#and you’re like wow we are all humans in this together huh

[my-darling-boy]

Have you had any ✨Ghost Experiences✨ in Scotland yet? Meet any new ghosts???

Ohhhh plenty, but far too many to list without going off on a ramble haha

We’ve done many overnights in castles and old buildings up and down the UK with a team of investigators which has led to really neat experiences, some of them absolutely poignant. I think my favourite interaction has been with a sweetheart of a young seaman called William aboard the RRS Discovery docked in Dundee, also the best K2 session I’ve ever had was there. But yeah, various castles, historic buildings, manors, prisons, etc with some really fascinating results.

I do like how it’s also putting the mediumship to the test which is something I still don’t really like bringing up in general to people but I have apparently shocked investigators/employees at these places with describing events, people, and other things with detail that is not even public or only known privately by people who frequent that location. Nearly all locations I’ve never been to and make a point not to read up on them before I go, which makes these instances more compelling? I often don’t even know the significance of what I’m (sheepishly) describing only to be told I just described a specific thing that happened in a room when there’s no way I could know about said thing. One of the best instances of this was on the RRS Discovery when trailing behind the group in the lower decks, I stopped suddenly. It felt as though something SMACKED very hard and very sudden right where I was standing, someone had lost their life in this very spot. I thought with the boilers around perhaps someone had been hit somehow and died or maybe fallen from the above platform and hit their head on the metal below but was told there were no known records of someone dying in that room and that the platforms didn’t exist at the time. I was perplexed by this as I was 100% sure something had happened there but I just ignored it, maybe I was wrong. We get up to the top deck finally and are told about a boy who, in 1901, tragically fell from the crows nest and died. The investigator and I suddenly realised I had been standing directly below the spot he would have hit on the upper deck when he fell. Another would be a nice young man I’d encountered at a private castle who seemed to be wearing some sort of chainmail and white tunic, followed me around for most of the night, and at one point I picked up on a story about a strange looking gold disc with all these markings on it on the alter in the chapel which he immediately told me not to ask about and refused to elaborate more, I had no idea why he was so adamant about this. I later learned after enquiry the castle historians have documented the place being used by the Templars and it’s a private fact at this location that the Templars have buried artefacts beneath the castle they are working to recover… most notably, beneath the chapel. I’d be talking for ages if I described the other occurrences, but that’s one I’ll always remember!

All and all, I do actually recommend doing it, even if you don’t believe in the stuff, because you get entire historic locations basically all to yourself, at night, which is cooler. I once sat for nearly an hour in a 200 year old jail on the floor, in the dark, at 2 AM, just chilling. On free roam while everyone is usually at base, I’ve been able to explore places by myself, in the dark, opening doors to rooms not even shown to us, panning my torch to old paintings and artefacts in basements to attics and bedrooms and so much more. I’ve sat alone in century old ships and played sea shanties which echoed hauntingly down the passageways. Sprawled out in the pews of medieval chapels in the pitch dark, wandered dark castle corridors alone, sometimes I’ll sing out old songs and just listen to it drift out through the halls and rooms. You feel like some character in a novel, it’s quite a liminal space! Like all these places where so many other people came before you, where people lived and died, sometimes even right where you’re sitting, and you’re able to lay out on the stones in the dark with it all and just feel connected to it yk?

Anyway that still ended up being a ramble HAHA so yeah! I recommend it for both believers and those less inclined because at the end of the day, you’ve basically got several hours of private access to historical locations, at night, no tourists, and sometimes to places the public isn’t allowed at all, and hey maybe something Strange will happen while you’re alone in the darkness.

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Silly Games for Silly People

Okay so I asked for some ideas for the big boy, and in particular Summoned!König. I got some great ideas from @callofdreams and so I hope they enjoy this! I am definitely taking more of their ideas for this series, and so we might have a few of Summoned!König playing some board games. I didn't play many board games as a kid, but I do have fun writing this. I am still taking ideas for Summoned!König, so please let me know any ideas you have!

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Silly Games for Silly People

You glared at the eldritch monstrosity across the table, your breath baited as your hands tightened together. He glared back at you, arctic blue eyes mere slits behind his dark hood. He leaned in close, analyzing your every move. You did just the same.

“Just roll the dice, König!” you finally snapped.

“And how do I know this is not mortal trickery?” König scoffed, “you truly believe that I am unaware of your inner machinations? That I am not leagues ahead of you in every possible way? You cannot possibly begin to compete with the likes of me.”

“Oh yeah? You really think you’re all that and a bag of chips, don’t ya?” you grabbed the dice and shoved them into his talons.

“Have you never heard of the concept of ‘patience’?” König snorted as he shook his palm.

“Have you heard the concept of ‘sore loser’?” you retorted.

König raised an eyebrow.

“It means you’re being a bitch because you’re losing,” you explained with a smug smile.

König bristled and tossed the dice. He glanced over the numbers, promptly slamming his fist on the table with enough force to shake all the pieces of the game.

“Oh yeah, look who’s all high and mighty now, huh?” you grinned as he slid his token back over to one corner of the board.

“Petulant worm,” he muttered under his breath as he leaned back into the folding chair that was only barely supporting his weight.

“I think you just don’t wanna admit that I’m better than you,” you snickered as you finished another lap of the board and collected your cash.

“I could eviscerate you,” König huffed, “and yet you mock me over some mindless board game, the only way you could possibly even try to leverage any power over me.”

“I think you’re just mad I’m better,” you gave him a cheshire grin.

You grabbed the dice and rolled them out on the table. The dice rolled a clean five and a four, just enough to get you to that final spot you wanted.

“Alright, hand over Pennsylvania Avenue,” you held out a waiting hand.

König grumbled bitterly, but thankfully he passed over the square of cardboard with a disgruntled flick of his wrist.

“Wow,” you laughed as you tucked the squares down in front of you,” you’re actually upset about this, aren’t you?”

“I am not upset by some inferior construction of human hands,” König sniffed, “I am merely astounded by the arrogance you exude.”

“Arrogance?” you scoffed, “au contraire, my friend! I think I’m creaming you this game.”

König glared at you from behind his mask. You were fairly certain that he wanted to strangle you that moment. You were only more and more excited by how upset he was.

König silently rolled the dice on his side of the table. The both of you hissed when one red die rolled over the edge of the table.

“Cocked,” you called out as you grabbed it back.

When you brought it back to König, he seemed positively peeved by you.

“What?” you handed the dice back to him,

“That was a six,” he huffed, “I needed a six to get out of jail.”

“Okay but it rolled off the table,” you pointed out, “when a die hits something on the table or rolls off it, it’s cocked and you need to reroll it.”

“And who taught you that inane ruling?” König drummed his claws against the laminated wood table.

“I dunno,” you shrugged as you sat back down, “it’s just something my DnD group taught me.”

“DnD?” König perked up, “what game is that?”

“Uh…” you looked down at the monopoly board and back up at your eldritch partner, “okay so, we’re struggling trying to play Monopoly, you’re not ready for DnD.”

“I could just read a mortal’s mind and get a good grasp,” König countered.

“Okay but, like, that would be their version of DnD,” you explained, “DnD is different for everyone. And you are not ready for DnD yet.”

König looked back down at the Monopoly board with disdain, “I want to move on from this one.”

“So are you admitting defeat?” you grinned.

“I would never deign to do such a thing, Summoner,” König snorted, “I am simply stating an opinion. Is that such a unfathomable concept?”

“Well, when you’re complaining about Monopoly, it’s kinda funny,” you pointed out.

König grumbled under his breath as he rolled the other die, blatantly ignoring whatever you wanted to say.

“Hey look! A six!” you cheered as the die flopped onto the center of the board.

“Finally!” König exclaimed as he slumped back into his chair with a groan.

“Hey hey hey watch it with the weight there, big guy,” you snapped, “I don’t wanna have to pay for another chair.”

“Did they actually deduct the past one from your pay?” König eased himself up off the backrest again.

“Yes!?” you laughed, “they took out all of them!”

At the very least, König had the decency to look sheepish about the matter as he steepled his fingers together on the table, “I see.”

“You see? Yeah I sure saw it coming out of my paystub!” you laughed.

König cringed into himself, but politely moved on to ask, “Well, who’s turn is it?”

“Um…” you looked down at the table, “I actually don’t remember. You do, don’t you?”

“I see no reason to try and clarify,” König’s eyes glinted with amusement.

You, on the other hand, were as far removed from any sense of amusement as you could have possibly been.

“No seriously, König, who’s turn is it?” you asked again.

“Why should it matter?” König shrugged, “is this not a simple game?”

“Yeah but, like, I don’t wanna be rude and take your turn or anything,” you tried to reason with him, but he was persistent. After a bit of back and forth, you finally relented. König was content to lean onto the table as you tried to get him to budge, but as it was, trying to get an avatar of chaos to play by the rules was next to impossible. Instead, you had to be creative.

“Alright, let’s play rock paper scissors to see who’s turn it is,” you determined.

“Rock paper scissors?” König tilted his head like a cat, “tell me, what is that?”

“It’s a game where you kinda, I dunno,” you patted your fist against your open palm, “you make your hand either a rock,” you held up a fist, “a pair of scissors,” you extended two fingers, “or paper,” you held out your palm. You extended your fist and held it up, “you say ‘Rock, paper, scissors,’ and the next time you put your fist on your palm you make the sign you want. Rock beats scissors, scissors beats paper, paper beats rock. Whoever wins gets the next turn. Wanna try?”

König held up one taloned hand and watched the lamp light glint off his black iridescent scales, then locked eyes with you, “It sounds rather simple. I think I can manage a round.”

And so, you both extended a fist and chanted, “Rock, paper, scissors!” and extended your hand.

You let your fist drop in horror.

“König that’s not what you’re meant to do.”

König frowned, “Aren’t I meant to make my fist look like the object?”

“König you’re meant to do the hand sign. Not… Not that,” you cringed as you heard his bones snap back into place.

“I apologize.”

“Wanna try again?”

“Seeing as my first attempt left much to be desired, I see a great need for another,” König mused.

“Alright!”

You chanted again and extended your fist. König, on the other hand, held out an open palm.

You glared at him and thinned your lips into a line, “Alright, best two out of three.”

“Vas!?” König scoffed, “are you telling me that we need to play again?”

“Just to be sure!” you huffed, eying the red and white dice hungrily.

König clucked his tongue and made a trill that sounded like bubbles rushing to the surface, but he held out his fist again.

“Go ahead Summoner, see how well this works out for you.”

You learned quickly that trying to win a game of chance against an avatar of chaos was, sadly, not as easy as you hoped.

Konig Dump

Alternate Universe Stories

[whxre-bxby]

what if, for ‘This Is What You Came For’ part 2 Quaritch gets his turn with you, while all the other recoms are there to watch 👀

FUCK YEAH BABY HERE WE GO THIS SHIT TOOK ME HOURS!

“This Is What You Came For” Pt.2 

The Teasing Never Stops

"This Is What You Came For" 1

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WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, tiniest little bit of fluff if you squint, Non-con, ABSOLUTE HUMILIATION AND DEGRADING, mean Quaritch, teasing recoms, crying, voyeurism

A/N: I got so embarrassed and red writing this, enjoy <3 I'm also sick with a sore throat and shit but I provide :)

Word count: 7309

I can’t remember what happened after that… intense session. Lyle was carrying me and I may have very well passed out. 

When my memory came back, I was in a cell-like room. My body was pressed up sideways against a wall and I was sitting on a bench inside it. It was very small and completely empty. I lift my head, looking around and seeing that the door was made of thick glass. It was an automatic sliding door. Maybe I could break it down or figure out how to open it. 

I go to move off the bench but stop once I feel my limbs not move with me. I glance down to see that my wrists have been handcuffed together. 

Wow, so much for them being nice, huh?

There was a green and red blinking light. It seemed like a motion sensor because it definitely wasn’t a camera. 

I lean my head back against the wall, feeling sore between my legs and completely exhausted. 

The handcuffs were starting to become uncomfortable and red rings formed on the skin of my wrists. I didn’t even feel like standing up. 

The foreign feeling of wearing proper clothes had me unable to relax. I noticed I was wearing something very similar to what Z-Dog wearing the last time I saw her. Except I had shorts with I assume her or Walker’s tank top. No bra or underwear but it didn’t bother me. 

After a few minutes of silence, I heard distant voices and some humans opened a large door, which led to the room with the cells. One of them being mine. All other cells were empty. 

Leaning down and emerging on the other side was the Colonel. My ears automatically tip back but I watch him with a neutral face. I didn’t like him for what he did but he didn’t seem like he wanted to kill me last time, so I wasn’t going to push my luck. 

A few humans waited by the entrance while he looked around and walked over to my cell. When his eyes caught mine he smiled a devilish smile. 

“Mornin’. Or should I say, afternoon?” he teased. I must have been out for long. 

“What happened?” I ask, stretching my arms and back. 

“You passed out on the way back. That was yesterday, sweetheart.” he informed me, standing tall outside the glass or clear plastic door cell. There were breathing holes in it, so I roughly heard what he was saying. 

“Oh.” I whisper, not knowing what to do. 

He stared at me in silence for a while, as if he were weighing out his options and assessing the situation. After about a minute, he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and sighed. 

“I’m gonna open this door and you’re going to come with me, understood? No struggling or fighting, otherwise there will be consequences.” Quaritch says, warning me with his stern tone. 

It’s not like I really have a choice. I feel weak anyway. And my hands are no good right now, so I nod and he confirms my decision with a firm nod of his head.

The Colonel calls over a person in a lab coat and they open the door with their keycard. He moves to the side, to let me walk past but I wasn’t sure I would even be able to get up yet. 

Slowly I turned to the side and let my feet touch the ground. At least my ankles weren’t tied. 

I push myself off the bench and quickly lean against the wall with my flattened-out palms while I try to control the shaking of my knees. 

“What? Ya need a wheelchair?” Quaritch asks, leaning against the door frame and smirking. 

I scoff. Yeah right. I was going to spare myself that embarrassment. 

“No. I’m fine.” I mumble, pushing myself off the wall and taking a shaky step forwards. 

He huffs, seeming frustrated with how long it's taking me. But he doesn’t comment on it or get angry which surprises me. After all, I can’t walk because of his goddamn orders and his soldiers. 

Quaritch offers me a hand, stretching it out in front of him and opening his palm to me. 

I stare up at him, wondering whether he was serious. A gesture like that was one of the last things I expected. 

“Come on, hurry it up. I don’t have all day.” he says, urging me to take his hand and follow him. 

Quaritch did in fact have all day. He cancelled all his plans and tasks he had to complete today as Colonel so he could focus on you. While he wasn’t really sure what to expect and what to even do with you now that they had captured you, he knew he would have to devote his full attention to it. 

“This is your doing.” I say, not looking at him but at my feet so that I don’t trip. He scoffs at my words. 

I stretch out my right arm and my left follows, placing my hand into his open palm and taking another step. 

“There we go.” he coos, looking down at my legs to make sure I don’t tangle them. 

Once I’m out of the cell I stop and look around. 

“You gonna be able to speed it up? If not, I will have you put in a wheelchair.” he tells me and it starts off by sounding nice and considerate and gradually his sentence turns into a threat. As if he can’t help himself but always be a little mean. 

“I’ll be fine.” I mumble and he slightly nods before looking up at the exit doors. 

He starts walking and I’m dragged behind him. My legs suffer the first few steps but quickly adapt to the feeling of walking and soon I let go of his hand. He doesn’t react when I pull it away, he just leads the way to where we are going. I look behind us to see a person in a lab coat jogging behind us and holding a clipboard. Next to them are two soldiers with their guns aimed at me. 

I roll my eyes. If I would have wanted to kill them it would have been done by now. 

We come to the end of the hallway and Quaritch looks behind him to see how I’m doing. Then another door automatically slides open and I see a big empty room. Well, empty of people, not equipment. There are benches and monitors and in the background, I see hologram-like pictures of Jake, Neytiri, Grace, Norm, the village that was set on fire and a picture of me. Human me. I walk inside and branch off from Quaritch who is telling a human to gather his squad here. 

I stop in front of the hologram of my face. Next to it are a few other pictures of me working for the RDA. Then there is one of my Na’vi self, right next to my face. As if they were comparing the features to find out whether it was really me. 

I stare at my human form, remembering what it was like. I hadn’t seen her in years. Then again, she wasn’t who I wanted to be. I didn’t like her. She used to have bad intentions and morally messed up thoughts. She was a weapon and not an individual form of life. 

Quaritch had come up behind me, keeping a distance but looking over my shoulder at my past self. He seemed to be in deep thought. 

I was staring at a picture I completely forgot existed. I used to have it in a frame on my nightstand when I was human and working for the RDA. It was a picture Norm took of Trudy and me with her newly assigned fighter helicopter. We were both in charge of it and it was ours to take out for missions. 

She looked so happy, posing with me while we were installing the new equipment. 

That was the helicopter she died in too. We both took it out after painting it with warpaint and when the helicopter was hit, it knocked me off and I fell. The huge leaves caught me and when I looked back up in the sky, the helicopter was a flaming fireball, falling to the ground. Tears swelled in my eyes and my heart ached.

I flicked to a new picture, one taken of me and… Grace. That was when Lyle and I accompanied her to get samples from the forest. He was in the background while she and I smiled for the camera. 

I did miss her too. 

The Colonel’s breathing seems to have stopped when he saw this picture. He knew now that he was responsible for both of their deaths but I couldn’t tell whether he felt guilty or not. But something was definitely bothering him.

Suddenly, his hand reached past my body and he picked up a holo tablet. My eyes followed his hands and he gestured over to a bench. 

“Sit down here.” he says. It’s surprisingly not a stern, angry order. He’s talking to me like I’m one of his soldiers again. It warms my heart a little. But I couldn’t let it get to me. I knew they were horrible people. Worse than me. Their intentions stayed the same while mine had shifted to love Pandora. 

My gaze flickers between him, the tablet and the bench. I decide not to make this difficult because he isn’t currently being awfully rude.

I walk towards him and sit in front of him on the bench. He watches in approval but his expression stays neutral and emotionless. 

I cross my legs on the wooden seat and look up at him. The Colonel hands me the tablet and I continue examining my old self. 

Just seeing the relationship I had with them before and seeing how happy I looked before realising how fucked up the RDA’s actions were. It was weird to think that that young girl was me. Her mind seems so different to mine now. 

Quaritch is leaning against a desk, facing me and watching my reactions as I flick through the pictures. 

Then my ears twitch to a new noise of distant footsteps, laughter and voices. I keep my eyes on the tablet though, getting an odd feeling of deja-vu. 

The recoms walk in and stop at the entrance, seeing their Colonel and then …me. I’m awake and not being held down. Huh. 

“Colonel.” Lyle greets and Quaritch snaps out of his thoughts and glances at his soldiers. Quickly, he pushes himself from the desk and straightens his posture. 

He nods in their direction before they move into the room. A few of them sit down while others stand and a type of circle is formed. It’s odd that there is a structure and order in all their actions. Then again, it does seem familiar. 

I tear my eyes away from the holopad and look around. I’m still not comfortable in all of their presence. They’re bad people and I still want to go home. My ears are tipped back and I don’t look anyone in the eyes. 

Z-Dog stands close to her superior, eyeing me down. It doesn’t go unnoticed that my hands are still cuffed together. 

Lyle takes a seat next to me but he’s not in my space so I don’t react. Mansk stands opposite Zdinarsk, also watching me. Maybe they were wondering why I wasn’t completely restricted. Or maybe they were afraid they would get beaten up again. Yeah, let’s settle for that. They were afraid.

Then Ja moves next to me, sitting much closer to me than Lyle. His legs spread in a mansplaining position and his knee nudges mine.

I glare at him and remove my legs from their previous position, keeping them placed firmly next to each other and on the ground now.

He smirked at me and my reaction, his eyes twinkling as he stared into mine while keeping his leg there where it was. 

I wasn’t going to deal with his teasing so I looked straight ahead, keeping my ears flat and back. My tail flicked with irritation and I returned to look at the holopad on my lap. 

“Alright squad, listen up.” Quaritch announces, clasping his hands together and gaining everyone’s attention. Ja also stops staring at me and faces forward. 

“There’s a slight change in plan, now that we have accomplished half our mission.” he continues and people listen, occasionally nodding along. 

I scoff which his sensitive ears capture and his head turns to me. The others also watch me, waiting for their Colonel’s reaction. 

“Half the mission?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. Old Y/N is back now. My silent examining self was gone and was replaced with my attitude. 

“That’s right.” Quaritch says, becoming annoyed. He says it in a way that urges me to keep talking. 

“Wasn’t the mission to kill me?” I ask, tilting my head. He opens his mouth to reply but my curiosity gets the better of me. 

“Which reminds me, how come I’m still alive?” I continue to push, genuinely confused why they haven’t tortured and killed me yet. While I was unconscious they had the perfect opportunity to get rid of me. 

He sighs, glaring me down. 

“It was. Now, you’ve helped us realise that you can make yourself more useful to us alive rather than dead.” he snarled, his own ears tipping back. Mine, therefore, perk forward at his words. What was he talking about? It better not be sexual. If I was going to become their personal toy I might as well just kill myself. I wasn’t going to willingly experience that humiliation again, no matter how good it may feel. 

“If you’re going to use me as some kind of toy then I will make your lives hell on Pandora. I swear to god-” I start going off, words leaving my lips before I can run them through my head. 

All the soldier's attention was really peaking now. Memories of yesterday flood their minds again, reminding them of the dirty pictures you left behind in their heads.

“I was going to say you can help us learn how to be Na’vi, but since your dirty little mind can’t help itself, we can put your wish to a test.” Quaritch steps forward, continuing to glare down at me. I hear Ja and Lyle both chuckle next to me as I try to keep my composure. 

Quaritch raises an eyebrow and I look away in defeat. There was once again too much attention on me. I couldn’t handle it and I didn’t want to be blushing in front of them. I needed to gain or regain a good image.

“You gonna cooperate and teach us your damned language?” he asks and I huff before nodding. Pfft, ‘damned’ language. I’ve grown to prefer Na’vi over English.

“Words, sweetheart.” the Colonel says and I look up again. 

“Yes.” The words softly leave my mouth, my voice much quieter. He smirks evilly, enjoying how he was able to make me fall back in line. Especially after I proved how much I was to handle. 

“Alright then. Ms L/N, the board is yours.” Quaritch says, moving to the side for me to get up. I sigh, making sure they know I’m not happy doing this before getting up with the holopad and walking to the desk the Colonel was leaning against before. 

“Anyone who isn’t part of this mission leaves now.” Quaritch orders and a few humans who were hanging around the entry door turned to leave. 

Z-Dog got up too. She was part of this mission but she was working with Walker, Zhang, Warren and a few other soldiers who didn’t witness the unholy events that occurred the day before. 

She walked out, closing the door behind her. The room had windows which connected to the hallway so we could still see the rest of the workforce passing our room. 

Then the attention was back on me. Everyone was sitting now except for me and Quaritch. 

“What do you want me to explain?” I ask, feeling clueless. Did they want me to recite the Na’vi alphabet to them or sing them children's songs?

“Whatever you deem as important.” Miles said but I just blankly stared at him. 

“This is bullshit.” I say, hating that I had to do this. Prager and Mansk chuckled while Fike and Lopez exchanged looks. Brown kept his focus on me, not seeming fazed by the behaviour of his colleagues.  

“Don’t push it.” Quaritch warned and Lyle grinned. 

“Can you at least undo these?” I ask, holding up my cuffed wrists. 

“If you give us a good lesson, I’ll consider it.” he smirks, crossing his arms in front of his chest while shifting his weight from one leg to another and I huff. 

“Fine.” I mumble. “Are you even getting paid for this?” I then ask, curiously. 

Quaritch lets out a frustrated groan, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We’ve been given a second chance at life Y/N, we don’t expect money after that.” He snarls. 

“Seems like you’re kind of throwing that opportunity away.” I say looking away, reflecting on how they are doing exactly what got them killed last time. 

“Start explaining some shit before I throw you back in that cell.” Quaritch threatens me, raising his voice and I flinch a little.

I start explaining basic things like greetings and the hand gestures one does. 

“Can you write it down?” Lyle asks after a while and I pause. I don’t know whether his question was genuine because I didn’t expect them to actually want to learn any of this. 

“Yeah, but you won’t be able to read it. The letters don’t look anything like your ones.” I say and continue telling them about anything I think is valid. 

That’s something along the lines of “If you see the fruit with a red stem and purple bud, you can eat it but make sure the petals around it are yellow and not grey.” Or “Animals on Pandora are not there for our use. They live among the people and share our home.” 

I was now leaning against the desk myself, feeling a little more comfortable talking until I noticed something new. 

Eventually, the attention seems to leave what I am saying and focuses on my body. I notice a few eyes staring at my chest and waist and it irritates me. Quaritch him fucking self is looking me over even though he is the one that asked me to teach them. 

I start saying something about the culture and clothing until Lopez interrupts. 

“Did she not get a bra?” he asks Brown who is sitting next to him. Ja grins, his eyes shameless staring at my chest. 

I look down to see that my nipples are visible through the fabric. It wouldn’t bother me, given the fact that the chest piece I usually wore would often slip and even reveal my bare chest. But in their presence and with their predatory eyes, it seemed to have a different effect on me. 

Lyle turns to Mansk and Ja. ”Didn’t give ‘er any panties either.” he grins and immediately I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Their laughter makes me feel helpless and ashamed for something I am not responsible for. 

“Hey Y/N, how do you say ‘panties’ in Na’vi?” Fike calls out in a teasing way, nudging Prager in the shoulder. 

My ears strain as far back as possible. “You don’t.” I snarl, my tail wrapping around my leg. The word didn’t exist and it didn’t need to.

“How ‘bout ‘flustered’?” Mansk asks, leaning forward and grinning. My head snaps to him.  Shit, were my cheeks really visibly red? I don’t respond to that because I know they aren’t even genuine questions. They’re just trying to embarrass me and have their fun. 

“Can you explain how mating works?” Lyle asks, not letting it be. I want to be engulfed by the ground when I hear his question. I swallow nervously, fiddling with my restricted hands and glancing at Quaritch. I hope to see a disappointed or angry look on his face caused by the behaviour of his soldiers but he is just staring right back at me, not a hint of emotion on his face other than slight amusement. The comments and questions don’t faze him and he has no problem with what is being said. 

That makes my blood boil. 

Lyle is still looking at me, awaiting an answer and so are the others now too. 

“It’s not that different.” I say, my voice breaking and the words almost turning into a whisper. 

“A little louder, baby.” Ja says, leaning forward on his legs and resting his chin in one of his palms. 

He smiles, pretending that his teasing had no bad intentions and was completely innocent. I knew damn well it wasn’t and their minds were filthier than my one could ever be. 

He seems to be having a good time. That’s a strong contrast to how I’m feeling. 

“It’s not that different.” I repeat, listening to them and speaking up. Lopez chuckles while Ja’s smirk turns into a shit-eating grin. 

“Different from what?” Lyle asks, standing up now and slowly walking up to me. “From how we fucked you dumb yesterday?” 

My eyes go wide at his bold words and I stare at him in disbelief. I open my mouth to try and reply but let’s be honest here, how the fuck does one respond to that?

“Huh?” he asks, not dropping it. He’s standing right in front of me, towering over me even though we’re both Na’vi. 

“Move out the fuckin way, man. Can’t see shit.” Brown calls out and Lyle grins. 

Lyle moves to the side and his hand comes up to grab my face. I flinch away and move away from his hands but he grabs me by the arm and grips my jaw tighter between his hand this time, making me look up at the other soldiers. 

“Look at how shy she’s gettin’.” he laughs when I refuse to look at anyone and just close my eyes or stare up at the ceiling. “Aww, come on baby it’s okay. We’ve seen more than this.” he coos, mocking me and I whine, trying to move away, hoping he would let go of me. 

“That’s enough.” I hear Quaritch’s stern voice almost shout from the other side of the room. Lyle lets go of my face and I drop my head down, sighing in relief. 

When I glance at the Colonel, he’s saying something to Prager who then gets up and heads over to the windows. 

Quaritch calmly makes his way over to me and I can feel the energy of authority he carries. It has Lyle taking a safe step back, distancing himself from me.

I can make out that Prager is pulling down the blinds on the windows from the corner of my eye but the realisation is subconscious. I’m too distracted watching the Colonel walk over to me with an unreadable look on his face. Even though I don’t work under his command anymore, he still remains so unbearably intimidating.

“Sit down.” he orders and Lyle nods, returning to his seat in a few quick strides. Prager also sat back down now and the room seems more enclosed with the windows not being seen. 

He comes up to stand next to me and sends a harsh glare to his recoms. 

“Leave the poor lady alone.” he says, turning to face them and placing a hand on my shoulder. It’s still bigger than my hands and almost engulfs my entire shoulder. 

“She’s tryin’ to help us and teach us what we need to know and all you lot can do is tease ‘er.” he continues lecturing his team. My eyes widen and I look up at him but his eyes remain fixed on his soldiers. Some of them are looking at the ground or at their hands with their grins wiped clean off their faces. 

“Look at the poor thing, you’ve embarrassed her. She can’t even look us in the eye now.” The Colonel continues. 

Wow. My mind was blown. Quaritch was standing up for me. Why though? He didn’t seem to care earlier.

Finally, the teasing ended and they were told off for it. I couldn’t believe it was happening. It seemed almost too good to be true. 

I was distracted by my thoughts, wondering why he chose to save me now. His words faded from my hearing slightly as I fought back a smile. 

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.” He finally spoke, looking down at me. His voice was a little softer but his face was still neutral. I was hoping for an apologetic look but he didn’t give me one. I brushed it off, holding my locked up hands to him. He held them and opened the handcuffs, sliding them into the pocket of his cammies. 

I rubbed my wrists which had marks on the skin from the cuffs. 

Quaritch turned back to his soldiers while I stood next to him, my tail swaying from side to side now. 

“If you ever speak to her like that again, we’re going to have a problem.” he continued and my heart fluttered at his words. I was saved. 

“You’re never going to touch her like that again either, understood?” he added and I looked to see whether he was looking at Lyle because Lyle had just had a tight grip on me, but he wasn’t. Quaritch was looking at everyone which meant he was referring to past events. My tail stopped moving. Why did he have to bring that up again?

“And if you think you’re ever gonna get to see her like that again,” he spoke and I grimaced slightly, wondering what the point of his mentioning all this was again. “...then you ain’t that wrong.” 

My heart stopped and I froze completely. What did he just say…?

I was in the motion of looking up but my movements stopped when his rough hand attached itself to the hem of my tank top and it was swiftly pulled up and over my chest. 

I gasp, my eyes shooting wide open again as I go to cover my bare chest. The fabric pooled above my breasts and my hands flew to pull it down but just as they reached up, the same hand that pulled up the cloth, caught both my hands and held them in the air. 

I glanced at Quaritch in disbelief and he had an evil smirk on his lips. His other hand curled around the bunched-up top and pulled it over my head. 

I struggled in his grip, trying to free myself but it was absolutely no use. 

The soldiers had meanwhile all looked up and their eyes were blown wide. They weren’t expecting Quaritch to do that but they sure as hell weren’t complaining. 

“This,” he snarls, throwing the tank top behind him “this,” Quaritch reaches down to my shorts and since there is no belt to properly hold them up, he pulls them down my legs and kicks them away. 

I’m completely bare and I put on leg infront of the other, raising it a little to cover myself in any way possible. His hand then holds my face similar to the way Lyle did before. 

“And this,” he makes me look up at his soldiers again, some of who’m are grinning. “...is mine.” 

I whimper, tears filling my eyes as complete and utter embarrassment and shame flood my senses. 

“Don’t cry baby, they’ve seen you like this before.” Quaritch cooed, wiping a tear from my cheek but more hot tears spilt down my flushed skin. 

“This isn’t- fair.” I sob. Yes, his and the recom’s presence had me feeling excited because they all looked so damn good. I also happened to have slept with all of them more or less so of course I would be a little attracted to them. But now, it seemed as though he knew that very well and Quaritch always managed to use the situation to his advantage. 

“Never said it would be, sweet’eart.” he said, grinning. He let my arms go and I curled them around my body, managing to hide myself for a few seconds. Then I was picked up and placed onto the desk which to Quaritch’s delight was at about waist height. The room was built for Na’vi-sized soldiers, not humans. It came in handy. 

I was placed on the desk, facing the others and Quaritch was standing to my right, scanning over my bare body. I instinctively crossed my legs over each other and watched his ears tip back when he saw the movements. 

“You either open ‘em now or I’ll do it for you. What’s it gonna be?” he said, looking into my eyes now. 

My ears are already strained all the way back and I bare my fang at him, hissing. I hated him for this. I hated the effect he had on me and how he knew exactly what to do and when to do it. I also knew I stood no chance and it made me hate him even more. 

“Alright then.” he chuckled darkly, harshly grabbing my knees with both his hands and forcing my legs open. I leaned forward trying to curl myself over my body but he placed one hand on my chest and pushed me all the way back. 

I lay on the desk, my head hanging off the other side with my legs opened in front of eight men whose hungry eyes were devouring the sight. I heard a groan which definitely did not come from Quaritch and I covered my hot face with my sweaty palms. 

Quaritch smirked, holding my legs in place before one of his hands starts to rub my pussy. 

A dark chuckle left his throat. “I thought you weren’t enjoying this Y/N.” 

The teasing never stopped. He glided his fingers through my shamefully slick folds and then pushed a finger into me. When he pulled it out, he held it up for the others to see too. 

Lyle muttered something which I didn’t understand but it made the Colonel grin. 

“Can’t get enough, huh, you little vixen?” Quaritch said, lightly slapping my pussy. I cried out, flinching away from his touch and biting my fist. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Ja mumbled, adjusting his pants. “Colonel, can I-” he started saying but was cut off. 

“Forget it.” Quaritch snarled, almost hissing at Ja who leaned back on his deck and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“You had your goddamn turn.” Miles adds, focusing his attention back on me. He pushed two fingers in and I whined. 

“Please- it hurts.” I say, the plea being meant to ask him to stop. I was sore from yesterday but he interpreted it differently.

“You have it that bad, baby?” he scoffed, pushing his fingers back in. I gasped, trying to move away but I would just fall from the desk. 

“No.” I cry out. “I can’t- do this. It still-” 

“Shhh.” he hushed me, losing his tight grip and closing my legs. His hand rubbed my thigh in an oddly comforting way. He traced a tattoo on my hip that I got before joining the Marines. It made him smile. A part of old me would always be there. It marked me as a Sky Person which amused the Colonel. 

He moved around the desk, now no longer standing in front of it but on the side. He pulled me up by my hips and moved me so that I was laying in front of him again. 

The others were seeing me from the side, all of them sitting and watching intently on my right. 

“You’ll be fine.” he said, but it was not reassuring to me. He said it as if he were waving my worries off. With the way he was looking at me, it seemed he was too distracted to properly even process my words. 

He pulled my legs up and open again, tracing a hand down my thigh as he stared down at my glistening heat. 

I wasn’t sure whether it hurt because of yesterday or whether I was feeling that needy, but my question was soon to be answered. 

He let me go and started undoing his pants. I bent my legs and tried to cover myself in any way possible but it didn’t even make sense to me anymore. I was completely naked in front of them all once again and covering myself with my hands is pointless. 

Quaritch had meanwhile undone his pants and pulled them down just enough so that his dick was out. I looked up at him and saw it. Fuck, this was going to hurt. He was big too. 

I covered my face again, trying to turn to the side and away from the unwanted audience but he flipped me back on my back.

The hard desk beneath me was uncomfortable for my tail. 

Quaritch pulled my hips closer to his and my legs were placed on his shoulders. I didn’t even fight it anymore. Even if I would kick him in the face, I would have to knock out another 7 soldiers to get away and then figure out how to get out of this building with others around. It wouldn’t work. I was too out of it to be able to think properly. I just wanted to be curled up in a ball and covered.

As attracted as I was to everyone in the room, I was most definitely not used to this much attention and it was shockingly overwhelming. 

“Beg for it, baby. Then I promise to make you feel good.” Quaritch teased, his tail amusedly swaying behind him. 

No fucking way was I doing that. 

“Fuck you.” I snarl, glaring at him and trying to remove a leg from his shoulder but he held it in place. A few chuckles erupted from the soldiers seated. 

“The sooner you beg, the sooner this will be over, sweetheart. I can have you layin’ here like this all day.” he adds, grinning down at me while his hand glides up and down my leg. 

I groan out in frustration, my tail thudding against the desk. I stay quiet for a while, wondering whether he will give up but he doesn’t. Quaritch raises a challenging eyebrow and I huff. There was no good way out of this for me.

“Please.” I whisper, still covering my face. 

“Louder.” Quaritch says, removing the hands from my flushed face.

“Please.” I repeat so that everyone can hear it. 

“Please, what?” he grins, licking over his fangs and resting the side of his head on my calf that was on his shoulder.

I gulp, wanting to kill him for the words I was about to say. 

“Please fuck me.” I whine, covering my mouth again as soon as the words leave my lips. 

He chuckles.”Why didn’t ya just say so?”

Quaritch presses the tip of his dick against my entrance and I tense up, unsure of how it will feel. 

Almost instantly, his hips snap forward and he’s pushing all of himself into me at once. 

I cry out, fresh tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My hands grip the sides of the desk when I feel his abdomen press against my ass. He’s bottomed me out. 

The belly bulge they pointed out last time had formed again and Quaritch peered down at it. God, did it raise his ego to be this big. 

“Fuck-” I swear, whining out and clenching my eyes closed. 

“You okay?” Quaritch asks with a hint of worry. His words surprise me. 

“Hurts...” I whimper, biting my lip while my chest heaves. 

He doesn’t move for a while, he just traces patterns on my skin until my face is no longer contorted in discomfort. 

“It’ll get better.” he hushes my small cry and pulls out, before gently letting himself be engulfed again. He exhales shakily, his own needs finally being heard. 

Before being able to complain or do anything else, he pulls out again and I’m flipped over. My chest presses into the cool material of the desk and my hips are now hanging off the edge while my toes barely touch the ground. 

Miles almost immediately thrusts back inside and I arch my back, leaning on my forearms now. My teeth are clenched and I hiss at the feeling of the new angle. 

He thrusts into me with precise and strong strokes before he stills and I feel a hand wrap around my braid. My eyes shoot open and I tense up again. I feel him run his hand down it before picking up the tip. 

“No!” I shout, trying to turn around. “No- don’t do that.”

He holds me down by placing his hand on my back. 

“Why not?” he teased, examining my queue. I notice that everyone is watching the small strings of nerves move around in my braid.  

“It can’t be undone. It’s for life. Don’t you dare.” I threaten him, looking over my shoulder and snarling the words at him. 

“Do you have some boyfriend you’ve done it with?” he asks mockingly, wondering whether I was perhaps already mated. I let my head drop down and into my arm. “Does he fuck this pussy as good as me?”

“No.” I mumble, but he hears it. It answered both questions. 

The answer is like music to his ears. 

“Don’t you wanna try it? I am the reason you’re alive after all.” he says, trying to hit me with some of his twisted words of truth. Then again, he was also the reason I was captured here. 

I don’t answer because I’m rethinking my choices. I did meet a nice Na’vi man once, but as soon as he found out I used to be human. That ended it. It would always ruin any chance I would get. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea?

My silence shows Quaritch that I’m not protesting, so he doesn’t wait any longer. 

He pulls his own braid over his shoulder and pinches the base of both out queues. I flinch and look over my shoulder, in anticipation of what is to come. 

He held our queues together and the strings created a bond, shining a small white light before becoming one stable string. Both our pupils were blown wide as our senses were flooded with the feeling of being connected to each other. My eyes fluttered closed a little when I felt his arousal and he growled, grasping my hips before setting a pace again. 

Quaritch was thrusting into me, hitting all spots inside me and showing attention to my body. He could now feel what felt good for me and focused on that. 

My tail curled upwards and I stretched my arms out in front of me, pushing back against Miles. 

He was being filled with the need to deeply breed me. Something he had never thought of before. He needed to fill me up with his cum until it was seeping out of my pussy and I couldn’t take anymore. 

Never again was anyone except for him going to touch you. You were his now. 

I bit my lip and with the next thrust, I moaned. He felt so good it was making my mind fuzzy. 

He grinned, while breathlessly panting a little. Miles stabilised himself by holding my hips and one of his hands wrapped itself around my tail and tugging me back with every thrust. 

“Shit.” I cursed, balling my fists up before pressing my chest off the desk again and arching my back while leaning against my forearms. 

“That’s it. Take it baby.” Miles hisses between clenched teeth. His hips were starting to stutter every few thrusts and I knew he was as close as I was. My tail wrapped around the arm holding it and I let my head fall back, not caring about how exposed I was to the rest of the soldiers. 

They were mesmerised by the sight before them and I couldn’t even focus on anything else except the way Miles was fucking me into the desk. 

His hand reached back and he delivered a stinging spank to my ass, making me cry out again. 

“That’s for being such a pain in the ass.” he chuckled before picking up his speed and making the desk wobble. My mouth is hanging open in pleasure and not a proper thought is able to reach my mind at this instant. 

“I’m gonna fill you up now and you’re going to take it all.” He growled, leaning forwards and placing his outstretched arms on either side of my back while his hips continued to rut inside me. His fangs were bared as the primal instincts shone through both of our bodies.

I quickly nodded, needing to feel him do that otherwise I would explode. 

Within the next few seconds, he thrust so hard that it pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed and I clenched around him. Miles’ hips stilled and he buried himself as deep inside me as he could before releasing his load into my throbbing pussy. 

“Fuck.” he moaned while white waves of pleasure shot through our bodies. It was twice as intense because I felt my orgasm along with his. 

Our bodies relaxed against each other and I panted against the desk, dropping my head down again. 

He was leaning against my angled hips and soon enough our tsaheylu’s bond disconnected and my braid fell onto my back. It was done. We were mated for life. The realisation hit me only now and I didn’t know how to feel about it. 

Miles slowly straightened his posture and pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants before watching his cum flow out of my pussy. The sight was one of the best things he had seen in years. 

When he looked at my limp body, he felt guilty for his actions and for forcing himself onto me. 

“Give me that.” he ordered Mansk to give him my shorts and top. 

I was lifted and re-dressed by Miles. My eyes scanned the room and I felt slightly ashamed. I looked down, my ears tipped back again, showing my discomfort. 

Quaritch noticed it and stopped. He didn’t quite know how to make me feel better but he wasn’t going to let anyone else comfort me.

“I’m sorry.” he spoke softly, his gaze no longer intimidating me. 

I hesitate to answer. “It’s okay.” I reply, even though I’m not sure it is. We were mated for life. I didn’t know what would happen now. 

He smiled at my words but he could tell I wasn’t sure of them either. 

“Dismissed.” he announces to his squad. “Go deal with yourselves.” 

They all stood up, some grinning and looking at me before adjusting their pants a little and leaving. 

The door closes behind them.

“It’ll all get better soon.” Miles says, placing a hand on my back in comfort. I look up at him, wondering what he means. But he as well isn’t sure of his words.

I nod and he embraces me. Something we have never done before. I had my head pressed against his chest while his arms cradled my upper body. 

“Let me take care of you baby.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my head. The gesture makes me melt and I lean further into him, accepting his offer. 

(please don't ask me to make part 3.I have no ideas for that and I promise I have so many more story ideas coming)

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[magicamicitia]

WARNING: Mentions of suicidal/intrusive thoughts.

Volume One, Chapter Two

“You’re not alone anymore.”

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Click!

Sunset Shimmer once again woke up to the sound of her alarm clock, and carried on with her morning routine as normal. However, the memories of the previous afternoon refused to leave her thoughts.

She was aware of the existence of magic in other worlds, but… This one wasn’t supposed to be one of them. So what’s up with all of this? Magical girls? Witches? A talking cat-with-bunny-ears freak? It was weirder than anything she’d ever seen in any other world. Apparently, humans like her weren’t supposed to be able to see witches like she did. Sunset figured her background as a magic interdimensional traveller could explain that abnormality.

Whatever this all meant, she hoped Twilight knew what she was doing.

“I have no idea what I’m doing!” Twilight Sparkle skipped nervously around her room.

“Don’t worry!” the small white creature, who referred to itself as ‘Kyubey’, carefully groomed its fur in a corner. “If you ever need any help, you can always ask me.”

Twilight couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

“Yeah, that’s real reassuring. The last time I asked for your help, You-“

Her train of thought was crudely interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Sweetie?” Her mother’s voice called. “Are you okay in there? You’re gonna be late if you don’t come out soon!”

“Shoot! I’d better get going!”

She left her home in a hurry as to avoid being late, despite her family’s attempts to tell her she still had twenty minutes until her usual time of departure. With a half-eaten sandwich in her hands and a trusty Kyubey over her shoulders, she was surely ready for another day as a high school student AND magical girl!

Huh?

Twilight Sparkle suddenly felt a strange weight on her chest. looking down at the soul gem ring on her finger, she noticed it emitted a strange glow.

“What’s all this now?”

“Your soul gem is reacting to magic,” kyubey answered. “There must be a witch nearby! We have to go after it!”

“NOW?! I can’t go after a witch NOW! I couldn’t even finish off the last one, and if I take too long fighting it… I’ll be…”

She gulped, terrified.

“…TARDY!!!”

“Twilight! You’re a magical girl now, the future of humanity relies on you battling witches!”

“I know, I know… But… Like, can’t you do it or something?”

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about witches in their physicial form. But once you defeat the witch, I can collect its grief seed and make sure it never comes back!”

“Ughhhh!!! Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll do it…”

Her soul gem’s magic led her to a beautiful hedge maze just outside an ancient history museum.

“Wow… this place looks so peaceful. Odd spot for a witch to make its lair.”

“You’re right, Twilight. Usually, witches will try to hatch in locations where they can collect the despair of nearby victims. But this maze is a total ghost town…”

“Well, then that must mean this one doesn’t feel like it needs any extra power, huh?”

“Yes. We’d better get ready; we’re about to enter the labyrinth, quite literally.”

As Twilight moved towards the center of the maze, she could feel reality around her become more and more distorted. But she noticed a strange consistency among the chaos.

“These patterns… these creatures… This is the same witch from yesterday!”

Kyubey backed up against Twilight’s legs, looking for refuge. “Looks like we got real lucky then. If we had decided to fight it then, with a human tagging along, things would have gotten real dangerous.”

Twilight spared no time - casting her magical power, she transformed into her magical girl self and barged through the horde of familiars with her shield. The familiars, however, laughed at her futile attempts. Their torn bodies sewed themselves back together to take on another form.

“P…Principal Celestia…?” Twilight felt an enourmous weight fall onto her shoulders.

“Twilight Sparkle,” said the mirage. “What are you doing here, when you should be at school? You used to be such a good student…”

“U-Used to be? No, no, I still am! In fact, I was on my way back-“

“It’s too late for that now. You’ve already been expelled from Crystal Prep, do you want me to expel you from Canterlot High as well? That won’t look good on your records.”

“No! I wasn’t expelled! Candace just thought it would be better for me if…”

Her legs were shaking.

“I… I’m… You’re not supposed to be here!”

Mustering up her strength, Twilight attacked the illusion of Celestia with everything she had. The familiars, however, simply dissolved themselves while laughing, leaving Twilight to fall to the ground, crying and defeated.

“What’s happening… Why am I… So weak…?”

The laughter around her turned to chants.

“End it!”

“What good is a magical girl who can’t fight a witch?”

“End it!”

“Give up your soul gem and feed us!”

“End it!”

“End it!”

“End it!”

Her vision was starting to get blurry. Why did she accept this awful offer in the first place?! She didn’t have what it took to be a magical girl at all!

Oh,

That’s right…

The reason was…

“Hold on tight, sugarcube!”

From the skies, a mysterious sillhouette came down to Twilight’s aid. Once it landed, she was surprised to see another magical girl, just like her!

Well, maybe her clothes were a little different. Very country. And instead of a shield, this girl took out five mint-condition flintlock muskets from her stylish cowboy hat. With the aim and confidence of a professional, she took down the monsters without missing a single shot. Then, she whipped her hair around, adjusted her hat, and turned to a baffled Twilight on the ground.

She smiled and reached out her hand.

“You alright over there?”

Before she could even say anything, four other girls made their way to Twilight and the mysterious magical girl.

“AJ, no fair! You said this one was mine!” A feisty girl with rainbow-colored hair rushed in first, clearly very upset.

“Oh, darling, please, that was clearly not the witch. You’re making a scene for no reason.” Added a purple-haired girl dressed in gorgeous modern-victorian couture.

“Wait,” said the multicolor girl. “Who’s that one over there?”

“I-I’m… Twilight… Twilight Sparkle…” She clumsily adjusted her glasses and got up.

“Pleasure to meet ya, Twilight.” The girl with the muskets smiled. “Name’s applejack.”

“I’m Rainbow Dash!” the spunky girl added.

“My name is Rarity, but you may call me Miss Rarity if you’re a fan.”

“Oh, I’ve heard your name before! You’re like, a prodigy star of the design world, right?”

“You’re quite right, darling! And those two over there are Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy.”

“W…Woah… So, you’re all magical girls…?”

“ALMOST all of us. Flutter can’t seem to come up with a wish, so we just drag her along as moral support.” Rainbow Dash cut in with a sarcastic tone.

“Rainbow, don’t say that!” Applejack reprimanded. “Don’t you worry, sugarcube. I know how scary it is to fight them mean witches all by yourself, but you’re not alone in this no more. We got your back!”

[striveattemptfail]

chaos, we so catostrophic | Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson, 1.1k, PG-13

@poolvertober: Day 17 – Cozy

Summary: Takes place immediately after Wade introduces Logan and Mary Puppins to Al. This is 100% dialogue and is more gen than slash but we all know the truth ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) TW: Rated for canon-typical violence, gun use, mentions of drugs/alcohol, language, and death of a nameless rat. Read on Ao3

A/N: I'm taking today's prompt real fast and loose here so please forgive me lmao. Title from Chk Chk Boom by Stray Kids because I'm still offended it wasn't included in the OST, smh 😑 Shout out to the wonderful Zay @comatose--overdose for the beta, idea throwing, and putting up with my ass (ಥ‿ಥ) All other mistakes are mine.

❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛❤️💛

“It’s like an armadillo fucked a gremlin, angrily, and in a bed of gonorrhoea—”

“Wow.”

“—and didn’t stop ‘til the sun came up!”

“Whatever it is, I ain’t taking care of it.”

“Don’t worry about that. Besides, we should talk about how Logan is here to live with us!”

“No, I’m not...?”

“How the fuck are we supposed to keep a mangy dog and another whole-ass human being alive in this shithole apartment, Wade?”

“Gasp! How dare you call her mangy? She’s a princess and deserves to be treated like royalty!”

“And you want her to live in this cocaine-less den?”

“Did you just say ‘gasp’ out loud, bub?”

“The movie’s almost over, so I can probably hook you up with Doug’s forbidden baking powder soon. I’ll figure it out!”

“What about the entire man—”

“Ooh, that he is.”

“—that you intend to house in this one-bed, one-bath?”

“I’ll only be here until I can get on my feet, ma’am.”

“Nope, you’re staying here until you’re 90! Also, ‘ma’am’? Logan, I’m pretty sure you’re twice her age.”

“What the fuck?”

“Oh yeah, Logan’s the Wolverine and he’s, like, stupid old.”

“Fuck you.”

“...I thought Wolverine died?”

“This is a new one.”

“How the fuck did you get a fucking new one?”

“I’ll give you the abridged version of the movie later, after everybody settles in.”

“Wade! For fuck’s sake, I can hear you leaving—don’t you dare walk away from me!”

“Don’t you dare walk away from meeeee!”

“Singing Whitney doesn’t answer my question about how the hell we’re fitting three people and a dog in here!”

“We’ve got a pull-out—haha, pull out—in the living room and an XL twin in the bedroom.”

“My bedroom, Wade!”

“Bub, are you fuckin’ serious?”

“Hey, if the fanfics can make it work, then we’ll make it work!”

“I cannot believe this shit. This dumbass never listens to me.”

“Jesus fuckin’ christ. Althea?”

“Yes, Logan?”

“Ya got any booze around?”

“I think there’s beer in the fridge.”

“Booze? Already? It’s not even—Al, what time is it?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?”

“Right, blind, can’t see the time.”

“If that wall clock’s right, it’s 3:14, bub.”

“It’s not even 4pm and you’re already drinking?!”

“If I have to put up with your hairless-brained bullshit, yes, I am.”

“I’d be more offended at that joke but I’m honestly impressed, pookie.”

“Seriously? For calling you bald?”

“His standards are in hell used as Satan’s spreader bar where he should’ve gone instead of rooming with me.”

“Hey!”

“Pfft!”

“Unbelievable, I can’t believe—oh, no! No no no no, Lady Leprosy With Legs, don’t nap in that! That’s where Daddy keeps his knives.”

“That’s what I’m trying to talk about, Wade! Where the hell is everyone supposed to sleep?”

“You and I can bunk together like we used to, Al. Logan can take the pull-out.”

“Oh, friggin’ hell—no. You and I will share that damn couch and Althea can keep her bed.”

“Thank you, Logan.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet, sugar tits!”

“Now, what about the dog?”

“She’ll get a dog bed, duh.”

“What? D’ya just have a dog bed lying around somewhere?”

“I do, actually! But where did I put that thing?”

“Are you serious?”

“Convenient, huh! I found it in Al’s shit when we moved in together and decided to keep it. I’m guessing the author got too lazy trying to figure out a better way to include it in this fic.”

“...He just says shit sometimes. Don’t mind him, Logan.”

“I’m well aware. You’re a weirdo, bub.”

“Thank you! I’ll take that as a compliment. Now, if I remember right—SHIT!!!”

“What?!”

“The fuck’s happening?!”

“Ah, shit, fuck! There’s a rat!”

“A RAT?!”

“Althea, where did you get that gun—put it down!”

“POINT ME TO THE FUCKING RAT!”

“Al, put the fucking gun down!”

“GET RID OF THE RAT FIRST!”

“Arf!”

“Mary, don’t touch that thing!”

“Fuckin’ hell, bub, grab Mary while I—”

BANG!

“AL, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE—”

“Arf-arf! Rrrrruff!”

“WADE, GRAB THE GODDAMN DOG!”

“NO, GET THE FUCKING RAT FIRST!”

“Mary—!”

BANG!

“AH!!!”

“Althea!”

“Jack Kirby’s giant ballsack!”

“Did I get it?!”

“Fuck no! You hit me, you empty-eyed, shit-for-aim walking corpse!”

“Rrrrrrafff!”

“Logan, keep her from shooting this way!”

“Just let me aim for the fucking rat!”

“Althea, please just hand me—”

“Get your goddamn hands off my glock!”

“Then stop shooting!”

“Mary, wait—!”

BANG!

“Rrrrrragghhh!”

“Ho. ly. shit.”

“What the fuck happened? Did I get it? Is it dead?!”

“You’re such a good girl, yes, you are!”

“He better not be talking to me, I swear to god.”

“Little miss angel face here just caught our uninvited guest!”

“Grrrrrr.”

“Wade, get that thing out of her mouth before it catches rabies from her.”

“Wow, rude, she doesn’t have rabies! Also, I’m pretty sure it’s already dead. She’s got no teeth but a hell of a bite, don’t you, my lovely bundle of herpes and joy?”

“Just get the fucking thing out of here!”

“Ugh, fine, jeez louise—come here, girl. You did such a good job, yes you did! Thank you for killing that thing! Now, let’s go toss it out.”

“The dog caught the rat?”

“Yeah, she did.”

“Well...I guess it can stay then.”

“Really? The dog’s already in your good graces?”

“You’re the one who tried grabbing my gun.”

“Because you were shooting everywhere!”

“And now you’re arguing with me!”

“...My apologies, ma’am. Won’t happen again.”

“Just keep your word and it’s alright.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Alrighty! Time to go look for that bed again.”

“Anybody want a beer?”

“Can you grab me one, Logan?”

“You already finished that whole can?!”

“‘Course I did. All that shit gave me headache.”

“Welcome to a day in the life of Deadpool and Blind Al, peanut!”

“I did this to myself. I chose to come here. How the fuck did that happen?”

“I wonder the same damn thing all the time.”

“Your beer.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“I can’t believe it’s been less than five minutes and both of you are already ganging up on me!”

“S’not hard to.”

“My Wolvie is so mean! Aha, here it is! I knew I still had the old thing. Here you go, my fearless guard dog.”

“It was a rat, not an intruder, Wade.”

“She protected the house and killed that pest. She’s practically a guardian angel!”

“Eh, good enough for me.”

“See, Al gets it!”

“I still ain’t looking after that thing.”

“That’s fine. Logan and I will!”

“I did not sign up for that.”

“You did when you agreed to crash with me!”

“Is he always like this, Althea?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Make yourself cozy, Logan, because it only gets better from here!”

“God help me.”

“God help us all.”

“Arf!”

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A02] Welcome to the Mammoth School

Summary — ✈︎ Kaede enters Hama Asunaro High School. When entering the school, he stumbles upon students arguing with a rough atmosphere around them. Then, he sees a familiar face…

Characters— ✈︎ Sakujiro

Location: Hama Asunaro High School

Kaede: This is Hama Asunaro High School huh…

As you would expect from a mammoth school[1]… It’s big.

Umm, Kafka’s message saidーー

Kaede: He still has me left on delivered…

He’s probably purposefully ignoring the messages.

(The school’s already been informed I’m coming… right?

First, let me find a security guard or a receptionist robot. )

Student A: You guys should get lost already!

Kaede: (Hm…?)

Student A: We of “The Weavers of Light and Shadow using Ptolemaic Theory[2] Club” already reserved the time slot for this spot!

Student B: Hah? I haven’t heard anything about that though.

ーーWell, it’s not like whatever you’re saying matters in this situation. You know what this is, don’t you?

Student A: That’s…!

Student B: Yuuup～. That’s a Class 3 badge～.

Everyone on the soccer team here is a Class 3 or higher. Aren’t you guys Class 2 or lower? You sure are acting all high and mighty.

Why don’t you and your lower Class club go play around in the Old Building?

…Ah wait, that just exploded the other day though.

Student A: Guh…!

Kaede: (The atmosphere’s kinda rough over there…

That conversation had a bunch of dangerous words like Classes[3] and explosions too…)

(I’ll just stop eavesdropping and leaveーー)

Wah…!

Student B: Uwah…!? What’s that, all of a sudden!?

Kaede: (A volleyball got spiked from above…)

Student B: Hey, watch it, Volleyball Club!

You have some nerve underestimating people from Class 3… Come out already!

???: It is not just the “Volleyball Club”.

It is “The Liberated Volleyball Club with Liberated Bodies”.

Kaede: Sa-Sakujiro-san!? Wow, that was a sharp spike considering how close to the edge of the roof you areーー Wait no, what are you doing here!?

Student B: Karigane-sensei…!

Kaede: Huh? S-Sensei…?

Sakujiro: Hup!

Kaede: Wow, what a beautiful jump and landing… I mean! Why is he being called Sensei…?

Sakujiro: I could hear your conversation all the way from the roof.

That Class badge, did you obtain it for the sole purpose of belittling the people around you?

Student B: Uu…!

Sakujiro: You did not, correct? Thenーー

Both of you, please put your hands together and make up with a handshake.

Student B: M… My bad.

Student A: Nah, I was going a bit too far.

Kaede: (Seems the issue got settled… somehow. But, calling him Senseiーー)

Sakujiro: Yesterday’s enemy is today’s friend. I hope you’re able to get along well with each other.

Now! Members of the The Liberated Volleyball Club with Liberated Bodies, I shall return back to the rooftop, so please wait for me!

Kaede: (As expected of Sakujiro-san. Dashing right back to the sceneーー)

No, hold on a second. Sakujiro-san, don’t leave!

Kaede: So in other words, you’ve been working as a part-time undercover teacher for the past 3 months?

And Kafka didn’t order you to, you chose to on your own?

Sakujiro: Correct. I’ve been preparing for a situation such as this to occur.

After knowing the Young Master for so long, I’ve developed something of a sixth sense for these types of situations.

Kaede: Amazing… Even though they’re happening separately from each other, everything ends up connecting back to Kafka.

Sakujiro: Much obliged. 

ーーWell then, this way if you please. Let us make haste to the principal’s office.

While en route, I shall tell you more about this school.

Sakujiro: Hama Asunaro High Schoolーー Currently, there are 10,000 students currently enrolled.

It is a very big mammoth high school, with around 83 classes per grade level.

As society develops at a high paced rate in technology, the school prides itself in believing that human value is found in “spontaneous individuality”. Therefore, in the early stages, it focused on developing this through professional education in club activities.

Kaede: “Spontaneous individuality”...

Sakujiro: It is the individuality one gets from honing themselves while receiving guidance from their teacher.

Sakujiro: In Asu High, there is a system in place where that motivation is channeled into club activities and thus evaluated.

Various results were received, and thus a variety of different students with a range of personalities gathered all over the country to attend here.

The enrollment rate is said to be 80:1 compared to other schools.

Kaede: It’s a pretty difficult high school huh…

(Now that I think about it, didn’t Yuki-nii and the others graduate from Asu High? As I thought, they’re amazing…)

Sakujiro: After graduation, you can pursue many different careers. Such as politics, baseball, academics, and a variety of others.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that earning a degree at this school is synonymous to a better life.

And the person who’s at the foundation of the school of such a unique system isーー

Sakujiro: Please excuse me.

The man who runs such a school has worked in HRD[4] jobs at widely renowned IT companies across the globe. He has been described as a coaching god and a prophet in human resources.

Sakujiro: He has a background that can only be described as one of the best in human research development. That is our principalーー Principal Naoe.

Principal Naoe: … Please excuse me, due to various circumstances, we will only be able to talk via audio. Thank you for meeting with me. I’m sorry for making you come all the way over here.

Kaede: Please don’t worry about it. …Nice to meet you, my name is Kaede Hamasaki.

(His icon in the call says “love”...)

Principal Naoe: Hahaha… There’s no need to be so worried. Let’s talk casually as people who share the same ideas.

Kaede: Ah, yes…

Principal Naoe: I received a call from the president at the place you workーー Kafka-kun. It seems he wants to select the next ward mayors for HAMA tourism from the younger generation.

That is a brilliant idea. I strongly agree with that decision.

After all, I believe the future lies with the younger generation.

Young people should want to shape the world that they live in. It falls on us as adults to lend them the support to do so.

Wouldn’t you agree?

Kaede: Yes, I believe that’s true.

Principal Naoe: Haha, that’s good. As long as you share the same feelings, it’s more than enough. I have high hopes when it comes to what you can do.

Then, as for students who may be candidates for ward mayors, we established a club called the Community Revitalization Club and have gathered potential students already.

As for you, you will be enrolled as the club’s outside club instructor.

Kaede: In-Instructor!? That’s a big role…

Principal Naoe: What of it? You have Karigane-sensei to lend you a hand as well, so there shouldn’t be any issues.

I’ve already told you, haven't I?  As long as you share the same feelings, it’s more than enough.

Kaede: …

Sakujiro: Principal, if I may?

Principal Naoe: Go ahead, Karigane-sensei.

Sakujiro: If I’m not mistaken, the students who are enrolled in the Community Revitalization Club were Class 1 students, were they not?

Kaede: (Class 1 students? Oh right, the kids outside were also saying something about Classes…)

Sakujiro: Although Kaede-san is someone with strong ambitions, and I hope I am not being frank when I say this, he is still an amateur at teaching.

I fear that if he were to be put in charge of Class 1 students, he would become overwhelmed.

Principal Naoe: Ah, now that you mention it, you’re right. Butーー

Here’s what I think. The Class 1 students are diamonds in the rough.

Kaede: …

Principal Naoe: From here, they could become gemstones which shine a variety of different colors. To put it in another way, there are endless possibilities with them.

When you see the possibilities they hold, the lovelier they are. I’m sure that Kaede-san will come to realize this. 

Kaede: Yes…

Principal Naoe: By the way, Karigane-sensei.

What do you say? Will you finally accept my offer of the position to be a full time teacher?

Sakujiro: I thank you for the opportunity, but I’m afraid I will have to refuse that offer yet again.

Principal Naoe: Hahaha! You’re as cold as ever aren’t you?

Well then, as I recover from the heartbreak of getting rejected for the 67th time, feel free to show him around.

Please excuse me.

Kaede: Yes! Um… Thank you very much!

Principal Naoe: Good luck, young man.

Kaede: (He left… He was a little strange…)

Sakujiro: Let’s hurry to the club room, shall we?

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Notes — ✈︎

A mammoth school is a huge school that has an enormous amount of students and classrooms. Sakujiro explains the size of Asu High, but “mammoth school” isn’t the most common phrase ever so I thought I should explain

Ptolemaic theory is the theory that Earth is at the center of the universe while everything else revolves around it. “The Weavers of Light and Shadow using Ptolemaic Theory” is a fancy way of saying they’re just using the shadows and sunlight to test this theory.

Sure you’re aware by now but just in case you're not! Classes in this case are basically referring to social classes. In Asu High, there are Classes 1-5, 5 being the highest of the Classes. I’ll always capitalize Classes when I’m talking about the hierarchical system as opposed to the regular school classes.

HRD - Human Resource Development, IT - Information Technologies

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[dinogoose]

all of this silence and patience, (pining and desperately waiting)

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

(or, eddie gets jealous at a middle school bake sale.)

Eddie is currently in Christopher's middle school, glaring at a woman he vaguely recognizes as she places her hand on top of Buck’s bicep, laughing at something he says.

The school was hosting a PTA bake sale to raise money for various expenses, and Eddie had begged Buck not to make him go alone.

Buck agreed easily, loving any excuse to bake. He enlisted Christopher’s help so they spent an entire day making an absurd amount of baked goods.

And now all of those series of events had led him here, watching some woman flirt with Buck. The longer he stares the more he realizes he already knows this woman, she’s the mom of one of Chris’ friends, and clearly someone Buck has previously met.

That thought annoys him way more than it should.

Before he even registers what he’s doing, he’s making his way across the cafeteria, over to where Buck is. Once he reaches them, Buck acknowledges him by bumping their shoulders together but he never pauses his conversation.

Buck’s animatedly talking with her about his ‘signature’ brownie recipe. (He one-hundred percent stole the recipe off of Bobby.)

“You have to melt the butter to the correct temp, if not I’ve found that they aren’t as fluffy, you know?” The flirty soccer mom nods along, completely charmed with the human embodiment of sunshine, Evan Buckley.

“Mine always turn out so flat, I can never seem to find a good recipe but my god, yours are just delectable Buck! You have to give me your recipe!” She said, a flirtatious smirk on her lips. One that the blonde seems to completely miss.

“There are a few good ones online-“ She then turns to Eddie, a curious tilt to her head as she tries to figure out who he is. Buck cuts himself off,

“Wow, how rude of me, this is my- Eddie. Eddie Diaz. This is Eddie Diaz, Christopher’s father. Eddie, this is Cynthia, she’s Abigail’s mom.” Buck says flushing bright red and Eddie revels in it.

Eddie steps forward to shake her hand like the gentleman he is, “Yes, it’s wonderful to meet you Cynthia, I’m his partner, Eddie.”

As he finishes saying that he shoots Buck a shameless grin, feeling extremely proud of himself.

Buck frowns at him and avoids eye contact, his blush spreading deliciously up his neck.

“Oh! Well, you two certainly do make a beautiful couple.” She comments, visibly leering at both of them. Eddie just smiles at her, happy she now won’t flirt with Buck. The younger man shoots him another confused look but dives back into conversation with her.

—

As the night comes to a close, Eddie finds himself being forcefully dragged out into the parking lot by Buck.

“Hey, if you wanted to leave all you had to do was ask.” He snarks, Buck gives him a deadpan look that shuts him up.

“Everyone thinks we’re married,” Buck states. His tone is strange, almost monotone, which is making Eddie sweat a little.

“Oh. Huh. Okay… why?” He asks very eloquently, totally not choking on his spit.

Buck huffs, tugging at his beautiful curly hair.

“Why? Maybe because you told Cynthia we were partners!”

“We are partners!” Eddie exclaims.

“Yeah, at work!” Buck retorts right back, stepping into Eddie’s space. The reminder stings a little. (It burns so badly Eddie is wondering if he’s having a heart attack and idly wonders if he should pop a baby aspirin.)

He takes a step back, huffing, “Well sorry! I thought that you may have wanted saving from her relentless flirting!”

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

Buck shoves him laughing, “You’re the worst, she didn’t say any of that, and she most definitely did not say moist.” Buck then appraises him for a moment, “You wanna know what I think?”

“What?” Eddie grumbles, knowing he likely does not want to know what Buck thinks.

“I think…” He draws out, “Somebody is jealous.”

Eddie can feel the tips of his ears go hot as he sputters, “I am not jealous. What would I even be jealous of?” He attempts to play off, failing miserably.

Obviously, he’s jealous that a beautiful single mom had captured Buck’s attention (He’d like to be the only single parent Buck has his eyes on, thank you very much). So yeah, he may have played up the whole partner thing. And yes he may now be continuing to be petty towards a woman who hasn’t actually done anything wrong.

Later he’ll feel guilty for all the bitchiness he’s felt towards this woman, but for now, he’s going to stare daggers at Buck in a middle school parking lot.

“Let’s go home.” Eddie mutters, eyes dropping from Buck’s face as he digs around in his pockets for his keys. He’s done with this conversation, he’s done with this bake sale, and he’s entirely done speaking about Cynthia.

“Eddie,” Buck calls, sounding much closer than before. Eddie ignores him, Buck tries again, “Eddie, Eds,” Begrudgingly he raises his head, meeting Buck’s gaze.

“I was not interested in Cynthia.” He states simply, although his stare is imploring, almost as though he’s trying to convey a deeper meaning to Eddie. One the older man isn’t grasping.

“Why not? She’s beautiful and nice and loves your brownies.” He spits out, bitterly. Buck just shakes his head, a fond look on his face as he chuckles a bit.

“I’m not interested in her because I’m interested in you.”

Eddie blinks at him owlishly, trying to comprehend that.

“You- what- me? Huh?” He nearly points at himself to emphasize the ‘me?’ point but doesn’t want to look like a complete idiot. Buck shakes his head, a fond-sounding sigh escaping his mouth.

“Eddie, you cannot be serious. Obviously, I’m in love with you, come on, you know me. Think about it.”

So he does. Eddie thinks over their entire friendship, every big moment, every tiny one. Every family outing and dinner. Each time they’d go home together.

The well, the shooting, the will, god- the lighting strike. Every major event that changed their lives, they experienced and got through them together.

Everything adds up and points to one thing.

They love each other.

“Wow.”

“Right?” Buck agrees, knowing Eddie has finally seen it. He takes another step into Eddie’s space until they’re standing so close they’re nearly chest-to-chest.

“Wow.” He repeats, feeling as though anything else he says will be inadequate. He looks up to Buck, brushing their noses together when he does.

Buck’s gorgeous blue eyes are shining in the glow of a nearby streetlamp. He’s smiling bright and wide, waiting for Eddie.

Eddie goes.

He places one hand on Buck’s shoulder to steady himself, and the other goes to hold Buck’s face. He tips him down just slightly, allowing their lips to finally meet.

Buck eagerly accepts the kiss and deepens it, a small groan escaping his throat.

They continue to kiss until Buck pushes back a little.

“God-,” he says panting, “Don’t get me wrong I’d love to keep going, but we are in a school parking lot, so not entirely ideal. And I'm pretty sure a woman is watching us from her car right now.”

Eddie tips his head back laughing, before grabbing Buck’s hand.

“Let’s go home then.”

Buck nods, “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

(jealous eddie diaz my beloved. hope you enjoyed this! thank you for all the support, and for reading. I’ll see you soon.)

[kobedivision]

Happy Halloween from Lovesick

“Wow, Max, you look great! I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, you’re a wolf in everything but name, haha..”

“Thanks…you…look nice…Hunter…seems to…approve…”

“Oh, well, uh, I’m glad I could meet his expectations, hey, have you seen Kaiji lately?”

“Hm?…No…I haven’t…not since…this morning…”

“Huh, maybe I should call him, he’s probably got caught up with stre-“

“I’m heeeeeeere~!”

“Wha-“

“…”

“Soooo~? What do you think? I look suuuper cute, yeah? Took me a while to get the paws right but I think I did a good enough job!”

“…”

“Kaiji…”

“Yeah? Let me guess, I’m so cute that you guys are literally speechless, it’s okay~ I get it, it’s not easy to process all this cuteness~”

“It’s..not really that-“

“What…the hell..are…you wearing…”

“Uh, is it not obvious? I’m a werewolf! Just like you guys! It’s what we planned on going as for our group costume? Which, I’m still not happy about by the way.”

“We can see that, Kaiji but Max won the draw fair and square, plus, we already gave you a costume to wear, where is it?”

“Hello? I’m wearing it! I just…modified it a little, sorry RenRen but the costumes you picked out were so boringgggg! I need pizazz! I need glitter! I don’t see what the problem is, I’m still following the theme!”

“It’s too…bright…can’t see…stay…away...you used…way…too much…flower…smelling…stuff…”

“Oh god, well, it could be worse…”

“Panther…someone’s coming…”

“Eh? Oh! Well hello there, my dear, a very happy halloween to you, fufu. Would you like a treat? Or perhaps you’re naughty enough to ask for a trick?”

“Good fucking grief, it’s like a switch has been flipped, just give them their fucking treat, Ren.”

“Fine, fine, here you go, little imp, stay cautious out there~”

You received a treat!

Chocolate Paws. Exactly what it sounds like, solid milk chocolate bites in the shape of a wolf’s paw, the ‘nails’ are made out of white chocolate and the toe beans are strawberry flavored.

“Hi hi~! Happy Halloween, cutie! Do you like my costume? It’s way better than theirs, right? Of course it is, anyways, take this! Bye bye now!”

You received a treat!

Candy Collars. A collar made entirely out of candy held together by licorice, you can show off your sweet fashion taste before eating it.

“…Here…”

You received a treat!

“Dog” Treats. Sweet, cinnamon flavored graham crackers in the shape of bones. Don’t let its appearance fool you, it’s completely edible and safe for human consumption.

[decks-writing-blog]

Whatever the Fuck Benrey is: Chapter Twelve: Points for Trying

Chapter One

Previous Chapter

~

Gordon woke to sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtains. Benrey was still snuggled up to him. Somehow all the remaining awkwardness had dissipated while they’d slept. Two lonely people cuddling, what had to be weird or awkward about that? It felt nice so why shouldn’t they? And it had worked. If he’d had another nightmare, it hadn’t been vivid enough to recall, let alone wake him.

Eventually Benrey stirred as if waking too. “Good morning,” Gordon whispered even though surely proper morning had passed by now. “Ready to get up?” He certainly wasn’t but he’d live if Benrey was.

Benrey shifted but made no move to get up or free himself from Gordon’s embrace. “Hmm… morning. Five more mins?”

“Sure, five more minutes.” Even if it would undoubtedly be more than that it didn’t matter. Gordon had stuff to do today but it could wait.

A purr rumbled in Benrey’s chest in response. Not as loud as the one last night but it still meant he was happy and content. This was nice for him too.

“Do you think uh… we could do this again?” Gordon kept his voice to a whisper lest he break the comfortable peace between them. He wouldn’t have said anything at all but while up and about, not half asleep in each other’s arms, the question would be awkward and weird. “I know you don’t need to sleep every night like I do but maybe you could…”

“Cuddle you to sleep anyway?” Benrey supplied for him as he trailed off.

“Uh… yeah. If you’re okay with that. You don’t have stay the whole night just ‘til I fall asleep.” Maybe that would be enough.

“Wow, can’t even fall asleep without help, huh? A helpless little uh… human, gotta be cuddled to sleep at night.” Any bite his teasing might have had was heavily dampened by the fact that he was whispering too and still purring lightly. “But sure, I’m a cool guy so I’ll help.”

“Thanks.”

~

‘Five more minutes’ was indeed far longer than five minutes in truth but it did eventually come to an end. It would’ve been nice for a bit longer even but Gordon needed to get up and move.

Upon exiting the room and heading off to meet up with the rest of the Science Team for lunch – they had indeed slept well past morning time – it almost felt like a dream. Nothing about his interactions with Benrey once they’d gotten out of bed were much different than they’d been yesterday. Though perhaps that was hard to judge considering how their interactions had gone from antagonistic to friendly to cuddling relatively quickly. Those phone conversations had gone a long way towards cementing the tentative friendship they’d formed playing games together for an evening. But they’d full on cuddled twice now, surely that should change something, right? … It didn’t though. Which was preferable so Gordon wasn’t going to think about it anymore.

After lunch, there was not much else to do but continue the search for a place to live. Even if he wanted to move in somewhere soon as possible, it was still a good idea to get the lay of the land before bothering to make appointments to look inside anywhere. Since the whole Science Team was in the same boat in that regard, driving around to look together made sense.

Despite deciding to take the Black Mesa car instead of Bubby’s, Bubby still claimed the driver’s seat which meant by unquestioned agreement, Dr. Coomer got shotgun. Leaving Benrey, Gordon, and Tommy to get into the back again. Such seemed to be how they were going to default to riding in a car together. It wouldn’t have been so bad except Benrey pointed out, “I sat middle last time. It sucked. Your turn, like you said.”

“I guess I did say, huh?” The means of their return trip meant he hadn’t had to live up to his promise to swap for the window seat with Benrey. He could perhaps ask Tommy to switch instead but he’d already got in so, with a sigh, Gordon slid in to the middle seat.

Benrey slid in next, closing the door behind him and sandwiching Gordon between him and Tommy. It wasn’t so bad though. Yeah, he didn’t have a good view of the outside and less leg room than he preferred but brushing shoulders with both Tommy and Benrey wasn’t much of a problem. He’d recently learned that he was apparently the type of guy who liked cuddling with his friends after all so the causal contact wasn’t an issue.

“Since we’re all uh… looking for places at the same time maybe we could try to be neighbors,” Tommy said as Bubby started the car and got them rolling. “It’s uh… it’s good to live near friends. We could… we could go on walks together with Sunkist and um… just hang out and stuff whenever we want.”

Gordon hadn’t given it much thought before but… “Great idea.” The fact that rooming with Benrey wasn’t going to be nearly as bad as he’d have once thought – would even be fairly nice instead – didn’t mean having the others nearby to help keep him sane wouldn’t be greatly appreciated. Both for the added easily accessed company but also because Benrey was still Benrey. Being friends with and sometimes cuddling him didn’t mean he wasn’t also still an annoying brat.

“With how small this damn town is, we’d likely end up living near each other anyway,” Bubby said. “So sure, I guess we can go out of our way to do it on purpose.”

“Having high friendship levels with one’s neighbors sounds like a grand idea,” was apparently Dr. Coomer’s way of voicing agreement.

***

Counter to how it had felt every time Benrey had made it to Tuefort before, it wasn’t particularly big or grand place. He’d already seen much of it on his solo walks and then his walks with Bubby had taken them out even further. So several of the areas they visited to look at he’d already seen. Stepping out of the car to look around with the idea of maybe living in the area gave it a different vibe but… what made an area a good place to live?

He’d have just stood by and listened to the others discuss it but like when just looking at pictures online yesterday, Gordon asked him his opinion. Where before he’d been passively excluded from conversations if he didn’t insert himself, he was now being dragged in. It wasn’t a bad thing but what was he supposed to say when he didn’t have much of an opinion on any of it?

They were here to look around through so he defaulted to observations. “There’s a crack in the sidewalk.” “That tree’s got a bird’s nest in it.” And other such notable things, some of which he pulled out his camera to take a picture of.

“Is that… a good thing or a bad thing?” Gordon started asking after the second such response. The answer to which was always the same: “I don’t know,” because Benrey truthfully didn’t know. He’d only ever lived in Black Mesa and now the hotel so living anywhere else would be new and thus exciting for a time at least.

Following the third time Gordon asked that, Bubby cut in before Benrey could reply. “Why do you keep asking for his opinion? I don’t think he cares.”

“Well… he’s gonna be living with me so I think he should have at least somewhat of a say on where we live. I mean, ideally we’re both happy with the house we chose and everyone as a group, are happy with the neighborhood too. So I gotta like ask his opinion… or try to anyway because he’s not helping much.”

“I really don’t care, man.” Everywhere seemed pretty much the same to Benrey. “‘Long as it’s got a place I can make my gamer pad, I’ll be happy.”

Gordon let out a heavy sigh. “I guess I’m not surprised. Give me points for trying though, huh?”

“You get five points for trying Gordon,” Coomer said patting him on the shoulder. “If you keep this pace up you’ll unlock his next heart event in no time.”

“What’s a heart event?”

Coomer didn’t answer as he started fast-walking back towards the car. “Come along now, Gordon. We have th- Come along now, Gordon. Daylight’s-” He was apparently too far away to finish that line.

Gordon fell in step with Benrey as they started following at a more sedate pace. “You know what a ‘heart event’ is?”

“An event with hearts, duh.” What else would it be? Though what it had to do with Benrey was a mystery.

Gordon chuckled. “Well, yeah, of course. But what are we supposed to do with the hearts?”

“Uh… eat them, maybe? I don’t know. Coomer’s kinda weird sometimes.”

“Well knowing even you think he’s kinda weird makes me feel a bit better, I guess.”

“’Heart event’ sounds like something from an um, uh… dating game,” Tommy supplied from behind them. “So maybe he thinks you guys are uh… dating or going to date.”

Gordon scoffed. “Nah, not fucking happening.”

“They make dating games?” From what Benrey understood about the concept of dating, it didn’t sound like something possible to make a game about.

“You wouldn’t like them. They’re visual novels, basically,” Tommy replied. “Some of them are uh… interesting in a very specific way with very specific kinds of art so maybe you might like those, assuming you’re into um… that kinda stuff. Which I don’t know if you are. I could give recommendations for some good ones if you want.”

“Nah, no thanks.” Benrey had tried visual novels before, they were only slightly more interesting than actual novels. But regardless, Coomer thought he and Gordon were dating? Why? … Well, to be fair, Benrey wasn’t sure what all dating entailed for the people doing it, maybe him and Gordon were doing dating like things. Gordon said they weren’t though so probably it was just Coomer being weird.

~

After that they only visited a couple more spots. There weren’t exactly many available neighborhoods to move into. Despite having established that Benrey didn’t care about the area they lived, Gordon still asked him to provide his opinion on both locations, though he didn’t press when given a noncommittal answer. Which did earn him some points as it was neat that he cared about what Benrey thought.

Once done it was time for dinner. Despite still having groceries, they went out for pizza again. Over it the four to them discussed what all they’d apparently learned during their outing. Benrey only half paid attention to most of it. The housing situation was mostly up to Gordon to figure out. … Unless he decided to get a job and his own place.

He liked having easy access to someone to play games with though. And he’d already promised to help Gordon sleep at night. So he was kind of stuck, right? … Both could be fixed by living near him though. Benrey could hang out at his place in the evenings and during the night and go home in the morning when Gordon went to work or something.

Regardless before deciding on that, he needed to figure out the whole making money thing first. He’d never got paid for his old job as security guard and all the money he had made to buy games when escaping to Tuefort’s Gamestop had come from playing poker with the paid guards. Could he do that and earn enough to pay rent or… what had Gordon called it? A mortgage? What even was that and what did it have to do with housing?

So much had changed that’d he never thought would and it had happened so quickly. Much faster than he was ready to jump right into dealing with. So… for now he was just going to keep following Gordon. He was due a PS3 from him eventually anyway.

***

Even in a small town and trying to find a place quickly because living out of a hotel sucked, it took much longer than Gordon would’ve liked before they settled on something and then a bit longer before they could finally move in. In addition to wanting space for a ‘gamer pad’ Benrey’s only other actionable point of preference was that he liked carpeted floors over tiled ones. Which, with Gordon not have much of a preference either way, did narrow down their options a little, making it a bit easier even if it wasn’t by much.

The place was small, only one story and a small basement, and a bit rundown but it was a proper house. With the bonus and raise from Black Mesa, Gordon could afford that now. Heck, he could afford to buy a house instead of rent if he wanted to but when that happened, he wanted to not feel like he was in a rush to move out, so he could have more time to look. Technically he’d been able to afford such before, though not nearly as comfortably and living at the facility had meant he hadn’t needed to.

Being bigger than his old living space made it better by default. The rest of the Science Team had all found places they were happy with that were all within comfortable walking distance too, fortune had favored them on that. Making moving in another big step towards everything being okay again.

With Benrey having nothing except for the clothes and Game Boy Gordon had given him and Gordon having not much more in the way of possessions, it didn’t take them long to finish moving in. The Game Cube and Xbox they put in the living room even though currently there was no TV present; that was the main thing missing.

“How often do you eat?” Gordon asked as he opened the ancient looking fridge in the kitchen, making sure he’d turned it on right. Seemingly he had.

“Whenever I’m hungry,” Benrey replied as he wandered into the kitchen behind Gordon. “Why? And when we gonna get a TV?” Of course that was the main thing he was thinking about.

“Soon. And I need to know how often you need to eat ‘cause we gotta go grocery shopping and I need to know how much to get. So… about how often do you get hungry?”

“Uh… don’t know, never paid attention to that kinda stuff. We gonna get a computer too?”

“I’m gonna get one for basic internet stuff first and then later we can take the time to buy the parts to build a proper one for gaming. We also still gotta get internet set up too.” There were just so many little things that needed attending to when moving into a new place. Not having to deal with all that had been a benefit to the living arrangements of Black Mesa. He had the essentials taken care of though so he could worry about internet and possibly cable later. “But uh… for now I guess I’ll just get a little more food than I normally would. Wanna go shopping with me so you can tell me what you like?”

Benrey opened his mouth to respond but Gordon interrupted, “We’ll get a TV while we’re out too,” because there was no way Benrey hadn’t been about to bring that up again; couldn’t play games without one.

“Let me guess, a cheap, used one?”

“Uh… actually no, we’ll get a new one. Not a super fancy one but a new one.” He had to follow through on that promise to get a PS3 sometime soon, an up to date TV would probably work best with it.

“Sweet, let’s go.”

~

They’d gone grocery shopping once more since their first trip. Benrey had gone with again that time but so had the rest of the Science Team. Now it was just the two of them. Gordon expected Benrey to wander off anyway like he had the first two times – not returning at all until the rest of them were on their way out during that second trip – but by some miracle he actually listened when told him to stay near. Which didn’t mean he stayed next to Gordon and the cart, just that he hovered nearby, only wandering slightly ahead or behind.

It made asking his opinions on what food Gordon should get for him a bit inconvenient but actually possible. Not that he had many opinions on food. Like where they lived, he didn’t seem to care. It was annoying and frustrating because Gordon was trying to accommodate him as was the polite thing to do for one’s roommate who had apparently lived their whole life locked in up a lab and was finally free but Benrey was making it really damn hard. But well… “What kind of stuff did you eat at Black Mesa?”

Benrey paused from his perusal of the various available cheeses, turning to look at him. “Stuff from the vending machines mostly or uh… they gave me things to eat sometimes to see if it’d do something to me. Sometimes I stole stuff from the break room fridges.”

As expected he’d likely never had access to much good food – and who knows what kind of non-food things they’d made him eat? – thus when asked stuff like if he had a preference for regular milk or oat milk because Gordon liked both, he responded with, “You can milk oats?” as a serious question. Given that, Gordon should pick out a handful of things for him to try to broaden his experience and maybe find something that he would like. And so…

“Just tell me one thing you like to eat and I’ll pick out a variety of stuff for the rest.” Even if it would likely be junk, that way if he proved to be picky, there’d still be something for him when he got hungry.

“Ivory soap.”

“Ivory soap as in like… the bars of soap under the brand Ivory?”

“Yep. You can uh… put it in the microwave and it puffs up so it’s like eating a cloud. They stopped buying it at Black Mesa a while ago ‘cause I kept eating it, started getting the dumb liquid soap for everything instead which doesn’t taste as good.”

Gordon took a breath, intending to ask if he really, truly, actually ate bar soap and liked it, but let it out in a sigh instead. Of course Benrey ate soap. He wasn’t human so why should he only eat human food? Honestly there were worse things he could’ve said, at least soap would make his breath smell nice. Not that him smelling bad was a problem, he didn’t seem to smell like much of anything other than at most the hotel soap and shampoo after a shower. So… “All right, I’ll get you a box of Ivory soap then.”

“Sweet.”

***

Upon returning from their shopping trip, it took longer to put everything away and set up their new TV than moving in had. But finally upon finishing they were set to go. Mostly anyway, there was still the computer and internet to deal with. But at last they could relax on their couch that had come with their new house and play video games again on their new TV. … Or well, all of it was all really Gordon’s and Benrey was just mooching off him. But going out and getting his own stuff was still just a thought he was toying with. And he wasn’t in the mood to dwell on it right now.

Instead he focused on the game. Both he and Gordon were getting pretty adept at playing with only one hand. Benrey could use either hand equally well which Gordon seemed to think was impressive for some reason so he always switched between rounds or sometimes mid-round just for fun.

They played late into the evening until it was time for dinner. Benrey wasn’t really hungry but it had been so long since he’d last had an Ivory soap, he popped one in the microwave and ate it anyway. The look Gordon gave him as he did so was funny but he didn’t say anything. Seems he was getting used to Benrey’s oddities and thus perhaps it was time for Benrey to step up his game a bit. Afterwards, they returned to gaming and played until bedtime.

As had become habit, despite not being the one that would die if he didn’t sleep enough, it was Benrey who had to call it once it was obvious that Gordon was starting to get tired. He was a good pet owner like that, took real good care of his fragile human. Gordon wasn’t going to be dying of sleep deprivation – the thing itself or any accidents that resulted from it – or anything else while on his watch. There wasn’t even much of an argument this time, Gordon merely sighed and stood as Benrey turned the console and TV off.

“So, uh, how do you like the house so far?” He asked as as they started down the hall together. “It nice to have a real place to live?”

“Hmm… yeah.” It was bigger than their hotel room and was a building for just the two of them. And one of the two bedrooms had been promised to converted into a gamer pad. For his old gamer pad, Benrey had had to hunt and search basically the whole facility before he’d found a room that was not only out of the way enough that no one would try too hard to get in once finding it locked and barricaded, but was also still a decent size and had working outlets to plug things into. And now he was just being given a room to rebuild in, no effort required on his part whatsoever. It was the bigger of the two rooms too since more stuff than just a bed would end up going into it. Once they got the bed frame out, it’d be even spacier.

“Good. Of course if you still want your own place, you’re free to get a job and move out once you can afford it. In between finishing setting up the lab, I could help you do that. I have no idea what kind of job you’d be good at but I’m sure we could figure something out. … Don’t say you were good at being security guard, you sucked at that.”

“Nah, I think I did pretty good. Stopped you from stealing stuff, didn’t I? We’ve uh… established you’re a life-long thief, you admitted to it and everything.”

Gordon sighed and rolled his eyes as he collected his pajamas from his closest before heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed. While waiting for him in the room, Benrey changed into pajamas too because they were comfy, especially when cuddling.

“Bubby says he’s thinking ‘bout getting a job at Aperture,” he said when Gordon finally stepped back in. “I could join him, maybe.”

“That’s probably not a good idea. I don’t know how many, if any, of the rumors about them are true but uh, they for sure take part in the whole experimenting to see how far they can push science stuff at least as much as Black Mesa does, if not more. It’s why they’re our rival. If you went to them and they found our you’re whatever the fuck you are, they’d want to study and experiment on you for sure. They’d want to even more if they knew you came from Black Mesa.”

“Oh, lame.” Benrey had liked Bubby’s point about switching sides to work for Aperture being like a middle finger to Black Mesa. Figures they’d be just as bad though, huh? “Science sucks.”

“I can’t blame you for feeling that way. Don’t worry though, you got plenty of time to figure stuff out. I ain’t planning on kicking you out any time soon. So come on, let’s uh… yeah.”

Benrey followed him to the bed and after turning off the lights, joined him on it. It was softer than the hotel bed but smaller. Not that that was an issue considering how closely they liked to press into each other.

After that first night and the agreement to do it more the next morning, they’d stopped talking about it. Talking about it made it weird apparently which they’d both said to not do. It was nice though because Gordon was warm, soft, and touching him so much continued to be a lot but a decidedly pleasant ‘a lot’. Fighting the instinct to not purr seemed almost easy now as Benrey snuggled into him.

Not needing sleep himself, Benrey often extracted himself after a while once he was sure Gordon was deep asleep – though he always stayed close so if Gordon tensed up with a bad dream, he could return and soothe him back to peace, sometimes without having to wake him. Occasionally he only extracted himself just enough to allow him reach for and hold the Game Boy up – its volume way down. He’d planned to do the latter tonight but it had been a while since he’d slept and now that he was here, it seemed rather appealing.

~

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Harrison Gray Main Story: Chapter 5

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

The sky was clear the day after I walked along the river Thames with Harrison.

Victor: Let me lay out the blanket… there. Come on, sit here, Kate.

Victor: Ellis over there. Elbert next to Kate. Mm-hmm, good.

Victor: Alrighty. Allow me to show you my specially prepared picnic lunch right away. Taa-daa!

Kate: Wow!

(Amazing. There's roasted lamb, spinach quiche, and… too many dishes to count.)

Victor had the sudden idea to have a picnic in the garden, so there we were.

The picnic was hosted by Victor himself, and the attendees were Ellis, Elbert, and me.

Although Ellis and Elbert were practically kidnapped by Victor to attend…

They allowed themselves to be easily swept along without resisting, making them easy targets for the pushy Queen’s Aide.

Ellis: So this is why I saw you walking around with large bags last night. I thought you had humans stuffed inside them.

Victor: Haha, no way! My motto is to not ask the servants for help with things I can do by myself.

(Hm… the conversation is getting rather ominous, but let’s not pay attention to that.)

Victor: Well then, let us all put out hands together. Hey, Ellis. You haven't said “thank you for the meal” yet.

Ellis: Thank you for the meal. … Nom, nom.

Victor: Mmm, my youngest is so adorable. That's enough, Elbert. You can admire the butterflies later.

Elbert: … Okay.

The sunlight shining gently on the three beautiful faces made the scene before me look like a painting.

Victor: Sorry, Kate. Come, you should eat up too. There's plenty of food to go around.

Kate: Thank you, Victor. I shall take up your offer.

(Wow… this is delicious.)

Meals were usually prepared by the castle’s servants and they were always delicious, but I’ve never had anything that tasted as exquisite as Victor’s packed lunch.

(As expected of the Queen’s Aide. He can do anything better than anyone else.)

While I was admiring him, I felt a light tap on my right shoulder.

(...?)

Elbert: … Is this rock beautiful?

Elbert picked up an ordinary looking pebble with his beautiful fingers.

(Um…)

Kate: Right… it looks like an ordinary pebble to me.

Kate: But if you think it’s beautiful, then perhaps it is?

Elbert: … I’m not reliable when it comes to determining something’s beauty.

(Did I make him feel dejected?)

I started to panic, and this time I felt a tap on my left shoulder.

(...?)

Ellis: Here, biscuit with blueberry jam. It’s my favourite food, so I thought you might like it too.

Kate: …? Thanks?

Ellis: … Mm, you’re welcome.

Victor: Come on now, let’s not bother Kate too much. Today’s picnic is a celebration for her, you know.

Kate: A celebration? My birthday is still quite far away, though…

Victor: It’s to celebrate you beating Harrison in his own game. You were given the ‘OK’ to stay by his side, no?

I realised that he planned this gathering after knowing the results of my game with Harrison.

Kate: Yes, that’s right. Although, I think that Harrison was reluctant to agree to it.

Victor: Reluctantly agreeing is alright too. I believe this is still much better than completely not having any type of relationship with him.

Victor: As long as you’re not at 0, it can turn into a 1 or even a 100.

(1 or 100, huh. Yeah, that's right.)

In my fairytale report, I wrote that Harrison “never leaves people in the lurch” and that his fox curse caused him to get distracted whenever there's someone next to him.

(I still don’t know much. I want to know more about Harrison.)

Kate: It’d be nice if Harrison were here…

Harrison: What, did you call for me?

Kate: AHH!

I turned to look in the direction of that voice, and saw Harrison standing there languidly with an aloof smile.

Victor: Wow! This is the first time you’ve ever shown up at a picnic. What on earth is going on?

Ellis: I invited him.

Victor: You?

Ellis: … Yeah. Kate, you talk to Harrison often, don’t you?

Ellis: I thought it’d make you happy if Harrison’s here.

Ellis’ eyes contained a deep and dark glint.

Ellis: Hey. How happy are you right now…?

Kate: Happy? Uh…

Harrison: Yeah, yeah. No need to take this guy’s questions seriously.

Harrison: Scoot over, Ellis. I want to sit here.

Harrison sat next to me, our shoulders touching.

Ignoring the main dishes, Harrison went straight for the dessert and started stuffing himself.

Victor: Harrison, these are my specially made muffins. I used plenty of butter and whipped cream—

Harrison: The person who made them doesn't matter. What’s important is whether they taste good.

Victor: You are so cold! But I love that about you too.

(... I see. Harrison’s only here for the sweets.)

(But why am I feeling disappointed?)

Harrison: Hey.

Harrison stopped eating and peered into my face while sitting next to me.

Harrison: Are you disappointed that I’m not here for you?

I was startled by his words that sounded like he read my mind.

(He’s probably popular because of how casually he just says such things, but I’m not falling for any of his tricks.)

I believed that I had learned my lesson very well, after being lied to and teased on multiple occasions.

Kate: I’d never feel disappointed over such a thing.

Harrison: Hmm.

Harrison: … Seriously, you’re terrible at lying.

Harrison chuckled and said “thank you for the meal” before standing up.

Ellis: Where are you going?

Harrison: Work.

(Is he going for a mission? But why during daytime?)

As I wondered about it, Victor’s beautiful lips lifted into a gentle smile.

Victor: Outside of carrying out Her Majesty’s orders, the members of Crown are allowed to have their own occupations as well.

Victor: For example, William and Elbert are nobles, so they govern their territories and manage their assets. Ah, if I’m not mistaken, Ellis is…

Ellis: I’m an assistant in Jude’s trading company. Basically, I’m like an errand runner.

Victor: And Harrison works as a proofreader for a publishing company.

Kate: What does he do as a proofreader?

Harrison: I help writers during the process before their work is published, doing things such as checking for typing errors and plot holes.

Harrison: Recently I’ve been working together with writers to brainstorm for tricks to be used in their mystery novels.

Kate: Wow… your existence must be very reassuring to writers.

Harrison: That’s outside of my job scope as a proofreader. Anyway, I’m going out to gather reference materials today.

If I learnt more about what Harrison did outside the castle, I might discover new things about him.

Kate: Um, Harrison. If you’re alright with it, can I accompany you to work?

Harrison: As long as you don’t bother me. Do as you please.

Kate: Thank you so much!

…

To look for the reference materials Harrison wanted, we visited a bookstore in Leadenhall Market.

Harrison: … Yeah, this one’s good. Hm? This too.

Harrison's mint coloured eyes sparkled with joy as he picked up a few books one after another.

Then, he turned his eyes to me…

Harrison: Hey, do you read books?

Kate: I think I kind of enjoy reading. Being in a bookstore is making me excited.

Harrison: Yeah. I get that feeling.

Kate: You must really love books to even have a job related to them.

Harrison: I wouldn't say that I love them, but they've always been a presence in my life.

Harrison: My father was a police officer, and my mother was a teacher. They were always at work, so I spent my childhood reading books on my own.

Harrison: Ah.

(...?)

Harrison: A new book by Arthur Conan Doyle. Wow, he released a new book again.

Harrison picked up a book and looked at it with interest.

Kate: Are you a fan of this author’s works?

Harrison: Yeah. I’m a fan of mystery novels in general, but I didn't like this author right from the start.

Harrison: There was this one line that made him my favourite author.

Kate: What is it…?

Harrison: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth”.

Harrison: I can’t really explain it very well… I just think it’s a good line.

Harrison looked brilliant while talking to me about the things he likes.

The darkness that once reflected in Harrison’s eyes seemed to have vanished, and they were now shining brightly like sunlight.

(... Harrison is definitely not lying this time.)

As he spoke, it felt like I was seeing his true feelings. My lips naturally relaxed, but I tried to hide my smile.

I didn't want to spoil the moment, I wanted to listen to him voice his true feelings for as long as possible…

I desperately tried to act calm while sitting next to Harrison.

…

After visiting a few bookstores, the sun was already setting.

(He went to so many bookstores to look for reference material for writing…)

The shadows of Harrison and I carrying bags filled with books, stretched out on the ground.

Walking slightly behind me again today, Harrison’s muttering melted away into the sunset.

Harrison: … I’m glad you came with me today, you know.

I turned and looked back at him, feeling surprised by the unexpected words.

Under the crimson sky, Harrison gazed at me and his lips lifted into a smile.

Harrison: Because I have an extra pair of hands to help me carry bags.

Kate: … I figured. It is my honour to be of service.

Harrison: Don’t sulk. I told you that your smile is not bad, didn't I?

Despite our bickering, I knew deep down that he didn't mean it.

The books in the bag Harrison was carrying were much heavier than mine.

(He can be mean sometimes, not all the time. As usual, I can’t read him at all.)

It felt like I was solving a mystery.

As a fairytale writer, I started desperately trying to solve a mystery called “Harrison”.

…

Harrison: Liam. Are you not going to drink that strawberry milk? Give it to me, then.

Liam: Sure. Woah, you’re adding way too much sugar, Harry. Ugh, Just looking at it is enough to give me heartburn.

Harrison: Mm, delicious.

He was a huge fan of sweet food, and especially strawberry milk.

…

Jude: You’re reading a mystery novel again. Do you never get tired of them?

Harrison: I always end up reading what I like. Next time, lend me the book you’re reading.

Jude: If you pay for it.

Reading was his hobby, he especially enjoyed mystery novels.

…

Victor: And now, I shall show you a magic trick that will shock the entire world.

Liam: Wow— *clapping* Good luck, Victor.

Victor: Believe it or not, from this empty bag, I—

Harrison: You’re going to make it look like a dove, but pull out a piglet instead.

Victor: What was that for!?

Harrison: Who knows?

He was especially great at seeing through the tricks in Victor’s magic tricks.

And then…

…

(William told me to wake Harrison up…)

I knocked repeatedly on his room door, but there was no response.

(Oh, the door is slightly open. … It should fine for me to go inside, I guess.)

I went into his room.

≪ Setting: Harrison’s bedroom ≫

In the clean room, Harrison lay asleep on the pure white sheets on his bed.

(... This is the first time I’m seeing him look so defenceless. He looks much more youthful with his eyes closed.)

(W-What am I staring for? I have to hurry and wake him up—)

Harrison: You’re going to stare a hole into me if you keep that up.

Kate: Were you awake the entire time!?

Harrison: You thought I was asleep, so you stood there staring at me?

Harrison: … “What” were you trying to do by staring so hard at me?

Kate: Nothing in particular!

Harrison: Hmm?

He was also good at making my heart go crazy.

[cyten0]

A Symphony in Crimson

Act 1: A Movement in Black

Chapter 13

✦ “A theory?”

✸ “Yes! As mentioned, I decided to keep an eye out as to what causes you to loop. Specifically the actual triggers other then death. And I have an idea to test! It might take some time to try out however, so if you're in a rush for some reading-”

✦ “I’m willing to hold that. What do you need?”

You wonder what’s up, but you know they know you well. Have some theories about that honestly, but you know better then to press people on their past. Still, you doubt they’d put you through anything too troublesome, and you could stand a change of pace.

✸ “Good! As it happens, it doubles as a bit of a break, as I mostly just need you to hang out with me for a loop!”

✦ “Huh? Like, just stay here?”

But that means not going to the house, and you can’t control the house from here, and that means it’s dangerous, and you can’t let them get hurt, they're your family, it’s the ONE thing you need to make sure of, is that they're safe and unharmed!

✸ “Yep! Well, maybe have dinner at the clocktower, and pretend to sleep, but instead of hiding out near the top like you’ve been doing, you just head here! Just so the others don’t interrupt.”

Breathe, breathe, it’s fine.

✦ “O-Oh. Are you sure that’s okay?”

✸ “If you're worried about your family, Don’t! We both know they can manage at least one loop. They're all very capable fighters, and if I remove the troublesome bits, they should have no issues!”

...Alright. If Loop gets rid of the worst of it, it should be fine. Loop thinks they will manage, and you trust them. It’ll be fine, right?

✦ “I guess. And… It would be nice to hang out with you a little.”

✸ “Aw, you flatterer! Very well, hang out with your party a little, and come back later. I’ll give you food now, and more while we’re hanging out. Might as well make use of the opportunity to catch up on some meals!”

✦ “Wow, Bribery? I already agreed to hang out.”

✸ “Oh please, as if I’d do any less! Dinner’s on me stardust! Might as well get old reliable out of the way though.”

Loop snaps their fingers. And that blinding corpse drops in front of you. Stars, you feel uncomfortable each time. How much you want it, how much you want to fight it. But you devour them all the same.

A few seconds later, and you’re finished. You hope you eat enough during this hangout to not need to do this again.

You wave Loop goodbye, and head back to town.

✸ “See you soon, stardust!”

>>>

You snuck out of the clocktower, after doing things mostly normal, and now are at the favor tree.

You don’t see Loop anywhere?

✦ “Loop?”

✸ “Up here Stardust!”

You look up, and see their glowing hair and star chest looking down at you. That mask still firmly planted on their face. Their suit looks awfully out of place for tree climbing.

✸ “Come on, I know you haven't slept yet, Climb up here, and you can take a nap! We can sleep under the stars a little, and do a proper hangout come morning.”

Oh, right! That’s a good idea. You start to climb up, finding footholds and-

✸ “You don’t have to stay human for this, you know? Just me here~”

...Oh right yeah. You use your tendrils to climb up properly, and are up within seconds. You both look out at the stars.

✸ “You still know how to mimic spider webbing? We could sleep in a sort of hammock!”

✦ “It’s been a bit. Hm…”

You see a spider just a little down. You climb down, and quickly chomp it. Then take a little bit to study it. Feel how it’s body works. Understand it’s mind, so you know how to do it right... There!

You morph a tendril into a websack. And after checking it works, you make a few spider-like legs, to weave the spider-silk into proper shape. You aren’t a proper weaver, but the spider is, so you're able to put together a very nice web, making it thick enough to hold you both. You’re extra tired after that, making web takes energy!

✦ “That… took a bit out of me. Not a lot to make that from….”

✸ “I’ll have to get extra food to make up for it! Here, let me get some pillows! I’ll just nab them from a random inn!”

They snap their fingers, and some pillows appear on the web you wove. That really does look comfy! You take a lie down. They lay down beside you.

✸ “Night stardust!”

✦ “Night Loop.”

You sing a little lullaby. They hum along, in perfect synch. And you both. Drift off…

>>>>>

You wake up. Take a bit to stretch. It might look like it’s still night thanks to the curse, but you can tell by the clock-towers chime. Loop seems to have woken up a touch early. They seem to be thinking.

✸ “Ah, stardust! Good morning! Just looking for breakfast~ Ah, there we go! You might want to move, hammock doubles as a nice spot to serve food, without the meal crashing down the tree. Don’t want to give up the view!”

✦ “Oh yeah, good idea!”

You move aside, and grab the pillows too. Don’t want to get them bloody!

As you do, an entire cow drops into the web! Oh stars, this is SUCH a good breakfast!

✸ “Would have been frozen any later, glad I noticed when I did! Eat up, should make up for the web!”

You infect the scared creature first, keep it from thrashing, and then you dig in! Chowing down, You rip it apart in seconds. Yep, That was VERY much worth the webbing! You finish your meal and then relax.

✦ “Thank you for that Loop. For all of this, really…”

✸ “It’s my pleasure stardust. Now, we have quite a few hours before we get to the test part of this whole thing, so! Let’s just chat a little~ I suppose you must have some burning questions about yours truly that you’ve kept packed up because you didn’t want to pry! I’m curious as to your theories!”

Well… You imagine it’s an awkward topic, but they did bring it up so…

✦ “Well, it’s kind of obvious you have some connection to me, right? Matching star heart, Siffrin’s hair, oddly prevalent knowledge about me, including things I’ve never told anyone. I guess I’m curious how far it goes.”

They hum to themselves, apparently not upset about you asking this. That’s good!

✸ “Fair enough. Yes, I was created with you as a template of sorts. My patron saw that you would do best with a guide who you would get along with. So, yes, I have your memories, and similar features. Some personality as well!”

Huh. You’d known they had a link to you, but it’s kinda weird to have that confirmed! And so much of one too... Still, you can tell they're very different as well. You certainty wouldn’t act like they do in their position.

✦ “True. But I can tell your different too. Wouldn’t be fair to call you Siffrin.”

✸ “Stars no! It’s barely alright to call YOU Siffrin! I’m way too many degrees off~ Shame there wasn’t a better face to wear, but that’s what the mask is for!”

✦ “Wait, so under that mask, You’re basically just Siffrin?”

✸ “Correct! Imagine if you walked up to the tree seeing that! Would have been a mess and a half!”

✦ “STARS, yes, thank you for that then. I would have thought you were a ghost out to get me. Though, I guess that leaves the question, who are you really? Where did you come from?”

Loop takes a moment to sit back, and look at the house…

✸ “… It’s hard to remember the specifics, but... do you know what an Arcana is?”

Hm… You try and scratch your brain…. Some sort of forbidden craft?….

✸ “It’s hard for me to remember too, but... they were essentially a form of wishcraft made manifest as living beings. Sort of? Parts of something bigger, I think. Much stronger then what a normal wish could grant, even comparable to the most extreme forms. Only used by the most powerful. And... paid for in lives.”

Wait…. If they're telling you this now, you assume they must be one. That kind of power does sound in line with being able to bend reality itself like they have. Easily teleporting creatures over from all the way outside of Vaugarde within a single day is really impressive! Even the king’s curse can only do the country, and it took him a whole year.

But that means…. Paid with lives?

✦ “Wait, are you implying-?”

✸ “That people died for me to be here? Yes. I can’t elaborate further. Not on who died, not on who summoned me….”

You look at Loop, concerned. People died for your sake? Who would do that? And summoned? Are they even here by choice?… They look at you, your concern clearly visible.

✸ “But I will tell you. I am here willingly. I CHOSE to be here. I want to see you victorious. And I’ll be here until then. The Arcana I embody is The Fool. I am the beginning of the journey. And I’m the end of it. And I have been gifted the chance to watch and help the in-between. And I’m very, very glad for that.”

You… You don’t know who would be desperate enough to bring them here like that…. But you guess it’s done, isn’t it? At least they're here. You wouldn’t have managed this far without them, even if you were fed. They’ve held you steady at your worst.

Wait...Until then? Until you're out? Then...

✦ “I… I won’t pry then. About the summoning. But. I guess. I want to know. What happens to you after this?”

✸ “...I’ll be the ending, and fade away. Depending on circumstances, my memories will return to you, or fade away back to The Fool, only to return if summoned again.”

✦ “I’d like to keep you around in some form.”

✸ “Don’t. There is no way that turns out well..."

You are taken aback a bit by their intensity there.

✸ “...I’m not you stardust. I’ve seen things that would ruin you... If my memories were to return to you, it would not be good for either of us. And re-summoning me is out of the question, obviously…”

They look solemnly at the house.

✸ “When that time comes, I hope you’ll let me go. I’ve enjoyed this time, I don’t mind it ending there... I’d rather you get to continue on as yourself.”

✦ “I- Are you sure?”

✸ “Yes... Promise me you’ll let me?”

...You hate making promises like that. You’ve lost enough people. You don’t want to lose them too. But… They are asking you to…. And…..

The thought of them having to go back to being you…Dealing with the hunger, the isolation, the struggle to just be a person… You wouldn’t want to do that to them. To anyone.

Not to mention. You still don't think that, after this, you'll even be...

✦ “...okay.”

They look at you. And sigh.

✸ “Thank you… Now, with that absolutely draining talk out of the way, we REALLY need to talk about something nicer~”

✦ “Well, if you have my memories, then we can literally talk about anything. So…”

Hm. Time to torment them a little.

✦ “In that case, I inflict ‘first meeting with family’!”

You watch as they scrunch up the second you say those words, clearly cringing at the memory. Success!

✸ “Oh STARS did you HAVE to remind us both of that? Ugh. WEEKS of preparing to introduce yourself, BEAUTIFUL rescue of the fighter, and only for you to get so flustered at the first talk you barely manage five words before you scampered off for half a week! STARS I can’t believe they let you into the group after that!”

✦ “To be fair, they had a campfire up and I was still working that fear off.”

✸ “Oh please, it was barely lit, don’t lie to me! And even if it had, the Chicken Incident proves that wouldn’t have been a real deterrent.”

✦ “We are not talking about the chicken incident. The entire family swore an oath of silence that day.”

That day was horrible. Never again.

✸ “Technically I’m exempt, but very well! Still, good thing you got over that fear of fire. How did that go again?”

You both continue to chat about various things for a while. About your life, about the loops, about your family.

You even check that device to see if there’s more things about your past to see, but find it’s too hard to look at. Too many pictures of scenery from the island, hurts your head trying to browse. But it’s nice to know it’s there. A little record it exists. After that dead end, you both talk some more, about whatever comes to mind.

Meanwhile, you’re grabbing meals whenever Loop can get them, and you’re more well fed then you have been in a while. Deer, rabbit, a shark, and a bunch more. It’s good, let you clear your head of fog just a tiny bit. It’s still not enough. But it makes things just a bit better. It means those terrible thoughts about your family don’t enter your mind for a bit. It lets you enjoy yourself, even if just for a moment.

✸ “Ah, it’s time.”

✦ “Hm?”

✸ “For that test!... Sorry in advance. You’re not going to enjoy this.”

You’re about to ask more, when suddenly a bright light flashes from the house, shining like a star.

✸ “There it is. The kings first attack. Poor Mirabelle didn’t know it was coming.”

W-what?

✸ “Shame. All the others had already fallen on the way there. She persevered anyways, unstoppable as always. She was the only one left, and now she’s gone.”

✦ “W-What do you mean!?!?”

Loop turns to you.

Their eyes look. Cold. Uncaring. Waiting.

✸ “...They're dead, stardust.”

✸ “...They're all dead.”

You-! You-!!!

《《

You’re… Back at the tree. The day before...

Why. WHY!!! You shouldn’t have left them alone! The house is only safe when YOU are there! When YOU are the monster in charge! You knew they wouldn’t be safe alone, why did!!! WHY DID YOU LISTEN TO THEM?!?!? AND-

✦ “WḦ̷̳̚͜Y DID̷͇̝͓͂̆͒N̸̞̭͓̎͑’T YOU̷̫̽ ̵͇̻̉S̷̞̬͌AY ANY̶̯̚Ṭ̵̰͎͆HING?̷͓͎̠̄͒͂?̵̩̠͎̓̓̓?”

They look at you calmly. Unfazed.

✸ “…. Because I knew you’d loop back the second I did.”

H-huh?

✸ “Since you just proved my theory right, I’ll explain. Take some breaths. And sit down.”

You… breathe. In. and out. They're fine now. You looped back. In. and out.

...You sit down.

✦ “… Alright. Explain.”

Loop nods.

✸ “Alright. To recap quickly, you're traveling back in time due to Wishcraft, yes? Well, wishes are made with a goal in mind, and the effects serve that goal. So, It’s logical to assume you loop back when that goal can’t be fulfilled, as that seems like the best use for such a power."

Right, that makes sense.

✸ "Death is a typical option, as is freezing by a tear. You can’t do anything when those occur, which isn’t really informative as to what the goal is. However, there are times you loop back when that doesn’t occur, and those are the key. And one of those just happened.”

✦ “But they died, doesn’t that count?”

✸ “That’s why I kept quiet. Because some had been gone for hours by that point, yet nothing happened. In fact, even when Mira died, nothing happened.”

Loops expression turns serious as death.

✸ “At least. Until I told YOU.”

✦ “W-What?”

✸ “It’s a thing I noticed with all these odd loops. Anytime something happens, it’s only once YOU recognize it that something happens. The party finding you out, killing that first sadness, kissing the fighter. Stars even during that one snack break you cut Bonnie, they didn’t even notice! But when you realized something was wrong, THAT is when it would trigger.”

That…. Hm.

✦ “I guess that makes enough sense. I’m the one who can remember.”

✸ “Maybe, but what does that have to do with the wish? Why is the wish dependent on what YOU think? And with that in mind… What goal does them finding out about you prevent? What goal does scaring them prevent? Stars, kissing the fighter? THINKING too hard about hurting them? And most of all…. What goal does talking to the Head Housemaiden prevent?”

...Loop's right, something is off. But….

✦ “Well, I doubt it's my wish. For starters, I don’t think a simple favor tree wish could turn back time. Also it's kind of. Actively prevented it?”

✸ “Hm. Maybe. Still, something to keep in mind as you're doing your research!~”

✦ “I guess that just leaves one question.”

You stare angrily at Loop. You’re not okay with what they did for this.

✦ “Why were you willing to watch them die to prove that?”

Loop stares back with that cold, heartless expression.

✸ “...I told you stardust. I’ve seen things that would break you. I may be on your side. But I’m not a good person. Remember that.”

His coldness drops. And then he seems ashamed.

✸ “Still… I’m glad you got to have that break. Even if it didn’t end well. It was nice while it lasted.”

You… Can’t deny that.

✦ “Yeah… It was.”

You… You don’t know what to think of them. You ate plenty, so you don’t need to stay here. So you just. Wave them goodbye, and go.

✸ “...See you later stardust. Good luck.”

You’re still hungry. But it’s fine. You can at least afford to think. And you can find the rest out yourself. You try not to think about the party just dying now. You need to focus.

It’s time to find out what’s happening.

[eco-lite]

My unedited thoughts on volume 2!

“The Cat’s Eye of Insight”

* I really have such little patience for the obnoxious stuck-up child trope. Even if the kid is legitimately troubled. Sorry, Hajime.

* “Whenever I was near Richard, I kept finding that all the things I’d locked away deep in my heart just started spilling out” (32). Uh huh. 🥲

* “And why is my brain so much more talented at coming up with awful scenarios than good ones?” (39). Great question, I’d love to ask my brain the same thing.

* Lots of hints that we’ll be seeing more sides of Richard in this volume!

“The Fighting Garnet”

* Why is Richard turning into Sherlock Holmes right now?

* NOT Richard implying that he and Seigi are soul mates! 😭

* Really interesting exploration of how in some peoples’ eyes, the more beauty a person has, the less human they are—the less they must be treated with respect. Similar to how people feel they have more rights to celebrities’ personal lives and bodies because they are in the public eye. It seems like Richard had experienced a lot of violation in his life. In this regard, Seigi is dehumanizing Richard all the time. But I think this story finally has him realizing why his words bother Richard so much.

* “Now, maybe this was just me making assumptions here, but I can’t imagine there were a lot of women in the world, let alone in Japan, who would particularly enjoy being called warriors. I think being called ‘lady’ or ‘princess’ would probably land with more women in general” (95). Seigi, my sweet summer child. You have no idea. What is this, Ouran Highschool Host Club? I think most women today would love to be called a warrior—women fight every fucking day to exist as we are. As Richard said, to live is to fight!

“The Dance of the Emeralds”

* Richard, you are way too lenient when it comes to sweets…

* I’m starting to think that most people aren’t actually that effected by Richard’s beauty—it’s just Seigi. He keeps mentioning how beautiful Richard is even when he’s frowning or doing mundane things. I think that’s just Seigi’s attraction to him as a person.

* “She had the vibe of someone who’d just come running from a construction site” (131). Literally what??

* I really glad that Seigi genuinely appreciates who Tanimoto is as a person, with all her nuances and cute habits.

* Crazy how Seigi says the wildest romantic shit to Richard and is like “huh, what?” But when he says the same kind of thing to Tanimoto he’s gets all flustered and nervous.

* Not Tanimoto thinking Seigi has feelings for literally everyone besides her. 😭

* This story has taken such a turn omg. We’re into drug smuggling and money laundering now?! This really is turning into Sherlock Holmes.

* I don’t even know what to say about Richard eating the caramels out of Seigi’s hand. That’s just normal fodder for them by now.

* Richard fishing for compliments now?? “‘You look perfect like you always do. The most beautiful man in the whole world is standing in front of me.’ The woman behind the counter suddenly started coughing really loud. Maybe she had a cold” (180). And then Richard hurried away into the theater. Like??? You can’t act so shameless and then get embarrassed, Richard!

* Ahh, Richard, you’re too self-sacrificing. Way to end on a sad note.

“The Opal of Reunion”

* “‘The universe has a way of bringing people together when it’s meant to be’” (196). Richard, you sentimental shit. (And NOT Seigi reusing that line on Hase omg.)

* Wow, Richard was right on to suspect Seigi had a crush on his karate classmate. I mean, we were all thinking it. But Seigi! You can actually admit to yourself that you had a crush on your male classmate?! Biggest character growth! Not that he knows how to explain it to Richard, though.

* 🥹🥹🥹 Richard waiting for Seigi because he knew Seigi would be disappointed in Hase after their confrontation. 🥹🥹🥹 Richard playing Finnish death metal so Seigi can cry in peace. 🥹🥹🥹 Richard taking Seigi out for sushi at a fancy hotel. 🥹🥹🥹 Richard telling Seigi to live in the moment instead of ruminating on depressing times in the past. 🥹🥹🥹 Richard letting them split the check so Seigi doesn’t have to be reminded of his relationship with Hase. I’m so happy that both Seigi and us readers get to see this side of Richard—“comfort mode.”

* “…in the end, the only thing I have power over is what I decide to do. Otherwise, I’m just going to cause myself a lot of unnecessary pain” (215). Yeahhh I felt this hard. I struggle with this a lot.

“The Serendipity of Euclase”

* Awww Richard, don’t be ashamed of your pudding fail. Please keep blushing though, that’s fucking adorable.

* His little swaying with joy. 🥹

* SEIGI you cannot in one moment say “we’re just boss and employee,” and in the next moment say “‘we were kinda like a cute married couple, huh?’”! Stop playing with Richard’s emotions!!

[honeyed-poet]

Musings of a Digesting Poet

or

The End of the Honey Boy

written by Honeyedpoetprey

Art credit goes to Izumy and mementomori

WARNING: Implied willing fatal Vore and lots of digestion talk ahead

Wow, there I was adventuring along as always… seemed like any other day, and now here I am packed in a tummy just stewing and churning… I had a dream it would end this way.

From the satisfied belch up there… I’m glad you enjoyed me! The accommodations are very warm and wet and soft, with just enough dim reddish light to watch the fluids secrete and drip their way down through all the little folds and crevices. Kinda mesmerizing, and I intend to just relax and enjoy myself while it lasts. You can only get eaten once, after all.

As for what to do with the rest of our time together? Well, if you’re lonely, we can chat. Maybe find a nice wine to compliment what’s left of my flavour in your mouth. When you’re ready though, do go ahead and digest me all up. As much as I enjoy it in here, it would be greedy of me to keep filling this space in your belly when I’m sure there are many more who would like to follow. Speaking of, you can feel free to go ahead and burp up my phone when you’re done with me and use my contacts as a menu, if you wish.

If there’s anything I can do to make the afterglow of your meal more enjoyable before I become a nutritious human smoothie and a layer of pudge, do let me know, and if you should hiccup and feel a light, sweet taste of honey in your mouth, that’s just me saying hello. Or displacing air as I roll over to get more comfortable… either one of those.

What’s that? If I dreamed about this in advance… and that must make you the girl of my dreams? Huh, yes, I suppose that’s true. By all means do take it as a compliment!


Might explain why the idea of being eaten always mingled with the erotic for me but.. bah. That would be a crass direction to take this lovely discourse. Speaking of which, I would be a poor and ungentlemanly one-time dinner host if I didn't also buy you a drink. I recommend a nice Merlot to pair with sweeter meats like myself.

If my jacket is still nearby, there should be ample cash in my wallet for you to nab a celebratorybottle while I'm still relatively solid and fresh on your palate. Moreover, I happen to quite like the scent, so melting away as it showers down over me just sounds heavenly.

Mmf! Oh my! Was that a possessive, proud pat I just felt? You naughty girl teasing me like that!

Hmmm, your strange pride in having me in your tummy and my strange contentment with my fate may well be a sign that this was just destiny and a fulfillment of my purpose…

Kind of mind boggling to think about, really. My family line going back hundreds of years (many of their obituaries more resembling food reviews) until finally, my parents produced me with the correct flavour profile and feel to just to go through life waiting until the moment you got to taste and feel this well-bred meal glide over your tongue and plop into a tummy made to fit it and squeeze and churn it just right.

l used to like to play games with predators (it was my way of reconciling my survival instinct with my strange attraction to being eaten). Give them hints as to my location, tease, them, and lead them on a merry chase before finally escaping and wishing them better luck next time…

Every narrow escape, every predator I left hungry without so much as a lick, and here, there was no such struggle. You saw me, decided I belonged in your belly, and gobbled me down. No more running, nothing complicated, I was caught, and it was time to fulfill my purpose as a delightful dinner.

And now, my survival instinct isn't screaming at me like it always did before. I'm here. And I'm content… even as I contemplate how much longer I have until I sink into the soupy slurry that will soon be forming beneath me.

Would make for a nice parody of a destined love story with a cliche title like "Love At First Bite", I'd consider writing it if it wasn't for….. Well you know, your tummy walls and stomach acids getting right to work on lovingly caressing and churning me into Cream-of-Me soup.

But perhaps that's why I'm okay with ending up in the belly of a uniquely talented writer and deep thinker like yourself. I may be ending, but rather than leaving my own legacy behind, by digesting inside you, nourishing you, contributing to your body, and energizing yourmind will make your future accomplishments, the dreams you will fulfill, in some small way an extension of myself. It's a nice consolation whether you forget me completely after I melt into more of you, or think back occasionally on that dinner conversation so long ago.

Personally, I hope I'm brain food (can't know for sure. I wasn't really born with an index of nutritional facts) so I can motivate your talented mind to produce yet more fantastic writing! After all the stories I've written… having she who ate me carry on writing long after I’m just her pudge sounds so fitting!

l apologize for rambling. Destiny, purpose, and legacy are heady chit-chat topics to have with someone you are currently digesting. (The acids are accumulating and rising quite nicely, more of a chest-deep hot tub than a sauna at this point).

I'll wriggle and squirm for a bit, and I do hope you enjoy the feel of my movements until my form rounds out into a bellyfull of pleasantly bubbling and groaning mush slowly being moved along and put to use. Hope your digestive system is efficient! I would hate for too much of me to go to waste.

Glad you found me delicious, hopefully you'll leave a five-star review for my relatives and failed predators to see, and don't feel too bad about me missing out on your future writings. It is a fitting end to just be part of your story... Whatever comes next that I miss once I'm offering a little padding beneath you upon your writing chair, I will always have my own little chapter. This moment just for me~

~GGGRRRRRGL CHRRRRN~

~Glorp Glorp~

~SCHLO00000Rpp~

*.blup.*

URRRRRRRRP~

"Oh! He DID taste like honey~ yummmm~"

And in that instant… the Honeyed Poet was gone…. and only a satisfied pred, looking forward to healthily digest the rest of him away remained.

~THE END~

[misschimotosuwa-blog]

Study Date Confession

Genre: fluff

Characters: Iruma-kun, Reader (fem), Opera, Sullivan, Alli (Gluttonous Feeder Ring)

T/W: none

A/N: wow, fanfic writing is fun, I see why y'all do it. I wrote this for some comfy feelings tonight, and it worked ☺️💕🥺 hope someone out there besides me enjoys this haha

Still the same Iruma I fell for ❤️

You’ve had a crush on Iruma for about 3 months now

No, not because he has been “standing out” or because he is the Grandson of the famous demon Sullivan — but because he’s shown and taught you things you’ve never known or realized before in the Netherworld

You’ve started studying together quite frequently — but you desire more — yet you’re still too shy to do anything about it

Today will be another study date with Iruma — this time, at his house

You finished up with class, then met up with him outside of The Royal One.

You then proceeded to WALK to his house??  You wonder why you would not fly?  Does he want more time alone with you?? 

You blush hard as you continue the walk to his house.

You finally arrive

Wow his house is huge

You begin to show a concerned look on your face

Iruma notices, and reaches out his hand to you

“It’s alright (Y/N)” Iruma smiled and stretched out his hand to you.  Ba-dump.  Your heart began to race as you took his hand, and squeezed it tight as you continued through the gates of the Sullivan mansion. 

An androgynous looking demon with cat ears and red hair opened the door for you.  “Welcome home Iruma — and a welcome to you miss (Y/N)”. “Thanks Opera” Iruma gestured you through first, and Opera whispered something into Iruma’s ear that made him turn bright red as he rushed in right after you.  

“Welcome home my darling Iruma!!” a tall elderly demon rushed to hug Iruma and spun him around.  He set Iruma down “my goodness me, is this (Y/N), the demoness you’ve been spending all of your precious time with??  Ooooh how beautiful!  Isn’t my Grandson just the GREATEST?!” “Grandpa!!!!” Opera grabbed Sullivan by the collar “we’ll be heading out for errands now”.  “Awww but I wanna see this momentous occasion in my Grandson’s liiiiife…. Bye bye my sweet Iruma…..” The front door closed.

“Well, should we get to studying?” Iruma smiled awkwardly as your heart began to race even faster and harder. (We’re all alone now, oh my gosh oh my gosh… ok.. be cool… just be cool).  “Yes, yes.. let’s do just that!” You stammered.  

You and Iruma headed to his room

Geez it was enormous!

His bed was so luxurious and you were so tempted to jump right in

Iruma sat on his bed and opened his text book “so what should we study first?” He smiled at you.  But today, you just couldn’t pay attention.  Your heart just wouldn’t calm down.  I mean, you’re in the boy you like’s room!!  “I-I.. I need to use the restroom…” (what am I saying?!) You headed out the door to search for the restroom.  

Meanwhile Iruma’s POV

Iruma flopped over onto his bed “…I wonder what’s up with (Y/N)… she’s been silent all day… did I upset her?”.  Alli popped out of the glutoness feeder ring “my, I wonder?”  “Huhh???” “It’s obvious, my dear little Iru.” “Wh..what’s obvious.” “You really don’t get it do you?” Alli face-palmed “the poor girl is in love.” “In Love?  With who?”  Alli sighed “with YOU!”.  “Huh?!  With me?!?!  There’s no way.”  “You really are clueless.  Well, what’re you gonna do about it, small fry?”  “Me?  I.. I don’t know… I’ve never had a girl be in love with me before.. I’ve never even been on a date.. I was always too busy working back in the human realm.  I’m not even sure I’ve ever had a crush on a girl — there just wasn’t any time.  Well, what do you think I should do, Alli?”  “Well, that depends on you.  Do you fancy her too, hmm?”  Iruma put his hand on his chin and began to think.  He began to picture all of the times he’s spent with you, all of the laughs, smiles — everything.  And for some reason… began to smile… a whole-hearted genuine smile that radiated from his entire being.  You could almost see beams of light surrounding him.  “Well, I’ve never really experienced any romantic feelings before.. but I do know that (Y/N) is very special to me… maybe I’ll try and see how I feel when she gets back.”  

The door creaked open

“H-hey Iruma-kun, sorry I took a bit” you smiled very awkwardly and hesitantly sat down beside Iruma.  Ba-dump!  Just after you had left to get your heart rate in check, it sky rocketed almost immediately being in such close proximity to such a beautiful angel.  “It’s alright (Y/N) no worries!”  Iruma smiled his usual cheerful smile.  “Shall we continue our studies?”  You nodded as you admired his big beautiful eyes and adorable smile.  Iruma began reading the textbook passage, but no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t focus on anything other than his soft and soothing voice.  “(Y/N)……(Y/N)…… (Y/N)?”  You finally snapped out of it.  “Y-yes, Iruma-kun?”  He closed his text book.  “We don’t have to study tonight, I think we’re pretty much caught- up on the curriculum by how often we’ve been studying recently.  May I ask what’s bothering you?  I’d really hate it if I hurt or offended you in any way.”  You shook your head and hands frantically “No, no! You’ve got it all wrong!”  “I have?  Well, that’s a relief”. Iruma reached out and put his right hand gently on your head and gazed at you in a sweet and heartfelt manner “mind telling me what’s really going on?  I’d like to help if I can.”  Out of instinct you took his hand that was on your head and placed it against your cheek.  “I-I….. I love you Iruma-kun!  I can’t keep that from you any longer!”  Your eyes widened, and you immediately curled into a shy ball hiding from whatever happens next. 

You were now surrounded in your own thoughts, insecurities, and darkness.  (What will Iruma say?  What will he do?  Is our friendship now over??). 

Light peeked in through your pit of self-doubt and darkness.  Iruma swooped you up into a princess carry and nuzzled your face.  “I guess I didn’t realize until now… but, (Y/N), I love you too”.  Iruma stared at you with such an honest and earnest gaze, even though you’ve been burned by many demon boys before.. this time… it truly seemed different.  “Oh, Iruma…” you smiled back so tenderly.  You two connected foreheads and gazed at the beautiful Netherworld moonlight beaming through his balcony window.  You ran your fingers through his soft, feathery blue hair.  “Oh how I love you Iruma… can I ever say it enough?”  Iruma’s knees buckled and his face turned red… the two of you toppled over.  You giggled profusely and pet his head “still the same Iruma I fell for”.  You smiled at each other, and you proceeded to hug while still toppled over.  You laid atop Iruma as he gently pet your head, and the two of you drifted into a soft and blissful sleep.

A highschool study date turned into a sleepover... Huh. I wonder how Sullivan and Opera reacted?

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching The End

Welcome to “Beware the Toilet Paper Horde!: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s5e4: The End.

Dean is at a hotel taking a quick sleep break from hunting for a way to kill Lucifer with Cas. Cas agrees to meet him in the morning. Before Dean can conk out, Sam calls, wanting to work together again. Dean gives him a speech about being stronger apart because everyone uses their love and protectiveness of each other against them. When Dean wakes up, the town he’s in is suddenly run down and abandoned. Oh, and crawling with people infected with the Croatoan virus. He goes to Bobby’s and finds a clue about where Cas might be and heads there. He finds himself, hard and bitter, and a Cas who is human and a stoner. Turns out he’s in the future, a future where he said no to Michael and Sam said yes to Lucifer, and this Croatoan hellscape is the result. Future!Dean has a plan to kill Luci!Sam with the Colt. Our Dean tags along, witnesses himself get killed by Luci!Sam, and has a heartbreaking conversation with him about how this end is inevitable. Dean then gets zapped back to the present by Zach, who arranged this little trip to the future to try to convince Dean to say yes. But Dean is more determined than ever not to, and Cas saves him from an irate Zach just in time. Dean then meets up with Sam and reverses his position about whether they should work together. The fraught brothers ride again, as God intended (heh).

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

oooooh this episode

Mace:

i don’t know which one this is yet

Lor:

ooooooo bounces

Mace:

god’s plan for Dean. NICE

Lor:

"too friggin much pal" haaaaaahahahahaha

Mace:

Cas on the cell phone. ADORABLE

Lor:

RIGHT?

and he's getting bitchy, poor baby

Mace:

HE IS

Lor:

"what stuff?"

Lor:

"I'll just wait here then" I CANNOT

Mace:

YAS

such a cutie

Mace:

ooooh Sammy’s fightin’ mad I LOVE IT

Lor:

Dean, you GOOB, you ALSO are trying to hunt down Lucifer and kill him

Lor:

YES

Lor:

nnngggg Dean's ring

Mace:

the way this boy flipflops between FAMILY and GET AWAY FROM ME is a little ridiculous

Mace:

YES

Lor:

right?

Lor:

he needs some intense therapy and a long bout of angel snuggles

Mace:

such an emo drama queen

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

oh wait is this the hippie Cas ep?!?!

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

OMG

Lor:

also Luci!Sam in a white suit episode

Mace:

huh. I have the timeline all messed up in my head, I think. So confused

Mace:

I thought that part was much later

Mace:

Wow. apparently it doesn’t take much to get Dean to punch a child. Interesting.

Lor:

sounds like you need to... rewatch HAAAHAHAHAHA

Mace:

He’s so cute when he runs, though

Mace:

HAHAHAHAHA OH YOU’RE FUNNY, LOR

Lor:

I was just thinking that! at the least he should look more upset about it

Lor:

he is ADORABLE when he runs

Lor:

lolololol the music

Mace:

YES

Lor:

I AM SO FUNNY

Mace:

SO FUNNY

Mace:

FRIGGIN HILARIOUS

Lor:

...alos the Dean likes to wear panties episode. the line that launched a thousand fics

Mace:

snork

Lor:

OMG Dean hitting the steering wheel after Zach pops in

Mace:

no more sports, so it’s not all bad news

Mace:

#silverlinings

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

Lor:

though we all know now that you don't need people to assemble and watch in person for there to be sports

Mace:

i suppose

Mace:

way to ruin it

Lor:

HA! sorry, friend

Lor:

poor Baby

Mace:

indeed

Mace:

i didn’t remember a double dean action

Lor:

oooh yep

Mace:

NICE

Lor:

god bless Rhonda Hurley

Mace:

HAHAHAHA YAS

Lor:

oooof, Dean

Mace:

yeah. both of them

Lor:

yeah

Lor:

lololol Parent Trap reference

Mace:

HA

Lor:

Haley Mills or whatsherface, Dean?

Mace:

both, although he’ll deny the remake

Lor:

LOLOLOL YES

Lor:

"maybe, uh, share?"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

omg hiding behind Chuck

Mace:

YES

Lor:

if the CW had any cajones at all, there would have been at least two pretty boys sitting in that circle too

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"you are not you, not now!you, anyway"

Mace:

i LOVE that Cas immediately knows

Lor:

YES

Lor:

omg his voice is so less deep

Mace:

IT IS

Lor:

... I wanted bead curtains so bad when I was like 17

Lor:

ooooof, Deans

Mace:

HAHAHA i had them in my dorm room

Lor:

NICE

Lor:

I love that, in addition to other things, we have here a Dean who has to be A Leader, and it doesn't quite... fit

Mace:

and why do you think it doesn’t work? I agree with it, but i think the interesting thing is why

Mace:

because he’s lost Sam?

Lor:

well, I think, this particular example is muddled because there are so many things making him not fit, losing Sam being a big one

Lor:

but I think he CAN lead but it's not where he's most comfortable. and it's not exactly that he wants to follow, but that as soon as he's in charge of more than just a few people, he doesn't want to

Lor:

"oh, so we're torturing again. oh, that's good. classy"

Lor:

"I like past you"

Mace:

agreed

Lor:

"okay, if you don't like reckless, I could use "insouciant" maybe"

Mace:

HA

Mace:

I… don’t like this Cas

Lor:

no, me either. like, I enjoy it as a performance and a "what-if," but the what-if itself is not one I want to spend any more time with than this one ep

Mace:

exactly

Lor:

"Sam didn't die in Detroit. he said yes"

Lor:

I also don't like this Dean

Lor:

which makes interesting the fact that I like the real Dean, who DOES get more WORN better than young Dean

Lor:

he needs more wear on him, but not THIS wear

Mace:

Hm. I do. I mean, not as much as Real Dean, but you know how I feel about Bad Guys (tm)

Lor:

I do

I trust real Dean implicitly, and this one I don't. I think that's the crux of it for me

Mace:

i get that. I like a little danger, though

Lor:

oooof, Deans

Lor:

the thing is you and Sam BOTH need to say no. like, in this moment, that's the alternative they aren't looking at

Lor:

HORDE TOILET PAPER

Mace:

right?!

Mace:

and YES

Lor:

hoard? I can never remember which is which

Lor:

omg Cas's nod when Dean says "stick out of your ass"

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

it is REALLY interesting to me that this is part of what Zach thinks Dean will take one look at and go "NOPE. better make a different choice." and he's RIGHT

Mace:

hoard, i think. horde is the unruly band of vikings type thing

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

it doesn't have the effect Zach wants, but Dean doesn't want this to happen to Cas any more than he wants to be this Dean or have Sammy say yes to Luci

Lor:

aaah. I thought one was the verb and the other was the noun?

Lor:

BOY Jensen does a good job playing against himself

Mace:

…isn’t that what i said?

Lor:

also the stitching together is really good. are they still using film in this season?

Mace:

“something is broken in you” oh MAN

Lor:

is it? ...I guess it is

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

my god he looks good in that suit

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

"aren't you a surprise?"

Lor:

the thunder in the background is such a nice touch

Lor:

the rolling grumbling kind

Lor:

THE ROSE

Lor:

"the last perfect handiwork of God"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

JARED'S FACE BEFORE "YOU" I CANNOT

Lor:

Dean's teary eyes

Mace:

YES

Lor:

god Jensen's VOICE in this speech

Lor:

GIVE THEM EMMYS. GO BACK IN TIME AND EMMY THEM

Lor:

"whatever you do, you will always end up here"

Mace:

YESYESYES

Lor:

the fact that the tears spill when he suggests it's INEVITABLE

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

"well if it isn't the Ghost of Christmas Screw You" haaaaaaahahahahahahaa

Mace:

HAHAHA

Mace:

oh poor baby, lookit him

Lor:

RIGHT?!

Lor:

"naah" OMG

Mace:

he just wants to mow the lawn

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

RIGHT?

Mace:

CAS

Lor:

OMG THE LOOK ON CAS'S FACE

Mace:

“we had an appointment” I LOVE HIM

Lor:

"we had an appointment"

Lor:

vibrates out of my skin

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

He’s leaning against the car dies

Mace:

YES

Lor:

HUG EACH OTHER, YOU IDJITS

Mace:

RIGHT?!

Mace:

Sammy’s hurt/confused face

Mace:

SIGH

Lor:

the conferring of weapons as a gestures of love flops and rolls in it

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAHAHA

Lor:

"we keep each other human" GAH

Mace:

right?!

Lor:

"we make our own future"

Mace:

YAS

Lor:

FUCK 327

Mace:

TEAMFREEWILL

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

[thefinalcinderella]

Tsurune: Irodori no Issha Episode 1: Kuma’s Feelings

So kyoto animation is posting limited time audio dramas after every episode, and luckily for me, there’s subs in Japanese! I’ll be tagging all the dramas under tsurune: irodori no Issha

Seiya is being a funky little guy in this one

Tsurune translation masterpost here

Translation Notes:

1. Seiya is parodying the speech patterns of the cat protagonist in Natsume Soseki’s I am a Cat. The cat there speaks in a very self-important and grandiose way, like a nobleman

2. A pun. The phrase here is 医者の不養生 which literally means “a doctor’s neglect of health” and is an idiom that means “not practicing what you preach”

Minato: Kuma! Good morning! 

Minato: You’re so fluffy...let me sniff your head a little bit. And then your paws, and your ears.

Minato: Let’s go out together today.

Seiya: “I am Kuma. Today, Narumiya Minato-kun, the neighbor from across the street, is in high spirits.”

Minato: Eh, what are you doing, Seiya?

Seiya: “Minato-kun comes to my house everyday for the goal of petting me. I am pleased that he visits me everyday, but to be honest, I cannot help but think that there are other things he should prioritize.”

Minato: Kuma would never say something like that

Seiya: Who can say

Minato: Kuma loves me. No matter how much I pet him, he’s fine with it, right, Kuma?

Seiya: “When he states that so strongly, I have no choice but to say yes in a dog-like way.”

Minato: Seiya’s Kuma is pretty sarcastic

Seiya: He has a fairly philosophical side to him

Seiya: Anyways, let’s go. We have an appointment

Minato: “I’m Kuma! My young master is a bit of a pain. But I forgive him since he gives me jerky.”

Seiya: Huh? There’s bribery involved?

Minato: “My young master is desperate for my affection.”

Seiya: Then, what about Minato?

Minato: “Minato is my friend. I love playing with him. By the way, my favorite games are fetch and tug-of-war.”

Seiya: All you need is for someone to play with you?

Minato: “My job is to play, sleep, and eat.”

Seiya: That’s nice. I’m jealous of you, Kuma.

Minato: “Oh? Master has a gloomy face. Let me try to sniff him.”

Seiya: You can tell from my smell?

Minato: “My sense of smell is ten thousand to a hundred million times better than humans. I can even know what you’re thinking about, whether you’re happy or sad, not to mention your footsteps!”

Seiya: Ten thousand and a hundred million are two completely different numbers.

Minato: “My master is nitpicky. That’s why he tends to worry about all kinds of things.”

Seiya: I don’t want to hear that from you, Kuma...or rather, Minato.

Minato: “I don’t care about the small things! There’s a nice phone pole here. Hmm, hmm. I see.”

Seiya: So, what about it? 

Minato: “A dog has marked this spot.”

Seiya: Well, that’s obvious. Anyone can see that. 

Minato: “I won’t tell my master the details.”

Seiya: I know Kuma wouldn’t say mean things like that. 

Minato: Ugh...that’s true.

Seiya: You broke character.

Minato: I know. 

Minato: Okay, let’s go, Kuma.

Minato: What’s wrong, Kuma? Don’t sit down. 

Seiya: “I am Kuma. I sense something suspicious.”

Minato: There’s nothing suspicious at all.

Seiya: “I sense something suspicious in the fact that he said that there’s nothing suspicious.

Minato: Stop goofing around, Seiya. Do something

Seiya: “I have decided to not budge at all from my spot.”

Minato: And we were almost there...

Minato: Seiya, hold Kuma for a bit. 

Seiya: You help too, Minato

Minato: One, two!

Seiya: Heavy!

Minato: When we weighed him before, he was 45kg. 

Seiya: Heave-ho! 

Minato: “Oh wow, I’m being carried. Is it okay to ignore a person...no, a dog’s will?”

Seiya: Minato, do you want to take Kuma to the animal hospital or not?

Minato: I’m going, I’m going. Okay, Kuma, bear with it. A dog from a family of doctors wouldn’t get sick. 

Seiya: That would be failing to practice what they preach.(2) Oh, he gave up and started walking.

Minato: “I didn’t give up. I decided to go to the hospital for the sake of my master.”