#also please excuse the terrible coloring that's my bad

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

tryna figure out @saltyfryz’s Daybreaker Sun to contribute to the new cannon ship featuring @sunnyinajar; not exactly my best work, I did not do him justice here so I am sorry if it's very anticlimactic but uh here-

also

I AM SO SORRY HOW YOUR SONA CAME OUT SUE I TRIED I REALLY DID BUT I ENDED UP SCREWING UP THE LINEART COLORS AND THE COLORING IN GENERAL I DIDN'T MEAN TO I PROMISE BUT MY APP WAS ACTING UP AND I COULDN'T FIX IT-

*sobs and hides face in hands*

aherm.

anyways here's my first attempt and my lil analyzing of this funky lil dude (I have one for sue's sona as well but I'm not showing that cuz it's even more messy than this one)

anyways yeah here's this sorry imma crawl into my hidey hole and die now-

[beetlethebug]

Emmrich x Rook x Lucanis Headcanons

Note: i'm still very much in act 1 and early game so this is just me making shit up. i'm just feeling out the vibes that I have in my heart. Rook head canons are based on my Rook, Quil, but feel free to snatch them for you own (and please send me anything you have about any of them because i'm like a man starved.

NSFW head canons under the cut ;)

Emmrich

Despite being a tea enjoyer he can, in fact, make a mean cup of coffee and takes great pleasure in making cups for Lucanis

Has a habit of using his professor voice on Rook or Lucanis when he catches them getting into trouble or not taking care of themselves

He's absolutely threatened and then made good on putting Lucanis to bed himself when he learns about how terrible his resting habits are

Honestly Emmrich is about 90% of these two's practical self-care. Which makes it extra sweet and surprising to him when Rook and Lucanis pull it on him

Actually cried the day that Lucanis referred to Manfred as "his son" or his "firstborn", whichever of these is funniest to you in your heart

Loves to adjust outfits as an excuse for touch. It takes him a while to get hands-on with Lucanis but once the permission is established, he cannot keep his hands off him.

Canonically a "Dear" and "Dearest" but he does have names for each of his boys

Rook is his "little prince"; honestly any endearment/descriptor with "little" in front of it is being thrown Rook's way

I like the idea of Emmrich using "my heart" for Lucanis; I also like the idea of something like, "My protector" or "My knight" because the idea of the famed Mage Killer protecting our beloved Necromancer hits Just Right

On days when his knees ache he uses Lucanis or Rook as support. It doubles as an excuse to run his fingers through their hair or slide along their shoulders.

Certified Hand Kisser™️

He hates seeing Rook and Lucanis hurt and it always so, so tender when healing them. Knows that they're both capable, but his fear of mortality is so strong that sometimes it gets the better of him. Being unable to let them go after tough fights. Setting and resetting bones again and again because it has to be perfect. He cannot risk them getting injured because he healed them poorly.

Lucanis

Calls Rook "mi constelación" (constellation) because of all their freckles

His pet name for Emmrich might be "el cuidador de muerte" or simply "mi cuidador", meaning "the caretaker of death" or simply "my caretaker."

He also gives me just. Very poetic pet names once he's comfortable. The most romantic shit pours out of his mouth when he's been awake for 48 hours and no longer has any semblance of a filter. Very much a, "my moon, my stars," kind of man. Spite likes to tease him after but he's down just as bad. His nicknames for Emmrich and Rook are just...more colorful.

Taught Manfred to swear (on purpose)

Rook has trouble eating due to Trauma™️ and Emmrich is vegetarian, so this man is doing so many acts of service through his cooking. He has a whole soup pot dedicated to Rook that's constantly going to Rook can get food even when he's not around. Always keeping them well stocked on small, easy to grab things for when they're busy with their work.

He and Emmrich bake together, and he has definitely gotten lost looking at Emmrich's arms with no jewelry/accoutrements. and when his sleeves get rolled up?? This man is a goner.

Loves to dress his partners up. Emmrich has good style but Rook? He needs all the help he can get. And Lucanis is more than happy to oblige

"Let me kill for you. Please, let me kill for you."

Because Emmrich can hear Spite, you know the demon is flirting with him 24/7. The amount of explicit content the two of them have to sift through and summarize for Rook is enough to drive the plot of at least five of Varrick's smutty novels.

Rook

Taught Manfred to swear (on accident)

They're all touched-starved as hell, but Rook is the boldest at getting the touch they need. Will clamber into laps, wrap themselves bodily around arms, bump shoulders together as they're passing. Loves when he gets to be extra sneaky about it, like leaning over Emmrich's shoulder while he's sat and reading or tapping out an attack pattern on Lucanis' arm before entering combat.

Terrible cook but loves to watch Emmrich and Lucanis in the kitchen. There's a designated spot on the counter for them to sit. Kicks their feet whenever Lucanis lets them try a bite of whatever he's making.

Blushes super easily

Isn't the smoothest talker when it comes to flirting (easily flustered + afraid of being reckless with their words) --most of their charming lines come out that way because they just so genuinely mean whatever it is they're saying

Very much a "The most intimate thing I can call you is your name" kind of person (especially after tying themselves so heavily to a code name).

#1 clothing and jewelry thief. Will ask before taking any of Emmrich's grave-dowry, though. Loves when they wear jewelry meant for them specifically to steal off of them and make their own (rogues, am I right?)

You can pry purring Elves from my cold dead hands. Rook purrs and they purr loud.

Has a possessive streak

Lucanis and Emmrich are both their first relationship, so they do a lot of mirroring at the start. Copying their different affections, trying them out and testing to see what they like and what feels disingenuous.

They're all acts of service people but Rook. Rook. Very much the "use me until there is nothing left" mindset. Has some unhealthy thoughts about having to "earn" their affections that they're all working on unpacking together.

Perfect height for forehead kisses

NSFW ;)

Lucanis might have a little to unpack about masculinity (particularly in the bedroom) and the way they deal with that is by Emmrich talking Rook through dominating Lucanis

Rook is a sub but very versatile when it comes to topping vs bottoming; tell them what to do and they'll do it. So eager to please

Lucanis and Emmrich both get to be switches as a treat. Emmrich takes the more dominant role at first simply because Rook and Lucanis are inexperienced and awkward as hell. But once they get more settled, roles and dynamics switch very fluidly between them (especially with Spite egging Lucanis on to Dom That Old Man)

The communication here is fucking great. They are so fucking good about talking to each other and adjusting as they go. Rook in particular loves hearing consent checks pressed against their ear. And Emmrich? The first time Lucanis asks, "Am I doing right by you, cuidador?" he cums on the spot

Rook is an Elf, as established, and his ears are sensitive. Turns into putty the minute that Lucanis and Emmrich start kissing and playing with them.

Praise! Kinks!!! They all have 'em!! I don't make the rules!!

Lucanis and Emmrich have fun domming each other through Rook. Emmrich is also quite the voyeur and enjoys calling out ideas/suggestions when watching Rook and Lucanis have sex

Lucanis was like "meh" about choking (his only familiarity it with was as a murder method, and there are much better ways to kill someone), but the second he watches Rook choke Emmrich (with the hand wearing all of the jewelry Lucanis bought for Rook) he is a Changed Man™️

Lucanis also loves hand feeding his partners. Especially Emmrich. The man always looks so surprised and touched to receive such gentle, intimate care from his lover that Lucanis does it every chance he gets

Rook has a hand kink and an oral fixation. Someone's fingers are always in his mouth.

Rook becoming an anatomy model as Lucanis and Emmrich draw all over him. Mapping about bones, talking about the best place to apply pressure during interrogations to get someone to crack. Touching and teasing to watch Rook's muscles flex under their hands. They get to Rook's cock and have a debate about whether one's hand or mouth is better for a "quick death" and simply have to test each to see which is the most efficient.

Another anatomy one with some knife play. As a treat. Emmrich calling out body parts/muscle groups/specific bones and having Lucanis find them on Rook. Using the tip of a blade to very carefully trace the outline and having Emmrich come over to check the work. Emmrich healing anything misplaced and taking the knife to show Lucanis himself. Perhaps info-dumping about that area of the body (as yet another treat).

Rook being a huge fucking masochist and Lucanis being a little unsure at first, so Emmrich talks him through spanking Rook. Points out all the tells in Rook's body that show they're enjoying it, showing him the best ways to introduce pleasure beside the pain. Making Rook ask Lucanis for it. Lucanis becoming enamored with this sobbing, moaning creature begging for mercy by the end.

[sunnyskiestls]

Raika Hojo - Idol Story 1

(Two years after ES’ establishment. At a park near ES’ building)

Raika: Toryaa~☆

Ahem, it’s time to get tonight’s dinner, thaaank you ♪

W-What? Is that– A human…?

I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry–! I made a mistake. I was clumsily trying to capture something edible, like a pigeon, a cat, or even a dog– Not a human.

So with that being said, I’ll let onee-san go. I apologize deeply for the inconvenience~♪

Hmhm, oh, my stomach feels like it’s eating itself, it’s so empty… What should I do, I used up all of my remaining energy on attempting to capture my prey…

M– Mm, my stomach is too… Empty… I can’t move… Gh.

Hhm…? Eh… Candies? And you’re giving them to me?

Raika: I’m so very grateful! Wasshoi, wasshoi![1] Onee-san is truly a goddess~♪

Lick, lick ♪ Rooolling my tongue around it ♪ Eheee, it’s so sweeeet… ♪

But, what should I do? I have nothing to offer you to express my gratitude.

I was taught at the “facility”[2] to always return the kindness shown to me by others.

Nnh. For now, may I ask to know your name? I’ll remember it for later, to make it easier to repay the favor.

Uhum, Anzu? Anzu-oneesan, is that right? Okay, got it!

But I’m such a bird-brained type of person that I’d forget it after walking only three steps, so I’ll need to make a memo of it somewh–

H-hmhm?

Eh? Ahh, I should have told you my name first, shouldn’t I? Please excuse my flagrant disrespect! ♪

I am Raika Hojo, and I’m nothing more than filthy and stingy.

Ehhh, it sounds like “a dirty thief”? And that’s– That’s suspicious, is it…?

About that… That’s strange, here I thought I could disguise myself quite well.

Eh? My wording is a little strange, you say? Is that so? Really, really~?

Nn? You say, that aside, if I’m hungry, you’ll buy me a treat from the convenience store… Huh?

Eh, eh?! I’m wary when people are overly kind to me, as it’s strange, so…?

C- Certainly you don’t intend to capture and sell me off…?

Raika: I heard from Grandpa Sakuma once that, a long time ago, there was a place where people like me were captured and shown off…?

That’s not the case? You say you’ve heard about me through ES’ information?

Hahaaa~ And because Anzu-oneesan is a producer— She wants to be kind to me, as I’m an idol?

So that’s the case. Good, good… Well then, I shall take your word for it, ehehe~ And it’ll be a nice treat! ♪

Raika: Onee-san, onee-san, those steamed meat buns are really piquing my interest.

Look, they’re so warm, so soft, sooo fluffy… ♪

Ah but, I’m also interested in this pizza bun here. Is it pizza, or is it a bun? The mystery only deepens.

“If you’re interested in both, you can buy both”?

Thank you so very kindly, thank you! ♪

Uuuu… I feel like bursting into tears. This is the first time anyone has ever treated me with such kindness–

Nn?

What’s wrong, Anzu-oneesan? Your face seems devoid of color now…?

Ehhh? You’ve lost your wallet? “I can’t buy meat buns without money”, really…?

Ah! Is it possible, your wallet— Is it this one?

Raika: Ehehe. Good, so it was Anzu-oneesan’s wallet after all then, that’s a relief.

Now, you have the means to buy those meat buns! Those meat buns that I’ve been longing to enjoy for myself… (Drooling)

…? Eh, you want to know where I found this wallet?

“Did you pick it up somewhere?” I stole it from Anzu-oneesan’s pocket earlier, when we bumped into one another!

…? …? Eh, what? What’s with that look on your face? Are you angry?

Well, come to think of it, I was taught at the “facility” that it was a crime to steal others’ belongings, so…?

I- I’m so terribly sorry for this disrespect! I’ve returned your kindness with such a cruel gesture! A- Are you angry with me, Anzu-oneesan…?

Could it be that you’re no longer in the mood to be kind to someone like me…?

Eh? You say your wallet feels strangely swollen now?

Raika: Ahh, well I know that stealing is wrong. I thought I could cancel out the “bad thing” I did by doing a “good thing” that would outweigh it!

I decided to increase the contents of your wallet! ♪

So then, will this truly cancel out my stealing? Onee-san, you don’t hate me, do you…?

Ehehe. So then, as long as I promise that I won’t steal again, Anzu-oneesan will buy me the steamed meat buns that I want, as promised— Really?

Wowww ♪ I’m so happy, onee-san has such a strong sense of duty, doesn’t she?

Gh– hyaaaaaaaaaaaa?!

Kyuu… Please, don’t shout so suddenly! It’s startling…!

Eh? Centipedes, pill bugs, and bee larvae are spilling out of your wallet…?

Yes! That’s what I said, I increased the contents of your wallet!

I didn’t say that I made you more money, right?

Raika: Eh? No good? S- Seems like it’s rather easy to anger Anzu-oneesan…?

📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚📚

> [1] Wasshoi is similar to most English phrases of joyous exclamation, but none of them felt quite right to me. Feel free to interpret as anything from "woo-hoo" to "yippee"

> [2] "Facility" in this case is really only part of a word. The kanji used often refers to care homes for the elderly and similar such things, and can also be used in some spellings of orphanage. Raika is suggested to be adoptively related to the Sakuma family in this story, through context clues.

Thank you for reading!

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 3: A not-so-secret admirer.

Summary: Y/N meets Katsuki’s adorable side kick, Luna. This wouldn’t be a problem is Luna wouldn’t have a massive crush on Izuku and if Izuku wouldn’t be an oblivious idiot about it.

Y/N decides to help his roommate with the situation.

⚠️: Swear words, jealousy (don’t worry it’s not as bad as it sounds like)

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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“Did you like my figurine idea, Y/N?” Kirishima comes to your side. You swear his whole body screams ‘please, praise me!’ and if Kirishima would have a tail it would wiggle in the air right now.

“The what?”

Kirishima makes a sad pout as he pulls you towards the secret entrance and closes the bookshelf then turns Deku’s figurine to the side and the bookshelf opens up again.

“The secret door opens with Katsuki’s figurine on his side and with Zuku’s on the other.” He says proudly while Katsuki makes a gagging sound in the background.

“It’s so fucking cheesy. I can’t believe I let you do that.” Katsuki mutters ashamedly.

“Says the guy who insisted to have a secret entrance to Izuku’s office from ‘his’ agency which is supposed to be separate from Shitty Deku’s.” Kirishima mutters to himself as he stares at the blonde with pure judgment.

“I already told you, the door is for me to make sure the fucker goes home and doesn’t sleep on his shitty sofa!” Katsuki yells. “We share a few team members to save some money on the wages, but my agency is my fucking own!” Katsuki’s face is about to explode when the door opens again; this time it’s a shorter, absolutely adorable lady, a few years younger than the rest of the gang. Her hero costume has a Lolita style to it; she’s wearing a baby pink frilly dress, massive platforms, also in baby pink and her hair is in two ponytails. Her make up skills are absolutely amazing; it’s super glittery and they highlight her lavender eyes just the right amount. You are not really sure how good of an idea it is to wear a light color to the battlefield and you are quite sure the frills are a pain in the ass to wash, but who are you to judge?

Well, technically, you have all the rights to judge as you are the one cleaning Izuku’s blood soaked uniforms, but maybe it’s better to ask her for tips than shun her for her terrible life-choices.

“What do you want, candy floss face.” Katsuki mutters, already annoyed with her existence in the office.

“My hero name is Pink Cloud, sir.” The lady smiles, not even offended by her boss not knowing her name.

“I know what your fucking name is, I hired you.” Katsuki mutters with a straight face. The two have a staring contest before Pink Cloud decides to let the other blonde win.

“And I’m forever thankful for that, sir.” She smiles and looks at Deku. Not at you. Not at Kirishima. Just Izuku. Your stomach turns in a really uncomfortable way at that; you really don’t need to be a genius to know that look she sports on her face.

This lady must have a massive huge crush on Izuku; she blushes right away and waves like a silly little fangirl; she even dares to come close to the hero and TOUCH HIS SWOLLEN LIPS, right in front of you.

Your blood boils. You are just about to say something inappropriate when Izuku moves away from the girl, clearly not enjoying her sudden closeness.

“Excuse my rudeness but… have you been in a fight? Do you need a healing chapstick? I always have one with me!” The lady starts to rummage in her bag and you take a deep breath; one so loud and dramatic the whole room stares at you in unison; Katsuki with a shit eating grin, Kirishima with nothing but sympathy while Izuku stares at you two like a confused, newborn lamb.

Izuku has zero idea about this girl crushing on him. No fucking idea.

Oh boy. You really don’t like this.

“I’m okay, Luna-Chan, I haven’t been in a fight.” Izuku mutters sheepishly. “I hope your international hero license exams are going well!”

“I’m almost done with them!” The girl grins happily. “Thank you for all your help! I wouldn’t have been able to get through it without you.”

Your existence is completely ignored. You are not a big fan of that.

“Khm… that’s so nice of you, Izuku.” You mutter under your nose, your gaze probably murderous at this point. The blonde lady makes a sudden gawking noise like she literally just realized you are in the room which makes your facial expression even more irritated, but the green eyed monster is gone as the lady jumps into your arms to hug you, like she’s meeting an old friend.

“Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you! You must be Deku’s roommate, Sweet Pea! I heard so much about you! I’m Luna! I’m Dynamight’s new side kick! You probably haven’t heard of me because I’m quite new and Mr. Boss insisted for me to train for a few months before I ‘show my ugly face’ to the media, so…”

“I said unbearable, not ugly. It’s two different things.” Katsuki retorts. “Stop telling fucking lies, I don’t want the fucking HR to be in my ass for no fucking reason.”

“You are not ugly, Luna-Chan!” Izuku agrees and you really want to smack him in the face right now. “It’s always a pleasure to see you around the common areas!”

Needless to say, the girl blushes right away. “Thank you! You aren’t bad to look at either! I loved your new Instagram picture with the glasses! Super cute!”

Nope. Fuck this shit. You are out.

“I’m going to the toilet. You have fun.” You try your best to smile as you make your way towards… something. You genuinely have no idea where you are but you are quite sure this is not the way to the toilet and this is also Katsuki’s side of the building so you have no idea what leads where.

“Nooo, I wanted to ask her about her really cute hoodie!” The girl whines. You stop in your steps and you do something you really shouldn’t; you eavesdrop.

“It’s my hoodie. Sadly, it’s not available anymore, it was one of my first designs when I started and this one is actually a prototype, the one on sale is a little bit different.” Izuku goes on his usual rant. “We were in a hurry this morning and this was the first thing she could find in my drawer…”

“Your drawer?” Pink Cloud’s voice wavers.

“Yeah.” Izuku says, clearly confused by why is that such a big thing.

Okay, now you feel terrible for this poor girl. She clearly did not mean any harm and it’s not like you can be mad at her for having a crush on Izuku, the walking fucking green flag. She’s also extremely touchy in general, she jumped into your arms without even saying a proper hi. Obviously that doesn’t help with the fact that she definitely has the hots for your roommate and that somehow she’s the only person in this bloody agency who missed out on the news that Izuku is already pining over someone else so her efforts will be fruitless.

You really need to stop being so silly about this whole situation; Pro Hero Deku has countless of fangirls, probably half of the population has a crush on him anyway and this girl is really just one of those fanatics; this sounds quite ridiculous coming out of your mouth as you also started as one of them but there is a massive difference between you two; this girl clearly knows Deku as the pro hero, the symbol of peace, the perfect example of a good boy, but then here’s you, who knows the nerd Izuku who’s dramatic and indecisive, who can’t cook even if his life depends on it, and if that’s not enough, he has the terrible habit of neglecting his own needs for the sake of others, but you love him with all his flaws and all his silliness. It’s two different things even if it probably feels the same for the girl.

You know you should just leave it as it is and trust Izuku to handle this situation on his own, but you feel a little bit bad for the poor girl so you decide to take the matter into your own hands.

You make your way back into the office, not even knocking before you barge back in.

“Hey, Izu, I feel like a need some fresh air, you coming?” You mutter and Izuku looks at you with his adorably confused face so Katsuki decides to help.

“Okay, all of you fuckers, get out of my fucking office. Right now!” Katsuki yells and slams his hands on his desk for good measure. “Ei, show Cotton Candy face that move you two were talking about the other day!”

“Ei?” Luna looks around if there’s another person in the room. She gets even more confused when she sees no one.

“That’s me.” Kirishima grins and pulls the girl with him. “The roof is on the left hand side, straight up the stairs!” He winks at you two and you make your way up the stairs right away.

“You are scaring me.” Izuku mutters behind you; his legs are long enough to take back the lead but he doesn’t; he just runs after you, keeping up with your own pace perfectly. You were such an idiot for doubting this man for even a second. If you would ask him to prove his love by running around in his agency stark naked he would probably do it for you.

You finally reach the door to the roof. Izuku puts his finger on the sensor; is there anything in this building that isn’t secured?!; then makes his way towards the edge and sits down like you two are not up in the fucking sky right now.

“Izuku, move your ass back to safety, I want to ask you something.” You look at the hero with a tiny pout on your face; Izuku looks terrified for a second then he looks down, probably considering if he can skip this conversation if he jumps off the roof right now.

Well, this sounds really dramatic but we are talking about Deku who once almost jumped into an active volcano in Indonesia because he thought he heard someone crying but it was just the lava sizzling on the rocks. He also never uses the main door when he goes to work, just jumps off the edge of your roof garden and poof, he’s gone. So yeah, jumping off the roof is a legit option for the greenette right now.

Thankfully, he decides not to run away; he makes his way back to your side with his eyes downcast and ready to be reprimanded, even if he has no idea why. He’s so precious, Goddammit.

“Izuku, look… this might be shocking for your pure little soul but do you know… that Luna-chan has a crush on you and is trying her best to get into your pants?”

“What?” Izuku stares at you like that cat in that one meme where the reporter asks him if he knows he’s a cat. You really have to try hard to not laugh at his utterly confused face right now. “She’s too young to even think about… pants, Sweet Pea, I’m quite sure she’s around fifteen.”

Okay, scratch that. You are just about laugh in his face and you feel zero remorse about it.

“Izu, she’s an official side kick. She must be at least 18 to be able to do that.”

“No way.” Izuku looks like you like just told him that Santa doesn’t exist. It actually seems like Izuku.exe has completely stopped working because the guy’s eyes are dead right now. “I… need to talk to her. Right now.”

… and he jumps off the roof. Well, you guess you can go back to Katsuki’s office alone then.

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By the time you manage to make your way down the fucking stairs - the elevator only works with fingerprints so you had to go down by foot again - there is chaos in Katsuki’s office. Kirishima’s ears are pushed into the bookshelf, trying his best to hear the conversation on the other side while Katsuki hisses profanities into his ear about being a nosy fuck. When Eijrou sees you standing in the doorway he waves you over with a cheeky smile on his face which disappears right away when Katsuki karate chops him in the nape; Katsuki hisses from the pain as the side of his palm hits Kirishima’s hardened hair.

“Fuck’s sake, sit the fuck down.” The blonde sighs and takes his phone out of his pocket. He taps a few times on it and puts the device down on the table, the volume set to minimal. Kirishima looks at Katsuki incredulously.

“You bugged your best friend’s office?!”

“He’s not my best friend. And it’s for emergencies. This is an emergency.” He mutters with a red face. You have no idea what to say to that, honestly. You are not really surprised. These two are so ridiculously overprotective of each other you wouldn’t be surprised to find the same device in Katsuki’s office, hidden somewhere behind the massive framed poster of Katsuki and All Might.

“… Yeah, it’s kinda true? I guess? I’m sorry if that’s…”

“… I know you did not mean any harm and I’m not here to reprimand you or ridicule you for this, there is no problem with you whatsoever for feeling that way so please, don’t take this in the wrong way but… ahh, how to say this… I already found my other half. My heart has been taken for months now.” Your breath hitches as you hear Izuku’s voice coming out of the speaker, loud and clear. There is no hesitation in his voice, not even a tiny waver of anxiety. This is pro hero Deku’s voice, not Izuku’s. “This person is everything I always wanted so I’m sorry for not realizing your feelings sooner but I literally can not see another human being that way anymore hence why I missed all the signs. I really want to say something like ‘keep your chin up it might change eventually’ but that would be a lie and I hate lying; Luna-chan, I think she’s the one.” Finally, Izuku’s real voice appears but you are too busy trying to hide your tears from the two men sitting on your two sides to actually react to it.

Why are you even trying to hide your tears, you have no idea; Eijirou is literally bawling his eyes out next to you. Katsuki just looks dead and if you wouldn’t know him better you would say he looks nonchalant but after all these months you are more than sure he’s having a full on conversation with himself inside that thick skull of his.

“How do you know the difference between a crush and true love?” A heartbroken, tiny voice comes over the speaker and you really need to calm yourself down to not run over and hug the shit out of the poor Cotton Candy girl.

“Crush is more of a surface thing if you ask me. You like the person and you like the way they act when they are in front of you but you don’t like them for who they are in real life; you don’t know this person well enough, you don’t know their dark side, the thoughts they’re having when they are alone… you like the way they look, you like their scent but it’s not like you can’t live without those things. When you get to know a person, there are a few things that will disappoint you; maybe it’s the way they snore, the way they walk, the way they smell after a long day of work but all of that doesn’t matter when you are in love with them. You get to love all those flaws and then one day you realize you can’t live without them; breathing gets easier when they are around, your chest feels lighter when you sit next to them… even the smallest thing they do make you want to come closer, like the red string of faith is trying to merge you into one human being instead of two different ones. It’s suffocating sometimes but in the best way possible.” You can hear Izuku’s smile as he finishes the sentence. “This is obviously an overexaggeration and these feelings do calm down eventually, but I’m not there yet; if this person would ask me to bring down the fucking starts for them, I would bring them all down one by one and make a string light out of them… okay, that’s physically impossible with the sheer size of the stars, but you know what I mean. I don’t think I can live without this person anymore. I feel like I would drop dead right away if that would ever happen.”

Your brain is in overdrive. Katsuki is actually about the gag at this point. Kirishima stopped crying now and he just stares at Katsuki with lovesick eyes.

“You know you can just say ‘Sweet Pea’ instead of ‘this person’, right?” The girl perks up suddenly. “So you two are a thing? She’s really cute by the way.”

Izuku stutters and you freeze; fuck, you didn’t talk about this yet… oh my god, this must be so awkward for him right now…

“Yeah, we are a thing. A really good thing.” Izuku giggles and by the sound of it, he moves closer to the microphone.

“Oh my god, I can see how much you want to go back to her, I can’t believe I missed the signs. I need to be more vigilant from now on, I don’t want to be dumb blonde of the agency!” Luna laughs and her voice gets quieter; she probably just moved to the other side of the room. “I need to finish my assignment before I clock out. See you around, Deku!” The door opens then closes. Izuku sighs. Katsuki turns off the app in a matter of seconds, opens up a chat instead and clicks on the first picture in there. When the secret door opens he shoves the screen into Kirishima’s face.

“Okay, stop laughing that hard, it’s really not that funny.” He rolls his eyes; oh my god, is he pretending that you all have red eyes because of a funny meme?! This is hilarious. And what’s more hilarious is that Izuku doesn’t even question it.

“Ready to go Home? I’ll give you a proper office tour next time.” Izuku’s hand reaches out for you and you don’t hesitate to take it.

“Yeah.” You mumble as you entwine your fingers with his and leave the agency after saying goodbye to the two on the sofa.

~•🥦•~

“So…” Izuku speaks up the first time since you two got home.

There is a weird awkward silence between you two. It’s not an uncomfortable one per se; it’s more like a ‘I want to say something but you might hate me for it’ kinda silence.

“You know… uhm… Katsuki has a bug in your office, right?” You stutter out, all in one go. Izuku stares at you for a few moments then sighs.

“Yup.”

“… and you also have one in his office, for ‘emergencies.’” Well, that’s a guess, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“Yup.” Izuku says nonchalantly and jumps into his next sentence. “You know, I feel really bad for Luna-chan.” He admits with a blush on his face.

“She’s probably crying into her fluffy pink pillow right now.” You add helpfully; you can’t lie and say you weren’t about to say the same.

“So…”

“I’ll make dinner, you call her over.” You jump off the sofa and make your way straight to the kitchen.

“I love you.” Izuku says with his phone already glued to his ears.

“I love you too, please tidy the table for me!” You yell after him and just like that, everything goes back to normal.

Well, your kind of normal. The perfect kind.

“Yes, sir!”

~•🥦•~

The day after:

Shitty Deku’s group chat

Katsuki: What have you done to Cotton Candy Face?!

Shitty Deku: We asked her over for dinner, why?

Katsuki: WHY THE FUCK would you do that for?!

Kirishima: I’m like 100% sure she’s crushing on Y/N right now. She just changed her background to a picture of you two. I’m usually a chill guy, but that’s a little bit concerning.

Katsuki: Maybe her kink is to be the third wheel.

Shitty Deku: What have I done

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro, I wrote 95% of this chapter in one sitting. I have no idea how I managed that but here we are, almost on time 😂 Don’t get used to it.

- Luna won’t appear again (well, she might, but only for the joke) and she means no harm so in case you think I’m brewing some weird-ass love triangle, hell no.

- I love how Izuku and the reader are on the same wavelength. They are perfect for each other 😭

- I actually wanted to finish the agency tour with a heated making out on the agency roof but Luna was like “Might as well stir some shit up” so I’m sorry for that.

- The next chapter will also have a bit of angst in it due to a miscommunication but as you know, I love my babies happy and content so don’t worry about too much!

- If there’s anything you want to see in this story, please let me know ASAP before I start the main plot of the second season! Once I start that there’s no way back so this is your time to shine and give me more chapter ideas and make sure this series never ends! 😂

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated as always! Any thoughts? Let me know! 🥦

TL: @garfieldthomas @porusuniverse @stickygumchewer @sixxze @mily-moo @aei-sedai-moiraine @aymasakusa @kastuari @kenzie-deadly @shiviwrites07 @lukerycyja-reblogs @cloroxisadelectabletreat @coffeent @kisskissshutmydoor @bobcar1 @yazminetrahan @cringefan @ronimacaroni77 @thekookiecorner @dangerousluv1 @emperatris-rinaka @shotos-angelic-whore @angelsdemonsmonsters @norvacaine @rei165 @unofficialmuilover @yao-ai

[mellowquint]

Fanbinding Masters of Mayhem - a Ninjago and Lego Monkie kid crossover!!!

FINALLY after weeks of putting the project on the shelf i finally have the (motivation) free time to complete this amazing bookbind!!! Shoutout to my best friend who came to me and ask if i could bind it. So what better birthday gift than to bind her current favourite crossover story? At the time of this post i have not given the gift to her yet so fingers crossed that she likes this ��😖

Thank you FictionForLife_NZ for creating this absolute hilarious masterpiece!! I have been wanting to read an LMK crossover fic for the longest time and low and behold, the ao3 algorithm has answered my prayers lol. Me and best friend really love the character interaction that the Ninja’s have with the LMK crew 😂. Also the shipping!! Best friend absolutely LOVES dragonfruit but was sad that they didn’t have as much of a fandom dedication as opposed to spicynoodles. So imagine her suprised (and scream) that dragonfruit is the main pairing in the story and their many iconic moments together!! Also the climax truly had me at the edge of my seat!! And that ending?? Gosh couldn’t have asked it better myself Ninjago writers really should take notes ✍️!!! Anyways enough rambling here’s the fic if you would like to give a read, absolute 10/10

Flip through

Some close ups

also yes excuse me and my terrible phone and room lighting it did not do this book justice.

Unfortunately I couldn’t find any fanart that was related/tagged so there was no illustrations for the book. However thats when i had the idea of making the chapter title in the same font as the Ninjago font! To make it seem like every new chapter is an episode!

Also unfortunately couldn’t tag the author since i can’t find their tumblr. If any of you know if said author does have tumblr please let me know!

If you’re all curious on how i make this, i recommend going to the first bookbinding project that i did, its all the same process except with some new improvements that im gonna talk about under the cut

I definitely learned a lot from my mistakes from the last time that i did this, and of course gain new mistakes as well 🥲.

The edges aren’t trimmed

The cover isn’t aligned

The printing for the covers are garbage

Book would not lay flat, instead forever stuck at a weird 120 degree angle

Overall a lot of stuff

This was a given by the fact that i have no experience and was impatient. But since this is a gift for Best Friend ofc this has to actually look good, so here are the improvements that i made

Signature printing— i will admit it took some time and effort but after the old cannon printer finally died permanently jammed, managed to convince parents to buy a more advanced and better printer that can now do double sided printing!! No more wasted signatures from here on out 😮‍💨

Cover printing — not wanting a repeat of the last time that i did it i went to my local Officeworks to get it printed by them. Here i discovered the beauty that is known as ✨Poster Prints✨. Now all of my yellow lines and elements actually do show an pop against the darker background!! Unfortunately this does have a drawback because the prints are sensitive to any type of scratching. Not the scratch and all the colors come off way, more like the scratch it and lines will show up kind of way as you can really see in the front cover :') . Will work on improving this is future projects.

Trimming the edges — originally in book one i trimmed the edges using your typical box cutter and cut it myself. Bad BAD idea i was doomed at that moment. So imagine my surprise the Officeworks ALSO do CUTTING service!!! My jaw dropped and i immediately went back the next day with my text block and asked them if they could trim all edges. After some inspection they put it through the guillotine and all of my edges are perfectly trimmed. Saved me all the time, money, and storage.

Laying book flat — this was definitely the biggest pet peeve that I have with my first book. The way i do it now is i now put a one cm gap between the front cover, side cover and back cover. And also using the right paper (cardstock) to connect the text block with the covers. Now the book can actually fully open!!!

Cover alignment — I printed out the front and back in regular paper and use that as a template on where i wanna fold the prints to find the cover. Worked like a charm

once again shoutout to best friend for giving me the brilliant idea when making the covers!! had it not been for her to point out about clause's book of spells i would have never made the coolest cover page that I've made in my entire binding experience!! all in all im pretty dang proud of myself for being able to improve on my bookbinding skill.

[keelywolfe]

Just because a twitter chat got me thinking that as hilarious as Crowley is in the pub scene, it's funnier to think Aziraphale would truly be the jealous one. Crowley is more amused by humans trying to chat him or the angel up, what does he care, what, after 6000 years one of them is suddenly going to fall for a bad pickup line or a free drink? Aziraphale just has a possessive side and if he were the one to catch someone in his seat at the bar, I can just hear him in that ice-cold voice he can get:

“I beg your pardon, you appear to be in my seat.”

Crowley glanced up at him and his visible amusement did not soothe any of Aziraphale's irritation. “Hey, angel, this is Roy. He’s—“

“Mm, yes, I’m sure he is. My seat, please.”

The urge to miracle a catastrophic failure to the integrity of Roy’s Pilsner glass was itching at Aziraphale’s fingertips. He was almost disappointed when he showed an unexpected good sense and stood up, drink in hand. “Well. It was lovely chatting.”

Crowley gave him a wide smile with an unnecessary amount of teeth. “Right. Anytime.”

Aziraphale stared at Roy with half-closed eyes and a tight-lipped smile that said anytime should be as close to never as humanly possible.

In a show of remarkably poor survival instinct, Roy gestured to the table as he stood at a scrap of paper Aziraphale hadn’t noticed as his full attention had been on glaring at their uninvited guest. “You’ve got my number. Give us a call, anytime.”

Perhaps it was the increase in heat of Aziraphale’s stare that had Roy making a hasty retreat. Aziraphale stalked to his side of the table and sat in his, HIS chair with enough force that the wood groaned ominously.

Crowley propped his chin on one hand, a truly unholy amount of glee visible in his eyes even through the dark tint of his glasses. “Happy now, angel?”

“Not as much as you,” Aziraphale hissed. He took a sullen sip of his drink, hardly able to appreciate the crisp dryness of the sherry.

The way Crowley pressed a hand to his chest in a mocking gesture of offense did nothing to improve his mood. Honestly, what had started as a lovely outing had quickly became a rather unpleasant affair. He was tempted to simply leave in a huff and realized unhappily that he wasn’t entirely certain Crowley would follow him. He might stay just to be contrary, leave Aziraphale waiting by the car while he sat and finished his drink and perhaps someone, perhaps that Roy would come back and sit himself across from Crowley again and—

“Angel.” That single word broke through his wildly spiraling thoughts. There was amusement, yes, but also a certain well-known and well-loved tenderness couched in that single word that had always held more weight than a simple description. “I’d bet you’ve no idea how gorgeous you are when you’re terribly jealous.”

“I’m not…I would never…” Aziraphale sputtered. He gulped down the rest of his drink, terribly uncouth, but it was the only way to cover his floundering. After a hasty gathering of his thoughts, he set his glass firmly down and said with equal firmness, “I was not jealous, I was simply irritated at that terrible person’s manners.”

“Irritated.” Crowley repeated, one side of his mouth rising, widening his smirk.

“Yes,” Aziraphale agreed stoutly. “I was not jealous. Jealousy implies that I don’t trust you and I like to think I’ve been successful in establishing otherwise. I trust you and I have done for some time now, there is no reason or excuse for any jealousy.”

The amusement coloring Crowley’s expression began softening before Aziraphale was halfway through his little speech and by the time he was finished, it was fully transformed to fondness and. And love, Aziraphale could call it that now, if he wanted. He could, he was allowed, there was no one who could stop him.

“Not a doubt in my mind that you trust me,” Crowley said simply. That tight little knot that had formed in Aziraphale’s chest the very moment he’d seen that man in his seat unraveled, easing an ache he’d hardly realized was there. “The rest of the world, now,” Crowley continued, tossing back the last of his drink, “That lot can’t be trusted in the slightest.”

Aziraphale didn’t think Crowley was entirely right about that but a glance around the pub revealed entirely too many looks being sent Crowley’s way and also a somewhat astonishing, and disconcerting, amount being cast his as well.

Crowley shifted in his seat, preparing to stand, “Another drink, angel?”

“No!” Aziraphale blurted and snatched hold of Crowley’s hand. They weren’t quite accustomed to such gestures yet, enough that he could feel Crowley’s surprise in his grip, and also his pleasure. “No. Not yet. Please. Let’s just sit for a while, can we?”

Silly, really, he could use a miracle to keep Crowley’s chair empty while he was at the bar. But he knew full well it wouldn’t stop a very determined human and simply the thought of another person trying to toss their hat into his and Crowley’s very private ring made him feel cross.

The hand in his own, cool and soft, despite his demonic nature Crowley always felt soothingly cool, tightened, fingers lacing between his own.

“Anything you want, angel.” A thumb skirted over Aziraphale’s knuckles, back and forth, and he didn’t bother holding back his pleased sigh. “Anything at all.”

No one noticed a tiny scrap of paper in the middle of their table igniting and turning to a curl of ash, and even if they had, not a one of them would have known it wasn't the demon's doing.

[14thcommander]

PLEASE, HIDE ME || HANGE ZOE X READER

cw: angst, sadness, hurt comfort | a/n: this one was very personal to write, and just something i wanted to get out of my chest… hope you like it x

The sun was setting on the other side of town, bathing the streets in an orange haze. It was a warm day — unusual for this time of the year.

The walk home wasn’t dreadful, however it wasn’t joyful either — everything felt numb, as if the heat blasting against concrete was nothing but an inconvenience.

Your day wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible either. Everything was supposed to be fine.

Although, you did have to name five things you could see, four things you could feel, three things you could smell.

Hange had left work earlier.

They frown, looking at their phone briefly, while they wait for the light to turn green and allow them to follow their way home — you hadn’t texted them in hours: no tiktok links, no selfies, nothing at all.

Radio silence.

The light turns green, and somebody behind them honks. With their hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, Hange mutters a curse word.

Their chest fills with worry, and they hope it doesn’t mean the worst. After all, wednesdays shouldn’t mean anything bad, they shouldn’t worry that much.

-

Your shoes aren’t placed near the entry of your shared apartment, which is enough of a clue to startle Zöe. They call your name, being met with nothing but the soft hum of the air conditioner and whatever television show rerun you were watching.

They knock before entering the bedroom — which may sound stupid, but it’s almost like Hange could feel your sulking from the door: with a sniff, you turn your head towards the sound and softly say:

“Come in”

And they do: soft brown eyes scanning the room, as if the big bad monster of sadness would be hiding in plain sight. The walls are still a beige color, the curtains are drawn and the room is washed in a soft blue halo coming from the television.

You are underneath the covers, and even from afar, Hange can tell your eyes are puffy from crying. Your bloodshot gaze isn’t enough to sustain their eye contact.

“Angel…” They mumble the words, their favorite nickname for you, given the fact your partner truly believes you are a gift sent from the heavens above. “May I join you?”

Wordlessly, you nod.

Your lover takes their shoes off, leaving them right next to your discarded pair. Their jacket is also forgotten, thrown over a nearby chair — they remember when you insisted the vintage furniture would look amazing in your shared apartment, and they’re glad they heard you. It does look really good.

Hange crawls towards you, excusing themself underneath your protection of soft covers. Their forehead is almost touching yours, and their Roman nose softly brushes against your skin. Still, they keep their hands to themself.

“Am I allowed to put my hands around you?”

They aren’t aware of what they had done specifically, however your eyes bloom with tears, which rapidly run down your face.

“Yeah” Is all you can offer them, a weak consent. Voice barely above a whisper, as your shell of a body lays with your lover.

Hange’s arms snake carefully around your body, gentle palms pressed against the small of your back, as they pull you closer. Your skin is warm, but damp: you probably showered as soon as you got home, due to the heat.

“It’s okay, you’re alright.” They whisper against the shell of your ear, warm breath fanning against your skin. “I got you, you’re safe.”

I got you.

You’re safe.

The words echo in your brain, as you sob harder against your lover’s chest. They are almost cradling you, making themself your sanctuary.

Their words aren’t simple sweet nothings. They are promises, the anthem of their undying love for you. Whatever has happened, they will fix it for you: whoever hurt you will feel the wrath of their love and the frightening of their care.

Silence falls over the room, like the gentle touch of a loveful God. It’s already dark outside, and the now mute television is all you have separating you from complete darkness.

As the floodgates of your tears shut, and the feeling of hopelessness has already grinded itself to dust against your teeth, you look up at Hange.

“How are you, poookie?”

The ridiculous nickname almost earns a snort from you. You feel warmth washing over your heart at their words, careful and well intended. You nuzzle your head against the crook of their neck, bringing them closer.

“Better now.”

[kitausuret]

well now I'm on a roll so I'm gonna keep going lol

re: my last post I guess

It is actually pretty fucked up how so many WOC in Spidey comics get just like! Fucked over! Especially when it comes to being love interests! Which isn't like an outlier because love interests are very common in Spider-Man comics -- it comes with the territory of "the best stories in Spidey could be a soap opera plot".

The most egregious example is obviously Sha Shan. Yes, she is a product of her time but let's be real, the White Savior stuff is just cringeworthingly bad. Do I get why she and Flash and their relationship are written the way they are? Do I recognize that in some ways Flash was just trying to repay her for her having saved his life in Vietnam? Yes to both, but there's really no excuse for the way their relationship just imploded in the 80s. Why couldn't they just have a normal breakup. Marvel, please. And of course she's been mostly shelved since then.

Next we have Glory Grant. Does she ever become Peter's love interest? No, but around the time of Inferno she does get into a pretty serious relationship with Eduardo Lobo. It's complicated (he's a mutant/werewolf, also organized crime shenanigans) but she loves him! And she's a huge romantic! She wants to be swept off her feet! Eduardo is dashing and adores her and guess what happens. She accidentally kills him while meaning to shoot Spider-Man.

And then there's her relationship with Randy -- I never understood why they got together tbh. To me it always felt like Mackie just stuck them together because he wanted to do something with Randy post-divorce without actually considering either of their personalities or compatibility. But at least she had a normal relationship I guess.

And after that, nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. How do I know? Because I read every single one of her appearances.

MOVING ON.

We get to Miss Arrow, who was actually Ero, an aspect of The Other. (Don't worry about it.) Anyways, while she was not actually a Human Being, she did take on the appearance of a woman of color, so when it turns out she's been manipulating Flash the whole time she was pursuing him and she's going to forcibly impregnate him? (yeah, really, that was the plot.) Like, oh, okay. I guess here we are. But we can't get any worse, right?

WRONG.

Enter the impeccable and stunning and beautiful and gorgeous and perfect Lily Hollister. (I am very normal about her.) She's introduced as Harry Osborn's latest squeeze. While the narrative initially tries to paint Harry as some kind of playboy (lol. lmao, even) it's clear he's REALLY into her. Or at least he thinks he is. We can dissect the comphet another day. But, lo and behold, it turns out a good chunk of her motivation for sticking around was because she's secretly Malice! AKA a supervillain!

That's the worst it got though, right? WRONG.

Then there was the whole subplot where it's revealed Lily slept with Norman Osborn, she's pregnant with probably-Norman's-child, blah blah blah I don't wanna talk about American Son. There's a bit of a course correction in Origin of the Species but let's not pretend she didn't get royally fucked over by the narrative. And she STILL hasn't recovered. (The whitewashing is terrible in many comics.)

Since then I honestly can't think of any WOC love interests in Spidey that have had any kind of prominence. Even on the symbiote side, we have (checks notes) Manuela Calderon, who hasn't appeared since Conway's Carnage series, even though Vicki Montesi has been around. Flash's latest paramour is Aria, who I love, but she doesn't even have a last name! We don't know anything about her! Yes I want to write half a dozen fics about her anyways but LET'S GET SOME CHARACTERIZATION!!!!!!

So many of these wonderful gals we don't get to know things about them - what are their life goals; their hobbies; their dreams and desires.

Of these, Glory is the best developed, but she's also been around since the 70s. I would argue that the fact that she's not a love interest most of the time has meant she occasionally gets development. But we should be able to have both! Women like Betty, Liz, obviously Mary Jane and Felicia, all get a chance in the spotlight. No, it's not consistent, and yes their stories have issues as well, but at least they have stories. We get to see them in love and heartbreak, often in great detail!

The Spidey office can and should do better by its ladies of all colors -- and not just relegate them to "sacrifice" or "surprise supervillain"!

[akariarda]

Redemption(Part3)-I don't hate you

PART 2

Fixed things that made Misako not very popular in the ninjago fandom. Above all she only has eyes for Garmadon.

Thanks @mysticmiracledefender 's friend for the request. I hope you are satisfied with the work!!

"Lloyd." Misako called out as she entered her son's room.

"Yes?" Lloyd asked, turning to her.

"Can we talk?" Misako asked uncertainly.

"Of course, Mom." Lloyd said and gestured for her to sit next to him on the bed.

'Mom.' That name sounded funny to her after remembering what she needed to discuss with Lloyd.

"Are you okay?" Lloyd asked cautiously as he studied her behavior more closely.

An uncertain look, slightly trembling lips. Eyes that looked far away, as if in another world. Hands that tightly held the sheets.

"No." Misako said and silently shook her head. "I wanted to talk to you about..."

"About what?" Lloyd asked curiously. "About Darkley's." Misako said, and it seemed to Lloyd as if all the color drained from her face.

"I'm sorry." Misako said and sighed.

"I know, or rather, I don't know how terrible it was for you there..." Her shoulders hunched, something Lloyd had never seen before.

"Then why did you send me there?" Lloyd glared sharply.

He didn’t feel anger; he just wanted to know why. From the look on his mother's face, he could tell she thought he was angry.

"You will never see the reasons I had..." Misako sighed wearily and grasped her head.

"That’s not an answer." Lloyd said quietly.

"Oh, you know yourself." Misako looked at him sadly. "I knew you would be the Green Ninja. I didn't want you to fight with your father.

Darkley's is where he could protect you, and you wouldn’t have to fight against each other.

I also thought they would respect you since you are Garmadon’s son. I went on an expedition that was supposed to last a few months. But months soon became years due to complications...

I couldn't leave you with Wu. Not for training, and for something else, but I can’t tell you that."

"You really can’t tell me?" Lloyd asked with wide eyes.

"For some reason, I thought he was a bad teacher. But then I saw him that day in the museum with the ninjas... and you."

Misako rested her hand on her head.

"What happened then?" Lloyd felt a surge of anger.

"Well, you know, I finished my journey and came back for you, and you weren’t at Darkley's." Misako said sadly.

"But then I sent a letter to Wu; I didn't know the monastery had burned down... And that’s when I met you."

"I received a few letters from you." Lloyd said with a smile. "I read them every night, so no one would see. But why only six in all those years?"

"Six?" Misako frowned. "I suppose not all of them made it to you."

"Well." Lloyd shrugged uncertainly.

"I'm sorry, Lloyd. I know I'm just making excuses." Misako said quietly. "Whatever you think, please be sure that you mean the most to me in the world.

And that letting you go was truly the hardest thing I've ever done."

"I know." Lloyd said with tear-filled eyes and hugged her.

Misako was surprised for a moment, then hugged him back.

"I'm sorry." Misako said and caressed his head. "You have every right to hate me."

"I don’t hate you." Lloyd said softly. "I love you. I already forgave you a long time ago, but now it's complete. For both you and Dad. I want us to be a family."

"On who are you such a good boy?" Misako asked irritably and kissed him on the forehead.

"Not Dad." Lloyd said and smiled. "You?"

"Oh no." Misako said and mischievously smiled. "Although you weren't exactly the best when you were little..."

"I can't really remember that." Lloyd said sadly. "You said you left me when I was almost six."

"Maybe because you didn’t fully forgive me. Or us." Misako pondered. "Or they did something to you at Darkley's."

"I really forgave you!" Lloyd insisted. "I believe you." Misako said, unable to resist to hug him again. "Maybe everything will come with time."

"I hope so." Lloyd sighed. "I really want to remember."

"And I want you to remember." Misako said, handing him a picture of him as a baby.

"This is me?" Lloyd asked with wide eyes. "You and Dad! You look... different! So happy."

"I know." Misako smiled happily and took his hands. "If you want to come, I have a lot more of your things."

"Okay." Lloyd smiled.

"Just, Mom?" Lloyd said, and Misako turned to him.

"You know why I was angry with you when we first met."

"Because I was absent for half your life." Misako said, looking at Lloyd in confusion. Wasn’t it obvious?

"Well, yes... But after that." Lloyd nervously scratched his head. He didn’t know how to tell her.

"Why?" Misako asked, confused. "Because of your relationship with Wu." Lloyd spoke up.

"I thought you were flirting..But then I saw that you were the same way even when Dad was there."

Misako turned completely red.

"I told him a few things I shouldn't have while I was angry at Garmadon. But besides that, we’re just friends. I...I..."

"I know." Lloyd smiled. "Dad and I were just discussing that."

"About what!?" Misako almost shouted. She didn't think it could get more awkward than it already was.

"Dad said he was more than okay with it. He says you’ve been like that forever." Lloyd said nervously.

"But he really says you look like a couple."

"And he sees that!" Misako shouted nervously. "How can everyone see it but me?!"

"Maybe..." Lloyd began.

"I’m going to talk to him for a moment." Misako said. "Well, then let's go look at your things."

"Okay." Lloyd smiled.

~~~~~~

"Garm?" Misako called, and Sensei Garmadon turned to her.

"Hey!" He smiled when he saw her. "You look like you've seen a ghost and eaten something spicy."

"Do you see how close Wu and I are?" Misako shot back immediately.

"Yes..." Sensei Garmadon replied, then laughed when he saw how Misako covered her face with her hands.

"It doesn’t bother me at all!" Sensei Garmadon laughed and hugged her. "In fact, I’m really glad you’re close."

"For sure?" Misako asked, looking him in the eyes. "Yes... Although you know he still loves you. But I don’t blame him for that," Garmadon smiled.

"But how does everyone see it but I don't..." Misako said thoughtfully.

"Love," Sensei Garmadon said, lifting her chin. "You’ve always been really beautiful."

While saying this, he kept his gaze on her face.

"You still are. So you have this, let’s call it a charming character."

"Does it seem like I’m playing with his feelings,?" Misako asked worriedly.

"A little." Sensei Garmadon admitted, stroking her face. "But I know you're not doing it on purpose."

"I’ll try to fix it." Misako said and nervously smiled at him.

"I know." Garmadon said and stroked her cheek.

"Do you want to play a bit with my feelings? Since I’m the super nice husband who allows everything." Sensei Garmadon kissed her.

"Always nice." Misako laughed. "Never saw you beeing bad."

She let him kiss her a few more times and then grabbed his hand that was holding her face.

"Let’s go; I promised Lloyd that we would look at his things together since he was little."

"I like that idea." Sensei Garmadon smiled merrily. "Especially since we can be a happy family again."

Saying that, he kissed the hand she was holding in his.

~~~~~~

"I want to stay." Lloyd said sadly. "In this monastery are all my memories of Dad."

'Stay strong.' Misako reminded herself. 'Don’t break.'

"I know, Lloyd." Misako sighed sadly. "I won’t force you. But we all think this is for the best..."

"Are you still angry at Dad?" Lloyd asked in a trembling voice.

"I’m not happy that he sacrificed himself, but he did it for the greater good. How could I be angry..." Misako said quietly.

'Calm your feelings,' she told herself. 'Don’t cry; be strong for Lloyd.'

"I think because the letter." Lloyd said quietly.

"No..." Misako said and sat down. "No, Lloyd. I was angry because it was an awful act, not... not because I love him just because of that letter.

I would have chosen him with a letter from Wu or him. I hate that he died thinking otherwise... I.."

Misako paused for a moment to collect herself. She couldn’t allow herself to cry in front of Lloyd.

The poor kid shouldn’t see her freaked out. He didn’t need that .

"I... I hope he died knowing that I love him..." Her lip trembled.

'Control yourself.'

Lloyd sat down next to her, almost in tears. "If there was never a choice between him and Wu, why didn’t you ever say that you knew that look,' two boys, one heart'?"

"And that." Misako tried to smile. It didn’t quite work. "High school things. When I was your age... I was madly in love with two guys.

I think one of them now lives in some cave in solitude, and the other... Hmm, I really don’t know."

"Are you even sad that Dad died?" Lloyd asked, even though it seemed like an unfair question to him. "You’re always so...neutral."

"How can I break in front of you?" Misako said desperately. "You don’t deserve to see me losing it... and..."

"It’s not bad to show feelings in front of a child." Lloyd said, hugging her. "It will be easier."

"It won’t be easier." Misako said, burying her head in Lloyd’s chest.

She felt the long-held tears sliding down her cheeks.

"I know.." Lloyd said quietly. She felt that he was crying too.

"I can’t believe it’s now all over forever..." Misako sobbed. "It’s almost worse than last time. I almost hoped we could be a family again..."

"Why almost?" Lloyd asked as he wiped his tears.

"Because this time I have you, and I don’t intend to leave you."

"And I’m glad I have you. Also the ninjas and Wu..." Lloyd said. "I love you."

"And I love you, my little boy." Misako smiled and picked up the picture in her hands again.

"We will never forget him." Lloyd said firmly.

"Never." Misako said and hugged Lloyd again.

Nothing was dearer to her than when they laughed together. But when they cried together, they connected.

~~~~~~

"Are you sure?" Misako asked Lloyd as she packed her things. "I don’t want to leave you again..."

"You won’t leave me." Lloyd smiled at her. "I’ll miss you, but I support you going. I’m just not sure about the idea of you searching for him."

"I have to, Lloyd." Misako sighed and looked at his old picture on the shelf. "He helped you in the tornado of creation.

Maybe there’s still a good part of him... The man I love.Your father. "

"And what if he’s not?" Lloyd asked worriedly. "I don’t want him to hurt you again."

"If he isn’t, then I’ll let him go his way." Misako said sadly. "But I need to know!"

"I understand." Lloyd said quietly. "Are you sure it’s okay for me to go? It may take a few months..." Misako said sadly.

"I’m sure, Mom." Lloyd said brightly. "I have the ninjas, Wu, and I’ve grown up."

"Oh, right." Misako said sadly.

"I didn’t mean it that way." Lloyd said quietly and hugged her. "You know you mean a lot to me and the ninjas. You live with us all the time and you’re like a parent to everyone.

Maybe Dad isn’t here, but I’m still happy we are family."

"Thank you, Lloyd." Misako said and kissed him on the forehead.

He was so tall now!

"I miss him." Misako sighed sadly and returned the picture to its place.

"Me too." Lloyd said and sadly rested his head on Misako’s.

"I don’t want to disturb him." Misako said undecidedly. "But I can’t let him go forever... Not while there’s a chance. He wouldn’t let me either if he were in my place."

"I know." Lloyd said quietly. "Just take care of yourself."

~~~~~

As Misako walked, memories flowed through her mind.

~~~

"How many times do I have to tell you that you are so much better than Wu?" Young Misako laughed at Garmadon.

"Although he is a 'perfect' son."

"Do you really mean that?" Young Garmadon’s eyes sparkled.

Misako just smiled at him and kissed him.

~~~

Other memories came flooding back. The wedding, the birth of Lloyd...

After that, darker memories came, which turned from bittersweet to bitter.

But she knew she wouldn’t give up on her family. She made many decisions.

Were they the right ones?

Who knows.

She only knew that she gave her best, she gave everything for her family.

And she would continue to do so. Even if it meant completely distancing herself from Garmadon...

The only man she ever truly loved.

[arabaka]

hello everynyan !!!!!!!!!!!!!! how are you !!!!!!!!!!! (jokes aside) i missed you all! i wanted to give an update on this blog and my wellbeing. but i also wanted to be transparent! i’ll include a TL;DR so if you want more info, please look under the cut!

LOVE  YOU ALL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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TL;DR:

ill be going by my first name now! names jackie, pleasure to meet everybody!

i have bpd and that resulted in me having a terrible breakdown that ended up hurting my friends. i have since made amends and strengthened the bonds with SO many people. 

there is someone i engaged with frequently on my blog i have since blocked. i ask that you be mindful of sending me mp100 fanfic/fanart. i won’t disclose this person’s identity.

i’m BACK! so expect to see me <3

as some of you may know, i suffer from BPD and am believed to be on the spectrum. BPD stands for borderline personality disorder. some quick notes on this disorder and what it entails:

Borderline personality disorder is a mental illness that severely impacts a person’s ability to manage their emotions. This loss of emotional control can increase impulsivity, affect how a person feels about themselves, and negatively impact their relationships with others.

People with borderline personality disorder may experience intense mood swings and feel uncertainty about how they see themselves. Their feelings for others can change quickly, and swing from extreme closeness to extreme dislike. These changing feelings can lead to unstable relationships and emotional pain.

People with borderline personality disorder also tend to view things in extremes, such as all good or all bad. Their interests and values can change quickly, and they may act impulsively or recklessly.

now people with bpd experience something called splitting and this is:

BPD splitting is a symptom of borderline personality disorder (BPD). It’s when a person sees everything as black or white, good or bad, or best or worst. Splitting is a defense mechanism people living with BPD use to deal with emotions (such as the fear of abandonment) that they cannot handle. 

this past week, i had the worst episode ive had in a long time and some of you may have seen it going by the last few posts on my blog. i was incredibly volatile, distrusting, and upset but worst of all, i let that affect my relationships. i vented to some people, very similar to the sentiment i was posting on here, but i also said some pretty hurtful things that made these people feel like i discredited their love by saying i didn’t feel that way from anyone. but the thing with bpd, and a lot of other mental illnesses/disorders… it warps our perception and our view on reality. 

all these people wanted to do, like many of you, is help and i pushed it all away preemptively due to past trauma was rejection and abandonment. but this hurt one of the most important people in my life and on top of that, i subtweeted that person on a venting insta for the purpose of hurting them. it’s a big regret of mine and i’ve vowed to NEVER let that happen again to ANYONE. 

mental illness/disorders can explain your reactions and actions but should not excuse it.

i have since made amends with my best friend and everything is back to normal, if not better because i have a new appreciation for her and our unbreakable bond.

but i can’t say the same for someone else, someone that i engaged with pretty often and someone that was special to me.

but i learned that this person… was never a good friend. 

they showed their true colors and showed that they were not as supportive as i thought. now, that’s not to absolve myself of any blame! because i did hurt them too! but instead of being open to communication and growth, they said i had hurt them several times without ever bringing this up to me. they expected me to listen to their venting but suddenly couldn’t when it came to me. that they didn't have the capacity to do so. yet, were upset that i didn't confide in them?

this person is out of my life now. i’ve blocked them on everything. i won’t disclose who this person is but i will be triggered by their art/writing for a long time. again, even though this person has disappointed me greatly and hurt me in turn (with other things i will not go into), i do not wish any hate on them. with that being said, please let me know who the creator is before you share any mob psycho fanart/fanfic with me and i’ll let you know if it’s okay or not.

fortunately though, this taught me a lesson. a lesson in appreciating my friends (AND ALL OF YOU!!!), trusting their word, AND watching what i do and say so i don’t hurt people.

moving on to my content, i am going to be BACK!!! back and posting!!! so expect my ass B) 

we’re back to normal, we’re healthy and we’re striving for growth!!!

[hammeragainstbirds]

[There is a video attatched, do you want to watch it?]

//This is so long but I swear it's not that bad. In the tags will be what you need to know after this even if you don't read it so everything else makes sense.

//I'll actually rewrite the ooc paragraph into several shorter ones so it's easier to read.

//Apple's friends don't react in the best way possible, as they don't know what is going on. This is made worst because Apple was already distressed.

//Apple isn't out to their friends, so they'll only use he/him to refer to her. He does use that pronoun, so it's not misgendering, but don't expect them to use anything else. Also, it's name will be written [Apple], as that's the one they use online, not her actual name. It's not deadnaming, but I understand that it can look as if I was censoring a deadname.

//There is a mention of the current state of Apple's transformation. Specifically, the start of the face changing.

//Also, first and probably last time a character uses a swear word (or whatever those are called in english, I think it's that) in one of my post. I feel like that friend would use them, but I don't like writing them.

[The video is taken from around the height of Apple's head, so it's impossible to see everyone else's faces. Apple can be seen next to the window, trying to check where they would land. Steps can be heard from the other side of the room as other three people enter it. The room is dark, except for the small amount of light entering though the window.]

"What the... what is that?"

[Apple is covering its face and making a ball in the floor, ashamed of how she looks like. One of his friends tries to get closer, but Sharp the pawniard jumps to his trainer's rescue. He positions himself between Apple and the rest, ready to fight.]

"Sharp? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with [Apple]? Where is he, anyway?"

"Yeah and, more importantly, how did that... tinkaton? get here?"

[[Blue] hits [Pink] with her elbow while looking at him with a disapproving face.]

"What? It was a joke! I'm obviously looking for him!"

"Get out of here."

"[Apple]? Where are you?"

"Leave me alone, okay? I don't want you to see me right now."

[[Red] tries to get close to Apple, suspecting that their voice comes from that part of the room. Sharp, feeling his owners distress, does the only thing he can think of.]

"What the fuck Sharp? Why did you do that? Agh, it hurts a lot! Just let me get there already!"

[[Red] holds his leg with a pained expression while looking at Sharp. [Blue] throws a pokeball, freeing the Skeledirge inside. The pokemon uses its tail to move Sharp out of the way and keep him there.]

"No! Leave him alone! He can't get hurt. I- I didn't hurt him, you can't do it. P- please, don't do anything. Just get out of here!"

[Apple says this while crying. He looks at Sharp, hoping he's fine. That allows both the camera and her friends to see their new face. It's still very similar to the face it had before this began, but it is pink and is starting to change to look more tinkaton-like. It can be noticed mostly in the eyes, which are starting to get taller and thinner. The three of them flinch when seeing this.]

"Is that... Wha- what happened to you?"

"Yeah, you look terrible! Is that your excuse to let us study by ourselves?"

"I told you to leave me alone!"

[The camera seems to fall and look to the ceiling for a moment, before it repositions itself. Both pokemon appear to be fine, but the three humans seem to have been launched against the wall. Some glowing particles can be seen floating around in the room, quickly disappearing. Apple gets to where Sharp is as fast as she can without showing themself more than necessary and hugs him.]

"You are okay, everything is okay. I'm here to help you, I promise. I- the instincts won't win, I'll protect you."

[Apple is holding the hammer, which is longer now. The new addition is a different color to the metals used before. He runs towards the window and jumps, the camera following behind. Its landing is good enough, so they can start running towards the nearby forest almost immediately, Sharp still in his arms.]

[End of the video.]

//Not fully convinced with some parts, but probably good enough. I don't know if I should tag this anything specific, but the warning in the beginning should work for that.

[13urningstars]

"plots please!"

(Can be for a mix of blogs or whoever has your attention)

⤏ send me “plots please”

And i’ll respond with  3  (or more)  interesting  plots / relationships / connections  I can think of for our muses! OKAY SO THIS IS VERY LATE AND I APOLOGIZE varied dynamic ideas for a variety of blogs, all tagged appropriatly

DYNAMIC #1 : Gender @saffronsass

This dynamic would be just the biggest excuse for me to write and explore RID2025 cherr BUT LISTEN. two silly robots with gender, the warm colored duo, the ... IDK! They're friendship has potential! Cherr works with a kid with s stutter and doesnt get tired or annoyed over fixits stuttering, they're just this silly little guy that shes decided their friends with now

DYNAMIC #2 : famous people idk @cybertronsiren

only realizing now that i never responded to?? you response to my bingo meme response?? feeling terrible but LISTEN. Two musicians, well known for their craft and while their fame mostly lost to time, there is POTENTIAL. im not really vibing on a ship but i have ideas, possibly backstory affiliates? cause you cant tell me that with their ties they wouldnt NOT know each other? listen to my vision: They met during a networking event and, after hitting it off, became friends, not like super close where they know everything about each other but like, they would gossip over call or look for each other at parties. Frienship gets forgotten once the war began, but the day is new and most people arent trying to kill each other anymore so who knows! Gives the possibilty for both prewar and post war ploting? idk famouse musicians or somethings

DYNAMIC #3 : Ocean bois @seacrestseacon

okay so this last one i dont actually have any solid ideas BUT i have options cause these cons are very silly to me and i do want to interact with them, so let me aggressively spitball my options and their added ideas for interaction. all of these are actually some of my other muses since im getting more inspo from them then cherr

Fish boys + 1 : Have them interact with my boy silverslice! Found on my currently under redecoration autobot and co blog (@bots4life) this silly guy is my silly serious fish man who turns into a swordfish. very serious, says he does not tolerate silliness yet is always dragged into it. sword

literally any of my cons over on the (also newly decorated) @concommand we've got so many flavors to mess with like: if shockwave was a personal executioner (flinchstorm), bisexual physcopath with a love for memes (gadget), above but make it gay and an ai (malware), if a mute punching bad could snitch (sunshock), angry cowboy sniper (ace) and the two faced simp (aerostrike)

thats it i think it is 2am and i have been hunched over my laptop like a shrimp writting this for idk how long. an hour probably

[juniperleafdelivery]

I truly don't think you deserved the aggression you received in regards to the Stanley contest, and I do apologize on behalf of all that. It was just supposed to be for the sake of fun and stay as a silly game after all, and it was clear you were also just trying to have some lighthearted fun.

However, I did just want to swing by and shed a bit of light on the other side of the competition and the lashback that stemmed from it, not to excuse any insults thrown around or actions taken, but to convey that this didn't really come from a place of pettiness or any particular desire to make you feel bad, at least as far as I can tell. To paint the scene, your admittedly simplistic cat Stanley design was put up against an alternative, interpretation of the same canon source; a fat, transfemme character of color, which obviously deviates from the canon quite a bit, and was recently put under fire for such on the op's blog outside of the contest. All that, and it seemed for a minute that said rendition was losing to your cat Stanley, which struck more than a few chords. Hopefully you can see what I'm getting at, not to throw around accusations, but those being traits that often get needlessly discriminated against, especially in regards to redesigns of canon characters, it appeared as though others were willing to vote for any other design that wasn't those things, even if they visibly varied in dedication.

Of course, that's not your fault. This isn't in any way said to fault you and I truly do hate that you had to face that negative outcry directly as though it was, or even be ridiculed for what's a very innocent design and concept made for the sake of fun. This message was just to reach out and speak on behalf of the other side's dilemma so it didn't seem so black and white and red all over. Hopefully I've been able to convey that and you understand a little bit. Regardless, I sincerely hope this whole mess doesn't dissuade you any and you can still go and have your fun past this. You seem like a very nice person and it's clear that your design comes from a place of love just the same, so I hope that much you can still enjoy.

May your week improve past all this!

* Hey, anon, first of all, thank you so much for taking the time to send this ask. I admit that I didn't stop to consider the other side of the competition, and it's really wonderful of you to come in and try to explain what may have happened.

* After some thought, I do realize that those people's comments weren't meant as a personal insult to me. They wanted the other design to win, and I understand that sentiment. And while I was a little offended by the criticism my Stanley received, I don't deny that he's very simple. I mean, I designed him that way for a reason — simple designs are easier for me to draw, and just what I like.

* But I had no idea that the other design was attacked for deviating from canon. Having to deal with that kind of stuff is terrible, and I'm really sorry that it happened to them. I see why the possibility of my cat beating their design purely because of prejudice stirred up some emotions.

* I'm not sure how much of this makes sense. If you understand none of it, then that's alright. Just please know this: I bear no ill will towards those who think my design is low effort. While I personally don't think that, I can see why others may say that.

* Again, thank you anon for this ask. I still love my little cat Stanley, and The Stanley Parable. And I hope everyone reading this has an awesome week :)

[ask-tssb]

// i have actually opted to show this specific draft scene early because it is funny beyond belief and also fucked up. this draft is from august 2020, without the formatting (italics) that goes with it

[Steven arrives at a small restaurant called (think of name). she checks her phone]

Steven: This is where she said to meet…

[the door bell dings as she enters and she walks up to the receptionist]

Steven: Um, excuse me… I’m looking for, ah, Opal Clawdius?

Receptionist: Oh, yes! Ms. Clawdius, party of two, right over there.

[Steven meets Opal at her table; she’s in the center of the room]

Opal: Oh, Dr. Collins! Wonderful of you to join me, sweetie.

Steven: You don’t seem surprised to see me at all… Uh, usually I wouldn’t be the one to turn down free food, but — 

[a waiter arrives with orders for both of them. something seafood-like for Opal, pasta for Steven]

Steven: … You already ordered for me.

Opal: Well, of course! I wouldn’t want anything but for my guest to feel welcome.

Steven: (to herself) Maybe this was a bad idea… Uh, actually, Ms. Clawdius, I’m a little fuzzy on the details of why exactly you offered to meet up. I thought it was about me taking a break, or whatever?

Opal: In part. I was also just hoping we could spend a nice evening together.

[Steven looks impatient. Opal presses her lips together]

Opal: (to herself) My law professor always said dinner was the best way to make a business proposal… Let me just get to the point, then, darling. I want to be your assistant.

[Steven pulls a face]

Steven: You brought me out here for that? You couldn’t have just asked me that at the lab?

Opal: I would have been terribly forward of me to ask while we barely knew each other, no?

Steven: Is this really much better…?

Opal: Look… [she looks over her shoulder] I heard you talking about ideas for a new Project.

[Steven snaps to attention at that]

Opal: I’m absolutely certain you have the talent for it, sweetie! The others may not see it now, but once this is finished, they’ll see what Steven Collins is really made of!

Steven: You… you heard that? … You don’t even know what I have in mind. Hold on, why would I partner up with you instead of someone more experienced, like Rox — Dr. Stone? You’re just an intern.

Opal: I’m not — [she composes herself] Dr. Steele attested to my skills! Who cares about the opinions of other interns with backing like that? You can test whatever you want on me. I trust your capable hands, anything you throw at me, I can handle. I’ll be the perfect lab rat. When it succeeds — and I know it will because you’re amazingly talented — It’ll be the perfect thing to make everyone forget about Lambda.

[that’s got Steven’s attention now. she pauses]

Steven: … You’d really let me test it out on you? You have… no idea what I could be thinking.

Opal: Well, if I think you’re going to kill me, I’ll just pull out, sweetie! But I trust you wholeheartedly. If anyone could do it, it would be you.

[Steven takes a beat; she doesn’t know what to say. but just as she’s considering it, her phone alarm goes off. she fumbles with it. it says something about getting back for the party]

Steven: Uh oh.

Opal: Dr. Collins…?

Steven: Uh — Ms. Clawdius, I’m sorry to cut this short, but I really gotta go.

Opal: Wait — Go??

[as Steven starts to leave, Opal grabs her shirt]

Opal: But we’ve only just gotten started! Y-you can’t go… Please, try the alfredo.

Steven: I can’t, I’m sorry — I have to get back.

Opal: Please — Wait!

[Steven has her back turned and she’s leaving. Opal looks desperate, and she has one last measure]

Opal: Time for Plan B...

[as Steven has had her back turned, Opal stretches her arm out and something amazing happens — or something horrific. a pulse of magic leaves Opal’s paw and hits Steven… casting Attract on her. Steven winces, holding the chair for support]

Opal: Ah… Dr. Collins?

[Steven opens her eyes, and they’ve taken on a newly colored aspect. she winces again]

Steven: Ugh...

Opal: Are… are you alright? Perhaps I should have ordered you water as well…

[when Steven looks at Opal, she’s suddenly the most interesting thing in the world]

Steven: Has… anyone ever told you that your fur is really pretty?

[Opal looks surprised with a blush. then she does what Opal does best and accept the compliment]

Opal: Oh, you’re just saying that…

Steven: I’m not! Jeez, I never noticed before, but it is a really nice color.

Opal: Ohh… I always did have the most vibrant coat of my litter.

Steven: What were we talking about before? Was I doing something?

Opal: Oh! No. No, no, of course not. We were just talking about… How wonderful you are. A-and how you’d like to stay out with me tonight!

[a quiet slurping is happening off screen]

Steven: Ha, you’re kinda good at this whole flattery thing! That… doesn’t sound too bad, actually.

[slurping continues]

Steven: But I can’t shake the feeling I’m forgetting something…

[the slurping is loud now and they both look over to see Atticus slurping up one long noodle from the plate Opal ordered for Steven. he sucks the last of the noodle into his mouth, now realizing he’s been caught]

Atticus: Oops.

Steven: Atticus?!

[this snaps her out of the spell, and she stumbles, holding her head. Atticus scampers off the table]

Steven: Oough...! Agh, wait — !

[she runs after him]

Opal: Dr. Collins!

how unhinged are we talking here? (in regards to the dinner date draft)

// it's SO funny. Opal invites Steven to dinner in order to ask her if she can be her assistant. And for some reason Steven goes, and she and Opal argue (or at least, Steven is incredulous) , meanwhile Atticus is fucking. slurping a long ass Alfredo noodle into his mouth off screen.

i am gonna release the chapter 6 drafts after the chapter ends and this chapter has the most trainwreck of concepts and character interactions probably

[micksslut]

all i want for christmas is you

charles leclerc x fem driver reader

summary: charles thinks he's good at hiding he's your secret santa.

word count: 1.9k

warnings/mood: just fluff, reader is a driver, relationship established between charles and reader, charles being the best bf. also, I'm not really sure if secret santa works like this, so I hope it's well put, but if it's wrong, correct me without problem!

if you read my previous one shot, you know that english is not my first language, so this is a google translator shit (a bit modified based on my knowledge ), but that's a real warning, so please don't hesitate to tell me if there are mistakes of any kind in the one shot 😭 (i think that's all, but tell me if I forgot something pls!)

notes: hI. this was supposed to be published before christmas, but i had no inspiration at all and only came this. I don't consider it to be my best writing, but I hope you enjoy it!

i hope you like it, please don't be a ghost reader!!!

Finally all the drivers knew who they should give a gift to for the christmas swap.

You were Sebastian's Secret Santa, and honestly you had a problem because you hadn't been with the German long enough to know what to get him, but if there was something you couldn't stand: they were the bad gifts (the ones used to be given by Formula 1 drivers).

The first thing you did was tell your boyfriend, Charles, about who you got at the Christmas swap, knowing he wouldn't say anything and hoping he would tell you too.

But that didn't happen, instead you got a very nervous Charles who refused to tell you who he should give a gift to.

But your boyfriend was terrible at lying to you and you were very smart, so when you asked Carlos if he knew anything and he refused to tell you, you got closer to the truth. But even so, you weren't completely sure, so you decided to go for your last option.

"Char, would you like to come with me to buy the gift for Secret Santa? Lando canceled and I don't want to go alone" Charles was sitting in the cream-colored chair in the hotel room they shared, so you sat on his lap and he put down his phone to pay attention to you.

"Sure amour, just let me put my coat on" he gave you a chaste kiss on your lips and stood up, leaving you carefully on the couch.

You smiled, and immediately texted your best friend Lando, confirming that your plan was off to a good start.

So there you were, in a mall, thankful that your relationship with Charles was no longer a secret and the media didn't blow up seeing you and your boyfriend holding hands.

"Why don't we also buy the gift that you will give?" you asked when they had entered an eco-friendly store in search of what he thought was only the gift for Seb.

"I still don't know what to give as a gift, amour" Charles rambled nervously "Look, a bamboo toothbrush" he smiled showing it. You narrowed your eyes.

"Why don't you want to tell me who got you at the christmas swap?" you approached him.

"It's secret mon amour" he justified himself.

"Yeah, but I told you"

Charles was going to answer, but a female voice behind you interrupted you two.

"Excuse me, do you think I could get an autograph?" the girl asked shyly and you sighed discreetly, but both smiled.

Charles knew he had just been saved, so he was the first to nod.

"Sure! Where?"

She took off her Pirelli cap and held it out along with a permanent marker towards the two of you, apparently it was already prepared, so you deduced that the fans already knew where you and Charles were.

"Thank you! Good luck on the weekend!" you and your boyfriend thanked and the girl left.

"We'd better hurry, they won't be long in coming anymore" the monegasque murmured and you nodded, giving up on your boyfriend.

In the end, you ended up buying more things for you and Charles than for Seb, but you had found the perfect present for him, so you left the mall happy.

Soon, the day of the Secret Santa arrived, and most of the drivers were opening their presents.

You were hiding watching Seb open his present, and you almost ruined everything by laughing when Seb opened the bag and saw a pair of scissors along with the note you had left.

I'm sure you have more hair than me now, so in case you don't want to go to a hairdresser, here is a simple device to cut your own hair!

Sebastian let out a loud laugh and looked at the camera.

"I don't think that's going to happen"

Then he took the paper that talked about the Maple Tree that was your true gift, one that would be planted according to the needs of Switzerland so as not to alter the ecosystem of the region.

Sebastian had guessed who the gift came from and you soon came out of hiding with a smile on your face when Seb saw you.

He came up to you to hug you and thank you.

"I know, I'm the best at giving gifts" the driver laughed "But already cut your hair, Rapunzel"

They parted from the hug laughing and he shook his head.

"You're just envious that I have better hair than you" you opened your mouth falsely offended.

"Ok, I'm going" you turned smugly and started walking.

"Sorry! You know it's true!"

You laughed softly, shaking your head and you arrived where the Formula 1 social media team was waiting for you.

You couldn't help but get excited, if Charles really was your Secret Santa, what would his gift be?

"Ok, the present looks pretty" you commented nervously, looking at the box wrapped in decorative paper. You already knew who the gift was from (or at least you suspected), but you had no idea what it could be, you hadn't seen Charles buying anything, so you really didn't know what I could have given you; although he already knew everything you liked after four long years by his side.

You brought the box to your ear and moved it slightly trying to figure out what it was, but you only heard some things moving.

You opened the box, and the first thing you could see was a photo frame decorated by hand with Formula 1 stickers, your team, the Friends series, and of course, Taylor Swift. To be honest, it looked like something a five-year-old had made, but that's how you knew it was Charles's, and you couldn't help but almost die of cuteness.

You showed it to the camera with a huge smile on your face.

"Well, clearly I will put a photo here with the person who gave it to me. I wonder who it will be" you muttered the last with a smirk.

You gave the frame to your physical therapist to hold while you took out the other presents. Because yes, they were several presents.

"Ok... These are... Oh my god, these are Taylor Swift's The Eras Tour tickets!" you let out a squeal of excitement "Guys you know how much I love Taylor, this is the best present ever" you said ecstatically, showing the tickets and making a mental note to remind them to black out everything on the tickets except for the name of the tour.

"Well, from the frame with the things I like on it, I already knew, but this confirmed it for me and... I'm pretty sure these are from Charles" you looked at the team and they nodded "Yes?" You laughed "I knew it! Lando, you owe me ten bucks" you pointed at the camera and everyone laughed.

"Okay, just one last thing apparently" Olivia, your physical therapist took the tickets and the gift box while you took a smaller box out of it.

It was small, also wrapped in decorative paper and a bow at the top, so you carefully opened it. Most likely it was earrings or a necklace, Charles knew you loved jewelry.

Carefully opening it until only the black velvet box was left, Olivia gasped in surprise as she brought her hand to her mouth to cover it when you looked at her.

You opened your eyes even more when you noticed the reaction of others and you realized why.

You opened the box with now trembling hands and your eyes almost instantly filled with tears, you brought your palm to your mouth as it opened in surprise too.

It was a ring, a beautiful gold ring.

It contained a diamond obviously, not too big, not too small, the perfect size. The ring had carved leaves around it and the shape that surrounded the diamond gave the effect of being a rose.

You looked around in search of your boyfriend, and you saw him addressing you timidly.

"Is it a...? Char, is that what I think it is?" you approached him smiling.

"That depends..." He gently took the box from your hands and making sure he was far enough away from the other people, Charles dropped to one knee on the ground and extended the box towards you, he spoke:

"I know we're still very young... I've been your friend since we went Karting together, and I've been your boyfriend for four years, but i've loved you ever since we met" By that point both of their eyes were already full of tears and you were sure that you were falling more in love with each word that he said "You know I'm not good with words, so... would you let me celebrate our wins together forever? Would you let me fall in love with you more and more each day? Would you let me accompany you the rest of our days, be the happiest man on earth and become your husband?" he asked you, running out of breath at the end.

"My God, Charles. Hell yeah! Yes, yes and yes!" You laughed excitedly and shed some tears of happiness as he stood up and you rushed to hug him, listening to the applause of the others.

He grabbed your waist to hug you even tighter and spin you in the air while you two laughed.

When you touched the ground again, he hastily removed the ring from its box and placed it on your ring finger, and then leave a kiss on your knuckles.

You looked at the beautiful jewel and then back at him, certain that his eyes were even more beautiful than the gift he had just given you. Sure that what you had just given you was the best gift of all, and that even without it, Charles was everything you wanted for Christmas.

You kissed him tenderly, loving every second of that moment. When you separated, you put your foreheads together and you whispered:

"All I want for Christmas is you" both smiled remembering the song and kissed again until you were interrupted.

"That's not fair, you give me scissors to cut my hair and you get an engagement ring?" Sebastian spoke from behind, clicking his tongue and shaking his head, falsely disappointed, you laughed with the others and saw him approach "Not true, congratulations guys" he hugged you and then Charles "I look forward to my invitation to your wedding!" he exclaimed when he had gotten far enough away from the two of you, making you both laugh again.

"You will have it!"

"Ok, but who will you choose as the groomsman?" Lando suddenly appeared behind you, scaring you two slightly.

You were going to speak but Carlos speaking behind Charles interrupted you.

"Of course me, right Charles?" The man from Madrid rested his arm on your fiancé's shoulder and looked at him.

"When did they appear?" you asked puzzled.

"Groomsman Powers" Lando mumbled and you and Charles laughed.

You pulled your fiancé back to you and kissed him again, knowing that the two drivers would drive off in disgust.

They laughed in the middle of the kiss when they heard the "Ewww" from Lando.

"I love you Charles. Thank you for this" you murmured as they broke away from the kiss and he smoothed one of the unruly strands of your hair.

"I love you too, thanks to you ma belle" he hugged you and this time you finally heard the camera flashes, but far from bothering you, it made you smile.

At least you already had photo options to place in the photo frame Charles had given you.

[curseofaphrodite]

the love club

regulus black x fem!gryffindor!reader

summary: in which he realizes just how grateful he is for having a best friend. alternate title - Fuck Friends I Have A Crush On You. | written for @cryonme's celebration!

"Love your sweater," you said, smiling a bit too much, as if you had just said an inside joke.

Regulus beamed, sitting beside you without a second thought. Slytherins weren't usually seen at the Gryffindor table, but Christmas was a good excuse as any, right?

"Almost didn't recognize you but merry Christmas, little brother," Sirius yelled, hugging him sideways. "Looking less like the Bloody Baron each day, huh? You're blending in well."

"Especially in that sweater,' Remus added, reaching for the mashed potatoes. Regulus frowned, looking at his clothes again.

"What's wrong with it?" he asked, offended.

"No I didn't say- well, you're wearing Gryffindor colors."

Regulus paled when you burst out laughing. The glares his housemates have been giving him from across the hallway suddenly made sense to him. He started fumbling with his words.

"You- you said gold was your favorite color!" he said defensively, hugging himself as if that would shield his idiotic mistake.

"I was just seeing if you'd fall for it," you shrugged, cutting yourself a piece of cake. "No one's favorite color could be gold. Oh stop the glare, you look wonderful."

"Aw, you picked out this because you thought it was Y/N's favorite color?" Marlene asked teasingly from the other side of the table. Regulus wanted to throw a fork at her.

"It was an honest mistake," you spoke up on his behalf. "Reg's terrible at fashion, you know that."

Sirius squinted his eyes suspiciously. Out of everyone at that table, his brother was the only one with a proper sense of shopping. Regulus shrank under his questioning eyes.

Shit, shit, shit.

He hoped Sirius wouldn't ask anything. It's not like he could say - hey I love shopping but pretends to be bad so I could spend more time with my best friend. Yes, I know I don't need any excuse to talk to her but I'm still new to human affections. I don't want to be distant and if that means I have to wear ugly sweaters or nod at her questionable choices, I'll do that gladly. With a forced smile.

Sirius muttered something like interesting under his breath, but he didn't go on, which Regulus was grateful about.

But his brother wasn't the kind to let things go that easily. He cornered Regulus as soon as everyone went outside to see the snow.

-

"Have you seen Reg?" you asked Lily, who shook her head apologetically.

"I saw him with Pads a while ago. They looked very much deep in thought," James said.

You groaned. "Do you reckon they're fighting again?"

"Nah, they're far past all that," James waved it off. "Maybe he's telling him he's an animagus."

"HE'S AN ANIMAGUS?"

"Oh, you didn't know that," he laughed nervously. "Uhm, if you see a huge dog in our room, just act surprised. Lils, my love, wanna sneak off to Hogsmeade?"

"Still no on the date," Lily said, rolling her eyes. She went her way and James followed with a pout, leaving you in the snow to be a one-person search party for Regulus Arcturus Black.

-

"There you are!" you said sharply, stopping Sirius on his path. "Where the hell is your brother?"

"He uhm- he's, I don't think I'm supposed to tell you that," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

"What did you do?" you sighed. "If you buried him somewhere, there's still time to dig him out—"

"Merlin I was near the pond," Regulus said, walking up to you from behind. "Though I'm glad to know you have little to no reaction if I do get murdered."

"As if he would ever kill someone and get his clothes dirty," you scoffed. Sirius shrugged.

"Fair point. See ya," Regulus started to walk away but you chased after him with no hesitation.

"Where are you going?" you asked, careful not to step on branches and roots. "I'd jump off a cliff for you but sometimes I fear I may also be the one pushing you. Can you PLEASE talk?"

"Just needed some quiet time."

"You're sure you're not just ignoring me? Because you were perfectly fine earlier."

"Not everything about me is you," he stopped, a little meaner than he intended to. You were used to his occasional outbursts so you stood your ground.

"What did Sirius tell you?" you asked casually.

If he was taken back, he didn't show it. "We were just catching up on everything we missed. Birthdays, quidditch matches, dates. I always knew he had a thing for Remus but he actually asked him out? I didn't think he had the courage."

I certainly don't, he thought, smiling sadly. You mistook his stares for nostalgia. He mistook yours for pity.

"Then he asked me if I ever fancied someone," he continued, shrugging. "I said I was alone too much of my life for anything of that sort."

"Really? Cause I thought you were the kind of guy to easily fall in love."

"I wouldn't even know what love feels like," he lied swiftly. "Would you?"

"I only had crushes," you pointed out.

"Hmm, how do crushes feel like?"

"Well, you can’t stop thinking about them, you feel strange when they’re around, and then you want to— why are you looking at me like that?"

His eyes had completely melted, and the slight twinkle in them looked as if someone stole the stars just for him. He shooked his head slightly, disagreeing with what you said.

"You make it sound like a fever," he laughed. "It's nothing like that. You feel calm, happy, and safe. You feel like yourself with them, and they make you want to love yourself. It's wonderful, not chaotic."

"For someone who's never felt love, you know a lot about it."

This is it. Just say it. Just say it.

"Actually, I- sort of. Uhm, you're-duck."

"What?"

A smack at the back of your head made you lose balance. You landed on your back as clumsily as you could and watched as Sirius roared with laughter. You saw him reaching for another snowball already.

"Oh hell no," you stood up and ran away, hiding behind a tree just in time. Sirius started attacking Regulus instead.

"MY JACKET!" Reg yelled, angrily scooping up a heap of snow. Without even forming it into a ball, he dumped them on his brother's head.

"YES FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT—" James had appeared out of nowhere, but his words were cut off as you used your wand to make another snowball hit him square in the face.

"Cheating," he mumbled inaudibly, half-buried in snow.

You laughed and walked back to the scene, removing yourself from the tree's protection. Regulus smiled mischievously.

"No!" you yelled, running away. He chased you without hesitation.