#OKAY this time. This time I might not abandon it

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Aster: Okay, okay.. I’m thinking - dangerous, I know - but bear with me! What ifffff you try and record yourself then play it back to me? It might like, break the ice or something..? … Aster: Woah.. it’s cool to hear your voice, but you could’ve said more! Did you panic? Did it work? [Robin shrugged apologetically; he hadn’t really known what to say, and it hadn’t worked] … Aster: Okay, ummmm-.. oh! What if I leave the room and you just talk to yourself? I’ll come back in without telling you and “accidentally” hear you! [Robin’s nose wrinkled as he shook his head, though he couldn’t exactly explain why that wouldn’t work and Aster had already decided to run off excitedly] [Robin diligently repeated the word “Hi” a few times before Aster ran back up the stairs with mounting impatience, giving Robin’s silly little brain more than enough time to abandon ship; all he managed was a pathetic, strangled hissing noise as the H of the measly word hi, died a death in his throat] Aster: Hah, I get enough of that from Sally. [Robin snorted, laughing along with Aster briefly-.. though the deafening silence soon returned] Aster: Ugh! This is so frustrating; I can’t imagine how you feel. [Robin shrugged casually, fairly accustomed to his special flaw by now. He wasn’t sure he’d ever understand why people took his mutism so personally, or made it their mission to make him speak. Why was everyone so convinced he had anything interesting to say?] … [Robin’s mind wandered as the night wore on…] [The more he thought about it, the more he wondered if he and Aster would even have anythi-…] Robin: Ow! What the fuck?! Aster: Oh! Ohh! [Robin’s eyes watered as he fervently rubbed his throbbing shin] Aster: Did it work?! [Robin whimpered dramatically, unable to resist the perfect opportunity for a prank] Aster: Shit, I’m sorry-.. I don’t know why I thought that’d work! Are you okay? [Robin couldn’t help but snicker as Aster fussed over his leg-.. Wren had kicked him harder in her sleep] Aster: Oh, you dick! It worked, didn’t it?! Robin: Amazingly… Aster: OH MY GOD! Robin: [laughs] Shh, shhhh! Joelle: [muffled yelling] Will you two be quiet or go to bed already?! It’s 4AM!

[kiryoutann]

i wanted to rant about simon.

what do you think so far like what are your actual headcanons for the canon simon vs this simon from this series?

my feelings about the actual simon is quite vague. i've read far more fanfictions than bothering with the actual material so my picture of his is not really...constant? idk

but with this simon, he scares me. just to think about people that can engage in such romantic and sensual acts with little to no feeling involved.

or the mc's father. her dad makes me feel such an anger and injustice that i don't know how to express it and i know we probably won't get a satisfying update on him.

you don't like your wife fine i could understand the distance between them, but how can somebody forget their child no matter if they share the same blood or not, after all the time he raised her

leaving all that behind just to start a whole new life. how can that not eat somebody alive

OHH this is actually a good question. honestly for me, simon is probably one of the hardest character to write about because he doesn't give away too much. too calm. too know-it-all.

we're just gonna talk about the romance aspects!

but based on my head-canon of the canon simon, he has those younger years where he avoids romance, but not this actively and aggressively. it's more because he has too much on his plate (anger management issues, PTSD, depression) than because he think he's not good enough for some happiness (but he also doesn't expect/hope for it.)

canon younger (probably 6-7 years after he killed Roba) Simon lives his life without the need for things to turn out in certain ways. as he gets older (yes, the 2022/2023 ghost) and better mentally, he's become a little more open to the idea, though.

he's still not actively seeking romance, settling on one-nightstands and things that don't require any strings attached. however, he's not completely closed off to the idea too. if he has someone he likes AND TRUST (this is already a high wall to get over), he might act on it. but again, not really actively pursuing it and knows he doesn't need it.

and this might come as a surprise, but he's actually the biggest flirt out there—well, at least when it's only the two of you. when in front of his taskforce, he goes back to acting like he's the calm, collected, cool, stoic, scary lieutenant that everyone knows. can't have you ruin his reputation, right?

"it's private but not secret," with him. though it's not loud PDA, sometimes he lets his hands linger in places like your waist, your hips, shoulders. his love language is act of service, gift giving, physical touch—he makes sure to always appreciate you with compliments and love affirmations, but he's never really a man who's big on words.

WHILE THIS SIMON, hmmm.. he's a bit more complicated. and a mess. at some point, you can think of him as the younger version of canon simon we just talked about to simplify it, but even that's not really accurate considering the different ways they handle "all that sappy stuff" (as simon would say). this one actively and AGGRESIVELY avoids romance.

and while they both (my ver. of canon simon and this simon) sort to flings and one-nightstands, the canon simon is more careful and actually follows the boundaries he draws himself. while this simon outlines the boundaries, follows his rules until an interesting bird enters his orbit, violates them, and destroys them himself before he goes around saying "you read that wrong, darling."

NOW, ABOUT THE FATHER. . .

RIGHT! in my opinion, it's better for them to get a divorce actually and Dad still plays a role in MC's life rather than just leaving her. like, i know it'll still hurt the MC but, at least she can still have both of her parents even though in different houses! at least she doesn't have to feel neglected in her childhood.

okay, you hate someone you thought you would love forever, but abandoning your child? whose very existence was created because of you? talk about the Dad will come up in the sequel. hell, he'll even make an appearance with his two ballet loving new daughters. imagine how MC will feel.

sadly, this happens a lot in real life. fathers leaving and starting a new life without thinking about his "old" family. how people shame single mothers but never the absent fathers. people shame many women who have "daddy issues" or call them "fatherless" yet never call out men's incapability of being a real, PRESENT father.

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 123 (Struggling Through 💕Love Day💕)

Conrad left Rafa at the abandoned shipwreck and made his way to the docks before he called Heather. "Thank the Watcher, you're okay!" she cried when the picture connected. "The precinct said the wifi in Sulani's terrible and to wait until morning, but I couldn't sleep last night."

"I slept a lot longer than I planned," he lamented.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

He smiled. "I ran into some trouble but I'm fine. I'll tell you all about it when I get home but everything's okay. Well, not everything...I found George and his wife in their villa."

"Why did they go silent?"

"The exact reason you'd think. (Especially if you're @changingplumbob and @matchalovertrait!) Now I've got another murder to solve."

Heather sighed. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"It's fine. I'm just at the docks waiting for the jetty to take me to the airport. I sent some evidence home with the bodies and I'll have to meet them on the other side."

"What happens to everything in town that George had his hands in now that he's gone?"

Conrad shrugged. "I guess we're about to find out."

"I'm glad you're okay. You're really all I want for Love Day, you know. Oh! Ash made tissue paper flowers for someone at school. He says he's not sure who he'll give them to, but I think he might have made them for Scotti Holiday. Maybe his teacher."

Conrad laughed. "Is it terrible to say I hope he gives them to his teacher?"

"Mmhmm. I like Summer and Travis, but she's..." Scotti Holiday was a nine-year-old mean girl, but Heather didn't want to speak ill of a kid and changed the subject. "The kids both made cards for you."

"I'm trying to get home before Love Day's over. I love you so much."

"I love you, too."

Heather hung up and found Lavender in the living room playing with Gord and a purple toy. "Drago rawrrrrr!" she cried, letting the winged creature dance on the end of Gord's nose.

The beautiful Bernese barked and played along, happily wagging his tail. Heather smiled. "Are you ready to head to daycare, Lavender?"

"I like home!" she cried, but she never protested too long and rarely threw a tantrum.

Heather helped her toddler into her outerwear as she locked up the house, and three-year-old Lavender glanced at her dog. "Watch house, Go-dee! See lay-doe."

The romantic spirit of Love Day filled the air at the clinic, as unflirty Heather witnessed her vet techs, Kaori and Rico, struggle to hide their new affections. Even while he mopped up after sick pets.

The radio was playing nothing but love songs, and Heather retreated to the bathroom for a moment of peace. Conrad was fine, she reminded herself. He might even make it home before the end of Love Day. But now that George Brindleton was dead, the town he held together might be about to split apart at the seams. She was worried for it.

The restroom's garish wallpaper didn't calm her nerves, and as she grabbed a glass of water she dreamed of the swatches her architect in Evergreen Harbour had sent over through the winter. Spring was coming soon, and then she'd have a clinic remodel to worry about, too.

While Heather stressed her way through Love Day, Ash left school on Deadgrass Isle. He was full of chocolates handed out by his teacher and feeling energetic, jumping down the steps two at a time. He'd held on to his tissue paper flowers all day, unsure who to give them to until the end of school bell.

Heading toward the docks, he noticed an old man sitting alone on a bench overlooking the wild waves of the sea. Ash had seen him before, but he wasn't supposed to talk to strangers.

They made eye contact, and the old man looked surprised when Ash threw up his hand in a wave. He seemed like a nice enough man to talk to, and Deadgrass Isle was crowded with people at this time of day.

His friends, Arron Kalani and Scotti Holiday, headed toward the ferry to the mainland. "Ash, are you coming?"

"I'll take the next boat, I'm okay!" he said. "That old man looks lonely over there."

Scotti looked behind him in confusion. "What old man? You're kinda strange sometimes, Ash Landgraab."

Undeterred, Ash walked the path to say hello, dragging a heavy backpack full of books for extra credit behind him. Maybe the old man was the right person to give his paper flowers.

"Hello, sir. Are you alone out here?" Ash set down his bag, which immediately started to pick up big crystals of snow from the isle's notoriously heavy snowfall.

Ben looked at the child, startled and uncomfortable. He'd never been good around children, and his years as a ghost on an island populated with a school hadn't changed anything.

"Y-you can see me?" ->

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WCIF: Main image created with Canva's free Vintage Blank Notes Instagram Story template. Something a little bit different to mark the holiday but also their distance apart. It also pays tribute to Ash's paper flowers which I wasn't sure how to recreate in game (they're from a pop up which dictated this scene and the next episode!)

When Valentine's Day rolls around, or before then, I'll make it up to Conther for having to deal with murder investigations for my plot instead of having a nice lil' Love Day together. Maybe we'll even get another event I can play with!

[inubaki]

The New Butler

-more of a random story rant idea-

okay! Not so random story idea. This ball was rolling by the amazing @helluvahazbins’s! The link of their drawing below! Please check them out, they are glowing with ideas!

This story is the classic Adam falls after his murder, but with the Beauty and the Beast twist. To get back into Heaven by a certain amount of time or else his soul will crumple into the dust he was made from. His form takes the image of his greatest sin during the battle, one resembling Razzle (whom we’ll take as one created without sin even by Lucifer’s hands. As they were created by the true love he held for daughter. A father’s love that Adam had long forgotten.)

He must remember and understand the humanity he lost. The person he once was on earth. And to aid him on his quest, they take away his ability to talk.

The story starts off with Charlie finding him and missing her goatly friend, she enthusiastically takes him in. He will fight this with all his might and a little bit of Charlie’s abandonment and trauma keeps a quick grip on him. Lucifer, having made Razzle and Dazzle from toys, is both suspicious and confused by this similar look alike. But he makes Charlie happy, dispute the hissing, so allows it. Dazzle is thrilled by this and is desperate to make friends while Adam is trying not to die by the other guests giving him odd looks. And Charlie whom wants to dress him up.

To summarize the rest is; Adam starts to adopt and finds himself guiltily finding sympathy for the residents. Observing their struggles and finding himself caught in some of their weaker moments. Allowing Angel to hold him during a panic attack. Playing cards with Husk. Backing up Vaggie in her ‘sergeant’ exercises for the group. Helping Dazzle, the quiet voice of mourning. And most of all, Charlie as she fails to suppress her emotions from the life long feeling of abandonment. Along side Lucifer’s failure to communicate. Bulling Lucifer with bites, head butts and even stealing his things, without words trying to convey what Lucifer needs to hear. And through his own lectures, he begins to remember his own family and his own human life. Worse. He remembers how much he misses them.

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that’s the basic idea!! Again!! The idea was heavily influenced by @helluvahazbins!

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Don’t know how I’ll go about making it. I’m not that good at writing, especially at long stories. But I adore the idea. The endgame being Adam and Lucifer of course. Old man dad couples for the win. As well as a shout out to Adam’s original dragon goat design that Razzle and Dazzle inherited.

[alexa-fika]

First off i love all of you one piece fics. I just recently got into the fandom again and i found you fics and they are just amazing

I wanted to request whitebeard crew x teen reader

This js kinda based of my cat, so here's the backstory, we originally had 2 cats until recently when my mom brought back a "stray", really cuddly cat and we all loved it, unfortunately later it turned out that this stray was already someone's cat so we gave it back, but while it was here one of the original cats was really jealous. Usually she hates being picked up except when it's me, but while the "stray" stayed with us she became really mean and not even I was allowed to pick her up

And I wanted to ask if you could write something similar to this, were the whitebeards maybe pick up another teen or just a new crewmate and the reader is kinda jealous/mean and scared the they might be replaced (abandonment issues) and maybe add one person they usually have a great relationship with but suddenly they completely avoid/ignore them and won't let anyone be near them.

I hope you can work with this, sorry for writing so much

Have a great day/night and know that you are amazing!! <3

First Envy (teen!Marco x winged!teen!reader)

A/N . Throwing a tantrum because I left the app to get a pic of young marco to share and tumblr deleted my progress. Anyhow something about young marco just tickles my fancy, he’s just such a goofy guy and even more lovable

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc characters both!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

“Come on, Dokucha! Join the party!” Vista called excitedly

“You can’t drink yet, but there are a lot of other things you can do; we have set up a lot of games since we have more kids around,” he prattled on, only to pause and wince at the glare the teen sent their way.

“Okay… I’ll leave you be then,” he muttered as he backed away from them and turned around, making a quick exit.

Dokucha sighed, watching from their place on the nest as the rest of the crew below them partied; what brought a scowl to the face, however, was the center of the celebration: their newest addition to the crew, Momonosoke.

They enviously observed as everyone fretted over him, ensuring he didn’t run anywhere dangerous or, God forbid, fall and start crying. Oh, the cries. Every time they cried, it was as if everything had to stop in order to check on him.

“If you stare any harder, Momo won’t survive-yoi!”

“Huh?” They snapped their head around at the sound only to see an empty space beside them rather than a person.

“Up Here-yoi!” Marco laughed as he called to the teen, his devil fruit activated as he used his wings to hold himself upside down in the air.

“Agh! Marco! I told you to stop doing that!” they called, scurrying back to make space between them.

“Haha! But your reactions are just the best-yoi!” he cackled, righting himself up and perching on the railings of the nest.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was lonely down there-yoi! I was missing my best mate!” he called jovially.

“Din’t seem that way, you seem to be just fine with the new people,” they sneered, taking hold of a rope and swinging themselves to an adjacent crow’s nest, their wings flapping on instinct behind them.

“You mean Momo? Well, it is refreshing to have new faces, not to mention that they are quite adorable!” he gushed, a small blush on his face as he did.

“Then, by all means, please go and spend your precious time with them.” They scoff, turning away from them, earning Marco a frown as he glided his way down, straight onto Whitebeard’s shoulder.

“Hey Pops! Something’s going on with Dokucha.”

“Hah, What do you mean?” he grumbled, looking up at his youngest

“Well, they are kind of snappy-yoi”

“They are always snappy, Marco,” he called with a roll of his eyes.

“Huh? No, they’re not. I mean, they aren’t a ray of sunshine, but they aren’t snappy, either. But now they seem to have been avoiding me. They seem to have been like this since Momo arrived,” he mused as a thought hit him.

“Are they jealous of the baby-yoi?!”

“Marco, you idiot!” he growled, bringing his fist down on the armrest of his chair, scaring Marco enough to make him jump off the older man’s shoulders.

“P-Pops?” he called as he took to hovering in front of the man.

“They’re scared!” he snapped.

“Of a baby?!” he cried.

“Listen Here, Marco, the kid has been here for a month. Do you remember where we rescued them from? How they were?! They were close to dying with their wings completely mangled! They are still trying to get used to the fact that not everyone out there is an abusive bastard that will sell them for some spare change!” Whitebeard barked

“T-They think we’re going to leave them?! But we aren’t! Can’t you talk to them, Pops?”

“That’s no good; they won’t listen to me,” he muttered as he tilted his tokkuri all the way, u,p, taking in every drop of the sake inside.

“What is that supposed to mean-yoi? Who would they listen if not you, Pops?” he asked as he flew closer to the man, his worry increasing as time went on.

“You! You Moron!” He boomed

“Me?!”

“Marco, I took them in, but they only trust you at this moment; they relate the most to you physically,” he started, gesturing to his avian features

“And you are the closest in age to them, too,” he finished. It was a small detail, seeing as the next youngest, Vista, was only 2 years older than Marco, standing at seventeen, but it seems that to the thirteen-year-old, this was a significant gap that his older sons were still unable to cross. However, he thought this to not be the defining factor, unlike the features that they both seem to share, Especially now when the teen found themselves in a stage where they had to re-learn everything that had to do with their wings as the appendages slowly grew back, as such they did the most reasonable thing and looked for the person who could guide them, Marco.

“I thought I told you to leave,” they snarled, hearing the flapping of wings behind them and the breeze of wind that came from them.

“You did-yoi.”

“You talked to the old man? He put you up to this?”

“Not really-yoi, he did made me realized you might be feeling lonely though!” he called flying In front of them, giving them no other option but to pay attention to the teen.

“You know we’re just excited for Momo to be here, right? We’re happy you’re here too,” he asked, getting excited as they hummed in response, knowing that they had caught their attention.

“You’re one of us, too,” he grinned, putting himself upside down once again.

“Besides! can’t imagine being without a flying buddy! t was starting to get on my nerves to be the only one able to do air scouting-yoi!” letting out a snicker as he noticed their bashful response at his honest words.

“I can’t really do much of that right now, though,” they muttered, glancing at their tiny stubby wings.

“You will, but you still won’t be able to beat me, so don’t get your hopes up,” he teased.

“As if! give it a few months, you will be eating those words!”

“You’re on-yoi.”

“Ha! I don’t need them to beat you now!” They smirked, taking hold of the ropes once again as they swung away, grabbing a hold of another rope as soon as their current one ran out, effectively gliding around the ship with little to no effort.

“You better not regret taking me on-yoi.” He called as he righted himself and propelled himself forward right after Dokucha.

“Ha! You show that prick, Dokucha! Someone has to put him in his place!” Fossa grinned as his crewmates joined in, cheers and whistles sounded across the Deck as the two avians traversed the ship, their own glee evident.

Look at this goofy guy

Was trying to find the one of him upside down but this will do. Also this fic just made me realized that Marco isin’t the oldest one in the crew :p I had thought he was older than the other commanders but theres like five older than him.

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[sapphires-and-silver-linings]

Half-Life | Chapter 5 Teaser

Here is a teaser for chapter 5. It has been like a year and a half since I last updated Half-Life, my god. My life has changed so much in that time (I graduated college, had health issues I'm still dealing with, struggled to find a job in my field so I'm now a nanny, had a breakup after being on and off for 6 years), but I was always going to come back to this story. If nothing major changes, once I finish this chapter, I will officially be halfway finished with this fic!

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Leon woke before you did, curled around Wolfie’s sleeping form. He stilled for a moment when he came to, the events of the previous night rushing back to him.

To ease his worry, he listened for Wolfie’s heartbeat to greet his keen ears. He let out a sigh of relief when the dog’s heart pattered strong and slow in his slumber, his rib cage expanding with a deep breath.

Leon then sat up, looking over to find you asleep on the couch in the same position he left you. You looked so peaceful, so serene. So beautiful.

Before he could stop himself, he crawled over to kneel next to your blanket-covered body and reached out his claws tentatively, stroking your hair that had fallen into your face. You stirred slightly but you didn’t wake, letting out a soft exhale. His palm remained where it laid upon the side of your head for a moment before he finally retracted it, knowing he was pushing his luck touching you like that.

He cringed when the memory of how he had gotten off to the thought of you came unbidden to his mind, a grimace forming on his monstrous face.

He didn’t deserve you, in any capacity, and that was more apparent now than ever after all you had done for him in the short time you’d been in his life.

For a moment, he considered what he might do if he were still human, if he had met you under normal circumstances—a world where he could ask you on a date, where he could kiss you freely, where he could give you even a fraction of what you’d given him.

He should’ve known better than to dwell on what-ifs. This was his reality: a lonely, miserable existence where he was this terrifying creature trapped within the confines of this abandoned village, and that was never going to change.

While still lost in his thoughts, you awoke, blinking at him to clear your bleary eyes.

“Hey…” you started, reaching out to touch his shoulder, the feeling of your warm hand soaking through the fabric of his shirt.

“Hey,” he replied, voice rough. “You sleep okay?”

“As well as anyone can on a sofa, I guess,” you responded with a quiet laugh. “Did you pass out on the floor?”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it.” Leon shrugged to dispel the sternness in your tone. “Besides, I wanted to be right next to Wolfie in case anything happened.”

Your expression seemed to soften at that, offering a small smile. “Makes sense. Hope you got some rest, at least. You needed it.”

Leon simply nodded in confirmation, silence falling over you as you both looked at Wolfie.

You got up slowly from the sofa, stretching out and popping your aching limbs as a yawn overtook you. “We should change his bandages soon.”

“Yeah, good idea,” he agreed distantly. You didn’t comment on his morose demeanor despite the furrow of your brows, and he was thankful.

The rest of the day was a quiet one, spent managing Wolfie’s injuries and cleaning up the mess made by the fiasco that was the previous night, mud and blood staining the floor and some of the furniture.

The rain returned as the sun began to set. You had both woken up well after noon due to your all-nighter, so there wasn’t much day left to be enjoyed anyway.

As you prepared yourself dinner, Leon ate the last of his fish and stirred a new fire in the hearth, the chill of yet another storm seeping into the room.

The relative silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. The both of you just simply had a lot on your minds.

However, you seemed to liven up after your meal, returning to your usual chipper self. Leon liked you better this way. You always managed to lift his spirits.

“So…” you drawled as the two of you sat beside each other on the sofa, heating up near the fire, “why don’t I read you something? You know, just to pass the time.”

Leon chuckled at that. “What did you have in mind? Not more of that crappy vampire novel, I hope.”

“Well, maybe I could read The Hunchback of Notre Dame? Oooh, or Frankenstein?” you teased him.

Leon rolled his eyes and scoffed in faux offense, the idea of you reading him tragic stories about monsters not appealing to him in the slightest. “Never mind, I’d rather stick to the stupid vampire book. Might actually lighten the mood.”

“Ah, you think teen angst is amusing, do you?” you replied with a playful grin as you retrieved the novel.

“Only when it’s this ridiculous.” He returned your grin, grateful to be out of his own head for a while.

You tucked your legs beneath you when you sat down once more, beginning to read aloud from where you last left off. Leon simply watched you from his periphery, appreciating the curve of your cheek, the slope of your nose, the way your mouth moved as you spoke. He realized then that you could have been reading a damn math textbook and he would be content to simply listen to your voice and rake his eyes over your plush form.

A couple hours had passed when you finally closed the book, setting it on the cushion beside you as you looked over at Leon.

“Thoughts?” you asked with an impish smirk.

“Still sucks,” came his blunt reply. “That Edward guy is a creep. Bella should be steering clear of him. Why anyone would think this is a cute love story is beyond me.”

You laughed, a tinkling sound that warmed him more than the rippling fire. “Aw, come on, Leon. Where’s your sense of romance?”

“Died off ten years ago, I imagine,” he scoffed, the sound rough and sharp.

He regretted his harsh, self-pitying quip when he glanced over at you, seeing the smile fall off your face, replaced with a remorseful expression.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“You don’t need to be sorry,” he interjected quickly, offering a wry grin. “Just a grouchy bastard these days.”

He felt relieved when your lips curved upwards once more, cursing himself internally for always ruining the moment with his wallowing, wondering how you could even put up with him.

“That does have me curious, though,” you started, looking almost sheepish. “Could I ask you a… personal question?”

“You can ask me whatever you want, I guess. Whether I answer is another thing altogether.” His eyes glinted playfully, though he braced for the inevitable discomfort of your probing.

“You said that you weren’t romantically involved with your friend Claire, right? But was there… someone else, maybe?”

Leon let out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head. “You want to know my dating history, do you?”

“Only if you’re willing to indulge me,” you responded, gnawing your bottom lip in embarrassment.

The sight of your teeth pressing into the soft flesh had him momentarily distracted, but he cleared his throat, looking away as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, you could say there was… someone. It wasn’t… fuck, how do I even explain it?” he grumbled to himself. “Her name was—is—Ada. The thing between us was intense, but it never went anywhere. We always seemed to be working on opposite sides. Makes things complicated, I’m sure you can imagine.”

“That sounds hard,” you told him, offering a sympathetic nod. “Did… Did you love her?”

The question caught Leon off guard, and his face snapped up to look at you with furrowed brows. “I…” he began, but then stopped short, letting out a deep exhale. “I think maybe I did.”

“But you don’t anymore?”

Leon barked out a laugh, drawing his hand over his face in wry amusement. “What is with these questions? It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I guess not,” you replied softly, staring into the fire. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” Leon huffed, elbowing you teasingly. “To answer your question… I don’t really know how I feel anymore. I mean, that was a lifetime ago. Thinking about it just dredges up a whole boatload of shit I’d rather keep below the surface, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” You gave him a small smile before you paused, looking away from him thoughtfully for a moment. “Maybe… I could find her for you?”

Leon balked at that. “And what good do you think would come from that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe you two could rekindle, I guess,” you replied, looking cowed by his reaction. “If that would make you happy…”

His chest clenched at your words. Christ, you were so impossibly sweet—naive to a maddening degree at times, but sweet. The idea of you going out of your way to search for Ada Wong of all people was almost comical. But beyond that, Leon didn’t want Ada to come here. Not only because he was a monster—one she would probably try to kill—but because you were really all he cared about right now, in the present. The only one he really desired.

He wasn’t going to admit that last part aloud, so he stuck with the first when he responded, “Sweetheart, look at me. You really think I could have some heartfelt reunion like this? I appreciate the intention there, but you have to admit that it’s kinda…”

“Stupid?” you finished for him, letting out a self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, maybe it is. I guess I forget that most people would freak out around you.”

“I think that’s an understatement,” he said with a light chuckle.

“I just thought… I don’t know… that if she felt the same way about you… it wouldn’t matter…”

“It wouldn’t matter?” he echoed, vexed by the very notion. “Of course it matters. No one in their right mind would just choose to look past this.” He gestured vaguely to himself. “This isn’t some disfigurement someone could accept… I’m not human anymore.”

“I’ve accepted you, haven’t I?” you asked quietly, a look of hurt crossing your precious features.

Leon let out a frustrated growl, closing his eyes. “Yeah, but you’re different. The world isn’t like you. And hell, maybe it should be, but it’s not. It’s violent, and it’s scary, and it’s ugly…” he paused for a moment, letting out a breath. “Like me.”

There’s a silence that stretched out between you after his outburst, and he refused to look at you, staring instead at the flickering flame licking the scorched stone of the hearth.

“You’re right,” you finally said. “I’m not like most of the world. But neither are you.”

He deigned to glance your way and called your name as if to argue, but you held up your hand to stop him.

“You’re not like them because you’re good, Leon,” you murmured, voice small but resolute. “You’re kind, and you’re loyal, and you’re fiercely protective. So I don’t agree with how you see yourself. Not one bit. And if the people you left behind care about you even a fraction of how much you still care about them, they wouldn’t either.”

He said your name again, this time more of a whisper, as he looked directly at you. His mouth went dry as he took in the determined set of your jaw, the fire in your eyes having nothing to do with the flames dancing before you. He didn’t know how to respond, only able to stare at you and wonder how he got lucky enough to have you in his life at all.

“And another thing,” you started, your features shifting into more of a teasing grin to ease the tension, “I don’t think you’re ugly.”

The guffaw that left Leon’s throat was nothing short of thunderous, surprising the both of you and startling Wolfie from where he lay on his dog bed.

“I’m serious!” you exclaimed, your voice earnest despite the smile on your face. “You’re very handsome. As far as cryptids go.”

“You might be the strangest woman I’ve ever met,” Leon responded, though there was only fondness in those piercing red eyes. “I don’t understand you, not one bit.”

You let out a soft chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “Most people don’t.”

“Well… maybe I’d like to,” he murmured, the humor from the moment fading into something far more intimate. “Could you clue me in?”

You looked at him with a surprised expression, then glanced at the fire to collect your thoughts. “Yeah, sure. Okay…” There was a long pause before you started to speak again, voice low, “The truth is, I guess I know how you feel. To a degree. Feeling like an outcast, I mean. Being treated like a freak. I’ve always been… looked at funny. Between my weird personality and interests that most people think are annoying or creepy… and the fact I’m a bigger woman who lives in a world that believes being overweight is some kind of moral failing… I spent a lot of time alone as a child because of that. And as a teen, I never got to be seen as pretty or desired. I thought I was just… inherently broken, I guess. Unwanted. Unlovable.”

Leon felt a slow, simmering rage begin to bubble up inside him at the very notion of you being mistreated, especially for the things he found the most endearing about you. How anyone could look at you and not see an angel, he wasn’t sure.

Before he could interject, however, you continued on, “I know that’s not true now. I mean, I grew up, found people like me. I’ve had a few relationships. But… I know what it’s like to be lonely simply for being what you are.”

“You didn’t deserve that,” Leon muttered darkly. “All of those people were just blind idiots. For one, I think your personality is interesting.” He paused a moment, contemplating whether he should admit the next part before deciding to go ahead, “And I think you’re beautiful, too. As is.”

If Leon could snap a photo in his mind’s eye of how you looked in that moment—a bashful expression paired with a bright smile—he would keep it in his pocket to look at every day for the rest of his life. 

“Thank you, Leon,” you replied quietly.

“No need to thank me for being honest,” he responded with a noncommittal shrug. “And I appreciate you trying to relate to me. I can definitely see where you're coming from a bit better now. But I still gotta ask… Why chase after monsters specifically, huh?”

“I don't know… I guess it started when I first heard the urban legend of the Jersey Devil. A child born a monster, through no fault of his own, cast out by his family to haunt the woods forever… Maybe I seek out monsters not just because of the thrill, but because I empathize with them.”

“You might have a few screws loose, bunny,” Leon said, letting out a chuckle, “but you have a big heart.” He stopped, rubbing his clawed hand over his face wearily. “Doesn’t change the fact you’re tempting fate, though. You need to be more careful. Just ‘cause you feel for a monster, doesn’t mean it’ll feel for you.”

“You do.”

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Masterlist

[loz-the-noob]

big plans….

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[skimmeh]

Stareater might be on a lil pause whilst I catch up with uni work

But when I do pick it up again it's very close to being done ..so HM ..I'm not worried about this becoming a month long hiatus like last time :)

[romance-rambles]

[modern] cael | should've said it to my face

After reading Cael's response to your comment, you eventually give into your impulsive thoughts and call him. It turns out to be a misunderstanding

2k, takes place during qixi event [minor spoilers for the card], misunderstandings + fluff, reader is mc, series: none

DINNER TIME SEES YOU SCROLLING aimlessly through Lofter, in search of something to do.

You're sprawled across the couch on your back, knees bent, with a plate—stacked with airfryer dino nuggets and french fries—balanced precariously in front of you. The hand not occupied with your phone holds onto a half-empty soda can. When you remember to eat, you stick it in the gap between you and the sofa's backrest and pray it doesn't spill over again.

In the background, a movie you'd seen multiple trailers for in your spare time runs on the TV. For the first thirty minutes, it was rather entertaining, actually—for reasons beyond the absolutely stellar writing. It was, and is, filled with so many cliches, all dragged out and played entirely straight, that it makes you wonder if the writers had a checklist.

Then, your editor texted you around the time the couple had their first date and—well.

Though it turned out that the phone call she was asking for had nothing to do anything that would make a perpetually tardy artist quiver in fear, Beanie can attest to what a disaster the fifteen minutes before said phone call were.

Your shirt is still sticky from the spilt soda, and worse, the water you splashed on the stain has left you soaked. And on top of that, your shirt wasn't the only victim in this mess. Now, some of your nuggets carry with them a hint of sweetness—one that can't be attributed to the ketchup.

They're still good, you think stubbornly, glaring at someone imaginary sitting opposite to you.

You pull your legs closer, clearly disgruntled, and sit up straight. The artifacts of your makeshift party for one change positions with you, making you look less like a slob after work hours—even if that is what you were going for.

Because that someone imaginary looks suspiciously like Cael, with that close-mouthed smile that reeks of barely-disguised amusment. A menace with good publicity, though you'd take this Cael over the "old" one any day.

After all, this one is yours—to have, and to hold, for as long as you live.

You think of the characters in your latest manga, and of those last few pages; of the red dress the painter had picked out, and of where the spirit's—and yours—thoughts had gone. The ones you'd added as a bonus after dicussing a much happier ending with Cael. Frankly, it's the most self-indulgent thing you'd written since In Passing, except this time, you didn't bother holding back on your fantasies.

"Wait," you mutter, squinting down at an artwork from one of your mutuals on your phone. The poor dinosaur that gets offered up to your hungry belly this time is thankfully not one of the soggy ones. "Has he seen it yet?"

The answer to your question, once you regretfully pull your gaze away from the beautiful man you drew, and pull up your latest post on Lofter is yes.

hubby: This drawing is great.

A simple compliment, yet your spirits soar to never-before-seen heights. With your free hand, you cup your cheek; your pinkie finger can only partially hide the curved end of your lips. Then, like a thick veil, your hair falls over half of your face, prompting a small laugh from you.

As you tuck your hair behind your ear, you can't help but think it adds to the scene. The lovesick smile. His comment. The affection swelling in your fluttering heart.

You imagine the soft smile on his face when he saw your post and wonder why he isn't here to tuck your hair back for you.

Truth is, you'd never learned how to stop missing Cael, even after he'd returned to being a permanent fixture in your life. The only time you don't miss him is when he's in front of you—when you can wrap your arms around him, in a carefully struck balance of spoiled and loving, and hear his exasperated chuckle as he pulls you in closer.

Maybe that is why the words you write in response lack any double meanings.

you: @hubby But I feel that the person in the drawing is better than the drawing itself.

Tracing the silhouette of his hair, you think this is the Cael that comes closest to showcasing his ethereal beauty. All that practice through drawing the Silver Knight has left you as the most qualified person to make that judgement. It is with this thought in mind, and a puffed chest, that you wait for his response.

And Cael could be busy, for all you know. It could take a while for him to respond, for all you know.

Still, if you play your cards right, when you tell him how long you waited, he'll pat your head. And on your forehead, the heat from his loving kiss will linger for long after he pulls away.

You grin at the thought and scroll down.

hubby: Me too.

At first, you can only blink.

Me too, you repeat dumbly, tilting your head to the side. You must look like quite the catch, with three nuggets and countless fries stuffed into you face. ME TOO?

The vision of his faint smirk transforms your previously lovesick demeanor in an instant. Swallowing your food down, you glare at the snarky comment, thumbs hovering over the digital keyboard without a reply in mind.

It would've been better if he'd said it to your face. You could tackle him—maybe kiss the smirk off his face. Countless letters are typed out and erased within seconds of each other, simply because you can't settle on anything to say. The scowl on your face deepens as you swipe out of the app.

And you're not sure what happens after that, but when you come to, you find yourself staring at half of an objectively terrible selfie you'd taken with Cael—

And Ringing... written underneath.

When he picks up, the first thing Cael says is your name.

"What a coincidence." Your boyfriend chuckles softly. "I was thinking I wanted to hear your voice."

You fear the psychological damage is irreversible. Why did you call him again?

Oh, rig—wait a minute.

"Did you miss me?" you ask, not so much curious as you are delighted. "Wait."

Never let it be said that you don't have your priorities straight. You're sure anyone in your position would do the same thing. So, with a giggle—both at your snarky comment and at the prospect of being missed by Cael—you pull your phone away from your ear and make your earlier wish of seeing his face come true.

"Let me—" You adjust your bangs, knowing well the futility of doing so. "—Let me turn my camera on."

When you finally catch sight of his beautiful face, as the camera turns on, Cael is smiling gently.

Upon catching a glimpse of your current, haphazard appearance—the pile of hair tied up in some kind of half-bun, half-ponytail, the ratty old t-shirt that's simply too comfortable to part with, and, you realize embarassedly, the ketchup stains and nugget crumbs plastered all over your mouth—he shakes his head. Out of habit, his free hand hovers in the air for a moment before he puts it down. Even before he shoots you a helpless look, you can tell he's wishing for the same thing.

"You should—" Gesturing at his own mouth, free of crumbs, he tries to help you out. "Mhm, you got most of them."

For a party of one, you didn't find napkins to be a necessity—so, instead, you have to make do with your oily hands. It's hardly the most elegant side you've shown him, but you also know he's seen worse. And if he can still watch you fondly, frankly, you don't think you have a need to be concerned.

With a grimace, you brush the fallen crumbs off of your lap and onto the couch. You're going to have to vacuum it, unless you want it to be teeming with ants. The thought makes you shudder.

Cael's lovely voice cuts through the horrific visions of an ant takeover and replaces them with much more pleasant imagery. "What are you thinking about?"

"Ants," you say, without skipping a beat, then laugh. "Well, that and I have a bone to pick with you."

He blinks, looking as though he's desperately trying to surpass a laugh. "Alright. What is it?"

Upon studying his expression, you find that it's rather reminiscent of the one that'd pushed you over the edge. This time—perhaps because of the way the amusement glittering in his violet eyes makes them pop—you smile softly. Laying back down on the sofa, with your head comfortably resting against the armrest, you grin and start describing your dilemma.

"The truth is, I was fishing for another compliment," you tell him, as if offering him a carefully-guarded confession.

Your voice is suitably dramatic, with a sliver of faux mournfulness coming through. Unfortunately, you're not particularly good at faking tears—so it is all you have in your arsenal.

Cael looks down at you from the phone's screen, clearly exasperated. You bring your arms down to a more comfortable position and adjust some of your bangs. With the plate of nuggets still on your lap, you can't bend your knees as you'd like. As a compromise, you cross your legs over one another.

Finally, he breaks the silence.

"I'll make up for it, but—" Your boyfriend hesitates. "Nevermind."

Even though the hamsters in your brain have started sounding the alarms, even though you're certain he's messing with you, you still fall for it—hook, line, and sinker. It leaves you incapable of saying anything beyond but.

With an elegance you might've admired at any other time, he ignores your minor break in coherency. But the smile on his face is, for all intents and purposes, a grin, genuine but unfortunately tinged with amusement, and you can't find it in yourself to be too upset. You still remember his lighthouse comment.

You wonder if he'd notice if you took a screenshot. He did say he didn't like to use his deduction abilities on you.

Humming a song you'd texted him without explanation, he begins to ask, "How would you like me to make up for—"

"But."

"I was talking about the girl in the painting," he relents finally, softly smiling at you. You like to think your glare broke him down.

But the person in the drawing...

True, you'd never specified who you were talking about. Neither had he. It really is true what they say about assumptions, you think, aware that you can't quite think of an accusation that won't backfire on you.

So, like a gaping fish—maybe one swimming in warmer weather, if your warm cheeks are any indication—you gawk at him.

"Is that surprising?" he asks.

Deliberately, you turn your head away. To make yourself feel like a productive person, you pretend you're searching for your beloved cat, who must've slinked away at some point. Then again, you're pretty sure bribery goes a long way with Beanie—and no one's better at it than Cael.

Maybe Beanie would side against you instead.

"Maybe I haven't said it enough. That you're the most beautiful person I know."

As your mind slowly registers the words, you blink. Clearly, Cael hasn't spent enough time staring at a mirror. If he'd said woman, you might've debated for a bit before folding. You might've even seized the opportunity he's presented you with immediately.

Instead, you squint at him.

Surely, he hasn't forgotten how the students of St. Shelter Academia hold his beauty in high esteem. Or the many, perhaps unnecessary, compliments to his beauty in In Passing, even after you'd returned to Godheim. Sure, he might not have registered your unsubtle crush on him back then, but surely, now—

Surely.

Maybe I'm the one who hasn't said it enough.

"That's right." You nod your head solemnly—as if you're unbothered by the thoughts running through your head—and hold up your pinky finger with a smug grin. "You should say it more. Pinky swear."

Despite the distance, he still holds up his pinky finger for you.

[hana-bobo-finch]

a strange trend in my favorite characters I realize is that I tend to heavily gravitate toward somewhat obscure, antagonistic forces

[anastacialy]

y'know, i keep making a habit of swinging my bat at hornets nests, but i have to say i'm getting so, so tired of people complaining about shows not making perfect sense when they aren't even close to done. we're four episodes into this season of doctor who. we're four episodes into this season of bridgerton. and yet in both fandoms i keep seeing people whine that such and such didn't make sense or it wasn't explained all the way and by god you guys i think maybe explanations might come later in the season. this is something most viewers will recognize as being called a 'plot.'

[sock-kaleidoscope]

Take a minute before doing this

Get ready

FINAL ROUND

How has all these events changed the trio?

In the case of Narinder, has he tried to take over the red crown in one way or another, even before the "catastrophe"???

(i will call it that way if thats okay)

If the trio were to find a possible cultist, how would it be the process?

What is "grass jewelry"?

How was the life in the cult before the catastrophe?

Is the other beings (Mystic Seller, the owl brothers and maybe the fox) in hearing of the catastrophe?

Does Narinder have any glue of what happend during the catastrophe?

Is Yael and Fosa scared of telling the truth of what happend, or is something else?

Why does Narinder think that his siblings will know anything abou the catastrophe?

Give a random fun fact or head canon

Any plans of any character i haven't even think about?

What kind of activities does Narinder like to do while getting adjusted to the mortal world?

Explain Narinder moral compass

Now do Yael one

Now Fosa

Has Fosa talked to Mystic Seller, what would it be their reaction?

Did Fosa include itself in the crusade?

Another fun fact, but about Narinder

Does Narinder know about Yael's deals with the fox?

Enough of Narinder, more Fosa!

Fun fact about Fosa

What was Fosa social experience before the catastrophe?

What kind of things did Fosa did back in the cult?

Do he miss someone in particular?

He has secrets, of what kind?

What is his relation with the lamb, even before the catastrophe?

Another fun fact

If Fosa heared music, what would it be its genere?

What is Fosa inspiration for its creation?

Are we sure Fosa straight up didn't "block" it memories from the catastrophe?

I know you will traumatize this kid to death, any idea?

What has been the worse this kid has seen since the catastrophe?

Take a break from here

Since Fosa is a kid, i guess you can count him as "emotional support"

He is your yellow cat isn't he

Time for Yael

How was the lamb killing for it Yael's mental state?

How it was the killing as a whole in your AU?

Does he have any regrets from the past?

How was the cult leader life for him?

A FUN FACT ABOUT YAEL

Explain how he view the One who Waits before the usurpation

Take a break

What is his fighting style without using the red crown powers?

How does he lead the trio?

If ate motton while writing this would i go to hell?

-alz

WOAH THIS TOOK A WHILE

WARNING LONG POST

General Questions

All this stuff has changed the three a LOT. The lamb is uncomfortable using their powers, and they are coping with the death of many they held dear by parenting Nufosa. Nufosa doesn't really understand what happened at the cult grounds. They were there, but it's all muddy. They have a bad feeling about leaving the lamb now. Narinder is recently mortal (?) and is trying to learn to live like he always wanted. But the fact the cult is dead has taken priority, and he's a bit sour about that. Lamb and Nufosa have trauma-bonded over it, and Nufosa enjoys the normalcy from Narinder not having been there for the massacre.

After the final battle, Narinder has not made an attempt to take back the crown. He's a bit put off by it, as the crown is much more animated than it was before. (Calling it the catastrophe is a okay)

If the trio were to find a candidate to join the cult? The process would depend quite a bit on how the three are doing at the time. The most likely situation is that Nari or Yael hears something, Fosa dives into a bush (actually helpful for once), and the sheer charm of a 5 year old wins them over.

Grass jewelry is something that I made as a kid, and have given to Nufosa in my story. It's taking long strands of grass and tying together the ends into a longer string. These can be turned into loops that function as bracelets or necklaces.

Life in the cult before the catastrophe was... Complicated to say the least. The lamb was usually pretty forgiving, but if you crossed a boundary, there were very large punishments. Some have been burned alive, others flayed, and many have been left to rot to become fertilizer. This usually only happened when you did something real bad though. The lamb is forgiving.

Mystic Seller, the owls, and the fox are all aware of what happened.

Narinder only showed up for the aftermath. He has theories about what happened but so far all his ideas are incorrect. Some theories of his include: divine judgement or an overthrow from dissenters.

Yael is way too nervous about how Narinder views them to talk about what happened. They still view him as their god after all. Nufosa has been trying to ignore it, to pretend it's all one big nightmare.

Narinder doesn't really think that his siblings know anything about what happened, since they were in purgatory. He actually wants to see his family again. He's hoping they will either help him find out about it before leaving him, or that they will stick around.

Random Fun Fact/HC: in my au, the structure for time is very different. Years are composed of 150 days, with 5 months, 30 days each. Eggs actually take just under two years to hatch.

I have a whole cast of maybe 5 (maybe more) characters that are going to stick around. (Not including bishops or main three)

Narinder has had a hard time adjusting to mortality. His feet hurt, his lungs hurt and he's realized that a millennia without conversation hurt your social skills. So far he's really enjoying sleeping, sunlight, and getting to know Nufosa.

Narinder Moral Compass: He's still figuring a lot of stuff out. His main ideals I would say lean towards tolerance and autonomy.

Yael Moral Compass: also messy. I would say that they haven't forgotten their role as a servant to TOWW. Therefore theirs includes Humility and Social Responsibility.

Nufosa Moral Compass: a kiddo so very innocent justice oriented. Equality, fairness, and generosity.

Fosa has not spoken to the Mystic Seller yet. As a 99% mortal, most things would be above them in conversation.

Fosa was initially brought along with the lamb and Narinder outside of the crusades, right after they were discovered. They were nonverbal and too exhausted to move for several days. But once they started the crusade, Fosa got a bit more pep on its step!

A fun fact about Narinder: my Narinder is based on a Nevelung cat! The main reason I struggle with drawing him so much. He has a lot of long fur, and I don't know where to put it all.

The deals with the fox happened during the lamb's time as a vessel. Narinder watched through the crown when it happened, and allowed it because of its benefits to the cult.

Nufosa SAGA

Fun fact about Nufosa! You can't see it when I draw them most of the time since it's under their shirt, but they have a heart-like marking over their chest. Really fitting if you ask me :D

Nufosa was the cult mischief. It was known for getting into all sorts of trouble and sneaking out of the cult often. This, unfortunately, tended to drive off most of the other kiddos. Nufosa had about one or two friends their age. Nufosa mainly spent time with the adults.

Nufosa was too young to work officially. When they weren't causing the lamb a headache, they spent a lot of time helping out where it could on the healing bay. They like helping people.

Nufosa was very close with it's mom. Her name was Clover, named after her fantastic green eyes (which they inherited). They miss her. A lot.

Nufosa having secrets? Almost all of them are about things they got up to they didn't get in trouble for. Almost all of them.

Before the catastrophe, the lamb and Nufosa weren't very close. Nufosa was mainly a loner. The only times they really spoke one on one was when Fosa got into BIG trouble. Otherwise, the lamb was the leader and Nufosa was a cultist.

Another Fun fact! Nufosa has a habit of pulling at its whiskers or claws when they're nervous. They accidentally plucked out a whisker a couple times.

Nufosa would love really loud, upbeat music. Something in-between rock and electro.

The inspiration for Nufosa's creation: Nufosa actually started out as the Yellow Cat for my story. I didn't think it fit very well, but I still loved their role in the story, so they were hue shifted to orange so they could be distinguished from my actual YC.

We aren't sure how Nufosa is processing the events of the catastrophe. They were present for it, but they have been avoiding the topic as best they can.

Unfortunately, most of the traumatizing of the kid has already happened. A loner kid because they were too much for the other kids, ignored by the adults because they were too much trouble, the entire cult they live in dying out, and then having to watch the only two people you have close to you walk around constantly engaging in combat. They have very much taken to the role of trying to keep everyone's moods up as a way to cope.

The worst the kid has seen since the catastrophe in a physical sense has been all the fights with heretics, and more so the casualness the lamb and Narinder have with it. They don't feel very comfortable with corpses, but since they are 5 and learning, they learn from nari and lamb that it shouldn't be bothering it. In another sense, there has been this feeling of something watching them. Eyes that burrow into their skin and gazes that pierce through their skull. A constant study of every hair on their body. It scares them.

Break Time! 🥤

Yes! Unfortunately, Nufosa feels a lot of pressure to keep everyone's hopes up.

Funny that you mention it now, since I mentioned like 3 paragraphs ago. Nufosa is NOT my yellow cat, even if they started out as that. I have a different YC now.

Yael SAGA

Yael did real bad with the lamb genocide. (I'm pretty sure that's what you're talking about) The lamb had a sibling that they hid with during the hunts for them. Yael got separated from them during a village burning.

The lamb genocide was a free-for-all. A notice was sent out from the bishops one day, and all took out the sheep in the hopes of rewards. Elaborate systems of tracking and bounty hunters were set up. Several false safe houses were set up, once enough sheep took shelter there, they would turn in the whole lot of them. Many similar species were also hunted down in the crossfire. Sheep would break off their own horns to sell for rations and to help be less identifiable. Many amputated trying to get rid of their obvious hooves. Almost all of them were sheared down at all times. Wool was also identifying but also becoming more scarce the longer it went on, giving them another way to make rations.

The lamb has many regrets from their past. They feel horrible for so many things they've done. They just did too much. They did too little. They cannot redeem themselves.

The cult leader's life was very stressful for Yael. They usually had upwards of 50 followers at a time. Once the cult became more advanced, they settled into their role a bit better. But they never stopped looking behind them.

Fun fact about Yael! They bleat REALLY LOUD when they get spooked. It's embarrassingly loud. Like Copper yelling at a moth loud. (Sorry in advance Copp)

They viewed The One Who Waits as well... the god of death. They were really off-put by him. When they were doing well in the cult though, they would open up to him whenever he allowed them to stay.

BREAK TIME!! Oof my hands really hurt. I'm gonna massage them after I'm done.

When not using the red crown, the lamb uses the environment. Throwing rocks, quick turns through thorn bushes, and holding back branches to slap into people's faces when they come by. This by itself doesn't finish them off though.

Currently, the lamb isn't really leading the trio. They view themself as below Narinder, and therefore are not to lead while he's there. They do lead Nufosa, but that's mainly because of their parenting coping mechanism.

No, you won't go to hell for eating mutton while writing these questions. But you better find some other reason to go so I can watch you and Copper fight with cardboard tubes.

[destiel-wings]

context: I'm writing a LONG wip (should be 55 chapters, an actual epic story with action and plot though romantic destiel filter) and I'm thinking about when i should start posting it. Generally I'd want to finish first and post afterwards, so i can update regularly and not be distracted from the actual writing, but it's gonna take me way too long to finish it (like two years realistically??) so I'm thinking maybe i might start posting it before, even if less regularly? So i can share it with you earlier and you can engage with me as i write it?

[nessvn]

i just need to make it to shabbat i just need to make it to shabbat i just need

[purble-gaymer]

mmm just wanted to say that i really love your writing and i'm really excited to see what you make in the future! your gsa stuff is so pleasant and angsty and i've really been enjoying wwtmk <3 that's not even getting into how much i liked the cannibalism fic.... now you'll be a part of me forever !! i'm such a sucker for that kind of thing.

actually, i was kind of wondering what you were plotting for the future so i could look forward to it! i've loved following your work so farrrr

waa hello thank you!! yknow i don't hear much about the beast in the walls but i really love that one so good to know! i can share some of my prospective calendar (though everything i say is subject to change)

once wwtmk is done, i probably won't be posting much for a bit. i might do something sword/blade/mk related for valentine's day if i can think of an idea before then. after that though, i have another little project focused on the knights at the time they first met. it's a continuation of a fateful encounter. at the moment it's sitting at about 23k, and i think i'm a little past halfway through it. ideally i'll start publishing it sometime in late february or march, but winter is usually the busiest and most stressful term so it'll be later rather than sooner. plus i'd like to have a majority of it written out first. i don't exactly have a surplus of time or energy this time of year so it'll be a while still.

most ship content will probably end up on my other pseud for the foreseeable future (excluding the potential valentine's thing) to avoid like...cluttering things, i guess? so for that there's always more knights, maybe metamorpho in a normal context, maybe arthur/nonsurat for the two people who care because i love them a lot. oh and also falspar and dragato doing whatever the hell they're doing because i would die for them.

absolutely there will be more gsa one-shots. i've had some ideas floating around but no energy to really get into them. plus my usual strategy for the gsa is to sit down and write for three straight hours because they sort of automatically put me in a flow state, and i can't do that at school cause i have other things to do. there might be some stuff about their history. i don't really know where to begin with all that, plus there's ocs i'd have to deal with, so we'll see. galacta knight related stuff is also a possibility, especially more about him and mk when they were working for nme. check out how much galactadad angst i can make

overall this year i wanna write more out of my comfort zone honestly. writing things like the beast in the walls or know your place was weird but it was also really really fun. so if i ever jump on any out-there ideas, i might actually do something with them. OH THIS INCLUDES AN ARTHUR AND MK BEING FAMILY THING I'VE BEEN SITTING ON. i completely forgot about that. i should polish it up and publish it for my birthday because it is so self-indulgent and silly. so that is now happening next week. metamorphosed one-shot is also happening later this week (tomorrow or thursday) because i'm normal about that au.

so that's a lot, and most of it is very up in the air because i'm always doing things...but you can 100% expect more knights content in the near future. wwtmk is like standing on the edge of a canyon peeking into my kirby interpretations. i have to write or i will explode