#827 spoilers

[rzdhc]

YO WHAT

this arc's finally getting good

the song numbers in this one was always good tho

[mrmeowski]

Hello~ I just read ur work "Can I" and aughhhh im falling in love with my biases more XD If it alright, could i make 2 requests and you can choose either one or both of em? the characters are fr dan heng, aventurine, dr ratio, jiaoqiu, jing yuan and ae!sunday 1. Them with a s/o who is sensitive to the cold but they refuse to complain to him thinking it may bother them. like how'd they

2. Them with a s/o who wants to exchange bites of food or sweets with them (they have one food and the boi has another that they wanna try basically so they askin fr a nibble). Tempted to see the fluffy behaviours or maybe teasing ones whichever u assume And just in case, I apologise if its too much wrk XP

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˚✧𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞✧˚

Synopsis: You’ve always caught colds quicker than others, and even when you’re uncomfortable, you struggle to speak up, prioritizing others over yourself. But what happens when you meet someone who makes your well-being theirt utmost priority?

CW: Coughing blood [Jing Yuan], injured soldiers [Jiaoqiu], slight character backstory spoilers [Aventurine, Jiaoqiu], slight suggestive

A/N: Hey Anon!! I'm really glad you liked my work and I'll be making both of your requests becuase they look sooo fun to make☺️ And since I'm dried up of HSR ideas

Word Count: 6.5k

Characters: 🧡༻✧ Aventurine [1.4k] 💜༻✧ Dan Heng [872] 🧡༻✧ Dr. Ratio [827] 💜༻✧ Jiaoqiu [985] 🧡༻✧ Jing Yuan [1.1k] 💜༻✧ Sunday [1.4k]

⋇⊰AVENTURINE⊱⋇

Sigonia-IV was a harsh world, its sun scorching during the day and its nights plunging into a cold that felt as though it could freeze your very bones. The people here learned to adapt, to survive under the relentless heat by day and the bitter chill by night.

But for you, the balance was difficult, especially during the cold nights when your body felt as if it were being shredded by the freezing temperatures. You could barely get any sleep, constantly waking in discomfort, wrapped in whatever rags you could find to keep yourself warm.

Your friend, Kakavasha was always the one to notice when you’d start wearing down, never letting you hide it for too long.

"Man, [Name]... you look awful." He pinched your cheek one morning as you rubbed your eyes, groaning as you tried to shake off the exhaustion.

"Shut up," you hissed, swatting his hand away.

You rolled your eyes, feeling the weight of the bags under them. You'd been running on fumes for days, the sleepless nights piling up on you.

His laughter following you as you walked through the dusty streets.

“You know, [Name]... we should skip the labor for the day. Your birthday’s coming up, riiight?”

You yawned and rubbed your eyes again, trying to ignore how tired you really were.

“...You know we can’t,” you muttered, not bothering to look at him.

You knew how it would go. The labor was constant here. There was no such thing as a break unless you could afford it—and you couldn’t. Not on Sigonia-IV.

"Augh, come on, look at you!" He nudged your shoulder with his elbow, forcing you to look at him. His grin was cheeky, a playful glint in his eyes. "You look like a corpse! Just.. one day. I know a spot!"

His persistence made you sigh in defeat. You’d been too exhausted to argue, and deep down, you knew he wasn’t going to let you say no.

“Fine,” you said, giving in with a resigned shrug. "But only this time." His eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could brace yourself, he’d grabbed your arm, pulling you along as he charged forward.

“Wait—” you stammered, struggling to match his pace as you stumbled over the uneven ground, nearly tripping on rocks and loose debris. “V-Vasha, hold up!” But he either didn’t hear you or chose to ignore your plea, his laughter ringing out as he weaved through the sparse crowd.

Soon, the noise and remnants of the town faded, and you found yourself surrounded by open, barren land. The sun blazed overhead, intense enough that you had to pull your hood up to shield yourself from its harsh rays, but heseemed unfazed by the heat, charging ahead with an energy that felt endless.

“Are we close?” You panted, but he only grinned, slowing down just enough to keep the mystery alive.

You trailed him along a path winding up the side of a rocky slope. The terrain was uneven but soon you found yourself climbing higher until the view stretched out into something unexpected.

You were speechless, mouth slightly open as you gazed at the sight before you.

The endless expanse of desert and mountains glowed under the skies painted in a deep hues of red, purple, and a soft, golden orange that radiated from the sun. Feathery clouds streaked across the sky in hues of crimson and violet, blending into an almost surreal canvas.

"It's… beautiful," you whispered, transfixed by the stunning view, your eyes locked on the horizon.

“I know.” He murmured softly, but his gaze wasn’t on the horizon—it was on you, taking in the awe in your expression, the way your eyes reflected the colors of the sky. “It’s truly beautiful... Come on, no time for sightseeing! We're still not there," He called out, his hand suddenly grasping yours, giving it a gentle tug to bring you closer.

“Wait… this isn’t the spot?”

“It’s... a part of it, but the real gem is just ahead." He moved ahead, his hand still holding yours as he led you toward a cave entrance, hidden behind a curtain of beads.

The beads shimmered in the dying light of the day, the sound of them clinking lightly against one another as he pushed them aside, revealing the interior of the cave.

You gasped, stepping inside. The walls were lined with old trinkets—fragments of forgotten times, relics from some long-past era.

The flickering remnants of a campfire sat cold in the center, and around it were pillows and blankets, their fabric faded and worn.

“Do you like it?” His voice carrying a hint of nervousness as he watched you take in the small cave.

“Yes! So, you found all of this?” You reached out, tracing a finger over one of the metal pieces scattered about, fascinated by each strange object.

He grinned, looking pleased.

“Yeah! There are tons of these out here, though I couldn’t tell you where half of them came from,” he laughed, watching you examine one in particular with intrigue. Recognizing it, he moved closer. “Wait—give me that one for a second. I wanna show you something cool.”

From the on, the two of you spent hours talking, laughing, and experimenting with each trinket. But eventually, the light began to fade.

The sky outside the cave transformed into rich shades of red and purple as the sun dipped low, casting shadows across the cave walls. You blinked, realizing how late it had gotten.

“The sun’s going down…” you murmured, a hint of worry creeping into your voice. “I-I don’t think we’ll be able to get back in time.” He only gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

“That’s fine,” he said, squatting down to gather some rocks. “I’ve spent the night here plenty of times. I’ll get a fire going. We’ll be warm.” You tried to smile, but the idea of spending a night in this cold made you tense.

For him, it might be comfortable enough, but for you…

The fire crackled softly, you asked him about his favorite piece, his eyes lighting up as he shared the memories.

Eventually, as the sun dimmed and the stories faded, the chill in the air grew sharper, but you tried not to let it show. You faked a smile as he settled down across from you, rolling onto his side with a yawn.

"Goodnight, [Name]..." he murmured, half-asleep already.

“Goodnight, Vasha,” you replied, burrowing into your thin blanket and tucking your legs into your hoodie.

As soon as his eyes were closed, your smile faded. You could feel the cold seeping into your bones, making you shiver despite your best efforts.

No matter how tightly you wrapped yourself, the fire offered little relief, and your fingers and toes started to go numb. Glancing over, you noticed that even he seemed affected; he shifted occasionally, his face scrunched up as he tried to stay warm in his sleep.

A thought flickered through your mind—perhaps you could just inch closer to him, share a little warmth. But then again, he was sound asleep now, his chest rising and falling steadily. You didn’t want to disturb him.

Instead, you pulled off your own thin blanket and quietly moved over to him, draping it around his shoulders. For a moment, you watched as he unconsciously snuggled into the extra warmth, a slight smile softening. You hoped it would help him rest a little better.

With your blanket now gone, you returned to the fire, trying to warm your hands over the low flames.

The chill was so intense that your entire body trembled, and you pulled your legs tighter to your chest. It was then that you heard a low, sleepy voice break the silence.

"[Name]...?" His voice heavy with sleep. "You're still awake?"

You froze, trying not to let on how miserable you felt. His gaze narrowing as he took in your shivering form. He noticed then, your thin blanket draped over him instead of you, and his expression shifted from confusion to concern.

He sat up slowly, his gaze lingering on your hunched figure for a moment before he crawled toward you without saying a word. He closed the distance, his brows furrowed.

Without warning, he pressed his side against yours, wrapping one of the blankets around both of you. You felt the warmth of his body as he pulled you close, his arm sliding around your shoulders to hold you firmly against him.

"Why didn’t you say anything, huh?" He murmured,

"I… I didn’t want to wake you," you admitted, cheeks flushing at his closeness.

He huffed softly, almost amused, as if the very idea was ridiculous.

"I’d rather be woken up than see you trying to freeze yourself like this. Giving up your only blanket like a self-sacrificing hero..." he teased, nudging his head on the crook of your neck.

"Guess you’re lucky I’m here to take over that role."

⋇⊰DAN HENG⊱⋇

Man, it sure is chilly here. You despised the cold—it crept into your bones, made your fingers stiff and your thoughts sluggish. Yet, somehow, you found yourself sitting in Dan Heng’s room, enduring what felt like the iciest atmosphere on the Astral Express.

How did this happen? Well, you had volunteered to help him with his research on a particular planet and its people. It had seemed like a good idea at the time—spending time with him, delving into his meticulous work, maybe even impressing him a little with your insights.

But you hadn’t considered one key detail: He liked his room cold, arctic even. And now, with the cooler set to its lowest possible temperature, you were fighting the urge to shiver.

You glanced at him, sitting calmly at his desk, completely unaffected by the temperature. He had always been composed, almost detached in his demeanor.

Asking him to turn down the cooler felt... intrusive, like you’d be disrupting his sense of balance. This was his space, after all, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable in his own room.

“Hey, [Name], take a look at this." His calm voice pulled you from your thoughts.

He turned slightly, his teal gaze meeting yours, the faint glow of his device reflecting in his eyes. You pushed yourself up from where you were sitting.

Every step was a fight to suppress the shiver running through your body, your fingers numb despite being stuffed in your pockets.

“What is it?” Keeping your voice steady as you moved closer to him.

He gestured toward the display, a map of a distant planet spinning in holographic detail. “This planet—Denvalis-IV—caught my attention. Its climate is… unique.”

You leaned in to get a better look, but instead of focusing, your mind was drawn to the faint warmth radiating from his form. It was subtle, like a beacon against the icy atmosphere of his room.

For a moment, you let yourself indulge, thinking maybe, just maybe, you could edge a little closer without him noticing—

“[Name], are you even listening?”

The sharp question jolted you from your reverie, your eyes darting back to the screen.

“O-Of course!” You said quickly, trying to play it cool.

He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced, but he didn’t push.

“Hmph...” He turned his attention back to the screen. “What did you learn of this place?"

"Let me show you.” With a few tap, images of its habbitants displayed on the screen. "The inhabitants—look at them." You pointly but the moment you relieazed your hand was shaking you instantly put it down. "They’re… incredible."

The projection showed a group of Denvalis-IV's residents—tall, sinewy figures with thick, layered exoskeletons that shimmered faintly, almost like armor.

"Despite the violent storms, extreme temperatures further amplified by the Stellaron, they've been able to adapt," you continued. "And it’s not just physical. Look at these structures—they’ve developed entire cities that are mobile, designed to migrate with the weather patterns."

“It’s fascinating,” he murmured, leaning closer to study the images. “They’ve managed to build entire civilizations in this planet... even after the Stellaron erupted." His gaze flicked to you, something unreadable in his expression. “You’re knowledgeable,” he said, his voice soft. “And you’re also…”

You froze, sensing his next words before he spoke them.

“…cold.”

He then raised his hand, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. The warmth of his touch made you involuntarily lean toward him, seeking it like a moth to a flame.

His warmth was comforting, but it also amplified how much the freezing temperature of the room had bitten into you. Eyes softened slightly as he observed you.

“Your cheeks are puff..." He glance down, noticing your tembling hands, "and you’re shivering.” His lips pressed into a thin line, and with a sigh, he turned away to adjust the cooler.

The hum of the air system shifted, and the temperature in the room began to rise.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked, his back still to you.

You tried to shrug it off, shoving your hands into your pockets to conceal their shaking.

“You’re… quite observant.”

He turned back to you, his gaze piercing yet patient.

“Deflecting the question won’t help you," he said, his tone soft but firm.

You hesitated but finally, you admitted, "Well, I just… I-It’s your room. I didn’t want to bother you. I figured you like the cold, so—”

“So, you prioritize others’ comfort above your own?” He interrupted, stepping closer.

The sudden proximity made your breath hitch. He was so close now, his quiet intensity pulling all your focus. His warm breath brushed against your chilled skin, and for a moment, all you could do was stare.

He tilted his head slightly, observing you as though trying to read the thoughts you weren’t voicing. “Hmm...” he murmured, his voice lower now, almost teasing.

His arm moved, slow but deliberate, slipping around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your pulse quickened as the heat of his body cut through the lingering chill in the room.

His expression remained composed, but the faint blush dusting his pale cheeks didn’t escape your notice.

“...I do enjoy being this close to you. You wouldn't mind, would you?"

⋇⊰DR. RATIO⊱⋇

The library was your sanctuary, a place where the air hummed softly with silence, inviting you to dive into your work. Today, it beckoned like a far-off paradise, you'd love to go there if the winter wind isn't creeping through the walls, chilling you to the bone.

Bundled up in your thickest jacket, you made a quick hot cocoa in the small kitchenette, hoping it’d warm you just enough to keep working. Your dormmate, Ratio Veritas, was engrossed in a dense-looking tome, his gaze fixed in a way that made him look almost statuesque, detached from the cold entirely.

You sighed, slipping back into your room, hoping to hide your shivering mess from him. You knew he disliked interruptions, and you didn’t want to hear him complain about you 'ruining his concentration' with your uncontrollable shivers.

You sat at your desk, fingers trembling as you flipped open your books, each word on the page starting to blur. But you refused to tell him and do something that can help.

It's no use anyway, he'd only huff, make some pointed comment about your lack of preparation, or worse, pretend to ignore you altogether. Besides, you didn’t want to burden him, especially when he was absorbed in his work.

Time passed, or so it felt. Your focus drifted, every fiber of your being caught in an cold-induced fatigue. You thought about getting up, maybe crawling under the covers of your bed, but as you pushed yourself to stand, the world swirled and faded into black.

When your eyes opened, you realized you were no longer at your room but on someone’s lap. Warmth wrapped around you, unfamiliar and yet... oddly comforting.

A gentle hand brushed through your hair, moving rhythmically, soothing you back to wakefulness. Blinking, you looked up, eyes trailing from a complicated book cover down to his familiar profile

“Veritas...?” You murmured, still disoriented.

He glanced down, face as unamused as always.

“Ah. You’re finally awake.” His voice held its usual cold tone, but his hand didn’t stop its careful stroking through your hair.

It felt far gentler than his gaze would ever imply.

“W-What happened?” Stammering, trying to shift, but he placed a hand on your shoulder to keep you still.

“You passed out,” he replied, his voice a low mutter as he went back to his book.

Your eyes widened. You... passed out? Now that he mentioned it, you could feel a faint throbbing in your head and a dull ache in your abdomen from the fall. Heat crept into your cheeks, embarrassed and unsure.

You hadn’t meant to make a scene, and you hadn’t meant for him to get involved.

“I’m… I-I’m sorry." The words rolled out your tounge before you even realized it.

He raised a brow, tilting his book slightly to inspect you as though you were an anomaly in need of explanation.

“Has the fall scrambled your brain?” He asked, his tone dry, even a bit amused. “What could you possibly be sorry for?” He closed his book completely, leaning in a bit, scrutinizing you with a detached but focused intensity. “Hmm... perhaps there’s an internal bleeding and affected your speech?” He mused.

Your cheeks flushed as you averted your gaze.

“No, no… It’s just… you were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you, so—”

“So, you chose to hide that your suffering?” He chuckled, a sound both mocking and strangely warm. “I would never undermine the value of academic focus, but you’ve taken it to the extreme. This involves you life, not just a mere distraction.” Leaning back, he reopened his book, though his eyes lingered on you, assessing. “In any case, I can study while you… stay here,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“What?” You shifted slightly, instinctively finding a more comfortable position, only to feel the firmness of his thigh tense under your head.

His fingers paused, but only for a moment, before he resumed the gentle circles on your scalp, thumb tracing patterns.

“I said, get some rest,” he replied, a slight edge in his voice, though the warmth in his touch betrayed any irritation.

For a man with such cutting words and an aloof demeanor, his touch was remarkably gentle, grounding you in a way that no words ever could explain.

Minutes passed in silence, the stillness of the room broken only by the faint rustle of the pages. Then, almost reluctantly, he bit back his pride and spoke, his voice softer, quieter.

“Hey... [Name],” he murmured, feeling you hum in response, shifting slightly in his lap. A shiver ran through him, though he quickly masked it.

Hidden behind his book, his cheeks flushed red, and he brought the book up to his face, hoping it concealed his expression.

“If... if you ever need anything or… if you want help with something,” he continued, voice barely a whisper. He swallowed, speaking through his own restraint. “Just… tell me, alright?”

⋇⊰JIAOQIU⊱⋇

You looked up at the artificial skies of Xianzhou Yaoqing, watching as what could only be described as raindrops fell from the simulated heavens. Though the rain was artificial, the chill it carried was all too real.

You shivered as the cold breeze brushed against your skin, and instinctively, you pulled your coat tighter, wishing it would do more to ward off the biting wind. The camp had just won a major battle, but the aftermath was far from over. The injured were many, and every hand was needed.

You couldn’t afford to slack off now, not when the medics were busy patching up soldiers and treating the wounded. The chill in the air was nothing compared to the urgency of the situation.

You swallowed your discomfort and turned toward the tents where the injured were being treated, your footsteps quickening as you walked deeper into the makeshift infirmary.

And then, you saw him—Jiaoqiu, focused as always, sitting beside a bed where a man lay, his hands deftly bandaging the soldier’s wounds.

The moment he heard your footsteps, his ears twitched, and he looked up, flashing you that signature, bright smile. His tail wagged, the motion almost too endearing.

"[Name]!" His voice was cheery, but there was a slight hesitation in it as his eyes lingered on your flushed cheeks. "You’re looking a little… flushed. Are you alright?"

You quickly masked your discomfort with a smile, trying to sound nonchalant despite the cold creeping into your bones. No, you couldn’t tell him. Not now, not when everyone needed all the help they could get.

"I'm fine," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. "Just.. a little tired. I-I’ll get going—there are still a lot of hands needed." You flashed him a quick smile, trying to appear unaffected. "See you later during your break."

With that, you hastily walked away, eager to get to work. What you didn’t notice was the way his eyes followed you.

Your movements had become sluggish as the day wore on. Your fingers were a bit stiff, the chill in your bones seeping into every part of your body, and you found yourself sniffling more than you cared to admit.

No, you couldn't—You couldn't let the Foxian or anyone see you like this. You were the one who was supposed to take care of the injured, not the other way around! You couldn't afford to show weakness.

"Dr. [Name]...?" A voice interrupted your thoughts. You blinked, looking down at the soldier in front of you. His face was pale, his breath shallow. "A-Are you alright?"

"Yes, of course," you answered too quickly, trying to brush off the unease you felt creeping up on you.

In reality, it was hard to focus on your work when you felt like your body was betraying you. Before you could go back to your task, you heard that voice again. It was familiar, and now, it sent a shiver down your spine—not from the cold, but from the sudden concern you knew it carried.

"As a medical student, I expect you to care of yourself, [Name]." His tone was lighter than usual, but you could still detect the hint of worry in it.

You turned to see him standing there, arms crossed, his smile gone, replaced by a frown.

"Ah, but I’m fine," you protested weakly, chuckling to dismiss the concern.

But when he closed the distance between you, his hand gently rested against your forehead, and the warmth from his touch made your heart skip a beat.

He hummed softly, the sound both soothing and commanding. "You have a cold, [Name]. It’s better to rest than push yourself." His voice was firm yet caring, and it made it impossible for you to argue.

"But—"

"No buts," he interrupted, his tone soft but resolute. Before you could react, he slipped his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you toward him. "Let's get you some rest, hm?" His smile returned, and it was warm and gentle, a stark contrast to his usual playful teasing.

You could feel your resolve crumbling as he drew you closer to his side. It felt like he was enjoying this a bit too much, if the sly smile playing on his lips as he led you away wasn't obvious enough.

"I could do it myself, Jiaoqiu! You need to go treat the soldiers!" You sighed in defeat, but you knew deep down that resistance was futile.

The moment he set his mind to something, you knew you’d lose.

"I’m on my break," he simply said, as if that explanation was enough to make you stop worrying. "I have nothing to do." Just as you were about to shoot another complaint, he raised his hand, signaling to one of the nearby medics.

"Need a hand over here!" He called out, his voice calm and commanding, directing the medic to help with the soldier you’d been treating earlier.

Turning back to you, he flashed you an innocent smile. "See? No need to worry about anything!" Every part of him practically pressed against you.

His arm was firmly wrapped around your waist, holding you close, and you could feel the soft, comforting weight of his tail winding gently around your leg.

Sure, it was a bit of a struggle to walk with him so near, but the heat from his body made it easy to ignore the chill that had settled deep within you.

You could feel the vibration of his chest as he chuckled, a soft sound that filled the air. His gaze lowered to meet yours, your eyes neatly closed and mouth slightly parted as though you were feeling heaven.

"I suppose I'm your medicine?" He mused, his finger tracing down the curve of your cheek with a gentle touch. He paused, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "Not that I mind... I could be all the warmth you'd ever need."

⋇⊰JING YUAN⊱⋇

You stared out from the fleet, watching as the snow-covered planet loomed into view, a world blanketed in endless ice. Even from behind the glass, you could feel a chill settling into your bones.

How did you end up here? Well, it had all started with a single slip of the tongue—admitting, without much thought, that you'd never once seen snow.

He’d looked at you curiously, his golden gaze sharp but gentle.

"Never seen snow?" He asked, surprised, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a hint of wonder.

You’d shrugged, brushing it off, mentioning briefly that your mother had never let you go anywhere with winter’s bite, then tried to change the subject.

But Jing Yuan had clearly taken it to heart. The General, in his subtle, thoughtful way, had decided he’d remedy that, and when the opportunity came—a mission to a world wrapped in eternal winter—he’d practically dragged you along.

Seeing his excitement, you hadn’t the heart to tell him the truth, that your mother hadn’t been overprotective without reason. She had known, as you did, that you were sensitive to the cold. But how could you ruin the General’s rare, genuine smile?

The doors slid open, and a harsh gust of icy wind hit you instantly, slicing through even the thick jacket he had insisted you wear.

You braced yourself, steeling against the cold. It wasn’t too bad—yet. Surely, you could hold out for a little while, right? Just enough to take in this strange, pristine winter world he’d wanted to show you.

"Isn't it magnificent?" He raised his gloved hand, catching a snowflake as it fluttered down.

He watched it melt into his palm, an almost childlike wonder on his face. The sight shook you from your thoughts, and, for the first time, you really looked around. Winter, in your mind, had always seemed bland—just a blur of whites and grays, cold and endless.

But standing here now, you could see the glistening world laid out before you. Snow blanketed the landscape, softening every angle, making everything look divine, untouched, as though you’d set foot into a world beyond reality.

You stepped out, your foot sinking deep into the snow. A sharp gasp escaped you at the sudden cold, and you whipped around, catching him chuckling behind you.

Embarrassment flared in your cheeks, warming them a bit as you muttered, “It’s not funny…” You turned your gaze back to the vast, shimmering landscape, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up your cheeks. “But… it is beautiful.” You took a few more steps, each one slightly awkward as your feet sank into the soft, powdery snow.

The crunch underfoot was strangely satisfying, each step sending a tiny thrill through you. Just as you were getting used to it, you felt something hit your back with a soft, cold thud. Whirling around, you found the General standing there, a mischievous grin plastered on his face, a snowball in hand.

“A general, starting snowball fights?” You said, raising a brow, trying to keep a straight face.

He shrugged with a smirk, as if throwing snowballs were a part of some important tactical training.

“Come now, did you think I’d let you enjoy this in peace?”

You bent down to gather some snow, forming a snowball of your own.

“In that case, General." Smiling as you took aim, “Prepare for battle!” The snowball left your hand, hurtling toward him, but he dodged it effortlessly, flashing you a playful smirk as he prepared to throw his next one.

And so began a wild, impromptu snowball fight between you and the general, each of you laughing and teasing as snow flew back and forth. In the thrill of the moment, the biting cold around you seemed distant, almost... forgotten. But there was a dangerous oversight.

You had underestimated winter’s toll on you. Between handfuls of icy snow and the chilled wind cutting across your exposed face, your body quickly began to feel the effects. Reality crashed down on you suddenly; your knees wobbled, then buckled, sending you crumpling to the ground.

“[Name]? [Name]!” His voice broke through the haze, distant and muffled, as you felt yourself slipping.

Everything grew fuzzy and dim, until all you could see was the stark white ground tinged with an alarming splash of red. He knelt before you, his voice laced with a rare edge of worry.

“[Name]?” He called again, urgency straining his usually steady tone.

His strong hands tilted your face up, but you barely registered it as the void overtook your vision.

In what felt like seconds—or perhaps hours—you blinked your eyes open, squinting against the dim light. There was a gentle weight on you, the tickle of soft hair brushing against your neck.

Groggily, you let out a faint groan, your hand sluggishly rising to push away what felt like a very heavy, unyielding presence on top of you. Whoever it was clearly had no sense of their own weight.

A low rumble vibrated against your chest as if this someone was grumbling, “Awake, are we?” His usual calmness was there, but you could hear a faint tremor of relief as he lifted his head to meet your gaze. His face softened, though his brow remained furrowed with concern. “You worried me back there.”

He lifted his head to meet your eyes, his face softening, though his brow remained knitted with concern.

“I’m sorry…” The apology left you in a near-whisper, and he made a quiet, thoughtful hum as he continued observing your features with that intense, almost unrelenting gaze.

“Perhaps this is why you’ve never seen snow?” His voice laced with a gentle tease touched by a genuine worry. “The medics said you got cold so quickly… your fingertips were already turning purple, you know. It wasn’t something to brush off.” You swallowed, cheeks warming, not quite able to meet his eyes.

“Y-Yeah... I’ve always been sensitive quite to the cold,” you admitted.

His hand rose to your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your skin, warm against the lingering cold.

“But you did enjoy it, right?” He murmured.

Caught off guard, you hesitated, the warmth of his touch melting away the lingering chill that had clung to you since you’d first stepped onto the snowy planet.

You gave a small, reluctant nod.

“Of course I did..."

He chuckled, the sound low and soothing, “Good." his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before slipping down to rest on your shoulder, pulling you closer.

“Then perhaps next time, you’ll tell me if you’re cold, hm? I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you with my actions...”

⋇⊰SUNDAY⊱⋇

The halls and rooms of the Astral Express felt colder than usual. You couldn't quite pinpoint why. Maybe you were coming down with something, or maybe it was the emptiness of the train itself.

Most of the crew was out on a mission, leaving only you, the ever-adorable conductor Pom-Pom, and the Halovian from Penacony, the newest addition to the crew.

You still weren’t sure how to feel about Sunday after everything that happened on Penacony. His calm demeanor and polite words seemed genuine enough, but there was still a sliver of doubt lingering in the back of your mind. Yet, as time passed, part of you wanted to believe his sincerity.

Sniffling softly, you tapped your fingers on the table, waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing. The silence of the Express was unnerving. You’d grown accustomed to the lively presence of the Trailblazer and March 7th, always filling the place with their laughter and chatter. Now, the quiet was heavy.

A faint sound—the flip of a page—caught your attention. You glanced over, your eyes landing on him, seated on a nearby sofa. He was engrossed in a book, his wings tucked neatly behind him. Those small, puffy wings at the side of his head caught your eye.

Halovians had three pairs of wings, you'd heard. How warm did they feel? You couldn’t help but wonder, and the thought of running your fingers through those feathers danced at the edge of your mind. Would they be soft? Would they radiate warmth? And where are his other two?

You shook your head slightly. That would be way too forward, especially since you barely knew him. It was a silly thought anyway, but the cold made your mind wander.

You tore your gaze from his wings, only to meet his calm, steady eyes watching you intently. For a moment, you froze, unsure if it was from the lingering cold or simply the intensity of his gaze.

“[Name]?”

Blinking, you scrambled to regain your composure, attempting to smile as you buried your shaking hands deeper into your pockets.

“Wha… What is it?” you asked sheepishly.

“Your coffee’s finished.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, watching you with that unflinching gaze.

Your breath caught, feeling embarrassed under his stare. You must have looked like a wierdo.

“A-Ah! Right… thank you.” You tried to play it off, reaching quickly for the mug’s handle.

But your fingers, numb from the cold, barely managed to grip it before the weight slipped from your grasp. Everything happened in a blur.

The mug began to tilt, and in a desperate attempt, you reached with your other hand to catch it, only to feel the sharp sting of its hot surface searing your palm. With a reflexive jerk, you dropped it, the mug shattering against the floor.

"Shit..." You muttered under your breath, frustration bubbling over as you crouched to survey the damage.

From the distance, a high-pitched screech shattered the silence. “[Name]!” Pom-Pom’s unmistakable voice rang through the room, their little paws on their cheeks in cartoonish shock. “What have you done??”

You turned to face the adorable conductor, their tiny body practically vibrating with indignation. “Hmph! Clean your mess this instant!” They declared, paws now firmly planted on their hips.

You swore smoke is puffing out of their ears from frustration.

“I-I’m sorry, Pom-Pom! I’ll clean it up right away!” You stammered, scurrying off to fetch a dustpan and broom.

The air felt even colder when you returned, and as you knelt to sweep up the broken shards, you couldn’t help but notice how your hands trembled uncontrollably, each movement sending shivers through your already frozen body. Your teeth chattered despite your attempts to keep them still.

Focused on the mess before you, you didn’t realize someone was standing behind you until you bumped into them. Startled, you flinched and spun around, nearly dropping the broom in your hands. There, mere centimeters away, stood he, his piercing gaze fixed on you.

“May I assist you?” The Halovian tilted his head ever so slightly. “You appear to be shaking like a deer.”

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly, perhaps a little too quickly, as you gripped the broom tighter in your trembling hands.

His brows knitted together, frowning.

“You’re clearly not fine. Your hands are trembling, and you’ve been shivering since earlier.” He crouched down to your level, his expression still composed but his gaze is a lot softer now.

“I said I’m fine,” you insisted, your tone firmer this time as you swept up a pile of shards, though your movements were clumsy and uneven.

His frown deepened, his golden eyes narrowing as they took in your trembling form.

"Enough." Before you could react, his gloved hands gently but firmly taking the dustpan and broom from your grasp.

You opened your mouth to protest, but the pointed look he shot you silenced you immediately.

"Get some rest, [Name]." His tone was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for argument. "If you'd like, I can brew you another coffee."

You stared at him, dumbfounded. The former head of the Oak Family, was kneeling on the floor to clean up a mess you had made? The thought alone was mortifying. More than that, you'd interrupted his reading—something you had tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m sorry...” You murmured, your voice barely audible as you quickly turned away and scurried down the hallway.

Once inside your room, you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. The heater was on, but the cold seemed to seep through every crack and crevice, wrapping itself around you like an unwelcome guest. You tugged a blanket over your shoulders, but it did little to stop the shivers.

Moments later, a soft knock echoed through the door.

"May I come in?" His voice was smooth and quiet, like honey drizzling over a frozen lake.

You hesitated, clutching the blanket tighter.

"Y-Yeah." The door slid open, and he stepped inside, holding a steaming cup of coffee in one hand.

His elegant composure hadn’t faltered even for a bit. He set the cup down on the small table by your bedside before sitting beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his golden gaze sweeping over you with a hint of concern.

“I’m fine,” you lied, averting your eyes. “Just... a little chilly, that’s all.”

He reached for the coffee and handed it to you, his fingers brushing yours briefly. The warmth of the mug felt like a lifeline in your frozen grip.

“Drink,” he said simply, leaning back against the headboard.

You looked at him then at the steaming mug before taking a cautious sip, the heat spreading through your chest and chasing away some of the cold.

You didn’t notice him moving until you felt the weight of his coat drape over your shoulders.

“Sunday—”

“Shhh..." He instantly hushed you down.

As the coat fell more snugly around you, you caught sight of something dark behind him. Two faintly shimmering pairs of wings stretched just beyond his back, their colors deeper and more shadowed than the smaller set behind his ears. They shifted slightly before folding back.

Your eyes lingered on them longer than you intended, and his lips quirked into the faintest smirk.

“Curious?” He asked, his voice teasing yet calm.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. “I wasn’t staring—”

“Oh? Then my eyes must be mistaken becuase you were,” he said, cutting you off again, though there was no malice in his tone.

“Oh? Then my eyes must be deceiving me, because you were,” he chuckled softly, a sound rich and melodic, like the first note of a forgotten song. "It’s fine, my dear," he murmured, though his voice faltered just slightly.

His gaze shifted momentarily, and for the briefest of moments, a shadow of vulnerability flickered across his features. His wings, darker and more imposing than usual, twitched faintly behind him, betraying his uneasiness.

But you paid no mind to his hesitation, far too enveloped in the unexpected warmth of his coat and presence. The heavy fabric wrapped around you like a cocoon, shielding you from the bitter cold that had clung to you all day.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable but instead soothing, like the calm after a storm. It was he who broke the serenity.

His voice low and steady as he spoke, “Next time, [Name], don’t shy away from me.”

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[hyenafu]

I have to ask. What would it have been like if Sakido survived her escape from Hell? Like, how much would she have added if she was alive and with Rhea and Buwaro?

❗ Spoilers for my webcomic, Slightly Damned ❗ Darius would have had no idea where his children went. He would have no way of finding out unless he happened to meet Rhea somewhere. (page 894). Sakido was strong enough to carry both Buwaro and Rhea while flying. They could have easily flown over Fuzen'ro Forest and missed Kieri entirely. Kieri would not have survived without being found by Buwaro (page 147). Without Kieri, Buwaro may have never learned to read (page 857, page 1073). Both Rhea and Sakido easily lose their tempers when dealing with his bubbly and naive personality. Kieri is infinitely patient and gentle with him in a way that the others aren't. Taking advice from Rhea, Buwaro's desire for a relationship with Kieri motivates him to self improve (page 346, page 347, page 348). Having a relationship with Kieri is what motivates him to seek a way to end the war between Demons and Angels peacefully (page 952, page 956). Buwaro felt profound grief and loss when Sakido died. The experience of losing her permanently changed him. He felt guilty for not paying more attention to her needs, and became the emotionally sensitive lovebug we all know today (page 871, page 944). If Sakido lived, when would Buwaro have started growing up?

When Sakido died, Rhea promised she would take care of Buwaro in her place (page 92). With Sakido alive, Rhea might not feel an obligation to stick with the Demon siblings, seeing that she was free in Medius again. Either way, Rhea would have no reason to return to the Fuzen'ro Forest Jakkai village. She and J would likely travel together directly to Ghardin City to reunite with Ramirez (page 585). Sammy could still have saved the Fairy sisters, Eve and Willow, with the help of her family, The Sinclairs. But Buwaro, Kieri, and Rhea would not have gotten Eve's royal blessing, which is somehow detectable even by Fairies who have never met them before and makes them easy to identify (page 669). Miranda Sinclair would not have been able to make The Rainbow Reverie without harvesting ingredients from Kieri and Buwaro (page 446). Without the Green Rainbow Reverie potion, Lakritz would have died from his injuries (page 728). Rhea would have never drank the Yellow Rainbow Reverie potion, which jumpstarted her transformation into a snake as a result of being a direct descendant of Moku, the Earth Snake Guardian (page 827). Tsavo would not have been able to get a sample of the Red Rainbow Reverie potion for his research into controlling berserk Demons (page 829). If Buwaro and Sakido somehow met Iratu in St. Curtis, there are signs that it would not have gone well. Sakido used to be an elite warrior in Hell (page 90), but she left and lived as an outcast in The Ring of the Slightly Damned. When she flies toward the pillar of light to escape Hell with Buwaro and Rhea in tow, one Demon calls her a "crazy bitch" and assumes that Sakido has arrived to stop the Ascension ritual (page 90). Meanwhile, Iratu and the other antagonistic Demons are the ones doing the Ascension rituals (page 774).

...but really, there's an infinite number of ways you could tell a version of Slightly Damned where Sakido stayed alive. That's just not the story I chose to write. I planned to kill Sakido from the start. I had decided on it before the comic began. The chain of events that unfolded and the character development that followed were built with Sakido's death as part of their foundation.

[subjectsix]

ANOTHER collection of some Remedy-verse writing I did in response to some one-word prompts. Lake House spoilers ahoy.

(Aka: All the Remedy prompts in one place, sometimes tidied up a wee bit, but usually just all aggregated into one place.)

Summaries (as of posting) of each oneshot + word count under the cut

Repair - 316 words. Saga remembers a life in the Koskela trailer park that she swears she has not lived.

Influence - 603 words. Arish and Jesse compete for the title of most exhausted and most self deprecating.

Predict - (Lakehouse spoilers). 473 words. Dylan tries to understand/not understand his position. Rudolf Lane pays him a visit.

Extent - 246 words. Casey trusts Saga's intuition. And he most definitely does not think her intuition is supernatural.

Ashamed - 440 words. Darling hands out HRAs, trying to look ahead and not at the present. Certainly not at the past.

Repair - Lake House - 442 words. Kiran wonders what else the Lake House has to offer, with the state of the Bureau, and the Oldest House going dark.

Imagination - 637 words. A ten year old Dylan has a bad feeling and sudden vivid pictures of improbable things stuck in his head.

Injury - 686 words. Jesse tries to tank a hit she shouldn't normally be able to.

Dissolve - 787 words. Arish is forced to come clean about his new position.

Loss - 827 words. The House remains under lock down. The ache of it gets to Arish, Jesse, and Dylan in different ways.

[astarionslittlejuicebox]

The Promise of Eternity (Part 11)

Author: @astarionslittlejuicebox

Imagine: The reader helped Astarion ascend and became his spawn. After saving the world from the Elder brain and it’s destruction, the reader and Astarion set out to take on the world together. While he promised to never forget the gifts the reader has given him, Astarion has seemed to have changed his attitude towards the reader in the last century…. After someone breaks one of  Astarion’s rules, how will this affect the reader’s fate?

Pairing: Astarion x F!Reader

Trigger warnings: potential for minor spoilers, suggestive themes, language, mentions of death, mentions of blood, abusive relationship, mention of slavery

Word Count: 827

Imagine Series

Side Notes: 

This imagine series takes place 200 years after the events of Baldur’s Gate 3.  Everything you read in here is a story from my mind outside of the original BG3 character Astarion.

In this imagine series, Astarion is a bit more unemotionally unavailable, and this series will follow the decisions and consequences of that change. This is not canonically accepted and it is just an idea I’ve had in my head! (I do believe Astarion might truly care for the reader after Ascension, but that is open to individual interpretation.)

In this series, TAV is mildly based on my first character I played in BG3; she is a drow and I will make references to her in her background and knowledge as well. I do apologize that it is not 100% your own imagine, but the name for TAV is up to you as well as anything else that I can think of leaving to you, the reader, to decide.

I appreciate everyone who reads the imagines and this series, and I hope you enjoy the story!

Astarion POV

I watched as she pulled her hand gently out of my grasp and pulled a bottle from her satchel, then bit her bottom lip between her fanged teeth for a split second.

“This is the antidote for the charming wine they’ve been giving you. I don’t have much other than this one bottle because there wasn’t much of your blood left in the vial.” She reached into the bag again and pulled out a vial with a small amount of thick red liquid sloshing slightly within the glass. I stared at the drow in front of me with amazement, which she returned with a look of confusion. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Her question was hushed and spoke with a tone of embarrassment in her words. My hand raised itself to gently caress her face; the drow’s eyes filled with clear liquid that poured slowly over as she leaned into my touch but never broke eye contact with me.

“You still continue to amaze me.” The words rolled off of my tongue as I stood in front of the drow who has loved me despite every thing I have put her through. Looking at the bottle of antidote in her hand, I knew that the vulnerable spawn years ago had placed his trust in the right person when he held that dagger to her throat. “How long should the antidote work?”

“I believe the wine only stays in your system for about a couple of days or so from what I could gather in the short amount of time studying the concoction. The antidote should work about the same.” Her honeyed voice filled my chest with joy as I wrapped my hands around hers.

“Will the antidote still work if I consume the wine after drinking the antidote, or does it work like antivenom?” Her eyes scrunched with thought before she shook her head.

“It works like an antivemon--you need to ingest the venom first before you can use antivenom.” My head nodded in understanding before I stepped closer to the drow, placing myself between her legs. Her eyes darted every so slightly as she studied my face, searching for something unknown to me. “You’re in danger though, and I’m afraid we don’t have much time to prepare for what is to come. Ahriman is set on killing you for revenge on his daughter’s death. Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Perhaps during my time under the grimy thumb of Cazador, but I have not done such behaviors since you helped me ascend, my treasure.” Her eyes gave me a knowing look as she sighed heavily.

“I forget that people have no idea all of the shit you had to deal with so many centuries ago.” A smile found its way to my lips as she spoke. This woman had a true heart of gold, and I most definitely did not deserve to have the hold on it that I had. Sadness crept its way into my heart as I reflected on the feelings of loneliness and sadness I experienced during the whirlwind of memories (TAV’s name) shared with me moments ago.

I felt all of those feelings during my enslavement by Cazador, yet (TAV’s name) held on hope that I truly loved her. The thought must’ve made a frown come to my face because the drow in front of me caressed my face with a loving hand.

“I know that look. You need not to worry about the past, my love.” (TAV’s name) gave me a breathtaking smile, but she reminded me of another emotion she had unknowingly shared with me: her hunger.

“When was the last time you fed, my darling?” I asked in a low voice, which caused surprise to flash on the drow’s face for a brief moment before her face twisted to a look of embarrassment. If she had still be living, I know her ash blue cheeks would’ve turned to an ash purple.

“I may not have fed since you tasked me with finding the blood thief.” She bit her lip before she sheepishly replied to my question, and my eyes widened with surprise. It may have been a couple of centuries since I was a spawn, but I do remember the hunger pains vividly. For a brief moment, I thought about fussing at her, but another devilish thought crossed my mind.

She deserves a reward--especially after all the shit she’s put up with for the last century. Grasping her hands firmly, I pulled her to stand on her feet. Confusion etched into the drow’s perfectly sculpted brows, but she obeyed nonetheless as I led her inside my bedchambers.

“Go start you a warm bath, my dearest treasure.” I didn’t look at her as I walked to the doors and locked them. I didn’t want that damn fae to interrupt us and ruin the sweet reward that my treasure had no idea she was about to receive.

[thepringlesofblood]

Neverafter Minis Auction Tracker!!!!

let’s gooooooooo!!!!!!!

(https://auction.dropout.tv/)

UPDATE (5/21): The auction is over!!!! check under the cut for full list + fun stats ^v^

As I have before, I will keeping track of which minis go up for auction when, what prices they’re at, final prices, and at the end write up a list of every mini (and maxi?!?!) sold in order of how much they sold for, among other fun stats.

I make no promises as to the frequency with which this post is updated, but it will be updated. It was posted 4/21, and last updated 5/21.

*spoilers* for what characters appear in battle in Neverafter

Let’s get ready to rumble!!!

5/1: WHY IS BARREL SWORDSMAN #3 AT $1,501 LIKE 4 HOURS INTO THE AUCTION???? TIM IS AT LIKE $500 TF???

5/15: Wave 3 is live!

5/18: WHY IS BARREL SWORDSMAN #3 back up for auction?????

All minis (& maxis) have the same starting bid- 50$

Table Of Contents (ik ik im sorry)

full list of all minis in order of price

full list stats (e.g. priciest PC, most bidded-on)

groups I kept track of (e.g. who was the most expensive princess?)

the list & stats broken down by wave (aka what I’ve been updating during the auction)

The Tale Of Barrel Swordsman 03

Full list of minis & prices, from most to least expensive

IL TERRIBILE PESCECANE (W2) - $6,368

Pumpkin Carriage (W1) - $6,201


Black Ink (W3) - $4,000


Little Miss Muffet (Cursed) (W1) - $3,601


Mother Timothy Goose X Gander (W3) - $3,504.69 (nice)


disclaimer: this will count as a maxi as well as a PC bc of the Big Fuckin Gander. if it comes first or last I will note the runner-up as well since maxis generally go for more money.


Big Bad Wolf (W3) - $3,303


disclaimer: the (unsouped) Big Bad Wolf will count as a PC, since it is only ever controlled by Emily. It also counts as a maxi since it comes specially packaged and is Big. if it comes first or last I will note the runner-up as well since it’s a bit of a gray area and maxis = $$


Baba Yaga (W3) - $3,270


Pinocchio, Thrice (W3) - $3,205


Big Bad Wolf Soup (W2) - $3,201


Puss In Boots “Pib”, Twice (W2) - $3,003


Ylfa Snorgelsson, Twice (W2) - $3,003

Flying Golden Goose (W2) -$3,001

Mother Timothy Goose, Twice (W2) - $3,001


Pinocchio, Twice  (W2) - $3,001


Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Twice (W2) - $3,001

Snow White (W3) - $2,952


Princess Rosamund du Prix, Twice (W2) - $2,888

Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Thrice (W3) - $2,756

Author’s Ink Hand (W3) - $2,501


Ylfa Snorgelsson, Thrice (W3) - $2,501


Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Once (W1) - $2,401

The Baron of Bricks (Armored) (W2) - $2,002



Ylfa Snorgelsson, Once (W1) - $1,961


Mira (W2) - $1,869

Golden Goose (W2) - $1,816

Princess Rosamund du Prix, Thrice (W3) - $1,715

Rapunzel (W3) - $1,653

The Stepmother (W3) - $1,626


Pinocchio, Once  (W1) - $1,605


Wartime Alphonse (W2) - $1,552

Nara, The Orange Fairy (W3) - $1,502

Bosartia, The Wicked Fairy (W3) - $1,501

Princess Elody of Greenleigh (W3) - $1,501


Princess Rosamund du Prix, Once (W1) - $1,388


Cinderella (W3) - $1,278

Alba Mac Lír, the Sea Witch (W3) - $1,254


Mother Timothy Goose, Once (W1) - $1,235


Scheherazade (W3) - $1,235


Puss In Boots “Pib”, Thrice (W3) - $1,234

Anma, The Green Fairy (W3) - $1,178


Large Catapult (W2) - $1,151

La Bête (W3) - $1,021


Puss In Boots “Pib”, Once (W1) - $1,006


Fairy Godmother (W1) - $1,004


Flat William (W3) - $1,002


Bella, The Red Fairy (W3) - $1,001

Turquina, The Turquoise Fairy (W3) - $1,001


Hilda, The Blue Fairy (W3) - $1,000


Little Miss Muffet (W1) - $1,000


Nura, The Yellow Fairy (W3) - $1,000


Blacksmith Crate Man (W1) - $921


Book Construct (W3) - $901

Paper Monster (W3) - $881


The Mer-king (W2) - $880

Beaky (W3) - $859


Yellow Merrow - $841

Aesop (W3) - $827


Red Merrow (W2) - $827


Alphonse [from the first battle] (W1) - $826


Peter, The Baron of Bricks (W2) - $821


Barrel Swordsmen 03 (W1) - $801


Bean Stalk (W2) - $729


Wizard 2 (W2) - $716

Jack, The Giant Killer (W2) - $707


Golden Egg (W2) - $705

Golden Harp (W2) - $701


Tied Golden Harp (W2) - $700


Blue Merrow 2 (W2) - $669


Blue Merrow 1 (W2) - $667

Tied Golden Goose Egg (W2) - $617

Tom Thumb (W2)- $616


Armored Cow (W2) - $601


Rocking Chair Man (W1) - $600


Wizard 1 - $599


Cross Man (W1) - $553


Thumbelina (W2) - $536


Shovel Man (W1) - $529


Giant (W2) - $501


Barrel Spearman 2 (W1) - $484


Cauldron Woman (W1) - $476


Tray Man (W1) - $465



Barrel Spearman 1 (W1) - $446



Barrel Swordsman 1 (W1) - $445


Barrel Swordsman 2 (W1) - $431


Bed Man (W1) - $421


Hay Man (W1) - $402



Crate Soldier (W1)- $382



Prison Man (W1) - $382


Wheel Barrow Man (W1) - $380



Catapult Man (W1) - $362



Final Stats!

Most Expensive: IL TERRIBILE PESCECANE - $6,368


Least Expensive: Catapult Man (W1) - $362


Most Expensive Mini*: Baba Yaga (W3) - $3,270!


Priciest PC: Mother Timothy Goose X Gander (W3) - $3,504.69 (nice)

as it is a maxi, I will also list the runner-ups

Big Bad Wolf (W3) - $3,303 (also a maxi)

Pinocchio, Thrice (W3) - $3,205

Least Pricey PC: Puss In Boots “Pib”, Once (W1) - $1,006

Most Expensive Named Character**: Little Miss Muffet (Cursed) (W1) - $3,601


Most Expensive Unnamed Character: Author’s Ink Hand (W3) - $2,501


was debating if this counts as a character or not. if you think not, runnerup is Blacksmith Crate Man (W1) - $921

Least Expensive Named Character: Thumbelina (W2) - $536

Least Expensive Unnamed Character:  Catapult Man (W1) - $362


Most Bids: Red Merrow (W2) - 218 bids

Least Bids: Thumbelina (W2) - 15 bids

Most Bidded-on PC: Ylfa Snorgelsson, Twice (W2) - 165 bids

Least Bidded-on PC: Princess Rosamund du Prix, Once (W1) - 16 bids

*excl. maxis like Pumpkin Carriage, Little Miss Muffet (Cursed), and The Baron of Bricks (Armored), Big Bad Wolf Soup, Bean Stalk, Il Terribile Pescecane, both Golden Geese, Large Catapult, Black Ink, Big Bad Wolf, Mother Timothy Goose X Gander, & Alba Mac Lír

**we’re not counting il terribile pescecane as a character rn otherwise it would win everything and be boring

Groups I Was Keeping Track Of!

for shorter lists I just put the minis in price order. for longer ones I just did most and least expensive.

PCs!

Princess Rosamund du Prix

Once: $1,388

Twice: $2,888

Thrice: $1,715

Puss In Boots “Pib”

Once: $1,006


Twice: $3,003

Thrice: $1,234

Pinocchio

Once: $1,605

Twice: $3,001

Thrice: $3,205

Mother Timothy Goose

Once: $1,235

Twice: $3,001

X Gander: $3,504.69 (nice)

Ylfa Snorgelsson

Once: $1,961

Twice: $3,003

Thrice: $2,501

The Big Bad Wolf: $3,303

Prince Gerard of Greenleigh

Once: $2,401

Twice: $3,001

Thrice:
 $2,756

Princesses (not incl. Rosamund or Scheherazade)! 


Snow White (W3)- $2,952

Mira (W2) - $1,869

Rapunzel (W3)- $1,653

Princess Elody of Greenleigh (W3) - $1,501

Cinderella (W3) - $1,278

La Bête (W3) - $1,021

Thumbelina (W2)- $536

I know she wasn’t part of the Daughters of the Crown, but she does become a princess in her fairytale

#JusticeForThumbelina

Fairies!

Nara, The Orange Fairy (W3) - $1,502

Bosartia, The Wicked Fairy (W3)  - $1,501

Anma, The Green Fairy (W3) - $1,178

Fairy Godmother (W1) - $1,004

Bella, The Red Fairy (W3) - $1,001

Turquina, The Turquoise Fairy (W3) - $1,001

Hilda, The Blue Fairy (W3) - $1,000

Nura, The Yellow Fairy (W3) - $1,000

Boss Battle Creatures

Little Miss Muffet (Cursed) (W1): $3,601


The Baron Of The Bricks (mech) (W1): $2,002

The Stepmother (W3)

Hand Of The Authors (W3)

Fairy Godmother (W1): $1,004

The Baron Of The Bricks (pig) (W1): $821

Maxis!

criteria for a maxi

has special packaging

doesn’t fit on one of those circular bases normal minis stand on

vibes

All Maxis

Most Expensive: Il Terribile Pescecane (W2) - $6,368


Least Expensive: Bean Stalk (W2) - $729


Maxi Characters/Living Things

Most Expensive: Il Terribile Pescecane (W2) - $6,368


Least Expensive: Golden Goose (W2) - $1,816


Maxi Set Pieces

Most Expensive: Pumpkin Carriage (W1): $6,201


Least Expensive: Bean Stalk (W2) - $729


Named NPCs (not incl. maxis)


Most Expensive: Baba Yaga (W3) - $3,270

Least Expensive: Thumbelina (W2) - $536 


Mini-Minis

Most Expensive: Jack, The Giant Killer (W2) - $707


Least Expensive: Thumbelina (W2) - $536

#JusticeForThumbelina

Humanoids*

Most Expensive: Baba Yaga (W3) - $3,270

Least Expensive: Crate Soldier (W1)- $382

if you don’t think any furniture people should be considered humanoid, then Giant (W2) - $501 is next least expensive and is 100% humanoid he’s just a guy w one eye



*I have my own separate, questionably precise, extremely complicated criteria for what counts as humanoid in this situation. if u wanna see it, or any of the other lists, dm me, this post is long enough lol

Everything broken down by which wave it was in

Wave 1 (W1): 5/1-5/8 - closed! - all seems to be from the first battle, except Muffet & Baron

Ylfa Snorgelsson, Once - $1,961

Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Once - $2,401

Princess Rosamund du Prix, Once - $1,388

Pinocchio, Once  - $1,605

Puss In Boots “Pib”, Once - $1,006

Mother Timothy Goose, Once - $1,235

Fairy Godmother - $1,004

Pumpkin Carriage - $6,201

Little Miss Muffet (Cursed) - $3,601

Little Miss Muffet - $1,000

The Baron of Bricks (Armored) - $2,002

Peter, The Baron of Bricks - $821

Bed Man - $421

Crate Soldier - $382

Cross Man - $553

Barrel Spearman 1 - $446

Barrel Spearman 2 - $484

Barrel Swordsman 1 - $445

Barrel Swordsman 2 - $431

Barrel Swordsman 03 -$1,501

least amount of bids at only 4. the 4th bidder was just like ‘let’s end this’ 4 hours into the auction and they sure did.

update (5/18): except it seems they DIDN’T. any accolades formerly awarded to Barrel Swordsman 3 will be removed and given to the runner-up, and he will be counted as a Wave 3 mini. tf??

Cauldron Woman - $476

Catapult Man - $362

Blacksmith Crate Man - $921

Rocking Chair Man - $600

Tray Man - $465

Shovel Man - $529

Prison Man - $382

Wheel Barrow Man - $380

Hay Man - $402

Alphonse [from the first battle] - $826

Wave 1 Stats!

Most Expensive: Pumpkin Carriage - $6,201

Least Expensive: Catapult Man - $362

Priciest PC: Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Once - $2,401

conversely, Pib was the least pricey PC at $1,006! rip.

Most Expensive Mini*: Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Once - $2,401

Most Expensive Named Character: Little Miss Muffet (Cursed) - $3,601

Least Expensive Named Character: Peter, The Baron of Bricks - $821

Most Expensive Unnamed Character: Barrel Swordsman 03 -$1,501 Blacksmith Crate Man - $921

Least Expensive Unnamed Character: Catapult Man - $362

Most Bids: Little Miss Muffet (Cursed) - 156 bids

Least Bids: Barrel Swordsman 3 - 4 Cross Man - 42 bids

Most Bidded-on PC: Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Once - 147 bids

Least Bidded-on PC: Princess Rosamund du Prix, Once - 16 bids

*excl. maxis like Pumpkin Carriage,  Little Miss Muffet (Cursed), and The Baron of Bricks (Armored)

Wave 2 (W2): 5/8-5/15 - closed! - all seem to be from the Toy Island & beanstalk fights, except of course Big Bad Wolf Soup

Ylfa Snorgelsson, Twice - $3,003

Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Twice - $3,001

Princess Rosamund du Prix, Twice - $2,888

Pinocchio, Twice - $3,001

Puss In Boots “Pib”, Twice - $3,003

Mother Timothy Goose, Twice - $3,001

Big Bad Wolf Soup - $3,201

Mira - $1,869

The Mer-king - $880

Blue Merrow 1 - $667

Blue Merrow 2 - $669

Red Merrow - $827

Yellow Merrow - $841

IL TERRIBILE PESCECANE - $6,368

Flying Golden Goose -$3,001

Golden Goose - $1,816

Tied Golden Goose Egg - $617

Large Catapult - $1,151

Wartime Alphonse - $1,552

Tied Golden Harp - $700

Golden Egg - $705

Golden Harp - $701

Wizard 1 - $599

Wizard 2 - $716

Jack, The Giant Killer - $707

Armored Cow - $601

Giant - $501

Tom Thumb - $616

Thumbelina - $536

Bean Stalk - $729

Wave 2 Stats!

Most Expensive: IL TERRIBILE PESCECANE - $6,368

Least Expensive: Giant - $501

Priciest PC: Pib (twice) and Ylfa (twice) tied at $3,003!

conversely, Rosamund (twice) was the least pricey PC at $2,888! rip. still a lot of money tho

Most Expensive Mini*: Pib and Ylfa tied at $3,003!

Most Expensive Named Character**: Pib and Ylfa tied at $3,003!

Least Expensive Named Character: Thumbelina - $536

Most Expensive Unnamed Character**: Yellow Merrow - $841

Least Expensive Unnamed Character: Giant - $501

Most Bids: Red Merrow - 218 bids

Least Bids: Thumbelina - 15 bids

#justiceforthumbelina

Most Bidded-on PC: Ylfa Snorgelsson, Twice - 165 bids

Least Bidded-on PC: Mother Timothy Goose, Twice - 49 bids

*excl. maxis like Big Bad Wolf Soup, Bean Stalk, Il Terribile Pescecane, both Golden Geese, and Large Catapult (it feels like “Giant” should be a maxi, but it’s actually about human size)

**Il Terribile Pescecane does not count as a character in this circumstance

a fun new stat exclusive to Wave 2 - minis that sold for exactly $3,001!

Flying Golden Goose -$3,001

Mother Timothy Goose, Twice - $3,001

Pinocchio, Twice - $3,001

Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Twice - $3,001

if I had a nickel for every time a mini in W2 sold for exactly $3,001, I’d have 4 nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened 4 times.

Wave 3 (W3): 5/15-5/19 - closed! - final wave!

Black Ink - $4,000

Mother Timothy Goose X Gander - $3,504.69 (nice)

disclaimer: this will now count as a maxi as well as a PC bc of the Big Fuckin Gander. if it comes first or last I will note the runner-up as well since maxis generally go for more money.

Big Bad Wolf - $3,303

disclaimer: the (unsouped) Big Bad Wolf will count as a PC, since it is only ever controlled by Emily. It also counts as a maxi since it comes specially packaged and is Big. if it comes first or last I will note the runner-up as well since it’s a bit of a gray area and maxis = $$

Baba Yaga - $3,270

Pinocchio, Thrice - $3,205

Snow White - $2,952

Prince Gerard of Greenleigh, Thrice - $2,756

Author’s Ink Hand - $2,501

Ylfa Snorgelsson, Thrice - $2,501

Princess Rosamund du Prix, Thrice - $1,715

Rapunzel - $1,653

The Stepmother - $1,626

Nara, The Orange Fairy - $1,502

Bosartia, The Wicked Fairy - $1,501

Princess Elody of Greenleigh - $1,501

Cinderella - $1,278

Alba Mac Lír, the Sea Witch - $1,254

Scheherazade - $1,235

Puss In Boots “Pib”, Thrice - $1,234

Anma, The Green Fairy - $1,178

La Bête - $1,021

Flat William - $1,002

Bella, The Red Fairy - $1,001

Turquina, The Turquoise Fairy - $1,001

Hilda, The Blue Fairy - $1,000

Nura, The Yellow Fairy - $1,000

Book Construct - $901

Paper Monster - $881

Beaky - $859

Aesop - $827

Barrel Swordsmen 03 - $801

Wave 3 stats!

Most Expensive: Black Ink - $4,000

Least Expensive: Barrel Swordsmen 03 - $801 (oh how the mighty have fallen)

Priciest PC: Mother Timothy Goose X Gander - $3,504.69 (nice)

as it is a maxi, I will also list the runner-ups

Big Bad Wolf - $3,303 (also a maxi)

Pinocchio, Thrice - $3,205

conversely, Puss In Boots “Pib”, Thrice was the least pricey PC at $1,234! rip. 


Most Expensive Mini*: Baba Yaga - $3,270

Most Expensive Named Character: Mother Timothy Goose X Gander - $3,504.69 (nice)

as it is a maxi, I will also list the runner-ups

Big Bad Wolf - $3,303 (also a maxi)

Baba Yaga - $3,270

Least Expensive Named Character: Aesop - $827

Most Expensive Unnamed Character: 
Author’s Ink Hand - $2,501

was debating if this is a character or not. if you think it’s not, the runner-up is Book Construct - $901. not a lot of unnamed characters in this wave

Least Expensive Unnamed Character: Barrel Swordsmen 03 - $801

Most Bids: Nara, The Orange Fairy - 133 bids

Least Bids: 
Scheherazade - 17 bids

Most Bidded-on PC: Princess Rosamund du Prix, Thrice - 111 bids

Least Bidded-on PC: Puss In Boots “Pib”, Thrice - 20 bids

*excluding maxis like Black Ink, Big Bad Wolf, Mother Timothy Goose X Gander, & Alba Mac Lír

The Tale of Barrel Swordsmen 03

at a maximum of 4 hours into Wave 1, the 4th bid on Barrel Swordsman 03 was placed for $1,501. Most of the other minis (including PCs) hadn’t even broken 1,000 at this point. When wave 1 closed, Barrel Swordsman 03 was sold for $1,501.

for comparison, Barrel Swordsman 01 sold for $445, and 02 for $431. In fact, all of the furniture people sold for the lowest prices in the whole auction. Except, it seemed, for Barrel Swordsman 03, who beat out Rosamund (once) at $1,388, Tim (once) at $1,235.

it seemed that was all to the story.

until.

[taken 6:32 pm EST on 5/18]

i mean there can only be one answer - the person that bid $1,501 for him couldn’t pay up. so...he’s back on the market?????

he returns. with a slightly new title: Barrel Swordsmen 03. he has multiplied since we saw him last. or, in their haste to get him up on the site before the auction closed, the person writing his name mistyped (understandable and much more likely).

he sells for $801. on the higher end of the furniture-people prices, but nowhere near his former glory

who are you, bidder #4? what were you trying to do? how did it all go so wrong?

/j

that’s it folks. have a good one!

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Serial Fanatic ~ {sonia x syo fic}

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/cLfqK5P

by loser_lils

Sonia loves serial killers, she adores them dearly. So the very moment she discovered there was a serial killer in the midst of her city.. She just couldn't help herself.

But this love was way more than just an innocent little personal interest, it was an obsession.. And it could go way farther than people believed.

Words: 827, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa Series, Super Dangan Ronpa 2, Dangan Ronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F

Characters: Fukawa Touko, Sonia Nevermind, Togami Byakuya, Kirigiri Kyouko

Relationships: Fukawa Touko/Sonia Nevermind

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Killing Game (Dangan Ronpa), Dangan Ronpa Spoilers, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Fukawa Toko Isn't Obsessed With Togami Byakuya, Bisexual Fukawa Toko, Lesbian Sonia Nevermind, Background Genocider Syo | Genocide Jack, Background Fukawa Toko, Gay Panic, Gay, Thriller, Action & Romance

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VOK 827 - Agatha Christie 54 - The Clocks

Bina007 and Pat put up a spirited defence of Agatha’s much-maligned 1963 Poirot mystery set in a suburban street where a man was murdered surrounded by clocks. Christie picks up on the Cold War paranoia of the time, as channeled through her primary investigator Colin Lamb. We also have a cool Rear Window call-back. Spoiler free to 40m45s. [MP3] Download or play this episode…

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Green tomatoes

by TooAwkwardToFunction

Peter Parker is trying so desperately to get his life together after the entire world has forgotten him. Peter Parker is also trying desperately to keep his tomato plant alive. (Drabbles of before, during, and after My Name is Peter)

Words: 827, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Remembering Him (NWH fix-it)

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Peter Parker, Harry Osborn, Michelle Jones, Ned Leeds

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Harry Osborn & Peter Parker, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds

Additional Tags: Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Post-Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie), Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), Spider-Man: No Way Home (Movie) Spoilers, Canon Compliant With Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Fix-It for Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021), Hurt Peter Parker, Michelle Jones Needs a Hug, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Ned Leeds Needs a Hug, One-Sided Harry Osborn/Peter Parker, Gardens & Gardening, Mentioned May Parker (Spider-Man), Spider-Man Interacting with New Yorkers, the tomato plant is a paid actor

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Bellamy and Clarke are reunited and despite everything, the world is still so much better. Cheers to you, my fine pie posse companion 🥂

Cheers indeed!

It’s strange how Bellamy and Clarke being reunited makes everything feel normal again. Even for one second. 

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One Piece Chapter 827 Review

The joy of Wano Country exploration continues. With the promising setup from the last chapter, this one is more of a cooldown for Strawhats with the absence of Luffy. When you read the chapter’s title, “O-Toko the Kamuro,” it’s certain that a new character will be introduced. While that’s true, it delivered more than that. It brought in amusing moments that the series is well-known for with new interesting theories to think over for a long period of time.

After some of the heavy content as well as buildup from couple of chapters ago, it feels good to sit back, relax, and enjoy the scene with Strawhats hanging out like good times. Case in point, eating Sangoro’s specialty soba. No foodgasm required. Sanji continues to amuse me with his bias outlook. Sanji is very dismissive to guys; only wants to hear praise from women. Besides, it’s like a fanfic come true when seeing Robin as a Geisha; who can blame him.

The part that made me laugh is Franky’s suggestion. He suggests to add alcohol to favor the Samurai, so they can recruit them, which is a really good idea. Sanji on the other hand finds this idea awful. That face is hilarious. Clearly, he is only there to attract the ladies. So much for building up an army. It’s comic relief; it’s not needed to get so serious. The following scene however is the time to shift gear.

Kaki, Kuni, and Suke are part of the Kyoshiro Family, cutting the line to ruin the fun. The short term for them would be douchebags. Sanji keeps it civilized, though tells them to go back in line to wait for their term. Committed to his code of chef I see. Apparently, Sanji has to pay a random fee to those guys for “security” in order to open a shop. Smell that? That’s bull crap. I do like Sanji’s response with confidence that he got this secured. It doesn’t stop them from being douchebags.

They begin to destroy the shop because well, I’m tired being redundant. They even knock a kid’s share. That’s low. It was weird though to see that kid crying yet laughing. I honestly thought Oda has drawn his/her face wrong by accident, like “Oh crap, that kid is supposed to be sad, not laughing!” Sanji’s face however is not wrong; he is pissed and because he’s a chef to the core, that’s a red flag for those guys. Got to like Franky getting hyped for a fight. Sanji has been comical for a while, but now it’s time to show his badass side.

His specialty soba is on the ground, leaving uneaten. When he says, “eat all of it,” he doesn’t joke around. He satisfied me by kicking the crap out of one guy. Serve him right. To make the satisfaction even better, Franky steps in and does a damn suplex on one of the other guys. How damn cool is that? Sanji force-feed the down victim with dirtied soba; as if to say, “Eat it! Eat the damn soba, asshole!” Yes, they most likely caused a stir that will bring in even worse opponents in which, in hindsight, it happens, but the satisfaction is warranted.

It’s time to connect the chapter’s title. It turns out that kid earlier is Toko, a child from the capital, and no, the reaction earlier isn’t an error. It was intentional, though it was still odd to see someone laugh and cry at the same time, and I don’t mean within one emotion. Part of me had a bad flashback to Koala’s past, where she was forced to smile despite the suffering. I wonder if it’s the same, though there’s a small tweak to her. Sanji is a nice guy, aside from his biasness, and gives her another dish of soba. Charming.

Toko’s design is simple, but it’s her expression that stands out a lot. It reminds me of that story with the Joker from Batman series transformed Robin into Junior. She laughs all the time and for some reason, it’s contagious. Everyone begins to laugh along with her. I don’t know if she has a devil fruit and something is up from where she’s from. By the way, the pun from Oda continues with her name. If you add ‘O’ to her name, which would be O-Toko, it reads “male.” Get it? Oda is seriously having too much fun here and I like it.

Toko may be the point of the chapter due to the title, but it’s what she leads to that’s pretty interesting. As the title reads, she’s a Kamuro, a young girl who attends to high-ranking Courtesans, and it’s almost time for them to appear. The aftermath of her departure is funny. Usopp compliments her for being funny, Robin saw her cute, and Sanji breaks the trend by talking about the Courtesan Procession being true. The man has his priority all right.

The old lady appears out of nowhere, who is Robin’s master in Geisha, to tell the tale of one lady, who is the only one chosen so far as one who is called the dream of all men. Her name is Komurasaki and her beauty with charisma can sway men like no others; even those that are from the most sophisticated countries. She is above the Goddess. She is perfection. That is a hell of a overhype statement and I dealt with one fandom earlier. Won’t say whom. That is one beauty that is unheard of. This almost sound like a setup for a hysterical twist. I like how all the guys are very curious.

The interesting development is Robin has been accepted to meet Shogun Orochi. That means the long wait for the face’s reveal is nearly over. Elsewhere, Komurasaki is walking down as the people practically give her a hero’s welcome. I got a good laugh at the reactions surrounding her. She is so beautiful that it blinded a man. My eyes! She is so beautiful that her beauty legitimately knocked out 20 people from blood loss. That’s hilarious. If Sanji sees her, get ready to say your farewells. I seriously wonder if this is one massive troll from Oda.

There are two more interesting developments and one of which involves with speculations. The first one is the Kyoshiro Family next move. Kyoshiro received the report about Sanji kicking his men’s ass. He doesn’t have time to deal with him as he is invited to Shogun Orochi’s Banquet. Instead, he will have Queen to send assassins to take care of this matter. Supposedly, they’re known to cause a huge stir, but he doesn’t care. Looks like Sanji and others now have a new trouble ahead.

The next development is interesting as we catch a shadow of what supposed to be Orochi. It looks like he too is a Dragon, though with multiple heads. I wonder if Oda will have us looking at that form and save the human form later. For that matter, what’s the story behind that form? The developments in this chapter point towards to the reveal, so we can expect more of him very soon.

Another interesting speculation is the identity of Komurasaki. She appears to be a nice person based on how she treats Tomo. With that said could she be Momonosuke’s sister? It’s clear that her character was emphasized heavily throughout the chapter. Why the importance? Also, we don’t get to see her face; same goes for the sister. I know they have a different name, but since her family name is taboo, she must have gone through a drastic change of persona. Maybe she is needed to grow up rather than skipping 20 years in order to fulfill the prophecy her mother foreseen. After all, she attracted the one and only Orochi, the sworn enemy of Oden. Perhaps Tomo reminds her of her old self. These are all speculations and it’s exciting to think of more.

This was an amusing and interesting chapter. It has good comedy, fun moments with satisfying results, and plenty of interesting developments. Clearly, the next big focus is on Orochi and with the setup like this along with other tidbits from earlier chapters, I’m excited to learn more. Unfortunately, there’s a break and what’s worse, there’s a longer break on the horizon. It’s the holiday season after all. We got a long time to speculate. Next time, expect more twists and turns.

[cryptidjeepers]

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I adore how the ENTIRETY of ocw nation just collectively agreed that Charlie Valdez is a bottom. He’s not topping anything. He’s just a little guy.

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@bamsara Do you have a permit for being this cool?? I'm gonna need to see a license

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//TOGETHER AGAIN SPOILERS

Considering we didn’t see Pb in the dead world I thought maybe she’s alive. I’m not sure how long together again is set after the finale but it’s set long enough that fin dies of old age? So 50-90 years old? When fin and jake try to contact Pb it goes to peppermint butler instead and you can see him wearing the crown. also you can see a statue of Princess bubblegum. I know Pb isn’t immortal like marceline but her lifespan isn’t like a humans either, since she was like 827 years old and took on the appearance of a 18-19 year old. So my question is where is bubblegum? Since pep-butt literally owns the candy kingdom, has the crown on and there’s a statue of her, My conclusion is that she probably died? Or is living with marcy some where. But that doesn’t explain why finn’s call went to pep-butt instead of Pb.

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“Rewatching detective Conan & MLB made me see some similarities; Sonoko Suzuki & Chloe. Both are in high school and are both rich. However Sonoko had a healthy childhood, most her friends whose families are middlish class, doesn't bribe them anything, never forces anyone to love her but still hopes for someone to love her just being her (but fantasies in an ok way). While I'm ok w/ Chloe with receiving the bee miraculous, I just hope she turns something like Sonoko”