#< this is like. nothing. but i'm gonna brag about it here since i'm sure i have some followers who remember my Lazlo title cards

[ducktracy]

I got to design tonight's Patrick Show title card! As to be expected, our BG team really made a gorgeous job out of it. I remember spending so much of my time drawing up fake title cards for shows like Camp Lazlo, so it's pretty surreal to do the real McCoy

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me trying to stroll thru the ted nivison tag on tumblr for some sick art X READER, IMAGINE, OTHER THINGS I CAN'T REMEMBER THE NAME OF EVEN THO IT'S QUITE LITERATLY RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME XDD

[bunnliix]

Most to least likely in Skz to casually give you their black card for purchases

Since I'm having a lil trouble with a writing block today, I figured I'd post this up haha

Also, this is totally inspired by the video of Woozi giving Vernon his card to pay for a bubble wand.

Chan

This man would be so casual about it. You wouldn’t even need to ask. He’d notice that you're getting ready to go out, and instead of handing it to you, because he knows you'd try and hand it back, he would slip it into your wallet or purse for you to find later. He wants to take care of you, and this is one way that he can. He'd also act like it's nothing to give you his card, because to him it truly is nothing. Taking care of you is his biggest priority besides Stray Kids.

2. Minho

He would be casual about giving you his card, yes but it doesn't mean that you'd get it easily. He just wouldn't want to make a big deal about handing it to you for you to buy whatever it is that you want. He'd still be a cheeky bastard about it, just quietly and only for you to see. However, he also enjoys that you allow him to care for you in this way, and never truly minds you using it. Plus you use it to buy treats and toys for his cats, which he loves because his SO loves his cats as much as he does

3. Seungmin

Seungmin would also not make a huge deal about it. He would however be similar to Minho, and be cheeky about giving it to you. He would tease you a bit before and as he handed it to you, but never really withheld it because he knew you wouldn't do anything stupid with it and he enjoys seeing what you bring home from your shopping trips. You always give him little shows of what you bought. And if it's not clothing, you'd just be showing it off while telling him what exactly it is. He'd sit there smiling as this was his reward, listening to you chatting away as you showed off what you used his card for.

4. Felix

Felix would be super sweet about it. He wouldn't hesitate to give you his card, but he also wouldn't be silent about it. He'd make sure you knew that you could use it to buy anything. He'd also say something cute to you as he handed it over. He didn't mind what you bought with his money, he wanted you to feel happy, and if buying things you liked did that, then that was perfectly fine. He knows you'd have such a big smile on your face as you showed off all of your purchases, and no matter how much or how little you spent, it's all worth it to see your smile.

5. Hyunjin

Look, he's here because as much of a drama llama as he can be, I think the drama would more so extend to him begging and pleading to go with you. He'd want to be a part of the shopping experience, not just see the results of it like some of the others would be fine with. So either you'd have to give him a good reason why he can't come with, and then he'd give you the card after some whining, or you'd have to agree to him coming with. You'd still have to show off everything after you got home, even if he went with you. He loves seeing you dress up and show off for him.

6. Innie

He's a menace, he's gonna be loud about giving you his card. He will tease you about it, but only around the boys, he'd never do it publicly, or loud enough to attract strangers attention. He'd never be that much of an ass about it, but you'd have to put up with his antics before he'd hand over that black card. You'd learn that he did it out of a teasing love, knowing that he never had any problem about giving it to you, he just liked to be a menace.

7. Han

Okay, he's going to be pretty braggy to people that he has enough money to spend on you, that he has a black card that he'll freely give out to you. He's told you many times that he doesn't care what you use it for, and willingly hands it to you for even the smallest purchases. He brags to the boys way too much about it, but everyone knows it's because he's proud to be able to provide for you. He also is very touchy as he gives you the card, making sure you know he wants a show when you come back home afterwards.

8. Changbin

This man is going to be the loudest and most proud man about the fact that you're using his card. He doesn't care who hears him, he will brag to everyone about it, but mostly the other boys. He's just so proud to have enough money that allows for him to provide for you. He wants to treat his partner right, and that includes letting you spend his money any way you want. He'd definitely want you to show him everything you bought, even if it's something little and not worth showing off. He wants to see what you liked so much that you bought it. He's just a very vocal person about this, he's the type of person to brag about their partner, and this gives him yet another reason to.

[lefteagleblizzard]

𝔙𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱

Mike munroe x male reader

A request that I received from a really nice person here on tumblr: a small idea I liked for a fic if you like the idea as well. Nothing too big, just a fic about Reader and Chris being brothers and constantly nagging each other about their crushes on Ashley and Mike.

I expanded the request a bit, sorry if I went overboard with it. Hope you enjoyed it.

Tags: set before the event of the game. Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Chris and the reader are brothers. Some very quick shifts of pov between characters. Jealousy. Mike and Jess/ Emily are not together in this. Friends to lovers. Mike is a flirt.

Words count: 4000

Can also be found on wattpad and ao3

𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥

𝔉𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢'𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔪

𝔗𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝔄 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲

𝔍𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 𝔞𝔱 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔴𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔐𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥 Part 2 of it

For anyone interested, I took inspiration from this clue that you can find while playing as Chris.

The music thumps in the background, a mix of bass-heavy beats and voices blending into a dull roar. You and Chris sit at a small, round table near the back, well out of the action but with a good view of everyone mingling.

"So," Chris says, taking a long, dramatic sip. "You actually spent the whole night staring at Mike. Dude, seriously, you're lucky your eyes didn't burn a hole in the back of his head."

You scoff, leaning back in your chair with a mock sigh. "Like you're any better. When are you actually gonna talk to Ashley? She's cool, she's cute, she's well, out of your league but hey, a guy can dream.”

"Hey, I do talk to her," Chris retorts, feigning offense.

"Uh-huh," you say, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a lot if you can manage to squeak out a sentence before turning red.”

Chris chuckles, crossing his arms. "Fine. Why don't you go up to Mike and tell him what you think? 'Hey, by the way, I've been thinking about how perfect your jawline is all night!’ I'm sure that'll go over great." He did a horrible interpretation of your voice to mock you even further.

You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks flush just a bit. "First of all, I would never phrase it like that. And second, at least I actually know things about him beyond his favorite book."

"Oh, really? Let's see who knows more about their crush. No cheating. No wimping out. Winner gets bragging rights." Chris leans forward, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Bragging rights? How about you admit I'm objectively hotter than you when I win?" you echoed, folding your arms.

"Sure. Whatever fantasy helps you sleep at night," Chris said, grinning as he dramatically cracked his knuckles. “I'll go first since I know you're just dying to hear all the juicy Ashley knowledge."

You chuckle. "Go with your in-depth research, Sherlock."

Chris clears his throat, sitting up straighter. "Fine. For starters, her favorite color is purple."

You make a face, unimpressed. "That's it? You think knowing her favorite color makes you the expert here?"

"Let me finish, smartass. She loves thriller movies. She also has this little habit of chewing on her nails when she's nervous."

You raise an eyebrow, genuinely impressed but unwilling to give him the satisfaction. "Okay, okay, not bad. But that's kid stuff. Let me show you how it's done."

Chris rolls his eyes, clearly not expecting much. "Alright, hotshot. Give me your best Mike trivia."

You sit forward, lowering your voice like you're letting him in on a secret. You have always been good at noticing things. Maybe it was a result of growing up with Chris and when it came to Mike Munroe, your crush, the small things were more than just interesting, they were revealing.

For one, every morning, without fail, he was up before the sun. He’d go for a quick run to stay in shape. You’d always catch glimpses of him at college heading back to his room in a tank top, earbuds in, eyes focused ahead and glimpses of sweat on his forehead.

He had this tough, confident exterior. He wasn’t loud like some of the others in the group. He had a way of using humor to deflect, to keep people from getting too close. You saw it when he’d brush off any talk about specific topics.

And then there were his tastes.

He likes his coffee black. Pretends it's macho. He had a surprising amount of nostalgia in his preferences. You couldn’t forget the time you’ve talked together casually on the lodge, his face lighting up as he talked about his love for old action movies.

Chris raises an eyebrow. "Alright. Maybe you’re better equipped than me. But, let's be real, you wouldn't even know where to start."

"Better than starting with nothing," you counter. "Besides, I could charm him if I wanted to."

Chris raises an eyebrow. "What would you even say?"

You grin, leaning in like you're revealing a grand plan. "I'd just walk up and ask him about his football season. Mention that time he scored the winning touchdown. You instead are hopeless"

Chris nods, pretending to take you seriously. "Oh, sure, because that'll definitely make him swoon. Hopeless? Me?" Chris laughs, leaning back with a smirk. "At least I don't have to worry about being mistaken for a stalker."

You both burst into laughter. For all the banter, you know neither of you would really judge the other for these harmless crushes. It's what makes the night so much fun.

From across the room, you caught sight of Ashley standing awkwardly near a table stacked with half-empty snack bowls and crumpled napkins. She shifted from foot to foot, clearly trying to blend into the background.

"Hey, Romeo. This is your chance," you said, leaning closer and nudging Chris with your elbow.

Chris snapped out of his trance, his head swiveling toward Ashley. His brows furrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in amusement before settling back into a more thoughtful expression.

Chris groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "What am I supposed to do? Walk up and make everything even more embarrassing?"

"News flash: she knows you're a loser," but she clearly likes you anyway. Stop overthinking it. Just go talk to her. Be romantic for once. She loves that whole 'awkward and sincere' thing you've got going on."

"First of all," Chris said, pointing a finger at you, "I'm not awkward. I'm, uh, charmingly self-aware. Second, what if I say something dumb? Or worse, nothing at all? I can't just walk up to her and-"

"You're a coward," you interrupted, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

"Yep," he said, popping the "p" and lifting his cup in mock toast.

You were scanning the room until your gaze landed on Mike Munroe.

He was leaning casually against the wall, drink in hand, chatting with a girl you vaguely recognized from English class. His tuxedo fit him perfectly, tailored in all the right places, the dark fabric catching the light just enough to highlight his athletic build. The black foulard tied loosely around his neck was an elegant touch, a little different from the usual bow ties and neckties most guys wore. His hair was perfectly tousled, like he hadn't even tried but still managed to look effortlessly handsome.

You felt your chest tighten. For a moment, your imagination betrayed you, painting a picture of Mike turning toward you, smiling like he did when he told one of his dumb jokes when he got elected class president. You could almost hear his laugh, warm and inviting, as if it were just for you. But reality snapped back into focus when the girl he was talking to leaned closer.

"Mike would never look twice at me like that." You mumble more to yourself without thinking, unable to keep the disappointment from your voice.

Chris, placed a hand on your shoulder. His touch was light but reassuring. "Don't do that to yourself. You're a catch. If Mike doesn't see that, he's an idiot."

You looked up at him, grateful but unconvinced. Chris stood up, brushing imaginary lint off his jacket. "I'm getting us drinks. Let's make it through the rest of this night together, yeah?"

You nodded, watching as he made his way to the bar. You glance around, your gaze landing once more on Ashley and an idea strikes you. Chris is now far away from your position. It’s your chance to do something.

You stride over to her, flashing a friendly smile, keeping your movements casual so you wouldn't startle her. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed you, but she relaxed as you softly took her arm.

"Hey," you said, grinning playfully as you gently guided her away from the corner.

Ashley laughed, the sound light and genuine. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice tinged with amusement but no resistance as you led her toward your table.

"Come on, you can't let Chris and I have all the fun sitting in the corner judging everyone." you replied, glancing over your shoulder with a mock-serious expression.

"That's what you two have been doing all night? Very productive." She scanned the place as you reached the table and she managed to spot Chris at the bar, meticulously mixing something with an unusual level of focus. But then her gaze shifted, catching Mike watching the two of you.

Jaw set, lips pressed into a firm line, eyes tracked the way you gently tugged Ashley along. His gaze lingered on your hand before flicking back up to your face. Lips pressed together in a faint, almost imperceptible scowl, as though something about the sight of the two of you together unsettled him. There was a slight tension in his posture, the way his shoulders seemed just a bit too stiff for someone casually enjoying a party.

Chris returned with two drinks in hand. "Okay, I've done it," he announced dramatically. "The ultimate drink. If you don't like it, I'm never speaking to you ag-" He cut himself off mid-sentence when he saw Ashley sitting at the table, smiling up at him.

"I... uh..." Chris stammered, turning an impressive shade of pink.

"You made this for me?” Ashley asked sweetly, taking the drink from his hand before he could respond. “Thank you, Mr. Bartender."

Chris blinks and he lets out a nervous laugh, giving you a quick glare as he hands the drink to Ashley.

She giggles, taking a sip and you watch as Chris visibly relaxes. They share a smile and there's a warm, unspoken understanding between them, a quiet moment that you can't help but feel a bit envious of.

The music shifts, slowing into a softer, more romantic melody. Couples move onto the dance floor, swaying together in a slow embrace. Ashley’s eyes light up as she turns to Chris, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy tint from the slight inebriation she feels. "Come on, Chris," she says, tugging at his hand. "Want to go there for a bit?"

Chris's eyes dart to you, searching your face for reassurance, his expression almost apologetic. He's asking, without words, if you'll be okay.

You manage a smile, giving him a nod.

Chris lets out a laugh, his tension melting away as he lets Ashley pull him onto the dance floor. They disappear into the crowd, leaving you alone at the table. You watch them go, feeling a bittersweet pang in your chest as you take in the sight of them together, laughing and smiling, fitting together so effortlessly. Chris fumbling his way through the first few steps before finding his rhythm.

They looked so happy.

And you were here instead, alone at the table, your thoughts inevitably drifting back to Mike.

Chris feels his heart race as he stands on the dance floor, his hands resting lightly on Ashley's waist, her arms draped over his shoulders as they sway to the gentle rhythm of the music. Her gaze meets his every so often, a smile warm and genuine, making him feel like the only person in the room.

"I didn't know you had these moves." she teases, her eyes twinkling.

Chris chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh, trust me, I don't. I'm just doing my best not to crush your toes."

Ashley laughs, her grip tightening on his shoulders as she rolls her eyes. "You're doing just fine. I don't mind if you, you know, relax a little."

"Relax? Yeah, I can... I can do that," he says, voice faltering as he tries to ease into the rhythm, matching her movements as the song continues.

His focus wavers after a while, gaze drifting over her shoulder as he catches sight of his brother sitting across the room at one of the tables with Matt nearby.

There's something off about the way you're holding yourself. You're smiling, sure, even laughing at something Matt is saying, but Chris can tell that the smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. It's the kind of forced expression he's seen on you before, usually when you're trying to act like everything's fine when it really isn't.

Matt, on the other hand, seems entirely oblivious, leaning in a bit too close, his face lit up with that typical over-eager grin. He's almost leaning into your personal space as he chats away, looking way too thrilled to have your undivided attention, his eyes never leaving yours. The proximity feels a bit too familiar, too comfortable, with his arm casually resting on the back of your chair.

Chris feels a pang of protectiveness twist in his gut. He glances around the room, half-expecting Emily to appear and pull Matt back to the dance floor, but there's no sign of her. Instead, he spots her on the far side of the room, tipsy and laughing as she spins around with some stranger she's apparently mistaken for Matt. She's caught up in the music, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend is practically glued to your side.

Ashley notices his distraction, her gaze softening as she studies him. "Chris?" she asks, her voice gentle, bringing him back to the moment. "Is everything okay?"

He blinks, snapping his attention back to her, guilt creeping in as he realizes he's been distracted. "Yeah, yeah, sorry," he says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Just... got a lot on my mind."

Ashley smiles, tilting her head as she searches his face. "You sure? You can tell me, you know."

Chris hesitates, glancing around the room one more time. His gaze lands on Mike, who's slow-dancing with the girl in glittering dress. She's leaning against him, her head resting on his chest, but Mike's attention isn't on her.

His eyes are locked in your direction, his brow furrowed and his jaw set in a subtle scowl that's hard to miss. There's a tension in his gaze as he watches you and Matt together. There's a faint scowl tugging at his mouth, a subtle clenching of his jaw that makes it look like he's holding back the urge to step in but doesn't quite know how to act on it. His brows are drawn together and his eyes flick between you and Matt with a guarded intensity.

Chris frowns, glancing back at you. It's clear now that something is brewing beneath the surface, something he doesn't fully understand but can sense all the same. He looks down at Ashley, his expression softening as he makes up his mind.

"Hey, Ash?" he asks quietly, feeling a bit awkward but determined. "Would you mind helping me out with something real quick? I, uh... I owe someone a favor.”

You were mid-laugh at something Matt had said about his latest sports practice when a shadow loomed over the table. You looked up to find Mike standing there, holding his drink loosely in one hand and the other casually tucked in his pocket.

"Hey, Matt," Mike said, his tone light but carrying a subtle edge like he's asking for a favor he already expects to be granted. "Mind if I steal him for a bit?"

Matt's smile falters, and he glances at you, a bit reluctant, as if he doesn't quite want to let go of the moment he's carved out. "Uh... well, we were just-"

"Looks like Emily's about to make out with that guy," Mike interrupted, tilting his head toward the dance floor. "You might wanna handle that before it gets messy."

Matt whipped his head around, his face paling slightly as he spotted Emily drunkenly giggling and leaning far too close to the stranger. "Shit," he muttered, scrambling to his feet. "I'll, uh, catch you later." he says to you, giving you a quick nod before he disappears into the crowd.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said smoothly, his smirk widening as Matt hurried off. You glance back at him just in time to catch a wicked grin flash across his face as he watches Matt weave his way toward Emily.

He turns back to you and without a moment's hesitation, he slides into Matt's now-empty chair, shifting it even closer to yours with an obnoxiously loud scrap of wood against the floor. He dropped into the seat with a satisfied sigh. His arm resting along the back of your chair but soon sliding fully around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him.

The warmth of his body, the faint scent of his cologne, earthy with a hint of spice, made your thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. From this close, you could see every detail of his face: the light beard perfectly trimmed along his jaw, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the infuriatingly perfect way his smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth. He was leaning into his persona, that cocky, playful charm cranked up to eleven and it was doing things to your brain you weren't sure you were ready to admit.

"Well, this is cozy," Mike said, his voice low and smooth. "Didn't think Matt was ever gonna leave. Guy's got some stamina for talking, huh?"

You blinked, struggling to form words. "Uh, yeah. He's chatty"

Mike chuckled, the sound warm and teasing "Chatty? That's the nicest way to put it. Bet he's been boring you to death, huh?"

"Not entirely," you said, though your voice was far too shaky to be convincing. "He's enthusiastic."

Mike raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. "You're too nice, you know that? If I had to sit through more than five minutes of that guy's rambling, I'd be asleep in my chair."

You laughed, though it came out a little too breathy. "Maybe I'm just better at pretending to be interested."

"Pretending, huh?" Mike's smirk widened. "So, what about me? Are you pretending to enjoy this little moment we're having?"

Your brain short-circuited. "I... I mean, no. I-uh... you're not boring. Definitely not boring."

"Good to know," Mike said, his voice dipping slightly as he leaned in just a fraction closer. "I'd hate to think I was putting you to sleep."

"You're not," you managed to say, your face burning.

Mike grinned, clearly reveling in your flustered state. "You're cute when you're nervous, you know that?"

“I’m not nervous,” you said quickly, though your gaze flickered away from his, betraying you.

“Sure you’re not,” Mike murmured, his fingers brushing just a little too close against your shoulder, the touch lingering for a beat longer than necessary. “What were you and Matt talking about? You looked a little bored." His tone was smooth but there was a faint edge to it now, like he was testing the air.

You noticed the subtle shift in his expression. His jaw tightening just slightly, his eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second as if he didn’t quite like the idea of you and Matt sharing a private moment.

You shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Just sport stuff and his latest victory for his team. He was just being friendly,” you added, trying to sound indifferent.

You didn’t miss the slight tightening of his jaw, the way his eyes flickered just briefly toward the ground before locking onto yours again.

Mike’s lips quirked into a knowing smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, he looked real friendly.” The smirk that followed didn’t help, pulling at the corner of his mouth as if he was more amused than you thought he should be.

You raised an eyebrow, narrowing your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

For a moment, Mike just stared at you, his expression unreadable. “Nothing,” he said too quickly, the innocence in his voice so forced that you could almost feel the tension cracking around him. The grin stretched wider, like a challenge. “Just saying, if I didn’t know better, I’d think Matt was hitting on you.”

Your breath caught in your throat and a flush of heat spread across your cheeks. You tried to play it off, but there was no denying the way your heart stuttered in your chest. “He wasn’t,” you said quickly, your voice coming out a little more defensively than you intended.

"Either way. Figured I'd come over and I don't know... make the night more interesting for you. Prom only happens once, right? Gotta make the most of it. Besides—” His voice softens, his gaze locking onto yours with a sincerity that takes you off guard. "—I've been waiting for an excuse to spend some time with you."

You swallow, feeling the heat rise to your face as his words sink in. "You have?"

"Yeah," he murmurs, his thumb grazing your shoulder in a slow, deliberate motion. "I mean, I could've come over sooner but you were busy with your brother. Then you were with Matt and I figured, maybe it's time I got a little selfish."

The intensity in his gaze makes it hard to breathe and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him, caught between disbelief and exhilaration. "I... didn't think you noticed me like that," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Mike's grin softens, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently rest on your waist, pulling you even closer. "I notice a lot more than you think," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Like how you always look away when you think I'm watching, or how you get that little crease in your forehead when you're trying not to smile too much."

Mike makes a silent note to himself to later thank Chris for the insights he’d shared minutes ago.

You laugh, feeling both embarrassed and overjoyed. "Okay, now you're just showing off."

He chuckles, his arm tightening around your waist as he dips his head a bit closer, his voice a soft murmur. "Can't help it. You’ve got me so close to losing it and you don’t even realize it." His fingers press gently into your side.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with a tenderness that surprises you. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, a vulnerability that makes your heart race. “Let me be the happiest guy in this place tonight.”

You feel your pulse race at the invitation, your mind whirling with both excitement and uncertainty. "What about that girl you were with?" you ask, your voice quiet and hesitant, unable to stop yourself from wondering.

Mike's smirk returns, his hold on your waist tightening slightly as he leans in, his voice a soft, almost possessive murmur. "She's not you. You’re the only one I can’t get out of my head.” His voice is rough, coated in something darker.

You meet his gaze, feeling your breath hitch as you search his face, trying to process the weight of his words.

He takes his chance to lean in, his lips brushing softly against yours in a kiss that leaves your heart racing. His lips crashing into yours with a desperate urgency that leaves you reeling. His hand slides around your waist, fingers tightening as he pulls you against him. The heat of his body sears through your clothes, and his thumb traces a slow, deliberate line along your cheek, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.

When he finally pulls back, his lips are swollen, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, that familiar cocky edge in his eyes. His eyes burn with that familiar, dangerous gleam-a challenge, a promise. His breath is ragged, as if he's barely holding back.

"Still up for that dance? Because I've got this new boyfriend I'd really like to show off." he whispers, his voice low and teasing. His breath brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He looks at you with that trademark mischievous grin, the one that could melt anyone’s defenses.

A rush of warmth floods your chest at his words, a mixture of giddiness and disbelief. Your heart skips, caught between the sweetness of the moment and the thrill of his presence. The corners of your mouth twitch up as you meet his gaze, and though you can barely keep your composure, you nod.

Mike's grin widens and as he takes your hand, guiding you to the dance floor, you feel as if you're floating, lost in the warmth of his gaze and the excitement of being his.

Note: if you liked this, please leave a comment. I love reading them <3

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Attack On Titan characters as Parents

Note: I haven't really watched attack on titan in years, so I'm sure all of these characters are gonna be OOC ALSO i am making it so everyone survived in the end and they all got their happy ending because these babies deserve it

WARNINGS: fem!reader, brief mentions of past trauma, mentions of miscarriage, very brief mention of the birthing process,

Eren

Eren was so traumatized after what his father did, he almost had a break down when you told him you were pregnant. It took him a couple weeks, and many, many late night talks with Armin until he was willing to try to be there for you. Eren was so nervous and worried he was going to be just like his father but the moment he saw his kid, everything just clicked. He was so gentle with them and always made time to talk and play with them during the day. As they got older, their bond grew even closer as Daddy and Aunt Mikasa took them out hunting every couple of weeks. Eren is an amazing father who despite everything he went through, made damn sure to do better for his child.

Armin

Armin never imagined having children, it just wasn't something he saw in his future. that was, until you came into his life and changed everything. When your little bundle of joy was born, Armin was in tears. He couldn't help but admire them and want to give them everything. Since then, Armin has done everything to nurture their ideas and passions. He even took them to the sea and let them play around. He wanted them to grow up with everything he couldn't have (aka, parents) so he did everything he could to stick around. Armin turned down multiple high government positions just to stay close to you and his child. Armin is the parent we all need in our lives.

Mikasa

When you approached Mikasa with the idea of wanting to adopt, she was speechless. Ever since her parents were killed, she never thought about having children. However, she loved you so much that she wanted to at least try. After all, she wasn't exactly motherly (at least that's what she will tell people) When Hange introduced you two to a young child (maybe 5 or 6) from the underground Mikasa's heart melted. She saw herself in this child so much that her protective instincts kicked in. She was so protective of this child, no one, and i mean no one besides you could be left alone with them. Even if it was armin or Eren, Mikasa was always in the room, one second away from glaring the other person into the next century. Mikasa really warmed up to the idea of being a parent and fit into the role well.

Jean

Jean was the one of the only in the group who wanted to still have kids. He knew what he wanted from life and was damned if some suicidal maniac was going to stop him. So when you were giving birth, Jean made sure he was right next to you, holding your hand and encouraging you the entire time. Even though you did scream at him "this is your fault! If i live through this i am going to KILL you Kirstein!" (the nurses thought that it was funny) But once your child was here, nothing else mattered. Once you were able to leave the hospital and go home, all Jean did was take your kid around and show off. Constantly saying "look at what i did" or "aren't they just gorgeous like their mom?" He always had something to brag about (even if the thing wasn't brag worthy), to Jean, anything your child did was amazing. Jean is very much the parent to scream at the back of the room while their kid is performing and embarrass the shit out of them.

Connie

Connie hadn't given having kids much thought. Afterall, he didn't even know if he'd be surviving long enough to be given that option. But once you told him you were pregnant, he was over the moon! Connie didn't let you move a muscle, ever. You need something from the top shelf? He's getting the stepstool. You want some food? He's already getting the ingredients out. And when you went into labor, he was right by your side. He let you squeeze his hand as hard as you needed to, and he made sure you were given everything possible to make birth as comfortable as it could be. Connie was so overwhelmed with love once he laid eyes on your child, the only time he let you hold them was when they needed to be fed. Connie got up to soothe them during the night, claiming it was the least he could do since you went though the pain of giving birth. Connie was there at every single milestone for their life, and he was never, ever going to stop being there for them; or for you.

Sasha

Oh boy, Sasha is the cool mom. When you two first adopted your child, she was admittedly a little awkward around them. But, after many late night snacks and a few bad cooking experiences, Sasha blossomed into a wonderful mom. She made sure they were eating properly and always had snacks on her. Your kids friends know that they will eat good when Sasha is around, and you two have become THE family. Sasha does tend to spoil them and say "yes" practically every time they ask for something, but they never try to manipulate that. You and Sasha both make sure your kid is kind and humble and thoughtful. With Sasha at your side, nothing is impossible and raising a child together was the best decision you two ever made.

Levi

Levi initially turned down the idea of having kids. Claiming that he was not fit to be a father, but fate wasn't having it. When you found out you were pregnant, you were worried to tell Levi. You knew he didn't want kids and you had grown to be content with that. What would he say when he found out? Would he leave you? Those thoughts sent you spiraling when Hange eventually let the cat out of the bag. Levi was silent but you could see in his eyes that was he happy. Even though he didn't want kids, he knew he wanted you. If that meant having to raise another brat then so be it. At first, he did the basics, changed their diapers, fed them, etc. But he never truly bonded with them until they were older and confided to Levi that they felt like an outsider looking in. He listened and did his best to offer advice and words of wisdom that might help. From then on, Levi was so much more involved and made sure that they were getting the life they deserved.

Erwin

Erwin was possibly the most excited to be a father. After everything, when things began settling down he approached you with the idea of trying for kids. At first you were the hesitating one, but Erwin was able to convince you to at least think about it. After a while, you were on board and baby, he got to work. It was along road, you had a miscarriage and that was demoralizing. Erwin made sure to support you the entire time. He understood that you may not want to try again and he was okay with that. It took you a year or so after for you to want to try again. But eventually, with enough effort and support, you gave birth to a beautiful baby. Erwin was in love with your child the moment he laid eyes on them. He spoiled them as much as he could, whenever he could. He was a dotting husband, and even more dotting father.

Hange

Oh boy, Hange is.. enthusiastic to say the least. They see it as a new experiment, at first. Hange takes your pulse every day, they measure how much you eat as well as your weight. When you gave birth, they were overwhelmed. There was a beautiful little bundle wrapped up in your arms and all Hange wanted was to hold them. Hange was so careful that you almost had to do a double-take. They held your child so gently, like glass. From then on, it was like the whole world vanished for them. They prioritized being there and being a parent over anything. Hange recorded all the milestones (first steps, first word, first tooth, etc) but they also recorded every other moment (like when they babbled for the first time, or when they first rolled over). But to Hange, they were all important moments.

[moonswolfie]

Princess of the commoner cafe

Oikawa, Miya twins, Ushijima, Hinata, Akaashi x fem!reader

ohshc AU!!

I've been watching a bit of ouran high school host club lately (still havent gotten very far but i am HOOKEDDDDDD) and i'm sure others have written something like this before but i wanted to throw my own hat in the ring and write this delulu ass scenario

also i apologise PROFUSELY if anyone is ooc it has been a WHILE since my last haikyuu rewatch

(btw i am working on your request anon dont you worry ;) )

Somehow, you managed to get into the prestigious Ouran Academy based on your academic success alone. Your parents were overjoyed to send you off, even if you felt embarrased about not even being able to afford the official school uniform. You stuck out like a sore thumb on your first day, that's for sure.

At first, you thought you wouldn't fit in with anyone here. Your hypothesis was mostly correct. Everyone in your class is always talking about their latest designer bag or bragging about their new lambo or bugatti. Needless to say, it's like they're speaking in a foreign language.

They quickly lost interest in you after you couldn't list your top ten designer brands (with reasons as to why you chose those specific ones!!!). Yeah, friends are kind of out of the picture.

So when your curiosity got the better of you one day and you visited the host club all the girls in your class keep squealing about you didn't expect things to develop like this.

"Are you gonna visit today too? Are you?!" Hinata, the boy from the other class attached himself to your arm and looked at you with sparkling eyes. "Of course I am." you smiled at him, a little giddy about returning to the club once more.

"We have a special theme today, just for you..." he told you that while wearing a mischevious grin but refused to elaborate. The boys at the club always go through great lengths to get you curious and draw you back into the club. Not just Hinata, all of them.

Let's just say you've become quite the sensation among the hosts of the Ouran High school host club. You aren't exactly sure how you managed to get yourself in this situation, but you aren't really complaining, either. You'd definitely take being adored by the 6 hotties of the school over being ignored by everyone for all your 3 years of high school.

All you did was visit the club a few times out of curiosity, far too afraid to actually openly interact with the hosts considering the crowd of girls always gathered around them. Not to mention you'd definitely get gawked at for your clothes, mannerisms and conversation topics (and not in a good way).

Akaashi was the first to take notice of you, and somehow that evolved into every other host becoming interested, too.

Anyways, Hinata seemed very satisfied with your promise to come visit once again and ran off, shouting that you have to promise to come visit him first.

Well, there's nothing to it but to do it, you suppose.

.

"Welcome, dear guests, to the host club!" all the guys greeted you and a group of other girls who also came as soon as they possibly could. They were practically pushing eachother in front of the door. Not that you can blame them.

As soon as you stepped into the room, you felt like you were standing at the local cafe located just around the corner from your house. It felt warm and homey. So this is what they went for this time. A strange choice, considering their usually extravagant themes.

"Heya, gir-" Atsumu's smug voice greeted you from behind and you turned around to see that he was about to envelop you in his arms. "Hey, ya lost the bet. I get her first." Osamu pulled Atsumu back by his barista apron before he could actually touch you. Atsumu grumbled something you couldn't quite hear, which you presume was some not so nice words directed towards his brother.

"Actually, I made a promise to Hinata that he'd be the first one I visit." you smiled at the twins apologetically. Neither of them seemed too pleased about the prospect of that, though. "Why? Ya like him more than us?" Atsumu placed his hands on his hips, glaring at you.

"Hahaha, a promise is a promise. I'll be back for you two right after, don't worry." you waved the twins off, winking. That seemed to soften their expressions a bit. But maybe it wasn't the smartest idea, looking back on it. They're definitely going to fight over which one of them you winked at later.

Hinata greeted you enthusiastically, looking overjoyed at seeing you. His cheeks blushed a nice pink color when he smiled at you. "Wait here, wait here." he held out an antique looking chair for you and you sat down behind one of the tables. Then he ran off somewhere.

You're always impressed by how lavishly they decorate their club. I guess being rich can really do wonders for club decor.

"Are you enjoying today's theme? I made sure to pick out some fitting decorations." Akaashi suddenly appeared behind you. You could have sworn you didn't hear his footsteps. Maybe you were just too absorbed in observing the theme, though. Haha, even all the hosts are dressed like baristas.

"Yeah..." you looked into Akaashi's eyes, admiring their color. You've always found him to have a calming presence, even if he can be mischevious at times. That just adds on to his personality, doesn't it? You think it's quite a shame that he isn't as popular as a certain someone in the club.

"It seems to me you're enjoying something other than the theme." you got snapped out of your thoughts by Akaashi's voice. Oops, you must have been staring at him again. You turned away, making a quick apology. You felt a little giddy all of a sudden.

"Oh, but when did I ever say I dislike the attention?" Akaashi gently grabbed your chin, turning your face back to him. Somehow, he seems more affectionate towards you than he does to the other girls who request him. Atleast you've never seen him grab other girls' chins. You were sure you probably looked awestruck in this moment.

"Hey! Stop hogging her to yourself!" Hinata was running back to the two of you, holding a fancy cup of (presumably) coffee. On his way to stop Akaashi from wooing you, he didn't notice a wire below his feet and he tripped over it.

...Which happened to spill hot coffee all over your shirt and shattered the cup to pieces. "Ugh... I'm okay, don't- AAAAH!" Hinata yelled upon seeing your shirt.

"I'll go get new clothes!" Akaashi seemed tense, quickly turning on his heels and running off.

Luckily, the coffee was cool enough to not give you burns. You aren't even worried about the shirt that much either, you've been on the fence about donating it anyways.

"Aaah, I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry." Hinata seemed almost dramatically apologetic, bowing down before you in apology over and over.

"What is going on over here?" you heard a smug voice that could belong to one person and one person only. The leader and self proclaimed king of the club, Oikawa, was now approaching the two of you. And he didn't seem very happy, mind you.

"Ah, Oikawa! It's, umm..." Hinata nervously whipped his head around to meet Oikawa's charming chocolate eyes.

"Hinata accidentally spilled coffee on me." Hinata looked at you sadly, like you just betrayed him. You gasped, realising you weren't supposed to reveal that unless you wanted Hinata to feel Oikawa's wrath. Normally he would just scold Hinata for his clumsiness, but when it comes to you specifically, he gets protective. Somehow, he even looks like a supermodel while wearing a barista uniform.

"He... Oh, that won't do. You should spend less time with clumsy good-for-nothings and spend more time with..." he tilted your chin towards him "...Me."

As much as you think Oikawa is an obnoxious jerk, he always manages to charm your negative feelings away when he does something like that. Gets you feeling all giddy like the main character of a badly written shojo anime.

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, bro." you kept your face as cold as you possibly could in that situation. It seemed to you like the word "bro" was a direct stab to his heart, but he quickly recovered, putting on his best flirty face. "I will help you clean yourself up, my princess. We simply must get you out of that dreadful shirt." Oikawa shot poor Hinata a glare. You're definitely buying him "that one good commoner chocolate" (as Hinata likes to call it) later.

"Uh, Akaashi's already-"

"Now now now, what's goin' on here?" things are about to get a lot more complicated, you reckon. Because now the twins have showed up.

"We heard precious china shatterin' and wanted to see what caused it." Osamu added. A few girls were blushing a few meters behind the twins, probably too nervous to approach the two right now.

"Ya said you'd come visit us right after! And now yer here with this a-" Atsumu immediately stopped complaining when he saw your shirt. Both the twins shot poor poor Hinata a glare. (One "poor" for each twin.)

"See, I told ya I was a better fit for ya. I'd never spill coffee on ya." Osamu crossed his arms.

"What do ya mean "the better fit for ya"? Clearly, I'm the better one 'round here. And say the wink was meant for me while we're at it, won't ya?!" Atsumu's anger was now directed back at Osamu. (Akaashi would joke that it's back to where it's supposed to be.)

"I was kinda winking at-"

"Oh, please. Don't joke around with me. We all know I'm the best fit for her." Oikawa posed dramatically, which looked funny because of his not very prince-like outfit.

This always ends up happening. At this point you've given up on stopping it. The twins start bickering with Oikawa while girls on both sides squeal for them to calm down, tearfully inviting the boys back into their embraces.

You look behind you, where Ushijima is staring at you knowingly. You give him a relieved smile, knowing what's about to come. Whenever the other guys get into duels over who gets to recieve your attention, Ushijima is always there to pull you out of the situation.

The duels get so heated that you get to spend a few minutes alone with him before the others even notice you're gone. And so you follow the routine of letting him whisk you away to a lonely corner of the club room.

"Do you know why the theme is a commoner cafe?" he asks after a few moments of silence. He's looking at you with complete seriousness, but you don't miss the hint of a smile on his face. Enchanted by such a sight, you shake your head no dreamily.

"It was to impress you. Akaashi thought of the idea." Your eyes widened. Now you just feel giddy that Akaashi actually remembered that one time you told him you used to visit a cozy cafe close to your house with your parents growing up. It was all the way back when he first acknowledged your existence and decided to sit around with you for a few minutes, sipping tea from a cup that probably costs more than your phone.

"Oh... I like it. I really do." you smiled up at Ushijima. You could swear a bit of blush appeared on his cheeks. He silently put an arm around you, pulling you close to him. You like when he does that.

When all of the hosts are swooning over you like this while wearing barista uniforms, you feel like the princess of a commoner cafe.

[watchingblsnowandforever]

Ep. 16: The Happily Ever After

Hello! =D

I can't believe this is my last We Are post wow- It feels like just yesterday I was here typing out my first one because I had one too many Thoughts about it. Anyways, not to get too sentimental on main, here you go:

Warning: not a very long post, actually 😊😅

The result of long-term exposure to his boyfriend and his extreme levels of cheesiness hehe

Seriously though, I love how Fang is slowly but surely opening up to loud gestures of love (I think previously, he just wasn't used to loving loudly, he was used to loving with his whole heart but keeping it to himself because he never felt safe enough to express it).

I love how they're from absolutely different faculties and are still studying together like yess go besties who are in love with each other but are too oblivious to realise it!

Peem with Phum usually: *swats at Phum at the slightest sign of PDA even though he really enjoys it*

Peem when others say something about their relationship: So, Phum, what do you say, want me to kiss you senseless right here right now?

(And we all know what Phum's answer is gonna be hehe)

Hasn't even been two minutes in the room and they're already breaking into the bed 😭😭

(I really love this scene btw, the simple fun of it, and even though it's not sensual, it's intimate and very them.)

This pair of besties is gonna kill me istg

They keep hitting me with banger after banger of emotional lines and my heart is already weak don't do this to me 😭😭

Frankly though, I like this scene very much, the "I loved you no matter who i knew you as" and "I have always loved you" of it all really got to me.

Poor Tan 😭

That's why you never brag about something before it gets over Tan-

I love how Fang not only lets him lie on his lap but also scratches his hair hehe

And how Peem doesn't hesitate one bit to give Tan a good smack upside the head 😭

AND THE SCENE WITH TAN "ACCIDENTALLY" LETTING OUT THAT CHAIN HAS A CRUSH ON PUN AND PUN STILL BEING SO DAMN OBLIVIOUS I'M DYING 😭😂😭

I adore this scene a ridiculous amount, but I love even more that it was Phum who planned it like yess he's been wingman-ing his phi and friend since Day 1 and he never stopped.

Others have gaydars, PhumPeem have faen-dars: they know when their faen is looking at them or coming towards them.

Not a bad power to have, honestly. I approve.

THIS SCENE.

THE FRIENDSHIP. THE PAST, PRESENT AND THE FUTURE OF IT.

THE OG 5 (note how Peem is sitting at the centre? It's indicative of how he's the centre of the group and if I had to make an educational guess, probably the reason why they're all together in the first place).

This made me cry.

I have nothing else to say about this except this is one of the best damn shots of this show, which is saying something cause the cinemtaography up till this has been ridiculously good.

Of course. <33

And I'll be writing about how they spill the tea about their respective faens

😳

Tan: *tries to be slow and sexy*

Fang: no. We're doing this now.

Honestly though, this kiss was amazing, as were all their other kisses. Hats off to AouBoom, they absolutely slayed.

Et tu, Toey? T~T

Also another very nice scene.

I knew where this was going (how could anyone not after all those 15 eps) and I think Phum would have definitely gone over to sit on Peem's lap (@Peach thank you for that mental image btw 😭) if not for the structural instability of boats on land (I did sit on once with and trust me, those things maybe super sturdy or whatever in water, but they do NOT belong on land, especially not on the beach).

I-

I'll be right there in the corner sobbing my eyes out if you need me.

The way he kept saying his name, like he was actually tasting it, trying out all the different tones, and the way Phum kept replying, all smiles and soft voice, I-

I can't with these two. They're too damn much for my poor heart.

This also inspired another smut fic but SHUSH

No, nope, not doing this-

SIGH.

Okay, so see how Phum says "Thank you for being a good story in my life?" For Phum, having Peem in his life really does feel like a story, something out of the books he read (headcanon) and something too good to be true. But he's starting to realize that this is true, that Peem is here to stay.

Peem says "Thank you for letting me step into your life" because he knows all the issues Phum has, that it's hard for him to really let people in. But he let Peem in to love him, and Peem is grateful because it gave him someone to love and be the comfort zone for, but also gave him someone who loved him.

In this essay, I will-

BROTHERS-IN-LAW.

Also, no kidding, I got a mental image of Fang and Peem sitting and sipping at their drinks while Phum and Tan argue and compete like children, and when they go too far, Fang and Peem let out this long suffering sigh while they try to pull apart their husbands.

Did I say husbands? Oops-

HEHEHE

I didn't see you denying anything, Fang~

got another fic idea but we don't talk about those

🥺🥺🫶🏼

Okay, about that dinner scene. I actually kinda liked it. The awkwardness of it, the halted conversation, the prompted actions. As with the rest of the series, they kept it real, and I'm glad for it.

A lot of BLs, especially Thai BLs forgive the parents too soon too fast, and I really like they did not do that here.

Phum just (sorta) started on this path of being on talking terms with his dad (not forgiveness, or forgetting what he's done, mind you) and I'm going to be carefully neutral about it. If Phum likes it, well and good. If the father does something Phum doesn't like well *looks at two of my wips specifically* I always keep back-ups.

Peem is never letting that go hehe

(I don't think Phum minds all that much now, because he did end up with Peem, fuck you Kluen)

Also I'm two eps behind on Wandee Goodday and I hear Title finally got a nice boyfriend role? Good for him!

FOREHEAD KISS MY BELOVED.

(...should I change my header again? Nah, I'm happy with what it is rn)

I love how even if it was never explicitly shown beyond Tan, literally everyone and their pets know about Chain and Pun except Chain and Pun 😭😭👍🏼

We Are probably has the most kisses out of all the BLs I've watched and somehow the very last kiss gets the Best Kiss award. Surprising, but well-deserved. The kissed like they were dying and Chain tried to climb Pun like a tree, and I was gleefully watching and cheering them on.

You're covering his eyes, when you've literally made out with him naked, that's some hypocrisy there, Q *raises eyebrows*

One word: roses.

(Did Peem ever tell him? Did Phum figure it out? Does Phum give him roses for every single occasion now? Hm... guess we'll never know... Fic writers, this is your cue-)

'HAPPY' has it's special place 🥺🥺

I now know for sure that the simplicity and boldness of this painting was absolutely on purpose. The other paintings in the gallery are stunning.

Friends. <33

Also, due to Tumblr's restrictions, I couldn't add the last pic, but Peem's/Phuwin's face looks hilarious in the very last shot 😭😂

That's all! See you ne- oh, right. Well, see you the next time I get brainrot so bad about a BL I have to write smut about it hehe.

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! 😊

Here, have 🍛 (imagine it's your favourite dish)

All my We Are posts.

[shrimplymoray]

Hello!!! if its alright, could you perhaps do a sheriff(madcom)) x reader where reader is a flower girl and loves raising plants? THNANK YOU!!!!! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

HIII thanks for the request, the Sheriff deserves more love, pathetic little meow meow of a guy ehehe! Also side note: i've been trying to start and failing because i have no idea if my idea makes sense, but i just said fuck it rn and am gonna pull what i think may work, if it is not very M:PN compliant, i'm sorry ;-;

The Sheriff x Flower Girl! Reader - Green Thumb

After long nights and days of work, The sheriff liked to take a drink by himself, and walk around the industrial district. Not to brag, but he has so far done a pretty decent job at keeping the scum outside and the ones that needed to be in, well, in. He liked to see himself as doing the dirty work so his old pal can deal with whatever the hell has been happening at the center of the Nexus City, and at the science tower. After one of these long days and nights, he grabbed a good old beer and walked around, appreciating the little bit of peace he managed to get after so long suffering being hunted for sport by those damned man. This walk, however, was cut shorter than expected, as something catched the old cowboy's attention. Something that for all reasons, shouldn't be existing. A little over run and beat up small building, tucked to a corner. nothing would drive one's attention for it, if it weren't for the small glimpses of a... Garden? Well, damn, that's as rare as it can get in Nevada. Although part of him screamed that this is the most suspicious thing that he could find, the way it seemed tended to drove him in. Slowly and cautiously (to not say cowardly) he walked near the little tucked in garden, which led to him going inside the building that for all means looked abandoned, specially compared to the other factories of the area. It was... a beautiful view, really. A flora long thought dead was clinging to every wall, and it took him a long second to hear the whistling, to which he put a hand on his holster, just in case. "Who's there?" It felt almost as if he was asking himself and not the person, to which a... lady, came and looked at him. "Ah! Sheriff, nice to see ya! Don't get visits often, specially in here, heh." "Er, Yeah sure doll. What's... all this about?" The lady looked around with a second of confusion before letting out a chuckle. "Oh this is my little Greenhouse. I know, the building is beat up but... the lights still work here, and it has just the right power to grow some pretty good stuff." "A Greenhouse, huh? Call me stoked, haven't seen one of these in ages..." In his moment of distraction, the woman got near him and took his hand on hers, both calloused but for greatly different reasons, it seems. "Want a Tour? I've been growing stuff in here since i got in the district, and i don't get much guests. That is, if you allow me, sir. You are the boss here, aren't ya?" Her voice was laced with teasing tone. It felt as if they've known each other for ages, good old friends just meeting again. The feeling of her hand on his, and the sheer happiness she showed over the place, it made something beat inside his chest, and his cheeks grow red, but by everything sacred, he was gonna blame the beer. "Welp, yer lucky i'm free right now, dollface. But i can only accept the tour if ya gimme the pleasure of taking ya for a drink later~?" Sadly for him, he didn't sound as smooth as he wanted, but that worked his way in the end. Luck has been getting on the ol' Sheriff's way, it seems.

I genuinely have NO IDEA how to write the Sheriff and also i am out of my head cuz of caffeine crash and my night meds, but i still hope this is somewhat enjoyable!

[ruhorih4ra]

Heeey!! It's been a while uh part. 9 ʕ⁠ノ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠ノ So, this chapter it's a flashback (most of it) to explain what happened during the week and how Mc gain another little D.

I had to split the chapt because it was longer than I thought (again).

Get out of my way 🌈

A week has passed since last time and things had certainly changed. “Don't worry, Lilith. That won't be necessary, Lilith.” The former angel was furious, however you couldn't really concentrate in her words.

“Look, man, I don't want to brag but this one is the Future King of the Devildom’s fountain pen,” a Little D. with yellow horns and gold chains declared, he was surrounded by the other Little D.'s “and I'm asking the reasonable price of 100, 000 grimms.”

You snorted, “I don't have enough.” while you checked your wallet Lilith rushed to your side with an expression of incredulity. “Is that what you’re worried about?!” “I need to return that, otherwise Lucifer's gonna kill me.” Lilith massaged her temples. “Lucifer, the one who let you skip a week of school so you could look for 'something'?” “He did that because he felt guilty!”

“He also took your council work out of guilt.” “Yes.” You answered without hesitation. “He plays your favorite song on the piano every night for the very same reason.” “Well...” “He's been moving his agenda to invite you out because of...” You stopped Lilith, frantically moving your hands in front of her to refrain her from talking further.

“Okay, okay. I get it, poor Lucifer, nobody loves him.” You mocked Lilith and she glared at you. “What I want to know is why? Why is that Little D. here?” The eyebrows of Lilith arched and she smiled ironically. “You're kidding, right?”

“What? No! Of course not! What have I done to be considered greedy? Nothing!” Lilith raised her hand and moved all her fingers playfully before lowering all but one.

“One”

Monday

After the fight and what felt like the most tense breakfast of your life, you decided not to push your luck any further and attend your classes as you normally would. That hadn't changed, you still share each class with at least one brother.

It was driving you crazy, you felt a pair of eyes constantly stalking you and every time you turned to see you would find the pitiful gaze of one of them. “Poor Beel! Look at him!! Look!! Oh no!!” now you had to endure not only the puppy eyes of the seven demons but also the constant words of Lilith pitying them.

Your last class was Curses and Mammon had decided to sit beside you. “M-mc, Would ya lend me your pen?” “Sure.” you passed him the pen without sparing a glance. “T-thanks.” After less than five minutes he spoke again. “Mc... would ya lend me your eraser?” “Here.” Same as before, you passed the eraser without looking at him.

“Uh, Mc?” You sighed, rubbing your face. “What is it this time, demon?” You waited but there was no response until you turned to look at him. He seemed afflicted, your first impulse was to ask if he was okay, if something had hurt him.

He said something unintelligible and so you leaned closer to hear him. “What?” “Please, treasure. Please call me Mammon.” He smiled, it conveyed pure sadness. You quickly turned away and averted his eyes. “...”

By the time the class ended you had everything ready to walk away as fast as possible. “Mc!” “What do you want?” Mammon had recovered a little and seemed much happier. “Let's walk home together.” “No, I'll just teleport.” He looked at the floor, trying to come up with an excuse as to why he needed to go with you.

“Pleaseeeeee, Mc??” Lilith clasped her hands together and blinked repeatedly until you sighed and extended your hand to Mammon. “Fine.” You were taken aback, he seemed as happy as that time you gave Goldie back. He took your hand and got closer to you, still smiling. “Why are you so happy?” Unexpectedly Mammon answered you without his usual nervousness. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s ‘cause I’m with you.”

“Isn't he in charge of Sc?” You heard the muffled sound of the Little D.’s voices and your smile faltered. “Where is she?” another small demon whispered. “Ugh! Stop!” Lilith tried to silence them but your demons were too loud. You put some distance between you and Mammon, but he pretended not to notice and closed the gap again. “I am the magician, Mc…Heed my words! Open the way forward and create a path where there was none!”.

The house of lamentation stood tall before you. You'd to remove Mammon's hand since he was reluctant to let you go. “This was a one time thing, okay? Do not ask me to do it again.” before you could go, he grabbed your arm and forced you to see him. “Punish me.” His demeanor was serious, there wasn’t a single hint of mockery.

The air was cold and strong, dancing around the bushes and sneaking in through your clothes. The only sound coming from the crickets. “What?” “Punish me.” You shook your head. “I am not Lucifer, Mammon. This is ridiculous.” You couldn't leave, Mammon's grip prevented you from moving. “I'll accept everything.” “Everything?” He nodded, eagerly and solemn. “Let's break our pact.”

You saw how his face gradually changed, from shocked and confused to panicked and devastated. “Treasure...” There was a questioning tone in the nickname. “You said you would do everything.” he couldn't hold back anymore, tears streaming down his face one after another. The sight broke your heart again and your hand itched as you fought the desire to wipe away his tears. “I don't want to do that, please.” His voice cracked and you bit your lips, trying hard to maintain your face dry. “Please.” He hugged you, putting his head in the crook of your neck. “Please, Mc.”

It wasn't your intention to go that far, breaking the pacts would affect you too. The mere thought of doing so terrified you, but that's why you knew the effect your request would have on them. “It doesn't matter if it hurts you, if it hurts them too.”

“Now there is only empty space where my love used to be.” the phrase came back to you, brought you back to the moment and let you reevaluate your actions. Hesitantly you caressed Mammon's hair, he hugged you more but neither the sniffling nor the begging stopped. “Stop crying, Mammon.”

“Take my kitchen duty for three months.” You finally said. He abruptly stopped and stood up straight, looking at you. The light was slowly returning to his eyes. “Yes, don't ya worry!”

“That’s all?” The Little D. of envy seemed personally offended. “Pathetic.”

In a swirl of black mist, the little D. of pride transformed to personify Lucifer and theatrically spoke. “Ask for more!” You hummed. “Bathe Cerberus for me.” Mammon didn't hesitate, nodding and playfully saluting like a soldier. “YES, SIR.”

“More!” the smile of the Little D. of wrath widened. “Shut up!!!” Lilith tried to stop them but they quickly ran away from her. “Give me your credit card.” you said nonchalantly, extending your open palm towards Mammon. “Go-Goldie?” Mammon said. You faintly heard Lilith’s reprimand too.

“Yes, Goldie.” you rolled your eyes. The Little D. of Envy was giving you a shoulder massage while the Little D. of Gluttony murmured words of encouragement. “Ask for more, you deserve it, go for it.”

“He-Here.” Mammon handed you the credit card, a little bit reluctant. You took the card from his hand and smiled to him, but the smile he returned was somehow strained. “What? You don't want to?” you asked.

Lilith stood in front of you. “Mc! That's enough!” unfortunately, the Little D. shaped as Leviathan took her wrist. “Get lost sweetheart. They decide when it’s enough.”

“Bah! Of course I want to!” Mammon said. You started playing with the credit card, folding it carelessly. He made the gesture of taking it, but stopped when he saw your face. “Just take care of her. Y-ya know she’s kinda fragile.”

“More!” “You deserve more!” “Remember what he did! How he treated you!” The chorus of the little demons continued. Something wrong was happening, you felt the influence of those small monsters on you, but more than that, you felt empty. “Hurt him as much as he hurt you!”

“Sell your car.” your voice was cold and apathetic. “My... my car?” you knew the sentimental value it had, the effort he did to get it. “Your Demonio 666 Lexura.” You emphasized every syllable. “It’s either that or breaking our-” “No! I'll sell my Demonio.” He seemed frightened, nervous to even consider the option of letting you go.

Tears started gathering in your eyes, you didn't understand why? Why was the void growing? No matter what you asked for or what he gave, you were not satisfied. “Mc? Why are you crying?” he tried to touch you but you brushed his hands off. “No! This is your fault! Nothing you ever do will make it up to me! Can’t you see?” you brought both hands to your chest, where it hurt. “Treasure?”

“Don't call me that!! I want you to lose everything, I want you to sleep in the streets without shelter from the rain! I want you to be the lowliest fucker in all of the Devildom. I want you to go bankrupt, to beg for even a single grimm!” You screamed so fast and loud that it took you a few minutes to control your breathing.

Mammon was speechless, his eyes wide open, the only sound he could hear was the beating of his own heart. “Get out of my way, demon!” you pushed him aside but he remained the same. “What have we done?” he thought, still processing what he had seen.

Mammon gulped, something had caught his eye, something that felt like a punch in the stomach. Like walking barefoot on broken glass. Was it his imagination? It had to be, you're so kind and forgiving. You're like an angel, so pure. Then again, he recalled the cloudy light he had seen in you.

A moment ago, didn't your soul seem... corrupted?

Pt.11

Thanks for reading!! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

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I don't know why but I couldn't tag some of you, sorry! :(

[isatswap]

(isat spoilers, full game just in case) tell me about typos because oops

Sussed out

TTOS version of Kinda Sus dialogue from ISAT

Bonnie: ...

Loop: "..."

Bonnie: ...Oh, do you want me to start? Bonnie: We did it, Loop! Our journey is over now. Bonnie: ...meh. Bonnie: Looking back, this part was kinda...short, compared to our whole journey.

(...Only short for your party. You don't even remember how long you've been trapped.)

Bonnie: But we saved Vaugarde, Loop! That's something to brag about, right? Bonnie: I bet my sister will be impressed when I finally go back home. Bonnie: It was fun travelling with you, but i still need to take care after her. Or at least make sure she is OK. She is probably VERY confused right now, haha! Bonnie: Although, I might need to continue my travels after this...

Loop: (Oh, you know why, teehee~)

"To find a birthday gift for her?"

"To find the rarest Vaugardian recipe?"

Bonnie: Oh, you managed to figure it out! Congratulations! Probably makes sense because we are a family of chefs... Bonnie: Don't tell the others. I like seeing Mira trying to guess, it's so cute. Bonnie: What's it gonna be next? A silverware set? A golden spatula?

Loop: (You wanna see them laugh again...) "Well, she isn't cooking with these gueses"

(Bonnie makes a pained expresion, but after a second lets out a long "pfffft")

Bonnie: Hahaha! Fine, you win. Bonnie: I'll miss you, Loop. Including your jokes. Bonnie: Even though I never knew too much about you, I know you are a good person. And that is what matters, right? But you shouldn't hide from us this much, okay? We'd love to listen to your problems! Bonnie: You can also visit me at Bambouche! You'll get to see my kick-crab sister!

(Bonnie smiles at you joyfully.)

(You fake a smile with your eyes.)

Bonnie: ...That isn't fooling anyone. What's-

Odile: HEY! WHY IS THERE A LEAF IN MY BOOK???

Isa: W-WHAT?

Bonnie: ...oops, that was me. Forgot to tell her I've used her book for herb drying, hehe. Bonnie: But really, you don't look...happy. Is everything good? Need a snack?

Loop: "...What do you mean? I'm fine, teehee..."

Bonnie: That "teehee" was even more fake than your smile. Bonnie: And I don't just mean now! You've felt off since yesterday! You've stopped being mysterious and sassy and cool like usual! Now it's just kinda...sad. Bonnie: What's wrong, Loop?

Loop: "Nothing!"

(Augh, you said it too quick! Now they will ask more questions...)

Bonnie: ....fine. You could've just said you don't want to talk about it. Bonnie: But don't pretend it isn't there. I notice it because I care.

Loop: *mumbling* "...what would you notice, anyway...."

(...Bonnie...closes their eyes and sighs.)

Bonnie: Oh, I notice a lot of things, Loop.

(...?! Did you say it too loudly?!)

Bonnie: ...I could brush off the fact that you don't pay attention to traps... Or the way you find keys like you already knew about them, especially that Crying Key...

Loop: (!!!) "Boniface, wai-"

Bonnie: You're the person who is supposed to do those things, after all. But I draw the line at the books you've read.

(!!!!!)

Bonnie: See... I might not be as smart as Isa or Dile... But I am the oldest in the group. I feel like I need to look after you all very carefully. Bonnie: ... Bonnie: I am also a chef.

(...?)

Bonnie: Even now I can feel it... This sickly sweet scent around you. You read a book about it here, right?

Loop: (OH NO) "Bonnie, please..."

(You feel your pupils shaking.)

Bonnie: ...That was when I started to connect the dots, as Dile would say. Your sudden change of attitude, the books, the smell... Bonnie: Now that I say it, it also explains why you were unfazed by the spikes in the Death Corridor.

(YOU NEED TO STOP THIS. YOU CAN'T LET THEM FIND OUT!!!)

Loop: "B-but how would I know?!" Loop: "It the first time I'm here, so there is no way I could've known, right? I'm just trying to be cool, haha!"

(Your small laughs are getting pathetic.)

Bonnie: Oh, there is one way. You should know by now, with all your "research".

(!!!)

Bonnie: I wanted you to say it yourself, but it seems like I have to. Bonnie: You have been here before. Just not on your travels. You have been repeating this part of our journey. I guess more than once, even. Bonnie: Did something happen? Did you wish to loop back, just to cancel-

Loop: "NO!"

Odile, Mirabelle, Isa: !

Loop: "SOMETHING DID HAPPEN! BUT I DIDNT WISH FOR IT!"

(Tears start running down your cloaked face.)

Loop: "And I don't even know what happened! We have won! We should have won many days ago!"

Bonnie: Loop, please-

Loop: "And you can't figure it out more than me! Because you can't remember! And I never have the courage to share it!"

(The taste of the sugar...)

(You drop to your knees.)

Mirabelle: Loop, why are you yelling?

Odile: What is going on?

(They all can feel it. You can see it on their faces. Especially Bonnie's.)

Loop: "BECAUSE I THINK LIKE IT'S ALL MY FAULT! AND IT IS, ISN'T IT! I AM THE ONE THAT CAUSED ALL OF THIS SOMEHOW!"

Bonnie: No, wait-

Loop: "And if you remembered all the things I tried to get out, you would abandon me! You would hate me! And, and-"

<Loopback.>

Bonnie: ....fine. You could've just said you don't want to talk about it. Bonnie: But don't pretend it isn't there. I notice it because I care.

(You barely manage not to continue yelling.)

Loop: ...Thank you, Bonnie. But I don't want to talk about it, yes.

(Bonnie smiles.)

Bonnie: See, that was easy! But do get a snack later, you look... pale.

(...yeah, it was easy...)

<Memory of Scent>

"Boniface cares about you. [Increases the effectiveness of healing skills of the wearer]"

[kissmethroughthebone]

Topic of the day: when to leave a man.

You ever see something a man in your life does and go "WOW, you're disrespectful to that woman?"

Like for example, there's this older man I'm friends with. Lawyer turned comedian. Great fella otherwise, dirty jokes galore, the works. He tries to keep a good balance of offensive humor yet still being respectful and not demeaning to women, doesn't always hit the mark.

Recently he told me that he and his girlfriend are "basically winding down", a.k.a. slowly separating and weaning off of each other... Why, you ask?

Because her mom died (iirc) and he decided that he didn't need to be emotionally involved in all that, at least from the way he described that.

"Too serious and gloomy." He couldn't emotionally be damned to care. She begged and said no no no they should still be a thing, but he's sold on not doing it.

Played with her feelings, they were "friends" for 10 years and dated for another 5.

He bragged that while she said she loved him, he never said it back, since he "has loved so many people already and that never worked out, so I'm not interested in that again".

And she was alright with him, over the years, going out to other countries to fuck women all over the world (he's 70, for context).

And that......... was a lot to learn at a random Korean spot on a Thursday evening, but, okay. I am someone who doesn't find much taboo, but holy fucking shit.

And paired with how maybe last week, he told me that two years ago, he dated a 20-something (why am I adding the "something? She was most likely 20,) in Thailand who he was planning to marry......

The timelines clicked for me this weekend, when I connected those dots.

That was already bad enough, but the context of "I had an open-ish (or she-tolerated-me-cheating) relationship with a woman and was fully gonna marry someone else and leave her in the dark" is.......... gross.

Reminds me of another woman my mother was friends with; chasing after the same guy for 30 years.

Like he's not a catch sweetie, you're finally being used for sex and money after several decades and still mistreated by a man who has happily done the worst to you.

It's so disheartening.

But here's some stories, as palate cleansers:

Over the pandemic, I went on a date with some guy when I was 19. 300 bucks (platonic) for a steak dinner topped with crab meat and some other nice decadent treats, a nice time was had.

The guy, in his 30s/40s, went on a tangent about how his last ex was a woman he dated for 10 years or so, iirc.

She was getting older in the years, wanted a ring. He said he wasn't sure....

That was all she needed to hear.

They broke up, and in less than a year, she had a husband and a baby. The man was devastated, and all the begging he did was for nothing, just like hers was. And clearly not doing well, since his mid life crisis of "I need to take out a 19 year old on a date and pay her 300 bucks to tolerate my company". And we didn't work out. He resorted to posting pictures of himself almost fully naked in gym locker rooms, with old men with their ass out in the back of the photo, hoping it might inspire women to talk to him.

What a catch, hmm? Ew.

At least I got that laptop money I needed.

Another one:

My last serious ex's brother was a pathetic loser in many ways, but ontop of the addictions, mommy issues, and lack of a job, he did once vent to me about how his last girlfriend, he dated for maybe 7 or 10 years, just about?

She was like "We've been together awhile, since we were teens, and I want marriage. Are you down?" He said no, since he wanted to be sure and wait another 3 years to be sure, since that was a huge commitment and he had no way of knowing they would work out....

Ah, so.... you aren't sure you and the girl you've been with for almost a decade, as a romantic couple, would.... work as a committed romantic couple, so you.... want to exist as a romantic couple even longer.... with a fake commitment, but no security? Almost reaching her 30s with no ring or any chance of actual growth?

Same story, she was heartbroken, but left. (She needed to raise her standards anyway, he was a joke.) Guess what? A year or so later, new man, and to this day has TWO babies. And he, meanwhile, is still 31 and JUST now finally got a job, almost two years after having this conversation with me, and is being made by his mother to do chores. Haaaa.

I remember specifically going "Do you think you ever want therapy for what happened, since your mom's divorces traumatized you so much?", and he just outright refused, saying he doesn't need it, and that love is just doomed and not something realistic, and marriage isn't necessary.

....and yet, these women and the men they left for are happy as can be, poster families for the white picket fence American Dream of love, adoration, and success. Hmm.

Seems like only the losers are the ones who have self-fulfilling prophecies, with both genders...

"All men cheat", "There aren't men that do nice things for you like that any more", and on and on and on. It's tiresome!

"Women hate me and I am never gonna find love", says the sex addicted man who refuses to develop social skills or ever risk rejection. And specifically goes for women he considers "low quality" or "tolerable", instead of having enough self respect or self esteem to grow as a person. Ew.

"All men are sleazeballs" says the girl who keeps fucking the men with sticky fingers and patchy scalps that loiter at gas stations, who I would pepper spray for approaching me, rain or shine.

Like, maybe you're not having luck with women since you have no personality or hobbies and see them as sex objects while fearing love, accountability, conversations, AND your mother (or lack thereof!).

Maybe men are good, but you keep screwing the dudes who will pick up the phone in the middle of sex with you to tell the girl they actually want that they aren't up to much.

Have some accountability, jesus. Even I am aware of my own mistakes made, present and past. At least I try.

Anyway leave a nigga in the dust.

They will brag about stringing you along and mock you if you do, and only miss you when you're gone, because they have weird mental issues that prevent them from learning empathy and common sense like we all learned at age ten.

And leave a dude in the dust. What one won't, another will. And ask yourself, "Would my future husband act like this?" I've checked myself multiple times on this, when I've made mistakes.

"Would a future husband be spending all his money on Patreons for Marvel vs Zombies board games and not actually putting in the required effort to keep me interested in him? A future husband would not touch or treat me like this."

Don't have a sealed image in your mind as that one person being a potential husband for you.

They are an avenue you can take, yes, but not your sole path.

(That's a bar, ooooh, yeah.... I hope yall quote me if yall say that anywhere else! Haha!)

Plus, sometimes doors close for a reason. If these women stayed with these pathetic men, then they would've had their patheticness manifest in different ways.

Like you ever leave an ex and see them get ridiculously down bad after losing you?

And think "Ew, what a mistake it was to date that person?", and feel better about leaving them?

Exactly. Better to have a "fuck, why did I date them?", and not a "Fuck, why can't I leave them?" Since there's a rich nigga on Bumble right now waiting for you to text them, ready to take you out in your best beautiful "saving for a nice night out" garments and high end special occasion jewelry to a steak and prix fixe dinner that NIGHT.

Stop waiting for a text back at your apartment with the lights off, scrolling Instagram and refreshing their story endlessly, there's self care to do and people to see! Can be covering up those tear stained eyes with aloe gel and getting dolled up for Fine Rich Nigga Number #3 on your roster!

Think big! Love you, be safe, take care.

[toomuchracket]

It’s me halla sideblog problems. Anyway just spitballin here cuz you know that’s my favorite couple:

Matty thinks book award ceremonies are different from things like the Brit’s or NMEs or whatever

He re-directs the conversation back to bragging about her any time attendees ask him about his job during chitchat

He keeps making eyes at her and like giggling and being cheeky.

Possibly walks her up the stairs/ onto the stage cuz heels?

When they’re alone he unbuttons his shirt and tells her to autograph his chest jokes that it’s so he can get it tattooed

Gets really into the gossip like “have you heard what X writer was offered as an advance? Rumor has it the publishers owned by his ex” or like “I asked about y author’s next book. Don’t worry you’ll win again cuz your next one is way better.” Etc etc etc

hello halla my love <3 let me muse on each of your musings!

book award ceremonies are "so fucking classy. god. you're slumming it hanging around with me, sweetheart", according to matty, and you just giggle and say "yeah, you're only here cos you look hot on my arm" and then kiss him and whisper "kidding. i'm actually in love with you and you're the only person i want here with me". naturally, he swoons lmao

yes, he redirects convos back to you - however, he will also talk about the extensive number of songs he's written about you since he met you, just to add to the Gushing About You to anyone he talks to. also though - ridiculously complimentary to the other nominees he talks to (because of course he read their work "just so i can see who you're gonna beat, babe", and actually he liked a lot of it. some of it was shit. he's less nice to those people lol). sweetie pie

oh, matty's absolutely making eyes at you the whole night - not when you accept your award, because he's too busy crying, but the rest of the night he's staring at you adoringly and smiling like "hi. you're beautiful. come home with me?", and giggling when you roll your eyes but smile and say "if you make it worth my while, yeah".

the stairs thing is very impromptu - when you and matty are standing and hugging after they announce your name, you whisper "hold my hand until i get up there, please. so overwhelmed i think my legs aren't gonna work". he obliges, of course, kissing your hand when you go up alone to make your acceptance speech before hurrying back to his seat to listen to it (and weep).

the shirt unbuttoning! the two of you have a little moment in the hallway between the ceremony and the afterparty, and after he's kissed you for like 8 minutes straight matty's like "omg i have an idea" and starts undoing his buttons. you're like "babe i love you but we cannot fuck here lol", and matty's like "nah i want you to autograph me so i can get it tattooed and prove i'm your biggest fan. and also so everyone knows i belong to you". you just laugh and kiss him and say "please don't do that. but i'll sign your tit for you later lmao", and matty's like "alright lol. but i do want you to write me a tattoo at some point, darling", and you're like "i could do that. talk when we get back to the hotel? i want some champagne now lol"

thinking about him gossiping is SENDING me. "he's getting THAT amount of money from an indie publishing house run by his ex? fuck me. surely he's blackmailing the poor woman. he's not getting that off of pitching something promising, that short story collection he just did was a load of shite", and after he hears about someone else's plans he's in your ear like "derivative and also pedestrian. you've got nothing to worry about" - you're like "you're such a bitch i want to marry you", and he's like :D lmao. love these ideas halla tysm!! <3

[theallianceofcelestials]

wows. That’s a lot of words, but good thing I was classified as gifted and talented in elementary (I had the reading skills of an 8th grader by 3rd, not to brag 😋).

Now, time for MY yapping 😈😈😈

I was sick for like two weeks during December (unfortunately, the week of Christmas and before), and now im sick AGAIN… so I guess me and Moongleam got smth im common rn lol. ALSOOOO, I got a monitor and my older brother’s old ps5, so I can FINALLY play games and use Blender, which has been my biggest dream since 2020- only took me 5 years to achieve! And im currently working on a few surprises in Blender for a couple of authors… *wink wink, nudge nudge* ah, but of course, let’s not forget a TikTok of mine that got TWO THOUSAND VIEWS, and 180 LIKES???? Im genuinely so happy that I made something that so many people liked… im gonna post it on my Sigma Anon blog later for sure. And I got a new bed after, again, 5 years. That bed was too big for my tiny room and the frame was broken. Like ACTUALLY broken- I couldn’t find half the screws and a few of the legs were shattered… idk how that even happened… but the bed served me well. OH HOW COULE I FORGET, MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THE 25th. That’s why I’m getting some new stuff. Im so excited, this year I get to actually do something I want… which is kinda nothing. I don’t like celebrating my birthday too much (my anxiety acts up and I hate having so many people look at me), but I like getting some new stuff- like clothes. I never thought I’d reach the age (or maturity), where’d I’d want clothes for my birthday, but here I am…

Anyways, I think that’s it for me… im glad I finally have someones to yap to, and I get to yap back for once :,) (also those nicknames are so cute, and are now my favorite out of the many nicknames I’ve had)

-Sigma Anon

First of all, happy birthday! (Sunray sends their well wishes as well)

Wow, it must be nice to know authors! I know none :D

On a bit more serious note, I don't know much about Blender, even if I know it's useful for game development, something I'm interested in. And well, I do have a couple ideas for games but first I should probably survive this year, and maybe actually start learning a game development engine or something. Start with the basics and all

Also, how in the seven hells did you not have a proper bed? I couldn't image not having one. I'm happy you have one!

Also reaching the age where clothes become exciting is so sad. I never thought when I was a kid that I'd be excited over fuzzy socks, but here I am.

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1088 - Initial Thoughts

So we're back for some more One Piece, and given the title 'Final Lesson' we look to be wrapping up the Fullalead incident.

A giant hand looms over the escape ship, but how will this part wrap up

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release also

A pre-time skip colour spread for this week to commemorate the Netflix live action, even though it comes out the end of next month

We start with a flashback of the 'first lesson' Garp gives to marine students as a guest lecturer

A baby and an old man are stranded on an island of fierce beasts, but you only have a boat that can carry two, what do you do?

Young pre-puberty Coby answers as you'd expect: give the boat to the old man and the baby

But Garp says that's wrong - with a projectile aid - you should leave the old man!

Not-so-subtle foreshadowing eh?

Prince Grus had that cap even back then

Lecturer of course displeased by Garp's statement, since all life must be valued, but Garp retorts that the potential of youth is limitless, and thus you have to protect the future

Flashing further but not in present day, we see the fallout of Amazon Lily where Coby was captured

It appears he offered himself in exchange for 800 other marines and a battleship

Back in the present and we're back with the giant hand, cannonfire being useless against it

Oda, man, why is Tashigi here? I was so excited to see her come on board to contribute to rescuing Coby but she hasn't even stepped one foot off this ship! No fighting, no cutting this giant hand, why do you keep giving her nothing to do? Even Helmeppo's doing something!

Justice will prevail seems to be the prelude to Garp's latest plan

Coby's gonna destroy the hand once Garp gives them an opening, Helmeppo will make sure Coby has a clear shot and then Grus will use his fruit to catch the debris

Coby has doubts, but Garp says to never second guess yourself in the heat of the moment

Y'know like he did against Luffy at Marineford...

Grus and Coby are on the move, and the pirates chase him thinking them weak without Garp

Helmeppo takes a cannonball to give Coby and Grus more distance

Aokiji's back to confront Garp, but tis but a scratch

Aokiji says he was worried, so Garp launches at him, saying it's proof he's gone soft

Garp's taking aim at the main pirate head, right for Pizarro

Pizarro tries to not get distracted, but he eats a Galaxy Divide to the face

Much like Robin's DF, Pizarro sustains damage when the island is hit, which is a gigantic weakness to the fruit really, Pica didn't have that

The impact was able to split the whole pirate head too, which Coby takes as an opening

'So what are you gonna do?' 'I'm gonna live up to his expectations' - that's a good response

More flashing back as Garp asks Helmeppo why Coby is always looking so beaten up

Knowing that he wasn't combat savvy, Coby has been doing extra training on the daily, on top of Garp's special training, including working on the battleship bags

HIbari fears for Coby, as Kujaku looks to flee and Pizarro brags about his size compared to Coby

Honesty Impact goes straight through the hand, and the arm!

Everyone's surprised at Coby's strength, except Garp who's doing his proud parent laugh

Grus catches the debris and Helmeppo catches Coby

Hibari with a tacklehug as well, Coby's been picking up ships quite rapidly in his last few appearances

Celebrations happen as Tashigi confirms the rescue

But of course, Garp tells them to retreat without him

Coby wants to go back, but Grus remains defiant

Garp says they're all the future of the Marines as he stays behind, impaled in ice and surrounded by Blackbeard's men

And a solemn look on Aokiji's face

Narrator tells us that the news will say that Garp is reported as MIA after rescuing Coby, but also the headlines will be overshadowed by the Egghead incident, where Luffy will take on a siege on the future island

A break? Oda was 5 weeks not enough for you!?

It was another really good chapter, one that cements the progress for Coby with that punch.

I will admit that the enjoyment was dampened by the lingering issues I've had with this part of the story; frequent breaks upon breaks have not helped with pacing and Tashigi once again appears but does nothing.

It's not hard Oda, you put her here for a reason right? We could've had her on Egghead right now conflicting over statements that Luffy has captured the guy the Straw Hats let her take the Punk Hazard kids to in order to get treatment. Where's Smoker in all this too? You couldn't even let her cut one person? Could've even had her cut some of the rubble that fell out of Grus' net but noooooooooo. Do something with her, Chekhov's Gun is meant to fire! Also I still miss Bogard.

Also we got nothing of Perona and Moria, which is weird. Maybe they're on the Blackbeard ship going to Egghead? Seems strange we don't see them at all during the incident aside from the flashback of how Coby escaped his cell.

Aside from that though it kinda ended how I expected, Garp always would stay behind to defend Coby. He's looking in a bad spot mind you, but I still can't convince myself he's dead. To be fair, I can't convince myself that Kaido and Big Mom are dead either, but with Garp it feels like with all the Ls Fullalead took they benefit more from Garp being alive and used as a bargaining chip the same way they intended to use Coby. Garp is not SWORD either so the Navy don't have that out to use. In addition, Aokiji's ice can be used for pain relief and the spire could in fact be closing his stab wound, there's more to his face than just sadness.

Now though it seems next chapter we will return to Egghead, a chapter earlier than I predicted, so that must mean that 1090 has something cooking. But once more we are forced to wait, why does Oda like making us wait?

[dorayakimanjiro]

My Champion, Your Star⭐️

BOTW Revali x Idol! Reader

Part 1

Y/n is a famous 20 y/o idol in Hyrule, well-known for her natural charima and appeal. Tired of her busy schedule, she embarks on a vacation to the far lands of the Hebra Region in a calmed village called Rito Village. What may the village offer to the young idol? She wants nothing but day off of her idol life.

A/N: This fanfic talks about idols as in Japanese Culture. The reader is inspired by Ai Hoshino, from Oshi no Ko, again it's inspired, it isn't her full personality just took some glimpses of it. Enjoy!

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I stand in the dark, eyes closed.

I hear the staff running around. Asking each other questions.

"Got the speakers on?" "Yes, sir" "Lights and screens ready" "Are the costume changes here?" "All set!"

I can hear an audience going wild above us.

I take a breath in, filling my lungs with air, and steadily blow it out.

I hear my band members talking.

"Everyone got their in-ears ready?" 

"Last monitors check-up, testing 1,2, 1,2,3"

"1,2, testing, all check!"

"Girls, I'm about to open your mics, so stay in silence" Someone said to our in-ears.

'This is it' 

"Girls, in pose... we are gonna lift the platform in 3...2...1.." the platform slowly uplifts itself,

My nerves building up as I feel it ascending under my feet. 

I sense very bright lights slowly covering my whole body, from the top of my head til all the way to my feet.

Gradually the audience's screams becoming louder as we ascend.

Opening my six-pointed star eyes, I'm welcomed by a sea of lights and a crowd of energetic shouts and screams.

"ZORA'S DOMAIN! ARE YOU READY?!?!" I shout with so much light and radiance in my eyes.

...

Idols...

Idol, by definition is a someone who's highly loved, admired and respected by others.

 An idol, is a type of entertainer, whose image is produced to attract and lure dedicated fans to support them.

I'm (Y/n)(L/n) and as some of you may've guessed, I'm an idol.

My career started when I was 17 y/o, debuting in an idol group called Aether.

3 years have passed since my debut, I'm currently 20. 

My role in the group is being the center and the main vocalist, not to brag, but I'm also an incredible dancer.

In the years I've dedicated myself as an idol, I've been acknowledged and praised by plenty, earning titles such as: "Aether's absolute ace", "Shining Rookie", "The Unshakable center", "The beauty of Hyrule", the list goes on.

But the most notorious one is, "The Star-eyed Idol", as a result of the six-pointed star eyes I was born with.

This last year, I received lots of calls and job offers like modeling for local clothes stores, Mcing events and competitions, invited as special guest to big talent shows, and more.

With my popularity boosting, my manager decided to start promoting me as a solo artist and make myself a name out of Aether, I began releasing solo albums and singles, whilst continuing with the group's activities, like rehearsals, concerts, producing song and writing lyrics, etc. 

Thankfully, my band members were really supporting in the matter and motivate me to keep going. Nowadays, I'm a popular soloist, I became way more popular than when I was only in Aether, however, I promote the group in every chance I get, and we've become successful.

Currently, I'm planning some vacations for myself, in need of a well-deserved break after these prosperous years.

What I wasn't expecting, was for a conceited, prideful Rito to cross my path and change my whole vacation's plan...

...

I sigh, removing my stage costume to change to my casual clothing. 

'Finally, another successful tour concluded, Zora's Domain surely was wild, though the sunset's on Lurelin Village were breathtaking' I tiredly smile.

'We traveled across almost all of Hyrule, I'm exhausted, ...even so, it was fun' I hang my costume in a closet.

'Tomorrow I'll start packing for my trip, it's the perfect place for an idol to rest without worrying about fans' I fall to my bed and smile at the ceiling.

'I can't wait to be there.....

...Rito Village'

'I choose this destination specifically for it's isolated location and serene environment' I get up of my bed and watched out the window.

'Hyrule Castle Town it's a bustling place, always crowded everywhere you look; Can't walk 1 block before people surround me asking for autographs' I sit at the edge and lean my forehead on the window.

I sigh, 'This also applies to towns like Zora's Domain, Lurenlin Village, Kakariko, Hateno and Gerudo Town, I guess that's the prize of fame...'  

'Sometimes I wished I could've a normal life... go outside without being stalked, ...befriend anyone for real friendship and not for convenience, ...hang around with friends all day, ...date who ever I liked, truly fall in love with a guy, ...do what ever I please and not being judged by the public eyes, ...stop pretending when I'm not fine...' I shake my head, don't want those thoughts get the better of me.

'Good thing that rule doesn't apply in Rito Village' I grin at a memory.

Flashback to a fan-sign:

"it's nothing personal really," a Rito fan said.

"It just takes a lot for some of us to acknowledge new ideas out of the village, specially when it comes to archery and singing- but your music is great and you've a beautiful voice (y/n)!" the fan said.

My eyes-widen due to the news.

"So that's the reason why I don't see any Ritos in my events *does thinking pose and pouts* mmmm well, that's fair. Thanks for the information, you're the best!" I sweetly make a heart with my hands hence receiving a flustered reaction of him.

The poor Rito nearly had a heart attack by my gesture, he squawked out of excitement...

End of flashback:

The Rito are known for it's prideful demeanor, close-minded creatures when it comes to archery and singing. Distinguised by their unique and wonderful voices along with their outstanding superior archery skills, of course, they'll hardly believe anyone could be better than them.

I'm impressed I've managed to make few fans from this tribe. It is rare to see a Rito at our concerts, I could easily count the times I've meet with a Rito fan with my fingers... and it's 3 times!

But oh well, I'm grateful for now I can enjoy some sweetie vacations at their village. :)

*timeskip to Rito Village*

Rito Village welcomes me with the scent of fresh wood and damp earth, the sound of the wind whistling and leaves rustling filled my ears.

A clear blue painted the sky above me with no clouds at sight.

From a far distance, a mechanical giant bird beast seems to be resting at the top of the giant rock pillar on the center of the village. 

My mind-blown by the impressive sight of the mechanical beast.

'That must be the Divine Beast everyone was been gossiping about!' My mouth-agape at it.

Walking into Rito Village, with it's cozy huts, wood bridges and giant rock pillars, I'm amazed by the view.

'It's just like a fairytale, how I wish my band members were here!' I look around in astonishment.

Everything would've felt perfect, if it wasn't for my assigned Rito escort who was being escorting me all the way from Hyrule Castle Town. 

My plan of attracting unnecessary attention to keep a low-profile going straigh to the sewer. RUINED!

'JUST GREAT! >:/'  I grumble .

My manager insisted, would dare say, almost begged. Being awared it was for my well-being and safety, I agreed. 

'An escort a day keeps the stalker away, (Y/n)...' their words keep repeating in my mind.

Flashback to Hyrule Castle Town: 

"It'll just be on your way to the village and once you comeback" They announce it.

"Inside the village, you'll be free to do whatever pleases you without the escort's supervision, the village is well guarded so you won't have to worry about stalkers, but do keep this in mind..." They grab my shoulders.

"Stay out of trouble. Your reputation and image is at play, this could be your only chance to show the Rito what you're built up with" They look at me directly to my star eyes.

"I ain't a big fan of you going on vacation's by yourself, but I can't deny you a break after all these years" They look down at the floor.

 "And please take care of yourself! my! MY-..." They raise their head.

 "MY SHINING LITTLE STAR! WAH-!' My manager throws theirselves to my arms, they were almost crying.

'Sheesh, they're so dramatic' I sweatdropped as I patted their backs, "There, there, I'm gonna be fine, okay? I promise to stay out of trouble" I try to calm down their ugly crying.

End of flashback:

'Tss, I already miss their dramatic ass' I smile to myself.

My footsteps clunking across the creaky wood floors of the village. Side-eyeing my escort, I glance at his stoic face, I'm surprised he've managed to keep that face since my depart. He's been awfully quiet too, not that I mind, I appreaciate silence.

I believe, he was well-trained for the duty; just as I was trained to perform for long periods of hours and keep up a smile despite the tiredness. Anyways, He's doing a great job!

I secretly send a soft smile his way.

I gaze down to my outfit, which consists of a black coat with a white shirt underneat.

 An ankle-length dark turquoise skirt with black ankle boots.

With my hair styled in a half-pony tail along with a black bow and a black cap resting in my head. Final touch, some lucid (favorite color) sunglasses. (A/n: change the outfit if u want, tho we got the drip on point, this the outfit Ai wears in the 'Idol' MV, I pretty liked it)

'Maybe, I was a little harsh towards the idea of an escort, I am enjoying his company, he's a calm guy' I continue sight-seeing the village with a beaming smile on my face.

3rd POV:

Soaring throughout the bright skies of Rito Village, an indigo Rito guards his home village.

The pride of the rito, Revali.

The rays of sunlight gently touching his feathers, whilst the wind currents embrace his body.

With hawk-eyed vision, the Rito insights for any suspicious behavior around of the village.

Suprinsingly, it was one of those days the indigo Rito would train until afternoon, preferably taking care of his commitments with the village first.

Flying around the giant rock pillar, his eyes quickly catch up a new traveler in the village, behind the traveler, one of the village's warrior following closely behind her.

Intrigued, he approaches the scene diving straightly at them. Landing in a intimidating way, he slowly stands up and puffs out his chest.

As he landed, he slowly stands up, his chest puffing out.

"Hello there" He greets with cockyness.

The traveler's caugh off guard by his sudden entrance.

"You're not from around here, would you care to explain your visit to Rito Village?" He looks at her from head to toe with a distrust gaze.

"If you haven't heard, we're at war with the Yiga Clan, you could be a spy for all I know" He slightly threaten her.

'Straight-forward, huh? Right to the grain, a Karen on my first day, how splendid'  She thought in irony.

'Mm, he stands with overconfidence, definitely gives me arrogant guy vibes' she analizes him in seconds.

'I've heard rumors about elite warriors for each tribe in Hyrule, known for excelling in their respective tribes with their talent and unique skills, ....I wonder if he might be..Nah, no way, I'm already annoyed by his attitude' I sweatdrop at my thoughts.

'Let's play a little with the birdie~'

She fake gasps.

"Oh! Please forgive me Sir, I didn't meant to look suspicious, I'm a mere humble traveler" She says convincingly with a hint of tease.

Raising his feathered-hand in defense, Revali's ready to argue back when..

"Sir, may I speak with you.." the escort glances at the girl.

 ...in private?"

Lowering his hand, he turns to the escort and they walk a few meters away from the girl.

Confused, Revali listens what he has to say.

"I was not informed about the reason this girl needing an escort, but for all I know, is that's she's a very influencial young lady across big mayority of Hyrule and requires special protection to keep off stalkers " The escort states in a low voice for only Revali to hear.

"Hmmm...a very important girl, you say? I can't say I'm entirely convinced, but I'm interested in hearing more" he replies lowly to the escort.

Turning around, he approaches her and Revali asks.

"What is your name, girl? What is so special about you?" 

'Something about him makes me trust him with my little secret, he seems to be some sort of leader or general of the rito warriors' I thought.

"Huh? I guess, it's only natural for you not to know me, but I must admit, out of Rito Village, anyone in Hyrule would be surprised at my presence by now" takes her sunglasses off.

Revealing a pair of shiny (eye color) orbs with a six-pointed star in each of her eyes.

Revali is taken aback, eyes slightly widening yet opted to remain stoic.

"I'm an idol, you see, that's what's so special about me, Sir~" She charismatically winks and does a peace sign.

The escort let out a small gasp, moved by her charisma while by the other hand, Revali stands deadpan.

"You're an idol? Hmm, okay then..." Revali takes a step back.

"So, what exactly brings you to Rito Village? If you're an idol, where's your fans? Where's your crew?" Revali cross his feathered-arms.

He hates to admit, he feels frighten yet drawn to the girl's eyes, like they're slowly mesmerizing him.

Noticing the indigo rito's gaze at her, she puts her sunglasses on and replies.

"I've come to clear my mind off my busy schedule. A vacation to be more precise, just look at this place" she turns around and spreads her arms.

"Isn't it majestic?! Why wouldn't anyone come visit this beautiful and aesthetic village?" she brightly replies.

 "And about my fans" Turns to glare at Revali, bringing her index finger to her lips.

"They don't know I'm here, planning on keeping a low-profile" rests her hands behind her back.

"And regarding my crew, they know about my whereabouts, but insisted on assigning me an escort for mere caution, keeps stalkers away, you know?" she charmingly nods at the escort with a cheeky smile, gaining a shy smile from him, completely forgetting his professionalism as a warrior.

Revali is left stun by the girl's influence on his warrior.

Sending him a threatening side-eye, the escort quickly composes himself.

"Interesting. A vacation...Well, I'm glad you've had the chance to...uh...rejuvenify yourself...here in Rito Village" Revali continues.

"But I'll need you to understand" His voice becomes serious.

"That this village is under my protection, now and forever" In a slow intimidating pace approaches her.

"Any suspicious or threatening travelers will be detained and questioned. No strangers are allowed on the divine beast, either" Raises his finger in a strict demeanor as he stops once he's in front of her.

"If you think for one second you're special enough to be given a free pass...think again. You'll go through the same procedure as everyone else. Got it?" He harshly looks down at her.

Standing as straight as possible, she happily salutes him.

 "Yes, Sir!" playing fool of his threats on purpose.

".....very good" Revali looks at the escort.

"She seems harmless, but I'm not taking any chances. Why don't you show her where she'll be staying for the night?" he says.

"Yes, Sir!" the escort salutes him with respect, earning an approvable nod from Revali.

"Make sure she doesn't access the Divine Beast. Don't take your eyes off her. You don't want to be in my bad books, do you?" Revali commands.

"No, Sir!" the escort exclaimed. 

A cough interrupts the two ritos,

"Ahem, I hope, I don't sound rude, but how could I possibly fly all the way up to the divine beast, if i don't have any wings?" she shrugs with a small mischievous grin on her lips.

'Wasn't it obvious, bird brains?' she thought.

The 2 ritos are hit hard with realization, both their eyes widening.

"Well, I may not be a scholar, but that sounds like a logical statement to me" Revali plays smart to hide his embarrasment.

"However, the King's instructions are clear. Not a single stranger is to enter that divine beast. I'm afraid you just can't be trusted" he defenses.

"Now, I suggest you finish escorting this girl to her room" Revali gives a firm look to the escort.

"And you, girl" he points at her.

"Don't even think about trying to fool around" he warns with a stern gaze.

"Understand?" he instructs both with authoritarian demeanor.

"Yes, Sir!" the escorts yells and proceeds to turn on his heels to escort the girl to the Village's Inn.

Feeling someone's eyes on him, Revali turns his head and notices (Y/n) stayed behind, glaring directly at him, a faint glimpse of amazement in her bright eyes.

"And you..." he says.

"I have my eyes on you..." He turns and begins walking away.

 Glacing back over his shoulder, his stare locks on her.

"Better keep your nose clean, girl " he threatens her slightly.

Chuckling softly, she joyfully replies.

"Worry not Sir! I wash this pretty face every morning and night, my nose won't get dirty" she jokes with an mocking humor.

"..." Unamused by her joke, Revali stands deadpan for a moment.

Looking at her with disapproval and irritation, he rolls his eyes and continues walking across the village.

Chuckling at his behavior, she turns on her heels and catches up with her escort. 

Y/N POV

Walking with a small spring in my steps, I merrily follow the escort to the Village's Inn.

When a thought came like lightning.

'Oooh! I didn't catch his nameee... and neither he catched mine,... Oh well, I'll probably find out later haha'  

[fatefulfaerie]

Huge congrats on 1k! Well deserved.

For the prompt: I'm gonna be vague and say Navi + BOTW. Interpret how you will!

Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!

“You’ve never seen a fairy?” Link asked in his awkward mid-pubescent voice. Humility, honor, and politeness were things of the future, the question asked almost criticizing.

His friend shrugged, a fellow page who was two years his junior at eleven years old.

“I’ve heard of them,” the youth countered as he munched on his sandwich, a mash of Hylian Bass in between two slices of bread.

As haughty as Link was about his experience, his ability to boast a leg up on his fellow pages and squires as if he were a seasoned knight, he was nowhere near as bad as Althar.

Althar was only a year older than Link, but his status as a fourteen year old made him a squire, and gave him an annoying conceit. Link took pride in things he could boast about, but Althar would go out of his way to make sure any conversation was one he butted into, and came out the hero of.

“Finding fairies is nothing,” Althar said, casually leaning against one of the wooden scaffoldings of the training grounds, “the pink ones anyway.”

“Here we go,” Link mumbled under his breath, scooping seafood paella into his mouth. His slight look at his younger friend didn’t stop the youth from turning around with intrigue.

“There are other colors?” he asked with enthusiasm.

“Oh, tons,” Althar replied. “A whole rainbow of colors, yellow, green, purple.”

“Don’t listen to him,” Link forewarned, almost sing-songingly.

“But,” Althar continued. “They only appear to true heroes, you know.” He slapped and gripped his own biceps. “Strong ones, not little uh…well…toothpicks.”

Link didn’t need to look up to know Althar was referring to him.

“How many non-pink fairies have you seen?” Link asked with a smile as the rice filled his belly.

“It’s not about numbers,” Althar said. “Not about numbers at all. You know that’s the first thing they teach you when you become a squire. Humility. I’m not one to brag, that’s for sure.”

Link shook his head as he looked up at his friend. 

“Humility,” Link said, “that’ll be the day.”

Their lunch hour ended with a holler from their commanding officer, which ensued a scramble of various boys and girls aged 7 to 16 to line up in order of height. All of their right arms were bent in salute, except for two of the younger ones who were newer and thus had their left arm up. Sometimes Link pitied them. They had a fifty percent chance of guessing the correct arm and it just wasn’t their day.

They struggled with the obstacle course too, and Link would have thought they were far too young to begin training if it weren’t for the fact that he too was seven years old when he started.

His father, an otherwise inconsequential knight stationed in Necluda, saved the King’s life one day. The King granted him a favor in appreciation of his heroism.

“Anything,” the crowned gentleman had said, the single word having such a power to it that Link’s father knew he better not waste it. Three years later, his wife died in childbirth, and the baby’s seven year-old brother was unruly and difficult to manage. Link was from then on trained alongside the sons and daughters of the very best knights, though he was besting knights in his father’s quadrant ever since he was four.

“At ease,” the commander said. 

He began to give instructions for their afternoon of training, but Link didn’t hear a word of it, his brow bending as a fairy landed on the man’s shoulder.

And it was a glowing blue.

Of all the people to break protocol and brag about this sighting, Althar surely would, but Link looked over and the squire was as bored as can be. Link’s eyes danced in confusion.

Surely, he was going crazy.

Link watched with enchanted eyes as the fairy floated off and away towards Korok Forest, disappearing into the mist that surrounded it.

“Link?” He heard the commander ask. Link didn’t even realize he had taken a step away. “Where are you going? I’m not finished.”

Link stammered an apology and shook his head to rid himself of whatever craze had overcome him. His father had told him that soldiers sometimes hallucinated. Was that what this was?

For the first hour of training after, there was a faint blue light beckoning him, ebbing like a heartbeat, some living force that urged wordlessly. Link waited until someone else was being reprimanded - it was always a scene - to sneak away into the forbidden fog.

He figured he was going crazy, compelled to break the rules in such a way. His father would slap him upside the head if he saw him now, a thirteen-year-old inching into a forest that only knights with a lifetime of service braved. He had heard tales of fog, that with a child’s laugh ushered you into the realms of Hylia, or worse, the mere unknown. People lost to the forest are said to never come back. Link suspected it was just a tale for children and this proved it. There wasn’t the slightest lick of fog. The forest was clear and shining with green-filtered sunlight, and the blue fairy led him further and further in.

The brush underneath his feet only whispered with the disturbance Link brought into the forest, as if his presence wasn’t a disturbance at all. His father once taught him that the wild world around them was not one to play with or to harm, that it breathed just like the people who lived in it. And, for some reason, that breath was guiding him to golden clearing, winds still and calm, with an adult-sized sword beckoning him closer. 

Link;s finger’s slowly swirl to clasp the blue hilt of a sword that, perhaps by some trick of the sunlight, gleamed otherworldly. The thirteen year-old pulled upwards with an ageless curiosity, not knowing of the era of calamity it would usher this age Hyrule into.