#ah... I forgot to talk about the new token...

[nonogram-hell]

so... i'm going to take back what I said about this year's NoTP... I love the upgrade to the Phantom Dungeons so much!! I also feel really silly about complaining about Darkseeds being scarce, since my best guess is that the Dungeons might've been the actual main source for them outside of Trick or Treating. I just forgot that the main attraction of NoTP doesn't actually release until a week into October, usually 😭

Regardless, I very much appreciate Darkseeds being more available! No complaints about that.

The implications of the upgraded Dungeons are also very interesting as well.... gonna put spoilers for it under the cut!

Well! About the final boss....

Damn!! I wonder, has Greely actually been corrupted from being in the Dungeons too long (+ its collapse) or is Dark Greely simply a copy of him, like how players fight dark copies of themselves?

Then again, seeing as how Peck isn't exactly "corrupted", at least in the same manner as the final boss + the corrupted phantoms, perhaps he's still out there... I just hope we get to see Greely (safe!) again soon.

Also, I think it's really funny how the old boss of the caverns is now a mini boss, guess they're just small fry in the grand scheme of things... I do appreciate the nerf (?) to the damage it deals though, supercharge + sneaky leg can't exactly wipe out a full team as easily anymore haha

Oof, I should quit my rambling now, but if anyone has anything else to say about the new Dungeons/NoTP 2024 so far please lmk!! I'd love to talk about it more with other people!

[dansconcepts]

Diner AU - Sugary Jalapeno Pancakes

I'm glad people found the Diner AU interesting :>. As a token of my appreciation, have a drabble feat. Kokichi, Shuichi, and Kaede in the diner (that's admittedly unnamed for now lMAOAO). Also, I would've added more interactions with the other protagonists, but this became much longer than I thought... I'll be making separate posts for those instead (i.e. Komahina antics and some other shenanigans).

Kokichi taps against the table. Where’s Kaede? He wanted his soda already. She’s always super nice about his very particular tastes, even though she gets annoyed at him really easily (although that's really not surprising nor undesired). He even made the effort to visit today of all days, because today she’s usually here to get him it.

He hears a pen tapping. Ah, finally. 

He lifts his head up to come face to face with messy dark hair and deep eye bags, coupled with long lashes framing silvery verdant eyes. Pretty.

“Um, hi.” They smile, and wow, they’re timid. This might be fun. “What would you like?”

He grins, as charmingly innocent as possible. “Well, I come here, like, all the time and I just LOVE the jalapeno pancakes, extra sugar. Can I have that?”

They hum. Their pen (blue ink- so boringgggg) nearly touches paper, but their hands stop mid-air. They furrow their eyebrows, purse their lips. Oh, it’s always good when people make that face. It means they’re not idiots.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” They ask incredulously (appropriately, he’ll admit). "jalapeno pancakes? With sugar?”

His grin turns wolfish. “Yep!” He says, with a pop! on the p. “Jalapeno pancakes! They’re an absolute classic, I always get them here. Pairing it with sugar makes the combo so amazeballs.” Haha, he died a little inside saying that.

A flurry of emotions flip through their face, and he almost feels pity for just how easy they are to read. The waiter leans forward, grabbing- oh yeah, he forgot he had a menu with him. They thumb through the pages. Got 'em. Quickly, he replaces his devious smile with a frown. "What's the hold up? Is something wrong?"

He nearly laughs when they lower the menu, exposing their wide, oh-so worried eyes. “Sorry. Um. Where is that on the menu? It's not on here, and I would definitely remember something so… eccentric if it was one of our specials.” 

Aw, their rationalization is so cute. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be.” Kokichi easily waves off. “It’s a code phrase for my order. Me and the cook go way back, we’re the best of pals, you know! Has he really not mentioned me?" The answering shake of the head has him bawling. "WAHHH! I CAN'T BELIEVE MY B F F WOULD ACT LIKE I DON'T EXIST!" He expected them to immediately start panicking, but instead they just look a little concerned with their tilt of the head, a little overwhelmed but not overcome. They're not even looking around self-consciously! He's a menace and he knows it! But no, they're just staring intently at him. Huh. He blinks the tears away and says, just to really bring it home, “Rantaro will definitely know what I’m talking about.”

They clearly look conflicted, biting their lip, but nod anyway. So they are a pushover then? He figured that’d be the case.

They smile at him with a nod. “Sure. I’ll see what I can do.”

As quickly as they came, they speed walked away. Man, that worked absolutely perfectly. The poor server’s going to be so embarra-

“KOKICHI!” A voice booms from the back. Stomps echo against the tile of the diner, and yep, there she is. Kayayday. Didn’t expect that to happen.

She stands in front of him with a pout and crossed arms, directing a particularly scathing glare at him that he hasn’t seen in awhile. He sticks his tongue out at her with a grin. Serves her right for not getting his order. 

“Kokichi," She starts, and he knows he's in for something good, "please don’t harass the new server. It’s very lucky he’s smart enough to detect that you were lying- like seriously, a secret code for your order? Although I can see you doing that-, he’s just too polite to call you out on it.” 

He hums. That’s interesting. “It was meant to be an outlandish lie, easy for him to figure out!” Lie. He didn’t expect to be found out, not with being mostly sincere and actually trying to be normal- read: trying-, just for that flavour. “I was initiating him for the future!” He doesn’t even have to confirm that one.

She tilts her head. “Huh, really?” The blonde frowns. “I don’t know if I believe that…” 

“Pft, I can tell he was new! You know I’m a regular here, so I was actually surprised to see someone else on shift that isn’t Makotoes.” He shifts his gaze to his nails as nonchalantly as possible. “Sooooooooo… who’s the pretty boy?”

“Pretty boy?” She raises an eyebrow at him.  

Well. That was overly stupid. Don’t blush, don't blush, don't blush. He did NOT mean to say that. 

Her face doesn’t change. Good. The slip of the tongue went unnoticed. “He’s one of my best friends that started working here a few days ago. I won’t say much else though.” She explains.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Okay.” 

Internally, he screams. 

Lilac eyes narrow at him. “For some reason, I feel like you would’ve questioned me about him just so you can tune me out and mock me for it, but the fact that you’re not makes me think you want to hear about him. Am I right?”

Damn. He forgot Kaede can be really perceptive when she wants to be. Kaede’s smirking though, so his expression clearly isn’t as neutral as he wanted it to be. 

She laughs lightly. “Well, I’ll have him bring your usual this time- you do still want that right?”

“Absolutely not! I don’t want anything after all this-!” 

“-wonderful, got it, one Panta coming up!” She interrupts, already walking away. Rude. 

As Kaede promised, the navy-haired server from before appears with his can of Panta. 

"Here you go." The waiter greets him, setting down the delicious grape-y goodness right in front of him.

He takes a glorious sip of bubbly blandness. "You're 'too polite' to call me out, huh?" Kokichi starts with a smirk.

"Ah, I'm not really that polite..." So humble. "I would've called you out then and there," Wha-? "but it was kind of funny to see Kaede go off on someone. I've never seen that before." Grayish green eyes meets his purple, and his lips quirk upward. "I've heard a lot about you, Kokichi, so it really was only fair."

Huh.

"WAHHHH!" He cries again. He's gonna need to drink a lot more than usual after this... "You're so mean! What kind of server are you, bullying the customers?!"

"Ah! Sorry! Please keep it down." He frowns. "You really are so confusing..."

"Well, I'm sure you could figure it out, Detective." He purrs.

Saying that has every muscle of the other's tense, his ahoge on high alert (which he's going to gloss over right now, but he sees Kaede's do the exact same thing which is WEIRD, even for him). "Detective? How did you know?"

He was just referencing one of his favourite fantasies as a personal joke, but he can 100% work with this. "It's pretty obvious." in retrospect, anyway. Observant, logical, although he is really anxious. Like, really. Practically an open book. "Does said Detective have a name? I need to let my subordinates know who they need to watch out for."

"Shuichi. Shuichi Saihara."

"We're gonna have a LOT of fun Shumai~!" He grins.

[storiesbyrhi]

I just re-watched season 2 of Stranger Things and here's the takeaway for me - stop me if you've heard this one before ;) - whoever I was when I watched it in 2017 is not the girl you see before you. I have a wayyyy different interpretation of the characters and the show.

(Season 1 thoughts here.)

'MADMAX' was the coolest way to introduce Max. She is absolutely as rad as I remember. I'm not entirely sure they knew why they wrote Max into the show... Was it to give Lucas something to do (which is shitty for his character); was it to add another girl (yay tokenism); was it a setup for later seasons (I might accept that because not all new characters have to be the star of the show)? Who knows! What I do know is that Sadie Sink really gave Max teeth in an otherwise... eh storyline.

I forgot Nancy and Steve went to Barb's parents for dinners. Makes me so fucking sad. The entire Barb situation is tragic. Idk if it was a reaction to the 'Justice for Barb' movement but regardless, having some follow-up around that was so important. Nancy's trauma being (somewhat) explored was great too.

Jesus H. Christ Noah Schnapp can fucking act. Like yeah, Sadie Sink killed season 4 but Noah Schnapp season 2 is incredible. And he's thirteen! And the intensity and nuance in his performance are wild! !!! !!!

I remember being so charmed by the Dustin and Steve pair-up. Still am. Still am.

"He likes it cold." Yikes. Like I said about season 1, it's cool watching this through a Vecna lens. It feels plausible he was the plan for the show all along.

My memory of Dart was a nice one. Turns out that I forgot he killed Mews. Fuck that guy Dart. He is not my homie. RIP Mews. You deserved better.

I remember the demodogs being more dog-like. They truly be serving Silent Hill, huh?

Unpopular opinion but I don't hate the Kali storyline. I can see how I thought it sucked in 2017; waiting all that time for season 2 to finally come out, then getting that. I probably wanted more action and group bonding. However, I like that we got to see a) an alternative outcome for El had she not found Mike and Hopper, and b) El gain some autonomy in her search for history and home. It makes her choice to be Hopper's daughter more meaningful. The storyline also broadened the danger and cruelty of Brenner and co., and gave a legit setting for El to learn more about her powers.

RIP Bob. My memory of you was correct and you truly are a hero. Casting was A+ because nobody thought they'd violently kill a LOTR/Goonies star in the 80s themed show.

Watching the entire gang in the Byers house in episode 8 was so cool. That sweeping shot of all of them poised ready for the demodog attack... chefs kiss. I am now even angrier that they were all separated in season 4.

There's so much talk about cool television dads. Din Djarin this. Bandit Heeler that. Joel Miller who. Bob Belcher why. Where is the hype for Joyce Byers, who once again proves to be parent of the motherfucking year?! Are you kidding me?!

Knowing that the show goes on to call Mike the heart of the party is a real kick in the teeth. Will is so utterly the heart of this family and found family.

So, I never fell in love with Steve. Not a Stevie girlie. But, ah, this rewatch has me feeling all kinds of things. The fucking character development on this boy?! Might have to branch out into some Steeeeeedie x Reader fics. Shiiiit.

I. Love. Nancy. She. Is. So. Smart. Give. Her. More. Guns. And the scene with Dustin at the dance still breaks my heart. I love her, your honor.

Murray was exactly how I remembered.

Hopper was wayyyy better this season. The "sometimes I think I'm a black hole" speech was fantastic. Him telling El about Sarah, finally, is so healing for them both.

My opinions about Jonathan and Steve changed so much between 2016 and 2023, so I went into this with an open mind re: Billy. However, here's the thing. He's racist. Racists just aren't babes. No matter how else his behaviour and personality are contextualised, he will always be a racist so it's a hard no for me. Yes, Billy is the victim of an abusive parent, but that can only be used to explain some of his behaviour. Not all of it. Nor can it be used to excuse some of his behaviour. Nothing that has happened to Billy can justify the way Max is terrified when she hears his car. She is terrified of him. I'm not saying they don't love each other in a very complicated messy way, but when I try 'redeem' (for lack of a better word) season 2 Billy, I can't. Billy deserved a safe and good home, deserved better than what life gave him, but he'll continue to be a blocked tag for me. I do wanna say that I think he's an important character for a lot of people, and that is so valid. That's why I don't go around posting shit about him 24/7. I'll probably have a lot to say about him in season 3 too, because hey guess what, sexualising a teenager is weird as hell @ grown up adult women living in Hawkins.

At the end of season 2 I am so keen for some more El/Will friendship, Max development, and Jopper.

And I'm onto season 3. (Edit: here's the link!)

This has been a Stranger Things Rhi-Watch.

[mileapokp1677]

Three Steps to Win You (CH 32)

Title: Three Steps to Win You

Rating: M

Pairing: Daddy Chan/Tankhun, Kinn/Porsche, Vegas/Pete

Category: M/M, AU Nerd Jock

Summary: Accidentally, scientist Tankhun Theerapanyakul embarrassed footballer Captain Chan "Daddy" Knight in front of his coach, teammates and fans. He had to fulfill three tasks from the Captain before his apology was accepted.

Chapter 32

(Chan POV)

Two weeks later -- Knight Residence 

Chan decided to park his black Range Rover in front of his house. He was too tired and way too grumpy tonight to park his car in the garage. The flight that brought the BSFC team back to Bangkok tonight was delayed for more than two hours and it had ruined his plan. He should have taken Tankhun to dinner tonight as a token of gratitude to the Doctor, for helping him get his house ready for the housewarming party. 

It was such a relief that earlier when he called Tankhun to inform him about his delayed flight, the scientist didn't sound too annoyed. He just chuckled and said that Chan owed him two dinners instead of one, which the Captain immediately agreed to.

"I'll take you to dinner as much as you want, Tankhun, let alone two. Your wish is my command."

“Chan, please~ stop it, way too corny!” 

“I’ll call you as soon as I get home,” said Chan as he chuckled. 

“Hmm, ‘kay. Safe flight.” 

It was almost 10 and he should have given Tankhun a call right away, but the beautiful image before him, that greeted him as he stepped into the living room of his house, stunned him for a moment. Tankhun really was a miracle worker. Chan was grateful he decided to hear the Doctor's suggestion to choose this colorful Persian rug instead of the plain earth tone colored one, which was his initial choice.

"There has to be a pop of color in every room, Chan, or everything will seem monotonous."

And Tankhun was proven right. Chan immediately took his cell phone out of his pants pocket to call the doctor.

“Uhm… Chan?” 

“Oh, God, did I wake you?” asked Chan, who suddenly felt bad. “I’m so sorry, baby. Please, go back to sleep, we can talk tomorrow.” 

“No, no, it’s okay,” replied Tankhun. “I’m waiting for your call, but then I fell asleep. It's quite busy today.”

“Please, tell me about your day. We won the match, by the way,” begged Chan as he took a seat on his new camel-colored three-seat sofa. 

Ah~ I love this~  

"I know, Cap, I watched the game.” 

Chan smiled. Tankhun never missed their match.

“Anyway, the store where we bought the sofa and carpet gave me a call, since they cannot reach you, and told me that they were ready to deliver all your orders. So I came over to your house this morning to wait for them and give the staff instructions on where to place the furniture. Hopefully, everything is according to your liking and imagination. They look really good if you ask me.”

"Yes, yes, everything looks wonderful, Tankhun, thank you so much,” said the Captain. “I can't believe that I forgot, this Saturday we are scheduled to play out of town. I’m so sorry to bother you with this."

"I gave you my words that I will help you, right? It’s OKAY,” stated Tankhun firmly. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” 

“I know, but still…”

“No BUT…” Tankhun insisted, and Chan knew when to give in. 

“Okay. Thanks.” 

“Now, I believe everything is set for the party next Sunday, right? Have you called the caterer?” asked Tankhun. 

“I have.”

“Good, then we’re ready,” confirmed Tankhun. “I just need to bake one savory dish and one sweet dish for your party. You don’t mind, I'll bring Kim to the party, right?”

“Of course not, I’m thinking of inviting Kinn and Porsche too.”

“Ah… the more the merrier.”

“True. Umh, Tankhun…” 

“Yes?” 

“Please, don’t kill me, but I still need your help.”

“I thought we already covered all the rooms that we need for the party,” stated Tankhun, who started to list them. “Living room, dining room, kitchen, the back patio, and the pool. Did I miss anything?” 

“Please come here tomorrow morning around 10, I’ll show you myself,” replied Chan. “Please?”

“Okay,” answered Tankhun. “You owed me lunch too.” 

Chan chuckled. “Deal! Till tomorrow, baby.” 

“See ya~ good night.” 

******

(Tankhun POV)

Sunday Morning -- Knight Residence. 

Tankhun saw the condition of the main bedroom that was located on the second floor with his mouth and eyes wide open. It was that pitiful. How!? It had been more than two months since he had helped the Captain move. How was it possible that in this gigantic room, there was only a single-size mattress (not even a fucking bed frame!) tucked away to one side of the room on a small rug? How could he sleep like this!?

"Chan!?" cried Tankhun, turning his head to where Chan was standing. "I'm so sorry, but what the fuck!?"

"I know I'm the worst," replied Chan.

“Please, tell me there are clothes inside the walk-in closet.”

“Of course, you’re the one who sorted and packed my clothes at the penthouse, remember?” asked Chan. “You want a tour?”

“Yes, please.” 

This main bedroom was magnificent. How could Chan neglect it like this? Was the job as a Captain of one of the top football teams in the country truly super busy that he didn't have free time to take care of his personal affairs? If this were his room, Tankhun would use all his spare time to create the most amazing sanctuary for himself. 

When Tankhun entered the walk-in-closet area he felt like entering nirvana -- think the walk-in closet that Big made for Carrie but this one even more amazing -- AND Chan had not only one but two walk-in-closets separated by the biggest and most luxurious bathroom he had ever seen. Almost everything in the bathroom was double... Two sinks, two cabinets, a bathtub for two, a shower for two... Tankhun realized at that second that this master bedroom was intended for two people.

Fuck, this is super awkward.

Because, as much as he wanted to be the Captain -- boyfriend!!! there I’ve said it! --things were still unclear between the two of them. How could he help him decorate this space for him?

What to do... what to do...

“As you can see, I need help.” 

“But, Chan… this is your bedroom,” said Tankhun. “Don't you think it’s a bit too personal?” 

And this room is for TWO people!!!

“I trust you.” 

The way Chan looked at him that time when he said those three words, Tankhun couldn't explain it. But he'd be lying if he said those words didn't flatter him. He was so damn close to confessing his feelings right then and there.

Not now, Tankhun Theerapanyakun. Not yet.

Nevertheless, those words and that look Chan gave him just now, increased the percentage of possibility in Tankhun’s book like… A LOT. 

Just a bit more assurance, just a teeny tiny more. 

“Not trying to be nosy or anything like that, but I always think, even though the rest of your house is still a mess, at least this one room is all set. I mean, you just need to move the whole set in the main bedroom in your Pent-"

Chan grabbed Tankhun's hand and quickly cut him off, "Tankhun... I... let's just say before I moved into this house, I haven't slept in that bedroom for 10 months."

WHAT!?

"But-"

Chan looked paler, and Tankhun decided to stop himself from asking any further questions. Wild guessing attacked his mind at that moment, but Tankhun bit his tongue and just waited for Chan's explanation. 

Chan let out a long and heavy sigh before explaining, "The Penthouse... It's all Anna. She..."

Chan again let out a long and heavy sigh. 

"Chan, please... this is none of my business," said Tankhun, trying to lighten the mood. "You can tell me later on when you're ready."

"No, no, I need you to know about this," said Chan. "Give me a minute."

"I bought the penthouse because Anna refused to live in the old apartment that I used to share with my ex-fiancé. So, I let her take care of everything. From choosing the location, building, unit, decorating... everything. I didn't interfere at all."

Oh… 

"The first thing I did when I broke up with her called an architect and construction firm to build this house for me,” continued Chan, his voice much calmer now. “My dream has always been to live in a big house, far away from the crowds. I've had enough of living in tall buildings or living a city life. I just want some peace. So, here we are, and I think I just confessed how truly old I am to you."

Tankhun chuckled and squeezed Chan's hand that was still holding his hand. He felt, right now, that was the only thing he could do even though there were many other things he wanted to do to make Chan feel better. This 'fake dating' label really made Tankhun unable to act decisively, everything seems blurry. He wasn't sure where he stood, where the boundaries were, and he hated it, so fucking much. 

“Please say you’ll help me with this,” pleaded Chan, being so stubborn, and lately Tankhun found that Chan’s pleading eyes were almost as lethal as Kim’s teary eyes. 

God damn it! I have become such a softie! 

“Okay, fine, I’ll help you, BUT you have to tell me specifically what you want for your room. The vibe… the atmosphere,” said Tankhun firmly. “Your bedroom is your sanctuary, Chan.  Promise me, you’re gonna do the most work, I'll only give the minimum help."

"Deal!" replied Chan. “Shall we go?”

"Let’s go."

******

(Chan POV) 

Shopping with Tankhun was interesting and so much fun. 

He knew the best places, he had great taste and most importantly -- this was something that Chan honestly didn't expect from the Doctor -- he knew the value of money. He liked expensive things, that's for sure, but they had to have the quality and durability that was worth the money or else Tankhun would pay no attention to them at all. As someone who wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, Chan really appreciates this.

“How about this one? Made of solid teak wood, so it is definitely strong and durable. The shape is simple and classic. It doesn't have a lot of trivial trappings... and maybe I watch too many Disney Princess movies, but I love four-poster beds."

Tankhun's long, slender fingers gripped one of the pillars of the bed and tugged it slightly to test its sturdiness. At that time, frankly, Chan’s thoughts and imagination were far... make that very far from movies about Disney Princesses, they were unmistakably indecent. Chan immediately averted his eyes from those fingers. Suddenly he felt hot.

“Well, well, well… isn't it the hottest couple of the year?”

Before Chan could turn around to face whoever was standing behind him at that moment, who had just made that rude statement, that said person had already made a second one that was even more coarse.

"Almost 31 years old and you're still crazy about those four-poster beds... what did you use to call them? Princess beds?"

The only thing that kept Chan from throwing his fists at this tall man's face was his responsibility to protect the good name of the BSFC, but that didn’t mean he couldn't open his mouth to defend Tankhun. But, of course, Tankhun beat him to it. 

“Still so childish and still failed to keep my interest,” stated Tankhun, ice cold. “So not worth my time. Let’s go, Chan.” 

Chan could hear Tankhun's footsteps behind him, but he still didn't take his eyes off the man in front of him. If this man dared to take a step, even one step, to hell with his reputation, Chan would break this guy's nose.

"Mr. Knight, as a man who has been in a relationship with Tankhun, I need to give you a warning."

"No, thanks, I don't need a warning. Just stay the fuck away from him," warned Chan as he took a step forward, his hands clenched.

The man then stepped back holding up his hand, "I still think you should know this... Don't get your hopes up when it looks like he can't keep his hands off you. Everyone who has ever dated him knows, that's the kiss of death. Cap, your time is running out."

"Shut.The.Fuck.Up.” 

"Ooh~ did I touch a nerve? Tik Tok Tik Tok..."

Chan saw red. His fists were so ready to crush the man in front of him. 

"Chan, let's go! He's not worth your time!" shouted Tankhun, bringing Chan back to his senses.

“Coming, baby.” 

Oh, Chan could hear that cad's mocking snort behind him, clearly, as he walked toward the Doctor, but he was not going to embarrass himself and most importantly, not embarrass Tankhun. They were in a public place, so he chose to ignore him. 

Tankhun held out his hand to Chan as he whispered, "What did he say to you?"

Chan took Tankhun's hand and squeezed it before replying, "Nothing important.”

“Are you sure? You look kinda upset.” 

“This is my scary face, I just gave him the warning to stay away from you."

Tankhun smiled and then wrapped his other arm around his waist. "Aw~ My Hero~"

Chan hugs Tankhun's body tightly -- too tight? -- but he really needed an anchor that moment for his brain and his heart just couldn't stop fighting.

... the Kiss of death...

How Chan wished he never heard a word out of that bastard's mouth. 

TBC

[juratempestdragon]

He listens intently, leaning in a bit as he does so, like an excited child wanting to learn more.

"I suppose that's fair! Being here now, I guess there must be plenty going on behind what's written for us to see! My apologies for the assumption."

He tilts his head a little. "Paycheck....Ah, you must mean your worlds currency! I forgot entirely about....what is it called...Zen...nee? I've never had to work for anything like that myself since people usually just give me things because of who I am, I wonder what it'd be like! To have to earn your own things! It's fascinating!"

"I think you're selling yourself short, Yamcha! I'm a 'see to learn' kind of Dragon, so all you'd need to do is show me how it works and I try to copy, but I think you'd make a good teacher for anyone! You have quite the patience, and seem very kind, you should try it some time! Maybe after I meet your friends and explore this world a bit, you could teach me Baseball instead, if you really don't want to show me your fighting style! You just...hit the ball with that stick when they throw it at you, right? I can get the hang of that no problem!"

He finally stops talking...pondering for a bit....

"Ah! Here! Before I go and leave you to what you were doing before you came and found me, since you must have been busy with your Baseball and Paychecks-" He's dumb but he's trying. "-I'd like to give you this! A memento of our meeting, and a token of our new friendship! Not many people will ever receive one of these, not without risking their lives to pluck it off me, so I do hope you find it to your liking!"

He reaches into his cape, and pulls out a deep, quite large, sea blue Scale. A tiny little hole has been made in the top for a loop to be placed, and a chain set on the loop.

"In my world, to have a Dragon's scale is good luck, and because I am the Storm Dragon, it's extra lucky! If you don't want it it's fine, but no doubt you'll never find another person with one unless I share another!"

He's got that dopey, oblivious grin again. For a being that keeps referring to himself as dangerous and feared, he's pretty goofy and mellow...

"Come now don't think THAT way! I'm excited to meet everyone here! It just always happens that everyone usually is around him, so it'd make sense for us to find him if I want to say hello to everyone! It'd be far easier than tracking everyone down one by one when the solution is clearly right there! Besides, there's plenty of things I'd like to know about YOU on the way!"

"Nothing I read or saw specifically mentioned how you got interested in this 'baseball' sport, let alone so good at it! I'd love for you to teach me more about it sometime! We don't have anything like it back home, after all. I'd also like to learn some of your moves aswell! I only know how to copy Goku's since they're shown the most, but some of the others aren't shown that often, and I'd like to give every single one a shot!"

"I truly did not mean to make it seem like that's all I wanted, I hope this doesn't effect if we can be friends or not....I don't have many of those because so many people are afraid of me back where I'm from, so this is a new place with a chance to make more. Of course if it was too much of me that I made the mistake to cause you to feel upset, I understand. It was...I guess rude of me to not be specific from the beginning."

He pauses, then pouts a bit. "....I'll be sad though....."

...A 'dragon' that pouts and acts like a sad puppy...Who knew.

[yanniecheryl]

"If only we had more time." ༉‧₊˚.

Some Diluc and Kaeya angst. Inspired by the recent "Ballad & Brews." event :). ☄. *.

The two never agreed, every time they dis-agreed, there was not one thing they would settle upon.

Even their visions were polar opposites.

One as cold as the ice, yet flirty like. And another warm as the sun, however quiet.

Polar opposites.

No one could've sworn they were brothers, not by blood at least. However only a few knew the story of why they drifted apart. Why Diluc and Kaeya would never agree.

"Oh Master Kaeya, just this once! How long has it been until I have cooked for you?"

"Ah..Adeline.."

"Might as well accept the offer, you don't want to turn Adeline down, now do you?"

"I know the Knights of Favonius is asking us to go to this mission, doesn't mean you have to be so kind Diluc, where is your cold unwelcoming tone now? Haha"

"Oh hush now Master Kaeya and Master Diluc! Please just one dinner?"

"Alright.. Adeline.. One more cutlery set then."

"Lovely!"

The dinner was served, it was warm, and the usual cold embrace of Diluc's personality made it hard for Kaeya to even enjoy the meal. However today was oddly different. For some reason Kaeya felt Diluc loosen up a bit.

"You still kept the vase, eh Diluc?"

Kaeya asked with a chuckle. And as usual, Diluc finished his dinner, and left without an answer to Kaeya, not new. Kaeya got up, and took his belongings, offering a thanks to Adeline.

"Adeline, this letter. After Diluc comes back from the mission, please do hand it to him, do not open otherwise."

"Of course Master Kaeya! Safe travels."

Adeline cheered, taking the letter and keeping it in her maid uniform. Came the next morning, when Kaeya and Diluc set out foot to the abyssal domain, they both were requested to work together as this domain was dangerous. And it had to be shut down at any costs. It was hard to convince, but they had decided to work together as a final token of acceptance. And as expected the domain was indeed a challenge, both of them lifting their swords high in the air, one freezing the other melting, they went opposite directions only to end up meeting at the end at one position, to be cornered by the abyss princess her self. How? And why did this happen? The scene was bloody, wounds everywhere. Not a sight we ever thought we'd see our Cavalry Captain and Dark night hero in. And just with one hit. Kaeya hit the floor with a thud sound, the sword refusing to leave his hands, and at that moment. Diluc broke down. It just looked like the scene when Diluc had lost his father.

"Kaeya. Stay with me! Please Kaeya listen, talk please!"

No response

"Kaeya let's get out of here and I'll tend your wounds , please just talk to me! One word Kaeya!"

There was response He moved his hands, his eyes opened barely, enough energy to raise his hand emitted.

"Diluc.."

"Why am I getting a strong sense of Deja vu?"

"Kaeya my goodness, let me take you, let's get away from here as quick as possible!"

"It's .. too late.."

"DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE STAY WITH ME!"

"Diluc... can you call me what you said the last time we fought?"

"Brother?" "This isn't the time to be joking around Kaeya! Listen to me, Get up let's get away!" "I had to kill him, he betrayed us. Betrayed Khaenri'ah. And chose your side." "You.. You're travelers lost sibling?.. betrayed? What.." "He chose your side, Diluc. Do you still not understand? He forgot about his own origins to be called "brother" by you." With that being said. She left, the portal appearing and disappearing once again. Whatever she said was traveling through Diluc's mind, his face in an awe. He couldn't move one limb. He had to though, He had to move right now! If he wouldn't, he'd lose him. He'll lose Kaeya. His brother. "There's.. still a chance.. right?" Mondstadt, lost their cavalry captain that night.

The funeral was cold, even colder then the embrace of Diluc when Kaeya came around to drink in the tavern. It was all silent, until everyone gave up keeping the composure.

Barbara's singing stopped, her voice shaking. Rosaria's cold hardcore personality softening. The acting grand master herself, shedding tears quietly. Everyone was sad, everyone was shocked. More then anyone was Diluc. No one had ever seen his hard composure come undone. As he sat near the coffin of his late brother. Screaming in vain.

He didn't stay there for long, just sat in silence. Refusing to talk or answer. Even get up to eat. And it was raining that day, just like the day Kaeya and Diluc separated. "This. Was left by Master Kaeya." Adeline handed the letter and walked away, holding back her tears as much as she could. "A letter?."

"Dear Diluc, How long has it been since I've written a well letter to you? I can't recall. But that's alright. I really do wish we are able to spend more time like we used to back in the past. Specially during festivals, which I highly doubt haha. But, what really made me write this letter was, these pictures - I found a couple of our old pictures from the previous Weinlesefest. Haha! Look at us, so young and free. I again doubt that you'll respond to this letter, but that's alright. I've gotten used to your coldness all these years along. Oh and, ask Adeline. I've brought you a gift. And don't worry, it isn't wine this time. Yours lovingly, Kaeya."

[obeymematches]

Are ask still open? Hope so, but i wanna request the bothers and undatable (are they still undatable tho?) Reacting to MC turning into the cute pink sheep, she can still walk but can only make cute noises to communicate (can be gender neutral if u want)

Always wanted to see one of these in the fandom but never found one

aaaaaaa this has been sitting in my drafts for AGES i completely forgot oh noooooo

i'm so sorry anon nonono-😰

Everyone reacts to you turning into a pink sheep

Lucifer: There he is; waiting for his evening coffee to brew in the kitchen. You walk in as a little pink sheep, making him glance over at you. Bestie, I don't think he was ready for this one. Whatever potion making attempt went wrong he can fix without further consequences; though he thinks you look kinda cute like this so you might as well stay-

Mammon: He walks into your room to find you rocking your new pink wool and four legs look; freaking out at first. Takes him quite some time to realize it is in fact, you. After he immediately takes out his phone and snaps pictures for blackmailing and joking purposes. Takes you to Satan to help you get back into your human form... too bad he was never any good at potions, this would have been the chance to impress you. Though he might try anyways, but chances are you are going to end up worse.

Leviathan: This man is so close to fainting when he notices a pink little sheep marching into his room. Once you baa at him like the little sheep you are he jumps a little. This cannot be real. How could this happen. MC you should have told him you were going to practice today- Though he takes pictures to save them to a secret album he is preparing, filled with your memories together!

Satan: His eyes open wider than you've ever seen, as your pink wool arises on the horizon. Has no idea it is actually you - and not a random sheep one of his brothers got for whatever unhinged reason - until he notices you went missing. I wouldn't say he laughs at you, but he is definitely enjoying himself in this situation. Can fix the situation easily so no worries, though he has nothing against taking care of you as a sheep.

Asmodeus: AAAA IT'S SO CUTE are you kidding!! Please get the phone out of his hand if you don't want to trend on Devilgram as a fluffy little pink sheep- He wouldn't prefer you in this form but honestly, now that it happened he can make the best out of it. I mean he still loves you, regardless! Cuddles you and takes you everywhere with him, now that you are so tiny and fluffy. Wouldn't insist on changing you back but obviously there is going to be a fight about that with his brothers.

Beelzebub: I'm aware I'm doing him dirty right now but; he might mistake you as cotton candy if you are not careful enough. Do not lay on the kitchen table / counter as long as you are in this form, is all I'm saying. He'd be glad to help you change back if you wanted it (as in asking help from someone else for you) and tbh he is clearly one of the only ones who wouldn't take pictures for fun. Absolutely find you adorable though-

Belphegor: What is going on. Has no clue it is you at first; he might use you as a fluffy pillow (love that for him) and he only awakens when his brothers charge in, concerned about your whereabouts, getting you out from under his head- So relieved and a bit shocked when he learns he used you as a pillow. Not that he doesn't do that any other time though.

Solomon: He was there when the accident happened, so he knows from the start it's you. Doesn't get upset or worried at all, mistakes exist to learn from them, after all! Good thing he was there with you though. Insist on figuring out what you did to make this happen, after all, you never know when you'll need to turn into a cute little pink sheep, do you??

Diavolo: What new species is this- The wonders of this world, really- Can't help but laugh when he figures out that it's you. Don't be mad at him though, he doesn't want to be mean, it's just the situation at hand- Might want to shear you so he gets to keep your cute fluffy wool as a token to remember this day. It will be easily one of his most treasured items! (ah imagine turning back into a human & being bald. oh lord-)

Barbatos: You would think he isn't going to be amused by this situation and you'd be so wrong to assume that. No, he is not taking pictures, but you definitely have to go out of your way if you want him to help turn you back. Enjoys carrying you around, though he can't look after you the entire day... Would have a conversation with you while you are in your vulnerable sheep form, only being able to reply in sheep noises. It's ok, you are his beloved sheep, after all.

Simeon: Similar to Barbatos, he'd also strike up a conversation just to tease you a little or to make you feel involved, depending on the situation. Acts very shocked when you start protesting being a sheep, as if you were a kid talking about something obvious you just learned about- No, unfortunately he is not going to turn you back. You are just too adorable for your own good MC, I'm sorry, it's not going to happen-

[pbandjesse]

My skin is really sore today. My thumb specifically is still really hurting. But I am very sore all over. The lotions and potions are helping but it's not getting better. Which is frustrating. But I am hoping that the weather getting nicer will help. Tomorrow they are calling for snow though??

Today was lovely though. I slept okay. Waking up was hard. But I got up and got dressed and felt very cute.

Me and James were both forgetful today. I thought I forgot my chapstick but would find one in my apron and so my day was saved.

I had a really fun morning thought. My first group was an almost Mennonite highschool group. I don't actually know if they were Mennonite. But they were a Christian school, coming from a while away, and the girls had the tiny hair covers and very modest clothes. So it's an assumption but I would say a good one.

And they were so lovely. Like just super nice and kind and laughed with big smiles when I told jokes. I spoke a lot about the bible during my print talk, and they were all just so kind. It was an excellent tour and I had a blast doing it. They wanted to walk around the museum after that and normally we don't do unaccompanied school groups. But they were such a small group and highschool, so we let them. And I'm glad. They were good and deserved to get as much out of the trip as possible.

I had to run to get right into another program. The other group I was with today (there were five groups!!! Like the old days!) was an hour early, so we started a half hour early in the cannery.

But they were a lot of fun. We also have another new educator! And she seems really nice. I don't know much about her yet because we had to run right into working but she had good energy.

The cannery went well. No issues. But it was go go go. And I had a lot of laughs in the company store because these were high schoolers and they never want to give up their tokens. But I came up with silly silly stories for what they needed to pay off. One boy, who was like 6 foot something, his character was a 20 year old girl and I came up with a story about her wanting to go to a dance and buying beautiful yellow fabric to make a dress. And he was like. No!!! It was hilarious.

I had time to just do supplies after that. I had asked for the afternoon off because I was supposed to get my hair done but it got pushed to next month. But I still wanted the time to myself.

I did car parts and some cleaning. But then I was off. It was beautiful outside and I was happy to be out in the world.

I drove out to Glen Burnie and went to value village. And honestly. Did not find much I wanted. I am trying to be more intentional with my shopping. And it's not perfect. But I mostly just enjoyed my podcast and looking around.

I did find 3 things. A white shirt I want to use as a coverup, another denim dress but this one has a pattern, and another gingham dress because I love the pattern so much and this one is old navy and I think is very similar to my favorite yellow summer dress.

I left there and went to Target next. I got a few bath and body products we needed. Tooth paste and body wash and floss and face wash. I enjoyed wandered the store. 3 separate people told me they liked my outfit. One guy stopped me and was like I love your glasses, wait actually your whole look is amazing. And I was like. Ah! Thank you! Made me feel nice about myself.

I did get the bike shorts I wanted. They are $12 in store but for some reason the same ones are $30 online?? But they had them and I am very pleased. I have been changing into them and a big top every day after work so having more will be great moving forward as the days get nicer.

I went and grabbed lunch to bring home. But really I was glad to be going back to the house so early in the day.

There was some traffic and people driving stupid. But I got home around a half hour later.

I brought my stuff up and ate my lunch before I out everything away.

I tried on my new clothes and felt so cute. And I played with Sweetp a little. I was tired. I thought about sleeping but after playing Pokemon for a half hour I would go lay in bed until James got home.

They convinced me to actually sleep. And so I did for an hour. Which made me feel a little dizzy when I got up but I'm glad I slept. It gave me the energy to do some art.

I skipped my knitting, I'll catch up tomorrow. While James did their podcast I worked on my new print. Got it all drawn up and still had energy to start carving it. It's not done but it's progress.

I came in the bedroom to make up some outfits for next week. And found Sweetp sleeping in his new carrier!!! I was so excited. I want him to view that as a space space so if I need to get him in their quickly he won't freak out. It was just so cute though seeing his cute little head.

I made my outfits and went to take a shower. And my skin is sore but I am alright. I am ready to rest.

Tomorrow I was supposed to go to puhtok but the group canceled because of the possible weather. But I will probably still be going to the science center tomorrow night. Jessica actually asked me if I wanted to work tomorrow but I had to say no. I need the day to myself, I have been pushing myself to much. Like I don't want to be a big baby but I am!! I am tired!! I want to hang out at home and do nonsense and make art.

So that is what I will do. I hope you all have a great night. Take care of yourselves! Goodnight!!

[ingeniouscollectionthing]

Love is beautiful, if it is true (Tom Riddle x Reader)

Request: hey:) do you think you can write something about Tom being the reader’s secret admirer and the reader is friends with the golden trio and they keep saying that the letters etc are creepy. since they dislike tom in general he knows he can’t make a move without them interrupting so he kind of gets her to go somewhere and they confess to each other? maybe with a smutty end hehe :)

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, fluffy smut

My dearest fierce lioness,

Not a single day passes, where I am not amazed by your unmatched beauty when you walk by me. Not a single second passes, where I am not amazed by your unmatched intelligence in classes, the way you move and speak with utmost elegance, the way your smile seems to light up the whole Great Hall. I am truly and utterly smitten by you, you are intoxicating.

Now I know this seems to be an unusual way to get in contact with you, since we walk by eachother every other day, however I can’t help but think that this proves to be a more mysterious and romantic way to reach out to you, don’t you think? I hope you noticed the little box attached to this letter – in it you’ll find a little present for you, a small token of my admiration. 

I’ve noticed that you do not take pleasure in expensive jewellery or useless gifts, it’s the small things that make you happy. So while my eyes always seem to search you out amongst crowds, I couldn’t help but notice the little book you carried with you. I think it was `Faust` by Goethe if I stand correct? So I went out of my way to gift you the second part of said book, in hopes it will bring you great joy.

If you may grant me the pleasure of you loving this gift by reading this tomorrow, I know that you accept my way of courting you. I know you may not know yet whose face is hiding behind this letter, but you shall know soon enough my little dove.

I’m already curious, whether you take on my proposal – believe me when I say you’ll invade my dreams tonight – as you do every night.

Sleep tight,

your secret admirer

Your eyes skimmed the piece of paper over and over again, not believing the words written down in a beautiful cursive handwriting. Your cheeks were tinted in a lovely shade of rose, while your heart was beating happily away in your chest. Your smile only grew as you opened the little box, for in fact there really was the book you’ve been dying to get your hands on. Squealing you flicked through the pages, before setting the book on your night stand.

“Where does that sudden happiness come from?”, Hermione asked, as she stepped into the dorm.

“Well, look! Have you ever read such sweet words?”, you sighed dreamily, while handing her the letter.

She quickly looked over it, a frown adorning her face.

“You don’t even know this person. This is creepy if you ask me. It could be anyone!”, she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she handed the letter back to you.

“Oh come on, ‘mione. Someone likes me! How bad could it be, if he even gifted me the continuation of my favourite book! Be happy for me once, will you?”, you said grabbing her hands, while doing a little giddy happy dance. She laughed as you twirled her around, before both of you settled down and talked about all possible suitors brave enough to send you this letter.

“What about that Ravenclaw guy? What was his name again? James, John? I forgot”, Hermione said, as she got comfortable in her bed.

“You mean Joel?”, you said, as Hermione nodded. “Yes he’s a nice guy, but I don’t think he’d have the guts to do this”

“True, but it could be, after all, he’s starring at you literally every second of every single day”, she laughed while making a dumb face. “Let’s try it that way. Is there anyone you’d want it to be? Anyone you like?”, Hermione asked, waiting expectantly. 

“Well…”, you sighed, not quite meeting her eyes.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re still fawning over that Riddle guy. He’s no good. He barely got any friends and he always keeps to himself”, Hermione scolded you. “But on second thought, he’s always sneaking glances at you. I think he also asked Ron once, what your favourite colour was, completely out of nowhere. He’s such a creep.”

“He did?”, you asked, hopeful now as the warm feeling from before resurfaced. “The box is (f/c), after all”, you noticed.

“Hmmm yes, it is… You should be careful with this, you never know what or who is behind all this”, your best friend said, lost in her thoughts, before both of you bid each other good night.

However before you could fall asleep, you watched out of the window into the beautiful night sky, and as a beautiful shooting star passed, you made a little wish involving a certain raven haired boy, before you slipped into your own world of dreams.

It was early in the morning as you woke up again. Hermione’s bed was already empty and you guessed she already left for breakfast. Slowly you got ready and as you went to retrieve your wand from your nightstand, you also took the beautifully designed book with you.

As you arrived at the Great Hall you already could spot your friends sitting at the table and eating breakfast. Their heads were huddled together, but they abruptly stopped to whisper as Ron noticed you coming to sit with them.

“Good Morning”, you said in a cheerful voice, as you started to eat your breakfast, your new book laid out in front of you.

“Good Morning”, the trio responded in unison, looking at you and then at the book.

“So I take it you want to get to know who your secret admirer is, then?”, Harry was the first one to speak.

You looked at him – Hermione must have told them everything, but it didn’t really surprise you.

“Well, you know I’m a sucker for adventures and mysteries.”, you shrugged, going back to your beloved book.

Harry, Ron and Hermione went back and forth on how this was a bad idea, how someone could be tricking you or how, if it was in fact T. Riddle, how bad of a guy he’d be for you.

You let them talk, too caught up in your book to respond. It’s your decision after all, not theirs. You didn’t notice the blue green eyes watching you with happiness. They in fact belonged to the very person you’d want them to belong to – a handsome, raven haired boy, dressed in his Slytherin robes.

She really is reading the book, Tom thought, trying to suppress the warm feeling rising in his chest. With doing that, you gave him the clear sign that you accept his way of courting you.

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of the first lesson – Potions with Slytherin. Together with your friends you made your way down into the dungeons, taking a seat beside Hermione as the lesson began.

You were nervous, you expected something to happen. You expected a new clue from your secret admirer, after you brought the book with you today. Just as you thought you’d have to wait longer a little paper origami bird landed in front of your seat, squeaking silently at you to open it. You looked up, trying to get a glimpse of the Sender to no avail. Slowly, you folded the paper open and there, scribbled in the same neat handwriting from yesterday was a single quote,

‘Zufällig naht man sich. Man fühlt, man bleibt und nach und nach wird man verflochten’

(‘They become closer by chance. They feel like they stay and gradually they become intertwined ’)

-  T

It was a quote from Faust. Your heart missed a beat, as you frantically looked around the classroom again, trying to finally find a face to match the words.

T.., you thought. Could it really be you, Tom?, you asked yourself, as you watched the beautiful raven haired boy working away on his potion.

You were completely oblivious to the sceptical look of your friends, as you returned to your work with a smile. Unknown to you, also Tom smiled, happy you slowly took the hint.

After the lesson ended, you and your three friends left for the next one. The trio was caught up in a busy conversation walking in a fast pace, while you trailed slowly behind them, daydreaming. As you were out of hearing reach, a familiar voice sounded behind you, quoting again from Goethe.

“Verweile doch, du bist so schön” (Ah, linger on, thou art so fair!), he said as you stopped in your tracks. “Das ist die wahre Liebe, die immer und immer sich gleich bleibt, wenn man ihr alles gewährt, wenn man ihr alles versagt.“ (This is true love that stays the same over and over again if you give it everything, if you deny it everything.)

You turned around, now face to face with your secret admirer. He slowly stepped towards you until he stood right in front of you. Tom Riddle.

“Hast du einen Menschen gern, so musst du ihn verstehen. … Schau mit Liebe und Verzeih’, denn am Ende bist du selbst nicht fehlerfrei.“( If you like a person, you have to understand him…. look at him with love and forgiveness, because in the end you are not error-free yourself.), you finished his Faust quote, now starring with awe into his mesmerizing eyes.

„I’m so happy you accepted“, Tom whispered, softly cradling your cheek in his hand.

„How could I not? You had me from the start.“, you replied, leaning into his hand.

Just as Tom opened his mouth to say something else, a shout of your name resounded in the corridor. It was Ron.

“(Y/n), are you coming?”, Harry now shouted. The trio came back around the corner to get you, however they halted, gasps leaving their mouths at the scene in front of them.

Tom scowled; his plan disrupted by your nosy friends. You looked at him sadly, the beautiful moment was ruined and you thought he’d just leave without another word. However, his eyes met yours again, as he planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Await my letter tonight, beautiful”, Tom whispered, leaving you standing there with your heart in your throat and mouth agape, as your friends caught up to you.

Your fingers glided over the spot his lips grazed just seconds ago, before your friends dragged you away to the next classroom, scolding you for fooling around with Tom Riddle. They didn’t like him, you didn’t know why and it hurt they didn’t take a moment to think about your feelings.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, for you couldn’t concentrate on anything. 

Await my letter, beautiful, resounded over and over in your head. 

During dinner you nearly forgot to eat, too caught up sharing shy looks with your secret admirer – Tom – sitting at the other side of the Great Hall, while your friends stared daggers at him. You had an argument with Harry and Hermione after the incident in the hallway, for they didn’t like Tom at all, too blind do notice, how much they hurt your emotions in the process. Ron however did notice this and tried to talk some sense into them, getting them to finally calm down.

As night time finally approached, you laid in your bed, reading - your fellow dormmates already asleep. A small tap on your window pulled you from your thoughts and there was an owl, dressed in a beautiful gown of black shiny feathers, with a letter in her beak. You jumped from your bed, careful to not wake your friends, as you opened the window. You took the letter from the owl, and with a small nod, she flew away out into the cold night air.

Your hands shook, as you opened the letter with anticipation. Your eyes skimmed the words,

Dearest lioness of mine,

I deeply regret how our meeting was cut short today. Every second of this damned day I longed to touch your soft face again, to look into those beautiful eyes of yours. I know that we didn’t get enough time to talk properly, for your friends always seem to get in my way. 

I know that my next request is highly indecent, forgive me for this, but I fear that I may go insane if I don’t get to see you right now. If you may give me the pleasure, I’d love to take you somewhere tonight – just the two of us. I truly thirst for your affection, I am burning to feel your touch on my skin. Let me take you with me, meine Liebste (my dearest love). Just the two of us.

By the time this letter has reached you, I am already standing outside of your common room. Take your book with you.

Don’t keep me waiting,

- T. Riddle.

 You all but jumped out of your bed, throwing on some clothes, picking up your book before sprinting down to the portrait hole. And sure enough there he stood, patiently waiting for you. His whole face lit up as you stepped out of your common room, looking as beautiful as ever. Your hair framed your face perfectly, your eyes, oh your beautiful eyes sparkled with delight.

Tom kissed the back of your hand, an old-fashioned gesture, but oh so sweet at the same time. As he stood upright again, you stepped forward, repeating what he did earlier that day – kissing his cheek. He blushed as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, before he intertwined your hands, whisking you away into the dark corridors to the room of requirements.

It provided you with a small cosy living room – a beautiful couch in front of a lit fireplace. You talked about everything and nothing at once, realizing that you have unbelievably much in common, while gradually cuddling closer to each other. Tom, for the first time ever, felt alive – with you in his arms he felt as if he was truly invincible, unmatched. He felt so unbelievably content in this moment, he’d never want it to end.

A comfortable silence engulfed both of you, as you snuggled into his side. You looked up at him as he stared into the fire and you couldn’t decide what fascinated you the most; the strong jawline or the slightly angled brows that made such a perfect match to the straight ridge of his nose.

As you snuggled further into his chest, he smiled and looked down at you. 

“So, how is your new book?”

“Marvelous.” You murmured against his chest, enjoying how his chest rose with every breath he took. “I didn’t know you were fluent in german, though”.

“What can I say? It is a very interesting language,” Tom chuckled, as his arm wound itself tighter around your middle.

“True.” You grinned and looked up at him. “Every word just seems to hold much more meaning behind it than you’d think”.

Tom carefully reached his other hand down and cradled your cheek, making you meet his gaze.

“Es muss von Herzen kommen, was auf Herzen wirken soll”, (What should work on hearts must come from the heart) Tom whispered.

You smiled and blushed a bit, as the way he looked at you made your belly tingle and your heartbeat quicken. You bit your lip carefully as you let your hand slide up and down his broad chest, and to your joy he relaxed to your touch.

He groaned as you leaned up to kiss him, your nails scratching at the skin of his neck. His hands squeezed your waist, as he fought for dominance in the kiss. Slowly one of his hands wandered up to your breast, making you moan. The sound was absolutely divine and that set him off. By now you could feel how moist you were between your legs and your desire to feel him inside you was nearly burning you.

As your hand cupped his growing bulge in his pants you kissed up and down his neck, before returning to kiss him once again and you happily opened your mouth to welcome his hungry and exploring tongue. Tom was already rock hard and as you moved to sit across his thighs your other hand started to rub him, slowly and teasingly. The way his hands grabbed your buttcheeks and squeezed them showed you his approval of what you were doing. You smiled against his lips as you unbuttoned his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders. He did the same to you, undressing you carefully and exposing your full naked body to his lustful gaze. Slowly you sank down on your knees in front of the couch, taking his pants and undergarments with you. Tom smirked as he saw your awestruck expression at seeing his cock, but his mouth soon turned into an O-shape as you slowly started to stroke him up and down in a sensual motion.

“Oh my, little dove, you know how to use your hands…” he growled as he leaned back to rest his head against the couch. “If you continue like this I’m going to cum soon”,

“Wouldn’t that be great?” you mused, adding little pressure as your thumb slid along the biggest vein and over the tip.

“It would, but I’d like to fuck you first before we get there.” Suddenly he picked you up, setting you in his lap, as you continued to stroke him. He moaned as his mouth searched for your breasts, and one of his hands slid over your hip and down between your legs. “And it seems like you would to…”

“I certainly would like to.” You breathed as his fingers circled around your clit in a skilled motion.

“Lay down, beautiful, I’d like a taste before we do that,” Tom grinned and moved you down on the couch, and you didn’t hesitate to spread your legs for him. He kissed your thigh, biting your soft skin before his lips finally surrounded your clit, followed with long and playful strokes with his tongue.

Your moans fuelled him and as he let two fingers slide inside you and tease that sensitive spot, you buried your hands in his hair, driven crazy by his talented tongue. He didn’t have to use much time to get you there and soon you were rocking your hips against his tongue, out of breath as your climax approached. With one angled and aimed thrust with his fingers against your swollen and sensitive spot inside your walls he sent you off, his fingers pumping in and out of you while his tongue licked over your clit in the same rhythm as the contractions of your orgasm.

“How can you be so good at this?” you whispered as you came down from your climax, threading your fingers through his hair.

“I just like the taste of my pleased woman,” he grinned, his chin moist after licking you.

“Your woman?”, you asked, smiling. He simply nodded while wiping his face with his free hand before he kissed your thighs again 

“You taste absolutely fantastic.” Tom breathed, gaze lustblown, as he held his slick coated fingers up to your mouth. Your obliged his silent command, and sucked them clean, holding his gaze through it.

You made sure to use your tongue to tease him, and he looked at you with playful and desiring eyes. 

“You beautiful, naughty creature. All mine now”, Tom moaned.

“All yours.” you said as you slid down his body till you reached his cock. Playfully you kissed the shaft from balls to tip, before your mouth slowly slid down. You hollowed your cheeks as you sucked his cock, making Tom’s hands tangle in your hair. This encouraged you, and his delightful moans as you slid further down the shaft were like music in your ears. Slowly you licked along his shaft with your tongue and as you tilted your head to look up at him, you saw a man completely lost in pleasure; the way his muscled torso flexed with his shortened breaths was a divine sight, and as his eyes met yours, a shiver ran down your spine.

His hands gently tugged on your hair and you knew you had pushed him to the brink as you hesitantly let him go. Although his salty pre-cum tempted you to just push him over the edge, you returned onto his lap and let your hands slide over his chest and broad shoulders.

Tom kissed you, and as he did so he gently pushed you down onto him, his cock grazing your pussy lips.

“Now I’m going to fuck you slowly and enjoy each inch of you till I can’t hold back anymore.” He moaned as he broke the kiss. He then kissed and sucked the skin on your neck, leaving marks, and with a smooth move, he was inside you.

You moaned out loudly as Tom instantly hit your g – spot. It stung a bit, for his cock was fairly large – your pussy clamped down on him. But he didn’t rush you; he started with long and slow moves, allowing you to get used to his size. You held your arms around him, moving your hips with his moves and soon you could take all of his length. And as promised, he fucked you slowly, savouring every single jolt of electricity you both felt. The pleasure was unbelievable, engulfing both of you in a warm and hot embrace. While he still marked your skin, you started scratching his back with your nails, leaving angry, bleeding streaks of red.

One of his hands cupped one of your breasts and you moaned loudly as he sucked on your nipple – it felt so good. Tom’s arms tried to get you impossibly close to him.

“Do you like this, my little dove?” he whispered in your ear, slowly picking up the pace now, while adoring every little whimper that left your mouth.

“Y-yes! Oh Tom, yes!”, you breathed, amazed by how he made you feel on fire.

“Your pussy feels soo good. Soo tight”, he growled as he bit on your earlobe.

“You make me feel so good, Tom. So good”, you hissed as his pace kept picking up.

“Mmmmh yes I’m fucking you soo good, making sure you’ll never forget me.” You could feel his smile against your neck. 

“Please! Merlin, please Tom! Make me cum on your cock”, you breathed, angling your hips to let him go deeper and rub harder against that one spot. 

“You’ll be the death of me”, he breathed, something about his hoarse voice telling you that he wasn’t far from coming.

Suddenly a powerful feeling surrounded both of you. You felt pure ecstasy as Tom’s magical powers reached out to yours, engulfing you in an embrace of powerful love. Yours did the same to him, before they both joined as one mighty force, binding you to each other.

You both moaned loudly at the new strange sensation, feeling on fire as both of your souls connected. The feeling of pleasure became unbearably much and suddenly the tingling knot in your stomach unhinged.

“Tom!”, you let out a high pitched scream, as your orgasm washed over you. Your pussy walls clenched tightly, trying to milk Tom of his fertile seed. He too groaned loudly,

“Mmh yes (Y/N)…you’re mine now!”. His semen shot deeply into your womb, marking you in the most intimate way possible. The magic engulfing both of you slowly dissipated, leaving the both of you to bask in the comfortable after glow.

Slowly Tom pulled out of your spent pussy, before conjuring a blanket to cover yourselfs as you laid down on the couch. Slowly you looked up at him, and as your eyes met it felt as if there was now a connection, binding you to the other. A strange sensation erupted in your hearts, as you shared a last kiss before cuddling close again. Tom summoned the book he gifted you with, stroking your hair while softly reading you to sleep.

“Schön ist die Liebe, wenn sie echt ist” (Love is beautiful, if it is true) Tom read the last line, before he too fell asleep with you in his arms.

A Little side note from me,

I’m from Austria so I’m logically fluent in german. Another fun fact about me, I adore Goethe’s works soo much, it was a great and fitting inspiration for this work. If you have any questions about german language or anything like that, feel free to ask!

- ingeniouscollectionthing

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You Are My Sunshine Chapter 7

TITLE: You Are My Sunshine Chapter 7 PAIRING: Marcus/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: 7/? SUMMARY: The FBI is setting up a task force to deal with international art theft and they’re in need of an analyst. Willow Reid, younger sister of the BAU’s resident genius, applies for the job and gets it. She and her new boss, Agent Marcus Pike, get off on the wrong foot due to her overly friendly personality. What will the BAU do when they realize that he’s taken their sunshine away?

“Willow, can I see you in my office?” Marcus asked.

Willow nodded and followed him, aware that the whole team was staring at them.

Marcus shut the door and sat down at his desk. “Is something wrong, Marcus?”

“There was a robbery at a nearby museum and they have security footage of it happening.”

Willow nodded. “Great. I’ll just need their IP address.”

Marcus looked at her, confused.

“I can backdoor my way into their system and pull the footage we need and if I can’t do it, Penelope can.” Sometimes she forgot that Marcus had no background in technology or hacking.

“I was actually hoping you could accompany me,” he said.

“Oh! I guess I could do that. Just let me grab my laptop and we can go.” Willow grabbed her laptop from her office and brought up her software as Marcus drove.

“So did Penelope show you how to do that?” Marcus asked.

“I learned everything from Penny. Before I joined the FBI, I would go to work with Spencer and shadow her.”

Ever since that night in Willow’s office, Marcus let her decide when to bring up her brother or the BAU.

They arrived at the museum and went inside.

Willow tried not to blush at the feeling of Marcus’ hand on her lower back.

“Ah, Agent Pike!” the curator said, rushing towards them.

“This is our technical analyst Willow Reid. She just needs to get a copy of the security footage so she can analyze it and hopefully bring them to justice.”

The curator nodded and led her to the security office.

Marcus stayed back to let her do her thing without being disturbed while he looked around at the paintings. He hadn’t been to this museum yet. Work had kept him busy, delegating tasks and traveling around for cases.

Willow soon joined him.

“Hey, get what we need?” he asked.

Willow patted her bag and said, “As soon as we get back, I can run it through some facial recognition software and we should have our unsubs.” “Unsubs?”

“Unknown subjects. Sorry. I still forget this isn’t the BAU.”

“I’m sure the curator would appreciate that. There’s a gala in a few days and he’d like the paintings back before then.”

Willow frowned. “You don’t think they would have sold the paintings by now?”

Marcus shrugged. “We’ve been following these ‘unsubs’ for a while. They tend to hold onto them for a little while until things die down.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The art thieves were apprehended thanks to the help of the FBI’s extensive databases.

As a token of appreciation, Marcus and Willow were invited to the gala. Willow wanted to turn down the invitation, but Marcus urged her to accept it. It would look good for the FBI and foster a relationship with the public.

Willow called Penelope. “I have a fashion emergency.” She explained what happened and begged Penelope to help her pick out a dress. She smoothed her hands over it again as there was a knock on her door. Willow grabbed her purse and answered the door.

Marcus was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black bow-tie. “You look…you look…wow.”

Willow blushed. Her was dress was white with black lace covering the bust and the inside hem of the dress. It came up to her knees in the front while the back brushed the floor. “You clean up pretty good as well, Pike.”

Marcus smiled and nervously looked at his shoes.

“I guess we should get going then,” Willow said.

“Uh, yeah.”

They went downstairs and Willow saw a limo.

“The owner of the museum insisted,” Marcus explained to her.

“I guess it’s okay. I was wondering how I was going to fit in your little Mazda.”

Marcus laughed and opened the door for her. Willow climbed into the limo, Marcus following.

The drive to the museum was spent in a comfortable silence. Neither of them felt the need to speak to break it.

They arrived at the museum and Marcus got out first. Willow took a deep breath and stepped out, clutching onto Marcus’ arms as they ascended the steps.

Once inside, Willow grabbed a flute of champagne. Maybe it would calm her nerves.

Marcus noticed her nervousness and put a hand on her back. “Hey, you okay?”

Willow nodded and leaned in towards him. Marcus wound an arm around her waist and held her close to his side.

To the outside world, they would look like a pair of lovers as opposed to co-workers.

“Do you wanna go look at the paintings?” Marcus asked her.

Willow nodded and let Marcus lead her around the gallery.

With a few drinks in his system, Marcus talked at length about the colors and the artists’ intent behind the paintings.

Willow couldn’t help smiling. His eyes lit up when he talked about art and you could tell he was passionate about it.

“Who knows? Maybe one day your drawings will be on these walls,” Marcus said.

“I think you’re drunk, Marcus.”

Marcus’ eyebrows furrowed adorably. There was that self-deprecation sense of humor again. Why couldn’t she see how talented she was? Marcus was about to something when the owner cut him off.

“Are you an artist too?”

“I draw in my free time,” Willow told him, “But it’s really just a hobby.”

“I’d love to take a look at your work sometime.”

Willow was speechless.

“She’d love that,” Marcus answered for her.

At the end of the night, there was a toast to the FBI, specifically Marcus and Willow. Marcus and Willow said their goodbyes and went outside to wait for the limo.

The temperature had dropped and Willow shivered.

Marcus took off his suit jacket and put it around her shoulders. “Here. Can’t have our computer genius getting sick.”

“The cold doesn’t make you sick. What you have to worry about is frostbite or hypothermia. Both conditions can lower your immune system and in turn, that can lead to you getting sick.”

“That a fact you learned from your brother?” Once again, Marcus read her like an expert.

“I retain a lot of what my brother says, even if I don’t have an eidetic memory.”

The limo finally arrived and they rode back to Willow’s apartment.

Marcus got out and walked her to the front door.

“I had a nice time tonight, Marcus.”

“Me too, Willow.”

Willow started to take his jacket off, but Marcus shook his head. “Keep it. Gives me a reason to come over sometime.”

Willow blushed and Marcus realized what he had just said.

“Oh my god. I didn’t mean it like that. I meant…”

Willow laughed and put a hand on Marcus’ forearm. “It’s okay, Marcus. I knew what you meant.”

They stood there for a few moments before Willow said, “Well, goodnight Marcus.” She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before she could stop herself. She quickly ducked inside as her heart pounded in her chest.

Marcus reached up and gently touched his cheek. He turned to the door, which he knew Willow was just on the other side of. “Goodnight, Willow.”

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Planeswalkers in Cube- Multicoloured

 One thing I definitely forgot about when I was starting this whole miniseries up is just how fucking many multicoloured planeswalkers there are. To be clear, there are no less than 99 gold walkers (including PW deck ones and flip cards), and I don’t have the inclination to go through all of those.

Moreover, multicolour is an inherently different beast in cubes than monocolour, simply because you don’t typically run that many cards in your section. Most cubes are going to have a colour pair without any Planeswalkers at all, and that’s honestly for the best.

Long story short: this one is going to look a bit different than the other 5 posts so far.

Today, for each colour pair, I’m going to be picking up to 3 cards to talk about. #1 will be the obvious pick, the most powerful and generally-agreed-upon “good walker” you run in that colour section- and since they’re pretty well understood, I’m not going to spend too long with them. The other 2 will be my own picks- one more generic a recommendation, one more specific (if I can manage). I might quickly shoutout any others that catch my eye on the way, but there’s so many cards here, and a lot of them are real bad, so forgive me for not wasting my time and yours on some of the chaff.

 Azorius (White/Blue)

Obvious Pick: Teferi, Time Raveler or Teferi, Hero of Dominaria

Take your pick of busted in half Teferis. Or play both. I’d argue that 3feri is more obnoxious, as many a competitive player can attest, but Te5ri is a brutal win condition if you’re looking to push WU control. I’m not sure it needs the help, though.

 Rec. 1: Dovin, Grand Arbiter

This card is kind of unassuming, but it’s better than it looks. Typically you’re just spamming the -1 to make Thopters and gain life as long as possible, maybe +1ing so you can keep him alive long enough to make more of them. It’s a 3 drop that’s relevant for control decks, and more than playable in midrange decks as well. Also, he helps add a little extra support for Flyers decks, Artifact decks, Token decks, and (kind of) Lifegain decks too, so if you’re playing any of those, he’s getting a little extra synergy. He’s also currently 60 cents, so.

 Rec. 2: Niko Aris

Going to be honest, I haven’t ever actually seen this one cast, so I don’t know if they’re any good at all. But they look sick as hell, and help push an Enchantment theme into UW if you’re so inclined. Honestly, this is mostly here because outside of the aforementioned 3 cards, UW Planeswalkers are a little dire. I really hope Niko Aris is good, because they’re a cool character, and there’s enough good words on this card to make me think they might make the cut. He’s also, again, quite cheap, so.

 Anything else?: I ran Dovin Baan for a bit, but that card is just so utterly boring. Beyond that, Venser is maybe fine if you’re pushing blink, and Dovin, Hand of Control is probably fine, especially in cubes where the tax effect can really shine.

 Dimir (Blue/Black)

Obvious Pick: N/A

Dimir doesn’t really have a clear headliner for Cubes, given that their options are actually pretty restricted. You’re probably going to end up running maybe one of these cards, or none of them, and be basically fine either way.

 Rec. 1: Ashiok, Nightmare Weaver

Ah, the classic Splashiok. Much like the Dovin from earlier, this is a 3 drop walker control decks can appreciate, though Ashiok is much more likely to whiff completely. I’m not sure how well this card has aged, but it’s still just a very fun card to have around in your Dimir section. Nobody’s unhappy to see an Ashiok. Except maybe your opponent.

 Rec. 2: Tezzeret, Agent of Bolas or Tezzeret, Master of the Bridge

UB Tezzerator is a deck a lot of people like having in their cubes, and you do need a Tezzeret to make it really come together. I’m not sure I’d ever run both, but definitely at least one is good to make UB artifacts work. The question is, classic and lean or big, new and splashy? I’m honestly leaning towards the new hotness on this one, if only because you don’t need to wait with him before you start draining your opponent to death. Of course, both is also an option.

 Anything else?: Ashiok, Nightmare Muse is also fine as just a generic pretty good walker. Beyond that, not really- Tezzeret the Schemer is just worse (though cheaper) than the other two, and Ashiok, Dream Render is just a do-nothing. Mill is fucking boring in cube, don’t run it.

 Rakdos (Black/Red)

 Obvious Pick: Daretti, Ingenious Iconoclast

Only because he’s much more interesting and powerful than anything else the colour has. I think Rakdos might have the lowest total Planeswalker count of any colour pair out there with 6. Daretti is kind of like Oko, but less busted, and therefore better.

 Rec. 1: Valki, God of Lies // Tibalt, Cosmic Imposter

This might be cheating, because you could technically run it just in your Black section, but I’m not sure it’s good enough just on the face of it? With the back half in mind, though, this card is both cool and fun- Tibalt is a very powerful planeswalker, even at 7 mana, and if it’s earlygame you can still just cast Valki. BR is not often a colour pair that wants 7 mana cards, but because of the modality this card can kind of just get away with it.

 Rec. 2: Angrath, Captain of Chaos

Obviously this is just for lower power cubes, but I think a lot of people undervalue that static ability. Menace for your entire board ends up playing much better than one would think, and the fact that this protects itself and is a hybrid card makes it a surprisingly solid overall pick. Besides, what else are you running in BR hybrid, Redcap?

 Anything else?: Angrath, the Flame-Chained is another generic decent walker, but that’s not really what BR usually wants. And Sarkhan the Mad is funny, but bad. Probably. Someone prove me wrong, I’d love to see it.

 Gruul (Red/Green)

 Obvious Pick: Wrenn and Six

Got fetchlands? Got Strip Mine? Play this card. Even if you have neither of those, it picks off enough X/1s that it’s probably still good enough.

 Rec. 1: Arlinn Kord // Arlinn, Embraced by the Moon

This might actually be my favourite Planeswalker in general. Her newer iteration is almost certainly better, but the original still has really interesting play patterns and is solid in both aggressive and midrangey Gruul decks. Plus, I know some people don’t want to have to track Daybound/Nightbound, so this card avoids having to do that, at least.

 Rec. 2: Samut, Tyrant Smasher

Another pick exclusively for lower powered cubes. Seriously, don’t play this if you have better, she’s really not that good. But, what she does provide is a Haste effect for mono-green decks, and that’s not something you really get, ever. Everything else is kind of just gravy. Having your big ramp guys come in with Haste means A. that your opponent is getting killed a turn quicker, and B. they’re likely to do something even if your opponent has removal in hand.

 Anything else?: As mentioned above, Arlinn, the Pack’s Hope // Arlinn, the Moon’s Fury looks extremely strong. I’m also a fan of the two newer Domris, both of which kind of make the original one a moot point. I do think Gruul is a pretty good place for Planeswalkers if you’re trying to support a Wildfires theme- and I’m currently doing that, so I’ve got a few in there.

 Selesnya (Green/White)

 Obvious Pick: N/A

Selesnya doesn’t have that much to choose from, and a lot of the time would probably rather just have another creature in this slot. Not always, though, and that’s what the recommendations are for.

 Rec. 1: Ajani Unyielding

Extremely large cat dad is cheaper than a bag of chips and an excellent card for rampier GW decks. The +2 is going to draw a few cards usually, and the -2 is, well, you know. It’s Swords to Plowshares. You can just +2/-2 as long as you want, really, and the value that generates will win the game. My only real issue with him is that I really like Archon of Valor’s Reach, and you can’t really run both.

 Rec.2: Ajani, the Greathearted

Smaller cat dad is kind of just a better version of the original Ajani Goldmane…but it’s in the GW section instead of mono-white. I like this guy for lower powered settings, though, and he’s a great way to encourage go-wide as a strategy for the colour.

 Anything else?: Nah. The Huatlis don’t do anything, and Calix is just so laser-specific that I can’t really recommend him outside of like, a Theros cube.

 Orzhov (White/Black)

 Obvious Pick: Sorin, Lord of Innistrad or Sorin, Solemn Visitor

Pick your favourite 4-mana Sorin. As long as you’re not choosing Vengeful Bloodlord, you’re probably in business. They kind of do the same thing- make tokens, buff the board- just one does it one way around, and the other does it the other way around. That sounds like a tweakable knob to me!

 Rec. 1: Sorin, Grim Nemesis

As well as black and white lend themselves to slow decks (being the two colours with the best access to boardwipes), I rarely feel like I’m seeing slower WB decks highlighted in cube. Typically, I guess you want something that can get reanimated…but this is good too. He’s got a lot of loyalty, and he chips your opponent down while drawing cards. The removal ability is awkward (as is the art), but it’s not too much of a downside that I couldn’t see playing this card. If you want to lean in to BW control or grindier midrange strats.

 Rec. 2: Kaya, Ghost Assassin

I’m not going to act like this card is the best thing ever or anything, because it really isn’t. And yet, it’s still easily the best Kaya we’ve gotten. This card does a bunch of really weird and interesting things, and somewhere in that mess you get value out of it. She doesn’t protect herself well at all, but she can at least reset her loyalty if she starts getting low. It’s…fine?

 Anything else?: Hell no. The rest of Orzhov’s Planeswalker section is really bad. We have two 3-mana Kayas now, and both of them are somehow bad. In 2019/2021 Magic.

 Golgari (Black/Green)

 Obvious Pick: N/A?

 I’m pretty much unsure if my first recommendation is going to be an obvious pick or an underrated gem. So uh…

 Rec. 1: Vraska, Relic Seeker

This card is creeping up in price, which is frustrating, because it’s great in even high-powered lists and yet not broken in lower ones. This card is nuts. She wins the game real quick unchecked, and her -3 is versatile enough that it’s unlikely you’re going to need too much else to have her do it. As far as 6 mana planeswalkers go, I genuinely can’t think of one I’d rather have in my deck than this. Off the top of my head, at least. And she’s green, so 6 mana isn’t that much of an issue.

 Rec. 2: Grist, the Hunger Tide

Grist’s abilities are relatively average. +1 make a guy (you’re never repeating the process), -2 kill something, a bit worse than you usually get but it’s also a mana less than what you usually get. However, having the guy count as a creature everywhere else means there’s a whole bunch of synergies this works so much better with. It’s a planeswalker without the usual disadvantage of not interacting with your creatures matter cards. And come on, GB is always caring about the graveyard.

 Anything else?: Vraska, Golgari Queen is really solid as well, and is also creeping up in price, so maybe get on that if you like the look of her. Garruk, Cursed Huntsman is kind of like Vraska, Relic Seeker if you traded some versatility for raw power. And I dunno, maybe Nissa of Shadowed Boughs is fine.

 Simic (Green/Blue)

 Obvious Pick: Oko, Thief of Crowns

When a card is banned in this many formats… look, I might anti-recommend this guy, because he’s a huge pain and people actively dislike him, but its still far and away the best Simic…probably just Simic card in general, actually.

 Rec. 1: Nissa, Steward of Elements

Gonna be honest, there really isn’t much other than Oko that Simic gets? So this was hard. I like the potential deck archetype of UG Topdeck Matters, though, and this Nissa helps enable and pay that off in turn. She can come down on 3 and just start scrying, or she can just be 8 mana deal 10 to face. I like this card, but she really doesn’t protect herself unless you can guarantee a hit off the 0, so play with caution.

 Rec. 2: Kiora, Behemoth Beckoner

I’m afraid to say this might be the best Kiora for cubes, and it’s only really good in lower power. I reckon this card must be great in Peasant, though, seeing as it ramps and draws cards. And it takes a fair chunk to kill her. And if you don’t need to ramp, you can use this to protect itself by untapping a blocker. She probably needs a deck with enough 4/Xs to actually be good, but that shouldn’t be too hard to manage, especially since she ramps you into them.

 Anything else?: Simic in cube had a real problem of just…not having good cards in the multicoloured section until about Ravnica Allegiance, which this list of Planeswalkers reflects…except most of these cards are from after that set. I guess Kiora, Master of the Depths and Tamiyo, Collector of Tales are okay, but I wouldn’t run them if I had something better.

 Izzet (Blue/Red)

 Obvious Pick: Dack Fayden

I have a personal grudge against this card, because every single time I tried to play the artifact deck in the vintage cube someone at my LGS had, I’d end up matched against whoever had this smarmy fuck. Rest in pieces, you twat. With that in mind, card’s great in high-powered cubes, as long as the artifacts are good enough, but is pretty priced out of anything else.

 Rec. 1: Saheeli, Sublime Artificer

This is honestly the other obvious pick, but I’m putting it here anyway. Saheeli here is Monastery Mentor, but you can play it in Blue or Red instead of needing White in your spells deck. And you don’t get prowess, sure, but you do get the occasional use of that -2 ability. This card is, no two ways about it, completely nuts and you can probably get it working in just about any cube’s UR or hybrid section. It works with spells decks, artifact decks, storm decks, token decks, planeswalker decks if you’re into that, et cetera et cetera.

 Rec. 2: Ral, Izzet Viceroy

This is just kind of a pet card, because I fully understand that this is just a 5-mana “generic planeswalker design” card in multicolour. But look at it this way- he’s a win condition for spells decks (or honestly just any UR control build) that doesn’t rely on creatures or on storm-style effects, as well as being pretty tough to deal with and having the actual kill (the emblem) be pretty fun to play with. Also he has “Viceroy” in the name. I fully acknowledge that this card is mediocre at best, but I just really like him, and he’s super cheap too, so.

(Well, not the version I’m getting, since I paid for the Mythic Edition one. My current one is in Russian, can’t have that can we?)

 Anything else?: Honestly, yeah, there’s some great options here. Neither other Ral Zarek is good, but I really like Saheeli, the Gifted even if she’s kind of completely overshadowed by Sublime Artificer(…just run both?). Saheeli Rai is obviously there if you want the copycat deck to be a thing, and I really want to try out The Royal Scions at some point, they look like they’d be a great tempo option. And Rowan, Scholar of Sparks // Will, Scholar of Frost has enough words on it that some of them have to be good, right?

 Boros (Red/White)

 Obvious Pick: Ajani Vengeant

How this card is still so cheap after zero reprints in the last 10 years I do not understand. AV is a classic of older cubes that still holds up today- he keeps things locked down, including lands, and he bolts stuff out of the way. Eventually maybe you get to geddon someone. I feel like Ajani’s continued presence in cubes is more a feature of Boros than a feature of Ajani, but it is nice that sometimes the OGs get to stick around. The +1 is deceptively powerful.

 Rec. 1: Nahiri, the Harbinger

Typically, RW is extremely pigeonholed into aggro. As someone who enjoys the colour combination a lot, this is pretty frustrating, so I like cards like this Nahiri that can support a different path. The card is a little awkward- the removal ability is basically only defensive, and the +2 being rummage is kind of a pain (I feel like if this card was made today, this would be an impulse draw), but the package is pretty solid. She gets a lot of loyalty for a 4-mana walker, and it doesn’t take too long to get that ultimate- though it does have deckbuilding requirements.

 Rec. 2: Nahiri, Heir of the Ancients

I probably wouldn’t have put this here had I not realised how fucking cheap it is- and considering how incredible the alternate art is, you can at least get some pimp value without burning too much cash. This card is a weird combination of specific and versatile- you really need a few equipment to be running this, but if you do have them, she kind of does it all (and if you don’t, she still makes 1/1s!). She definitely lacks the chops for the real big dick environments, which is really awkward, because equipment quality tends to fall off real quick. That said, the advent of more solid coloured equipment like Maul of the Skyclaves, as well as ones that are just playable on their own like Barbed Spike, have really helped the card type shine more, and so I expect Boros Equipment to make a comeback in more budget cubes- Nahiri is great there.

(Oh great, finally, after like a decade, Boros equipment is good! Now something else, please!)

 Anything else?: Nooot really. Huatli, Warrior Poet I suppose exists if you want your Assemble the Legion/Outlaw’s Merriment variant to be faster but more fragile. God, I want to like that card, but the +2 doing so little completely turns me off it, even though I love that the -X is just Aurelia’s Fury. 

 Alright, that’s all the 2-colour pairs. Which brings me to the end of this article, and just about to the end of this series- however, we do have a bit more to go over. Specifically, next time around I’ll be going through 3-5 colour cards (not very many of them, though), colourless, and some odds and ends- might go over the ones that were spoiled from Crimson Vow too. We’ll see- either way, I hope it’s been either enlightening or interesting, and that I’ve managed to convince you of the merits of at least one card over the course of it.

[milknette]

chapter 02 - rebellion

i move slow and steady, but i feel like a waterfall.​

tumblr month: @adrinetteapril​​

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ALYA'S the one to pick her up from Ms. Mendeleiev’s class, waiting outside the door so that she can’t actually get out escape her.

She smiles as soon as Marinette exits, and the latter can’t quite swallow down the grin that threatens to escape her lips as she sees her friend’s hands crossed over her chest.

“So…,” Alya starts, as they begin to walk down the hallway. “I skipped class an hour ago.”

“ Ah, ” the mermaid only says offhandedly, “you know, you shouldn’t be skipping. That’s not the kind of role model behavior you should have for your ward .”

“Right,” the girl only nods alongside her. “It’s just that I was trying to help out a friend, so I rushed down to the quad with tons of towels in hand— looking absolutely insane , might I add… and imagine my surprise when she wasn’t there!”

“Shocker!” Marinette only responds drily, eyes widening unrealistically in shock. “I mean, to her defense, she would’ve been late if she’d waited. At least one of us should’ve been a good student today.”

Alya only narrows her eyes, before lightly bumping her companion to the side. “ You know , I’m thirsty,” she starts, slowly grabbing a bottle from the side of her backpack as she opens it.

Marinette takes a brief step back, and glares. “You wouldn’t dare .”

They have a brief staredown for a second, with Alya raising the bottle up… before simply taking a sip and immediately putting it away. She rolls her eyes as Marinette relaxes, laughing lightly as she hooks her arm around hers. “Come on, you didn’t really expect me to do that to you, did you?”

“Wouldn’t put it past your species,” she only responds curtly.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. All us land mammals suck, huh?”

A brief pause, before Marinette nods.

(But not brief enough— as Alya’s head flips towards her direction, an eyebrow raised and excitement almost bubbling out of her expression.)

“Hey,” she starts slowly, as they come to a standstill in the middle of the hallway. Alya moves uncomfortably close to her face, scrutinizing her friend’s expression. “What was that?”

Marinette doesn’t answer, instead looking in the other direction. “What do you mean?”

“That pause.”

She still refuses to look at her directly. “What pause?”

“When I said that you hated land mammals, you hesitated .”

She scoffs. “I did not .” Marinette struggles to get herself out of Alya’s grasp. (She has absolutely no problem swimming against strong currents in the ocean, but was increasingly realizing that her human body was largely just a useless and inefficient lump of flesh.)

“Yes, you did ,” Alya protests back, eyes squinting as she tries to make out what her friend’s expression means.

Marinette tries not to let anything show. Thinks about anything else. Not about the very cute TA, or the way he carried her, or the way his god-awful puns made her laugh like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. Not about Adrien, and especially about the way he made her feel — ah, crap .

The red on her cheeks is subtle, but it doesn’t go unnoticed.

(Damn Alya and her investigative skills.)

“You met someone,” her friend finally deduces, voice slowly increasing in volume. “Do you have a crush on a human!?”

At that, Marinette manages to free herself (the power of embarrassment does wonders to the human body, she realizes), and pulls Alya to one of the empty classrooms. “Do humans always feel the need to speak so loudly? Mermaids are never this noisy.”

“That’s because you don’t have lungs ,” Alya only responds, rolling her eyes — before grabbing her friend’s hand, and using the other to point at the mermaid accusingly. “And don’t you even try changing the subject; I need to know everything. Right now.”

Marinette shakes off her arm, opting to lean upon one of the desks. “There’s nothing to say! You’re just making things up from thin water.”

“Thin water?”

“Yeah. Like when you make something up without any basis? Do humans not have expressions like that here — “

“No, yeah, we do, but that’s not…,” Alya pauses, then exhaustedly rubs at her forehead. “Look, we’ll get into human and mermaid language later. A lot more interesting is that a mermaid has fallen for one of us .”

“I did not fall for him…!” Marinette stops in her tracks, realizing with her friend’s smirk that she’s fallen right into her trap.

“Ah, so there is a he to fall for?”

Marinette scoffs, tries to find an excuse or brush it off, before realizing that it’ll ultimately be a fruitless effort. Running a frustrated hand down her still-damp hair, she sighs. “Fine!” She finally mutters, defeated. “Look, it’s not a big deal. I just found him cute, that’s all.”

Alya raises an eyebrow. “Not a big deal?” She asks, shaking her head. “You’ve been here for a month , and I haven’t even seen you be interested in talking to humans, much less making friends,” she points out. “Actually talking to a guy without wanting to murder him, and finding him cute… now that’s what we call progress.” She grins, then leans forward.

Personal space, Marinette figures, is likely a concept that she isn’t all too familiar with.

“What’s his name?”

“I don’t —. “

“ Marinette ,” she finally deadpans. “We both know that you’re gonna end up telling me, or at the very least, I’ll end up figuring it out with my amazing detective skills, so let’s save the time on our part and just… tell me who he is.”

(She wants to say she knows Alya’s bluffing. But the determined look in her eye and tilt to a smile, and the fact that she knew how stubborn her best friend could be when it came to getting the “latest scoop”, as it is — makes her know that the statement is nothing short of the truth.)

“Adrien,” she finally breathes. “I don’t know his last name, but — “

“Agreste?” Alya suddenly interrupts, eyes widened in slight surprise. “Adrien Agreste?”

“Look, I can’t tell you if it is — “

“Blonde, green eyes, model figure, speaks only in corny puns but somehow endearing, and basically drop-dead gorgeous?”

“I — ,” Marinette pauses, trying to get her thoughts together. “How did you know that?”

To the former’s surprise, Alya doesn’t even respond. At least not with words.

Instead, she bursts into a fit of laughter . “Of course, it’s him,” Alya only cackles. “Of course it’s Agreste, isn’t it?” She pauses, then mutters to herself: “can’t believe I didn’t figure that out earlier on.”

“What do you mean?” Marinette only insists, trying to stop herself from mentally drowning her best friend. “Do you know him?”

“Adrien?” She finally catches her breath, before cackling again. “I think the better question to ask, Marinette, is who doesn’t ?”

“ Stop laughing! ” Marinette huffs, evidently getting more irritated. “What? Is he popular or something?”

Noticing the mermaid’s growing annoyance with the situation, Alya finally calms herself down, wiping a stray tear from her eye. “Adrien? He’s not just popular. He’s like the equivalent of an actual prince we have here in Francois-Dupont.”

“A prince?”

“Ever heard of the Agrestes? His dad’s on the board of directors here, and they’re loaded . Piss off Adrien, and he could definitely have you expelled in a second,” Alya states, before shaking her head. “Not that he would ever do it; Adrien’s one of the kindest people here — there are rumors that he’s actually an angel who’d come to visit us mortals.”

“Now that’s a little farfetched.”

Alya pauses, then stares her down while gesturing at her feet. “ Really? And a shapeshifting mermaid with supernatural powers is absolutely normal?”

Marinette looks at herself, then begrudgingly nods. “You have a point. But go on .”

“Well, that’s it, really,” she only says. “Adrien Agreste’s what you’d call your token golden boy . He even has a fanclub — “

“Really? There are a bunch of girls who set up a fanclub here?”

“ Oh ,” Alya shakes her head. “Not just here. It’s an international fanclub, and they have like, different branches or arms within and outside university. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t made it to mermaid media yet.”

“Mermaids don’t really care about the human world,” she only mutters, head still reeling from the onslaught of new information. “All they really want is to be left alone, remember?”

“Right,” Alya states, then suddenly looks at her in worry. “Are you okay?” She finally asks. “Don’t worry about having a lot of competition,” she points out. “He’s nice, but he hasn’t shown interest in any of them. You still have a chance.”

“Look, I don’t care about that,” Marinette only mutters. “I just want to be friends.”

Alya rolls her eyes. “Sure,” she drawls, “just be friends, says the girl who’s curiously asking about his life.”

Marinette stares back at her, deadpan. “Yes, and also that same girl who’s going through more than enough just by being the sole mermaid for miles.” She shakes her head, willing the thoughts of the blonde boy to escape her mind. “I’m not fanning the waves by going after someone who I’m sure has relationship drama following wherever he goes.”

“Okay,” Alya starts, “we’re going to circle back to ‘fanning the flames ’ later, but come on! Shouldn’t you chase after love regardless of the obstacles?”

Marinette can’t quite hide the disgust in her eyes. “Who talks like that? Are all you humans so cheesy?” Alya looks unimpressed with the response, but simply shakes her head. “I’m thinking strategically. Adrien’s cute, sure , but he’s not worth starting a revolution for.”

“A revolution? Aren’t you being a little too dramatic?”

“Fine then,” Marinette instead amends. “A rebellion.” She walks over to the window, starkly aware of the amount of people who’d prefer she not be here at all. “There’s already a manhunt over me, and I just want to finish the rest of this program in peace.”

“But…!”

She finds her way back to Alya, taking the latter’s hand and interlocking it. “See? You’re more than enough for me.”

“Initiating touch with a disgusting land mammal like me?” Alya dramatically puts a hand to her forehead, voice accentuated to sound like some stereotypical damsel-in-distress in early black-and-white movies. “Am I dreaming?”

Marinette cracks a small smile, then rolls her eyes. “All humans are so dramatic.”

“ Not all of us ,” a third voice suddenly chimes in, making the two pause in their tracks.

Leaning upon the door’s entrance, the so-called golden boy enters the room, eyes bright with visible amusement. “You know, students aren’t allowed to use the rooms without a permit.” His eyes gloss over to land on one figure in particular. “ Water you doing here?”

Oh, that’s objectively terrible.

Yet she finds herself smiling anyway.

Damn it.

“I was— I mean, we were, uh…”

Alya looks at her companion in evident surprise (she’d never seen Marinette quite so… adorable , if she were being honest), then stifles a laugh.

Marinette makes a mental note to throw her in the swimming pool later.

“We were just looking for Madame Bustier!” Alya finally responds easily, “she told us to meet her after she finished class, but we must’ve been in the wrong classroom. Sorry about that .”

Adrien looks at the two of them for a moment— perhaps looking at one not-person, really, then breathes a light chuckle. “She’s having lunch right now, but you can visit her office later if you still need to schedule an appointment.”

Busted.

“Thanks!” Alya only responds brightly, choosing to skip over how easily she was caught in her lie. “I guess we should take a head start, then.” She pulls Marinette, who seems to be paralyzed in place. “Let’s go , Marinette—!”

“ Actually , if it’s okay with you, I’d love to talk to her for a bit,” Adrien says, cutting them off. They both pause, and after a mental conversation between them (more on with Marinette saying something along the lines of ‘don’t leave me with him’ , and Alya either not understanding or willingly ignoring the statement— she really bets it’s the latter), giving an obnoxious thumbs up and nodding.

“Then I’ll see you later, Mari!”

Marinette updates the mental note. Throw her into the ocean , then.

“I’m starting to think your hobby’s eavesdropping on my conversations, huh,” she finally says, hands folded over her chest in an admittedly feeble attempt to assert dominance. Then, in a slightly more meek (and panicked, really) volume: “what did you hear?”

“Just dew- ing my job,” he grins back. She can’t even comment on how awful the pun is. “Can’t have you getting into more trouble.” Then, a thoughtful pause. “And don’t worry, I only got in when you called us disgusting land mammals.”

“Wait but that wasn’t me, that was Al—!”

She pauses, noticing the amused smile on his face. “And you’re messing with me, huh?”

“You need to learn how not to take things so sea riously,” he jokes. “Just go with the flow .”

Marinette huffs. “I can absolutely go with the flow…”

“Really?”

“De fin itely.”

The pun escapes her mouth before she can think about it, but it’s more than enough to make Adrien grin like an absolute maniac. “Then prove it over dinner? Tomorrow?”

“I don’t want to start a rebellion, though…”

They both pause.

Now why exactly did that come out?

He laughs. “I don’t know what you mean, but what do you have against rebellions?” Adrien pauses for a moment, thoughtful. “You’ll never get what you want or need by not doing anything about it.”

“So you’re telling me that…?”

“Well I don’t want to incite a whole-out war, but I think there are some things worth fighting for.” He turns to face her, eyes still beaming with a look that she can’t describe as anything other than kind . “Don’t you think?”

Marinette stops in her tracks, thinks, then carefully offers a hand.

“What time?”

“Hm?”

“The time,” she repeats. “For dinner tomorrow, I can meet you there.”

She hadn’t known it to be possible, but the smile on his face widens. “ Seaven,” Adrien says brightly. “I can pick you up at the girls’ apartment. You live there, right?”

Marinette nods.

“Fintastic,” he responds, still grinning as he jokingly bows and tips an invisible hat in his direction. “Until then, Marinette.” Adrien concludes, before walking away, a little bounce in his step, as she’s left to her own devices.

Marinette knows she’s going head over tails for him.

But she’s surprised to find that she doesn’t quite mind it.

[sanctferum]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2021: Days 13-19

ah shit, lads, I forgot to do this lololol

April 13th: How much preparation and planning do you need before doing new things, or even for familiar things? Do you need to be totally prepared ahead of time or are you more comfortable with being spontaneous/just going for it? Does it vary for you depending on the thing or the day?

Oh I need to know that shit waaaaay in advance. I need my schedule to be flexible but I also need the schedule itself for stuff like appointments and knowing what to do when (i.e., don't start playing an MMO half an hour before you have to leave for an appointment somewhere, but a game I can pause is fine).

April 14th: What do you like about being autistic?

*slaps top of own head* this baby can fit SOOOO much special interest

April 15th: Do you work? If so, what is that like for you? Are you open about being autistic at work? Alternatively, how open are you about being autistic? Do you tell a lot of people? Or just a select few? How do people normally react when you tell them? If you don’t tell people, then why?

I don't have a job, likely for autism-related reasons. Not that I think people discriminate against me because I am autistic, but a lot of the problems I do have with getting a job have to do with autism, like my inability to exaggerate my qualifications. (The other problems are al capitalism, babey. And confidence, I suppose.)

I'm pretty open about being autistic. I used to not be, but honestly, if you're making a friend and you say you're autistic and they say a slur or make some rude remark, do you really want them to be your friend in any case?

April 16th: What did it feel like when you interacted with other autistic people for the first time? What does the autistic community mean to you? How important is it?

Uhh...I don't know how to answer that first question. My two older sisters are also autistic so there's never been a time where I haven't interacted with other autistic folks.

Eh...I dunno how important the community as a whole is to me. But I know there's specific individuals who are my friends who are autistic, that I can talk to about autism-related issues, and that means the world to me.

April 17th: How do you feel about terms like “special needs”?

Well...it's not inherently a bad term, per say? But my personal experience with it is not pretty. I was in the special needs program at school for first to eighth grade, and again from eleventh to twelfth grade. And in the case of elementary and middle school, that was uh. Heavily leveraged against me by the kids who weren't in the special needs program. A lot of my self-loathing issues specifically relate to me wanting to be "normal". Both in the sense of, they crammed all the special needs kids into only a few classes and as such we learned at the pace of the slowest learner in class and those of us who learned more quickly or more advanced resented not being in classes that were more to our level, and in the sense of, maybe if I wasn't in the special needs program, the other kids wouldn't bully me, might even see me as their peer. (Ha! Looking back, that's pretty wishful thinking.) The R-slur and various lesser slurs related to intelligence, as well as the weaponization of the term "special needs" to mean "stupid" or to mean the R-slur, were very common, too.

April 18th: Talk about identity. Is being autistic an important part of your identity? What does being autistic mean to you? Which do you prefer: identity first or person first language and why?

Being autistic is part and parcel of who I am. So yeah, I'd say it's an important aspect of my identity. By that same token, it doesn't need to mean anything in particular to me, it just is. Like. I'm a cis guy. That's a fact. It means very little to me as an inherent statement, it's just a thing about me that is true. Same deal. Autism colors a lot of my behavior and interests, but the simple fact of "I am autistic" is just that, a simple fact.

Don't remember the difference between identity first and person first off the top of my head, and don't care enough to look it up.

April 19th: Do you enjoy music, or do you find it overstimulating? If you do like music, what kind of music do you prefer?

Yes I enjoy music, but only specific kinds of music. Soundtracks, such as for video games, are something I love. I don't care for most of the songs they play on the radio, though. And everyone but me agrees that my sister's singing voice is beautiful, but I find it very grating, which has caused some tension. It also doesn't help that she tends to sing Jewish songs and prayers, and while I am proudly Jewish, I'm not religious and, perhaps due to my experience with religion, religious songs and hymns seem to be something of a trigger of mine. Is trigger the right word there? I'm not sure. It makes me very uncomfortable and I feel like I have to go somewhere I can't hear it, or ask my sister to not sing (which is kinda rude).

But yeah, soundtracks are my life. I'm the Homestuck Sound Test guy for a reason. And I also have a compilation of unreleased Undertale music called the Your Best Companion Soundtrack that I put together. (I should update that with the exclusive songs for the Nintendo Switch and Xbox One versions, huh.) Soundtrack collection and curation, mostly for video game music but also for other special interests with soundtracks like Homestuck or The Adventure Zone, is a huge special interest of mine. My collection currently has 313 gigabytes of music, which is pretty crazy.

[attilarrific]

celestriakle replied to your post: This is random as hell and totally unprompted, but...

In the tags, you say I know you can write a subplot but we all know what happened there. As someone who only read a little of the og series, I’m curious ��

Oh, that!

Yes, so in the tags of that post, I said Rick Riordan used to be able to write a really good romantic subplot, and then it all fell apart, and I stand by that. The Percy/Annabeth thing in the original series totally works. It’s good, it’s cute, they’ve got a great dynamic, you enjoy reading about them dancing around each other for five books.

And then we get to Heroes of Olympus, and suddenly all the new romantic subplots suck.

This, I think, goes straight to the base problem with Heroes of Olympus, the problem that creates a lot of its other problems: the massive and largely new ensemble cast. Percy Jackson and the Olympians had one main character, and it was Percy. Heroes of Olympus has, at the very least, seven main characters (more like nine or ten by the end, depending on whether you count Hedge), with a minimum of three point of view characters per book. Freaking House of Hades has seven damn narrators. Over the course of the entire series, nine different people narrate. Nine.

This means, in essence, that Rick Riordan is trying to give nine different people equal amounts of Being Important in this five book children’s series. The books aren’t that long! There isn’t that much space! This succeeds better in some cases than others, but a frequent criticism of Blood of Olympus (the final book) is that Percy, our beloved main character of the first series who other characters say is the most powerful demigod ever, basically gets fuck all to do.

And yes, I get what he was doing, he was accepting good faith criticism of the overall whiteness of the first series and adjusting accordingly, and that’s awesome! I mean, it feels kind of like tokenism and he doesn’t always pull it off incredibly well, but he is trying so hard, and I have so much respect for that. But the cast is too big and unwieldy for the amount of book, and it creates a lot of structural issues in the series.

But we were talking about romantic subplots.

One of the reasons Percy and Annabeth work in the originals is that even though these are primarily action/adventure novels where the romance takes a backseat, they get five whole books of build-up. The fact that the romance is playing second fiddle to the adventure story isn’t a problem, because he uses it as a back-up track for every book, so by the time you get to the end of Last Olympian, you honestly believe Percy would give up a chance at immortality to be with her. It’s good; it’s well done.

For Heroes of Olympus, I think Rick Riordan looked at his monster cast (seven leads, only two of which are previously familiar to us, plus Nico, Hedge, and Reyna (where only Nico’s familiar to us), all of whom he had to give Things To Do) and went, “um, oh dear, time for other things???” Which, like, fair. And then he looked at the first two books of that series, each of which only has three main characters (which isn’t necessarily a plus, the structure of Lost Hero and Son of Neptune has its own issues, which I am not going to get into right now, this post is already too long), and went, “ah, here I have time, Percy Jackson books generally had three main-ish characters, even if they only had one narrator, I worked a romantic subplot into those,” and forgot two things.

There only being one narrator actually makes a huge difference, because you do only have one (1) true lead who has to be truly Important

Percy and Annabeth may have gotten together in books with three-ish leads, but they did it in five books with three-ish leads

And those matter! Riordan tries to shoehorn an entire romantic subplot into both Lost Hero and Son of Neptune (Jason/Piper and Frank/Hazel) while having his fantasy adventure plot, while trying to introduce you to his whole new cast and get you invested in them, while trying to give all three characters equal weight in the story and equal screentime, and in only one book each. So that he doesn’t have to worry and they can just Be Together for the rest of the series.

Not only does this remove romantic tension for the last three books, because everyone’s already together---which may have been the point, because he didn’t have time for romantic tension---there just plain isn’t space for it. You don’t buy it. There’s nothing to buy, because he doesn’t have time to establish it! I don’t even care about Jason, Piper, and Frank yet (ever. It’s ever. This cast was too big), I for sure don’t care about their love lives!

Leo and Calypso (and Nico/Will, don’t @ me, I’m right, but at least Riordan didn’t try to actually get them together-together in the text, so it’s less obvious) fail even harder on these grounds, since their romance is entirely in the book with seven damn narrators and also can only happen while Leo is physically on Ogygia---which he can’t be for most of it, because he has to be Doing the Plot. Plus the other stuff I mentioned in the last post.

These books are still a ton of fun, and I enjoyed my reread plenty, and Rick Riordan’s a really compelling writer, but.................the romantic subplots suck. They do. I’m sorry. They’re so bad. They just are.

And it’s because the cast is Too Damn Big and he decided everyone needed a romantic subplot anyway.

[iatasbcl]

Howdy! Can I have an imagine for Connor and a gender neutral reader where the reader is best friends with Gavin but has a crush on Connor [RK800]? Could you put a bit of fluff in too? You can change it up if you want, that's cool. Thank you for considering.

The One Where You Confess

Pairing: Connor X Reader, Gavin Reed & Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, a lot of swearing, nothing else just badly written fluff lmao I’m sorry

A/N: Hi! I’m so sorry for not finishing this one way sooner ): It’s just that Uni started so I’m a bit busy! But yeah, thank you for requesting this love, hope ya enjoy it

W.C: 1.9k

“Gavin, if I hear anything else about Shrek in the next five minutes, I swear to god I will throw you into the trash then sit you on fire myself.” You said, holding your index up in the man’s face.

“Alright.” Your brows furrowed at how easily the detective was convinced, especially after hearing him quote Shrek for hours and hours since your marathon last night. You watched him as he went back to his desk and got out his phone. You supposed you could finally do some actual work, but your phone binged just as you reached for the terminal.

Hey watch this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaUR7h4WunY

You looked back to Gavin, what could he have possibly sent you now? he didn’t look your way and just stared into his computer. Your thumb hovered over the link before finally clicking it.

You knew what this thing was. This awful, terrible, shitty video from 2014 that still haunted you was enough to fuel your nightmares again just by hearing the narrator’s voice. You don’t bother finishing it, the flashbacks were enough.

You slammed your hands on the table and got up. Gavin was laughing now, like the complete idiot that he was. “Gavin, you stupid fucking- “

You were ready to throw hands when you heard him, the man with the beautiful yet goofy voice that you liked so much. “Are you alright, detective?” You turned and saw him standing behind you with two cups of coffee. He wore a casual jacket now and a pair of jeans and you swore that he still looked like a supermodel.

“Hey Connor, I’m good.” You said and side-eyed the Gavin, you would deal with him later. When you looked back Connor had walked towards you with a cup handed out. You stared at it for a second then looked up at the android.

“I brought you a cup of your preferred coffee. You seem to function better with it.”

Gavin laughed and you felt your cheeks heating up. What was that supposed to mean?

“Thanks…?” You reached for the cup and took it slowly, Connor’s LED turned yellow. “What’s on your mind?” the question was said as you walked back to your desk, you sat down and opened the lid covering the cup and took a sip; it was warm and tasted just the way you liked. You didn’t remember telling Connor how you liked your coffee.

You knew of the android’s cute habit. He still followed others around like an adorable puppy. He stood next to your desk and said, “You seemed hesitant to accept my token of appreciation.” It seemed like an interestingly worded question.

“Oh. No, no. I appreciate it! I just- “ just as you were going to make up an excuse for yourself, Fowler shouted your name from his office. You gave the man an apologetic look and went to see what your boss wanted from you.

*

“that tincan, really?”

You knew telling Gavin about your crush wouldn’t garner you the best reaction. The man, despite being a good friend, was a walking and breathing fiery mess. He disliked androids and didn’t even start tolerating them until he got his own android partner, an RK900. He still hated Connor with the burning anger of Gordan Ramsey himself.

“Look, I don’t want to hear you bitchin’, okay? I just need your help here, not your hot take on androids, especially him.” He raised his hands in defense.

“Woah, Woah, chill.” You sighed, “I won’t talk shit about your little crush, but,” You held your finger up in his face, “No buts. I’m awkward and desperately in love. Just… help.”

Gavin looked at you for a bit, you put on your best puppy eyes for him. It wasn’t like Gavin had a never-ending string of lovers, nope, not the case at all. You couldn’t talk about this to Hank, he was a friend of yours, but this would make things awkward between you, probably. Tina was still recovering in the hospital after her injury. Talking to RK900 also knows as Nines, would be useless since the poor guy’s social skills were worse than yours.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go get lunch and I’ll tell you what ya gotta do.”

*

“Ok… so you’re telling me to pretend to be some bimbo?”

“Nah, I was just messing with ya.” He said, stuffing his mouth with another dozen of fries, “You shuff’ juff be yourselph- ” Your face twisted in disgust and you smacked his arm lightly, “finish eating first you despicable egg.” He shut his mouth.

“As I was saying, you gotta be yourself.” You rolled your eyes, “Ugh, please. Nobody likes that.” Gavin shook his head. “The hell are you talking about? You’re great, and if that plastic prick can’t see it then-“

“Gav, please. You’ve been there every time I got dumped… it’s always been my fault.” You looked down at your plate.

“Hey, both of us know that ain’t the truth. Your dump exes just wanted to blame you for how things ended because that shit’s easier. Remember Meg? That chick was a control freak and didn’t like it when you didn’t want any of her bullshit.” Megan. You remembered the last day you saw her, how she screamed and screamed at you for being ‘an ungrateful cruel person’. Yikes.

“Look, you are an odd goofball.” “gee- thanks,” “But you are a good goofball, the kind you wanna keep around forever. So, if you wanna get that prick then go for it, ask him out. If he’s not into you then you’ll be saving your time. And if things go really south…” the previous words warmed your heart.

“What?” you ask, curious. “Remember how we used to go to Disneyland every year since the academy?” you nodded; those trips were some of the memories that you still cherished. You two couldn’t go in the last year because your bank accounts weren’t looking great.

“Well I’ve saved some money, so I’ma take you there. How does that sound?”

You squealed, “Are you the real Gavin Reed? What did ya do with him?” you asked playfully, “Hey! I’m always nice.” “Right.”

You looked at your watch and got up, “C’mon, we gotta go.” You waited for him to walk past you and you smacked his head, it was more of a rough tap really. He winced, punching your arm.

“What was that for?!”

“Never send me Shrek memes. Ever.”

*

Tonight was supposed to be the night. You were going to ask the cute, adorable, handsome android out. Everyone went to the bar after work, wanting to celebrate closing an important red ice case, it would’ve been the perfect opportunity for you to ‘declare your love’, hell, you practiced your speech. It was supposed to be perfect.

Instead, here you were, stuck in a nearly empty office when everyone was out having fun. You just had to procrastinate some of your reports, didn’t you?

You sighed, whatever. This might be the universe’s way of telling you to abort your mission, to not ruin your precious friendship with Connor. You wanted to believe that, but god, you loved him.

You loved every part of him; his adorably weird social antics, his gorgeous smile whenever he would see you, his kind personality, the tiny freckles adorning his soft face, just, him.

“Detective.”

You yelped when you finally snapped out of your little bubble only to see the man of your dreams Infront of you. Was it whatever it was that rested in the skies up above that wanted you to constantly wish to have the ground beneath you split open and swallow you whole? Probably.

“C-Connor, hey.”

“I apologize for frightening you.” You waved your hand, “No, it’s fine really.” You let out that awkward laugh that you hated so much. Connor’s LED turned yellow, shit, did he notice you being weird?

“Um, I thought you went with Hank?”

“I came back. I would like to assist you if that’s okay.” You blinked, “You don’t have to do-“

“I want to. I don’t like seeing you stressed.” Your heart skipped a beat, something about the way he said it made you feel like a teenager who just discovered what love is. “Alright, be my guest.”

Damn, you forgot how good androids were at basically everything. Connor took half of the workload despite your protests. You were still halfway through your share when he finished his. You spent the rest of the time talking about whatever came to mind, turning the atmosphere of the room into a comfortable one.

“Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Does my presence bother you?”

The comfort you felt was immediately thrown out of the window. You stopped typing and looked at the desk across you, where he sat. You saw something new, an expression that Connor usually didn’t show, hurt. His eyebrows were brought together, his lips pursed, and his eyes got a bit intense. Too intense.

You scratched your neck and looked back to your terminal. “What would give you that idea?”

You could see him tilt his head from the corner of your vision. “Well, you seem to fidget and become increasingly anxious whenever I come near you,”

“You also seem far more comfortable with Detective Reed, Nines and Hank. I am sorry if did something wrong, but I would appreciate it if you told me what it was.”

“Connor-” You stopped yourself, what were you supposed to say? Sorry, I just really like you and I don’t know how to deal with it? I’m scared I will mess everything up?

He stared at you and you looked anywhere but at him. Ugh, fuck it, you were gonna wing it, by being yourself. All the preparation you had gone down the gutter.

“I, uh, the reason I get nervous around you is that, well- I like your face, no wait not just that I’m not that superficial. Not that it isn’t great, your face is gorgeous. Ah shit. I- Ireallylikeallofyou.”

Connor blinked, the ring on his temple turned yellow, again. “Oh.”

“Yeah.”

The following silence was too much, you’d rather be watching weird Shrek parodies. You stared at Connor, waiting for an answer, for anything really. He didn’t say a word. Time to back up.

“Okay, sorry, shit, you can forget I said anything- “

“No, ____.” You paused; you weren’t used to him calling you by your first name. “I also, uh- “

You didn’t think melting was something your body was capable of, but that was how you felt. This cool, calculated android just stuttered. You almost giggled, but luckily held back.

“I also like you. I was trying to bond with you as several sites suggested, but it seemed to backfire.” You chuckled. “No, I am sorry I acted like a high schooler,”

“Your nervousness was justified. Please don’t was be hard on yourself.”

You smiled; it was a rather bittersweet one. His hand was on the desk, you moved yours and put it on his slowly. Connor froze for a moment but regained his composure after, he gently massaged your hand with his thumb. It wasn’t your first time touching an android but the artificial skin still had that unique feeling to it.

“So, do you want to go out next Thursday?”

“Yes, that would be preferable.”

It felt like a dream, the man you liked felt the same. You were so ready for rejection that you didn’t know what to do now. A yawn escaped you, it had gotten pretty late. You finished the last of your work and shut off the computer. An idea came to your mind.

“There is this sweet spot around the block, do you want me to show it to you?”

Connor immediately nodded, “Alright, wait I gotta send something.”

I DID IT DUDE

[bucket-girl]

Chapter 2-1 Personal Info logs

In chapter 2, it’s possible to buy the personal info of Nao, Reko, Gin and Q-Taro with tokens, but it’s easy to miss. Reloading saves and redoing minigames is a hassle so I wrote them down for convenience. Most of them are in the form of conversing with AIs, I’ve put Sara’s lines in italics. Text under cut.

Gin > History ...History? What should I talk about, woof? "Hm... Just an introduction would make me happy." Gin Ibushi from Heiwa Elementary Class 6-3! I'm 12 years old, meow! I take care of the animals, meow!! "Is school fun for you?" Hmm... It's not that fun 'cause of some guys I don't like, meow. But it's fun to meet friends, woof! We play games together, meooow! "Do you wear that outfit to school, too?" Nah, because people get mad. It's only when I'm at home, woof! ...It's kinda easier to talk when I wear this, meow. But I can't wear it to school, so I get uneasy, woof. So people at school tell me I'm obedient, woof! But that's wrong... meow... My aspirations are to live with animals all the time, meow! "Heehee... What kinds of animals?" I'm way into gators right now, meow! They're cute, wooooof!

> Physical Info I'm 138 centimeters and 35.5 kilograms, meow! That's 4 foot 6 inches and 78 pounds, woof! And I grew 2 centimeters at my last checkup, meow! "Your growth spurt and voice change must be coming up soon." Obviously, meow! I'm gonna be bigger than you, big sis Sara! "Ahaha, I'm sure you'll look really cool. I've got high hopes for you." Yeah! I'll sweep you off your feet, meow! Be grateful, woof! "Okay, let's make it a promise." Got it, meow! A promise for when I outgrow you, woof!

> Relatives My family's a double-income household, meow! I don't have siblings, so... It's lonely when I'm there by myself, meow... My mom's super nice even when she's exhausted, woof. No matter how late she gets home, she always makes dinner... And no matter how much I tell her not to overwork herself... "Do you like your mom?" I love her, meow! I'm worried how she's even busier lately, woof... "What about your dad?" I don't like some things... but I like him, meow. But I super hate when he's a drunkard who causes trouble, meow! It's embarrassing, woof! And he's always getting yelled at by mom and apologizing, so it's like he's got no dignity, woof. I don't wanna be that kind of pathetic grown-up, meooow! ...But I'm sure I won't, meow. 'Cause I'm not blood-related to dad, woof. "Huh...?" I heard he married mom when I was 2, meow! So that genetics stuff won't make me turn out like him, woof! "Is that so...?" Well, it's not like I hate dad, woof. It's true, meow!

> Death Game info I dunno, meow... It's scary, woof... What's dying feel like, meow...? "I... don't know either." I don't wanna never meet mom and dad again, meow... Big sis Sara... are you scared too, meow? "...Yeah, I am." "...Really scared..." .......... I'll definitely protect you, meow! Come see me anytime, woof! "Heehee... Thanks..."

> What he holds dear What I hold dear...? That's hard, meowww. Hm... It's gotta be mom and dad, meow! I'd be sad if they went away, woof! Ah! And the Mew-chan cushion I'm always with! They're super precious to me, meow! We're always together, so I forgot, meow! Sorry, Mew-chaaan! Woof... "Mew-chan is family to you too, huh?" That's right, meow! I got seriously mad when dad was gonna throw them away, meow! Unforgivable, woof! Get me a new one?! No way, meow!! You're a dummy, woof! I'm getting furious just remembering, woof! Mom should yell at him again, meowww!

Q-Taro > History I was raised up in an orphanage that's just a mite bit weird. Had people from all sortsa countries. I got a lotta dialects and stuff mixed in me... 'Course, they sent me to compulsory education up 'til high school. Can't thank the place enough. An' now, I'm a pro baseball player. ...Kiddos at the orphanage root for me, too. I wanna hurry up and show 'em... That even guys in situations like ours can get on a mound and have the stadium roarin'... Well, point is, I got no history yet. I'm about to be makin' some radiant records! Better get yer autographs early, Sara!

> Physical Info 6 foot 4 inches! 230 pounds! And lemme tell ya, it's all muscle, not fat! My position's pitcher, but I got confidence in my batting, base-running, and fielding! But my greatest weapon's my head. Gotta be smart to be a first-class athlete. "Is that how it is?" 'Course, I'm reflecting on the time I tore apart those puzzle rings by force, but...

> Relatives .......... "Is it hard to discuss?" Nah... there's just nothing to discuss. 'Cause I've never seen my birth parents' faces. Only place I knew was the orphanage. That's why... the people there were my moms and dads. Doesn't matter our blood relation. But, well... I do get thinkin' sometimes. What kinda people was I born to, and what kinda genetics do I got...? I started baseball jus' for fun, but... I've thought how if I pitch as a first-string pro... maybe my birth parents'll be watchin'. "...Do you want to meet them?" If we could talk and laugh it up, that'd be the best. All at ease, like "I'm havin' a great life"...

> Death Game info Huh, you're doin' this Death Game, right...? Knowin' me, I doubt I got even the slightest notion of dyin'. Hell, to a second-stringer, baseball's a Death Game with my life as a player on the line! But to do some self-analysis... I wonder if maybe I'll try an' win within the rules of the game... In the saga of a sports player, ya tend to forget about breakin' the rules. Maybe somebody like you, young and not knowin' fear, is more suited to findin' a path to survival. "...Is that so..." ...Sorry to make it sound like it ain't my business. I mean look, I'm an AI, y'know?

> What he holds dear Hold dear, huh... The caretakers at the orphanage, the kiddos... Of course, baseball, and... Myself... probably. I ain't gonna sugarcoat it. I don't wanna die, and I don't want the people I like to die. So I don't like to kick people... But if I gotta, I got the resolve. But I hate the kinda asshole who's got that as their first thought! ...Sorry for gettin' all fired up. Shouldn't have said that all cocky-like when you're involved in it... Don't you mind me.

Reko > History Err... I'mma super cool, 23-year-old singer-songwriter... Something like that? I've liked music since I was a kid. Classical, folk, heavy metal... I listened to all of it. Think around grade school, I found myself starting to compose and write lyrics. My instincts moved my body. That was a fun time... People praised me, and my parents were just plain happy... Once they started calling me a gifted kid... Then there started being more noise. Old bastards in the music industry wanting money... My pops craving the limelight... Before I knew it, I was making music that my heart wasn't in. In middle school, I rebelled. I was a rocker! I made tons of songs nobody even wanted! But even then, noise swarmed around me. Man, even my spirit had to give in. From high school on, all the spice was gone... Didn't even have anger... My activity dried up. I had tons of chances to be famous. But I smashed 'em all. I was totally just the industry's problem child. Everybody kept their distance from me. Once I couldn't even gather members, I borrowed Alice to make a band... Hahaha. Then two and a half years ago... He caused that incident... ... Well, at any rate, I am who I am now 'cause of that shitty past. Learn something from that, Sara?

> Physical Info 5 foot 7, 121 pounds. Pretty proud of my reflexes! And I can remember choreography in a snap, so... My memory's bangin'! Well... I'm not great at baseball and stuff... Hell, maybe I'm not great at anything that's got nothing to do with music. "By the way, what are your measurements?" N-No reason to tell you that, right?

> Relatives Family... Well, uh... ...I like my mom. Though she's a little weird. She's affectionate... and I cause her lots of trouble. Yeah, I gotta show my appreciation more. My old man... Well, he's a good guy... But let's say he gives in to temptation. He's not the most true to his convictions. I hated him for the longest time... But he's woken up now, and gone back to his plain and simple personality. After them is... Alice, huh. He's... what should I say? Why'd he do something like that...? A while after he got arrested... I left music Ahh... I just remembered. At the time, I wrote in my diary, which is rare... I wrote that music, the thing I'd poured my soul into all this time... suddenly felt like a cold series of notes... this inorganic thing. I wondered, was this how music sounded to people who didn't care about it...? ......... I always thought I didn't care about my brother, and never listened to him, but... Truth is... Maybe I was a little jealous of my normal brother. And acted that way out of spite. ... ...You shouldn't ever murder somebody...

> Death Game info Why do I gotta go through this shit...? Do we have anything in common...? I haven't got a clue...

> What she holds dear Believe it or not... I think family's important, right? I wanna show appreciation to my parents. But like, right now... The original me is being put through this Death Game, yeah? If she dies, she can't do... anything. So when you think of it like that, what's important's my own life, ain't it? "...What about your instruments?" Instruments...? "When I first met Reko... I heard she treasured her bongos." Bongos...? Well, sure. I'm playing bongos in my new band, but...

Nao Unlike the others, Nao's personal info comes as documents you can read wherever. > History Egasaki Elementary School ... Graduated Egasaki Middle School ... Graduated Third Kurotsuki Private High School ... Graduated Takesasa Private College of Art ... Currently 1st year Middle-class, born and raised by a very ordinary family. School grades below average. Focused on art starting in high school, and now seems interested in pursuing only that. Looks up to an art club advisor she met in high school, staying deeply intimate with him even post-graduation. Often seen going to the man's atelier. Doesn't appear to have many friends, but has a long association with most she does have, so it's suspected she values relationships. Also, refrains from going out at night, generally staying at home even on days off. No information known on what men she associates with.

> Physical info Nao Egokoro Age: 19 Gender: Female Height: 162cm (5'4") Weight: 55kg (121lb) Has little experience in sports and the like, limited to P.E. classes in compulsory education. Even so, her reflexes are poor. Perhaps due to her inclination toward art, she has very good eyesight. Her ability to remember a scene for a long time or recognize the individual flaps of a bird's wings is within reason, yet superb. Since much of this comes from practice, about the only thing that can be called a born talent, it is thought, is her passionate love for art. No other notable characteristics, although she has a large bust. (Sara will remark that the last line is harassment and tear it out)

> Relatives Born to a middle-class, extremely average family. Both parents are in good health. Having good relations with them, her situation is common yet happy. The father has been an office worker for 20 years. The mother has carried various jobs. No siblings. The father is under his wife's thumb. When they fight, it appears Nao Egokoro often defends her father to resolve the conflict.

> Death Game info Safely cleared the First Trial. Survived the first Main Game. Greatly affected mentally by death of her teacher. Took off with teacher's head and ran amok. This could be taken as mental weakness, but endurance of great shock could make her that much more mentally sturdy going forward.

> What she holds dear Most likely, Nao Egokoro treasures the artworks she has created, and brushes et al. received from her high school teacher. Due to minimal desire for money, she does not seem the type to want expensive things.