#Dumbass comic for an OC yet again

[sub-urbanwitch]

My Dragonborn is the ugliest bastard this side of Tamriel. That did not stop his wife.

[alwaysmellowkryptonite]

About Me

Name: Krypt

Age: 18+ <- This dumbass is somehow a legal adult

Stuff to Know:

* I'm an AAA battery; Autistic, Anxious, and ADHD (+ Depression, but eh)

Interests/Hobbies:

* Reading (If mostly fanfics and comics)

* Drawing (Ocs, friend's blorbos and fan art)

* Gardening and Florigraphy (I wanna start a garden someday, and flower language is really neat^-^)

Fandoms:

DC Comics (Particularly Batman- Cartoons, webtoon, 1960s live action series <- I miss how lighthearted and silly it was)

Undertale & Deltarune (I just adore how creative this Fandom can be)

Lego Monkie Kid (Sadly haven't been able to watch it myself, but I love what I've heard and seen about it!)

Pressure (I absolutely adore the story behind it all, even if I haven't played it for myself)

Five Nights at Freddy's (Again, haven't played, but the story has me in a death grip)

Slay the Princess (Just got started playing, and it's absolutely heart-rending 😭/pos)

Murder Drones (Haven't caught up yet, but damnnnn)

The Amazing Digital Circus (My feelsiesss 😭)

Transformers (Slowly getting back into it, wish I could draw mechs, honestly)

Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss (So much drama fr fr)

[To be edited and added to later]

[ronqueesha]

OC Tag Game

Tagged by @lookbluesoup​! Thank you fren!

I’ll tag: @thefrostyshepard​, @arcanist-starweaver​,  @arcandoria​, @bardofheartdive​

Favorite OC: That’s a really tough one because I love them all, and I tend to hyperfixate on one for a long period of time before I move to the next. Currently, my fave is Dairon Garrick because I’m spending the most time playing and developing her, after I largely abandoned the character when Warcraft released an unfortunately awful expansion. But the game is fun again and I’m back with her full time.

Oldest OC: If we’re talking real life creation oldest, it’s Jane Shepard. She wasn’t a fully fledged person until about 2015, after multiple playthroughs of the trilogy and some heavy modding to really immerse myself into the game. But the main components of her character were established pretty much as soon as I played ME3 for the first time in 2012.

Age-wise, my oldest oc is Kwesha Yvaar from Star Trek Online. She’s actually not much younger than Jane Shepard in IRL terms. But in-universe age, she’s mid-40s by the start of her story.

Newest OC: Saoirse. I’ve had Divinity Original Sin 2 for a while, but didn’t really get into it until very recently.

Meanest OC: Kallian Tabris. By far. She is a very prickly, angry elf.

Softest OC: Also Kallian Tabris. That rage and anger is just a spiky shell of emotional armor to protect a very soft heart.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Zoe Iwasaki. Even her Fallout variant would call this version of Zoe cold.

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: Keeran Trevelyan. Although his wealthy parents paid for the best education in Thedas, with tutors coming from all across the continent to teach him, most of those lessons were forgotten the moment they were done. Keeran spent most of his time fantasizing about his hot fencing/combat instructors while enduring boring lectures from the unattractive tutors.

Dumbest (Derogatory) OC/Smartest OC: I combined these two because they’re both Sarah Hawke. She is, in fact, the most intelligent OC I have. Although she didn’t have access to the amazing educations of my upper-class OCs like Keeran or Zoe, Sarah’s mind is a powerhouse. Which is why she was able to hide so well as a mage for many years in Kirkwall. She could talk, baffle, and bullshit her way out of most any situation without having to use any magic at all. And when she did use her powers, it was in brilliant ways.

That being said, she fell in mad love with Anders. And was completely blind to all of the warning signs of his degrading condition, and even allowed herself to be manipulated by him in the hope of seeing his dreams come true. In the end, she put a knife in his back, and the experience shattered her to the point she ended her own life in the fade defending my adorable dumbass inquisitor. Varric was never the same after.

Horniest OC: Iona. It’s basically her whole thing. Her other thing is learning to grow and mature as a person while being forced to lead the crusade. But she never stops being incredibly horny. Good thing she hooks up with a literal sex demon.

(art by @halkuonn​)

OC You'd Bang: Out of all of them, Dairon Garrick. It’s easy to explain why:

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Most likely Dairon Garrick yet again, given how friendly and extroverted she is. But I could also see myself nerding out over various comics and superhero movies with Nathan Bhatia.

[kafkaesqxe]

Hey, is me the anon form the previous ask about your Moriarty OC.

I would absolutely love to converse with you about Lucina and about Lucy x Liam ship in general. But I don’t feel comfortable with going off anon yet. Is it okay if I take time with that? I’m just really not good at socializing in general and it takes me time with breaking out from my bubble.

Btw, I got another question. How did Lucy and William realized that they had feelings for each other?

Also will you write fanfics about them?

Hello again nonnie! 😊

That’s totally fine! Take as much time as you need! In the meantime, you’re always welcome in my inbox! ❤️

Ah, those two. Lucy and William are equally oblivious when it comes to love - both took a long while (as in years) to realize they were in love with each other, despite, you know, being married and having an, uh, active physical life, so to speak. This is in part because Lucy and William didn’t initially marry for love - they did so to bring Lucy into the Moriarty family and make her the fourth Lord (or in this case, Lady) of Crime.

In any case, by the time the manga and anime start, William has easily figured out that Lucy fancied him, but has kept quiet out of respect for her and their friendship and not wanting to make things awkward. But the evolution of his friendship with Sherlock up until the Final Problem actually helped him compare those feelings with the ones he had for Lucy and realize they were just as strong, but of a different kind. He actually leaves two letters behind - one for Sherlock, as in canon, and one for Lucy, where he confesses his feelings for her and wishes that they could be married again in another life.

Lucy is a dumbass���️ (affectionate) who acts like a lovestruck damsel and yet doesn’t recognize she’s in love. Like, at all. The situation that makes her realize it is actually pretty comical - it’s when the Moriarty’s have to throw that agonizing tea party and her jealousy at seeing William getting mobbed by the high class ladies despite being a married man, plus some teasing from Moran and a genuine heart-to-heart with Fred and Jack makes her go “oh shit I’m in love with William” and everyone (sans William) is like “oH My GOd FINALLY”

As for fanfics, if the inspiration strikes me and the writing flows, I very well might! I don’t have anything planned though

Thank you again for the ask ❤️

[cartoon-buffoon]

Late night ramble about my FAVORITE piece of media ever. Well at least a hyperfixation that has been prevalent as soon as I found out about it and it hasn't left my mind since. I would not call it my favorite as there's other stuff that gets really close (I hyperfixate on a lot of stuff) so I can't truly call anything my favorite. It does however contain my favorite character without a doubt which I adore despite the character's absolutely insanity although that's a topic for another day. Anywho- presenting the wonderfully dark comics made by one of my favorite artists: IN THE DARK!

(WARNING: Potential spoilers for the In The Dark comics, I make comments here and there about certain things from them yet I try to leave a lot out in hopes to encourage people to check this out for themselves. Also this is a rant post so a lot of this is just me going off about this comic and why I love it↓)

Starting off these comics have a pretty cool storyline although it is only just these 4 issues out currently there will be more coming out in the future, these are all created by an indie creator named Comick (or Crystal Gonzalez yet I just refer to her as her online name). You possibly could of seen some of Comick's stuff before considering she did a Sonic series with a dog mobian OC and made a few flash animations back in the day, some of which were in Sonic Paradox. Her Fleetway/Scourge animation is actually the thumbnail for the 6th Sonic shorts volume from Sonic Paradox video as well.

(Also real quick I absolutely LOVE how she draws Fleetway, look at him!)

Anyways as I was saying- her genuine original creation is the comic "In The Dark" AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!! It's a dark comedy taking place in hell with the main character, known as Fibble (the red haired human on the covers) trying to get the hell out yet bad luck seems to follow him where ever he goes. Trying to help Fibble is the demon of sin, Sin! He's the little white monster next to Fibble on the covers, Sin used to be the strongest demon yet after a fight with God his pieces were scattered and he was sent into the depths where he created hell and also created the other sins like Idolatry, Promiscuous, Gluttony, etc, in order to gain his darkness back. It's also stated dark matter itself or something similar is actually Sin's old body which is cool, he basically wants that in order so he can rematch god and send the world into darkness because well—he's the demon of sin.

After fighting god and losing and creating other sins Sin was beaten again, this time in a game. Satan beat him in a poker game to be exact leading him to lose all of his power shrinking down into the creature he is now. Real quick one thing I love is how when Sin ruled hell he stated it was absolute carnage which he favored yet Satan brought order being a fallen angel and having a sense of law, I actually really love this idea of Satan being this figure who actually appreciates structure yet still is inherently the prince of darkness and how it contrasts with Sin and his favor for chaos. With that little tangent outta the way: Sin also somehow ended up in debt/as a servant to a human, Fibble to be exact. To my knowledge I don't think we get lore on how Fibble ended up in control of Sin yet I may have missed something and my mind is going super fast right now so I can't think properly, yet it's a potential thing maybe explained more in the future comics. What we do know about the two's little relationship is the fact that Fibble can't control him? Sin doesn't obey Fibble and sometimes actively maims him however it's stated that the ONE thing Fibble can command Sin to do is make him strawberry milkshakes, it sounds stupid yet it's such a random thing I find funny. Sin also actively terrorizes Fibble as seen in the comics on Comick's DeviantArt, Sin can't get rid of Fibble so he decides to make Fibble's life actively awful.

This ties back into the comic, the main threat Sin has is Fibble being an unlucky dumbass and if Fibble dies so does Sin. If Sin dies sin itself dies thus the world will be on utopia and of course Sin can't have this so when Fibble finds himself in hell Sin has to go rescue him. That's basically the core plot yet there's so much I love about this series from the art style, character designs of some of the demons, the concepts and world building, and of course the humor. I wanna rant about my favorite character that originated from this comic, Skitzo, yet I'll save that for another day. I'd highly recommend reading the first comic which is on Comick's DA (she's known as Comickpro over there) for free (also a brief section of the second comic) and if you like it go buy the actual things. The comics are 10 bucks a pop on her online store and I reread these comics in order to appreciate the art and it always gets me excited for when the next issue will come out, whenever that may be. There's also a decent amount of satire and or social commentary located in the issues, like nothing that hasn't been done or said already in a probably better way yet there's some satirical stuff thrown in here and there. For example it makes jokes about like how modern society is structured with a favor towards consumerism in Idolatry's issue, and the relying dependence on small things like coffee in order for people to function normally in Gluttony's issue. The satire and commentary is not SUPER deep or anything and IMO pretty surface level yet it just pokes fun at things here and there with certain characters being introduced who are stereotypes of certain types of people. Don't worry though, these annoying stereotype characters are immediately killed off and they don't overstay their welcome and it won't try and beat you over the head with any sort of message. It just exists to tell a pretty cool story and get some laughs.

WARNING: I'm adding another warning BEFORE YOU CHECK AND OR BUY THESE COMICS because well—the comics are pretty dark as the name entails—it is a DARK comedy meaning it is not for everyone, it features some grotesque moments and lots of murder. It takes place in hell after all. Still it may not be everyone's cup of tea because of this which is fair, there's also some jokes which may not appeal to some. For instance there is a rape joke in the third issue however it personally didn't trigger me, it wasn't really funny to me however it didn't bother me in the way a lot of media tries to make jokes using SA, still some people may be off put by this fact alone. I wasn't affected by the joke and it's kinda just a single line that acknowledges how inherently fucked up Promiscuous is and her entire deal. I'd still give it a chance at least, there is some jokes that are REALLY good for example issue 4 which is the most recent is pretty damn funny and I found myself cackling while reading. I'd love if there were more people interested in this overall, I love dark media like this that actually has a purpose in trying to tell a giant over arching narrative rather than just edgy murder. Don't get me wrong the comics can still be labeled as "edgy" yet it does well to balance itself out with humor and light heartedness and overall doesn't take itself too seriously.

(please I need more people to get into this basically non existent fandom, I've ranted to my friends about these characters so fucking much and I love Fibble and Sin to death, I NEED MORE PEOPLE INTERESTED IN THIS I BEG OF THEE TO LOOK INTO THIS!)

[datbugboi7]

Heyyyyy you want a randomly massive post with several art pieces and a full timeline of my oc universe right?

Yeah ofc you do.

Logo/Intro

So! I thought of this dumbass universe in the middle of I think a math class actually.

I made a logo,cause...why not? (I've always had some obsession w making a comic of my own and all that)

Now, I didn't just make a logo, I made... ✨A world✨. In this world there's two evolutions of the same species! Witches, who have an affinity for magic and otherworldly things. Anddddd- humans. Yeah pretty boring but whateva

Culture/World Building

Witch culture is mildly different from our own however, as they've become isolated in places around the world in smaller forested villages. This is of course because of human's who decided Witches were dangerous and y'know... Burnt them.

So yeah, then made their homes in forests while humans built more around plains and places... Not near forests? I'm not a geologist, I know nothing leave me alone...

Anyways, Witches also look vaguely different. Well... Not vaguely? They have longer pointed ears and bright unnaturally colored eyes as well as sharper canines (I don't have an excuse, it's just aesthetically pleasing). They also have more yellowish and occasionally darker sclera. Their height range is also very different from ours, ranging from around 6 foot 5 to near 8 feet! Though anyone who is 8 feet is highly abnormal.

Their eyes also signify the strength of their relationship with magic! They have light pupils and the bigger the pupil, the stronger the magic! Yet they aren't born with pupils, that comes with puberty, (a time of their lives started by, "The Lighting of the Spark"), meaning young witches have no ability to use magic until usually their teen years (witches still age much like us, though most continue growing height wise until their mid 20s). More on their biology is their hair growth is much slower and much less than ours. They rarely if ever have body hair or any facial hair. Also a much higher percentage of Witches are born to be intersex.

This comes with a higher acceptance for those of lgbtq identities! And those who live further from human societies rarely bother with labels at all! Along with this, they also have many different customs comparative to ours. For an example, young witches will take on a motif from their parents (could be a mixture of each parent, but more often from just one) which all siblings share. Also because of their isolation and the dark forests of which they live, they have a tendency to lean into their vanity much more, their fashion and everyday clothing having a more performative vibe (they like showing off essentially).

Now, as you can assume, kids who have a human and a witch parent are frowned upon. Witches because of the history between them and humans because this story takes place in somewhere Akin to America and "OH NO, DIFFERENCE!!!!". These children do have a name, as they do happen, and they're called " Charms". Dehumanizing, ain't it?

Anyways, humans have a stereotype of how these kids look. They assume all of them have heterochromia and one "Witch eye" and one "human eye" (you'll see down below dw). It's debatable whether or not Charms can use magic, but their appearance can look fully in either direction or like a mix! They do not in fact all look the same.

Characters

Anyways...moving on from all of my world building that probably has taken hours of my time and still isn't the besttt, This universe needed a main character! So, here she is! Mia Arias :DDD

I made this MB a year ago? I don't particularly like the art here but again, I think I've improved since this! Anyways, ab Mia, she's a American Columbian orphan who lives with her ex. She works as a barista and is sarcastic and bratty (I love her). Despite her front, she genuinely cares about people.

She is also extremely into researching witches and the history between them and humans and spends a lot of time doing so.

Now, maybeeee you're wondering ab her ex/best friend 4eva... His name is Baker (B) James!

This is not my first drawing of him but this is not how he looks currently. I don't draw him on his own a lot but tbf, any drawings of him alone are still sketches (I'll post em further down, dw).

Anyways, Baker is a flamboyant man who runs a fashion and makeup blog/channel. He's popular enough but still has an office job. He has lots of friends however, in and out of the industry, and is rlly good at maintaining relationships!

Another not main but important character is Caleb Mina, Mia's coworker

Caleb is the child of three moms! His mom's own the coffee shop they and Mia work at. He does gymnastics with one of his moms and is a very hard worker.

He has a mild crush on Mia and finds her aesthetically pleasing. Kinda high strung but also very ambitious!

Now, very bad transition, but here's whom Caleb considers one of his better friends, Gabriel Jackson!

Gabriel is a gay trans man who's very closeted of it all at the beginning and was raised in an extremely religious household with his two siblings, a twin sister and a younger brother.

He's kinda bitchy but he loves his siblings and does his best to care for them. He and his twin live together in an apartment and the only reason he and Caleb met was because Gabe studied for college mostly in his cafe! Yay!

Twin time, Angela Jackson here she is.

She's flirty and very generally kind but don't like her too much, she is notoriously lgbtphobic. She's important just... Not in a good way.

Not quite an antagonist ig as she's against the main "villain" but she's definitely a bump in the road for Gabe's arc. Anyways she's also quite promiscuous, a very Christian girlie w/out a very Christian lifestyle.

Anyways onto the main event, (not really), the witches!!!

Onto the main bitch, who'd be known w as "Null" for near entirety of the story, so I'll not reveal their true name (chosen name, I'm not making a trans phobic joke)

(Definitely not how they look now but shh) They're kind quiet? They're an observer for sure. They like watching on and are highly interested in negative interaction.

They like perceiving, very rarely an assertive force. Although they're not mute, they could be and very family would people notice the difference. Mostly due to trauma but their passivity is not something that's ever lost.

Anyways, Marquis Arias, here ya go;

Slutshame him. (Not really). He's a very caring older brother and looked after both of his sister's from a very young age. Once again we have a flirty character in the cast, but it's honestly a front.

He's caring and also just... I love him. That's it, onto his sister

Mackenzie Arias everyone!

She's defensive and a little aggressive but that's not how she is. She got trust issues (her mom is kinda a douche y'know), an she expresses this by putting up walls.

The walls crumble at the slightest hint of affection but they're still built. She's insecure truly, and very soft spoken when not putting up a front.

Youngest Arias; Melanie Arias, my baby (she's 13) (baby in the paternal sense)

She's curious and another watcher!!!! She says a lotta shit with very small filter and recognizes even at her young age how much Marq sacrifices for her. Mack as well, but mainly him.

She loves making art and loves helping however she can, every parents dream child truly.

Anyways, I'm at my photo limit, I will maybe rb adding on to this with many photos documenting the advancement in each design. Yeah I'll do that.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY INSANE RAMBLINGS, BUH BYE!!!

[probably-a-plant-thing]

Explaining that Tasty OC Info

So I got this ask a while ago, and while I'd like to post one massive comic series to explain them, I kinda can't lmao.

BUT I CAN RANT IN A BLOG POST.

SO LETS GET THE BALL ROLLIN.

So the story with Ivanushka (who this ask is referring to, I believe) doesn't really have a name yet just because I'm bad with that kinda shit.

What I'm gonna do is slap a height chart here:

Then explain each character left -> right

Ivanushka 29: [Peach] Ivan starts the story as an immigrant from Russia, living in San Francisco with his boyfriend Vladislav. He works as a bridge tollbooth operator on the Golden Gate Bridge. So one night on the bridge, it's near the end of Ivan's shift and he gets into an argument with a guy about being short ten cents and gets shot in the argument (because America)

Then when he wakes up in the hospital perfectly fine, naturally he's confused as hell but turns out he got an emergency blood donation from his lovely boyfriend who just "happens" to have his exact rare blood type. But WHOA HEY Vlad has been a shapeshifter this whole ass time? Holy shit-?

Anyway so long story short, Vlad's shapeshifter blood in Vlad caused him to turn into a human/shapeshifter hybrid I call a "Form Morph" and he can only change his head because that's where he was shot, blah blah. Now he's in debt with the hospital and Vlad knows just who to talk to.

Vladislav 30: [Blue] Vladislav immigrated to the states with Ivan and he's basically the biggest dumbass with the biggest confidence and the least impulse control. In order to immigrate cheaply, he made a deal with a gang in San Fran to smuggle them into the city and make them papers for the low low price of doing whatever the gang leader wants. Pretty easy, huh?

So when Ivan is shot and Vlad takes him to the hospital, he's basically now trying to help Ivan understand his new shifty powers and also confine his boss it's a great idea to let the emotionally unstable wreak into the crime circle.

Cowboy 35: [Green] Cowboy is more a nickname he forces everyone to call him, but basically, this is the southern son-of-a-bitch that shot Ivan over ten cents. He's a gun-loving, all-proud Texan that ran over to Cali because his family was busted for illegal moonshine.

He has more relevance to the story, but I don't wanna spoil everything for these guys.

Fox 25: [Orange] Fox is yet another nickname, he's a mutant like Vlad and 1/3 Ivan except instead of a shapeshifter, he can use mind control! He's been a thief for the majority of his life on the streets, so he started collecting gang members to make his little adventures more exciting.

Though through years of living in his own mind and the minds of others, he's gotten pretty arrogant and gets easily pissed when things don't go his way. He's a big man-child except with the ability to make you do whatever he wants. Normally he's "nice" but he does get his scary moments.

Styles 35: [Purple] Styles is the oldest/first member of Fox's gang and is basically the guy's right-hand man. He doesn't have any powers other than the power of alcoholism and common sense. He used to work at a rodeo derby until he met Fox

Frank 20: [Red] Franky is the youngest official member and he's basically the gang handyman. Again, he's just your average guy (I realize I forgot to color it, but Franky is supposed to be Latino-Japanese)

But yeah that's the main info I can give about these dorks right off the top of my head, but please! If you bothered to make it this far then thank you a lot! I love talking about my OCs. Never be afraid to ask for further info on these guys! I have even more lil guys I could talk about in different universes/stories.

I plan on making little comics to go into these guy's dynamics more, but like. Motivation n shit, ya know

[lovelywingsart]

Patch Notes

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Fun little thing that takes place after this mini comic strip thing! I needed a bit more... 'discovery' in the series, I guess?? This might have a few parts to it depending on how far I wanna go with it! It's short.

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Injury recovery?

Summary: After waking up from a decently rough 'practice' session to control the Cadou, Karl questions Emelia about the familiar red and white patch on one of her shirt sleeves.

Emelia woke slowly with a quiet whimper, her left arm cradled to her chest as she lay on her side. Her head was throbbing and her chest felt tight... The rest of her body was simply in pain. It all hurt... It REALLY hurt. Hell, her forearm almost burned...

There was an odd pressure on her arm as she tried to move it. She couldn't tell what the pressure was, but it felt as if it were holding her arm together rather than simply surrounding it... Every breath was met with a tight, shooting pain from her side and chest. Another whimper left her mouth as her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she attempted to stretch- A mistake.

She rolled onto her back slightly with a pained, gasping noise as a sharp pain shot through her system with the movement before remaining still for the throbbing to go away. The primary pain itself now came from her chest... She couldn't tell if it was from the inside or outside, with the skin burning, yet the muscles feeling as if they had torn. But she couldn't help but try to lean up anyway as she smelled something... sweet. Sweet and familiar.

She managed to open her eyes, glancing around until her gaze landed on a figure in a chair across the room. The room itself wasn't too bright, but it also wasn't incredibly dim. And it was cold... She quickly recognized Heisenberg before looking around. Where was she?? She hadn't seen THIS part of the factory before... Were they even still IN the factory?? They had to be, she could still hear distant machinery...

"You're awake." He said simply, his back to her while he leaned back in the chair. His voice snapped her focus back to him. "I thought you'd be out for longer."

"W-... What...?" She managed, staring at him as he glanced back at her.

"Do remember blacking out? After the Lycans beat the hell out of you in the ventilation shaft." He said simply. "A few broken ribs, but most of the damage was surface level. You're lucky I didn't leave you down there for being a dumbass, and even more so that you didn't lose your goddamn arm."

"L-Lose my..." she mumbled, looking at her arm. It was wrapped tightly in bandages, but it still felt separate, almost. She vaguely remembered getting sliced multiple times by the Lycans, but... "How did..."

"They clawed you deep enough to hit bone. Your shoulder, too." He replied, now noticeably uninterested. It seemed like he was inspecting something, moving something in his hands in front of him where she couldn't see. "Any more fighting and you would have lost that arm entirely... I'm surprised you can still move your fingers."

She watched him for a moment before looking at her hand, and she flexed her fingers just slightly as if to prove it to herself. She could feel her muscles tighten with a grunt, feeling every movement through her arm as if the nerves had rebuilt and reconnected themselves while she was asleep. She only looked up again when he cleared his throat.

"If you're done inspecting..." he muttered, turning his head slightly to her, "I've got questions of my own."

What?? What the hell kind of questions could HE have??? Emelia kept her eyes on him, her face now that of confusion.

"... Questions about what...?" She asked. He simply moved his arm out over the armrest of the chair.

Hanging from his hand from between his fingers was a black piece of torn fabric, with what seemed like a patch on one side. She squinted slightly. That... that looked familiar... It's like she had seen it before- She immdiately looked down at her shoulders, realizing quickly why she was so cold; The sleeves of her shirt had been ripped clean off, leaving tattered, blood-stained edges. THAT'S what the patch was...!! The red and white octagon from her shirt sleeve- She looked back up as he opened his mouth.

"What is this symbol."

It wasn't much of a question; more like a statement. But she stared at him, almost not hearing him over the shock of the now torn shirt.

"You ripped off my bloody sleeves??" She asked, her tone that of an irritated, surprised disbelief. He lowered his head and shook it as if he were growing aggravated.

"To patch up your goddamn arm. Would you have rathered me rip the entire fucking thing off? Now answer me." He growled, finally looking back at her. She froze and shrunk in on herself under his hard gaze. He looked... angry. And oddly determined.

Heisenberg stared at her and shook the fabric.

"What. Is. This. Symbol." He repeated, a bit harder this time.

"I don't... I don't know-"

"What the hell do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't bloody know!!" Emelia snapped suddenly, making him go silent. She only calmed as she met his eyes again. "I... I told you. I don't remember ANYTHING before this. And what I do remember is..." she trailed off, but shook her head. "I don't remember where I got these clothes from. I just know I had them before... her."

He stared at her with a hard gaze, but finally sighed.

"Fuck..." he muttered, bringing the fabric back in front of him. He inspected it for a few seconds more, and she huffed.

"Why is it so important...? You never cared about it before..."

"How often are you close enough for me to really look at you, Emelia?" He asked, rolling his eyes and looking back at her again. He held up the patch once more, turning it so one of the white pieces was at the top. "It's important because I've seen this damn thing before."

Her interest suddenly perked, and she straightened out despite the pain. He had seen it??? Could that mean he could help her figure out where she had come from...??

"Where??"

He shook his head, looking at the patch.

"In one of the old caverns around the village, and the damn giants chalice at the altar."

"The... The what...?" She questioned, making him pause before groaning.

"I forgot you haven't been out that far..." he muttered.

There was silence between them as he reached to rub his temple. Emelia looked down at her arm, continuously flexing her fingers. It still hurt, but not as much... Only a dull throbbing sensation now. Her eyes traveled along the skin of both arms, frowning as she took in the multitude of dark bruises that covered them. Even the bandages had soaked through with blood... The sound of Heisenberg pushing himself out of the chair with a sudden grunt startled her, and she looked up to see him approach.

"Come on." He said simply, holding out his hand. She stared at it.

"... I'm sorry?"

"I said come on. Stand up, grab the cloak I gave you, and let's go."

She didn't move for a moment before hesitantly reaching for his hand. She took it, holding on for balance as she stood. Her legs wobbled slightly as she reached to hold onto his arm, and she could tell they were just as bruised. But she moved to meet his gaze.

"Where are we going...?" She asked, managing to stand straight once she had her balance. He didn't move, allowing her to do so.

"We're taking a trip to the altar to see what this-" he held up the patch, "- has to do with anything. It might give a clue to kill that bitch, or at least jog your memory."

She stared at him. He really WAS determined...

"S-Shouldn't I... um... shouldn't I rest...?" She asked cautiously, jerking back as he laughed.

"If you're stupid enough to fight those grimy assholes until you pass out, you're stupid enough to follow me." He shrugged on the large jacket he wore and grabbed the odd hammer he carried with him. "Plus it's cold out. It'll numb you up a bit."

She couldn't help but groan at the mention of the cold. Of COURSE it had to be cold... She had been trying to AVOID the cold since she went outside the FIRST time...

"Are you sure??" She grumbled, looking around. She found the thick cloak he had been talking about off to the side, walking over to grab it. He chuckled.

"Think of it as work, Emmy. I think you can get past that. Now let's go."

She grumbled once more as he immediately made his way to the door, but followed behind as she shrugged the cloak over her shoulders.

"You're going to kill me one day, I just know it..." she growled.

He laughed, glancing back with a smirk.

"No, not me. I think you'll do that all on your own."

[tedturneriscrazy]

Earlier @nikkydash posted this, the latest comic of their OCs Kite and Sabrina.

By complete coincidence, earlier today I happened to finish a fic of these two, based on this comic.

Not a super long read, but hopefully an enjoyable one!

Anyways...

Untitled Kabrina Fic

She had to tell them.

It was the right thing to do. Even if it meant the end of all this. Even if it would hurt so much for it to end. They deserved to know.

Sabrina was out on the patio, leaning on the railing, a cigarette loosely held in her fingers in her left hand. She stared out into the clear, quiet night, the silence punctuated only by the chirping of crickets in the distance.

It was the perfect kind of night to be lost in thought. Unfortunately for Sabrina, these were exactly the kind of thoughts she did not want to be lost in. She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled, whispering, “Fuuuuck…”

It had been five years since Sabrina had fake married Kite at that party to avoid the wedding to that gross dipshit mobster. It was only supposed to be for a few months to get him and his dumbass goons off her back. Yet here they both were, five years later, still fake married despite the need for it having long since passed.

A lot had happened in those five years, and during that time Kite had become a master at getting under Sabrina’s skin. It seemed that, no matter what sort of display of bluster or bravado she put forth, they knew just what to say or do to completely undermine it, leaving her either a flustered mess or stewing in impotent frustration. In short, they could play her like a damn fiddle.

Yet as much as Kite drove her crazy, there were also things about them Sabrina appreciated. Like how, getting under her skin aside, they treated her with kindness and respect. Or how they would hold her on nights where she felt particularly overwhelmed without a word. Or how they would refer to her as “darling.” Or, Sabrina had to admit, how fucking gorgeous they were.

Sabrina couldn’t deny it any longer: she had fallen in love with them for real. Had been in love with them for this whole time, in fact.

God, this was so fucking embarrassing.

After all, what kind of idiot developed real feelings for their fake spouse? And held onto those feelings for half a fucking decade without saying anything about it? That’s me, Sabrina thought. I’m that kind of idiot.

Well, the time had come for that to end. Whatever happened, happened. She was finally going to tell them. She owed them that much.

She took one last long drag on her cigarette, followed it with a deep sigh, and tossed the butt into the coffee can on the patio. She then made her way back inside.

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She found Kite getting their birds ready to go to sleep for the night. She stood silently in the doorway for a moment, then cleared her throat to get their attention. They looked up at her and said, “Yes?”

Sabrina cleared her throat again, then said, “Uh, when you get a moment, there’s something we, uh, need to talk about.” Already she could feel her heart beating faster. Gotta keep cool.

Kite raised an eyebrow. “Is everything all right?” they asked.

Sabrina felt her face begin to flush. Goddamn it. “Yeah, yeah. It’s just...there’s something I need to tell you. I’ll be in the living room whenever you’re done here.”

Kite looked at her quizzically for a moment, then said, “Okay, I just need to finish with Fiesta here and I’ll be out.”

"Blow it out your ass!" Fiesta squawked. Even with everything on her mind, Sabrina smiled at that. She had taught that little bastard well.

Kite looked at Fiesta with a mock disapproving glare. "Now now, I know you don't like bedtime, but you need your beauty sleep!"

"Suck my dick!" the bird retorted, and Sabrina couldn't help but laugh as she made her way out to the living room. Well, that helped ease the tension that was knotting up in her stomach, at least a little bit.

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While waiting for Kite, Sabrina paced back and forth. She had been in her fair share of fights, scrapes, and sticky situations. Hell, more than a few times she had stared death directly in the face. Yet this, the prospect of telling her fake spouse her real feelings, made her more nervous and scared than any of those.

“You know, darling, there are easier and faster ways to remove carpeting.”

Sabrina was snapped out of her reverie by Kite’s quip and almost tripped. There they were, standing with arms folded. How did they do that? After regaining her composure she fired back, “Go to hell.”

Kite shrugged, then said, “Well okay, if you say so. But I thought you wanted to talk to me about something.”

“You know what I meant!” Sabrina exclaimed. “And yeah, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“So you said,” Kite reminded her. “Well, what is it?”

Sabrina’s heart beat like a jackhammer, her cheeks and ears tinged with red. How was she supposed to approach this? What sort of lead-in was there? For a brief moment she considered talking about something--anything--else.

No. This was it. No going back now. She had to just come out and say it. That was her style, after all.

Sabrina sighed heavily, her left hand grabbing the back of her neck, and her right tugging on her shorts. She found herself unable to look Kite in the eye. Finally she said, “This is really cringe because we’ve been fake married for five years, but I think I’m actually in love with you.”

Well, shit, there it was. Out in the open.

She still couldn’t bring herself to make direct eye contact with Kite as she continued, “So, uh, if you want to get divorced, I get it. Since we didn’t get married for that reason--”

“Sabrina! Stop!”

Suddenly she found her face in their hands. Startled, and somewhat annoyed at the interruption, she yelled, “Kite! What the fuck!”

They then drew her face closer and kissed her. It felt as if a lightning bolt had struck her lips and coursed through her entire body several times over. It was a marvel how, even after all these years, a kiss from them could make her feel like this.

Following the kiss they drew her, still startled, into a hug. Her arms stuck out awkwardly, unsure of what to do. “I love you, too.” Kite said gently. “Relax.”

Sabrina struggled to process what had just happened. What was still happening, really. The possibility of Kite returning those feelings had not seriously occurred to her. Sure, they were often flirty and affectionate with her, but that could have just been them getting into the role. Besides, they were FWB’s before the marriage, so it wasn’t too much of a stretch.

Still, to hear them say that…That they felt the same...

Sabrina felt a stinging wetness in her eyes as she buried her face into Kite’s chest, her arms clinging to their back, returning the hug with what seemed to be twice the force. She could feel them gently stroking her hair in response. Perhaps later she’d feel the embarrassment of crying in their arms, but for now all she wanted was to stay like this, holding onto the one she loved. Her spouse.

Guess this marriage was real, after all.

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#5

Day 8!! Asexuals :3

Been working ahead so I don’t get behind again :3

49 notes • Posted 2021-06-09 12:46:42 GMT

#4

Send this to your any pronouns/genderfluid friend(s) and see how they react

Here’s mine:

53 notes • Posted 2021-07-05 17:42:51 GMT

#3

Headcannons I have about the sides because they’re consuming me

Patton is the shortest at 5’7

Virgil is as tall as the twins when he’s not slouching. Slouching he’s 5’5 standing up straight he’s 5’8

Janus is a little shorter than Logan at 5’11

The Creatitwins are slightly taller than Patton and Remus doesn’t shut up about it even though the difference is an inch because they’re 5’8

Remy is between Janus and the twins in height at 5’9.5

Logan is the tallest at 6’ even

Patton is the oldest

Virgil is the youngest

Janus is a little bit younger than Logan

Logan is a few months younger than Patton

The Creatitwins were around the same age as Janus before the split and reset counting their ages after it

Remy is as old as Patton

They all have animal forms Patton is a frog, Virgil is a spider, Janus is a snake, and Remus is an octopus. I haven’t gotten anything for the other three yet though.

They’re all on the asexual spectrum except for Remus

Both Virgil and Janus have heterochromia

Most of them have some variation of brown or black hair except for Patton who’s blonde

Janus is trying to work around only being able to lie

Remus stops wearing pants after he gets used to the rest of the sides

Remus loves watching Logan do his science experiments especially ones that have to do with dissections of any kind

When not lucid Remus ends most of his sentences with insults so he doesn’t have any outbursts

Janus had a lot of trouble confessing to Patton so Remus ended up doing it for him. Probably went like this:

“I hate you”

“Are you lying?”

“No”

“oh okay...”

“Remus he thinks I love him!”

“Why? What did you say, dumbass?”

“I said ‘I love you’”

“I don’t see the problem, dildoface”

“EXACTLY! How did he get it?”

“Hey Daddy~ Did you know Jan has a crush on you?”

“But he said he hated me...”

“Pat, he’s a liar”

“...oh”

Pause

“OH!”

Edit: This stupid fucking quote thing is dumb and I hate thinking about it

60 notes • Posted 2021-06-14 18:36:22 GMT

#2

Headcannon post 2!

Written over time

It’s a widely accepted headcannon that Patton wears bracelets and one I’ve heard was that he’s got one that represents each of his friends

Patton and Logan got together first. That’s basically a fact they’re the oldest. Logan is also like the best mom any of the sides could ask for.

After the split between Light and Dark Sides, Janus and Remus really only had each other to depend on, and Virgil but they kinda see him as “oh yeah that kid we have.” I like to think Remus caught feelings first when Jan developed his extra arms. Rem also really diggs the scales.

As for Princey and Virgil? It was after the costume change but before the introduction of Deceit. Roman absolutely caught feelings first he was in denial for a while like “it can’t be he’s just a good friend” then bam Virgil fell and he fell hard

For Intulogical it was actually Logan who caught feelings first. I can’t decide if it was dead animal or random human organ. I really like this one comic where Remus ripped out his own heart and presented it to Lo who was just smitten

Patton fell for Dee during SVS. The love was unrequited until POF when Jan started to care for Pat after all that struggle the little guy was under

The love in Princiet is a little one-sided at the moment. Roman often forgets most of Dee’s “compliments” are actually falsehoods

Remus is very forward with his flirts and is used to Jan being a flustered mess about out. However Logan often retorts with an even more forward flirt and Rem shuts down

There is no way you will ever get me to believe a singe one of them is Neurotypical. I just refuse I identify with them all so hard I just had to project this

In the previous post I said they were all on the Asexual spectrum except Remus but now I have sexualities— er romanticality?

So Roman is Pan, straight up if you’re hot he’ll smooch. No questions asked

Logan is Bi. No more no less

Patton is also Pan but more masculine leaning in his tastes

Remus likes dick

Janus is gay just regular plain old gay and we still support him 😌

Virgil is demiromantic his romantic love is very hard to acquire but once he’s crushed he doesn’t. let. go

They all look good in asymmetrical clothes and Lo really needs to try it more often. If you were to ask Roman would say he looks the best but we all know it’s Remus

This is getting long so we’ll end post two here thanks for not being toxic lol 💜

110 notes • Posted 2021-06-22 01:43:43 GMT

#1

My parents keep trying to teach me parenting skills because “I might need them later” and I’m just sitting here like

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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 19

Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC

Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.

Word Count: 9,165

FIRST CHAPTER || PREVIOUS CHAPTER || NEXT CHAPTER

Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!

Neverland, as I was currently discovering, was a huge indoor playground at the Dusk Town Center mall. A place where children never had to grow up, or so its big overhead sign boasted. Its vast range of diversions for the little ones included such attractions as a jungle gym in the shape of a large comical skull, a huge green plastic alligator that had a slide built into its long back, and monkey bars supported at either end by large, spooky prop trees. Off in one corner, there were even synthetic, cute yet culturally problematic teepees for the tiny tots to crawl around and hide in. But its crowning jewel seemed to be the kiddie train that ran along the tracks circling the entire play area. Each of its carts were actually little pirate ships that could fit one child in it, maybe two if they were really little.

Since the playground was in the middle of a wide open mall walkway, many stores surrounded it, such as an antique shop by the name of Cave of Wonders. Beyond the rusty brass lamps in its window and past an old, tacky purple carpet draping off a shelf, a friendly young woman with long black hair tied back into a two-sectioned ponytail and wearing a turquoise crop top could be seen running the counter.

Next door to that was Game-A-Saurus Rex, a video game store sporting a green t-rex mascot as part of its logo. An absolute giant of an employee with messy brown hair was currently setting up a display pyramid but his meaty, clumsy hands accidentally knocked it over, wrecking it. I got the feeling this wasn't the first time from the look of being one hundred percent done he was receiving from his silver haired coworker with mismatched eyes.

Neighboring them, I was a bit surprised to discover there was even an Esmerelda's Secrets here as well, a… ahem, lingerie store, to use a more PG term. I found its location so near to the play area to be a bit of a questionable mall layout choice.

I sighed, paper bag lunch crinkling in my grip as I glanced around.

Where was he?

"Are you sure this is where he told you he wanted to meet up?" Kristoff asked beside me, his eyes scanning about as well. Thankfully, he'd forgiven me by now for the minor phone-hurling fiasco and we were back on speaking terms again.

"Positive," I fished my mobile out of my pocket with my free hand, rereading Lea's text asking me to head to Neverland once my lunch break had started.

Since I'd never heard of it before, I'd asked Kristoff (him being the closest person at hand since he'd been working the Ice Palace registers with me) if he'd known what it was. I figured he could at least point me in the right direction, which would be faster than looking at a mall directory. Instead, since he was getting off shift the same time I was going on lunch, he'd offered to walk me there, saying it was on his way anyway.

But now here we were and a certain redhead was nowhere to be seen.

"Bah, I'm sure he'll turn up any second now," Kristoff shrugged off with a laugh. I said nothing, just continued to frown down at my phone before raising my eyes to take another look around. Shoving one of his hands into his pocket while he used the other to ruffle the hair at the back of his head, Kristoff said, "So… your sister…"

"Anna? What about her?" I muttered distractedly, gaze still jumping from face to unfamiliar face. Come on, Lea was a friggin' mountain with hair like a beacon that could light a path home for even the most wayward of lost ships. The guy should have been sticking out like a sore thumb.

He pursed his lips to one side, slightly widened eyes darting about now. "She's… well, she's really… neat." I blinked, slowly looking over at him now. He stiffened, then gave a weak chuckle, "Did I say neat? Not neat, I meant, ah… pretty!" His face blanched. "Pretty… pretty, pretty swell, that is! Yeah, a real bangarang," insert his wince here, "gal that, uh... that's really, er…"

Annnnnd now he was blushing. What was with him, anyway? It was so unlike him to be getting all tongue-tied and-

Oh.

Oh dear. I knew what this was.

Someone had a crush.

Ugh, why did I have to be the one to break his heart by telling him my sister was already in a relationship?

"...anyway," his voice cracked and he coughed, beating a fist to his chest before trying again. "Anyway, what I'm trying to say, or… rather ask is... would you know if, ah… is... is she seeing any-" his idly wandering gaze landed on something past me and he froze, words dying on his tongue. Then his eyelids drooped. "...I think I found your boyfriend."

My brow furrowed at the face he was making before I turned on my heel, following his gaze.

I heard them before I saw them. Cheerful whoops and hollers echoing from the plastic tunnel over the railroad tracks, heralding the emerging train of pirate ships. Then there they were: Lea and Roxas, taking up a full boat each as the locomotive chugged along, their hands thrown up high over their heads as they cackled in almost maniac glee. The two kids in the cart behind them - a carrot top boy in a green cap embroidered with a red feather logo and a little blonde girl wearing toy fairy wings - were giving them funny looks.

I spluttered, my fingers shooting up to smother and hide the grin I was fighting. This was behavior I did not want to encourage.

There he was, ladies and gentlemen. My bad-boy boyfriend in all his glory.

I hope the Duke's spy wasn't here to witness this.

Scratch that, I'd rather no one were here to witness this.

"Those goddamn morons have been at this for over ten minutes now," I heard a grumble from a familiar voice close by. I looked to my right to discover Xion standing there, watching them with a scowl and one eye twitching. As the train drew near, she called out flatly, "Oh yeah, looking real classy there, guys!"

"We're posh as fuck!" Lea replied smugly with a pinky raised, heedless of what nearby young and impressionable ears might overhear. Then his eyes drifted past her to notice me for the first time. His already beaming face did the impossible and brightened even further. As his little pirate ship choo-chooed its way past us, he cried out, "There you are, El! 'Bout time! We're celebrating!"

"El? Who's El? No, you must have me mistaken for someone else. I don't know you," I shook my head, taking a step back. "Quick, let's get out of here," I hissed to Kristoff, snatching his arm with one hand and using the other to hide my face as I tried to make a hasty retreat.

"Oh-ho, no ya don't! You're not getting away that easily!" I heard Lea laugh behind me. I hazarded a quick glance over my shoulder to see him struggling to get out of the cart - he was wedged in there pretty good, seeing as how those boats were never meant to withstand a man of his considerable stature. However, he finally managed to wiggle himself free and jump off the moving kiddie train, stumbling over the railing surrounding it and leaving poor Roxas behind looking quite distraught at having been abandoned.

Then he was charging towards me and I spun around to face him, defensively throwing my hands up in front of me. "Got ya!" he declared triumphantly, snagging me by the waist, my arms instinctively going to hug his neck as he lifted me up and spun me around a couple times.

What was even happening?

"Right," Kristoff said. Don't ask me how, but I could distinctly hear the eyeroll in his voice. "I think I'm gonna go now."

He walked off and I frowned after him as Lea put me back down, though his arms still kept me trapped against him. Then I shrugged. Kristoff's wee crush would have to be a problem for another day. Looking up at Lea, I shook my head with a barely suppressed smile, "What has you so giddy?"

"I got my test grade back today," he chirped, nuzzling his nose to mine for all the crowded mall to see.

"Your test?" I cocked my head at him. Then it clicked. "Oh, the one I helped you study for? You passed?"

"Passed nothing, I aced that sucker! Made it my bitch and it was all thanks to you!" And with that, he was hoisting me up for another twirl.

"Dude, what the hell?!" a shout suddenly rang out across the mall before Roxas came bursting out of the press of shoppers, sneakers screeching to a halt in front of us as he glared at Lea. "Can't believe you just ditched me like that! I looked like a total dumbass riding that thing all by myself!"

"Oh sure," Xion deadpanned at his side, "cuz you looked like a regular Einstein before as a grown-ass man riding around in the widdle choo-choo train with another grown-ass man."

Roxas crossed his arms and stuck his nose up in the air with a harrumph. "You're just jelly cuz we didn't invite you."

She scoffed, "You didn't invite me cuz I turned you guys down the last ten times you tried to drag me onto that dumb thing because I didn't want to look stupid."

"Your face looks stupid!"

Xion lunged at him, but Lea had already put me down and was snagging them both by the scruff of their shirt collars, dragging them apart from each other. He sighed, "Kiddos, please, would you start acting like the grown-ups that you are?"

Said the adult man who'd just been joyriding in the kiddie train.

Seriously, how were these three even college students? They all acted like a bunch of preschoolers.

"Ha, fat chance with this dope," Xion snerked, reaching across to flick Roxas in the forehead.

"Why you-" he broke free of Lea's grasp. Xion gasped and managed to squirm loose herself, bolting and squealing with laughter as she disappeared into the crowd, Roxas hot on her heels.

"Oi, kids these days. I give up," Lea grumbled, shaking his head and tossing his hands up in defeat. "Now where were we?" Looking back at me, his eyes lit up. "Ah yes," he bent forward, bringing us nose to nose with a tiny smirk, "my reward."

Both eyebrows shot up my forehead and I staggered back a bit. "Your… reward?"

"Mm-hm!" he nodded, grin twitching wider. "For kicking that test's ass, I get a reward! It's standard girlfriend protocol."

I blinked, "...it is?"

"Didn't ya read your dating handbook?"

...there's a handbook?!

Wait. No. That was just a joke.

And wishful thinking on my part.

Because I mean, seriously, how much easier would my life be right now if I could consult a handbook?

That aside, I had to get back to the matter at hand: some kind of reward for Lea. Which was my duty as the girlfriend. Apparently. What did that even entail? What was it supposed to be? What was I supposed to do? My face paled and my hands clenched. This was too much responsibility to be thrust onto me all of a sudden! What, was I supposed to buy him something? Or… maybe this was this another PDA situation? I mean, I hadn't made a move in that department since the roller rink a couple days ago. If tripping and crashing into him even counted. Which, personally, I was still chalking up as one for the win column. Had to take my small victories wherever I could! That said… perhaps it was high time I gave it another go?

Yes. Okay. I was going to do this. This… I was going to do.

My gaze hardened and my nostrils flared slightly as I started taking deep, sharp breaths, psyching myself up.

I got this. No more putting it off. Be strong! Be brave! Carpe diem! Seize the day! Grab the bull by the horns! Strike while the iron's hot!

Lea snerked, straightening up, "Woah, El, your face! Relax! I'm kidding! Just teasing ya like I always-"

YOLO!

I dropped my lunch bag, grabbed his head in both hands, yanked him down and kissed him.

...on the nose.

Way to bury the lead there, I know.

But hey, it still counted! Let me have this!

I held it for the space of a few thundering heartbeats before I pulled back, releasing his face and doing my best to ignore the slight jitters I felt from the adrenaline surge.

Lea was stock-still and just giving me a blank, wide-eyed stare.

Huh… not the reaction I was expecting.

A few long seconds ticked by where nothing happened. My eyes darted about nervously. Then I slowly, awkwardly picked my lunch sack back up off the floor. And still nothing from him. Nada. Not one peep.

Should… should I say something?

That's when he jolted upright (startling me half to death, I might add) and brought both his hands up to cup his nose, spinning around so his back was to me now.

Okay, really, really not the reaction I was expecting. At all. Just what-

Then it hit me.

I hadn't asked his permission first! And after he'd been so careful with me all this time too! Apparently I couldn't even return the favor! Fudge, this was like the Kissident all over again. Except worse! At least then, it'd been an accident. This time I'd done it on purpose! This was premeditated! Not to mention this now made me a repeat offender! A… a serial kisser! Would my reign of smooching terror never cease?

Anxiety eating up at me now like a swarm of angry ants in the pit of my stomach, I bit down on my bottom lip and took a hesitant step forward. "Lea?" I asked, my voice small. "Did I do something wrong or-"

"Nope! No, it was good. Really, really good," he said quickly, voice tight and muffled still by his hands. Then I heard him puff out a slow breath, watched his arms fall to his sides and he whipped around towards me once more, huge smile splitting his face in two. "So good, in fact, it's high-five worthy. Whaddya say, wanna high-five? Let's high-five." He held his palm up in front of me. I wordlessly stared back at him, arching an eyebrow. He was being weird, even for him. And why was he talking so fast? He hastily dropped his hand, "Not high-five. Forget that. That's stupid. We should, uh… we should go. Wanna go? Let's go."

As he snagged my free hand in his and tugged me into a walk beside him, I tipped my head to the left and uncertainly gave him some side-eye. "...where are we going?"

Seemingly already recovered, his grip shifted to instead hook our pinkies together as he shot me a wink. "Where all couples sneak off to whenever they have a lil free time. Somewhere dark, secret and secluded so," here he raised his voice for all to hear over the mall hub-bub, "we can make out!"

My feet faltered and I stumbled, barely catching myself as my face spontaneously broke out into its best impersonation of a tomato. "M-make out?!"

He snorted, bending close to my ear and whispering, "Calm down, only said it for show. We'll just find some place to lay low until your lunch is over and let the gossip mill churn." Straightening back up to his full height, he beamed, "Sound good, my knuddelbärchen?" A crease formed between my eyebrows and he chuckled. "Go on, ask. Ya know ya want to."

I sighed, "And knuddelbärchen is…?"

"German for cuddle bear," he pinched my cheek.

"No."

"You can sleep on it, then get back to me."

I rolled my eyes but held my tongue as I continued to let him lead the way to wherever it was we were going. It wasn't long before we entered a part of the mall I was more familiar with and he turned us down the deserted wing that was under construction. Ah, back to the clocktower then, was it? So be it.

Once the locked door was picked and we were inside, I started to head for the stairs but he stopped me with a hand on my elbow. At my questioning look, he said, "Dunno where the kiddos disappeared off to. They may have beat us to the punch and could be up there already, which'll totally bust our whole fake make-out sesh. Better to just hide out down here instead."

"Alright," I nodded as he released my arm.

And there it was again. That strangeness that seemed to hang in the air whenever we were alone together now. Whenever we didn't have to put on the act of being in a relationship. I was now so used to him lacing our fingers together every chance he got that when he didn't this time, instead opting to stuff his hands into his pockets with a grin and a soft "heh," my own hand almost felt… slighted? Bereft? Sad? Could hands even feel sad? Well, whatever the hand equivalent of sadness was, it felt that.

There were a couple large, dusty crates stored in here with us at the bottom of the clocktower. I stepped over to one, gingerly dusting off the surface before setting my paper bag down on top of it. Then I cleared my throat and looked to him with a small, timid smile. "This whole rent-a-boyfriend thing is really becoming a full time job now, isn't it? Sorry… to be wasting your time like this. I'm sure there are better ways you'd be preferring to spend it rather than stuck here with me."

Lea blinked at me, then huffed out a breath of a laugh. "Hey, you already forgetting whose idea it was for us to steal away on our own like this? Ya got nothing to be sorry for. I like this, it's fun! 'Sides," he moved to stand in front of me, leaning one shoulder against the wooden support beam there that was holding up the decrepit old staircase above us, "it's not a waste. I'm a big fan of my El time. Love having any excuse to hang out with ya and have you all to myself."

Cue heart spasm.

Dropping my gaze and tugging my Ice Palace cap down to hide my warming cheeks, I zeroed in on opening my lunch bag with far more acute focus than was absolutely necessary. Let's see what Mama Rayne had packed for me today, inquiring minds were simply dying to know. To him, I just mumbled, "To each their own, I guess."

"So…" he reached a hand out, index finger flicking the bill of my hat back up so he could meet my eyes when he smirked, "...you kissed me."

All color drained from my face.

Crud. Was hoping this wouldn't come up.

"I'm sorry!" came bursting out of me.

His head rocked back before he snorted and sighed, "You apologize too much, ya know that? Fine, I'll bite. What're you sorry for now?"

"I should've asked if that was okay before I did it!" I took off my cap, wringing it between my hands. "I overstepped, I shouldn't have just assumed! I hope I didn't freak you out or make things awkward or uncomfortable or, or weird or-"

"Woah, woah, slow down," he chuckled, holding up his hands. "Ya got nothing to worry about. I was totally, one hundred and ten percent cool with it!"

My eyebrows knit together. "Really?" I frowned, absently setting the hat down on the box. "But you seemed so… I thought I might've upset you or-"

"Upset? Nah, not even a lil bit! Surprised, maybe, cuz I never in a million years expected you to, ah… heh…" he paused, pursing his lips to the right as he dragged his hand along the nape of his neck. Then he closed his eyes in a grin, "How 'bout this? This, right here, right now, is me giving you the okay to do whatever you want to me from now on in order to maintain your girlfriend cover. Anything goes, got it?"

Eyes growing round, I stammered, "A-anything?"

He couldn't be serious! Anything was a lot. Anything was… well, anything.

"Yup, anything! Don't hold back. Just feel free to go to town on me."

This was too much power. Do not want. Take it back.

"I, uh…" What does one even say to that? "O-okay… thanks?" Was this something I should be thanking him for? Seemed like a weird thing to thank him for. This whole discussion just seemed weird, period. Concentrating on my packed lunch once more, I pulled out a ziplock of baby carrots. "...I don't think I'll be, er… going to town on you any time soon though, but the offer is, ah…" Is what? "...appreciated?" Sure, let's go with that.

"Shame," Lea tsked under his breath, then snerked as his hand shot up to block the carrot I threw at him. "Kidding, kidding! Still, just know that door's always open, in case ya ever wanna put on a bit of a show for any audience we might have. I won't be bothered. Promise."

"I'll keep that in mind," I muttered, taking out a second carrot to nibble on as I averted my gaze. Was ready to talk about something else now.

"Still, fact of the matter remains," one corner of his lips curled up, "you kissed me."

Gah! Would he stop saying that already!

A soft harrumph. "Only on the nose."

"One lucky nose!" He hunched forward slightly, pointing at it, "I'll have you know I'm never gonna wash this puppy ever again."

I snorted, setting the ziplock down on the box and reaching back into the paper sack to see what other goodies it contained. "Be serious."

"I am! Wouldn't wanna lose the divine blessing you've bestowed upon it on this fine day!"

Biting back a smile now as I continued to root around in the bag, I shook my head. "Does this mean that you also haven't washed your lips since the-" I abruptly froze, eyes widening and mouth clamping shut.

There was a pause, then I could see out of my peripheral the slow cheshire grin spreading across Lea's face. "Go on, since the…?"

Since the Kissident, was what I'd been about to say.

I knew it.

He knew it.

But did I have the guts to actually power through and finish that sentence?

Frantic fingers grabbing the first thing they could out of the lunch sack, I shoved it into his face with a weak laugh, "Chocolate pudding cup?"

Nope. I sure as heck most certainly did not.

Elsa, Queen of the Skillful and Seamless Subject Change.

"Oo!" he chirped in delight, taking it. Well, he was easily distracted. That, or he was just being nice and letting me off the hook. Probably the latter. "A nose kiss and pudding? Big day!"

With a soft, relieved sigh through my nostrils, I fished out a plastic spoon to hand him as well. "Don't forget about the train ride too. Big day indeed… do you and Roxas do that often?"

Having already torn into it and taken a spoonful into his mouth, he swallowed. "Not really. Only for special occasions. Wouldn't wanna cheapen the experience."

My eyes crinkled. "Because it's already so sophisticated and highbrow to begin with," I said, forgoing the PB and J sandwich at the bottom of the bag for now and instead opting to pull out some string cheese. Removing the wrapper, I asked, "Passing an exam counts as a special occasion?"

"Only the hard as balls ones that can make or break my overall grade for the course," he shrugged, scooping out some more pudding and offering it to me, to which I just shook my head.

"Ah," I rested one hip against the crate, peeling off a thin strip of mozzarella and slipping it into my mouth. "How many years do you have left on your degree anyway?"

"Couple more. Though I hear if I'm a model student, they'll let me graduate early for good behavior."

"Don't think that's how it works," I hummed a low laugh. "Then after that… what was it again? ...a nice little ice cream shanty by the seashore, I believe?"

Lea grinned around his spoon, "Something like that."

Pulling off another strand, I hesitated with a slight frown. "...but why ice cream?" At his cocked head and raised eyebrows, I worried my lower lip between my teeth. How to phrase this? "...it's just been something I've been wondering about actually. What with your mother dropping you off at an ice cream shop before she, ah... split when you were so little, I would have thought it would just be a… a source of bad memories, is all."

He snorted, looking down at his spoon as he swirled it around in the chocolate goop. "S'not the ice cream's fault my deadbeat mom abandoned Saïx and me when we were kids. She's taken a lot from me, I won't let her take that too. 'Sides, also got a lotta good memories tied to ice cream. Fun times with friends and whatnot. It's nice that something so simple can bring a smile to people's faces and I just like the idea of being a part of that. Sounds silly, I know, but what can I say?" He thrust the now heavily pudding-laden utensil up high in the air, "I have a calling! And answer it I must!"

I brought a curled finger to my lips, hiding the tiny smile. "Some calling. You still haven't even guessed which one's my favorite yet."

"Told ya, it's a process," he stuck the spoon into his mouth, holding it there as he squinted thoughtfully. "Speaking of… lessee, what other flavors haven't come up yet… ah! Three Wishes?" he asked, pointing the plastic implement at me. Then he scoffed, "Yeah right. Way too gimmicky with all that blue cotton candy. It's trying too hard. Classy and effortless is more your speed."

My smile ticked wider as my fingers plucked further at the string cheese. "Are we still even talking about ice cream anymore?"

"Course! Trust me, I've got this down to a science. I know my shit."

"If you say so," I gave a soft snort. "You really have me at the edge of my seat here. I can't wait to see which one you finally land on."

"Me neither. I'm just as much on this journey as you are," he chuckled, tossing the now empty cup onto the crate alongside the paper bag. Propping one shoulder against the post again, he looked down and scratched his cheek. "...hey, so, ya free in a couple nights? Saïx's been wanting to meet my new lady friend and suggested we have you over for dinner."

Finishing the last of my own snack, I quirked an eyebrow at him. "He knows you have a lady friend?"

"Wasn't hard for him to guess since I've been out all night a lot recently, what with your couch being my new home away from home."

"Oh." My fingers reached for a tendril of my ponytail to twist as I mulled for a second. "Yeah, I suppose… I don't have any closing shifts coming up for a while, so I'm free for the next few nights. Just let me know when."

"Sweet! We can see this as a test run of sorts. Practice for the big weekend with your folks and-" he suddenly fell silent, head jerking to his right. I blinked, confused. Then I heard it too. This soft rattling coming from the doorknob - the telltale sounds of a lock being picked. "Crap! The kiddos! Hide," Lea hissed, grabbing my shoulders and shoving us both beneath the staircase, my back hitting the wall behind me.

The door burst open. I didn't so much see it since the stairs were now between me and it, blocking my line of sight, but I heard it along with the echoing laughter of two very familiar voices. As it slammed shut again and the staircase began to quake from feet running up it hard, I heard Xion ask, "Think we'll find them up there?"

"Probably." That was Roxas. I turned my head to the left, watching through the slats between the steps as his sneakers blurred past. "Giving each other tonsillectomies, no doubt."

My face heated as I realized they were talking about Lea and me.

But good news! Lea's plan was working. People thought we were off somewhere, er... shall we say, necking.

Or at the very least, those two thought so anyway.

I heard a snigger from Xion as her boots rushed past the gap not too far behind him. "Perfect. Let's scare them shitless."

They both cackled and tried to shush each other at the same time as I heard their thudding footsteps fade further and further away above us. Once I was certain they were gone, I puffed out the breath I'd been holding.

That's when I became aware of several things. Very, very aware.

Aware of the familiar feeling of Lea's eyes on me. Aware of how close we were. Of his grip still on my shoulders. Of my hands on his chest. Of the gentle thud of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips. Of his warm, spicy boy scent. Of his body pressed to mine, pinning me to the wall still from his rush just seconds ago to get us both out of sight. Of the fact that I could still sense his gaze on me.

Oh gosh, was there something on my face?

I slowly turned my head to look up at him and meet his eyes. He had that look in them again that I'd seen once or twice before. The one that made my insides twist and flip-flop.

Emergency! This is not a drill, people! Fetch the conceal-don't-feel armor and suit up, stat! I repeat, this is not a drill!

The slightest hint of a grin tugged at the corner of his lips and when he spoke, his voice was low. Barely above a whisper. "You know what would… really sell this make-out sesh? ...if right along here..." he ran the tip of his index finger along the side of my neck down to where it met my shoulder, so lightly I hardly felt it, his eyes following its trail the whole time, "...there was a hickey. Maybe two or three. Ya know… just for appearances, of course..."

I just stared at him for a second. Then two. Then I smiled, "That's a great idea!"

He looked taken aback, his gaze widening. "Wait, really?!"

"Of course! Did you bring any makeup with you?" I asked. He just gave me a blank look. "You know, like your guyliner. Do you have anything else? Something that could make the fake marks look convincing?"

He blinked a couple times. "Makeup… right… that's what I meant… heh..." his eyes darted to the left. "But shoot, you know what? Didn't bring any with me." A slow smirk stretching across his face now, he bent down to press his forehead to mine as his eyes hooded, "But hey... we could also always make 'em the old fashioned way."

Once more I stared, expression neutral.

Processing… processing…

Then my eyelids drooped. "...you're messing with me again, aren't you?"

Lea stiffened. Then he relaxed, straightening back up and bracing an elbow against the wall above my head, resting his brow to his forearm as his whole body shook with a soft chuckle. "Yup! Yup, you uh… you caught me alright! Totes was."

Conceal-don't-feel armor saves the day once again! If it hadn't been for that, my heart might have exploded in that situation.

Man, was I getting good at deflecting these little jokes of his now or what?

He shifted over and away from me, giving us both some breathing room now. "Do you think maybe we should go somewhere else?" I asked, my gaze drifting up the clocktower as I returned to the crate, repacking my lunch back into its bag and picking up my hat. Thank goodness the "kiddos" hadn't noticed this stuff before dashing upstairs. "Just so Xion and Roxas don't catch us down here?"

"Sure, good call. I gotta few other secret spots 'round this place we can hole up in until your lunch is over." He went to the door, pushing it open a crack so he could peek out.

"Okay," I nodded while waiting for him to make sure the coast was clear. Then I grinned. "You know, you almost had me going back there with the hickies."

"If only," he muttered so softly, I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly.

"Hm?"

His shoulders tensed, then he breathed a feeble laugh as he glanced back at me, "If only… I'd, er... remembered to bring some makeup! Ah well, maybe next time, huh? C'mon, let's go." His hand reached for mine.

I took it and suddenly my hand didn't feel so sad anymore as I let him lead me back out into the mall.

I couldn't sleep.

I rolled over onto my left side, pulling the sheets up to my chin and curling in on myself a bit. Then over to my right. A few seconds ticked by. Then I rested my back to the mattress and frowned up at my bedroom ceiling, at the long thin patch of frail moonlight slashing across it from between the curtains of my window. Sighing, I tossed over onto my side again and tried putting my head beneath the pillow this time, hoping the added darkness and some light hypoxia would do the trick to knock me out.

No such luck.

With another heavy sigh, I sat up, letting the pillow fall back down behind me. I brought a hand up towards one of my earplugs, stopping just short of reaching it as I frowned over at the wall I shared with my roommates. Then I tentatively pulled it out, already preemptively grimacing as the noises I might hear.

Instead my ears were greeted with a very different sound and from a different direction no less. Coming through my closed door from the living room was a faint, hollow murmur of voices. I squinted towards it, tipping my head to one side. Was that… the TV? Tugging the other earplug out, I set both down onto my nightstand as I listened for another minute, my fingers fiddling with my braid. Then folding my sheets away from me, I got out of bed, smoothed my nightgown and crept over to the door to open it.

Lea was sitting on his couch out here, the glow of the television screen the only thing illuminating him in the otherwise dark living room. Since him couch-surfing here was becoming a bit of a habit now, he'd started bringing an overnight bag with him for things like toiletries and the pyjamas he was currently wearing - a black tank top and PJ pants patterned with tiny fireballs sporting evil smiley faces. In fact I think it may have been the same design on the frisbees I'd seen back at his apartment. Some kind of brand logo, perhaps?

His elbows were braced up on the backrest behind him, temple propped against one fist as he watched the screen. He glanced over at me as I stepped out, quirking an eyebrow and lifting his head off his knuckles. "El?"

I gave my braid a tiny tug before dropping my hands and clasping them together, forcing them to be still as I gave him a small smile. "You're up late."

He grinned back. "Yeah. Never really could pass out to total silence," he nodded towards where his own earplugs laid discarded on the coffee table. Then he wrinkled his nose, shooting a sideways glance towards Rayne's and Riku's room. "But shit, you weren't kidding 'bout those two going at it like jackrabbits in there. Had to do something to tune 'em out, so turned on the ol' tube and guess what I found?"

I moved to stand beside him for a better view of the TV. The scene was currently zoomed in on a couple riding in the back row seat of a trolley. The girl was distracted, lost in whatever she was talking about while the guy was reaching his hand over to tuck her hair back, only to awkwardly snatch it away when she suddenly turned to look at him, completely oblivious to the gesture as she continued to enthusiastically ramble on. My smile grew as I took a seat next to Lea. "It's Before Dawn. Imagine that."

"I know. What timing, right?" he hummed a small laugh. We were both quiet for a few seconds, simply watching the movie. Then he nudged my knee with his, "And what brings ya out here in the middle of the night? Other than the pleasure of my charming company, of course."

That earned him a soft snort as I slouched more comfortably into the sofa and picked up one of the small throw pillows, hugging it in my arms. "Trouble sleeping."

"Oh?" he looked over at me, relaxing his hand along the top of the cushions behind my head. "Something on your mind?"

I gnawed on my bottom lip, not taking my eyes off the television even though I wasn't really paying attention to it anymore. "...it's just coming up so fast."

Brow furrowing, he squinted up at the ceiling in thought for a second. "You mean our visit to the parental units?"

My insides churned as I gave a small nod. "It's only a week away now. It doesn't feel like enough time. I don't know if I'll be able to go through with this… if we… if I will be prepared in time… if I'll be able to face them."

"Hey, don't worry 'bout it," he flashed a warm grin. "You and me? We got this. I like to think we've become quite the awesome dynamic duo. Gotten pretty good at this whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing. Got the entire mall buying into our story and if we can fool them, we can fool anyone."

"But it's not anyone," I muttered, squeezing the pillow more tightly to me. "It's Father. And Mother. And..." my face scrunched up, "...the Duke too? ...for some reason? Anyway, tricking Father for a grand total of five minutes was one thing, but now? Now it's my whole family. For a whole weekend. What if they find out?" Oh dear, I could already feel a panic attack coming on just thinking about it. I turned my head, frowning at him. "...what if I can't do this?"

The hand behind me lifted, hesitantly hovering and shifting about for a second before settling on a quick, reassuring pat to my head. "Just say the word and you can pull the plug on this whole op anytime ya want. Don't force yourself to do anything you don't wanna do. But just know you're a lot stronger than you think. And chances are? It won't be as bad as you fear." He poked himself in the side of the head, just above his left ear, "Our brains like to mess with us, tell us things will be a lot worse than they actually turn out to be. And 'sides, you won't be doing this alone. I'll be right there with you the whole weekend. Your sister too. We got your back. You got a support system. Consider us your safety net. We'll be there to pick up the slack and catch you if you fall."

I bowed my head, nose perched on top of the edge of the pillow now. "...thank you. That helps," I muffled into it, my tiny smile hidden. And I meant it. I could already feel some of my unease starting to slip away. Straightening back up and tossing my head back onto the couch, I inhaled deeply before loudly exhaling. "I should just stop thinking about it. Stressing out over it now does me no good. I need to be talking about something else."

"Something else, huh?" he mumbled, eyes returning to the movie as he scratched the tip of his nose. "...so I had a thought. Remember the other day when you said you'd be looking for a new place in a few months when lil Baby Hewley arrived?" His knee started jiggling up and down while out of the corner of my eye, I could see his fingers fidgeting with the seam of the backrest cushions. "Well, what if… and ya know, this would only be if you weren't able to find somewhere on your own and if, like… you had no place else to go and were up shit's creek and whatnot, but… what if you moved in with…" he glanced back my way, "...me?"

I blinked at him. "...you?"

His face brightened. "Yeah, whaddya think? We got plenty of space for ya! It'll be a total blast! And hey, we could even get ya a puppy."

Fighting a grin, I quirked an eyebrow. "A puppy? But what about Saïx?"

"Psh," he brushed off, one hand batting the air. "Saïx can fight me. You want a dog? You're getting a dog, end of story."

I snerked and looked down. Lips pursing to one side, I did a mental replay of what I could remember of when Lea had given me the grand tour of his apartment. "...am I forgetting a third bedroom you guys have?"

"Nah," he shook his head, "just the two. But you can have mine and I'll just… I dunno, sleep on the couch."

"You can't sleep on the couch in your own home," I scoffed.

"Sure I can! I'm actually growing quite accustomed to catching some Z's on 'em. These bad boys are surprisingly comfy," he pat the armrest next to him and beamed. "In fact, dunno if I can ever go back to a lame ol' bed again!"

Rolling my eyes, I said, "I meant because Saïx will see you. Won't he have questions about you sleeping on the sofa every night?"

"Oh. Right," he laughed, fingers ruffling his hair. "Well then I can just… sleep in the room with you. On the floor," he hastily amended. "Yeah, it'll be fun! Like a slumber party every night!"

One side of my lips twitched up as I toyed with the corner of the throw pillow I was still holding snug. "You're sweet, but… no, that'd just be crazy."

"...yeah. Crazy," he averted his gaze with a tiny chuckle. Then he frowned, plucking the short hairs at the nape of his neck. "...is it though? I mean, think about it. It'd be like the next stage of our dating evolution. That's what all couples do sooner or later, right? Move in together?"

"But the baby will be here in, what…" both my eyebrows rose as I stared off into space, "...four more months? Five? I figure we'll have probably staged a breakup by then."

"Breakup?!" he jerked forward in his seat, eyes widening slightly.

I knit my eyebrows together. "Well yeah. You… didn't think we were going to be fake dating forever, right?"

"Well, I…" he hunched forward, propping his elbows on his knees and folding his hands together beneath his nose as he narrowed his gaze on the floor. "...no, I guess not."

I tilted my head at him. Then opened my mouth. Then closed it. I focused on the TV instead. "...I figured… it'd be some time after we visited my parents. Depending on how it goes, of course. Once I was…" I shrugged, gripping the pillow more tightly, "...sure they weren't going to try to interfere with my life anymore. After that… maybe a few more weeks? A month, perhaps? Just so it wouldn't look too quick, too… suspicious or raise questions…"

Why was this so hard? Why did it make my heart squeeze, just a bit? Come on, it's not like it was a real breakup! Besides, this could maybe, possibly, eventually open up the door to actually start something more real with him in the future. If I ever got the guts up to even pursue something like that… whenever he started dating again… which would be when he no longer had to focus on his schoolwork… aka when he graduated...

...in two years…

Why did that suddenly seem like an eternity?

"...yeah," he sighed and slumped back again, his arm returning to its position behind me as he stretched them both out along the backrest once more, "that all makes sense, I guess." His lips were a flat line for a few seconds, but then he grinned over at me. "Tell ya one thing, though. Fake getting over you ain't gonna be easy. Might have to try and fake win you back."

"Oh no," I stifled a soft laugh into my fingers. "Hang on, let me guess… You. In a trenchcoat. Standing in the middle of the bustling food court. Boombox held high over your head and blasting out some old, cheesy love song. That about sum it up?"

He smirked, "Ah, fan of the classics like me, I see. Good guess, but I was actually thinking less John Cusack in Say Anything and more Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You. Me. With a mic hacked into the food court's overhead speakers. Singing and dancing around on table tops while mall security chases me all over the place."

This big dork really was a sap. That is, if his taste in movies had anything to say about it.

Shaking my head in amusement, I said, "Who's to say you'd even fake want me back? Maybe it's you who ends up fake dumping me."

He huffed out a derisive snort, "Not a chance. I'd never be dumb enough to let someone like you go." I looked away, grateful the light from the TV wasn't bright enough to reveal the gentle warmth spreading into my cheeks. Lea shrugged as he went on, "Now, dumb enough to do something stupid and royally fuck it up so you'd kick my ass to the curb however? Yeah, now that sounds like it'd be pretty on brand for me."

"No, I don't think so," I smiled, resting my chin atop the seam of the throw pillow. "...thanks, Lea. I feel a lot better now. You're a… a really good friend."

Lea was quick to return the smile, "It's what I'm here for!" His gaze went back to the screen and there was a brief pause where the only sound was the low drone from the movie. "So… was that your roundabout way of wishing me a good night?"

"Hmm..." A beat before I shook my head, "Not yet. I think I'd like to stay and watch for a little while longer, if that's alright."

"It's more than alright," the corners of his eyes crinkled as he settled into his seat more comfortably. "It's alright times two."

I'm not sure exactly when it was I nodded off. Last scene I clearly remembered was our leading couple sitting at a restaurant together, their hands miming phones to their ears as they made imaginary calls to one another, so it must have been not too long after that. Next thing I knew I was blinking blearily at the television as it showed the girl now sitting on a bed in a small apartment, serenading the guy with her guitar. They both looked maybe a few years older. Must have been one of the sequels to the first movie. I was less familiar with those. It seemed Lea had stumbled upon some sort of late night marathon.

As consciousness returned to me piece by tiny piece, it slowly came to my attention that there was something... off about the pillow my cheek was resting against. Like the fact that it was oddly firm. And warm. And…

...breathing?

Eyes fully snapping open now, they darted about to realize I'd fallen asleep on Lea. Against his chest, to be exact. Embarrassed and panicking maybe just a smidge, I immediately tried to straighten up and away from him, only to be held firmly in place by the arm - his arm - that was draped heavily around my shoulders. I furrowed my brow over at it. Wha-?

Then he made a noise and I tensed.

Took me several heart-pounding seconds to register that noise for what it was.

A snore.

Puffing out a hushed breath and forcing my muscles to relax, I tentatively, cautiously turned my head to try and look up at him. Didn't work, and it only took me another second to realize why. There was a weight pressing down on the top of my hair that I hadn't really noticed until just now.

He was using my head as a pillow.

Welp. This was quite the predicament I found myself in.

Oh gosh, I just hope we'd fallen asleep roughly around the same time and had just, I don't know... naturally gravitated toward one another in our slumber? If I'd been snuggling up to him like this while he was awake the whole time, I'd never live it down.

Next thing my brain decided to alert me to was the fact that I'd misplaced my throw pillow. I must have dropped it when I'd dozed off for I was pretty sure I could feel it on the floor brushing against my bare feet. But that wasn't the important part. No, the important part was what my hands had decided to do in the wake of its disappearance. Left hand? It was good. Just laying there in my lap, all well behaved and polite-like. The right one, however? Had found its way over to rest atop Lea's knee. The little trollop. Especially considering that one of his hands was currently covering it. Had it no decency? No shame?

I considered my situation for another minute. Then taking a deep breath, I decided to commence with the extraction. Should be easier now that I was fully awake and aware of my circumstances so I could approach it all with a cooler, more level head.

First I used my free hand to gently lift his arm from my shoulder and gingerly set it back down on the couch backrest. Another snore from him and I froze. After a few seconds where nothing else happened however and I was sure I hadn't disturbed him, I then proceeded to bring my hand back up, this time to delicately press my fingertips to his chin.

Careful now, careful… wouldn't want to wake him…

I slowly pushed his head off mine and kept going until it lolled back onto the cushions behind him instead. With nothing left weighing me down now, I crept up onto my feet and peeked back at him to make sure he still snoozed. I was rewarded with yet another soft snore. That was all the confirmation I needed. I turned to make a break for my room.

Victory! Success! Elsa, Queen of The Daring Escape and-

Ack!

...okay, so something had just happened. More precisely, two somethings, both occurring at the exact same time. The first? Was my arm being pulled taut and bouncing me back like a rubber band stretched too tight. I stumbled but caught myself, the carpet muffling any sound I might have made. The second? Now that was just a word. One single, solitary word:

"Stay."

That one word sent my heart catapulting up into my throat as I whipped around to discover Lea had pulled his head up and was now looking straight at me.

Fudge, fudge, fudge, fudge!

...but actually… wait… his eyelids were sagging heavily. Half closed and groggy. His expression slack. And now that I thought about, when he'd spoken, it had come out sounding a little… sluggish? One might even say… drowsy?

...was he still half asleep?

I haltingly raised a hand to wave in front of his face. No reaction. As my shallow breaths began to slow and my heart rate calmed, I next looked down at my other hand to see what the snag had been there. This was the one that had been on his knee with his hand on top of it. Was still on top of it and, in fact, had tightened his grip around my fingers. This was what had snared me and brought my getaway to a screeching halt.

Yeesh, what a clingy sleeper he must be.

I brought my gaze back up to his face. He was still giving me that droopy, zombie-eyed stare. I tucked in my lower lip, studying him for a moment. Then I took a tiny step closer and bent over him slightly. My free hand came up, reaching for him. I froze midway, fingers curling towards my palm, hesitating. But only for a heartbeat before I was pushing forward again.

"Shh… go back to sleep," I whispered, gently stroking his hair just above his ear.

His really, really soft, silky smooth hair.

Which I'd not been expecting. Not at all.

Crud, I shouldn't be blushing this much.

However, it seemed to have the desired effect. His eyelids drifted all the way closed now as his head sank back down into the couch cushion. His hold on my hand relaxed enough for me to slip it free. I straightened back up, rubbing my rescued hand with the other as I watched him sleep for a few more seconds, my head tipping to one side. Then I retrieved the throw pillow from the floor and put it back on the sofa next to him before picking up the comforter to drape over him. It was only now I realized that it was too small for him for if I brought it up to cover his shoulders, it left his feet exposed.

The friggin' behemoth. Why hadn't he said anything? I'd have to see about finding a bigger one for him tomorrow.

I briefly considered turning off the TV but decided against it on the off chance the sudden lack of noise would wake him. Turning, I tiptoed back towards my bedroom, stopping in the doorway for one last backwards glance at him. Still out like a light. A grin pulled at one side of my mouth as I murmured, "Sweet dreams, sleeping beauty."

The only answer I got was a snore.

Author's Note: Our awkward penguin did it! She intentionally "made a move" for the first time, I'm so proud T_T Looks like our fire boi tried to make a bit of a move himself under the clocktower staircase there… with far less successful results xD One step forward, two steps back, huh? *Siiiiigh* ah well, these two will get there eventually :P And this is yet another chapter I lament not writing anything from Lea's POV… so many scenes in my head going on for him off camera that will never see the light of day xD Fun fact: The ice cream this chapter, Three Wishes, is named after (you guessed it) Agrabah's keyblade and I imagine its description on the menu would look something like: "This blueberry flavored soft serve will have you wishing for more! Comes in a blue cone wrapped in a ring of matching blue cotton candy, with lamp-shaped sugar cubes and a sprinkling of extra sugar to top it all off."

Next chapter, with that "make a move" hurdle finally overcome, what's next in our couple's fake dating adventures? Looks like there's a certain dinner with a certain Moon Boy on the horizon, how will this lil "test run" go? Will it be a resounding success or could it spell utter defeat for our pair? Not to mention the weekend with the folks is fast approaching, will our couple be ready in time? And just how DOES Lea fit his behemoth self into those itty-bitty pirate ship train carts? Some things will forever remain a mystery, but for the rest, stay tuned!

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The Art of Being An Eldar: Legolas x Reader Chapter 3

Summary: You, a fantasy-loving LARPing human from Earth, got dropped into a fantasy land that seems familiar to you, but you had no recollection of it. Lord Fabulous Elvenking gave you three days to find the portal that would take you home with the aide of Blue-Eyes and a host of Elves, but what you found instead was the portal was closed for another thousand years. On the way back, you saved Legolas's life, prompting Thranduil to grant you freedom, and after, you finally realized where you were; Middle-Earth. Thranduil summons the council, which is made up of powerful wizards and Elves, to decide what should be done with you...

Chapter No.: Chapter 3

Key: [Y/N]=Your Name [F/N]= Friend's Name [B/N]= Bro's Name [S/N]= Sis's Name [M/N]= Mom's Name [e/c]= eye color [h/c]= hair color [s/c]= skin color

Notes: I think Pippin's song matches the reader's situation very much, which is why I use it so often. I mean, your character fell from everything they know, their "home," and now they can't go back, but now they have this whole magical world and life ahead of them... Grief and sorrow, but things to look forward to in the future.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, graphic depictions of gore and violence (Cuz of orc battles y'know?), more angst, slow burn, some light depression in the first few chapters, some amnesia about Middle-Earth because the Valar say you're not supposed to have foresight, hard-core language, feels, lots and lots of feels, mentions of NSFW content, maybe some eventual NSFW content, LGTBQ+ characters, Thranduil being a jackass at first because he's fabulous, Legolas being a hot edgy prince that nobody can handle, Kili being an innocent bean, Hobbits being smol innocent beans, except for Bilbo 'cause he's been through some tough shit, Bard being dad of the year, Thorin being one dumbass boi, The fucking Silmarillion, awesome dragons, awesome Nazgul, awesome scenery, awesome stuff in general, Elrond isn't listened to by anybody, confused Aragorn is confused,  Denethor's a bitch as always, brace yourself for creepy as fuck Cream of Wormtongue Grima Wormtongue, Boromir lives, Gandalf. (yes these are all legit warnings don't judge me.)

Pairings/Ships: Legolas x Reader, Legolas x you, Aragorn x Arwen, Faramir x Eowyn, Thranduil x Elvenqueen, Galadriel x Celery Celeborn, Boromir x OC, Thorin x OC, Fili x OC, etc. general LoTR standard shippings plus some of my own cuz I can't stand my boys being lonely

Word Count: I try to keep my chapters short, under 2000 words.

Rating: Teen (14+) for now

When you woke up, you found yourself blinded by a stupidly bright light that singed your retinas off. "What the hell?" You shielded your eyes as you tried to find the source.

Oh.

It was Thranduil, and beside him, Legolas, the two so bright they could be hung on your porch as bug-zappers.

Ohhhh...

You were in Middle-Earth. Right. Without any memory of it except for bits and pieces. You did remember that you'd watched the movies so many times that you could've recited each line in your sleep and then some, but you couldn't remember anything but what pieces you randomly dreamed of or remembered, which were already starting to fade.

"Hi. Can I help you with something in my half-starved state?"

Blue-Eyes desperately fought a smirk. Thranduil was less impressed. "My son tells me you lost consciousness because of a lack of sustenance. What sort of repayment is that for my favor to you, may I ask?"

You cocked an eyebrow. "Excuse the fuck outta you, Thrandy, but I just learned about a week and a half ago I'd never see my family again. Forgive me if I got upset."

Blue-Eyes turned his head away, trying really hard not to laugh...

"Also," You went on with a forced cocky smile, "I just learned that I'm in Middle-Earth. Where I come from, all this-- the palace, the land, even your fancy Elven toilets-- were created by some old guy called J. R. R. Tolkien, collectively referred to as 'Jrrt.' Now, I don't remember a goddamn thing except for bits and pieces of dialogue and song, even though I knew the stories by heart."

Thranduil and Blue-Eyes-- who was no longer trying not to laugh-- eyed each other suspiciously. "You knew of this place in your world?"

You nodded. "It's very well-known. But, everybody thinks it's fiction. Unaccesible. And be glad about that, too, because if there were a well-known way to get here, there'd be lots of war, new diseases, and this place would be turned to shit, too."

Thranduil stared at you for a minute, before abruptly turning to Legolas. "Son, I am off to the throne room. I shall summon the council at once."

You waited until he left to ask what that meant.

Blue-Eyes smiled slightly. "Meaning, he is not quite certain what should be done with you. The council is made up of some of the oldest and wisest of Middle-Earth, including the wizards and those of my kin, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien, and Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. Do any of those names sound familiar to you?"

You shrugged. "It doesn't matter if they sound familiar or not. I never remember what anybody looks like. I just get an eerie sense of deja vu."

Blue-Eyes raised an eyebrow. "Deja... Vu?"

You sat up more, rolling your eyes. "It means having a sense of familiarity, like, really strongly. Whatever. Tell me who the wizards are."

Blue-Eyes sat at the end of your bed. "The most powerful of the wizards is Saruman the White, who resides in Isengard, on the edge of Fangorn Forest and the Gap of Rohan. The second is Mithrandir, who is most commonly known as Gandalf the Gray by most folk. The third is the much less-known-of and reclusive Radagast the Brown, but I doubt my father will request his presence; he dislikes his excessive behavior." He raised an eyebrow. "Have you heard of them?"

You nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah. So if I'm an Elf, do I like, have to learn how to act like an Elf, or should you let these really important people decide what to do after they've seen who I am?"

"The latter," Blue-Eyes specified, "But it would still be beneficial to learn Elvish. It should take them quite awhile to arrive; between now and then, you should learn as much of it as possible, after I've given you a tour of Mirkwood."

You made a wheel-like motion with your hands. "After I've eaten and taken a bath, I know."

Blue-Eyes patted your leg. A jolt of electricity shot from where he touched you. What the hell? "Good," He stood and started to leave the room. "I will leave you to your own; there is food on the nightstand, and after, a bath across the bridge there," He pointed, and as you looked across the way seen Elves.

Bathing.

Blushing, you looked to Blue-Eyes wildly. "I-I'm supposed to take a bath with other people."

Blue-Eyes frowned in confusion. "Do you not, from your world?"

"Um, no. We all bathe alone. Where I come from, one's own body is considered... Private, to everybody except your doctor or significant other."

"Oh, I see. I could have a private bath prepared for you, if you wish for it," He answered with a smile. "Even here, we may want to bathe on our own to relax. It would not be a problem." He sneered down at you. "I would not want you bathing in the shared springs anyway. You'd dirty the whole lot of them."

With a very childish glare, you stuck your tongue out at him, causing him to have the oddest look he'd had yet. You'd noticed something about him; he had the unique ability to create a range of dynamically comical expressions. "What are you doing?"

You took up a dramatically serious tone. "I am expressing the 'fuck you' gesture in an immature and childish manner used worldwide, even among the youngest." With that, you stuck your tongue out again.

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Very well, then, Sairen, your bath will be ready for you when you are finished with your meal. I will send someone for you in an hour, if that suits you."

"That suits me perfectly fine, but I beg your fucking pardon, was that 'fuck you' in Elvish?"

Legolas grinned. "Not at all, mellon. It means 'fiery' in our tongue."

"Okay." A wry smile spread across your face. "That I can deal with. But what does 'melon' mean? Both you and Tauriel have called me that so far."

Legolas smiled as he began to close the double-doors, though what they did to block you when the room had only two-foot tall walls, you had no idea. "Mellon. It means, 'my friend.'"

A warm feeling blossomed in your chest as he smiled-- for once, genuinely-- at you. You found yourself smiling back as he closed your doors. When he was gone, your smile toned down a bit, and you took a long, deep breath.

You were still upset. Very. On the inside, you felt torn to pieces. You figured it would be a long, long time before you grief lessened, if it ever did. But now that you knew where you were... It was different. You were sure of something. Where you were, and the fact that the Firemoon Portal would only open every thousand years. If you went back then, you'd already be connected to this world, and everyone in it. If time passed the same, your family would be gone, and you'd be mortal again, without a way to wait for the portal to reopen so that you could return to your new friends here.

But... You knew your family. They'd never forget you, and never stop grieving your loss. But, if they thought you might be somewhere better than Earth, and there was no way back... They'd want you to be happy. They'd want you to make a new life. They wouldn't want you to waste your life starving yourself.

You'd miss them... More than anything...

But for now...

You moved the silver platter on your nightstand to your lap, and started eating.

Home is behind...

The world ahead...

And there are many paths to tread...

***

"No, no," Tauriel corrected you. "Mae govannen."

"Mae govAHnnen."

Tauriel bit back an exasperated sigh. "Well... You're close enough."

You'd been in Mirkwood for nearly a month now, not counting the days of your imprisonment and searching for the portal. You wondered what made Thranduil (Who you still called 'Lord Fabulous' on occassion.) release you and treat you as an Elf, and as it turns out, it was Blue-Eyes himself.

Speaking of, you hadn't seen him in days... He kind of... Disappeared. There was still talk of him, and no one seemed to be worried, so you weren't; for Elves that lived forever, you bet anything that he had princely exploring and regular adventuring to do to keep him occupied.

Around the time he left, Tauriel approached you and asked if you knew any Elvish. Aside from sairen and mellon, you knew less than zero. Apparently, it was considered good Elven manners to at least speak a greeting to guests in their own language, despite what Leggy had said. Meaning, to different members of the council, you had to speak a greeting in Quenyan-- which was different from Sindarin, the most common Elvish language-- Common, and Sindarin. You'd memorized the lines, but it was the pronunciation that really befuddled your non-billingual ass.

Now, you'd pretty much gotten the Quenyan greeting: Mae govannen. It meant well met or something along those lines, but you had to add Lord Elrond Half-Elven of Rivendell. I am at your service. Which was much longer and much more complicated. All in all, it pretty much came out to, Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume.

English (Common.) was equally as long: Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it.

And lastly, to Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, you had to say the most: And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled.

And to you, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn, a star shines upon the hour of our meeting. I am blessed from your coming.

It was all a mouthful. A regal, elegant mouthful, but a mouthful that your tongue had trouble forming. In addition to all the greetings, you had to address them each in order; first Elrond, then the wizards, then Galadriel and Celeborn at once.

They'd arrived a few days ago, but you hadn't actually been summoned yet. You wondered what Thranduil had told them about you so far. He seemed like the type to exaggerate and make shit up: They're nothing but an abomination! They almost killed Legolas! They tried to kill me! They're dangerous and should be restrained! They toilet-papered my throne room!

The elaborate horns blowing signaled something evidently important; Tauriel's face lit up. "Mellon, it is Legolas! He has returned!"

Despite yourself, your heart jumped like a schoolgirl's. Blue-Eyes was back! "Really?! How do I look? Does it look like I've been taking care of myself?" Legolas would kill you if you weren't. Over the weeks, the blue hair dye had left your hair, returning it to its [h/c] color, even if you did still spike it up-- you'd been an outcast your whole life, so having short spiky hair when everybody else had long, flowing hair made you feel at home. You were dressed in dark browns, nearly blacks, in an outfit very similar to a tunic over leggings, knee-high boots, and all finished up with a long jacket, closed with Elven buckles.

"You look fine, [Y/N]," Tauriel assured you absentmindedly, and the two of you trotted down the many, many stairs and bridges to get to the massive front doors of the palace.

Thranduil and a host of other Elves were greeting Legolas, who looked as if he'd been in Sparkle Land for the last couple weeks. His clothes were in prestine condition. His hair was perfectly plaited away from his face. He wore a faint smile, as if whatever he'd been doing hadn't been stressful at all.

You and Tauriel arrived just as Thranduil finished speaking. "And you failed to locate them?"

Legolas held himself regally. "My apologies, my king. It will not happen again."

Thranduil glared down at him. "I should hope not. You will leave again in three days' time, after you have properly greeted our guests." As Thranduil spun on his heel to leave, Blue-Eyes bowed, rising up again as he seen you and Tauriel.

"Tauriel," He said, his face lighting up. She bowed slightly; apparently Elves didn't hug. He grinned snarkily when he seen you. "And [Y/N]. Last I saw you, your hair was strangely sky-hued."

You scoffed. "You can't even say sky-colored? You have to say sky-hued? Stupid Elves and their fancy ways. Good to see ya anyway, Blue-Eyes, even if you're a priss."

"I believe you mean prince."

You laughed, but it faded when he turned to Tauriel and started speaking in Elvish. He lead her away, talking, leaving you on your own. Your face fell. You wanted to tell him that you knew some greetings. You wanted to say you wanted to go with him when he left again. And the fact that you were already alone here only amplified the feeling of... Jealousy? Disappointment?

You watched them leave for a minute, before deciding you'd take a walk in the Mirkwood-- maybe it'd clear your mind. You nearly rammed into an Elf in turning around. "Whoops."

"Nothing to apologize for," the Elf said; thankfully, they'd caught on to Earth slang and understood you most of the time, instead of just assuming you were insulting them. "Thranduil Elvenking has summoned you to his councilroom. The council awaits you."

Your mouth went dry. All the feelings about Legolas ignoring you vanished in an instant. Oh shit. "I-I don't know where that is. You'll take me there, right?"

"Of course," Said the Elf, and lead the way through the twisting halls. He stopped before the one room of the palace that was actually sealed off from the rest besides the dungeons, with doors almost as big as the ones that lead out of the palace. "Here you are. They're waiting for you." He smiled slightly. "A word of advice for the introductions: let King Thranduil introduce you to them before you say your greetings." You bowed slightly in the Elven way as you thanked him.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't nervous as hell. Meeting a bunch of people, really important people... You'd met some important people before: soldiers were the main ones you'd met, aside from a couple of astronauts. Other than that...

Taking a hugely amplified deep breath, you opened the door.

Inside was a wide winding staircase lit  by gorgeously-crafted Elven wall sconces of stained glass and copper metalwork shaped into vines. Every step seemed to echo, and when you reached the top of the staircase, your breath was ripped from you. It was a pavilion. A pavilion in the one place you loved above all else: the sky.

Rails kept anybody from falling off, and it was roofed, so that you could come up here even in the rain. Birds chirped melodiously, and from here, you felt as if you could see all of Middle-Earth. Behind you was a huge mountain range-- you'd never seen mountains before. They were beautiful, snow-capped, and gigantic; the Misty Mountains, obviously. All around you, stretching as far as you could see south and a long way east and west and north, was the Mirkwood, and to the west and north were vast plains, hills, and valleys. Leaves, gold and copper, swirled around the pavilion, giving it an ethereal look. To the west, where you were facing, was a silver lake, wide and glittering in the midday sun. Standing tall and proud beside it was Erebor, home to the King Under the Mountain; currently, Thror. You didn't know why that name seemed so important, though.

You must've turned around in at least a dozen three-sixties, trying to take in what you were seeing. Even if you didn't remember most of it, here you were. You were seeing it, for real and for true, in person, in the home of one of the most revered Elves of Middle-Earth. It seemed unreal, like at any moment, you'd wake up.

A bird, queerly tame, flitted up by your face and up into the rafters; she carried food for her young, and you watched them with a smile, still in disbelief of the views.

A long sigh snapped you out of your trance. Shit. Thranduil waved at you absentmindedly. "Are you daft, vermin? I just introduced you to the council."

"O-oh--"

"Now, now, Thranduil," A wizard chuckled warmly; he wore blue and gray robes, with an immense beard and long hair. Gandalf. "If they really are of another world, then they are obviously stunned by the land. Have you not shown them their new home properly?"

Thranduil nobly facepalmed.

Meanwhile, you realized that it wasn't just Gandalf sitting there smoking his pipe.

Another wizard, this one with long, straight white hair and an equally perfect white beard, in blinding white robes with a white staff: Saruman the White. You didn't know why you got bad vibes from this guy. Beside him sat another Elf, casually, an ankle on his knee and an elbow resting on his higher leg to hold up his head with two fingers. He wore robes of brown and purple, and his long brown hair was held back with a silver Elvish circlet. That had to be Elrond; he looked amused, so you felt kind of relieved. On his left sat a guy who practically glowed, with long blonde hair and white and blue robes. Celeborn. Standing off to the side, with a kind smile like Gandalf, in a billowy white dress with a beautiful Elven circlet made of fine chains and teardrop jewels was a woman, a she-Elf, putting off wisdom-vibes stronger than Gandalf's. Her curling golden hair went well past her waist, and she held herself regally. Out of everyone in this room, she seemed to be the oldest, and the most knowledgeable.

Your Elvish greetings flew right out of your head for a minute, before Thranduil reintroduced you. "This is the council. With us are wizards Saruman the White and Gandalf the Gray, Lord Elrond of House Rivendell, and Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of Lothlorien. Councilmembers, this is [Y/N], the one who appeared from a portal we knew nothing of-- and if I must repeat this once more, I swear to the Valar, I shall throw you off of this pavilion."

Gandalf actually chuckled at that, as did Elrond, while Celeborn cracked a smile. Galadriel seemed to find this all regally amusing. You bowed like Tauriel had showed you. At least, you'd mastered that part. "Mae govannen, Cundo Elrond Peresta-Elda mi Arcimbele. Nanye ketya veume. Greetings, Gandalf the Gray, Mithrandir, and Saruman the White of Isengard. Welcome to these halls. I am at your service as well, should you need it. And ana lye, Heri Galadriel and Cundo Celeborn, elen sila lumenn omentielvo. Nanye aistana et ketya toled."

Elrond looked impressed. "Well, Thranduil, you have certainly trained them well." Thranduil watched you with wide eyes. He hadn't known of your lessons. Suck it, Lord fucking Fabulous.

Celeborn bowed his head. "Your pronunciation is nearly perfect. Well done, young one. However, I doubt you know much else of our tongue yet, so for your sake, we shall converse in Common, if that suits you."

You almost said, It does. Thanks! But that sounded too disrespectful. "Thank you very much." You smiled, and took a seat when Thranduil waved you to the only empty one aside from Galadriel's.

Saruman started off with a wary tone. "Thranduil tells us you come from another world. Is this true?"

Out of the corner of your eyes, you seen Thranduil roll his eyes. "Yes, sir. I come from a place called Earth."

The councilmembers exchanged glances. "That sounds strikingly similar to Middle-Earth," Said Gandalf, and raised an eyebrow. "Are there any similarities between this world, and yours?"

You shook your head sadly. "Not anymore. My people ruined it. There aren't many places like this anymore."

Saruman stiffened. "Then what happens if your people find the portal? Surely, they will try to ruin this, as well?"

You made a face. "They would, yeah, but my people are also really stupid. It'd take a stupid accident and a lot of chance to fall through that portal again, and Legolas said that it only opened once every time a Firemoon happens."

"Legolas?" Elrond asked, curiously, as if this hadn’t been mentioned before. Of course it hadn’t.

You nodded, unsure of why you suddenly had to fight a flush at the mention of his name. "He helped me find the portal with some of his Elven friends when I first got here. We found writing-- he said it was used before the time of even Gondolin. I don't know when that is; is that a long time ago?"

"Very," Replied Gandalf. "Odd... A portal of that magnitude would have to be created by wizards of some sort, especially at such a time..."

A thought suddenly popped into your head. "Some people think we have magic," You piped up, and all eyes were suddenly on you. "But it never works. Not effectively. Just standard hocus-pocus and the power of suggestion. But hundreds of years ago, there was this really mysterious guy who they say really did have magic, which he used to help others. His name was Merlin; he looked kinda like you, Gandalf. But he was in another country, where I come from; where I was when I fell wasn't anywhere near where he traveled."

Saruman narrowed his bird-like eyes. "Then what relevance is this?"

"Because if there was one wizard like you guys in the past," You pointed out, "Why couldn't there be others? There's so much we don't know about history-- we're more intent on wiping out what we don't understand. What if the wizards traveled between worlds and time? Hell, they could be you guys from the future, and it just hasn't happened yet."

"They have a point, Saruman," Gandalf agreed, much to your relief. You didn't think they'd understand the concept of time travel.

"There is nothing we can do about the portal now," Elrond said decisively. "It is closed, and if we tried to destroy it, we could only do damage. It is an easy enough position to defend; should an army come through, they'd have only one entryway."

"Says who?" Saruman challenged. "There could be other portals we do not know of, some that people have not had the misfortune of falling into yet. How do we know that this invader is not a spy to seek out these portals and prepare them for war?"

You fought a sigh. Damn this small-minded son of  a bitch... You tried to think of something smart ass to say, but nothing fit the situation.

"They are not, Saruman." Lady Galadriel's voice was sudden, light, and smooth, like honey. It radiated outward with an undeniable power that could make anybody listen to her. "Their thoughts do not lead there." Shit. I mean crap. I mean dang. Mind reader. "They are afraid, and worried... They miss the family they left behind, but they are willing to make a life here, since they have no way of returning."

You nodded. "My thanks, my lady."

Lady Galadriel bowed her head in response.

"Build a life?" Saruman inspected you carefully from where he sat. "You are nothing but an infiltrator. Why should we allow you a place among the citizens of Middle-Earth?"

"It does not have to be here," Thranduil pointed out, and your heart shot to your ankles. "You have an unfortunate habit of collecting needy strays, Elrond; why don't you take them with you when you return to Rivendell?"

Elrond shot him a glare.

Um, I think the fuck not. Lady Galadriel, tell them I say no! Tell them I want to stay here! You thought of the views, and of... of Blue-Eyes...

"Perhaps they should be isolated," Saruman said. "Somewhere they cannot concoct any mischief. Rohan is quite strict, as Gondor is watchful. Either would suffice. Perhaps centuries of isolation in Isengard itself would keep them in line."

"Maybe the Shire would be good for them," Gandalf said. "The hobbits are quite peaceful little creatures. Then again, if isolation is what we are looking for, then Laketown couldn't be better. Or Dale; the dwarves don't let anyone commit any mischief from Erebor."

I don't want to leave...

"Lothlorien would perhaps be suitable," Celeborn added. "Or, maybe even the mines of Moria. I do not have much love for dwarves, but they would be kind enough to them."

"What," Interrupted Galadriel, "Does the subject of our conversation think of this?"

Silence fell. You took a deep breath. "I... I'd like to stay here." You seen Thranduil's head turn slowly to look at you, and you could hear him thinking, the fuck did you just say? "Please, my lord."

A tense silence fell over the room. Finally, Thranduil sighed. "I do not want you here, invader. You would have to prove your loyalty and skill beyond a shadow of a doubt."

You perked up. "Legolas is going on some super-secret missions, right? Maybe I could go with him. You trust him of all people to tell you the truth about me, right? So maybe I could prove myself then."

Thranduil thought about this for a moment. "Legolas is hunting for the orcs who are trying to overtake our borders. He found them, but he let them escape, even though they were a small group. He is leaving in three days with reinforcements; you may join him."

You almost visibly sagged with relief. Almost.

"However," Thranduil added, "If I find his report unsatisfactory, you will go with one of the councilmembers and leave Mirkwood. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

Elrond nodded to you. "You would have a home in Rivendell. It is the last safe haven of the Elves in Middle-Earth." He gave Thranduil a pointed sideways glance. "My people are welcoming and kind. They would be glad to have you." With a slight roll of his eyes, he gestured to Gandalf. "And of course, Mithrandir..."

Gandalf looked excited. "I would take you on my journeys with me, if you so desired. First, I would take you to the Shire. Very nice people, those hobbits. And of course, dwarves would be next."

"I thank you both," You smiled slightly, and you truly were grateful, but... "Then it is settled," Thranduil said authoritively. "Elrond, Gandalf, you are welcome to stay here until Legolas returns."

"I would be grateful," Elrond said, but Gandalf defiantly snorted. "I, dear Elvenking, already have arranged for lodgings in Laketown. Send for me once they arrive, so that I may know what I must do."

You felt buoyed a little. Gandalf didn't one-hundred-percent think you'd fail. And you wouldn't. You'd kick ass. You'd save Blue-Eyes's ass again. You'd come back triumphant, and Thranduil would have to let you stay.

Wouldn't he?

Thranduil left first with Elrond and Celeborn, followed by Gandalf and Saruman closely. Galadriel looked out over to the lake, all shiny and pretty and with her hair billowing majestically. "Why do you wish to stay among those who do not wish for your presence?"

You were stunned by the question. "I-I don't know... I've lived all my life an outcast... The hated one... I've just grown used to it. Being somewhere where people would be nice to me makes me uncomfortable. But there are a couple of people nice to me, and that's enough."

Galadriel was silent for a moment. "You think of him."

"Uhhh..."

"The prince."

You did blush this time. "I-I don't--"

"You are one of the Eldar now, mellon," Galadriel stated slowly. "Eldar only fall in love once. I have known many who have been broken by that which is unrequited. Do not be one of them."

You thought about her words for a second. "I don't love him... I don't even have like a crush on him or anything..." I've only known him for a couple days, overall.

Galadriel nodded slightly into the breeze. "Sieze it, if the chance arises. But if it does not, or if you do not think it will... I advise you to seek for a home elsewhere." You got the gist. If I do fall for him on my mission, and I know it won't go anywhere... Leave, even if I succeed.

Your heart was heavy at that thought, but you knew she was right. "Thank you, my lady."

"You need not thank a friend for giving advice." She smiled at you, and you left the pavilion with a deep bow, trying desperately not to let your heartstrings fall apart.

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OC Headcanons

A/N: Here's some headcanons for my ocs (Marigold, Simon, and Levi) that no one asked for! It's just general headcanons, no x reader (yet). Plus it's my blog and I get to choose what I post 😎

Marigold

Right off the bat, a dumbass

She's kind of book smart but at times she lacks common sense

Which is almost all the time

She's also a very curious and reckless person

Like if something were to catch her attention, she will follow it to the ends of the Earth until she's satisfied

That means running into many problems that could've been easily avoided. Oh well.

B U F F girl

Bruh she got a whole ass six pack and she's not afraid to show them off

She will show off her muscles and flex at any opportunity she gets

For a 5'6" lady, she's one stronk girl

Is the literal definition of a shit eating grin

Can and will make fun of anyone

She's a bully, especially to her brothers Simon and Levi

For as long as she lived, she would always randomly pull her brothers into a wrestling match

Would win 95% of the time

But if anyone else were to mess with them, she will not hesitate to break a few bones

"THE ONLY PERSON WHO GETS TO HARASS MY FAMILY IS ME"

Simon is 5 years younger than her and Levi is 7 years younger

Always calls them her baby bros

Did I forget to mention that she's a bit self-absorbed?

In a nutshell she's just your stereotypical high school jock that has good grades

When it comes down to more serious matters though, she will put her jokes aside and will be the best listener you've ever met

She becomes more stoic and strict, especially if the serious matter involves her brothers

Even though she wouldn't willingly admit it, her family is everything to her

They may be half blood but that doesn't matter to her AT ALL

When serious, she immensely radiates concerned mother energy

You'd think that after tormenting showing tough love to her younger brothers would mean that she wouldn't have a soft spot for children, right?

WRONG. VERY WRONG.

Will go VERY soft and will drop her tough and rough demeanor when there's little children around

C'mon, she basically raised her brothers

Once their mother died when she was 15, she stepped up and became both their big sister and mother figure

When their mother died, Simon was 10 years old and Levi was 8

So of course her heart grew a soft spot for children

Also a pansexual bby

Simon

The most flexible out of the siblings

Like if he were to be paired up with Marigold, they will wreak havoc and chaos together

Be very afraid when you see these two together

However, if he were to be paired up with Levi, they become absolute nerds and the most logical and rational duo there is to exist

Simon is an absolute gentleman

Will hold doors open for people, help someone carry their things, make snacks for others, etc

A literal fucking prince

Marigold always tells him that his kindness is admirable but should harden up and be more stoic since the world isn't a kind place

That doesn't stop him though

Many people mistake him as a doormat and try to use him

Oh but little did they know that they got a whole ass storm coming

He will not hesitate to bring in his sister if anyone were to wrong or the people he cares about

Will only hold his sister back if she's on the verge of severely injuring people

When there's a serious problem going on, the first thing he does is list out possible solutions and cross out any that wouldn't work

He's a quick thinker and makes great observation

Would actually make a great detective

Like Marigold, family is everything to him

He's more than willing to do anything for them with almost no hesitation

ALSO friendly sparring with his siblings

Marigold is their coach and teaches them how to fight

While Simon appreciates everything she's done for them, all the sacrifices she had to make, all the protection and all, he wants to do the protecting for once

He wants to be someone that they can rely on despite him already being that person

Made it one of his life goals to beat his sister in a fighting match at least once

Honestly, he doesn't really likes kids

He just tolerates them

He already has to deal with his other two siblings bickering, arguing, and him having to break up the fight before it escalates

He doesn't want to deal with that again

Soft demisexual boi

Levi

The smartest and most logical out of the three

But definitely isn't the nicest

He's not as rude as Marigold and wouldn't loudly insult a random person

But he will call out someone if they're being a dumbass

Will nitpick every single thing that's wrong with that person and make them feel bad

All while with a resting cold bitch face

I think the better word for this is intimidating

Marigold is intimidating in a sense that you know she'll break your bones if you do anything that's considered wrong in her eyes

Simon isn't that much intimidating until he threatens to call in his sister and brother

While Levi intimidates someone in a sense that you'll be mentally scarred as his harsh words would stick to you for a very long time

Anyway, he wears glasses and his sister gives him shit for it

"Hey nerd!" "What's up, nerd?" "Wow that's some nerd shit." "NERD NERD NERD."

Dislikes his sister very much

No matter how many times he tries to insult her, it seems like it doesn't affect her at all

And that results into physical fights where Simon has to (attempt to) break it up

He thinks that she's a bad influence to his older brother despite him being the youngest

Levi is honestly the physically weakest

He doesn't like to participate in any physical activities with Marigold

So he always makes up excuses and leaves

Is also a comic book nerd

Has a whole ass bookshelf dedicated to the comics he collected over the years

He's serious almost 85% of the time

He doesn't really think much of children

As long as they don't get his stuff dirty, he doesn't have much of an issue with them

But he would rather have them out of his way since it makes things a tad bit easier

REALLY does not like to play around and would rather be straightforward than beat around the bush

Can be pretty blunt

It's to the point where he makes a joke and people don't know if he's being serious or not

When a crisis comes down that involves his family, he'll try to stay calm and stay rational

But on the inside, he's panicking

Sure, his siblings may be dumbasses (especially MG), but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about them

They're the only family he has

But for his and their sake, he has to stay logical

Bisexual cold boi

[ankkalinna]

So, the concept art Glomgold... i’m sure at this point most of you have already seen it. that design kept the scottish thing from dt87 (though it is not the first time glomgold had been interpreted as scottish) but went much more with the ‘evil double’ angle. it was just one thing and an approach they were playing with and these things happen, for one reason or another a show decides to go with a different take... but people asked me about it, so i figured i’d talk about dt17 glomgold in general here.

now, across all of his incarnations, glomgold’s relationship to scrooge remains his most important and the most defining feature and the driving reason for the whole existence of the character. this is still true in dt17, but now we have to talk about one of my main issues with dt17 and why i don’t like dt17 glomgold/duke baloney either.

I really hate dt17 version of scrooge

glomgold being a dumbass, or fat, or incompetent, isn’t on its own the problem. it’s how he is used to contrast with scrooge that’s an issue for me.

scrooge too is portrayed as a dumbass in the comics quite a lot, even as incompetent or outright evil. and he most certainly is not as athletic as he is in dt17, the actionhero-y characteristics are a dt17 invention. the best you could say is that’s how he used to be when he was young. don rosa definitely played up that for him in Life and time of scrooge mcduck to make his youth in klondike to be his ‘physical and moral high point’ (and his fall afterwards tragic)

and there are comics where scrooge is shown to be a hard worker when it comes to treasure hunting and business but in that context it’s very much portrayed as him being driven by his greed not... this action hero thing dt17 is enamored with.

so when you have two characters who in previous adaptations have been The Same and you choose to go with ‘let’s make the other one evil and dumb and a failed copy who is fat and fails at everything and pretend the other one is heroic and cool and let’s make him an athletic badass too who is a Good Billionaire’ well those are certainly choices you made, and i personally just. don’t enjoy it

the treatment of scrooge in dt17 reflects on glomgold and honestly. why is he in this story? what is his function? in his original barks comic glomgold is no more evil than scrooge is (if anything scrooge is nastier) and he exists to unsettle scrooge on a very personal level. he is the same, and suddenly scrooge has to confront the fact his identity might be in danger. in the comic (as well as other classic barks stories like ‘only a poor old man’) he keeps trying to convince donald all the sacrifices he made are worth it because he is the richest, that the achievement makes all the little joys he missed in life worth it. this is why being faced with the prospect he isn’t the richest is so terrifying to him. and yet, worth noting the comic still treats both scrooge and glomgold as ridiculous and their contest as something no one else cares about. donald and hdl keep being unimpressed by the two dumbasses and by the end scrooge remains oblivious to the fact the real happiness he has over glomgold is the fact one of them has family.

later on glomgold’s use as a character shifted to a more villainous direction (though later danish and especially the dutch comics kept and keep writing him and scrooge as just the same and two dumbasses) most notably with the last barks story and don rosa’s comics where he still remains The Same but now the dark reflection on what scrooge could have been, especially with don rosa. imo that’s a take that might have worked very well for dt17 what with their focus on family as a theme... have glomgold be what scrooge would be without family.

so dt17 glomgold we got isn’t a reflection of what scrooge could be so what is he then there for? just to be the source for jokes about his incompetence. sometimes trying to murder kids i guess. which again... if you like it sure... but i dislike dt17 scrooge and how the show venerates him so i just. don’t have fun seeing glomgold being used just to contrast how cool scrooge is you guys

(also stuff like the shark thing as such is??? not how glomgold has ever acted which makes him feel like an OC)

in general the show has the issue of all the villains just kinda being ridiculous and more importantly a total non-threat to scrooge, and i think for lot of people who do like the concept glomgold that’s the major appeal; a villain who would have actually been a threat to scrooge. someone who is his equal in every way. after all how much more meaningful are your heroes’ victories if they actually have to struggle for it? how revealing those little differences than become? i am not the biggest fan of glomgold as the dark version of scrooge (i prefer him as the lonely version, but also i do not think of scrooge as a hero anyway) but it would have been something the series really needed.

i remember having my doubts about this version of glomgold when i did see the first images, and with the pilot episode my fears were confirmed when scrooge just treated glomgold like a joke. so it’s a kinda... ‘we could have had something much better’ kinda feeling... if they had gone with that version i would enjoy dt17 scrooge more too very likely...

[snavian]

mags I miss hearing abt yr ocs.. tell me about uhh Fern,Supernova and Smog :0 also are yr ocs connected to a story of some sort? (I forgot if they had a story or not it's been a while aggh--

Thank you so much for asking about them!! I love speaking about my ocs so much,, :D! And yeah they all exist within the same universe with their own stories, and I’m gonna write a story called The Sunny Side of Hell with some of them at some point!

here’s some stuff about Fern, Supernova and Smog!Fern

- Fern is a shapeshifter living in the Forest (a huge sentient forest known by humans as a place where no one comes back from, filled with all kinds of horrors and things that can never be understood by humans). Her default form is currently a bipedal rusty coloured leopard and like with all other shapeshifters, every form of hers has the same rusty colours.

- She tries her best to be as positive as she can, even when she doesn’t completely feel it, hence her spamming hearts and smileys. Her heart is in the right place but she doesn’t realize that a single smiley face by itself is terrifying.

- That being said, Fern isn’t stupid! She can often tell when people are lying and picks her decisions carefully, and isn’t afraid to stand up for what she thinks is right.

- She works as a blacksmith and a jewelry maker, although lately she’s been focusing more on the jewelry since her mother already works as a blacksmith too.

- She’s probably one of the only characters I have that has more than 2 brain cells so she just,, watches the mayhem and wonders how on earth they manage to get into so much trouble in such a short amount of time.

- Fern is a trans woman and a lesbian! She also has depression.

- Some of the things she enjoys are piano and lolita dresses. Her work is also something she finds a lot of fun in since she likes creating things.

- Fern and Smog have been friends since early childhood and know more about each other than anyone else, however in the present their relationship is more awkward than anything else because of their past (although they’ve been friends they also have shared trauma, and dated at one point before breaking up) and differing goals/morals which make it hard for them to keep talking easily.

- At some point along in the future Fern becomes a private detective!

Supernova

- Supernova is a “demon” kid living with another kid, Camellia, in his house in a demon dimension. He’s more human-like on the scale of demon appearances, as he’s generally got the same anatomy as a human teenager would, however he has a tail, feathered wings, horns, sharp scales under his eyes and a sort of snout rather than a human nose. He’s also got unnatural colours, with his skin being a greyish blue, and his hair/feathers being pink.

- He’s one of three friends in a friend group, the other two being a demon called Camellia and a shapeshifter called Biscuit. They’re all in their teens (Biscuit is 13, Camellia is 14, Supernova is 16) and they’re very much your sort of protagonist group of three kids, without being actual protagonists. They’ve all got their own problems but they’re super close and can do anything together!

- Supernova really enjoys comics, video games and making music, as well as stars and looking after his three demon dogs, Thebe, Orthosie and Mneme.

- Before Camellia started living with him he ate pretty much exclusively cereal and the only thing that stopped him was her buying things that weren’t cereal.

- Supernova is a gnc trans man (hasn’t transitioned yet though because he’s 16 and has no parental figures) and pan! He’s also autistic and has depression.

- Out of the three of them, Nova is the best “behaved”. As in, he’s not a gremlin like Biscuit and Camellia are. He’s generally polite and friendly, and also absolutely refuses to swear at all.

- After it was mentioned in a conversation with the gang and Smog, Nova has started to question what he is and where he came from. He hadn’t thought about it much, simply assuming he was just a demon, however someone pointed out that he has feathered wings, which demons can’t have. However, angels can’t have horns either, so this has left him completely unsure of who or what he is.

Smog

- Smog is a half demon, half triangle-head (demon on her mother’s side) from the Forest, like Fern. Her appearance takes more after her triangle-head father, with her head and upper body being indistinguishable from a regular triangle-head other than the mouth she can make appear at will (triangle-heads don’t have mouths) and long claws, however her legs are digitigrade and shadowy black like her magic, and she has a tail made of the same magic with a distinctive devil-like tail tip. Her skin is a dark indigo with brighter blue spiraling stripes on certain areas of her body.

- Smog is known best as a trouble maker, always looking for a thrill with no regard for her own safety or the safety of others. However, depending on if someone is an enemy or a friend, very different parts of Smog’s nature come to light, either a snarky, brutish asshole who can quickly become violent with enough motivation, or a loyal, gentle demon who wouldn’t think twice about putting her life on the line to protect the people she loves.

- She likes to collect things in her free time, especially shiny or colourful objects, hence the mention of her collecting seashells. However, Smog also has very bad aquaphobia and astraphobia and the smell of sea salt reminds her of the ocean, so once she collects them she never looks at them again.

- When she’s not causing mischief Smog enjoys exploring for new places in the Forest, carving wood figures and drinking.

- Smog is usually the one that Fern has to stop from continuing whatever shenanigans she’s getting into. Fern is 98% of Smog’s impulse control.

- Smog is bi and although she doesn’t have anything specific, she definitely has trauma and trust issues.

- She has a very bad relationship with both of her parents, more so her mother than her father, but either way she hates thinking about them too much when she doesn’t have to. 

- She’s kind of a smart dumbass. She knows how to play her cards but she’d also eat anything and everything she feels like, even if it’s some beetle on a tree.

- Smog is also the kind of person who finds it hard to outright say how she feels yet wouldn’t think twice about putting her life on the line to protect someone she cares about.