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i-need-air · 4 years

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Hey it's me again ❤️

I'm just gonna whisper something in your mind (is that even possible?)

Having a baby with Hybrid Katsuki.

Just that. Imagine girl. Perfection.

Ok, real talk here. Every time I see a request from you I uwu a little bit bc I know for a fact whatever you're requesting will make me get so immersed and involved and I'm gonna 💕💞AAAAAA💕💞 while writing AND [lemmecatchmybreath] it happened once again skdjdkfkf Hope you enjoy and sorry it took longer than normal~

Word count: 1.8k

× listen 🥺 I already started and I'm melting, ok?

× when he finds out you're having a smol baby together?

× he freezes and looks at you in a whole different light

× if you're getting pregnant, he will definitely smell the change in your scent and will know even before you do; he'd be instantly by your side with a bewitched expression on his face, taking your cheeks into his palms to just soak everything in yet he's shaking slightly

× and even if you adopt [hopefully a smol hybrid], something deep inside of Katsuki, burried and long forgotten surfaces

× this is the life he always wanted, he always craved even in his darker moments

× this happiness, this fulfillment, this joy

× I absolutely believe he will diligently read and learn everything about the baby to come; will educate himself like no other, deciding to be the very best father he could ever be

× his life was rough and he was stolen away from his biological family, he will now have a chance to have his own and he will not fail you or the baby

× when you hold the little bundle of sunshine in your hands, head down admiring the beauty of a new life, he will stand there, again in shock, again soaking this moment in... so beautiful, so perfect

× will he ever tell you that? of course not; angry ass wild pomeranian—

× but his face gives him away every single time and when you tilt yourself to hand him his new son or daughter, he falls in love for the second time in his life;

× he burries his nose in the soft and fragile skin of the baby's head and breathes in, his instinct kicking in to defend, protect, care, look out for...

× watch carefully because once the baby makes a noise, he'll still, unsure of what to do, but smile so softly as the baby coos in his arms securely; that right there is the best image you can have of soft Katsuki.

× the first few weeks are actually horrible, sorry to break it to everyone aksjskdj not because he doesn't know what to do or does not want to help; on the contrary, he is so incredibly attentive but he also recites the books he learned by memory at this point and it's getting absolutely infuriating;

× although understand him, please; he wants to prove he's a good dad 🥺 except you wanna smack him bc he scoffs if you suggest something he isn't sure about.

× you will find him standing by the baby's crib as it sleeps; he's just???? making sure this is not a dream????? don't question anything though

× can we hc Bakugou with a daughter too? [ already established in the Hybrid!Kiri hcs that Kiri'd have daughter bUT i just really really like beefy men with tiny daughters;;; my heartttt;;; ]

× his little angel, no discussion, no argument, his daughter can do NO WRONG!

× he's very down to earth though, don't get me wrong, he just absolutely adores spoiling her

× speaks softly into her ear, the lowest you'd hear from him

× gruff, raspy, gutural voice ofter overused to scream now low and soft as he holds her into his chest; doesn't do baby-voices or anything like that, but calls her his angel then smirks at you if you're watching;;; then starts softly complaining and bitching about you to the baby 💀 all while rubbing her back

× omfg his hand is as big as her tiny back; guys, call an ambulance, I'm—

× Katsuki would be the type of little shit to pull what I just said then grab you and glue you to his chest too; he'd look down at you both, eyes shining in such adoration he'd take your breath away just before he continues his ranting about you;

× once the baby starts being more interactive, her giggles specially the ones induced by her daddy will make him melt; absolute diminute baby with a small wiggling tail clapping her chubby hands at her dad? his eyes would widen suddently, ears snapping high in surprise and he's taken back by the emotions overtaking him

× he's gone, man; she has him wrapped around her tiny little finger and you can't do anything about it

× instantly acts all in denial if someone is around though; scoffs to hide is obvious smile, placing a palm on his mouth to further block it out and tickles her with the other, earning another fit of giggles

× please, don't tell him his whole tail is waving from side to side

× the only clear giveaway apart from his ears and it's;;; a d o r a b l e;;;

× specially when your daughter also starts wagging her tail in response whenever he does it;

× "Hey, come see what the dumbass is doing!" or "Look at what she did" while showing you a video; proud pappa 🥺

× we're bringing back Proud Bakugou bc hIS DAUGHTER iS tHe BeSt; no, seriously, his kid is the mf best in the world and he will start this presentation with—

× now sit down with me and accept this: the baby; yes, your sweet daughter; mhm, that adorable screeching angel; mhm;;; she'll talk so early it's disturbing.

× at 6 months or so she's already saying mamma, dadda, kitty, woof-woof

× seriously terrifying how sharp she is and how she cannot shut up; for the love of gOd, Katsuki, this is all your fault... it doesn't matter, he just smirks as he has another reason to brag to anyone about his child

× did that street vendor look at him funny? "I'M GONNA FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAUGHTER—"

× super-protective of her and fucking hates with a burning passion if anyone dares to do that thing where they match up babies saying "Maybe they'll get married when they grow up"

× hands down, no filter, he just looks deep down in whoever had the audacity and says "Like fucking shit they'd deserve her."

× drag him away before he throws fists

× he will definitely if you don't drag him away and you know it, they know it, the baby knows it and cheers for pappa, the whole world knows it at this point and they're buying tickets to watch the shitshow

× chest carrier and walks around with the kid like a boss

× man has shit to do, don't even dare to judge him;

× handles fits really well, he's impressive to say at least

× she's spoiled, yes and always has new toys, coloring books, whatever she wants but the moment she throws fits, he puts his foot down

× baby would be smol angery bb all adorable in all her Bakugou genetics anger and he'd just stare, tapping his foot

× literally waits in place until she calms and looks up at him with big, round eyes, puffy red cheeks and ears lowered

× mission accomplished; he nods then picks her up;

× and you're there amazed??????

× "The fuck you lookin' at?" lil shit still has a foul mouth tho, but make him get just as pouty and embarrassed as the child in his arms by saying something cheesy like "How amazing you are as a dad 💕"

× all rainbows and unicorns until she starts repeating insults and fr tho, Katsu almost shits his pants, fearing your reaction. Will, hands down, chill out with the insults even if he meant no damage with them; he has this unreadable expression on, a mix of shame and fluster, dread too? he's sorry, ok????

× loves, loves, loves cooking for you both and once the kiddo has her own special chair to sit at the dining table together, that's when he sees it: his dream

× you, wiping some food off her cheek with a loving expression, talking about your day casually, baby giggling while she moves her face away playfully; he loves you both so much.

× has these rare moments where, at the end of the day once you're settled in bed, he'd hug you tight and thank you in his mind for... for this... all of it...

× once she starts walking they're both a disaster

× seriously, do not expect the household to be silent ever again [ well, that dream was gone long ago anyway lol ]

× "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?"

× rapid giggle running around from place to place

× "Oh, for fucks—"

× "Katsuki." you only need to say, catching him in his insults

× 😳 ... "Kid, come back, we're goin' to the park." Skdjkdfkl

× sudden adorable tiny fast steps approach him bc they're going for walkies!

× he is very careful with her and teaches her about stranger danger; also teaches her how to growl and even if her attempt is a total failure, small rawr leaving her lips, he's like "Yes. Good job. Now give it more heart."

× he growls as an example

× she growls back, sounding like a cute lil pup 🥺💕

× as she grows up, she obviously acts more like her father yet he knows when to stop the bad behaviors and it only takes a warning growl from him to get her to cease

× yet somehow you're the strict parent at the end of the day??????? tf????????? who made the rules??????

× starts calling her brat, squirt, lil shit 💕lovingly💕

× "your child" if she did something bad

× "Your fucking child kicked the ball into the vase and broke it." Aha, nice one, Katsuki. Good job.

× not to brag but her puppy eyes don't work on him but yours do; the problem is her puppy eyes do work on you bc she's the light of your life so if she wants something; she'll puppy-eye you knowing you'll get it for her bc daddy loves you very much 💕💞

× literally evil mastermind; didn't I tell you she's sharp? pft, she's playing you both so hard

× every day he comes back from work she runs to him at the door, tail wiggling happily behind her as she stretches her arms to be picked up and he always does, without a doubt, then proceeds to kiss the top of her head

× come out to greet him too? the whole loving routine is his absolute thing and wants to see you, have you kiss his cheek; he complains but adores it soooooo much!

× you have a family night; BONDING WITH MOODY POMERANIANS. Yes, plural, and it sounds perfect~

× even if it's just one of those animated movies he hates so much, he'll watch through all of it and make sarcastic comments just to make you both laugh; will grin satisfied asf if he manages to do so bc he's the best.

× will definitely want another kid, so how about maybe a boy??? hmm???

× asks you if you're up for the idea and if you agree, he'll roll his eyes and crack his shoulders, acting so very uninterested and purely exhausted yet his smirk would give him away:

× "Knew you'd torture me with another devil"

× throw him out, istg— 💀

#bakugou katsuki headcanons #noire writes #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au

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hotchseyebrows · 3 years

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that's my heart right there

a derek morgan x penelope garcia fic

a/n: hi beloveds :) today i present this happy and soft morcia fic that i wrote in practically one go last night. who needs wips when you can just ignore them all blatantly for new works? thank you as always to @blkantigone for providing another set of eyes, love you lots! love you all too, thank you for reading!

rating/warnings: teens and up, allusions to sex but none on screen, mostly just gooey marshmallowly fluff!

read it on ao3 here!

The sunlight surrounds her in a soft glow. She smiles at him and something inside of him breaks open.

“Let’s get a drink.” It’s not an unusual request for them, but it feels bigger this time. “If you want to.”

Her smile grows. “Yes please.”

A post Exit Wounds fic where Kevin doesn't exist and Clooney the dog is much more important to the narrative. They're in love and finally doing something about it.

word count: 2311

“I kinda love you, Derek Morgan.”

“I kinda love you, Penelope Garcia.”

He thinks about it the whole plane ride back from Alaska. When they board, she gently tugs him to the big couch before sitting directly next to him. He drops his arm around her shoulders instinctually, smiling as she hums and pulls out her knitting. She smells like honey and rain (the respective scents of her shampoo and conditioner and her body wash) and has picked a warm color gradient for her outfit and makeup today. She babbles about her knitting group’s latest gossip for a while as he relaxes into her side.

She seems like her normal relaxed and bubbly self, but he can feel the tension in her shoulders. Their early conversation was comforting, but her worries are still weighing on her. But he doesn’t want to bring it up in front of everyone, so he just kisses her temple and tugs her closer. “So wait baby girl, is Jared going to ask out Francisco or not?”

“I don’t know! I asked him about it before we left and he dodged giving me a straight answer. I think he’s worried about their friendship, but it’s SO obvious that Francisco is wild about him. They’re already best friends, so- he’s just being silly. I told him that.”

The conversation moves on, but Penelope’s friends join the merry-go-round of thoughts in his head for the rest of the flight. They stay close for the remaining 8 hours, usually with some form of physical contact even as they adjust positions over the long trip home. Derek focuses on making her laugh as much as possible and trying to make her blush all at once.

When they land at home after almost 9 hours on the jet, the sun is setting. The team is obviously tired, but in relatively good spirits as they exit the plane. Derek is last, just behind Penelope. The sky is full of the same colors on Penelope’s clothes today, he realizes as they walk across the airfield. “It’s good to be back,” she says, pulling her shawl tight. “I miss you when you go but it’s… easier on me in some ways not to be there.”

It makes him pause, slowing to a stop. Penelope walks further ahead but notices he’s not there and stops herself. She looks over her shoulder at him, waiting. The sunlight surrounds her in a soft glow. She smiles at him and something inside of him breaks open.

“Let’s get a drink.” It’s not an unusual request for them, but it feels bigger this time. “If you want to.”

Her smile grows. “Yes please.”

They don’t dance. This part is unusual. Instead it’s 4 drinks in each at a quiet bar close to Derek’s apartment, and they are glued to each other’s side on the same side of a table in a corner booth. This place doesn’t even have a dance floor.

She leans against his side, nosing at his neck. “You smell good,” she mumbles. He wraps an arm around her, feeling shaky like a ship in a storm.

“Baby girl, is this-” He pauses, not sure what the question should be. Not sure of the answer she’ll give. Penelope picks her head up to look at him, cheeks flushed. Derek swallows. “Am I imagining things, or…”

“You’re not imagining things.” She leans up and kisses the corner of his mouth. “I feel it too.” He grins and pulls her in for a proper kiss. They fall into it easily, as if it isn’t the first time. The first time it really means what it’s meant to. It feels like they’ve been together for years- and in some ways, that’s not untrue.

He brings her home. It’s late, and they’ve had a long case and now a long night, so he knows she’s tired. Still, she stops to drop to her knees to hug Clooney when he comes barreling out of Derek’s bedroom at the sound of them entering the apartment.

“Oh, hello sweetie, hi there, yes, I know, it’s so exciting when Daddy comes home, but it’s even more exciting when he brings me to visit, I know-” Clooney agrees with a quiet woof- “see, Derek, Clooney said I’m his favorite.”

Derek smiles at the way his best girl gets along with his big goof of a dog. “He’s got good taste.” He doesn’t mean the words to come out so weighted, but she looks up at him with such a reverent look on her face that he doesn’t care.

She stands up and drags him through his apartment, Clooney hot on their heels. They get ready for bed at the same time as if they’ve done this domestic routine every night for ages. She won’t stop looking at him like she loves him. Like she cherishes him. He believes her.

She pulls him into his bed, arranging their bodies close together. They don’t do anything more than kiss with their arms wrapped around each other. She falls asleep first with her head on his chest. It makes him feel warm. They shared a bed in Alaska too, and now he’s thinking about not wanting the streak to end. He pulls her closer for the moment, the places where her soft skin is touching his own shooting little bolts of lightning through him as he falls asleep too.

Penelope makes breakfast. He takes Clooney on a run, slipping out of bed when she’s still asleep and kissing her forehead before he goes. When he comes back, she’s in his robe, standing over the stove. He’s sweaty and hot, but she yanks him into a kiss anyway. After the eggs burn a little, he pulls away and takes a quick shower. She’s waiting at the table, coffee made and Clooney napping at her feet. The food is delicious, but sitting here with her like this is better. She tastes like coffee when he kisses her over the table.

Someone surely would have noticed Penelope in the same outfit again today, but over the years so much of her clothing has ended up hanging in Derek’s closet next to his own that she’s able to pick out a full outfit for the day. Today her dress is frilly and bright green. He picks out a darker green shirt to match- just because he can.

They drop into this new routine easily. Their flirtatious phone calls now have this added layer of promise and intent, even if they haven’t made good on it yet. She’s always been the primary person to stop in and take care of Clooney while Derek’s on cases, but now he comes home and she’s still there. His two best loves, sitting on his couch. He gets home after a case with hidden cameras and is feeling particularly exposed over it all. But there she is, smiling up at him, because she missed him. Because she wanted to see him.

“Hi there,” she says. He crosses the room and lifts her off the couch, holding her against him. She follows his lead with ease, trusting him implicitly. His arms wrap around her waist. He can literally feel her breathing like this, and he’s never been so grateful that she’s alive. “Hi,” she whispers again.

“Hi baby.” He nuzzles the side of her head, breathing in the soft honey scent of her hair.

She doesn’t ask what’s got him all worked up. She just wraps her arms around his neck and lets him hold her. After a minute or two of just swaying in place, he leans in and presses their lips together. A gentle kiss at first, but quickly his desire for closeness, to feel her, bleeds into that too. He lifts her legs off the ground and puts them around his waist. Penelope makes a noise close to a whine in the back of her throat, pushing closer. He carries her to his room, kissing her fiercely all the while.

Afterwards, she’s lying on top of him with her head on his chest. Derek runs his fingers through her hair, gently untangling anything he comes across. “I’m glad you’re home,” she says, slightly muffled by her mouth’s position against his skin.

It sounds like she means that this is their home. Or that she is his home.

“Me too.” He pulls her up for another slow kiss. She climbs up on top of him, straddling his hips. Her hands cup his cheeks before running down his chest. He keeps the kiss slow, and she kisses back with ease. Like they’re in love.

Derek is in the break room, making another cup of coffee. Emily slides next to him, a coffee stirrer in her teeth. “You seem happy.”

Derek looks at her out of the corner of his eye. “It’s a nice day, Prentiss.” Emily deliberately looks at where the rain outside is hitting the window. Derek doesn’t back down.

“Whoever you’ve been dating must be a hell of someone. That’s good.”

Derek can’t help but smile. She really is.

“But I want more information sooner than later, Morgan.”

He hums, and picks up Penelope’s coffee cup from the rack. He takes his time filling it before looking at Emily pointedly.

She pauses and then grins. “I fucking knew it. I knew it!” Derek smiles back. “You better take care of her, I swear to God-”

“I will. I am.”

She softens. “She better take care of you too.”

He picks up both mugs. “She does.”

He’s never felt like this in a relationship before. Being with Penelope is easy. It’s just the same as it was, but better and more. She stops by his office a little more, and he swings by the batcave more often than he needs to, but no one notices. It’s just part of the normal Morgan-Garcia antics everyone expects.

She does take full advantage of this and is definitely getting kissed more often than anyone else at Quantico during the day, but Derek doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind at all.

They’re sitting on a park bench at the edge of the dog park and watching Clooney run himself ragged through the grass. She puts her head on his shoulder. “Francisco asked Jared out a few days ago.”

“I thought you said Jared was the one who was thinking about asking out Francisco.”

“Francisco got tired of waiting.”

He nods. “I know the feeling,” he says before kissing the top of her head.

After they find Ellie’s mom, Derek can’t shake this weird mixture of happy and sad in the middle of his chest. Penelope comes over unprompted with a plate of cookies and a stack of dvds. They lay on the couch, her holding him and Clooney with his head on Derek’s thigh. They don’t talk about it then, but they will later. For now she traces a pattern on his side as Nicolas Cage and Holly Hunter kidnap a baby. Clooney starts snoring. Penelope kisses Derek’s shoulder, arms holding him tight.

They show up together to a little party at Rossi’s. Emily sees them holding hands and grins. No one else notices that, but they do notice when Penelope pulls Derek down into a kiss after he gets her another drink.

“Thank you, mon amour. You’re my hero.”

He laughs. “Anything for you baby girl.” He taps the tip of her nose in punctuation. She pulls him in for another short kiss in response.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” says Rossi.

Emily is grinning widely. Spencer and JJ have matching excited and pleased looks. Hotch has this knowing look on his face. Derek raises an eyebrow at him specifically. Hotch just looks back with the softest smile on his face. He should have known Hotch would have noticed.

“Hold on, does that mean what I think it does or is this something you two are just doing now?” Spencer asks.

Derek looks down at Penelope. “Yes.”

The team laughs. “Yes to which part?”

“Yes,” Penelope says.

Spencer scrunches his nose at her. She giggles. “Yes, as in, it means what you think it does, pretty boy.”

Spencer claps his hands together, swinging them back and forth a little. “Good! Finally. I’m glad we don’t have to wait anymore.”

“Me too,” Penelope says to the group, but she’s only looking at Derek. He leans in and kisses her again in agreement.

Derek takes Clooney out when they get home to let him do his business before bed. When he comes back inside, Penelope is already in bed wearing one of his shirts and flipping through a knitting magazine. He strips down to his boxers and climbs into bed next to her, laying on his back and putting his face on her thigh.

“I think they took that well,” she says.

Derek rubs his face into her skin. He hums, nodding a little.

“When did Emily find out?”

“Find out that it’s you I’m seeing? Or that it was you I was too afraid to do anything about?”

She chuckles. “How about both, then.”

“She cornered me in the break room a few weeks after Alaska. And I never officially told her that I was nuts about you, so I think a safe bet would be her first day on the team.” Penelope drops the magazine and climbs into his lap.

“That long?” He knows what she means specifically.

“Even longer.” She runs a thumb along his jawline and looks down at him with such adoration in her eyes he thinks he might burst.

“Me too,” she whispers, like it’s a secret. He pulls her down into a kiss.

“I kinda love you, Penelope Garcia,” he mumbles against her lips.

“I kinda love you, Derek Morgan,” she says back without hesitation. He kisses her again, 'cause that’s the best thing he’s heard all day.

#morcia #derek morgan #penelope garcia #cm #cj.txt #denelope #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #cjs fic

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glowinggator · 3 years

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Domestic Headcanons

Summary: Domestic headcanons with your local rat man <3

Relationship: Dastardly Danny/Reader (Established Relationship)

Content Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1422

Leonard’s Here // Mickey’s Here

Like Leonard, it isn’t easy for him to exit his life of crime. He’d love to, honestly. Oh, he’s dreamed of running away with you and starting a life together thousands - if not millions - of times. But once you’re in, there’s no way out. Like Leonard, he could defect, but he knows Big Mama would catch on long before he could ever get the ball rolling. Hell, even if all three of you banded together to execute the plan, it wouldn’t work. Not only that, but a huge part of why he runs with the Mud Dogs is because of the thrill. He’ll get out of jail and immediately start planning another heist, regardless of the danger. Adrenaline courses through his blood at all hours of the day, and each waking moment is spent waiting for the next thrill. He just hides it better than Mickey does. But oh, how soft he goes when he thinks of waking up by your side and not having to worry about how he’s gonna pay rent, or when you’ll need to run again. How his heart flutters when he thinks of spending a night by your side, slow dancing in the kitchen in the early hours of the morning, without the screech of police sirens tearing through the atmosphere.

If you have a home top-side though… oh, it’s a dream come true. He knows he can’t stay there 24/7 - Big Mama would come looking for him soon enough - but it certainly is tempting. He prefers to spend most of his time at your guys’ place topside, even when it’s safe to be in the Hidden City. I was serious when I said part of him really longs for a domestic life.

The only one of the Mud Dogs who actually knows how to decorate. And oh, he’s so so good at it. He likes a lot of antique stuff, and he’ll regularly look for stuff to update your home with. He’s also the type to switch out covers, pillows, and plates throughout the seasons.

Very, very meticulous when it comes to cleaning. He’ll do a top-down clean of the house once every month or two, but he has a good routine when it comes to cleaning. He gets a little stressed if things aren’t organized. It’s funny though, because he DOES hoard cups. It always makes him chuckle when you bring it up.

Saves a lot of stuff: he always thinks it’ll come in handy later. Which means you guys have multiple junk drawers <3

He picks up so much stuff with his tail and then forgets where it is. It’s really funny to watch him spin around a room with his tail wrapped around a can of beans while he asks you if you remember where he put it.

He likes to watch It’s a Wonderful Life with you every Christmas. He’s not even Christian, it’s just tradition at this point.

He likes to have music playing throughout the home often. Especially when cooking.

He sucks at driving. Please don’t let him drive.

It’s so fun to shop with him, genuinely. Like, he gets it all done in record time, but he’s also gonna fuck around once you guys get everything you need.

You guys have two shelves of things you guys have collected during your time together. Whether it’s a mug from a road trip or an amulet from a heist, if it has sentimental value it’s going on the shelf.

Huge fan of hanging photos and making photo albums. He’s not a scrapbooker, but he likes to save photos. Something about them just makes his heart soft, you know?

Prefers the northeastern “regular” coffee. It doesn’t matter how expensive the beans are, coffee is meant to have cream and sugar in it. He’s very sparing with the cream, though. He takes his at about paper bag color, and he won’t go any lighter than that. He’ll absolutely poke fun at you if you do, though. But he’ll make it for you anyways with a smile on his face. Speaking of which, he’s also always the first to make coffee in the morning. He prefers to make coffee in the morning, because he prefers the freshness of the grounds. Also yes, he grinds his own beans. Yes, it sucks when either of you have a hangover. But the coffee’s good, so you don’t complain.

He cooks most nights! He’s an excellent cook, honestly. He follows recipes very closely, except for spices which he guesses with. Also a great baker, but he always forgets that metal pans are hot when you take them out of the oven. Look, he’s used to magic ovens, okay?

He wants to learn how to garden, and he’s somewhat okay at it. So long as it's low maintenance, he can do it. Not a big fan of growing flowers himself, though. He thinks they’re pretty and all, but he likes to grow herbs instead. Something that’s useful and has a quick yield, you know? He has an aerogarden on the kitchen counter where he grows a bunch of herbs that he switches out regularly. The tarragon, basil, and parsley has been his favorite thus far. Leonard keeps pushing him to grow things like mint, lemon balm, and shungiku, but at this point he’s just saying “no” out of spite.

(He’s ecstatic if you grow veggies or fruits, though. Heirloom fruits and veggies are so fucking good, it’s unreal. Who can resist them? Nobody. Nobody.)

Plus it reminds him of the few good childhood memories he’s had. He gets a very soft look on his face when he talks about his Lolo and Lola, and how his Lola always had the biggest garden. He doesn’t talk about his childhood a lot, but he remembers his grandparents very fondly.

He hums around the house often. He always has a song stuck in his head, and it’s sweet.

He’s almost always on his feet, pacing around the house or running back into another room because he forgot something. He’s a little forgetful, but he just gets very in his head and he misplaces stuff. But if he passes by you, or walks through a room that you’re in, he’ll pretty much always walk past you and kiss your temple. Or fuck with your hair.

He melts if you ever fix his tie in the morning, or before a heist. It could be just how he likes it, and he’d still let you adjust it.

His fur is always super messed up in the morning: he always looks like a bat outta hell. He tries to shower in the morning to counteract that, but oftentimes, he just doesn’t have the time. And it takes hours to dry his fur off after showering, so either way, you’re both gonna be spending a lot of time messing with his fur: you just get to choose whether you do it in the morning or at night. You always help him comb down his fur in the morning: he’d be in there for hours, otherwise. It’s a nice little routine, though.

(One time the lads came in before y’all got to start detangling the absolute mop that he is, and he was mortified </3)

When you guys are laying low and there’s no hijinks to be had, he’ll still walk around the house in slacks and a button-up. Definitely a step down from his usual attire, but he feels strange if he doesn’t get dressed for the day. If you convince him to have a lazy day with you though, he’ll wear a tank top and sweats. WOOF

Funnily enough, he’d really like a cat someday! Ironic, yes, but he thinks they’re cute. He’d also be down for a dog: He likes the bigger and fluffier ones. A leonberger would probably be his first choice.

He always reads at night. He’s always down to read outloud to you if you’re interested, but he’s also content with just reading on his own. He’s an avid reader, and he always has been. It’s nice to just lean on him and count his breaths while he reads. Very slow and steady, and at some point, he’ll usually start tracing little shapes on your spine with his claws. You’re not even sure if he realizes he’s doing it, but it’s very relaxing.

“Two more chapters, and then I’ll go to bed.” “Don’t people usually say ‘one more chapter?’” “Yeah, but that’d be a lie and we both know it.” “Fair.”

#rottmnt dastardly danny x reader #mud dogs x reader #rottmnt mud dogs x reader #dastardly danny x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt imagine

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nishigo · 4 years

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growing. // razor headcanons and writings. // chapter one.

a book titled “growing.”

[ c h a p t e r 1 : false reality. ]

the synopsis reads: razor and the dear reader have gotten themselves into quite the mess. miscommunications and raised voices lead to an argument that was more heated than a flaming flower. although healing takes time, could a wound this large be repaired? aka fighting and making up with razor headcanons.

authors note: hello traveler. pleasure to see you again in this library. this book is a mixture of headcanons as well as writing that i have made into a three part short series. i was going to make it one, but i got carried away because razor is an absolute sweetheart. i do hope you enjoy, and the 3 chapters (aka parts) will come out at around 7:30 pm est. this is because i am trying to do some winter break school work. but please, let me stop rambling. i’ll leave you to it, enjoy the book. :) (also sorry for the repost. i noticed a mistake. ^^”)

word count : 1,222 words.

tw: this part entails an argument. a bit angsty, so if you don’t like yelling, please be cautious dear reader! (*´-`)

request status at time of posting : open.

[ chapter one. ] [ chapter two. ] [ chapter three. ]

in which it began with happiness and hope, yet ended with the crushing of a dream.

would you like to read?

＞　行｡ ( y e s )

＞　不行。( n o )

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you and razor had been dancing around your feelings for each other for quite some time now.

ever since you met the boy in wolvendom, you had found him to be the most precious being you had ever met.

although, despite this, he wasn’t used to humans and their ways because of how he was raised, so a big roadblock between the two of you was communication.

at first, it was cute, the way his sentences were always short, sweet, and oblivious.

“y/n, smell good. better than meat.”

^ you decided to take that as a compliment rather than an insult.

and his sweet gifts he would give such as some boar meat he had hunted down or some apples he had found lying on the ground were one of the ways you knew he was on good terms with you.

however, you were beginning to get frustrated.

you had fallen in love with the boy due to his sweet nature (and i mean, looks as well; have you seen him? he’s absolutely a pretty boy, even if he doesn’t know it)

but because you could never tell what he was thinking (or rather, he didn’t know what he was thinking), it began to eat you up inside

did razor like you? was he in love with you? would razor date you? or would he consider it mating? how do wolves even mate each other??? bark bark woof woof fall in love??

so many questions, all with no answers.

so one day, you came to wolvendom yourself.

granted, razor wasn’t the main reason for you doing so, you had to hunt for some extra meat and some fruit for your mission you had to partake in tomorrow.

you hadn’t been able to come to the forest for quite some time, so when razor saw you coming over, he practically bounded over to you and stopped right up near your face.

“y/n!” he called your name, an excited look on his features

you froze as you heard your voice, turning and watching as he came at the speed of light right towards you.

there was that smile he had.

a tiny piece of you melted on the inside as he rocked back and forth from heel to toe, but it disappeared as your hands gently took both sides of his shoulders.

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You inhaled softly as you stared at him. Your eyes held a different look to them today, Razor’s face was morphing into one of confusion as he tilted his head cutely. He truly did act like an overgrown puppy in a human's body. How sweet...

No, wait. No time to get distracted, you had to ask now. You decided that being blunt would be the best course of action as you exhaled. Summoning all the courage you had, you simply inquired,

“Razor, do you love me?”

Razor scrunched up his eyebrows and crossed his arms. Love? What was that? Was it a new meat he had never heard about? Perhaps it was a dish. But then why would you be the meat? He was lost. “Love? What is love?” You scoffed as you glared at him.

“Don’t play dumb with me! I know you don’t know a lot of emotions, but this is not the time to fool around! You know what love is, Razor. It’s a basic emotion, like happiness or sadness. Do you love me?” You repeated, but this time the tension began to rise as he began to get defensive. Why were you suddenly so aggressive with him? He had answered your question honestly, wasn’t that what you wanted? The boy felt the grip of your hands on his shoulders grow a bit tighter and he felt trapped. Restriction of freedom was something that made him panic quick having grown up in the forest. Razor quickly slapped one of your hands away, beginning to fight a bit as he took a step back. Then, in his little brain, he concluded that he would give an answer. After all, if he didn’t know what something was, he should not trust it. It was in his instinct of sorts, and instinct was always right. Well, at least to him.

“No! No, Razor does not want love with you! No love, no no no!” He yelled out, frustrated at your brashness and your tone. Whatever this love thing was, he wasn’t into. Not if it made you so upset. Though, sadly, his misinterpretation caught you off guard as your face went blank. Your other hand let go of him, staring into, or rather past, his blood red eyes, as if he were a ghost.

He was...just being nice? All this time? The apples, the boar, the smiles, laying under the stars together, that meant...nothing to him? Not a spark of love, no feelings? He didn’t feel the same, electrifying rush you got whenever you simply even saw him? You had been combing the stars in the sky for some sort of sign, but alas, you ended up empty handed. All your wishes, his gestures, all the time and commitment you had spent up on this one boy was futile.

The realization made its way onto your face as your eyes began to turn watery. You sniffled a bit as you watched him simply stand there and watch you crumble. It felt embarrassing, it made your hands clammy. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes were devoid of color. He felt something in the air as he stared at you now, a tad curled in on yourself. It was dense, crushing, and uncomfortable. It was like suffocating, which made him confused. Razor concluded that both of you could still breathe, the two of you weren't being hurt, yet…

Why did his chest suddenly feel so heavy?

“Y/N, why face? Why I-” Razor would begin walking towards you to try and make it all better, his gloved hand coming up to your hand, but you took multiple steps back.

“I’m s-sorry. I have to g-go. Forget a-about it.” You put it simply before you dashed off, down the plains and through the shrubs and trees. Razor attempted to follow you, but because of the thicket of trees, he had lost you. At the edge of the forest, he looked around but for some reason, you had disappeared like magic. Gone with the wind you went, leaving just him being more confused and weighed down than ever.

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you ran back to mondstadt and back to your little inn where you were staying. the holes in communication were now painstakingly obvious as you sat on your bed and held your head in your hands.

he really...didn’t love you.

understandably, you were in tears. it was the first time you had fallen in love with someone for goodness sakes, and to get rejected? it was worse than getting slashed with a sword on the battlefield.

remembering you had to travel once more to the falcon coast for your mission, you decided to distract yourself and then sleep it off.

what’s even worse was that you were going to ask him to come with you. your first adventure together outside of wolvendom!

...hah, as if that would ever happen now.

being with razor was only a dream now.

and in reality, dreams don’t come true.

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact razor #genshin razor #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #razor x reader #genshin razor x reader #poor puppy :((#will you two make up?#perhapssss...#if i feel like it #:)

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angloie · 3 years

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Charms.

(1/?)

> Percy likes to deceive. Lie, manipulate, more lies; it was a part of his job, after all. Annabeth has been deceived. Lied to. Manipulated. She's an woman of many secrets- secrets she'd rather not let anyone know.

> Assassin! Percy x CEO! Annabeth.

> Warnings: Mostly angst + fluff, character death and some violence. Nothing too explicit. Mentions of blood/mild injuries as well as alcohol. (characters are aged up!)

pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5

Percy's thumb rule was never do anything he didn't want.

To live a happy and healthy life, that was completely normal; especially for such a laid back guy like him.

Choosing this... rather wild career was something he wanted to do, willingly. Life was short, so why not make the most of it? It was getting awfully bleak with the normal civilian life. After all, no one would believe the nice young man who helped the old man carry the groceries to his car would be someone who killed for a living. A smile so bright that it could give the sun a run for its money and warm sea green eyes could hide so much more than just innocence.

The ceiling to floor windows of his penthouse showed a breathtaking view of the New York skyline, sun moving behind the tall buildings and moon replacing the orange hue. Being an assassin had its perks- despite endangering his life on multiple occasions. The pay was just out of this world. All that cash just to kill off some sleazy politician, or that one corrupt buisness man? Sign him up. Zero hesitation.

Percy frowned at the dried blood on his once pure white gloves. He was quick to peel them off. He shuddered at the unsightly view of a small stain of blood on his onyx-colored suit.

He would just buy a new one later. Small things like that didn't matter. Sure, that might've been a gift from one of his clients, but it wasn't anything he couldn't replace.

Hanging his coat on the rack beside the wide entrance, he sighed with clear tiredness. One night of forced politeness and smiles took a toll on him- Also due to the fact that he had just done his job as an assassin. It wasn't what you could call easy.

His muscles were aching and sore in all the worst places, every move throbbing with full pain. The shallow slash on his lower abdomen had soaked his shirt in a dark crimson red, most likely going to leave a bad stain. He would have to clean that later.

The penthouse was big and rather spacious. White Walls and abstract paintings lined them, reflecting off the almost pristine marble floors. It took a while for Percy to get settled in, it being a huge place and all that. But he soon made it feel like home with the help of old picture frames that held memories and the Nemo stuffed animals resting on the leather couch.

“WOOF!”

And Mrs. O'leary.

Mrs.O’leary- a huge, slobbering dog with thick black fur- bounded towards him in a frenzied greeting. She hopped up on her hind legs to lick his face, tail wagging at a unmatched speed. She barked again, this time more quieter.

“Yeah, yeah. It's nice to see you too.” Percy laughed as he tried to pull away. Once he went to the kitchen to grab a bone-shaped treat. “Who’s a good girl?” He cooed, tossing the snack in the air. Mrs.O’leary jumped up to snatch it before barking and padding away. Her tail still wagged with elation.

When Percy first moved here, it was quite nerve-racking. He'd heard that this place was an especially good spot for people like him- meaning people who did some illegal activity. Well, that was what he assumed. Percy was 99% sure that his neighbor just in the penthouse below him, (Leo was it?) had to be involved in some sketchy stuff. That creepy smile of his with a mysterious staining his shirt never meant any good. Or maybe when his other neighbor, had a odd looking duffel bag slung across his shoulder. Oddly human shaped, maybe. With a horrible smell of something rotting. Percy recalled introducing himself a Nico DiAngelo. A pretty reserved and quiet guy, usually having a frown of his face. Well, other than that time when he had his boyfriend over, a sunshiney guy with sun-kissed hair. He never got the chance to catch his name.

Wrapping a white cloth around his wound, Percy's met with a sense of familiarity. Fixing his own injuries by himself. It would bee nice to have some help once in a while, but that would mean exposing him. He's definitely not ready to risk that.

Other than his boss and a couple of really close friends, no one knows about this. Percy nearly slipped up once- when a old companion from high school came over to visit, and his small arsenal of weapons were revealed. The little compartment hidden behind a painting. Not another word wasmsaid about it. Percy made up some half-assed excuse about auditioning for a movie so they were fakes.

It didn't take much of a expert, but the were far from fakes.

His phone rang from beside Percy, making him jolt in surprise. The contact name made him smile just the tiniest bit.

"Hey, mom," Percy began. "Why'd you call?"

"Can't your mom check up on you once in a while? How are you?" Sally beamed, cheerful voice on speaker mode.

He walked over to the bathroom where he stood in the full length mirror. A hint of blood seeped through the white bandage; now full wrapped. "Good. How's Paul and Estelle doing?" He asked.

"They're doing great! Me and your step dad went out with Estelle yesterday to see the movies." Sally smiled. "Estelle is growing into such a energetic ball of energy." She joked. "Just like you."

"Is that so?" Percy laughed, splashing his face with water. It felt cool on his skin, causing tiny pricks of coldness to pop up all over.

For a while, him and Sally conversed. She told him about her day (mostly gushing about Paul and Estelle) while Percy smiled and listened. He did his best to hide the fact that he'd been fixing up his wounds in silence. He cursed silently in pain when he touched an sensitive spot on the slash.

"Percy? Are you alright?" Sally asked in concern.

"Yeah! I just... hit my elbow. Its nothing. " He hastily replied.

"Okay," Sally exclaimed in relief. "By the way, when are you going to visit your old woman? Estelle misses you, you know."

"Yeah, well tell her I miss her too." A sense of gloom over took the conversation. "Look, I'm busy now but..." Percy looked over to the mirror again. "I'll call you later. Maybe I can visit you guys over there soon." He exhaled.

"We're looking forward to it! Isn't that right, Estelle?" Sally gave the phone to the little girl who was jumping with excitement.

"Come over soon Perce!" She garbled. It sounded like she was eating something halfway.

"I will. Talk to you later, 'Kay?"

"'Kay!"

A wave of guilt overwashed Percy as soon as he ended the call. It was killing him inside, to not be honest with them about his real job. They just thought he was a simple marine biologist who got one hell of a promotion. Yeah, he wished. That seemed easier than killing for a living. He was going to tell them sooner or later. He just had to. Not today- not anytime soon, that is.

Jolting himself out of his thoughts, Percy's phone rang. He was quick to answer it. Was it Sally calling again? Percy put down the metal spoon he was holding, letting it rest in the pot of soup bubbling on the flat stove.

“Hey, Percy!” The horribly familiar voice rang from the other side of the line. Percy grimaced.

“What is it?” He groaned.

“Is that any way to talk to your boss?” He tsked. “But I have news for you!”

“Do tell,” Percy muttered and went back to his soup.

“I have a mission.” Apollo grinned widely. “You up for it?”

“Again? Didn't I just do one yesterday?” Percy rolled his eyes. He was tired; completely tired. Usually the missions weren't this close together- sometimes they could be even months apart.

“Yeah, but this one won't happen for a week or so. And it ain't just the typical mission.”

“Yeah? And what's that?”

“Its a info operation. Meaning-”

“I know what that means!” Percy interjected. “Just tell me the details already. I’m hungry.”

“Jeez, okay mr. grump. Annabeth Chase. You know her?” Apollo said, scoffing at Percy's tone.

“You mean the owner of that one architecture company? What about her?” He asked.

“She’s connected with Thalia Grace and Luke Castellan.” Appolo explained. “Apparently people have been talking about their new heist that they're planning. By what I've heard, it's going to be huge.”

Those three names- Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan, Annabeth Chase. Annabeth especially, was the most well known in the regular world. Her being the stoic founder of Athchase as well as being a crazy rich and famous person, that's a no brainer. Luke and Thalia, on the other hand, their heists were well known anywhere. Annabeth didn't have a criminal record of any sorts. That's a big reason she can keep up her reputation. It's not like the woman did anything wrong, its just that... the fact that she is connected with the two is enough to ensure suspicion. Growing rumors of her planning some of their crimes were spreading fast. Percy's heard of things like that, her being the mastermind of killing and stealing.

“Alright," He nodded. "Im interested. Go on."

“New York. That's where the three plan to meet up. Get information, maybe use your charms into getting her to trust you."

"N-new york..!?" Percy was left shocked at that.

"I've booked a flight there. 5 in the morning sharp tomorrow. I reccomend you arrive on time." Apollo chuckled.

"Yeah, whatever."

"And Percy?" He called out.

"Hm?"

"You have my full permission to kill Annabeth when you're done." Apollo darkly said, hanging up without another word. Percy rolled his eyes for the tenth time on the call.

Well, all right.

Next destination: New York.

"So, New York, huh." Annabeth swirled some of her cocktail in the glass, circling her wrist in a rotation. The blue liquid swirled together in a repetitive motion. Sapphire Martini tasted rather bitter on her tounge, but decent nonetheless. She enjoyed the slight orange twist.

"Why here of all places?" She asked.

"Its a golden opportunity, dear Annie. The Olympians only gather once in a blue moon, so we're going to make the most out of this!" Thalia sipped from her own glass, some regular red wine. She'd never had such a taste for 'Those fancy rich drinks'. Whatever that meant.

The Olympians, as Thalia said before, were a group of 12 of some of the wealthiest and prestigious people from across the world. Only a few select people could be a part- it was exclusive as to anybody who was just normal as a couple million rich. New York would be holding a auction quite soon on a famous opera house; and surprise, they would be there.

"Don't call me that." Annabeth winced at the name. "And who exactly is we?"

"Don't go all acting like you didn't agree, alright? Plus, you can gain a thing or two from all this." She grinned.

"I have a company to run, Thals, You know very well that I dropped that type of business years ago." Annabeth shook her head. "This is seriously risky."

"But you love that. Don't you?" Thalia pressed, standing up.

She truly did. The thrill, the rush of energy you couldn't get anywhere else. Thats what had driven her to join Thalia and Luke in the first place. That feeling alone made her eyes sparkle with desire.

"Yeah." Annabeth places her drinkdown back on the glass table. "I do."

Okay I'm back with some more hot garbage!!! here's my latest thing-- a assassin au. I need to do a ship other than percabeth tho 😔😔

#percabeth fanfic #percabeth oneshot #percy x annabeth #percabeth #percy jackson #percy and annabeth #pjo oneshot #annabeth pjo #pjo fluff #percabeth angst #percabeth fluff #annabeth chase #pjo thalia #thalia grace #jason grace #grover underwood #percy and grover

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twistedtranslations · 4 years

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Floyd Leech - Nothing exciting 1&2

You can unlock this story by getting Floyd’s SR Lab coat

Translation under the cut

Classroom

Crewel: Floyd Leech, what is your intention?

Floyd: …

Crewel: You turned in a blank paper for my test, it’s like you’re asking to be taught a lesson.

Floyd: …

Crewel: For how long will you continue staying silent? Even a puppy can reply.

Floyd: … Woof. So? Are you going to continue your preaching? Your endless nagging is making me real depressed.

Crewel:… You are very brave, Leech Junior. I shall praise you for that nerve alone.

Floyd: I’m not the younger one. I’m not the older one either, though…

Crewel: … But you have chosen the wrong one to bite, you mongrel!

Stairway

Floyd: …

Jade: Ah, Floyd, are you going back to the dorm? … Oh my, you look quite pissed. What’s wrong?

Floyd: That striped beakfish teach got really mad. I have to write 50 apologies.

Jade: Striped beakfish… Ah, the one with stripes all over his body, Crewel. What did you do this time?

Floyd: Nothing much… I didn’t feel like writing anything on my test. There were others with a low grade as well, so why did he get mad at me?

Jade: But you got 100 points on the previous one, right? He couldn’t help but wonder if you slacked if you got zero on the next test.

Floyd: Ugh, who cares?

Riddle: Jade, I caught you at a good time. About the handouts for our class… Ah, Floyd!

Jade: Oh Riddle, I’ll take half of them.

Riddle: If I knew Floyd was here, I wouldn’t have approached you...

Floyd: *Sigh* ... Sorry Goldfish, I don’t feel like entertaining you now. Let’s play next time.

Riddle: Who is a goldfish? I have always kept telling you to stop calling me that…

Floyd: I’m going for a walk.

Jade: Understood. Will it help cheer you up?

Floyd: Dunno.

Riddle: He is awfully docile today. Is he always that fickle?

Jade: Yes. He has his moments where he’s awfully down. This time it seems kind of serious.

Riddle: He has some serious gap between his mood swings. Why is that?

Jade: Who knows? For Floyd, anything can trigger the switch for him. It’s not about the presence or absence of things he likes or dislikes. My brother has the temperament of a genius. Some times he uses magic in a way that surprises the teachers, and other times he severely angers them by not getting results.

Riddle: Hm. What a troublemaker.

Jade: I enjoy seeing Floyd having fun the most. But you might prefer a more docile Floyd who doesn’t have to be disciplined… Ah, or are you perhaps lonely?

Riddle: It’s nothing like that? I’m relieved. Let’s carry these handouts to the class.

Jade: Sure… It would be nice if Floyd got back to his usual self when he gets back to the dorm.

Courtyard

Floyd: I feel bad. My body feels heavy.… I feel miserable.

Savanaclaw Student A: Ouch!

Savanaclaw Student B: Hey you! Why don’tcha apologize for bumping into-… F-F-Floyd!

Floyd: …

Savanaclaw Student A: I’m sorry! We didn’t notice it was you��

Floyd: …

Savanaclaw Student B: Uhm, if we can settle this peacefully…

Floyd: Huh? I didn’t feel like doing anything anyway.

Savanaclaw Student A: For real?

Floyd: I just told ya. So can you just scram? I’ll get real pissed if you keep bothering me...

Savanaclaw Students: Y-Yeah!

Floyd: Sigh… Ugh. Even if I go back to my room, Jade will be there. I just want to be on my own. I’m going to sleep in the courtyard.

Chapter 2

Courtyard

Floyd: … Ah, I want to be alone and now there’s an audience.

Ace: Apple, become purple… Become purple… Now change color! … It’s pink?~ So close.

Deuce: That’s not close at all. Don’t comfort yourself if you can’t change it into the right color.

Ace: Shut up. Like you can talk, you can only dye ‘em black.

Deuce: … Hm? Isn’t that Leech?

Floyd: Mackerel and Crab…

Ace: Floyd~ It’s dangerous to be here. We’re currently practicing our color change spells, but this guy with poor control might send you flying.

Deuce: No, instead of worrying about me, you should watch out for “I have no control about the color it changes into, colorful” Ace. You might hurt your eyes.

Ace: Who is colorful, “shitty control” Deuce!

Floyd: Tch… Shut up~… Color changing is the most rudimentary of the basics, so I’m tired of it. Do you wanna be strangled?

Ace, Deuce: I-I’m sorry.

Deuce:… Hey, doesn’t Leech seem more pissed than usual?

Ace: This guy is super moody… It’s the same in the basketball club. I thought he was having fun playing, and then the next moment he turned into a lethargic sack without any competitiveness in him.

Deuce: How troublesome… Hey, he went to sit on that bench. Does he plan to take a break there?

Ace: Hey Floyd? We told you just now that we’re in the midst of practicing magic. If you’re there, we might bother you.

Floyd: Huh? I can choose where I sit, can’t I.

Deuce: Oh well… Let’s go somewhere else.

Floyd: I can avoid you guys’ shoddy magic. Are you looking down at me?

Deuce: No, we had no intention to…

Ace: Oh, so we can continue our practice here, huh. You sure? Even if you don’t know if you’ll get hit?

Floyd: …

Ace: Are you ignoring me… Huh? Are you sleeping?

Floyd: …*snores*

Deuce: Don’t try.

Ace: Hey, “shitty control” Deuce. We should definitely not cast our spells in Floyd’s direction. We’ll be regretting that.

Deuce: Don’t be stupid. The bench is opposite of the apple tree. I had no intention of casting a spell in that direction.

Ace: Don’t do it! Definitely don’t do it!… Is what I said, but don’t do it this close. Hey “shitty control” Deuce. Do you want to make me black as well?

Deuce: Moreso, what’s up with you? You said you’d make the apple gold, but it’s white.

Ace: Shut up.… Gotta get my nerves together and try again. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out… okay! Hey, it’s your turn. Hurry up.

Deuce: I get you! Okay, Change Color!

Ace: Ah, idiot! That’s!!

Floyd:… Ah? Did something hit me?

Ace: Ah… Ah…!

Floyd: Hm? My clothes…

Deuce: H-His lab coat has become super colorful because of the color change spell…!

Ace: We’re finished.

Floyd: …

Deuce: Leech, I’m sorry! It wasn’t on purpose! Could you please forgive us...

Ace: It ain’t my fault. He did it. It’s all his fault.

Deuce: You were the one who told me to hurry up!

Ace: Huh? What are you saying, from the start you were…

Floyd: …Aha.

Deuce: Aha?

Floyd: Aha! To believe amateurs like you exist that can’t even do this rudimentary magic. You guys are useless. These colors are too flashy. I’m covered from head to toe in pink, blue and yellow… what were you guys even aiming for? I’m so colorful, this is so funny!

Deuce: Is he laughing? Did we fix… his mood?

Ace: W-We’re saved!

Floyd: I want to try it as well~ I’ll teach you guys how to do a proper color change spell.

Deuce: He was like a different person ‘til now…

#twisted wonderland #floyd leech #jade leech #divus crewel #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #translation #personal story

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Nom Nom for Love

Remus is a strange man who likes to nom on people when he wants affection. So when Remus feels hungry for affection, he tries nomming on a couple people to see who will be the most understanding and deliver his much-needed love.

This prompt was suggested by an anonymous user who signed off with a scorpion 🦂 emoji. So whoever you are, I hope my fanfic pulls you out of that 'crabby' mood of yours!

Remus is a bit of an anime girl. He will stick his tongue out, he will go on flustered and angry rants, and he will even go full-on yandere in the uniform and everything! But as of late, Remus has also developed a new strange habit: nomming on people.

Yes, Remus will nom on people. And by nomming, I mean casually biting people. Usually when an anime girl noms on someone, it’s because they’re angry. But for whatever reason, Remus had decided that killing is his angry response and nomming shall be his plea for people to ‘notice him’. If one didn’t know any better, they could easily assume a vampire is living in the mind palace now! But nope. It’s just Remus nomming like a puppy because ‘I want attention and I will not stop the nom-nom, until you give me attention’.

Now, the boys didn’t really know how to respond to his biting habit. At first, the boys would get angry at him and punish him for biting. But overtime, the boys had all created their own responses and strategies for handling Remus’s nomming habit:

Patton started off like any person would: by screaming in pain and bursting out crying. But overtime, Patton’s screams would lessen to yelps and Patton would either scold him for biting, or take things away from him. Remus quickly learned to bite him a bit lighter due to his sensitivity to pain.

Virgil has been seen hissing at him, and threatening that he’ll bite back if he doesn’t let go. Though most of the time this got Remus to let go, Virgil has had to bite Remus right back a couple times, to show he wasn’t bluffing when he made his threat.

Roman started out by either hitting him on the forehead or biting him back on the same spot he bit him. But Roman soon learned from Remus just why he bit as much as he did. Now that he understood, Roman now wears dog bite protective sleeves so that he’s not badly injured when Remus wants to ‘express’ himself.

Logan would start out with hitting Remus across the face with a newspaper or a magazine. Soon though, Logan would come up with his own strategies: The nerd often hid his arm in his shirt and would put a fake, rubbery arm into his sleeve. This would actually catch Remus off guard when he didn’t even flinch in pain at the bite. Logan would then give him the fake arm and ask him what he wants while getting his arm back into his sleeve.

Lastly: Janus had grown a full pain tolerance to his biting. He treated the attention bites like a little puppy’s bites: purely playful. Though Janus would warn him when he bit in certain spots (ex: his wrist), Remus was generally good at biting him on the arms, on the shoulder or on the fatty parts of him. Janus basically taught Remus to learn the pain tolerant spots like tattoo tolerances: go for the fatty, non-boney spots and you’ll be fine.

One day, Remus was feeling extra eager for pets and attention. He started off by biting his favorite person to bite: Janus.

Janus blinked at the bite and looked at the boy. “Hello Remus.” Janus greeted.

Remus opened his mouth and removed his teeth from his upper arm. “Hi!” Remus replied.

Janus moved his hand up to Remus’s ear and started scratching the back of it. “In need of some scratches and rubs?” Janus asked.

Remus closed his eyes, leaned into the touch and nodded with a content smile.

Janus decided to give Remus some more ear scratches before moving onto his neck. Remus went cross-eyed and gasped at the feeling and slowly closed his eyes as he leaned into the wonderful scratches. Janus smiled happily and continued to scritchy-scratch.

Remus gently shoved his head into Janus and rubbed his head, shoulders and back into Janus’s chest. He was acting so much like a dog! The only thing that was missing was a wide smile with a panting tongue out. “Who needs dogs in the house when we have a Remus?” Janus teased.

Remus giggled and shook his hair out. “Woof woof, bitch.” Remus joked.

“Says the crazy twin who bites people out of love.” Janus joked back.

Remus laughed and nodded.

“As much as I love petting you and giving you attention, I have a couple things I need to get done.” Janus told him.

Remus’s eager smile dropped into hurt and disappointment. “Awww…”

“But, there’s bound to be someone else who can give you attention.” Janus added.

“Yeah...but they’re not as understanding as you.” Remus whined.

“Even Roman?” Janus asked.

Remus blinked and looked down. He had forgotten about Roman. “Well...I guess Roman’s getting better.” Remus admitted.

“Why don’t you get his attention. I’m sure he’ll enjoy his twin brother’s puppy-like ways.” Janus suggested as he got up and started to walk away.

Remus nodded and looked down for a few seconds. He didn’t really wanna ask Roman for love and attention. As much as he knew Roman could handle his bites and begs, Roman found happiness in other people besides him. Remus didn’t really feel like being reminded of that. But...He supposed the only way to reverse any of those beliefs, was to give him a chance. So, Remus walked up to Roman’s room and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Roman called back.

Remus walked into the room and was about to nom him for attention. But Roman actually brought his arm over to him. “In need of some attention, brother?” Roman asked.

Remus nodded his head and gave Roman a light little nom as a confirmation. Roman smiled and patted the spot beside him on his bed. Remus clapped his hands excitedly, and happily crawled up. When Remus was ready, Roman put his coloring book down and started to play wrestle with Remus.

Soon, the bed became some sort of wrestling ring while the boys sloppily wrestled each other. Remus’s movements were very much dog-like and careless, while Roman’s movements were more put together and mindful. Roman would do more strategic moves, while Remus would just lunge at him and push him around the bed.

Finally though, Remus did manage to get the upper hand on Roman by tickling him while he was pinned.

“Ohoho gehehehez- Rehehehemuhuhuhus! Stahahap thahahahat!” Roman laughed.

“I’ve got you now! Mwahahaha!” Remus declared, before scratching and spidering his fingers on his ribs, sides and abs.

Roman squealed loudly and rested his shoulders and neck back as laughter poured out of his mouth. “REHEHEMUHUHUHUS! THIHIHIS IHIHISN’T HOHOHOW WREHEHESTLIHIHING WOHOHORKS!” Roman told him loudly.

“I know. But, it’s how play-wrestling works.” Remus reminded him as he spidered his fingers up and down his ribs.

Roman just laughed at the tickling and soon, started trying to get revenge on him. He started with squeezes to the hips.

“HEHEY! Rude much?” Remus asked, protecting his hips.

“All’s fair when it comes to tickle-wrestling fights.” Roman replied as he went for his lower ribs. Remus squealed and flopped onto Roman in surprise! Then, Roman flipped Remus over onto his back and trapped him with tickles to his belly and his belly button.

Remus bursted out laughing and kicked his legs a little bit. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI’M STUHUHUHUCK!” Remus yelled.

“Yup! You are stuck in my tickly trap! And you shall be stuck there for an eternity! MWAHAHAHA!” Roman teased.

Remus shook his head and rocked back and forth a little. “MYHYHY EHEHEVIHIHIL LAHAHAUGH IHIHIS BEHEHEHETTEHEHER!” Remus argued.

“Really now? You think your evil laugh is much better than mine? Is that what you really think?” Roman asked.

In response, Remus hissed.

Roman paused his tickle attack and gasped. “Did you just hiss at me?!” Roman asked before bursting into laughter.

Remus giggled and hissed at him again.

“Oh that’s it!” Roman wrapped both his arms around Remus and started attacking his ribs, his belly and his hips. “NOOOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAP! ROHOHOHOMAHAHAHAHAN IHIHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLEHEHES!” Remus laughed loudly.

“That’s what you get for hissing at me, you evil cat!” Roman warned.

“IHIHI’M NAHAHAHAT AHAHA CAHAHAHAT! VIHIHIRGIHIHIL’S THEHEHE CAHAHAHAT!” Remus yelled back.

“Noooo, Virgil’s a bat!” Roman responded.

“FAHAHAHALSEHOHOHOHOOD!” Remus yelled back.

“Hey! Don’t be stealing people’s quotes!” Roman yelled jokingly.

Roman and Remus went through a long tickle session before Remus was let go. As much as he loved it, Remus secretly wanted more cuddles, tickles and belly rubs than play fights. Remus wanted nice showings of love that didn’t involve fighting of any kind. Though, he knew he could only take what he could from a man who lived off fights.

So, Remus went to the third person he could trust: Logan.

Logan was an interesting man with a surprising amount of patience. Ever Since Remus apologized for the threats and injuries he caused, Logan and Remus had gotten closer bit by bit. Logan had helped him draw out a picture of a burned person, and had been on a few crime adventures with him. Though asking for attention and love would be quite a bit different, Remus knew it just might be the variety Remus and Logan needed in their life.

Remus walked up to the open door and walked right in. Remus, feeling attention-seeking once again, walked up and nommed on Logan’s arm. But, Remus let out a muffled giggle when he realized he had bitten yet another rubber arm. Remus pulled the rubber arm away from him and chewed on it for a bit.

“Now now, Remus: I want to be able to use it at least two times over.” Logan warned him. Remus dropped the arm onto the ground and crawled himself up to Logan. Then, Remus rubbed his head, his shoulder and his upper arm against Logan’s chest. “He-...Hello Remus.” Logan stuttered in surprise. Remus had never acted like this before! His new behaviour looked almost wolf-like to him.

Remus rubbed his cheek happily into Logan’s shoulder a few times, before grabbing Logan’s wrist and gently pulling him off the chair. “Cuddles.”

Logan chuckled and started to get up from his seat. “Has everyone else been denying you the cuddles you so desperately desire?” Logan asked, following Remus.

Remus nodded his head and sat down onto the end of Logan’s bed. Logan shook his head with a toothy smile and sat down beside him. Remus pulled Logan down as he laid his back onto the bed. “WEEEEEeeeee!” Remus cheered before his back made a soft ‘plop’ onto the bed comforter. “Oof!”

“Oof indeed.” Logan responded and laid onto his side. “Belly rubs, I assume?”

Remus nodded his head and lifted up his shirt to expose his belly. “Yes please!” He replied.

“Very well.” Logan started to gently start rubbing his belly like he would to a child with a tummy ache. Remus closed his eyes and smiled as he visibly melted from the touch. Logan rubbed the upper belly around the abs, and would move his circular strokes down to cover his belly button for a second or two. Soon though, Logan’s hand would move up to Remus’s semi-invisible abs again.

At this point, Remus had started to softly purr from how soft and calming Logan was making him feel. The rubs felt amazing to him and he wanted those belly rubs to last forever, if possible.

Logan smiled and enjoyed watching Remus melt into a puddle of pleasure. It was fun being able to make him happy from the simplest touches. It’s like finding that sweet spot on a dog or a cat that makes them either pant and wag their tail, or rub their body onto the ground. It was so cute and Remus was no exception.

Remus soon scooted himself next to Logan and snuggled into him. In response, Logan smirked and started squeezing his side.

“eEK! Lohohogahan!” Remus giggled.

“Yes Remus?” Logan replied.

“Nohoho squeheezes!” Remus called.

“Not in the mood for them?” Logan asked.

“Nohohot yehet.” Remus responded.

So, Logan decided to give Remus a long back rub next. He massaged with his fingers, lightly dug in with his palms, and rubbed with his whole hands. Remus happily enjoyed the feeling of a free massage from a smart man who knew anatomy really well.

And soon, Logan gave his sides a little tweak as an ‘are you ready’ signal.

Remus giggled and nodded back, signalling that yes, he is indeed ready for tickles.

Logan smiled eagerly, rolled Remus onto his back and started skittering and squeezing his sides. Remus immediately let himself go and laughed happily in his arms.

“YAAAAHAHAHAHAYYYYY!” Remus laughed and snuggled closer. Logan giggled along with him and switched up his technique to drumming and squishing. Remus squealed in surprise and threw his head back with even more laughter leaving his lips. “THIHIHIHIS IHIHIHIS SOHOHO FUHUHUHUN!” Remus admitted.

“Really? I’m delighted to see you’re enjoying the attention.” Logan responded with a smile.

Remus wiggled around and enjoyed the feeling of belly rubs and tickles from Logan. This was the kind of attention that Remus had wanted all along. He really thought he was getting more of this attention from Janus. But he couldn’t receive it due to busy reasons. But, Remus fully understood. Everybody has things to do.

Remus was actually quite surprised to see that Logan was free enough to offer him some belly rubs and tickles. But, he guessed that Logan has a little more love in his system than he lets on...

#family fluff #tooth-rotting fluff #adorable remus #ticklefic #ler!logan #switch!roman #switch!remus

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Hello! I couldn’t find anywhere saying if you were taking requests, so just ignore this if you’re not! My dog is in the first stages of congestive heart failure and I could use some cheering up. Can you write a little something about Bakugo with a fem s/o that finds a kinda ugly little fluffy grey dog and she really wants to keep it, and at first Baku is like “ew” but then comes to get attached to the dog bc it’s really sweet and kinda dopey and not scared no matter how he yells? Love your blog!

a/n: hi there! i’m so sorry to hear that, i hope everything turns out okay, i’m sending you all my love

summary: when you smuggle a scruffy grey puppy back into the dorms, your boyfriend is the first to find out. at first, he’s against the little scruff but eventually, bakugou softens up a bit.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / (d/n) - dog’s name

warnings: swearing, fluff

wordcount: 927

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In your rush to get back to the dorms before curfew, you had stumbled upon a scruffy little puppy. You couldn’t just leave him on the street alone.

He was in need of a bath, and probably a good meal. There were no identification tags on him, or a collar. Around the area, you also hadn’t seen any missing dog posters. You assumed he was a stray.

Your love for him grew as he approached you and rolled over at your feet, wanting belly rubs.

So now, you stood walking onto the campus at U.A., a small grey puppy hiding under your sweater.

- - -

You got into your dorm, happily away from everyone. No one was out which was nice. But the stern cough from your bed startled you.

“Where the hell have you-”

“Bakuogu!” You held your arms around the puppy under your sweater carefully, praying that it wouldn’t choose now to make a noise.

“Are you alright?” Bakugou asked, standing up, walking over to you.

“Me? Pfft yeah. Never been better actually.” You spoke quickly. Bakugou was catching on. You were hiding something.

“You’re acting really-”

A small grey ball of fluff peaked out of your shirt, the puppy’s fur ticking your neck.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bakugou groaned. He watched as you took the puppy from under your sweater and let him down on the floor.

“He’s so sweet. Please don’t say anything.” You bent down, resting on your knees, playing with the puppy.

In the light, you could see better. He had fluffy grey fur mixed with darker bits of black around his ears and at the tip of his tail. His front paws had tufts of white fur mixed in.

He had dark brown eyes and just overall was cute.

“It’s ugly.” Bakugou took a seat on your bed. You looked up at him a thin line formed on your lips.

“I’m keeping him.” You stated sternly. Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“You can’t have a pet here. And don’t bring up Koda, he has permission. You don’t.” Bakugou explained.

“Then I’ll get some.” You smirked.

“I’m going to bed.” Bakugou groaned, stomping out of your room. Sometimes he wondered if anything he said got through your thick skull.

“He’s just jealous.” You whispered to the puppy. You looked around and grabbed a spare towel you had. You could give him a quick little bath and get him some food before going to sleep.

- - -

The bath was a lot easier than you thought. You’d yet to give the puppy a name, and you felt bad just calling it ‘puppy’ in your mind.

“What should I name you?” You continued drying the puppy off with your towel. You let it roam around a bit while you fixed it some food.

It wasn’t the best, but some leftovers from the night should be okay. A bowl of mixed vegetables and some turkey. It wasn’t anything lavish, and you’d need to get proper food for it, but for now, this would have to do.

You scurried back to your dorm with the bowl, the puppy trailing behind you, his tail wagging and his tongue flopped out to the side of his muzzle.

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The next morning you woke up to a warm ball of fluff beside you. You smiled and remembered the previous night's events. You put getting dogfood down on your mental checklist.

You’d also have to do something about the bathroom. For right now, you’d make do with your balcony, frowning at the thought of having to clean up poo.

Doggy pads were added to your mental checklist next.

“Oi. Let me in!” Bakugou’s voice sounded from your dorm door. You were happy today was a weekend.

You trudged over to your door in your pajamas, letting Bakugou in.

“Please tell me it’s-”

A quiet woof came from your bed.

You ran back over to check and see if everything was okay. The puppy paced a few circles before laying back down on your bed. You crawled back into bed and cuddled up beside it.

“You need to get rid of it.” Bakugou leaned on your wall.

“I don’t want too.” The puppy moved, now laying on your stomach. You smiled as it looked up at you.

“It needs a name, wanna help?” You asked, looking over at Bakugou.

“Hell no.” Bakugou took a seat on your bed and the puppy lifted its head, interested in the new human.

It walked over to Bakugou and sniffed him before laying in his lap.

“He likes you!” You exclaimed, happy to see that your new friend was afraid of the explosive blonde.

“It looks dumb.” Bakugou looked down at the puppy who was staring right back at Bakugou, it’s tongue hanging out of its mouth again.

“What about (d/n)?” You proposed the name for the puppy.

“Yeah, whatever.” Bakugou looked away.

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The next few hours you and Bakugou spent together, (d/n) cuddled with Bakugou. And slowly, Bakugou got used to the scruff of grey fur.

Bakugou was a good sport and went out and bought dog food and doggy pads. You set up your balcony for him to use the bathroom.

It didn’t take long for (d/n) to get accustomed to everything. He ate some dog food and got right back up on your bed, cuddling between you and Bakugou.

“He’s not so bad.” Bakugou mumbled. You smiled and poked his cheek.

“You’re such a softie.” You giggled.

“It keeps looking at me with that dumb face!” Bakugou yelled. You shushed him, giving him a quick kiss.

“You love him.” You cooed. Bakugou rolled his eyes and hugged you closer, (d/n) coming and resting between you two, resting his head on Bakugou’s arms.

“I love him.” Bakugou spoke quietly.

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Season 8, Episode 8: A Parade and a Charade

A lot happened in this last episode so there’s plenty to discuss! I’ll try to keep my thoughts...a manageable length. :)

Plotlines:

The Christopher Report

Triangle Tribulations

Bill’s Wounded Pride

Miscellaneous Stuff (FloYo, The Canfields, Dress Shop, Jesse, Infirmary)

This episode has been a little different from the others this season in that we had two pretty big plotlines going on, one medium-sized one, and a bunch of small flickers of plots. Things still managed to flow together pretty well over all, though, I think, but it was a shift I felt was noticeable.

For what it’s worth I mostly enjoyed this episode. There were a few little nitpicks (as usual) but I’ve really been feeling this season that we have a good batch of actors that work really well together and that’s been nice to see.

The Christopher Report

Mr. Christopher Hughes, resident Bad Boy™ and the object of Rachel’s immense and expansive Thirst™...

I’m sure his character arc is going to match that of the average Adopted Child. That is to say, I feel that his arc will follow the same patterns that characters of his archetype usually do. He hates his biological parent who abandons him but becomes curious against his better judgment. He meets his biological father and feels anger/resentment at first, but there’s something there that feels Human and he can’t ignore it. Over time he starts to care, again against his better judgment. In Christopher’s case, it seems likely that the original reason for striking up a relationship will present itself later in the story (perhaps not this season, but next); it won’t be a wholesome attempt to connect, but rather an intent to bamboozle.

Remember Rosemary’s words from earlier: she knows a performance when she sees one. But we’ll get to that.

It’s a good idea for a storyline, and I have some faith in the payoff being worth it if we keep the same head writer for next season. This is the kind of thing best explored over a period of time and they’re doing well with the pacing.

This episode, we first see Christopher when he surprises Rachel at the dress shop.

He mentions they haven’t taken in the sights in town yet, and Rosemary overhears from the back room. She asks him what sights and he switches his story to saying that he was thinking that Rosemary and Lee could take both he and Rachel around town and show them everything. Rosemary says it’s a great idea and of cOURSE they can do that! As soon as Christopher is gone, Rosemary starts lecturing Rachel on the type of freedom she’s trying to experience in Hope Valley. She pretty much says she and Lee don’t approve of Christopher while Rachel ignores her and sneaks out the back door.

The very next scene Christopher surprises Rachel again, but this time with a, uh...hands on approach.

He tells her he’s not afraid of her aunt or uncle, and she says she knows he’s not afraid of Lee because she saw him steal his pocketwatch when he arrived in town. He’s surprised that she didn’t say anything and he calls her “a little sneak.” She starts throwing things at him playfully and he asks, “You’re not afraid of me?” She says she isn’t and he tells her he’s as gentle as a lamb.

She says she doubts that, and he walks through the fire of her throwing hats (or whatever they are) at him and grabs her wrists. She takes the opportunity to kiss him and he laughs. They’re broken up by the sound of people coming closer so he tells her he’ll come to her house tonight and to listen for a sound at her window.

In the next scene, Henry walks into Nathan’s office where Bill seems to be...assisting Nathan? That’s my best guess as to what’s going on. Bill strikes up a conversation with Henry and Henry says they could have gotten drinks to chat if that’s what Bill wanted (it seems very Small Talky but Bill ain’t that kind of man). In fact, Bill destroys the peaceful atmosphere instantly and makes it clear that this is a business discussion, and his questions were business-related.

If I was a bettin’ man I’d wager that Bill will piece together some problems in Hamilton with Christopher, but eh, let’s not overextend my brain just yet.

Bill’s first and only real question is to ask when Christopher arrived in town but Henry gets upset and says Bill just wants to blame someone. I’m surprised Henry didn’t mention the bad blood between him and Bill leading to this, but I’m pretty sure that’ll be coming in the future. Nathan comes in and says nobody’s accusing anyone, they just turned up at the same time so they have to check everything.

Later, Christopher runs out of Henry’s office and to the infirmary yelling for help. Henry was having trouble breathing and he got dizzy. There’s a big commotion about it and Faith tells Christopher that his father has very high blood pressure and they’ve been struggling to get it under control.

Christopher hones in on Lucas and goes after him for hiring Henry back even though he knew he shouldn’t be working. Bill intervenes and stops Christopher from getting too close to Lucas.

(Aside: I haven’t lost hope that they’ll do something with Bill and Christopher, at least from the angle of Bill having raised Christopher’s (dead) half-brother (which means Henry abandoned two women and two children straight-up), but I am starting to think it won’t happen this season.)

Around dinnertime, Henry talks with Carson and is in a good mood. When Carson asks why he’s had a sudden change of heart with wanting to get better (health-wise), he says Christopher called him “Dad” when he was worried about him, and it makes him want to do better because it means Christopher cares about him.

Y’all...that scene was so good. But. BUT. I feel like Henry has a big storm comin’ as it relates to Christopher. I just hope Henry’s self-improvements don’t backslide when he inevitably ends up disappointed in Christopher for one reason or another.

Outside, Christopher is sitting on the steps of Dottie’s Apparel across the way from the café and Rachel approaches him. She asks why he didn’t come to see her and he gets sassy about it, but she actually seems to understand exactly what he’s going through and calls him out excessively gently about it. I don’t like her instant attachment to Christopher but they’re young and dumb and at least she seems to Get Him.

She tells him that he’s not having dinner with his dad because he’s scared—scared of getting close to him, scared of feeling an attachment to him. The only way to protect himself from that attachment, and from the inevitable loss that you will one day experience in regards to them, is to not let it form in the first place.

He asks her what the solution is and she says he needs to take a chance. And then she ruins it by saying “Like when you stole Uncle Lee’s watch.” ?????? This is definitely some Into Bad Boys Teenage Girl Logic right there. There is literally no connection.

She gives him his handkerchief back and when he mentions it still has her lipstick on it, she says, “I know.” THIS GIRL IS TRYING TO GET HER A MAN AND SHE IS TRYING VERY HARD. I wouldn’t be surprised if these were things she read about in her tame bodice ripper novels though LMAO.

They then share a kiss and he promises to come and see her the next day at the store.

Rosemary and Lee mention to Elizabeth that Rachel’s mom wants her to come back home right away, and the next morning Rachel confides in Rosemary that she’s afraid that once she’s back in Bellingham she won’t ever be allowed to return to Hope Valley. Rosemary explains to her that she shouldn’t worry about that; leave it all up to her instead.

Christopher is busy working, digging a trench. He’s getting out some of his frustration and anger by doing this and Lucas seems a bit annoyed by him but otherwise accepting of his, uh, issues. At least...for now. Lucas seems to have come up to the worksite to suggest Christopher spend more time with Henry, as he feels bad that he didn’t realize Henry’s health was actually as bad as it was.

But Christopher won’t go and just keeps angrily digging his ditch, and in fact he’s so consumed by this he doesn’t notice when Rachel leaves town. When he’s on break, he comes back into town only to find that the store is locked up for the day.

Seeing as how Rachel just found out the night before that she was leaving town, I think it’s plausible to imagine that...he doesn’t know she’s actually Gone. I almost feel bad for him.

Honestly, this young man is a whiz of an actor. He’s likable in that Fun Character kind of way where you never know if you should root for him or not. I’m not the type of person who generally likes characters like this, but color me intrigued. This show rarely has interesting characters in it that get to remain interesting. I hope Christopher gets to develop for the next couple of seasons if indeed they choose to keep him around. The guy can act! He plays funny, slimy, rude, arrogant, emotional, and even twitterpated really well, and he ain’t afraid to get dirty to sell the part. I respect that.

Can I just say how sorry for Henry I feel though, knowing—or at least feeling—that he will be blindsided in the near future with Christopher’s uh...faults? Woof.

Triangle Tribulations

There’s a huge part of me that doesn’t even want to discuss this. I just want to say, “That’s a yikes from me, Chief” and move on to the next point. It seems easier. And less awkward. And also...let’s be honest: I have no horse in this race.

I don’t care that much about Elizabeth as a character, and I care even less about what gentleman she might choose to set her sights on in the long run.

But it’s become the central talking point of the show, so let’s discuss it!

Three years is a perfectly acceptable mourning period, but I think the show’s inability to hold its horses these last couple of years is just now catching up to it in the worst way. It puts Elizabeth in this awkward position where she has men interested in her and the show has framed her as being ready ish to move on, but then a new writer stepped in and was told to make sure the triangle lasted through most of the 8th season. How can he make it last when things have been set up for her to move on? Uhh, quick! Come up with something!

Oh, realism! She’s not actually ready to move on!

I mean, I don’t blame John Tinker for this. I blame the writer for S6 and S7 that rushed through the storytelling and gave us...whatever that was, where two men showed up out of nowhere and both set eyes on Elizabeth. I blame the marketing that made sure to sell S6 and S7 for the love triangle instead of the family-friendly or heartwarming elements of the story. It’s really sad that the triangle has come to...this. It didn’t have to. If they hadn’t tried making it a central point in S6 (literally months after Jack died when nobody was ready to really move on and nobody felt that Elizabeth would be ready, either) I don’t think things would be so awful, but it’s too late to go back, now.

Don’t get me wrong, the triangle feels pretty good this season. It’s tense. It’s interesting. Lucas really has shone in this season thus far (instead of coming across as creepy as he sometimes did for the first two seasons he was in), and Nathan is learning to be a little more...forthcoming with his feelings. I guess.

But it should have been S7. S7 should have had this level of care put into it for the triangle so that S8 was a chance for the choice to get some air.

Anyway, I’m not happy with it. I’m glad it’s almost over. I just want it to end. I do not care who the choice is, I just want her to choose.

In this episode, she confronted Nathan right out of the gate, and he wasn’t exactly pleased about it. She acts like he went into the adoption ceremony knowing damn well what Allie had done, but he insists he didn’t know and seems a bit hurt that Elizabeth would accuse him of being mean to her when he tells her that Allie’s list didn’t even have her on it.

Elizabeth later mentions this as a truth (the list, her name not being on it), so I don’t know what we’re supposed to think here. I’m gonna go with: her feelings were hurt and she lashed out.

Nathan’s temper is apparently done with Lucas, as he tells him to Save It at the end of the scene. I want to say I’m living for it but Lucas hasn’t really...done anything wrong, so...it feels misplaced.

(I want to say something about the fans being divided and this feeling more like fanservice/an attempt to stir the pot than anything that makes any sense.)

Elizabeth goes on to spend a little time with Lucas and it was very cool to see his office for the first time ever! Also, “pardon my French” was actually pretty funny here.

Nathan wants to talk to Allie about the adoption ceremony catastrophe but is called away before they can sit down and talk, which Allie is...sad about...for some reason? I guess even if it’s negative attention it’s better than no attention? That seems in line with her age. Elizabeth comments to Lucas about feeling sorry for Allie and wanting to comfort her, but in my opinion this is kind of misplaced and Lucas points out that he doesn’t mind her sharing a friendship with Nathan, but that...he doesn’t think Nathan will settle for it.

I’d probably be against Lucas on this matter but I already know that Lucas is right. Elizabeth seems to not to want to believe that but...I dunno. Part of the problem is that in a town this size, it’s really hard to have space. She wants to forget Nathan and focus on Lucas, but she’s constantly seeing both Allie and Nathan, and that makes it hard.

Around dinnertime she goes to Lucas’s office and he begs off dinner because he’s just not in a good state of mind after the whole thing with Henry, and he also seems like he’s had a few drinks. She offers to let him sit with her and it’s...uh...very cozy (probably the closest two bodies have ever been to one another on this show, hahaha).

He says he doesn’t want to be impatient and that she should leave. Which she does.

Fanning herself.

The next morning, Nathan approaches Lucas at the oil derricks to tell him that he hasn’t given up on Elizabeth just yet, to which...Lucas says he can do whatever he wants, but he needs to make sure he has the best interests of Allie and Elizabeth in mind, not his own. Nathan tries to say something else to him and Lucas says, “Save it.”

Which is fair and valid. I’d respect it more if Nathan’s “save it” had felt more believable earlier, though.

Either way, I’m at a point in this series where I’m starting to think Nathan’s just being selfish. His writing took an absolute beating in this episode and this isn’t even the worst part!

Allie invites Elizabeth to dinner. I hated this scene mostly because I think it will only make the hatred for Allie worse. Team Lucas fans tend to hate her because she acts so unreasonably and this scene was the worst example of it so far. She’s a young teenage girl (13/14 years old I’d guess) but this childish illustration card? Is something a 9 year old might pull (circumstances considered).

I’d find it more plausible if we just had more time with Allie, but we get so little and everything we’ve been getting hasn’t felt...quite right to me lately. I could understand the whole “inviting only Elizabeth and Nathan” because that’s actually quite clever of her, and even funny. She’s young and doesn’t understand the...bigger picture, or the Adult Feelings involved. I’m fine with it. But this? Oh please. They’re not doing Allie any favors.

I think she could have done something else that was more in line with her age. It could still be cringey, but not...like this. I’m certain it was meant to be a sassy response to being scolded because neither of them were aware they were the only ones invited (and Allie’s hand-drawn invitation makes it clear they’re the only two invited lol), but...eh.

The very next scene is Elizabeth confronting Nathan, though, which I do appreciate. This thing with Allie is so far out of hand by this point that he needs to absolutely sit her down and have a VERY serious heart-to-heart. She’s hurting and it feels like nobody is telling her the right thing.

Just before the adoption ceremony Nathan told her that Elizabeth was seeing Mr. Bouchard and Allie complained but Nathan did a great job of telling her that they should be happy that Elizabeth is happy and I LOVED THAT. So why does it feel like he didn’t mean any of it? Why didn’t he confront any of the other things Allie is probably feeling?

Like, you know...that Elizabeth can still be her friend even if she’s seeing Mr. Bouchard?

Elizabeth asks Nathan for a word, and when she tells him that she wants to speak with Allie he tells her that Allie is home and is afraid to talk to Elizabeth without him being there.

She asks why Allie is afraid but the fanfare starts for Bill, and Nathan doesn’t want to be rude but Elizabeth insists on continuing their conversation.

Elizabeth tells him she was afraid it would happen if things didn’t work out between them.

Nathan says he doesn’t know what to tell her. He’s tried talking to Allie but nothing he says has convinced her that Elizabeth isn’t to blame. Elizabeth tells him that she thinks Allie should blame her because it’s Nathan she’s attached to/loves.

Their conversation is paused for a moment by Bill’s appearance but they pick right back up after Bill rides away on his horse. She says she tried to tell him at the parent/teacher conference that he is everything to Allie and he says he knows that, and that’s why he’s trying really hard not to show Elizabeth how he feels about her, and it’s why he turned down the promotion to inspector.

He wanted to leave but he couldn’t do it because Allie was so happy in Hope Valley. Elizabeth says that’s why they have to figure out how to make things okay again, because he said it himself, he stayed because Allie was happy!

He said, no, I said that was part of the reason.

And he looks away like he didn’t mean to say that, like in saying that, he’s said Too Much. And this isn’t about his feelings. This is...something else.

Elizabeth has suspected all along that he was hiding something and not telling her the whole truth about Fort Clay, but this behavior isn’t like him and she calls him out on it. She says she knows he’s hiding something and she wants to know what it is.

He tells her that at Fort Clay he was in charge of the training mission, not Jack. But he was disciplined for an earlier incident and they sent Jack instead. He says he’s sorry but there was never the right time to tell her.

The episode ends there.

I am...disappointed. I was hoping it would be something small that might have still weighed on his mind, like finding Jack’s body—having never met the man, having never known him, it would be so odd to know his wife and the home he loved but to have never known him. And to never really have a right to...ask about it either because it’s not your place.

But no, they really had to go there. They really had to make it like that. We’ve been guessing this since Nathan arrived in town as a possibility and I wish it had never happened.

I agree with all the people who think that there would be no point in the love triangle without Nathan being end-game, but ugh.

I’m fine with forgiveness and moving on, but back in S5 and S6 I made it very clear how I felt about the direction they were taking Abigail and Henry. For the purpose of clarification, Henry was actively awful (he was cruel to Abigail many times over and was part of the VERY DIRECT reason her husband and son died) and that was the biggest reason I opposed it. I think comparatively Nathan is harmless. But... I dunno.

It feels to me like they really want to tell that Type of story and...I’m not a fan. You can forgive someone without hooking up with them. In fact, that’s a way better moral to be dropping on this specific audience anyway.

I’m mostly disgusted at Nathan and have to now worry how they will write Lucas next to make sure he’s on equal ground. :(

Maybe Nathan’s posting in Hope Valley wasn’t out of guilt but the way he reacted to Elizabeth sure makes it seem like it was. Like he chose to come to Hope Valley to keep an eye on Jack’s family. And if it stayed at a friendship level I could respect it. I might even like it.

But... ugh. I mean, Nathan feels guilty. He knows his actions indirectly killed Jack. No, he is not to blame for it and I don’t think he blames himself—at least not in a traditional way. But the knowledge is there. He should have kept his feelings to himself. He should have NEVER decided he wasn’t going to give up on Elizabeth after she walked away from him. She didn’t say no but she shouldn’t have to.

So he knew he was indirectly responsible for Jack’s death and he still let himself tell Lucas he wasn’t giving up on her. What the hell?

I guess you can consider me #teamstaysingle now.

Bill’s Wounded Pride

This wasn’t a long or deep storyline but I wanted to dig into it a little bit since Bill’s my favorite character and all.

I really appreciate that they are giving Lee a chance to be a good listener. He got kind of overshadowed by Rosemary’s personality a bit in the past so it’s good to see a consistent show of it now. He’s so nice to Bill. I don’t feel like they’re great buds, but there’s a kind of...mutual respect there that has definitely been earned on both sides. Lee’s offer to listen to Bill vent was really nice.

After Bill goes off on Henry (sorta? barely?) Nathan calls Bill out for placing blame on Christopher by association of Henry, since he knows he and Henry have some bad blood between them.

But then Nathan kind of gets this self-righteous ramble about how maybe he’ll feel differently when he’s asked to hand in his serge, but it’s not helping Bill to prolong the process/put it off.

Which...while Nathan has a point, he’s just written throughout this entire episode like a selfish jerk. I get that he’s not that attached to his uniform (he’s younger, he’s willing to quit to settle down and marry), but you’d think he’d have a little sympathy for someone whose entire career was the Mounties and who is struggling to give up the last connection he has to that part of his life.

If Nathan was 18 or 19 I’d feel his reaction would be fully believable, but he’s probably in his 30s and should have a little more emotional maturity than this.

Again, yes, Bill should just get rid of the uniform and be done with it. But it’s not as if Bill doesn’t know that. He’s struggling! A word of encouragement might help more than telling him to rip the bandaid off. If he talked this way to Allie it’s no wonder she’s so messed up.

Later that morning, Molly greets Lee about the lumber shipment Carson ordered for the infirmary and Jesse is grumpy. She jokes that she’s dealing with that, too, but with Carson and Faith. Lee adds that Bill is also in a bad mood, because he has to turn in his uniform. They briefly discuss that nobody has ever seen him in uniform.

Lee tells Molly that she’s in charge of fixing everyone else’s problems and leaves.

The next day, Bill walks into Nathan’s office to see Molly spying on his stuff...

She claims she’s there to wish him a good trip and he says he’s not looking forward to riding all the way to Hamiliton. She mentions his uniform and he’s surprised she knows about it, but says only that “word gets around.”

Bill says yeah, well, he should have told them that if they want it so bad they should come and get it. Molly tells him that “rules and regulations can strip a man of his pride.” Which is. A weird line of dialogue but okay.

Bill tells her that it was a proud day when he put the uniform on—even though back then it didn’t have any of the decorations on it, of course. She says he must have felt ten feet tall he and replies with, “Ten years and three months.”

You know it meant a lot to him if he remembers the exact amount of years he wore the damn thing. Molly encourages him to try it on and he tries to excuse it by saying it doesn’t fit. She tells him he’s hard to read (probably because she thought he wanted the excuse to try it) but he’s “worth it, cover to cover.”

She goes on to say that “WE” know that turning it in means a great deal to him, so it means a great deal to his friends, too, and as he should know, the uniform doesn’t make the man.

She goes to leave and tells him it will definitely fit (HAHA maybe she was checking that while he was gone) and to do everyone a favor and put on a good show.

A short time later, Mike and a couple of others from town start playing some fanfare music outside the Mountie HQ and Bill emerges.

He’s touched by it, but also maybe a little confused lol, and asks them if they know that he’ll be right back.

And then...it’s off and away with Bill.

I’d have liked this storyline so much more if it felt...deeper? A little extra fanfare for him is nice, but it doesn’t really...deal with any of the emotions he feels. That said, I’m almost certain this is to get him to Hamilton where he might run into Christopher’s parents and/or hear more information about potential misdeeds of Christopher to move that plot along.

Miscellaneous Short Plots

FloYo: Florence and Ned were cute but I wish they hadn’t tried to do anything with it in this episode. We didn’t really need to see Ned being grumpy about things as a like...Moment. It just didn’t feel very meaningful even though they had that cutesy “nobody can replace you” resolution. This episode was a bit of a miss for them for me because of that. And hey, don’t get me wrong; I generally like them, but trying to make everything wholesome all the time gets draining and there was so much other stuff that felt more rewarding to me comparatively.

The Canfields: Very cute, good. I need to know what Joseph’s plans are. And Angela learning braille and being so sweet... AHHHHHH I LOVED HER.

Dress Shop: I’m disappointed they had this plotline drag out for episode after episode and then die out. I guess it could be interesting if they blew it wide open by Dottie selling it at the end of the season to someone unexpected, but what bored me about this was that nobody was that stressed out about the situation and nobody seemed relieved that Dottie wasn’t selling. I’ll hold out hope that something comes of it anyway.

Jesse: FINALLY. I appreciated that he and Mike got to talk. It explains where Jesse was all that time...and Mike is a good friend. I love him. I hope he gets more screentime next season because he honestly deserves it. Also, I’m glad Jesse went to talk to Clara and asked if they could sit and talk. SIT AND TALK. YES PLEASE. Thank you. It was a simple step forward but I really appreciate it. Also, the Canfields and Bill hightailing it out of there as soon as Jesse shows up...haha.

Infirmary: GOODBYE HAM SANDWICH CARSON. I mean... I’m of two minds. Expanding the infirmary would be a good idea. It wouldn’t hurt to have a little more room for patients that might need to recover for longer, and to have a little bit more privacy for them. On the other hand, Carson’s sudden lashing out against the Hope Valley infirmary is...odd. I loved how he and Faith both got so excited but for different reasons that culminated in a completely different mindset. You can tell Carson really wants to go to Boston but feels weird about it. I love Faith’s dedication to the town.

My brain feels dry and crusty after typing all this up, and I didn’t proofread it at all, so sorry in advance if there are any errors in it. As always, I’m looking forward to the drama next episode, particularly with Carson and Faith (BREAK UP BREAK UP BREAK UP).

I’m still kind of stunned they went the route they did. I find it hard to imagine that Elizabeth is capable of a choice within the next four episodes, but I guess we’ll have to see what’s in store for us.

Also, for a little laugh, my husband watched the full episode with me for the first time in a few seasons. He was pleasantly surprised by Angela Canfield and said that he liked “the property brother.” I think he’s #TeamLucas but he told me later last night that actually they’re both fine and he’d take either one for himself if the opportunity arose LMAO.

What are your thoughts on this episode? Opinions?

#when calls the heart #analysis and meta discussion #character studies and information

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mxbbadperson · 3 years

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kamen rider revice: unsatisfied, i skip my pridе

ship: KAGEROU/IKKI, DAIJI/IKKI (by implication) rating: TEEN notes: subtle digs ft. kagerou

'Ikki! Ikki! What's that one?' Vice asked excitedly. Ikki looked at what he was pointing at. It was a man wearing a white mask with holes across it. 'Ah! That's a killer, I think? I don't really know that many,' Ikki answered. He was at the counter, Vice floating beside him. 'Oh! That's one a demon.' It was a surprise to see. With the Deadmans around, Ikki thought that people wouldn't dress up as demons. 'Bah! No it isn’t! That doesn't look like me or any demon at all!' Vice said. Ikki looked closer. But the costume wasn't of a Deadmans, just of a demon with brightly colored hair, horns and claws. No, not like a Deadmans at all.

'What are you doing?' someone asked. Ikki turned around. He beamed. 'Welcome home, Daiji! We're just looking through pictures.' 'Why?' 'It was Halloween yesterday!' Ikki lifted his phone. He was looking through Shibuya's Halloween parade. 'It's nice to look at everyone's costumes.' 'Hey Ikki! What's that one?' Vice asked. Ikki looked at what he was pointing at. 'Oh, that's a zombie.' 'What's that?' 'Ah, it's something-' Ikki stopped. Should he say it? 'I'm not telling you.' 'Wah! Why?! Why not?!' Ikki turned to Daiji. He was by the counter now. 'Don't ignore me!' Vice shouted. 'What would you dress up as?' Ikki asked. 'Dress up?' Daiji wondered. 'You know I don't do that, nii-chan.' 'I know! But what if you do? It looks fun!' Ikki looked at a picture. 'I wonder what I would dress up as?' Not a demon because that was much too close. 'Maybe a werewolf?' 'A dog?' Daiji asked. Ikki looked up at him. 'Woof,' he said playfully. 'Woof,' Daiji repeated. Ikki grinned. 'Well, if I did dress up,' Ikki's grin widened, 'I guess I’d dress up as a demon.' Ikki's smile fell and he frowned. 'Or something with a bat.' Ikki blinked. 'A bat? Why a bat?'

'Why not?' Daiji asked. 'That's true! Oh! So you're gonna dress up as a vampire?' Ikki asked excitedly. 'What's a vampire?' Vice asked. 'I guess I am.' Ikki turned to Vice. 'It's a monster that turns into a bat,' he turned to Daiji, 'are you gonna wear the fangs and the cape? You'd look cute!' he teased. 'Nii-chan,' Daiji muttered. 'Sorry, sorry!' Ikki laughed. He looked through at a picture. 'It really does look fun,' he mused. He sounded wistful. Daiji tilted his head slightly. 'You can go there next year,' he said. Ikki blinked then looked up at him in surprise. 'What? No, I can't. I have to stay here,' he said. 'Dressing as a werewolf is right. You are like a dog aren't you, nii-chan,' Daiji said. There was something strange in his voice, part fondness and part something else. 'Am I?' Ikki asked. What's going on? 'And if I dress up, dressing up as a vampire would be right,' Daiji grabbed Ikki's wrist. Ikki looked up at him confused. Daiji brought Ikki's hand to his mouth. 'Vampires eat people don't they?' he bit down on Ikki's curled finger. Ikki's eyes widened. 'Daiji! Don't do that!' he cried out, 'my hand is dirty!' He pulled his hand away. It moved but Daiji held on. What was going on? 'And that's silly. Vampires don't eat people! They just drink blood,' he managed to say. 'So there's a monster that eats people? Which one is it?!' Vice asked excitedly. 'I'm not telling you!' Ikki said. 'Then just drinking blood is fine,' Daiji said. He leaned down. Ikki met his eyes. 'I might drink from you.' Ikki wrinkled his nose. 'But that's gross. Blood doesn't taste good you know!' 'I guess,' Daiji said. Ikki looked down at his phone. Daiji's gaze was piercing. When did that happen? He breathed in. Why did it feel like he was bracing himself for a fight? He looked up at Daiji. 'Hey, Daiji,' he said, 'can I have my hand back?' Daiji released his wrist. 'Sorry,' he said. It sounded insincere. 'If you really want to go, we can together.' Ikki beamed. 'But that means that you have to go there first, nii-chan,' Daiji finished. Ikki's smile dimmed. That was true. 'Have fun looking at pictures.' Daiji walked away. Ikki looked at his back. 'Sakura made food and it's in the fridge!' he managed to say a moment later, rising up from his seat. 'Okay,' Dajii said. Ikki sat back down. Vice had floated in front of him. Ikki jumped. 'How can a monster eat people but I can't?' Vice asked petulant. 'It doesn't really eat people! Because it’s not real!' Ikki answered. 'But if it was, you'd let it eat people!' 'Wha-no I won't! Now let me look at the rest!' Ikki lifted his phone to his face, his other hand curling around it. His eyes flicked to the finger Daiji bit. He pulled his eyes away from it. There was no use thinking about it. 'Hey, hey! What's that one?' Vice asked, pointing at someone's costume. Ikki breathed out. He felt strangely relieved. 'That's a witch,' he answered.

#ship: a demon for you #kamen rider revice #revice spoilers #kagerou x ikki #kagerou/ikki #kagero x ikki #kagero/ikki #my writing #i write #igarashi ikki #ikki igarashi #kagero (kamen rider revice)#kagerou (kamen rider revice)

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Which sect would be the best to be reborn into based purely on fashion?

my answer differs per animation/manga/official art vs live-action drama, and some of you are going to be roasting me in your heads bc i dress like a disaster fuckboy irl and some of it probably translates to my questionable tastes

(i’m a slut for the totally unrealistic but baller cql outfits.)

i also assume you mean fashion of the important ppl bc let’s face it, if you’re a random mook you’re just gonna look like background dressing with no facial features, and it’s just being a different color blob

animation/manga/art - qinghe nie.

that pomp and circumstance, wow. a thematic color ... color story??? (idk color stuff) that doesn’t look unnaturally color-coded. nice embellishments. shoulder pauldron/pad things, nice. could take a little dirt and still look great. dark and flattering, but not monochromatic nor edgelord red/black (with flames??? are you the fucking hokage wwx? you gonna believe it?) also, the pieces fit together in a way that doesn’t make me auo;werhawuo;egciewl??????????? unlike jiang cheng’s outfit (the shoulder thing + the little front apron of the sash, where do all the things go?!) and the internet isn’t forthcoming with how these types of outfits all work.

live-action: tie between yunmeng jiang w jc as sect leader vs gusu lan young lwj with that light blue outfit and the shoulder ribbons.

surprising bc i typically hate purples and light blues bc i can’t match them right with anything

sect leader jiang cheng is overcompensating for the rebuilding of his clan, and his outfits need to make a statement. even if i hated interacting with people, if i could dress like jiang cheng i would purposefully go to ice cream socials not only for ice cream, but for social. the hues of his translucent silks are devastating. the iridescence of the embroidered ones makes my fingers flex like a little raccoon wanting to paw at the fabric. his accessories are gorgeous. zidian looks so fucking cool and i love edgy jewelry so much

and

young lwj’s outfit when he was yin iron hunting. woof. i had to pause and replay those few episodes. the clean and crisp look. the subtle cloud embroidery on the lapels. the ribbons that wwx tugged once. his silver guan. that’s an outfit for swordfighting in the wind. the ribbons blowing, hair weaving, eyes cast upon the ground where your enemies lie after you’ve slain them. you need to have body to wear that outfit, and when you have it you flaunt it. the equivalent of bodycon. gorgeous.

so in short: qinghe nie (anime/manga/novel art), yunmeng jiang (jc-era), gusu lan (pre-ssc)

#these are my tastes go get your own #you did it #you got to my inner salt mine #mdzs #cql #Anonymous #inquiry #'even if i hated interacting w ppl' i fucking do tho hah #opinionated verm

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1-A And The Beast (MHA Beauty And The Beast AU Fanfic) Chapter Four: The Past is Revealed

Inspired by the Gravity Falls Beauty And The Beast AU made by @artsycrapfromsai

The next day, everyone ran outside to play in the freshly fallen snow, with Hakagure hopping into the snow, creating an invisible snow angel for her friends to see. “Come on, everybody!” She said, leaving behind tracks.

As the kids ran outside to play in the snow, Buster trudged through the snow to the friends. “Hi, Buster!” Melissa said as she let the footstool leap into her arms, allowing him to nuzzle her face and woof happily. “You’re such a good boy, Buster.” Izuku replied as he guided Majesty towards the stables.

I’ve never felt this way about anyone before in my life! Thought All Might as he watched the kids play in the snow outside. “I wanna do something for them- but what?” All Might said, turning his gaze towards Mr. Aizawa, who was thinking about what All Might could do for the kids he had saved.

“Well, there’s the usual things: toys, souvenirs, promises you don’t intend to keep...” Mr. Aizawa said, thinking of more options. “Nah. These aren’t ordinary kids- it’s gotta be something super duper special- something that sparks their interest!” Present Mic said, giving All Might options of what he would give the kids.

A few moments after, All Might led the kids to a pair of huge doors, both of which were made of oak. “Can we look now?” Iida asked. “Not yet. It’s a surprise!” All Might said gently as he opened the doors. “Okay- you can look now!” All Might said, opening the doors to reveal a massive library, with books on every single shelf.

“Wooooow!” Izuku cried in happiness, his eyes sparkling like stars. “Read and borrow what you want. My library is yours.” All Might said, showing the library to everyone in the room with him. At that moment, everyone gathered all their favorite books and ran across the room sorting them by number, color, and in alphabetical order.

“These babies need to be organized, so we can keep track of them!” Momo said, with her putting miscellaneous books onto Gran Torino, who wheeled them away to their designated shelves. Meanwhile, outside the library, the servants were beaming with happiness that the plan had worked.

“Can’t you believe it?” Midnight said. “I just knew it would work!” Present Mic grinned. “That’s for sure!” Eri said as she licked a lollipop. “Isn’t it exciting?” Mr. Aizawa said, hopping along the hallways.

But inside the large room, once everything had been sorted, the kids turned to All Might, who willingly handed Nana Shimura to them. “You’re that guidebook we saw under the glass case last night!” Uraraka said as she gazed at the cover, opening Nana Shimura.

Hello. The guidebook wrote down, as if it were speaking like the other enchanted objects. “And you can talk!” Aoyama cried as he stared at the writing that magically appeared.

Technically, I’m a human like you, or should I say, I was. Nana wrote down, grabbing everyone else’s attention. “Wait. You were human once?!” Izuku said in wonder.

That’s right! You see, we used to be villagers just like you. My student, Toshinori, and I lived in a humble home like you once did. But then, we were just walking around in the woodland for a bit when we stumbled upon the castle you’re in now.

“No way!” Mina said, staring at the writing. “Tell us more, please.” Bakugo politely requested. We then decided that it wouldn’t be a good decision to just leave the castle there, so we decided to rally our fellow villagers and refurbish it!

“So this castle is actually an ancient site that you found?” Tsuyu asked, requesting more of the story be told. You hit it on the nose! Soon, with the help of everyone we recruited, the castle became looking like new. We named it U. A. Castle, which made sense. But everything changed one cold winter night.

“What happened that night?” Ojiro asked, questioning the events from a decade ago. Well, we were just relaxing and enjoying our break, albeit admiring the effort we put into the castle. But then an old beggar man rudely knocked on the door, and when that didn’t work, he trudged in and interrupted us, demanding shelter from the winter storm. “So what does the old man have to do with all this?” Denki stared, eyes big and wide.

Thing is, he offered to give us a guidebook in exchange for the shelter he wanted. But I recognized his mean tone and cold heart, but my student, naive as he was, welcomed the man in, treating to him a glass of warm milk and a nice slice of cake.

“Your student must’ve been pretty welcoming, it seems.” Kirishima added. Yes, he was, until the man revealed his true form: All For One, the evil sorcerer who had a heart of pure darkness! “He sounds pretty scary.” Koda said, while Sato huddled next to him.

He sure was! He disguised himself as an old beggar man so he could trick us all into being transformed! “Oh no!” Shoji said, covering up his face. Oh no, indeed. Using the book he was holding, he changed the staff into enchanted objects and me into the guidebook you’re holding.

“That explains everything!” Jiro said, with Sero and Tokoyami expressing their shock. Lastly, he changed my student into the beast you’re standing in front of, with the warning that my pages will fall out every week for ten years. If he finds someone to love him, and if they love him in return, the spell will be broken. If not, the curse is permanent.

“Wow...” Mineta said, his eyes big as dinner plates. That’s why we knew you kids were the ones to break the spell, so we don’t have to live our lives as inanimate objects forever! “That explains everything...” Todoroki said, brushing a stray piece of his hair off his face. But there’s no time to waste. You’ve gotta warm up to All Might before it’s too late! Nana Shimura said, finishing the story.

“If we wanna break this curse, we’ve gotta work together- and warm All Might’s stone cold heart!” Izuku cried. “Yeah!” Agreed everyone. They were more determined than ever to lift the curse on the castle...

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