#all too purple... i wanna go indigo

[beatriceportinari]

different levels of glitter for the base color of izuna's outfit : )

[primeofprimes115]

Stress Reliever - Supergirl x Male Reader Smut

Note: Fluff/Wholesome and Smut (18+)

A groan came through the door before the handle was pulled down from the other side, before the door opened slowly. The sound of boots echoed off the wooden flooring within the apartment before the person let out a sigh of relief as the door was being closed behind them.

"Finally..." the mid-twenties man sighed out with relief. "Home-Sweet-Home" he sounded exhausted, stressed, tired even, he opened his hand and out of thin-air with indigo light, a sword appeared into his opened hand on the right, elegantly designed with purples and white, fitted with a gold dragon under the white wrapping of the hilt. "Never... Again".

"Hey, baby!" A mid-twenties woman's voice then called out, popping her head just around the corner in front of him, before she fully popped out from the corner, wearing something casual rather than the red cape and blue suit. Noticing she wasn't wearing the family "S" sigil of her people anymore, at least for now that is.

He sighed with relief again upon seeing her, an angelic smile upon her face, which made him smile a little as he placed down his sword. "I guess I now know what it feels like when I'm in your position" he gently remarked, kicking off his boots and leaving his dark purple coat on the ground behind him. He noticed the woman was wearing one of his hoodies.

The woman kept her smile while approaching him, not even daring to use her super speed this time around as she'd usually do after not seeing him for a little bit. Outstretching her arms to envelope the man in a tight hug, a hug so warm, he wouldn't need to use a heater to warm himself up during the season of Winter.

"I missed you, Y/N" the woman whispered into his ear, not thinking of letting go anytime soon.

"I missed you too, Kara" the man replied back, both he and Kara pulled back a little to look into each other's eyes. Soon after, Y/N's hand brushed through Kara's blonde hair, having recently getting her hair cut shorter while still having the curls, a little similar to her counterpart's hair style.

Then they connect lips together, enveloping in a sweet and warm kiss.

Y/N had yearned to taste Kara's lips after a few days, having been called for a job he could not refuse, especially during the situation at the time with Kara and her allies, he had no choice but to accept the job, or the business his Brother built with Morrison, would fall without his help, as no one was available at the time.

His hands rested upon Kara's hips, under the opened hoodie she "stole" from him. "Wearing one of my hoodies, I see?" he mumbled into Kara's lips, before the latter softly giggled at his observation, pulling back to respond.

"It had your scent on it ~" she replied with an obvious flirtatious tone. "I would've flown on by to help, but...". 

"I know" he nodded with a soft demeanor to his tone. "Morrison said only I was needed" he said with a dislike, but he looked into Kara's eyes and saw the same love he always saw in her, the love for him, no matter how distant they'd be at times, or how far they'd be from each other, it was always the same love they felt for one another...

An undying love.

"You seem stressed" she broke the little bit of silence after the little staring contest, most would say it was awkward but... It was how they met before. Eyes locked on one another.

Y/N nodded toward her before looking away, breaking eye contact. "Yeah" he whispered with a disheartened tone, sighing to himself.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked softly. "I can give you a massage while you do, I've also saved you some leftovers if you want it, just needs to be reheated, I can do that trick also if you know what I mean, the heat vision trick" the sound of her idea made him smile. This was one of many reasons why he loved Kara, just as he was her support, she was his support, for all the times he's comforted her when she wasn't feeling great, she'd do the same back to him, she done it way better than his ex ever could.

"That'd be grand" he accepted. "Massage first though"

And so... The pair sat together on the couch, as the Woman of Tomorrow began to massage her Hunter boyfriend after removing his shirt and tie, leaving him with only his pants, underwear and socks on

The massage was comforting, her warm, heated hands slowly and gently but firmly pressing against his back where he felt most sore in as he explained his... Stress.

Kara listened to him, wanting to hear everything he had to explain, he had been gone for a few days, having to take care of his Brother's business since he had disappeared along with his other Brother, his Nephew had other problems to deal with outside the business, and a few others who also worked in the business were also busy... Y/N was the only available candidate to run things until his Uncle returned to continue to run things. 

He was called up about it when he was with Kara, Jonathan Irons, Lois Lane and Conner Kent, helping them take care of a Kryptonian named Thao-La who was a descendant of a lost-colony of Kryptonians named Phaelosians, centuries ago. who was stuck on Warworld, enslaved by Mongul, before she made it to Earth, eventually meeting Kara and the rest.

Clark was off world at the time, so Kara, as Supergirl, wearing a new suit with pants this time around, took over her cousin's position as Metropolis's protector until he returned, and what better than to have her boyfriend by her side, having discovered his heritage and power a few years ago.

If he hadn't been called, he would've gotten to know Thao-La better, see that Kara mentored her, helped her control her powers better, and witness the return of Superman not long after, even to go on a goose-chase against Mongul's advisor who hid on Earth after his death.

Instead... He had to go back to Red Grave, to run the shared business Morrison and Y/N's brother ran since Morrison himself was out of town also.

"Maybe you're just thinking it's all on you, when it really isn't" Kara softly said to him, now working on his lower end on his back.

"Then why do I always get called to run things when they have to deal with other shit? I have a life too, y'know?" he said with a little frustration, shaking his head. "Like, I just want to relax, be with you, be with friends, do anything else than... Hunting demons, and vamps, and rogue angels, instead I gotta run a business I never was apart of in the first place, before finding out I even had a biological Brother, two Brothers in fact... And a Nephew" he continued venting out his frustrations. "Not to forget, our anniversary was supposed to be yesterday!".

Kara listened to everything he said, knowing what to say next. "You're not saying that... Before you found out you had a biological family, you were happy the way you were before?" she questioned with a soft demeanor.

Y/N was caught off guard with Kara's question, not expecting to hear that from her. "Don't get me wrong, a-a part of me is happy to know that I do, but..." he paused for a moment and then sighed, having his tongue tied by the question alone, the best way was to show her.

His left arm emitted an indigo glow, as his arm transformed upon him making it do so, revealing something that Kara knew was familiar to her, noticing his demon arm that glowed with an indigo color, she grew puzzled at this before realizing what he was trying to say.

"Oh".

"Ever since I found out about my heritage, where I came from, who my biological father was... It all began to make sense, why I thought I was cursed this whole time. And I still feel like it's a curse, why people feared me, even when I was younger, they fear us for who we are underneath, they think the human skin is just a... A disguise when it really isn't, they say we don't have a soul... But we do have a soul" he said with a heavy heart of sorrow, a tone of stress in his vocals. "You knew that since the night we met, in that alleyway. I pushed others away because I feared they'd treat me harshly, or they'd get too close to realize I'm a monster. I know you already know that, but...".

"It's caught up to you, hasn't it? The past?" she stopped massaging him in the lower end of his back, pulling her hands away as the two sat upright beside each other.

"You know I've always hated having this" his demon fingers twitch from left to right, as his eyes look down toward it. "And I thought I was at peace with my past, but maybe I really wasn't... Finding out I also have a family doesn't help with that, either" his eyes then closed as he tried to recollect his thoughts... But that failed and he let out a groan.

Silence was between them for a moment, before Y/N spoke up again, recollecting his wordings.

"I never... Wanted this, I just wanted a normal life, go to college, get the girl, get married, have a kid or two, have pets... But I got this, and I hunt demons, vamps and all that. It's not exactly the life I wanted...".

"You have to let it go, Y/N" Kara then placed her hand on his thigh, gently squeezing it. The half-human, half-demon looked at Kara with a stressed out gaze that began to soften a little. "I know the past hurts, being reminded of it, sucks" she knew how he felt, being reminded of Krypton every so often happens to her almost every day. "But the past is nothing but a memory, as much as it hurts, the future is what matters most. Do I still remember Krypton? Yes, every day, but I've grown to move past it and since when I first landed here, I've since then accepted that Earth is my new home after some time of healing and getting help, my second chance at life, and if I hadn't? I wouldn't have met you" Y/N smiled just a little hearing her words, his right hand now atop of hers on his thigh while he kept his demon one away.

"I once pushed away my only family I had left when I first landed here, I didn't even want to believe that my baby cousin had grown all up while I was in hyper sleep, stuck in my pod in space for years. I was too angry at the world, even at those who didn't deserve it, I even thought there was a way to bring back Krypton with the help of another Kryptonian, but I soon realized I'd be destroying a planet for that to happen, a planet my baby cousin grew up on without me, and so... I finally came to terms with my new life and began to accept the help to heal and grow" she continued, before reaching out to grab a hold of his other hand... His demon hand.

Y/N felt surprised by this act from her, she wasn't afraid to show how much she cared for him, how much she loved him, even out in public, she treated him with kindness, with love, with everything she could. She never shunned him away for having human and demon blood in him like anyone else would.

If it wasn't for her? He wouldn't be friends with the likes of Conner, or Dick Grayson for that matter, he wouldn't have been on good terms with Clark. Kara changed his life, much like he changed her life.

"I think I've always said how lucky I was to have you, but I don't think I've always asked how lucky you are to have me, haven't I?" she smirked, running her thumb over the knuckle of his demon hand.

"Perhaps" he shrugged. "But you're right, I am lucky to have you, I don't think I'd be here today if it wasn't for you" he smiled.

"Just don't push your family away, even the business" Kara pucks her lips before kissing his temple. "I'm pretty sure the reason why they ask you is because they trust you to run things when they're pre-occupied, and I've heard from Morrison that you cleaned up the place, gave it a polish" she gave him a nod of approval. "Just like a House-Husband".

"Don't get any funny ideas" he chuckled a little, placing his right hand on Kara's thigh, just under her casual, dark green, skirt. "But, yeah... Maybe you're right, I shouldn't push them away. On that note, I should probably apologize".

"Maybe you should" she agreed with him softly. "And, if you want, the next time you're called up to run things, maybe I could tag along too for a change and maybe by chance meet your Brother".

"You... You'd do that with me?" he asked in disbelief, not the bad kind.

"With you? Of course!" Kara was optimistic on the idea of helping him. "I know we recently haven't spent much time without me wearing my cape, and the fact we missed out on our anniversary yesterday due to... Complications. But, to help you run your Brother's business would be fun, and it's also a excuse for me to be with you all the time" she giggled.

"I'd love that" he said after a minute of thinking, the pair soon connect lips together for a short n' sweet kiss. "I love you" he mumbles into her lips as his demon hand returns to normal, returning back to human skin.

"I love you too" Kara pulled back, giving him a loving gaze. "Feel any better" she asked with a little smile.

"Sweetheart, you're the best stress reliever on God's green Earth" he replied, making her giggle softly. "So, yes".

"Good".

"I do gotta ask though..." he paused, waiting for the Woman of Tomorrow's response which was a little head tilt from her. "Is Supergirl needed for tonight?" he asked.

"Well, there wasn't much crime today, even checked in with the League; not much going on, on their end, so... I don't think so. You want me to take you on a flight? If that's what you're asking" she answered back softly, her tone soothing.

"Hmm, no, not this time" he declined. "Was only curious" he said, trying to hint towards something as his eyes looked down at her thighs where his right hand was, before his eyes drifted up towards the shirt she adorned under the hoodie she took from him, a shirt with her symbol on it, merchandise she was given as a gift from some nice people from National City a few years ago.

Kara noticed and blushed a little, biting her lip just thinking about it. They hadn't done it in months, and the last time they... "Done" it, she was in costume.

"Have you also been feeling stressed as of late?" he then asked her, moving his hand up just a little, feeling Kara's warm skin, just below her skirt. It wasn't long ago she dropped the skirt for pants for her new suit, but she still wore skirts then and there for casual looks.

"Can I be honest?" she asked, he nodded. "I have been a little stressed out, I will admit to that".

"Well... If that's the case" he moved in closer to her, and Kara played along, smirking toward him as she knew where he was going with this. Sensing he was hungry for something else rather than the leftovers of Chinese food she left for him. "You want to relieve some of that stress?" he gave her a flirty smirk.

"Do I even need to give you an answer to that? ~" she provocatively responded as she smirked deeply, pulling herself in for a kiss. Y/N soon giving into the kiss as it then turned into a heated one not long after.

Their eyes closed as lips danced with each other slowly, their tongues dancing rhythmically with one another. Kara could feel his hand reach into the depths of her dark green skirt, soon moaning a little upon feeling her area getting massaged softly.

The woman wrapped her arms around his hips, the two facing their bodies towards each other on the couch while their lips locked, and their tongues danced, fighting for dominance. She could feel her body just heating up from his touch alone, she wasn't even trying to warm her body up, it was just the way he makes her feel so vulnerable.

And she loves it.

Their tongues continued dancing as she pushed herself onto him, pressing her body against his, he took his hand out from her skirt and began running it up her Supergirl-themed shirt, his hand massaging her breasts, noticing she wasn't wearing any bra underneath.

"Oh, baby ~" she mumbled into his mouth, she unwrapped one arm from his around his hips, her hand on his chest to massage to support her and the other arm unwrapped now to tease the bulge growing in his pants while their tongues continued to dance in each other's mouths.

Y/N's little groans were soon heard, with Kara teasing him, causing him to push her onto the couch where she now was laid onto her back with their kiss interrupting for that moment alone, grabbing hold of her as she let out a little funny eek. 

"Ohhh, kinky ~" she mischievously giggled before biting down on her lip with her being pinned down onto the couch. "And here I thought I'd be the kinky one all the time ~" she purred, as her man smirked looking down at her.

"Oh, I have a kinky side too, I've just never shown it ~" he flirted back with a playful tone, the woman giggled before Y/N went down onto her, connecting his lips onto her neck.

"Ohhh, yessss" The Woman of Steel closed her eyes briefly as she felt his hot breath on her neck, with little moans escaping her throat, she felt her body go all intense and vulnerable to just his touch alone, moaning softly into her boyfriend's ear. "Oh myyyy Raoooo, yes ~!" she rolled her eyes back after opening them up again. Her hand on the back of his head as she drove that same hand through his hair with white highlights.

He nibbled on her neck, giving her a hickey, one that he made sure would stay for at least a few hours, knowing it'll disappear when she's out in the sun again, thanks to her Kryptonian biology and yellow solar energy reserves.

Her breaths got harder the more he continued kissing and nibbling on the Woman of Steel's neck, she squirmed with pleasure underneath him, practically begging him to continue kissing her neck.

Kara could lift a locomotive with ease, fly at super sonic speeds, be able to drift through space without the need of oxygen, even carry the very world on her shoulders when Atlas once asked her to, just like her cousin once did.

But she was vulnerable to a person's touch? It was a weakness that was well worth having, unlike her vulnerability to Kryptonite, this was the good type of Kryptonite... Just Y/N, all to herself... And if women tried hitting on him? Kara would make sure he was already hers, alone.

"Bedroom" she breathed out with a little moan, wanting to feel him inside her.

"As you wish ~" he replied, scooping her up into his arms, like she'd do to him when she would be out as Supergirl, she knew he didn't mind it, he found it quite adorable... But also hot at the same time.

Kara was practically excited at this point, the look on her face said it all as soon as she felt herself being scooped up into her boyfriend's arms, being carried into the bedroom.

A smirk played across Y/N's face, seeing his Woman of Steel getting all excited just thinking about how much she'd have him inside her, it was a thrilling feeling for the both of them.

The man placed Kara onto the bed gently, Kara repositioned herself before beginning to take off the hoodie she "borrowed" off from Y/N while he was gone, then proceeded to remove her skirt and undies off, before moving to her Supergirl-themed T-shirt, slowly removing it off to give him a... Little tease underneath.

A smile crept across his face as she done this, a smirk played on Kara's face, removing her T-shirt slowly, making sure to tease him at the same time. Now showing her breasts that were free from the T-shirt, like before, she wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"Like what you see ~?" she gave him a wink, slowly driving her hands over her, soft, sleek skin as she was sitting up on the bed, looking deep into his eyes before flexing her muscles.

Her six-pack showed, flexing before him as he could only stare right at her muscles and body. Oh, how hot she looked in his view.

He nodded with a simple hum before Kara stopped her little flex show, and dragged herself over to her boyfriend, looking up at him, as if to ask something.

"May I?" she asked him, her hands and fingers twitching to the edges of his pants, asking permission to remove them and his underwear herself so he didn't have to.

And here he thought, he was supposed to relieve Kara from the little stress she had recently been keeping bottled up? He supposed this is what Kara had been waiting for... Though she could've asked anytime they had the chance before the recent situation.

"By all means" he responded, soon Kara slowly dragged down his pants, seeing the package he had underneath more clearly without the need of her X-ray vision, then proceeded to pull down his underwear, as his package then was freed from the fabric of his underwear, her eyes focused on it's girth and size. He was huge, and Kara really wanted to feel him inside her, to have him release in her.

"Seems like it needs some of me, doesn't it ~" she said with a flirtatious tone, feeling all giddy about him inside her, giving her a good time to relieve some of the stress she bottled up, she needed this and she knew he needed this too.

Before anything could happen, Kara made sure to lube up his cock first, and herself, just to make things easier 

Kara laid back on the bed, opening her legs to invite Y/N in, both now naked, freed from their clothing. She watched him get onto the bed, feeling him get on top of her as he aimed his cock to enter and hit the perfect spot that makes her squirm the most.

"Do it" she begged, positioning her hips upright for him.

Y/N slowly inserted his cock within the hole of her pussy, Kara's eyes bulged in surprise before he slammed down into her; making her moan with a little squeal. "There then?" he grinned as another moan escaped Kara's throat.

"Ohhhh, yes, fuck! Y/N! Yesss!" she threw her head back onto the bed, closing her eyes as a drunk smile crept on her face, the bed moving slightly with the little thrusts Y/N was making into her pussy. 

She squirmed underneath him yet again, from having a hicky earlier on, to feeling his cock thrust in and out of her every second with slow movements. Kara bit down on her lip hard as she began to massage her medium sized breasts, they weren't as big like her counterpart's were, but that wasn't the reason Kara found herself in a relationship with Y/N.

It seemed impossible, but she fell in love with him first, despite him brushing her off initially at first, he learned to accept her into his life, and soon fell in love with her back after becoming friends upon accepting her company. He never really had anyone, but his adopted mother, and that was it, it all changed when he met Kara for the first time... In that lone alleyway where demons ambushed him in National City all those years ago.

"Who do you belong to, huh? C'mon, say it ~".

"You! I belong to you! I'm yours and you're mine!" Kara moaned loudly with a little squeal of pleasure as he grinned. "Faster! Faster ~!" she begged.

"Not yet, Sunshine ~" he replied, driving his hands up on her body, up to her breasts, beginning to go in circles with his fingers around the nipples of her boobs, which were getting harder the more time went on.

"Ohhhh, you're teasing me!" a moaned mumble escaped the throat of Kara Zor-El, she wanted to let her juices flow so badly, wanting to feel the pleasure of releasing herself onto him, as much as he did.

He smirked at the fact she was begging him to go faster, he knew all the spots, all the ways to tease her and make her beg for more once the first release is done with, just like last time.

"You really want me to go fast, don't you?" he continued his charade, teasing her, making her beg.

The girl nodded her head in a fast motion. "We'll also fuck in the shower, just please... Please! Make me cum ~!".

Y/N then began to speed things up, his thighs connecting with hers with loud claps echoing throughout the bedroom, his hands massaged her breasts while she kept her hands above her head.

The bed was now shaking more and more now, scraping off the flooring with each thrust into Kara, her moans got louder, her breaths got heavier with each thrust, in and out...

In and out...

Repeating in a pattern with the sounds of their thighs clapping off of each other, with Y/N slamming down onto Kara as her moans and cute little squeals continued with each thrust and clap. 

Her head was thrown back onto the bed once again as her eyes rolled back, her tongue sticking out, laughing with pleasure.

"Oo! Ah! Ah! Ooo! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhh, fuck meeeee! Yes! Yes!!"

 She looked deep into Y/N's eyes with a drunken smile playing across her soft lips, pleasure building up as she squirmed again when her sweet spot was hit over and over again with each hard thrust, fast and rough...

Just the way she liked it, just like last time when she rode him while in costume.

"Enjoying this, aren't you?" he said with a smirk before letting out a little groan from the back of his throat, feeling the walls of Kara's pussy clenching further, but he continued thrusting deep into her sweet spot.

"Mmmmm, yessss ~!" she nodded her head, her tongue stuck out, locking eyes with him as his thrusts continued getting faster...

And faster..

Faster...

In and out..

And in and out... 

Until she felt him pulsating in her and herself getting ready to release her juices onto his cock inside her.

"You close?" Y/N mumbled his question with a groan.

"Oh fuck! I'm close ~!" the Woman of Steel squealed out, her moans heavy with lust. "I'm so close to cumming!!"

"I'm close too, babe" he groaned with pleasure along with her moans. "Together?".

"Together" she moaned back, feeling his hands cup her breasts. "Come for me, baby! Come. For. Me ~!!".

With one final, huge thrust, Y/N sent Kara over the edge with one final thrust in her sweet spot, a squeal of approval followed suit from her a she released herself onto him, moaning as she does so.

"Fuck!!" Y/N let out, having slammed one more time down onto her sweet spot, releasing himself soon after, his groans turned into little moans as he continued to shoot his shot into her.

Kara could hear his heartbeat racing, as if it was about to burst out of his chest with the excitement and pleasure of what they had just felt from the moment of releasing themselves, his little pants echoed out in the room as his cock now exiting her pussy.

With one last effort to seal the moment, Kara pulled him down to bring him into a heated kiss, her taking the lead to dance with his tongue, his heavy breathing sounding like music to her ears.

She could feel his shot flow within her, it was a strange feeling to her still but she loved the feeling of it at the same time.

"Feel any better, princess?" he mumbled into her mouth, a breathless giggle escaped her and him before the woman pecked his lips again.

"I should also ask the same to you" she said with a breathless sigh of satisfaction, their foreheads softly collided together.

"Much better than before, I needed this too" he said with his pants getting slower now.

"So..." Kara giggled. "Wanna take a shower with me? Continue this? If you've still got some left in you, that is ~" she smirked with some enthusiasm and cockiness, leaving Y/N to chuckle breathlessly, still catching his breath.

"You really knocked the breath out of me almost that time, and I never get tired that easily".

"Is that a no?" she asked with puckered lips, before seeing a smirk dawn across his lips.

"Let's continue in the shower, my Angel ~".

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serendipity. (x)

─── chapter 10 ! ~ a normal day at komore (until it wasn’t)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; new arc!! also i've been gone for a million years sorry 😭 life is just always on my ass for no reason, but hopefully i'll be able to finish this series soon hehehe, i wanna start a new one.

warning(s); none but i feel like the flow of the irl part is so abysmal it deserves its own warning LMFAO

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everything’s been going well today. the milkman delivered a couple extra bottles for free, a customer left an incredibly generous tip, and thoma perfected a new dessert. the day’s been going almost a little too well, but you don’t want to say it out loud for fear of jinxing it. it’s almost closing time, so thoma and yoimiya have already gone home too. maybe this could be the first time komore teahouse has an entirely uneventful day?! unfortunately for that dream, a second later you hear an easily recognisable shattering sound from where you’re cleaning out the storeroom – someone’s dropped a plate. sighing internally, you plaster on your best customer-service smile and grab the broom and dustpan before heading back out to sort out the mess.

the sight that greets you isn’t what you expected at all. scaramouche is standing opposite a tall, elegant woman dressed in a suit with neatly plaited purple hair, and the shards of the plate are scattered on the floor between them, almost like a line he’s daring her to cross. the woman’s eyes flicker with a myriad of emotions and she reaches out a hand, seemingly to cup his cheek, but scaramouche instantly slaps it away, fury evident in his gaze. hurt flashes across her face, and her voice trembles as she murmurs, “kuni-”. but before she can finish her sentence, scaramouche snarls, “fuck off.” “please, just hear me out,” she pleads, her indigo irises that look strangely familiar threatening to brim over with unshed tears. anger is practically radiating off of scaramouche, you’ve never seen him this upset – you’ve only seen his usual aloof facade. his fists are clenched, and his glare is so intense you swear it’s like he’s trying to strike lightning into the heart of the unknown woman as he spits, “you don’t get to just waltz back into my life after-” 

a piece of ceramic from the broken plate cracks under your foot as you step backwards, the sound almost deafening amidst the tension, and scaramouche’s head snaps to face you. for a moment, he looks so devastated that a strange urge to rush forward and comfort him almost overwhelms you, but then he conceals it behind a cold stare as he turns back to the woman, “i can’t do this right now.” with that, he walks out of the cafe, ignoring the way she winces as the door slams shut. with scaramouche gone, tears start to stream down the woman’s cheeks, and she buries her face in her palms as her shoulders shake with quiet sobs. tentatively stepping forward, you pat her back, “ma’am, are you alright?” as soon as the words slip out of your mouth you’re scolding yourself for asking such a stupid question – she obviously isn’t fine! thankfully, she inhales deeply before sighing, “no. but that isn’t your burden to carry.” unsure of what to do next, you settle for giving her an awkward smile before starting to sweep up the pieces of the plate. “i’ll compensate you for the plate, of course,” she says, placing a wad of cash on the counter, “i hope that makes up for the scene i caused.” “thank you…” you murmur, staring at the money and wondering how much this lady thinks plates cost, “and don’t worry, it was half scara’s fault too.” 

“scara?” her voice sounds strange when she utters his name, as if she’s testing how the name feels on her tongue, “is that what he goes by?” “yeah,” you look up at her as you finish sweeping, “he’s our newest barista.” “oh… good for him, then.” you can’t tell if she means it or not. “i’ll be taking my leave now, but i’ll be back soon. thank you for being so accommodating.” she continues, and you don’t dare look up until you hear the sound of the bell above the door signaling her exit. now what on earth was that about?

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[xxxnightcorequeenxxxv3]

The Curse of Magical Girl AU

So as I mentioned before I talk with some ppl on discord and we might see more Robins. As I said, I was open to add more Robins if ppl had ideas and followed the design conceptions of the AU. You all are free to add more as long as the ideas are talked about and communicated so no overlap happens. Draw and design away; alternative form for the ones I've done too is okay too. I know someone is working on; Mia Mizoguchi AKA Robin Morganite | Robin Mort | RM and I think jar juggling is one of the weapons considered. I got provided video proof of how sick it is. If you wanna know the design conventions, they are: They must have 3 forms. One is base form, and the second is alt, aka princess/prince. And last is the lethal mode. They gain a white streak in their hair after a stroke with death. Shown in Jay's example. Babs will gain one after her tango with Joker to, just wanted to show what she og looked like. They all have an individual style R with a gem * as it's a play on a contract clause. R* Their weapon transforms, but it's generally good to keep it close in function/appearance to keep them on the theme. Only lethal for may use a deadly weapon. Weapon for Normal and Alt mode must be an item a person can perform with that could be considered acrobatic. Hence, the reference vids. All hololigth details but for the glasses must go into the weapon in lethal mode. The undersuit is always the darkest and lightest of the gem colors. One Guy and Girl will have matching details, such as bows, as they are dance partners and can do a unique combo move together if they dance. Notably Babs & Dick, Stef & Tim. My plans for the rest are as follows: Jay & Cas, Harper & Duke. Dami is doing solo, but I have Carrie in mind for later, possibly. Each of them has A full hero name: Robin Gem-name. One shortened version, that's a "fake name" using Robin as a last name. And the first name is the derivative name of either the initial name or the gem. Robin Gem or Robin Argi. RG is the initial name. Robin is first on the fake name cuz it mimics Anime naming conventions to refer back to the maho shojo genre and the naming tradition of anime's home country. For nontransparent gems, you can color pick from other gems of the color. The gem's name is something they chose not to be called Robin. So, they chose a gem most people are more likely to recognize. So Babs decided to go by Jasper when her Gem colors are lifted from a Citine Gem. Hair must change in some way; making it longer or shorter is up to you, regardless of Sex. Robin gets gender swapped by the curse. If a person is intersex, the curse will get confused and only transform the outfit and hair but leave the body alone. As it's based on bio-gender and not what gender one identifies as. The curse is not that smart to figure that out. The OG Robin Bracelet is always safe in the music box, but phantom versions appear in the Robins, so they can summon weapons out of it. They can be present one moment and be gone the next; think nanotech transforming. I have on hand a list of possibilities (But there is no way I'll make the whole alphabet alone)

RA, Amethyst (Purple) RB, Beryl (Idk got options) RC, Celestite (Denim) RD, Diamond (White) RE, Emerald (Deep Green) RF, Fluorite (Idk got options) RG, Garnet (Idk got options) RH, Heliodor (golden chapange) RI, Iolite (Indigo, Blue-Purple) RJ, Jasper (Orange) RK, Kunzite (Pinky-Purple) RL, Lazulite (Blue-Black) RM, Morganite (Peachy) RN, Nephrite (Super pale mint) RO, Onyx (Black) RP, Peridot (Grreen-Yellow) RQ, Quarts (Light-Blue) RR, Ruby (Red) RS, Sapphire (Deep Blue) RT, Topaz (Yellow) RU, Ulexite (Eggshell, White-Yellow) RV, Väyrynenite (Brigth Pink) RW, Weloganite (Soft Yellow) RX, Xonotlite (Super plale blue) RY, Yugawaralite (White-Gold) RZ, Zircon (Brown)

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

A Moment Of Peace. [Lost Girls AU]

Notes: Fluff. Like- tooth rotting fluff because I need to INDULGE yall, life's been hard LOL 🙏. And the boys being daddys has my brain ROTTING.

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of Pregnancy. Flirting and a little bit of kissing but nothing NSFW. Meant for ages 15+. Enjoy~!

Chrysta's hands worked at a delicate but quick pace, her thumb gently making contact with the end of the sharp needle strung securely between the two fabrics she was stitching together.

She admires her handiwork so far, seeing the small patch of purple polka-dots among the many different bits of clothing sewn carefully upon any tears or holes in the long wavy skirt that sat upon her lap. She looks at it with a smile, proud of herself whilst she holds it out to look at it against the dim candlelight in her nest, hidden away deep into the low ground of the cave.

Her attention is quickly pulled from her stitching to the sound of hushed whispers and giggles, echoing so faintly along the walls along with the low rumble of thunder and crashing waves outside.

She takes the thin indigo threat hanging from her needle and pulls it tight between her left bottom and top fang, cutting it. She places the needle in a safe, flat crevice to not be lost into the many sheets, blankets, and pillows swarming the small nest. The whispers that had yet to cease grew more indistinct as she moved from her sitting position to get atop her knees, leaning ever so slightly forward, looking through the sheen cloth hanging loose and low around the entrance of her nest working as some sort of curtains.

She reached a hand out to gently pull it away, just to see the world of the dim cave from beyond the foggy, cream tinted fabric in her way.

The small upturn splayed on her lips out of curiosity quickly grows with amusement and a swell in her undead heart. The four little bodies all huddled together against a perch near the rafters in the caved in hotel weren't that hard to miss.

"Quit pushing!"

"No fair, I wanna feel!"

"It tickles!"

"Ow, that's my foot!"

Chrysta can't help but let out a low breath through her nose at the amusing scene, finding her head giving a slight shake while she watches the small squabble between sisters a little longer.

Anastasia sat atop the perch her other sister's either crawled onto the top of or stood on their tippy toes to reach over. Her arm was outside the small cave opening, her pale hand with her fingers spread out and feeling the cool rainwater gently sprinkle down the palm of her hand.

Jennifer was fighting against Tiffany to have both their hands fit through it at the same time, pushing and shoving one another as they continued to not understand the concept of sharing- all while Katherine tried her best to even peek through and see the pale moonlight leaking in behind the thick grass Anastasia had also pushed away with her hand. The young girl trying desparely to peek through her sisters legs or between their bodies.

"Girls?" Chrysta called out, her voice ringing faintly against the caved walls, but not too loud it was booming. It was enough to have four heads quick turn to look at her, their eyes glowing a bit in the dark.

"Come back to bed with me. Your dad's will be back soon." She states with a small wave of her hand to behind her, watching them all exchange looks between each other before obeying their mothers request.

Tiffany pushes away Jenny and Kat, who quickly tale behind her as she runs halfway down the perch, and when she's low enough to the ground, jumps down the rest of it. Her sisters are following.

"It's no fair!" Tiffany whines a bit. "I wanted to go hunting tonight!"

Chrysta chuckles at the sight, the sound of bare feet pattering against the floor getting louder and louder as they grow closer and closer to the entrance of the nest.

Tiffany all but leaps through the opening and tumbles into the comfort and warmth of pillows and her mother's body, smiling content while nuzzling her face into Chrysta's waist.

Jennifer hurries next, getting in a more proper way, crawling through the thick layer of comforter and sheets and laying next to Tiffany.

And Chrysta quickly helps Kat inside next, grabbing the girl by her outstretched hand above her head and lifting her inside, the girl finding assurance at the opposite side of her mom that wasn't occupied by her other sisters.

"Yeah, they promised we could go tonight!" She explains her complaints along with Tiffany, hugging onto her mother's arm and looking at her for a reason or answer.

"They always say that, Kat." Anastasia's voice called, a small hint of annoyance laced into the words - only earning her Kat blowing a raspberry at where she still sat atop the perch near the rafters

Only three girls had gotten in with Chrysta so far, and she was quick to notice, looking back to see Anastsia still sat, her eyes once again strained outside, watching the storm and the pure rainwater glistening and dripping softly from rocks and grass. Her face was illuminated by pale light of the moon, enough for Chrysta to see the calm yet longing look on her eldest daughters face.

"Annie, come on," Chrysta ushered again, a small, hopeful smile on her lips as she made eye contact with Anastasia, motioning with her head to her other daughters. "Join us."

Anastasia twisted the strings of her night gown between her fingers a bit anxiously, her lips forming a tight line for a second as she shifted her gaze back to the opening in the cave. "Maybe in a minute." She replied, her voice quiet. But Chrysta heard.

The brunette watches her daughter's figure a little longer, a sympathetic frown falling on her lips, but she gives an understanding nod and decides to leave it at that.

Chrysta knew no matter how many times she said it didn't bother her, how any times she sounded annoyed when her sisters complained about not being able to join hunting, Anastasia truly did feel a bit disappointed or left out when her father and his mates left to go hunting, leaving her, her mother, and sisters behind.

She was jealous, and she was upset. She felt she was old enough - she was twelve after all, even if her sisters couldn't join, she was old enough to leave the cave for any other circumstances besides just a night on the boardwalk. Right?

"Mommy, how come we can't go hunting yet?" Kat spoke up finally, sitting atop her knees and hands placed on her lap with her head held high and looking at her mom expectantly. "Daddy said we could go next time - he even pinky promised!" She said, holding her hand out and wiggling her pinky finger.

Chrysta sighs a little, bringing her hands up to brush away the crazy dirty blonde curls framing Kat's face, cupping her small cheeks for a second as she looks into her deep, glistening puppy-dog eyes.

"You know they can be forgetful." She states simply, bringing her hands down to the zipper of Kats onsie and zipping it fully up to her neck, given the girl had tugged it down loosely to her collarbone. "But they are just as forgetful as they are protective. You're still young, all of you. It's risky taking you out when you aren't big enough."

Kat's pout only furthers as her bottom lip studs out, bringing a hand up to scratch and pry at the collar of her onsie with a grumble.

"But I'm old enough!" Tiffany speaks up next, lifting herself up from where she  had nestled into her mothers pillows, pointing her thumb to her chest she had puffed out proudly. "Seven is a big kid age, and I lost both my baby fangs already! Jenny hasn't even lost her bottom set yet."

"Hey!" Jennifer pushes her sister harshly into the pillows again, using the traction to lift herself up and glare down at her, it only gets worse as Tiffany, in return giggled and squealed into the pillows at the action.

"Girls." Chrysta states sternly, seeing an argument about to break out. She pats the area in front of her where her legs are criss-cross, Tiffany quickly filling that space and sitting in the same position with her back tuned to her mom, head held high and arms folded tightly over her chest. Sticking her tongue put at Jenny, who returns the gesture.

Chrysta began to pull the braids, ties, and few bits of leaves and sticks from Tiffany's hair, letting a small slience fall on them before she continued, just to let the girls little spat calm down for a moment.

"As happy as I am that you are all very confident in yourselves, it's very dangerous and the chances of you getting caught are high." She begins, letting Tiffany's sandy blonde, mane-like hair fall from its pigtails, wrapping the decorated rubber bands around her wrist.

"Me and your fathers just want to play it safe and have you wait a bit longer, I'm sure the time will go by quickly."

It was an answer, but not one the girls wanted, obviously. Chrysta saw their moods only sour more. The pouts outnumbered her reassuring smile as they all looked to their hands or laps with disgruntled noises of agreement.

Chrysta gently tugs at the soft strands of blonde hair for a moment before letting Tiffany free with a quick straighten of her pajama top before she hurried back over to her mother's side. Jennifer took her place and awaited a nightly braid in her dark brown hair.

"Besides," Chrysta began again, running her dark red nails through Jenny's hair, separating a few sections into parts as she does so. "When Jenny and Annie go off with their dads very soon, I'll need help with the new baby coming. Won't I?" Chrysta mentions as her gaze falls between Tiffany and Kat, finding she had their attention on her again.

Kat and Tiffany look to each other with their mother between the two of them before their gaze goes to her tummy. The usually tight tanktop curled a little bit over the small bumb forming on Chrysta's figure visible to their eyes.

"I guess..." Tiffany comments through the corner of her lips as she plays with the buttons on her pajama shirt, while Kat places her arms on her mother's thigh, resting her chin atop her crossed arms She stares at the bump a little longer, her legs kicking behind her absentmindedly, the noise of her little feet making contact with the fluffy surface beneath her causes Chrysta to glance down at her through the corner of her eye, pausing in her braiding of Jennifer's hair.

A faint smile forms on her face as she quirks a brow. "Do you think it's going to be another girl? Or a boy?" She asks, bringing Kat's gaze back up to her.

Her eyes immediately brighten at the question, and a grin spreads across her chubby face as she replies instantly. "I hope it's a boy! There are too many girls, and I need a brother!" Kat says, her kicks quicken as she grew excited.

"No way!" Tiffany cuts in, throwing her hands up above her. "Boys smell. Oh, and all the daddy's snore too loud as well. I don't want any more boys!"

"But Daddy Paul says if mommy has any more girls, he's gonna pull his fangs out!" Kat responds to her sister.

"I hope it's a boy so dad doesn't have to give all his claw and teeth jewelry away, and I get to keep it." Jennifer responds as Chrysta finishes the long braid that goes all the way to her lower back, secure as no strands fall loose from it.

Chrysta just laughs at the small dispute and comments made with the question she offered, hearing the girls go back and forth, but it is a wholesome manner rather than an argument. She looks back up over to where Anastasia still sat, barely having even moved since the last time Chrysta had looked at her.

"What do you think, Annie?" She tries to include the platinum blonde, earning a small head crane toward her as Anastasia had heard her name. "Boy or girl?" Chrysta offers.

Anastasia looks off into space for a second, her brow furrowing and eyes narrowing as though she's thinking. The faintest of smiles grew on her lips as she looked back at her mom. "A girl. I just know it." She finally answers in a matter of fact way, a confidence in her voice that made Chrysta quirk a brow.

"Oh? And how are you so sure?" She smirks, putting a hand on her hip.

She watches Anastasia shrug, looking back outside, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, her smirk matching Chrysta's. "Cause I caught dad betting with Marko, Paul, and Dwayne on it being a boy."

As she says it, all the girls make an 'ooo' sound as though they were a bunch of women catching up on the newest hint of gossip- breaking into giggles as Chrysta's mouth falls open and agape at the confession.

"You sneak!"

The sudden, new and yet familiar voice exclaiming through the cave made all the girls jump- especially Anastsia, who let out a shrill squeal of surprise when a face suddenly blocked the vision of outside from her through the opening she was looking at.

"Dad!" She shouts angrily, muffled against her hands as she peeks through them to see David's face in all its glory (upside down) looking at her, a large, fanged grin on his face as he can't fight the chuckle that leaves his throat seeing he got the exact reaction he was going for.

It wasn't long before all the girls hidden away in Chrysta's nest hurried out with excitement at the arrival, running to the cave entrance when what followed the sound of David's laugh was more from other people, along with the sound of accessories chiming and echoing. A noise they all grew to know meant that dad's were home.

"Daddy!" They all shouted in sync, running to each individual body that were in just as much as a hury to see them as well.

Marko was quickly tackled in the legs by Kat, who wrapped her limbs firmly around his calf, giggling happily as he in return hopped around on one foot, lifting his other leg to look at her.

Tiffany jumped up and down while tugging at the hem of Paul's jacket, her laughter turning into a squeal of joy as he immediately scoops her up into his arms, throwing her in the air before catching her and holding her to his hip, nuzzling the end of his nose against her own.

Jennifer is almost instantly held in Dwayne’s arms, holding her secure and safely as he spins her around, just to hear her quiet giggles, resting his chin atop her head.

Anastasia hurries down from the perch just in time for David to follow after into the entrance, taking his eldest daughter into a tight- soggy embrace due to himself and the other boys being sopping wet from the rain (and additional blood dripping from their chins, and staning their lips) but she doesn't seem to mind, burying her face into his chest as he rubs her back soothingly, whispering something teasing about how he told her to keep the bet a secret.

"Guys!" Chrysta's voice cuts in, folding an arm over her stomach with a heavy groan. "You're gonna get the girl's pajamas wet and messy!" She explains while throwing the curtains back to fully see them all, her arm still outstretched to hold it back.

"Oh, is someone feeling left out?" Marko teases, bringing Kat up to cling onto his back instead, peeking over his shoulder at her mom.

"Does someone need a little wet love too?" Paul comments next to Marko, the two both looking at each other with a mutual agreement on what was about to happen.

watching the mischevious grins fall on each of their faces- including the girls - Chrysta finally realizes what he's insinuating. Her eyes go big, pointing her finger at them accusingly and giving it a small wave.

"No, don't you dare!"

"You brought this on yourself, Chrissie." David chuckles, taking a slow, threatening step toward her hiding away in her nest.

"You're not getting my blankets wet! Get out!" Chrysta tries to argue and demand, but it seems it's too late.

She barely even noticed Tiffany and Kat leaving Paul and Marko before the girls tackle their mother into an embrace that causes her to fall onto her back with a scream, which quickly grows into loud laughter.

Marko quickly jumps into the heavy mountain of pillows at her side, causing the nest to bounce a little with the sudden weight, making the girls give a little 'wee!'

Paul follows Marko... Except he falls right onto the top of Chrysta and the daughters, arms out to wrap them up in his embrace. It makes Chrysta grunt at the sudden ambush while the girls squealed and squirmed to try and get out of from under his weight.

Dwayne decides to be a little more gentle on his poor wife, only laughing and grinning at the scene as he sits close to the opening, one leg hanging from the edge of the opening. Jenny, however, is quick to join the pile of bodies, Jenny climbing atop of Markos back and sitting on him as he fakes groans of pain while she bounces up and down giggling.

"Mercy Jen, mercy! I may be immortal, but I have an old dad back now!" Marko says, reaching his hand up behind him to tickle her side, which ceases her actions for a second while she tries to push his hand away.

David follows Dwayne on the opposite end of the opening, Anastasia leaning against his side, curling up against him snugly as she watches the scene with a big grin, hugging her knees close to her chest.

"Okay, okay, I yeild!" Chrysta shouts while waving her arm out above her head, trying to make her voice loud enough to be heard over the giggles and muffled chatter. "Now get off before you squish me and my baby!" She jokes, her legs out at each of Paul's sides, kicking a little to get him to move.

He does, only after stealing a quick kiss from her, before he rolls over, taking Kat and Tiffany in each of his arms. He sits upright,  shaking out his damp mane of rainwater dripping from the ends. The action left the droplets flying everywhere, sprinkling onto Kat and Tiffany as they giggled and sheild themselves from the inside rain.

Kat escapes it by quickly moving to where her father sat with Jenny still sitting atop his back, peeking an eye open to see her grab his limp arm and place her tiny body under it, snuggling up to his side and bringing her nose close to his cheek, feeling the small scratch of stubble against her nose as she nuzzles him.

Chrysta sits upright, fixing her crazed curls while licking away the bit of blood Paul had left stained on the corner of her lip. She looked at her slightly dampened clothes now, giving a glare to each of the bodies all curled up in her nest, but the twinkle in her eyes showed the glare was all bark and no bite.

"You're all brats." She pouts, looking down at Marko, who only gave a smug, lopsided grin whilst Kat licked away at the remaining splotches of blood against his cheek and chin. Like a kitten would lap at an offer of milk dampening the end of your finger.

"She missed us." David replies sarcastically, almost as though translating what Chrysta was saying as he looks between the boys, a smirk faint on his lips. He folds his arms while kicking his legs up and crossing them along the edge of the opening into the nest, watching as the little coven of vampires got comfortable in the warmth of blankets and bodies.

Chrysta just rolls her eyes at the comment. But he wasn't lying.

"But it is bedtime for you four. It's time to get some shut eye." David orders calmly, nudging Anastasias back with his shoulder where she leaned against him. That earned him whines from the boys and daughters alike.

"But I wanna stay up! I'm not even sleepy!" Tiffany argues, only to have a yawn follow, Paul mimicking it.

"Tough. You need to get used to sleeping during the day." Paul stretched, arching his back a little, which makes his chest puff out and push Tiffany off his lap, making her fall into her back with a grunt, followed by a laugh as she kicks her legs in the air against his thigh.

"True, and Papa Paully needs his beauty sleep." Marko comments playfully, standing to be on all fours, making Jenny roll off his back and to be quickly caught by Dwayne and David's legs so she doesn't fall out of the nest.

"Damn right, I do." Paul merely agrees with the joke meant to insult him, grabbing Tiffany by her ankles and lifting her up in the air, making her continue to squeal and cackle, looking around at the world now upside down. "Now, say goodnight to Ma." Paul lowers Tiffany down a bit behind him so she can grab his shoulders, letting go of her legs and feeling them hit his back before wrapping around his torso, her arms doing the same around his neck.

Kat climbs up Marko’s arm, getting a little help from him as he uses his unoccupied hand to lift her up onto his own back, feeling her follow Tiffany's actions and cling onto him.

"G'night, Mama." Marko says, placing a kiss to Chrysta's knee and giving it a small pat. "Night, Mama." Kat repeats after Marko, letting him lean forward a little so she can place a kiss where he did. But she takes the moment with how close she is to place a little pat to her moms belly. "Night, baby. I hope you're a boy."

It almost made Chrysta's poor undead heart start beating again, giving a little laugh. She leans over to place a kiss atop both her curly haired loved ones in return. "Love you, sugar." She speaks into Kats' hair, almost fighting the urge to keep them there a little longer as Marko pulled away and crawled toward the opening of the nest.

"Night, Mama." Tiffany calls, giving a sleepy wave as she rests her head in the crook of Paul's neck, blowing away his sand blonde mane that tickles at her cheek and nose.

"See ya, Dime-peice." Paul gives a quick kiss to Chrysta's cheek before following after Marko and hiking up toward the rafters hidden deeper into the cave, carrying Tiffany on his back the whole way.

Anastasia watches them walk away, seeing Paul kick a rock in the way of the opening she was peering through moments before. Blocking out the moonlight that'd soon become skin searing sunlight. She then glances up at David, seeing him looking at the exact place she was, watching intently and making sure his coven had gotten to their sleepaway safely. And he sensed the eyes in him, his gaze falling back to Anastsia, not saying anything other that raising his eyebrows a little with a small head tilt.

"Are you gonna join us in the rafters tonight, dad?" She asks, letting her hold around her legs slack a little.

David gives a small shake of his head, putting an arm around her as he sees a bit of disappointment cross Anastasia's face at the non-verbal answer. "Can't. I need to keep close to your mom until the baby's born, and she can join us again."

Anastasia knew it was true, given someone had to keep an eye on Chrysta while she's more vulnerable - yet she couldn't help but begin to miss the company of Chrysta and David sleeping in the rafters beside her. Still, she knew there wasn't much she could do, and it wasn't like they'd never come back, and when they would, it'd be with a new baby sibling. So she supposes she has something else to look forward to in the next seven months.

"If you get lonely, you can come back down any time you want, you know that." Chrysta steps in, giving Anastasia a comforting rub on her arm, David giving her shoulder a squeeze.

The blonde gives a small nod, looking between her parents with a small sigh. "Yeah, I know." She says, offering a small smile, placing her head against David's shoulder for a second, which gets her a quick kiss atop her forehead in return.

Dwayne stands outside the entrance now, a sleepy-eyed Jenny on his back as she hides away her face into his hair. He holds a hand for Anastasia to take, which she gladly does so with the offer to help her out, giving a small wave behind her to David and Chrysta.

"Night." She says, still holding Dwayne’s hands as they make their way to the rafters to join the rest of their coven, safe and hidden away from the sun and danger of outside.

Chrysta watches them all with a bit of longing, just a little sad she or David couldn't join them yet, especially feeling just a bit guilty to leave Anastasia by herself.

"And then there were two." David's voice brings Chrysta from her thoughts, looking toward her with half lidded gaze as the exhaustion of the night out began to kick in, but he grinned at her nonetheless.

"Three, actually." Chrysta corrected with a smile, feeling a little clever as David gives a small eyeroll while joining her at her side, letting his body relax into the comfort of her nest, given he was already getting used to spending his days sleeping there. He let's go of the breath he was holding, let any tense muscle in his body calm.

"Right... Right. Three." He comments, his voice gravelly and muffled against the skin of her shoulder as he closes his eyes, throwing an arm over Chrysta as he lays on his stomach, the side of his he'd laid against pillows and his breathing slow and warm against the skin of Chrysta's shoulder. His hand rubbing small circles into the side of her stomach.

She looks toward him as he looks as though he's asleep, but she knows he's still awake... Even if it's barely. She plays with the cuff of his jacket and his glove, feeling the way his fingers tense or twitch a bit with the faint feeling of her own hand.

"Hm?" David hums lowly, already knowing from the nervous touch of his mate something was up. His eyes stayed closed, but he felt the traction of Chrysta turning her head to him.

"You can go join Annie and the others in the rafters if you want." She whispers, bringing her arm up to run her fingers up the back of David's neck through where his mullet grew out. "I can take a night by myself."

"I ain't about to leave you in here, by yourself." David countered, his voice wary and a little stern, but it grew a little softer, running his hand against her side for any hint of comfort in his touch. "Anastasia will be just fine. It's only a few more months and it isn't the worst thing in the world."

"I know, I know... But are you okay with it?" Chrysta questions, moving some of the still wet strands of hair from his resting face, not seeing any reaction to her touch or words at all. Vampires really do sleep like the dead.

"I sleep perfectly fine when I know my coven is safe. My coven is safe and protected. I'm okay." He reassures, his voice still a little slurred and monotone as he tries to keep wake to aid his mate with anything or any of her worries, and Chrysta can't help but feel a little better knowing that, giving him a smile she's aware can't see, but he understands. He can feel that sudden peace of the moment and calm silence shared between them.

"If you say so. Then I'm okay, too." Chrysta whispers against his forehead, placing her soft lips against his cold brow.

David answers by giving her a tight tug toward him, his arm over her body brings her closer as he buries his face into the crook against her shoulder, placing a kiss to her neck, soft and innocent while exhaling a calm breath through his nose against her collarbone.

"That's it... Now go to sleep."

Chrysta hides the bottom half of her face into his bleach-blonde hair, breathing the scent of rain and his natural musk intoxicating her lungs. She holds the breath a little longer as she closes her eyes, letting it go after a second as her body goes heavy against David's.

A rare moment where she finally felt at peace.

[eriyu]

People I Wanna Get to Know Better

tagged by @wildstar25 (thank you!!!)

Last Song: i just rewatched Marianas Trench's video for Who Do You Love!!! it made me cry again!!! (although also this happened because of a conversation stemming from their new album; go listen to it.)

Favorite Color: indigo. as rich as possible. in the spot right where you're not sure whether to call it blue or purple.

Currently Watching: multiple things, but biggest is probably that i've been slowly making my way through Doctor Who? i gave up before Matt Smith many years ago, but i'm currently in the middle of series 6 with the help of this guide

Last Movie: i'm not sure it's the most recent, but i rewatched Lion King II not too long ago. it may not be the original Lion King, but legitimately, it's pretty good??? i was feeling kinda nuts over One of Us. "Born in grief / Raised in hate / Helpless to defy his fate / Let him run / Let him live / But do not forget / What we cannot forgive."

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: sweet!!!!! i love sugar!!!!!!! i mean, spicy and savory are also good. but if i have to choose.

Relationship Status: single

Current (OC) Obsessions: am i supposed to be more specific than just "Ehryu"??? i've been thinking a lot lately about her and Thancred, i guess. i just adore their friendship. how much they have in common. how straightforward they are with each other. how much they end up leaning on each other. how they have the absolute best banter.

Last Thing I Googled: "indigo dye" LMAO. before this it was "laser pointer milliwatts" because someone on reddit claimed that you could use a "regular-ass" laser pointer for laser therapy.

i've seen a lot of people get tagged by others already so i'm just going to blanket tag all mutuals. 8') if you haven't done it already, please do!!!

[definatelymrhyde]

Intro post (late edition) because I didn’t know these were even a thing until recently

-> About me

• My name is Rowen! Or Ro if you wanna go with that instead

• If im credited in something (like strange case of the kitchen) it’ll either be my username or Ro Deefynde (it’s a pun. I’m hilarious, guys.)

• I have had a longtime interest in a concerning amount of forms of art (Theatre/Musical theatre, writing, and visual arts, both creating and observing)

•I have ADHD and if given the chance WILL monologue on about whatever I’m fixating on

•I have not too great eyesight and yet refuse to wear my glasses when writing at night (which is a lot!) so as a result we get ✨so many spelling mistakes!!✨

•A good 90% of my humour is based off of sarcasm I apologize in advance

•I’m bilingual! I speak English as my first language and French as my second, I’ve been speaking French for almost 13 years now :))

-> Things I like

•Currently Fixating on: Jekyll and Hyde!!

•Acting

•Writing (Fanfics and my own original stories)

•Drawing. Constantly.

•MUSICAL THEATREEE

•Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice

•Pokémon (Samurott and Sylveon are my favorites)

•Dad jokes and bad puns

•The video game A Hat in Time

-> Boundaries n’ stuff

•If you want to draw any of my OCs or stuff feel free!! I want to see them too so @ me if you’d like to

•Just dont be an a-hole I guess 😎😎

-> Things I’ll probably post about

•Fixations! (Currently The Glass Scientists and Jekyll and Hyde!!)

•Ao3 updates

•Art

•Theatre

•My OCs

•The universe I made up in which the majority of my OCs live (Blimps Away!!Airship Services)

-> DNI

•Homophobes, transphobes, sexists, racists etc

•People who like to make fun of beginner artists (Art lore people essentially) etc

-> Other stuff

•(Sigh) I’m the HJ7 pancakes guy… I apologize for the absolute monstrosity and will enjoy making more green food to make up for it soon 😔😔

•Update on the HJ7 pancakes. I am ALSO the guy who created, writes and plays Edward Hyde In Strange case of the kitchen! The,, like,, Jekyll and Hyde Parody cooking show

•I am also the Jekyll and Hyde experiments guy. At least I’m one of them, I was the Jekyll out of the two of us :DD

•My favorite weather is rain and fog because there isn’t enough where I live

•I love listening to people infodump so if you need someone to infodump to I am all ears!! Just ask me first and chances are I’ll be there soon and very willing to listen

•My favourite colour is bright green!! As well as neon indigo, I also like dusty purple :DD

•My favourite type of music is mainly musical theatre stuff but I also really like alternative music

•I got my first ever big role in a musical this year! (2024) it was Jane in Descendants onstage, since then I’ve gotten Hei-Hei from Moana Jr, and I’ll be auditioning for Beetlejuice in Beetlejuice junior Jan 2025

•Singing wise I’m a high tenor, or low alto-ish, but I keep getting casted as high alto and low soprano roles because I can falsetto really high. Help. It’s painful.

•I can do a beetlejuice esque raspy voice without hurting myself and use it for jokes somEtimes

•Aspiring voice impressionist (I can do Shaggy from scooby doo, Applebloom from MLP and I’m told I can do a scarily accurate Twilight sparkle impression but I’m not sure how much I belive that)

•My dream job is to be a comic book or children’s book illustrator

•My OC universe called Blimps Away!! Airship services is a story that I’ve recently made into a webcomic :)) UPDATE; That webcomic has been on hiatus for a few months now because I’ve gained a wrist injury, and can’t draw for intense periods of time like that anymore lmao I STILL DRAW THOUGH DW!!

[never-ending-fanfic]

Catching up with The Dragon Prince and decided to make a Crossover AU concept except all member of the Ghost Crew are different elves

(mind you I'm not deciding based on appearance or signature color ect I'm going with the General Vibe™ so it's rather personal, you can disagree or share your ideas)

Let's also say there are no humans in this case scenario kay? Let's dig in!

Hera- Skywing Elf, definitely, no doubt. Her love of flying is too strong for me to place her in a different type. She's also that "less than one in ten" case that's born with wings. I would say her horns would be long and curved to mimic the original lekku, I'd keep her green color (even though it's not usual for Skywing Elves to have that skin tonr) but maybe I'll add some silver/gray touches to

Kanan- Startouched Elf, going with what we know about that type, they're very rare and so are the Jedi after the fall of the Republic, so that's a nice touch. He'd have a deep indigo skin and obviously horns (to add the touch one could be chipped, to signify that he's been through a lot), his primal source is the stars ofc and ofc he's trying to teach Ezra about the arcanum with the stars, since that type of connection is rare and not much is known about it

Ezra- Startouched Elf, everything goes same as for Kanan, but I feel Ezra could have obviously smaller horns and a little lighter blue skin. He would also figure out the arcanum to more than one primal source and would definitely try Dark Magic at some point (just like how Ezra was tempted by the dark side in the show)

Sabine- Earthblood Elf- hear me out, she would definetly use her Earth Magic to create beautiful art, wether it would be with plants gems and crystals, she would have brown skin and green hair (at least originally, she could dye it later)

Zeb- Sunfire Elf, he would definitely still be a captain of the royal guard in Lux Aurea before its fall (lile Lasan) and it definetly fits that this type of Elves are known for amazing weapons (SWR Ladats- bo-rifle, TDP Sunfir Elves- Sunforge blades and armour) and his "heat-being mode" would definitely be something to see... He doesn't use the Sun Magic often, but like all Elves, he's connected to his primal source- the sun

Kallus- Moonshadow Elf, they're known for being great assasins and infiltrators, I think it would sit well with Kallus' spying abilities (and you cannot tell me that the phrase "by the light of Lothal's moons" doesn't fit perfectly!) He would still be pale with a bit of purple-ish hints, his markings would resemble his freckles, his hair would be white. He would know know a few spells but wouldn't rely only on them. He originally used Dark Magic, but after becoming one of The Good Guys™, he stopped. He's the perfect opposite of Zeb at first glance although also going with @seth-shitposts post about Kallus being like a moon that reflects the light around him, this is perfect.

Chopper- he would be Bait, but more outrightly unhinged

Not sure if I'm gonna write that or draw that but I wanna do SOMETHING

[addedsugars]

sodaa !! can i pls hear anything u want to share or say abt ur dgm insert !! im rly all ears !! (@dmclr)

HIIIII CLARA HIII thank you so much honestly... I have so many thoughts cause none of my friends are into d gray man and there for have. no idea what I'm talking about!

this is a long post so have some songs I listened to while writing it <:3

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I was going to make this like a big lore post but I realized there's a bunch of things I wanna figure out first and a bunch of things I'd have to explain and I don't wanna leave this in my ask box for. Months! So instead I'm gonna use this post to talk about my current design process hell. I'm like aware self insert designs don't need to be complicated or directly match the source material but. Mine does actually! No it can't just be me it needs to fit with the LORE

a big problem I've been having recently is colors... I would consider my s/I to be like... part of the main quartet to some extent and all of them have main colors I associate with them.

Allen is generally white or a pale grey but I could understand if someone argued for red because of his scar and arm, but red is more an accent color than a main color for me. when illustrated in a simpler way Hoshino will usually focus on including his pale-ness before his red accents so I consider that more important in his color hierarchy

Lenalee is obviously purple. her hair is canonically black but whenever hoshino stylized her its just. purple. and she also has purple eyes either way. shes purple.

Lavi's in an orangey red or just orange in the a very "He is a ginger." type way. you could also just say his color is ginger and i'd be like. yeah.

and then finally, Kanda's is very much blue, even in canon I think during the Alma arc when he went insane his hair turned blue. even if that wasn't true, like Lenalee his eyes are blue is canon, and when given the chance his hair is also stylized as blue.

that being said when the characters are so clearly color-coded I find it important to also color code my self insert a little which leads to the dilemma of: which color do I give them?

i know my blog's theme might lead one to believe otherwise but my favorite color is red, so of course that was my first choice, but even with red not being Allen's main color. it's still very prominent in his palette and felt like stepping on his toes a little, plus even excluding Allen, Lavi will often stray into red and i don't want to deprive him of that versatility in my art just to differentiate the two color-wise. there is the option to make them into more of a pinkish red so when i push Lavi into more red, they'd become more pink so palette-wise they stand out from each other but I'm iffy on that.

this is also to say it isn't unheard of for characters to share a main color but it's usually with purpose. Like Alma's main color is arguably blue but i think that's purseful seeing as Kanda and Alma's stories are extremely intertwined. it shows that they're connected to each other in a way others aren't, these two characters' bond is unique.

I also like to think that Kanda and Lanelee having similar colors with Kanda occasionally slipping into more indigo than his usual blue shows that they have a unique bond in their own way too but :3c that's more just wishful thinking on my part...

Allen's mentor Cross's main color is red, which very much makes sense to me with Lavi and Allen's dubious claims to red as their central color since all three of these characters have a connected history. I would get into how the histories are connected but then this post would NEVER END so we can't do that. not today at least.

that being said I DID consider my self insert blue as a central color because my character is obviously very connected to Kanda, but I didn't like the idea of them having the exact same shade of blue so I thought of making it maybe a little lighter or a little darker. i also did not like that though because it reminded me too much of one of my moots ships. WHICH IS NO SHADE TO THEM BTW I love his ship a lot and that's partly why I think my brain has decided they have a claim over that specific color combo.

besides even if all of the above wasn't true I think Alma and Kanda's bond is very specific and unique and I feel like sharing their color might... intrude upon that instead of building upon it, if that makes sense? My s/i is still connected to BOTH in a way but, at the beginning of their relationship especially, not in the way they're connected to each other. I don't like the idea of them signifying a sense of unity with Kanda by sharing a central color with him when that's simply not true for them until WAY later. maybe they'd wear each other's colors to show that or something...

At the moment I'm really considering yellow for multiple reasons...

an orangey yellow to be specific! partly because it would still connect them to Kanda and Alma in a weird way of being their opposite of the color wheel but also showing their distance by again, being their opposite. i think it also goes with some design themes I was playing. them being a warm yellow in contrast to Kanda's cool blue... i also liked the idea of their ability to involve a flash of light somehow. especially since i planned to make them light-sensitive and get migraines like meee :). its funny to me.

i believe that is all my thoughts for now!! at least the coherent ones. i might post some design concept later... for nyow, thank you for coming to my ted talk! like genuinely if you read all this thank you!!! i talk a lot.

[darkwingphoenix]

Hello, @loominggaia Fans!

You guys coming into The Ole Meme Bakery Today

I won't throw ya out tho, you're always welcome!

Darshaan when Columbina goes trick-or-treating as him (She's going all in on the costume, bare titties and all)

Skylie to Saraia (She's a straight 10 (To Saraia) with a high libido)

Saraia when she gives Skylie a shark onesie:

Gultopp using the Evangeline Civil War to start shit up (Damiscend, The Unseelie, Mogdir, and The Seelie Court gang up on him)

Clarity trying to convince Cobalt to let her date/marry Lumine (She's flopping around the floor, and Lumine's EATING IT UP)

Cobalt when Sai and Justinia have body esteem issues (Skylie's his backup gal)

Going to Zareen Capital Be Like

Cobalt And The Evangeline Royal Sisters Smiling VS Saraia, Justinia, Sai, and Angie smiling (Very flirtatious, very we wanna top in the bedroom like)

Skylie when Saraia helps her with a tech thingy

Skylie and Cyana, having left Evangeline after suppressing themselves for years (Skylie's still messed up after being burned on the face with red hot iron rods, Cyana's totally recovered from it all)

Marine's husband when Lumine turns on him when Signora and Columbina are trying to assassinate him (She actually stabbed him in the back, trying to take his focus on her sisters to kill him quickly)

Skylie coming home to Sygbarne and the younger divines she adopts:

A random hilichurl

A party-loving minotaur be like

The Harbingers on a calm afternoon

A Random Monster Skylie Makes

Lumine when Signora and Columbina are taking too long to stab their father

A random human rapper and Amber doing a rap battle (She completely wrecks him and then steals his hoes)

Bishop Be Like

Random Monster Skylie Makes Be Like:

Marine's husband's champion after leaving to duel Lumine personally (She used her Vision and Paimon to kill him easier)

Dorzlaf inspecting a new goblin slave of his

Skylie memorizing her songs by funny mislyrics

Skylie when drunk

A music instrument snob being snooty and Skylie clowning on them

Cyana being supportive of Signora and Columbina, and Rodrig trying to shut her down

What Skylie imagined her crowd was before she got enough confidence without it (Her adoring nieces, nephews, and kiddos)

Citrine throwing out her Sticks and Bones (Skeleton/plant fusions)

Skylie to any of her younger kids/nieces and nephews

Skylie on Valentine's Day/Looming Gaia's version to Saraia

Saraia and Darshaan serving

Saraia as a little kid

Rook to people who tell Skylie she's such a powerful male

Skylie making a cutie anime figure for Reformed Lindism

Now, Cyana pretending to be straight:

Saraia trying to make a non-murder monster with Skylie, Vex and Darshaan tryna help out

The first minotaur to win a skateboard competition

Citrine, Amber, and Kitsu practicing necromancy at 3 AM(Citrine picked it up instinctively and taught her sisters)

A Demon tryna get food at 3 AM

Cyana to suitors vs Angie

If someone did the crime of Hurting Collei (AKA, she tripped while they had the misfortune of being within 3 meters of her)

Jeimos Be Like

Sprights and Pixies Be Like

Lumine's Fave Color being Purple after Clarity guessed it (She didn't have a fave until Clarity said Purple)

The Fanaka Triplets and Cyangeline Kids when Rustafi makes his first law as High King (They're completely clowning)

Skylie adopting random orphans be like

Morgause ripping her shirt off, Skylie showing kink-concern, Saraia kink-observing, Darshaan kink-questioning and Vex making a kink-hypothesis using the kink-scientific theory

Ei and Makoto Be Like

Saraia and Skylie Being a Spy Pair

Skylie when someone fetishizes her kids/nieces/nephews (She's stabbing them with Celestial Blade)

Skylie and Saraia half the time

Citrine and Amber at an early seance (Citrine's tryna be professional, Amber's just clowning the hell out)

Cobalt having his kids come with him to Damiscend (And Maia/Dottore/Indigo/Capitano's reactions, Collei/Lumine/Clarity's reactions, and Rosaria's reaction)

Cobalt and Justinia reacting to Ei and Makoto saying they're the twins' parents (They look like a human with sirene traits, like Tolsa of Gawe but with a sirene base)

Capitano when Sandrone caved an ogre slaver's ribs in, killing him on the spot (She broke her wrist and arm and dislocated her shoulder)

Mr. Ocean during that one Zareenite interview

Amber and Maui surfing during a tropical storm

Amber and Cyana in this situation (Amber reads some FUCKED UP smut)

Maia running on water using galemancy

Random day in Ascendance Be Like:

Cobalt and Skylie dueling (Ajaw served as the tumble weed)

Cute Saibalt Moments with their kids as babies (And also Justinia and Sai's twins, all the same age)

A Domestic Monster Skylie Made (It can't survive at all in the wild)

Bunch of Skylie's kids as 4-6 year olds

Skylie exposing Evangeline's nobility with a banger

Lumine during a self-imposed trip her dad approved of so she'd be free for a few years (She decides to come back to take out her dad personally, as she decided he was a POS)(Capitano heard her walking past him and went to hug her, as only she and their dad knew of her adventuring)(This is sorta meant to copy Genshin Impact in a way)

Columbina threatening her grandfather with fake Khaenri'ah Rot (An affliction Skylie made that makes those afflicted essentially have a pro-equality, pro-magic and anti-slavery symbiote like from Venom that becomes a massive problem in Evangeline)

Skylie, Cyana, Lumine, Signora and Columbina to their family at the High Royal Gala

LG Monsters when asked this

Lumine to a Neuvillette impersonator at a convention

Lumine to Clarity vs to her adventuring buds

My headcanon voices for: Columbina, Amber, Citrine, Alani, Saraia, Skylie (As a teen), Indigo, Darshaan, Dottore, Cobalt, Capitano, and Tyger Fanaka

Sai trying to use her kids' slang

Skylie using pyromancy with Celestial Blade:

The Divine Quartet (Skylie, Saraia, Darshaan, and Vex) bein badasses

Cobalt and Darshaan with their female friends/relatives (Almost all of whom are some sorta gay):

Gay facts, with Cyana:

This has been Gay Facts with Cyana

Cobalt to Collei:

Saraia to Skylie trying out a new outfit:

Paimon, Lumine's right hand gal, standing at attention:

Whole Buncha Gayness from Looming Gaia

Marine to Columbina

Capitano and his Khaenri'ah Rot going into Kelvingyard by themselves

Cecaelia to Kobolds Be Like

Lumina having identity issues grappling with her gender and being able to outright shapeshift into people she knows well

Skylie thinking of Saraia

[spyromancy]

tagged by @sarcasticallyinclined! funny little get to know me better ask meme that anyone can do!

last song: "let down" by radiohead (it was on a viktor arcane edit that slapped hard lmaoo)

favorite color: purple!

last book: this is how you lose the time war

last movie: look back, fujimoto's newest movie

last TV show: part 2 of arcane im dying

sweet/savory/spicy: spicy!

relationship status: i have a goilfrienddd :3

last thing i searched: indigo milkcap mushroom (it came up in a tabletop session)

current obsession: panfandom RP it consumes my thoughts

looking forward to: ooh golly... UHHH oh man okay my birthday is in december and i love getting cupcakes from this local place! and there's a cool exhibit at the art museum near me so i wanna go there as well. also quite excited for the shadow the hedgehog movie i have to admit. also saturday. arcane part 3. sorry i think three answers are about arcane now but it's truly all i can think about right now

favorite drink: apple juice cut with water (too sweet otherwise)

song playing on a loop in your head 24/7: "two" by bbno$

current favorite character: kenzo tenma from monster is always up there but right now ash lynx from banana fish is more at the forefront

fun activity you would like to get into: plush making! i've done a little bit of it with my super talented cousin and i wish i had the bravery to try it alone LOL.

last video game: lethal company

last comic/graphic novel: crocodile complex by venz228 on itch.io! it's cool as all hell please check it out!

i'll tag @good-wine-and-cheese @beanboop @rars @prettyokwizard @mushroomcoffeecafe @funktechnisch @cactus-chowder @snickerblizzarts @bilumi @rainsoftenings and anyone else who sees this if you want to do it! if not of course it's okay! <3

[ghosts-and-glory]

Hello I'm the survey anon, I'm here to ask you some questións about cotl. First: how did you get into the game? Second: What's your favorite part of the game? And Third: If you could add or remove anything? What would it be? Thank you for your time, tumblr user Ghosts-and-Glory. (I'm not an official account or anything, just a curious guy.)

I ramble under the cut

1) I think I saw advertising for it a few years back just before it came out. I watched a few people play it (RT Game and Secret Sleepover Society) but it didn’t look like my thing. At one point I just remembered it existed and wish-listed it on steam and bought it on a whim when it went on sale in December. I have not been the same since (affectionate)

2) Tie between the music, visual style and story elements. My hot take is cotl has my favourite video game soundtrack, it’s one of the few I have on my playlist next to other music. The colour direction makes me cry tears of joy. I will never ever get over the indigo/purple and like red/magenta colour scheme of the majority of the game. The subtle and lively animation, little tiny visuals like Kallamar being the only bishop with a leviathan’s cross on his design to go along with his ocean theming. The story feels so lovingly crafted and in depth just the way it gives you little bread crumbs. Like l loose my mind digging through dialogue and tablets like a madman.

Honourable mention to the crusades and the boss fights. The only other rouge like I’ve ever played is Noita and that game kicks my ass, like at least I can progress through cotl without getting shot by goblins with shotguns. But on my first play throughout I absolutely lost my shit at the way each bishop’s boss fight takes the main elements from the area and ramps it up. The bosses reflect on that area’s enemies and it’s so well designed.

3) I really really wish the game was better optimized. I have a weak computer and I gotta turn the graphics waaayyyy down and unplug my Cintiq to play. It crashes on me if I have too many followers, too many crops, it crashed when I finished the post game, I’ve been soft locked by trying to talk to a follower, something being in their way and they can’t path find to me. Also just small things like I have SIX OUTHOUSES AND THE FUCKERS STILL SHIT IN THE CHURCH. And when my heart demon guy drops extra HEARTS OUT OF BOUNDS. I also wish there was a bit more with some of the minor npcs. Like give Plimbo as much character as Sozo you cowards. It’s also vaguely disturbing how none of Ratau’s friends react when you sacrifice him. And I wanna pet all my followers.

[nerdylizj]

Hi, how are you doing? I hope you're well!

So firstly, I wanna say that I love your "forgetting is a kind of mercy" fic. Thank you so much for writing it and sharing it with us! It is happy fuzzy and SO PAINFUL WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE, and I just love how you maintain a type of hope throughout despite the difficulties.

Now, onto my question: Once everything settles (and Zuko and Katara are Fire Lord and Fire Lady respectively), do you think that Zuko and Katara would still wear green once in a while? To serve as a reminder? Like, when they're going on special dates or just relaxing with Akio and want to feel more grounded? Would green act as a comforting color for Akio, since that's what his parents wore when he was very young? OR, could they just have a patch of green in all of their outfits, like an inside joke that only they get?

Anyways, sorry for the rambling, just thinking about the color symbolism and whatnot. Thanks again for writing, and I hope you get to enjoy your day!!!

hiii thank you so much for your kind message! I'm doing well, how are you? I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far <3 hope is a big theme in atla so i'm happy to hear that this is translating into this au.

For Zuko/Lee and Katara/Kya, green has meant and will continue to mean so much to them for various, sometimes-warring reasons - as well as other colors to come! I love using colors as a theme in my writing to the point that it's a little pathetic, lmao.

Your message reminded of a specific section I recently wrote. Here's a snippet from a chapter of what will come much later:

minor spoilers below!

Pink and purple and indigo and violet and periwinkle, most of all. I didn’t know what that color was before I met your mom. I thought those colors were all just purple. Periwinkle’s your mom’s favorite color, though she’ll tell you lilac or blue. Don’t let her fool you. When she says periwinkle, she means hope. When she says lilac, she means love. When she says blue, she means home.

(If you remember this ask when you read this section in its entirety, I'd love to hear your thoughts!)

I can't really spoil how the story ends at this point (a happy ending does not always mean what you'd expect!) but I will say that their futures are informed by the past. As they remember, their ideas of self evolve too. They're no longer blue and red turned green and now returning back to blue and red. Lee's POV in chapter 4 says that once tea begins to brew, we can't take back the colors that overcome clear water no matter how fast we try to lift the strainer :)

thank you for the question, never worry about rambling <3

[rosietrace]

『 Sapphire set 』

Characters: Victoria Shard, Isfrid Aneira(@windbornearchon), Astrid Aneira(@starry-night-rose)

Mentioned: King and Queen Aneira, Zenith Devi, Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit, the former Diasomnia housewarden

Pairing: Victoria Shard x Isfrid Aneira

Synopsis: Isfrid was alone once Astrid took up a bit of space in the dancefloor. And all of a sudden, she's captivated by the woman Zen mentioned to her - Sapphire eyes and all.

Warning(s): Potentially ooc, Isfrid was the original housewarden of Diasomnia before Malleus, Victoria was intended to be Pomefiore's housewarden until Vil showed up, implied unrealistic expectations from Isfrid's parents

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

[ Reblog > Likes ]

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱【 ♛ 】⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤†

↳ Victoria Shard, the beautiful manipulator

Isfrid looked around awkwardly. She didn't know what else to think about when it came to noble gatherings - Other than pure dread.

Something about the intermingling of people who she never fit in with… Never sat right with her.

Yet here she was, dressed in black and blue, makeup and hair styled to perfection. All while being the equivalent of a wallflower.

At the very least, Astrid was there for her to lean on for support.

“Yeah… These types of things? They're both really boring or really fun,” Astrid suddenly said, trying to lighten Isfrid's slightly sour mood.

Fortunately, that got a chuckle out of Isfrid. “Yeah,” she replied. “At the very least, there's chocolate.”

Astrid's eyes gleamed with excitement at that revelation. “Yup! Oh, don't worry, sis, this'll be a blast!”

“Heh, I hope so, Atti…”

The two began to talk to one another. If not to pass the time, then to avoid speaking to the other nobles - Particularly other royal children.

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Alas, Astrid wanted to take a chance and make a run for the dance floor. Yet at the same time, she didn't want to leave her sister to her own devices.

Isfrid gave her an assuring smile, telling her that it was okay if she wanted to dance. Though she was a little hesitant, Astrid didn't wanna push further and potentially make her sister uncomfortable.

So there she went, to the dance floor.

Leaving Isfrid close by, yet feeling so far away.

Isfrid felt a smile on her lips as she watched her little sister dance. Oh, how she wished she could join her.

But alas, she couldn't. Too many eyes watching, too much weight on her shoulders from the expectations of her parents - Her father, most of all.

Suddenly, in the corner of Isfrid's eye, she caught the sight of someone.

That someone happened to be enough for her face to go warm.

Victoria stood opposite to Isfrid in the room, having what seemed to be a lighthearted conversation with both her father and Isfrid's dorm mate, Zenith Devi.

Based on her appearance, Isfrid very quickly connected the dots and knew that she was the best friend Zen had been going on about with her for quite some time.

She couldn't feel the warmth on her face disappear as she looked at her. Shimmering silks adorn her body, a mix of indigo and purple for her hair.

And her eyes. If anything, those eyes were the most captivating feature of Victoria. Something about the sparkle of her narrowed, sapphire-colored eyes….

It entranced Isfrid. Rightfully so, really. She knew that ever since Zen mentioned that he was her best friend, the Victoria he spoke of was indeed Victoria Shard.

The young woman who had been proclaimed ‘society's villainess’ shortly after her debut to society at sixteen.

Isfrid pursed her lips. Why…. Why won't this warm feeling fade already…

She allowed her thoughts to take over, completely unaware that Victoria began making her way toward her.

“Excuse me?”

The sound of an unfamiliar voice jolted Isfrid out of her train of thought. And when she turned to face the source, she couldn't help but feel her lips part and her eyes widen.

Victoria Shard herself, right in front of her.

“O-Oh-!” Isfrid stammered, backing away a bit. “I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't-”

“No, it's alright,” Victoria placed a hand over her hip. “You were simply lost in your thoughts. I just pulled you out of it.”

Awkwardly nodding, Isfrid began trying to figure out what to say next. That is, until Victoria extended a hand to her.

“Victoria Shard, a member of Pomefiore,” the young woman in question extended her other hand towards Isfrid. “But then again, knowing Zen, I wouldn't be surprised if you already knew that.”

Laughing awkwardly, Isfrid took her hand, gently shaking it - For fear that if she grasped it too tightly, she'd freeze her hand.

“He's quite a joy to be around, if you ask me,” Isfrid replied, feeling a little more confident in her response. “Isfrid Aneira. Though I suppose you already know that.”

Victoria smiled, nodding in response as she pulled her hand away. “Indeed. Zen's told me quite a bit about you.”

Flinching slightly, Isfrid tilted her head. “Really?”

“Yes,” Victoria replied bluntly. “He told me you were also Diasomnia's housewarden before Draconia came into the picture.”

Remembering what had gone down during her second year, Isfrid looked away, nodding slowly. She felt herself shrink in on herself at the mention of that.

“Yes….” Isfrid responded. “I was.”

Humming softly, Victoria stood next to Isfrid, positioning herself in a way that allowed her to look at the waltz that occurred in front of her.

“I was meant to be Pomefiore's housewarden, actually,” she said suddenly. She wasn't sure why she'd bother to tell Isfrid this, but there really was no going back, was there?

Isfrid looked back at her, somewhat surprised. “You were?”

Victoria nodded curtly, her expression utterly unreadable as she watched the dancing in front of her.

“To be Pomefiore's housewarden, you must make an incomparably deadly poison,” she stated something both she and Isfrid already knew. “And…. Well…. I came to NRC much earlier than Vil did. About two months early.”

At that time, Victoria would've been the top candidate to be the housewarden. Isfrid knew that much from what she said, at least.

“But then….” She allowed her voice to trail away from her sentence. Isfrid looked at her, a hint of sympathy in her eyes - Well aware of what she was to say next.

“Then?”

Victoria sucked in a sharp breath. “Then,” she continued. “Vil showed up.”

“In no time, there was a competition between the two of us. We'd both make our own poison, and the housewarden at the time would judge them based on how long it took for the poison to kill a rat.”

Isfrid listened intently, watching Victoria as her head soon hung low. “.... Vil killed that rodent the moment his poison dripped into its tongue.”

Beside Victoria, Isfrid's eyes softened so much more. She knew that feeling - The feeling of feeling like you're worthy of something when suddenly it slips away from beneath you the moment someone ‘more qualified’ shows up.

She felt her hand reach toward her but decided against moving closer. Both Isfrid and Victoria knew: That wouldn't be what would bring her comfort.

Isfrid pulled her hand back, an awkward silence following suit.

Until, surprisingly, it was Isfrid who spoke up.

“.... I can understand how you must've felt,” she said. “That same year, I lost my position as housewarden.”

Victoria didn't know how to respond to that. At least, at first. “.... You lost it to Draconia.”

Isfrid didn't need to know if she was looking at her for her to nod in response. “Yes,” she looked at her gloved, ice-cold hands. “I knew I didn't stand a chance. Of course, I didn't…. Anyone would've preferred Malleus Draconia over some princess from a small, almost unknown, kingdom.”

For some reason, Victoria didn't like the way Isfrid talked down on herself like that.

“I see,” she replied. “.... If I may say, I'd have preferred it if you remained as Diasomnia's housewarden.”

That… Bewildered Isfrid. She turned to Victoria, eyes slightly wide, confusion filling her expression. “.... You would?”

For a brief moment, Victoria smiled at Isfrid. “Yes. If anything, I heard that Diasomnia was thriving before Draconia took your place.”

Isfrid felt her face warm up all over again. “I-I wouldn't say it thrived-”

“Oh, by all means, it thrived,” Victoria interrupted her, fully confident in what she was saying. “I haven't seen a Diasomnia student so eager to see their housewarden as an equal since Draconia took your place.”

She sighed in disappointment. “Nowadays, not even your own dorm mates want to go near Draconia. It's quite pitiful if you ask me.”

That got a stifled laugh out of Isfrid. “Well, you… Can't exactly blame them,” she felt a little more confident in herself. As if just by being around Victoria, she could be honest in what she was saying - With no hesitation.

Victoria chuckled. “I feel as though just by being around Draconia, everyone wishes to run and flee.”

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As the night went on, their conversation went for far longer than both of them had originally intended.

Not that they minded, of course. Never was that the case.

Isfrid felt at ease around Victoria. It was strange, really, feeling at ease around someone who she barely met more than an hour ago.

But, at the same time….. She felt comforted by her presence. Captivated by her to the point that all she could seem to think about, was to stare at the set of sapphires that donned the sockets of her eyes.

That was until Isfrid and Astrid had been called over by their mother and father. Told that they were returning home.

Slightly disappointed, Isfrid looked at Victoria, who had understood that she was leaving, and nodded. They both waved goodbye as Isfrid and her sister walked back to their parents.

In doing so, however, they both heard the sounds of murmuring among the guests. One of them, in particular, wasn't as loud as the rest.

“I can't believe she's meant to be the future Queen of Aneira…. If you ask me, the kingdom would do so much better if she was never born-”

As soon as they finished their sentence, the gentleman in question soon had wine dumped above their head from behind them.

The one who did that was Victoria. Isfrid knew she wasn't in the legal drinking age, so she assumed that the wine was for her father.

“Y-You-!!” The man cut themselves off once they realized who dumped the wine on him.

Victoria sent them a cold, calculating, look. “Me? What, at a loss for words?”

In most cases, she'd have been dragged out if the man was above her in title and general status. But based on his appearance, that clearly wasn't the case.

Victoria sighed in disappointment. “Gods….. And this wine was for my father,” she looked at the wineglass pitifully before looking behind her - presumably at her father. “I'll fetch you another glass in a bit.”

She turned back to the man who had belittled Isfrid, eyes narrowing. The man tried to retaliate by doing the same, but soon bordered on cowering when she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Hm. That's what I thought.”

She gave Isfrid and her family a look. Soon, she sent them a polite look, curtsying.

“I apologize for such an inconvenience, your majesties,” Victoria lifted her head, sending a soft look at Isfrid, making her blush slightly.

She soon stood straight, giving Isfrid a brief smile, before walking away. From where she was walking, Isfrid knew she was fetching more wine for her father.

It didn't take long for Isfrid to be dragged out of the ballroom by Astrid - Lest their father scolded her for taking so long.

That night, Isfrid knew that as she stared up at the ceiling of her bedroom…

Eyes like Victoria's aren't as common as they once were.

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can't take it | [tattoos ch. 2] XXX

✧ synopsis. yeonjun and indigo are getting closer and make plans to hang out with each other, but it doesn't go to plan. ✧ pairing. idol!yeonjun x indigo [oc - read about her here] ✧ genre. fluff? angst?, yeonjun's pov. ✧ words. 2.6K ✧ cw. swearing, mentions of eating, mentions of a sexually active yeonjun, mentions of yeonjun dating women, arguing, yeonjun's a bit of a dickhead ✧ notes. i don't love this chapter, but i really need to get these chapters up so i can post my other aus. it'll get better i promise! i just wanna lay the groundwork. and i really wanna get a bunch of these chapters up soon so i can start posting shit i'm actually proud of, so expect a bunch of mediocre chapters to come out soon.

February 2021

YEONJUN

“I’m dyeing my hair again soon,” I say to Indi through my phone’s screen. FaceTime lunches—my time—and dinners—her time—became a routine for us when she was home in Los Angeles. 

“You’re not gonna be pink anymore?” She asks, taking a bite while I shake my head.

“Are you disappointed?”

She scoffs, using her hand to cover her mouth, making a big scene of rolling her eyes. “What color are you gonna be?”

“Guess.” I smirk, sitting back in my seat and crossing my arms. 

Humming, she finishes her bite to look over me carefully before saying, “I liked the yellow a lot.”

“I didn’t know you when I had yellow hair, though.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’ve seen your music videos, goofy.” Trying to act cool and brush it off, she can’t hide that slight pink in her cheeks. “Maybe purple? That’s my favorite color.” I shake my head again. “Hm…blue again?”

“Nope.”

She chuckles and says, “Just tell me.”

“Black.”

She stares at me and bites the inside of her cheek. “I think that’ll look good.”

“Oh yeah? You’re thinking about me with black hair?” I smirk and she looks down, using her fork to fiddle with her food. “You think I’ll look sexy?” I tease her. She slowly started opening up to me and showing her true self—singing out loud without thinking, joking around more, and even answering the phone without needing a warning text. 

“Ah, Yeonjun, shut up,” she rolls her eyes. “I think you’ll look…I dunno, geez, you got me all flustered now.” She fans herself. 

“So you already think I’m sexy then, huh?”

“I think everyone thinks you’re sexy,” she says matter-of-factly, leaning forward to rest her chin in her palm. “Do you not think I’m sexy?” My mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out. “Think carefully, Yeonjun,” she says, pointing a finger at me. 

“Sure, you’re…nice looking,” I finally say.

“Nice?” She scoffs. “Blankets are nice. Candles are nice. I’m just ‘nice’?” I start stuttering. “Well?” She interrogates, her eyes widening while I look away from her. “Wow, I can’t believe it. You don’t think I’m sexy? What a good friend,” she says, shaking her head.

“No, wait—”

“I’m just messing with you,” she giggles. “I know I’m sexy. You don’t have to say it,” she smirks at me, my ears turning red, my breathing barely shallow. “Ah, so you can dish it out, but you can’t take it? I see…”

“I just wasn’t expecting it from you,” I say, rolling my eyes, finally able to form a coherent sentence. “Have you been practicing flirting with other people so you can flirt with me?”

“It just takes me a while to warm up to someone.”

“Oh,” I chuckle. “So you’ve warmed up to me.”

“Ah, shut up.” She giggles, taking a drink of water. “You’re too much,” she says. “So, I’m gonna be back in Seoul soon,” she says, grabbing her phone, scanning her eyes over the screen. The video pauses while she looks through her phone. “In two weeks!” She cheers. “And I’m staying for a whole two weeks.”

“That’s exciting!” I say, popping a grape into my mouth. 

“I’m gonna be pretty busy though,” she says. “But I’m sure we’ll be able to find some time to hang out.”

-

Indi 12:13 PM i’ve got some free time this evening if you wanna do something?

Me 12:37 PM Sure. Do you want me to pick you up at your hotel?

Indi 12:38 PM 👀  pick me up? you drive now?

Me 12:38 PM 💁‍♀️ Yep

Indi 12:39 PM ! then yes

Me 12:41 PM Okay, just send me the address.

Indi 1:11 PM actually can you pick me up at this agency?

Me 1:13 PM Sure

Indi 1:15 PM and maybe even take me back to my hotel so i can change? i’m in my ~business attire~

Me 1:17 PM … Fine Do you want me to get you a tea too? 🤨

Indi 1:21 PM well if ur offering 😗

-

“Indi!” I sing as she hops up into the passenger seat. 

“Junnie!” That nickname takes me aback, but she cringes. “Oh god, hated that.” 

“Nice to see you too,” I chuckle, handing her the tea I brought her.

Her eyes widen, a smile forming on her face. “Ah! You actually got me one?” She takes a big drink. “And sorry…it’s nice to see you.”

“You missed me?”

“Eh…sure.” She shrugs. 

“You’re so annoying.” I roll my eyes.

“Then why do you keep hanging out with me?”

“You know what? I don’t know. I really should reevaluate my friends.” Furrowing her eyebrows, her eyes widen, her mouth hanging open. I nudge her arm with my elbow. “I’m just kidding.”

“You don’t secretly hate me, do you?” She looks at me and I divert my attention from the road for just a second to make eye contact. “Be honest.”

“Of course not,” I chuckle. “I picked you up from work, brought you tea, I’m taking you to your hotel and then I’m gonna drive you somewhere else after that.” I shrug. “Would I do that if I hated you?”

Looking down and fiddling with the hem of her jacket, she says, “I guess not.”

While I park across the street from her hotel, she runs inside to change, soon returning in a much more casual outfit and tote bag. “So,” she starts, buckling her seatbelt. “Where are we headed?”

“What are you feeling?” 

“I feel like not being in public,” she says, running her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath. “But also not in my hotel room I guess.” She looks at me apologetically. 

“I can sneak you into the agency and we can hang out on the roof.”

“Sneak me in?” She smirks. “How scandalous.”

Pulling into the agency’s parking garage, we try to conceal our identity as much as possible—hats, sunglasses, big coats, the works. Luckily, it started to get dark a few minutes ago.  

“Seems like you’ve done this before,” she says. Shrugging, my ears turn red as I observe the splotches all over the concrete floor. “Oh my god, Yeonjun! Who are they?”

“Nobody—”

“No, no, who is it?”

“No, really, no one specific. Just dates and such.” I shrug. 

“Why don’t you tell me about them?” She smiles, taking her hat off as we step inside the building. “I wanna know everything. I love this stuff.”

“Okay, fine,” I start, looking up and down the hallways while we cautiously walk to the elevators. “I went out with this girl—”

“Woman.”

“Right, right,” I chuckle. “I went out with this woman like two weeks ago and I dunno…” I say, leaning back against the wall. “What do you wanna know?”

“What’d she look like?”

“Uh, she had long, black hair and she was pretty short,” I say, trying to keep the conversion short, but she insists I tell her more about the date, which makes me chuckle. I didn’t think she’d be interested in knowing about my boring dates. “I just took her to a restaurant. Nothing too exciting.”

“And you brought her back home with you?” She smirks and I laugh, diverting my eyes from her. “Ooh,” she giggles, wiggling her fingers in front of her face. “Oh my goodness—but I’m getting too far ahead of myself. How was the actual date part?” She asks as the doors open on the top floor.

“It was okay. She’s a law student, but she really likes cooking so she talked about food a lot.”

“Do you have a picture?” Nodding, I pull out my phone, too distracted to keep walking down the hallway while I look for her Tinder profile. “Oh my god. I think I’m in love—”

“Yeah, she was pretty.” I smile, putting my phone in my back pocket so we can start walking again. 

“Are you gonna see her again?”

“No, I don’t think so. There just wasn’t…I dunno…like a spark.”

“No spark? Didn’t you two sleep together?” She asks, the cool February air hitting our noses as we walk out to the roof to a small couch near an outdoor heater. 

“Yeah,” I laugh. “But she hasn’t texted me either, so I guess it was just like, you know, whatever.” I let her take the seat near the heater, switching it on before I take a seat near her. 

“Yep, I sure do.” The wind at the top of the roof gives me goosebumps and I hold my arms, trying to warm myself up. “Oh, are you cold?” She asks as she starts to take her jacket off.

“Yeah, but it’s okay—”

“No, it’s fine. I’ve got this giant heater.” She chuckles, handing her jacket to me. “And my jacket’s all oversized so it’ll fit you.”

Thanking her while threading my arms through her denim jacket, I say, “Let me know if you get too cold and want it back.” 

“Should we text her right now?” She smiles brightly, sitting with her legs crossed, clasping her hands together in front of her. I hesitate. “Do you want to see her again or not?” I grimace. 

“To be honest, no, I don’t,” I cringe. 

“Why are you all…?”

“I don’t want you to think I’m an asshole.”

“For not liking someone? You know how many people I don’t like?”

“Yeah, but I slept with her even though I didn’t really like her very much.”

“So? You know, I’ll tell you a secret. Sometimes, women just wanna have sex too. She might not like you either,” she says. “She hasn’t texted you, so I’m assuming she doesn’t. But wait…” she holds her hand in front of her. “Did you tell her you’d call her?”

“No, she actually said she’d text me.”

“Okay, then, see? You’re not an asshole. An asshole would say they would call and then not call,” she says, crossing her legs and taking a sip of her tea while I nod. Her phone buzzes and she reaches for it to answer a text. 

“I’ve got all of tomorrow off,” I say absent-mindedly. 

“Oh yeah?” She looks up into my eyes. “Me too! Do you wanna do something?”

“Sure,” I nod. “Remember that place I told you about—Danyang? It’s about an hour drive from here. You wanna go there?”

“Ooh, can we ride the train?”

-

Me 8:12 AM Where are you?

After the third attempt of calling Indi, I’m starting to get impatient. We were supposed to leave for the train station fifteen minutes ago. Racking my brain trying to remember her room number, I head inside the hotel, making a beeline for the elevators. Ah, I remember—she said room 502. 

Tapping my thumb against my thigh, the ding of the elevator can’t come quick enough. Finally rushing past the open doors and onto the fifth floor, I knock on her door a few times before pulling my phone out to call her, hearing it ring from behind the door. I pound my fist against the door. 

The door creaks open a few inches to reveal a sleepy Indi wrapped in a blanket, hair disheveled, bags under her eyes, yawning, “Yeonjun?” She opens the door a bit wider. “What are you doing here?”

“Do you know what time it is?” She shakes her head. “8:15. We’re supposed to be at the train station in five minutes.”

Widening her eyes, she asks, “What?” She turns to look at the alarm clock on the bedside table, rushing to the bathroom, swinging the front door open to let me in.

“Why aren’t you ready?” I call from behind the closed bathroom door, my voice has a bit of edge to it. 

“I guess I overslept,” she says, the sink turning on as she shuffles about for fifteen minutes. There’s no way we’re making the train now. 

Rushing downstairs, we jog through these busy sidewalks, hoping no one notices us—two people angrily running—toward the train station only to be met with the sight of our train leaving. 

“We missed it,” I grumble, rubbing my forehead with my fingertips, trying to stay calm.

“Aw, damn,” she says, crossing her arms. She turns around, looking at the bright sign in the middle of the train platform. “Ah, oh well. It looks like there’s—”

“I can’t believe you did this, Indi.”

“What’s the big deal? Another train leaves in an hour. I’ll go buy us new tickets,” she suggests, pointing her thumb toward the ticket counter.

“It’s not the tickets. I rarely get days off and the one day I’m off…” I trail off shaking my head. Looking up, she’s looking at me like she’s waiting for me to finish my thought. “It’s just—I decide to spend it with you and you make me miss my train. What a waste of time.”

“Well fuck you,” she says, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t have to hang out with me.”

“But I am,” I say, trying to keep my voice down to not make a scene. “And I’ve already lost an hour of my day off.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, geez.” She rolls her eyes, spinning on her heel toward the ticket counter. 

“I’m just saying—”

“It’s fine, Yeonjun.” She spins back around, holding her hand out in front of her to keep a distance between us. “Just let me buy the tickets, okay?”

“It’s not about that,” I say sternly, refusing to break the stare I have with her. She looks over my face like she’s surprised I’m upset. 

“Would you calm down?” She asks, shaking her head. “I said I was sorry.”

“Why are you making me ride the train anyway? I could’ve driven us, but no, you insist we ride the train because you’re fascinated by trains like some kind of toddler.”

“What the fuck, Yeonjun? Why are you being such an asshole?” She shouts as I try to shush her, hoping no one’s looking at us. “You’re really making fun of me for enjoying something?”

“I’m just saying. I could’ve driven us—”

“Well, let’s go get your car, Mr. I’ve Had a Driver’s License for Five Minutes.”

“It would take longer than just sitting here and waiting.”

“Then sit your ass down and I’m gonna go get new tickets,” she insists, not letting me argue with her before turning and rushing away. After a while, she plops down next to me, exasperating, handing me one of the two tickets. 

A train to a different destination comes and goes while we sit in silence, watching people walk by, buy tickets, find spots to sit, maybe stop in the convenience store for a snack.

“Hey,” she starts, turning toward me. “Did I tell you—”

“Goddamnit, Indi,” I interrupt. “I can’t believe you did this.”

“Oh, okay, we’re still on this,” she says, rolling her eyes and looking down at the ground while I start to lecture her. “Yeonjun,” she sighs. “I’m traveling back and forth between LA and Seoul a lot…I barely even know what time it is most days,” she says, trying to make excuses. “I have a lot going on and I was just tired, okay? I know I accidentally slept in, but we’re still going. It’s fine.”

“I could've hung out with my friends today and instead I chose you,” I grumble under my breath.

“What does that mean?” Her voice raises, head jerks back, crossing her arms. “I’m not your friend?”

“No, you are—I just mean…I have better friends that don’t waste my time.”

“What?” My eyes widen, shaking my head. “If I’m just some kind of filler for you to hang out with until something better comes along, then I’ll just go so you can hang out with your real friends.” She stands up, walking away.

“No, Indi, wait—” I try to stop her, but she just holds up her middle finger behind her, angrily walking away from me. 

Shit.

[aita-alternia]

AITA for I guess kidnapping a mutant n tellin my moirail to stop bein jealous?

So I (purple, 12) n my moirail (purple, 13) run a lil travelin circus n for some reason we are always gettin hit by opportunistic lil vermin who wanna break in n break shit. I always cull their bitchasses but if they just wanna steal shit I usually let em go cus they're just tryina eat.

N e ways this indigo (idk his age but he's post ban cus we all off planet by far) recently was diggin in my shit n I caught him. Was gonna cull him but I didn't. Long story short he a lil mutie with the tail kind n paws n cute ass face so I kept him. I think he's kinda neat in a red way n I feel bad for him cus he's real small n scrawny n skittish n shit. He got off planet but he ain't had a good meal since u feel me? I been feedin him n keepin him in a spare trailer with a lock on it cus if he runs off on me he's gonna get culled.

My moirail AINT SAID SHIT about it to me til I said I think he's kinda calmin down so I wanna keep him in our trailer. Then all a sudden fae start pitchin a fit, sayin I'm a freak n a weirdo, n talkin some shit about how we shoulda culled him.

But I just don't wanna? N fae didn't say that before. Fae let me do it n fae never said I shouldn't. Now all a sudden faer callin me outta touch n stupid n shit. Outta left field. I don't get it like fae never told me it made faer uncomfortable or that fae thought i was gettin all rebel vibes. How was I supposed to know? Plus he just a lil mutant brother, if I toss him out he's gettin culled. I don't wanna cull him n i don't wanna get him culled but I don't know if I'm bein a bulge cus my moirail keeps screamin at me n I got a lil wound up when we argued n I said "r u just worried he's more pitiful than u?" Cus I lowkey think that's the problem, n fae didn't say shit before! N they blew up. Now fae ain't speakin to me at all.

Which kinda makes me think that's what it is but idk. Am I wrong? Is fae right n I'm just bein stupid? Cus I meant that shit when I said it n I stand by it I think faer just jealous but I mighta been outta pocket sayin it idk.

Did I go too far? Am I the asshole?