#Not directly replying to you just matching the vibe of the post

[arvensimp]

Hey, would you please be willing to write something where arven calls the reader a good girl/boy and maybe is just super big on praising us? (Nsfw preferred but if you want to write sfw that’s totally fine too!! I’ll be happy with anything) ❤️

Hello! So... pt. 2 to different kinda jelly ended up having these kindsa vibes? I hope you don't mind if I post it here? truth be told this was actually going to be longer, but then it got too long, so I split it up hehe. i'll have pt 3 out some other time if folks are interested.

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Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 2

Jealous!Arven x fem!reader, you get sent back to Galar for a publicity stunt with Leon, and Arven isn't overly pleased with the matter.

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"No. No, absolutely not."

La Primera sighs, folding her hands across the desk in front of you. "We'll make it well worth your while, of course."

"That doesn't matter! The last time I went to Galar, it nearly destroyed my relationship with Arven."

She raises a single perfect eyebrow. "I'm sure your...relationship...has only become stronger since then, wouldn't you agree?"

You splutter a bit, not quite sure how to respond to that. "S-still. It doesn't seem right."

"You have to understand," Geeta insists, maintaining her infamous cool head. "We're trying to put Paldea on the map right now, and Galar's league is one of our best shots. You already have rapport with their former champion."

Your face heats up a bit. You're not quite sure you like having rapport with Leon. You open your mouth to argue, but La Primera doesn't give you the opportunity.

"I know you're not overly pleased with press and paparazzi, but we could use the buzz. Just a little goodwill trip of friendship, hm? Maybe to show off that invasive charizard you caught during that bizarre event a few weeks back. The league was thinking we could use you two as a symbol of...friendship between our regions. Two champions, two charizards. It's perfect, don't you think?"

You really don't think this is a good idea at all. "So, what? You just want me to go over with Charizard, maybe have a few exhibition matches, take some pictures with Leon and be done with it?"

Geeta nods. "More or less. We just really want to drive home the idea that you and Leon are of the same caliber; that Galar and Paldea are of the same caliber."

"But I proved that months ago at the tournament."

"And we need to maintain the image."

You sigh. "I'm not getting out of this, am I?"

"I'm afraid not."

"There's no chance you could just send Larry in my place?"

She laughs. "Maybe some other time."

"Fine. I have one condition."

"Yes?"

"Arven is coming with me."

"Done, but he cannot be seen with you in public."

"What?!"

"This is a business trip, and I won't have you turning it into some kind of honeymoon. Besides, you know we don't want the press to get the wrong idea about you...pursuing multiple men or some other nonsense."

"You're kidding me."

"Absolutely not. He does this or he doesn't go."

"...Fine."

Geeta smiles, and as usual, the warmth doesn't seem to reach her eyes. "Perfect. We'll have everything booked and sorted for you as quickly as possible."

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You're on a plane to Galar with your boyfriend just a few weeks later. Convincing him to come wasn't easy in the slightest, but you feel a lot better about the whole ordeal knowing he's close by. You think he feels similarly, too. Even if he's grumpily refusing to talk for the time being, he's still holding your hand, occasionally brushing his thumb over yours in reassuring circles.

After landing, the two of you are quickly whisked from the terminal to your hotel in Motostoke. Arven whistles as he examines your suite.

"It's nice... La Primera didn't really spare any expense, did she?" He wanders over to the window to part the curtains.

"She really wants to make this work," You reply. "The Paldean League is like her baby, and she really wants it to thrive..." You meet your boyfriend by the window to check the view...to see that there is none. Your window looks directly out at a brick wall, and you can't make out the street below or the roof above.

"Wow, she was serious about trying to keep 'us' hidden."

Arven gives you a confused look.

"The Galarian paparazzi are beyond nuts. If they wanted to find me or get pictures of me in the room, they'd do it. Looks like she made sure they couldn't."

Just then you hear a knock on the door.

"Am...Am I supposed to hide or something?" Arven asks you softly. You shrug. "I dunno. Let me check who it is first?"

Arven conceals himself, just to be safe while you answer the door.

"My Paldean Champion! Welcome back to Galar!" Leon greets you with his 10,000 gigawatt smile, sweeping into the room with a flourish. It seems for the time being he isn't wearing a cape, but his signature cap is still perched on his head like a crown.

"Leon..." You return his grin nervously. "How...nice to see you." You smile through your teeth, shutting the door firmly behind you.

"I hope it wasn't too forward of me to show up so soon after your arrival! I was just so excited to see you again!" He says in thickly accented Paldean that he's clearly been practicing since last you saw him.

"It's fine... Listen--"

Leon grabs your hands and swings you in a wide circle, making you cry out in surprise. "Oh, we've got some great stuff planned for this trip! Just you wait! I'll be taking you to Ballonlea, we'll have a battle together in Hammerlocke, Charizard vs Charizard, of course," He laughs, "And then--"

Arven clears his throat loudly from behind Leon. The latter stops and turns, still holding onto your hands which you gently pry yourself from, as you make your way to Arven. He slips an arm around your waist and pulls you in a bit tighter than he probably would in anyone else's company.

"Leon, you've...uh, met Arven. Remember?"

Leon's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, then he cracks his fist against his hand. "Yes! Yes! The boyfriend! How are ya, mate? Sorry about all that mess last time. Good to make your acquaintance." He reaches out a hand.

Arven takes it, and the two shake hands gruffly. "Yeah. Same to you, buddy."

"So, Leon." You interrupt before things get even more tense. "I understand this trip is to do some publicity for Paldea and stuff... But, just so we're clear..." You take Arven's free hand. "Arven is my partner, okay? I, or, uh... We don't want...any scandal or anything like that. Y'know?"

Leon smiles brightly at the two of you. "I completely understand! The plan is to just...create an image, yeah? Nothing for the cameras will be real. We can just have fun with it. Sound good?"

You look to Arven, and the worry must be clear on your features. He squeezes you just a bit tighter against him. You sigh. "Yeah."

"Great! Shall I take you to dinner then?" He asks.

"Actually... Do the paps know I'm here yet?"

Leon shakes his head. "If they do, they don't know you're at this hotel."

"Perfect." You look to Arven. "How about we have dinner in then? Just get takeaway or room service?" Arven nods and opens his mouth to reply.

"Oh, that sounds grand!" Leon says. "I can get something and bring it back for us. Here, what are you in the mood for?" He takes out his phone and starts searching for local restaurants.

Arven blanches, looking to you to un-invite the Galarian.

"Leon, maybe... Uh..." You start to say, and the man in question turns his head to you, looking as excited as a little greavard. Your heart melts, and you can't bring yourself to fix his faux-pas. "...Do you know any good curry places or chippies? I really want Arven to get a proper taste while we're here."

"I know just the place!" He tells you both, standing. "I know just what to get us, too. I'll be back in a jiff!"

Arven full on balks at you once you're alone again. "Are you serious right now?"

"I know!" You cry, throwing your head into your hands as you fall back onto the bed. "He just... He seems so excited, ya know? I don't wanna hurt his feelings."

"That's fine. I will, then!" Arven tells you. "Seriously, if you keep trying to spare his feelings like this it's just gonna hurt him more."

"That's the thing." You reply. "I... I do think he gets that I'm not into him. I think he's just kinda...forward. Lively. Ya know?"

Arven scoffs. "I thought Galarians were supposed to be stuffy and uptight."

You laugh, teasing him. "Yeah, and Paldeans are romantic and take naps every afternoon."

"I'm romantic!"

"Hm..." You tap a finger to your lip, thinking. The mirth in your tone is obvious. "Are you? Maybe, sometimes."

"Oh, come on!" Arven pulls you into his arms, nosing up against your collar bone. "Don't be like this, sweetness." He whines. You laugh, as he unintentionally tickles you with his soft hair.

"Fine, fine! I give, you're a romantic! You're a sweetheart and the love of my life!"

Arven joins in on your laughter and lovingly kisses at the spot he was just pressing up against. "I thought as much..."

The two of you lay there on the bed, enjoying the silence and one another's company for a long moment.

"How long do you think it'll take him to get back?" Arven eventually asks. You shrug. "Your guess is as good as mine. If he's anything like how he was last time, he's probably gotten lost on the way to the chippy, so we might have to wait a minute."

He's quiet for a moment. "So..." One of his hands creeps up your thigh suggestively. "Wanna risk it?"

You smile, widening your legs for him without thinking. "Why not?"

Arven grins boyishly as he moves to straddle you, stripping his shirt as he does. He leans down to kiss you, and you eagerly meet him in contact, humming happily against him. One of your legs hooks behind his knee, bringing him just a bit closer to you, letting him lean a bit more of his weight on top of you in a deliciously smothering way. You kiss him with a bit more urgency, gasping softly between each one. One of your hands travels up the nape of his neck, twisting fingers into his wavy hair and scratching lightly at the sensitive skin. Arven responds with a pleased, grumbling hum from the lowest part of his register. He pulls away from your mouth to pepper kisses down your jaw and neck instead.

"How about I leave you with some nasty little bruises here, huh? Make sure that guy knows who you belong to?"

You gasp out Arven's name with a hitched cry as he finds a particularly sensitive spot beneath your ear.

"You like that? You want everyone to know you're mine, right?"

You nod and moan out a pathetic sounding "U-uh-huh..." As Arven continues his work on you. You roll your hips up to meet his without thinking, eager for some kind of friction. He chuckles lowly at your shameless display.

"I love getting you all worked up like this, ya know? You're so easy to tease..." He goes back to ravaging your neck, placing a lot of attention on that singular spot he found a moment ago that had you turning gooey on him. When he's done there, he moves to nibble at your earlobe, breathing warmly into the sensitive skin, making you shudder and grind up against him all the more needily.

"Please, Arven..." You whine as you make futile attempts to get any kind of satisfying friction.

"Use your words, Sweetness..." He hums against you while one of his hands slides up under your shirt and bra to palm one of your breasts. You arch your back at the contact, groaning.

"Please touch me!"

He goes to start kissing the other side of your neck, likely thinking to make symmetrical marks on you, the bastard. "Mmm... Pretty sure I'm already doing that..." He says as he rolls his hips slowly against yours. Truth be told you don't feel much between your clothes and his, but you can still tell you're wet and he's hard from all of this, and it's driving you wild.

"C-C'mon..." Your hand leaves his hair, and you go to unbutton your pants, but Arven stops you. He presses your hand into the pillow by your head.

"Absolutely not." He warns, and you whimper, clamping your thighs around his hips without thinking. "I'm taking care of you, but you need to use your words."

"Pl-...Please...let me cum for you...?" You ask with an unsteady voice.

"There's my good girl..." Arven smiles against your skin. The hand that was massaging your tit moves down to flick open the button on your pants. You wiggle out of them quickly, and Arven barely needs to move for how fast you kick them off. He laughs low and sweet. "So needy, aren't you, Sweetness..." His fingers go to part your folds and you whine, rolling your hips against him. "And so wet for me already? Oh, that'll do just fine, won't it..."

He starts to circle his fingers around your clit, occasionally pressing against the bud or dipping a finger down to drag just outside your entrance. You cry in frustration when he refuses to just fuck into you like you want.

"P-Please, Arven... Inside?" You finally bring yourself to ask as he kisses and sucks at the base of your throat in a way that has you feeling breathless.

"There you go..." He finally acquiesces and lets one of his long, slender fingers breach your entrance, pushing into you with a wet sound that should have you more embarrassed if you weren't so worked up. One finger soon becomes two, and they both pump into you at a gloriously aching pace that has you choking on moans of Arven's name.

"That's a good girl, sweet girl..." He praises as he brings his thumb into the mix to press against your clit.

"C-Close..." You manage to stutter out between pitchy whines.

"You cum for me whenever you like, sweetness. I'm here..." Arven tells you, kissing at one of the rapidly darkening bruises he left on your throat.

And it doesn't take much from there before you're tumbling over the edge into sweet bliss, your cunt squeezing tight and rapid against Arven's fingers. Once you're well and truly mush beneath him, Arven drags his digits from you, pulling gently and agonizingly all at once, such that you shudder when he finally leaves you.

"Good?" He asks, and you can only nod. "You ready?" He asks, and you nod as you hear him fumble with his fly.

He lines up with your entrance, his boxer briefs and pants slung low on his hips when you hear a knock at the door.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...If we pretend we're not here, maybe..?"

Another knock sounds, louder this time, then you hear Leon's voice calling your name. "You in there?"

Arven collapses on top of you with a frustrated groan.

"One second!" You call out, breathless and very much annoyed. Arven rolls over.

[hechose]

respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: andy

roleplayer pronouns: they/them

muse name: armand

preferred communication: discord is mostly preferred, but tumblr dm's are always fine too!

experience: oooh... something like... 15+ years?? across a variety of different platforms.

preferred roleplay type: love a good few paragraphs where all parties get to go in depth rambling about the situations/character feelings/motivations/thoughts/all that jazz. as much as i always enjoy a good funny quick vibe thing, i will always prefer deep diving into character development and explorations stuff, be that of any variety ya know??

pet peeves & dealbreakers: it's,,, rather specific but it's based on past bs so-- i'm particularly offish if someone shows signs of possessive behaviour like. jealousy over writing/talking etc with other people, treating it like you own myself or anyone in the community for that matter. ig i've just... been burned too badly in the past and not noticed before it was way, way too late. i have pretty open eyes to that shit now (thank u therapy for helping me work on my own shit with that), so i'm pretty quick to just shut it down. also a less intense one but, people essentially guilt tripping people with ooc posts.

plot or memes: memes are always a great way to kick shit off, to explore different things and tend to be a good jumping off point for me to feel comfortable approaching people directly to then either, plot in depth, or just vibe it and scream about our characters ya know?? plotting is great, i love being able to delve in and create our own little worlds and aus etc, but i do tend to be a more vibes person when actually writing/threading etc. i like to have an end point/direction with a thread, even if it's only a tiny point to grow and delve into.

long replies or short replies: nice lil mix tbh?? two small paragraphs tends to be as small as i go... long ones have done the 'oops i hit discord message limit four times in one reply womp' so it really just depends

best time to write: usually just... any time during my days off. if i wanna write, i'll write ya know?? however post-work day tends to not be as great of a time coz i'm usually fuckt and exhausted.

are you like your muse?: ahhahahahahahahahhaha.... listen,,, lets just. NOT,,, bc it's big womp womp moments every time i hit Awareness of how and why im so deeply attached to this muse in particular-- sometimes u just have trauma that connects up and how it shaped you matches and how it made you function for such a large part of your life mATCHES,,

tagged by: @operahouses fank yew bb tagging: i've seen so many of u wonderful lot doing this so just, anyone that sees this now and hasn't yet, tag me as the one that tagged u so i can read urs too!! <33

[best-fictional-band-poll]

Round 2 is going to start soon, so this is an update post on how it's going to go!

- Polls will be released evenly over a 2-week span for all 4 groups to make my life easier. This means a longer gap between individual polls, but I can just leave the queue running.

- Polls will still run for a whole week

- Polls will now have some propaganda included in the style of a commentators summary - however, not all bands have had propaganda submitted, so if you have anything to add, DM me or reply to have it added directly to the post - this should be 1-2 sentences MAX.

- Long propaganda is still encouraged!! Especially musical propaganda!! add a Spotify or YouTube link if your band has any released music!! this should all be in reblogs - if I don't reblog it, DM me and I'll get on it ASAP

- Remember to reblog to your fandoms!! Every big upset and surprising win has been because a post has reached the fandom!!

- REMEMBER TO VOTE even if you don't know or care about either band!! go through the reblogs for propaganda, Vote for what your mutuals love, or just pick based on vibes! We don't sit on fences around here!

- The round 2 winners will be reshuffled before round 3, so everyone from every group has an equal chance to go up against anyone else!

EDIT: I'm queueing some of these polls already and you have some WILD match ups coming up!

[ronancecore]

Story time

uhmm just sharing, it's rare for me to watch uhh Sci-fi genre or super hero stuffs. I'm more into romance type of person. But then I had a conversation with someone on this app(i don't want to mention the app because I don't if she's on tumblr, she might see this post haha I hope this post doesn't blew up.) it started with an anonymous love confession, not in the creepy way confession because I posted a link about where you can confess everything. If you know 'Sayout' you will understand, so it intended that I will receive tons of anonymous messages from someone. But after that she confessed by directly messaging me. (our story is like a fanfiction plot. I don't want to share it haha it's too obvious.) The two of us talk a lot, she's kind of out of my league, prolly having a different interest in life. She recommended stranger things to me, she said to me that I should watch it because I will probably like it. Before I watch ST, I know already Robin because of her famous meme, also that one scene Max levitating in the air in s4. It's all over my news feed. Speaking of robin she have Robin vibes I dunno whyy huhu.

Other than that, she likes superhero themes, she's a fan of marvel movies and likes(prolly loves spider man because of her uhh dump account on Instagram.) speaking of ig, she posted several post that she's on movie theater, she wants me to go watch with her! She get excited when she's having a story time mostly of her favorite shows. I swear, I never talk alot in personal so I don't know how to reply😭✋and she always make the first move of the convo. yeah we didn't end up cause I don't know why, we end up in that situation:D maybe is not a match. so basically we both decided to be friends, we're both busy in school works because that time we're uhh graduating student. Out of the blue the conversation stopped. My last convo with her was on her birthday, then we never talked again but before graduating we saw each other often in school grounds were school-mates. In the end I gather some my memories all together before the two of us have a conversation. Then we actually always cross each other path in hallways in the past! also her friends have a connection to my friends but we're not close enough that time to talk. Not until that anonymous confession thing happened.

After that I watch everything she recommended but I never chat with her again cause everything has change, not the same anymore it's been 2 years. Maybe if this is a fanfiction, I have a chance but this is real life, it's moreee way awkward if I chat again. I'm fine if she did the first move, it would been better to happen.

Then May last year someone message me in that link again, anonymously spammed me😭 with 'I miss you' and other stuff like that.

And then someone message me again in November. it's a birthday greeting. Sayout have a reply button in this year, so I can reply to any messages then I ask if that person message me 8 months ago then it said 'yes'. I know it's same person because of used of emoji and writing style, It's always the same and have a code on it but Somehow, doesn't ring the bell. But my other flings I block them haha because of how bad they treated me. This person the subject on this post is the only one I never block in my accounts, so she can see the link attached in my profile.

Yeah who knows? but I never suspect things. I guess i just overthinking everything.

I dunno why I shared this but yeahh, I guess the two of us should probably talk more.

[koala2all]

Find the Vibe Tag Game

A huge thank you to @owlbearwrites for the tag! Apologies it took me a while, but here I am!

Rules: Post a snippet that matches the previous vibe.

Using the previous snippet to match the vibe fancy party fancy food here is a blurb from The Tengu’s Journey (working title 😉)

Around the table many nobles, dressed in their finest, perfumed and powered, daintily nibbled on sundries as all eyes were trained on the Tengu that sat uncomfortably in the place of honor.

“Tell us, dear Korkack, from whence have you come?” An elegant gentleman seated directly across from this mysterious guest placed his elbows on the table, fingers laced together, and rested his chin on the backs of his hands, staring intently at Korakk. Dorius Trenard, the master of the house and Baron of the Western Dells, had caught sight of the Tengu as he had been summarily turned away from the town library. Fascinated by such a rare sight as a Tengu in this dreadfully boring city, Trenard had invited Korakk to supper, along with a handful of his closest friends to share in the entertainment.

“My name is Korakk,” the Tengu corrected gently, and at the sound of the young elven girl’s voice that flowed from his beak, the nobles tittered amongst themselves.

“Fascinating,” another of the gentlemen remarked, smiling broadly. “How many voices does it have?”

“All but its own, my dear chap,” Trenard replied with a chuckle. “But don’t be rude, Lord Burrber, Kordack here was just about to tell us where he’s from.”

Gently tagging @stellarosamarys @camillenrose @paintedbutton and anyone else who might want to join!

[kenkamishiro]

Lost in Translation: Choujin X chapter 1

Fun fact, I was planning to do fan translations for Choujin X with a scan group until it could get a simulpub release, though I didn’t expect it to get one from the very first chapter lol. I’m happy though since it means everyone can read it right away and it doesn’t mess up my schedule.

So instead I’ll be making comparison notes between the EN and JP text to supplement the official translation. I’m not doing this because the official TL is bad (I actually think it’s pretty solid and I hope it will maintain this quality) but because it’s inevitable for something to be lost in translation, and it’s nice to have that additional context for theory crafting and whatnot.

If you want to read it on Twitter instead, the original thread is here, but this is the proofread and way more detailed version 😄

This translation isn’t wrong, but there’s an emphasis on それ (which is TLed as ‘it’) that connotes a stronger, “other, that thing” feeling that isn’t present here. The general idea behind this sentence is: That [becoming a Choujin] resembles more of a disease [than a transformation].

Ely talks like a tomboy, she uses rougher speech patterns and the pronoun オラ (ora), a derivative of the masculine 'ore'. But it's a bit old-fashioned (eg. すまなんだ) which makes sense considering her upbringing with her grandfather on a farm. Hence her country bumpkin speech pattern in English.

Not sure if I should use Ellie or Ely? Ellie makes more sense based on the kana, but Ishida explicitly called her Ely so I might stick with Ely for now... (also istg that blond guy with the huge chin is a reference, I've seen him somewhere)

Tokio, I know your teacher is annoying, but it's rude to call her that lol. This is basically the oppai equivalent of paisen (senpai backwards, it’s slangier). Similar thing actually happened with Ely describing her dream hubby as Goldilocks instead of blond; ‘kinpatsu’ (blond hair) was inverted to become ‘patsukin’, hence the translation as Goldilocks.

Kurohara Tokio (黒原トキオ) and Higashi Azuma (東アヅマ). Kurohara is a common surname, means 'black fields'. Tokio is in katakana, so it’s hard to say what kanji it could be. 'Toki' could be 時 (time) or 外喜 (outside + delight). The 'o' can be the common male name suffix 男 (boy).

But when I think of Tokio, I think of TK's song called 'tokio'. You can read the translated lyrics here. If these lyrics end up being relevant to Tokio's character development I will eat my shoe lol.

Higashi means 'east'. Azuma (which can also be romanized as Aduma, it’s a softer ‘zu’ sound which is why Tokio called Azuma ‘Aju’ earlier in the chapter before correcting himself) is an archaic form of ‘east’. So...this guy is literally East East. The Choujin X equivalent of Moon Moon 😂

Someone also informed me that Higashi Azuma is a station in Tokyo, though the kana are slightly different (アヅマ／あづま vs. あずま). They effectively sound the same though nowadays, if I have to be honest. It’s like comparing the difference between 애 and 에 in Korean.

Tbh this is minor, but worth mentioning just cause it changes the meaning a bit. Tokio is saying something more like, “Why are we even talking about this [the roly-polies] again?”

I think I heard people talking about how the official TL doesn’t match the original text, but personally I really like how this was translated! Sis is using the expression  「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」, which literally means “boiling the dirt under someone’s fingernails and drinking it”. By taking the dirt/grime under the fingernails of someone that you admire, and boiling it and drinking it like a tea, you can become more like them.

But because idioms don’t tend to directly translate well between languages, translators often have to adapt it so that the meaning still remains the same. In English the closest idiom we have to this is “rubbing off on someone.” The “holding hands” bit was added to replace the physical aspect of “taking the dirt from someone’s fingernails” and also contribute to Sis’s sassy and very informal way of speaking.

So Sis is saying in JP (ignoring her personal speech style for now):

You should take the dirt from under [Azuma's] fingernails and boil it so you can be more like him.

And now in ENG it becomes:

You guys should hold hands or something, then maybe he’ll rub off on you.

It now sounds natural in English, still carries the same meaning as the original text, and also suits the character’s speech pattern.

Moving on, in that same panel the literal TL of Tokio’s dialogue is, “Policeman Azuma got dispatched again today,” emphasizing Azuma’s heroic deeds along with his family connections to the police. Another thing I want to note is that this is the second time Azuma has been called 偉い (erai) so far - noble, and now great guy. I’ll just dump the general English definition of 偉い from Jisho here so you get the general idea:

Great; excellent; admirable; remarkable; distinguished; important; celebrated; famous; eminent

But you can tell from how people describe Azuma as 偉い that others look up to him, think he’s a great person and Mr. Perfect. Always being placed on a pedestal by others. (What are the odds this will affect his mentality after the Choujin serum?)

The meaning is still pretty much the same, but I’ll offer a slightly different perspective. Sis mentions that if she were Tokio, she’d burst from the [Azuma] complex. (Clearly Tokio and Azuma's relationship is gonna crack at some point)

Tokio mentions an idiom about hawks (taka) before recalling his childhood memory about vultures. Vultures are called 'hagewashi', but in the chapter it mentions they can also be called 'hagetaka' (buzzard/condor, literally bald hawk).

The kids call him names like "Hagetaka Tokio" and "Hageo". But Hagetaka Tokio only really works in JP cause Hagetaka kinda mimics his last name (Buzzard Tokio doesn't give the same vibe). Same with Hageo. Hage-o = Bald-o = Baldy.

I also think Buzzard was chosen over another name for a vulture like Condor because Buzzard can pass off as an insult.

I would have translated this as, “I wanted to be a lion too...” but this is just personal preference.

A continuation of the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression Sis used earlier. Without the adapted idiom the exchange goes something like this:

Tokio: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

Azuma: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

Tokio: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

Azuma: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

But since the 「爪の垢を煎じて飲む」 expression was modified to make it sound natural in English, it means this conversation has to be modified too.

JP: My sister said I should bring home the dirt from under your nails. Can I have some?

EN: My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you. What do you think?

The “dirt from under your nails” part got adapted to “holding hands”, hence how the 1st line from Tokio becomes, “My sister says we should hold hands...so I can be more like you.” “Can I have some?” makes no sense now in this context now, so it was changed to “What do you think?” as a question to Azuma to keep the similar conversation flow going.

JP: ...huh? What for, that’s scary. No way.

EN: Huh? What’re you talking about? No thanks.

Azuma’s next line is similar enough to the JP text except for the removal of “scary”. I think the reason it was most likely removed is because leaving it as it is could be constituted as homophobic (2 boys holding hands, absolutely nothing scary about it as bible thumpers would like people to believe).

JP: I have to boil it and drink it, apparently.

EN: She said to hold hands so you’ll rub off on me.

Tokio’s response to that is explaining what he meant by his proposal. In the original text he lays out the latter half of the idiom (he doesn’t even realize it’s an expression, poor boy), and in English he does something similar by going into why his sister said they should hold hands (so Azuma can rub off on Tokio).

JP: Don’t even think about boiling or drinking it.

EN: C’mon. That’s not how things work.

Azuma’s then rebuts Tokio’s proposal as ridiculous. In the original text he drops a typical straight man response (don’t do *insert whatever ridiculous thing the idiot suggested*). But since Tokio’s proposal in English isn’t as preposterous, his rebuttal is toned down in response by telling him not to take it literally.

Ultimately, even though a lot of this dialogue was changed, I still think it was successful in maintaining the original’s intent. Tokio takes his sister’s sarcastic suggestion literally and brings it up to Azuma, who dismisses it as silly. It would be nice if we could keep the expression as it was in Japanese, but in instances like this where it’s played off of in multiple lines, that’s easier said than done.

軟体 isn’t an actual word, it’s made up of the kanji soft + body. So kinda like Elastigirl, but Flexi was chosen instead. It doesn’t sound 100% right, but I don’t think I could come up with anything better.

Replacing the しい in 楽しい with the C plus that elongated pronunciation makes Johnny sound even more like a stereotypical Yankee, which is why he sounds like that in English 😂

Random but I found it interesting how Azuma called Johnny a youkai (妖怪) instead of something like bakemono (化け物) or obake (お化け) since they’re shapeshifting monsters.

Tokio is worried that if he doesn't do something right now, he's going to lose his friendship with Azuma. The sentence is fine as it is though.

Azuma’s line can also be worded as, "No hard feelings, okay?"

Bestial = 獣化 (juuka) = beast+change = beast transformation

That’s it from me, if you have questions about the TL feel free to send an ask or reply to this post, I promise I’ll check my inbox more often this time 😂

[flrtwoo]

wc: 858

"so you think i should create a contrast between the song and my words?" you asked sunwoo, facing him. he leaned back on the sofa you both were sitting on and turned to face you as well. "yea! i think it'll create a cool effect, and at the end of your video you could end with words that kind of agree or disagree directly with the song, depending on the message you want to portray! play with the song's lyrics or something you feel?"

"yea i feel!" you smiled, bobbing your head up and down in agreement to what he suggested. as you typed down his words in the notes app of your laptop, sunwoo took notice of the way you scrunched your nose whenever you mispelled something, or how you only used your pointer and middle finger to type. he wanted to pinch your nose, intertwine your hands together, just show you some sort of physical affection, but he held himself back.

"not yet sunwoo, not yet." he thought to himself. the usb in his pocket suddenly felt heavier and heavier, so sunwoo considered this as a sign that it was time.

"uh hey..." sunwoo started as he leaned forward. you stopped typing to direct your attention to him. "what's up?"

"i uh... actually have a song right here if you want to use it for your project." he said hesitantly and brought out the usb from his pocket. "you can give it a listen, see if it matches the vibe of your film."

you looked at the usb in his hand then at him. he looked... nervous? you took the usb and inspected it carefully. "did you write a song?"

"wrote and recorded" he replied with a nervous chuckle. "ohmygod... sunwoo this is so sweet what the heck" you pouted, your heart growing even more for the person in front of you. as for sunwoo, he felt his heart do a whole gymnastics routine at your expression.

"can i listen to it now?" you asked him excitedly. "oh yea sure of course!" he nodded, still not meeting your eyes. you were curious as to why sunwoo didn't seem... himself, but you figured it was probably just because he was showing you one of his works for the first time.

you plugged in the usb to your laptop. once its contents loaded, you were surprised to find that there was only one thing on the usb: an audio file titled "make or break".

you clicked on it, and after a few seconds the sound of guitar strums filled the air. you relished it, and unknowingly swayed to the rhythm.

then suddenly, his voice.

his voice was sweet, smooth, like honey dripping from a leaf. it was something you knew you couldn't, and wouldn't, get enough of.

a smile grew on your lips as you listened to the way his voice would hit the high notes and low notes, how he'd change up the tempo every now and then, and how he sang like he was talking to you and only you.

as you were looking at your screen (because you knew you'd turn into a puddle of nothingness if you faced sunwoo right then and there), sunwoo was looking at you and gauging your reaction. when you smiled, he smiled, and when you blushed, he might have blushed as well.

jacob's nagging made it into his thoughts however, and he sighed. "this is it guess."

This ecstatic, vivid emotion

Shines clearly

"y/n, i have something to say to you"

"yea?"

I don’t wanna leave that dazzling fantasy

As a dream

"hanging out with you and getting to know you these past few months have honestly felt like a dream; it's crazy how close we've gotten already."

Make or Break

You come close to me

I’ll say wait a minute minute

Wait a minute minute

"and everytime i'm with you, i feel like... i don't know, that i'm meant to be there in that moment with you. when you laugh, it makes me want to be the reason you do, and when you're going through something, all i want is to be by your side and tell you that everything's gonna be okay."

Make or Break

The moment you smiled at me

Now say yeah I’m with it with it

Yeah I’m with it with it babe

"i rarely act on my feelings, but lately that's all i've been doing around you. you make my brain all fuzzy, you fill my thoughts, and you turn me into a mess whenever i see you smile."

All fantasies come true

"i'm sorry, i'm rambling again, but what i'm trying to say is that i like you-"

your lips on his. sunwoo couldn't process your lips on his. when you noticed that he wasn't moving, you backed up. looking into his eyes, you mumbled out an apology as your cheeks turned red.

1 second.

2 seconds.

he then put his hand on your cheek, leaned in, and kissed you. slowly, and with so much care, he kissed you, and you could only describe the feeling as pure magic.

zero-probability | ksw

[chapter 23]

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summary: both you and sunwoo knew that life would always throw its hurdles, especially now as college season is coming up. but who would've thought that part of "life's hurdles" was getting someone else's college application results? because as of what they know, that should be a zero-probability event—something that would and should NEVER happen.

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a/n: CROWD CHEERS THEY FINALLY DID IT ‼️ IT WAS ABOUT TIME GADDAM HAHAHAHAH and ,, as u know make or break is very upbeat HAHAHAHA but while writing i imagined sunwoo doing a slowed down, acoustic ver of it and i just think that it would be Beautiful 🥲 also yes another grid huhu i am so sorry ;< lastly, these next 2 chapters will just kinda wrap up zero-probability, so hopefully you all are still here and up for a little more sunwoo, y/n, and friends content !!! i love u all so much, and thank u for liking zero-probability 💛

[missfangirll]

One half of me is yours

Fandom: Guardian Rating: General Relationship: Shen Wei / Zhao Yunlan (Kunlun) Tags: Pining, First Kiss, Ye Olde Haixing Era         Words: 1821 Summary: Shen Wei wants. He doesn't know what, exactly, only that it has to do with Kunlun. Lately, everything has to do with Kunlun.

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I actually wanted to write something @tehfanglyfish​ requested and went to re-read Nudes Sent (to get back into the modern world vibe after reading The Untamed fics for weeks). In this fic there is exactly one (1) sentence about Kunlun and the Olde Haixing Era, but of course that was enough to make my brain go WEEEEEEEE! 😑 Anyway, have some Shen Wei pining for Kunlun 😅 Note that this is set directly before The Scene on the cliff (the one with the name-giving and mask-stealing) 😁

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One half of me is yours, the other half yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours. (William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice)

Shen Wei knew he was staring.

He had been careless earlier and for a moment had glanced directly at Kunlun over the campfire they were all sitting at, and now he found himself completely unable to look away.

It was a rare occasion that he had been invited to sit with the soldiers – and even rarer that he had accepted, if their astonished faces had been any indication – but he had seen the general among them and his heart had just shoved his rational mind out of the way and taken control. He had nodded wordlessly and unceremoniously dropped down at the fire.

Now he was wedged uncomfortably close between two of his men, who looked at least equally wary as he felt, and disagreeably far away from Kunlun on the other side of the circle, not able to turn his gaze to something other than the other’s bright smile.

Some weeks ago Kunlun had rolled into their camp and their lives like a landslide, making the first immeasurably more enjoyable, the second definitely more interesting, and had caused Shen Wei’s heart to misbehave anytime he came near.

No one knew where exactly the famed Kunlun had come from, or why he had chosen to follow their cause, but everyone had been utterly grateful for his presence, which soon had proved to be invaluable on countless occasions. He had spoken his mind in war council, had offered smiles and reassurances to the wounded soldiers under his command – he had, in just a few days, managed to charm half the camp by simply being himself, and Shen Wei felt he was no exception.

Curiously, the only thing the general didn't excel at was, for whatever reason, any kind of weapon but his own, and Shen Wei had noticed, first apprehensive, then cautious, and finally with a kind of shy enjoyment, that whenever he went to the training field, alone or to teach a group of recruits, unfailingly, Kunlun would trail behind. He never came close, always stood a few paces away, his eyes sparkling, his lips turned up into a soft smile. Shen Wei had made a few attempts to get him to participate, first by asking politely, later by even offering a sparring match, but hadn't succeeded. Kunlun always kept his distance, while his gaze sometimes turned wistful when he thought Shen Wei wasn't paying attention.

The thing was, though, Shen Wei was always paying attention to Kunlun. If asked, he wouldn't have been able to tell when, or why, for that matter, his fascination for the older man had begun, but now he was fully, truly entangled in the other’s existence. He found himself watching Kunlun more often these days, always hidden behind his mask, drawn to the man’s inexplicable aura like a moth to a blazing flame. And like a moth, Shen Wei often thought, he would burn as soon as he came too close.

He could feel Kunlun’s heat, metaphorically and literally, whenever he sat near the other, could feel his own skin beginning to prickle with a sensation he couldn't quite name, could feel his heart thunder in his chest and his breath catch. He longed for something he didn't have a name for and was scared of the feelings he had so little control over.

He was Hei Pao Shi, the leader, the soldier, the cold and distant general who always wore a mask, always looked at, but never seen, and he wouldn't want, or know how, to change any of it. But with Kunlun close, none of this mattered. With Kunlun close, he could imagine something more, another life, another cause. He pretended not to see the other’s heavy gaze on him over the rim of his bowl when they shared a meal, pretended to be unperturbed by it, but in the stillness of his tent at night, he had no mask to hide behind. He couldn't hide from himself, and every night he lay awake, an aching in his chest, his eyes brimming as he stared into the darkness and wished for… Well, he didn't even know what he wished for, only that it had to do with Kunlun. Lately, everything had to do with Kunlun.

He watched him clean his strange weapon and imagined how those skilled fingers would feel on his skin, how the lips that were turned up in a smile so often would taste on his, how the long hair Kunlun always tried to shove out of his face would feel when he caressed it. He wondered how the other would smell when he dragged his nose along his neck, how his heartbeat would sound if Shen Wei were to lay his head on the other’s chest.  

More often than not these thoughts would leave him burning with a yearning for Kunlun he couldn't voice, couldn't show, and when he touched himself in the dark of his tent he wished it was another’s hand.

Shen Wei startled from his thoughts when something lightly touched his shoulder, he was in a defensive stance almost immediately before he recognised what, or rather who, had disturbed him. Kunlun crouched beside him, a small smile on his lips, and when Shen Wei’s senses fully returned, he found that they were the only two left at the fire.

“Lost in thought?”, Kunlun asked gently, if with a slightly teasing tone.

“Hm,” Shen Wei agreed, unsure how to respond, and made to stand up. He felt the other’s warmth dangerously close and as always, it made his heart contract almost painfully.  

Kunlun withdrew his hand, looking at him with a complicated expression. “Where are you going?”, he asked, rising as well, furtively moving a bit farther away as if he had sensed Shen Wei’s thoughts.

“I have the next watch,” he replied, “they will be waiting for me on the cliff.” He gestured to the towering rocks above them.

“I’ll join you,” Kunlun said quickly. Shen Wei could only nod.

Silently they made their way up the steep path, Kunlun always two steps behind him, still close enough to hear his breathing whenever he turned to walk around a boulder.

When they arrived at the plateau, the soldier posted there nodded as they passed him and turned around, eager to get back to the camp. Without glancing at the other man, Shen Wei sat in his usual spot to look over the landscape. The moon hung low over the dusty plane, tinged a familiar pale orange, so large it looked close enough to touch. On especially clear nights, he knew, when the dust settled and the clouds vanished, it was even possible to see some stars, the brightest of them piercing the veil the meteor had spread over the earth so long ago.

He heard a soft exhale behind him, then felt Kunlun’s robes brush against his hip as he settled next to him on the rock. He didn't dare to turn, afraid what the other might see in his eyes. He felt his heart beating so loudly that he was certain Kunlun could hear it. Trying to calm himself, he focussed on his breathing.

Shivering slightly with the feeling of having the other so close, he almost jumped when an arm wrapped around his shoulders. When Kunlun whispered, “Are you cold?”, he had no words to respond, could only shake his head frantically. He wanted Kunlun to move away, but also wanted him to press closer, wanted him to wrap his arm tighter around him, wanted him… Wanted. Him.

The flame burning inside him was spreading through his whole body, flaring blindingly bright everywhere they touched. Breathless and with a wildly beating heart, he turned slightly to meet Kunlun’s gaze and almost drew back from the intensity in his eyes.

“I,” he began, but had no words to follow. Words felt inadequate to express what was happening inside him, to describe how his heart was aching with desire, with want, with… With love, he suddenly realised. He had never loved anyone before, aside from his brother, and the stories others told always felt – lacking. But now, oh, now he understood, and was terrified. Love wasn't meant for soldiers, wasn't meant for war. Love was for quiet evenings and hearth fires and flower fields. Not for a battlefield, where every moment could be your last. Love was for others, for another life.

His realisation had left him frozen in Kunlun’s half embrace, and so he startled when he suddenly felt a hand on his cheek. With wide eyes he stared at the other who removed his hand as if he had burned himself.

“Are you alright,” Kunlun began, carefully withdrawing his arm from Shen Wei’s shoulders. “No,” Shen Wei blurted out and Kunlun froze half-way, looking at him questioningly. “I mean,” he inhaled shakily, “I am alright. Just…” He faltered, mouth and throat dry, unable to voice his desires. Kunlun seemed to understand anyway, because he brought his arm back to Shen Wei’s shoulders and smiled softly at him.

They sat in silence for a while, Shen Wei feeling every point of connection between them like a firework, shooting up flares through his body. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and tried again.

“Kunlun.”

The other hummed softly, but otherwise stayed quiet.

“I… I want…” He trailed off, unsure what to say. He wanted Kunlun to tighten his grip around his shoulders, wanted to bury his face in the crook of the other’s neck, wanted to bite his shoulder and soothe it with his tongue, wanted to breathe in Kunlun’s scent and listen to his breathing. He wanted, wanted, wanted Kunlun with an intensity that scared him, and couldn't say any of it.

When he stayed miserably silent, Kunlun prompted: “What do you want?”

“You,” Shen Wei blurted out. “I want you. I… I don't know… I…” He broke off, looking helplessly at the other, expecting him to recoil, or at least draw back a little. But Kunlun looked at him with so much emotion in his eyes that his breath caught. Without another word, Kunlun leaned in and softly, gently, carefully, pressed his lips to Shen Wei’s.

Shen Wei couldn't quite suppress a low moan and let himself fall into the kiss. He hadn't done anything like this with anyone, but Kunlun carefully guided him, coaxed him into opening his mouth, licked slowly over his bottom lip, let their tongues meet. His hand came up to cup Shen Wei’s face, a thumb stroking feather-light over his cheek bone.

When they parted for breath, Kunlun regarded him for a moment, his hand still resting on his cheek.

“I,” he began, sounding slightly breathless, then swallowed. “I want you too, you know. Just… I couldn't…” He broke off, leaning in to capture Shen Wei’s lips in another hungry kiss.

Shen Wei let his eyes fall close, feeling as if something inside him had just clicked into place.

[spookybreadstick]

Hey!!!! I was wondering if you could write a scenario for Toby confessing to his s/o 😳👉👈 - dancing parrot 🐦🎶🐦🎶

Okay so I wasn’t quite sure where I wanted to go with this, I had so many ideas it was hard to choose so I kind of meshed two of my favorite ideas into one lol. I hope it’s okay, it’s my longest (I’m pretty sure anyway) little scenario yet and I’m nervous/excited to post it. I personally think it’s kinda cute but uh let me know guys 😅 I also had it be Toby confessing that he has a crush on the reader, and for the purposes of this scenario the reader is female (I tried, but it’s harder than I thought to write gender neutral scenarios) 

NOTE: I am trying out different ways to incorporate Toby’s tics into the writing, because I think it is an important part of his character and I want to honor that while having it be respectful and also easier to read. I put his tics in * * so that it is easier to see when he’s having a verbal tic because otherwise it can look a lil funky. Let me know if this was an okay way to go about it, I’m still learning! 

🪓 Toby Confesses To His (Female) S/O  🪓

"Dude, stop star-staring. You're making it weird." Toby whispered to BEN, who was currently staring intently at you from a distance.

"How do you think I'm gonna help you if I don't know what I'm doing?" BEN barely glanced at Toby, who was fidgeting nervously beside him.

After a couple of seconds, BEN turned to Toby. "I don't know, dude. I need to see you guys in action."

"What does that mean?" Toby asked.

"Just go over and talk. Act natural. I need to see the vibe between you two." BEN said, nudging Toby towards you despite his whispers of protest.

Seeing Toby walk slowly towards you, you turned and greeted him. "Hey, Toby. What are you doing?"

"Uh, nothing. Just, uh, j-just walking..? He trailed off uncertainly.

You didn't seem to mind his awkward behavior, and continued to chat with him for another minute or two. Well, it was more like you were chatting at him rather than with him. Toby was just standing there uncomfortably, as he tried to will all of his tics away for a few minutes. It's hard when he's nervous and trying to make himself look good in front of you. Suddenly, you were being pulled away by one of the other pastas who wanted your opinion on something. Toby watched you leave the room, waving goodbye as you went.

"Dude. That was literally the worst thing I've ever seen." BEN appeared beside Toby, laughing.

"Knock *knock who's there?* knock it off." Toby gave him a slight shove.

"I can't help you if you're gonna be a dweeb about it." BEN shrugged.

"I'm not being a dweeb!" Toby cried indignantly.

"Okay, sure." BEN rolled his eyes.

"So?" Toby asked eagerly.

"So, what?"

"So, does she like me too?"

"I mean, she must like you at least a little. You were standing there like a goober, and she didn't care."

"BEN!"

"I'm sorry, but that was some classic comedy material right there. I could have made, like, a dozen jokes about the whole thing. All I'm saying is, she didn't take a golden opportunity to make fun of you, so maybe you do stand a chance after all."

"Okay, well, are you gonna help me *hide the body* help me win her over or what?" Toby crossed his arms.

"Nah. It's too much fun to watch you make a fool out of yourself." BEN grinned.

"Dude, seriously?"

"Look, I may be a man of talent, but I can't pass my flirt skills on to you. They'd just go to waste, man."

"Thanks a lot." Toby huffed.

"The best advice I can give you is to just relax, man. Just chill out, and don't act like you have rigor mortis. The whole time she was talking to you, you were rooted to the spot and your limbs were all tight. Don't do that. Just be loose and let it happen, you know?"

"Do you think I should tell her how I feel?" Toby asked timidly, shifting his weight from side to side. He really did like you. And he didn't always get so nervous around you, he reasoned to himself. He was better in groups, at least, when some of the attention was off of him.

"I don't know." BEN shrugged.

"You're talking about Y/N, right?" Hoodie asked, stepping into the room.

"Jesus, man, you scared the shit out of me!" BEN yelped.

"Sorry. Toby, do you have a crush on Y/N?"

"No! Why would you think *clink clink clink* that?"  

"You're pretty obvious about your feelings, Toby."

"D-do you think she knows?" Toby asked, dread crawling through his body. "I mean, it doesn't m-matter, it's not like I like her or anything, I just want to know." He added quickly, trying to cover his tracks.

"No, I don't think so." Hoodie replied, after a moment of thought.

"Why do you care?" BEN asked Hoodie, peering at him suspiciously.

Hoodie shrugged. "I don't care too much. Just figured Toby would want to know if she was dating somebody else. I mean, if he did like her." Hoodie cocked his head to the side, looking at Toby through his mask.

"W-what do you mean? She's dating somebody?" Toby's hand began to involuntarily rub at his neck.

"Not yet anyway. But I did hear that Jeff might ask her out." Hoodie said casually.

"Jeff? Tha-" BEN's words were quickly cut off by Hoodie smacking him in the side. Toby's mind was too preoccupied with visions of you and Jeff together, that he didn't notice.

"S-shit. Do... do you think she'd say y-yes?" Toby asked apprehensively.

"I don't know. But if you did have feelings for Y/N, which you say you don't, but if you did then you should probably tell her how you feel before Jeff does. Just in case." Hoodie said pointedly.

Toby nodded his head several times before yelling about how he had to do something (something totally unrelated) and then dashing out of the room.

~~

Toby ran down the lengths of the corridors, desperate to find you before Jeff could. His heart pinched to think of what would happen if you did decide to go out with Jeff. He couldn't bear it.

Toby was so lost in his thoughts that he narrowly missed running directly into Sally, who was wandering the halls as well.

"Sorry, Sally, I gotta go." Toby puffed, out of breath.

"Toby! You gotta come play with me!" Sally looked at him with eyes full of childish begging.

"Not now, Sal." Toby bounced impatiently, waiting for her to move.

"Toby Rogers, you come play with me right now!" Sally crossed her arms. "Or I'll tell Slendy that you were being mean to me."

Toby looked down at her in shock. "You wouldn't."

Sally stuck her tongue out playfully. Toby sighed, then ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"Fine! *Fine wine, very fine wine* I-I'll go play with you. But it has to be quick, I'm really *busy bee* busy!" Toby pleaded.

"Okey-dokey!" Sally exclaimed happily, grabbing Toby's hand and pulling him along to her playroom.

~~

When Toby entered Sally's playroom, he was expecting to find the table set for tea, with various stuffed animals positioned into chairs and dressed in different colored tutus. That wasn't a surprise. What was an unexpected surprise, however, was finding you sitting in one of Sally's pink plastic chairs. Toby skidded to a stop, like a deer in headlights, taking in the sight of you perched in the tiny chair with a princess tiara on your head.

"Hi, Toby." You waved slightly. "Like the tiara?"

"Uh, yeah. It, um, it looks-it looks great." Toby stuttered out.

"We're going to play Princess Tea Time." Sally announced loudly, putting on a tiara of her own. 

"Y/N and I are going to be princesses, of course." Sally gestured to the matching tiaras.

"Tickles and Marmalade will be the Ladies-in-Waiting." Sally pointed to a pink bear and a blue triceratops. "Larry is going to be a knight, and my very romantic fiance." She gestured to a manatee.

"And Toby is going to be the prince from another kingdom that comes to tea!" Sally beamed.

Toby plastered a big fake smile on his face before Sally's game of play-pretend began.

~~

The three of you had been playing for a good twenty minutes, and Toby had been having a good time in spite of the circumstances. He had been enjoying himself enough to have forgotten about the whole Jeff thing entirely. Sally was serving real cookies, and there was fruit punch in the pink teapot. Sally is an excellent little actress, and she had adopted an over-the-top British accent to go with her whole "diva princess madly in love with the lowly knight" vibe that she had going. Toby found himself relaxing as time went on, and he found his ability to actually converse like a normal person. He had even made a few jokes that you'd laughed at.

However, Sally decided it was high time to raise the stakes of her little game.

"Prince Toby, what just fell out of your pocket?" Sally asked, pointing to a spot of nothing on the floor. She leaned over to pick up nothing off the floor, then pretended to 'read' whatever it was. She gasped dramatically, hands over her heart.

"Prince Toby! This letter states your love for Princess Y/N!" Sally exclaimed. "And just when were you going to confess to my dear sister?"

"I-I-um, I-" Toby stuttered, unable to think of how to play along. This was becoming too close for comfort.

"It's true?!" Sally gasped dramatically once more, ignoring Toby's failed acting attempt. "Good heavens! Sister, what do you think?"

"I... I don't know, dear sister. What ever should I do?" You asked Sally, half-playing along.

"Well, we have to determine if Prince Toby's love for you is true." Sally turned to Toby excitedly. He stared at her blankly in return. 

"Well? Go on, tell her how you feel." Sally urged.

Toby looked at you and suddenly words starting coming out of his mouth that seemed to stumble right from his heart. "I don't know how to act when I'm around you, because you make me so nervous. You're the most amazing person I've ever met in my life. You're like... like a goddess to me. You're so beautiful, and kind, and you're always so nice to me of all people, and I really wanted to tell you this before, especially since there's other guys that want your heart, but I was scared of what you'd say..." Toby trailed off, heart racing. "I, uh, that's how the prince, I mean me, that's how I feel about you. Princess Y/N." Toby tripped over his words, trying to act like it was all part of the game.

"Now that was romantic." Sally sighed happily.

~~

The game ended shortly after that, due to Slender calling Sally downstairs so she could watch some cartoons that she liked, which was a good thing since Toby could hardly bring himself to look you in the eyes. He worried that you had read between the lines and realized that his words were actually true. Sally had just skipped out of the room when Toby stood and faced you. You stood as well, plucking your tiara from your head and fiddling with it.

"That was a pretty intense game." You half-laughed after several beats of awkward silence.

"Y-yeah, it was." Toby looked at the ground.

"Sally's got quite the imagination."

"Yeah. *Yeah, yeah*"

"You do too."

"What?"

"I mean, coming up with that whole thing about how the prince feels about the princess? That was pretty creative."

"Oh, yeah... about that..." Toby trailed off. "S-sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything."

"No, no, it's fine. You were just playing the part." You smiled to try to put his obvious nerves at ease.

"But-but I wasn't." Toby looked you in the eyes.

"You weren't?"

"No, I..." Toby drew in a deep breath. "I really like you."

"In what way?" You asked, half in a whisper.

"That-that way. The-the lovey kind of way?" Toby half-whispered back, unsure of your reaction.  

"Really?" Your eyes brightened with hope.

"I like you so much and I really want to be your-your....your prince." Toby looked down at his hands, before glancing back at you. "If-if you want me to. I get it if you d-don't like me..."

"No!" You cut him off. "I like you, too."

"In that same way?" Toby glanced at you hopefully.

"Yes. In that same lovey kind of way." You repeated his words with a smile on your face.

Toby's entire face lit up with joy as he pulled you in close for a hug and maybe a kiss.

~~

"Guess things worked out for old Toby after all." BEN mentioned to Hoodie after the two of you announced to the mansion later that day that you were together.

"I guess they did." Hoodie commented. 

"What about the whole Jeff thing, though? He never mentioned anything to me, and I'm his best friend, and then you practically body-slammed me earlier when I was talking about it." BEN turned to face Hoodie.

"Oh, I made that all up." Hoodie said casually taking a sip of the drink he was holding.

"What? Dude, why?" BEN shook his head in confusion.

"Because," Hoodie began as he looked across the room at the happy new couple, "he would never have told her otherwise if I didn't give him just a little push."  

[miraculousholder]

We Belong Together ~ Chapter 1

Hey! Just wanted to say that I finally posted my second Miraculous Ladybug fanfic and I am so excited for you all to read it! Will be updated on here and on AO3 :)

We Belong Together - AO3

Summary: It has been years since Marinette Dupain-Cheng last saw Adrien Agreste when he broke her heart. Since then she has moved on and continues to pursue her dreams in becoming a renowned fashion designer. Adrien hasn't forgotten the girl who had stolen his heart, but never got the chance to see her after graduation. But when he decides to secretly have a career in singing and has an underground band, that's when he spots Marinette. The girl who got away in the crowd. Can they both see what went wrong in the past to make it right? Or will they ignore their feelings and completely move on?

Marinette Dupain-Cheng sighs in relief when she finished up her sketches for her senior project. While she still had to make the garnet, it was much easier than designing it. Putting it all together was the fun and best part.

She checks her phone, realizing she had a few missed texts from her friends and one missed call from Alya. Checking the time, Alya should be out from her own class so she decided to call back her best friend.

After a few rings, Alya answered. “Hey girl! By time you answered one of us.”

Marinette chuckles. “Sorry about that. I finally came up with a great concept for my senior project and I had to finish it before the ideas left my head. But I’m finally done with the first part.”

“Oh great! So we’re going out tonight?”

“I did not say that!”

“Girl come on! We’re seniors in college and not once do I ever recall you going out to the clubs or getting drinks with us. While I respect you for committing to the internships and your classes, it’s high time you let loose and have some fun. You won’t be twenty one forever you know?”

Marinette knew that her best friend was right. Her goal was to always become a fashion designer and while she loved what she did, it was definitely time consuming. It was a miracle she even still had friends who understood her busy schedule and made their plans based on her availability.

“I mean, I don’t have classes tomorrow so I guess I can afford to stay up-“

“Yes!” Alya yells and Marinette jumped from her friends loud voice. “Okay, sorry! I’ll text you the details and wear something...with a rockstar vibe.”

“Rockstar vibe?” Marinette questioned. “Are we going to a Jagged Stone concert?”

“Oh you’ll see.” Is all Alya said before she hung up.

Marinette was confused but decided not to question it any further or else she would regret accepting the invitation.

XX

A few hours later, nightfall had fallen over Paris. Marinette ate some dinner since she knew that if Alya and the girls were coming over, there would be some pre-gaming happening before they left to whatever place they had in mind.

Her small pet dog, Tikki, laid comfortably on her Ladybug bed in the living room. Marinette walks over and leaves out a bowl of food for Tikki and refilled her water bowl as well. Tikki already ate but it was just in case she came home late and didn’t wake up on time the next morning to feed her dog.

The door bell rings and Tikki lifts up her head upon smelling familiar people nearby. Marinette puts her dirty dishes in the sink and walks over to open the door.

Alya, Juleka, Rose, and Mylene walk in. All of them wearing concert attire but matched it to their personalities.

“Wow you girls look great!” Marinette exclaims, closing the door.

“And you look good, Marinette.” Says Rose. “I love the jacket.”

“Oh this old thing?” She tugs on her jacket. “It’s just something I’ve had in high school.”

Alya walks over to Marinette’s secret stash of liquor, as Mylene plays with Tikki.

“How’s Ivan?” Marinette asked Mylene.

Mylene smiles when her boyfriends name was mentioned. “He’s doing great! You’ll actually see him tonight.”

“Oh? Is he going to meet us there?” Marinette wonders and before Mylene can reply, Alya hands her a shot glass and she walks over to join everyone by the counter.

Marinette chuckles. “Okay can one of you tell me what we’re doing tonight?”

“Underground concert,” says Alya and hands her a glass. “Nino told me about this band he has been producing songs for and he invited us to go check out them out. Apparently they’re really popular in the alternative scene.”

“Oh sounds like fun.” Marinette and the girls surround her countertop and take a shot. The liquid burning her throat a little but she ignores the feeling.

Rose nods excitedly. “It will be! Alya told me that some of the band members went to school with us!”

Now Marinette was even more curious. “Like who?”

Alya clears her throat. “Lets not ruin the surprise!” She says and changes the subject. “Mari, are you still seeing the guy from the visual arts department?” Mylene asks Marinette.

Marinette has been going out with a boy from the visual arts department as of recent. While she enjoys his company, she isn’t really into him. It just didn’t feel right, but she hasn’t had the chance to tell him they were better off as friends.

“I am but we’re not official,” she assures her friends. “I’m not really looking for anything serious anyways.”

“So if a guy comes up to you and asks you to go home with him, you’ll take it?” Alya wonders and Marinette thinks about it.

“I’ll consider it.”

Alya accepted her answer and they took one last shot before leaving to the club.

XX

The club was in a weird place in the city that was populated with sleazy clubs and teenagers who looked for a good time where they shouldn’t be looking.

The girls go through a dark alley and Alya reads the instructions that her mystery man gave her. She stands in front of a black door and knocks four times.

A minute passes and the door opens, revealing a huge bodyguard wearing a white mask.

“Alya?” He questioned.

Alya nods. “Yup! Carapace told me to come through the back for VIP.”

The bodyguard looks at the girls, stepping aside to let them in. They each held one another’s hand so they wouldn’t lose each other as they entered.

The place smelled like cigarettes and hard liquor, a smell that Marinette wasn’t to fond of but can tolerate. They make it to a small section of the upper floor that had a great viewing of the whole dance floor and stage. The girls sat down and Alya ordered them all a round of drinks.

“Carapace? I thought it was Nino who invited us?” Rose asks Alya.

Alya shakes her head. “No it’s just a nickname that they go by here. You see, majority of these artists are undercover celebrities who like to play music by their own terms or just like to escape the crazy world that they live in. So they make up an alternative identity so they can party or rock out without worrying about the paparazzi.”

“Wait, then how will you know which one is Nino?” Marinette asks. While the concept was cool, she wasn’t sure if she would like to hide her identity from the people she was close to. Unless she really need to.

Alya shows her a picture of Nino wearing a green mask. She then shows the others and they start to be on the look out for him.

“Well I hope he passes by so we can thank him for this cool VIP experience.” Rose says excitedly. “And it’s been awhile since I’ve seen him so we have to catch up.”

Marinette smiles and their drinks arrive. They give a quick cheers before they start drinking.

After twenty minutes of talking and joking around with one another, the lights in their section went down and so did the ones on the stage. The crowd yells out in excitement and the girls get closer to the recliner to watch the show.

Marinette can see a group of boys walk out to the stage and the start of the guitar. The lights turned back on and everyone went crazy over the band on stage.

She can see the name of the band written on the drums, Cataclysm.

What an unusual name, she tells herself as the lead singer begins to sing. He was a fantastic singer and Marinette closes her eyes as she vibes with the loud music playing.

Her friends were clearly enjoying themselves and were maybe a little bit too loud compared to the other attendees who were watching the show in the first floor. She followed along with her friends, also dancing and laughing.

Marinette looked down again at the stage, the band finishing up their first song. The lights were finally on the lead singer and when her eyes stared directly at him, she froze.

XX

(An hour before the show)

Chat Noir, or Adrien Agreste as his most of his close friends and family knew him by, fixing up his black eyeliner and mask. His bandmates were doing the same or sitting on the couch before it was time for them to go up.

Nino comes in and was beaming with excitement.

“What’s up with you?” Jared asks, fixing the strings of his guitar.

“Oh nothing just that Alya and the girls are finally coming to check out the band!” Nino announced.

“Yeah, Mylene texted me that she was here.” Ivan brought up.

Kim was stretching. “Any of them single?”

“Kim, these are our friends from school. Besides aren’t you still seeing Ondine?” Max brings up.

Kim shrugs. “It’s complicated.”

“Actually there is one girl who is single.” Nino answers Kim’s question. “Maybe big shot over here can finally get his first girlfriend.” He points at Adrien who was resting comfortably on the couch.

Adrien opens one eye and looks at Nino. “I can get a girlfriend if I wanted to.” He closes his eyes again and stretches his arms out as he sat up. “But I told you. If I’m getting a girlfriend I want them to fall for me, not Adrien Agreste.”

While he loved his life as the son of famous renowned fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste, it came with consequences.

The main one would be how he made friends. While he was home schooled for a good portion of his early childhood, he was able to attend a real school when he turned fourteen. It was a private school, but to him it was something. But based on how people treated him, he knew he was getting a weird taste of privilege that he didn’t want.

It started with how guys would want to come over only to his place and never bothered to invite him to theirs. Sure his father was strict, but he would’ve allowed it as long as it didn’t interfere with his studies. But no his friends at the time wouldn’t bother.

Then every holiday his locker would be packed with constant love letters or presents girls would leave for him. Not to be rude he accepted the small tokens of appreciation but he never liked it.

He hated this and when he would meet up with his friend Chloe, she convinced him to transfer to her school. It was closer to his place and not as crowded as his private school.

“I mean you’ll still be surrounded by peasants, but you’ll be with me Adrikins!”

And after one long and difficult hour of convincing his father, he agreed to let him transfer to College Francoise Dupont. There he met probably his closet friends and met the love of his life...

“Adrien? Oh Adrien,” Nino says his name in a song like tune. “Time for the show, let’s go.”

Adrien gets up and grabs his guitar. “Let’s do this guys!”

His friends chuckle and they do their backstage circle before they get on stage. While they usually start off the show with one of their classics, they decided to start slow before playing their more hardcore stuff.

As Adrien, he never could be on stage with people constantly watching his every move and wonder how he will fuck up his family name. But as Chat Noir, he belonged to no one. He wasn’t the son of a famous fashion designer. He wouldn’t be in the tabloids the next day. No instead he got to play till his hearts content and go home.

That was until he looked up at the balcony where a group of girls were cheering them on.

And that’s when he spotted her. Even though his eyes were slightly blinded by the bright lights, he can still see her raven black hair that can be mistaken for a dark blue. She blue bell eyes that he can stare at all day. There was only one girl who can ever have him in a trance such as this.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The girl who stole his heart and the one who will forever be known as his first love.

He continued to sing into the microphone, not removing his eyes from her. “Just another day started out like any other. Just another girl who took my breath away.” He sang, continuing on with his performance. The crowd loved it, girls getting closer to the stage to get his and the others attention.

But Adrien can only stare at one girl.

The one who got away.

[kinghoranshit]

Tell Me A Lie (NH) Ch 6

Word count: 1997

Warnings: swearing, minor assault 

The following day was spent mostly indoors. Niall had more writing to do and it gave me the opportunity to finish editing. That was until Niall insisted we go out to take photos. He took us to all the popular spots, including the angel wings, and honestly it was fun. Very cliche, but fun. 

He had a few people recognize him and ask for a photo. That was a bit bizarre. He was so nonchalant about it though. 

After we got back, I went upstairs to lay down. I definitely needed time to recoup before going out again; especially if the crowds were going to be large. Clubs in Iowa aren’t necessarily wild, they could be but not in the way I assumed LA was. And the college I went to, Wartburg, was in the small town of Waverly which only had a couple bars and only one allowed under the drinking age kids. I didn’t really party until my final year when I’d realized I hadn’t experienced that part of college and it led to some terrible relationships.

Granted, I knew that life wasn’t always rainbows and butterflies; Wartburg wasn’t my first choice. It induced a lot of my anxiety nowadays, despite having it before it all went down. I could be negative about it, but it made me stronger in a way. 

I rolled over onto my back and pinched the bridge of my nose. The frontal headache was slowly showing itself. I found my pill pocket and dragged my feet to the bathroom to use water from the sink. Then I rifled through my clothes to find my black elastic harness, white boxy tee, dusty blue satin skirt, ripped sheer tights, and black oxfords. I switched out the outfits before I somewhat settled on a focus on redoing my hair and makeup; I left it down, straightened it quickly and created a couple small braid strands, and did a darker ombre on my lids with winged liner. 

“Holy… shite,” Niall breathed as he waltzed into the room wearing a blue suede trouser and jacket set with a white crew and brown boots. 

I took a step back from the body mirror and turned around to observe what he was wearing. “How did we manage to match but not match at the same time?”

“It’s the blues for sure,” he replied. 

“Right.” I turned back around to assess myself once more, deciding whether or not I needed any last touches. Niall came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso. His head rested on my shoulder. 

“You look great, Kelly.”

“Would it be cheesy to get a mirror couple selfie? The fans would eat that up.” 

His laugh vibrated against my back. “Use my phone.” 

Niall held his phone out, keeping one arm around my torso. I stuck with a normal smile, that was before he surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. My expression scrunched up as my body curled inward. I couldn’t stop the giggles at the ideas that crossed my mind. 

“Hold on, crouch down by my legs. I’m gonna take a fit pic and pretend I don’t see you.” 

He had a hard time keeping a straight face, but we managed to get a couple good shots. “I know what I’m posting.”

Niall smiled as he flipped through his. “Me too.”

A minute later, there were Twitter and Instagram notifications from him. I opened it up to see he had attached a normal picture of me smiling and then one of me scrunching up my face as he kissed my cheek. The caption was ‘A night out dancing with this beautiful woman . Don’t get many of these lately . Love you babe <3”. 

There goes the flutter in my chest again. Fuck. I mentally cleared my throat and moved my slightly shaky finger to like each post, then replied with “Love you too Nialler <3 <3”. As we slipped out into the night, I created my own posts. I chose one where Niall was looking right up at me and captioned it “Tonight’s fit feat. Niall. You’re my number one admirer. I love you always <3”.

I threw my phone into the temporary black, mini crossbody; I’d also thrown my wallet in it. If I’d worn jeans, I would’ve just put them in my pockets. My sight traveled to the blurred lights outside the window of our Uber’s car. There was definitely a vibe here; I could see why people loved to live here. 

“What’s the first place we’re going to?” 

“It’s a standard nightclub. Nothing over the top.”

I nodded. “Alright.”

My jaw dropped when we finally got inside. If this was standard, then I don’t want to know what the bouche nightclubs were like. The dance floor was enormous, dancers had their own little stages sporadically around it. I had to force myself to not stare at the beautiful women covered in glitter. I noted the bills in their straps. Maybe I’ll leave a tip for one of them at some point. Niall pulled us through the crowd of people and we stopped in front of the bar. 

“What do you want?”

“Sprite and apple pucker.”

He nodded and faced the bartender again. I tried to not let the loud music overwhelm my mind. Niall lightly touched my arm and I looked back at him, in a small daze from observing the place, and everything and everyone in it. I sort of felt out of place; like I wasn’t really there. The feeling was too familiar, and I didn’t like it. 

He set a clear square glass in my hand. I gave him a small smile and took a sip of it. The bubble popped on the top of my throat while the alcohol burned down. Niall had a Guinness in hand and took a swig of it. 

I took a few more sips of the jolly rancher drink, observing once again, and I kept close to Niall. His presence, and sweet drink, made me feel somewhat better.  

We found a nearby table to chill at for a bit. Let the alcohol soak in. I’d eventually gone to get refills for us. My eyes landed on one of the blonde dancers and she looked directly back at me. She smiled, turned to me, and reached a hand out. 

“Dance with me!” she yelled. 

I looked at her slightly dazed.

“Go on,” Niall encouraged.  

I tried to not cough on my own spit. “Y-you’ll be fine for a few?”

“Of course. Go!”

I handed him my clutch, then let the dancer guide me up onto the platform floor. I swayed back and forth slowly, letting myself get lost. I recognized the next song, Tumblr Girls by G-Eazy feat. Christoph Anderson, and got giddy. I allowed myself to sync deeper with the music. My hips swayed more, and I brought my arms above my head. 

The dancer closed in even more, resting hands on my hips, and grinded on one of my legs. 

“You’ve got some moves! What’s your name?” 

I flushed. “Lauren, and you too. You?”

“I’m Flora! Is that your boyfriend?”

“N-” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Yeah!” 

She laughed. “Well, he seems to be enjoying this.”

Heat ran deeper in my cheeks and I glanced over my shoulder to see Niall watching. He had his elbow resting on the table, hand under his chin. His beer bottle hovered over his privates. 

I bit my lip, laughing under my breath. “I gotta admit, I’m having fun too.” 

After a couple more songs, I decided it was time to get off the stage. No one else seemed to be getting invited by the dancers to join them up there, so it was awkward now. I grabbed a ten out of my wallet and handed it to her. 

“You are absolutely stunning Flora. Thanks for the fun!” 

Flora kissed my cheek, then winked. “You too, babe.” 

“That didn’t break any rules, right?” I took deep breaths to calm my high. I wanted to keep dancing for sure. Just not on show for everyone else. 

He shrugged. “I won’t tell. Come on, I want a turn.” He reached his hand out and I smirked. 

The music pace changed to something by ILLENIUM. I started to bounce with the rest of the crowd and did dumb arm movements. Niall busted a laugh, following my pattern. A few songs later, I had the urge to pee. It was immense. 

I gestured towards where I remember seeing a restroom sign. “Gotta use the girls’ room. Be right back.” 

I hurried into one of the stalls and relieved myself. I washed my hands and looked into the mirror, just as a girl who looked to be about a year or two older than me came out of a stall. 

She looked at me deviously. “You look familiar.” 

“Don’t we all in these places?” I laughed, slightly nervous. 

“Yes, but no, you look familiar for a different reason.”

“I’m sure I do.” I busied myself with drying my hands. Then I exited without saying another word. 

On my way back, a stranger touched my butt then pulled me into their chest to grind. “Shake that ass for me.

Without really thinking, I batted the hand away and turned around to throw a smack. “Fuck off!”

The guy glared. “What the hell, bitch?” 

“You touched my body without consent! You’re the bitch!” 

“Whatever,” he scoffed. “Your loss, baby! I got a date to get back to anyway!” 

I didn’t bother giving a proper response. By the look on his face, I knew I wasn’t the only one who would give him shit for violating boundaries. 

“What was the crack with that fella?” Niall asked, gesturing in the direction I came from. 

“Nothing.” I shrugged. 

He shot me a look. “You look pretty flustered, Kelly. Everything alright?”

“Yeah, can we just go home though? I-I’m tired.”

“Of course, yeah.”

Niall’s hand found mine. On our way out, the same guy glanced in our direction as he grinded with a different girl. A smirk spread on his lips, his hands tightening on her hips. There was a phantom feeling and I swallowed. I subtly ran my free shaky hand over the back of my skirt and looked away.

The night air was much cooler now compared to the inside of that club. We paused momentarily so Niall could call for another Uber. Niall wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine. A few minutes later, a Rover pulled up to the side and Niall approached to confirm it was for us. Then we both got in. 

Niall’s hand didn’t let go of mine until we were back in the house. I couldn’t lie, I was grateful for it. I let go though. 

“Wanna watch a movie?” he asked. 

I nodded. “I’m gonna get pjs on first.”

I couldn’t look at him before I left to go upstairs. I went for my oversized tee and floral shorts, and paused momentarily in the middle of the room. Finally, my feet moved toward the living room. 

Niall was propped on the couch with a blanket and when he saw me, he opened it up for me to snuggle into. He enveloped me in his arms before he hit play on the movie he chose. My brain wasn’t registering much of it. I focused on the warmth of Niall. The sturdiness of his body. He was a firm base. 

“That guy touched my butt and grinded on me without consent. I don’t really want to talk about it, but I also don’t want to brush it off.”

He tightened his arms around me, snuggling his face closer to mine. “I’m sorry that guys are so shite. You didn’t deserve that.”

I subtly shrugged, then whispered, “At least I’ve got you.”

I could hear him smile. “Always, Kelly.”

We both fell silent again and returned to the movie. 

Next part: Ch 7 (to come...)

[Masterlist]

[monsters-and-magic]

rules/guidelines

About the Mun

Sam or Spider 30+ year old artist Timezone UTC-05:00

Pronouns: Ey/Em, He/Him, She/Her, basically whatever

I’m horrible at spelling and mess up words sometimes, I try and proofread and spell check before posting, but if you see a glaring mistake or something doesn’t make sense, let me know and I’ll fix it.

My Muses

This is a multi muse blog for villainous or morally grey characters. My muses will do things I don’t agree with in real life, mun =/= muse.

The general vibe on this blog besides villainous is magical. Very modern fantasy vibe. If you don’t specify a muse I’ll usually default to Jimmy Douglas (human smoke elementalist), Asim Sobki (ancient crocodile monster), or Rossie Drake (Faerie Queen) depending of what seems more fitting.

Following/Unfollowing

I’m Semi-Selective: I will rp with most fandoms and ocs and love cross-fandom and AUs. I prefer compatible writing styles however, and for bios and rules to be available. I’m also not huge into weird formatting and prefer standard writing formats but I’m fairly flexible.

Not Mutual Exclusive: even if I don’t follow you, feel open to message me or send in asks. Especially if you’re a side blog.

I don’t mind personals following me just DO NOT reblog threads you’re not involved in. Please!

Basic Rules

No Godmodding

No Smut with minors

I’m extremely selective about smut in general, don’t expect it to happen. Currently I have all of 4 people I’m willing to write smut with.

Always respect your partners, we all have lives

Take your time, don’t rush threads, and IRL is more important than RP

I tag basic things such as “tw: blood” but if you need something specific tagged let me know, I’m happy to do so. Also while I will try and tag everything, mind the general trigger warnings on this blog as smoking, drug use, drinking, and general violence will feature heavily.

Formatting and Posts

I always try and match length but my preferred is single or multi paragraph, sometimes I am very extra and write novella length. I have icons for a few muses but I’m not super into icon style rp and many don’t have icons at all.

My ooc posts will be under the tag “out of magic (ooc)” and are mostly life updates and me rambling about my muses.

Shipping

Romantic shipping is extremely selective but I’m very open to platonic or family relationships.

Activity Level

Too keep myself from burning out I run most of my replies through my queue and post 1-2 a day. If I’m really feeling a thread I may tag it directly but this will be a case by case and day by day thing. Generally assume the thread will be queued. I keep all of my current threads tracked, so feel free to check a threads status, I mark it when it goes into the queue.

Other Places to Find Me: @god-touched-monsters​ and @ourendlessrebirth​ (side blog), @silver-spider-art is my personal blog

Thank You so much for taking the time to read this! ♥

last updated 8/2/2021

[ckret2]

I cannot believe I found a person who is a fan of both Godzilla and Hazbin Hotel. And is also a fanfic writer. I've been bouncing around the idea of a crossover fic between those two for quite some time, and there's a lot of fun stuff I can do with it... But something that worries me is the potential power gap between the Titans and overlords. Do you think Godzilla would potentially stand a chance against someone at Alastor's power level?

Ohhhhohoho, do it. Do it.

Also boy I hope you wanted a long reply cuz you got one. Tumblr is in a mood to delete my read mores tonight (I TRIED to put one in!) so apologies for the dash stretcher.

I think that, at this point, we know so little about the Hazbin characters' full power sets that you can say just about anything you want about how they'd fare against each other, and as long as you make up appropriate rules? You're golden.

Do you want Godzilla to be able to curb stomp Alastor? Then say that the reason Alastor is so powerful in hell is because in life he directly caused so many deaths—but then that means that Godzilla, flattener of Tokyo, is automatically a thousand times stronger than Alastor in hell. Or, say that 100% of Alastor's powers are dependent on having access to a specific free AM radio frequency that carries his ~magic~, and say that one of the forms of radiation Godzilla gives off just so happens to match that frequency, completely negating his power.

Or you want Alastor to be able to defeat Godzilla but only with extreme difficulty? Then say Alastor can still use that frequency but only from a safe zone of like 50 miles away, so he can only use less effective long range attacks. Or say that the frequency only happens when Godzilla uses his atomic breath, so usually Alastor can use his magic but every single time Godzilla counterattacks it kills all the magic he's got going and he has to restart it all once the breath is over. Or say that he slowly and difficultly learns to broadcast his magic across another frequency that saps his energy twice as fast but isn't blocked by Godzilla.

Or do you want them on roughly equal footing? Then say that Alastor has all the powers we see in canon—he can teleport, call up specters, giant thorny vines, tentacles pits—BUT say that even though his power is magical, all of the things he summons are non-magical, just normal objects and monsters, and let Godzilla duke it out with shadowy tentacles the same way he'd duke it out with any other kaiju. Then the fight is about which happens first: does Godzilla run out of energy or does Alastor's army run out of monsters to summon? Or maybe Alastor's army is infinite but he's the one at risk of running out of magical energy while Godzilla is looking for him to stomp on. Or maybe the monsters Alastor summons are strong enough kaiju they could take Godzilla down, but Godzilla slips into a portal into their dimension and is trying to survive long enough to destroy whatever magic-radio-tower-or-whatever lets Alastor summon them from there.

Or do you want Alastor to curb stomp Godzilla? Have him summon Cthulhu to break Godzilla's neck with his tentacles and also drive half of hell insane. Or have his magic just go pure off-the-walls overpowered and have him teleport Godzilla's guts to a parallel dimension. Whatever. We don't know that Alastor's powers can do that—but we don't know that they can't, so it's up to you to decide whether you wanna say gut teleportation is possible or impossible or possible-but-only-if-Alastor-does-a-long-draining-ritual-first-and-he-only-has-one-shot-to-get-it-right.

And there are a thousand other factors you can play with to manipulate power levels. Like:

- Is Godzilla in Hazbin's version of hell, and if so does he get new mutations/powers the way the dead humans all do—and do those powers help him? Or are they in the living world, and if so does that increase or decrease Alastor's powers? Do they bounce back and forth between the living and dead worlds? Are they in some third new setting with new rules?

- Does this Godzilla have one of the canon backstories (whether that be old school Gojira '54 backstory or newer monsterverse backstory or something else) or is it a new version of Godzilla made for a Hazbin AU, and if it's a new Godzilla, might he have a new method of creation that impacts his power levels? Did Sir Pentious accidentally make him while experimenting with nuclear weapons near a swamp in hell? Did Sir Pent INTENTIONALLY make him? Is Godzilla a demigod sent from heaven to assist with the latest extermination and therefore imbued with angel-level powers as well as Godzilla's usual skill sets? Can Godzilla only be killed by angel weapons too?

- Do either of them have allies? Does Alastor mind-control Ghidorah and Gigan via radio waves to help him out? Do Mothra's god rays disintegrate sinners just like an angel weapon does, and force Alastor to hide while she's swooping around? Does Vox with his electricity control decide to give Godzilla a power line power boost just to spite Alastor? Are any of Godzilla's mortal victims in hell, and do they jump in the fight—and are they as useless as soldiers in Godzilla movies usually are, or have their experiences and post-mortem mutations given them an advantage? Or does Godzilla command or get commanded by a legion of souls, with some GMK-ish vibes? Do higher-order hellborn demons like Stolas get involved? Or angels? Or Lucifer? On which side?

And all questions of their power levels aside—you can always change the advantage in battle in an instant by having Godzilla trip over a bridge, or by having someone hire I.M.P. to infiltrate Alastor's control room and attempt to shoot him in the head and distract him from running the fight.

The important question isn't "does Godzilla stand a chance against Alastor's power?" It's "how do you want the story to go?" Who do you want to win, and how difficult do you want the win to be? And is there anything specific you want to see happen before that victory? (Do you wanna destroy a city? Do you want people to freak out about Godzilla until Alastor steps up to fight him and then they go "oh the Radio Demon's worse actually" and start rooting for Godzilla? Or vice verse? Do you wanna end it with friendship instead of a one-sided victory? Do you want a specific symbolic/moral message? Do you want a romance subplot?)

First you figure out the basic plot you want. Then you fudge around the sci-fi & fantasy worldbuilding however you need to in order to ensure that their powers and abilities facilitate the kind of story you want to tell. Even staying firmly within the limits of canon, there's always room to make up a "previously undiscovered" detail of biology or rule of magic, or to develop a new headcanon about how their respective abilities and biologies uniquely interact with each other. The power levels of the characters never need to control the plotline—and never should control the plotline, because what's most important is telling an interesting story. Everything else is subservient to that. Tweak how their abilities work until they serve that interesting story.

Once you know how you need the story to go and how you're going to manipulate their powers to make that happen, you've just got to introduce that early on and stay consistent. The earlier you present it in the story, the more it looks like a part of the plot rather than a detail you made up specifically to make the plot go the way you want it to. If you want Godzilla to negate Alastor's powers via radio frequency, then have Alastor start hearing white noise and getting a migraine and losing control of his powers and wondering wtf is happening while Godzilla is still out at sea slowly swimming toward land. If you want Alastor to slaughter Godzilla with some eldritch Lovecraftian monstrosity, then have him say as soon as they hear about Godzilla approaching "well, I've got a friend who could kill him in a second!!" and have every single person in hell from Moxxie all the way up to Lucifer go "DO NOT DO THAT" and have the plot be them trying to beat Godzilla and trying to persuade Alastor NOT to unleash Cthulhu while he rolls his eyes and slowly loses patience.

Foreshadow early—make sure readers have a rough estimate early of what factors are going to affect the characters' odds against each other in battle before the battle even begins. The exception, of course, are any plot elements you want to be a surprise, but you at least have to have them make sense with canon and with the worldbuilding you've already done in the fic.

[morlock-holmes]

I think that the segregation that exists between men and women means that often we don’t understand what messages the other gender is actually receiving and how they internalize those messages.

I saw this post on my dash, apparently there’s a scene in Captain Marvel where she smacks an obnoxious guy and steals his motorcycle. And the OP was like, “This is obviously a power fantasy for women, and it’s crazy, because that just flew over the heads of the men who criticize it. They’re so distanced they can’t even understand why women would have a fantasy of being that powerful!”

I’m not replying to that thread because I haven’t seen Captain Marvel, but I have seen some of the criticism, and that doesn’t really match what I’ve seen. Rather, I’ve seen people treating that scene and criticizing it the exact way that similar male power fantasies have been criticized.

The subtext of all the criticisms I’ve seen is, “If one of my favorite characters did exactly this you wouldn’t be calling it an harmless power fantasy, you’d be calling it a proto-fascist example of toxic masculinity, so you know what? Sauce for the gander is sauce for the goose. If theses are the rules we’re playing by, we’re actually going to play by those rules.”

People have always criticized male pop culture power fantasies. Roger Ebert was calling characters like Billy Jack and Dirty Harry fascist back when those movies came out, nearly 50 years ago.

Superheroes in specific have definitely not been immune to criticism, and it’s only really in the last 15 years or so, with the popularity of the MCU that the general pop culture vibe has become, “Yeah, obviously we’re all into superheroes, duh?” Prior to that, the dominant cultural vibe was that they were juvenile power fantasies for children who were too stupid to know better or adults whose development was stunted. The 20th century had more than one outright broadside against superheroes: Frederic Wertham’s Seduction of The Innocent whipped up enough anti-comic book sentiment to change the face of the genre, and the explosion of super-hero cartoons in the late 60s created enough backlash from concerned parents and busybodies to squelch superhero cartoons for about a decade after.

Even in recent times, the rise of the MCU has coincided with the adoption on the part of a lot of fandom communities of a social justice style of media criticism, which has stood ready to criticize the political undertones of various male power fantasies, and particularly is likely to be, um, let’s say, unsympathetic to those fantasies that specifically involve a male character visiting extreme, over the top consequences to characters who are annoying or dismissive but otherwise harmless.

Men, and I think particularly the kind of men who want to criticize Captain Marvel in this particular way, do not actually live in a world where their own power fantasies are just uncomplicatedly accepted, but rather a world where “Hey, I’m super into Batman/Dirty Harry/Fight Club/Rick and Morty” is a statement that always has to be made with the expectation that said statement will be directly challenged and must come with a defense of some sort to justify itself.

On the flip side, when I was a little boy, I was actually very jealous of girls around me, because the 90s were full of messages about how girls could do anything they wanted, and if a girl wanted to do a “boy” thing, that was awesome and empowering and good and everybody should support them, and there was no such message in boys media. Nobody was really bothering to say that it was okay for boys to be girly back then, which I definitely was.

What I have learned since, from listening to and talking with women who grew up around then, is how those pervasive mass media messages of girl power were undermined, often very, very effectively, by peers and local adults, in ways that I never saw because those were generally personal interactions that were never expressed to me because I wasn’t a girl.

[spriterpt]

Hey Liss, I really want to start a small horror group rp but I never ever done one on Tumblr and I'm scared of messing up. Could you give me some advice? Is running a group rp on tumblr too stressful?

First of all, I’m so sorry for the late reply!

The biggest factor in how challenging it will be to run a group is how much time you have to put into it. That’s not to say that if you go to school or work full-time you can’t run one, but if you don’t have much time to commit to being online, it can be a lot to handle. That said, it’s incredibly rewarding to watch a roleplay thrive!

The two most important parts of your group are going to be your plot and your graphics. I wish the second wasn’t the case, but how your roleplay (and your promo graphic) looks is a huge deal when it comes to drawing people in. Roleplays with ‘basic’ graphics, sadly, often find it difficult to gain any traction in the community. If you’re not great with graphics, you may want to consider getting a co-admin who is, or contacting RPHs who do those types of services. That said, a solid plot or location is what will make people stay. Your roleplay will need to be either plot-driven or character-driven. A plot-driven roleplay is going to be harder to keep up with, as you’ll have to provide lots of events and plot drops to keep the ball rolling. Character-driven roleplays can often take a little longer to set up, as you really want to make your location come to life by providing a history and places around town for people to set their interactions, but require less upkeep as the members create their own plots. For a horror group, chances are it’s going to be a little more plot-driven.

Setting up your blog can be one of the more stressful parts of running your own group. You want to make sure everything looks good, all of the writing is error-free, and the page is properly organized so viewers can find what they’re looking for. Below is a list of important pages your page should include and my advice for them.

NAVIGATION: It’s very, very important that your navigation be properly laid out. People aren’t going to want to join a roleplay if they can’t easily find everything they need to do so. Most roleplays divide their navigation into two sections–before applying and after acceptance. The first should include your plot, rules, characters, taken/banned face claims, wanted connections, and application. It should also include any other information you’d want people to know going into it, like locations around your town. The second should include your checklist, blogroll, trigger list, and OOC masterlist.

PLOT: This should be at the top of your navigation page and, ideally, directly linked from your home page. It shouldn’t be too long or too short, just a few paragraphs. Your paragraphs also shouldn’t be too lengthy–large blocks of text can turn people away. 

RULES: The most important rules are as follows. Activity–most roleplays have an activity limit of 5 or 6 days. This allows members to balance RP with real life while still preventing too much inactivity on the dash. Characters–the number of characters you can have, the age requirements for characters/face claims if you have one, and whether characters can be on a multi-muse account or should have separate blogs. Drama/inclusivity–there should always be a zero tolerance policy for OOC drama, and rules in place to promote inclusivity such as requiring that members reply to at least 3 starters before posting their own.

CHARACTERS: This is where keeping up with a roleplay can start to get tricky. There are two types of RPs you may choose to go with–bio or appless. If it’s a bio roleplay, you need to make a graphic for and post the biography of every character. If it’s appless, you need to make sure that each time you get a new character, you update your character page. Either way, you’ll also need to keep on top of your taken face claims page. Many admins choose not to post a bio or add a character to their page until they’ve received the account for that character.

WANTED CONNECTIONS: This isn’t required, per se, but can inspire more people to join your roleplay. You should have a form for your members to fill out, and they’ll send in their wanted connections. That’s another thing to keep up with–you’ll have to put all of these on your WC page as well as remove taken connections, or edit connections that have 1 out of 2 or more muses taken (think bandmates, or multiple siblings).

APPLICATION: Your application should include, at the very least, the character’s name, age, gender AND pronouns, and face claim. Most choose to add positive and negative personality traits to their app. If it’s a bio roleplay, you’ll need to request a biography, either by simply stating ‘bio here’, or by dividing it up into sections. For instance, you can split it up into background, present, and personality, and include a paragraph or word requirement for each section if you’d like. 

CHECKLIST: This should be the first thing in your ‘after acceptance’ section and should include everything your new member has to do after being accepted. This should include getting their account in within 24 hours, following everyone on the blogroll, tracking your tags, looking at your trigger list and sending in any triggers they’d like added, sending in wanted connections, asking for the OOC blog/Discord link, posting an intro for their character, and finally posting their first interaction. Speaking of tags to track–yours should include tags for character intros, starters, events, tasks, admin notes, and new blogs to follow.

TRIGGER LIST: Some basic triggers you should include: sexual assault, suicide/self-harm, eating disorders, blood, drugs, death, abortion, violence. You should also ask that your members send in any personal triggers that they’d like added, and this should always always always be kept confidential.

OOC MASTERLIST: You may choose to only include OOC information on your character page, but an OOC masterlist can be helpful when it comes to plotting. This lists each member’s name and which characters they play, and often includes other OOC info such as age, timezone, and pronouns. This way when plotting with someone, members can immediately see all of the characters the person they’re plotting with plays.

As mentioned before, graphics and theme are also very important. Your theme should be neat, organized, but ‘pretty’. Almost all themes are going to involve at least one graphic. The color scheme of your graphic(s) should closely match that of your theme so that everything looks coherent. If there’s more than one graphic, they should look nice together without being repeats of each other. You’ll also need to create a promo graphic to post in the tags. Note that you should create a sideblog to post your promo graphics, rather than flooding your main page with them. Your promo doesn’t have to look quite as similar as the others, since they won’t be shown side-by-side, but should still give off the same ‘vibe’. You’ll want to make sure to double-check all of the writing on your page for errors, click on all of your links to see that they’re working properly, and go through your navigation from the point of view of a potential member.

The next part is being a good admin. You should be able to get on almost every single day, even just for long enough to post something in the tags and empty your inbox. Admin activity is crucial to group activity. As soon as members see the activity of the main die down, they start to decline in activity or find other groups. 

There are three key elements to promoting your roleplay. The first is through your promo sideblog and promo graphics. You should be posting these often enough that they regularly show up in the tags without being too overbearing. You’ll have to check the tags you choose and use some trial and error to figure out how often that is. {Remember that your post will only show up in the first five tags you put down.) The second is posts on your main. You can let viewers know a little about your roleplay, let them know you’re going to be around for a while, or just include a tidbit about your day. The same rules apply for how often to post these as with your promo graphics. The third element is requesting shoutouts from RPHs. This gets your RP back into the tags without having to put yet another post on the main, as well as gets news of your RP around the RPH community. Remember to always read the RPH’s rules, be polite (please and thank you), and use their name if it’s on the blog. You only have a certain amount of characters for your shoutouts, so make them count. Keeping on top of all three of these things can be difficult, but is incredibly important to running a successful roleplay. You need to make sure you have time to do this on top of your other admin duties. I’ve always found it easiest to take care of all of my other admin things first, then dedicate a chunk of time solely to promotion.

Keeping the main up-to-date is one of the most important things you’ll have to do. This includes your character page/biographies, taken face claims list, triggers list, wanted connections, OOC masterlist, and one more thing we haven’t mentioned yet. Something Tumblr has been doing lately is eating posts in the tags. That means even though you have a tag dedicated to your group’s starters, most of them won’t show up in the tag. As an admin, it’s your responsibility to keep track of all of the starters in your group and get them out to your members another way. Some groups choose to compile a list on their page, while others choose to creat a sideblog and reblog all of the starters there. Either way, this is very, very important to making sure all of your members are included. As an admin, I prefer to take things one ask at a time. New account comes in? Post the follow, add the character, add the face claim, onto the next one. Wanted connection? Put it on the WC page, post a new wanted connection on the main, onto the next one. I find that this makes it easier to keep track of everything than getting everything out of the inbox and then trying to go back through it all. 

Because there’s so much to do, you may want to consider getting one or more co-admins to help you. At least to me, it seems like most RPs have around 3 admins. It is possible to run one yourself, but you can always try on your own and ask for co-admins if you’re having trouble. You want to make sure you stay on good terms with your co-admins and consult them about updates, events, and plot drops.

Speaking of events and plot drops, that’s another thing you’ll have to take care of. Plot drops and events keep the RP alive, and if you find that the RP’s activity is a little low, something like that can help. You don’t have to do it super often, but a few days every month or so dedicated to an event can be really fun. With a horror RP, you may also want to have plot drops here and there.

You’ll also have to deal with any problems that arise in your RP. If someone comes to you with a concern about another member, you’ll have to use your critical thinking and problem-solving skills to determine exactly what’s going on and what action you should take. If you notice that someone is only writing with one or two other people, you’ll need to address it to them directly. This part can definitely be stressful and nerve-wracking, but it’s an important part of being an admin. 

One way to see how you can improve your RP is to ask RPHs for their opinions. The trick is you actually have to listen to them. If you’re repeatedly being told that your graphics need work, consider getting some help with them. If they point out a broken link or typo, you’ll need to fix it. Another way to improve is to check out other RPs! You definitely should not lift anything directly from another RP, but it can help you get a feel for how everything should be set up and what types of themes and graphics are ‘in’ right now.

I’m going to end this with a link to this amazing masterlist from rpthemehelper that includes multiple posts on every topic you could need help with. I’m sorry that this was probably way more than you were expecting to read, but I hope it helped some!

[cross-roads-blues]

Deep Inside Your Mind/ ch.3

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Notes: Third chapter here! Dean spends a restless night, while a shocking discovery awaits Sam and Cas in the forest of Maine.

Warnings: Mentions of torture.

Summary:  While on a usual hunt, Dean Winchester is hit by something. While Dean recovers, he can’t remember neither Castiel, who’s been harboring feelings for Dean for over 5 years, nor Sam Winchester, his brother, who is 💔 by such turn of events. Can Cas and Sam reverse the damage, while battling their inner demons?

Chapter: 3/?

Word Count: 5282/?

Chapter Title: Death Valley Nights

It was sometime close to midnight in Dallas Municipal Hospital and Dean was lying in hospital bed and was confused so much that he wasn't sure what he was confused about. He had absolutely no idea who he was and having no anchors in his memory, no people, no places, no names felt terrifyingly empty.

“My name is Dean Winchester…” he muttered to himself in the dark. Dean… He liked his name. Winchester, like the rifle. A badass surname, he thought to himself. I hope I lead a badass life to match my surname, thought Dean.

“I have a brother named Sam.” Sam was nice. He gave off a warm vibe, even though he didn't look okay much when Dean met him. Dean noted heavy scent of beer around Sam, dark circles under his eyes and his unkempt slightly dirty hair. The guy wasn't living the best life lately, thought Dean and wondered whether it was because of him. Dean focused and tried to remember anything about Sam. Sam said he was his brother and that they lived together in Kansas, so they must be close. There must be something he could remember about his brother. However, memories never did come back. Just a void.

Dean then thought about Castiel. “Castiel… it's in Enochian and Castiel is my close friend,” quietly said Dean to himself. Dean thought about Castiel's voice. It was something in that hoarse, gruff voice that was giving him chills. There was something about Cas, something that Dean couldn’t quite pinpoint, and that something was making Dean feel weird, almost like he was a part of something bigger.

Dean then tried again to remember anything from his life. His birthday, his address, his phone number, but nothing came to mind. And then, just as Dean was giving up on recalling information from his past, he remembered one thing. He remembered pain. Pain encompassing his entire body, pain like a thousand needles stabbing him in every inch of his skin, pain like being torn apart from inside out. And he remembered seeing a flash in this pain, a flash of summer sky blue, a flash so bright that it was blinding. And there was a billion of voices all wailing: some crying in horror and some in relief.And after that pain ceased and so did everything else and the next thing he remembered was choking.

“Mr Bohnam! Mr Bohnam!” Dean was snapped out of his memory by a high-pitched voice of the nurse. He blinked a couple of times to adjust to the lamp the nurse had turned on and focused on the nurse’s face.

“What?..” he muttered.

The nurse gave him a concerned look. “You were screaming. Did you have a nightmare?”

Dean gazed around himself and dropped himself back on the pillow. “Must be. I thought it was a memory from my life, but I can’t imagine where I could’ve experienced such a thing.”

The nurse sat on his bed. Her face got inside the radius of light from the lamp and Dean finally got a good look at her. She was very pretty, blonde hair arranged in a neat braid, gun metal grey eyes and puckered pink lips. “Well, what did you remember?” she asked him in a melodic voice.

Dean furrowed his brows. “I remembered pain... just endless pain. And then I remembered a flash… and after that pain stopped, but I couldn’t breathe for some reason.”

The nurse smiled. “Must be just a nightmare. Rest well, Mr Bohnam.”

Dean glanced at the nurse name tag. “Please… Jamie, call me De- Mick,” corrected he himself, remembering that Sam told him to use a fake name for some reason.

“Okay, Mick.” Jamie the nurse turned off the lights and went towards the door. “I’ll check on you in the morning. Good night.” She closed the door behind her, letting the room fall in darkness once again.

Dean followed the advice of the nurse and closed his eyes, fully intending to sleep, but he kept playing through his nightmare/memory in his head. There was something about the flash that didn’t let him fall asleep. And finally he got it. Just before he fell into uneasy slumber, he realized that he saw somebody’s light blue eyes in that flash.

The motel room Sam was staying was quite busy at the time Dean was trying to sleep at the hospital. Books and notes were lying on every flat surface with both Sam and Castiel engulfed in research. No sound was heard except rustling pages, tapping on the keyboard and a song playing on Sam’s phone. “Hell of a memory is a heaven of pain...” Melodic voice of Albert Bouchard was flowing from the speakers, bringing at least some harmony to the room.

“Got it!” Sam leaned back from his laptop and victoriously pointed at the screen. He proceeded to read from the screen, “My biggest surprise was when I found a grave with old bones in the forest. There were two skeletons. I wanted to take them to the museum, but then it was getting dark and I became scared and ran away. I wanted to show them to my dad, but I never could find the place again. ”

“What was that?” Castiel raised his head from the book he was studying.

“That, Cas, was a response to a writing prompt for homework by a 7-year-old boy from two years ago posted on the website of Blue Hill Elementary School. Blue Hill is a town in Maine. Cas, please tell me that you didn’t just dump the bodies where you killed them in the middle of the forest?”

Castiel furrowed his brows and gave Sam a ‘guilty-as-charged’ look, but kept silent. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, then dropped his head on the keyboard. The laptop squeaked as Sam said in muffled voice, “You did, didn’t you?”

Castiel shrugged. “I killed them! They were dead!” he said hoarsely.

Sam raised his head. “Well, now they are alive and kicking and knocking out memories of my brother. Great job.”

“They were dead, Sam! I am a celestial being, I know how to kill other… beings!” said Cas in a raised voice.

“Anyway, it’s worth checking out. Give me 15 minutes to pack a bag and zap us to Blue Hill. We’ll need to find that grave and see whether the skeletons are still there.” Sam glanced at the clock. 2.55 am. With a quick movement he reached for another can of no-milk no-sugar coffee, opened it and gulped it down in one go.

“Sam,” said the angel in a cautious voice, watching Sam throw the empty coffee can into the rubbish bin, where around 10 similar ones were already lying, “I don’t believe that’s healthy. You should get some sleep. Plus it’s night, we could benefit from sunlight in our search-”

Sam interrupted him, “It’s June, the sun will be up by 4 am. Cas, I want my brother back. I’ll sleep once he remembers me. Wheels up in 15.” With these words Sam stumbled into the bathroom and shut the door.

In 20 minutes two figures appeared on the very edge of Blue Hill. In twenty meters from them the forest, magnificent gigantic trees merging together in one ginormous pile of dark green leaves. Sam shivered and zipped up his beige jacket.

“What are you waiting for?” He glanced at Cas, “Let’s go. The kid’s essay says his parents don’t allow him to go far into the forest, so it’s probably on a very edge, so searching shouldn’t take long.”

“Won’t be necessary.” Castiel squinted at the trees. “Now that I am here, I remember where we battled. I’ll lead the way.” The angel stomped towards the tree line.

Sam shrugged and followed him, keeping a meter distance. Castiel seemed unusually tense and on the edge, and while Sam was guessing it was because of Dean’s situation, the angel still concerned him.

Ten minutes in, Cas broke the silence. “I think we’re here.”

“Are you sure?” said Sam, walking faster to catch up with the angel. Castiel didn’t reply but just nodded in the direction in front of him. And then Sam saw it as well. The trees were knocked over by some force and they were lying on the ground, pointing outside of the circle. Sam took out his gun and motioned to Cas to follow him to the epicentre of the force. As they slowly and carefully moved towards the centre, Sam took note of their surroundings. In the radius of 50 meters from a centre, all trees were knocked over and they formed a circle, their roots, which were torn out of the ground pointed towards the centre.

“Seems like bad mojo,” whispered Sam, to no reply from Cas.

And in the centre there it was. An empty hole in the ground.

”Seems like our shaman pals are up and kicking,” commented Sam, examining the grave site. “Maybe they reincarnated themselves.”

“That’s no reincarnation,” said Cas, gazing up at the fallen trees and the gray sky. He knelt and took a handful of dirt from the improvised grave and stared at it intensely, rubbing together his fingers. Finally he let go of the dirt, wiped his hand on the back of his trench coat and looked directly at Sam, the menacing light back in his eyes. “They were raised. By an angel.”

[chapter 4]