#and trying to make sure i have anything that could be useful lol

[bnh8]

All of these actions can be easily defended though, so I don't think Haymitch was acting stupid.

Him drinking poison water wasn't stupid because none of them had any way to know that it was poison. It's not like the game makers told them beforehand, all the tributes just had to find out by trial and error just like Haymitch did. The first few tributes that ate the fruit or drank the water died, and the others learned what not to do by witnessing it.

Supporting quote: "I think about the two cannon shots that fired after the bloodbath. Did one career and one newcomer die, thereby alerting the rest of their alliance to the poisonous nature of the arena? Reminds me of the canaries we take down to the coal mines in 12."

During the countdown, he did get distracted by the rabbit, but it wasn't just because he's a dunce, it's because they literally put some kind of drug in the air around the cornucopia that impaired the tributes' thinking and made them all disoriented and unable to think clearly. He had to cover his nose and try not to breathe it in in order to get his mind back on track, and some of the other tributes were so dazed by whatever was in the air that they didn't even step off of their plates until several seconds after the gong had sounded.

Supporting quotes:

"I remember the dazed look on the tributes' faces as we awaited the gong. Did the air drug us? And is it contributing to how weak and sick I feel now?"

"I block my nose and begin to mouth-breathe to avoid the dizzying scent." "...Focus! my brain orders. What are you supposed to be doing?"

"The heady scent of pine and blossoms wafting through the woods calms my racing heart. Charming.... enticing.... these words don't do it justice. There's something almost magical about it, as if once inside those leafy arms, nothing bad could ever befall you. This must be how insects feel in the nepenthes plant, right before they drown."

"I allow myself one quick glance over my shoulder, which is enough to reassure me that the careers are late to the party, some still on their plates, others slow on the uptake and just reaching the weapons."

Him not covering his tracks in the bushes was obviously not good, but in his defense, he was still impaired and recovering from the effects of the poison. He was VIOLENTLY sick and barely able to walk. Yes, he should have covered his trail if he was well enough to think logically, but he physically wasn't able to do much of anything except use the last of his strength to drag himself to that bush and then collapse (and again, he had no way of knowing that the water was poisoned, so not his fault).

Supporting quotes:

"...so I wobble off the the north. It's no good. After a few hundred yards, I slide to the forest floor, throw up my latest charcoal tablet, and scrunch back into a ball. The chills begin, racking my body and causing my teeth to chatter so hard I'm in danger of breaking them."

"...[I] consider climbing a tree, but I'm so woozy I'm sure to tumble out."

"For several hours I alternate between violent chills and drenching fever sweats. Pain spikes my muscles, and my head feels like it's trapped in one of Tam Amber's vises."

I don't want to be that annoying person that goes actually-🤓, but I think most of Haymitch's actions weren't particularly stupid. He was a teen that was put into a really fucked up arena unlike anything there had been in the past, where the air and water are poisoned and he has no way of knowing this except for finding out by trial and error. Most of his mistakes were pretty reasonable mistakes to make.

(Also I'm not sure what you're referring to when you say an "alarming number of bunny related decisions." I'd love to hear you elaborate on that lol.)

katniss: how do you think haymitch won the games?

peeta: he outsmarted the others

haymitch in his games: drinks poison water, falls asleep in a blueberry patch without attempting to cover his tracks, tries to pet a bunny during the countdown, makes an alarming number of bunny-related decisions in general

[kanmom51]

Thank you love for your kind words.

Funny you mention this, but it does feel like the winds of change.

Something is happening. People are not only starting to see but they are also starting to say. Are they just opening their eyes coming to these new realisations, or are they finally allowing themselves to acknowledge things they noticed before and say them out loud? What changed? I'd say a rhetorical question at that. It's not that JM and JK weren't loud over the years. Constantly trying to show us all what they meant to each other, what they felt for each other. Saying that, there was always the deniability there. Always allowing for those who wanted to, or those that didn't want to 'assume', to write it off as 'something', as anything else but two young men in love with each other. Because, how could that be? With the industry that doesn't allow dating. With a homophobic society. With the hypocrisy of "we don't want to assume they are gay but at the same time we are assuming they aren't".

But ever since the announcement of them enlisting together things have started to shift. It is huge. No argument. And as much as there were those that tried to diminish from it, with "they are only doing basic training together", or "they won't be serving the whole time together", or "they both have different duties so they don't really see each other much and anyway JK's a cook so he is in different dorms", or whatever other bullshit they came up with, both JM and JK had made sure to prove them all wrong. Not only do we know they serve in the same base, but then they came to make sure and clarify that they spend their spare time together, they sing together, shower together, sing in the shower together, share a room, share future life conversations, and the latest was JM's reply on Weverse to a fan asking if JK was there with him, with a kind of, and this is not a direct translation but the gist of it: "sure he is, duh". And let it sink in for a sec that this was him posting mid-day on a Friday. So whichever way you look at it, they are spending their time off together. Quelle surprise... NOT!!

And then we had AYS. And anyone that has eyes and half a brain, and doesn't bathe in JM or JK hatred or homophobia, could clearly see just how much those two love each other, what they mean to each other, how much chemistry they have, how intimate they are with each other. And when you see that, when you are willing to open you eyes, that could be an awakening moment.

Add those two and WOW!!

I'm not even talking about the plant gift.

That one was more a Karmy a-ha moment and one for us Jikookers to revel in as well.

Anyway, all this is me saying that I do believe you are right. People are seeing it. You know who else is seeing it? Those that most definitely don't want to see it, lol. And that is also why we are experiencing wave after wave of mostly JM (and his dad) hate. They just cannot contain themselves. All I will say is: Fuck them. Kind of think this to be a sentiment shared by JK and JM as well at this point.

As for JK having a thing for JM's feet or legs... Hmm...

I think JK has a thing for all of JM.

No, not a cop out here, lol.

He definitely has a thing for his butt.

But, no pun intended, he does also adore JM's feet.

And legs. Especially when they are nice and smooth...

Lol, gotta love those two.💜💜

49 days to go!!!

Clock is ticking, but in the best way ever.

[lewismcqueen]

could've been. 1/2

lh44 x black!reader

summary: you and Lewis meet again for the first time since 2008, and his presence leaves you reminiscing on what could have been. cw: this will be smutty all the way through. story involves infidelity, so feel free to pass on this one if that distresses you. a/n: this was gonna be a one-shot but I could feel deep in my spirit that it was gonna be longgg asf so...two parter! (not a series lol). I know folks don't love Lewis' pre-braids era but just go with it this one time for the plot 😁 I tried to cosplay as a British writer for a second it might be inaccurate pls don't jump me 🙏🏾

“Don’t look so down, honey. Walk around, grab a couple drinks!” 

Your husband, Joshua Lee, flashed you that ‘party host’ smile that was more for everyone else than for you. He raised his flute of champagne in the air jovially before turning away. He had an audience to entertain.

He thinks he’s in the fucking Great Gatsby, you thought to yourself with a sigh. 

You touched a manicured hand to the white cashmere sweater tied around your shoulders overtop a navy blue blouse. It was starting to create unnecessary bulk, and you considered removing it and just tying it around your waist the way you used to. Too hot out to just put it on. 

Freshly-cut grass occasionally brushed the sides of your feet as you wandered around what was the third garden party that your husband had decided to throw on a whim within the past couple of months. It’s considerably more crowded today, which meant that he’d likely invited a few of his buddies from Formula One, and you now had twice as many folks to smile and wave at if you couldn’t weave around them. Some had even begun to recognize you; he liked to take you to races and paddock walks to ‘show you off’. Brag about how he’d married you before any of the actual racers could as soon as you graduated.

You were just ending a conversation with one of the drivers�� wives about where you got your sandals from when a man’s voice that was not your husband’s called out your name. It took a second to place it, but the pang of familiarity was unmistakable. Eyes widening, you turned around. 

“Lewis?”

-

“What?” Lewis’ brows furrowed. 

Now, this Lewis hasn’t grown his hair out yet, keeping it closely cropped so that none of the other racers or the media had anything to comment on. He hasn’t pierced his ears just yet either. He’s wearing a black polo shirt—you swear he has a million of those—over loose blue jeans on which he wipes sweaty palms. Lewis is trying to look irritated and pragmatic, but it doesn’t quite reach his dark brown eyes. They always gave him away, revealing that he cared more than he would like to admit. 

This is the Lewis you knew.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” you snapped. You began counting off on your fingers, “You walk right past me after races, you miss my birthday, you’ve not returned any of my calls, or my mum’s calls! Do you know how crazy it is to let my mum go to voicemail?”

Lewis’ expression softened, and he suddenly looked very tired. “Look, I’m sorry, alright? I’ve got back-to-back training sessions with my dad, then it’s straight back home for me. I’m hanging out with you now, though, right?”

“Sure, I guess.” 

“You don’t accept my apology?”

You pretended to check your nails. The glittery blue polish had finally begun to chip. 

“I don’t know.”

Soft, quiet laughter came from the other side of your bed. “What the hell is your problem?”

He called your name one, two, then three times, but you continued sulking with your head turned in the other direction. Finally, you felt his finger beneath your chin, turning your face towards his. You stuck out your bottom lip with a pout.

Lewis tilted his head with a grin. He liked to do that whenever he was trying to make you forget whatever he’d just done to annoy you at that moment, sometimes batting his long lashes and narrowing his eyes for full effect. It was almost coquettish. And it always worked. 

“Are you mad at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Well don’t be, ‘cuz I got you something. That's the main reason I came here.”

Lewis bent down and reached into his backpack, which he had laid beside your bed when he came in. From it he produced a small white satin pouch with drawstrings. Gently, he placed it into your palm and closed your hand.

“Open it.”

You pried open the soft material and gasped softly as you pulled out a gold necklace. The warm light of your bedside lamp reflected off of a nameplate hanging from the chain. Your name, in stylish, curling letters. It was going to be extra hard to stay mad now.

You held the nameplate between your fingers. “How…how did you know?”

He snorted. “Overheard you begging your poor mum to buy you one. Put it on, then.”

You undid the clasp and wrapped the chain delicately around your neck, finding the hole it was supposed to go through with your fingers with practiced ease. Letting it fall at your collarbone, you brushed back iron-pressed hair and turned to Lewis. “How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” he answered with an earnestness that caught you off-guard. “I’m really gonna miss you.”

You were half-expecting him to be a smart Alec and say something like, “The same, but with a necklace” or something. But he was staring at you the way he stared at the sunset when you two would watch it together while sitting on the hood of his dad’s car. 

Staring, and getting much, much closer. 

His lips pressed against yours before you could even react. When he pulled away, he suddenly looked mortified. Heart drumming in your ears, you noticed the residue of some of your lip gloss creating a sheen on his lips. It was a lucky thing you were wearing your favorite tank top today, because the heat simmering beneath your skin would’ve made you break into sweats.

Lewis held his hands out defensively like you were going to hit him.  “I’m so sorry—”

“Shut up.”

Impulsively, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into another kiss. You had watched him make out with other girls enough times in sixth form to get the general idea of how it ought to be done. Now, fresh out of your first year of university, you were basically an expert. Sort of.

“Wow,” Lewis exhaled with his lips still nearly brushing yours. He smirked. “You’re a terrible kisser.”

You rolled your eyes. “Then show me how, idiot. Since you’re apparently so good at snogging.”

“Let go of my shirt, and I will.”

Despite your casual remarks, you were very sure that your steadily rising heart rate and heavy breathing was the loudest thing in the room. Lewis gently held your chin again.

“Alright, so you’ve gotta tilt your head.”

“Like this?”

“No,” he laughed. “Other way.”

You followed his lead before leaning in with your lips slightly parted this time. He guided your hand up to his face, where you rested it on his cheek as you went in for a much surer kiss. 

Save for the occasional awkward clicking of teeth, you eventually fell into a rhythm. Lewis’ hand came to rest on your waist. He seemed to approach making out like he did racing; the moment he felt you relax, he pushed further, deepening the kiss with more hunger than before. Your breathing had just begun to even out again when he made the bold move of planting a soft, experimental kiss on your neck, making you tense up. He pulled away, looking hesitant.

“Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop if you ask me to.”

You bit your lip, considering. A week from now, he’d be back to racing, unlikely to ever bring this up again, knowing him. You’d be going back to school to study engineering in a couple of months. The bedroom door was locked. Might as well make the most of it.

“No,” you finally answered, voice so low you were nearly whispering. “Keep going.”

Slowly, Lewis lowered his head to where it was before. You placed a hand on the back of his neck as he made contact with hot skin, more sucking now than kissing. As your mouth fell open with the added pressure, you thought about how this felt way better than how it looked in those R-rated movies you sometimes snuck off to watch together. 

Just as the tender spot above your necklace began to feel sore, he broke contact. His eyelids were low as he looked at you, lips just slightly pinker than they were before. He was staring downwards, where the nameplate rested just above the swell of your breasts. Lewis looked up.

“It’s, uh, better lying down. Can you…?”

He didn’t have to finish the question for you to get the message. Lewis got up as you swung your legs and scooted forward so that you were lying flat on your back. He climbed onto the cramped twin-sized bed with you, carefully settling right between your legs. Suddenly, you were very aware of how high up your thighs your shorts cut off, how your hair was going to be a flattened mess after you got up, and how you might look from above while gazing up at him through thick red prescription glasses. This rapid line of thought was soon cut off when his lips crashed into yours again.

You pointed at your spectacles as he hovered over you. “Should I take these off?”

He shook his head, “I like when you keep them on.”

Huh, you think. Must have a thing for glasses.

“You know, if they get crooked, it’s not gonna look very—”

“I like when they’re crooked.”

A mischievous smile spread across his face; The statement seemed to shut you up.

Lewis had been right. It was easier lying down. Your hands roamed up and down his back as you gave him full access to your neck. You felt him tug at the hem of your shirt.

“Can I?” he asks against your skin.

“M-hm.”

You actually weren’t sure what you expected him to do until you felt his hand slide underneath your tank top and begin kneading your breast through your sports bra. This was now completely uncharted territory, but heat was building between your thighs and you wanted him to explore all of you until he knew it like the back of his hand. 

An unexpected, quiet moan escaped you when his thumb swiped over your nipple. You’d never moaned before, not even by yourself when your dorm was empty.

This seemed to signal something to Lewis, who momentarily sat up on his knees to bring his shirt up over his head, revealing an expanse of bronze skin with lean muscle that wasn’t there before. He discarded it onto the fluffy pink rug you had on the floor.

You lie there gaping for a moment, before realizing that you were supposed to do the same or it would be weird. You were about to wriggle out of your top when he stopped you.

“I can do it, it’s fine.”

Raising your arms, you let him briefly remove your glasses and hoist the turquoise fabric over your head. He looked so focused as he carefully placed the glasses back on your face that he could’ve been doing surgery. Lewis had never looked this methodical in your presence before. 

Now that you were more or less topless, there was no bit of skin that went untouched by his lips or tongue. He was kissing your navel when you finally stated the obvious.

“I didn’t realize you were into me like that.”

Lewis stopped and looked up at you quizzically. Then he smiled. “Me neither.”

-

This new, less familiar Lewis wore a white tank top that showed off extensively-tattooed arms, earrings that glittered in the sunlight, and hair that was braided into neat square sections with faded edges because he had won too many championships to be worried about what the media would say about it. He had a hand shoved into the pocket of some fashionably-baggy cargo pants while the other hand carefully held a champagne glass.

That sharp, gap-toothed smile was the same, though. And the way he said your name again, softer this time.

“Hey,” he regarded you warmly. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Still reeling from his sudden appearance, you stuttered. 

“Y-yes, it…certainly has been. A while, I mean.”

“I know what you mean. How have you been?”

You thought you’d gotten used to seeing him, given his face was everywhere now. But the intensity of those eyes couldn’t be captured on camera. Suddenly you were back in first year again, moaning beneath him in your old bedroom. 

“I’ve been…good,” you nodded.

“Oh, don’t give me that. It’s been so long that you’ve gone and got married!” His hand left his pocket to gesture animatedly. “Tell me something. I mean, how’s married life? What do you do these days?” 

You had forgotten that Lewis could chat up a tree if he wanted to. “It’s been alright,” you say unconvincingly with a practiced smile. “Joshua’s been great, he takes me to races once in a while. I even get to tour the garage sometimes, though I’m not as involved as I’d planned to be. It’s like I never left.”

“You were studying engineering, right? I’d love to see you working around the paddock, if you’re ever interested. I’ll vouch for you.”

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d given that up—all of it—because you thought you were in love. Now your degree was nothing more than a notch in your belt. A mere decoration collecting dust on your nightstand. 

“I’ll be sure to call you if I ever think of joining the team. We’re always rooting for Mercedes,” Gesturing towards Joshua’s figure in the distance, you started to move past Lewis. “I will see you—”

“Wait,” 

You felt Lewis’ hand lightly touch your elbow. You stopped, only turning halfway.

He looked like he was still figuring out what to say afterwards, as if he had stopped you on impulse. His free hand awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “I, um, don’t have your number.”

You nodded slowly. 

“Right, um,” you reached into the back pocket of your white capris and pulled out your phone. 

Once you added a new contact labeled with his name, he typed in his number.

“Well, there you go.” You gave him a strained, polite smile. 

Lewis looked like he wanted to say something, but you turned to leave before he could. You told yourself it was better this way. I’m married, you repeated like a mantra in your head.

I’m married, I’m married, I’m married.

[mikimakiboo]

Time Travelers AU - Well, well, well...

I know I said I was gonna get back on track but I failed an exam and my grandpa's sick again so I'm really trying my best here :') I think I have ideas for two chapters after this one ? I'll try to write them faster than one month each lol :'D

I really want to get over Cross's time, I love this boy but I don't have much to say about his time sadly :')

Also everyone go check out @ancha-aus 's drabble because it is amazing !!! It takes place later in the story so I will link it again when we get there but still !! Go read !!

I swear I spend more time looking at dictionaries than actually writing the chapters, why did I gave them all dead languages

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The first night in Cross's house had been fairly calm, Horror and him had managed to make a bed for everyone, though Nightmare preferred sleeping on the bench on the kitchen side of the house, Cross couldn't blame him honestly, straw wasn't what someone would call a fancy beding, compared to it anything would be better, even a bench. Killer was very happy with the straws and kept making little braids with it, five in total, and he gave one to everyone afterward. Horror was fine too, Cross never heard the viking complain about anything anyway, so either he was really fine with it or he was just very polite. Dust was strangely excited, Cross didn't think it was possible to be excited about straw beds after having used the amazing couch in his house but here he was, mumbling things to himself as he sat on the bed.

It luckily hadn't rained, so the humidity didn't come in and they were able to keep a certain warmth inside of the small house. Usually peasant houses shared the space with the cattle and the warmth of the animals would heat up the house, but Cross was a knight, he didn't have animals, so he had to rely on fire, but as he didn't have infinite wood he would most of the time keep it to cook and use this heat to warm himself up.

Cross had been the first to wake up and had rapidly been followed by Horror. He saluted him with a smile.

- Dieus vos doinst boinjor.

- Kveðja, ér sofa vel ? Horror answered.

"Vel" meant "well", that Cross was sure, and he remembered Horror using "sofa" to say "sleep", with these two words he guessed he must have either asked if Cross slept well or informed him that he slept well. Cross nodded, both answering the question if it was aimed at him and showing satisfaction if it wasn't.

- Volez avoc moy aler a jart ? Cross asked if Horror wanted to go to the garden with him, pointing at the door.

He needed to pick some vegetables for dinner and the others were still asleep, so he might as well grab them now and not bother his friends later. Horror looked at the door, frowning slightly.

- Ek þurfa vitja úti ? He asked, confused.

Cross was confused too, what did Horror understand ? He looked around for a second before grabbing a basket and showing it to Horror, then going to the door and signing for him to come along as he went outside and around the house towards the small garden. Horror followed, curious, and watched as Cross pointed at the different plants than at the basket. Did Cross want him to pick those plants and put them in the basket ? He slowly picked a carrot and looked at Cross as he put it down, seeing him nod, he smiled, and both of them started picking the vegetables, teaching each other their names. It was nice, and when they went back inside, everybody was up.

Cross put the basket on the table, letting Dust inspect it, he seemed rather curious about the vegetables, surely comparing them to those he had at home. He glanced at his countertop, he had just enough bread for today and maybe tomorrow morning, he would need to go in town tomorrow in the afternoon and buy some more. He could bake some, sure, but it was time consuming so he preferred buying already prepared ones. He also checked his water supply, he needed to go to the well.

- Eo dei a puit aler. Dust, volez moy sivir ? Cross gathered all his courage, asking Dust to follow him.

Dust looked up at him, thinking, his sockets always squinted a bit when he was thinking, and he ended up looking at Nightmare who was staring at the bench, well, not the bench, but the little straw braid Killer made him and that he had put on the bench for the night.

- Nightmare ? What d-

Nightmare flinched and sharply turned to look at him.

- Oop, sorry, didn't mean to startle you, Dust apologized, what does "sivir" mean ?

Nightmare hesitated, his gaze diverting for a second, before he talked, for the first time since the forest, though his voice was low, not as self assured as when he would talk in Dust's time.

- S.. suivre.. ? He stuttered.

Everybody caught that, but nobody commented.

- Suivre ? Dust repeated, like uhh... I know this word, I've seen it on social media... oh ! Follow ! Yeah ! He turned to Cross, smiling, yeah I'll follow you ! I'll uhh.. sivir vos.. ?

Cross smiled, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest, he just invited Dust to the well, he did that, oh god. He quickly nodded and grabbed two empty jars before heading to the door that Dust opened for him.

- Nos anteruns viste !

They will be back soon, he said as he went out with the hoodied skeleton, leaving the three others together.

- So... what's a "puit" ? Dust asked as they walked.

- Por panre l'aigue, li n'en estat gueres à maise.

He explained as simply as he could, telling him it's to take water as he didn't have any at home. Dust just frowned.

- Huh-huh. Well you know what ? "Aigue" sounds like "agua" in Spanish and since you've got jars I'm gonna say it's for water. That or wine. I don't know what people usually drink in the Middle Ages.

He finally answered. Did he understand ? Cross had no doubt he did, Dust was smart, he always figured out stuff.

- Now if we're going to grab some water I guess it's either a river or a well ?

Cross liked hearing Dust talk, he had such a sweet voice, so confident and yet always sounding unsure at the end of his sentences, as if he was expecting to be wrong about every supposition he made when really he was probably the most smart of them all.

- ... Did I say something stupid ? Dust frowned, sounding a bit nervous.

Why would he feel nervous ? Cross didn't see any reason to feel- oh god he had been staring. He quickly shook his head and looked forward, a purple blush on his cheekbones.

- P-pardon. He apologized.

- Okay.. ?

The walk to the well was... awkward, Cross didn't dare look at him, he didn't want to stare again, at least with his arms holding the jars he wasn't tempted to grab Dust's hand.

Once they arrived Dust looked at the stone well with wonder. Was it the first time he saw a well ? He did have water directly in his house, so maybe wells weren't a thing anymore in the future ?

Cross put the jars down, grabbing the bucket attached to the log above the well to make it fall in until it hit the water and slowly filled itself. Dust was watching carefully, bent over the hole, his eyelights were almost sparkling with curiosity and Cross could see the water reflecting on his bones... he would give anything to be allowed to hold him close and-

- It's full, Dust announced, straightening.

- O-oh uh, oil.. ! Cross was brutally shaken out of his thoughts.

The bucket was full, so Cross pulled on the lever until it came back all the way up to grab it and pour the water in the first jar, when he straightened up Dust was looking at him. He made a grabby motion towards the bucket.

- Can I try ? He asked, badly masking his excitement.

Cross couldn't help but blush as he handed him the bucket and watched as he put it back in the well to wait patiently for it to fill. He didn't think such a simple activity would interest Dust so much, and yet here he was, happily filling the jars with water. There was something childish and yet so attractive to it, Cross wanted to protect that, he wanted to protect that amazement for everything that surrounded him.

- Estrez tanz jolif... Cross said without thinking.

He instantly blushed, he really didn't mean to call Dust pretty. Well, Dust was pretty, but he didn't mean to say it to his face !

- Huh ? Dust answered, not having heard as he was putting the bucket back on the edge of the well.

- E-Eo diseie nos devrïens antrer !

He corrected, saying they needed to go back home as he grabbed the two full jars.

- Oh, we're going ? Don't you want me to hold one ? They look heavy, Dust asked him, going to grab a jar but Cross stopped him.

- Eo puys porter, mercit ! He thanked, telling him he could hold them.

- If you say so, Dust didn't insist.

Cross smiled at him, and lead the way back home with two full jars and a soul racing like never before.

He really needed to get his thoughts under control.

[bardan-jusik]

omg thank you!!

okay i'm sure everyone expects me to say kal, but it's actually vau

yeah i know i know we're introduced to him as 'the guy who is willing to torture prisoners' and 'the guy who nearly killed atin because of how atin was reacting to how his squad died'

this is not a vau defense post. im not saying he's a GOOD person. he has done, will do, and shows no remorse for a lot of horrible shit. HOWEVER he never does sadistic shit for his own entertainment- it's always because that's what (he believed) needed to be done, to protect those he cares about. and he is extraordinarily lawful about it

i could find more instances of vau demonstrating that he's actually extremely moral but i'm going to focus on the true colors intro scene for the sake of brevity lol

-very explicit about delta not touch anything, he is the one robbing the bank, not them

-he is a civilian, and multiple times through the books he uses his lack of military rank to do things that he would not be able to square with his conscience if he was in a military

-'my squad' 'boys' and 'won't go as far as kal'- he's maintaining the distance of not calling them his sons, but he clearly thinks of them that way. i believe that he won't think of them as his sons because he feels it would be inappropriate, for several reasons- he doesn't want to put himself in a parental role, knowing he would be shit at it, he may feel that after all they had to do to the clones on kamino it would be tasteless to try and play a father figure even if he would be good at it, and it may just be that the concept of fatherhood is distasteful to him because of his own fuckass dad

-'its heartbreaking' and 'tiny kids' and 'he's running out of time faster than me' LIKEEEEE. his inner thoughts are very focused on how much he cares about the clones, even if strong emotion doesn't come easily to him (and he's at least somewhat intellectually aware of whats up there, straight up says his dad fucked him up)

-his arguments with kal are really insightful into his own morals- he thinks that kal treating the clones like his sons is detrimental to the clones. whether kal or vau is right isn't the point- i think that the way they both handled their cadets respectively was the only way either of them could have squared it to themselves morally, and there was no objective Correct Way to handle this deeply fucked up situation

-dude lies to jedi and always manages to do it in ways that are morally acceptable to him

-gives the sapphire to ordo in a gesture that shows extremely substantial support for him and his relationship, and approval of besany, and is also justice towards vau' family

-helps kal dig the foundation for the memorial, which im sure to vau was more or less keeping kal company and showing him some solidarity while kal did what he needed to do to deal with his grief

-goes looking for sev on kashyyyk

-his beskar is black, representing justice

i could probably write a damn book on kal and vau's Whole Thing and this feels deeply incoherent right now but basically- vau cares even if he prefers to show it only through significant, meaningful action and never verbally, vau's actions MUST make internal moral sense to him, and i cannot think of a single thing he does in the books that wasn't motivated by a desire to help the people he cares about

versus kal who easily shows love, verbally, physically, through action- it hurts kal to not show affection. he has to lie to a terrorist and say he doesnt care about the clones to seal a deal and immediately asks to make sure they know he didn't mean it. his actions also must make internal moral sense to him, but he goes about it differently than vau- vau won't take a military position, kal won't sleep in a bed. and not a single thing kal does wasn't motivated by a desire to help the people he cares about

they are INSANE and just. holy shit it's good writing. the character building and dynamics are CRAZY. but you don't get that if you think that vau is an immoral person

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Could you ever see Ford getting into a sorta DDLG relationship with Reader? Ford doesn’t need to be referred to as daddy or anything like that, it’s just more or less the nature of the relationship

thank u for asking!! seriously. made my brain work lol because ive thought about this too. honestly a lot. and i still don’t have a clear answer

part of the reason it’s so hard to figure out is because ddlg, when we’re talking about the actual dynamic, not just internet kinky stuff, is kinda complicated. it's deeply psychological, for me its about vulnerability and being taken care of in a very dependency-coded way. and with Ford, you can’t talk about dynamics like that without talking about trauma, guilt, repression, and the constant tension between his need for control and his belief that he’s fundamentally not safe to be close to

ill hide it under the cut because it's long

i believe Ford is extremely caring. intensely so. he’s protective over those he loves and absolutely has the capacity to caretake. i mean, he’s the kind of person who would research your triggers. who would actually read articles about your mental health condition and then print them out and annotate them. he’s the kind of person who would wake you up with a glass of water and your meds without making it a big deal. who would block off certain lab sections just because “i don’t want you around the chemicals, i’m not risking that” he’s cautious and self-sacrificing and..... yeah, really tender under the layers of anxiety. he’s not cold, i don’t see him so. maybe really bad with his feelings and explaining his emotions, but he’s not THAT distant emotionally, especially not when he really loves someone, especially OLDER Ford, post-weirdmageddon, when he's finally trying to be in the world, near his brother and family, instead of just run from it.

i think, Ford is not okay with being in that role CONSCIOUSLY. let me explain!! because deep down, he doesn’t trust himself with power after nearly destroying the whole world (not his fault, but he still blames himself for it). he has done damage with it to the people he loves so much. to Stan. to McGucket. to the entire world, as he thinks of course, because of weirdmaggedon.

BUT, and this is important, if we’re talking about a dynamic where it’s very much care-focused - yeah. Ford WOULD do things like make sure you ate. he’d pack your bag if you had a big day and he knows your executive dysfunction’s acting up. he’d gently push your forehead and go “bed. now. no, i don’t care that your doomscrolling is ‘important,’ come on.” he’d tuck you in and grumble about you using your phone a lot. and he’d never call himself “daddy” that's right, but he’d say things like ”come here, sweetheart. sit still for me”, ”i’ll take care of that.”, “you don’t have to think about it right now, i’ve got you.”, ”talk to me about it” and etc

and i 1000% believe there would be days where he needs to be the one taken care of. like where he goes into a shut-down state and doesn’t eat and you have to drag him out of his work chair. and if the dynamic is mutual and based on trust and respect rather than roles, i think Ford would exist in that kind of relationship absolutely normally. it just wouldn’t be ddlg in the way most people imagine. like sexualized or through roleplay that’s too close to the thing he fears he failed at most, being responsible for someone’s wellbeing

so yeah.... :') i’m still not sure. it's just Ford is that kind of character you want to trust, you want him to take care of you especially if you're into older men lol. and i think he wants that too, to take care of someone, he just doesn’t always think he deserves it because of his past

i hope that didn’t sound weird by the way. and yeah, not my final answer either. i love getting philosophical about this stuff. i still think about it a lot. AND IF YOU HAVE YOUR OWN THOUGHTS I’D GENUINELY LOVE TO READ THEM <3

[tarotchariotpickyourcard]

PAC - IS YOUR EX OVER YOU?

Is your ex over you?

Please select the number 1, 2 or 3. Or left to right:

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(Take these with a pinch of salt, for a bit of fun. Entertainment purposes only and all that jazz. Don't make decisions based on this lol, use that noggin' of yours that is so smart and perfect and remember you're always too good for 'em anyway!)

Group 1🌈

Yes

STORK - BOOK - BOUQUET

You may not know this, but they have a new admirer or are admiring someone new. They may have even had them in mind during your relationship or near the end (I’m sorry If that sounds harsh, sometimes people only leave confidently if they know they can jump into another relationship).

Looks like they’ve started something new. They might have been seeing the writing on the wall between you two, or noticing affection lessening or a negative change. The romance between you two might have been fizzling out. 

Rider up top is for sure literally moving on. You might hear about this later on the grapevine. For now with book in the centre it makes me thinks they’re being tight lipped or not revealing much right now. Or that’s how it could’ve been when you separated, and you might not have understood quite why they were ending things.

They view this as a good change, and what they needed. If there was something you were wondering, you will get your answers. You might realize that there was no winning with this person, because their attention just seemed to go on starting anew. 

MICE - RIDER - BIRDS STORK - BOOK - BOUQUET MOON - KEY - CHILD

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GROUP 2🍏

Yes, but…

CLOVER RING FOX

They’re a commitment-phobe

Clover is temporary, they might have seen the last relationship as a fling, or something not so serious. Next to ring really is a temporary agreement, just a bit of fun. Fox next to ring is like having the mask of wanting something more serious or a long term agreement. This person pretended to want more, or want what you want.

They are happy playing the field right now. They might think you were just one of many options for them.

It looks like more than anything they like being single, or in non serious situations, hooking up, that kind of thing. They would not have been capable of giving you what you needed. I get the intuition they still think about you though, but I don’t really see regret, maybe just at the way of how you separated or stopped seeing each other. Did you give them an ultimatum?

Either way, I have to be honest, it looks like this is for the best for sure.

This person may be older than you or more experienced. They may be having to handle documents or communication with a council or government. They might be guilty of hiding certain things as well.

I think this person might have the typical issue of not wanting to commit or wanting independence, yet it can be lonely at times. Stinks of the whole late night hitting up. 

If they’re not single right now, they are yet again pretending things are great or that they want something they really actually don’t. They really do replay how things happened though.

SUN - CROSSROADS - SCYTHE CLOVER - RING - FOX LILIES. - LETTER - TOWER

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GROUP 3🐭

They aren’t over you.

CHILD - SNAKE -WOMAN STARS - FOX -MICE CROSS. - SUN - HEART

They might pretend they care less, or like you less.

They may be using an account online to view your social media.

They want to start over with you but understand that it would be naive to expect that.

This seems like a messy one. 

They still have strong feelings (yes, I know mice is there, but sun next to heart is such a strong influence).

There’s a sentiment of the connection being worth struggle, or hardships. They would be willing to try again. They could think there is a spiritual connection between you two. In their opinion, they seem to have a more childlike or pure type of feelings towards you. They might have done some things out of pride, and it ruined the relationship before it even got to properly start. 

Whoever is the lady in the relationship or the feminine one, they are going through some things right now. They might be having issues with money, they might be ill. There is a burden on them somewhere. 

If we want to go strong on interpretations, someone here could have stolen from the other, or be a charming person who was out for themselves. They might be someone who is willing to do anything to succeed. Or this could be talking about yourself being successful or wilful. There might be something about you (looks, dominance, popularity) that makes them still desire you.

Someone took advantage of the other here. It’s hinting there was a third party (classic other woman/man) or they played hooky. They could have played innocent with you. I’m seeing if this is the case, they have acknowledged it and would take responsibility for it if they got another chance.

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Hope it made sense, I'm having fun with lenormand so take this with a pinch of salt! Let me know if you can put anything together too!

Enjoy your day.

[bontu-the-l0ver]

Hello!😊I was wondering if you could make a ikevil fanfic about how each villain would react if Mc gave birth to their child,

a bit description: it was on a trip for some free time, or smth when Mc suddenly fell into labor(at 5,6,7 etc months), or you can just do the description yourself, if you’d like😄

Chat I got my first request!!

Ahem... Ahem...

Sure I can do that thank you for trusting me on this.

Ikevil guys and unexpected premature birth.

Over all notes:

I gotta admit this toons while, sorry for it being late.

I don't even like William that much but I feel like it's the longest and best story of all of them lol.

I rewrote the whole story of Victor cuz I made him lose the baby but i feel so bad... I actually edited Liam's story too because of that.

I gotta admit I was really close to make all of them have girls cuz they all are so dad girl core but it wouldn't be fair.

William Rex

William decided to take you on a trip, he just wanted to have some alone time with you, it's not that he doesn't enjoy the company of the other guys but he really wanted to have you for him only before the baby was born.

You two were on the carriage, he wanted to take you on a fancy dinner and then stay in a hotel in the city and then indulge in your desires but his plans were interrupted.

- Ugh... I think I'm having some cramps... - You said as you caress your belly, you were 7 months, the baby already moved and caused you cramps.

- Maybe I can massage so you feel better. - William offered, his hands moved to your belly caressing your lower abdom but the cramps didn't stop. The cramps started to get stronger.

- It's not helping... - You sighs. - William, I don't really feel good... - That's it William informed the driver to return to the castle. The driver nodded and changed the direction of the carriage.

- Please hold in, maybe it's some cramps, I'm sure Roger will do magic to hel- You grabbed his hand and squeezed it making him gasp. - Stop it! - William used his ability by accident. - Sorry, I didn't meant to... - William apologized but You were in pain due to the terrible "Cramps".

- We are back. - The driver stopped the carriage. William carried you to Roger, he heard them coming so he got ready for anything.

- Don't worry darling, I'm sure he will help you... - William let Roger inspect you as he stayed at you side, he whispered at your ear soft words and phrases to reassure you but once Roger commented that you were on labor William became pale. He had really pale skin but now he was as white as a sheet of paper. He knew the baby was coming but he thought he still had 2 months left to prepare, but he didn't, now he was standing next to you as Roger prepared everything to revive the baby.

- Will... I'm scared... - You said, your words only made him tense more, but you needed him, so he finally moved and kissed your forehead trying to reassure you.

- You will be okay, it's a bit soon yes, but I'm sure you will be okay. - William said, his hands on yours as you started to push and after what look d like years a boy was born, Roger handed you the baby, resting it over your chest. William feels relived to see both of you are okay, he looks at the baby, he's so tiny, he knew newborn babies were tiny but he was specially small. Maybe he would need special care during this first stage of life but William was ready to give it to both of you.

- You did it, and you did it amazingly. - William compliments you as he wipes the sweat of your forehead. - You deserve to be treated like a queen, I will give you anything you ask.

Victor

Victor was serving you one of his splendid desserts, you two were on a romantic date on a park, after shopping Victor decided it was time to eat and started to display all the snacks he prepared.

- Victor! You did my favorites. - You said as you reach for each snack, to try a bit of everything.

- Of course I did! I will only give you the best for helping me create this life. - Victor leaned to kiss your belly making you giggle. - Alright now eat up! I need to feed you both! - Victor clapped and prepared some of his magic tricks to entertain you when he noticed something wasn't right....

- Y/n is everything okay? - You looked surprised. - Well, I'm kinda having a stomach pain, maybe the baby is moving too much? - You said but Victor was really worried. - Don't worry I don't think it's anything. - You said trying to reassure him, but Victor was already packing.

- I think I tired you when we went shopping. - Victor said. - We should go back and ask Roger to check you.

- I don't thinks it's anything to cancel our plans... - You said but Victor made up his mind. - We can always make another little trip! - Victor then carried you to a carriage, even thought you didn't want to admit it you started to feel worse and worse, Victor technically ran to Roger with you in his arms, Roger immediately started to check on you. Victor looked at you worried.

- I'm pretty sure it's nothing. - You said but Victor was already side by side with Roger, checking on you.

- She's in labor, Victor. - Roger said, Victor didn't hesitate to get ready, he wanted to receive the baby.

- Victor, let Roger handle this... - You said but Victor had made up his mind Roger sighed as your labor started. Victor squeezed you, helping you change position for you to be comfortable and trying to help Roger but he was getting in his job.

Finally the baby was born, Victor jumped in happiness and Roger let him carry the baby.

- Look, we have our baby! Our baby it's okay! - Victor said getting close to you. - Isn't our baby beautiful? He is so small but it's okay, he is going to grown strong because we will help him. - Roger laughed. - It's a she.

- A she?! Even better! - Victor jumped making the baby cry again. - Ups, sorry darling, I just can't wait for you to grow so I can dress you up!

Liam Evans

You two were in Scala, Liam had the whole theater for you two alone, he was interpreting all your favorite characters that he had play.

- Who should I interpret next? - Liam asked you as you sat in the first row of seats.

- Can we do the scene in your last play where your character carried his wife and they dance together? - You asked, Liam immediately nodded and started to play a bit of him just to jump off the stage and took you in his arms.

- Don't worry, my dear, I won't let anyone hurt you! - he said his likes with deep emotion as he carried you back to the stage and let you down.

- I know words meant nothing to you, after everyone lied, I know you're confuses. - Liam sighed, you loved how he was so deep in his character. - But I will show you how much I love you. - He kissed you and then started to dance with you, slowly leaving his character to actually enjoy the silly dance with you. He made you spin and you started to spin around the stage.

- Wait! Y/n! - Liam tried to reach you but it was too late, you were falling from the stage, he took your hand but you ended up pulling him down with you, he fell down on top of you, not only the impact of falling hirt you, but the impact of his weight on you put you in such a pain, the next thing you knew was that your water broke.

- Oh no... - Liam panicked. How much time did he had? Could he reach Roger? He would prefer having Roger attend you but he was worried he wouldn't make it to Crown. He hold you in his arms and ran to Roger's father home.

- Oh, Liam... And Y/n? - Roger's father was confused but seeing your state he immediately let you two in, immediately getting ready to attend you, Liam stayed in your side, you could fear his tears falling down.

- I'm so sorry... I wasn't strong enough to catch you... - Liam apologized, you tried to reassure him but the pain of the labor was too strong and you had to focused on pushing the baby out.

Finally after some time the baby was born, a beautiful girl, she was so tiny as Roger's father handed the baby to you. Liam looked at the baby, he was happy, but feel guilty, he caused you both pain but you reached his hand.

- She wants to meet her daddy! - You said, making him light up, your words calmed him down and immediately hugged his daughter, who was moving slightly but calm.

- My baby, would you ever forgive me?

Harrison Gray

You two were visiting the fields he used to play when he was a kid, he enjoyed the peaceful moment with you, he hugged you by the waist.

- Hey Harri, wouldn't it be nice to play with our baby here? - You said, making him smile. - Yeah, I think he or she would enjoy playing here, it's so easy to hide so we could play hide and seek. - You laughed and he smiles at your sweet chuckle.

- Hey Harri. - You said. - Mm? - he hummed. - Tag you're it! - You tapped him and started to run in the fields. He was left speechless, he started to walk behind you, letting you run, you couldn't run fast and he didn't want you to overwork yourself so he just walked but then he saw you fall and he ran to you immediately.

- Y/n! Are you okay!? - He kneels down next to you. - I think... I think I hit my stomach... - You said in pain. He panicked as he took you in his arms and started to walk to his mother's house.

- Well what a surprise... - Harrison's mother seemed surprised, you were staying with her but she wasn't expecting to see you both in that statem.

- She hit her stomach, I might take her to an hospital. - Harrison said. - Can you take care of her while I call a carriage?

- I could, but it's getting late I don't think you will find a carriage... - Harrison's mother helped you inside, taking you to a room. - Don't worry son, I can attend her.

- Mom, what are you doing!? - Harrison tensed up as his mother started to check on you.

- Do not worry Harrison, I had you at home, if she is in labor I can do it. - She said smiling but Harrison was tense. - Look at that, I can see the head!

- Mom! - Harrison yelled but what else could he do, he stayed at your side holding onto your hand as he had to trust on his mother. - Don't worry Y/n, you will be okay, the baby is gonna be okay! - Harrison kissed your hand as you had to push.

- A boy!! - Harrison's mother screamed as the cries of the baby filled the room, she handed the baby to you. - A boy... - she repeated. - Ha... Even the baby got your father's genes... - Harrison's mother said.

- Yeah... - Harrison got closer to you and caressed the head of the baby. - I will love him and protect him.

Jude Jazza

It was supposed to be a trip, nothing more, an opportunity for him to have you alone when the carriage stopped.

- Tch... Why did ya stop? - He asked the driver, but he saw how he ran away. - Why did he... - someone kicked the door open, you jumped as a man with a knife entered the carriage, a group of men outside.

- What a nuisance... - Jude kicked the man out of the carriage. - I will deal with this. Ya better stay here, princess. - He looked at you one last time before making sure to take down every man, you stayed inside the carriage, you thought you were safe but suddenly a man pulled you, and pointed a gun to you. When Jude turned the man started to tremble swing the other men on the ground.

- Don't get any closer or I will kill her! - He said, you were scared you wanted to fight back but that man was pointing a gun to your head but you only heard Jude laugh, did he know how to save you? Right?

- Why are you laughing?! - The man yelled, you felt tense as he pushed the gun to your head, it was too much pressure for you, the man then noticed something wet at his feet, he looked down, you water broke from the stressful situations, it's not that you haven't lived similar situations but this time with your pregnancy and being in the middle of nowhere was too much. You closed your eyes and then you felt how the man let you go, when you opened your eyes Jude was at your side and holding you.

- Jude... - You said but he kissed you and brought you back to the carriage, he needed to take the reins and drive to the city but you were in such a terrible state, he stayed by your side and he knew he had to attend you, he positioned himself ready to get the baby.

- I know this ain't what we planned... - He sighs. - But we won't make it back to he city, ya gotta push. - You nodded, you knew there wasn't any time, and he could do it, you know he could do it and so you started to push.

Finally after some long minutes Jude was holding the baby, a cute girl. Jude hold the baby tightly to him.

- You did it. - Jude said with a warmness he rarely shows. He helped you gets comfortable and let you carry your girl, he stayed near, seeing you both rest.

- You came back to me, my little sister? - He whispered to himself as tears came down his cheeks but he didn't let see him

Elbert Greetia

- I know... I know... - Alfons sighs, Elbert had put Alfons in charge of his manor so he could take you on a trip. - You don't have to worry Elbie, I will make sure everything is in order. - Alfons said reassuring Elbert. - Thank you Al... We will be leaving tomorrow morning. - Alfons nodded. - Talking about morning, isn't Y/n looking in pain?

- What? - Elbert looked back at you who came walking to you. - Y/n, should I call a doctor? - Elbert ruches to you. - I'm okay, Elbie, but I feel like... I'm gonna be in labor very soon.

- Oh my! - Alfons expressed, Elbert eyes were wide open, he immediately turned to Alfons but he was already running to call the midwife. - It's so soon... Are you sure you're in labor? - Elbert asked. - Well even if you're not I think the midwife should check you. - Elbert helped you back to your shared room, he sat next to you. He had already talked to a midwife to attend your birth, he had especially requested only women, he didn't want any men near you.

- I came back Elbie! - Alfons said as the midwife entered with a couple of nurses. Elbert wanted to be there for you but Alfons pulled him. - Careful now, you almost stepped on the nurse shadow. - Elbert nodded, he understands he can't be near you right now Wich only makes him feel sad, he wanted to be with you but he knew it was better for him to stay out of the way of the nurses and the midwife. Elbert put his hands together as he closed his eyes, wishing for you to be okay to be safe and then, the cries of a baby filled the manor.

- Well... I think it's safe for you to go in. - Alfons said as he opened the door for him and Elbert slowly aproched you seeing the baby moving slowly in your arms, so small but it looked full of energy. - We are finally parents? - Elbert smiles sitting next to you. - Parents of a beautiful girl. - Elbert let out a surprised gasp and then hugged you both. - I will protect you two, I will give you everything... You two are the most beautiful girls I could have.

Ellis Twilight

- Taste this. - Ellis said feeding you on a sweet jam, he has been playing around trying to get a jam that would be accepted by your strange pregnancy cravings. - How does it taste? Is it good? Does it lack something? - Ellis asked. - It's Soo good! - You answered smiling, he smiles back, he is glad you liked the jam. - Now try this one. - He offers you another jam. You don't have to put it on words for him to know how much you like it, your bug smile is everything and the way you try to take more jam is just adorable.

- You're enjoying this, aren't you? - You tease him. - How can I not? Seeing you happy makes me happy, completely happy. - You smile, he was too much for you. - I can't wait for our baby to be born, in 3 months you will be a dad.

- And I will make him or her all the jam he wants. - Ellis said happily. - You laugh enjoying his enthusiasm, he was so ready to be a father. But then you started to feel pain. Did you over do yourself?

- Ellis, I'm not feeling good, can I go to rest? - Ellis nods. - You don't have to ask if it's okay to go to rest, I understand. - Ellis smiled, leaving the jam, and holding your hand. - Let me take you to our room. - You smile letting him take you to the bedroom, he helps you lay down and let you rest but the discomfort didn't go away and you started to groan as it became pain, and you realize you were going in labor.

- Ellis!!! Roger!!! - You screamed. Soon you heard steps coming closer and Roger entered, behind him Ellis. - Y/n?! - Ellis immediately ran to your side, Roger started to check you. - You're in labor... - Roger groans as Ellis hold you close to him. - Do you need anything? - Ellis asks, you didn't answer but he saw you were sweating a lot so he ran to get a small towel to clean you, he also ran to get you water, more towels, he ran to get Roger's materials to help you.

- Ellis, we need more towels! - Roger said. - Okay!!! - Ellis ran to get more towels he didn't expect for it to take long but when he came back you were holding a pair of twins, one of the was crying and the other one seemed annoyed by the cry of his twin. - Twins... - Ellis let the towels fall. - Yeah, I might've forgotten to tell you I heard 3 heartbeats.

- 3? - Ellis looked at Roger. - The twins and Y/n. - Ellis let out some air, he wasn't thought Roger meant there was a third coming. - I see... - Roger laughs - Go on, go see your babies. - Roger pushed Ellis and he immediately stood besides you. - How are you feeling? Are they okay? - You smile. - Yeah, out boys are okay.

- Boys? - Ellis nodded. - They are so funny to look at. - Ellis took the baby that was being annoyed by his twin. - I will help you with this one so you can calm that one. - You laugh. - Yeah, he is probably hungry...

- Hungry? I wonder when they will be able to eat jam. - Ellis said with a smile. - Ellis no... - Roger had to stop Ellis before he tried anything.

Alfons Sylvatica

Alfons woke up with you, you were by his side and he looked at you smiling.

- How's my little wife? - Alfons said kissing your cheek. - I need another pillow... - You groaned and he laughed. - I see, I was expecting that so I already had a pillow prepared. - He helped you get comfortable with the new pillow. - There, there. - Alfons pats your head but you didn't feel better. - What's with that look? Should I call Roger? - You nod. - ROGER!!! - He yelled. - Really? Can't you go and bring him? - You said. - What? And waste time? He can hear me, he can come and check you up. - You rolled your eyes, he was more pain that the pain you felt.

Soon Roger entered, and after you told him your discomforts he realized you were in labor.

- What? Labor? - Alfons rubbed his cheek with a finger. - But, isn't she due to next month? - Alfons asked feeling a bit nervous. - Yeah, well, a premature baby. - Alfons sighs, if the baby was premature it would require more attention, what if he wasn't cut for the job? - Alfons... Come closer. - You asked him to get closer to you, he leans to you and you touched the back of his neck. - Relax... - You said, his eyes closed and he laughed. - Oh my, I'm feeling so relaxed! - He played along making you relax. - Now, would you stop being so lovely? I'm trying to work here. - Roger said but he didn't mind you two having your moment. - I don't think it's to late to go to an hospital with an official doctor. - Alfons said annoyed by Roger. - Don't fight during my birth! - You said pulling Alfons ear. - Auch! Auch!! - Alfons groaned as your labor started, you stayed pulling his ear making groan with you. He had to stay like that for hours till the baby was born and Roger hold h

The baby in his hands, he could easily pick the small bump with one hand. Roger laughs as he gives Alfons the baby.

- Congratulations new daddy. - Roger said. - Don't word it like that... - Alfons replied as he trembled a bit. - Haha, okay! But congratulations, it's a girl. - Alfons looked down at the baby and smiled. - Y/n, we have a daughter. - Alfons looked at you. - I'm glad we have such a pretty girl. - You said. - You look tired... You should rest. - Let me feed her first. - You said reaching for the baby. - Fine but let me help you, you need help and I won't waste time to be close to those beautiful milkies!

- Yeah, I'm taking my leave. - Roger said and stepped out of the room.

Roger Barel

- Come on, Y/n, don't run like that! - Roger called you as you were running in the beach. - You're boring Roger! - You said, thinking he wasn't enjoying the trip at all but he was. - I just don't want you to trip. - He said and started to chase after you, you ran as fast as you could. - Wait! Y/n!! - He tried to reach for you but it was too late, you didn't see some kids running in your direction and bumped into each other. You feel down just like the kids did. - Y/n!! - Roger handed you his hand as the small waves were slowly sliding you to the ocean. - Hey come on now! - Roger pulled you to him. The kids stood up. - I'm so sorry ma'am... - the kid said ashamed. - We were playing and we didn't see you. - another kid that looked younger than the first boy said hiding behind the older kids. - It's okay. - You said, you understand that the kids were only playing and that you were distracted too. - Maybe we should go back to our hotel room to rest. - Roger said as he slowly guides you back to your hotel room, he makes sure to lay you down comfortable but as he sees your face he notice something is going on. - Hey, baby, are you okay? - He asked. - Not really... - You said, he starts to check on you, how lucky you are by having a husband that is a doctor. - Seems like you're in labor... - He said worried. - What? But I'm only 7 months far.

- Maybe the accident from befor. Don't worry Y/n I got you. - He starts to improvise and clean the area, getting you on a comfortable position. - It's okay, breath... - Roger said to you caressing your cheek as you pushed. - You can do this! - he said seeing you trying to push and push... And push...

- The... It's a he! - Roger celebrates. - We have a boy! - he helps you hug the baby. He is so happy he could cry but doesn't. - I did it? - You said. - Yes, you did good.

[ciel-phantomhives-world]

From the way, I interpreted Sebastian's character development, I figured out that Real Ciel and especially Undertaker humbled this dude a lot.

UpTo the murder arc, he looked quite arrogant, high and mighty, as if nothing or nobody could scare or defeat him (although Grelle might have worried him a tad bit at the beginning). But Campania arc, however, proved him and us, readers, wrong. Undertaker seemed unstoppable and undefeatable. With his death scythe, he could perhaps destroy Sebastian, if he actually wanted to. We don't know how much strong undertaker really is, yet, I believe. Maybe undertaker would become weaker if someone were to somehow take his death scythe away but that still didn't happen yet.

Then in the school arc, Sebastian allowed undertaker to just flee. I mean, I do get why he did what he did but I felt like part of him was somewhat intimidated to actually fight undertaker for real and that maybe he was glad that undertaker ran away, lol 😂. (They could chase undertaker after he made sure that undertaker couldn't get OCiel right?)

I'm aware that we also don't know that how much power can Sebastian have if he's in his 'true form', that's why I can't necessarily say that he's weaker than undertaker but it's just the vibe he gives that makes me feel like he's scared or uncomfortable. He even said something like how he never wants to run into undertaker again, back in the Campania arc. It makes me feel like he got PTSD because of undertaker XD. So, for the first time, ever since the Campania arc, it seemed like Sebastian realized that he can't always use his fancy, aesthetical butler way to defeat his master's foes elegantly and that there are some real, dangerous threats out there that might not even be after his master BUT AFTER HIMSELF (for some reason).

Now, I don't think that he's scared of RCiel who is just a bizarre doll. We didn't get to see that much of anything with Sebastian and RCiel but from the little moments that I did see, I thought that Sebastian looked anxious or worried. His pathetic ass just looked so defeated when RCiel was exposing everything (along with Tanaka) while his master looked so helpless. I don't blame Sebastian though. What could he possibly do in that situation? There was no going back and nobody saw it coming. He can't lie about anything, anyway.

It's just that one moment where Sebastian was just taking shit and going along with the arrest and everything... Well, it felt like Sebastian hit rock bottom or something. He could at least say that his master is not Sirius and that they were being framed (that was true anyway) but he seemed like he was so done with everything that whatever happened to him or his master at that moment, didn't matter to him. Idk. Then RCiel, most probably, killed Agni who was somebody that Sebastian looked up to. He just looked so broken after all that chaos. No longer did he look that much arrogant or cool or flawless but he looked quite vulnerable and sad. That was the moment when he realized that trying to fight Undertaker and RCiel with forks was not the answer. And ever since then, Sebastian started to act much differently than before. Like the way he reached out to this stranger in chapter 214, then how he didn't even try to disguise himself and his master (although that depends on what kind of strategy OCiel have to infiltrate the hotel).

Present Sebastian didn't appear much as soon as the side missions arcs started but still whenever I see him, I get a much different, humble type of vibe from him compared to the earlier chapters. Hope that answers your question ;).

he's so human in this new chapter it's crazy

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[harbingersecho]

Deja's outfit for the Palla Grande

[icewindandboringhorror]

One of the interesting bits of trying to resume working on the game after so long is looking back at my ancient Draft Placeholder versions of an image from 4 yrs ago trying to remember what the hell I meant back then, to hopefully interpret it into some more final (ish..) form of the same thing .. making slow progress lol

[sysig]

Coding woes (Patreon)

[weirfq1]

with all these gaston crackships/rarepairs that are coming out lately it would be so fucking funny if he had a flig with all the main characters (ambar, nina, simon... hell luna too if you want) and they all know it except matteo

[unproduciblesmackdown]

anytime there's production trivia for something i've actually seen like "& the director didn't tell any of the actors this was going to happen so as to get Not Acted Surprise, from the Actors" it's like that's so funny the way i didn't ever see that part as like wow that seemed so particularly genuine to me compared to other parts of this work or other works in general. but on the other hand there'll be scenes in something where a surprising event occurs around multiple characters and there'll be trivia like "wow the way nobody (else) knew this was going to happen beforehand, in so impactful a scene, that makes sense" and then someone involved will be like that's not true

[tardis--dreams]

Me panicking because i have 9 missed calls and 5 emails talking about my absence and how "a colleague could take over for me" vs. Me knowing it's really not that important no matter how pushy a client is and that on top of it I'm underpaid and have way to much overtime so i shouldn't even care