#Tree falls in a forest and all that haha - it's a secret for as long as anyone else dictates! It's interesting :3

[soyoursoulisgreen]

5, 11, and 30 for the artist ask meme!

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

It's increased over time! Well, actually, it's been a bell curve, kind of. Maybe more like a roller coaster lol. Obviously before I was online I wasn't sharing any of the stuff I drew; I drew for about seven years before posting anything - casually, for my own entertainment - and then for a while I was posting almost everything in some form or another; if I didn't post the original doodle, it was because I cleaned it digitally! But I got pretty burnt out on that haha - it does still come and go in cycles lol. Nowadays I probably keep back about 30% of what I draw? Although it can be hard to quantify - if you upload to an audience of zero, is it actually online? Haha ♪ Or an audience of one! Just because it's shared using the internet as a middle man, does that count as "posting"? :0 I don't know! I think it's an interesting question tho!

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

Yes! It really depends on what I'm drawing; my go-tos are always Reddit story readings since I don't have to think too hard about picking one, they last a while, and they keep my auditory brain occupied while my hands and eyes are busy. For a couple days of Requestober, especially the Portal/Stanley Parable days but also the song prompt, I was listening to themed stuff - GLaDOS lines, Narrator lines, the aforementioned song haha. I hate having to stop to pick the next thing! It makes editing my footage harder and throws off my flow :P

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

A lot of my Law Abiding Citizen stuff probably - LAC is such a good series!! I wish more people would see it/were still into it. We're few, and I was late to party, but my love still burns! If I had to pick just one thing tho, I think it'd have to go to one of my Just Desserts comics - I cried while drawing it initially, and I still think Charm's transition from her smiling-crying face to her angry-crying face is so well done ♥

[future-ghoost]

The sharran in me wants 26 👀👀👀

But also: 1,2,11,17, 27

Oh hi! Surprised to see you here (I'm not, this was all part of my elaborate plan to get you inspired for Acts of Wickedness)

1. What would your Tav’s greetings be (at different levels of approval)?

Bad - "What do you want?"

Neutral - "You alright?"

Good - "What are you after?"

Romance - "What took you so long?"

2. Describe their tent setup! What’s on the outside? The inside?

Ooh that's a good one. I think it's the greatest crime that we don't get tents in the game.

It would be a good quality tent, well taken care of. Probably forest green so that it blends in with the trees when she's camping. I think she'd have a stool and tools for fletching her arrows and taking care of her bow on the outside. Since she likes bathing so much, she'd also have a good collection of soaps and creams. She'd have a comfy bed set up with furs from animals she's hunted. She's also have a little trinket spot for a moonstone for selune and anything she had of Ryn's.

11. What is your Tav��s go-to comfort food?

A thick, warm soup and fresh bread.

17. Do they have any enemies outside of the main plot? Any friends?

HAHA I know why you've asked this one. Kyra might have one friend. We'll have to wait and see.

26. Give us one of your Tav’s secrets!

I don't know if she has any! Kyra wears her heart on her sleeve and she really values honesty. I think she's willing to tell someone everything as long as she trusts them enough. (Secretly I think she wants Jahiera or Withers to adopt her, though. She just wants a parent)

27. What is the worst thing they’ve ever done/said to someone they love?

I think there are only three people she's ever really loved:

Ryn - it would have been something stupid when they were kids and she didn't really understand the gravity of their situation. Kyra relied on Ryn for everything in life and looked up to him, so I can't imagine she'd ever say/do anything truly hurtful.

Her first love - the barmaid who I can't remember the name of. (The one we know about from when she runs into Waukeen's Rest). - Kyra was much younger when she fell in love for the first time. She wasn't as aware of how her word affected others. I think she thought herself to be a burden and probably hurt (name of barmaid) because she took away her autonomy in a way? They broke up because Kyra was so scared that she'd be hurt because of the association with her, but (bar maid) never got a say in the matter.

Shadowheart - I think, she'd fall into the same patterns as the barmaid, in a way. Because of her past, she's so focused on protecting the people she cares about that sometimes she forgets they're perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. Shadowheart would probably get frustrated with this at times, but I don't think it would ever really hurt her. it would probably hurt Shadowheart more that Kyra feels like she needs to be all these things for people, rather than just be herself.

[windblooms]

mondstadt boys – how they kiss their s/o

mondstadt boys × gender-neutral!reader; 1k words. headcanons of how albedo, diluc, kaeya, and venti kiss their s/o. fluff/sfw.

- ̗̀ albedo  ̖́-

he'd only ever heard of physical affection from lisa – and, admittedly, only because was at the wrong place at the right time.

"oh, didn't you know?  when two people have affections for each other, they might kiss, and the sensation is . . . rather shocking."

romantic context or not, albedo wouldn't exactly consider being “shocked” a positive experience.  he's already been electrocuted one too many times from various trials involving the odd combination of lightning prisms and noctilucous jade, and isn't eager to intentionally replicate the sensation.  

however, since albedo’s involved himself with you, he makes an exception to this precedent on the daily: fleeting kisses on your cheeks when they’re rosy, on your lips when soft words are on the edge, and even around the shell of your ear.  his pecks are very innocent in nature; albedo isn’t an incredibly sentimental individual, rational to nearly a fault.  and even when he does choose to indulge in tender emotions, they’re in your name and exceedingly brief.

he’ll study the reactions you give, invested in the things that bring you joy – and he’s ultimately found his kisses to be one of them, so he persists.  

“well then, it looks like you’re satisfied for now.  hm, more?  if you’re like this now, i wonder what will happen if you go without me for even a day . . . ah, purely for pondering purposes.  no need to look so scandalized.”

- ̗̀ diluc  ̖́-

his respect isn’t easily earned, and his affections even less likely so – but you’ve won them all the same, and he intends to cherish you, so long as you’ll have him.

moments of genuinity are cursory with diluc: he’s too accustomed to dampening his vulnerability, and substitutes it instead with deadpan consideration.  oftentimes, his attempts at romantics are only charming because of his obvious inexperience – but he still tries, archons bless him.

very traditional with his courting: will only kiss you once it’s evident that you’ve relaxed around him, and with your permission.  initially, diluc is rather stiff, with only inklings of warmth behind his pecks.  but over time, he finds a rhythm with you; he deduces fair quickly that you’re not concerned about where he kisses you, and that you’re more pleased by the how.  

“you never cease to teach me new things . . . was that not to your liking?  we should try again, with something different.  huh, that sounded ’lewd’?  who do you take me for – ”

antics aside, the heat behind his kisses evolves: diluc learns how to let go of his rigid composure and melt into you, abdicating the guard that he’s so carefully built around himself.  fingers fluttering around your jaw, cradling your face in his calloused palms as his thumbs brush over your cheeks.  piece by piece giving up his turmoil and pushing aside the burden on his shoulders – just for you, just for now.

- ̗̀ kaeya  ̖́-

if kaeya is a winter storm, then you’re the water he paralyzes; inescapable, brazen, and even sometimes underhanded, his trek is as stunning as it is all-consuming.  no matter what you do, he always seems to know two steps beforehand, and if you hadn’t known better, you would’ve assumed that he could read minds.

but no, he can’t – he’s just unbelievably proficient at reading you, the homey porch to his midnight snow, and his precious, frost-nipped calla lily.  he can elicit a reaction from you with just a few words, and on occasion, with the help of a few gestures as well.

from the top of your head to the tips of your fingers, his lips are an instrument of war, and the claim to victory is the spark in your eyes.  whatever prompts a smile on your face, even if you giggle yourself off the couch at his foolery, he’d be more than willing to undertake.

“haha, you always put up a brave front.  relax now; let me take over.  you’ve worked hard, and my lily should enjoy themselves after a long day.”

whether it be in the favonius library, through the forests of windrise, or the ruins of starfell valley, kaeya will find any reason he can to pamper you with his kisses.  the occasion doesn’t matter, only the presentation and the joy you receive – he’s quite the tease, coy and knowing when he can tug on that string around your heart a little more, before willingly falling victim into your sincerities. 

- ̗̀ venti  ̖́-

whimsical and mercurial in agenda, barbatos is never one to stay in place for long.  it’s not that he’s innately restless, only that he has the calling to something other: to explore, trifle, and experience. 

“it’s been such a long time since i’ve had a lasting companion . . . gah, nevermind my own thoughts!  this is a time to celebrate, preferably at a nearby tavern, where there’ll be plenty of song and dance to go around . . . among other things.”

the pecks he gives you are few and far between – unlike his presented spirit, his vulnerability has been locked away long ago.  hundreds of years of witnessing, drifting, and existing, don’t exactly bode well with the soul.  he might poke fun at the flush in your cheeks, or rag good-naturedly on your unorthodox thoughts, but this is how he’s always carried himself, and the wind never reveals its secrets upfront. 

at the base of the great tree in windrise is where you first kissed.  just as an autumn gust nips at one’s skin, venti’s pecks are primarily experimental and secondarily chaste.  attachment isn’t something that comes easily to him, despite his ostentatious presentations, and the part of him that’s uncertain of the future conveys itself when his lips meet your skin.

but he will keep his perseverance for you.  lips at the shell of your ear when you lean on him, his midnight lullabies cherishing your presence, lulling you to bright days ahead, alongside him.

[scarlet-ancunin]

Request for ian Wright you say well don't mind if I do. Ian x reader where R takes ian to their hometown for a visit to meet their parents. R also takes ian to their favourite places like ice cream shop, the mall, and even their super secret hideout in the forest covered by trees and a waterfall. (typical romantic place right)

Sparrow anon

HEADCANON TIME- Hello sparrow anon I'm sorry for a very long wait but here you go enjoy my friend

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Ian Visiting Your HomeTown

Ian was thrilled when you asked them to visit your hometown.

they agreed and asked when you planned on going. You would explain to them that Thursday afternoon you will leave and come back by Monday morning in time for Ian to be at Work but Ian didn't tell you they asked magic to come in on Tuesday.

Ian visiting your hometown would be a treat they would admire everything and anything they deem cute like the necklace they spotted and purchased it.

they would snap pictures of everything and take selfies with you it would be silly, romantic, or even cute.

you would take them to your favorite Ice Cream shop and Ian looked at the flavors and smiled "ooh they have cherry icecream" Ian was about to buy it when you stopped them from purchasing anything and simply asked them to give you a large cup with a double scope of your favorite and Ians before paying and walking outside the shop and sat on the little tables outside it.

you both would share the ice cream and feed Ian some of your flavors while they do the same to you. you and Ian Laugh together while walking down another path and would sing softly while walking down the street with you.

you turned towards the forest "well we are taking a shortcut to my parents but I do want to show you my secret place that i use to go to when i felt anxious, or down or needed ideas for something i was doing."

Ian nods "i would love to see it Y/n" you take their hand and run towards it they followed you almost tripping but you pulled them close and kissed them softly. "my falling for me all over again" Ian laughed "it would seem so, yet it also looks like you taking them road by purpose," they said softly before glaring at you playfully.

they reached the secret hideout that was right beside a waterfall and Ian took a moment to take a picture of it along with some selfies with you kissing you softly and the other with you both sticking your tongue out.

then you both head through the bushes and vines entering your secret place, it pretty much had everything that spoke to you growing up in here and Ian loved it looking around at everything you had on the walls and books scattered on a wooden table that seemed to be handcrafted.

"you made this?" you smile sheepishly "yes love I did it's not great but it does get the job done haha"

Ian shakes their head gently "no no no, I really like it actually it suits you even" you laugh and grabbed your scrapbook to show Ian all the little things you did from the age you found this place until a few years ago."

after about an hour spent in there where Ian would help you create a new memory in the scrapbook before leaving to head toward your parent's home.

"I hope you're hungry because my parents both like to overdo it on the cooking" you laughed slightly embarrassed. "oh don't worry I don't mind I'm famished."

Just as you said the food smelled amazing and dinner was almost done, But they were very happy you brought a friend over but you didn't tell them that Ian was your lover yet.

you dropped the bombshell at the dinner table and they both sighed in relief. "that's good I thought you were going to be alone for the rest of your life you were always quiet." your father said laughing

you pout glaring "ah really don't embarrass me now father"

Your mother giggles softly "but you two are a very cute couple and Ian darling you look like that smarty pants"

"M-mom please" you cover your face and Ian smirks "I am Mrs. Y/l/n" she smiled proudly "good I know my baby is in good hands" "they are in very good hands" Ian replied back.

Your father spoke up laughing suddenly "more ways than one I'm sure" Ian almost spits their drink out and blushes lightly.

"come on d-dad please besides I'm not always the-" Ian spoke up quickly "Mrs. y/l/n do you n-need help washing these plates?"

your mother nods "yes sweetie thank you" Ian collected the plates and followed your mother out of the dining room and into the kitchen.

after everyone turned in for the night Ian was hugging you close "well that certainly went well love"

"it did and I'm happy it did because you're the most important person in the world to me"

Ian blushed and kissed your cheek "Well good because i should be the only person" Ian laughed along with you and you both ended up falling asleep in each other's arms.

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Taglist: @justaproudslytherpuff , @sherazyjade , @adryanscott , @sugakookieswithacupoftae16 , @happilydangerousworld , @harlekin6 , @supermegapauselouca

[fluffyk97]

Basic backstories, setup and just few little things about Werewolf Cole Au. A synopsis if you will?

There's no elemental powers, Overlord, Zane isn't a nindroid, etc. Just basically a regular world with small real myths such as Werewolves.

Werewolf wolf forms aren't humanoid, but really are just big 6ft tall wolves.

Kai and Nya do live in a house near the woods and their parents were never kidnapped so they were raised by them. However they both are in a line of work that has them not home most of the time.

Kai & Nya found Lloyd on the streets being bullied from other kids. Kai immediately couldn't stand it and stepped in. When asked where Lloyd lived so they could take him, Lloyd said he didn't have one.

After a long video call later, and a quick visit by Maya, Lloyd was able to be adopted into their family and enroll in school under the name Lloyd Smith.

Kai is 20, Nya is 18, Lloyd is 14, Cole is 21, Jay is 18, Zane is 23, Pixal is 22, Skylor is 21. Excluding Cole till later, they're just a big friend group.

Kai is trying to find a good College to get into while working at Skylor and her Mother's small Noodle Shop. There is no Chen because I said so.

Skylor and Kai used to date in Highschool, but found to be better friends instead and now are just close friends.

Jay & Nya are in highschool Senior Year, and are together.

Zane & Pixal was friends with them in highschool, but now are in College together. Also a couple, and they love to visit when they can and video chat.

Lloyd is in Middle School. He's managed to make few friends there but his best friends are his adopted siblings, their friends, and his adopted cat, Meowthra.

Cole was childhood friends with Jay back in another town until one day him, his father and mother had to suddenly move out without a word to anyone. So to Jay, his childhood friend just one day disappeared.

There are Werewolf Hunters after them.

Cole gets his wolf side from Lily.

Lily doesn't pass away when he was younger, but is sick. Lou moves them to the Town where the gang are, hearing about how it's nice and close to some woods, good clean air, and he did some digging and saw nothing about Hunters being in the town because the Forest and its wildlife are supposed to be protected.

Cole is trying to figure out what to do for his mother and always goes out to the woods at night to let himself be a wolf, especially because he doesn't have complete control of his transformation like Lily.

Unfortunately Hunters did follow them.

The Hunters one day went to eat at the Noodle Shop and talked about going hunting in the Woods. Kai overheard, and he knows the Woods are not to be hunted in. Kai tried leaving a voicemail to Skylor but his phone unfortunately died mid message. He wasn't sneaky enough about it and the Hunters did notice.

At the end of his shift, locking up the Noodle Shop, Kai is jumped by the Hunters so they don't have a goody goody try and ruin their hunt.

Kai managed to get away and did run off into the woods, hoping to lead them off his tail, not find their way to his house, while also hoping to manage to get home through the woods.

Kai of course loses the Hunters, but unfortunately his ankle did get sprained pretty bad and he stops to sit against a tree once he's sure he's safe.

That's when Cole finds him after smelling some of his blood.

Kai never heard of any reports of wolves in the woods, especially none that are 6ft tall. So understandably, Kai freezes up in fear while also knowing he wouldn't get anywhere if he tried.

Cole approaches, luckily just have hunted something himself so Kai's blood doesn't affect his hunter instincts too much.

Cole slowly approaches Kai before licking his wounds. He turns Kai around and grabs him by the back of his jacket, carrying him off to his little den he set up for when he's out in the woods.

Kai freaks out and is about to yell before he hears the distant sound of a Jeep driving through the woods which leads him to shut up in fear its the hunters.

This also has Cole rush to the den.

The den is set up with a large bedroll, campfire and few other necessities because Cole goes to it when he's a human as well. It surprises Kai, but he doesn't complain when the big wolf sets him down and carries over a first aid kit.

Even after patching himself up, Kai still can't get up, but it seems the Wolf in front of him basically saved him and maybe has an owner. Plus, out of fear of running into the hunters, he decides okay he'll stay for the night.

Cole does notice Kai starts shivering when trying to sleep, so he goes over to offer some warmth. Kai while uneasy with a big wolf next to him, accepts it, not wanting to risk going against it and it is nice.

This leads to both of them falling asleep and Cole completely forgetting he's going to change back in the morning.

So Kai wakes up being hugged by this large shirtless man. His screaming wakes Cole up, leading him to screaming as well as the scramble to get apart.

The den is surprisingly close to Kai's house, so as Nya is about to head out on her bike to find out why Kai didn't come home last night, she hears him screaming in the woods.

After the screaming stops, Kai and Cole stare at each other. Kai in complete bewilderment, glancing around for that wolf from last night unaware it was Cole. Cole meanwhile is frozen, slapping himself mentally for some reason helping this random stranger as a wolf and not thinking about him turning back in the morning.

Nya calls out for Kai though, drawing his attention away from Cole and allowing him a moment to slip away.

Kai after realizing he was left alone, decides to get up, limping out of the den to call out to Nya.

Kai is brought home and his wounds are more properly treated. A call to Skylor to look out for the guys that jumped Kai and to let her know what's up.

Kai tells the story about the Wolf. Lloyd gets excited wanting to find a big nice Wolf himself, but Nya quickly dismisses it to it most likely just being a dream passing out in the woods. Hoping to delude Lloyd from going and searching the woods for said Wolf, while also not believing it herself.

Kai is basically forced to stay home till they know the Hunters aren't going to go after him again, and to heal up his ankle.

Kai keeps thinking about that night while during his little house arrest, and even dreams of the man he woke up next to, turning into the 6ft Wolf that helped him.

One night when he's okay to walk again and Nya is at Jay's house with Lloyd to help him study, and for a little sleepover, Kai sneaks out back to the woods, finding the den again and hopes to come across the Wolf again.

Cole wanders in as a wolf and freezes noticing Kai waiting for him. He was no different from Kai, constantly thinking about the other in numerous ways since their encounter.

Cole unfortunately wasn't so prepared for another meeting and turns to run away, but finds himself freezing when Kai cries out "Wait!"

Kai slowly approaches Cole.

"You can understand me, can't you?" Cole looks Kai in the eyes and nods to Kai's slight surprise.

"Are you that guy I woke up next to?" Cole whines in response, in fear of Kai knowing.

"It's okay! I... well its little weird to think about, but... wow I was actually right? Haha, I don't know how to feel about this, but I won't go ratting you out don't worry!" Cole's ears perk up in surprise.

That's when the familiar sound of a Jeep reaches both their ears. Smelling the air, Cole whines, recognizing the smell of Hunters, moving to turn and run again, but Kai stops him again.

Kai offers and brings Cole back to his house to help hide him. Cole feels like he should reject, and not trust so easily, but he finds himself following Kai easily.

That's when Kai walks in with Cole, ducking through the back door and see Nya and Lloyd who just got home because the sleep over got cancelled.

After a lot of panic and explaining later, Nya agrees to help out Cole, wanting more explaining from him if Kai saying him turning into a human is true.

Lloyd is very excited to see such a big wolf and starts talking to Cole a lot. It surprises Cole, but he also finds it enjoyable to see a kid so excited to actually see him like this after growing up and being told by Lou he should never show his secret to anyone.

Lloyd does bring Meowthra to Cole, and while Kai and Nya were expecting the usual Cat vs Dog or this case, Wolf, Meowthra surprisingly really likes Cole and they get along fine.

Lloyd helps Kai give food to Cole once they hear the wolf's tummy growl.

The next morning, Cole wakes up in the living room as human and he does explain what he is. Pleading for the trio of siblings to not say anything, especially after he smelled Hunters and learned they're the ones who hurt Kai. They of course agree to the promise.

This starts the cycle of Cole coming over some nights as a Wolf and staying the night.

Cole is excited to talk to people again after being on the run and being hidden for so long and a nice distraction from worrying about his mother.

Kai finds himself wanting to spend more and more time with Cole until he realizes he's actually falling in love with a werewolf.

Overtime the rest of the friend group also accidentally learn about Cole but agree to keep the secret. Jay especially being really happy to see his childhood friend again and getting an explanation why he disappeared so long ago.

Kai find himself talking a lot about Cole to his siblings and Skylor. Cole does the same to Jay about Kai.

Of course they do confess at some point. Or basically forced to by everyone.

Cole keeps all this a secret from Lou because his father has grown to always have a constant worry of his son and wife being hurt because their Wolf sides. He talks to Lily about everyone though when he thinks she's asleep, but she does hear it all and is happy to hear her son is happy. She doesn't tell Lou until Cole is ready.

Cole is a clingly bf when him and Kai are together, being very touch starved from only having his mom & dad for so long. Kai loves attention, so it works out perfectly.

Cole as a wolf will sometimes just pick up Kai to bring him t lay down with and enjoy cuddles. When human, he loves to come up from behind for a hug.

Kai brought Cole to work one day and Cole fell in love with the food there ofc.

When Cole first ate cake around the others, he was a wolf and they did immediately get scared with mindset of chocolate bad for dogs. Morning came and Cole reassured he was fine and is still okay to eat anything he can as a human, as a wolf.

Cole does still struggle with gaining control of his transformation but that mainly affects to him turning into a wolf every night. Lily can turn into a wolf anytime she wants.

However sometimes Cole finds himself losing to his wolf instincts and needs to hunt or gets hostile.

First time Cole loses himself as a wolf he is hostile, but Kai slowly approaches him, treating it like he would for Lloyd when he has panic attacks, and brings Cole out of it. Mostly succeeding to get close because Cole smells his own scent on Kai.

They all do try and pitch in to find a way to help Lily, and stop the Hunters.

[pxppet]

Idk how this works but I saw you were doing ego ships/rare pairs, and I wanted to ask for Robbie/The Jims. I also dont know what the word thing is but “Flowers”?

No need for the nerves, you did it right! I apologize for taking so long with this one, I had almost no thoughts on how to characterize Robbie. I eventually settled on making him a half human Kodama spirit! He isn’t capable of speech or quick movement given he is half tree, so he speaks in simple BSL and expressions! Zombies provide nothing interesting to me personally. Hopefully this is still fun for you, anon.

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Robbie is sprouting.

None of the others are exactly sure why. The half-kodama had never done so before. Bright purple flowers bloom from his ribbed white-grey fingertips and dyed hair, leaves and buds of his skin blooming into violet swirls. In his slow, quiet voice Robbie lets Henrik know it hurts him. Henrik does anything he can to fix it, snipping off the buds before they bloom and sitting the kodama out in the sun as often as possible in hopes it will help. It doesn’t do much for the poor forest spirit.

Robbie sits out in the front garden of Henrik and JJ’s house, poking his own flowers, his slow-coming thoughts begging them to go away. They burn, tingle, shoot waves of mystery pain up his arms and down into his forehead. He groans, drawn out and pained.

One of Marvin’s windchimes suddenly sounds, and in moments there is a portal opening in the hidden shade of a tree. Marvin steps out, and Robbie smiles, preparing to stand up to greet them, but stops short as they are followed by strangers. Three of them. Robbie wilts towards the ground, turning his gaze to the grass beneath him.

“Hey rose!” Marvin calls. “Are the lads home today or did they leave you all on your own?” they say playfully. Robbie grins sheepishly, and signs a simple “pumpkin”, his sign name for Henrik, copied from JJ. “Good, good, well I brought Eddie for him! I came along to babysit- I um-“ Marvin is cut off by a warning glare from Dr. Iplier. “Well- Just look after, let’s say, some friends of his.” Marvin gestures to the two young men stepping through the swirling shadows of the portal.

Robbie peers around to look, blooming hair falling in his face. The men have a camera and a microphone respectively, and they’ve begun to film the portal with intense excitement.

“Look! Jim look! The shadows! The cat person is surely a demon, we just have to prove it!” the one in a light blue shirt is stage whispering in the least secretive way imaginable. Robbie blinks slowly, a bit taken aback.

“They’re high needs, and I had to come for this meeting since I’ve found some new sources about wormholes, so I couldn’t look out for them today. Marvin offered to help.” Edward clarifies. Robbie nods, humming nervously. He doesn’t do well with excitable humans, finding it hard to keep up. Though he supposes the Iplier egos aren’t exactly regular humans. Something had always seemed… off about them, in his opinion.

“They should be okay; just be sure they don’t get hurt and try to help them stay entertained so they don’t feel understimulated.” Robbie’s thoughts are cut off by Edward speaking, handing a bag full of stim tools and snacks to Marvin, then bustling towards the house. Robbie’s head turns lazily to follow- 

But then he is cut off by a burst of stinging pain, like falling into stinging nettles. He lets out a pained groan and doubles over, gripping his head as more blossoms bloom forth from his bark-like skin. He distantly feels Marvin worrying over him and calling his name, but he feels nearly blacked out from the intensity of the pain, his kodama soul clashing with his half-human body.

“What’s wrong with that guy, miss?” asks the man in the light blue shirt.

“Uh- No miss or mister, Jim, it’s just Marvin haha. A-and I’m not quite sure, I’ve been researching his species as much as I can, but I haven’t found anything about halflings yet and it’s very- “

“Hey you,” Jim taps Robbie’s hair with his microphone. Robbie, still shaking in his hands, lifts his head to look. “Why are you all shaky?”

“Oh, Jim, Robbie can’t really talk that well, like your brother.”

“Ohhh. Okay. Well Robbie, I like your flowers!”

Robbie musters a smile, signing ‘thank you’. Jim signs it back at him.

“This is my brother, Cameraman Jim. I’m Reporter Jim!”

Robbie nods cautiously, a bit confused. Are they both named Jim? They do look like twins, but honestly the Ipliers have even less differences between them than his friends do, so they may not be related at all. Robbie signs ‘camera’ and ‘news’ while pointing at each of them respectively.

“Are those our names? Did you give us names just then, right?”

Robbie smiles shyly, nodding. Jim and Jim both gasp and look back and forth between themselves, eyes wide and happy, Reporter Jim proud of himself for figuring it out.

“That’s so cool! I like it!” They are now repeating their new sign names to themselves, signing each other’s, signing them both at the same time. Marvin laughs breathily, arms crossed, standing back to watch the show. Robbie feels overwhelmed, but not in a purely negative way. The Jim twins are pleasant and very funny. His face relaxes, feeling better about being near them as he grows used to them.

“Hey Robbie, do you like other flowers too? Are you a flower? You don’t look like humans; your skin looks like the Darkness’s does and your eyes are black. You’re not a demon, right?” Jim eyes him up suspiciously. Robbie laughs softly, quiet and hardly there, but enough to show his amusement. Jim relaxes again and laughs as well. Cameraman Jim abruptly plops on the ground beside Robbie, leaning onto his shoulder. Robbie lets out a ‘Huhh?’, and moves to draw away, embarrassed to be touched by anyone other than his usual friends. Cameraman Jim looks up at him though, with friendly, well-intentioned eyes, and Robbie untenses and tries to relax.

Reporter Jim comes to his other side and sits in the grass, fiddling with his microphone. “You know, your flowers are so pretty. You’re like a tree. You smell like a tree!”

“Well, he is half a nature spirit!” Marvin confirms for him, sitting on the ground as well, grass growing taller and leaning towards them, happy to feel the tug of plant magic near its fibers. Jim hums loudly, tapping his chin.

“You’re my tree buddy now! Tree Jim!” he hugs Robbie suddenly, Camerman Jim hugging him from the other side. “We’re gonna be super good friends, I can feel it, because your flowers are pretty and I like trees!” Jim begins to ramble about his favourite flowers, though his knowledge is a bit simplified.

Robbie lets himself be hugged, eyes on the ground, a small smile on his lips. Perhaps if his new companions enjoy his flowers, the pain won’t be the worst thing in the world. Besides, the Jim twins are warm and welcoming, and Robbie is glad for any kindness the world can offer him.

[lisinfleur]

Rough

The request:

Author’s Notes | I was intending to make it a headcanon but well, my works decide by themselves what they want to be XD Universe | Vikings Pairing | Sigurd x Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by anon Words | 1550 ⁑ Warnings: Explicit content, SMUT. +18

How to ask Sigurd to defile his most precious treasure?

You knew you were his lovely princess, his little girl, his everything. Sigurd wouldn't touch you if it wasn't to caress your skin. He wouldn't speak to you if it wasn't to make you smile. 

How to ask him to fuck you senselessly as much as you wanted?

How to show him you knew the deep dark blue into his eyes?

You hadn't been the first woman Sigurd had, and you knew it pretty well. It was no secret between the two of you that you had already seen him with another before you were a couple, but you never told him who. Nor how.

You never told him how aroused the memories of his harsh movements between her legs were able to make you feel. You never told him how many times you touched yourself thinking about that scene.

Sigurd and his slave in the forest, under a big oak tree you hid behind to listen to his voice cursing words he never cursed for you. The moans of pure bliss were sounding on that girl's voice as his hard thrusts made his way into her, fucking the air out of her lungs. 

You never told Sigurd how long did you stay hidden in that place nor the fact that you could never forget his growls. 

Of course, the best of him was yours, and it was undeniable. But you wanted his worst. You wanted those curses, the sound of his voice hoarser, his breath against your mouth, panting. 

You wanted his hips moving against yours, repeating that sound you could never forget.

The mere thought of having that was enough to get you wet for hours. But whenever you were under Sigurd's body, it was for love and caresses. Whenever he would lay down with you, it was for tender words and gentle moves. 

You wanted more... 

You wanted him rough... 

And maybe that was your chance. 

He wasn't happy at all. Once again, Ivar was bothering his mind after a harsh argument at the Hall. He came home to pick up his stuff and went to the waterfall for a cold bath. 

One that you intended to seriously disturb.

The idea of being outdoors with him was delicious - You had tried it sometimes, against trees, on the beach. But when you entered that lake to meet his body under the cold water, your last intentions were to end up laying on the margin with sweet nothings spoken into your ears. 

No. You wanted him growling. You wanted Sigurd hissing, and cursing, and pushing into you like a wolf in the rut. 

So, when his breath relaxed, and he turned himself to look at you, you didn't let him speak. You didn't let calm and tranquility spread through his body. 

Your mouth caught his in a kiss he never had before, and you bit his lower lip, getting the first hiss from his mouth with the mixture of arousal and pain. 

"What is this, Y/N?" he asked, taken aback by your smile. 

"I know how to make you feel better," you said. 

Your eyes were shining in a way Sigurd never thought he would see them glowing. It wasn't love and poetry as it always was. But he liked it. Oh, something into him loved that sexy glow in your eyes. 

"What are you thinking, uh, princess?" he asked, embracing your waist. 

Hissing again when your nails marked his skin, sliding down his back and making his grip around your waist tighter. 

Rougher... 

Sigurd growled, and you saw it again: he was holding himself from spilling those words. He was keeping himself from saying what you wanted to hear. 

You pressed your nails harder, lifting your leg to caress his body, feeling his hardness against your thighs, and softly moaning against his jawline.

"Say it," you mumbled. 

"What?" he panted. 

Not noticing when one of your hands went down, squeezing his hardness, trying to take out his control. 

He grunted again... It was becoming harder to keep his silence.

You smiled. 

"Fuck!" you mumbled, cursing for him and looking into his eyes. "Say it, Sigurd. Tell me how fucking good is to have my silky hands on your cock. Ask to fuck me tight, and curse out loud how gods damn tight my pussy is for you. I want it... Gimme your anger, Snake-in-the-Eye. Tonight I want no poetry. Show me what you're made of and make me scream your name out loud tonight."

You would've regretted those words immediately if it wasn't that exactly glow you wanted to see into his eyes. You could swear Fafnir moved into them when his hands lifted you from the ground and supported your back against the stone behind the waterfall.

You sighed small moans when Sigurd's hands made your legs embrace his hips, supporting your body so they could run through your skin, marking it. 

"Is this what you want, princess?" he asked. 

His mouth was so close to yours that you could feel his lips vibrating as he spoke. That hoarse tone in his voice you had never heard for you before. 

"Yes," you almost meowed. 

Did Sigurd have any idea of how wet and hot he was making you now?

As he moved his hands under your legs, and you felt him lifting your knees, entering your body with a single strike of pure pleasure, you knew he had. He knew exactly how wet you were, how hot he could make you feel. 

Locked against his skin, you were unable to prevent him from thrusting into your channel, harsh and rough, just the way you wanted to feel. 

"I didn't hear you properly..." his voice panted against your mouth.

Your smile became bigger as his became mischievous.

"Sigurd..." You sighed. 

Your voice cut by another thrust. 

"Is this what you want, Y/N?" he asked again, barely giving you space to speak between his movements. 

"Yes!" you moaned louder. 

"Then clench me tighter," he demanded, kissing a line through your jawline until his lips mumbled into your ears, getting you flooding wet around him almost instantly. "I'll fuck you into oblivion now, sweet Y/N". 

You tried to keep yourself as tight as you could around him, but it was hard to keep the contraction when his pace was so intense. Sigurd released his chains, giving you everything you wanted with his hips snapping vigorously against yours, hitting all your sweet spots in his way into your walls. 

Your moans mixed with the sound of the waterfall, and the repeated noise of his thrusts, deeper and deeper until you came hard around him; your walls throbbing around his hardness he slowly took out of your body, avoiding losing control but enjoying the sensation of your pleasure before lowering your legs. 

You could barely stand when Sigurd let your feet touch the ground once again. Your legs were trembling so hard!

"Poor sweet Y/N," he said, so malicious, caressing your skin, turning you to face the stone with his body against your back. "I think you can hold on a little more for me, can't you, princess?" 

His hands slid through your body, helping you to find a good place to hold on to the stone for support as he slowly leaned your hips back. One of his arms went around your waist, making you feel safer he would hold you tight.

His other hand he used to caress your skin a little before sliding it through the middle of your legs, rubbing your folds, almost torturing you into moaning for him. 

"You see... I have been treating you well. But you give me the best notes I've ever heard, sweet Y/N," he spoke, calm as if you weren't shuddering under his caresses with his fingers pinching your clit so cruelly. "How many times can I make you cum if I fuck you like this until the end of this day?"

You trembled stronger. And his fingers got wet of your pleasure as you came in his hand. Sigurd laughed, sucking his fingers soundly for you to hear. 

"One is already done... Let us see how far can you go, my dear."

His body invaded yours and you cried out in bliss. His fingers grabbed your hair, pulling you back against his hips, steading a strong pace you'd always longed to feel with him. 

As your voice filled the woods around, Sigurd made you cum more times in that night than you had come for him through that whole time together. And even coming within you several times, he didn't stop or reduced the pace until you were undone under his body. 

The curses were delicious in his voice, and you would never forget how good was to be his female and having him rutting into you that delightful way. 

But when the heat came down with the sun, and the night started falling, you had his cloak around your body, keeping you warm as he carried you home in his arms. 

Satisfied, Sigurd slept beside you that night; his arm around you tight remembering you could be deliciously ravished by his desire but you would never stop being the most precious treasure of his life.

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[hetalia-has-a-secretary]

Omg Axis or Allies (your choice) react to their s/o crying when they find out their boyfriend is an immortal country because they love them so much but they can’t get over their dream of growing old and having grandkids with the person they love and they just don’t know if they can be with them anymore 🥺

Hey- hey stop stabbing my emotions (I say as I think about this daily ಥJಥ ) Bold of you to assume I can't turn this into fluff though, HAHA! Also, going to go with the Axis since it was first on the list! (And if I have to write this with Russia involved I'll cry. Y'all going to have to send a request to get me to do that!)

TW: Light mentions of sleeping around

Axis' S/O cries over being Mortal!

Germany:

His heart pretty much shattered.

Especially when he hears the reason his S/O is sobbing so hard.

They were right.

One day they will leave his side, and he sometimes forgets that. So he let his own tears fall.

He decided if this was truly their fate, he will let his S/O see him in his most vulnerable state.

He held them, not even bothering to console them. How could he? This was doomed to happen, and he has had it happen before, but those relationships didn't last long after that, but with his S/O? It felt so... Wrong.

It didn't feel right that he found the perfect fit, and to be yanked away... It devistated him.

He never loved someone this fully before? He didn't even realize till now how much he fought to keep them by his side.

As their life got shorter he did everything he could to love and cherish them. Refusing to let them pass anywhere but where they called home. Even if it wasn't with him.

In that moment they passed he felt numb, but that same feeling came back from years ago.

It still felt wrong.

Dreams plagued him, thousands of scenerios for years. Meeting them again, and reliving their life over, and over again.

At first it hurt, but then it was like they were still there... Maybe they were?

One day turned into years, even after learning of his S/O passing. The dreams never stopped, and neither did he. He tried shaking it off by going out to town, and wandered into a cafe. The chilling sensation he felt when he recognized the cafe, but didn't remember why. His body became panicked as the owner told him they just opened last week. Frantically he looked around, the scene unfolding before him, just like in his dreams. Then he slowly remembered the window seat. To his shock, sitting right there was the same person in his dreams. The one he called by his S/O's name. The one that, even in waking life, made his heart race and cheeks flare. He had to kiss them...

He walked over, and asked them if he could sit with them. Their face seemed to be in udder shock. Their mouth was left wordless and wide open. Their eyes wanting to run, but their body lurching forward, capturing his lips in a kiss. A kiss that felt like... Forever.

Pulling back they looked at each other, eyes the only familiar memory from a past life together. It turns out this stranger had dreams about him too.

Japan:

His knees buckled beneath him by his S/O's side. Trying to console them.

Regret filled him, thinking about how he should have known better to keep such a secret for such a long time. Least the worst being letting his S/O stay.

He didn't want to let them go. He wanted them to stay. Even when they first uttered "Hello" to each other, their absence made him feel, strange?

But he knows this story. If they chose to leave, they can leave. If they chose to stay, they will not suffer alone. And if they did nothing but fade in and out, he'd wait for them with open arms, and a warm bed.

But still. The sensation of isolation after they're long gone never left.

The dreams he would have of them made him harsh, and cold. He would never change.

This would be the first time he became insecure over his existence. Being a country was hard, and he had past lovers but this one. It was the final one. So he thought.

The dreams had one day just, stopped. It made his mood worse, and he had snapped at anyone who tried talking to him. Even he knew the only reason he stayed sane was seeing his S/O face behind closed eyes. So he ran to a hidden opening in a nearby forest. The same one he vowed his love for his S/O. He had hoped it would reignite the dreams, and maybe give him some peace. He was beating himself up for not thinking about it earlier.

But his heart shattered at the sight. Where the tree that protected that undying love was replaced with a small home. He had lost his S/O, and now it felt like he lost his S/O's remaining love as well.

He had turned away only to look back at the sound of his name being called. An almost electric shock going through his body. The person who called out to him had felt so familiar. It made him feel warm, and... Happy? But he chose to shove that feeling down, refusing to fall for humanities vices. Yet he still marched over to this stranger, but the closer he got the more hazy he felt. His world spun as he met eyes with them, and his mind filled the blanks, and he embraced them, tears falling. He was unsure if it was the summer heat, or the shock of his last resort being abolished. The only thing that lead to him knowing this was his Darling, was the choked up words he hadn't heard in a century, or three. "It's okay. You don't have to say it right now, I can wait forever for you..."

Italy:

He never felt so alone in his life.

He knew it was the end of the relationship, and he knew better than to stop them. Though he tried.

Eventually the bonds broke, and things got worse between them the longer his S/O bounced between loving him, and wanting to live a normal, human life.

Them leaving felt no different from their passing.

Many years went by, and it flew, but dragged at the same time. Woman after woman, and man after man he tried to rekindle that same passion he had with S/O. But to no avail.

It burned and tormented him. The only one who allowed him to take out his aggression was Germany. Yet even he couldn't give what had been taken...

Italy never remembered his dreams of his S/O. All he knew was the muscle memory of his happiness when they were around, and the tears that fell from the reminder and afterglow of those dreams.

Another person who caught his eye. How many has it been since his S/O passed? Enough that even France had been out to shame, apperantly. Italy just needed the pain to be numbed over, just one more time. It was his addiction, it was his only respite. He should have been wiser. And he wished he knew how Grandpa Rome managed his affairs, Because Feli certainly couldn't do the same.

His hand lingered over the stranger's shoulder, ready to tap, but their scent caught him off guard. His heart gave a painful flutter, and he had to turn and walk away. Hiding away in an alley, he let his eyes water over. The tears poured down like rain as the years of trying to fill a never ending void finally caught up to him. The shame and guilt coming in waves. He didn't want to replace them, he only wanted to be with them. The scent he escaped had found him, and he had looked up to see kind and gentle eyes of a stranger. Italy felt oddly at peace. Like all those years of sleeping around was forgiven due to this stranger.

They had followed him, but why? When he asked his body froze, heart racing. They saw him in almost every dream they had, even when they were little. Some of their friends and family thinking they'd gone insane, and it was passed off as a rare occurrence by professionals. Yet there he stood. A dream made reality. Italy couldn't comprehend what they meant, and knew this should have been a red flag, but between the scent and their glassy eyes, he felt compelled to hold them, and kiss them. So he did, and they didn't even pull away. Not until streams of tears fell, leaving them both with sorrowful smiles, and fond memories stitched back in place.

For those who are confused, I Headcannon that when a country finds their one and only true love (cliche I know) they never have to lose them. Either through reincarnation or some form of magic their S/O will find their way into the countries arms time and time again. Both having vivid dreams about each other. The countries getting glimpse of their S/O in their new form, and their S/O reliving past lives through theirs. Only when they cross paths again, and physically come in contact, the S/O will slowly piece back their life with the country. Though they say nothing lasts forever, it depends on how many lives they decide forever truly is.

[juno-of-the-sky]

mystical / koutarou bokuto

every night, you come to the forest to practice violin. tonight, bokuto happens to be there.

tags: violinist reader, gender-neutral reader

word count: 1,706k

a/n: hope you like this one! this was my first time writing bokuto that wasn’t extremely self indulgent (although it kind of was with the violin) so he might be a little out of character sorry!! i am actually a violinist myself so like,, if you ever wanna talk about violin my ask box is always open teehee

Bokuto had a habit of finding himself in forests in the early hours of the morning.

Mostly, he liked the atmosphere — he had told this to Akaashi once, but he couldn’t understand his response because he started rambling quietly about nature being one of his biggest inspirations, the importance of being somewhere with a good atmosphere, more art student-esque lingo.

Akaashi had actually pointed out this particular forest to him once — a dismissive, “Pretty trees,” and then the continuation of walking. Something about that forest had caught Bokuto’s attention, so, at a time he was definitely supposed to be asleep, he climbed out of his bedroom window armed with a flashlight and planned to find a nice tree.

He found something much, much more beautiful.

At first, the violin music coming from a few feet away startled him. He was considering running off like this was a horror movie, but something drew him to it — so he navigated through the brush until he finally came across you.

You were dressed in a black hoodie, the hood pulled over your face so you weren’t visible, but that didn’t matter to Bokuto — he knew that you had to be gorgeous. How else would you make this beautiful music flowing into the air from the violin you held against your jaw? You were turned toward a stream, playing a concerto from memory — you had been practicing it for so long that your fingers hit the proper fingerings just as easy as breathing or eating. He was utterly entranced and engaged in your performance, despite the fact you didn’t even notice he was there. It wasn’t until you stopped abruptly and he impulsively started clapping that you whipped around and screamed, your bow falling to your side.

“Oh — I’m sorry!” Bokuto said immediately, starting to feel guilty about scaring you. “I didn’t mean to shock you!” Oh my God.

You recognized his face, and somehow that was the most horrible feeling in the world. You’d seen this boy before, at school; you’d never been more thankful to be wearing a mask that probably made you unidentifiable.

“I—It’s fine,” You managed to say, still recovering from your stomach falling to your feet. “H—How long have you been here?” He tapped his foot against the grass as he looked up at the trees, pondering this. “Um… good question! Maybe three minutes?” “Oh.” So he hadn’t been watching your whole performance. That was good — if he’d watched the entire thing, you’d think you would just keel over and die right there on the grass. This was humiliating, having this cute boy you knew from school discover you practicing violin in the forest at 2 AM like some kind of horror movie antagonist. Even as you stood there, violin at your sides, you felt your face start to burn up.

“You’re so good at violin!” Bokuto gushed, not helping your rapidly rising temperature. “I felt like you were putting some sort of spell on me; it was incredible!” “Aw, you’re too sweet,” and it was true because you weren’t that good at violin. You’d only started a year ago, and despite your teacher telling you that you were a natural, you never believed her. “I just have a lot of motivation to do this,” You’d respond quietly most of the time to compliments. In truth, you didn’t like to take compliments. It made you feel vain — but he looked like the type to cry if you didn’t take his flattery, so you just smiled underneath the mask.

You glanced down at your wrist — it was getting late. Even though it was Friday, you still needed to sleep.

“I should go,” You murmured. “Um… thanks for sticking around.”

You elbowed past him. As you went, he called out, “I’m Bokuto!” “It’s good to meet you, Bokuto.” And you couldn’t see it, but he beamed. It’s a shame he was so caught up in his own wonder that he forgot to ask you your name.

The next night, Saturday, Bokuto waited for what seemed like forever until you finally came through the brush, your violin case in your right hand and phone on its flashlight in your left. Usually, you came to practice in the dark, but something tonight told you to bring a light.

His excitable face being the first thing you saw when you laid the bright light on the grove made you scream and stumble backward.

“I’m sorry!” He was above you in a second, holding out his hand to help you up. “I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“It’s fine,” You choked out, getting deja vu from this whole situation. “Um… did you come to...?” “I came to watch you again. I couldn’t get that out of my head all day!”

Your face heated up again and stayed that way as you tuned your instrument and played a quick chord. The sound, bright and pure, echoed throughout the grove. Perfect.

As you began to string away mindlessly, Bokuto asked, “How long have you been doing this?” “Violin for about a year,” You responded. “Practicing here… also about a year.” “It’s almost mystical here! You’re like some kind of forest spirit.”

You couldn’t help a smile — you enchanted him so much, and you didn’t know why, but it was endearing. You didn’t think of yourself as anyone extraordinary; he was probably halfway convinced you were some river deity.

You finished the song, your mind still somewhere else, and put your violin down as Bokuto clapped excitedly, a one-man audience. “That was amazing!” “Haha… thanks.” And for the first time, you didn’t feel so reluctant to take his compliments.

Bokuto kept coming; night after night, you’d go to the grove with your violin to find the gray-haired boy sitting on the ground waiting patiently. You’d make small talk while you tuned and then play something— sometimes it was new, sometimes it was something he’d already heard. But he never got tired of hearing that bow drag across the strings.

On the third night of the third month of doing this, as you tuned your violin strings, Bokuto asked a different question. Usually, he just asked you about the activities of the day, or you let him talk about something that happened at volleyball or something Akaashi did— but tonight, he seemed more interested.

“Hey, what’s your name?” Bokuto asked suddenly. You paused— you had never told him your name, had you?

After a bit of silence, you reluctantly responded, “(Y/N).” “I like your name! It suits you.” Bokuto’s compliment made your cheeks heat up— with delight or embarrassment, you didn’t know. All you knew was that you liked Bokuto. You liked his presence; you liked talking to him, no matter how childish he could be somehow; most of all, you liked when he watched you play the violin with his glittering eyes. You liked him a lot.

“Thanks,” You murmured. “I like your name, too.” “Thanks!”

The next night, Bokuto asked you what you looked like.

“I…” was your flushed, stuttery response. He wanted to know what you looked like? But wouldn’t he recognize you from school? Somehow, that was your worst nightmare. “Um, I look okay, I guess.”

“How long is your hair?” Tripping over your words, you managed to whisper your hair length and color to him. He nodded like it was a profound secret, saying, “Mhm!”

You were about to say something new when he said, “Can I see?” “What?!” “I wanna see your face,” He said with an innocent beam. “I’m sure you’re perfect!” “Oh, trust me, you don’t want to—” “But I do!” His voice was pouty now, and it made your heart thump against your chest so hard you almost worried he would be able to hear it. Should you do it?

“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about here,” You demanded, pointing a finger at him. “If you do, I’ll never come back.” Bokuto held out his pinky at you, a gesture you realized much too late that he was making a pinky promise. How long had it been since you’d made a pinky promise? Regardless, you hooked your pinky on his and squeezed. It was set in stone, at least if you still followed the rules of an elementary school.

Shyly, you hooked your left hand on the top of your mask and your right on your hood and pulled them down simultaneously.

Bokuto gasped— a gesture which you just took as a compliment, but then he flapped his hands and said, “I recognize you!” Your heart sank straight down to your shoes. “R—Really?” “I knew I knew someone named (Y/N)! I’ve seen you watching practice sometimes!” It was true that, over the past few weeks, you’d sneak to his volleyball practice once or twice a week and watch the practice going on with your homework binder open next to you. It was funny how Bokuto thought you were mesmerizing when he could just… play like that. You could never take your eyes off his hands— each day, you ended with homework hardly touched and heart swelling times a million. You liked watching him.

“I guess I kinda…” You admitted shyly, tugging on a strand of your hair that was exactly how you described it to him. “Came to watch you practice…”

“I’m honored,” Bokuto said with starry eyes, and you felt like he actually meant it. “Honored that such a lovely person would take the time to watch me!” “To you just the same,” You giggled. “Honestly, you don’t know how much I’ve looked forward to playing violin for you.”

He sat down on the grass, making you feel the need to follow. The next thing you knew, your hands were linked together. Your hand fit against his perfectly, almost like your palms were molded to fit flawlessly together. Nobody had ever held your hand like this… you weren’t about to complain.

“Maybe we can skip out on violin for tonight,” You whispered, a suggestion you never thought you would say. “This is… kind of nice.” Bokuto’s response was immediate— to pull you against his chest. It made your eyes widen, but… you liked it. 

He didn’t say anything, but you figured that he was perfectly content to follow your suggestion and hold you in this strangely mystical forest until the moon sank low under the trees and the dawn was there again.

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[urlocalbunny]

Hello ! I hope you passed the exams you took. I am happy to be able to reapply. My question about boys is this : let's say the boys and Eloise can go to an amusement park at night. Wich amusement would the boys prefer ? (Ferris Wheel, ghost train, roller coaster) Have a good day or a good evening !

This headcanon was ready and I tried to post it but tumblr was hungry and ate it. I'm really upset and sorry for the delay but i got upset and took some time from it~

Aaron:

He likes the Ferris wheel and the games where you get prizes🥺.

As in Aaron is not vocal about any toys they go in until the ride begins. He's not boring, boy has good conversation and he CAN flirt.

He laughs and yells normally like everyone else, of course, but he's fine with whatever and he only cares about kissing Eloise and eating churros until his cheeks are chubby. Until...

I want one ticket, please." He grabs the water gun and shoots the targets easily, handing Eloise a big wolf plushie, blinking his eye and smiling as in "it's a secret, but I'm giving this to you because I am an actual wolf. Nice, huh?"

Eloise is full of bags and Things She Said "I Want It" And She Got Them™, then he looks up.

"I like the ferris wheel." Eloise runs to buy tickets and tackles people to get them if it's over. No regrets. Her man wants ferris wheel.

As soon as his feet are off the ground, he dangles them and giggles. "That's so nice. Does your tummy feel cold?"

When they're watching the view from above, Aaron sighs longingly while he looks at the forest and the manor. Then he turns to her and his little eyes are shining uuuugh. "I'm so glad I met you, my beloved."

The day ends with a sweet, heartfelt kiss and a hug.

Raphael:

He likes the rollercoaster. The worse it is, the funnier it feels. Spinning around and feeling the wind whip your face while you can't see a thing is freaking crazy!!!!!

He squeezes Eloise's hand while they tighten the security bars and his head spins while the cart approaches the peak. And then.

"ELOISE, HOLY FU-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" and they fall into oblivion. He laughs his ass off while everyone screams in horror, and he throws his arms around as he feels himself being driven upside down and sideways until he has to gasp for air and his legs feel funny because that's just So. Much. Fun.

Eloise is yelling like crazy and praying for people he doesn't know in languages he doesn't know and he doubts that exist. She cursed a lot and for a moment he felt her hand squeeze his chest while trying to find support. He was red all over from so much laughter.

"RAPHAEL, ARE YOU OKAY?" he hears Ivan yell in the front, probably from the spot they waited on. He yelled back as much as he could before speaking.

"THIS PARTICULAR TOY IS INCREDIBLE AS FU-" "HELP ME YOU SILLY BATS"

He stepped down with a bounce on his step, Eloise by his side, grasping his arm for dear life. He heard the others approach them as he smiled.

"you said fuck."

"I would never say foul things. Eloise won't let me. ||("

Beliath:

He loves the scary rides with the cart. He sits on it and he pats his side so Eloise can climb uncertainly. She huffs. "You're gonna yell so quick. Gosh."

"BWAH" "UAAAAAAAAAAAAAH." "And that's on being such a liar."

The ride begins smoothly and so does Beliath, holding her hand and kissing her in the darkness, trying to play it cool and saying he will protect her of the ghosts and then the cardboard ghosts fall off the ceiling.

"I'M LEAVING. I'M LEAVING. DON'T TALK TO ME!" He holds Eloise close as she sighs, leaning into her seat.

"tell me how can a literal demon be scared of cardboard. I guess a moron will always be a moron." "Don't talk to me like that! That was scary and nothing prompted it. The next one won't be scary because I know."

After a good bit of screams and Eloise being squeezed like a pillow, they finally seemed to be ending their ride. However, one of the poor actresses let her plastic eyeball fall from her forehead and it went rolling near the carts. She went to get it, but Beliath noticed her.

Seeing a running monster with a hand over their third eye yelling "WAIT!" wasn't really good for his heart. He hopped out of the cart and left running and screaming a high-pitched sound.

The result was Eloise laughing her ass off in the cart while the others waited with confused faces. Ethan would never let this die. They're immortal.

Vladimir:

Baby likes the bumper cars so much! He'll spend his WHOLE TIME there if he can.

Every time he crashes he starts laughing heartily. Tries not to crash with all his might tho, just to annoy Eloise.

"Your car is supposed to crash!" "Too bad it does not, right?" "You'll see!"

He becomes a child, smiling like a little rascal as he races through the other cars and Eloise crashes behind him. His eyes glimmer when Eloise laughs behind him and mocks his long legs perched up on the toy.

He even has the odd urge to mock the boys waiting near the toy. Aaron curses back and laughs a booming laughter while Beliath covers his face with his hair trying not to laugh too loudly. Ethan looks grossed out and Ivan is already red and crying of laughter.

After a good chase, he turns his car the wrong way on purpose and smashes against Eloise's car, making her yell. They laugh together for a while but soon they make up a plan to smash everyone's cars >:).

They end up crashing against everyone at least once before the ride is over. The others look at him quizzically only to be met with the usual Vladimir. "What is it? Is something the matter?"

When they begin to walk home that night, Vladimir stayed behind with Eloise and held her hand, giggling as if they had a secret to hide. His pearly white teeth shone under the gaps on the tree branches. He winked at her, skipping home.

Ethan:

HEAR ME OUT I'VE HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR FOUR MONTHS I PROMISE. I'll paste this here.

The others go in another rides and he lifts his index finger to his lips and smirks, raising his other hand with the palm up. She looks back at the group in line for a roller coaster, but she holds his hand instead. She's his chalice anyway, they should try to get along more even if they were friends already.

Ethan runs through the crowd practically dragging Eloise, first to a churros tent and then to a less noisy place that was up a few flights of stairs. The guy stops skipping and walks slowly until they're in line for another toy that doesn't seem full of people yet.

"What is this? It's high, isn't it?" She asks with concern, eyeing him suspiciously. He shrugs, rolling his eyes and smiling as if she didn't know about real fun at all. "This, little pest, is a Flying Coaster."

"Why is it called like that?" "You'll see when we're on it." He says as he pays for the ride this time. They get up in it and he's practically buzzing. Eloise notices he hid the churros on his coat and when the security employee moves back to her place, the cart leans forward. She gulps. "Ethan, why are we looking at the floor?" "Chewrrows?" "You're chewing churros in out deathchairs?" "Nuish One, haha!"

The toy starts Actually Moving™. She then realizes they were a little higher up as her finger grazes the top of a tree three times her size. Then it's too late. "SON OF A- UAAAAAAH!"

Ethan laughs like he didn't in a long while and watches the moon from the highest point in the roller coaster while gulping down his churros as Eloise curses and kicks. At some point they look down and see Beliath's terrified eyes staring at them as Eloise curses at them too. "YOU FREAKING CLOOOOOOOOOowns!"

When they get down from the toy, he thinks Eloise will be mad and regrets his decision, but then she leans into his arm and starts laughing. Her hair ia disheveled and she grabbed his other churro (it was for her don't let him trick you) with the prettiest smile he had seen in a while.

"... Suddenly I feel weird. The roller coaster made me nauseous, let's get the fuck out of here." "I think it's your heart, Ethan-" "Shut up, you demon."

Ivan:

He likes easy rides, don't @ me. Eloise is in the amusement park with him, he won't go apeshit like he did before. He must be... CaReFuL wItH HeR. But with a little coaxing, he mumbles that he likes the Twister Rollercoaster and Eloise digs completely.

He jumps like a little kid twice and pays to enter, sitting close to her. Since it's kind of late, the front seat is just the two of them. He looks at her tenderly and holds her hand. "Will you be fine, babe?" "Yeah, don't worry about it."

The ride begins to move and Ivan kicks around a little and squeals. Eloise giggles, holding his hand as best as she can. He squeezes back, smiling like that made his whole year better.

As soon as the carts begin to go down the line, he yells in excitement and lifts his hands, looking at Eloise. She's just as excited, screaming in joy as the carts spin around. He wished he could take a picture of Eloise looking like a pineapple with her hair upside down.

"you look like a pineapple!" "Don't make me tell you how you look, please!" They laugh at some woman yelling a funny sentence and screech when the cart seems like it's going to derail in the dip. A camera flashes several times during the loop and he thanks the gods above for that.

When they make it back, Aaron is tapping his foot on the floor. "You both could've flies into space!" "You don't mean that. Look." He lifts the picture of Eloise with red luminous eyes and a ominous smile while Ivan straight up yells towards the camera, both upside down and with their hair messy.

The picture gets framed by Vladimir. Eloise isn't allowed to take it off by votes.

[the-real-doggymcdogface]

//Hi all! Cerberus has lent me his DevilPad for un-Cerberus-related activity. Don't worry. I gave him extra treats.

I participated in the Obey Me Secret Santa this year, and since my other OM accounts on social media are NSFW, I needed a safe place to post it.

This is for you, @boxwel! I hope I did your request justice.

Deep Freeze

Mammon/MC

Lucifer/MC

Angst, SFW

Ever-so-slightly PG-13? Maybe?

:read more:

Mammon watched you with a small smile, amused at how delighted you were by the snow. You looked so cute all bundled up in your coat and hat, grin as bright and sparkling as the sunlight glittering in the snow. He started to get up from where he was perched on a stump when he saw you fall flat on your face, breaking into laughter instead when you sat up and howled with laughter at your own clumsiness. This trip to the human world had been a fantastic suggestion. He hadn’t seen you look so carefree and exhilarated in quite some time.

Letting your good humor pull him in, he began walking toward you, intent on joining you in your snowball fight against his brothers. Before he got close enough for you to see, Lucifer appeared, seemingly from nowhere. Extending his hand to you, he smoothly pulled you up and into his arms, murmuring something with a small, soft smile. Mammon had thought your face was red from the cold but it was nothing compared to the blush that bloomed on your cheeks with a shy little grin at whatever Lucifer had whispered in your ear. Watching as you grasped his brother’s coat to stretch up and meet his kiss caused an ache in his chest that Mammon hadn’t felt in millennia. 

Turning away, he swiftly made his escape on silent feet. He felt nauseous at the sight he’d just witnessed. Seeing Lucifer in such a soft moment left him feeling dirty somehow, but that wasn’t what was making him breathless. He should have known you’d choose his brother. Perfect, smooth-talking Lucifer, always ready with his low voice and poetic words, carefully curated to get exactly the reaction he wanted. Of course you’d choose him over the hyperactive, immature Avatar of Greed. Mammon knew he was exactly the opposite in every way. There was nothing suave about him; he tripped over his words, overwhelmed by his feelings for you and pushing you away instead.

He knelt in the snow desperately gasping for air. Somehow this managed to feel like losing Lilith again, in a completely new way. He had grieved his sister, knowing he would never see her again. But you… you were right there. He’d have to see you every day, watch the soft smiles and lovesick looks directed at his brother when it should have been him. The very thought of it left an unbearably heavy weight in his chest. He sniffed, trying to hold back the tears burning his eyes. His jeans were uncomfortably cold and wet from kneeling in the snow, but he couldn’t seem to care. 

The roar in his head seemed to calm just in time for him to hear the soft shuffle of feet in the snow. Desperate to hide his heartbreak, he quickly wiped some snow on his face. Hopefully, that would explain the evidence of his tears. His heart dropped just that much more when he heard your voice behind him.

“Mammoney?”

Please don’t call me that. Don’t use endearments when you’ll never be mine, he thought.

“What are you doing here all alone, Mammon?”  Of course Lucifer would be with you. He just couldn’t catch a break, could he?

“Thinkin’.”

“That’s a new endeavor for you. How is it working out? Have you hurt yourself yet?”

Mammon plastered a smile on his face and turned around just in time to see you gently smack Lucifer’s chest with the back of your hand.

“Be nice, Lucifer. Mammon isn’t stupid, no matter what you say.”

His heart swelled at your defense of him, but he simply couldn’t agree. Clearly, he was the biggest idiot of them all to fall in love with you, let alone hope you could love him back. Still, he forced out a cocky laugh. “That’s right, human. They don’t call me the GREAT Mammon for nothing, ya know!”

“Mammon, literally no one calls you that,” muttered Lucifer.

“Shows what you know,” he quipped back. His brother merely rolled his eyes at him. “So, what are you two doing here? Looking for a bit of ‘alone time’?” He made sure to throw in a leer to make his meaning clear. If they thought he was joking, maybe they wouldn’t see his shattered heart. The flush on both of your faces told him he’d hit the nail on the head, and he suddenly wanted to be sick.

“I missed you Mammoney. I was just trying to find you,” came your quiet voice. 

“Ah, well, you found me! I’m just fine, as you can see. So I’ll just leave you two alone.” He noticed your hand reach for him as he turned on his heel and darted away as casually as he could, but he simply pretended he’d hadn’t seen. You’d just straight up lied to his face. Your musical voice followed him, calling him back to you. He felt like an ass, but he couldn’t face you just then. Maybe not for 100 years. Maybe never. All he knew was that he needed to get away. He turned in the direction of his brothers just in time to see Lucifer pulling you the opposite way, behind a small copse of trees. He was lost in his misery as he walked, causing him to be completely surprised when a snowball exploded on his face.

“Haha yes!!!” Levi whooped triumphantly. “Once more my tactical genius has led me to a most satisfying victory! All hail King Leviathan!”

“Why do ya always talk so funny when you’re playin’ games, huh?” Mammon sputtered through the snow.

“I do it because it is the only proper way to celebrate defeating my foe!”

“I’ll show you foe,” growled Mammon, bending down to scoop up some snow and preparing to return fire. He lined up his shot, wound up his arm, and got beaned on the back of the head with a snowball just as he let go, missing Levi completely. 

“Direct hit! Wonderful shot, Satan!” crowed Asmo. He was sat on a large stone, refusing to get involved with the fight and risk ruining his expensive coat, so he claimed. When Mammon turned to his assailant, Satan was bowing to his audience of one.

“Thank you, Asmo. But it isn’t hard to miss a head that big.”

Asmo’s gleeful shout of laughter was cut short by Mammon’s snowball. “I’m a pretty good shot when I’m not bein’ sabotaged ya know! And ya aren’t even movin’!”

His younger brother’s beautiful face was marred with fury, but Mammon had accomplished his goal and made Asmo get involved in the game. For a short, blissful time, his heartache was a dull throb as he and his brothers chased each other around, pelting one another with snowball after snowball. Their shouts of laughter and mock anger filled the little area of the forest they’d trekked to and for a moment Mammon felt like life was normal. Until you and Lucifer rejoined the group with messy hair and disheveled clothing.

“Oh ho! Having fun in the snow, I see! How positively naughty of you!” teased Asmo.

“That’s disgusting,” muttered Belphie. “No one wants to think of Lucifer that way.”

“Oh I do it often,” purred the Avatar of Lust.

“If you could please cease this inane conversation, we should probably head back to the cabin.” Lucifer sighed.

The group set out for their warm shelter while Mammon silently seethed at the sight of you and Lucifer walking with your arms casually slung around each other. Your sweet laughter floated back to him, making his heart clench. He had a feeling this pain was going to get worse before it got better, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to hide it. You would try to comfort him if you found out, which would be the very last thing he would want when you were out of reach. Lucifer would reach as yet unheard-of levels of smugness that Mammon was sure would mean the two of them coming to blows. As the cabin came into view, you fell back to walk with him.

“What’s wrong, Mammoney? You’re awfully quiet, and that concerns me.”

“It shouldn’t, it’s a nice change of pace and we don’t want to ruin it!” snapped Belphie.

Mammon felt his face burning before he curtly replied, “It’s fine. I’m just tired.”

“Poor thing. Maybe you should take a nap before dinner? You can use my room, it’s the quietest.”

He couldn’t help the small smile that graced his features. You were always so sweet, so selfless. Too good for him, to be sure. “Thanks, maybe I will.” 

 You reached down and gave his hand a squeeze before heading back to Lucifer’s side. As the 8 of you entered the cabin, there was a flurry of boots and coats being tossed around, and the stern voice of Lucifer reminding everyone to take care of their wet outerwear instead of simply throwing it in the corner. It proved to be the perfect distraction and allowed Mammon to sneak away unnoticed. Well, mostly unnoticed. You followed him to your room, concern still etched on your face.

“I promise I’m fine. I just need a little bit of rest, that’s all.” He said.

“If you’re sure…”

“Positive.”

“Okay, well I guess I’ll leave you to it. Have a good nap.”

“Thanks. Goodbye.”

A startled, slightly frightened expression crossed your face. “Goodbye? What does that mean?”

“Slip of the tongue. I meant to say good night.”

“Uh huh…”

He knew you didn’t believe him but he climbed into your bed and ignored the way you stared. After a moment you left, leaving him to enjoy being surrounded by your scent. Just for a little while, he told himself. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there before you came to check on him, but he quickly tried to look relaxed and deeply asleep. It must have worked since you silently snuck in and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before tiptoeing back out. He heard you tell someone you were going to let him rest a while longer and soon the faint sounds of his brothers sitting down to dinner floated up to him. Perfect, he thought. Throwing the covers off, he left your room as quietly as you had, sneaking down the hall to the room he was sharing with Asmo. Fortunately, he hadn’t unpacked much so it was easier to get everything back into his duffel bag. He’d just leave his coat and boots behind. He might be uncomfortable, but he wouldn’t be particularly cold or in any danger the same way a human would if he traveled in regular clothes.

He dropped his bag from the window, waiting for a moment in case anyone had heard. The cacophony of voices and laughter continued without so much as a brief pause. He hadn’t known when he got here that having a room on the opposite side of the house than the kitchen would be so advantageous. At least he had that tiny bit of luck. He jumped out of the window, grateful that the snow was cushioning his landing a bit. It may be easier for him to jump from the second story without breaking bones than it would be for a human, but that didn’t mean it was pleasant. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he jogged towards the nearby town.

It wasn’t long before he heard you shouting his name from the cabin. The voices of his brothers followed shortly, but they quickly grew faint and faded away. He ached at the thought of you worrying about him, but he figured his brothers would be ecstatic to be without him. He knew they would help you forget about him, Lucifer especially. No one would miss the scummy idiot, right? Eventually, he came upon a highway and stuck out his thumb. One last thought of you passed through his mind, but he pushed it away so that he wouldn’t lose his nerve.

It wasn’t like he was leaving forever. He just needed to let his heart freeze first.

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Bertram helps Cravs with a bug problem. They meet each other, but fail to connect the dots... 

Cravendy Hound pants heavily as she BOOKS it, sprinting away from a swarm of bugs and microchus that nip at her heels. She hadn’t even been doing anything prior - just going on a walk by the stream. Just enjoying the crisp, cool air. But it would seem that the elementals had had enough of her target practice, and now the woods don’t seem as peaceful as they were in the past.

Bertram Windshadow had been attempting to do the very same with his own time on this particular day. There were always a myriad of things upon his mind these days. It did him good to simply step out and move without particular direction and unrestrained pace. Wherever to the wind lead him. That is, of course, until he spied a roegadyn woman being harried by the denizens of the Black Shroud. 1/2

Bertram Windshadow came to a stop within the canopy of a moderately sized tree before dropping down to the forest floor so that he could get a better assessment of the situation. He wasn't about to leave someone in trouble . .. in trouble. 2/2

Cravendy Hound stretches her arm back, aims her gun at her pursuers, and fires a couple of rounds. Some of the shots hit microchus, splitting them from the mob momentarily...though, with every one that was dispatched, two would spring from the bushes and take its place. Meanwhile, for the bugs, I simply present to you this question...have you ever fired a gun at a housefly? Would that work? The answer is no. No, it would not work.

Cravendy Hound: “Godsdamned, bleedin’ flyin’ pieces of shite! Overgrown spinach!” Cravs swats at the air as bugs relentlessly buzz around her. In an attempt to get them off her back, she jumps off the side of the cliff and into the river...however, she misjudges the depth of her target. It’s much too shallow to keep the bugs away from her. And now, she’s drenched AND annoyed.

Bertram Windshadow watches quietly for a moment as the stranger attempts to ward off the pests with her firearm. An attempt that causes the highlander to wince slightly just before she plunges herself into the drink . .. well, at least as much as she could manage in the relative shallowness. 1/3

Bertram Windshadow could only assume that the single-minded focus of these creatures could only come from one place. She'd done something to annoy the Elementals. Not enough to rouse them to outright *anger*, but . .. enough to peeve them. It was an easy mistake to make and Bertram figured they'd more than learned the lesson no need for further assault. 2/3

Bertram Windshadow reached into one of his pouches and pulled out a small orb. With a firm press, and a quiet click, it began belching out a stream of smoke or fog. The man then quickly rolled it in the direction of Cravendy in the hopes of helping disperse the swarm of bugs! 3/3

(Cravendy Hound) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZnHmskwqCCQ )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( *dies* This was what was *exactly* what was playing in my heat. ))

Cravendy Hound is too busy swatting away the bugs and plant monsters to notice the source of the sudden smoke, so she thinks it’s the Elementals toying with her further. Her confusion serves to make her even angrier. “If yer gonna kill me, just do it an’ be done with it!” What follows is a long-winded, story of a swear that ends with a coughing fit.

Cravendy Hound - The smoke, meanwhile, does disperse the bugs. They now hover at the edges of where the cloud stops. You can’t see through it, though you can certainly hear all sorts of things happening beneath its foggy exterior.

Bertram Windshadow bobs his head to the side slightly and makes his way forward at a slightly accelerated pace, breaking his way into the opaque cloud and speaking so that he can make his presence known. "I don't think you're going to get killed today, stranger, but we should probably get you closer to Gridania ..." He calls out before attempting to reach out and touch Cravendy's arm to let her know where he is.

Cravendy Hound: “Who, in the name of Llymlaen’s left teat, are you?!” Upon being touched, she instinctively aims her gun right at Bertram, and then glances to the side. “Behind ye!”

Cravendy Hound - Her aim shifts ever so slightly, from being pointed at Bertram’s forehead to something else entirely. The shot rings out, wind brushing dangerously close to his ear, and then sinks directly into a microchu that had been sneaking up behind them. “Gods, ye...let’s get out of ‘ere.”

Bertram Windshadow winces visibly -- or invisibly given the current circumstances -- at the sound of the gunshot so close to his ear. The ear on that side of his head was nothing but ringing in the moment and he could barely make out the latter half of her speaking. My this woman was an aggressive one. Some dots were starting to connect regarding the Shrouds current state of upset. 1/2

Bertram Windshadow called out in a voice slightly louder than necessary, "Let's get out of here," he echoes her sentiment without realizing it. "They're just going to keep coming if you fight them like that." 2/2

Cravendy Hound nods. She had no desire to let the ‘friendly, forest friends’ have their way for any longer. “Gridania’s a tad far...But Hyrstmill’s just a rock skip away. Let’s find a ‘ovel to ‘ole in and be done with this.”

Bertram Windshadow has to strain to hear the suggestion, but he calls out with an affirmative sound before reaching in to the same pouch again to remove another sphere. With a 'click' the smoke begins to spew and he pivots on a heel to face the direction of the small outpost. As he does he throws his arm back and then swings it forward; throwing the smoke-spewing orb like a bowling ball. In its path it leaves a trail of smoke. "That'll hopefully then thin the herd and give us an opening!"

Cravendy Hound stares curiously at the orb, and then back to Bertram. It clicks in her mind. The smoke? Not the Elementals. This guy. This...stranger, who happens to have smoke-spewing orbs in his possession. Questions would have to wait until after they weren’t being hounded by angry flies and grass. She makes a break for Hrystmill, coughing all the while.

Bertram Windshadow set his pace to match Cravendy's as he kept himself in her wake. He felt compelled to keep an eye out for anything that might lunge at the woman while she was making a break for it. This wasn't exactly what he was expecting to do with his day but it certainly beat being stuck in his own head. "Just keep running they'll break off eventually!"

(Cravendy Hound) LOL I'm seeing an unintentional, but reoccuring theme...in an earlier rp, cravs sucked in a feather and had a coughing fit. After this, she's gonna be super hoarse xD )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Hahaha! It helps in sounding grumpy!! )) (Cravendy Hound) let's move to hrystmill! :3 )) (Cravendy Hound) LOL 6-pack a day scratchy voice. "WATER..." ))

Cravendy Hound - As they run, they can hear, but not see, the monsters pursuing close behind. But eventually, as Hrystmill comes into view, the noise grows fainter and fainter. In reclaimed silence, the sound of hearts pounding and panting breaths come back to the forefront. Cravs lets out a long groan and falls to the ground in a kneel. She beats the dirt twice with her fist, gets back up, and faces Bertram. She has no idea what to say.

Cravendy Hound: “.................So. That ‘appened.”

Bertram Windshadow eases as the sound of pursuit fades a quiet breath draining from his lungs as he finally gives himself a moment to glance over his shoulder. It hadn't seemed like they were in *mortal* danger, but it was hard to say when an elemental would decide to be a little extra cranky at any given moment. He dusted his hands off on his legs as he shifted his attention back to Cravendy. "Sure did ..." he answered, allowing himself a quiet laugh before bobbing his head to the side.

Bertram Windshadow: "I hope they didn't get any nasty bites in ..."

Cravendy Hound: “Couple of bruises and scratches, but nothin’ major. Gods, first dodos, now bugs and bloodthirsty flowers.” She lets out a long sigh. The world was conspiring against her, which...well, was fair, as she had a lot to answer for. But she wondered, why now? Why not before, or later? One thing is for sure, though. She’s thankful that this stranger was here to help out.

Cravendy Hound sizes up Bertram. He looks kind of familiar, but she shelves that feeling off to the side. “Thanks for ‘elping out. I’m Cravs. And ye are?”

(Bertram Windshadow) (( Would Bertram know that nickname? I don't *think* he would, but I figured I'd check before having him be oblivious, hahaha (Cravendy Hound) hmm I mean, she refers to herself as such, but idk if others would to her?? haha )) (Cravendy Hound) up to you really :P )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( I think Lin has only said Cravendy to him! So I don't think he'd make the immediate connection! Not yet anyway! ))

Bertram Windshadow bobs his head to the side slightly, "I can't pretend to know *why* but I think you did something to upset the elementals," he offered quietly as he finished dusting himself off and glancing around Hyrstmill, ". .. they can be a bit sensitive about how you treat the forest." He pauses for a moment before dipping his head toward the woman. "It's nice to meet you Cravs. Most folk these days call me Windshadow."

Cravendy Hound brings a hand up to her face and covers it in thought. Upset the elementals...no. Her target practice? She had thought since it was an accident, it’d be fine, but perhaps not. Blast it all, now she’d have to get a conjurer to help her apologize to those, frankly, eldritch spirits.

Cravendy Hound: “Windshadow. Now that’s a title -and- a mouthful...any reason why people call ye that?” Her brows knit together and her eyes narrow. He clearly wasn’t your average adventurer, judging from his gear. “That yer secret, crime fightin’ identity or somethin’?”

Bertram Windshadow blinks in surprise, though not that one could tell from behind the visor, at her comment. He'd never really thought about it like *that* before. There's an awkward pause before Bertram's hand rises up to the back of his neck and he shook his head. "Oh, no. It's nothing like that," he responds with a laughing tone, "It's ... an epithet. A Gyr Abanian thing."

Bertram Windshadow: "I can be ... pretty fast when I need to be. Quiet too."

Cravendy Hound just realizes that she’s smiling. Everything that had happened in the past hour. The smoke, the running...and now, Windshadow standing here, as polite as could be. He was an amusing enigma to her. “No need to be bashful. If people call ye something like that, then I doubt ye only go ‘pretty’ fast. But can ye outrun a chocobo? I’d be willin’ to bet against ye.”

Cravendy Hound laughs - the challenge only half serious. “But seriously. Ye saved my ‘ide back there. What can I do for ye...’ow about round of drinks on me?”

Bertram Windshadow can only laugh a bit more fully at the prospective challenge, his head shaking slightly as a smile finds solid purchase upon his lips. "Depends on the terrain and distance, honestly. A 'bo's going to out last me in the long run on flat ground." He shakes his head gently, as though he was dismissing the thought as overly self-indulgent. He cleared his throat at the new offer. "I ... " he pauses, tilting his head to the side, "... I wouldn't turn down a drink or two, no."

Bertram Windshadow: "But I'm just glad to have been at the right place at the right time."

Cravendy Hound scratches the back of her head, amused by how seriously Windshadow is taking the chocobo challenge. She can hardly imagine what it’d look like for a hyur to move that quickly. Would he send himself sailing forward like a rocket, or would he just move his limbs -that fast-?! Either way, she steps over and playfully bumps his shoulder with her fist. “I know a spot nearby that serves a solid Mun-Tuy Brew. Over ‘ere.”

Cravendy Hound would bring the two of them to an unassuming establishment. When she enters, she dips her head towards the Elezen barkeep, who returns the gesture. By the time Cravs takes a seat, the barkeep has already set out two cups and a bottle of brew on the table. The usual.

Bertram Windshadow laughed -- albeit a bit nervously -- as Cravendy bumped his shoulder gently while passing by while making her way further into the town. He certainly couldn't complain about a good drink of mun tuy so he followed behind her whilst glancing around the village with a thoughtful expression. He didn't say too much on the way but, as he settled in before the second cup of drink, he couldn't help but ask. "What had you out in this neck of the woods anyway?"

Cravendy Hound has already finished a cup and is halfway through pouring herself another glass. She places the bottle back to the center of the table with a satisfying, though loud, thump. “......Ye’d be surprised ‘ow far those critters chased me. That said, I come out ‘ere now and again. Nice trees, nice folk.” She clears her throat, and then says in a slightly lower voice: “The drinks not bad too.”

Bertram Windshadow might have -- perhaps -- been attempting to discern what the woman might have down to agitate the elementals, but ... he didn't seem like he was about to start prying where he wasn't invited. It didn't seem like he was Like That. Instead he bobbed his head forward and began a much more *measured* approach to his drinking. "I find it similarly calming. Spend time up in the boughs can really help clear the head when you're feeling a bit overwhelmed."

Cravendy Hound raises a brow. “So, ye run really fast, and ye have orbs that shoot out smoke. What are ye, some kind of courier? If ye feelin’ overwhelmed, then just tell the big man to stuff it. Don’t work so much.” She lifts her cup up with a grin. “Lifes too short not to indulge in the good stuff.”

(Cravendy Hound) lmao I can't get over how these two haven't connected the dots )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( It's *pretty* great! Hahaha. ))

Bertram Windshadow tilts his head to the side slightly as he listens to Cravendy's Words of Wisdom. He sips upon his drink thoughtfully for a moment before giving a concessionary bob of his head. He certainly found himself dwelling on the bad recently. Though it wasn't quite related to work as she might be assuming. Given his effective unemployment at the moment. "... I suppose that's true." He murmurs quietly, maybe more to himself than to Cravendy proper, "Is that what you were doing out there?"

Cravendy Hound leans back on her chair, feet propped up on the table. “Chin up. Ye seem the earnest type. Try at somethin’ long enough and it’ll change, eventually.” She takes another sip and listens to the sound of the waterwheel turning on the river. Windshadow’s second question gives her pause. “What? Was I...out ‘ere to indulge, ye mean?”

Bertram Windshadow quietly nods his head in response to her further words of assurance -- though it seemed difficult to determine how they were received behind the vidor -- before she asked her clarifying question. "Oh," he cleared his throat and shook his head, "Well, that or just ... enjoying the 'good stuff' as it were."

Cravendy Hound smirks, and gestures to the alcohol on the table, as if that was answer enough to his question. The two made an interesting drinking duo, and Cravs found herself drawn to her withdrawn, fast-running companion. When they eventually parted ways, she let him know that he was welcome to swing by for another round of drinks...or perhaps, she would find him, and make good on her bet that he could outrun a chocobo.

[a-smile-hides]

A WISH FOR FORGIVENESS- U.R. (1/?)

PARING: Ubbe x Mermaid!reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This imagine is going to be a mutlichapter. So this is just some intro/a prologue... Nothing toooo much to be honest. I think I rewrote this about 4 times and I am still not that happy about it. I will post part 2 soon after this because then the plot actually starts lol... but otherwise it would be too long.

The series itself probably is going to be something small and hopefully nothing too angsty... don’t know.... I kind of want to make something light haha

___

As the moon shined brightly high up in the sky and the whole town rested quietly under the stars, one figure walked through the city as quietly as he could. The light of the moon guided him to the small river that run through Kattegat, although he did not need it. After all this time, he could find it blindly. Following the water, he came to a large lake in the middle of the forest. As he took in the familiar sight, he removed his boots. He left them carelessly by a tree and walked around the lake, where the water was deeper. As he found a clean spot, he dropped a small brown bag on the ground, sat down and slowly lowered his feet into the water. With that, he stared impatiently at the water, waiting for a sign.

It had been days since he had last sneaked out of his room. His brother Hvitserk had been keeping a close eye on him ever since Ubbe crossed him when he returned home from the lake. Hvitserk had apparently had a little adventure of his own with one of the thralls. He didn’t find it odd to see his bigger brother walking through the streets of Kattegat in the middle of the night. It had happened before. Ever since Aslaug had expressed her disgust about their way of treating women, the two men decided it was better to meet their lovers at night for a while. But Hvitserk did find it strange that the bottom of Ubbe’s pants was wet. As if he walked through water. After that moment, Hvitserk clearly wanted to find out what his older brother was up to. And he stayed awake a couple of nights, hoping to follow his brother and find out the truth. But Ubbe wasn’t stupid and simply stayed home. At least, until Hvitserk gave up. Luckily for him, it only took Hvitserk 4 days to lose his interest in the whole case.

Ubbe only hoped you could find it in your heart to forgive him.

His worries washed away once he saw your head come up from underneath the water. The look of relief once your eyes met his quickly vanished into a scowl, making Ubbe swallow.

“Look who finally decided to show up again?”

Ubbe smiled guilty at you. “I guess a simple sorry won’t do it?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “No… But it would be a good start.”

Ubbe grinned before reaching out behind him, to the bag that lay beside him. He rummaged through it for a moment, before taking out a piece of bread. But not just any kind of bread. Your favourite. It was a rather small one, but it was filled with all kinds of goods. You couldn’t describe the flavour even if you tried, but it never failed to cheer you up.

“Now that’s better” You laughed as you pulled yourself out of the water. Supporting yourself on your elbows, you searched for a position that was comfortable to stay in for a while. Once it was, you stretched out your arm towards him to accept his apology gift.

Tearing a piece of the bread, Ubbe held out his hand for you to take it.

“How’s your tail?” he asked softly, pointing towards it.

You turned your head a bit, looking at the purplish mark at the end of your blue and green tail.

“It has healed pretty neatly, I think.” You answered, “All thanks to you.”

***

Ubbe was walking through the woods, his mind clouded by rage. Normally, he was always able to hold his cool. But now it had simply become too much. Ivar and Sigurd were behaving as two ignorant, little children. Ubbe loved the two of them dearly, but he was done being the one to always have to tear them apart. He wished he didn’t need to do it anymore. But still, he knew he had to do it. He feared that one day, he would let them go too far in their bickering. That one day, one may hurt the other in a way that would be irreversible. He hated the fact that Björn didn’t even bat an eye at the two. He wasn’t interested in them. Never batting an eye when the two were throwing insults at each other. He never behaved like an older, wiser brother. No. It was Ubbe who needed to do that.

He was the eldest. He had to control them.

Ubbe shook his head angrily, trying to get Björn’s golden advice out of his head. His hand clenched around the axe that hung around his belt. He closed his eyes tightly, stopping in the middle of the forest. Breathing in deeply, he tried to control the anger that slowly took over. It was a lost battle. And before he realised, he threw his axe away while letting out a scream of anger. He breathed deeply in and out as he heard his scream ego through the forest. Before a different sound caught his attention.

It was a ‘splattering sound’. As if somebody had taken a wooden board and slapped it onto the water repeatedly. Ubbe’s head turned towards the direction he thought the sound came from. It seemed to become louder. It clearly sounded as water. But the only source of it was the river. And the current wasn’t strong enough to produce such a sound.

Until it suddenly stopped, and the sound of something cracking followed after it. A loud crash was the last deafening sound that echoed through the woods before a frustrated moan followed after it. And then the silence that one could normally find in the forest returned. Ubbe frowned, concentrating hard. He tried to listen while he wondered what could have made that sound.

His head perked up as he heard a small whine. Followed by another one. It sounded like someone was in distress. Ubbe walked forward, a bit wary, while his eyes scanned the floor. He hoped he could find his axe before he found the source of that sound. He cursed his past self for carelessly throwing away his only defence.

As he passed a rather old looking tree, Ubbe’s eyes fell on a large lake in front of him. Ubbe stopped in astonishment. Never before had he come across it. It made him wonder what kind of secrets Kattegat kept hidden from them.

A painful whine made Ubbe snap out of his daze. His eyes scanned the area before he finally found the source. At the edge of the water, he saw a you leaning against a big rock. He couldn’t see you properly. This all thanks to the fallen tree branch that covered almost your entire body. One that you were trying to push away with all your might.

Ubbe stepped forwards, clearing his throat to announce his presence. The sound made you look up alarmed. Your hands went down, clawing at the sand beneath you in hope to crawl your way out of the mess you got yourself into. As Ubbe saw your distressed state, he lifted his hands in a gesture to show you that he meant no harm.

“Are you stuck?” He asked softly.

You stopped your movements for a moment, contemplating of answering him. But you quickly reminded yourself that it was safer for you to just get away as soon as possible. Oh, if only you didn’t go exploring… then you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place!

“You are stuck…” Ubbe muttered to himself. “Don’t panic. I am not going to hurt you.”

Your movements only got more aggressive as you now trashed underneath the tree, desperately trying to get away from him. As you clawed at the sand and tried to get away from him, Ubbe saw you suddenly tense up before letting out a painful scream.

“Stop trashing! You’re hurting yourself!”

You looked at him through your lashes, still not answering him.

“You don’t understand a word I say…” Ubbe said to himself. Shaking his head, he stepped closer towards you, examining the tree branch. To be honest… It looked more as if the whole tree came down and caught you underneath it. As if someone didn’t want you to leave this place.

“I am now going to try and lift it…” He trailed off, wondering why he was even bothering to try and explain it all. Until he got an idea. “I am going to move the tree” he said slowly, pointing at himself and the tree. “You must crawl away.”

He probably looked like some crazy fool right now, pointing and mimicking his words to hopefully explain his idea to you.

Ubbe bent down and took the branch in both of his hands. With his head he nodded to the area behind him.

“Get from underneath this as soon as you can.”

He breathed in deeply before lifting it as high as he could. But once the tree was lifted, you thankfully didn’t waste any second, crawling away from underneath the branch. Ubbe almost groaned in frustration as he saw you crawl towards the water and not in the way he mentioned you to go to. But then he was what the tree hid from him and why you were crawling in the first place. There where your legs should have been, a blue and green tail was. Ubbe looked in wonder as he saw how the blue and green scales of your tail softly blended into your skin. Once you were safe, you let yourself fall down on the sand exhausted from your struggle under the tree. You breathed out deeply and pushed yourself up again, wanting to crawl your way to the water. Ubbe winced as he saw your arms tremble under your weight. Without thinking about it, he kneeled down beside you. Carefully he placed his hands on your side, rolling you on your back. He looked worriedly at your tail, where a large cut was due to your trashing under the tree.

As you lay there and saw the worry in his eyes, you thought he may be you only chance to survive. You pointed at the water, trying to tell him that the water would make you feel better. Ubbe nodded and he carefully picked you up, walking towards the water. As he carried you, you starred up at him, silently wondering why he was being so kind to you. Not caring about his shoes or his clothes, Ubbe walked into the lake. Once he thought he was deep enough for you, he slowly lowered you into the water. You let out a relieved sign as your tale touched the water. Once you were completely under, Ubbe let go of you and watched how you quickly swam away from him towards the river that ended in the lake.

Ubbe sighed as he saw you leave; he had hoped you would’ve stayed. He turned around and walked out of the water again. In a swift movement he removed his shirt which had become wet when he helped you back into the lake. He rolled it up in his hands, trying to squeeze out as much water as he could until a voice made him halt.

“I must thank you for what you did.”

He turned around, seeing you push yourself up on the edge of the lake. It must have been how you climbed out of it.

“You saved my life there…” You looked down; your hand clutched around a neckless on your neck. “How can I repay you for that?”

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Thank you for reading xxx

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Micro-Cosmos S1E4: Looking Up Transcript

(The crew celebrates an afternoon of well-deserved downtime. Transcript begins below break.)

[sfx: forest ambiance, running footsteps]

FELIX BIIIIIIRD!

That... is nineteen! Almost... at... victory.

[sfx: running footsteps]

MILES That... was not... fair... you tripped me!

FELIX Did... not.

MILES Did too!

FELIX Did not!

MILES Totally did.

FELIX The point is mine, fair and square. You did not set eyes upon that bird, first, thus-

MILES Because you cheated!

FELIX What would you have me do, forfeit the point?

MILES Yes.

FELIX Well I'm not going to do that.

MILES I know. Ya lousy-

[sfx: a bird caws]

MILES BIRD!

FELIX Bird? Ah yes, Bird. Ah, damn. Bird.

MILES Haha, that's a nineteen-nineteen tie, next points the winner.

FELIX Yes. And that point belongs to me.

MILES Yeah, right. Tell you what, then. Let's have a wager. I'll even let you pick the terms.

FELIX Okay. The loser has to carry Athena's birthday present around in their bag for a week.

MILES Athena doesn't want to carry it?

FELIX No one wants to carry it, my friend.

MILES Fine! That's fine! It's not like I worked super hard on it or anything-

FELIX

Shh. I'm sensing... an avian presence.

[sfx: birdsong, running footsteps taking off]

FELIX ALLONS-Y!

[sfx: running footsteps taking off]

MILES WAIT UP!

FELIX Where... are... you...

[sfx: a whack]

[Felix yelps.]

MILES Ha! You-

[sfx: a similar whack]

MILES (CONT'D) AA! MY EYE!

***

[THEME MUSIC FADES IN]

ANNOUNCERFuturistic Trail Mix Productions presents Micro-Cosmos: A Science Fiction Podcast.

[THEME MUSIC FADES OUT]

***

[sfx: forest ambiance, running water, a click]

MILES Oww.

ATHENA This is-

MILES Owww.

ATHENA This is-

MILE OWWW!

ALEX Dude, just hold still. You took quite the fall out there.

ATHENA Athena Romero... recording. Hi. It's Day 28, and we're stationed at approximate position North 57 degrees West 105 degrees, still enroute to our equipment dropoff point and making good time at that. We've had to stop for a little, uh, first aid. Miles and Felix got hit in the face with a tree branch playing their new game. It's called Bird... I hate it.

FELIX Hey, Bird is- ow - Bird is fun!

ALEX Until the forest pokes your eye out along the way, Doc.

FELIX I'd call it an occupational hazard.

ATHENA Thankfully, Headquarters, no one actually lost an eye. By some miracle.

[C41′s BOOT-UP JINGLE PLAYS]

C41 Oh, the odds of them losing an eye aren't as high as you'd hope. I ran the calculations.

MILES Yeah? Let me check your math on that one.

C41 No.

ATHENA Anyways. We thought it'd be a good time to take a walking break. Maybe have some lunch.

[sfx: rummaging]

ALEX Aw, shoot. Looks like we're lacking in antibiotics to get this one on your knee cleaned up, Miles. Cal, any chance we're getting more of that with the shipment?

C41 I do have "additional first aid supplies" on the roster, Commander. So... probably!

ALEX I will take a "probably" for all that it's worth as far as HQ is concerned, kid. And hey, we're almost to the drop-off point. Speaking of which, Starshine, did you get the memo to them that we're ahead of schedule?

ATHENA Oh, uh, oh! Yeah, I did get the relay to them last night, and they came back with an acknowledgement. I think we're just going to have to wait it out though.

ALEX Aces. Cal, how much longer do we have on the walking?

C41 Eh, not much! About another...

[sfx: mechanical whirring]

C41 (CONT'D) Hour!

MILES An hour?

ALEX Hey, I like the sound of that.

FELIX Just think. All of that extra time to play Bird.

ATHENA And, sorry to ask, but, Bird is fun... because?

ALEX Because I think all this walking has made the doctor go a bit batty.

FELIX Perhaps. More like... bird-y. If you will.

[Miles groans.]

MILES You set him up for that one, you know- Ow!

ALEX Just a sanitising wipe. I know, I know, it stings. It's the best we're gonna do to keep it clean for now.

[C41 giggles.]

MILES What are you laughing at?

C41 Aw, nothing. Just like... you guys are so funny, with your 'physical pain' thing.

MILES Hilarious.

C41 Precisely my point.

MILES Well, somebody's chipper today.

C41 I am! It's almost time for me to get to like, actual work. As soon as we can set up camp at the rendezvous to make it our base? Watch me go, baby.

ALEX Wait a minute. You, Cal, are excited about doing work?

C41 Sure I am! I'm excited for work that's not super boring and lame and leaves me wanting to tie up my code in particularly pretty bows. Establishing our infrastructure, our inventory, our food sources, and oh, ooh! Getting started on actual research? They sour.I hope I just don't lose out on sleep.

MILES Yeah, sure. We wouldn't want that.

C41 And, and, Miles, while I'm busy doing important things, you can be off doing... whatever little tasks you're supposed to do.

MILES First of all, excuse you, I'm the engineering specialist too, not your friggin nanny, so like, I'm going to have plenty to do that is very important. And second of all, maybe I'll get to sleep instead of clacking away at fixing your code all night like a monkey at a typewriter, alright?

C41 Sure, sure. Now, are everyone's booboos in order? I'm sure Athena and Alex are getting antsy.

ATHENA Oh guys, no, it's fine. Take your time, we're not in a rush.

MILES No, you know what, my booboos- I mean my uh, my scrapes and stuff, are fantastic. Let's go.

FELIX But... I'm so weak.

MILES Nope. Up ya go.

C41 Something to prove, much?

ALEX You'll be fine Felix. Have some trail mix, and we'll be motoring, alright?

FELIX (chewing) Way ahead of you, sir.

ATHENA Alright. Off we go.

[sfx: a click]

***

[sfx: forest ambiance, a click]

ATHENA Recording from the drop-off point, at long last, this is Officer Athena Romero with Omnitarian Establishment Crew #0137-F. It's only been just over an hour since my last log, but we're here. We're here, and now we just have to camp out, and wait for the rest of our supplies. It'll be some downtime well-earned, I think.

ALEX I'd say so.

[sfx: walking footsteps, stopping, setting a bag down]

ATHENA Oh, hey Alex! Let me guess, the others are-

ALEX Competitive birdwatching? Yeah. I don't even think that they realise that that's what they've invented.

ATHENA Aw, jeez, even Cal? Or did you put them on babysitting duty?

ALEX Cal is... keeping score, apparently. Look, you didn't hear it from me, but sometimes I think that they miss Miles when I'm carrying their projector.

ATHENA Really?

ALEX Nah. They're babysitting.

[Athena laughs.]

ATHENA Well played, Commander.

ALEX Peace and quiet is probably one of the best sounds in the world. Second only to good conversation and blaring rock 'n' roll.

ATHENA Sounds like something I should write down.

[Alex laughs.]

ALEX Dude, no, I'm just rambling. And besides, you're recording this, aren't you?

ATHENA Yeah. I mean, I can turn it off, if you want.

ALEX It's fine with me. Kinda nice actually, to think we'll be able to look back on whatever it is we talked about on this mission when we're all old.

ATHENA I never thought about it like that. Guess I thought I was just doing my job.

ALEX Really?

ATHENA ... Yeah, why?

ALEX I don't know, I hear you every once in a while, when you're recording, and... you know how to talk. You a poet in your spare time, by chance?

[Athena laughs.]

ATHENA No, no, I'm... I don't know, I'm not anything in particular. I was corp security, for a while, and then I got into communications and chronicling protocol through that, and... yeah, that's me, if they didn't already tell you as part of the whole 'Commander' thing.beatI'm certainly not, uh, 'recogalex', though.

ALEX Okay, so you uh... know about that whole thing?

ATHENA 'Whole thing'? You mean when you were like... one of the biggest names in sporting sim gaming for years, plural? Yeah, I figured it out. Me and the others in the forces, we didn't really have anything else to keep up with, so we got very much into keeping up with those tournaments.

ALEX Alright, alright. Just thought I'd be able to keep my nerdiness a secret from my crew for a little while longer.

ATHENA Why bother? I mean, if I was as good as you at that stuff, I...realizing as she says itI never would've stopped.

ALEX I guess I just... the same as you. I thought of it as my job, after a while. It started as a way to help me cope with my anxiety, and then, I guess it turned out that I was good at it, and liked it. I liked it a lot.

But I got married, and then we were gonna have a kid, and-

ATHENA Wait, you're married?

ALEX I was. Me and Gabriel split up, a little while after our son, Orion, was born.

ATHENA Oh... that's too bad.

ALEX Oh, it's fine, really. Gabe's amazing, honestly, we both just... wanted different things out of life. It just wasn't working for us to be married anymore. Now we're friends. We're friends that used to be married, and friends that have a son that we love more than anything in the world. And I can't say I mind it, as long as I know they're both waiting for me back home.

ATHENA Wow. I mean, that sounds... that sounds like all you could hope for.

ALEX Yeah... yeah, I guess it is.

***

[sfx: forest ambiance]

MILES This is stupid. We haven't seen anything fly overhead since we got here.

FELIX Hey, hello, uh, you know the decree of the Game of Bird.

[C41′s BOOT UP JINGLE PLAYS]

C41 "They who question the sanctity of Bird will be disqualified from all future matches of Bird on the basis of disloyalty and heathendom," Miles.

FELIX And don't you forget it.

MILES I know, I know, for the millionth time, I know.

C41 Then don't go getting yourself disqualified.

MILES Hold on, was that... an encouragement?

C41 Of course not. I just like to see a good match-

MILES Okay, cause for a second there, it sorta sounded like a-

[sfx: bird caws]

FELIX BIRD! 

[sfx: a bell dinging cue]

C41 That's one point to the distinguished Couvillion gentleman.

MILES Please tell me you're not going to do that every time someone gets a point.

C41 Don't be silly! I'm not going to do it for you!

MILES Why do I even bother? It's not like-

C41 Shh. Eyes on the prize, er, sky. Whatever. Bird now, talk later.

MILES Fine.There's a long silence. 

[sfx: forest ambiance for a prolonged period]

[The three of them sigh at varying points.]

[sfx: bird song, a glitch, static]

FELIX Bir- rd?

MILES What are you talking about, there's nothing there!

C41 I mean, I'll still give you the point.

FELIX Sorry, sorry, I... eyes were playing a trick on me there.

[sfx: prolonged forest ambiance]

MILES Sooo... uh, this is getting boring fast.

C41 "They who question the sanctity of Bird-"

MILES Not what I meant! I just meant...

FELIX There does seem to be a disturbing lack of birds.

MILES Well... uh... we could play 'I Spy'.

FELIX No, no. We can't allow the shine to wear off that quickly.

[sfx: retrieving from a bag, clicks]

MILES I feel like binoculars are cheating.

FELIX Eh. Using available resources.

C41 Does it count as cheating if there aren't any birds to see?

MILES Okay, but if there were.

C41 But there aren't.

MILES Okay, but if one shows, he can like-

FELIX And it may not end up being worth the hypothetical, if our luck continues.

MILES Just making conversation.

[sfx: prolonged ambiance]

MILES So... how about this weather?

C41 Really?

MILES What? It's called small talk, ever heard of it?

C41 Sure I have. My sources tell me that it's nothing remarkable. In fact, that seems to be the whole point of it, yes?

MILES Well, I guess... not everything needs to seem 'remarkable' to be... worthwhile.

C41 Sure. Take yourself for example.

MILES You know what-

FELIX You know, I believe that might be a backhanded compliment, Officer Abbott.

C41 How dare you.

FELIX Meant nothing by it, my voltaic friend.

C41 Then you know what's good for you.

[Felix chuckles.]

MILES Yeah, right, tough guy.

C41 I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I can be intimidating, that is, when I'm not asleep in my-

FELIX Nest!

C41 What?

FELIX Nest. Up there, on your left, riiiight- There.The group's eyes land on a large nest in a nearby tree.

MILES You think there's any in there?

FELIX According to what I've learned, the season would be right for quite a few baby birds.

So, I mean, if there were... to be... lots of baby birds... I should probably get a closer look. For... research.

MILES And I could help with your research. I mean... I could help you count.

FELIX Oh, no, I mean that's uh...

It'll be quite the climb to get there, so I wouldn't ask you to-

MILES Pssh. What are friends for? You said earlier you weren't feeling so good, anyways, so like... I can go check on those birds. For science.

FELIX Oh, no, I feel fine, thank you. I think a climb might actually do me some-

MILES Here, you hold Cally. I'm climbing.

FELIX Good.

C41 Wait, what? Also, it's Cal.

MILES I'm gonna go see those birds.

[sfx: footsteps running off]

FELIX HEY! NOT FAIR.

You stay right here, Cal. I've got a tree to climb.

[sfx: footsteps running off]

C41 Well, it's not like I'm going anywhere- Wait, wait! Doctor Couvillion? Officer Abbott?! Felix? Miles? Oh, the Commander is going to be so mad at you!beat, meek...Guys?

[C41′s BOOT-DOWN JINGLE PLAYS]

***

[Alex and Athena laugh.]

ALEX No, no, you're kidding me. Stuck?

ATHENA Completely! Okay, okay, so you have to understand, Patroclus C? It's a freezing cold rock. A moon.

ALEX Nothing homey about it?

ATHENA No! No redeeming qualities! We used to call it the Snowball. So, so, so: there I am, and my sister is just screaming bloody murder with her tongue stuck to the side of the transport.

ALEX And did someone lose a tongue that day?

ATHENA Somehow, no! I had to run back to the house for hot water and leave her there, and I swear her tears were frozen to her cheeks by the time I got back and we managed to get her off the thing! God, it was awful. So the chilly mornings around here? They're nice.

ALEX And you've got the charming anecdotes to prove it, starshine.

Oh, is... is that okay? If I call you that? It's just... it came to me, and I thought it suited you. But if you don't like it-

ATHENA Oh! Oh, no, I... it's fine. I like it. It's sweet.

ALEX Okay. Okay, good.

I just figured, you know, it might... we're gonna be out here for a long time. I want to be friends with you guys, with... you. If that's what you... all want too.

ATHENA I think I'd like that, Alex. 

Can I ask you something?

ALEX Sure, if I can ask you something after.

ATHENA Oh?

ALEX Yeah, no, I had like... a question or whatever for you too, but you totally, uh, you go first.

ATHENA Okay. Sure. So, uh... here's the thing. How do you... how do you know how to find the course?

ALEX ... What?

ATHENA How do you know where we're going?

ALEX I thought you were military. They don't teach you the way-

ATHENA Not exactly. How do you know where we need to go?

ALEX Oh. Oh I... okay. I think I get it. Well, I... it started off as trial and error, right? Even when I was just picking up the patterns in my games, or anywhere else, I just would have to take what I saw and turn that inward into something I could say was the truth.

So when I had to start figuring out how pieces of the world and their patterns sorta... fit with other pieces of the world into a bigger conversation, it... I mean it wasn't easy. I don't even wanna say it was comfortable. But it was something I could be confident in, at least.

And, these days, if I don't feel confident in it... I mean, I don't feel confident in it all the time, that's actually what I should've led with. Because, like, how could I be? When things, patterns, don't add up sometimes, it feels like something is lying to me. But at least I've been doing this long enough, that I know that I don't have to trek back and learn the patterns from square one anymore. I can... take it in backwards steps.

I can seem like I'm confident in what needs to happen, and then maybe some part of me can take that little signal boost and make me feel confident. And then, if I feel confident, maybe I'll find the pattern I didn't know in the first place, and that'll feel enough like the truth to me. It'll be enough to get us by. To get me by.

But... that's just me. Sometimes I think everyone has a different way of listening for the truth, you know?

Is... is that what you were asking?

ATHENA Uh-huh. Your turn.

ALEX Okay, now, tell me the truth on this one, Romero: do you actually need to record all of those logs?

ATHENA I'm sorry?

ALEX Dude, do you have to actually do them, or is it just like your diary?

[Athena laughs.]

ATHENA Hey! What's that supposed to mean?

ALEX I mean, no judging-

ATHENA I'm the chronicler, sir, that's my job.

ALEX Alright, Officer, alright. I'll take your word for it. But if you ever wanna try out some new monologue material on something, or someone who isn't a comms, you know where to find me-

ATHENA Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in-

[sfx: a tree branch breaking]

[Miles and Felix scream]

[sfx: a thud]

ATHENA (CONT'D) Mind. Should we be... running about this?

ALEX Running fast, Romero.

***

[sfx: forest ambiance, a campfire]

FELIX, MILES (in unison) Owwwwwww.

ALEX You two... are going... to be.. the death of me.

FELIX, MILES (in unison) Owwwwwwwwwwwww.

C41 Yeah, yeah 'ow'. Traitors.

ALEXHold still... for just a second.

FELIX Once more, with feeling?

MILES Sure. Why not?

FELIX, MILES (in unison) Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

ATHENA Officer Athena Romero recording. Still Day 28. Second first aid stop of the day. We had a tree incident. Or a gravity incident, involving a tree, I guess.

C41 You two are lucky you didn't break a leg. Or that I didn't get carried off by some dinosaur, leaving me there like that, Felix! How could you?

FELIX I... I... I'm sorry, I'm so weak-

ALEX Ah, save it, Couvillion. Not like you need your strength for much else. Speaking of which-

I'd like to propose a toast. To some time off, to finally making it to the rendezvous point where we await our booty, and to... I don't know, to no more falling out of trees, and no more backwards steps.

FELIX Here, here!

ATHENA Cheers!

MILES Cheers.

C41 Bon appetit.

ATHENA So, Cal, when can we expect for the shipment to get here?

C41 Oh, in about... three-

(distorted and ragged)

Four- three, three,- expect, no, three, seven, no, no, no expect, no, three, two, two- ERROR, retrieval denied, ERROR- ERROR, no, two three-

ATHENA Miles? Are they okay?

MILES Cally? Cal? What's wrong? Come on buddy, hello?

FELIX What is this?

MILES I don't know, they've never done this before, I-

[C41′s BOOT UP JINGLE PLAYS]

C41 Bon appetit! Sorry, you were saying? Oh, right, the shipment. Should be around three days.

MILES ... Cal? You... you okay? You weren't messing with your code again, were you?

C41 And if I was?

MILES Cal-

C41 Kidding, kidding. Joke, funny, haha. No, I wasn't, I swear. Probably just a brief malfunction, whatever it is you're talking about. I feel great!

MILES Okay. If... if you say so.

C41 But I am, like, suuuper tired, gee, I think I need some rest, okayeveryonegoodnightbutnotthetraitorswhoabandonedme! Kisses!

[C41′s BOOT DOWN JINGLE PLAYS]

ALEX I think that's the cue for everyone got some rest, huh? Sleep in tomorrow?

FELIX Oh, I'll drink to that.

ALEX Then let's go for lights out, booboo crew.

[sfx: retreating footsteps]

ALEX If you need to do a log, starshine, just make sure to put the fire out when you're finished, alright?

ATHENA Always do, Alex.

ALEX Yeah, you're right. You always do. Goodnight.

ATHENA

Goodnight.

[sfx: retreating footsteps]

ATHENA (CONT'D) You know, I... I don't even know if I have something I need to talk about tonight. I'm exhausted from the journey, and you already know all about that, HQ.

I don't know. Seems like trouble follows us wherever we go, but at least that's something to count on.

But like I said, I think I'm going to try something new tonight. I'm feeling inspired. Tonight, I'm just going to look up at the sky, and I think... I think I'm going to look for a pattern that feels true.

From Ophiuchus-22, this is Officer Romero, looking up, and signing off.

[sfx: bird song, a glitch]

***

ANNOUNCER Micro-Cosmos: A Science Fiction Podcast.

This episode, Looking Up, was written by Lauren Tucker, edited by Luka Miller, and directed by Jesse Smith, Zyrel Thompson and Lauren Tucker. It starred Jesse Smith as the voice of Athena Romero, Jackson Rossman as the voice of Miles Abbott, Luka Miller as the voice of Alex de la Cruz, Kaleb Piper as the voice of Felix Couvillion, and Pippa van Beek-Paterson as the voice of Cal. Original music by Julia Barnes, and sound editing by Tobias Friedman. Be sure to stay tuned to our feed for upcoming episodes from the new backpacking intergalactic adventure from Futuristic Trail Mix Productions. Enjoying the show, and want to give us a boost? You can support us by rating and reviewing us on iTunes, or wherever you get your podcasts, or telling a friend about us.

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[lu-undy]

Hi!❤️. Spy is a romantic. He always makes nice things for Sniper, and the dates he plans are amazing. Sniper wants to be romantic too, so, this time, he wants to surprise Spy with his own planned date. He'll take him camping and they'll watch the starry together. Convincing Spy to go camping was a little hard, but totally worth it, Spy completely loved that date.

Alright, a date in the forest it is! I hope you’ll like it!

“Non, Sniper, I cannot accept.”

“How can you not like it if you’ve never tried it?”

Spy got up from the shade of the van and walked further away, his more-than-friend on his heels.

“Let us be serious, Sniper. Do you see me in the middle of a forest with squeaky plastic green boots?”

The Australian sighed and let his shoulders sink. He put a hand on Spy’s back who had just lit a cigarette.

“Spook, please… You always take me to wonderful places I’ve never been before, luxurious hotels and restaurants, and there was the tailor too, that fancy hairdresser… I want to try and open yer horizons too. I-I’m sorry I’m not a fancy city man like you but-but I’m sure I can make it worth your time.”

Sniper saw the cloud of smoke float in the air like the steam of an old train. Thoughts were racing in Spy’s head.

“Please, Spy. It’s not all about dirt and wilderness. There are beautiful things outside of a city’s walls.”

The Frenchman turned to face the reason his heart was beating for and Sniper put his gloved hand on his cheek.

“Like you, right now, you’re in the middle of the desert and uh… Y-you… You’re just beautiful.” 

Spy raised his eyes to Sniper. His lagoon blue eyes shone so gently that he didn’t find it in his cold stone heart to refuse.

“Fine.”

“Really?”

“Oui. Let us go camping tomorrow.”

“Thank you so much!” The Australian squeezed the slim Frenchman between his arms.

“S-Sniper!”

“Ah, yeah, sorry, the suit, alroight, I’m sorry.” Sniper took a step back and wrapped his arms around his own self, lowering his head. He knew the Frenchman didn’t like anyone to touch his absurdly expensive attire.

“Sniper, look at me.”

The Australian shyly raised his eyes.

“I don’t like when other people touch my suit…” Spy added a smug smile, for good measure.

They had spent the night in Sniper’s campervan and when the sun rose up, the Frenchman found himself entangled in his lover’s limbs. His first reflex was to free himself certainly out of professional habit but then he realised that he liked that embrace more than he could admit. The warmth of his lover, the comfort of his soft body, the touch of his rough skin against Spy’s…

“Mornin’, Spook…”

“Oh, you woke up?”

“Felt you movin’ on me.”

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to disturb your sleep. You may go back to your dreams if you will.” Spy took Sniper’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. He couldn’t see it but the Australian’s eyes snapped wide under the gentle touch.

“Not a chance. I’m likin’ this way too much…” The embrace tightened.

“So, when are we going to the jungle, Tarzan?” 

“Oi, I’m no Tarzan and I’m takin’ you to a forest, not a jungle.”

“I don’t see the shadow of a difference.”

“Between me and Tarzan or between a jungle and the forest?”

“Oui.”

“You’re a bloody mystery and a half.”

“It is indeed my job title.”

About an hour later, the van was crossing the empty golden, flat desert, on the thin strip of grey asphalt.

“Are we there yet?”

“Spook, not yet.”

A few seconds passed and the van's engine was roaring.

“And now, Bushman, are we there yet?”

“Do you see anythin’ that looks like a bloody forest?”

“Non, I can only see the dull, boring orange desert.”

“Well then that means we’re not there yet, roight?”

“How long is this journey, Bushman? Are we going to make it before you get baby kangaroos?”

“Oi! A bit of patience, Spook!”

The Frenchman sighed and let his head fall back on the headrest.

“Also, I can’t get babies on my own, this isn’t how it works.”

“Is this an invitation?” Spy smirked.

“Shut up!” Sniper nudged him with his elbow.

The journey took an extra hour before they could see the end of the orange and the beginning of the green. The Australian lifted his foot off the gas pedal and eventually parked somewhere that the Frenchman would describe as “the middle of nowhere”.

“Roight, this is it.”

“Ah, oui, merci Sniper, for this delightful ride to the middle of nowhere, forest edition.”

“Oh get out and cheer up, I’ll show you some nice stuff!” Sniper answered and cut the engine off.

“After you, Mister guide…”

They got off the van. 

“Uhm, I am not really dressed for this, Sniper.”

“Come ‘round. I can lend you some clothes.”

“Non merci.”

[No thanks.]

“You’d rather walk around in yer suit and nice shoes, then?”

“I did not say that.”

“Then c’mere.”

They walked to the van’s back and Sniper jumped in. He rummaged through his belongings and found an old flannel shirt and a pair of jeans as well as some white trainers.

“Here, wear this.”

“I do hope that you are kidding me, mon beau.”

[my handsome one]

“Nah, I’m not. It should be yer size more or less and it’s fine to get them a bit dirty, although you’ll see that we’re not gonna go through any survival things. This is just to show you that you can find as many beautiful things in nature as you can in a city.”

The Frenchman winced.

“Alroight, I can uh… I mean if it helps, I can… Ahem…” Sniper put a hand on the nape of his neck. 

Spy jumped in the van and got close to his lover. 

“Tell me, what is it?”

Sniper glanced over his lover’s shoulder and seeing the door shut, he lowered his head and whispered.

“I… I can remove yer suit for you and dress you up… I-if that helps I mean…”

“Oh I don’t know if that would help.” Spy smirked and put his index finger under Sniper’s chin to push it up until their eyes met. “On one hand, if you do remove my clothes, I might get carried away. Should you proceed anyway, I would find it most enjoyable.”

“Is that a yes then?”

“Oui.”

“Alroight…”

A few minutes later, both men were out in the green. Spy kept his gloves and balaclava on. He took his lover’s hand in his.

“Show me then, please.”

“Alroight, see those trees here, well, you gotta understand somethin’ about the way they work…”

It wasn’t a visit, it was a trek, an excursion, a hike across the green. The Australian unveiled the secrets of the forest, the local wildlife as well as the typical flora around this parts.

“Oh and what is it about the mosquitoes! it’s getting worse!”

“Ah that must mean one thing, Spook, we’re getting closer to some water. Oh, look here, on the ground.”

“What are those fluffy, uhm, mille-pattes?”

“Mill-what?”

“What do you call those insects with a lot of legs?”

“Ah, caterpillars. These are called caterpillars.”

“Why are they so fluffy? Can we touch them?”

Spy got his finger closer to them.

“No, no, don’t! They’ll sting you!”

The Australian took his lover’s hand away.

“And why do they walk in a line like this? They look like they’re queueing for something…”

“Haha, my poor city man, they’re blind, that’s why they follow the only one that has any idea where it’s going!”

“Oh… I see…”

“What do you think about’em?”

“They look actually quite pretty. And very organised.”

“Glad to hear you say it, they’re amazin’ these creatures, see? Blind but they know what they’re doing! Let’s continue.”

“Fine, I’ll follow you.”

The guided tour lasted the entire day and to Spy, it seemed that he had received an entire encyclopaedia of information about the place. Everything had been accounting for, every straw of grass included. The sun was now gently setting in the distance.

“Hungry, luv’?”

The Frenchman raised an eyebrow.

“Did you just call me…?”

“Oh, uhm, sorry, that came out like that, I didn’t think about it, uh…”

“Don’t apologise, now I am quite hungry indeed…”

Spy winked at his lover and Sniper’s cheeks turned red instantly.

“R-roight, uhm, I-I’ll get the fire goin’ uh…”

“Sniper?”

“Yeah?”

“Let me light the fire, please.”

Sniper’s eyebrows jumped.

“You know how to do it?”

“May I try?”

“Alroight, go ahead. I’ll get to the van and arrange some stuff meanwhile.”

A few minutes later, the Australian exited his van again.

“Crikey, you did it! You lit a fire!”

Sniper jumped out of his van and leapt at his lover.

“Mon amour, non-oof!”

[My love]

The momentum of the Australian’s jump made them both tumble and fall on the grass. The Frenchman rolled his eyes.

“Oh now even my balaclava will be dirty…!”

“Yeah, but it’s protecting yer hair! Why are you always seeing the glass always half-empty?”

Spy smiled.

“I guess you are right.”

“Also, did you just call me-?”

“My love, oui, I did.”

“I… I love you.”

Sniper wrapped his arms around his lover and buried his head in his chest as he laid on top of him on the earthy ground of the forest.

“Sniper, y-you are crushing me…”

“Don’t care, I just love you.”

They enjoyed their sausages and marshmallows, sat on a tree log, Spy leaning his head on his lover’s shoulder. The sun had now fully set and the sole source of light on which they could rely was the dancing flames of the campfire that the Frenchman had made. 

“It’s cold now, mon amour.”

“It is. Climb up the van’s roof, I’ll be a minute.”

“The roof?”

“Yeah.”

“But it’s cold!”

“Trust me, Spook, please.”

“Fine. I have been so far so why not go all the way?"

A few minutes later, both men were on the van’s rooftop. Sniper had put the flames out and only the smoke floated in the air, evaporating through the darkness of the night. 

“Here, a duvet, we’ll be a bit warmer.”

The Australian sat next to his lover and threw the cover on their shoulders. Spy snuggled up against his taller man.

“Now look up, luv’. See those stars in the sky?”

“I see them in your eyes.”

Sniper looked down and saw the Frenchman’s eyes riveted on his, his wide black pupils reflecting the moonlight. 

“Oh, uh, they must look tiny on my eyes, uh, y-you better look at the sky to see them better, I think.”

“You are adorable.” Spy took Sniper’s arm in his and looked up. 

“See those stars shaped like a saucepan?”

“Oui.”

“That’s the Great Bear.”

“It doesn’t look like one, does it?” Spy tilted his head left and right, trying to see where on Earth anyone could see a bear up there.

“Nah, it’s true… And that one there, the upside down saucepan, that’s the Small Bear.”

“It doesn’t make any sense, Bushman. Who are these people who decided on that, their vision is terrible! Have they ever seen a bear in real life?!”

“Oi, don’t blame me, I have nothing to do with that, luv’! I’m just explaining it to ya.”

“I know, but still. They should have called it the saucepan and the upside down saucepan.”

“I agree with ya. Now there’s that one there, that’s the Dragon.”

“And unsurprisingly, it does not look like one.”

“Oh cause maybe you have seen a dragon in real life?”

“And what if I did.”

“Oh, shut up and c’mere…!”

They snuggled up closer to each other under their white fluffy blanket and  the dark one God had laid above their heads.

“So what about today? Did you like it?”

“Oui, I think I did. You know a lot of things about this… Nature business…”

“Well, yeah, I’ve lived most of my adult life outside and in me van, so I guess it makes sense.”

“I find this interesting.”

“Is that a way to say that you would like a second trip some time?”

“Maybe, Bushman. It all depends on one thing, you see.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

“The way that you decide to spend this night with me.”

“Well, we’ve got the cover here and no one around for miles…”

The gaze they exchanged in the night sealed their decision and as the day had started with their limbs entangled, it ended the same way. 

[donkey-hyuck]

— thank you ❤︎

~ as i am writing this, i have surpassed 400 followers (now at 402)! i am thankful for everyone who has followed me and followed my passion as a writer. i started this blog somewhere last year (mayb march of 2019??) but unfortunately, i did delete my first few posts— even tho i really regret deleting it in the first place— but they were just not good so ig i had a reason??? however, thank you all for liking my shit haha

it’s kind of upsetting bc i have no asks to actually answer, but half of my followers are moots— lmao—and i’m so glad and thankful for every one of you. you all made me realize that i could be myself and even brought out a side of me i didn’t even knew i had. i’ve met so many good people that i genuinely consider friends and i’m so happy! so a big thanks for my following is all of you!!💗 (not gonna tag ppl bc ion wanna be cheesy😭)

now i have some giftes for y’all! i’ve updated my headers (of which have alr been edited and posted for the teasers), and i have some story ideas and headers alr in mind so i’m just gonna give them to you!

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (song fic; butterflies by queen naija) ↴

genre- angst (in the beginning) || fluff (pray for me)|| lil suggestive || strangers to friends to lovers|| college!au

characters/pairing- basketball player!yukhei x fem!reader || wayv/nct || (more to come..)

— in the midst of your relationship crisis, you’re set up with one of the most known basketball players in the district. though, you were more alike than you thought, yukhei made you feel some type of way; only for the feeling to be reciprocated. and you caused butterflies in each other’s tummies.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (song fic; i.l.y. by the rose) ↴

genre- fluff || angst || idol!au

characters/pairing- idol!jisung x younger, fem!reader || nct || other sm artists

— the reality of the world hit you both in the face. he was an idol and you were just an ordinary person that attended school and just overall worked your ass off. exposed by a dispatch article, there were an abundance of people that said the two of you would never work and that you were too young. yet you and jisung proved society wrong. and after quite the buzz, sm had released a press confirmation that changed your lives; and for the better.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (demi-god!au) ↴

genre- fluff || maybe a lil suggestive || also maybe a bit angst??? || demi-god! au || college freshman! au || e2l! au

characters/pairing- demi-god!donghyuck x fem, mortal!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— his secret was out, but no one cared. in fact, it made them love him even more. the son of nike, goddess of victory. he excelled at everything, only he was the exact opposite of his mother, and you hated him for that.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (criminal!au) ↴

genre- princess! au || criminal! au || angst || fluff ||suggestive

characters/pairing- criminal!hyuck X princess!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— born and raised in the castle, you never really got to experience life out of it. everything you did and learned had to be within the castle walls. yet, you were soon to be the queen, and have barely seen the people living in your kingdom. it was a shame, truly. but one night, whilst tossing and turning in your sleep, the bustle of rope on your balcony had instinctively told you to rise. slowly, opening the balcony doors, you’re met with criminal mastermind, lee donghyuck. you felt attracted to him the minute he spoke. and he promised you freedom from your own people. but he lied about who he was and his past, and when you later found out, you felt so damn naive.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (tv show inspired) ↴

genre- fluff || a lot of action (bc I’m a nerd)

characters/pairing- not a lot of pairing (even tho aang and katara highkey had a thing) avatar!mark x fem, waterbender!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— after accidentally coming across the last air bender with your brother, he is faced with the reality of the world a hundred years later. the fire nation had taken over almost all the villages across the globe. you and your brother had been destined to help out the avatar. and it was the avatar’s destiny to restore peace in the world. now it was time for the avatar to master all elements to defeat the fire nation and end the hundred year war; all while having the smallest crush on said water bender.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (pirate!au) ↴

genre- angst || fluff-ish lol || maybe a bit suggestive??

characters/pairing- pirate!hendery x runaway bride!reader || wayv/nct || (more to come..)

— you were arranged to be engaged to some snobby hero. but he was no hero, he was an impulsive liar. the man only got away with things because of his charm. everyone in the whole town believed what he said, no matter how false it was. the only true thing about him was that he loved you yet you didn’t have the guts to love him back. and on the day of your wedding, things didn’t go as planned and you were stolen as a victim. aboard the pirate ship, famous for its savages, wong kunhang is the captain of the boat and has a huge debt to pay.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (prince!au) ↴

genre- maleficent! au || dark fey! au || prince! au || angst || fantasy || suggestive

characters/pairing- prince!jaemin X fey, fem!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— the boy, na jaemin. ever since he had been born, stories of the fey’s had been the main talk within the kingdom for centuries. and na jaemin was an inquisitive person. so when one of his knights had told him a story about his experience with a fey, his curiosity only grew more. he was a very young boy when he first snuck out of the kingdom walls, out into the forest surrounding it. the rustling of the trees and branches only filled his ears as the moonlight cascaded onto his pale skin. until it was completely covered. since then, years had passed by, and na jaemin finds himself venturing past the walls once more. to find the fey that drew him into the mystical world behind it.

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (from this point on, these fics i just haven’t written down yet) ↴

genre- prince/king!au || fluff || angst

characters/pairing- prince!taeil x seamstress!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— prince moon taeil, now, king. he’d first met you when you were both twelve. living at the orphanage at the time, taeil was amazed at how beautifully skilled you were at your music abilities. his mother and father had always thrived off of the sound and calmness music had brought them. but when he introduced you as a musician, they had refused to acknowledge you and expelled you from ever getting near their son and the castle ever again. but taeil would not give up, because after all those years of listening to you, he’d developed feelings. you were the music notes to his own song; the pauper and the prince. (rough-draft summary)

— release date: to be determined

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

— (song fic; when night falls [긴밤이오면 OST] by eddy kim) ↴

genre- post breakup!au (if that makes sense) || long distance relationship!au || ghost!au || angst :’)

characters/pairing- ghost!jungwoo x fem!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— they said long distance relationships weren’t easy. but after five whole years, you and jungwoo had proved the hypothesis wrong. there was the occasional meeting while you were in seoul but other than that, it was all screens and pixelated lovers. however, when you got moved to a new job, farther than what you had expected, your path was solely based on your career and so you broke up with the man. three years had then gone by with little communication until the second year came and jungwoo completely cut contact with you. but when you came back to visit friends, kim jungwoo’s spirit— who now roams the streets of seoul, korea— notices you’re back; but you never noticed that he was gone. (rough-draft summary)

— release date: to be determined

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— (high school! au) ↴

genre- high school (musical)!au || lots of fluff || a lil angst

characters/pairing- troy bolton esque! chenle, gabriella montez esque!reader || nct || (more to come..)

— after moving across the country, your father was granted an internship. so once you moved to the place you didn’t call home, there was someone that brought it all back. who knew after one interaction would make you feel this way? (rough-draft summary)

— release date: to be determined

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thank you all again!! please look forward to these! i love you to the universe and back!💗