#I did see like one or 2 other plushies but they were so ragged I couldn't justify buying em

[plushie-lovey]

Went to a flea market yesterday hoping to come home with a bunch of plushies. Found one (1) zodiac beanie babie rat that looks like the embodiment of an acid trip (I mean that in the best way possible)

[red-balloon12]

My actual thoughts on TADC Ep.2

(Spoilers below)

1. This was a cool episode! I like how it explored the whole thing with NPC’s and them just being there to defeat. I felt bad for Gummigoo. Him not having memories and stuff. It’s no wonder why him and Pomni connected so quickly……oh god there’s going to be a lot of “fanservice” fan art of him (and him with Pomni), isn’t there…HOOOO GOD- But I admittedly didn’t feel as attached to Gummigoo as a lot of the other fans. Not that Gummigoo was a bad character, but I knew he wasn’t going to last as a permanent character so I guess that’s why him getting poofed by Caine didn’t affect me as much (and why I’m not mad at Caine as much. And I guess I’m also just…very biased against GummiJester as a JesterDoll truther….I’m so sorry-)

2. Caine was a lot more pushy in this episode. Before he made the activities seem optional (though the activities themselves had a way of finding and including Zooble against their will). Bro really wants to impress and entertain the crew.

3. I don’t like how sidelined Ragatha was in this episode (I really just want her to go Buck wild and kill Jax-) But she also seems to REALLY want Pomni to like her. And I think it’s because she empathizes with Pomni. According to Kinger, Ragatha had a hard time adjusting to the circus so maybe Rags doesn’t want the same for Pomni. So she tries to make her feel welcomed (even though it was counter productive) I honestly felt bad for Ragatha when Pomni showed up with Gummigoo.

I’m glad they didn’t show her getting jealous but I can imagine Ragatha feeling dejected because she tried so hard to befriend Pomni only for Pomni to make fast friends with someone else. But I’m not totally giving up hope. Also a lot of people were righ about Rags being the type of person to bottle things up. That toxic positivity is bound to run out at some point. (I can’t wait to see her snap).

4. I really liked how Pomni was in this episode. Her stepping up a little to help Gummigoo, the facial expressions and stuff. As much as I love Ragatha, she DID come off as a bit patronizing which I’m glad Pomni called her out for it. Her friendship with Gummigoo was also really heart warming and I did kinda feel it when Caine made Gummigoo just disappear like he did. Also Pomni is canonically stretchy and she has chompers. Very cute. I also find it very interesting that this is the second time Pomni was separated from the group and missed out on the majority of the adventure. Maybe this will change as time goes on and Pomni gets more comfortable with the activities, I hope.

5. I also really liked Kinger in this episode. The writers seemed to shift his personality a little, making him more wiser. He also seems to have good memory when it counts. I appreciate he also tried to help Pomni. Emphasis on the “try”. I love him. He’s just doing his best. Also his plushie is SO FUCKING CUTE OMG!

6. I don’t have much to say about Gangle except LET THIS WOMAN BE HAPPY PLEASE! PLEASE JUST LET HER HAVE HER HAPPY MASK! Also let Gangle also go wild on Jax. She deserves it.

7. I liked the princess. She looked cute! Also you can’t tell me Ragatha has a small crush on her. (A little side tangent: BunnyDoll/Ragatha x Kinger shippers confuse the hell out of me. You’re going to look at Ragatha, someone that’s based off of Raggedy Anne who’s ALSO SAPHHIC AF, and tell me that she’s into men? I don’t fucking think so-) I honestly thought the princess was going to turn out to be an evil tyrant that was going to manipulate Ragatha to accomplish some goal…idk where I got that from-

8. (Probably the one you’ve been waiting for) Jax. My opinions on Jax hasn’t changed all that much. I’m still don’t like him. But damn did they turn up the “asshole” meter on this guy. I mean…I expected it since Gooseworks said he was going to get worse, but I didn’t think it would happen so fast. I also am starting to understand the sentiment if not wanting a particular character to have development/redemption. I don’t want an excuse to actually like this dude. I want him to get worse actually. (That or he severely gets chewed out by the others…mainly Ragatha or Pomni. That’s like…the only way I can remotely start to like him.)

But I’d be remiss to ignore that one scene before the funeral. He obviously cares for the others but puts on a front for….some fucking reason. It does make me wonder if it’s out of concern or maybe…guilt? I’ve heard a theory that Jax played a part in why Kaufmo got abstracted. Idk how true that theory is but I wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. It would also explain him not going to the funeral despite feeling bad. (I wanna point out how funny it is that everyone thought that one screenshot of Jax sitting was going to be an angst moment. But no, it was just him being mad there was no bloodshed lol) But yeah, I’d still like for this due to get punted, please.

9. The ending. Zooble surprised me a little. I thought they were going to be the actual angsty character with a soft side and I was kinda right but I was surprised with how considerate they were putting together Kaufmo’s funeral. It made me appreciate them a little more. And I like there wasn’t a gag where no one had anything to say because they all didn’t care about Kaufmo. They all really do miss him and I think that’s heartwarming. And the ending that parallels the beginning where Pomni is falling only to be caught by everyone (except Jax lol) was the nail in the coffin. Pomni finally realizing she still has friends despite loosing Gummigoo. It’s why I’m not giving up on her friendship with Rags. I still believe they’re going to bond the most. Especially now knowing they both had similar experiences when they first came to the circus.

10. Can we take a moment to appreciate the animation? It just seems more crisp than the pilot which I didn’t even think was possible since that animation already looked clean af. Literal eye candy. (Pun intended)

Overall, I’m very interested and exited to see more. 8/10 episode. (Also F’s in the chat for CainexPomni/Caine fans. Yes this includes me.)

[shadysadie]

I was looking at Hunter’s bedroom the other day and made some observations One of the things TOH excels in is subtle background story telling, I mean, this is the show that gave us then entire backstory of Caleb and Philip in half obscured paintings. So every time a character’s bedroom is shown, I make sure to really look at it to see what it says about the character, and Hunter’s honestly surprises me a lot because it says a lot about him, but not necessarily things I expected.

First lets look at the things I did expect: a pile of books, newspaper clippings on the wall, the Emperor’s Coven diploma prominently displayed above the bed. This reinforces things we’ve already learned about Hunter at this point: he is bookish, well educated, and very proud of his position as Golden Guard. This all makes perfect sense to be in his room.

The general clutter is a bit surprising because I would have expected a more militaristically tidy room, but instead we have overstuffed drawers and things just thrown about, an unmade made bed, what appears to be a first-aid kit left open, which is a nice indicator that Hunter is not as well put together as he appears to be.

But then we have the first unexpected find, several toys including a Belos doll/action figure. Now in fairness this could be an idol seeing that Hunter more or less worships Belos at this point, and it is placed highest on the shelf, indicating a place of great honor, but given that it is in such close proximity to the giraffe doll and Big City Greens reference, it kind of implies that they all serve a similar purpose.

We don’t know exactly what age Hunter was created at, but given Belos makes a comment about thinking he would “last longer than the others” I’m guessing he’s already reached what is around the typical life span for a Golden Guard. 

Now we don’t exactly how long each Golden Guard lasts but we can figure out an average. 

Given that one of the ingredients is Bone of Ortet, and there are 206 bones in the adult human body, that means Belos could make a max of 206 grimwalkers if he used every single bone. All that appears to be left of Caleb’s body is part of his ribcage and a section of spine, it looks like 8 ribs and maybe 12 vertebrae. That makes 20 remaining bones, plus the one unfinished grimwalker makes it 21. 206-21=185 possible Grimwalkers including Hunter. Lets say Belos has consistently been making Golden Guards for the past 360 or so years, that means on average, each Grimwalker lasted about 2 years. (Holy shit, that’s brutal.) No wonder he stopped giving them individual names and just started calling them all Hunter.

Now I’m sure there were some who lasted longer, and some who lasted shorter, but given what we know about our Hunter, 2 years seems to be a good guess for his age. That means he was “born” at 14, the same age Luz is at the start of the series.

At some point during his very brief childhood, (because yes, fourteen-year-olds, y'all are still children) Hunter actually was given a chance to play with, (or at the very least collect a handful of) toys. That is not something I would have expected, but it is kind of nice. Also, along with the action figures he has a Sprig plushie under his pillow. I know out of Canon that plushie was put there because they had to fill their Amphibia reference quota for this season, but in Canon this means Hunter sleeps with a stuffed animal. And the location of it right under his pillow implies that it is really important to him, I'm willing to bet this is a comfort stuffy and before Flapjack, it was probably the only source of comfort he had. Personally, I’m glad that poor boy had SOMETHING to cuddle up with, titan, he deserves that much at least.

Then we have the pillow itself, like a lot of other things in this room (including the occupant) this pillow is beaten up and ragged. Particularly, compared to the Sprig plush which was probably only owned by our Hunter, given the fact we know he is the youngest Golden Guard (Belos probably gradually started making them younger and younger in the hopes of making them easier to manipulate). The rest of the bed looks like it was probably used for decades. So Hunter sleeps on the same lumpy, tattered pillow that all of his murdered predecessors slept on. And given the fact we know Hunter and Darius (who was mentored by the last Golden Guard) value sewing as an important life skill, y'all know these poor boys are repairing it themselves. #give hunter a new pillow 2023

Finally we have the darkest fucking twist: Hunter is in possession of Philip's Caleb Killing Knife. That is nearly as dark as having Hunter track down the ingredients for his own replacement. Belos at one point made the active decision to give this child-clone of his dead brother the knife he used to kill the original. There is absolutely no reason to do that other than as a twisted inside joke. Belos, you are one sick fuck.

[nylon-glowstix]

When in Rome pt: 1

This is a piece of fanmade literature. The story is not canon. Some of the characters are not canon. And a lot of the personalities of canon characters are headcanon (e.g, AJ having separation anxiety)

Warning: this covers some heavy topics such as mental instability, death of a loved one, child neglect, alcohol abuse, and sensory overload.

"If yer gonna live in this house, we gotta settle some ground rules. Number 1: ya gotta work, ya can't just stay here and not do anything. Number 2: if ya make a mess, clean it. And number 3: respect other ponies privacy, we don't want you snooping around nowhere. Ya got all that?" "Uh..AJ?" "Huh?" "Ya know he's still a foal, right?" Applebloom pointed to the light green and red spotted colt, with hair so puffy it almost covered his eyes, sitting in a highchair, making a mess of some applesauce they had given him for dinner. This colt was Roman Apple, a close cousin to the apple family, that had been dropped off abruptly at their doorstep just a few hours ago. "Listen, what else am I supposed to do? I don't know how to talk to foals! Let alone one that I've only seen about two times! I mean look at how big he's gotten, I'm sure he could do something...I think." Applebloom rolled he eyes, unamused at her sister's hopefully bad attempt at a joke. Roman giggled to himself as he still played with applesauce, making a big mess on his face and forehooves. Big Mac sighed as he got up from the dining room table, and grabbed a rag near the sink, and wiped Roman's face and hooves with it. "Alright you've had enough. Time to put ya to bed." Big Mac picked up the foal, and held him tightly to his chest with one hoof as he walked upstairs. Applejack looked down at her now empty plate, thinking about the situation they are now in. Roman was way under the age limit she could handle, it would be even harder because of how uneducated he is, he's 1 years old and doesn't know a single word yet, not even the simple ones like mama, yes, or no. He pretty much has the intelligence of a 6 month old, all because of his mother's negligence. That's the reason he's here in the first place, isn't it?

His mom Jonagold, never really paid attention to him like she paid attention to the bottom of a bottle. She frequently got in trouble with the law due to this, and it's pretty obvious they were taking any bullshit this time. According to the officer that dropped Roman off, his mother suggested that he stay with Applejack's family due to AJ being a member of the mane 6. "She figured it would be the safest option." She remembered the officer saying. Applejack's thoughts were interrupted by a chair grating against the wooden floor, snapping her back to reality. Applebloom trotted across the kitchen to put her plate in the sink. "It's yer turn to wash the dishes tonight. I'm heading upstairs. G'night, love ya!" "Uh yeah, love ya too." Applebloom left the kitchen and headed towards the stairs, as AJ started on the dishes.

Once the dishes were done, she figured she might as well go to bed too. After all, it's going to be a big day tomorrow, now that Roman's here. As she trotted up the steps all she could think about was just forgetting about this for 8 hours while she slept and sinking into her soft be-......"oh you gotta be kiddin' me..." As she opens her door, she sees a crib in the corner of her room, accompanied by a sleeping Roman with a pacifier in his mouth, and hugging a small possum plushie.

Applejack marches to her brother's room and knocks on the door. "What?" AJ opens the door with a grumpy look on her face. "What the hell man!? I thought he was sleeping in yer room!" "Who said that?" AJ was about to open her mouth but she did agree, no one told her that was going to happen. "Well...uh..it makes sense! You know a lot about kids!" "But I'm a heavy sleeper. If he cries, I won't be able to hear him." "Oh c'mon, it can't be that bad!" "Oh really? Remember that one time I cleared an entire acre in my sleep?" AJ remembers that night vividly, thinking she was about to live her childhood dream, only for it to be her brother, bumbling around the homestead sleep walking. "Ugh! Why ya always gotta be right!?" Big Mac sighed. "Look, if you don't wanna sleep in the same room as him, you can sleep on the couch. Otherwise, shut yer trap and go to bed." Big Mac turns over in his bed, pulling the blankets over him and turning off his lamp. Applejack shuts the door and walks back to her room, closing her door behind her. "ShUt yA tRaP aNd gA tA bEd." Aj mocks her brother in a childish manor. She takes her hat off and climbs into bed, putting her blankets over her.

As the minutes pass by, the silence of the night all around her, all she can think of is the memories of when she was little, in the same crib Roman is in, she can think of the nights she would hate being in that crib because she wasn't with her parents. She was a runt, so everything felt so big to her at that time, so scary. It all comes down to her hatred of being by herself, that feeling of being constantly reminded that she lost the one thing that made her feel like she was never alone, or the feeling that someone else is going to leave her again. Especially with Granny now being in the nursing home for elderly ponies, since it was becoming increasingly harder to take care of her and the farm at the same time.

Applejack started to feel tears swell up in her eyes but fought them back as hard as she could. She took a deep breath, clothes her eyes, and just tried to get some rest. She already wasted an hour on midnight thoughts and just needed to go to sleep. Thank Celestia tomorrow is Sunday.

The later hours of the night began to roll around as applejack lay asleep in her bed. As she sleeps she begins to hear a noise, at first it's quiet, just a tiny squeak almost. But then it begins to sound like... whining. Her ear flicks. The sound begins to get louder, to a point where it's unignorable, and-.....uh oh.

The sounds of a screaming cry rang throughout Applejack's room, startling her awake. She falls out of her bed trying to hurry out of it and ends up falling on her maw. She holds her mouth shut so she doesn't scream from the fall. She finds the source of the cries. Romans crib. She hurries over and tries to calm the colt down by patting his back with her hoof, but to her dismay, it doesn't work. Maybe his diaper is dirty? She picks up the foal and checks. Nope. Maybe the pacifier will help? When she tries to put the pacifier in his mouth, he pushes it away. "Shit shit shit shit shit...." She begins to curse under her breath as she starts to panic. The sound of Romans cries begin to pirce her ears like a ring noise. She can feel her head pound, and she began to feel more heated than usual. "Why ain't none of this working!?" She starts to feel tears run down her face, as her ears plaster against her head. She can't help but feel like shes doing everything wrong, like shes off by one thing, but that one thing turns to five, and then that thing turns to ten. She just wants this to end. Why can't someone else deal with this? Why was she the only one who had to do this? Why couldn't her parents be alive to help her out. "Parents..... Pa." She remembered something her dad would do to help her when she was little, it was some sort of song. "Uh, how did it go again?" Applejack tried to remember, it took a few seconds but when the words started coming to her, she took a deep breath, sat her back up against the crib, and tried to get her bearings back. She looked at Roman, hugged up against her chest and closed her eyes.

"Close yer eyes. Have no fear. The monster's gone. He's on the run. And yer... daddies here..." She began to sing the song her dad always used to sing to her as a kid. She almost felt like it was on instinct that she knew the lyrics this well. It felt like she was soothing herself more than Roman honestly. She was lost in the song. Just the memories of her father singing to her was enough to bring her back down to earth.

Before she knew it the song had ended. She didn't even notice, Roman had stopped crying and fallen back asleep in her arms. She gently gets up and puts Roman back in his crib as slowly as possible. She looked down at the sleeping foal, again, automatically clinging to his stuffed possum. She was quite proud of herself. She did it. But knowing she'll probably have to do it a lot more didn't sound too good. But as long as she got to sing her parents favorite songs, she was fine.

She slowly trotted to her bed and flopped down on it. Not even bothering to pull the covers over her.

{if you made it down here 🎉 hooray!🎉. This was my first fanfic but it's not going to end here. I'm planning to make more parts but I hope y'all like this first one. Toddles! 👋🏿}

[cursedcola]

I loved the "sleeping with a plushie" fic!!!! Could I request a part 2 with Vil, Trey, Lilia, Azul, and Kalim?

A/N: Awwww yea we gotta part 2 here. I have a few other requests in the box asking for more of this prompt, and so we'll be seeing more in the future (some characters overlap and i'll just put links). Not gonna lie, did not expect the first part to blow up like it did. Hopefully I can recreate that heart-throbbin' magic y'all loved once again! I'm putting Vil in part 3 since he's an overlapping request, and I like to keep things at a 4 character limit!

Prompt: They see you sleeping with a plushie! Characters: Lilia Vanrouge, Trey Clover, Azul Ashengrotto, and Kalim Al-Asim Warnings: None! Very long. I need to stop going on tangents Part (2/?): Previous ; Next

Trey Clover

Dino

Not to boast, but it's Trey's "thing," to be the level headed one of his dorm. The Queen's right hand.

The saint sent from above to protect all under the dictatorship

The one who carries blessings of goodwill in the form of sweet delights and cares for all his underclassmen

Heartslabyul's beloved "big brother" that all students look up to and see as a beacon of peace

....pfffft. Quite the "reputation" he has, if one could even call it that. You don't, that's for sure. Not after watching him get kicks from his little pranks, or strategically avoiding any conflict unless (1) it's absolutely necessary, or (2) he can benefit from it

Sure, the man has a good heart and takes no joy from other people's sadness. He is the definition of 'neutral good,' but by the seven do the students of NRC put him on a pedestal.

Maybe it's because he's spent so long next to Riddle? Perhaps when compared to him, Trey's way of neutralizing the atmosphere has amplified his 'saintly-ness'? Whatever it is, you never bought into it. He was just a man who couldn't say 'no,' because he dislikes confrontation.

In fact, you often found his life a comedy show. Trey was like a dog-walker being dragged in different directions by multiple leashes. He just wanted to be left alone to his own devices, yet there was always someone looking for him. Requests upon requests, tasks after tasks; all looking to this supposed angel that has no desire to fly. You would watch from the sidelines, and eventually Trey caught on to this onlooker of his misery

In the beginning Trey thought your involvement was coincidental. Being friends with the majority of his dorm is likely why you are always around, right?

Wrongoooo. All assumptions of you being his 'innocent bystander,' crumbled when heinous cackling seemed to follow in his wake. He made the mistake of acknowledging you when the Ace/Deuce duo had somehow blown up the kitchen and were begging for his help. Silent signals screamed "please get me out of this," as he stared you down in the distance. And what did you do??

Just gave him a thumbs up, mouthing the words 'give me a good show' with a cheeky grin

That day, Trey discovered why you truly stuck around. Not for his dorm-mates, not for your friends, or in search of a favor. You came for him, because your sick kicks came from watching someone other than yourself get tossed around like a rag doll

In a way, Trey's role in Heartslabyul is the closest any student will experience to the life you lead at NRC.

Trey doesn't kick you out or tell you off. That's unnecessary since you're not hurting anyone (except his pride, just a tad). He leaves you be, but don't expect to always get off easy. Oh no, he can play the game too. He'll subtly volunteer you to lend a hand when he is 'unavailable,' and slip teasing notes into your hands when passing. Playful glares sent across the room, harmless pranks in your tea-time snacks, levitating the chair you're in to kick you off, selling you out when the troublemaker freshmen want to have fun...Trey plays the game well, letting you get the blunt end of his more mischievous side. The one only his close friends have picked up on

Although now he's reached an impasse, where one side wants to perform the ultimate prank and another wants something more akin to a hidden desire. The day had been odd, with you not appearing once around his dorm after classes. By this time there would normally be some trouble brewing or you'd surprise him with a prank of your own. Keeping him 'on his toes,' as you'd often say

Yet there had been no sight of you. Not a trace of your presence anywhere in sight. A very rare scenario, one even more oblivious Heartslabyul students noted. Instead of favors Trey had to deal with questions of your whereabouts, each making his heart squeeze a bit tighter than before. Something wasn't sitting right.

It's near curfew when he gives in, slipping on a light jacket over his pajamas and beginning to make rounds around his dorm. "Seven's forbid if this is another one of your jokes...just you wait," he grumbled and flicked on a flashlight. If you were not here then he would turn in and use a pastry delivery as an excuse to stop by your dorm. A tampered pastry as penance for worrying him, of course.

Trey walks the length of his dorm halls twice, checking corners and spaces you could hide in. Only when the clock chimes again does he exhale in defeat and begin the walk back to his room. He enters, turns off his light, and right before he climbs into bed is when he sees it.

A small opening of his closet door, and poking out is a familiar shoe.

"Are you serious? Please don't tell me..."

Trey eases himself towards the door to peer inside, and when his assumptions are confirmed he pushes the door open in full. There you were, on the floor of his closet and dead asleep. Trey can't even begin to wonder how you got in or how long you had been sitting in there. The box of markers and stickers on the floor give him an uneasy feeling, as if he was very close to getting an overnight makeover if you hadn't fallen asleep

He crouches down with a sigh, moving to shake you awake when he sees something that makes his breath halt. Disregarding the nest you've made in his clothes, your hands had his little sibling's stuffed dinosaur in a death grip. They had given it to Trey as a parting gift. He treasures it of course, but plushies aren't really his thing so it was stored away for safe keeping

You appeared so calm. A complete contrast to the menace he's grown fond of. He reaches a hand out to adjust your head to a more comfortable position, and lingers for a moment when your breath fans his skin. Trey pulls back slowly, smiling softly and admiring his work.

He eyes the markers on the floor once again and gets an idea. There's no way he can sleep soundly with you here, so as recompence you will soon be walking around with his trademark clover drawn onto your face

In permanent ink

Lilia Vanrouge

Snorlaxxxxx

"Is not there a saying humans have about my kind? Fufufu, to 'have ears like a bat,' yes?"

Lilia knew about you long before you even thought of approaching him. Do you remember that fateful day in the cafeteria, in which he picked up on your table's idle gossip about his dorm? He had indirectly chided you all for nosiness and not being forthright.

What a hypocrite, considering he has been snooping in your personal buisness since the day you arrived. He hears everything, sees everything, and most definetly knows everything. His wisdom is well beyond the years of the children at NRC, and he knows an omen of chaos when he sees it

You. You are the omen of chaos. A being from another world with ideas unlike the people surrounding him. He's seen many things, but interdimensional travel is new. To say you had piqued his curiosity is an understatement

and chaos did you bring. Everywhere the Ramshackle's prefect went, drama followed. You have this pull that makes others gravitate towards you. They resist at first, treat you poorly, and eventually something cuts the hanging thread and you've solved problems that have brooded for years. You unknowingly create disarray, which unfolds into peace. Lilia has never seen such quick handywork.

"The mirror makes no mistakes. Rid your eyes of rose and see for yourself," he had said to Sebeck one evening. The child disliked how often his master disappeared to visit you in the night. You were a bad influence in the eyes of many. A non-mag with the headmaster's favor, who sends unsuspecting students into over blot. You were the scapegoat to blame for all the destruction, and needed to be sent home.

Sebeck could not understand why Lilia trusted you so much. Lilia trusts few despite his relaxed demeanor, yet you've earned it so quickly. How can the vampire feel secure in letting Malleus visit you day after day, or letting his son laze around your dorm during downtime. There were times when Sebeck himself faltering and buying into your charms, before snapping back to reality. Time and time again he's attempted to convince his masters of your dangerousness, only to be brushed off and told to look at you more closely

"It seems you need a little push. How about a story?" Lilia relents, albeit amused at his pupil's desperate attempts to both resist your pull and protect others from what isn't a threat.

When you had first been brought to Twisted Wonderland, Lilia noticed your shine instantly. Your aura was unlike any other in the room. He watched you appear in the ceremonial robes, utterly confused and clutching your arms protectively around your chest. A mouse in a room full of snakes.

For a time, he left you alone under the assumption that Crowley would send you back to your world. When that failed? He bided his time, watching you and learning. An enigma with no records to go off of, so all he could do was observe and make mental notes

During this time he felt a one-sided fondness begin to grow. He never had roses to blind him from the start, but your pull was infectious and disarming. He allowed himself to settle and let you act freely

At least until Malleus took an interest. Like Sebeck, Lilia was wary of the bond you both were forming, despite how you are seemingly unaware of who Malleus is. No one else would dare call him something like 'hornton'. With no other options and Diasomnia's recent involvement with the Savanaclaw over blot incident, Lilia resorted to some underhanded work.

He snuck into your dormitory during the night in hopes to find information. An identification card, diary, passbook, cell phone- basically anything he could use to learn more about your predicament. He started in the living area, bypassing the ghost trio and moving across all surfaces without a sound. Finding nothing, he made his way to the study area. Again. Nothing. Ramshackle was by no means large, and eventually his search lead to the only room with dim light coming from inside. Your bedroom.

He went in, sticking to the shadows and avoiding the illumination of the fireplace. He notes how most of the room looks inhabited, with nothing sticking out aside from a small book on the end table next to the bed.

Bingo.

Lilia picks it up gently, and opens to skim the contents. In doing so he catches a peek of your sleeping form under the covers. Grimm lays on the other side of the bed, snoring away in the light of the fire. You face away towards the darkness, curled into a ball around a small plush he has never seen before.

No, that's not quite right. You carried that with you on the day of the ceremony. The only thing that seemed to cross dimensions at your side...

He'll have to ask more about it, and you. Though perhaps it may be the key to getting on your side.

Lilia looks down at the book in his hands, before putting it back unopened and in its origional place. He crouches down with a furrow in his brow, and pushes down the plush in your arms to uncover some of your face. Upon closer inspection, he sees dried trails of tears on your cheeks and dark circles underneath your eyes. His fingers trace them gently, and he wipes the water stains clean.

"Ah. I had nothing to worry about it seems," he whispers, removing one of his gloves to pat your head soothingly

Lilia ends his story, with a soft look in his eye as if he's looking through Sebeck and not at him. The man in question appears more confused than before, with his master's story only being another riddle to sort through. He fails to recognize the true meaning behind it, but understanding Lilia has never been easy.

Azul Ashengrotto

octo-plush

Okay, Azul prides himself in his quick thinking but this may have been overkill. Blessings come in dangerous packages.

Let's rewind a bit so the above line makes sense.

You see, Azul is an ocean dweller. He only recently got used to his land-legs, and do not even mention how flight lessons are going. He will not answer and your existence will be ignored for the rest of the day.

No, he is not being immature. He simply chooses where to place his efforts wisely and that conversation is not on his list.

With that said, you can discuss with him the plans you have set for the long weekend. He would be absolutely delighted to hear what you'll be doing and he can thwart

You see, he has been looking for the chance to take you to his mother's restaurant and show you around the ocean. Just some friendly bonding, y'know? He's not quite comfortable going in his oct-form with you just yet, but mayhap you'd like to peruse may of the shops in his hometown. You could go to dinner, admire the scenery, he could confess his love for you, you can study for next week's exam, and the trip could just be perfect if you'll only cancel your current plans!

Yet, you seem to be dodging the topic.

"You know prefect, it almost seems like you don't want me to know how you'll be spending the weekend. Should I be concerned?" he pretends to appear suspicious, but actually feels hurt by your secrecy.

Azul will admit to removing some disruptions from your time together in the past. He may have been planning to do the same in this case; but still, outch. You don't have to put it so bluntly.

In any case, the last thing Azul expected you to say is that you'll be camping. He remembers how you proposed the "team-building," excursion to Crowley last week. An attempt to get students from different dorms to develop better relationships

The idea was vetoed by the council instantly. None of the dorm leaders wanted to go the extra mile aside from yourself. The only one not to vote was Malleus, who wasn't present like usual.

Azul personally could see the social benefit of a camping trip since it could double as recruiting for his dorm; however, he was already plotting this spontaneous weekend with you.

He berates himself for taking too long and for discounting Malleus' vote. It seems that after the initial denial, you had gone to the fae with your idea in hopes of getting Crowley to still allow the trip. It would simply be more informal, with you leading the event.

Needless to say, with Diasomnia seconding your idea it was a hit. In just a week you had advertised, planned, and gathered students from multiple dorms to go camping for two nights.

Azul is stumped and slightly proud. You look so pleased with your efforts and genuinely excited to see the event through. He has no idea how all this went on under his nose this entire week (*cough*lovesickfool*cough*), but he feels his heart shrivel along with his plan to spend the weekend with you

Well, when in Rome do as the romans do

"Do you have room for three more?"

Alrighty. Azul has never been camping, let alone spent the night outside while on the surface. But there is a first for everything and he is determined to get your attention this weekend.

Naturally he drags the tweels along, no questions asked. Jade is pleased since this is a chance for mushroom foraging, and Floyd is looking forward to messing with the other students during the night. Azul packs all his "necessities," literally dragging multiple suitcases of junk because he spent the entire night reading about camping and the possible dangers

He is not getting ripped to shreds by a bear, or hypothermia from not having enough blankets, or mosquito bites. He brings multiple cans of bug repellant and sunscreen. Fuck mosquitos, the remind him too much of the fanged fae but tinier

Needless to say, Azul brings many things. Enough to make you wheeze and truly see the paranoia hidden beneath those gills of his

He brings so much, that he forgets to bring a tent. Ironic, isn't it?

This makes you laugh even harder. He tries to hide it and send one of the tweels back to fetch it, but forgets that they're mischievous twats

"Oi Shrimpyyy~ Azul forgot his tent, can he share with you?"

He was going to kill Floyd and eat him for supper. If he was in his true form there would be ink everywhere, but Floyd can choke on it. He can choke and then he can-

"Oh? Sure! Go ahead and put your stuff in my tent Azu" - can go enjoy as many of Azul's snacks as he wants. Oh Floyd, he has always been Azul's favorite of the twins. Always so unpredictable and lively.

Azul practically floats over to your tent and sets his stuff inside. He tries to appear indifferent, maybe a bit reluctant out of respect for you. He isn't fooling no one with that doe-struck expression. He is a 'happy camper'

Night rolls around, and as everyone settles in for the night so do the two of you. Only when he's in his pajamas, inside the tent and in his sleeping bag does it hit him

He's about to spend the night outside, with you less than five feet away, and oh seven why did he pack the cheap pajamas? You're going to see his bedhead in the morning and-

oh crap

He was so lost in his thoughts that Azul missed you say goodnight. He's already mentally slapping himself for that, but what's worse is the way you're sleeping

You...you have an octopus. A fluffy, soft, cuddly octopus that you're using as a pillow.

"A-ah...ah..aHH," the man is shaking and biting on his fist to not scream and wake you up.

No way in hell this was pre-planned. Yes he would be flattered if you got that knowing he would be here but the thing is that you expected to sleep alone. That is yours and who knows how long you've been sleeping with it

He can't do this. These emotions. You have to be screwing with him he just-

Don't you want to hold a real octopus instead?

Kalim Al-Asim

elephant

Retribution

The gods were punishing him. He did something bad and they were coming. Kalim doesn't know when, where, what, why, how- but he's got the bad tingles and that means karma is going to knock right up at his door

Oasis? C-can an oasis change the tide? hehe (click link. skip to 4:00)

Everyone calls him silly, but when the literal embodiment of sunshine tells you that something bad is about to happen then SOMETHING BAD IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN PEOPLE

Ahem. In short. Kalim is on edge, and by default so are you. He's not spewing prophecies or anything and he definetly does not want to cause you any distress. However, he has been unnaturally clingy.

Which is saying something, because as one of your closest friends Kalim already spent nearly every hour of his free time at your side. Now he wants more, making sure that you have an escort everywhere

"Not to worry! It's just a few more hours of fun time, right?" he says when you note his anxious fretting. If he has such a bad feeling then why not go somewhere safer than following you?

You don't say this to push off his worries, but because you believe them and want him to feel safe

No what you don't know, is that Kalim's bad feelings never involve himself. They're normally about things like the weather, finances, or people. Gut feelings, the ones where you just know

and his gut feeling is like a compass, pointing straight at you

You can argue that trouble seems to follow you everywhere. You're the notorious prefect that everyone seems to hate and love at the same time, y'know? Battling over blots and slaying bad cafeteria food on the daily

This is different for Kalim. You are different for Kalim.

He's a klutz who relies on Jamil for nearly everything, but he's reliable. He never wants to see you upset or fearful if he can help it. He wants you happy! So if he can stop something, even if it's just this once, he's going to y'know?

"Are you sure? I can come watch! We can have dinner together too and go swimming- or anything really" he said in a rush. You had an important exam for flight lessons that was during his alchemy lesson. He can always may up his coursework but you-

want him to go to class. Okay, but be safe alright? Wear your gear and come find him after class

......

He should not have left you, or at least asked someone else to watch out on your behalf. Kalim's classroom was situated to overlook the practice fields, and from the window he was able to see your class go out for exams. You appeared confident at your turn, making him giggle at your 'I'm so serious hohoho look at me' façade. He put his beakers down despite his partner's whining, and watched as you soared up into the air on your broom and fly the exam course

only for his heart to drop when a spelldrive disk hits your back and sends you falling into the trees

At some point his lab partner joined to watch, and cringed when the disk made impact. Next thing Kalim knew, he was running out of the room with his professor yelling after him

and now? He's sitting in the nurse's office and holding your hand. The fall knocked you unconscious, but you managed to get away with only a couple bruises and a sprained wrist. The largest bandage being around your torso where the disk hit.

It's weird. This is clearly what the ominous feeling ws warning him about, yet Kalim feels worse now than he did before. It's an empty feeling, where all he can do is keep changing the wet rag on your head and waiting for you to get up.

Someone knocks on the door, and when Kalim tears his eyes from you there's Jamil standing in the doorway with soured eyes and a backpack. If anyone believed Kalim's 'fortune stomach,' it was Jamil.

"Did you bring it?" Kalim take the bag, and opens it to see a plush elephant. He had given it to you as a present when you first became friends, and he always sees it on your bed.

You once said that it reminds you of him. That elephants are smart, goofy, caring, and adorable. The last compliment rang in his hears longer than the others, but he was happy a gift he picked with love had reached you.

For the first time since you fell, he grins and places it under your non-injured arm. as if knowing it's there, you pull it closer to your chest.

"No matter the situation, you're the cutest in the world," he says, adjusting the elephant so that he can hold your hand again, "don't tell any of my siblings I said that, okay?"

He gives your hand a squeeze, staring at your interlocked fingers and smiling to himself.

"I won't leave. Not ever again. Just you wait, we're going to have so much fun when you wake up, and forever beyond"

[superhero--imagines]

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* Sorry guys but this mans been living in my head rent free

* So the first time you see Satoru it’s with those black specs he likes to wear and you get a glance at those GORGEOUS eyes

* He meets your eyes for a second before looking away, it’s the briefest of interactions

* But your heart is racing and you can feel the familiar heat of attraction starting to lap at your face

* ‘He looks just like a prince’ you think

* You find out pretty fast the ‘prince’ similarities stop at appearance

* “Ah it’s not my fault you’re so weak~” You hear him say with the princely smile as he teases Utahime

* It looks like he’s held something so high she can’t reach it

* “Try your best, if you drink plenty of milk I’m sure you’ll be tall enough one day~” he says before laughing with that same princely face

* “You shouldn’t pick on those that are weaker than you” Geto intervenes, somehow making the entire situation worse

* You watch as Gojo laughs

* You’re starting to think he might be the real curse you need to exorcise

* You continue watching him as Utahime tries to kick him in the crotch

* “You silly girl, did you forget there’s an infinity between us?” Cue Gojo’s “A-hahahahaha” laugh

* Yeah, he’s definitely a demon

* You keep your distance, Gojo’s beautiful and all, but you’re not dumb, you’ve heard about the Satoru clan.

* “Hey Geto-Kun, who do you think would win in a fight me or a lion?”

* Besides that guy is way too reckless, you’d rather not get all mixed up in that if you can help it

* You watch as Satoru takes his shirt off, his well defined chest glistening

* Still, you’re grateful for the show

* Little do you know the famous Gojo Satoru has taken note of you as well

* Naturally given his ability he notices everyone, but he especially takes note of you

* It’s not because you stand out, quite the opposite

* You blend into the background easily, supporting others when needed

* But not to the degree where you unable to defend yourself, or you’re sacrificing your own life for someone else

* He grins

* Looks like he found something interesting

* You’re at the vending machine eyes racking over the drink selection

* But there’s another thirst quenching sight right next to you, their hand resting on the vending machine, that princely smile aimed right at you-

* “So what do you say?” Satoru asks, and you start to wonder if that princely smile seems just a bit wolfish “Do you want to be my lover?”

* You’re kind of annoyed

* What an impetuous question, you can count on one hand how many times you’ve spoken to each other, and you only need both hands to count the words said in each of those encounters

* “No”

* You turn your attention back to your drink choices, it’s pleasant weather so you don’t want anything hot.

* Anything carbonated is out of the-

* Gojo moves closer, peering into your face with that grin

* Ugh does he have to stand so close

* “Why ‘no’? I know you think I’m attractive”

* “I also think you’re a womanizer with a god complex”

* And really why shouldn’t he be?

* He’s probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life, not to add the sheer power he contains in that body of his

* But just as he has the right to be a womanizer with a god complex, you have the right not to take part in that narrative

* He backs away, leaning back against the wall

* So he’s not going to deny it

* Well, at least he’s somewhat self aware

* Those clear blue eyes catch yours again, and you have to fight against every human instinct from showing any human reaction

* You turn back to the vending machine making your selection when a smile lilts onto his mouth

* “Friends then”

* “Just colleagues” you reply, grabbing your drink

* But as you walk by you push a canned beverage into his chest.

* It’s a can of green tea

* It’s his favorite drink

* He looks to you seeing a bottle glinting in your hand

* So you didn’t sacrifice your own thirst, but you also didn’t ignore his needs

* He feels that same wolffish grin curl onto his mouth

* “What an entertaining person”

* After that if you’re anywhere within a 50 feet radius of him he’ll go out of his way to get your attention

* “Oh wow, looking especially radiant this morning (Y/N/N)” he’ll say with a playful seductive wink

* When you don’t respond he tries annoying you instead

* “Ah you can’t reach that? Here let me-” and then he’ll proceed to hold it even further out of your reach

* He’s expecting you to jump up and down, or at least give some sort of response but you just walk away

* Well that wasn’t what he expected

* He feels that grin spread across his face again

* Very interesting

* His attraction to you is pretty shallow

* He’s interested you because you’re entertaining

* And you’re entertaining because you aren’t interested

* Which only makes him that much more interested in you

* Its a paradox

* You watch him flounder around, annoying Utahime for a giggle

* Well it doesn’t matter anyway, you know how he is, he’ll get bored soon enough and lose all interest in you

* He’s not the strongest {f*ckboy} for nothing

* You see him turn to meet your gaze, offering a boyish smile and a wink

* You make sure not to give any reaction, turning to listen to something Shoko is telling you

* You hope he can’t sense the twinge of heat you feel on your face

* You’d be lying if you said you didn’t find the attention a little flattering

* I think for the most part you’re right, Satoru is mostly playing around-

* At least at first.

* You’re just something new and fun no one knows about, and wildly entertaining since you never respond the way he thinks you will

* You’re kind, but not at the expense of yourself, and he likes that

* Besides you’ve got this quite sort of consideration for others-

* It’s not flashy, it’s so subtle most people hardly notice

* It’s in the way you bring an extra snack for Utahime when she’s running herself ragged training

* “They were having a two for one special”

* Or the way you’ll get your teacher a plushie you saw at a shop at the station because you know he needs more

* “I just thought it was cute, but I haven’t got any room for another one”

* You’re quiet, someone who hears things and she’s things, but never says anything about them

* A wallflower

* But you’re not weak

* There’s something about those two things put together in the same person that entertains him to no end. Like a paradox or a puzzle he can’t seem to solve no matter how hard he tries

* Satoru’s had at least a hundred lovers, and a great many of them had provided him with their own brand of kindness and consideration

* But he’s never felt something as warm as when he see’s a lunch box in his dorm after he hobbles back from a mission that lasted a little longer than expected

* He peers at the note attached, it’s not even signed but he knows it’s from you

* “I know you think you’re god or whatever, but even gods have to eat”

* He doesn’t know why, but he’s overcome with the urge to cry

* He gulps hard- it’s not like this a lunch you made by hand or anything, it’s just something from the convenience store

* And it’s not like this note is particularly affectionate or special either, he’s gotten entire love letters from his previous lovers

* So he’s not sure why he saves your note, placing it behind a picture frame where only he’ll know it is , or why he thinks that convenience store lunchbox is the most delicious thing he’s ever had

* Even though he knows he cares about you, and that he’s grown quite fond of you -

* I don’t think it clicks for him

* And part of that is because well, he’s Gojo Satoru

* He collects lovers like some people collect photographs or memories

* They serve their purpose, and he lets himself be entertained by pretending all the feelings are real, and then he moves on to the next one

* It’s just what he’s used to

* And this whole paradox you two have going on could go on for a few years until something finally shifts

* He went a little too far with one his half-flirting-half-tormenting pranks

* And for the first time you give him a reaction, it’s only for a second, but annoyance and anger mar you face

* And then just like that, it’s gone and you turn and walk off in the other direction

* Sh*t.

* He went too far didn’t he?

* It should be fine right? You’re not too mad at him right? You’ll get over it-

* Right?

* But for the next few days you don’t speak to him, and you don’t make eye contact

* It bothers him more than it should

* Normally he would be annoyed that his toy would have the gall to blatantly ignore him like this-

* But this is different than that.

* He’s-

* He’s feeling regret

* He shouldn’t have acted that way to you, maybe if he had just done something differently, or said something differently-

* It’s not like the way things were between you two was ideal or anything,

* But at least then you would at least speak to him

* ... and every once in while he would get to see you smile

* It’s never at him, it’s mostly when you’re with Shoko or Utahime

* Occasionally when you’re with Nanami or Geto, who you’ve been talking to more recently

* He’s pretty sure you three are talking about him, just one day away from forming a “down with Gojo Satoru” club

* Still that smile when you laugh-

* The way you look so carefree and young and so full of life is worth all the slander in the world to him

* He needs to see that smile, to know something that wholesome and kind exists somewhere in this cruel world

* Satoru’s thinking about how to go about apologizing to you

* He’s caught between buying you a Lamborghini or buying you a special grade tool when he ends up running into you

* “Ah, could you help me with something?”

* He would quite literally give you the clothes on his back right now if you asked

* You stand up on a a chair holding a glass of water

* “Apparently this is supposed to help with concentration or something” You say pressing the glass full of water to the ceiling

* “Can you hold this broom?” You ask and Satoru nods, holding the broom handle steady as you make sure it’s pushed against the glass holding it steady

* You nod approvingly down at him

* The rest happens pretty fast, you’re off the chair, carrying it away

* “The broom is actually a special grade tool, so cursed energy won’t work on it”

* You grin

* “Have fun figuring how to get out of that Baka Prince!” You say with a laugh

* And Satoru is dumbfounded

* But not because you just pranked him into a holding up a glass of water with a broom

* But because as you were rushing away, you showed him your teasing grin

* It’s the first time you smiled at him

* And as he looks up at the glass of water, a smile slowly spreads across his face

* It’s not the wolffish smile he usually has when he’s around you, or the princely smile he uses when he’s trying to get something

* It’s a genuine smile

* Ah, so that’s it

* He’s fallen in love with you

* If you’re not the one entertaining him, then he’s just not interested

* Ah geez

* He was so focused on trying to get you to fall in love with him that he really didn’t see this coming

* Well he’ll have to start being serious about pursuing you now-

* Though for you to pull off something like this on him tells him you’re his ideal match without a doubt

* A wallflower with a mischievous streak, he likes that.

* He scratches his head with his free hand

* “I wonder how I’m supposed to get out of this?” He muses looking up at the glass full of water

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

I got major whumperflies reading Drowning parts one and two... are you planning on continuing it?

Drowning Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

@asrasmysoulmate

It's not much on the whump side, but lots and lots of care, comfort, and fluff with a sick supervillain in there.

Warnings: vomit, bathing, feverish whumpee, delirium, hallucinations

~

Hero gathered the wailing supervillain into her arms and held him like that for a long time. She should've watched her tongue. She should've... Hero sighed, there was no point in thinking about how she could've done better when the deed was already done.

Eventually, Supervillain's sobs ceased and were replaced by a vulgar motion. He was heaving, throat convulsing...

Hero shoved Supervillain's head to the side as his stomach's contents expelled themselves. After he finished vomiting onto the floor, he just laid there, head limp, and allowed the trails of puke to slid down his chin.

Hero was just standing there and staring at the scene infront of her. But, recovering from her shock, she lifted Supervillain up and carried him to the bathroom. Setting him lazily by the toilet, she grabbed an unused toothbrush and slapped some toothpaste on it.

Supervillain gagged again, pain coursing through his lungs and ribs. His stomach hurt, badly, and all he wanted to do was lie on the tempting cool floor...

"Hey, hey, hey, whoa. Are you okay?" Hero asked when she noticed Supervillain keeling over. Now, in the better light, he looked like pure trash. He skin was a ghastly shade of gray with vomit and spit still speared across his lips. Snot bubbled under his red nose and his eyes watered. Hero felt a twinge of pity- here was an insanely sick supervillain, most likely feverish out of his mind, trusting one of his sworn enemies. It was unnatural, but more importantly, unheard of.

"Wh... iturts," Supervillain slurred, quite frankly unable to form a complete sentence.

Hero furrowed her brow. She didn't understand what garbled nonsense made its way to her ears, but she hummed in response. Supervillain seem content with the miniscule answer he received and pressed his burning nose to the condensation build-up around the toilet bowl.

"Want to brush your teeth?" Hero asked, handing him the toothbrush. Supervillain clumsily took it only to drop it. Hero pursed her lips and prepared another. She couldn't risk more germs entering Supervillain's system.

She registered that Supervillain was way too weak and feverish to hold an one ounce toothbrush, so she pull him into her lap, allowed his wet head to relax against her chest, and started to brush his teeth.

He was so tired and fatigued that his lips loosely molded around the plastic brush, head nodding softly.

Hero tenderly brushed each tooth with dentist-like precision and motherly care- if that's not too ironic. All thoughts of their previous encounter vanished; he was in her care now and she would do anything to comfort him.

It was as if her already golden heart was fashioned with another serum of empathy. She didn't have to brush his teeth to get rid of the vile taste- it wouldn't kill him, so why would she?

She also didn't need to bathe him either, and certainly did not need to tip his head back so soap wouldn't get into his earthly eyes. She washed his face with a soft silk washcloth, gently so she wouldn't wake the now sleeping supervillain.

When her instinctual caring of the patient was done, and he was changed into a fresh pair of clothes, she laid him on her own bed.

Hero suddenly reeled backwards. What was she doing? It was like she was in a trance, caring for the villain as if he was an angel from heaven. Actually that might be an understatement...

Nevertheless, amongst doubts and courage, Hero continued to tend for his very needs. Right now, it was sleep; lots of rest and slumber to build up his strength.

Upon waiting for his awakening, Hero started to research about tending someone with pneumonia. Every single website practically screamed at her to take him to a hospital, but that couldn't be done. She couldn't risk other heroes finding and arresting him.

Supervillain stirred, muttering something sleepily. He blinked open his eyes and tried to roll over, but it caused a coughing fit to rack at his ribs.

"Hey, go back to sleep," Hero rubbed Supervillain's hair.

"Why t'robo... chasin'meh?" Supervillain said, scratchy and raspy. Hero followed his glassy gaze to the middle of her bedroom. There wasn't anything there.

"What do you see Supervillain?"

"Robo."

"Hmm," Hero replied, still stroking his hair. She did this until a feverish sleep took him under again. Then, she rushed into the kitchen, grabbed tylenol, a thermometer, and an ice pack wrapped in a washcloth. She returned to find Supervillain still unconscious, jerking with breaths as his sleeping body tried to draw precious air in.

Hero slipped the thermometer under Supervillain's tongue- it was easy now that his face was completely relaxed. When the thermometer barked at her the dreaded 103.5 degrees fahrenheit, she gently shook her ward awake and coaxed him into taking some tylenol.

She placed the icepack on his flushed forehead. The heat radiating off his body began to melt the ice in a short few minutes. Hero started to bit her lip, desperately trying to get this dangerously high temperature down. She thought of all the possible long-term effects...

No. She had to stay focused. Focused and collected. She propped Supervillain upwards to alleviate the mucus build up and went back to work at breaking the fever.

Whether or not Hero succeeded in the end, to draw the dragon away from the nest, didn't make the pleas from Supervillain any less concerning.

He would scream, ragged and fearful, whenever he would awake from a fitful doze. Sometimes, he would beg for mercy from the torture his delirious mind thought he was enduring.

"Stop it! Stop it please!" He sobbed, trying to curl up on himself- anything to escape his torturer's ruthless hand of strife.

"Relax, Supervillain," Hero mumured, her voice stern and firm due to the weary stress, but at the same time her usual chirp. The motherly chirp of a hen that usually brought Supervillain so much comfort.

At these moments, her voice would draw him into another unreality.

"Don' like," he mumbled. "Don' like panda."

Hero sighed, rubbing her tiring eyes.

"What's wrong with panda?" She asked, hoping he was talking about the plaid shirt he was wearing.

"Too warm," Supervillain earnestly explained- or to an extent. Really, to Hero, it sounded like he was trying to get a kitten off his lap. He wanted it, but his resolve was too kind to exactly remove the curled up furrball.

"Your blanket?"

"Fur bear," Supervillain chittered. "Yeh..." His voice trailed off as another wave of lethargic dizziness hit him. He whimpered, resting deep into the plushy pillow.

Hero smiled softly and cupped Supervillain's warm cheek. His fever was breaking, she could tell by the added tan to his blanched face.

It was nearly nighttime. The sun was setting, its rays hitting the pair. Hero sat with her legs crossed and examined his drooping face. He would fall alseep soon, whisked away to a land of darkness and dreams.

Hero left to take care of her own personal needs. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and showered. However, the shower was short-lived and the hero was still lathered in shampoo when she checked on the supervillain. She grinned and finished her shower.

Supervillain was just waking up again when Hero returned with her hair bound and wrapped in a towel on the top of her head. He weakly tried to touch the towel, failed miserably, but still grinned like a toddler and his train toy.

"Want to eat?" Hero asked, remembering the leftover soup in the fridge. Her patient nodded.

Hero fed the supervillain like she did in the morning, slow and coaxing. For the most part, her ward refused to allow the shiny metal to slide between his gums, but at last he consented.

Hero fed him- clutching the mattress to ensure her patience to not rush him. The friendly gesture of kindness ended with Supervillain back in Hero's arms as he dozed off. Hero almost nearly fell alseep too if it wasn't for the repetitive tapping on her door.

Knock, knock.

Hero's heart jumped and she quickly made sure Supervillain was covered. She locked her bedroom door and went to the frontdoor.

Knock, knock.

Maybe if Hero had a window or an eye-hole or something, she could've avoided the looming catastrophe.

Hero opened the door open, only to be thrown against the floor by blast of pure strength.

"Where is he!" Came the all too-familiar voice. It boomed throughout the house, focalizing on the entryway where Hero and the intruder were.

"I said," a dark figure stepped into the light, a hood obscuring the livid face underneath. "Where is Supervillain, Hero?"

The figure stripped off his hood to reveal none other than her fellow ex-prisoner, holding a sharp knife.

Villain.

[gerbiloftriumph]

So you wanna be a king (pt3)

or maybe you just wanna cosplay one.

Continuing the cosplay semi-tutorial-semi-rambling for those who love one smol bean and wish to dress as him for funsies:

Part 3: Trousers and Boots

Okay, so, at this point you’ve probably spent at least $150, and at least enough hours to watch every Game Grumps King’s Quest LP (that's three and a quarter full games) three times. Likely more. 

It’s time to pull out your screencaps again, to remind yourself why we’re here. 

(it’s for this cute face, with all his determination and compassion and bravery and intelligence. That’s why.)

You’ve got a jerkin (pt 2) and a cloak (pt 1) but it’s indecent to walk around without anything waist down, so let’s a’stitch some trousers. And also some boots while we’re at it. 

Trousers!

When I was at the Renfest, someone asked me where I got my neat blue riding pants. Well, for starters......they’re yoga pants. And also, Goodwill. Have you noticed a trend with me yet. 

This knobbly-kneed lad is definitely not pulling a Men In Tights routine--there’s too much definition and stiffness in the wrinkles. I decided on sweatpants, though, because why not? May as well be comfy. (The more accurate fabric choice would probably be like, a khaki material, but, nah). I selected two separate pairs in the colors I wanted.

Because this costume isn’t warm enough, I attached the lighter pair over the darker rather than Frankenstein-sew two chopped parts together. It’s kind of like wearing pants and a half. Because I’m the monster. And also I was concerned that long-term wear would weaken the stitching if I pulled a Frankenstein, and this costume has been time consuming enough without risking it falling apart on me. 

What that means is this: I put on the darker pair, measured about how wide it looked Graham’s pants were vs on me, turned the lighter pair inside out so I could mark the width on them, and cut out a long and bizarre looking rectangle from the inner section of the light pair. 

The reason why we cosplay is to get into our favorite character’s pant--no, I’m sorry, the joke’s too bad, I’ll see myself out. 

I selected three inches wide on either side of the inner pant hem, so six inches wide in total, from ankle to ankle. This does mean there’s more fabric around the ankle since they naturally slim down, but the boot covers that. Since the lighter pair had an elastic stretchy cuff, I left that intact so the pants wouldn’t bunch up when walking. 

Immediately after cutting out the light pair, I ran it through my sewing machine with that herringbone stitch (the zigzag triangles) to “seal” the fabric edge and prevent fraying. It gives it kind of a bubbly textured look if you look closely, but if you’re not about that life, you could cut out an extra inch and hem it back for a straight clean line. 

I then carefully lined up all the hemlines, light to dark, pinning as flat and evenly as possible. Then, hand sewing. Bane of my novice cosplay life. 

First I stitched hemline to hemline so it would be precisely centered, then again along the edges of the light fabric. So I sewed this thing by hand three times, paying special attention to the area where the legs intersect since that’s where the most friction from walking and picking up inventory items and the like will wear. Just sew along existing hemlines. It can be sloppy; no one will ever see your stitches--unless you turn it inside out to make a semi-tutorial for strangers on the internet, and then they’ll laugh at you.

If you feel fancy, you can add the thick patches on Graham’s trousers. I didn’t bother at the time because it felt like a bit much, but I do really like those patches. Maybe someday. 

Also, you should probably handwash this piece too. Unless you trust your sloppy stitches more than I trust mine. 

Boots!

I’ma tell you a secret: my absolute favorite part of all of Graham’s outfit is the boots. I love them. I want a real pair. Like, with actual metal bits, not cheap eBay boots and shoe goo and hope. The boots are at least a quarter of the reason why I made this costume in the first place. 

And yet, the boots were the last thing I made, more than a year after completing the rest of the costume. I wore shin-high lace up boots in the meantime, and it was fine, but knee length is truly the ideal silhouette against your cloak. It does make a difference.

I’ve made boot covers before (Lynne, Ghost Trick, bright red), and it’s fine, but it’s also frustrating. I highkey recommend just modifying a regular boot. There are lots of gorgeous, expensive options out there, but in the end I settled for a bootleg boot from China (you know, the ones that are “fashion” but which all use the same stock image and are fake mimics for a fraction of the cost on eBay) for a grand total of...$25.00, with shipping. Ye boi.

According to the receipt this boot is an.....”American Rag Ada Round Toe Synthetic Over the Knee Boot.” Cool, deffo bootleg. 

Another secret: I put gel inserts in both the toe and the heel, I wear gel-ankle socks over my regular socks, and I stuff the heels with leftover plushie-making cotton fluff. Because bootleg boots are cheap and blistery, and comic con floors are hard enough even with a nice sturdy pair of shoes, so seek every advantage you can. More cotton fluff. More! Stuff it in there! And also wear your favorite patterned socks, because it’s my tutorial and I said so. 

Okay, back to the store. Get the following things: a small amount of stretchy black fabric, a small amount of gray fabric, a sheet or two of craft foam, a tube of shoe goo, and popsicle sticks or some other way to “paint” the goo. Also an audiobook to help pass the time. (can you believe no one’s recorded the King’s Quest novels into an audiobook form, how tragic.)

Using some of the boundless scrap you have from the rest of this cosplay, determine how wide you want the black pieces to be, and maybe the gray while you’re at it. That fully depends on your boot. 

Cut out your black for the front and back pieces. They won’t be pure rectangles, but have a trapezoid curve to them to mimic the shoe curve. Pin and hem.

Apply shoe goo around the whole section of the boot you’re covering, as flat and even as possible, and stretch, apply, and pin your black fabric into place. Do little detail work with the popsicle sticks, and once it’s all pinned, leave to dry for a while. Ideally, overnight, so the glue can set. 

Go play King’s Quest again or something while you’re waiting. It’s not like you have anything else to do, right?

This boot happened to already have a buckle on the back which I wrapped in gray fabric to mimic the silver on Graham’s heels--your boot probably doesn’t have this, so use this following method instead.

To get the silver cuffs, I cut out foam (you might have to look around for foam in a good thickness, or glue multiple sheets together--mine is, uh....the thick foam my bose headphones came in.....), and glued fabric over it. Then I glued the foam/fabric curve to the shoe, pinned it in place, and walked away again. I sure hope you like your audiobook. There’s a lot of downtime here. 

This method works for the anklets too. Wrap foam entirely in black fabric. Hilariously, since it’s foam, I didn’t have any trouble pushing it through my sewing machine to add the gray on top of the black. Another secret: my anklets connect via elastic, so I can get the boots on while still having a snug anklet. No, it probably doesn’t look great if you’re walking right behind me, but there’s that 5 foot rule of cosplay that means no one should see it, and who’s staring at my heels anyway, that’s weird. 

Cut thin regular plain sheet foam in the right size to fit over your toe. To achieve the curve, cut out little notches (you can just see a discarded notch in the included picture), then glue the edges together again sans notch. Bam, curve. Cover in fabric, glue to the toes of the boots like everything else, pin, and wait until dry (yes, overnight again--I did tell you about the audiobook). 

And that’s that! (At least, for me: I have not done the laces on the front, or cut out the knee guard, or anything that requires actual intensive boot modification because I was in a hurry to go meet Christopher Lloyd and on a deadline and forgot to come back to it. No, for reals. Comic cons are magic places.) It’s held up for two full years at cons and renfests and even in a light rain without trouble, tho I do need to touch up some of the edges a bit. 

Put the whole thing together: jerkin, cloak, cowl, trousers, boots. You’re looking fiiiine. All the cool cats are jealous of your sweet new kicks.

And with that, all the giant heavy pieces of your cosplay are done! It’s just accessories and details left. And the adventuring cap, one might argue the most important piece of all. But we’ll get there. Probably. As long as this is helping someone. 

[lemonadeswift]

Luca 24 Months

“Ms. Ni-cole!” Ms. Ni-cole!” Nicole smiled as she watched the little figure run to meet her, the door of the Evans’s residence left open in his wake.

“Hey there!” She said, kneeling down to let the small body collide into hers. Luca held up a paper to her, she took it, it had glitter stars and flowers and hearts and a various amount of scribbles, shapes, and smiley faces on it.

“Wow! Luca! It’s beautiful, did you make it for me?” She asked with wide eyes, Luca grinned up at her toothily and nodded.

“I love it so much!” She said, holding it close to her chest as she reached out to ruffle the soft hair on his head. Luca grinned and grabbed her hand, she stood up unsteadily with a laugh as Luca pulled her behind him. She looked up to see Chris standing in the door way a small smile playing on his lips. He was sharply dressed for date night with Sebastian.

“Luc, I told you not to go outside without me or daddy,” Chris scolded firmly.

“Swwry.” Luca answered, looking down. He pointed at the picture in Nicole’s hands,

“Oh, I see, you wanted to give Ms. Nicole your drawing didn’t you?” Chris asked, Luca looked up at him with a smile and he nodded.

“Well, next time wait for one of us, okay, it’s dangerous,” Luca tilted his head to the side like he didn’t quite understand, but he nodded anyway in affirmation. Chris let the two of them inside after that,

“Thanks for coming on such short notice, we didn’t know about his friend’s gallery opening until a few days ago, but it’s going to be good to go and support them, especially since it’s in Boston,” Nicole nodded,

“Well, I’m happy to be here, you know I love Luca,” Chris smiled, he was thankful to have found such a great babysitter who was still with them after two years.

“I’m just happy you’re still around, it’s rare that you find such a long term babysitter, but Luca loves you too. He was so excited, as you can tell, when we told him you’d be coming to watch him, it has been a while after all.

“About a month,” Nicole agreed. Sebastian appeared from the bedroom looking spiffed up and ready to go in dark purple button-down, shiny black loafers, and grey trousers, his hair was swept back and to the side, long, but not yet shoulder length, more falling to the base of his neck, and damn, he looked good.

“Hey baby,” Chris said, coming over to hug Sebastian, Nicole couldn’t help but grin as she caught Chris’s coping a feel of his husband’s ass.

“Get out of here you two before you scar the munchkin,” Nicole commented. Chris just laughed

“I think that’s already been done,”

“No way,” Nicole said,

“Yeah, he barged in on us the other night, we thought he was completely asleep, it was like 2:30 in the morning!” Sebastian said in an exasperated tone, Nicole couldn’t help but laugh.

“What did you tell him?”

“He didn’t ask, isn’t forming sentences yet, we’re hoping he forgets.” Chris said, Nicole shook her head at the two,

“Go on, you’re gonna be late.” She said, Chris nodded,

“Luc, daddy and I are going, you gonna give us a hug?” He asked,

“No.” Luca answered, Sebastian laughed at the completely dejected look that crossed Chris’s face. He walked over to where Luca was playing with his blocks and picked him up,

“Daddy!” Luca said, beginning to laugh as Sebastian began to tickle him,

“Can I have my goodbye hug?” He asked, holding wiggling fingers a few inches away from Luca’s stomach, Luca squirmed and threw his arms around his Dad’s neck,

“There we go, you better go give Papa one too or the papasaurus might come out and eat you!”

“No!” Luca squealed as he wiggled down from Sebastian’s hold and over to Chris, who gave a playful roar as he picked Luca up and kissed his soft little cheek before swinging him around in a giant hug. He then held him on his hip, Luca grinned,

“Wuv you!” Luca said, Chris smiled back at him, giving him one more kiss on the cheek,

“Love you too, we’ll be back tonight. Be good for Ms. Nicole, make sure you get your bath.” He told him as he gave him a small pat on the bum before letting him run away.

“And Luca,” Sebastian piped in, Luca didn’t look up from where he’d gotten back to playing, “Luca,” Sebastian said again, waiting for him to look up, Luca finally did after placing a few more blocks down,

“Only two books, if Ms. Nicole wants to read you a third that’s okay, but I don’t expect to hear that you whined and cried if she doesn’t,” Sebastian gave him a pointed look with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Ok, ok, ok,” Luca said, waving a hand at his dad, Sebastian couldn’t help but scoff at the brush off, that would be something they’d be addressing later, but for now, he’d brush it off as well. They were already late enough.

-

Luca wanted dinosaur chicken nuggets and broccoli mac and cheese for dinner, Nicole did her best to provide with the recipe Luca pulled out for her after climbing on the counter to find it. After dinner Luca played with his toys again while Nicole took the time to review a chapter from her textbook for classes the next day. After that it was time for a bath, and Luca wanted bubbles and a bathbomb.

“Which bathbomb do you want?” She asked him, Luca picked out a green and blue one, they were all homemade by Sebastian and each had a toy inside for Luca to play with. This one had two pieces of bathtub crayon inside and Luca asked Nicole to draw with him on the bathtub wall. The bath took way longer than it needed to, but Luca was happy and giggling as she got him out to dry off. Nicole helped Luca into a new diaper and then let him go into his room to pick out a pajama shirt for the night. He came back to her with a Toy Story shirt and his Peep plushie, from Peep and the Big Wide World. He held up a book for her and she smiled, taking it from him.

“Alright bud, do you want to go read in your room or in the living room.” Luca walked off and she followed, living room it was. Luca pushed himself up onto the couch and sat down, grabbing his cup of water from the table. Nicole looked down at the book that was being requested tonight and smiled. “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? By Eric Carl and Bill Martin Jr,” She read out,

“Brown Bear, Brown Bear, what do you see? I see a red bird looking at me! Red bird, red bird, what do you see?” Nicole continued, making bird sounds, duck noises, and horse sounds as she got to each character, she pointed to each word as she read, and Luca touched the pictures of the book, laughing and then joining in once she got to the frog sounds. As soon as she was done with the first book, a second was pushed into her hands.

“Stellaluna,” She said, smiling, “Good choice, now remember, your dad said two books, so are you sure this is the one you want to read?”

“Three!” Luca piped up, holding up four fingers to her,

“Two,” She said, holding up two fingers back.

“Four!” He repeated back, instead, still holding up four fingers,

“Nope, Two,” She told him. Luca frowned, pushing out his bottom lip.

“Three? Peas?” He asked, so sweetly, this time holding up the correct number of fingers. Nicole sighed, he was too cute.

“Alright, three, one more after this, but that’s all!” She said. Luca grinned happily and climbed into her lap so he could see the book better.

“In a Warm and sultry forest far, far, away, there once lived a mother fruit bat, and her new baby…” Luca laughed at the pictures of Stellaluna trying to fit on the tree branch and Nicole couldn’t help but smile too. They were pretty silly. After the second book Luca pushed a gold-spine Disney’s Hercules retelling into her hands. By the time she was finished with that book Luca’s little eyelids were drooping.

“Alright, time for bed she said, and like magic Luca’s eyes were wide open,

“No! Book!” He said,

“I already read three books, remember, we agreed on three.”

“Not tired.” He said. She sighed, as he began to climb all over the couch,

“Luca,” She said, hands on her hips, Luca looked over at her, hearing the warning tone in her voice.

“Bubble guppies?” He asked, she sighed, turning on an episode for a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, he’d probably be out like a light soon after and then she could just carry him to bed, she agreed. Turning on the TV and scrolling through the On Demand channels to find an episode of Bubble Guppies, Luca once again curled up next to her and rested his little head against her arm. Sure enough, no more than ten minutes in, he was fast asleep, sippy cup lying abandoned tipped completely upside down on the couch. Thank goodness for spill proof cups. Nicole picked Luca up and carried him to bed, tucking him and making sure his Eyore stuffed animal was beside him. Luca snuggled up to the donkey as soon as he was placed next to him unconsciously. It was too cute. After she was sure he was asleep she headed back out to the rest of the house. Cleaning up the dishes from dinner and starting the dishwasher, she then cleaned up a few other things she saw lying around just to be helpful before settling in on the couch with a bottle of water of her own and her phone in hand.

-

The next morning Nicole woke up to a little face inches away from her own, she almost screamed but she stopped herself.

“Luca! How did you-” She paused sitting up, noticing that a blanket had been thrown over her and she was completely laid out and comfortable on the Evans’s couch, light streaming in from the large side window and the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen to her nose. She blushed furiously, had she really fallen asleep?! How unprofessional! That had never happened before! She had just finished her finals though and had been run ragged.

“Miss Ni-Cole!” Luca said happily, looking at her,

“Hey Luc, looks like I stayed the night,”

“Daddy said… daddy says I supposed to be quiet.” He said, “You were… you were sleepy.”

“I must have been,” She agreed, yawning and covering her mouth,

“Where are your dads?” She asked, he pointed to the kitchen.

“Coffee for you!” Luca said, “Come on.”   She couldn’t help but smile as she stood up, she was a little nervous though, to face her employers.

“Hey, good morning!” Chris said happily from where he sat at the table with a tablet in hands, Luca scurrying over to him, he multitasked as he picked him up and sat him on his lap as he aimed the conversation at Nicole,

“Hi, first off, I’m so, so, so, sorry, I understand if you are going to fire me, I’m so embarrassed!” She began to ramble,

“Nonsense, you were tired, and Luca was fast asleep, we didn’t really expect you to still be up when we got in, it was close to 3AM. Didn’t expect things to go for so long. Hope you weren’t supposed to be home,

“Nope, got my own place now, no roommates to worry about me,”

“Alright, good, really, it’s no problem, I assumed you were just pretty tired, if Luca had needed you he would’ve come out and found you. That doesn’t mean I want for you to do it again, but it was a one time thing, you’ve never fallen asleep on the job before, has she Luc?” Chris asked, Luca shook his head as he smashed two toy cars together.

“Breakfast?” Sebastian asked, coming up behind her, she almost jumped out of her skin in surprise, Sebastian laughed that low chuckle of his that all the girls, and boys fell for, her included, and she flushed red again before turning to him, She couldn’t help but grin at the “Kiss the Cook” Apron he was wearing.

“Nice apron, I’ve imposed too much though, so I’ll be going,” Sebastian frowned, his eyebrows pinching together, it really was an adorable face. And fuck, look at her, she had a crush on her two bosses who were married to each other.

“Come on, I made omlettes, and I made an extra for you! Join us, it’s really no trouble,” Nicole sighed but agreed, sitting down at the expansive granite topped table and letting Sebastian place a coffee, an orange juice, and a plate brimming with food in front of her, it was like a five star meal, her eyes widened.

“I had no clue you were such the cook! All the processed shit in the freezer…” She trailed off. Sebastian laughed,

“That’s for Chris… when I’m away, the two wouldn’t be able to eat otherwise.”

“Hey! I can make spaghetti, eggs, steak, and Italian meatballs,”

“And that’s all!” Sebastian shot back. Chris pouted. Sebastian laughed as he leaned over in his seat to press a kiss to Chris’s lips, Chris grumbled something under his breath that she couldn’t quite make out but he looked sulky and cute.

“Papa!” Luca said, immediately the smile was back in place on his face,

“What is it Bean?” Luca was holding out a raspberry to him,

“Oh thank you,” Chris said, and leaned down to let Luca put it into his mouth. He held out one to her next but Nicole declined,

“Oh no thank you, I’ve got my own here,” She said. Luca smiled and ate it himself.

“Nicole play with me?”

“I’m sorry bud, but I’ve gotta go home after this, but I’ll be back soon to play I hope, I think your dads said they need me in two weeks? Is that still true?” Sebastian nodded,

“Alright, two weeks then, two weeks and then we can play again.” Luca didn’t say anything but a little frown did graze his face before he went back to eating. Nicole insisted on helping with dishes after breakfast before she gathered her things and headed out the door, before she could get out though Luca came racing around the corner,

“Miss Ni-Cole!” He shouted, running into her legs, Sebastian smiled as he watched his son interact with her,

“Bye! I wuv you!” He said, Nicole’s heart swelled, he was such a sweet kid,

“Love you too Luc, see you in a little while,” She said. Luca then followed her out the door and stood on the steps waving goodbye as she got into her car to leave.

-

[cutiecrates]

Cutie Reviews: DokiDoki May 19

I was kind of disappointed in how my review for the TokyoTreat went yesterday, I mean, even though it annoyed me through various means I wouldn’t not recommend the box still.

Meanwhile, I was very excited for this one. I’ve realized that after doing two really big box reviews, I come to really appreciate the much smaller ones, DokiDoki and YumeTwins. In turn I feel like that makes me do a little better... maybe.

This months theme: Sweet Dreams

“Drift off into dreamland with May’s crate. This month’s theme, Sweet Dreams is all about getting you ready to settle down and get cozy for a good night’s rest. Oyasuminisai is the common saying in Japan to wish someone a good night, so this month Doki Doki Crate is wishing you sweet dreams and a good night!“

This month, the booklet features a fun illustration featuring Tomomi with the girl mascots of Japan Crate and KiraKira Crate having a slumber party. I love how they have cute crossovers between their brands like this x3 it’s a fun touch- did you know Tomomi’s boyfriend is the mascot from Umai Crate?

I also like how even though they quit making the comics, they’re still making original art now and then.

Suteki Crate

This month the Suteki Crate (special crate all subscribers have a chance to win, in case you’re new here) focused on the theme and stuck to the characters featured in this box. It makes me want to nap just looking at everything~

(and I just woke up like an hour ago...)

But I will point out that they have offered a Kirby Otamatone before. Probably a year back or so, I remember seeing it. Also, the adorable Sleepy My Melody plush goes great with the photo contest prize, a sleepy Kuromi plush~

My Melody Mesh Case

Our first item would come in handy when staying out of the house for the day, it’s a mesh pack/bag/case, which can hold many toiletries; hair brushes and accessories, toothbrush and toothpaste, shampoo, soap, etc. It features an adorable pale pink zipper to match the adorable patterned band around the bottom, which is covered in My Melody with some small forest friends doing various activities (and lots of adorable English phrases).

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

You know, I wasn’t ever into mesh containers like this, I always thought they looked kind of gaudy and they just didn’t appeal to me; but now that I’m older and I’m actually looking at one, it isn’t that bad. This would have come in handy when I was younger, I used to visit my grandma and spend the night/weekend a lot and my suitcase was always a pain dealing with. This could have lightened the load a little, or at least organized it better.

Also, it’s pretty big, I was able to fit in a lot of items and it didn’t feel too heavy or bad carrying. I did notice something though, the inside of the bottom section is sort of... thin cloth-ish, that kind of has me concerned that it might not be a good idea to get it wet, compared to the outside, which feels like it could handle that. Oh, I also noticed two holes in the mesh from the tag being cut, but I feel like it doesn’t really hinder anything.

San-X Towel

Also for bathroom/washing preparedness prior to bed or in the morning, we have a cute mini-towel featuring Sumikko Gurashi or Rilakkuma. As you can see, the Sumikko Gurashi group are out enjoying what looks like an autumn excursion :3 perfect timing considering it’s going on that season now. 

And yes, it’s on one of my cats. He wouldn’t leave me alone while I was trying to get pictures, so I tried making him comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

Well, besides being cute, I’m always impressed when we get towels like this because I don’t usually seen any around here. We have slightly bigger hand towels/rags, but nothing like this. It feels soft and nice, so I feel like this would be ideal for washing your face, drying off the hair, wrapping around the shoulders, using as a hand towel; it’s also the perfect size for wrapping up adorable pets~

(also, I noticed that when held up to the light you can see noticeable tag holes again. Not a huge deal though.)

Pajya Shark Plushie

Of course when you go to bed, you need a cuddly companion by your side to ensure sweet dreams or to help chase away the bad nightmares~

This month, we have an adorably colorful, pastel shark. The name Pajya is inspired by the fact that this was made with common Japanese Sleepwear in mind, which is usually in various soft tones and made from fluffy, soft material. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I love fluffy-soft things~ and I also happen to have a fondness for sharks; it’s a weird combination when you think about it, but I love it! He is very soft and sweet looking, and he isn’t threatening or have any teeth, so he’s a good buddy for all types and ages x3 I admit, the sewing could be a little better, but it’s not bad.

(This box has made me super-sleepy~  As of now I’ve only been up an hour and a half >3< But it’s probably because I stayed up until 4am, and I’ve been hungry and didn’t eat yet...)

Kirby Eye Mask

As we prepare for bed, our next item is an adorable eye mask :D featuring Kirby or Waddle Dee. I have a few eye masks and I enjoy using them sometimes (they especially come in handy if you have a headache or just need to relax, unless they squeeze your head too much...) but I don’t use them too frequently.

The mask has a sleek feel and is thin and made from shiny material. It has a really stretchy light pink strap, and the inner-side is cloth, featuring a dark blue star pattern. It also has a small black nose flap...? I’m not entirely sure how that works or what its for, none of my others have one, but I assume it’s just for a little additional comfort or to help support the mask.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

It’s very cute, and I love the concept of bringing in Kirby for this sort of theme. In preparation for the review I was very excited to use this, and it feels very comfortable. Sometimes when I use eye masks I end up pulling them off after a while because they’re kind of uncomfortable or start squeezing, and I admit that this one felt like that after a while- but at the same time it wasn’t nearly to the same extent and didn’t bother me as much. The thin material makes it feel sort of breathable as well, which is nice when my poor nose is stuffed up and I can hardly breath as it is.

I can’t help but relax when I wear an eye mask, so I can’t imagine a more suitable item for this theme~

Kirby Night Light

Our last item is an adorable partner to the Kirby eye mask; a light! Again, this is another great and perfect bed item, especially if you’re someone you might feel a anxious in the dark or need a back-up light. It would also just be cute for a little desk light or something.

This requires 3 AA batteries (not included) and it is available in 2 styles; this parasol blue one I got, and a pink one covered in black and white old style manga or pop art Kirby. We all know how much I love pink, but I also really like the rain, and have a lot of fun playing with the parasol ability/item in Kirby games, so I think I’m actually really happy I got this one.

And of course I wouldn’t leave you guys hanging. I did get it working:

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

The light is warm yellow (you know, the lights that seem kind of dim when you compare them to white lights? and yes I know it looks white in the pic, I had to brighten the image to make it see-able clearly) but still very bright; it ended up surprising me. I found it to be really soothing~

I also like the practicality behind this, if you didn’t want to use it as a night light you could use it as a backup flashlight (cause if you’re like us you have a bunch and they either die and you don’t replace batteries, or you lose them), or just to help create a mood- like telling spooky stories during a slumber party. 

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5. I have no complaints, I love these items :3 They’re very sweet and cute, and seeing them (and doing this review) makes me want to lay down to snuggle up with some of them~

Theme: 5 out of 5. I’m really happy to finally have a theme like this, I wish we’d get more bedtime items or themes. I feel like this is also suitable for all times of the year, and everything definitely went together to create a near-seamless box. I say near because some could argue well the bathroom items don’t count: but many people have a routine prior to bed, and some enjoy taking bathes before bed, so in a way yeah, they do count. Suteki Crate and the prize were also spot-on.  

Total Rank: 10 out of 10 Cuties. I know to some people they might argue that a bedtime theme isn’t very exciting but everyone could use a little unwinding, especially at bed. I wasn’t feeling tired when I began writing this but I’m probably going to go back to bed when I finish. I didn’t have anything going on today and I fully plan to take advantage of that. As much as I liked our prior box, I love this one even more! Keep it up Doki Doki~

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Kirby Nightlight - I love how it resembles an actual lamp x3 and I adore the pattern/print on both of the options. The glow made me feel relaxed- the only way it could be better would be if it had an actual rain effect or color change feature like my oil mister~

2. Pajya Shark - It’s colorful and sweet, it’s perfect for bed or just in a sugary sweet pastel setting. Very soft and cuddly. 

3. Kirby Eye Mask - I kind of find face-themed eye masks to be kind of corny, but when it comes to Kirby it’s very cute! It felt really nice against the skin and I can’t wait to use it again (probably after this review).

4. Towel - It’s very cute, I can’t say the color scheme does all that much for me but I love how it’s fall/autumn themed and goes with the upcoming season. The cats really like it too.

5. My Melody Mesh Case - I think it’s sweet and soft on the eyes, but I know I won’t get much use out of it. I could use it now to do some organization of my items in the bathroom (or some others, which I’ll probably do) though, so it’s really practical.

[gguksgalaxy]

Engraved pt. 24

Masterpost

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Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. But it might not be that simple. Words: 5402 Notes for Update: 40 Warnings: Mentions of suicidal thoughts, blood, injuries, murder, death, loss of parents, angst ANGST! Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Chen X Reader A/N: I REGRET NOTHING WARNING! HEAVY ANGST UP AHEAD!

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How do you react when you wake up with pure fear running through your veins? You didn’t know, but as soon as you felt him still beside you, you were wide away, heart pounding far up your throat. The steady beep in the room didn’t fully sink into you until you heard doors slam open further up the hall.

The heart monitor showed a flat line, but you barely saw through your vision already blurred with tears. Jongdae. You looked at him, his face had fallen to the side, towards you. And you shook him. “Jongdae?” There was no response. “Jongdae!?” you cried, yelled, when the door behind you opened. Someone stormed in but you didn’t care who. Your fingers were still intertwined with his as you shook his shoulder, hoping for any sign of life.

Junmyeon was the one slipping into the side of your vision, leaning over Jongdae and pressing his hands to his chest. CPR, he was performing CPR, pressing his chest in steady beats. “Angel, step away.”

“No,” you cried. “Jongdae please, please don’t leave me.” Maybe you weren’t aware of anything right then, running your fingers through his hair. The heart monitor falling in line to Junmyeon’s steady movements. You cried, whimpered, did anything, but you weren’t going to let him go. No matter how often Junmyeon told you to leave.

More people entered, voices filled your ears. But all you saw was Jongdae, lifeless on the bed, lips parted and skin paler than before. “Jongdae!” You yelled.

Someone wrapped his arms around your body, and you tried to fight them, trashing on the bed. You weren’t going to leave him, if he was to go you had to be there for him, you had to. Nobody was going to take that from you. The persons hand slipped under your leg and pressed it close to your chest. Someone else pried your finger from his. You screamed, afraid, upset, everything all at once. “Dae!”

Something caught your eyes, Lay, moving something into the room. The name of it slipped your mind but you knew it might save him. Or it wouldn’t. There was a voice by your ear, trying to whisper calm into your mind, but it wouldn’t work. Everything you had was focused on him, trying to somehow find a way to let him know you were there.

The plushy, it was beside him, where you’d left it. But his hand, it was empty, and you cried. Tears streaming down your face as your voice grew hoarser with the minute. You were moved further away, your captor bringing you to the ground and holding you there. His embrace was warm, but it wasn’t doing anything for you. You wanted his warmth, his voice, his smile. Jongdae.

Lay cut the bandages off Jongdae’s body, revealing the bloody gauze over his wounds. You stared, falling still, breath slowing down. He pressed the metal to his chest, yelling something that was dulled out by the numbness in your body. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Like the world almost stopped for a second. As Jongdae’s body bowed of the bed to the shock of the machine, only to limply fall back like a rag doll.

“Please.” You whispered, “I love you.” Knowing he couldn’t hear you, he’d never hear you again. Not anymore.

Kyungsoo pov

He wasn’t sure what to do, you weren’t reacting to him. But you’d stopped fighting him. You’d almost gone limp in his arms, your back against his chest and one of his arms under your left leg. He sat back, watching you watch the scene in front of you almost as if hypnotised. The first time Lay yelled ‘clear’ you gasped, and then your whole body almost spasmed as he gave Jongdae the first shock. Like you could feel whatever it was he was feeling. He heard you whisper, “please, I love you.” Like a last plea for him to return to you.

Kyungsoo put a hand on your head, turning your face to press you close to his chest, shielding you away. To protect you. “Shh.”

You followed his guidance, suddenly clinging onto him, tears still streaming down your face. With each shock they gave him it was like they gave it to you, and it hurt him to see you like this. You were shaking, broken in his arms. The way you’d screamed when he’d tried to pull you away, ear deafening, or when Xiumin pried your fingers from his, to give Lay room. He’d never thought he’d see you like this. It was so different from yesterday night, this was almost scaring him.

But now, you were calm, he could see your eyes weren’t closed. They were wide open, staring to the side, as your breaths came quickly through your nose. “Angel.” He whispered, but no reaction came as you trembled when Jongdae received yet the fourth shock. Kyungsoo leant you back slightly to look at you, only to see your eyes roll back into your head. “Angel?!” he called, shaking you lightly.

Sehun came over to him quickly, looking at you with concern. He pressed a hand over your head. “I think it’s the stress, get her out of here.”

“No,” he said, looking at Jongdae on the bed as Junmyeon pressed steady beats to his heart. “Not until it’s over.” He wasn’t going to take you away before that, you’d never forgive him. Even if neither of you were awake. He couldn’t.

He stared at Jongdae’s body, the scene going on by him. Xiumin was watching by the end of the bed, knuckles tightened white on the bedpost. His whole body was tense, even though he claimed to not care about Jongdae.

The leader turned around, hair messed up, eyes landing on your body in Kyungsoo’s arms. For a second he was sure he saw…surprise or worry, not sure which of the two. Only for him to turn back to Jongdae.

“This is the last one.” Lay mumbled, setting the handles to Jongdae’s chest, Junmyeon stepped back, just and Minseok did. And then, when he fell back to the bed after the last shock, the heart monitor started up. Showing a shallow but steady beat.

***

He’d changed your clothes into something of his, and pulled you under the covers with him that night. He’d held you close and hoped you were okay when you woke up. But he knew better, you were going to wake up distressed, wanting to see him.

It was already 6pm when you did wake up, slowly, stretching out beside him and groaning. But then you tensed in his embrace, and he held you down. “Angel it’s okay.” He whispered against your hair.

“Jongdae.” You gasped.

He nodded. “He made it.”

You trembled, a small sob breaking your lips as you pulled him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Kyungsoo brushed his fingers through your hair, whispering soft nothing into your ear until you pulled away from him again. “I want to go see him.”

“Angel.” He sighed. “Eat something, take a shower. Someone’s with him right now.”

“No.” You shook your head. “I have to be there when he wakes up, you don’t understand.” He looked at you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.  “What happened?”

He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles. “You passed out yesterday.”

You coughed, rubbing your throat. “I don’t remember everything.”

“He flatlined, you wen’t crazy, screaming, when we tried to get you aside to let Lay help him. That’s probably why your voice is a bit rough.”

To his surprise you just nodded, not trying to make light of your actions, trying to explain yourself. Not that you needed to. If he hadn’t understood how important Jongdae was to you that night you two fought, he definitely knew now. “Do you want to eat something?”

“No, I’m going to see him.”

Kyungsoo sighed. “Okay.”

“Don’t look at me like that.” You mumbled. “Like I’m doing you wrong.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, that wasn’t at all his intention. It hurt him to see you cry like this, sitting next to him, broken and small. “That….I just want you to take care of yourself okay?”

You nodded softly. “Right now he’s more important though.”

Kyungsoo leant over, pressing his lips to yours. “I know Angel, I know.”

He watched you get up, taking a pair of his sweats from his closet and putting them on, along with the red sweater he had neatly folded on the desk. The door opened slowly, revealing Xiumin in jeans and a white shirt.

“He woke up about 30 minutes ago, but all he’s been able to mutter is your name.”

***

Your pov

You stared at Minseok for a second, before you tried to dart through the door beside him. He grabbed your upper arm. “Angel, listen to me.”

“No, let me go, you should’ve come get me the moment he woke up.” You snarled at him, prying his fingers from your arm.

“No, listen. His brain had a lack of oxygen for a good few minutes, he might experience some brain damage. Most likely amnesia, okay?”

What…but he remembered you right? He was asking for you. “Let me go.”

He slowly let go of you for you to sprint down the hallway into his room. “Jongdae.” You stopped once the door was open. He was still in the bed, still pale, still so sick looking, hooked up to equipment. But his eyes were open, and he turned his head to you as soon as he heard your voice.

“Angel.” He said hoarsely.

You couldn’t do anything but break out in tears then, stepping over to him, lacing your fingers into his outstretched hand. “Hey.” Both of you completely oblivious to the other two men in the room, you sat down beside him, brushing his hair away from his face.

His body was weak, but he raised his hand to brush away your tears with a soft smile. “Don’t cry little angel.”

“Before you two have your cute little reunion, he’s still not in the clear okay. The next few nights are still critical even though he managed to wake up.” Lay said from next to the heart monitor. “There’s a pager by the bedside table, if you need me, call me.” He walked out with his hands in his pockets, Suho following him without a word.

You turned your attention back to him, the way his mouth corner twitched up as he saw you. “Are you in pain?”

He licked his lips. “Morphine.”

That would do the trick yeah.

“Come here.” He motioned for you, and you leant down to somehow give him an awkward hug. You pressed your face against his neck, his cheek against your temple. “I’m here Angel. It’s okay.” Those were the words you’d told him the night before. “Shh.”

He was warmer than yesterday, and you wanted to pull him so close, but you didn’t want to hurt him, so you let go. In his other hand, he had the plushy, the little dinosaur.

“You broke into my drawer?” he asked, holding it up.

“Jongin did, I couldn’t do it.” You mumbled, and he squeezed your hand softly.

“It’s okay, I’d have done the same.” His voice was hoarse but soft, and it made you much calmer. It was so good to have him here, but nothing was sure still. He could die tonight, you could still loose him. “Hey, stop.” He said suddenly, making you look at him. “It’s alright.”

You frowned. “I can’t loose you Jongdae.”

Your best friend closed his eyes, silently thinking. “I love you, you know that right? Did Xiumin call you?”

“H-he did.” You stuttered.

“I thought I’d never see you again. That I’d…go alone.” His voice broke,and a tear slipped from his closed eyes. You reached out to catch it before it’d disappear into his hairline. His heartbeat picked up a bit, and you knew he was working himself up for nothing. “But you’re here.”

“Your memory.” You asked. “Is it okay?”

“I…strangely enough feel fine apart from being weak.” He coughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “I was dead for a few minutes.”

You lifted his hand, kissed the top of it and held it against your cheek to warm it. Then he opened his eyes and looked at you with such grief you almost grew scared. “I was there.”

“What?” He frowned.

“When your heart stopped, I was here, beside you. T-They pulled me away to save you, but I was here.” You said between the tears.

Jongdae looked at you, eyes scanning over your face. “Angel.” He breathed, “I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t be.”

He chuckled, and coughed. “Lay down with me,” he asked, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows in what might’ve been discomfort or pain. “Hold me.” He whispered then. “Like before.”

You complied easily, slipping under the covers and stretching out beside him, feeling he was still cold. With an arm under his head you pulled him close, letting him lean his cheek against your chest. Like before. Like the night you told him about what happened to his mom, when you barely knew him, and he collapsed in your arms and cried himself to sleep. You didn’t let him go. And you haven’t since.

“Do you remember that night?” he asks, finding your hand and lacing your fingers together again on your stomach.

“I do.” You answer him. “Every moment.”

“Was that when everything started?”

You think about that question, but the answer is easy. “No, it was the night I saved your life.”

“I still don’t understand why you did it.”

“Neither do I, but I know I did. I don’t regret it.” You whispered, pressing your nose against his hair. He smelled like antiseptic, blood, and him. It made you feel sick and safe at the same time, if that was possible. His breaths were slow, and you just laid there, holding him close as if he could disappear if you let go. Neither of you really spoke, you didn’t have to. Your eyes still started to tear up, that lump in your throat returned.

You tried to take a steady breath, stay strong for him. But it was hard, and tears slipped away. Rolling down your skin, disappearing into his hair on one side. “Dae.” You whimpered.

He tightened his grip on your hand. “Little Angel please don’t cry.” He said. “Please. I don’t want to see you like this. If this is the last time I see you Angel please let me see you smile.” He said, voice broken and forced.

“It’s not the last time.”

“It might be Angel.” He said, pressing his face closer to you, lips moving against your skin. “You’re wearing my sweater?” His fingers left yours to play with the ribbon of the hood, twisting it.

You sighed. “I love you.”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to your skin. “I know Angel.”

There was a but on his lips, but he didn’t speak it. You took his hand again, he was trembling, and you wish you could do something to stop it. That you could make him feel safe and home like he did for you.

“I’m not afraid.” He said. “I…I’m not afraid of dying anymore.”

The night, when Minho had pressed a gun to his head and you’d stopped him from pulling the trigger. He’d cried, he’d seemed so small and unfit for the world he was in. His name was notorious, one of the best thieves around here. But he cried because he was afraid to die. You’d told him don’t fear it, accept it when it comes because it’s part of the world he’s in, and his fear has no place here. A year later he’d gotten it tattooed on his chest. Now you wished he hadn’t done that. You couldn’t help but wonder though, if there was a ‘but’ lingering on the end of his sentence. “But?”

“I’m afraid of leaving you.” His whispered, so low you could barely hear him. “I…am okay with letting go, if this is where it ends for me that’s fine. But-“ He cut off his sentence there, and you had no words. If he was going to leave you, you wouldn’t recover.  

“Wh-what do you want me to say?” you whispered in return.

“I don’t know.”

“Please don’t go.” You said, voice cracking, trying to keep in the sobs to not shake him too much. “I can’t loose you, I can’t do this without you.” To avoid crying all over him you tilted your head back, looking up at the ceiling. “Don’t make it sound like you’re just going to give up. Please.”

His hand squeezed yours again. “Look at me, come.” You didn’t move for a good minute after he asked, trying to calm yourself down. Taking steady breaths to the sound of the monitor wasn’t helping much, he felt so weak. So unlike him. But you unwrapped your arm from him, and laid down beside him, facing him with your eyes closed.

You felt his fingers, wiping away your tears. “Look at me Angel.” He said, voice so soothing and warm it only made it worse.

With tears still running, you opened your eyes to look at him, finding his eyes glazed over but a soft smile splaying on his curled lips. The sight you never thought to see again.

“Listen to me Angel. You don’t need me, you’re strong. If I don’t make it I know you can do this, okay? You have Kyungsoo, he loves you, I’m sure of it. He will help you with whatever you need. It’s all okay.” He swallowed thickly. “I’ve had what I wanted in life, there’s nothing more for me than this.”

“What?”

“Listen okay. This life, it’s not for me, it never was. But there’s no way out, and I hate it. You were the only thing, the single thing here, that made it durable. That was worth fighting for. Without you…” he closed his eyes, furrowing his brows. “I never told you, but, that night, when my mom died. That night after you left, I-“ he stopped heart rate picking up immensely. “I sat on the bathroom floor with a bottle of pills in my hand for hours on end. I was so sure it was my only way to freedom. What was there for me left to strive for, I was a criminal, my only family dead. But my mind wandered back, to you, and I thought…maybe she will stay with me. Because you said you would, even though you pretended to dislike me before. I put the bottle away only to find out you had disappeared and that they were looking for you.” You saw the tears, under his lashline, daring to fall over his cheeks. “And you were, you’ve always been there for me, and I couldn’t have asked for anything more in these years. For anybody to love me more than you did. But you know that all I’ve ever wanted was to be normal, to have a family, a job. And I don’t see it anymore.” The tears escaped, and you watched them roll down his skin, almost reaching out to wipe them away. “There’s no way out, I’ve been loved, I’ve lived. It’s enough.”

You shook your head. “How can you say that? After everything. Please let me help you, there’s a way out Jongdae, for you too. If it’s the last thing I do on this god forsaken earth I will give it to you. But please don’t give up like this.” He opened his eyes, and stared at you. “I need you, and I know it’s selfish, but I do. I can’t do this without you, no matter how much Kyungsoo loves me, or I love him. You know I can’t.” You sobbed, and sobbed, and he looked at you, when you doubled over and shook.

His arm came over your shoulders, awkwardly pulling you closer until he could press his lips to your forehead. Until he could press your face into the crook of his neck and whisper in your ear. “Don’t cry little Angel, please don’t. If I go like this I can never forgive myself. I don’t want to see you hurting like this, over me.”

But you couldn’t stop, it was too much, overwhelming. You didn’t want to be selfish like this, but you didn’t want to loose him. “You can’t go, please don’t. I promise you, it’s out there Jongdae, everything you want.”

“Listen, you don’t have to go make promises to me you can’t keep, you don’t have to lie to me Angel. You know that right? I will love you no matter what.”

“I would never lie to you. Ever. Not about this. I want to see you happy, and if I loose you, I want you to be happy. I want you to have lived the life you deserve. And that is not this.”

He rubbed his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you calmed down in his embrace. “Angel, damnit.”

“Please.” You begged him.

“It’s…not like I’m going to end it. But I’m just…tired, okay? I just wanted to be honest with you. I never meant to hurt you like this.” He fumbled on the side, and then pushed the plushy between the two of you. “I’m not going anywhere. If you need me like this, I won’t go. I promise.”

Had he thought you were overreacting? That you didn’t mean it when you first said you needed him? Would he ever believe you if you actually lied to him and said you didn’t? “I love you, so much.”

“Shhh, I know, I love you to little Angel, I do.” The way he said your nickname, made you smile against his skin. Here you were warm, in his arms, safe and home. But he wasn’t, he wasn’t safe right now here, in your little cocoon that had brought both of you safety in the darkest of times. Nothing you did right now could make him get better faster, nothing could assure him staying. All you could do was wait and it was already testing your patience.

You nodded, letting go of him a bit, so that he could go back to a more comfortable position. He turned onto his back, groaning. “I’m sorry, you didn’t have to hurt yourself for me.”

“Shut up will you?” he stated, and it would’ve made you laugh if it wasn’t for this hellish situation.

You stared at him, the bandage was still on his ear, and you wondered what was underneath it. It was still there right? “Are you tired?”

“A bit, you?”

“Yeah.”

“Then lets sleep, okay? Come.” He couldn’t put his arm under your head, but he reached his other one out to your arm, placing it over his stomach and pulling you closer to his side. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, pressing your lips there for a mere second. “I promise, when you wake up, I’ll be here with you okay. I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the top of your head, and you closed your eyes. Listening to the sounds of his breath.

***

You woke up, fingers still splayed on his side, cheek still resting against his shoulder. And he was snoring, loudly. It made you chuckle, because it was a sign he was doing okay. Normally you’d have kicked him under the sheets, but not now, he could snore all he wanted.

Your fingers were intertwined with his, on his stomach, the plushy squished between the two of your. It was warm, he was warm. And everything showed he was doing better. His heartbeat and breathing were steady, and there was even a bit of colour in his cheeks maybe. You leant up to kiss his cheek, smiling softly. You had hope now, that he was going to be okay.

“Angel?” You turned around in the bed, finding Minseok standing in the doorway. The expression on his face was familiar to you, and you knew what he was going to say.

“I don’t want your stupid apology Minseok.” You snarled at him.

He sighed, hands in the pockets of his slacks, he was going to go to a meeting or job. “I just want you to know we haven’t been able to locate him. Baekhyun, Sehun and Chanyeol have been on it ever since Baekhyun felt well enough again. I wanted to send Kyungsoo with them but he wants nothing to do with me at the moment. Understandable. I’ll be gone for tonight, but if you need to discuss anything Suho will be here, and I’ll be back tomorrow.”

You frowned. “You’re going to let me stay here?”

The leader shrugged, putting on his jacket. “I don’t want to have to organise another haphazard rescue mission to your place. Plus it’ll ensure Kyungsoo and Chen stay under my supervision and don’t stray of to your place constantly. We’ll also close the club, for safety.”

For some reason you didn’t have the breath or will to reply to him. So you just nodded.

“Oh, Jongin’s girlfriend is here by the way.”

“What?!” You gasped. “What’s she doing here?!” Your mind had totally not processed the fact that Jongin was here and that it meant they’d gone to find him at Miyong’s place. God, they better leave her alone.

Minseok clicked his tongue. “Well, I traced his phone, thought it’d be safer to have him home. Suho made the call, since he was getting Jangmi too. I have to go now, but I’ll see you later tomorrow.” He gave you a short nod and stepped away from the door, letting it slowly fall shut.

You turned to look at Jongdae, who was still fast asleep. His lips were slightly parted, and he looked a lot more peaceful than he sounded. Your fingers found his hand, rubbing circles on his palm. That’s when you saw his ring was still on your thumb, the only finger it would fit on.

“Angel?” Baekhyun’s voice came from by the door. You turned around to find him wearing sweatpants and a knitted sweater. His read hair was dishevelled and his eyes seemed more droopy than normal. “How’s he doing?” Baekhyun looked small, and vulnerable, and his eyes were trained past you on your friend.

“He’s getting better.” You smiled softly.

The hacker took a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“Hey,” you said. “I’m so sorry you got caught up in this.”

He looked at you, eyes widening. “I…It’s okay, it’s part of the job.” He mumbled. “It’s just that, he’s my friend, and I thought I lost him. There was so much blood Angel.” There were tears in his eyes, and your heart reached out for him.

You stood up, leaving Jongdae’s hand on the plushy, and going over to Baekhyun. You hugged him, arms going around his shoulders. He leant his head on your shoulder. “Listen Baek, this whole thing, it’s messed up. We’re going to do our best to fix it okay? I don’t want you to get involved, but we’ll need all of you.”

He nodded. “I shouldn’t be scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared, I’m scared as well.” You let go of him, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Hey look at you two.” Jongdae croaked from the bed. “Cute.”

Both you and Baekhyun laughed. “I see your humour is here.” Baekhyun commented.

You smiled when you saw Jongdae smile. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He answered.

Baekhyun chuckled. “I see you two are still having a moment, you better watch before Kyungsoo gets jealous.”

Jongdae and you both rolled your eyes. “Baekhyun.”

“Yeah, I’m going, I’m going. Get better soon Dae.”

You went back to the bed once Baekhyun was gone. Jongdae took your hand in his, twirling the ring around your thumb. “Did you take this?” he asked.

“No,” you slipped it off. “I found it on the floor when I got back, it must’ve slipped off.” With care, you put it back on his finger.

“One day I’m going to loose it, my dad’s hands were much bigger than mine. Or well, I think.” He mumbled, frowning. Jongdae’s father died in a car accident when he was 10, so he doesn’t remember much about him. But sometimes he tells you little things he remembers, like how his father used to make him hot chocolate milk in his shop. He was a woodworker.

“You can always wear it on a chain if you want, or get it altered?” you said.

He looked at the ring but shook his head. “Altering it feels wrong.”

You remembered what had happened to his mother’s ring, how he’d accidentally dropped it and stepped on it. He’d thrown it away in rage then, but you’d fetched it from the trashcan, it was safely stored inside your box. One day he was going to need it, you just kept it as surprise for that day. “Jongdae?”

“Hmm?”

“Yesterday, what got into you?”

The look on his face was almost as if he was caught lying to you, but not quite that. The raise of one eyebrow, more than the other, wide blinking eyes and parted lips. “What do you mean?”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t need you anymore?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know, maybe I convinced myself you’d be okay without me a bit too often.”

You sighed, squeezing his hand. “If you choose to go, on your own accord, and live the life you want I will be fine. Because I know wherever you may go you will be happy. But if you die like this, no, I wouldn’t be okay. Of course I wouldn’t be.”

Jongdae nodded, thinking hard about what you had said. “Is there no other way?”

You laid down beside him, looking at him, eyes scanning over his facial features. “Other way for what?”

“What if I told you that the life I want includes you?” he continued before you could butt in. “Not that I … want to marry you or something. Could you imagine that, we’d kill each other living together with kids.” He laughed a little. “But just, like this. As us, as my Angel. Can’t you come with me? You and Kyungsoo?”

You sighed. This was a topic neither of you had touched upon ever again once you’d made clear how it was going to go. You’d talked about it in the clearing a far drive away, after you’d had sex giggling on a blanket under the stars. It seemed romantic, and maybe it was, but the two of you were too different. What you wanted in life, what you strived for, was so opposite that it would never work out. Either of you would have to give up things you would never for anybody else. So you’d made the compromise. “Jongdae, don’t do this.”

“I’m just asking.”

“I could.” You answered honestly. “But I don’t want to. It’d bring unnecessary danger and complications with it. If you take me with you, you take the life with you, that’s not what you want. I cannot be part of your freedom, I am the shackles that hold you here.” You whispered the last part, not sure why you did.

He looked at you with sorrow in his sparkling eyes, a deep dark brown you loved. “Okay.” Jongdae chewed his lip, nervous habit that had tormented him till his lip was bruised and swollen. He was working over something in his mind, a question, a scenario, a possible future. Something that worried him more than it probably should. “Can I ask you something?”

There it was. “You can always ask me anything.”

“No this is…you’re going to think the wrong thing. But I’ve always wondered about it, and it’s been bothering me lately.”

“Jongdae, I know you, better than anyone. I’m sure I’ll understand.”

He sighed deeply, furrowing his brow in pain as his chest rose and fell too much for his injuries. “If everything had been different, if we had been normal, would you have given us a chance?”

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Ruin

Written for the RumbelleShowdown 2017 under the name Chalk Dust

Round 2: Longing, Dragon hide, Hard came the rain

The winding walk to the castle was difficult as it was tedious, made no easier by the endless rain. No doubt it was meant to deter people like him from bothering the Dark One, or maybe it was to test his desperation.

Whatever the reason, by the time he made it to the doors, his ankle couldn’t support his weight and he was soaked through. He must look positively wretched, with his hair plastered to his skull despite the hood of his cloak, and the cloak itself heavy with rain and clinging to his starved frame.

The Dark One would take one look at him and turn him away, laughing.

He wondered, not for the first time, if it wouldn’t be better to just…give up. The world wouldn’t blink at his absence, and the people in his village certainly wouldn’t. He had no one and nothing in this world. Well, almost nothing.

He clung to his staff. He would at least try.

He squared his shoulders as much as he was able but when he went to knock, the doors swung open of their own accord. Luckily, he managed to stifle his yell; he shouldn’t have been so surprised, this being the home of a mighty sorceror. Of course there’d be magic about.

The spinner forced himself to take a deep breath, and took his first step into the castle.

The doors closed silently behind him as soon as he had limped far enough across the threshold, and he tried to quell his shaking as he waited for the Dark One to appear.

After long minutes when nothing happened, he thought maybe he was meant to go to the Dark One himself. That seemed too much for his wee heart to take, but with a firm grip on his staff, he walked down the hall.

He came across another large set of doors, the frame rising in a wide arch, the doors already swinging open, inviting him in.

He entered into a grand dining hall with a large hearth, high ceiling, and a long dining table, on which there was a woman in a light blue dress placing a tray of tea things. Though her clothes were simple, they were very finely made, and he was sure the stitching would put his best work to shame. She turned, the beginnings of a smile blooming on her face, and what a face it was – beautiful, dark curls framing a strong jaw, and her eyes were a piercing blue, like ice, but they held only warmth.

Almost immediately, the smile turned into an expression of surprise, but the warmth remained.

“Oh,” she said, “I didn’t know we were entertaining today.”

He felt himself blush as her eyes swept over his form, taking in his sodden appearance and shabby, worn clothing. He shook his head, trying to say, “No, I’m not a guest,” but he was quite unable to utter a sound.

“You must be freezing,” she exclaimed. “Come, sit down.”

Her hand pulled at his elbow, and he was powerless but to let her peel him out of his cloak, then show him to the warm fire burning in the hearth and the large, plushy chair that she pushed him into, the velvet of the cushions nearly swallowing him whole.

The spinner stared at the fire, the heat wrapping around him like he was sure an embrace would feel.

“Milk?” the woman asked sweetly. “Sugar?”

He looked up to see the tea tray had been moved to small side table, and the woman waiting patiently.

“I don’t…” he tried, but the words wouldn’t make it past his throat. He didn’t know – he was stranger to such luxury. He couldn’t afford sugar and the local herder had refused his patronage for years.

Hardly bothered by his inept silence, the maiden poured him a cup, adding a spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk. Carefully she handed the cup over, and the spinner was relieved that he had managed to keep his hands from shaking enough to not spill the tea all over her dress.

“Please, madame,” he finally croaked. “I need to speak with the master of the castle.”

“Master?” said a high-pitched voice. “Oh, I quite like that.”

There, leaning against the hearth and oblivious to the flame licking at his back, was the Dark One.

The spinner startled badly at the sudden appearance, the cup falling from his hands and spilling across the floor. He winced as the cup cracked against the stone. All he could do was stare in horror at the puddle, at the delicate porcelain where it lay in pieces.

“Oh, now look what you’ve done,” the woman scolded.

“I’m sorry,” the spinner whimpered, devastated in equal parts that he had disappointed her after she had shown such kindness while simultaneously ruining any chance he had at a deal.

“Not you,” she said warmly, bending down at his feet with a rag to soak up the mess he had made. “It’s not your fault at all that the mighty Dark One is rude.”

“That’s my chair,” The Dark One snarled in response.

The spinner squeaked, ready to bolt from his seat at the first sign that was what the sorcerer wanted.

“Then conjure another,” she said, putting the broken pieces of the cup back on the tray.

“Why must you insist on coddling all of my clients?” he growled, but he waved his hand, and a larger chair poofed into existence, the cushions wider, the gilded accents more golden. He took a seat, slouching and crossing his legs petulantly.

His boots were heeled and laced all the way to his knees while his coat was stiff and coarse. A corner of the spinner’s brain thought it might be dragonhide, and he firmly decided he didn’t want to know how it had been acquired. His skin glittered in the firelight, his claws sharp and black, and he wondered if maybe the Dark One wasn’t a dragon himself. What really caught the spinner’s attention were his eyes: the pupils were large and yellow and looked like a pair of twin stars.

The spinner’s gaze settled on the floor where the wet spot was still visible, but before he could even plead, the Dark One did nothing more than roll his eyes.

“Hardly worth throwing you in the dungeon.” He sat back, staring at the spinner pointedly. “Out with it. Why have you come to sit in my chair and break my tea cups?”

“My sheep are dying, master,” he stuttered, his mouth dry. He wished he hadn’t spilled his tea.

The sorcerer’s lip twitched. “You came all this way in a storm for sheep?”

“They’re good beasts, master, and my livelihood. They’re all I have in this world.”

The Dark One steepled his hands, though his face remained impassive. “How many have you lost?”

“I had a modest flock of fourteen. All but five now are gone.”

The spinner tried not to flinch under the unblinking, starry gaze. “I’ve heard whispers of you, Spinner,” he said softly. “Rumor has it you stole away the baker’s newborn from her crib and gutted her at the crossroads in a bid for dark magic.”

A whimper bubbled up from his chest. “No, master, please.”

“Calm yourself, lamb. You are no more a babe-killer than Belle, and I would know if you were in any possession of magic.”

The spinner jumped when something touched his shoulder, but it was only the woman, Belle, and she was looking at him with such sympathy. It almost hurt him like a physical thing; he had forgotten what other people could be like when they weren’t cruel.

The Dark One hummed, and turned his head, finally looking away from the spinner, his eyes unfocusing and going dull. “But you’re wrong. Your flock is down to two.”

Again a whimper rose from his throat. He knew he should have come sooner, but he had been so afraid.

“What is it you want, Spinner?”

He began to tremble again. “I long for somewhere I can live in peace.”

“That’s easy,” the Dark One giggled. “As for the price, you’re in luck: I happen to be in need of a lamb.”

“Master?”

“Your remaining ewe. She is set to conceive triplets during the next mating season, and I require the first born.”

The spinner nodded readily.

“In the meantime, you will stay here.”

The spinner stopped nodding. “What?”

“It’s safe and warm,” the Dark One cooed, “and you and your sheep won’t last if you return home. No, you will stay here, where you can care for them and where I can guarantee I receive my payment.”

Belle’s hand slid from his shoulder to clasp his hand, and she smiled.

The Dark One and his maid were both so beautiful in their own way, but if life had taught him anything, it was to look where flowers hid their poison. But what choice did he have?

“I will stay.”

[1d-sexualdesires]

Prt. 2 Based off of: You can't ask me to do that

So the deal was on and Y/N was nervous and excited for their first whatever it would be. Everything was continuing as normal, but now every time they looked at each other there would be a moment of tension and then they'd look away, it was unprecedented for Y/N to put herself in this kind of situation, but she asked for it and now here she was. It was a Friday night and their friend group had made plans to go out dancing- something Y/N or Harry weren't very good at- and drinking. So Y/N griped about it all afternoon until Sophie just accepted it and told her to stay home if she would be whining all night, which was excellent. Then Harry told Niall that he had a paper due at midnight and he still needed a few pages. This was partially true, he just needed to write the conclusion, which would take about fifteen minutes, but Niall and Louis didn't need all that information. Y/N was already anxious because he would be coming over around 9 and she had showered 3 times that day (showers help her relax) and since she was still jittery she opted for a bath and some champagne. Just as she was pouring herself a delicate looking flute her phone rang beside her, causing her to spill and knock the glass over onto the ground. "Shit!" She squealed, and answered the call as she muttered nonsense, "Damn it, fuck... Hello?" She mumbled, too busy trying to not step on any shards since she was barefoot. "Are you alright?" Harry asked mid chuckle. "Yes, yes... it's just that my phone startled me and I missed while I poured the champagne and then knocked the glass onto the ground and it's a right mess." She explained and he smiled, she was absolutely adorable, he just laughed a bit and she frowned. "S'not funny, H." "It is, though. You're always getting yourself into these... odd predicaments at odd times and it's quite adorable and amusing." He confessed. It was easier to say when he wasn't in her face. "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say." She griped and he chuckled again. "Anyway, did you get out of club night?" He asked. "Of course! But I always get out of it." She elaborated and he chuckled again. "That is true... well I'm just wrapping this essay up and I'll head over." "Sounds good." She affirmed and there was a pause and she bit her lip before speaking again. "Harry, I'm so nervous... look, if I faint-" "Oh my god, Y/N stop being a drama queen, you won't faint. Maybe after what I do to you..." he muttered quietly. "What did you say?" "Nothing, said you'll be fine, don't worry just ease up a bit, I'll be there soon." "Okay, bye." "bye." - - - Y/N was an even bigger wreck... 10 minutes into her bath she could no longer soak. The damn bath bomb wasn't even dissolved all the way when she pulled the plug on the drain and lit all her candles to make it smell extra nice. She decided that she should be comfy, but presentable... so she put on decent undies (because she didn't want him to think that she was trying too hard) and some cute floral pajama shorts and a v-neck that was a hint risky (Once worn in it revealed the little bow at the center of her bra). She felt comfy and clean and then her stomach growled. She was a wreck. Meanwhile, Harry quickly finished his assignment and then hopped in the shower. The mere idea of experiencing Y/N in the way he was about to had him hard and achey, but he had to ignore it and put it off for a few hours... besides he wasn't sure what exactly would happen today... he just knew he had to kiss her and hold her hands, and feel enveloped in her. Soon enough his hair was fixed a bit, and his sweats hung low in his hips, his sweater zipped midway, and some sneakers on his feet. He decided he would use cologne to remind her that it was indeed him she was with, then he headed to his car. When Y/N heard the knocks on her door she panicked and then hurried over and let Harry in. "Hey, ummmm, so I was thinking we can watch a film and ease into it?" Y/N suggested and he nodded. "Yeah, that's alright. What are e watching?" He inquired as he let himself fall into the couch. "You can pick something." She said tossing him the remote, "Do you want something to drink?" She asked. "Water's good." "Okay, I'll be back." She said before scurrying off to her tiny kitchen. Of course he had a glance, her legs looked smooth and that shirt was a smidge risky, he just situated himself and pushed away the mind frame of the horny teenager that seemed to reside in him and picked a film. When she returned she sat beside him and he started the film, the lights were dimmed now and he just wanted to kiss her. He had been waiting so long. Y/N on the other hand was shaking, her head seemed too heavy and the smell of his cologne wasn't helping that feeling. She really was anxious... the film was 40 minutes in and he had scooched closer, but her heart was beating erratically still and she honestly felt that she was going to pass out. She shifted towards him and he turned to her, eyes saying, 'what is it?'. She looked so worried and nervous, her eyes were confused and her lips nearly in a frown, fingers shaking as they tangled with each other and then she took a big breath. "Harry, if I fain-" "Y/N..." he chuckled, taking her face in his hands, "You're not going to faint." He said quietly, eyes boring into hers. "Promise?" She whispered, eyes gazing down to his pink, plump lips, then back into his eyes. Something about his touch had her completely enraptured. "I promise." He uttered lowly, allowing his thumb to run up her jaw. Her skin was as soft as he imagined, and her eyes fluttered closed, things were flowing. "Hey, look at me." He implored and she nodded, her eyes flitting open lazily. He was lost... she was breathtaking and everything he'd ever wanted. He wanted to say it, but it would ruin everything... but he didn't have to actually say it. His eyes bore into hers and then he glanced down at her lips. So supple and pink, just waiting to be kissed. So he leaned down and just hovered for a moment, this was about to happen. He could feel her warm puffs of air just halt for a second and he had waited enough. He just leaned in the full way and pressed his lips to hers. One, two, and three short kisses were given before he pulled her onto his lap, their breathing ragged as her hand slid around his neck and pulled him towards her mouth. Her bottom lip was tucked between his and he felt as if he was in heaven. Every hair on his body stood and he felt his whole upper body flame up, his hands holding on to her waist before sliding down to her hips. Y/N was reeling, her heart was hammering in her chest with his lips on hers. He suddenly bit down on her bottom lip and she moaned, fingers digging into the curls at the nape of his neck and she grinned. "Like it when I do that?" He rasped out and she nodded before he connected their lips once more. He took his teeth to her lip gently and after a good nibble he let his tongue run along it, which made her freeze for a moment parting her lips a little to allow him entrance. The kiss deepened and she had never felt so close to a person. It was like they were in this space together; a space where all worries and fears were gone. Everything was good and she felt like she was on the clouds, she felt safe and secure in his arms. She had never felt that before. "Show me what you know." He said and she nodded, kissing him a few more times before grinding her hips down into his lap, causing him to groan. The friction was incredible and sunk down on the couch, allowing her better access and she didn't let up until he was nice and hard for her. Y/N was nervous to say the least. She was worried if what would come of this moment, she wanted to do well. She tugged at the pant's drawstring with uncertainty before tugging the material down. She let her hand squeeze at him over his boxers and her eyes grew wide because he had a big prick... yet again her last time touching a prick was when she was a teen. She calmed herself mentally for just a moment before tugging at his boxers making him push them down a bit, just until his cock could be free for the material. "You 'ave a big prick, Harry... why didn't you tell me?" She whined softly. He was a bit lost because she was holding it in her hand now and his teenage boy side was overcoming him right about now. He let his head fall back, as if this would help him retrieve an answer. "Why would I brag about my cock size?" He half laughed and she shrugged, trying to ward off a giggle. It was quite nice, she thought, as she let her hand stroke it a bit. She looked to his hands and could see them burying into the couch when her thumb would rub at the tip and so she did it once more and elicited the same reaction, so she added it in more often, watching him groan and wriggle about gave her confidence to dip down and lick at the head when a bead of precome threatened to run down from his tip and down his thick length. "Oh fuck." He muttered and she wanted to hear it again. It did something to her, it awakened a part of her she hadn't visited in so long. So with this newfound confidence she sank to her knees at the edge of the couch and took his tip between her plushy lips. Harry's lips parted in shock at the warmth and wetness of her mouth, but then her tongue started working on his tip and she started sucking and holy fuck... he wanted to come. Y/N sank a bit lower, one hand stroking at his base, the other holding on to his thigh. She loved the way he was trying so hard not to fuck into her mouth and refraining from doing more... she could tell he was. On the other hand he was working up the courage to open his eyes and see exactly what was going on. He knew that this would not last five more minutes. Her lips felt too good, her tongue was too smooth, and the little huffs of air coming from her nose and tingling his lower tummy were driving him wild. He decided to just look, so he looked down with lidded eyes and cursed at the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips. But right then her hand moved from his cock and pressed to his balls where she squeezed a bit and he moaned her name shamelessly. "Y/N... just like that baby." So she picked up her pace and massaged at his balls until his back arched up. "I'm gonna come, fuck..." he mumbled breathlessly and she went back to stroking at him as she sucked his cock as much as she could until he tugged at her hair in an effort to get her off, but she didn't let up and sucked until he groaned loudly and she felt his come spurting onto her tongue. She swallowed it all and sucked at him gently until he rode it out. His thumb grazing at her cheek to get her up, and her eyes fluttered open to see him all disheveled, cheeks tinged red and he just pulled her forward and pressed his lips to hers. She was perfect. After a few moments he pulled back, catching his breath, their foreheads pressed together. "You're great... swear it." He whispered and she pressed her face into his neck, hiding her blush. "Thanks." She barely whispered and he chuckled. "Now tell me... has anyone ever made you come?" He asked quite blatantly and he felt her stop breathing for a moment. "Not really... but like now?" She asked, her words tickling his neck. "Mhmm, there's no better time. You don't have to undress, I can just work at it from your under knickers." He explained, and she bit her lip. She did want to feel good... "What do y'think?" He asked once more and she nodded into his neck. "Turn around for me. Face away from me." He elaborated and she nodded, situation herself on his lap and had her place her legs on the outside of his. Her heart was beating wildly, she was so anxious, but she wanted this so badly. She let out a shaky breath as his lips pressed to her neck and she let her head roll back onto his shoulder. "Just enjoy it, don't think about it." He said and she nodded as his hand slid down from her waist and to the seem of her shorts. She tried to clear her mind, but she was so distracted from his lips on her neck and his hand tickling her skin snd when he finally got the seem of her shorts she flinched and he hummed against her ear. "S'just me. S'Harry." He reminded snd she loosened up, letting her hands rest against the couch cushion. And so he let his hand slip under her shorts and he ran his fingers along the band of her knickers before speaking once more. "M'gonna do it now, okay?" He asked and she nodded. She was so tense the whole time his fingers wriggled doe the front of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating off of her. How had she been surviving for this long. He cupped her for a moment and she gasped when he did so, tensing up, but as he just held his hand there he started rubbing slowly, his fingers gradually sinking through her slit and feeling how wet she really was. "You're so wet." He mumbled and she moaned when he just let his fingers dip at her entrance to collect her wetness and he dragged them up to her clit when he rubbed tentatively. After a few strokes she tried to close her legs, but his own held them apart and she wriggled around, little whimpers leaving her lips as he rubbed faster. "S'good, really good." She managed and he grinned. "What do you feel?" He asked and she sighed breathily. "Tingles... just feels so nice." She whimpered. "Focus on that good feeling, Y/N, let it consume you." He whispered to her and she shuttered, before he started rubbing with a little more force and then she gasped. She was even more wet and he wanted to get a taste of her, but that would have to wait. "Oh my- Harry." She squeaked, her legs attempting to close around his hand, but this only made him rub quicker, her back arching from his chest and hand flying back to catch in his hair. "Fuck, I think- oh fuck." She moaned as his free hand pressed her to his body and the her legs trembled as her high hit her, but he didn't let up. He slowed down and let her ride through it, her moans were music to his ears and when she calmed he began rubbing quickly again, and her hand shot down to try and stop his but her grip was weak and she gasped, her movements halting. "Harry." She whimpered into his neck as he felt her coming again, his fingers sticky with it and after that one he did stop. Slowly, but surely he did and she was like mush in his arms, legs twitching a bit and breathing altered. He wiped his fingers on his jeans and moved her to her side, and he lay behind her holding her close as she let it sink in, he just let her ride that lovely cloud for as long as she could. And when her breathing final evened out she intertwined her fingers with his, causing his heart to do flips in his chest. That was the best part of the night, besides getting to kiss her, he thinks. "Thank you so much... that was... wow." She whispered. "I know. It was for me too." He assured her softly. His hands was running up and down her side, easing her. "Can't wait for the next one." She said and he smiled and pressed a kiss to her cheek. - - - "So what'd you two do over the weekend?" Niall asked as he walked in on the two on the couch watching Sherlock. They ad decided that s sleepover at his would be nice after their little activities because he has the comfiest bed, Y/N wouldn't miss the chance. But Y/N's face grew red and she turned around, choking on whatever was in her mouth at the mouth. "We were just studying, you know? Homework and stuff." Harry said quickly and Niall eyed them suspiciously as Y/N recovered. "Okay..." he mumbled before heading back into his room and Y/N looked to Harry with relief. "S'okay, I would never tell Niall." Harry said and she smiled softly. "You're safe with me."

[aerostoriesforyouall]

The Boy Gives Life &... (episode 1 part 1)

The Boy Gives Life &...

 Episode 1: The Lacinho Doll

           Charlie’s parentes, along with him, entered by a gate in a big house; the house’s door, itself is opened by Julia’s mother; the parents greet each other, and everyone enters the house.

              Charlie is amazed by the house.

- Your friend is in her room, Charlie – says Juliana; (Julia’s mother) – Wanna enter?

- Yes... yes...

         Juliana takes him to the house’s corridor, while they walked, he was amazed and astonished by the corridor’s frameworks. Charlie, along with his friend’s mother arrives to a door that had written in a little sign:

“Beware, this room belongs to Julia”.

- Honey, your friend is here – says her mother, knocking on the door.

- Ah, tell him to enter, ma.

- Oh, you’re really not keeping the door closed, little lady.

- [sigh] Alright, fine – Julia opens the door, greets her friend, and let him enters the room – Don’t you touch a thing, got it?

         The mother goes back to the living room where the guests were.

         The little girl’s room was filled with huge plushies and dolls.

- Wow... – Charlie was astonished.

- Very cool, uh? – says his friend, picking up a rag doll that was on her double bed – This is Lacinho... it means Little Bow in english; my first doll ever; I’ve had her since I was one year old.

         The rag doll looked old; and its face was drawn. Its hair was red, its “skin” was slightly bit “parda���; (look it up); but with “freckles”. This toy wore a blue dress with two pink hearts in diferente sizes; brown shoes with White socks. Her name was probably because of the little purple bow on her hair.

- A... aa... wantmetogivelife...? – asks the room’s owner friend and guest.

- Uhum – “says”/agrees his friend – I Always wanted to know what she has to say to me.

         Julia sits the doll on the ground; and then, Charlie’s hand starts to glow as he’s touching and giving life to the toy...

         For some seconds nothing happened... but then, Lacinho opens her eyes, slaps the boy’s hands and says while doing fight poses:

- Your hand is too close, little guy! Get away because I ain’t afraid of men, ya know?

         Her voice was weirdly of an adult woman. She keeps going:

- So, where the heck is the one who made me alive in this place?

- An...? – says Charlie, confused while rubbing his slapped hand.

- It was him that gave you life, Lacinho, yeah, this tired faced boy there – says Julia.

- Huh, eh? Didn’t notice you there, girl, who are ya? Are you the one who Always cleaned and brushed me?

- Exactly me, so you do have memories of that?

- Yeah, I do and I’m glad you’re a female and not a male. I can’t even imagine how many atrocities a boy would do to a rag doll like me, dude.

- Ah, so you don’t need to worry, he isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed... hey, introduce yourself to Lacinho.

- ...Hi... I’m Charli... – he says while waving at the doll...

         Who says:

- Ain’t he cute... are ya two pals?

- Yeah, exactly... – Julia clearly begin talking in a sarcastic manner to him – “Gimme a hug, ma friend”

         She starts to laugh, and the doll, with a smile, comments:

- Didn’t expect u knowing sarcasm at such Young age, lady.

         Charlie then actually hugs Julia for both the girl’s surprise.

- No no no, Charlie, it was a j-joke – says Julia while blushed and getting him away – It was a joke, you silly.

         Lacinho giggles and comments:

- I ship you two so-very-much, hihihi.

- No no no no he is just a friend of mine, that’s it, he-is-a-friend!

- Yeah right... just joking, girl, I already know you’ve been friendzoned, little guy.

- But it’s the truth, Little Bow, he is just a friend, I’m serious.

- I know that, bestie, it’s just a silly joke – the rag doll walks to the door, and points with her hand to the corridor, saying – Can I meet better your parentes now that I can speak?

- ...Well, sure, of course, let’s g...

- But please ya two come with me, since a moving and talking doll might be scary, ya know... – she puts her hand in her chin, and finishes with a smile and other intents – On the other side.......

 - Did you see what the Octla did now? – Leonardo; (Julia’s father) says in the middle of a conversation between the adults.

- Those are just a bunch of thieves – says Sarah.

- Exactly, these should totally hey hey, - the boy’s parentes stops after seeing the children approaching with Little Bow.

- Hi, Darling – says Juliana – Have you come to introduce Lacinho to us?

         The daughter held the still doll on her arms. She says:

- Ma, uhh... it seems there’s something  on her face...

         Julia approached the doll to her mother, just so she could pick the toy.

- Hm? Really? – Juliana picks the rag doll, and starts to analyze it – Hmm... I don’t see anything wr...

- BLABULABLABULABLABULABLABULA!! – Lacinho “shouts” in the mother’s face.

- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!! – Juliana throws the rag doll, almost hitting the ceiling.

         The rag doll recompose herself in the air, flipping and “falling with style” on the living room’s table close to the adults.

- Hahaha, it’s just a joke, woman, this Charlie guy here gave me life, I’m good, seriouslly – says her.

- Uhm?! What?! Oh yeah... oh yeah, I had forgotten about that... – says Juliana.

         The boy’s parents looked up. Julia’s father wasn’t in the sofa anymore.

- You can go down already, Leonardo – says his wife...

         And then he falls harshly on the sofá while Charlie’s mom get slightly bit awnkward by this fall and her husband spooked.

- Relax, this wasn’t the idea of your kids, it was mine, woman, hehe – says the rag doll while she jumped in the center of the table, stretching her hand then to her owner’s mother – Name’s Lacinho; or Little Bow if you like, nice to meet you, gal.

- Uhh... my pleasure uhm... – Juliana then thinks of something, and stretches her hand to the doll with a short smile – My name is Juliana, my pleasure.

         The mother then “shakes” the rag doll’s hand, with a loto f strenght; squeezing the doll’s hand.

- Damn gal, you’re Strong, but I feel no pain in this body – says “Little Bow” with a smile.

- Pff, really now – says Julia with a cocky smile – Mama, show us what you got.

- Exactly, little doll, take a look – Juliana raises a little her shirt, to show her ripped belly – A lot of gym and effort gives me that result.

         The rag doll gives a shy and short whistle as to show she was impressed, and asks:

- How many you can?

- At the moment, 155.

         Another short whistle by the rag doll, and then she says to the others:

- Ah, hello for you guys as well.

         While the doll greeted the other adults, the kids observed.

- Teehee, awesome, I have the coolest doll ever – says Julia to herself, and the says to her friend – Alright, Charlie... since you gave me the most awesome doll ever, you desserve a prize, you can have my hu...

         He was distracted by a framework of blue roses.

- Hey, I’m talking to you, silly – says her, while giving two soft slaps behind the boy’s head, gaining his attention – Since you gave me the coolest doll ever, you desserve a prize; my sincere hug, but don’t get used to it.

         She actually hugs him, he doesn’t know how to react, but then she lets him go.

- Ah, I knew there was something going on between you two – comments Lacinho, sarcastically smiling while looking at them both.

- No no, I was just giving him my sincere hug as a prize for giving life to you... speaking of that... Father! Mama! Can I change to his school?

- What?

- I wanna go to his school, meet new people and show my doll to every boy and girl, can I?

- But why don’t you show it to your friends from the school you’re already on? – asks Leonardo.

- Ah dad, this is because I won’t be able to show the cool things that Charlie can do; and because...

- We have to talk this better, sweetie, we can’t decide a thing like this so fast. – says the mother.

- Ah common I wanna go there already why don’t... you... why uhh... – Julia stops her tantrum after seeing her mother’s venomous eyes – Alright alright, I’ll play, uhh... Charlie, let’s see some cellphone games, yes? Yes, let’s go.

         Both of them go back to her room.

- Ok, uhh... Sarah, now that they’re not here anymore, how is Charlie’s school? – asks Juliana.

         The boy’s father feels a little awkward, but the mother answers for him:

- It’s a public school, but don’t you worry... uhh... but before, how is the cardo f Julia’s school?

         Juliana picks a card; (like playing cards). Sarah do the same thing.

- Alright, Infrastructure 10; Technology 10; Price 10 Danger 2... and Teachers... 3 – the little girl’s mother read Julia’s school card.

- Wow, it’s a prestigious school... – says the mother of the little boy, who starts to read his school’s card – Alright, Infrastructure 4; Technology 4; Price 0... Danger... 6 and well, the Teachers are 8 at least...

- 8?? That high??

- Actually it’s almost 9; this school uses mosto f its governamental budget with teachers.

- And if the problem is Danger, I can protect her! – says Lacinhp, who was still in the room.

- What? You’re still here? – asks the daughter’s father.

- Yeah, I’m here yet – says the rag doll confidently, while punching the air – And I’ll be ready to protect your daughter!

         The four adults stay in awkward silence, while looking at each other.

- Uhh... you do know that you’re a rag doll... do you...? – asks Juliana.

- Hmm... hey! I can give some good ol’ scares in whoever decides to mess yer daughter, I mean, no one will be prepared for a doll who moves by itself; and even less for a doll who actually attacks the others; I may not have strengh but sure I’ll scare them a lot.

- But doesn’t that mean you can’t move until someone... hmm... – Marcos thinks aloud.

- Even then, just me moving if someone decides to mess with her will be enough, ya know... – she starts to look around and changes subject – You guys seem to be a little... rich...

- Oh, my husband is an tailor and Works in a doll factory – says Juliana.

- Oh come on, honey, did you really need to say it out loud? – answers this husband, obviously being a little ashamed of his job for some reason – Wasn’t enough you’ve saying that I am a tailor?

- Don’t worry, man, we’re not gonna judge you, I’ve been working in the Le Mauie toy factory for 15 years for now – says Marcos – And there I am na administrative assist...

- Wait a second, Le Mauie? It’s the rival company of where I... work...

- Ah, but I’m sure this won’t affect our relationship...

         Both of them look away for a little, trying to disguise the awkwardness.

- So, I’m sorry to interrupt the chit chat, but... you said you were a tailor, isn’t that correct? – Lacinho asked to Leonardo.

- Uhh... yes... why do you ask...? – he questions.

- It’s just an idea that I had... – the doll looked at both of her hands...

(it will continue in part 2)

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Cutie Reviews: Kawaii Box June 19

I don’t have much to say for this one, but I decided not to include the prices and such. I know I probably should but I don’t actually know if it serves any purpose...

Word of the month: Ma-meido - Mermaid

Chocobar Z & Marukawa Kirby Mix’n‘Match Gum

This is unusual, I’m beginning with the snack items first. For this month we got 2 of them, the Kirby Gum and a Special Surprise Treat, something they also did last month, but it was a bonus item rather than a snack. So this is an item I’m semi-familiar with, pretty sure I had one before.

This is pretty much a chocolate umaibo; but it’s not of the Umaibo brand and they have their own chocolate flavor. This reminds me a lot of it, but it has a bitter aftertaste and it’s much thicker. It also brings to mind a chocolate breakfast cereal, it’s pretty yummy. But I wasn’t able to locate it on Blippo.com.

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Our next item is a delicious Kirby packaged gum set. Basically you have so many flavors of gum that you can chew separately or mix to get a new flavor, as you can see by the pic.  

I had this years ago back when it first came out and it’s essentially the same, but I noticed right away that before it only had 4 flavors (Yogurt, Mystery, Apple, and Orange), and you could make a few of the same combinations, one of which was actually cola, which was removed because it’s is a flavor now, along with white grape/muscat and soda.

Of course, being a curious person I sat down and tested everything; and once I did I still had a good amount left over. Here was what I thought: 

Cola - a little tangy, tastes like cola candy.

White Grape/Muscat - normal muscat/WG candy, but my tongue felt like I had a little salt on it from this one. No idea why. 

Soda - typical ramune or soda flavor, very yummy, hard to mess up.

Orange - tastes like orange tic-tacs. I loved these when I was little.

Apple - a sweet apple, delicious~

COMBINATIONS

Soda + Apple = Champagne - It was unique but I’m not sure if I liked it or not. It confused me.

Soda + Cola =  Gingerale - Same as above, and I’m not sure it reminded me of gingerale either.

Soda + WG/Muscat = Melon Soda - A strong melon taste with a hint of grape! Very tasty.

WG/Muscat + Apple = Wine - Weird -_- but it tasted better over time.

Apple + Orange = A fruit mix? - I mostly taste orange and couldn’t tell what it was supposed to be.

Soda + Apple + Orange = Vitamin Drink - It was very tasty with a strong citrus flavor.

WG/Muscat + Apple + Orange = Pear - Like the gingerale one, I found it hard to tell if I liked it and if it tasted like what it was meant to be. This one felt a little more successful to me, but I was still unsure.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

None of the flavors tasted badly, I really like them. The flavor lasts for a bit, maybe like 10-15 minutes; and weirdly enough, every piece I spit out had a really pretty pearlescent color and they all came in a different color of the rainbow! I’d recommend these; especially if you like Kirby!

Round Neko Plushie Charm

(Sorry about the items in the background~)

Our next item is an adorable plushie charm based on a round kitty. They’re the purrrfect size to roll around in your hands and squish on when you don’t have a squishy available or just want something different. They also come in a variety of cute kitty colors and patterns and they are completely stuffed with filling.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

As cute as the kitty is I have to admit, the face detracts a fraction of cuteness away from it in my opinion, but I still think it’s very sweet looking. It’s decent looking in terms of sew job and if you like firm plush then I think this would be a good one to get; but I prefer squishier, softer plushies and if you look at the picture, doesn’t the whole thing feel a little unbalanced? It might be easier to see in person, but it kind of bothers me a little.

Dreamland Puffy Stickers & Mermaid Nail Stickers

I love panda bears, so I thought this pastel themed sticker sheet we got was very cute! Besides the panda we also have cute flowers and clovers, birds, and bubbles. Oh, and if you’re wondering they’re sadly not scented.

Rating: ♥ ♥ 

This bothered me, because I ADORED these. But they get a 1 or 2 out of 10 on the puffy scale, they have a very slight puff to them in appearance, but when you press them they’re very hard. I find them ultra-kawaii but if you’re looking for actual puffy stickers, then you’re not going to be satisfied with these.

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Besides adorable panda clovers, we also get a cute mermaid themed nail sticker set by Snow Fox. Specifically these are their 3D Design Nail Stickers, due to have a 3D element in the form of cute little diamond accents. These are perfect for summer or if you just like mermaids; I especially love how they look like Ariel.

So.. because I didn’t use these yet, I decided not to rate them. Also, I’m pretty sure they’re just like any other sticker; there isn’t much you can say about them and you could probably use them on other things if you wanted to.

Aiko Little Mermaid Face Towel

As of late we have been getting adorable exclusive Kawaii Box/Blippo.com goods featuring the adorable Aiko-chan~ They always fit the theme and they’re made in really good quality too, I love them and it’s such a nice touch to personalize the box more x3 But you can also buy them off of Blippo.com. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

It’s on the smaller side, but it’s perfect for a hand and face towel/rag/wash cloth. The details are really nice, it’s spot-on with the theme, and it feels very soft, and it’s small size makes it very handy for putting into numerous things you might want to bring with you.

Little Twin Stars Key Cover

This item is a bit random (in my opinion) but it’s still cute! This is a Sanrio original item you just pop on over your keys to add a touch of adorableness every time you pop them out, and it includes a ball chain so if you don’t plan to use it for the intended purpose, you can just turn it into a cute charm or keychain. 

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I like Little Twin Stars, but Lala has always been my favorite out of the two. I was a little disappointed I didn’t get her, but I still think they’re both really sweet and adorable. The chain is good and the key cover is made from rubber with really nice, but simple and bright detail. It even has molded on writing on the back for the branding that looks amazingly crisp and clean.

Our Little Mermaid Notebook & Puffy Narwhal Sticky Notes

To go with our theme, we have these 2 cute writing stationery items by Tree in Art; a gorgeous mermaid notebook, which I’m sure you can tell is a lot bigger than what we usually get in these boxes; I was surprised! And it came in a few variations, all with a lovely watercolor/pastel theme.

The paper is basic lined, nothing fancy, but it has Discover Your Senses written on the bottom of each sheet. I like how it seems to go with the image.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

So I know you can judge paper quality by doing various things or using various pens and coloring tools on them- but I don’t really know paper at all, so I can’t really do that. But I mean, I didn’t notice anything wrong with the paper the one time I’ve used it thus far, I wish the pages were a little more decorative though to match the outside.

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I don’t really know anything of the Tree in Art brand, but so far I’ve been liking what we get. It’s very soft and sweet looking, like this puckered lip narwhal sticky note set o3o

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I really like the detail they put into the backing of these, you can see it in the pic right? It’s a very cute touch to go with the very cute sticky note image. I could see these floating around quite quickly in the office or school among friends~

Also, these tear very easy. Not easy enough that they won’t stick to each other, but easy enough there’s no issues tearing them off.

Kawaii Jellyfish Pen

Our last item, and one of my most favorites in this months box is an adorable Jellyfish themed pen :D besides having a cute, simple design on the tube using various pastels and pink tones, there’s an adorable jellyfish charm hanging from the top, the main attraction! The jellyfish feels like a light plastic and has fabric strands as the tentacles; it can also be taken off if you wish to turn it into a keychain, or a charm for a necklace or something.

The pen is a fine tip, and these came in a few color variations if I recall.

Rating: ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

I love love love it~ it’s so adorable and fun looking, and I love fine tip pens x3 you need to give them a few seconds to dry when using them, but they right so smoothly. It’s also really fun to use the pen and watch the jellyfish wiggle around on the tip.

♥ Cutie Ranking ♥

Content - 5 out of 5: I really liked this box, all the items were well-made and seemed thought out, and like usual we got a mix of things. I didn’t see any real quality issues or problems.

Theme - 4 out of 5: Only half of the box fit the mermaid/sea theme; but to be fair, the other half seemed to fulfill the fantasy side. Lately Kawaii Box has been confusing me with its themes and items, but I felt like this one was really obvious :3 perfect for summer too!

Total Rank: 9 out of 10 Cuties. Besides one or two little issues with a single item (and they were minuscule and only my opinion), I felt like this box really picked up the pace after the past two or three boxes. I liked them but with their confusing themes and lack of items fitting them, this one nailed it! Everything is really kawaii and fun, I’d recommend this box!

♥ Cutie Scale ♥

1. Mermaid Notebook - I love the gentle colors and overall sweetness of the cover. I do wish the pages were a little more matching with it, but I still really like it.

2. Jellyfish Pen - it’s so cute the way it sways around~

3. Narwhal Sticky Notes - Very cute, I love how decorative the clear backing is to go with them.

4. Kirby Gum - I love Kirby, and I really did like this gum so it was really fun to experience how it changed over time.

5. Aiko Hand Towel - Perfect for the summer season x3 Aiko-chan looks so cute. 

6. Dreamland Puffy Stickers - Very sweet and cute, they give me a dreamy vibe that I love to look at them; but I was disappointed by the lack of puffiness.

7. Mermaid Nail Stickers - They’re so pretty, I’m a little afraid to use them~

8. Chocobar Z - It was delicious~

9. Neko Plushie - I was surprised by this because I love cats. But I don’t know, I just wasn’t feeling it.

10. Little Twin Stars Key Cover - it’s cute but I don’t know when I’ll use it and I feel like out of everything its the least practical for me.