#should i just completely go back to my old layout

[scatteredskittless]

Greetings fellow human, I recently found you and I must say, I love your writing and especially the layout of the posts.

I might also suggest an Idea for you with Alastor.

How 'bout a very passionate painter reader getting their nightly inspiration and staying up all night, also listening to loud music. And maybe being a little messy with the paint, like it somehow ending up on the face or different unusual spots.

Would love to see you write it in whatever form you prefer. Hope to read something from you soon.

And keep in mind, you're doing a great job and keep being amazing <3

Alastor x Painter! Reader

A/n: Omg I used to paint a lot and the places said paint would get?? How it ended up like literally all over me I’m not sure 😭😭 Also thank you so much !!

Warnings: None :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

📻𖤐 Alastor finds you very talented and enjoys getting to see all of your little creations and masterpieces !!

📻𖤐 Bonus points if they’re a bit disturbing or dark, he’d love stuff like that (“Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable” — Cesar A. Cruz)

📻𖤐 The only thing he isn’t particularly fond of in regards to your passion, however, is how little sleep you’re getting because of it.

📻𖤐 Your sleep schedule is completely fucked because of how often you get inspiration while trying to go to bed at night, because of course you just have to get up and go paint it every time.

📻𖤐 Oh and how messy you can get whilst you paint… which Alastor doesn’t actually mind as much as he wants you to think he does.

📻𖤐 He can shake his head and tut about it all he wants but he can’t deny the fact that getting to clean you up is something he enjoys doing for you.

📻𖤐 Plus, it’s always entertaining to see all the peculiar places the paint ends up on you each time he does. From your cheeks to your arms to more unusual places like your ears… it genuinely never does get old in his eyes ♡

It was another one of those nights. You were lying in your bed, trying to get some sleep and all of a sudden you got an amazing idea for a painting !! You couldn’t help but get up to go bring your ideas to life on a fresh canvas :-)

You went on with your usual routine, playing some music as you got your stuff all set up. Once everything was ready, off you were into your own little world as you painted away at 2:30 at night

Fortunately and unfortunately for Alastor, your room was right beside his. The walls were quite thin in the hotel.. even so, the loud music blaring wasn’t exactly hard to miss but it was even harder to fully relax with it playing.

You usually stopped your painting at around 7 or 8 in the morning so he figured this was going to be a long night….. he sighed to himself and went back to reading for a while (or at least attempting to for around 10 minutes or so.)

Eventually he did recognize a song you had playing, you’d played it for him before. It was after his time but he did quite like the melody

That’s when he got an idea of his own. his undying grin growing slightly as he bookmarked his book, set it to the side and made his way next door to your room.

He knocked on your door three times, waiting outside of it patiently as he heard you set your painting materials down. His ears twitched slightly.

Once you answered the door he waltzed inside cheerfully, not giving you a chance to speak or ask why he was here.

“Salutations my dear!! Up to the usual, I assume?” Alastor would ask, taking a curious look at the canvas you had been working on before glancing back over at you.

You gave him a smile and nodded “Yeah.. got a little inspiration and wanted to paint it before I forgot it.”

“Hm. Well, would it be too much to ask to pull you away from your work for a while?” He raised a brow as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side, offering you his hand; offering a dance. And honestly you weren’t too surprised.

With a giggle and the grow of your smile, you happily took his hand and let him pull you closer to him as you two began to dance to the song playing in the background, your little masterpiece-in-progress long forgotten as you swayed with your favourite Radio Demon.

Please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my fanfictions/headcanons/writing without permission ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ Scatteredskittles

#asks open #alastor x reader #alastor headcanons #alastor fluff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #fluff

[whirligig-girl]

Commission for @trydianth of Entrapta operating tiny trains (since she loves tiny food so much!)

Image ID: Entrapta from She-Ra is grinning and fiddling with some train cars on her model train set. Entrapta is a tan-skinned woman with pink hair in large prehensile tentacle-like pony tails. Her regular hands are on the train layout table but she’s messing with the train cars with her hair. She’s also using her hair to control the model railway’s power transformer, which is hooked up to a First One’s crystal. The train layout contains a yard with three sidings with five freight cars and a purple tank engine. It also contains a loop that goes back and forth between a simplistic diorama of dark purple Dryll castle on the left and of Brightmoon castle on the left, with a small diorama of the Whispering Woods’ dark blue trees in the foreground. There’s a spur track that runs off-screen with the ominous reddish glow of the Fright Zone. A pretty streamlined tan, white, and gold train is coming from that line. On the loop line near Entrapta is seven freight cars and a scary looking military-green diesel with a Horde insignia. End Image ID.

Under the cut are some detail close-ups and artist’s notes.

Flatbed of First Ones Tech, FZR Boxcar, two unnamed vans, a refrigerated Salineas Fisheries boxcar, an unnamed tank wagon, a gondola of snow from the Kingdom of Snows, a Fred Pelhay Coal Co. truck for some reason, a Plumeria Products boxcar, and a Freight Zone Rail Road boxcar with graffiti reading She-Ra was Here.

A Freight Zone Rail locomotive and an old industrial shunter tank engine from Dryll Quarry.

Bright Moon Railway’s cab-forward streamliner, coming from the Fright Zone. Does that make sense? Perhaps not, but I hasten to remind the viewer that this is just Entrapta’s toy model.

I definitely put more detail into this than I intended to! It was going to be a lot simpler, but by the time I got to drawing and then perspective-skewing an actual model railway layout with sidings and switches I realized this was going to take a while. I wasn’t quite sure what to do for the engine visual style. At first the locomotive positioned next to the Dryll tank engine was going to be a big Dryllian steam engine, but I decided it’d be better to show a big scary Horde diesel.

I used steam engines for the good guys and a diesel for the bad guys soley and completely because i am thomas the tank engine-brained because I just like the look of steam engines! There’s no realistic reason why there should be steam traction in Etheria, rather than something entirely magical--but then, steam engines just look better in fantasy settings in my opinion! I can justify it, after-the-fact though: magic is everywhere in Etheria, but it can’t be harnessed by everyone (during the events of the series). Sometimes transportion has to be done through mundane means. And it’s not like we see any big power plants on Etheria, so electricity is out. Entrapta’s one of the only people who uses first one’s tech to power her inventions--otherwise we see no powerplants in Dryll. So. Wood or coal or magic-crystal powered steam engines! Yipee!

Obviously they’re all electric powered in this model, though.

#She-Ra #SPOP #Entrapta #Train #model train #model railway #autism #neurodiversity #commission #model railroading

[octuscle]

Hey Chronivac Support; so I’ve got a conundrum here.

My best friend just got back from college and he’s looking like he gave up his bodybuilding dream, so I wanted to help by absolutely rocketing up his testosterone again. I bought the Chronivac recently, but the layout is so confusing, and since we both have the same initials, I can’t tell if it’s targeting me or him… Should I just hit “Go” and find out?

I would say press "Go". What's the worst that can happen….? It happens to both of you. Good thing! After all, a transformation is more fun when you can share it.

While you watch fascinated how your friend's fat pads melt and his muscles inflate, you don't even notice the change in your body. Until the first button of your shirt is blown off. "Prokleté" you call out. Your friend grins and replies "Bratře, v poslední době jsi prostě zvedal příliš mnoho železa."

Shit, something is not going as expected…. You didn't define too many things in the transformation. And you and your friend are now turning into Czech construction workers. The clothing on your upper bodies dissolves into thin air. Your pants become cheap jeans from the discount store. Your feet are stuck in rough work boots. Yes, you are bodybuilders, but your muscles also come from hard physical work. And that's why you've earned a beer now. You go to the decrepit refrigerator in the old Prague apartment and get two bottles of Budweiser. Real Budweiser. Not that American crap. That's when the doorbell rings.

Well, you selected the "apply to all" function. And it seems you had more people with your initials in your directory. The next muscular fellow is at the door. And you hear footsteps in the stairwell. Heavy footsteps.

After about two hours, the gang is complete. Of the guys, each continues to dream his bodybuilding dream. Maybe not every one of them is happy about it. But suck a few cocks, I think, then they will all be satisfied with it.

Pic found at @maxx-magnum

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #race change

[nuzzle]

Hi~

I saw your post about how lolita fashion (and ads for it) have changed in the last few years, especially for Angelic Pretty, and I agree completely!

I think the lack of creative ads these days might be b/c Gothic & Lolita Bible isn't around anymore? (cries) and Kera went purely digital ages ago, I don't know if it's even still around (I should have kept my old Kera magazines). But I remember how I always used to look forward to seeing the clothes and layouts that were featured in the new issues of each magazine.

My favorite when I first got into lolita was from the Wedding issue of the English edition of GLB; a model for Baby was wearing a lovely, tulip print skirt (or was it the jsk?) in blue, holding a parasol and sitting at a cafe table. Something about her looked so sweet and simple; I wanted to be a lolita just like that!

The models in the magazines always looked like they were happy or having fun, which I think is part of what made me want certain dresses or blouses. In AP's current ads, the model just looks... kinda sad and pouty and bored. I've noticed that for a lot of their dresses, they've been skimping on the lace, frills, and ribbons, and there's no more cute hair styles either! Meanwhile, wasn't it AP that brought lolita from old school to New School / OTT sweet when they had models wearing pastel pink / blue wigs for their Mermaid Symphony (iirc) photoshoot back in 2007?

On a different, but kinda related note, I've noticed that in the past 5 years or so AP has been making a lot of dresses with ridiculously high waists.... also so many sack dresses (I know they started doing this back in like 2012 or so with that polka-dot M&M print dress)

Sorry for the long rant, I just really miss the old days of lolita fashion

hello there!

i'm always glad to have some feedback when i post rambles and thoughts on things. i never expect it, so thank you for your input! it's also comforting to know others feel the same way.

i agree that without as many publications in general (especially physical) there's less of a reason to put as much effort into details, like the magazine spreads that were commonly done for example. most people get information on releases online these days, making physical catalogs a bit obsolete.. aside from collectors. i greatly miss all of the graphics and how inspirational everything felt back then, especially the little PNG pictures of items in catalogs.

you're completely right about pictures from GLB's and other magazines looking generally "happier" and more like daily life sort of pictures, like the one in the cafe you mention. that aspect of it appealed greatly to lifestyle lolitas! seeing a dress pictured in a "real life" situation rather than just a plain white background photoshoot picture makes a huge difference. it brings it to life, and makes it a lot easier to see yourself wearing it.

i think a big change in marketing is that AP doesn't cater as much to lifestylers.. and lolitas who are very much interested in the fashion beyond a surface level and see them as more than just clothes. all of the photos now actually feel like advertisements, when they used to also be appealing from a photography perspective. like they're only trying to sell you a product and not an experience, even if only visual. for me, that takes away from it a lot.. it almost feels as though that sense of community, and the acknowledgement that lolita is a subculture, is dwindling.

plus, it's definitely more than just presentation that's changed as you said. i feel as though the designs AP offers have been super uninspired compared to old releases. not as many details, not as much custom lace, and the general silhouettes becoming a bit lazy.. tons more, but i could go on for days. even the revamp and progression of the lyrical bunny mascot has felt a bit soulless. very sad to see, because i do agree that they were the brand to introduce OTT sweet in a revolutionary way.

as much as i gripe about old vs new AP changes, the positive side is that we can still look back fondly on the old era!

and no problem at all! it was nice to hear another perspective on this. ^^

#asks

[20dimensionsoftangerine]

Snippet one! This is a story where Canon Adaine somehow falls into a dimension where everyone's parents are... Alignment swapped? (Adaine, Kristen, and Fabian's families are very nice while Gorgug, Fig, and Riz's are less so)

(I have no idea where I was going with this scene so it just ends sorry!)

"I was thinking we should probably have some way to distiguish the two of us while you're here."

Adaine looked up from the book she'd been pouring over- an honestly badly written one about multiverse theory- to blink at her doppleganger sitting across from her.

The other Adaine was giving her a tentitive smile, the book on her own lap open but ignored for the moment. She was wearing comfortable, bright clothes but they were of much finer quality than anything Adaine had.

Adaine, huffed and turned back to her book. "What? You want one of us to dye our hair or something? I already have my jacket and a completely different outfit. We don't need more than that." She wasn't going to stick around long enough that she was going to have to change clothes. Hopefully

."Oh, no, not visually," the other one clarified, "I meant more our names. I can't keep thinking of you as 'other Adaine' that won't be fair."

Adaine grunted in acknowledgment but didn't contribute any kind of suggestion. She was fine thinking of this other her as... the other.

"I think I should be Adaine," the doppleganger continued, "and you can Odaine."

That did get Adaine to look back up, squinting suspciously at the hopefully smiling girl. "Odaine? Why?"

The other girl tapped her fingers in a nervous pattern Adaine was intimately familiar with as her smile grew nervous. "Well, because I'm Adaine Abernant and you're Adaine O'Shaunessy. It makes sense doesn't it?"

"No," Adaine instantly shot the idea down, focusing back on the book, "I'll just stick with my name, thanks."

"Oh," the girl sounded dissapointed. Adaine tried not to care about it. "Okay, I can just go by Addy then? While you're here? It's a nickname Aelwyn used to call me when we were little."

Every word Addy said felt like daggers to Adaine but she tried not to show it as she nodded. "That works."

There was a few minutes of blissful silence that Adaine used to read as much as she could. Multi-verse theory was rocky at best and had never actually been proven before. The book was only slightly better than useless.

"I'm sorry," Addy spoke up again, causing Adaine's eyes to flick up to her once more. They were in this girl's room. A room that had an identical layout to Adaine's old one but besides that was so far different it was almost comical. Instead of blank walls and sparce possesions the place was filled with things like fairy lights and posters and a terrariam and so many other things Adaine had in her current bedroom. Seeing her new life overlayed over her old one like this was making her nauseous. "Have I done something to upset you? I mean, obviously you have to right to be upset since you got thrown out of your universe for who knows what reason but you just seem to be... mad. At me. In particular."

Hells, were Adaine's eyes also that big and bright? It looked like Addy was staring straight through to her soul.

Or were Adaine's eyes duller? Tainted by something this version of herself had never had to experience.

"No," Adaine tried to say as sincearly as she could. Because the other girl really hadn't done anything wrong. "You're fine. I'm just stressed. And would really like to get home as quickly as possible."

"We've been at this for hours. Would you like to take a break?" Addy offered, "I can have father fetch us some tea if you'd like."

Adaine could not stop the shudder that ran through her body. "No. Thank you. I'm good."

Addy sighed and closed her own book before standing up and leaving the room entirely. Adaine tried not to let that worry her and tried to ignore the hauntingly familiar voices floating up from downstairs as she read more. Jumping to another dimension didn't actually seem that difficult, all things concidered. It was just about finding one that wouldn't instantly kill you. Or finding the very specific one you needed to get back to. That seemed next to impossible.

So engrossed did she get in the studying that Adaine almost jumped when Addy returned to the room some time later, two steaming cups in hand. "Five minute break," Addy said authoritivly, "it'll make the research go by easier in general."

"I'm fine," Adaine insisted as the other girl layed the cups on her desk. Not even using a coaster.

Addy gave her a very meaningful look, though it was more directed at Adaine's side. She glanced down and realized her finger nails of her left hand was digging into her knee to the point both her hand and leg were beginning to ache. Embarrassed, Adaine quickly shook her arm out and forced herself to relax.

Addy smirked knowlingly as she placed sugar cubes into the tea cups. "I have an anxiety disorder too, you know. I know how easy it is to get lost in research. Especially when it's something this important."

Adaine swallowed thickly and forced herself to close the book, staring at her own hands to avoid looking at the room around her or the other girl. "Why?"

"Hmm? Why what?" Addy asked, handing Adaine a cup that she almost mechanically drank from. It was overly sweet. Just like Adaine liked it.

"Why do you have an anxiety disorder?"

Addy blinked as she sank back into a cross legged position across from Adaine. "Genetics? I suppose? Father said he struggled with something similar in his youth but that was before they even had a name for it."

That was almost funny, Adaine thought as she stared dully into her swirling tea. Had her Angwyn gotten anxious? Was that why he hated the weakness so much in her? Or was that a difference between their two realities? Not a similarity.

"You're parents were cruel to you, weren't they?"

Adaine's head snapped up to stare at Addy who was looking at her with something that wasn't quite pity but was very clearly worry. "How do you know that?"

Addy's ears burned pink and it was now her turn to avoid eye contact. "I'm not stupid!" She said it like a reflex. "I know I... I know I'm naive and sheltered more than most but I'm not stupid. You... you have the same look. That look Gorgug gets when he has to think about it. And you're mad at me. The way Fig gets mad when she's jelouse and doesn't want to be." She squeezed her own cup in her hands and tentitivly looked up at Adaine. "Your parents were cruel to you. And because they're reflections of my parents being here is upsetting you. That's... right? Isn't it?"

Adaine took a deep breath, just like Jawbone taught her, held it for five, and was relieved that the exhale didn't stutter. "Who told you you were stupid?"

Addy opened her mouth like she was about to answer before closing it again with a thoughtful frown. "You're changing the subject."

Adaine rolled her eyes. "Yes, alright. My parents were horrible vile excuses for people. This house burnt down and I didn't even care if anyone was inside." She waved her hand vaugly through the air before letting it drop onto her lap. "I don't see how that's relevant though."

"If you're uncomfortable here we can leave," Addy offered. She didn't seem offended so that was something at least. Adaine had been worried her clear hatred for their surroundings would be rude to her temporary host. "There's always... uh... well, this is kind of the 'hang out' spot if I'm being honest. Kristen's place is a little crowded with her brothers, Riz's phyisically kind of small, and Fabian still won't tell me why he doesn't want anyone over at his place even though his parents have invited us multiple times."

"What about..." Adaine almost dared not ask, was trying not to think about the differences from this world and her own, but the question nagged at her and she didn't think it would just leave her alone. "Mordred?"

Addy let out a startled laugh before cutting herself off, her eyes wide. "Mordred Manor? Is... is that where you live?"

Adaine frowned but tried not to let the reaction get to her. It would make sense if her home was run down in this reality, it had been for a long time in hers after all. "Yeah my dad bought it and fixed it up. Uh, my new dad. I'm adopted."

"I know, I'm not stupid," Addy repeated, though there was an almost teasing smile on her face, "your last name is the same as Tracker's. Unless things are crazy different where you're from I kinda assumed her dad adopted you too."

"Does she call Jawbone her dad here?" Adaine ideally wondered.

Addy almost choked on her tea. "J-Jawbone? What do you... are you saying Jawbone adopted you? The werewolf?"

#fantasy high #dimension 20 fanfiction

[a-little-unsteddie]

Give Love a Chance || Original Post

the other day @ladykailitha posted something that just sparked so much joy, i decided i absolutely had to expand upon and write a full story abt it. idk how fast i’ll work on this, as my main focus currently is on the big bang fic, but i wanted to post a prologue/teaser of sorts. (side note: i am definitely stealing piratefishmama’s layout, shhh)

enjoy! -rowan

Steve wasn’t sure how he had gotten here, to be honest. Well, he did, but he didn’t know it would actually get this far. He would like to place the blame on either Dustin or Robin—or both, both was good, too. The point was, Steve was completely faultless in it.

When Steve got home earlier, after a long day at work, he had checked the mail, as he usually does. He saw a letter addressed to him, which, to be fair, makes sense, seeing as it was in his mailbox, but it was the sender that had surprised him. It had been several weeks—at least—since Robin and Dustin had cornered him and forced him to fill out an application to be a bachelor on Give Love a Chance, and he had honestly forgotten about it. He had only agreed to submit an application to the show because he had been so sure that he wasn’t going to make the cut. Who would want to watch a dumb reality love gameshow with Steve as the bachelor? A middle school guidance counselor with a five year old daughter?

Steve had still held that opinion even as he opened the envelope and pulled out the contents. The confidence in his thoughts only waned when he began to read the letter, his eyes had slowly widened and his mouth fell open. He reached for his cell, instinctually calling Robin as he reread the contents of the letter.

“Y’ello?”

“Did you seriously just answer with—nevermind. Robin tell me why the fuck I’m staring at a letter telling me I was chosen to be on Give Love a Chance?” He asked, pacing the length of his kitchen.

“Oh my God!” Robin shouted from his phone, causing Steve to wince and adjust his hearing aid. “Why do you sound upset? This is what you agreed to! This is why we sent in the application in the first place! This is great news!”

“Robin, you and I both know that I only agreed because I thought nothing would come of it.” Steve said flatly, checking the time on the stove. He still had twenty or so minutes before he needed to leave to grab Matilda from preschool. “I’m going to tell them I changed my mind.”

“Absolutely not! I’ll never forgive you. Dustin will never forgive you.”

“What? Am I supposed to just do the show?”

“Yes!” Robin said enthusiastically. Steve let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What am I going to do with Mattie, huh? I can’t just take her with me, she has school!”

“Dustin already told you that he and Will would take her in!”

“‘Take her in’? Rob, she isn’t a stray cat. She’s a whole tiny human.” Steve said with heavy exasperation. “He may have said that, but that doesn’t mean he will say the same thing now! There’s a difference between us joking about me getting accepted and the reality of taking care of a four year old!” Steve walked to the kitchen sink, filled himself a glass of tap water and set it to the side.

“So, we ask them again! I’m sure they’ll agree! You know they’ve been wanting to adopt! You can think of this as practice for them!”

Steve stared blankly out of the window above his kitchen sink, then groaned loudly and tipped his head back to glare at the ceiling.

“I don’t think I can leave her for the month—or more—it’ll take to film.” Steve admitted with a frown. He could immediately feel Robin’s shift in demeanor with the soft sigh she let out.

“Oh, dingus. You’ll be okay. We can video call her everyday while we're gone.” Robin said softly, trying to soothe him. “I think you should give it a go. You deserve to give love a chance.”

Steve let out a loud groan, which dissolved into a soft laugh. “You did not just say that.”

“I did.”

“That was so bad.”

“I know. But it’s true!”

“You’ll be with me?”

“Every step of the way.”

“..Fine.”

—x—

Dear Steve Harrington,

Congratulations! You have been selected as one of the bachelors to move forward into the next stage—interviewing and filming! We believe you are a perfect fit, and cannot wait to have you at our Los Angeles studio!

If you are still interested, please contact us via email to receive more details about what comes next.

Thank you,

Murray Bauman, Host of ‘Give Love a Chance’

#aaahhh #i’m nervous to post this #i have so many plans for this #hopefully it lives up to the prompt :P #give love a chance #glac #reality show au #love gameshow au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #st #steve harrington x eddie munson #unsteddie writing #dustin henderson #will byers #dustin/will

[ai-luni]

You are everything good in this world - Part 2.2

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x fem!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: You knew something wasn’t right, you knew it all linked up but you just didn’t want to admit it. When you finally see him again, you let yourself be selfish and ignore it.

Warnings: Vecna/Peter Himself, follows season 4 plotline, Smut 18+, very dubious consent, Angst, bad writing, cliff hanger

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I really want to flesh out the aftermath of Vecna taking you and the kids finding out and everything along vol 2. Also I’m not a writer, my writing is not the greatest, some scenes if you can’t tell may be more boring than others for which I’m sorry. I’m gonna dip now :)

Across the street from an abandoned park was a rundown blue house you were currently standing in front of with a bunch of school kids. Only two days ago if someone had told you this was how you were going to spend your weekend, you would’ve laughed. But now you are completely invested in looking after and helping these kids and you’d be damned if you let anything happen to them under your watch.

Steve and Nancy undid the boarded door while you stood next to Robin watching on from off the porch.

“It’s locked. Should I knock, see if anybody’s home?” Steve rattled the door handle a little more while you looked around with a little plan of your own. 

“No need.” Robin spoke out to the team once she caught on to your plan. You handed her a brick from off the ground, “We found a key!” 

Smashing the stain glass window on the door, the group of you ventured into the house. Dustin handed you a torch from his backpack while giving you a suspicious side eye to which you replied with ”What? I was a kid once too, you know.” and shared a small smile. 

Everyone was spread out across the little entry hallway, you looking into a dusty front parlour room next to the door before Max spoke up and gathered the group together.

“Hey, guys... You all see that right?” Her flashlight was pointed towards an old grandfather clock.

“Is this what you saw,” Your face dropped in realisation and deep down in this moment you were so impressed at these kids' abilities to draw clues together, “In your visions?”

Max nodded wearily and tensed up completely. You dragged her gently back to your side with a hand on her shoulder. You looked to Lucas who was by her other side in only a matter of moments.

“I mean, It’s… just a clock.” Robin stepped forward to examine the clock, “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?” Steve let out, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped its way onto your face that you tried to suppress. 

“Think you cracked the case Steve.” Dustin wiped him out. Your hand covered your mouth to stifle a chuckle and stay serious.

“All I know is, the answers are right here, somewhere.” By this point, you trusted Nancy’s instincts. She was a smart girl and this time, you could feel it too. There was something about this place that didn’t feel right. 

“Okay, everyone stay in groups of two.” She looked over the group, mentally pairing everyone then turned to you. You shook your head with your hand out, you were okay looking alone - you were the sensible choice to be the one alone but you also felt something deep down calling you. There was something about this place that dug down within you, and you know you had to challenge it alone. Nancy nodded, “Robin, upstairs.”

You walked to the back of the house behind the stairs, there was a bedroom downstairs and you made your way in. There was something familiar about this room, you couldn’t place it for the dear life of you. Maybe it was the pattern of the wallpaper, or layout of the house, maybe it reminded you of your middle school days with friends or the smell of the dust and rotting wood. You couldn’t put a finger on it and you felt a little selfish for leaving the kids behind for it but you had to know. 

You gathered it may have been a kid’s room. The now broken and weathered bed was single and there were little gadgets and nick nacks around that a little kid might own. You looked through the bookshelf and found mostly books about bugs and spiders in particular. And in the dresser - that you took a good while to talk yourself into actually touching for the sake of curiosity - you found little button up shirts of various patterns. You were certain this was the room of Henry Creel, the son. 

You got a chill at the thought of being in the room of a little dead boy, touching the clothes of a little dead boy. A dead boy? 

None of the articles mentioned Henry died, it was a triple homicide and Henry was sent into a coma. Henry never died. You were mindlessly rummaging through the shirts in the dresser as you let your thoughts run wild until you lifted one shirt up and screamed falling backwards and dropping the shirt back in the drawer to cover the black ugly spider that was hiding underneath.

Spiders. SPIDERS. FOR FUCK SAKE THE SPIDERS, THE VISIONS, THE COMA, WHERE DID THAT BOY GO, 001. 

You were on your ass in the middle of the room, huffing and puffing in thought. Your mind was absolutely scattered and you knew there was a commonality amongst it all but your mind was too scrambled to properly bring it to the forefront of your mind. You knew and maybe you just didn’t want to admit it but deep down you knew. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Max and soon after Lucas ran into the room. Max kneeled beside you, helping you to your feet as she asked if you were alright. 

“We heard you scream and,” Lucas left his sentence unfinished as he helped Max help you up. You let out a little sheepish chuckle at how pathetic your reasoning was going to sound.

“Yeah there was just a spider that scared me.” You laughed out and Max and Lucas joined in, mostly laughing in relief but it was a calm moment either way. 

The light in the middle of the room flicked. You stopped laughing immediately looking at Max and Lucas to see if they saw it as well. They nodded and it flickered once more before you walked out of the room. The light beside the stairs flicked, then the entry hallway light. 

Little did you know on the other side, a large slimy man labelled as Vecna heard a scream of someone he once knew. He checked the room it came from and found no one. He knew it was you, he was just unsure if he had heard your voice once more in his mind or if it was really you this time. He had to check every time and was disappointed every time. 

“Guys!” Max called, gathering everyone back to the entryway. The thought of this creature and Peter put on the back burner of your mind but still lingered. You agreed with yourself to not tell the others yet. 

“It’s like the Christmas lights.” Nancy whispered.

“The Christmas lights?” Robin asked, you remember Dustin mentioning christmas lights the other say however still felt just as confused as Robin. 

“Yeah, when Will was upside down, the lights came to life.” 

“Vecna’s here. In this house.” Lucas said and a child ran down your back. Could he tell you were there? You had so many questions, Lucas finished, “But just on the other side.”

“I think he just left the room.” Robin said once the lights stopped flickering. 

“Did he hear us?” “Could he see us?” Questions circled around the room, Lucas looked to Max telling her to put her headphones on and Nancy stepped forward taking charge again. 

“Wait, wait. Everyone turn off your flashlights and spread out.” You did as she said and soon Robin called out, her flashlight flickering.

“I GOT IT! I GOT HIM!” The light died down, “Or at least I got him..?”

The light transferred to Steve’s flashlight, we followed it up the stairs and eventually found our way through a little door in the wall to the attic. In a circle in the middle of the attic, all of your flashlights overheated and exploded. You ushered the lot of them out of the room and back to the car.

The kids turned on the courtesy lights on inside the car when getting in, Dustin in the backseat held up the last torch left in the car for you to grab your first aid kit out of the trunk of the car. You guided them to the food you brought and advised them to eat, you’ve been in that house through the sunset and had a long drive back in the dark. Nancy was slumped in the front seat in pure disbelief. We all knew that the surge was definitely caused by Vecna. 

You sat in the driver's seat and took a moment to recollect yourself, the group of you settled down, ate snacks and after about half an hour Steve was ducked next to the open door of the driver's seat negotiating the plan to drive back to Hawkins. You would drive first then swap with Steve through the night.  Nancy will drive in the morning to Eddie’s hideout. Then it was ‘go’ time. 

It was as boring as it sounded, Robin sat in the passenger seat as you drove, Steve and Nancy were asleep in the back and Dustin was squished in the middle window seat as Max fell asleep on Lucas next to him. You didn’t want to turn the music on and disturb the kids in the back so Robin just looked through your tapes and made fun of your taste in music. She joked with you and though couldn’t help yawning every now and then, promised to keep talking to keep you awake. 

You talked about your favourite movies and finally in your last hour talked about the new movie Top Gun. You mostly bonded over how good looking a couple Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis were, however that turned quickly into whether they should make a sequel. You were adamant there should be a sequel where Maverick teaches Goose’s son as a pilot. Robin thought it was a ridiculous idea. 

Soon enough you swapped with Steve and fell asleep in the back of the car. There was no traffic and the ride was much quicker than it was getting to the house during the day. You suggested they head back to your house and sleep for a couple hours at least. There was a minor protest amongst mostly Dustin but you were the adult in the car and the power of your pointed finger and a little “Uh ah.” was enough to shut up anyone in this car and do as you say. It was the one power you enjoyed greatly. 

They did that, the boys were sprawled out on your living room seats, robin collapsed on your living room rug. You sent Max back to the guest room, Nancy followed and got comfortable on a reading chair because she was adamant you should sleep in your bed for once, as thank you for all the help you’ve given them. Wow and how you missed your comfortable bed. 

The lot of you slept for about 4-6 hours - some waking up sorer than others - and planned to head to the store to pick up supplies for Eddie. You picked up food for the kids and coffee for yourself, enjoying that cup more than you ever thought you could enjoy a cup of coffee while sitting in the passenger seat as Nancy drove. 

“Can I sit in the car for this visit ‘cause this is gonna totally and royally suck.” Robin said sitting behind Nancy, her hands rested on the shoulders of her seat. 

“It’ll be fine.” She said.

“I just can’t stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie’s break again. I really really can’t.” You would’ve laughed at her tone but you knew she was actually being serious. 

“At least he can drink himself into feeling better.” Steve piped up from the very back, waving the six pack around. Your head fell into your hands, moment ruined.

“That’s what my mom does.” Max said nonchalantly, staring straight out the windscreen.

“Why don’t we just give it a trial run. Hey Eddie, uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh yeah! And we found Vecna only the bad news is that he’s in that other, darker, much scarier dimension, and the gate’s closed, so we have no way of getting to him. Like, he’s entirely shut off to us, so you’re basically screwed.” Robin kept going and the energy in the car was dropping rapidly, “and, no no, I know you were already screwed, but now you’re like, doubly, triply screwed.” 

“Woah woah okay... Maybe we just don’t put it like that.” Lucas said, getting concerned. 

“We’re one step closer to finding Vecna. That's what we say. That's what's important.”

“See Robin, positive spin can make all the difference.” Once again Steve and Robin started to bicker again before you spoke. Your face dropping instantly as the sight.

“Oh Shit.” Everyone shut up and poked up to see what was happening. As Nancy pulled around the corner, you saw a crowd of cars, reporters and police surrounding the house. You all got out of the car and snuck around the reporter's van.

The police talked about a homicide on the lake, one of the kids on the basketball team. It was after he finished speaking that Eddie finally contacted Dustin’s walkie. 

“Eddie. Holy Shit, are you okay?” Dustin spoke into the thing, trying to shield it from the crowd. 

“Nah man. Pretty… Pretty goddam far from okay.”

“Where are you?” Dustin asked into it again.

“Skull rock. Do you know it.?” All the kids nodded, Dustin started to point it out but Steve took over, leading up into the trees.

“Hold tight, we’re coming.”

You followed in a little group behind Steve and Dustin. Steve was absolutely certain Dustin was leading them in the wrong direction by his compass and turned us around.

“Okay, so apparently we’re going this way now? I swear to god, if they get us lost…” Max spoke to Lucas, he didn’t respond and she asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

You walked in front, letting them have their moment and joined Robin and Nancy as they walked. 

“Does that make us friends? I mean… officially?” You heard Nancy say.

“Uh yeah. I mean, right?” Robin replied, a stutter in her voice you picked up.

“Right.” Nancy smiled and joined their side.

“You guys weren’t friends before?” You piped in.

“Nope. Uh… nah.” Nancy said, almost self conscious of the fact.

“It wasn’t until all this happened and I had to prove to her there was nothing going on between Steve and I before she could trust me.” Robin said, slowly getting more playful again as she spoke. You let out a voiceless ‘Oh’ with the nod of your head now understanding, a large knowing smile growing on your face.

“What’s with you two anyway? … If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked without even really thinking. You figured she might be uncomfortable talking about it with you but she actually answered.

“Nothing. Nothings going on, I… I have a boyfriend. Jonathan Byers,” you smiled to yourself at the name Byers as Nancy continued, “He’s just in California right now and things are happening and…” 

“And what about those two?” You asked, head pointing behind you when Nancy trailed off. You got the vibe she didn’t want to talk about Jonathan at this moment. 

“Yea, they’ve been together for a while, I’m pretty sure.” Nancy answered, focusing on her step. You smile though, glancing behind you as you walk. They made a good pair.

“What about you Y/n? Do you have anyone?” Robin asked, Nancy quickly giving her a distasteful look. 

“You don’t have to answer that.” Nancy said but you shook your head.

“It’s okay. I did, a good while ago now.” The two girl’s faces dropped with apologetic faces until you looked at them with a reassuring smile, “His name was Peter and we met at the lab but you know. It’s okay really.” 

You finally made it to Skull rock, stopping to catch your breath for a moment.

“Me too man… Me too.” You heard Eddie say when he saw you, face painted with confusion. “Is that… Nurse Y/n?”

“Why yes, yes it is.” Robin replied for you with a cheeky smile. 

Eddie explained his situation to the gang, eating and drinking like he’d been starved all day because he likely was. You leaned against one of the rocks just resting your feet.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah no, I… I know exactly what time it was.” Eddie replied, taking off his watch, “My walking wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

“9:27.” Nancy read out.

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey.”

“Which means what, exactly?”The genius Steve was asked.

“That, that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.” Nancy explained.

“Well, we’re one step closer - we know how Vecna attacks.” You butt in, trying to make the situation feel a little brighter.

“And where he attacks from.” Lucas added on.

“So we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down and drive a stake through his heart.” Max added sarcastically but you honestly just thought about how you didn’t want to have to go all the way back to that house again. They continued to talk about Vecna and then El came up in the conversation and you started to withdraw a little. 

“Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” Eddie called out and Lucas gave you a little thumbs up by his side to check on you at the mention of El. You smiled at the sweet gesture and nodded. 

Dustin stopped pacing and out of nowhere…

“BOOM!” You jumped a little where you stood, “Badda… Badda… boom. I was right. Skull rock was north.”

“Seriously? You’re serious. This is Skull Rock, Okay! You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now!” Steve was arguing back with Dustin and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and let out a little chuckle. They just couldn’t help themselves. 

“Yes. And no. This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheeler’s. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly but it started to slip the further east we went. NOW it’s waaay off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was wrong.” Dustin explains. 

“So you were using faulty equipment. You’re still wrong!” Steve retorted. You never thought you’d admit you were actually intrigued about a story of a compass. Dustin continued explaining his theory.

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?”

Any electromagnetic field.” Lucas answered with a look of realisation on his face.

“Yep. In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there's some super big magnet around here, or…” Everyone tensed up, slowly but surely starting to understand themselves.

“There's a gate.” Lucas finished Dustin's answer and you caught a glance with Nancy. 

“We’re nowhere near the lab.” She said wearily.

“What if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.” 

“How, why?” Steve asked.

“No idea, all I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate.” Dustin continued, you stop for a moment and your eyes widened as Dustin kept talking, “And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.”

“The lake?” You muttered under your breath once Dustin finished talking. The two of you shared a knowing look and he flashed his compass at you before you both started walking back down.

“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just take a hike into the woods.” Steve yelled.

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Dustin stopped, turning to Eddie.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m being totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire... The Shire is burning.” Eddie stood up, “So Mordor it is.”

Surly enough you Followed Dustin back down to the lake where the compass led. Shortly after, the lot of you devised a plan, using Eddie’s boat to go out and actually see if the attack from last night left a gate. 

Eddie and Steve pulled the boat off the shore and helped Robin in to pass supplies. Nancy pulled you aside and asked if you could look after the kids if they went out there and in a serious moment, you swallowed the guilt and feeling of being selfish  shaking your head. 

“I need to see this gate.” The whole day, ever since you stood in the middle of Henry Creel’s room, you knew in the back of your mind that Vecna had something to do with Peter. You had to know what happened to him. Nancy stood still as you started to walk back to the boat, her jaw hanging open. You followed along this whole time for the sole purpose of looking after those kids and she just didn’t understand why all of sudden you had a change of heart.

“But -” She stuttered and it caught the attention of everyone else for a moment. 

“I… I can’t explain how or why I know this. Not right now but, I know Vecna has something to do with Peter. And the lab and El and… I need to go.” You looked to Lucas, quickly side-eying Max and nodded to him as a silent ask to look after her. He nodded back to you. The group was silent, only most of them knew the whole story of Peter but no one had the guts to question you.

“Who is Peter?” The only words that broke the silence as you got on the boat was a confused Eddie whispering to Robin.

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds four people tops, okay.” Dustin moved to get on the boat and Eddie stopped him.

“It’s better this way.” Nancy tried to justify it to Dustin, “Look out for Max and keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You keep an eye out.” Dustin retorted and you let out a snort, mouthing a silent ‘good one’ at him, “It’s my goddamn theory!”

“You heard Nance.” Robin said.

“WHO PUT HER IN CHARGE.” 

“I did.” You said moving to the end of the boat towards Dustin

“Look, there’s more snacks in my bag and… I can’t believe I’m doing this. Here, take these alright” You threw your house keys towards him to which you let out a sigh of relief when he caught them. You kept your hand out towards him, “Compass.”

Dustin let out a whine and threw you the compass then stepped back to let Steve push the boat into the water. Steve jumped on the boat before he could get his feet wet.

“YOU SAID FOUR!” Dustin yelled, unhappy again and Steve only replied by mouthing a ‘sorry’ to him.

“Bedtime at nine, kiddos!” Robin yelled and you let out a laugh before yelling out after a “Please be careful!”

You only made it a good few metres out there before you stopped.  The compass in your hand was completely freaking out like you’ve never seen before. Steve started to stand up and prepare himself to dive into the lake. 

“Somebody's gotta go down and check this out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… It’s gotta be me. No complaints, all right?” We let him have it. He took his shoes and shirt off, Eddie and I tied a flashlight in a plastic bag for him and he got ready. 

“Good luck.” Eddie said, handing Steve the bag.

“Thanks.” With that, he dived in. Placed a comforting hand on Nancy’s shoulder. And she didn’t reject it. We watched the light sink and sink until it was too faded. Nancy started counting the second on her watch.

“Where are we at, Wheeler.” An anxious Robin asked.

“Closing in on a minute.” An anxious Nancy replied. 

The boat fell into silence again. And for a moment, you tried your best not to let your heart sink before Steve did. But the boat rocked before you saw him back above water.

“Oh thank god.” you muttered.

“It’s more of a snack sized gate than the mama gate bit still, it’s pretty damn big.” Steve let out breathless before being dragged back into the water.

“STEVE!” All four of us yelled out in pure shock. Nancy was the first to jump in, without hesitation she started taking her shoes off and dove in. The rest of you followed off the boat, Eddie being last of course.

You’d never seen a place like it, the upside down. Especially after swimming to the bottom of that lake with a first aid kit in your hand, the place was freezing and smelt funny. Worse than any ointment you’ve encountered.

None of that matter when you caught the sight of Steve on the ground being attacked by massive bats. Nancy charged at him with the ore of the row boat in her hand. The rest of us followed and continued fighting for our dear little lives.

You dragged Steve away from the scene to look after his wounds, the others following soon after. Your brain was completely foggy and the only thing you remember form that moment was Robin rambling something about Steve getting rabies.

“Guys...” Nancy warned the group, movements stunned. You looked up and saw a large figure just on the horizon. Your stomach sunk, you assumed it was Vecna. Surely. There was no one else in the upside down that we knew of right?

“Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.” Eddie started to freak out, not to say you weren’t either but he vocalised it for you. He was pacing back and forth and letting out the most nervous, fearful laughter you’ve ever heard, “there’s no way, this is RIDICULOUS.”

“We’re gonna die.” Robin muttered.

“We gotta go.” Nancy said, finally coming to her sense, “GUYS WE HAVE TO GO.” 

The lot of you were trying to get up, Nancy and Eddie helping Steve to his feet and Robin helping you pack up your supplies. The lot of you frantic until you heard a voice. 

“Y/n.” It called your name in its deep, scratchy voice. There was a hint of confusion in his voice. All five of you turned to face the creature when you heard it, so taken aback to hear him speak out of its scary confident, manipulative tone.

You stood up to face it, hoping you might be able to stall for the kids to make run away, this gestured by your hand flicking away down by your side. They caught on soon enough, scurrying to gather their things. In the meantime you walked closer to the thing. You figured at this moment you had little to live for except to look after these kids. That was until you looked into its eyes and you realised why you needed to be here.

“Peter.” You breathed out. His state was so intense but so familiar. you were so sure of it. “Peter?”

He watched you;  he missed watching your every thought play out on your face. You’re face played out complete shock to complete terror and concerned. He wasn’t the same person you knew, he was never someone you knew. 

You stepped closer to him. The four teenagers behind you planning to run had stopped to watch for a moment. Three of them held a face completely drained of colour, out of fear or sympathy or whatever, whatever it was, Eddie couldn’t match it. Instead he watched on as this insane person was willing walking towards the most terrifying creature he’s ever seen, calling him Peter and sounding almost relieved. Nancy had to usher him away, promising to explain later. 

“Y/n.” He repeats in his calm tone. You reached your arm out to him and instinctively he did too in return. With little to no hesitation, you placed your hand on his. His touch was slimy and textured and cold. What you could barely call skin was crawling under you.

You met eyes with him again swallowing all your pride and almost a decade of trying to get over him deep down. He was much taller than you remembered but reaching up on your tippy toes, you coaxed him into placing a soft kiss on what was left of his lips to which he bent down for. In an uncanny way, his kiss hadn’t changed, despite his appearance and everything that had happened, the kiss felt like nothing normal but for what it was, it felt like the Peter you knew. Memories started to cloud your mind of him again. 

“I missed you.” It was all you could find the mind to say. A foul tasting residue from his skin dripping down your neck.

“I know.”

You didn’t even think to check but the four teens behind you had only just started running after seeing the scene that just unfolded behind you. There was no time for questions but there will certainly need to be answers later. Answer none of them knew if you’d be alive to give. 

“What happened?” 

“I was set free.” He said it was a matter of factly, trying to fix the cracks in his mannerisms you’d started to break.

“The missing children. Everything… Was it all you?” He transformed into Peter. The Peter you used to know and a single tear started to fall from your eye. His gentle, warm human touch pulled your head to his chest. His touch was still slimy and foul but if you let go of your mind enough, it felt like it once did. 

“It is the most freedom I have ever known and I do not expect you to understand.” Your heart audibly cracked into two. “But I know you will try. I have lived many lives y/n. And very little has made a difference to what I truly am. Your presence has only played a small role in my being. I am not the Peter you thought of me as.”

Your tears were pooling in your eyes so that every blink would send out a new drop down your cheek. You couldn’t find any words to say so you said the words you wished to say to him ever since, “I know. And I still love you.”

“Sweet y/n.” He caressed your hair. Somehow he couldn’t let you go, just not now at least. “You are and will always be the purest specimen I’ve found yet.”

He held your waist, so light the way you swore you remember it. You thought about this moment every single night that it was less of a memory and became a fantasy once more. Your gaze was exactly as he remembered it. 

He did think about you, often. Too often. Being with you was the most powerful he’d ever felt, even to this day and yet the most like an equal he;s ever felt to anyone. While brewing in his solitude and hatred, he cringes thinking back to the side you brought out in him. But now, having you back, that side seems to bubble back up to the surface like nothing ever changed. And he wanted to be your Peter again.

“I’m not the Peter you think I am.” He repeated, his voice softened.

“I know.” He wiped the tears from your cheek and left his hand on your jaw. And he kissed you once more. You cried into his lips and gripped him tight. For a short moment you let yourself forget and let it believe you’d gotten him back. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted to ignore everything you found out he’s done and just have him back.

You gave him love that his inner child so greatly craved, so badly he desired you that not even his greater conscience could keep it together. And then he remembered how he left you and he aches for you. Your soft delicate hands on this human skin in your mind reminded him how good you felt and all the feelings flooding back again. 

His hands landed on the button of your jeans and you let him take them off you. Lifting you up, legs around his hips and pressing you up against the nearest surface. He worked on his own pants now and you just watched him. You know the deeper you let this go, the harder it’ll be to return to reality.

Your eyes were closed in thought but the moment he entered you, you returned to reality. You weren’t ready for it, it was rough but there was no turning back now.

He was moving like there was no tomorrow, hands steadied on the wall your back was up against and head hanging low. He seemed as though he needed this more than you.

The tears were still spilling from your eyes but you were more composed than you were moments before. With a tight grip to the back of his shirt you called out for him. 

“Peter!” It wasn’t a call of pleasure by any means and he whipped his head up to look at you. His eyes were frantic, so desperate that they searched your face, deep into your eyes for any sign of pleasure. Something was different, something was wrong. It wasn’t like the last time, this was wrong but he didn’t know what. 

You placed your hands on his jaw, asking him to stop moving to which he listened. You took in a deep breath, then let it go. 

You took in another deep breath - rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb - then let it go again. Your eyes were soft and forgiving and never once leaving his. He took the next breath in with you, his chest rising against you and letting go together. 

“Good… Peter.” He heard your slight hesitation before Peter fell off his lips, you knew there was more to him then what you knew but right now he wanted to just be your Peter. Out of all the lives he lived, he always felt Peter was the weakest. But right now, it was the only version of himself he could feel. Not Henry, not 001, not Vecna. You made him Peter and Peter was desperate. Peter was desperate for validation, Peter was desperate to heal his inner child and Peter was at your mercy in pleasure and temptation that he knew no other version of himself would give into. 

“I want to be your Peter.” He was breathing deeply like you coached him too. He let his forehead rest against yours. 

“Go. My Peter.” And he did, slowly this time.  You were ready this time and less afraid. You relaxed around him. This time brought a new meaning then the last time he experienced this with you. But he missed your hums and moans, and the way your eyelid fluttered. It all felt easier with you.

His hands found your warm, soft waist again. His fingers were burning to the touch as much as his gaze along your jaw. It wasn’t long before he was pulling gentle moans out of you and himself likewise. His thumb trailed to your clit like you once taught him and you let out a particularly long sigh at the feeling.

“You’re a quick learner.” You couldn’t hold back your chuckle at this whole situation. He let out a chuckle too, a genuine little laugh that was entirely involuntary and unplanned. Something within  him snapped at that moment.

Deep within his thoughts, he rutted into you. The further he ventured, the rougher his movement built. You made him laugh, he could laugh. It’s been a decade of ingenuous emotion and feelings, and this person makes him laugh like it’s nothing. He knew he had to keep you this time. The Peter in him was slowly mixing with Vecna, as though one version of himself had taught the other how to feel pleasure and sympathy. He thought of the way he left you and hurt you the way he was hurt and he knew he couldn’t leave you again. The Vecna he was now desired you as much as Peter did. 

“Ooah!” You let out with a particularly hard thrust, hand steady on his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have left you there alone.” He admitted in a completely bitter spit of his tongue. “I won’t leave you again.” 

“I sh-“ he pounded into you, “couldn’t” again, “of left,” again, “you.” 

There was no rhythm or pattern to his thrust, the man was desperate.

“It’s okay Peter.” He covered your mouth with his hand and he stopped moving. You fell onto his shoulder, panting and desperate to catch your breath. 

“I was never your Peter but I am your Henry now.” You looked at him, hesitant and a little afraid at his sudden change. You woke up in that moment, he was no longer this human vision he hid from you as he was the creature you’d seen before holding you, inside of you.  He watched your face intensely. He wanted you to face reality and stay with him, he wanted you by his side. 

“H- HenryYOAgh” you stuttered in mild hesitation until he rammed into again. That was all he needed to hear from you.

“I need you,” “stay with me,” “I can’t lose you again,” “I can’t lose this feeling,” “I can’t let them ruin you,” 

“It’s okay, Henry.” You were afraid but melted into him. Him like this truly made you feel guilty, that you’d give in so easily like you have no morals but you did in fact consider for a moment doing anything he asked of you. But he was right, he wasn’t the Peter you knew. 

“I have to set you free y/n.” “I have to keep you with me always.” 

He was slamming into you, ripping scream after scream from you. His voice was husky and he smelt absolutely foul but you gripped him like there was no tomorrow. 

Your hands were slipping down his arms and before you could even register what was going on, you undid completed.

“Just like that Y/n.” He repeated, holding you and taking you through your climax. Once satisfied, he carried you in his arms bridal style, coaxing you to sleep in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your complete and utter trust.

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[freesia-writes]

Chapter 15: Undercover

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance.

COVER ART BY @zaana!! And this was my first fanfic ever, y'all! :D

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Author's Note: Ahhhhh this is the start of my favorite part of the fic... this little arc is quite the adventure! :D

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"You've got to be kidding me," came Hunter's smooth voice from the bridge, with enough edge to it that Vel's interest was piqued. She'd been tucked away in a corner, pretending to read but really trying to meditate. Her recent brushes with the Force had been both encouraging and inviting, and she found a bit more confidence in seeking it out. Besides, it had come in handy, and she wanted nothing more than to be useful. But Hunter's tone was enough to break her out of her thoughts for some good old eavesdropping. 

"I mean, if the Jedi can't, what about someone from the city? I'm sure you have contacts..." came his voice down the hall, followed by a garbled answer from the hologram before him. "No, I get it, it's just... not really our thing." This was met with a longer and louder bunch of fuzzy speech from the holo that Vel couldn't make out, but she got the gist from Hunter's response: "Yes, sir. No, I understand, sir. Yes, sir."

The holo beeped as it disappeared into the console, and Hunter let out a deep sigh. It was too much to resist, so Vel ambled up to the bridge. 

"What was that all about?" she asked. No use in beating around the bush.

"We're going to Cantonica," Hunter replied. "Some greasy gambler apparently is highly invested in a lab that is working on a compound that melts clone armor. Could be a huge mess if it's finished and weaponized."

"Never heard of it," Vel said, "But it sounds like quite the adventure, no? I mean, all you have to do is say 'laboratory explosion' and you know Wrecker will be on board."

"Heh," was the extent of mirth from Hunter, "Normally, yes. But they're cramping our style a bit on this one. We're going undercover. And you're coming along too."

***

The Marauder settled effortlessly onto the landing platform, and with a hiss from the suspension, the stairs folded out. The briefing wasn't quite complete, however. As Tech made the final adjustments on the landing sequence, Hunter continued his instructions to the team in the cockpit of the ship.

"Please ensure you have done everything in your power to memorize every detail of this individual," he said, motioning toward the image rotating on the holo, "He should not be too hard to find, considering his love of attention, but we do not want to make any careless mistakes, the likelihood of which are increased by the inefficient layout and overpopulation of this particular casino."

"Blue skin and a gold face tattoo?" Wrecker said impatiently, "Come on!"

"It may sound unique," Tech inserted promptly, "But they are traits common among Pantorans; therefore, our target is more easily identified by his behavior than his looks alone."

"That's what we're looking for," Hunter said. "We have to ensure he plays right into our hand; he has to make the first move."

"I still think we need a backup plan," Vel admitted. "This is a massive failure waiting to happen."

"With an attitude like that, it will be," Crosshair crooned sardonically. "Cheer up. We know you've got it in you." His words carried more weight than they should have, and Vel eyed him with suspicion. He met her gaze evenly, allowed his eyes to lazily yet pointedly roam toward Tech, then back to Hunter without a further word. 

Vel felt a bit exposed all of a sudden, but it was brushed aside with Hunter's continued briefing.

"We'll be fine," Hunter said authoritatively. "Just stick to the plan. Jouren Terrik is known for three things: money, attention, and women. If we play our parts, he'll be hooked. We'll blend in to whatever they're all doing here, make sure Vel gets his attention, and once she gets to the lab..." 

"Boom!" Wrecker hollered jovially.

"Not this time," Hunter corrected. "We have to be discreet. They can't know anything has been touched. Tech will plant his little doomsday device and that's it."

"It's actually a covert system virus that will slowly corrupt one element of the recipe at a time, diluting its potency and eventually rendering it useless, entirely without their awareness. The brilliance of the design is that--" 

"Yes, it's brilliant. We'd love to hear all about how it works, Tech, but we need to get moving," Hunter interrupted. "We need to be ready once the floor opens. You've all got your disguises; we'll get ready in our rooms and meet at the bar. Keep your comlinks nearby just in case. Any questions?"

***

Vel stared at the "disguise" laying out on the hotel bed in front of her, as if she could change it into a cloak and tunic if she glared at it long enough. She used to love playing dress-up as a kid, but this was something else, and felt entirely out of her element. 

The team had been given credits on Coruscant and instructions to procure civilian outfits that would allow them to blend in to one of the ritziest casinos known to man (and every other species). Four clones who had rarely worn anything but armor plates and one failed Jedi mechanic did not share the highest awareness of fashion between them. Worse, they had been allowed, or rather forced, to get their disguises on their own. The team had split up, Crosshair and Vel opting to go on their own, Hunter recommending that Wrecker join him, and Tech insisting he would go as soon as he finished updating the navicomputer.

Vel felt her heart beating against her chest. She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, but the queasiness in her stomach seemed to be a permanent feature. There had been no follow-up discussion after she made a fool of herself to Tech at the waterfall, but she could have sworn there was a minute shift in his behavior toward her ever since. There was a softer edge to his words, an almost imperceptible tenderness in the way he looked at her. She hoped she wasn't imagining it.

"Okay. Let's get this over with," she said, taking a swig from a small metal flask on her dresser. She tried to avoid making a face as it burned its way down her throat, but it was a futile effort. 

***

The central bar in the Canto Bight casino was a large, circular room filled with orbs of all kinds. The windows were a rich array of stained glass, lined with gold, and they emphasized the many bottles sitting neatly in a row in front of them. Sleek black-and-gold waitstaff droids cruised among the guests, offering trays of wide-mouthed and long-stemmed glasses full of various concoctions. There must have been some intentional structural engineering in regard to the sound, as the rooms were teeming with every size, shape, and species, yet the noise was not unbearable. Simple conversations were still easily heard, and many were taking place all over the room. 

Hunter stood near the bar, adjusting his jacket in discomfort. Clone Force 99 was entirely unrecognizable in their self-selected disguises and blended into the rich setting almost entirely. He sported a pair of high-waisted dress pants and a white buttoned shirt; it fell open loosely at the top and was tucked into a shiny black cummerbund around his waist. He had a black suit jacket with thick satin lapels over it all. He had insisted upon a subtle sheath for his forearm, as he wouldn't be caught dead without his vibro-knife at the very least. He had forsaken his beloved red bandana for once, instead opting to pull his shoulder-length hair into a bun on top of his head. 

Crosshair had opted for a similar ensemble, just slightly more suited to his particular frame. He stood tall in a long black coat, hanging smartly with a black scarf over black pants and shoes. Finishing the ensemble was a tight black turtleneck and a pair of black gloves. The toothpick was ever-present, however, and bounced angrily in his mouth as he refused Wrecker's attempts to put a monocle over his right eye. 

Wrecker had made it no secret that he couldn't stand these clothes; Hunter had settled for him to wear a black button-down shirt and black dress pants, which had a few not-so-subtle lumps that were most likely explosives of sorts. The only suitable shirt they could find that was remotely formal was considerably too small, however, and it gapped in the spaces between buttons. The top two buttons (or three, when Hunter wasn't looking) were left open, more out of necessity than style, and he was under strict orders to stay calm to avoid splitting his sleeves. He had taken the "disguise" part quite literally, however, and had donned an oversized pair of sunglasses as well as a fake mustache. The result would have been comical in any other setting, but this was a place where virtually anything could be written off as fashion.

"She's late," Crosshair said quietly, squinting at Hunter while leaning nonchalantly on the bar. "Think she chickened out? It wouldn't be a surprise."

He received nothing but a side-eye in response before Hunter continued scanning the room. "No sign of our guy yet, Tech?"

"Not yet," came the response from a stool on the other side of Wrecker, where Tech was consoling himself for the loss of his helmet visor with the presence of his datapad, which was hidden on top of the counter behind Wrecker's massive frame.

"Well why don't you take a look at this instead," Hunter said, reaching across to smack Tech's hand from the datapad. Tech jerked his head up indignantly but was distracted as Hunter tilted his head pointedly to the stairs. 

It had taken Vel longer than anticipated to get ready, and the reason became readily apparent. Halfway down the staircase, she had paused to glance about the room for the target, and Wrecker had to do a double-take to make sure it was her. An unabashed "whoa" escaped his lips, followed by a huge grin as he clapped Tech on the back. 

A high-neck halter top held shimmering white satin around her neck, hugging her torso tightly down to where it gathered at her waist. Cascading folds of silvery white fell to the floor in a full skirt, some of which was bunched in her hand to allow her to walk without falling. Her brown hair was twisted on top of her head in a sleek knot, and two delicately ornate earrings sparkled on either side of her face. 

Tech followed Hunter's gaze and found her there on the stairs, descending slowly now, and his heart skipped a beat. His chest felt tight all of a sudden, as if he couldn't breathe, and he opened his mouth to take a deep breath. Hunter smirked at the cacophony of reactions he sensed, then he stood up straight, regarding Tech with a stern look.

"Remember the plan," was all he said, as Vel neared the bottom of the stairs and spotted them across the room. 

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[cog5]

Last Call at the South Keep

The South Keep was originally completed in May 2023, as part of #dungeon23. The combined area has now been added to the PDF, along with an accompanying set of 20 random happenings. 

This is also the first time in months that I’ve revisited editing of the mega-dungeon as a whole, rather than focusing on daily room keys. As part of that, I’m adding overlapping prompts and encounters to hook players from one major area to the next. This is a lot easier now that each room is complete and I know the bounds of the entire mega-dungeon. 

I’ve also played with the formatting a bit, added a few quality of life changes to the layout. Fixed lots of embarrassing typos, and undoubtedly added new ones that will be even more embarrassing! I have a bad habit of adding and removing nouns and adjectives that result in an “an” somewhere that should be an “a”, or vice-versa. All that to say: Edits continue. 

For areas that do not yet exist in the PDF, or pages that may shift, I’ve left placeholders, referenced as “##”. These will be filled in as new areas are added. I’m not sure if it’s more preferable to get updates monthly, or if people would rather get areas in larger batches, two or three at a time? Either way, I’m working towards having all 12 areas compiled, edited and added to the PDF by the end of the summer in 2024.

Back to the South Keep. This post will include some behind-the-scenes thoughts that will make more sense if you’ve read through the area at least once, but I’ll try to include some context regardless.

The layout of the South Keep is probably the least interesting to me, it ended up pretty boxy, the “pages” really stick out here. But the encounters ended up being some of the most bizarre and entertaining keys I’ve written, so that redeems it for me. Some of the mega-dungeon’s narrative gets fleshed out here, too. There’s a lot going on. 

This segment of the adventure is a bit of a refuge for adventurers, a place to take a breather. Not to say the South Keep is a cakewalk, but my focus was to lean into weird encounters, rather than fatal combat scenarios. As a matter of pacing, the Gatehouse and Factory that surround the South Keep are much more dangerous, and it’s likely players have just passed through one of those areas to get here. 

From the south entrance, the narrative builds on how The King has been dethroned. In the entry hall, there is a statue of the monarch with their head missing. This continues the theme presented earlier in the Gatehouse garden, where it’s shown that members of the royal court had turned on The King.

From the west entrance, things are a little more random. There’s a “disturbed” spot on the floor. At the very least, it shows how the keep is decaying, where a sinkhole might appear. This place is old. Another more interesting option establishes the presence of a Clerical Beast who roams the South Keep. This creature was inspired by the administrative offices, found further in, and may show up as a random happening. This area may also be the first sighting of Nanomachines, which play a larger role later in the mega-dungeon. 

The concept of the players spending a lifetime as a nano-proxy was a riff on the old Star Trek TNG episode “The Inner Light”, where Picard is rendered unconscious for a few minutes, but experiences an entire lifetime on an alien world. Or maybe that “Hard Time” episode of Deep Space Nine, where O’Brian is falsely convicted for a crime, and as punishment he is implanted with memories of being imprisoned for several years. Some kind of mash-up along those lines. I resisted adding a flute or a sympathetic doctor.

The major factions in this area are the Office Automatons and the staff and patrons of Dillo’s Bar. There’s a chance that neither of these groups ever interact, but I’ve set up a lot of dominoes here. Add the players to the mix and something is going to topple. 

The Office Automatons as non-player characters don’t garner a lot of sympathy, but do flesh out the administrative nature of mega-dungeon. I think it’s more likely that players will gravitate to Dillo’s side of the keep where they can take on quests to delve deeper into the dungeon.

The ultimate showdown between the Office Automatons and Dillo’s Bar is if the second “Order of Business” event is triggered. This is where The Spire’s Administration has decided to send in guards to shut down Dillo’s by force, creating a standoff for the players to get wrapped up in.

An aside: Speaking of random things, I don’t know why nested random tables appeal to me so much, but I love writing them. Burying elaborate events behind improbable chance just feels good. A 1-in-100 chance of a good time makes it a great time. It’s probably near the same part of the brain where rolling a crit lives.

And then there’s the theater. The main stage area sets up more of the narrative for the dungeon itself. Establishing the undead Queen who will show up later in the Monastery, establishing how the Tetric Necromancer thinks highly of himself, as the rightful ruler of The Spire. More King bashing. Elements of propaganda through technology, etc. That all fits fine. 

What didn’t fit in the theater was the addition of Guilfoyle’s Ghost. But I ain’t mad. I sort of fell in love with the concept as I was writing it, a thespian ghost whose play is slowly eating the real world. Then I ran out of space to really do it justice (trying to keep each area contained on one page). I hope it’s a concept that a game group can take and expand on. It’s a bad situation that’s easy to stumble on, and could easily end a run if players are unable to resolve things. I especially liked it because it’s high-stakes but doesn’t inherently involve fighting. It’s more like a trap you can reason with. And that’s pretty cool. A concept worth exploring further in the future.

Before I wrote the theater, I wrote the gallery. I basically wanted a “weird event” generator. The paintings on the walls come alive and create a situation for the players to navigate. Resolving the situation grants them some kind of item as a reward. A bit of a slot machine, I suppose. A lot of the painting descriptions are based off of dreams I’ve had, visuals that have stuck with me over the years. Have fun with them.

I don’t have a lot to say about the Recess of Finance. Depressed bank machines just seemed amusing to me. 

And lastly, the Morning room, a chill place to rest. I think it would be nice to end a session there, have the party sleep, and when they wake up their wounds are mended. With the side effect of being covered in geometric tattoos, caused by the magical healing properties of the stained glass windows.

I’m going to sleep now, too. See you in the next area!

#ttrpg #dungeon23 #ttrpg maps #dnd #indie ttrpg #ttrpgs #osr #drawing #ttrpg art #inkdrawing

[getallemeralds]

Spins you. Hi. How new place. How are things. How are Pepper and Jojo.

spins!!! hi!!

things are okay! my bedroom is... not entirely unpacked, i still have to reckon with Oh My God I Own So Many Clothes, but it's a nice space to be in!

today i set up my tablet in the side room, although i haven't started drawing yet because i needed to do some cleaning and i'm waiting for the drawing glove to dry. im.. not too keen on the side room right now because it's pretty barren, but we're hoping to get some more shelving so i can put my knicknacks on display again and i want to put up posters finally and that should help it feel a bit less empty :>

pepper is having a bit of a rough time adjusting - we had to keep her in the side room while moving and she was freaked out by us going back and forth a lot, so for the first couple nights she was very clingy and vocal but she's settling down now that we have the living room set up and she's got a couple kitty beds to hang out in with my parents

jo meanwhile is completely unbothered :p she DOES keep wanting to get into the garage though so we have to be careful - the way to the garage is through the kitchen and the kitchen is her favorite place so any time we have the door to the back open we have to shoo her away

overall i like the new place a lot. there's definitely stuff to get used to (i hear water in the pipes in my bedroom sometimes bc of upstairs neighbors doing stuff, the layout is basically "our old place but rotated" so its hard to orient myself, we're still unpacking so a lot of stuff is misplaced or disassembled) but it just. feels so much better. its a bit silly because we are literally next door to our old place, but being downstairs instead of upstairs and having the opportunity to shuffle furniture around and me getting to pick a new room that has more space in it has revolutionized everything

#leo chirps #leos reply #wooshofficial #pat.txt

[kopivie]

god, i know people are sick of hearing me dwell on this, but i think i'm done.

i think... i'm content knowing that my writing touched people when it did. it was my best work considering the time at which it was written, and the best work for the headspace that i was in. i was just rereading an old spidey-kazuha fic that i wrote and i'm just thinking that yeah, i'm never gonna write like that again. not because i'm not good enough (although i am out of practice), but rather because my interests have since shifted, and i should spend my energy trying to figure out the best writing style for myself with these new interests in mind.

like, i've been wanting to circle back to basic character creation. the things i've been wanting to do lately have less to do with readers and more to do with original characters. it's simply because i haven't done that in a long time that i'm feeling so pent up and anxious and scared.

so... essentially, i need to come to terms with the fact that my kazuha era is over. not that i don't love him anymore — i will always be the self-proclaimed #1 Kazuha Lover — but rather, my time writing for him is done. the same likely goes for other genshin boys, because i employed the same strategies when writing for them as well.

now i'm more interested in...

...creating a splatoon oc team. being on a competitive team myself is making me think of viable team comps as well as fully original characters that fit within the lore of the splatoon universe. i already have one and a half characters (the octoling girl is under construction, heh) completed.

...making a jujutsu kaisen fic about the zen'in family centered around an original character related to megumi. because i have very strong opinions about the whole thing and my closest online friend is writing a fic of her own and she fully supports me, so why shouldn't i give it a shot, too?

all in all, i think i'm done being so scared of myself and my ideas simply because it's not what people expecr from me. at this point if you're following me, you get what you get and you don't get upset. i'll just be talking and rambling aaaand you kinda have to deal with it.

i contemplated deleting kazewhara and awlumii, but no. that's wrong to the people who continue to read my work (because i've checked and wow, people.. really do enjoy that stuff.) and wrong to myself. that's going to act as a point of growth for me.

sooo.. yeah. new era for cinna.

perhaps i'll change my layout, too.

#[ 🌱 — blah blah. ] #i'm gonna probably change my tags or something? #i dunno #but i feel good #because i wanna talk about these silly little characters without feeling forced or awkward

[ekuns]

had a fucked up dream just now

i was at my old house i grew up in but i didnt clock that at first (bc i dream about being back there a lot so it usually doesnt matter to me) and the lights werent working right. it was late at night so it was also dark outside. i would go to turn on the light in my room and it would be extremely dim to the point where i could vaguely see the room and that's it. i would try to grab my phone and put the brightness on it up to use it as a light but that wasnt working either somehow. i would turn up the brightness to max and instead of being a flash bang like it should, the dimness barely changed.

so then i would go out to the room directly opposite it and turn the light on in there so i could see bc my light was fucked - except that one is the same but worse. all i can end up seeing in there is a tiny bit of the floor in the middle of the room. so then i go to the bathroom for light, it's the same. it's the same everywhere in the house except the kitchen area

in the kitchen the light bulb there is also sparking a bit. and then it comes off, crashing down to the floor, and i have to keep spot away from the glass shards while i can barely see him or them. and then the more fucked part starts happening in which it starts looping those events but with minor differences like sometimes my mom is there, sometimes there's water pooling on the floor in the room opposite mine, sometimes the light bulb has already fallen. these loops take less than 5 minutes and it went on for a while. and as they went on my mental state got worse and i started feeling like when i would start the next loop and be laying on my own bed, someone would be pulling my hair

so then it got even worse which i could never have expected: i realized it was a dream and that i dont even live at that house anymore and that i should just wake up. so what does my subconscious do? changes the dream layout. so im now in my room at my current house... still in the dream. and i cant even get out of bed now. im just stuck in the bed

im stuck in the bed and the pillow seems almost stuck to my head. the loops are still happening but theyre even shorter now, about a minute long. i keep trying to get out of bed, to get up, to even just fall out of bed, anything. it's completely dark aside from the faint glow of my pc screen. nothing is working. i can't get up, i can't wake up. i felt like i was in hell.

i did eventually finally wake up though obviously lol but now i feel super disoriented and kind of shaken up over that

#rii rambles #dream journal tag i guess

[storiesofsvu]

Alright. It’s Thursday let’s see how tonight goes…

Weird opening that’s for sure

That blue suit on mechad is fucking gorgeous

Wtf is happening?!!!!?? Is this gonna be one of those twisty episodes? We’re only halfway through…

YES! SAM! Give her more screen time PLEASE

The like, main thing here would be finding the dancer, yes?

The lawyers have a good point with this recording, but it’s all speculation at this point…

I KNOW I know this defence attorney from somewhere… hold pls while I try to figure it out lol

Goddammit it’s not on imdb yet…

Okay so defence found the witness and honestly that just made everything way more complicated. YES, he killed the guy in (self) defence/trying to help/save the girl, BUT he’s still a racist pos who strangled the guy for three minutes after he stopped breathing. Also what was going on with the vic on the train? Cause he defs seemed out of it…

Ohhkay, an asthma attack, that makes sense. Reaching for the inhaler. Got it

Okay, y’all I’m sold on the new DA guy who came from scandal.

What is it with cop shows having very racist/sexist people/witnesses and choosing to send in their poc/women to figure details out.

OOHHH WE LOVE A GOOD UC STORYLINE! IS THIS GONNA BE A MULTI EP ARC?! A CROSSOVER?! (I know im clowning over a crossover, you don’t need to tell me)

That was a really good ep tbh.

*

Okay we all know I’m ignoring TO.

If anyone has any good ideas for a relatively affordable vacation over July/august that wouldn’t be too fucking hot, pls lmk.

*

Svu time!

Woof talk about a dark open

Also… it’s giving little mermaid…. The whole hazy can’t see her but she’s rescuing him and keeping him safe??

…pants around the ankles? Okay wait so something else happened in there?

WHERE! IS! VELASCO!

FFS

“EVERYONE IS ON MANDATORY OT” REALLY?! I REPEAT WHAT I JUST SAID!!

If they’re gonna be fucking rotating cast members, they should be rotating the ones who aren’t officially part of the squad. Curry was on last week, she should be gone this week.

Oh it was a man in the little mermaid vibes, my bad lol

….at least bruno’s here..

Okay… this girl’s apartment layout is the same as olivia’s (old?) one? (the one where noah was a toddler and up on the counter stealing cookies..) they really all about reusing sets aren’t they? Yet they make olivia’s apt completely different each ep…

Also I lowkey love all the fairy lights and art she’s got up, she’s made this place super cozy and calming and I dig it. Like I legit want that little tree with the fairy lights she has… catch me on amazon later.

Okay but like, if you were beat that bad and fighting for your life, there’s definitely a chance of hallucinating someone..

Bruno can yell at me any day…. Just sayin.

Why cant the girl with agoraphobia just fucking zoom/face time into the trial??? Like, they did that shit for younger witnesses/victims, for people already in prison/stuck in hospitals and that was all BEFORE covid…. I get that this is some kind of progress for her/olivia and more building for liv but it’s stupid…

Shout out to liv for making her office a complete safe space with the blinds drawn and candles and shit. Cute.

Okay that was an okay episode, we’re getting there slowly. I just wish we would go back to court for once. I miss my defence attorneys…

*

Lowkey hate this flashback, ngl.

 Okay…I NEED to know how old joe stabler is supposed to be. Cause the actor’s age isn’t listed on wiki/imdb, but there’s a couple pages/articles that say he’s super late 40’s, early 50’s but he could pass for late 30’s so im SO confused lol.

Ahh… okay. Glad the drugs are his and not eli’s lol

Ugh I love bell so fucking much

I really hope Bobby’s leave was written in cause the actor had another offer that he wanted to take and not one that screwed him over.

Yaaasss cragen with the distraction save!

“I thought it worked…” bruh it sure did lol

God I miss cragen’s sass and quips. Im super glad he’s open to guest star

Bell being a complete bad ass like always. Yaaas queen

Speaking of bad ass women… nicely done chief…

Oh fuck….

Okay, well that was a decent night of l&o tonight!

#spoilers #law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime

[sana-yan]

Just 4 Guys formed in January of this year with the "remnants" of Suzuki-gun and became "5 Guys" with the addition of SANADA, quickly becoming a central unit in the New Japan scene. Taichi was the "bridge" for SANADA joining the team, and the latter would later win the IWGP World Heavyweight Title at Ryogoku on April 8, 2023. The two men, who share a common background in All Japan Pro Wrestling, have long resonated with each other and candidly discussed the past and present in a friendly atmosphere.

Interviewer: Toru Ichikawa / Photographer: Yoshihisa Kikuta Published in: Issue No. 2240 (May 3, 2023)

NOTE: This interview was conducted around April 10, 2023. DISCLAIMER: I am not a native Japanese speaker, and while translating, I utilized ichi.moe and yomichan transliteration dictionaries to get the most accurate meaning. I've attached a link to the unedited Japanese text here. Please let me know if there are any discrepancies. I will correct any mistranslation. I also tried to emulate the layout of the magazine as best as I could and add in some extra behind-the-scenes images (which will be noted as my own inclusion). As always, please do not share outside of Tumblr! Thank you, and enjoy!

Taichi sensed the signs of a "big shot" from a young SANADA!?

Ever since their days in Suzuki-gun and in Los Ingos, respectively, the two's singles competitions against each other have shown their roots through their offense and defense.

Apr. 8, 2023. All team members seconded for SANADA in Ryogoku and exchanged jokes backstage.

INTERVIEWER (INT): We arranged a talk between you two at the world's fastest pace.

TAICHI: Nah, I'll do it on YouTube later tonight. [laughs]

SANADA: It'll be released first. [laughs]

INT: That's only just a video.

TAICHI: And this here is text.

(Extra inclusion.) Apr. 10, 2023. Taichi and SANADA pose for a photo to plug Sana-yan's first live on Taichi's YouTube channel following SANADA's victory over Okada at Sakura Genesis 2023.

INT: This is in writing for the first time in this country. So, how did you feel when you look back on Sanada winning the belt in Ryogoku?

TAICHI: As you can see, his match was completely different from the Sana-yan of the past. He was a completely different person. Everyone who saw it felt that, didn't they? The costume, the hairstyle, the entrance music...

INT: Sanada, whom Taichi called "Kenichi Mikawa"* in a comment after the match, had a sparkling entrance.

TAICHI: You're teasing me this early? [laughs] Before the match in the locker room, we had "Scorpio Woman"* playing. [laughs] We relaxed in the room so Sana-yan wouldn't be tense. We thought it'd help him loosen up by telling jokes and drinking tea.

INT: Taichi, you were leaning forward and shouting during the match.

TAICHI: That's right. We were excited, but we were also desperate. We were also afraid that Sana-yan and we could fail at this point.

INT: It felt as though the entire unit was fighting together (with Sanada).

TAICHI: Oh yeah, even if he didn't know it. [laughs]

SANADA: No, no. [laughs] I could hear his voice, and for the first time, I thought it was great to have a second. I heard precise advice such as "rest now" and "attack now," which gave me confidence during the match.

TAICHI: We're not just a unit. We're going to win together. [turning to Sanada] Because LIJ is a business unit, aren't they? [laughs] We aim to win collectively as a team and rise to the top together.

SANADA: It's an amazing feeling, thinking of what we'll be building from here on out.

TAICHI: I wanted to create a unit with a never-before-seen scenery.

INT: The sight of Sanada being carried on your shoulders after the Ryogoku match was reminiscent of the 90s All Japan Pro Wrestling, similar to Misawa Mitsuharu of the past.

TAICHI: Naturally, with me, Uncle Nobu, and Sana-yan in the middle, our blood stirred to do something old school. If you win a belt, it should also have a shoulder ride, no? [laughs] I think it was good for us as a trio together, and I'm sure Uncle Nobu's presence was also very significant for Sana-yan.

SANADA: All three of us (from our debuts to our tenure in All Japan) didn't overlap.

TAICHI: We never lived together at the dojo. When Sanada was still young, I once raided the dojo as a surprise. [wry smile]

INT: Why did you raid the dojo?

TAICHI: I was having dinner with Old Man Kihara (Kihara Fumito, the AJPW ring announcer), and we talked about heading over to the dojo. There happened to be a wooden sword at the dojo, so I put on a full-face helmet and went into where the trainees were sleeping. I should have said, "It's a joke," but because I left with my helmet on, the young guys had no clue who I was even at the end. Maybe instead of being surprised, they were afraid. [laughs]

INT: Sanada, you once said that your first impression of Taichi was that he was a "yakara"*, right?

SANADA: Hahaha!!

TAICHI: I guess if you were attacked with a full-face helmet. [laughs]

INT: I think his appearance is more than a "yakara," though. [laughs]

TAICHI: After the raid event, I went to the public baths with Old Man Kihara*, who was doing a diet then. He went into the sauna many times and collapsed from dehydration.

Since Old Man Kihara is such a prankster, I thought, "Yeah, yeah, another one," and let him be until someone had to call the ambulance. As the staff rushed in, I thought I better leave it to them, so I ended up drying my hair with a hair dryer. [laughs]

After I was at the hospital, I called the All Japan Dojo, told them of Old Man Kihara's situation, and asked someone to come over. One of those people ended up being Sana-yan.

INT: At that time, there were young trainees who came to the hospital.

TAICHI: There was another young guy, and he and Sanada said they'd look after Old Man Kihara. Then, Sana-yan poured a bunch of candy on the waiting room chair and started to snack. "We'll eat and wait for him," he said while munching, and I thought to myself: who the hell are these guys? [laughs]

SANADA: At the time, I didn't like alcohol yet, so I gravitated towards sweets.

TAICHI: I told them Old Man Kihara had collapsed, but they appeared unconcerned and ate sweets. [laughs]

INT: In a way, that's a big response. [laughs]

TAICHI: No, really. I was a bit taken aback. I thought this guy was going to be a big shot. [laughs]

INT: By the way, Sanada, did you ever watch a Taichi match when you were a fan? (T/N: Meaning before Sanada became a pro wrestler.)

SANADA: Yes, I had.

INT: What was your impression?

TAICHI: There weren't any, right. [laughs]

SANADA: You had brown hair, no?

TAICHI: I think I colored my hair brown halfway through.

SANADA: At that time, Akira Raijin-san, the leader of the training camp dorms, was like this... [bows deeply] ...in front of Taichi-niyan. For the training camp dorm leader to be like that...

INT: So you had an image of a scary person. [laughs] Taichi, you met SANADA in Mexico before he joined New Japan, didn't you?

TAICHI: Ah, we met for a moment.

SANADA: We met during the month I was in Mexico after exiting All Japan.

TAICHI: It wasn't more than a greeting, just a "hello."

INT: Until Sanada entered New Japan in 2016, you two had no in-ring contact.

Although from a different unit, Taichi, who always cared, made me "feel love." - SANADA

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SANADA: But, when I arrived in 2010, Taichi-niyan wasn't in New Japan.

INT: He was working at NOAH around this time, right?

SANADA: Even after he returned, we didn't have a match. Really, I believe it's been a recent thing.

INT: Taichi originally started saying "Sana-yan" because he created a character resembling Sanada in one of his video games, right?*

SANADA: Ah, it was very similar. [laughs]

TAICHI: It resembled him incredibly! [laughs] The name Sana-yan was easy to say, so I ended up calling it that on my own.

INT: There was a period where the two of you kept in touch through the organization's website diaries, but Taichi, did you feel sympathy towards Sanada?

TAICHI: In a way, I was curious about him, being from All Japan Pro Wrestling. I often said this for years since we competed against each other, but it felt like he had something great that was being wasted. Long before I was comfortable around Sana-yan, I said, "At this rate, he'll be a midranger (T/N: midcarder) if he doesn't change." I was a little worried about him. I know it was selfish and meddlesome, but I told him.

INT: Midrangers are overshadowed somewhat, aren't they?

TAICHI: That's right. Yellow or peach would still be better. [laughs] Something "green" is ordinary, like a nobody. I thought that was a waste.

(T/N: Taichi is riffing on the word "mid" sounding phonetically similar to midori, the color green.)

INT: Sanada, how did you take in Taichi's remarks?

SANADA: It resonated with me that he cared about me even though we were in different units. After all, one wouldn't usually say it, right?

TAICHI: Other guys have the attitude of not giving a damn about what happens (to anybody else).

SANADA: I felt loved that he dared to tell me, especially in a situation like that.

INT: You said you felt loved!

TAICHI: I don't know much about what Love is, but...

INT: Whether or not it was love, there was a lot of resonance between you both when you swung in your singles matches, right?

TAICHI: Somewhere, I realized that every time I did a singles match with Sana-yan, it was as if my true self came out. I was amazed, seeing the self I didn't know I had within me emerging. Conversely, I wondered if it was the same for Sana-yan. If he'd do things he wouldn't in LIJ when he was up against me. I thought what happened in the ring brought us closer together.

INT: How did you see the situation where Sanada could not reach the top?

TAICHI: Watching it, I thought he would surely be a midranger. Takagi, who came in from the middle of the pack, moved with a bang to the place I wanted Sana-yan to go. But you took something like the US title once, didn't you?

SANADA: Yeah, I picked it up.

TAICHI: But you got injured (with an orbital floor fracture). Even though he was in an enemy faction, I felt a sense of dread at the time. In wrestling, luck is also a kind of skill. Maybe Sana-yan didn't have the skills to hold the US title.

To lose the singles belt you worked so hard for due to injury felt like something was still missing, like the gods of pro wrestling said, "You're not ready to be a champion yet; isn't there something more you need to awaken?" I wondered if such forces were at work.

"I want to work with Takagi again and change my landscape." - Taichi

INT: In last year's G1 Climax, Taichi, you said to Sanada, "Why are you in that place?" After you said those words, it felt like the distance and the relationship between you two began to change around that time.

TAICHI: There's the G1, but the actual decisive moment was in the first round of last year's TV title tournament.

INT: The match was in Sanada's hometown of Nagaoka.

SANADA: Around that time, he asked me something like, "Won't you join me?"

TAICHI: It's plain to see. Looking back (at the fight footage), you can see we discussed it in the ring after the match.

INT: What prompted you to make such a direct offer back then?

TAICHI: It was a period where the faction members (Suzuki-gun) were looking in different directions, as there were talks of disbanding, so I was wondering what to do should the unit disappear.

During that time, Sana-yan's usual demeanor would be there, but a different Sana-yan would come out when he fought against me in a match. I thought if he worked with me, the things he couldn't catch up on, the talents he couldn't find results with, all those things I could help cover. So I asked him if he wanted to join me. To which Sana-yan asked, "Is Taichi-niyan going to be in (Los Ingos)?"

INT: He thought you were going to join! [laughs]

TAICHI: "No, no, Sana-yan is coming over here." The topic really started from that point forward.

SANADA: I thought I was being set up when he said that. I wondered if I was getting pranked.

TAICHI: What kinda prank is that! [laughs]

SANADA: I worried it might be some kind of trap.

TAICHI: I thought, "You should have moved up quickly (in the ranking)," but he seemed to give the impression of, "No, I'm fine here." I wished he was a little more greedy. He didn't need anything pretty; if he let go of his obsessive hangups, he could go far. It felt that LIJ's Sana-yan was becoming rigid.

INT: With that in mind, did you consider earnestly recruiting him into the unit at the beginning of the year?

TAICHI: I had been recruiting him since the TV title match, and in my mind, I believed my persistent prods would gradually work. That's why on January 5th (at New Year Dash), when I said that the four of us would go and change the scenery, I was sure he wouldn't join. I believed I was partly at fault for saying needless things, resulting in Sana-yan's poor performance and causing him to lose his way in his matches.

"I didn't want him to revert to the Sana-yan he had been in LIJ; I believe it was absolutely the right thing to do." - Taichi

Taichi / Real name undisclosed. Born March 19, 1980 in Ishikari, Hokkaido. Debuted at All Japan in December 2002. Around 2006, he started to appear on the New Japan ring, and became a member of Suzuki-gun in 2011. Moved up to heavyweight in 2018, and won the IWGP Tag, NEVER Openweight, and KOPW titles. Finisher: Black Mephisto. 177cm, 100kg. SANADA / Real name: Seiya Sanada. Born January 28, 1988 in Niigata City, Niigata Prefecture. Debuted at All Japan in March 2007. Left in June 2013, joined WRESTLE-1, and worked freelance, before joining New Japan in April 2016. He was a Los Ingobernables de Japon member until he left in March of this year. Finisher: Deadfall. 182cm, 100kg.

{page 3}

INT: On January 5th, at Ota Ward, you envisioned Sanada joining your team.

TAICHI: I told my teammates that Sana-yan might choose us.

INT: Sanada joining the unit wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing but something that had been set into motion.

TAICHI: Yes, although it was possible we weren't going to be together, we started to feel something the more we had matches against each other. And little by little, each nudge led to the action in March at Korakuen Hall.

INT: Honestly, what's the atmosphere in the unit like now that Sanada has joined?

TAICHI: It's crazy good. We four were already like that, so when Sana-yan joined, I didn't want him to revert to the Sana-yan he had been in LIJ. So, as I mentioned, we played "Scorpio Woman" and tried to make him laugh with our antics. As you can tell from the backstage, he started to laugh more often.

SANADA: I could bring out my natural, true self. I thought it would be best not to embellish it.

TAICHI: If people notice that side of you outside the ring, that aspect would also naturally appear inside the ring. As a result, he's come this far now. To a casual viewer, we might seem childish (with our backstage talks), or they might think we're doing a comedic bit, but I took a chance to do that and genuinely believe it was the right choice since it's led to the present-day Sana-yan.

INT: How do you plan to proceed from here as a unit?

TAICHI: Now that we've taken our first step into the new scene, we'll be a one-trick pony if we just keep calling out, "Sana-yan" this and "Sana-yan" that. Of course, myself, Uncle Nobu, Douki, and... I don't know about Taka [laughs], we should move together to see the new scenery. Uncle Nobu has the juniors (title), and I want to work with Takagi again and change my landscape.

INT: Regarding KOPW, Taichi, you said you didn't care if the title wasn't on the line.

TAICHI: I'd certainly appreciate it if the title was on the line, but I've already lost three times in a row, so who am I to demand they put the title up for grabs? Because of Takagi, I fell into a huge slump last year and couldn't win any singles matches. I have to defeat Takagi, the opponent who made me fall into this state, to move forward. Anyway, I'm only asking for a singles match. If KOPW happens to be included, that would be even better for my landscape.

INT: And as for its rules?

TAICHI: I'm in no position to declare the rules, so Takagi should decide. We could even do a "Return Sana-yan"* match if he wants. [laughs]

INT: It'd be too revolutionary to have the IWGP World Heavyweight Champion move to a different faction in the middle of his reign. [laughs]

SANADA: I want to do a shoulder ride.

TAICHI: You want to do it the other way around? It's a dream, then! [laughs] Will you and Uncle Nobu do it together? For real? Then let's get that on the cover (of Weekly Pro Wrestling) too! [laughs]

INT: Making shoulder rides a regular part of the tradition would be nice.

TAICHI: We'll carry whoever is the central person on our shoulders. Because no one is the boss, or the leader, so whoever stands out at the time is the best. So if Uncle Nobu wins the junior belt, the two of us will do it together.

INT: I would love to see Kanemaru being carried around. [laughs]

SANADA: It's a dream. [laughs]

TAICHI: Old school All Japan style is still a new scenery. [laughs] Even if Uncle Nobu doesn't make the junior title, we still have Douki and Taka... though I don't know about Taka. [laughs]

INT: Sanada, you're set to defend against Hiromu.

SANADA: Hiromu-san said that if he wins the belt, he wants to go up against Naito-san. I feel he's using the IWGP belt and me as a stepping stone, so I want to show him that it's not such an easy belt to win. I barely managed to get this belt, so I want to say that this isn't something that can be taken lightly.

TAICHI: Well... it could be a shot at you. Perhaps there's jealousy that you became a champion after leaving. But there's a chance that if he messes up (against Uncle Nobu), the three of us could be in Fukuoka holding singles belts and riding on each other's shoulders, no? It's a dream~ "Triple Crown Champions!" [laughs]

INT: Is there anything else you'd like to do with Sanada outside the ring?

TAICHI: I'm working two jobs as (a wrestler and) a YouTuber, so I thought it'd be nice to show the world the other side of Sana-yan that hasn't been seen before. He said he's curious about playing pranks, too.

SANADA: I badly want to try. I've seen prank videos on YouTube, and I want to cream (pie) someone in the face with a bam! I want to do it.

TAICHI: You think that'd work on Uncle Nobu? I'm sure it'd work on Taka. [laughs]

In the upcoming series, Kanemaru and Taichi will be carried on the shoulders... "Shoulder rides" will be a part of this faction's tradition!

The J5G team was on the cover of last week's issue. Will we see this scene again in the next series?

Footnotes:

Kenichi Mikawa is a gay drag personality and onnagata singer.

The "Scorpio Woman" Taichi refers to is the single by Kenichi Mikawa, not the song by Jimi Hendrix.

やから (yakara) is a slang word with various meanings, both positive and negative, meaning someone of the same "clan/blood/background" as you (kindred), or that they're "thugs/delinquents," etc. Taichi definitely fits both terms lmao. This word is mainly used in the Kansai dialect. Since SANADA's hometown is in Niigata, which is in the Chūbu region closest to the Kansai region, he sometimes uses this dialect.

Read more about Taichi and SANADA's first encounter here.

Read more about the creation of the nickname and "The Big Adventure of SANA-yan" here.

I can't believe Uncle Shingo denied us of a "Sanada-on-a-Pole" match, RIP

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#taichi #sanada #seiya sanada #taichi ishikari #njpw #*translations #( this took way too long apologies ) #( but we have lots of interesting lore here!!! ) #( sorry for some of the image scans ) #( ngl pujoshi photography hobbyists >>>> ''the pros'' every single time ) #just 5 guys

[thetreetopinn]

I recently bought a new desktop because the old one was showing signs of aging--chugging when trying to complete basic tasks, things like that.

I was looking at pre-built rigs because I didn't want to spend an arm and a leg, this isn't intended to be mega beefy... maybe someday in the future I'll be able to afford to build a custom rig, but not today.

Unfortunately, they all came in one flavor--Windows 11.

I was hoping to avoid this, because from what I've seen... it's... not great.

My experience so far is... it's not great.

Sure there are certain little details they've adjusted that are nice, but it's not enough to make me enjoy the experience overall.

The biggest gripe I have is that the Start Menu is fucking terrible.

Look at this atrocious nightmare.

Sure, you can adjust the settings to move it over to the left, but that doesn't fix most of the problem. This is just... awful. I hate it. And it doesn't give you the option to use a legacy layout, like from 10 or earlier.

Why? Why do they do this? Why does Microsoft keep insisting on making broad, sweeping changes to the UI that nobody fucking asked for, and nobody wants, and nobody likes.

Literally everyone I have asked who has tried this--HAAAAAAAAATES the new start menu.

There are third party apps you can install that REPLACE this eyesore... but that's just it... I SHOULD NOT NEED TO DOWNLOAD A SEPARATE PROGRAM TO FIX YOUR SHIT, WINDOWS.

Honestly... I wouldn't mind if Microsoft was trying this stuff out just to see what sticks... but actually let us pick and choose what layout we want. Like periodically, they come up with a new layout and it comes with the latest update. You can try it if you want, and if you don't like it, you can go back to what you had before. No big deal.

They could even carry a whole package of legacy layouts so you can simulate the start menu from previous version of Windows... but they will never do that. It would be too useful and desirable a feature.

I just... do not understand why companies decide to force these unnecessary and obnoxious UI changes on us. This isn't even the first time Windows has done this. I'm old enough to remember the debacle that Windows 8 caused with the hardcore push to unify the PC and Mobile experience... 'cause that's what we all need... christ almighty.

I'm old enough to remember people bitching about the jump from Windows XP to Windows Vista. Granted, Vista got complaints because of the hardware requirements and how much slower everything seemed to run, not the UI... but all things being equal... Vista's UI isn't my favorite.

It's like the company just... doesn't learn from its mistakes.

Oh right, duh, forgot... it's all about the money. They only care about the money. If they can make it look shiny and new, then some folks will jump on it because shiny and new, and that's big bucks for Microsoft.

Once again, like so many of life's problems, this too is caused by capitalism.

[invui]

yin. remember the "when aruji-sama gives them their phone" heaccanon? can i request you on making one. of course, with the number and butler of your choice^^/

when master gives them their phone

why would i forget my very first hcs that i posted on this blog? i wrote this whole thing in 2 hours and the majority of it was trying to figure out a new layout so yay.

✧ ━ MIYAJI OLDIA

✦ this old man would be stuck on the camera app wondering on how the hell this works, he even accidentally burst shot his face like 20 times as he was figuring out how to take a video.

✦ he might’ve also stumbled across your photo gallery which he immediately left because he thought he was invading your privacy. in fact — he thought he was invading your privacy when you offered him your phone, he declined at first but accepted it since you kept insisting him even if you weren’t sure about this decision.

✦ after watching him struggle with literally the most simplest feature on your phone, you decided to lessen his trivial sorrow and asked him if he wanted to take a photo with the both of you in it — but uh oh, it seems like he managed to sneak in about 2 photos of you watching miyaji with genuine pity on your face.

✦ you were completely stunned by this sudden surprise but you couldn’t help but giggle at miyaji’s face while he was secretly doing it. this man’s eyes were squinting as if he had looked straight into the sun.

✦ after his succesful learning experience with the camera app, what’s a better fitting app that would catch his eye? the spotify (or insert any other music app) app of course!! if he finds out you don’t have spotify premium, he’s going to think the ads are really short songs and makes a mental of note that it’s the type of music you like listening toTT

✦ this is also an entrance for miyaji to find out what modern music is really like in your world. oh, you listen to mitski? miyaji will say that’s the equivalent to beethoven in his world. (lol)

✦ miyaji would try his best to find your playlists appealing even if he doesn’t like it. you would be nervous of him listening to your spotify because he is listening to it very intently with a serious expression on his face.

✦ after he’s done with his little modern music exploration, he’ll give your phone back with a smile on his face.

“Your taste in music surely does remind me of you.”

✧ ━ LATO BACCA

✦ were you asking for a death wish? maybe you were but the butlers were going to experience having a coded metal board thing that is widely used around the modern world sooner or later.

✦ the first thing lato does is to throw your phone, making you enter a panicked state of mind. well, he doesn’t technically throw your phone, he just questions himself out loud.

“Should I or should I not throw this across the room?”

✦ with you having to confiscate the phone from lato and having to set some boundaries, you give it back to him and watch him start to navigate your phone screen but he’ll accidentally close your phone due to his rather hard grip on it.

✦ lato would turn his head to look at you and directly ask for your password, maybe even with kitty eyes to convince you more.

✦ you tell him your password (or you just snatched it away from him and inputted your password) and lato is back to square one with the navigation screen.

✦ lato then proceeds to turn it off again and gives your phone back with a closed-eyed smile

“That’s enough for today, hm?”

✧ ━ FLURE GARCIA

✦ he accepted your offer despite being nervous himself even though it should be you who’s the most anxious between the both of you.

✦ his nervousness would end by hearing that you’ll show him photos of you wearing different clothes. flure has never been so excited in his life to be seeing someone’s clothes on a foreign gadget, especially if it was his master! with this, he gets to understand your fashion sense a bit more so he could make clothes that you would personally like.

✦ his eyes would shine brighter than the stars when he sees your self portraits and it makes you smile yourself seeing flure so mesmerized, well he has changed his expression into a disgusting one when he sees a photo of you he dislikes.

✦ this boy would be even happier when you offer to print these photos as references. how could he say no to this? it’s better than having to do it by memory that’s for sure.

✦ the both of you would just be stuck together talking about your favorite outfits while flure is taking mental notes of this, he’s already thinking of new designs to make inside of his head with new inspirations appearing from left to right.

“I promise to make you a new outfit when I get references!”

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #あくねこ #miyaji oldia x reader #miyaji oldia #flure garcia #flure garcia x reader #lato bacca #lato bacca x reader #akuneko x reader