#anyway yuh. the basics

[cee-grice]

It's Worldbuilding Wednesday, so I thought I'd start introducing some stuff about my WIP's world :))

The topic of today:

🔮 The Magic System 🔮

ITS PHYSICALITY

The magic in this world exists as a physical element—one that can be used as a unique energy source. The element itself is called magia and it's entirely quantifiable, if not always easily. It's further separated into two categories: pure and impure. Impure magia is what casters are able to use to perform magic whilst the pure kind remains unreachable to them. Not all impure magia is the same, however; it's pure magia that's been, basically, tainted by magical creatures, and thus it has different essences in its composition. This doesn't affect how casters are able to use it, but it does have different kind of effects :)

ITS USAGE

To perform magic means, in practical terms, to command magia. This is achieved in mainly two ways: by casting and enchantments. Casters are able to manipulate the impure magia in the air to bend reality to their will, although that's much easier said than done. One, they need to have a magia conductor on their person as otherwise they'd be just as successful at commanding magia as commanding oxygen; two, understanding the laws of physics you wish to manipulate is crucial in actually, well, manipulating them; and three, use of magia often results in adverse physical effects, so how much one is able to do magic varies from person to person and their physicality. There are three types of casters: mages, priests, and freecasters. Mages are essentially academics—they learned how to perform magic through studying at a magical academy and were awarded a license by it to use it. Priests, too, study the science to an extent, but most of their capabilities come from the deities they pledge their devotion to. Through them, they're able to manipulate magia in ways inaccessible to mages, such as for limited healing, divination, and more. In contrast, mages are generally more adept at the more usual categories, such as charm, transmutation, illusion, and others. Freecasters are usually magical creatures that are intelligent and skillful enough to manipulate magia using their own bodies as a conductor. This ability sometimes extends to venemagiks of their kind, to which we'll get to in a sec :) Other than casting, people are also able to make use of magia by enchantments. Basically, any item than can be written on can be, technically, enchanted. You do this by inscribing sigils onto the object that, when activated, are able to soak up the magia in the air and work together to give the object (or area) certain magical qualities. This is also usually only available to mages or priests as it's an entire field of study on its own and you need a very specific kind of material to active the enchantments.

ITS EFFECTS

There's a whole thing about magical creatures and spirits and how they depend on magia to survive, but that's gonna be for a different post lol. For now, we're gonna talk about people that are most affected by magia—venemagiks. As magia exists in the air all around, people are always breathing it in. Usually, it just harmlessly passes through their bodies. As a child is developing in the womb, however, they're much more susceptible to outside influences :) What we get as a result are venemagiks, a human with magical creature traits. What kind of magical creature depends on the impure magia's essence as well as what the child's body is more susceptible to. In short, though, the more magical creatures of a certain type are in an area, the more venemagiks of that type will be born. As far as traits go, they can vary intensely. A venemagik of a reptilian type creature might just have some scales on their arms, or they might have a lizard head and breathe fire. It's a wide spectrum, basically. For some, it's inconsequential or maybe even helpful, whereas for others it can be life-threatening (for example, a venemagik of a kind of water creature might have both gills and regular lungs and neither might suffice).

And that's pretty much the basics, I think ! A strongly condensed version, if you will haha

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[sadsilmarilsoup]

Are you actually a yard tall or is that hyperbole

Exactly three feet :P

[grimstrawberry]

Damara baby I'm so sorry you were written like a Japanese school girl fetish

[cosmic-radio-station]

this had me screaming

NULL is the new packgod istg

[tomssexdoll]

can you PLEASE do 2009 (braids) Tom x virgin reader who’s like really embarrassed and reluctant to tell him that she’s not experienced at all since he’s so experienced so like one day he tries to have sex with her but he’s like moving too fast and she gets overwhelmed and finally tells him she’s never done anything before and they have gentle sex🙏🙏🙏🙏

YUH

good girl

PAIRINGS: Tom 2009 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT + FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Y/N is inexperienced in sexual things, one day her boyfriend Tom starts to make sudden moves on her, she has never told Tom she has no experience since he was super experienced and she was ashamed. Eventually she cracks, telling him and leading to him gently doing the nasty with her A/N: hi WARNINGS: teasing, dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (missionary)

"Come here baby.." Tom patted his lap, ushering for me to go and sit on it. I smiled and walked towards him, sitting gently on his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes Tom?" I kissed him softly, his hands found their way to my ass, gripping it tightly. My heart started to race a little, nervous about what was about to come from this.

"You're so hot.." he mumbled, kissing my neck softly, one of his hands trailing up to my breast and cupping it through the thin material of my top.

"Baby.." I gasped, my heart basically beating in my ears now. He pulled me off his lap, laying me down on the couch and getting on top of me, continuing to softly kiss my chest.

He lowered onto my chest, pulling my top off and exposing my bare breasts. "Fuck..such a naughty girl" he chuckled, kissing my nipples gently.

I watched as he grabbed his erection on top of his pants, "fuck.." he groaned lowly, my mind raced with a million thoughts, not being able to tell him that I wasn't quite ready.

I had never told him that I'd never done anything sexual before, ever. Since he was so experienced with women it was embarassing, a prude girlfriend to a sex god boyfriend.

He pulled his pants off slowly, his cock straining against his boxers, precum leaking onto them. I bit my lip, not knowing how to bring it up. As he started to take my short off I panicked, shoving his hands off and sitting up.

His eyes darted to mine, full of worry, "what's wrong baby?" he frowned. I sighed, deciding to come clean. "I...fuck.." I sighed "I've never actually done anything sexual before..." my cheeks flushed with embarassment, I looked away, not bearing to look at him or his reaction.

He chuckled softly, "really? A girl as beautiful as you had no experience?" I stuttered on my words, close to crying "i-i...yeah..i'm sorry" I brought my hand up to my eyes, wiping spilling tears.

He winced, a hand reaching out to my cheek, "oh baby don't be ashamed, it's fine" he smiled lovingly, I looked back at him, nodding.

"We can go slow if you want to..I'm sorry I rushed you, you just turn me on so much" he chuckled, I smiled "yeah we can go slow, be gentle please" I whimpered.

He layed me back down, "I will, don't you worry" he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, removing my shorts, along with my panties in a swift motion. He groaned as he saw my pussy, wet for him.

"You're so wet.." he palmed his erection again, "is that bad?" I looked up at him, "oh no baby that's great, it means you're turned on" he laughed, slowly pulling his cock out.

My eyes widened at the size, not being able to comprehend if it would actually fit or not. "Tom..i think it's too big" I bit my lip, he sighed "it might hurt but I promise I'll be gentle" I hesitated but decided he should take control, he did have the most experience anyway.

He alinged himself with my entrance, slowly pushing in. I winced at the pain, holding onto his arms tightly, my nails digging in them as he went in further. His movements stopped halfway, "fuck..won't go in" he groaned, he spit in his hands and rubbed it onto the rest of his cock.

"I might have to force it in baby..just relax" he kissed me softly, shoving it in me. I cried out, my legs trembling. He instantly rubbed my clit, thrusting in and out to make me forget about the pain.

"Shh baby, it's ok" he kissed my neck softly, the pain soon turned into pleasure, his thrusts faltering a bit to be gentle. His cock softly slid in and out of me, stretching me out.

"Mmm.." I moaned quietly, wrapping my arms around his back, my tits pressing against his chest. "So tight..fuck" he grunted, quickening his pace a little.

His touch was soft, caressing my thighs lightly, "you're so beautiful..so sexy" he whispered, kissing my lips gently. "I love you.." I smiled, he smiled back "I love you too baby."

"Faster..please..." I begged, whimpering softly, he nodded and slammed his hips into mine, hitting my g spot. I moaned, digging my nails into his back, feeling my release approach quickly.

"Gonna cum.." I mumbled, he grinned and reached up to cup my breasts, squeezing them softly and thrusting into me faster.

I felt a knot build in my stomach, coiling tighter as he keep thrusting into me. I could feel the tension build in his cock too, "fuck..gonna cum baby..cum with me" he reached down and rubbed my clit again.

I moaned loudly, clenching around his cock tightly and releasing, cumming all over his cock. He whined loudly and shot his load deep into me, riding out our highs and fucking his cum into me.

He eventually collapsed on top of me, regaining his breath "fuck..you were amazing" he chuckled softly, kissing my forehead softly and moving stray hairs away from my face. I could barely speak, my eyes fluttering shut.

"Oh baby.." he smiled and flipped us over, letting me rest on his chest.

tags: @itsmealaiah @tomscumdump @tomscumdoll @tomkaulitzloverr @syylss @miyukafujii @ge-billsgf @ballhair @estxkios @charliesgoodboy @bkaulitzlover

[pokemoncenter]

On RP Etiquette

While this post is mostly intended for the Pokemon IRL RP community, the basic rules and thrust of this post should apply just as well to all RP.

(Written with help from @wingsofachampion!)

On “Yes, And”

RP, when you get right down to it, is a form of improvisational theater. Comedy, drama, the exact genre doesn’t matter, but it’s still improv all the way down. And that means the golden rule of improv still applies.

“Yes, And” is the basic rule of improv. It means: ‘Accept what came before without just shutting it down’ (“yes”), and then build on it and continue to iterate on The Bit (“and”). Sometimes, ‘Yes, But’ works just as well. What’s important is that you build on what came before without simply shutting it all down.

“No, And” can also work well. What doesn’t work is a flat ‘no’.  Those are generally discouraged, because it shuts down the RP-  Where do you go when your contributions have simply been discarded and swept away like nothing? This isn’t to say you can’t ever refuse; keeping your boundaries is just as important in RP as it is in life. But RP is a collaborative sport, and you have to keep the other party in mind as well.

As Professor Oak says, there is a time and place for everything.

Building off the previous post in a constructive way, even if it is denying it, is what is important.

To use an example:

If Sophora says legendary Pokemon do not exist, a reply of “Really? But what about [a specific legendary]?” can be acceptable or fun. So can “Yeah, and neither do flying-types!” or something similarly ludicrous. But what is not fun, is when a reply is simply “[a picture of legendary Pokemon waving at the camera right now]”. 

Similarly, for those playing sapient Pokemon or humans-turned-Pokemon, the post could be “I hate having a tail!”, and the responses could fall into several categories. “Humans don’t have tails!” would be acceptable, or “the furry RPers are weird” would be… less so but still on the safe side of the line. “[picture of you as a human right now] STOP LYING” wouldn’t be. Because, it goes back to the same thing: How is your RP partner supposed to reply to that?

Which brings us to our next point.

On Thinking Two Replies Deep

When I reply in a post, one thing I always try to keep in mind is that I have some sort of ‘hook’ in my reply for the other person to reply to. If it’s just shutting someone down entirely, there’s no possible reply other than a ‘nuh-uh’ ‘yuh-huh’ chain that would be more at home on an elementary school playground. 

It is related to “yes, and”, but still distinct. The point of it is that when you reply, you be sure to consider how others can reply. You can think of a few ways people can reply, and then go even deeper, and try to predict entire conversational flows. This way, you’re prepared, and you have a constant supply of ‘hooks’- And that means you can keep the RP going, and not shut it down.

In my case, the most common cause of me stopping replying in an RP thread is simply that I do not have anything I feel I can reply to. I have no contributions, and so I do not contribute. If there’s no hook, I can’t reply. On the other hand, just because you have a hook, doesn’t mean the thread will go exactly how you think, and a lot of the fun in RP is seeing how things go differently from what you expected.

But it’s always best to try to think two replies deep- Never just consider your reply, but consider how others will reply to your reply. 

On Checking the Pinned Post

This one, I’m not sure needs to be said, but I will re-emphasize it anyway. If you’re going to be interacting with someone to build off them, please be sure you read their pinned post. So many times I get people who are directly contradicting everything in my pinned post and it’s difficult to deal with.

On Giving and Receiving Engagement

Many people do wonder why they aren’t getting engagement. The secret answer to that is not actually secret: People will interact with who they know. If you want engagement from others, you have to give engagement to others yourself. 

If you have a new blog, no one will really know anything or interact with it until you get out there and start interacting more. And even if you are a well-established blog, that can still dry up fast if you don’t keep it going. RP is a communal sport- You have to give in order to get. This is true for engagement, for interaction, and even for the replies I was talking about from the start- You can’t get replies if you don’t give hooks.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

So I have been thinking about how insecure Kafka would be about his transformation and what you think about it. He's such a a good boy and needs head pats.

HOW WOULD KAFKA FEEL ABOUT TRANSFORMING INTO HIS KAIJU FORM?

~ SFW ~

I think, at first, he'd be really hesitant to do the old switcheroo in front of you because he doesn't want you to run, pissing (normally) down the street away from him.

He'd try his very best to control it. Even though he's not mastered all of the transformative power he harnesses.

Kafka would definitely feel insecure and scared that you may leave him if he changes forms in front of you too soon. He doesn't want to lose you, and he doesn't want to scare you - he is confident in his repair game, though. He has a plan in place for if he ever has to become his Kaiju self. He will cook you a romantic dinner at his place (so you can leave if you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable - he would do it at your place too, but he doesn't want you to have to feel bad about sending him away).

But as he continues to transform, he'll become more comfortable with his Kaiju self and learn to embrace it. Eventually, he'll want to show off his new skills and abilities to you.

He might love the idea of being so powerful and having such incredible strength.

MILD SPOILER UNDER THE CUT // IN RED

I think this is also a huge boost to his ego (what little is there, anyway). He always dropped the ball on the 2nd part of the testing for the AKDF (Anti-Kaiju Defense Force) and having this ace up his sleeve not only helped him pass something he'd had trouble with in prior years, but he saved a comrade from certain freakin' death.

~ NSFW ~

Don't fucking lie to me, I know you've thought about what Kafka's Kaiju cock might look like lol.

I think he sits around and practices honing his skills of only transforming certain body parts. Like, his torso, for example. Maybe you have a flat tire and need help changing it? He can hold the car up for you while you put the temp tire on. Or maybe - and much more fun - you're getting a little frisky with him and he wants to full nelson your ass but man, let's face it, he's not 18 anymore and THANK GOD for that because he's such a damn cutie now that I can't help but smile whenever I daydream about him!!

SO ... he transforms his upper body so he can hold you and slam his monster human cock into your expectant, fluttering little hole.

And his tongue. HIS TONGUE would wreck you. The tip alone would rip orgasm after orgasm from your body. If you've seen the anime, you know just how it moves, too. Like a whip. Way more flexible and longer than a lame human tongue. Am'I'right? Yuh, I'm right. Even if you don't agree ;).

You want some good head? Kafka's got ya covered!

You want to give some good head? Wait until he's returned to his human form. Not only that, but I think he wouldn't let you swallow his Kaiju cock. He doesn't want to hurt you. Maybe the first [fictional - I know -] man ever to care about not bruising your throat.

In conclusion, he's basically the opposite of Toji Fushiguro but still just as sexy.

@bakubunny @katkusuo @southside-otaku

@supersecretsaga @arlerts-angel

@trevengersprincess @viburnt

@darkstarlight82 (just in case this is rude and doesn't grab your attention)

@reiners-milkbiddies

[nimmie-nugget]

~Reincarnated as a Knolastname~

Note: HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH!! 🎃👻 gonna be honest- I actually think Crimson might have cared atleast a bit for Moxxie when he was a child 😭 Anyway~ take some reincarnated Moxxie’s Sister Reader Headcanons!! 🥳 Do keep in mind that characters may be ooooooooc, and when there’s 8 O’s you know it’s extreme 🤯. Also I haven’t been doing Tokito Twin’s content for a while so I just wanna reassure that I have some HCs coming up for them 😫!! Enjoy!

P.s in the back flashes of EXES AND OOHS I think Moxxie was 4? Yeah so that makes you 7, your 3 years older 😋👌 tho age is not mentioned at all- and I will make fics of this 😤

Warnings: a lot of slang(not rlly a warning, just thought I’d mention), ooc, may have punctuation, spelling grammer/etc errors,

Info: idk man just wanted to add this 😐

Edit: HOW DOES SOMETHING LIKE THIS- A POST I BARELY PUT ANY EFFORT INTO GET MORE RECOGNITION THEN THIS POST, THE ONE I ACTUALLY PUT EFFORT INTO 👹👹 I appreciate the likes tho don’t take it in a bad way- 😭👌

Edit#2: I recommend u don’t read 💀👍

Helluva Boss Masterlist

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~Reaction to being Reincarnated~

-long story short you don’t know how you ended up here but you found yourself being the daughter of some random old ass guy that’s gonna be the main reason for your character development arc.

-at least that mom with an unknown name will provide you sweets and shit-

-gonna put sum realz shizz on this family fr.

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~Death~

-isn’t this Tumblr? Yeah long story short this turned into a Wattpad story for a second and the famous Truck-kun killed you ���� but you forgive Truck-kun since Truck-kun’s just being Truck-kun 😌.

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~Inside a Mansion~

Yup this “Mansion” is someone’s womb, zamn how da heck do you still have memories of your past life? Also why does your very tiny unformed body kinda look like an imp? Just like one from your favourite show Helluva Boss? How can you even see??? It’s pitch black bro- meh it’s whatever 🤷‍♀️ it’s fun kicking at least-

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~Borth~

…I’m not even gonna explain this 🫡 but just so you know Crimson was not there for your birth 😶

-at least you still have the same Borthdah as you did before you were reincarnated???

-Girly just 🖕 this bullshit why��d you have to be re-born in this family out of all the ones in Helluva Boss? I mean- you don’t mind being Moxxie’s gay emo sister but like- Crimson…CRIMSON. Tho make sure to start those teenager phases early so no one becomes suspicious of you when your going through the teenage thinga ma jig 😔

-but yay! You bet that Moxxie’s mom- well basically your mom now, WILL BE THE BEST 😩

-but girly you weren’t even fazed when reincarnated- just accepted it like a champ 😎

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~Crimson’s First Thoughts On You~

-Absolutely nothing- 😃

-only thought of you as his heiress and DEFINITELY to lead his Mob in the future 😔

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~[Unknown]’s First Thoughts On You~

-this is the Mom btw 😃

-gonna be honest I don’t know much since we’ve never really gotten a FULL view of her personality- all that I know is that she’s kind? 🤷‍♀️ Yuh so I won’t really directly say what she thought but I guess I can just- I don’t know man just read I guess 😃👌

-101% THOUGHT YOU WERE CUTE AF!! what happened to infinite%? 😢

-she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside, something she never felt ever since she married Crimson 😔.

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~Moxxie’s First Thoughts On You~

-‘Guppa duppa poo daaah dooo’

-don’t tell me you actually expected a real thought from him- Broski was just born 😔

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~Your First Thoughts On Moxxie~

-‘zamn bro’s crying on his borthduh I could never 🙄💅’

-girly he’s like a few minutes old what on Satan’s ass are you talkin ‘bout? 😀

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~What Crimson Thinks Of You~

-your a nuisance, like- what do you mean when you say “put those dawgs away💀”

-yeah you definitely got in trouble so many times- this stupid MF can’t understand slang and just thinks your insulting everyone around you 😶

-forget about you being his heiress, might as well make Moxxie his heir instead 😠

-Now take a very ooc dialogue 😋 btw this is after the Mom’s death 😃

-“[Name], cut it out. That will happen if you don’t stop.” He says calmly, too calm for you to know he’s pissed. (he was implying that he will drown you just like he did to the Mom btw-)

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~What [Unkown] Thinks Of You~

-Loved you from the moment she layed her eyes on you 😩 (cheesy much 😶)

-wrote more then a dictionary just to prove how much she loves you 😔

-yuh that’s all I got 😐

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~What Moxxie Thinks Of You~

He’s 4 rn-

-HE LOVES YOU!!

-your his sister why wouldn’t he- ?

-your basically his partner in crime 😈 both of you steal treats from the kitchen when your not supposed to 😤👍

-if the Mom found you 2 being naughty then sorry to tell you but yer’ both getting a time out 😔

-…BUT IF CRIMSON FOUND YOU- yuh that’s somehow gonna become a family issue problemo 😶💦______________________________________________________________________

I sometimes forget writing is for fun- but I certainly had fun writing this 😎 now I’m gonna tag this in some tags that this doesn’t even relate to which will make everyone hate me but they will soon worship me after reading this masterpiece. Praise this shit rn *points gun at you*

[avatarmerida]

So Dana tweeted this and I’m not sure what to label this AU but basically Willow is a baddie skating in the halls and Hunter is a student council member who is always on her case. Do they have magic? Idk. Am I obsessed? Yuh. Also based on this art and this art by @turquoisespace35 this art by @smallpapers and also this art by @gravityfying. Anyway, here’s some huntlow fluff thanks for the inspiration guys! Hope ya like it!

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Hunter was simply minding his own business, trying to identify the bird in the tree above him and having a rather pleasant afternoon as he tried to destress from his eventful day. To be fair, every day was eventful for him. As a student council member and top of his class, he was responsible for making sure Hexside' reputation stayed pristine. This had earned him a rather unfavorable reputation himself. He was a legacy, he had high expectations, so he needed to do everything in his power to bring everyone to his level. In his mind, he was strict but fair. But the students saw him as a glorified hall monitor.

Which is why he always walked home alone.

As he admired the red bird that seemed to be calling out to him, the pleasant sound of silence was interrupted by a panicky echo.

“Look out!” came a familiar voice, but before Hunter could attempt to ‘look out’ as the voice had advised, his world went blurry and the next thing he knew he was pinned against the tree. When he regained focus, having a few choice words at the ready, he was stunned to find the culprit was one of his classmates.

His rebellious classmate with the most dress code violations. His resilient classmate who always had holes in her stocking and scars and bruises on her knees from skidding and falling so often. His carefree classmate who was the reason he carried a first aid kit with him. His breathtaking classmate whose bright peridot eyes somehow managed to shine through the yellow tint of her safety goggles. His classmate who was… a classmate, and nothing more.

Does she skate everywhere? He thought, knowing her skates were the cause of their… position. Skating in the hall was one thing, but this path was all downhill; even a pro would have a hard time stopping.

“Hunter! Hi! What are you doing here?” Willow casually asked the boy she currently had pinned against a tree, her hands resting naturally on his chest. Even with the height her skates gave her, he was still so much taller than her.

“Well I… I have a life outside of school, you know,” he replied, somewhat lying, his face positively beet red. Her skates made her so much taller, but she had never been this close to him. She had flipped back her signature yellow shades to see him better, apparently he was so close that he was in focus without them.

“I know,” she said plainly. “I just thought you had that big presentation today.”

“Oh that, no that’s tomorrow.” he said, his composure returning at the mention of business. “Really? Cause I’m pretty sure that’s where Amity is,” said Willow, backing up to give him space. “I thought it was the 4th.”

“It is,” he said. “On Wednesday.”

“No, Hunter today is the 4th,” said Willow.

“Wh- a-are you sure?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Don’t you remember when you wrote me up on Friday? You said ‘this is the last one of the month’ because the next day was the first and that was Saturday, so then Sunday was the second and then yesterday-.”

“Oh no,” he said softly, the color draining from his face as he realized she was right. His breathing became faster. “Oh no, oh no, oh no! H-how did I mess this up?’

“Hey, it’s okay! It doesn’t start until 4 so you-.”

“It’s almost 3:45 and the school is at least a 35 minute walk,” said Hunter, beginning to spiral. “A-and we always start right on time and I’m supposed to go first and if I don’t go then my proposal won’t be considered and if my proposal isn’t considered then that means I’ve spent weeks preparing for nothing and not to mention if my uncle hears that I-.”

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey,” said Willow, waving her hands in front of his eyes to get him to snap out of it. She placed her hands on his shoulders to direct his focus on her. “Just breathe, okay? Look at me and breathe. Count with me 1,2,3 in and 1,2,3, out. In and out.”

She motioned him to follow as she counted with her fingers, not removing her eyes from his until he felt safe to follow her instructions. Hunter would normally feel silly but it actually helped him. He focused on Willow and while his anxieties did not disappear, they definitely felt less heavy.

“Good,” Willow said gently when she could tell his heart was no longer about to explode. “Now, let’s think of a solution, okay? There’s always a way to help. Now, you’re right; the school is about a 35 minute walk from here-.”

“I know, it’s useless to even think that-.”

“-but I bet we can cut that in half on skates,” she finished with a smile.

Hunter looked at her like she was insane, like there was a punchline coming, but she remained unmoved. She was serious.

“What? Are you gonna carry me to the school on your skates? Y-you’re just gonna scoop me in your arms, and whisk me away as we speed off together into the sunset like you’re some kind of beautiful knight who reached me o-or something? Is that what you’re saying?” The way Hunter said it made it seem like he didn’t believe it was possible but also that he had had this impossible thought before. More than once. He didn’t seem against it.

“Um, not quite,” she smiled. She turned to remove her backpack, a blush gracing her cheeks (though it was nothing compared to the one Hunter currently wore) as she pulled her solution from her knapsack.

“You brought extra roller skates?” Hunter said, somehow not really supposed.

“I literally go nowhere without them!” Willow exclaimed in a bright, bubbly one, as she handed them to him. “They’re my dad’s old pair and I was gonna give them to Gus but they’re too big, but they should fit you! How lucky is that?”

“What, you expect me to do the presentation in roller skates? That’s worse than not showing up at all!”

“No, we can put your shoes in my bag and you can change when you get there,” she said simply. “We can totally get you there in time, I know a short cut.”

She seemed so sure, so genuine, so sweet. Hunter found it hard to keep up appearances as he let out a dramatic sigh as he snatched her skates from her and he leaned against the tree to start putting them on.

“Well, don’t think this means I’m gonna stop writing you up,” said Hunter as he carefully slipped off his shoes.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she smiled, gently rolling her eyes endearingly as she went to place his shoes in her bag. She fought back a grin when she noticed the red cartoon birds that decorated his socks, but she kept that to herself.

He watched him struggle with the laces for a moment, they were loose on his ankles but the edges were frayed and were hard to get through the holes on the very top. She leaned down to help him, and when their fingers touched briefly Hunter pulled his hands back like he had just touched lava. Willow said nothing, knowing how prideful he was as she felt his eyes on her as she wordlessly tightened his laces.

She couldn’t help but hope that he was speechless the way she had been the day she had fallen in the hallway. It was the usual game, she was teasing him beckoning him to chase her to give her the citation in person and she had been overzealous and lost her balance skating backwards. But he didn’t taunt her or laugh, but rather rushed to her side riddled with concern. She remembered how there were no words in her head as she watched him drop the cold persona that she had long suspected was an act to lecture her on safety, not because it was a rule or because he wanted to say “I told you so” but because he cared about her.

Willow suspected he wasn’t used to someone caring about him the same way.

“I know you’re just doing this so you can tell everyone how uncoordinated I am,” he muttered after a minute, not knowing how to maneuver the silence. He didn’t really believe Willow would be so ruthless, he was just embarrassed that he needed saving.

“What?” said Willow, genuinely surprised by his harsh tone. It wasn’t his usual harsh tone, it had a twinge of hurt beneath it.

“Well, why else would you be so nice to me?” He asked as she finished the bow. “No one likes me.”

Willow giggled.

“What?” asked Hunter, not used to being laughed at in a way that didn’t feel condescending.

“Boscha’s always saying I’m no one,” she said, rising to her feet. “So maybe I’m the perfect person to like you.”

“Don’t say that!” He said sternly, as he quickly stood up as well, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “You’re not no one.”

He said it with such conviction and anger, as though the idea of her believing she was any less than she was inspired a fury in him unmatched by any uniform infraction or social injustice. He didn’t need to add “because” or “to me” because he felt it was so obvious. She was too vibrant and kind and strong to be no one.

As she searched her mind for a response, she saw Hunter begin to lose his balance and quickly leaned forward to catch him.

“I’m guessing you’re not much of a skater?” she asked lightly, not knowing what else to say.

“I uh don’t have much time for leisure or recreational activities,” he said, clearing his throat as he was overly aware of her hands on him, one on his back and the other gently on his chest. It was difficult to remain professional in such a stance, but if anyone could try it was him.

“Well, consider this a crash course,” she teased.

“What?”

“Oh no, sorry,” she laughed nervously. “We’re not gonna crash. Well, probably not. Well… we’re gonna try.”

“Oh this is a bad idea,” said Hunter, his legs shaking.

“Hey, don’t worry,” she said, helping him regain his balance until he stood by himself. She held out her hand to him and gave him a sweet smile. “I won’t let you fall.”

He carefully took it and allowed her to lead him.

She did not seem opposed in the slightest to be holding his hand, to be seen holding his hand. He mainly focused on keeping his skates facing forward and not knocking into each other, but Willow had a natural balance. He knew it came from practice, that if he wasn’t here holding her back she’d be doing elaborate spins and jumps, but still he felt safe beside her. If he wasn’t in a rush, he felt like he could do this forever.

He just wished he had a helmet.

As they descended down the bumpy street, there was so much for Hunter to be nervous about: falling on his face, being late to his presentation, showing up to his predation with a face that had clearly been fallen on, but the most pressing matter at the moment was whether or not the stunning girl holding his hand could feel how sweaty it was. His heart was racing but not from the cardio. It was a good thing Willow knew where they were going because his eyes certainly were not on the path ahead of them.

This was the longest silence that had ever passed between them, Willow wasn’t sure what to make of it. She had seen Hunter concerned before, but these nerves were new. She tried to lighten the mood.

“These are your fault, you know.” She said, adopting her normal tone as seen in their hallway encounters.

“What?”

“My rollerskates.”

“What? Me? How? I never-.”

“Do you remember my most common infraction before you were always hounding me about my skates?”

“Tardiness,” he said without hesitation.

She smiled, wondering if he remembered everyone’s violations so quickly. “Yeah, I was always running late because Bocha needed to make sure she tormented me before first period.”

“Ms. Park, I assure you if I had known that was the reason I would’ve handled the situation with more-.”

“I know,” she said simply. “But still, you said something once that gave me an idea. I didn’t tell you that Boscha was the reason, I just said I kept getting lost and you said ‘well then, find another way.’ So I did.”

“You heard that and got ‘rollerskate everywhere?’”

“Okay, I might’ve put my own spin on it,” she giggled as they turned a corner, and she felt his grip tighten . “But it worked, didn’t it? I haven’t been late since.”

“Yes but roller skates are still against school safety and dress codes,” Hunter pointed out.

“But they get me there,” she said simply. “And they got me off Boscha’s radar and onto yours.”

He looked at her with wide, worried eyes. “Miss Park, I hope you’re not suggesting that I am on a level with Boscha,” he said seriously and another smile tugged at Willow’s lips as she couldn’t help but notice the disgusted way he said Boscha’s name. How he didn’t even bother to grace her with formality. “I know I may be strict, but I hope you know I would never want to make you feel how she makes you feel. I know she used to sit on the council, but If I ever-.”

“No, no nothing like that,” she laughed. “It’s just, I much prefer being on your radar is all I mean.”

“Oh.” Was all he could say. It still didn’t add up, she liked being in trouble? “Huh.”

Willow saw and understood his confusion. “You’re really into your position on the student council,” she said as though he was unaware. “Sometimes it feels like breaking the rules is the only way I get to talk to you.”

Did she know how every morning he held his breath, worried today was the day she changed her ways? That he wouldn’t feel her breeze as she zoomed by him in the hall, her braids coming undone as she maneuvered through other students like a maze? She had never injured anyone (besides herself) and she technically wasn’t running and hadn’t damaged any school property, but Hunter had scoured the handbook for something to say about it. Because he just wanted an excuse to talk to her.

“And you… like talking to… me?” He asked.

“Yeah,” she said simply. No hesitation, no eye rolling, no sarcasm. How could that be true? “Ya know, you’re not as uptight as you want everyone to believe you are. I think you’re secretly a big sweetheart.”

“Me?” He scoffed, he had certainly never been called that before. Not even ironically. “How am I sweet? I write you up every day!”

His voice shook as they quickly moved to avoid a pot hole but Willow never let go of his hand.

“Well, yeah but,” Willow couldn’t help but laugh. “I mean, you make a big show of writing me up and threatening me with detention but you never actually follow through.”

“What? I-I have! I mean, I must have at least once er-”

“No,” she said, shaking her head, “You always say you could but you never do.”

“Well, t-that’s because it goes straight on your permanent record.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, obviously unconvinced. She was pretty sure those didn’t even exist. She also knew it wasn’t because he didn’t have the power to, because he sent Boscha to detention literally all the time.

She had her theories, but right now probably wasn’t the right time to voice them.

“I… well, the thing is I…” he offered her a soft look as he tried to find the words. Something in his eyes made her think maybe he was about to confirm her theories. “I think I actually might…”

But before he could finish, the hill became too steep and Hunter promptly lost his balance. He unwillingly surrendered Willow’s hand as his arms flailed to his sides trying to save him from tumbling forward. Willow rolled beside him, keeping her eyes on him as she tried to grab his hand again. When she realized she couldn’t, she improvised and reached out to grab in an embrace, trapping his arms at his side as she clung to him tightly. They continued to skate down the hill at increasing speed as Willow tried to ease gently into the breaks so they wouldn’t go flying.

Finally, they reached flat land and when they did Hunter arrived deeper in Willow’s embrace, his cheek pressed firmly against hers as she shut her eyes, focused on keeping them safe. All he could focus on was how close they were. She lifted him off the ground, not knowing her own strength and all he could do was just be lifted by her.

Their faces were touching, oh Titan their faces were touching!

He swore he wasn’t breathing, he swore time stood still as he floated in some parking lot being held tightly by Willow Park. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo, a collection of jasmine and mango.

“You okay?” She asked, opening one eye to make sure no damage had come to him.

“Never better.” He squeaked. He wondered if he even weighed anything to her.

“We made it,” she declared gleefully, and he was so close he could feel the smile on her face. He was so lost in the euphoria of being so close to her he had totally forgotten the reason for it. Then his eyes registered where they were.

And in record time too.

“We made it,” he breathed as she set him down. How had he ever doubted her?

“Not quite yet,” she said as she took his hand and led him once again. “C’mon!”

They slid through the side entrance and something about it made Hunter feel oddly… giddy. Willow sped ahead of him like a bullet, her brow furrowed in determination as she raced against the clock.

“Move aside!” She announced to a few lingering students walking through the halls. “Precious cargo, coming though!”

He laughed, in spite of himself, feeling like he was in a dream. Being with her in the hall now instead of against her felt… right. This was how she saw the world: fast, exciting, scary. Normally he was just a mere star she passed by, close for only a brief moment before her orbit spun her elsewhere. But now he was fully caught in her gravity, hoping to be a moon, a sun, a comet; anything that followed her closely. Anything she’d let him be.

All too soon, they were outside the classroom where Hunter was to give his presentation. Willow could see they were still setting up and Hunter would get his chance to do his presentation.

“We did it!” She declared victoriously, wiping the sweat from her brow. “We did-.” She looked up at him in excitement but was taken back when he didn’t share her elatement. Instead, his focus was on her. He was looking at her like she was some precious jewel he had been searching for his whole life. “What’s wrong? Do I have something on my face or-.?”

“You’re amazing,” he said like the phrase took all the air in his lungs.

She gave a tiny chuckle as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. It wasn’t what she had been expecting to hear but she certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Well hey, don’t waste all your charm on me, student council,” she teased. “Getting here was the easy part, you still have a speech to give.”

“Right,” he said with a rare smile. Willow wondered why he didn’t smile more, he had such a pretty smile. “Anyway, thanks for all your help. I… really appreciate it.”

“Anytime,” she said, and Hunter swore a rosey halo surrounded her. As he was admiring just how picturesque she was, a mischievous smile crept onto her face, as she allowed her wheels to bring her closer to him. “Um, excuse me, student council member Wittebane, but wearing roller skates in the hallway is against school policy, in case you weren’t aware.”

He offered her a shy, playful smile, running his hand through his hair as he leaned against the lockers, absentmindedly sending a chill up Willow’s spine. She caught him off guard and for a moment he was a little silly. Like he felt safe enough to be.

“Well, I guess I have to make an exemption today,” he said, his voice possessing a lighter tone that Willow was certain few people had ever heard. She liked it. She watched him quickly sink to the ground as he began to undo the laces on the skates as she handed him his shoes from her bag.

“Tomorrow morning though, no roller skating in the hallways,” he said, mocking himself as he wagged his finger at her. They both knew she wouldn't listen.

“But what if I’m running late?” She said innocently as she helped him back onto his feet once he had returned to his shiny dress shoes. “I have classes on opposite sides of the school, how else am I supposed to get there in time?”

“Well uh, I’m sure I could assist somehow,” he said, clearing his throat. He owed her one after all. “I could get you a special hall pass or help you plan a route or-.”

“Maybe you should start walking me to class,” she suggested.

“As punishment?”

She shrugged. “If you wanna call it that,” she said, brushing some invisible lint off of his shoulder. “Here, lemme fix your tie. Can’t have you beating my record for dress code violations, now can we?” She made sure he didn’t reflect the journey too much, adjusting his pin as well. Even after all that, he still managed to look so pristine. Maybe it was his posture, or his height, or the sharp definition of his jawline but his demeanor just seemed like it was permanently studious. Like he had a shell that extended to his heart. Like the cracks in his composure could only be seen up close and Willow wanted more than anything to have them memorized. Willow had caught glimpses of these cracks before, when she made a joke that caught him off guard and summoned a smile or dared him to joke back before following up with policy and procedure. These cracks didn’t make him foolish or fragile as she knew he worried they did, no: they made him shine.

The classroom was becoming louder as Amity tried to gain control so they could start and Hunter knew they’d be starting soon. But all he wanted to do was watch her fuss over his tie like she just wanted an excuse to be close to him.

“Willow, I-,” he started and her eyes instantly darted up to him. He then realized that that may have been the first time he had used her first name. He said it so gently, like he was worried he wasn’t worthy of it. She looked at him with wide eyes, like she hoped he’d say it again.

“Yeah?”

“I uh… I guess better head inside,” Hunter said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice. Both because he didn’t want to leave and because that wasn’t what he wanted to say.

“Guess you’d better,” she echoed, though she did not release him.

“But thank you again,” he said. “For helping me, for getting me here. No one’s ever done something like that for me before.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I have plenty of experience with being a no one, huh?” She said coyly. She knew he was about to protest, but before he had the chance to, she rose up and slyly pressed a quick kiss to his check. “Good luck, Mr. Student Council,” she whispered with a playful wink, doing one more small spin before skating away, leaving him stunned by the lockers.

She knew she had left a faint lipstick mark on his face, and from the corner of her eyes she noticed that he could not bring himself to wipe it off before finally heading inside.

Must not be a dress code violation, she thought to herself. Good to know.

[himeryu]

– Love Rivalry: 50. closure

kaveh x reader

FOR THOSE WHO ARE CONFUSED

Albedo asked Kaveh for a favor: let you and Alhaitham talk. That is why Kaveh was kinda telling you to talk to Alhaitham. At first he didn't want to because he knows you're hurting but deep down he knows you need the closure you deserve, that is why he kinda told you to talk to Alhaitham. Alhaitham told you what he felt during your time spent together; He asked why you did you change since you changing is the reason why he started to like you. You talked to Scara about it and he told you what he observed all those years ago: Scara believed you were falling for Alhaitham, that is why you wanted to be his friend. Because of your conversation with Scara, you further understood your feelings. You told Alhaitham that you liked (past tense btw) him. You also understood why Alhaitham hurt you 2 years ago which was to ruin his chances with you (hint, self sabotage). You are aware that even if you and Alhaitham didn't argue, you both wouldn't be compatible. That is because in the end, you'd hurt each other (which what happened 2 years ago, basically saying that even if you didn't argue with him, it would eventually happen, it just happened early). Anyways you and Alhaitham finally got the closure you both needed.

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SYNOPSIS You’ve been rejected by your academic rival, alhaitham, without even confessing or having feelings for him. You decided to go to a party to fix your damaged ego, so why are you suddenly making out with his roommate?

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Hiro x cosplayer! Reader ʚ♡ɞ

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!reader

Honestly hiro is pretty shocked that you cosplay

Well not if you’ve been more than open about your interests in anime, comics and basically any media that is big on cosplaying

Just shocked when he decides to walk into his room /lab and was going to apologize for keeping you waiting and you pull up in a whole ass hatsune miku cosplay or sum

Like he’s Fr shocked he’s just standing there like 🧍‍♀️

And if you turn around and pose all cringe then it’s the death of him- get out

No but in all seriousness let’s talk about it

If your friends with hiro then your most likely than not a prodigy at SFIT so once you show him your cosplay he’s seriously shocked at the materials

(If it’s self made)

He’ll literally be all over it and ask what you use and how u made it and-

Like 🧍‍♀️ calm down

Honestly gets to the point where he gets used to you just showing up somewhere in full cosplay (mostly cuz he calls you when you barely dressed up which he feels guilty for)

Anyway, if you’re cosplayer then let’s just assume you post TikTok’s or on insta about your cosplays

Once hiro gets your TikTok/insta all your notifications are just of him and his nerdy ass username liking and commenting on all your posts

I mean at least hes a supporter 🤷‍♀️

In the time he feels like being in a silly goofy mood then he’ll comment some shit like “this ugly as hell” or something like that

He’d probs get people replying to his comment bashing him and you’ll have to calm them down 😭

But sometimes u just let them bash him 🌝

Anyway, with how often you cosplay the idea of having matching cosplays with hiro eventually gets brought up

He tries his best to be nice and decline without implying anything but it’s hard to let the idea go 😔

So eventually he agrees and when you suggest dressing as Sebastian and Ciel (in his pink dress) or just any female and male pairing while implying you want him to be dressed as the girl then he’ll decline

He’s just not about that if it’s a cool ass cosplay idea then he’s all in

He’ll probably be all fidgety while you put makeup on him and the wig—

Let’s not talk about it 😭 he’s seriously insufferable during the whole process 🧍‍♀️

Eventually tho, hiro makes it onto your page and people go seriously wild

Especially if it’s a trendy dancing TikTok or reel then people love it (and also mention hiro being cute 🤨)

You literally reply with “Nuh uh” on a comment as a joke and literally a second later hiro replies to yours with “yuh huh”

It’s not really that he likes the attention, not at all

But just doing it to get you worked up tbh🧍‍♀️

Honestly think hiro would look good cosplayed as hanako from tbhk

Just me? Let me know lmao

Anyway it eventually reaches back to cass and whenever she sees you dressed up she thinks it’s cute 😭

She also takes pictures of you two and frames them, gotta love millennials

Anyway, even if hiro doesn’t go in cosplay he’ll still accompany you to cons if you want to go

Ofc cass will go with or if not then the group will just for safety cuz cons be…. Concerning

Honestly overall hiros is pretty chill and even when he doesn’t cosplay you can always see him in the back of your videos/photos 💀

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : new years?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Christmas...

SUNNY'S SO CUTE AUGHHHHHHH... I drew a twitter mental breakdown emote trust me I'm going through it. Sunny looks so cute. My roommate and I have a black cat called sesame bun, but she doesn't register on polaroids or film so I cry a little each time I see photos of her. Wish I had your number so I could send you photos of her, but that's against FOATA policy, so... oopsie.

You forgot to get their number?? That's an insane thing to say. How do you just casually— okay, well, on that topic, I forgot to get the number of the dude I was making out with on new years as well. It doesn't help that I was so drunk that I barely remember what he looks like. All I know is that he was hot and at the same new years party as me. I don't even remember what he called me. He was just so... hot. Okay, sorry, this isn't about me. This is about you. YEAH. I'M SHAMING YOU FOR NOT GETTING THEIR NUMBER (joke) And, yes, you used it right)

We're friends. I promise lol.

I live with my best friend! We're actually day ones and when she started working her current job, I was there with her at her first event. I can't say too much about her, but we've lived together ever since. I'm like... her stay-at-home best friend? Something like that. I earn less than she does, and she bought the whole apartment with her first paycheck, so now I just do everything that a husband would. Basically, I cook and clean on days I don't work and I dry her hair for her after her showers.

She helped me a lot (well, I live in her apartment so there's that) and I just love her so much :(.

The other two in our little group in high school also went into the same industry as her, except in different directions, so we see them every now and then. Sisters before misters or whatever. She and I are 4 lifers.

As for stuff about me... not too much to say. I told you all of my defining factors already. Sesame bun was adopted when we first got the house, so she's like four years old now. Cute little girl. I attached a keychain I ended up winning from another Ada event. I have one already, so I figured it would be better in your hands.

Hope you get that model's number, scrambled eggs

You seal the letter and toss it on your bedstand by your phone and head to the kitchen instead of bed because 1. you're hungry, 2. you're hungry, 3. you're hungry. You want a quick snack.

"Hey." Ada raises a brow at you at the sight of your laptop in hand. "Killing half of your reading population again?"

"It's just the comfort now." You yawn. "I want ramen."

"Shin noodles is not ramen." Ada pauses. "Also, no. You're cutting for your next shoot, remember?"

"God, can't they CGI it or something? God forbid a human eat for once." You huff, grabbing a pack of konjac jelly instead, huffing as you pop open your laptop. "I hate this industry."

"It's not that you can't eat."

"Where's the medicine for blood sugar?"

"You already had one today. You'll be fine." Ada hands you a jerky packet, and you groan in bliss.

"China my beloved."

Ada rolls her eyes, going back to her phone to text her relatives again. "Anything you want mailed this time?"

"阿尔卑斯..." You mumble. "Alps lollipops my beloved... please..."

"I'll let them know. Anything else?"

"QQ gummies are here now, huh?"

"Yeah." She pauses. "Let's have them mail some anyway."

"Love you."

"Yeah, yeah. Anything else that they can legally mail over?"

"Oh, I want gum."

"Extra?"

"Yuh. The white packaging one." You grin. "I'll dedicate this chapter to you again."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You blow a kiss at her, and she rolls her eyes.

"Sap."

"I'M HURT."

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[silvertws]

"Hermit craft" and other ccs because they are cool. STAR WARS AU (I think imma do different ones depending on like Prequels, Sequels, and Present or whatever it's called yk, droids, Vader and Kylo)...? Unsure I'm just doing Vader now.

*Cries in the amount of research I'm going to have to do*

Xiuma and Mumbo -> def mechanics, ships repairing, Mumbo never drove any of his fucking ships, he would suck as a pilot, Xiuma is good at it tho!

Grian -> one of the best, if not the best pilot in the galaxy -> does bro have the force? Yuh, does he know or use it? Nuh uh also Pearl's sibling, they got separated when little.

Scar -> co-pilot of Grian, has a motored wheelchair, he's the most curious one out of the two. He is the one that tells Grian to do something and join the rebellion.

Doc ->maybe some imperial scientist of some kind???? He scares me.

Scott... You scare me but! Leader potential? Scavenging with Cleo, Scott -> the brain, Cleo -> them muscles, she's a skilled blaster fighter, possibly Mandalorian..? We're there mandalorians of that species....?????Cleo is a Togruta def.

Pearl -> definitely started off as a Padawan, sister of Grian -> = older (aka, yes the gist of "mf is too old to be trained, but his sister ain't, YOINK"), yeah he was not pleased. Pearl basic doesn't remember him, like, she knows she has a brother somewhere, but yk. Yeah so, Master dies, obviously 🙄, cause you know order 66, still debating who that should be... Uhhhhh Maybe Impulse? Yes you're dying boi. Be sad. Someone has to. So yeah, she escapes, and then I'm going to presume she's going in hiding... With another surviving Padawan... Maybe Gem, yeah. Yeah shiny duo why not. So they go into hiding, they survive by themselves, somehow, a bit of thievery never hurt anyone... Oh wait.

Anyway happiness doesn't last.

Bye bye Pearl, to get captured and become a sith you gooo.

Sorry Gem <\3 you'll see each other again.

While Pearl is "busy" turning to the Darkside and Just not having s good time, Gem joins the rebels, not revealing her past, he's lightsaber was broken during her qnd Pearl's escape after all. She does still have her Kyber cristal (green..? They focus more on defending to my knowledge, plus healing? Something like that) Pearl's used to be blue.

So yeah, Gem joins the rebels, where she does missions here and there and meets people like Tango.

Tango -> Pilot, and one of the leaders of a small squad that usually does ambushes to the Empire. (This is due to how fucking mental this guy was with EVERYTHING last season, he deserves to have a leading and planning spot)

Etho is a spy for the rebels. No questions asked. He is. Why? Don't exactly know...? He gives me spy vibes. Mf works for the Empire but is a double agent.

Joel and Lizzie have a bar where they try to keep it neutral, they don't enjoy the empire but don't want to risk loosing what they have to actively fight. They do hide rebels from time to time and share some rations. They know Tango, since he's the one who usually contacts them and also hid there a couple of times. They also know Etho since he goes there whenever he's dispatched to the planet.

Yes. The "Etho stop being obsessed with me" joke lives on.

Now... Owen. You sir. Terrify me. You're very scary as a villain but very adorable as a hero which you know what that means.

BETRAYAL.

oh this mf is playing the rebels like fools!

Nobody suspects the nice mechanic and co-pilot to be an imperial spy... Definitely didn't install a tracker on the ship AND the droid.

Grian and scar + Cleo and Scott + Etho, Gem, Owen all know each other.

Cleo and Scott do not care to join the rebellion and probably never will.

Scar convinces Grian to help.

Etho squad and Scott team have often had fights because of one stealing stuff before the other.

Joey is a pirate with Sausage, Skizz and Martyn. The often had fights with literally all of the other teams.

Ren -> imperial general.

Jimmy -> you know what..? Bounty hunter. And you may think. Jimmy..? A bounty hunter? Bro u cray cray, Nuh uh. Listen. Listen. He's not HORRIBLE at his job, he's not super great either. But he does get enough cash to survive.

Now. Who has a bounty on them..?

Literally everyone I mentioned tbh-

But for plot, and because you guys love flower husbands, I'm gonna go with Scott.

So yeah goofy bounty hunter×the one mf who keeps on slipping away.

And yes, he does go to Joel bar to complain and Joel keeps on taunting him about it.

Ok now.

We did flower husbands.

So I think it's time for the Nature wives.

Shelby is indeed a force user... Or maybe a Witch from Dathomir??? Or maybe.. ok.

Let's say.

She goes to Dathomir.

And like, I remember basically nothing about that so please don't come for me for inaccuracies.

If I remember, from Star wars fallen order (I have not played survivor yet.), the witches are dead. Except one yk, our beloved girlypop, so idk if I should do Shubble being the last one, and meeting Katherine as she crashed down on her planet. Or idk.

Also Katherine is a princess 100%

Think about her like Leia, cool, badass, and fights, I'm thinking for her to be a Mandalorian, because fighting you know. Wither that or she's just the princess of idek. My memory of the planets and systems is very limited ok? I'm very bad with names...

So yeah, maybe a bit of a black lightsaber situation could happen? Idek.

BigB and B-Dubs... I again have no idea.

I don't watch these two- they could be bounty hunters...? Merchants...???? Mercenaries....???? No clue- I mean, I have basically 0 villains planned but I don't think either of them could be an inquisitor or a general/commander of some kind- and I don't know how I wanna do the stormtroopers so... They could be Jedi masters? Maybe one died and the other didn't? Maybe they both died to protect the Padawans? Maybe they're both alive..???? Ughhhhhh ToT

I definitely need to put more villains-

But I don't wannaaaa ToT like sure, the pirate gang, sure, bounty hunter Jimmy.

But the inquisitors brooo.

Like other than Pearl idkkk

She slays so hard she doesn't need other inquisitors-

Like idek know who to make the BBEG

cause like... Scott could definitely be Vader ok. I know. I Know........ And Cleo be an inquisitor??? But I like Jimmy and Scott possible dynamic as bounty hunter×that one mf-

Likeeee arghhhhh

Ren is just too Goofy to be plays as a BBEG

Owen just has to betray someone ok? He needs the switch up.

Uhhhhhh...

Literally idek-

Do I randomly put Kier and Dev into this???

Quackity?????

Philza and Tommy could definitely be Jedi Master and young Padawan...

Like Ranboo is not giving villain.

Technoblade definitely would but, I don't want to put him in... In case I get yelled at TwT

Niki could be an inquisitor- definitely giving "the Jedi are corrupted at and so I decided to kill them all as revenge for taking away my childhood and my right of choice". So yeah.. definitely a "Padawan indoctrinated by the Darkside becomes inquisitor". Kinda like Pearl? But she didn't get tortured- it was kinda her choice sooooo. I guess I'm putting Niki in

FableSMP members???? Do I just put Fable as the BBEG????He could be more like Palpatine than Vader tho, since the manipulation and being well, powerful as fu- like, he works...Ok now I have ideas for FableSMP characters... Enderian would def be a witch of Datomir, my only issu with that is that I don't exactly know how that would work with Centross.

But. For what does work.

Wolf/Fenris??? Idk how it's written.

Used to be an imperial general, betrayed Fable. When he realized his kingdom was not safe even if he stayed with him.

Rae -> in this universe Enderian is out of the picture, like not even mentioned, sorry girly.

Rae is the child of Isla, who was the queen of whatever because again, this is just me writing down dumb ideas. So, Rae and Icarus were sent away when he was little by Isla, who wanted to keep him away from the empire's arms due to his connection to the force.

Icarus -> older sibling to Rae, has no connection to the force, (no Quixis, you're not doing shit this time >:(), when them and Rae were sent away, they didn't understand why fully. As he got older they resented Rae because they felt like if Rae didn't have a connection to the force then they'd be able to be a family. But that resentment soon moved to the force itself, the stores about the Jedis, the sith, all that chaos. They don't know exactly how to help Rae, all they can do is try to protect him from the empire. (I'm giving Rae and Icarus a good-ish relationship ok? We all need that)

Momboo and Ocie -> are sisters, both use the force and both were trained by the Jedis, needless to say they are not like 20 yo, I think imma make them around 35/40..? (Safe to say Icarus and Momboo won't have a relationship.No.)

They both survived order 66 but got separated.

Now for the angsty part.

Momboo during her travels tried to find and protect kids gifted with the force. She would then proceed to die, leaving Jamie and Uhh fuck I don't remember their name, well, her other kid ok? With one message, to find Ocie, she could help them.

Ocie did not have as much maternal instincts as her sister, but, she picked along a small child, Oscar, a child made orphan by the empire. I'm figuring out the species still. She would settle down, she thought she was away from everything, that she could heal. Then Momboos kids came, and boom, training arc for those little shits. (/Sarcastic /not mean /please I'm not serious)

Centross -> now, I know in FableSMP he's not on Fable's side but Enderian's, the problem with that is that I think that the only thing that fits Enderian is a Dathomir's witch. And I don't exactly know how that could work. Like sure, let's make her a sith, but she's supposed to be like on Fable's power level, and she's definitely not a Jedi. So. For Centross, he could 100% be an inquisitor. 100% not even questioning it. This is based upon when he was violet reaper, yes yes, I am aware he was not on Fable's side, but I believe Fable is more fit as Palpatine than Enderian, sorry girlboss. Also sorry Centross, you're not getting a redemption arc.

Origin members..?????? (Except you know who ofc)

Do I just mix up some Steve Saga like- I CAN'T DO THAT YK.

Like so many but yet arghhhhh

Idkkkkk

So many possible heroessss.

Like the only ones I KNOW could be great villains for sure are Pearl, Scott, and Owen. And Scott and Owen are the only ones who I could see as the BBEG.

But again, you know... TwT

Can't use Scott, Owen is already a traitor, unsure if he should be using the force.

And Pearl is just- s c a r y but she will have a redemption arc so yk.

Ughhhhh

Like Gem could also have villain potential but likeeeeee

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I will maybe get more ideas in the future once I've done more research.

Please this is just a draft so don't come for me and the inaccuracies. I'm not even sure I'll actually bother to write an actual storyline, this is for funzies. Also the ages of characters might vary from the originals because again, this is an AU.

Also if anyone sees this and knows how to write and for some reason does anything with this, cool! :DDD it's not gonna happen, but cool!

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Hi hello, not like I’ve done this 3 million fucking times!

I’m Bee! I use she/her pronouns, and am straight! I’m a writer and artist!

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The fandoms I love are:

Dandy’s world

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Hobie's Hobbies

Everyone knows Hobie Brown, Spider-Punk, the punker that loves breaking the rules and challenge authority with no remorse what's no ever. He's a man- err, man? Heck, he doesn't believe in social contrast like gender or sexuality. But let's say this Punker is one about expressing one's self without hurting nobody, to protect people's lives and rights.

Hobie Brown is for the People, his love causes waves to many hearts and in his world he always makes BIG CHANGES! He has the power and voice to do so, yet his appearance always the first to be judge without knowing his goofy personality. The fun lovable Hobie wearing dark and spiked clothing to fit his subculture and style.

One of the biggest secrets many found out about him when they got closer to him, especially his Sunflower is his hobbies involving sewing, knitting, crocheting, and crafty.

Good old Capitalism is never getting him, since he always- ALWAYS find ways to make things work. Need a part of shoes? Don't worry, he'll use the five finger discount from a Cooperate store to get them. Need a new shirt because that old shirt have holes? No worries, he'll sew it right up or make it into a completely different shirt.

His sewing machine has been his old reliable from the beginning of his young life. When he first was a squatter/homeless at the age of thirteen, he had only the old shoes he wore that the soles were ripping off, and old hand-me downs shirt and pants from his older brother. He had to learn quickly how to reuse and savage old clothing he found from the streets or find ways to layer up when winter was coming. So many bouncing from one warehouse to another, until he was able to find a group of teenagers struggling the same thing.

They work together, through listening to underground music they were able to become a family. Soon, he met many people that were willing to teach their own hacks or life skills.

One old homeless woman to him under her wing and they share a little home at an abandon run down building that was once part of the Projects. She use to be a fashion designer, yet with the dictatorship running the States, many rules about modest dressing, and freedom of expression went out the window.

This lead her in jail and lost everything even her name! She became homeless, and found ways to survive by making clothes for anyone she met on the streets. Luckily she didn't have to sell herself or do drugs, her duty was to sew and make clothes from simple trading or cash.

Hobie learns her ways even though she was a tough teacher, very mean at times with her thick Haitian accent coming out ever now and then. Every time he sews, he could remember her commenting on his crappy stitches by hand, "Ki kaka sa? Yuh hav to be able to make a proper stitch! Now, do it again!" She would smack his hands then rip the work for him to redo, "I'm only teaching you how to do it right. You want your clothes to last! Quit makakri around! Now, do a basic running stitch. Yur not eatin' until we get it right!"

"Awe, but aunty! Zelda please!" fourteen year old Hobie would beg her to be easy on him, but that only made her more tick off.

Hobie remembers how she would curse him out for complaining, because she knows their world is cruel. The people around them treating them like shit. He never did a proper thank you to her, then again, Miss Lowe is never one for affection. After all, she's half Caribbean woman- never that affection by physical touch but through silence or gentle pats. Sometimes harsh comments are her most affectionate ways for her to express.

Anyway, he knew everything about sewing through her and he started to create his own clothing from what he could get. This made him very crafty, he's able to look at any design and quickly replicate it. If his friends wanted leather bracelet with stubs, he can make it in a split second.

This went as far as technology and cracking codes, anything advance computer science can be cracked by him. It's something he learn quite young that he's a very smart person, but he wouldn't found out if he didn't knew how to sew.

Now, in a better place living in the comforts of his Poly, his boathouse, he can enjoy making more fashionable clothing or knit/crochet stuff for his friends in peace.

Back to the present, Miles looks at the dress he's sewing for his baby sister's birthday. "Ugh, I can't get these material to work! Maybe I should tell my mami to buy that other dress. But that dress is so expensive almost 2k!" He sighs at the big pink puffy dress, he tries to sew a perfect line of the fabrics, but one of the fabric isn't forgiving.

The punker came by having to eat a cherry popsicle, chilling at his boyfriend's couch. Watching his boyfriend using his mother's sewing machine, which they rarely use, having trouble sewing. He saw his Sunflower looking stressed out, then went over to look at, "You might need to use a fabric patch on the delicate material, luv."

"Really?" Miles being nineteen years old, he didn't know anything about that. Yes, he cosplay, but he always uses hot glue sticks or staples when stitching can take too long for him.

Hobie patted his back, "Let me try." His Sunflower let him sit on the chair, then he inspects the items in front of him.

Miles watches Hobie starting to fix the dress, every part Miles did he remove and fix it to improve the stitches, "Your stitching here is too loose, and here too tight. You need to pace yourself and this right here?" He shows two fabric together falling apart from one of the messy stitches, "It's gonna fall off by this end being loose! Luv, what are you doing?" He chuckles at the dress.

"I know, I suck! But my mom always wanted Billie's first dress to be special. We thought we could make it from scratch since the dresses we saw in the shops weren't the right color or style. It was a bit too Baptist for my mom tastes." Miles sighs being exhausted, "I wanted her to help me but she's super busy with work and I have to watch my little sister since-" The baby monitor turns on by waves of his baby sister crying, "See."

Miles got up to go over to check on his sister, "She's probably hungry."

"No worries, Sunflower. I can have this dress up and ready before her birthday party." Hobie saw the idea sketch of the dress, "So, you want flowers and butterflies on it?"

"Yeah, my mom thought fairies and butterflies would be a cute theme. I thought she would pick Bluey, or Baby Shark or Minnie Mouse." Miles giggles coming out of the room holding a teary eye Billie, "But I think she wants a Tinkerbell theme, but with pastels." The baby girl wore a strawberry onesie with a strawberry bonnet as she sniffs being calm by her brother's hug.

"It's a nice choice, all the sparkles and frills." Hobie hums as he looks at the sketches of the dress being a light pink second layer of the skirt with soft yellow and green, even there's wings design. "You made the wings?"

"Oh yeah! That was easy! Hot glue gun is always my best friend." Miles grins as he kisses his baby sister's cheek, "Awe, boo-boo. You hungry?" She snuggles her brother being clingy.

"Why not make her a strawberry fairy." Hobie chuckles at the baby's outfit.

"Hahaha, she would be cute as Strawberry Shortcake!" His boyfriend went to get Billie's formula ready.

"She would make a darling Strawberry Shortcake, I always liked Orange Blossom."

"Really? Why?" Miles asked once he mix the formula with lukewarm water, then giving a good shake. The little baby drools at her lunch wanting to eat.

"Because she reminds me of you, luv. You're my cute Orange Blossom." The punker made his boyfriend flustered.

"What? I feel like I'm more of a Ginger Snap." He fed his baby sister going over to an arm chair to sit down and feed his sister. Little Billie happily drinks her bottle while listening to her brother and his boyfriend.

"Huh, never thought about her. Who do you think I would be?"

"Lemon Meringue." Miles grins at him.

The punker burst out laughing, "Not you picking the whites one out of the bunch?"

"Hehehe, okay. Okay. Let see, hmmm... Raspberry Tart? She's pretty spunky." His boyfriend points it out.

"Heh, I can see that." His punker boyfriend kept pressing on the peddle on the sewing machine and working on the fabric. "Do I look cute in Magenta, luv?"

"Yeah, you do." His boyfriend giggles, his eyes gleaming at him as he sat with his legs crossed on the muted grey armchair. Billie's chubby hands holds the bottle wanting more formula as she drinks. "Hey, eat slow bebé! You're gonna get a tummy ache."

"HMPH!" Billie grunts being so hungry." She ate like there's no tomorrow.

"She eats so fast like my dad." He laughs.

Hobie points out, "Apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Now, check this out, Sunflower!" He shows the perfect stitching of skirt of dress being so perfectly aline and hidden from sight.

"WOW!" Miles' eyes sparkles at the skirt of the dress, "Bae that's amazing! I didn't know you were that good?"

"Luv, I'm offended. You think I buy my cloths?"

"I didn't know you actually know how to sew sew? I thought you just making patches on your pants or jacket for fun."

"I know how to sew sew, Sunflower. I make my own jeans sometimes if not rip the ones I have and use other fabric for different color combos." Hobie chuckles with amusement as he kept going, "It won't be long till I finish the skirt but..." He looks at the size of the skirt's width around the waist then at Billie, "She's rather small..."

"I think I mess up on the measurements too, because it's lookin a bit big. I still got more fabric."

"Don't worry, luv. I know how to fix it around the skirt. Good thing I found out not before making the upper part of the dress." He saw the pencil made for marking fabrics and use it to make his marks. "I'm going to measure the little lass."

Billie drools as she pushes the bottle away being full. "AHH!" Her big brown eyes on Hobie then her brother.

"Okay, once I finish burping her." Miles hums as he got up to help his baby sister burp then his nose smell something odd, "And change her diaper."

"HEHEHE!" Billie laughs then grunts having her face buried into her brother's shoulder. "UGHHH!"

Miles sighs while his boyfriend cracks up by the baby making farts and pooping. "I didn't think she would go that fast!"

"Something is in the formula..."

"Hahaha," Miles went to change his baby sister.

After a twenty minutes, the Black Latino came with his sister and let the punker measured around Billie's waist, chest, and arms. "Alright. Luv, you can ease and watch some television."

"I feel bad that you're doing all the work. I wish I can help or repay you." Miles pouts.

"No worries, luv." His partner grins widely, then wiggle his eyebrows, "How about repaying me with some fun."

"You would want that, huh?" Miles snickers, "You want me to wear your band shirt without anything on, too?"

"Now, that's tempting."

"Hahaha, how about I go make you lunch?" His boyfriend went to turn on the television to play Monster Inc and set his baby sister in her play pen, "Okay, boo-boo. I'ma go make Hobie, his lunch."

"OHh! Ohh!" Billie's eyes glue to the television watching the movie, then grab a soft block to hit another block.

Miles went over to kiss his punker, "Mwah, you want a sandwich?"

"I want you." Hobie's eyes gleam with love, his hands wrap around his partner's waist.

"Pfft, cheesy! Come on, bae. Aren't you hungry?"

"I am. A sandwich with chips would be fine for me."

"Okay. I can do that." He gave his man another kiss then patted his chest, "You want soda?"

"Yes, luv. So didja mum order a cake?"

"Yeah, my dad took us to this Dominican bakery and order a Dominican cake with guava filling. It's gonna have sparkles, fairies and these glitter balls. Ha, you can tell my mom always wanted a girl because she's going all out." He took out the ingredients to make a sandwich.

"How was your first birthday luv?"

"You wanna see?" He asked.

"YES!"

Miles went into one of the bookshelves taking out a photo album, handing it back to his boyfriend. The punker flip through to find adorable baby pictures then photos of Miles' first birthday party. The theme was baby Mickey Mouse with soft blue, red and black with gold. There was baby Miles with his big doe eyes and big smile being carried by his dad while his mom kisses his round cheeks.

"Luv, you were cute."

"Hahaha, I was a cute baby." Miles smiles at his boyfriend, "Mickey Mouse is like a big thing with Latinos. I remember I went to my cousins' birthday parties with the same theme. Baby Mickey Mouse and his friends."

"My birthday was just a cupcake."

"Awe, baby." He frowns at his punker's childhood.

"Luv, it's alright. It's just... I wish I have a photo of me when I was a sprog." The punker flip through the book to find photos of his adorable partner being so small and curious. A photo of him dressed up a Winnie the Pooh while holding his rattle. These photos are a treasure!

"I bet you were a handsome boy!" His boyfriend hums.

"I'm still am! I'm your handsome boy, Sunflower." Hobie set the photo album to the side then he let his Sunflower sit on his lap to kiss.

"AH!" Billie shouts over with her own curious eyes on them.

Hobie playfully did a raspberry through their kiss making Miles grunts, "Ew, bae! You put spit on my lips."

"So? Come here, let me lick it off?"

"No," Miles rub off the split from his lips, "I'm gonna go make your sandwich!" He giggles when his punker snuggles him. "Bae!"

"I love you, Miles. I love you and being part of your family... you know that." Hobie mutters with his facing his Sunflower, his chin resting on his chest. "I love that I get to be part of Billie's life, too. I see her as my little sister."

Miles smiles at him, "I love you, too. I love that you are part of us, mi amor." He presses his forehead against his punker, "Your my soul mate, baby." This made the punker smiles widely then give a kiss on the lips.

"AHH!" Billie whines out loud, she saw them kiss looking so happy. "AHH!"

"I should," Miles looking bashful when he pulls away, "I should get that sandwich ready."

"Yeah, I..." Hobie also felt flustered, "need to finish this up."

"Don't work too hard, bae."

"I won't." Hobie felt his heart race, it's not like they kiss before. Maybe it's because he knows his Sunflower is the one and only for him. Perhaps he saw himself married to him- OH no, he can't think of that. He's still too young for those ideas. Instead he glances up seeing Billie smiling at him. "What is it?"

"Hahaha." She sticks her fingers in her mouth being amused at the punker.

"Funny, luv." Hobie chuckles.

The three spend their time together, Miles helps Hobie with the ideas of the dress. Since the punker thought less butterflies from the sketch would work for Billie to move around. They were talking about color lay outs and types of fabric working along.

When Rio got home from work, she sighs being super exhausted, "My god, today was hell!" She mutters.

"AH!" Billie came crawling with a sparkling skirt on.

"Oh, mi bebé!" Rio's moody feeling washed over when she saw her baby girl beaming with joy, she got low to pick her daughter up and gasps with delight, "What do you got on, mi vida?"

Billie's hands on her mother's face with laughter. "Oh mom, your home! You saw the skirt? Hobie made it!"

"Ello, Miss Morales." Hobie said being by the sewing machine as he kept working. "That's just the draft! Trial run!"

"Bae, it's a great skirt even for being the first one." Miles said out loud.

Rio said, "Wow, I didn't know you can sew, Hobie. It looks so nice." She touches the skirt to see the perfectly line stitches and band around her daughter's waist. "It's perfect!"

"Hahaha, thanks!" Hobie said with a smile on his face, "But this one will be the one. A simple splash of pink, green underneath and yellow over the top will make it sparkle!" He pins the band then start the machine.

"He's helping make her dress! I tried but... I messed up so much, mami!" Miles rub his neck as he eyes on his scraps from the floor.

Rio chuckles, "Tell me about it. I remember I would make some shirts crooked." She went over to the punker to see the dress, "Guau! You're really good."

"Just practice, Miss Morales!" The punker had an eye for details, he carefully work around the delicate sparkle fabric.

"Gracias, Hobie. I feel like we should pay you... this kind of stuff is a lot of work."

"Nah, I don't mind. I always sew clothes for my friends." He said, "And I like doing this."

Rio smiles at him, "Thank you, Hobie. I'm glad you are helping us, right bebé?" She coos at her little girl.

"Hehehe," Billie smiles at her mother's kisses.

"Hmm," Rio check her Smartwatch to find it's almost five, "Hmm, Jeff will be home soon."

"You wanna order Chinese?" Miles asked her mom.

"Yeah, that'll be better for me. I really don't want to cook." Rio sighs being tired, "Mi amor, can you make the usual order also Hobie what do you want let Miles know. I'll be right back. I need to shower." She kisses her baby girl before putting her in a playpen. The middle age woman had been dreaming of a warm shower since work, she wanted to feel relax after a busy day.

"Yes, Miss Morales." Hobie nodded.

Miles went to get a Chinese menu from a local restaurant near buy, "So bae, what you want?"

"Hmm," The punker rub his chin as Miles went over to sit on his lap and snuggle, "maybe some pork fried rice, fried chicken and beef with broccoli. Oh Egg-rolls!"

"You want some chips?"

"Yes! You know me so well." Hobie snuggles with him.

"AHHH!" Billie watches them.

"Okay, I'll make the orders. You should take a break, bae. Watch some tv and play with Billie." Miles kisses him on the lips before going to get his smartphone to make the call to the Chinese restaurant.

The punker went over to the couch to relax a bit, he lifts up Billie seeing the skirt dangling. "You like the skirt?"

Billie nodded then touches Hobie's face to feel his cheekbones, "Ma?"

"She's going to shower, lil one." He carries her letting her hold the remote as they watch My Little Pony, which Billie seems to enjoy.

Miles smiles when he saw his man relaxing after he made the order. Then went over to clean up the messy fabrics on the floor, "Since you know how to sew, maybe you can teach me?"

"Oh? You wanna be my student." His boyfriend teased.

"Hey, I need to know how to do this too. You seen my cosplays!"

"Hahaha, right. I can for 100 kisses, luv." Hobie hums.

Billie waves the remote speaking in sounds, "AHH! HAH!"

"Oh okay, I can do that." Miles kisses his man's cheeks multiple times, "Mwah one. Mwah! Two! Mwah-mwah! Four!"

"You got ninety six more to go." Hobie hums happily.

"AhhH!" Billie went over to her big brother for his kisses, "Ohh! Mmiii! MIII!" She fusses around being jealous.

Miles giggles, "I guess, I have to give her a hundred kisses too!"

"Awe, but I was first!" Hobie slouches his boyfriend being needy.

"There's enough of me to go around!" Miles giggles at the two.

Rio saw the three having fun making her smile before she went to the bathroom to shower. It wasn't long till the delivery guy from the Chinese restaurant came by. Miles pay the guy in cash plus tip, when he brought the bags into the home, Hobie went to help him while carrying Billie with one hand.

"Smells so good." Hobie's stomach growls.

"I know. I'm getting hungry." His Sunflower went to put the bags of Chinese food on the table, "I hope my dad gets home soon."

"Oh yeah, pops will sure love to see me here." Hobie grins at his partner.

"Hahaha, you always like picking on him, huh?"

"Yeah, Sunflower. Always gotta be the annoying boyfriend." The punker gave a nose nuzzle to his Sunflower, "You should know this by now." Miles giggles in agreement.

Billie looks up at them while she drools, "Uh?"

"Look away, lil bloo. This is only for me and your brother." Hobie kisses Miles while covering Billie's eyes.

Jeff walks through the front door being surprised to see Hobie kissing Miles, "AHEM!" He didn't need to see the punk smooching his son.

"DAD!" Miles quickly shove his boyfriend being shy, "Your home early!"

"I was able to get out early, after we solve a case. Looks like that Spider-man gave us the evidence we need to take down a drug lord." Jeff stares at Hobie, "I had a feeling there was gonna be some trouble."

"Da-ah-ad! Stop picking on Hobie!" Miles frowns, "Oh but mamí is here and we order Chinese food! We got Barbecue pork!" The light of joy through Jeff's eyes had shifted his whole mood when he heard that his son order his favorite dish.

"AAAPPPAAAA!" Billie reaches out for her dad being so happy to see him, she giggles.

Hobie grins, "You want pops to hold you?"

Jeff snorted, "That's Mr. Morales to you!"

"Bababa!" Billie nodded as she looks at Hobie with her finger wagging at him.

"Awe, love you too!" Hobie playfully teased the baby girl with kisses on her cheek.

"AHH!" She puffs her cheeks with anger.

"Okay. Okay! Gimme my baby gurl, she's gonna start crying cuz of you!" Jeff huffs as he took his daughter from the punker's hands.

Miles said to his dad, "Dad, don't be so mean to my boyfriend. He's just playing around." He hugs his punker like he was a protective shield from the chief of police.

Rio came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body and another around her hair wearing her flip flops, "Oh, hola, mi amor. How was work?"

"Hey, Rio! Just finished showering?"

"Yeah, food is here, too?"

"Yes, mami! I'll go get the plates and set up for dinner." Miles said.

After Rio went to her bedroom to changed, Miles and Hobie set up the table. Jeff plays with Billie for a bit, "Now, where did you get this skirt?" He asked his baby girl.

"Hehehe." Billie giggles.

Miles smiles, "Hobie made it!"

"Yeah, dad! I made it with these criminally hands." Hobie jokes having his boyfriend nudge his side.

"Bae, behave!" Hearing his man chuckling with delight, Miles could only rolled his eyes "Now, get the soda and help me finish set up the table."

"Hahaha, you tell him, son." Jeff chuckles with amusement how his son is able to have that punk on a leash.

Rio came out with her pajamas and her wavy hair damp, "Mwah," She went to kiss her husband's cheek, "How's my Chief of Police doing? Busy day?"

"Ohh, tell me about it." His hand took his daughter's hand to play with it. Billie's tiny hand was able to grab his index finger. "We solve the case no thanks to Spider-man, but man, I tell ya! With the evidence we got, that drug lord is getting life in prison possible with no parole!"

Rio smiles happily, "See, Spider-man is a good man. He gave you the evidence!"

"I know. I know. But it's hard working along him if he keeps going against the law." Jeff sighs.

Miles secretly smirking proudly at how impressed his dad was with Spider-man. Normally it's about him being a thug and breaking the rules, but this time it's something very positive. Hobie saw that and grins at his Sunflower.

"You saw Hobie making this cute skirt, apparently he knows how to sew! He's making Billie's birthday dress!" Rio happily said.

Now that made Hobie very happy, Miles knew if his boyfriend is happily head banging in his mind. "Mami, Hobie knows how to knit and crochet, too!"

"Oh really?" Rio put on hand on her hip being impressed. "I have some knitting tools and yawn. I did it when I was pregnant with Billie to keep my mind off from my strict diet." She recalls. "If you want. I can give it to you!"

"Awe, you don't have too, Miss Morales!"

"Oh I'm happy to give it to you! I know I'm not good with crafts like you and mi hijo!" She went into one of the cabinets from the living room to pull out a basket of knitting tools and yawn, "Here."

"Ohh, you got the good yarn too." Hobie's eyes gleam at the basket, he touches one of the yarn feeling its soft nice quality, "Thanks, Miss Morales." He felt like a kid in a candy store as he started to get his knitting needles some green yawns and quickly started to knit. With his speed of his handwork gave off, he happily bob his head side to side being in the zone.

"Bae, you gotta eat first then work on this." Miles giggles.

"Sorry, luv. It's been awhile since I knit something I want." He explains.

Rio claps happily, "Your really good, Hobie. You have quite the talent!"

"Awe, thanks, Miss M!"

Miles giggles, "Okay! We should start eating! Chinese food gonna get cold!"

"Oh, we don't want that!" Jeff grunts, "I want a hot meal after a long day's work!"

"I can feed Billie! You and mami should eat!" Miles happily said.

"Awe, thanks, mi vida." Rio happily kisses her son's cheek having to smother him with all her love.

Billie waves her hands, "AHHH! AHHH!" She wanted her brother's hugs!

Hobie playfully tease Billie after her mother went to serve herself dinner, he hug and kiss Miles. "My Miles!" He chuckles.

"AHHH! AHHH!" Billie's eyes widen getting upset.

"BAAAEEE! Your gonna upset her!"

"See I knew your trouble!" Jeff grunts.

At the family table, Miles fed Billie some formula while everyone eats. Jeff asked, "So how was every else' day?"

"Busy! I had one patient- a teenager boy kinda dress like you," She looks at Hobie, "and got into a car accident where a shard of glass got into his neck and completely miss his artery. He was one lucky boy."

"What! That's insane!" Hobie gasps, loving Rio's hospital stories. Something about her explaining about the crazy stuff in there always fascinate him.

"Wow, imagine the surgery to perform?" Miles asked out loud.

"It's very tedious work, especially when there's a lot of sensitive nerves, and veins." His mom explained.

"Terrible thing to happen at a young age." Jeff explain before shoving fried rice into his mouth.

"It was. His mother was a mess. I'm just glad he survived the surgery and is healing." She said, "it's traumatic stuff."

Miles nodded, "Yeah, that's crazy."

"What about you two? I thought Miles was making the dress" Jeff asked, eyeing Hobie and Miles seeing they were alone hanging out.

Hobie chuckles, while Miles answered, "I did but I sucked at it. it was falling apart and Hobie took over. We were talking about adding more flowers or butterflies."

"I say less butterflies since lil Billie boo gots to move around." Hobie points out.

"I like the butterflies from the sketch." Jeff said, "They fit the whole theme."

"What if we make a crown for her! Miles made the wings." Rio points out. "Maybe have the butterflies on the hem of the dress."

"Well, I can add a bit. It's just the fabric on the topic layer is delicate and can't be stitched so much or it'll rip. I think the flowers would be nice."

"Is the fabric okay for Billie to move around. I know some nice clothes can be itchy!" Jeff points out.

"The feeling of the fabric isn't scratchy." Miles said, "I think she'll be fine."

"I think the fabric is best to enhance the shape of the dress. I'm thinking making straight across neckline and use the sheer fabric over it. I'm planning in making the sleeves leaf like with the satin fabric and sheer fabric on top, too. I'm thinking we should really play with the fairy idea." Hobie explains as the Morales family pictures how the dress will turned out liking the sound of it.

"Ohh, that is a good idea. I haven't thought of that. I know, I drew a basic princess poofy dress, but the leaves idea does sound nice!" Miles nodded.

"What about her shoes? We got her white shoes for her." Jeff said.

"Oh make it like Tinkerbell. Add those cute puffs." Rio pointed out.

"Or Flowers?" Jeff asked.

The family kept talking about Billie's dress, sharing ideas and seeing what will work for the little girl. Billie watches them talking among each other while she relax in her brother arms. Hobie's hobby really saved Billie's first birthday dress!

[stawpny]

you can have some ny hc’s, as a treat

-he was blamed mostly for the Great Depression, even though it really wasn’t his fault.

-Mass is his favorite older brother and New York is Mass’ favorite younger brother.

-he is banned from Waffle House from starting a fight with Florida in one. That’s why in the state of New York, we don’t have any waffle houses, which is unfortunate.

-sharped tooth cat, will bite if get too close. (I can just imagine little cat York in a box that says this.)

- was a mafia leader (basically canon at this point) and committed many crimes.

-was a bartender and worked at a gay bar. (he has been gay for a loooong time)

- pizza cooker, bartender, police officer, waiter, chef, and government official. (These are all jobs he has done to commit crimes.)

CaliYork hc’s!!

- I firmly believe that Cal and York both have a matching bracelets. Cal’s says, “love you to the moon” and NY’s says “and to Saturn” (TAYLOR SWIFT REFERENCE⁉️⁉️)

-(married) NY would have a yellowish-orange bedazzled California poppy ring and Cal would totally would have a lipstick red colored rose that would also be bedazzled. They always have something to remember each other by.

- New York sits in Cal’s lap playing and fiddling with anything that Cal has on him. (Glasses, buttons on flannel, earrings etc…)

-If New York or California lay down somewhere, the other will follow and cuddle together.

-they have a vlog channel and no one can change my mind.

AAHAHAHSHAN THEY ARE SO PERFECT FOR EACHOTHER AAAHHHHH

anyways, that’s enough fangirling for one night

it’s is 11:30 and I need my slumber

I’m working on a huge ass fic thingy about history, and I suck at writing history so be prepared for that

yuh

byeeeee! ILY