 191-ish. Since I couldn’t quite clearly tell if Muzan had drugs 1-3 inside of him already and needed 4, or if he only had 1-2 inside of him and needed 3-4 from the demon cat, I decided to have him be afflicted by all four when he was first initially poisoned, and then he learns everything about them from searching Tamayo’s cells while in the forest. While some side effects do remain from a plot standpoint, I don’t think the nuances of this particular scenario will affect my plot overall. Muzan will still definitely suffer side effects as a result of these poisons, but not to their full extent. [FUTURE HILDA HERE: pretty sure I misremembered and the cat actually injected healy-boopies into the good kids, but it still doesn't matter XD]
[Humanification] Well, he obviously doesn’t become human, and he canonically neutralizes it on his own so that’s out. Added bonus: he now knows how to reverse-reverse engineer what Tamayo did, meaning he could probably humanify anyone he wants? Because that’s something Muzan would do?
[Rapid Ageing] Yep, Muzan is now a 10,000 year old vampire loli daddy. The explanation takes place later after CH184, so therefore he wouldn’t have been 10,000 until that point, but that nuance is too much for my poor brain to figure out. Sure, I could use cues from the time announcements to figure out his proper age but…
[Cannot split apart] Well, he better not get caught like that ever again in the future kek
[Cell destruction at weak points inflicted by Yoriichi] This should still affect Muzan as well, but there isn’t really anyone available with the knowledge to take advantage of this weakness. Yushirō would know and would have told the other Slayers, but Tanjirō wouldn’t know, as this knowledge becomes known in like CH194-ish. Since Muzan knows about the drugs’ effects and/or is more careful, he will likely synthesize a ‘cure’ for the drugs in due time. As of now, his body is simply regenerating the damage. So I suppose he would treat them as permanent handicaps to his ‘energy reservoirs.’ In essence, his battle power has decreased (as he has stated in the manga). For the purpose of the fic, I would say his body has ‘naturally’ fought off the second stage of the drug and is attempting to autonomously decompose the third and then fourth stage. Muzan even considered dedicating his mental capacities to dealing with it, but obviously didn’t because he judged it to not be worth his effort and is fully confident his superior god-like body will take care of it—and if it doesn’t, I mean, he has all the time in the world (again) to deal with it later. Plus, like, he needs a lab and he’s currently shacking up with Tanjirō in a hole he dug up.
THE FOREST AND CAVE: I had to flip back and forth through so many chapters to make sure I wasn’t having a fever dream. (In the manga). There is a scene where Nezuko runs through a field of rice paddies towards the city, and in the distance are some spare forests and mountains. So… [roughly applies artistic license juice into your eyes] for my nefarious purposes, it is now a dense forest with a lot of random caves.
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crispyfryenperu · 8 months
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Normal Midnight Chaos
I am sitting in my dusty bed under my dusty mosquito net in my dusty town which I at once adore and is the bain of my existence. I am listening to my host mom softly snore from across the hallway (our bedrooms have windows to the inside of the house so you can always hear everyone). I am surfing youtube and happily settle on 1989 - Taylor’s Version she announced today comes out in October. I am so excited, i can remember so clearly blaring every song with Julia Cunniffe and Antonia Campagna, we just graduated high school and thought we were so cool.
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Haven’t seen these two in a while but just know if you were once my good friend - you hold a special place in my heart. Also this Newhall race was awesome it was so rainy and so many varsity girls fell down the hill. Then they made the course easier for varsity boys xD (losers)
Today was a strange day, although not unusual. All in all a typical Peace Corps day. Unlike most midnights, I am enjoying my 25 gigabytes a month to listen to 1989 and type up a hopefully-quality-blogpost. I can’t sleep. Possibly because of the brownies I made today with Ryan. Usually sugar doesn’t affect my body but I guess I ate too many (just 5?) brownies. I’ll blame the “chocolate-flavored chips” that we use for their cheap price. Who knows what those are made of. Or maybe it’s because I drank one teaspoon of instant coffee today. Or maybe it’s because there are so many striking, beautiful moments in my days, and also so many startling, uncomfortable moments. In addition recently we had a tragedy over here in Peru.
First I’ll tell you about my day. I woke up took out my retainers and opened my door… there was my 5-month old teenage kitten meowing at me right away. Michicucho followed me as I drank some boiled water - there was no milk :/ and ate a piece of french bread with REAL BUTTER!! I made my bed (wow!) and got out some baking items. Ryan Reynolds (I recently turned in a report and didn’t realize I referred to my site partner as Ryan Reynolds in it. His last name in Lenhart.) Ryan Reynolds showed up at 9:45 am to bake some brownies - despite being in Calango almost a full year this is probably only the second time we hang out just the two of us outside of work. So we talked about Peru and Peace Corps and our expectations vs reality. We are both happy to be growing as people and learning new perspectives and ways of life. Ryan’s a great person. Despite not hanging out, I did already know that. Now Peruvian ovens are tricky - they usually don’t reach as high temperatures so you need to bake your goods for a long time. Once they were finally done it was lunch time! After I ate 5 brownies and Ryan licked the bowl, he left with most of the brownies. My host mom came home with rice, mashed potatoes, and chicken soup from the comedor popular (like a soup kitchen). I made a lemonade - I can never get the lemon to sugar ratio perfect enough for my host brother! At this point I just try my best, there isn’t more I can do. And my host mom made me a fried egg to eat with the rice and potatoes. I’ve changed in a year because I did enjoy this lunch.
  throughout the morning I was also checking in with my host mom and counterparts, because I had a meeting with the mayor at 12, but he was at a reservoir inauguration so i had to wait for him and my counterparts to return. After lunch (2 pm) I went to the municipality to wait for them. Finally I was able to present my community project at about 4 or 4:30 pm. Unfortunately, they are stressed, busy, and understaffed, so I was rushed through my presentation. My counterparts weren’t able to come because they had other work to do, in the room nextdoor, as well as because the timing was so impromptu. But the project was accepted. I mean, I’ll be applying to a Peace Corps grant, so who wouldn’t accept free outside money.  Then I tried to have a small meeting with my counterparts to assign some responsibilities in the project and agree on a timeline. But it’s pretty much iMPOSSIBLE to get even 3 of them in the same room for more than 7 minutes. Then I walked 30 seconds to one of my friends house’s to bs about work and life. We walked up towards a bakery by my house to drown my sorrows in some warm french bread. Then I came home, managed to open my front door with the key - We recently changed the lock and I haven’t been able to open it all week. I shared brownies with my host mom and brother, held my crazy cat, and watched my favorite tv show Al Fondo Hay Sitio. But in Al Fondo Hay Sitio there are some really idiotic characters, and today showcased characters who were racist or classist. So it was making me angry. Then I spoke with my creative and lovely friends Alex and Carmen on googlemeet (weird), and finally to my parents! Even though family can be so frustrating sometimes, FaceTiming my parents always brings me joy. Thanks guys, I miss you.
I put my laptop and myself under my thick blankets in case my typing is bothering my host mom. It’s now 12:41 am. Fortunately most people in Peru are very used to loud noise all over the place. So I’m probably fine. Actually the difference in acceptable public loudness in Peru is one thing that I … hate. 
Everything I did today was pretty trivial, so why did I bother sharing it? Well, it just had so many moments of joy and hope. and so many moments of frustration, sadness, or anger. I think it all felt exaggerated in my mind due to the fake-chocolate-drugged brownies (am I old or allergic?)  Regardless, I finally felt today that my community project makes sense. All of the puzzle pieces came together. But there is also so little support for it. The people I am looking for don’t have a lot of time to give me. I can’t blame them for not wanting to do extra work which isn’t even in their job description. 
I was going to talk about TRAGEDY in this post but it’s already a post on it’s own! Looks like that’ll be coming up. Don’t worry, I’m perfectly okay. And so is everyone I love. 
12:57 am. Hopefully now I can sleep deeply.
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worstloki · 3 years
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omg WAIT we really never saw him sleep since he was arrested 👀 which means he hasn't slept after the battle which means he probably hasn't slept since he was kidnapped by thanos which means he hasn't slept in maybe years.???
I think saying he didn’t sleep during the invasion could be an assumption that makes sense to make since we’re shown what he’s doing at many time intervals, but you can’t say the same during his time at Thanos. Pretty sure he sleeps, we just haven’t been shown him doing it before, the closest thing was proving he could be knocked out (thanks Val)
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Hello! This is a funny yet cute thought that came to mind but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Nowdateables reacting to an Mc that was actually pregnant throughout the program?
She wasn’t showing at first but as the months go by, her stomach is larger as well as her noticeably odd cravings and waddle. So when asked who the dad is or if it happened through the program, she’s like “I was already pregnant and there is no father, I’m inseminated. I’ve always wanted to be a Mom.”
As her stomach shows, she doesn’t mind letting the boys touch her stomach and feel the kicks, attend baby checkups with her, etc. Until God forbid being with her when her water breaks and she goes into labor during RAD or at one of Diavolo’s parties. It’s up to you if you want this to be romantic (For the Brothers + Datables w/o Luke to see the baby as their own child) or platonic for all of them and be protective uncles + Brother to the child.
I debated not doing this one. Not because I didn’t like it, but because I was nervous about all the Obey me baby requests I’m probably gonna get now. LOLOLOLOL XD
Obey me Boys + Pregnant!MC
Lucifer
Disappointed in himself for not knowing about this before hand. It should have been in your file, but he also should have done his due diligence in vetting you.
Once he’s made aware, he takes great care to make sure you’re taken care of.
No highly strenuous activities. No stress. Well balanced meals and soft surroundings.
Schedules and goes to all your doctor’s appointments with you. Takes notes.
Has a trust set up for you & the baby to make sure you’re taken care of for the rest of your lives
Nervous about holding the baby at first, after it’s born, but gets used to it.
Mammon
Shocked when you first tell him, and scared
He’s “Baka-mon” after all. He doesn’t want to accidently hurt you or the baby.
Works really hard to be better for the both of you. No more yelling. No more gambling or late nights. He does all his work on time and some of yours too.
Loves to rest his head on your stomach and feel the baby move.
100% the one that gets the an expensive crib, designer clothes, and a Waterford crystal bear for the baby when it’s born.
Wants the baby to call him “Uncle Mammon” when they can talk. If not Dad
Levi
Nervous. What’s he gonna do with a baby?? Or a pregnant MC???
Tries to stay away from you as much as possible. Something he feels bad about, but he’s just scared of doing something wrong.
Also, not gonna lie, he’s a little jealous that you’re having someone else’s baby. Even if it is from a donor. (avatar of envy ladies and gentleman)
Reads a lot of Slice of Life family manga to be more prepared and in tune with this new ‘family friendly’ genre he’s found himself in
Puts his headphones on your stomach and plays music for the baby, because he read that they can hear it
Nicknames the baby ‘chibi-chan’ after they are born, because they are so small
Satan
Not sure why you were keeping it a secret, or agreed to come to the Devildom if you were pregnant, but handles the news rather well.
Immediately looks into every book on the subject. ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’, pregnancy health books, child rearing.
He wants to be informed so he can help you with this process
Makes all your favorites when he’s on kitchen duty. Takes over your days so you can rest more
Incredibly impressed with how well your managing being pregnant, school, and well.....them all at the same time.
Buys every children's book he comes across for the baby when he sees them. They’ll have a library as big as his by the time they can read.
Asmo
Actually really loves babies. They are the product of love, which he is all for. And they’re so cuuuuute!
Immediately offers to take you maternity clothes shopping. Every time you need new clothes.
Decorates your room and the nursery for the baby so it’s a warm, inviting space for the both of you.
Always ready to pamper or give the expecting mother a spa day when she needs it
Desperately tries to have their first word be “Asmo”
Beel
He’s very happy for you. If this is what you want, and you’re following your dream, he’s happy for you and to help wherever he can
King of the weird food craving brigade. He’ll bring you whatever you want, any time you want. He’s probably hungry too anyway
Extremely protective of you. He was already, but now that he knows you have a defenseless life in your body he’ll do anything to keep you safe.
Often decides that walking is too strenuous for you, and carries you around school or House of Lamentation
Best baby sitter. I voted. No take backs.
Belphie
Not the biggest fan of the news.
Babies are loud, and need a lot of attention. And he’s the baby of the family so there can’t be two of them
Tries to be supportive, but it is a struggle for him. I mean...there’s nothing he can do so might as well get on board.
Gives you one of his old blankets to have as the baby blanket. It’s very sentimental
When the baby is born, his attitude changes. He’ll murder anyone who gets too close to the baby or even look at them too long. He’s like one of those cats that curl up with newborns and swat at anyone that gets too close while they are sleeping.
Solomon
Surprised to hear that you are pregnant, but wishes you well all the same
He’s not exactly thrilled you’re having another man’s baby. But you made the decision before you met, so what’s done is done.
Mixes you up a lot of morning sickness relief and joint pain potions to help with your pregnancy
Creates an ever lasting, floating mobile of stars for the baby’s room. Along with protection spells out the wazoo
Decides he will make the baby his new apprentice in magic. When they’re older.
Simeon
Elated to hear the good news!
A new precious life in the world. What could be better than that?
Always ready to help with anything you need. Shopping, cooking, helping to relax, or even just to talk, he’s there
First to buy the baby there own Baby Book, to record all it’s precious first moments and photographs
Petitions on high to be the child’s official Guardian Angel
Luke
He obviously has no experience with this, so he’s interested in where babies come from
Also eager to help. He’s always been the youngest angel, so he’s never had the opportunity to help care for someone else. He really likes the idea of being a ‘big brother’ figure.
Asks a lot of questions. Like....a lot of questions.
Bakes a lot of sweets for you so you can be happy and make sure you’re eating properly
FINALLY! He’s not the smallest anymore!!
Diavolo
Thinks it’s wonderful!
Children are the future. Plus, he is fascinated by human breeding. (not in a creepy way just as a general interest in all things human)
Loves seeing your body grow and change throughout your pregnancy. Is always eager to touch your stomach
Anything you need is yours. Diavolo personally sees to it
Calls your child his little ‘prince or princess’. No matter if you’re romantically involved or not.
Barbatos
Given that he can see the future, he knew that you were pregnant before you told anyone
Puts you on a strict regiment of healthy foods & diet once, you’ve announced it, to make sure you’re getting proper nutrition
Also sneaks in some sweets now & then. He’s a demon, not a monster.
Handles everything from setting doctors appointments to getting the nursery organized for the baby’s arrival
His life’s mission is to make sure you and the baby are cared for. Next to his prince, you two are his top priority now.
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I read the extensive play by play of the ‘spn rewatch’ podcast by @canonicallysoulmates (Thank you for that by the way).
I’m not surprised that R2 are attempting to create yet another spn connected thing.  Not surprised that it’s messy af either.
First, why are they calling it a rewatch?  Neither of them have seen most of these episodes before and they know almost nothing about them.  From basic story to bts information.  
Not only that, they’re not watching the episodes and discussing them.  They’re doing a mostly scripted presentation about them.  What’s the point of that?  If I want that I’ll ask someone who was there at the time or I’ll just read some of the mountains of info that already exist on the subject.
Then they’ve got this heller as a ‘writer’ for their little thing.  If they’d taken five bloody seconds to vet her they’d have realized she’s probably the worst person they could have hired for the job.  (although I’m sure she was right there telling them why she was the best person and they just believed her because she kissed their a**es)
This girl has p*ssed off every fandom group at one time or another between her f’d up d/c shipper bs, her bad faith takes on every episode, and her plagiarism.  I don’t think they could have found a WORSE person to write for them.  
So R2 managed to begin their project with at least two thirds of a remaining fandom already firmly against it.  Good job guys.  The ackles should hire them to help with that prequel.  They’ve got the same flare for bad decisions. 
Speaking of that prequel mess, it did make me realize that if the project doesn’t include Jared, I’m not interested.  Especially now when too many of those randoms seem really happy about deliberately excluding the guy.  As if their lack of employment is somehow his fault?  That’s the impression I get.   Like because he didn’t carry the entire cast and crew with him on his back to the next show he’s somehow to blame for everything that has happened to them since. I just don’t get where all the hate is coming from.
The craziness post SPN has started me thinking about deleting and moving on myself but there are a lot of people who I follow that I would really miss.  I like them and the things they post.  I enjoy reading their takes and seeing their art.  I just wish the fandom wasn’t so fractious, but I guess it’s always been that way to some extent.  
Speaking of... can’t wait until the CW announces it’s new shows etc.  That’ll be the next fandom explosion.  That should be funny. XD
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hypnoswrites · 3 years
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Arrival
Todou x gn! Reader
This was in my drafts cuz sha and i talked about this and i didnt feel like posting it then, but since i wanna post something today i’ll just post this. pls dont send me asks about this piece i dont wanna talk about it xD
Warnings: established relationship, toxic relationship, todou is a bit weird/deviant, obsessive! Todou, nsfw/pwp (though purely on Todou’s part)
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"Please, please, please, baby, i'm begging you-" Drool ran down his chin, his cheeks stained with tears and his head shaking against the binds you'd put him in. You held the ball gag with the tips of your fingers, not wanting to touch the saliva drenched object with anymore skin than was necessary. "Baby? Baby, you there? Please, please, please, aaaah, babyyyy, please."
"I'm here." You replied, feeling bad for the state you put him in. You'd just wanted to go grocery shopping for a bit, catch up with a friend, and with Todou being as insatiable as he was, you'd figured leaving him like this would get him off your back for at least a little. It might have been a tad too cruel, especially since you accidentally left the pump enveloping his dick on one of the highest settings, rubbing and draining Todou of every last bit of fluid he could manage. The reservoir was almost completely filled by the time you got home and ungagged him. "I'm sorry... I lost track of time... I didn't mean to, uh, leave you like this."
The pump made a god awful sound, the suction creating a wet clicking noise that made you turn up your nose, though that could also be the smell. Besides sucking his cock, it also buzzed against the skin and rubbed small silicon bumps against the shaft. If that wasn't enough there was also a small clasp that went around Todou's sizeable balls, massaging them gently.
To say he was overstimulated was probably an understatement.
You'd expected him to break the handcuffs as soon as he'd had his fun, so to find him still in the exact same position tied to the bed, you wondered what went wrong. He could break steel, easily, so why did these fur-lined handcuffs suddenly stop his entire bulk from escaping? By now, it should hurt tremendously right?
There was a lot about Todou that just didn't make sense.
The second you announced your presence, his whining got louder, pleas for you to help him growing louder and louder. His skin was shining with sweat, which you could see had rubbed down on the bedsheets. "You're here, oh thank god, aaah, please baby, I've been good, right? You can help me now?"
Ah, so he'd stayed in place because he thought you wanted him to. That made you feel even worse.
"I'll turn it off now."
You pulled the plug connected to the toy out of the socket, still horrified Todou had this in his possession, though you felt that way with a lot of his purchases. Fuck-machines, vibrators, cock rings, anal beads, butt plugs, strap-ons and all other sorts of debauched objects all resided neatly in a hidden cabinet in the sorcerers closet.
You'd gotten rather familiar with each and every single one of the items, though mostly against your will.
The moment it turned off, you heard Todou make a noise of relief, though it might as well have been a sob. The blindfold was still on, but he still moved his head up, able to follow your movements even without sight. "Thank you, thank you, I knew you wouldn't leave me like that."
"I'm sorry I took as long as I did." It felt right to apologize, especially since his tear stained and reddened cheeks made you feel like pure shit. Todou was a menace, but you might've went too far here. You pulled the pump off, the man bound to the table wincing as you did so. "It... wasn't nice of me."
To your absolute surprise, Todou's girthy dick didn't flop down, spent, as you pulled the pump off, instead it was as hard as it had been when you put it on, twitching violently.
"It's fine, baby, I don't mind." He said excitedly, his voice holding a tinge of impatience. He licked his lips. "Just ride me and I'll forgive you, fuck, please just fuck me."
"Wait, what?!" Why did he still want to fuck you? He'd been crying when you came in, drooling all over his gag, he couldn't possibly still be horny right? "You're still not done? Doesn't it hurt?"
"It does hurt!" He whined, his hips thrusting up into nothing, his dick leaking pre-cum as he desperately made the motions. "It just kept on sucking and I couldn't help but cum, and it hurt so bad but it ain't enough, it ain't enough. I need to fill you up baby, please? I don't need the pump anymore, just need you, need to fill you up."
How was this man still hard?! You'd been gone for two hours, the machine draining him non-stop and he still found the energy to want to fuck you even after all that?! His desperate whining and thrusting proved you right in your assessment this afternoon: if you hadn't put him in this position, you wouldn't have gotten anything done.
Your relationship had been odd from the start, especially since you couldn't exactly remember agreeing to it, but it had been fine at first. He brought you flowers, took you out, made you dinner. It had all been kind of nice, when you ignored that he was a massive creep that stalked you day and night.
The moment sex had been introduced to your relationship, something had snapped within the muscled sorcerer, as suddenly every free moment spent alone with you was filled with him attempting to fuck you. He still did the romantic gestures, sure, but if you'd even slightly touch him in gratitude, you were bent over the nearest surface and pounded into next week.
He was like a bunny, absolutely insatiable. Today had been your first shared free day in weeks, and you knew it would be spent with nothing but sex if you didn't put a stop to it. You had things to do after all. Putting him in this contraption and leaving him was a rather extreme idea, but you couldn't just tell him no and go away. He wouldn't accept that.
Tricking him into thinking it was something kinky and blindfolding him so you could leave was underhanded, but apparently necessary if you wanted to do anything.
Still, for him to still be hard after two hours of continuous orgasming was impressive and terrifying at the same time, and you didn't really know what to do right now. While you did feel at least slightly horny watching Todou writhe and hump the air, you'd just recovered from the last time he'd stretched you out and your legs wouldn't agree with your decision to sink yourself on his cock right now.
"I have class in a bit, I can't." You lied, the reality of you not feeling up to riding the muscled man tied to your bed not something you could tell Todou. "...Do you want me to put the pump back or something?"
"No! Noooo! Baby, don't do that to me." He cried out, desperation to get used clear in his voice and body language. "Just ride me for a bit, okay? I just need to cum a few times. Class can wait. It can all wait. I can't."
Despite the fact that having class was a lie, you still felt irritated how easily he was disregarding your plans. "I can put the pump back or I can let you go, if you have anything better to do. What do you want?"
Todou looked at you through the blindfold and frowned, a tinge of anger shining through his tensed jaw and the way he struggled against the bonds. "If you let me go I'll fuck you, I need to. Either sit on my dick or let me bend you over, I don't care, I just need to fill you up, baby."
You frowned right back, and decided to be a bit mean, especially since he was being such a bitch. "The pump it is."
His frown turned into a saddened pout.
"Baby, noooo! Please, please, I just need you-" you interrupted his begging by putting the gag back into place. He struggled against his bonds but didn't break them, despite both of you knowing he could very well do so. It meant you weren't completely being unfair, as he could escape anytime he wanted to. It meant that he was still enjoying this-
-which was probably worse.
You placed the pump back on his dick and put the plug back in the socket, turning on one of the highest settings. Immediately the device began making squelching sounds again, and Todou shuddered as he thrust up, his abused dick once again getting milked by the device.
To maybe speed along the process of wearing him out, so the next time you removed the gag he would just sit with you and watch a movie instead of hump against your leg, you grabbed a small vibrator from his box.
Lubing it up with strawberry flavored lube, you moved to his legs and lifted them up, which he allowed you to do so, hoping you would perhaps change your mind. You let your fingers spread his cheeks, encouraged by the desperate whimpers above you, lining up the toy with Todou's entrance.
Slowly pushing the small lubed vibrator into his ass, you chuckled a bit as Todou immediately shuddered again, the reservoir on the pump holding his cum filling up just a tad more.
As you left the room, intending to just chill for a while, you tried to ignore the sounds Todou made through the gag and hoped he would be back to normal soon.
You wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't.
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belliesandburps · 3 years
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Our Favorites Handling Bellyaches
I imagine that a lot of our favorites tend to deal with indigestion in very different ways, which can lead to amusing and appealing scenarios.  And since folks tend to enjoy these posts most, figured I’d whip up a new one for y’all.  :P
And for the sake of not going insane, I’ll keep it to one character per series:
Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland):  Leona has a really strong stomach and canonically stuffs himself constantly.  A full belly tends to just make him really sleepy.  But every once in a while, given his love of exotic, expensive foods, Leona eats something that doesn’t agree with his stomach.  This usually kills his ravenous appetite and leaves his usually concave, slightly toned stomach looking a little puffed out and gurgling deeply.  When this happens, Leona will hiss to himself with a mildly strained and annoyed look on his face, really firmly rubbing his belly with one hand; firm enough that he’s riding his shirt up and exposing his tanned middle while his fingers really dig into it to settle it down, hissing about his indigestion being a huge pain in his ass, as always.  He’ll give a few guttural burps, trying to ease as much pressure in his belly as he can, but they tend to get more rumbly and wet-sounding if he’s feeling mildly nauseous, which don’t bring him any relief.  And if he’s letting a few out in a row, Leona may end up burping so hard that his throat hitches, and he immediately clamps his mouth shut, as if he’s about to throw up.  It eventually passes, but that’s the telltale sign that he’s gotta ease up.  Fortunately, if the Prefect catches him pretending his gut isn’t bothering him, they’ll start rubbing his burbling belly which never fails to calm it down.  He’ll groan about how Herbivores are good for something besides eating, and give a familiar ‘rumble’ in his chest that, if the Prefect ever uttered a word to anyone else about...would be the death of them.  Fortunately, if they relax Leona enough, he’ll be too busy catching a much needed catnap to maim them.  On the veeeeery rare instance where Leona DOES eat too much, his belly will be spiling out to the point where it’s completely hiking up his shirt and forcing him to spread his thighs apart because that’s how much food it will take to actually give Leona a bellyache.  In that instance, Leona will be groaning miserably and punctuating his fullness by burping so forcefully that the ground itself feels like it quivers.  When he’s that full and feeling his belly churning so hard it hurts, Leona will groggily call out to whoever he can, be it the Prefect or Ruggie, whoever gets to him fastest.  Then he’ll demand they rub his belly or he’ll swallow them whole the first chance he gets.  Ruggie tends to get cheeky and when he does, Leona shuts that shit down by grabbing him by the throat and burping enormously in Ruggie’s face, leaving Ruggie coughing while Leona growls that he can still make room for dessert.
Katsuki Bakugou (My Hero Academia):  Bakugou canonically loves extra spicy food, downs a lot of soda and tends to eat very ravenously.  He’s smart enough to know his limits, but he’s a stubborn lil timebomb sometimes, and will always eat past his limits to spite anyone who ever said he couldn’t.  And that usually leaves him groaning miserably while his bulging, churning belly groans intensely from being so abused.  When he’s overstuffed and suffering indigestion, Bakugou will slump back in his seat miserably, tug his tanktop up and firmly run his hands up and down his bloated middle, hoping to ease the cramps in his stomach lining.  While rubbing, Bakugou will press down on his belly and work up some really deep, throaty belches.  These are really thick, hefty sounding burps that give him a sliver of relief, until he eventually slaps his belly as hard as he can and burps so loudly that you’d swear there was an earthquake.  And THOSE monsters always leave his toes curling and his head lulled back with a loud, relieved moan and a satisfied pat to his taut, rounded belly.  If he ate something that didn’t agree with him, then like Leona, Bakugou’s abs thin out and get very mildly bloated and feel like they’re vibrating with how hard his belly churns.  Bakugou gets even pissier than usual, snapping at people to fuck off, but groaning miserably the whole while.  He’ll knead into his gut firmly, always tugging his shirt up and exposing his bare belly while he tries to circulate the gas up with his firm touch.  Bakugou always tries to burp out the nausea, desperate to work up the biggest belch he can to bring some desperately needed relief.  He’ll slap his exposed belly repeatedly until the gas comes out forcefully, or gulp down air to belch on command, which he can do loud enough to give some relief.  But on rare occasions, he’s burped too hard and ended up vomiting profusely instead.  He always gets really angry if that happens and threatens to explode the living shit out of anyone who looks down on him for throwing up.
William James Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot):  William has a pretty strong stomach, because everything about him is measured and disciplined.  And he has nerves of absolute steel, which means anxiety never becomes a factor.  However, William is no stranger to vices.  He’s quite partial to sweets and though he isn’t a heavy drinker the way Sebastian is, anytime he and Sherlock go out to the pub, Liam can’t help but get competitive with his soulmate.  Or he eats something exotic that simply doesn’t agree with him.  If he drinks too much, William actually ends up getting the hiccups.  One of the only times Sherlock has ever seen his beloved Liam blush was when a loud, high-pitched *HIC!!!* erupted from the young mathematicians mouth, leaving him covering his lips with slightly widened eyes.  After that, William tries to keep his hiccuping stifled with his mouth closed.  This causes his stomach to jerk around a lot, which doesn’t sit well for the poor red-eyed devil, especially if he’s got a belly full of beer, sloshing around inside the organ heavily.  That can lead to some hiccups turning into deep “hiccurrrrps” instead, which rumble in his mouth audibly.  Anytime he muffles a belch in his mouth brought on by all the spasms, William will excuse himself under his breath, and try to hold said breath so the hiccup-fits pass, subtly massaging his stomach or throat if he’s hiccuping too much.  If he just ate something that didn’t agree with him, William’s mask-like face won’t give much away.  He’ll still appear blank, even smiling at you as needed.  But if you look carefully, you’ll see beads of sweat forming from how badly his stomach is aching.  The gurgles it gives aren’t loud, but they’re forceful.  He’ll carry on like nothing’s wrong, and when no one is looking, subtly use his fingertips to knead circles into his belly to try and settle it down.  Or he’ll turn to some of Louis’ much-needed tea to try and settle his gut.  If Louis hears Brother William comment on his stomach giving him grief, he’ll take it upon himself to rub William’s belly to make it feel better (not in "that” way because...hell-fuck-no).  If SHERLOCK hears William comment on a bit of indigestion, he’ll have more fun with it, unbuttoning Liam’s shirt and exposing his lean stomach as they sit down together in private with Sherlock rubbing Liam’s belly sensually and occasionally resting his ear against William’s warm stomach, listening to it gurgle and making some analytical comments on the sounds and what it says about Liam.  Sherlock is surprisingly delicate when rubbing Liam’s belly, but he’s got a cheeky side, so he’ll occasionally knead a little harder and get William muffling a much deeper belch so he can tease him.  William will get back at him by smiling and very gently asserting that Sherlock must have some kind of fetish, getting him sputtering, and William back in control as always.  :P
Natsu Dragneel (Fairy Tail):  Of all the characters on this list, Natsu’s the one we’ve canonically seen suffering from bellyaches the most.  He gets them from motion sickness, and can get them from eating way too much.  If he’s feeling nauseous because he’s on a train or a caravan, his abs puff out slightly, but of the bunch, Natsu is the most overt and crippled by his aching belly.  Whereas Leona is annoyed, William is subtle and Bakugou is really gassy, Natsu is groaning miserably, green in the gills, and puffing out his cheeks like he’s on the verge of vomiting at any moment.  He’ll whine and whimper pitifully, begging Lucy for belly rubs, and she’ll always give it to him, unable to say no...aaaaaaaand not wanting to see him puke his guts out.  XD  He’ll rest his spiky head on Lucy’s shoulder, huffing breathlessly while she very carefully navigates his abs with her fingertips, kneading and caressing that rock-hard belly while he groans, both in pain AND in pleasure.  But from time to time, he gets a really bad stomachache from just eating WAY too much.  In doing so, he’s sporting a huge, jiggling gut which sloshes heavily with every step he takes, since the fire in his belly works down his meals way faster than an average person.  He’ll announce how overstuffed he is with a giant belch, and a miserable groan.  Like the first instance, Natsu will be whining at Lucy to rub his belly, but it’s punctuated by his glutted belly churning noisily and Natsu occasionally interrupting himself with an incredibly deep and throaty burp.  Lucy has taken to rubbing Natsu’s belly outside of her apartment when it’s REALLY noisy, because that gurgling tends to mean there’s a lot of gas festering inside, and what she’s taken to doing is pressing against Natsu’s belly until he unleashes a HUGE, fiery belch...and she’ll keep pressing into Natsu’s belly, making him burp and again as the plume of fire grows weaker each time, until eventually, he’s just burping up smoke.  That tends to give Natsu some MUCH needed relief, which leaves him more docile as he slumps back and eventually dozes off.  But Luce is NOT letting that fiery ditz burn her roof down again...
Killer Croc (Batman):  Croc‘s canonically a huge glutton and canonically very prone to nausea. He doesn’t do well with heights at all, and on multiple occasions, has eaten things which don’t agree with his scaly gut one iota.  If it’s a height thing, then unfortunately, Croc’s inevitably gonna puke.  There hasn’t been a single instance where Croc complains about not feeling so hot in the comics where he DIDN’T throw up.  In the comics, he tends to burp wetly a few times first, but that eventually leads to him throwing up violently, and a few times in a row...which Harley certainly has a field day with.  If he ate something that isn’t sitting right, Croc will let out a really throaty burp and cover his mouth after, worried that he’s on the verge of puking because he can taste whatever he just ate on his burp, or complains that something came up with that one.  In these instances, if someone rubs Croc’s belly, they can settle it down and keep him from spewing.  Whenever Croc’s got something not sitting right, it’s usually not the only thing he’s eaten, meaning his gut is probably pretty bloated. I love to imagine Croc with a paunchy, doughy belly (thanks to a certain @horriblehooter) but his scaly stomach will still look visibly distended, and be pushing his pants down a little.  So when someone rubs Croc’s belly, their fingers will sink into his bellyfat a little while they run their hands up and down that scaly gut and knead into it.  This will get Croc groaning pleasurably, giving a rumble in his chest not unlike Leona’s, just way more beastly in nature.  The rubbing will occasionally work up a beefy belch, and if that person really presses into Croc’s belly, he’ll let loose a HUGE burp that gets the ground itself almost rattling.  But those will give Croc some MUCH needed relief...aaaaaand more than likely cause him to belch up the remnants of his last meal, usually their bones...
Gilbert Nightray (Pandora Hearts):  Gil’s definitely the sort to suffer from indigestion the most.   He gets the most worked up out of anyone within Pandora, aaaand he’s kind of the whiniest (one of many reasons why I love this unwitting cinnamon bun).  Usually, it’s because he’s eaten too much, drank too much, or because he’s just too worked up to the point where he’s given himself a stomachache.  We saw in that fluff episode, Gilbert gets the hiccups pretty frequently when he’s drunk, and if he drank too much, poor Gil’s gonna be a hiccuping mess which is eventually gonna lead to him crawling on the ground, cradling his stomach and hiccuping / whimpering pitifully, before he starts crying and whining that he’s a huge lightweight...which he is.  If he ate too much, Gil’s stomach doesn’t get nearly as big as anyone else on this list.  He’s the sort who, at his worst, gets a really tight and taut bloat that presses his belly out and feels really heavy for him.  That leaves him wincing in pain and sweating bullets as Gil tries to massaging his aching belly, and insisting he doesn’t need any help.  But Oz being Oz, he’ll immediately plant his hands on Gil’s belly and start rubbing, which will leave Gil blushing furiously, and looking away to try and mask how good it feels.  But because Oz is also something of a troll, he’ll wait until Gil is in the middle of saying something then press on his belly so Gil ends up accidentally burping mid-conversation, or even accidentally burping part of his sentence out, which always leaves him mortified while Alice scoffs and says she could top those in her sleep.  If he’s got an anxiety-induced stomachache, Gil occasionally tries smoking to calm his nerves, but with his gut giving him grief, that tends to make it worse, and leaves him coughing up a bunch of smoke comically.  On occasion, Oz still rubs Gil’s stomach to try and settle it and offering words that will ease Gil’s anxieties.  This will always soften Gil up and leave him trying his best not to get sappy with his young master and best friend-o.  :P
Cloud Strife (FFVII Remake):  Cloud’s canonically got a weak stomach, especially when it comes to motion sickness.  Him riding Chocobos will leave him cradling his stomach and lurching miserably.  And in the process of getting nauseous, Cloud will get really wet burps that gurgle up his throat so hard he covers his mouth and lurches like he’s trying so desperately hard not to throw up on the spot.  He’s like Natsu, in that he’s very weak to indigestion, groaning and burping too much to even really talk at all, mumbling that his stomach hurts really badly.  Someone rubbing his back or rubbing his belly will settle him down, but only if the ride is over.  If he’s already nauseous and still has more of a trip to go, he either needs a really long break, or he’s gonna eventually throw up.  Ironically, he can pack it away like a champ, but is still prone to eating too much from time to time as well.  In those instances, someone settling up close and leaning against him to rub his belly will make all the difference in the world.  Because Cloud is your stereotypical loner, but he’s also quite starved for physical affection and contact.  Rubbing his belly will circulate gas up, but Cloud will turn his head and muffle any burps he feels rumbling up his throat, unless he REALLY needs to get it out, in which case...brace yourself.  ;)
Link (LoZ: Breath of the Wild):  Link‘s now a canonical glutton and I love that.  He’s also canonically prone to getting some serious indigestion brought on by experimental cooking gone horribly wrong.  Link will eat freakin’ ANYTHING now, and I love it.  I freakin’ LOVE it.  But that also means he eats things that are just awful.  And when he does, Link is a miserable mess, slumped over, groaning and burping while cradling his aching belly, which is pooching out beneath his tunic because the glutton of time knew what he was eating was awful...and still ate ALL of it.  Some potions will help settle Link’s stomach in instances like that.  Or he’ll ride it out and let a warm campfire bake near his belly to settle it.  Zelda, often times, will delicately slip her hand underneath Link’s tunic and shirt and start rubbing his belly from beneath the tunic to calm it more directly.  And whenever he gets a belly rub, Link has the most adorably docile smile on his face as he hums and leans in to Zelda’s touch.
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Kanan's death and Ahsoka's resurrection, part one: I've already written way too much
This is in response to an anonymous ask I received, which reads as follows:
"I would love to read your post or your thoughts about Filoni killing Kanan and resurrecting Ashoka! Especially now with the retcons in the Bad Batch"
This poor anon had no idea what they were getting themselves into. Well, without further ado, here's the first part of what will hopefully not end up being ten billion words on this subject. My apologies to your eyeballs, but remember:
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Before I get into things, I just want y'all to know that I’ve read and watched a LOT of Filoni's (we'll just call him 'DF' for the sake of brevity) interviews about Rebels (SWR) and The Clone Wars (TCW), so even though I do a fair amount of speculating, it’s not coming from an uninformed place (and I will cite the sources if I can find them again). I also want to say that, regardless of how it might appear, I don’t hate the guy. I was pretty deeply disappointed by many of the decisions he made in SWR season 4 (S4) because, for the most part, I enthusiastically loved the first three seasons- and he was responsible for a lot of that material. He’s a creative guy, and clearly a solid director in the animated medium. But, like his mentor, I think he has difficulty with follow-through and executing his ideas, and his story crafting is...well, it’s weird. It holds together pretty well until you take a deeper look at it, and then it kind of starts to unravel a little bit. That’s not always the case- like I said, the first three seasons were relatively solid- but it’s definitely the case for season 4.
So...one thing I’ve long suspected about S4 is that it wasn’t necessarily intended to be the final season. At first, I suspected that because it seemed rushed and sort of...slapdash. Later, when TCW season 7 was announced, I started wondering if that was why Rebels ended on season 4- because DF had finally been offered the opportunity to finish the one thing he’d said he really wanted to finish. I mean, it could have been multiple reasons, sure- but, regardless, I don’t buy that it was intended to end on season 4. DF being offered the chance to do TCW S7 is a plausible reason for the early demise of Rebels, and here’s another reason why: Disney Streaming Services became a thing in 2015. So the creation of Disney Plus was already well underway while season 2 of Rebels was airing on Disney XD- and no doubt they wanted a known title to kick off the service with- hence TCW.
Another reason I suspect TCW S7 is the culprit is because EK Johnston said in an interview that she was asked not to write about the siege of Mandalore in Ahsoka- she said that, unbeknownst to her, it was because it was already being worked on. Ahsoka was released in October 2016.
It’s also entirely possible that Disney/LFL had also asked him to start working on a live-action series with Favreau, who he’d already known for years because of Favreau’s voice work on TCW. It makes perfect sense that they would have wanted another Star Wars show, a live-action show, to bring in subscribers for their brand new service. A lot of fans think DF has been totally fine sticking to his little animated corner of the galaxy far, far away, but I disagree. By his own admission, he’s been interested in doing live-action since working with Lucas on TCW, and I bet when he got the shot at it, he took it- perhaps at the expense of his own show (source: https://starwarsthoughts.com/2020/12/23/like-dave-filoni-as-a-live-action-director-thank-george-lucas-kathy-kennedy-and-rian-johnson/)
The reason I’m bringing all this up is that, as I mentioned and will get into more in a minute, season 4 was...not super well-constructed. Going into it, DF said in an interview that they knew where it was going, but not how they would get there. That’s kind of a storytelling “uh oh” right there- every writer worth their salt knows that the characters drive the plot, not the other way around. If you start off knowing how a story will end but not how the characters reach that point, and you’re not very careful, you can end up with a situation where the plot is driving the actions of the characters- you’re just maneuvering them into the places they need to be to get to the next pivotal thing that happens. And I think that’s exactly what went down with season 4.
So, what the hell does all this have to do with Kanan’s death and Ahsoka? Everything! I think DF probably went into season 4 knowing at least few things for sure:
He wanted to bring Ahsoka back
Ezra was going to do what he did with the purrgil to get rid of Thrawn, because Thrawn couldn't be in the GFFA during the OT era
Kanan’s existence had to be dealt with prior to the OT era
DF insisted, many times, that his decision to kill Kanan had nothing to do with what Yoda said to Luke at the end of RotJ- “the last of the Jedi you will be”. I don’t particularly buy this- aside from the fact that the lady doth protested way too much, methinks, it was also a legitimate concern to have to explain why an actual Jedi was floating around during the OT era. Of course, as we know, a loophole exists for two characters, based on the very thin premise that they are not actually Jedi. But Kanan, being an actual Jedi Knight? There was no loophole for that. He had to go...somewhere. I knew it was a done deal way back when Kanan was knighted by the Grand Inquisitor in season 2, but I hoped against hope that DF wouldn’t go the basic bitch route in a literal universe of options. Sadly, he did indeed go with the basic bitch route. It should also be mentioned here that Freddie Prinze Jr. had been adamant about DF killing Kanan off ever since season 1. I can’t really understand why you’d want to prematurely end your own sweet gig getting that Disney cash, but whatever. In any case, DF was perfectly happy to let everyone know that it was Freddie who pushed him to kill Kanan when it came time to make the decision about what to do with him in season 4.
Killing characters is actually a pretty easy thing to do. I mean, it sucks, but it’s a lot easier than coming up with a more meaningful and complex way to deal with a situation like Kanan’s. When faced with a situation like this, killing the character is the lowest hanging fruit, to be perfectly honest. It delivers instant, significant shock value, and you get that all-important credit for not going too easy on your characters- after all, SOMEONE MUST DIE FOR A STORY TO BE MEANINGFUL!!! That’s just patently false, folks. There are plenty of great stories where none of the main protagonists die. Like, oh, I don’t know...the original three Star Wars films! It’s a little-known fact, but back then, George Lucas didn’t like killing off characters. It was actually his wife who talked him into killing Obi-Wan off. In the original draft, they all made it off the Death Star alive.
Here’s another thing about killing off a protagonist: the death needs to have a point. This is writing 101. If you make people care about a protagonist and then you give that protagonist a pointless death, your audience will feel betrayed. Kanan’s death is very tragic- I think that’s something we fans can universally agree on. I still see people talking about how sad it was all the time. Not just that it was merely sad, but that it was one of the saddest or THE saddest death in all of Star Wars. And I think one of the reasons it hits so hard- maybe a reason that’s not so obvious- is that his death really had no point.
In our world, death rarely has a point- but those are not the rules of Star Wars. In Star Wars, the deaths of our heroes almost always have some kind of point (an exception might be Yoda, who either died of old age or because he just didn’t want to talk to Luke about his messed up family, who knows for sure?). They died for the Republic, they died trying to stop a Sith lord, they died trying to get the Death Star plans, etc. But if we’re going to talk about Kanan’s death- not just any old death, but a heroic sacrifice made by a Jedi to save others- we can only truly compare him to one other character: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan’s demise aboard the Death Star is the gold standard of heroic sacrifice- you can even find a blurb about it on tvtropes.com.
Obi-Wan’s sacrifice had a point! He knew he’d become a Force ghost when he died- he knew he’d still be able to guide Luke. But he wouldn’t have been able to do that if Luke was captured- in fact, Luke being captured would have been a huge risk to the galaxy, he could have been another potential Sith in the making. So Obi-Wan sacrificed himself, thus allowing the escape of the two children of his former padawan and brother, even as that same man killed him- the two children that would go on to save the galaxy. His death had far-reaching consequences. Pretty good ones, I would say!
Not only that, but Obi-Wan’s death sets Vader up fully as the big bad and propels the story forward- specifically, it solidifies Luke’s resolve to defeat the Empire. He goes back to Yavin IV ready to fight and bring down the Death Star- all by himself, if necessary! It also rests all the responsibility of being The Jedi and getting through the Final Ordeal squarely on Luke’s shoulders. A New Hope is a classic hero’s journey- Lucas basically just followed the blueprint that Joseph Campbell laid out.
Kanan’s death, on the other hand...well, it just doesn’t really have a point. When it comes to a protagonist’s death, I think what we have to ask ourselves is whether the death changed anything that couldn’t have been changed without that death happening. In Kanan’s case, I don’t think it changed anything that couldn’t have been changed some other way. DF tried to evoke the meaning of Obi-Wan’s death by telling us that Kanan died because Ezra still had some important lessons to learn that he couldn’t learn any other way, namely how to let go and how to sacrifice himself for others, I guess? But, I mean, why did Kanan have to actually die to teach Ezra those lessons?
Well, I mean...the short answer is that he didn’t. Kanan *had* to die for a (sort of) real life reason- to get him out of the GFFA during the OT era- so, really, everything else is just puffed up star warsian nonsense to get you believe that Kanan's death not only had a point but was somehow necessary to Ezra's growth as a person and a Jedi. DF knows perfectly well that you can't kill a character like Kanan without some kind of reason, even if the reason is just puffed up star warsian nonsense. Nevertheless, he got a lot of people to buy that puffed up star warsian nonsense, so we might as well take a look at it.
The self-sacrifice lesson was one that Ezra learned all the way back in season one, when Kanan sacrificed himself the first time to save his family. Just an aside, here, but DF’s poetic ramblings about why Kanan *had* to die almost made it seem like he completely forgot about the time Kanan gave himself up to Tarkin’s tender mercies to protect the people he loved. And, to be perfectly honest, that sacrifice was done about a million times better than the one in season 4.
But I’m getting off the subject a little, here. Back to Ezra. The reason I know Ezra learned this lesson of self-sacrifice from Kanan is because he demonstrated that he had learned it in season 2, when he sacrificed himself to the Seventh Sister and the Fifth Brother to save Sabine, Zeb and Chopper. He even took out the door’s controls with his lightsaber the same way Kanan did in season one. Ezra was constantly surrounded by people who were willing to give up their lives to protect other people. His parents were people who were willing to fight for others, too, regardless of the risk to their own lives. So, I mean...no, this was not a lesson Kanan needed to teach Ezra by dying.
Letting go of attachment is one of the big tenets of the Jedi religion, because, as we all know, attachment leads to suffering. The no attachment thing is something Lucas pilfered from Buddhist teachings and then very half-assedly incorporated into his space fantasy, and now we're stuck with it forever. So, of course, Ezra had to learn it, too. The letting go lesson was one that Ezra also could have- and, if it really mattered so much, should have- started to learn much earlier. There were ample opportunities for this to happen, like when Ryder Azadi tells Ezra that his parents are dead. But there’s also a hugely pivotal scene for Ezra in season 4, where Palpatine tempts him and tries to manipulate him by showing him his parents and telling him he can get them back. These are Ezra’s parents, his real parents- and his grief over them is an important recurring theme throughout the series. What happened to them, and subsequently to him, is a massive part of who Ezra is- so no matter how much Kanan and the other members of the crew mean to him, they’ll never be as important as Ephraim and Mira Bridger. Ezra being able to let them go is absolutely key, much much MUCH more important than him being able to let go of Kanan. And yet, for some reason, that’s a scene that’s rarely referenced when people talk about these big important lessons Ezra desperately needed to learn. In fact, sometimes all the credit for Ezra learning this lesson is tossed to Ahsoka, which is a smoking hot pile of bullshit. Of course, it's not surprising- it's very on-brand for DF to give Snips those unearned snaps.
I'm going to stop there for now. In part two, which hopefully will be the last part, I'm going to get into Ahsoka's resurrection and Kanan's part in it, which is a whole damn thing.
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