#Then had to return the favor uwu

[just-more-trolls]

> Kani is doubled-over for a moment..now trying to type thru tears.

~Cv~ Al I gor outta thst wa s riwnd"

Vrayan gets a text! "~Cv~ Hey flufflebutt haven't seen ya around the forest in a hot minute.. figured I'd check up see how it's goin'"

>The text sent back is… nearly unintelligible

“FRIWND haim siooiiippo tores”

[pinejayy]

╰➤ Petite Lover uwu

featuring: trafalgar law x petite f!reader

a/n: this was a request by!! @periwinklepuff !! sorry for the wait girl!! I hope you enjoy this!! hugs and kisses to you uwu uwu!!

summary: law loves how tiny you are compared to him, he loves the size difference between you two, especially in the bedroom.

warnings: nsfw content, size differences, law being a tease,

✦•·················• 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃!! •·················•✦

Law always enjoyed how tiny you were compared to him, honestly he loved comparing the both of you. You were barely 5 feet tall while he was 6’3. Yes he wasn’t tall as other pirates or enemies in the pirate world but you were still very tiny and petite compared to him. And it made him feel very protective over you. Law loves how you have to look up to speak to him or to anyone.

Law loves when you wear his clothes, especially that black and yellow hoodie of his. And if you’re wearing nothing but his hoodie he’s definitely going to pounce you like some kind of animal.

Law loves holding his hand up against yours, comparing the size difference between them. “Look at how tiny you are, so tiny compared to me.”

Your hands are so tiny compared to his, this dirty boy especially loves when you have to wrap both hands around his dick to stroke him off. It’s a huge ego boost for him.

I can him resting an arm on your head. While he teases you. “Aww how’s my little princess doing?”

And also!! Whenever you’re mad at him, Law will grab your personal items and put them on high places. “Aw do you need help grabbing that princess? All you have to do is ask nicely.”

And also with you being tiny, he feels more protective around you. And honestly it’s kinda overwhelming, because he’s literally breathing down your neck. “I have to protect you…at all cost.”

Law loves how he can hold you close against his body, it could be either in just cuddles or during sex. He loves how easily he can wrap his arms around your body. How close to can against you, and how easily he can carry you.

Oh boy…sex with Law is very interesting. Before getting intimate with him, he was all talk. He was talking about how good he is, how skilled his fingers and tongue are. But when it came to the day you two first had sex he was a shy boy. Probably a virgin…nevermind IS A VIRGIN.

But of course you two have gotten closer so which means sex has gotten a lot more intense between the two of you. And Law loves exploring your body, with his hands and tongue.

And with your small body he can hold you against the wall and fuck you like a wild animal in heat. “So good, so tight..”

He loves whenever you ride his dick, the way your prefect chest bounces against the movements. And how big he looks compared against your pussy. And it especially makes him hard when he can see the outline of dick against your stomach.

Since you are tiny you can fit into cramped spaces right? So his favorite thing to do is get you on your knees and into the small space of his desk where his legs go. And you better get to sucking his pretty cock up.

He loves carrying you as he’s balls deep in you. “Mm light as a feather.”

Whenever you’re sucking him off, he can’t help but bite his lip. How your lips wrap around him. God everything about is prefect.

And Law loves returning the favor. Wrap your legs around his head and let him eat away. He can spend hours between your legs and eat your pussy all day.

So!! Since you are short the crew does tend to tease you slightly. And sometimes it doesn’t bother Law but sometimes they do tend to push your boundaries and that’s what gets him. No one is allowed to mock you for being short.

One time Penguin and Shachi were being their usual selfs and they wanted to mess around with you and it lead them to grabbing your favorite book and holding it high so you wouldn’t be able to reach it. And of course Law saw this and of course he was pissed off. Let’s just say that those two were scrubbing the deck with toothbrushes.

Law does not tolerate anyone picking on you for your height. One time Kid called you a ‘Shrimp’ and Law saw red. That day Eustass Kid was threaten that he was gonna be dickless.

Law doesn’t like anyone teasing you, but he’s fair game. He’s allowed to tease you. Well in his eyes. Whenever you don’t wanna give him a kiss he’ll grab whatever you have and hold it up high. And of course you’re on your tippy toes trying to grab on whatever he has and once close enough, he grab your hands and pin them above your head and lean in for a kiss.

Law loves mocking you when you have to tippy toe to kiss him on the lips. And if he’s being a little shit just grab him by the goatee.

Law behind close doors with you is very lovable towards you. He treats you like a princess. And of course he’s not that rough with you because of course he’s afraid of hurting you in any form.

Once you guys are alone he’s a huge lovable guy. He loves to hold you against his body. He must protect you. No matter what.

Loves being the big spoon. Because you’re so tiny and ahh he just wants to hold you. And occasionally he loves being the small spoon. He loves seeing you hold him.

He loves calling you sweet names. Such as… Princess, Peanut, Small Fry and if he’s being a little head he’s call call you shorty.

He also loves to pat your head. And he also loves to bend down and kiss your forehead.

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me as Tumblr #32

Thirteen: DO WEREWOLVES HAVE TOE BEANS

Asmodeus: Of course they have toe beans, what else do you suck on

Thirteen: If there is a god, mine is surely a trickster, giving me the miracle of sight and of comprehension only for me to be cursed to use it on what you just said

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Leviathan: Jesus was a carpenter in his youþ and ðerefore his physique would not be ðat of a Twink þanks for coming to my Ted Talk

Asmodeus: I agree with you but you have to stop trying to bring back the thorn and eth

Lucifer: Look me in the eye and tell me that is the only problem you have with this post

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MC: Whenever I eat mushrooms I think about how one day mushrooms are gonna eat me…I make sure to chew really gently so they’ll return the favor to my corpse

Diavolo: Hey OP

MC: Me, through a mouth of gently-chewed mushrooms: yeah?

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Leviathan: Ra ra rasputin Russia’s smallest uwu bean

Solomon: This post snuck up behind me and stole my spine like sub-zero

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Solomon: I got the words jacuzzi and yakuza confused

Now I’m in hot water with the Japanese mafia

Satan: I don’t want to like it, but I did

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Mammon: When will TED himself…finally show up to the Talk?

Diavolo: The final boss

Lucifer: You guys know TEDtalks stands for technology, entertainment, and design talks right?

Mammon: I will not let TED hide behind these lies any longer

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Asmodeus: If I were dating you, well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn’t be called ‘horses’ anymore.

Mephistopheles: Hey what the fuck does this mean

Mephistopheles: I’m shaking what does this mean

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Simeon: Is the person running the blog, thebootydiaries ok

Asmodeus: Sometimes I get the overwhelming desire to eat two thirds of a brick

Solomon: What do you do with the other third

Asmodeus: Feed it to my pet brother

Belphegor: I’m crying in class

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Diavolo:

Hail Satan

Rain Satan

Snow Satan

Barbatos: Tomorrow there’s a 90% chance of percipisatan

Lucifer: It’ll be foggy in the morning, lots of condensatan

Satan: STOP

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Satan: I hope the person who created the first pun died a horrible, horrible death

Mammon: It would’ve had to be a pretty killer pun though

Satan: NO

Barbatos: You could say you want him to be…punished?

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Asmodeus: Bigfoot, but fully shaved

Mammon: Mr Clean

Luke: Posts like this are why I have anxiety

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Mephistopheles: Dark emails

To whom it WILL concern

Raphael: NOW THAT THIS EMAIL HAS FOUND YOU

Barbatos: I hope this email finds you before I do

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Lucifer: No more discourse everybody shut the fuck up and eat some bread

Simeon: Jesus at the last supper

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Mephistopheles: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS

Lucifer: And here we have a capitalist

Mephistopheles: Did you just

Solomon: Let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history and human language and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible

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Solomon: I can’t remember how to write 1, 1000, 51, 6 and 500 is Roman numerals

I M LIVID

Satan: Everyone go home, puns are done

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Luke: Still don’t know how to spell spagetti without autocorrect

Raphael: Where’s the h

Luke: An H???

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[redtsundere-writes]

Jinx | Sukuna Ryomen

mmafighter!sukuna ryomen x coach!reader

Part 2. The New Coach.

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Sypnosis: Sukuna Ryomen is a fighter with anger issues. Beating his ass once won't stop his shitty attitude. The training session is on. Contents: Jinx AU. Fighting. Cursed words. Sukuna is always angry. Itadori and Sukuna are brothers. Reader and Sukuna have top energy. Word Count: 2972 words. Author's Note: So I posted this in AO3 like two days ago, and I forgot to post it here lmao. Sowwy uwu

When Sukuna said he wanted to start immediately, he wasn’t joking. He ordered me to follow him to start right away. We returned to a gym full of confused fighters, witnessing the strongest fighter dragging his new coach by the arm. Nanami scolded him, telling him that he should be more careful around me, but Sukuna didn’t give a shit about it. He was really a tough one.

“You are not doing the sit-ups correctly. Don't bend your back,” I ordered as I watched Sukuna's posture like a vulture. His breath was shaking with each sit up, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was focusing on doing the exercise correctly. At the end of the day, he is a boxer, it is understandable that he doesn’t like leg workouts. He was visibly upset, but if he doesn’t want to be defeated by a floor fighter, he should start training and thinking like one. 

The secret to becoming a great floor fighter is flexibility. Using your legs in your favor will always lead you to the good path. Being a floor fighter requires being intuitive, and sometimes, creative. Most fighters are often used to only using their upper body to defend themselves and use their legs just to move fast, Sukuna is one of those. I needed to change his mindset. 

The sight of one of the fighters caught my attention. He must be one of the younger fighters in the gym. He was a thin, black haired boy with curious blue eyes. I didn't pay him any mind because maybe he was just a fan of Sukuna, and he was watching him and not me. 

I ordered Sukuna to do stretching exercises. Trying to reach for your toes sitting down is something that sounds easy in theory, but it's pretty hard in practice. I saw him struggling to even reach them with the tip of his fingers. Sukuna groaned under his breath, trying to do the exercise right. His black tribal tattoos stretched, following the flow of his tender skin. 

“I know you can do it,” I cheered behind him, pushing his sweaty back with my palms to make him reach further. 

I felt around his back with my curious fingers to learn his anatomy. His shoulders were wide, his shoulder blades; sharp, and his back was super tensed. It was like I was feeling a giant brick wall. My hand traveled to his shoulders, being careful enough to not tickle him. I squeezed the curvature to inspect them. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled at me, abandoning his posture to look at me. I slapped the back of his head. 

“Look forward!” I yelled back. He squeezed his teeth to avoid saying something else, focusing again on the stretching exercise. “Can you just relax? You are tenser than a suspect of murder.” I said, pushing his shoulders downwards. 

“Sukuna is always tense, it’s in his nature.” A woman behind me said. A brunette with deep eyes and clear skin, aside from her tired violet eye bags. “My name is Shoko Ieri, I’m his physiotherapist,” she introduced herself. I introduced myself as well. She looked like a very serious and observant person. Even though she didn’t have a friendly face, I could see that she took her job very seriously. 

“Sukuna has a therapy session now,” she said. Sukuna sighed and stood up. Without seeing me or saying goodbye, he went to one of the healing rooms. I ground my teeth upon the lack of consideration, I had to remember myself who I was working with. Apparently today’s training was done. 

“It looks like you will accept the job.” Nanami approached me while I was putting away my stuff in my bag. His face was more relaxed than in the morning.

“I've wanted the job since I entered,” I answered, unwrapping the bandages off my hands. 

“Really? You didn’t look like it,” he said. 

He was right. There was an explanation for it. Last night I researched everything I could about Sukuna. If his manager told me that he goes all out to get rid of his coaches, I need to go all out as well. I had to make sure Sukuna could see that he needed me so he could maintain his champion title. 

“The key of a good coach is to make the trainee see the clear power difference. As a light heavyweight champion, Sukuna struggles to see that difference,” I explained with a wise voice. I knew what I was talking about from experiences. I was a woman in the middle of a male dominated world.

“You were planning to fight against him from the beginning?” He asked curiously. I just nodded. This was my only way to make him see and know what will be the result of his next fight if luck isn’t by his side. 

Nanami led me to his office, so I could sign my job contract under the conditions we previously talked on the phone. I had fixed schedules, which allowed me to continue teaching jiu-jitsu lessons on the weekends. The pay was excellent and made me feel like I was in the UFC again. I was happy everything went according to plan, I just needed to continue having Sukuna under my wing. 

Also, Nanami let me know that Sukuna had an upcoming fight in two months, so I had to be really strict with him so he could be ready. When I heard the name of his opponent, I knew I had to take things to the next level quickly. 

“It’s so nice having some time away from that brat,” Gojo said as he stretched his arms while sitting on the office couch. “I was praying for this day to come.” 

“What day?” I asked. 

“The day somebody kicked his ass. His ego meter has gone through the roof. I didn’t know if I could handle him anymore,” he explained, visibly irritated. 

“You don’t seem to be too fond of him,” I commented. 

“Don’t get me wrong. Sukuna is great, an amazing fighter, but he is just too stubborn,” he said. I thought the same way. His technique, adaptability, and strength were obvious. Yeah, he was an asshole, but a very impressive asshole. 

“How long have you been training him for?” I asked him, curious about how he got the job. Did he have to do something like I did?

“Sukuna and I went way back, I was his first coach. I met him when he was 12 years old.”  I knew Sukuna was 26 so that meant he had been coaching that little shit for over 14 years. 

Gojo must be a saint by this point. I bet Sukuna was one of those brats with too much energy and time on his hands. I could picture him bullying his classmates and running around the dojo while Gojo tried to give the lesson. 

“He was always like this?” 

“Nah, he was worse. His little brothers were the ones who got the nice genetics from his father.” Gojo pointed to the window to another pink-haired boy, he was with the black haired boy that caught my attention earlier. They were running on a treadmill while chatting. He had a bright smile and a friendly vibe. “A great kid. He works really hard, but Sukuna is on another level.” 

Exiting the small sports office, I made my way to the elevator to go home, but the boy with black hair and Sukuna’s little brother caught my attention again. Now, they were discreetly looking at me, whispering things to each other. I needed to know what they were whispering about. 

“Can I help you?” I asked them as I got closer to them. They looked at me with a spark of surprise in their eyes, as if I caught them in the act. 

“Hey, my name is Yuuji and my friend, Megumi, wanted to ask you something,” the friendly pinky said while pushing his friend to step forward. Yuuji seemed to be someone genuine and friendly. On the other side, Megumi was reserved and poker-faced. 

“Hi Megumi, what can I do for you?” I asked like he was a new student in my gym. 

“I saw the fight today, you are very talented,” Megumi complimented me. I didn’t know if he was being genuine or not because his voice was monotone. “I was wondering if you could give me some fighting advice,” he asked. I checked the time since I wanted to go home, but it was pretty early. I was still in the mood for some training, plus these two can be a lot of help because they knew more about Sukuna than I did. 

“I’ll do it if you buy me a sandwich later on,” I asked with a smile. They looked at each other in excitement before accepting. 

Training Megumi felt completely different to training Sukuna. Sukuna was a fierce beast with a destroyer punch, while Megumi was a strategist with a quick wit. His posture was great, his punches were connecting well, and his moves were well thought. He was punching my gauntlets with precision, following my pattern of moves. It was evident he spent a lot of time training.

“You are doing it great,” I said while attacking him with the gauntlet so he could match my speed. “But this is mixed martial arts, not fake wrestling.” 

My left gauntlet was supposed to move horizontally, signaling that he needed to dodge. Instead, I slapped him across the face and he dropped to the floor. Yuuji covered his face so as not to see his friend flop against the thin mattress under our feet. Megumi grunted, struggling to get up from the surprise attack. 

“You are talented, kid. You just need to act more by instinct and not mind, do you get it?” I asked. Megumi nodded, getting back on his feet with grace. “Let’s go. One more time,” I prepared myself with the gauntlets.  

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Sukuna asked me angrily, standing outside the area we were practicing in. Apparently, his therapy was over.  

“We are in the middle of something, don’t you see?” I asked, not paying him any mind. This wasn’t enough for him. He stomped closer to me and grabbed my wrists, trying to take my gauntlets away. I squirmed around to release from his tight grip. His hands were bigger than mine, so it was hard to get away. “What the fuck are you doing?!” I asked. I pushed him away from me with my elbow to keep distance.

“Who gave you the right to coach someone else?! You are my coach and only mine!” He yelled, catching the attention of the surrounding fighters. I scoffed as I took the gauntlets off, I wasn’t in the mood to train anymore. Megumi tried to defend me, but I stopped him. 

“My contract stipulates that I can’t coach other active UFC members and fighters. Coaching Megumi doesn’t interfere with my contract,” I explained, keeping my cool. 

“This is my fault, brother. It’s just a one time thing,” Yuuji said to Sukuna, trying to calm him down, but he was still throwing daggers at me. 

“I don’t give a shit what your contract says. If I say you quit training this little shit, you stop!” He screamed once again. 

“Megumi is a rookie and falls two weight classes under yours. He is not a threat,” I defended him. 

“But he is the son of my next opponent, you stupid bitch,” he groaned. 

This caught me by surprise. I looked at Megumi looking for answers, but I just needed to take a good look at him. The resemblance was so obvious, how I didn’t see it before? He was a compact version of Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna’s next opponent. 

I have watched Toji’s fight live and on TV, and he was a real menace in the heavyweight weight class. He fights so naturally, fighting for him is as normalized in his body as walking. He always looked so calm and bored while fighting that it was scary. 

“I only admitted him in the gym because he is Yuuji’s friend, so stop playing around and focus, or you’ll lose your job on your first day,” Sukuna threatened me. 

“Fine,”  I scoffed. Sukuna passed aside, pushing my shoulder to get back to his training. Yuuji followed him to keep trying to change his mind. I wanted to punch him so badly for the insult, but he knocked me out successfully. I humiliated him, and he humiliated me. We were even.

“I am so sorry, I should have told you before,” Megumi apologized. 

“Don’t worry, I should have noticed before. You looked like your father,” Megumi’s face softened when he saw that I wasn’t mad at him. 

“Everyone says that, do you know him?” He asked, taking his boxing gloves off. 

“Not personally, I used to train in the gym he started training in,” I explained. “He is an excellent fighter, why don’t you train with him?” Megumi shook his head at the idea. 

“He told me that if I wanted to ‘be better than him’, I should train away to get experience,” he explained. I could get behind that logic. 

“Well, I hope my advice today will help you to achieve that goal faster.” Megumi thanked me and continued with his training alone. 

A month passed by, and every training session with the champion was a challenge. Sukuna is not the type of person who likes to receive orders whatsoever, so I had to adjust my sentences every time I had to ask him to do something. For example, I have to say “Let’s do some pushups” instead of “Give me 50 pushups.” Sukuna is just a big brat waiting for a reason to throw a tantrum. I sometimes needed to remind myself why I was doing this in the first place. 

“A good kick is not just about strength, it's about precision and speed. It’s about focusing on a target.” I told Sukuna, who was focused on my words. “Show me your best kick.” I asked him while patting the punching bag. 

I stepped aside so he could have the room to himself. He breathed deeply and did a standard kick so powerful that it made the punching bag swing. It was quite impressive, and he was quite proud of himself. I applauded him for his execution. 

“Did you like that?” He asked me with a smirk. 

“Yeah, I do like it, but it was too slow. Anyone could dodge that with an arm block. You are better than that,” I said as I made him step aside from the zone. “I want a quick swipe.” I said before kicking the bag as fast as I could with perfect form. The bag barely moved, but it sounded way louder than Sukuna’s. 

I heard someone clapping behind me and I thought it was Sukuna, but I was totally wrong. It was a tall man with long, raven black and deep, piercing eyes. I could tell from his clothing that he wasn’t a fighter or a coach. He was wearing a maroon turtleneck with black pants and nice boots with a cross body bag. 

“That was a great kick,” he complimented me. 

There was an aura of mystery around him, a sense of depth that beckoned to be explored. He was like a riddle wrapped in an enigma, his heart guarded by walls built from his complex past. Yet, there was an undeniable warmth there, a flame that could ignite with the right touch. He was so hot. That aura was ruined by Sukuna of course. 

“What the fuck do you want, Choso? Can you see I am in the middle of training?” Sukuna scoffed at him. Choso’s aura completely changed from this cool, mysterious guy to a poker-faced boy who doesn’t want to deal with the king of the ring. 

“Where’s Yuuji? He asked me to bring him his lunch,” he explained as he pulled out a well wrapped lunchbox. 

“I don’t know. Maybe he is training, grabbing some water or fucking Megumi in the locker room, I don’t know.” Choso rolled his eyes and then looked at me. 

“You must be his new coach. Yuuji told me about you,” Choso greeted me with a respectful bow, which I reciprocated. 

“Oh, I see. Are you his friend?” I asked. Choso was about to answer, but then Yuuji came running up to him. 

“Hey, bro! Thanks for bringing my lunch, I was starving.” He excitedly said with a bright smile as usual. Choso smiled back at him and then checked his watch. 

“I should go back to work. It was nice finally meeting you,” Choso said goodbye and gave me a warm smile. After that, he quickly left the gym. Yuuji followed him on the way out. I followed them with my eyes until they got to the elevator. 

“I hate when people just distract me from training,” Sukuna scoffed as he practiced the kick that I showed him. 

“He was cute, who is he?” I asked him curiously. Sukuna smirked at me. 

“You are joking, right?” He asked. 

“Why would I be joking?” 

“I am not man winging my brother with my coach, hell nah!” I gasped as soon as he said that. 

“What? Your brother?” I asked in disbelief. 

“He is the middle one. Yuuji and him are pretty close,” he said before replicating my kick almost perfectly. Sukuna was a complete asshole, but he is an incredible fast learner. 

“You are not close to them too?” I asked him as I watched him prepare himself for another kick. 

“They are just another distraction,” he stated before kicking the bag perfectly. He is so insufferable sometimes. 

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It may be improper of me to speculate on someone’s intellect, but all the hatred directed at Severus by snaters/mstans is bizarre to me. In a world consumed by violence, it’s illogical to look at this character’s situation so superficially and spout nonsense like, “Being poor, bullied, or other hardships aren’t excuses to join ‘racists’ or ‘the equivalent of Nazis.’” This completely ignores tangible examples of what such environments can do to a person. How many stories are there about literal children bringing weapons to school as an attempt to retaliate against their bullies? How many news articles talk about children joining gangs or adults who, for various reasons, ended up involved in criminal organizations? This kind of thing isn’t hard to find—it’s all around us.

Many people who join criminal groups are vulnerable individuals, often from low-income backgrounds, with no adequate support system. These people are easily manipulated by the smallest crumbs of respect, affection, or acceptance. Vulnerable individuals will cling to anything that offers them a shred of security, no matter how questionable or malicious it may seem to others.

Is Severus responsible for his own choices? Of course, and he knows that himself. But expecting a child who never had proper support, never had the chance to grow and heal, and clung to the one stable thread in his life to turn away from it in favor of people who treated him worse than garbage—who tormented him simply for existing and ignored or silenced his suffering—is so detached from reality that it’s absurd.

You can hate Severus—I’m not arguing or imposing otherwise. Everyone has their preferences, and that’s fine. But it’s arrogant to expect someone who has only ever known violence and neglect to live up to some idealistic and egocentric notion of what is “good” or “evil.”

Is he perfect? No. Is he likable? No. But none of his flaws justify dismissing the suffering and trauma that shaped him. I guess an unrealistically “clean” victim, free of emotional scars, would suit this fandom better. But who am I to say anything, right?

This turned out a bit longer than I intended—sorry.

Honestly, I have nothing more to add because I completely agree, and this is something I’ve repeated a thousand times to the point that I’m starting to feel like a broken record: the idea that Severus had a "difficult" past isn’t meant to make people feel sorry for him, forgive him, or see him as some poor uwu. When we talk about the importance of his past, it’s because understanding his decisions requires us to comprehend his context and the way it significantly influenced those decisions.

People need to take a moment to think, step outside their bubble of privilege, and really reflect on what options a poor boy with no social resources or familial support could have had in an environment where he was marginalised by the "good guys" and where only the "bad guys" gave him a social space and some recognition, despite his blood status and social standing. Consider how that space and recognition were the only escape routes he had from poverty and violence and how that played a fundamental role in his decision-making.

Severus didn’t have the luxury of choice. He couldn’t refuse to align himself with his housemates because outside that house, he was faced with a group of bullies making his life miserable. And he couldn’t return to where he came from because that was a place of sheer poverty and more violence. He had no alternatives. Whatever he chose, it was going to turn out badly for him. So, he made the decision that seemed the least problematic at the time.

And that decision doesn’t need to be "less problematic" from an ethical perspective—it’s about stepping into his shoes, not viewing things from the comfortable position of a morally superior spectator at home who can judge without pausing to think and consider the situation as more than just black and white.

[emissaradia]

closed starter for @studentalthea location: haven note: uwu

Time and time again, she felt herself looking to Althea for advice. It never came out the way she expected it to, but she knew to look for the deeper meaning behind her sister’s words. Every insult could be turned into something else entirely. The two of them were bad at saying they loved each other. Althea more than Aradia it felt like. Her sister was her life though. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for the other witch. It seemed that, in that thought process, she had forgotten a very vital part of that. Keeping herself alive to do anything and everything for Althea. She took a breath as she laid upon her sister’s bed, legs dangling over the edge as her boots scraped against the floor with every swing. It wasn’t until she heard the door open that she spoke.

“I never thanked you for following me here to Haven when I was exiled. I’m sure you would say that you didn’t follow me though so I’ll just say thank you for coming with me when you didn’t have to. You could’ve stayed there and joined in on the berating and the judgment, but you stayed at my side.” She lifted herself up to a sitting position. “I don’t know if I’ll live long enough to return the favor, Althea.”

[risingsouls]

[Just had a brain blast: Super would have done more favors to Vegeta's character arc in Super if they made his returning gusto for training linked to wanting to kill Frieza after his return rather than basing it solely on him once more becoming obsessed with surpassing Goku again. Sure, it's not AS BAD as it was in Z, but the fact that they bring it back takes away his growth from the end of the Buu saga. How he admitted that Goku was better than him and was moving toward making peace with that. You know...the shit they should have focused on instead of UWU FAMIWY MANNNNN!!!

I get they couldn't do this at the beginning, but I would rather see Vegeta obsessing over wanting to kill the guy who enslaved his people and him as a kid through a good portion of his adulthood, destroyed his home and people, constantly humiliated him, and in short deserves to die by his hands. Yeah, argue with me that it's better for his character that he doesn't, that him being perfectly fine (basically) with Frieza's return outside of a few comments shows how much he's grown, all you want, but I don't buy it. When it comes to Frieza, he never got any kind of closure. He never got any kind of comeuppance. Even if he locked it away for a good while since he believed Frieza would stay dead, it would be much more interesting to see that trauma come back to the forefront and become his purpose for wanting to improve himself since the Goku Rivalry doesn't really make that much sense anymore (and arguably never did in calling in a rivalry lmao).

This could also extend to Beerus as well since, as canon wants to write it, Beerus told Frieza to do it (that's not canon here because that's stupid but u no...for canon purposes this would have been better).]

[exalted-dawn-drabbles]

lmaooo unhinged thought but

"glad to see you haven't become food for the vultures" for the "Talenna and Thalia escape the Circle together" idea?

hehehehehehehehehe you can have a little bit of depressed Thalia and pissed off Talenna uwu ass a treat

for @dadrunkwriting

Rated T: For semi-graphic depictions of the cleaning of dead animals, ~750 words

Carrion | By Exalted_Dawn

“Glad to see you haven’t become food for the vultures.” Thalia started, her head snapping up from where she had buried it between her knees, cradled in the mud-stained, tattered skirts of her robes. Her face was sticky with dirt and tears, causing the strands of her currant-stained hair to cling to her cheeks and shroud her eyes. Through the shredded curtain of tangles, she could see the deep plum color of the Ansburg robes, torn at the knee by the clean cut of a dagger. 

Her lip wobbled and pulled tight, before she dropped her gaze again. 

“I see your plan to be found by the Templars has failed.” 

Maker, why did she have to come back? It had been three days since she left– she should have been miles away by now. Thalia wasn’t sure whether she should feel relieved or mortified. Though, she was probably too hungry, too tired, to feel much of either. 

She just wanted all of this to come to an end. 

“Why are you here?” she whimpered, the weight of her situation coming back to bare. 

Rather than an answer, something thudded to the ground at her feet. A dead rabbit.

“I figured you might be hungry.” 

She was. 

“No- why are you here?” she repeated again. Why would she come back? She should have been long gone. Returned to her clan or whoever was waiting for her. She had made it plenty clear that she had no intention of staying around, and Thalia, she… she wasn’t sure what she wanted. She still wasn’t sure. 

But then, she supposed most of her life had been decided for her. Stands to reason that she would not even be able to pick a direction to walk in.

Another wave of emotion surged against her chest, pressing so hard against her ribs that she felt like they might break. Her body ached with it, the need to simply break down and cry. But what good would that do her?

There was a scuffing of earth beside her. “What do you mean? We need to eat, do we not?” The sound of snapping branches shifted to snapping fire. The hollow thunk of wood being piled on wood. A campfire. 

Her body was bumped as the woman sat down beside her, grabbing at the rabbit and setting to work cleaning it. Well, if nothing else, now she had a good excuse to keep her face hidden. She wasn’t sure watching a rabbit get skinned would be good for her appetite. 

But that begged the question– 

“You came back just to feed me? Why didn’t you just keep the rabbit to yourself and keep traveling?” she mumbled. “I believe you said something about me ‘having an obligation to live for myself’...” The sharp snap of that memory echoed in the back of her head. A snarl. A slap. Disappointed, disapproving eyes paired only by a harsh, scarred scowl.

Now though, even the scoff she made sounded empty. As if she could not even be bothered with derision. “We both know there’s no Void-born way you would be able to survive out here on your own. I was the one that pushed you to leave that tower. It would leave a bad taste in my mouth if you were to die out here now.” 

Great. So she was just a burden then.And a pointless one at that. 

“You would have a better chance of making it back to your family if you just left me…” she grumbled. 

“Aye, probably, but I don’t want to deal with the guilt, and over a shem no less. I’ll make sure you live long enough to make it out of these woods and to some city or something. After that, if you want to give up and turn yourself over to the Templars, then that’s your choice. But until then, we’re stuck together. So do me a favor, shem-” 

Two more ‘thunks’ against the ground in front of her. One dull and the other metallic. 

Thalia lifted her head– it was another rabbit. And a knife.

She, Talenna, was looking at her again. Her eyes were sharp. Expectant. Impossibly, irrationally expectant.  

“Make yourself useful,” she said flatly, and turned her attention back to her own half-cleaned rabbit. “You might not care, but I have no intention of becoming carrion for the birds. And for that-” 

There was a disgustingly wet tear. Talenna took a leg and stabbed it onto a stick. Ew. 

“-we need to eat.” 

[calamari-minecraft-corner]

Idk if you've already talked about it(only been here a few months and all) but in the dnd au what actually are Cala and Spooky's origins/life before the whole dream situation, cause I've seen their past referenced but ever time it is I'm just kinda not sure what exactly is going on

Also the Fundy being sent to hunt Cala down to kill her happens after the Dream prison break right? Or is it before, and if so what the fuck did she do to piss of Quackify?

Sorry if I'm asking a dumb question or if you've already answered, I'm just curious about them :)

Oh I haven’t talked about it fully so I’m glad to talk about it!

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Cala and Spooky both lived through the war- Cala was thankfully more unscathed because her family did their best to avoid it, but they lived in the rural side of Withering Hope for the majority of her life. When Cala got older she decided to be a bard instead of something more mechanical like her father (he’s a dwarf uwu) so she became a storyteller bard! And the reason why she is also a paladin is that she wanted to work under Eret for training as for inspiration for her stories, so Eret gave her that small title as well as making her take the Oath of Redemption! Before the events of the au she travels on foot to Las Nevadas to make mofe stories and get more inspiration, where she goes to the capital of the kingdom herself and stays there for a while until her help and friendships with Fundy, Foolish and Purpled as well as her successes catch Sam’s eye and he befriends her and basically tries to persuade her into working as one of the guards in the prison- and honestly that leads to Cala breaking dream out bc the second she saw the state that man was in she knew something was wrong

Spooky wasn’t really lucky with being safe from the war. Her city in the L’Manberg Kingdom got hit hard with it and it led to a lot of economical loss, and the town was very cruel to her due to her being a tiefling. So right around the end of the war, the city caught aflame since the abuse got taken too far and her patron (which is my dsmp god oc based off of Sapnap c; ) basically helped her and killed everyone! Everyone didn’t know she caused it though and it was one of the many things that fueled their reason for Dream being taken down.

Eret found her on the outskirts of the burnt city and basically took her in right after the war- and Cala and Spooky became friends and eventually partners and now married after Eret introduced them together when they were teenagers.

And yes- Fundy hunts Cala down after the prison break! The reason why Q chose Fundy was that Cala trusted him completely and Q knew he could track Cala down the easiest since they spent a lot of time together! And Fundy didn’t want to, but he knew he had to because hey she basically broke him out-

That and he’s guilty bc Cala told him she saw someone injured in the prison and in a bad state and Fundy tried to brush her off/dissuade her to doing something stupid and she was very upset so she told Bad to talk some sense into her

Bad didn’t and instead helped her get in with the return of wanting a favor from her in the future!

Fundy doesn’t know if Quackity knew he caused that mess- but he’s kinda scared to find out so he agrees and he sees Cala and Dream on their way to Cala’s home and he has such a clear shot on her with his crossbow.

But he can’t do it- he genuinely can’t.

And when Cala sees him she gets happy and basically drags him along while Dream knows damn well something is up but says nothing idk

[angrelysimpping]

Mushy mushy Dannim before I go sleepy =3=

M!OC x friend’s M!OC uwu

Warnings: mentioned past imprisonment and possession

Aksel and Joaquim belong to 💜@inkyquince💜

Words: 652

Soft laughter sounds from the television, the rerun of Golden Girls that Joaquim liked to fall asleep to filling the nighttime silence. Danny watches him through heavy, half-lidded eyes, head resting against Joaquim’s chest as the other man slowly strokes his back. It's the sound of the redhead's heartbeat that lulls Danny to sleep more often than not these days, something he can't stop marveling over. 

How did this happen? How did he get so lucky? Sure, their situation wasn't the best, constantly under threat of being discovered by Aksel and his cult, but Danny didn't mind. Not really. Not as he watches lights flashing across Joa's handsome face, a small smile tugging at his lips as one of the ladies on screen cracks a joke that Danny misses, too enthralled by his partner. 

“What’s your favorite color?” Danny blurts out without thinking. 

Joaquim jumps and Danny can hear his heartbeat pick up. “Thought you’d already drifted off?”

“That’s not a color.”

Joaquim chuckles, the hand on his back traveling up and tangling in the ends of his hair. “What brought this on?”

“I dunno, it’s just…” Danny trails off, trying to find the right words. “It’s like a first date kinda question, y'know? And we never really got a proper first date.” Joaquim frowns, maybe from the realization that Danny was right, they hadn’t ever had a proper first date, or maybe from the reminder of how they had met, in Aksel’s basement. Either way, Danny is quick to smooth it away, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Joaquim’s jaw. “So, what’s your favorite color, Kimi?”

The last of the frown gives way at the pet name, and Joaquim huffs a small laugh as he’s treated to another kiss. “Brown," he sighs. "My favorite color is brown."

“Huh," Danny ducks his head, pressing his lips to collarbone. "Don’t think I ever met anyone whose favorite color is brown. Any reason?”

"... Brown does so much for us and she's unappreciated. Doe eyes and leather and coffee and chocolate and healthy dirt... And... Well, one day Aksel said to me that a pretty brown-eyed boy was going to share my cell... So... "

Danny grins, teeth brushing against skin as he speaks, "We're going to sleep Kimi, but keep this up and I will suck you off." 

"Yeah, pretty boy?"

Danny doesn't have to look up to know Joa is smiling, he can hear it in his voice, feel it in the vibrations of his chest as he settles back down to cuddle. "Absolutely. Threat and a promise. Don't test me. I'll do it. And then you'll have to fuck me again because we both know you won't let me get you off without returning the favor." Reaching up, Danny gently boops Joa's nose. "Mushy boy."

Joaquim gasps, mock offended. "Well, I never."

Danny chuckles, resting his head back over Joaquim’s heart. The two lapse into a comfortable silence, the only sound the soft chatter from the television. Danny's right back where he started, eyelids drooping as he watches patterns of light flash across Joaquim's face. 

"Y'know," Danny mumbles, voice heavy with sleep. "I'm glad I got possessed. Would have never met you otherwise."

"Dankovsky."

The pet name alone is enough to make heat well up inside Danny, but that wasn’t all. Joaquim’s voice had taken on a husky tone. A tone that makes Danny shudder. 

Joaquim's strong arms wrap around him, keeping Danny safe as he rolls over. Now, instead of resting against Joaquim’s chest, Danny finds himself pinned against the mattress; the shorter man slotted between his legs and a familiar hardness pressing against his thigh. 

Danny gives a sleepy smile, tangling a hand into soft red hair and pulling his partner down for a kiss. 

"Can I?" Joaquim breathes against his mouth.

Danny laughs, licking Joaquim’s lips and reveling in the way he's inadvertently riled up his lover. "Always."

[scribblestatic]

Mostly summary style cause I'm writing stuff for my AO3 and doing all of these is a lot, so thanks for bearing with me uwu

Some Lucy to follow up the last bit. This, too, is before The Traitors section I'll be writing.

----

Lucy got some good ideas from her discussion with Chemach. After all, she learned that the ancient relic maker had foreseen her own madness, thus it wasn't a surprise to her brothers. As to why such a thing could be foreseen was likely related to their statuses as children of one of the First Gods. And Chemach's insight, especially into the nature of her crown, was...

Enlightening.

After she returned from her successful crusade, she couldn't help but wonder what she could do. She'd already reached further with her implementation of sin and was thinking of new ways to gather more of it. But now, she also had another goal.

That was why she consulted the Red Crown once again in the quiet of her study within the temple. But, it wasn't just her and the Red Crown.

The Green Crown, once in place on the pedestal she made for it, was now absent and instead in her hands.

You see, Lucy was quite curious.

When the First Gods ruled the lands, they bestowed the crowns to others that they favored, giving them power and longer lives. However, the First Gods themselves...she couldn't find records of whether or not they wore crowns.

Even so, with time, the crowns turned from gifts bestowed by gods to evidence of godhood itself, and each crown had its own attributes, something it represented. They would gain energy and power related to that attribute, and with thorough exploration, they could strengthen themselves and grow even more powerful.

Right now, she was the undead vessel of the God of Death. Her power was reliant on whatever The One Who Waits allowed...to an extent. The crown was loyal to whomever it was gifted to, so the Red Crown, while connected still to The One Who Waits, was loyal to her. So, she asked it.

"Would you feel betrayed if I wore another crown alongside yourself?"

The Red Crown simply stared back with its single eye.

"Why would I feel betrayed? Crown Bearer, I am loyal to you, and in return, you gain power as a god, feeding me. As long as you feed me, you bear me, and I give you what you need."

"Then, would you allow me to wear another crown?"

"Allowance is not mine to bestow."

Considering such an answer, she came to a conclusion. It was not whether the Red Crown would allow her, but whether she could withstand the power and energy of such a thing. That...she wasn't completely sure of...

But, fortune favored the bold, and what was the worst that could happen? She could die, right? She'd already done that.

As the Red Crown curled near her neck, she stared at the Green Crown in her hands, its gaze stagnant and inactive. Then, she breathed in deeply, and the Red Crown reformed on her head as she raised the Green one to join it.

"...I feel like this will hurt."

Even so, she began pressing the Red and Green crowns together.

---

In Limbo, Narinder's eyes snapped open from his quiet meditation.

Aym and Baal looked up at him, curious yet respectful.

The God of Death stared forward at nothing, trying to parse what he was seeing and feeling.

For, in his soul, he was registering the death of his vessel.

And yet, without him acting on it or pulling the Lamb into his realm, he felt her fight right back, maintaining her consciousness.

But when he tried to see what was causing it, all he saw were flashes.

A wooden floor, cracking under hooved feet.

The light of the moon shining through stained glass.

A desk bathed in red light.

A mixture of black and red blood splattering onto the ground.

Hooved fingers scrabbling against the floor.

An arm shaking, laying in a growing pool of ichor.

Flashes of bright white light and an all-consuming darkness.

A great trembling.

The light of a soul barely clinging to existence...

Snuffing out.

...

Then coming back on by the power of its will alone, without his input.

Death.

Rebirth.

Death.

Rebirth.

Cycling chaotically in painful flashes.

Until the light of a soul stayed firm, burning with resistence.

With resilience.

Narinder's head throbbed painfully, enough that he grasped his head, a snarl curling from his lips.

Something was not right. Something had happened--something severe. But he couldn't tell exactly what it was.

"Lambbb..." he growled.

His vessel, the one he somehow couldn't bring himself to trust. The one who was efficient in laying Leshy and Heket low in an act no other vessel ever got close to completing. The one he found suspicious in all her dealings and quiet reverence...

She'd done something.

And yet, he couldn't seem to find out what it was. For, when he pushed to see through the crown now, he only saw an office, a desk, and two hooved hands looking down at a bible compiled of old teachings made anew in the name of the God of Death.

But surely that wasn't... That couldn't be right. How could she have cycled through life and death so quickly and just be reading? What were the little things he'd seen happen?

Narinder didn't understand. And that's what disquieted him the most.

---

Lucille gasped on the ground, ichor seeping back between her lips and into her mouth.

Her world was in pain. Her body was in pain.

She laid still in a pool of her own blood, once burning hot through her veins, now spilled out and seeping into her wool. Every cell in her body throbbed in agony to the beat of her heart.

And yet.

Once she struggled to sit up, kneeled in tar black spillage on the ground, she stared down at the pool, some blood still dripping like tears down her face.

A red eye and its light stared back. Then, a green eye opened on the crown, pushing against the other. The two quickly adjusted, making room for one another. Then, both crowns stared back at her from the mirror of the ichor.

The floor, cracked and creaking, had started to grow poppies.

"Hah."

Her throat burned, raw, but she let out a laugh regardless.

---

After that, the followers would note a few small things.

For one, the Lamb smiled more. She spoke more as well. Although she was kind before, she'd had a distance to her that disquieted those unused to her nature. But now, she'd become more amicable, smiling, joking, and even winking at others.

She seemed to enjoy rituals more, spending more time around the flock instead of the careful distance she kept from them despite collecting more followers each time she had the chance.

She seemed to take some humor in popping up at random points, as though appearing out of thin air. One would barely hear her bell ring before turning and seeing her there, a mischievous smile on her face.

The Lamb also began to beautify the cult further. She went back to Darkwood just to gather more camellias and wood to build new statues and light fixtures, all dripping with greenery and plant life. Moreover, it seemed that the soil of their land became more fertile, with food growing quicker, larger, and healthier. Perhaps the crop rotations were working well!

All these changes seemed exceptionally pleasant, except for her new appearance habit, but that was easy to adjust to.

Only her most loyal followers also noticed how The Worm's crown was missing from its pedestal, replaced by a stone replica. They had been worried, concerned that someone was planning to betray their savior, until they saw a green eye peer at them from the back or side of her crown. Only they realized that, if she stood in one place for long enough, poppies would begin growing around her feet.

Her flock absorbed her words as she began discussing the importance of chaos and order in addition to preaching on life and death. The effects of her rituals seemed, somehow, stronger, lasting longer and cost fewer resources. Ceremonies spoke less of her future sacrifice and more of an incoming era of peace and prosperity.

Few understood the implications. Those who did cemented their belief.

All the while, the Lamb gave them all a pleased, loveable smile, as "beloved" steadily became a mainstay of her lexicon.

She seemed more settled. Calmer. Happier.

And there was nothing wrong with that at all.

[suizokukans]

❝ did you… make us breakfast? ❞ -gabs to laith uwu

"Well, considering you helped me have my full night, I felt as if I should return the favor."

It was true they definitely felt much better after the previous night's escapades, knowing it would be quite a while until they would have to properly 'eat' again. So, with the renewed energy they had woken up with the next morning; Laith had gone downstairs and made Gabriella some breakfast in bed, now carrying a tray of bacon, eggs, french toast and some fruits with tea towards the bed.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, they carefully then proceed to set the tray up in front of Gabriella, a smile never leaving their face the entire time.

"It's best to eat it whilst it's still warm, so dig in~"

[statiicstag]

Kuwako very gently bites his neck, suspiciously close to where the old scars lay, he is honoring the holiday after all uwu ❀

Getting rather bold now, is he ? Not that Alastor would ever expect less.

He allows the nibble–if it will spite him at all he even tips his head to the side to allow it. The scar may be hidden underneath layers of clothing but is, undoubtedly to both of their knowledge, there.

❝ Allow me to return the favor, at least ! ❞ He turns and those needle-sharp teeth latch onto the fox demon's neck with none of the gentle finesse that had been applied to his own.

[3katanas]

@kisumshi asked: ❝ I’m only managing to stand here on my two feet because of you. I made it because of you. ❞ from Dany uwu

He doubted it was just becuase of him. She'd had many at her side that had led her to this point. It was just that now.....now she had fewer than before. So many had died since returning to Westeros to reclaim her throne. Others had turned their back on her in favor of a Bastard son from the North or claims that she was losing her mind. Any mind and will would break when betrayal and death lurked around every corner.

Sliding his gaze to the side he watched her quietly for a moment before sighing and shifting. Treating her not as his Queen in that moment but as the dear friend that he'd come to treasure. As the young woman who had reached out and cupped the cheek of a bounty hunter tied to a post. Carefully pulling her into his arms and tucking her close to his chest he said softly into her hair. "You're allowed to cry Stormborn. You're allowed to break for a while and morn those that you've lost."

He wasn't sure if anyone had told her that. If anyone had ever told her that. From what he could tell everyone told her to be strong. Keep moving forward. Believe in her destiny and be the Queen that was promised. Fucking bullshit. She was still a person, still a mother, friend, and lover.

So here, in the solitude of the countryside where she'd taken them, he held her and offered what few others seemed to dare.

[xluciifer]

camellia is gonna give his nose a keees uwu @/gethellbcnt

Adorable, really. Seeing her attempt with her short stature compared to him to reach up and give his face a kiss was adorable. he couldn't help but lean lower a little, helping her in her little endeavor. Once his nose had received affections, a single finger reached out and in turn booped her own nose; a smile laid present.

❝ It's not often my nose gets kissed, guess I just had to return the favor. ❞

[iiroiiros]

❛  you're always taking care of me so no it's my turn to return the favor.  ❜ - nat to zhongli uwu

love and care

True it was that Zhongli was often the one tending to his beloved, rather than it being the other way around. As a consultant to one of the most eminent businesses in Liyue Harbor, naturally, he was quite well off...he just had a bad habit of spending his hard-earned mora upon some of the most eccentric items known to man. But what he couldn't provide with money, he gave in excess to his beloved Natalee. It was he was beginning to strip off some of his day clothes to prepare for a bath that Natalee spoke up from behind him, but not before wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. He couldn't help the smile that spread upon his lips at her words, sighing softly as he turned around within the embrace, setting his coat on a nearby drawer.

"Alright, then, my dearest snowdrop. If you wish, you can help me prepare for bed tonight-I was about to start a bath, should you like to join me." He speaks around a bit of laughter, taking Natalee's hand to walk her with him to the bathroom.