#am i mushy and ridiculous? probably

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Comte Drama CD Translations, Track Seven: "To You Who Are So Lovely" - Ending

I'm not a professional yada yada yada, these are just my rough transcriptions of each track in the CD because I need fodder for my simping.

This one reads a bit like a love letter left for MC, it's another sweet one:

…Indeed, the sand in the hourglass has fallen. It appears my day with you is over. (I'M DISTRAUGHT TOO DW BEAUTIFUL) In this way, every moment trickles into another ceaselessly…yes, forever. Even now as I say it, the word “forever” drives a painful wedge in my heart. I often wonder at the essence, the weight that word carries--so often spoken with admiration and yearning by humankind.

I think this is the first time in my life I ever went "philosopher (affectionate)" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 I could listen to him all day [contented sigh]

I know very well…just how heartbreaking it is. I was shaken by that never-ending, pathless darkness…until you gave me the hope of “now.” A vampire who lives forever, and a woman who lives a finite life, hoping for a better tomorrow. I’m not sure what will become of my love for you that sprouted at the boundary between “forever” and “now.” …But I promise you this. I will never let you go. When I give you eternal love… Let’s spend that time together.

Man the way I act up when I hear fictional man say "I will never let you go" [INSERT LOUD BARKING] it's a promise, Abel 🥺💜

It may turn out to be a bumpy road…but, don’t worry. We’ll take every step of the way hand-in-hand. When I get lost…you’re so kind and strong It makes me sure that if we do ever get lost, we’ll worry about it together, and find answers together. Like a waltz, let’s take each other’s hands…and live together.

Okay all my usual court jester energy aside, I really am so fond of this motif throughout his stories. This idea that being in a relationship is about being there for each other, about promising the other will never be alone. I guess they really just embody what marriage is at its best, for me? Like not necessarily that there's only one way to be married, but that it should be about helping each other and caring about each other? Building a life and sharing that happiness, an enduring love that grows the more two people are together.

Holding hands and dancing, I'm so...

And one day, I’m sure I will… …I’m sure that I’ll turn you into a vampire. At that time, let’s live together forever. From the moment I met you that day, in Paris of the 21st century…it felt like the frozen hands on the clock of my life began to move. I was determined that I would never fall in love with a human again. I was moved by your pure and single-minded thoughts, and I wanted your love. A year later, ten years later, one hundred years of accumulating this “now” I’ve received from you… In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me. I found you in eternity…I love you, and I will dedicate my pureblood life to your fate--

If y'all need me I will be wasting away, ty--

"In the far distant future, I want to see you beside me." I WANT THAT TOO, GORGEOUS

Man the way my brain is just so: the only kind of man I want is one that can go "I wanted your love 🥺👉👈" and "I wanted her blood to run down my mouth." AT THE SAME TIME

It's about the multi-faceted yearning 🤌🏼

[trashbaget]

tell me your failed/embarrassing flirting stories to make me feel better, i’ll go first: today i said “get out of my way” forgot to say “i’m kidding” then immediately said “bye”

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

P.1

Reader x Mattheo Riddle / Reader x Theodore Nott

"The picknick was a good idea, I have to admit." I say, dropping another grape into my mouth, a full mouth turned into a smile. I sneak another one out of the basket Theo is carrying.

I glance over at Theo and he nods, grinning. He winks. "I know, Carina. I always have the best ideas, you should know that by now." I roll my eyes in amusement at his cocky statement.

As if on cue, I see a brown mop of curls rounding the corner, making me sigh. Great. Just great.

"Hey, what a surprise." Mattheo says, not seeming too happy as his eyes land on Theodore beside me. Mattheo shuffles something inside his jacket, flashing white, which I only catch a glimpse of. But I can't even question what it was before these two begin staring each other down.

An undeniably painful pause is the only thing holding me back from just turning around to run away. It's scaring me to even move a muscle. If these two don't sort out whatever is bugging them, I won't hesitate and avoid them both. I really did try to help them befriend each other once more. Their inner rivalry didn't get unnoticed by the rest of our friend group either. What has gotten into them these past few weeks?

"(Y/N), let's get going." Theo's free hand wraps around my wrist, not even glancing at me once while talking. He turns and tries to pull me with him, but not before Mattheo steps up, pushing Theo.

I stumble with him, still being in the grasp of Theo's strong hand. He let go and I take a step back.

"Excuse me?!" I get out before straightening up, rearranging my cloak. My glare hits Mattheo, but he is fixed on the boy in front of him as they now nearly graze noses. If I didn't know these two, I'd say one of them would be a Gryffindor. That would make sense at least. This is worse than Draco and Harry.

"Where do you think you're taking her, huh?" He grits out, and I can't say a word, too stunned I am being dragged into this ongoing fight now.

"Stop it, both of you!" I yell, but neither of them are backing down, making it really hard not to just ask a Professor to break them off. I glance around, only a few students hushing past, not daring to spare a look.

"We are going somewhere that is none of your concern, Riddle."

"Yeah? I don't think so, Nott."

"Why don't you fuck off and shag one of your whores, mind your own damn business!"

I had never seen either of them so worked up, which certainly was scary to look at. I try once more, "boys, come on, this is ridiculous." I gulp as they still don't look at me. My heart starts racing, and I try to find a way out that won't result in broken noses or wands at each other throats. What is going on with these two?!

"Come on, (Y/N)." Theo says again, making me debate what I should do. Pick a side? I don't want to be the reason one is more mad or disappointed by what I do.

"No." I mumble, feeling my eyes sting as I blink. I gulp once more, Theo's eyes finding my form a few feet behind Mattheo. His face relaxes as he looks at me.

"See? She doesn't want you, Nott." I can only make out the corner of Mattheo's lips as they curl up into a grin. Which doesn't help my situation.

"I'm not picking a side here, Matt, you are both acting extremely childish over – over, who knows what!" I turn and storm off, ignoring Matt and Theo yelling my name.

These idiots took it too far now. I won't speak a word – won't spare them another glance. Ugh, boys!

___

"-and he pushed Theo! Like a little kid! What is going on with these two?" I sat across from Pansy, piercing my fork into my piece of chocolate cake over and over again until it went mushy and the appetite left me. I sigh, my fork dropping onto the table, and I bury my face into my hands.

"You know them. They will get over it. Theo probably stole Matt's last fudge fly. They're boys, just like you said." She mumbles and keeps chewing on her dessert, eyes scanning the next page of her Witch Weekly magazine.

"I hope you're right." I mutter under my breath.

"Hey you two-" Draco joins us at the table, sitting down next to Pansy, Enzo settles beside me, I send him a brief smile.

"What's pestering you, (Y/N)? Or should I ask – who's pestering you?" He snickers and earns a stare from Pansy, making him shut up.

"Wait – do you know something, Draco?" I ask him and squint my eyes at him. He obviously does, as he stutters for a word, shaking his head. His cheeks slightly pink.

"Enzo, what is going on? Where are the others?" I turn to him, he sighs but shakes his head, sending me a small and sorry smile.

"I promised not to tell anyone. Especially not you, love." I grow irritated with the lot and push myself up, sending another glare at Draco, he would be easier to break. I take out my wand, holding it by my side and start boring holes into his head. He tries to avoid my deathly stare. But then he makes the mistake of connecting his eyes with mine.

"If you won't tell me right now where they are, I will personally make sure to have you grow a second nose every day, for the rest of the year – you will smell things you wish you didn't –"

"– come on, (Y/N), we promised –"

"– In the library, in the far back corner on the second level –" Draco squeaks, making Enzo glare at him in shock.

"We promised, Draco!"

"I don't care, I know she'll do it. I don't want a nose on my bum one morning! She knows how to get into our dorm." Draco snarls and glares at the table as I hurry off. Pansy only smirking and eating her second dessert in peace.

"Go get them!" She calls out without looking up and I wave her off, pushing past a few people on my way. My heart is racing and I don't know if I want to even meet these idiots. I promised myself to ignore them. Well that didn't take long for me to break.

I round the corner and walk into the library. My racing thoughts made this quiet place unbearable as I heard every damn thought of mine. But just as I take the last couple steps on the stairwell, I am met with hushed shouting.

"– how about you're both idiots? I really am hungry and if you two make me miss dinner, you won't sleep another night –" I hear Blaise taunting. I glance between a few books on the shelf, making out three heads. There they are. Blaise sits by the window, I could see his face clear as day. Theo sat sideways, eyes turned to the table in between them both. Mattheo on the other hand stands, pacing back and forth. He stops, just as my breath.

"Theo simply has to admit that he went behind my back. He took away the only thing that really mattered –"

"The only thing that mattered? The only thing that mattered to you was to simply get laid! Like always – just pick a different girl!" Theo stands up too now, Mattheo stepping up to his figure.

Blaise suddenly steps between them, hands on either chest and looks back and forth. "Hey, boys, you truly think we haven't had these lines already tonight? You're both ridiculous."

So this is about a girl? Is this about –

"Well, (Y/N) would never pick someone like you."

Shit.

"Like me? You're one to talk, Nott – stealing her from me, right after I told you I liked her. I trusted you, you are supposed to be my fucking best mate!" Their hushed voices are not so hushed anymore and I glance down to Miss Pince's desk. She narrows her eyes, scanning the upper level.

Blaise is struggling to hold Mattheo back now, Theo's lips curling into a smirk. I lean closer, my eyes still wide. How do they both like – me? Is this a stupid prank?

WHACK!

I was obviously leaning onto the shelf a bit too much as a book fell to the ground. Their heads turn to me and I could now clearly see all of them through the opening. I give them a weak smile and wave. "Hey –"

"(Y/N)?" Theo asks, stepping forward, around the shelf. I meet him half way, Mattheo’s eyes as hard as stone. My mouth feels dry while I try to think of what to say. I shrug and try to smile. My eyes land on Blaise who seems relieved, sighing as he walks up to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder, glancing between Theo and Matt.

“Maybe you’re the best to talk to them right now.” He pats my shoulder and turns to leave, I turn my head, wanting to tell him to stay, my heart racing. Blaise stops, glancing back at me. “Good luck.” He smirks and skips down the staircase. I really don’t want to turn back around so I take my time, gulping as I focus on both their shoe pairs instead of any eyes. Theo steps up slowly. “Carina, what did you hear?” My eyes shoot up at his question and Matt huffs, falling back into a cushioned arm chair.

“Obviously she heard it all. Otherwise she would be smacking our heads by now.” He mumbles at the end, his head held high as he’s glaring down at his knees, his hands squeezing the soft armrests. His sharp jaw clenching every now and then.

“I- I really-“ I take a deep breath shaking my head. “- don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Theo sends me a small encouraging smile. Matt’s head rolls back as he groans out.

“Oh please, stop that stupid emphasizing scheme!” Matt stands back up and joins us, glaring at Theo in disgust. Theo just rolls his eyes, turning to him.

“Just because you’re cold-hearted and only care about yourself doesn’t mean everyone has to-“

“-oh I only care about myself? You’re one to talk, fucking backstabber-“

“-Me? You are-“

“Hey!” I yell out, them both turning to me as they are once again almost choking each other. I ignore a few shushes thrown our way. Mattheo’s eyes soften as I look directly at him. His lips part and in his eyes I see that he’s struggling to hold back from saying what’s on his mind. “Matt-“ I get out, holding back my own emotional rollercoaster.

“I- I can’t-“ He stammers, rushing past me and running down the stairs, leaving. I walk up to the railing, my hands closing around the cold wood while I am looking after him.

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

———

For part two choose your ending:

Mattheo

Theodore

Third ending?... (coming soon)

[iwritefandomimagines]

TREEHOUSE — JESS MARIANO

masterlist

pairing: jess mariano x reader

description: you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy jess’ flirty teasing. he’d be lying if he said that you didn’t make him uncharacteristically mushy.

warnings: swearing n fluff!!!, that’s all folks

author’s note: ok so i caved and started rewatching GG already — i had this idea and had to run with it! let me know what u think x

“Wow Y/N, we have got to stop bumping into each other like this!”

You looked up, rolling your eyes at the smirking boy before you as you placed down your book, “Oh yes,” you quipped sarcastically, “Such a shock to see you at your uncle’s diner that you live above and work at. Bonus points for you literally choosing to come over to my table, by the way. Usually you save our tantalising small talk for when I come to the counter for a drink.”

This only emboldened his smirk, and he glanced back to see Luke quirking his brow at his usual game — he always distracted himself from helping out by busying himself with talking to you.

In seconds he’d sat himself down in the empty chair opposite you, leaning on your closed book and staring so intently into your eyes you felt your heartbeat quicken immensely.

“What do you want, Mariano?”

“Ouch, last name?” he pouted, “And here I thought we were friends.”

Your heart was racing at how close to you he seemed to be, but his assertion of your supposed ‘friendship’ dulled this a little.

It infuriated you that he spent so much time flirting, and then every other moment acting like his having any romantic interest in you was a ridiculous suggestion.

“Friends, hm?”

In all the time he’d been loitering around, lending you books, stealing your books, making you coffee and all-round just finding any reason to be near you, Jess had never been certain his attraction to you was reciprocated either.

You’d started out shy, unsure of why the hell he seemed so struck with talking to you when he appeared so disdainful of everyone else in Stars Hollow.

And then you’d warmed to him, you’d opened up, you’d spent evenings as the only two people in Luke’s — just talking for hours on end — only to the next day seem distant again.

He’d tried to reassure himself that you did like him too, and that you were just shy, but something always stopped him from passing the boundaries of friendship beyond flirtatious remarks.

“Am I being relegated to an acquaintance?” he placed a hand over his heart and screwed up his face like he was going to cry, before relaxing it and smirking once more, “Or is your inquisitive tone your way of hinting at your undying love for me?”

“Shut up,” you shoved his arm gently, watching him feign a gasp, “You’re a pain in the ass, you know that right?”

Jess scooted his chair even closer to the table, “I totally thought that was your favourite quality of mine. My mistake!”

You didn’t reply for a moment, challenging him with eye contact and feeling your chest tighten at the way he seemed to match the intensity.

“What’re you doing tonight?”

This was new — he normally just hinted at caring what you were up to, nudged for you to give away whether you were seeing anyone, and danced around flirting just enough that he could deny it if you called him out on it.

You gestured to the book he’d made himself comfortable on, “A riveting night of draining your establishment of coffee ‘til you close, finishing this book and then probably either starting another or binging some shitty tv.”

It was only now that he looked at the book he was leaning on, clocking that it was Ham on Rye and he was the one who’d lent it to you when you’d expressed a desire to read more Bukowski.

“How’re you finding it?”

“Oh, and apparently starting the Jess and Y/N book club,” you teased, “Yeah, I’m enjoying. Thank you again for letting me borrow it.”

He smiled, “Anytime. Want me to leave you alone ‘til you’re done with it?”

You pondered his question for a moment. You didn’t want him to go anywhere, but weren’t quite sure if you should suppress your eagerness for his company.

“No, no,” you bit your lip, “Its alright. Does—,” you almost asked if Luke needed him, in the hopes that he’d say no and you could ask him if he wanted to get out of there. Almost.

“Does… what?”

“Nothing, never mind,” you shook your head, blushing crimson at how closely he watched your every move, “Its quiet in here tonight.”

He shrugged, “I was hoping you’d ask if I wanted to get out of here, because Luke definitely doesn’t need me when it’s this dead.”

You smirked, “Is this you asking me to get out of here?”

“Maybe.”

“Cool.”

“Cool?”

“Yes, Jess, cool. Let’s go somewhere else,” you grinned, pulling your book from beneath his elbow slowly and watching him roll his eyes at your teasing smile as you did so, “I was going to ask that. Didn’t want to seem too eager and boost your ego.”

He feigned insult again, “Ego? What ego?!”

He rose to his feet as you packed your book into your bag, gesturing that he was going to go and tell Luke he was leaving and quickly sauntering over to the counter, where you just about overheard Luke mumble, “Finally asked then?”

That made your stomach swarm with butterflies — this was really happening.

All this time, and things were finally progressing.

Jess briefly disappeared behind the counter, before re-emerging with his jacket and opening the door to the diner for you to lead the way out.

“Where’d ya wanna go?” you asked, your voice quiet as you suddenly felt anxious about being so close to him.

Your feelings for Jess had been growing steadily for so long now, bubbling under the surface, and now you finally had an inkling he actually liked you too you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

He shrugged again, looking down at his feet with his hands stuffed in his pockets as he ambled through Stars Hollow at your side.

“We can just walk,” you hummed, “Or we can go to mine. I’ve, uh, got a treehouse out back that my dad built when I was a kid. Or not if that’s a really fucking lame suggestion.”

He kicked a stone at his feet, “No, that sounds good. Totally lame. But good.”

That pleased you enough to elicit a small hum from your lips, and you found yourself walking a little closer to him as you led the way to your house, “Good. Follow me then.”

When you arrived at your house it was empty as ever — the reason you spent so much time at Luke’s was the rarity of company at your own home given your parents’ busy work lives.

You grabbed a few drinks from the fridge, some snacks from the cupboard, and then led the way out back to the treehouse, which was lit with fairy lights and adorned inside with band posters and shelves of books.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/N, it’s less lame than expected,” Jess nudged your side as you crawled in and slumped down on the mattress in the corner of the room, scoffing at him, “I feel honoured to have the Jess Mariano’s approval.”

“Should I feel privileged to be up here?” he licked his lips, eyes glancing over at the torn “NO BOYS ALLOWED” sign discarded at the edge of the tree house too, “Or does the sad state of the sign suggest I’m one of many exceptions?”

You rolled your eyes, “If you’re jealous that other boys may have been up here, you can just say that, Jess. But you should feel privileged because you’re the first. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t even think twice about bringing you up here.”

He seemed to like that, his eyes glimmering as they darted between your lips and your eyes repeatedly while he found the words to respond.

“I’d say that means you like me, Y/N,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, and your close proximity left you shuddering as his breath fanned over your face, “Can’t say I blame you.”

His shit-eating grin made you roll your eyes for the millionth time tonight, “Here I was about to say maybe you were right. Thanks for snapping me out of it, shithead. I don’t like you nearly as much as you like yourself, huh.”

He just stared at you for a moment, eyes still twinkling and his breathing jagged.

“Funny, except I don’t think that’s true,” his head dipped to kiss you now, capturing your lips at first tentatively and then with increasing pressure as you kissed back.

He pulled back for a second, half smirking and half dazed, “Yep, I’d say you definitely like me.”

“Says the one who initiated the kiss,” you challenged, “And has been flirting with me incessantly since, like, the moment we met.”

He raised his eyebrow, “Oh is that so?”

“Are you denying it?”

“Oh no, I’ve definitely been flirting,” he licked his lips once more, desperate to kiss you again but trying to refrain for now, “It’s just funny that you’re only calling me out on it now.”

You gently shoved him and poked out your tongue, “I can kick you out of my treehouse whenever I want, you know.”

He only leaned closer again, “But you’re not gonna, are you?”

Jesus Christ you’d not been prepared for the palpitations in your chest right now. Your heart thrummed against your rib cage, drunk on the feelings that had only gotten stronger tonight.

“It’s your lucky day.”

You kissed him again, and the arm he wasn’t propped up on scooped around your waist to pull you closer and deepen the kiss, “Yeah, I guess it is.”

You stayed like this for god knows how long, joking around in between kisses and getting more and more comfortable in each other’s company, until he sat up abruptly and furrowed his brows.

“What’s wrong? Filled your kiss quota for the night and ready to leave or something?” you smiled, tongue in cheek, and he chuckled.

“Oh no, never. Just figured as much as I’d like to just kiss you, we should probably talk,” it was unlike Jess to look as nervous as he did right now.

In the time that had passed this evening, you’d grown comfortable enough to help him out a little here.

“I really like you, Jess.”

He wasn’t expecting that — you could tell from his wide eyes and open mouth, which he swiftly shut when he realised he was slack-jawed and silent.

He reached out to take your hand in his, fingers twiddling with yours, “You do? That’s, uh, good. ‘Cause I really like you too, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the little joyous giggle that escaped your lips, and he couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him at the sound of it, “D’you want to stay over tonight? We can sleep in here?”

He kissed your nose, relaxing back into his reclined position again, “If you’re sure… I’d like that.”

“‘Mm, c’mon then,“ you cuddled in a little closer to him, suddenly overcome with tiredness from the evenings events, “…’m sleepy.”

He smiled, a broader smile than he was sure he’d ever smiled before, happy you were finally this close to him. He dipped his head to kiss your forehead, interlocking your hands as you got comfortable on his chest.

“G’night beautiful,” he whispered, and you could hear his heart thrumming in his chest. You couldn’t believe you’d found this side of Jess Mariano. And you weren’t going to get over that joy any time soon.

“Night Jess,” you hummed, already half asleep, “You better be here when I wake up.”

“Oh I will, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.”

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ahhHhHhh i hope you enjoyed this !!! please feel free to make some requests if you’d like, or just let me know what you think! i’ve been in such a writer’s block funk lately — but hopefully i’m back now!

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𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯: 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦

Rating: T Pairing: Aether/Dew but also Aether/Everyone Word Count: 986 Featuring: Some angst and a bad dirty joke or two.

Also could count for "telling stupid jokes" which was the actual day 7 prompt because Dew is Dew and I couldn't resist.

Many thanks to the amazing @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together again. And to @ghuleh-recs for the divider which I am mildly obsessed with.

It’s worse than he thought.  He thought staying would be easy, but it’s clear the moment the buses pull away that it’s leaving that’s the easy part. Staying is agony. 

Aether knows he’s made the right choice. That Aeon is ready and the Ministry needs him here and that he and Sunny will be fine.But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. 

He watches the driveway until the dust settles, and then he turns his back, his pack out of sight, and walks back into the Abbey proper. Sunshine had already gone inside–a meeting with Imperator she said. But Aether thinks maybe she just wanted some time to herself–he doesn’t blame her. 

Aether keeps busy for the first couple weeks. Picks up extra shifts at the infirmary. He works most nights. The idea of climbing into an empty bed in the middle of the night makes his chest hurt–it’s easier to do it in the day time when he can imagine that the rest of his pack is going about their day–not gone. 

He talks to them on the phone every day. Dew video calls him from the bus after every show. Swiss texts him pictures of all of the weird snacks he buys. Cumulus sends him beautiful landscapes, and little I miss yous. They call call him–he speaks to at least one of them a day, usually more. 

The missing goes both ways. But they’re busy. He isn’t. Even with extra shifts, and begging Imperator for things to do–he even offers to help with taxes, which is a huge mistake, he still feels like he’s got too much time to think. 

He walks the grounds. Sits at the lake on warm summer days and thinks about how unfair it is that Rain is trapped on a bus and not here floating. He offers to help Sunshine take care of Mountain’s plants, but she waves him off. She’s been given very specific instructions, and one of them is to not let Aether anywhere near the greenhouse. 

He and Sunny cling to each other like a lifeline on harder nights. Especially once the rest of their pack has gone overseas and the timezones get more and more ridiculous to manage. They nap together, curled up in swatches of sunlight like cats. Aether wakes up warm, and comfortable, and loved and still feeling like one of his limbs has been removed. 

Dew calls him early one morning–before the sun is even up. It’s late wherever he is. Dark. Aether can barely see his face on the video call. Aether sits up in bed and rubs the sleep from his eyes. 

“Dew?” 

“Shit sorry, timezones. Forgot how early it is there. I can call later–”

“No,” Aether says quickly. Trying to force himself to look more awake. He turns on the light next to his bed. “No. No it’s fine. I’m up. Don’t go.” 

There must be something in his voice. A hitch. A tilt in pitch. Because Dew’s mouth pulls down just a little. A tiny frown of worry that Aether wishes he could reach through the screen and smooth away. 

“Not going anywhere, Starlight,” Dew promises. His bunk light switches on and Aether can see him better. Sitting up in the corner of his bunk. Phone resting on his knees. He’s eating chips from a bag that looks familiar. 

“Are you eating those weird chips Swiss got?” 

Dew nods. “I’m the only one who likes them. They’re good weird you know? You’d hate them.” 

Aether watches him chew and feels the ache start to ebb, just a little. The same way it always does when he gets one of his packmates to himself for a minute. When things feel unhurried and he can talk to them like they’re sitting next to him instead of a continent away. 

“Swiss said they tasted like ass.” 

“Probably why I like them,” Dew shrugs. Aether snorts. He smooths his hand over his face, dragging his fingers through the mess of his hair. 

“How many more weeks?” Aether asks, can’t help it. 

“Three,” Dew answers without hesitation. “Not that I’m counting.” 

“I am,” Aether admits. 

Dew frowns again, a little deeper. He looks at the screen a little too directly and Aether feels like he’s being seen in a way he isn’t ready for. 

“Yeah, Sunshine said you’ve been moping.”

“I haven’t been moping!”

Dew rolls his eyes. “Whatever. But just–you know we miss you too right? Like you’re not just stuck at home missing us while we have this grand adventure. It’s tour. It’s boring and humans are stupid and the food is awful. And it’s not the same without you.” 

“Isn’t Aeon doing–”

“Aeon’s fine. He’s good. He’s kicking ass every night but you know that isn’t what I mean. It isn’t all about the music you know.” 

Aether’s chest constricts. “I know.” 

“Nineteen days,” Dew says after a minute. He rolls the chip bag closed and for a minute that’s all Aether can hear, the ungodly crinkle of whatever magic material chip bags are made out of. “Less than three weeks.” 

“You are counting.” Aether teases. 

“Of course I’m counting,” Dew counters. “I’ve been counting since the day we left.” 

“You love touring.” 

“Yup,” Dew agrees, nodding. “I do. I still do. But I love you too, and just because I’m happy to be out here doesn’t mean I also don’t want to be there. I miss my bed. And being able to cook a meal that doesn’t come in a styrofoam cup. And you.” 

Aether feels his chest crack open, but this time it feels good. Warm. Like he really can reach out over all of these miles and slide his hand into Dew’s–just for a second. 

“You just miss me for my ass,” Aether teases. Awake now, and warm and loved despite his empty bed.  Dew laughs. “Well, I mean, it does taste better than those chips.”

[ooffmlsorry]

Law's Petname

A/N: Idk what this is...it's like half essay half story??? Once again bear with me lol

It took me forever to come up with a petname for Law whenever I write him. I think he'd be fine with babe and hon, maybe sweetheart, but the idea that his s/o wouldn't have a silly petname for him that's a little embarrassing doesn't seem right to me.

Because let's be honest as serious as Law is, I can't imagine he isn't (probably unconsciously) attracted to people that are goofy and silly. I mean, look at his crew and his friendship with Luffy (despite how he protests), and it probably goes back to Cora. A really goofy person who really, really cared about him and loved him. And even more so it could go back to his family. I may not be caught up on One Piece, but he sister was the one trying to drag him to a fair(? Parade?) to have some fun when he was trying to study.

His s/o trying to get him to have fun and tease him a little is basically a form of saying "I love you" to him. Whether they succeed or not in getting him to take chill pill and laugh doesn't matter, but I think the effort means a lot.

All this is to say as much as he would probably pretend to hate having a ridiculous mushy petname, he'd probably love it. So of course he would have one and then it came to me.

Buttercup

Mostly because of his hair. This feels cringe, but cringe is dead (mostly) and I'm trying to make a point.

LOOK AT HIS HAIR AND THEN LOOK AT HERS

Am I crazy? Looks a little like Buttercup. Hence the nickname.

I just imagine Law, not wearing his hat, half awake shuffling into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. His eyes are barely open he's so sleepy because he was up all night. He doesn't even realize you're there into you say

Buttercup Because his hair reminds you of a cartoon you used to watch as a child.

And he kind of hums gruffly not even processing what you said, just that his beloved spoke. And then it kind of...sticks. It's the first petname outside of babe that feels right when you say it.

The first time he registers that you've called him Buttercup, he blushes so hard. Out of the kindness of your heart respect for him you don't try it out until the two of you are alone. "Having a sleepover" as you call it, but you just sleep in Law's bed most nights these days so it's not really worth calling "a sleepover" if it's the norm. Resting your head on Law's chest and lazily tracing his tattoos you say, "you're so cozy, Buttercup." When you feel him tense you look up at him and his face is so red. He ducks his head in an attempt to hide his face, but there's no use.

So you say it again. "Like your new name? You're my Buttercup."

It takes him a moment to compose himself and ask where you got that from and explain that his hair reminds you of character named Buttercup from a show you watched when you were little.

And of course he's gonna act like he hates it when people are around, but he never once tells you to stop.

[ghuleh-recs]

It's @iamthecomet's birthday!!! Comet is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and in honor of her birthday I threw together a list of some of my all-time favorites of hers. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have enjoyed every. single. thing. Comet has written. On top of being an incredible writer, she is a DELIGHTFUL human being. She is SO ridiculously kind and quick to offer advice or support to whichever anon might be dropping into her inbox that day. We are beyond lucky to have such a talented, beautiful soul in this fandom. So go forth, treat yourself to some Comet fics, and leave some comments and kudos as a lil' bday treat ♡

recs under the cut.

Born Under a Troubled Sign - Aether x Dewdrop - 40.7k

Dewdrop goes from water to fire. It goes about as well as can be expected. *THE DEWDROP ANGST FIC OF ALL TIME. I will never stop recommending this and I am not sorry.

Dance With Me - Aeon x Swiss - 1.1k

“Dance?” Swiss rolls his eyes and curls his hand around Aeon’s forearm. He’s so warm. That’s the one thing about Swiss that stays constant even with the glamor. The heat of him. Aeon moves closer like a moth drawn to a flame, and Swiss abandons his grip on Aeon’s arm in favor of one around his waist. “Yeah,” Swiss whispers, leaning in to drag his nose up the side of Aeon’s neck. Inhaling sharply as he noses against his hairline. “That’s what I said.” “There’s no music?”

Tear Me Down - Dewdrop x Rain - 7.7k

Dew can't handle a bad day productively. Rain makes him handle it his way. They make some noise. They're probably never going to be allowed at this hotel again. “Yeah, yeah,” Dew says dismissively. Stroking from root to tip, watching the way Rain is leaking already. Like always. Wet from start to finish. “Can’t believe you’re still mouthing off.” Dew shrugs, watching Rain fill out in his hand, twisting his fist around the head, pressing his fingers to the underside. Rain’s flushed and shiny already. Each stroke makes his stomach clench. “You haven’t really given me a reason to stop.”

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 154) - Aeon x Dewdrop - 1k

Prompt: i will offer you my firstborn child for a new ghoul focused fic about him being praised about insecurities. i find comfort in my favs having the same issues as me, so the idea of him not really liking his body but being praised for it is just so good to me

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 16) - Aether x Cumulus x Dewdrop x Sunshine x Swiss - 1k

Could I request something with similar appreciation for a larger body for Cumulus? Any partner or multiple partners are fine. I crave some fat body appreciation and love on a soul level, I adore her so much and she deserves every inch of her beautiful plush figure to be lavished with attention and devotion.

Dewdrop & Sunshine are Chaos Incarnate - Dewdrop & Sunshine - <;1k

Prompt: I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit

Fill Your Lungs With Words - Aether x Dewdrop - 4.8k

He loves Dew when he’s two seconds away from self-immolation. Loves him when he’s badgering Mountain into letting him in the kitchen—which is always a bad decision. He loves him when he’s high and pliant, loves him when he falls asleep on Aether’s chest, a gentle purr rolling through his body. Aether’s fucking in love with him. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Let Me Decide What You Need - Mountain x Swiss x Rain - 8.6k

Rain and Swiss take Mountain down to studs. It's surprisingly easy.

Perfect Fit - Aeon x Cumulus - 1.2k

Cumulus tries on her old uniform. Aeon gets an eyeful. Can't really blame him for what happens next.

Comet's Mushy May Collection (Ch. 10) - Aether x Everyone (kinda) - 1k

Unspoken I love you / First I love you Love is an easy thing with them. The pack is full of it. Casual I love yous thrown over shoulders. The press of thumbs over knuckles, the slide of fingers together. They all fit together. Bonded by experience, by undeniable kinship. Aether feels it. Feels the swell of love, the burn of it in his chest. And he thinks about saying it back when Cumulus calls it to him. Thinks about whispering it in Dew’s ear when they’re curled up together. Thinks about letting those words fall off of his tongue again. It’s been…he could pretend he doesn’t know. He could just say it’s been a while. It’s been almost a year. He can pretend that he doesn’t know this down to the day—the minute almost. *this one hurts. you have been warned.

It's No Fun 'Til Someone Dies (series) - murder ghouls - 10k

Dew doesn’t understand how they haven’t figured it out yet. Humanity's persistence, its blindness will be its downfall. He’s in awe of the way they continue to insist to themselves that it’s normal for multiple people a month to just—vanish. To “go home” without taking any of their stuff. To flee in the middle of the night. Or fall from balconies, or down the stairs, or drown. That they haven’t figured out that the unlucky few are fodder for the machine that is the Ghost Project. Food, literally, for the hell-spawn that drives it forward. They spend their days looking at the Ghouls like they are something to be attained. A prize to win. Dew is happy to encourage it. To let them walk right into the trap. He runs his teeth over his fangs. He can still taste the blood.

* Okay I need to stop myself because I could keep going indefinitely.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[puppiesandnightlock]

LINK: At least it’s not as dull as fitting like a glove

summary: Damian and Jon are, well, Damian and Jon.

They're idiots about their hideously obvious feelings, and their friends are *so* done with them. Time for operation Damijon.

otherwise known as the friends meddling >:)

“Alright, this is getting ridiculous.” Maya wrinkled her nose, watching Jon knock Damian in the shoulder, the shorter boy grumbling as he knocked back, hint of a smile on his face.

“They’re like, disgustingly mushy.” Colin agreed. “It’s horrible.”

“They should kiss.” Skyler nibbled on her pencil, sharing a sketchbook with Akira, who looked up and grinned.

“Is this meddling, I hear? Are we meddling?”

Maya nodded solemnly. “We’re meddling.”

“-eT OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT-” They looked over at the exclamation, Damian squawking as Jon flopped on him, going limp and forcing all his weight onto the smaller boy, who was mostly upright.

Akira pointed a pen at them, considering for a moment. ”Gay.”  

“You’re gay.” Skylar kicked them under the table playfully. 

“Yes, I very much am.” 

“Children, please, back to the matter at hand.” Maya clapped. “What do we know about Jon?”

“He was an asshole!” Colin chirped.

“He was probably being an asshole specifically to Damian for attention.” Skylar added. “And he’s tall.”

“He has black hair and makes bad fashion choices.” 

“He could probably be a jock in a different life.”

“He’s like, secretly Nick Nelson but not British.”

“And not nearly as nice, less manners and more fictionally jock-like.”

“I mean anything useful.” Maya cut them off, rolling her eyes fondly.

“His best friend is a girl named Kathy, and her parents run a diner downtown. Also, he’s a secret southern good boy who would get whacked over the head with a wooden spoon if his grandmother knew he was acting like this.” 

Akira looked up from stenciling a piece they wanted to throw up on the school alleyway. “I follow her on Insta.”

“Something helpful, thank you.” Maya grinned. “Okay, we’re getting this Kathy chick in on this, Akira, send the address and we’ll meet up there this weekend, provided they aren’t there for a not-date.”

“Got it.” Akira pulled out their phone and tapped at it, creating a chat.

New Chat: literally_nobody, End_the_cycle, Sky_high_dreams

End_the_cycle has changed the name to: Op Damijon

End_the_cycle: idk i think it sounds good

Sky_high_dreams: when they get married we should make them a wedding sign with this

Art.is.lit(erature): woodworking bet

Anyways heres the address - link

literally_nobody: Sounds good

 everyone meet there at like 12:30-ish, thats when they have tutoring so they def wont b there.

“Why are they all on their phones?” Jon whispered, pulling out his own. They were watching their friend, having grown curious at the lack of chatter, not that they’d really been listening to it from how they’d been badly flirting messing around with each other.

“They’re sitting in front of each other, they can talk face to face.” Damian grumbled, before looking over Jon’s shoulder, resting his chin there.  “Maybe someone died?”

“Nah, no one’s socials have blown up.” he leaned back a bit, raven curls falling into Damian’s vision, causing his nose to scrunch up. He blew the hair upwards, getting a glance at the screen.

“Weirdos.” Jon muttered, putting his phone away. Damian nodded, the two still attached to each other and now swaying back and forth with the light breeze.

“Very much so.”

“Oi!” Jon shouted. Damian startled, having grown accustomed to the peace and detached himself from the taller boy, much to Jon's disappointment. “What are y’all doing? ” 

Four phones were promptly slammed face down onto the table, followed by a multitude of bad explanations. 

“What makes you think we’re dining anything anyways?” Colin challenged, Maya pinching the bridge of her nose behind him.

“Fine, don’t tell us.” Damian muttered. “A four year old could lie better than you.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Jon poked his cheek, laughing as his hand was swatted away. 

“Are you insinuating I am a four year old, Kent?” 

“You’re as short as one.” 

“It’s not my fault you’re practically a giant!” he crossed his arms, before realizing Jon’s mischievous expression. “No. whatever you’re thinking, stop.”

He was scooped up not ten seconds later, screaming obscenities as Jon cackled. The four on the table shared a glance, one thought in their heads.

Truly sickening, they were. Oblivious and ridiculously pining.

Maya was outside of the diner at 12:30, impatiently tapping her foot as she waited for at least a head of red hair to come bobbing down the sidewalk. She watched the servers swoop in and out, a blond freckled one catching her eye. According to Akira’s phone, this girl matched the description of Kathy. 

“Hey, welcome! How many for ya today?” 

Maya coughed, coming in face first with the girl. “Erm, four. Hey, you’re Kathy, right?”’

She hoped she didn’t sound stalker-ish. Judging by the way the girl squinted her eyes suspiciously, she probably did.

“Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Maya, and I'm a friend of Damian and Jon’s.”

Kathy lit up at the mention, but before she could respond, Colin came barreling through the door, catching himself on Maya. 

“Sup, M? Akira volunteered to pick up Skylar, they should be almost here.” He looked between them. “Hey, are you Kathy? Did Maya tell you about Damijon?”

“Damijon?” Kathy asked at the same time Maya sighed and said, “I was getting there when you so rudely interrupted.”

“Oops.” Colin grinned, looking between them. “I’m Colin.”

“Yo!” Akira, followed Skylar, came through the door, one looking extremely pleased, and the other mourning the loss of their paint-splattered jacket. “Sky made me change.”

“What’s wrong with what you normally wear? And where’s your jacket?” Colin asked.

“That’s what I said! And she made me leave it, I feel naked.” To make a point, they shivered, and Skylar smacked their arm.

“Don’t be so dramatic.” 

They stuck their tongue out at her in retaliation, Colin and Skylar laughing. Maya sighed, turning to Kathy and asking for a table for four, loudly asking for three children’s menus. They all eventually made it to the table, all five nursing milkshakes, as Kathy had asked for her break.

“Okay, so let me get this straight, they aren’t dating yet? Cause when they came in, they seemed awfully couple-like. Milkshakes and fries, and It was more of an apology from Jon. He’s been texting more, waxing poetic about him.”

“Really?” Maya leaned forwards. “Damian hasn’t said shit about Jon, not that he’s had time to, they're attached to the hip and he barely uses his phone.”

“Okay, so we know that they are most definitely pining for each other, and Jon’s more vocal about it. They both like milkshakes, Damian's a little too attached to his grades to not be hiding from his feelings, and they are more similar than they think. Should we have them commit a felony together?”

Colin swirled his straw around what was left in his glass, Skylar sighing. “I have a feeling they’ve already done that, his lock pick kit was used.”

“How would you know that?” Akira perked up, Skylar looking away. “That’s for me to know, and none of you to find out.”

“We should try something legal.” Maya said. “Anything going on so far? Worst case scenario, we trap them in a closet.”

“Smallville’s having a festival in a few weeks. I know Jon’s been dying to go back, an’ my family goes every year. If y’all can get Damian to say yes, I can get Jon’s parents to agree.” Kathy suggested.

“We can make it sound like a friend's outing, and then leave them together,” Akira added.

“Ask the person to rig the Ferris wheel or something so that they end up on top with no way down!” Colin chirped. “They have fireworks at this fair?”

Skylar hesitated, “Maybe something less traumatic.” 

Kathy, however, seemed to love the idea, nodding enthusiastically. “As long as Damian ain’t scared of heights, we’re fine. There are plenty of other rides we could ‘accidentally’ leave ‘em alone in.”

“This will be more fun than i thought.” Maya pulled out her phone, grinning. “A few weeks' time and we can get them together, no problem.”

Damian’s phone buzzed as he pointed out a specific problem, explaining the process. He ignored it, but not five seconds later, Jon’s did as well.

“Permission to check, Teach?” Jon grinned, picking up his phone anyways. 

“Granted.” Damian answered, picking up his phone as well. Maya had texted Damian, detailing the dates and time that they would be doing this, leaving no room for a yes or no answer. Kathy’s was a more nice version, asking Jon if he’d like to come down to Smallville for the fair in a few weeks, and that the rest of his friends would be coming as well.

Damian seemed less pleased, but softened as he saw Jon's excitement, and beneath it, a strong pang of bittersweet.

“Will your parents allow you?” Damian said. “My brothers will, my father will not have much of a say in the matter. One of them will probably make their way with us.”

“I want to. God, I want to so bad.” Jon’s forehead fell into his hand, pushing up the curls that so often fell into his face. “My parents haven't let me go down for so long, I don't know why they’d say yes now.”

Damian mulled over it for a bit. “If your brother tells them he wants to go too, would they be more susceptible to letting you go? Since everyone else is going, and your childhood friend’s family whom they trust is the one offering it?”

“I guess, but he wouldn’t want to come.” Jon grumbled. 

“He can fake it. Your parents are rarely home anyways, right? Shouldn’t be that hard.” 

“I’ll talk to him, see what he says.” Jon pocketed his phone, looking at the time. “Can we call it an early day, Dami?”

“If the first thing you do is talk to your brother, yes.”

Jon grinned, pulling him to his side and rubbing his nose in the soft brown hair. “You’re the best, Dames. See you in a bit.”

Damian flushed, but only nodded, sliding his bag over his shoulder and sending a soft smile towards Jon, pink still dusting his cheeks.

“So let me get this straight. You want me to lie to mom and dad for you, and tell them that I oh so desperately wish to go back to the countryside for a fair, so that you can go down with your friends and possibly woo Damian.” Kon had his arms crossed, looking largely unamused.

“I didn’t say that last part!” Jon huffed, running a hand through his curls. “And Dami said one of his brothers might come too, for supervision. Ask Tim to come if you don’t want to lie.”

“I’m going to lie for you.” Kon decided after a beat. “But you’d better come home with a boyfriend.”

“Kon!” 

Nonetheless, everyone was extremely excited for the next few weeks, the fair landing on a long weekend. They all met up in front of the Brandens’ restaurant, the carpool going big. One of Damian’s siblings and their partner had opted to come along, much to Kathy’s parents' relief. Seven teenagers and only the two of them would have been a disaster. 

The Waynes had the bigger car, so the kids would be in that one, while they followed the Brandens’ car to the farm they still kept in the countryside. 

“ROAD TRIP!” Colin yelled gleefully. Akira looked pained at the sight, Damian rolling his eyes and putting in his earbuds before they were even in the car. Jon and Kathy were both talking a mile a minute, regaling Skylar and Maya with tales of their youth in Smallville.

One by one, they shuffled into the car, Damian and Jon sitting in the back with Maya and Kathy, Colin, Akira, and Skylar squeezing into the front. 

“All ready?” the driver called, and the car exploded into cheers and laughter, shoving each other and hugs. 

This would be a rather eventful weekend, wouldn’t it?

[kaeyachi]

I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS FOR LANTERN RITE

Spoilers below

First of all, I spent the entire time dreading what pain Gaming's plotline would have brought me. I was stressing the entire time! I'm sure the plotline is hitting too close to home for some of us...

Which brings me to the ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS GROUP OF THOUSAND YEAR OLDS (and their children) BEING CHAOTIC MESSES

Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper are the comedic duo i did not anticipate, but the moment they did their dialogue to distract Gaming, I couldn't stop cackling. Please, they're both stupidly hilarious! THE DUST THEY WERE MAKING AS THEY RAN WAS SO COMICAL. I love their npc looking asses lmaaaooooo

Zhongli randomly appearing surprised me! But you know what surprised me even more? XIAO (the amount of screenshots I took when he appeared...). I am absolutely sure Zhongli went all the way to Wangshu just to get Xiao to meet with him. We gotta appreciate Zhongli managing to get Xiao to consider visiting him more (pls visit Zhongli more often Xiao)

BUT THAT BEGS THE QUESTION: Do we have a date tomorrow??? With Xiao? Please let it be us Xiao. We love kite flying (also thanks again Zhongli for promting this) HOYO PLEASE LET THIS BE ANOTHER XIAO DATE!

Another comedic duo I did not expect are Shenhe and Xianyun! While Cloud Retainer does not sound natural in her speeches (shes trying!), Shenhe absolutely obliterated the sanity of the entire conversation just by being herself! (they got Gaming to think theyre purposely making themselves look bad lmao)

Yip Tak's "aiya" spoke to my soul. Please save this NPC dad from everyone else.

The cutscene for the actual lantern rite? Spectacular. Absolutely beautiful. Gaming's performance brings me back to my childhood (yearly, lion dancers would enter my school and perform for us. It was magical then, it's still magical now)

Unexpectedly made me wonder about Keqing x Charlotte though! (Charqing?) They're actually cute! They got Charlotte casually taking pics of Keqing while an entire event was on going lmao (she did it multiple times pfft) Gotta respect using up your film like that Charlotte.

Yaoyao and Qiqi! They soften my heart so fast! More of them too, please hoyo!

Finally, Gaming running to hug his dad (who he probably hasnt hugged in such a long time at that) made me tear up. They're not perfect, but they are on better terms, and that's way more than many of us would ever have...

Im very soft and mushy at the moment (and a bit jealous of Gaming coz that fr went so well...naol), so I guess my final thought on this matter is HAPPY LANTERN RITE

[evolutionsvoid]

So you find yourself trudging through the jungle, perhaps looking for a rare specimen or maybe duped into searching for some "lost temple" or whatnot. It is hard work navigating this labyrinth of trees and fighting your way through the understory. The sheer heat and humidity ain't helping much either! So you stop in a clearing to catch your breath and drink some water, when suddenly rain starts to fall. If this journey couldn't get any worse! Sadly, it isn't even a refreshing rain, cool and clear, but a warm suffocating one. And it seems....a bit sticky too. As you see these thick gooey droplets fall upon your shoulder, you realize it isn't raining anywhere else around you, and this stuff is coming down in awkward globs. You touch this goop with your fingers, as apparently that is the only way to confirm if it is water or something else, and indeed find it to be warm and sticky. At this point you immediately drop everything and make a break for it, knowing full well that something is lurking up above you. No time should be wasted in getting away from that spot, only investigating further when you are somewhere more secure. Well, that is what you would do if you weren't an idiot, but if the stories and pulp novels were directing this scene, you would somehow find no need for haste.

You would instead fondle this odd goop in your fingers, and maybe take a whiff because why not. Certainly gathering critical information by doing this! And then once more falls down around you and you finally come to the conclusion it isn't just water (probably because you stuck it in your mouth), you decide to look up. But slowly! Wouldn't want to ruin the tension! Just stand locked in place and very slowly tilt your head upward, just in time to see a massive slug drop down from the branches and ruin your day (and probably life). What a load of rot! Do people seriously read these things? The pulp novels, I mean, not my journal entries. The sheer stupidity that some of those characters display is mind boggling! Why aren't you getting away from the saliva shower? Why do you have to touch blood to determine that it is indeed blood? It's ridiculous! Am I the only one irritated by this kind of writing?! I thought Eucella would find it all dumb too, but whenever I am in her office and talking about it, she always puts her head in her hands and makes a comment about how she has work to do. Really likes avoiding that subject, so she probably secretly likes that stuff. After all, she did write some pretty pulpy mushy stuff back in the day, so that might actually be her bread and butter. Oh, I am rambling again! Right! Back to the entry!

So why did I make this tale about someone getting dropped on by a giant slug? Because this entry is talking about a giant slug! The Spotted Keelback, to be exact! The Spotted Keelback is a species of, well, giant slug (doing great, Chlora), but it would be better to say that they are actually related to Carcolhs! Now do note, I did not say that they are Carcolhs, rather that they are related. As you can probably see, one group has a big ol shell on their back, while the Spotted Keelback very obviously doesn't. It seems they once shared a common ancestor, but eventually split and became the two different groups we see today. The Spotted Keelback does share some similarities in size and general anatomy, especially with that fierce radula of theirs! Developed into a very toothy mandible that can easily shred through skin and flesh. The main difference you can see is that they do not have the oral tendrils that Carcolhs have, rather their snout ends in stubby orifices or nozzles. These are why I talked about the warm sticky saliva up above (is it weird if I keep writing that? Not sure), as from these orifices come large amounts of gooey mucus. This stuff is similar to what coats the Lou Carcolh's oral tendrils, as it is like a fast acting adhesive once it makes contact with a surface. The difference here, though, is that this mucus is capable of forming long strands and webs, with incredible strength that can support the weight of the Spotted Keelback or human sized prey! Of course, it depends on the thickness of this gooey rope, as thin ones do more to entangle than actually lift up its food. This glue slime doesn't just come from their oral tubes, but from their foot and breathing pore too! It should be noted that while this mucus can grip prey and surfaces tightly, the Spotted Keelback can slither through this stuff effortlessly! It wouldn't be effective if they could get caught in their own trap!

From my earlier tale and talk of the glue snot, you can probably already guess how the Spotted Keelback hunts. Their mucus is used to snare and entangle prey, slowing them down or trapping them for the slug to come in and finish them off. They choose to hunt by ambush, typically waiting up in the thick branches above for prey to pass by down below. Their actual techniques in trapping prey can vary, as they have a few tricks. One is to find a clearing and drop thick puddles of this mucus on the ground, perfect for catching the legs of those who step in it. Another is to hang long strands of mucus down from the branches, often coated in leaves and detritus to look like random vines. Those who blunder through them will find these "vines" holding them fast, and their confusion and struggling is often enough to tie them up more and give the Keelback time to slink in. There is also the tactic of waiting in the branches and then shooting out a wide spray of mucus to shower down on prey like a gooey net. All very valid strategies! In most cases, the Spotted Keelback has created itself a long thick strand of mucus that it uses to hang itself from, suspending it in the air right above the target. When victims get tripped up, the Keelback will release its grip on this mucus rope and plunge down onto its meal. Its boneless nature means nothing gets broken from such a fall, but the same typically cannot be said for their prey. The sheer weight of a Keelback dropping on you can knock the wind out of you, break bones and leave you in a very bad situation. Its coating of mucus from its foot will affix them to prey, and their muscly body won't wait to coil around the victim and hold them tight. From there, fangs filled with paralytic venom will be jabbed in to fully stop their food from fighting back. And once they are rendered immobile, the fang-filled radula will be used to shred them into easy to eat chunks. 

Since the jungle and rainforests are active places with a lot of hungry mouths, the Spotted Keelback will typically take its kill somewhere else to enjoy. They will coat it in mucus then slither up a tree carrying a long strand still connected to the carcass. Once up in the branches, the food is then pulled up and suspended mid-air. Now the slug can slither down and enjoy its meal in peace, as no large predators or scavengers can reach them in this position, and smaller ones risk getting caught in their glue trap! Kind of a beautiful way to eat, hanging in the air like that! Though elegance is far from the mind once they start digging in, as blood and meaty bits start flying and raining the ground down below. Smaller critters do love that part, darting into this meat shower for free scraps.  

The slime strands they create and rappel from play a large part in their lifestyle. Obviously, it is big for hunting, but it is also how they escape predators, hold onto kills they cannot finish in one sitting and also do their whole reproduction thing. Like Carcolhs, Keelbacks are hermaphrodites, so any two of their species will do when it comes to mating! When the breeding season is on, the Keelbacks will lay down pheromone laced trails of slime wherever they go, as others can use it to follow them when they catch the scent. The individual as well will be looking for goo trails to track down mates, following it until they run into the secretor! Once two slugs meet, it is time for mating, which I must say is an incredibly beautiful display! It is truly a show you have to see to believe! Hopefully I am not sounding too weird about this. Actually, am I allowed to go into detail on this subject? Ah whatever, full speed ahead! Eucella will cut it out if she finds it inappropriate, but that is nature! Animals have sex, how do you think we get more animals?! So the two Keelbacks will create a long thick strand of mucus that hangs from high up in the trees. The two shall dangle from this strand and intertwine their bodies. Once they are suspend and wrapped around one another, they will evert their large, long and surprisingly colorful penises to inject the other with sperm. I would include a drawing of that, but I feel like I am already testing my luck with this description (I can already feel Eucella's red inked quill hanging above this whole section)! Like I said though, it is shockingly beautiful, and the end result is hundreds of eggs laid by each slug. These egg clusters are hung from sticky strands where predators cannot reach them. When the young hatch, it is up to them to fend for themselves. 

Spotted Keelbacks are opportunistic predators that will happily try to eat anything that enters their trap, so that means humans are on the menu! Dryads are technically in danger too, as they will drop on any moving thing down below but won't know it tastes awful til they have their radula buried in our neck. With this, the species is feared by both locales and outsiders. Some folks call them "Jaguar Slugs" due to their large size, spotted pattern and carnivorous diet. Their glue slime is collected by some to serve as an adhesive, good for fusing two things together or repairing damage to homes, canoes and other things. Their meat is considered to be incredibly tender and delicious, and their hide is worn for ceremonial garbs or just straight up bragging rights. Hunting them typically calls for offering them a sacrifice, driving another animal into their trap so the Keelback descends upon them. Once it is distracted by this bait, the hunters rush in with spears and drive them in deep. Whatever weapons are used for this hunt should be ones you aren't afraid of losing, as when you plunge them in, good luck ever getting them out. One of the dangers of eating Spotted Keelback is finding a spear head or arrow tip in the middle of your meal. Some say finding one that was lost in a failed hunt is a sign of bad luck, which I find to be an understatement when you suddenly find yourself chewing on a spearhead.

Chlora Myron

Dryad Natural Historian

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"Spotted Keelback"

What else we need for Halloween? Snails and Slugs! Or more so just slugs!

[thotsofintrusion]

Hii! Since you're asking for asks, I wanted to request for an 8turn reaction to their younger s/o calling them "oppa" For the first time. It's fine if you're not okay with it.

oooo this’ll be cute!!! if i can pull it off lol

i am gonna do this as if their s/o is a foreigner, since it would be totally normal for a korean to call them oppa lol

also just a gentle reminder (not at you necessarily anon, just in general) i don’t write anything romantic for people born after 05, so seungheon won’t be included in this

🍭jaeyun

honestly i don’t think it’ll matter that much to him

he may actually think it’s weird lol

since he’s from new zealand, he probably didn’t grow up with that word being used around him

so i doubt he’d care or think of it as important

💗myungho

in love

the first time he hears you call him oppa he gets so soft and mushy

and like yeah he’s always soft but damn

he almost proposed

loves when you call him any pet name but oppa just hits different

call him oppa if you want to get your way

🧸minho

suddenly you’re dating your grandma

seriously every time you call him oppa the urge to take care of you gets even stronger

wants to wrap you in a blanket and keep you there forever

you’re his baby now

he will attend to your every want and need

gets so fond it’s ridiculous

you’re not allowed to call him oppa with the members around because he overdoes the pda

☀️yoonsung

honestly this was really hard to figure out

i can barely imagine him with a younger s/o at all

probably likes it but prefers pet names and the like

wants you to call him ‘my love’ and ‘dear’ and ‘sweetheart’

like an old lady

is happiest when you’re calling him like he’s your princess

being called oppa makes him feel like he has to take care of you

not that he’s opposed to that but you know

he’s a princess

☔️haemin

this bitch has an oppa kink

you’re done for

sorry

i don’t make the rules

🍰kyungmin

could not care less

like yoonsung, would prefer you called him pet names

likes being called jagiya best

will also enjoy puppy, baby, and minnie

🎤yungyu

ha!

he may just have a heart attack actually

he’ll definitely have a mild panic attack at least

but once he calms down

you’re never allowed to call him anything else again

seriously

he won’t respond to anything else

so think carefully about this decision

[mickey10213]

I know it's old news at this point, but something that will always be funny to me that I don't see enough people talking about -- probably because it's so dumb and irrelevant -- but I just love how the Sakura/SS fandom love to come for SP over anything regarding that girl and their ship. Despite the fact that I personally see SP give so many unwarranted good moments for them compared to negative moments, but that's none of my business.

I would also like to state that I am not a fan of the Restuden series, especially Sasuke and Naruto Restuden from the things I've read. Mainly because I think the plot itself is entirely stupid and out of left field for Naruto to suddenly become basically allergic to Kurama in his late twenties early '30s. I could honestly care less about the shipy moments in these novels, but when will people admit the only reason that they like these stories is because it caters to one specific ship? You honestly don't think the story is good because it's not. You just like that Sakura gets highlight to her romance and to some random badass moments. Like come on? How long can you really sit here and pretend that you like that they're fighting dinosaurs? Especially with the largest dinosaur being a herbivore? I'll wait.

Anyway the point I'm trying to make is they praise Jun Esaka, who I'm rather indifferent towards but I find the hate she gets quite ridiculous and absurd at points. They often claim she should be the writer and take over for Boruto because she is a SS shipper and in her stories that involve them she makes content that suits their needs. I.e. Sasuke being a jealous simp and mushy father, Sakura being more confident and damn near wearing the pants in their relationship, random powers that other characters specialize in but suddenly they can use it (for example all of a sudden Sakura can use sensory jutsu, which is Karin's specialty, and Sasuke can use healing and ice style), And overall just all the romance that they had hoped for. Again for example the infamous ring scene, which depending on who you ask was either a good adaption or SP was ruining Sakura. And then you have the lake scene which again they bash them for cutting out certain moments. And finally you have Sasuke screaming for his wife and just overall them being lovey-dovey. And actually don't even get me started on the horrendous motorcycle scene that I guess is in Naruto Restuden, which is the only reason they want that novel adapted but not Kakashi's cause I guess they're not in that.

(Same fans that will come at Hinata for holding hands with Naruto after Neji died despite giving a whole speech pertaining to her cousin, are also the same fans that want Sakura and Sasuke to kiss over a dying Naruto while she drives a motorcycle.... Make it make sense)

Anywho I'm getting so far off my topic but I'm also getting close to my point. The thing I find so funny about Retsuden fans, is the fact that since the anime was far ahead of the manga adaptation, we got to see Sakura get tricked and stabbed by Jiji. When this episode came out, the outpour of rage and disrespect towards this studio -- who has both good and bad moments and I am not a full defender of them because I will admit they can be very biased -- was all I could see on Twitter. I honestly see why people say Twitter is such a toxic place because the fandom on that is just ridiculous. It's just constant arguing more so than on here. Anyway that's besides the point, but I saw so many people trash and compare the anime to the novel since the manga had not gotten to that point yet. They like to say why did he hug her? He never hugged her! There they go making Sakura weak again because she would never do that! Why would she let another man hug her when her husband is right there? Just wait until Sasuke sees what he did to his wife! And just basically overall a bunch of nastiness towards the fact that Sakura was pulled in for a hug by Jiji for an uncomfortably good while before getting stabbed in the back and she did nothing to stop it.

So the funny part is that while everybody is raging about this moment and saying wait till the manga adaptation comes out because the manga follows closely to the novel; The Manga is so much better, there's nothing but silence when it comes out that the manga did the same exact thing. If not did her dirtier than the anime did AKA than SP did.

Now I don't know what was written in the novel specifically, cuz I have not read it. But the gist of what I'm getting from people who have posted about it is that Sakura is just pulled back and stabbed. There's no hug. In the anime, Sakura is pulled back into a hug where Jiji rests his hand on her head and she just stands there before he stabs her in the back and drops her. Now in the oh so beloved and highly praised and worshiped manga adaptation that everyone was saying would do the novel justice, Sakura gets grabbed and pulled into a hug where, again, Jiji rests his hand on her head before stabbing her in the back. Now the difference is as far as I know, which I could probably be wrong because I never watched further in the scenes than what was on Twitter, is that in the anime he just lets her crawl because the kunai was poisoned.

But in the manga he kicks her in her face while she's already down and feeling the effects of the poison making her knock back against the wall.

Now tell me which one disrespects her more. I'll wait. Because after that panel came out, the only thing I heard was that the manga adaptation was going to be put on a hiatus. That was the only thing that was going around despite that being one of the last panels. Where is the outrage that she let somebody hug her that wasn't her husband, where is the calls for the artist to quit his job or that he's wrong and that that would never happen to her? Where is the same amount of rage that y'all put towards SP for animating that but not towards the artist who drew it?

To be honest this fandom, especially Sakura/ss fans really baffle me. I can get wanting moments and great things for your favorites, and I'm not going to pretend that it's only their fandom that acts this way because I've seen plenty of other fandoms including the fandom of my personal favorite Hinata acting out of control, but the amount of blatant hypocrisy and doubled standards that they have towards animators and content creators and anything that has to do with Naruto works is hilarious and astounding.

Yes your ship might be the most popular, and yes your ship might be known as the most powerful in the series. But unfortunately you are one of the most toxic fandoms and I feel bad for the actual neutral parties that just actually enjoy it and don't make it as if they're being bullied every time something doesn't go their way for this ship and character. I now see why people say there is a difference between being a regular Sakura fan and being a Sakura fan that also ships Sasuke and Sakura. And vice versa too when it's said there's a difference between being a Sasuke fan and a Sasuke fan who ships Sasuke and Sakura.

No hate to this author Jun Esaka. I wish her nothing but the best with her pregnancy and with her career because clearly she has fans, as biased as they may be. And to the people who constantly wish harm on this woman just because you don't like her preferences need to get a grip on reality and realize it's literally just cartoons. Yes we can love them and they can inspire us and we can enjoy them, but it is just content for our entertainment. People really need to stop putting their contempt for a character into reality and onto a real person. It is not and will never be that serious. And speaking of reality checks, my final point is that that one manga panel was the exact reality check that that fandom needed to slow their freaking roll and stop having this weird biased hate towards a studio that has often done more good than harm for their ship compared to others.

If you read this till the end, thank you for listening to my opinions and if you have something to say, keep it clean please. This is just my opinion.

[baura-bear]

hello i am here to deliver my daily cowboy javid thoughts. tonight: jack struggling with feeling like he's loved by david and david continuing to be sweet and lovey dovey.

so like.. let's say jack had to leave camp for a few days to attend some business. and david thought that he can handle it just well, but turns out he missed jack, like a whole lot. and so the night jack is supposed to come back home, david stays up ridiculously long just to see jack and greet him and finally see him after those few long days. and as soon as he sees jack he literally just throws his arms around him and hugs him so so tightly. and jack is a little confused--he immediately assumes that something bad must've happened because he isn't used (yet) to such displays of affection. and so he's like "hey, davey, something happened?" and david just shakes his head and looks at him with a look of pure unadulterated love and sighs all dreamily. which makes jack even more nervous. and when they finally lay down together and david hugs jack so tenderly again, and also kisses him breathles, jack is really starting to think that there's a big storm coming. and so when david finally parts, jack just gives him a worried look and asks what's wrong again. and david is all like "huh?" and then he realizes that jack is *that* dense and insecure. and so he just sighs fondly and smiles patiently and kisses jack again. and simply goes "nothing's happened, i just missed you. a whole lot." and jack is so taken aback, because, hell, david actually missed having him around? and when david also adds "because i love you" jack literally disintegrates on the spot. and david probably spends the rest of the night just telling jack how loved and wonderful and amazing he is..

so sorry for dumping another long ass pargraph here. i am insane about them

Yeah I’m being normal about this rn actually I’m definitely not screaming into my pillow

Just the mere thought🤌 of Jack and David being so sweet and tender and all the soft kisses and hugs and mushy lovey shit I start going feral I start turning into a werewolf I start chewing on the couch and barking at squirrels

The moment it both clicks for them and they’re like ☝️🤨wait we’re BOTH hopelessly in love ✊😲 who was gonna tell me??? LIKE HNNGNHNHNGN THEY DONT EVEN REALIZE HOW SMITTEN THEY EACH ARE!!!!

[rosethreeart]

SOMEONE wanted all 50 asks for romerica and who am I to deny them UwU

this is for you bestie

1. Describe their first date.

They met in the roaring 20s so probably a speakeasy or a silent movie!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Abby wakes up early and Romano could probably sleep past noon and take a nap right after

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Abby: what a charming young man

Romano: HOTTIE!!!

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

They’re constantly touching its ridiculous

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

They bicker like an old married couple but it’s always a joke they hardly ever actually argue. Usually it’s about one of their bad habits; Abby overworking and Romano being a bit of a slob

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

Romano adores make up sex like best way to apologize to him lmao. For Abby you need to show you corrected your behavior or are in the acts of correcting it.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Very!

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Abigail loves how laidback and charming he is. He’s humble, passionate, and always finds a way to see the beauty in something.

Romano loves how smart and dedicated and sweet she is. She has an unwavering sense of kindness and is always willing to try new things!

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

They both dislike how insecure the other is. Sometimes Abby can be way too work oriented and Lorenzo a little too laid back which might make them butt heads a little.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Cooking, music, and theater!

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

They’re disgusting with how mushy they are. Romano: hot-shot, babe, tiger, hun/honey, sugar, sweetheart

Abigail: bella, bambina, Caramella, amore, my love, my darling, my everything

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

They mope for at least three days straight before slowly going back to being a person lmao. Romano WILL count down to the second to when he could see her again

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

The wrote letters and sometimes still do, and dedicate at least one day a week for talking on the phone

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Overtly

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Really any Dean Martin song lmao also Absolutely Smitten by Doddie

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

No 💀

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

They communicate pretty well; nether enjoy beating around the bush. They’ve learned to be very open with each other early on in their relationship as it was the only way Abby would actually even consider viewing him as a friend(she has abandonment issues)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

They’re by the others side the whole time

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Abigail is a serial clothes thief. Romano is constantly gifting her jewelry.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Hugs and cuddles are very effective <3

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

God they crave nothing but it. They constantly talk and think about the lives they would live if they were human

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

Goofy goobers both of them

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Trust, dedication, affection, and understanding

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

They compliment each other and balance each other out although it causes them to clash on the rare occasion

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

They have their own separate houses that the other vists

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Abigail has to sacrifice her work time but that’s better for her in the long run so she can’t really complain

Romano had to put down the walls he’s built and that knee jerk defense reaction; once again better for him in the long run

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Kisses on the hand/forehead, doing things for the other like cleaning and cooking, hugs, and holding each other

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Romano!

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

Romano gets in bed first but is usually last to fall asleep; he’s just chilling in there. They’ll usually talk about their day and cuddle till they sleep

(not counting sex lmao)

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Abigail is very much a time spent and verbal love language and Romano is a gift/ task and verbal love language.

I’d say so

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Very at least once a week usually out for dinner or a show or movie

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Romano had like one glass of wine with dinner and that’s it when he’s with her. She doesn’t like alcohol or men drinking/being drunk so he limits it.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Abigail can’t flirt to save her life but she tried and it’s cute so task failed successfully. Have you SEEN Romano?? There’s a reason he keeps winning those polls 😂

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

MANY

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Yeah, they’re both private people and think other nations are nosey. Abigail also gets worried about how other nations views of her might reflect onto him.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They would want them so badly 😭

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Romano cries more often but I think Abigail is more sensitive but doesn’t show it.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Romano

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

I could write a fucking essay on their relationship and everything that built up to it. There’s no real “exact” confession they just kinda slowly morph into being together. First time he said that he loved her was before he went to go fight for the resistance/Allies in WW2

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

Not saying anything sooner I think

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Neither would be able to cope lmao

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Romano: constantly five seconds from punching her family.

Abigail: a bit jealous of how close he is to spain and Belgium but they treat him well so she’s happy; makes her feel a bit lonely tho

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Romano: would pick something nice and classy, a form fitting dress with jewelry that complements her perfectly

Abigail: do you think she would have the sense of fashion let alone be allowed to ? 😂💀

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They’re never NOT touching.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

They give the other reassurance and a shoulder to lean/cry on. They take care of the other even if it’s something simple like brushing/combing their hair or feeding them

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

Serious

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

Spooning all the time

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

YES!! Mainly about how they would want things to be. They just want to be happy together

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

No? Do surprises count? Those are the only “secrets” really.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

No they’re stuck with each other now; you’d have to kill them before you get them off each other

[kierancampire]

So I decided (which may be a bad idea) that my one treat this month would be some KFC. I was craving it, I forgot to defrost anything, I've had multiple days of being unable to touch food (still ill FYI), and I just thought it'd be nice. Now, besides being WAY more expensive than I expected, like, ridiculously so! I had heard KFC changed their chips again, which sucked for me as I loved their previous chips. God the new ones are shit. They're soft, mushy, have this awful flavour/spice, just really unpleasant to eat. But what made the whole meal quite crap in particular is, I have to order stuff through food delivery apps as I can't drive and live close to nowhere. Get this. So my order said it was being prepared at 4:43 pm. It showed my order was ready/bring picked up at 4:45 pm, so it probably wasn't the freshest already. A guy instantly declared he'd pick it up and deliver my food. 5:07. He didn't start leaving to get it until 5:07. I watched as he just sat, presumably, in his house, not moving, even though my order was ready to be picked up, he didn't go to get it for 22 minutes. He then had another delivery to drop off on the way, and I didn't get my food until around 5:25 pm. It'd been 40 minutes, which he wasted 22 of by just sitting there. Like I said, with how quick my food was done it's easy to assume it'd been sitting there a while anyway, by the time it got to me my food was stone cold, like, literally cold, the only thing that had an ounce of warmth was the gravy, and my drinks were room temperature. I spent *SO* much more money than I wanted on a cold KFC. Do you know what, partially cause of the unexpected price hike, and partially cause he sat there for 22 minutes and took 40 minutes to get my food to me, not to be that bitch but I think for the first time ever I am not going to tip or give a positive review. Other things I can forgive, but it was that 22 minutes of just sitting there that I find inexcusable and undoubtedly ruined my meal.

[monsterfloofs]

Could you do a Valentine’s Day headcanon with Lawerence or Castor, please? They’re both similarly dramatic so either of them is fine if you ever find time. Thanks! ❤️💖

OH MY G--

oh nooooooooooooo (meant in a good way) *Points at them* The buffOONS

♥️ Lawrence ♥️

🦇 Dear bats of all shapes and sizes here comes the undead pun lord

🦇 He is typically a mushy romantic to begin with--

🦇 But can you imagine THIS GUY knowing that there is a holiday he can be even more over the top about being a love struck romantic?! X//DD

🦇 I am laughing so hard just thinking about it

🦇 He would be so enthusiastic about the whole thing, probably even has a list of things to do / or places to go.

🦇 Going out to dinner for sure, this bat hasn't cooked for a loooooong time. Can't really eat that much unless it's just about raw meat, might be a liiiiiiittle nerve wracking with just him watching you eat, so he would buy at least a drink to keep himself occupied.

🦇Would take you to a normal human resturant for sure! Let's be honest the atmosphere at a vampire one would be so elegant and cool. But no food for you to eat unless they have a hooman side menu. Annnnd it might be a lil creepy going to a place where everybody is drinking blood and eating raw red food. o-o;; ) So he wouldn't want to drag you there.

🦇 If the weather was nice, he would take a moon lit walk with you through a forest. Hand in hand stopping at a clearing to look at the stars with you.

🦇 If it was too chilly he would probably take you back home to his house. The night is still young right? And he missed so much of Valentine's Day by sleeping during the daytime. Gotta make the night count and soak in as much kissing and snuggling as he can!

🦇 I think the one thing Lawrence misses when he was alive was chocolate, so he always keeps his sweetie supplied with it even when it isn't Valentines Day.

🤍 Castor 🤍

👾Cas would be-- Such. A. PEST.

👾The WHOOOOOOLE week pior, would nag you with questions. Suuuuure could learn about this through the info-net just as easily, but that wouldn't be any fun would it? :)))))))

👾Oh nooooooo, wants to hear from you directly, about what you would like to do, or what this fascinating holiday is like.

👾Also-- Does he also need to install some attachments for later on that night? *Wink wink, nudge nudge.

👾They would be so insufferable please throw him out into space i m m e d i a t e l y

👾Cas!! Just because you don't have weird organic body parts-- THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN GO AROUND AND MAKE FUN OF OTHER PEOPLE (They are not actually, this is them teasing / flirting with you, to gauge your interest in them essentially. Weirdo robo.)

👾 If he is still hard wired into the Starship there isn't much he can do sadly, they are kinda stuck-- But I can see them recreating a ridiculous scene of laying goofily on a bed with flower petals scattered all over the room. (Where the heck did you get a be-- actually nevermind, I don't want to know.)

👾Cas with freedom? That a whole different story!! You saved his life in that one story so he is more fond of you than ever. Will still tease the heck out of you about it because that won't ever change x//D

👾 Since Cas doesn't exactly know about the human tradition and are working off with what info ypu gave them, they would semi-rely on you to tell them what you would want to do. From there they can figure out how to get there (if it's traveling) and the fun places along they way. They've been a star hopper for a long while before, so they do have some knowledge about planets and places.

👾 Has been a nomad / on the run for a long while, so they don't have a home.

👾If you took them back to your place they would be very touched at the gesture. You're letting them into your home, your sacred space, and that's a sign of trust to them. Letting them sit there and relax without having to be constantly on the move would honestly be the best gift you could give them. And they would want to repay that in kind.

Hope you enjoyed reading about these two goofs! ヽ(*ᵔ▿ᵔ)ﾉ

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