#and her being like HRK

[swordmaid]

now I have jbrain rot again….. rlly love the concepts where jaime decides to do stuff for brienne bc he thinks it’ll be So Amusing and he’s doing it for the laughs yada yada 🤪😝😜. but when she reacts in a genuine manner he’s like oop- kinda flustered. kinda like 😳🧍‍♂️🫣😳 genuinely so charmed and confused by it he shuts up for once

[ame-to-ame]

the thing abt btr is i really wanna see more characterization/ ixn but i don't think anything i write will be able to capture the essence of the source material :(

[arc-misadventures]

A little context before we begin:

On the RWBY Discord I am a part of (No links) we once again went off on a tangent on how we collectively agree that being in a relationship with, Cannon Blake would be considered a pain because of her past exploits. And why, Fannon Blake is the superior, Blake!

Then a user asked what if, Blake had, Kali's personality.

Then I asked: 'What if they swapped places, and Kali was the, 'B' in Team RWBY instead of, Blake. And, what if, Blake was Kali's mom?'

Others agreed that, that would work, and that she wouldn't have dated, Adam in this AU. Because we don't like, Adam.

He was a sad waste of potential.

When I simply asked the question: "But, what if she married, Adam in this AU?'

And, the response to my question was a simple: "Go on."

Well, here is where I went:

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RWKY

Kali: I actually don't know who my biological father is.

Jaune: You don't?

Kali: No, I'm a cat faunas, and my mom is a cat faunas. But, Adam, that's my 'stepfather,' he's a cow faunas. If he really was may father, I'd be a... Well, I don't know what kind of faunas I'd be. So, I know he's certainly not my bio-dad. Whoever they are, or were... they have to be a cat, since I'm a cat, and my mom is a cat. So it makes me wonder… Am I the result of a drunken one night stand, and my mother married, Adam to cover it up, or did, Adam, and my mother kill my real father, and covered it up!

Jaune: You think your mom may have killed your real dad?!

Kali: You'd believe it too if you met my mom.

Jaune: That's not a comforting thought. But, could he have been human?

Kali: A human? I never thought of that.

Jaune: And, what if the reason your mom hates humans is because he ran away when he found out she was pregnant with you! O-Or, what if; the reason you never knew your father is because, Adam killed him after he knocked your mom up! Or, what if they know who your father actually is, and they can't say who it is because it would be such a huge scandal if the truth came out!

Jaune: (GASP!)

Jaune: What if you are the secret love child of, Blake Belladonna, and Jacques Schnee, and you're actually, Weiss's long lost half sister?!!!

Kali: (GASP!)

Weiss: (GASP!)

Kali: HRKK?!

Weiss: HRK?!

WK: BLAAAAARGHHH!!!

Jaune: Oh gods…

Kali: Oh gods! I didn't throw up because of you, Weiss! I'm totally okay with you as my little sister!

Weiss: Same her!

Kali: It's just… the thought of, my mom sleeping with him... it's just so disgusting!

Weiss: I get that! I find the thought of him sleeping with my mom to be just as disgusting too!

Jaune: Uhhh... You guys, okay?

Kali: I'm fine.

Weiss: Me too, the idea was just... so out of left field! It caught me completely off guard.

Kali: Good thing it's not real, cause that would be... disturbing.

Weiss: Good thing it's just a mad conspiracy theory!

Kali: It's total speculation!

Weiss: A throw away comment!

Kali: Just ones of those thoughts!

Weiss: Totally irrelevant!

Kali: Haa…

Weiss: Haha…

Jaune: …

Jaune: You two totally want to get a DNA test now, don't you?

Weiss: Absolutely!

Kali: Let's go!

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Swap!: Hazbin Hotel

-Explosion sends a tidal wave of red, green, purple, blue, and pink dust throughout the hotel. Glitter sparkles amongst the wreckage-

???: *cough-cough* Is everyone alright?

???: Yeah *cough* I'm good. I think.

???: Who the fuck lit off a max glitter bomb?! *cough-hack*

-Dust settles-

Vaggie: What the fuck was that? (pulls a bottle out from the bar and starts slugging)

Lucifer: *gasp* Vaggie! I thought we both agreed that we wouldn't drink in front of the guests!

Vaggie: (raises an eyebrow) What the fuck are you talkin' about? I'm Husk, dumbass.

Lucifer: ......Husk? (looks down at themselves) WHY AM I WEARING MY DAD'S SUIT?!?!?!

Angel: Whoa! Is this what it's like being tall? I LIKE it!!! (sees Lucifer freaking out) Holy Fuck am I short!!!!

Charlie: (checking herself out in the mirror) Hoo-hoooooh, I could definitely get used to this. You sure got the rockin' bod, Toots. I bet you'd look pretty sexy in a little piece of risqué lingerie. (kitty cat claws at the mirror) Me-ow~

Lucifer: (Charlie) Angel, I swear to all of Hell! If you do anything inappropriate in my body!

Charlie: (hops up onto the bar and crosses her legs with a dramatic kick) Whaaaaat? I wouldn't do anything. (wraps arms around Vaggie-Husk's neck) Nothin' outta the usual anyway. Hey, baby, wanna meet me up in the bedroom and get a little re-aqcuainted?~

Vaggie: (Husk) No. (walks away)

Charlie: (falls to the ground) Dammit!!! I was hopin' to get some juicy pics!

Alastor: (suddenly very green, still smiling, and holding his hand to his mouth like he's about to throw up) Alastor! Hrk! When was the last time you- oh god... -you brushed your fucking teeth?! You pompous, cheesy, talkshow, shitlor- FUCK!!! I'M GONNA PUKE!!! (rushes to the nearest potted plant and vomits)

Lucifer: (gasp) Vaggie!!! (rushes to her trapped girlfriend)

Husker: (twirling his tail like a cane and sounding like an old radio) Now, is that really any way to talk about someone, dear? I'm almost insulted.

[dapandapod]

Particular with nicknames

Why hello there! This was written last september (2023) and has since been sitting in my draft, making me rewatch streams because no pathetic reasons at all i swear. Anyway, here is Jaskier having a Moment TM when Geralt uses a very specific nickname. Thank you @ahh-fxck for helping me beta read <3 much appreciated! Please enjoy streamer!Geralt and Pathetic!Jaskier! <3 On Ao3 here

For all the love Jaskier has of words and language, he is strangely picky with nicknames.

It’s not that he dislikes them, he is just strangely neutral. Alright, that’s not true.

His famously ill-advised and stormy relationship with Valdo came to mind. Jaskier had fallen promptly out of love with him when he was called ‘Snugglebutt’ in front of all of their friends. They were together for another month or so past that, because Jaskier thought himself cruel and wanted it to work.

Well, it did not.

Nowadays he shares a flat with his long time best friend Geralt, one of the few constants in his life and the one who just might own about two thirds of his heart.

It’s not a big flat, but they have a room each, a small kitchen, and a shared living room. That is also where Geralt has his small streaming corner set up, back against the wall and facing the room.

Easier that way to keep it clean if he streams with the camera on, no accidental flashing unsuspecting viewers that way. Something learned by trial and error, as Jaskier tends to run warm and just forgo pants. And shirts. And socks.

They also share their flat with a terrible little cat named Roach, who has never quite warmed up to Jaskier. Took to Geralt the instant she saw him, however, and the two are inseparable whenever Geralt is home.

All of this in itself is not an issue. Oh no, all of this is more than fine.

Watching Geralt be sweet with the terrible little furball makes Jaskier’s heart ache pleasantly, listen to him coo about her fur being so shiny and smooth, what a good girl she is, wow look at that yawn!

No, the problem came up the first time as Geralt was lazily watching TV on the couch, back to their little kitchen where Jaskier had just served her royal highness some very expensive cat food.

Roach does as she always does when Jaskier is involved, and simply walks out. It’s routine by now, and the food is usually gone by morning. It’s more about Jaskier knowing his place at the bottom of the list than not liking the food.

But as she returns to the living room with Jaskier trailing after, considering plopping down on the couch too instead of working on his doctoral thesis, Jaskier finds himself fundamentally changed.

“Hi baby.” Geralt says, voice all sweet and dark and gravelly, and fuck.

It is very much aimed at Roach, who is being a cutie, begging pets from under the table. But Jaskier’s insides do a kickflip, his brain short circuits.

Flushing deeply, Jaskier can’t control the little HRK sound escaping his throat.

He is frozen in his tracks, tongue tied and feeling absolutely pathetic. Geralt turns around to look at him with a questioning frown.

“You ok there?” he asks, Roach climbing the couch and up to the backrest, demanding attention.

“Just peachy,” Jaskier squeaks out, and then flees to his room.

Holy fucking shit and mother of turds.

Baby?? Of all the nicknames in the entire world, that is the one Jaskier is going to have a meltdown about?

Just, the lazy way Geralt said it, Jaskier feels like an old maid, clutching his pearls.

It’s fine. He will be fine.

It was meant for Roach, of course, it’s fine.

It is not fine.

Geralt is streaming, talking with some other players. He is not a big name, but he does have a following, and sometimes gets invited to other streams if it's a multiplayer game.

Jaskier is moving around the living room, untangling the nest that their couch has become recently, blankets and hoodies and socks thrown everywhere. He is also holding a banana, somewhat forgotten in his new mission to make the couch sittable.

Part of his distraction comes from listening to Geralt talking, there is a lilt to his voice when he is on stream. It is unclear if Geralt is aware of doing it, but Jaskier can listen to it forever.

While in the process of moving one blanket over to the footrest, Geralt laughs at something said in his headphones.

“Oh baby, I didn’t know you cared!”

Jaskier drops the banana.

Feeling like a deer caught in headlight, Jaskier is unable to do anything but staring, feeling heat climbing his neck, up to his cheek.

Then Geralt’s eyes meet his over his screen, his face is neutral but his eyes are knowing.

Fuck fuck fuck he is in so much trouble.

Maybe it’s fine to have that many blankets. Perfect for hiding, perfect for pretending the way Geralt says ‘Baby’ doesn’t go on loop in his head, and will be for days.

Jaskier is in a constant state of fear.

Ever since the Stream Incident, as he has come to call it, there is this new tension whenever they are in a room together. Where Geralt will look at him consideringly, where Jaskier will pretend everything is as per usual.

He has gotten better at not freezing, but a thrill runs through him every time Geralt uses That Word, making very unsubtle eye contact as he does.

How is his poor heart to cope?

Sometimes, late at night, when Jaskier is unable to sleep and he knows Geralt is still streaming, Jaskier joins in to watch. It is uncertain if Geralt has figured out it’s him or not yet, he has sneakily named his account to Bardelicious, and doesn’t usually join the chat.

Tonight, Geralt is playing a fantasy game. A monster hunter and his bard, fittingly enough, and he makes light commentary about things in the game.

Until there is a scene where the bard does something noble, stupid and somewhat foolish.

“Oh, baby.” Geralt says sadly, shaking his head.

The chat goes absolutely wild, more than one asking him to say it again, to call them baby, which is a little weird and also absolutely fucking valid.

“Why are people so weird about that?” Geralt says, chuckling. The replies roll in, and his eyebrows climb up his forehead. Jaskier’s heart is beating hard, because this could either be really good or really bad.

“Sexy? Doubt that.”

Jaskier regrets it as soon as he presses send, and by then it’s too late.

‘It is when you say it.’ was all he wrote, but it was the first thing he had written in there. Geralt doesn’t know it’s him.

It should be fine. He is fine.

Some more responses follow, but Geralt is strangely quiet. The game scene plays out, the monster hunter and his bard having a nice bonding moment.

It’s soothing to watch, to hear Geralt’s commentary every now and then. He falls asleep with his phone in his hand, earbuds still in.

The next morning, Jaskier is woken up by the scent of coffee and a hungry Roach yowling in the kitchen. She only does that when Geralt is around, so it is safe to assume he is up.

Which is a little odd, because Jaskier fell asleep before the stream was over, and he feels like death warmed over.

His jaw cracks when he yawns. Lured by the scent of coffee, he manages to get out of bed.

Geralt is indeed up and about, Roach winding affectionately around his legs as he prepares her breakfast.

“Morn,” Jaskier rasps, scratching his stomach and giving another yawn.

Roach doesn’t even look at him, fully focused on her man and her meal. The bowl is placed on the floor for the queen herself, and like the gremlin she is, she eats it without a fuss. Little bastard.

Jaskier joins Geralt at the bench, seeking coffee like a flower seeks the sun. He can stop when he wants, coffee is not an addiction, it is a way of life.

“Were you up all night? Hand me a cup, will you?” he says, reaching for the fruit bowl that Geralt for some reason keeps religiously stocked.

In reply, he gets one of the typical hums, which could mean absolutely anything, and two cups. Jaskier pours for them both and Geralt adds the usual unholy amount of sugar to Jaskier’s, which makes him smile.

“Any plans for today? I really should be working on my thesis, but I can’t be arsed.”Jaskier leans back against the counter and sips at his coffee, which is still a little too hot.

Geralt is watching him over the rim of his mug, sipping on the steaming coffee.

“I have a thing I thought to try,” he says, voice gravelly, eyes locked on him.

It makes Jaskier’s stomach flip, and he takes a too big sip, the drink burning his tongue and all the way down his throat unpleasantly.

“Yeah? Anything you want help with?” Jaskier asks nervously, realizing he is still holding his chosen fruit without eating it, so he puts it down on the counter.

The corner of Geralt’s mouth ticks up into a crooked smile, and yeah, Jaskier is in danger. It is way too early in the morning for Geralt to be such an absolute heart throb.

“If you are willing.” Geralt says, and Jaskier finds himself nodding despite himself. If Geralt asks him if he is willing, the answer will probably always be yes.

“Sure! Uh… What is it?”

Geralt takes a step towards him and puts his cup on the side of the counter. Then he grabs Jaskier’s cup out of his hand and puts that down too.

His heart is beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, his hands now clammy and gripping the counter behind him.

Geralt inches forward, the space between them shrinking fast. He stops just shy of touching him, and tilts his head, white hair falling over his shoulder.

“So I was streaming last night,” Geralt begins, and oh dear, oh no. “And there were some interesting comments that I couldn’t get out of my head.”

“Uh… Oh?” Jaskier says dumbly, and Geralt huffs a soft laugh, breath hitting Jaskier’s face.

“You're particular with nicknames, right? I mean, you are still mad at Valdo.”

With growing worry, Jaskier is starting to realize where this is going.

“He called me snugglebutt. In front of people. That’s embarrassing!” Jaskier defends himself faintly. Geralt leans in an inch more, leaning against the countertop and crowding Jaskier against it. Fuck.

“But that’s not what you think when I say ‘Baby’, is it?” Geralt’s eyes are trained on him, and smiles when he notices Jaskier’s flustered little sound, the way heat climbs up his cheeks.

In a weak attempt to save face, Jaskier looks down, anywhere but meeting the intensity of Geralt’s gaze.

It has the unfortunate effect of noticing how close they are, how Geralt’s t-shirt rides down just enough to reveal collarbones, how his hands flex against the counter.

“Tell me if I’m reading this wrong, Jaskier,” Geralt mumbles, leaning close enough for his nose to drag against Jaskier’s cheekbone.

Jaskier pulls in a breath, tilting his head in a way he hopes is invitingly.

“You’re not.” Jaskier whispers, and is rewarded with Geralt putting a hand on his hip, letting his nose drag along Jaskier’s neck. “You really, really not.”

“Is it the nickname? You look so startled whenever you hear me say it.” Geralt asks, one finger finding skin under the hem of Jaskier’s t-shirt.

“Just you. Pretty sure you could call me snugglebutt and I’d thank you.” Jaskier confesses, blurts really, when the rest of Geralt’s hand sneaks under his shirt to find his lower back, playing with the soft hairs there.

“Good to know,” Geralt smiles against his skin and Jaskier braves turning his head, their cheeks brushing together.

“Are you going to kiss me anytime soon, or are you gonna let me keep suffering?” Jaskier breathes, his hands finding Geralt’s and tracing them up his arms slowly.

“Hmm,” Geralt says, considering with a cheeky grin, the absolute bastard, so Jaskier takes matters into his own hands. Quite literally.

Geralt’s face is warm, rough stubble and barely visible scars and imperfections brush against his fingers. Geralt must have turned into it, because their lips slide together, coffee and morning breath mingling as Jaskier finds himself now properly pressed against the bench and Geralt’s body.

Then he is being kissed harder, deeper, and Geralt hoists Jaskier up on the counter, using Jaskier’s thighs to pull him closer, closer still, and presses open mouthed kisses against his neck. With a gasp, Jaskier scrambles to find a grip, to get some control of himself, but it is very, very hard to focus.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me, baby?” Geralt murmurs against his skin, and Jaskier full body shivers. “I can feel you watching me, you are even in my streams.”

“You knew about that?” Jaskier asks breathlessly, stealing a kiss when Geralt shifts to look at him.

“If you wanted to be discreet, maybe you should have chosen something else than ‘Bardelicious’.” Geralt smiles, and Jaskier pouts and pinches his side in revenge.

“Why didn’t you say anything then?”

“Why didn’t you?” Geralt counters, and well, this won’t go anywhere.

“I like listening to you. I like listening to your voice as I go to sleep,” Jaskier says quietly, and Geralt hides his face in the crook of Jaskier's neck.

“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Jaskier asks when Geralt stays there, melting into his body.

He doesn’t get anything but a muttering grumble in reply, and Jaskier smiles and strokes his hair.

“I need to find a nickname for you too. I refuse to be the only one being absolutely useless as soon as you open your mouth.” Jaskier murmurs into Geralt’s hair.

“Gmmrmgmg.”

“What’s that?”

“I said, ‘like it when you say my name.” Geralt says, and Jaskier is melting all over again.

“Well then, Geralt,” Jaskier purrs. “Let me finish my coffee, and then we’ll take a nap.”

Reaching for coffee without really letting go turns out to be hard, and when Jaskier with some struggle finally gets a hold of his cup, the coffee is still unreasonably hot.

They nap in Jaskier’s bed, both of them crawling in under the blankets and curling up together. Jaskier’s chin resting on top of Geralt’s head, Geralt’s arm slung over Jaskier’s chest.

When Geralt wakes up and press Jaskier into the mattress, it doesn’t take long for Geralt to discover exactly how to fluster Jaskier enough to splutter broken syllables.

It’s alright.

When Jaskier has recovered from being melted goo, he will return the favor.

[grimmkitty84]

Ok, this is a fair warning that what follows is brutal if you are a Stolitz fan. Rest assured, so am I, but you can blame my sleep addled brain for this. There is also a slightly different thought I originally had for this that was mostly the same, but a bit more hopeful, and I may still pursue it if there is any interest in this. Also, note that this is very loosely based on the latest video trailer for the last of Season 2. Specifically, the scene where Blitzø is defending Stolas in the snow battle. Here it goes. I also might edit it a bit. This was VERY rough seeing as I was just attempting to jot down the concept. Apologies, I will definitely be updating this at some point to clean it up.

Scene: Stolas and Andrealphus are fighting in the scene where Blitzø is defending him.

They split as Stolas grows angered enough to challenge Andrealphus, leaving Blitzø behind him.

A tense battle between the two Goetia builds to a climax.

Suddenly, as Stolas had lost focus on all but the fight, and a fatal blow is about to be dealt, a soft impact creates a deafening silence.

"Ugh, Stol...s...?" is all Stolas can hear as he turns toward the sound, horror stricken by it.

Blitzø's shocked expression meets his as they both begin to look down at Blitzø's chest to see that a blade was protruding from it. Not just any blade, a blessed weapon.

The resounding scream froze all occupants on the battlefield. Before Andrealphus could react at all, Stolas had rounded on him, fixing him with a petrifying stare and leaving him immobile as he flung himself in the direction of his beloved.

In the eternity that it felt like it had already been since noticing what had transpired, a figure stood behind Blitzø, elegant and all too familiar, and it began to laugh.

Stella stood behind Blitzø with a hand still gripping the blade, blood on her fingers, and the hideous, crazed guffaw she let loose was chilling in its malice.

Stolas had murderous intent locked upon her as he used all of his demonic strength to hurtle himself toward her. He fixed her with the same stare he'd leveled at her brother. She smiled at him wickedly before being paralyzed, knowing that she had still won despite losing against his powers. He sank to his knees once she was neutralized as a threat directly in front of Blitzø, who was still standing in shock. He looked down at the blade and back up at Stolas.

"I...I got sloppy," he sputtered. "Hrk...!" A mouthful of blood gurgled forth from his lips. His eyes widened and he was trying to find the words that he desperately needed to say, but found them dying on his lips as looked back into Stolas' grief-stricken face.

"Oh, oh no no no!!! Blitzø!!! Dearest...!!!" he all but screamed in abject panic.

"What do I do?" Stolas found his voice fluctuating from a scream to barely a whisper.

Stolas, consumed by his spiraling thoughts, stilled for an instant as a gentle hand caressed his cheek.

He looked stunned for a moment as he looked down to see Blitzø's face, a smile fading from his lips as his eyes began to glaze, and he said, "I'm sorry... I lo..."

The hand against his skin began to drop, and so did the frail body it belonged to.

Blitzø's form crumpled on the snow at Stolas' feet, and his mind shattered. There were no other witnesses to the blood curdling scream that filled the silence of the frozen expanse. And if the text wasn't enough, this is what my brain pictured before I actually started typing...Trust me, this hurts me more than it hurts you. It's definitely a WIP...

[howlingday]

Select Chosen

Nora: Oof! Sorry about that!

Raven: Huh? You wanna die, kid?

Nora: (Thinking) ACK! Look at her! She's terrifying, what with those crazy lady eyes! Not to mention her whole presence is making all of my hairs stand on end!.

Nora: But wait! Maybe I'm being too judgy. I mean, she might be a nice person, and what she said was something I misheard.

Nora: I'm so sorry for bumping into you. Um, you sure are tall for a teenager, huh? Not to mention those bags under your- HRK!

Raven: (Holding Nora's throat) Guess you're dying today!

Qrow: Raven, there you are. What are you doing with the initiates?

Raven: I'm about to pop her head off her shoulders.

Nora: Please, no...

Qrow: Rae, c'mon. The last thing we need is Oz getting an earful because we started killing kids. Besides, I thought you were going to be up here by now.

Raven: I got lost looking for the crapper.

Raven: 10... 9... 8...

Nora: W... Why are you counting down for?

Raven: I'm counting down the seconds left in your life.

Ozpin: Greetings to all the contenders. And welcome to the Hunters entrance exam.

Raven: (Drops Nora) You got lucky, kid. You better be grateful for how your life just got saved.

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Ozpin: Congratulations to all of our participants. We will now begin the selection process of the entrance exam. This will be the final stage of exam, and failure to be selected will mean that inability to become a hunter until next year. The selection process is simple; once a participant steps before the crowd, a hunter will raise their hand in choosing. If no one raises their hands, then you will not be selected. If more than one hunter raises their hand, it will fall upon the participant to choose their mentor. We will now begin.

Ozpin: Participant Number 1... The Night Hawks.

Ozpin: Participant Number 6... The Spider's Web.

Ozpin: Participant Number 13... No offers.

Ozpin: Participant Number 15.

Ren: (Sees every hand raise) ...If you would have me, I would like to train under the Clock Tower Hunters.

Ozpin: (Smirks) And we of the Clock Tower would be welcome to have you. Finally, Participant Number 16.

Nora: (No hands raised)

Raven: ...Of course nobody picked you. Everyone saw you in action. All swing and no skill with your hammer. When you get down to it, the harsh reality of this world is simple; ONLY THE STRONGEST ARE MEANT TO RULE.

Raven: (Jumps down) We all heard what you said. Something about "I'll show these Hunters how it's done". Well, do you really think that you've got what it takes to become the King of the Hunt with no real strength in your aura, or your semblance?

Nora: ...I know my semblance isn't useful in most cases. And I know that I'm not going to be much help with something besides hitting stuff. But I stand by my decision. I WILL become the King of the Hunt.

Raven: ...HA! HAHAHAHAHA! Fine... You've convinced me. Welcome to the Black Birds, kid.

Nora: Uh...

Raven: THIS ISN'T A NEGOTIATION, KID. I'm going to bend you and break you until you become something actually worthwhile to these people. Then, you're gonna make these people regret not choosing you in the first place, especially when you make it as the King of the Hunt.

Nora: Y... YES, MA'AM!

[gozine-translate]

Terminally-ill Genius Dark Knight - 162

162: Joint Martial Arts Practice [4]

[How naive! Do you really think I'd just obediently tell you where I sent Nox von Reinhaver?]

Aleph shouted, realizing that his identity had already been exposed.

His arms were severed, and he was restrained. He had just come to terms with the fact that no matter what he did, survival was out of the question. But Noah and Astrid didn’t seem to care at all. How many people had they encountered in past wars who refused to reveal the location of their allies, resisting to the bitter end?

But it didn’t matter to them. Astrid casually squatted down as if she is familiar with this.

"I’m not really asking about that sort of thing, though."

"Astrid! It looks like this coordinate is… up north?"

"Knew it. The north, huh? They think sending people to the wasteland will kill them all, so they come up with these lame methods. You get it, right?"

Listening to their conversation, Aleph couldn’t help but be frightened.

No matter how skilled they were, is it possible to guess the location just by looking at a magic formation? Coordinate magic is notoriously difficult to fine-tune. Surely, was what happening now reasonable?

'Absurd…!'

No matter how much he thought about it, it didn’t make sense. He was exceptional. Aleph had never doubted that even once. But, he's ended up witnessing it. Overwhelming, absolutely "heaven beyond heaven." And on top of that, two people at once.

"So, where exactly in the north did you send?"

Noah asked, her head inclined. but Aleph just scoffed, having no intention to answer.

[Like I said earlier, I have no plans to answer.]

"You're being annoying, huh?"

"Astrid? Please~"

"Haa…"

What? Aleph rolled his eyes, troubled. What were these two talking about? No matter how much they pressured him, it wouldn’t matter as long as he kept his mouth shut. Their behavior was downright strange.

But… His doubts were soon answered.

Astrid approached, her eyes glowing with mana, scanning Aleph’s mind as she questioned him.

"Is it near Winter Bridge?"

[N, no way…!]

"Yup, it’s around there."

"Be more specific. isn't it a dangerous place if they’re going to hold out for ten days?"

"Haa… then [the Valley of Cold and Blood]?"

[What nonsense are you spouting!?]

"Not there, huh?"

Astrid completely ignored Aleph’s words and continued.

"Then, is it the [Frozen Frostwood Forest]?"

[Hrk!]

"Got it. That’s the place. Let’s go."

Aleph couldn't help but be terrified. Did that girl have the ability to read people's minds?

He couldn’t even figure out what kind of power she possessed, which made him keep puzzled. Of course, if Nox had been around at this moment, that ability to detect lies really is useful. He must be thinking of that.

"Oh, wait, before we go…"

Noah, who had turned her back, turned back to Aleph with a smirk.

"We should clean this up, shouldn’t we?"

Krrrrk!

In an instant, a massive block of ice shot up like a towering cliff and trapped Aleph. It was Noah’s famous [Absolute Zero]. Since she had to go rescue her disciple, she figured she'd bind him here and interrogate him later about the movements of the demons.

Noah, with an innocent expression, held a crystal orb and contacted someone.

— This is Professor Lars von Celestia.

"Professor Lars, I’ve captured a demonic human. Would it be possible to keep him in a cell until I return?"

— …

Lars momentarily fell into shock as if his brain had stopped. but then cautiously asked.

— …Where exactly are you right now? What’s going on…?

"I’m in Lecture Room 2. We caught a demonic human disguised as one of the professors. Since the students are in danger, we’re going to go save them. Naturally, you’ll help, right?"

— … I will help write the report once you retu..

Beep—beep—

"Alright, let's go!"

"You really annoying other people."

"So, you're not coming? Even though he's your disciple?"

"Who said I wasn’t going…"

Astrid rolled her shoulders and unleashed her magic. Next, as two wings sprouted from her back, she transformed into a dragon. True to her title as the Flame Mage, a fiery red body, and sharp, shimmering scales. Then, enormous vertical pupils appeared.

Noah shouted as if she was excited.

"It’s been a while since I’ve ridden on your back? right?"

[Noisy…]

Though Astrid spoke indifferently, Noah knew. If she really wasn’t worried about Nox, she wouldn’t have gone so far as to polymorph and fly all the way to the north.

'As expected, this is fun'

Even though Noah thought like that, inwardly, she couldn't help but worried.

'Rather, it will still fortunate if just trolls or ents…. If he met 'that guy', even Nox wouldn't be able to make it out alive'

She realized they needed to hurry. As Noah thought that, she quickly climbed onto Astrid’s back. From this moment on, it was a race against time.

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I had just taken down around 50 ents.

If I spoke about the result, I succeeded, which was fortunate. It mean there would be a brief moment to rest.

"Haah…"

But the situation wasn’t exactly great. The worst-case scenario had happened, and the items I’d hidden in my uniform were near their limit. The potions and healing supplies were particularly problematic.

However, the bigger issue was something else entirely.

[Player has exhausted both lower and middle dantian mana.]

[Natural recovery will take approximately three days.]

[‘Magic Restriction’ penalty is now in effect.]

A situation with no potions left and now the "Magic Restriction" penalty activated

'To think it was [Magic Restriction] of all things… Like this, I won’t be able to use magic properly for a while. Protecting this girl and fighting at the same time is impossible'

But, I realized the situation always turns worse. It’s because I noticed in the next moment that the extreme moment has just come.

"Cough…!"

Even the sound of my own shriek didn’t fully reach my ears, drowned out by system messages filling my vision and hearing.

— Due to the effect of [Prone to Minor Illness], [Cold Lv5] has been applied to the player.

— Due to the effect of [Prone Minor Illness], the player's negative trait [Cold Limbs] has temporarily worsened.

— Due to the effect of [Prone Minor Illness], [Action Restriction Lv3] has been applied to the player.

Two penalties. The worst ones—[Prone to Minor Illness] and [Cold Limbs] activated at the worst possible moment. In addition [Cold Limbs] was even upgraded. Damn it. My luck is terrible, but this is beyond unlucky. Just right after I got some stats, a bullshit came in this way. What did I do to deserve this?

'Damn it. I need to stay sharp.'

"Are… are you alright?"

Eleanor asked, pretending it was no big deal. But I was already at a situation where I couldn’t even respond to her. I tried to steady my swaying body, but my body had already reached its limit.

I had never complained a pain to this extent before, and when I had been hurt, other units had always been on my side. So, predicting and dealing with this kind of situation was in fact, impossible for me.

Anyway, in the end…

Thud.

“No, Nox!? What’s happening all of a sudden?!”

Caught in the illusion, as if the world tilted, and the ground is shaking, I collapsed to the ground. This is dangerous. To think I end up in such a miserable state after cutting down 50 ents…

But there’s no time to slow down. I need to think. This trouble will definitely over soon too. I have to think now. I can feel myself losing consciousness.

Even though Eleanor was speechless due to shock. She'll probably okay

“Wh, What happened?! Why did you collapse all of a sudden?!”

Her face, sincerely looking at me with worried expression. Fortunately, that wasn't an act.

Suddenly in this moment, I feel it. Eleanor de Rivalin, a truly beautiful character. Known as the [Golden Fox], she was perceived as cold and distant by people, but the reality was far from that. She was always warm. And that’s why I repeatedly recruited her to my team. In every new game, she showed me a different side of her, like a chameleon. Though she's a character with a cold exterior, she hide a warmth more than anyone inside. Someone may think it was just a game, and I was too invested. But for me, who had always been alone, she's truly like a friend. So, this time, I decided to be honest with her.

"Eleanor."

"Nox! Snap out of it! Your pupils… Why are your eyes like this!?"

"Leave me here and head deeper into the cave. Once you’re there, use this."

The item I pulled from my inventory and handed to Eleanor was [Veil of Mistery], an artifact that hide its user presence. As long as you’re wearing this, the enemy won’t attack unless you strike first. The problem is, it's single-use, and for a one-time item, it's ridiculously expensive. I recently won it in a black market auction through Grain, but I never expected to use it like this.

Well, for a merchant Eleanor caliber, she would instantly recognize this arfifact, so I didn’t need to explain it. That was a plus.

But there was one more problem with this item. And that exactly…

'The main protagonist cannot use it'

The [Veil of Mystery] was an item designed to save heroines or surrounding characters. That was the identity of [Veil of Mystery]. A leftover from the affinity and favorability system.

But right now, it would give her the biggest support more than anything.

"Where did you get this…! No, rather than that, are you serious?! If you had something like this, naturally you should’ve used it yourself and left me….!"

"You really think I’d naturally abandon you?"

"…What?"

Eleanor asked back.

But there wasn’t time to explain. Even now, my consciousness keep fading.

I wasn’t handing her the item because I wanted to die. This is in order to realize the only option left.

The odds of success were close to a gamble, but I’d learned something from Astrid. I just think things will turn out somehow Either way, luck is an essential element for survival.

In this harsh world of Inner Lunatic, for the sake of my existence, no, to stand strong as Nox von Reinhaver, I need overwhelming power. And to obtain that power, absolute luck is necessary.

I know my limits.

Even with two [Genius] traits, I never thought to get conceited.

Those traits belong to the character I created. Nox von Reinhaver, I’m just the one controlling him. I’m Yoochan.

And even if in the past, every day I wasted my time like trash as Yoochan, I never thought to repeat it this time.

"Go."

"…"

That was my final word. My consciousness completely shut down. Before I could hear Eleanor’s response.

[juletheghoul]

Unnamed

Authors note: this idea has been floating around in my head for a few weeks, the idea of being a siren and unable—unwilling to subject someone to the power of your voice. Even if there are established feelings would it be ethical to use it? How can a person who is compelled consent? Better to keep silent, no matter how much it hurts. This is tiny, not beta’d and random but here it is.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (modern day siren)

Word count: 500

Warnings: a sprinkle of angst, allusions to sex / slight description - (18+ no minors), supernatural elements

Masterlist

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It’s easiest when he’s excited.

The smile blooms naturally as he explains the intricacies of flying, of all of the schooling it takes to be a pilot, the pride beaming out through his eyes. It’s so simple to bask in his voice, the warm honey tone of it eclipses the lack of yours.

It’s easy when he’s tired. When he tumbles into your bed or his after a particularly busy day. His heartbeat under your ear is the perfect soundtrack before the darkness of sleep swallows you both. It almost feels like he’s forgotten the question, forgotten to wonder why exactly you deny him the sound of your voice. It is a folly though, he never forgets. Never stops wondering, never lets it go no matter how calm and relaxed he may seem.

It's hard when he’s inside you.

When his hips are slotted between yours and his cock is hard and heavy inside, the muscles of his back bunched tight under the soothing sweep of your hands. The song of your pleasure bitten between clenched teeth, fighting to stay hidden and you think that maybe this makes it worse for him. Makes his hips move faster, makes him work harder to pull you apart.

It’s hardest when he asks.

The honey in his eyes and in his voice somehow extra syrupy when he voices the question you fear most from someone you love. The longing in his expression, the soft clutching of his hands at your shoulders, your wrists, your fingers.

“Why won’t you just speak to me? I don’t understand—I love you. I don’t care what you sound like.” He always reassures, always expresses his assurances that his love doesn’t, and has never come with conditions.

But you will, they always do and I could not bear to see that look in your eyes

The truth is they’ve all said the same thing. All of the lovers that have come before him. Every single one. They all hear your voice and change, become possessive and mesmerized all at once. The thought of how those lovely, crinkled eyes glazing over under the spell of your song, the curse that lived in somewhere in the back of your throat is enough to harden your resolve so a sad shake of the head is all you can offer.

He sighs at this, and for now his hands still hold onto you. A resigned nod of his head and your heart breaks for him. Would have been easier if he thought you couldn’t speak, but the possibility of that had been ruined on your first meeting. The young daughter he shared with a former partner had been the catalyst for your meeting. He’d found her sitting on the bench beside you, discussing her love of dogs the way only little girls can.

His relief at finding her safe and sound was palpable, the cloud of terror gone and replaced with euphoria. He’d thanked you profusely, offering his gratitude and the gift of his smile freely. He was too beautiful to ignore, to walk away from.

Later on, once everything had passed he remembered that when he first saw you, you’d been speaking to his daughter.

My voice doesn’t work on children.

He could never know that though, could never truly know what you were or why he would never hear you. Would never fully understand, that you keep quiet because you love him.

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[catierambles]

Lineage

Pairing: Vampire!August Walker x Jen (OFC)

WC 922

Warnings: Guy not taking no for an answer, very minor violence, alluded to sexy times and brief mentions of blood. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

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August sat at his desk, earbuds in his ears as he gave his housemate privacy, her boyfriend over for a date night. He didn't think she'd be so uncouth as to sleep with him while August was in the house, but better safe than sorry. He was working on his new manuscript, a book about a Scottish nobleman turned vampire by a lady love. It had plenty of action, intrigue, sex, and death and his publisher was very excited based on the advanced chapters he had sent her. Truth be told, it was more a memoir of his youth, but she didn't need to know that. He was quite satisfied with her thinking he just had an overactive imagination, thank you.

The music flowing into his ears paused as it went from one song to the next and there was a thump that made him lift his head. Pulling the buds from his ears, he listened.

"Stop it." He got out of his chair, leaving his office and heading towards the living room. "Get off me, Jack! Stop!"

"Just relax, you'll enjoy it." His stride lengthened and he entered the living area to see his housemate being pinned onto the couch by her boyfriend. "Come on, Jenny. You know you want--hrk!" He was suddenly ripped off of her, a strong arm around his throat.

"The Lady," August growled out, his forearm tightening, "Said no."

"August!" Jenny exclaimed, sitting up, "Let him go! For Pete's Sake, he's turning blue!" August released the grip on his throat, but didn't let go of him entirely, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the front door.

"Don't come back. Don't contact her." He said and threw him out, slamming the door closed and making it rattle in the frame. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, rage still curling hot through his veins. Rage at Jack and at himself. If his music hadn't been switching over when it did, he might not have heard anything, she might have been---

Her hand sliding over his shoulder made him look at her over it.

"Deep, even breaths, Walker." She said and he turned on her, reaching up to grab her chin in his hand and leaning into her, pressing his lips hard against hers. He felt her squeak of surprise and he softened his lips, moving them over hers slowly as he changed his grip to holding her jaw gently. She was unresponsive so he pulled back.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking down at her. She went up on her toes, lacing a hand behind his head and pulling him down into a kiss of her own, making his eyes go wide briefly before they closed. His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her closer, his head tilting to the side as he deepened the kiss, parting her lips and dipping his tongue into her mouth. Her fingers moved through his hair as she accepted him, her arms laying on his shoulders. When he pulled away to allow her to breathe, he saw how her pupils had blown wide, a flush to her cheeks.

Her family has served him faithfully for generations, taking care of his daylight responsibilities while he was otherwise occupied with being dead to the world, figuratively speaking. They have since he was human, being his caretakers and companions. The cycle was broken, briefly, when Jen's mother had left her father while Jen was still a baby. As such, he didn't watch her grow like he did the others, Jen reconnecting with her father after his cancer diagnosis, the rosy-cheeked babe August remembered now a beautiful woman. She moved in after her father's death, taking on his responsibilities because there was no one else and she promised him she would. In return, August paid off her modest debts and set her up with a generous allowance, all her needs met.

The others he felt familial towards, they were his family, and while he still cared about Jen, his feelings for her were anything but familial.

“You're done with him.” August said, “Jack. I never want to see or hear of him again.”

“Uh huh.” She said with a nod, her fingertips moving through the hair at the back of his head. “Completely done.” He kissed her again, crushing her body against his as he plundered her mouth until she was breathless. Her hands left his hair, moving around to his chest and starting to unbutton his shirt, her hands sliding inside to run over his skin, her fingers twisting through the hair there. If his heart still beat, it would be beating a rhythm against his ribs. Bending slightly at the knees, he picked her up in a bridal carry, taking her from the living room and up the stairs into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him.

He lay there afterwards, watching her sleep, reaching out and brushing her hair away from her face, smiling slightly as she moved into his hand. He had never fed from any of the others out of respect, and while he did respect her, he had indulged himself in her blood as he indulged himself in her body. The marks were still visible on her neck and he would heal them later, but for now he basked in a kind of possessive pride as he saw them.

Leaning in, he brushed his lips across hers, the backs of his fingers moving over her jaw lightly.

“You're mine.” He whispered, “Now and forever.”

[swordmaid]

I forgot where I read it probably from some handbook but iirc drow hair is one of their symbols of beauty and to cut off someone’s hair is a way to punish and humiliate them. don’t really know if that’s an actual thing - BUT now I am thinking of shri’iia having longer hair throughout act 1 until she becomes an oathbreaker. it is only when she accepts her status as an oathbreaker that she cuts it to the bisexual bob that she usually has <3

[ask-zagreus]

Paradise, Interrupted

They'd been running for a while - through Tartarus, through Asphodel, and now, in Elysium, they could take a second to rest. Thank the Gods for that shade who'd thrown that harpoon - it'd given the two of them an opportunity to get away to some place safer. And in this chamber, with the rushing waters of the Lethe and a fountain, Calliope could finally, finally relax.

Except.

""Lylee! Lylee, look, someone's hurt," and Penelope's insistent patting of her lap brings her eyes up to the girl, and then to the figure standing near the entrance of the chamber. "Do we... do we run? 'm tired of running, Lylee..."

Gods, she was tired too. She'd been a housewife, a caretaker, not a warrior - dealing death was not her trade, nor did it come naturally. But death had granted her a daughter, ever temporary, and damnably, it had been her undoing time and time again.

It takes her a second to recognize him, the Prince. The fucking Prince of the Underworld himself, Zagreus. Here to hunt them down? To save them? Either way, they'd be helpless. Better to try to hide, or if they couldn't, to plead their case.

But before Calliope can even think of places to move her small charge, the Prince looks up. Right at them. Busted.

"Are you, hrk, are you two... the shades that managed to give Father the slip? Because, if you are," he coughs out, stumbling forward and using his spear to support himself, "well, I'd love to know how you got all the way up to Elysium. But you should also know that you're not in trouble with me - I'm just here to do Than's job."

Calliope lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, even if she didn't have to breathe. So he wasn't here to hunt them down. Good, that's good - but the implied threat of 'You might be in trouble with Lord Hades' still lingers in the back of her head.

It is to her utter shock, then, that he bends a knee and offers her his hand. Her, a shade. Like they were equals. Her, a shade. (Calliope's heart, if she had one, skips a beat.)

"Let me take you back to the House," he says, all easy grins despite the bleeding, and, shit, he's bleeding red (like a mortal, her mind traitorously adds, like she'd not been delusional enough already).

"Sir Prince," she starts, hesitant to touch divinity, "I appreciate the offer, and the rescue. But, erm..."

"You're bleeding a whole lot, mister," Penelope chimes in, helpful as always, "Lylee will worry if you don't stop bleeding. Do you want her to kiss it better?"

And to her embarrassment, the Prince throws his head back and laughs; the idea of a shade to kiss his wounds better as ridiculous as to say Lord Hades might forgive their transgressions. Through his giggling, he manages to get out a wheezy, "Oh, good shade, I wouldn't want to worry your 'Lylee', so please, just a moment... Here."

Without explaining further, as gods are wont to do, he leaves a singed path from in front of Calliope to the fountain, and dips in a hand to take a sip of the water. Like it was nothing special. By all rights, it should not have had any effect besides being refreshing, but the two shades watch in amazement as the wounds seal themselves shut.

"Now, may I?"

Calliope's eyes meet Penelope's, asking a silent, 'Are you ready?' The response is a shaky 'Yes,' and she has to take a second not to sob in relief. Finally, they were done.

"Yes. Yes, you may."

FIN.

[haleigh-sloth]

I'll take the bait. How is rei's hospitalization not supposed to be something that helped her? The reason she was put there was crazy sure (the one that needed some hospitalization was always endvr) but its not like her kids forgot about her in the end. Also I believe the long time she was there was just for narrative purposes because hrks wanted her to be away.

Sorry I was gonna get around to posting it, I was tired yesterday lol.

I understand it's shown that she got better there. But I don't think enough people understand that 10 years being locked up in an institution is very fucking abnormal.

There is NO type of psychotic break or mental health break down that should lock you up for a fucking decade, unless it resulted in something serious like someone's death. And there is a reason that there is a shift from hiding people away to shifting them back into their community as soon as possible in several countries (not just the US), OR keeping them out of the hospital in the first place with research based protocols. Rei shouldn't have been separated from Shouto for 10 years. That is insane. That literally will make any parent more ill. Every mental health model you read up on will have an emphasis on a support system which usually consists of friends and family.

Endeavor put Rei in a hospital to get her out of his way, not because he gave a shit about her wellbeing.

Idk if Caleb put a twist on this or not, but it doesn't matter because the obvious tone here is "Oh, I got rid of her, she was getting in my way." Not positive. Then:

This is not a happy picture. I mean hopeful yes, but Shouto saying "I'll save her" while she's sitting in this small ass room, alone, staring out a window? I mean this is not...good. TEN YEARS???? I just cannot fucking fathom anyone justifying keeping someone (especially with Rei's circumstances) there that damn long. Holy shit.

And I mean, this isn't even a cultural debate. This is straight up not good for a person's wellbeing, to be separated from the real world, including your damn children only to have to wait for your older kids to decide to come visit you--and only when the hospital will allow it-- for ten years. But if we're gonna talk cultural, look up Japan's average psych bed ratio in comparison to other countries. Their reputation is not great lol. And I've seen plenty of commentary saying Rei's character kinda represents Japan's poor mental health care. It's just commentary so it's not fact or anything, but it's interesting I'm not the only one who thinks this about Rei, and I wouldn't be surprised if that was the intention.

BUT, anyway honestly the reason I said that is because I see a lot of "I hope the villains get what Rei got 🥺". And I hate it. Because...she was locked up. Away from her family, no freedom.

Like if the manga is going to go for a "I'll save them no matter what" ending, then why end it by putting them in a place where Shouto felt like he needed to save his mom from?

Also...I mean please. This is shonen, it's a fantasy. We don't have to stick to realistic irl answers to shit. Jail is just stupid, but the hospital ending is even dumber imo. Especially if we're talking ten years like Rei--who was put away by her husband for the purpose of keeping her away from his children.

I mean, let's say we stick as close to realistic as possible without going the jail route--hospitals aren't therapeutic, that's not a healing setting. Mental health care is a community action and the idea is to get people back home with their support systems as quickly as possible. AND! If that's the case then damn, at least show ALL of the UA kids getting their damn counseling sessions too since they've been in two wars? And seen dead bodies of their loved ones? I mean, go all the way with it. But! I have 0% expectations of that happening. So...it's STILL dumb.

Just, I'd rather Horikoshi just go balls to the wall with the fantastical power of love and friendship and acceptance ending. Personally I have no desire to see Tomura or Touya or Toga or anybody end their story in a freaking hospital bed. Just, why. Give them hugs, hold their hands, and send them on their merry, unrealistically sappy way.

[thecaptdynamite]

Wanted to showcase my Coffe Shop AU for our favorite blonde dork.

The Golden Lily Cafe

Chapter 1: Naming the Shop

  Jaune Arc was sitting in a room with other individuals.   His father and the real estate agent.

Real Estate Agent: "So Mr. Arc, do these terms seem acceptable... the younger Arc." Jaune looked around the empty building, the space had a lot of potential.  It had a Bar setup. A large fireplace, and a apartment above the building so he didn't have to leave.

Jaune: "I love it, how much would it be a month?"

Real Estate Agent: "Well at your current credit level as well as your dad's you're looking at about 1200 Lien a month, that includes your apartment upstairs as well."

Jaune's father Nicolas made a face, a face trying to sense if there was any lie or deception. And for his sake he saw none.

Nicolas: "I'd say take it soon, I'll handle you first year of rent. You can focus on growing for now." He gave a smile that said 'I'm here for you'. Something Jaune always wanted.  "Where do we sign?"

The Agent brought out the paperwork and they looked it over, after a mountain of signatures (A/N: When my wife and I got our house we were signing for what felt like 2 hours ) the building was under Jaune's name. 

Timeskip-

It's been a few weeks and Jaune is working on making the Cafe perfect.  He was walking to his home but stopped.

'Sob... sob'

The sounds of a child crying caught Jaune's ears.  He looked over to see a young girl, her clothes are tattered, dirty, and she also looks the same.

Jaune: "Hello there." The girl turned her head, she was dirty, had red puffy eyes, and looked cold. "Are you okay?" She flinched and slowly looked away.

???: "I don't think I am...." her grip tightened  "Mommy said that I was useless... a mistake  .." Jaune's heart shattered.  He started to walk up next to her, and held out a chocolate bar he had bought.

Jaune: "I'm Jaune.. do you need a place to stay?" He gave his normal smile and the girl started welling tears and nodding rapidly. She slowly reached for the chocolate as Jaune gently picked her up.  She felt the warmth from his touch which was a relief after being on the streets for so Ling.

???: "Thank you mister..." She nuzzled into his neck, feeling more calm.

Jaune: "It's what heroes do, ya know." He booked her nose, making her giggle a little. "Like I said, I'm Jaune Arc, whats your name?"

???: "I'm Lily, I don't have a last name anymore..." She started to well in tears again.

Jaune: "Don't worry Lily, I'll take care of you. Okay?"

She nodded into his chest as she was held.

Timeskip-

They made it to the Cafe, and her eyes grew wide. The feeling of home embraced her. She felt safe, and warm.  Something that has unfortunately eluded her for some time.

Lily: "Mr Jaune? Where are we?!" Her eyes widened in curiousity and awestruck. "It looks great!"

Jaune: "Well Lily, this is my home, and my Cafe.  Do you like it?" Lily nodded her head quickly, expressing great interest. "Well we can hang out here in a little bit, first let's getbyou cleaned up. I don't have anything that'd fit you. But I can probably repurpose a shirt." He took her to the apartment.

The apartment had a lot of plants, adding a very lush look.

Jaune started to head to the bathroom and prepped a bath while Lily looked around. She liked how the apartment looked, it reminded her of simpler times. Where her family still cared.

Lily: 'Is this what home really feels like?' She started looking around at the plants. Something about this all made her feel welcomed.

Jaune: "Lily, the bath is ready for you. I'll get some clothes ready for you. Alright?" He walked out to see her smiling looking at everything. 'How can anyone throw out there child.' She turned and smiled to Jaune. 

Lily: "Thank you so much!" She smiled, almost killing Jaune with how cute it was.

Jaune: "Hrk!!!" He turned and clutched his chest. She ran by and gave her saviors leg a hug and ran to the bathroom.  As she did Jaune sat on the couch. He pulled out his scroll and called the one person he knew he could count on. The scroll call dialed, the tone going through until a voice came through.

Saphron: "Why hello little brother, how's it going?" On the screen was Jaunes sister Saphron. 

Jaune: "Hey Saph, I have a question. If you found a child on the street whose family abandoned them would you take them in?"

Saphron: "That's oddly specific little bro. But I more than likely would. Who is the kid?"

Jaune: "Her name is Lily, and something about her makes me want to protect her, you should've seen her. She was in a alley, cold alone and hungry." Jsune laid out a tanktop he had and made it into a small dress for Lily. He then went to the kitchen to prepare her food.

Saphron: "Well first off, fuck that family for doing something I swear some people don't deserve children.  Second, I think you are doing the right thing. Just make sure you get the paperwork involved so Noone can try to take her from you."

Jaune was browning some sausage in the pot, listening to his sister. The smell of cured meat went through the house.

Jaune: "I will, first I got to make sure she's okay with it. I don't wanna claim something if she doesn't want to."

As they talked Jaune heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see Lily wearing the 'dress' he made her.

Lily: "Mr Jaune! I'm done with my shower!" Jaune almost died of cuteness again.

Saphron: "HRK!!!" Saphron almost had the same fate. "Jaune... is this my soon to be niece?" Jaune nodded and gave a smile.

Jaune: "I'll call you later. Love ya sis." He hung up the scroll and looked at Lily. "Well i hope you're hungry, I made some soup for us."

He held up the bowl of the hearty dish.

The lights in her eyes shined bright as she smiled, happy to have a meal.

Lily: "Really! Thank you!"  She ran to the table and sat on the chair. She could barely see over the table. Making Jaune laugh a little. He pulled out the other chair that had some books on it and lifted her atop of it. "Thank you Mr Jaune!"

As they ate they conversed. Jaune shared stories of his life and Lily was giggling and reacting accordingly. After their meal Jaune looked at Lily.

Jaune: "Hey Lily, I have something to ask you." She looked at him with a curious look. Her head tilting to the side a little. "Since you don't have a home, would you like to be my daughter?" The words ramg through her head, but she couldn't believe it.

Lily: "You mean... like you being my papa?"

Jaune: "That's right. I couldn't live with myself if I send you away. I want to make sure you're safe, and happy." With that he gave a smile. And Lily's eyes started to well with tears.

Lily: "Papa!!!!!" She ran and hugged Jaune, who returned it in full. The warm embrace of love making her feeling whole.

Time skip-

It's been some time since jaune adopted Lily, about 2 months to be exact.  She helped Jaune keep his positive mentality and became a staple in his happiness. His family immediately took on to Lily and treated her like blood. She was showered with gifts and love, and she had no idea how to handle it. 

Jaune stood in front of his Cafe. The tarp over the sign, ready to showcase the name. 

Jaune: "Everyone." He stated, looking to see all of his family and some spectators interested in the crowd. "Today marks the first day we open, I would like to introduce all of you to!" He removed the tarp showcasing the name. "THE GOLDEN LILY CAFE!" Lily's eyes went wide. "I hope you all can enjoy and join us for our growth.

He picked up Lily who was happier than she ever could be.

Jaune: "Well princess, let's get started."

Lily: "Okay papa!"

[d4djobesemuses]

(from @slobbyprincess)

Yuyuko likes Patchy. Quite a bit. Well, more than a bit. She likes Patchy a lot. Not for her relation to the Scarlets, nor her own strength and power.

No, Yuyu likes Patchy because she's fat as can be. A monument to slobhood and unabashed gluttony, huffing, puffing, and wheezing her way to another hundred thousand calories a day with a smile on her face. Just like Yuyuko. And also like Yuyuko... she won't let her youkai nature stop her from gorging. They're two peas in a rather unhealthy and fat-obsessed pod, after all! Is it any wonder they started spending... a lot of time together?

"Hhffff.... Patchouhlliii~..."

Yuyuko's voice, deep and warbling, ringing through the library of Miss Knowledge, is no longer unusual. Especially when it comes accompanied by the chomping and gulping of fattening slop that Yuyuko always brings with her for the journey to see her darling librarian.~

Busy choking down a burrito longer, thicker and greasier than any burrito had business being, Patchouli took a concerning amount of time to snap from her euphoria and acknowledge the obese ghost once again visiting her library.

Reluctantly, the magician finally bit the burrito, with over 10 inches of it remaining outside of her mouth and stomach, it was difficult to estimate how large the dish was when Patchouli began devouring it.

"Hrrk- ghrrk- Huhuho... hrk- urlk-... hehoh..- ghllp- urk-..."

Patchouli greeted with a lazy wave, her words entirely unintelligible as she struggled to choke down the slop.

With one final swallow, risking rupturing her throat in the process, the librarian finally swallowed, and opened her airway for proper speech.

"Hff... you've... hahh... interrupted... hff... hahh... ghff... hff... my... hahh... lunsh... hff... thish... hahh... better... hff... be... ghff... foh... junk...~"

Patchouli's statement was facetious on two fronts, the first was the insinuation she ever stopped eating to have set meals, and the second was that Yuyuko ever came to her for anything but to share a heartstopping meal.

To call their relationship friendship would oversell their familiarity, and undersell their intimacy, it was a primal bond born out of their shared need for gluttony, unashamed and unstoppable, a bond that exists solely to encourage and enable each other to overeat to the greatest capacity they could ever hope, regardless of the consequences, or rather, in a race to see who's life will be extinguished first.

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(Why have I not written Irene interacting with the other Avatars. What is this heresy. Woe, have Irene and Juliano friendship be upon ye)

"Are you having fun, Irene?"

Said girl jolts at the mention of her name, and she turns around. It's Juliano smiling gently at her. She returns the smile, but she can't help the way her nose twitches at how heavily he smells of black licorice.

"Uh, yeah..!" She nods, smiling. "It's a little.. overwhelming. I didn't think there'd be so many."

Juliano raises an eyebrow, his smile turning playful. "Irene, you have SMGs 35 and 36. There's going to be more than a few Avatars."

She blushes from embarrassment. "Yeah.. fair."

"How are you adjusting?" He asks. "I know it's a lot, considering how much your life has changed."

"The, uh.. Gmod?" She looks at him and continues after he nods. "The Gmod stretchiness is weird, but cool! And all the new random stuff is neat." She giggles. "It's awesome getting to mess with Roan and Max!"

Juliano chuckles softly. "Have anyone you're really getting along with?"

Irene pauses to think before shrugging. "Well, the other teens are cool, but.. I dunno, I feel too young to fit in. And the others are older, and I feel even younger then." She glances down. "They're all nice, but.. I dunno."

"Hey." The former Avatar smiles gently as he kneels down to place a hand on her shoulder. "That's completely okay. You're still new to this. You aren't going to know what to do or how to interact with everyone on the spot." He sets his staff to the side and places a hand on her shoulder. "So don't feel bad or like you're an outcast. You'll find someone you click with soon enough."

Irene smiles and nods, and Juliano stands back up. She fiddles with her thumbs before speaking up. "Uhm.. by the way, is it.. off to be weirdly obsessed with a food?"

"Absolutely not." Juliano shakes his head. "Everyone here does. Just.. whenever Mario brings out spaghetti, avert your eyes."

The young teen blinks at that before nodding. "So.. is it weird that my favorite food is dreams and nightmares?"

It was the older man's turn to blink. "Pardon?"

"I can eat dreams and nightmares," she explains quickly. "And I.. I kinda like just.. eating them. A lot." She pauses. "Like way too much."

Juliano chuckles softly. "It's not weird at all, Irene. Just part of being an Avatar, really."

She nods softly before leaning against him. As she looks back out at the other Avatars, innately she can feel his nightmares and his lack of sleep.

..

She plucks, and in her hand, is a small round jelly ball, pitch black with hints of purple. Irene pockets it and notices how Juliano's posture is a little more lax.

He lets out a soft hum and eyes her with a knowing look. She merely smiles.

○●○

"AUGH FUCK-"

Irene coughs and hacks violently as she leans over the bucket. "MOTHERFU- BLEEEEH-"

SMG36 opens an umbrella to stop herself from getting hit with some of the vomit. "Didn't Nightmare King literally tell you not to eat that nightmare?" She narrows her eyes. "We really need to reteach you your impulse control."

"DOES IT LOOK LIKE I CARE? HRK-"

SMG36 groans. "I'll get your painkillers."