#Very High Actually is like.................idk. starts wailing

[elytrafemme]

ok firstly HI. HI HI HI <333 HI :D

REALLLLL RAEL ASF okay my faves would be like: dog years, letter to God (1974), the end, letter to God (1983), lonely is the muse, arsonist, life of a spider (draft), letter to God (1998)

I LUV READING UR THOUGHTS ON ONLY LIVING GIRL IN LA & HOMETOWN ESPEC when i have listened to the album those two have not been my faves but like... I appreciate the opening being a six minute song u are so real for this and also hometown the refrain the way she sings it is like DEVASTATING augh. Ugh. YEAH!

DOG YEARS IS CRAZY when she was dropping the insta promos i was like oh this is going to be devastating to the culture and it WAS. it's kind of unlocked things in me i fear its like soo good.

EXACTLY EXACTLY WITH THE LETTERS TO GOD EXACTLY!!!!!!!! I think 1983 was my OG fave and agree that i dont love 1998 as much but i think like... first of all crazy cool conceptually to have those but the progression going thru it like u said of I wanna be sick I don't wanna be somebody they're tryna get rid of -> I don't wanna be sick I don't wanna be somebody you're wanna get rid of -> You have to be sick I've finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of . ACTUALLY SEVERELY FUCKED UP OF HER.

the end originally didnt hit as crazy for me and then i relistened to it when the album dropped and i was like what the FUCK man. ending the song on "my treatment starts today" and also making that the first single is genuinely like. halsey u are a fucking genius

Darwinism is such an incredible track when i was first listening to it i was like. the snippet led me in one direction and then i heard the song and was like this is a different direction and iactually love where they took this and i also love them. like musically such an incredible song

LONELY IS THE MUSE IS MY TOP SONG THIS YR IM SO SURE OF IT ive not been listening to it as much since the album dropped (ill explain in a moment) but it is one of the best songs ever written imo. so where do i go in the process when i'm just an apparatus <- this lyric is maybe my fave but even just the refrain being i always knew i was a martyr and that Jesus was one too but i was built from special pieces that i learned how to unscrew so i could always reassemble to fit perfectly for you or anybody that decides that im of use (i might have mistyped some of that srry) like THEY GET IT. THEY FUCKING GET IT!!!! When i first heard it i was like oh halsey just transcribed my life crisis rn ok cool awesome. and then its all i listened to

Shout out to arsonist when i heard a song was going to be fiona apple inspired i was SO EXCITED and like. Fuck. that song is so crazy good i love it so bad. i love the different directions they took all these songs in theyre so unique like fuckkkkk

life of the spider is quite seriously the only thing i have listened to since the album dropped. like occasionally ui'll listen to TGI or like... Two other songs. but i have been looping life of a spider nonstop. u understand me halsey understands me but like this song... again is like oh let's just transcribe mare's current thought process and life crisis and make it a beautiful incredible song and im like okay no for sure. cause i'm the spider in the kitchen weaving webs through every year and i worked real hard on the last one but the last one got me here i'm minding my own business but my presence makes you curse i should be getting better but i'm only getting worse and God how dare i even thinking of choosing here to die cause then i'm just a problem that you have to take outside <- GENUINELY THE MOST INSANE LYRICS EVER WRITTEN. BEST LYRICS EVER WRITTEN. I love this fucking song top 5 songs ever for me like. fuck them seriously for this but also. God. GOD.

NO NO NO TRUE LIKE I FEEL LIKE UGh so much artistry was put into this album they put so much care into every song!!! which is why even though there are some songs that are not as faves for me (only living girl hometown & hurt feelings i am so sorry beautiful beautiful nation) this album is truly a no skip and every single song especially those three have so much love and vision put into them. i'm literally writing a zine article abt this album and im like i have so much shit to say how do i even do this........ also i appreciate what u said about the album order bc i was originally on the fence about whether it was like Purposefully ordered but reading ur thoughts and thinking through it like. yeah! yeah. there's nothing i would change here.

and on the tiktok note genuinely like while halsey obviously does write bops and is a pop artist so they have songs on this album that are like... ego and panic attack where i can see this being like The Hits, it's also so important that this album really ISN'T made to be like a host for a bunch of radio hits. so many of these songs are not palatable for that! they're honest and brutal in a way that can't be easily like commercialized and i dont know thats really meaningful to me too

SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG RESPONSE but i love hearing ur thoughts on music always i am a very loyal arowrath post reader and i saw all ur stuff about TGI and im like well i need to be brave and reach out to him its very imperative for me at this time. sorry for my lengthy yap hehe i hope u are doing so well beams at u!!! <3333333

ps i havent heard any of the extra tracks or the vma performance hwich i need to because my friend told me that victoria de angelis from måneskin is bass for that performance and like i gotta be there man. i gotta

i have been deeply appreciating ur TGI posting and was wondering what ur fave songs off of it are !! - mare

HI MARE im free from academia for the day (FINALLY) so i can answer this yayayaayy

as of right now. and this is in album order And im about to list off like a good third of the album sorry in advance but: only girl living in la, dog years, letter to god 1974, letter to god 1983, darwinism, lonely is the muse, and life of the spider

first of all. only girl living in la is an INSANE way to start an album. Like i knew i was absolutely in for it seeing the track list and that we were Starting with a 6 minute long song i was like Oh she loves me specifically she knew id been tormented by songs that are 2 minutes long for too long. i dont think ive ever finished the first song on an album and been, like, scared to listen to the rest of it before (good thing)

dog years. i canteven say anything yet Like theres no words. probably one of my favorites out of my favorites

letter to god 1974 and letter to god 1983 are twins to me. (well triplets shoutout letter to god 1998 no disrespect to my girl its just the first two are my faves personally) Thank u halsey for addressing the "wanting to get really sick so people would pay attention to you" to "getting really sick and it turns out people kinda dont gaf if ur in ur 20s about it" pipeline

hometown- is anyone else trying so hard to escape their hometown or is it just me and halsey and gerard "i know im never getting out of belleville" way. also i love her voice on this one

darwinism- i was reading it as being about physical disability but apparently she said it was about neurodivergence either way is anybody else feeling ostracized from the rest of society or is it just me and halsey out here

lonely is the muse- INSANE FUCKING SONG vocally lyrically musically everything. when i found out there was gonna be a Whole Album and lonely is the muse was on it i realized i was going to die.and then i did. <3

life of the spider- i knew there was a tori amos song on the album and the one tori amos song im really familiar with is me and a gun so of course i was terrified .and i was right to be. love a song i cant listen to without having a panic attack one of my favorite genres. insanely haunting song i cant really listen to this one casually yet or possibly ever i have to like sit down and prepare. this morning i saw a spider in my bathroom and started crying. tomorrow more of the same. "favorite" not in the way where i listen to it a lot favorite in the way where i can barely listen to it at all

also one more thing i feel like in general the album is organized very well does that make sense. like the songs are in a specific order that is good and makes sense. only girl living in la -> ego -> dog years -> letter to god 1974 is an insane run of songs generally let alone first on the album but also it like. makes sense why theyre in that order. also darwinism -> lonely is the muse -> arsonist -> life of the spider i can say the same of. like yeah thats the exact order those songs should go in. this is really not a Shuffling Album to me at ALL theres a specific order they all go in and i really like that Bc half the time These Days it feels like everythings so focused on having 2 minute long songs with 15 second clips that blow up on tiktok that its always nice to have an album thats like. Ok thankgod they actually give a fuck about this and its not optimized for social media analytics

thank u for reading My essay ^___^<3 u sent this 5 hours ago when i was working on my school stuff and i waslike oh thank god i get to talk about music later. A little treat for meeee to rewind and such.And then immediately i wrote A lot of sentences but, like, for fun this time so it counts as Rewinding

[agustdiv1ne]

here are my thoughts about each song that absolutely nobody asked for but i don't care 🤣

ok GROWING PAINS??? THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN I'M FALLING TO MY KNEES I'M WAILING BC THIS SONG IS EVERYTHING TO ME. i loveee rock music and this is also reminds me a little of what i used to listen to when i was in the deepest trenches of my middle school emo phase (and continue to listen to bc my emo phase never truly left me),, THE GROWL. BEOMGYU FUCKING GROWLED. ME WHEN. ME WHEN. ME WHEN. *INSERT WEREWOLF MEME* i am just. obsessed. absolutely Obsessed. ALSO YEONJUN'S HIGH NOTE????? ACTUALLY FUCK OFF I'M ON THE FLOOR

chasing that feeling is very 80s new wave and it is Everything to me. i could go over everything in the mv but i'm j gonna focus on the song for now. i love the route they took for the tt, it's very like. dreamy? to me?? and laid back and yet it sounds like it would be part of some action movie????? like hero training scene montage and BOOM CHASING THAT FEEEEELINGGG in the background idk...the synths are making me ascend i swear to whatever is above whoever added those synths in the instrumental deserves the best fucking head of their lives. beomgyu opening fairy, bro always makes sure to EAT THAT OPENING BROOO I LOVE HIM. AND THEN TYUN HIGH NOTE WOOOOOOOOO that Healed me...and hyuka's "come and kiss me" YEAH. YEAHHHH. can u tell i'm obsessed w this tt yet???? i need it tattooed onto my ear drums right now

DREAMER MF DREAMERRRR BROOOOOOOOOO i've been waiting for an rnb song like this from them since 20cm i fucking swear. and this just. BLEW ME OUT OF THE WATER,, their falsettos are so mf pretty esp soobin's like his voice was just made for this song bro. i swear. and then we got beomgyu's falsetto too?????? wow. wowowowow. i need more rn. AND THEN YEONJUN BROO CAME IN W THE "LET ME BREAK IT DOWN FOR YOU" AND I'M DYING. LIKE ACTUALLY DYING PLS DO NOT RESUSCITATE

ahahaha deep down is like. so chill and i loveee the beat omfg. like this is a song that i am going to play when i go on late night car rides, bass boosted n everything bc the beat. the BEAT. i need it injected into my veins immediately,, def not like. my fav off this album but i still enjoyed it ^^

ok happily ever after has me in a chokehold rn. i'm being so serious. it's so fun and catchy it's like a little earworm that i can't get out of my head!!!! it makes me wanna dance and sing and AHHHHH. the beginning "oh ma gawd" that was so cute...def my pick me up song bc it's so cute n fun n i definitely didn't expect to like it as much as i do <3 the power of txt <3333 LIFE IS NOT A FAIRYTALE!!!! also soobin's falsetto got me again i'm ascending yet again my friends...i feel like this song is encapsulated by the ✨️ emoji pls don't ask me to elaborate.

SKIPPING STONES. MY ABSOLUTE FAV OFF THIS ALBUM. THERE IS NO COMPETITION I FEAR.....it's very reminiscent of music i'd listen to while growing up esp the songs my dad would share with me...idk why but that connection just makes this song so much more special to me. also sounds kinda like a day6 song and as someone who loves day6 i needed this!! i love the rock influences so fucking much guys i am so obsessed with this song,,,, i need more songs like this immediately. asap. ALSO hyuka's high note. guys. guys. what the fuck. he is such a talented man i cannot rn

as if i could forget about blue spring — when i told u i started crying??? yeah, i started crying right when it started playing. i love them so fucking much u don't understand 😭😭😭 idk why they autotuned my men like that towards the end tho,, but yeah. this will be my official crying song for the foreseeable future 😁

and then. chasing that feeling english version??? hello????? i typically don't enjoy english versions too much but this one is so good omg. i def like the og more but i did enjoy it and it was a nice lil surprise!!!!

i could keep writing more but i will leave it at that. i'm sorry if u read this far u deserve financial compensation for being so strong

[bonefall]

Idk if you’ve talked about her already, but I’d love to hear about BB!Acorn Fur!

And what your thoughts of canon her are too >:D

A summary for the BB changes is coming up in a moment!

In-canon though... I really hate what they did to her. Right after the First Battle, after being forced to dump her parents in a mass grave thanks to Clear Sky, she decides she can't go back to the Moor and joins SkyClan. It's like they completely forgot the past 3 books, and Blazing Star is a brand new continuity

The narrative totally forgets that Clear Sky was 100% responsible for the entire battle, deciding that actually Tall Shadow did this too somehow, because they didn't appease the violent dictator enough. Gray Wing declares, "WE let it get too far" like a Reverse Squirrelflight's Hope, and Acorn Fur decides that actually she wants to move into the camp of the dude who starved her father

But like, at least that IS something, because for being the "adopted sibling" of main character Thunder she sure gets very little screentime.

DOTC hates women too much for me to be charitable about the fact they had two kittens in the Jackdaw's Cry/Hawk Swoop litter, and only gave the boy child important moments with Thunder. Once you start seeing all the misogyny in this arc, it becomes VERY hard to ignore every little detail

But I think what most people really remember about poor Acorn Fur is how vitriolic Moth Flight is allowed to be to her, for the high crime of... being close to Micah

MFV is a painful book. We get to watch Clear Sky be just as bad as he always was, "redemption arc" forgotten, crying and wailing about being told what to do (take this doctor) because he hates foreigners. He mistreats Micah constantly, forcing him to train Acorn Fur so that he can replace him as soon as possible, and Moth Flight blames Acorn Fur for this because she's a woman in the general vicinity

On Clear Sky's orders, Red Claw attacks Micah in a tree while he's collecting sap as medicine, because Clear wants everyone in WindClan to die of illness. Micah dies. From now on, Moth Flight decides that Acorn Fur can't be happy because she hates the person she wants to be her mate, and also Acorn Fur.

The StarClan Dogpile where they chide Acorn like a child is an insulting mess that's meant to be framed as a triumphant moment. "Oh isn't it so nice that finally Moth Flight is getting listened to! You're a moron, Acorn Fur, for thinking you can be a doctor AND a mother!! Everyone point and laugh! Pick, bitch, marriage or medicine!"

It sucks. Everything that happens to Acorn Fur is unfair and ridiculous. The writers barely cared about her from the beginning, only to shovel her into SkyClan where she suffers for it constantly, because Skystar and Moth Flight are both horrible people.

She deserves better than what she got

[stormyoceans]

I have a strange feeling… fear (🤔?) that LT, despite the cool direction, beautiful views, wonderful cast, will not be able to capture me, as it turned out with vv. here I was waiting for every ep with my tongue sticking out, I locked myself in the toilet at work so that no one would bother me for the next 40 minutes, I had to watch ep at the minute of its release, not a sec later, I spent hours on twitter reading the opinions of the same abnormal as me. before that, I had only watched one series with such frenzy. I'm afraid that LT will be good, but… ordinary. and I want to experience a feverish thirst, as it was with vv. but maybe it's for the best. 9 months have passed, I still can't forget vv, bc no new series has hooked me. I can watch them later or skip the ep altogether, I don't view twitter posts. I want something to hit me. please LT all hope is on you🙏🙏🙏🙏

I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN ANON SOMETIMES I WAKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IN A COLD SWEAT WITH THAT VERY SAME FEAR

vice versa was a completely insane and incredibly unique experience, every episode gave me such a high that it would take me DAYS to come down from the sheer euphoric unhinged rabid energies it got me going on, and to think that im here, almost nine months later, still feeling the exact same way about it despite having rewatched the show an embarrassing amount of times is just.. TRULY SOMETHING. no other show has ever been able to captivate me so completely, to the point that i just constantly want to talk about it and share stuff with people and SCREAM AT HOW GOOD IT IS. sometimes it really does feel like nothing will ever come close to it

i guess part of it is also because, to me, vice versa was totally unexpected. i remember i was too busy catching up with other shows when the first episode aired, so i actually started it after episode 2 was already out and went in with no expectations whatsoever. somehow by episode 6 it already had me screaming shaking crying throwing up spinning counterclockwise on the floor wailing every single week and the rest is history

idk if it might be the same for you, but i think this fear i have about last twilight ending up being underwhelming is because, unlike vice versa and despite my better judgement, i actually have TONS of expectations about it, and when your expectations are too high the risk of getting disappointed becomes higher too. however i know jimmysea so much better now, the concept of the show is extremely appealing to me, morkday are already making me deranged in ways i can't even begin to explain, and i now have one thing that i actually didn't have while watching vice versa, which is you guys

now that i think about it maybe it's a bit presumptuous of me to think that y'all are still gonna be here and want to talk to me about it when last twilight airs ;;;;;;; BUT STILL!!!!! i think sometimes sharing the excitement with people is something that can turn a mediocre experience into a good one, so im just gonna hope that last twilight will be a fantastic experience (that will lend me into the psych ward) made even better by being able to share it with you all!!!!!!

[writer-komaru]

Ahh working on so much writing is… a lot.

But it’s fun! Don’t get me wrong!

Tho I feel really bad that I haven’t finished any requests in a while. I’m so sorry to any one who has requested for taking so long! T T they will get done some time, I promise!

The best I can do is provide drabbles durning these trying time while I work on my actual stuff!

Contains spoilers to DR 3 Future arc!

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Words - 700? Idk

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+~ now playing - gentle rain = hoyo-mix ~+

Everyone remembers the scene. It’s stuck in my brain. Every single time I look at him, I can see it playing on loop. And it breaks my heart.

The scene I’m talking about is where Makoto almost kills himself because of despair. And let me tell you, I felt a heck of a lot of despair while watching it.

So imagine this…

You and Juzo were the ones who stopped Makoto from ending his life. Watching Juzo pin the almost unrecognizable man who you’ve fallen in love with since the killing game struggle, cry, and grunt in pain made your heart shatter into a million pieces. It was at that moment your hope had left you. After all those days begging stuck in that god forsaken school, your hope slowly repairing with the help of Makoto’s blind optimism and kind words to you, it all comes to an end as you collapse onto your knees, tears streaming down yours cheeks, but your too stunned to even speak. Just silence as Juzo smacks some sense into him. Even as he returns to his original hopeful self, your despair still consumes you. You slowly get up and walk over to him.

“H-huh?! Ah! Reader, are you okay? Why are you- Ackk!”

Your plan on just walking over to him fails as you fall on top of him, your voice finally returning to you. His eyes widen as you let out a pent up wail, full of agony and suffering. You try to convey your thoughts and feelings in words, but only your loud crying can choke it’s way out of your throat. Hearing your destainful sounds, the sight of you desperately clinging onto him as if he is sand between your fingers, tears and snot dripping down your face, eyes red and puffy from crying so damn hard causes his heart to break as well. Yes, you heard me right, Mr. Sunshine and Rainbows’ heart literally cracks due to your despair.

As Juzo leaves in disgust, you finally find your words.

“M-Makoto… I- Sniff- I-I-I don’t know-Don’t know what I-I would have d-done w-w-without you… p-please I- please d-don’t…. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME!! I-I… I love you!!! S-S-So m-much!! Wahhahhhhh!!

For a few seconds, time froze. You… loved him? Everything made since now. You always stuck by him, during and after the killing game, even before it started. You were so kind to him, you defended him no matter what, you always made him feel less alone. But he never thought you cared about him in that way. The funny part is that he has also had a crush on you since high school.

Enough with the ones got, HC’s are easier

After a long time of comforting you (maybe around 30 mins or something, he really wanted to amen sir you were okay) he apologizes for ever letting himself fall into despair and for the fact you had to see him like that. It must had been very traumatizing. And it was. After that touching moment together as you both hugged while leaving against the wall, still sat on the ground, you decided that after you both got out of there, you would start a life together.

And you did. You both found a place to live at the future foundation, at least what was left with it, and began your healing processes. It took many, maaaaaany nights of crying into each others chests, days off of work, and time spend talking to each other about everything that happened and how you both feel until it actually stated to get better.

Every night you both would fall asleep holding each other tightly, not even daring to let go in case something happened in the middle of the night. And sometimes, you both would have nightmares. Terrible ones. Sometimes, one of you would walk up by screaming while tears gushing down your cheeks, just to be greeted by the other who sleepily held on tight, wishing that all this pain you both experienced would go away.

Those nights turned to few, rare nights. And with months, but most likely years or hard work with therapists, medication, and spending time with each other, you both eventually got to a point where you could wake up almost every morning to be excited for the day ahead of you, instead of scared and dread-filled.

And on the last day of both of your theropods visits, he once again surprised you with how much hope he can bring to you by going down on one knee and asking you to marry him.

Brain Rot <3

[hyetomi]

local florist! jungwon

pairings: gn! reader x jungwon

genre: fluff ! just fluff ! acquaintances to friends / lovers ? idk but it's hinted that their relationship will change in the future

warnings: none

word count: 960 words

notes: i got sidetracked ... so here's a jungwon as a florist au !! inspired by his vlive with cactuses and a prompt i started on twt ! im sorry for any mistakes i wrote this in like 30 mins

"So… what's wrong with my Spider Plant?" you asked, fidgeting with your sweater's sleeves as a nervous habit of yours.

"Alright so," the florist in front of you said, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he fiddled with your plant. He lifted his head after examining it and continued, "I don't know." 

He looked at you, staring into your eyes. You stared at him back blankly. It was silent for several seconds as you tried to comprehend what the boy said. Only when his words fully registered in your mind did you start to freak out.

"What do you mean 'I don't know'? Aren't you a florist?" you shouted in panic.

"I'm new! And I was left in charge by the owner because he has some family matters to attend to!” he retorted. “I literally just started working on the day you came and got your plant! That was like…”

He stared into the ceiling as he tried to recall the day he saw you buy your beloved Spider Plant. You stared and frowned at the boy 一 Jungwon, as seen on his nametag 一 as he tried very hard to remember. Honestly, it seemed as if he had already forgotten about your problem. For a person who was supposed to be helping others with plants, he was terrible at it.

“2 weeks ago! Speaking of, how did you manage to kill your plant within 2 weeks?” he asked with a grin, his adorable dimples showing, only for it to falter when he saw your expression. “Did I get the time wrong?”

“Listen, Jungwon-” you started, but was cut off.

“How did you know my name?” Jungwon questioned, looking at you suspiciously.

“You’re wearing a name tag.”

“Oh.”

“Alright. Listen, Jungwon.” you tried again. “I just want my poor Hank to be healthy again. If you don’t know anything, I’d be better off searching on Google. And, by the way, you have no room to speak about my incapabilities to take care of Hank. I see you tripping over air while trying to reach your canteen table, although that's not too relevant with the topic.”

“How did you know that?” Jungwon asked you, looking at you suspiciously once again.

“We go to the same school. We’re in the same grade, you fool.” you answered him with a flat face, not amused with his words.

“Oh.” Jungwon mumbled, trying to recall whether he had seen you in school or not.

“I’ll give you time to process this information while I search for ways to revive my Hank.” you said, trying not to snicker at his expression.

Meanwhile, Jungwon was trying exceptionally hard to recall whether he had seen you in school. He blames it on his friends. Maybe if it weren’t for them being so hard to control, he would have remembered you. Especially since you were in his grade. How embarrassing of him. 

Honestly, he has never really shown any interest in anyone at school, so he has never bothered to remember the people around him. Except for his friends (he’s not so interested in them either) and his friend’s (namely Sunghoon) childhood friend. What’s their name again? They were very interesting. Actually, to think about it, they looked exactly like you! What if-

“Oh my god. You’re Sunghoon hyung’s childhood friend.” he blurted out.

You laughed. You laughed loudly. 

Jungwon was very embarrassed. How did he not remember you? He slowly sank onto his stool and hid his face between his hands, brown hair flopping onto the table. He knows his face and ears were as red as Rudolph’s nose, it could’ve brought a red rose to shame.

“You don’t have to hide, I can understand why you don’t remember me!” you reassured the poor boy in front of you and tried to stop your laugh, which you failed to do. “Earlier, I didn’t remember your name either, you know.”

“But still… it’s embarrassing!” he wailed, his words muffled by his hands. You laughed harder, making the boy shrink further into his seat.

“Well, you can make it up by helping me heal Hank. I just found out what’s wrong with it. I’ve been making it face direct sunlight.” you explained. “But apparently, Spider Plants aren’t supposed to have the sunlight directly on them.”

“Didn’t Mr. Yoon tell you exclusively to not do that?” he inquired, lifting his head to face you.

You were silent for a few seconds as the boy snorted at your guilty expression.

“Anyways, we need to soak it for a while.” you told him, pretending like you didn’t hear his previous statement.

“I’ll do it, give me Hank and I’ll soak it.” he offered as he lifted the pot off the table.

Jungwon took large strides towards the back of the shop as you watched him carry your cherished plant and tried to revive it.

“My name is Y/N, by the way!” you shouted after him. You walked over to the stool where Jungwon was previously seated and sat on it while you waited for the boy to finish.

“Well, Y/N, let’s get ice cream after this while we let Hank soak! I’m closing in around 20 minutes.” he suggested as he walked back to the front desk.

You thought about it for a while, before agreeing.

“That’s my seat, by the way.” he teased, earning an eye roll in return.

"I'll let you get your stool back. Only because you're cute." you said nonchalantly, smiling when you saw his cheeks bloom and how he tried to hide it by face-planting on the desk.

Let's just say that the flower shop did not get any new customers because a loud, high-pitched scream scared them away.

(And you had an amazing date hangout afterward.)

[ignitedbynatsu]

Little Devils

A/N: @exhaustedpotat0 I hope I exceeded your expectations ����. Fun fact about me; I get story ideas at the most random times during the day, like for example when I’m making chocolate milk, poof there is an idea I’ve been trying to come up with for days (yes I am 20, yes I still prefer chocolate milk above coffee, fight me 🥊). ANyWaz thank you for the request and support!

Warnings: near death experience I guess? Bribing if that’s a warning

Genre: fluff? Crack? Idk tbh 

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"It is time for the annual girls-day!" Cana announced as soon as she walked into the guild.

The Fairy Tail girls had picked a date and proclaimed it as the Fairy Queens off day. That day no girl of the guild would work a job or work at the guild itself. They'd all go out of town and enjoy a peaceful day at a resort.

It would be your first time since you had only recently joined the guild because Laxus had requested it. He proposed the idea since you were a bartender at a bar a couple of streets away. He didn't see the point when you could just work here in the guild alongside Mira-Jane. Everyone knew that the real reason was actually, so he could keep a close eye on you and making sure you were okay, but God forbid he'd ever say that out loud.

"I can't," you said as you separated your boys from fighting. Aidan and Keishi were the spitting images of their father. Both having the same blonde locks paired with two soft eyes matching yours.

"Why not?" Erza asked as she helped you.

"I can't leave the boys unattended" you explained as you picked up the crying child and placed him on your hip while Erza scolded the other.

"Let Laxus do it" Bisca shrugged her shoulder as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Alzack did so with Romeo when he was still a child"

You bit the inside of your cheek as you let the suggestion sink in. Laxus had never cared for the children alone. You were always around, and if for some reason you had to go do something, one of the girls was always there to assist him.

"I don't know" you mumbled as your eyes landed on Laxus that was unbothered chatting with Freed and Bickslow.

"Come on, (Y/N). He'll be fine. He's their dad after all" Levy tried to persuade you.

"Oi! You girls still here? Shouldn't you be leaving for your annual girls day?" Natsu asked, ditching the argument he had with Gray just moments ago.

"That's the plan, but (Y/N) doesn't want to go because she isn't sure if she should leave the kids alone" Lucy explained.

Upon hearing the explanation, Laxus decided to stand up and join the conversation as well "they wouldn't be alone, they'll have me"

"Are you sure you'll be able to handle them?" You asked as you looked up at your significant other.

"Is that a challenge?" He shot back while raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"No! No, of course not. It's just... They can be a lot sometimes" you hurriedly explained at which a soft chuckle left his lips, followed by a kiss pressed against your head "I'll be fine"

"Then it's settled! Let's go!" Lisanna yelled as she linked her arm with her sister, basically dragging the older girl with her as she left the guild.

Erza grabbed your arm, refraining you from turning back "Call me if something happens! I'll be back as soon as I can! I love you!"

And with that all the women of Fairy Tail had left the guild, leaving only the men and children behind.

The first few hours flew by as if nothing had changed, the biggest adjustment being Mira-Jane or you not filling their cups when they were empty.

"I really don't understand what (Y/N) was making a big deal out of. This day has passed by swimmingly" Bickslow chuckled as he placed his foot on the table while leaning back in the chair. Normally you or Mira would've scolded him, but with neither of you being there, he thought he'd take advantage of it.

Karma was lurking around the corner, cause as soon as the words rolled off Bickslow's tongue, everything went South.

Your children started a competition to see who could climb the highest point in the guild. They were both a couple of feet in the air when the youngest slipped, losing all flooring underneath his feet.

Had it not been for Jet's speed, the fall would have been catastrophic. "Not a word to (Y/N) about this"

Laxus was desperately comforting Keishi who was inconsolable as he just saw his short life flash before his very own eyes. Meanwhile, Gray and Natsu were trying their hardest to get the eldest down.

"Aiden! Get down here!" Natsu ordered as he started climbing up as well. The child didn't listen, only climbing higher as he took notice of the struggling adult.

His laughter filled the guild, but that soon turned into screams as the Fire Dragon Slayer got hold of his leg. "No! Let go of me!"

Natsu succeeded in getting down safely along with Aiden that was now also crying uncontrollably, leaving Laxus with two very upset children.

"Mommy!" "I want mommy!" The two cried out for their mother that was unbeknownst to the situation, relaxing in a hot spring a couple of cities away.

Laxus held Keishi close, rocking him softly as his hand softly rubbed circles on his back. He had seen you do this countless times, so why did it seem so hard when he did it? Elfman held the oldest, copying Laxus as good as he could.

"Shouldn't we call (Y/N)?" Gray sighed, annoyance evident on his face as every attempt at trying to calm the boys down seemed to fail.

"No!" Laxus exclaimed, earning him even louder sobs from the young child in his arms. He shushed him before returning to Gray in a lower voice "(Y/N) doesn't think I can handle our children"

"I can see why" Natsu snickered, resulting in a murderous look from the father.

"Freed, can't you put them in like a soundproof box or something with your magic" Gajeel groaned at the loud wails that kept coming from your children.

"You will not do such a thing" Laxus snapped at Gajeel in a hushed tone, already learning from his previous mistakes "I will prove to (Y/N) that I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my boys. Otherwise, she'll never trust me with them again"

"We still have a couple of hours left until the girls come back. We could try bribing them with sweet, perhaps?" Freed suggested.

Everyone turned to look at the green-haired mage as if he was an angel that was sent from up above. "Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"Aidan, Keishi, if you stop crying we'll go get ice cream" Laxus tried and at the sound of the cold deliciousness, their crocodile tears slowly came to a halt.

"Can we have two flavors, daddy?" Keishi asked as he looked at his father with puppy dog eyes.

"No- yes, fine, you can have two flavors" Laxus quickly changed his answer as he saw tears forming back in the corner of his eyes. He knew you'd have his head if you found out. The two boys really turned into little nightmares if they had too much sugar.

"Yay! Let's go" Aidan exclaimed happily, wriggling in Elfman's arms, signalling that he wanted to be put on the ground.

Laxus let both his sons grab a hand as they guided him out of the guild and to the ice cream shop.

"Please don't come back!" Gajeel called after them as they stepped outside the guild, sighing happily at the thought of some peace and quietness.

"Alright, now boys, I need you to listen to daddy for a second" the dragon slayer crouched down to look at them on eye-level while the two carelessly licked away at the sweet dessert in their hands. "Mommy can't find out about today. It was a normal relaxing day without any problems, alright?"

"What's in it for us?" Aidan asked as he looked at his father, still eating the ice cream that had slightly melted on his hand.

"What the- there's nothing in it for you. I am your father" Laxus started but stopped when the boys shared an unimpressed look. For being only 3 and 4, the two definitely had an attitude. "Fine I'll each give you 5 bucks that you can spend in the candy shop"

"10" Keishi chimed in.

Laxus stood perplexed. Was he really negotiating with his own children? More importantly, how was he the one losing the negotiation? "Fine"

The elder mage did as promised, handing both boys their money to which they high-fived. "Let's go back, the girls are about to return home"

Not even 5 minutes later as the three arrived back at Fairy Tail, the girls had returned.

"Mommy!" The two children ran up to you once they caught a glimpse of your face "boys!"

Laxus walked up as well, giving you a soft peck on your lips, earnings fake gagging from Aidan and Keishi "boys that's enough. How did it go, baby?"

"Normal, not much out of the ordinary, right boys?" As on cue, your children nodded their head in agreement.

"Really? So I could leave you more often with the boys?" You eyed him suspiciously, already picking up on his small habit of twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers when he was nervous or lying.

"No! I mean, I think I should help you take care of them more regularly. I'm sorry for ditching you so often to sit with the guys" he apologized at which a small chuckle escape your lips.

You wondered what happened today, but decided not to press it. It will be a secret between all the men at Fairy Tail and you respected it, knowing very well one would slip up when they had a couple of beers too much "it's alright, and I would love that"

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Why the Fuck Did They Have So Many Children: the Saga of Baby Fëanorians

Btw, a clarification: Sindarin is the English-esque lingua franca in this world but the House of Finwë all speak Quenya first because Finwë’s family were immigrants to America or something, idk I haven’t thought about it that hard.

When their first child was born, for the first time in his life, Fëanor started making a conscious and sustained effort not to project his emotions and opinions onto everyone around him. He was NOT going to jeopardize his son’s development like that. He did pretty well, actually! But he still emitted a low-grade force of will oppositional to anyone else’s influence…and everyone who spent a lot of time with him (eg, Nerdanel, Finwë) was already accustomed to maintaining mental/emotional shields…and the new family travelled a lot, and lived away from most people when they weren’t traveling so Nerdanel could work on her art and Fëanor on his inventions in peace…

So young Maitimo only realized he could convince his playmates in Formenos village to do things with more than just his words when he was like 4. He immediately raced over to tell his father, delighted (and relieved!) to be just like him.

In retrospect, Maitimo had been using his power to make Makalaurë stop crying, eat his dinner, play blocks, go to sleep, etc. for the entire 2 years since his little brother was born, and no one had noticed because they all, Maitimo included, just thought he was a naturally superb older brother, and they were REALLY grateful about the ability to stop the baby from crying.

It had been very obvious immediately that Maglor had a natural gift for Singing, you see. His infant wails tended to be Melodic, and they tended to shatter glass.

Tyelkormo learned to crawl, walk, and run with record speed. His superhuman strength, speed, dexterity and durability grew as he did, maxing out around puberty—though he could still train himself greater, like any other human. His enhanced senses caused him some problems when he was younger—he twitched awake at every little sound or odd scent as a baby—and crowds never really stop putting him on edge. But the woods were always a welcoming refuge, and the Wild Hunt even moreso. Oromë granted him the speech of animals in his mid-teens, and Huan as a companion not long after.

They found out about baby Curufinwë’s power when he broke the intricate, beautiful clockwork mobile Fëanor had made to hang over his crib. He’d driven it to keep spinning far beyond its winding, and burst into tears when various pieces finally snapped and went flying. Curufinwë broke, just, so many household appliances before he learned not to poke at things out of sheer curiosity [note: he never actually learned this, not really]. Fortunately, his power included an intuitive talent for putting them back in working order afterward. He was watched VERY carefully before he learned not to touch things—or summon them from tall shelves, etc—that were sharp, hot, etc… He LOVED Fëanor’s workroom(s) but he was NOT allowed in there unsupervised until like high school.

Fortunately for everyone who enjoys living in a stable time-space continuum, Amras’s power requires focusing on a very specific time, down to the second, which requires a certain level of intellectual understanding of measurements of time. So the first time (ha) he time-traveled was when he was 7 years old and having a fight with his twin brother, and, in the moment, violently regretting the words that he’d just shouting and wishing he could go back to the exact moment before he’d said them and stop himself.

So he did. Which thoroughly disrupted the fight, especially when Amrod, trying to copy him, discovered that he could teleport, by focusing similarly on a very specific place he wanted to go…

(That’s easier to intellectually internalize than measurements of time; the reason Amrod had never discovered his power before is that Amrod’s real innate Light-given power is the uncanny luck of dying before experiencing any events that he genuinely wouldn’t want to live through. Or: canary in the coal mine for bad timelines. But one day(?) in the future, Vairë the Weaver will retroactively give him teleportation as well, in mirror to his brother’s time travel—which is why he doesn’t have it until Amras discovers his power.)

Argument totally forgotten, the twins immediately began to experiment—without telling any adults or older siblings, obviously. It was summer break and they were having fun!! It is another literal miracle of Vairë that they didn’t destroy the space-time continuum that afternoon.

Silm Super AU thought of the day: Finwëans develop powers from babyhood, because I love a good “develops superpowers as metaphor for tween coming of age” as much as the next girl, but I even more love “frantic parents trying to manage horde of superpowered children age 0-18.”

This madness is, fortunately for the world at large, mostly confined to Tirion, Finwë’s massive ramshackle manor house and many-acre estate in the foothills of the Rockies. It’s not an ancestral vacation home or anything—well, not of Finwë. I imagine Finwë more in the ‘plucky kid from Brooklyn so heroic that the American government gods gave him superpowers” mold, though not necessarily literally Brooklyn.

I think when Fëanor was born, and his emotions radiated outward to everyone in 20 feet and sometimes his cries shook the walls, Finwë (Lightman??) mentioned half-jokingly on tv or something that he and Seamstress could really use a bigger house, and some totally random mundane human OC businessman whose life he’d recently saved offered a spare 6-bedroom, 50-acre estate 5 miles from the closest town. It wasn’t even a tax write-off, though it WAS an excuse to brag at parties that he was friends with famous superheroes. That guy is actually still a family friend.

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Hello! Would you guys be ok with writing something like sub non binary S/o of both (tfp) Megatron and Soundwave watching them have interfacing? Maybe they are tied up with some vibrator controlled by the other two inside of them? Idk fhfbc this is probably very specific lmao

Being specific when sending a request is GREAT ANON! 💥💥💥~Gregoria🏩

Thanks so much for the request, and we hope you enjoy~Mila💟

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Soundwave's spike has been mistaken for an additional data cable many times during interfacing, causing a number of complications when his partners tried to connect it to ports it was not meant to go in. His cables, on the other hand, could go wherever and however he pleased.

At the present moment, one is tightly wrapped around his Lord's servos, the massive mech kneeling before him, helm bowed and sucking Soundwave's spike, sharp denta grazing the sensitive plating. 

His other cable set a brutal pace inside Megatron's valve, building up the charge and causing an absolute mess on the berthroom floor. Lubricant spills out with each thrust and the moans he draws from his Lord makes it hard to keep still. 

Sending a questioning ping that is answered with eager loosening of the calipers working around him, just enough for him to start a comfortable pace, causes him to grip the silver helm and begin thrusting upwards. 

Megatron moans around him, the vibrations shooting right up Soundwave's spinal strut and back down to his valve, spurring him to increase the pace. 

His charge climbs, and it doesn't take long until his lubricant is filling Megatron's mouth, calipers hard at work to get every last drop of it, the mech swallowing it all greedily. 

When Soundwave's spike returns to its housing, he grips the mech's chin and snaps the grey helm in his servos up, dazed eyelights meeting his visor. 

"Megatron: Overload." 

With that command, his cable thrusts as deep as it can go, the tentacles at the end shocking a cluster of nodes as they reach them. 

The valve cycles tight around him with Megatrons cry, the pressure almost crushing around the cable, sending an additional shock to the sensitive nodes. 

The expression on his face is a gorgeous mixture of both pain and pleasure, and it has Soundwave struggling to not preserve the moment with a picture. 

Instead, his visor turns up to the small perch where the human is bound, their tiny body shivering when they come a moment later, wide eyes fixed on the sight down below. 

The handcuffs hold their hands high above their head, while silver ropes snake their way down their arms, weaving tightly over their torso in a diamond pattern. 

The purple ones around their waist form a harness keeping the toy buried deep inside of them, their legs bound as they kneel and wait for his attention. Drooling around their custom made gag, adorned with the faction symbol that they shly presented to the both of them only a few sessions prior. 

They look stunning everytime they unravel during interface, and this expression of pure delight joins the many others in the seperate folder tucked away in his processor, right next to the files of their suggestions. The newest file being the one that got them in this position. 

"Can we do it without you guys shrinking this time?"

A dilemma that was quickly solved; a front row seat to the best gladiators of Cybertron, fragging in all their glory. 

They seem to enjoy it even more than he expected. 

His gaze flicks away from them, to the still erect spike between his legs. Purple biolights are pulsing fast and the lubricant gathering at the tip is dripping down to the mix smeared on the floor. Just looking at it has his valve cover snapping open. 

He sends a command, easing the cable out of the still clenching valve, loosening the other around Megatron's servos. The silver mech stands with some difficulty and a moment later all but collapses on the edge of the berth, fans stalling and massive chest heaving. 

Soundwave changes the setting of the human's toy to the lowest it can go, offering them a moment to return to their senses, while he makes sure Megatron's servos will be able to support their combined weight. He wraps both cables around the elbow joints, squeezing the metal in a secure grip. Satisfied, he positions himself over the tip of the spike, his own servos gripping the spiked pauldrons. 

He almost groans out loud when the spike's vibrating mod turns to full force, his node brushing against it. His folds smear the clear lubricant back and forth as he rocks, his attention finally focusing back to Megatron's face fully. 

Steam is curling from between the seams of the grey armor, faceplate heated with the bright blue of energon. Red optics dimly pulsing, half choked noises of pleasure making their way past the tightly clenched denta of his Lord and Champion. 

Soundwave swallows dryly.

His lenses focus, enhancing the details, making sure the lighting is perfect for a shot he'll enjoy for eons to come-

When the human lets out a whine and his optics snap away, his visor turning towards them. 

They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, them shrinking away with each silent second. 

He bows his helm in a slow nod of thanks. 

They relax and grow bolder, hips wiggling in place, soft whines muffled by their pretty gag. 

He adjusts the settings of the human's toy to still completely, causing them to let out a muffled wail, and they strain against the restraints.

They did cost him a shot.

The warlord's hips twitch under him impatiently, tip of spike pressing slightly upwards into the dampness of Soundwave's valve, engine stuttering something akin to a growl.

He waits longer than necessary before he connects the toy inside their human to the frequency he wants, and in one swift movement slams himself onto Megatron's spike, drawing a sharp cry from both the warlord and the human at the same time.

He really has to thank Shockwave for his latest gadget. Seeing their human gasping at the stretch Soundwave is actually experiencing, their body reacting as if they themself slammed down on the spike that's nearly three times their size, truly is a sight to preserve. 

When they catch their breath again, he sets a fast pace, the sounds of his lovers a symphony to his audio receptors. 

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Can you please talk more about valerie red huntress symbiote au ? Just general thoughts on how it would work ? I know barely anything about Venom but imagine valerie would get the symbiote from Axion Labs.

OH GOD OH NO OH GOD OH NO I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO BE AN AU I JUST WANTED TO DUNK ON BUTCH HARTMAN AND HIS PLAGIARIZING HABIT AND MY VENOM OBSESSION

First of all: I will be referring to the symbiote as Venom, a la movie canon, because I have a deep and passionate loathing for the past three years of Venom comic canon, do not get me started on this because I will not be able to stop.

Okay firstly: YES Venom totally comes from Axion Labs. I have not watched Danny Phantom since it was actually airing so I'm definitely checking the ole wiki as I write this but apparently Axion Labs was its own thing and then VladCo bought it? Idk how Venom got to Axion Labs, but it got there and the scientists were like "idk wtf to do with this" and just sorta. Put it in a drawer with a label that says "weird space goo" and forgot about it. (That is VERY MUCH a thing that happens in science labs you would not BELIEVE the shit you can run into if you start poking around old storage objects in labs.) And then VladCo buys Axion, and Intern Valerie is helping organize things and she finds the jar of lost space goo. Idk what happens after that; maybe she determines it's some flavor of alive and passes it to Vlad under the assumption that it's a Weird Space Ghost, maybe she drops it and Venom escapes and bonds with her. I don't know, the details of how they get together aren't important IMO, the important part is the interactions between symbiote and host.

Valerie is still in high school and this is very important to me. Depending on what you do and don't consider canon, Venom is between several thousand and six hundred million years old. Depending on what you do and don't consider canon, Venom has BEEN TO EARTH BEFORE! I am of the opinion that Venom is actually extremely knowledgeable about physics and chemistry and other like, not-Earth-specific things, because they're old as balls. So imagine you're in high school and you're in AP World learning about the Vikings, and you hear this bass-ass voice in your head go actually it wasn't like that at all and suddenly you're RELIVING some other creature's memories of fighting Vikings. Or you're in high school and you're in biology watching a video about octopus camouflage and this voice in your head goes we can do that too and your arm turns "invisible". Imagine you're on your period and you ran out of Advil and you think to yourself "I swear to god if this lunch line doesn't move faster I'm gonna eat the kid in front of me" and the voice in your head goes no, eat the one behind you, he looks juicier LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

Valerie and Venom get together way after Danny becomes Phantom. So Valerie has this huge crush on Danny, but then she also hates Phantom's guts. Venom has senses that humans don't so they can tell that Fenton is Phantom, and Venom regrets their life choices re:bonding with a human, because oh no, these bald apes are so fucking stupid. Every day Venom considers informing Valerie about the secret identity thing. Every day Venom remembers that Phantom's ghostly wail is extremely deadly to them specifically. Every day Venom does not tell Valerie about the secret identity thing.

Most of town is probably at least a little convinced that the huntress is some sort of weirdass ghost, because humans aren't that big. I headcanon Valerie as being short but muscular as hell, around 5'4". Venomized Valerie? Pushing 7' and built like Athena. People assuming she's a weirdass ghost pisses Valerie off SO MUCH, and it pisses Venom off too though for different reasons (I AM TAKING VERY GOOD CARE OF MY HOST SHE IS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT ALIVE I AM INSULTED BY YOUR INSINUATIONS THAT SHE IS IN ANY WAY DECEASED)

Oh hey wait, if Venom can tell the Dannys are the same person, Venom can also tell that the Vlads are the same person. Vlad has never demonstrated anything along the lines of a ghostly wail, so his secret identity is NOT safe and Venom tells Valerie what's what. Valerie is so disturbed, but then she decides to give Vlad the Homophobic Rich Grandpa treatment and pretends to go along with what he wants so she can get that sweet sweet tech, then she turns right around and does whatever she wants when he's not looking. Maybe Venom (as in the big lady) and Red Huntress are assumed to be two different people because Valerie works for Vlad as Red but then does her own stuff as Venom?

Carnage. Oh god, Carnage. So, the Carnage symbiote (often referred to as Red, I love a coinkydink) is Venom's offspring. In the comics, it is possible for a host to experience sympathetic morning sickness and shit in advance of the symbiote spawning. Please imagine you're in high school in a small town, and you are nauseous as fuck and having weird dreams and cannot eat enough chocolate (chocolate is a good source of phenylthylamine, which is a neurotransmitter that symbiotes need to eat) and one of your shitty high school friends goes "omg are you PREGNANT" and you know that whatever you say, everybody in the universe is gonna hear it. You've never had sex in your life but you still have a moment of panic like OH GOD AM I THE NEXT VIRGIN MARY SHIT and then your body roommate is like actually, this one's on me. DO YOU LOSE YOUR WHOLE GODDAMN MIND OR DO YOU LOSE YOUR WHOLE GODDAMN MIND. "wait Venom I thought you were a guy" "why would you think that i have a concept of gender" "...your voice is deep?" "humans are so fucking stupid"

The big weaknesses of symbiotes are fire and certain frequencies of sound. Venom is scared shitless of Ember McClain, send tweet.

There's a re-appearing ghost who hosted Venom when they were alive. This could be a canon character or an OC. Either way, the interactions maximally play up the "awkward ex" thing.

A better source of the phenylthylamine Venom needs to live is BRAINS. This is now a ghost hunger AU also and Valerie catches Phantom noshing on like, a ghost deer or something. Cue Venom SEE IF HE CAN DO IT WHY CAN'T WE

Hey Venom's an alien who is old as balls, it's called the INFINITE REALMS, there's probably LOTS of alien ghosts with opinions about symbiotes

One day Phantom gets hurt really badly and Valerie feels bad enough to go save his ass (if only because the only person that gets to kill Phantom is HER tyvm). Venom is very Exasperated Parent about all of these fool human children so they just. Pick him up by the scruff like a disgruntled kitten and drag him to safety.

Venom has a very, very low opinion of the Doctors Fenton. Venom knows one (1) thing about humans and that is Protecc The Children and these morons are continuously shooting at their own child. The only reason Venom has not eaten them is because a) Valerie insists that humans are off menu and b) Danny's ghostly wail is scary. Also the only competent ghost hunters in this town seem to be Sam, Tucker, Danny, Jazz, and Valerie. Valerie why are the only competent people in this town children. "i wish i FUCKIN KNEW"

I'm now headcanoning that Valerie has a Very Southern grandma or auntie just to have an excuse for Venom to learn Very Southern expressions. Please imagine doing something stupid and the alien that lives in your brain stem just goes "oh bless your heart". Please imagine that some asshole yoinked the whole town into the Ghost Zone again and the alien that lives in your brain stem is like "dear jesus give me patience" I just think that would be funny.

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16, 17 (Tweek), and 25 -Batz 🖤💜

fandom asks

16. favorite behind-the-scenes insight ive actually got 2 answers for this !! first off, i love the fact that kenny is based off a Real Life kid trey knew growing up, who was Also named kenny n wore an orange coat that nobody could hear him over And was the poorest kid in town. and i rly love that kyle is blatantly based off matt stone ^_^ i have a big gay crush on matt so obvi that makes kyle one of my favs

17. 3 things you love about [insert character]

1. the fact that he can play piano And sing And act ^_^ i love that artsy little dweeb so much 2. the fact that his tics slowly got better over the years... sobbing n wailing.... AND the fact that he barely tics when hes around craig.... love wins 3. i love that he can kick ass should he choose to ^_^ he could maim someone so easily and i think he deserves to bonus number 4 bc i love him so much. i love that he can bake ^_^ i like to think that he stress bakes and will try out new recipes n then he'll take what he baked to school to let his friends try ^_^ hes god tier actually

25. favorite episode of [insert season] u didnt specify which season, so ill give my favs of each season (below the cut bc this post is getting long) (id also probs do this even if u Did specify which season bc. peace and love)

s1: i cant pick between episode 7, black friday (bc i Love the feel of all the early halloween episodes) or episode 10, damien (bc damien supremacy ^_^ im forever obsessed w the fact that he, the son of satan, has a super high pitched voice)

s2: EPISODE 17, GNOMES !!!!! i think that was tweeks first introduction and as such, its my fav ^_^ i rly love his voice in that ep <3

s3: episode 5, tweek vs craig, bc duh ^_^ the beginning of an era <3 plus its proof that tweek is tough n doesnt need protecting

s4: either episode 6, cherokee hair tampons (bc i love how fiercely stan tries to help kyle + its revealed that kyle has diabetes ^_^ i will forever cry over the fact that stan didnt hesitate to offer his kidney to save kyles life) or episode 8, something you can do with your finger (bc i love their silly little boy band + i love wendy joining their boy band + kyle wanting to be the tough one of the band + randy backstory/him being a lil insane but in a funny way)

s5: episode 3, super best friends ^_^ the origin of stan n kyle being super best friends ^_^ i also kinda love episode 10, how to eat with your butt, bc kenny is very endearing in it And we finally get to see what kyles hair looks like <3

s6: either episode 9, free hat, or episode 11, child abduction is not funny bc theres so much excellent tweek content ^_^ i also like ep11 bc of how dumb the parents are in that one, thats always amusing

s7: either episode 8, south park is gay (the fact that everyone was acting a lil fruity ^_^ gay rights ^_^ and also kyle rejecting dressing fruity and getting made fun of for that. so funny considering the fact that he Is gay, i prommy, kyle told me himself) or episode 14, raisins (bc butters was very sweet that episode + goth stan was introduced ^_^)

s8: omg this ones so hard to pick. i love episode 4, you got f'd in the a, bc stan having to get in a dance battle??? comedy gold. i love episode 6, the jeffersons, bc we stan n kyle being dads to blanket, gay ptide. and then i also love episode 11, quest for ratings, bc i love the guys having their own news team And i love that craig had a show dedicated to just showing cute animals. dork craig rights

s9: episode 10, follow that egg ... more silly little stan n kyle content ... stan gets rly fruity here and im obsessed w it. that whole episode gives me silly little au ideas ^_^

s10: episode 14, stanleys cup. froths at the mouth. that one anon of mine, hockey fic anon? theyre writing a silly little fic based off an au of That episode ^_^ that ep is so quality

s11: goes insane. episode 8, le petit tourette bc i loved seeing cartman in anguish + dork craig content. episodes 10, 11, and 12 aka the imaginationland trilogy bc. god. just so good. i cant even explain it. episode 13, guitar queer-o bc it gives me Another great au idea + stan n kyle are fruity in it. and finally, episode 14, the list, bc there was lots of good wendy content And kyle got a little unhinged ^_^ as he deserves <3

s12: this is another one where its so hard to pick... episode 1, tonsil trouble, bc kyle got to go in attack mode again. episode 3, major boobage, bc we got silly little kenny content ^_^ episode 9, breast cancer show ever, bc thats when wendy beat the shit out of cartman <3 episodes 10 and 11, pandemic and pandemic 2, bc. craig content ^_^ and also ive already talked on my blog abt how its the best 2 parter ever. and episode 13, elementary school musical, bc stans gang was particularly goofy n their musical number was so fun ^_^

s13: episode 8, dead celebrities, bc kyle and ike content!!! i love them so much!!! and also episode 11, whale whores, bc stan Attacked And Killed all for the love of animals, n i love him for it

s14: episodes 11, 12, and 13, tha superhero episodes ^_^ i loved getting to see everyones superhero costumes in action And we got to learn more abt kennys immortality, which was so exciting !!

s15: episodes 7 and 8, youre getting old and ass burgers. starts sniffling and crying and collapses on the floor while sobbing. thats all i have to say about that, peace and love

s16: episode 5, butterballs (bc stan is so! hes just so !!! yknow. the anti bullying song in it is So good, And i live for butters standing up for himself ^_^ also the song at the end is god tier), episode 6, i never shouldve gone ziplining (its so fuckn funny, and i live for the live action bit at the end), and episode 11, going native (bc of that sweet, sweet butters n kenny content ^_^ i also live for butters Attacking in it)

s17: episode 4, goth kids 3: dawn of the posers. probably my fav goth kids centric episode ^_^ its so good n funny

s18: episode 3, the cissy. starts sniffling and crying again, but this time in transgender mode. i also love episode 6, freemium isnt free bc we get another Glimpse into stans issues w addiction ^_^ peace and love on planet earth

s19: episode 6, tweek x craig. love wins, gay ptide, etc etc

s20: um. i actually kinda hated this season. but ig if i Had to choose one, itd be episode 10, the end of serialization as we know it, bc it finally ended that season ^_^ no offense to any s20 stans out there, i just thought it was so boring

s21: episode 2, put it down. tweek n craig content, gay ptide ^_^ this is also the one where we learned that tweek can sing, play piano, And bake, and we also got to see craig learn how to support tweek better, which was very sweet ^_^

s22: episode 10, bike parade. i didnt super love this season either, so its kinda a case of picking the one i wasnt bored with. plus in a way it kinda felt like one of the original episodes, it was like a lil blast from the past !

s23: episode 2, band in china ^_^ we got stans band, crimson dawn !! it was great learning more abt how stan felt abt having to move to a farm, plus butters ripping it on a guitar was so funny. and then randy did stuff too idk

s24: this season has just been the 2 specials so far, but i liked the vaccination special, episode 2 the best ^_^ bc 1, the brovorce arc started, n im rly excited to see what happens with that. and also the way it ended left me hopeful that maybe the shows gonna go back to the way it used to be a little bit <3 i also liked how we saw stan gettin really mentally ill with freaking out over the pandemic, but that mightve been in the first episode instead...

[sparklingpax]

Sweet Bother, That’s What You Are

A.N: 

(starring my two TFP OCs, Paxie and Sharpflint, who will be getting sketch posts um.........eventually o///o’’)

-HIIIIII So. Potentially the first of many drabbles with these two <3 There’s no official story story, really....just whatever comes to mind if I feel like writing it! ^w^

-I actually managed to find the first time I did a drabble for them, idk, kinda dumb, but thought I’d link in case you were interested ^^’’ 

-This one’s kinda dumb too I apologize but I wanted to write it so

-Sorry for grammar, punctuation, word usage, spelling, etc mistakes......it’s late and I’m falling asleep and my brain is on Full Sunshine Happy Things mode so I’m just trying to dump all that into this story >:3 

-What planet are they on that has metallic trees and rocks?? uM?? uh--ok well,,,,,,same planet as the last one sorry I’m not very creative idk why I need so many trees for my writing anyway lmfao akjdjsd

-So when is this set then?? Ok so. After the war; in this universe here, which is not an au btw (or is it?? idk?? the events are assumed to be exactly the same as prime and other aligned continuity stuff just with these two inserted in the background if that makes any sense at all,,,,) Paxie was from one of the first generations after the war; Sharpflint fought in the war as an Autobot so,,,theres that. 

-May I just note for the record so no one asks or makes assumptions, their relationship is fully inteded to be really good friendship & it’s Not romantic. Sorry if I made it confusing in the writing sdjsdj basically I love writing romantic stuff but for once I want to write a Good Friends dynamic ^w^ hope thats okie!

-Also no Sharpflint is not actually old, he’d be more like a 35-year old and Paxie’s might be 25-ish. If you wanted to visualize it in human years I guess because we’re all........human..? She’s just fooling around 😹✨

-SHOUTOUT TO Y’ALL WHO ENCOURAGED ME TO START POSTING MY DRABBLE IDEAS!! I hope I do not disappoint too much ^^’’ 

-hhhhh & it be Short™ o///o but I hope you like it!!! thanks for reading!!! :)

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Paxie kicked a stray rock back into its place on the side of the road and pouted. Arms folded behind her back, she did her best to tune out whatever Sharpflint was on about. Why?

“—and Primus fragging heck, Paxie, you know that as your friend—no, respected elder and mentor—I do not want to find your corpse on the side of the highway because you refuse to learn that—”

Yes. That. Because he was lecturing her about how strongly he disagreed with her personal stance in the Natural Form movement. However, she was not truly annoyed at all. It was a peaceful afternoon and she’d managed to convince Sharpflint to ditch patrol to walk with her. 

I’m going to have some fun here--after all, I’m giving up my free day, the one day I don’t have classes!!

Suddenly, one of his words registered in her mind and she got an idea. 

Paxie tapped his arm. He came to a halt alongside her, breaking off abruptly to give her a scathing ‘WHAT.’ However he swallowed that, too when he saw her face.

“You got one thing right, salty engines,” Paxie started, feigning frustration.

Sharpflint narrowed his yellow optics—he absolutely detested that ridiculous nickname.

“Oh?” He muttered back, half annoyed. “Enlighten me.”

Paxie shook her head, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, you’re old. But you’re not my mentor—you’re too old to be my mentor. I’d need a spry, young, whippersnapper like myself! In fact—wait—”

She did a shushing motion and looked around. Sharpflint moaned quietly, rolling his eyes hard. He waited for her to continue roasting him.

“Yes…yes, I can hear it!”

He decided to play along, folding his arms as he towered over her. “Hear what, Paxie?”

“Listen!! I can hear the high concentration of salt in your attitude rusting your rotor blades!!”

Frag me, Primus why.

“I can hear it from a mile—”

Sharpflint picked her up, smirking as her words melted into surprised yelping. He hoisted her over his shoulder, gripping her legs as the rest of her body hung over his back, and eyed the tree a small ways ahead of them. His grin grew wider.

“Old, huh?”

“Yes!!” Paxie was laughing now, gasping for air.

“Well, then, I’ll just show you how us elderly were taught to run!”

“FLINT!!!”

He swung her in a circle before racing ahead to the tree, prompting more giggled cries. His eyes glinted while his shorter friend shouted, playfully indignant, and demanded to be put down.

“I’ll snap you in two, you robot stick!!”

“Try it, tiny!! You’d barely leave a scratch!”

“OH—” Paxie narrowed her optics and whacked his green plating, still laughing. “SO SAYS ‘MR. INSULTS ARE RUDE’!! WOW!!”

Sharpflint let out a laugh himself, reaching the tree. Sure I said that, but I never said I couldn’t joke around…

“Hey, what are y—WAHHAHHHHHNOONONO—”

The two mechs had made it to the tree, so Sharpflint naturally tossed Paxie just high enough for her to land in one of the branches. As he’d hoped, she latched on and balled up against the metallic surface, optics wide with shock.

Take that, you adorable little scrap. Sharpflint nodded to himself, placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head back to take in the view. Paxie started giggling again, wailing down at him to help her off the branch .

“I’m only as old as the middle of the Great War!”

“You’re a salty, rusty sack of bolts!!”

Sharpflint sighed, turning away. “You and Mr. Tree can keep each other company until I come back here for patrol….” He pretended to think deeply, then calmly finished, “Four days from now.”

“Fine! You’re only as old as the youngest old bot from the war!!”

“Three days.”

“You’re a not-so-old dork!”

“Hmmm….” Sharpflint let the silence sink in, as if he were actually deeply considering her words. Paxie sighed audibly.

“You’re my favorite old dork--the best friend I could ask for!”

At this, Sharpflint turned and regarded her, beaming down at him. He unfolded his arms, chuckling lightly.

“I was going to let you down anyway, you know..” he said a little more quietly, feeling a little warm after her previous comment. The purple-white mech grinned back down at him.

“I know! I just wanted to say!”

Paxie was his closest friend, even if she was young, and didn’t know how bleak life could be—which was half the reason they ever got into fights in the first place anyway. Sometimes it’s hard to see eye-to-eye with someone who’s led a completely different life than your own. Both Sharpflint and Paxie were aware of that.

All that same, she was sunshine and openness.

Paxie was…simply put, a great friend.

Sharpflint cracked a small smile—not a smirk, but a real smile.

“You want to meet again at Silicon’s tonight?”

“Only if you’re paying!”

Sharpflint heaved another sigh, slumping over. Well, what else was to be expected? After all, the helicopter mech had thrown his friend into a tree. He couldn’t say no.

Well, no, he could, really should...but it would be rude—

“Oh, dear Primus,” he murmured under his breath, continuing to gaze up at Paxie, still hugging the tree branch for her dear life.

“Yay!! Silicon’s!!” Paxie cheered like a young sparkling, then cut herself off as her celebratory motions caused the branch to sway a bit too much. 

“Thank goodness for frequent paychecks…”

But above all, thank goodness for friends. Especially the ones that drive a bot nuts. Paxie, I’d give my life for you. 

[lovingmyselfcore]

Chapter 2

Did I only have 800 words of this until like two hours ago? Yes. Is it after 2 am? Yes. Could I have done school work instead of this? Yes. Should I be posting this now and not wait until morning when I can proofread religiously? Probably not but it’s here anyway. Is this unedited? Mostly. Do I have a beta? Never. We die like men here. Is this chapter good? Idk. Is it? 

They were all riding on a high as they drove back to the rink.

Nico couldn’t tell who it was, but someone was definitely screeching. Hazel had an arm slung across his shoulder, she wasn’t exclaiming her excitement, which he appreciated, but every time someone mentioned their win she squeezed his shoulder. Which was a lot. 

“We should facetime Annabeth,” Piper McLean called loudly in order to be heard over the excited screaming.

“Yes.” Hazel nodded, “But I feel like we should wait-” She winced when someone accidentally elbowed her in the ribs, “Until we get back and out of this van.”

Nico nodded his agreement, curling back from everyone as best he could. It wasn’t that he didn’t share their enthusiasm but they were too loud about it. Way too loud.

Hazel angled herself in front of Nico when the clamor picked up a new wave. It didn’t do much to shield him but the sentiment was appreciated. 

The van rolled to a stop in front of the rink and they all pushed their way out. He saw Piper wave to the driver before racing inside.

“Let’s put all our stuff in the locker rooms then meet in the lobby and call Annabeth before we call it a night.” Hazel flashed him a smile as they separated.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Annabeth!” Hazel exclaimed when the other girl finally picked up. Annabeth honestly looked like she’d been through some shit these past few days. She set her phone down as she wrestled her hair into a ponytail so all that they could see was the white ceiling and the occasional flash of Annabeth’s elbow.

Annabeth picked her phone back up and smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “How’d you guys do?”

“We won!” Came a chorus of shrieks.

Annabeth laughed, “That’s amazing. I’m not surprised either, you had Nico.” She winked at him and Nico allowed himself a small smile.

Thankfully, the attention was directed away from Nico when Piper spoke up, “Annabeth, you don’t look so hot. Is everything okay?”

Annabeth grimaced, “A little better.” When it was clear she wasn’t going to elaborate the conversation went back to their win.

“Nico was amazing out there, you should have seen him,” Calypso said and the others voiced their agreement.

Nico hung his head to hide his flushed face. 

He heard Annabeth laugh, but it wasn’t mocking. “I’m sure he was.”

When Calypso yawned, despite her best efforts at hiding it, it spread around the group quickly.

Annabeth laughed, "You guys should all go to bed. I'll talk to you later. And congratulations on an amazing job, I'm so proud of you."

They said their goodbyes, some waves, some blown kisses, and some mimed hugs.

Nico stood up and side-hugged Hazel, waving goodbyes to the others, and left the rink. He almost sighed at the comforting sight of his motorcycle. It had been a long day, and he just wanted to relax.

~~~~~~~~~~

Nico got home and automatically knew something was different, as he took off his winter coat and hung it up he scanned the hallway and what little he could see of the living room. “Dad?” He called, “Persephone?” He didn’t expect them to respond, it was late and they both worked in the morning.

Someone was in the kitchen, though, and he walked lightly. When he finally saw her he sighed with a light laugh. “Hey, Reyna. How did you even get in here?”

She turned from her rummaging in the cabinets to grin at him, “Don’t worry about it.”

Nico jumped up to sit on the counter, “Oh I already know how. ‘Sephone and Dad love you.”

Reyna laughed, “That they do.”

She went back to her scavenging and he was about to ask if she was looking for anything in particular when she spoke, “We didn’t get to talk after the performance but you killed it out there.”

Nico looked at her and let himself smile a little and even though she wasn’t looking at him she smiled. “Yeah?” He asked, turning so he couldn’t see her face and if she looked over she couldn’t see his.

“Of course you were! Nobody expected any less, except maybe you.” A hint of sadness in her voice that Nico had no idea what to do with so he ignored it.

“We called Annabeth once we got back to the rink, that’s why I’m later than I normally would be.”

Reyna hummed, finding a box of cereal and holding it triumphantly in the air.

“Cereal? Why.”

She stuck her middle finger in his direction at his tone as she tore the box open.

She gestured and he got the memo, sliding off the counter and walking with her to his room.

“How is Annabeth anyway?” She sat down on his bed, sticking her hand in the box of cinnamon toast crunch. 

He sat down next to her, taking his shoes off and tossing them in the vague direction of his closet.

“She’s doing okay, I think. You know, considering.”

Reyna nodded thoughtfully, “Did she say anything about how they’re doing? How Percy’s doing?”

Nico shook his head, “Not explicitly. It didn’t look like she’d been crying though so that could mean everybody’s okay. All she said was ‘A little better’ so,” He trailed off, watching amused and Reyna ate dry cereal with a serious expression on her face.

“Don’t judge me, Di Angelo.”

“I’m definitely judging you.”

She shook her head ruefully, “I know you are.”

“So, talking to anybody I need to know about?” She said suddenly.

Nico snorted, “Nope. You?”

She sighed, “Me either.” She slid along the bed until she was laying flat on her back, spilling some of the cereal in the process. “I never have luck with love.”

“Well,” Nico said, taking the box of cereal from her before she could make a bigger mess. “Let’s make a pact. If we’re both single by the time we’re 30 we’ll get married.”

Reyna tried to snatch the box back from him but he held it away from her, “Promise me.”

She sighed, “27?”

“Sure.”

“Great. I can’t wait to marry you.” Her laugh was full of exaggerated pain. “Now give me back my cereal. I’ll kill you.”

“Why do I feel like you're on something or drunk and are just hiding it from me.”

She narrowed her eyes and kept her hand out until he returned the cereal. She smiled like a child and was about to stick her hand back in when her phone started ringing.

She dug it out of her pocket with murder-eyes and murmured a curse before answering, “Hey, Hylla.”

Nico raised his eyebrows in slight concern. Reyna looked like a scolded puppy.

“Yes, Hyl. I know it’s late. Yes. No, I’m running away with the wolves.” She ended drily. “I’ll head home, I promise. No, I’m not lying. I’ll leave soon.”

She looked at Nico once the call ended and wailed dramatically.

“You are drunk aren’t you. You’re not acting like yourself at all.”

“Maybe a little,” She whispered. “I just felt lonely for some reason.”

Nico pursed his lips, “Yeah. I get that. And I’ll drive you home, I’m not letting you drive.”

She smiled and opened her mouth but Nico cut her off, “Yes, you can keep the cereal.”

~~~~~~~~

The next morning Nico came downstairs to breakfast waiting for him. His Dad and step-mother knew that the forced family dynamic where they ate together made him uncomfortable, he’d never had that and it didn’t fit who they were anyway.

But there was a plate of breakfast for him. 

Persephone was sitting on the couch, hands curled around a mug, eyes closed as she soaked in the sunlight in a fashion that was very similar to her plants.

She opened her eyes when he came downstairs and smiled warmly, “The food’s for you. You can take it upstairs if you’d like.”

He nodded thanks and was halfway up the stairs again when she spoke, “You did amazing last night. Really. It was breath-taking.” She was looking at him.

“Thank you,” He turned away, voice hoarse.

When he looked back her eyes were closed again.

~~~~~~~

Nico was sitting at his desk, picking at his half-eaten plate and half-heartedly doing the work he should be paying a lot of attention to when his phone buzzed.

Will Solace: Hey, I know you don’t really know me but I go to the same rink you do. I saw your performance last night, it was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen.

Immediately Nico clicked on his profile and stifled an actual gasp. It was the cute hockey player who indeed played at the rink. The same hockey player who’d found Nico having a panic attack outside and talked him through it. The same hockey player whose eyes Nico could feel on him when he was skating. The same hockey player that when given the opportunity, Nico couldn’t stop staring at. And he had reached out to Nico, admittedly just to compliment him, but he hadn’t even brought up what had happened outside.

Nico Di Angelo: Thank you. I appreciate it.

Will Solace: Of course, you deserve it.

Nico didn’t know how to respond to that but his thumbs hovered over the small keyboard anyway. He was saved (or damned, depending on how you look at it) when Will messaged again.

Will Solace: I know we’re not supposed to be friends, but do you think we could be? You seem really cool.

Nico froze in the spot and it seemed like he forgot how to breathe. His thumbs hovered again before he exited the chat.

He spun around in his chair, “Pick up.” He whisper-begged, “Pick up please.”

“Hey, Nico! What’s up?”

“Hazel.” He gasped in relief, “Help me.”

“With what?” She asked, her voice going very low.

“I- um. Can you come over? I need you and Reyna.”

“Of course.” She said immediately. “Are you in any imminent danger?”

“What? No.”

“Oh, thank god. I was really worried. I’m coming as soon as possible,” She paused, “I’ll be over in like 15 minutes.”

That was basically how the conversation with Reyna went too, and soon Nico was left in the silence of his room, twiddling his thumbs and waiting for his basically-sisters to help him with his. Guy problem? No. This dude literally said the word friend. Why was this such an issue? He tried to logic this with himself but it didn’t work, he couldn’t respond on his own.

“Nico!” Persephone’s voice carried. “Reyna and Hazel are here!”

“Thanks!” He called back. He was never sure what to call her. Mom didn’t work, that was reserved for his birth-mother, who’d died a long time ago, but calling her Persephone didn’t feel right either, she was too much of his mother for that. Why was he even thinking about this?”

When Hazel and Reyna came into his room, they both looked like they’d fought hell to do it.

“Did you run here or something?” Nico asked. 

“Pretty much,” Reyna said, sitting at the edge of his bed. 

Hazel nodded her agreement and sat on the opposite edge of his bed. “We were worried.”

Looking at them both, he could tell they definitely had been. They’d dropped everything to come help him, and he hadn’t even explained what it was he needed help with. That thing curled around his heart and squeezed.

“It’s okay. Seriously. It’s just,” He trailed off, deciding to just show them. He handed his phone to Hazel first.

Her eyes lit up and she was laughing as she handed the phone to Reyna. “Nico, do you like this guy.”

Nico felt himself go red, “No! I just, I- '' He was so flustered and the way Reyna was looking at him and clucking her tongue like a (somehow) simultaneously proud and disappointed mother hen was not helping.

“This is adorable,” Hazel said finally.

Nico groaned and buried his head in his hands

Reyna nodded her agreement, “Nico, babe.” She and Hazel looked at each other, silently communicating. “This Will guy isn’t even asked you to fuck him or anything,” Hazel went light pink, but it was nothing compared to the flush on Nico’s skin. “He’s asking to be friends, talk to you a little more.”

“I can’t.” Nico said, “He’s a hockey player.”

Reyna shook her head sadly, “I hate that rule.”

“But it’s a rule,” Hazel mumbled.

“When have you not broken rules?” Reyna asked with a pointed stare.

“I can’t handle the ‘scandal’ that would be. The consequences. And besides,” His voice dropped about 8 octaves, “I’m not even out to some of the team yet.”

“Yeah, that makes sense. So,” She handed his phone to him, “You don’t have to block him yet or anything but you just don’t respond.”

Hazel nodded her agreement, and then Nico did too.

Reyna clapped her hands, “Great. Now,” She slid back so she was sitting up against the wall, “We’re all here so let’s just talk about random bull.”

“I like that plan.” Hazel spread herself out on the bed until she was comfortable.

Nico stood up from his desk chair and wormed his way between them. “Me too.”

~~~~~~~~~~

It was two in the morning. Prime time for bad decisions.

Hazel and Reyna had left a while ago, but once they left, he’d finally focused on the work he should be doing, pushing Will and everything out of his mind.

He’d resolved it in his mind, he just wasn’t going to message him back. That was it. The chances of seeing him again, especially without anybody else, were very, very slim. So. It was fine, no worries.

Until the clock hit two AM. Nico was sitting in the dark of his bedroom, staring at his phone. What was he doing? This was such a mistake.

Nico Di Angelo: You seem okay. So, yeah. We can be friends. But, nobody can know. We're not supposed to be able to stand each other.

For some, god-forsaken reason, Will responded only fifteen minutes later.

Will Solace: Thank you? Of course. :)

Nico cursed himself silently. What was he doing? He could get in so much trouble for this. In many different senses of that phrase.

When Will friended him on Snapchat and then sent him an insufferably adorable selfie Nico couldn't bring himself together.

This was a mistake, but this boy had helped him, had thought that his skills in the rink were amazing, and Nico couldn't stop texting him all night.

[unicyclehippo]

for a prompt like. jes goes to bed early and beau figures she’s just talking to the traveler, when she goes up she hears her talking to marion about beau and she’s just like oh. in my head it was sending but more content if they’re in nicodranas.,, idk u decide! idk how to sign this off so.,, may your microwave work for the foreseeable future :) okaybye!

they’ve been in town for a couple days and it’s great, it’s really great. nott is veth again and she’s all but disappeared with yeza and luc, spending all her time with them on the beach and in their rooms, hearing all the stories luc has about everything he has seen—twice. jester is likewise absorbed in spending time with her mum and so it’s just beau, caleb, fjord, yasha and cad. which is actually most of them but it feels odd, missing their loudest members. they spent the day—last of the three they set aside for a small vacation before orly is set to take them east to the volcano—at the beach, mostly, and then in a bookstore for a faintly smiling caleb, even though they all smell of seaweed and salt and they’re leaving sand behind them wherever they go. when he’s content and the books hidden in fjord’s bag of holding, they lose themselves in the warren of winding streets and find the diviest of bars to drink in until the whole world is warm and slightly blurred and they fling arms over shoulders and walk in a stumbling lockstep back to the chateau, not nearly drunk enough to forget the way back, not drunk at all. just—content.

jester meets them at the bottom of the steps, her hair in a new style that makes beau blink and then wink each eye in case that’ll help her focus.

‘you - changed your hair,’ she blurts.

caleb, whose shoulders her arm hangs around, staggers when she lurches forward a step.

jester lifts her hand to the short ends, runs it through the shorter curls. it’s been cut into a sweet bob, one that frames her heart-shaped face and—

‘is it bad?’ she asks, nose crinkling with worry.

beau blinks stupidly at her. ‘no,’ she says.

jester waits. then, ‘oh. okay.’

‘looks good, jessie,’ fjord calls. he looks suspiciously put together and beau wonders if it’s a paladin thing or if he’d been smart to let her win their drinking contest. she’s still thinking about it, and grinning because it had been a good, fun night, when he asks gently, ‘ready for tomorrow morning?’

‘oh. well, yes and no. i’m excited to go to traveller con of course but,’ she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. shrugs delicately. ‘i always miss my mama.’

there’s a round of nods.

beau stares at jester’s curls. her fingers burn to touch them, to feel if the curls are actually heavy or if it’s just the way they fall, if they’re as soft as they look.

‘we should—get to sleep,’ caleb says, and the words slur the slightest bit with alcohol and a weighted accent. ‘jester, the hairdresser must be a transmutation wizard. they have changed you,’ he says, and then laughs a quick laugh, which he quickly contains. but his eyes are happy and that has everyone laughing too.

‘that’s a terrible joke,’ jester tells him. ‘go to bed, all of you. and caleb—teleportation circle for tomorrow’s spells.’

‘ja, ja, i will remember.’ he taps the side of his long nose. ‘i remember.’

he and fjord and caduceus begin to climb the steps to their room. yasha makes excuses oddly fast to follow, and beau catches her eyes as she slides behind jester. yasha shoots her a look beau can’t decipher and the woman must realise that because she sighs, smiles, and continues on up the steps.

‘did you have fun tonight, beau?’

‘i missed you.’ jester eyes widen slightly. beau hurries to explain. ‘not that it’s not cool that you spent it with your mum, of course you should do that, we all know you miss her heaps which is - wow - really nice, actually? and she loves you so, duh. it’s just,’ beau shrugs, and she thinks maybe she’s a little more drunk than she originally thought because the slow clumsiness of it is catching up, makes her feel a little awkward in her own feet. ‘it’s different without you an’ nott. veth. i guess it’s not as fun for you ‘cause you don’t drink but there were card games you woulda liked. and it’s—we were just hanging out, y’know? ‘s’not the same without you. nicer when you’re there.’ she smiles then, and when jester just stares at her, she smiles wider, trying to push all the sincerity as she can into it. jester loves nicodranas and her mum, beau knows, and she’s not afraid that jester will stay behind, certainly not so close to traveller con, but beau thinks it’s not a bad time to remind jester that actually they all really, really adore her and she was missed.

the re-doubled smile must work because jester blinks a few times and then returns the smile.

‘beau,’ she says teasingly, ‘you’re so sweet when you’re drunk.’

‘i’m not that drunk.’

‘you’re pretty drunk,’ jester tells her with faux solemnity. ‘want me to take you to bed? i mean, to bed! like, to your bed to sleep.’

beau grins. ‘you’re blushing.’

jester scowls. ‘no.’

‘mhm.’ she steps closer. taps jester’s cheek. she’s gentle about it, pushes all her attention to it so she doesn’t drunkenly jab her hard. it has the effect she intended—soft, not painful—and one she didn’t, in that she feels with perfect clarity how soft jester’s cheek is, the warmth of her flush. she lets her finger drop. wavers a little where she stands only a few inches from jester. ‘um. i can make it,’ she tells jester. ‘you came down for cookies, right?’

jester frowns. ‘how did you—‘

‘not as drunk as i look,’ beau tells her cheerfully. ‘we definitely caught you out, you were trying to be sneaky ‘bout it. it’s after dinner and you’re better about sweets when you’re with your mum. an’ you were talking about ‘em this morning.’ jester stares up at her, shakes her head slowly. she looks confused, and really pretty, and beau is filled with sudden warmth at the idea of knowing someone as well as she knows jester. ‘have fun, drink some good milk. you would’ve hated the bar, the milk was bad.’

‘you had some?’

beau shrugs. ‘i ordered one for you, forgot you weren’t there. we all drank some.’ she pulls a face. then kisses jester’s cheek, presses her own flushed cheek to jester’s, who holds very still.

then, beau carries herself happily up the stairs and to jester’s room, collapsing boneless to the bed.

//

her head feels like it’s been filled with angry bees when she wakes. that might be the dream she’d had. her mouth tastes like she licked a dirty boot, too. disgusting.

if she holds herself very still, though, she can ignore all of that and maybe, maybe, fall back to sleep.

just as she thinks about it, beau knows it’s not gonna happen. her neck cricks and her bladder screams from the pressure and so with a groan she rolls to the side and carefully stands. her headache pounds a little more forcefully but it’s far from the worst she’s ever had. a little water and she’ll be grand.

speaking of water.

beau adjusts her pants back into place, wipes wet hands absently on her shirt as she leaves the washroom, steps out into the hall. it’s early still and the chateau is still. quiet. faint music and conversation lifts up to jester’s level from the one below and beau follows it like she’s caught.

by the time she has come down the stairs, she knows it’s marion’s room, and knows the voices are hers and jester’s. she thinks about turning away but the sun has started to lift and she knows jester hasn’t started to pack. how she had managed to scatter her things literally everywhere across the room beau can’t begin to understand. she’ll peek in, remind jester about it, head down for an early run on the beach maybe. and breakfast. the chateau does a damn good breakfast.

‘—don’t know what to do about it.’ jester, beau’s mind supplies. distressed.

‘what do you want to do about it?’ marion. decidedly not at all distressed. amused?

‘i don’t know,’ jester wails. ‘why can’t this be easy?’

‘the worthwhile things in life rarely are, little sapphire.’

beau grins. jester will hate being told that. her grin widens when she hears jester grumble a reluctant agreement; in her mind’s eye she can see her clearly, nose crinkled, grumpy face on, strewn over one of her mother’s fainting couches maybe.

‘can’t you just tell me what to do?’ jester wheedles. ‘you know everything!’

‘about sex, perhaps. about love? not as much as i would like.’ the room is quiet for a moment, and beau thinks her suddenly racing heart will give her away. love? they’re talking about love? ‘matters of the heart always seem simple from the outside. when you’re the one tangled in it, it seems impossible, doesn’t it?’

jester makes a pitiful sound of agreement.

beau nearly does too.

‘well, what do you think then? even if you’re on the outside?’

‘i think... that you could do far worse.’

‘mama.’

‘what do you want me to say, jester?’

‘the truth!’

‘the truth?’ marion asks in an arch tone, and oh beau is less familiar with her but jester is not so removed from her mother that she can’t imagine it. the cool look, the raised brows, the pursed lips as the expression coalesces into one simple question—are you sure?

‘please, mama.’

‘very well. i don’t think you would have come to me all in a flutter if you weren’t feeling something. and you obviously hold her in high regard, or you wouldn’t have spent all of the last two days talking about her.’

‘i didnt—not all,’ jester denies, weakly.

‘you spoke of her a lot, my darling,’ marion tells her gently. a moment passes, then, ‘i think you enjoy her attention. i think you care for her very much. and i think you know how she cares for you. didn’t you tell me you thought she was going to kiss you?’

‘you should have seen the way she smiled,’ jester whispers. ‘beau was—‘

the mention of her name breaks the spell beau was held by, frozen in place listening to the conversation play out. guilt mingles hot with hope and fear, churning in her gut, but she manages to step back softly, and again until she reaches the stairs. she takes the next flight quietly before all but sprinting down the rest, flying out the door.

a run. a run along the beach. she’ll forget all about this and when she comes back to breakfast, she’ll be ready. she won’t encroach on jester, she won’t upset her with what she had hoped had been subtle. she’ll be better about it.

the sand crunches beneath her boots, the tide washing it harder underfoot than the soft white dunes, and beau runs.

[hopecountysfavhoe]

‘Cold’ Chapter Fifteen Pt. 1

Rating: PG13? Idk it’s mild

Word count: 2,176

     That night the Deputy fell asleep on the couch. It wasn't a great couch but it was better than that clinic bed. She was comfortable enough, at least until she heard Carmina crying from her room. Remembering what she told Kim about how she'd help with Carmina, the Deputy slid out of her blanket and shuffled her way upstairs.

     She didn't want to wake up Nick and Kim if they weren't already awake so she quietly crept into Carmina's room. Carmina stood inside her crib while holding onto the side bars. Her tiny lungs were so strong, and so loud. It was incredible.

     When Carmina saw the Deputy she let out another wail, making sure she knew she wanted attention. Now, the Deputy didn't know the first thing about how to be a good parent. Her mom wasn't exactly the pinnacle of motherhood and she didn't even know her dad so when she was around Carmina it was all a crapshoot. She just knew what not to do, and what Kim told her to do.

      For some reason Carmina has been extra clingy lately according to Kim, something about sleep training, honestly the Deputy couldn't really remember. But she was going to be leaving tomorrow and one night with her goddaughter didn't sound like the worst thing in the world. So, she walked over to the crib, plastering on a smile for the screaming toddler and lifted her into her arms.

     She bounced her body a little bit, resting Carmina on her shoulder. Kim said she was never hungry at this time of night so it wouldn't be that. Her diaper wasn't full so it didn't need to be changed. The only reason the Deputy could think of for Carmina's screaming was she wanted to be with someone.

     And that was exactly what she wanted. As soon as the Deputy started bouncing her and whispering to her about how big and loud she was getting (in an adoring tone of course) Carmina quieted down right away.

     After spending a little while with her, the Deputy put Carmina back in her crib so she could sleep. She made it out the door and was almost down the steps when she heard the beautiful sound of a screaming baby once more.

     With a sigh and a soft chuckle the Deputy turned to walk back up the stairs. As she crept up the stairs the door to Nick and Kim's bedroom opened and Nick stumbled out, still half asleep. He had on sweat pants and an old t-shirt that was inside out.

     "Don't worry, I've got her." The Deputy whispered as Nick rubbed his eyes. When he opened his eyes the Deputy was giving him a reassuring smile.

     "Ok, thanks." Nick said with a yawn and turned to go back into their room. The Deputy opened the door to Carmina's room again. Finding the same scene she found the first time.

     This time she held Carmina and when she finally calmed down she brought her downstairs. When they snuck out of her room she made the hushing noise to Carmina. Not that it would really affect her, she didn't even know what that meant, but it was good to interact with her. She brought Carmina down to the couch, angling the baby monitor on the coffee table so that Nick and Kim could see the couch on their screen.

     The Deputy laid down on her back with her head propped up on the arm of the couch, holding Carmina on top of her. Carmina looked thrilled to be on the couch with her, crawling all over her stomach with curiosity. "You win for tonight, but you have to promise me you're going to sleep ok? If not then I'll have to bring you upstairs alright?" The Deputy explained in a hushed whisper to the baby.

     Carmina looked around her living room with a sparkle in her eyes, she acted like she wanted to play but the Deputy kept her glued to her hip. "Would you like for me to tell you a story?" She asked and Carmina stared at her.

     She babbled something in baby talk and laughed. "Ok, well I don't actually know any baby stories so I'll make something up." The Deputy brushed some of Carmina's hair out of her face absentmindedly. "Oh I've got it. Ok, settle down, Auntie Dep's got a story for you."

     Carmina didn't really 'settle down' per say, she just directed her attention to the hand brushing her hair.

     The Deputy held out a finger for both of her little hands, giving Carmina something to play with while she told her the story. She spoke in a whisper, hoping that a light tone would help Carmina fall asleep.

"Once upon a time, and this is a true story by the way, once upon a time there was a princess. And this princess was just a little baby but she was beloved by everyone she met. Everyone loved her so much because she was so innocent, so pure, everyone was jealous of her happiness. So, the princess's subjects all worked very hard to give her little gifts or make her laugh, just something to make her happy because when she was happy, they shared a small piece of that happiness. The princess loved these people because no matter who they were, they were like her family.

     "Now this princes wasn't just a sweet little princess, she was an awesome, cool princess that didn't take no as an answer. And just like all princesses need, she had a knight. Now, the knight was tired, she felt old despite her youth, she was almost tired of being a knight but, when this knight met her new princess...she was thrilled. This princess was full of energy and life and she showed her knight exactly what was worth it in this world. And from the minute the knight was appointed to the princess she swore that she would fight every dragon and she would slay every monster that ever tried to hurt her princess, because that was her duty." Carmina had laid down on the Deputy's chest, her eyes growing more and more tired from the Deputy's story.

     "Are you proud of yourself princess? Because everyday you're teaching this knight how to keep fighting." She asked Carmina who was already half asleep. Pleased with herself and her calming story, the Deputy closed her own eyes. She kept two hands on Carmina, one on the back of her head and neck and the other on her back to keep her from moving. Anytime Carmina moved, the Deputy would be able to feel it and react so she wouldn't fall.

     What the Deputy didn't know about the baby monitor was that anytime it picked up sound it transmitted it to the main baby monitor in Nick and Kim's room, and when the baby monitor was sitting on the coffee table they could both see and hear everything that was said.

     When Nick came back to bed Kim was awake too. She was so used to always being up with Carmina that she couldn't fall right back to sleep. Nick could, he basically fell back into bed and landed face first into his pillow.

     Kim let out a small chuckle at her tired husband and stared at the ceiling, hoping it would help her fall asleep. She wasn't feeling tired and was just antsy so she turned over in bed. The baby monitor was sitting on her bedside table facing her so that she could see everything going on in Carmina's room. Except it wasn't showing her Carmina's room, it was showing her the living room for some reason.

     Kim rubbed her eyes and looked back at the baby monitor trying to figure out what she was looking at until she realized the Deputy has brought Carmina down to the couch with her. Carmina didn't look very tired, instead choosing to play with the Deputy's fingers. She could tell that the Deputy was saying something but she couldn't really hear it so she turned the volume up louder.

     "Ok, settle down, Auntie Dep's got a story for you." She heard and hit Nick's arm to wake him up.

     "Wha- what? What's wrong?" He asked quickly sitting up.

     "Look," Kim motioned to the baby monitor and listened intently. Her and Nick both listened to her story, Kim had to wipe a tear out of her eye. "She's so gentle with her." Kim remarked in a whisper. Carmina was falling asleep on the Deputy's chest, perfectly content with herself.

    "See? You don't have to worry so much about her, the Deputy is ok." Nick said and kissed Kim's cheek.

     "Tell me you haven't noticed any differences with her?" Kim said and turned around to face Nick. Nick sighed and looked down at Kim's hands taking them in his own.

     "I have but, you just heard her, being around Carmina is helping." He made the point and Kim nodded.

     "Still Nick, I was there when she was waking up, I was there in the clinic when she was trying to walk and talk. She'd looked like she'd lost all hope, she acted like she lost her fire." Kim gripped Nick's hand back and looked him in the eyes. "Please, keep an eye on her. She doesn't want to stay here I know that, but I need to know that she has someone watching her back." Kim begged and Nick nodded.

     He placed a kiss on her hand. "Of course I will. After we rescued her, the gang and I we made a pact to always keep an eye on her. No more travelling or doing stupid stuff alone, that was our deal. I ain't breaking a deal like that." He assured her and Kim made a pained smile.

     "Thank you. You're gonna be an amazing dad." Kim told him with confidence and Nick smiled back at her. They kissed and Nick went back to bed. Kim rolled over to face the baby monitor, watching the Deputy and Carmina sleep together.

     Hoping to keep the Deputy longer, Kim created an elaborate excuse about needing help around the house. Just small stuff like reaching a book on a high shelf (they're the same height but whatever, the Deputy didn't think to hard about it) or helping fold laundry. The Deputy was certain that the doctor put her up to this as a way of getting light exercise without overdoing it. She was also convinced that Kim still wanted to know her name. It was fine with her, she knew that out of everybody she'd met, Kim would probably be the most understanding.

     It wasn't that the Deputy didn't like her name she just legitimately didn't know if people would laugh at it. It wasn't a terrible name, just unfortunate, and if certain people heard it was her name she'd never hear the end of it.

     "What are you thinking about?" Kim asked when she came back from carrying a small stack of towels into the kitchen. The Deputy didn't respond, she was staring ahead in space on the couch.

     "Deputy? Hello?" Kim asked again and waved her hand. The Deputy seemed to shake out of her trance and looked over at her.

     "Sorry, did you say something?" She asked, not realizing that she'd been zoning out.

     "I just asked what you were thinking about." Kim asked innocently and carried the empty laundry basket into the laundry room.

     "Oh sorry, I don't really know where I was just then." The Deputy rubbed her forehead and rolled her shoulders. "Hey Kim?" she asked and Kim liked her head out of the laundry room door.

     "Yes?"

     "Would you like anymore help around here? Because if not I was gonna go find Grace or maybe Mary May."

     Kim was quiet then she walked into the living room. She sat down next to the Deputy. "Deputy, I know you don't really want to hear this but...I'm worried about you. It's not that I don't trust you but I know that if you go out and hear someone needs help then you'll rush to go help them, which is wonderful but in your condition? It could be bad. All I'm asking is that you give yourself a couple more days of resting, please?"

   "But Kim I've been resting for over 6 weeks, I'm ok now and besides, it's just a talk. I'm not going to go yell at John or anything like that." The Deputy kept her tone gentle and Kim shook her head.

     "I know, and you are one of the most resilient people I've ever met but please, I just have a really bad feeling about this." Kim's eyes were sincere, she really did have a bad feeling about this.

     "How about I just talk to Grace and see how she's doing? I promise I won't do anything stupid, and I'll be back for dinner." The Deputy promised and Kim looked relieved.

     "Thank you." Kim thanked her and smiled.

[isogenderskitty]

uhhhhh so i started making an ace attorney warrior cats AU............... because............ that’s just what my life has come to i suppose. this is a short scene from it.

flamewing is phoenix, “belly” (soulbelly) is maya, spiritpaw is pearl, faithstar is mia, silverclaw is miles.

also the name aceclan may be subject to change idk lmao feels a bit on the nose but it’s the best thing i got atm

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 What does watermint even look like?!

Flamewing sniffed among the riverside plants, straining in an attempt to pick up the useless hint of a scent Belly had shown him back in her den that morning, by holding up a dried-up scrap of it that was almost to small to see. “It smells like this!” She had said.

I’m sure Spiritpaw could have come down here to look by herself. She’s not a kit anymore.

He stepped carefully out onto the rocks that broke the surface of the river, sniffing between them. Maybe it’s in the river rather than beside it?

“Flamewing! I found some over here!” Spiritpaw’s voice called to him from several fox-lengths away. He straightened up to look at her.

“Great! Just wait, I’ll be right--” Flamewing was cut off as he moved too suddenly to get back to the shore, and his front paw lost its balance on the wet stone. His chin and his leg both hit unforgiving rock and pain shot through them. In the moment of confusion, he lost his bearings completely and the next thing he knew he was being swept away, Spiritpaw’s wailing becoming more distant and more panicked by the second, until it was gone.

Water rushed into his ears and nose, and into his mouth when he tried to gasp for air. He flailed his legs furiously, but he wouldn’t call it swimming. In a petty moment he blamed Faithstar for calling him Flamepaw when he joined the Clan. That was definitely the reason he had been afraid of water as an apprentice and refused to learn to swim. Obviously not that he was just a wimp, or a stubborn brat. Of course not.

Fighting to keep his head above water, Flamewing began to yowl for help. He could see the rise in the land that led to FrostClan territory. It was a longshot to expect any of those cats to save his life, but it wasn’t impossible that one of them had grown a heart since the last Gathering.

… actually, maybe it is, he thought as the strength in his aching limbs started to wane. I guess this is it. There’s not going to be another AceClan patrol until sundown now. Extinguished by water… what a sickeningly fitting way to die.

At least Spiritpaw wasn’t here on her own.

Just as he began to accept his watery grave, Flamewing spotted a light grey shape pelting down the hill towards the river, running almost parallel to the river at full speed. Hope soared in his tightened chest until he realised it was on the FrostClan side. Typical. Probably going to jump in here and make sure he gets to drown me himself.

The other tom did leap into the river beside him, but when he collided with Flamewing it was gentler than he expected, and much less sharp. The stranger grabbed him by the scruff and began confidently swimming them both to shore on the AceClan side. Flamewing was too busy trying to remain able to breathe to turn and look at his surprise saviour. At last, both soaked to the bone, they collapsed on the bank. Distantly, Flamewing wondered if Spiritpaw was still running downstream or if she’d gone back to camp for help. Please let it be the former. I don’t really want to be embarrassed in front of my entire Clan right now.

He felt the other cat prodding him hesitantly with a paw, as if to check if he was conscious. He summoned the strength to speak.

“Yeah, I’m… I’m fine, I just need a minute.”

There was surprise in the other cat’s voice when he spoke. Flamewing wondered why. “… Very well.” He sat up neatly beside Flamewing and began grooming himself.  Flamewing managed a small huff of a laugh at the absurdity of that.

A few minutes passed in silence, and the instant Flamewing moved to heave himself up off the floor the other cat spoke again. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you to swim?”

Flamewing blinked at him, looking at him properly for the first time. Light grey, with neat areas of white. Silver, piercingly judgmental eyes. Not particularly long-haired except for a thicker white patch on his chest. A wiry, tidy looking tail that looked odd next to Flamewing’s own bushy one.

Finally, he realised he was staring, and bent his head to lick his own chest fur in embarrassment. “No, I… well, I mean, AceClan does teach cats to swim, I just… elected to skip that lesson.”

The other tom tilted his head in confusion. “What a ridiculous decision. It almost cost you your life. I do hope you’ll ask your mentor for a refresher when you return to camp.” He nonchalantly began licking his paw and drawing it over his whiskers.

“I’m not an apprentice, you know!” Flamewing spat, the fur on the back of his neck beginning to spike. “My name’s Flamewing. Not Flamepaw. Not that you asked.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware I was being rude by saving your pathetic life.” Flamewing almost withered under the other tom’s glare, but he managed to stand his ground. “And you didn’t ask for mine, either. It’s Silverclaw, by the way.”

I was busy drowning at the time, Flamewing thought.

Another moment passed in silence. This time was decidedly less comfortable than the first, despite Flamewing being in slightly less physical pain.

“Thank you.” The words tumbled out of him before he had the chance to stop them. Silverclaw stopped grooming himself to look up in barely contained surprise, his tongue still sticking partially out of his mouth. Flamewing suppressed a chuckle. “I’d be dead if it weren’t for you. I shouldn’t snap at you.”

“… It’s quite alright.”

Something about the way the other cat was looking at him, intense with lashings of intrigue, and the realisation they were sitting a lot closer than he had noticed, sent a shiver up Flamewing’s spine. It wasn’t unpleasant, but he found himself suddenly tongue-tied. He didn’t look down to check but he thought he heard Silverclaw kneading at the soft riverside earth anxiously with his claws unsheathed.

Suddenly the light grey tom cleared his throat and averted his gaze, and the spell was broken. “I should… really get back to hunting. My Clanmates will be wondering where I am.”

“Oh, uh… yeah, I- I should go find Spiritpaw, she was with me before I fell.”

Silverclaw took a step towards some steppingstones and looked back at Flamewing. “Take care.” With that, he bounded across with ease and trotted away over the hill, tail high. Flamewing watched until he was out of sight, feeling alive and abuzz with questions. A FrostClan cat with a heart…?

Before he could stop himself, a more potentially troublesome thought arose. I wonder if he’ll be at the next Gathering.