#(and i think this viewpoint for him that this drabble shows makes a lot of sense

[universestreasures]

A Dragon's Reservations (Drabble)

Extension / Spinoff Of This Thread With @shachou

"Thanks for helping tuck me in, Tasuku." The youngest Kaiba speaks, offering the other a weak but genuine smile of thankfulness. Even if his friend's efforts were not quite to his preferences (they were a bit too tight), Mokuba still appreciated the effort. "I...I was never quite good at it. I've always had...help with it."

"You're welcome." Tasuku reacts with smile of his own, a hand gripping the door's knob as he slowly began to close it. "Rest well and good night, Mokuba. If you need anything, don't be afraid to call for us. We'll be right there with you."

Yet again, that reminder is given. It's something that Tasuku's made a point to say over the past few weeks his friend's been here. The purpose of it was to sway any doubts the boy had that he was a 'burden' and encourage him to seek help if (or rather inevitably, considering his frequent night terrors) he needed it. After all, he's heard Mokuba beat himself up needlessly enough since his arrival over the idea of being a 'burden', a sight that made his blood boil as much as it made his heart ache because he knew exactly where such things seemed from.

Or rather...he knew exactly from who they stemmed, the very person whose mistakes continued to cause pain to the one he was supposed to protect and cherish, his only remaining family who cherished him despite the blood on his hands and his many sins...

Kaiba Seto.

Upon closing the door to his bedroom that he was letting Mokuba borrow, he moves to go outside. Fresh air was key in helping him calm himself when he could feel himself getting tense, such tension coming from the anger that was practically waiting to rise from his chest. He goes to the roof of his apartment, stopping to look up at the serenity of the beautiful stars and crescent moon as he breathes in and out slowly. Looking at them, especially the moon, always made him feel calmer for some reason, the lights in the darkness that seemed to always surround him in one way or another.

Sadly, they did little to help this time. The more he sat and looked at them, the more the grip of his negative emotions, his anger, his rage, take hold on his heart and mind. Tasuku promised himself he wouldn't show that side of him in front of his friend, for that would just make things worse, but that meant that the effects of all that repressing he had been doing were taking hold now, with those very repressed feelings bubbling back up to the surface that can be visibly seen by the shaking of a clenched fist.

One might think such feelings of intense disdain for someone you've never met before were unbelievable. Despite being friends with Mokuba for about a year now, he's actually never once met his brother directly. Though, that doesn't mean he hasn't ever seen the CEO in person, or more specifically, hasn't ever seen his direct actions and the effect they have on his younger brother.

Even now as he stood there on the roof, his memories of that day were vivid, replaying in his mind like a perfect video recording. It was a key day in his memory, but not for a good reason. For it was the very day he saw Kaiba Seto's ugliness and cruel heart slowly reveal itself, with innocents, including his own kin, being at the mercy of his cruel and twisted 'games'.

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After several long weeks of searching, he managed to get his hands on what he had been looking for. It was an invitation to the hottest and most exclusive gaming event Domino had seen yet: the opening ceremonies of Kaiba Land, the first theme park of its kind in Japan, hosted by the Kaiba Corporation. Though, it wasn't his joy of games that brought him to seek out an invitation. Instead it was, of course, his work, something that always took precedence even over his own desires. Yes he had been tasked by Commander I to investigate the event that had been surrounded in many rumors that were of interest to the Buddy Police, specifically ones that may pertain to dangerous games having been secretly built in a place meant for children.

Why was he doing this mission solo? Simple. All of the invited guests to the event were children and only children. No adults who were not employees were permitted in. So, Tasuku had no choice but to go it alone, something he was honestly okay with. Him being on his own, while certainly increased the risk, made him able to do his job much easier. Plus, it would help him maintain his cover, considering he was entering this under a different identity.

Thankfully, he managed to cling to the large crowd of kids who rushed into the facility as soon as it opened after having shown his invitation. Being lost in a crowd made him a lot harder to track, ruby hues eying all the suited security men around the facility. If he was to make any moves, he needs to be careful. While he does have Jack as an ultimate last resort to aid him, the last thing either of them wants is to reveal the dragon's existence needlessly. Doing so could cause a disaster with unforeseen consequences.

So, he opted for the strategy to search the facility from top to bottom while everyone was seemingly busy with the opening ceremony. He went from facility to facility to test out each and every game for any potential signs of danger. Much to his surprise and relief, none of the games he looked at had anything out of the ordinary with them in terms of potential hazards. The closest thing was the realism of the regular virtual reality simulator, but there seemed to be some warnings associated with it, at least.

Were the rumors just rumors after all? Tasuku can't be sure. These areas were publically accessible. If there were illegal, dangerous tech, surely they wouldn't put it out in the open. That's when he remembers he has yet to enter the tower where the opening ceremony had been taking place. Could that be where it was?

With a swift turn, he exits the arcade area he had examined and goes towards the tower instead. Apparently, the action was now on the fourth floor, as indicated by a screen outside the stairwell that now displayed 'Death T 4' in progress'. Just the name 'Death T' was enough to set off his instincts that this is what he was looking for, and after taking a moment to climb up the stairs and enter the stands, his suspicions were proven correct almost immediately.

For what he bore witness to was unlike anything he'd ever seen before, a display that would forever be burned into his heart and ignite his righteous green flames of justice.

Tasuku's eyes scanned over the stadium that was erupting in shock, all seemingly focused on the live image of Kaiba Seto, the CEO of Kaiba Corporation. The Buddy Police Boy Wonder was fully aware of who he was due to his reputation in the gaming world. There were some who said he'd never lost a game before in his life. There were also some who said he was responsible for the death of the previous CEO, Kaiba Gozaboru, a rumor no one could verify the truth of.

"I've been waiting for you, Yugi! Good job. I've gotten bored of these amusements."

"Amusements?"

"Take that path to the elevator and rise to the final stage!"

"I will! Don't you go anywhere! You'll get your game all right, Kaiba!"

That's when Tasuku takes a look around the rest of the space, noticing the colossal fight box in the middle. There he sees a taller boy outside of it (who he presumed was this 'Yugi' Kaiba referred to) and a small child on the inside. Judging by it, it seems the younger of the two had just been defeated in a game of some kind, seemingly an obstacle in Yugi's path to advancement.

But...that wasn't just any child in there. That was...

"Kaiba Mokuba, the Capsule Monsters Chess champion...And the very same person Lady Suzuha mentioned she lost contact with six months ago..."

It was one of those things the heiress mentioned to him during one of their recent encounters. She mentioned that if he ever ran into him, as such a thing might happen due to his line of work, to give her an update on his condition. Thank goodness an innocent like her wasn't here to witness this (little did he know such a thing was intentional on the younger Kaiba's part).

"I've felt your pathetic, clinging, loser's gaze...staring at my back for years...I kept telling you and over over, Mokuba...If you play with fire you'll get burned..."

Even though he can't hear Mokuba's reaction due to the box not being mic'd, Tasuku can just see and feel the fear from what his brother said. He knew nothing about the brother's relationship, but that didn't matter to him. As someone who had a very strong sense of family, he very much despised any mistreatment of a family member, blood or otherwise. Just seeing this cruelty got his blood boiling, but it truly exploded in fury at what would come next.

"You understand, don't you? Only the winner is allowed out of that duel box!" A button is pressed, one that seems to activate some kind of 'smoke' inside the enclosed space in which Mokuba was trapped. "A Penalty Game awaits the loser!! That is the Law of 'Death T'!!"

"A Penalty Game?!" The phrase echoes in his mind as his body is paralyzed as the display unfolds. Virtual projections more realistic than those he saw on the simulator came to life and caused the one trapped inside to scream and cower in absolute terror for his life. "This...This must be what our lead was about! If this was the fourth stage, then that means there must have been more of these dangerous games and punishments on the earlier 'Death T' stages!"

He could feel his body temperature rising and his breath heavying as he watched the torture go on, the sight triggering what appeared to be a panic attack. He normally made a point to try hold himself together while on a job, to steel himself so it wouldn't hold him back but...nothing could have prepared him for what he he was looking at. Seeing Kaiba Mokuba defenseless and calling out for help (presumably for his brother) reminds him of his own experiences when he was stranded on that mountain shortly after the Disaster, calling out for his family to save him and bring him home.

If Jack hadn't come to save him that day, he surely would have perished...just like Kaiba Mokuba might if no one comes to save him from his brother's cruel act...

Realizing that fact causes him to try and take action despite his physical symptoms. Anything was better than doing nothing. He ran through the bleachers, shoving past everyone to try and reach the bottom. With his physical prowess, he just might be able to jump off the bottom and reach the center platform. However, he stops at the edge as soon as the voice of someone else rings through, filled with heroic courage.

"Mokuba!!! Mokuba...take my hand!!"

And there the Buddyfighter bears witness to Yugi, a victim in this entire messed-up creation of the CEO of Kaiba Corporation, go in and drag Kaiba Mokuba out, saving his life and sanity in the process. A wave of relief washes through Tasuku at the sight of the two outside the chamber, his heart still racing through his chest. That demonstration right there gave the officer a large amount of respect for the gamer, who saved his opponent from the penalty of his loss of the game between them. That show of sportsmanship and kindness wasn't often seen in situations such as these with high stakes. Muto Yugi is someone he'll personally have to keep his eye on for certain.

As the amethyst-eyed gamer leaves for his fated battle on the next floor, Tasuku shifts his attention back to the robed boy kneeling on the ground, shaking and sobbing after having experienced such a horrific thing at his brother's hands. Watching him in that state causes his hands to curl into fists at his sides, his body now shaking not in panic but instead in sheer anger that was akin to a dragon's as he bores his fangs behind gritted teeth.

"Kaiba Seto...To think you would stoop so low as to bring harm to your own family...And turn games that are supposed to bring people together in friendly competition and fun into nothing more than death traps..."

"I'll never forgive you for this..."

"I'll never forgive you!!!!!"

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Those words of anger, the ones that echoed his feelings that still remain today, are the last he hears before he is brought back to the present by the golden light of a Buddyfight card. Jack manifests from his pocket before the boy in his mini form, the dragon's golden eyes showing deep concern. Seems he felt the rage in Tasuku's heart too as the officer was spilling it out in waves after having been buried for so long.

"Jack...I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm doing fi-"

"Tasuku, you don't need to hide what you're feeling from me." The dragon cuts the boy off, his words stopping Tasuku's completely. "We're not just buddies, remember? We're family. The day you took me in and accepted me as a part of your own family, your loads became my loads; ones I share with you gladly. So please, please tell me what is on your mind. Although, I have an idea as to what or rather...who it might be."

A sigh escapes the boy's lips. For he knew well there was no arguing when it came to his only remaining family. Deep down, he knew how unhealthy it was to keep these feelings of his bottled up so tightly, wisdom he's given to others in the past to not do. He'd be a hypocrite if he didn't follow his own advice.

"I just...I just can't...I just can't get over the anger I feel when I think about what he's done..."He is clenching his fist now, trying to stabilize himself as he speaks his heart to his most trusted ally. "I don't care if he had a rough past, like Mokuba's said over and over. I don't care if Mokuba forgave him, wanting to try to move forward. No one...No one has the right to emotionally, physically, and psychologically damage their own brother, who did nothing but try to make him happy..."

Everything Mokuba did back then during the time of his separation from Lady Suzuha, all of it had been for the sake of his brother, who ignored and rejected him. He thought that there was no other way to get even an ounce of the happiness and love he once knew unless he also stained his hands. The fact he thought he even had to do such a thing just made Tasuku even more furious. How could anyone be so cruel?

"Then, after it was claimed that he had changed and presumably learned from his past sins, he yells at his brother so harshly and with such animosity to the point of Mokuba running away from home! And for what? Just expressing how he was feeling, like any normal person does? That's not even to mention what he's put so many others through for the sake of his own selfish reasons..."

He has yet to forget about both 'events' Kaiba hosted, 'Death-T' and Battle City, and how they both endangered the lives of innocent multiple times. He's put people into death games. He's kidnapped, lied, and stolen. He's created a trap for dangerous criminals in the form of a tournament that made the entire city a battlefield, without even consulting the Buddy Police. Need he say more?

"Your feelings towards him are understandable, Tasuku. I do not disagree with them. Kaiba Seto has committed actions that are unforgivable. However..." He pauses for a moment, flying over so his golden eyes are looking directly into Tasuku's rubies. "I do think, considering the boy's worsening condition, it might be time to consider a change in our approach to aid him."

"You're talking about what Gao suggested earlier today, aren't you?" He asked, Jack nodding his head in response.

"I understand your reservations about the idea, but...our top priority is to help your friend recover from the nightmares and fear that plague his heart and mind. And if we cannot do so effectively, then we must get the aid of the one who cares for-"

"If he really cared about his brother's well-being, don't you think he would have been here by now to see him?" His words cut off the dragon's, Tasuku's fist continuing to be curled tightly. "Even if he thought he'd be of no help or potentially make things worse, doing something is better than doing nothing at all. And no, sending one of his employees to spy on Mokuba does not count. That's not what Mokuba wants or needs."

"So...you do agree with the notion that the boy needs his brother to truly get through this, then?"

"Yes. We can only do so much without getting to the root of the problem directly."

"Then why did you tell Gao that you disagreed with the idea to begin with?"

"I told Gao that I disagreed with the idea of one of us bringing Kaiba Seto here. I never said I opposed him coming here on his own." Honestly, if he had, this might had been resolved already. "There's a difference between giving someone space and just not taking action. He's clearly staying away because he knows he's the problem, but by doing so, he's not taking responsibility or taking action to try and resolve this. And because of that, Mokuba is now too afraid to even try to contact him, leading to his anxieties and nightmares worsening."

Considering his past experiences, such a reaction from the boy wasn't surprising. He's gotten yelled at for expressing himself before. It only made sense he'd be afraid to do so again, especially after his own actions of running away from his home.

"He needs to be ready and willing to have a true conversation in order to resolve this, not just one to pacify Mokuba and sweep the issue under the rug. That will just make things worse for them both in the future."

This tactic, he suspects, was probably used in the past, considering how both seemingly moved on from the 'Death T' incident so quickly despite its intensity and lingering aftereffects. After all, Tasuku has no doubt Mokuba's recurring nightmares and PTSD symptoms are a consequence of that day. He's heard him almost confirm it himself in what he's mumbled while tossing and turning in his sleep.

"However, to prepare himself accordingly for that, he has his own demons he needs to battle within his heart, just like Mokuba's been doing since he got here. Until he can steel his resolve, win that internal struggle, and come to his own answer that he is ready and willing to share, then it's best he stay far, far away from here. I refuse to have Mokuba suffer any more than he has already..."

"Tasuku..."

Tasuku then moves exists the rooftop to return back inside the apartment, with Jack following suit. After entering the space, he moves to check his friend's phone he had left on the counter to charge. He then picks it up, ruby hues now staring in the face of a photograph of the two brothers that had been made the wallpaper, one of the pair at the construction site for Kaiba Land USA.

"What Mokuba really needs is that big brother he talks so highly of, not a selfish coward who can't own up to his own mistakes or talk things out without resorting to shouting like a child." The internal thought is accompanied by him placing the device down, a hand moving to cross over his heart as he makes yet another silent oath to himself. "And until Kaiba Seto can get his act together and become that person again, it's up to me to fill in that role as best I can in his stead, no matter how long it takes..."

[welcometogrouchland]

one thing i find interesting about Dana’s words about Caleb and Evelyn from the livestream is how she seems to center events from Evelyn’s perspective (she refers specifically to the "Evelyn and Flapjack" lore when the question prompting the discussion also named Caleb, tho I don't think that's like. A calculated decision, it might just reflect who she views as the most significant characters in the grand scheme of things)

it’s about what Evelyn was doing in gravesfield, why Evelyn liked caleb, how she first presented herself to him. it’s about her family that he married into, the Clawthorne family, blood members like Eda, chosen/adopted members, like King and honorary members, like Luz. That’s who the story really centers around, so it makes sense that when approaching this nugget of lore, they'd tackle it from Evelyn's POV.

But i just find it interesting bc it’s so unlike 90% of the fan content centered around that era. Like most of the things ppl make related to Evelyn and the Wittebros is usually set from one of the brothers perspectives (with a couple of exceptions! @/moonmeg’s comics and @/litfeathers various drabbles and dubs all have a good balance of Evelyn and caleb/philip perspective!). Obviously this is mostly bc we got the Wittebros lore first (all the way back in yesterday's lie) and because we know (marginally) more about them, people have been playing around with them for longer and with more material.

But I'm honestly really interested in Dana's version of the story! Especially considering it seems like Evelyn had much more agency in the story than we give her credit for. She's the one who went to gravesfield, reached out to Caleb, presumably taking either the romantic or platonic initiative and thus setting things in motion. Why? we don't know! Dana says Caleb seemed more reasonable than the rest of the population in gravesfield, that they bonded over flapjack like dog owners over pets, which is all very interesting when we know he was a witch hunter, implies a lot of interesting things about why he was doing that career and what his status in the town social climate might've been like, but that's where fan interpretation comes into play, so I digress.

(also, this is a tangent but I'm a big fan of Dana implying that Evelyn took initiative? We only have huntlow to go off of but generally speaking the show likes to subvert overdone or overly stereotypical m/f romance tropes- while not being too pointed about it and still leaving room for nuance and characterization- and I like the idea that if they had the chance, they would've done that w/ Caleb and Evelyn, with her being the passionate Romeo and him being the more longing, pining-maiden type in the relationship hehehe)

Point to all this being, I think it's very funny how we all got wrapped up in the mystique and intrigue of (Belos' biased, carefully crafted and incomplete) narrative of ~the tragedy of the brothers Wittebane~ bc he was our main source that we failed to consider that Evelyn, who fits the character archetype TOH likes to use as a focal/viewpoint character much more cleanly that either Wittebane (what with being a young woman, a 'weirdo' estranged from her home, a Clawthorne, etc), might've actually been the perspective we should've been looking at things from. Dana's based for this actually

[armageddonouttahere]

Consolation

Title: Consolation

Summary: Takes place after “Putting Others First”, in which Roman sinks into his room and doesn’t leave for a while. Logan is the only one not preoccupied enough to come and lure him out, but in this he has to face emotions he’s been putting on the backburner for a long time.

Pairings: Romantic Logince, background platonic Moxiety

Warnings: Crying, self-doubt, insecurity, negative thinking

Rating: General Audiences

Genres: Fluff, Hurt/comfort (with a happy ending)

Word count: 2,500

A/N:  Here we are, at last! I had cranked out the last couple paragraphs of this fic just an hour ago, and I’m very excited. This had gone from a little Logince comfort drabble to a fic of 2,500 words (exactly, though I didn’t do that on purpose). I hope anyone who sees this enjoys it, and everyone who’s been waiting for it likes it even more, after all this suspense. Taglist will be at the end, under the cut.

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Logan was at a loss. The aftermath of Janus’ name reveal left all the sides shaken and fragile. Especially Roman. Logan wanted to help, he wanted to be able to tell Roman with certainty that he will be okay, that everything will be alright. Logan needed to be able to look Roman in the eyes and know that the words that came out of his mouth are truths.

But he can’t. So, Logan focused on the problems he could solve. He endeavoured to keep Thomas in working order, though on the inside he may be struggling. Virgil seemed to have taken a backseat, focused on watching over Patton. The most he’d seen of the anxious side was weekly updates and reports on Patton’s condition, how he was feeling, which Logan appreciated greatly. He needed all the positive data he could get.

As the logical side, Logan was somewhat attuned with the other sides’ reasoning and thought process. He needed this information to be accurate in order to know how Thomas works, how he functions. He knew how the other sides try to solve problems, how they understand things. When something or someone throws a wrench in the system it’s one of the few things that affected Logan physically.

In the aftermath after Roman sank out Logan had migraines for weeks. Roman’s flawed logic- his flawed perception of himself- is the one thing that has caused Logan the most physical pain. Roman’s view of himself shifted so drastically to the negative end that Logan felt… sorry? For him? 

He felt… he- he felt. Roman made him feel. What did he feel, exactly? Empathy? It was true that Roman’s emotional pain gave Logan physical pain, but the shared anguish went further than that. Logan knew what it’s like to feel wrong, to feel unheard. He related to Roman. He knew what he’s going through. 

Their opinions may differ, but Roman still needed consolation. Logan won’t further his belief that Janus is the villain, but Roman doesn’t need a scolding or a lecture, skewed though his viewpoint of Janus may be. He needed someone to listen to him, someone to comfort him.

Logan was aware that he’s no optimal candidate for the matter, not the first choice for consolation (nor the second). He does not possess the endless cuddles and comfort food of Patton, nor does he have the quiet understanding and listening ears of Virgil. His only way of reassuring the prince is through data, probabilities, and chances. Inadequate. Unsatisfactory. Definitely not enough.

Logan made a plan. A plan to make Roman feel better. A plan to get Roman to open his door, something he hadn’t done in two weeks. He gathered things he believed he would need in order to cheer Roman up: the Sherlock screenplay Roman had gifted him at Christmastime, Logan’s book of Shakespeare’s plays (Hamlet being pre-marked with a red sticky-note, in case Roman is feeling increasingly dramatic and macabre), his journal for note-taking, vocab cards, and his laptop- which has a playlist compilation full of ‘cute’ animal videos at the ready. All of this was needed for Logan to get up the courage to knock on Roman’s door. He felt as if he’s putting on an armour of sorts. Preparing himself for battle. 

It’s quite funny- the logical side needs bravery and courage to step outside his area of expertise and comfort the prince of the group.

May 17th, 2020. 1830 hours. Attempt #1: Prologue.

Roman has not left his corner of the mindscape for 16 days, 6 hours, and 28 minutes. Virgil has just given an update on Patton’s condition, which is thus: Patton’s “room” has slightly lessened in its intensity of upsetting emotions. The picture frames’ rate of showing unfavourable memories has decreased. Patton has not cried yet today. The Dark Sides, Remus and Janus, seem to be keeping on the “down-low”. Thomas has not had any intrusive dreams in many days. Virgil has been too preoccupied in keeping tabs on Patton to give him anxiety over much.  Thomas’ motivation has gone down. His restlessness has gone up. Roman’s unconscious contributions to Thomas’ everyday life have gone down significantly. Thomas has stopped daydreaming. He has stopped thinking about the future, what he has to do tomorrow. He is becoming forgetful and apathetic.  As the logical side, there is only so much I can do to keep Thomas in working order without help from the others, that much I can admit. I have put off trying to help Roman in case things only become worse, but the stakes are too high at this point. Action must be taken. I will record the results of this 1st attempt later.

Logan steeled himself, books tucked under his arm. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 

Around nine at night, he wrote down the results. Roman had been unresponsive to polite requests for entry, knocking, attempts to start a conversation, small-talk, even a referencing desire to build a snowman. He had not responded to propositions of reading from plays or poetry, or any of his favourite literature. In summary, it was almost like speaking to a “brick-wall” (almost, because the door to Roman’s room was made of mahogany).

“Really? Things must be bad,” was Virgil’s response as Logan recounted the events to him later that evening. It was late, almost time for Logan to get some shut-eye after organizing Thomas’ duties for tomorrow. Logan had entered the kitchen hoping that Thomas would get a good night’s sleep so he could have the highest level of productivity the next day, but judging by the Monster Energy drink resting in Virgil’s hands he supposed that was not the case.

“It is certainly concerning. I tried… if not everything, at least a substantial amount of options.”

“Yeah, and if Roman doesn’t answer to a Disney reference… I’m worried about him. Do you want... me to try?” he said, fidgeting. Logan realized he looked uncomfortable with the idea. Virgil must felt a little guilty for not showing up at all during the argument.

“No, I believe that more attempts should be made. To wear him down, in a way. I’m planning to try again tomorrow.”

“Same Bat Time, same Bat Place?”

“An interesting way of putting it, but that’s the idea.” Logan rubbed his eyes and began making a list of all his tasks once he returned to his room.

“Alright. I’m gonna go see Thomas.” Virgil said, getting ready to sink out.

“I assumed you were. And Virgil?”

He popped back up. “Yeah?”

“Please at least try to motivate him a bit, if through fear? I don’t want to deal with a gloomy, unproductive Thomas tomorrow.”

“You got it. I won’t screw him up too much. ‘Night, Lo.”

“Good-night, Virgil.” He was alone.

“Roman?” Logan knocked once more. “Roman, would you be open to company? I wish to speak with you.”

Nothing. He sighed, pushing his journal farther into his pants pocket. He decided to come with substantially less things this time around. To come as he is.

“I’m not entertaining visitors or guests at the present. Please come back another time, thank you,” came a weak and muffled response.

The sound of Roman’s voice gave Logan an ache in his heart which he didn’t want to name. He ignored it, for the moment.

“I just want to speak with you. You’ve been decidedly quiet these past few weeks. Your input, both in-person and in Thomas’ subconscious has dropped a considerable amount. As far as I am aware you have not made your presence known to me or any of the other sides in over two weeks.”

Silence was his response. Facts were getting Logan nowhere. Logan sighed, struggling with himself. Did he tell Roman what he thought in simple terms, what he was trying to say through his data? How could he bare himself to Roman’s listening ears, let himself be known?

“In all honesty, Roman, I’m- I’m…” He took a breath. “I’m worried about you.” He said this in a rush, letting it all out in one breath. Like a Band-aid, as Virgil had stated. The silence that still followed both frightened him and spurred him on.

“Roman, I- I haven’t spoken to you in weeks. I’m afraid of what will happen if you stay isolated for much longer. You’re a necessary part of Thomas’ life, for me to have things to maintain and keep in order. But more than that, more than duties of mine, I mis- I’m… finding your absence upsetting.”

Logan faintly realised his hands had begun to shake, and he clenched them.

“You… mean a lot to m- the Mindscape, to Patton, to Virgil… to everyone. No one means you harm. We need your input on discussions, and revel in your ideas and thoughts. We... miss you.”

Just gotta rip it off.

“I- I miss you, Roman.” Logan shut his eyes, forcing out the idea that he had become emotional enough to begin producing tears. Logic does not cry. “We bicker sometimes and both of us are wrong on occasion, but I would rather have arguments with you than nothing without.”

“Seeing your vibrance and excitement in brainstorming, your happiness in Disney movies and romances, watching your brilliance when creating plays and stories and… being you, I- I find myself… swept up- metaphorically, of course- in every emotion you give off when you’re around me. Seeing you productive and happy gives me more of a reason to work to the best of my ability.”

“It’s… it would be difficult for me to ever say these things in the hearing of the other sides, but… I miss the feelings you bring me when you are around. It is something greater than a job well done, Crofters, or puzzles and murder mysteries being solved.”

“The emotions I feel when you are around are something more than a simple pleasure in watching, in the aesthetical enjoyment of seeing things fall into place. When I’m with you, I feel… spurred into action.”

“Roman, I- I can’t… I can’t bear your absence any longer. I’m worried about you, but more than that, I’m worried that should you keep to yourself, I’ll never… I- I won’t…” Logan swept aside a few tears that had run down his face. His throat ached so much that he feared he wouldn’t be able to get any more words out. The words he spoke next came out in a hoarse whisper.

“Without you I’m afraid I’ll never feel anything again.”

A shuddered gasp tore itself from Logan’s throat as he took his first proper breath in a few minutes. Tears slicked their way down his face freely now. This was, Logan supposed, because such a long drought of emotion had rendered him virtually unable to control any that did overcome him.

“However,” Logan began once more after a few more minutes of silence, his voice quieter now. If anyone else had heard it, they might have said he sounded ashamed. “Should you wish to remain alone for… whatever period of time, I won’t stop you. Asking you to open your door for my sake is extremely selfish of me. I’m… I’m sorry, Roman.”

Logan took one more breath before turning around to leave. He had no idea what the effects of his speech would be, and that scared him. He was in an entirely new territory. This was an unprecedented event, with no similar experiences to compare it to. He had ‘boldly gone where no man had gone before’, so to say.

Logan was so wrapped in his own panic, for that is what it was, he almost missed the imperceptible click of Roman’s door opening as he walked away. Every muscle in Logan’s body tensed, and he prepared for angry words and scathing insults. Logan would face it, however. He turned around, and was met with a sight for some very sore eyes.

Roman held open his door an infinitesimal amount, peering through the crack. Through the small open space Logan could see the prince out of his usual outfit, the beautiful swath of his hair, and one very tearful eye. Logan opened his mouth without knowing what would come out, but the air was knocked out of him.

Roman flung the door open wide and his socked feet ate up the steps between them as he flung his arms around Logan, the force of his embrace almost tipping Logan over. An embarrassing ‘oof’ escaped him at the impact and his hands went up to grip the back of Roman’s jumper after only a second of hesitation.

Logan’s mind filled incredibly fast with all sorts of information: the scent of Roman’s hair, the warmth of his body, how Roman buried his head in Logan’s neck and the slight wetness that came from tears. The way Roman’s nose jutted into his neck, the almost imperceptible touch of Roman’s lips on his shirt collar. Logan’s body betrayed him in an audible catch of his breath as Roman clung to him harder.

“Roman, I-” Logan began in a faint whisper, but Roman only shushed him and tightened his grip, rocking them from side to side ever so slightly.

They stayed like that for Galileo knows how long when the prince peeled himself from Logan. Roman looked upon Logan with eyes so bright from unshed tears Logan would have believed there were stars in them.

“You never said anything. Not a word.”

Their conversation was as hushed as could be, the Mindscape and the world beyond it ceasing to exist and zooming in on the two of them, in this moment.

“I’m not good with words. When it comes to talking about feelings, I mean. You know this.”

“Don’t lie, Specs. That was one of the most eloquent and beautiful things I’ve ever heard.”

Logan scrambled to find a breath within him as Roman smiled up at him. For one of the few times in his life, he found himself with nothing to say.

“It was moving, and heartfelt-” Roman continued, taking Logan’s hand and stepping back, towards his room. He paused in his motions and looked at Logan once more.

“-and it was incredibly romantic.” He said softly.

“I’m- I’m glad.” came Logan’s strangled reply. Roman smiled at him again and led him into his room. There they would sit and talk for hours, and Logan would hold Roman to his chest. They would confess to things bothering them and their hopes, dreams, and fears for the future. It would grow late, and Logan would give in and begin to card his hands through Roman’s hair as the prince drifted off to sleep.

There, in the black-blue of the sky of Roman’s window, scattered with stars and the slanting rays of the moon, Logan would look down upon the prince’s sleeping head and realize, though he had first doubted his abilities, he had been enough. Enough for Roman and for himself. He had been enough.

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE: MUN & MUSE

Fill out & Repost ♥ This meme definitely favors Canons more, but I hope OC's still can make it somehow work with their own lore and Lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multimuses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

Tagged by: @ifthearmorfits , @polyhexianchicken

Tagging: @raysofsinshine @eloquent-music @symphonicdemise @omicrontheicequeen @wild-at-spark @rebel-heart-icy-spark @knockoutsapprentice @kups-war-stories and anyone who wants to it^^

MY MUSE IS.   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless

* is your character popular in the fandom? YES/NO

* is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  WELL… / NO / IDK. (I mean, I really like the Bot)

* is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK.

* are they underrated?  YES / NO.

* were they relevant to the main story?  YES (Sorta??) / NO. (I am so sad about that. He deserved better)

* were they relevant to the main character?  YES (In a way. He was kind of a turning point) / NO

* are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO. (No idea)

* how’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL.

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?

That is quite hard to determine. I try to follow canon up to the point of where Kaon killed him. But the more I play and write him, the more new aspects he gets, the more things he experiences and the more off-canon he gets. But thats Character development.

SELL YOUR MUSE! (aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutual.)

This Truck can carry you anywhere you want to go! Just dont let him run out of fuel and Highgrade, don't abuse him and you have one of the loyalest souls in the Universe on your side. This scared and scarred Bot is build like a brick wall and even has some special abilities. I am not talking about his Magna Clamps, which lets him magnetize himself to different surfaces, I am not talking about his Outlier Ability to generate Forcefields!! I am talking about his empathy! This is one, maybe naive, Bot that can think about others viewpoints and where they come from, he is thinking about what he can do about it. This steady Bot can hold so much fuel, you won't believe it! He even always has some juice packs with him, that he offers others. He is the perfect guy to take with you for any occassions. Not bad looking, not as dumb as others perceive him to be and with a strive to show himself to others!

NOW THE OPPOSITE! (list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?)

Even if you think you know him, you don't. He learned that people judge what they see, so he tries to be perfect n their eyes, helpful and polite. Its a mask. He seldomly lets someone get past behind those masks anymore. He is very unsure of himself, very easily guided along with pretty words. But if he likes you and calls you a friend even behind his mask, he would lay down everything for you, which is a nice point for him but an even bigger one against him. He is a drunk, his frame needing way more fuel than other mechs of the same build.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?

To be honest. The first time I saw Teebs in any comic was in the Wrecker-series. And he was just a guy breaking into a situation and smiling that warm smile of his at a friend in need. There was no judgement and no pity there, just a very happy and warm smile. This was the moment I wanted to see more of him. And then I kept on reading. And I was getting more and more desperate to see more about Trailbreaker/Trailcutter. And the more I saw and read up on, the more my heart sank. This was a bot struggling with himself, but smiling for others, being there for others. Someone who wants so depseratly to change and even making true friends along the way after all the shit he had to went through, only to be cut down way before his time, way before anyone could breach all of his walls. And I was crying for him. My heart broken. He deserved so much more, I kept thinking.

It took maybe a few days and a few talks with a friend before I found the courage to really do it, to RP him.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION

The Teebs in itself is keeping my attention. The many different layers his char gets the more i play him. And the different people I interact with. Gosh, people. I couldn't do it without you. I love the reactions, I love all the little snippets, I love rereading threads or just mentions. It keeps me going and it keeps my love up. Its awesome.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.

* do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO.

* do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO.  

* do you think a lot about your muse during the day? YES (Very very much so.) / NO.

* are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO. (I dont know. I wish I could say yes, but I think im making to many mistakes. But I try to get better.)

* are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. (Most of the time)

* are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. (No comment)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?

If it's constructive. Constructive Criticism is all well and can only get me to better my writing or to face things I didnt think about before. If its just flames, I delete it right away. Really, just comming in to tell me they hate my portrayal is nothing you do. Flames are used to roast my marshmallows, enough said.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  

YES!!! Yes, I love those! I can't get enough of those, because really, you can only wrap your brain around issues and questions and HC for so long before you get stuck. Those questions keep my brain and imagination in the loop and I have so much fun to think about those, to come up with reasonings.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  

Eh, I mean. Normally people tell me why they think different. There can be quite some good discussions stemming from that, but mostly, we are humans with different ways of life and different experiences. So naturally we will see some things differently. My Muse is following my own way though, so it all makes sense to me and fits the puzzle in my head.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?

I would ask myself why they would read what I wrirte then. They can just unfollow me if they hate what I do. You can't cater to every whim. You can't play nice with everyone. But really, if you hate my Muse, why coming back to my Blog then? You have your own opinion and thats all great. So, it really doesnt face me to be honest. As long as it doesnt blow up to hate against me or all people liking what I do.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?  

I hope so, but I know or imagine that I am not. I have my problems, my work and time zones to work through. But I dont want to let those get in the way of nice interactions. I am a scatterbrain, I sometimes forget threads. Its not because I dont want to continue, but because my RL is getting really stressy or something is eating my brain capacity. I love my time on tumblr and try to be open minded and nice to everyone. I hope that gets across^^ So, all in all, I want to be an easygoing Mun. And I love others getting in contact with me about everything.

[bhadpodcast]

Know Your History aka Here’s Why You’re Wrong aka Thanks, Dan!

It’s amusing to me when people who are new to the fandom and don’t fully understand the festering cesspool that is Teen Wolf fandom, do the barest amount of research into the drama and THEN create elaborate defenses to validate their stanning. 

I’ve accepted that Sterek fandom is still very much a threat to Teen Wolf and to their general Scott McCall / Tyler Posey stanning collective and because of that they like to make giant posts filled with lies and misconceptions to make Sterek look like we’re the villains. 

The good thing is that all you have to do is click around the comments or do even the bare minimum of research and their arguments fall apart.  The bad news is that so many new stans won’t do this. 

I started watching the show spring of 2014, I was into the fandom by that June and I was a full fledged Sterek by July.  I was a HUGE Posey fan and had loved him in Lincoln Heights and White Frog.  All of my fist fics were skittles or sour!skittles.

I’m telling you this to let you know that I get it.  As a woman of color, the opportunity to have a ship that consisted of a character of color was huge to me.  I didn’t understand why it seemed like Stereks hated Posey/Scott.  I knew vaguely about BWT, but at the time I was so much more involved with the way the show mistreated him, I shrugged it off as “crazy fans, mad because they didn’t get their ship”.  

Then I started interacting with some stereks because of the podcast and I would hear them reference things from a viewpoint I’d never even considered.  I went back and did the research and I found out about the true reason and fallout for BWT-gate, I found out about Jeff’s exoduc from Twitter, and the thing that tipped it for me?  Cookies4Sterek.  They LITERALLY ATE OUR COOKIES knowing full well they were going to screw us over royally in the coming seasons!

Anyhow, this isn’t entirely what this is about.  This is about knowing your history kids.  I was commenting on a post and of course a Posey stan came in talking about how Tyler Posey was sunshine and roses and blah blah blah, but then they gave their own reasons for why BWT wasn’t only not so bad, but in fact, was necessary.

justaddgigi: So that how it's works. You do gay charity work and make a few half assed apologies and that automatically erases all the homophobic shit you do.

tylerscottpupper: @justaddgigi If you honestly believe Posey is homophobic, you seriously need to open your eyes and explore him more. He wouldn't hurt a fly, much less be/do anything against the LGBT community. He had to apologize because a harmless statement was turned into a butchering knife by and to the LGBT community.

stickykeys633: Oh Scott stan, the irony of telling someone to do research on Posey. I  love the idea that we wouldn't jump at the chance of someone supporting LGBT. That we just misunderstood him and it's nothing to do with his pattern of homophobic behavior

tylerscottpupper: @stickykeys633 Pattern of homophobic behavior? I think you mean "the fandom perceived pattern of homophobic behavior." Posey has done nothing remotely homophobic. It is the fandom that twists it into being homophobic, which it is not. Not once has he said something negative about the LGBT community. He has made harmless jokes, which I'll reiterate, were turned into "insults" towards the community. So, yes, you are misunderstanding him. Horribly, I might add.

stickykeys633:  Bwt was not a harmless joke, fake coming out was not a harmless joke, trying to grab his friend's dicks or trying to shove their hands into his pants is not a joke. I know you think he's sweet but you honestly don't know him. And it takes more effort to excuse the things he does than to just admit he's got a lot of growing to do. He hurt people and he didn't apologize point blank. That makes him a dick and he'll be one until he changes.

tylerscottpupper:  @stickykeys633 BWT was not a joke, it was a thing that needed to be said. If you watch the show for just Sterek as Posey says, you are watching the show for the wrong reasons. It wasn't directed at the shippers. His coming out joke was personally funny to me, and I don't see how it could actually hurt anyone. (Im an out Bisexual myself.) Quite honestly, I do know him, far better than you do apparently. He is not homophobic, and even so, he made a 3 part apology on Twitter after making the lamp joke. He saw that people didn't catch the joke and were getting offended, so he apologized. So yes, he did apologize after "hurting people." (I reiterate, if you get hurt by a lamp/sexuality joke, toughen up.) I don't need to excuse him because he hasn't done anything wrong. The fandom is the one who skews everything he says into a personal attack.

To conclude: Posey is not homophobic in the slightest. BWT needed to happen because Sterek was poisoning the fandom. Nothing Posey has said has hurt anyone, period. In fact, what the fandom is saying/has said to him has hurt him far more than you think he is hurting us. (A point which had been proven even by his late mother.) His behavior is a little quirky, but that's just Posey. He's different, and that's partially why I love him.

Now let’s break this down:

BWT was not a joke, it was a thing that needed to be said. If you watch the show for just Sterek as Posey says, you are watching the show for the wrong reasons. It wasn't directed at the shippers.

No.  You can twist this into anything, but it’s simply not true.  There are no right or wrong reasons to watch a show.  Also, Posey’s statement was fueled by bitterness which automatically makes it suspect.  You think Posey cares about the lore?  He can’t get half of the fantasy elements right now, you think he actually cares about werewolf mythology?  Nope, he cares about the fact that people are watching a show with him in it and not for him. So even if he’s right, he’s still wrong. 

Also, shippers are viewers and they’re the ones he deemed not watching for the right reasons so OF COURSE the comment was aimed at them.  If not, then whom?  

His coming out joke was personally funny to me, and I don't see how it could actually hurt anyone. (Im an out Bisexual myself.)

Then my guess is your white and VERY closeted. 

Quite honestly, I do know him, far better than you do apparently.

Oh dear heart... you don’t. You know the part of yourself you see in him, sure, but that’s not the same thing.

he made a 3 part apology on Twitter after making the lamp joke. He saw that people didn't catch the joke and were getting offended, so he apologized.

No, he was told to apologize and only did it because he had to.  And that apology skated so far on the “I’m sorry you’re offended” line, I don’t even know if it was worth it. 

So yes, he did apologize after "hurting people." (I reiterate, if you get hurt by a lamp/sexuality joke, toughen up.)

Dictating the experiences and reactions of others based on nothing but your own limited view of the world?  Oh you are bright white and no one knows you’re bi.  I’m not even really going to touch to rest of that paragraph because that’s another post entirely on his own, but if you really think Posey is different, then you’re more sheltered than I thought.  He is the definition of typical, and that’s what makes him so sad.  

BWT needed to happen because Sterek was poisoning the fandom.

This is what I really want to talk about.  This idea that what Posey said was a response to mistreatment by stereks is WRONG WRONG WRONG.  Stereks poisoned the fandom?  Stereks BUILT THE TEEN WOLF FANDOM.  How many viewers do you know who saw OUR photosets, OUR fics, OUR gifsets, OUR drabbles, OUR meta and decided to watch the show?  Stereks literally brought them hundreds of thousands of new viewers and the show LOVED IT.

Y’all love to forget that the very first fanfic competition hosted by the show had a sterek fic as the winner.  You forget the endless articles that mentioned us from Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide, Backlot, Logo, The Advocate and so many more that brought more and more viewers into this show.  You forget the conversations between Greg Berlanti and Jeff Davis about how great Sterek was and how Greg was gonna steal it from Jeff (and god I wish he had).

You forget that RIGHT BEFORE poseygate, Stereks created the Sterek Campaign which raised over $7000 in Posey’s name.  That helped save actual wolves in California and purchased Posey a lifetime membership.  You forget the creation of Team Lionheart aka McHaleinski aka sour!skittles was a creation and effort of Stereks to show that even though we were stereks, we still love and respected Scott.  

And it was never enough.  Posey was feeling pressure from the network and losing control of his show so rather than fight tptb and risk losing his show, he decided to punch down.  He punched down, completely and shellshocked an entire base of shippers who were suddenly being told we were part of the problem.  We were told to leave and when we did, we still got blamed for everything else wrong with the show.  Posey never apologized and the show even gave us that award as a way to apologize without having to involve Posey, but as with anything messy, what goes around comes around and he couldn’t even do right for that.  Passing the trophy off not only to a fan, but to one of the most notorious SDCC anti Sterek fans out there. 

So while I understand that as a young bisexual you feel no one got hurt, I invite you to tell that to the thousands of people who did and the amount of people that STILL feel the effects of Poseygate and the shunning of the show.  Get out of your bubble and actually see this mess for what it is, or mind your business and shut up.  Either way, just do better.  

And encourage your boy to do the same.  

[ewutai]

Yuta, 32 and 23?

drabble game: 32. walking home late at night & 23. “I know you might not think so, but you look really good right now.” + song rec

If it goes, it comes| YUTA

Genre: royalty!au| the greatest thief!reader | 100% fluff

Pairing: Yuta / Reader

Word Count: 2 327 it’s longer than i wanted i am sorry!!!

A/N: Thank you so much I am B L E S S E D. I love writing with Yuta lmao guess why and I really hope you like it!!

It was obvious when someone fromthe Royal Family appeared in town. The scentof their skin was pretty much different from the plebeians around, you couldfeel it; their bodies emanated an aura you weren’t able to describe – and evenknew if there were words to tell how magnificent those people’s presence was.You wondered if they indeed felt empathy and sympathy by the commoners;considering they were so untouchable – and not very modest – you really doubtedthat the nobles could at least feel something.

You shrugged the thoughts away,sliding your hands in your pockets – inside the jacket you were wearing – and inyour bra, looking for any sort of equipment that could help you in yourmission. The important thing in the moment was concentration, as you had to accomplish your task and receive youresteemed prize. Earlier in the morning a note was delivered to you, a simplerequest written with the most perfect handwriting you had ever seen. Your eyesstared at the paper for a moment, while you read

Steal the Prince’s new crown; it’s on the ‘Masquerade Jewelry ’, in thecenter of the city. If you succeed, you get six hundred coins. Leave it in thedocks and soon you’ll have the money.

You smirked, asking yourself how someonecould be vigorously reckless like that. Anyhow, six hundred coins was a lot of money and could be pretty muchwelcomed. You pondered for some minutes, deciding if the pros and cons could bebalanced somehow; merchants knew you, and also knew you parents, which meantthat they’d never distrust on you. Adding to that, the Masquerade Jewelrybelonged to someone close to you – a long distant sibling, you’d define – and stealingthe Prince Nakamoto Yuta’s crown would be as easy as kiss a hand.

The endless search for a deviceended when you realized that you could simply use your hair clip to open theemporium’s back door. You took the black object of your hair, causing somestrands to fall down onto your forehead and the back of your neck. You blewthem away from your face, cleaning your vision and finally opening theentrance.

Your gaze moved from one side toanother, examining every single corner of the room. It’s easy to tell where thejeweler kept his works – and also where the most important pieces of hiscreations were. You smiled at their silliness, mostly at the Queen and King’s.Why, in all earth, would they order a crown right there; would ask to someone with doubtful security and extremelycheap budget to do such a delicate work?

And that’s when you got thepoint.

Loudly, your laugh echoed on theroom. You crossed your arms and began to put things together, like it was apuzzle. The handwriting was tooperfect to be just a gangster or a pirate who did, the place where they wanted you to be was a common ambient for bourgeoisor anyone else who wanted cheap bijou, and, of course, the amount of coins you’d receive was too generous to be from a simplethief. It was a test, after all.

You asked yourself if it was somenoble who tricked you, or even if it was you father investigating your actions.You snorted; whoever it was, they almost gotyou.

From all matters, you left theplace, calmly walking out and reaching the streets like nothing happened. Youreyes, although, noticed all sorts of movements – by your side, in front andbehind you – capturing every person’s face around. The smile on your facepermeated for a long time, the thought of getting caught and fooled made yourheart race; the percentage of adrenalin in your blood increasing at the sametime your will to unmask the person who sent you the note grew in your chest.

But suddenly you were cut off ofyour daydreams when your body clashed with someone else’s.

An arm embraced your waist,stopping you from falling. “Careful.”

You gazed the boy, his scent was unquestionable. “I apologize,your Majesty.”

“Are you all right?” He asked; his touchleaving your body.

“Yes, of course.” You kindlysmiled.

And then you waited. You waitedfor an order, for him to allow you to leave; though he didn’t. You blinkedrepetitively in a vain attempt to clean your vision and be sure you weren’t hallucinating. Actually, you werecompletely sane.

His gaze was extremely deep andyou could tell he was reading you, maybe even disturbing your worst fears. Youshook your head, glaring the surroundings, looking at the people in the fairsaround – and definitely trying to ignore the royal presence in front of you. Asmall cough echoed in your ears, bringing your gaze back to the boy’s eyes. Hedidn’t say anything, but his bodyguard did.

The man held the sword-hilt. “Iguess she is the one, your Majesty.”

You chocked. “What do you mean,sir?”

“He means you’re a thief.” Theboy said.

Internally you were laughing,your muscles contracting violently while you held the will to giggle.Externally, although, you put a startled expression on your face; you showedthem how upset you were to be called a thief. The Prince gently held your hand,as an apology for his unkind words.

It’s not that you really wantedto be a thief; it’s more like a rebel phase of your life. Your parents keptsaying how much they were happy with their money and how good it was to be nearly a noble. You, on the other hand,felt disgusted by those comments, only wondering what would happened with thepoorest part of the reign, where people didn’t have the money to buy even asmall bread. And that’s when you started stealing.

You’d go for small things atfirst, like rings or earrings, and then exchange them for gold bars in otherdistrict of the kingdom – where no one were aware of what has been stolen inother cities. When you had the gold, you’d go at banks and change them tocoins, so you could finally help the humblest people.

And six hundred coins were theequivalent of stealing an entire collection of silver tableware.

“We didn’t mean to offend you.”The Prince’s voice called you back to reality; the smile he sent you killingyou inside.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Ididn’t feel offended, Prince Yuta.”

“I also apologize, milady.” Thebodyguard said, his voice tone showing sincerity.

You nodded your head. They weredistracted by the small conversation and that was the moment when you got thechance to not leave with empty hands. A long time ago, in one of the villas youvisited, you heard a story about the Prince Yuta’s golden bracelet. It was wortha million coins, and it could make anyone rich enough to leave the realm and become a noble in any other regality.You smirked, your perception too great to be true.

All you needed was a biggerdistraction.

“Oh, wait a minute.” You said; yourvoice velvety and addicting. Both of the personas in front of you held theirgaze on your figure. “You mean you thought I was the girl who ran away fromthat jewelry?” You released your wrists from Yuta’s hold, then pointing out toMasquerade.

Instinctively, the bodyguard ran.He knew what he had to do: catch the thief. The Prince, however, remained byyour side, only watching his subordinate disappears into the crowd. You tiltedyour head, contemplating which the best manner to steal the aimed object was;with a better vision of where the bracelet was, you became sure it’d be easierthan expected. The jewel had a simple tie holding it together and securing itonto Yuta’s wrists.

Nevertheless, there’s always a but. The Prince Nakamoto Yuta wasinvincible; he knew all types of martial arts and could effortlessly defeat agirl like you. And, on top of all that, no one should know you were the oneabducting people’s belongings.

It should be smooth and graceful,so he wouldn’t perceive something was missing – not so soon.

You sighed. “If you excuse me,Prince.” You slightly tilted your head, mentioning you’d leave.

“Ah, wait!” He held your arm –exactly what you wanted. “Can’t you wait until my bodyguard is back?”

“I thought you were a warrior, Prince.” You voice tone was accusative,but you required his attention. When he had eyes on you, it’s time to act.

You softly positioned your handon top of his hand joint, and then gradually squeezed it; like this, Yuta wouldnot feel when the bracelet was no longer with him. You pulled it, making sureyour hands replaced the pressure the golden bracelet exercised. When your touchleft his body and you had the jewel on your palm, it was time to go – it’d nottake too long to realize that it was just a trick and Prince Yuta had beenstole.

You grinned. “I am joking. But unfortunatelyI have to go.” You turned on your heels, suddenly vanishing of his eyesight.

Yuta’s pace was controlled; thespeed of his steps was so regular that it looked like he was calculating it. Hesighed, blaming himself for being assaulted. Even if it’d been weeks, he’d walkaround the palace’s garden asking how he could let his viewpoint ignored justbecause the girl in front of him was… deadly beautiful.

He yelled, angry with hismisperception.

And you heard when you cautiouslyclimbed the palace’s walls. You were overwhelmed by these noble’s confidence,they weren’t afraid of anything and anyone but what they didn’t seemed to know,though, was that the borders isolating the castle from the center of the citywas, to define in some words, completely unsafe and indisputably week. If you,someone whom doesn’t even have a clue of how to place a hand and a foot whileclimbing, could make it then anyone – a grand thief, you’d say – can accomplishit, easily.

You had pants on, and they gotscratched by the spikes on the wall. Also, to say the least, you found amusinghow you could transform yourself from presentable to total disaster. Yousighed, soon being brought back to reality when you spotted the Prince walking,alone, in the garden.

With fast steps, and trying tocontain the noises of your feet, you reached Yuta and put a hand on his mouth.His reaction, thought, was as fast as your attitude, and he grabbed your wrist,twisted your arm, obligating you to be on your knees. You held the scream onyour throat, swallowing all the pain.

“Was it all needed?” You managedto say and Yuta laughed.

He let go of you. “You are completelyreckless. I am calling the–”

“You are not calling the guards.”You put a finger on his face and – you were surprised – he smiled.

“It’s pretty brave, I have toadmit.” Yuta shrugged his shoulders. “But, sweetheart,it’s my territory.”

You smirked. “The street alsowas, and you got fooled still.”

He scoffed. “Smartass.”

“Anyway, I came to give it back.”You handed him a small jewel; a golden bracelet.

“Why?” He asked, not believing inyou.

You tilted your head. “It meanssomething to you, doesn’t it?”

He didn’t answer. Prince NakamotoYuta wasn’t a true blood son; his mother was a servant and his father was theKing. He was nothing but a bastard, but few people knew. You were one of thembecause you had ears everywhere, as you were a bandit anyway. The Queen allowedhim to stay just because she couldn’t develop a healthy pregnancy, sent thetraitor servant to another kingdom and then sort of ‘adopted’ Yuta as her son.

She didn’t hate him, it wascrystal clear, but she also didn’t love him like a child of her own. His realmother gave him the bracelet, and you felt you heart breaking into piecesbecause you stole from him more than an object, a memory.

“I am sorry.” You said; you voicesounded like a whisper. You cleaned the part of your pants that touched the ground,taking the dust away, and started walking to the colossal tower you’d have toclimb again.

But a hand on your shoulder heldyou back. “Stay, just for a minute.” Yuta politely asked and you couldn’t sayno.

You never imagined you’d bewalking a prince home, especiallyYuta. Obviously, you heard the stories about his temper and how rude he waswith people out of his league but it felt unreal.He was kind with you and explained why he became a prince, even against hiswill, when he could visit his real mother and how the other servants treatedhim like a god. You, too, felt like sharing some parts of your own story.

The reason behind your attitudesseemed futile for you, because you were just imitating Robin Hood and trying todo the difference, but Yuta kept smiling at your words, complimenting your actsnotwithstanding if was against the laws.

“I’ve got something to say.” Hesaid.

“Say it, your Majesty.” Youmocked him.

Instead of feeling peeved, Yutasmiled. “It looks like I’ve known you my entire life.”

“Well” you sighed “I have acommon personality, I guess.”

He laughed. “No, I don’t thinkyou do.”

“Well, maybe a common fa–” youshook your head. “No, let’s not talk about looks today. I am a disaster, yourMajesty, so I apologize.” You bowed, joking with Yuta’s position (of a veryimportant persona).

“I know you might not think so,but you look really good right now.” He smiled. “Even with the dust in yourcheeks.”

And you didn’t know whatsurprised you the most: his words, his deadly smile or the odd sentiment that youtwo would share lots of stories together.

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Matchup Request

Hi! May I have a ship for Game of Thrones, lovely? If you’re not okay with that, Black Butler is fine too. Im a 5'2" bisexual girl (male preference) with a wild, honey tipped afro and curvacious figure who rarely wears pants. I love vintage dresses, green tea, napping for 18 hours a day, astrology, biology, anatomy, reading, history, and writing short stories. I dislike outside, crowds, and have an unhealthy hatred for celery. My foremost talent is my hard work ethic. I get so wrapped up in my passions that I often forget to eat in favor of continuation, though, which has made me fairly frail. Im also talented at communicating with people. Im on the Debate team and adore Model UN. Politics and law are so intriguing! I love food, too. Cooking/baking is always fun. Im constantly bringing my SO brownies and cakes. When I remember to eat, I pig out.

Personality wise, I’m friendly and intelligent. My mom left when I was young and I had to pick up the slack. This caused me to mature quickly. Unfortunately, I’m also afraid of being abandoned again and have problems with self worth. If the person put on this earth to love me didn’t, who could? I push myself to perfectionism in turn. I want to validate my existence. When I fail, which is inevitable, I punish myself way too harshly to the point of suicidal tendencies.

In romantic relationships, Im the clingy sort. I try to spend time with my SO whenever feasible and shower them with gifts and attention. Im also a fan of PDA. Im always touching them to some regard and adore cuddles and kisses. I even sleep with my current BF’s T-shirt while he’s on the phone . Im pathetic in this regard. Im also direct and open. I couldnt be with someone who can’t communicate. I have a high sex drive which surprises everyone.

Currently I’m an 18 year old university honors student majoring in Nursing. I intend on becoming a Forensic Nurse Practitioner. Justice is important to me, but I also want to save lives; lives that can go forth to change the world in more ways than I think possible. I intend on publishing a few books until then (I already have essays published!). I also dream of someday seeing my mother again, and showing her how successful the child she abandoned has become. I’ll work my damndest.

That’s about all! Im sorry about how much I wrote. I figure the more, the better. Id also like to return the favor to you! Would you like a matchup? You’re doing such a great job here, and I’d like to treat you. I could also try my hand at an imagine or drabble. Thank you in advance, darling, and have a wonderous day! You deserve it.

I know exactly who to match you with! Oh yeah, the more I get the better and more detailed your matchup will be! Oh wow, my goodness thank you so very much! If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love a matchup - it’d be nice to receive one [not that I’m complaining, I love writing matchups!] Shall I DM you? You’re so very welcome, and thank you once again. I hope you enjoy your matchup.

Robb Stark

- I think one of your most admirable traits in Robb’s eyes is just how hard you work. Your skills in debating, holding your own against others’ viewpoints and your communication skills would make you a valuable asset to Robb’s small council team, and he invites you along to each meeting. He greatly values everything you have to say and often takes any advice you have with more weight than he does other peoples’. Not because he favours you in that sense, but because he trusts you implicitly. Funnily enough, your advice often works fabulously. He would take it upon himself to instruct one or two of his men to bring you green tea and food every two to three hours - something small, but substantial and eough to keep you ticking over. If you don’t eat it, fair enough, you chose not to. But he’d definitely remind you often to take care of yourself and eat. Your love of reading and history greatly amuses him and he sometimes calls for people to bring you new parchments, and quills to write with. He gets you books from Winterfell’s library and lets you read them as and when you want, at your leisure. When you pig out, he brings you a ton of food that he’s ‘stolen’ from the kitchens and simply watches you, concerned by hoe you forget but happy that you’re eating. Robb’s also known for stealing any celery or other hated foods off your plate - to ‘rescue’ you from that which you dislike.

- Robb would listen to your story about your mum with a stony face. He’s non-judgemental and very understanding. He’d tell you that he has no desire to abandon you and that to do so would be an injustice to the both of you. He admires your intellect and is one of your greatest supporters in everything you set out to do. He would always, always tell you that failure is only failure if you refuse to get back up and try again - you haven’t failed because you still tried, you still did whatever it is that you set out to do. These words would be accompanied by Dire Wolf cuddles and a lot of love. Robb is very loyal, loyal to a fault, so through time he would hope that you come to be secure in your relationship with him. He’d be patient and caring the whole time and wouldn’t take anything out of you, even when his strategies aren’t playing out on the battlefield. Robb’s the eldest of many siblings so he’s almost a natural at comforting you now, and he does it without asking or thinking... He sees you’re anxious, worried or scared and he’s there with open arms and listening ears.

- Robb isn’t clingy, as such, but he does appreciate the unwavering presence of his s/o, especially when they make the effort to be with him as often as they can be. He would acccept each gift with an affectionate smile and a hug. If you’re into the NSFW side of things, then he’d show his appreciation that way, too. He doesn’t get much free time from planning a war, so every second he can grab with you is highly valued, appreciated and certainly not wasted. PDA is definitely something that he enjoys, though his kisses are really heated in private. When he’s away and you’re sleeping in one of his shirts, he comes back with a grin and an almost possessive wave comes over him, though he pushes it to the side because you’re sleeping and he’s loathe to wake you. Again, there is room for NSFW stuff here if you’re into that. Robb is quite straightforward in what he says - if he doesn’t like something, he’ll tell you. If he does, he’ll tell you. He doesn’t play games - just open and honest. 

- He completely admires, respects and trusts you. He wants to see you succeed and he’ll succeed alongside you. He’s always so proud of you and he tells you this without hesitation. Your relationship would be filled with love, hugs, cuddles, kisses, PDA, quiet and candid conversations that bleed into the early hours of the morning. He showers you with gifts, tea, food, affection and books. If we’re to translate your Nursing degree into Westeros terms, you’d likely be training to be a Maester, a very rewarding but arduous career. On the days that your dreams become truth - he’s right beside you, teary-eyed with pride.

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@kayah16 first of all, holy shit... i’m legit... wanting to cry rn. secondly, you, woman.. you can build these extensive and deep and well thought out worlds in your mind and I just.. I could never. I am always stopping what I’m doing to read what you and @queenreignsempire have going on the dash because I love it. I’m drawn into the whole world as a reader. 

@rampagewriting I love how you take canon and you own that bitch. You really do, okay? And anyone who says otherwise can honestly get yeeted. I truly enjoy reading everything you put out, even if I haven’t seen it before. You’ve dragged me kicking and screaming and protesting into at least two fandoms now and its’ because of your writing I’m truly excited to actually sit down and try watching these shows ( Game of Thrones and Stranger things ) 

@heelsamizayn / sassbei, you have hands down one of the best interpretations and viewpoints of Sami Zayn I have ever read in my entire life. And I love how you can write something really fluffy and whoo... when it gets dirty, it gets dirty. And it’s not jarring or anything, it always feels so natural. I love the way your characters always have this sass to them, it never fails to make me smile and laugh.

@hardcorewwetrash ahhh.. you have made me see a different side of quite a few people. The one right off the top of my head that’s most recent is Bo Dallas. There’s just something about the way you write the characters you love that make me really invested.

@cowboysht I love the way you capture emotional states so perfectly. And you make me feel what your characters are feeling, whether it be happiness, sadness or horniness to the nth degree. I also have to say this because I don’t think you hear it enough, your smut = goals. GOALS. 

@robwiethoff First of all, you have some of the best characters in your stories. And you have managed to make me fall deeper in love with our favorite petty cowboy and honestly I wasn’t sure it was possible. I absolutely love the fics I’ve read by you and I just feel like you have this way about describing people and settings that make me feel as if I’m really there. Just.. I love it. I love being able to close my eyes and imagine what’s going on.

@vonschweetz I didn’t think I could possibly love Mox any more than I already did.. But I was wrong. Because then I saw one of your drabbles connected to an edit and there’s something about the way you write him that just.. It’s moving. And I love it. I love that you show sides of characters that other people don’t generally showcase a whole lot, it fills me with joy. You’ve actually made me come to a point where I’d honestly rather ship the characters you come up with with whoever they’re involved with than anyone else and this is hard because I am not a shipper by any stretch of the words. 

@the-writing-kitty I love all the ideas that come out of you. You’ve actually gotten me back into enjoying darker fic again. And I absolutely adore Ava, your oc. I really enjoy reading your stories about Kane and Baron, I feel like each new thing you write with those two just utterly wrecks me.

@xwicker-manx And your kane fic Speak. Ugh. I was.. beyond moved. And in several parts, I was holding my breath, because ya know, for a few parts there, I was kind of not sure what was going to happen. But I loved every second. I need to catch up reading everything you’ve written and I swear I am going to just sit down and re immerse myself in Speak all over again.

@writtingrose​ Beautiful to me defintely resonated with me. Because I could feel every single struggle your oc went through. I lived it with them. I think this has been one of few plus size readers that I have definitely come away from feeling like “holy shit, I’ve said / felt / thought that” at some point during the brief time it lasted. I could literally go on forever about that one story, but I’ve been reading them all and they’re all that good and I am just... In awe?

@xladyxfatex​ Oh my god, I am... absolutely in love with this latest fic you’ve put out. And you have this way with words and conversations that actually hooks me in. I loved the whole set up of the scene you proposed in the fic you posted earlier. And dirty.. Jesus. I needed an ice bath. 

@adamcolesteeth​ You have this way of making me laugh and smile and I utterly adore it. And you have a very valid point, sex isn’t the same without a few laughs to be had. I think that while I love everything I’ve read that you’ve put out, my favorite thing to read was the Adam Cole and Tool song comparison because holy shit, it was deep and it was also something I’d only toyed with but couldn’t verbalize myself.. You said it all so well. And it was spot on. I found myself actually getting into the character a little bit more because of the thoughts you put out there in that piece of writing. As far as fanfiction, I honestly have a huge soft spot for the christmas smut entry you wrote with Luchasaurus because it was gentle and loving and natural and I love that they were so comfortable with each other and it was too freakin cute to watch Lucha trudge the depths of the forest to fell a tree for his love. 

@schizoauthoress​ Okay, can we just talk about your Edge pieces because jfc.. I love them. I love them so much. They were something I didn’t know I needed til I found them. And after talking to you, I just.. It’s been a blast. You’re so creative and witty and it really shows in your writing. I really can’t wait to see what else you put out in the future because I am hooked.

@markostuntthesehoes​ Crystal, you don’t realize just how much you were responsible for me completely falling head over heels in love with Kevin. I just.. I found something you wrote for him and it was so him and yet, somehow a side of him that I hadn’t been finding in many fics at the time and I was freakin hooked. I love your fluffy little drabbles. And you have all these sweet and intimate little gestures sprinkled through out the stories I’ve seen that really make them feel real.

S/N... I am so sorry to everyone that I haven’t been reading / commenting as much as I usually do but lately, I’ve been kind of writing a lot more. But I will be sitting down and reading everything and catching up asap, I promise.

Writing Game.... So here on tumblr it's a lot of writers. So if you a reader... Or even if you a writer. Tag your favorite writers and let them know why they your fave writers. If you a writer and you ya own fave writer let yourself know why you your own fave writer.... And go 😁😁😁😁😄