#PLEASE feel free to blast me some constructive criticism too

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

As we approach the next arc in the story, an outfit change is now on the horizon! The question is, what are our lads going to wear?

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[dakotafoster]

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ραιяιиg : katsuki bakugou x g/n reader

ɢɛռʀɛ: fluff ♡ crack humor

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: a bit steamy

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 : When your boyfriend comes home intoxicated, he shows you a side of him that is reserved for only you. ✰

This will be my first one-shot on this blog, so please any constructive criticism will be really helpful! Hope you all enjoy. ッ

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It was a chilly starry night. Japan from the balcony window had never looked so serene until now. The bright stars that dotted the dark velvet sky, giving the gloomy canvas a little bit of life--of light. It was somber yet luminous, they drew the lights of heaven and gave the citizens of below a meager taste of something so divine and sublime, a measly fragment of the beauty we long to see in ourselves and the world around it. It was magnificent.

A heavy knock interrupted your attention on the black before you, muffled whispers and giggles could be heard from the opposite side of the chestnut door. As you lifted yourself from the glass railing you took a brief gander at the clock sitting on the desk beside your TV. It read 2:43 a.m.

Wrapping a small nearby cardigan around your frame and rubbed your eyes of sleep before making a beeline toward the door, the muffled voices becoming clearer as your got closer.

“Dammit Bakugou, quit messing around and give me your keys!”

“Gotta find it in my ass first shitty hair!”

Swinging the door open your (e/c) optics landed upon a frustrated Kirishima who was wrestling a very drunk Bakugou for a silvery white ring of keys right outside your flat doorstep. Bakugou seemed to be having an absolute blast, giggling like a little school girl as he evaded Kirishima’s attempts to swipe the item from his grip, and Kiri was having none of it. They both seemed rather oblivious to your presence and persisted to look like complete idiots in the halls of the complex.

“Both of you stop it before you wake up the neighbors!”

Your harsh tone is what finally received their attention, gazing timidly at you with wide eyes frozen. In one last attempt to get a rise out of Kirishima, Bakugou swiped his palm brutally on the back of his friends head, his head flung forward rough smack and a grunt, mumbling something about Katsuki being a dick. You heaved out a sigh at the sight of your boyfriend, his face sheen with a thick layer of sweat and a radiant red flush adorned his cheeks and across his nose. His eyes still the blazing crimson you had come to adore so much puffy and irritated.

“Sorry ‘bout this (y/n)... I didn’t mean to wake ya but Bakugou has had too much to be alone right now, and I still have to take care of Kaminari so...”

Kirishima timidly began to caress the back of his spiky locks, giving you a sheepish grin and gave a quick glance at the blonde next to him who was struggling to keep himself from tumbling forward. Too exhausted to even argue, you simply waved Kirishima off and moved to grab hold of your intoxicated boyfriend. The strong aroma of what was seemingly Fireball mixed with rum made your nostrils flare in distaste, far from his usual caramel scent.

“It’s fine Kiri. Just get home safe ‘kay?”

“Yeah, have a goodnight (y/n)”

You slammed the door behind with a swing of your foot, you then proceeded to lead Katsuki into your bedroom with an arm wrapped around his bulky torso to keep him straight. He stumbled over his feet a couple times along the way there, leaning on you for support so he didn’t face plant or dive to the floorboards in any way. He was mumbling incoherently to himself, slumping against your shoulder which led to his breath brushing up against the side of your face and into your ear, the hot sensation produced a shiver down your spine. Katsuki interpreted this rather well, because he immediately attached himself to your neck and pressed soft, open-mouthed kissed to your soft spot. He knew exactly how to drive you crazy even if he couldn’t even fucking walk straight.

“I need you babygirl.”

“Not tonight ‘Suki, maybe tomorrow.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his searing hot lips against your pulse, his wet tongue slipping out everyone and then teasingly. You hummed softly and weakly cupped his scalding cheek to pull him from your nape, cursing whatever deity that made him so goddamn tempting.

“C’mon lets get you ready for bed hun.”

“Mmm... Babe...”

He groaned lowly as you sat him down at the foot of your bed, his large frame slouching over his knees. Crouching down you gripped his ankle and raised his seemingly massive leg into your lap, silently untying his shoes whilst feeling his vivid gaze burning holes into your skull. Placing his shoes to the side you began to fumble with his belt to get rid of his ebony jeans. Amid doing so, Katsuki had graced with a lazy smirk and casually reached his generous hands to your head, running his fingers through your (h/c) strands.

“Hell yeah, this is what I like to see baby.”

Fuck. The way the words fell from those lips made you utterly weak. Your face felt like it was on fire with how carnal his gaze was, you were sure you looked like a fish out of water with the shock and overwhelming arousment you were feeling. Nevertheless, it was short lived when Bakugou dropped onto the bed and burst into a fit of laughter and giggles just by your reaction. You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle with a twitch of your brow, you gave a quick smack to his thigh and tiredly tugged at his jeans once he had calmed down. His endless taunting was never so apparent until now and frankly, it was debilitating and instigating all at once.

“Stay here. Please don’t try and get up, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Yeah.. Sure.”

He released a small giggle and his head rolled to his left shoulder, laying tired on his back upon your white duvet. You rose from your spot on the floor and exited the bedroom to get him a glass of water and some ibuprofen to somewhat relieve his hang over. You didnt think you’d return to find a very naked and very erect Katsuki laying splayed out across the bed, the remainder of his clothes discarded on the side of the bed and his arms crossed behind the back of his head, his sculpted six-pack presented to you in such a way it made you drool like a fucking dog.. And the same arrogant smirk he’d been adorning for entirety of his stay among your apartment, the same enticing glimmer in his optics.

“Oh my god Katsu! What the fuck?!”

You shrieked, averting your eyes to your feet and stumbled around to find his boxers or at least something to conceal his manhood. Bakugou cackled our in delight before he was met with his boxers on his face, picking up on a faint grumble and your feet stomping toward the nightstand next to him.

“Put on your damn boxers Bakugou! I’m too fuckin tired for this shit..” You hissed at your dopey, idiotic boyfriend as he just began to fumble with the garment and mishandle them up each leg, snickering throughout the whole process. “Okay okay... No need to yell. So much for trying to serve it to you like a Hot ‘n Ready Hotpocket.”

You’ve never laughed so hard in your damn laugh at that. He grinned at your shaking form, watching intently as you struggled to breath through each laugh and chuckle, snorts coming out every few seconds. God, you hated him and loved him simultaneously for doing this to you. You wanted to give in to his desire because Jesus the sex was with him was down right unbelievable. Man, did this hunk of a man know how to pleasure a woman and fuck was he exceptional at doing so. Although, at the same time you were tempted to knock his ass into sleep. Either way you couldn’t officially decide. After several moments you composed yourself, taking deep breaths as you made your way into your restroom. You managed to stifle a few chortles in the process of grabbing a rag and moistened it with lukewarm water from your sink, then returned thankful you hadn’t walked in on another naked Bakugou. Making your way around the king sized mattress you were pleased to find he had already taken the ibuprofen and the water both absent.

“Let me clean your face baby. It’s all sweaty and sticky.”

You mumbled out drowsily, sitting down beside Katsuki and tilting his chin up to face you and nimbly wipe his face clean. You looked up at him to make sure we wasn’t falling asleep and you froze, your heart erupted at the sight you were provided with. Katsuki’s face was free of his usual scowl, instead his eyebrows were relaxed, tilted upward and his lips in a small, soft smile. Those dazzling vermilion eyes staring into you, glistening with so much adoration and passion for you. You choked, mesmerized with how calm and serene he looked. The next words to tumble from his lips could’ve sent you melting onto the floor like wax.

“I am really really... Really in love with you (y/n).”

You believed every single word. You never even questioned it for a second in that moment. Really because you had no reason to discredit his love for you, he was a genuine man with a sharp and palpable tongue 24/7. You both were aware of that, and you didn’t complain. It was nice to have him so honest with you, and yes sometimes he wasn’t always nice with the way he expressed such honesty you had grown accustomed to it. Which is why you had been so shocked to see the brash and usually loud brute suddenly become so hushed and tender.

“I mean it princess. I love you so fuckin’ much. I know I don’t really show you how much I do like normal shitty couples, and i’m really fucking sorry for that but I love you with everything I got babe.. I know how much I can be a pain in the ass sometimes.. But.. I promise I’ll never stop lovin’ you, and I’ll show you every damn day just to fucking prove it. M’kay? Your fucking stuck with me until you’re too damn old to even try and fight me on it. I’m so happy I met you and I’m terrified at the same, ‘cause fuck babe I never knew I wanted love until now, until you. I never saw the fuckin’ point. So please jus.. Fuckin’ stay and be in love with me too.”

He refused to give you a chance to reply before he gingerly took your face into his hands and brought his lips to yours. The world fell away as you felt his soft, chapped lips against your own. The kiss with just as delicate as his words and touch, moving smoothly and overwhelming emotion. You immediately raised your hands to weave together behind his neck, pulling him in gently to deepen the kiss. In response to this, Katsuki rolled his tongue across your bottom lip in a silent request for an entrance. You whimpered, opening your mouth as his tongue began to explore your wet cavern, faintly tasting the alcoholic beverages from just hours before. His thumbs swiping tenderly across your cheekbones and your fingertips tangled themselves around his strong neck.

It wasn’t rushed or rough in any way, not like the many nights were he would intend on fucking you senseless, this is when he would truly let himself be vulnerable. Moments like these when he was so damn soft and loving toward you, and only you.

The kiss lasted for what felt like only a minute when in reality lasted 15 minutes. He left you seeking for more. Heaving for breath at the mere intensity of the make-out, resting his forehead against yours, noses brushing against each other gently. You both stayed like that for a moment, just basking in each other’s loving glow with stupid grins across your lips. You took your time taking in this hidden side of your boyfriend, loving each second of it while you still could before he would return to his sullen self. You reveled in every moment you lost yourself in his soft caress, were it was nobody but the two of you acting almost as one. In which you could feel close to him away from intercourse and instead with sensual kisses and grazes. Nonetheless, he was certainly the half that made you whole.

“I’m in love with you too Katsu’.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Request are open, and feel free to leave feedback or ask any questions! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔ

- 𝖑𝖎𝖟 ☾ ✩

𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 : (𝟔/𝟐𝟏/𝟐𝟎 - 𝟏:𝟓𝟓 𝐚.𝐦.)

[adxre-dejesus]

2:47 p.m.

A/N: aaaa my first one-shot on here! please feel free to leave constructive criticism and/or send a request for an imagine. While this isn’t necessarily an imagine, i hope y’all enjoy it! (i drafted this on docs so the format is a little weird, sorry)

Word count: 1194

Warnings: allusions to d*ath / Angst, and just a little bit of fluff.

I open my eyes to the rumbling thunder sounding outside my window, jolting me awake. The trees shook viciously outside, throwing brittle, warm toned leaves to the ground and splattered drops of rain onto the glass. I stared at the clear glass vase on my nightstand with wilting white and yellow flowers caught in my line of sight. The nightstand filled with fallen, dried up petals, dirty tissues, not allowing whatever thank you note accompanying the arrangement to see the light of day.

I rolled my eyes and shifted over to lay on my backside. Now facing the ceiling, I’m met with assorted helium balloons. The helium-filled foil clinging to the ceiling lets me know mom must have brought them in while asleep. “Get Well Soon” I scoffed reading the decorative balloons, not finding any purpose in them -- other than being a pollutant.

Sighing, I sat up and pulled the comforter off the top half of my body. Wincing at the pressure burning in my left side, I lean over, reaching for my phone. I let out a deep breath as the pain drifted away when I sat back up. I turn my screen over to check the time, the bright screen reading 2:47 p.m.

It hasn’t occurred to me to change my lockscreen picture to avoid fighting back tears every time I glance at my phone. It was set to a picture that animated on command. I pressed down on the bottom corner of the phone to bring the screen to life.

The video began with Chris moving away from the propped up phone, running back over to where I was standing with his skateboard. He ran up, putting a hand on my shoulder, the other reaching for the end of the board closest to the concrete

“Acuéstalo.” I leaned down, placing the opposite end of the board on the ground. I looked back up for further instructions, only to be met with Chris holding his arm out. I took it, and we exchanged a smile, followed by a light-hearted giggle from Chris.

“Ahora, sube este pie” he nudged my foot with his own, and I placed my left foot onto the board.

“Okay, vas a subir el otro pie y te apoyes aquí en mi brazo” he steps to stand in front of me and the board with both his arms out for me to grab onto. Looking up at Chris for his approval, with the bounce of his swooped highlighted hair from a nod, I brought myself onto the board and balanced myself with his forearms.

“You’re a skater girl!” Chris shouted with a wide smile, startling nearby park-goers.

“I’m a skater girl!” I mimicked him. A strong gust of wind blew our way, sending chills down my spine. I brought my hand up to my face to move my hair that was now scattered in front of my eyes. With another blast of wind, I lost my balance and in the blink of an eye I went down, bringing Chris with me, the skateboard rolling off to the side.

Chris landed on my lap and we both burtsed out into a loud, uncontrollable laughter

Wiping away the trail of fallen tears, I place the phone back on the nightstand and turn over, back into the dip that has formed in my bed over the past month. Just as I begin to close my eyes, my door flies open. I look up and see Mila standing in the doorway, arms crossed and a small frown on her face.

“Jess” she drags off looking around the room and scrunching her nose. Mila sighs, putting her purse on the dresser nearest to the door, coming over my way, sitting on a clear space on the bed, by my side. Dreading the conversation I know is coming, I groan and pull my comforter over my head.

“Jess, don’t start.” Mila yanks the covers back down and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Hun, i know you’re in pain right now, but you can’t just stay in here forever. I know you’re hurting and I'm sorry that I don’t know what to say to make it hurt less. What I can do is take you out of here and remind you that there’s still a whole world out there waiting for you to go out and keep moving forward.”

“No there isn’t!” i shoot up, “You don’t understand, it’s as if i were in the car with him, i’m crushed. Except I'm still here, and I have to live with the fact, the pain, knowing he’s not here anymore. Knowing there’s nothing I can do to make it stop hurting. To bring him back. It should have been me.”

“Je-“

I shove Mila’s arm away from my shoulder. Hot, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face, “It should have been me! He should be here! He had a future waiting for him. College, a job; he was supposed to have signed the lease for his first apartment last Tuesday. He was the only thing I had.”, I choked out a sob, “And now he’s gone.”

Bringing my forearm to my face, I wiped away tears and stray hairs. Mila has never been the best at consoling, yet she pulls me into an embrace, letting my ragged breathing disappear into her washed-out rolling stones t-shirt.

We stay like this for what seems like hours until I've calmed down. Mila pulls away, her now soggy curls removing themselves from my flushed cheeks. I keep my eyes down, gliding my hands in my lap, and trying to contain the sniffles still in my system.

“I think,” Mila breaks the silence, ”we should talk about this a little more, relieve you of a bit from all that you’re keeping in. What do you say?” I nodded, pulling my sleeve over my fist and rubbing my eyes. “Alright, how about we go down to Judy’s for some coffee and we can just talk about whatever you feel comfortable with?” I nod again, remembering the strong scent of coffee and toast, mixed with the cool air in our local diner. Mila gets up from the bed and walks back over to the dresser by the door.

“Take your time to get ready, i'll wait for you downstairs, then we’ll head out” Mila gives a gentle smile, grabbing her purse and walking out of the room, closing the door behind her. I get out from under the duvet and swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet grazing dirty tissues scattered on the carpet. I refrain from thinking too much about the outing and instead stand up, stepping into the slides on the floor by my bed.

I pulled on a random sweatshirt from the edge of my bed along with my phone, reaching for the doorknob. Before I went out the door, I paused to look at the framed picture of Chris and I, looking into the same brown eyes I know would want me to take this step on. With a deep exhale and a nod, I continued forward.

[seungminotes]

Brighten My Day / Han Jisung

Word Count: 4.2K (I am so sorry)

Genre: Jisung x Reader, highschool au ft. brother!hyunjin

Warnings: Female reader 

a/n: I never meant for this to get so long but I was in the middle of writing it when Closer came out and it just filled me with so much love for Han Jisung I couldn’t resist. I hope you enjoy and as always feel free to leave feedback and constructive criticism! Love ya. Reposted because it wasn’t showing up in the tags ):

Moving from a big city to a small suburban town in the middle of your last year of high school was less than ideal for you. The city always seemed so alive, buzzing with busy people, all on their own commutes. You found affinity with it, always liking the view of the observer. 

But now, what was there to observe? 

This new town was so small and insignificant compared to the place you really called home. Conversely, your twin brother Hyunjin fit right in, he loved it. In his eyes what wasn’t there to like? No traffic on the way to school, no bustling street noises throughout the night, but most importantly, a close knit high school soccer team he grew to love. 

The more you thought of it, Hyunjin always found no problem fitting into the setting, he was just straight up vibing. With this specific sudden change though, you’d never really seen him so happy. You wished you could relate.

-

“Hurry up, I’ll wait in the car,” Hyunjin was, as always, rushing to get to school early for a team meeting, lugging his huge sports bag across this shoulder.

“Why are you always in such a rush,” you complain, there wasn’t one day you could peacefully eat your cereal at the kitchen table before school. 

“Just want to get there early to catch up with the team,” he picked up your own spoon and took a mouthful of cereal into his own mouth as he hurried out the door. Nothing that out of the ordinary. 

“You guys hung out like two days ago,” you murmur, but he doesn’t hear you.

“Don’t make me leave you,” the front door clashes shut. 

“You can’t make me walk!”

-

That was meant as a joke. Unfortunately Hyunjin took advantage of it and promptly left you. Walking wasn’t so bad. The weather was just a bit too chilly for uniform and you’d much rather be sitting shotgun in your dad’s warm old minivan chatting to your brother, that’s all. 

Walking only gave you a chance to see just how boring this town was, there were no busy people to watch, or traffic to marvel, the streets were completely barren except for the skittering fallen leaves of autumn. Nothing much to look at, your walk was unbelievably boring. 

Deciding to look through your Instagram feed instead, your pace slowed, (not that it mattered; you were an hour early and a fifteen minute walk away from school). 

Suddenly, the sound skittering leaves was drowned by the crushing of them underneath hurried steps, but just as you neared the direction they came from ... BAM. 

A very messy- haired Han Jisung had collided with you head on, not having seen you approaching on the sidewalk as he ran through the passage of the two cars in his own driveway. 

“Shit,” he called out, as you both fell to the ground at the impact. 

Surprised you also yelped, as your phone flew out of your hand onto the side of the street. 

A second of recomposure was needed before either of you realized what happened. But as soon as Jisung caught sight of the surprised pair of eyes staring at his messy state, his hands flew to his head to fix his hair. Not the most effective reaction, but quite funny to you. 

“Sorry, should have watched where I was going,” he hurriedly stood up, reaching his arms down to lift you up, which you gladly took.

“Thanks,” you responded, giving him the slightest smile.

 It was only when you had stood and turned to pick up your phone, that Jisung recognized the familiar face he just knocked down. 

“Wait, aren’t you Hyunjin’s sister?” A question not that unfamiliar to you recently.

“Yep,” you tersely responded.

“Is your phone okay,” he inquired again. 

“Yeah it’s all good, no worries,” you flashed a polite smile and nod of your head as you adjusted your bag and carried on walking. 

Unbeknownst to you, this polite smile was all it took for Han Jisung’s heart to be placed entirely in your hands. 

“Wait up,” he casually moved into step with you. 

“Doesn’t Hyunjin drive to school?” He questioned. You were starting to think he only spoke in questions.

“Yeah,” you simply stated.

“So… why are you walking,” more questions.

“Oh, he left me this morning,” you lightly laughed at the memory. 

Stop being cute, you’re gonna make Jisung explode. 

“I wouldn’t leave you,” he winked, keeping the butterflies fluttering in his stomach in check.

“You did not just say that,” you practically cringed, yet laughed at his bold joke. 

He reciprocated the laughing, flashing a bright gummy smile your way. 

That kinda hurt, you thought. 

Here was a boy you only knew capable of kicking a ball around a field, kicking your up an eruption of butterflies in your own stomach. 

Just then a familiar tune blasted from Jisung’s back pocket, slightly startling him and cutting your laughs short. But once he sees your brother’s name on the screen of his phone, he suddenly remembers the reason he was in a hurry in the first place. 

His face drops as he looks at the time and realizes he’s nearing late for the soccer team’s meeting. 

“Shit” he mutters again, you think it may be a favorite word of his. 

“I have to go, but maybe I see you around more often?” He fixes his wisps of hair sticking out from his head again. 

“Sure,” you watched the boy scurry away hurriedly to the end of the street before he suddenly turned in your direction. 

“By the way, I’m Jisung!” He yells, waving his arm above his head. 

“I know!” You call out, waving back, a pleasant smile on your face. One that Jisung can make out even standing so far away. 

You watch him turn around to round the corner and disappear in the direction of your school. Taking a look once more at the dull setting around you, you began to make out more color and warmth from the bare surrounding. 

-

At school, nothing interesting really happened, as expected of a huge boring high school in a small boring town. You didn’t see your brother until lunch, where he normally checked up on you before making his way to his soccer friends. They all typically sat at one table, some even just standing around, across the courtyard from where you usually sat. They were undoubtedly very popular amongst girls that flocked every once in while around them.

It reminded you of the similar sports hierarchy at your old school, though you had to admit these guys seemed like a real team. 

Hyunjin was part of your old school’s soccer team too, and even a different competing team outside of school, and though he always fit right into any setting, he would never initiate hanging out with his teammates, or get excited for a team meeting before school, or even called any of them the way he has since moving here. The thought that he’d found somewhere he truly enjoyed warmed your heart, but once again you really wished you could relate.

Today Hyunjin approached you at your usual lunch spot right outside the library across the courtyard. Only, it wasn’t just Hyunjin today. He was followed by three of the boys you had recognized from his team. One of them being the slightly messy boy you had run into this morning. Jisung was undoubtedly the smallest among them, almost hidden behind your lanky brother. The other two were Felix and Seungmin. 

“Here, loser,” Hyunjin dropped you a snack on the table as usual. Today it was a bright green apple with a peanut butter cup. 

“Thank you, my lovely twin,” you greeted. 

The other boys peeked at you from behind him, waiting to be introduced. Your nerves slightly flustered at the sight of their impatient eyes staring at you.

“Y/n, these are some guys from the team, they wanted to be ‘formally introduced’ to my twin, I think you know them from practice though.” Your brother had definitely been nagged to do this, you could tell from the bored tone of his voice and the slight sigh he breathed. 

The boys on the other hand, all greeted you excitedly and waved, coming out from behind your brother.

“Jisung said you were pretty,” Felix blurted, earning him a smack on the side of the head from Jisung.

“I mean he wasn’t wrong,” Seungmin commented. 

“You guys, shut up,” Jisung pleaded in a hushed voice you could still clearly catch.

“Guess I’m pretty cute too then huh, guys,” Hyunjin interjected.

“Narcissist,” you whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear, a smile on your face from teasing your brother.

“Whatever, you’re going to my practice today right, mom said I can’t make you walk after school,��� 

“But I can walk before school?” Your eyes narrowed at his words.

“Please don’t tell her about that either,” he pleaded, eyes feigning sorry. 

“Yes sir, “ you salute. 

“Whatever, nerd,” he immediately regains composure, ruffling over your hair slightly before turning.

Hyunjin and his friends made their way back towards their usual table as you watched them playfully nudge Jisung around. Once they situated themselves to eat, you found yourself occasionally glancing in their direction, noting the puff of Jisung’s cheeks as he ate his lunch. He was quite cute himself, you noted. 

Just as if he had heard your thoughts, Jisung’s gaze lifted to meet yours and his natural instinct was to send a nice, cringeworthy wink your way, cheeks still puffed from the food held within them. You couldn't help but blush.

Perhaps this town wasn’t as uninteresting as you thought. 

-

Last period seemed to drag on for an abnormally long time. So much so that you were actually excited to meet you brother by the entrance of your class once the bell rang. 

He doesn’t greet you as warmly though, in fact he looks straight up annoyed, which is unusual for your caring brother. You’re low-key scared to ask what’s wrong though. He must have left class early to be at your door so soon and already dressed for practice.  

Once you two are out the building’s entrance, he finally breaks the tense silence. 

“Are you into Jisung,” he seriously questions.  

“What? No, what makes you say that, I literally met him this morning?” 

The question was sudden and way too unexpected whilst you secretly thought of the squirrel cheeks you’d cooed over at lunch that day.

“He just seems keen about you, I wouldn’t want you to break his heart and have it awkward between us.” His grip on his sports bag became ever so tighter, he looks dead serious with his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The thought was odd. Why would your brother think Jisung was going to end up the one with the broken heart? And anyway… you had just met Jisung too! Why was he bringing up breaking hearts in the first place?

But you had soon realized, Hyunjin was taking precautions. Back in the place you once had both called home, you had harshly rejected one of Hyunjin’s closer teammates, almost splitting up the whole team from a bitter grudge they held afterwards. But that guy was dick and so were most of Hyunjin’s old teammates anyway. Here the people were different, you felt, even if that meant more dull. But Jisung was much more interesting than that lame guy. 

“I didn’t mean to break Changbin’s heart, I didn’t even think he had one, and anyway he was an ass, I did you a favor ruining your friendship” you air quote the word friendship because let’s face it, was it even that?

“You kinda did, didn’t you?” Hyunjin admits, his face contorting at the memory. 

He felt heavy remembering his old teammates, sure they weren’t ever that close especially after that altercation with you, but they held that notion of a team in his heart and he thought that his new, much closer, team would some day have to compete against them made him slightly uncomfortable. 

“And you have nothing to worry about, Jisung seems pretty brazen, if anything, he might break my heart,” you halfheartedly joke. 

Your brother isn’t too sure he’d like that either, but laughs anyway. 

The atmosphere is a lot less tense than it was before, you don’t feel like you’re going to be scolded by your sibling anymore.

-

Normally you wouldn’t stay for his practice, opting to wander around the rather big school or hang out in the library. It may have been a small town, but there was literally only this school so it kinda had to be big. 

But today was different, once reaching the field you didn’t say farewell to your brother and went your own way, you actively went to the bleachers, choosing instead to sit on the closest stands and watch. 

The boys’ soccer practice was a lot more intense than you had remembered it being when Hyunjin first tried out. You assumed it had to do with the season kicking in soon and the guys’ strive to win their very first match. Hyunjin had mentioned it was sort of a good luck charm here to win your first match for a good season. 

You couldn’t help but follow the jersey numbered 14 across the green field, the way his energy seemed undepletable throughout the entire practice was pretty striking to you. Jisung soon caught your unwavering gaze on him though, shooting you a dramatic wave of his arm and loud calling of your name. This was unfortunately followed by the shouts of his own teammates to focus 

“Han Jisung! How are we supposed to win if you’re so distracted!” 

The boy’s face goes slightly red, yet he still has the confidence (and audacity) to wink your way once again before snapping back into the game.

Only slightly embarrassing you thought, looking around you to see the gaze of other players and onlookers directly on you. You quickly fished out your phone from your pocket, with no intention of staring at Han Jisung again, it was like he could feel your eyes on him, how could he always catch you?  

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Once practice had ended and the guys had gone to change into some comfortable clothes, you decided to head down and wait for Hyunjin by the car, knowing he would take his sweet time talking to his teammates afterwards as usual.

You hadn't been waiting for a couple of minutes when the sound of approaching footsteps crunching on dried leaves shifted your attention to the parking lot entrance. Hoping to see your brother hadn’t taken his usual half hour for a post-practice conversation, you were only slightly disappointed in the notion you wouldn’t be going home anytime soon as you instead saw a rather conflicted Han Jisung walking down the concrete path towards the parking lot entrance. 

Jisung’s mind was clouded, he really didn’t even know what he was going to say to you at that moment. Maybe an apology, he considered. He had knocked you down that morning and just 

slightly embarrassed you at practice. You wouldn’t expect Han Jisung of all people to hold so much consideration for others’ feelings. He didn’t seem the type, looking rather oblivious sometimes, but in reality that boy questioned every move he made. Though, unfortunately that thought process was reserved for after he made every move. So now, heading towards the school’s parking lot, where he had seen you heading just before the team left for the locker room, and where he was planning to just discretely pass by and greet you a goodbye, he really had no idea what he was planning on saying to you for the three seconds he planned on walking by you. 

He had changed in seconds and quickly wiped the sweat dripping from his face with a towel before rushing out of the locker room with some lame excuse about having too much homework, the same homework he usually does thirty minutes before the class it’s due for, before lightly skipping and then slowly treading to the parking lot entrance. 

But as soon as he looked up from his fiddling hands to see your eyes once again on him, he was suddenly motivated to speak to you, no matter what it was about. He could’ve straight up just asked about the weather and been content with whatever you had to say about it. Though he would’ve probably slumped his head against the front door of his house afterwards if he really had approached you just to ask for your thoughts on the weather. 

Luckily he wasn’t the one to initiate the conversation afterall, you promptly waved to his approaching figure first, triggering the fluttering butterflies in both your stomachs. 

“Hey, Jisung,” you greeted, again with your soft, polite smile that made Jisung jelly. 

Keep cool, Jisung, he thought, he already made quite the fool out of himself enough times today. 

He nodded his head in your direction at your greeting, slightly adjusting the bag on his shoulder, and making sure to brush his hand through his messy hair before reaching you, yet not hiding the wide gummy grin that adorned his face. 

“Are you heading home already?” You question the boy as he is nearing you. 

“Huh, oh, yeah, have to catch up on some homework tonight,” he answered, once he snapped out of his slight daze, keeping his excuse consistent. 

“Oh, well do you mind if I maybe walk you home? It’s on the way for me anyway,” you suggest. You may or not be giddy at the thought of walking home with him, but it was better than waiting 45 minutes for your brother.

“Aren’t you waiting for Hyunjin?” he questioned, boy does this guy love questions. 

“He takes forever after practice, plus this way I won’t be walking alone and neither would you,” you trail off, hoping that was enough explanation.

“Alright then,” he surprisingly didn’t take too much convincing. 

You quickly shot your brother a short text that you’d be walking home, but not alone. Choosing to ignore his returning message asking about Jisung, you link a friendly arm with Jisung’s as you both slowly walk towards the exit.

You didn't know what to expect walking home from school with the same boy that had knocked the life out of you that very morning. It probably should have been awkward, you thought, but it surprisingly wasn’t, Jisung was a natural at talking, and by talking you meant joking. He seemed to radiate a sense of humor that could have you laughing by the slightest of comments.

After what seemed like just seconds to you, you two had already reached Jisung’s driveway, to be fair the walk was quite short anyway.

“Good luck with your ‘tons’ homework,” you rolled your eyes, this walk had made you much more comfortable talking less politely to him. He just tsked at your teasing. 

“Will you be okay walking alone?” his eyes grew wide in realization he’d be leaving you to walk alone.

“It’s just a few minutes from here, Jisung, I’ll be fine,” you insisted, nodding your head. 

“In that case, I’ll walk you there, shouldn’t take too long anyway, right?” He was slightly hoping you wouldn’t protest much, he didn’t have many excuses he could pull off the top of his head

“Only if it’s not a burden,” Luckily you didn’t take much convincing either, you were whipped. 

“Never,” he soon joined you again, quickly walking into step with you. Only now the pace was significantly slower and the conversation had been interrupted by your abrupt stop at his driveway, leaving a comfortable silence Jisung was dying to break. 

“So what’s the big city like, city-girl? Did you hate it as much as your brother seems to?” His favorite medium of conversation, questions.

“Hyunjin really hated it huh,” you reminisce, you guess Hyunjin must've talked to the guys about your old school, his old team, and the cons of the city. He wasn’t too fond of the place, but it slightly shocked you that Jisung had chosen to bring that up. People in this new town only ever asked if you liked it here, never what it was like where you came from.

“I wish I hated it just as much as he did, to be honest,” you confess, with a deep sigh. Despite the lack of the question that you had always wanted to be asked since moving, you really rather not be moping over your woes of homesickness at the moment. 

“What do you mean?” Jising worries he may have asked the wrong question, he didn’t mean to get you all sad about missing your hometown.

“It was just a lot more lively and colorful, I guess, there’s really not much to do around here ,” You look around at the vacant view of the street, until you meet the less lively eyes of the boy beside you, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed at having put down the town Jisung has most probably lived in for most of his life as dull and boring. 

“I think you’d like it, once you get used to it, it may not be as bright as the city, but it’s got to feel warmer at least,” he sighed. He sounded slightly disappointed in the notion that you didn’t like the place he called home, though he probably shouldn’t have been, he would probably hate the place you called home too. 

“I like brighter places,” you sighed. The conversation’s tone had shifted drastically from before. Just moments ago you were laughing your lungs off and giggling at the jokes coming from the jubilant boy’s mouth. And now you were sadly reminiscing in the joys of the city, whilst Jisung tried  opening your heart to the dullness of the suburbs. 

“I’ll make it bright for you then,” he said, though it sounded like another one of his cheesy lines that would make you cringe, he sounded adamant and serious about it.

“What?” You let out a nervous laugh at his serious tone, turning to face him and catching sight of his already bright eyes and shy smile. 

“I’ll be the brightness of this dull town so you can like it more than the city,” he explained, waving his arms in town with his words, as if it was simple to understand. 

“Han Jisung, stop being silly,” you punched his arm.

The rest of the short walk ended in silence, but a quite comfortable silence, consisting of Jisung wondering how he was going to brighten your day tomorrow and of you realizing your best friend in this new town you’d been in for nearly three months was a boy you’d just met that morning.

 Soon enough you had reached your own driveway, though at first you hadn’t noticed and continued walking absentmindedly, luckily Jisung had recognized the house from when the guys would carpool to places and stopped before you both could pass by it without noticing. He clinged onto your elbow, dragging you backwards. 

“Still don’t know your new address?” He teased. You looked up, catching the gleam in his eyes, but quickly shifted your gaze onto your house that you in fact nearly completely walked by. 

“I was just thinking,” You shook off the hold he still had on your arm.

“Thanks for walking me home, Jisung,” you expressed your gratitude walking up the front steps onto your porch, Jisung following.

“Anytime,” he smiled.

There was the first awkward silence you’d experienced with him. Do you go in now? Why were you still standing there, you weren’t even talking. Should you wait for him to walk off before going in? 

“I should get going now, I think,” Jisung was the first to break the silence, his voice small, as he made his way to turn around, you could only slightly waved in response.

“Wait!” You didn’t know what had possessed you in that given moment to take a chance you would normally NOT take at all, but something in the crisp wind that struck in the very moment you had finally turned to unlock the door, the wind that shook the fallen leaves off the street into a whirlwind of autumn debris, had prompted you to feel the need to do what you were just about to do. 

As Jisung unexpectedly turned back around, you planted a quick, chaste kiss upon his soft, puffy cheek you had admired just earlier that afternoon, earning the eruption of a gummy smile on the boy’s lost for words face. 

“Wh- What was that for?” he coughed, still stunned by your actions as he held up a hand to the place your lips had just touched. 

“You brightened my day.” ~

HONNNKKK 

Hyunjin had unexpectedly pulled up in your driveway just in time to see you last minute farewell to his teammate, and leaving him utterly disgusted and you two promptly embarrassed. He was never really home this early, but after receiving no response as to who you were walking home with, he made the effort to cut the chit-chat short in the locker room, now wishing he really hadn’t as he cringed at the two bright-faced, most probably soon-to-be-lovers on the front porch.

[lightsintheskye]

Ahhh I have a lot of messages in my inbox right now (over like ...2000; ) but this one just jumped out at me from yesterday and I’ve been thinking about it a lot. I’m sorry if this is a long long response (l’ll screenshot it as a textpost so it doesn’t clog someones feed) but I just, with how hypercritical social media makes us about ourselves and others its important to acknowledge bullying and how exposed we are to it. If anyone reading this is also struggling with this topic right now please read below. Remember I’m not a licensed therapist but I’ve had a lot of experience with bullying so read below if you like-

For the most part, the big two are finding a positive support network and focusing on things that make me happy. I’m not unscathed, I have clinically diagnosed MDD, Anxiety, and PSTD, but I’ve learned to manage these things. If you need to take a break from social media, do it- do your best to be your own curator of positivity. If social media is one of your few solaces, create a special account for yourself that just follows what you love. Remember that YOU are the one in control of your social media feed and are responsible for what you see.

1. Support Network:

Find a group that you can trust, and do you best to talk about your feelings and experiences in a constructive way(see no 5). That being said respect your support network, always ask if it’s ok to vent to them and don’t treat others as emotional dumping grounds. I know trusting people is incredibly hard, I still struggle with it (my own support network is literally two people but I also practice a lot of behavioral therapy since a lot of medications unfortunately don’t work for me) but you can not go through life second guessing every action (fuck you, anxiety). If your situation is such that you don’t think you have friends you can talk to, your college might have a therapist you can talk to for free. There are also online sites and hotlines that offer the same free services. Sometimes it takes a few therapists to find one that works for you, but sometimes its easier to talk to a friend rather a stranger- and therapy might not always be available to everyone. Google is your friend for finding constructive options.I know it’s hypocritical since this is a tumblr post, but do research on your own from reputable sites and sources for healthy coping.

2. Don’t bottle it up: I used to be incredibly quiet about any sort of stress or bullying I received in the past. I used to lie about never being bullied or harassed after middle school, but the only person that ended up hurting is myself. I don’t think I’ll ever be perfectly fine, but talking about it helps more than you think. I’m not saying to blast it out to everyone exactly how you’re feeling 24/7 but take time to trade woes with a close friend every week or so. Just don’t forget to celebrate the good when and where you can- this world has so much that makes it suck, but there’s also a lot that we can enjoy- too.

3. Bullies seriously suck, but don’t become one:

In my experience, very few bullies ‘grow up’ if they’re still bullying people in college, they just kinda get better at hiding it. This usually manifests behind passive aggressive comments, and or just talking behind someones back and hiding behind a screen to say things. Even in grad school I’ve witnessed "adults” being shitty to each other twitter, on insta, on discord, on tumblr, on A03- you name it. Bullies can come from anywhere, and be anyone, and bully for any reason. People who were bullied sometimes become bullies themselves in a way to gain back sense of power- but their own abuse doesn’t make abusing others right. In the past I’ve had comments and emails telling me everything from childish bullying to literally telling me to kill myself. Negative comments about my appearance, the way I talk, the way I draw, my hobbies,my choice of schooling (which ??????),  harassment about my choice of friends and the people I associate myself with. People who seek negativity will find any reason to slight another. But know that harassment is harassment regardless of why, so even if you’re angry bullying someone back really wont change much. I can think of nothing more toxic than willingly engaging with your bullies in order to find ways to ‘get back’ at them. The beauty of being online is that you can just leave a site, hit a block button, and even make a new name for yourself. Do your best to limit interaction with them. Do not put yourself in situations that involve them. Do not cyber stalk them (yes, repeatedly checking their tumblr/fb/instagram to criticize and mock their every post, or find every person they talk to “whistle-blow” on them is a form of defamation of character and cyber-stalking). Doing this will only invite negative emotions and make you start to hyper fixate. It’s an easy two way street that will invite people to do the same to you- and unless you’re the next coming of Christ someone will inevitably find out something negative about you. Do not hold people to standards that you yourself cannot achieve. You may be more morally inclined than your bully but no one one is perfect. You will never be able to please everyone. It is not your job to do so. 

4. Report, Put Away, Ignore: If these people are saying things to you that can be documented and reported to your school (assuming these are classmates that you can prove have done things) then take a screenshot if possible and report it. It’s a gamble to have anything done about it, some schools are shit about bullying, but some schools aren’t. Recently in my case, in grad school there was a bullying incident and we were incredibly afraid of what the bullies would do if they found out who exactly reported them, but thankfully I had friends help us report it- so multiple reports from anonymous sources made it hard for them to pin point it was someone finally standing up. Some colleges will take defamation of character (which, as an adult, is really what a lot of bullying is) very seriously and amazingly- that bully completely changed. I would not call them a friend, but for now their apology seems sincere and they’ve worked towards being a better person. So, if you choose to report it, after reporting, put that shit away and don’t keep looking at it, find a way to make it really hard to look at over and over. Put it in a folder within a folder within seven folders if you have to BECAUSE- 5. You HAVE to work towards moving ON or it will consume you.

Way, way easier said than done. I’m not saying so much ‘be the better person’ as to just ...seriously remove yourself from that shit as fast as you can. You owe nothing to the people that hurt you, but giving them more of your time over and over if you have the option not to is only going to end in you getting angrier or more upset yourself. The first time something hurts you, put a warning label on it, if it continues to hurt you, do not engage.

The internet can be so toxic- a lot of bullying is masked as “call-out culture” from minor things that happened years ago, it validates the worst forms of “coping” possible. It creates such a bad system of alarm fatigue for when real issues are happening, and creates a hive mind of abuse and hyper criticism where everyone is looking for the next target. There’s an extreme difference if a “bully” disagrees with your favorite ship or show and harasses you about it, or if someone is literally harassing you as an individual by telling you to self harm or worse. Treat your emotional scars like an actual wound; if you keep picking at it and ripping off the band aid to see if its still there its never going to heal. The scars might still be there and will still be visible on some days, but you’ll no longer be bleeding at the slightest brush. Learn to grow, learn to let others grow. Learn to trust again, and learn to try and be happy with who you are and who your friends are as you know them.  A big reason why I stepped away form the internet is that I found myself looking to validation in terms of popularity. And when i finally had it- I realized how toxic it ended up being for my health. I’d spend hours just to make a comic even at the cost of sleep or food, and 100 positive comments couldn’t stop my brain from fixating on ten that were negative or downright harassment. Even as I step back on the internet, I’m doing it from a much better place internally. It’s so so important not to get lost in numbers and online “validation.” Please just know eventually things will get better, and those that matter will stick around to be there to see your growth. People will always find something to give you shit about, but only you can determine how much it affects you. Recognize your emotions, process them, and take responsibility for them. Let your self-worth be determined by your own actions and words, not the actions or words of others.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Broken For Her

Summary: Set post-THW (and yet diverges from THW). Some THW spoilers. Light (Fury) was never quite sure what to think of Hiccup, the Night Fury's rider. She got used to his antics, warmed up to his compassionate personality, found herself bewildered with the respect and awe he showed towards dragons, but after a year, there are still plenty of surprises still has left to discover.

Rating: Teen and up

Words: 1 678

Prompt: Broken Bone(s)

Author’s Notes:  Written for the prompt "Broken Bone(s)" over on the Httyd whump Discord that I'm in. Had some difficulty ending this one.

Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!

Enjoy!

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The Light Fury sat by the fire Toothless made. Gathering and neatly piling a bunch of branches with skill that told of the many years the Night Fury has spend with the Vikings of Berk, he created something that the humans called a "campfire". He lit it up with a quick and small plasma blast to finish it off.

The light of the fire washed over all three of them. Her, Toothless, and the Night Fury's Rider, Hiccup.

"Thanks, Bud. That's a lot better." Hiccup told Toothless, who crooned and pressed their foreheads and then their cheeks together. A very draconic gesture of affection, Light noticed. The two of them did that a lot.

Hiccup was sitting at her side, a wing of hers shielding him from the freezing winds that the trees around them failed to keep out. While Toothless was out on his quest to make his human a fire, she was keeping him warm.

The campfire was lit now, Hiccup would no longer need to rely on a dragon's body heat to keep him safe from the cold. A good thing, but Light found herself unable to move away from him. Or rather, she was unwilling to.

They weren't in New Berk, they weren't even on their island. Instead, they were far away from home, camping out in the middle of a forest during a chilly Winter night after escaping from some lonesome Dragon Hunters. They had been desperately trying to revive the business empire that was once Viggo Grimborn's years ago, they were old foes.

It was hard to do so with the Dragon Riders' constant meddling. They thought it would help to catch the Chief of the Hooligans, the Dragon Rider, off guard, drag him back to their base and force him to cough up New Berk's location as well as the whereabouts of any and all dragon rescues.

Big mistake, of course. Not only was there no way Hiccup would simply tell them what they wanted to know, but they'd failed to properly restrain Toothless. The Night Fury had broken free before they'd brought him back to the camp and nearly gone on a rampage to break his mate and other significant other out.

Some miles away, the camp was still burning to the ground. There was a massive smoke plume visible in the moonlight. The three of them were waiting for the others to come bring them back home.

They'd been out together for Hiccup's day off, Toothless wasn't wearing his automatic tailfin and Hiccup could not steer their artificial fin the way he was now.

Light was staring at him. As Toothless settled near them, at Hiccup's other side, she was still staring.

Hiccup's face was bloody and bruised. An eye of his was swollen, his nose only just stopped bleeding and his lip was split. Though it looked painful, none of it could compare to the mess that were his hands.

Before the Night Fury had escaped, Light Fury had cloaked herself by heating her scales from the inside-out. That made it seem like she was no longer in her cage at all. The Hunters had blamed her mate's Rider for her mysterious disappearance, believing he'd somehow broken her out while they weren't looking. They clearly knew nothing of her species.

Light watched as they attempted to tear the answers out of him.

Hiccup could've simply told them the truth. That she was still in there, that her kind could cloak themselves like Changewings, but he hadn't. It was like he knew it made her feel safer and thus refused to tell them.

They'd beaten him. She could see the state of his face, but she'd heard ribs crack too.

As for his hands, they'd given him a choice.

"Give them the truth or have every bone in his hands broken."

For her sense of safety, he'd chosen the latter.

They were bloody and they were bruised. Placing first his right hand and then his left on a table, the Hunters had used a large hammer and it shattered bones and torn skin. Some of his fingers didn't quite bend the right way anymore either. He couldn't move any of them.

The human elderly healer, the one they named Gothi, she would have to take good care of them after the three of them returned home.

As a show of sympathy, Light gave Hiccup a soft nudge on his nearest forearm. His armbraces were absent. He was quieter than she was used to of him and she knew it was from the pain he must be feeling. She'd listened to him screaming with every hit on his hands. And while she couldn't look away, staring made her feel as if her own paws were hurting.

In the past year, the Light Fury warmed up to Toothless' Rider. She'd gotten used to his antics and stubbornness, to his recklessness. At the latter, she often showed her dismay. How Toothless let himself be wrapped up in their shenanigans time and again was beyond her. She never understood.

But Hiccup was a compassionate human with a respect and awe for dragons she'd never seen in his kind before. And after watching him take so much abuse and so much pain just so she would feel a little bit better until her mate would inevitably free the two of them, she finally saw what Toothless has been seeing for so many years. She finally saw Hiccup for who he truly was.

Unique, beautiful in his own way. She knew now what drove the dragons of Berk to hold him in such high regard, what drove them to love him. Hiccup was a human alpha, but his position amongst the dragons was second only to that of Toothless, the King of them all.

Light wondered if Hiccup even knew.

"I'm okay, Bud. I'm okay. Those Hunters did a number on me, but it was ten times more favourable than anything Viggo and Krogan have put us through." Hiccup attempted to ease his partner. Toothless was grumbling and fussing over his Rider's injuries, telling him to lie down and try to get some rest before the rescue party showed up. It wouldn't take them much longer now.

He was staring at Hiccup's hands. All three of them were.

They weren't words Hiccup could hear, but before he left on his little excursion, Toothless had told Light his Viking might be lucky if he could still properly use them after this. A notion that greatly sorrowed him, he loved the human Chief's hands and all they could do. Gothi could return some functionality to them, but extra care and loving treatment was necessary if they wanted Hiccup to invent, forge or draw ever again.

Light liked Hiccup's drawing. She never showed him how much she appreciated his skills. He taught Toothless everything he knew. It was interesting to watch him help out in the forge too.

She watched him help a drake with two bad hindlegs walk again.

His hands were important.

"Bud, I'm fine." Hiccup insisted when Toothless nudged his shoulder.

Deciding to help out, Light carefully pushed her snout into his collarbone with a croon. Hiccup gazed back at her in surprise and she crooned again. She gestured to the space between her and Toothless. He was already nestled in the middle, might as well lie down.

"Oh, uh, okay-okay." Too surprised to put up much of a fight, Hiccup listened. Both dragons needed to help him settle. It hurt for him to move. His ribs ached and it was hard to breathe freely without pain. He moaned once he was snug between them, eyes squeezed closed and face pulled into a grimace. His hands were cradled to his chest.

The upside to this, Hiccup admitted, was that this was the closest he'd ever been to the Light Fury so far. Cautious as she was, he counted himself lucky whenever she was willing to be in his near vicinity. To actually be nestled warmly in between her and Toothless, even while discomfortable with his injuries, to be cared for and protected by both of them, he would gladly savour this until the Dragon Riders would inevitably come for them.

After sighing deeply and successfully keeping his composure, Hiccup then looked up to both Furies as they gazed back down at him. He could feel Toothless' warm breath brushing through his hair, a familiar feeling.

Light was grateful for his sacrifice, Hiccup could tell by the look she wore and by the way she rumbled at him. He smiled up at her. If his hands weren't as beat up as they were, he would've tried to request the opportunity to scratch her chin like he would with Toothless.

"I'd do it again." Hiccup shrugged, his smile only growing despite the pain he was in. Light could see that there was an undeniable honesty in his gaze.

He really would do it again.

His hands were too hurt for the time being, so Light purred and affectionately rubbed her snout against his temple instead. A chuckle left Hiccup, quickly cut off when it proved to be too torturous for his aching ribs. It earned him a panicked yelp from Light, fussing over his well-being, a well-meaning nudge from her nose to his was met with a pained moan on Hiccup's part, who quickly turned his head.

"Toothless, a little help, please? She's not aware how meek and fragile we, humans, are."

Toothless watched them, wrapping his tail around Light and in a way Hiccup as well. What mattered to him was that they were both safe and that the Dragon Riders were coming, but watching his Rider and mate finally bond like this, it was a sight he'd been dying to see all year.

The Light Fury finally understood why Toothless loved Hiccup as much as he did, why he would go to the ends of the Midgard for him now and forever.

Because he knew, Hiccup would do the same for either one of them.

[yaboymercury]

Ripping 9 to 5 - Actor

(Re upload since original got flagged for the pic)

Simon was disappointed in Jake to say the least. Sure he was a great actor and sure he was getting all his lines down perfectly, but he wasn’t giving it enough time, literally. During rehearsals Simon would try and push the actors as far as they can go and he could tell his star Jake had more to offer and had the potential for a bigger role. But it was hard to do anything about the potential when he was constantly finding excuses to leave.

Whenever a scene was going on for too long or Simon was trying to push him to evolve as an actor he would start to look uncomfortable and almost demand to get off the stage. As the director Simon obviously found this problematic, especially since him falling for Jake’s charms was a lot of the reason why he got such a large role in the play.

But the interuptions were becoming an issue and since the play was practically Simon’s baby he knew he would have to do something about it.

On rehearsal that day Jake had been giving an amazing performance as always and Simon was enthralled, he couldn’t tell if it was the acting or Jake’s pleasing appearance. And fuck did Jake’s ass look good in those tight trousers which Simon made sure was part of his costuming. But as always right before Simon could give any constructive criticism of the scene, Jake made a contorted face and scrambled backstage.

Simon had enough and called for the rest of the cast to take a break, and began stalking Jake through the backstage area until he got to a corridor leading to many different rooms and it seems like Simon lost him.

About to give up Simon walked past the cleaning cupboard and heard what sounded like a deep powerful rumble and the faint sounds of relieved breathing. Despite the fear of the unknown Simon felt, if it was Jake behind the door he thought this was as better time than any to confront him. So he opened the door.

He was indeed greeted with the sight of Jake, the tall actor looking shocked being caught cramped inside a storage cupboard, he was also blushing which Simon worked out what was for when he noticed the tent Jake had in his trousers. But what was most shocking was the smell that practically burst out the cupboard, a deep cheesy stench hit Simon making him choke. The unmistakable smell of a fart.

So in spite of all the circumstances all Simon could say from behind the shirt he had pulled over his nose was:

“Fuck Jake did you fart?”

At the accusation Jake’s face quickly changed to irritation and he grabbed Simon’s shirt and pulled him into the small space.

“God get in here I’m not letting anyone else see me like this”

Simon was experiencing sensory overload being suddenly pulled into such a small space cramped with man he was undeniably attracted to, but still annoyed at, and the smell in the room was of stale but obvious flatulence.

“Ugh Jake what are you doing in here, and why’d you pull me in? Is this where you are always running off to? And why does it fucking reek?!?”

Simon’s barrage of questions left him breathless or maybe it was just the smell.

“Dude you’ve got to calm down.”

Simon did not appreciate how indifferent Jake was being but his chill response did calm the atmosphere and the fact that Simon felt the warmth of his breathe so close reminded him of just how close the two were in the cramped room. There was a slightly elongated pause where the two just looked at eachother not sure how to go on.

“But you were right earlier, there’s no point trying to hide it any more, I did fart, I fart a lot actually…”

It was weird to say the least for Simon to hear the dreamy young man say fart so casually, it just didn’t seem like it would be in his nature.

“And that’s why I come here to let it out when I have to, I don’t really want to embaress myself in front of the cast and well you especially.”

That last part confused Simon but he didn’t really have the ability to comprehend it at that time.

“I dunno I also kind of enjoy it, like I know you know how good it feels to let out a stinker right?"

Jake’s demeanour shifted to show his more boyish side but the question threw off Simon even more leaving him even more bewildered at the situation. Jake decided to continue his monologue feeling relieved to finally admit this to someone.

“Like seriously come on hear this and tell me you don’t think it feels amazing”

PHRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPT

Jake scrunched his face a little but still kept his smile as he leaned over to let out the massive blast, Simon had to admit that the vibrations filling the room must have had some satisfaction to it and he could see the pride on Jake’s face as he moaned a little letting it out. But he lost focus on all this when the smell of the fresh fart hit. It was like the tiny room had gained the concentrated smell of a long abandoned cheese shop, the rich rotten smell making Simon have to pinch his nose so as to not pass out immediately.

“Hah come on man it isn’t that bad!” He took a quick sniff and then a little cough “Okay maybe it is pretty rancid, mine tend to always be…”

Finally regaining some of his composure Simon knew that as much as he enjoyed the intimacy with his star actor, he had to remain professional, and also he was starting to think that if he remained in the hot cheesy stink any longer he might melt.

“Umm alright Simon, thanks for telling me about your umm, issue, but I have to get back now…”

As he fiddled with the door a little desperately, Jake was disappointed that his cute director was going so quickly, and he had so much gas left that he wouldn’t be able to follow him back to rehearsal for a while. He grew determined and put and arm on Simon to turn him around and face him, their noses now few centimetres apart.

“Come on Simon don’t go yet, I’ve actually got a few questions for you actually”

Scared but a little excited by the contact all he could mumble out was “What?”

“Firstly why is it that you’ve always got so much attention on me? I swear when I’m on stage you can’t take your eyes off me.”

It was obvious Jake was teasing him but all Simon could respond with was him stumbling over his words and avoiding eye contact, and the more he tried the more he knew he was digging himself a hole. Giggling at how nervous he was making him Jake carried on.

“And secondly why is it that I have to wear these damn trousers?”

As he said it he turned around in the closet and poked his ass out so it was almost touching Simon’s crotch.

“Like fuck these feel like they’re painted on they’re so damn tight, and I did hear you had some say in the costume design…. but hey at least they create some pretty good vibrations if you get what I mean?”

Finishing the sentence Jake winked and confirmed his suspicions when he backed his ass back into what was obviously Simon’s unwilling boner.

PHHHHHHHHHHHRAAAAAARPPP

It was almost like there wasn’t anything between Jake’s hole and Simon’s dick as the gas blasted out. Jake’s grunts letting the fart carry on and on, with the sound of Simon’s moaning at the sensation and the deafening rip of the fart created a cacophony of stinking sound in the tiny room. And it didn’t take long for the smell to waft into both of their noses. Jake taking a deep breathe and sighing enjoying basking in his wretched stink while Simon was gagging still not used to Jake’s powerful anal pheremones.

Simon’s knees went shaky as he slumped down onto the floor but his dick was still very much rigid.

“Fuck Simon I don’t think you understand how good it feels to just stink up a room like this, like my gas has made this closet it’s bitch, and well you as well…

Chuckling Jake realised he hadn’t had this much fun with his gas in ages. Looking down at the cute but barely conscious overstunk director he thought maybe he would treat him and then maybe he’d be more willing to come and accompany him the next times he had to relieve himself.

Simon couldn’t believe his eyes when right in front of him he saw Jake’s ass start to be free of the constrictions of the trousers, the two glowing cheeks making the rank crack in between them look inviting. But it seems the invitation wasn’t exactly optional as the gap between him and the crack closed and soon his nose and face were wedged in it.

Muffled Simon could make out Jake saying:

“I hope you don’t mind having a bit of a stinky siesta in here for a little while, I think it’ll do you some good you seem to overwork yourself, sometimes we need to let go off stuff like that, in fact I’ve got something I have to let go of now…”

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFRRRRRRRRARP

Being so close to the source did no favours for Simon’s practically destroyed nostrils and it didn’t take long before the rotting odour of Jake’s flatulence made him black out in his ass.

Peeling his ass off Simon’s face, Jake made sure to leave him in a comfortable position before he went to inform the rest of the cast they had day off. Once Simon woke up he couldn’t wait to show him how quickly he could stink up the entire stage.

[artificialqueens]

Five Times People Caught Adore & Bianca: Behind the Scenes (Biadore) - doctor bitchcraftt

Companion to the full Five Times People Caught Adore & Bianca, explaining what the two of them were *really* up to when they were discovered.

Read the original stories: Season six, Courtney Act, Michelle Visage, Shangela, Alyssa Edwards

A/N: As the situations and explanations grew continuously more ridiculous, the explanations had to be almost completely mundane.  Let me know if you’d like to see me write these for Courtney and Michelle’s chapters.  Xoxoxoxo, bitchcraftt

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Black and White Drama - Season Six

Walking back into the workroom, Bianca took one look at the confab taking place in the corner and made a neat 90-degree turn to her alcove instead.  While she wouldn’t mind talking with Darienne and DeLa, the last thing she wanted to deal with was the oncoming bout of drama Laganja was doubtless going to stir up.

The rhinestoned evening gloves went back into their mesh bag, followed by her bracelet and heavy earrings, then her wig separated back into sections (most definitely not thrown into a pile like some of the other queens).  Rubbing the indent on her shoulder, she unclipped the oversized sculpted bow, leaving her in just the bodice and ballgown skirt.

A quick glance around didn’t produce anyone who could help her out of the gown.  All of the other girls were still across the room focused on the lipsync surprise.  Adore was the only other one in the process of de-dragging, but it looked like she was too busy untucking to bother.

Bianca pulled the stuffing out of her bra cups before sucking in and twisting her arms to reach for the hooks and zipper.  The bodice came undone with a bit of effort and she started in on the skirt.  After hours on stage and in the lounge, she would be more than happy to have its weight off her padded hips.

The zipper slid down a couple of inches before getting stuck, and she rolled her eyes.  Of course.

Turning her back to the mirror, she could see where the zipper was hung up on the crinoline hoop.  She lifted the entire skirt far enough to slide her fingers under the catch, hoping to work it loose by feel.  It seemed to be snagged on several layers of fabric, which meant she was probably going to need help to avoid ripping any seams.

“Well shit,” she muttered, hiking up the skirt again to give it another try.  

She repeated the process again; this time when the zipper came back up, it caught on part of her corset lacing.  Giving a frustrated tug only resulted in pulling the lacing further, cord caught between the zipper teeth and hoop casing.  The sudden constriction surprised her into to dropping the skirt, its momentum yanking things even tighter.

Bianca gritted her teeth and made another attempt at getting free, but everything was too tangled at that point.  

“Ah…” Her voice came out thin and breathy.  Cursing silently, she leaned out to see if Laganja was done with her moment.

Nope.  Maybe Satan was actually here today.

Instead of wasting air to yell, she grabbed the nearest small object (a box of bobby pins) and lobbed it across room.  It bounced off Adore’s back and she jumped in surprise, looking left and right, but didn’t turn around.

The next thing to hand was a large sequined flower, which tangled itself in Adore’s wig.  She finally looked in her direction in confusion before responding to the urgent ‘come here’ gestures, tights halfway down her legs.

”Why’s your neck all blotchy and stuff?”

Even in her current predicament, Bianca had to fight the urge to roll her eyes.  

“ ‘M stuck,” she gritted out, pointing at her lower back and trying to stay calm.  Never let a bitch see you sweat.  “Can’t breathe.”

Adore immediately reached for a pair of scissors, but Bianca shook her head.  Comprehension dawned (thankfully) and Adore stepped behind her, trying to untangle the snag but only succeeding in making it worse still.  Bianca groaned, then grabbed her arm and lifted the front of the skirt.

”Hoop’s caught…underneath.”  

Adore dropped to her knees in front of her, frowning before sticking her head under the skirt, pushing aside layers of tulle until her hands met at the bottom of Bianca’s corset.  

Bianca's ears were starting to ring, and she dropped the skirt to grab Adore’s shoulders for support, breathing in shallow pants.  Sweat dripped from her hairline, and she really hoped that the skirt wouldn’t require a repair job.  

”Oh god, hurry up,” she forced out.  There was no way she was going to create reality tv drama by passing out on camera - particularly when the operators were all too busy filming in the corner to notice.  So much for safety on set.

“Think I’ve got it?” Adore’s voice was muffled by tulle and organza.  Whatever she did next loosened things enough for Bianca to draw in a little more air.

”Yes, almost there…I can feel it.  Watch the teeth,” she added as Adore tugged on the zipper.

“Chill, girl,” came the response from somewhere near her right hip, “I know how to use one.”

The tension in her corset eased all at once, and she heaved a huge breath.   Considering how little she knew about dress construction, Bianca had to give Adore credit for persistence (and not calling the other girls over to laugh).      

Right as the skirt came loose accompanied by a wave of relief (or maybe that was the blood rushing back into her midsection?), Laganja, DeLa, Darienne, and Joslyn tumbled to the floor less than ten feet away with a loud exclamation.  

Bianca really didn’t want to ask.

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My name is Adore Delano and I’m a messy slut  - Shangela

The door swung shut after Katya, who called out something in Russian and was off in a cloud of blonde hair and eyeball-printed polyester, following Violet, Detox, and Alyssa.

Bianca added a couple more pins to make sure her wig was secure and gave it a last blast of hairspray, eyeing the arrangement of curls with a critical eye.  Beside her, Adore was frowning into the mirror as she dug into her bag of lipsticks.  Several tubes were laid out alongside opened lip liners, but she tossed the last one down with a groan.

”Something wrong?”  Bianca spoke around the bobby pin between her teeth.

”None of these are right.“

Once she could see the other side of Adore’s face, Bianca paused to take in the whole picture.  A series of roughly oval shaped blotches of lipstick covered the side of her neck, in no apparent pattern.  Combined with her red-smeared mouth, she looked like a vampire movie gone wrong.

”Crime scene realness?”

Adore slumped even further in her chair.  

“See, I had this idea for photos.  Like how I’m always saying I’m a messy slut?”

”…right.”  She raised an intrigued eyebrow, not sure where this was going.

”I wanted to make it look like the morning after.  You know, one of those nights you wake up after and don’t remember what happened until you look in the mirror?”

Bianca considered her glum expression in silence for a minute before giving into the urge to try and make her smile instead.  

“Want me to give it a shot?”

Receiving a shrug in response, she grabbed a makeup wipe and reached for a lip liner.  Unfortunately, a few minutes of experimenting with different colors and products left them with only marginally better results.

“None of it looks real enough,” she admitted reluctantly.  “Too bad Katya isn’t here, she’d probably bite your neck for free if you asked.”

Adore paused in scrubbing her neck clean for the fifth time.

”I dunno if the lipstick would show up anyway.  Guess I’ll have to do something else.”

Bianca hated the look of defeat, no matter the cause.  The colors all went on well enough, but it seemed impossible to reproduce the distinctive lip-print texture.  

“Hang on.  What if - let me see -”

She reached out to steady Adore’s chin, dusting her neck with loose powder to create an even surface.  Applying a fresh layer of lipstick, she leaned in and quickly pressed her lips to the freshly powdered skin, ignoring the bitter taste of makeup mixed with remover.

Adore eyed the results in the mirror and perked up. “Huh.”  

”Not bad, actually.”  Bianca had to admit it looked far better than their best attempts at drawing.

”Looks real.  I mean it is real, just it shows up pretty well.”

Bianca nodded and scrutinized her own face, checking for smudges.

“You know…”

”What?”

”Wanna do the rest?”

“Seriously, queen?"  Bianca fixed her eyes on Adore’s best hopefully innocent expression in the mirror.  "The things I do for you.”

Several coats of lipstick later, Adore’s neck was decorated with enough red lip prints that it resembled a Valentine’s Day card.

”That good?”  At this rate, she would have to redo her lip liner.  Again.  

”It needs more, but I dunno how to make it scream ‘messy slut’ to the camera.”

”I thought that would be obvious without the makeup.”

”Fuck all the way off. Although,” Adore tilted her head in a way that usually spelled trouble, “what about hickeys?”

“For real?  I swear I’m gonna go get Katya.”    

“Please B?  Just pretend I’m-“

“Finish that sentence and I really will cut up your wigs.”  

Bianca gave her a dead eye stare, receiving only a pleading pout in response.  

"Fine.  Up,” she pointed at the vanity table, “if I’m doing this right, I can’t lean down that far.”

“You’re the best, B!”

With one more long-suffering huff, she picked a spot over Adore’s collarbone and pressed an open-mouthed kiss onto the skin.  Deliberately not thinking about what it would look like if anyone walked in, Bianca bit down carefully.

Half a second later, she reeled backwards, stars exploding behind her eyes.

“What the fuck?"  Bianca gingerly touched the bridge of her nose where it had collided with Adore’s shoulder when she flinched.

"Sorry!"  Adore sounded simultaneously apologetic and trying to fight off giggles.  "That tickled bad.  Promise I won’t do it again.”

Gripping Adore’s arms firmly to anchor herself, Bianca leaned back in.

“Try not to break my nose this time?”

“Can’t help it, it’s a big target.”

“You’re lucky I love you, bitch, because this is just weird.”

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The Naked Truth - Alyssa Edwards

Bianca didn’t so much wake up as be bludgeoned into consciousness by the headache.  She might have been able to ignore her throbbing temples if they hadn’t been accompanied by the feeling of her brain sloshing around inside of her head.  Her chest felt horribly heavy, and the sheets might as well be a sauna.

There was a reason she liked to stick to wine.  This felt like the mother of all hard alcohol hangovers.

Opening her eyes didn’t help much, because all she could see was a mass of dark hair that seemed to be covering her entire face.  Last night was a slightly blank spot, and Bianca closed her eyes again and tried very hard not to move.

Did she pass out before de-dragging?  It didn’t happen often these days, but it was always a possibility.  That might explain why she was having trouble breathing, except the constriction stretched unevenly from just under her collarbone on the right down across both hips.  

A low groan directly into her ear made her flinch hard enough that her head started spinning.  

Shit.

What was most definitely not a corset resolved itself into an arm and leg rather effectively pinning her in place, at least until the hangover wore off enough that she could pry the limbs off.  

Bianca tried to turn her head to see who might be sharing her bed, feeling stubble brushing against her cheek.

At least it probably wasn’t a woman.  That would be even more awkward.

Whoever it was had their face pressed against her shoulder, breath fanning hot over her throat.  Another groan that sounded more alert was followed by lips pressing purposefully up the side of her neck and the hand starting to slide teasingly across her ribs.

Great.  A morning sex person.  After whatever night she’d had, that was firmly off the table.

Bianca glanced down her own body and silently thanked whatever deity watched over drag queens as the MEOW tattooed on the hand currently roaming her torso swam into focus.

Identity panic resolved, Bianca set about trying to get free.

”Ahh-“ The name caught in her dry throat, and she tried again.

”Adore.”

”Mmmmm….whuh?”  Adore nuzzled the skin behind her ear.

”Do you mind?”

The fingers stopped mid-caress, and Bianca relaxed when the lips pulled away from her neck.  She’d tease Adore about mistaking her for trade after the hangover wore off.  

“Sorry.”

Her sense of relief vanished as she suddenly became aware of two things.  

One, Adore was naked.  That in itself wasn’t an unusual state of being, although she always wore at least underwear to bed if they were sharing.  

Two, and more distressingly, Bianca realized that she was too.

Frozen in place, she met sleepy green eyes with a look of dawning panic as Adore pushed herself up on one arm and raised the other hand to her face.  Glancing down their bare bodies, she voiced Bianca’s sentiments perfectly.

”Oh fuck.”

****

Being a drag queen meant viewing your sisters in various states of undress with the same disinterest as when they were clothed.  The ABCD shared dressing rooms often enough that most of the time, no one even bothered to go into the bathroom to tuck, and Adore was notoriously unselfconscious about standing around in a skimpy thong or nothing at all.  

A drunk Adore was handsy and flirtatious, and being drunk with Bianca tended to erase their already barely existent sense of personal space.  They’d fallen asleep together countless times over the years in any number of locations (tour buses, taxis, Courtney’s living room floor), to the point that waking up tangled around each other was the closest thing to normal.

None of that made waking up naked in bed together any less awkward.

Bianca yanked the sheets around her waist as Adore scrambled back with what was probably an identical expression of shock.

”Ummmm.”

Adore frowned around the pillow she had clutched to her chest.  One eye still had a mostly intact winged liner and streaks of dried melted mascara ran down her other cheek.  Bianca turned to her own reflection in the mirror above the desk, cringing when it revealed actual raccoon-like eyes from the mess of dark eyeshadow smeared up her forehead.

They stared at each other for a few seconds longer, until Bianca thought she could keep her voice steady.

“Do you remember last night?”

“Uhhh…we did a show.  At that club?"  Adore moved the pillow to her lap and tilted her head in thought.

”…yeah.  After that,“ Bianca groaned.  "Also, where the hell are our clothes?”

“Oh.  Here?” She leaned across to the other bed, lifting a pile of pleather and mesh that squelched unappealingly, water dripping onto the carpet.  “Think yours is over there?”

The sequined mini dress she’d worn to perform in was laid on a towel across the table next to the sections of her wig, tights draped over the back of one of the chairs.  She lifted the dress, ignoring the cold air hitting sensitive body parts.

“B?"  Adore had come around the bed and was standing on the other side of the table, wringing water into the wastebasket. “What are you doing?”

Bianca raised her head from sniffing at the dress fabric.  “Smells like bleach.”

“Is it cum?”

“For fuck’s sake Delano, how much cum would it take to soak an entire dress?  I’m not that much of a whore.  And it looks like water.”

“…actually, mine does too.  And I am that slut.”

“Not helpful.”

Her heels were underneath the chair, one on its side and slightly damp.  The other was upright with a small puddle of water still inside, the smell even stronger than her dress.

Sitting back down on the bed, Bianca felt more pieces slide together in her brain with an almost audible click.

“Alyssa bought us shots.  We walked back after, pretty sure we weren’t breaking any public decency laws.”

“Being naked is natural.  People are uptight.”

“Still not helping."  

"Ummmm.” Adore paused with her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth.  On anyone else, it would have looked ridiculous.

“Hey, I remember!  There were hot guys in the pool.”

“…chlorine.”

“Oh.  Oh!  Right.”

“Bet you went in fully dressed.”

Adore fumbled on the other nightstand for her phone, scrolling to the camera roll, then burst out laughing.

Bianca snatched it from her unresisting fingers and blinked in surprise.  The last photo was a selfie, with a grinning Adore in a sopping wet wig, makeup running down her face.  Next to her, a much less amused and equally waterlogged Bianca, normal pouf of curls hanging limp across her shoulder and eyelashes missing.

“I’m not going to ask how I ended up in the pool, but I’m willing to bet it’s your fault.”

“Hey!  That’s not fair.”

“It’s usually your fault.”

“…true.”

Someone knocked on the door, startling them both.  Bianca checked the clock - 10:30 am.  Probably one of the other queens wondering where they were.

Alyssa’s voice came through the door, loud and clear, and she sighed.  Shifting, she checked for something to put on, but other than the still-wet drag, there didn’t seem to be anything else to hand.  The knocking became more insistent, and Bianca called back a reply.

She looked at Adore, who shrugged and stood up to start digging in her suitcase.

“Great,” Bianca muttered, grabbing a pillow off the bed.  “the Haus of Edwards is going to have a field day over this.”

[corvo-bianco-lilacs]

Okay my lovely anon!

Pregnant lady fluff that starts as very angsty #1: Sabrina

Trigger Warning my lovelies: Rape and heavy delving into mental illness, specifically depression.

Please read at your discretion.

I would like to thank @enid--an-gleanna for her lovely contribution in helping me brainstorm these ideas!

You’re the greatest!!

This is super long already, so I’m going to split it into two parts. This will also be the same for Ida as well. Please let me know what you think! I always take kind reviews and constructive criticism!

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The darkness that had clouded her vision slowly dissipated, and she found herself face down in the grass of the surrounding woods. The last she remembered, she had been arguing with some advisor or another over their need of her magic, the next, total darkness. It was only after a few moments that she felt the pain that was radiating through her body, but mostly concentrated at her pelvis. She managed to tilt her head just enough to gaze down at the pain, and found herself gazing into the green eyes of her assailant, the same advisor that she had been arguing with before the darkness had claimed her, his hands digging painfully into her hips as he took advantage of her prone state.

She struggled to move her arms, and found that she was wearing Dimeritium shackles when she attempted to use her magic. The man released her hip, bringing his hand up to her hair and grabbing a fistful of it, painfully ripping her head back as he pounded into her.

“You sorceresses think you’re so high above us non-magic users, but forget that you’re also just simple human wenches.” He shoved her face back into the dirt, bringing his hand back to her hip. “The only thing you bitches will ever be good for is a quick fuck.”

Tears pooled in her eyes, but her screams refused to leave her throat. She heard him laugh behind her, taking pleasure in her misery.

“Seems you already know your place, whore.” He spat, painfully clawing her back, leaving angry red welts on her pale skin. “Silence better suits you.”

She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, and couldn’t let the tears fall. She simply laid there, hoping that it would be over soon. Hoping that he would leave her alone and remove himself from between her aching thighs.

She heard him grunting as he picked up his pace, pushing her just a little further into the ground as he thrust painfully into her. A few moments later, he clenched her hips painfully in his hands, and she could feel the painful warmth as he filled her with his seed, dropping her to the ground once he had finished. He stood from the ground, fastened his trousers, and left, leaving her alone, violated, and half naked in the forest. Only when she was sure he was gone did the tears finally fall freely down her cheeks. And only then did she release the sobs that had gathered in her throat.

When she finally regained her ability to move, she slowly pushed herself up onto her knees, readjusted her dress over her bleeding thighs, then used the tree beside her to slowly stand up, unsteady as she leaned against the sturdy bark. Without the ability to teleport, she slowly walked back to her hidden cabin, pushing the door open and making her way inside. She collapsed onto a nearby chair, a yelp of pain escaping her as she slowly shifted to stop the pain from radiating through her body. She sat there for some time, simply staring at the far wall, her vision cloudy with tears as she replayed everything that had transpired during the attack. She eventually stood and made her way over to her megascope, calling for any of her Lodge sisters to take the Dimeritium from her wrists. Surprisingly to her, Yennefer was the first to respond.

“Sabrina?” Yen questioned, gazing at the flickering image of Sabrina. “What’s going on? Your megascope is acting up.”

“Yenna…” Her voice was absolutely broken, and Yen immediately became protective.

“Sabrina, what happened? Where are you? Are you okay?”

“Yenna…” A sob pushed past her throat once more, and Yen immediately replied.

“Where are you? I will be there in an instant, I just need to know where you are.”

“I’m... I’m shackled...” She cried, the tears spilling down her pale cheeks.

“I’m bringing Geralt with. He’ll be able to help remove Dimeritium, if that is what you’re shackled with.”

“Yes...”

“Sit, Sabrina. We’ll be there soon.”

The connection faded immediately, and the silence surrounded her once more, plaguing her with the thoughts that spun through her mind. She collapsed onto the floor, curling into a ball as her cries echoed through the cabin.

The sound of a portal opening outside touched her ears, but she didn’t move. The front door slamming open didn’t stop her tears. She flinched when she felt Yenna’s hand gently touch her shoulder, and a frustrated sigh came from Yen’s lips. Her touch was tender, soft, motherly as she gently soothed Sabrina from her thoughts, slowing her tears, then finally stopping her sobs all together.

“Can you sit up for me? I need Geralt to take those shackles off of your wrists.” Yen spoke, her voice soft as she gently took hold of Sabrina’s shoulder once more.

Sabrina did as she was asked, slowly easing herself upright. Yen gently took one of her wrists, noticing the bruises that had formed on her pale skin. A sharp breath came to her, her eyes coming to rest on Sabrina’s own.

“Sabrina... What happened to you...” Yen questioned, her voice cracking slightly as she gingerly held Sabrina’s arm.

Geralt stayed back, watching the two of them talk. He heard everything as Sabrina told Yen about the assault, the fact that the beast had left her alone in the middle of the forest, and what he had said to her. His blood boiled, and all he could hear was the sound of it flooding his ears. His fists clenched painfully at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

“Geralt...” Yen called, bringing his attention back to her. “Please, can you take these shackles off of her so that I can properly heal her wounds?”

“Yeah...” He came and kneeled in front of Sabrina, noticing the way she flinched when he lowered before her. “Can I touch you?” He questioned, his hands on the floor as he gazed at her.

She slowly nodded her head, and he removed the shackles as quickly as he could, freeing her wrists and noticing the cuts that had formed from how tightly they had been on her wrists. He moved away once more, leaving the girls together as he stepped outside with the shackles, placing them in the dirt before setting them on fire with a powerful shot of Igni.

Yen slowly set about healing each wound on Sabrina’s body, her hands hovering over every wound that she saw, forcing the wounds to heal. Once the more visible wounds were healed, she gathered Sabrina in her arms and brought her to the bedroom, asking her to undress so that she could heal the other wounds on her body.

Sabrina did as she was asked, allowing her torn dress to fall to the floor around her feet. Yen choked back a small sob as she saw the angry welts and long bruises on Sabrina’s back. She immediately set about healing them, ever mindful of each time Sabrina flinched at the faintest touch. Once her back was adequately healed, she had Sabrina sit on the bed so that she could tend to the bruises on her hips, as well as the wounds on her thighs.

The most outspoken member of the Lodge was deathly quiet as Yen healed her, and it broke Yen’s heart to see the poor girl this way. She healed her as quickly as she could, grabbed a new set of clothes for her, and gingerly helped her dress for bed. Once Sabrina was comfortably in bed, Yen told her not to hesitate to call on her again. Sabrina nodded her head, her eyes unfocused as she gazed at the wall behind Yen. Knowing the poor girl would suffer nightmares and be unable to sleep, Yen enchanted her to sleep, clearing her mind of any thoughts related to the incident so that she could sleep peacefully.

She rejoined Geralt outside and immediately fell into his arms, tears slipping down her cheeks as she hugged him tightly.

“Geralt...”

“I know...” He replied, anger radiating in his voice. “Let’s go back to the estate for now... If she needs us, she’ll call.”

Yen nodded in response, conjuring up a portal to take them back to Corvo Bianco.

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Sabrina woke nearly two days later, glancing around her room as everything slowly flooded back to her mind. A deep set rage slowly filled her body, and she jumped out of bed, dressed with the snap of her fingers, grabbed her staff and left her cabin, her eyes glowing as she made her way towards the city.

She didn’t need to travel too far, because the same advisor was also searching for her in the Kaedwin forests. She made her approach, malice glittering in her eyes, calling his attention to her as she approached. Before he could utter a word, she had used her magic to push him into the bark of a large oak, crushing his ribs as she did so. He coughed blood, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at her. She came to stand before him, mere inches away, and allowed her voice to be heard.

“You dared violate me... Desecrate my body for your needs...” She clenched her fingers closer together, squeezing the air from his lungs. “And now you will die like the useless hound that you are... At my hands.”

She pointed her staff at him, her magic bubbling at its end, and released a powerful fireball at the frightened man. When the blast hit, only then did she release her hold on him, listening to his pained howl as he burst into flames beneath the tree. She contained the flames before they could spread to the tree, her anger sated with the death of the man who had taken advantage of her in these very woods. With a final glance at the charred bark of the tree, she turned on her heels and returned to her cabin, shutting herself away so that she could quickly move her home elsewhere.

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She had readjusted to life in Toussaint, choosing to stay far from the city of Beauclair and its surrounding villages as she learned to trust people again. It had only been a handful of weeks since she had killed the advisor, and she had teetered on sickness for several days. When she could take no more, she turned to Yennefer, calling her to ask her to come see her. When Yennefer arrived moments later, a soft sigh of relief passed through her.

“What is it, Sabrina? You sounded worried over our connection.”

“I seem to have contracted a strange illness since I’ve been in Toussaint, and I’m not entirely sure why or what it is.” The red-head explained.

“Describe your symptom for me, please.” Yen asked, taking in the sight of Sabrina’s paler skin and the exhaustion in her eyes. Once Sabrina had explained all of her symptoms to Yen, a sad smile came to the raven-haired sorceresses face.

“What? What is it?” Sabrina questioned, gazing into Yen’s eyes.

“Sabrina... Those are all common symptoms of pregnancy...” Yen spoke, her voice soft as she gazed at the woman before her, watching the pure shock that came to her face. “I only know because I went through the same things when I was pregnant with my daughter, and now again with my second child.”

“Pregnant...?” Sabrina questioned, her voice quivering as she looked at Yen. “N-no... That can’t be... I can’t be pregnant...”

She fell back into the chair, eyes wide with shock as she processed what Yenna had just told her. Yen came to her side, her hands coming to rest on her shoulders as she tried to ease her out of her downward thoughts.

“Sabrina... Dear, listen to me.” Yen spoke, her voice soothing as she kneeled down to gaze into Sabrina’s eyes.

“I... I can’t be pregnant... I just can’t be...” Sabrina cried, tears falling down her cheeks as she stared at the floor.

“Sabrina, look at me please.” Yen coaxed, finally breaking through to Sabrina, who’s eyes came up to meet hers. “Everything will be okay. I can help you do whatever you decide. If you want to keep the baby, I can help you throughout the pregnancy. If you want to give it up for adoption, I can help you find fitting parents. If you want to terminate the pregnancy, I can help you do so. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you need me to do.”

Sabrina sat quiet for some time, her thoughts jumbled with every possibility; if the child would look like the man who sired it, if she could live with the fact that she ended a life that she was partly responsible in creating, how she had even become pregnant in the first place due to her supposedly being sterile, and most importantly, if she would be a good mother. When her thoughts dropped to her chosen outcome, she looked back into Yen’s eyes.

“I wish to keep it...” She whispered, her voice hoarse, but confident. “I wish to raise this baby... But I cannot do it alone...”

“I can help you, and I’m sure the Lodge will stand beside you and help you raise the baby.” She gently took hold of Sabrina’s arms, a smile coming to her lips. “You will make a fine mother.”

“I hope so, Yenna… I hope so.”

[chockfullofsecrets]

Class 1-A vs. Tickle Might: Part 1

<< Prologue (in case you’re wondering what’s going on) :: Part 2 >>

(A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who offered their kind feedback, especially @gigglingknight ! 2.7k words and 4 kids - Mineta’s not getting back up again - down, 16 to go! Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think - favorite scene, constructive criticism - your feedback will keep me awake at night to write part 2!)

The forty combined eyes of class 1-A were locked on All Might as he leapt gracefully from the wall of the training grounds, passing overhead and descending in a lazy arc into the mock city before them.

“He moves like a missile,” Momo said thoughtfully. “You would think such a big person would be less aerodynamic.”

Other students were less calm. “He’s gonna kill us all!” Mineta yelled. “I won’t get to enjoy my summer break at all!”

Hagakure clung to Ojiro’s arm. “Guys, I bet Aizawa-sensei sent him to beat us up before training camp. He probably thinks we won’t cause as much trouble if we’re all in full-body casts!”

Ojiro laughed, but he too was looking at the cluster of buildings in obvious dismay. “All Might’s the number one hero, he wouldn’t just indiscriminately fight us. I think.”

Even Aoyama’s sparkle was a little dimmed, his eyes wide in alarm behind his visor. “Mon dieu, didn’t you see what he did to Bakugou and Midoriya? His smile was as twinkling as ever, but… it was scary!”

“And he’s at full strength this time,” Satou added, his big lips pursed.

Those of them who were afraid edged closer to one other, clutching at armor and fabric and hands as if hoping they would fuse together into a single pro capable of taking on the Number One Hero. A select few, though, prepared to rally.

“It’ll be all right, guys!” Deku was smiling. Of course he was. “There’s a lot of us, and we have more experience using team attacks now! I’m sure we can impress All Might and Aizawa-sensei!”

Iida frowned. “Won’t it be easier for him to find us if we all stay in a group?”

“Maybe, but I feel safer with you guys!” Sero said.

“Yeah!”

“Let’s come up with a plan!”

A familiar snarl filled the air. “You extras can plan all you want!” Bakugou announced. “I’m going to face him head on! The only thing that would make me surrender is having to listen to you idiots for another minute!” He spun on his heel and stalked off, quickly disappearing behind the piles of concrete.

Kirishima grinned. “Guess I know what I’m doing, then.”

Mineta howled. “Just let him die! He’s really annoying! And if you get caught in the crossfire between him and All Might there’s no way you’ll survive.”

He shrugged. “Maybe, but I can’t just let him go in alone! And besides, what could be a manlier last sight on Earth than those two going at it?”

“I’ll come too,” Mina said, bouncing up and down on her toes. “I want to watch! And maybe I can get some surprise attacks in with my acid!”

The two of them headed off together after Bakugou, cheerily waving a goodbye to the rest of the group. Kaminari waved back at them like it was the last he would ever see of his two friends. Jirou scoffed and turned to look at the two planners left in their group. “Let’s call them the distraction, then… Momo, Midoriya, do you guys have any ideas?”

Bakugou’s arms throbbed inside his gauntlets.

The wounds from his finals match had been healed by Recovery Girl  - the old hag had been surprised that he’d been hurt so bad, even though Deku was in the next bed over with a shitty bruised spine, as if he wasn’t just as dedicated to winning even if it means shattering every bone in his damn arm – but the memory of just how much it hurt was still in there.

He almost wished Kirishima was here to guard his back. Shitty Hair could take a punch, at least. Maybe even one of All Might’s. But he didn’t need him to win. All he needed was the chance to get in one good blow of his own this time –

A sound behind him. He whirled around, one sweat-filled hand slinging behind him with even more force. As soon as he could see his target, he would –

Something closed around his wrist. A sudden jerking sensation as his arm was pulled upwards, and the explosion seared harmlessly into the air.

All Might was holding him suspended by one hand. Like a freaking ragdoll. “Ah, young hero! I might have expected you to come face me head-on.”

Instead of replying, he tried to blast the man with his other hand. It joined the other above his head just as quickly, held in that same massive grip. “What are you doing? DON’T RESTRAIN ME, YOU SHITTY – let me fight, old man!”

All Might propped his free hand on his hip. “A brave face, huh? You must really want a rematch. I think your sleeveless uniform’s really going to put you at a disadvantage in this round…”

He cocked his hand, fingers spread stiffly for a grab or chop, and Bakugou wasn’t afraid, he wasn’t, but that didn’t keep his body from flinching, a fruitless attempt to protect himself from the painful blow.

His captor paused. “Young Bakugou, are you – are you frightened of me?”

“No.”

He lowered his arm enough for Bakugou to get his feet on the ground – still up on his toes, but at least he wasn’t hanging there like a sack of meat. “My boy, I must say that I’m very sorry about the end of our last battle. I wouldn’t have stopped you so forcefully if I didn’t think you were about to seriously injure yourself.”

“I’m not fucking afraid, okay? Just hit me already so I can hit back.”

All Might looked unconvinced. “Ah, that’s… good, young hero! Such an indomitable spirit!” His smile grew impossibly wider. “Besides, you won’t come to any harm today!”

“Oh yeah? Then what the fuck are we here to do, talk each other into submission? And what do you mean, I’m at a disadvantage because my uniform doesn’t have sleeves?”

“Ah, yes.” All Might cocked his hand again. His fingers were wiggling this time, and somehow this spiked Bakugou’s apprehension in an entirely different way. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

He’d never put much thought into a costume redesign, but as All Might’s evil hands came in contact with his bare armpits he decided that he needed more armor. Immediately. “W-whahaHAT! THE HEHEHELL?!” His palms were sparking uselessly into the sky, face bent into a helpless grin, and shit he was glad that none of the others in his class were here right now.

It was a relief, almost, not to be thrust into another bloody fight with his hero, but that didn’t stop him from kicking and screaming bloody murder, still on his tiptoes as he strained for some leverage to protect himself. All Might was chuckling. “I think this is the first time I’ve seen you smile, young Bakugou! A very good imitation of my trademark, but perhaps we can do better!”

“NOHO – nowecan’t – AHAHA!” His entire torso was helpless under the attack, and his face hurt from smiling so hard. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it anymore. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

All Might let him down gently, giving one last triumphant laugh as he patted Bakugou on the back. “An admirable effort, my boy.”

“I didn’t even do anything,” he mumbled into the ground. Was he still grinning? He was, like an idiot. He was an idiot. This was terrible.

Footsteps skidded into the street. “Bakubro, we heard you screaming – laughing? – oh shit, he’s here-”

Bakugou forced his head up. Kirishima and Mina. They’d probably followed him in.

He snorted. “You’re next, morons. Better run if you’re ticklish.”

They’d worked three-quarters of the way through a plan involving Sero’s tape (just. So much tape), Tsuyu’s mucus secretion, and a titanium bondage set from Momo when an explosion roared through the air.

“Kacchan,” Deku gasped. His theory was confirmed when the explosion died down only to be replaced with cursing at only a slightly reduced volume. And then there was the screaming.

“Such darkness,” Tokoyami intoned. “It will swallow us all.”

The screams continued, Bakugou sounding truly desperate. “OKAY nonONO not thaHAT just fucking STOP I GIVE I GIVE!”

Mineta fainted.

The racket tapered off at last, All Might’s laugh echoing tinnily in their ears as they all shivered. “Do you think he’s still alive?” Uraraka whispered. “Man, this is scary.”

Deku’s mind raced. The other students were thinking frantically too, but he had two pieces of information that no one else knew.

The first: In all the videos he’d seen of All Might, he’d never heard of him making a villain beg for mercy. All Might preferred to harm the villains he captured as little as possible, making it easier to the police to detain them without having to provide medical treatment and having the added effect of minimizing property damage.

The second: He’d grown up with Kacchan, who had never been in the habit of screaming in anything other than rage. The only thing that had ever made him howl like that had happened when they were little, and it was – it was –

Oh.

“Midoriya’s about to faint,” Todoroki said.

“Deku?” Uraraka shook him. “What’s going on?”

He swallowed. “We need to split up and hide. Now.”

The class looked at each other in alarm. If even he couldn’t maintain his determination…

They were all going to die.

“We’re not going to die!” Mina gushed. “This is so fun! This is fantastic!”

She and Kirishima were sprinting away from All Might as fast as they could, taking corners at random in hopes that they would lose him. “Yeah, if we can make it back to the others, they’ll definitely be less scared!”

“Are you certain of that, young hero?”

They both skidded to a stop, but Kirishima still crashed into All Might’s massive chest and rebounded onto the ground. Mina shot past them both with a shriek. “All Might!”

The man crouched over him. “I was surprised not to find you with your friends, young Kirishima.”

“We were trying to find Bakugou,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his head. “Mina and I are really bad with directions though, so we got lost until we heard him screaming.”

“It seems you arrived at the perfect time to become my next victim,” the hero intoned, and wow that smile was the most ominous thing he’d ever seen now.

“I – haha –“ Kirishima spluttered, before remembering that he had a quirk. “Ha!” he exclaimed, activating his quirk and feeling immensely relieved as his skin hardened to a rock-like texture. “There’s no way you can tickle me now!”

“It will be more difficult,” All Might mused. Suddenly, he yanked one of Kirishima’s boots off. “I wonder, do your palms and soles harden as well?”

Kirishima, who’d had his quirk for all of twelve years, suddenly couldn’t remember. He glanced frantically at one of his hands and mentally cheered. “Ah, they do.”

All Might frowned, as much as he could frown. “If all your skin hardens, it’s pretty surprising that you can move at all…” Taking Kirishima’s foot gently in his hand, he rotated it right and left. “If this works, then…”

Kirishima felt something brush against his ankle, and without thinking, snickered at the ticklish sensation.

All Might’s grin came back in full force. Hesitantly, Kirishima offered him a weak smile. “Uh… maybe I just have a really cool quirk… and tickling definitely won’t work on me?”

Turned out, his ankles were traitors. A few scratches from All Might and he was already giggling frantically, his other foot drumming against the ground as he tried to roll over and crawl away. Even worse, as he lost focus his quirk began to waver, and despite his effort of squeezing his eyes shut and trying to will the laughter away he could feel his protective shell softening around him.

“Not so tough now, young hero,” All Might teased, and Kirishima groaned internally at the joke as his torture became a thousand times worse. The soles of his feet, the soft skin behind his knees – even squeezing his calf produced a new wave of laughter from him.

He couldn’t take it. No wonder Bakugou had been collapsed on the ground. “Mihihina…. MINA, HELP!”

A pair of pink arms wound themselves around All Might’s neck – Mina, jumping on his back. “Hi! All Might-sensei, can I go next?”

The tickling eased up a little as All Might turned his head to smile at her. “You know, my girl, this is technically a test.”

She pouted. “I know, but… tickling! I already failed my practical anyway, so I’m sure I’ll have to take the remedial classes. I might as well relax and have some fun while I can instead of running! Right, Kirishima?”

Panting, he considered this situation. This was definitely more fun than a fight, and it was really nice after the nightmare of preparing for finals. “Heh… yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“I can hardly refuse such a polite request,” All Might proclaimed grandly, “but first, I need to hear a surrender from young Kirishima here!” He reached a hand up to scratch at Kirishima’s ribcage, the boy squeaking as he tried to bat it away.

“I could help,” Mina offered slyly.

“No, yOU CAHAN’T!” Two pairs of hands hovered over him, Mina reaching over All Might’s shoulder with her evilest grin. “Wait, wait, I give!”

All Might roared with laughter, offering Kirishima a hearty embrace as he wobbled to his feet. “A smart decision! She’s very determined!”

He glared half-heartedly at Mina, shaking his head with a rueful grin. “I’m going to get you for this.” He turned to All Might. “Do we get to watch the others?”

“You do have to leave the training ground. However, your Aizawa-sensei’s in the evaluation room. If he permits you to enter, then you can watch with him!”

“Cool! I’ll see you there, Ashido.” He looked around. “Which way is the exit again?”

As he left, Mina prepared to jump off All Might and take off – she felt like running at least a little bit, after seeing how wrecked Kirishima looked. But before she could so much as loosen her grip, All Might spoke in a decidedly villainous voice. “Well, young Ashido, this means it’s your turn now.”

He grabbed her uniform and yanked, and the next thing she knew she had tumbled over his shoulder and straight into his arms with a surprised shout. He dropped to the ground, cross legged, and released her unceremoniously into his lap. “Wow, you move… really fast, sensei!”

All Might chuckled. Evilly. “You said you wanted to relax, young hero? Perhaps you’d like a massage?” His fingers dug into the muscle at the back of her shoulders, and she found herself squealing with laughter as they hunched up instinctively. “Hm… you don’t look very relaxed. Maybe a different technique?” Said technique was a light massaging of her ribcage that had her curled into a shaking ball, giggling her head off. “This seems a bit harsh… are you really having fun, young Ashido?”

“Yehehes!” she giggled, burying her head in his shoulder. “Lohots of fun!”

His breath stirred her hair as he huffed with laughter. “All right, then.” He continued happily, paying special attention to her neck when he discovered that tickling her there produced actual cackles. She lasted for nearly three minutes before slapping at his hands and gasping breathlessly for mercy.

All Might waited until she caught her breath to move, standing them up together. She jumped onto him once more, offering him a hug from the front this time. He returned it slowly, a little surprised but pleased nonetheless. “You’ve had your fun, young Ashido! I hope you’ll apply as much dedication to attaining mastery of your studies!”

“I will”, she promised, climbing to his shoulder and somersaulting off to the ground. “Thanks a lot, All Might-sensei! It’s really nice of you and Aizawa-sensei to do this for us!”

He had to point her in the direction of the exit as well. She left with a cheerful smile, and he smiled in return as he cracked his knuckles.

Time to find his next target.

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Sticks and Stones

A/N: Remember that Roman angst I hinted at? Well, here it is. Apparently, Marin (aka ssides) inspired me to write a thing a while back, and I’m finally posting it. This is kind of a companion piece to “Perfectionism Killed the Prince...But Love Brought Him Back” but not as angsty. 

Summary: In which Roman is having a bad week, so he goes through and looks for Prince hate stuff. The Sides try to help, but eventually come together for the best case solution.

Word Count: 3,853

Characters/Pairings: Roman, Patton, Virgil, Logan (platonic/familial LAMP/CALM)

Genres: Angst(ish), turns into Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: self-deprecation, cyberbullying, crying, arguing, yelling, implications of perfectionism (let me know if I missed any!)

Tags:  @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @ssides @pantasticpanini @anxious-but-whatever @celiawhatsherlastname @misc-merde @anxiousoddish @didsomeonesayprince @fandomsofrandom @leesacrakon  (let me know if you’d like to be added to or removed from my general tags list)

 Sometimes, when you’re having a bad day, you want to escape from the world, enshroud yourself in a cocoon of social ignorance, and wait out the storm. Often times, Roman is this kind of person; usually, he blasts Disney music or distracts himself with creation to keep the negativity at bay.

Today, however, isn’t one of those days. Roman doesn’t want to ignore the hate, the trolls, the spam comments.

He does deserve it, after all, does he not?

He’s only produced garbage ideas all week long, so it’s only natural that people should lash out against him. He’s only ever caused conflict in a Sides video, so why shouldn’t people complain? He’s only ever antagonized the other Sides, so why shouldn’t loyal fans call him out?

They should. They should. They should.

“Hey, Virge?” Patton asked, glancing over his shoulder at the Side slouched at the kitchen table.

“Yeah?” The Anxious Side didn’t even look up from his phone.

“Can you go get Roman, please? This is almost ready.”

“Do I have to? His room is just so…extra.” His lip curled in disgust.

“I think it’s fun!” Patton smiled, and he shot the slouching Side one of his signature puppy-dog looks. “Pleeeeeaaase, Virge? I don’t want to leave this alone.”

“But Patton, we’re in the MindScape, nothing’s-oh whatever.” Virgil sighed and stood, knowing full well that arguing with Patton was useless. “Be back in a minute.”

“Okay, thanks, kiddo!” Patton started to hum as he stirred up whatever was boiling in the pot in front of him.

With a small shake of his head (and an even smaller grin), Virgil sunk out of the kitchen and into the hallway in front of Roman’s room.

“Roman?” Virgil knocked on the Prince’s door, surprised to find the knob locked. “Hey, Roman? Patton wants you to come downstairs. He made….something…”

“I am not ready at present, but I will come down when I am, thank you, Virgil.”

Virgil’s chest began to pound. Princey sounded….angry? Sad? Some weird, uncomfortable combination of the two? Whatever it was, he didn’t like it, and it instantly set his instincts on edge.

“Hey, Roman, are you…okay?” He heard Roman try to quietly clear his throat.

“Yes, of course, Virgil, I’m fine.”

Virgil bit his lip, knowing something was up, but also knowing how stubborn Roman could be. “Uh, okay, then, I’m going back down, but you need to come, okay?”

“I will. Thank you.”

Virgil sighed for the second time in 10 minutes and decided to take the long way back to the kitchen.

As he padded down the stairs, he saw Logan still settled in on the couch, his nose buried in Carl Sagan’s “Pale Blue Dot.”

“Hey, Logan, food time.” Virgil approached the Logical Side and tapped him on his knee to pull him out of his reverie. “Also, haven’t you read that already?”

“Yes, but there is definite benefit to reading a work on multiple occasions, particularly if said work is by Carl Sagan. Also,” Logan sighed, marking his place. “I don’t see why Patton goes through the trouble of cooking for us. We do not actually require physical sustenance, and even if we did, Roman could simply conjure food for us.”

“I think he likes it.” Virgil’s gaze strayed toward the Side happily humming in front of their kitchen stove. “Gives him…purpose, or something, you know?”

“Perhaps…”

“Good evening, Space Bland!” Virgil flinched at the Creative Side’s sudden, loud entrance; he turned sharply, throwing Roman a peeved glare to which the Prince returned an apologetic grin. “I see you’ve found a new novel to nerd over.”

“It is not a novel, Roman-“

“I know, I know, it’s an informational, expository text; I was going for the alliteration there, Logan. Work with me for once, man.” Roman’s tone had a hint of a bite to it, but he quickly covered the action with a dramatic, what one could call, stage sniff. “Oh, Patton, precious Padre, that smells heavenly! Your culinary craft really has improved!” Roman strode grandly into the kitchen and grabbed Patton from behind, wrapping the father figure in a warm bear hug that lifted the smaller trait off the ground.

“Well, thanks, kiddo!” Patton choked out with what breath wasn’t forced out by Roman’s tight embrace. “I know you like spaghetti, so I really tried to do it like Joan showed Thomas this time.”

“You’ve done well, Padre, and you effort is acknowledged!” The Prince set Patton back on the floor and sat in his place at the kitchen table, idly scrolling through his phone while he waited for the food to be done.

Virgil quietly left Logan to finish the chapter of his book and silently slipped into his chair across from Roman. The Anxious one studied the Creative Side’s features carefully, noting the slight downturn of his lips and eyes and the hint of a crinkle on his forehead. He watched, his eyes widening a bit, when Roman roughly hit the home button on his IPhone, sighing to himself and seeming to click onto a different app.

“Everything okay over there, Princey?”

“What?” Roman didn’t even look up from his phone; Virgil could see the light blue of the Twitter loading screen reflecting off Roman’s face and eyes. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Fine.”

Roman’s eyes suddenly scrunched together; the prince bit his lip and slammed the phone down on the table.

“Whoa, kiddo, everything okay?” Patton jumped a bit and turned to face Roman. He plastered on his best care-free smile, but his eyes radiated concern.

“Y-yeah, fine, of course. I’m just going to….wash up.” Roman explained lamely, rising quickly and taking the stairs two at time.

“Well…that was-“

“Weird. Odd. Unsettling. Foreboding.” Virgil grumbled, reaching for Roman’s phone before Patton’s indignant tone brought him to a screeching halt.

“Virgil Sanders! What are you doing? That’s Roman’s phone!”

“Pat, there’s something wrong with Roman. When I want to get him earlier, he was acting really weird, and now this? I want to see what’s up.” Virgil flipped over the phone and managed to tap on the screen right before it went dark. His eyes scrutinized the screen for just a second before a frown re-shaped his entire countenance.

“You may think my precious Logan’s an egghead, but at least he’s not an Egomaniacal Prince!”

“Virge, what’s wrong?” Patton came behind Virgil’s chair and looked over his shoulder.

“The Prince character is so obsessed with himself that if he saw himself in the mirror, he’d fall in love and never leave that spot. #Narcissist.”

The fatherly trait’s eyes instantly filled with tears when he read the text on the screen. “Roman’s….reading hateful things about himself?”

“Roman is so bossy! He’s bringing them all down by trying to be in control all the time!”

“What the heck?!” Virgil’s voice was laced with concern. “Princey….why would he do this?!”

“Why would I do what?” Roman asked as he breezed back into the room, his familiar smile on his lips before he registered the presence of his phone in Virgil’s grasp. “Virgil.” Roman began evenly. “Why do you have my phone?”

“Because you’ve been acting like a-“

“You’ve been…off…and we were concerned.” Patton cut in, shooting Virgil a look.

“You could have simply asked me instead of commandeering my phone.” Roman’s tone was ice.

“I tried to ask you, remember? Upstairs? And you ignored me!” Virgil bit back, turning the phone so that the screen faced Roman. “And WHAT is this? Why are you reading this garbage?!”

“Just for….constructive criticism….”

“These aren’t constructive!” Virgil cried, flipping the screen back around. “’Roman is such a bully.’ ‘That prince character annoys me; he needs to tone it down.’ ‘I hate-‘”

“Enough!” Roman erupts, roughly snatching the phone from Virgil’s hand and quickly turning from the other two Sides. Before he can stalk out, though, Logan is in front of him and blocking the doorway.

“What is happening in here? Why the sudden commotion?”

“Roman’s reading hate comments about himself.” Virgil deadpanned, and Roman threw him a bitter glare.

“Roman? Is this true? Why would you engage in such illogical behavior?”

“It’s not illogical, Admiral Apathy.” Roman bit off. “It’s gathering input from our fans on how I can improve.”

“Come on, Princey,” Virgil rose and came up beside Roman. “You don’t believe any of that crap, do you?” Virgil sighed and swiped at Roman’s phone, barely missing the device as Roman jerked his hand away.

“I…..maybe.”

“Stop it.” Virgil looked him square in the eye. “I know what you’re doing. You’re feeling bad about yourself, so you’re throwing a pity party and looking up hate on the internet as the main event.”

“I-“

“I’ve done it, too, and I can tell you it doesn’t make anything better. You still feel crummy afterward, but now you have a whole new set of insults to throw at yourself.” Virgil suddenly looked exhausted. “Look, Princey-Roman. It doesn’t so you any good to sit there and feel bad about yourself. Trust me. You have to get up and prove to yourself that you’re better than that.”

“But…” Three pairs of eyes widened as Roman’s lips trembled, his voice quiet and quivering. “But what if…I’m not?” The Prince swallowed a sob and sunk out of the kitchen before any of the other three could react.

“Ah, geez.” Virgil mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck as he gazed at the spot Roman had only just occupied and wondered how they were going to fix this one.

“Hey…Princey?” Virgil knocked lightly on Roman’s door, cursing himself for giving into Patton’s idea of playing rock-paper-scissors to see who would go after Roman first. After a few beats of silence, he continued. “I….uh….I’m sorry I stole your phone and looked at it. That was….a crummy thing to do, and I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy. Forgive me?”

Silence.

“Logan, you’ll have to talk some sense into him.” Virgil rubbed his eyes, groaning as he fell back onto their couch. “He won’t listen to me.”

“I shall do my utmost.” Logan assured him, straightening his glasses and shoulders as he sank out of the Common Room.

Logan approached Roman’s room, pulling out a small lock picking set from his back pocket. He’ll probably wish he’d never conjured this for me after this…

“Hey, what the-”

“Roman,” Logan threw the Creative trait’s door open. “I apologize for not knocking first, but, considering your current state, I doubt that you would have answered my calls anyway.”

“You’re not wrong there, Four-Eyes.” Roman mumbled, still scrolling through his phone. He’d wiped all traces of his sorrow from his face.

“Roman, this sort of behavior is highly illogical and not useful. You’re really only stroking your own ego this way, but in a sick, childish form of-“

“You wouldn’t understand, Logan!” Roman suddenly screamed, jumping up from the bed and throwing his phone down. “You don’t get emotions, right? You’re Mister Logical, Mister Processing, Mister Emotion-LESS.” Roman was shaking now, his hands in fists at his sides. “You don’t get what it’s like to feel disappointed, like an absolute loser and a failure because you’re Mister Perfection. Well guess what?! The rest of us don’t get that luxury, so just LEAVE. ME. ALONE.”

Logan gasped when he suddenly found himself back in the Common Room. He’d landed firmly on his tailbone when Roman, in the force of his fury, had literally thrown him out of his room. “Well, I have never-” Logan’s face was beet red, and Virgil could only lay stalk still on the couch as he rose from the floor. “-dealt with such a childish, petulant, selfish, self-absorbed-“

“You two okay in here?” Patton asked, confused at seeing Logan back so soon.

“Yes, Patton. Virgil is quite safe from my wrath, but that Prince, that royal bas-”

“Logan, language!!” Patton reminded him loudly.

Logan took a deep, steadying breath through his nose. “No emotions indeed, Prince. You see this?!” Logan yelled to no one in particular. “This is anger, Roman! This is rage, frustration, and…..and hurt!” He cried at the ceiling, his voice cracking before the final two words. Looking both Virgil and Patton in the eye, Logan nodded curtly and sunk out of the room, into his own realm to calm himself down.

“Well, looks like it’s my turn to take a swing at it.” Patton plastered a wide smile across his cheeks as he materialized out of the Common Room and into the Prince’s domain.

“Hey, kiddo.” Patton whispered as he appeared in Roman’s all too quiet room.

“Not now, Patton.” Roman replied. The Prince was now laid across his bed, resting on his side and facing away from Patton. The Moral Side could hear the steady click of Roman’s finger nail hitting his phone screen as he scrolled.

“Come on, kiddo, you gotta stop doing this to yourself.” Patton scooted closer to Roman on the bed. Quick as lightening, Patton quietly and precisely plucked the cell phone from between Roman’s fingers.

Patton’s curiosity turned to full concern when the Prince merely slouched into his bed in response, not even trying to get the phone back.

“What’s really going on here, Roman? You and I both know that hate comments are only critical and not at all constructive.”

“They’re not hate comments,” Roman grumbled. “They’re feedback from fans.”

Patton sighed.

“Roman…I can’t even be too mad at you, really…because I’ve done the same thing.” Patton smiled sadly to himself, staring forlornly at the blank screen in his hands. Roman rolled onto his back, laying an arm across his eyes as a sort of shield against the truth.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He mumbled, barely opening his lips.

“Yeah you do, kiddo, and like I said, I’ve done it, too. You’ve had a bad week. You’ve already been beating yourself up anyway, or been beaten up, and you’re at the point where it’s not bad enough to really hurt. But you want it to, and you want to indulge in that hurt because it makes you feel more worthy and purposeful, like a victim of a cruel world instead of someone who just needs to learn and grow.”

Patton could see Roman’s jaw clench, but the Prince immediately released it as he removed his arm from his face and sat up on the mattress.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you are referring to,” Roman threw back. “You do not know my motives, so do not pretend that you do. I have told you, it’s construct-”

“Oh, but I do, kiddo.” Patton whispered, a tremor creeping into his voice. “Because I-”

“I GET it, Patton!” Roman suddenly exploded, throwing his hands up in the air. “You’ve indulged in negative emotions. Congratulations. We all have at some point or another, but I am not throwing myself a pity party. I am not indulging to feed my ego. I am giving myself what I deserve to hear after being such a miserable failure in my role and my duties!” He sucked in a breath, and his voice quieted. “I am no prince. I am the pauper. Now, if you will kindly leave me be to wallow in my squalor, Patton, I would appreciate it.”

“Yeah, kiddo. I’m sorry.” Patton got up quickly, turning from Roman so the Prince would miss the determined gleam in his eye.

“I need your help.” Patton declared to Virgil and Logan as they stared up at him from the Common Room couch.

“So, I take it your intervention went as well as ours did?”

“Yup…” Patton smiled sadly. “Though I think I got a little more intel. I have a plan, and I need your help.”

When Roman finally left his room hours later, he found the other three sitting at the top of the staircase, looking expectantly at his door. “What is this, a floor party?” He muttered humorlessly, moving to sink out before Patton jumped up.

“Wait! Come with us!” Roman hesitated at the desperation in Patton’s tone, considered his request, and came back up.

“Where? Why?”

“Downstairs!” Patton grabbed Roman’s wrists and dragged him to the stairs, tugging at him arms to get the royal to follow him.

“Patton, I’m not in the mood for a movie marathon or-“

Roman froze when he was low enough to see part of the living room. Most of the room was still obscured, but what he could see was covered in tape and paper with text. “What on earth-“ As he got closer, he recognized the Twitter logo. He approached the paper closest to the stairs, and read:

“Roman is my favorite Side. He’s so lively and fun; I have such a crush on him!”

He stared for a moment before allowing Virgil to nudge him to the next one.

“Roman is SUCH A good singer, wow! Just like a real Disney Prince! #Romanfornextprince”

Logan gestured toward the next sheet.

“I think Roman is my new favorite Side. He’s such a complex character. I can already see so much potential for future arcs and episodes for him, and I’m excited to see what happens next with him!”

He slowly progressed around the room, soaking in each comment that was taped to an object or piece of furniture in the Common Room. Some made him laugh, and some made that beautiful smile break out across his lips.

Then he reached the final three sheets.

“Roman is an incredibly talented and vivacious being.” Logan’s voice echoed from behind him. “He throws himself into everything that he does, and his passion is rivaled by none that I have ever seen. He is a pleasure to work with, and he is an inspiration that drives me to do my best. I am grateful for his presence in our group.”

Tears well up dangerously in Roman’s eyes.

“Roman is just the bee’s knees!” Patton’s cheery voice rang out from beside him. “He’s so good at singing, and he’s so much fun to have around! He’s great at making me happy when I feel kinda sad, and I’m always amazed at the things he creates! He’s the best Disney movie marathon buddy a guy could ask for, and I’m so glad to have him in my life!”

Roman attempted a laugh, but a sob slipped out instead. He bit his lip.

“Roman reminds me that even though life can be a drag, there’s always a reason to get up in the morning with a smile.” Virgil’s quiet, even tone sounded from Roman’s other side and sent a chill up his spine. “He works so hard to do his best for all of us and Thomas, and I appreciate that more than I ever tell him. He puts up with so much from us, and I’m always amazed at what he is able to accomplish. I’m glad he’s our prince.”

Tears snaked down Roman’s cheeks, but he didn’t even try to stop them. He read the three pieces of text over and over, running the words and their meanings through his mind. His head bowed when Patton carefully wrapped an arm around his waist and gently rocked them both side to side, humming a wordless tune. He slid his own arm around Patton’s back, and his eyes slid closed as he continued to cry but absorbed the love practically radiating off of Patton.

Virgil tenderly placed his arm across the Prince’s shoulders, and Roman sobbed harder as the Anxious Side tenderly rubbed his shoulder. Virgil got closer to the royal, and Roman slid an arm around his back and pulled him in close.

Roman suddenly felt someone at his back, and he relaxed just a hair when he felt a pair of arms weave around his stomach. A forehead pressed into his back, and he felt a slight tremble come from the being behind him.

“Th-thank you. All of you.” Roman breathed out. “And L-Logan…I apologize for asserting that you lack emotion…because clearly that is not the case.” A jarring combination of a laugh and sob escaped Roman’s throat as Logan squeezed his midsection.

“It’s q-quite alright, Roman. I apologize for not being more…tactful in my approach.”

“You are forgiven.” Roman sighed and wiped his eyes, and he took in a deep breath. “I feel….much improved. Far better. I…am good, guys. Thank you, again.”

Patton squeezed Roman tight in a side-hug, and Virgil brought his arm from around Roman’s shoulders, stretching the appendage as a grin crept onto his lips.

“Hey, Lo, you need to apologize for something else.”

“What is that, Virgil?” Logan asked, brow quirked.

“For calling Roman a ‘royal bast-‘”

“VIRIGIL, NO CUSSING!” Patton cried, hands over his mouth.

“He called me a WHAT?” Roman spun around. “You offer your apologies, but neglect to mention defiling my good name, you…you-!”

“Well, I only managed to say part of the word, so I figured an apology was not necessary. I only called l you a  ‘royal bas-, not a ‘royal bast-‘“

“Logan!” Patton turned on his dad voice. “That’s enough of all of this! We were having a nice moment!” He whined, turning to Virgil as the other two continued to bicker.

“It’s okay, Dad.” Virgil reassured him, throwing an arm over his slumped shoulders. “This is our normal, and I think if anything, it shows they’re gonna be alright.”

“I guess you’re right, kiddo.” Patton sighed, watching on with a strange fondness in his eyes. “He’s gonna be alright.”

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Another Universe.

Hello! I’m so excited! This is my first time putting my writing on Tumblr and I can’t wait to hopefully put more but to be honest I am pretty nervous to do this as well. I wrote this not very long ago and this is a novel I’ve been thinking about writing for quite some time. I’m not entirely sure if this will be an X reader or with the character I made for this specifically, but otherwise, I hope you enjoy this and I take constructive criticism too, but I ask that you please be nice about it and I also don’t mind suggestions on where to take this story. Thanks! 

By the way, might turn into a Kylo ren/Ben Solo story to???? And my writing tends to be on the darker side of things. Just as a warning this prologue contains some depressing themes and the main character having self-esteem issues.  

I also recommend playing this in a loop if you can/want while reading this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQ3poU70uIE

I hope you enjoy! 

Prologue 

My eyes glossed over with a layer of fresh new tears. The little droplets threatening to fall from the corners of, my eyes. I took my sleeve and roughly wiped them away, but to no avail, they just kept returning. Each time more and more escaped the fabric of my sleeve and trickled down my ivory cheeks. The pressure building up in my chest was almost too much to handle. It made me want to rip out my heart and curse why we were given the ability to feel emotions. 

   I choked back a scream of agony and gripped the spot where my heart was. Why must we go through this much suffering? If there really is someone up above why would they throw me into this madness and chaos? It was so unexpected and something that should’ve never been possible. I took in a deep breath to try and calm myself. Hiccuping and stuttering in the process. I regret everything. Everything up to the arguments I had with my mom, my jealousy, me not putting myself out there and actually trying to have the confidence to overcome my fear. I was wrong. So very wrong. I should’ve accepted my normal boring life and just gone along with it like everyone else.

Be careful what you wish for.

   The screaming and shouting from outside the door made me want to curl up into a ball and disappear forever. I shoved my hands into the ground, my fingers gripping the floor the best I could making my knuckles turn white. I’m a coward. All that I can do is run and hide. I have all my life. Nothings changed. If I go out there I will die. I can’t save those people out there. To fragile as they put it. I’ve never been able to prove them wrong as I’ve always seen myself exactly how they have always seen me. A little girl who is lost with no where to go, a little girl who is a damsel in distress and can’t defend herself because she is too sensitive, a little girl who no matter what can’t find her place in all of this madness and has messed up to the point of no return and at the end of that has cost the lives of so many great people. It’s a wonder how I’m even still here.  

   The banging and loud shouts of orders finally reached the metal door in front of me. The troopers weapons pounded on the door as I braced myself. Maybe this is finally it. Maybe after this, I won’t have to worry anymore. I won’t be a nuisance or an embarrassment. I’ll just be gone. An unneeded flame in this place snuffed out. Gone as fast as the snap of someone’s fingers. I laugh a little finally giving into my tears. Maybe dying here will actually send me back home. Little wisps of my dark hair fall on my face. The banging is louder now. Each hit on the door more ferocious than the first.  

   I watch the door as dents form in it. It’ll give away at any time. I raise my head and stare at the door intently any traces of the small laugh or sad smile are gone and are replaced with fear, nervousness, but also acceptance. I guess I’m really doing this. Never in my life would I have thought my death would be at the hands of the First Order. Let alone a fictional universe that I had always wished was real. That millions upon millions of people got excited for when a new movie comes out or gushes about it with friends and random people they meet who also loves the franchise. I was the same way and deep down still am, but after going to hell and back while being in this place I wonder what people would really think of it if they were in my shoes. Would they still see it as the same beloved Star Wars they love? Or would they see it like I see it now? A war zone where there is no mercy to be seen, no happiness, just chaos, and destruction. 

   A bright light hits my eyes for a second and I shield them with my arms. They’ve broken the door. Everything seems to go by in slow motion. I can’t hear anything anymore, everything’s a blur. The smell of things burning, buildings, planes, people is overpowering. I feel the pain of hands gripping my upper arms and the barrel of a blaster against my mid back. Its almost like I’m not in control of my body.  I’m looking through my own eyes, but I can’t move. I can’t do anything. I feel myself being dragged out of the small room inside of the main building. All I see is hell. People fighting, screaming, escaping while they can. The fire has consumed the place while TIE fighters and X-wings take out one another. Blasters are being fired as people are struck down. A once beautiful lush green environment overflowing with a luxurious and peaceful atmosphere has now been demolished and reduced to rubble and a wasteland. How can people be so cruel as to destroy such a wonderful place? What could someone want so badly that they have to destroy places like this? 

   My shock starts to disappear as I keep examining my surroundings. Is this really what I want? Do I really want to leave these people, who are fighting for the galaxy to die while I sit here and actually wish and wait for the bullet to end my life? I really am pitiful. My fist comes into contact with the stormtrooper on my rights helmet as I start to thrash around and scream. He momentarily let’s go which gives me enough time to raise my right leg and kick him In the groin. I yank my left arm free from the stormtrooper on my left and kick him in the chest sending him stumbling to the ground. I pause not knowing where exactly to go until I feel something nudging me on my left calf. I look behind me to see the little droid I’ve come to know and love. BB-8. He beeps at me and zooms past me towards one of the X-wing fighters. 

   I dart pass the stormtroopers on the ground who are slowly comprehending what just happened to them following the little droid. To be honest I never thought the resistance could be overrun like this. While I knew it could happen I figured they would have some type of plan to put into action with an attack like this, but this was so sudden. No one was expecting it and now we’re paying the price. A blast from one of the TIE fighters hits a nearby X-wing sending me skidding across the cement. I winced in pain and from the ringing in my ears and attempted to prop myself up with my elbows. The ringing in my ears slowly died down as my bright blue eyes trailed over to where BB-8 was. The droid was coming over to me as fast as he could and was beeping urgently. I cocked my head to the side and pushed myself onto my hands and knees. All of a sudden I felt it. The blunt force of the butt of a blaster hitting the back of my head, the frantic beeping from BB-8, the pain, and dizziness as I fell back onto the ground. Black dots covered my vision and I started breathing hard. I couldn’t make out what the trooper was saying as I slowly was losing consciousness. At least I tried and had the confidence for once in my life I thought to myself smiling a little as I fully succumbed to the darkness. 

All I could do now was have hope.

[divine-ruin]

Synthetic (Prompt #2)

something made by a synthetic, or chemical, process. 

“Alright, baby girl. Grab that toolkit over there. Yer gettin’ a crash course if things that go boom.” The color drained from my face. “D-Daddy…a-a mine?!” He grinned with the cigar still in his teeth. “Gotta learn ya real well if'n you wanna be on top of the game, darlin’. How else ya gonna know anythin’ about NDI? Mines ‘n’ bombs’re normally the easiest things ta build!” He’d gesture wiping a fake tear and fake a trembling nostalgic tone. “My little girl…all grown up and buildin’ 'splosives! Ugh, such a proud papa right now.” He’d put a hand over his heart in what I thought was false sincerity while his wolfish grin still bore the lit cigar.

I dressed for the occasion as best I could: leather leggings, leather boots, and a somewhat loose fitting shirt so I could move about; my hair was tied in a high tail behind my head by a leather chord, my bangs out of my eyes with an older headband that had just been sitting in a jewelry box. He walked me into one of the large garages that belonged to a vesselhouse. My eyes widened as they just stared at the parts scattered and strewn about. He’d dangle a pamphlet that was roughly only 23 pages long in front of my face.

“Ya gotta week, baby girl. This’s where ya gonna eat and sleep for it. Imma give ya some free time tonight so you 'n’ Ian can have some alone time with tryin’a figure this out, but 4:30AM’s gonna come quick so I wouldn’t stay up too late if'n I were you.” His voice was almost taunting at that point. “Alrighty, let’s take a look at whatcha got in ya toolkit. Uncle Reese and Uncle Ivar put together a real doozy for ya so ya gotta pay attention ta the smaller details.” I had a pallor at that point, he just laughed at me. “Iria, ya gonna be fine, baby. Just remember to take things slow. Use that brain Thaliak gave ya ta be critical about the construction. You’ll be done before ya know it.”

“A-Am I allowed to have someone help me if I get stuck on a part or direction? You’re going back home, so I know it’ll take you a while to return if I need you, so–” He’d interrupt me with a throaty laugh. “Maybe Ian could help you, or e'en hell, maybe Sebastian if ya play ya cards right. Sometimes it takes more'n one good mind ta figure out where ya shortcomin’ is. Just gotta think 'bout your resources and timeframe, baby girl. If'n ya smart enough with that, you’ll kick this thing’s ass'n no time flat.”

I opened up my toolbox, grimacing as some of the tools looked like things my sister would likely use during an autopsy. He threw a pair of leather gloves my way. “Can’t be havin’ those purdy hands gettin’ all cut up and bruised. Now, Imma leave ya ta study that thing in order ta be gettin’ better acquainted with that monster yer 'bout ta take on.” He gave me a thumbs up. “Do me proud, baby girl. Ya got this, no doubt.”

As soon as he closed the door, my heart and all other vital organs dropped into my stomach, my brain seeming to go with them as it was like looking at those directions made me feel temporarily like I forgot how to read. I tilted and constantly rotated the instruction booklet in my hands to make sure I was looking at it right. Oh Thaliak-blessed, lend me your guidance and infinite patience on this one…

As I began to look over my tool chest that was put together for me by one of my father’s most trusted NDI employees:  Reese Nicholaides, my father’s youngest brother.  Inside I find a message that he wrote in what I thought might have been complete and utter haste.

“Baby girl”, as most of my father’s associates (as well as my family!) that have been with Nicholaides Defense Industries since before my birth affectionately referred to myself and sisters as, “I’m hoping this is helpful.  Your Da was very specific on what he wanted you to have. I promise I didn’t put nothin’ in here that you ain’t gonna use.  If you need help, holler.  Love and luck, Uncle Reese.”

This alone made me more nervous than anything because Uncle Reese’s mechanical concoctions had a tendency to blow up on him whenever he wasn’t focusing.  However, something in the note made me smile.  He was always fond of his butterscotch candies, and made me extremely addicted to them as a child when I would come with Daddy on business trips.  He always made sure that Ian, Zara, Ada, and myself had one in our mouths at all times. I found one attached to the note with a PS written at the bottom.

“If you need more, I’ll sneak them in to you.”

One thing about my father and his business associates:  they were always really close as they had all been brothers-in-arms in service together.  Most of the older employees were either under his command on his naval vessel the LNS Warhound or they had served with him in some other way. Needless to say, I had a ton of “uncles” that were constantly over to discuss business with him or help him develop new schematics even if it was just for recreation and to get away from their wives.  I chuckle at that thought because I remembered a time when I was roughly nine years old, and walking into Daddy’s war room with a huge throng of men in the wee hours of the morning, ale mugs about as they were all huddled over his main table discussing various different blueprints.  I remembered I had had a nightmare and Daddy was always the one to help chase them off.  Instead, I got a whole throng of men singing a lullaby to me mostly drunk but it made me laugh.

I shook my head, getting back to work on working the screwdriver slowly in order not to bald any of the screws as I started working on completing the shell of one of the inner components to the mine as the pamphlet had indicated…and then Shida walks in.  BLAST!  Well, blast, but not blast as I was actually really glad to see her, but my time was slipping away from me.

“Iria, you have a few schematics Lord Declan wanted me to pass your way.  I don’t think Ian’s gotten a chance to look at them, but he said you’d be the best judge of character for these."  I smiled, Daddy’s already starting to hand the reins over to Ian soon.  "No problem, Shida.  Could you place them over there for a moment?  And…hold this for me, please?"  I had her literally keep her hands closed upon this device as an already-built component lay inside.  I screwed the small outer shell shut with her help and smiled at my handiwork. It only took me an hour to put that together.  "One down…eighty-billion to go?"  She looked around the vesselhouse and pouted.  "You know, if you want me to stay out here with you I will!”  I nodded my head, gesturing over to the chemical compound I had already started of explosive powders and synthetic coating for all of the mine’s wiring.

I smiled even wider at the thought.  “You’re more than welcome to!  I just don’t know how much help I’m going to need and I really need to focus. Maybe if you can look over some of those schematics for me and just read them to me while I work on this thing it’d be very helpful. Once I commit them to memory they’ll be destroyed as is the norm for both Ian and I.  I’m hoping to expect Sebastian at some point tonight, maybe he’ll help make this go by a bit quicker.”

Shida nodded, her smile widening.  “I’ll go get us some tea started and –"  "NO."  She looked taken aback for a moment.  "No tea, love.  I’ll take some of Daddy’s bourbon if he’s got a flask lying about."  I grinned.  Apparently I was more like Lord Declan Nicholaides that I ever would’ve thought myself to be.

I had a pocket knife wedged between my teeth as Shida’s entire body was stretched out over the shell of a huge naval mine trying to keep it shut as I was working as hard as she could to tighten all the screws she put into place. The sight would’ve been one of hilarity and curiosity as the aide’s body was draped over it like stretched putty. As soon as I had tightened all twenty-eight screws in what seemed record time, I took the pocket knife from my teeth and tried to wedge it into the small groove where the top half of the mine shell met with the bottom one. As soon as the point was in place, I jabbed it in a little and it slipped out, catching the hand that was braced against the metal. “Shit! Grrrr…Gods fucking damn it!" Again, I cut myself. It bled a little, and I took a drink from the flask at my hip that my dad had left me in the huge toolbox that was organized and put together solely for my usage. Shida slipped down the face of the mine until her toes hit the carpet. Rushing over to a first aid kit, she pulled out some bandages, both of us women completely unaware of Ian entering the vesselhouse in Limsa. Apparently he had gotten my letter. My temples and cheeks were smudged with oil and gunpowder from all the hard work. Even with the leather gloves Dad had given me, the knife’s blade had landed in the side of my hand under my pinky finger and, while the wound wasn’t dire, it was bleeding quite a bit. "If I didn’t know better, I’d say that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you curse, Lady Nicholaides.” The voice held the big man’s humor. Ian made his way into the room, hands linked behind his backm, the smile on his lips shrinking a bit noting the cut. “That’s… unfortunate, sis.  Got anything to help with that?” While Shida was retrieving said kit, Ian made his way to my side, running an arm around my shoulders to give me a quick embrace. I blushed profusely, noting that the small draught of whiskey I drank as soon as I got the injury probably didn’t add any help to her current situation either. I laughed embarrassedly. “I believe it is, and I believe it will be the last, younger Lord Nicholaides,” I chuckled. “You won’t believe the project that Dad has given me to take on,” I hissed as Ian peeled the glove off and took the gauze wrap from Shida’s hands. “I’ve an idea that it may not be. Just as long as it isn’t in front of any of the children you teach before they’re old enough to understand and know better.” A light shrug as he helped with what he could on the wound. “What does he have you doing, unless you mean learning how to put this mine together, hm?” “Oh I’m so very careful, and honestly, I think that’s the second time I’ve ever cursed, I’m just under a lot of pressure right now, I’m so sorry Ian,” I lowered my tone as I hissed once more as he finished wrapping it. “Daddy’s brought me this mine. He wants me to finish it. I don’t understand since you are taking over NDI, but he was wanting to talk to you soon about a possible role for you where all of that was concerned. However, as ‘second head of the House’, he wants me to know how to put this together within a week’s time.” “I don’t know how I’m going to be able to put something like this together. Uncle Reese left me a lot of detailed and in-depth instructions, put it in simple terms that I could understand, but the mechanism just isn’t coming together like I think they expect it to,” I admitted defeatedly. "I’m sadly not allowed to give you much help, or else I’d offer a bit more technical expertise.” He hummed in thought a moment, tearing the gauze, and tying it off around my wounds. “Is there just a certain point where you find the thing falling apart? Where everything doesn’t come together? Or maybe the instructions you were given were a little lacking?  You know how Uncle Reese can be a little scatterbrained at times.” “I don’t think the directions are wrong, sweetie. I just think I lack the aptitude to take on such a task. However, you are going to be back out in the field with Daddy soon just to brush up on business and learn how to make contracts and he wants me to have the knowledge as well since this was about to be part of my inheritance as well. Uncle Reese is usually pretty spot-on with his instructions because he personally trains people how to build these things within a day." My shoulders slumped. "I’ve been given a week but I need to make sure I use my time wisely, so I was here at 4:30 this morning to get started,” I sighed gently. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up this morning. The whole beginning of my day doesn’t start until I’m able to feed you and Dad.” “I completely understand so no need to apologize, baby girl. Gathered that something worth it took you away for a time, then I got your note, and had no worry at all.” He finally embraced me, and leaned over to kiss the top of my head with a smile. “Have you made progress in this work since you began at the very least?” A tilt of his head in the question with a cocked brow, always ready to help where he could. “I have! It’s just that the wiring on the prongs outside of the mine are what detonate it. Once the prongs are touched, it triggers the wiring to make the timer countdown to explode. This particular one is allotted a five second time. However, the issue is that, while the prongs have been touched, and this is just a dummy mine with no real inner workings that will detonate, it does go through the motions and when the prongs are touched the timer is not getting activated.“ "Some disconnect in the wiring somehow that’s gone unnoticed?” He paused. “Maybe the timer is faulty? Or the power source to it is off?” He ran down the options he could think of at the very least. How long has this problem been occurring?" My eyes widened immediately at the power source comment. "OH! Oh my stars you are a genius!" I hopped up, wrapping my arms around him immediately, only to slip down quickly against the length of his body before I rushed to start untightening the screws. "The crystal power source that Dad gave me probably wasn’t set in there correctly. It was something he charged with pure electricity so it had to be handed with rubber gloves. However, he says that it has a two-year active life once the power switch is turned on after the mine has been submerged." Shida breathed out a long drawn out sigh with a chuckle as she looked over to I. "Does this mean I get to be the Raen rubber band again?" I looked at her with a big grin. "Not yet, I may not need you to. If you can just lift that other part, I’ll have Ian hold this side and I’ll look into it to see what happened.” I looked at the diagram again once more as Shida slipped her fingers between the small crevices that kept the two parts of the mine together. “It looks like Uncle Reese’s ink might’ve smudged a little, because the crystal is actually asymmetrical, it’s bigger at the top than it is the bottom, and here they almost look equal. All I can do is lean in, switch it around, and hope to Thaliak that it works. There is supposed to be a light that comes on on the inside of the mine near the switch when it has power." Shida lifted her side, and though it was light enough, the metal was bulky and awkward to hold. Her brother nodded a little bit with a smile, all too happy to swing her about a little bit as she jumped up into his arms. "No need to stretch anymore, I don’t think. Unless you would prefer me just watching you both work.” He nodded a little bit, indeed going to help keep the mine open as is. Hands slipping into the gap left by Shida’s own hold. “Fingers crossed here. In spirit. About as well as they can be at the moment!”

I slipped on the rubber gloves and leaned over as far as I could as not to disturb the wiring. Hanging over the edge of the middle of the open mine, my arms stretched out as far as they could go, my gloved hands fumbling a little as I managed to take the crystal out of its electrical bed and switch it. As soon as I snapped it into place, the light inside the mine flickered on with a few little zaps resounding in the metal orb. My feet were completely off the floor as my short stature was a hindrance, my feet crossed behind my backside in mid-air as I covered the electrical bed where the crystal sat back up, tightened the screws around it, and did my best to check the wiring. As I was hung on my belly over the side of the mine, I started to slip out as carefully as I could, almost falling over as my feet finally found the dirty carpet again.

“Alright, I think it will work now! Thank you, you two. We can put the top back on and I’ll screw it back down. I’m pretty sure the rubber blockages Dad had made will keep it pretty airtight. I’m just hoping that nothing else goes wrong." I sighed heavily as I looked at it once more. "I think I’m done for the night, my mental capacities are fading at the moment,” I admitted as I looked up to Ian with a smile. “Shida, please feel free to get some rest." The agent was more than happy to say her goodbyes and bolt out of the door of the vesselhouse as I and Ian stood there looking over the mine. "So, what do you think, brother-mine?”

“I think… I’m definitely proud of you, and what you’ve accomplished already given such a short amount of time.” He nodded a bit, going to slide an arm around my shoulders. “And that I’m sure you’ll end up doing just fine with this little test, rising to every challenge pointed at you as always.” A slow nod as he considered more before looking down at me, free hand stroking his chin.

I burst out laughing. “So does the oil match my hair color? Should I trade makeup in for the mess I currently am?" I turned to look up at him, aquamarine eyes gently reflecting all the love in the world for my older brother. "Let us just say that Dad had a feeling you’d be meeting me out here, so this was a challenge for the both of us, not just me”, he admitted reluctantly. “He knows you have a long history with warfare, so he thought having me do this would also introduce me to your line of work in a bit of a hilarious way,” I said with a smile.

“Maybe not trade for it, but, it does still look good!” He just chuckled a little bit, shaking his head.  He couldn’t help but grin, eyes reflecting that same love right back at me.

[comicteaparty]

October 5th, 2017 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on October 5th, 2017, from 5PM - 7PM PDT.  The chat focused on Galebound by Respheal.

Featured Comment:

Chat:

RebelVampire

Good day everyone~! This week’s Comic Tea Party is now officially beginning. Today we are discussing Galebound by Respheal~! (http://www.galebound.com/) For those new to CTP, discussions about the comic are freeform, so please feel free to bring up whatever you wish. However, every 30 minutes I will be dropping in a discussion question to help those who would like a prompt. These questions are totally OPTIONAL to answer so pay them no mind if you wish~! Remember, constructive criticism is allowed, but the primary focus here is to have fun and appreciate the amazing comics that the community makes~! Each chat a top comment will be picked and featured on an ad for this chat, so let’s have a great discussion~!

With that said, let us begin with this first question~!

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

Kabocha

Oooh, favorite scene so far. Hrrrrrm.

Lyall

I really like din parting the waters

making the bridge

Amarok

oh these are questions for us?

Respheal

Yeh

Amarok

easy, the scene where Din jumps out the bed and charges his laser

Respheal

To prompt discussion

Lyall

i liked the fight in the hotel room too

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I'm definitely laughing at this.

no escape bruh

Kabocha

I really like Page 54 -- the end of the Dark Hour. http://www.galebound.com/comics/2415667/054/ I sat there for a while and was like... "What is this?" "Why is he smiling?" I've been really torn between Pascal thinking "You're so dead" and actually being relieved -- because who knows what could have happened? I've kinda stuck to the idea that Pascal REALLY wants to see killing Conan through though.(edited)

Amarok

well theres always Parkers house hears Conan choking in background

Lyall

Res' two page spreads are gorgeous btw

RebelVampire

not really a scene but one of my fave pages is definitely that one where pascal is looking out at the ocean realizing wtf just happened

Kabocha

yes.

I laughed super hard at that one

Respheal

Hahahah so many people said they relate to Pascal on that page xD

Amarok

yeah but few know about his fish friend

Respheal

"I sincerely love this page, my inner self relates to Pascal on a higher level"

Lyall

loooooooool

Kabocha

If it's not in comic, it's not confirmed, Amarok

Lyall

i feel that i personally have not bonded with pascal for some reason

perhaps my heart too sold on din

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like this scene too. So glowy

Kabocha

We know very little about Pascal tbh. Din's been very quiet about him except "dude is gonna try to kill you."

Lyall

hurrrrhurrrrhurrrr

Kabocha

:3

Amarok

yes my favorite page

Lyall

love that spread

Kabocha

Wait, wait

Respheal

I was itching to get to that page so bad xD

Kabocha

How many words has Pascal said in comic so far?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

uhhh

did he?

Respheal

Three

Kabocha

and what % of them has been a profanity

Amarok

2

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

oh

Respheal

2/3 were curses

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

Amarok

that third one wasnt a word

Lyall

loooooool

Amarok

it was garble

Respheal

Yeah it was just "ugh...."

Kabocha

............. New name added to the nickname. I'mma stick it in the middle: "Foulmouth"

Respheal

xDDDD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

creative censorship, my friend

Lyall

PottyMouthPascal

RebelVampire

hey pascal was told to kill, not talk no talking needed

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

fartmouth Pascal

oops this is gonna be archived lel

Respheal

LOL

Kabocha

How many bad words DOES Pascal know, and are you going to invent new swears for him to use?

Respheal

Well I mean

He hangs out in bars so

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

so he swears like a sailor

Kabocha

When he finally does get more than a one-word line, he's probably just gonna be like "You ------ --------- -------- you and your ----------- horse"

Lyall

omg XD

i hope so

Respheal

--and the horse you rode in on

RebelVampire

the way this is worded makes me think pascal is gonna invent his own swears. gonna wind up using Din's name in one of them.

Kabocha

And then he whips out a knife and whoops, he really does have Murderpants now

Din will be so blown away

Respheal

.........

Wind puns

so many gale-blasted wind puns

Kabocha

has been kicked from the chat

lololol

Lyall

naaaaaah

Respheal

.....can...can I answer the questions too? xDDD

RebelVampire

if ppl got kicked for puns math would not be welcome here

rip math

Kabocha

Yes

Respheal

lololol

RebelVampire

you can answer the questions yes

Respheal

YAS

Lyall

math the punniest

Kabocha

WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE SCENE RES

RebelVampire

i wont stop you

Respheal

THE SNAKE CHARMERS MONOLOGUE

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

kinda found it funny how they argued over a change of clothes

Respheal

That scene stayed pretty much the same in every draft

This page: http://www.galebound.com/comics/2437904/061/

Kabocha

Conan objects to being called a hick

Respheal

Nah he owns it xD

Amarok

ah the first attempt to explain magic

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Lyall

OOoooooh i liked that scene too

RebelVampire

i liked din was nice in that scene and stopped magicking when he saw conan was sad

Kabocha

I'm not sure I trust this face sometimes

Lyall

no, trust that face most of all

RebelVampire

whats not to trust

O_O

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Respheal

Hmmm....

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

what he's friendly

RebelVampire

thats the face of honesty

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

or maybe not

Respheal

Oh I mean re: "i liked din was nice in that scene and stopped magicking when he saw conan was sad"(edited)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Artemis trust him so it's good enough

Lyall

didn't he stop cause conan commanded it tho, lol

suuure he's just so nice tho

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah that's what I thought too

Kabocha

I feel like Conan was creeped out tbh

RebelVampire

shhh let me think din is nice O_O

Lyall

din is nice in my heart

keltyzoid!

so what is this tea party

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

din is nice I think

Kabocha

Din is nice to Conan.

Lyall

i don't feel like din is evil at least

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

so uh we discuss a comic every week

Kabocha

Din wants to overthrow a kingdom, though.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

@keltyzoid!

Kabocha

Sooooooooooooo not really all that nice?

Lyall

i wouldn't say i think he's good tho either

i feel like he's someone's pawn

Kabocha

Din is nice in a very limited context

Lyall

cause din very much has an agenda

mariah (rainy day dreams)

He's got too much big shit to do to be soft and fluffy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he's nice

Kabocha

But sometimes you gotta feel like he's blowing smoke up someone's butt

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I'd like to believe

Lyall

wondered if he was conan's dad's servant or something

Respheal

@keltyzoid! https://comicteaparty.tumblr.com/about

Lyall

and he's bound to their family that's why he has to take orders from them

keltyzoid!

THANKS RES

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

like a book club only with comics

RebelVampire

to be fair to din's not so niceness moments, he did just meet conan and is fulfilling some obligation. those are not factors where someone is going to be nice.

mariah (rainy day dreams)

Hmmmmmmm I like that theory!

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

why does Din want to overthrow a kingdom tho?

Lyall

so in that regard din is neither nice or not nice, he's just doing his obligatory duty

RebelVampire

@keltyzoid! https://comicteaparty.tumblr.com/faq you can also check out the faq which has more info ;3;

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

is the king that bad?

I mean kinda if he sents pascal to kill conan

keltyzoid!

ty ty

RebelVampire

well it may not be that the king is bad even. its hard to say when we havent seen the king.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

@keltyzoid! you can read and catch up http://galebound.com/

it's a short read(edited)

keltyzoid!

Din and Pascal are some hard boys to draw, so shout outs to Res for drawing them over and over again

Respheal

Thanks! :'D

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like Din's floofy hair

keltyzoid!

GOD YOUR ART HAS GOTTEN SO GOOOODD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

so floofy

Respheal

THANK YOU

That means a lot ;w;

RebelVampire

din has the best hair ;3;

Lyall

love din's floofy hair too

Respheal

Very floof

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

keltyzoid!

curly boy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

all the floof

Lyall

they say curly haired boys are pervs tho

keltyzoid!

who says that

Lyall

people

Respheal

pffft

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies Lyall is not curly haiir tho

Kabocha

How would Din feel about being called a floofy guy though lol

Lyall

lyall you need a perm

Kabocha

having someone sit there and ruffle his hair

admittedly, I thought, at first, that the line by his eye was just an age line XD

Lyall

strange imagery of conan ruffling din's hair

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he'll shoot lasers at everyone

LOL

Respheal

@Lyall and that's how Conan dies

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

well conan can do that

Lyall

LOL

but what if he does it and commands don't kill me before hand

Kabocha

Conan's gonna end up shoved in the sea or something

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

what he can command Din to be a nice doggy and let Conan pet him

Mahotou

i'm late but i'm here!

Respheal

Well that might help xD

Maho! o/

Mahotou

o/!

RebelVampire

welcome!

welcome all new ppl

Mahotou

is it ok to ask for a summary of what's transpired so far at the tea party?

RebelVampire

i think the bigger question is is din's hair naturally that floof or does he spend hours getting it to floof O_O

keltyzoid!

pet DIn's hair but be careful not to dislodge the 8 to 10 random items he has hidden in there at all times

Lyall

secret dagger stash

keltyzoid!

he doesn't know what's in there right now but he knows it would be a pity to lose them

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

it's more like wild untammed floof

Mahotou

Din's hair is a portal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I'd like to think it's natural floof

Respheal

@Mahotou The question is favorite scenes, but it devolved into discussing the floofiness of Din's hair

Lyall

rather than picture din with curlers in at night

RebelVampire

@Mahotou weve talked about fave scenes and aboout pascal's swearing

keltyzoid!

his floof is powered by the universe itself

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I mean can he summon hair sprays?(edited)

Respheal

Oh yes and that 66.7% of Pascal's dialogue thus far has been cursing(edited)

Mahotou

XD

keltyzoid!

curse him and his poofy shirt

Mahotou

pasc cant catch a break

Lyall

oh i love din's jacket too

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Mahotou

speaking of, a fav scene is pasc's smiling

keltyzoid!

belts

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like the scarf

Lyall

best jacket

Respheal

:D

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

likes all the scarf

Lyall

din the best dressed man

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yis

powerful and fashionable

Lyall

probably someone's tool

keltyzoid!

but Pascal is so fancy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

fancy murderpants

Lyall

pascal is a snappy dresser too

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

both of them are

Respheal

Magicians, they like to dress well

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

that red scarf is cool

Lyall

they must work for rich people

who care how they dress

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

keltyzoid!

or maybe he just knows of a really good antique store

Amarok

im back

what i miss

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

and Din forced Conan to dress up too

Respheal

o/

RebelVampire

or they just like to look really cool while they performing their magic. how else you gonna impress da ladies

Amarok

oooh we talking dress up

Lyall

maybe it increases your magic powers to dress nice

the secret of fashion magic

Respheal

Sure let's go with that

Kabocha

Din dropped that giant bag of cash at first

Amarok

oh thats the one thing that tells us that "Lucie" isnt Lucie

Kabocha

so I mean

keltyzoid!

the fancier you are the more magic you can do

Kabocha

dude's got access

Amarok

she hasnt complimented on his new outfit

Respheal

She's a lil busy freaking out over his well-being

keltyzoid!

one time i saw a guy on Penn and Teller and he was dressed like a homeless man and his magic was sub par

Respheal

LOL

keltyzoid!

whAT

Amarok

uh huh sure

Lyall

is she really her

i feel like it's a mirage to manipulate conan

Amarok

ill take shes a fake for 800 bob

keltyzoid!

it's a mirage to sink ships >:/

Lyall

yeah

Kabocha

What is Pascal in a glamor?

Lyall

like i find it more believable that she's fake than real just randomly there

Amarok

unless Pascal got his fish freind for a ride

Kabocha

(sorry, going with the jeopardy style answer lol)

Amarok

hes still trudging the shore

Respheal

Oh xD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

XD

RebelVampire

pascal busy building sand castles

keltyzoid!

hell yeah

Respheal

LOL he would too

Lyall

fffffft

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

does he like sand castles?

he might murder the sand castle

Lyall

who doesn't like sand castles

Kabocha

No, no, he'd only stab people who crushed his castle

Pascal has principles.

Lyall

he'd curse and cry

keltyzoid!

Conan's gonna break his sandcastle like the bully in Cool Cat Saves the Kids

RebelVampire

is that why pascal out to murder conan and his dad O_O conan's dad crushed pascal and the king's sand castle?

Respheal

......Sure

Lyall

nah pascal is being controlled by someone else too

Respheal

xD

Kabocha

Cool Din Saves the Kids

Lyall

feel like pascal and din are just both being used

RebelVampire

oh theyre for sure just being used

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

awww

poor pascal

Lyall

really din and pascal are BFFs that grew up together and dated

RebelVampire

i mean the opening kind of set the tone for that XD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

omg

def ship

Lyall

then they're like well it's a job

sorry bae

Kabocha

OMG ;'D

keltyzoid!

Din and Pascal?

Lyall

yus

Kabocha

Din has a boyfriend that is not Pascal, I'm pretty sure

Lyall

I hope

he's super good looking

Kabocha

I think Din's type is blonde? :3

Mahotou

that's a truth

Kabocha

Where's that pic, Res?!

Respheal

wuh?

Oh

Of Din's BF?

keltyzoid!

yeah it's Conan shut up

Mahotou

they want the boyfriend Res

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Mahotou

xD

Kabocha

omg

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Conan can just be a chaperone

Lyall

i don't wanna push spoilers out of res tho

Respheal

https://respheal.tumblr.com/post/161779575831/drew-a-thing-for-fun-i-have-no-idea-why-theyre

Mahotou

OH WAIT

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

huh

Mahotou

THERE IT IS

Lyall

awww he's not my type

but if he makes you happy din i support

Mahotou

he's for Din anyways lol

RebelVampire

QUESTION 2. In the most recent updates, it’s revealed that Din may have purposely let the assassin, Pascal, get away. It also opens up an important question: can Din be trusted? Why would Din let Pascal get away if that’s true? Why is Din so secretive instead of just telling Conan the truth? Is Din really just out to hurt Conan too?

Mahotou

xD

Respheal

Oh hoh hohohohoh

Kabocha

Din did say the less Conan knows, teh better.

Lyall

surprisingly doesn't like long hair on male characters that much

RebelVampire

thats what all secretive ppl say when they just want someone to shut up

keltyzoid!

maybe it was just a prank

Kabocha

I feel like Din doesn't want blood on his hands? Or at least on Conan's hands, to be honest.

Amarok

well Din doesnt really know Conan

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

He's concerned for Pascal in a way

Amarok

but he knows Felix

allegedly

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

who's felix?

Lyall

maybe din has been ordered not to tell conan things

Amarok

Conans father

RebelVampire

felix is conan's dad

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

oh carp I forgot

Kabocha

He knows Conan enough to know that he was some guy in a stable who had a life and was going to help with an assassination plot

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

see my memory fails me already

Mahotou

*patpat

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

XD

Lyall

it's okay mharz i forgot too

Amarok

But the question and answer is Does Din trust Conan

Kabocha

So, Conan's plausible deniability in this is key if Conan's not gonna get the axe.

Amarok

enough to allow himself to be potentially controlled by him against his will

Lyall

i doubt din trusts conan

i mean he just met him

conan is more like luggage to din probably

Kabocha

tbh I think there's some serious gaslighting going on right now though

Mahotou

same

Kabocha

Stuff's going to explode as soon as Checker-- erm, Artemis manages to get Din to wake up.

RebelVampire

i dont think he's been ordered to not say anything. honestly i get the sense din is just being nice in this regard and feels the less conan knows the less conan's life is disrupted and the quicker they can get stuff done

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Somehow I just feel like it's his duty to protect Conan

Lyall

same

RebelVampire

i agree it seems he might be bound to conan's family

Lyall

i don't feel like their relationship is that deep atm

cause din is doing a duty

and conan is basically the cargo

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yeah

RebelVampire

hahaha conan as cargo

Superjustin of Time and Space

Lol

Respheal

Early on, he was even thrown over Artemis like luggage

Lyall

yuuuuus

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep definitely luggage

Superjustin of Time and Space

(and yeah just peeking in to see what's up)

Respheal

o/

Superjustin of Time and Space

\o

Lyall

hi super~!!

Superjustin of Time and Space

Keep up the good work Respheal, your stuff's awesome

Respheal

Thanks :'D

Superjustin of Time and Space

and hey Draco!

You're welcome~

Respheal

PFFFFFFFFFFT

Lyall

loooool

Respheal

-dies-

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Amarok

as for the why would Din let Conan escape

Superjustin of Time and Space

OMG that pic

Amarok

obviously commands are verbal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din let Conan escape?

Respheal

Why Din would let Pascal escape you mean?

Amarok

Pascal yes

derp

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

ah that makes more sense

Respheal

Maho xD

Lyall

my memory is fuzzy but i was like when did conan escape

Amarok

anyway

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

if Din let Conan escape, the story is over

Lyall

you had one job Din

Amarok

COmmand are verbal so to override them u must have percise language or else a technical loophole could proceed

Kabocha

now I want to draw some stuff like galebound was a totally different comic

Superjustin of Time and Space

Alternate Ending

RebelVampire

well its not over weve established din knows where conan is O_O

Tenor

@Respheal I didn't get to read but i wanted to drop in and saw I love the art at least! <33 KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK

say*

Respheal

Thanks <3(edited)

Amarok

as Din may not know the wording of the contract, he must improvise

Lyall

i hope din has this huge secret ulterior motive that really goes against everything that's been said and done so far and he was playing both sides in order to free himself or something, lol

cause he seems that type

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I hope you don't go too far. I've only read the main pages

RebelVampire

i assume din just has past history with pascal

since i mean

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I feel that too

RebelVampire

din knew who he was

wasnt like "oh rando assassin"

unless theres a magician association

Respheal

omg

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

and not just I just know he's an assassin

there's a connection

Superjustin of Time and Space

I love these images @Kabocha

mariah (rainy day dreams)

They went to baby murder magic school together

Lyall

looool

Kabocha

You know, in Ink Drop Cafe, I've been talking about how Pascal is secretly out to kill Conan, because Conan's clearly the evil little brother

Lyall

they do look a like

i have a hard time telling them apart tbh

Respheal

rip

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LMAO

Superjustin of Time and Space

Wait

there's sucha thing

Respheal

I gotta admit that's more me sucking at drawing :'D I WILL GET BETTER(edited)

Superjustin of Time and Space

as babby murder time hour?

Lyall

i think that's why i haven't bonded with pascal, he reminds me of conan mostly

but like better dressed

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

you did improve a lot Res

Respheal

Thanks <3(edited)

Superjustin of Time and Space

Indeed

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

:3

Mahotou

same face syndrome is a butt

Respheal

Pascal needs to show up moar so I can get more practice drawing him xD

Lyall

hahah oh dear

Superjustin of Time and Space

XD(edited)

Lyall

i was thinking they were secret twins or something

RebelVampire

while were on these subjects. let us theorize

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2289959/001/

who that other kid in that page

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Lucie?(edited)

Respheal

pbbt

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

A childhood friend?

Lyall

maybe one of them is din as a kid(edited)

cause of the black hair

Mahotou

OMG YES WHAT DO OTHERS THINK ABOUT DA OTHER KID?

Kabocha

my initial thought was it's conan

Lyall

same

i thought it was conan the first time but the hair looks black

RebelVampire

what if the other kid is pascal

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

that might be pascal lel

Lyall

pascal and din

mariah (rainy day dreams)

mind blown

Kabocha

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2460520/067/ Conan has forgotten something though

Amarok

i subscribe to that was Conan and Din in the first few

Mahotou

i thought it was conan at one point and pascal at another point. and now i just dont know

Amarok

and he has memory loss

Lyall

it's just some random kiddos, gosh

Amarok

and has a history in Evenheim

Lyall

for establishing shot

Amarok

else why would the City Daemon help him

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

The woman is Conan's mom shot

Superjustin of Time and Space

Dang Kabo I love these too much

RebelVampire

well one of the kids is din. unless theres another green eyed floof person

Amarok

im guessing said scene was shortly after Conan's mom died and deadbeat dad left

Superjustin of Time and Space

your sketches

Lyall

oh wait there's more to the kiddos

wow i completely forgot about this part, LOL

okay yeah that's def Din

no doubt

i remember i knew that when i read it

cause it's pretty obvious

unless he has a twin

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

that was 17 years before the start of the story

Kabocha

gotta be Din. 'cause dem green eyes

Lyall

and the hair

RebelVampire

i lean towards its pascal just cause it being conan is too obvious imo.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he has floofy hair

Lyall

yeah

and he's better dressed than conan cause he's wearing blue

blue always the best

Respheal

xD

Kabocha

but we've also seen Conan's dad

and conan's dad is kinda fancy.

Lyall

well it's not din's boyfriend

can cross that off

RebelVampire

conan is their half brother O_O and his mom was a princess so he got a less shitty life

problem solved

Respheal

I mean, I haven't introduced that many characters yet xD So it's either one of them or someone tht hasn't been introduced yet~~~~

Lyall

that's very magi rebel, hahah

Superjustin of Time and Space

introduce more

Respheal

ikr

soooooooooon

ish

Lyall

conan is alibaba

Respheal

Soon in webcomic time

RebelVampire

LOL

it could be someone new tho, i dont discount that.

its not lucie

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

webcomic time = 10 years

RebelVampire

she is also crossed off the list

Lyall

i thought she was related to din cause of her black hair

mother or sister

RebelVampire

who are you talking about draco?

Respheal

The woman from the prologue I presume(edited)

Lyall

yus

Superjustin of Time and Space

k I'm gonna listen to some music, you guys enjoy the rest of the chat

Respheal

Alrighty, have fun!

Lyall

kay, laterz Super~!

Superjustin of Time and Space

Thanks~ And laterz!

RebelVampire

thank for coming super~!

Superjustin of Time and Space

You're welcome. ^_^

Kabocha

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2294666/003/ The last line on this page

The hate between Din and Conan is not quite strong enough

Lyall

oh

Kabocha

you know how some comics have power of friendship? These guys gotta be powered by hate. :'3

Lyall

this

Respheal

LOL

Amarok

right now its mutual distrust and distaste

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

rip

Lyall

doesn't this imply that din is borrowing power from people he hates to change the world to his own ideals so he is a two faced snake that's going to betray his master at some point, lol

Amarok

especially wiht that accent and old outfit

Kabocha

Right now Conan is basically the one in charge...

Well.

Lyall

sorta

he's not really

Kabocha

Yeah.

Of Pascal.

Respheal

xD

Lyall

din is borrowing power from whoever told him to get conan

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep

he was looking for Conan's dad too I think

Respheal

Correct

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

which is something strange

Respheal

Wondering where the heck he is, anyway

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

cus Din and Conan gave different years on how long he was missing

Lyall

check the brothels

Amarok

imagines din with a "wheres felix" book(edited)

RebelVampire

what sort of power are we talking about tho? like do you have to be bound to someone to access more magic? are we talking about political power? etc.

Respheal

xD

Lyall

i think it's more a position of power

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

mind power?

Lyall

like a rank of some sort

RebelVampire

cause if were talking about rank

Lyall

well not official rank

RebelVampire

what if that lady was a court magician and she took the boys in and trained them

Lyall

but more access to stuff

maybe but she was dressed pretty poor too

Respheal

How many doodles did you make??? xDDDD

lmao

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Does the king have the same powers as conan does?

Kabocha

I'm doing these as I go

RebelVampire

her dress was pretty nice imo. plain but nice

Mahotou

rank is involved with the command ability right?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

it does?

Lyall

her hair made me think she's poor tho

Mahotou

and i think she's a mage from implying they (herself and kid din) are stray dogs

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

again only reading the actual pages

RebelVampire

its possible the king has the same powers cause in res' world info city daemons are generally heard by high ranking officials

Amarok

if it does how does teh rank pass?

Kabocha

I think rank was only mentioned in the comments

Amarok

the old king is dead. long live teh king.. but whos the king?

Kabocha

so it's wild mass guessing at the moment

Lyall

iamking

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

that means conan is in a high position if he can command pascal

Lyall

well if he's the king's son he'd be a prince of some sort maybe(edited)

Mahotou

which i guess bring's his lineage into question (looks at felix)(edited)

Lyall

fuzzy memory tho will not benefit me here

RebelVampire

to be fair some tidbits of info are more a question of did you read the supplemental world info

cause theres some juicy hints in there if you connect some dots

Respheal

This is true

There's a lot of stuff I just plain can't fit in the comic xD But it's usually not 100% necessary info

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

was thinking what if Felix is somehow related to the king

wild guess

Kabocha

Felix is a rival for the throne?

That's a good theory....

Lyall

oh reminds me i was thinking you should put the dusk appendix in the main menu bar if you can

cause i didn't think to look for world information in the about page

only when rebel pointed it out did i know it existed

Kabocha

I'mma subscribe to that one mharz

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

why does the king want Felix and his heir Conan dead?

Mahotou

is felix an illegal baby of royalty? is conan?(edited)

Respheal

Hmm, I can see about making it fit in there

Making Conan a bastard lol

rip

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. Conan himself is rather strange with having a rare ability to hear city daemons. He also has suggested there are important things he may have forgotten. Why or what is Conan that makes him as much a target as his father? Is there are a reason he seems to have hidden abilities? Has he forgotten something that will later be pivotal to the story?

drops question early since were on the topic anyway

Amarok

hes a target cause his father is a target, making him a source of leverage

Kabocha

Someone wants to flush Felix out. :3

Lyall

i just assumed he had his memories hidden to protect him and hide him from others

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I wonder if it's becos Conan's memory was rigged which is why he says his father went missing 14 years instead of 25

RebelVampire

leverage only works if you intend to keep someone alive tho. so i mean hes leverage for din maybe, but not for pascal

or the king

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Like I feel Din's statement is more legit

Amarok

Conan has the ability to hear THAT specific Daemon cause the City Daemon of Evenheim will protect its own people

meaning Conan has history in Evenheim

Kabocha

Could conan be older than people think?

Mahotou

Din's the kidnapper and Pasc is trying to kill Conan. he's targeted not to be ransom but to be killed. why's he a threat?(edited)

Amarok

reinforced by the mark on Dins back, the same mark on Conan's Watch, and the same mark hanging above Evenheim's gate

Lyall

maybe conan isn't a real person

Respheal

Suddenly we've got a D.Gray-Man situation if he's older than people think xD

RebelVampire

yeah i think conan has some sort of high station in evenheim at least

Kabocha

'cause Conan was born in Evenheim, or so we think... There's gotta be some record of it -- so Felix being missing mysteriously for 25 years would be a little odd, eh?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

rip

Kabocha

unless Evenheim doesn't keep records

Amarok

im thinking Felix or at least the Renaud family used to be in control of Evenheim

Kabocha

OOPS OUR PUBLIC RECORDS GOT BURNT DOWN

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

well if he's assumed dead and had a different name it's easy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

brb gonna food.

:3

Mahotou

my guess is that while felix went missing, he had conan. so conan knew he was around cuz he was living with his dad

RebelVampire

yeah

thats how i interpreted the 14 vs 25 thing

is that din didnt know where he was

but conan did

Kabocha

oh god, conan's dad was one of those sovereign citizen guys wasn't he

Respheal

oh lord

Kabocha

that's the REAL reason Conan has missing memories

RebelVampire

it couldve been conan's mom who was from the affluential family. felix is just some bum

Kabocha

his mom was dying of stress of his dad saying "you can't put me on trial here because that flag is wrong"

Lyall

i hope

his dad is incredibly good looking(edited)

RebelVampire

http://www.galebound.com/cast/

hes the bottom right guy

Lyall

oh geezus

Mahotou

that cast page is a good resource

Lyall

he is

i don't care if he's an asshole he's my new second fave

Respheal

xD

Lyall

looks like you got a bro conan

pascal

Respheal

I had fun with some of these descriptions lololol

Mahotou

Too good for this cruel world

Lyall

like

pascal looks more like felix's son than conan does

maybe pascal was given conan's real appearance to protect conan

since pascal can protect himself

and is loved less

Amarok

Pascal isnt smart enough to be a decoy

Respheal

His murderin' pants

Amarok

xD

Lyall

maybe pascal is a clone

a magic clone

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

I am finally home, so I ahve to say this

RebelVampire

pascal is too good for this world and wait a second pascal has green eyes

Amarok

he gets back to the king after completing the task

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

So that horse might be a person

Lyall

maybe the horse is felix

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

That was my crack theory for the longest time

Respheal

wat

Lyall

felix is an animagus

Kabocha

he's a cat.

Amarok

"congratulations captain murderpants on a job well done" "but im only a lieutenant" "I just promoted you"

Lyall

felix the cat

har har har

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

Alright now I got that here I'm gonna poof, I feel like dying sorry qwq

Lyall

kay~! laterz Feather~!

Feather, Duke of Hot Leaf Juice

But yes, my crack theory was the mare was a person who happens to be the true heir and all the jazz

Respheal

Hahahaha drop in to post that crack theory and then poof out xDD

Alrighty see ya o/

Lyall

don't you mean

Respheal

Get feelin better

Lyall

true mare

Kabocha

during the dark hour, Artemis was a ... night mare

I'll see myself out thank you

Respheal

But yes, that's where Pascal got the cinnabon part of his nickname

RebelVampire

i wonder if its telling that felix and conan have middle names but the others dont. is this an indication of their fancy O_O

Lyall

mark of royalty

or pretentious namers

Respheal

Bit of a family tradition

Conan's grandpa's name is Matthias, and his great-grandpa would've been a Lucas

And on it goes

Lyall

ooooooooh

i drank way too much caffeine today

Kabocha

If Conan isn't ejected from the gene pool

Respheal

lol

Kabocha

his kid should probably have the name "felix" at some point(edited)

BUT WHAT HAPPENS IF THERE'S A SECOND CHILD

Lyall

conan's real name is Felix Jr.

RebelVampire

then the second child is banished

there can only be one

Respheal

xDDD

Kabocha

this is why pascal wants to kill conan

Lyall

how spartan

but conan is younger

Kabocha

Conan was the favorite.

:3

Lyall

but he doesn't dress as well

Kabocha

Clearly not.

Lyall

fashion too important

Kabocha

his dad was a hobo. Lyall

no he's wearing an ascot

Mahotou

that's why conan was hidden away as a stable boi

Lyall

hobos don't wear ascots

Kabocha

Din's sleeping on the ground right now

and he was in an alley with a blanket and probably a hobo then :'3

Din is King Hobo.

Lyall

no he was poor then

and sleeping on the ground is necessity

Kabocha

So you mean Din had a whirlwind of success?

Mahotou

he travels on foot and by caravan. sounds like a bumkin

Lyall

no din sold his soul to the devil of the story

Respheal

To be fair, Maho, they haven't gotten around to trains yet xD

Kabocha

Really, that part of things had to be a breeze.

Mahotou

so Res, how's din's soul looking on that pedistal?

Respheal

owo

Kabocha

Wait, if Din sold his soul to a devil...

Where is Rex.

Lyall

everywhere always

Mahotou

lol

Kabocha

it all comes back to freaking Rex.

Respheal

I'm gonna start responding to theory questions with a kyubey expression

Mahotou

yey!

Kabocha

"Wanna make a contract?"

Lyall

rex is a terrible bad guy, i hope res did better than that, hahah

RebelVampire

on a more serious note din said that theyre after "felix or his heir" so does that mean they knew felix only had one kid or that there can only be one heir so if felix had more kids it doesnt matter?

Lyall

gawd I hope Felix had a whole bunch of kids

Respheal

Good question!

Lyall

his kitten litter

Respheal

Din:

Lyall

Felix: Find them all Din, now find me

Respheal

THIS ISN'T POKEMON LOL

THERE IS NO CATCH 'EM ALL

xD

RebelVampire

this is why felix left. he has to go around the world having kids

Lyall

Felix: Sorry Din, my duty in life is to make babies with every one i meet

Kabocha

oh god

Respheal

omg xD

Lyall

Felix: I must share the beauty that is I

Kabocha

Felix's theme song is now Vanilla.

(by Gackt)

Lyall

rather Booty Call

Respheal

-dies-

Amarok

welp gotta go for now

Respheal

Awww, see ya! o/

Amarok

i may be back

Lyall

Bye Amarok~! Thank you for coming~!

Respheal

Thanks for joining :D

Ah heck

You guys are asking good questions though >:3

RebelVampire

thanks for coming Amarok~!

Lyall

i know nothing about Felix but he is now a full time player in my mind

Respheal

And have grazed a fair number of truths(edited)

Lyall

the horse was conan's mother all along

RebelVampire

i think we could also ask why now? like theyve not cared for 25 years about felix but now theyre like "welp better go assassinate him"

Mahotou

maybe they were looking for him for 25 years tho maybe the question is, who let slip that felix has a boy in the horse land(edited)

Lyall

his gambling debt got too high

RebelVampire

thats true it mightve just take 25 years

yeah thats an equally valid question

why do they suddenly know about conan

Lyall

omg he looks like Loki from Matantei Loki Ragnarok there

RebelVampire

did felix send them a letter and was like "hey guys just want to tell you i definitely dont have a secret son in this location."

Lyall

http://www.absoluteanime.com/mythical_detective_loki_ragnarok/loki.jpg

cause it's obscure

Respheal

Definitely don't go to the ranch in Norin that has a sign saying "Renaud Ranch". No one of interest there.

Kabocha

:'3

RebelVampire

His name is definitely not conan either.

Kabocha

Felix goofed up there

Lyall

good going felix

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

what I miss?

Lyall

felix not smart, just lucky

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

huh?

RebelVampire

were talking about why everyone came to get conan now instead of earlier

Respheal

I think we were talking about why people are after Felix and Conan

Yeah

Lyall

yus

Respheal

3. Conan himself is rather strange with having a rare ability to hear city daemons. He also has suggested there are important things he may have forgotten. Why or what is Conan that makes him as much a target as his father? Is there are a reason he seems to have hidden abilities? Has he forgotten something that will later be pivotal to the story?

-copy-pastes the question-(edited)

-cuz I kinda forgot what the question was too-

xD

Kabocha

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Lyall

Icanfinallydotext OTL

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

oh

RebelVampire

throws confetti for draco

Kabocha

Answering this question is hard

Lyall

i always assumed conan was a prince

RebelVampire

i definitely think whatever conan forgot is important

Lyall

or something to that effect

RebelVampire

cause of the amulet

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he's an outsider prince

Kabocha

Conan forgot his mom.

Lyall

prince of demons

prince of pizza

Respheal

wat

Kabocha

Like, seriously, that lady in the flashback

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

they have pizza?

RebelVampire

Din: Conan what do you remember about your mother? Conan: ....I have a mother?

Lyall

do they have pizza?

i've no idea

Kabocha

LOL

Respheal

Probably something LIKE pizza

Lyall

omg conan that's sad

Respheal

Aww

Lyall

Conan: Wait, what's a mother

Respheal

OH NO

Kabocha

CONAN WAS BORN IN A TEST TUBE

Lyall

Din: I am your mother

Respheal

Suddenly Lost Boy

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

omg

Respheal

WAT

Mahotou

he was just talking about how he was upset that his dad didn't come to her funeral too. (edited)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din is not a Damon, Draco

Lyall

it's a dark hole i can paint you

Kabocha

http://www.galebound.com/comics/2460520/067/ But no, seriously, I feel like this was really really heavily implied

RebelVampire

no i definitely think thats his mom too

Kabocha

either that or conan has an older sister

RebelVampire

in the flashback

Lyall

it's

his first wife

Kabocha

conan had a wife

Mahotou

i thought he may have forgotten what her last words were

Lyall

yus

Kabocha

omg

so he really IS older

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Lyall

conan is really a lot older than he looks

but when he was hidden he was made younger

Kabocha

add another 11 years onto that

Lyall

because he too is a magician

Respheal

Ha, add 11 years and he'd be Din's age

Lyall

shot

maybe

conan is felix

and pascal is his son

RebelVampire

i dont think were going that far into the twilight zone

Lyall

hey it can work

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LMAO

Lyall

you can connect the bridges to make it work

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Draco it's not reincarnation

Mahotou

Kabo is SO PREPARED with these images xD(edited)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

stahp applying Zenchav logic here

Lyall

Conan: Why do you look so much worse than with your age lines

Respheal

And then suddenly Din and Conan are fraternal twins

Lyall

i can connect anything

do not take theories from me

Kabocha

@Mahotou -- no, I'm actually literally drawing this as I go

I know I said I'd prepare stuff, but I can't make this up

RebelVampire

so one thing conan definitely forgot in that flashback is the amulet cause clearly hed seen it before

Lyall

kabo super good at drawing fast(edited)

yus

and his first horse

that someone stole

:<

Respheal

Probably Parker lol

(jk)

Lyall

gdi parker

Respheal

xD

Kabocha

we need to see Parker in comic

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Kabo is like a cali

Respheal

Someday!

Lyall

yus

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

is parker cute?

Lyall

always the important question

Kabocha

parker's drunk all the time XD

Respheal

^

Lyall

:<

Respheal

He's uh.....

Lyall

that's not cute

maybe

Respheal

He's made an appearance in a lil derp comic I did for TWC

Lyall

is his first name peter

Respheal

https://respheal.tumblr.com/post/156311533421/twc-challenge-2-featuring-conan-and-his

Lyall

awww kiss him parker

when he's awake

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

aww he's a cute tubby guy RebelVampire

QUESTION 4. Din tells Conan that the reason Conan is being hunted is because of Conan’s father, Felix. What exactly did Felix do to make so many enemies? Where do you think he went? Is he dead or is he out wandering the world somewhere? Do you think Conan will run into him or is Felix’s role inconsequential?

Lyall

my eyes are tired so i read hunted as haunted

Kabocha

Felix stole a horse.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

the king's horse

Artemis is the king's horse

Mahotou

i think conan will meet with felix somewhere down the line.

Kabocha

Also, probably slept with someone's sister that he shouldnta

Lyall

well felix slept with a lot of people's significant others

Respheal

And that's when Conan punches the hell outta Felix (jk lol.....or am I?)(edited)

Lyall

UnU

RebelVampire

conan should punch felix anyway

say thanks for leaving to get milk and not coming back, dad

Lyall

Felix: Come son, let us embrace

Kabocha

So, who did Conan inherit his ahoge from?

His ma or his pa

Lyall

the pressing questions

Respheal

That's actually a good question

That I don't remember the answer to

Lyall

D:

Respheal

-looks up refs-

Mahotou

its the grandpa

Lyall

from the horse

UvU

Kabocha

OH WAIT

I know

neither. XD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix: You shall do my bidding

takes over the underworld

Lyall

no felix that's bad

Respheal

If rank is determined by ahoge, Pascal is probably higher ranked

Lyall

lolol

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

oh wait that's a different story

Lyall

Felix: Conan let me show you my magic bag

I hope Conan's real name is Katz

Kabocha

Yeah, Pascal would have the larger of the two ahoge

Respheal

Katz?

Mahotou

Pasc has windmill sweeping hair

Kabocha

...Those two I DID draw yesterday

Lyall

like Cat

so it's Felix and Katz

Respheal

omg

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL

Lyall

and a magic bag

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix the Katz

Lyall

do not let me name things, i'm sorry

Kabocha

How much DOES conan know about his dad

Lyall

nothing probably

how much does conan know about himself even

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix is probably a threat to overthrow the king which is why they want he and Conan dead

RebelVampire

well he knows hes missing

Lyall

how can you know your dad if you don't know yourself

Kabocha

that's deep.

Respheal

Well, Conan has hinted a bit as to how much he knows about his dad

Which is to say: not much

Lyall

Conan: I had a dad?

Respheal

OH NO XDDDD

Lyall

Conan: I thought I was born from these horses and Parker

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

might be fabricated

definitely fabricated memory

Lyall

yeah that's true

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

poor guy

Lyall

even if he had a memory it could be false

Kabocha

have we seen conan's belly button yet

Lyall

conan is an unreliable source for info atm

Kabocha

DOES HE HAVE A BELLY BUTTON

Respheal

........wat

xDDD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep

Kabocha

if he's not got parents

like, if he was some sort of magical being

would he actually have one?

Respheal

Alright Conan, lift yer shirt

Lyall

does conan have abs,

the important questions

Respheal

hell yeah

Boy works on a farm all day

Lyall

10/10

RebelVampire

>v>

Lyall

work it farm boy

Mahotou

he had a nice back

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he's ripped

Kabocha

Din also has a nice back.

and a nice tattoo

Mahotou

that page where he took off his shirt

#hesstrippingagain

Lyall

The tattoo is proof he sold his soul

for powah

RebelVampire

it looks more like a brand than a tattoo to me. like someone took a hot poker and put it to his back. and it went sizzle sizzle

Lyall

my first thought was what he's advertising

Mahotou

being branded gave him powerzz

Lyall

someone used din as a billboard

Mahotou

powerful slave?

Lyall

that's really a company

RebelVampire

or being branded is him being marked as magician cattle O_O

Lyall

ooooooh

Mahotou

that

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din Works for Conan's clan

Lyall

that's what i think

Kabocha

I feel like I've seen din's tattoo somewhere in comic tho

Lyall

slave to conan's family

RebelVampire

the watch

Lyall

yus

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Pascal works for the King

Lyall

but maybe it's not the real king

RebelVampire

its the same emblem on conan's watch or looks supsiciously similar

Lyall

maybe felix was the real king, but went into hiding

that's why he's missing

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yep

maybe it was invaded

Lyall

yis

Mahotou

sht someone help me compare the watch to din's sholder

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

then King whoeverhisname is

Lyall

we shall call him Gink

King Gink

Mahotou

Gink-king?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

is scared that Conan's clan will go revenge

RebelVampire

draco you cant always just make new names by spelling backwards

Respheal

Watch: http://www.galebound.com/comics/2362830/035/ Shoulder: http://www.galebound.com/comics/2369956/040/

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

which is why he wants Felix and his heir dead

Lyall

yes I can

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

LOL draco

Respheal

@Mahotou ^

Lyall

Conan's real name is Nanoc

maybe Felix is a robin hood type

pushed into hiding but doing good for the poor

but he looks like an ass

so i doubt it

RebelVampire

but i cant say for sure about the similarities. theyre just suspiciously similar.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

draco

Conan's mind is fabricated as to protech him

well that was kinda obvious(edited)

Lyall

yis

Kabocha

I feel like I remember seeing a comment once about some of the scenery in Evenheim and I'm like what are some of these comments talking about

cameos?

Kabocha

and other stuff

Respheal

Hahaha if it makes it easier to refer to the king Din's looking to overthrow, King Cymaria works (they go by their city-state name sometimes)

Ah yeah there were a few pages with cameos from other comics

Lyall

maybe the king is a woman

cause their name ends in A

i'm sorry i really drank too much caffeine

RebelVampire

if this is a matter of felix is the true king i still dont get why theyd wait so long to deal with him. not to mention even if he changed his name i think hed be found out cause a king being dethroned is kind of a big deal

Lyall

yeah that's true rebel

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

probably because Conan is more powerful

and they were waiting him to grow up

lel

Lyall

but maybe he's a different kind of royalty

i'm not fully theorized in the construct of the world

RebelVampire

im not talking about conan im talking about felix

Lyall

so the hierarchy of such could be different than the assumed

RebelVampire

conan wouldnt of been born yet

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

but it's related

Respheal

Conan's 22, for reference

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

wait

he's 22?

Lyall

like maybe there's a different kind of royalty amongst the magician

than with the lands

Mahotou

its in the cast page too right?

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

again, I didn't read anything aside the main pages

Respheal

It's fine ^^

It's all optional supplementary stuff hiding back there lol

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

it's more fun to speculate that way

RebelVampire

yeah conan is 22 so he was born 3 years after din and his cohorts think felix went missing.

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Felix ran away

Lyall

i want to read it all again, and the supplemental stuff :<

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

met the magician girl

lived with them for 11 years

Lyall

looks at pile of pages to draw

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

then ran away again

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

rip my theory

Lyall

would felix be din's father then

Respheal

:3

Lyall

wha

RebelVampire

so i guess felix left when conan was 8?

Respheal

Oh nah I'm just trolling with my reactions mostly xD

All of the theories have been good!

Correct

22-14=8

Wait

Lyall

bad parenting felix

Respheal

Yeah

Lyall

abandoning your son

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

psh who does that

Lyall

for the greater good

of brothels

no not you rex

get back in your hole

Kabocha

We need an icon for Felix now

Respheal

That would be the grumpiest icon

Lyall

felix joins dad of the year club

Respheal

xD

RebelVampire

you can never have enough grumpy icons

Mahotou

i think Din's grin would be more appropriate for Res.

xD

Respheal

That's like the criteria for being a Magician: have a blood-curdling evil grin

RebelVampire

i really love the pattern on pascal's shirt random

Lyall

lolololol

yus

Respheal

Pascal likes dressin up

Lyall

he wears it well

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

he and din are

Mahotou

Pasc "i'm an assasin so i'm in all black but i wanna stand out and be fancy soooo RED CRAVAT"

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

yiss

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

lolol

Respheal

Hahaha Pascal wears the red cravat solely cuz it matches his magic's color

He's like IT MATCHES YES

Kabocha

and his eyes!

Lyall

omg XD that dork

Kabocha

also the blood of his enemies!

Respheal

Well yeah the ring around the eyes matches their magic too

Kabocha

res, where's that stupid pic of pascal I drew

Respheal

(Din's is kinda hard to see sometimes--I gotta fix that)

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I like red so I approve

Lyall

blueisbest

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

red

Lyall

blue

Respheal

>w>

Respheal

Gonna quote @Mahotou here

"WHO'S BLUE?????"

Lyall

felix?

RebelVampire

the entire comic

Respheal

Now it is! xD

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

draco

Lyall

mharz

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

no

Lyall

yes

ironically mharz's name is blue and mine is red

RebelVampire

with 6 minutes left to go does anyone have any closing thoughts?

Lyall

ummm

tell us all the secrets

Respheal

Since we're getting close to it, I was gonna mention what the next chapter's gonna be called

#speculation

Mahotou

OOOOOOOOOO

Kabocha

:3

Respheal

Chapter 4: Hear, Obey, Defy

:3

Mahotou

*looks at Din

RebelVampire

rip conan

Lyall

din gonna disobey

tsks

it's okay din

i support you

kill him if necessary

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

be free Din, be free

Lyall

yus

free your genie bond

Respheal

Hahaha funny you should mention that

Din -> djinn

Lyall

oh i noticed

Respheal

xD

Lyall

and then i forgot

Respheal

LOL

Lyall

but now i remember

Kabocha

When's Din gonna have another slasher smile?

RebelVampire

but were all assuming it means din gonna betray conan i think. it could be that they cross the bridge, someone is like "din you take that boy to the king gosh" and then din is like no go jump off a bridge

Lyall

look at din

of course he's going to betray him

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

I trust Din

with my pennies

Respheal

:3

RebelVampire

i trust artemis

Lyall

I trust din to do what's right for the story

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Artemis is best

Lyall

i trust din to do what's right for din too

unless

he forms a really really strong bond with conan

which could happen

but he does not have that atm

Respheal

Hahaha I will say, a lot of you were SERIOUSLY on the right track

I was screaming

xD

Lyall

it was the horse theory wasn't it

Respheal

Yes

You caught me

Lyall

felix is a horse

Respheal

Conan's mom never died, she's been the horse all along

Lyall

just horsing around

RebelVampire

to be fair tho if din wants to overthrow the king its not to his advantage yet to betray conan if conan is some necessary component

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Din wants to be king

RebelVampire

i approve of King Din

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

overthrows the king first then makes conan the king

Lyall

i feel like a lot of the story pieces are still missing for me to make a real judgement on who's right and wrong

Lyall

I support king Din 100%

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

then overthrow conan

Lyall

i want a picture of king Din

Kabocha

Res was totally blown away by the theories.

Respheal

Yeah, that's the thing--there is a LOT of missing info right now

Lyall

i feel he'd be very lelouch

Respheal

More info will come of course.....but then that might just spawn MORE QUESTIONS

-evil laugh-

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

gonna wait until chapter 10

Lyall

d'aaaaw

Mharz of Angels & Punchy Ladies

Likes to pile up things

Respheal

Oh heck chapter ten's gonna be nuts

Lyall

res so good at keeping spoilers

Respheal

.....so is every chapter up to that but y'know

RebelVampire

Unfortunately, the scheduled Comic Tea Party is now complete~! Thank you everyone so much for joining this week’s chat~! That being said, if you would like to continue discussing the comic, we encourage you to do so~! We want to give a big thank you to Respheal, as well, for volunteering Galebound for our reading queue. If you liked the comic, please be sure to support Respheal’s efforts. If you have questions, concerns, or suggestions about CTP, please feel free to PM me, or e-mail me at rebelvampire@startfaire.com.

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Hey there, and thanks for taking a second to browse through these!  I was going to make a special page for it, but every time I do, I end up hating the theme and changing it fifty billion times, so I’m giving this a shot!  Anyway, this might seem like a lot as far as ‘rules’ are concerned, but most of it is just outlining what to expect on this blog so there won’t be any (potentially unpleasant) surprises later on.

So, most important is credit!  This part will be updated as I change things around on the blog:  The image used in my avatar is ‘Jashin’s Apostle’ by the incredibly-talented Roggles.

This is an independent, semi-selective roleplaying blog.  Probably should throw canon-divergent in there, too, as it’s bound to happen somewhere down the line.  The only reason I’m saying ‘selective’ at all is because I’m a person who is overwhelmed very easily with replies (I’ll explain why in a minute here), so I’d like to limit my interactions to something manageable.  Just because I turn down an interaction does not mean that a) I don’t want to write with you, b) I will never want to write with you, c) I don’t like you or your character, or d) I’m shutting down any interaction we might have.  Even if I say ‘hey, i’m not looking for more threads at the moment’, that does not mean we can’t plot something out for when I’m not so swamped, or that we can’t scream about our muses together, or just chat out of character for a while.  I’m just temporarily turning down another thread, I’m not turning you down.

This blog is going to contain a lot of…let’s call it questionable material, given the nature of Hidan. In the interest of staying true to his character, I will not shy away from this stuff, meaning there will be a lot of blood, violence, gore, and the like.  It will, however, be tagged to hell and back, and if I’m threading with someone who is uncomfortable writing out all of that stuff, I will be happy to discuss the outcome with said partner (because continuity is an awesome thing, in my opinion) and do a fade to black.  

Hidan will not kill your character unless I have your explicit permission.  I will draw the line at serious wounds (again, with your permission).

The only topics I will never approach, as I find them just…ick:  incest, pedophilia, rape.  This list will probably grow as I think of things/am approached for topics.

OCs are welcomed with open arms on this blog, as are crossovers and AUs.  Doesn’t matter if I’m familiar with the fandom or not, whether they have a fandom or not (in the case of ocs).  Give them to me, please and thank.

I’m going to be slow.  Like, herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter slow.  I work a lot, run another roleplay blog, and have IRL stuff going on quite a bit (which sucks, but you know).  Patience is greatly appreciated.  A nudge after a few days is a-okay, even encouraged, since I’m pretty scatterbrained 99.99% of the time; multiple nudges over the span of like, two days?  Eh, not so much.  I don’t think anybody appreciates that. It’s also worth noting that, if you write a thing for me (be it a starter, an ask, a drabble, etc.) and I don’t give it a like, I haven’t seen it, so please please please nudge me and let me know it’s there!  I don’t want anybody thinking I’m ignoring them or something.  

I am not my muse.  And – you know what, I’m gonna say it again, since I’ve had issues with this in the past:   I am not my muse.  Hidan is an asshole.  He’s going to be rude, obnoxious, foul-mouthed, and just generally disrespectful, because that’s….just him.  His feelings on something (another muse, a situation, a particular topic, whatever) do not always mirror mine.  If you’re ever wondering about my personal stance on anything, feel free to ask me, as I have no problem sharing, but please do not assume that he and I are going to agree on everything.

Shipping:  Since lots of folks love this particular topic, I gotta make sure it’s covered.  I love to ship as much as the next person, but only if the chemistry is there between our muses!  Hidan is going to be…a pain in the ass to get close to, honestly, but I’m not going to say it won’t ever happen.   But, please don’t force ships.  Kills the thread, kills the mood, kills the muse.  Not a good thing.

I’m not exclusive, but I will be ship exclusive.  Like, say, I’ve got a ship going with character A, and another version of character A comes along.  I will gladly write with that second version, but any discussion of a potential ship will be shut right down, as I’ve already got it with the first.

I am of age (21+), as is my muse, and there will undoubtedly by NSFW material appearing on this blog.  Most of it will be contained to writing, with the occasional image thrown in, and it will be tagged (regardless of what form it may take), with a general nsfw //, (subject) //, and (subject) cw..  Pretty obsessive when it comes to tagging, as I really don’t want my followers blasted with stuff they don’t want to see.  Also, if there’s anything specific you need tagged, let me know!  I’ll be more than happy to do it for you.

Unless it's part of a thread, dirty NSFW stuff will mostly show up on Sunday (Sinday) only. Again, all will be tagged.

It should be a given, but since it’s apparently not:  I will happily write with anyone and everyone, but NSFW stuff will NOT be written with folks under the age of 18.  And please, please do not lie about your age.  It’s rude and could potentially get people in trouble, so…yeah.  Please don’t.

I like using small text, with an icon or two thrown in, and most of the time, my replies will end up on the longer side.  In no way do I expect my partners to match me; length, style, whatever.  Doesn’t matter.  As long as I have something to work with, we’re good.  And, if you need me to use normal text for our threads, just let me know!  I’ll be glad to do so.

OOC communication will be kept between the other mun and myself.  If you send me an ask out of character regarding some matter between us, it will be answered privately unless it’s for a meme I reblogged or you specifically ask me to post it.  OOC discussions are strictly between you and I, not us and the rest of the dashboard.

Memes, I frickin’ love memes.  Rarely will a day go by that I don’t reblog one of some kind, and these are, of course, for everybody.  If you’re feeling one of them, send it in!  Memes are great ice-breakers, so I welcome any and all.  I don’t do reblog karma, either.  If you want to send the thing, send the thing.  If you like the meme, want to reblog it, and don’t feel like sending the thing, reblog away and don’t send the thing.  It’s all good!  Sometimes those things just don’t work, and that’s a-okay by me.  I’m not going to try and guilt you into sending me stuff.

Constructive criticism is good and highly encouraged.  I’m always looking to improve on stuff, so thoughts and opinions are always welcome.  Hate, on the other hand, is not.  Hate will be laughed at, deleted, and the sender will be blocked.  If someone cannot conduct themselves like a decent human being, they’re not worth anyone’s time.  So – yeah, just don’t.  Might sound a little harsh, but in my time roleplaying on Tumblr I have seen so much hate thrown around the dash, and I’m absolutely fed up with it.

Minor godmodding is alright.  Like, if you’re writing a starter or answering a meme thing that I sent you, and you need my muse doing/saying something specific, then go ahead and write it in that they did the thing!  If we’re threading and yours asks something minor of mine (’pass that to me, would you?’), it’s okay to assume it was done!  So long as it doesn’t go further than that, it’s perfectly fine.

While I may not send in passwords, phrases, or whatever people are using now, I read everyone’s rule page – no exceptions.  So, rest assured, if you see my URL in your followers list, your rules have been read.  And I’ll probably read them again when we start interacting, just so I make sure I don’t miss anything.

My followers are welcome to hit me up on other platforms; Skype, Discord, Steam, and so forth.  Just lemme know which one you want, if you do at all, and I’ll be happy to give you my handle(s).

And that…should cover the important points.  I’ll update this as situations arise, or I remember stuff.  In the meantime, though, I want to thank you again for reading through these, and I’m looking forward to meeting and writing with you all!

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All I Could’ve Hoped For {Connor Murphy imagine}

a/n: hello there!! this is my first actual imagine, so constructive criticism is 100% okay, if you have any request feel free to flood my inbox!! ahhh thank you and enjoy!! side note, this song is mentioned so give it a listen!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ry_l-DdYwyo

Warnings: kinda shit writing, fluffy TRASH slight mention of sex??

You felt like a princess. Y/n had never imagined herself at prom, She’d lost interest in dances by sophomore year. But when Connor surprised her by showing up at your door with your favorite takeout food and a small sign reading “prom?” You felt just like the girls in those cliche high school movies. So there you sat, in your bedroom, putting the finishing touches on your hair.    

“Holy hell, you look amazing!” Zoe said, flattening her dress. “I’m afraid Connor might drop dead as soon as he see you! You really do look fantastic.” Alana added “You think so?” you smiled to yourself, excited for her last school dance.

The trio made their way downstairs. “Oh my gosh, you girls look like royalty!” Cynthia gasped, as your mom snapped as many pictures as her camera would allow.

Connor stood there, wide eyed, taking in the sight of you. He couldn’t believe it. You looked...ethereal.Connor had been head over heels in love with you since you waltz into his life in the 7th grade. Granted, you were both hitting your emo phases at the same time, so you bonded over MCR and your hatred for your parents at the time, But Connor knew that if he ever lost you, he’d lose himself. You were his rock. You were there every time he nearly murdered his father, You were there when he broke down after numerous attempts to convince his parents he needed therapy. You were there throughout all the bumps and mishaps. And here you are now, standing before him looking like an absolute goddess.

“How did i end up with someone as stunning as you?” Connor beamed, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head in the crook of your neck. “I can ask the same question to you, Murphy.” You smirk, smiling for another never ending round of pictures, courtesy of your mother. “Y’know, this is my first school dance.” Connor states “I stopped going to these like...2 years ago. Too many sweaty dudes bouncing around aimlessly. I’m glad I’m going to my last one with you, though. You make everything fun. You reply, grinning at Connor. “Let’s try to steer clear of those then eh?” He smirks.

“Mom, we have to go. The limo is here!” Zoe yells. “Alright, Alright, Have fun you guys! Make good choices!” Cynthia retorts, going back to examine pictures with your mom.

“So, What’s our after prom plan, people?” Zoe says, rubbing her hands together excitedly. “Because me and Lana here have hotel room booked and were ready to get jiggy” Everyone, including Alana groaned. “Please never say the word jiggy again” Connor groaned. “We’re probably just going to head back to your place, we never made any “official plans” You say, grasping Connor’s hand. “You guys never do anything fun. Be adventurous!” Zoe expressed. “Oh shut up Zo. And trust me, we are adventurous.” Connor sassed, winking at y/n.

“Gross!”

“You literally just said the same thing.”

The group picked up Evan and Jared, and off they went.

As soon as the 6 of you arrived, you all immediately split.

You and Connor were having a blast. Even though the songs being played was a generic school friendly party playlist, probably made by some 35 year old wannabe DJ, You and Connor danced to every song, making fun of each other, and hysterically laughing when you spotted Jared in the crowd, dabbing to the beat of the current song, with Evan next to him, begging him to stop.

The night was coming to a close, when you heard the familiar melody of “Oh, it is love” by hellogoodbye fill your ears. This had been yours and Connor’s song since he asked you out. How he got the DJ to play your sappy love song, is beyond you. Your eyes lit up, meeting his. “You didn’t.” You gasp, easing into Connor’s arms, swaying to the tempo of your beloved song.

“I did. I love you, y/n” Connor smirks.

“I love you more you dork.

You and Connor continued to dance, swaying to the rhythm, your head laying comfortably on his chest.

Oh say please do not go

But you know, oh, you know that I must

Oh say I love you so

But you know, oh, you know you can trust

We'll be holding hands once again

All our broken plans I will mend

Connor hummed along to the tune, holding you lovingly, and you hoped to all that’s holy that’d he’d never let you go

It is love from the first

Time I pressed my hand to yours

Thinking, "Oh, is it love?"

Oh, dear,

It's been hardly three days

And I'm longing to feel your embrace.

There are several days

Until I can see your sweet face.

    You couldn’t have hoped for a better night. Everything felt right with Connor. He really was you’re other half.

5 years following that night, Yours and Connor’s wedding song would be that same song. As you danced together, You relived your senior prom night. Lifting up your head from his chest, you look up at Connor.

    “Hey Con?” you whispered.

    “Yes?”

    “This definitely tops prom”