#Hopefully they don't make a challenge out of their birthday

[cheryllblooms]

Happy Birthday!

Asta and Yuno♡

[4th October]

[donghoonie-3]

My Princess

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !! sub!fem!reader, dom!sunghoon, consented somno, slight voice kink, hoon chokes reader with his hand and cock, throat fucking, oral (both recieving and giving), teasing, hoon fucks reader raw (don't be silly, wrap your willy 🤕), mentions of breeding, cum eating (gets dirty), slight size and strength kink, daddy kink, hoon calls reader kitten, princess, baby and love (hopefully I'm not missing anything lmao), slight boob play. If I miss anything please lmk!!

Word count: 2.9k

Note for @hoonieswhore <3 hihi, happy birthday !!! I hope you're having a good day today <3 and not only bc it's your birthday but bc you deserve good days 😋 AND NO DW I didn't forget lmao, I wanted to say hbday in this message <3. I hope you like the little birthday gift I wrote for you~ my first time writing sub reader hehe. It gets filthy 🤭.

AN: I still don't take requests, this was a birthday special for a friend hehe. This is my first time writing sub reader and dom idol!!! So I hope it's not too bad 🤕 I kinda went out with this one hehe. ALSO this doesn't mean I'll stop writing sub idol. I think I'll mainly stick to sub idol but might write some dom idol fics. I'll see how it goes.

You were in the middle of some weird dream but slowly that dream turned into a wet one. Your boyfriend was using that pretty mouth of his on you, going in between sucking on your clit and flicking it with his tongue. His hands placed on your plush thighs. It felt so real but its only a dream, right? There's been many times you've had these type of dreams about Sunghoon so you're not surprised you're having another one. As soon as you feel his two fingers stretching your cunt out you let out a moan, still thinking you're dreaming until the pleasure got more and you felt your orgasm nearing. Maybe it's not a dream?

You slowly open your eyes and look down to where you see Sunghoon in between your legs, his eyes closed as he eats you out while his fingers are in you, hitting all the right spots. You let out a loud moan at the sight and the pleasure. You're so fucking close.

"You're awake~ took you long enough." The boy teased. "Feels good, kitten?" He asks before sticking his tongue out, tasting you on his lips. He waits for you to reply but all you do is moan. "I'm asking you a question, princess~ are you already too gone to answer?" He continues to tease you.

"feels so...oh god-" You cut yourself off with a high pitched moan and arch your back, his fingers pushing you over the edge. As soon as he sees this he pull his fingers out, not letting you to ride out your high which leads to a ruined orgasm. "No!! Please, keep going please" you whine, asking him to continue and all he does is smirk.

"Tsk, naughty kitten. Who said you could cum? Hmm?" Sunghoon says as he moves himself up. "My kitten deserve a little punishment~" He teases as he gets up from the bed, you instinctively grab onto his sweatshirt he's wearing, not wanting him to leave you like this.

"Don't go" You unintentionally pout while giving him puppy eyes. "Cute~ I wouldn't leave you like this, princess" He gives you a quick kiss before taking off his bottoms and underwear, following along with his sweatshirt. You pretty much check him out as if you never seen him fully naked before. Your mouth watering when you see his already hard, leaking cock. Which doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"Get on your knees" he says in a slightly deeper tone as he sits back down on the bed. His voice sending chills down your spine. "What if I don't?" You ask while still lying down, as if challenging him. He tuts and leans down into your ear. "If you don't, you'll only make your punishment worse. Brat." His deep voice almost making you moan, especially when he calls you brat.

He pulls back a bit. His big hand moving up to rest on your throat but not putting any pressure on it. "Gonna listen to me?" He looks at you with lustful eyes and it almost makes it hard for you to breathe. Which is funny because as soon as he realizes you're not gonna answer him his hand squeezes around your throat, actually making it hard for you to breathe.

"I'm gonna take that as a no then. Open your mouth." He demands, he sounds so hot like this it's hard for you not to do as he says. So you open your mouth for him, already knowing what he's going to do. "Good girl" he says before spitting into your mouth. "Now swallow~" and again, you do as he says.

He completely pulls away from you and manhandles you onto all fours. He kneels behind you and puts one hand on your hip and the other on the top of your back, pressing down to get your face into the pillow while having your ass up. "So fucking pretty like this" he mutters under his breath and you whimper at his actions.

"Gonna fuck you so dumb" he says as he enters two fingers into you. By now you're pretty loose from him fingering you a couple minutes ago. "Please, want it so bad daddy" you shock him with the name you give him. You shock yourself too since you never called him that, you've always wanted to but you weren't sure if he's fine with that which is why you're hoping he's not going to be disgusted with you now.

"I'm s-" Sunghoon doesn't let you finish your sentence. "Daddy, hmm? Didn't think you'd be into that. My little kitten~ or should I say, daddy's little kitten~" He can feel you getting wetter with each time he speaks. It's like he wants you to go insane or something. "You like it that much? Cute~" He says.

"Daddy, please. Want your cock, please" you pout, hiding your face into your arms because of how shy you're getting. "Cutie~ what happened to you being a brat?" Sunghoon keeps teasing you and it only makes you wetter.

He takes his fingers out and puts them into his mouth, wanting to taste you. He then brings his wet fingers to his leaking cock and spreads his precum and saliva along his length. "Ready kitten?" He asks and you give him a quick yes in response.

He puts his big cock into your wet hole. "I fuck you so much and you're still so fucking tight. Just for daddy huh?" He smirks, his dick fully in you, probably bulging at your tummy now. "Mhm, only for daddy~" you say in a needy tone.

"Please, fuck me" you ask him and he lets out a chuckle. "Did you forget this is a punishment?" He says as he starts to move his cock in and out of you at a very slow pace. "Gonna make you beg for me" Sunghoon says in his deep voice.

It feels like you've been like this for hours now but its only been ten minutes. You can't handle this slow pace and you know for sure he cant either. You're surprised that he's still going so slow. "hoon, please...faster" you say, tears in your eyes by now, you want to feel him pounding into you, making you cum over and over again on his big cock. Not this slow pace that's keeping you on edge all the time. 

"What'd you say?" He's obviously teasing, he knows what you said but he wants you to say it louder. "Daddy~ want you to go faster, please." You sound so fucking desperate and it's causing his dick go twitch. "Yeah? Want daddy to fuck you dumb?" He moves his hands up and down your sides as he speaks. "Mhm, will be good, I promise~" you say, hoping to convince him. You know he can't last any longer with this slow pace, he's got to fuck you properly soon.

"If you wanna get fucked you'll have go prove to me you'll be good, will you do that kitten?" He says and you nod quickly. "Good. Get on your knees, on the floor. Gonna have you suck me off, kitten" your boyfriend says as he pulls out, you almost whine at the loss of his cock but you hold it, wanting to be good for him in order to get fucked good.

You quickly get on your knees in front of the side of the bed and he sits up in front of you. "Wanna taste you~" You say and lick your lips. You take your hand to his dick and bring your mouth to his tip. You give him some kitten licks before taking his tip whole into your mouth. "Good girl" he praises. He puts his hand on top of your head, his fingers intertwining with your hair. He doesn't do anything though, he let's you take control of your own actions for now.

"Taking me so well, baby girl" Sunghoon praises again, making you moan around his dick which causes vibrations to send through him, making him groan.

You relax your throat and attempt to take him whole. Trying not to gag or choke when his tip hits the back of your throat. His hand tugging on your hair at the feeling of your warm throat tightly around him.

You pull back up completely, your hand jerking him off while you try to catch your breath. "Can you fuck my throat, please" you look at him with puppy eyes. Your eyes tearing up a bit due to your previous actions of trying not to gag. "Fuck, okay" he says with a shaky breath, your tiny hand around his big cock making him feel good.

You go back down to take his cock into your mouth and he immediately pushing your head down, doing just what you wanted. The sudden movement makes you gag which has your eyes tearing up. "So fucking good" Sunghoon moans out, his hips thrusting up as he keeps your head in place with his hand. He leans back on his free hand and throws his head back at the blissful feeling. By now tears are falling down your pretty cheeks and he swears he almost cums when he looks down at you.

Your eyes looking up at his with tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. Your pretty lips stretched out around his big cock and you're slightly drooling around his base too. The way your hair looks messy with his big hand in it. And your tiny hands on his milky thighs. You look so tiny bellow him, it turns him on so much.

You tap his thigh twice as a sign for him to let you go. You pull back and try to catch your breath, coughing a bit which makes him worry. "Are you okay, baby?" He asks you and his facial expression suddenly changed to a worried one. "Mhm, I'm fine" you say with a smile. "Okay, if it gets too much just tell me, or use the safe word. And of course tap my leg if you need air or anything" your boyfriend says as his hand goes to cup your cheek and wipe your tear with his thumb. "Mhm, I know" you giggle. He leans down to give you a proper kiss before going back to what yous are doing. "Ready?" He asks and you hum, signalling that you're ready to continue.

You wrap your mouth around his cock again and he jolts at the sudden feeling. "Fuck" he moans and puts his hand back onto your hair. "Still want me to fuck your throat, princess?" He asks you which you hum and nod to, wanting him to fuck your mouth. "Okay" he says before pushing your head down again and thrusting his hips up. By now he's so close. His thrusts being more rough than at first as he tries to chase his high. He's still being careful with you since he doesn't want to hurt you.

"Gonna make me cum, princess...fuck" he let's out a shaky moan and God...he looks so hot like this. His head thrown back and his Adams apple bopping up and down when his dick goes deep onto your throat. His pretty plump lips parted and letting out pretty moans that sound like music to your ears. You wanna make him feel even better so you bring one of your hands to his balls. Lightly massaging them which makes him even more vocal.

"Shit baby...I'm so...so fucking close, fuck" He moans and pulls you off gently from his cock, he goes to wrap his own hand around himself but you beat him to it, your hand wrapping around him instead. You point his tip at your parted mouth, ready to catch his cum on your tongue. "Want your cum hoon" you say as you look at him and he cums right after hearing your pretty voice, you sound so ruined already and yous haven't even properly started yet.

His cum hits your tongue and fills up your mouth. You moan out and close your eyes when you feel his load at first. "Fuck, love...so good" his eyes roll back as you have him ride out his high on your hand. You look up at him and meet his pretty eyes. Your mouth closed now but you didn't swallow anything just yet. You move up to him and cup his face with one of your small hands, bringing him into an open mouthed kiss, having him taste his own cum as it goes into his mouth. He moans at the taste. This is so dirty but you both love it so much.

"So fucking hot" he says after swallowing his own cum. "You're so dirty" you tease him "says the one who done the action" he says, referring to what you just done. You roll your eyes playfully. "Oh? Thought you said you'll be good now, no?" He smirks, teasing you. Your eyes widen and you look back at him "you can't tease me anymore, please" you whine. "Cutie~ I won't. Lie down for me" he says and gives you a quick kiss.

You go to lie down on your back and he positions himself in between your legs, puts his tip against your entrance before pushing himself fully in. "Gonna fuck you so good, I promise" Sunghoon says and leans in to give you a passionate kiss, his both hands holding himself up to not collapse on your small figure. He slowly starts to move but not in a teasing way again. He picks his pace up and moans at the overstimulation, but he wants to fuck you and make you feel good after how good you made him feel. Plus he likes the overstimulation.

"My pretty kitten" he pulls away from the kiss and latches his mouth onto you neck, marking you up as his, completely claiming you. He pulls his cock almost completely out before slamming back into you, making you let out a high pitched moan. "Fuck, hoon" you throw your head back, giving him more access to you neck.

His hips are so rough and you love it so much. You know for a fact you're not gonna last with how good he's fucking you now. Especially after all the teasing. "Call me what you did before" he whispers into your ear, his voice going deeper again and its making your head spin. "Daddy~" you moan out and he groan against your neck.

You smirk at the fact that he likes the name so much, however that smirk washes away with a hard thrust of his. "Daddy is fucking me feel so good, please~" He's pretty much going insane with how you call him that. He loves it so fucking much and it shows with how much faster and more rough he gets with his thrusts.

"Please what?" He pulls away from your marked neck to look at you with hooded eyes. You don't answer him, too lost in how good he's making you feel. Your hands going up to his biceps and digging your nails into him which makes him moan, loving the painful feeling. "Too fucking dumb to answer me, slut?" He smirks. He gives you four particular hard thrusts before stopping with his cock fully pushed against your sweet spot, making you cry from how good it all feels.

"Not gonna answer your daddy?" He says as he pushes even further into you which you didn't think was possible. It makes your back arch and has you scratching down at his biceps. "Fuck, daddy's making me feel so good...please" you look at his with glossy eyes. "Cute. Daddy's good girl~" He praises before starting to thrust again, making you let more high pitched moans.

He ends up looking down at where his cock is filling you up. That's when he notices the bump in your tummy and he swears, he almost looses it completely at the sight. "Fuck, kitten" he gives you another hard thrust and you notice he's looking down, you follow his eyes down and see the bump. "Oh my god" you moan out and roll your eyes back.

"You're so fucking deep in me, daddy" you moan out and he smirks. "Filling my kitten up so good, hmm?" He says as he continues to fuck you nice and rough. One of his hands goes to your boob and plays with your sensitive nipple, making your back arch at the stimulation. You feel your high slowly approaching. "Sir-" You moan out, switching up the names which he doesn't mind. He loves both.

"Want you to breed me, please" you say, looking up at him. "Yeah? Want daddy to breed you~ bet you'd look so fucking pretty, my cum filling you up so good it's dripping out of you~ my pretty cum slut~" He continues to dirty talk you and it only brings you closer to your orgasm.

"Please!! Need it, please. Want is so fucking bad, daddy" you sound so needy and he loves ever bit of it. "You close, love?" He asks and you nod. "I'm close too, cum with me~" He tells you and you cum with him. His cum filling you up to the brim and he feels your walls tighten around him, pretty much milking him dry. "My good girl" he moans as he rides out both of your highs before almost collapsing on you.

Your arms move up to wrap around his neck, bringing him closer as if he isn't in you already. He rests his body on yours as you let him. "Happy birthday, my princess" He says softly as he kisses your neck gently. You smile at his words.

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[subarashiihibi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL ANGEL WIFE IZAYA ORIHARA!!!!!!! 🥰😘👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨😭😎🔥🫶🩷

i can't quite put into words what exactly izaya has meant to me over the past 8 years. one, it sounds really corny and i go off into at least 30 different tangents about all the little things that make him so endearing to me, but also i just dont really know how to sound eloquent and stuff. that being said, a lot of the person i am today is (for better or for worse) thanks to izaya, so i think if i leave it at that you can at least get it a little bit. ^_^

i was really excited to set this year's display up. i changed the room i used this time, since i got a new desk, and it was...kind of a challenge at first, but after moving around a bunch of furniture and whatnot, i made it work...!

i had to forego putting up a few other things... namely the rest of my bromides and postcards, but also all my shikishi. i need to invest in some way to display them... i also had two(!!) dakimakura... i had to leave out this year. </3 and the cardboard cutout i made when i was 16. 😭

as usual, i have a lot of stuff to say about this entire thing and the stuff around it, so i... will leave my rambling under the cut. (^□^)

my god putting this thing together was hell. i said 'challenge' earlier no this shit was like a fucking war omfg. the clear files kept falling i was miserable and praying to god (im not even religious). and then i had to tape behind the big izaya balloon poster cause it's covering my doorway and it kept getting pulled back to the door...? and it looked stupid. 🤦‍♂️ i wasn't originally gonna put the tables in here either. i really wanted to be able to fit the bed sheets on the walls. but i couldn't... and i needed more room to put the pillows and stuff, so it ended up working out perfectly.

(the only reason i didn't want to use tables was cause i didn't want something covering up izaya's sexy exposed feet in the china poster... 😟)

i was (finally) gonna get a cake this year, but after having the stress of two exams back to back this week and exams next week, i...was too exhausted lol. hopefully next year i won't have an awful overnight job or school making me miserable. (as if i'm not still gonna be a student next year☠)

the amount of durarara merch that's come out the past few years has left me feeling so spoiled... i hope they do a mail order for the 20th anni merch... i want all the izaya stuff without the crazy markups from resellers online🤬

also plz don't judge my toploader deco skills too much... i am not very experienced... and i also don't have a lot of stickers to work with... 🥺

at any rate... at this exact time last year, i was suffering inside the confines of my local walmart... i was working overnight, and my break was at 12am, so as soon as it hit, i ran out to my car to excitedly celebrate the date changing to may 4th...!

and then during my lunch break, i drove to the whataburger next door and did another 10-pull on the izaya birthday kuji while in the drivethru.

i didn't realize this until i started taking stuff down in my room (this is my bedroom... i can't realistically keep two large tables in here and a poster covering my doorway. i had to crawl under the table just to get in and out. my knees still hurt.), but... i actually forgot something i wanted to include... my izaya lightstick... 💔💔💔 it's okay. i will live. i'm happy with my setup as a whole so i have no qualms with this. i just need to make sure i don't make the same mistake next year.

on a (slightly) unrelated note, yesterday (may 3) was the 19th birthday of my favorite album ever from my favorite band ever, fall out boy's from under the cork tree! i was so happy when i found out it's right before izaya's birthday cause fall out boy as a whole has so many izaya coded lyrics it's crazy. (btw, their debut album tttyg came out on the 6th as well...!)

and then tomorrow is cinco de mayo... it's not a coincidence... latina izaya truthers rise up...

anyways...! i'm finally learning how to draw properly. the reason i was always so miserable when i tried before was cause i never knew what i was doing. i didn't know where to start from. because...i didn't use references...so hopefully i can draw something cute for izaya's birthday next year. ^_^

that's all i have to say...! i woke up early this (yesterday) morning at 9am so i could be there at 10am when midnight hit in japan, and it's already 3am on the 4th, so i'm exhausted lol...

i was so excited seeing all the izaya bday fanart on twitter though. all the beautiful artists making beautiful art...

but i've spoken too much now. sorry. i'm going to spend the rest of my night listening to fall out boy before i eventually pass out. bye bye !!!! ^_^

[xxsycamore]

𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 xx

↬ 🖤 It seems like Gilbert is set on making all your naughty dreams come true today...

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Morning Sex; Birthday Sex; Marking; Biting; Toothmarks; Blowjobs; Facefucking; Come Swallowing; Dirty Talk; Reader is obssesed with Gilbert; Dom/sub undertones; Reader is Gilbert's fucktoy; Gilbert is nice and loving in his own way though; Aftercare; Post-sex Cuddles; Sleepy Cuddles • wordcount: 1,115 • masterlist

a/n: IT'S @scummy-writes'S BIRTHDAYYYYY!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCUM!!! I WANTED TO HOLD OFF MY GREETINGS UNTIL I'M READY WITH THIS. I was worried the idea in my head was not good enough but then you had a fun little cumversation in your blog. You had no idea about what it might bring forth... Poor Scum... OKAY, I WANTED TO SAY: Have a great birthday Scum, you deserve the world, I can offer some words from my heart but please know they're nowhere near enough to express my love and admiration. You're one of the greatest people I know and I'm glad to have felt your friendly love, your warmth, your care. Just as I'm glad to have witnessed so many of your lovely works, of the hilarious posts you make, yes even the cursed ones, all things that make you what you are - thank you for sharing them with us, you're truly a sun that shines around here, and I don't want to wear sunscreen JHKHKJHKJ I really want to give you the biggest hug ever and hope you can feel another percent or two of all the love I hold for you 😭😭😭😭 You're seriously a cool person and I'm glad to know you, ILY SCUM!!!!!!!

"Liebchen… Good morning."

A smile so dazzling that it rivals the midday sun high in the sky outside the tall windows… being greeted by Gilbert like this is always the beginning of a good morning, indeed. You nuzzle your face further into the silky black bedsheets and muffle a matching greeting in return. He gawks at your cuteness and stokes the curve of your shoulder, an innocent act, wasn’t it for the red toothmark making itself known just underneath his delicate touch. He's caressing you there in order to make you remember.

The blush spreading across your face is hopefully hidden somewhere in the same bedsheets you grasped for your life last night as you received this mark that is loaded with his love. And the other one. And the other. Little by little the memory ignites small sparks all over your body in the places he bit you and you start to feel them as if they're freshly printed onto your skin. It's so good to feel loved all over.

It doesn't have to be the eve of your birthday to receive this sort of treatment, but Gilbert still gave you a lot to remember from last night. A greedy thing that you are, you feel your body still wanting more; you want him to spoil you more and more until you have an excuse for not being able to leave bed the whole day and then just resort to cuddling instead. How perfect is that?

"Little rabbit…suck me off?"

A sharp intake of breath through your kiss-abused lips,…

How dares he? Wanting to be pleased first thing in the morning, on your birthday nonetheless? Making you take his cock deep into your throat as he basks in morning glory…

Oh, he knows you so well.

"Mmmffhh…"

Enjoying the way his cock fits almost perfectly in your mouth, you suck down on it and wonder whether you should let the post-waking-up laziness take the reigns and make a warm cocksleeve out of your mouth, or if you should challenge yourself in making him burst a quick, fat load down your throat that his morning wood has been preparing all for you. Gilbert often says how entertaining all things unexpected are. You can only help to match his idea of entertainment, even when it comes to this.

Oh but he also loves the slight vibration of pure surprise that your tightening throat produces when he's the one taking you by surprise. Thrusting his hips into your face does exactly that, as adrenaline mixes with arousal in your veins, making you try your best not to choke as you blissfully accept his facefucking.

The moans leaving his lips are sending shivers down your spine and then right between your legs, and your fingernails bite into Gilbert's hips for support. You wish you could leave your body and look at him from all angles; to get off to the dirty sight of him propping his weight on one arm as he lays almost fully ontop of you, your own legs dangling off the end of the bed because of where you descended to accommodate him. It's unfair that putting a hand between your thighs will be too much of a distraction, but nothing should mar your title of being his personal perfect little hole.

"Ngh… you'll make me want to shoot my load right down that warm, tight throat of yours, aha~"

Excitement paints your vision pink as you wish you could give a more prominent sign of your enthusiasm other than the way your nails scrape down his hips. The poor little rabbit's tiny claws are nothing in comparison to the big bad tiger's sharp fangs; you do nothing to mark his skin. But it's alright, even if he is to laugh at you.

His angelic voice brings forth chuckles that you're used to hearing, but so does it bring a telltale sigh of being on the edge. The girthy length in your mouth throbs deliciously and you feel yourself droll more in preparation for what is to come. In just another second, Gilbert will force his cum down your throat, and you're doing to drink every last drop of it - you'll have nowhere to go but to savor his taste. The familiar, slightly unfavorable taste of his cum that his infamous diet determines, you've grown accustomed to it like every other part of your beloved Gilbert.

"Take it all now, be a darling…"

The strain in his voice is sending your eyelids shut before you can even think of bracing yourself; relaxing your throat more and awaiting the second he paints the back of it white, you chase after that promised culmination in all its familiarity.

The realization comes a little late when he's already pulling out his cock from your mouth, drooling with saliva and cum, and your tongue swirls in the taste of him. He tastes…

"So delicious…"

Why yes, Gilbert loves your surprised face the best. Maybe a bit more than your blissfully fucked-out face that he claims to see little hearts floating all around, sometimes. You have to ask him about that; you have a great need to know which face of yours he adores the most, even if you're afraid of facing the same question in reverse when he throws the ball back at you.

"You love the taste of me? That's a nice thing to hear. I'll keep that in mind."

"Gilbert, you…"

No, you're sure. He must've changed something in his diet, you're sensitive to changes about him, of course you'd notice. He gives you a knowing face; a smirking one, he loves the fact that you've acknowledged it, you can almost hear his favorite praise of how smart you are. It's such a small thing but you feel like he's spoiling you with this, too; starting with the birthday delicacies from the moment you've opened your eyes.

Snuggling your way up into his embrace again, you let the world slow down again as he holds you in his arms, enjoying the feeling of him putting the fingers of one of your hands between his fingers and not even biting, like a cat that simply plays around… It's heartbreaking when you feel him pull away and rise to a sitting position, and you whiningly hold onto his shirt's sleeve as if that would do something. He can't just satisfy your dirty fantasies, cuddle you a little and then go about his day…! Even if it would be filled with little celebrations you can only wonder about.

"Would you like to hold it while I use the bathroom?"

Oh.

This day is just getting better and better.

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[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Getting to Know the Neighbors Gen 1 pt.55

The day before Zohrehs birthday Mercury and family head down the street to meet for lunch with Kiersten and her family. When they arrive they knock and a gruff voice calls out from inside

???: It's open.

In the distance they can hear a softer voice respond, Kiersten.

Kiersten: Did you even check who it was?

Kiersten opens the door and lets them in

Kiersten: Mercury! Kason! I'm so glad you guys made it. Rufus these are the neighbors who own the gorgeous blue house near the towns center. I told you they came by yesterday to say hello while you and the boys were out.

Rufus was in the middle of a flash card lesson with his youngest son. He cuts the lesson short, kissed the small red headed boy and stood to greet them.

Rufus: Good to meet you. Rufus, I see you've meet my beautiful wife. This handsome guy is Malachi and our oldest son Tucker is around here somewhere.

Kason steps forward to introduce his own family.

Kason: Rufus, nice to meet you. Kiersten it's nice to see you again. I’m Kason, this is my wife Mercury and our triplets Venus, Ishtar and Aphrodite and our youngest Zohreh.

Rufus: Well lets not stand in the doorway come in please.

As soon as everyones inside, the oldest boy Tucker comes down whining loudly to his parents.

Tucker: Mooooommm you said dad would help me with my creative writing paper. I actually have to attend school tomorrow if you forgot.

Tucker plops down at the kitchen table.

Rufus: We have company buddy.

Tucker looks around noticing there are other people in the room.

Tucker: Um...sorry. Hi, I'm Tucker.

He politely introduces himself.

M: It's very nice to meet you Tucker. If you don't mind me asking what is your creative writing story about?

Tucker smiles and animated launches into an explanation of the world he'd created and the characters and creatures that inhabited the land.

Tucker: I want the main character to become a werewolf but I've never written about werewolves. Which is where my dad came in. He loves the supernatural, but he hasn't had much time since the move.

M smiled and sat down across from him.

M: Well I just happen to know a little something about writing werewolves. Would you mind if I helped out?

Rufus and Kiersten looked at each other surprised.

Kiersten: Thank you so much, but we couldn't ask you for that. We invited you over for lunch and to hopefully make friends-

Rufus: Yeah, not put you to work.

Kason laughed, seeing Rufus and Kiersten finish each other sentences made him like them more. They reminded him of himself and Mercury. It was easy to see they had a close family dynamic and a healthy relationship.

Kason: One thing you'll learn about M, writing is never work for her. She's a pretty amazing author herself.

Kiersten stops in her tracks as realization dawns on her. She walks over to the bookshelf and pulls out a familiar book.

Kiersten: I knew she looked familiar. She wrote "Journals of a Werewolf".

Rufus takes a closer look at the photo on the back of the book.

Rufus: Well what do you know, that is you. I admit I'm a little ashamed now, I've read that series at least a dozen times. Can't believe I didn't recognize you.

M laughs and reassures them.

M: Please it's better that way. But it's nice to know you enjoyed the series. Thank you

Tucker: Sooo, can she help me?

Kiersten hesitates still

Kiersten: We really couldn't ask you to do that.

M: It's not a problem. Please I'd like to help.

Rufus: Kier she says its okay. Besides who better to help him than the werewolf master herself. Thank you Mercury. Come one Kason we can head out back. Falls taking its time and I just got a new grill I'd like to give a go before the season gets too cold. We'll take the little ones we have a swing and space for them to play.

Kason and Rufus around up the toddlers leaving Mercury to help Tucker with his story.

After about an hour Tucker and Kiersten join the others in the yard.

Kason: Where's Mercury?

Kiersten: She went down the street to change. I thought she was dressed a little warm for the weather.

M returns 10 short minutes later and everyone is already gathered outside.

Rufus: You're just in time. Your husband was just impressing us with his culinary talents and finished up what looks like an excellent set of Chimis.

During their meal Kason and M ask the Walter’s what brought them to Brindelton Bay. Rufus explained how he'd been promoted from his position as Constructor of Computers in Chestnut Ridge.

Rufus: The office out there is still small and well they aren't all tech savvy. So the only way to really get the promotion was to move my family to San Myshuno or the Brindelton Bay office. My choice was a clear one.

Kason: It will be nice to see a friendly face in the office.

Rufus smiled, the comment meant to instill a sense of friendship but Kason knew it had another meaning, but that was an issue for another time.

As the evening draws to an end M extends a invitation to Kiersten.

M: Tomorrow and the day after we’re having birthday parties for the triplets and Zohreh. You guys should all come by.

Kiersten pulls M into a hug

Kiersten: We would love to, and thank you for today.

M hugs her back. When she pulls away Kiersten wiped tears from her eyes.

M: For what? We were guest in your home we should be thanking you.

Kiersten: You and your family have made us feel so welcomed already. We've hardly seen any of the neighbors sense we've been here. The last town we lived in was so lively, and warm. The people were like family. We've been here for almost a week and your family is the first and only to come over and even introduce themselves.

M: The neighborhood is fairly quite. More dog owners than families with kids, living so close to the clinic and dog park. Don't worry it was the same when Kason and I first moved here. We can go by the cafe or the towns national park sometime.

M: And if we don't find any nice people don't worry, you and I are going to be good friends.

Kiersten giggles and wipes the last of the tears from her eyes,

M: It'll be nice to have a friend close to home.

Kiersten sighs

Kiersten: It'll be good to have a friend. I'm so excited for tomorrow.

Kason arounds up the kids as M finishes her goodbyes. Before they leave Tucker runs out and hugs M tightly

Tucker: Thank you so much Mrs.Gratz! Could you come over again and help me with more of my stories please?!

M: I told you it's okay to call me Mercury, and I would love to help you with your stories in exchange you and your family have to come over to our house tomorrow for Zohreh's birthday. What do you say?

Tucker: I get to come to your house?! Mom we can go right?

Kiersten: Of course

She mouths thank you to M again with a fresh batch of tears in her eyes.

M: Then i’ll see you guys tomorrow. Thank you for lunch. Have a goodnight.

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*Journals of a werewolf” is the book that got M her 4th celebrity star. It was a best-seller and she won a star- accolade award. It’s the book most sims are likely to have read. She wrote 2 squeal’s.

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

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That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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Since you're interested in my timeline I decided to share it °3°

Keep in mind that this is a mix of what was stated in the show, and my own personal interpretation/headcannons:

Total Drama Island: July 8th, 2007 - August 31st, 2007

(July 8th, 2007 being the irl date the show was created, and the end date being August 31st has to do with Chris at some point saying the competition will last 8 weeks)

Total Drama Action: September 2nd, 2007 - October 13th, 2007

(Action takes place two days after Island ends, and was mentioned that it lasted 6 weeks)

Total Drama World Tour: February 3rd, 2008- April 3rd, 2008

(This one was a complete bitch to figure out. I had to do my best to calculate the full flight time which was around 9 Days, 4 Hours 50 Minutes, then I had to squeeze in the challenge time which I'm pretty sure I just guessed. I kinda went backwards, since World Tour ends sometime around Cody's birthday which is April 1st)

Total Drama Revenge of the Island: July 5th, 2008 - August 17th, 2008

(based on the premise that challenges happen every three days which I'm pretty sure was mentioned in island at some point but I kinda don't remember or care. Set in the summer closer to Island's original release date)

Total Drama All-Stars: August 22nd, 2009 - October 2nd, 2009

(Same as Revenge. A little over a year later bc with Alejandro being in that robot suit before Revenge, and Chris being arrested after Revenge, yet both saying they were imprisoned for a year, I'm gonna say that the guy trapped in a robot suit didn't have a good perception of time)

Total Drama Pahkitew Island: October 20th, 2009 - December 1st, 2009

(noting really special here tbh, though I remember I made Pahkitew right after All-Stars to make sure the character birthdays stay consistent. They're not official birthdays btw)

The Ridonculous Race: July 11th, 2010 - July 24th, 2010

(Similar with World Tour in that I had to figure out the travel time, 4 Days, 14 Hours, 30 Minutes, and squeeze the challenges in. I set it after July so Geoff, Owen and Noah could still be 19 and Leonard could still be 16)

Total Drama Reloaded: July 10th, 2022 - August 22nd, 2022

(based on literally nothing and will probably change soon. Like I said it could either be in 2022 or 2024. Hopefully something gets dropped next season that'll hint at a specific date or something)

Anyway that's it bye

Holy shit that is an astounding amount of work to figure out the exact dates of every season, props to you I could never!

[ennysimmer]

Hello everyone :> I was supposed to only pause my queue for a few days to give me a chance to edit the last posts of rotation 13 in my build a city challenge... but here we are, exactly one month later, and it's still paused xD I kinda got distracted by Dragon Age for a while...

Anyway, Neptune will be back starting tomorrow. It's been a few months since I played it, but there are still plenty of posts in my queue so I won't run out for a long time. Hopefully, I'll be back playing it before we reach that point.

I'll try my very best to finish writing some of my 68(?!) uberhood posts that I have saved as drafts. I don't really feel like playing my uberhood right now, but I'll get back to it eventually. Probably.

Also, I started playing in a new custom hood haha. It's set deep in a forest, it's slow-paced, and it's more character-driven than my usual playstyle. Who would have thought it's much easier getting to know the characters when there aren't like 40+ of them to keep track of.. xD I'm really obsessed with it right now tbh. I just wanted to play something with barely any rules and few characters with a long life span. I also wanted to make use of some of the sun & moon mods - and that resulted in The Florence Forest and Claire, shown in the pictures above.

For now, I'll focus on Neptune and my uberhood, but I hope to add this new project to the mix in the foreseeable future.

Well, that's all for this (not so) little update, I guess. I hope you all had a great The Sims 2 birthday the other day! It was fun seeing everyone celebrating :3 20 years is kinda wild.

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So You've Kidnapped Your Robin... What Next?

As an up and coming villain, you've captured your Robin. Well done!

It was likely to be less challenging than you expected it to be, as it happens a LOT, but you've still managed quite the accomplishment, so take a moment to congratulate yourself.. but make sure you've tied him up first, as many a nascent criminal career has been reduced to a one shot appearance by gloating instead of securing... As we say in these circles: "Be kind, rebind"... though I suspect that's showing our age these days.

So... now you have to decide what to do with the Teen Wonder.

Was the capture part of a plan? Or were you just winging it? Be honest, we won't judge.

Either way in your, now hopefully well secured, Robin you have a very aesthetically pleasing captive. Classically handsome, brightly coloured outfit (very useful for brand recognition) and clearly has never missed leg day in his life...

His mere reluctant presence is guaranteed to brighten any lair up, even if you just have him drugged and tied up on the floor...

Or bound and gagged in a corner... there are few who can match the Teen Wonder for radiating "pissed off damsel" vibes when he's being held captive.

If you, or your current crime spree, have already picked a theme, then we'd actively encourage you to make him part of it. He's got the RANGE!

If it's your birthday, tie him to a giant incendiary candle.

If you're going for a puppet gimmick, then the colourful costume makes for a perfect centrepiece...

Even for old-school classics like running a coven of devil worshippers, again, he can fits right into your evil scheme..

If it's just straightforward torture you're into (A little gratuitous perhaps, but there are worse things), then he has more than enough style of his own to make it work

And any off-the-cuff, impulsive, murder attempt can be livened up if your target is a brightly oufitted, acrobatic hero.

An old favourite is to make him part of your grander plan to torment Batman, whether it's a spur of the moment decision to use random giant props you have lying around

Or maybe as a distraction so you can flirt/fight with Batman

Or a complex plan to drive Batman insane with fake murders of Robin leading up to the real thing, your Teen Wonder will make a fine addition to your scheme whether in terms of quantity

or quality.

So never be afraid to use him to maximum advantage.

Of course, by now the more perceptive of you might have wondered how he can be put into so many different predicaments AND STILL BE AROUND!

This is a fair question and, as you might soon discover, has a fairly obvious answer: He's been in so many traps, because he's gotten OUT of so many traps! Batman often helps...

As do the Titans...

.. but he's resourceful and skilled enough to get out of a great many different varieties of restraint by himself.

So, in summary, our advice with your kidnapped Robin is this:

Make sure he's properly tied up before you do anything else! (Have you checked the knots on the ropes you used since you started reading this article? You might want to do that now... we'll wait.).

Make the most of your Robin for your high profile criminal advantage whilst you have him. (Don't take any other kind of advantage, that'd just be tacky. Supervillains may be criminals, and sometimes homicidal maniacs, but we have standards!)

Don't feel too bad if you don't manage to kill him. You won't be the first, you won't be the last.

If you DO manage it, congratulations! Though you now have every member of the JLA, Teen Titans and BATMAN after you... good luck with THAT!

So, even if he escapes, remember that with the Boy Hostage, there will ALWAYS be a next time!

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Sorry, Wrong Comms! : Hunter x Medic!Reader [Chapter 7.5]

Warnings and Information: Intended audience is 13+ (18 if you squint.) **THIS IS PART TWO OF CHAPTER 7.** I needed to cut the chapter in “half” to avoid a massive word count! Should hopefully know the drill about my use of italics, Mando'a and headcanons by this point in the series. Couple of lines throughout both halves get suggestive.

Party shenanigans continue! The birthday presents are described in a vague, general manner to leave it up to your imagination and better fit all manner of hobbies/interests! Sorry Hunter, siblings will be siblings, and that means some teasing/plotting. Mostly Star Wars swearing. Medic!Reader (finally) meets the Captain. Rex being a proud older brother; bonus healthy emotional outlets for everyone! Some accidental eavesdropping leads to discovering how much our broody sergeant worries about getting involved with the Empire (and other things). Tech takes his turn at trickery. Local Man brags/rambles about his family in a confessional love letter like A Weirdo (Affectionate); the way to Hunter's heart is caring for his brothers and sister. Mild panic and awkwardness. Hints of the writer's thinly disguised current romantic fantasies? It's more likely than you think. Someone steps on glass, but no blood! Unintentional sibling "trickery" (Echo's, referenced from Chapter 3, if you can even call it that) and two counts of very intentional, suggestive teasing during one instance (ten credits if you guess both correctly, five if you guess one right) are also present amid other occurrences of sibling shenanigans.

Word-count: 8,540

"Start with the smallest present!" Omega called, clambering excitedly into Wrecker's lap as he barely got himself lowered on the floor after carrying all of the presents into the common area from Echo's room. 

The medic laughed with a curious brow quirking at the smallest Clone who was the big sister of the Batch, plucking the indicated item off the top of the pile at her feet. It was clearly just a small envelope that'd been swaddled in gift paper at the first feel of things. The gift-giver's name was a short, illegible smear of ink and all [____] could make out was the general markings of "cresh" of the Aurebesh alphabet somewhere in the middle of it. "Uh-oh, things got more than a little messy I see. I wanna see if I can guess who this is from. Ink smear is a little too short to be Crosshair at least." She teased, carefully removing the wrapping paper before working her nail under the edge of the seal flap to ease it open. 

"How sure are you about that?" Crosshair challenged all in good fun with a wicked grin over the rim of his fourth different mocktail combination, "While it's nothing like your's, I'll have you know that's my best handwriting yet, doc." The sniper's sarcastic nature was only further spurred on by the exaggerated eye roll and equally-sarcastic yeah-yeah-yeah murmuring of the medic and Hunter pinching the bridge of his nose with a muted sigh before flashing him two hand signals.

Knife. Stop. 

Crosshair smirked impishly, drawing out each word in a galactic language other than Basic in mock-challenge. "Why don't you make me cut it out? Just having a little fun, sarge. You should be having some fun, too." 

[____]'s head snapped up in confusion just before she finished opening the envelope, eyeing the marksman quizzically. "What was that, Cross?" 

"Oh nothing," Crosshair chuckled, flicking his free hand lazily in a dismissive gesture, "just reminding Hunter of something for later while I was thinking about it." To Hunter's relief the medic found it satisfactory enough of an answer to turn her attention back to the envelope in her hands and finish tearing it open rather than ask further questions. 

She knew immediately which brother this gift was from once the seal flap was pulled back. Tucked inside the envelope were two collector's foil tickets for her favorite intergalactic band; marked for the night they'd be on this planet and closest to the spaceport. The location she'd joked she'd have an easier time talking herself into abandoning her clinic for the night in favor of going and seeing the live performance on this leg of the band's touring route. "Aw, Tech…! Thank you, that's so sweet!" 

Tech smiled shyly before tugging his goggles back in place with an easygoing voice, eyes fixed on his knees. "You're quite welcome." He sharply ducked Crosshair's hand reaching out to mess with his hair as he teased his brother for looking slightly red in the face at the attention. "I would recommend Omega's gift be opened next. It will be in the larger envelope." 

The second envelope was made of more rigid material than the first, difficult to bend or flex without great effort. [____] smiled at the cheerfully written "Open HERE!" with a smile and the stern "DON'T open THIS end!" warning on the identical entry-points at the short edges of the rectangle. Heeding the notations, she opened the appropriate end and gently shook out the contents; a plastic gift-voucher card to a store just on the edge of the spaceport the medic frequented for one of her hobbies, and a few pieces of artwork carried out in painstaking detail to accurately depict [____]'s favorite species of flora and fauna from around the galaxy. She swore louder than intended, turning around the print of a large flower in particular to excitedly show the rest of them. "Holy kriff! Omega, you made these?" 

"Uh-huh!" Omega giggled, laughing and kicking her feet in half-hearted protest to Wrecker tickling her in-between the explanation she'd locked herself in her room immediately after breakfast this morning to work on the three illustrations, and didn't come out until lunch.  

"These are so beautiful," she swooned, eyes lingering over the attention to minute details for a moment longer before putting them back in the safety of the envelope, "thank you, sweetheart! I think I'll hang these in my bedroom… and put the voucher to good use. Who's present should I open next?" It seemed so far that the person who's present was opened last was choosing the next sibling's, and she didn't mind. (Maybe just a little curious why Tech's was specified to be first; perhaps it was because the literal big-ticket item was the most expensive and they were eager to see her reaction.) "You should open Crosshair's!" Omega decided. 

She now wondered if the remark from the Clone with the short crop of stark silver-gray hair about her handwriting was deliberate when she opened his gift next; a package of the writing pens she liked best for filling out the occasional old-school medical charts on paper. Trustworthy and reliable writing implements she'd recently run dry on. Of course Cross would have noticed and made note of when she'd thrown away that last pen with a sigh; and it didn't surprise her he'd have gone for a gift on the more practical side. The corner of his mouth twitched in a half-smile in response to her thanks. 

"Heh... Don't mention it, doc. Big guy's turn." 

Wrecker's gift was squished down into an old paper grocery sack that'd been stapled shut, and it popped out the moment the last staple had been freed. "Aw, Wreck, it's so cute!" [____] squeezed the stuffed rendition of her absolute favorite animal in all the galaxy to her chest, relishing the way the slightly chubby little body squished against her. Oh Maker, it was so soft! "I love it, thank you!" 

Wrecker grinned broadly at her, releasing Omega when the youngster made to get up from his lap, either restless or tired of sitting on the floor so she squeezed herself up by Hunter in his seat. "Yer welcome, kid! Hopefully the candy in the bottom of the bag didn't get too badly squished while I was tryna fit in the toy, heh." She quickly confirmed that wasn't the case, and was now eagerly looking forward to the particular treat she didn't get the chance to have as often as she liked. "'Kay, Echo next!" 

The gift from the ARC trooper was also in a paper bag, stapled much more neatly across the top thanks to a less bulky shape inside. Pulled open, [____] saw the tightly-tucked item and had to laugh softly as she pulled it out. "Ho boy. Of course there's a way to fold a blanket according to regulation-standards," It was so soft and comfortable to the touch, a welcome bonus to her favorite color and pattern. "old habits?" she asked, hoping to tease an answer out of him.

Echo just laughed, unlacing his arms and sitting up in his seat now that he was talking. He wasn't afraid to tease her in kind. "Be thankful for those old habits, burc'ya; it's the best way it'll fit in the bag when you have to carry everything home." 

"O-or have someone help with that," Hunter cut in suddenly with a nervous cough, proposing an offer, "It'll probably be late, so one of us would be more than happy to walk you home, by the time the party's over…" his hand started to climb back up towards the new gauze in a nervous movement before he caught himself and instead put the hand around Omega's shoulder in a tender gesture. Echo barked with laughter in response, eyes glinting with a unique hint of mischief. "Sounds like someone's trying to volunteer, kid: how nice of you, Hunter." 

[____] tucked the plush new blanket back into the paper bag, deciding it would replace the old, scratchy and threadbare blanket that was thrown over the cot in her back office and picked up the last gift, Hunter's, with a pleasant chuckle. "I'd be happy for the help, no matter who it is." she promised, cautiously breaking open the package. "Alright, last but not least, Hunter's gift-"

"And then it's dinner time!" Wrecker cheered, briefly forgetting his manners as he eyed his timer with glee. He wouldn't tell her what he'd been planning for her special dinner, adamant that it would be a surprise to her. Ended up being a good thing she'd been so absorbed in that holofilm and hadn't eaten anything yet, whatever it was waiting for them in the kitchen smelled delicious.

Methodically wrapped in clumps of thin tissue paper within the last birthday present were an assortment of accessories, each a beautiful and unique style. [____] gasped softly, marveling under her breath as she took a closer look at each little piece. Some rings, others a pair of earrings, or something to pin in her hair if she wanted. All were made a little differently, no two styles the same. It looked like they'd all come from different planets, if she had to guess based on some of the materials used to make them. "Oh stars… These are beautiful, Hunter. Oh kriff, I almost missed this one here at the bottom…" 

Omega stifled a gentle gasp at the sight of the necklace pendant the moment [____] had it unwrapped. She recognized that one in particular best out of all of the other accessories Hunter had been collecting in secret. She and her brothers had been on an assignment that they'd been promised a healthy windfall of credits for if they completed it successfully, dating back months ago now. It'd been the first mission they took once Omega was better after she'd been sick. 

Once they were done and set to return to the Havoc Marauder to return to their employer with proof of a completed contract, they'd passed through a small market where Hunter had been the first to stall the rest of them once something caught his eye. 

That Nabooian pendant [____] now held gingerly in her hands. 

The first hint that Hunter felt some kind of way about the medic was when Omega watched him ever-so-gingerly pick up that necklace from the tray out of everything else the jeweler had to sell and exchanged the appropriate amount of credits for it. After he'd walked some distance away, still holding the free gift box that came with every purchase from the vendor that now held the necklace inside it, Hunter had paused with a great, sudden look of uncertainty after showing it to Echo before it was finally put away for safekeeping. 

"What's the matter, sarge? Having second thoughts on if it's the kid's style after all?"

"N-no, I'm certain it'd look nice on her, that's not what I'm worried about. But… What if she thinks I'm weird for just… giving her this out of the blue?"

"Then, don't. Wait for like a - ohIdunno - special occasion or something. She'll like it either way, I'm sure." 

Omega realized these feelings Hunter had for [____] had been brewing much longer than initially thought. So she was right when she asked Hunter if he ever thought of someone special: the answer was sitting right there in his footlocker where he kept his armor kit for months along with everything else he'd been secretly collecting!

Of course. She should've realized that when she found everything neatly wrapped up in a pair of too-small blacks (probably Hunter's last set before his final growth spurt shortly before reaching full Clone-maturity) the time he'd asked her to grab something out of his footlocker.

In a flash, the medic had opened the clasp to the necklace and reached behind her neck to put on the accessory to try it on first out of everything. Five sets of eyes swung in Hunter's direction once she'd closed the mechanism and took a moment to admire the pendant as it hung from her neck and lay comfortably against her chest. "Oh I love this… Thank you, Hunter!" 

He was redder than one of Mustafar's lava fields even under all the cool-toned party lights as he barely stuttered out a you're welcome before his voice was overshadowed by the excited, whooping laugh as Wrecker ducked into the snug kitchenette to bring out the main course for everyone, making the effort to move in such a way that it concealed what he was carrying until he got it to the table in the breakfast nook. 

"Hope you're all hungry! Cause it's ready!" Tech, Echo, Crosshair and Omega were quick to claim their seats around the table, the joint effort once more seating [____] and Hunter next to one another, this time by force. Crosshair grinned lazily, leaning one elbow on the table once his brother and their collective friend had seated themselves. "Smells good, big guy. What is it?" 

Excited as he was, and this close to reminding Crosshair he'd helped him gather all the fresh ingredients just this morning, Wrecker did his best to stick to the script just like his sharp-eyed brother. "Thought we'd all have a taste of home tonight: [____]'s home, that is!" He lifted the lid to the tray to finally reveal what he'd cooked up, and he was sure that he looked a little pink after all the excited chatter from the medic as [____] explained to Omega (as she also pretended she had no idea what it was Wrecker had made) that this was one of her favorite things to eat where she grew up; that she hadn't eaten it since she'd moved from her home planet and came here. 

They were still on track, after all. If Hunter wasn't going to show that letter to her tonight, feeling it wasn't the right time for any reason, all he had to do was give Tech one little hand signal. 

Barricade. 

So far, there'd been no sign of it.

So, so far so good!

Following dinner, they had gotten at least one round into a short, modified game of Sabacc before everyone was interrupted by a loud GNK unit coming up the street. 

Bwonk! Honk, honk! 

Wrecker looked up from his current hand, both brows reaching for the ceiling. "Huh? Wha's Gonky doin' outside the door? He usually stays with the ship unless it's really important… Excuse me, ad'ika, I better go see what 'e wants. H-hold these for me, will ya?" 

She took the cards, careful to keep them face-down so they didn't become a spoiled hand. "Sure, no worries Wreck." [____] promised, holding Wrecker's current hand of Sabacc cards to her chest for further security. The front door whipped open, the hydraulics cracking sharply as the blastdoor opened and closed as Wrecker stepped out onto the stoop for a brief moment. 

Everyone playing at the tight table quickly abandoned the effort of guarding their current hands from spying eyes to see why there was suddenly shouting, fearing that there was some kind of trouble when they heard Wrecker and another man bellowing. 

"No-no-no, put me down!"

Everyone quickly jumped to their feet. Crosshair easily swept Omega off his lap and held her against his back with one long arm, and completely disregarding his injuries that he really should not be fighting with, Hunter stepped protectively in front of the confused medic; each veteran brother telling their prospective charge they were minding to "Get behind me!" in unison, swiping anything in reach that could be used as a makeshift weapon. Tech and Echo moved closest to the door, ready to act however necessary to buy Cross and Hunter time or to come to Wrecker's aid.

It proved to be an unnecessary measure by all, but no less sweet or so selflessly brave. There was no Imperial threat.

"GUYS! Hahaha! Look who it is!!" Wrecker was not alone when he came back inside, the door rocketing open to reveal the boyish giant with so much excitement in his mismatched eyes over this very familiar-looking man struggling in his arms, feet so far off the ground and kicking desperately for purchase on something, anything. Imperial threats didn't get carried into the house with a look of unfettered glee by someone trying to deal them secretive, critical blows.

"Wr-Wrecker! Every time?! Put me down!" the other Clone tried near-fruitlessly, still struggling in the arms of the explosive ordnance expert. 

Makeshift weapons were dropped. The five faces of the Clone brothers previously flooded with fear quickly fell and gave way to relief, Echo's gaunt face changing the most as he staggered against the wall, loosely clutching his chest, practically halfway to tears in a bittersweet blend of excitement and comfort. "Oh, Maker! It's the Captain, not a damn Imperial… oh Maker it's just the Captain." (Omega swiftly caught the attention of the medic and, happily, declared it's really okay, we know him; he's very nice! in a whispered voice.)

Echo didn't talk about just anyone like that; the Captain? [____] heard how much Echo respected, loved this particular older brother, always calling him "one of my brothers, Rex" and "the Captain" depending on the cybernetically enhanced soldier's mood or decided topic of the day when he swung by her clinic just to talk. 

So between Echo's painfully obvious relief, Omega's seal of approval, and a memory that the Batchers got along best with a select few of their "Reg" brothers in the GAR, [____] was nearly certain this must be Captain Rex, based on the whooping and crushing hug he was (still, unfortunately for him) receiving from Wrecker; and he was likely coming by to see how Hunter was recovering. "Oh, of course, of course; you must be wondering about Hunter! I'm personally not aware or sure that anyone had let you know that he was okay when Echo accidentally… hailed me but… he's, um… Echo? What's wrong?" she trailed off, seeing the ARC shrink further against the storm-blue wall with every word.

If the slight paleness in his skin could possibly go any paler, Echo had found a way, eyes enormous and both shoulders practically in his ears as he stammered through his explanation. "Uh… I'm not sure I'd call hailing you an accident… exactly. I did mean to hail the Captain, but I, uh, I-I-I also meant to contact you for medical help and I wasn't sure what communication frequency I dialed in when I started speaking and-!" 

"You boys are a real mess." The sigh from the captain was fond. Nostalgic. "Just like old times… Wrecker, mind finally setting me down so I can introduce myself?" On his feet, the Captain with closely-shaved blonde, curled hair could now properly greet the medic, offering a firm handshake. (Maker, the sheer strength in those fingers alone!) "The name's Rex. Thanks for taking care of these boys, and their sister, ma'am. I know it can't be easy." 

She knew what he was playfully alluding to, fully familiar with these siblings and their proclivity for danger in the almost-a-year she's known them by now. She firmed up her handshake and chuckled humbly. "Heh. Nonsense! I knew the job had its thorns when I went to school for it; easy would be out of the question. They just keep my job exciting for me, that's all. I'm [____]. Pleased to meet you, Rex!" 

"Likewise, [____]. Likewise." Rex pumped the handshake one last time before he was content to release the medic's hand and greet each of his brothers, starting with a warm, comforting chuckle for Echo once he was pulled to his feet. "Easy there, little brother; sorry for the scare. It's good to see you, Echo."

"I-I'm fine…" Echo sniffled, face buried into the Captain's shoulder. She'd never seen Echo cling to anyone so tightly before, not even the frightening occasion he was in the deep throes of hypothermia and Wrecker had volunteered himself to assist in raising Echo's core temperature. "M'fine, Captain… H-how'd you find us?" 

"I knew how to find your ship," Captain Rex confessed, thumb doing a few slow, circular laps where he held it against Echo's back. "Tracked it down here to this planet and docked myself a few shipyards over. The GNK-series droid aboard your ship led me here when I asked if he knew where I could find you boys. And Omega." he added, grinning at the youngster now hanging off Crosshair's wrist once it was made clear that she wasn't in any danger, waiting quietly and politely with a smile of her own. 

"And [____], too," Omega insisted, releasing herself once the Captain had let go of Echo and next offered the other curiously blonde Clone a hug in greeting, "it's her birth-day, so we're throwing her a party!"

"Ah, is that what all this is for? Wondered what Wrecker was doing wearing a party hat or what the place was so decked out for… Looks like you're all having fun! Even ol' Crosshair's managing to smile." 

The sniper laughed dryly and sarcastically, rolling his eyes and the toothpick from the last spicy snack sausage he'd plucked from the collection of snacks set out for the party as he spoke. "Very funny, Captain…" He allowed the Captain a brief hug before he started to wiggle out and stood within arm's reach, "Glad to see you made a clean get-away from the transport. It's good to see you." 

"You too, little brother," Rex agreed, patting Crosshair on the shoulder before turning his sights on the exceptionally-minded, "And good to see you too, Tech!" 

Tech backpedaled defensively, dodging a threat of close-quarters contact he wasn't always fond of. "A-ah-! Please don't hug me!" he blurted, knocking into Wrecker with a mild yelp. (Though it wasn't his fault, Wrecker apologized for getting in the way as his brother had tried to avoid undesired sensory input.) The Captain just chuckled agreeably, taking no offense. "Alright, alright. Then I won't. Won't force you to do anything you're not comfortable with." Tech nodded gratefully, not meeting Rex's eyes and allowed himself to take a singular and friendly clap on the shoulder before he sidestepped out of the Captain's reach. "Th-thank you, Captain..."

"Awh, s'okay Captain, I already gave ya a hug!" Wrecker scratched around the back of his neck in a self-soothing motion to go with the sheepish laughter, settling for a good handshake instead. "Thanks, though!"

"No, better not while I'm still healing… What brings you here again, Captain?" Hunter asked, waving off the offered hug and taking a shoulder-clap of his own on the right side instead.

"Came to make sure you especially were okay, like [____] guessed; but everyone else too, really, since I could track down your ship with the help of a friend in the network. I'm afraid I can't stay long…" Omega pouted at these words, and the unmistakable sense that Rex was a man who cared so damn deeply for his fellow Clone brothers (and sister) filled the medic's heart as she watched him comfort Omega with a curled finger and thumb pinching together to cup her chin and better meet her eye. "I don't want to put anyone in danger by lingering too long, Omega. I can probably stay for a little bit after I speak with Hunter about something, but I don't know for sure." Omega nodded, showing she understood. 

Captain Rex looked at [____] to seek approval before speaking again. "Mind if I borrow your friend here for a while? Promise I won't keep him forever so he can return to the first proper party this lot's had in ages. Good for them." 

She laughed softly, nodding at the two of them with a playful salute that made the Captain grin slightly wolfishly, and Hunter chuckled softly in relief after meeting Rex's eye. "No worries, I understand. We'll keep ourselves out of trouble and plenty entertained in the meantime!"

As Hunter suggested he and the captain retreat further into the house to speak, his bedroom perhaps, Wrecker carefully slugged [____]'s shoulder approvingly. "Haha, looks like the Cap'n likes ya kid!" 

Captain Rex just smiled humbly over his shoulder as he followed Hunter's lead. Though she'd scarcely met the man, she certainly didn't doubt it. She had the impression that this beloved, respected Captain was much like the Sergeant: the type who you earned their ire if you were unkind to their men, and the kind who regarded you with great respect if you got along well with the people they called their family.  

"Gotta say…" Rex's voice caught on [____]'s ear as she was stepping out of Omega's room to grab more snacks for herself and the girl as they worked together on a special piece of art. She'd gone in there initially because the youngster was excitedly showing off more drawings she'd done that morning while her brothers decorated the house once she'd finished making all the party hats to kill some time while Hunter and Captain Rex spoke, and [____] paused in the hallway. 

Hunter and the Captain were speaking in the smallest bedroom, the door open just a crack. Enough that she could hear the men without great effort. "Kid did a good job patching you up and removing those stitches, Hunter. Got a hell of a healer's touch; don't think anyone will be able to tell you got caught in that blast unless they looked at sealed medical records. Think she'd be willing to take on one more patient on the down-low if I ever got hurt that badly out there?" Both of them chuckled at the Captain's joke. Warmly, but also careful and guarded. 

(No, she wouldn't mind helping the Captain on the down-low at all and in fact would be happy to, she decided quickly.)

There was a long pause, the sound of resticking tape, then fabric sweeping over skin. Hunter had probably shed the top of his civvies for the Captain to inspect the healing injuries and get a sense of his little brother's recovery. "I'd ask her for yourself if you're serious. But I think she'd be willing. She's… got a good heart. Good head on her shoulders." 

"I can tell," was all Rex had to say initially before she decided she needed to move and go get those snacks before one of them caught her eavesdropping. [____] got some more of the snack-mix, and then watched while Echo held open the door as Wrecker lugged Gonky through the door and into the house with a laugh. "Felt bad for Gonky, goin' back an' being out on the ship by his lonesome when the rest'a us are havin' fun… So I brought him for the party too!" Gonky whomp!'d happily at the affectionate pat from the ARC once he was on his feet and could slowly shuffle through to the common area. 

"Here. He can have my party hat," Tech offered eagerly, "the elastic strap is beginning to prove a bothersome sensation." 

"Hey, if you need to take a moment to destimulate, take it, okay? I don't want you becoming miserable, Techie." Tech nodded softly in promise, looking touched by the concern for him coming from someone other than a vod as always. "I… think I will."

When [____] went back to the door of Omega's room after giving Gonky an affectionate pat of her own to say hi and welcome him to the party as well, she could tell the conversation between the Clone Captain and Sergeant had shifted.

"There's no rush, no pressure, Hunter, but I did want to ask if you were any closer to deciding on… y'know. Helping in the fight against the Empire as regular members of this little resistance I'm throwing together." Hunter sighed sharply and moved closer to his door, the darting shadow sending [____]'s heart into her stomach for just a second; he never opened or shut the door, instead grabbing something before he moved away.

"Right. That. I still don't know, Captain; I don't know how to balance what everyone wants along with keeping everyone safe… I can't. Help. Worrying. About the safety of my me- family." Hunter stopped and sucked in his teeth before he continued to the superior officer, and [____] risked lingering longer out in the hallway to listen. "I've tried. Maker, I've tried! I understand Echo's motivations behind wanting to help your cause, Captain. I do. It's important to him; it's an important cause. I guess I'm hesitant to involve myself… all of my family… because we nearly lost Crosshair less than a year ago and I haven't been talking about that as much as I should have with him." 

There was a long, long pause after some comment [____] could not understand from Captain Rex; it most definitely was not in Basic, at least. "… I don't know, Captain. When Echo's ready for it, I know our scrappy, resilient little ARC trooper will help with the next prisoner transport ship so more of our brothers are liberated. But after the… the karking mess I ended up in trying to make sure the way was clear for Omega to take more information from the bridge…" Hunter faltered here, a distressed, unhappy lilt in his voice that pinched her heart uncomfortably.

"I understand, Hunter. Just glad you're still with us, brother. Thanks to your… good friend." The pause in the Captain's words was almost unnoticed, and for a moment she worried she'd lingered too long and gave herself away to them. As she ducked into Omega's room, face burning and heart beating at a blistering pace, she managed to catch one last thing. 

"Thanks to [____]." Hunter agreed softly.

Her comlink began to chirp just as everyone was ready to start a round of Dejarik in teams, startling Wrecker just as he began to take a pull from his bottled beverage they'd gathered for the party. No spirits, but something fizzy and sweet [____] liked that Omega wouldn't be excluded from. "Oops. Think that's an old friend from back home. Excuse me, boys."

Tech looked at her with an imploring expression, one brow quirked in question as he blotted the front of Wrecker's now-sticky civvies, trying to be helpful. "Do you want us to wait for you until you are-"

She reached the back door and gave it a tug with her free hand so she could step out on the also decorated back patio, shaking her head. "Nah, it's okay, Tech. But thank you. You guys go ahead and start Dejarik without me. I'll join you in a few minutes." She shut the door behind her, the cool air a balm to her warm skin. The decorations in the house were lovely (wholly sweet and nothing short of lively), but some of them were covering some of the air vents and it was becoming a little hot inside with the reduction in airflow. 

She depressed the button of her comms and excitedly blurted out the name of her friend with a cheerful "Heeey! So glad you called, it's been a while!" fully expecting it to be them on the other end.

It was not her friend. Kriffing scam telemarketers on her birthday, just her luck. "Hel-lo! We've been trying to reach you about your speeder's extended-"

"Still think this part's a bit too unkind." Echo murmured, squirming in discomfort as the brothers huddled up around Tech and Hunter on the couch back inside the house, and soon Tech's datapad trilled, signifying she'd disconnected the call before there was a short string of soft cursing outside. If she had paid closer attention to the frequency, she would have seen Tech set it up so it was off by just one number from her friend's. "Finding an excuse to get her here and surprise her with the party is one thing because no one's feelings get hurt and there was truth to the stitches excuse, but she thought she was getting a call from a friend…" 

Though he was getting better used to it, bending rules and regulations still made the Corporal uneasy, even if being a part of a team with a 100% success rate during the lifetime of the GAR was admittedly a thrill in and of itself. 

Tricking their friend felt like a slight step too far, even if it was just a small part of the plan Tech put together so Hunter could have an opening to tell [____] how he felt with the letter, just the two of them. "As I've insisted, I don't think it will be of much consequence for long, if at all." He scooped up Hunter's datapad and tossed it at Hunter without so much as making sure he was paying attention. He knew Hunter would catch it. 

"What makes you so sure?" Crosshair hummed, chewing on another toothpick that had come with one of the spicy snack sausages in the party platter (he liked the way it made his gums and tongue tingle).

"I have a good feeling about this." was all the elaboration Tech was going to provide his vode. 

The sound of the door mechanism clicking caught [____]'s attention, finding Hunter hesitating just slightly when he realized he had been spotted in the doorway. "Oh, hey there; you can come out, it's okay. Guess it was just some lousy scammer calling to wish me a good birthday. Figures, right?" He smiled weakly at the joke before he made any further moves. 

Hunter joined [____] out on the little back patio, shutting the door to the housing before stepping closer with a hand outstretched, dark eyes boring into the wall, the ground, everywhere but her eyes as he held out the datapad to the medic. A funny expression she couldn't quite read crossed his face. Her curiosity was certainly piqued. 

"What's this? Found something funny on the Holonet?" 

"I'd like you to read something." Hunter wasn't acting quite like himself, looking at her with darting, fleeting seconds of eye contact. He'd never been so afraid or uncomfortable to hold her gaze in the past. Not even when she'd stepped into the barren and snug sleeping space Hunter called his bedroom and helped him remove the loose shirt and the gauze to free him of the irritation caused by the stitches in his shoulder.

What was going on? Why was he looking at her with such anxiety now?

"N-now? Heh, sure, just uh… here." She gave Hunter her drink she'd carried out here and plucked the datapad from his hands when she couldn't find a level spot to set down her beverage. "I'll trade with you so I can see what we're working with here. Is it this, on the screen?"

"Yes."

"Someone's chatty." [____] said teasingly, turning her attention to the screen after a slightly flirty wink, emboldened by a muffled, raucous whoop from Wrecker somewhere in the house. His giant, child-like nature was simply infectious tonight in particular and everyone was acting differently. Maker, she wished he'd been there for every party she'd ever had growing up, he could really liven things up when it came down to it. A shame that Captain Rex had to duck out just before they were ready to start a friendly game, she would have liked to talk with him some more. "Okay, let's see…" 

[____]

Guess I should cut the chatter: I've been made aware that you now have an idea of how I feel about you. Echo encouraged me to tell you the full truth myself. So that's what this letter is meant to do, [____]. It'll be easier to lay down a foundation for a later conversation in a letter first… if that's what you want.

She stole a little look from the datapad after the first few sentences, the confused feelings surging with the half-smile never budging. "Keep reading." Hunter simply pleaded, his smoky voice impossibly soft. 

If not, then maybe we can communicate this way for the time being. I'll leave that up to you. But it's important that you hear from me how I feel. How I am. Or, can be.

A second stolen look, the datapad falling half an inch from her face as she paused. This is exactly what she thought it was. Wrecker was too loose-lipped and his brothers probably put Hunter up to writing this out. 

This felt like a plot line from a steamy holonovel; a brooding, mysterious and troubled man with a murky past just trying to keep his family afloat falling for an unassuming nobody of a woman, giving such a strong emotional outpouring in the starlight on the night of a special occasion. 

Heh, this couldn't be real, right? She was dreaming. Had to be. But those dark eyes… those nervous, nervous eyes both fixed on her and flying to look at anything else out on this little back patio every time she tried to meet his gaze…  Was his heart already racing against his ribs like her's started to? 

You've known us a while now. Always seen the best in all of us as you came to know us and gave us all a soft place to land in this galaxy. Learned that Omega's (likely) the oldest out of all of us; observant, intelligent, highly aware. Eager to learn and try new things. She picked up the notion of giving art a try after seeing some of the pictures your pediatric patients had gifted you after you offered to keep her company so she wasn't home alone when the rest of us took that job out on Florrum. She's gotten so good at it.

She's likely watched all of us go through our enhancements and modifications, save for our older, scrappy and resilient ARC trooper Echo. Given time, he can adapt to most everything. He was one of the 'Regs', once; he's told you parts of his story before I offered him a place on my squad and took him into our fold of rowdy rule-breakers. You've been a tremendous help to him and I should've been explicitly stating my thanks a million times over, but I guess I just couldn't figure out how when I was just so relieved he was sleeping again.

Even in a romantic confession, Hunter's dedication to and pride in his family (these days they were only ever referred to one another as a "squad" when they hired themselves out for the odd jobs to put credits on the table) was so blatantly evident. She kept reading, wondering where Hunter was going with this. It was certainly odd and unconventional that he was bringing his vode into this, but there had to be a good reason when Maker, he cared so deeply for them. 

Parasite or no parasite, you've never once shied away or been put off by Crosshair's behavior or that sharp tongue to match the sharp eyesight that would leave your jaw on the floor if you ever get the chance to see him in action. He was a real menace against those Clankers in battle. (He'd be all too happy to show off, [____]; all you have to do is ask.) Wrecker shows off all the time; no denying his brawn, or his explosives expertise to give us a good explosion out on the battlefield, now is there? You've never once treated Wrecker like he's stupid and forgetful, and you're a good sport about all the times he's gotten over excited and given you one of those spine-tingling hugs of his.

 Warms my heart that you aren't threatened and are rather endeared by Tech's archive-worth of knowledge he's jammed in that brain of his to talk on and on for hours. That you'll engage with him instead of tuning him out, and actually ask him genuine questions in the hope of learning something rather than doing so just to be polite and shut him up for a while.

Tech retains just about everything he's ever learned, and it's gotten us out of so many jams I don't bother keeping count, because I'm certain he does.

All this to say "And then there's me". Probably know the least about me ever since Tech brought us to your clinic when we realized Cross was sick. 

That's right: they'd come to her because they were avoiding Imperial attention. Wrecker had carried Crosshair into the clinic just before closing as he writhed and thrashed in his discomfort, doing his best to fight against the biochemical response from the parasite. They'd probably have been kicked out of the other, larger health center had they tried going there anyway because he was so combative with his vode when the parasite got the best of him. 

Made him a danger to himself and those around him that it necessitated a very specific sedative she didn't like using on her patients because of the common side effects, but she couldn't leave him helpless and in pain. Not with the way a little girl with blonde hair tucked in the crooks of arms both cybernetic and flesh cried with a plea to help their sick brother surrounded by three other men as they got him strapped into a padded examination chair for the medic who anxiously agreed to help him. Something had been said between all of them in something beyond Galactic Basic as they came to an agreement that on a count of three, all four limbs were locked down and she was given the go-ahead by this band of then-strangers.

I was avoiding getting close in case we weren't staying long on this planet and went on the move again… playing it "safe" by being distant so yet another goodbye since the GAR's dissolvement would sting a little less. Thinking the less you knew about me the better, so this new Empire wouldn't do anything to hurt you… in case they heard about the "one off" of you helping one of our own. 

Yeah right… "One off". It's been nearly a standard year since the parasitic souvenir from Kashyyyk and there's been nearly a hundred injuries since. A hundred injuries since the collapse of the GAR and everything familiar about it… everything I was created for, [____]. My "desired genetic mutations" that made me useful to the GAR and the Jedi, my fellow soldiers, the experimental special forces 99 Unit: the enhanced senses, the ability to feel electromagnetic frequencies, expert navigating and more… What place do any of those desired defects have with all of that gone, now? 

I spend every day in discomfort due to the nature of my defects, but I made it work for the sake of my men. For the sake of all of my brothers in the GAR, even if I never fought alongside them much. There was a bigger picture I believed was worth fighting for, so I fought through the overwhelm and the onslaught on every unorthodox mission I'd been allowed to command. Nothing is familiar anymore. I have no larger safety net beyond the Batch and other deserters scattered in the galaxy. Every one of those hundred or so injuries since was another reminder of what I was trying to avoid in the vacuum of the GAR's absence. 

Reminders how alone I've become. 

Oh… stars. The datapad felt too heavy in her hands, her hands buzzing with nerves the same way they did before every dreaded medical school exam, the patio swayed and rocked under her feet for a brief moment and she had to lean back against the wall to find support. Poor Hunter… she had no idea how extensive these struggles were. How much he'd kept to himself. How much he said he was shouldering on his own. "Yo-you…" she swallowed down her stomach and sinking heart, mouth drier than the Dune Seas of Tatooine. She couldn't think straight, and Hunter was now standing so close she was beginning to feel like a cornered animal under the unblinking gaze of his warm eyes, glittering in the party lights like rich tourmalines. 

"... keep reading, cyare." It was soft. A request. Or maybe encouragement. She couldn't tell, her head was still swimming through a thousand emotions. Sadness. Confusion. Pity. Empathetic understanding. But she did as he said, eyes dropping where she had left off.

Somewhere in those hundred injuries, something changed, of course. The night Omega got sick. I couldn't avoid coming to your clinic. I couldn't avoid the discomfort. I hate clinics. (I'm sure you've been wondering that for a while now.)

But I don't hate the doctor. It's not their fault- it's not your fault - that these places are so karking uncomfortable for me. I think that was the night I realized I felt something for you, watching how sweetly you took care of my 'little' sister. I wasn't even your patient, and you still asked me how I was doing, if I was okay, if you could get me something while you were holding Omega in your arms. I think that was the night I finally saw things… differently.

Saw you differently. Authentically. Comfortably. I could start telling you more that I used to leave unsaid… something I still need to get better at and actually tell you that I trust you, that I had thought of you as a friend. That there were a million ways I wished I could have repaid you for your help and your kindness and the ways you treat my brothers and sister with such genuine care. The friendship and love that you've shown them…

And just two days ago. Maker, I'd never felt safer with a medic, or at your clinic. I still hate your clinic. 

But, oh, mesh'la… I could never hate you, [____]. 

Confessing my feelings for you on your birth-day has to be such a cliche if these Holofilms I've seen Omega watching are using this plotline a lot, so I apologize if the timing has made you uncomfortable, but I felt it was time to stop pining… and start doing something to say how I feel. Stop bottling up my feelings and be avoidant to all discomfort and unfamiliarity, and to be honest and open with you, starting with this:

I think I've loved you for a while now. But now I know for sure that I do.

-H.

Oh stars. Oh stars oh stars oh stars!

So it was real.

Springing away from the wall she'd backed herself into, something dropped and shattered near her feet. Hardly a flinch as large fragments of glass are stepped on in their collective hurry. She's acting without much thinking, and it's caught him by surprise when she's suddenly in his arms. Hunter's recovered from the initial shock of catching [____] so suddenly, the cloyingly sweet taste of the mocktail fresh on her lips spurring him on. He just hoped the spice of the party snacks he'd been helping himself to all night weren't bothersome to the medic as they feverishly, eagerly traded kiss after kiss after kiss. 

One of his brothers can be heard clear as day from inside the house once they had either finally noticed where the two of them had gone, or finally daring to break their silence after watching this whole time. "Awh yeah, Hunter! About damn time!" 

Another spoke up, first chiding the disturber, then proudly egging his brother on with a teasing question. "Oh k'uur, he'd have gotten out of his karking head eventually. Do we need to scram so you two can have some quality time, dear vod?"

Neither Hunter or [____] cared, or completely noticed. They were both so lost in one another's eyes once they pulled away to catch their breath that they didn't even seem to care that they'd been standing half-barefoot in the sticky puddle of the red, fruity mocktail this entire time since it had tumbled out of Hunter's grasp. They didn't notice when Tech shuttered the blinds in the house that looked outside after a long moment, or the faint klic! of his datapad.

"Hell'd you take a picture for?" Echo questioned, face bearing a grin to rival a nexu's that betrayed the accusatory tone. 

Goggles were adjusted before brother answered brother. "Well, since Crosshair seems to have started taking pictures with my datapad to capture our squad's happy, or dare I say… "cute" moments, I figured it would be the obvious thing to do to capture something to commemorate the occasion. I dare say Hunter's letter was… successful, and more importantly reciprocated." 

"Your datapad makes the most sense: you record everything." Crosshair countered simply, a wry smile forming around the current toothpick. 

"... Hm! I guess it does."

Omega was the last to leave the window that looked outside, straining to hear her little brother when he broke that silence swimming between him and the woman he'd fallen so hard for. "Kamino's rain… glad to finally have that off my chest…" 

"I had a feeling something was up; I kinda overheard you talking with Captain Rex tonight… and from the moment Wrecker let the Loth-cat out of the bag, of course." [____] admitted softly. 

When Omega dared to pinch the blinds apart to peak outside, she could see [____] smiling gently, kindly at Hunter as she gingerly tucked away a curling lock of his hair that had fallen out of place. Hunter finally looked truly relaxed, relieved that everything had gone well. "But I wasn't going to rush you. I'm sorry if you felt the need to rush your little letter, too… I certainly wasn't planning on going anywhere, handsome."

"I-I didn't feel rushed; I really did want to tell you sooner than later. If I wasn't going to do it tonight, it would have been soon enough after. Honest." Hunter promised her, closing that space between them once more. [____] flashed him a smile that suggested she would guess otherwise about Hunter rushing himself, but she said nothing before winding a hand around the back of his neck and head to bring him closer.

Omega dropped her hand from the blinds and joined her other brothers on the far side of the house, everyone quietly celebrating their brother's success for themselves, proud of themselves for helping everything come together tonight. 

"I give it 'til the end of next week before he's watching romance holos for ideas." came Cross's chuckle. "Going to have to set up Hunter's datapad with limited screen hours like Omega's after dinner." 

Omega sighed disapprovingly, "Don't make fun of Hunter now that he's told [____] how he feels," she said, wagging her head at her little brother, "And I don't have the limited screen hours anymore." Hunter had removed the setting from her personal device within a week after it'd been set because she proved she could be responsible. She would much rather spend time with her brothers than bury her nose into the screen for hours on end. The quality time with her brothers was something she cherished.

And now she'll probably get to spend more time with [____] very soon, doing the same thing.

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Note from Frost: Guess it didn’t end up as long as I initially planned after doing some last-minute trimming to fit material that was found to be better suited for other chapters with my editing-eyes on. :’) If you would like to be added to the taglist that is currently just specific for Sorry, Wrong Comms!, (I may start a taglist for all Star Wars related fanfiction projects that will be marked accordingly with #frostfics in the near future if there is interest) don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or a comment loves. 🩷

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Xalto took the time to enjoy the clear blue skies and warm breeze outside of Kiru City. She enjoyed the warmth, the quietness and peace, she took it as a good time to try and practice more on her powers.

Raznus, her childhood friend believed she was getting stronger and that maybe one day, she would help so many creatures.

She'd like that thought, she has wanted to continue to help creatures in her own way since she was no longer a Midwife, but she didn't let that stop her.

And so, she took a deep breath and focus on her power as she felt an orb being created, a water orb formed and droplets flows around her and in the air... Perhaps.. she was not to far from getting stronger like she thought.. time will tell...

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Happy Birthday to my bestest friend, @GoreFolk !!

I wish you the best today! I know that it's been the busiest for you with the holidays, trust me I'm dealing with it too, but hopefully things calm down soon. :hugs:

Don't feel bad for the radio silence or apologize for not talking much as you use to, work is hard and it's hard to find the time, I hope that you find time when you can. :)

But I want you to know that you continue to inspire me and make me challenge myself with my art and come up with new ideas. Reading your stories and RP messages has helped me when things get tough and I thank you for that. Really I do! 😊❤️💖💕💝💕

I wish you a Happy Birthday and I hope you like the gift, I'm so happy to draw Xalto, she's so cute and I had way too much fun drawing her! And I wanted to draw water with her and I love how it came out!! X3

Enjoy and Happy Birthday!!! <3

Art(c)Mine

Xalto(c) @gorefolk

Chaotic(c)Merlin P. Mann & Martin Rauff

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Cat & Mouse

Birthday Bash Prompt 5 - Bodyguard AU

It was the weekend and Haru was having breakfast.

'So.' began her mother from the other end of the long table 'Any plans for today?'

Haru looked at her, slowly chewing her toast. If she hadn't been eating a smirk would have appeared upon her face. Her plan for today was like every other weekend. Escape. Her mother could clearly see the glint in her eye even if Haru kept her facial features fairly neutral. Naoko let out a groan.

'Haru for once could you please not cause a commotion. You know full well that they are here for your own protection.' she pleaded.

Haru swallowed down a growl along with her toast.

'I don't see why I need a bodyguard. It's not like I'm the one who is famous. Besides I hardly stand out. I swear having a big lug following me around is far more conspicuous than being out on my own.' she grumbled.

Haru's father was a retired famous baseball player and her mother was high up in the quilting community which meant she was often called upon to appear on the radio or television. Although she had grown up in a rather luxurious childhood Haru wasn't precocious and she dreamed about having a normal teenage life. She longed to be able to walk to school rather than being dropped off by a chauffeur, to have sleepovers at her best friend Hiromi's house or to be able to go out shopping with the girls without the awkwardness of being tailed all over in the name of her own safety. Haru was pretty certain that no-one would have a clue as to who her famous parents were.

'I thought the last one quit anyway.' murmured Haru.

'She did.' sighed her mother running a frustrated hand through her hair causing it to stand up at a funny angle.

Haru didn't even try to hide the triumphant smile that played on her lips. She now had it down to a fine art of how to get rid of an unwanted bodyguard.

'You may think this is funny young lady but that's been three bodyguards in four months you have run off.' growled Naoko.

'The latest was a new record.' grinned Haru.

Her mother gave her a hard stare.

'So does that mean I don't currently have a bodyguard?' Haru asked hopefully.

'I'm afraid not.' responded her mother 'We just appointed you a new one. He has very good references and we doubt you'll be able to give him the slip.'

Haru loved a challenge. Her mother was always confident at the beginning but Haru was too good at disappearing from her bodyguard's care causing them to resign for failing in their duties towards her.

'Muta if you would like to come in.' called Naoko.

The door opened and the largest man Haru had ever seen walked in. He certainly looked the part of a classic bodyguard. There was no way that anyone would try messing with him. Well apart from Haru who wasn't just anyone.

'This is Haru, my daughter.' continued her mother 'She will be under your care whenever she it outside of the house.'

Muta nodded before turning to look at Haru.

'All right Chicky.' he murmured.

Haru blinked. She was no expecting such an informal greeting. The previous ones had always insisted on called her Little Miss or something similar which she detested. Naoko chuckled seeing her daughter speechless but believing it was due to the fact they had finally employed someone who could outmatch her.

'Haru don't be rude.' she chided.

'Oh, sorry. Hello Muta.' she responded automatically.

'So what did you want to do today?' asked Naoko sipping her tea.

'Oh I just wanted to go to the Crossroads.' she replied innocently.

Her mother had no idea that this was Haru's favourite stage for losing her shadow.

'That sounds like a lovely idea. It's a pleasant day for a walk.' she nodded 'You can show Muta around. Won't that be fun?'

'Oh yes, lots of fun.' replied Haru as the giant quietly stood by.

This would be a piece of cake. She would lure him into a false sense of security and then make a break for it.

'I'll just get ready and then we can go. Okay?' she said looking at Muta.

He nodded his response.

Half an hour later they were wandering through the Crossroads. Being Saturday it was quite busy with people. The shops and cafes attracting locals and tourists to the area. They had been walking for quite some time and Haru was certain that her large shadow was looking tired.

'Hey why don't we take a break here.' she said as they approached her favourite cafe.

He nodded again. 

'You don't say much.' murmured Haru.

'My job is to watch and protect you.' he replied 'I'm sure you are fed up with those who have just kept telling you what to do.'

Haru faltered.

'Well yeah but a bit of conversation wouldn't hurt.' she responded.

'Sure thing kid.' he grinned as he guided her to one of the outside tables.

'Thanks.' she replied as she sat down and looked at the menu.

She didn't really need to read it as the cafe was a popular haunt for herself and Hiromi over the years which meant she pretty much knew the menu off by heart.

'They do a really good angel food cake here.' Haru informed Muta.

She watched as his eyes lit up.

'I'll have a piece of cake and a cup of tea please.' she continued as she held up the credit card her mother had given her 'You can order whatever you want.'

'Okay Chicky.' he replied taking the card and walked towards the cafe entrance to order.

As he reached the door he turned to look at her. Haru waved trying to look as innocent as possible. As soon as Muta had disappeared inside Haru pushed back her chair and began to move away slowly before breaking into a run. The Crossroads were such a perfect place to lose a bodyguard. The labyrinth of alleyways meant that even if they chased her, Haru could usually disappear while they ended up lost and unsure how to get back to the start. Haru ran around a corner and into a wall. She bounced backwards and landed on her backside. She looked up in surprise as Muta loomed over her. How was it possible that a man of this size could catch her?

'How are you so fast?' she blurted out.

'I was a cat in my past life.' he grinned offering her a hand 'Sorry kid but you won't be outfoxing me.'

Haru stared at him. He was different from all the other bodyguards she had experienced and for once she could actually see herself being on friendly terms with him. She still didn't like the idea of a bodyguard  but if it was Muta she got the feeling it wouldn't be so bad.

'Okay you win.' she sighed good naturedly as he pulled her up.

'That's good to hear.' he replied with a smile 'Now come on kid let's go and see if that cake is as good as you made out.'

[jinkoh]

happy birthday

kihyun x gn reader

summary: it's your birthday so of course your boyfriend will take you on a birthday date~

Tags: established relationship, fluff, sfw

word count: ~1k

a/n: it's @blizzardfluffykpop's birthday, so I wanted to write a little something~

Kate, I wish you the happiest of birthdays and I hope you get to spend it nicely 🎂 thank you for sticking around and being my friend hehe~ i love you a lot ❤️

as you know this is my first time writing for kiki but hopefully you'll still have a good time reading this (whenever you get to it ofc--don't stress yourself) 🥰

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“Are you ready to go?” Kihyun asked, poking his head into your bedroom.

You startled since you hadn’t heard him come in at all—you’d been too occupied with trying to figure out what to wear. Kihyun had asked you if he’d be allowed to take you on a little surprise trip for your birthday but he’d insisted on keeping all the details secret. 

With a small pout you turned around to him. “You tell me,” you replied, gesturing to yourself. “Is it appropriate?”

He made a show of looking you over, even taking your hand and making you spin around once before leaving a little peck on your cheek. “It’s perfect. Let’s go?”

You nodded and grabbed your phone and keys before you followed him out of your flat.

“I can’t believe you’re really not telling me what we’re going to do today,” you mumbled, but Kihyun just grinned, holding out his hand for you to take as you made your way downstairs.

“Isn’t it more fun this way?”

You shook your head with a fond chuckle but took his hand anyway, intertwining your fingers with his. 

Expecting to see his car parked in front of your apartment building, but the familiar silver vehicle was nowhere to be found. Kihyun seemed to have noticed your searching glances because he chuckled  and pulled you along further down the street.

“I didn’t come with my car today.”

“So we’re walking?”

“Wait and see.”

The both of you turned a corner and you immediately stopped in your tracks.

“Ki.”

“Mhm?”

“Ki, what’s that?”

“A Dodge ‘73 Challenger?”

You stared at the pale yellow car parked neatly at the side of the road. Of course you knew what kind of car it was—after all it was one of your favorites. What you didn’t understand was what it was doing here. It seemed a bit too much of a coincidence for it to be parked this close to your apartment on the day your boyfriend had prepared a birthday surprise for you.

“No, I mean—why?”

He chuckled at your reaction, squeezing your hand briefly as he walked you over to the vehicle. “It’s our ride for today.”

“You—you didn’t buy it, did you?”

“No, no, sorry to disappoint, it’s just rented for today.”

You didn’t feel disappointed at all though. Flabbergasted you let him lead you to the car, still unable to take your eyes off it. 

“But you know it’s manual, right? Are you even able to drive it?”

Kihyun opened the passenger door for you, not very impressed by your interjection. 

“How do you think I got here? I practiced for today. Though,” he briefly cocked his head to the side, “it’s still a little bumpy at times. But I swear I’m a safe driver.”

“I take your word for this, wouldn’t want this to be my last birthday.”

Kihyun laughed, little creases forming by his eyes. He waited for you to get into the car and then leaned in too, buckling up the seat belt for you.

“I could have done that myself.”

“Mhm, I know,” he replied, looking at you from where he was still leaning in awfully close, leaving your heart racing. “But today I’m taking care of you. It’s your birthday after all.”

He left a peck on your cheek before  straightening up and closing the door and rounding the car to get in too.

“I would tell you to put on some music—but I’m afraid we’ll have to make do with radio today,” he said with a smile, nodding towards the old car’s dashboard that was obviously missing any kind of CD drive or aux cord. “Or you’ll have to listen to my talking.”

“I think I can endure,” you replied with a chuckle, still unable to quite believe that he’d gone through the trouble of renting this car for today.

He started the motor and it admittedly spluttered a bit before he got the car to go, but soon enough you were on the road, windows rolled down to enjoy the warm summer air breeze. 

“So, where are we going?” 

“What, do you already want to get out again? Am I such a bad driver?”

“Nooo, don’t twist my words.”

“It’ll be a bit, so feel free to enjoy the wind in your face a little longer.”

“Mhm.”

You closed your eyes, leaning your head to the side and letting the wind mess with your hair. It felt nice and you couldn’t help thinking how happy you were feeling. Kihyun was busy a lot so having peaceful moments like this was something you treasured a lot. 

Eventually, Kihyun turned into a small parking lot by a lakeside and stopped the car. 

“We’re there.”

“Here?”You asked, looking around.

The place felt a bit in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by trees and nature and the huge lake stretching out in front of you.

“Here. But you’ll have to wait just a little bit, I’ll be right back!”

Curiously you watched as he got out of his seat and fetched some things from the trunk. He disappeared up a tiny hill and showed up between the trees again around ten minutes later.

Before you could, he’d already opened the door for you, holding out his hand to help you out.

“Let’s go?” 

You couldn’t help but shake your head at his overly chivalrous behavior but maybe it also made your heart flutter a little bit.

“What are we doing here?” You asked as you walked the same path he’d taken before, fingers tightly intertwined. 

“Celebrating your birthday. Since we don’t get a lot of time alone with just the two of us, I thought maybe this would be nice?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, squeezing his hand a little. “It’s nice.”

Soon, you spotted a wooden picnic table on a small clearing that had a breathtaking view over the lake.

Kihyun had decorated the table with a checkered cloth and fairy lights and laid out pillows on the benches to sit on. But the main focus was the cake, a strawberry cheesecake he’d carefully stuck little candles into.

“Happy Birthday, my dear,” he whispered close to your ear. “I hope you like it.”

You nodded, your heart filled with warmth. “I do, I really do.”

The two of you sat down and Kihyun let you blow out the candles and make a wish, before you happily munched on the cake and enjoyed the pretty view.

“So, when do you have to bring the car back?”

Kihyun met your question with a grin. “Tomorrow. If you want to, we can drive all night.”

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[therk900]

🫧February TC Challenge (Day 1-29)🫧

1. Do you have more platonic or romantic feelings for them? Romantic feelings tbh

2. Have they ever physically touched you? Yes. A has lots of times, mainly through high fives or "accidental" knee touching! I have touched S's shoulder once. M and i have knocked hands a few times

3. Would you ever plan to pursue them when you graduate? (And when you’re legal) Maybe! Haven't completely decided yet

4. Do you know their birthday/zodiac sign? I know what zodiac sign S is since i know his birthday

5. Do you know their favourite colour? Nope

6. What do they teach? B taught English, M and S teaches science. S also teaches Italian.

7. Do you think you’re their favourite student? I have no clue. Hopefully i am!

8. Are they tall, short, or average height? S is tall. And i mean VERY tall. B is average...man height?? A is 5'11" and M is just a bit shorter than S. I think N is around the same height as M, maybe a cm taller

9. Do they have any pets? B did have a cat once, but it had to be put down when B was 16. M also had a couple pets

10. Do you ever plan to confess your feelings to them? (Careful with this one, they could possibly lose their job or get you in trouble) I don't know, maybe not. i don't want them to lose their jobs. maybe after i leave if i keep in touch with them

11. Do you know any of their talents? S is good at netball if that counts as a talent. N knows how to play the guitar and A knows how to play an instrument (i forget which one 😬)!

12. How often do you think of them? Most of the time

13. Have you told anybody irl about your crush? Yes. I have told my friend. She is the only one that knows

14. Be honest: Do you think you're in love? Happy Valentines Day everyone! To be completely honest, maybe! There are so many things that i've done with all of them that have stuck with me and still make me happy!

15. Do they motivate you to come to school? They motivate me all the time

16. Have you ever seen them cry? I haven’t, no

17. What kind of dynamic do you guys have? M is so fucking nice and caring towards me! He just treats me more differently then other students! A said to my mum personally that I’m his favourite student! He is fun to be around! S likes to joke around with me all the time, and we have this special bond and also treats me differently than other students! B used to be so caring towards me! N is like S!

18. Have they ever caught you staring? I'm pretty sure on multiple occasions

19. What was the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in front of them? (All of us have done some pretty embarrassing stuff, let’s be honest.) Falling in front of S multiple times (haha, i'm so clumsy) and crying in front of B 

20. Do they make you feel safe/loved? Yes

21. Have they ever rendered you speechless? Multiple times. It is a bit embarrassing when it happens. They help me to get my words out which is good

22. Are they a good teacher? They are amazing! Other students think so as well

23. Is there something they do that gives you the ick? No

24. Are you guys close? Well, kind of. With M, N and S, we are very close! A and i are quite close as well! B and i were close, but not as close as the rest.

25. Have you ever looked for their initial in those stupid TikToks that eight year olds make? I have a couple times. I just do it for fun

26. Have you ever dreamed about them? Plenty of times! I love each and ever one of them

27. Do you see yourself in a relationship with them? Kind of

28. Have you ever cried in front of them? I have cried in front of B and N once. S saw me just after I have cried which was embarrassing. M has seen me nearly cry. i was so close to crying in front of him, but i didn't.

29. How often do you speak to him/her? All the time 

[themuse-if]

20 (or so) Questions with Eve Thompson

Let's get to know this incoming freshman class' jack of all trades! Hopefully we'll find out if those rumors are really true or if they're actually the master of none.

Interviewer: Hey Everly/Everette, thanks for coming in for a more in depth conversation. Let's start simple. What's your birthday?

Eve: June 5th. Summer vibes, you know?

Interviewer: Absolutely. Any nicknames you go by?

Eve: Just Everly/Everette. Keeps it straightforward, and I think it suits me. I definitely don't think I need a stage name.

Interviewer: Good to know. What are some of your good traits?

Eve: Versatility is a key trait – singing, dancing, and acting I want to be seen as an overall performer who can do it all. I'm adaptable, always ready to tackle different roles, and I relentlessly pursue excellence in everything I do.

Interviewer: Impressive qualities. How about challenging traits?

Eve: I can get quite competitive, especially in the performing arts world. It's tough out there, and standing out becomes a necessity.

Interviewer: Understandable. Hobbies outside of the performing arts?

Eve: I know this is completely coming out of left field, but I actually really enjoy knitting. I learned from my Grandma. I would go visit her a lot on the weekends, and we would watch whatever was on the turner classics channel, and she would teach me to knit. It sounds really corny, but I really cherish those memories.

Interviewer: That is just about the sweetest thing I've heard all day. What’s your greatest strength?

Eve: Adaptability. Whether it's seamlessly switching between roles on stage or navigating a new environment like New York, I thrive in ever-changing landscapes.

Interviewer: Admirable. And your biggest weakness?

Eve: Maybe the pressure to stand out. In a city filled with extraordinary talent, it's a constant challenge to distinguish oneself and leave a lasting impact.

Interviewer: It's a competitive world indeed. Describe yourself in one word.

Eve: Ambitious.

Interviewer: And how do you think others see you in one word?

Eve: Talented.

Interviewer: Let's explore fears a bit. What’s your greatest fear?

Eve: Fading into the background, becoming just another face in the crowd. I aim for impact and recognition.

Interviewer: Understandable. Top priorities at this point in your life?

Eve: Navigating the competitive world of performing arts in New York, honing my skills, and making friends as well as connections throughout my time in university.

Interviewer: Big dreams indeed. Tell me about your family.

Eve: Pretty ordinary – supportive parents, two younger siblings, the twins Aiden and Amber. They've always encouraged my passion for the arts, and their support means the world to me.

Interviewer: Admirable. Future goals – what's on your agenda?

Eve: The EGOT I mean an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and a Tony that really is the pinnacle. Beyond that, I want to continue evolving as a performer. Leaving a lasting impact on the world of entertainment is the ultimate goal.

Interviewer: Ambitious and inspiring. How would you spend a rainy day?

Eve: Exploring cozy cafes, maybe catching up on theater shows or films.

Interviewer: Favorite book?

Eve: "The Midnight Library" by Matt Haig. I'm honestly not sure if it's my favorite book but I did really enjoy it. It has a really unique concept that I've never encountered before, and I find that really refreshing.

Interviewer: Great choice. And your favorite movie?

Eve: Hmm just one movie, I can't play favorites when it comes to movies. I'll just pick a random one that I like, so "Chicago." It's one of the best from Broadway to film adaptions! You have a super talented all-star cast and an already amazing score to work with and it's just perfection.

Interviewer: Lovely. Any dark secrets?

Eve: No dark secrets here. I mean not really...I have been feeling kind of off lately maybe a bit insecure. Who wouldn't though?! I was a big fish in a small pond, but the pond has turned into an ocean, so I don't feel that big anymore. *nervous laugh*

Interviewer: I completely understand, and I'm sure you'll adapt. Ok, lets switch gears, What's your best physical feature?

Eve: Mmm, I thing I have really good bone structure. My face is just pretty symmetrical.

Interviewer: Indeed it is. What about your least favorite?

Eve: My ears I feel like they stick out to much. Which is why my hair is always at least long enough to cover them.

Interviewer: I see. Lastly, how would you describe being in love?

Eve: I don't know. I think that, well I hope that it's like just finding a new best friend. Someone who I can let see all my little quirks. Someone who gets my silly sense of humor. I think that I really struggle with being 100% my authentic self. When I find someone who lets me be completely me, then I'll know that it's love.

Interviewer: *gets starry eyed* Beautifully expressed, Everly/Everette. Thanks for sharing with me. Excited to witness your journey at NYU and beyond!

[beehiveofblorbos]

happy birthday Kokichi! i took my crack at drawing him XD hopefully ill have done him justice

for what would be his 24th birthday, im gonna take some of my top kokichi quotes and break down why i love them so much and how they illustrate his best character traits and moments. Quotes will be above cut, explanation will be under cut, numbers will line up

1. “It's funny... Is your common sense really so similar to everyone else's common sense? Is what you believe to be right based on your common sense also right for everyone else?” To Kaede, at the end of their second Free Time Event.

2. "As soon as that thought entered your head, Monokuma had you right where he wanted. Because what mattered most to Monokuma is that the killing game started. Regardless of your reasons, the moment you felt the urge to kill, you had already lost. You agreed to be part of this killing game when you allowed murder to fill your heart." To Kaede, at the end of trial 1, after the vote and before the execution.

3. “If you keep saying all this uplifting stuff about working together and cooperating... ...then you can expect to receive some painful retaliation. Get it?" Ch2, during group discussion

4. "But I like playing on Mean difficulty. Also, I don't run from battles in RPGs, either! I wanna win this killing game! So I'm not gonna run from it, I'm gonna crush it! That'll be waaaay less boring, don'tcha think?" Ch2, another group discussion (iirc)

5. “If you’re planning to expose a liar, you have to corner them psychologically… only then will they reveal their true self as a liar, hiding beneath a layer of deceit!” Ch2 and ch4 trial, during the debate

okok honestly originally I was intending to do 24, but I am so tired and also really pushing it on time. I will reblog this later with additions till I get to 24, though, so stay tuned! Hope to finish by end of month

1. As y’all know, I really love Oumatsu whether it be romantic or platonic. They’re both leader figures, both willing to go to morally grey measures, both focused on directly confronting the mastermind and the killing game, both stubborn liars, both self-sacrificing till their self-sacrificial end. Across all my pondering about Kokichi’s plans and plots, I’ve never come to any conclusions suggesting that he’d been planning to take any significant action in ch1. I think that was the closest time he was to “cooperating” with the group. I think he really did want to survive with everyone else, just as she did. He is fully aware that very few to none agree with his common sense. But with his awareness of what other people’s common sense looks like (and the jokes + teasing comments he makes sounding people out)

2. This is the moment I started to sit up and pay attention to Kokichi. Kaede is prone to assumptions and charging ahead with what she thinks is best for the group. Once again, she’s charged ahead on her own, and this time the mistake was fatal. Still, even as he criticizes her (noting that she fell into Monokuma’s trap the minute she decided to kill, and Kaede takes this in stride), he offers her the highest compliment he seems to give (the one he wants to receive as well when his death approaches) - that she wasn’t boring. Not only that, he displays his own insight. Instead of only focusing on the tragedy before him, he looks ahead to the larger picture. He focused on the collective enemy, Monokuma, and how this case impacts the class’s position.

3. Again, he’s looking at the big picture. Up until this point, he tries to make suggestions to the group about how to act. However, this also doubles as a clear warning. He’s learned from paying attention to Monokuma’s actions in ch1, and he learns fast. He takes this killing game so seriously!!!

4. Kokichi is someone who looks for the most complete and thorough victory possible, to ensure he’s fully handled the situation. He also enjoys challenges and games; so of course he’d have fun creating small little rules for himself to keep things interesting. Applying this mindset to the killing game to remain flexible and openminded, while reducing fear, is an admirable moment of self manipulation and encouragement as well. And I’ll talk more about his definition of “winning” later.

5. For one, it’s a bookend quote! He says it both in this trial and the last trial he’s alive during. Secondly, it’s a clever tactic, especially for V3 where frankly? The evidence isn’t always enough to concretely convict a culprit. Kokichi has a fantastic sense for people, and his strategy of sounding someone out by provoking and annoying them repeatedly is really intriguing and endearing to me.