#I don't want to improve the magic I just want to have a normal arm

[a-consuming-passion]

Me playing for the first time: Oh, how nice, an option to get MC's arm back and get rid of that ugly steampunk arm thing.

Me five seconds later: Never mind, it gets replaced by ugly magic swirls that you can never get rid of 😔

[jymwahuwu]

Food for thought, High-cloud Quintet era:

Jing Yuan, Dan Feng and Yingxing helping their innocent Darling (same darling bc its fun!) with "Stamina and Flexibility" training fwhile (and esp when) they have darling assist them in their work after a certain Sword Champion turned their request to be a disciple down for the nth time.

To make it more fun, there is no fixed schedule plan as in order to be a warrior, one must always be prepared to deal with unexpected situations after all:

- Dodging random and unexpected tendrils made of water by a certain high elder to test ones reflexes.

-Maintaining their concentration when meditating whilst being strapped down on a... "concentration training" machine made by a certain blade smith.

-Maintaining concentration and ability to strategize whilst being folded into different poses during a match of star chess with a languid Lieutenant.

For example, whilst also having to assist them while they work. They are busy people, you can't expect them to take time off their schedule to dedicate it to training you alone, would you?

-one of the peeps who hunts the comments section

This is so delicious, I immediately thought of what that would be like… 😌🫶

-CW: yandere, abuse of trust, overstimulation, sex machine

You are so naive and innocent... You are all focused on how to improve your strength and contribution, and you don't realize that there is something wrong with their "training"…

Dan Feng:

Imbibitor Lunae has the ability to manipulate water, weave rain and dew, create storms, and even split seawater, so training with water is really something you can expect. You just didn't expect…High Elder's training to be so…random. From HSR's description, we can know that Vidyadhara possesses a technology called cloudhymn magic, which can make them almost completely invisible and appear quietly around people. So… you were attacked completely randomly.

The water occasionally sprays onto your underwear, wetly revealing the shape of your sexual organs inside. You squirmed uncomfortably and closed your legs to avoid others noticing that water was dripping between your legs for no reason… You didn't want to be thought of as a weirdo who was in heat anytime and anywhere…

Dan Feng didn't even come to you on purpose. He showed no emotion when he did this. The High Elder sometimes wiggles his fingertips a little and your underwear is soaked, and then he goes to have lunch and deal with the daily affairs of Vidyadhara. Sometimes, your chest will also get wet, causing two puddles of water on the clothes on your chest. It's so embarrassing! You have to cross your arms over your chest to cover it up and then go change.

But…the "training" that requires taking off clothes is different. Dan Feng asks you to remain still. For an hour continuously, the warm water sprays on your private parts, the effect is like masturbation in the shower… You have to resist moving. This is a challenge of endurance and willpower…

Yingxing:

This talented weapon forger has gained a good reputation most of the time… Many people have commented that he is arrogant, but Yingxing does have the qualifications of "arrogance".

You trust Yingxing. He is so sweet and builds those weapons for you for free. He put decorations on the weapons he gave you and engraved them with beautiful patterns that suit you.

So… Even though Yingxing gave you that weird "concentration training" machine, you accepted it. That machine is automated…or it operates according to the program created by Yingxing, with more than ten modes.

In the normal mode, you only need to sit on the dildo of the machine (what Yingxing did not tell you is that the shape of the dildo is according to his…), and be penetrated deeply and trembled at the frequency of thrusting. This machine always seeks out your sensitive spots and stimulates them long-lasting and thoroughly. In full mode, your hands and legs are immobilized, and your nipples are caressed and rubbed for constant overstimulation.

Yingxing asks for your feedback and improves the machine. Maybe you should consider some suggestions…

Jing Yuan:

Jing Yuan coaxes you - this is about concentration and strategic skills training. If you can't strategize without interruption, you will suffer defeat in combat. He's just doing it for your own good. This…sounds reasonable?

At least once a day, you have to play chess with Jing Yuan, but the distraction is that you have to sit on his cock and fiddle with the chess pieces. He unbuttoned his pants and took out his fat cock, which was erect. He held his chin, narrowed his eyes and smiled, urging you to sit up. It took you a lot of courage to sit on it for the first time, and the unfamiliar cock almost split you open. So…thick and long. You moaned softly with every inch he thrust in, and his thumb rubbed your private parts to help lubricate you. Sitting completely on it is a terrifying experience. Pleasure bewilders and corrupts your brain…

Maybe this is what Jing Yuan meant by "training"? About whether you can focus on strategizing.

Of course you are… unable to focus. It collapsed in a few steps. Your fingertips tremble as you place the chess pieces. The brain cannot think about the next strategy and route…

After a few months, you get better at it, a little bit, but every time you get close to reaching "victory," you're screaming and bouncing on the general's cock, missing the chance of "victory" in orgasm...

[ask-sibverse]

I Love Your Shattered Series So Far! I Hope You Continue It!

Planning to, lol. I'm semi developing a direction for this

It was strange. You'd lived alone for years. You'd only lived with Shattered a few months. And yet, it was kinda lonely when he left you at the hideout to investigate leads.

You ended up training a lot, mostly messing around with your magic. You hadn't used your fire long enough the first time, but it would set normal clothes on fire. Just slower than a regular fire would. So Shattered had gotten you clothes meant for fire elementals that you could use during training or when you went out with him. It's not like you were on fire other times.

You had a few reasons for wanting to be stronger, but the most important reason was so that Shattered could take you out of the hideout more often. Both to protect him and because you were starting to feel a bit stir crazy. Strange, you used to hate leaving the house for anything and now you hated being cooped up. You also wanted to kick Killer's ass for stabbing you like he did. You weren't really a vindictive person before meeting Shattered and you weren't sure why that changed, but it didn't bother you.

Regardless, you felt moderately more competent at using your magic by the time Shattered returned. He scolded you for overdoing it with magic usage when you'd just healed from an injury but to your credit, you were brand new at using magic and had no idea what overusing it felt like.

He sighed. "I suppose you have a point. Get ready to go, I found something that might be a solution to your situation."

"Already? That fast?"

"The fix itself will take time, you're not getting away from me that easily."

You snorted. "Fair." You left to get ready, putting on fireproof clothes just in case you'd need it.

Shattered took you to a "surface AU," one of the various classifications for AUs you'd been learning about in your spare time. This was probably at least a neutral AU, as Shattered had said he couldn't enter positive AUs anymore. You wondered what had changed, and why. But you didn't ask.

"The Sans of this AU managed to change their Frisk from a human to a monster," Shattered explained once you'd arrived. "Monsters are made of magic and don't have all the vital organs humans do, so if you became a monster it would mean you wouldn't have a pancreas and wouldn't need one."

Monsters didn't have a lot of the body systems that were damaged by having diabetes as long as you did, honestly. It might just seriously improve your life. But... Giving up your humanity? You weren't sure what to think about that.

"Let's actually talk to the Sans and Frisk here before you make a decision," Shattered said. "If you end up not liking this solution I can always look for another."

You nodded, following him through this universe's Ebott City to eventually end up at a particular house Shattered was looking for. A skeleton monster opened the door. "Oh, Shattered, yer back. That was faster than I expected."

"I work quickly." He stepped inside, you following behind him

The skeleton looked you over, seeming to analyze more than just your appearance although you weren't sure what exactly he was looking at. You shivered. "Is this the human?"

Shattered nodded, taking up a seat on the couch. "Yes, this is (Y/N)." He motioned for you to sit as well.

The skeleton- Sans- proceeded to ask about a million questions about your physical health and magic, even asking to see your SOUL at one point. You didn't even know SOULs could be removed safely, so seeing yours for the first time was a bit disconcerting.

Sans drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair. "Well, it might be possible. Heck, the final stages would probably be easier than it was for Frisk, since ya have way lower DT than they did, and that's a massive barrier to fully shifting from human to monster. But we'll need to go a lot slower with the process in general, Frisk was a pretty healthy human and I'm not sure how yer medical issues would be effected."

"So what exactly would you be doing to me?"

"So there's kinda a spectrum, between fully human and fully monster. Yer already on that spectrum, given your magic. Probably had a fire monster of some kind in your ancestors, before the war probably. There's a sliding of how monster or human ya are, and the goal is to push ya along that scale until yer fully a monster."

"How the heck?"

"A combination of a serum and a machine." He drummed his fingers on the chair again. "We'll want to take it slow, at least at first. Treatments once a month to see how yer medical situation handles things. If they stay stable for at least three treatments we can increase the pace to once a week. Healthy or not, yer SOUL still needs to adjust to the changes."

"How many treatments will it take?"

"Dunno exactly, but it'll probably take at least a year or two. Once yer close enough to a monster, there will be a final procedure to shift yer SOUL from a human one to a monster. That's the most tricky part."

Shattered looked at you. "So, what do you think? Do you want to try it?"

You thought about it. Honestly, it kind of reminded you of different medical trials you'd participated in, but this one at least sounded like it would for sure actually work. "... Yeah sure, let's do this."

[bittrlys]

TDP s4, huh?

THE GOOD

Claudia was on FIRE

Claudia getting actually cool wings unlike Callum's dorky arm wings >>>>>>>>>>>

Terry and Viren's various bonding moments

Terry following a dark path out of love of Claudia as Claudia followed a dark path out of love for Viren ... ZESTY

Terry being down to clown with dark magic

Claudia saying she'll take care of Viren

Viren's "GET A GRIP" lmao

PTSD Viren, his melancholy and uncertainty, etc.

Aaravos blowing a kiss and destroying the mirror, iconic behaviour I will say

Claudia getting to acknowledge the existence of generational trauma even if she's wrong and bad and has no evidence or whatever else the show probably wants us to think

Rex Igneous dragging Thunder even if he's wrong and bad and has no evidence or whatever else the show probably wants us to think

Rayla's new hair

THE BAD

World's most unnecessary time skip

Would it have killed them to write Callum with more maturity and confidence?

Everyone enjoy this charming child ruler who makes guards exert the extra energy to open doors for his frog dog and seems to have done away with almost all of the kingdom's old advisors so he can appoint close personal friends instead

"YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY? SAY IT DIRECTLY TO THE DRAGON THAT CAN BITE YOUR FACE OFF" wow lol

"IDK I have no evidence elves and dragons were shitty to humans" girl what? Even if it wasn't written down (OK) that would mean an oral tradition which I guess we can't have any respect for ���

"You threatening those gold coins (which I don't even know are real and not a bluff) to get the person threatening to slit my throat to let me go (they refused to bargain with you) was so CRUEL, Claudia." <- normal things for your bf who has been on board with all your other unspeakable crimes to say

If Zubeia is going to be useless (couldn't she have been digging out that door?) and then just show up at the end for deus ex machina reasons, can they just uh. Kill her off? I promise the narrative would improve

Zubeia standing amongst those humans like 🧍 while Ezran talks vaguely of 'hurt feelings' praying nobody says the word 'reparations'

Dragons and drakes are different things. OK. Drakes are more animalistic so it's okay for this insular society to mistreat them despite being ruled by dragons. OK. Why not show the hypocrisy of this by having Zym (whom they acknowledge as a dragon) treated differently? Or would a reminder of Zym's privilege be too much for this show?

(Humans get the boot for killing animals but elves get a pass for treating drakes like that. OK.)

"THE STAFF IS MISSING THE FALLEN STAR IS COMING BACK" what? the staff has been missing for centuries ... humans have had it ... maybe they just want it back ...?

Ezran like let's host this feelings party in a cemetery/sacred place full of tributes to people this dragon's mate killed ... I would have done more than slash a painting let me tell you that!!!

Not nearly enough Aaravos. A more physical avatar of him being in that cocoon would have made way more sense.

THE UGLY

That architect subplot requires it's own sub-points because ???

Has nobody started a cooking fire or lit a candle in this city in the past TWO YEARS? This is the FIRST TIME this has come up?

The man physically assaulted her over this and there's just never any kind of justice for that huh? Almost like humans are second class citizens? Huh ...

Obviously she was disrespectful but it's such a stupid argument because I think most people in this situation would say "Can you do this elsewhere" but they didn't want to spoil their little 'build a temple outside of this place' twist I guess.

(Their culture is this religious and didn't have some kind of temple or area of religious observance built already? OK.)

Every 'good' human in this series has to be so goddamn SUBSERVIENT to the will and whims of the Xadians

Like when they want to set up a comedy gag of Amaya being terrified of being assassinated by her gf's people because of the horrible history between their nations (lol) Amaya is allowed to express believable self-preservation but when it comes time to defend one of her own people she's just like. EH. She did wrong, but be nice to her about it! Pwetty pwease! Sorry us humans are such dummies!!! 🥺🥺🥺

I know she's not a lawyer but how about "Misunderstandings and hurt feelings can grow unexpectedly when two cultures live together, but this woman did not act out of malice, but out of a desire to protect this settlement. Her words and actions were thoughtless, but if thoughtlessness is to be punished, is having THIRD DEGREE BURNS ON HER HANDS not itself a punishment already?" or you know anything but what we got

But don't worry it's okay because her wifey is so benevolent, aren't we lucky to have such BENEVOLENT people in power who are allowed to call for your death for *checks notes* putting out a fire? They won't, and that's what makes them so GREAT, but they could, of course. Of course they could. Don't forget that. Don't forget that they could. I'll make you think I'm about to cut off your fucking hands so you don't forget it!

Anyways, the rest of the worst hits:

Aaravos is literally just Satan. OK.

Just heavy-handed Christian ideology in a series that wants to purport a kind of cross-cultural paganistic worldview

Honestly I don't think 'worldwide mastermind' is a plot concept without merit but it's so boring in this series because they simply do not seem interested in giving him real depth while placing him on the side of the oppressed-but-not-really humans, reinforcing how much the humans are in the wrong, so absolutely nobody benefits from this writing decision

This season took so long to come out because they were reading the arguments from us 5 people who call them out on writing a weirdly pro-imperialism series and then had to stick in a bunch of strawman scenes to be like "Oh you think this but really it's unfair" and then realized they couldn't think of actual counterarguments and eventually had to admit defeat and just have characters they like go "NUH-UH!!" in response

Fans of the show want to say it's 'nuanced' and 'showing both sides' but that doesn't hold water because A) every person that expresses any kind of doubts or cynicism about the status quo is a villain in this series and B) Unless they plan on Uno reversing their whole lore (wouldn't put it past them) these things DID HAPPEN and if Xadians were meant to be meeting humans halfway, there would seriously be a real discussion about allowing humans a place in Xadia and other shit that simply never comes up

Will Zubeia apologize? No! She just compliments the good humans for dancing to her tune. It's simply so one-sided.

Anyways points for Rayla dumping Callum on his birthday LMAO. It seems a bit thoughtless of her but I can't deny the comedy. 👍

[neon-candies]

This is a question for NeonJelly. First of all, so happy I came across your page. Your art is beautiful. What do you use to draw? I don't think it's Ibis, is it? Do you have any suggestions for people like me that want to try and improve "art skills." I am looking for tips on how to draw people(or rather different angles of bodies.

This is a question for NeonJelly about Annabelle. Her arms coming off often and her not feeling pain (and her being a doll in general) makes me think of Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas.... was that her inspiration or was there a different inspiration that inspired her creation.

Thank you very much for the compliment! And I draw on a Picasso tablet! The program I use for it is Clip Studio Paint, as it's what I'm most familiar with. And the best tips I can give are studying people, photos, and anatomy! When trying to emulate the style from Hazbin, having a somewhat vague understanding of anatomy can go along way. Because if you know how the body squishes and bends, you're able to play loosey goosey a lot easier! It especially helps to have a goal you want to work towards. Like it can be something simple such as "I want to get better at eyes" or "I want to work on drawing hands". For me I wanted to learn to draw muscles better, hence why I studied a lot about anatomy. Of course I still have plenty to learn, but taking the first step and setting a goal is always a good start!

As for your second question, Annie was mostly inspired by Wednesday Addams! (Specifically the Wednesday portrayed by Cristina Ricci) Though mainly just Wednesday's way of speaking and her inflection. Though her being a doll given life was because I wanted to do something unique while also keeping Alastor's orientation in mind. In my au I view him more as a gray-aroace as it is still part of the aromantic/asexual spectrum, just a different category. That and as far as we know, sinners are unable to have kids. Though I still don't know if this has been retconned. Either way with Annie being a doll, I went the logical route about her still remaining a doll internally. Hence her being filled with stuffing. Then from there it of course led down the route of "if she's filled with stuffing, that means she does not have muscle tissue. Which means no nervous system" And so on and so forth. Granted she could possibly give herself a false nervous system through her magic, but she wouldn't see the necessity for it.

But yeah, mainly when it came to Annie and her being a doll internally, it was mostly me going a route of logic and such! That's why she's got no genitals, is completely flat chested (because she doesn't need mammary glands), and has no internal organs. Because despite appearing like she's a normal demon, she is still just a doll.

[paintednote7]

Can't Sleep

TW: mentions of death and suicide.

If you are sensitive to those topics please don't interact for your own well being. take care of yourselves. continue under cut.

Plz give feedback on what I can improve on.

Word count: 1258

Kalim can't sleep. He's been tossing and turning all night but no matter how comfortable he gets he just can't sleep. Now in hindsight he really should be sleeping right now as he needs all the energy that he can get for VDC practice tomorrow, but sleep just eludes him.

But he knows why he can't sleep. In Fact it's been a problem ever since Jamil’s overblot. With learning about how Jamil truly felt, learning that the one person he trusted for years and thought that they were friends, all came crashing down in one night. Then after everything they just ignore it and go back to normal. Well at least that's what it looks like.

Kalim has been trying to take steps to make things easier for Jamil. Like setting up alarms to get up early to get ready, or like when he tried cooking for himself, which ended with him being banned from the kitchen. But hey at least he tried, who knew making makhlama was so hard. 

But the main problem is that neither Kalim or Jamil have talked about that night at all. Even if they were to talk, what would they say? It's not like they can just magically make things better. Kalim can't just go ask his father to release Jamil of his duties. If he did his father would assume that Jamil wasn't doing his job and could possibly kill him. Kalim can't bear to have that happen. He cares about Jamil so much he can't just throw him to the wolves like that. These aren't the reasons that he can't sleep though. 

The reason he can't sleep is because of the nightmares he's been having almost every night since then. Some of them are just a repeat of that night but others…the others are worse in his opinion. They can range from Jamil simply completely losing himself to overblot, to Jamil just dying in horrible ways. So every night when Kalim goes to bed now he is terrified of what he'll end up seeing. 

Kalim turns to look at the other side of the room he and Jamil are sharing for their time here in Ramshackle, to see Jamil asleep completely oblivious to everything that's going on in Kalim’s mind. Kalim takes a deep breath and tries to relax and remember that ‘Jamil is right there. He's asleep. He's just fine. You're fine. You're both safe and nothing is going to happen.’

But that doesn't stop the onslaught of intrusive thoughts swarming his mind saying things like. ‘what if he's actually dead right now and we're just imagining he's alive’ 

‘He could die tomorrow during an accident or possibly poison that was really meant for you.’ 

‘or maybe he'll overblot again and-’

“Kalim?”

Kalim snaps his head in the direction of the voice to see a groggy Jamil sitting up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Why aren't you asleep? We need our rest or else we'll be dead on our feet during practice.” Kalim winces when at those last few words and tries to formulate an excuse.

Jamil pauses and tilts his head, his loose hair falling from his shoulder down to his back. Kalim always liked Jamil's hair. He always wanted to braid it but never asked, seeing it as rude. “Are you crying?” Kalim’s brain stops dead in its tracks ‘he’s crying?’. He brings his hand to his face to find that yes he is crying. He whips at the tears and simply tries to shrug it off. “Oh it's nothing, just some dust you know?”

Jamil gives him his ‘nice try look’. He flicks on the lamp on the nightstand and crosses his arms. “Really because judging from how puffy your face is it seems like you've been crying for a while. What? You miss your bed that much?”

Kalim shakes his head “no no not at all this is just fine I'm just having trouble sleeping is all.” Jamil chuckles “you're having that much trouble sleeping it made you cry? What could possibly be the issue to make it so hard?”

Kalim brings his knees to his chest, hiding his face within. “Nightmares…” Jamil raises a brow leaning forward a smidge. “What? Say that again please you know I can't understand when you mumble.” Kalim, tired and slightly frustrated, lifted his head. “I'm having nightmares about you ok?! Is that what you want to hear?!” 

Jamil flinches in shock not expecting the white haired boy to respond like that. Kalim realizing what he did brings his knees closer and lowers his head “I'm sorry I shouldn't have raised my voice. I'm just so tired and that's no excuse to take that out on you.” Jamil is slightly shocked by the apology but quickly recovers and instead focuses on what Kalim said. “Nightmares about me?” 

Kalim nods and lowers his head back into his knees. He hears shuffling and feels the bed dip down beside him. Jamil's voice comes out surprisingly soft. “Are they about my overblot?”. Kalim nods “and then some.” Jamil hums and turns away slightly “like what exactly?”

Kalim curls up tighter as if he could some more. “Like one time you died of poison meant for me, there was one where an assassin stabbed you. A-and the one w-where I found you with your neck snapped f-from a suicide a-attempt.” Kalim's voice grew Shaky as tears started pouring out his eyes. Jamil watches on as Kalim, sweet and innocent Kalim proceeds to explain some pretty graphic scenarios that he has been dealing with for a while now. All because of him. 

Jamil sighs and brings Kalim into a half hug. “Hey. I'm right here and I'm not planning on going anywhere just yet. I'm not going to die. Everything is going to be alright.” Kalim untangles himself and hugs Jamil fully while trying not to get tears all over him. Jamil hesitates but returns Kalim's hug.

After a few minutes of crying Kalim pulls away and wipes his tears away. “Sorry about that, I've just been stressed and it all came crashing down.” Jamil places his hand on Kalim's shoulder. “No, I get it. If I had those kinds of nightmares I think I would be a wreck too.” 

Kalim giggles at that and gives him a small smile. “And if you did, you could always come to me. That is! If you want to of course I'm not forcing you to come to me at all in fact you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to-” Jamil puts his other hand over Kalim’s mouth. “Ok! That's enough! I get it, Kalim! Jeez now that you're done do you think you can go to bed now it's almost 3 am.” Kalim looks down, obviously nervous to try and sleep again. Jamil sighs and pushes Kalim down. “Jamil what are you-?” Jamil pulls the covers up and lays down on the other side. “Stay on your side. Now go to sleep.” 

Kalim smiles and snuggles into his pillow “ok Jamil. We're going to talk about this eventually right?” 

“Eventually just not now. Now please for the love of the seven! Go. To. Bed!”

“Ok ok I'm sleeping!” Kalim turns onto his side away from Jamil. He yawns exhausted from crying and pouring out his troubles onto Jamil. His eyes grow heavy and close but just before he falls asleep he mutters. “ Thank you Jamil. Good night.” He's out before he could hear Jamil's tired response. “Yeah whatever. Your welcome….. Good night.”

[fizzyginfizz]

For writer’s ask!

8 and 12

And also, will you be posting a compilation of your stick figures? 🔥

8. What piece of advice did you hear/read recently that’s been helping you to improve your writing?

Between tumblr and discord I am constantly soaking up writing wisdom from more experienced writers. Honestly, I pick up nuggets of writing knowledge every single day and I'm profoundly grateful so many excellent writers here love to discuss writing. Thank you, all of you, truly.

But my absolute favorite piece of writing advice I've heard recently had nothing to do with sentence structure, imagery, characterization or content. It was: "Trust your process. You have to trust your process."

Here's why I find that AMAZING. Behold GinFizz's Writing Process:

Create outline

Ignore outline - skip ahead and draft a bunch of specific scenes

Read scenes and think "this sucks"

Write second draft and connective tissue

Reread and think "this sucks even harder"

Have "what-made-me-think-I-could-write" existential crisis (pair with Merlot)

Revise outline

Rinse and repeat above steps as needed

Reread. Realize I haven't written anything funny in three chapters

Nineteenth draft: add funny

Giggle, believe I am mad genius

Reread, have "absolutely not genius" epiphany, throw out

Lost count of which draft - requires new chapter in the middle somewhere but "ah-ha!" moment, maybe?

Rewrite chapters around it so flow is better

Rinse and repeat as needed

So... here's to trusting our process, everyone! 🥂

12. Who/what is your greatest inspiration for your current story?

Ginny Weasley. I wanted to play with what was going on in her formative years when she was just a background character in Harry's story. IMO, she's not a sidekick to Harry, she's the lead in her own story and I wanted to dig into that.

But there are themes with this age I'm thinking about. When my daughter was young- toddler young- I watched her play with the full-length mirror in my bedroom. She made faces at herself, waved her arms, did dances and giggled at how funny she found herself. There was such an unselfconscious joy of her own existence, a marvel at the way her body moved and unabashed delight in her own being. I remember thinking "we don't get to keep that."

I don't know about everyone else, but for me, I lost it around middle school - around the age Ginny Weasley went from a confident kid who steals her brother's brooms and "never shuts up normally" to the girl who had such huge feelings she just…couldn't…deal (with all the squeaks and butter dishes and hormones that went with it).

There's a bit of "Justice for Ginny" inspiration here - we meet her at a time when girls start thinking there's something wrong with us - the whole age is full of cringe - and I wanted to write about that funny, brilliant, sassy, brave girl who goes through that shift, can no longer see (though readers can) she's magical, and how she reclaims herself, her power and becomes the popular, hilarious, forthright heroine of her own story.

Unfortunately, I cannot attach her stick-figure art. They are full of spoilers, but I'll put it all together when I finally finish the WIP.

[shamelesslymkp]

weird post, but I promise I haven't been hacked or whatever

(I mean. as far as I know.)

I've been thinking lately about all the things I or friends or family found that cost a bit of money but have legitimately made tangible differences in my quality of life, and how I always want to recommend them to people, and then I thought about how it's the xian holiday season and people are buying things for each other and making wish lists, so this just sort of seemed like a good excuse!

MKP'S List of Literally Life-Improving Things That Can Be Bought

Brand:

Flare Calmer earbuds - these are astonishingly life changing if you're sensitive to certain types of noise; it doesn't dampen overall volume of sounds but specifically targets certain frequencies that are the most painful for people, like the sound of nails on a chalkboard, or a buzzing overhead light. you still hear them, but they're somehow magically not as bad? I don't understand how it works but I know it does - I can use the vacuum with these in, instead of having the immediate urge to cover my ears.

Flare earshades - their catchphrase is something about turning down the volume on your life and like. that's literally what it does - it doesn't block as much sound as actual earplugs (which they also sell), it just lightens it a little. for reference, I wore mine during my brother's graduation, where a pipe organ was playing in a not huge chapel, so loudly I thought they couldn't possibly be doing anything, as I could hear everyone talking clearly and normally, but then I took them off and no yeah they were doing some major heavy lifting there

Capeables weighted cape - it's a weighted blanket that you wear! they have a whole bunch of other weighted products but this one was ideal for me

Brita Rapidstream filter-as-you-pour water pitcher - so Kate kept hearing me complaining about periodically not really drinking water because my brita filter tank would be out of filtered water and it would take me forever to refill it, and she pointed me in the direction of this thing, which - full disclosure, I still sometimes get in a cycle of not drinking water because the sink's too full to fill the pitcher, but it's a lot better - allows me to fill the pitcher at the same time I use it to drink water, so it's done a lot to keep me hydrated

Revlon Hair Dryer Brush - YMMV here, depending on hair type. I have very thick but very fine hair, which hairdressers and my mother assure me they'd kill for, but is also an incredible pain in many ways. I am ... not precisely coordinated, and I have a lot of trouble drying my hair with a normal hairdryer - it takes forever, so my arms start to hurt, and I usually hit myself in the head with the thing at least once, and it's just kind of a long embarrassing ordeal, ok? so I don't do it. THIS hairdryer is also a brush, and can get my hair almost completely dry (and looking great!) in under ten minutes. It also detangles super tangled hair with very little pain and hair-breakage? I guess because of the bristles? so there's that too!

Deskcycle - a... bicycle for your desk?? yeah, that's all I got in terms of funny description here; it's literally a little pedaling machine you can put under your desk or in front of your couch or wherever and use as an exercise bike, without the full uncomfortable bike seat or anything like that. (OK this one only works if you actually use it, so like. this is only intermittently life-improving)

Warmies Microwavable Stuffed Animals - smol friend! heavy from lavender-scented flaxseed filling! can be warmed up in microwave or cooled down in freezer! also available in long friend style, which can wrap around your neck!

BeKool Migraine Gel Cooling Sheets (& Roll-On!) - these are not as good as a full-on headache hat or even most ice packs, but they are incredibly portable, DO stick in place somewhat (if upright and doing things, I recommend using a cloth headband on top to keep it in place - if you're lying down you'll probably be fine), and last a surprisingly long time! it's not actual cold, just the cooling sensation, and you may need to remove it briefly intermittently to continue getting relief from it. the roll-on is cool, because you can target specific places (the strip is kinda.. limited in that respect), but be careful about using it on your temples because you can easily accidentally get close enough to your eyes to make them start watering from the menthol effect!

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Shower chair - if you get dizzy in the shower! if you have migraines or cramps and use long hot showers to deal with them! if you sometimes can't sleep and take a hot shower in the middle of the night but are so tired you find yourself wobbling! then a shower chair might be right for you!

Weighted blanket(s) - there's a lot of mass-produced ones on the market now, at reasonable prices and with reasonable quality, but I have to shout out to mozaic weighted blankets specifically for being the source of my first and dearest weighted blanket, handmade to my directions. (note: in general, getting a weighted blanket cover is a good idea and will prolong the life of your weighted blanket, but if you DON'T use a cover, you can often get a secondary benefit of a cooling effect from the blanket itself! the heavier the blanket, the more effective this is - it has to do with the volume of weighted beads or pellets and how long it takes them to warm through from your body heat.) (I think.)

Migraine glasses lenses - what calmer earbuds do for your ears, these do for your eyes! (note: Zenni optical now offers ROSE TINTED migraine glasses as well as YELLOW TINTED anti-bluelight glasses)

Hammock and/or Hammock Chair - this one really depends a lot on your sensory needs but they provide some of the Best Sensory Input possible for me. I have this lightweight convertible hammock/hammock-chair stand which I adore. [amazon link, with apologies]

Headache Hat - an icepack that you wear! there are many different versions out there, with variations on how/where the cold is applied to your skull; since I like having cold on the top of my head and not just around the sides, I usually get the FOMI brand - more specifically, I like to get the one with neck coverage, because I flip the neck part up to layer on top of the head part and it makes the hat as a whole stay colder longer. [amazon link, with apologies]

10 ft+ Charging Cords - look, they seem silly when you look at them, why would you get a ten foot charging cable, but once you've used them you'll never want to go back, you can charge your phone from your bed, from your desk, in your indoor hammock, wherever, it really does just cut down on the nuisance of it all

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[A4A] Cuddling Your Half-Dragon Roommate [Modern Fantasy] [Roommates] [Insomnia Comfort]

AN: Welcome to the finale of Monsters for Mental Health May! Thank you to everyone who voted. Apologies if this one seems a bit rushed; I just got back from my trip and boy, are my arms tired! This one might be in the running for The Great Script Rewrite (pending). Anyway, please enjoy ^-^

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- Okay for monetization

- Please credit me as Harvey Hawk :)

- Tweaks, improv, and pronoun changes are okay! Just please do not rewrite the script completely.

Synopsis: In a modern fantasy setting, the listener has trouble sleeping due to insomnia. Their roommate, a tsundere half-dragon just back from a grueling double shift, helps them finally fall asleep. 

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[Footsteps]

HALF-DRAGON

(Exhausted) Ugghh... Gods, I hate evening shift. 'M always dead afterwards.

[Muffled TV noises]

[Footsteps stop]

Tch, really? They left the TV on again? They're so damn absent-minded.

[Door unlocks, opens, closes, and locks again]

(Surprised) Oi. The hell are you doing up? It's, like, two AM. Don't you have commissions due?

(.)

How could I not? You haven't shut up about it.

(.)

(Slightly irritated) Yeah, well. I do listen. And I would like to not listen to that damn TV all night. So, shut it off and go to bed.

[TV turns off]

(.)

I don't care if you sleep or not, just go to your room and be quiet. I just had a shift from the depths of hell and if I don't get some rest, I'm going to lose my shit.

(.)

Listen. You're my roommate, so I tolerate you to an extent. But you do not want to get between a dragon and their sleep.

(.)

(Growls) Half dragon. Quit nitpicking! What is your deal tonight? You're normally so chill - which is why I chose you as my roommate by the way - the hell is your damage?!

(.)

Oh, for fu- there's nothing to be scared of! I put up wards! You know I did!

Look, if I check the magic wards, will you finally let me rest?

(.)

Fine, I'll put one on your door.C'mon.

[Footsteps]

(Whispers) Tu...tela

[Claws scraping on wood]

There. Go to bed.

(.)

Then get a glass of water. Quietly. Goodnight.

(Sigh) What is it now?

(.)

There are blankets in the closet. Problem solved.

(.)

What?! What more could you possibly want?!

(.)

(Sigh) Shit.

Look, don't - I didn't mean - I ... Ugh. I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have yelled. I just... I had an awful day at work.

(.)

No, you're right; it's not an excuse. I'm sorry. But I'm too tired for guessing games right now. Why don't you want to go to bed?

(.)

Insomnia...You never told me about that.

(.)

Uh, because I'm your roommate? You ever think that you being up all hours of the night might affect my sleep schedule?

(.)

No, I'm not going to find another roommate. I don't want another roommate. Idiot. I'm going to help you.

(.)

What do you usually do when you can't sleep?

(.)

Suffer? Shit, okay. No wonder you act so out-of-it. You're always tired.

(.)

You do too! You leave the peanut butter out and I always have to nag you to get your clothes out of the dryer. I just figured you were an airhead.

(.)

You're still a hell of a lot better than other roommates I've had. At least you haven't set anything on fire... yet.

(.)

Heh, sorry. But seriously. Going too long without sleep isn't healthy, dingus. Next time something's bothering you, just come to me, got it?

(.)

Yeah, really. I don't keep you around for the hell of it, you know.

(.)

It means... Well, it means....

(.)

(Growl) Don't make me say it!

(.)

Obviously I like you, idiot! I wouldn't live with you if I didn't. I... enjoy being your roommate. And if something's wrong, you need to come to me for help.

(.)

Because I said so! Anyway... let's find a way to get you to sleep.

(.)

Nah, I don't have any sleep magic. Not my thing. We might have some tea in the back of the cupboard.

(.)

Already had some, hm? Okay. Have you tried a warm bath?

(.)

Alright, check that off the list. Oh, I know! There are these, uh, audio stories for sleep online. Like, narrations and stuff. What about that?

(.)

Not even that works. Damn. Uh... Well, do you know what's causing your insomnia? Stress? Maybe you eat too much junk. I know you have a sweet tooth.

(.)

Huh? What'd ya say?

(.)

Scared and what? Little louder.

(.)

Lonely...? Ah. Oh. Hmph. Well...

(.)

(Hesitantly) Maybe I can... stay in your room. On the floor. If it means I can sleep.

(.)

Where the hell else would I sleep?

(.)

D-don't be ridiculous! Why would - I mean, you - I can't sleep in your bed!

(.)

Because that's - we aren't dating. It'd be weird. Besides, you probably kick in your sleep.

(.)

Oh, yeah, you totally do. I can tell.

(.)

Aw, c'mon. Don't give me those eyes.

(.)

(Growls) ....Fine. But kick me once and I'm going back to my room. Now c'mon. I just finished a double shift and I'm about to pass out.

[Door opens]

Um. What the hell? Where am I supposed to sleep?

(.)

I mean your bed is overrun with stuffed animals. I don't know how you expect to fit on there, let alone the both of us.

(.)

Look, if you want me to sleep with - uh, next to you, then you need to shove some of these things aside.

(.)

(Sarcastic) Sorry. Friends. You'll need to shove some of these friends aside.

(.)

A little more.

(.)

There.

[Blankets shift]

Go to sleep, roomie.

[Blankets shift]

[Blankets shift]

[Blankets shift]

Be. Still.

(.)

(Sigh) What's wrong?

(.)

Yeah, well, there isn't room for me and your big teddy. Cuddle one of your smaller plushies.

(.)

Arm support? Geez, you're so high-maintenance. Fine. Come here.

(.)

Because I'm letting you wrap an arm around me. Obviously.

(.)

Yeah, I'm sure. Get over here.

[Blankets shift]

(.)

Of course I'm warm. I'm a half-dragon.

(.)

Quit fidgeting. Just... curl up to my chest.

(.)

There, comfortable?

(.)

Good.

(.)

Nah, it's not weird. It's actually... nice. Heh, your breath kinda tickles.

(.)

It doesn't bother me. Go to sleep, roomie.

(.)

You're still tense.

(.)

Hey, it's okay. How about this? Let me trace my claws down your back real gentle... There, just focus on how that feels. I'm going to wrap my tail around you now. Like a weighted blanket.

(.)

There we go. I've gotcha.

(.)

Gettin' sleepy?

(.)

Good. Hey, before you go to sleep I gotta tell you something. It's important.

(.)

You totally owe me breakfast in the morning. I'm thinking pancakes.

(.)

(Chuckles) Okay, okay. I'll help make it.

(.)

...Yeah, I can stay with you tomorrow night, too.

(.)

Goodnight, roomie.

END

[eidolonartt]

Hey! I just wanted to say I really love your character art! I might have said it already and straight up forgot, but that just means you get to hear it again, right?

I was wondering, could I possibly hear some fun facts about Ulrich and Finnick? I love Tieflings so much! Also, what is their dynamic like?

WAHHH THANK YOUUU!!!!! U CAN HEAR PLENTY OF FUN FACTS

Ulrich: - He's not necessarily anti-magic or anything that severe, but he prefers fighting people who don't use it. He feels like dueling with blades only is more fun, and what he can't articulate as well is that he enjoys the connection between him and the other people. He can determine more about them as a person based on their fighting style, but he feels that's not as easy when they're a mage bc he's just not familiar enough with magic - He's a pretty good baker overall and his favorite things to make are regular breads! He's a good enough cook as well. - He doesn't eat most meats because of issues with texture, but fish somethings is an exception. If it's meat in other forms, though, he's usually fine with it (ground red meat in particular is a-ok) - His parents are circus performers who have not talked to him since he was 16 mostly because they couldn't be bothered Finnick: - Wasn't originally born a grey tiefling, at a young age he stumbled onto his parents performing a ritual that went awry, killing them and leaving him drained of his color. He doesn't know why and is still trying to figure it out - As such he doesn't HAVE to dress in greyscale but its something he's embraced as a way to come to terms with the outcome. His blood is black as well, and he does have a gnarly scar on his back - I DID design some of his tattoos with the explicit intent for them to be magic. You can see the tattoo sheet here! I don't even fully remember what I was going for, but the ones on the right from top to bottom I believe are detect magic, identify, find familiar, and sending. His chest piece and other arm are just decoration, and I designed those too :] - He runs a magic store and the hours are kind of ???? ?? heehee <:3 because his sleep schedule is nonexistent. He half-jokingly claims he doesn't keep consistent hours to make the shop seem more exclusive

Dynamic: - Finnick and Ulrich generally get along because they're both kind of jaded and sardonic in similar ways and it led to them understanding each other off the bat more than either of them normally do with new people! They both do the thing where they're kind of prickly and difficult to deal with but they're not earnestly mean or cruel - At the same time they're also both stubborn and difficult to deal with so they butt heads because of that too lol - What brings them together more is Finnick showing thoughtful, unprompted kindness to Ulrich and Ulrich being very stubborn about getting Finnick to improve his own circumstances (eating regularly, not just hyperfocusing on magic books and leaving the house a mess) and helps him through that. - Ulrich is more extroverted between the two of them but in a weird way Finnick has more charisma and is better with people lol

[mushroomstears]

Alone Together

AN: This is a fic of mine from a WHILE ago on wattpad- I've improved since don't worry.

Lyssa spun around in a wheeled office chair, letting her almost white blonde hair fly around freely. Diana sat and watched from a normal chair against the wall and smiled slightly, letting her friend have her fun before Caine ruined it by throwing another tantrum.

It was just the two girls in the mayor's office, Drake and Caine being called off to deal with some random matter. That left the girls with some alone time and not much to do other than spin around in swivel chairs like Lyssa was currently doing.

"Don't you get dizzy doing that?" Diana asked, huffing out a laugh as her friend kept going. "Kinda, it's not too bad though...." Lyssa replied, giving another kick to boost her speed.

Just then Caine bursted in, getting a face full of almost white hair as a greeting. Lyssa skidded herself to a stop and tried not to laugh, Caine ignored her and went straight do the desk. Drake followed in after and shut the door, leaning against the wall behind Lyssa.

"So, what happened 'o wise leader?" Diana asked, watching as Caine rifled through papers in the desk drawers. He ignored her question and kept rummaging, acting as if though he were the only one in the room.

"Some kids started a fight and used magic, bunch of others came and saw it go down. Then they started blaming Caine and us, thinking that Coats kids ruin everything." Drake explained as Caine continued his search.

Lyssa pushed her chair back and flew into Drake, he caught her and huffed out a small laugh. "Well I mean we do, we've forced them to live in fear. We took away a lot of the freedoms that they had before, and we're even lording over them like gods." Lyssa countered, keeping her voice light but explanatory. Drake ran his fingers through her long pale hair and sighed, muttering something along the lines of "Yeah but we can't let them know that."

Diana fake gagged and rolled her eyes at the show of affection, catching Lyssa's attention and making her stick her tongue out. Caine finally pulled out a rusted old key and smiled victoriously at it, the others simply looked in confusion. Even Drake seemed baffled at the item Caine had been looking for, Diana was the first to react and ask what it was for.

"I can't tell you that, it's extremely important that no one follow me. Diana, go home. You two, go and fuck or whatever. But do not follow me once I leave this building, got it?" Caine asked in a condescending tone, the three others reluctantly nodded and watched as he stormed out of the office.

They all waited a few minutes after Caine had left, giving him enough time to go do whatever the hell he was about to do. Eventually Diana stood, stretching before walking to the door. "I'm gonna go find somewhere to sleep for a bit since I don't have to deal with Caine anymore. Also, Lyssa, remember to use protection~" She said in a sing-song voice, earning a slap on the arm from Lyssa before walking out.

Drake growled at Diana's comment, running his hand through Lyssa's hair more aggressively. He pulled several knots and caused Lyssa to yelp in pain, she was extremely tender headed at the lower back and it hurt extra bad when Drake pulled the knots.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to. Are you okay?" Drake asked in a worried tone when Lyssa's hand went to the back of her head. "Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed, feeling the spot where her hair was pulled.

"You know she was just joking right? She didn't actually mean anything by it." Lyssa explained, turning her head back to look up at Drake. He sighed and muttered an 'I know' before kissing her on the forehead.

"I want to go home, you coming?" The girl asked, her blue eyes sparkling as the light hit them just right. Drake took her hand and pulled her out of the chair, opening the door for her as she walked.

They made their way outside where it was already sunset, golden light pouring over the town of Perdido Beach and making it look like king Midas had strolled through with his special touch.

"Are Howard and Orc gonna be at the house?" Lyssa asked as they walked down the streets, hand in hand since no one was out to see them.

"If they are ill make 'em leave." Drake kissed Lyssa's temple and they kept walking, she reveled in his affection towards her. Especially since they haven't been able to show any at all to each other in case some townie kid might try to use Lyssa against Drake. She understood though, but soon they wouldn't have to hide anything anymore. Soon they would take over and kick Caine out of office, Drake wanted to get rid of Diana as well but was yelled at by Lyssa for it.

Eventually they reached the house, letting go of one another's hands in case Howard and Orc were there. Sure enough they were, Orc drinking beer sprawled out on the couch next to Howard who kept shoving candy in his mouth. The two of them turned to see Drake and Lyssa standing in front of the doorway, clearly showing displeasure in the existence of the two boys.

"You two, out. Go find somewhere else to be for the night." Drake said in his low menacing voice, to be honest Lyssa loved when he talked like that. It sent chills up her spine and made her woozy in the head.

Howard scoffed and turned back to the T.V., shoveling more junk in his face. "Why? So you can go fuck that whore upstairs? No thanks man-" He was cut off as Lyssa took away his vision, letting Drake punch him in the face three times. Howard spit out a blood covered tooth on the ground, Lyssa restored his vision and Howard trembled.

Orc growled and picked up his beer, taking it out the door with Howard following to do the same. Lyssa stopped him short, pushing him down and shoving her foot onto his chest to pin him down. "Ah ah ah, not so fast little pest. First you have to apologize." Lyssa said, watching Howard squirm under her patheticly.

"A-alright I'm sorry! Please let me go." Howard begged, trying to push her off of him. "Mmm, no. What are you sorry for?" Lyssa inquired with a sadistic grin, Drake watched and smiled as she humiliated Howard.

"I-I'm sorry I called you a whore.... I-I won't do it again." Lyssa listened to the amendment and raised an eyebrow, she knew that wasn't true. He would still call her all kinds of names, just not to her or Drake's faces. Still though, she let him go. Once Howard and Orc were far gone Drake walked over and pulled Lyssa close.

"It gets me excited when you do shit like that." He smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist. Lyssa smiled and twirled his hair in her fingers, smiling with a glint in her eyes.

"I know."

Drake scooped Lyssa up and held his arms underneath her to give some support, she wrapped her legs around him and held in as he started up the stairs. He kicked his bedroom door open and used the back of his heel to shut it, then tossed the girl onto his bed.

Lyssa giggled as Drake leaned over her and started to run kisses along her neck, sucking bruises in some spots. "Don't make them too obvious Drakie, I still wanna be able to wear low collar shirts." Lyssa joked, felling Drake sink his teeth into her flesh. She shivered with pleasure and her breath hitched, catching Drake's attention and making him smile.

Lyssa raised her leg against his side, feeling her skirt slide down her leg as she did so. She also felt a slight bulge growing in in his pants, and started to lightly grind against it. Drake growled and grabbed onto her raised leg, clenching her thigh tightly. Lyssa felt the blood flush her face, heating her face up quickly.

"Be a good girl and wait." Drake ordered in a voice she hadn't heard him use before, it turned her on quickly though. She swallowed the saliva accumulating in her mouth and nodded, mumbling a quick "Yes sir." at him.

Drake continued to suck and bite on Lyssa's neck, leaving bruises until he moved back up and started to kiss her mouth. She tugged on the back of his shaggy blond hair as they made out, causing him to squeeze her thigh tighter and the bulge to grow bigger.

He bit down on her bottom lip and she allowed him entrance, feeling his tongue explore around in her mouth. The room quickly filled with clothes rustling and heated breaths, their heart rates quickening as they went.

Eventually the two pulled away for air, gasping as a thin trail of saliva connected them together. Drake pulled a little farther away to look down at Lyssa, breaking the thread of spit. He studied her underneath him, watching her expression and not saying anything.

"See something you like?" Lyssa asked as she locked her fingers together behind his neck. Drake chuckled and held his finger on her chin and his thumb underneath it to hold her in place.

He leaned down to her ear and paused for a second, listening to her breathing. "Just wait until I rip those clothes off of you." That made Lyssa pull her legs closer together, trying to close them but only to be stopped by Drake pulling her leg back.

"Don't get shy now princess, the fun is just beginning." Lyssa's face flushed at the words, she felt Drake put his forearm next to her head and pin her down. He played with parts of her hair while keeping her in place, not seeming to be paying attention to her anymore.

Lyssa swallowed the excess spit in her mouth and watched as Drake played with her hair, then suddenly she felt a hand messing with the hem of her panties. She looked down to see that Drake's hand had moved without her knowing and was now dangerously close to her clit.

"Something wrong princess?" Drake asked, turning back to face her. She flicked her attention to him and shook her head. "No sir."

Drake's thumb flicked across Lyssa's pussy from over her panties, causing a reaction from the girl. "Submitting already hm? 'Sir', I like the sound of that." Drake muttered as he flicked his thumb again, watching the girl beneath him's reaction.

Lyssa whimpered as Drake added more pressure and flicked his thumb a few more times just to watch her squirm beneath him. He used his hand beside her head to undo the buttons on her shirt, peeling the flaps of her shirt back to reveal her chest.

He slipped her shirt off and grabbed her breast, squeezing it before unclipping the front hook and pulling her bra off. She now laid bare in front of him, letting him touch her to his hearts desire.

Drake leaned down and started to suck on her breast, leaving purple and blue bruises on her open chest. He moved down to her stomach and began to suck there, eventually reaching the top of her Coats skirt.

He pushed Lyssa's leg down and pulled her skirt off of her, leaving her in just panties. She reached for his shirt to unbutton it, feeling it was fair that she saw him if he saw her.

Drake grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his shirt. "Ah ah ah princess, I'm in charge here." He said, looking down at her and smirking devilishly.

"Then could you just fuck me already?" Lyssa asked bluntly, watching as Drake's smirk wiped off his face. She felt as his grip on her wrist tightened and his other hand went to her throat, choking her as he leaned down to her level.

"I'll take as long as I want to fuck you. Don't get bratty with me, I will punish you." He said, watching as she began to run out of breath.

He held on for a few extra seconds until she was audibly gasping, then let go and watched as she shuddered and breathed in deeply. Drake gave her a second before putting his hand back on her neck and pinning her down, then slipped two fingers into her panties.

Lyssa moaned as Drake moved his fingers around inside of her, keeping a somewhat steady motion. Then he curled his fingers inwards and she moaned, feeling the pleasure wrack through her body and start to knot in her stomach.

Lewd sounds escaped her as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, then he stuck in another. Lyssa moaned again and arched her back. The knot in her stomach grew bigger as Drake went, until eventually she was close.

"D-drake I-" She stuttered, moaning as Drake kept going. He seemed to get the message and suddenly stopped fingering her, sliding out his fingers before she could finish.

Lyssa audibly whimpered as Drake also pulled his hand from her neck, he began to undo his belt and zipper. Lyssa quickly pushed herself against the pillows and got comfortable, then Drake hopped onto the bed in front of her.

He pulled her panties off then placed her legs on either side of his waist. He pumped his member a few times, then began to slide it in slowly.

Lyssa felt the pain of him entering her and cringed, clenching one of the pillows as he went. Drake saw her expression and stopped, not moving in case of causing an injury.

"You good?" He asked, holding her legs on his sides. She nodded and gave him the okay to keep going, he began to push himself in and out of her.

The pain quickly slid away and was replaced by pleasure, Drake picked up the pace and exhaled. Lyssa moaned loudly as Drake fucked himself into her, using her legs to pull her into him.

Grunting and slapping sounds quickly filled the room as the bed rocked back and forth with their movements, loud moaning came from Lyssa as she was fucked into the bed roughly.

"Harder...." She begged, rolling her head back to reveal her bruised neck. Drake gripped it and pounded into her, watching as she let pleasure fog her mind.

"What was that slut? Who are you talking to?" He asked cockily, reveling in the power he got from domming her.

"H-harder daddy, please..." She moaned, Drake happily complied to her request. He raised her leg up to his shoulder and turned her slightly onto her side, he continued to fuck himself into her roughly.

The moaning grew louder and any kids just outside could hear them, the bed headboard banged against the wall as Drake thrusted himself in and out of Lyssa.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as he hit her G-spot, she felt his cock stiffen up and let the knot in her stomach loosen. She came on his dick and screamed in pleasure as he came inside of her.

Drake thrusted a few more times before pulling out, he watched as the cum leaked out of her. Then he opened her legs and put his face in between them, she felt his tongue move around inside of her and collect as much cum as possible.

Drake sat back up then used his thumb to hook into and open Lyssa's mouth, he spit the cum into her mouth and had her swallow. "No point in wasting it." He said before getting up to grab a towel and clean off.

She stayed there on the bed until he came back and cleaned her off, then pulled back the thrown about covers and laid beside her. "That was great, you were great." He said without looking at her, she closed her eyes and turned onto her side. She snuggled into him and wrapped her arm around him, he played with her hair as the night went on outside.

They both laid there until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

[wandixx]

I like the idea of deified Batman, but I also thought 'hey, Wonder Woman is a demigoddess, she would be perfect for that!' I think Raven could also work but I don't feel like I know her enough to write her yet.

So I've written a story about sick and tired Danny doing emergency mentor summoning and ending up with Diana. I mean, she had at least two proteges and I haven't heard a thing about her being awful at that so she is probably more than fitting for the role.

So, yeah, just. Danny and Diana. I hope I haven't messed up characterisation too badly.

Feel free to point out my mistakes, English isn't my first language so I'm trying to convince myself it's actually educational and I'm not wasting my time instead of learning to ✨most important exam in my life✨

Anyways...

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Danny was having a week, one of the worst weeks of his life at that. Vlad was being a creep again, Sam and Tucke had no-talk days, Jazz was pestering him about his grades and emotions, his parents created new weapons, upping the security system, ghosts were coming around like it was going out of style and on top of that, sleep deprivation finally took the tool of his immune system and he caught a cold. He was exhausted, he had a fever and he didn’t even have enough time to cry over it. He was desperate. He needed help like a normal human needed air.

He needed a mentor.

Someone who could teach him how to use his powers better, how to deescalate conflicts (this would be useful to him both as Phantom and Fenton), how to balance hero and civilian life, how to improve his PR, how to keep civilians safe during his fights, how to lower property damage, how to patch himself up…

Yeah, he needed one heck of a competent hero.

Good thing Ghost Zone was big and he recently borrowed an occult book from Sam. There had to be at least one ghost out there that could help him. His luck couldn’t be this bad. He just had to draw a good circle and think of the right offering. Would it be blood? He kind of didn’t want to deal with someone who required blood. But what else he had? Oh, right, Mom made a fudge earlier that day, there still has to be some left. Mom’s fudge was great, it should be enough. He just had to snatch it from the kitchen without getting too injured. Easy enough.

He returned from a successful hunt with half a batch of fudge, a knife, a few plates, and little nicks on his cheek and arm. He put it all down on the floor next to his bed. He opened the book, which was big enough to be used in self-defense, searching for a chapter about tools. He covered himself in the thickest blanket he owned. God, why was his room so cold?

He almost fell asleep three times while reading and even his energy drink had trouble keeping him awake. But he understood enough. Chalk was often used to make summoning but it wasn’t necessary. A tool used to write had to be infused with magic, whatever that meant and chalk was easiest. There was even contact info for the guy who had been selling this stuff. Danny just hoped that the ecto-contamination of his house infused itself with his pens enough for it to count. Shiver went down his spine s he fixed his blanket. He would kill for something warm to drink but he wasn’t willing to face the kitchen again. He considered wrapping himself in a comforter but chose against it. It would restrain his movement too much and he would like to not fall asleep before he finished. It would be really awkward to explain to his parents what he even tried to do if they found him like that.

Never mind, let’s get down to business. If it worked and if making a deal didn’t take too long, he could even catch four hours of sleep and that’s a treat. So with all the enthusiasm he could muster, he tore a page from the middle of his notebook and drew basic circle as accurately as he could manage. There a little problem appeared. He had to personalize his summoning but he didn’t have an exact person on mind, so it wasn’t like he could just slap their name and some titles on top. Thank god, Sam’s book came with a little rune dictionary and it seemed like his ghost side instinctually knew some of this stuff. He could make it.

He opened his pen and immediately wrote two symbols.

Hero. Mentor.

He bit the end of his marker. What else should he put?

Reliable. Kind. Patient. Safety. No harm from summoner and sumonee. Warrior. Diplomat…

Quite some time and over two dozen runes later by leaned back with a satisfied smile. This should be good enough. He really couldn’t think of another loophole he should look out for.

He put paper that was almost more blue than white on the floor next to fudge and rolled to get candles he borrowed from Jazz (without her knowledge but he planned to give it back) with matches. He didn’t trust any lighter in his house.

From there, it took only a few moments to set everything up. He started chanting, hoping against hope that this would work. However, it seemed to do work. When glow arose, he had passing thought that he should stand up and drop the blanket so he didn’t look pathetic, but choose against it after almost eating shit during the first try. Maybe his ghostly mentor would be more willing to guide him if he looked as miserable as he felt. It didn’t matter. The shine of the circle dimed, the figure of a high, muscled woman becoming clearer in a poorly lit room.

Danny was glad he was sitting because he wasn’t sure he could keep himself from scrambling and falling if he was up.

In the middle of his little, messy room, in all her Amazon warrior glory stood Wonder Woman.

*~*~*~*

Diana had quite honestly great week. There were no world-ending threats, villains in her city were quiet (which was suspicious but she liked her off time and wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the teeth), tasks at her civilian work were going smoothly and other members of the Justice League also didn’t have big problems, so their bi-weekly, mandatory meeting quickly devolved into a gossip session. It was so calm that even Bruce let himself be dragged into more unofficial conversation and shared a story of his kids’ most recent shenanigans.

Probably that’s the reason why the sudden hit of nausea and blurring vision caught her so off guard. Then world faded for no longer that single beat of heart. One moment, she was laughing at Clark’s parental struggles, sitting in a brightly lit, spacious room of Watchtower and next she was standing in a quiet, dark space in an unknown location. In front of her was a window, through which street lamps shone. There were other, less stable sources of light, which she quickly recognized as candles. As her eyes got used to darkness she was able to make out the shapes of things around her. It looked… innocent. Like a civilian bedroom. It took her way longer than she was willing to admit to realize that the shapeless bundle in front of her was a teenage boy covered in blanked, looking at her up and down with wide, glowing green eyes.

She shifted her weight and moved her head to let some of her hair fall on her face. She raised her hand to fix it, discretely turning on comm in the meantime.

The boy winced at that, pulled out of the shocked haze that just got him. He tried and failed to get up, twisted in the folds of his blanket. He tried again, this time slower and succeeding. He was short. No more than 5 feet 6 inches if she was guessing correctly.

“It’s not a kidnapping!” he whisper-yelled which was a concerning thing to say but was also relieving. The boy seemed honest and even more shocked at her appearance in his room than she was. It was promising.

“Alright, young man. Let’s say I believe you. Can you tell me where are we?” she asked with calm confidence. She shifted again to lower her face closer to the boy’s eye level.

“FentonWorks, Amity Park, Illinois, United States. First floor” he stated, voice hoarse. He moved under his blanket. Good thing he wanted to cooperate at least “I’m so sorry Miss Wonder Woman, ma’am. I didn’t know this could work on living people too. I’ll send you back, just give me a moment to find the right rune” he added, already picking big, old looking book from the floor. He sat back at an unmade bed, muttering something.

She could work with that.

However the comment about ‘living people’ was a little concerning. But first, she needed better light to asses her situation accurately.

“It’ll be easier with the light turned on” she proposed with a gentle smile. Boy raised his head to look at her with a slow, blank blink. Only after a moment, realization dawned on his face.

“Right sorry, sorry” he muttered, stumbling on his feet.

“We confirmed your location. He was right. We’re sending help. Give it ten minutes.” Bruce announced over the comm.

She tapped her bracelet once to let her teammates know she heard them but couldn’t talk and then did the same thing three times in rapid succession. She squinted her eyes when the boy turned on a lamp.

“What do you mean ‘no’?!” Bruce sounded exasperated. She ignored him instead looking around the messy room she was in and the boy who managed to summon her. He didn’t look well.

“Tell me, could you hold on to my lasso for the rest of our talk?” Of course, she could bind him with it without his consent but it always made things easier. Additionally, she had no idea what he was capable of. She better play it safe until she had a better grasp on the situation.

Boy was clearly hesitant (understandably so if he knew what her weapon did) but with a sigh far wearier than a person his age should manage, he outstretched his hand waiting for Golden Perfect.

“I dragged you all the way here, it’s only fair” He admitted still quiet, grabbing lasso before picking his book back up. He seemed adamant about getting her back.

"What is your name, young sorcerer?"

“Daniel Jack Fenton. Please call me Danny. I’m really not a sorcerer this is my first time summoning someone and I probably won’t do it again. I’m sorry for getting you here I really didn’t want it to happen” newly named Danny almost pleaded. Now that she could see him properly, she realized that he looked sickly. He was pale like dead other than an ill blush that graced his cheek accompanied by a bleeding cut, bugs under his (now mundanely blue), bloodshot, glazed, unfocused eyes were so dark they almost seemed to be bruised. He was shivering under his thick blanket despite how warm his room was even without it. He should be in bed with a warm drink, not summoning unknown entities. Diana was suddenly very glad she got dragged instead of something possibly hostile boy wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Thank you, Danny. I’m not mad at you, it’s clear you didn’t want me to get here in the first place. But you don’t look too good, how do you feel?”

She heard her teammates stop planning for a moment.

Boy for his part, looked at her absolutely baffled. His shock grew even stronger when he answered “Bad” against his will. He covered his mouth with wide eyes, lasso still twisted around his left palm.

She wanted to press a little more but she wasn’t Batman. She understood when interrogation was a bad idea.

“Alright. Why don’t you put your book down and go to rest then? My friends can be here in a few minutes.”

Boy stared at space vaguely around her head, clearly considering pros and cons, tempted to take her offer. However before he could answer, mist left his mouth in a way that was normally impossible in such warm room. Danny jumped on his feet, dropping his blanket in the process, ready to fight. His feet were too far from each other, raised hands positioned in a way that left his almost entire torso unprotected. His whole pose screamed lack of proper training. Diana tensed and readied herself too, promising herself to teach Danny some proper combat after everything was settled and he healed.

“Do you know what we will face?” she whispered but before she was answered sound of high high-powered laser gun erupted from the room under them and no longer than a blink later, at least a 7-foot-tall robot with a mohawk phased through ground.

“Skulker” Danny sighed “Can we do it another time? I’m kinda busy” he tried to quip, still quiet, vaguely gesturing towards her. She doubted that whoever it was would care that by was busy if they attacked him so sick and exhausted. On the other hand, her presence could be enough of a threat to make the assailant go away. Naïve, but she could understand this line of thought. She put her hand on her sword, trying to look both imposing and non-provocative.

The robot laughed in a surprisingly organic way. Danny prepared to jump.

“You’ll not trick me like that, Phantom!” the robot announced loud like a cannon “I, Skulker, the Greatest Hunter in the entire Ghost Zone will have your pelt in my lair. Today days of your running come to an end.”

That sounded really, really bad. League was aware of the existence of a hero called Phantom and was meaning to reach out but because he was amazingly effective but showed no interest in things outside of his city, it wasn’t too high on their list of priorities. However now, it turned out that said hero was fourteen years old, clearly an overwhelmed kid doing his best.

“What a shameful being you are to attack a child at a time like that.” Skulker looked at her with a studious gaze.

“Amazon. Your bunch is such a rare sight. Not as rare as halfa but-”

“LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS!” Danny screeched, talking the robot to the ground. Soon boy was thrown to the wall, not letting as much as a whimper at the impact. Even more, he tried to get up and continue fighting like all heroes tended to do. Hunter flew towards him with a low chuckle. Gods help her, she was not going to let him touch this child ever again.

She beat Skulker and tied him up before Danny managed to stand back up. It was nice to see pure awe in his eyes when he looked at his tied up rogue. It took even less time to trap this monster in one of the containment devices boy had lying around. She couldn’t get over its resemblance to an actual thermos, especially after the young hero used words–  

“Soup time”

As a catchphrase.

"Sorry, I'm usually better than that."

Obviously, he was sick and exhausted. 

"You did as well as you could"

There was the sound of footsteps on the other side of the door.

“Danny, honey, are you alright? I heard those ghost scums again, don’t worry Mom’ll be there in a second” the middle-aged woman said, getting closer. Diana looked around for a potential hiding spot. Neither she nor Danny (probably) wanted to explain her presence there.

“Sorry Mom, I was watching one of older fights and my headphones unplugged. I didn’t know it would wake you up, sorry”

“It’s alright sweetheart. Don’t stay up for too long, you have school tomorrow and tell us if you find anything on ghosts” Mrs. Fenton answered with a soft, motherly tone. If Danny wasn’t clearly too sick to function, it would be picture perfect family moment.” Especially on this Phantom scum, we need to get rid of him soon, people are starting to believe his manipulations” addition oozed with hatred, successfully destroying last bits of illusion. Diana almost winced. Danny didn’t suppress this instinct.

“It wasn’t Phantom’s”

“Alright. Good night Danny.”

“ ‘Night Mom”

As soon as they heard the door to presumably a woman’s bedroom closing, the boy turned to her with wide eyes.

“They don’t know and they are ghost hunters.”

Phantom was often called a ghost. Oh.

It just kept getting worse.

“They are a good parents and love both of their kids. I’m sure they’ll accept me I’m just not ready to have this talk.”

Diana nodded silently. She really didn’t know how to go about it, especially since she just saw that his parents weren’t really as good as he thought they were. Though it was nice that they weren’t bad enough to kill his hope for acceptance.

Only then did her eyes land on a paper sheet more ink blue than white that got her summoned. She got it from the ground and started reading. Her skills in this matter were a little rusted but she had spent far too much time learning this to ever forget. Her eyes widened just the slightest bit when she deciphered the two biggest symbols.

“You tried to summon help. A mentor” she whispered. It wasn’t really a question but Danny nodded anyway, eyes locked on the floor. All of a sudden, he looked embarrassed.

“I honestly hoped I’d just have to strike a deal with a heroic ghost, sorry it got you instead.”

Diana smiled.

“How about we meet next week when you’re healthier and well-rested and you tell me what help you need?”

Short DPXDC Prompts #926

There’s so many “Batfam/Justice League summons Danny” ideas out there. What if it was the other way around? Danny, desperate for a mentor and wisdom in defending his small town, summons a Being of Justice to help teach him how to be a vigilante.

[ballet-symphonie]

Pirouettes en dedans are the bane of my existence! I mean, not that en dehors are much better but at least I get them all the way around without killing myself.

No you have any tips that worked for you? Stuff I can try at home? The internet has so much information and it's overwhelming so I trust your pro opinion.

This is my 3rd year of ballet school, starting as an adult beginner. My barre game is killer! I can see so much improvement while at it. Feet, turn out, position, even port de bras looks better. My favorite of all barre exercises are rond de jambes, any sort. My center is a mess. Funny enough I much prefer watching adagios but I do much better in allegro. Despite my weight and body characteristics, I can jump (sure enough I'm nowhere near the 180 in the air but yesterday I almost sat my right leg split in floor barre!!!!! ) and have promising technique to improve. Now balancing in adagio and doing the damn pirouettes is not my thing and I want so much to improve.

My teacher says she might add me to pointe classes in the future but not before I can master a simple pirouette. I'm ready to work hard! So, help is needed!!!

Ok! So it's time for another Technique Talk with Ale!

Let's start with some general rules for pirouettes:

Bad preparation -> Bad turn. If it magically goes well, it's luck, not skill and you can't depend on that.

Pirouettes hate change, you need to establish the pose as soon as possible and try not to adjust anything mid-turn.

If you see the floor, you're wrong. End of discussion.

Now into specifics for pirouette en dedans, from 4th position:

Preparation

Size of the position: Sit in a 4th position that's comfortable for you. It shouldn't be so large that it's difficult for you to shift your weight to the front foot, but it also shouldn't be so small that you struggle to feel where your weight is placed. Also, watch your hips closely, push the hip of your working leg down and forwards, toward your front leg.

Weight distribution: Now there are a lot of different schools of thought here, I will simply share what I find the most helpful for myself. Some people think the weight should be 50/50 but for me, I like to keep the majority of weight over my front foot around 90/10 if you're a numbers person. At the time before the preparation, I can easily lift my back foot off the floor. It's a more drastic shift than what feels normal, but pre-setting yourself this way minimizes the weight transfer to get into the pirouette. A smaller, more controlled weight transfer is more stable.

Upper Body: Whenever I go to prep for a turn, I bring some attention to my abdominals. I mean your abs should always be working, but it's especially necessary when you go for a turn. Feel the connection between your backbone and your spine. There also needs to be energy exerted through your arms from your shoulder blades. They're your stabilizers for the turn, they can't dangle like uncooked pasta.

Initiating the turn:

'Spiraling' with the arms: You don't need to do that wacky crazy wind-up, it generates way more force than you'll know what to do with. However, there's a small, internal twist, more for your spine than your arms. You should feel the counter-rotation as you slightly twist away from the direction that you want to turn, creating space for yourself to start the turn.

Supporting leg, power from your heel: The supporting front heel is what's gonna get you around. Instantly try to push your heel forward on releve and focus on getting that little 'spring' moment to initiate the turn. This is the first thing that moves in your lower body and this is how you keep your supporting leg turned out. If you can't feel the rotation from the heel, try doing just a tour lent (promenade) instead of a pirouette. Feel the inside of your leg pushing around as you move your heel. Try one and eventually two rotations like this WITHOUT changing your back or your passe. It should take you at least 10 seconds to do this, it's a great exercise for checking and improving your balance and strength. Also, you'll really feel your supporting leg work and can get the sensation of what 'on your leg' feels like.

Working leg: There are two options, bringing the leg in through a la second with an enveloppé or just directly bringing the leg into the turning position. I find the latter easier to start with because it doesn't involve another pose, and coming in from second involves a ton of force that's harder to control. Also, it's less likely to throw your hips out of wack.

General coordination: The older I get, the more I realize that the preparation for turns doesn't have to be super duper fast. One of the ballet masters in the company specializes in fixing our turns. He's always telling us that you shouldn't rush to start the rotations and the prep can feel slower, even at a fast tempo. Fix the position first, feel yourself transfer your weight and arrive arrive in passé almost 'before' you start turning. Don't rush to get to the pirouette.

Rotation + Finish

The verticality of the spine: Keep your posture and a tall straight spine with your abs pressed in tight!! If you start to look down or up, you're doomed, not even God can save you.

Try not to hop: In my opinion, it doesn't do you any favors and only encourages bad habits once you get on pointe. Start with one clean turn and try to end up on releve on a super-engaged leg, drilling your toes into the floor. If you can't finish a single turn like that, you're not ready for doubles.

Spot: The same ballet master is always saying "chin to left shoulder" (for pirouettes on the right leg) and this specific direction is beneficial for me because it reminds me that spotting is an action, it takes effort and energy. Keep a loose neck, like a metronome, just 'tick, tick' for a double turn. He also stresses 'active' eyes and says that knowing what/where you're spotting is key. I personally am not always consciously looking at something, I rely more on the rhythm of my head moving. But I also have a really sucky spot so.... (this ballet master also says that my turns could be so good but I insist on spotting like a sleeping bear)

Arms: If you're turning with your arms above your head, I strongly recommend taking your arms from preparation, through second to fifth but through the diagonal towards the direction you're turning. I think taking your arms up through the center is really difficult as it generates a lot more force and it can throw you backward. I know we all think we have our arms in front of our bodies, but sometimes that's not the case. Especially when turning, keep your arms more forward than you think, having them behind you is most likely going to force your ribs to open, and then your posture is all out of wack. Something that helped me a ton: practicing moving your arms back and forth quickly from 1st to 2nd and 2nd to 5th, WITHOUT changing anything in your back. This is an exercise in isolation, just like jazz/hip hop dancers do. You should be able to hold your ribs closed and move your forearms freely.

Maintaining turnout + passe position: One of the most common mistakes is the passé turnout deteriorating. Try to keep your glutes, hip flexors, and hamstrings consistently engaged. That's what's going to hold your passe, the muscles under your thigh. Try to keep your thigh perfectly parallel to the ground, this is the most aesthetically pleasing line. Don't relax too soon!! You're not 'done' until you're back in the plie/5th position.

So there's A LOT here and I appreciate you all for reading. I can't promise this is magically going to fix your turns, but I hope some of my tips will help or at least give you some things to think about! It's super technical but the most important thing is to get into the studio and practice! Don't try to change everything at once, just work gradually and safely but try to be consistent. As always, feel free to ask more questions about anything here that doesn't make sense or that you want more details on!

[randomshyperson]

Seeing u getting many requests there, that's really cool you deserve it (though I hope it doesn't overwhelm u or smth). May I request smth? A WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice). Thank you!

Hello Anon! Hope you’re doing fine! 

Sorry this took long. It was really hard to write actually, because I don't feel anger towards Wanda and thinking about fighting with her was really weird haha But I hope you like this. 

Attraction and Reaction / / AO3 

Warnings: 18+, Smut, language.

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Part Two Here

It was no secret on the Avengers team that you and Wanda did not have the best of relationships. 

There were numerous warnings from Steve and Tony, and even Natasha, due to the number of arguments and disagreements that took place. You were sure that no action was taken just because you two function well on the battlefield, even if you don't get along off it.

At this moment, for example, you were in a meeting with the rest of the team about the next Avengers mission, but you weren't really paying attention as you scribbled on your notepad. And then your cell phone vibrated, and you pulled it out of your pocket to check it.

- Can you pay attention, Y/N? - Tony asked, and you looked away from the notification of a message from Carol to look at him. But before you could answer, Wanda muttered with irony:

- Typical.

You blinked, feeling a familiar irritation fill your entire body.

- Is there anything you wanna say to me, Maximoff?

- Just for you to fuck off.

You were going to hit back with a angry response, but the team let out a loud impatient grumble.

- Don't even start! - Tony ordered with a serious expression. - I need to go over all this, you can kill yourselves after the presentation.

- No one is going to kill anyone. - said Steve, and you giggled. - Just continue the presentation, please.

Tony rolled his eyes and resumed the presentation. You let out an impatient sigh and tried to pay attention. Fortunately it wasn't much longer before Tony finished. As the members began to get up, Steve signaled for you and Wanda to stay in the room, and you grumbled as you sat back down, throwing your feet up on the table.

- Girls, this can't go on any longer. - Steve said in a serious tone.

- I don't know what you are talking about. - You mock with your arms crossed. Steve doesn't laugh.

- I'm not joking. - He warns. - You need to work out your differences.

- Things would be easier if Y/N wasn't such an arrogant jerk. - Wanda says, and you let out a wry exclamation.

- If Wanda wasn't completely mental and stubborn it would also be easier for us to get along.

Wanda turns in her chair to look at you, her expression of anger.

- Oh, I'm the unstable one? Remind me who is known to lose her head around here?

You roll your eyes impatiently, but before you can respond Steve shouts.

- Stop it, you two, that's enough. - He says. - You are suspended from the next mission.

- Excuse me? - you exclaim looking at him.

- Until this conflict is resolved, you will work together. - He clarifies and you let out a nervous laugh, frowning. - You will be team partners, and you will learn to get along. That is my final decision. Now you can go.

You get up from the table in annoyance, and hurry to leave, with Wanda right behind you. As you stand in the hallway toward your rooms, she shouts:

- This is all your fault! You have to talk shit all the time, don't you?

You let out a wry laugh as you stop walking and turn toward her.

- You're so annoying. - You grumble with your hands in your pockets. - I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with you.

Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh, and you notice her reddened eyes and the magic slipping from her fingers, and you look at her in defiance.

- Come on, do it. - You tease. - I dare you.

- Girls! - shouted Natasha as she turned into the hallway, and quickly got between you and Wanda, putting her hands on her shoulders to calm her down. Wanda blinked in confusion, lowered her hands and her eyes returned to normal. - You two have lost your minds, haven't you?

Your heart was racing, and you thought it was the adrenaline. Licking your lips, you let out a laugh and gave Wanda one last angry glance before turning and heading for your room.

//-//

Steve was really serious about the suspension. The vast majority of the team was out of the tower heading to some city in Europe, and you and Wanda were basically grounded in the tower while Steve left Bucky checking up on you two.

At that point Bucky assigned you and Wanda to train together, and you didn't understand how the best alternative to resolve conflicts was to make you fight, but you didn't question it.

- I want a clean fight, girls. - He said sitting on the stool beside the mat, while you and Wanda climbed into the ring from opposite sides.

- Tell it to the little witch, there. - You retort, looking at Wanda, and she frowns at you.

- You're really going to piss me off before you fight me, aren't you?

You roll your eyes, getting into a defensive position. Bucky lets out a chuckle, getting to his feet. He picks up two sticks, and hands one to each of you.

- You two need to practice using bladed weapons. - He explains and sits back down.

And then you advance on Wanda, who narrowly defends your blow. She counterattacks with the stick towards your legs, but you jump and throw the stick at her, who ducks quickly. You take two steps back, preparing to attack, and as you launch a series of quick strikes which Wanda fights back, you manage to trip her, and watch with a wry smile as she falls backwards onto the ground looking extremely annoyed. But your smile dies when Wanda punches the tatami and her magic escapes, throwing you away.

You fall backwards, feeling your whole body boiling with rage, and get up quickly, but Bucky has already stepped onto the tatami and gets in front of you before you can reach Wanda, who has also gotten up.

- Let's just calm down, okay? - He says seriously, looking between the two of you. - A five-minute break? And no magic next time.

Wanda rolls her eyes, turning to leave the mat. You start to take off your training gloves. 

- What's the matter with you two? - Bucky asks looking really curious. You roll your eyes impatiently.

- I don't want to argue about this again.

Bucky lets out a sigh, leaving the ring. You look around, and notice that Wanda is in the corner of the room, drinking some water. She is sweaty, and her hair is disheveled, and you look down at her exposed collarbone, feeling your throat suddenly dry. You imagine yourself kissing and biting the exposed skin as she moans your name. You blink, trying to push these thoughts away, and then step out of the ring.

- I don't want to practice anymore. - You announce it before you leave. You think Bucky says something, but you have already left the academy.

//-//

Bucky decided to try a different tactic to improve your relationship with Wanda. He described it as a trust technique, which was something he and Sam tried for a while. 

So here you were in one of the empty rooms of the complex, sitting in a chair facing Wanda. Both of you had your arms crossed.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Bucky, standing in front of you. - I'm going to ask you some simple questions, and I need you to answer them honestly.

- Yes, sir. - You retort with mild irony, but Bucky doesn't mind.

- Y/N can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You let out a dry laugh. But seeing Bucky's expression, you realize that you are going to have to answer.

- I like it when she shuts up. - You retort, and Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh.

- And I like it when you are not around.

- And I...

- Enough! - Bucky interrupts angrily, pressing his fingers to his forehead. - Let's try something else then. I have brought you a list of questions.

- This should be interesting. - You sneer as Bucky walks up to the living room table behind the papers.

When he reaches for the papers, he decides to stand against the table, looking at you.

- Well, Wanda. Tell me, what behavior do you think Y/N should change towards you?

Wanda smiles wryly.

- I wish she wouldn't talk to me.

- That's fine with me. - You retort grumpily, and Wanda looks at you angrily. Bucky sighs with impatience.

- I am serious. - He says. - Do you even know when this conflict started?

You laugh.

- I'm not the one who brought the enemy back to the team. - You point to the time when Wanda fought alongside Ultron.

- Seriously? - She replies incredulously. - Of course you had to bring that back.

- They are just facts.

- The only fact here is that you are an arrogant jerk...

- You just know two adjectives, don't you? - You mockingly interrupt.

- Oh, I have other adjectives for you, yes. - She retorts with irritation, starting to list them on her fingers as she speaks. - Immature, rude, selfish...

- Don't forget hot. - You hit back with a smile, and Wanda rolls her eyes, but before she can continue, Bucky gets up from the table.

- Okay, you guys are going to do the silent exercise. - he says. - Five minutes looking into each other's eyes. Now.

- You're kidding, right? - You retort incredulously, but Bucky's expression is serious.

- Now. - He repeats and you roll your eyes before looking away from him to Wanda.

It's weird, especially in the first few seconds. She looks at you with an impassive face, and you look at her with the same expression. And then you realize that she has very beautiful eyes. Has it been five minutes, you think, starting to feel strange. You hold your gaze, but your thoughts start to wander, and you imagine that you want to leave. But looking at Wanda like this, your thoughts begin to take a completely different turn.

You imagine Wanda sweating like that day at practice, only this time she's with her legs spread wide while you fuck her on your bed. Then you imagine her spreading her legs for you now still sitting in her chair, while you kneel down and touch her until she loses all control.

You also imagine pushing her down on the table, fucking her until her scream. 

And then a noise startles you, and you blink in confusion, looking away.

- Damn, sorry. - Says Bucky looking at his cell phone that is ringing and vibrating in his hand. - It's Steve. It might be about the mission. Try not to kill yourselves while I talk to him.

Bucky rushes to answer it and out of the room, and you let out an impatient sigh. Getting up, you walk over to the desk, looking at the notes he has made.

- Couple therapy techniques. - You read aloud with irony. - This is a joke.

- We wouldn't be here if you weren't such a pain in the ass.

- Yes, it's all my fault. - You retort, throwing the papers on the table and leaning on the furniture. 

- Are you implying that this is my fault? - she replies angrily. - You're the one who has hated me for no reason since I came here!

You blink in surprise and then you're laughing. You never hated Wanda. Your laughter seemed to irritate her even more because she stood up and assumed an aggressive posture.

- Did I tell a joke, by any chance? Why the hell are you laughing? - She asked irritated, you bit your lips, she was hot as hell with her jaw clenched.

- Why don't you take a peek into my mind and find out? - You challenged, looking at her with intensity.

Wanda looked slightly surprised, but didn't flinch. And then her eyes turned red, and you showed her exactly how you felt about her.

You moving towards her, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her mouth firmly. Your tongue in her mouth, as she moaned against you. Your hands going down a little, steadying her before lifting her onto your lap to carry her to the table and have her sit down without breaking the kiss. 

Once seated, you would move your kisses down her collarbone, sucking on her skin until it was red and sensitive, while your hands went inside her shirt at the waist and up to her breasts. You imagined Wanda moaning in your ear, asking you to touch her. And then you would. 

Guiding your hand up her thigh, you would lift her skirt, running your fingers along her skin, until you touched her where she wanted you to. And you would kiss her hard when you reached it, hard enough to make her lose her direction. 

You would start by superficially caressing her through her panties, until she began to tremble and push her hips against you.

Then you would push the panties aside, and penetrate her all at once, feeling her hot and wet in your fingers, while she moaned loudly against you.

You would bring your hand to her hair, pulling gently to expose the collarbone you wanted so badly to kiss, while Wanda would get overwhelmed with such intense satisfaction. You would push your fingers into her until her walls tightened around you, and she began to spasm, whimpering."

Wanda stumbled backwards with a surprised exclamation and a breathless sigh, the sound of the door opening and Bucky entering the room woke her up. You licked your lips, feeling extremely turned on by the playfulness.

- I see you didn't kill yourselves while I was away. - said the soldier, putting away his cell phone. Then he looked up at you two, and frowned. - Is everything okay?

You cleared your throat, trying to smile. But then Wanda spoke first.

- Everything's great. - Her voice came out a little hoarse. - We talked a little while you were out there. - She lies, but you cover it up. - Y/N and I are going out together for a while, to try to resolve this situation without involving the team.

Bucky looks really surprised, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing, and then Bucky smiles.

- Wow, that's great news! - He says - I am proud of you guys.

- Can we go now? - Wanda asks looking anxious. 

- Sure, go ahead. - He says, still smiling. Wanda looks at you and the gleam in her eyes makes your stomach turn with anxiety.

You walk silently out of the hallway, and there is such tension in the air that it is hard to breathe.

About five minutes later, you are in your room, settling your differences in the best possible way.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

I wrote a blurb, hope you like it:)

It had started out as a way to settle his curiosity.

Ok, no it had started out as a dimension-ending threat, but that was honestly a bummer, and Danny preferred to focus on the positive. This was a dimension with aliens, for the love of the Ancients, there was plenty of reason to be a little bit excited.

Which was why, Danny thought it was completely understandable he'd just want to have a little bit of an exploratory excursion. It was recon, he told himself. Totally necessary. Plus he was going as Danny the Normal Boy, instead of Phantom the Glowing Ghost, so it was all very inconspicuous.

What he hadn't counted on was coming across the living dead terrorizing some poor college student on their way back home. The zombie hadn't been too hard to handle in the end, it was just that in the heat of the moment he hadn't had the time to find a hidden spot to transform. Danny had booked it out of there as soon as he'd made sure the girl was ok, and had hoped for the best.

In retrospective, that had probably been a bad call. He was getting increasingly aware of that as he scrolled through the blog post about the first Magical Girl sighting. At least that's what the poster was calling him.

To make things worse, Danny hadn't even found it first.

"You can't really blame them," Tucker said, smothering a laugh. "You have got the sparkly transformation down."

"Tuck, please," Danny moaned as he flopped down on the other boy's bed.

"And the one liners can't be helping," Sam tsked.

"I've always though your Phantom getup was missing something," Tucker joked, before continuing with a smirk. "Turns out it was a miniskirt all along."

Danny just put both his hand over his face in pure misery.

"No, no, he's got a point," Sam said. "I think you could totally pull off a tiara on top too."

At that, Danny couldn't help the little giggle which turned into a full on laughing fit which had all three on their back in Tucker's bed trying to get their breath back. They were left in cosy silence for a moment before Sam spoke up.

"It's not all bad. People aren't calling for your head on a stick this time."

"That is a marked improvement, yes," Danny drawled.

"Why not just own it?" Tucker said suddenly.

"What?" Danny frowned.

"Magical Girls have a much better PR," Tucker continued.

"That's true," Danny conceded. "But guys, I don't think I can pass off as a Magical Girl for very long. I mean, I don't even have a team."

"Oh, I'm not too sure about that," Sam said with a glint in her eyes that meant trouble.

Danny had called a halfa meeting, which was a pretty new feature of the Fenton house. With the Big Bad landing Amity Park on this side of the dimensional plane needing all hands on deck, not only Dani but Dan also had had to contribute as part of his community service. Which meant that they were both stuck here with the rest of Amity Park and current residents of the Fenton house.

"Dear sister-cousin and crusty brother-like annoyance," Danny started. "I have gathered you here today to present to you the Magical Girl Scheme."

With that, he clicked on the pointer and displayed a powerpoint title slide with "Magical Girl Scheme" written in glittery pink.

"As you are all aware," Sam took over. "We have been living in this dimension for a little over a week. Last night, Danny here had the brilliant idea to go for a little nighttime exploration in human form."

The powerpoint turned to a stick figure with an arrow pointing at it saying 'Normal Boy Danny'.

"Unfortunately, he had to transform in front of a civilian to protect them from a zombie."

The slide showed another stick figure with a white circle around it in front of a slightly bigger stick figure that had its arms in front of its mouth.

Dani gasped dramatically, as Dan just gave them a deadpan stare.

"Luckily!" Tucker intoned. "The civilian did not alert the authorities, though they did write a blog post about it."

On cue, the slide changed to a screenshot of the blog post.

"That post termed Danny here, as a magical girl," Sam said as she tapped on the words on the screen.

Dan smirked and let out a mocking laugh, as Dani squealed.

"After long deliberations, we have come to the conclusion that the only way forward with this was through. I have to own it." Danny concluded.

"So my only question for you is," the half-dead teen said before clicking on the pointer to change to the next slide in synch with his following question. "Are you ready to become a Magical Girl?"

Dani jumped off the couch with a squeal. "Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes!!"

"Not on your half-life," Dan stated.

Dani immediately turned back towards him. "Aw big bro, please?" Dani turned her puppy eyes on the large man, which had him visibly wavering. One thing Danny had learned in the last week was that his evil future-self was a massive pushover for Dannielle and her puppy eyes. The more you knew.

"Alright, fine," the man conceded with an annoyed sigh, as if to prove the point.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!!!!" She said as she looped around in the air.

"Now that this is decided," Tucker said as they all sat back down. "Let's go over your new Magical Girl personas and powers."

This was going to be a disaster.

Danny couldn't wait.

Here's the tag list, sorry if I missed anyone: @malice-of-the-sunrise @thewondersoflebanon @amercurio @skulld3mort-1fan @seraphinedemort @wandererofthestars @wildbacon @elvesandlanterns @blankliferain

The Council of the Dead Would Like to Inform the Justice League that “Magical Girl” is a Gender-Neutral Term 16.2.23

DP x DC. Danny, Dani, Dan, Vlad, Clockwork, the Justice League. Redeemed Vlad, redeemed Dan, Ghost King Danny.

Amity gets suddenly transported to the DC universe, but that doesn’t mean anybody realizes it suddenly exists. Amity was already extremely liminal and under an information blackout, and both those things stay true making it really hard to think about for anybody that doesn’t already know about it.

Just be DC hasn’t noticed Amity does not mean Amity hasn’t noticed DC, which is why Danny is out exploring this world that’s absolutely full of heroes.

Unfortunately, DC is even more full of disasters, and he’s forced to transform to protect some people. He books it out of there immediately afterward and disappears.

Everyone assumes he’s a magical girl. A black-haired blue-eyed “civilian” had a whole freaking transformation, fixed everything with magic, and flew away. Was he Tim Drake? Related to the Superboys? A random teen? One of Bruce Wayne’s other children? No-ones ever seen a hero with a transformation before.

Danny finds out about this and is more than willing to play along.

He can make his transformation more dramatic, :) he can design some special attacks, :) Clockwork can he use a time medallion as a boost item?* (Clockwork says yes.) :D

With Vlad, Dani, and Dan playing along too they even have a pretty decent magical girl team, complete with Vlad playing the dark horse magical girl rival whose more rude and abrasive but ultimately on the same side for bonus Justice League trolling.

The Justice League is absolutely loosing their minds apparently living through a Magical Girl anime. Especially after threats from the Infinite Realms start getting involved.

*The ultimate boost item is, of course, the Crown of Fire.

Dani, Danny, and Dan introduce themselves as half-siblings. For the pun.

Day (626/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 16th of Feb

[dreaming-twist]

THAT'S NOT FAIR!

I wrote something self-indulgent for myself ~

Note: "(Y/n)" has her/she pronouns. And sorry if the translator changed any pronoun, I re-read it already but if something's left I'll correct it later!

At NRC, there weren't many opportunities for an entire course to come together in one class, but this was one of those days when it did. Professor Vargas had told all his students something about how observing other people, apart from classmates, could awaken in each one a feeling of improvement and rivalry that would make them try harder everyday. And having said that, he gathered all the first-year classes in the schoolyard, so that each of the students could do the sport that they most wanted.

Ace, Deuce and (Y/n) –who was carring Grim– walked around looking sideways in search of their friends, and after a few seconds they saw Jack's hand, calling for them above all the student heads around. The four of them made room to pass netween their classmates, and found Jack and Epel there.

"Hey ~" Ace greeted, raising his hand. Deuce and Epel bumpled their fists, and Jack smiled. "Well, I'll be brief: Basketball"

"You're making up your own mind, Ace" Grim said reluctantly.

"You know, there are two people here from the athletic club, if we were to pick something by majority we would win" Deuce commented casually, glancing at Jack.

Ace mockingly mimicked him, then put his arms behind his head.

"What do you want to play then?"

"Anything, I only want to start moving NOW" said Epel, who had already begun to stretch.

"Same here" Jack said, folding his arms. "I just want something to keep me going."

"Well, then it's decided!" Ace turned away, before Deuce could say anything to him. "I'm going for a ba—!"

"I THINK that what Professor Vargas wants is for us to try new experiences."

"UWAH!" Ace was startled to see someone cutting him off, which he almost bumped in. "SEBEK!? Since WHEN were you there!?"

Sebek arched an eyebrow, not changing his expression too much.

"I have listened to your conversation from the very beginning, human. If that's what you mean."

"... Well, now that we are 7 at least we can play 3 VS 3."

"... Huh? But if we were 6 before, right?";(Y/n) said, counting.

"Ah— did you count Grim? 'Cause I didn't"

"HEY, ACE! I'M GONNA TO HIT YOU, YOU SEE!" Grim yelled at him angrily as Ace held up his tongue.

"AS I WAS SAYING," Sebek began, walking a few more steps to the other boys, "I think trying something that no one practices on a regular basis would be a much more enriching experience for everyone."

Ace narrowed his eyes at him, though Sebek didn't seem to have noticed him. Deuce put a hand to his chin thoughtfully.

"Sounds like a good option to me, actually" he said, glancing at (Y/n) and Grim, who nodded. Jack seemed to be listening intently, and Epel's eyes were fixed on Sebek, since he wanted to get started as soon as possible. "Do you have any suggestions, Sebek?"

"Hmpf. Of course I do" he said, smiling, and then headed straight for a bench.

They all looked at each other without understanding anything, and followed him. Sebek ended up sitting up and putting his elbow on the table, and when everyone saw him smile proudly they knew what it was about.

"Arm wrestling? Like, seriously?" Ace asked, looking bored. He sought support from the others, looking at them, but he was surprised to see everyone really wanting to get started.

"Do you think you can beat me?" Jack asked confidently. "I was competing against Leona-senpai some days ago."

"Impressive, but yes: I think I can win. Do not underestimate the bodyguard of the great Malleus Draconia."

Jack smiled and sat down at the table, and they both put their hands together for a second after they started. They were both too strong, so they just smiled while straining.

Epel was looking at them with super bright eyes, and then he turned to Deuce, clenching his fists tightly.

"DEUCE! We are next! I'm not losing to you!"

Deuce looked at him in surprise, but then his grimace changed to a crooked smile as he collided with one of his fists against his other hand.

"I'm going to do everything I can to win you over, huh?" He said, and Epel was quick to nod and sit up to go against him.

They both put their elbows on the table and clasped their hands, and on the count of three they started. From the start Deuce seemed to have the upper hand, but Epel didn't give up on the first try, keeping his arm up for a long time. Deuce knew that if he used as much force as in his past days, he could win, but he was no longer like that, so he gave his all without going to extremes that were not going to be good for him or for his opponent. But still, he was struggling. And that made him feel proud of his friend, who seemed to be getting stronger every day through training and perseverance.

"Epel, your training seems to be paying off" Deuce said, smiling, though his tone darkened a bit afterward. "But I'm not going to let you beat me."

"HA!" said Epel, cocky. "We both train very hard, but there is something that I have and you don't ~"

Deuce arched an eyebrow not knowing what his opponent was planning on him... until he fixed his eyes on him: Epel was looking at him with the brightest and most adorable eyes he'd ever seen.

"Huuum, Deuce-kun, you're too strong ... I'm not going to be able to beat you ... ~"

Deuce shuddered when he heard that high-pitched tone of voice suddenly, which made Epel suddenly use more force and knock down Deuce's arm, thus winning the game. Epel stood up with a jump, returning to his normal voice again.

"TAKE THAT, YOU LOSER! WOOOOOOO!"

Deuce blinked a few times, unaware of what had just happened. But as he recovered, he snapped his eyes open and pointed at Epel, embarrassed.

"EPEL! THAT'S NOT FAIR!

"What's not fair?" Epel asked, pretending to be oblivious, but without losing his smile.

"Deuce... You have to lose that irrational fear you have of women... Or well, of everything just a little femenine, ya know" Ace said, sighing.

"It's not irrational! EPEL! I DEMAND ANOTHER MATCH!"

"Eeeeeh...?"

Ace, Grim and (Y/n) stood watching them argue a bit, not saying anything ... until Ace and (Y/n) ended up looking sideways. And Ace then showed a mocking smile.

"... Weeeell, (Y/n)... Do you want me to crush you?~"

"You speak very confidently for being the weaklest guy in the basketball club, Ace" Grim said quickly, to which (Y/n) gave a small laugh.

"WEAKL...! All right, Grim, you against me! But if you end up crying don't blame me, huh"

"Whatever, I'm gonna win you over."

Ace sat down at the table and Grim jumped on top of it. They both put their arms in position and on the count of three, they started the match... which ended just as quickly.

"... Wait, WHAT!?" That scream sounded so loud that other students turned to look his way. "THAT'S NOT FAIR! (Y/N)! WHY HAVE YOU HELPED HIM!?"

"Hum? What are you talking about?" (Y/n) asked innocently, whose hand was on Grim's paw, and both of them had managed to knock Ace down in no time.

"HEY, DON'T PLAY FOOL!"

"Tch, tch, tch ... Ace, my minion and I are one student. If you are looking for a fight with me, you are looking for it with her. This is how things are ~"

Meanwhile, Sebek and Jack continued to compete. Neither of them seemed to want to give in and be the last loser of the day.

"Aren't you tired yet, Sebek?"

"Not at all. I am totally focused on our match."

"Heh. I supposed it. Although it seems that the others have already finished. We should finish soon.”

"HA! That those humans and that magic monster are not as good as us is none of our business."

"... You're right, I just have to beat you."

That made everyone turn their heads towards the two of them, especially Ace and Deuce, the losers from the previous rounds. The two of them frowned at being treated like that, looked at each other, and ended up reading each other's minds. Epel, Grim and (Y/n) could feel how they weren't planning anything good... even though they couldn't say anything about it. Ace and Deuce took a breath then, and...

"M-M-MALLEUS-SENPAI! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

"KINGSCHOLAR-SENPAI! HAVE YOU COME TO WATCH JACK'S MATCH?"

And then, Sebek and Jack reacted at the same time, getting up from the place very upright, turning to see their superiors ...

"WAKA-SAMA, IT'S AN HONOR—!"

"LEONA-SENPAI, I WAS—"

... Only to realize that they were nowhere to be found.

"WOW, Sebek, looks like you've lost, huh? ~"

"Now we're in the same boat, Jack ~"

The two of them were stunned to realize that they had given up at the same time, and thus, they had both lost.

"Good work, Deuce-kun ~

"Same there, Ace-kun ~

Ace and Deuce bumpled fists, grinning. When they weren't arguing, the truth was that they made a great team. Although...

"... Uh... You two... I don't think it's time to celebrate."

They both turned to Grim and could see Sebek and Jack getting dangerously close to them, stretching their arms and clenching their fists.

"Time to show them who the losers are"

"I was going to say the exact same thing"

Epel, Grim, and (Y/n) stood, watching the chase live... until Epel finally said something.

"Well... do you want to take one more?"

"Of course! This is the one to see who wins!" Grim said, jumping back onto the table.

"No cheating this time, okay? We will play as it should from the beginning" (Y/n) said him, laughing, and placing her hand on Grim's paw.

Epel smiled and joined them, getting ready.

"OK! So... AT THE COUNT OF THREE...!"