#argus corgi

[breannasfluff]

Argus & Hope Corgi

Argus is from Galaxy: The Prettiest Star || Hope Corgi is a fandom creation They are available on Redbubble!

More info on the doggos under the cut

Argus can talk! He's not a true "dog", he's a protection unit organic "robot". Comic link

Hope Corgi is a fandom creation (DC are cowards, make it real!). I don't know too much about Hope, but you can read the cutest wiki page here!

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I have so many pictures of this corgi on my camera roll right now

Let’s play a game

Everyone post the most recent picture in your camera roll. You only get one sentence to justify yourself if you wish. This one is mine.

My boyfriend is rly good at Latin, so I was looking up how to say ‘I love you’ but found this instead :)

Your turn!

@bookmovietvworm

@myfairkatiecat

@i-am-a-fish

@valtsv

[kilowogcore]

A regular corgi: Adorable, perfect fer rubbin' their perfect little belly!

A talking corgi: Uncomfortably naked

Argus gets a pass though, he's too cute!

(Art sampled from "Hawkgirl" Vol. 2 #1 by Jadzia Axelrod, Amancay Nahuelpan, Adriano Lucas, Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou, Dave Wielgosz, and Kristy Quinn. Edits: Dialogue.)

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Hawkgirl #2 Review

Hawkgirl #2 Review #hawkgirl #DCEU #dccomics #comics #comicbooks #news #dcu #art #info #NCBD #previews #reviews #amazon

Writer: Jadzia Axelrod Artist: Amancay Nahuelpan Colors: Adriano Lucas Letters: Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou Publisher:  DC Comics Price: $3.99 Release Date: August 15th, 2023 Kendra Saunders continues adjusting to life in Metropolis in Hawkgirl #2.  New heroine Galaxy (along with their intrepid talking dog Argus) is trying to get Kendra to open up and be more social, which terrifies Kendra even more…

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Lantern Corps and a 10 year old Child

In a last post, I said the Lantern Corps would love Captain Marvel because he’s omni-lingual (and there’s so many different species so it makes sense that they would feel comfertable around a guy who can speak their mother tongue, no matter how obscure it is).

And then it came to me in a glorious vision, the Cores would LOVE or absolute HATE Billy Batson, be it as a kid it as Captain Marvel.

First on the Love Captain spectrum:

Red Lantern: that’s the corps that’s the most insistent. Man’s fights littéral Wrath and demons alike on a weekly basis. Man’s go to weekly poker night with Satan and other Wardens of Hell. Why? Because he has his own prison dimension in th Rock of Eternity, who also holds the strongest demons.

Yellow Lanterns: as champion of magic, he holds a lot of weight. Especially for magic users. One flick of a wrist and boom, your magic is gone. The whole concept of ‘The Champion’ is enough for most to fear him. That and one does not play poker with The Devil from The Bible and other figures from various religions, and just have a normal presence. He’s terrifying when he wants to be. In his Cap form, he needs to actively tamp down to appear more family friendly, and not the eldricht horror he knows he could easily look like.

Green Lanterns: Homeless Child Superhero dealing with horrors must adults can’t handle. That takes willpower. Even before Captain, I’m pretty sure off willpower alone he could qualify. But what’s the real ringer is his imagination. The Rock of Eternity has access to magical dimensions that no amount of crack could dream up. Man’s had to learn how to use Looney Toones Logic irl and it works. Man’s got a while Disney Dimension with Ballerina Hippos with their Croc partners. Mans has debates about files with littéral walking talking dinosaurs. Billy is hella creative, and who knows what would be made with a ring.

Blue Lanterns: do I … do I need to explain? There are the lantern corps of Hope, I think the rest is pretty self explanatory. I will say though, he was close to accepting when he found out they got a Corgi. Even closer when Dex Starr, the red lanterns cat got a

Orange Lantern: bro fights the physical manifestations of the Seven Deadly Sins , including Greed on a regular basis. By right of conquest, he really should be wearing the ring rn. They be trying to put a ring on it for ages.

Black Lanterns: he once revived Freddy and or Mary by reconnecting them to the rock, and since then is considered a ‘nécromancer’. Also (similar to the Avatar State) he has memories of past champions, including death, so one can argue he’s in a life and death loop.

White lanterns: same reasons as the Black Lanterns. They’ve been trying to get Billy to also out-do said Black Lanterns (who in turn try to recruit him some more). It’s just one vicious snowball effect now.

Now for the Hate Captain spectrum:

Star Sapphire Corps: The thing about Billy is that he’s AroAce. Very Aro and Very Ace. So those who draw power from love and try to flirt are met with the disgusted face of someone who’s famously nice. It was a devastating blow to the whole corps. At some point Hal decided to hide behind Cap to escape another Star Sapphire who fell inlove with him, and they just, lost their power. No longer had the ability to fly and everything. He’s Ace-ness is crippling. And it did bring memes. The Ace community was winning.

Indigo Tribe: he’s too autistic for them. And while being the warden of multiple dangerous beings fits their MO and all, they ain’t touching the bullshit magical logic with a ten foot pole. That, and the first time a ring was sent to him to recruit him to keep the evil ones in line, he roasted their whole system, their ugly ass uniforms (that particular shade of indigo clashed with his Hero Outfit way to much) and ended with a comparison to them with a guy called ‘King Kid’ and the fucking ‘Easter Bunny King’ that somehow did a much better job at Machiavellic while also being uhly. They never sent a second one. The red lanterns sent more.

Ultraviolet lanterns: again, man’s fights the Seven Sins on the regular, is their warden along with other sick evils, lies to the Justice League on the regular and plays poker with Demons (and wins) despite being one of the most honest people there is. That and he’s so dad shaped, it counters their power of daddy issues.

Bonuse:

It’s not uncommon for various JL members to receive lantern rings. They just don’t want to. So the standard procedure is to find your local lantern, and give them rings. At some point all the Corps made a lantern offers chart (and maybe the JL got a bit competitive).

Problem, that screen was using old alien tech that didn’t have colour. So they knew Cap had the most lantern offers, but they didn’t know which colours. Until it got fixed.

J’le looking at the rainbow that’s Captain Marvels Ring List: …

Batman: Captain, why is there so many red ones?

Billy, sweating: …

Hal, not comfy with the amount of yellow: I… I need to make a few phone calls.

John, the one who’s been receiving all of his rings: Uh, don’t remind me. I’ve been getting cramps with the amount of times I had to input the different colours.

Dinah: I don’t think even I’m qualified for the amount of therapy everyone is going to need.

WonderWoman: How to you have Negative Pink Rings??? You can’t get a negative number in a list

Billy, inputing the Zeta Tube: haha, it’s so weird

John: … do I need to add AroAce as a weakness for the Sapphires???

Bonus points if the results are open to the galactic public, and just wonder who tf are and ‘Billy Batson’ and Captain Marvel and why they are dominating the top ranks. What is in the Terra city Fawcette.

Extra Bonus Point if the JL go: Who tf is Billy Batson, and why is he ranked above Captain Marvel.

I’ve been waiting to do this one for a while. But never got the motivation. Let me know if I missed any, and feel free to write fanfic (please tag me if you do, I wanna reeeeead).

Final note, I want to give a certain someone a comment of appreciation.

@wonderjanga you are my favourite person on this app. You are the reason I decided to get out of my procrastination slump. Thank you for you content, it’s always so creative and I deeply enjoy it.

For those who don’t know them, I recommend checking out their content. It’s genuinely inspiration for me to start writing again. I don’t think I’ll be writing on ao3 soon, but maybe one day.

[devine-fem]

The issue is out. Circe seemingly turned Jon and Damian into puppy corgis…

Jon and Damian are in their 30s here by the way. I’m going to say it because some of the things Damian and Jon do in these comics are painfully out of character, TK is bad at writing the Al Ghuls and Damian… so “You haven’t smiled since you were four.” and Jon saying he is a void of emotions is not something he would do. Jon knows Damian better than most and would not make fun of his trauma and his trauma in general is not “My family is so evil and lock me into boxes” It’s deeper than that, King. Although, I enjoy the funny little segments these backups are giving, I’m distracted by the obvious OOC writing.

A lot of the time when they argue it really just seems like Damian is going out of his way to annoy Jon which can be funny if the writer was aware that this is not how he normally is but I doubt King does.

[tulippanes]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

v. — catch that dog.. again!

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Bathing a dog can go two ways. Either successfully or it'll be pure hell. With Hank? It's always the latter option, so it's good to be prepared. Well, maybe you over prepared a little. Just a teeny bit.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Koushi asks as he narrows his eyes.

"I'm taking precautions."

"By wearing goggles, gloves, and a floatie?" He crosses his arms over his chest and raised a brow. Okay yeah, you were definitely over prepared. Quite dramatic too, but it's Hank of all dogs. The little troublemaking corgi that'll probably somehow manage to learn to bury you alive. That Hank.

"The hazmat suit didn't come in time."

"You're bathing a dog," he says in exasperation. He thinks you're being ridiculous. When does he ever not?

"Have you ever bathed Hank?"

"...Just take off the floatie. You look stupid."

"Yeah. Hot mysterious man might see you looking stupid." You flinch when Tadashi randomly pops up from behind you. Turning to look over your shoulder, you glare at him and he snickers. Couldn't he just let that mystery man go? It's starting to make you regret telling them about him. You should've known, especially with the way they all started obsessing about people you've merely breathed around ever since the breakup with your ex.

You like to think you're over him, over that relationship. It's a nice thought to have. But that's all there is to it, just a thought. A thought that aids in trying to push down that aching.

With a sigh you slip off the floatie and step out of it. "Will you stop bringing him up? I don't even know the guy," you mutter. You were about to pick it up before a dog darts over to grab it and sprints away with it. Koushi was quick to run after it, telling the animal off all the while.

"Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Like how you haven't seen him since you met him?"

"Yes, Tadashi. That's what I've been saying." You roll your eyes as you take off the goggles and gloves.

Tadashi stares at you for a moment. He knows you're lying, that's what he believes. Of course you're lying to them about bumping into the guy that caught Hank. You've seen him what, three days in a row after meeting? But if you were to tell any of them that, let alone all of them, they'd go crazy.

"Are you really sure you didn't see him?" Hitoka asks from behind you, causing you to flinch once again in surprise. Damn, what was up with them suddenly appearing behind you so randomly?

You groan, "I'm sure. Don't you guys have dogs to take care of?" You shoo the two away and they let out protests.

"But there's just no way you haven't bumped into him again!" Hitoka says and Tadashi vigorously nods.

They were about to argue some more. Persitant, those two were. That is until Yui walks over and they scurry away. She shakes her head, a sigh escaping past her.

"They'll do anything but work," she mumbles.

She then turns to face you with a kind smile and the slightest glint of empathy in her eyes. "It's grooming day for Hank, isn't it? You don't need any help?" she asks softly. Really, probably the best supervisor you could ever ask for.

You ponder about it for a moment. The first time you bathed Hank, you gave up halfway through and Yui had to step in to help you with the rest. The second time... You don't like to think about the second time. Especially since he'd been unusually cranky that day. From then on, you've done alright. Bathing Hank is in it's own category of dog grooming and you're practically a professional in that aspect.

"I'll be fine," you shrug. She pats your shoulder and smiles in response. She looks down at the goggles and gloves you were holding.

"What are those for?"

"Safety precautions."

Yui opens her mouth to say something but then closes it. She carefully takes them from you. She places her hand on your shoulder again, this time giving it a small squeeze. "You'll be fine," she reassures and walks off.

Yeah. You'll be fine. Everything will turn out a-okay. Speak of the devil, Hank trots up to you with a toy in his mouth. Those beady little eyes stare practically right into your soul and he tilts his head to the side. He really was such a little cutie sometimes. You coo and lean down to grab him but then he dashes away.

He's not cute anymore. Little shit. It's like he has a 6th sense that you'll be bathing him today.

He has you running in circles before Kanoka was able to pick him up when he tried to speed past her. "What're you doing, tiring the poor girl out, hm?" she says as the corgi licks her cheek. She giggles at your out-of-breath form.

"Bath time?"

"Is– Is it easy to tell?" you ask breathlessly.

"He always has you running around before he takes a bath. It's like he knows," she smiles. Oh, so it wasn't just you who thought that Hank somehow knew it was the day you'd bathe him. She hands the dog to you and he squirms in your arms. You huff and take him to the grooming area.

"It's just a little shower, okay?" you say. Hank continues to squirm, even as you set him down in the stainless steel tub he tries to jump out. You grab a hold of him earlier than he could. It's a little feeling but he's probably going to give you a hard time today. Turning on the water and grabbing the shower head, you wet his coat. When you reach over to grab the shampoo, maybe it was a bad idea to let go of him for that one second.

The corgi shakes off the water, which unfortunately gets all over you, and leaps out of the tub, scampering off through the crack of the door.

You thought you fully closed that door.

You were quick to turn off the water and chase after him. You thought you caught him when he couldn't find an escape through the entrance doors of the Bone Zone. But then Tadashi suddenly opens them and comes through after taking out the trash.

Then Hank slips through.

Tadashi watches the small corgi zoom past. He turns to you and notices your wet shirt, awkwardly averting your glower. "Tadashi," you say and he stiffens.

"Move."

"Yes ma'am."

You're going to have to catch that damn dog.. Again.

Hajime leaves his gym a little earlier than usual. Mostly because he had to head to work a little earlier than usual. His phone vibrates in his pocket. He's been ignoring that forsaken groupchat since yesterday. All those three idiots do is get unwanted answers out of him. He wonders if it counts as manipulation of the sorts.

Reluctantly, he takes out his phone from his pocket to read the time. 10:32 AM. He slips his phone back into the pocket of his shorts. He chugs the rest of his water from his bottle, making his way towards his car. In all honesty his day started out okay. His workout was okay. Everything feels fine. Yet he can't get this strange feeling out of his system. It's like an odd sense of deja vu even if nothing's happened yet.

"Hey! Watch out!"

He sees a blur of fawn and white coming right at him. Maybe it's an instinct, if he can even call it that since he's only caught the fast little thing once, but he catches the dog before it could run past him. He grimaces at the feeling of its wet coat, that wet dog smell hits him in the face too. The same corgi he's seen for the fifth time now wriggles in his hands. He holds the dog more securely in his arms even if it gets his shirt a little wet. Guess this is what caused that deja vu.

Then his eyes meet hers. Guess his hopes were lived up to. He hasn't seen her in a day yet it felt like weeks. It's like their first encounter. She jogs up to him, out of breath, a grateful smile on her face. Whenever she smiles at him he always gets a weird tingly feeling. Her shirts wet and it's especially noticeable with the way it clings onto her skin, he notes. Actually he shouldn't be noting that. It's creepy. It's also rude to stare. He's still staring anyway, it's not until she speaks up that his eyes snap back to look at her face. Even looking at her face is hard though. He can't help but notice all her pretty features.

"Hey, you! This is the second time you've caught Hank, huh? I guess I owe you double now?" she says. She takes the dog from his arms and their hands brush again just as it did at their first meeting. It's still electrifying and makes him pull back quickly.

"Yeah. Uh– Wait no, it's fine. It's fine... You don't need to give me anything at all. Nothing." He's stuttering again. He's making himself look stupid again. Will there ever be a time where he doesn't make himself look like some complete idiot in front of her? Most likely not.

"Aw, c'mon. Don't be so uptight!" she playfully scolds. Hajime tenses at her words. Uptight? He's not being uptight. Why would he be uptight? There's no reason to be uptight. Him? Uptight?

...He's overthinking this.

"You're a little silly, y'know," she says with a small laugh. He made her laugh again. There's that sense of pride whirling inside him once more. He only met her last Thursday and he's already acting all giddy about every smile and giggle he can get out of her. He's a goner, he has to admit that he is. Love at first sight only exists in movies, books, TV shows, everything but reality.

Yet here he is, living proof of it. Ironic, really.

Hajime awkwardly chuckles and couldn't find a response. But she always seems to salvage the conversation. "Thank you," she pauses, "I've thanked you a lot, huh? Well, how can I not when you've helped me twice now. Er, three times technically.. If you agreeing to walk with me that time counts."

"It's no biggie. You don't have to keep thanking me," he shrugs. He thinks about his response before quickly backtracking.

"Uh. Not that I mind. It's nice to help you– Someone. It's nice to help someone."

There's that laugh, a bright smile on her face shining more so than the sun itself. His throat goes dry, starting to regret chugging all his water. It's a little weird. Meeting her just last week and already having his hands go clammy whenever she's around. Having his heart race if he stares into her eyes too much. It's weird. But.. He kind of likes it. Kind of.

"Coming from the gym again? You're really persistent! You must go everyday then? Well duh since you have a really physique. You have really nice muscles!" He can feel his cheeks heating up. Didn't she compliment his figure the other day too? She's... Extremely bold. Or she doesn't second guess her words. It makes him feel embarrassed and a little fuzzy inside.

"Were you bathing him or something?" he asks.

She nods, "Uh-huh. Sorry, did he get you wet? He got me a little wet too..." She switches the corgi in her arms to hold it with one instead of both. Then she motions to her shirt. It was dryer than it was before, thank goodness. He quickly shifts his gaze to look at the dog. The corgi's little paws were dirty.

"I'm gonna have to shower him again. Ugh, now he's stinkier than before," she grumbles, nose scrunching. He didn't even notice that he was smiling until she points it out.

"Oh! You have a nice smile. I like it." His face grows hot a second time.

"Are you hot? You're cheeks are all pink," she asks. She just had to notice the stupid blush on his face. He needed to change the topic.

"Yeah a little. Anyway, you were bathing him, right? Do you usually do stuff like that at a dog daycare?" he questions.

"Yeah! Well, kind of. We usually bathe them when their owner schedules for them to. Hank usually gets bathed around every six or seven weeks. It all really depends on the dog! You shouldn't bathe them too much though or–" She pauses and he looks at her confused.

She looks sheepish now and she holds the corgi with both her arms now, it squirms slightly before licking her chin. "Sorry. I'm rambling huh? It must be boring."

He blinks at her, "What? No. I like listening to yo– Er, to this stuff." This time, she blinks at him. Did he say something wrong? Okay, sure, he almost let it slip past that he liked listening to her. It was probably weird to hear from a guy she met last Thursday. Her short moment of silence makes him nervous.

"You're a nice guy– Uhm," she frowns. Now she's frowning right after complimenting him.

"Hey! I never actually got your name. Isn't that weird? We even took a walk together!"

Oh. His name. Right. Hajime doesn't even know her name either. "It's–" He gets cut off by an unknown male's voice, calling out to presumably her since she perks up and turns around. He looks over and sees a gray haired male who stops a few feet away from them.

"Huh? Koushi? Uhm, this is my coworker," she says and nods towards the other male. Her newly introduced coworker looks at Hajime before looking back at her, then going back and forth between looking at the two.

Her coworker looks like he would say something but she beat him to it, letting out a loud cough. "That's my sign to go. I'll get your name next time, yeah?" She waves at him, her coworker staring before she ushers him to walk.

He couldn't even spit out his name before he was interrupted. Still, she did mention a next time. So yeah, next time.

"Is that hot mysterious man?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." You couldn't believe Koushi had to have caught you and the mystery man talking. Right when he was about to tell you his name too. He has horrible timing. Well, maybe the best timing in his point of view. Since he got a glimpse of what he looked like and was full on staring. You were definitely taking too long to come back, Yui probably sent him to go out and check on you if you needed help.

"So you were lying when you said you haven't seen him since the day you met him?"

"You better not tell no one. Keep your mouth shut." Because of everyone were to know that you've been bumping into him almost 4 times in a row, all hell would break loose. They'd lose their shit.

"How many times have you seen him?" Koushi asks. You glance over at him and hold Hank a little closer to your chest. You can feel him squirming, wanting to be let down. He was definitely restless from you holding him for so long.

"...Friday, Saturday, Sunday," you mumble.

"Three times in a row? So what is this? The fifth time? That's practically fate at this point!" You purse your lips at his statement. See?

"He was cute."

"Yeah."

"So you think he's cute?"

"Why do you guys always do that?" you huff in annoyance. You both stop in front of the entrance to the Bone Zone.

"What? You don't wanna date him or something?" he asks teasingly. He was just messing around, but you still can't help the look on your face. The deadpanned expression in which he always mimics back at you.

"No, Koushi. I don't want to date him. I barely know the guy," she says with a huff.

"Are you still stuck on you know who?" You freeze at that question. You know damn well that Koushi was asking if you're still reveling over what happened with your ex. Sometimes you miss the guy. Just thew few moments where he made you feel wanted and wasn't a complete piece of shit. Were you still stuck on him? There was only one thing you can answer that with.

"I don't know," you whisper.

He gives you a soft smile, opening the door for you to enter. He places a hand on your back and gives you a small push. "C'mon. I'll help you bathe Hank."

"Ha! Like you can help with that," you snort. Hank almost jumps out of your arms but you securely hold him. Damn dog, such a cutie but such a handful. He scoffs and enters right behind you, placing his hands on his hips.

"Oh? We can bet."

"25."

"Deal."

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

three musketeers miss their gym rat

yes. Kanoka physically dragged you out of the car

#strongbaddie

Hajime folding pt 22893749 (more to come next chapter)

omg ex lore but not really

still don't know each others names sad face emoji (will also happen next chapter)

koushi and you bet but the winner is obvious

can you tell the pov change with the lil dividers pls say yes

a/n chpt 5 now finished omg im so sorry for the 2+ weeks wait this should've been out ages ago but I got super busy i feel like those parents that promise their kid sumn only to never get it for them LMFAO anyway THANK U ALL FOR 100 FOLLOWERS WHAT i feel so famous should I do a special or sumn..... can u guys tell i lwk suck at 2nd person ugh anyway more chapters WILL be coming soon dw this isn't the only one i'll publish this week (hopefully, watch me not post until next month) i'll prob fix mistakes tmr i love u all MUAH

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Traitor

I'm part of another prompt thing right now and I'm already a bit overdue so enjoy this fluffy (literally) little drabble. :)

“Traitor.”

The word was a hiss under her breath as she watched Newton trot straight up to Anthony, his entire fluffy behind shaking. It was inexplicable. Three months ago, when Newton had first accompanied her to an outdoor Bridgerton gathering – after Hyacinth had practically begged to play with him – he had adored every member of the family except for Anthony. Growled, actually, making Kate snort with amusement at the offended look on his face.

Of course, Anthony Bridgerton would find a nemesis in her easygoing little corgi. He was the most ridiculous man she’d ever met. Brash and obnoxious, a severe know-it-all, and Newton, an excellent judge of character, had sniffed it out right away. Or perhaps he had just sensed Kate’s disdain for the man and got the memo that his job was to keep Anthony away from his mum at all times.

Now, it seemed he had eaten the memo. Because Anthony was scratching his stomach as Newton rolled around in the grass, the best of friends.

Traitor.

Newton’s acceptance would not herald her own. There was a trickery afoot, and Kate watched them with shrewd eyes throughout the afternoon. Occasionally Anthony would catch her gaze and grin, sending her a smug little wink.

They disappeared into the house together, and Kate discreetly followed, watching through the window. And what did she see except Anthony Bridgerton pulling a sausage from the fridge and feeding it to her already rather rotund dog.

Traitor!

She swung the door open, catching them with twin guilty expressions. “I knew it!” Kate snapped, pointing her finger at Anthony as Newton ate his sausage undeterred. “I knew you manipulated him into liking you.”

“He’s a dog, Kate. They’re all manipulated by food.”

“I-.” Well, she supposed she couldn’t argue that point. “You’re despicable.”

Anthony rolled his eyes, washing his hands at the sink. “You really are impossible. Lots of people would take it as a peace offering, you know. Me trying to get on good terms with their menace of a dog.”

Kate tilted her chin up imperiously. “He’s not a menace, and I’m not going to be won over by sausages.”

Cracking a smile, he wiped his hands with a checkered towel, studying her appraisingly. At her feet, Newton finished his treat and whined a little in hopes of a second course.

“Maybe not,” Anthony said, in a tone of voice that suggested winning over her corgi was only the start of his campaign. And if that was true, then the tiny flutter in her stomach told her she was very much in trouble. “But I’ll figure it out soon enough.”

[sashasspace]

MOVIE LOVER TRAIT BY SASHA'S SPACE

This CAS trait is for sims who love to watch movies. The movies from Movie Hangout and movie theater options from Growing Together are included in this trait. This trait is meant for child sims to elder sims. There are 34 in-game movies, so that means your sims will have 34 wants plus other social-related wants. Thank you so much for supporting my first-ever mod, the love language mod.

Packs Needed: Mostly Growing Together and Movie Hangout, but there are some wants that have Get Famous and one want is from Kids Hangout.

HOW DOES THIS MOD WORK? Your sim will wants to watch movies. For Growing Together’s movie theater wants, the symbol will all be the same. This is also true for Movie Hangouts. IMPORTANT NOTE: Sims who don’t enjoy a movie won’t have a want completed, so I recommend you to cheat it with UI cheats mod. Right-click over the want and complete it like that.

Child sim wants: Watch Moonlight Massacre III Watch SuperKids Cortex Catastrophe  Watch Lost Dog’s Journey Home Watch The Adventures of Spaceship Simulation Watch the Sheriff from Alpha Centauri Watch Yibs Yibs! Watch A Room with No Door Watch Of Tea & Treachery Watch VoidBop: The Movie Watch Critters from Mauven Forest: The Last Llama Watch Peter Barker’s Homecoming Hijinks Watch SuperKids: Agent Diaper Eat Popcorn Imitate movie scene Read books under the covers Discuss love for movies Complain about movie Talk about your favorite movie Talk about the movie you last watched Declare your favorite movie genre Text a friend about a movie Invite a friend and watch a movie with them Watch a movie Perform a puppet show Dream about the cartoon world Join the drama club Host a sleepover *you can use MizoreYuuki's mod that unlocks plan social events for child sims as a bonus way to complete the want if you want* Read the book from that one movie

Teens to Elder wants: Watch Simder Watch College Cram Watch Moonlight Massacre III Watch Roaring Vice Watch SuperKids: Cortex Catastrophe Watch Lost Dog’s Journey Home The Khlumzee Sisters Watch Diamonds Are For Sims Watch The Adventures of Spaceship Simulation Watch the Sheriff from Alpha Centauri Watch Yibs Yibs! Watch Of Tea & Treachery Watch VoidBop: The Movie Watch Princess Cordelia’s Pirates Watch Captain Sigma: Olympus Landing Watch All My Friends are Fred Watch Tournament of Honor Watch A Room with No Door Watch Critters from Mauven Forest: The Last Llama Watch Packs & Prejudice Watch Treasures of Aarbyville Watch The Great Pickle Capers Watch Dusk Glow 3: Shadowmoon Watch Peter Barker’s Homecoming Hijinks Watch Simder 2: Master Suite Watch Live and Let Diamond Watch Missing Handlebars Watch Gentlemen Corgi: A Memoir Watch SuperKids: Agent Diaper Watch Untamed Treachery of the Heart Eat Popcorn Discuss love for movies Complain about movie Talk about your favorite movie Talk about the last movie you watched Text a friend about a movie Declare a movie as your favorite genre Video Call Call a friend and talk to them about movies Cuddle while watching a movie Argue about movie Take a selfie with a movie star Ask for autograph Watch movie with Watch movie Gossip about actors Throw a movie party Movie and chill Create a movie review SimTube channel Reenact a scene on a mirror Ask a celeb for a hug  Ask to take a picture of a celebrity Talk about Starlight Accolades Go to the movie theatre alone Talk to a youngin’ about old movies **Adults and Elder sims only** Reminisce about past movies *Elder Sims only* Join the acting career **Young Adult Sims to Elder Sims only** Join the Drama Club *Teen and Child Sims only* 

I don't recommend this mod for people who use movie overrides because it may be a bit annoying to keep getting wants on movies you don't have in your game since you have an override. I'll consider making an override user-friendly version for this trait in the future♥

General mods I recommend for people who play with wants Wants Reroll by Lumpinou UI cheats by Weerbesu Searchable Pie menu by Twisted Mexi

Credits

Ravasheen for listing all the Growing Together movies

SimsVIP for listing all the movies from Movie Hangout

Zerbu mod constructor v5

Lot51 Tuning Builder

Sims 4 Studio

EA & The Sims

TwistedMexi Better Exceptions

Nisa K x Scumbumbo Tuning Error Notifier

Tee for teaching me how to create wants/buffs 🫶🏾

Cepzid for helping me with a situation goal

Jordy for motivating me and for inspiring me to add a scary buff+ starlight accolade tea

My amazing testers love you 🥹

Pose makers and the cc creators I used for the thumbnail tysm♥

To all my motivators, my family, friends, subscribers on YouTube, and all of you who’ve been leaving amazing comments on all my social media, I worked on this for you. Thank you for being part of this journey with me. To celebrate all my recent milestones, check my video out to join the giveaway for Growing Together and Movie Hangout to celebrate all my recent milestones. The video also shows how this mod works. This mod will be in early access for two weeks.

For any modder who wants to translate any of my mods, I don't mind if you upload it on your Patreon or any other website that monetizes, BUT I do not want you to post it on CurseForge. I would also like it if you keep the mods up publicly for download no early access/paywall. If any translator translates mods before the early access period, please wait till the mod is public to release it for everyone.

A bonus mod I recommend to help the in-game movie experience is the RVSN film reaper mod (movie theaters in all worlds). Btw I will create a Tumblr post on all my favorite mods for movie gameplay in the coming days!

DOWNLOAD EARLY ACCESS// Public August 25,2024

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 2

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there.

Roger: …Yeah, last night was pretty hot, wasn’t it lil’ lady?

(N-no way…Me and Roger?)

Just the thought of what could’ve happened in bed set my face ablaze.

Kate: Thank you for bringing me back. I’m sorry for the trouble… But…to make a move on someone drunk

(Sure it’s my fault for not remembering what happened last night, but still…)

Unable to deal with this embarrassment, I scowled at Roger.

Roger: Sorry for any outrageous expectations you had, but I didn’t do any of that to you.

Kate: Right, I let my guard down and was eaten up…what? You didn’t…?

Roger: Yeah. The moment Ellis and I brought you here, you threw up.

Kate: …I threw up?

Roger: Yeah. Violently.

I froze, eyes wide, as I realized that something even more shameful happened.

Roger: But don’t you worry. Ellis had the sense to call a maid to undress you.

Kate: …Then why are you dressed like that, Roger?

(Also earlier…)

Kate: Didn’t you say that “last night was pretty hot”!

Roger: I was gonna leave after you fell asleep. But you grabbed my shirt like it was your favorite stuffed toy and wouldn’t let go. So I had no choice but to sleep here. It was “hot” last night ‘cause of your high body heat.

(Um…so that means I got drunk and caused trouble for others?)

Kate: I am so terribly sorry…!

I bowed on the bed while still wrapped up in the sheets.

Roger: …I thought so.

(You thought what?)

He suddenly grabbed my chin and our eyes met.

Kate: …??

Roger: Had been thinking about it, but…you’re like a dog.

Kate: Dog?

Roger: You’re just like my corgi back at home. He barks and yaps, digs his own grave, and makes himself sad. Just like you.

Kate: Wha?!

Roger: Haha, show me that pitiful face. I couldn’t see well without my glasses on.

Kate: Then put your glasses on?! Or rather, you’re too close. Please let go of me, now.

Roger: I get more fired up when someone tells me no or says they don’t want to.

Provoked, I was about to start whining like Roger’s corgi…when someone knocked on the door.

Liam’s voice: Kate, are you awake? I made breakfast that’s easy to eat after drinking if you want it?

Harrison’s voice: No response. I wonder if she’s lying dead inside right now. They say that the day after drinking a lot is dangerous.

Liam’s voice: What?! Kate, Kate, are you alive?!

I could hear Liam and Harrison from the other side of the door.

(They came to check on me because they were worried. B-but…)

I wanted to open the door, but I wasn’t wearing anything.

Worse…Roger’s here.

Roger: You’ve only been here a week, but everyone already likes you.

Kate: Now’s not the time for that!

(What sort of misunderstanding would they have if they saw Roger half-naked in my room…)

Liam’s voice: If anything happened to Kate, I’d…Sorry, I’m coming in.

Kate: Ah.

Roger: Haha. They’ve seen everything.

--

(...This is the worst)

To be honest, I wish I could forget everything that happened after the door opened.

When Liam and Harrison saw Roger and me on the bed, they froze like statues and I spent half an hour frantically explaining that “nothing happened last night between us.”

—Finally clearing up the misunderstanding, we sat down for breakfast.

Roger: Glad everything was cleared up, lil’ lady. The way you tried to explain yourself was adorable.

Kate: …And whose fault was it that I had to explain myself.

Roger: I wonder. Let me know if you find out?

(Ugh, he has a comeback for everything)

(I’d like to withdraw the thought that he was a mature older brother with common sense…)

And correct it to…Roger’s an extremely egotistical person who’s a bully, pushy, and treats people like dogs.

But it’s definitely thanks to Roger that this fruit sandwich I’m having for breakfast tastes delicious again and that I have the energy to argue.

(I don’t know if I should feel happy or frustrated)

Kate: Huh? Now that I think about it, it’s rare to see everyone together today.

Elbert: Yeah…Because Victor called us.

At that moment, light footsteps were heard coming into the dining room.

Victor: Good morning my beloved Cursed Ones and Fairytale Master!

Harrison: You’re too loud.

Victor: I’ve gathered you all here today to discuss something important.

(Discuss something important? What could it be…)

The usually cheerful Victor looked serious.

Victor: Am I making Kate work too hard?

Kate: ……Excuse me?

Victor: I’m the one that made you Fairytale Keeper and asked you to record Crown’s evil deeds! But I can’t possibly imagine the burden it must be to record all nine members. It was a huge oversight on my part. So we’re now going to have a contest for the rights to an exclusive Fairytale Keeper. Yay!

Kate: Exclusive Fairytale Keeper…contest?

Harrison: That topic came out of nowhere that it’s hard to keep up. In short, you’re going to be the personal Fairytale Keeper to one of us.

Kate: I see. Thanks for the simple explanation.

Liam: I want you to be my exclusive Fairytale Keeper. Then I’d always be with you.

Ellis: If you become mine…will you be happy? I’ll do my best then.

They each had their own motives, but were all interested and fought over the kind of contest.

Victor: Tada! I made this just in case something like this ever happened.

(This is…)

Victor: A fair and square ladder lottery*.

With the lottery, it was decided that the contest was going to be arm wrestling— 

Victor: And the winner is—Roger Barel!

Roger: Well, it was bound to happen. Their muscles are just for show. The only one looking bony was Ellis.

The tournament became everyone else vs Roger, with the goal of beating him.

Despite never taking a break, Roger won one game after another, winning them all.

Also Jude was given a forfeit since he disappeared half-way through.

Roger: Now then, lil’ lady. I wanted you to be my exclusive Fairytale Master no matter what, you know?

He looked at me so passionately that my heart skipped a beat.

(What reason did Roger want me to be his exclusive…)

Roger: Organizing materials and helping me with research and investigations…Research is a lot of work. I’m in a situation where I’m gonna a hand from a dog. I’m counting on you, Kate.

(Hm? …Dog?)

Kate: So you’re saying…you need a dogsbody?

That sly grin gave a clear answer…

(You are the worst…!)

--

A few hours later, Roger was in the palace office with investigation reports in hand, along with Victor and William.

Roger: Victor. These are the results of the analysis on the illegal marijuana seized during a recent mission that you asked me to do.

Victor: Thank you. Your quick work’s always a big help.

Roger:  By the way, I wanna ask why you rigged the lottery to arm wrestling so that I’d win.

William: Haha…see Victor. Roger’s a sharp man. It’s best to confess.

Facing blood-red eyes full of amusement, Victor held his hands up in defeat.

Victor: I surrender. I’ll confess. To tell you the truth, I’m still wary of Vogel. They publicly claim that they want to deepen our friendship, but I’m certain that they have other motives. Should they plan to harm us in any way… You know who they would go after first, right?

Roger: …Our lovely Fairytale Keeper.

Victor: Yes. Therefore I thought you’d be the best to protect her. You always keep your composure and you’ve got a strong arm.

Roger: Thanks. But in the end, it all depends on the person themself. I can only do so much.

William: Is that a no then?

Roger: No…I’ll look after her for the time being. Been needing a dogsbody you know?

With some sort of hidden meaning in his words, Roger agreed to their proposal.

Roger: Oh right, you can transfer the remuneration for the report later. See ya.

A steady man never forgets to mention that before leaving.

Victor: Roger really is a shrewd and rational man.

William: Vic, like Vogel, you haven’t revealed everything yet. …What’s the “other purpose” for having Roger and Kate work together?

Victor: Roger’s a strong man. Not just physically and mentally, but he’s also someone that can survive all on his own.

William: Perhaps. I’ve never seen him distressed or depressed.

Victor: It’s wonderful to be unshakeable. However—Unpredictable chemical changes is what makes life so interesting.

William: So you paired the two to satisfy your own curiosity? Ahahaha, you’re as terrible as ever.

Victor: You don’t need to tell me that. You know I’m not a good person.

William: Yes, to your very core.

–

After becoming Roger’s exclusive Fairytale Master, I was assigned to organizing his basement lab.

Kate: I don’t think this is in a Fairytale Master’s job description.

Seeing the books scattered everywhere and piles of paper on the desk, I glanced at Roger.

Roger: A Fairytale Master should get a variety of perspectives so that time isn’t wasted.

That’s a stretch

Are you trying to win me over? 

That may be true +4 +4

Kate: That…may as well be true.

Roger: Your honesty’s a virtue.

Kate: Did you say something?

Roger: Nothing. Come one, let’s get to work.

The lab was filled with an extensive amount of medical books, equipment, and chemicals that I’ve never even seen before.

(It’s pretty amazing…)

Roger used to be a doctor and had been treating the members’ injuries since joining Crown.

He still continued with his research and trials, and some of the books had difficult to understand titles.

(...What exactly is Roger researching?)

One by one, I picked books off a stack and shelved them by subject.

(Um, this is anatomy so…it goes here)

The moment I reached for the shelf, I felt a presence behind me.

(...)

The warmth on my back was obviously his pecs…

Kate: Roger, you can’t just go around touching someone just because no one’s around!

Sandwiched between the shelf and Roger, I wobbled around in place to face him. His eyes were narrowed in displeasure as he placed a hand on the top shelf.

Roger: You know you can stop treating people like starving beasts like you did the other day. I just wanted to get this book off your head.

(Um…so I misunderstood?)

Roger: Well…you do look pretty good though.

Kate: …

I gasped when Roger took advantage of my confusion and closed the distance between us.

…But then stepped away.

Roger: I quit. It’s gonna be too much trouble.

Kate: Future trouble?

Roger: Kate. Do you think romantic love exists in this world?

I’m sure every adult has thought about love.

But I’ve never thought about its “existence”.

Kate: I think there are people who don’t fall in love. But if you’re asking if it exists, it does, doesn’t it?

Roger: That’s the general consensus. However, I believe that romantic love doesn't exist in this world. What you call romantic love’s just a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire.

I suddenly remembered the book I had picked up earlier, “Functional Anatomy and Maturation Process of the Brain”.

(Love can be explained through the brain’s structure, right…?)

Kate: But if romantic love’s not a dysfunction or misunderstanding…

Roger: There’s no rational explanation for it at the moment. You can’t separate love from human society, but it’s never been proven. I don’t believe in or value anything that can’t be proven through science or medicine.

Kate: So, then when you…

Roger: When I do it, it’s for release. Once it’s done, that’s it. We mutually agree on no repeats.

Kate: T-that’s to the point.

(But that’s typical of Roger with his rational mindset that doesn’t like pointless things)

Roger: Well, having said that, I’ll play with you for as long as I can if you’re fine with it. Ah, but you’ll have to keep it a secret from the rest of Crown.

His somewhat seductive smile sent my heart racing.

Kate: I’ll pass.

Roger: Haha, how boring.

Currently, my goal was to complete my job as Fairytale Keeper safely. There was no time to think about love.

(No one can predict how people fall in love with each other)

(Meaning it’s not impossible, but)

There’s no way Roger and I would fall in love…I think

—Yeah, biggest and only goal at the moment was to complete my job as Fairytale Keeper safely.

The day after I became Roger’s personal Fairytale Keeper was when my job started.

My first assignment…was to infiltrate a “death party”.

Next

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*Stealing a tears of themis ladder lottery example

Dogsbody is British slang for someone who does menial tasks. Not related to a dog itself, but still kinda fitting?

[breannasfluff]

Q: Bre, why do you sell your art?

A: So I can buy it from myself

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Would you ever write a fluff piece about hero and villain getting distracted from their (already quite flirty in that hero/villain way) battle because they see an injured dog and want to help

Neither one trusts the other to save the dog and so they both watch over it/take care of it

They end up bonding over this and as it turns out, the dog doesn’t belong to anyone. Where would it live now?

(Love your work btw <3) - 🐞

Hi there, Ladybug Anon! Can I call you Ladybug Anon? Anyway, thank you for requesting this, here you go! This one is kinda long, so I put it under the cut!

A well-timed fireball to Hero’s chest had them careening off the rooftop, down a fire escape, and to the hard pavement below.

“Ugh, that’s gonna bruise,” Hero mumbled.

They clambered to get to their feet and looked up at Villain watching them from above.

“Sorry, darling, I thought you were going to dodge!” they called.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Hero huffed, dusting themselves off.

Villain climbed down the fire escape and approached Hero, who threw a snowball at their face.

“Oof!”

“There, now we’re even… sort of.”

“Oh, how mature,” Villain scoffed, wiping the snow from their face.

A whimper echoed in the alleyway.

“Well, it was immature of you!” Villain argued.

“That wasn’t me!” Hero said indignantly.

Another whimper. Quiet, high-pitched, and absolutely pitiful.

Villain and Hero turned to the end of the alleyway, where a sable and white lump shivered inside a dilapidated cardboard box. They both approached it, Hero crouching down first.

Two sad brown eyes looked back at them, ears flat against their head. Fur matted with dirt.

“Oh my goodness!” Hero cooed, “you poor baby, who did this to you?”

“Hmph,” Villain folded their arms across their chest, “you never call me baby.”

“Hush.” Hero snapped.

They held a hand out to the little dog, who sniffed it cautiously. It shuffled out of the box and limped over to Hero.

“Are you hurt?” Hero asked, brows furrowed.

The dog whimpered again, then licked Hero’s hand. Villain crouched down next to Hero.

“It’s a corgi,” Villain said, “very strange to find a stray one…”

“Maybe it’s lost?” Hero suggested.

“It’s possible,” Villain agreed, “it could have a microchip. We could take it to a shelter and-”

The corgi growled, baring its teeth. Villain had been petting it, but when they started scratching near its hind leg, it didn’t appreciate it.

“Scratch that,” Hero said, “let’s take it to the vet.”

…

Vet Tech scanned the microchip and pulled up the corgi’s information.

“Says here his name is Chester, aaaand… his human is [Civilian’s full name].”

Vet Tech dialed Civilian’s number. It rang… and rang… and no response. Not even an answering machine.

“If you could give us their address we could take Chester home.” Hero said.

“Well… since it’s you asking, Hero…”

Vet Tech wrote down the address on a slip of paper. Hero thanked them and took it. Chester however, didn’t want to go. They kept clinging to Vet Tech, licking her face and covering it in puppy kisses.

“I know, I know!” they giggled, “but you’ve gotta go home! Bye-bye!”

…

Hero knocked on Civilian’s door, Villain right next to them, and Chester in their arms.

“Hello?” Civilian asked.

“We’ve found your friend!” Hero said, beaming.

Hero had expected at least a smile and a thank-you. What they weren’t expecting was the reaction they got instead.

“Dang it, why did you bring the thing back!?” they snapped.

Hero clutched Chester tightly. Villain looked dangerously calm.

“Pardon?” Villain asked.

“I turned the thing loose! I drove it into the heart of the city so it wouldn’t come back! And now you come here and bring the stupid-”

Hero conveniently turned away as Villain slammed a fist into Civilian’s face. Civilian stumbled back, crashing to the floor. Villain closed the door.

“Hero,” Villain said, “I don’t think this is Chester’s home.”

“You don’t say,” Hero remarked.

…

Chester barked happily, chasing a butterfly through the park. Hero and Villain sat on a bench, keeping a close eye on them. He was still limping, but Vet Tech had bandaged their hind leg and given them a good wash. Their fluffy fur swished in the breeze and their little nubby tail wagged swiftly back and forth.

“What do we do, Villain?” Hero asked, “neither of us have time for a puppy.”

“Speak for yourself, I would quit villainy right now if… ah, who am I kidding, then I wouldn’t get to see you~”

…

Vet Tech arrived at the park bench.

“You guys wanted to see me?”

Chester turned, hearing their voice. He barked loudly, running up to them and jumping, his tongue sticking out of his open mouth.

“Hello again!” Vet Tech smiled, crouching down to pet him.

Hero and Villain explained the situation.

“You… oh gosh, I mean, I’ve always wanted to… but I don’t know if I-”

They were interrupted by Chester’s happy bark.

Vet Tech’s gaze softened. They nodded.

“Oh all right,” they said, “I guess Chester can come home with me. But only for the time being!”

Six months later

“Chester!” Hero called, “here boy!”

Chester bolted across the park, Vet Tech watching him happily. He ran right past Hero and into Villain’s arms. Hero frowned and looked at Villain.

“Jealous, are we? That I’m the favorite this week?” Villain asked knowingly.

“Haha.”

Chester came back to Hero, barking and running in circles around them. Hero chuckled, crouching down to pet him.

“Guys, we can only play for a bit, you know Chester eats dinner at six thirty,” Vet Tech said.

“Aww,” Villain pouted.

Hero produced a dog toy from a shopping bag and squeaked it. Chester tilted his head.

“You want this, boy?” Hero asked, “go get it!”

Hero threw the toy and Chester chased after it, ecstatic. His hind leg had completely healed, and so had his heart. He finally had humans he could trust.

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[aishangotome]

Roger Barel: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

♡———♡

Roger: ...Ah, last night was quite hot, wasn't it, lil' lady?

(W-Wait... me, with Roger?)

Just imagining what happened in the bed makes my face feel like it's on fire.

Kate: Thank you for bringing me here. I'm sorry for the trouble...

Kate: But, to take advantage of someone who's drunk...

(Of course, it's also my fault for not remembering last night, but even so...)

I glare at Roger a little, unable to bear the embarrassment.

Roger: Sorry to disappoint your indecent expectations, but I didn't sleep with you.

Kate: Of course you didn't, you could easily devour someone as careless as me... Huh?

Kate: You didn't... eat me?

Roger: No. You were completely wasted. The moment Ellis and I carried you to your room, you threw up.

Kate: ...Threw up?

Roger: Yeah, spectacularly.

I freeze, my eyes wide with surprise at the fact that I had made a different kind of embarrassing spectacle than I had thought.

Kate: ...Then why are you here like that?

(And earlier...)

Kate: You said, "Last night was quite hot," didn't you!?

Roger: I was going to leave after seeing you asleep.

Roger: But you wouldn't let go of the hem of my shirt, like you were clinging to your favorite stuffed animal.

Roger: So I had no choice but to sleep here.

Roger: It was a really "hot" night being clung to by you with your high body temperature.

(Um... so, I just got drunk and caused trouble?)

Kate: I'm so sorry...!

I bow deeply on the bed, still wrapped in the sheets.

Roger: ...I knew it.

(Knew it?)

Suddenly, my chin is grabbed, and our eyes meet at close range.

Kate: ...??

Roger: I've been thinking this for a while... you look like a dog.

Kate: A dog?

Roger: You look just like my family's corgi.

Roger: Yapping unnecessarily, digging holes on your own, getting depressed on your own. See, you're just like him.

Kate: What!?

Roger: Haha, let me see your pathetic face. I can't see it because I don't have my glasses on.

Kate: You can just put on your glasses!

Kate: And you're too close! Get away from me, right now!

Roger: I get fired up when people say no or tell me to stop.

As I'm being provoked and yapping like Roger's corgi...

Someone knocks on the door.

Liam's Voice: Kate, are you awake? I made breakfast that's easy to eat even after drinking, won't you eat?

Harrison's Voice: No response. Maybe she's dead in there by now. They say it's dangerous the day after drinking a lot of alcohol.

Liam's Voice: Eh! Kate, Kate, are you alive!?

The voices I heard from outside the door were Liam's and Harrison's.

(They came to check on me because they were worried. B-But...)

I want to open the door right away, but I'm not wearing anything.

And on top of that... Roger is here.

Roger: You're popular even though you've only been here for a week.

Kate: Now is not the time to say that!

(If they see Roger half-naked in the room, what kind of misunderstanding will they have...?)

Liam's Voice: If something happened to Kate, I... Sorry, I'm coming in!

Kate: Ah!

-

Roger: Haha. They saw everything, didn't they, lil' lady?

(...This is the worst.)

I honestly want to forget what happened after the door was opened.

Liam and Harrison froze like statues when they saw me and Roger on the bed, and I spent 30 minutes desperately explaining to them that "nothing happened between us last night."

––Finally, the misunderstanding was cleared up, and we were sitting at the breakfast table.

Roger: I'm glad the misunderstanding was cleared up, lil' lady. Your desperate explanation was adorable.

Kate: ...Whose fault do you think it was that I had to explain myself?

Roger: Now, whose fault could it be? If you know, will you tell me?

(He's so good at arguing back.)

(I want to completely retract my thought that he's a sensible and mature older brother...)

What I realized again is that Roger is a mean, forceful, and quite a bad egoist who treats people like dogs.

But the fact that the fruit sandwich for breakfast still tastes good today, and that I have the energy to argue with him, is definitely thanks to Roger.

(I'm not sure if I'm happy or frustrated, it's a complicated feeling.)

Kate: Huh? Speaking of which, it's rare for everyone to be gathered today.

Elbert: Yeah... Victor called us.

At that moment, light footsteps enter the dining room.

Victor: Good morning! My beloved cursed ones and my Fairytale Keeper!

Harrison: Your voice is too loud.

Victor: The reason I gathered you all today is none other than... I have an important matter to discuss.

(An important matter? I wonder what it is...)

The cheerful Victor has a serious look on his face, which is unusual for him.

Victor: Am I overworking Kate?

Kate: ...Eh?

Victor: I was the one who suggested the Fairytale Keeper role! I was the one who asked her to record Crown's evil deeds!

Victor: But I didn't imagine the burden of recording the evil deeds of nine people. This is a blunder on my part.

Victor: Therefore, we will now hold a competition for the exclusive right to the Fairytale Keeper, yay!

Kate: Fairytale Keeper, exclusive rights... a competition?

Harrison: The story might have been a bit out there, so you might not have been able to follow along.

Harrison: In short, it means you'll become someone's exclusive Fairytale Keeper, right?

Kate: I see. Thank you for the easy-to-understand explanation.

Liam: I want you to be my exclusive Fairytale Keeper. That way, I can always be with Kate, right?

Ellis: If you become my exclusive Fairytale Keeper... would you be happy? If so, then I'll do my best.

Each with their own motives, everyone seemed quite enthusiastic, and they immediately started arguing about what to compete in.

Victor: Ta-da! I made this just in case something like this happened.

(This is...)

Victor: Fair and square, honorable, upright, corruption eradication, an Amidakuji!

As a result of the Amidakuji, the competition was decided to be arm wrestling...

Victor: The winner is Roger Barel!

Roger: Well, that was an obvious result.

Roger: All of you just have superficial muscles. The only one who seemed to have any bone was Ellis.

The tournament, which was supposed to be a competition, turned into a series of matches against Roger, and despite fighting continuously without rest, Roger won every match, achieving a complete victory.

By the way, Jude, who disappeared in the middle of the competiton, lost by default.

Roger: Well then, lil' lady.

Roger: I really wanted to make you my exclusive Fairytale Keeper, you know?

Being looked at with such passion, my heart skips a beat.

(The reason Roger wants me as his exclusive Fairytale Keeper...)

Roger: Organizing materials, assisting with research and investigation... research takes a lot of work.

Roger: It's a situation where I need all the help I can get from my "dog." I'm counting on you, Kate.

(Huh?... Dog?)

Kate: So... you needed a chore boy?

The corners of his mouth lifted into a smirk, clearly confirming it...

(This is the worst...!)

-

Several hours later, in the office, there was Roger with an investigation report in hand, along with Victor and William.

Roger: Victor, this is the result of the analysis of the illegal cannabis components seized during the recent mission you requested.

Victor: Thank you, as expected of Roger. Your quick work is a great help.

Roger: So, would you care to explain why you rigged the arm wrestling match to give me a chance to win?

William: Well, well... see, Victor? Roger is a clever man. It would be in your best interest to confess honestly.

Victor, facing those playfully swaying red eyes, seemed to give in and showed his palm.

Victor: I surrender. I'll confess honestly.

Victor: Actually, I haven't let my guard down against Vogel yet.

Victor: They say they want to deepen our friendship, but they must have some other purpose.

Victor: If they were planning to harm us in any way...

Victor: You know who they would target first,right?

Roger: ...Our cute 'lil Fairytale Keeper.

Victor: Yup. That's why I thought you were the best suited to accompany and protect her.

Victor: You're always calm and you're strong.

Roger: Thanks for the compliment. But in the end, it's up to the person themselves to make the most of their life. There's only so much I can do.

William: So, is the answer no?

Roger: No... I think I'll look after her for a while. I wanted a chore boy anyway, right?

With something hidden behind his words, Roger accepted their proposal.

Roger: Oh, and please transfer the reward for the investigation report later. See you.

The pragmatic man didn't forget to say that as he left.

Victor: Roger is really rational and opportunistic.

William: Vic, putting Vogel aside, you haven't revealed everything you're thinking either, have you?

William: ...What was the "other purpose" for making Roger and Kate work together?

Victor: Roger is a strong person. Not just physically or mentally, but in the sense that he can live on his own.

William: That may be true. He may worry, but I've never seen him lose heart.

Victor: Having a firm sense of self is a wonderful thing.

Victor: But... life is interesting precisely because unpredictable chemical reactions sometimes occur.

William: So you put the two of them together out of curiosity. Ahahaha, you're still a bad man as always.

Victor: You can talk. Besides, you know I'm not a good person, right?

William: Yes, to the core.

-

I became Roger's exclusive Fairytale Keeper, and I was tasked with organizing the underground laboratory he uses.

Kate: I don't think organizing materials is within the scope of a Fairytale Keeper's work.

I glanced sideways at Roger, seeing books scattered everywhere and stacks of paper piled high on the desk.

Roger: A Fairytale Keeper needs to be able to see things from multiple perspectives. Nothing is useless.

--CHOICES--

That's a bit of a stretch...

Am I being taken advantage of?

Maybe you're right.

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Kate: That's true... maybe you're right.

Roger: Your honesty is a virtue.

Kate: What was that?

Roger: Nothing. Come on, let's get to work.

The laboratory was filled with a vast number of medical books, experimental equipment, and chemicals I had never seen before.

(This is amazing...)

Roger was originally a doctor, and even after joining Crown, he still treats injured members.

He continues his research and clinical trials as before, and there are books with difficult-sounding titles lined up.

(...What kind of research is Roger doing?)

As I picked up each book from the towering pile, I returned them to the shelves by subject.

(Let's see, this is anatomy, so... ah, here it is.)

The moment I reached for the shelf, I suddenly felt a presence behind me.

(Huh...?)

What touched my back was a warm, obviously thick chest...

Kate: Roger, just because no one's around doesn't mean you can touch me!

Sandwiched between the bookshelf and Roger, I turned around in a fluster to see Roger with his hand on the top shelf, his eyes narrowed in displeasure.

Roger: Hey, stop treating me like a starving beast, like you did the other day.

Roger: I was just trying to get the book above your head.

(Eh... so it was my misunderstanding?)

Roger: Well... you do look quite tasty, though.

Kate: Huh...?

Roger closed the distance between us, and I gasped.

...But then he moved away.

Roger: Never mind. It seems like it would be troublesome with lingering feelings.

Kate: Lingering feelings?

Roger: Kate, do you think romantic feelings even exist in this world?

Any adult must have thought about love at some point.

But I had never thought about whether it "exists" or not.

Kate: I think there are people who don't fall in love.

Kate: But if you ask me if it exists, I would say it does, wouldn't you?

Roger: That's probably the common answer.

Roger: But I think romantic feelings don't exist in this world.

Roger: What people call romantic feelings are just brain malfunctions or misunderstandings arising from sexual desire.

"Functional Anatomy and Maturation of the Brain" - I couldn't help but recall the title of the book I had just picked up.

(Can love also be explained by brain structure...?)

Kate: But romantic feelings can't be malfunctions or misunderstandings...

Roger: Ah, I can't give you a clear reason for that right now.

Roger: Love is inseparable from human society, yet no one has ever proven it.

Roger: I don't believe in or value anything that can't be proven by science or medicine.

Kate: Um, so that's why you...

Roger: When I do it, it's to relieve sexual desire. So once I do it, that's it.

Roger: No repeats, even if we both agree to it.

Kate: That's... blunt.

(But it's a way of thinking that's typical of Roger, who hates waste.)

Roger: Well, that said, I'll play with you as much as you want if you can handle it.

Roger: Ah, but it'll be a secret from the Crown guys, of course.

His smile, tinged with a hint of seductiveness, made my heart race against my will.

Kate: I'll pass.

Roger: Haha, you're no fun.

Right now, my goal is to finish my job as a Fairytale Keeper safely, and I'm not in the mood for love.

(People falling in love with each other is unpredictable.)

(So there's no such thing as absolute, but...)

I felt that Roger and I would never fall in love...

Yes, right now, finishing my job as a Fairytale Keeper safely is my one and only goal.

That "Fairytale Keeper" job came the day after I became Roger's exclusive storyteller.

An undercover mission to the "Death Party"... that was my first assignment.

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Roger Barel - Chapter 3

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[therealvinelle]

Do you think Petunia and Vernon loved each other?

The entire Dursley family situation is a mess, none of them have quite the relationships they should be having. Dudley seems to view Harry as a brother and has no idea it's not mutual, Harry... views Dudley as a loathed brother but is in denial about this, Petunia pretends she doesn't have a sister or a nephew, and when it comes to Petunia and Vernon's relationship with Dudley I would argue Dudley is abused as well, it just took a different form with him where they treat him like a beloved corgi dog and never like a human being.

What we see of Petunia and Vernon's relationship is shockingly normal compared to the above. He is protective of her, she is anxious for him, they're fiercely loyal to one another and usually on the same wavelength, they have the same priorities in life and rarely argue, but when they do it's about external things. Vernon knew about Petunia's freak sister, which implies Petunia trusts him and their marriage is without secrets.

Do they make each other happy, what do they appreciate in the other, why did they marry, do they ever wish they'd chosen differently- those questions go unanswered, the most we have is the implication that Petunia chose the most aggressively normal man she could find.

Still, they seem to be equals in that relationship, and it is their ordinary life together that they are so protective of. I would argue that yes, it seems they love one another.

[jamiesfootball]

one thing about me is i EXCEL at stupid ideas so! here is a Stupid Ask for your daily dopamine dosage.

post-s3, roy attempts to be A Good Coach and implements team bonding activities such as sunday board game nights. this has the unforeseen consequence of walking into the locker room monday morning to find moe and colin arguing over whether monopoly is True Capitalist Propaganda while sam sneaks jamie $200 from the bank to get out of jail next week.

This. This actually matches up well with a thing I introduce at the end of my post-season fic.

This bit is not from the post-season fic, but there are definitely some plot points I'm cribbing from it. Here have some nonsense:

There were pros and cons to the new wellness initiative in the locker room.

And 'Wellness Initiative' was the phrase they were using. Not 'show-and-tell', no matter how many times Trent suggested it. Although with how many goddamn talent shows Roy had been forced to sit through in the past weeks, the former-journo might have been onto something. For a team full of professional footballers, a lot of them had found the time to sharpen other talents.

The idea had been simple: at least once a week, they were going to sit around as a team, and they'd take turns picking a topic that had nothing to do with football.

'Share-and-tell' Beard had called it, and Roy had growled until Higgins erased the name from the whiteboard.

Books, movies, whatever song they had bleeding through their headphones in the weight room, Roy didn't care. For one hour a week, they were going to...God help him...bond as a team. Share. Communicate. Maintain the resplendent inter-team hivemind bullshit that got them so close to winning the whole damn thing the year before.

Even if Moe's lockpicking demonstration was a disturbing hour of his life that he'd never get back.

But keeping the team functioning as a team was only half of it. Truth of the matter was, it helped the little idiots to have an outlet, something to get them out of their heads for a bit so that Roy didn't end up hugging a crying player in the boot room every other week. Four times had been enough, thanks.

Colin, the second-time boot room offender, had cocked his head like a Welsh corgi and asked, "Would it be all right if I brought my piano?"

"The one that weighs 800 kilos and broke your mother's floorboards?"

The next week Colin showed up with a new electronic keyboard that did not weigh as much as a baby rhino. He spent his hour taking pop song requests.

"Do I have to do a book report?" Jamie asked defensively when his turn came around. The three weeks before his turn had gone to fucking book reports. Even Roy was desperate for a change up. When he reassured Jamie that he only had to talk about books if he'd actually read a book he fucking liked, the relief on the number-one little idiot's face had been immense.

Jamie showed up for his turn with playing cards, a case of poker chips, and a bouquet of roses. The lads spent the hour shouting about cheating, and after a surprisingly aggressive run of bluffs and flushes, Dani Rojas walked away with all the flowers.

While Roy was distracted by Dani, who lamented that now he would need to buy a florero for his flowers, and Jamie, who thought Roy's water bottle would make an excellent vase in the meantime, he completely missed the gleam in Sam's eye as the unassuming player shuffled the card decks back in order.

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Sam Obisanya was a fucking menace. One day Roy would retain this information.

Most days it was easy to forget. He had a calming effect on Jamie, who was less prone to biting when Sam was around. This made Jamie quieter, which made Isaac and Colin and Dani quieter, which gave the overall impression that things were peaceful in the locker room.

What Roy always forgot to add to the equation was that Jamie had the opposite effect on Sam, who on a normal day would never be found smiling like a post-canary cat while monopoly cards flew around the locker room like projectile weapons.

"I'm not paying you rent again, Cockburn!" Colin shouted.

"You keep landing on my square. It's not my fault you're bad at dice!"

"Bruv, quit throwing shit. It's my turn and I almost got all the railroads."

"The railroads are statistically the worst spaces to own; you know this, yes?"

"War is inevitable in a system where capitalism is dominant," Moe pointed out from where he sat lotus-style on the bench, abstaining from participating in the 'game of the exploiters.'

"Oi, Sam," Jamie whispered, sitting up a bit to tug at the edge of the other player's jumper. "While they're fightin', can you get me out of jail?"

Sam nodded at Dani, who flicked his hand in a way that spoke volumes on how he'd thrashed the team at poker. Two beige notes appeared in Sam's hand, and just as quickly disappeared into the collar of Jamie's shirt.

"Cheers," Jamie thanked him. He settled his head back down into Sam's lap, making himself cozy like a spoiled, cheating cat. "Never was any good at Monopoly."

Sam's smile was angelic, but his eyes glinted in a way that boded horribly for Roy's heart pressure. "Next time I can bring Settlers of Catan. Or Risk."

"Ooh. Risk. Should we team-up?"

Who knew Sam's talent would be putting Roy Kent in an early grave?

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Lost Boys

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam

Summary: After Jonathan Lane Kent wipes himself from existence by canceling his own timeline, he finds himself stuck in the afterlife where he meets Jason Todd. He still wonders about the life un-lived on Earth, and how his parents would've felt about him.

Jason Todd, who is making the most of being dead, struggles with the reality of what he's left behind. He has one wish and one wish only: to send his family one final message.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent (Laney), Jason Todd, Catherine Todd, Boston Brand, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, John Constantine, Raven, Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake

Relationships: Platonic JayLaney

Additional Tags: Angst, Platonic Relationships, Magical Jason Todd, Resurrected Jason Todd, Queerplatonic Relationships, Canon Divergent AU, POV Multiple

Chapter Five: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood (Laney's POV)

Do people in heaven get sick? I wished more and more with every passing day that there was Google or an encyclopedia of sorts for the afterlife. Jason started getting headaches a few weeks after the dance. He tried to hide it from Catherine and me, but we could see it in his eyes. Jason was fading.

After the dance, we sometimes flew over the ocean at the beach, and we'd do cannonballs into the water from the sky. Somedays, all we'd do was laugh and play like children. Other times, we'd sit in the meadow and tell each other all the things we'd say and do if we could live all over again. I told Jason about how I grew up, and he told me all about the things he swore he'd never speak of out loud. He told me about his birth father, about what happened to him after his parents died. He told me things no one knew.

By the time he'd gotten really sick, we were in the meadow watching the clouds. Jason didn't want us to see it, but he couldn't hide it anymore. All we could do was pretend not to see it. "I see a little dog where you saw your turtle," I whispered as I pointed to the sky.

"Now, how do you see a dog there?" Jason asked as he started giggling. "That's obviously a turtle. Lookit. See the shell?"

"Jason, no, he's like one of those short dogs with the wolf ears," I argued, "See, because those little wisps right there, those are his ears."

"We're pointing to two different—." He stopped speaking and sat up. I turned and looked at him, and he looked paler than usual. "Sorry, what was I—. We're pointing at two different clouds, Lane." He took a deep breath and came back to me.

I touched his cheek with the back of my hand, and he took my hand away. "You okay?" I asked. Jason nodded. "I still think it's a dog."

"A corgi? You see a corgi up there?" Jason asked. I nodded. "I guess I could see it... Think my ma's still out on her date?" Jason stood up and stretched out his arms.

I sat on the ground and looked up at him. "Yeah... Are you okay with her dating Boston?" I questioned. "I mean, he's really not that—."

"I know he's not that bad... I mean, I actually think I might like Boston for Ma. He makes her laugh, and he's good to her. He might be the first guy that was ever good to her," Jason replied as he pulled me to my feet. "If Ma's happy, I'm alright."

"Yeah, and you gotta admit he's kind of cool too... I mean, he gets to travel back and forth—."

"Laney, come on. Even if we could go back, I don't wanna leave my ma," Jason interrupted. I nodded.

"Jason?" I called as I walked on my hands just like he taught me. "Can I say that I love Catherine? Is that weird?"

Jason raised his brow and playfully tripped me up with his foot. "How do you mean it? Because if you mean it like that, we might have problems, Lane," Jason joked.

I stood up and pushed him with my shoulder. "No, not like that! I love her like—. I dunno, like how you love her... I think," I explained.

Jason offered to carry me home on his back. I rode on his back, and he let me rest my chin on top of his head. "Jason, were you this strong when you were alive?" I teased. Jason chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah. I may not be the biggest guy around, but I trained hard. I coulda carried you if I wanted to," Jason replied, "Besides, you're Superman's kid. Of course, you'd be taller than me."

We didn't make it all the way home. He stopped to rest, and he stumbled on the way to sit down. "What's wrong?" I asked. Jason shook his head. "Let me carry you the rest of the way," I offered, and he held up his hand.

"I'm fine, just—. I'll catch up with you," Jason whispered. I wouldn't leave him, so I picked him up and carried him home. By the time we got home, he was fast asleep. I set him down on the couch and waited for Catherine to come back. We never slept, so it was so strange to see him unconscious.

He came out of it for a moment, and he chewed me out for carrying him home, but I didn't care. I knew he didn't mean any harm. He stormed out of the cottage, and I let him have his space. I regret that I didn't follow him.

Catherine and Boston came back around sundown, and by then, I was hysterical. "Catherine, I don't know where he went, but he was sick, and I—."

"What do you mean he was sick?" Boston interrupted me. "He can't get sick anymore." Catherine rushed out of the cottage, and Boston nudged me. "He can't—."

"He is! He's sick, and he's fading in and out. It's like he's a—..." I trailed off, and Boston asked me to take him to the places where I hung out with Jason. He wasn't there, so we circled back around to the cottage. Catherine was inconsolable.

"He's nowhere to be f—." She swallowed hard. "I can't find him," she sobbed, and Boston touched her arm and waited for her to collect herself.

"I'll find him," Boston promised her, and I stopped him before he could go anywhere.

"I gotta go with you. If Jason's anywhere on Earth, I can find him. If he's there, I can find him. Please," I pleaded. Boston looked at Catherine, and she nodded. Boston sighed and nodded.

Boston placed a steady hand on my shoulder, and he told me to remain calm. He was going to take me back to the world of the living as a ghost, and I was going to find my best friend.