#I wish mobile showed you when people were mutuals

[etoilebleu]

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[nutwit]

no way you probably wont see this (i'm not showing up in anyone's notifications LOL) but we were mutuals like. years and years and years and seriously years ago when i was like, a very young teen. isn't this the same pfp and mobile blog color you've had since then? that's so funny, i'm so happy to see you again!!! i hope you're doing well!!!

With all caliber of honesty and truth I was walking home from work yesterday and looked up at the sky and "Starlight Starbright First star I see tonight" wished to unexpectedly experience a reconnection to a past friend. Do other people know magic is real?

[kooldewd123]

Lurked on r/196 literally since its creation, but I never really was part of the sub culture at all. Just grabbed some memes whenever it showed up on my front page. Anyway

1. Name? People usually call me Kool around here.

2. Pronouns? He/him

3. Sexuality? Aroace

4. Country? US of A

5. Top 5 fandoms? Let’s see, Pokemon and Sentinels of the Multiverse are definitely my top two. It changes around a lot, but let’s put the other three down as animation, general Nintendo, and Animorphs.

6.  What is your most forbidden snack? I work in a microbiology lab. The agar and broth smell super yeasty, but sometimes it’s subdued enough to convince me it’s edible.

7. Would you pet a bug? Probably, yeah. If it wants pets, who am I to deny it?

8. Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. You know those things they have in kids waterparks where water flows through a channel and you can change the flow of the water by flipping paddles up or down? One time, an unsupervised child (I was a teenager at the time, for reference) walked up while I was distracted looking for my brother and jammed my finger in the hinge. The skin was pinched so tight it didn’t clot properly, so now I’ve got matching scars on either side of my pinky.

9. What does the color blue taste like? Cool and refreshing.

10. What’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? Going hiking in Maine. As an funny extra bonus, the trip somehow ended up coinciding with E3 2018, so I literally saw the “Everyone Is Here!” announcement live at 360p in the middle of a rocky clearing on the side of a hill.

11. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done? There was a solid chunk of time as a kid where I insisted Monopoly was pronounced with the emphasis on the first syllable instead of the second. My family still teases me about it sometimes.

12. What’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard/seen someone else do/say? Gimme some time and I could list off a dozen instances of my friends (and myself) being idiots. First one that comes to mind is when two of the girls in our group wanted to test out their pepper spray, and did so by spraying it in my toilet. When they flushed it, it sent a plume of pepper spray through my entire apartment and basically turned it into a miniature gas chamber. The two of them obviously got the worst of it.

13. Hyperfixation Song? There’s a couple of Owl City tracks I could list here, but The Tornado in particular has not left my head since it released.

14. Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? My pfp (once I change it back from Misha Collins) is the Nekoluga, a character in a mobile game I like called The Battle Cats. I started using it based on a joke with some old friends.

I made my username when I was like 7 or 8 and “cooldude123″ was like the peak of my creativity. “Cool” later became “Kool” because it looked kooler, and I stole “Dewd” from the name of a VBS Bible Buddy. No, I’m not joking.

15. Dream Career as a Child: Author or scientist

16. Dream Career as an Adult: I’m not really sure. Honestly, part of me wishes I could go back to being a student and just learn a bunch of new stuff.

17. Thoughts on Cilantro: I’m agnostic.

18. Have you been banned from a location? One time some kids in fourth grade were trying to bully me, but I was so oblivious I didn’t realize it and as a result, it wasn’t affecting me. Eventually they got me in detention by framing me for punching one of them in the face, and my mom banned me from going to the four-square court on the playground so I would stop hanging out with them. Does that count?

19. What is your cursed food combination? I eat chips with a fork.

20. Trans rights? You’re asking me that on the website run by the trans mafia (affectionate)?

I think most of my mutuals from reddit have already been tagged in this thread so far. @atlas-sharted​ @eggothesquirrel​ @sgtmuffinz​ and if I missed any other former redditors, you’re welcome to join in too.

“I just came from r/196” ask game

Saw another post. I think I should invite y'all to one of our longstanding traditions. Answer the questions then tag 10 (or more) people. I'll go first.

Name? Frankie

Pronouns and gender? he/they/it, transmasc

Sexuality? Lesbian

Country? USA

Top 5 fandoms? Bungou Stray Dogs, Cosmere, All for the Game, Fundiesnark (not a series but I'm too deep in it to not consider it a fandom), .....the tornado fandom? (they're my special interest)

What is your Most forbidden snack? The preserved bones at the Atlanta Bodies Exhibition. They looked so crunchy...

Would you pet a bug? If it's big enough, it is pettable.

Share a weird fact/story about yourself with the class. I like to drive around rural areas and photograph old, sometimes abandoned locations in the dead of night. I have been literally chased out of towns by foot and by car on two separate occasions. The second time this happened, "See You Again" by Miley Cyrus came up on shuffle and that's the soundtrack my friend and I tore out of town to. Also every "guy" I've dated except for my most recent ex (who has big egg energy) is a lesbian now.

What does the color blue taste like? Creme brulee

What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? The appalachian mountains of Tennessee in the middle of summer. There's kudzu everywhere. On the backroads, there were several old, dilapidated Baptist churches barely hanging to the side of the mountain. I wonder how many of them were still in use.

What is the stupidest thing you've ever done? Short version: my friend's house almost got broken into by this dude who'd been stalking us for months while we were home alone. Instead of calling the cops, we decided to confront him with a bow and arrow (me), a hatchet, and a baseball bat (him). The plan was that if it went badly, we would simply throw his corpse into one of the many lakes in the neighborhood and let the alligators eat his remains (this was Florida). Why? Because we were afraid of having our home-alone privileges revoked. Luckily for us all, the guy fucked off and we never saw him again.

Stupidest thing you've seen/heard someone else do/say? My ex thought that Jackalopes were real. Also, a nurse I was doing rotations with apparently thought that "Witness Protection" was for Jehovah's Witnesses.

Hyperfixation song? Young Enough + Bleach by Charly Bliss

Is there any meaning behind your profile picture and/or username? Profile pic; I'm transmasc and I'm currently obsessed with TriStamp. Username; It was my fake internet name when I was like 13. I won't change it because I want my mutuals to recognize me, and because I do have a viral post associated with this name.

Dream career as a child? Doctor (funnily enough I'm now in nursing school)

Dream career as an adult? Professional Jester. Not a comedian. I just want to be some weird little guy who dresses silly and you can hire me to roast your boss at work parties.

Thoughts on cilantro? Delicious

Have you ever been banned from a location and if so, why? I honestly can't remember? Probably... but in recent memory I've mainly banned people from places.

What is your cursed food combination? Pineapple on a hotdog with grilled onions. It Slaps.

Trans rights? TRANS RIGHTS

Tagging: @rocket-mankoi @mostlymarco @atleast8courics @jazzlike39 @gemsweater72 @limbobilbo @ameliaaltare @redcrane112 @theoneofwhomisblue @twinkenjoyer @theultimatecarp and anyone else who wants to jump on

[cant-think-of-anything-creative]

OoooOOooooOooo guess what!!! This scene well and truly won't leave me alone so I have spent another night writing up my Thoughts and Ideas into something somewhat comprehensible!!!! I blame @jackdaw-kraai @darthstitch @bookwyrmie completely, congratulations y'all!!!!! You Did This!!!!!! 🤣🤣

In the middle of a crowded ballroom, Vader and the child currently held in his arms stared at each other. Luke had handed her to him before he fully understood that what he was receiving was in fact both alive and a small child, and not something inanimate and, say, less fragile. While he tried to recall what to do with an infant, she did something that, in hindsight, he should have expected.

She reached up and hooked her tiny fingers into the slots of his respirator.

"I would advise against that, child," he said.

"Aba," she babbled at him, her other hand joining the first.

"This is not a plaything," he gently added. A pop-up on his HUD alerted him to a blockage and the estimated time he could stay conscious with the decreased rate of oxygen. "It is a vital piece of medical equipment. I must ask you to treat it as such."

He carefully guided her hands away and continued to fend off her attempts to touch either his mask or the unit on his chest. Eventually she settled for his hand, gripping his thumb and pinky finger and manipulating them as much as she could.

"Thank you for your compromise," Vader said.

The child strung together a set of nonsensical syllables that nonetheless had Vader nodding.

He stood there for a while, half-listening to Luke's conversation and letting the child play with his hand until she got bored. His attention was recaptured when she began making small distressed sounds, ones that dredged up a spark of foreboding within him.

"What is it?" he asked her. "Are you hungry, perhaps?"

He looked at the selection of food -- none of it designed for a child. Moreover, he had no idea what kind of preferences or allergies this one may or may not have.

She whined more insistently and stuck her fingers into her mouth.

Vader turned to Luke, still chatting animatedly with his fellows. He placed a hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

"I will return," he said.

"Sure," Luke agreed, patting Vader's hand, and launched right back into his conversation. Vader looked to the guards stationed at the perimeter of the ballroom and only then did he release Luke's shoulder.

He walked a little ways over to the buffet tables and took a knife and fork from the offered cutlery.

"Look, child," he murmured, tilting the utensils this way and that so the glinting of the light caught her attention. Her eyes latched onto the shiny metal, reaching for them with the hand not currently occupied. Her distressed coos tapered off slightly, but began to rise again when Vader wouldn't let her grab them.

"Hm, not so interesting for you, I think," he mused. "But you may hurt yourself if I allow you to hold them."

She looked at him crossly, wisps of her brows furrowed in caricature of what she'd observed of others. She took her hand out of her mouth to babble insistently and slap the arm holding her, smearing saliva across the dark leather.

"Very well," Vader sighed. "Perhaps there is a mutually agreeable solution."

A fine ribbon of the Force wound around them, pulled deftly from the fabric of reality by an old weaver's hand -- the utensils rose on invisible strings, twirling gently around each other like a mobile. It had a similar effect, as well; the child returned her attention to them, now silent but for the small grunts she made as, again, she tried to reach out.

"I agree," he nodded. "A tactile distraction would be best. But these have far too many points for you to prick yourself on, child."

He twitched his fingers and the utensils collided midair, bending around and around each other until there was a packed ball of metal. One could hardly tell where fork ended and knife began. The metal squealed quietly as it was bent into shape, and the more pressure Vader Forced upon it the more it began to glow a red heat. The child watched as the color changed to a burning orange and eventually a bright, molten white.

Vader held the condensed ball of silver at arm's length, thankful now for the wide berth people tended to give him at these functions.

"I believe you would quickly become dissatisfied a simple ball. Would you not agree?" Vader asked. The child, now that it was well and truly out of her grasp, was already looking around with a lazy, hooded eye. "Hm. Something more complex, then."

He turned back to the metal and began twisting. Some sections pulled apart, some connected together, until the latticework of a great dodecahedron rested above his hand, spinning on all axes so he could ensure the angles were correct from every direction. A shape that would occupy her for some time, hopefully. He carefully rounded each vertex and smoothed every edge, and double-checked it with precision.

Then, once he was satisfied, he began to wick away the heat held within the metal. Slowly, the silver set and hardened. He had to be careful, so the lattice did not cool in sections and split apart.

The child began whining again. Vader idly tucked her more securely against his chest, mindful of his life support -- but something inside him he could not name seemed to both stir and settle once she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Almost finished," he consoled her. "I have to make sure it is not too hot for you."

Eventually, Vader released his grasp of the Force and the dodecahedron fell into his hand, cooled completely to ambient temperature. He turned it over once more, a last check for burs or points that he might have missed.

"Here you are, child. Will this hold your attention?"

She took it from him and immediately placed a rung into her mouth. If she minded the taste, she did not show it.

"I am glad to see it," Vader nodded. "This is the framework of a great dodecahedron, which is a regular polyhedron. Many are taught that there are only five regular polyhedra, but there are actually forty-eight in three-dimensional Euclidean space."

She looked up at him with attentive eyes and removed the shape to talk to him, waving the latticework about.

"Exactly. Perfectly foolish to exclude all but the platonic solids."

She resumed her chewing. Vader began explaining the finer points of three-dimensional geometry, and her attentiveness as a pupil only wavered once he started on hexagonal tiling. (Which was more than fair, in Vader's opinion -- the tilings were the least interesting of the lot.) He continued as her eyes drooped and she settled in his arms, turning her new toy in her hands as she listened.

Suddenly, the great dodecahedron fell to the floor, clinking softly to a stop a few paces away. Vader looked down and stilled in surprise; the child was laid fully on his chest and shoulder, eyes closed and breathing deeply in relaxed and restful slumber. She seemed unconcerned by the hard metal of his mantle, but he dared not shift and risk waking her.

He looked for the dodecahedron and found instead Luke, already rising with it in his grip and making his way over.

"This is cool," the boy said, twirling it in his hands. "Where'd you get it?"

"I crafted it from cutlery," Vader replied, wincing at the volume of his vocoder.

"Woah, neat!" Luke took a closer look at it. "I can't see any seam lines."

"No," Vader confirmed. By the grin Luke flashes at him, his tone had a prideful air to it. The vocoder interpreted his chuckle as a small burst of static.

Luke's smile turned sweet, looking to the child in his arms.

"How is she?" he asked, still fiddling with the toy. "Sorry I handed her off so abruptly. I got caught up."

"It was no trouble, little one," Vader dismissed his apology. "...She fell asleep."

"Ohhh," Luke cooed, hand to his cheek. "That's so precious. I wish I brought my datapad."

"And I am rather glad you did not," Vader lightly countered.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Aw, come on. If I took a picture I wouldn't share it with anybody."

Vader was about to reply when--

POP!

At the other end of the table, a burst of applause followed as someone uncorked a bottle of carbonated wine. The child flinched awake in Vader's arms, blinked twice at the loud and bright surroundings, and heaved in a breath.

"Oh no," said Luke, right before she began to wail.

Vader hesitantly pat her back -- his mantle was too hard to bounce her on unless he wanted to give her a concussion. He looked to Luke, whose arms were already extended.

"Can I...?" Luke asked, and Vader readily handed her over. Luke started swaying in place, rubbing her back in gentle circles. "You were doing great, it's just--"

"My armor is not designed for comfort," Vader agreed. "I believe you are much better equipped for her, little one."

Luke's eyes stayed on him for a beat longer than he expected.

"Yeah, I guess not," he eventually agreed. He turned to the child still crying on his shoulder. "But wow, you've got a set of pipes on you, huh? Hey, what's this? You remember this? Did Lord Vader make it for you?"

Luke managed to catch the child's attention once more, her cries diminishing to hiccuping sobs once she had hold of the latticework again. After a couple of minutes it was back in her mouth, and Vader went to retrieve a napkin from the table so Luke could wipe her face.

While at the table, he let his irritation bleed into the space around him and the Dark responded, prickling eagerly up his neck. The gathered crowd immediately quieted and scampered off to another, less disruptive location.

"She really likes it," Luke said when he returned.

"Indeed. She is an exemplary student."

"Is that what you were talking about over here?" he asked, smiling. "Weird math stuff?"

Vader crossed his arms. "It is a fairly simple geometrical concept. She grasped upon the context immediately."

"Aw," Luke crooned. "That's the cutest thing I've ever heard. You're gonna be a scientist one day, huh, sweetling?"

He poked lightly at her belly, just enough to make her laugh -- and drop the dodecahedron. Vader buoyed it with a quick reaction of the Force, guiding it once more into her hands.

She stared at it with wide eyes, then brought it overhead and threw it.

"Oh yeah," Luke said as Vader retrieved it once again. "A scientist for sure."

[jaykayblr]

And it went like ; Doyoung | One-shot

Pairing : Doyoung × Reader

Genre : fluff, strangers to friends to lovers au, college/university au, mutual pining, café is kinda main here.

Warnings : slapping, crying, teeny bit of angst, kissing. Don't worry it isn't anything extreme.

Summary : it all started with two cups of iced americano.

Word count : 2.7k

Taglist : @starrdustville @thechoppersan @cupidluvstarrz @ncvltrtchnlgy @jenoleemonade @bluejaem

Author's note : ahh, this is my first One-shot. Based loosely on request that @starrdustville sent in my previous blog. Leave a comment to let me know what you feel about this one. I have worked for this one for a week and I am kinda proud of my improvement but I feel I could have done better now that I have read it almost ten times, but lemme know what you all think!. I hope you all like it! If there are any mistakes, please let me know.

You glance up from the screen of the mobile to greet the orbs of the male who had entered the class. The brown eyes roamed through your face and then looked away, choosing a place in the class’s backward.

Mysterious brown eyes were the first thing you noticed about the new transfer student. He was aloof, remaining silent throughout the class. You could never find him chatting with anybody. He consistently preferred taking the last seat in the class. He was suave, with soft boyish qualities. You had been looking at him at whatever chance you received for the recent few days. It was challenging to not acknowledge him; the dude had silky soft hair through which he would run his hand occasionally throughout the class. The transfer student wore dark colors, which made him appear even more alluring than the rest of your class boys. He was lean and was taller than you.

Straightening yourself when the professor started the class, you forced your mobile away.

Focused, the educator went on about defining the antique architecture of Rome. It was an interesting subject - but you found yourself gawking at the new student. It looked as if he acknowledged your stare, because there was a slight smirk stretching on his cheeks when you continued gawking at him for two solid minutes. You glanced forward and tried paying regard to your lecturer.

Same routine, but different.

You are carrying two drinks of iced Americano in your hands. The route you picked was busy with the science graduates bustling out of their classes. You should’ve kept your eyes up to prevent what was about to happen. You soon knocked into a hard chest with your Americano staining the said man’s hoodie. Before you could lose your balance, a pair of sturdy hands holding your arms held you. You couldn’t speak. As you realized the situation, you backed away to bow towards the guy - to sputter an apology, until you hear that man’s voice.

“Calm down, woman,”

You couldn’t convey anything. You were so enthralled by the individual’s voice that you forgot your locations. His voice was deep and silvery. The phrase sounded unfamiliar to you, coming from him. His accent was mind-numbingly hot - even if you had heard only two words coming out of his mouth. You view up to examine the new guy from your class. His eyes have a playful glint at them, as he grins at your obvious staring. You quickly move backward and apologize to him.

“I am sorry. I am so sorry, oh god I am so sorry” you bow to him multiple times. You gain the attention of the surrounding science graduates who chuckle to themselves but keep moving. He catches you by your arms again and interrupts you from bowing to him again and again and instinctively makes your heart thump a thousand times faster than ever.

“It’s fine, I will clean it and it will be fine”

“At Least let me help you clean it, please?” you asked, and he nodded.

That was a year ago.

Currently, it’s the fourth year of your college and you and doyoung are two best buddies. In this one year, you both have turned into devoted friends who can’t live without each other. Sounds cheesy, yes, but that is exactly how it is.

[From doyoung; ]

WhErE ArE YoU?!

You chuckle seeing your mobile screen flash with his messages. Sitting in your economics lecture right now, learning something about marketing. You look around to see if anyone is looking at you. The half the students paying attention to the professor and the other half are sleeping or doing their own thing. You glance at your professor who was extremely focused on teaching the first benchers. You quickly type a reply.

[To doyoung; ]

In class! What do you want?

You hear the buzzing on your phone after a few minutes.

“Your boyfriend is texting you” your seatmate mutters beside you and you just chuckle - not at her but at the constant buzzing of your phone showing that your best friend is turning impatient.

[From doyoung; ]

Which one?

When will it end?

Ah, respond!

[To doyoung; ]

God! Doyoung!

Economics and in 15 minutes.

It wasn’t late until you heard three more buzzes from your phone. Your seatmate - somi wriggles her eyebrows at you.

[From doyoung; ]

So there is this new cafe near our college.

I want to go!

Please come with me?

[To doyoung; ]

Ok, fine.

Pick me up from the football court.

[From doyoung; ]

Yes, madam!

“You both are one weird pair” you flinch when you see somi snooping at your phone over your shoulders.

“Then stay away from us,” you say and put your phone inside your pocket.

“Just confess to him. His female admirers are increasing day by day. Only yesterday I saw Jasmine confessing to him.”

“Wait what?!” you almost shout, gaining the attention of the professor and a few students. The professor glares at you and goes back to teaching.

“Yes, and don’t worry, he rejected her” she rolls her eyes as you sigh in relief.

“But it will not always happen. Listen, if you don’t confess to him, he will eventually start dating someone else,” she says with a stern look, as if she is scolding you.

“I know, but can you please not scare me? I am just nervous! We have been friends for so-” somi cuts you off.

“You all have been friends for a year and you don’t Wanna ruin it and end this friendship by confessing, right?” she says and you nod while looking down. “Baby, if you don’t let him know your feelings, he will always think of you as a friend. Is that ok? He will eventually start dating some other girl. Is that ok with you? Are you ok with seeing him with another girl?”

You shake your head. She was right; has always been. Somi always told you to confess to doyoung, but you really didn’t want to ruin the relationship you had with doyoung. He was the most precious person in your life. And it has been like that for a year now.

Doyoung had shown no interest in any other girls - including you. So you never really thought about the possibility of him dating. But now as somi stated this possibility - it made your heartache. It made you experience a weird heaviness in your chest that you couldn’t exactly pinpoint.

Were you really ok with that? Are you ok with seeing him in the arms of another girl? Were you ok not taking up the chance to date him? Were you ok giving him up? Would he reject you? Or would he reciprocate your feelings? Are you really ok with taking up the risk?

These thoughts swirl your mind as the class gets dismissed.

You and somi get up and walk towards the exit when somi stops in front of you and looks you in the eye.

“Do it before it’s too late. Time doesn’t wait for anyone” and she leaves like that - provoking something in you.

Maybe it’s about time you do something about it.

Standing near the football court, you watch some guys from the foreign communications playing football. Their loud cheers surround the campus. You sit near the benchers thinking deeply about the risk of confessing to doyoung.

Somi’s words ring in your head. You feel a pang of jealousy in your chest when you imagine doyoung with another girl.

"Ha!" you flinch and look behind to see doyoung laughing like he won a trophy for scaring you.

"Ahh, you scared me!" he internally coos at the little pout you made without realising it.

"Lets go?"

The fragrance of vanilla hits your nostrils the moment you step inside the cafeteria. The little bell rang, alerting the barista of your arrival. A grey-haired barista looked towards both of you and grinned. You glanced around; the cafe was bustling with people. The chattering of young couples, friends, and teenagers filled in the shop.

Intertwining his hand with yours, Doyoung pulled you towards a corner seat. As you both settled, the same barista walked up towards you two.

“what can I serve this fascinating couple today?” she chirped in a very calm voice.

You were going to deny her assumption but doyoung cut you.

“so what are you having?” he inquired, propping himself on his forearms.

“um, I guess, caffe latte?”

“ah-ha! I was considering the same!” he looked towards the barista “two caffe latte please?”

“sure, anything else?” she asked, her eyes creasing at the sides as she beamed at you two. Returning the smile you looked towards Doyoung with a raised eyebrow as if asking him ‘do you need something more?’. he glanced at the menu card in front of him. “hmm, croissants?”

"coming up," she exclaims and goes back to her work.

"and oh, this time I’m offering to pay!" as soon as you announce that, doyoung’s expression changes to a frown, demonstrating his displeasure. Before he can say anything, you resonate "whenever we go out, you never let me pay! This time I’m paying and I don’t wish to hear any disagreements!"

"Y/nnnn" he whines and you shake your head at him.

Falling in comfortable silence, you both listen to the soft jazz playing on the radio of the cafeteria. After a few minutes, doyoung glances at you, hesitance apparent on his face.

“what happened?” you urge him. He just shakes his head and busies himself by looking at his nails. You want to question him further, but you see the same barista walking up to you with your orders.

Placing it on the table, she leaves while smiling at you both.

"I assume she likes us," doyoung whispers while slurping his latte.

"don’t change the topic, doyoung. what happened?" you urge him, with your voice stern.

“have you ever thought about dating y/n?” you freeze when he asks that. Luckily, he is looking downwards, so he can’t read your expressions cause he is good at that.

“mm, why?” you start feeling anxious when he doesn’t speak.

He sighs and shakes his head, mumbling a ‘nothing’. you grow more frustrated at that.

As you swirl your fingers around the brim of your cup. Your thoughts going insane, ‘does he love someone?’ ‘is he thinking of dating?’ ‘am I too late to confess?’ you feel your eyes brimming with nervous tears. You face away from him when he looks at you.

“Y/n, I wanted to ask you something?” you look at him in the eye, and wish that he won’t notice your wet eyes. He slowly takes your hands in his, his thumb gently brushing over your fingers. He looks down and takes a breath.

“I want you to keep quiet and let me finish, ok?” you nod at him, not speaking anything cause you know he will pick up your emotions from the tone of your voice. He sighs and moves closer to you.

“y/n, I have- I have, um, I realize we have only known each other for a year, but this one year has been the best year of my existence. I have never laughed so frequently in my life. I’m grateful for everything you have done for me and- and just- I am just grateful for this friendship. Listen, I hope this doesn’t sound too sudden. And I hope nothing changes in our relationship after this. But- I-” he halts and takes a deep breath. You instinctively hold his hand tight as you predict his next sentence. Your tears threaten to pour as you shut your eyes in order to hold them back. Your heart thuds in your ribcage and you pant. You glance at the ground to avoid breaking down in front of him as he tells you about his girlfriend. You hear him let out an unsteady sigh and-

“y/n I Love You!”

You couldn’t stop the tears that gushed out from your eyes. You sink back on the backrest and cover your face with your hands and cry your heart out. Your cries fill the cafe as everyone becomes silent and looks at you. You cry louder as you realize he likes you back, your best friend likes you back, doyoung loves you.

On the other hand, Doyoung panics when you cry, he loses his calm when you cry louder. His eyes swell with tears as he thinks that he fucked up royally to make you cry like this. He knew it was a terrible decision. He knew you didn’t like him back, but he still took the risk and ended up making you cry. You got emotional easily but never had you cried so loudly as you did now. He avoids the pointed stares of the people who scowl at him for making a girl cry like that and goes down on his knees towards your chair. He tries to hold your hand but you just tighten them on your face. His tears fall as he holds the armrest of your seat and turns you towards him. Gently but firmly he removes your hand from your face and his heart shatters when he looks at your tear filled face. He feels a pang of guilt in his heart. What was he expecting? you evidently didn’t love him back? He holds your hands and starts crying with you. The people around both of you watch this scene unfold, some looking annoyed and some watching with pity.

“I’m very sorry y/n,” he sniffs “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” his voice is heavy as he swallows hard. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I said that” he gulps again, “you clearly don’t love me-“ you cut him off as you slap him. His left cheek stings as his face falls. The people in the cafe gasp. doyoung looks down as the realization dawns over him. ‘he screwed up, he ruined everything’.

“stand up” your voice is small but commanding and he obeys. He looks down as he gets up.

“look at me” and he obeys but gasps when you kiss him hard on his lips. You are holding the collars of his black shirt with which you pull him closer towards you. A loud cheer fills the cafe and the people shout and scream while watching this dramatic scene unfold in front of their eyes. He comes back into reality and pulls you closer and kisses you back passionately, erupting an even louder cheer from the audience. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms take their place on your waist. You both kiss as if you were waiting for this - which was also true.

You both pull away and break into laughter. The surrounding people are smiling, some are even taking videos. The couples peck each other, the old barista smiles widely and her eyes shine in adoration.

“so does this mean…”

“yes” you respond with a wide smile adorning your face. doyoung brings his hand to cup your cheek.

“from how long?”

“a year,” you say, making him smile. “what about you?”

“one year too”

“so I guess we both are idiots?” you ask, chuckling.

“hmm”

“you are late. But I will forgive you for that if you agree to be my boyfriend.” he chuckles at that.

“deal” he asks and pulls you closer.

You bring your palm to cup his left cheek. “does it hurt?” you ask, and he nods whispering ‘badly’ near your cheek. “I’m sorry,” you say and pull away to look in his eyes to show your honesty.

“It’s fine. You can make it up to me,” he says, pulling you closer again.

“how?” you ask.

“kiss me,” he says and you don’t waste a single second more to kiss him feverishly.

the cheers roar loudly, again.

love...

© Jaykayblr – Do not copy or translate my work.

[nashvilledreams]

My Naya, my Snixxx, my Bee. I legitimately can not imagine this world without you.

7 years ago today, she and I were together in London when we found out about Cory. We were so far away, but I was so thankful that we had each other. A week ago today we were talking about running away to Hawaii. This doesn’t make sense. And I know it probably never will.

She was so independent and strong and the idea of her not being here is something I cannot comprehend. She was the single most quick-witted person I’ve ever met, with a steel-trap memory that could recall the most forgettable conversations from a decade ago verbatim. The amount of times she would memorize all of those crazy monologues on Glee the morning of and would never ever mess up during the scene… I mean, she was clearly more talented than the rest of us. She was the most talented person I’ve ever known. There is nothing she couldn’t do and I’m furious we won’t get to see more.

I’m thankful for all the ways in which she made me a better person. She taught me how to advocate for myself and to speak up for the things and people that were important to me, always. I’m thankful for the times I grew an ab muscle from laughing so hard at something she said. I’m thankful she became like family. I’m thankful that my dad happened to have met her weeks before I did and when I got Glee, he told me to “look out for a girl named Naya because she seemed nice.” Well dad, she was nice and she became one of my favorite people ever.

If you were fortunate enough to have known her, you’ll know that her most natural talent of all was being a mother. The way that she loved her boy, it was truly Naya at her most peaceful. I’m thankful that Naya got that beautiful little boy back on that boat. I’m thankful he will have a strong family around him to protect him and tell him about his incredible mom.

I just hope more than anything that her family is given the space and time to come to terms with this. For having such tiny body, Naya had such a gigantic presence, a void that will now be felt by all of us - those of us who knew her personally and the millions of you who loved her through your TVs. I love you, Bee.

My favorite duet partner. I love you. I miss you. I don’t have words right now, just lots of feelings. Rest In Peace Angel, and know that your family will never have to worry about anything.

We started out as the closest friends and then like all new things, we went through a bit of a rocky phase. However, we stuck by each other’s side and created the most beautiful friendship built out of love and understanding. The last I had the chance to see you in person, I had left oranges outside our home for you to take. I wanted to say hi through the window but my phone didn’t ring when you called (which it never does, f*cking T-Mobile), so instead you and Josey left two succulents on our doorstep as a thank you. I planted those succulents and I look at them everyday and think of you. I still listen to your EP on repeat because from the moment I heard it, it struck me and I always wished the world knew more of your voice. You sent me over 5 dozen SnapChat videos when you and Josey woke up in the morning and I kick myself that I didn’t save one of them. You always shared recipes and I admired your love for food. We vowed to spend every Easter together, even though Covid stole this last one from us. You are and always will be the strongest and most resilient human being I know, and I vowed to carry that with me as I continue to live my life. 

You constantly taught me lessons about grief, about beauty and poise, about being strong, resilient and about not giving a fuck (but still somehow respectful). Yet, the utmost important lesson I learned most of all from you was being a consistent and loving friend. You were the first to check in, the first to ask questions, the first to listen..you cherished our friendship and I never took that for granted. 

We never took photos together because we mutually hated taking pictures...our relationship meant more than proof. I have countless pictures of our babies playing, because we shared that kind of pride and joy. So I’m showing the world a photo of our little goof balls for you, because I know that meant more than anything and they remind me of you and I. I speak to you everyday because I know you’re still with me and even though I’m feeling greedy that we don’t get more time together, I cherish every moment we had and hold it close to my heart.

There are no words and yet so many things I want to say, I don't believe I'll ever be able to articulate exactly what I feel but... Naya, you were a ⚡️ force and everyone who got to be around you knew it and felt the light and joy you exuded when you walked into a room. You shined on stage and screen and radiated with love behind closed doors. 

I was lucky enough to share so many laughs, martinis and secrets with you. I can not believe I took for granted that you'd always be here. Our friendship went in waves as life happens and we grow, so I will not look back and regret but know I love you and promise to help the legacy of your talent, humor, light and loyalty live on. 

You are so loved. You deserved the world and we will make sure Josey and your family feel that everyday. I miss you already.

She was bold. She was outrageous. She was a LOT of fun.⁣

Naya made me laugh like no one else on that set. I always said it while we were working together and I’ve maintained it ever since. Her playful, wicked sense of humor never ceased to bring a smile to my face.⁣

She played by her own rules and was in a class of her own. She had a brashness about her that I couldn’t help but be enchanted by. I also always loved her voice, and savored every chance I got to hear her sing. I think she had more talent than we would have ever been able to see.⁣

I was constantly moved by the degree to which she took care of her family, and how she looked out for her friends. She showed up for me on numerous occasions where she didn’t have to, and I was always so grateful for her friendship then, as I certainly am now.⁣

And even as I sit here, struggling to comprehend, gutted beyond description- the very thought of her cracks me up and still brings a smile to my face. That was Naya’s gift. And it's a gift that will never go away. ⁣

Rest in peace you wild, hilarious, beautiful angel.

How can you convey all your love and respect for someone in one post? How can you summarize a decade of friendship and laughter with words alone? If you were friends with Naya Rivera, you simply can’t. Her brilliance and humor were unmatched. Her beauty and talent were otherworldly. She spoke truth to power with poise and fearlessness. She could turn a bad day into a great day with a single remark. She inspired and uplifted people without even trying. Being close to her was both a badge of honor and a suit of armor. Naya was truly one of a kind, and she always will be. 💔 Sending all my love to her wonderful family and her beautiful son.

Dear Naya, 

I’m failing miserably to process this news. I always imagined old future senior moments where we would hear your infectious laughter down the hall knowing that our funny bone was in for a treat. To many people, myself included, you were the life of the party. Not only able to rock when fun was to be had after a long day but that shining friend that was always willing to listen, offer sympathy, perspective and at times, give much needed levity to any situation. 

You were a beast on the show. I admired you as I watched you nail multi page monologues that you learned moments before and pour your heart into every performance with an energy that had that snicks special written all over it. Our deep conversations about life inbetween scenes are some of my favorite moments with you. Getting to hear about your hopes and dreams for the future and with Josey’s arrival, ‘Your greatest success’ I was so happy to see your dream turn into reality. 

You deserved more. I’m so sorry but you deserved more. You gave life your all and I hope all the good that you have given to the world will be returned in abundance when you reunite with our brother in the heavenly skies. I’m so grateful for our memories. We will make sure to keep your legacy and spirit alive so Josey will grow up to know the incredible woman you were. Love you, Naya. You are already missed. Eternally. 

-HSJ

Naya and I fell into stride with such ease, she was my first friend and ally on our show. In the pilot, our characters came and went with such swiftness. Our enthusiasm brimmed with all of the unknown. We tried to grasp what the other cast members must be feeling as we were working in such separate manners. We dared to dream. What if this show worked? Wouldn’t that be something? Something was brimming, it was palpable. And thank god it worked. Naya’s magnetic talent was going to be unleashed, we just didn’t know it yet. ⁣⁣

I’ve been revisiting Naya’s performances on our show and it has brought me great joy. To work with her was a gift. There was a great deal to absorb - her work ethic, her fearlessness, her talent - supreme. Naya had a laugh that would envelop you and hold you captive. She was mesmerizing. That twinkle in her eye, her luminous smile. Naya lead with truth, humor, wit. I loved her for all of these reasons. ⁣⁣

I loved her sense of curiosity and wanderlust. I was lucky enough to be her travel partner for some of my most favorite adventures. As I write this, I’m grinning with swelling memories of a spontenaous 36 hour excursion - one might even say diversion - to Paris. With Naya, everything was possible and would often simply unfold before us, almost magically.⁣⁣

On this particular jaunt, within ten minutes of checking into our hotel, we found ourselves strolling the halls of L'École des Beaux-Arts, sipping wine from paper cups with students showcasing their latest work. It was fantastic. We were united in our commitment to discovery. And there was always a list of cleverly curated ideas in Naya’s back pocket, should we need it. ⁣⁣

I cannot make sense of this tremendous loss. I will hold onto her and these memories for the rest of time, alongside our Glee family. Please hold space for her, her family, her beautiful boy. ⁣⁣

In absolute, loving memory.

Naya The world is at such a loss and I am truly heartbroken. I still remember the day I met you. You Walked straight up to me, grabbed me by the face and drug me around until I met every single person on set, introducing me as “new booty”. You were one of the first people who made me feel like family when others saw me as an outsider. I didn’t know then that you would become my family and that’s just who you were to everyone.. A Mother, Sister, Daughter and most of all a friend. Your massive heart and bright spark is what carried our entire show, when at times we all felt like giving up. 

You always showed up for me when I needed some wisdom or was down and just needed someone to talk to. You took care of everyone around you in a way that was so warm and comforting and you sure knew how to throw a hell of a party! 

I always admired your bravery and passion to fight for what’s right even when it seemed like you were up against the world. Your spirit is contagious and you continue to make everyone you have touched a better and stronger person by knowing you. 

My favorite part of glee was getting to watch you perform and shine up close every day. You really were the pulse of that show. Anyone who was blessed enough to see and experience your raw talent knows it to be true. You’re one of the smartest and most gifted people I have ever met. There is no one like you and there never will be.

You have changed peoples lives all around the world and you continue to change mine forever. I will never forget your love and kindness. Thank you for sharing your spirit Angel.

I will miss you always. I Love you Naya

For the last 7 years the 13th of July has shattered our hearts beyond repair. There aren’t enough words to describe the pain we are feeling, we are truly heartbroken at the loss of @nayarivera .

Naya, Cory loved you so so much. He cherished your friendship more than you will ever know. From the laughs you shared, to the strength you gave him when he needed it the most. Cory truly adored you. He was in awe of your incredible talent, the way you gave everything you had to each performance; the slap in the auditorium was one of his favourite stories to share. You once said Cory was like a member of your family; you will always be a part of ours. We’ll carry you in our hearts forever. We miss you. Friends reunited for eternity.

We send all our love and strength to your beautiful boy, your family, friends and fans 💔🐻💔

[chipmunkfanno1love]

15 questions for 15 mutuals!

Tagged by @briarosabelle

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes and no. My first name was named after a cafe called Emily’s Coffee Shop, which I was named Emilly with two L’s. 

My middle name Elizabeth is a family name, as it’s my mum’s name and great-grandmother’s name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Very recently. 

3. Do you have kids?

Not yet, but I’d like children someday.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I do occasionally in a playful manner. Defensive sarcasm does come out on occasions though.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Not many sports except for P.E and generally for fun. I used to have swimming and horse-riding lessons if that counts.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Their hair, smile and/or eyes. 

7. What’s your eye colour?  

Blue

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings for sure!

9. Any special talents?

I’m a good cook and can be inventive when comes to making drink recipes. I’m also good at coming up with story ideas through my visual imagination. I also am good with animal and movie based trivia.

I’m good with children and animals.

10. Where were you born?

Canberra, Australia

11. What are your hobbies?

Daydreaming, reading, writing reviews/story ideas and movie/TV show theories, playing mobile games, watching TV, swimming (in summer), cooking/baking, occasionally painting or (when I’m inspired) Creative Writing, taking nature pictures and observing and playing with animals.

12. Do you have any pets?  

No, but looking into getting a cat.

13. How tall are you?

Around 165cm (according to my tape measure).

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, particulary Creative Writing and Fiction to Film class. I also liked Hospitality class as I enjoy cooking.

15. Dream job?  

Something to with animals, film and/or Creative Writing.

Tagging: @16magnolias, @kittyball23, @stressfree-tea, @readnbloom, @travelinglighttoday, @his-church-always, @naturebythelake, @loveofyhwh. @broppyfangirl1331-blog, @imagination4lif-blog, @nesz4m4, @gleefulchibi, @anglosaxonbrat, @georgepr28-blog and @tangledtheseriesfan-blog. Anyone else can play if they wish.

15 questions for 15 mutuals!

Tagged by @liliaenbaggins

1. Are you named after anyone?

No, not really, though my name is a little similar to my mother's.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Right about now.

3. Do you have kids?  

No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I don't think so.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

None except in P.E. class, which I'm not sure counts.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

I don't know, I never really thought about it.

7. What's your eye colour?  

Hazel.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?  

Happy endings.

9. Any special talents?

Not that I know of, though my sister thinks being able to bend the corners of my tongue is one, like Buttercup in that PPG episode where they discuss her special power, for those familiar with the show.

10. Where were you born?

Spain.

11. What are your hobbies?  

Listening to music, daydreaming, taking online quizzes, reading, Pinterest, making aesthetic moodboards occasionally.

12. Do you have any pets?  

No, I'm not really a fan of animals.

13. How tall are you?

5′6″ or around 167cm (borrowing your answer because I think I'm the same).

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, though I wouldn't say I really had a favorite.

15. Dream job?  

I don't really have one.

Tagging @chipmunkfanno1love @constanceblackwood-s @infjpaladin @selkiesstories @myfanfictiongarden @thatscarletflycatcher @ahobbitstale @danascullys @hafanforever @charitysplace @child-of-thekindlywest @frodoz @my-lady-galadriel @lady-stormbraver @belleoftheball91

[salemorbit]

Thanks so much for the Imagine, I absolutely LOVED it!!! And by matchups, I meant the one where you send in a description of yourself and get a character you'd be shipped with. If it's alright with you, could I please get one of those for Breath of the Wild?

I'm an Autistic Bisexual Girl, very Boyish and Nerdy, but I'm still friendly and polite, if not a bit socially awkward, flustered and aloof at times. I can ramble on for hours about the things I like, namely Nintendo Games, Animation, Art, Folklore and a bunch of other stuff. I'm an Artist and Writer mainly, but I also love adventures and such. I'm very short, only 4' 11" tall, and I have a bunch of health conditions ranging from sleep apnea to asthma to anxiety. That being said, I'm actually relatively healthy and am working to build muscle, and I especially live swimming and taking walks for exercise. I have long fluffy brown hair, blue eyes, pale skin with a ton of moles and freckles, and a lean body type. I've been told I'm very cute, but Im also pretty tough, though you wouldn't really know it at first glance. I'm very excitable and open, but I can also be nervous and aloof at first.

Sorry this description was so long, I hope you don't mind too much! Thanks so much for the awesome request and offering to do these, I wish you the best hun!!

hehehe thank you!! i'm so glad you liked it that one was fun to write :)

gosh i had two matchups that i think would fit for you! i couldn't make up my mind to do just one so why not both HAHA

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BOTW Matchup!

Based on your description, I think you'd match best with......

Zelda and/or Revali!!

✨Zelda✨

Zelda loves to ramble herself about research and the like, so she definitely wouldn't mind if you found yourself rambling about something you were passionate about!

She would do the thing where she would take some time to talk about what she wanted to and then switch it over to you and give you time to talk and listen

Cute mutual stuff like that!!

She would also love to get you up and moving whenever you felt like you needed to stretch or your anxiety was getting overwhelming

Zelda would take you through the palace gardens and either talk to you to keep your mind active or walk in silence with you if you want just a peaceful little stroll :)

She especially loves your openness and willingness to go on adventures because she's always looking to further her research!

Zelda is also big into braiding hair so she would LOVE your hair and would always fawn over it if you like that

If you were to attend royal dinners or balls or something with her, Zelda would always be at your side if you ever got too nervous or flustered being around so many people you didn't know or starting conversations

If you like physical reassurance, she would most definitely give you a quick squeeze to your hand every once in a while to let you know she was there!

I just think yall would get along so nicely honestly and she would treasure you so much 🥺

🏹Revali🏹

I think you'd do pretty well with Revali because of your ability to put his own mind at ease

The poor Rito worries a lot himself (even though he never wants to admit it but, come on, we all know his mind is always working) so you being exciteable and talkative would do wonders to pull him out of his own head and into the present

Oftentimes he would use your ramblings as background noise as he cleaned or tweaked his weapons, though he would actually be listening and chime in every once in a while

He 100% would tease you if you ever got flustered, but it would be out of love every time and he would make sure that his voice had a joking tone to it so you wouldn't take it badly

If something ever did come off like he wasn't joking, Revali would continuously apologize and keep himself in check

In terms of exercise, Revali mainly gets his by flying but he doesn't have a problem with stretching his legs now and again if you want to take a walk

He appreciates your physique and desire to gain some muscle, so sometimes he'll have you train with him to get in different exercises

You're also the best size to fly around on his back, but he would be so conscious of not going too fast or too high so your asthma wouldn't act up

All around he has the BIGGEST soft spot for you and will show it in small ways when he's around the others, but very grandeur ways when it's just you two!

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i hope i did this all right! it's my first time doing a matchup and i wanted to get in things that i felt would match what you sent in :)

also i just figured out how to add gifs and images on mobile

thank you so much for sending this in! i'm open to doing further matchups if anyone wants

requests are welcome :D

[jokertrap-ran]

(未定事件簿) EVENT!「致斯卡提的情诗」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: A Love Poem to SKADI Translation (Chapter 1-07 探险开端: The Beginning of a New Adventure)

*Tears of Themis Masterlist / Mobile Masterlist *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *The tracking tag for ALL Event Stories will go under: #Tears of an Event *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC.

Location: The Manor of Hermes

After saying my goodbyes to Johnny, I made the best out of my time by hurrying down to the Manor of Hermes.

After much difficulty, I finally arrived at the location marked on the map; but the scene that greeted me threw me for a loop.

MC: Why is…. Why is everyone here…?

Lu Jinghe: To explore the Mansion with you, of course!

Lu Jinghe: I've been waiting all over for you, but I still didn't receive your reply; so, all I can do is to come down to the place itself to try and intercept you.

Lu Jinghe: But… Who knew that I'd find them all here after arriving…

MC: Oops… About that...

Xia Yan: Didn't we already settle this before? I'll accompany you if you want to go to the Mansion.

Xia Yan suddenly took two steps forward, coming closer to me.

Xia Yan: Did you forget about this whole incident because you were too focused on getting the stuff in front of you done?

MC: Spare me some of my pride, Xia Yan; don't you go exposing me like that.

Xia Yan: Youuuu… I just knew it!

Xia Yan: That's why I estimated the time it'd take you to come here and came here first to wait for you; just in case that really did happen.

Xia Yan: So? Have you already decided that you're going in?

MC: Yup! I want to solve the mystery and see the truth for myself.

Xia Yan: Then let me come with you. Based on what those people back in the Meet said, there seems to be a lot of unusual places inside.

Xia Yan: As a Detective myself, finding and solving the unusual is what I do best; you won't go wrong if you choose me.

MC: ...That does make for a sound reasoning.

Mo Yi: I asked my friend for more information about it after you left.

Mo Yi followed up right after Xia Yan had finished.

Mo Yi: There seems to be some things in that Mansion that touches upon some content related to my profession; hence, if you wish to enter it...

Mo Yi: Go together with me; I will solve all the puzzles in there for you.

MC: Dr. Mo…

Zuo Ran: I can also help on the matter of profession, if that’s the case.

MC: Lawyer Zuo, you...

Zuo Ran: Do you know of the language that’s being used in “The Code of Hammurabi”?

MC: I recall it being a type of language that’s pretty neglected; I think it was called the Akkadian language?

Zuo Ran: Correct. The Director living in Sagya Fjyord mentioned that there were some Legal Researchers in the Manor of Hermes that use this language.

Zuo Ran: Someone found a document in that Mansion written in the language. And coincidentally, it just so happens that I know of this code, and this language.

Zuo Ran: Not to mention that we’re still partners, no matter what; so we have a higher level of mutual understanding compared to others. I will not disappoint if you go with me instead.

Lu Jinghe: I swear, you guys come running like ants one after another… Don't listen to them sis! I can be of help too!

Lu Jinghe: That classmate of mine said that this Mansion has many things related to painted artworks and religious art.

Lu Jinghe: This is what I specialize in; you definitely won't be losing out if you take me along.

Xia Yan: ……

Mo Yi: ……

Zuo Ran: …...

Lu Jinghe: What? Did I say something wrong?

MC: Wait, about that...

Mo Yi: What’s wrong?

MC: I got something special from the Guesthouse Owner, Johnny.

I took "Allie's Winter" out from my bag and showed it to the few people that stood before me.

MC: This box is called "Allie's Winter". According to what Johnny says, this artifact is of importance if we want to learn of the truth of the Mansion.

MC: The four missing segments on the box each represent four different images: Swords, flowers, some sort of strange symbols, and the flames of fire.

MC: The complete picture was originally embellished with matching inlaid gems; but they were shattered, it's fragments now scattered throughout the Mansion.

MC: If we want to know the truth, we'll have to collect all those fragments and restore the original picture.

MC: Additionally, these four gems that have been shattered seem to be capable of opening four different doors, where important information is being hidden behind.

MC: It looks like we can only open "Allie's Winter", and obtain the key item hidden within it only after we fully search through those rooms

Lu Jinghe: How about we split this up with each other? Each person takes one imagery. Won't we progress faster like that?

Lu Jinghe: That Mansion is still an old house that's been abandoned after all; best not to stay in it for too long.

MC: That's definitely a good idea...

Mo Yi: I'll take charge of this part then.

Mo Yi pointed to one of the missing parts; right where several swords were painted.

Mo Yi: Swords thrust into a field of flowers? ...Now that's an interesting imagery indeed.

Lu Jinghe: I'll take the spot with strange symbols then. I can't help but to feel that the composition of this painting's a little familiar, but I can't place my finger on it...

Zuo Ran: I will be responsible for the part below that looks somewhat like a flower field.

Xia Yan: Then the last "flames of fire" will be mine.

☆⋅⋆…⋅─────────── ⋆⋅✾⋅⋆ ───────────⋅…⋆⋅☆

Zuo Ran: What about you? Have you decided what to do?

MC: Hmm. I've already got a plan. I'm going to...

I approached the people before me, quietly voicing my choice.

The golden rays of the sun broke through the clouds as the morning sun rose; and in the distance, the Mansion, ever so silent, began to reveal itself in its  entirety.

My journey was about to officially begin.

☆⋅⋆…⋅───── ⋆⋅A Love Poem to SKADI⋅⋆ ────⋅…⋆⋅☆

Previous Part: (Chapter 1-06: New Development) | Next Part: (Xia Yan) | (Zuo Ran) | (Mo Yi) | (Lu Jinghe)

[firemblem-fics]

here’s part three! I’m really close to 1k (five away) and I kinda wanted to wrap it up but also like ... leave room for a part four to REALLY wrap things up maybe?? Idk

Also I’m NOT happy wit dis one but I think it’s decent. This was also written in mobile so I’m SORRY it’s kinda badly formatted I’ll shorten it later

parents PT 3. | claude

“What do you want?”

“Can I not eat dinner with my two favorite people?”

“Lorenz and Hilda are at the other table.”

Claude laughed at your annoyance and sat down beside you. You wished August had wanted to sit beside you today, but he insisted on sitting across. He saw everyone else sitting across from the person they were talking to, so he wanted to try it out as well.

“That was a good one. It’s a shame I tend to despise Lorenz more often than not.”

You decided not to respond, instead watching August as he ate the fish you had cut up for him. The chatter of the dining hall faded away as a warmth enveloped your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down, seeing Claude’s hand on top of your own. You looked at him questioningly.

He wasn’t looking at you. “I just wanna say that you’re doing a good job with him. And that I’m sorry for being an ass about him.”

You were confused. “What? What spurred this on?”

“When August stayed with me the other evening and I taught him how to tie his shoes-“

“I taught him-“

“It was a mutual thing, okay? We both did it.” He sighed, “I realized that it was kinda hard to watch after a kid for even an hour and that I was being harsh on you since you had to take care of him 24/7. So, I’m sorry. And I want to help you more. The kid’s kinda grown on me.”

“Oh, and I haven’t grown on you?” You teased.

“You certainly have, but this is about the kid you’re raising alone at 17. I wanna take him off your hands for the rest of the night. He and I can have a dude’s night and you can relax.”

You watched his eyes for any kind of suspicious glimmer, but it was hard with his hand still on yours, warming your entire body. August was listening patiently to the both of you, excitedly kicking his feet as he finished his dinner.

Reluctantly, you sighed. “Okay. But, please, don’t teach him any bad things.”

Claude linked his pinky with yours. “I promise. And be safe, now, it looks like it’s gonna storm soon.”

You watched as Claude then walked around the other side of the table and picked up August and his plate, the younger boy giggling the entire time. People in the dining hall had begun to watch, expecting you to yell at Claude, but you just sat there, eating your dinner.

The two boys waved goodbye at you as they went back to Claude’s dorm and your heart slightly hurt. You missed him already. Which boy were you talking about? You didn’t really know.

Your hand felt cold now without Claude’s, but you shook it off. He may have some newfound respect for you or whatever the fuck is going on, but he’s only doing it to make you flustered. Hilda said so herself.

But, was Hilda really someone you should trust when it comes to such things? She can be a little… much. But she’s Claude’s best friend. She has to know something, right?

Goddess, who knows.

You cleaned up and headed back to your room, getting ready for bed.

———

The storm was slowly picking up, the clouds covering the normally starry sky. You sat on your bed, reading a book, not used to your room being so quiet anymore. Usually August was telling you a story that he made up or playing with the little wooden horses and soldiers that you had bought him at the market, but now the toys lay motionless in the middle of your floor.

Rain was falling heavily now, pounding against the roof and you yawned, feeling sleepy. You turned off the oil lamp and laid underneath the blankets, ready to sleep-

Knock, knock.

What?

“Y/N? Are you awake… August is crying and he won’t stop and I, uh, I don’t know what to do.”

You turned back on the light and shot up from the bed, opening the door and immediately taking August from Claude’s arms and into your own. The little blond boy was sniffling and slightly damp from the rain. Claude came in and shut the door, sitting on the bed as you grabbed an extra blanket to wrap around the boy as you sat next to him.

“Auggie, what’s wrong?”

He gripped tightly onto your shirt as thunder rumbled across the sky. “...Don’t like storms. Scary.”

“Aw, buddy,” Claude reached over to rub his back. “It’s okay, we’re safe in here.”

August shook his head. “No…”

Claude looked at you and scooted closer to where your legs were touching. He still held onto August’s back. “Well, how can we help you?”

“Stay with me?”

You gave Claude a look, because there’s no way in hell Claude would be sleeping in your bed with you and your son. There was barely any room for the two of you, much less three.

Claude smirked, still keeping eye contact with you. “Of course, buddy, I’ll stay as long as you want.”

You were about to yell at him, but the way August lit up in happiness made you rethink it. He was about to thank Claude before lightning struck and made the ground rumble. He whimpered and buried his face back into your neck. You sighed.

“Alright. It’s late, so let’s get you to bed. If you’re asleep, you won’t even know it’s storming.” You stood up to turn off the light again and when you turned back around, Claude was already making himself quite comfortable. “There’s not enough room for the three of us to lay there.”

“Well, August can lay on you, then. He’s not really heavy, you’ll be fine.” Claude replied cheekily.

You rolled your eyes and pulled the blankets back, getting in and laying on your back. August was already half asleep, feeling comforted by the two of you being there. Claude slipped his arm underneath your pillow and laid his hand back on the boy’s back.

“What are you doing?” You whispered.

“Uh, comforting my son?”

“He’s my son.”

“Our son?”

“No.”

———

When you awoke in the morning, you were laying on your side. Normally this was okay, because August is already up and playing around like you heard him doing just now. But today was different.

Your room usually smelled like vanilla and patchouli- a wonderful, comforting aroma.

Waking up, you smelled Almyran pine needles and a scent that one could only describe as Claude. You opened your eyes and came face to … face with his chest a little too close for comfort.

His arm was still underneath your head, the other draped lazily around your waist as long legs tangled with yours. You could hear August whispering, but you didn’t think much of it until Claude whispered back.

“Auggie, do you know where Lorenz’s room is?”

“Yeah…”

“Can you go to his room and ask him to make a cup of (your favorite tea)? When he finishes, bring it back and be careful. It’s hot and you could get hurt. It’s for mommy.”

You waited for August to leave and close the door before lifting your head. “Mommy?”

“Ah, darn, you heard.” Claude smiled softly. “I was hoping to surprise you.”

“Why?”

“No reason, really. Just wanted to be nice.”

“Claude von Riegan being nice to me? That’s strange.” You joked.

Claude only laughed and leaned forward a little, pressing a small kiss to your forehead and taking you by surprise. You flushed.

“Wh-“

“I think it’s time I apologize, Y/N.” He paused, “I’m sorry for being an ass to you. I know I said it yesterday, but I gave you shit because it made you pay attention to me. You being so damn cute all the time frustrated me because all I wanted to do was kiss you and show you off. But I was scared and I thought that with my teasing, I made you hate me, so I continued to just fluster you. That’s no excuse, of course, so if you don’t want to forgive me then I’ll go back to my place as a babysitter whom you hate.”

Every word Claude spoke made your heart flip a little bit more.

Hilda was right. Curse her.

“I- I forgive you, Claude. Now that I’m thinking about it, you kinda grew on me. If there was ever a moment that you left me alone, I felt a little empty. Are you still gonna tease me?”

Claude smoothed out your hair and rested his chin atop your head. “I’ll fluster you, but in more affectionate ways. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

You could only smile. “Of course.”

You laid there for a few minutes in silence, relishing in the feeling of Claude’s thumb rubbing circles into your hip before the door opened. August walked in, carefully carrying a cup of tea. You both sat up and smiled, taking the cup from August as he crawled up and sat in Claude’s lap.

“Thank you, little one. And thank you, Claude.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

“What if Qui-Gon Survived”

Chapter 8

Qui-Gon once again landed on the outskirts of Mos Espa as he did 10 years previously. He made his way into the town and asked for a certain Toydarian, Watto. He found him, poor, unshaven and surrounded by flies.

“Da wanga!” he cursed at a droid.

“Watto?” Qui-Gon said.

“What? What do you want? Wait! You’re a Jedi! Whatever it is, I didn’t do it.”

“I am looking for Shmi Skywalker.” He said

“Wait, you’re that Jedi that cheated at the Boonta Eve and took Ani away! I won’t deal with-a you!” he declared.

“Just tell me where Shmi Skywalker is and I promise our paths will never cross again.”

“Uhh, fine. She’s not mine-a no more-a. I sold her.”

“You sold her?”

“Years ago. You know, business is business, huh? I sold her a moisture named Lars, I think. I heard he freed and married her! Can ya beat that, eh?”

“Where can I find this Lars?”

“Ooh, long way from here. Someplace over on the other side of Mos Eisley, I think, mmm.”

“I’d very much like to know.”

“Eh, sure. Absolutely! Let’s go look at my records, huh?”

These records gave Qui-Gon the exact location of the Lars’ homestead. He ran back to his ship and uploaded the coordinates and got to this homestead quickly.

Qui-Gon landed and started to walk towards the small hut on the surface. A dusty, humanoid droid was pressing some buttons on a device when he realised someone new was here.

“Oh! Um, uh, hello. How may I be of service? I am C-“

“3P0, wasn’t it?”

The droids photoreceptors looked deeply at the old man.

“Thank the maker! Oh, Mister Qui-Gon! I thought you would return. Bless my circuits! I’m pleased to see you, sir!”

“The feeling is most definitely mutual. I’ve come to see Shmi Skywalker. Is she here?”

“Oh. Um, I think perhaps we’d better go indoors.”

The home was larger than it appeared to be and inside stood a young man and woman.

“Master Owen, might I present a most important visitor.”

“I’m Qui-Gon Jinn.”

“Owen Lars. This is my girlfriend, Beru.”

“Hello” She said.

“How can we help you?” The young man asked.

“You may know of my padawan, Anakin Skywalker? Or his mother Shmi Skywalker?”

“I guess I’m his step-brother. I had a feeling he might show up someday, not his mentor. How can we help Master Jedi?”

“Is Shmi here?”

Despair crossed both of their faces.

“No. she’s not.” A mysterious voice said from behind. He turned to see a man missing his leg in a mobility chair. “Cleigg Lars. Shmi is my wife. We should go inside, we have a lot to talk about.”

Inside the dining area, Cleigg explained how the Tuskens came out of nowhere, how Shmi had gone out early and halfway home they took her. He then went on to explain how 30 people went out after her, but only 4 returned and how he wished to look as well but couldn’t because his leg hadn’t healed yet.

“I don’t want to give up on her, but she’s been gone a month. There’s little hope she’s lasted this long.”

Qui-Gon hung his head and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Owen asked

“To find Shmi.”

“Shmi’s dead, Master Jedi. Accept it.” Cleigg said.

“Unfortunately, that is something I cannot do. I made a promise to Anakin to see Shmi with my own eyes. Until that has happened, I will not assume or accept anything. Thank you for your time and hospitality.” He bowed his head as he left and went to his ship.

He flew low for a few hours until he came across a Tusken village, he used the force to see if Shmi was there, and she was. He landed the ship behind some rocks so that they wouldn’t see it. He snuck past multiple huts until he was at the right one. He cut a hole in the side with his lightsaber and climbed in to see a horrific sight. Shmi was bound to a wooden frame and was heavily injured. Qui-Gon untied her and held her weak body.

“Shmi? Shmi, can you hear me? It’s me, Qui-Gon Jinn. Do you remember me? I’m the one who took Anakin to the Jedi temple 10 years ago,”

“Qui-Gon?” her voice was sparse “Where’s Anakin? Is he alright?”

“Oh, yes! He’s better than alright. He’s on Naboo on his first solo assignment. He is a powerful Jedi, Shmi, you should be proud of him.”

“I always am.”

“Come on, let’s go.”

He picked her up and carried her through the huts to the ship and placed her in the small med bay where a droid attended to her. Qui-Gon flew quickly to the Lars homestead. When he landed, all the inhabitants quickly came out to see what had happened. They were shocked to see Shmi, alive but hurt.

“Shmi?!” Cleigg exclaimed.

“She need rest, where is the bedroom?”

“Through here, I’ll show you.” Owen said as he frantically re-entered the homestead and Qui-Gon quickly followed.

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[reggies-bass]

The Journal

This is my second RamKing fic! I hope you all like it. Also I’m on mobile so there’s no way to put an under the cut thing in here so sorry about that!

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Ram wasn’t good with communication, he couldn’t talk to people. He always found it difficult to express his feelings. It was like he could never think of the right words, he kept his talking simple, and to the absolute minimum. He loosened his lips around his friends and family, the people he trusted more than anything in this world, as he knew they wouldn’t judge him for his lack of communication skills. However when he wrote his feelings down, he felt the pen flowing so much easier than his speech. That’s why King had a journal, he wrote down everything, from what he was feeling and everything he couldn’t say, to recipes and things be needed to remember. It was a safe place for all of his inner thoughts.

The thing is, his inner circle of trust hadn’t changed for a long time, he didn’t make any new friends, he didn’t need them, he and his friends all went to the same university, he had classes with Phu, he didn’t need to change anything.

Until a smart, talkative senior bounced into his life, talking him by storm and figuring Ram out almost immediately. It only took a few run ins with the boy for King to figure out that Ram only spoke to people he trusted, and decided, for whatever reason, that he wanted to be one of those people. Of course Ram could have stopped him at any moment he wanted, but all thoughts of telling the senior to leave him alone disappeared when he saw King walking towards him, his face lit up with an almost contagious smile, the key word being almost. However as time went on, Ram thought King would quickly lose interest, leave him alone and never talk to him again. But that wasn’t the case. As the days turns into weeks, it seemed like Kings interest in him only grew stronger, Ram felt himself wanting to trust the older boy, wanting to open up to him, but he needed more time. He needed King to prove that he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he did.

He proved Ram with study notes for things he was stuck on, he showed that he trusted him by letting himself be dragged around by Ram, it didn’t bother him that Ram didn’t speak to him, only finding out later that he didn’t mind because he talked to his pants, who definitely didn’t talk back to him. He apologised for lying to his sister about his voice and bought Ram a Venus Flytrap, something he’d showed an interest in when he saw it on Kings walls. He was interested in Rams tattoos and the meanings behind them. Be didn’t get annoyed with him when he challenged Bohn to a boxing match, and won. Over time Rams feelings for his senior blossomed into something more than friendship. Every time King smiled, Ram had to fight back against his lips wanting to return the smile to him. When he grabbed his wrist, he resisted the urge to his hand instead, wanting to feel their fingers intertwined. When they were sat close together, he fought the urge to run his hands through the other boys hair. But most of all, he found himself watching Kings lips whenever he could. He looked at them when the other boy looked away, but when he was teaching Ram something he was struggling on he tried really hard not to, he concentrated on the words and didn’t look at him, however when he got the question right, he indulged himself and turned his head to look at the beautiful face of his crush, his full lips that he wanted to capture with his own. He tried not to be too obvious but the more he observed the boy, the more he thought the feeling was mutual.

Now when he observed King, he tried to subtly catch him looking at Ram the same way he looked at him. And just when he thought he was just imagining it, it happened.

They were at the university on a Friday after classes, King was tutoring him and a few of the other juniors. One by one the others left, having completed their work, thanking King for his time and his help. However Ram stayed, having one more question in his pack to complete. King talked him through it, sitting close to the other boy while explaining, once Ram completed it correctly, he looked at King, thanking him with a small smile that graced his lips. King turned to him at the same time, it was only then he realised how close they were. It would have been so easy to lean forward an inch or two and be kissing the beautiful boy he had a crush on. He decided to indulge himself, only a little, and move his eyes down to look at his lips, not caring that King could see him looking longingly at his lips, he looked back into Kings eyes, only to see him looking at Rams lips. Ram felt his breath hitch in his throat as he watched King, swallowing down a lump as he felt himself struggle to breath, drowning in the look King was giving his lips. King finally looked back up to Rams eyes, both boys could sense the tension between them and the gravitational pull that was put into action as they both started slowly inching towards each other. Just as they were about to collide, they were interrupted by the loud ring of Kings phone, both boys quickly pulled away as King picked up the phone.

“It’s my mum, I need to take this” he said apologetically, looking at Ram hoping he would understand.

Ram looked at the boy and gave him a small smile, nodding once to let King know it was okay, not trusting his words at all.

He let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding when King stood up and walked away to answer his phone, he felt his heart still going crazy in his chest, he was sure king could hear it when they were so close to one another.

Deciding their moment was over and it was getting pretty late, Ram started packing his things away, waiting for King to get back. As he was waiting he devised a plan of action, he knew it might just be wishful thinking, him just tricking himself into believing that King liked him, but he couldn’t just observe anymore, he needed to confess. Making his mind up as he saw King walking back to him, he stood with his backpack, his heart still pounding in his chest. God the effect this boy had on him.

“Hey, sorry about that Cool Boy” King said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Seeing that Ram had packed up he couldn’t help but feel disappointed, “I guess I’ll see you Monday then?” He asked, expecting a simple nod from the younger boy before he left. However the actual answer was much different to what he thought.

Ram took a deep breath before speaking up, “actually, can I come over tomorrow?”

King felt his mouth drop.

This beautiful beautiful boy in front of him, who is only just starting to talk to him, has this adorable smile on his face. Before Ram started to regret asking, Kings face broke out in the in brightest smile he’s ever seen.

“Yeah of course you can Cool Boy! Come by whenever you want!” He was almost shouting at this point, but he was too overjoyed to care.

Ram chuckled softly at the boy in front of him, who was practically buzzing with excitement. He did that, Rams the one who made King feel this way. That meant he couldn’t stop the smile that was taking over his face over the thought of King actually having feelings for him.

“I’ll text you, see you tomorrow” Ram said softly as he started walking away, trying to escape before King could see him increasingly red face.

Now he would start his plan.

-

No backing out now

Here he was, stood outside Kings door, journal in hand. All of his feelings for King written down and about to be shown to the guy! But he couldn’t chicken out now, he was already in so deep for the boy.

No backing out now.

He took a deep breath and knocked at the door.

No going back now.

Okay well maybe King didn’t hear him? Maybe he could just leave now and he wouldn’t n-

King opened the door, dressed in skinny jeans and a fitted sky blue button up shirt.

Ram took a moment, that was probably too long but at this point he didn’t care, to just look at him, because... wow.

Which is exactly what he said.

“Wow” Ram expressed, feeling a little light headed as he stared at Kings body, seeing how the jeans he was wearing highlighted his perfectly sculpted legs. His shirt showing off his waist and chest, Ram almost physically restrained himself to stop his hands from exploring the older boys body. He suddenly realised how long he had been looking at Kings body instead of his face and snapped his head up to look into his eyes instead of his enticing body.

“Hey” King finally spoke, a warm blush spreading through his cheeks and to the tips of his ears as he stepped aside and welcomed Ram into his condo.

He shut the door and he turned around to face him when his hand was grabbed, yes his hand not his wrist, which had made him even more excited than he already was, basically putting him on cloud 9, and he was lead to the sofa. Ram sat him down and opened the book he had in his hand.

As the confusion spread across Kings face, the book was suddenly shoved in his face.

“You want me to read it?” He asked hesitantly. Ram gave him a nod, and with that King took the book from his hands and looked at the page in front of him.

‘King, as you know, I’m not someone who is able to open up easily, I don’t talk to people I don’t know or trust. But that’s not the only reason I don’t talk very much. The truth is I’m not good at expressing myself, I find it very hard to put my feelings into words and actually speak them into existence. However when I write them down, it’s a lot easier. So I have wrote this to express my feelings for you.

So here it goes.

When I first met you, I didn’t want to get to know you, because I thought you’d get bored of me not talking to you and you’d just lose interest in me. I thought it was inevitable, because it’s happened more times than I care to think about. But you didn’t lose interest. You didn’t think I was some kind of freak. You actually wanted to get to know me. And the moment I realised that was the moment I started falling for you’

King felt his eyes widen. He was now filled with a new determination, god how much he liked this boy.

‘I like you, King. I’m not sure when it started, but it’s just grown and grown so much that I can’t hold it in anymore. I like the way you‘re so secure in yourself, you don’t let what others think affect you. I like how you’re so smart and don’t brag about it, yeah your friends and people around the campus brag about you being the smartest student in the engineering faculty, but you’re so humble. I like how you help anyone who asks for it and make sure you still have time for your own studying. I like that you care so much about your plants, whenever you talk about them you get so enthusiastic and excited. I like when you talk about them because you’re so cute, your face lights up and you smile so bright it could rival the sun itself. I like how you greet each and every one of them, making sure to give them all equal attention. I like how you’re so patient with me, you never force me to talk to you, you show me so much understanding it’s almost unbelievable.

Everything about you makes me smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as cliche as that sounds, it’s true.

I like you. And I really hope you like me too.’

The first thought King had after he finished reading was, ‘holy shit’. This beautiful boy he’d been crushing on for months actually liked him! Which reminds him.

King looked up to a very nervous looking Ram.

“I like you” Ram said softly, as he was still stood up, standing over King, who was sat on the sofa. He swallowed a lump in his throat as King slowly stood up and made his way over to him. When he finally got to Ram, he looked into his beautiful eyes and places a hand gently on the side of his face caressing his thumb over his cheekbone. “I like you too, Cool Boy” he spoke softly, afraid that if he stopped looking at him he’d disappear and it would all be a dream.

Ram released a shaky breath as his face broke out in the widest, and most beautiful, smile King has ever seen, placing his hand over the one King had on his face, leaning into it softly.

King spoke up again, “Now that we’ve cleared that up, Cool Boy, will you be my boyfriend?”

Ram felt like crying, never had he felt so much at the same time. He felt happiness and love and softness and fondness as he looked at King. He moved to give him a gently kiss on his cheek, “I’d love to be your boyfriend” he answered, wrapping his arms around Kings waste, holding his boyfriend close.

King was his boyfriend! He could definitely get used to that.

The boys captured each other in a tight hug, both worried it might still be an amazing dream that they could wake up from at any moment.

But here Ram was, holding his boyfriend close to him, his heart pounding so hard King could probably feel it as he held him. But he didn’t care. King was finally his.

And he wouldn’t be letting him go.

[pochapal]

rank every year of the 2010s from best to worst i want some pochapal lore

[warning for discussion of my fucked up mental health and my myriad traumas. we’re really opening the pandora’s box here gang]

ok time for me to overshare on the internet again! super long post because i can’t shut up and you asked for it. anyway, by objective ranking: 

#1: 2012 - halcyon era, my personal peak. spent the whole year writing hunger games oc fics with my deviantart fanfiction besties whom i still think about all the time and always hope are having the best possible day. if you were here for this era understand i still hold you so closely and dearly in my heart <3. 

#2: 2013 - god i was such a good example of a human being back then. was the year my writing like actually took off and i had a healthy balance between creative stuff and a social life (said social life consisting of spending lunchtimes at school breaking into classrooms and discussing fandom shit with five other people. reading homestuck updates in the music room on one person’s really shaky mobile data...legendary). highlight of the year and maybe my life was in the april of 2013 when i got out of failing to submit a hard deadline essay by telling my english teacher i wrote a whole novel over the two week break and then producing said novel. god i wish i had that level of like. fucking confidence back me back then knew what i wanted and how to get it. 

#3: 2010 - the last year of childhood. i was 12 and played pokemon all the time with my friends and went places and had a moderately successful youtube channel and it didn’t matter that i was bullied so badly at school because i was basically high off life. summer of 2010 was so good specifically. i’d used to get the bus with a friend and go see movies and break into historical sites and get into normal childhood mayhem and maxed out my pokewalkers twice a month and i was buzzed because i had two (2) whole friendship groups to choose from and that was such a huge deal to me the terminal social outcast. it was so simple and carefree and even though everything and everyone involved in this era grew up to suck except for one specific person i kinda really miss it.

#4: 2018 - this was the first year i wasn’t depressed to the point of nonfunctioning. it was 20gayteen, i was on antidepressants, i was as close to thriving as i got at uni (going into town with people once a week, attending art and culture events, getting good grades across the board), i started to write for fun again, i got my cat whom i love dearly, i was exhibited in my uni’s city’s literature festival, GOD i actually nearly attended a pride event that year can you imagine. this year was basically my life’s second peak. miss getting the 8am train and daintily sipping on a cherry coke to keep me from passing out. wish this time could have lasted longer.

#5: 2019 - kinda absolute middle of the road year not for lack of anything happening but because the overwhelming amount of good and bad things cancelled each other out. so like there’s the fact that i was at the top of my uni game this year, was basically making the first steps into a professional writing career (covid i will never forgive you for killing all that dead </3), finally saved up enough to buy myself a gaming pc, and the summer after the homestuck epilogues, but equally 2019 was the start of the Pochapal Gender Fiasco which is by far the most horrible thing i am still currently undergoing and i burnt myself out mentally about halfway through the year (being stuck overnight in a hospital for a panic attack absolutely horrible horrible irredeemable) and then got like super death plague flu that i was sick with for three months (literally recovered less than a month before rona hit. god’s cruel karma.). so like...it kind of averaged out? the good shit was good but not as great as other years and the bad shit was awful but nowhere near as terrible as it could have been. gotta give a shoutout to 90% of my current mutual cohort for following me in 2019...omelette route gang make some noise !!

#6: 2014 - oof. this year essentially marked the start of a four year long downward mental health spiral because everything fell into awful alignment. i’d just turned 16, finished secondary school, had all my friends up and ditch me at once, was home alone for a whole summer, and was hit with Sudden Intense Body Image Issues that i couldn’t explain until uh. after very recent developments lmao. this one goes out to the me of july 2014 who did nothing but lay in bed and listen to the same two marina albums on a loop because fuck i’m attracted to men and also my facial and body hair are really starting to come in and if i think about this for too long i will literally kill myself because oh god i can’t handle getting older which is clearly and definitely the issue going on here. my brain fucking broke super hardcore and it’s a miracle that an overeating disorder was like the worst thing i walked away with. 

#7: 2015 - downward spiral year two!! i was so volatile this year it was such a mess. i was totally socially isolated after a brief stint of falling in with a group of people at the start of my first year of sixth form until january where in quick succession a) it turned out every single one of these people was friends with the person who sexually assaulted me whom i obviously had a lot of complicated feelings towards and b) baby’s first crush came out as bisexual but in the “women and also trans women” kind of way which tore me up so terribly in ways i couldn’t begin to understand. no words for the experience of seeing a girl kiss a boy and crying so hard at night you threw up because you could never be her no matter how much you wanted it. actually kinda get the sense what was going on there was bigger than just some crush lmao. then after that i was so mentally ill i basically attended school less than half the time and it was the only year in my life i failed my exams. i ended up having to resit my entire set of first year a level exams because jesus christ was i in such a bad way it was a miracle i even showed up to them. all i did was either have anxiety attacks or enter bedbound depressive slumps for weeks at a time. but it’s okay because it gets worse.

#8: 2016 - downward spiral act iii: the spiralling. prefacing this by saying that i actually had two whole good months (april - may) in that i was functioning enough to do my exams and finish school with decent grades. the rest was super extra mega terrible. my school attendance for year 13 dipped below 65% and literally the only thing that kept me from being kicked out was the fact that i was naturally smart at the subjects i took and also because the school would have a lot to answer for after letting me get to that state despite having a hefty file on how damaged i was. keep in mind every single part of this was fully untreated btw - i was just floundering around and letting it all fester. i spent three solid weeks going to school but locking myself in the bathroom all day every day and having mental health episodes then going home like nothing else happened only to continue the breakdown that night. then things got kicked into fucked up overdrive when i moved out to uni and was cut off from what little support structures i did have. it was so bad all i did was cry all the time and never went anywhere to the point where three separate sources recommended me to the wellbeing and crisis counselling service that i stopped going to after two sessions because i was fucked up in ways cbt techniques could not even touch. at least i tried to make an effort for the first two months of uni which like. good for me?

#9: 2017 - what lieth at the base of the spiral. helltrench year. i was at literal rock bottom. i stopped going to class, i didn’t hand in a single piece of work. i lied to my parents and would book trains each day only to go back to my student flat and sit there and contemplate suicide. like i would just slump on the floor in a catatonic state and vividly contemplate one of four or so ways i could end my own life. i only didn’t because i wanted to wait until the summer to collect my last student loan and transfer it to my parents as an apology for my death which obviously didn’t end up happening. honestly i can’t remember much of the first half of 2017 that’s how bad it was. i remember taking a gender studies class and the teacher made it Weird that i was the Only Male Student in the room and then she sent me a scolding email after i walked out halfway through a class and never returned. apparently i got into a lot of online discourse in this year but i don’t remember anything other than being put on a blocklist by the milkfic author over ace discourse which is funny if you have the context. mostly i just baited terfs and weirdo freaks to get them to say horrible things to me as what i guess amounts to some kind of digital self harm. anyway breaking point came in late august when i got kicked out of university and then nobody could ignore it any more so there was no choice left but for me to seek out help and recover enough to function which luckily i did. i really Do Not remember 2017. you could tell me anything about that year and i’d probably believe you.

#10: 2011 - extra circle of hell for this little fucked up gem of a year. on the surface it wasn’t actually that terrible, until the Summer 2011 Domino Effect Of Bad Shit. up until like may/june it was a pretty all right year! i was 13 and had a surprisingly successful youtube channel uploading pokemon soundfont remixes to an audience of i think ~350-400 subscribers at my peak? anyway then i got hit with the early summer triple combo of childhood friends moving away, cute and quirky sexual assault at the hands of a person in my friend group, and then having some Really Great and Super Appropriate interactions with adults on deviantart. like obviously there’s the actual ptsd-inducing event which totally disrupted and killed the person i was right up until that moment and reshaped every facet of my life for better or worse (there’s an alternate timeline where that didn’t happen and i got into electronic music and/or coding instead) but really it’s the events that followed in its wake which were kind of more fucked up. so like all of a sudden i was super aware of my body and me growing my hair out and being mistaken for a girl in class suddenly became this Less Innocent thing and i ended up spending hours overnight going to transgender questioning forums and looking up hrt timeline videos and having the wikipedia article on tracheal shaving saved because it was a life raft to me whose voice was imminently gonna deepen and i was simultaneously reeling with constant trauma flashbacks and the whole thing was so so fucked up. then i was on deviantart and i don’t remember exactly how but a small group of furry guys ten to fifteen years older than me started messaging me and encouraging and requesting me to produce nonsexual fetish stuff for them and talking to me about stuff like if i’d ever thought about growing up to be gay and i didn’t think anything of it for a long while because they called me a very talented writer and it felt so good to have someone be nice to me after being so alone and isolated for months on end. anyway the only reason i got out of that before it got bad was because they invited me to one of the big furry sites and i was weirded out because i thought it was a porn site and thinking about sexual stuff was a huge trauma trigger so i just ended up blocking them all and pretending like it didn’t happen. at the time half this shit didn’t bother me but in retrospect holy fuck 2011 was such a damaging year. to think if like three events didn’t happen i wouldn’t be the fucked up mess you see before you today.

god fuck this turned out super long but i’m not apologising because this was a therapeutic exercise for me and also constitutes as one of the biggest pochapal lore dumps of all time. come get your food or whatever.

[queensonjas]

King Harald’s 2020 New Year’s Eve Speech

This evening, I first and foremost send a greeting to all of you who have been affected by the landslide in Gjerdrum. This terrible event makes a deep impression on all of us. 

I sympathize with those of you who are entering the new year with sorrow and uncertainty. With those who have lost their homes and who are desperate and cannot see the way forward. 

At the same time I would like to commend the authorities, emergency services, and civil society for the great efforts that have been made under very demanding conditions. You still have much hard work ahead of you. And once again we see people are mobilizing to help their fellow human beings in need. It moves me and makes me very proud.

This catastrophe that has affected so many comes at the end of a year that has been difficult for all of us.

That is why I am sending warm thoughts to all our people with this New Year’s speech - from Svalbard to Lindesnes, from the costal communities in the west to the border villages in the east. My thoughts are with those who are working and studying abroad. And with all of you who wish you were somewhere else tonight. Who misses someone you love.

To all of you who feel alone this New Year’s Eve: you are not alone in that feeling.

To all who are weary and worried about the future: I understand you well.

It has been a year of disappointments, cancellations, and postponements. A year when we had to put a lot on hold. But we must hope that we have so much to look forward to!

We are living in a pandemic together - but it has affected us so differently. For some, it was the year their dreams burst, their jobs disappeared, and what was painful before became even worse. Others experienced their families becoming closer and we learned to appreciate the little things in life here and now. For most people, it may have been a mix of most things.

I want to thank everyone tonight.

Thank you for giving up family birthdays and high school graduation celebrations, wedding parties, good hugs, and cherished traditions. 

Thank you for singing from balconies, shopping for elderly parents, and staying away from each other - in pure care.

The Queen and I, like other grandparents, miss hugging our children and grandchildren. But we hope deep in our hearts that we will make up for this in the new year!

In January, we will have been King and Queen for 30 years. Throughout this time, traveling around Norway and meeting people has been what has given us the greatest joy. We have sorely missed these meetings this year. But instead, like everyone else, we have kept in touch with people in other ways. Among other things, we have received many letters.

Some of the most moving we received on May 17th. Additionally, we received several thousand drawings and letters from school children, since they could not parade past the palace this year. Several children put into words what many of us felt: 

“I miss everything social. This is a bit brutal,” wrote a girl in third grade.

“I can bake a cake alone, but I need a friend to help me eat it,” wrote another.

And I think we can all agree with eight-year-old Alva: “I look forward to everything being normal again.”

May 17 was for many - after all - a day of joy all over the country. We had hardly dared to hope for that. This year, there was every reason to celebrate a little extra, since we marked the 75th anniversary of the liberation. And this year was when our values, everything we built and have created together, were put to the hardest test since the war.  

We have now shown that we have a democracy that carries on in times of crisis. One that is built on mutual trust between the authorities and the people - and between all people.

We have seen courage and action in situations where difficult choices had to be made.

We have seen the importance of managing our assets with prudence and wisdom over time. This has given us financial backing when we really needed it.

We have experienced an impressive determination, creativity, and ability to think innovatively when entire industries were paralyzed almost overnight.

We have shown that we are willing to sacrifice much of our own for the good of the community. For each other.

We are in a serious situation - both Norway and the world. But crises force changes that can be both good and necessary - even if they are painful. History has shown us this time and time again.

For a short while we saw blue skies and clear water in some of the most polluted places on earth. We carry this picture with us. It gives hope, it shows possibilities - and it also gives us a responsibility.

So, dear all - where does the road go next?

We must probably be prepared for a new year facing uncertainty and difficulties, but with good reason for optimism. The vaccines give hope to the whole world.

Meanwhile, there are still difficult times for large parts of our society and business. We will continue to have an unusual everyday life. It is okay to be scared, sad, and desperate.

We must be generous with each other - and with ourselves. For good and bad days, when humors and moodiness fluctuate with all of us. It is completely natural.

I think many people have probably gotten a little tired of the word "volunteer" now at the end of the year. Usually, volunteer work means an all-out effort for the community, which may end with a cup of coffee or a sausage, well satisfied after joint efforts. But we are not used to participating in marathon work, with an unknown end.

Still, dear ones: it is precisely this ability to achieve something together that has helped us through difficult times - both now and in the past. Now we must try to bring out new strength we may not have known we had - both within ourselves and as a society.

We have to take care of each other.

I have special consideration for our children and those who are young. When time between guard posts lengthens, a lot of suffering and loneliness can go under the radar. Vulnerable young people are extra vulnerable when they lose their network - or the one who sees them often. The coach, the teacher, the father of a friend…

Now we must be each other's "guard". The one who stops and looks, who makes a phone call and asks. There are many in our country now who feel that life is somehow moving on without them. Both young and old think they are having a bad time: For the young, the void without social contact is completely unnatural. For the elderly, every day is precious.

While we wait, as we continue to endure and live our days as best we can, I am sure we will learn something important that we can take with us even after this is over:

Many of us have recognized how good ordinary everyday life really is. Isn't all the usual things we miss the most?

We miss good, routine chores and activities we have taken for granted. To be able to gather with friends, colleagues, and family. To let be touched by and get excited about shared experiences in a culture house or in a football stadium. We miss common spaces: the chat at the coffee machine, the random meetings in shops. It is often in these spaces that valuable meetings take place.

We have also learned something else important: we are stronger than we think. It provides us with inner security and strength - both as individuals and as a nation. We will keep this in mind when the next test of strength comes.  

Dear all,

I cannot say that everything will be fine and that everything will be back to normal.

A little boy asked me in a letter: "King Harald, are you a hundred years old?" To that I can answer: No, I'm not quite that old. But I have been involved in a lot in my long life, and I can promise you:

The pandemic we are in now will pass. We have come through great trials before. One day we will look back and ask each other: How in the world did get through this?

Then we will know that we managed it because we used all the best - in each of us, in our society, in our democracy. We must know that we got through because we never gave up hope.

For hope is a way of life. Hope is will, hope is action. Hope is to fixate on something that gives us meaning - and following it. Hope will carry us all into 2021.

I wish each and every one of you a Happy New Year!

[writingstudent]

Victor

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A/N: smut & feels.  Victor: winner. We both know there are two winners here. 

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There was just something about the way he was looking at you that night. He would always linger his gaze on your curves, looking at the way your hair brushed over your shoulder, teasing your collarbones and framed your breasts in the most beautiful braids and twists he had ever seen. But tonight there was something feral in his gaze, not just wanting, needing. He needed you and he needed you now.

Today had been a bad day – Ivar’s first defeat in battle. It had been a gruesome battle, with casualties running high on both sides. It had ended up with a mutual retreat – the Franks dwindling in battle and Ivar’s ambushing battalion losing more Vikings than it could sustain. To not retreat would mean certain death the next day, and Ivar would not send his soldiers to glooming death for no reason. There is no Valhalla in pretty battles and useless deaths. He had bit his inner cheek, spitting the blood he drew before sounding the order.

Now here he was, after hours of reviewing maps and running through strategies, and he was desperate. There appeared to not be many good options – they would have to take them by surprise in a few days. Play the cowards and then taken them out in their sleep.

He was starving for a win, for glory. That is when he saw you again – Y/N, his beauty and peace.

You were walking towards him with a soft smile, trying to mask your worried expression. You trusted his abilities and knew that the war would turn out with a victory for your people, but you knew not how he would react to today’s battle. His first loss at anything other than life. Life had handed him the short stick at his birth, and he had already too many losses to be able to carry more. That’s what pushed him to be the man he was today – the ruthless ruler who could not afford to bear anything less than glory and victory.  His glory was but a double-edged sword, a blessing and a curse at the same time. He was always tormented, plagued by the idea of not being equal to his peers. He had to put in double, no triple the effort to prove, to both those around him but most importantly himself, that he was a man. You tried to alleviate this burden of his, showing him how much you adored him and needed him. You wished some days that he could see himself through your eyes.

“Hello my prince” You let your fingers run through his scruff, cupping his face and let yourself dive into his blue eyes. He grunted, rolling his eyes slightly at your endearing nickname. You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle – it was still wild to you that one of the most vicious Vikings allowed you to call him cute nicknames and fawn over him when he would rather throw an axe at anyone else who tried to do so.

“Hello.” His curt response made your eyebrows scrunch up in worry.

He took his crutches and made his way back to his tent. You wondered if he was going to review his maps yet again – it was best to leave him be in moments like these. You were a wonderful strategist, another reason he had fallen madly in love with you. He could respect you, not only as a person but as a mind to reckon with his own. He would come to you for advice when he was ready to. You were about to turn back around and return to your own mappings in order to prepare your version of the next possible attack when you saw him look over his shoulder. His gaze left you breathless. You would not be looking at any mappings tonight, or for quite some time tomorrow morning. You quickly followed his steps into the tent.

By the time that you made it in Ivar was already removing the braces off his legs, struggling angrily with frustrated grunts. Your mind couldn’t help but wander. You learned to love each of his grunts – he was not a man of many words, although your favorite will always be the ones that fall out of his lips when he first enters you, dropping his head on your shoulder as you both shudder each time. He was still a prince, yet to be crowned by his bloodied ancestors but in your eyes he was already your king. He owned you, heart and soul.

You let him struggle by himself, to intervene would only mean to hurt his ego more. You could almost sense it – the battered and bruised forms over his heart took more out of him than his actual injuries.

“Were you hurt today?” His tone was always curt, but the storm in his eyes seemed to pause for a second, hesitating. It made your heart swell.

“No, I’m alright.” There was a gash on your left side but it was definitely not the worst beating you had taken – you didn’t need to give him anything more to worry about. Plus, you liked where this was going.

“Did you already have your wounds looked at?” This time it was your time to check in – but you already knew that he must have, there was no point in keeping an army if it had no leader. You both knew better than to risk your lives for senseless things.

“I’m crippled darling, not daft.” He rolled his eyes at you for the second time that night, but something about the way he cracked his neck there made you choke on the giggle threatening to come out of your throat. You lowered your eyes to the floor, thinking of how to approach him. A few moments passed in silence.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over with his hand, his fingers curling in a come-hither motion that made you weak at the knees. You shuffled forward, starting to unbuckle your armor and dropping parts of it to the floor as you went. When you reached him you remained simply in your battle skirt and thin top. He looked you over appreciatively, tongue coming out to swipe quickly over his lips.  Before he could say anything, you had already settled in his lap, straddling him to kiss him senseless. You let your hands run through the short hair at the back of his head, pulling lightly on it to elicit a small growl from Ivar, who in turn bit your lower lip, dragging it towards him.

You could feel the anger in his muscles, all tense underneath you in a way that made you feel so small in his arms, melting against him. He felt up your legs, parting them roughly to snake a hand up your skirt. He toyed with the band of your underwear, snapping them against your skin as he grinned into your messy kiss, teeth clashing for a second. You ground your hips against him, feeling him straining through his pants as you rushed to start undoing the buckle, pulling back from his bruising lips. He only lunged forward again, redirecting his attention towards your neck, already littered with markings from the previous nights, which he seemed intent on renewing. You were his, his ultimate victory and he made sure that everyone knew it. Whether that meant you sat on his lap during a meeting, speaking over the higher-ranked officers when you had a strategy or marking your neck with the prettiest of bruises, he would have it all.

You shrugged off your shirt, nipples pebbling at the cold waft of air coming in from the cracked window.

“Fuck Y/N -” He breathed out, his eyes blown in want. You shivered as his eyes dragged over you, leaving you exposed, taking in your pulse thrumming in your neck and the breath hitched in your throat. His hands took new interest in your thighs, moving with earnest resolution to take off your underwear. The loud ripping sound of fabric filled the cottage – he couldn’t wait anymore. It was like his fingers were made for you. The contrast between his rough and scarred skin from years of battle and training and your soft silken lips set a torturous pace and you had to struggle to keep your breath. Never in Valhalla would you have imagined Ivar as a tender teasing lover, but here he was, the cripple, staring at your face from the corner of his eye with a somewhat awestruck expression, watching the way your chested heaved with uneven breaths as he played lazily with your clit. Norns.  To say that you were falling for the man was an understatement. You needed him, and needed him quickly.

“Do you need anything, pet?”

You outright moaned at the nickname he chose for you. Pet. If it had come from the lips of any other man you would have made him swallow his fist whole. It meant ownership, being somewhat lesser than him, but an object of praise and adoration. But from Ivar… was it wrong that the hairs on your back raised at the thought? That he wanted you, not just for the night but to be his. For he was already yours in every sense of the word – or so you would make sure tonight.

“Nothing.”

You struggled to get the words out while keeping a poor excuse of a straight face. You were red and starry-eyed, heaving with determined want and desperation. You were a wanton image, a goddess under the dim lighting. Ivar’s pants tightened at the view and he had to bite back the growl growing in his throat. It had been decided there – he would chase you to the edge of the Earth and do your bidding, but he would never settle to rule without you by his side.

He manhandled you into a new position, making you swivel around in his lap. You felt his toned chest press up against your back, making you melt into him as his hot breath fanned on your neck.

“I’ll tell you what I need then.”

His teeth dragged lightly over your neck, biting into it slightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder, feeling your pulse rise quickly as he sucked into it.

“What I need is for you to lift your skirts up and let me crawl between those pretty legs of yours. To kiss up your thighs-”

His fingers brushed on your clit, exerting a soft pressure without moving, teasing you as you buck your hips into his hands.

“To bite into them, marking you as mine.”

Ivar lets out a ragged breath in between his whispers, his own chest heaving in synch with yours as he watched your breasts moving up and down rhythmically, glistening with a sheer thin sweat.

“I want to breathe you in and lick you, running my tongue along your edges before taking your clit into my mouth and sucking on it. ”

You whimpered helplessly, boneless in his arms. Your thighs quivered with his ministrations, tensing as you felt yourself get closer –

“Fuck, Ivar!” You gripped his forearm tightly, digging your fingers into his skin as you came, breathing harshly and feeling all of a sudden faint. He helped you ride out the high, fingers slowly stilling in you but never coming to a proper halt. You could feel his growing smirk between the puffs of air hitting your neck.

You smiled lazily in return at his newfound confidence. You knew – Ivar may have lost a battle, but he would always turn out victor.

[dmsden]

Monster of the Month - the Copper Dragon

Hullo, Gentle Readers. We’re continuing our Year of the Dragon, and, in honor of April Fool’s Day, I thought I’d give April to those merry pranksters, the Copper Dragons. As always, a big thank you to Scott “K-9″ Fabianek for the wonderful original art for this article.

When Scott and I were discussing this month’s dragon, I pointed him to some of the older art of copper dragons for reference. He immediately noticed the playful nature of the dragon from the art, and that’s what’s always struck me about this breed of dragon. They are fun-loving, fond of tricks, good-hearted, and, by draconic standards at least, quite playful.

Copper dragons are chaotic good, so, hopefully, most times that your players encounter them, the encounters will not be battles. Instead, meetings with coppers should be entertaining and challenging social encounters. Like most dragons, however, they are fond of their hoard, and they won’t be pleased if PCs get sticky-fingered. This is the most likely reason for a copper dragon and a good/neutral party to get into a combat.

As we’ve said some time now, coppers love pranks and tricks. They love riddles, games, jokes, and the like, and entertaining one with these, as well as laughing at their jokes and being good sports about their tricks are the best ways to stay on a copper’s good side. It’s not likely that a copper would be enraged to battle by just someone being humorless, but it’s certainly not going to endear anyone to them. If the PC wants something from the copper (a piece of treasure from the dragon’s hoard that they need to slay some evil being, safe passage through the dragon’s territory, aid against an evil dragon, or the like), they’d better get a sense of humor! Bards can really win over a copper dragon with stories, riddles, and jokes. The text notes that copper dragons love bards and might even let a bard live with it for a time to entertain it.

Coppers also particularly love precious metals and gems, likely because of an affinity to the earth. They like to make their lairs in hills and rocky highlands, likely putting them into contact with rock gnomes and hill dwarves. One can imagine that the gnomes and coppers get along famously, but dour dwarves might get exasperated by a copper dragon’s attempts to get them to lighten up. Still, hill dwarves have excellent access to mineral wealth, so it’s not hard to imagine a copper dragon and a city of hill dwarves having a mutually beneficial arrangement.

If a copper does get into a fight, they have access to all the delicious attack that a normal dragon does. Their breath weapon is acid, which I imagine they might use to do a bit of mining themselves, looking for the things they treasure. Like most metallic dragons, they also have a non-lethal breath weapon - in this case, a cone of slowing breath. You could describe this in terms of the dragon’s earth affinity, suggesting the weight of the earth on every step a target makes. Especially with the dragon’s many attacks, this could be an excellent way for the dragon to become an overwhelming force. Or, if the dragon simply wishes not to fight, it can slow everyone and then depart.

Ancient coppers have a change shape ability that allows them to become a humanoid or beast at will. This likely serves the dragon as an excellent way to get the conversations it loves, as well as a way to prank people. The dragon could pass itself off as a talking horse, get a well-known miser to spend a fortune on buying this wonderful animal, and then turn back to a dragon and fly away, laughing. It could also use this ability at will in combat, changing into mighty beasts now and then, just for the novelty and to not lose its own hit points in battle.

Its lair actions show of its earth affinity again. It can cause spike growths that would greatly inconvenience those relying on mobility, and it can turn rock to mud. I have to say that coppers definitely seem like the kinds of dragons who might’ve picked up some magic here and there, and I could easily see giving them some bardic spells to play with for fun.

I could see using a copper dragon as an eccentric sort of quest giver. Maybe it meets the PCs in town in the form of a local merchant. It gets them to go on a quest for some legendary treasure or fabulous beast, which, coincidentally, gets the PCs to root out a nearby monster lair. Afterwards, the dragon could reveal its little “prank”, or continue to act as a patron. Maybe “Lord Falderal” eventually sends them after some treasure in its own hoard, just to test the goodness of their hearts. If they treat with the “new” dragon well, it reveals who it really is and rewards them.

I hope you’ll see that our Copper Dragon is no April Fool. I’d love to hear how you’ve used them in your stories in the past, or ideas on how to use them.