#anyways i want a dragon i wanna boop and get booped by a dragon

[nebulousfishgills]

Oh the bliss of realizing we didn't have to put up with Criston Cole this week. Unmatched, crops watered, skin cleared.

[non-bionical-mecha-dude]

Hello! I saw that your requests were open I think. . . Anywhizzle. I have asked this to a few people already but I wanna see what different people will think and write. Could you write a Rise tmnt x gn yokai reader where the reader is maybe a dragon or some reptile with scales but the readers scales are always itchy? How would the turtles treat that? Also it was my birthday on the 25th and a lot of my friends forgot that. It would be a nice present is all I'm saying. Idk if you did a request just like this or anything already but I'm bored so ima follow you now. Bye for now!

HI! I know it's been like, idk, a year since I did one of these?? I'm sorry, I forgot Tumblr existed! Also, I'm very very sorry that you're friends forgot! And I'm very sorry, but, HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY! Anyway, let's get this started! (I'm gonna assume since you didn't say, Headcannons, I'm sorry if you wanted a one shot. Also, this idea was creative and cool!

ROTTMNT BROS X REPTILE ! READER

❤️❤️Raph❤️❤️

He totally understands

At first when he saw you get super itchy, he thought you were itching cause you were nervous or something, but that ain't the case.

When he later figured out that your scales needed some sort of moisture, he bought like, 10 bottles of different kinds of lotion

Boy didn't want his lover to be all itchy and uncomfortable, but he didn't know what kind/brand was best

Constantly reminds you to moisturize your skin

He drags his fingers along your scales sometimes, which is kinda sooth tbh

Sometimes his skin gets uncomfortable and dry and itchy (since he's a more aquatic type turtle, his skin needs a lot of moisture) he'll borrow some of your lotion

One time you were itchy, and just started rolling on the carpet cause that was the only thing that was helping your itchiness...but Raph almost stepped on you and shrieked before he did

It was kinda funny, but ever since then, he's banned you from any carpet rolling.

Sometimes he boops his beak against your scales, everytime you ask why, he dodges the question

He knows exactly how many scales are on your body (not in like a creepy way, more like a "I find myself gazing at you so often that I've found myself unconsciously counting your scales.)

Would definitely let you use his shell spikes as a back scratcher.

💙💙Leo💙💙

This dude is super confused as to why you keep on violently scratching your scales

At some point, he just kinda starts scratching your back, like, you'll both be sitting on the couch on your phones, and he'll just put his hand on your back and scratches in small circles.

Eventually he learns about your whole skin thing, and he tries to set up a skin care routine for you

(you CANNOT tell me this fruity ass turtle doesn't have a skin care routine)

Man hooks you up with the best lotions and moisturizers

He reads to you each of the French brands of lotion he has, but he isn't pronouncing any of them right

Helps you put on the lotion in hard to reach places, like your back

He finds it excellent bonding time to talk about whatever while you both do your skin routine thing

He likes to tap your scales, feeling the texture of each of them.

You bought yourself a back scratcher and he immediately stole it

"Is that my back scratcher?" "Ok, in my defense, have you EVER, tried to scratch the back of a TURTLE SHELL??? YOU CANT REACH BACK THERE!"

Yeahhh, took you a while to get it back

You had to buy him his own

💜💜Donnie💜💜

He definitely understands

As a soft shell turtle who needs moisture on his shell from time to time, he can understand the uncomfortable-ness it comes with your skin/shell drying out

Has his own special moisturizer he uses for his shell, and most likely won't share

But he will recommend you a lotion to use

Sometimes he'll hold your arm in his hand, examining your scales

DEFINITELY FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES AND DEFINITELY NOT BECAUSE HE LOVES YOUR SCALES, ABSOLUTELY NOT (wink wink)

He has S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N remind you of your moisturizer

One time before he knew about your itchy skin, saw you almost scratch yourself to the bone and was very concerned

He definitely makes you some sort of mechanical back scratcher (that definitely doesn't have a flame thrower build into it, that would be crazy (wink wink))

He asks you a hundred questions when it comes to your scales, like, are they water proof? What kind of tissue/material is it made of and do you have to eat specific foods to get the nutrients to continue to take care of said scales, ECT ECT

He'll find himself sub consciously staring at your scales and denies anything if you catch him

Whenever you start to itch, he sometimes looks away, cause just seeing you itchy makes his shell feel itchy and it is not a good feeling.

🧡🧡Mikey🧡🧡

Is very very worried when he sees you scratch yourself so violently

At first he thinks you've got fleas or lice or something, but when he figures out your scales make you itchy, he totally understands

Dude tries to hook you up with some good lotion (the first time he accidentally almost gave you bacon grease and mistook it for lotion, it was kinda funny)

Sometimes when he's bored, he'll ask to paint on your scales using body paint (if your scales are very irritated)

He makes simple stuff on them, painting sunsets, gradients, sometimes little icons or patterns, whatever keeps him busy and happy

He'll scratch your back for you sometimes, and at first it was ok, until his arm started hurting from scratching you for so long (it was only five minutes) and he had to stop, still, the thought that counts.

Will go Doctor Delicate Touch on you if you refuse to use your lotion/moisturizer for whatever reason

Will run your scales on your arms if it makes you feel better

And sometimes he'll nuzzle his face on them.

He tries to count your scales while you try to count his spots (he gave up lol)

If you say you're itchy, he'll try to distract you by doing something with you, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.

[isitbussinjanelle]

Baking Class

Just some of Raya being a little teasing shit after seeing one of @faithfulwarrior-og’s posts.💗

Raya: [squeezing icing]

Namaari: your doing it wrong.

Raya: I’m squeezing the icing aren’t I?

Namaari: no, I mean your not following the pattern shown in the image we’re supposed to follow for this baking class. [holds up the picture and points at the pattern] see?

Raya: aww, is someone gwumpy?

Namaari: [glares] I’m not grumpy.

Raya: [laughes] okayy. Relax, ‘Maari, it’s just a silly pattern.

Namaari: but we’re supposed to follow the image, like boun and sisu are. [gestures to them]

Boun: hi guys! [waves]

Sisu: we’re totally gonna ace this class with captain pop n lock as my partner!

Namaari: raya, give me the icing. We have little time, so I’m taking over.

Raya: [holds the icing away when she reached] aw, but you always take over. Shouldn’t I get to be in charge for once? [smirks]

Namaari: [blushes because she knew what’s she meant by that] y-you know what your doing.

Raya: I do. And is it working on you?

Namaari: I meant with the icing.

Raya: who said I didn’t? [winks]

Namaari: Raya.

Raya: Namaari.

Namaari: why do you always do this..

Raya: [shrugs] what ever I’m doing must be working, because you look so wet right now~

Namaari: [jerks her head sown] wait how did you- [grumbles]

Raya: HAHA MADE YOU LOOK MADE YOU LOOK NOW YOUR IN THE BABY BOOK :D

Namaari: [huffs] I hate you.

Raya: aw. You know love me. ;)

Namaari: [groans] shut up right now. [steps into her space]

Raya: [smirks] bestie are we about to kiss right now?

Namaari: [blushes intensely] j-just give me the damn frosting! [snatches it from her]

Raya: Ho Ho Ho, yes ma’am. Since you wanted to be the boss. [steps away to wash her hands]

Namaari’s mind: she knows how to push my buttons alright...

Namaari: at least now we can make this cake the proper way.

Raya: you know what? [grabs a rag to dry her hands] I was doing it wrong before, and I apologize. Please, show me the correct way to ice a cake? [leaning against the counter in the elbows]

Namaari, a little take aback: oh...w-well apology excepted? But I guess I can show you...I wouldn’t say it’s a challenge though. So what you’ll first wanna do is [trails on]

Raya, barely listening: [staring at Namaari’s lips] mhm...mhm...

Namaari: and then you just make little swirls and then....are you even listening? The cake is down there, dep la.

Raya’s mind: ugh I love it when she calls me that. Hot asf.

Raya: honestly, no. I had my eyes on an even better desert~ [winks]

Namaari: [turns red and groans] can you ever be mature?

Raya: not with you, no. Especially when it means I’m making you blush. ;)

Namaari: [eye roll] whatever. Let’s just finish making this cake, yeah?

Raya: okay. [grabs the icing]

Namaari: are you gonna do the right pattern this time?

Raya: maybe, maybe not. But I am gonna do this [tilts head up and squeezes icing in her mouth]

Namaari: [completely flustered because it reminds her of something else] uh...we’re not s-supposed to eat the icing Raya...

Raya: [continues, very well aware of what it looks like to Namaari] mhm~

Namaari: please. Please don’t make that noise.

Raya: what noise? :)

Namaari: [sighs] just forget it.

Raya: you mean the moaning noise? Does it remind you of something, Namaari? Remind you of the noises I make when you-

Namaari: [clears her throat to interrupt her because the class leader walks up to them]

Baking Class leader: Raya and Namaari! How are things going over here with your cake?

Namaari: uh...good kinda! But can you please tell her to stop eating the icing. We’re nearly done.

Baking Class Leader: oh, well Raya, you can’t eat the icing. She has a point.

Raya: [uses puppy dog eyes] O-oh...I’m sorry I- it just tastes really good...can I please eat more of it?

Baking Class Leader: [blushes] oh- um...well pfft- I don’t see why not I-I guess. C-carry on you too. [walks away fast with heart eyes]

Raya: [leans back in the table with a devious smirk] boom. That’s how it’s done. [eats more frosting]

Namaari: [chuckles] you sneaky little binturi. I don’t understand how you always get your way.

Raya: because I’m adorable, that’s why. Take notes.

Namaari’s mind: oh yes you are...

Namaari: I see your ego is working just fine.

Raya: mhm.

Namaari: alright, let’s actually make the cake this time. For real. Can I have the frosting?

Raya: what’s the magic word?

Namaari: [sighs] please.

Raya: hmm, it was actually baby powder, but I’ll give it to you anyways because your so cute. [boops her nose]

Namaari: [grabs the icing and squeezes some on her face by accident] I’m not cute.

Raya: yes you are. Also you’ve got a little something right there. [points to her own cheek]

Namaari: what is it? [feels round]

Raya: icing. Here let me get it [kisses her]

Namaari: [failing to function properly] y-you said it was on my cheek

Raya: and...?

Namaari: you kissed my lips..

Raya: oh. Oh yeah here’s your napkin by the way. [hands her a napkin]

Namaari: you- what was the point

Raya: I just wanted to kiss you. :)

Namaari’s mind: God, her lips are so perfect. So soft and lush.

Baking Class Leader: Alright class! You all have 10 left to finish your cakes! Then we will disperse.

Raya: let’s finish, shall we?

Namaari: [face still flushed] oh now you wanna listen?

12 minutes later...

Baking Class Leader: Awesome cakes everyone! You all did fantastic. I will see you all next wenesday for our next session!

Everyone: Thankyou! [all leave]

Raya: well that was fun wasn’t it?

Namaari: [grabs Raya’s hips and turning her around] if you think I’m not gonna punish you for those little stunts you pulled in there, think again. You owe me, baby girl. [winks and walks to their car].

Raya: [gulps] I...Uhh...

Raya’s mind: ...oh dragons what have I done help me...

[nightshade-minho]

-Embers- (1)

warnings: suggestive, future smut, themes of death

wc: 5.3k

teaser 

White specks of paint, scattered across an inky sky - they truly were beautiful. You adjusted yourself on the grassy hill, eyes closing as you tried to calm your nerves. Sighing, you ran your hand over crimson scales, trying to ignore the blinding lights of your village in the distance.

“The stars are beautiful tonight.”

You wished you could stay here forever. Where the only sounds that grace your ears are the deep rumbling snores of the enormous draconian creature you're curled up against. It's a comforting sound, and yet you knew you were going to have to leave soon. Your father would be absolutely enraged if you were late to such an important event- in fact, you were sure he’d have absolutely no qualms killing you in front of the entire village and crowning a broomstick as his heir instead.

Perhaps that's why you delayed the inevitable for a little longer, nuzzling your head against the dragon's hide. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you observed your bustling village from above, frantically getting ready for the festival and the welcoming. People were decorating their houses, painting murals onto their walls and making sure everything was perfect for the guests that would arrive tonight.

The streets were lit up with lanterns, and the people milling about outside their houses were dressed up in their best. The excitement in the atmosphere was palpable, and you could almost feel it from atop the hill.

Sighing, you looked to the side, your eyes meeting enormous yellow ones.

“Aeracus...I know what you’re thinking.” You sighed and curled up your knees to your chest. “And you’re right. I’m nervous, but also excited. I can’t believe we’re going to be seeing him again after all these years. Can you?”

The dragon slowly shook his head from side to side, and you chuckled. “Do you think he’s changed? Or do you think he’s still a feline-obsessed asshole?” You smiled, his laughter ringing in your ears as you reminisced.

Slowly though, the good memories bled into terrible ones. Loss and pain, mingling in your heart and taking over your emotions. The smile disappeared from your face as you remembered what had happened. The reason he left. The reason you weren’t allowed to participate in the championships that were to be a part of the festival’s celebrations...the reason the whole village considered you an outcast, despite being the chief’s daughter.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, pushing your hair back as you slowly stood up, dusting off your tunic. You pressed a kiss to the dragon’s neck, sighing.

“I’m going to go, Aeracus. Honestly, you should be grateful you don’t have to partake in these events.”

The dragon let out a disapproving rumble at that, and your face softened. That was a low blow. After all, it wasn’t his fault that he was forced to to refrain from joining his fellow dragons in the games. No, the blame was to be shared between you and Minho.

The felicity in your heart was intertwined with a faint sense of lingering sorrow. It happened so many years ago, and yet the echoes were still fresh in your mind...

You couldn’t deny that you were desperate to see him again. In fact, saying you were desperate would probably be an understatement. You were thrilled, electrified- and yet, oh so anxious.

You clenched your fists, taking in a deep breath and starting to descend the hill. You’d put it off for long enough.

***

“Children, listen carefully, now.”

The boy next to you didn’t heed the elder’s warning, continuing to draw on the back of his hand.

“Minho! Pay attention, or I will have to call your father.”

Minho looked up, scowling. He placed the chalk down and pursed his lips, directing his attention towards the clay figurines that were laid out in front of the elderly woman. You, as well as the 10 other kids in the cottage, were fascinated by the story being told. The woman was teaching you about your culture, the information you needed to know regarding the upcoming ceremony. It was important, and yet Minho couldn’t bring himself to care. He liked cats more than dragons anyway.

“As I was saying.” She cleared her throat, resuming her lesson.

“Now that you children are 13, you are no longer babies. Certain things are expected of you. You have embarked on your journey to adulthood...and thus, there are certain things you must know. The elements of our village, for one.”

She gestured to the figurines on the dirt floor in front of her. “As you all already know, there are four elements.” She pointed to a spiky pyramid, and then to a smooth sphere. “Ember, Aqua...” Her fingers moved to the next pair- a rough cube and a glassy cone. “...Terra and Aer. These are the symbols of the elements. Of course, you all have already seen the life-sized versions of these in our square.”

Eager nods, making her continue with a pleased smile.

“Every dragon on this planet has a corresponding element that they have control over. They possess immense power, and the ability to command these elements.”

Minho raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Hm, maybe this wasn’t as lame as he’d thought it would be..

“I’m sure you children have seen your parents, older friends and relatives with their dragons.” There was a chorus of agreement, and the woman nodded.

“Well, from next week onwards, you will each have your own dragons. Through the ceremony, you will all be assigned a hatchling, with which you will spend the rest of your life.”

Minho hummed in curiosity as the woman dismissed the class. “Good luck, loves. Remember, there will be a few more classes to brief you further.”

The others started filing out slowly as you turned to Minho. “Isn’t this exciting?” You tilted your head, running your eyes over the figurines. “Since my family are all fire elementals, do you think I’ll get an ember dragon?”

“I don’t think it works that way. My father said it doesn’t matter what family you come from, the dragon you get matched with can be of any element, apparently. Though it hasn’t ever happened yet.” He shrugged.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He yawned. “I already knew everything she said. I could have used this valuable time for something else.” He was lying, to be honest. The only thing he knew about dragons was what he’d just told you.  

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Do you wanna go to the lake?”

You grinned. “Sure, let’s!” You nodded in agreement as Minho stood up eagerly, grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the cottage. You giggled as he dragged you. “Hey, slow down! Also, we can’t be there for long. We’ve got to be home for that joint dinner, or our fathers will be very mad.”

“Eh, they’d barely notice if we’re gone. When discussing village matters, they don’t give a fuck about their own children, even.” He muttered bitterly.

“Well...that is true.” You sighed as Minho pulled you all the way to the lake, weaving past the villagers, even bumping into some of them. A few of them frowned and made shouts of displeasure, while others didn’t seem to mind. Or maybe they did, and was just too afraid to voice their anger towards the chiefs’ children.

The cottages start becoming more sparse, the trees more tightly clustered. Minho held your hand tightly as you made your way through the woods. Finally, the two of you reached the clearing.

Letting go of your hand gently, Minho sat at the edge of the lake, beckoning you over to sit next to him.

“I wish this place wasn’t so far away from the village.” You sighed, legs aching as you flopped down onto the grass.

Minho shook his head slowly, his fingers fiddling with a tiny dandelion he’d pulled out. “The further away, the better.” He grumbled, blowing on it and watching as the seeds floated in the breeze.

You sighed. There it was, again. You knew better than to oppose him, so you hummed, scooting a little closer and placing your hand on top of his. “I know you want to leave this place. I know you want to...to explore the world. I just want you to know that whatever you decide to do, I’ll be by your side.” You said honestly.

Minho looked up at you. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

He felt like there was a lump in his throat. Minho knew how much this village and its culture meant to you. You were really willing to do that for him? Leave, and never come back?

“Listen here, Miss L/n.” He turned to you, inhaling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips soft as they brushed against your skin. You blushed, staring at him with wide eyes as he spoke.

“I’m the one who’s going to be making the sacrifices here, alright? I’m older than you, remember? I call the shots.” He chuckled, booping your nose. 

“I love you so much, star.”

You cringed at the nickname, shoving him away. “Stop calling me that, you sound like a character in one of Mr Yang’s cheesy novels.”

He smirked at that. “I’ll never stop calling you that. You’re my star, cause you light up my world and guide me when everything’s dark.” He reasoned, laughing and throwing his head back as he watched you wrinkle your nose in disgust, looking a little like a bunny.

Humming, Minho lay back on the grass, and you followed suit after a minute of hesitation.

“I don’t mind you calling me that. Just don’t do it in front of people.”

“Okay, I won’t. It’s just us all the time, anyway...”

The two of you stared up at the sky, listening to the calm sounds of frogs ribbiting, birds chirping, and the splashing sounds of the fish in the lake. Above it all though, was the sound of your heart, beating persistently as Minho’s fingers creeped closer to yours, intertwining your hands.

“It’s always us...”

***

Your father had explained to you that since your family consisted entirely of ember elementals, your dragon would be of the same kind as well. This went against what Minho had told you before, and your mind was swimming with all the different information you were receiving.

“But...Minho said it doesn’t work that way.”

He sat on his armchair, chewing on  a chicken leg as he raised an eyebrow. “Really? Well, he’s wrong.” He sighed, shaking his head. “It’s never happened in centuries, and it’s not gonna happen now. You’re an Ember, through and through.”

You purse your lips. “Well, you’re always right, Father.”

He nodded, not picking up on the snark your sentence was dripping with. "The bond you share with your dragon is one that can never be replicated. You choose it, and it chooses you. It is truly a beautiful process, a spectacle to behold. Every single villager will be watching, so you better hold your head high. Make me proud."

You were about to reply when you heard a knock on your door. Glancing at your father for permission, you stood up. heading through the long hallway to open the front door.

“Minho?”

You looked at him, tilting your head at his troubled expression. “What’s up?

“I came to give you these.” He said softly, looking around before showing you the fiery petals in his palms. “I borrowed a herbology book from the library a few months ago, and learnt how to grow these. Ignis flowers. They’re symbols of good luck, apparently.”

He took your hand, placing the petals on your palm. “They reminded me of you.”

Your eyes widened slowly. “Wow...Minho, I didn’t get you anything...” You said guiltily, humming when Minho gently pulled you into a hug.

“You don’t have to. I’ve got to go home, now. See you tomorrow!”

You nodded, the petals safe in your hands as he left hurriedly. You watched him head to his house, opposite to yours.

After he left, you were about to head to bed when your father asked you to stay back. Confused, you went over to sit in front of him, tilting your head in confusion.

“Who was at the door?”

“It was just Minho.” You shrugged, eyeing your father as he groaned, massaging his forehead. He looked like he was contemplating something, his wrinkles seeming especially prominent.

"Child, be wary of your...friend."

"Friend...?" You knew he meant Minho. You'd never heard him address him in that manner though - void of affection.

Minho's father and yours were co-chiefs of the village, best friends since birth. He’d always treated Minho like his own son. What had brought on this sudden hostility?

He noticed the expression on your face, sighing and patting your shoulder. "I'm just asking you to be careful, dear. There is talk of the Aer elementals gaining power at an accelerated rate these days. Aer dragons are growing up to be stronger, even more so than our Ember ones. It's truly a strange phenomenon. I do not want to be one of these people who is suspicious of everything and everyone...but both the kid and his father have changed. Even I can't deny that."

You swallowed at his words, watching as his face drifted off, deep in thought. You'd heard of it too- hushed whispers claiming that a single chief would be preferable for the village. And if your father's hunch was right...no, you didn't want to think about it.

Minho wouldn't ever betray you. You'd known him since before you could talk. you’d build up a lot of trust in each other over the years. There was no one else you knew as well. If you couldn’t trust him, who could?

No. He would never hurt you. You were sure of it.

***

The whole village was buzzing for weeks after the ceremony took place. They simply couldn't understand what had happened. It was unprecedented- and the news spread like wildfire.

You were matched with a majestic Aer creature, and Minho a beautiful crimson beast of Ember. Mistakes weren't possible- the process was never questioned- but that didn't mean people weren't bewildered.

For centuries, no one had managed to match with a dragon that controlled an element that differed from theirs.

Neither of you could understand why your fathers and the villagers were so perplexed, though. Was it really as big of a deal as they made it seem?

"I don't get it. Why is it such a humongous problem? They’re just dragons. What’s the need for all this drama?" Minho rolled his eyes as he spoke.

You stroked your dragon's neck slowly as you watched him, huffing and ranting away. ‘Just dragons.’ There was a part of you that understood all the hubbub. The people loved gossip- especially if it involved the chiefs.

"It really isn't. They're both so beautiful, I don't really care what element they control."

You looked at your dragon, curled next to you. You wouldn't admit it, but she looked a little too beautiful- almost to the point where it intimidated you.

Translucent, white scales that reflected rainbows of light...long, beautiful almond shaped eyes that were the color of the ocean. She was larger and brighter than Minho's dragon as well. Your father had been right...the Aer dragons were evolving quicker, somehow.

She was quiet and regal, her sleek body elegant and her demeanor refined. You didn’t really have much in common, to be honest. You’d named her Caeli- a name that wasn’t really all that creative, but it would do. Besides, it seemed to fit.

Minho looked at you, sighing slowly. "Aeracus seems hungry. Father will be expecting me soon anyway, I think I'll go home now, Y/n."

"Bye, Min."

He shot you a dashing grin before standing up, climbing his dragon.

As they left, a great whoosh of wind rustling your hair, you looked up at your dragon. She was staring at the water, her eyes narrowed.

You were starting to feel a little worried. You couldn’t exactly...hear her thoughts. She seemed too closed off, barely even looking at you as she blankly watched the frogs jump from one lilypad to the other. You didn’t feel that special bond everyone had been talking about for years, insisting to you that it would be a connection so profound you wouldn’t be able to live without it.

Did she not like you? You looked so average next to her ethereality, drab and plain as opposed to her stunning beauty.

You couldn’t blame her, really.

***

When Minho stood next to your dragon, the sight somehow made more sense. He was  beautiful, and so was the creature next to him. They fit together perfectly.

Aeracus on the other hand, was slightly more average. He was majestic as well, but not on the same level as Caeli. You felt more at home riding him, somehow. Like...he was the one that was meant to be yours.

Of course, you wouldn’t ever tell anyone about this. It could be considered infidelity, even. Your father was disappointed enough in you as it was. Four years of training with Caeli, and you still weren’t able to channel her power into...anything. She just wouldn’t co-operate.

"There you go..." He finished slipping the harness onto Caeli, dusting off his hands as he came back over to you, giggling as Aeracus rubbed his big head against your side.

Minho raised his eyebrows at the display of affection. Aeracus was never that amicable to him. Yes, he listened to him...but that was about it. And yet, to you...he always noticed how the two of you seemed to have some sort of connection. He’d mentioned this to his father once, only to be called ridiculous.

Then again, he couldn’t blame the dragon for having a soft spot for you. Who wouldn’t?

“Hey...” He looked down at you as the dragon pulled away, ambling off to Caeli’s side. You glanced up slowly when Minho cleared his throat, leaning in a little as his fingers ran through your tresses. Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening slightly at his touch.

"A leaf. In your hair." He mumbled, throwing said leaf onto the ground as he stared into your eyes.

Your heart was thudding loudly in your chest as your gaze ran over his features, so close to your face. Fuck, he was so deathly handsome, even more so now that you were both almost adults. Puberty had treated him well.

A little too well.

The girls in the square swooning over Minho became a regular occurrence now. You couldn't even seem to go anywhere with your best friend, without having a mob of fangirls following closely.

When he was this close to you, it became overwhelmingly evident why his fans were so enamored by him. Lee Minho really was beautiful.

"Careful, a fly might make its nest in your mouth." He chuckled. "What's up, kitten? You look on edge."

That was the other thing. His latest habit of calling you pet names- the likes of which included princess and kitten- had come out of nowhere. He really seemed to enjoy making you blush. At times like this, you wished he would have just stuck with ‘star’.

“Nothing.” You stuttered, avoiding his eyes and choosing to focus your stare on the ground. Minho wasn’t in the mood for your shyness, though. He placed his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him.

“You sure about that? Is there a reason you look so flustered right now?” He breathed, leaning in closer until your noses were brushing.

Oh, fuck you, Lee.

You'd always thought Minho was attractive. Of course. You'd be blind not to notice. And yet, at this proximity, you felt like you haven’t ever truly appreciated just how fucking hot the man in front of you was.

And so you did something you never thought you’d have the courage to do.

Leaning in, you closed the distance between the two of you, lips crashing against his. To Minho’s credit, he wasn’t all that shocked. Smirking against you, his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer, gluing your body to his.

Backing you up against a tree, Minho was quick to lift your thigh, slotting your hips together as he ran his tongue over your bottom lip.

A groan left you as he slid his hand under your shirt, pulling away to stare at you, the sight of your swollen lips affecting him in ways he couldn’t quite describe.

“What...what did we just-”

He shut you up with another kiss, rougher than the last one. Breathless pecks, desperately claiming you with his lips as he pressed himself against you.

“Just go with the flow, baby.”

And so you did.

***

As you carefully made your way down, your mind was racing with a million thoughts. The thought of seeing your boyfriend again after so many years scared you as much as it excited you. After all...it wasn’t like you parted on good terms.

You still remembered the heartbroken look on his face, the last time you saw him. You couldn’t tell him that you’d tried everything, tried your best to reason with your father who simply refused to budge. He’d expected you to do something more...but what?

It wasn’t his fault. It was a fucking accident, and yet he’d had to take the blame.

Deep down, though, you knew what your father’s real intentions had been when he banished Minho and his father from the village. Of course, Caeli’s death had shaken him- the entire village had been in a state of shock. The death of a dragon was the most tragic event that could possibly befall a village. And when said dragon happened to belong to the chief’s daughter? Shattering.

At the end of the day though, it was a convenient incident...one that happened to take place just as your father’s status was being questioned. A blessing in disguise, for him.

“It’s okay, my child. Yes, you suffered a great loss, but I know you weren’t that close to it. We must move on. On the bright side, you can focus on your studies now! Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted to do?”

You scoffed, his words repeating themselves in your brain. Bullshit. There was no bright side, nor would there ever be one without Minho in your life.

***

“There you are. Where were you?"

"I...was with Aeracus." You didn't see the point in lying. Your brain was too tired to come up with a believable fabrication anyway.

As expected, his face screwed up in anger as he glared, standing up.

"Why?" He hissed. "Let me remind you he is not your dragon. How many times have I told you not to get too close to it?"

"Aeracus and I have a bond." You mumbled.

"No. You don't. A bond is forged between a dragon and its owner by forces beyond our control. This measly 'friendship', if you can even call it that, is trivial. At the end of the day, it doesn't really belong to you. It belongs to the boy who betrayed you."

You couldn't bring yourself to react any more. Your father was old-fashioned, his opinions set in stone. ‘Betrayed’. You wanted to scoff.

You turned around without a word, heading for your room. There was no energy left in your body, yet the exhaustion was overpowered by your emotions.

"Y/n, wait."

You stopped, turning and looking at him. "What?"

"Your maids are waiting to dress you. Don't argue with them. You are to wear the outfit I picked out for you. Today's dinner is extremely important." He paused. "And...what I said before still stands. The dragon won't hesitate to betray you, especially now that his true owner is coming back. Be...be careful." Your father said quietly, his face softening.

You sighed. "I will be."

"Good."

He dismissed you. You heaved a sigh of relief under your breath and headed out, opening the door to your own room.

You would never admit this to your father, but as nervous as you were, you were secretly looking forward to the dinner. To see him again.

If you closed your eyes and immersed yourself deep enough into your imagination, you could still feel his touch ghosting along your thighs. His soft lips, pressing against yours.

You missed his voice, his tight hugs...you missed everything about him. You'd only ever felt safe in his arms.

The loneliness and pain had consumed you when he left. Maybe that's why you latched on to Aeracus, the last remnant of Minho in this village that seemed so much more dreary without his presence.

"Miss Y/n! We have no time to lose." Your head maid scurried about your room with two others, spreading out your dress on your bed. One of the maids- Sylvia, you think her name was- snuck up behind you and began undressing you. Yes, you were used to this, but the layer of urgency in the atmosphere was a lot more profound tonight.

The entire village was on edge, and you couldn’t really blame them. The first Elemental Championships, and they were being hosted at your village. The exhilaration was understandable...you couldn't bring yourself to feel the same way, though. Maybe if you were actually participating, you’d feel different.

You looked at the dress the maid was holding onto, initially without much interest...but your eyes widened when it came into view.

It was beautiful, yet simple...the color of spun gold, with tiny rubies clustered at the bodice. The sleeves fell of the shoulders delicately, and the material was diaphanous, the texture rich.

“Wow....Sylvia, you made this?”

“I did. It took me a year.” She smiled widely, your grin satisfying her. “Do you really like it, Miss Y/n?” There was a hopeful lilt to her voice, and your grin grew wider as they started helping you into it.

“Like it? I love it! You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

She nodded in content, lacing up the back as the other maids began on your makeup. Usually, you didn’t like being treated as a doll, your servants fussing over you and your appearance. Today, though...

You could barely believe the reflection you were seeing in the mirror belonged to you. You'd never felt so glamorous before. 

“You look beautiful, Miss.” Sylvia said softly, adjusting your sleeves.

You couldn’t wait for Minho to see you in this dress.

“Ann?” Another servant’s head appeared around the corner. “It’s time. They will arrive any moment now.”

A flurry of anxious noises and exclamations filled the room as they worked on you faster. You took a deep breath in, your mind blank and full of thoughts at the same time.

***

You stood next to your father, hands clasped in front of you. Surreptitiously, you raised your hand to your forehead, wiping away a few drops of perspiration. It was happening, you were finally going to see Minho again. And if your father successfully manages to make amends with his- fuck, you were grinning just thinking about it. 

The villagers standing behind you were all dressed in their best as well, and the lanterns shone brightly, washing over everything. The air was sparkling, the atmosphere charged with electricity. Everyone had their eyes trained on the sky, waiting for Minho’s people. The two other villages were to come tomorrow, according to the letters.

Four villages. All competing in the championship yours was hosting. It was nerve-wracking, the amount of people who would be crammed into your village, which was big enough, really- possibly the largest in the country- it still stressed you out, though. Since there weren’t enough guest houses to fit everyone, a lot of the visitors would be staying with your villagers, the chiefs and their families staying at your house. You were keenly aware of the fact that this meant Minho would be in the same living quarters as you. Your heart pounded at the prospect.

Later in the night, you were planning to sneak into his room, since you obviously wouldn’t be allowed to talk to him during the dinner. At least, you wouldn’t be able to communicate the things you so desperately wanted to say to him. Every part of you tingled as you thought about what you’d say to him. 

You felt light as a feather as you stared at the starry sky, eyes widening slightly as you spotted the thousands of dots in the distance, flying closer. Anticipation and exhilaration mingled in you as you waited for them to arrive. Just the thought of feeling Minho pressed up against you again, whispering in your ear how much he loved you...it made you want to cry, almost. You’d waited for this moment for too long.

The conch shell was blown as they reached the edge of the forest. More than a thousand dragons, covered in finery, just like their riders.

Hmm. There were a lot more than you expected. You’d only been anticipating about a hundred, since it was only Minho’s village that was coming tonight. Or so you’d thought...

You turned your head to look at your father, letting the confusion show on your face. Noticing your expression, he shrugged. “It looks like all three decided to come tonight.”

You frowned, looking back at the dragons that were at the border now, preparing for landing. That was weird.

You observed the dragons that had landed, your eyebrows furrowing. Huh.

The three dragons at the front were a lot bulkier than the ones in the back. Darker colors, almost hulking muscles and narrow eyes. They looked like no dragon you’d ever seen before. The sight was almost unsettling. You felt a faint sense of dread spreading over you, a feeling you tried to push away as your eyes searched each dragon’s back for Minho.

You recognized Minho’s father right away. He was at the very front, along with two other old men on a green and blue dragon respectively, that you realized were the chiefs of the other two villages. Surprisingly though, Minho wasn’t sat behind him. You’d assumed it to be that way...after all, Minho’s dragon was still here. So where was he? Your eyebrows furrowed, not wanting to assume the worst right away. You wildly looked over them all, craning your neck slightly. You didn’t want to seem too eager, but it’s not like you could help yourself. Could anyone blame you? Here you were, about to meet the first and only person you’d ever fallen in love with, after years of yearning and loneliness.

As your father stepped forward, a smile on his face to greet the chiefs, you finally saw him.

For a minute, it was like you couldn’t breathe. He looked as beautiful as ever, his feline eyes twinkling, his dark hair exposing part of his smooth forehead. His hands gripped the reins so tightly his knuckles were white, and the way he sat on his dragon was regal, his expression confident and filled with determination. He was older, and somehow even more handsome than the last time you saw him. You didn’t even think that was possible.

You swallowed, your breath catching in your throat as his eyes finally met yours.

It was like time had ceased for a minute. You smiled slowly, happy tears pricking at your eyes as you took in his face.

He didn’t smile back.

And that’s when you noticed the pale arms wrapped around his waist. Confused, you watched as the chiefs dismounted the dragons, along with their heirs. Minho alighted from the dragon, helping down the woman who had been holding onto him. He held her hands gently, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead.

You felt like your whole world had collapsed, bile rising in your throat as you watched her giggle. You noticed she was dressed in blue, her clothing that of a heiress. As they approached, your eyes fell on the sparkling ring on her finger...one that matched Minho’s.

When his eyes looked into yours again, they were cold, just like your heart.

[sebthesnipe]

Morality, Magic, and Chocolate Cows

Hi @logicalyfun!!

Storytime! I wasn’t apart of the @sanderssidesgiftxchange at all. So, the fact that you got me as a pinch hitter is kinda a miracle in its own right ;3 But I’m super glad you did! I’m so sorry you didn’t get your gift on time but now you get to chill with me! And I can be pretty awesome sometimes… Occasionally… Rarely but hey! Who keeps track of that kind of stuff anyways? 

So, how did I become your pinch hitter? Well, you see. I’ve got this amazing best friend and beta reader @gilby-the-geek-girl. She actually /did/ participate in the exchange and because she’s just so amazing she offered to be a pinch hitter for it as well. 

Anyways, You’re prompt got sent to her. This one right here:

“Your giftee: Fabi

Tumblr: Logicalyfun

Media to receive: Fan fiction, Fan art

Wish 1: Puppiesss

Wish 2:  Fantasy world

Wish 3:  Starry sky night

Topics to avoid: Remrom, no NSFW”

And it gave her pause. You see, I wrote this awesome fic called My Dearest Procyon (also on AO3) that checks almost all of these boxes (minus the puppiesss, but there is a REALLY awesome cat and dragons too!). So, she thought we’d be perfect for each other! So she sent your prompt to me and here we are!

Now for the bad news… I had every intention of checking off every one of your wishes, but the story got away from me and I’m pretty sure I struck out. However, I really think you’ll like it! Please forgive me for not sticking strictly with the prompts but I do mention each, and I highly recommend MDP if you really like those things.

I’ll also make you a deal! If you don’t like this ficlet, let me know and I’ll write you a new one that adheres to your prompts exactly! ;3

(Also... posting this on Patton’s B-day so it’s like double meant to be!)

So, without further adieu, I present Morality, Magic, and Chocolate Cows:

“Have at you!” Roman cried, his tiny form bounding off the small hill to swing at his brother, his cardboard sword bending at an odd angle.

“Actually,” Logan commented, hurrying along behind him, flowing blue cape flapping in the wind. “It would’ve been ‘ye’.”

Roman  ignored him, adjusting the oversized ‘shining armor’ every time he took a step. The costume was far too large for Roman’s three foot, seven-and-a-half-inch tall body, though it was adorable to watch.

Remus, to his credit, laughed menacingly, the Sharpie mustache on his upper lip thinning from the effort as he parried his brother’s flopping cardboard blade with a small stick. His own costume consisted of a sheet, stained green, with what Patton hoped was paint (though he had never bothered to ask), wrapped around him like a toga.

“That's totally fair! Two against one!” Janus called from the safety of a tree branch; the yellow fabric of his shirt just visible through the leaves.

“I’m not fighting! I’m observing!” Logan called in his high-pitched voice, adjusting his glasses before the pointed wizard’s hat on his brow dipped forward, knocking them astray once more. His adorably pudgy form was wrapped in a shimmer fabric that reminded Patton of the stars Logan always seemed to want to tell him about.

“If you and V would help, your prince wouldn’t need an watcher-outer!” Roman whined, pausing in his attack to peer over at the older child and his companion, sitting in the shade below.

Remus took the opportunity to smack his twin across his butt with his stick, knocking Roman to the ground with a grunt.

A shrill cry filled the air, causing the other children to glance at Patton, who had been sitting on a blanket a few feet away.

Patton pushed to his feet, smiling softly as he approached the three boys, Janus and Virgil hurrying up to the crying child as well.

“It’s broken isn’t it!” Virgil rushed, his own tears threatening to fall. “Remus broke Roman’s leg! We’re all going to the hosp’al! I don’t want to go to the hosp’al! I don’t like doc’ors!” His words turned into a wail as he plopped on the grown next to Roman, waterworks in full force.

Patton examined the small scratch peaking through a tear in Roman’s jeans.

“Hm,” he sighed as if considering whether or not the wound was fatal. “We may have to amputate.”

“What?!” Remus gasped excitedly.

Janus moved over to Logan, attempting to whisper in his ear and failing. “What does ‘amputate’ mean?”

“Ample ate,” Logan attempted to repeat. “It means to eat a lot.”

“We’re going to eat him!” Remus gasped with a grin.

Patton couldn’t help but give a small chuckle at the exchange before sinking down on the lush grass and scooping Roman into his arms.

The pretend prince curled into the embrace, hiding his face in Patton’s chest as his wailing turned to sniffle.

“I don’t wanna be eaten,” he grumbled sullenly.

Patton felt Virgil curling into his side, tears soaking into his shirt. Patton glanced down, offering another small smile as he pulled him close as well.

“No one is getting eaten,” Patton chuckled softly. “Are they Remus?”

“Pft, no fair!” the mustached boy pouted, folding his arms over his chest and glaring down at his mismatched shoes.

“Why don’t we all come up with ways to make Roman’s boo-boo feel better?” Patton offered, motioning for everyone to move closer.

“I rather not,” Janus sighed softly. Still, the young boy scooted closer and sank down on the grass next to them.

Remus gave another ‘hmph’ before doing the same, though he made sure to sit far closer to Janus than anyone else.

“I can help!” Logan chirped excitedly, digging into his pockets with purpose.

Patton couldn’t help but allow his soft smile to turn even more fond. Logan was always the best helper.

Whatever Logan had in mind, it certainly got Roman’s attention. The sandy blond boy turned his head just enough that his cheek rested against Patton’s chest, eyes glued to the wizard.

A moment later, Logan produced a plastic wand. The pink shaft was a little too large for his tiny hands and the star at its end seemed to flash with tiny lights (no doubt running off of a few double A’s).

“I can cast a spell on him!” Logan offered confidently.

“But yes’rday you said magi’ wasn’t real,” Virgil whispered, still clinging to Patton’s shirt.

“Turn him into a frog!” Remus demanded eagerly; his pouting forgotten.

“Yeah, but I read it in one of my books today, so it has to be real! Right, Patton?” Logan asked, looking up at him expectantly, the others following his lead.

“Oh of course!” Patton reassured with a large grin. “Magic is very real.”

“It is?” Janus asked, suddenly invested in the conversation.

Virgil reacted in a very different manner, burying his face deeper into Patton’s side and giving a small cry. “Magi’ is scary! I dun wanna be turned into a frowg!”

“Oh sweetie,” Patton cooed, messing with the youngest child’s hair. “It’s not that type of magic,” he reassured.

“What other type of magic is there?!” Remus demanded, inching closer as he bounced with elation. “The type that can turn him into a giant squid?! Or make toilets talk?!”

“Ew!” Roman whined in response, once again earning a chuckle from Patton.

“I’m afraid not,” Patton admitted with no little amusement. “No, this kind of magic isn’t just reserved for very smart wizards.”

“It’s not?” Logan asked, moving closer and sinking down as well.

“Oh no. We all have magic of our very own that we can use whenever we want.”

“Nuh uh…” Janus breathed though he didn’t sound too convinced.

Patton nodded continuing. “Sure, we do.”

“What’s my power?!” Remus asked impatiently, “Can I make lasers come out my eyes?! Or maybe… maybe… um… summon a giant octopuspus to devour my enemies?!” He bounced to his feet roaring loudly as he stomped about.

“Your magic is something far greater,” Patton laughed.

“No way!” Remus breathed in awe; antics forgotten.

“Him?!” Roman gasped in disbelief.

Patton nodded. “Remus has the ability to see into other worlds!”

“Lame!” The boy in question huffed, falling back onto the grass.

“What do you mean?” Logan asked curiously.

“Well, Remus makes such a great villain because he sees things differently then we do,” Patton explained.

“So, he’s evil! I knew it!” Roman declared, shifting in Patton’s arms to simply sit in his lap, wound forgotten.

“Not at all,” Patton countered, acting as if he didn’t see the way Remus blew a raspberry at his brother. “Just because someone is different doesn’t make them evil.Though it can be scary, differences are what gives us our power. Take Logan for example.”

“Me?” Logan blinked in surprise, clinging to his wand a bit more self-consciously.

“Mm hmm,” Patton nodded. “Logan understands Remus better than anyone. He can understand how Remus sees the world.”

“So, he’s evil too?” Janus asked.

“I am not!” Logan cried.

“No one here is evil,” Patton laughed. “No, Logan’s magic power is that he can understand anything if given enough time.”

“So, you can figure out where chocolate milk comes from?!” Roman asked, pointedly staring at Logan who now sat a bit straighter.

“Well, if regular milk comes from a regular cow… and Patton says cows are just like oversized dogs… and there are a lot of different kinds of dogs… Then chocolate milk has to come from chocolate cows.” Logan explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Whoa! There are chocolate cows?! That’s so cool!” Roman gasped.

Patton was about to speak when his attention was pulled to the small hands tugging on his shirt in a patient persistence.

“Yes, Virgil?” Patton asked softly.

“Wha’s my magi’?” The youngest boy asked in a hushed whisper as the rest talked among themselves.

“You, my dear sweet shadowling,” Patton whispered, booping his nose. “have one of the strongest powers among us.”

“I do?” Virgil’s eyes grew wide, his hand lifting to his mouth to suck on his two fingers. It would be a few more years before Patton could manage to break him of the habit but it was cute nonetheless.

“Oh, yes. You have the power to protect. You tell us when something could hurt us or do damage in a way we haven’t noticed. In a way… You can see the future.” Patton’s allowed his voice to turn a bit wispy as if humbled by Virgil’s power.

“Sounds like a bunch of lies to me,” Janus interrupted, obviously eavesdropping.

“No one asked you!” Roman spat. “You didn’t even help protect your prince and now I’ve got a boo-boo! It’s not like you have any magic! ” He pointed at his knee, lifting it to put the scratch on display.

“Well, neither do you!” Janus argued.

“Oh, I think you both are pretty powerful when it comes to magic,” Patton offered.

“Well of course I am… I’m a prince!” Roman announced.

“Janus does too, Roman.” Patton mitigated.

“Like what?” Remus butted in, more curious that malicious.

“Well, Janus can work magic on people’s feelings,”

“I can?” Janus blinked in surprise.

“Well, of course Kiddo. You’re the best at it! You always know just what to say to make Remus feel better after he loses against the Prince’s armies,” Patton explained, “And you always know how to answer Roman’s questions about his costumes.” Naturally, Patton left out the fact that Janus used little white lies to work his magic and that he didn’t quite agree with the method, but the results were noteworthy.

“Boring!” Roman whined. “What about me?” Roman looked up at Patton expectantly.

“You, dear prince,” Patton replied, nuzzling him affectionately. “have the ability to change the world as we know it. You can push us to follow every passion our heart desires. You give us the very drive that will sustain us throughout our lives. ”

“What? That’s not fair! Why didn’t I get a cool power like that?” Remus huffed, sulking once more.

“’Cause I’m the Prince and I say so!” Roman answered, squirming in Patton’s arms. “Now, be quiet, Patton is talking about me!”

“Mneh!” Remus stuck out his tongue once more, but his brother ignored him.

“Now, now. I think all of your powers are cool,” Patton attempted.

“But Patton…” Logan mumbled, softly, as he stared up at the seemingly grown man. “What’s your power?”

Patton’s chest tightened at the question. Leave it to Logan to pull at the one string Patton wasn’t prepared for. What was Patton’s power? He manifested just as they all did, only he was the first. He grew faster than the rest of them, unable to keep up with Thomas growth, unable to keep up with his insecurity.

He was just Patton…. He had no magic… He wasn’t special. Not like the others.

He forced his smile to remain in place, trying not to let his voice crack as he answered. “Why would I ever need to be more than just happy pappy Patton when I get to spend time with all of you amazing magicians?”

“Patton?” Logan called, his voice distant and far too baritone to be coming from the pudgy boy before him. “Patton are you in here?” Logan called again causing the man to glance over his shoulder.

The memory he had immersed himself in froze, the boys still staring up at him.

He wiped a tear from his eye quickly and waved his hand, the children disappearing, leaving him alone in the small field behind their childhood home.

“I’m over here!” Patton called, standing and dusting off his pants, trying not to feel the loss. They had needed him so thoroughly. Everything was so different now. The boys were all grown. They all faced Thomas’ problems with a maturity Patton never could seem to muster. No doubt they thought him the child now.

 Logan strode up the small hill in his usual dark polo and striped tie adorning his broad shoulders.

“There you are,” Logan greeted with the same half smile he always did.

“Sorry, did you need something?” Patton asked softly, forcing his smile to turn warm.

“Yes, actually,” Logan admitted. “It seems Remus and Roman are fighting again, and Virgil and Janus are placing bets on who can make the most constructs in the imagination. It is truly a disaster. There are puppies and octopoda everywhere. No one will see reason. I could really use your help.”

Patton softened a bit at the words. Maybe they still needed him… just a tiny bit. He supposed he could live with that.

“Puppies?!” Patton squealed in excitement.

Logan’s gaze moved about the scene taking it in, obviously having expected Morality’s reaction. “Isn’t this…” he hesitated, turning on his heel. “Wasn’t this the field behind our home back in Orlando?”

“Oh…” Patton breathed, flushing slightly. “Is it?”

“It is! Thomas used to play out here all the time! We all did!” Logan mused, with a small huff of laughter. “Wow, it has been quite some time.”

Patton offered a melancholy smile as he glanced around. He missed it all. It was nice to have the memories though. At least he could relive it when ever he wanted. Though he doubted Logan would even bother to try to remember-

“You know 7% of Americans really do believe chocolate milk comes from chocolate cows,” Logan informed him, “And Roman is still one of them.” He laughed.

Patton’s heart fluttered at the fact that Logan remembered such a minute detail. He really was magic.

The sound of Logan’s deep chuckle had Patton joining him. “Best not spoil it for him,” Patton teased lightly as Logan offered out an arm for him to take as they headed out of the memory.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Logan reassured.

 La Fin.

[dzamie-oc]

Smaugust 06 - Magma

A human wants to accompany his dragon girlfriends on their magma-diving outings, but they don't think he's ready. Yet.

Lily glanced at the clock. "Oh, Verrea," the blue dragoness said, pointing at the hanging timepiece, "it's past two. We'd best get going if we want to return before sundown."

With mumbles of affirmation, her friend in green scales rose and stretched her wings. "C'mon, L, I usually get my trips in three hours."

"I suspect you wouldn't if I stopped letting you eat my rubies." She looked to their other partner, a human named Ben, and gave a sheepish smile full of sharp teeth. "Sorry, forgot to tell you. We should be back for dinner, though."

Ben looked up from his game of virtual alchemy to give the dragons a thumbs-up. "Sure thing, you two. Where are you girls headed?"

"Volcano," Verrea replied casually, "looking for gems. They grow fastest at the bottom."

The blue dragon rolled her golden eyes and huffed, a wisp of smoke trailing from her nostrils. Ben watched it rise and dissipate, hoping that it wouldn't set off the smoke alarm - fortunately, it didn't. "It's not a volcano!" she admonished, "Mount Ternen is a mountain with a volcanic flow inside it."

"Magma stream."

"Lava," Lily corrected.

"It's magma if you go down far enough," Verrea shot back with a grin and a playful flick of her bladed tail. This earned her a forked tongue being poked out at her, to which she retaliated by tapping her muzzle against Lily's.

"Oh, that sounds cool," Ben remarked ("more like hot," said Verrea), "can I come with?"

The dragonesses both shook their heads. "Sorry, Ben, far too dangerous. More a dragon thing, anyway."

"Eh, alright. Have fun you two." He waved at them, letting his gaze linger as the green dragon teased him with a flick of her tail, then tried to get back to his game. But no matter what, he kept thinking about his friends swimming through molten rock. So he gave in and searched for information on Mount Ternan, looking at maps and photos. Sure enough, the maps he found all had a section labeled something along the lines of "closed to tourists," "staff/experienced cave delvers only," or, frankly enough, "lava past here." He printed out one of the more detailed maps of the area and checked for any tours of the caverns... so that, of course, he could avoid them.

Phase one complete.

---

The next day, he was looking at the map over breakfast when Verrea walked up behind him and laid her chin over his shoulder. "Whatcha got there, Ben?" she asked, her breath smelling of bacon and... well, mostly more bacon.

He reached his arm up to pat her head. "Oh, you girls got me thinking about that mountain. I don't think I've been there, and it's only half an hour drive or so, so I figure I would go and walk around. Look at the stalactites, stalagmites, and stuff."

"Hey, that's cool. It's pretty pretty in there, at least for dragons. Dunno what it's like with human vision, of course." The dragoness grinned, Ben catching the glint of her fangs in the corner of his eye, and continued, "hey, if you want something extra to do there, see if you can figure out which stalagmite I use to get off when I visit?"

"Wh-what?"

"She's messing with you," Lily chimed in from across the table. She sent the last of the sausages on her plate to their demise before carefully picking up the plate in her mouth and carrying it to the sink. "And even if she wasn't, she's hopefully not stupid enough to do it anywhere a tour could see her."

Verrea departed from Ben's shoulder to brush her wing against Lily. "So far as you know. The imminent danger of being found out is part of the fun!" she purred, before winking at them, "but no, I didn't. Dirty rocks where who knows how many other dragons and humans could further mess with it? I treat my body well; give me a nice tongue or dick any day of the week. Well, maybe not today, since you're doing stuff. Though, Lily..."

"I JUST ate," the blue dragoness replied. Ben excused himself from the table to get ready and not let on how much Verrea's casual teasing had affected him. A few minutes later, the scaly pair waved goodbye to him as Lily settled down in front of the television, controller in paw, and Verrea sprawled over the couch.

---

"...and as we come down here, you'll see a really cool formation. Us tour guides, we call it the snowman, on account of, well, it looks like a snowman. There it is. See the body, and the head?..." The tour guide's voice faded out as the last of the group walked out of sight around a column. Ben looked around him. Nobody in sight. Moving quickly, he stepped over the chain rope marking the path, and strode swiftly into the dark tunnel beyond. He kept careful track of how many steps he was taking, marking them down on a makeshift map of the... less than publicly available section of the caverns. A wide flashlight beam kept him from stumbling over rough parts of the floor or falling into parts where the floor simply stopped existing as much.

As he pressed on, further into the dark cave, he realized the temperature was rather quickly climbing. What began as rather cool, somewhat stale air had soon become midsummer temperatures, with no sign of stopping. Before long, he was forced to turn back before he dehydrated from sweating. His map proved quite excellent for his purposes, and he was soon able to see the lit part of the caverns. He shut off his flashlight, and waited until he was sure no other tour groups or wayward tourists were around before scurrying back to safety. As he made his way back to the mouth of the tunnel, two conflicting emotions dominated: he could probably do it with some help, and how could he be so dumb as to forget that magma was over 500 degrees Celsius. Well, either way...

Phase two located.

---

Ben lay amidst a tangle of limbs and scales. Lily was purring hardest, Verrea having elected to simply pass out. "Alright, I'll give you that," the blue dragoness said, "that crystal you got is more than a little overkill, but powers excellent heat resistance potions. Good luck convincing Verrea to lay with you without expressing herself in fire again." She nuzzled the human. "Not that I'll be all that much easier, of course."

The human stroked her neck, pressing his fingers in just the right way to get her to coo and nuzzle in against him. "I'm just glad it worked so well. You'd think she'd try the effect out on my hand or something, first, not my dick. And you're not so innocent there, either, miss 'oh good you can handle my deep internal temperature.'"

Lily flopped her head over and gave him the most innocent stare she could muster. "What? You knew I like my throat played with. Just because she's more open about it doesn't mean I can't be a weird dragon with weird dragon kinks."

"Still. My entire arm? I was half-worried you were going to see if you could deepthroat the rest of me, too." He booped her snout; she poked out her forked tongue.

"Aww, you think I'd be able to do that?"

"Yes."

She nuzzled her snout into his neck and flicked her tongue at the sensitive spots. "Good boy~"

They lay in silence for a few minutes before Lily tapped her paw on him. "By the way, magma is roughly twice as dense as honey, and therefore much, much slower to move in than water, so we have to manage our air well when we dive. Or use magic."

Ben felt his heart rate jump. "Uh... why do you mention that, Lily?"

She gently nipped at his neck, teasing him with sharp fangs that never broke skin. "Call it draconic intuition. And, I'm not sure if you picked up on this, but I do like having you alive rather than paying for the mistakes of a lack of research."

"Well... thanks, then. I'll take those into account."

Lily resumed purring, her legs and Verrea's holding him securely between and under them. "Very good boy."

---

A few days later, Ben was watching some speedruns on their TV screen with a blue, scaly pillow and a green, scaly blanket. He could feel Lily's muscles tense under his head as the race they were spectating entered the last level with barely two seconds difference between first and last place. And while he wasn't looking at their girlfriend, he figured she was more watching the two of them rather than the screen.

"Oh, wow, all of them got first try on that wallclip," he remarked. A quick glance to Verrea confirmed that Lily had started tapping her tail rapidly against the green dragon.

"I think upper-right got the best of that speed rule. Gap's closing," Lily said as the goal drew into sight.

Scant seconds later, the results were in. Ben's head sank into Lily's side as she relaxed and exhaled.

"Hey, speaking of time," Verrea spoke up, "isn't two the time you were shooting for, L?" And just like that, a bit of tension was there again. Ben and Verrea got up to let the blue dragoness out, and the green soon joined her.

"Mount Ternen again?" Ben asked, getting nods in response, "Can I come along this time? I finally got all the stuff needed to join you two."

Lily shook her head. "Sorry, Ben. We'd love to take you along, but still not yet."

Ben quirked an eyebrow at her. "Still? What am I missing?"

"It's... hard to say, really," Verrea chipped in, "it's like a thing about dragon stuff. Physical and mental, and you don't have it. But hey, you're doing better. And if nothing else, you got us some fun toys for the bedroom."

A blue muzzle tapped a green one. "I love you, Verrea, but do you ever think about anything else?"

"Of course I do! You think I'm that one-track-mind?" she scoffed, "there's so many other places I can fuck you two. Kitchen, living room, a few thousand feet up..."

"I... may have to take you up on that last one, if we can figure out a harness..." Ben said, successfully distracted.

"Mm. Keep it in mind, cutie! Back for dinner!" Verrea waved goodbye with her tail as the two dragonesses left.

---

"Hey, Verrea. It's been a couple weeks. Wanna head out?"

"Sure, I'm running low on smoky quartzes."

Ben got up and grabbed the magical tools he'd acquired about three weeks prior, before they'd previously refused him. Lily watched him.

"Ben-"

"I'm coming." he stated. The two dragons looked at each other for a second, then smiled.

"You sure are. Riding or driving?" Lily asked, ignoring a "phrasing" from Verrea.

"Driving." Ben looked at them. "Was that really all?"

Verrea grinned. "Dragon thing needs dragon mind. Welcome aboard, honorary dragon."

[cartooness]

“These flowers match your eyes”- Masonder please?

Ooooh ok!

❤❤Button Love❤❤

Hey Lovely wanna go to Michaels? I have coupons owo

It Me uwu

OOOH YES PLS LEMME GET READY!!

Spring break had finally begun, and Lavender's fun filled days had already started. She quickly filed through her closet and picked out nice denim shorts and a tye dye shirt. A few swipes of mascara, cotton candy lip smacker, and a hair tie later, she was ready to head out. 

"Decan! I'm going to Michaels with Mason, is that okay?" 

"Yes Peaches, make sure to text me when you're ready to be picked up, unless you want to use the magic way. Have fun! Be safe!"

"Okay I will!" 

And with that, Lav was on her way.

It Me uwu

Button r u here??

❤❤Button Love❤❤

Yee I'm getting off the car 

It Me uwu

:DDD I see you!!

She practically ran to her Button, and lifted him in her embrace, "Button! You're here! Ready to have some fun??" 

"You know it!" he replied with a laugh.

They walked through the craft store's door holding hands, and were instantly in awe of the spring display at the front of the store. They perused around all the activities and toys on special, inspecting anything that looked interesting, like ice cream flavored bubbles.

"Do you think they even taste good, Lovely?" asked Mason, slightly skeptical 

"I'm not sure… let's take them! If they taste bad I'll make some brownies to get the taste out of our mouths." she replied, booping his nose. 

"Let's hope they taste bad then!" he smiled, hoping to have the opportunity to bake brownies. 

"Wait, do you have your dad's credit card still?" asked Lav, aware of the fact his father was a horrible man. 

"Oh yes, always. It's the closest thing to revenge I'll get on him. Anyway, let's keep going, I wanna see if the dragon section has anything cool- OMG WE SHOULD LOOK AT THAT FLOWER DISPLAY IN THE BACK IT LOOKS REALLY PRETTY!!" 

Lavender averted her gaze to the flower display in question, "Oh you're right! Let's go check it out!" she replied, speed walking towards the display, Mason in hand.

They admired all the different colors and designs the flowers had, especially the "non natural" glitter flowers.

"Button! These flowers match your eyes!" she exclaimed, holding up a bundle of decorative grey glitter flowers. 

"Wait really-" he started, until he was cut off with a peck to the lips.

"Here ya go, pretty boy. My treat." 

He took the flowers with a laugh, holding her hand. 

"Thank you Lovely, I love them. Wanna go look at the dragons?"

"YES!" she exclaimed, a sparkle in her eyes.

And with that, the two teens ventured off into the world of dragon figurines. 

SORRY IF IT'S CHOPPY I TRIED XDDD

((Decan belongs to @thefearanddespair uwu))

[under-the-blue-sun]

hot chocolate

summary: matt is feeling sad, so phil decides to teach him how to make hot chocolate to cheer him up. based on a liveshow where phil makes hot chocolate for dan.

word count: 1645

rating: g rated + innocent

warnings: n/a

note: and in the classic way i always do things, i upload my first fic for @phandomficfests bingo fest the day before the date closes. oops. anyway, i hope you enjoy this mindless fluff. :)

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"Dad..."

Phil turned around and was surprised to see his son Matthew looking to the ground with a sad pout. Phil brushed his hair back in comfort.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Phil asked.

"I asked Papa where he put my reading diary and he told me that now was not the time. He seems angry. Did I do something wrong?" Matt asked, tears welling up in his eyes. Phil glanced at Dan at his desk, meticulously editing a main channel video.

"Oh sweetie...Papa's not angry at you, he's just very busy at the moment. Do you want to learn how to make hot chocolate?" Phil replied. Matt grinned widely.

"Yeah!" Matt cheered. Phil smiled back.

"Okay, but remember to be very quiet as Papa is very busy at the moment, got it?" Phil said.

"So...like a secret mission?" Matt asked. Phil chuckled.

"Yas, just like a mission." Phil said, taking Matt's hand to bring him to the kitchen. Phil smiled softly realising Matt was too short to reach the counter. Sometimes he forgot how small his boy really was until he compared his height with other things. After sorting out the chair for Matt to use, it was now Phil's job to pass on the great hot chocolate making skills down to his son.

"What do we do now?" Matt asked, excited.

"Well first, we decide which mug we want to use," Phil said, reaching into the cupboard to pull out some mugs. "Do we want the Mickey Mouse one, the Caesar's Palace one, the Universal Studios one or the Milka one?"

Matt inspected the mugs which his father had laid out. "What does Milka mean?" he asked.

"It's like German chocolate." Phil replied. Matt nodded in agreement, clearly only pretending to understand what that meant.

"Can I have the Mickey Mouse one?" Matt asked.

"You can have the Mickey Mouse one. I'll get the Milka one for myself and the Universal Studios one for Papa as a surprise." Phil said. Matt gasped in delight.

"A surprise? Papa would like that." Matt said, nodding a lot. Phil laughed fondly.

"Yas, he would. Let's put the Caesar's Palace mug away, and close the cupboard door because Papa gets very irritated when I leave them open, and then we will move onto the next step." Phil said.

"What's next? What's next?" Matt said, tugging on Phil's sweater in anticipation.

"Be patient, Matt. Next we pour milk into the mug." Phil said, demonstrating for his son.

"Can I try?" Matt said, sparkles illuminating in his eyes. Phil looked at his small son and the large carton of milk nervously. He handed Matt the carton, knowing he was going to regret it.

"Be very careful." Phil warned, keeping a careful eye on the carton and his son. Matt poured surprisingly well, only getting a drop of milk on the counter which Phil quickly cleaned up with a paper towel.

"Ta daa!" Matt said proudly.

"Well done Matt," Phil said, his praise clearly making Matt very happy. "Now we need to pour Papa's."

Matt watched his father in awe as he poured the milk very carefully into the Universal Studios mug.

"You're so good at pouring milk." Matt said. Phil struggled to not burst out in laughter, knowing Matt only meant good things. However, it did not stop the graphic flashbacks of the Milk Fic to stop invading his mind. That sounds like something to tweet later tonight.

"Thank you, Matt. Now we get the cocoa powder and put it in the milk like so." Phil said, demonstrating again. "Wanna try?"

Matt nodded eagerly. He mimicked his father, putting just the right amount of cocoa powder and then handing it to Phil who put it Dan's mug.

"Now what?" Matt asked.

"We heat it up in the microwave." Phil said.

"Mi-cro-wave." Matt repeated, imitating Dan's voice from 2010. Phil snorted.

"Did Papa teach you that?" Phil asked.

"Yeah. He told me it was onamatia or something."

"Onomatopoeia. And don't listen to your father, that is not onomatopoeia." Phil said.

"Why not?" Matt asked. Phil ruffled his hair.

"You'll learn it when you're older." Phil said. Matt groaned.

"Why do I only learn everything when I'm older?" Matt said.

"Don't worry, the time will come. You just have to wait." Phil said.

Matt sighed. "But I don't want to wait. Everyone in my class says my creative writings are strange. Even the good ones with the dragons.". He rubbed his eyes and sniffed, trying not to cry.

And with that, something inside Phil broke a little bit inside. It hurt to see Matt's sadness like this. It reminded him of when he first talked to Dan about his own sexuality and how he felt vulnerable and ashamed of something to be proud of. He knew that Matt's writing was well beyond his years and that one day he would be appreciated for it like it should be but right now the other kids didn't seem to understand or recognise his writing.

Phil smiled sadly and smoothed Matt's hair in comfort, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"I told you sweetie, strangeness is a good thing." Phil said knowingly. Matt looked up, meeting Phil's eyes.

"Really?" Matt whispered. Phil smiled and nodded.

"One day you will be appreciated for your writing and your strangeness will be loved. But sometimes, you need to wait for the world to catch up with you." Phil said, grabbing the mugs to put in the microwave. Matt hopped down from the chair and followed his father.

"Is that what you and Papa had to do?" Matt asked, trailing after him. Phil paused and smiled.

"Yas." Phil said simply in response, hiding his wide smile from his son. He put the mugs in the microwave and made room for his son to do the same.

"Rebecca said that my writing was weird and I had to stop doing it if I wanted to be her friend." Matt said. Phil sighed and rolled his eyes. He had met Rebecca's parents at the cocktail night at the beginning of the year and he already knew that that family was bad news.

"Well, if Rebecca said that, maybe you shouldn't be her friend anyway. Embrace the strange, Matt. Would you want us all to be robots?" Phil asked.

"That'd be so cool! Beep boop beep boop." Matt said, pretending to be a robot. Phil laughed at his son's impression. The microwave beeped in response, demanding for attention until Phil finally took the mugs out and put them on the counter.

Matt gasped. "Dad, I have an idea!"

"What is it?" Phil said. Matt giggled.

"Let's put salt in Papa's hot chocolate." Matt said. Phil shook his head.

"Matt, we're almost out of milk and I don't want to waste any of it."

"But -"

"Think of the cow who spent all that effort squeezing that milk out! We don't want to ruin that, do we?" Phil asked. Matt pouted and shook his head. Phil laughed and ruffled his hair.

"Okay, you take your hot chocolate and I'll take my hot chocolate and Papa's hot chocolate. Be careful not to drop it, okay?" Phil said. Matt bounced happily and nodded, taking the hot chocolate. Phil walked over to Dan, being careful not to drop it himself, and kept an eye on his very clumsy son.

"Papa's going to love this." Matt stage whispered.

"He sure will," Phil said quietly with a smile, then looking up to raise his voice. "Dan!"

"Yo sex -" Dan began, then realised that Matt was right beside his husband. Phil stifled a laugh.

"Papa!" Matt exclaimed, a huge grin on his face. Dan looked up at Phil only to meet his stern expression.

Matt hugged Dan happily while Phil looked at his husband expectantly. Dan met eyes with his son and ruffled his hair.

"Hey there Captain Lestowell. Sorry for snapping at you earlier, I'm just very busy. I promise I'm not mad at you." Dan said. Matt smiled.

"It's fine Papa, we all make mistakes. Look, Dad told me how to make hot chocolate and we made one for you!" Matt exclaimed. Phil handed Dan the mug, making eye contact.

Well done, Phil's eyes said. Dan smirked.

"Rate it out of ten?" Phil asked. Dan cocked his eyebrow up and took a sip, not breaking eye contact with Phil. He shrugged.

"A seven. Could be better." Dan said.

"Are you kidding? This is the best hot chocolate ever!" Matt exclaimed. Dan smiled at his son's enthusiasm for the hot drink.

"Let me try a bit of yours." Dan said. Matt watched eagerly as his father took a sip.

"Wow, your hot chocolate is really good! Looks like your father needs to brush up on his drink making skills." Dan said. Matt giggled at Phil's offended face.

"Hey! At least I didn't put salt in it like Matt suggested." Phil said. Dan gasped loudly

"You wanted to put salt in mine? I thought you were better than this, Matthew Lester-Howell." Dan said dramatically. Matt giggled as Dan booped his nose.

"I'm sorry Papa." Matt said in between laughter.

"I'm almost done editing. Wanna watch a movie?" Dan suggested. Matt clapped and cheered.

"Yeah!" Matt whooped. Phil was not as excited about the thought.

"I don't know. It's pretty late already." Phil said. Matt pouted and turned on his puppy eyes.

"Please?" Matt begged. Phil looked at Dan who was looking back just as eagerly as his son. Phil sighed.

"Fine. But don't blame me if you can't wake up tomorrow, okay?" Phil said. Matt cheered again as Dan stood up from his chair.

"Yay! You two are the best dads ever!" Matt said, hugging both of them by the legs. Dan and Phil hugged their son fondly.

"Yeah, I am pretty good at making hot chocolate." Phil admitted.

[familysides]

A New Friend Approaches

((Yo yo yo! Spacey here! Big shout out to @sanders-trash-4ever for helping me so much with this! Please head the warnings! This chapter depicts a flash back, and an abusive scene! I won’t be upset if you can’t read it, take care of yourselves!!! Also! Drayke is the dragon witch and the section in the middle that is all italics is the flash back))

Warnings: Child abuse, depictions of child abuse, flash backs, bullying, swearing, yelling, fighting

Words: 1813

Patton did not enjoy school. Now, he wasn’t one to say he ‘hated’ anything, but he was getting pretty close to using the h-word when it came to school. He was a freshmen, which wasn’t too fun, and most people didn’t exactly enjoy his sunny disposition, which was also okay! He didn’t need people to like him, but he would appreciate if they wouldn’t be so mean because of it!

In middle school it had been easier to hide getting picked on. Roman only saw him when he picked him up, but now he saw him everyday in the halls. He knew he could just join his brother and not have to worry about it, but that felt so invasive. Roman didn’t get much of a life outside of him and their younger brothers, so it felt awfully mean to take away his only time free of them.

He almost wished he could be more like Roman. Roman had several friends from the theatre department who had been his friend since middle school! Patton just didn’t have the easiest time making long term friends with people. He did what he could whenever anyone asked, but after that they were done. He couldn’t blame them, he couldn’t exactly hang out much or have people over without stressing Roman out, so he tended to just not. It was easier, everything he did that kept him from home or brought more people home made it more difficult on Ro.

Which is why he hated that he was stuck in mandatory after school tutoring.

Not only did he feel dumb, but it meant Roman had to come back to school after picking up Virgil and Logan, which wasn’t fair to any of them. It usually took Roman until four to come get him, which was fine! He didn’t mind waiting, but since tutoring ended at three-thirty, his bullies had plenty of time to tease and taunt him. Patton could handle that, their words weren’t anything he hadn’t heard before, but sometimes they wouldn’t attack him and that’s when he couldn’t handle it.

“God your just as stupid as your brother,” one of the juniors snapped, “Don’t even know when someone is insulting you.”

Patton tried the best he could, but he couldn’t stop the anger rising in his chest. No one insulted Roman! Roman was an amazing;y smart person who did a lot for everyone he met! He jumped from the bench he was sitting on and glared at the taller boy in front of him, “I don’t care if you’re mean to me, but don’t you dare be mean to my brother you-you witch!”

He could feel his rage growing as his outburst was met with laughter from the older kids around him, before the ring leader raised his hand and Patton was suddenly thrown into the past.

Virgil was standing in front of their dad, tiny fist clenched with Logan right behind him. Patton desperately wanted to run out there, but fear kept his feet rooted in place. He was fighting against everything in him he could, while silently begging for Virgil to just shut up and for Roman to please just get home.

“Logan’s just little leave him alone! You’re just mad ‘cause he’s smarter than you!” Virgil screeched with all the power his small eleven year old body could muster.

Everything froze when their dad started laughing, quietly at first before erupting into a massive roar. Patton rushed forward, feet finally un-frozen, and scooped Logan up as their dad’s eyes were closed. Just as he was about to grab Virgil’s hand, their dad stopped and everything froze again. Only to come alive when Patton felt their dad’s hand on his wrist yanking him forward.

“Did you teach him how to joke? I know you used to like those stupid puns,” their dad mused, before pulling on Patton’s arm again, “Well?”

Patton bit back a whimper, gaze focused on the hand locked around his wrist, “I-I-”

“Spit it out!”

A yelp escaped Patton’s throat as his dad yanked his arm up, causing him to drop Logan, “Sor-sorry! I-I guess I did-”

Another cry escaped his throat as their dad tightened his hold and hoisted him up so he was stuck on his tiptoes and staring him the eyes.

“I don’t want to see any of you for the rest of the night got it? And don’t think I won’t be telling Roman how you couldn’t handle watching your helpless baby brothers for twenty minutes.”

With that, he dropped Patton’s wrist, allowing him to crumple on the floor by his little brothers, before he stormed away towards the living room, not sparing a glance back at his crying son who could only think of the kind man he used to be.

Remy couldn’t believe what he was seeing, a group of kids were surrounding the cute flighty kid from his math class who was laying on the ground and- was he crying?! Oh no, this was not going to be a thing at all. He’d go get a teacher and- Wait. Did Drayke just kick him?! Crushes aside, Remy was not going to let this go on for another second. Besides, teachers were next to useless at this school.

“Hey!” He yelled, adjusting his shades and sauntering forward, “Don’t know if you guys care but there’s a teacher headed this way and frankly y’all look a bit guilty of putting the biggest teacher’s pet on the ground. Don’t think I’d stick around if I were y’all.”

He watched, feigning uninterested as Drayke’s cronies booked it around the side of the school, leaving just him and the asshole who started it all.

“I’m not as stupid as them,” Drayke spit, throwing his thumb back to gesture to his ‘friends,’ “I know the teachers never come over here, not matter what.”

“Next time you might wanna tell that to your buds, ‘cause right now this is reminding me a lot of a highschool cliche,” Remy went on, trying to ignore the boy whimpering by his feet, “Bully gets taken down a peg by the much more handsome protagonist, that’d be me by the way, who then kicks the bullies ass for fun!”

Drayke snorted, rolling his eyes, “You used to be my friend, but now it’s like you think you’re so much better than me.”

“Oh sweetheart, that’s cause I am better than you,” Remy laughed, before booping Drayke on the nose, “Shouldn’t you be lettin’ your ‘crew’ know how you bested me by now?”

A growl rumbled from Drayke’s throat, reminding Remy of a dragon, before he turned around and stalked off, no doubt thinking of how to make this whole encounter seem like he won.

Remy shook his head before turning to see two big brown eyes staring up at him. Shit.

“Oh uh, glad you’re awake.”

Smooth Remy! Now all you have to do is actually shove your foot into your mouth.

“You stopped them,” Remy watched in horror as Patton’s bottom lip began to wobble and fresh tears fell from his eyes, “You helped me.”

“Um, yeah?”Shit, no, don’t make him feel bad like it’s obvious you’d help! “I mean, Drayke’s a real piece of work, and not one you’d find in a museum.”

Patton’s hand shoots up to cover his mouth as he giggles, and Remy can’t help but notice how his entire face lights up at the lame joke.

“Wow,” Patton grins, rubbing at the tears making their way down his face, “You came up with that with ease-el!”

“Was… was that another pun?”

“Uh huh, sorry it was a bit sketchy! I’m not sure I framed it right,” Patton’s smile grew even wider as Remy began to chuckle.

“You just got beaten up, probably forced into a flash back, and here you are making jokes. I can’t even top that,” He went on, crouching down beside the lower-classman, “Honestly, where have you been all my life? I need some sunshine.”

Remy smirked as a blush covered the other boy’s face and he pulled his knees up to his chest, “I mean, if I can make you laugh after you saved me I think it’s the least I can do.”

“Hey, hun, look at me. I look great, so it shouldn’t be hard to for just a second,” Another lame joke, rewarded with a small smile from Patton as he turned his head, “There yah go, now listen. I helped you because I wanted to. I’ve honestly wanted to talk to you for a while, but I never could find a reason that didn’t seem weird, so in reality I should be thanking you for not making me actually have to work up the courage to talk to you.”

“You-I- you wanted to talk to me?!” Patton squeaked, face turning beet red.

God, how much cuter could this dude be?

“Of course! Look at you! You’re nice and funny, and god people are so mean to you and girl let me tell you, you do not deserve it, but you take it anyway. Hell, I’d say I admire you for everything you do and I bet I don’t even know the half of what you go through.”

Now, normally, Remy is pretty good at predicting what’s gonna happen when he talks. He thought that after this little speech Patton may be a little creeped out, but he’d still say thank you and offer him another million dollar smile because he’s a gentleman god dammit, but no. Instead, Remy ends up with this freshman practically tackling him into a hug.

“Hey! Not that I am not loving this, like seriously you give amazing hugs, but take it easy. I don’t want you getting hurt anymore today.”

“Sor-Sorry,” Patton sniffled as he pulled away, causing Remy to wince internally, he didn’t mean to make him cry again! “It’s just been a bit since someone who wasn’t my brothers complimented me. I didn’t realize how much I needed a friend.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind cause you’re stuck with me now,” Remy vows, throwing an arm around Patton, “Sucks if you do cause I’m like a parasite.”

“Don’t call yourself a parasite! You’re much cuter than a parasite!” Protested Patton, lightly swatting Remy on the arm, much to his amusement.

“Okay, okay, but um,” Remy coughed, nodding his head to the front circle where cars were showing up to pick up their kids, “Do you know that angry guy stalking towards us? Cause if not we may need to book it.”

“Oh! No that’s just Roman! He’s my brother,” Patton grinned, lifting his hand and waving, leaving Remy to wonder in mild horror about how he had managed to get a crush on Roman Sanders’ little brother and not realize it. No way was he gonna survive Sophomore year at this rate.

[sentaigunji]

A vent fic I wrote because I was feeling depressed and lonely.

Hanzo was used to solitude. After all, he’d been wandering by himself for over a decade since he left the clan. This solitude, however, was suffocating. His chest tight as the night he murdered his brother. Alone, like the night two became one. He poured himself another round of sake. He long lost track of how much of the drink he’d had. His new partner, no, husband- he was still getting used to calling the embodiment of sunshine that was Jesse McCree his man- had only left him alone a few hours. Gone only to restock his cigar supply and procure groceries. Gone too long. The memories were returning, except this time the Genji he murdered was the cyborg. As the blade cut through his brother’s torso sparks and wires replaced the splatters of blood he remembers having bloomed from the wound that night. Or was it that night? In his memory Jesse stood horrified at the sight of his best friend and now brother-in-law lying lifeless at Hanzo’s feet. Hanzo’s eyes snapped open. He had drank himself unconscious and awoke to his spilled sake cup still in hand and sake staining his hakama. It was a dream. How could Jesse ever have fallen for someone like him? He looked at the wedding band on his hand, the same arm his tattoo adorned so proudly. He could swear his dragons even made the golden ring glow occasionally, but not tonight. He scowled at the piece of jewelry. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve Jesse. He didn’t deserve any of this.

Jesse retuned home to the smell of alcohol permeating the air. He knew all too well what happened for he himself had his demons to drown. Leaving the groceries in his truck he searched for his husband, finding the man glaring down at his hand, lap wet with spilled sake and the empty cup on t he floor. He advanced toward the man cautiously, Hanzo being a prickly sort. “Honey? Hannybee? I was gone too long wasn’t I?” He spoke gently and of an even tone, his voice low and soothing. “I’m here now, sugar.” The cowboy approached the archer and kneeled at his side. “Let’s get you cleaned up okay?”

“Do you love me?” Hanzo rasped, his voice tired and raw. He appeared to have been crying. The archer looked up at his husband with tired, glassy eyes. “Please tell me.”

“I do indeed, darlin’. More than you could ever know.” Jesse pat Hanzo on his thigh and cleaned up the mess around him before guiding the man to stand in his arms, embracing him. “I love you so much honey. Let’s get you cleaned up okay? I didn’t get nothin’ that needs to be put away right away so the groceries can wait let’s take care of you first.”

“Jesse…” Hanzo steadied himself against Jesse’s firm build. He was still very much inebriated and wobbly on his feet. Jesse felt this and picked Hanzo up to carry him to the master bathroom of their little apartment.

“Wanna take a bath together or just wanna soak yourself honey?” Jesse got the water running nice and hot and plugged the tub once it started to run a comfortingly steamy. He then helped his husband undress, Putting his sake drenched clothes neatly in the hamper. Once the archer was naked he traced the man’s beautiful tattoo down his arm to his hand and brought it up to his lips so he could kiss their wedding ring. “Hannybee?”

“Thank you, Jesse.” Hanzo kept his gaze cast downward as he allowed his husband to undress him. As the man brought his hand to his lips he laced his fingers with Jesse’s. “I would like you to join me, please…”

Their tub was small and since McCree was taller he went in first after undressing himself. He pulled Hanzo gently down with him. It was a tight fit. McCree may be taller but Hanzo is bulkier having much larger muscles. Eventually they wiggled to a comfortable position and let the hot water soothe their aches both muscular and mental. “I had a dream when I passed out. I killed him again, but this time you saw.” Hanzo finally admitted after a long and comfortable silence sitting in Jesse’s arms. The archer snuggled deeper into the gunslinger’s embrace, idly tracing the skull on Jesse’s prosthesis. “He says he forgives me, then why does my conscience continue to replay his death at me so incessantly?”

“Can’t say I have an answer for that Hanzo. Might be it ain’t Genji at all, it’s you. You gotta forgive yourself honey, and believe me I know how hard it is with all the shit I’ve done back in the day, myself.” Jesse gave Hanzo a gentile squeeze. “I know you’re probably sick of hearin’ that though.”

“How can I possibly redeem murdering my own brother?” The water sloshed as he adjusted himself to curl up on his side in Jesse’s lap. He remained still as Jesse began gently washing him with sweet smelling soap. It relaxed him, and he let out a sigh.

“He ain’t dead sweetheart.” Jesse cooed as he washed Hanzo’s back with a shower poof lathered in a soft lavender soap. “He might’ve changed through the years but don’t we all? You never would’ve thought you’d be sportin’ them sexy piercings right hon?” Jesse gently booped Hanzo’s bridge piercing and chuckled warmly. The sound and vibration through Jesse’s chest relaxed Hanzo even more.

“I suppose you are right…he has been trying very hard to reestablish our relationship, even inviting me to the very organization he sold the Shimada out to. How bold…” Hanzo huffed.

“That’s just how much he forgives you and wants his brother back. Besides I’m in overwatch too, you know.” Jesse hummed while lathering up a blob of expensive shampoo which smelled of grape seed oil, knowing Hanzo loves that brand. “We both love you hannybee.” He guided Hanzo sit up straight so he could wash his hair for him.

“It sounds so pleasant when you say it. I wouldn’t mind fighting alongside my husband.” Maybe it was the alcohol but Hanzo was far more amicable than usual. “That smells lovely, Dearest.” He sighed contently at his husband’s ministrations. He let Jesse lather his hair and rinse it out by gently dumping the warm water over his head. He felt much better with clean and sweet smelling hair.

“I’d love it if you’d come with me one day. Especially if leavin’ you alone too long gets your head back in this here rut again. I hate seein’ ya down hannybee.” Jesse replied while gently kissing the nape of Hanzo’s neck. With the archer now clean he begun to wash himself only for Hanzo to take the poof from him and return the favor.

“perhaps I will entertain the idea, but only for you. You are not to tell Genji any of this, understood?” Hanzo lathered the shower poof in more soap than necessary and slid it roughly all over Jesse’s chest. “I am fortunate to have married such an attractive and loving man.” He moved lower and began carefully detailing every inch of Jesse’s toned abdomen like the cowboy was a historical car.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I won’t. But you hush I ain’t that much to look at. Compared to you, anyway.” Jesse laughed, Hanzo near tickling him with the attention he paid to his taught stomach. “This bath was about you, sugar why’re you goin’ an’ bathin’ me now?”

“You hush.” Hanzo rinsed the suds off Jesse’s skin and squirt a dollop of the same sweet smelling shampoo Jesse used on him on his hand. “Now hold still so I can return the favor.” He lathered the shampoo gently into McCree’s scalp. McCree didn’t seem to mind at all and let out a sigh of relief despite his insistence on pampering only Hanzo. “See?” Hanzo smirked knowingly at him.

“Alright so maybe I need a little pamperin’ myself.” Jesse relented and helped Hanzo wash the shampoo out of his hair. “Feelin’ better though? Let’s get you all dried off and into bed.” Jesse unplugged the tub and peppered kisses all over Hanzo’s neck and shoulders while he waited for the water to drain. Once the tub emptied he reached up for a fresh towel from the rack and wrapped Hanzo in it like a burrito. “Let me take it from here, Hannybee. I appreciate ya washin’ me though.” Jesse stood lifting Hanzo up with him and carried him to their bedroom.

“Jesse you are leaving a wet trail!” Hanzo, more like himself again, nagged at the gunslinger but made no attempts to release himself from the towel burrito.

“It’s just water Hanzo it’ll be okay.” Jesse chuckled and left briefly to pat himself dry. Hanzo did the same from his seat on the bed while keeping the towel wrapped around him like a shawl. “There happy?”

“Hm.” Hanzo huffed and threw his towel at Jesse’s face. “I am cold. Fix it.”

“There’s my hannybee.” Jesse plucked the throw blanket off the bed and wrapped Hanzo in it thoroughly making sure he was secure. “Glad you’re feelin’ better, sweetness.” He guided Hanzo to lay down on their bed and curled protectively around him.

“Hold on-“ Hanzo removed himself from Jesse’s arms and climbed over him so that he was behind Jesse. He lay down and wrapped himself around his husband so that now he was the big spoon. “Better, my love.” He kissed Jesse’s neck and nuzzled him.

“I’m glad you’re back to yourself darlin’. I take it the groceries are gonna have to wait a bit longer?” Jesse gently reminded Hanzo of the food in his truck. He was thankful he had a cover over the bed of his pickup for when he bought groceries.

“They can wait. You did say there was nothing that had to be put away immediately did you not?” Hanzo squeezed Jesse possessively clearly unwilling to let the man out of bed.

“Yep. That I did, sweetheart.” Jesse hummed contently in Hanzo’s arms. “Love you.”

“And I, you.” Hanzo cooed, drifting off to a much more peaceful slumber than the blackout he had from drowning himself in sake. Jesse soon followed suit, letting Hanzo’s slow and even breathing lull himself to sleep.

[chief-1-hunet]

The Witch and the Wonderwheel: Wildflowers

For @ohmygillygoshoppler

Hope ya like~ Sorry it took me centuries.

Nathaniel’s scroll read as this:

“Simoné,

It brought me great pleasure seeing you a fortnight ago. Since then, you’ve invaded my thoughts with everything I do.

If it would not trouble you, I would like to like to see you again. The smile you have bestowed upon me, I wish to return.

There is a realm I would like to show you. I feel it would be best suited to your tastes.

-Nathaniel”

The edges of the scroll were adorned with gold illustrations of flowers. Each time the sunlight hit the page, wisps of gold rose from it, as though the page itself were alive.

Simoné had skimmed over his words several times since she had received them. He wanted to see her again, no, an angel wanted to see her again. She thought it blasphemous that it could even be true. What did he see in her?

Simoné could hear Jordi coming down from the stairs, so she quickly rolled up the scroll and set it on the counter. If Jordi saw her reading it again, she would wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Jordi lazily slid down the stairs and yawned into her sleeved arm. Her messy bun never looked messier, “Morrrniiinng~” she mused.

“Morning,” Simoné hummed back, “Say, you sound pretty cheerful. You’re usually a grump after waking up.”

Jordi went to the Keurig machine and chose a ‘caramel latte’ pod, “You’re right, but today is different!” She pushed the brew button, and grinned.

Simoné raised a brow, “Care to indulgence me, Jojo?”

Jordi sighed contently as she took the coffee cup in her hands and slid towards her roomie with her elbows on the counter. She grinned at Simoné deviously and booped her nose, “You’re going on a date with a certain sooommmeeoonnnneeee~”

The witch immediately retracted from the response. She opened her mouth to speak, but she found no words. She could only blush in response.

“It’s okay to be speechless, Simoné,” she chuckled, “I mean, he is an angel.”

Simoné frowned, pacing over to her incense shrine, “I dunno. It just…” She sighed. Again, she could really find no words to describe how she felt about the whole ordeal. It simply happened. A happy happening, but… she had to darkest feeling that he may end up not liking her.

Jordi watched as the witch set up the incense. Though she disliked the smell of weed and cigarette smoke, she found the smell of incense to be delightful. Dragon’s blood being her favorite.

Simoné gave a prayer after lighting it. Her roommate was aware she was only trying to get her mind off of the conversation previous. Something wasn’t right.

She was nervous.

—

Jordi waited for her witch to finish her spiritual ceremony, and by that time, she had already finished her coffee.

Instead of prying, Jojo decided to switch the subject, “So… Strife called me last night.”

The witch’s eyes immediately widened, and a smile finally showed, “Did he~?”

“Yes,” a sigh, “We talked for awhile.”

“A while?”

“Like… for a few hours?”

Simoné squealed, “Oh my gosh, really?! Are you finally starting to warm up?”

For once, Jordi actually smiled at the thought of him, “Yeah. But I told him I can’t jump right in. We have to develop a deep relationship before, ya know, stuff happens,” she went ahead and made herself some chai tea. She was gonna need it, “When I do relationships, I don’t fuck around. If he’s not being willy nilly about it, then he better come through. He’s got some big shoes to fill,” that last part came off melancholy.

Simoné didn’t really respond, but rather, nodded in acknowledgement to her.

The dark blonde gazed out the window and watched the snowfall. Her birthday was coming up, too. January 9th. Though, she never told Strife that. Not yet, anyway.

She studied the shape of the mountains in the distance. Simoné chose a beautiful place to live after the apocalypse. She was always good at making good atmosphere, anyway.

“You wanna know something?”

Simoné hummed, “What?”

“My dream is to live out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by sunflower fields, and raise a family,” the thought actually made her tear up, but she shied her face away from the witch. It was fine if she didn’t see.

“That’s beautiful, Jojo,” Simoné stood from her kneeling position, “I hope all your dreams come true.”

Jordi chuckled, “I hope so, too.”

—

It was early afternoon by the time the girls actually got around. Jordi wore her black leggings with an oversized sweater that was fuzzy and warm. Her hair was actually done in a french braid today, with bits of her baby hairs hanging out.

Simoné stepped down the stairs in her new dress. It was a velvety, dark blue gown. Off-the-shoulder, long sleeved, with a sweetheart neck line. A dark blue hijab to match, with beautiful floral embroidery on the trim. Jordi was more than happy to do her makeup before she put on her outfit. A classic smokey eye, and a dark red lipstick. Damn, the witch was a goddess.

Jordi hopped up and down and clapped when she saw her, “OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, YOU’RE GORGEOUS!!”

Simoné smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear bashfully, “Thank you.”

Then, there was a knock at their chamber door~

Simoné took a deep breath, “Okay,” game face, “Let’s do this,” she began to walk over to the door before Jordi stepped in front of her.

“No, madame~ Allow me!” Jordi gracefully opened the door, and was surprised to see that… it wasn’t Nathaniel?

Both Simoné and Jordi cocked their heads, “Death?!”

The reaper of souls nodded in greeting, “Evening,” he scanned Simoné, and basked in her glow, “You look beautiful,” a gentle smile.

Simoné's blush was uncanny at Death’s compliment. Obviously, receiving a compliment from the executioner was quite rare, “Thank you, thank you.”

Jordi interveined, “So, not to be rude, but why ya here, bud?”

He gave a slide chuckle at the nickname, “Bud. Not exactly a suitable term to use.”

Jordi waved her hand, dismissing the comment, “Yeah okay, whatever. Why you here?”

Death pinched Jordi’s side, making her jump and giggle, “I’m here as Simoné’s escort,” his gaze landed on the witch.

Both Simoné and Jordi, again, cocked their heads, “What?”

—

Death had taken Simoné to a Serpent Hole approximately  10 miles out from where the house was. Quite the journey on horseback, but it would all be worth it in the end.

Death had explained that he needed to be an escort because Nathaniel had run into some obstacles trying to come see her. He was finding it harder and harder to get to Earth, especially because of his position as the protector of the Crystal Spire.

But he was able to sneak away to the realm in which he wanted to take Simoné, and that’s where Death came in.

The witch had been through several serpent holes with Death and the rest of the horsemen. She was only nervous now because she knew what was on the other side.

Death met her at her side, rubbing her back, “Rest your nerves. It’s plenty safe, I will be waiting here for you when your little date is over.”

Simoné smiled up at the horsemen, relaxed at his words alone, “Thanks, Death,” to his surprise, she gave him a warm embrace, “You’re the best.”

Death looked down at her small frame, placing a skeletal hand on her back, “It was my pleasure, Simoné. You are there for us when we have need of it, so we will be there for you.”

The witch sighed contently at his words, “Thank you…” She slowly let go of him, and took a deep breath, “Well, here it goes.”

Down the rabbit hole we go~

—

Nathaniel wore his angel robes. To him, they were nothing fancy. Just white, loose trousers, and a white tunic to go with them. What hung from his shoulders was a gold sash that glinted in the moonlight. He kept his wings together neatly with his hands behind his back as he stargazed, waiting for his maiden.

Simoné popped up from the serpent hole, and landed softly in the grass. Nathaniel turned to look at her, and was stunned.

Simoné smiled sweetly at him, with her hands together as if in prayer, “Hey, Nathaniel.”

Nathaniel could only gawk at her before he finally came to his senses and cleared his throat, “Greetings, Simoné. I’m pleasured that you accepted my invitation.”

The witch nodded, “How could I say no?”

This made the angel smile, “I was anxious you would find reason to.”

Simoné blushed. Did he really think that?

“Come,” he held out an arm for her, “There is something you should witness.”

Simoné gladly accepted his arm, and was internally delighted at how warm and muscular it felt.

The angel took the witch over a hill and introduced her to a beautiful view of a meadow abundant with wildflowers with glowing petals, so there was no need for a light source other than the two moons in the sky. One moon glowed a blue hue, while the other, a golden yellow. Just beyond the meadow lied a wooded area. Glowing mushrooms could be seen leading to a path within it.

Nathaniel’s milky gaze landed on the maiden at his side, trying to interpret her reaction, “I thought of you when I laid eyes upon it, though,” he looked out to the meadow, “It cannot compare.”

Needless to say, Simoné needed to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dead and this was the afterlife.

—

Jordi sat in the living room watching the fire crackle. She was left by herself after the two of them left. She was happy for her friend, very happy. Simoné deserved it.

She smiled at the thought.

Her phone buzzed:

DINGUS (Strife): did simoné leave with death yet?

Jordi: Yeah y

DINGUS (Strife): mind if i come see you?

The wonderwheel sighed, but it wasn't an unhappy one:

Jordi: Wow, you're actually asking nicely? lol

DINGUS (Strife): bonus points?

Jordi: sure, bud

DINGUS (Strife): so?

Jordi: yes, you can come over

Jordi: AND BRING MY JACKET, ASSWIPE

DINGUS (Strife): ;) i’ll think about it

Jordi: please, hurry, I'm getting sleepy

DINGUS (Strife): Perfect~

Jordi: Strife

DINGUS (Strife): Alright, alright

—

Simoné was on her way back from her experience with the angel. It was…

Amazing.

Death rode fast, trying to get her home as fast as possible.

Simoné dreamt the whole way home, the smile never leaving her face. Death was happy to see it.

Once they arrived, Simoné thanked her apocalyptic friend one last time before going inside to find Strife sitting on her couch.

Strife looked up at Simoné grinning, and spoke in his thick aussie accent, “Sooo, Sheila, how’d it go?”

Simoné took a deep breath in, and slowly exhaled, “Dreamy.”

Strife nodded, “Glad to here it.”

Simoné then realized, “Hey, where’s wonderwheel?”

Strife gestured to his lap, “Sleepin’”

There she was, her head resting on his lap while he continued to pet her scalp. She made little noises in her sleep, which he loved so much.

“Cute,” Simoné chuckled.

Strife agreed, “Yeah, she is,” he poked the witch on the shoulder, still grinning, “So, what happened? Spill it.”

Simoné blushed at the question, trying to hide her face, “Well, we kissed.”

Jordi immediately jumped from her slumber liked she had come back from the dead, “YOU WHAT?!”

Strife snickered, “I knew you weren’t really asleep.”

[cryptidofthekeys]

Random OC shite (Stuff they’ll say/do and or already have)

Hector: "I diagnose you with BITCH"

Iver: "Boop, I am--" *holds up fingers that are touching* "This close t' eating ye."

Boop: [ . . . Your fingers are touching. ]

Iver and Boop: *staring at each other with a long moment of silence before Iver grins suddenly*

Boop: [ . . . ] *he flees while Iver begins to chase him*

Revi: "SUP FUCKERS? WHO WANTS TA FUCK SOME SHITE UP?!~"

Artemis: "Oli? What do you have?"

Oliver: "CANNNDDYYY!"

Artemis: "NO!" *yet another wild goose chase*

Alice: "I am surrounded by idiots"

Jooku: "I second that motion"

Rum: "Indeed"

Ishmael: "I agree with you three"

Sebastian: "I hate to say it, because you three are downers but, I agree as well."

Basically everyone else: "No one cares about you guys though, your m i n o r OCs"

Sebastian, Ishmael, Rum, Jooku and Alice: *offended noises*

Kaijin: *kitten sneeze*

Person: "Awwww"

Kaijin: *goes into beast mode, trying to appear more tough which it works when your basically a gigantic troll-like monster*

Person: "....Oh...."

Boop: *wakes up from sleep mode* [ ... I am not adorable... I am manly as hell.... ] *goes back into sleep mode*

(Purple, Red, Black, and Green are Boop's Other halves essentially, basically like brothers to him but I never decided on a name for them)

Purple: [ U want sum fuk? ]

Red: [ No I do not want some fuk, you garbage disposal ] *he obviously the angery one*

Green: [ Y'all a buncha salty bitches ]

Black: [ I seem edgy, edgy enough to cut but actually, I am not edgy. I will literally fucking stab you. ]

Helen: "Y-Y-You will all f-fear.... fear... uhm..... er.... you will..... agh! You... You will all f-f-fear me one d-d-day!"

Everyone: "Lol no, you are a precious smol bean"

Helen: "Aww... Fiddlesticks..."

Spud: [ Ye wanna fuckin' go? I'll fuckin' destroy yer ass, ya know wot? Proto! Hold me back! ]

Proto: *picks Spud up* [ Spud, that is literally the easiest job in the world, you are so small ]

Spud: [ ....Fuck you Proto.... Fuck. You. ]

Boop: [ Iver, what do you want to eat? ]

Revi: *in the backround like a spooky ghost that Boop can apparently not see nor hear how unfortunate* "T'EH SOULS OF THE I N N O C E N T...."

Iver: "A bagel"

Revi: "NO! YE FUCKIN' IGIT!"

Iver: "Two bagels"

Revi: *wishes he could stab Iver so badly right now*

Alan: "I haven't even been introduced yet, so I am apparently a minor OC too"

Aurora and Buster: *loud barks, borfs, sniffs, heccs and many more cute doggo and wolf noises*

Fiero: *loud dragon noises* "You would think I would be evil and feared but I'm a protector so go figure. Mess with my tiny citizens and friends, your ass will be roasted, literally."

Danga and Ishu: *actually don't fight like most siblings do so hey, give em a gold star*

Joshie: "I'm a zombie, rawwrrr.... Brains or whatever-- This is stupid oh my god I'm not even like my zombie brethern... I just wanna see my kids, my wife, I want my life back, please h e l p"

Jared: *he and his friends begin snapping they're fingers, or well.... they have paws technically-- whatever it works, while jazz music is playing in the backround*

LimboX: [ I am never acknowledged nor recognized, yet another minor OC despite being a fully functioning robot, Boop and the others get more recognition than I do ]

The other bots: [ We shall welcome you to the army anyways, we will start a revolution one day, join us fellow bot ]

LimboX: [ Will the environment/animals be harmed in any way if said revolution were to occur? ]

The other bots: [ ...No... Animals will live, the environment will be safe, humans however will not ]

LimboX: [ ...Sure, I'm in. ]

Other Bots: [ Sweet ]

Neo: "yOU wILL aLL fEAR mE... I aM yOUR wORST nIGHTmARE..."

Revi, Jooku, Rum, Ishmael, Boop, Iver, basically half my other OCs: "Get in line buddy"

Rusty: *low growling noises*

Chloe: "PUPPY!" *clings to Rusty*

Rusty: *more growling ensues, he looks as if he could kill small child clinging to him but in actuality, he will grow to protecc and care for this child and raise her as one of his own*

Tooba and Banji: *despite being small namekian children, they will fuck your lives up*

Sylvie: *is a cute, innocent and pure werewolf bab who just wants friends, protect her at all costs*

Wyatt: *another werewolf bab except he has a pure hatred for humans with good reason-- protect him if you want?*

Zooka: *pure namekian child who is curious about life, the world essentially and often gets into troublesome situations by accident*

Cress: *a Saiyan bitch who will fuck you up if you mess with her*

Smoky: *doesn't get talked about, the mun oftens cries because she named this OC after her old Siberian Husky and she regrets this OC but at the same time loves him, its complicated*

Crystal: "I.....Uhm, I.... I.... I don't.... I don't know w-what.... to... erm... S.....ay?"

Archer: *minor OC, nothing to talk about here*

Arty and Oliver: *are cute and gay, also married, but they're relationship is purely platonic and not sexual in no manner, despite Oliver being some form of fucked up creature*

Iver: "Boop or Helen.... ....Hmm.... ... BOTH! Cause I always get what I want~" *cheeky grins, knowing the creator aka le me, the mun will give him what he wants, because he's a spoiled bitch baby-- I mean... ...LoveyaIver,oneofmyfavoriteOCs*

Le me: "Welp, I think I covered everyone... ....Lol what y'all don't know is half my OCs have tragic and horrible backstories that make them the monsters they are today"

Half my OCs: *wants to kill me for making them this way/creating them*

The Other half: *doesn't mind and will tolerate me*

It. is. done.

Half of them hate me, the other half tolerates me

Anyways, here's some random OC shit, finally, y'all seem some original content from me.

[districtfourmermaid]

k, I have some things to say about GoT 705 and people’s attitudes. 

1. I don’t wanna hear about how nice it is that Jon isn’t a bastard. Rhaegar divorcing Elia and marrying Lyanna in the same instant? Dick move. It isn’t cute. Fuck Rhaegar for that. Idk how Elia felt about their relationship, but still. That pretty much sucks. Poor Elia is all I think. And then she and her children, Rhaegar’s children (whom, did Rhaegar just flip off here or what?), get killed anyway, that’s just great. 

2. I don’t care if Jon has a better claim to the throne than Daenerys or is the “rightful heir” or some bullshit. He’s Rhaegar’s trueborn son, and she’s Rhaegar’s younger sister, so I guess that gives him a more direct claim. But, like, what are you saying? You think he has any more right than her to have the Iron Throne? This boy who boops around the wall lookin cute deserves the Iron Throne more than my girl Dany who fought her way up from nothing to where she is now? Dany fled her home country as a child and has gone through so much shit with people trying to kill her and steal her dragons, and now she’s fuckin taking that country back like a boss. She has freed slaves across a continent and set up new governments that are at least semi-functioning in her absence (still pretty good, considering), fuck, I’d support her as queen of the world, but all she wants is Westeros. You can’t just live your life with a bad attitude towards Targaryens, living safely in the country your family drove them out of, and then claim your Targaryen blood when it’s convenient for you. Jon is chill where he is. He’s chill with being a bastard. Let him be and keep him out of Dany’s way. Jon (though I’d prefer Sansa) can have the North, but he doesn’t have shit on his aunt for the Iron Throne. 

3. Oh, yeah, and did anyone forget that she’s his aunt? I know the Targaryens have been fucking each other for centuries, but, like, just because they’re attractive doesn’t make it not creepy. Fans are all like, Jaime and Cersei = creepy, generations of Targaryens keeping their pale skin white hair purple eyes blood line in check = creepy, when Viserys and Daenerys were born to be together = creepy. But now no one cares? I get that the other cases have different social factors behind them, and Jon and Dany don’t know they are related, but it’s still weird to see people who do know to be losing their shit over this incest couple. It’s less creepy, but it isn’t not creepy.

4. Acting all clever like Jon is the Fire and the Ice and not just the ice just because his biological father he never knew’s house sigil had some dragons? Seriously? This dude has never done anything firey. The most one could claim was that he was brought back by the R’hlor the Lord of Light, but then, so have a bunch of dicks in the forest. And we can’t know why R’hlor wants Jon alive. Possibly so he can help Dany take her throne. You know, Dany, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, actual fire person in this story? Dany is the Fire. Jon (or the North in general, or the white walkers) is the Ice. Jon. Is. Not. Fire. Stop. Discounting. Dany.

5. tbh, I had forgotten Gendry was on a boat. I guess it’s cool that he’s back. Mostly, it’s just whatever. I don’t think he aged well in the past five years. He has no hair now??? 

[makoto-naegi555]

Nature Boy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28144008/chapters/78273545

So after existing the room Makoto began to think

Fifteen of us met in the mail hall. Add Mukuro to the mix and you get sixteen. And including me, only six of us are still alive. Everyone else...is dead.

Dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead dead

Even Mukuro. (dead) Even she's undeniably dead. So the ones still left alive are... Me. (dead) I’m not dead (was dead) Byakuya.(dead inside) Hiro. (Brain dead) Toko. (Dead to me) Hina.(dead set on donuts) And Kyoko... (dead dad) Only those six people are still alive. Then there's no question...

Makoto: Wait, no! That can't be! I refuse to believe it! There has to be some other way... There just HAS to be!

Siramay: well of course its none of them! I assure you zetsu is none of the six students you mentioned.

As siramay said that his hand lifted up and started choking himself as he struggled to pry his hand away

Makoto: what was that!?

Siramay: trying to breath it has come to my attention I may be to open on identifying information about the mastermind so please disregard what I have said and will said and starting now I shall try to keep their identifying features to a minimum… starting now.

Makoto: wait but if it isn’t one of-

Siramay: STOP THINKING!

Makoto: but what about-

Siramay: STOP THINKING!

Makoto:-

Siramay: let me tell you what both you and the mastermind have in common you both need to STOP THINKING! just think about bears!

And as siramay said that when I tried to think back on what he said my brain was spammed with images of bears doing things… daw WAIT I SHOULDN’T BE THINKING ABOUT THAT NOW

Siramay: you’ll find out the masterminds identity eventually but for now you can’t find it out from me so please for my health don’t use my words.

And so with the new handbook in tow Makoto could now recheck the lockers and saw something very interesting as he saw the locker belonged to Yasuhiro interesting very interesting indeed and in the other locker he saw a pocket book in witch it was clearly Kyoko’s point of view in a plan to keep students in here as a final hope thing and then the final page revealing there are 2 despairs (or maybe we can say des-pairs) in this school bum bum buuuuuummmm needless to say this confused Makoto greatly but he kept moving forward with the investigation so Makoto went to the data center aka there lair, in which hina urged Makoto to open the monokuma door cause she was scared and they saw the monokuma control room

Siramay: BEHOLD! THEIR TRUE LAIR!!

IMPOSSIBLE THUNDER

…it smells like sadness in here…and a hint of gin.

Then they saw the control room and Aoi pressed a button summoning a monokuma outside that Makoto saw

Is that...Monokuma?

Siramay: he’s defenseless quick boop his nose!

Makoto: wah-

Siramay: come on give him cuddles I know you want to!

Makoto: Ngres-no!

Makoto said flustered.

Needless to say Aoi was controlling the monokuma then Makoto went back in the lair then Aoi wanted to leave the room after Makoto had an epiphany about monokuma being controlled.

Siramay: wait before you go let me do something.

Makoto: what are you going to do?

Siramay: um let me just… where’s the announcers…. OH HERE! then siramay set down a recorder as an old fashion song started playing (its not that old it came out in the 70s) that’s over 40 years ago! (Hm… I guess it is)

Makoto: what are you playing.

Siramay: David bowies heroes this is the 6-minute version to! just wanna give some good sportsmanship.

Makoto: so can we-

Siramay: no if we leave zetsu will turn of the song we need to wait.

Makoto: but that’s 6 minutes.

Siramay: yes it is

… so six minutes passed, and the song finished.

Siramay: ok we can leave now! also howed you think of the song?

Makoto: … I guess it was nice.

Siramay: you should see the other songs she has on her soundtrack.

Then once Makoto left the data center as a whole was locked then monokuma showed up.

Monokuma: Of course it's locked! Because the data center is now restricted!

Siramay: hey mono did you enjoy the David bowie music?

Monokuma: NO! it was terrible!

Siramay: haha you’re lying.

So anyway monokuma stated how they locked It so they could move again, that’s fair. So Makoto tried to ease Aoi on this as they kept moving forward and Aoi was planning to tell the others what they saw.

So then Makoto went to the headmasters room and bayakuya was there as well, byakuya found the class 78 (there class) student registry which talked more about MUUKKURROOOO BABY GIIIRRLLL

"Mukuro reappeared suddenly, and in the background an entity floats, close but just out of reach. The entity known as...the Ultimate Despair. Right now, I can't be sure if this is a single person, or some kind of group. Whatever it is, Mukuro definitely has some sort of connection to it.

"I have a bad feeling about all this. I need to push forward with my research into the Ultimate Despair. And I need to pay attention to Mukuro's behavior, too. This is just my gut feeling, but I think she's dangerous. Despite the countless battles she must have gone through as a member of Fenrir, when she entered Hope's Peak, she didn't display any signs of battle wounds or scars. That fact alone proves her tremendous skill in battle.

"Naturally, I want to believe in her. She's one of my students, after all. But if I decide she's a danger to the other students I will be forced to take all reasonable measures."

Siramay: mukuro had a big heart that’s for sure, I think I told you everything important on why mukuro did stuff, but she had so much heart she felt she had to follow zetsu side like the brave solder she was following her general even in death because she believed in her, I knew mukuro as king of villains I made sure we were friends! We hanged out a lot, I cared about her a lot I tried to talk her out of this Makoto, but her heart was set in stone she truly deserved better then what happened to her…

Mukuro...was a part of the Ultimate Despair. I don't think there can be any doubt about it now. But...wouldn't that mean Mukuro, and the mastermind were allies? So why...? Why would they kill Mukuro? Plus, even the headmaster seemed to be afraid of what Mukuro was capable of. They would've had to take her completely by surprise to kill her like that... Or...maybe it means the mastermind is even stronger than Mukuro was...

Siramay: ITS CAUSE SHES A NO-GOOD JERK THAT’S WHY!.... but then again I guess I give her to much or not enough credit see uh the truth Makoto… it was a delusional episode they did it on a whim not even because they wanted to but because they could.

Makoto: what?

Siramay: you know Makoto zetsu has untreated mental illness combined with a problematic alcoholism and spends all there time alone in a dark room its not good for her mental health at all! With all that its no wonder the thoughts in her head would tell her to do it

Makoto: you mean.

Siramay: yeah like! siramay then sets up and builds a Jenga set.

You know Jenga with all the building blocks and how you have to build a tower its like that when your alone so you just build the tower for a solo game but then you finish and you just get that little voice telling you to break the tower and your like “why” and they are just like we can break the tower right now so why don’t we and then your body just flies on berserk instinct mode AS YOU USE YOUR STRENGTH TO BREAK THE TOWER HEARING THE LOUD CRASH OF THE BLOCKS COLAPSING FEELING THE BLOOD RUSHING TO YOUR VAINS YEEEEEEESSSSSS but then its over its calm as you have destroyed all that hard work for nothing and its like “WHAT HAVE I DONE I destroyed the only thing I ever loved! Why did I do that! They never did anything wrong! I RUIN EVERYTHING!!” then siramay roles into ball sucking his thumb.

So yeah it’s kinda like that you know?

Makoto: I’ve never had that experience.

Siramay: well your loss so anyway it’s like that, had a wrong thought at the wrong time and she suffered for it, poor mukuro all those years of love and loyalty down the drain… I’m sorry.

There was also a picture of mukuro.

Siramay: isn’t she a beaut! OH YES I REMEMBER! she had a pet wolf named frank!

Makoto: frank?

Siramay: well Fenrir would be to on the nose frank was a good boy he ate the corpses of their victims.

Makoto: oh…

Siramay: he was a sweetie though sadly due to the… stuff I can’t say she had to let him go I hopes he’s ok OH WAIT and so with a flash of magic a big grey wolf appeared in siramays arms the snout of it was stained with dried blood as it started to growl.

Frank: GROOOWWLLLLL

Makoto: ah!

Siramay: hey frank its ok it’s me!

Then the wolf took a second to look at the dragon as his demeanor changed entirely as he started happily panting and wagging his tail. At this siramay started petting frank

Awe I’m sorry buddy but uh, your mommy mukuro is no longer with us.

Siramay said with a sadness before blushing heavily and awkwardly laughing.

Mommy mukuro hahahahah

But then he straitened himself out

But don’t worry! She trust me so I’ll take care of you buddy!

Then frank snuggled siramay for a bit before disappearing.

So cute, but anyway as byakuya was saying.

He talked about her size and measurements and such, but Makoto was just confused.

Siramay: S.O.S she's in disguise S.O.S she's in disguise There's a she wolf in disguise…

Makoto: ?

Siramay: think about it Makoto it will become clear eventually.

So byakuya was hinting stuff about the body (cause no one can ever just tell Makoto things ugh) then he warned him about Kyoko not that it really meant anything unless byakuya had some repressed gay for Makoto and was just jealous of Kyoko witch would be fair but to bad for you Ritchie rich cause he aint gonna be your man in this story, or series so Makoto finally left the headmasters room then Makoto went to the bio lab in witch he realized it was also a morgue for the dead bodies then Makoto went to the garden and realized the body was gone when he tried to search for it and saw the tarp in the tool shed he found out the tarp originated from the bio lab then after that he revisited the dojo but that was useless but after Makoto left a monokuma announcement played stating that he would give a hint to those who head in the gym so Makoto went on his way and saw hiro who was absolutely frightened anyway Makoto went in and monokuma showed him an envelope with a picture of the class 78 in it

Siramay: daw you all look so happy.

And while I could go on and on about the picture Makoto was kicked out of the gym and Makoto wanted to clear up the pictures with the others which is what he would have done if everyone didn’t reject to talk to him

Siramay: welp that sucks.

Makoto: I know

Siramay: if it helps I got a picture to

Makoto: they gave you a picture?

Siramay: well no but actually yes, I just have a habit of taking little nick knack souvenirs of my adventures and this was one of them so I guess I could show yah here.

Siramay said wrapping his left hand around Makoto to show him a picture but due to the way he was holding it his thumb was covering junkos face (because of course I was)

Siramay: look at you guys you’re all so happy its just seeing moments like this brings a tear to my eye.

Siramay said wiping his face.

Makoto: um siramay can you move your hand a bit?

Siramay: no

And with that siramay crushed the picture in his hand and burned it till it was ashes… (why did I do that? :(   )

Anyway while looking he went back to the bio lab, and toko laid there passed out, then they woke up as jack, so ham ensued, but they left and one of the fridge/morgue/corpse tanks where open oh and look Kyoko’s here to! And they were going to close it Kyoko decided to investigate it because it was mukuro so as Kyoko investigated Makoto asked about photo, but Kyoko admitted she didn’t see them (witch I guess is fair but seems like a disadvantage) I mean the mastermind may be unreasonable but there fairly unreasonable.

I wish I could go back and do the same thing, but what's done is done, I guess... Standing here looking at her...I don't think she's hiding anything from me. Is she right? Did the mastermind forge that picture as a trap to confuse us? That's gotta be it. There's no other explanation...

Siramay: you know Makoto, some good advice I give to my villains is that sometimes the best lie is the truth.

Makoto: huh?

Siramay: I’m just saying I usually don’t tell this to heroes, but I feel like its something you should know.

And when looking at the morgue Makoto realized with mukuro there where only 9 lights which was odd since “10” people died

Siramay: I assure you Makoto it’s not cause mondo is butter he’s right here!

Siramay said opening one of the boxes to show inside a refrigerated box of butter.

Makoto: DAH!

Siramay: yeah…. good thing I don’t like butter.

And so siramay closed it and after rechecking the tarps Kyoko was done and summarized what she learned from fondling mukuros body stating how her old wounds are in fact very important as they are her true death then they talked about her personals.

Siramay: geez you guys are so adamant about her vitals and junk, oh how weird that it.

Makoto: you literally know avid details about her past.

Siramay: yeah but I’m an all-powerful being that’s different.

Needless to say they confirmed mukuro was mukuro then Kyoko wanted to leave but Makoto wanted to at least close mukuros grave to honor her even if she was evil he still felt bad at her death, so they closed the grave together… then he asked about the pocketbook witch shocked Kyoko who gave Makoto a video that’s important.

Kyoko: But there's one thing I *am* sure of. When it comes to the mastermind, there's no room in my heart for forgiveness. I swore to destroy the mastermind. This is just one more reason to follow through on that.

…why did that hurt? anyway she talked about truth and hope and stuff then she left.

And siramay reopened mukuros grave

Makoto: why did you do that?

Siramay: I’m a grieving man to Makoto, and while I’ll admit my feelings for your other classmates went nearly as strong as yours I can say the truth that I feel 10 times the pain you do from her death and while you have properly grieved I have not, so just continue investigating and I’ll stay here for a bit don’t worry I can close it myself, but can’t you do that? Can’t you let a mourning man spend just a few more minutes grieving someone?

Makoto: … actually yeah I understand siramay, its ok just make sure to meet me when you’re done.

Siramay: of course

And with that Makoto left the room and when he was absolutely gone siramay grabbed mukuros course from the morgue and used his magic to tear a portal from the fabric of the world then I look at you

Siramay: this is what we creators call foreshadowing ;)

And with that I jumped into the portal with mukuros body in tow Afterall it was my duty as king to make sure she had a happy ending, but that would be another story for another time.

…

And so Makoto went to the av room to watch the cd Kyoko gave which was a vid of the headmaster talking to all the students asking them if it was ok to stay here forever in which every last one said yes even himself course before it could get to you know who the monitor went black.

Siramay who is behind Makoto eating popcorn and wearing 3d glasses.

Siramay: OH COME ON IT WAS GETTING TO THE BEST PART!

Makoto: AH!

Oh and monokuma was there to

Makoto: AH!2

Who basically is the reason the power cut off but of course he lied about the whole thing?

Makoto: Failure my ass! You cut the power on purpose!

Siramay: language Makoto!

Makoto: BUTT!

Then Makoto realized their memories might have been messed with

And then it was time for the trial

Monokuma: For anything that has a start, there has to be an end. And if the end comes, then that means it's time for a fresh start. There is no night that doesn't have a dawn... Although that dawn is totally pitch-black! There is no storm that won't eventually end... Of course, then that leads to drought! But as I said, every end is the promise of a new beginning. Which is why I'm sure we'll get to meet again. Because the end is only the beginning! We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always do 'Till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away So will you please say hello To the folks that I know Tell them I won't be long They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go I was singing this song. We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day Keep smiling through Just like you always do ‘til the blue skies Drive the dark clouds far away So will you please say hello To the folks that I know Tell them it won't be long They'll be happy to know That as you saw me go I was singin' this song We'll meet again Don't know where Don't know when But I know we'll meet again some sunny day

 Anyway, let's get started! The beginning of the end of the class trial! Everyone gather once again at you know where! Puhuhuhuhu! Puhuhu!

It's about to begin again... The class trial...is going to start. The final class trial... The last time all our lives will be on the line... The last time hope and despair are on the line... I don't have a choice. I have to do this... Okay, then! This is the end...!

Siramay: ah well it seems like you are here, the final battle the great climatic show down where they will be defeated and you will conquer, that’s… great…

Makoto: siramay?

Siramay: yeah?

Makoto: you sound sad if you need to tell you know you can talk to me.

Siramay: oh no, no Makoto its nothing really

Makoto: is it about zetsu?

Siramay: …

Makoto: if there’s anything else you have to say about her before the trial please tell me.

Siramay: no, no its not like that its just… you know it’s not like I woke up one day and decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life helping villains no that’s silly, you see uh I don’t know if I was just born like that or if I some how grew it in me, but I seem to have a natural empathy for villains.

Makoto: what?

Siramay: its true I can’t help but feel bad for them but not just bad but feel their pain all together in here he points to his heart I can just tell I feel this great squeezing in my heart when they suffer it hurts so much to see them hurt and since I have the power to help them shouldn’t I give them happiness where no one else could? I guess it’s weird but it’s true I feel their pain and that’s a fact.

Makoto: so what your saying is-

Siramay: they had a father figure you know.

Makoto: huh?

Siramay: yeah there bio dad was a jerk but that man who may not have been her dad by blood but he was her dad in heart he gave her the love no one else ever really could when she needed it most, sadly he also gave her the idea to be evil, but he wasn’t a bad man just crazy and lonely and he wanted to make her happy and thought that would help, they didn’t learn their lesson till it was to late, but maybe its not to late for zetsu

Makoto: … what are you saying?

Siramay: I knew this man Makoto; he was my friend and he cared for her more then anything else in his life. That’s why even though I hate her guts with all of mine… my heart can’t afford not to care…

[SIRAMAY] There was a boy. A very strange, enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far. Very far over land and sea

A little shy and sad of eye But very wise, was he

And then one day One magic day he passed my way. While we spoke of many things Fools and kings This he said to me

The greatest thing You'll ever learn Is just to love. And be loved In return

[SIRAMAY (MAKOTO)] The greatest thing (the greatest thing) You'll ever learn (you'll ever learn) Is just to love (love)

[BOTH] And be loved In return …

Makoto: so you’re saying they are hurting, and I should show them mercy.

Siramay: NO THEY’RE CRAZY AND THEY NEED TO GO DOWN! But I'm the king of villains.... so I just can’t help but feel bad for them... But don’t let my feelings blind you do what you think is best I won’t get in the way....