#He is doing dramatic howls when he doesn't get attention !!

[tar-dar]

Ghost -> Husky

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Vil Schoenheit

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Vil Schoenheit x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 1.155 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.

Vil wondered who in the entire school would be chosen as the princess's partner instead of him. With someone like him at school, who the heck did they kidnap if they were looking for the perfect person for the princess?

And then he hears your name, and his eyes widen. On the one hand, he now understands. After all, if he himself fell in love with you, who wouldn't? But on the other hand, his pride was still a little hurt. But more importantly, he needed to save you!

When rescue groups are formed, he asks to be in the last one. He knows he will be the best choice for this operation because he is an actor, but to create the perfect “romantic interest”, after all, your life was at risk, he first needed to understand what the princess's “character” was like.

When it's the last group's turn, whenever someone needs to stay behind to tie up the ghosts, Vil tells one of the others to do it. He always displays such confidence and leadership that the others simply followed his orders and stayed behind. One of the boys in the group was Rook, so it was clear that he would follow Vil's orders. Vil ends up being the only one to arrive at the ceremony hall.

Following the plan and after studying the princess's "character", Vil gets into character even before opening the door. He opens the door with a bang and orders them to stop the wedding. And in the first few sentences you already got an uncanny shiver.

“STOP THE WEDDING! Princess! I cannot bear this! My heart cannot bear to see you marrying someone else. Please, my wonderful princess, I beg you to at least give me a chance to prove myself to be a good partner to you!” And he was even being so dramatic talking.

But you couldn't deny that he was an excellent actor. Anyone who doesn't know him, the princess for example, would never realize he was acting. But you knew him, and so you had to try hard not to laugh at how strange that was. He was acting so well it looked like he was possessed. And worse, he was playing... ROOK?

You were controlling yourself not to laugh, but some of the students petrified by the princess's slap weren't. And they burst into laughter, especially Leona and Floyd. “Pay these poor rejects no attention, my sweet princess.” Vil continued “They are merely jealous of whoever is worthy of standing next to you at the altar.” He was even imitating some of Rook's gestures, which only made the others laugh even more.

Vil did everything the princess asked of him. He sang with her, answered her questions with the answers he thought she wanted to hear and which from her reaction seemed right. But it seemed like she was never satisfied. Why did it never end? What was going wrong? And it was then that she said that Vil would definitely be a wonderful prince, but she had already chosen you.

“WHAT?! You can not be serious!” Now, the Vil you knew was back, and he was pissed. “I do all this, I answer all these nonsense questions, I try to act in a way that pleases you and it's all for nothing?!” Even the princess was scared by his change in behaviour. And the guards placed themselves in defensive positions. The princess asks what happened to him, what was going on?

“I tell you what is going on. I'm here doing my best to convince a delusional princess to accept me as her husband so I can save the real person I care about and yet I'm rejected after having so much patience with a spoiled girl!” The princess is horrified to know that it was all just an act, she had really believed it, she even starts to cry. And of course, the guards threaten Vil. “Cry all you want, it doesn't bother me, I came here to save (Y/N) and that's what I'm going to do. One way or another.”

And then, a fight between the ghosts and Vil begins. Which he could have almost won if it weren't for that guard who turned into a giant ghost. He suggested that the princess give Vil the slap to petrify him, but she did nothing for a moment. Afterwards, she said that what Vil did was the most evil thing anyone had ever done to her. Playing with someone's feelings like that.

“I know it's one of the ugliest things I've ever done. But I wasn't just playing. I was trying to save the person you kidnapped.” She asks if he can act so well, how would you know if what he says he feels for you is real? He looks at you, confidently, with a loving look and his soft smile. “They know.” He may be an excellent actor, but you know he’s not a liar.

And, out of nowhere, the princess started to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you. She also wanted someone to do all that for her. Pretending to be someone else just to save you, even if it meant being away from you forever. (In the Vils head he was like: Actually I was going to put a ring on your finger to send you alone to the afterlife, but of course, think whatever you want.) And this was the opportunity that the guard who was in love with her found to declare himself. He said he wasn't that good of an actor, but that if he had to, he would do his best. And that whole ending of the princess realizing that she loved him too happens, they get married and happily ever after.

After everything and while the first-years were getting ready to tidy up and clean the cafeteria, you asked Vil to wait a bit. You leave the room so you can talk alone. He looks at you from top to bottom and started fixing your clothes and hair.

“One thing I must admit, those ghosts had some fashion sense.” When he finishes he takes a step back and looks at you. He smiles. “You sure are beautiful.” You throw yourself at him to hug him. “*Sigh* I just fixed your clothes.” but he still hugged you back. “I should teach you some self-defence techniques. It seems like you are becoming too attractive with my help.” Just in case, you ask him if he is really flirting with you at that moment. “Firstly, you don't seem too bothered by it so I assume I'm allowed to do it. And secondly, I'm not Rook. Do you really think I would praise anyone else like this, sweet potato?”

Vil highly values his face. For this reason, you are probably the only person he would let kiss him, both on the cheeks and lips.

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[loveydovey-leviathan]

(for your recent post)

hmmm how about mal and reader were having an argument or sumn then he's like " hmph let's not talk to each other for now >:( " so you grant him some space/or silent treatment and mal is like dramatically waiting for u to talk to him for HOURS in his room just brooding there and when he realize you're still ignoring him, he's like a pathetic sad wet cat needy for ur attention now bcs he couldn't stand being apart from u.

im sorry for the basic ass idea lol 😭 im just a sucker for silent treatment scenarios like this

malleus x gn! reader

a/n: written as romantic -> FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, IM A SUCKER FOR THESE TOO 😔😔 hope i did this justice

.

one of the many things malleus adores about you is your stubbornness. the way you don't back down against what you think is wrong is something that will always set him ablaze with admiration for you.

though he doesn't quite like it when that pride is directed at him.

he's realizing this now when scornful words are spat between the two of you in the living room of ramshackle. clouds and lighting are beginning to gather as a response to his irritation and annoyance. he doesn't even know what this silly argument was even about or why it started in the first place, and unfortunately, malleus can be just as stubborn as can be.

"since you insist on being childish, i think it's best for us to not talk for a while," he isn't even looking at you as he says this, so when he disappears into pretty green firelights, he misses the hurt expression on your face as he leaves.

this is stupid, you think, but you bite your lip in worry as you walk upstairs and lay in bed, grim beside you snoring away. you said things you didn't mean so perhaps it's best to give him space, though how long that will go on is unknown to you since your lovely dragon is a fae with a rather skewed perception of time... whatever, he knows where to find you as soon as he decides he's comfortable enough to talk this out.

unbeknownst to you, malleus is now brooding in his room, lying face down on his pillow. the clouds around nrc have gotten worse, static brushing against the air as he waits for a phone call from you. preferably a sincere apology since he obviously deserves it after the things you've said.

...

well, he supposes it wasn't entirely your fault. he uttered words all to anger you as you did him, though none of them were true. you weren't childish, the opposite in fact-- having to take care of that first-year duo and that cat you're always hanging out with, taking precious time away when you could be stroking his hair and kissing his hands and petting his horns. as you do.

that's another thing he likes about you. even if you don't spend as much time together as he'd like, what you do to him is more than enough to compensate. you know he likes being kissed on the neck, you know he loves it when you take of his gloves and hold his hands, you know he loves when you lightly blow on his ear. you always look so happy when you do it too-- like seeing him smile makes you-

wait, isn't he supposed to be angry at you? he humphs and pouts when he realizes you still haven't called. he turns his head, eyebrows crossed and he stares at the phone on his desk. the only reason he learned how to use a phone was so you could contact him and send him texts and "memes" like you do with the rest of your friends.

he considers going to you himself but immediately shoves the idea away. he's still mad at you after all.

...

...

...

...

the clouds start pouring rain.

it isn't even the raging, storming kind-- the ones with howling winds and thunderous claps of lightning that illuminate the very sky. it's sad and cold that heavily drops on your already straining roof. your dampened mood worsens and you decide to get out of bed and make a hot drink to help you sleep.

you briefly glance at the alarm on your bedside table and see that it's 2:31 a.m., way too early to do anything at all.

just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, you hear 3 heavy knocks at the front door. any normal person would panic and call a friend for help, but your friends ace are usually the ones getting kicked out, so you figure something similar happened.

imagine your surprise when you see your boyfriend in all his 202 cm glory. his hair sticks to his face in an unfairly handsome way considering he's absolutely soaked, and somehow the look accentuates the pretty green hue of his eyes that have only ever looked at you like you were everything and more, even when he's angry at you.

...did he walk here?

you continue staring at him for a while and your realize that while your lover is incredibly beautiful- so much so the word beautiful could never begin to describe him- he is also very. pathetic. if only people knew how much of a wet cat he was. he even bumps his nose against yours as an act of affection sometimes.

and that fact is ever prominent right now. his arms are crosses and his lips are jutted in a cute pout, refusing to say a word.

"..."

"..."

"..."

you don't know what to do exactly, considering there isn't a manual for 'what to do when your draconic boyfriend stands outside your front door in the soaking rain while he remains completely silent', so you slowly turn and walk through ramshackle's living room and into your dainty little kitchen.

heavy footsteps follow close behind you, followed by a light thud of a closing door and the muffling of the rain. malleus continues to follow you when you boil enough water for two, when you take out your tea bags (gifted by kalim) and seep it into the water. you take the occasional glance here and there, wondering if you should speak before ultimately deciding against it. maybe he doesn't want to talk right now.

he sits closely next to you- so close your knees touch when you rest yourself on one of the seats against the table. your fingertips briefly touch when you pass him the newly brewed tea and it's almost like he wants to reach out to hold your hand, but he pulls away at the last second.

from there, you sit in silence. the heat of the mug spreads from your cold fingertips and you warm up as you drink your tea. already, your becoming tired. you look at mal once more and he still has that adorable pout on his face, but his eyebrows aren't as furrowed as before. usually, you'd gladly offer a cuddle during a rainy night, but tonight's been strange.

so when you try to leave your seat, a hand suddenly stops you. it's the first time he's looked you in the eyes the entire night and good god it's cute, lame and pitiful all at the same time. truly, a stray kitty in a box out in the rain begging for attention. his eyes look up at you in the saddest way possible and you swear you see a wet sheen-- and that damn pout that's going to be the fucking death of you one day is still there.

"i'm sorry," he mutters, and he shifts from one hand holding yours to two. "i can't stand being apart from you." the apology is blunt, honest and sincere, just like him.

you gently lift the hand he wasn't holding to his cheek and he nuzzles into it, closing his eyes as he enjoys your petting. something deep rumbles in his chest and you realize he's purring again.

"m' sorry too, mal. shouldn't have said what i said."

almost immediately, the heavy rain lessens before quickly coming to a stop. there's a smile on his face and the all-too-familiar, tell-tale blush on his cheeks. you place your finger under his chin and tilt his head before kissing him softly. he's dormant and still, like he's afraid of breaking this moment, but he tightens his grip on your hand like he's afraid you'll leave.

malleus chases your lips in hopes for more when you pull away all too soon. he's staring at you with a look as sweet and delicate as spun sugar.

"let's go to bed, mal."

he chuckles like he always does. "if you insist, my love." like he wasn't waiting, hoping you ask him.

[ma1dita]

pushover

luke castellan x dionysus!reader

a/n: usually you’re the one stitching Luke up but the one time he gets to do it for you, he knows you’re milking it. no trouble!verse tags, can be standalone -> she’s an ACTRESS okay? who tf wouldn’t want luke to kiss a booboo; this was a forgotten draft for my partners in crime series feel free to read

wc: 1.2k

“OWWWW!”

The sun shines again on Camp Half-Blood peeking through Luke’s dark curls as he towers over you, laughing from his position above. Your knee is scraped after cushioning your fall, or perhaps your attack, after Luke thought it’d be funny to push you again as he walked past.

Well, today’s been kind of boring, so might as well make the most of it right? 

As a daughter of Dionysus, you do love to put on a good show.

There’s a glimmer of mischief in your eye as you do your best to convince him that he’s maimed you but as his eyes fall to the slightly aggravated skin, Luke sighs at the way you look like a kicked puppy, lower lip jutting out as you squint up at him.

“Stop being so overdramatic. It wasn’t that serious.”

“YOU SHOVED ME INTO A BUSH!” 

The howl that leaves your throat catches the attention of other campers, who are familiar with your dramatics and your penchant for picking a fight with the son of Hermes. Luke sighs and runs his hands through his hair, groaning in embarrassment. 

Gods forbid he look like the bad guy.

“Seriously, trouble— you're acting like I pushed you off a cliff,” he grumbles finally crouching down to reach for your leg to check how serious it is. 

It’s not.

“You're a barbarian. Just because you think it's funny to push me around doesn't mean it actually is! Luke.... I can't walk! It feels like my bone is coming through. And I have so much work to do today, and now I'm gonna have to walk super slow…” you groan, still on the ground. Luke rolls his eyes and once he's checked the injury (the whole menacing palm-sized scrape) his expression softens the tiniest bit. He’s still kinda pissed off at you for being a drama queen though.

“Alright, it's not life-threatening so you're going to be fine. Look, I can carry you if I have to.”

Batting his hand away you roll your eyes, “Like I'd let you. You'd probably toss me into the lake again.” 

Luke smirks, “Probably, but I swear to the gods that I wouldn't do anything to maim you. Not on purpose at least.” It’s almost criminal how easy it is to get on your nerves—he thinks you’ve finally shut your trap until he watches you fake crawl away to get a reaction out of him. Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing to everyone watching so he scoops you into his arms like you weigh nothing. Luke chuckles softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your squirming frame so you won't fall as he begins walking.

“So difficult. I swear…”

“Me? Never!” you groan, flopping in his arms like a dead body. Your dead weight makes his arms strain a little but his muscles are fun to look at from any angle, so… 

You miss it when he starts speaking again, “You're too much, you know that?” A smirk grows upon your face, “And you can't get enough. The infirmary is the other way, Castellan....” Luke huffs as he turns 180 towards the infirmary, sighing softly at the way you are sprawled in his arms. But he keeps quiet because he knows how to pick and choose his battles. Something about the realization that he’d only do this for you makes him bite his lip in thought. But you think he’s trying to not laugh at you.

“What? You maim me and then you make fun of me? Haven't you done enough?” The words slip by as you peek at him through one open eye, his cheeks flushed and rosy. Hopefully, his brawn won’t expire on the short trek to the infirmary.

“You're lucky I don't drop you right now,” Luke jostles you with a lopsided grin he can’t hide anymore and it steadily gets bigger at the sound of your surprise.

“Don't you DARE, Luke Castellan!” 

Grabbing onto his mop of curls, the boy winces as his nose brushes against your wrist, and the shockwaves it sends through your system are enough to send you reeling. Maybe it’s the way you almost sway with each step he takes, smooth and steady like a sailboat even when he’s carrying you like this.

He ends up having to carry you inside the infirmary and the Apollo kids on shift stop and stare at their two best counselors in the doorway. Luke tries to ignore them, setting you down on an empty cot and getting the medical supplies he needs to treat your wound. He looks at you propped on the bed like a little princess, cross-legged and fluttering eyelashes waiting for him to clean you up. It's not serious enough for ambrosia, he thinks, so he grabs an alcohol wipe instead.

Luke looks like he's trying his hardest not to smirk as he grabs your leg and begins carefully cleaning the scrape.

“Ow! Gentle! When I patch you up after you spar I don't do it maliciously!”

“I am being gentle, stop wriggling!” Luke grits his teeth as he continues to wipe the drying blood away. He's trying to be careful, but he's clearly irritated that you're not making this easy for him.

Tossing your knee over his lap and getting closer, suddenly you go quiet at the proximity. There’s something intimate about being tended to so delicately in a room filled with people. A quiet in the chaos reserved for only the two of you.

“So what, you think I'm too good for ambrosia? Sending me off to heal like a mortal— what type of nurse are you?”

“You drunk on ambrosia for a scrape would definitely make your dad thrilled and have the both of us cleaning the stables for the rest of the week,” Luke lets out a brief snicker as he meets your gaze, rolling your eyes as you lean against the wall. His hand unconsciously rubs circles into the skin above your knee, featherlight yet firm at the same time. You try to ignore the goosebumps that rise in its wake.

Luke doesn't say anything about it while he continues to look at you. He realizes that you look quite pretty even with windswept hair and dirt on your cheek, but he can't let you see that he's noticed. Something shifts in the air of the infirmary, more overpowering than the smell of antiseptic and it bubbles in both of your chests, overflowing and seeping into the small space between you.

Not bad for a boring day, you suppose. You make him piggyback you for the rest of the day in an attempt to guilt-trip him. But the huge smile on his face has all of your campers thinking otherwise.

—

The next day, he sees you walking perfectly fine. In fact, with the way you’re rushing to scold a Hephaestus kid for almost setting the armory on fire, he’s not sure he’s ever seen you move that fast in your life.

Warmth settles on your cheeks as your eyes dart between the kid you’re yelling at and Luke’s narrowing eyes from afar, and you can’t quite tell if the rush of emotions is from what you’re doing versus who you’re really looking at.

Maybe the next time he pushes you around he’ll find out.

[jina1028]

Smoothie

Haechan x fem!reader

Categories: smut, recreational use of alcohol, sex in public, car sex, fwb, blowjob, tell me if I missed something

A.N. I feel like this is kinda short compared to my other works but I still hope you have fun reading <3

~♡~

You were at a club with your friends and currently seated around a table sipping your drinks and talking nonsense. As most of the times you and your friends got a bit drunk, the subject of your conversation was drifting towards nsfw territory. Your innocent question about favorite cocktails turned into a discussion about blowjobs.

"Tonight I chose piña colada because you know what they say about pineapple" Haechan winked at you, making you roll your eyes, but bringing a not well concealed smile on your face nonetheless.

A chorus of groans, giggles and bickering was interrupted by Jisung, a confused expression on his face "What do they say about pineapple?", the youngest soon regretting asking the question when Chenle answered in a loud voice "You're so clueless, everyone knows it makes your cum taste better!", a pair of girls passing by turned their heads towards the two boys as they heard the exchange, Jisung blushing hard and diverting his eyes from them as he tried to silence his friend, Chenle bursting out laughing at the scene.

"You know" Haechan picked up the conversation again "mine tastes like smoothie" and he sipped his drink while staring at you.

"No one believes you" Renjun stated, Jeno nodding beside him.

"How do you even know, did you taste it yourself?" Mark argued, Jaemin almost snorting his drink out from his nose, you almost choking on your own drink.

Haechan acted offended, frowning and getting louder as he spoke "Anyone wanna try it? I dare you!"

He earned a mix of disgusted faces and 'eww's from the table until Jaemin commented "Y/N doesn't seem too much against it" a playful look in his eyes.

Everyone turned to you, who stayed silent sipping from your straw. You didn't know if it was the alcohol, Haechan's amused gaze on you or the crush you had on him from two years ago, or maybe everything together, but eventually you put your drink down on the table, stared back at Heachan, shrugged and replied "Maybe I wanna try so I can judge by myself."

Howls and whistles erupted from your friends, Haechan though was strangely quiet, just a sly smirk on his face while the two of you maintained eye contact for a few seconds before he turned his attention to the rest of your friends "Enough, clearly Y/N drank a bit too much, now you guys should go and have fun dancing and picking up some girls while I take her home so she can rest and sober up-"

"I'm not that drunk" you protested, interrupting him.

"Y/N, come on, I'm trying to come up with an excuse here" he sighed dramatically, getting up from his chair, coming to you and grabbing your hand, starting to drag you out from the club while waving goodbye to your friends "Jeno, Jaemin, you should take a taxi later to get back home, I'm gonna be busy."

Everyone was flabbergasted at the sudden turn of events, just like you as well, starting to laugh as soon as you realized what was happening and letting Haechan escort you to his car.

"Haechan, wait, I thought you were joking... Are we really leaving?" you questioned, still hoping this wouldn't turn out to be one of his silly jokes.

He turned around to you while opening the driver's door "Y/N I'm so serious right now, unless you wanna go back inside and tell them it was a joke."

You looked him in the eyes and opened the front passenger's door "Get inside the car."

And he obeyed, inserting the key to start the engine as soon as you closed the doors. You stopped him though, worried about the risks of driving after drinking and making him pout "You have a point but I really wanted to go to your place or somewhere private"

You looked around the dark parking lot "We're in a corner, it's dark, there's no one around, everyone is inside having fun..."

Haechan struggled to stay focused as you stroked his thigh, inching up more and more until you managed to unzip his jeans and tuck your hand inside to slowly and steadily stroke at his half hard member through his boxers, bringing more blood to it as it swelled up under the pressure of your tantalizing hand.

"There's other cars around here, what if someone comes too close..." he started to argue, trying to convince himself more than you, but eventually sighing deeply at your ministrations, his eyelids fluttering closed.

"It will just look like you're sleeping, no one will notice" you reassured him, removing your hand from his boxers just to push them down enough to free his now erect member, resuming your strokes and inching closer with your face.

His lips slightly parted as he let out a soft moan, hand finding your hair as you finally reached out your tongue to tease the underside of his tip. He tried to push a little to stop your teasing, impatience getting the best of him but you warned him grazing the tip with your teeth, earning a hiss from him, his pleading eyes now set on yours and swifting to your mouth, so close to his member but still not giving him what he really wanted.

Haechan felt so desperate, it just slipped out of his mouth before he could realize "Please... Take it, please..."

Your pussy pulsed and you felt your folds getting wetter with your arousal "I'll make you feel good" you purred and with your tongue flat on the underside of his cock you finally closed your lips around the tip and hollowed your cheeks, giving it a nice suck, Haechan instinctively fisting your hair to ground himself at the sensation.

You started to bob your head on his cock, occasionally hollowing your cheeks, sucking and swirling your tongue on the tip, dipping it in the slit collecting his precum. You had to admit it tasted good and doubled your efforts to make him cum faster so you could taste his seed.

Hachan felt dizzy, he couldn't decide if he wanted to savor the moment with his eyes closed or if he wanted to stay focused watching the way your mouth and hand worked on him.

He tasted so good and was responding so well, moaning and hissing every time you sucked on the tip and twisted your hand on his slick base, you couldn't help but get cock drunk, moaning around his cock and feeling your wetness seep through your panties.

Haechan realized he was getting too loud so he clamped his free hand on his mouth to try and keep it quiet, his other hand still tangled in your hair, pulling a little as he started get closer to the edge, calling your name in quiet whispers to try and warn you.

You heard him but didn't care, and instead brought your free hand to fondle his balls encouraging him to let it go, sucking greedily on his head and pumping the lenghth with your other hand.

That's when you felt the grip on your hair tightening, his breath hitching and finally letting go with a low moan, his cock twitching in your mouth as it spilled his thick seed on your tongue, a curse leaving his lips when he realized what he just did.

You kept softly sucking on his cock until he had nothing left to give you and you let it out of your mouth, a string of saliva breaking in the process.

Haechan watched you closely as you finally swallowed his cum with a gulp and smiled at him, teasing him repeating his own statement from earlier "It really tastes like smoothie."

[annievrse]

when bf!eren has an injury

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons a/n: with dot points this time! get excited guys

bf!eren develops shoulder tendonitis playing basketball over time, and it flares up really bad at practice one day

you notice straight away that something is wrong because bf!eren always hugs you when he gets home from practice (sweaty and all), and he made a beeline for the bedroom instead of hanging around the kitchen like a FLY before you have to force him to have a shower

bf!eren tries to hide the pain he's in (wincing when you turn around, popping ibuprofen in the bathroom etc etc

it's only when you ask him what's wrong 17 times before he gives in and tells you (but don't worry guys 'its not a big deal')

not a big deal MY ASS

bf!eren cannot sleep, which means you don't sleep because he's tossing and turning and groaning and whining, and omfg, not a big deal, shut the fuck up

when you've finally had enough, you turn the light on and make him tell you everything that's wrong; where does it hurt? how much does it hurt? what will make you feel better? what did the team physio say?

what will make bf!eren feel better? after some crude remarks, you roll your eyes and get anti-inflam cream and an ice pack from the kitchen

while you're filling the bag with ice, 'help! i'm dying from neglect in here!' 😐

sorry? excuse me?

contrary to popular belief, i believe this man wants to be babied when he is sick, injured etc but only by you (if anyone else found out how he acts, he would resort to criminal offences)

bf!eren is very howl-esque in the sense that he is extremely dramatic when he's the bed-ridden one

when you enter the room, a reminder: it is 4am, he has his elbow thrown over his eyes, the duvet is kicked off his half-naked body, and he's sighing

your eyes are drooping from how tired you are, and bf!eren is practising dramatics 😐 at this hour 😐

you don't speak when you place the cream and ice pack on the bedside table, turn the light off, and get back in bed

bf!eren peeks an eye out from under his arm, wide awake

yes, he is very very grateful that you're helping him, but attention!!!

he craves it

he says his apologies lowly in the early dawn light, his words slurred because he's so tired and in so much pain

you roll over in bed and give him a deadpan stare, and he knows then how annoying he's been (both when he was hiding his pain and when he was being dramatic)

silently, you reach over him to grab the cream, sitting cross-legged next to him as you tell him to sit upright

bf!eren does exactly as you say because he can't take the pain anymore (and he doesn't want to piss you off more than he already has)

you rub the cream softly on his shoulder, noticing his winces and inhales through his teeth at the mere touches to his shoulder

bro is in pain pain

when you're finished, bf!eren will pull you into his uninjured side where you tuck your face into his neck because cuddles <3

but somehow, he ends up with his head on your chest??????

after a morning of sleeping, because he's finally comfortable, you wake up before him and make him breakfast

maybe it's a bad idea. maybe it feeds his ego 🙄, but bf!eren loves it

he's got a cocky smirk on his sleepy face, shirtless in bed, shovelling pancakes and bacon in his mouth

an ice pack (that is 20 minutes on, 20 minutes off) is taped to his shoulder because he can't not use it

despite being stuck to his shoulder with tape, the ice pack falls off every 0.8 seconds because he won't stop moving

so you forbid him from doing everything (because you can't deal with the drama for longer than 2 weeks)

washing his hair for him

getting him dressed

when he tries to grab a glass from the top shelf MANNNNN

you scold him because his shoulder is not allowed to move like that right now

'i'm dying of boredom! or maybe just dying' when he tries to play ps5 and you take the remote away (lmao its a little funny)

bf!eren feels guilty about being clingy after like 3 days because you have to go to class

but you, you!! you are happy to do all of it because, even if you hate being babied, bf!eren will go to the ends of the earth to make sure you're feeling your best no matter the problem

so maybe it's not so bad when you both have each other's backs <3

[nadiajustbe]

Don't think I'm finished on "Movie is how Howl tells the story..." statement. Because it's fundamentally wrong.

Look, I get it when you want to say that the hmc movie is its own story with an original plot — because it is, mostly, the only things that remain are the concept and some hits given here in there that lead to nowhere. However, movie is absolutely not how Howl would tell the story. It is, in fact, pretty opposite of it in some aspects.

Even when talking about Howl self-image, wich started it all, I think people keep forgetting how self-aware Howl can be. He knows he's vain and cowardly and an absolute loser and he doesn't want to be respectful whatsoever. He even tells Michael that, quote

“I know I’m slapdash, but there's no need for you to copy me"

And the whole ending sequence is just him being honest with Sophie and telling her the truth about who he thinks he is and his weaknesses. He pretty much states all he flanks are weak — he knows it, and it is true. Would he try to make it all more romantic and cool and so he would make himself seem less of a loser? Yes, absolutely. Would he make it by erasing absolutely everything about his character being unique and standing out turning it into a whole-blown "love peace not war" story? Absolutely not.

He may not mention him getting with another women every week, that's true. But he wouldn't leave out his stupidly-"romantic" nature while he was doing so, and he would not leave the guitar courting stuff out just because it's connected to it, gosh, he thinks it's cool.

Yes, he is quoting Shakespeare and John Dohn and he is poetic and sometimes overly romantise thinks to make it more dramatic, but that does not mean he's gonna achieve it by leaving out all his shenanigans whatsoever. Also, note, he does not want to be seen perfect by everyone, just by ones he thinks is important to him or his life or his stupid decisions. After all, he was the one who started the rumors about Wizard Howl being a heart-eater. He was the one to ask Sophie to blaken his name — to show him in the worst light possible.

"He wants to be seen perfect by everyone" is such a... mediocre analysis of his character, honestly, it might work with appearance, in Ingary at least, but personality wise. He want to be seen so only when it benefits him and people he thinks highly of. When he thinks that too high thoughts about him would bring him into trouble, give him unwanted attention or make him actually works, that his last wish ever. That's the whole subplot of the book — Howl does not want to be seen too good by the king because it's gonna lead him somewhere he doesn't want to be. Hell, he even denies doing something just because he wanted to help, saying that he "did it for money".

(it doesn't mean he wants people to see him as someone great, it's just that's pretty selective and his "perfect" persona is as fake as his "horrible wizard one)

Movie!Howl might be Book!Howl propaganda, but definitely not ALL of him. Some parts, some scenes, some moments might work (and that's actually the most accurate thing out of all statement), but I don't personally think this is the EXACT way Howl would tell his character.

Him telling about Sophie is the whole other thing. He LOVES Sophie for how crazy and stubborn and nosy and moody she can be — there's NO WAY he's not gonna give weed killer a half an hour or screen time just to talk about what haos of a woman his wife is. Yes, some of them might not fit into his "perfect picture" but he loves Sophie, and he loves what she does with this "perfect picture" and he's gonna give another hour on them bantering just because Sophie is being Sophie. He's NOT gonna leave out everything he loves about Sophie making her kind-hearted quiet protagonist with one mean line, the ones she was supposed to be the opposite, the caricature of.

There's also no way he would make Michael into a... white about six years old child? He may see him younger than Sophie does due to them growing up in a different environments, true, but 1) not that much 2) the whole thing about Michael is that he's the most responsible adult-like person in the whole Castle, despite being the youngest of all them, and Howl also KNOWS that. Also there's no need to change his skin or hair colour, as well as making him having no role in the story. I don't think he'll mention Michael trying to catch a star because of his nephew's homework — this is embarrassing, after all, but there's so MUCH more of Michael than that.

He's not gonna may ms. Pentstemmon a villain of any kind. Letting alone mixing her with Ben for some reason (who to hell is ms. Suliman, seriously?? W H Y). He highly respects her, to the point he's ready to attend her funeral even If it's gonna make him dead. If anything, he's gonna show her figure even more heroic than she is, maybe adding a whole sequence with her heroicly fighting with WoTW and loosing with an epic SGI. But making her a villain? No. Just not. There's no reason for that.

There's also no WAY he wouldn't mention Wales. He LOVES his country, he outright states it with "I love Wales but Wales doesn't love me" quote. Yes, there's jokes about Megan being a war metaphor, but Wales is not just Megan — it's also Mari, Niel, his old rugby team, his childhood and teen years, his memories and his experience. He would not make that portal If there was no things he wants to go back for — it's such an obvious weakness of his that WoTW notices it right away. He may not mention getting drunk before a fight, but he's gonna mention Wales.

(also I think people exaggerate Howl's hate for Megan. Yes, their relationship are far from perfect, but they still talk, she lest him go into her house announced and her family is what triggers him to fight with his evil ex in the first place. They may not be on a good terms but they DIDN'T cut off their connection. And "hate" is def not the word for that. Don't forget his first reaction to Sophie being in danger in CITA is "send her to Wales to his sister". He sees Wales as safe and reliable place, this is his first solution for dangerous situations. Even when he's not the biggest fan of his sister herself.)

He's also not gonna leave the sister subplot simply cause it was funny. He may change WoTW because he doesn't like her but he's not gonna make her live with them and feed her with a spoon, for the God's sake, that's disgusting. Him making himself Ingarian is the last thing he would do. He would NEVER.

(he's also not gonna leave out Shakespeare quoting in the sake of "romantise sequence you guys are talking about.)

Also, he could not care less about the war. I've seen a war with my own eyes, and... this is really, eh, too optimistic image of it I might say. Somehow realistic in showing it, but not by the way it provides solution, honestly. "Let's all just create love and King's gonna cancel war" IT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS. NO.

When he did attend war in CITA, he literally have won it by bringing IBUPROFEN onto the war field. Ibuprofen and bandages. What a "all-giving" reckless hero, really.

Book!Howl is a caricature to everything Movie! Howl is, and otherwise would not tell the story providing cliches he himself is the opposite of. He's a loser and an idiot and we love him for that.

It's two completely different stories. There's no need to connect them. Please.

[angeart]

I mean, its a lil bit dramatic xD But the one you guys say is loud and may have been insensitive before being the one to step up? I like (which also yes I wanna ask about that too its me I wanna know all the things)

-🎀

it's overdramatic, hehe.

and. gosh, kane. the way kane grows on them and, honestly, the way they grown on kane, is so precious to me. and it was a very rocky start, mind you! [2,8k ramble ahead <3]

as i said before, they actually first met months before the vex arc. back then, the vex party (kane included) were slightly interested in scar, and considered grian as a liability to him. that was the eclipse day, especially dangerous, and they were sure an avian like that was bound to not survive, anyway.

scar is invited to go with them. he refuses.

imagine their surprise when they run into them later, and grian's still there. it's still the two of them against the world.

the vex party is different now—it's not the best warriors coming out into chaos and mayhem to get their claws bloody. they're less on guard, more curious and open. impressed, honestly, that these two are still alive.

they invite them again, this time the avian included, and... they say yes. (mostly lured by a prospect of sleeping in an actual bed.)

there's no real accommodation extended to grian as an avian. (except nadia does put in the effort to make the place safer for the birb guest.) (safe from what, you ask? hehe. dw about that <3)

everything continues feeling a bit precarious and uneasy, because even though the vexes have no interest in grian's wings—they themselves are hunted and actively fight hunters, after all; they have no dealings with them—it's still very uncomfortable, the way they are looking at him. the way their attention inevitably snags at him, his presence sticking out even with his wings tucked underneath his cloak.

honestly, for a while, the vexes really don't consider grian as a part of the group at all. he's just scar's plus-one, almost like a possession. he seems to belong to scar, in some way.

they'd still fight to protect him, if it came to that, but with a convoluted logic behind it, you know? they protect their own, and scar is one of them—a vex. and grian comes attached to that. that's all there is to it, in their eyes.

the vexes are loud and brash and violent. taunting and open. they're not used to someone who isn't like that. someone who might need more space, different boundaries. someone who doesn't have magic and claws and can't heal—someone light and small, with bones that might break far too easily, and with bright but dishevelled feathers so fearfully and insistently tucked out of sight.

they have no idea how to treat this avian, and they're stubborn enough to not even really consider it at first. he is living with them, surely he can be the one to adjust?

---

this all sort of culminates into the bird incident.

consider this: one day the vex hunting party returns with a rare specialty: a bird.

grian hasn't really seen a living bird yet in this world. and now won't be an exception. the vex saw the bird and promptly shot it, looking forward to the meal. they come back to the village all boisterous and grinning, flaunting the feathery carcass.

it's not like they outright present it to the avian—even they know that'd be wrong—but they're overjoyed and loud about it, wanting to show the others, not really being careful.

grian's ears ring. he's overcome with nausea, feeling dizzy, trying not to have a panic attack right then and there,.helplessly trying not to associate their howls and cheers with the elated, cruel cheers of hybrid hunters.

scar, of course, is pissed on grian's behalf.

but the others don't understand. it's not something they'd ever consider, a wholly new concept that refuses to sink fast enough to deescalate. birds are a rare delicacy! they're yummy and this is a triumph! this is meant to be good, c'mon! it has nothing to do with the avian!

kane says something along the lines of, “come on scar it’s food we don’t need to coddle him—“ 

and Scar gets even more pissed off. “are you even thinking?? try to put yourself in our shoes—“ 

this all leads to a fight breaking out between kane and scar. a vex fight, using vex forms! which is how they solve arguments here in the commune.

vex forms use vex magic that is rooted in emotions, and because of that, there's an unspoken understanding that whoever feels stronger about the issue at hand is bound to win. it's a convoluted way to say that the winner is the one with stronger conviction.

but kane has a much better control over his vex form than scar does, instantly putting scar at a disadvantage, no matter how fiercely he wants to have an upper hand here, to show them that they are wrong.

they fight with claws and teeth, feral and angry, and— this is normal! it's normal for vexes! their vex forms run on magic that will patch them up, and neither of them is really trying to genuinely harm the other.

still, it's scary to witness. blood is drawn. it's hard to tell whose it is. it's all a bit of a blur.

grian's mind is reeling. he moves on pure instinct, trying to get into the fray, to help scar.

nico takes place by grian's side and holds him back. "just let them fight it out." he's very calm about it. he knows his mate, he speaks with his claws sometimes, that's just how things are. "they'll be fine."

it would be placating, maybe, if grian's mind wasn't so violently spinning. maybe if he was used to people who aren't scar leaning close into his orbit. maybe if he was used to hands other than scar's touching him.

right now, grian is already haywire on unease, and he's being grabbed and—

he lets out a distressed chirp.

this effectively whips scar's attention away from his fight with kane, instantly searching for threats to his mate, and lunging at nico instead.

which in turn triggers kane's protectiveness of his mate, and he pounces on scar with much more force. the "petty" argument shifts into something worse, more fierce. things get a bit out of hand.

nico releases grian, realising they need to break this up and pull the two idiots (/aff) apart before they really hurt themselves.

grian's strategy is still to put himself between kane and scar, so that he can't hurt scar more. so he leaps in, wings flapping, desperate to shield his mate.

it's what he'd do with hunters, but kane is a clawed, angry vex.

nico is the only levelheaded one to see where this is going. the only one to instantly understand the consequences of this. because grian isn't a vex. he's an avian, made of brittle, hollow bones, and without a lick of magic in his body that'd help him heal.

grian gets so close to getting horribly injured. it's only nico that stops kane short of hurting him. snapping him out of it. scolding grian, too, like what were you thinking??

but this is a breaking point, a line drawn, where the vexes see that this bird is as fiercely protective as scar is. that he isn't a coward. that he is willing to put himself on the line. and, it gets grian some respect! a fearless little bird!

while nico checks grian over, still scolding him but no longer encroaching on his space or trying to touch him, kane walks over to scar, who is on the ground, mildly concussed but otherwise okay. kane extends his hand to pull him up.

because it's over now! they fought it out. (scar lost.) there's a mutual respect in the aftermath of vex fights, no sour feelings—there's nothing shameful in fighting for what you believe in, after all. and even if there's only one winner, it levels the ground they're standing on, inching towards mutual understanding. or something.

so he helps scar up, throwing out a remark as he grins: "your bird is crazy, scar. i like him."

scar is still dizzy when he responds with a dazed "i like him too."

in the aftermath of this, vexes start to pay more attention to grian. more openly letting him in, interacting with him (instead of just addressing scar), trying to include him.

tentatively, grian lets it happen. it still has its bumps, many mishaps. but none out of malice, you know?

like that time kane talked to grian about mating marks. he basically acknowledges that he doesn't get it, knowing nothing about the avian side of things, not realising what scar's earring means. after all, vexes mark their loved ones with teeth! that's the language kane understands!

it's a whole big deal, really stressing grian out, even if it wasn't meant maliciously. but it's just one more thing showing that these vexes don't really understand anything about avians—their instincts, communication, or ways of showing affection. they never really had to think about it!

so misunderstandings are bound to happen. but it's not all bad! it stops being so awfully rocky over time, with less steps on buried landmines. it tides into a collection of nicer moments as the vexes and grian learn to navigate each other and start being more accepting about their differences, learning about that gap between them. even start to try and bridge it!

the vexes celebrate often, using every little excuse to make a party out of their triumphs. they like being rowdy and dancing and just living, and they are eager to drag scar and grian into it.

it's these events that let scar and grian loosen a little bit more. they're silly with each other and unabashedly in love and, honestly, they're beginning to grow on everyone.

having scar there as a sort of middle ground between grian and the others really helps, too. because they get to see how scar interacts with grian, and how grian interacts with him. they start learning, quietly, just from that, about some subtleties. they also get to see a more open side of grian, one that's reserved for scar, allowing them a glimpse to who grian could be, if only he trusted his surroundings enough.

and maybe they find that they do want that trust.

they do want him to know he can rely on them. they'd fight for him, you know? he is now one of them, without question, they've taken him in and he's fought his way into being more than just "scar's bird". he can be fearless, ready to fight when it counts, a quality vexes hold in high regard! and they now know that there's definitely more to him than he's letting them see, and... they want to provide the space for him to unravel that. to show all of his potential. to allow him to live like they do. like the world isn't constantly about to end.

during this time, scar is often taken along on vex patrols, learning about vexes and being encouraged to develop more as a fighter (something he isn't really all that much into). this means he spends a lot of time with nico and kane, as they're two prominent warriors in this village, and they end up chatting a lot.

this then tips into them hanging out or approaching scar even outside of these patrols more often, feeling closer to him now—and that means approaching grian, too, since him and scar come as a package deal. and eventually it stops feeling like grian is the extra here. he has his own value, his own presence, and they recognise it! they want to learn more about him too!

they get a chance to see a side of grian that they don't expect, when he builds a barn for the old goat that lives in the village. they don't even realise how big of a deal that is—they're just stunned by his skills. because building with more than just bland function in mind is not something they can fathom. they wouldn't know where to start!

so here is where kane has to confront that fighting skills aren't everything. that other things can matter and be wonderful, too. and, actually, he'd really like it if grian kept building more. (imagine scar beaming with pride over his mate in the background of this all, yes.)

sometimes when scar and kane spar, grian climbs up a nearby roof (helps him settle, to be high up). sometimes, nico follows, sitting next to him and keeping him company.

throughout this all, scar and grian keep some layers of distance around them still. they don't go to sleepovers. they don't talk about things that hurt deep behind their ribs. they don't talk about where they're from or what they've been through. they keep their heartache to themselves, all the little moments that make their souls splinter and fray; whenever things catch them off guard and things become Too Much Too Fast, they just leave instead of talking it out and explaining. drawing a thick line behind them and that trigger, retreating back to their own space to put themselves back together in privacy.

(and it's great because they do have their own space!)

kane has a lot of that, you know, brashness about him. lots of thoughtless words. he's not great at being subtle or having tact. but he never means things badly. he never wants to upset them. and that's something he now finds himself wrangling with. asking nico what he's doing wrong whenever scar and grian retreat. (because through that rough exterior, he's a big softie deep down when it's about people he cares about.) (oh yeah turns out he profoundly cares about grian and scar. huh. when did that happen.)

more often than not, it's not even his fault. it takes very little to touch scar and grian's haphazard piles of trauma.

and, they know! they know he doesn't mean to set things off. they know they're not giving him enough to understand what to steer clear of (they themselves don't know, half the time, to be fair).

just like how kane is learning about scar and grian, they're also learning about him. about how he hides his emotions behind words, how he gets easily embarrassed and resorts to pride and teasing, how he sometimes says things in a different way than he means them.

and step by step, they're inching closer to common grounds. they start to rely on each other's presence.

and then The Night For Living comes around.

of course they're gonna go spend the celebrations and games together! they're so much closer now than they were at the start, fond of each other in ways that'd make kane's face burn red and stutter if he was forced to admit it.

they're friends.

and maybe they could be more than that.

cue found family trope

a lot of things happen during the Big Special Vex Celebration Night. the night when it's safe to be, unabashedly and fully. it's wilder than normal celebrations, longer, an event everyone looks forward to. including special homebrew alcohol and a huge bonfire! vex howling and laughter and banter everywhere. roughhousing and sparring and competing.

grian and scar fall under it's rough charm, too. with kane and nico by their side, making their way through the event, drinking and talking and laughing. playing games with each other, and in general having a good time.

this was said before, but this is the night when grian gets mr beak, a silly chicken plushie. and it's kane who gives the toy over—kane, who before fought scar on insensitivity where birds were concerned. now, he is treading carefully, looking to scar for approval and guidance. not wanting to mess up.

equipped with mr beak, they move on, seeking out the next thrill. they decide to do the obstacle course, this time just kane and grian, 1v1! no flying allowed, but everything else (including gliding) is ok.

this is where something in grian sparks.

maybe it's the alcohol, the hints of safety and freedom, or them playing games, but— he gets really into it. he gets to utilise his wings as he navigates the obstacles, and he's laughing, running on a high, and... the finish line is a pile of blankets.

a nest-like thing.

i do have 6,7k words long self-indulgent RP tucked away of just this scene, if you'd like. but the gist of it is that kane is once again caught off guard, because— well, he's never seen grian like this. so bright and cheerful, wings in use.

and grian invites him into it. beckons him closer as him and scar giggle giddily about his victory in a pile of blankets.

the prize, this time, is a special cherry flavoured liquor bottle... that has a pink ribbon attached to it.

maybe grian isn't thinking things through. maybe he's tipsy and running on bird instincts. maybe this is impulsive.

but it feels right.

so he grabs kane's hand. and he ties that ribbon around kane's wrist.

and even if kane doesn't understand the severity of it, he knows it means something big. it's a gift. and it's not a bite, but in kane's heart, that suddenly doesn't seem to matter.

(and yet scar knows. he knows what grian is saying here.)

(he's saying: flock.)

there's more that happens on this night. scar and nico also end up getting ribbons, several mental spirals and breakdowns and games later (pff), and now they're a Ribbon Gang!! (family. flock.) ...but i'm going to leave this at that, as this was meant to be about grian and kane and... i just really wanted to tell you about the ribbon thing :3

as a bonus, have this discord screenshot that i find very funny in the most endearing way:

[butchreg]

puppy ! regressor ( teen ) shauna shipman headcanons !!

requested by anon winky face . methinks there are a few sillies who would like some puppy ! shauna thoughts so i am here to provide ! featuring jackieshauna and lottieshauna / butcherqueen if u squint tehee ^_^ hopefully coherent but not proofread && it's nearly 6 am && i've yet to sleep so apologies if there's any errors .. yellowjackets masterlist here , upcoming list here

puppy shauna following around her friends . she's nat's little guard dog when he's out in the woods , and even will sit by mari when she's cooking hoping for some scraps . puppy shauna is very much a companion she gets really upset if left by herself , she'll start whining and howling if she's alone for more than five minutes .

shauna trying to keep her regression a secret from the team , thinking she's sooo slick when really everyone can tell they just don't want to embarrass her by saying anything outright . nat offering her praise more readily , "nice one shipman ." tai letting shauna lay her head in her lap , petting her hair like she might a real dog.

shauna's a bit of a feisty pup . around those who she knows know about her regression she'll nip and bite playfully . barking up a storm when she's fussy or wants attention or to be included . growling when she doesn't get her way or if someone seems to pose a threat to her , whining like crazy if she hasn't gotten enough pets . a very vocal puppy .

lottie knitting shauna paw gloves when she catches onto her regression which surprises and embarrasses shauna . leaving the gloves right where she left them after being gifted them , tail between her legs hulking and sulking in the corner . oh she's reaal dramatic . now everyone's gonna know and it's not fair and why would lottie waste time on making something for her when she's been not very nice to lottie and there was the whole thing of her practically beating lottie to death... why does she have to be nice when shauna's mean it's dumb and confusing ... but they're really nice gloves .. jackie makes a comment about how much she loves them and then "shockingly" they end up with shauna's stuff later that night .

she can get super energetic if she's deep in puppyspace . shauna getting all rowdy , jumpy and playful , chasing anything that moves and fetching things without being asked or even being needed . silly puppy shauna sticking her nose where it doesn't belong , putting things she knows she shouldn't into her mouth , chewing everything in sight up . nat whos outside a lot will sometimes be tasked with watching over her while she runs around everywhere outside . just a little pup with the zoomies !!

the team teasing shauna to make her tail wag , she tries to act all angry and broody but her tail is wagging , giving her away .

when she's puppy regressed shauna's even more protective than usual over jackie especially . growling when someone gets close to her , barking and biting if anyone says anything mean about her . making sure to walk ahead of jackie to protect her from anything that could be ahead .

she's super obedient to jackie , nat , and tai only . if anyone else gives her a command she'll do the exact opposite . mari or lottie will get too cocky , "that's right . stay put , pup ." and all of a sudden no matter how tired she is shauna's moving about , wandering all over the cabin . she's such a stubborn girl .

jackie writes a bunch of rules for her . she's supposed to listen even if it's someone else enforcing it if it's one of jackie's rules but shauna's not always the best listener . "what's that ... oh no ... shauna , spit that out . shaunaaa.." shauna will just giggle , chewing even more aggressively on whatever she's got in her mouth this time . if jackie comes and finds her though it's a whole different story .

"hey ! shipman , what's that ." shauna whimpers , turning her head away . she doesn't want jackie to see her being naughty . "shauna...." jackie will say in a warning tone . "show mama right now ." shauna will spit it out , hiding her face and whining . jackie will lecture her , and shauna will flush red , she's so embarrassed . she apologizes to jackie in a voice hardly above a whisper , sounding very small . sometimes she'll cry , "m'sowry mama , m'bad ." jackie shakes her head , shushing her little pup . "shhh , you're not bad , shaunie . just a silly little thing , hmm . mama's silly puppy ."

[zlobonessa]

my writing jumpscare, re zero, (implied/pre-) emijulisuba, acr 6 spoilers

"Subaru, listen," Emilia begins, catching herself fidgeting with the fabric covering the entrance to the cart, "have you ever missed people you don't know?"

"I'm afraid it contradicts the definition," Julius replies: even for a moment, pain and acrid bitterness appear on his face, and shame immediately penetrates Emilia to the bottom of her stomach. "You can't remember someone you don't know, and that's why you can't miss them"

"Hey, hey, since when have you become Subaru? Just because your name got eaten does not mean that you can take mine away!" Subaru elbows Julius: Emilia decides to decide that that was an accident due to the lack of space. "And also, stop with this traumadumping on Emilia-tan."

"Subaru!"

"Stop with this what?" Julius raises an eyebrow and smiles strangely: as if he is not offended not because he knows Subaru is joking, but because he agrees with him. Emilia doesn't like it at all.

(Although maybe she's overthinking it. How could she know how Julius smiles usually? She doesn't remember him. Subaru remembers, but she doesn't. Maybe Subaru knows what he's talking about, maybe Subaru knew Julius before like no one else, and that's what sets him apart from everyone else, he did what Emilia couldn't do...

No, she's still thinking nonsense.)

"Stop what needs to be stopped", Subaru snorts with that recognizable expression on his face when he himself does not know why he just said something — nope, still a dunderhead. Julius seems to notice it too: the corners of his lips twitch, and he rolls his eyes — Subaru elbows him again, and Emilia no longer manages to defend him.

"Subaru! That was a serious question, actually!" She stops herself. "Probably."

Immediately Subaru howls and wrings his hands:

"Emilia-tan! Everything you say is more serious to me than the law, fate, and the words of the great prophetess Hatsune Miku! My heart is broken that you have even doubted it!" He presses his hand to his chest dramatically, but after a couple of moments, dropping the pretense, he rests his chin on it. "I don't even know. Probably, yes? Most likely, yes."

"Most likely?" Emilia repeats, feeling really like a huge fool, hoping absurdly.

"Well, yeah, you know... Don't get me wrong, like... It's not anyone's fault, okay?" He raises his hands in warning. "Neither yours, nor even," he glances at Julius, "his, although with such a big head, he could... I'm kidding, okay, okay, just kidding. I, well... I miss people who know what a phone is."

He rubs the skin under his eyes and fidgets in place.

"Well... and yes, I guess I... I miss people from the country where I'm from, yeah. Very... It's a great place, you know. Good people. You know, it's hard to be a foreigner in a foreign country and all that."

Emilia allows herself a mirthless laugh.

"Don't tell me."

A splinter sticks out from one of the planks lining the bottom of the wagon. She pulls on its edge: it breaks off entirely with a soft crack. Emilia throws it out of the cart with a snap of her finger to not prick Rem with it, sleeping peacefully on the floor at their feet.

"But I'm not really talking about that, I guess," she frowns. "I mean, at least you know what they really are like."

Subaru blinks uncomprehendingly. 

"What are you talking about?"

Emilia can't help but sigh. She suddenly becomes nervous and ashamed — she worries about trifles, such selfish trifles, thinks only about herself, and at a time like this, no less, — and besides, Julius's attentive gaze makes her uncomfortable, and that makes her even more ashamed.

How well did Julius and I know each other, she asked Subaru furtively before leaving Pristella, embarrassed by her own words to the horror of herself. And Subaru didn't like them — he looked at her painfully in response, almost like when she talked about Rem.

How should I know, he said sullenly, well, pretty okay, I guess? You've known him longer than I do. He nagged me, you know, like, I'm embarrassing you with all my clowning.

What a horror, Emilia replied then, covering her mouth with her palm, and it's not true at all, you've been promoted from a clown to a knight for a very long time.

Subaru then shouted "Hey!" and they changed the topic of that conversation, but Emilia remembers it now, shivering: How well did Julius know her? Would she embarrass herself in front of him with such nonsense, spoiling the good opinion she had earned from him by no other than a miracle? Or, on the contrary, will she be rude, refusing to share something she would have undoubtedly shared in the past? Isn't opening up again the best way to bring back a past connection?

"Well, it's just..." Pulling on a strand of hair, she winds it around her finger restlessly. "It's probably stupid."

"I think I'll go check on Anastasia-sama." Julius stands up, having understood Emilia perfectly, having understood her flawlessly, and she becomes so unbearably ashamed that she grabs him by the edge of his cloak:

"No! So... I mean, there's nothing special there, y-you can stay."

Julius raises his eyebrows:

"Okay," and sits down.

Emilia takes a deep breath to catch her breath.

"It's just... When I lived in the Elior Forest, there were... when I..." Swallowing a lump in her throat, she stares at the floor and blinks often; Julius moves again, trying to get up, and she puts her hand on his knee.

"The elves I froze — they stayed there," she says, unexpectedly loud and firm, and shudders at the sound of her own voice. "Frozen just like they were a hundred years ago. Someone is standing, someone is lying down. Someone did not have time to understand, someone..." Emilia exhales shakily and pulls a strand of hair down until her skin aches — Subaru takes her by the wrist. She smiles at him weakly.

"I talked to them. Every day. I was brushing the snow off them. I... imagined things. What they were like. It must be terribly stupid. And rude. I don't know anything about them. Maybe they wouldn't want me to like them. Maybe they wouldn't understand me at all."

"Wow," Subaru says, chewing his lip. "Damn, it's kinda like Pompeii."

"Like what?"

"Uh. Well, it's a city... was a city... It's kind of a famous story in my homeland — do you have volcanoes here, by the way?"

"Northwest of Kararagi," Julius responds immediately. "In the middle of the Crimson Hills, with the town of Zesperga at the foot. It's quite a peculiar place."

"Mmm," Subaru mumbles meaningfully. "Here's the thing with Pompeii, it was also at the foot of the volcano. And then after the eruption of the volcano happened — well, in general, it ceased to be."

"Oh."

Subaru is silent for a while, staring at one point. 

"Yeah. My point is... They were covered in ashes — people of Pompeii, I mean. We found them later, thousands of years later, and... there were casts of their bodies. The way they were when they died.

"Must be an impressive archaeological find," Julius remarks, pursing his lips. Subaru laughs in surprise:

"Nerd. Yeah, sort of."

"Sort of?"

"Do I look like a historian to you? I have no idea. I mean, actually, that..." He shrugs helplessly. "There were just people there. Their animals, their paintings, their food. A thousand years apart, and we're still the same.

Subaru smiles at her out of the corner of his mouth.

"I think a lot of people think about what they were like back then, Emilia-tan. I mean, me too, I guess, since I'm talking about it. And... people like us were in Pompeii, and people like us live in my homeland, and people like us live right now, so, well, these people from Elior — I don't see any reason for them to not be like us? And you took such good care of them — maybe they miss you too.

Emilia smiles shyly at Subaru in response, and she feels a little like crying very hard.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

And if that's okay and inspiration strikes, #4 from that same prompt list ("Are you laughing because the joke I told was funny or because you're high on pain meds?") with Keyleth and Scanlan (platonic) - not a typical pairing but one of my favorites for some reason!

4. "Are you laughing because the joke I told was funny or because you're high on pain meds?"

Keyleth may not have Pike's divine ability to heal injuries and illnesses, but she knows a thing or two about medicine. Part of the training she underwent in preparation for her Aramenté involved the study of herbs and other plants, their magical and medicinal properties, their uses in potions, poultices, and salves. She's something of an expert at whipping up cures using seeds and springs she keeps in her pouches, which the rest of Vox Machina certainly appreciates come cold and flu season.

It's also appreciated during times like these, when Pike is on a day pilgrimage to the temple to the Everlight and Scanlan comes bursting through the doors of the shady dive they're all drinking in, blood pouring from his nose and a rather lyrical string of curses pouring from his mouth.

"What the fuck happened to you? Vex asks bluntly, not even putting her tankard down as Scanlan dramatically collapses at the table.

"Ang'y 'usban'" is all they get in reply, but it's more than enough to answer the question.

"Here, Scanlan." Keyleth roots around in her pockets for a few moments before pulling out a collection of thick green leaves and startingly pink berries. She borrows one of Vax's daggers and uses the hilt to crush everything into a fine paste, which she then carefully dabs along Scanlan's nose. "It won't fix the break, we'll need Pike for that. But it should stop the bleeding and offer some pain relief."

Some, it turns out, was a bit of an understatement. Within minutes, Scanlan is giggling, his pupils the size of saucers. Dried blood is smeared all over the bottom half of his face, but he doesn't seem to notice as he crawls across the rickety table to get inches away from Keyleth. "I think you're a witch," he breathes, awed.

Keyleth bites back a laugh. "I...don't think so." She pauses. "Well, to be honest, I don't really know what makes a witch a witch. The Ashari have certainly been called witches before, but—"

"You're a good witch," Scanlan insists, eyes simultaneously intense and unfocused. "You put a curse on me, but...but in a good way."

"Well, I have been known to curse quite often," Keyleth quips weakly, leaned away from Scanlan.

There's a brief silence, and then Scanlan bursts into high-pitched, hysterical laughter. He rolls onto his back, his legs kicking like a dead bug's, as he howls, drawing the annoyed attentions of everyone else in the tavern.

Keyleth frowns. "Are you laughing because the joke I told was funny...or because you're high on pain meds?"

Scanlan doesn't answer—may not have even heard the question over his own histrionics—and Vex says, "Fuck, Keyleth, what did you do to him?"

She looks down at the remnants of the paste on the table. "Maybe I went a little too hard ton the torta berries."

The laughing stops at once. "No." Then Scanlan's there again, so very, very close. "Good witch, you have healed me."

"I really didn—"

"I owe you a life debt. Tell me to kill someone and I'll do it."

"Yourself, please," Vax mutters under his breath.

"I...think I should get you to bed." Keyleth starts to stand up.

Scanlan sighs dramatically. "Very well. If you wish to bed me, good witch, then it would be my honor to—"

"TO SLEEP!" Keyleth's face goes instantly hot. "You know, Grog, maybe you could..."

"Right." Grog stands, and with one hand, flips Scanlan over his shoulder like a dish towel. "Time for sleepin', little guy."

As Grog carries Scanlan up toward their rented room, Scanlan calls back, "Farewell, good witch! I will pay my life debt another time!"

Once they're gone, Keyleth downs an entire tankard of ale. Vex looks at her sideways. "Remind me to never let you heal me again."

Vax hums. "And here I was hoping it was my turn."

Keyleth storms off to buy another ale.

[aerodaltonimperial]

Danhausen finds himself in serious trouble when an opponent uses the occult to his advantage in the ring. If Hook was ever going to step in, now would be a good time.

(I went places with this. CW: blood)

Danhausen has heard the talk for weeks, the whispers backstage: the Elite are furious at losing their belts, and they've found a way to get back at the House of Black. Except whatever they found, whatever they've tapped into, it's...overwhelming. It's powerful, too powerful. They are an unstoppable force now, leaving a trail of brutal injuries in their wake, and no one seems to be able to stop them.

Danhausen tries. He does; he has to. Say what you will, but he likes humanity. He likes the strange flavors they put on popcorn and the dramatic movies they make and how close yet far they always seem to get with their mythos. He gets Chuck and Trent, and they go out to try and stop the Elite, because it's a massacre, it's chaos, it's...well. It's starting to feel very, very evil.

Only Chuck gets thrown into the metal stairs, and Trent ends up through a table, and the match wasn't supposed to be like this, it wasn't supposed to be Danhausen alone. He puts his hands up to curse them, at least to buy himself a couple seconds, except he can't. He can't lift his hands. Whatever they have, it's a talisman, and it's hanging from Nick's neck.

It's bleeding into the air, tendrils of magic well beyond human control. The sensations sink down into Danhausen’s skin and pulse, smolder, burn; it burns, like he's being ignited, like something has reached into his abdomen and twisted his guts around. He can't raise his hands to do anything because he's doubled over, the exclamation torn out of his throat. Can't they feel it? Don't they know?

Nick is advancing, and so is Matt, and so is Kenny, and this may be it. There's nothing but black where their eyes should be. They've sold their souls to get those titles back, and now they are hollow shells staggering across the mats.

Danhausen doesn't think he's going to survive this. That magic probably sought him out like a beacon, a lighthouse in the fog. It will devour his abilities just to fuel its hosts further.

He tries to suck in desperately needed oxygen, only his chest constricts. He gasps, clawing at his throat. Nick is reaching for him, reaching--

Stops.

Someone else is in the ring, has grabbed Nick's fist and stopped him cold.

"Move," Nick says, a command. Danhausen can hear the echoes of power behind it.

"No," the figure says.

Danhausen struggles through the pain and lifts his chin, staring up at his savior. Windswept hair, taped knuckles. No. "Don't," he whispers, because he can't watch this. He can't watch the magic devour Hook; it ought to be Danhausen.

Hook glances over his shoulder, and he's...

He's glowing. Not with light, but with darkness. The shadows radiate out from his skin, like smoke curling up from embers, twisting and snaking through the air. His skin shimmers, warbling, an off-putting double vision. He's a demon; but not fully, because the humanity lingers just as strong, the counterpart. How had Danhausen not noticed the second skin within, the sly pinpricks now marching up his arms?

"Sorry," Hook says. It's aimed at Danhausen, a low apology. Danhausen can't read the expression on his face. "I'm sorry."

"Are you?" Nick asks.

Hook turns his attention back, fingers still curved over Nick's knuckles. "Not for you." There's a second of nothing, and then a howl from Nick's lips, his knees buckling and wobbling as a horrifying set of snaps fills Danhausen’s ears, bones crumbling. Red leaks out from Hook’s fingers and pools on the mats between their boots. He leans closer as the sound cuts off, as though Nick's somehow surpassed the ability to feel his hand turn to ash. "You don't touch him."

Danhausen inhales, sharp, as magic explodes around them, with one final wail from the talisman's host and then--nothing.

[innerpalaces]

THE PRINCESS WEI YANG - 169 PART 2

CHAPTER 169: Eternal Disaster

On the sixth day of the lunar month, the Empress Dowager's funeral was held. Since the morning, heavy snow had been falling all over the capital. The wind stirred up the snow and the snow wrapped in the wind, seeming to mirror the currently restless atmosphere of the imperial court. As far as the eye could see, the palace was filled with white drapes, white screens, white tables, and white mourning dresses. A cold wind blew, and a series of weeping sounds could be heard.

When Li Wei Yang entered the main hall, what she saw was this scene. There were not only the Emperor's children, but also Consort Rou, Consort Lian and other concubines in the palace. Their tears seemed to be endless. When the Empress died a few days ago, they mourned for three days and three nights. Now they still have to mourn. Not only do they have to mourn, but they also have to cry in a dramatic fashion. However, these people may have been crying for too long and too much, and they can no longer squeeze out tears. So, rather than saying they were crying, it would be more accurate to say they were howling. But no matter whether it is real crying or fake crying, there is still no flaw in the appearance.

Li Wei Yang stood among the crowd, covering her face with a handkerchief. In fact, the Empress Dowager was not very kind to her. After all, she had schemed against her several times, but it was not too unreasonable. After Princess Yongning got married, the Empress Dowager had repeatedly tried to find her to rebuild burned bridges. Obviously this old woman was not that cruel and heartless. Perhaps the older a person gets, the more they feel that killing is endless and they hope for things to calm things. However, the Empress Dowager would never have imagined that Tuoba Zhen would poison her for the throne, and Tuoba Yu would ignore it in order to prove his brother's crime. At that time, Li Wei Yang could have kept the court lady who poisoned the Empress Dowager, but the situation was too chaotic. She couldn't predict the consequences of keeping this person alive. If she escaped and went out to publicize the Empress Dowager's death, she would also suffer. It was an unnecessary disaster, so Wei Yang simply ended it with one blow, but this also left a hidden danger. Now no one can prove who poisoned the Empress Dowager.

Tuoba Yu had been looking at Li Wei Yang from a distance, his eyes deep. Since that separation in the palace, he hasn't had the chance to see her, but he knows that she is safe, which is already good.

Li Wei Yang suddenly raised her eyes, and her gaze collided with Tuoba Yu's unintentionally. Tuoba Yu only felt that there seemed to be some shining light that illuminated the dim hall for an instant. He couldn't help but feel a little moved, and even wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms.

"Your Highness?" A woman's voice sounded next to him. Tuoba Yu suddenly woke up from his thoughts and looked back, seeing a beautiful face. "You don't look good. Are you feeling unwell?"

Princess Pinting's face was full of worry, but Tuoba Yu just looked at her coldly: "I'm fine."

Princess Pinting glanced in the direction of Li Wei Yang, feeling slightly sad, but she had to suppress this emotion and said softly: "That's good."

His Highness Seventh Prince likes Princess Anping. This matter has long been known to everyone. For this reason, Pinting had tried to stop this marriage. Unfortunately, many things are uncontrollable. If possible, Pinting doesn't want to be caught between the two of them, but - Wei Yang said that she has never liked Tuoba Yu, so can she hope that when Tuoba Yu gives up on Wei Yang, he will pay attention to her, who has been standing by his side? Princess Pinting didn't realize that her thoughts were so naive. She had been raised by Chaoyang King and was full of optimism for everything, but she didn't know that a person's heart can't be won just by working hard.

At this moment, there was a slight stir from the front of the crowd, and they heard someone exclaim: "My lady, are you alright?"

Li Wei Yang raised her eyes and saw that Consort Lian, who had been kneeling in front, had collapsed. Everyone hurriedly helped her to the side hall. Consort Lian slowly woke up, lifted her eyelids, and glanced at everyone. "I'm fine, I'm just too sad."

Too sad. Li Wei Yang felt quite amused when she heard these words. She walked up slowly and said to everyone: "You all go back first. It's fine as long as I'm here."

The court ladies looked at each other, but seeing Consort Lian and Li Wei Yang's expressions, they all retreated knowingly.

Consort Lian's eyes were like waves. She glanced at Li Wei Yang, and whispered softly: "Wei Yang, you really understand my thoughts." She paused, "I just fainted, and you knew I wanted to see you alone."

Li Wei Yang smiled, looking at her calmly: "Of course Wei Yang understands Consort Lian's thoughts."

Consort Lian picked up the tea cup, and drank some water to moistened her throat. She had been crying for too long just now, and she could hardly move. Of course she had to seize the opportunity to take a breath at this moment. Then she put down the tea cup and said: "I haven't had the chance to see you, so I can't ask you anything about what happened in the palace before. Why didn't you tell me earlier so that I could be mentally prepared?"

She was talking about Sun Chongyao's attack on the palace - Li Wei Yang smiled and said: "Consort Lian already knows what she knows, so why bother asking me?"

Consort Lian's expression changed slightly and she said, "What are you talking about? How could I know this?!"

Li Wei Yang was neither humble nor arrogantly: "Consort Lian has changed since the fall of the Jiang family. You no longer need revenge, so you are only thinking about building your own wealth. But this wealth is not obtained for nothing. I thought you would at least be ethical, but I didn't expect that you would defect to Tuoba Zhen halfway."

Consort Lian's expression suddenly changed as she said: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

"Whether I am spouting nonsense or not, Consort Lian knows best. His Majesty has not made a decision yet, and Tuoba Zhen once made trouble for you, but you still surrendered to him without hesitation. It really surprises me." Li Wei Yang smiled.

Consort Lian's face became even more ugly, and she was speechless for a moment: "So you have suspected me for a long time."

Li Wei Yang sneered and said: "Consort Lian is too smart, but she has been a little impatient in doing things recently. You always ask me a lot of questions and can't wait to know the answer. If you hadn't done this, I wouldn't have had doubts in my heart."

Consort Lian's face gradually calmed down, and she just sighed: "In this way, I am still showing off my flaws, but you shouldn't blame me. No matter how beautiful my appearance is, there will be a day when my appearance fades. Once I'm no longer in my prime, I am just a powerless concubine. I will stay in the palace all my life. What's the use of being rich and noble? But Tuoba Zhen promised me that I would give my son the title of The King of Jiangxia and grant him the fiefdom of Lanzhou. At that time, I can leave the capital in glory and live a freer life."

What makes Tuoba Zhen better than Tuoba Yu is his grasp of people's hearts. He understood Consort Lian's anxieties and her desire for power. However, could such a headstrong person like him really allow his empire to have an imperial concubine and a young prince who could form their own country? Li Wei Yang smiled lightly and said: "Although I sent you into the palace, there is nothing wrong with planning for yourself. It's just that Tuoba Zhen is not an easy person to deal with. Your Majesty, I am afraid that before you left the capital, you would become the first concubine to follow the Emperor to his grave."

Consort Lian stopped smiling, and her expression became more and more cold. She patted the folds on her skirt gently and stood up. The fatigue and weakness she had shown just now seemed to have never existed. She slowly said: "Li Wei Yang, not everything in this world will be under your control. We still don't know who will win. I advise you to leave a way out for yourself."

Li Wei Yang's eyes were like an ancient well. They looked clear and dark, but there was a chill that made people tremble all over. She pressed forward step by step and said: "Consort Lian, you have done so much for us, do you think Tuoba Zhen will really let you go? You want to have the best of both worlds, but I'll warn you, only those who stand firm can live longer."

Consort Lian's expression did not look good: "Li Wei Yang, I have helped you so much, do you still have a conscience?"

There was a smile on Li Wei Yang's lips, and she said meaningfully: "Conscience? I haven't had one for a long time. Why? Does Consort Lian still have one?"

Consort Lian's expression suddenly changed, as if covered with a layer of white frost, and then she became even more angry. A common problem among smart people is that they believe in themselves too much. Consort Lian is of course also a smart person, and she also suffers from this problem. She naturally feels that she is an exception, but Li Wei Yang knows very well that there are no exceptions. In Tuoba Zhen's hands, there will never be a useless lackey. He always likes to get rid of the old and welcome the new...

Consort Lian couldn't say a word for a long time. Finally, she looked at Li Wei Yang's cold expression, softened her tone, and said: "Wei Yang, I was just confused for a moment, not to mention that I was just talking to Tuoba Zhen. I met him several times in private, but I didn't reveal any important information to him."

That's because I've been guarding against you, and you didn't have the chance to tell him anything! Li Wei Yang sneered in her heart, but on her face she showed an awkward expression: "You have already taken refuge in him, can I still trust you?"

Tears began to well up in Consort Lian's beautiful eyes, and she said: "Wei Yang, you have always been my friend. I have always been soft-hearted and easily moved by people's words. Now I know I was wrong. Wei Yang, please forgive me. I will never help him again! I just ask you give me another chance for the sake of how many times I have helped you!" As she said that, regardless of her identity, she knelt down with a plop, grabbing the corner of Li Wei Yang's skirt with tears streaming down her face.

That look and expression were so pitiful that anyone who saw her would be moved and think she had sincerely repented. Li Wei Yang sighed in his heart and said softly: "Why are you doing this?"

Consort Lian looked up at her with hope: "Wei Yang, I would not regret my own death, but the little prince is innocent. If you tell the Seventh Prince about this, he will never let me go! Nor will he spare the little prince!"

Tears streamed down Consort Lian's face, and she didn't even hesitate to use her own child as an example in hopes of moving Wei Yang. Li Wei Yang looked at her, a trace of ridicule flashed through her heart, but her face remained calm and she said: "Consort Lian, you should get up quickly. I can't accept such a big gift."

Consort Lian gritted her teeth and said, "If you don't forgive me, I'll continue to kneel and not get up."

Li Wei Yang's face showed a trace of fluctuation, as if she was moved by Consort Lian, and said: "I'll just pretend that this never happened."

Consort Lian immediately showed a tearful smile and said: "Okay, from now on, I will never let you down again. If I violate this oath, I will be struck by thunder and will not end well."

Li Wei Yang smiled meaningfully and said: "Why do you need to make such a vow, Wei Yang believes you are sincere."

Consort Lian received repeated assurances from Li Wei Yang and left with satisfaction. Shortly after she left, Tuoba Yu walked in from behind the door. His face was covered with a layer of frost, and he had obviously heard what Consort Lian said. Li Wei Yang looked at him, smiled slightly, and said: "Did you hear everything?"

Tuoba Yu sneered and said: "It turns out that our ally has betrayed us long ago. If you had told me earlier, I would not have given her a chance to live until now."

Li Wei Yang smiled and said: "She is just an insignificant person. If you kill her while the rebels are taking advantage of the situation, it will arouse His Majesty's suspicion. It's unnecessary." Tuoba Yu's face was still full of hatred, but Li Wei Yang changed the topic and said, "Has everything been arranged?"

Tuoba Yu gently raised his lips, his dark eyes were shining, and he took a deep look at Li Wei Yang and said: "I have laid down a group in Cangling; three hundred carefully selected archers. There are also five hundred guards on the periphery to seal off every escape route. No matter how powerful he is in martial arts, he will not be able to escape with his life." Then, he paused for a moment and said, "However, he's already been forced into a corner, do we still need to take the risk?"

Li Wei Yang smiled and said: "Your Highness, if you have to consider whether everything is worth doing, then there is no need to do it at all. If you want to win, don't look backward. You can only move forward. If you look back, you will be doomed."

Tuoba Yu's expression changed slightly, as if he was talking to himself: "Wei Yang, you are always more cruel than me."

Li Wei Yang glanced at him with a half-smile and said: "Oh, really?"

Tuoba Yu only felt that her glance seemed to see through all his thoughts, and immediately his heart trembled, and he laughed: "This is natural, I am too soft-hearted, and I am hesitant in doing things. Its all thanks to you for giving me advice, or else I would really be in trouble. I don't even know how to repay you."

His words seemed to be filled with boundless love, but when they entered Li Wei Yang's ears, they gave off a strange creepy feeling. Li Weiyang clearly heard them, but she didn't seem to feel anything, she only smiled and said: "Thank you in advance."

The two looked at each other and smiled with infinite understanding, but they had their own thoughts and intentions at every step. At this moment, a shadow flashed by the window and quickly vanished. Li Wei Yang raised her eyes, glanced at it, and a sneer appeared on her lips.

On the day when the Empress Dowager's coffin leaves the palace, everyone has to see her off all the way to Cangling. Cangling is the closest mountain to the capital, with a height of 360 meter. It is not far from the cemetery where the Emperor will be buried in the future. Cangling is a cliff to the south and a steep rockface to the north, shaped like a black dragon with its head raised to the sky. The Emperor had already ordered people to build a plank road on the south side of Cangling Mountain. He then built a gate at the middle of the mountain, constructed a graveyard path, and then proceeded to build an imperial tomb at a depth of 500 feet. After two years, the tomb was finally completed. The Emperor ordered people to pour molten iron between the stone bars, waited for the Empress Dowager's coffin to be placed inside, then sealed the tomb passage and dismantled the plank road. In this way, there is a cliff below the tomb, and birds are unable to land on it, truly integrating with the mountains. This is not only to prevent thieves from robbing the tomb, but more importantly, no matter how many years pass or how many dynasties change, no one can disturb the peace of the Empress Dowager.

When Li Wei Yang explained this to Zhao Yue. Zhao Yue was dumbfounded and said after a long time: "His Majesty's thoughts are really rare in the world."

Li Wei Yang smiled softly and said: "Yes, His Majesty is a rare smart person in the world." But if it were her, she would not go to such trouble. She would need to be buried in the mountains. Just dig a whole and place the coffin in without raising a tomb or grave marker. If there is no gold and jade buried with the coffin, no one will steal it. Or even more simply, just burn it with fire, and all ashes will return to ashes, and dust will return to dust. No matter who becomes the Emperor in the future, everyone will have eternal peace.

The Empress Dowager 's funeral was attended by hundreds of officials, escorted by the imperial army, and tens of thousands of people were dispatched. Walking all the way, they finally arrived at the foot of Cangling Mountain. The sacrifice began. The Emperor knelt down three times and bowed nine times. The princes, officials, and madams all accompanied him. After completing his duties, the Emperor watched the coffin being sent in, the tomb passage was closed, and the soldiers cut off the plank road. At this time, someone reported to the Emperor: "Your Majesty, traces of Sun Chongyao's henchmen were found on the right side of Cangling——"

Following Sun Chongyao's rebellion, some people fled after hearing the news. Cangling is located in a remote area, mostly surrounded by high mountains. It is not surprising that Sun Chongyao's old subordinates chose this place. However, these people actually dared to show up when the Empress Dowager was being buried. This was really too bold. No, it might even be someone's plan. The Emperor gave Tuoba Zhen a cold look. Tuoba Zhen immediately realized something and whispered: "Father, please allow me to capture them."

Tuoba Zhen wished to arrest these people. On the one hand, he could draw a clear line with them, and on the other hand, he could prove his loyalty to the Emperor. It was perfect. The Emperor nodded, waved his hand and said, "Go."

Tuoba Zhen watched the Emperor's chariot leave, turned around and was about to mount his horse, when suddenly a guard quietly approached him and gave him a note calmly. Not far away, a woman looked at him. He clearly recognized that this woman was Consort Lian's trusted aide. He smiled slightly, blocked the sight of others with his sleeves, opened it, and read the lines at a glance. Then he was stunned. After a moment, he clenched the note tightly and sneered. Li Wei Yang, if you want me to die, how can it be so easy!

[rocksanddeadflowers]

I have some thoughts because I love this!!! Firstly Gaston Marius is perfect I can definitely see it. (Also short Marius for the win he's a short and completely hopeless romantic-fuckboy to ME.) I think at the end there's less dramatic death (less being either none or not permanent/fatal) and more him coming around ghibli antagonist style. Like "Welp my antagonist stuff didn't work out but y'all have a great thing going so I won't push anymore. But um. Can I maybe stick around?" Bonus treat for Marius if one so wished: Lyf is included in the servants in the castle (maybe with some dramatic backstory on how they got there) and Marius's attention from our resident Belle does a complete 180 onto Lyf. Shenanigans and romance!

Onto the meat of the story. Jonny as the beast!!! Perfect!!! (I feel like Beast may have had some kinda rich boy royalty syndrome to kick off his narrative which I don't see Jonny having but that's irrelevant.) the anger issues? The self-centeredness? Creature Jonny??? Also also after the antagonist analogy I'm seeing Howl's Moving Castle tidbits mix in. Like when Jonny is eventually saved from the Beast thing it's less movie "No more psychically being a monster!!" And it's truly just "He's a better person because when he fell in love he had to become a better person as to protect and not harm.". ("He just has slightly less hair than before" hilarious brilliant love it. He pouts and wants it to grow back but understands it's symbolic for the narrative flow .....)

Also I'm completely bias for Two of Hearts and that narrative foil feels perfect for the Beauty and The Beast plot that I cannot deny it. (Metaphorically and possibly physically) Jonny being heartless and Brian being nothing but heart? I'm. A heart is a heavy burden. One Brian bears much and one Jonny thinks he abandoned long ago. Also Belle's father being an "inventor". ... I do think we can keep metal Brian in that scenario. Somehow. Also I think Belle being named that way and referred to as "Beauty" is bc of the term Southern Belle meaning "A Beauty" in a Southern way. Which is mostly irrelevant except that I adore Southern Jonny.

One more tidbit! There is the whole thing with the roses that grow around the "abandoned" castle (I've forgotten much of the original/older versions of Beauty and The Beast but I think it's either Belle's father picks one to take home to her as a gift and pisses off the Beast in doing so OR we skip straight to Belle trying to take one to cure her father of a aliment, again pissing off the Beast) which feels important because of Brian's little rose in his hat. That's it. I just will never stop thinking about Brian and his roses......

I keep trying to figure out which mechs should be which servants and I can't pin any down for certain. I do think it'd be hilarious that, if you did want Lyf to be a servant, Cogsworth feels like the best choice of the main cast. I just think all the mechs causing chaos and trying to get Brian and Jonny together while Lyf is the only one who actually seemed worried about things and sticking to the rules. That doesn't last obviously but they make a solid attempt. Of course for an AU like this it's easy enough to just make up entirely new categories, like not assigning Disney movie characters to each Mech and instead making up their own versions.

I'm a sucker for Beauty and the Beast aus......

Beauty and the Beast, but it's the Mechanisms.

Jonny must be the beast because feral Jonny and the whole heart thing... prove me wrong.

Tim or Brian is Belle.

Rest of the Mechs are the servants in the Beast's house. With an exception for Marius as Gaston cause I can totally fucking see it. He would suck at it though because it's Marius. And also, short Marius HC.

This is probably not new. But it's been brewing in my head for a good few months, ever since I put my Mechs OC in the iconic Belle dress.

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manicured

♡ pairing: ot8 skz x gn!reader

♡ description: blurbs about skz going with you to get your nails done! (inspired by me getting my nails done today hehe)

♡ length: 995

♡ warnings: none

bang chan...

chan would look down at his half-chipped nails, feeling a little self conscious as you lead him into the nail salon. he's curious about all the swatches and watches you look at them. he's surprised there's this many shades of the same color for you to choose from. when you decide on what color you want, he looks at it and smiles, "that's perfect for you." he sits next to you while the nail tech does your nails, watching with interest. he keeps you company while you wait, and blushes a little when you volunteer him to get his nails done next. (he does, though, leave with his nails freshly painted black, of course.)

minho...

at first, minho is a little confused why you want him to tag along. when you first mentioned it, he opened his wallet and handed you his card without hesitation, which you did think was sweet, but... you want his company, after all, so that's why you insist. he obliges, of course, he can't say no to your puppy dog eyes and the promise of more kisses (and to go to the rescue shelter afterwards to look at getting another cat for your little family). when you get to the salon, you're met with surprise as he walks confidently inside and starts looking at the little bottles on the wall. he sits in the waiting area while you get your nails done, and when you're finished he pays for them, giving a generous tip and thanking the nail tech for treating you. you blush and it gives him a surge of confidence, knowing he made you bashful like that.

hyunjin...

hyunjin is eager to tag along! he doesn't usually get a chance like this to spend time with you, so he's excited to share something so special together. pampering for fun is not a common occurrence for idols, so he loves the leisure time too. he doesn't get his nails painted, but he does get a manicure to make his nails look pretty. all the nail techs compliment his pretty hands which makes him shy, and he does act a little dramatic at all the attention, which endears you to no end. he compliments you incessantly on your color choice and tells you how cute it makes you look.

changbin...

changbin has no idea what to expect but he does have sisters so he knows sort of how manicures work. (his sisters insisted on giving him a couple every now and then when he was a kid.) instead of being helpful and helping you pick colors or designs, he instead takes to reading out the names of nail polishes that he finds funny--he finds 'wharf! wharf! wharf!' to be the funniest thing and laughs about it for at least 10 minutes. he also excitedly points out a pink shade to you and says it's "dwaekki pink" so "you have to get it." he also will (endearingly) annoy the nail tech asking a million questions about what they're doing to your nails because he Wants To Know.

jisung...

jisung is absolutely vibrating at the thought. his favorite person getting pampered and getting their nails painted?! he would also insist on your nails matching in some way, so he'd either get the same design as you or he'd get at LEAST one nail matching. he tells you its so he can think of you when you're not together, which makes you groan and the nail tech coo. you have to remind him there's other designs besides stripes and a cross, which somehow blows his mind. he would ask if he could try out one of the foot baths and then would be howling because the bubbles make him ticklish, and you have to contain him so you don't get kicked out LOL

felix...

felix is also super excited like hyunjin, and would be thrilled to get a manicure. he also would want to try one of those fancy pedicures where they do the hot towels and the seaweed wraps and all that. he would say funny things to you when you're side by side in the chairs, trying to distract you (and himself) from the ticklish feeling of the pedicures. when you're sitting there letting your feet soak, he would pipe up about some weird article he read online of people using fish to eat dead skin, and you would tell him it was gross. (he would remind you there are *much* worse horrors in australia and you'd smack him on the arm.)

seungmin...

seungmin is not a typical client but he's open to the idea. when you take him with you, at first he's content just waiting in the waiting area and flipping through a magazine. (you and him do share a chuckle when you notice one of the magazines has his face--along with the rest of skz--on the front of it.) but, curiosity gets the best of him so he pokes his head over and sits beside you, watching curiously. he'd occasionally ask questions about it, and you or the nail tech would answer. he would find the whole thing very interesting and says he might even try it next time!

jeongin...

jeongin is much like seungmin, perfectly content in the waiting area playing a game on his phone or reading a magazine. but the curiosity gets to be too much, and when he sees another couple leave and admire their nails together, he decides right then and there that he wants a manicure too! (he's a little nervous to commit to the full nails just yet, so he gets one of his ring finger nails painted to match yours. (you find this incredibly endearing and will often kiss the knuckle on this finger to make him blush)). when you both leave the salon, he takes a picture of your nails together and sends it to his hyungs, telling them that they should be jealous of his manicure!

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[lovely-lamy]

Savanaclaw finds out about Disney

This took place in where you found a way to get back home and you can get to travel in both worlds whenever you wish

Mc/You=GN

TW: Slight cursing, At some point the characters might be a bit OOC-ish, Obvious lazy writing at some parts

(Leona Kingscholar, Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl)

Leona (surprisingly) attended the dorm meeting and actually used his legs and he noticed something about Vil

Vil is ranting nobody(almost barely) can hear it but he has good ears. He wonders what made him so upset

Then he remembers that Vil took a trip to your world with you and when he came back, he's like this. He's curious of what made him so upset, but it's not like he could careless so he just leaves it be.

After the meeting, he goes back to his room to just lounge again

On the other hand, Jack seemed to notice that Vil had been a little bit upset all day and decided to ask his senior about it

"I dunno, Leona probably pissed him off or talked shit to him again" Ruggie just shrugged "Oh ok, thanks Ruggie-senpai"

He just decided to ask you when you passed by since your with Vil last weekend and he guessed something must've happened

Jack didn't expect a movie could upset Vil this much so he wants you to show him this "Disney" that you're talking about

He invites his two seniors over cause why not, Ruggie seems curious about it while Leona... he doesn't get why he agreed to this

You, on the other hand, just play it off since you can't turn back now and you wanna see how this will turn. Turning on the t.v. you borrowed from Sam and putting the CD in, the movie starts showing the title 'The Lion King'

During the movie, Ruggie seemed to be cheering for the hyenas and Scar (Leona was silently cheering for Scar too and felt proud on that scene where Mufasa fell down)

Jack was calm and attentive the whole time, silently guessing the next scene and what's going to happen

Leona hates all the songs except for "Be Prepared". That song was definetly stuck in his head now. Both him and Ruggie cringed at the scene with Nala and Simba

All three of them didn't expect the ending. All of them knows now why Vil is upset of Disney and why you think of The Great Seven was villains.

After the movie, Leona looks so ready to turn everything into sand. He's about to pounce at the t.v. but Jack hold him back while Ruggie is just laughing at Leona's actions

"Scar deserves to be a king more than Simba" Leona said with a child-like pout. He just calmed down after a long time of holding him back from destroying the t.v.

You just sighed with a weak smile at the fact that Leona's child-like pout looks so damn cute (and you wanna slap Ruggie that is still cackling and didn't help at all)

A week has passed and Leona is more moody, Ruggie is just fucking laughing at Leona and teases him "Your getting mad at a kids show, are you a kid? shishishi", and Jack is still the same but is worrying a little bit for his senior

*Ruggie and Leona is reenacting that one scene and you walked in (without them knowing ofc)*

Ruggie on a tree branch:Brother! Help me! *holding in his laugh*

Leona standing on the tree branch:Long live the king

Ruggie:AAAAHH!!! *falls dramatically*

Mc:What in the fuckery are you doing-

Thank you for reading!!