#And I will probably still keep fussing with it cause of who I am as a person

[schrodingersinteraction]

i have cutted my hairs

[clairecrive]

"Beauty and the Beast"| Alfie Solomons

A/n: I don’t know where this came from but oh well. enjoy <3

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“You know,” she said cradling his face, “I’ve always found it amusing how you and everyone else compare you to a beast.” 

“That’s ‘cause I fucking am, pet.”

“No, you’re not.” She disagrees while gently scratching his jaw. “You may look a little bearly, I’ll give you that.” 

Playing along, Alfie cheekily bit her finger ‘causing her to giggle. 

“However, if they’d only have the patience of taking a closer look, they’d see how handsome you are.” 

“Nah pet, ya don’t hav to lie to me face. I’m an old man, I can take it.”

“Honestly Alfie, I’m actually quite offended on your behalf,” she scoffed more seriously, slightly leaning away from him. “All these women fussing over Tommy fucking Shelby where you’re literally here. Like hello?”

Seeing as you were actually serious, Alfie settled more comfortably on the chair and looked amusingly at you while you went on with your speech. Claiming how these women supposedly needed to check their eyes because they clearly didn’t know how to discern a good-looking man.

“What’s with this vitriol for old Tommy, eh?”

“I don’t care about Tommy at all. It’s just that I’m always hearing about him,” she exclaimed, eyes wide in exasperation. “His angelic face, crystal clear eyes, and bla, bla, bla.” 

“Didn’t know you spend all this fucking time talking about him, dove,” Alfie said rubbing it in. He had to force himself to not laugh at your offended expression. 

“I do not,” she scoffed. “All the while they swoon over him, I’m thinking about you!”

“Oh, do ya?” He mused.

“Yes! I’m always thinking about how they don’t know what they’re actually talking about. I keep thinking I should bring you up as an example.”

“Then why don’t ya?”

“Because I don’t want them looking at you,” she mumbled under her breath while she avoided his eyes. 

“What now?” But he had heard perfectly. If the big-ass smile that bloomed on his face wasn’t proof enough. He loved watching you squirm and blush furiously, which of course, was what you were doing.

“I don’t want them to look at you,” she whispered a little bit loudly but still bashful as ever.

“Pet, ya know I’m an old fucking man. Ya need to raise your voice.”

“I don’t want them to notice, okay?” She exclaimed loudly this time. Cheeks red in embarrassment, eyes determined for him to argue with her. “You’re mine and I do not share.” She added as if to settle this once and for all.

“Of course, ya don’t, you little minx. Come here,” Alfie chuckled as he pulled you close to him again. Hands on your waist, nose almost touching, Alfie couldn’t help but send a little thanks to his God for sending him such an angel in his life.

“Love how you get offended on my behalf, pet,” he admitted while giving you an Eskimo kiss. “Your opinion is the only one who I give a fuck about, right?”

“I know, I’m just saying,” she mumbled on his lips. “It’s their loss anyway. My man is fine as hell, they could only hope.” 

This time, Alfie couldn’t help himself and he cracked up. “Oh pet, ya have no fucking idea how much I love ya.” 

Without giving her the chance to say anything, knowing she’d probably argue that she was the one who loved him the most, he finally kissed her.

[foxika]

surprised i haven’t see any fox lives aus exploring the idea of palpatine sending fox to hemlock/tantiss after getting his neck snapped Hemlock hesitates, staring through the glass window of the examination room and observing its main occupant. His medical staff fusses over their patient, a clone, as they record his vitals and situate the room for long term occupancy. "It is... Unlikely, that this clone will ever walk again, Your Majesty. The damage done to his neck is irreversible, that he even retained mobility in his torso is—" Hemlock had said. He was scrolling through a rather dire injury report. The Emperor waved his hand dismissively, black robes flowing with the motion. "I am aware, but what I require is not impossible. I will take care of the most severe damages to my commander..." My commander? Hemlock looked away from the datapad and to the immobile clone floating in the bacta tank. "...And when the time comes, I will require your facility to do the rest."

Hemlock refrained from frowning, keeping his expression neutral, albeit a bit dubious. If Emperor Palpatine wanted to waste his time with a lost cause, he wouldn't argue. Not as long as he continued to receive the necessary resources and further funding for his projects. Now, when Hemlock gazes upon that same clone all those months ago, he sits properly upright on the examination table, back straight and form perfect like a soldier. The clone turns his head, his golden eyes-a deviation from the standard brown, colour bordering unnatural in a human- meeting Hemlock's through the glass. Hemlock raises a brow in response but the clone doesn't react, only breaking eye contact when one of the medical aids calls for his attention. Folding his arms behind his back, Hemlock turns to stalk down the hall. He would never say it aloud, but he was irked that this... Chore was now his responsibility. He was a scientist! A progressive researcher and an invaluable asset to the Empire. That his facility is being forced to take on the task of physical therapy and rehabilitation, of all things, for one simple, damaged clone was insulting.

Hemlock exhales, forcing his posture to relax. His Imperial Majesty was making a mistake, clearly, but it was no matter. Hemlock would only need to check in occasionally; he could still focus his efforts where it really matters. His commander would be carefully monitored in the meantime, and maybe, Hemlock could learn how Palpatine managed to reverse what should have been a deathly injury. ♠♠♠♠

i imagine palpatine does ambiguous hand wave force healing to get fox back into tip top shape. well mostly back. fox still has a lot to work through. and then sends him off to wherever hemlock is, for reasons. he doesnt need hemlock's facility to host fox, he could easily give fox the care he needs closer to home. so maybe to have fox keep an eye on him and his progress, who knows really from there i kinda have a few paths this could take, one with omega eventually coming across fox, being mildly interested in him(he's not held in a cell like the rest of the clones, he's not a commando, why is he here?) and maybe later, nala se assigns her to him to keep her further out of the way of hemlock. all leading up to when omega and crosshair escape, she insists fox comes with them. fox doesnt want to (paranoid), crosshair doesnt want him to(also paranoid). think of the fox and rex reunion... the echo confrontation... the wolffe reunion... howzer bitching at both crosshair and fox... the drama of it all. another idea being fox meeting scorch again. since arca company barracks are stationed on coruscant, i imagine that fox has run into delta squad at least once. delta wasn't on coruscant often, and fox is busy guy. probably also doesn't care much for sobde either. (i imagine him and maze sending very petty emails to each other. fox saying "fuck you, i outrank you captain" in corporate)

and maybe when shit goes down on tantiss, he convinces scorch to dip with him. "you got your ass kicked, man. let's go."

throughout all of this fox maintains a creepy, unsettling presence on the base.

[sserpente]

A/N: Request from anon. Fluffy skinny dipping with Loki. Tell me something better than that, I’ll wait. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2568 Warnings: skinny dipping, implied smut, fluff

The air in Asgard smelled different. Fresher. Richer. You took a deep breath, inhaling not only oxygen but also that foreign Asgardian vibe. Summer felt a hundred times more intense around here. The heat was on the verge of unbearable, the glistening water right outside the palace inviting you for a swim to cool down. The whole planet felt like an Instagram filter—like someone had turned up the contrast, the saturation and the brightness all at the same time.

“How do you cope in this heat?” you complained, fanning air to your face with your right hand. You were sat in the lower parts of the palace with Thor’s friends Volstagg, Hogun and Fandral and of course, Lady Sif.

Odin had commanded you remained under supervision at all times. You didn’t quite understand what the fuss was about—it wasn’t like a mere Midgardian could wreak havoc among this realm but then again, he was probably just traumatised from the time Thor brought an Aether-infected Jane to Asgard a few years back.

But the company wasn’t so bad, especially upon learning new things about Asgardian culture. One person was missing though. You’d hardly seen Loki since your arrival even though it had been him to promise to keep you safe.

Boom—it had been like a heartbeat, like an explosion and just like that, you had fallen in love with the God of Mischief. It had started with a crush. A purely physical attraction that made you see beyond the things he had done on Earth all those years ago. Then you had gotten to know him and witnessed his wit and sarcasm day in and out. Soon, you began to see past the cheekiness and mischief until you had discovered a vulnerable god who would die for the ones he loved, an intelligent and kind man who might not have been a superhero and leaned toward a little selfishness every now and then but a good man nonetheless.

Loki had never been evil and you were now determined to convince everyone else of that mind-set as well. Especially now that you had been brought to Asgard for your own safety.

“It’s not so bad down here. I feel sorry for Idunn and her workers. The apple orchard is a sauna at this time of the day but the work won’t do itself.”

“First of all… you have saunas on Asgard? And second of all, if this is a realm of magic, why is there any labour at all?”

Volstagg’s cheeks reddened as he fought to explain it to you. “Well, let’s just say Idunn’s apples are special. They require skilled hands to handle them.”

“Right…” With a court nod, you emptied the rest of your drink and carefully put it back on the table—like hell you would smash it to the ground and scream “Another” like Thor and his friends did.

“Where’s Loki, actually?” you asked, attempting to sound non-chalant.

“Who knows? Causing some mischief somewhere probably. I for my part am glad I don’t have to see his face.”

“He’s been nothing but kind to me so far, Volstagg.”

“Hmm…” Hogun began, “He’s like a flesh-eating plant. He lures you in and then traps you in his claws. Be careful. We have known Loki for a lot longer than you.”

“Maybe you guys should stop giving him reasons to stab you in the back. Think about that.” Checkmate. That shut them up for a good minute.

You sighed. Well, in the end, you’d likely have a lot more work to do for them to accept the cheeky God of Mischief for who he was and why he behaved the way he did, it seemed.

“If you say so… I’m gonna go find him.”

“You can’t wander through the palace alone.”

You chuckled. “Watch me. I know where Loki’s chambers are. And I promise to scream if I’m getting murdered.”

“You shouldn’t joke about things like that,” Hogun insisted.

“I’m trapped on a different planet surrounded by gods. If I don’t joke about it, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“I am still going to escort you.”

You rolled your eyes. Always obey Odin. “Fine.” Hogun wasn’t very talkative, at least.

It was a lot cooler in the palace—but then again, sacrificing a wonderful day that you could spend swimming and tanning and exploring to hide within some palace walls wasn’t all that appealing.

“Loki? Are you there?” Hogun was waiting around the corner with his hands clasped behind his back when you knocked.

Silence. You cleared your throat. “Loki, your hearing is a thousand times better than mine, I know you can hear me.”

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine when you heard a dark chuckle behind the door. A sliver of magic tore through the heavy wood of his door and it swung open, revealing him sitting in the shade on his bed with a book on his lap.

You blinked. He was dressed so casually. Bare feet, a green and soft-looking shirt with sleeves ending right below his elbows and wide black trousers reminding you of a comfy pyjama. Summing up, he looked hot.

“What are you doing here?” He was practically purring when he spoke your name, pulling a pleasant shiver from you. Something told you that Loki knew you were absolutely infatuated with him and boy, was he having fun with it. You sighed, letting it go for now. It was too hot to complain.

“I want to go swimming.”

“You want to go swimming?” Loki frowned at his book as if you’d suggested going rollerblading on the Bifrost bridge. Although… that actually sounded like a fun idea as well.

“Yes, Loki. It’s summer, it’s hot and I am melting. You’re a Frost Giant, how on Earth do you cope?”

“By staying inside where it’s cool, reading and most importantly, keeping my mouth shut.”

You grunted, closing the door behind you. “I’m gonna pretend like I was unable to take the hint to leave you alone. What are you reading?”

This time, it was Loki who sighed.

“Why don’t you ask Thor and his foolish friends? Are they giving you trouble?” he asked instead of responding to your question.

“No. Just… Because I want to spend time with you. And because they’re boring, obeying every single word the oh-so-allmighty-Odin says.” You threw your hands to demonstrate how ridiculous you found the whole situation.

Finally, Loki looked up from his book, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “What makes you think that I won’t?”

“Please. You are the God of Mischief. And rules are made to be broken, right? You remember that pretty lagoon west of the Bifrost Bridge that you told me about? The one with the cave? I want to go there. Please, Loki. Pack your book and let’s go. If I’m on a different planet, at least I want to explore it a little.”

Loki considered you for a moment, almost as if he was trying to figure out whether you were just mocking him. Then, finally, he shut his book and elegantly stood from the bed. “Very well. Let’s go.”

His smile was genuine—it had to be. His book vanished into thin air the very moment his door swung open again.

“Quick. Before Hogun realises we are not really headed to the kitchens for a cool drink.”

Loki escorted you through one of the servants’ exits to avoid the guards and more importantly, Thor and his friends. The earthy path was steep as you followed him down further and further away from the palace until you reached the shore and the ground to your feet turned into warm sand.

A small boat was swaying in the water, tied to a rock in the sand with a thick rope. Loki, however, did not make a move toward it. Instead, he offered you his hand. Intrigued, you took it. Next thing you know, he transformed into an eagle, his talons gripping your hand tightly.

You cheered when you took off and he flew across the water towards the lagoon, your naked toes grazing the cool ocean water in the process. The landing, a few minutes later, was smooth and then, just like that, Loki’s eagle aspect disappeared again.

“That was incredible! Can you turn me into an eagle as well?”

“Potentially. It takes years to master transfiguration like this. Your body would have to adjust to the new form and you would have to learn how to fly. If I transformed you now, you would quite possibly drown.”

“Right.” You turned around, taking in your new surroundings. The lagoon was stunning. It looked like the inside of a volcano, a hollowed-out rock with a pond with the clearest sea water you had ever seen in the middle. Vines, trees, and flowers all grew around it, spreading a lovely scent, and the small cave at the opposite end looked like the perfect spot for camping. The waterfall was by far the best part of it all though. It was gushing and loud, drowning out all noise from the outside and reverberating within the lagoon.

“This is beautiful. How come no one ever comes here?”

“Well… Asgardians are not too keen on swimming. Most of them never even learn it unless they’re training to fight battles. It is considered impure and in some cases, disrespectful to swim in open waters.”

Loki waved his hand, letting a dark green picnic blanket appear in the sand that mixed with green grass where you stood. Along with it, he conjured up a golden plate full of grapes, apple slices, strawberries and other fruit you didn’t recognise. He sat down on it with his book in hand.

It was then you realised you didn’t actually have any swimwear.

“What? Why is that?”

“Ah, well, you see, according to our lore, the giant Ymir was slain so the worlds could be built. His brains became the clouds, his bones became the mountains and his blood became the oceans.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’m about to swim in someone’s blood?”

Loki chuckled. “Something like that.”

You suppressed a grin. Should you? It was only the two of you here after all. And what sent a clearer signal for “I like you, I’m attracted to you and I want to have sex with you” than skinny dipping? You shrugged your shoulders. You were on a different planet. Things couldn’t exactly get any crazier from here.

You pulled off your shirt and then peeled yourself out of your shorts. Your bra came off first after that. With your back turned to Loki, you could still practically feel his blue eyes boring into you. By the time you stepped out of your knickers and revealed your arse to him, he sucked in air so loudly you could even hear it over the waterfall.

Unceremoniously and gathering all of your swimming training from your school days, you dived head-first into the clear water as gracefully as you could muster. The water was divine. It was cool and salty enough for you to float without too much effort and the little fish you saw swimming past you didn’t even seem to be scared of you. You’d have to ask Loki for some fish food for them.

“I could have conjured you some swimwear, you know.” His blue eyes were glued to you. You grinned, swimming in his direction. The clear water did very little to conceal you and it was even clearer that the God of Mischief was having a hard time not to look down.

“And where would have been the fun in that? What are you doing, come in! It’s lovely! I dare you,” you added. “Oh no, whatever will all those fancy royals at the palace say if they find out one of their princes is skinny dipping with a peasant?” Dramatically, you brought the back of your hand to your forehead and then disappeared underwater for a moment.

When you emerged, Loki was standing and taking off his clothes. Yes.

“Last time I caused an uproar, I was in the middle of a feeble attempt at taking over Midgard. They’ll be relieved to hear I have resorted to less scandalous activities.”

Seeing Loki shirtless was quite possibly the highlight of your entire day. But he didn’t give you much time to drool over his muscly pale chest and those strong arms. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. When those comfy trousers came off, he was naked and damn, was he glorious even in a flaccid state. You didn’t even bother pretending not to stare.

Loki smirked and then, much more gracefully than you, dived into the pond. He looked downright gorgeous with wet hair when he emerged only a few inches away from you, so much so that you almost forgot to keep yourself afloat.

“Cat got your tongue? You aren’t going to back out now, are you?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Loki.” For a split second, playing Marco Polo with him crossed your mind but now that you had him naked in the clear water, you could think of more… adult activities.

“Can I ask you something?” You just needed some confirmation first. He’d promised to keep you safe but did that mean he reciprocated your feelings? Not necessarily, right?

Loki raised his eyebrows at you—in a gentle, teasing manner this time.

“Why did you agree to come here with me? I mean… the others… they’d never let me be alone with you. If they knew, they’d drag me out by the hair. Or you, whoever they manage to grab first. I guess… after everything that happened between you and the entire planet Earth, I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with a human beyond a genuine promise to make up for the past.”

Loki’s face fell.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

He shook his head. “You did not. Let’s just say I forgot for a moment that you are mortal.”

Oh. “Is that bad?”

“I will have outlived you in a matter of decades. So yes. That is bad, pet.” Pet. You sincerely hoped he wasn’t able to hear the moan that escaped your lips. “I am not a villain. And it took a lot of convincing to make me realise that. So why would I not? I have no reason to meet you with hostility if you don’t either.”

You smiled at him. “That’s what I told them today, you know? That you wouldn’t have betrayed them if they hadn’t given you a reason to do so. And… That just means we’ve gotta make use of the time that we have even more, no?”

With that, you took the leap. You leaned forward, clung to him like a monkey and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your naked skin against his felt heavenly, even more so underwater. You kissed him as if your life depended on it, teeth clashing, tongues battling… your entire being lost itself in Loki, how good he tasted and how skilled of a kisser he was.

When you broke apart, you were both out of breath and a little surprised by what had just happened. Your eyes fell on his swollen lips.

“Admit it,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Admit it. You like me.”

Loki chuckled. “I wouldn’t put up with you if I didn’t, pet.”

A/N: Come say hello on my blog for more Imagines and my novels! ♥

[pocketsizedq]

Becareful Mamas

requested: could you do something about a pregnant reader going to jamie’s games, and maybe he is like super protective or something over reader cause she’s like 7 or 8 months and he just loves to fuss over her being i’m comfortable and everything?

Word Count:704

Typically, Jamie was a calm and easy going guy when it comes to you coming to his games as he knew you were a strong independent woman who could take care of herself, but now that you were pregnant it made him worry about you scared something bad would happened at the game while hes on the ice.

You also being nearly eight months pregnant made him anxious when you told him you would be coming to his last game before playoffs as you didnt want to put that stress on him.

"Jamie you can't hold me hostage at home I'm pregnant not a sick victorian child." you spoke looking at the canadian standing in the doorway as you got dressed.

"Princess" He looks down at your very pregnant figure. "you know i want you to be there. it's just not safe for you honey."

Jamie and you have been together since he first got drafted to the ducks so you were able to get to know his teammates while he did and had seen nearly all of his home games.

You still went to support them even when Jamie got injured as they were like family to you too. The organization and fans knew you and respected you as they knew you weren't some chick just with him to get with trevor.

"Im safe there just as much as i am at home" you say looking at him who has moved to sit on the bed as you put on one of the duck crewnecks that jamie had with plain pair of leggings as none of your jeans fit.

"I just don't want her or you getting hurt while i'm there" Jamie said knowing that he will be the one to take you there so you would have to sit through the warms ups and everything.

~~~

You stayed as lowkey as possible so you wouldn't bring attention to yourself. Jamie had made sure you were comfortable as He had made you sit near where the players stayed so he could keep a close eye on you.

As He help you go down the bleachers stairs before he had to go on the ice to make sure you didn’t fall he spoke softly saying a “be careful mamas.” Before planting a kiss on your head going to where he was suppose to be.

Every moment He wasn't on the ice He was making sure you were comfortable and being very protective if someone got to close to you or said something that he didn't like.

~~~~

Jamie removes his helmet when he steps down from the funnel all sweaty ready to get home and see you to make sure everything is alright going into the locker room to start untying his skates.

He saw you standing near the locker room so he knew you were alright as he started to remove the rest of the gear off of his sweaty body.

Jamie knew the smell of odor cause you to get sick so he makes sure to shower and put on a pair of clothes he brought with him.

Since He never had to do media or anything like that. He gave trevor a hug before saying bye to the rest before making his way out to you.

You were leaned up against the wall looking at your phone holding your back as it started to hurt.

Jamie made his way over to you wrapping his arms around you to which you put your phone in your pocket turning in his arms giving him a big kiss.

"ready to go home jam?" you said looking up at him you could tell by his eyes that he was tired you gently moved your hand up and down his back.

Jamie nods moving his arms from around you taking your hand into his larger one pulling his keys out of his pocket right after doing so he picks you up bridal style knowing your feet is probably swollen before you could protest he said.

"no matter how tired i am you and our little girl will always come first" Jamie spoke in a calm voice which made your heart melt and you kissed his cheek.

[eternal-dragon-of-time]

I got really into the potential of a Drakath Arcadia route. So um. I wrote it lol, here's what I think his dialogue would've looked like if he had beat out Sepulchure in the polls.

Drakath: Chaos Incarnate

Surprised to see me? You shouldn’t be. You’ve had my attention since the beginning, so who else would be worthy to be here? Ha! You don’t have to look too excited about it, knowing I took a spot from someone else you might’ve liked more is just encouraging me. I was hoping to have another battle to decide your favor, but this competition seems easy enough as well. You know how strong I am, and who better to solve your problems than someone who caused them? Don’t expect this from me ever again, but today you’ll have my full power supporting you.

Motivation: 

Initially that invitation was just good for a laugh before being tossed, but then I heard about some of the other people that were entering. Be glad it's me and not one of the nobodies I had to fight off from trying to get your affections. Besides, this is an opportunity to have you all to myself again. What do I mean by that?

Tournament:

Why are you bothering to ask? I won it easily, even the resurrected corpse was barely a work out. The hardest part was the sheer number of opponents, you had a lot of champions for your hand. I’ve never fought someone over love before. I don’t get what the fuss is about when compared to battles over the fate of Lore. I’d rate our own clash far above this.

Competitors:

Gravelyn is staring daggers into me, and Safiria looks like she is weighing the risk of drinking my chaorrupted blood. Neither of them worry me. Gravelyn spends the majority of her time fussing over an Empire I pushed to the brink of collapse, and the Vampire Queen is a bit player in a world that left her behind. More importantly, neither of them know you as well as I do.

Quest Accept: Under Umbra Wings

Finally, I was getting tired watching you waste time with the others. You and I will be taking the rightmost route up. No need to bother with the ladder, unlike the others I have wings strong enough to carry the both of us. Don’t act so shocked, I can play nice if it means winning over the others. You can even go play with the butterflies before we get started, you looked like you enjoyed it.

–

Quest Complete:

You don’t have to squirm so much. It’s not like I’m going to drop you, even with these leeches trying to crash the party. You’d know if I was going to let you fall anyways. Probably. Speaking of the overgrown mosquitos, do they look strange to you? Something is off about the way they fly, and they come apart like dolls if you press them too hard. Don’t look at me like that, try it yourself.

Quest Accept: Battle Muse

More of these fake foes, it’s like cutting through wax. I’m not a stranger to my enemies falling apart before me, but it's usually not so literal. These ones look like that usurper’s knights too. I wonder, is that intended as a taunt or a gift for me? Hm? You want to fight them for yourself? Sure, I don’t mind. It’ll be like old times, I always did like sitting back and watching you fight.

–

Quest Complete:

Sorry to cut this break short but I need to get you out of the water. Stop trying to wriggle free and look down at the pool beneath us, you can see where the pond is dyed purple from where I lingered. Guess that answers my question. I’ll be flying us over this for now. Why are you looking at me like that? As nice as it would be to have you out of my hair, I’m not going to let you go out in such a pathetic way. Besides, I still need to win this.

Quest Accept: Denial in Read

Why would there be reading material during this challenge? There was a book like this on the other climbs as well? …Nothing that has you that excited can be good, you keep your eyes to yourself. Great, more of these things are coming after us. I’ll take care of them this time, it’ll be fun to see how many more of them I can break then you. Feel free to admire my work if you want, or find something else to occupy your time if you don’t want to see me smash your record. Maybe inspect the tree trunk, or the armor pieces. Not the book.

–

Quest Complete:

You read it didn’t you, that smug look on your face is telling. Well? Aren’t you going to tell me what was in it? You’re insufferable. Whatever, I’ve cleared out the room so we can continue upwards. Hm? You pulled these gems off the armor pieces for me while you were waiting? Is this some stupid Hero’s Heart Day thing? No, you can’t take those back, I'm keeping them.

Quest Accept: A Better Toy

Have you noticed the ground get more twisted the higher we go? It almost looks like… No. It doesn’t make any sense. I would know if Chaos magic was at play here, and I don’t feel anything, no connection to it at all. We’ll find the truth of this higher up and- How did we get here!? This can’t be real, it's just some pathetic attempt to get under my skin. Well it won’t work, you’re already here to do that. I’m fine. I don’t need her. Stay behind me, I’ll gladly rend this place apart.

–

Quest Complete:

I gave up everything, my flesh, my self, my strength. All for her to use me up and abandon me. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, but sometimes I can’t help but wonder if there was something wrong with me, that if I was just stronger she would’ve let me come with her. Pathetic, isn’t it? You know, I’ve never had to wonder if I’d ever see you again. You just kept coming back again and again.

Pre-Boss Dialogue:

Stop it, I can stand on my own. I don’t need you, or her, or this thing trying to worm its way into my head. I am strong, I am worthy, I am fine alone.

End Questline Dialogue:

The reality that monster invented could never have happened, but that didn’t stop me from dreaming. It’s easier to believe that there was something I could do then face the truth. That I’m not perfect, and I was never going to be enough. Augh. I didn’t expect that to hurt so much to say. You look ridiculous being concerned over someone who’s killed you, but I can’t stop you. That's just the kind of person you are. The person I can trust you to be. I’ll remember this Hero, fondly even.

[manari-archives]

emails i can't send fwd: masterlist

note: some of the stories are not inspired by the entire song and only a couple of lines or verses.

001. emails i can't send | CS55

It's times like these, wish I had a time machine So I could see what you did And thanks to you I, I can't love right I get nice guys and villainize them

002. Vicious | CS55

You're lucky I'm a private person I've quietly carried your burden, and Everyone thinks you're an angel But, shit, I would probably use different wordin'

003. Read your Mind | MV1

To think that we could be casual You're not my friend And, baby, you never were Why the fuss if you say you just wanna be mine?

004. Tornado Warnings | LH44

I'll drive you home ,You drive me crazy But that's not gonna stop me I'll call you out, You call me "baby"

005. because i liked a boy | GR63

Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice All because I liked a boy You said I'm too late to be your first love, but I'll always be your favorite

006. Already Over | MS47

We been talkin' for hours 'bout how we shouldn't talk for hours on end Kissing after a conversation 'bout how we'd probably be better off as friends

007. how many things | LS18

I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me I wonder how many things you wanna do you think I'm in-between I feel myself falling further down your priorities And I still make excuses for you constantly

008. bet u wanna | DR3

When you don't have control of who I'm holdin' Is it feeding all your fears? Bet you miss me, bet you're reminiscin' I bet you hate the way that you said goodbye

009. Nonsense | MS47

You said you like my eyes and you like to make 'em roll Treat me like a queen, now you got me feelin' thrown, oh I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

010. Fast Times | LN4

Couple days in, I call you "baby" Three stories up here contemplatin' But what the fuck is patience Give me a second to forget I ever really meant it

011. skinny dipping | DR3

But both of us, we'll be thinking about how different we are From those scared little kids that had those Arguments in your garage All the ways we sabotaged it What it was and what it wasn't

012. Bad for Business | LH44

We look good in photographs, I like the way you like to laugh At dirty jokes, I know they'll always land Used to get to work on time, but now you're taking up my nights Never been so glad to be so tired

013. decode | MV1

There's a weight off my shoulders now that I don't chase you Being myself, did that emasculate you? Learning from you that I can walk away too

014. opposite | CL16

Oh so you do have a type? And it's not me Oh so you can reply? Just to not me So y'all are in Paris now? Guess it's public Face like that other girl,You're in love with

015. Feather | CL16

Your signals are mixed, You act like a bitch You fit every stereotype, "Send a pic" I got you blocked, Excited to never talk I'm so sorry for your loss

016. Lonesome | GR63

If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me too? Well maybe I believed in all your lies, 'cause I believed in you Why were you somewhere else when you were next to me? I know, you know, it keeps me up

017. things i wish you said | LN4

When I saw you cry, I didn't handle it well Without you here I don't know what to do with myself I hope you know it scared me to death The night that your sister said that you got in an accident

[snicker-dooodless]

RAMBLE ABOUT UR ARCANE EKKO SELFSHIP!!! DO IT WHILE IM STILL FRESH IN THE FANDOM (I have finished watching it don't worry)

I AM 100% INTERESTED IN THEM PLEASE RAMBLE💖💖

Well…if you insiiist…

This is REALLY long, don’t feel pressured to read all of it. At this point it might as well be a fic but just with my ramblings

OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY

So my sona’s name is Abigail and goes by Abbie (name pending!) and she is a rich bitch. She’s not from Piltover, she’s still from Zuan so her family isn’t THAT rich, but I would think her family has connections to the people that work with Silco (you know the guys at the long table??? Idk what they’re called) so they’re more well off than the average family in the under city. Definitely a bit spoiled, but here’s the thing, Abbie does her best (her parents don’t really let her) to work for herself, sure she’s well off, but she doesn’t want her family to be why she gets anywhere in life, she wants that all to be her and her alone.

So when Silco starts to reign and shimmer becomes something she doesn’t really know what to do. Sure, she does her best to be independent, but she’s still a smug, cocky, and spoiled brat, so worried for her own safety, she works for Silco. Not one of his right hand men, he probably doesn’t even know her name, BUT she does do some of his dirty work for the reward of Shimmer. (I haven’t watched season 1 in a while so sorry if this isn’t correct at all, at this point I’m making up my own cannon) and she gets ADDICTED. Not really in the strength way, but in the way that it makes her feel worthy. She doesn’t use enough to become super strong or whatever, but to just give her that rush.

Luckily, she stops herself before it gets to a point that it would be deadly, BUT I think the overuse of shimmer would cause a huge scar on her face. Her face that her family prided themselves on, her face that she was taught that was the most important thing about her, her face that she used to survive on the streets.

So breaking out of her shimmer addiction, now with self esteem issues, she joins the firelights, not because she needs their support (that’s what she keeps telling them anyway) but because she thinks they need her support.

Ekko, when he first meets her, HATES her, and I mean HATE. What does she know about struggling? Her whole life was given to her, unlike him who had to work for it all.

And in turn, Abbie hates him, she hates that he doesn’t even take a second glance at her to try to see past her rich background. To see how hard she actually tries. We love a good enemies to lovers

It doesn’t help that Abbie HATES training for fighting. She never fought physically in her life, her main talents are manipulation (her parents didn’t get that rich by being completely honest after all, they taught her a thing or two) This only makes Ekko thinks she’s a spoiled brat even more

But surprisingly, Ekko’s the first to fall. I think it starts (or at least when the hatred starts to dwindle) when he spots her babysitting and playing with the kids. Instead of being her usual snobby self, not wanting to get dirty, she’s letting their dirty hands play with her hair that she cares so much about, her clothes, hell she even rolled in the mud with them. Ekko usually sees her fussing over her looks (again, her parents taught her that) so seeing her throw out her worries for some kids really makes him question his first impression about her.

He doesn’t despise her now, he doesn’t enjoy her, they’re not friends (Abbie still hates him) but there’s at least a little of respect there. Instead of seeings her as ‘that one firelight recruit who’s just a rich brat who’s used to having everything handed to her’, he now sees her as ‘spoiled brat who’s not used to this kind of stuff but is good with kids’ an improvment.

But when he actually starts falling for her is when he sees how hard she was actually trying this whole time. Character development goes brrr because when she first joined she hated training, but trying to prove to Ekko that she’s worth something (not because she feels like she needs to prove herself to him, she’s just being petty) she starts training. So when Ekko stumbles in on her training until the middle of the night, exhausted, he just stares for a moment, noticing the bags under her eyes, the sweat dripping down her forehead, how tired her arms looked yet she still kept going. He left before she could notice him, but strangely he started to smile at her through the halls of the base, laughing at her sarcastic remarks instead of scoffing, and now she spots him staring at her with a dopey smile.

Abbie, takes a bit more long to start to actually like him, but she definitely falls harder. Honestly, at first (and even afterwards, although she would never admit it,) she admired Ekko. unlike her who was handed everything, he worked for everything. He made this beautiful society all on his own, not with the help of almost anyone. She almost wants to be like him.

So it’d be an understatement to say she was hurt when he didn’t hide his distaste for her, calling her spoiled, which was true but the least he could do was pretend he didn’t mind her. So her dislike towards him was mostly out of petty, she is very much petty almost all the time, I’m really not hiding the fact that if I met her irl I would punch her (which is somewhat concerning since she’s my own sona)

But she starts falling for him when she’s playing with some of the kids and he joins in (I definitely imagine a scenario, not necessarily at this specific point in their relationship, maybe when they’re actually a thing, where they play the classic knight saves the princess game with the kids) she just pauses when she sees the tough guy leader mask fall off and a soft and caring guy shine through, a guy whose own childhood got stolen from him. She doesn’t fall for him right away, but her pettiness at least starts to chip away.

But what really does it for her is when he asks her to help him with some paper work (nothing fancy, just food shipments and plans for future missions) because she, out of anyone there was used to paper work (again, her family background). She does it, expecting him to be nit picking at everything over her shoulder, but instead, he joined in, putting in his own ideas while…listening to hers. Something no one else in her past did before. If she ever gave her own ideas in any family meetings or whatever they would have, her parents would just brush it off, brush her off.

It would probably end with her falling asleep and him leaving his jacket on her for a blanket, and when she wakes up and realizes she recognizes his smell on the jacket, she knew she was in deep shit.

Usually I like making my self ships fumbling between the ‘friends (…or more…?)’ stage. But I love imagining them as a power couple, often arguing like an old married couple.

I think that when they both gained feelings for each other they would both hide them from each other, knowing that with how the world was at the moment, romance should be the last thing on their minds. I honestly think the way they would confess is if someone (maybe Ekko) would be talking and let something about their feelings slip unintentionally, cue the other just slowly turning their head to stare at them. They continue walking, trying to ignore how awkward everything was now, before Abbie slowly bumps him with her shoulder, intertwining their pinkies together, and slowly they awkwardly transition into friends but now they sometimes kiss and cuddle and hold hands and giggle while whispering to eachother during firelight meetings and sleeping in the same bed.

I like to think that Abbie had never loved literally anyone else in her whole life. Her family she thought she loved, but really, the only feelings she had for her parents were respect, they raised her, she respected them for that, but she didn’t love them, and they didn’t love her. But Ekko, Ekkos she loves. And that scares her. She knows she’s not perfect, especially her looks that she thought was the best part of here so she worries about not being enough for him.

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Sorry for the rambling, here’s just some general headcanons now.

>Ekko used to call her princess in a taunting way, but after getting together, he uses it as if he thinks it’s actually true, he wouldn’t doubt it if she was actually secretly one of the princesses that he’s read in the fairytales

>Other than princess, Ekko also calls her babe, brat (when they’re acting like a old married couple) firefly, shortie, etc

>Abbie calls him clock boy, captain, handsome, knight in shining armor, light of my life (usually when’s eh broke something or is asking him for something)

>Heimerdinger giving them knowing smirks whenever they whisper during meetings? Heimerdinger giving them knowing smirks whenever they whisper during meetings!!

>Speaking of Heimerdinger, he would so give Ekko ‘advice’ on how to make Abbie swoon, all to fancy and old school stuff that Ekko would want, but Abbie’s fancy so wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

>Ekkos favorite spot to kiss her would probably be her forehead, or her scar, while whispering about how he finds her beautiful even with it

>Abbies likes the classics. Loves kissing him on the lips. Also loves to tease him by kissing the back of his hand to fluster him

(I don’t know a good ship name for these two yet, please tell me if any of y’all can think of any lmao)

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Second Chance Chapter 3

"Thank you for coming after me tonight," Roman said quietly as they sat at the table, half-heartedly munching on crackers and pepperoni slices.

"You're welcome. I'm glad I was able to be there for you," Janus answered sincerly. "I'm just sorry I wasn't faster."

"You did your best. It would have been a lot worse if you weren't there at all.

"It was bad enough," Janus answered softly. "And you don't have to pretend it wasn't just because I showed up. It's no slight to me that this still hurt and scared you. Having help doesn't lessen the weight of what just happened to you. You don't have to invalidate yourself for my sake."

Roman nodded. "I'll try to keep that in mind." He sighed and rubbed his face. "I'm so tired, but I'm scared to sleep."

"You can sleep in the bed with me," Janus offered, "that way you won't be alone."

Roman snorted and scrubbed one eyes. "Are you sure you want me in your bed with how gross I am right now?"

"I'm sure," Janus confirmed, feeling a touch guilty that once upon a time the idea of one of them being getting into bed unwashed would have been an argument. "Your well-being is more important to me than a little sweat. Bedding is washable. You're more than welcome to shower if that would make you feel better though. We already know you fit fine into my clothes, anyway."

"I want to, but...I don't know if it would help. I don't- I feel really weird, Janus." Roman scrubbed his face with both hands.

"You're still dissociated, sweetheart, not to mention probably a little concussed. It's going to take time to recover from the shock of everything. If you want, I can sit in the bathroom with you while you shower. That way I can be there to get you out or help if you get overwhelmed."

Roman nodded. "I really just want to feel clean, Jan."

"I'll help you."

Roman blinked slowly and found himself in the tub, leaned against Janus's fully clothed chest, tucked under his chin, and covered in a soaking wet towel. The water was still running.

"What happened?"

Janus stroked his head. "You had a panic attack and fell. I was afraid you'd fall again if I tried getting you out of the shower fully, so I just covered you up and sat with you. I didn't want you getting cold, just sitting here wet so I left the water on."

"I'm tired, Janus."

"Let's get you dressed and into bed then."

"Sorry," Roman groaned and used the edge of the tub to push himself upright.

"It's alright, darling, really." Janus turned the water off and helped Roman to his feet. "You don't have to keep apologizing."

Janus stepped out of the shower and quickly grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around Roman, who let the wet towel fall with splat! and quickly covered himself up again. Janus took his arm and guided him out of the tub and helped him dry off and dress.

Roman shook his head. "You're shaking," he realized.

"I'm alright," Janus shivered. "Just need to get out of these wet clothes."

"Janus!" Roman scolded, suddenly coming fully into the moment with a sharp clarity.

"It's okay. I'm taking care of you right now, remember? And you're dressed now so I can do just that."

Roman shook his head. "Take those off, I'll go get you new clothes."

"Alright, alright, no need to fuss," Janus grumbled through chattering teeth and began stripping.

Roman slipped into the bedroom and easily found the clothes he was looking for in the same places they had always been. It was almost like they'd never broken up. Almost.

He tapped on the door before entering the bathroom again and silently held out the clothes.

Janus snatched them up gratefully with a muttered thanks. His hands shook as he tried to get them on as quickly as he could, causing him to nearly trip himself as he stepped into the underwear.

Roman caught him and propped him upright again. "Let me help," he said softly.

Janus's heart fluttered to hear that tone from him again and he nodded, letting Roman help dress him in turn.

"You're always so cold," Roman complained and pulled Janus into his arms, trying to warm him, once he was fully dressed again.

"And you're always so warm," Janus shuddered, nuzzling into his chest.

"You should have changed first."

Janus shook his head. "That would have taken too long. I didn't want to distress you further. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Ready to try to get some rest."

"Let's go lie down then."

---

"Janus?" Roman spoke into the dim light that seeped from under the bathroom door. Janus had insisted on leaving the light on for him in lieu of a proper night light.

"Yeah, Ro?"

"I'm sorry too. I was mean and snappy, I just...wasn't kind. I was awful at communication and I just blamed you instead of trying to do better."

"In your defense, sometimes it was my fault," Janus pointed out and turned on his side. "Neither of us were great at communicating and we both dug our heels in rather than trying to sort it out. I forgive you, darling."

"Thank you," Roman spoke softly. "I forgive you too."

Janus smiled and nuzzled a little closer to Roman's side. "Look at us, communicating like healthy adults. How far we've come."

Roman snorted. "It only took us how many years?"

"That doesn't matter. We're figuring it out now. That's what's important."

"I've really missed you, Jan," Roman nearly whispered.

"I've missed you too. I can't tell you how shocked I was to hear your voice when you called tonight."

"I wasn't sure you'd even answer," Roman admitted. "I just...didn't know what else to do. I didn't have anyone else to call."

"I'm going to be honest, I didn't even realize it was you at first. I didn't bother checking the caller ID."

Roman was quiet a moment, staring up at the ceiling above him. "Would you have answered if you did know?"

"Yes," Janus answered without hesitation, watching the outline of Roman's profile. "At that hour of the night, absolutely. I would have answered anyway, but at that time of night? There are no good phone calls after midnight. I never hated you, Roman. I hope you know that. We fought, and things didn't work out between us, but I never hated you."

"I never hated you either. I was just...selfish."

"We both were. You always see people talk about going separate ways because they're too different. I think for us, we were too much the same. Both had the same needs and wants that we couldn't figure out how to fulfill for each other. We couldn't give each other what neither of us had. Our problems were mutual, sweetheart, don't just blame yourself."

Roman snorted. "I don't know about that. I think I've been the problem in every relationship I've been in."

"So have I. That doesn't mean none of our past partners have been perfect or without issue. Recognizing your flaws takes an incredible amount of maturity, it's not something everyone is willing to do. I wasn't doing it while we were together. Unfortunately, recognizing that is only half the battle, the rest is working on those issues. And that can be really difficult to do, especially with an unsupportive partner. And I wasn't very supportive of you."

Roman turned to Janus and snuggled closer, letting his eyes fall closed. "You're supporting me now. Thank you for doing that."

Janus stroked his hair as he drifted off. "You're welcome, my love."

[pulim-v]

POV for your current project please?

RHBH doesn't have a full scene yet so I'll pick an FGCC one. How about Not Your Fault then? Since I haven't gotten the chance to write Spark's POV that much

POV — something that’s already happened, retold from another character’s perspective

Not Your Fault - Side B

"Dad was right… I really am useless…" Spark thought, as tears ran down their face, their body trembling as they continuously thought about what had happened that day in the lab.

“Spark? Are you okay?” Spark heard someone speak, from the low tones of their voice it must've been Fern. They lifted their head, realizing that, to their dismay, Fern was fully able to see their little show. They needed to try and salvage this.

“Oh. Hi, Fern, I was just about to head out” Spark said, not managing to muster up the energy to actually get up. They let out a sigh. “Sorry, I think I need a moment.”

"Fuck", Spark thought, "I'm crying in front of her, I have to stop crying, I need to get better, I don't want him to see me like this".

“Don’t worry, it’s okay. Can I sit here with you for a bit?” Fern said, which calmed Spark down a bit

“Sure, I don’t mind” Spark said, still hiding their face in their arms to not make a fuss of it any further.

Spark heard Fern sit down by their side, one of her wings slightly brushing against their shoulder, and tried to calm down and hold back their tears. It would be fine, they didn't have to explain anything to Fern.

“What happened?”

Shit. Well they just needed to formulate an answer and keep calm, it will be fine, they can do this rationally.

“If you don’t want to answer, that’s okay, I can just-”

“It’s my fault… I’m the one who blew up the lab…” Spark said, struggling to hold back tears as their mind once more ran through the events they caused.

“What? How? Wasn’t it Mist who misplaced that beaker?” Fern said, halting Spark's thoughts for a moment. Mist did misplace a beaker...

“Heh, I guess so. Even then, it’s still mostly my fault.” Spark stopped crying, and was able to steady their voice more. It wasn't fully their fault! They weren't useless due to this, the supposed perfect student also messed up!

“Ah, don’t worry about it then, if that dumbass didn’t do that the lab would still be intact, right?” Fern snickered as Spark felt a strong blow hit their shoulder, nearly falling over.

Spark didn’t respond at first, just quickly turned around with their eyes shut and hugged Fern. Their snout rested right next to Fern’s face, hands clasped together around his back. They felt his feathers lightly grazing their face and slowly opened their eyes, their blurry vision trying to focus on the classroom wall.

“Thanks, Fern, this really helps.” Spark said, their breathing steadying as they calmed down, letting out a few more tears.

“What? Oh, um… no problem!” Fern said awkwardly. A few moments later, Spark felt his hands slowly touch their shirt, as Fern returned their hug.

Man, Spark needed to get their shit together. They really shouldn't keep crying like this in front of their friends, Fern probably thought they were a wimp now. Still, all came out fine, Spark was a lot better now, and, well... the accident wasn't even TOTALLY their fault, so why should they beat themself up over this?

AAAAAAND SCENE

Hope you enjoyed this <3 sorry for the long wait, this took a really long time to write since it was Hard to get into Spark's head here lmao

[seramilla]

...had an idea for college au

"Are you sure you're alright? You know I don't mind if you just want to stay home right?" Carmilla asked softly as she picked up Seras bag to carry it for her, fussing and fretting over her wife of four months.

"I'd never survive being a stay home wife and mother. I'd be bored to tears in two days. I'll be fine Milla." Sera said smiling fondly at her wife who continued to fret and fuss.

"You could be my sugar baby." Carmilla offered without thinking and Sera...she didn't know what that term meant. But it had Vaggie snorting her juice out her nose, Clara cackling and Odette sighing. Charlie and Emily were also confused.

"I don't know what that term means but by the girls reactions? Not going to happen lover." Sera said flatly and unimpressed and Carmilla grinned and pulled her closer, kissing her softly and lovingly.

"I'd be more than happy to explain what it means to you. Perhaps even show you." Carmilla promised voice low and seductive and Seras cheeks were aflame and she felt a bit lightheaded.

"Mama stop making mum faint. It's probably not good for her or the baby." Odette chided as she supported Seras side and Carmilla was immediately worried and fretting and apologetic.

"I still can't believe you did this." Carmilla said looking at Charlie who held her hands up defensively.

"Hey don't blame me! You know my powers go a bit overboard after being tightly contained for so long! She was the one who said she wished she could give you another child so that the girls could have a sister and the whole family could enjoy having a baby around!" Charlie said defensively.

"I'm not blaming you princess...I'm honestly just glad your Genie Power decided to make her be the one to carry the baby." Carmilla said and then she gently kissed her beautiful amazing loving wife.

"I already experienced that joy two and a half times...I don't mind smothering you in love and affection as you carry our newest family member though!" Carmilla said softly and Clara leaned closer to her sisters.

"How do you think the college, especially the people hitting on mum, will react once her pregnancy becomes obvious? And her being married to mama. Cause I don't see them able to hide it when she starts showing."

LMAO! Cute! At this point, I am just going to assume that every AU on this page ultimately ends in a pregnancy. 😂😂

Oh, that darn Charlie and her half-succubus powers! 😂😂 I'm assuming that's how she helped Carmilla and Sera get pregnant, anyway. The school year probably ends, and the crew heads back to Heaven/Hell before Sera really starts showing. But Carmilla and Sera role play that Sera is her sugar baby. You know, to keep things fresh and exciting in the bedroom. 😆

[ofdragonsdeep]

26: Zip

Energy, vim.

A young dragonet is keen to explore Tuliyollal.

(Dawntrail spoilers!)

It had been a chaotic arrival to the Tuliyollal docks.

Wuk Lamat had explained to them that the coral reefs made the docking of larger ships impossible, while Erenville had rown out with a skeleton crew from the galley. She had also explained that everyone arriving in Tuliyollal was granted leave to visit the city by the Landsguard. And then she had admitted that she wasn't sure if the Landsguard had ever seen a dragon before.

"That's ok!" Orn Mahr had declared, in a language Wuk Lamat didn't speak. "I can tell them I'm friendly!"

"I don't think that will work."

They were left waiting on the boat instead, Orn Mahr getting more anxious to be off by the second. Stoh Oosh, her languerous bulk coiled today around the main mast, had elected not to simply drop into the ocean below and follow them out of the goodness of her heart.

"This seems like an awful lot of fuss," Mitron remarked, his rod cast over the edge of the ship while they waited. "Aren't you a princess? Can't you wave your royal decree in their faces and make them let us in?" Wuk Lamat pouted at that.

"I am not a princess. I am the Third Promise," she disagreed. "And… no, not really. But I can get you some good food once we disembark!"

"I am not sure that will soothe our young draconic charge," Haurchefant said, a frown settling in on his face. There was a great deal of the day left, at least, but Ar'telan wasn't sure they'd be able to use much of it.

---

Eventually, they were waved ashore by Erenville, far enough away that only Stoh Oosh herself could see the motion. Haurchefant, rather than wrestle his wheelchair into the tiny rowboats with him upon it, begrudgingly agreed to let Stoh Oosh pick him up in her incredibly prickly mouth. She wrapped her whiskers around him for stability, the very picture of gentleness.

"But a few years back, this would have been cause to send a sorrowful letter to my father," he said, a grimace on his face at the inelegant situation.

"I still can, if you'd like," Ar'telan offered, which got a snort from Alisaie.

"No, no, I am quite fine, thank you."

---

They were met on the docks by an incredibly perplexed mamool ja, who cast his gaze between the group of people he was expecting, and the incredibly large lizards he was not.

"And they're not beasts?" he asked. Erenville sighed.

"No. For the tenth time," he disagreed.

"We will do our best to keep thy nation from alarm," Stoh Oosh assured him, Haurchefant dropped into Ar'telan's arms to help him back into the wheelchair. The mamool ja jumped, rubbing his head. No dragons meant no dragonspeak, so the innate understanding was likely a new sensation for him.

"R-right. Well, I'll, uh, get the paperwork done," he said. Ar'telan noted that he had not so much as recognised Wuk Lamat.

They were going to have their work cut out for them.

---

"I want to see the markets, and the boats, and the food stalls! Oh and the guards in their fancy uniforms, I want to see the birds…"

"Does he actually know any words?" Wuk Lamat asked, watching Orn Mahr chattering to any who woul dlisten. Ar'telan sighed.

"Yes. He speaks Meracydian," he replied. "He has decided he doesn't want to learn the 'lesser languages'."

"He knows but a few scant centuries. He will learn," Moh Rhei said, nodding his head.

"A few centuries?" Wuk Lamat repeated.

"Our kind live far longer than the flickering spark of mortal life," Stoh Oosh said, a statement which sent everyone near where they had gathered on the beachfront scattering.

"Like the Tural Vidraal…" Wuk Lamat mused. "A-anyway. It's probably best if you don't go flying about the city. People will get concerned. So if you stay down here until people are used to you…"

"I am content to wait, Third Promise. Thy concern is appreciated, but misplaced."

"R-right. Well, I was keeping this a secret until later, but I had rooms for all of you arranged at the For'ard Cabins," she said. "They look out over the sea! So maybe Stoh Oosh can stay there?"

"It will do for the moment," Stoh Oosh decided.

"Are we going somewhere?" Orn Mahr asked, flying in loops in the air.

"Soon, Orn Mahr," Ar'telan reassured him. "Thank you, Wuk Lamat."

"I'll stay with Stoh Oosh while you get the guided tour," Mitron offered. "Make sure nobody reports her to the local hunters. Not that I think they're a threat to her, but I'd rather not have to clean that up."

"It would be better to not cause a city-wide incident on our first day as guests here," Ar'telan agreed. "We'll be back later." Mitron cracked a smile at that.

"Don't lose your little dragonet."

---

Orn Mahr had a lot of opinions about Tuliyollal. Most of them were about how slow his entourage were.

"This would be great for dragons!" he said, winging his way with ease up to the aetheryte plaza. "But I don't know why you built it like this for walking people."

"Is that a compliment?" Wuk Lamat asked, squinting at Orn Mahr's tone of voice. Ar'telan grimaced.

"…Not really. He doesn't really do those," he replied. Wuk Lamat, for a mercy, had loaned her considerable strength to helping Haurchefant up the very steep ramps - they were not stairs, which was a start, but they were entirely to steep for him to safely manouevre on his own steam. Haurchefant, who had grown up scrambling up ladders and around the cliffside, and who had nonetheless adapted with grace to the various inclines of Ishgard, had contained his displeasure with the situation to a constant frown.

"Keep up!" Orn Mahr demanded, wheeling in front of them before taking off at full tilt for the aetheryte. Ar'telan sighed.

"…I think I will keep my climbs to a sensible minimum today," Haurchefant said, heaving an exhausted breath when they finally levellled off. Ar'telan held out a hand to attune to the aetheryte, trying to hide the grimace.

"Koana brought them over from Sharlayan!" Wuk Lamat informed them, her face beaming with pride. "Father was so taken with them, he had them installed all across Yok Tural."

"Did you not have any means of aetheric transport before?" Ar'telan asked, surprised. Meracydia did not have aetherytes, that was true, but they had an equivalent. Not that he had ever had cause to use them, though he was still attuned to the tree in Hess Oohr.

"Nope! Before Father took charge, not many would have used them," Wuk Lamat replied. "Most of the people who travelled only did so for trade, and you can't take an alpaca by aetheryte."

"True enough," Haurchefant said. "Still, now I am up here, it will save me the rather perilous climb a second time." Orn Mahr alighted on the top of the aetheryte, flapping his wings excitedly.

"Wow! I can see all the way out to the sea from here!" he exclaimed. "There's not many boats. Do you get sea monsters? Big whales? Nasty ships to eat?"

"You have never 'eaten' a ship in your life, Orn Mahr," Ar'telan replied, shaking his head in despair.

"…I don't think I want to know," Wuk Lamat decided.

---

There was a particular beauty in a city built into the side of a cliff.

Beauty in the setting sun casting the houses in bright and radiant orange. Beauty in the long horizon that stretched out from the walkway railings. Beauty in the way that people had hewn paths from the stone and lined them carefully for all to use.

But it was difficult.

None of the city was off-limits to Haurchefant, but his vastly diminished energy had sent him back to the cabins long before Wuk Lamat was done with her tour. Orn Mahr had decided halfway through that nothing save the offerings of every food stall in Bayside Bevy would satisfy him, and it had taken every trick Ar'telan knew to keep him on track, however briefly. The city was full of people who seemed delighted to share in its joys, and Ar'telan found it entirely overwhelming.

Eventually, Wuk Lamat had taken them to Xbalyav Ty'e, a restaurant on the beachfront that served 'amazing tacos'. Ar'telan had never had a taco before, but he was more concerned that Orn Mahr would demolish the place if he had to wait even a microsecond too long.

The shop's proprieter was friendly with Wuk Lamat, like everyone who recognised her seemed to be, and tolerated the strange little lizard that attempted to talk his ear off in a completely foreign language. Ar'telan tried to apologise for him as Wuk Lamat took the bag of tacos, and he was immediately waved away.

"He's just like a kid with wings," the man dismissed. "Not that having wings would help a lot of them kids, I'll admit. Keep an eye on him, hey?"

"I will do my best," Ar'telan said, cringeing in embarrassment.

---

Disaster struck as soon as they left the premises.

Ar'telan had met a two-headed mamool ja exactly once before, in the Wanderer's Palace in La Noscea. He had been mostly concerned with oppressing the tonberries, and Ar'telan had knocked some sense into him and the invading force. At the time, he had been somewhat helpless to watch as the tonberries had made the lesson permanent.

This one also seemed mostly concerned with throwing his weight around. Specifically, into Wuk Lamat, and then on top of their tacos.

Ar'telan was not stupid enough to start a fight in the street over a replaceable bag of food. Wuk Lamat seemed inclined to turn the other cheek - or at least not rise above a bark.

Unfortunately, the two of them were not the only members of their party.

"HOW DARE YOU??????" Orn Mahr bellowed. The cackling mamool ja was immediately beset upon by about five ponze of pure, righteous fury.

"What in the hells are you?" the brasher of the two heads demanded, his arms raised up to try and swat the little dragonet out of the sky.

"Orn Mahr, please-" Ar'telan tried, but his please fell on deaf ears.

"YOU WILL SUFFER FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSIONS AGAINST THE CULINARY ARTS!" Orn Mahr declared, landing atop the red head and battering at him ineffectually with his little paws.

"Orn Mahr, he doesn't understand a word you're saying," Ar'telan implored, internally dying of embarrassment.

"TREASON! HERETIC! DEFILER!"

"He seems very determined," Wuk Lamat said, blinking in awe at the display.

"Brother! Get this thing off my face!"

One of their shared hands left the futile effort of trying to catch the swarming dragonet, and instead began to channel a tiny ball of fire. Ar'telan narrowed his eyes.

"No."

The protective magic snapped around Orn Mahr mere seconds before the fireball would have hit him. He squeaked, scattering away from the much larger mamool ja, and ducking behind Ar'telan for safety.

"You should control your flying rats a little more closely, kitty cat," said the blue head. Wuk Lamat scowled.

"We don't need to waste our time with this braggart," Ar'telan said, seeing her hands clench into fists. "Let's go and meet up with the others." The mamool ja laughed at that, a mocking, belly-deep laugh from both heads in unison.

"Yes. Let's," Wuk Lamat muttered, stomping off towards the cabins. Ar'telan cast a final glance back at the pair, before walking off after her.

"He's mean," Orn Mahr complained, from where he was gripped onto the back of Ar'telan's robe.

"He's a bully. He's nothing special," Ar'telan replied.

"Next time I'll step on his tacos," Orn Mahr grumbled.

[nowis-scales]

Hinoka "Birthday" Headcanons

"Birthday" is in quotations here because these are intended to be in celebration of her birthday, but obviously, I am several days late on that. In my defence... I had longtime friends in town the weekend of her birthday, and after that I was working with kids for 40 hours a week, so... I decided we would try to approximately hit her birthday this time. I don't get to see those friends much and kids are so great but so tiring, so I hope you can forgive me lol.

Still, we got here in the end. Now we can do another round of headcanons to celebrate Hinoka!

‣ The most plain speaker among her siblings. She can put on thick layers of etiquette for banquets, but otherwise, she can’t really be bothered. That also means she’s the most likely to curse or use slang among them. It’s always a shock to new recruits in the army the first time they hear her speak so plainly, but it’s not unwelcome. She has broken the ice during more than a few difficult moments, simply by a well-timed, “Well, that fucking sucks.”

‣ Hinoka is like if a border collie was a person in the sense that she has a need to be useful pretty much at all times. If she's not being active and helping others, she gets rather restless. She needs to have a task to keep her going, lest she fall into boredom and start thinking too hard about things she probably shouldn't be thinking about. This has garnered her a bit of a reputation around Shirasagi Castle Town for being an incredibly kind and helpful young lady... and a reputation among her friends and family for being someone to watch for burnout.

‣ Not a morning person. At all. Even if she’s waking up for training, she’s going to be a real grump. Maybe not as much as Jakob, but still — Hinoka is not sunshine and roses in the morning. If anything, she's honestly kind of grumbly. There's not even really a meanness associated with it, she just has the sort of demeanour of someone who genuinely doesn't want to be bothered. If you speak to her, you're likely to only get super curt answers. She may not even acknowledge you at all and just keep going about her day. She wakes up gradually from there, of course, but before a certain hour... just consider talking to her a lost cause.

‣ She fusses over her hair like, way more than she is willing to admit. It's harder to tell because she keeps it short, but she has the same sort of hair texture as her father, so it is an uphill battle every morning to make it lie flat and proper. No matter how carefully she sleeps, she always wakes up with bedhead. Then, she has to make a whole routine of brushing and styling it just so it looks right. Too prim and proper, and she just doesn't look like herself. Too messy and lazy, and it just makes it seem like she doesn't care. It's a delicate balance that she has to achieve with her hair, but she would never admit to anyone just how much time she spends trying to get it right... Although her annoyance with Ryoma's tendency to affectionately ruffle his younger siblings' hair has given people some hints in the past.

‣ Hinoka has a tendency to talk in her sleep. Well, sort of. To be honest, she doesn't have a tendency to talk as much as she does to laugh in her sleep, but that's a bit more disturbing to people who have never heard it before. It's not even an evil laugh, either, just a regular happy fits of giggles here and there. Those who know her better tend to find it comforting instead, because that way, they know that she is having happy dreams. If she's not having a happy dream, though, that's where the talking starts... and considering Hinoka is the kind of person to have those disconnected dreams that don't really follow one central plotline, you can end up hearing her say some weird stuff to deal with the situation. And 9/10, she doesn't remember what she was dreaming about in the morning, so if you wanted to know why she had to steal the magic gyoza back from King Garon, you're out of luck.

‣ Super flexible. The girl is downright acrobatic at times, it’s impressive. She’s super bendy and can twist herself into a pretzel if need be. Most of the time, she uses her powers for good, but sometimes she likes to do something she shouldn’t be able to do just to freak Takumi out. For whatever reason, her powers of flexibility disturb him. So, like any good sibling, she uses them to tease him a bit.

‣ Between Azama and Setsuna as retainers, Hinoka has grown to be quite accepting of people's little quirks. Is she still put off by them sometimes, maybe when she's caught off-guard? Sure. But does she treat them with anywhere near the levity that others might? Not really. Once she's got a hold on something like that, she just kind of tends to roll with the punches. Odin's talking strangely? Well, she can probably figure out what he has to say, it's not that much different from courtier talk. Hayato's all fussed up about being treated like a kid? She'll just do what she used to do for Takumi around then and try and encourage him a little. That being said, however, she doesn't always have an easy time with it... if anyone knows how to handle Camilla's doting and flirty tendencies, she would really appreciate the advice.

‣ Her time spent establishing a bond of trust with her pegasus has had the unintended side effect of most animals naturally trusting her. After all, like regular horses, pegasi are also skittish. It takes a lot of time to create a bond trust with them, and make them feel like you won’t hurt them. Keeping a calm, level head is oftentimes apart of that, and now that Hinoka’s learned the skill for her pegasus, she can apply it to other animals as well. The joke’s a bit in poor taste, but Azama even joked that her ability to deal with nervous creatures is why Sakura feels comfortable talking to her in their shared letters — it’s her way of adapting to her sister’s needs, just like she would for a pegasus.

‣ No matter how she learns and grows over the course of her stories, Hinoka still just can't let herself be beaten by a Nohrian. Initially yes, it is a prejudice thing, but as time goes on, it becomes more about a friendly competitive patriotism. With so much time apart, the two countries haven't had much time to interact with one another and show off the best of each of their respective countries, so she likes to take the opportunity to show off just what a Hoshidan can do. Thankfully, as her intentions purify themselves, so too do those of the Nohrians, and she tends to inspire a spirit of friendly competition as their truce goes on!

‣ Has serious trouble depending on others. She is ferociously independent and often insists upon it, disliking asking for help or being seen failing in any way. Given Hoshido's history with sexism, her position as a warrior, and her place in the public eye... She knows that some will look to her as a perfect representation of all women. If she is to admit defeat or ask for help in front of others, then she is more likely to be perceived as weak. After years of fighting to be where she is, she is far too proud to step back now. As a result, she can tend to push herself too hard, regardless of whether she will actually reap any benefits from doing so.

[sweatertheman]

even though i can tell you had 100% good intentions with it, i'll still politely request you delete the katana zero psychopathy post for two reasons:

1. psychopathy is generally a problematic diagnosis: its symptoms are based almost entirely on the subjective view of the people studying a person (not treating them. studying them). it primarily includes such things as:

criminal activity (only 'diagnosable' after the fact)

lacking empathy (not uncommon)

not showing regret or remorse (as far as the person making the diagnosis can tell)

not being able to form real interpersonal connection (every interpersonal connection that seems real gets re-interpreted as cunning manipulation)

defiance against authority (i don't have to spell out why that's not a good symptom for diagnosis)

"deviant sexual interests" (again, i don't have to spell that one out)

coldness (measured by the person making the diagnosis)

and, especially in children, an already existing diagnosis of adhd.

it's questionable whether psychopathy can be 'misdiagnosed' since the symptoms are mostly things that are attributed after the person making the diagnosis has already decided that they think someone is a psychopath. it's extremely subjective, and very little of it actually takes the person's own experience into consideration. in fact, there are a lot of studies actively disproving that the symptoms above have anything to do with heightened criminal activity (the thing psychopathy is said to cause). if nearly every diagnosis turns out to be a 'misdiagnosis' upon closer inspection, does that mean something was misdiagnosed, or maybe that the diagnosis is inherently wrong in of itself?

2. your post puts a lot of emphasis on there being or not being an "official" diagnosis. this makes me a little uneasy. what's official? in history, a lot of institutions have given very much official diagnoses to their patients- to imprison, torture or kill them. the idea that an official psychopathy diagnosis would make a difference one way or another implies that a greater authority can decide on someone's diagnosis and how to treat/use said someone based on it. i am sure that in zero's files, there probably is an official diagnosis for psychopathy, or if there isn't, one could be made at a moment's notice by his psychiatrist, an official mental health professional.

again, i recognise that you didn't mean anyone harm with your post, but the argument you make in it is flawed in its premise. you're absolutely right that the gamma null project just grabbed any kid that would kill people without a lot of fuss, but starting the argument by disproving zero's, fifteen's and headhunter's case of psychopathy is not the right way to go, since it implies that if there were nulls who were "real, officially diagnosed" psychopaths, the case would be different.

i hope this ask isn't upsetting, but i've seen you respond in the post itself and i thought you handled that really well, so hopefully it'll be the same with this.

yeah no, dont worry about it, it's all good!i m still not entirely sure where people are getting the idea that i was saying the NULL would not be deserving of decent treatment of they were "real psychopaths" from, but i guess i can delete the post, considering i was mistaken in my definition of psychopathy.

i would like to say that i feel like everything you've pointed out here is both useful and interesting! the fact that psychopathy is not a legitimate diagnosis and that it could be handed out on a whim based on whatever feelings the examiner has lends further credence to the idea that New Mecca doesn't care about these people at all and justifies its atrocities however it can! "official diagnosises" here just means getting a doctor to tell them whatever they already wanted to hear, that being that the NULL are actually evil soulless bastards and any mistreatment is justified if it means keeping them in line. anything to dehumanize the NULL. i dont really know how else to put it considering you laid it out so well in the ask!

i will reiterate again that i didnt mean to imply that Zero, Fifteen, and Headhunter being "real psychopaths" would have in any way made the NULL project somehow less terrible and inhumane. only that new mecca doesn't actually care if the NULL they create are "real psychopaths." it doesn't matter to them how social these people are, what connections they can and cannot form. they will claim that they're anti-social freaks regardless. psych is actively uncomfortable with the idea that Zero would be forming actual social connections.

i do agree though that my phrasing wasn't very well thought out and i guess it's easily misunderstood. when i made the post, i didnt know that psychopathy is not a real diagnosis, and was conflating the term psychopathy with the idea of someone who is antisocial, incapable of forming bonds, feels no guilt or remorse, and etc. when i set out to disprove the psychopathy of the NULL, i was trying to draw attention to the fact that the government and psych were trying to dehumanize the NULL by labelling them as psychopaths, even if they don't actually meet the criteria they had set out.

thanks for sending this message to me, you laid things out very well. ill delete the other post.

[ihavenothingtodo10220]

do u ever think how in life we are told to aim for so much success and reach our full potential but then every other average person including celebs, idols etc etc are or have already done so, so why should we also need so much wealth or why should we need to put ourselves out there.

im constantly torn between wanting a simple affordable life that id be happy with maybe in the countryside (but its not affordable nowadays to live simply we still have to slave away) and the other side is that i have a need to constantly prove myself and to gain some type of recognition cause we are always told from kids to aim for the top paying jobs etc etc, most of that is what celebs have or do. i mean it cant always be that great what do rich ppl keep buying for each other dont they run out of things to own eventually cause they already own most rich people items?

fair enough if celebs and idols have talents but i dont im not even remotely pretty enough to do whatever it is they do but again its alwayd the what if i wouldve done things differently, maybe it would feel less narcissitic to want a bit of what celebs have if i already had done something differently yonks ago

the other issue is i no longer feel so attached to society if at all like i dont care to succeed i dont care to fail, im neither fussed if im alive or dead it just dont matter to me anymore, in the end the only thing thats going to happen is i will eventually pass away so no ones exactly going to miss me even in death or heaven as people still have their own lives i wouldnt or havent been anyone special at all

its almost saying how it only matters if its someone rich and famous so we have to be a somebody in order to be remembered otherwise we generally end up being a nobody as it is the way the internet goes into meltdown when celebs pass away as if it wasnt to be expected at some point. but if we arent on social media or we dont have a following we honestly do not matter even if we dont have partners or social group either like im so irrelevant no one gonna notice bar immediate family if i stop existing rofl

the way we have to do everything via a screen and screens are everywhere doesnt help me at all cause i feel further distanced from folk and like i dont belong, i dont need nor want a following but its almost being forced on all of us like people.

even idols cant do anything without needing to show their fans but the idols wouldnt notice every single fan to ever exist would they? all the interactions with celebs that fans have is always monentary or beifly. stays even treat bangchan like a long term permenanttherapist friend. yet neither if them truly know one another, so why do we get so attached to the idea of having thoughts and feelings towards someone whos never going to know us so again it dont matter if we do or dont exist as long as these idols and celebs briefly have enough fame for them to get by

but then what am i someone who just does nothing for a living cause i dont want what others want out of life if that makes sense? i either end up feeling like im from the wrong era dont belong with my generation dont belong with next generations would probably have preferred being in previous generations when things were simpler and affordable

sorry if this ask is a bit morbid, nihilistic or pessimistic i have so many mixed thoughts and feelings about existing lately what do you think? i mean obviously there is much narcissism in the world as it is so wouldnt we just be adding to it? am i just having nearly mid life crisis early? idfk anymore

Honestly people tell you to aim high because not only is it the best way to survive, but also because you can easily improve things. Many people who’ve done a lot were considered sub par, and the main reason they did was pure spite to the people who looked down on them and had more, and then they eventually became those people. It’s a cycle, and it’s human nature. And in this society, whether we like it or not, only the successful can truly be sure they can make it. Even middle-class families can easily crash and burn in the blink of an eye with losing their job and end up without anything to eat. But the successful don’t really have to worry about that, because they have a lot to fall back on. Things are also getting more and more expensive, and only the wealthy can really keep up with that. It’s sad, but reality.

And yeah, I think fans put so much pressure on idols because they’re just that. Idols. They idolize them and see them as these perfect beings far above any and everything, and they delude themselves into thinking they can be with them one day. So if an idol makes one wrong move, or dates someone, that false image comes crashing down. You don’t see that in the west simply because we don’t idolize celebrities to that same capacity. To us they’re not necessarily idols, and they’re much more open about their humanity.

[silver-heller]

I saw that post you reblogged about Mordecai's genuine smile, along with Mordecai being gentle with Silver, and I'd be really curious to hear what makes him so genuine/gentle with Silver and, or, how their relationship started.

(I ramble but, hopefully this makes sense. Keep in mind I am speaking from my own view of Mordecai.)

So, the start of Mordecai and Silver's relationship was inspired by some quote somewhere (wish I remembered from where) that Mordecai is used to people being intimidated by him due to his demeaner, and wouldn't know what to do if someone wasn't.

The first thing Silver does is laugh when Mordecai attempts to be frightening, in fact, laughing was kind of the only thing Mordecai could get Silver to do at first, so it set up a situation where Mordecai couldn't put on his usual persona. Otherwise he just wouldn't get anywhere with Silver.

Still, in most cases, I do agree that Mordecai would probably give up on that sort of relationship, and just shrug the person off as weird or even rude, disliking being the butt of some unspoken joke. I imagine a meeting where Silver didn't work for the Lackadaisy would be very different. But, he couldn't help but be curious about Silver, who brought so many questions with him. Such as who was he really, why was he close to Atlas, why he didn't do very well with people and refused to speak, and Mordecai's natural desire for answers kind of just kicked in.

Silver turning out to be actually rather melancholy in nature despite Mordecai knowing him, at first, to be rather giggly and adorable, only adds to this. When someone doesn't communicate very much, it can be easy for them to appear like a walking contradiction on the surface, which gave Mordecai a puzzle and kept him interested.

I also don't think Mordecai is overly terse towards his coworkers by default, at least not at first. With Viktor, its clear his stubbornness and overall behavior gets under Mordecai's skin, and Mordecai's pension of being blunt leads to arguments (and even then he still likes Viktor, so, his tolerance, me thinks, is higher than one would think). He's a businessman like Atlas, or tries to be despite his overly picky and petty nature, so professionalism and politeness are probably his go tos when it comes to interactions. It's only when, in cases such as Viktor, the Savoys, or Asa, they begin to significantly get on his nerves, or they are on the opposite side of his own, such as with Rocky, that he mouths off, in my opinion.

But, in comparison, Silver was the model coworker (and still is in many ways even after he begins speaking). He'd do what he was told without complaints, he did a good job and rarely caused any issues, he'd always be on time, waiting very early for the two due to anxiety, so on and so forth. So Mordecai, who can relate to others complaining about his cold attitude despite him doing his work quite well, doesn't see any reason to put up a fuss about Silver. If anything, he accommodates Silver in turn despite how silly it might seem to outsiders, not minding that Silver rarely likes to talk, and respecting his overall need for space, peace, and quiet (again, something else he can relate to).

I also think it helps that Silver was a completely silent cat when they first started working together. And I often joke that this is the reason Mordecai ended up "trapped" with his near opposite, Silver being more emotional and chatty than him, because Silver's initial, nonintrusive nature made Mordecai feel comfortable having Silver in his space more. If anyone asked why he was so gentle to Silver, he'd genuinely be confused and ask, "What is there to argue about?". I headcanon that Mordecai wasn't as cut-throat when he started out, he'd just started working for Atlas and was still adjusting to the reality that this was his life now, so I think he was more inclined to attempt to maintain the company he was given as a form of stability.

The two definitely hae arguments and their moments of strain when Silver first began to speak, but even Mordecai himself would compare it to his relationship with Viktor. Which is to say, Silver is still important to him and he'd still want Silver around, even if it took an adjustment period. Plus, there were signs earlier on that Silver was of a more fiery personality, so he was at least a little prepared as time went on.

Again, hope that all made sense! I just love talking about these two, especially their early relationship, it fascinates me.