#as in he greatly disliked them but over time warmed up to them

[oorangesoda]

It’s funny to me (and me only) that Cal generally can find a way to like most people, but there are definitely a few in the valley he just, CANNOT stand. As in avidly avoids them like the plague. Only interacts with if he absolutely HAS too.

[alexa-yukiyu]

Would you be up for writing an oneshot with abandoned baby Dokucha being found by the Cross Guild? Croco and Buggy would probably not care too much at the beginning but quickly warm up to them. Mihawk is the doting and responsible daddy. Croco would love to have the little one on his lap when “disciplining” people, especially Buggy, like “how should daddy Buggy be punished today for screwing up again?” before releasing the Bananawanis. Would totally give them a baby Bananawani, who greatly dislikes Buggy. Dokucha would copy Mihawks behaviour and way of being, Mihawk is sitting on the table having breakfast and reading the newspaper, so will they. Buggy is the one funny daddy and who gets them in trouble and doesn’t think much if it’s safe for Dokucha, like taking them to a heist or so. Imagine how darn cute this would be and the three taking care of them!! 😭🥰

Baby’s Judgement ( Crocodile x gn!child!reader! X Mihawk)

A/N Here we go!!! I always day that :/ always be saying im back but then I disappear for two weeks only to repeat🫣 Listen! Time just escaped me din’t even noticed it had been that long, plan was to do in the plane but I just kind a spent the hours staring into nothingness instead. Anyhow, not sure how to feel about this one so let me know what you think. But also do note that this Dokucha got raised by these mean since they were a baby so as such they share the same morally questionable morals the men have.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

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“Croki, where we goin’?” The small toddler wondered as they tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“I have something to show you,” he huffed out, pausing slightly so the child could catch up to him. 

“in the arium?”

“Aquarium,” he scoffed out.

“Arium?”

He let out a sigh, picking them up a 

“K,” he sounded, looking at the child.

“K!” 

“Kwe” 

“Kwe,” they parroted

“Aquarium” he finished.

“Arium!” They stated, seemingly proud of their ‘accomplishment.’ 

“You’re hopeless.”

“‘M’ not!”

“Perhaps I should just feed you to the bananawani,” Crocodile mused, a smirk growing on his face as he did

“No!” They cried, hugging his neck tight

“Yes, I’m sure they would enjoy eating a brat for dinner.” 

“Wah!! You’re mean!”

“Kuahaha! That’s how the world works, kid,” he laughed, making his way into the underground layer he had built to keep the giant beasts and any unfortunate soul that he and his associate decided to ‘spare’ from a swift death.

“Relax, those bastards wouldn’t do anything to you even if I told them to; they like you,” he called out once his chuckles had died down as he made his way into the shallow area of the aquarium, eventually giving rise to a section littered with sand and illuminated by a skylight place above the area.

The place allowed the huge reptiles to laze around on dry land if they so wanted to, the sand warmed by the sun above a welcome feeling to the crocodiles.

For the following months, however, this place was far from just a place for them to have their daily dose of vitamin D. Instead, it became a highly coveted place, one that the workers were not able to bypass for their usual duties as the bananawani became incredibly devoted to the care of their very own treasure that they were zealous to, thus the small layer although normally occupied by a few of Crocodile’s most trusted subordinates now lay close to empty.

However, the beasts were willing to make a few exceptions to their no-trespassing rule. The first one was the man himself, not only because Crocodile was the one who offered the crocs all the care they needed but also because the man had a new addition to himself as of late.

“Babies!” Dokucha exclaimed happily, running towards said hatchlings with glee.

It turns out that due to Crocodile establishing his dominance over the reptiles from the beginning, they had not only considered the man an extension of themselves but a superior of sorts. As such, the bananawani never reacted aggressively to his presence, this and the fact that Dokucha now lingered next to him, after all, he was in the same position as them: taking care of a young one.

“Croki, look! They have babies!”

“I know, it’s their mating season,” he mumbled as he placed one of his usual cigars in his mouth, looking as the child prattled on to one of the hatchling’s parents about the babies that littered the area.

“Croki” they called, gaining the attention of the man from the lighter on his hand back to the child as they let out a grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the task of igniting the cigar. 

“Look!”

Satisfied with the spark leaving the cigar and it’s signature cloud of smoke following, he moved his full attention to the toddler, watching as they hauled up a hatchling.

“They didn’t have a mommy or daddy.”

Crocodile let out a hum at their words.

“That one’s parents died a while ago, a sea beast if I remember right”

“Died?”

“Yes.”

“Who will take care of it?” they frowned, hugging them close, letting out tiny giggles as the Crocodile began giving them small nips.

“Just take it with you; I don’t really care,” he dismissed as he turned around, heading to the large table that decorated the center of the room.

Dokucha grinned looking down at the reptile in his hands with a grin.

“I take care of Baby!” they yelled, spinning the wani around with joy, skidding to a stop at the sound of muffled cries.

“Oi, Brat, come here” he called.

“I’m comin!” they cheered, running towards him with the Bananawani held snuggly in their arms as they climbed into the ex-warlords lap.

“You see that man?” he questioned as he gestured to one of the nearby cells.

“Man?” they mimicked, looking up towards the cell, spotting the source of the cries they had heard coming from a man in one of the otherwise empty cells, his cries muffled by a cloth tied around his head.

“Yes, see, the guy thought it would be a good idea to try and sell us out to the Marines,” he mumbled, a dark smirk growing on his face as he whispered the words to the child, ensuring that his voice remained loud enough for the terrified man to hear.

“What should I do with him?”

“Do with him?”

“Yes, should I feed him to the bananaWanis?” he suggested, his smirk widening at the rise in cries coming from the cells at the suggestion.

“No!” they protested with a pout looking up at Crocodile, much to the relief of the defected pirate.

“That would give the Wani’s a tummy ache!”

“Is that so? What should I do then?”

Dokucha shrugged, playing with the baby bananawani on their lap with a smile.

“Sand?”

The man’s relief previous relief at the thought of being spared dissipated into terror at the pirate’s following words

“Ah, that’s right. You said you wanted more sand for your sandbox, right?’”

“Mmhm”

“Well then, looks like your fates decided,” Crocodile cackled as he activated his devil-fruit

“Kai!”

“There you are; I was looking for you, “Mihawk called, watching them run into the room he sat on, gingerly placing the wine on a nearby table to accept the child jumping towards him.

“What were you doing?” he questioned, positioning them in this lap so he could balance both them and his glass of wine.

“Croki was turning a mean man into sand!” they piped up, raising what looked to be a small sippy cup in excitement.

“Ah. so he finally got rid of that pest,” he stated

“Yeah, and look!” they yelled, pulling out a small satchel from their side and grinning as the bananwani promptly jumped out as soon as they opened the satchel, letting out small chirps as they climbed into their lap.

“I have a baby!”

“Please do tell me why that is a good idea,” Mihawk called, looking over the child’s shoulders.

“I see no harm in them taking care of it; he can watch out for the brat, they can be nasty things even as hatchlings” Crocodile’s voice rings out as he enters the room, taking his place next to MIhawk.

“Besides, they seem to hate the clown as well, and he has been getting too comfortable around the brat lately,” he grunted.

The swordsman lets out a thoughtful hum at the word, seemingly mulling over the idea the devil user had given.

“I doubt a hatchling will be enough to stop that fool from trying to take them away; some lessons just need to be taught personally,” he called, taking a sip from his drink. He raised an eyebrow as the child next to them seemed to imitate his hand’s placement with their own cup.

He gave a small roll of his eyes as he put the wine down as he stood up, picking up the child who was quick to drop his cup in favor of grabbing the bananawani as they were lifted.

“Regardless, it is time for the child to go to bed, so I bid you farewell, for now; I trust I can leave the clown to you?” Mihawk called, looking at Crocodile

“I will,” he easily answered as he let a wisp of smoke escape him.

“If you want to join, you should hurry; I’m not sure he will be conscious if you take too long.”

“Very well,” he called as he walked away.

“But Kai! I’m not tired!” They whined, trying to get out of the man’s grasp

“Enough,” He sternly admonished

I don’t even know how to label the fic as cause it can’t be cross guild cause buggy is only mentioned but im not sure it really is equally crocodile and Mihawk, I think it’s more Crocodile centered 🤷🏽‍♀️ Also in case theres any confusion the Kai nickname comes from hawkeye, a two year old would hardly pronounce that so its the last vowels that sound the HawKEYE = Kai :D aint that cute?

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[berryyuni]

you get your period in front of them for the first time

✿ accidents happen unfortunately... luckily you have your boyfriend by your side to spare you the embarrassment.

pairing - bf!enha x fem!reader genre - est. relationship, fluff wc - 2.3k warnings - menstrual cycle + blood requested

౨ৎ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated !! <3 ✧˖° ... (library)

heeseung ⭑.ᐟ

You, Heeseung, and the boys decided to plan a small get-together at your place in celebration of their recent tour. You were in charge of setting up and cleaning up so you were constantly moving around. To your defense, you just liked having a clean environment, plus you wanted the boys to have some time to themselves.

After numerous attempts from Heeseung, he finally managed to get you to sit down and hang out with him and the boys. The eight of you guys had a blast, there was laughter, meaningful conversations. It’s your average hangout with a bunch of close friends. 

An hour passes and you notice a mess starting to pile up on the table. Wanting a clean environment, you decide to go and tidy up the mess. Heeseung was slightly occupied with watching Ni-ki and Jake go crazy about beating each other in a video game, he diverted his eyes over to you - a habit he tends to have whenever you’re around - a fond expression appeared on his face as he watched you be immersed in your own little world. ‘How did I get so lucky to have someone like you in my life?” he thought. He was immediately snapped out of his daze when eyes trailed down to your pants. His eyes widen as he sees the red stain on your pants and immediately dashes over to cover you.

Surprised by his sudden appearance behind you, you ask, “What? Are you okay?”

Not knowing how to tell you, he places his hands on your waist. “I don’t want you to freak out or anything babe but uh…” he whispers the next part, “There’s a stain on your pants.”

Completely ignoring Heeseung’s request on not freaking out, you do. Your eyes widen, “You’re joking, there’s no way.” you panic.

“It’s okay, I don’t think anyone saw. Let’s go get you changed, I’ll stay behind you to cover you”

jay ⭑.ᐟ

It’s safe to say that Jay knows everything about you. He makes sure of it. He pays attention to everything: your mood patterns, the things you like, the things you dislike, literally anything so when there’s a slight change in your behavior, he’s immediately suspicious of it. 

You weren’t planning on doing much today because you knew that you were going to start your period soon but Jay insisted for you to come over and spend some time with him since his members weren’t home. Let’s just say, you can never turn down an offer to hang out with your boyfriend especially since it’s rare for you two to have some time together. So here you were, nestled in Jay’s arms watching a new movie that came out together. 

Everything was going smoothly, however, Jay noticed how unusually quiet you were but decided to not ask you about it in case it was just because you were tired or something along those lines. Instead, he decided to just note it and continue to observe to see if something was actually wrong. It wasn’t until you excused yourself to go to the bathroom when everything started to come together.

Sighing, you realized that you started your period. Luckily no accidents occurred, however you’re just going to have to deal with it for the rest of the day. Collecting yourself, you return from the bathroom and settle back into Jay’s arms. Noticing how dejected you looked for the remainder of the time, Jay grew suspicious. “Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Mhm”

“Okay, what’s wrong?” he sat up slightly to get a better look at you.

“Nothing, I’m just not feeling so great today.”

Instantly going into mother mode, he brings his hand up to your forehead, “Are you sick? I mean, I guess you do feel a little warm. I’ll get some medicine for you-“ he said, immediately getting up but you quickly grabbed his hand to sit him back down.

“Jay, no it’s fine I’m just on my period no worries”

“So? I’m still going to get you some medicine. Lay down baby, I’ll be back”

jake ⭑.ᐟ

It’s usually a rare occurrence for you to wake up before Jake. Usually it’s him that wakes you up because - in his words - “it gets too lonely” when he’s the only one awake so your solution to that would be to cuddle for the remaining time you had in the morning left together. Today unfortunately wasn’t one of those days. The night before you started to experience one of your pre-period symptoms but you didn’t think too much of it since your tracker showed that you’re supposed to get your period a week after. Apparently, you were wrong and your period decided to make an early appearance.

You woke up to a cramping sensation in your lower abdomen and immediately knew what was going on. You grimaced, hoping that the universe was going to be nice to you and not stain anything. You turned your head to the side and saw that Jake was peacefully sleeping, showing no signs of movement. Gently moving his arm from your waist, you slowly sat up and shifted backwards and to your horror, revealing the small stain on your bedsheets. “Shit” you muttered under your breath. You felt Jake stir beside you, you held your breath hoping that you didn’t wake him. 

“Baby?” he called out softly, “What’s wrong?” he sat up and rubbed the tired out of his eyes. Glancing over at you and where you were looking, he immediately understood what was happening.

Thinking of his silence as a sign of anger and disgust, you panicked and were quick to say, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I-I’ll go-“

“Hey, no don’t apologize love, it’s not your fault,” he reassured, getting out of bed. “Let’s go get you cleaned up first then we’ll just change the sheets no big deal.”

Still feeling embarrassed you whispered, “I’m sorry Jake, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Walking up to you, he shushed you and pulled you into his embrace, “Stop apologizing, it happens. You’re okay, I’ll take care of you.” he said gently, pressing a kiss onto the crown of your hair.

sunghoon ⭑.ᐟ

Today was the day you and Sunghoon had to go out and run some errands. You thought it was going to be a quick little trip since you didn’t need to buy much so you didn’t think to bring your bag - which carried all your necessities. You only brought your wallet which honestly was a normal thing for you.

All throughout the trip, you felt a small cramping and stomach turning sensation but you ignored it because you figured that you would be leaving soon. It didn’t come to mind that you were starting your period that day. The two of you made it through a couple of stores already and are at the final stop. You ventured a little further ahead of Sunghoon to grab a few items you needed while he strayed behind, distracted by the products he came across. Spotting an item that’s on a higher shelf, you call out, “Hoon, can you help grab this for me please?”

“Of course,” he said, walking over. Coming up from behind you, he places a hand on your waist, “Which one is it?” he asked, to which you pointed at what the item was. He reached up and grabbed it with no problem and handed it to you. You smiled at him in gratitude and continued with finding the next item. As you walked away, Sunghoon noticed something on the back of your pants. Thinking about it for a moment and finally realizing what it was, he took off his jacket and quickly walked up to you. You stopped as you felt him tie his jacket around your waist. 

You tilted your head in confusion, “Why?”

He shook his head, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it love. I can tell you later in the car”

sunoo ⭑.ᐟ

Today had to be one of your worst days out of your cycle. The cramps were just hitting you from left and right and it was draining all the energy out of you. However, that didn’t stop you from wanting to make dinner for your boyfriend. You loved cooking for Sunoo, it was a way to show him how much you love and care about him so whenever he says that he’s hungry, you’re  quick to make him something even if you’re not feeling the greatest. You’re always willing to put him first. 

You were in the middle of cooking a meal for Sunoo until suddenly you were hit with another wave of cramps. It was almost unbearable, it made you want to curl up into a ball and cry. Putting down the spoon, you leaned over the counter in hopes that it would help relieve the pain. 

Sunoo made his way into the kitchen to check on you because he was able to smell the delicious aroma of food but when he came in and saw you doubled over in pain, his stomach dropped. Running over to you, he asked worriedly, “Y/N? Are you in pain? Do you need me to call the ambulance?”

“No no Sunoo, I’m okay. I’m just dealing with some bad cramps right now” you reassured him.

“Cramps? Then why are you over here in the kitchen? You should be resting” he said, going over to the stove to turn it off. 

He grabbed your wrist and led you to your room, ignoring your groans saying that you’re fine. “I can always make my own dinner Y/N, you need to rest.”

Finally reaching your bedroom, Sunoo urges you to climb into bed and tucks you in. “See? That wasn’t so hard was it? I’m going to the store to grab some snacks for us, yeah? I’ll be back” he said, kissing the top of your head.

jungwon ⭑.ᐟ

You woke up feeling absolutely gross and icky. You were in no condition of leaving your house nor did you want your boyfriend to see you in such condition. You were supposed to meet up with Jungwon today to hang out but to your disappointment, you really didn’t feel good. You didn’t want to risk taking the fun out of the hang out if you did decide to push through the gross feeling. Sighing, you reached over to grab your phone to send a message to Jungwon asking if you can reschedule your date because you weren’t feeling well.

Jungwon felt his phone vibrate next to him and smiled when he saw that it was a message from you. However, his smile fell once he read that you weren’t feeling well. It wasn’t like you to cancel so suddenly but then again, emergencies happen. That still doesn’t stop him from worrying about you. Wanting to see for himself, he sets off to your house.

Hearing a knock at your front door, you push through the sick feeling in your stomach to go open it. Behind the door revealed your boyfriend holding a bouquet of flowers as well as a box of chocolate. “Jungwon? What are you doing here?”

“Are you okay? You said you weren’t feeling well.” he said worriedly and immediately pulled you into a hug.

“Oh Wonnie, it’s because I’m on my period. It’s making me feel a little sick so I had to cancel our plans,” you frowned, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were okay but since you’re on your period, we can’t let these chocolates go to waste.”

You smiled, “You really didn’t have to get me all this, Jungwon”

“Why not? My girlfriend deserves something that would make her feel better.”

ni-ki ⭑.ᐟ

Ni-ki wasn’t nosy - well most of the time he tries not to. He didn’t mean to glance at your phone when it vibrated. He just so happened to be near it when it went off. Looking at the notification for a second, his eyes landed on its source, the period tracker. The notification was saying how you may be experiencing a certain symptom today. Confused, Ni-ki took a second to try and figure out what this meant. Are you on your period already or will you be starting it soon? He might as well just ask you when you come back right? There’s no harm in that…right?

You come back into the living room with a couple of snacks and quickly settle back onto the couch next to your boyfriend. You noticed how quiet he got, it seemed like he was hesitating to say something. “What’s wrong?” you asked.

After a second of silence, he asks, “Are you on your period?”

You were taken aback by his sudden question, “What?” you said, raising an eyebrow. You don’t know if you should be offended or not. 

“I saw a notification from your period tracker so I was wondering if you were on it.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, “Yeah I am…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?! I could’ve gone and bought stuff for you” he groaned. This was not how you imagined him to react.

At a loss for words you stammered, “I didn’t think to tell you because it’s not that important?”

“But it’s the first time you ever had your period with me, I wanna treat you.” he whined.

“There’s really no need for that,” you let out a laugh “What’s up with you? You’re rarely ever like this.”

“Wow. You’re really doubting my sincerity? Sorry for being an awesome, handsome, and caring boyfriend.”

©berryyuni 2024. all work is written by me. do not copy, translate or repost

[almellow-crk]

Fankids for my Scrambled Lovers AU! (The one with BitterSpice, WingedLesbians, FrenchJester, PureSalt and MysticLily). Ask me more about them please. I want to ramble more

Spicy Bombon Cookie: Magic/Middle Row/Darkness+Fire. Daughter of Burning Spice and Dark Cacao, next queen of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. She doesn't get along with her bigger brother because of his betrayal and alliance to Dark Enchantress Cookie (Dark Cacao has already forgiven him, this is just Spicy Bombon being vindictive). Training with her father since day one to become a reliable queen and warrior. Always smiling, only family and close friends can identify a true or false smile. She has a very good relationship with her other dad, too, he's the only one that understands her more "chaotic" side. Engaged to Kanafeh Cookie.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Spicy Bombon Cookie's soul. Feels a bit heavy, but there's a fire inside waiting to be unraveled.

Korintje Cinnamon Cookie: Defense/Front Row/Fire. Adopted daughter of Burning Spice and Dark Cacao. She has a slow mind and learning things is difficult for her. Trained mostly by Burning Spice Cookie. If she is capable of stopping his blow then nothing can beat her. She has a very sturdy body that blocks and parries attacks without a shield. She doesn't smile or laugh often, Dark Cacao Cookie is maybe the one who can read them better. Coddled by everyone in the family, even her big brother, with whom she get's very well. In fact, there's no single cookie that dislikes her. How can they when her confused expression is so cute?

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Korintje Cinnamon Cookie's soul. It's warm and cozy, perfect to hug in a cold night.

Kanafeh Cookie: Ranged/Last Row/Wind. Son of two ladies that spoiled him roten. If someone look past from his absurd entirlement and materialistic needs, they'll see how caring and attentive he can be. Prince and future King of the Golden Cheese Kingdom, someday, when he's able to differentiate between desire and need. Golden Cheese Cookie is working on that matter. Coached by Eternal Sugar Cookie, his singing is so good he can use it to attack enemies (Besides his double wielding swords). He already has fans fawning over him, and might soon release an album. Who could deny him of such thing?Engaged to Spicy Bombon Cookie.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Kanafeh Cookie's soul. It reflects a beautiful and strong light of hope.

Soy Milk Cookie: Bomber/Front Row/ No-Element. The first born of Hollyberry Cookie and Shadow Milk Cookie. All the family fawned over him when he was born. And yet, he grew up to be relatively normal. That is, if one doesn't count how manipulative and hipnotic he is, taking a lot of lessons from Black Sapphire Cookie. Likes to face challenges head on, kicking everything out of his way just like his mother does (Though he uses his brain and not his muscles to do it). If life is a circus, he is the master of ceremonies, the Marshal, making the show go on without a hitch. And also throws magic tricks and whole shows to his family, even if Shadow Milk Cookie it's a little dissapointed that his kid didn't took in more his traits.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Soy Milk Cookie's soul. It won't let you look away until the everything finishes. No matter what, the show must go on!

Gooseberry Cookie: Support/Middle Row/Poison. Twin son of Shadow Milk and Hollyberry. Very easygoing, carefree and happy most of the time. Has a half-happy masc covering the left side of his face to match with his twin brother. He only cried two times in all his short life: because he was hungry, and because of his twin brother. Get's along greatly with his mom and two big brothers and sister, and with a certain cookie that protects the kingdom in the jungle. His acting skills makes his father proud. One time he managed to steal a whole can of cookies and managed to not look culprit.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Gooseberry Cookie's soul. These bright colors doesn't make you want to smile? Like it wants to share it's happiness with you?

Acai Berry Cookie: Support/Middle Row/Poison. Twin son of Hollyberry and Shadow Milk. A scaredy cat, a poor wet dog, all the negativity supressed from his parents manifested into him. Feels like the black sheep in the lousy family, is scared to make friends because he thinks he has nothing to offer. Has a half-sad masc covering his right side of his face due to an accident when he was little. Always behind his twin or father, only getting along with the quietest part of his family and his twin. So quiet he is, that you wouldn't notice if he walked towards you in a library.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Acai Berry Cookie's soul. These gloomy colors doesn't make you want to cry? Like it wants to take away all the sad things in the world?

Biscuit Crusader Cookie: Charge/Front Row/Light. Son of Pure Vanilla Cookie and Silent Salt Cookie. Nobody knows how he was trained, he follows a strict justice system that is suspected he learned from his quiet guardian. He is direct, short-worded and stubborn. He has no interest in ruling the Vanilla Kingdom, he considers he can do more for Crispia as a knight than as a king. And if a relative takes the throne, his main duty will be to protect them.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Biscuit Crusader Cookie's soul. Albeit still distant, it radiates safety and protection from within.

Chrysanthemum Cookie: Ambush/Last Row/No-Element. Daughter of White Lily Cookie and Mystic Flour Cookie. She is soon to be the leader of the Faerie Kingdom, and once her mother is gone, she will also take the role of the Tree's Guardian. Many doubt she comes straight from her mothers, since she was born a faerie. But there's a very logical counter argument for that. She got both the beast's eyes and her mother's thirst for knowledge. But this time, her life investigation is not about the purpose of cookiekind... Very quiet girl, but elegant and seemingly delicate. Someone gave her a scythe as a gift and it became her favorite weapon.

Soulstone: This stone holds a piece of Chrysanthemum Cookie's soul. While holding it, your own soul feels a pang of dread.

Some general facts about this new generation of heroes.

•Spicy Bombon absolutely dislikes Kanafeh's flirty self, part of it because he is the son of his mother.

•Biscuit Crusader and Soy Milk have a 👎Friendly👍 rivalry for Korintje Cinnamon. She doesn't even notices, and neither of them are ready to face her parents

•Gooseberry and Acai Berry are grounded innthe Hollyberry Kingdom until they reach adulthood (In 3 years) after a certain incident that left their parents worried and protective.

•Chrysanthemum Cookie spends most of her time researching. The only one with whom she keeps a steady friendship is with Biscuit Crusader.

•Every time the ancients have a meeting, they try to bring their kids too to let them know eachother and play, hoping they form a strong bond. Sometimes Soy Milk and Kanafeh manage to make the meeting a battle ground.

•Acai Berry only considers Korintje Cinnamon his friend. She is the only one that doesn't look at him with pity and actually believes him when he tells her about the eyes on his hair.

[haitherecaringmonke]

NRC staffs meeting Lucille’s Pokemons

Dire Crowley - Klefki

“Miss Beaumont please tell your monster to give me back my keys !”

Moves: Astonish, Play Rough, Fairy Lock, Flash Cannon.

It can be said that Klefki is one of the strangest monsters that Crowley has ever encountered in his entire life.

While he expected monsters looking like animals, he never expected one to look like a key-chain.

Klefki, like many Fairy types, is rather mischievous. And like many of Lucille’s Pokemons, he greatly dislikes Crowley for all the bs the man had put his trainer through.

Since Crowley decks himself in keys, Klefki felt obligated to steal from him. And just pike any other Klefkis, this one will not let go of the keys he had stolen from the Headmaster.

One time while Lucile was out cold after a long day of doing Crowley’s tasks, Klefki stole one of her enclosure keys and unlocked the gate to a certain padlock.

Crowley’s screams can be heard all the way from RSA as he was being chased by Kleki, who is leading Tyrantrum right to the masked man.

Divus Crewel - Eevee

“What an adorable little pup, and to think you can become one in eight different forms when you grow up!”

Moves: Tackle, Swift, Baby-doll Eyes, Quick Attack

It’s no surprise that Crewel is a fashion icon with the most fabulous outfits, but at the end of the day, the man is still a designer, and a lot of times designers have art block.

This is not good for Crewel, so he went outside to get some fresh air, maybe drop by Ramshackle to see if he can came up with any ideas by seeing the Pokemons.

While the man is scrolling through Lucille’s PokeDex, Eevee came over to him and curiously sniffed his pant leg.

Crewel was quite curious of this little fox dog thingie, he had to admit that it was quite adorable. He was well behaved and let the older man pet him as he pleases.

It wasn’t until Lucille told him how Eevee can have 8 different evolutions did Crewel’s interest piqued.

Upon seeing the eight different Eeveelutions, his mind exploded with inspirations. He thanked Lucille, took her PokeDex and Eevee with him and left.

About a week later, Crewel (begrudgingly) returned a very pampered Eevee to Lucille. She did received some new outfits inspired by the Eeveelutions as well as outfits inspired by the Pokemons on her Main Team as compensation though.

Mozus Trein - Meowscarada (Puss)

“You know, you might be my favorite monster out of the bunch”

Moves: Flower Trick, Energy Ball, Fake Out, Dark Pulse

The first time Trein met Puss is when he wandered into the lecture hall on accident. The professor was about to leave when Lucius spotted the humanoid feline creature lurking behind the door.

Lucius, being somewhat territorial, attacked the poor Magician Pokemon, who could only dodge out of fear. Trein had to step in and intercept.

Despite the scuffle, Puss didn’t stop visiting Trein every chance he get to show off some of his magic tricks and the poor man doesn’t understand why.

It wasn’t until later on when he asked Lucille why Puss keeps visiting him, turns out Trein and Lucius reminds Puss of Lucille’s father and his old and aggressive Purrloin. Trein felt honored at the statement, as for Lucius, it might take a while for him to finally warm up to the Magician Pokemon…

Ashton Vargas - Aqua Breed Tauros (Fernando)

(There’s no gif of Aqua Breed Tauros so please have this gif of regular Tauros instead)

“Hahaha! You have raised quite a fantastic beast Beaumont!”

Moves: Horn Attack, Zen Headbutt, Raging Bull, Aqua Jet

It all started when Lucille asked Vargas if she could have some of her Pokemon out so they could let out some steam instead and the man happily agreed, claiming the more the merrier.

So Lucille let her Pokemon out, mostly the ones that are active and have lots of energy to burn, with Fernando being one of them.

Fernando, other than running with the other Pokemon, also had another mission being chase after some of the students that are slacking off when Vargas wasn’t paying attention.

It worked very well since nobody wanted to be ran over by a water bull.

Fernando received some hearty pets from Vargas while his trainer received a pat on her back (that almost toppled her over)

Sam - Runerigus

“What do you say fellow ghost? Would you like to help me out at the shop?”

Moves: Shadow Ball, Earthquake, Shadow Claw, Rock Slide

Sam first meet Runerigus when he wandered into Sam’s shop on accident because he was curious about the presences he felt coming from the shop.

Had it not been for his friends on the other side, Sam would have thought the Pokemon is a statue/mural of some kind and he might have accidentally sell him to someone.

Sam enjoys Runerigus’ company and vice versa. Runerigus is also very careful with navigating around Sam’s shop as to not damage anything (because Lucille can’t exactly afford to pay for the damages)

Runerigus offers Sam his help whenever the man lets him stay around his shop. As a few unfortunate students have discovered that Runerigus is very good at spotting thieves.

[pinkberrytea]

OC Deep Dive

Eeeee tysm for the tag @kalmiaphlox! 💝🫂 Doing this for my Tav/Durge Mavka, as usual!

No pressure tagging @locallegume, @bardic-inspo, @zekeen, @starryjuicebox, @bananasfosterparent, @sniickerdoodles, @judasiskariot, @honeybee-bard, @inkymoonbunny, @marlowethebard, @nyx-knox and @astarionancuntnin!

What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Mav is scared of plenty of things, but first and foremost she’s terrified of herself, of not being able to control the Urge; this also means she’s scared of going to sleep, because that’s when she’s most vulnerable to it. As for her more common fears, she’s deathly afraid of thunderstorms as they’re associated with the trauma of her foster family’s demise, and also of being forsaken by all, left alone with no friends to call her own.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Mav is typically very patient and it takes quite some effort to get a rise out of her, but the push and pull of social relations does make her rather anxious. She needs constant reaffirmation, and if someone starts suddenly acting cold towards her, it will eat her up inside and yet she won’t be able to bring herself to talk to them. Also, she greatly dislikes it when people she’s not well acquainted with touch her horns.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Mirkon’s Story, as it reminds her of the first time she ever saved anyone, the first time she ever felt like there was good in her; her Corvid Token, which she often uses to shapeshift into a white raven; and Bloodthirst, the dagger her brother gifted her and that was then stolen by her sister, her only memento of him.

What do they notice first in a person?

Their eyes, and how they perceive her—whether they mean her harm, look down upon her, or glint with warm acceptance.

On a scale from 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Either a 10 or a 9, considering everything she’s been subjected to, especially at the hands of Kressa. While for most of her adult life she was forced to be a passenger inside her own body, as soon as she was tadpoled, the Urge left her alone to fend for herself—she woke up from a nightmare into another, her consciousness regained while she was being cruelly tortured.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

Neither—she freezes.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

She was adopted into a family of four—her foster mother and father, and her two foster sisters. They were all abusive towards her, but especially her father. Eventually she made her way back to her true family: her father Bhaal, and her many Bhaalspawn siblings. Out of those, she was closest to her older brother, a Dragonborn who was conceived from Bhaal’s own gore, much like herself; yet while she was the result of a pact with Mephistopheles, the Lord of Murder breathed life into him with no external aid, at the height of his power. She was created to be bred by her brother, but put off by her tender age, he took her under his wing instead. The Urge would only ever leave her at his request, so the few times she was herself during her years within the cult were all spent by his side. He had a soft spot for her, and would treat her kindly despite his own homicidal tendencies—that is, until he was killed by Orin, when the Urge took over Mav completely and she rose as head of the cult and Bhaal’s Chosen.

What animal represents them best?

A white raven.

What is a smell they dislike?

The stench of stale blood, as it would be the first thing she’d smell upon regaining consciousness after having control over her body be stolen by the Urge.

Have they broken any bones?

Yes. Kressa made sure of that.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Mousy, gloomy and quiet, obviously unaware of how pretty she is.

Are they a night owl, or morning bird?

Naturally, a morning bird—the dawn in particular is her favorite time of the day, as it is peaceful and signals a new beginning, a new chance at life. In her ending with UA, however, she is forced to become a night owl, though she doesn’t mind adapting to his lifestyle as long as he is safe and happy.

What’s a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Mav loves sweets, especially berries and milk tea, and hates slimy, gooey foods, like okra.

Do they have any hobbies?

Reading poetry and sugary sweet romance novels. She will also tell you she loves cooking and baking, but don’t believe her—for your own safety.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprise?

She would freeze at first—then would come the waterworks, crybaby that she is. After calming down, however, she’d be all smiles, and very much grateful for having such wonderful friends (the tears would likely return in waves though, sometimes completely unprompted).

Do they like to wear jewellery?

Mav’s not very fashion-conscious, but after becoming Astarion’s consort, she doesn’t mind letting him doll her up with expensive-looking earrings and bracelets, which becomes one of his favorite hobbies.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Round cursive, very neat and tidy, but also small to an almost unreadable degree.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Anxiety and melancholy.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Anything soft and comforting, like cotton or wool.

What kind of accent do they have?

I use Voice 2 for her, so very British!

[writeforfandoms]

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me" + kisses under mistletoe + Simon Riley x reader

(I combined two prompts from the same kisses list, hopefully that’s okay! Congrats on 2k followers, you absolutely deserve it 💖💖 Your writing is so goddamn fantastic and I am so delighted for you 💖💖💖💖)

Ooooh good picks!! I like these. Let's see where this goes...

Warnings: alcohol and teasing. And fluff.

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You weren't entirely sure how you got here, but you were sure it was Soap's fault. Somehow.

You huffed softly, holding your drink a little tighter. The holiday party was a long-standing tradition, but one that you usually wiggled out of with various excuses. Ghost usually got out of it too.

But not this time. This time, Price had forced you both into going. Something about spreading the holiday suffering.

Sometimes you greatly disliked your captain.

Which is how you found yourself trying to hide against a wall. Except Soap would not stop pestering you for a dance and making comments about how bonnie you looked in a dress. Thus, you were inclined to blame anything that happened on him.

"You look like you ate a live goldfish."

You jolted at the familiar voice, looking over at Ghost. He was actually dressed for the occasion, jacket stretched across broad shoulders, black face mask concealing most of his features.

"Surprised Price let you wear that." You motioned to your own face in reference.

"Knew I wouldn't show up without it." Ghost leaned near you, turning his gaze out to the crowd again.

You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "Gonna guess he threatened you with the same terms, then." You folded your arms over your chest, watching the dancers for now. You could spot Soap among them, having given up on you and found someone else to charm.

"Two hours," Ghost grunted, sounding displeased.

"Guess we'd better make the most of it." You snagged champagne from a passing waiter and offered one to him with a teasing little grin. He huffed at you but took it, the glass delicate against his fingers. You looked away first, unreasonably warmed.

The first hour was easy. Avoid small talk, cover each other's backs, glower occasionally at Price or Soap, and drink. The second hour got a little more lively.

"This way," you hissed, taking a quick surreptitious look around before you walked ahead of Simon, leading the way further back. Away from the woman who had apparently made it her goal in life to be as annoying as possible.

That, or she was attempting suicide by Simon. You were a little surprised he hadn't don't anything worse when she put her hand flat against his stomach.

(And you had ignored the burning little curl in your own stomach.)

"Where are you taking me?" But Simon only sounded amused.

"Finding you a spot away from her," you grumbled. "Does she think you're a slab of meat?"

"Yes," came the droll answer from behind you. You flapped a hand at him and rounded a corner into a quiet hallway. Much better.

"This should do," you said, looking around with satisfaction. "We're still technically at the event."

Simon huffed in amusement. A moment later, he was a solid line of heat against your back, hands at your waist. Your pulse sped up and you tipped your head to look back at him.

"Jealous?" He murmured in your ear, the crinkles around his eyes giving away his smirk.

"Of what?" You asked, mentally scrambling. Shit! "Someone who doesn't know how to take a no?"

He tugged you back, closer to him, his touch electrifying even through your clothes. "Not one to share, are you?"

"Dunno what you mean," you murmured, tugging against his hold. But he held firm, not letting you get anywhere.

"Did you know," he purred, low and teasing, in your ear, "that you frown any time someone flirts with me?"

Whoops. You hadn't even noticed. "Must be a coincidence."

"Don't think so." One hand left your waist, and a moment later you felt warm breath on the shell of your ear. You shuddered, eyes sliding closed. "Think it's more than that."

"Oh?" You managed to keep your voice even, though your body betrayed you in ways you knew he'd marked.

Simon hummed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest against your back. "Look there."

You blinked, caught off guard, and looked up. A bunch of mistletoe had been pinned up as decoration here, just above your heads. "Mistletoe?"

He huffed softly, gently turning you until you faced him. Your hands settled on his shoulders, helping you keep your balance. He carried so much on these shoulders. You never failed to admire them.

But the sight of his face was what held your attention, a rare treat. You drank in every detail greedily, from the scars to the bent nose to the circles under his eyes. Because that's what made him Simon.

"I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me," he murmured, cheeky and amused. But not joking.

So you smiled, one hand cupping his cheek delicately. When he tipped his head into your hand, you leaned up with the same consideration and kissed him. Soft, sweet. Gentle. Not things either of you had an abundance of in your lives, but something you wanted to give him more of.

Price would forgive you for not going back to the party.

[pomplalamoose]

Hey girl could please we get some hc’s for rebel pilot reader and luke friends to lovers??👀🫶

Hiiiii dear anon! This is such a sweet ask and I'm so here for this scenario🫶🏻

also serious probs for coming up with something Luke related I didn't already talk about lol

• assuming you've been with the rebellion for longer than Luke, he'd catch your attention as soon as he arrives

• and to say you'd be intrigued, would want to know more about the newcomer, is a mild understatement

• luckily you aren't the only one feeling this way by far; stories are told and rumors spread all over the place

• about his person, his origin, his looks, etc., every single one of them more absurd than the last

• and while none of them are mean spirited in any way, they definitely serve for a more than welcome distraction from the ongoing terrors and tensions

• (quite possibly this is the reason one or two or maybe more among the rebels have a good time making up some crazy things to stir the pot)

• the first time you're able to catch a few shreds of information is during meal time and of course you can't help but join in on the wild discussions, speculating about the what if's and whether what you've heard is true or not

• while pretty unsure about what to believe you have to admit that yes, these are crazy times, so why should it be too preposperous to encounter someone straight out of a cliché hero story?

• naturally you can't wait to finally see and meet him for yourself, and so you're immensely surprised when Princess Leia's savior turns out to be just some dude your age

• even more so, when after some precise assessments, he seems to be the very opposite of what the stories suggest him to be

• like, you're really supposed to believe THIS GUY escaped The Death Star after encountering The Darth Vader?

• absolutely wild

• of course your disbelief is nothing personal, you know better than to judge a book by it's cover; your time fighting alongside different species did certainly teach you as much

• after all Skywalker is here, willing to fight for the same cause you pledged your life to

• you heard about his great piloting skills as well and surely, in time, he'll have enough chances to prove himself

• plus he does seem nice enough

• it's just- he's so...

• you don't know what you expected

• but certainly not this puppy eyed, long lashed, gangly-limbs-everywhere guy with shiny locks to die for and a voice just slightly too loud

• when you overhear one of his conversations for the first time you are barely able to keep from snorting out a laugh as he animatedly compares the feat of destroying the Empire's biggest weapon to shooting animals on his backwater planet

• is he being serious?

• you're not sure what to make of his boisterous claim, nor where it stems from

• naivety?

• arrogance?

• it's possible the two of you had already exchanged a few words prior to this but now you decide on putting serious effort into speaking to him more often

• you want to get to know this guy, even if it's just for finding out that you're better off ignoring him

• maybe, for what it's worth, to put him into his place and to teach him a little lesson

• though soon you are very glad you gave him the benefit of the doubt

• as it turns out Luke, as you call him now, is very easy to approach and to get along with

• his smile as well as his enthusiasm are very contagious and much to your surprise you find yourself immensely enjoying his presence

• because of his open and curious nature you quickly discover shared interests, as well as likes and dislikes and benefit greatly from each others experiences and knowledge, especially when it comes to flying

• Luke is like sunshine personified and quickly you find it hard to imagine your daily life without him as his smile and warm presence always help to brighten your mood and ease your mind

• you didn't think so before but you actually really like listening to him talk, like to sit quietly by his side while he goes off on a rant or animatedly tells a story

• soon you view him in a whole different light than before, realizing that your first assessment was indeed, not quite right

• and as the awkward and inexperienced farm boy unfolds his depths right in front of you, you grow to admire his compassionate strengths greatly

• what starts off as lighthearted and easy comradery, evolves into a heartfelt friendship, fueled not only by the circumstances but a mutual understanding as well

• you make for a great team, able to trust each other blindly in training and during real skirmishes against the Empire's forces

• always he brings out the best in you and you seek to do the same

• it keeps both of you going, plays a major role as you work on improving your respective skills together

• may it be through friendly competition, sharing tips and tricks, hyping each other up after a particular good manoeuver, bragging about achievements or just helping the other with restoring their x-wing

• it's hard to pinpoint the exact time when the switch flipped, hard to figure out how all of a sudden feelings and the longing for something more evolved

• when did you stop seeing your best friend when you looked at him?

• when did he become so desirable?

• when did your innocent love for a friend turn into more?

• neither of you can tell, not even later, after rushed confessions in the hangar and first kisses after returning from an especially gruesome fight

• you tend to think about it a lot in hindsight, seek to remember that one moment of clarity while you lie awake at night, too giddy to fall asleep

• maybe your feelings were there from the very beginning with only your circumstances preventing you from realizing

• or maybe this was just the way things were supposed to develop, the only possible outcome after everything you've been through together

• in truth though, it's not that important

• being with Luke is simple in the best way possible, always was

• you're in love and it doesn't matter whether you fell slowly or all at once

• whether you quickly recognized the feeling for what it was or needed time to do so

• maybe the Force wanted you to take it slow, to really know the other, to experience them in every way possible, before sinking into their arms

[mrprettywhenhecries]

i don’t think you notice (what you did to me) redux [b.h]

two. | 'sheet-faced'

Billy Hargrove ✘ Win Lewis (oc)

✗ w.c. 3.5k words ✗ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, underage drinking, flirting, my thinly veiled dislike for nancy oop lol ✗ a/n: Hopefully the bits I've added of Win lowkey crushing on Steve aren't too heavy handed, but I wanted to show that that attraction has been there from the beginning. Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated 💚✨

[ masterlist ] [ win’s bio]

It seemed that Tina had forgiven Win for flirting with Billy his first day in Hawkins, but Vicki certainly had not, glaring her down as she climbed into Tina’s car the next morning.  

Dying to ask Vicki how her ride home with Billy had gone the afternoon before, Win bit the inside of her cheek, resisting the urge to be a little shit as she buckled her seat belt, especially since she suspected it hadn’t gone well.  Honestly, she didn’t really care if Vicki ever spoke to her again or not, but for Tina’s sake, she held her tongue, not wanting to create too much drama and lose her own ride to and from school.

Pulling into the dusty parking lot, it seemed Tina was purposefully searching for Billy’s Camaro, hoping to once more park nearby and get another show as he walked in.  This time when he pulled up, however, Win noticed a young girl with long red hair quickly jump out of the passenger seat and skate away without a backward glance.

A sister? she thought, though they didn’t seem to look anything alike.  Before she could spend too much time wondering, Billy’s car door slammed shut, pulling her attention.

“Hey there ladies,” he greeted, flashing them a smile that seemed directed at Win more so than the other two.

“Hey Billy!” Tina and Vicki exclaimed almost in tandem, however, preening at his attention.

“Hargrove,” Win replied curtly.

Billy smirked at her cool reception.  “You’ll warm up to me sooner or later, Lewis,” he chuckled smugly, walking on ahead, his long strides leaving the girls behind. “You keep thinking that,” Win muttered, rolling her eyes, though she didn’t hate watching him leave, even if she knew it was a calculated move on his part.

This time, at lunch, Billy was waiting by the bleachers when Win arrived, leaning back, his arms crossed nonchalantly over his chest. “There you are, thought you wouldn’t show up,” he said, pushing off the wall to block her way. “What’re you doing here?” she asked, staring up at him defiantly.

“I know you overheard my conversation the other day,” he said, cocking an eyebrow at her.  “It took me a second to figure out where you could have been hiding, and then it came to me.”

“Yeah, and–?”  Win countered, not backing down.  “Oh, did you not want me to repeat what I heard?  At least I didn’t tell Vicki you think she’s a cow,” she snorted, placing a cigarette between her lips and lighting it, blowing the smoke in his face.

Billy watched her for a second, not responding.  Without warning he snatched the cigarette from her fingers and brought it to his own lips, tilting his head back when she reached for it, her brows pinching in frustration.

“Give that back.”

“I don’t think I will,” Billy replied, the cigarette bobbing between his lips as he talked.

Frowning, Win relented, instead pulling her pack back out to get a fresh one.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Billy exclaimed, grabbing the box as well and holding it above his head with a smirk.

“C’mon asshole, give it back!” Win snapped, pressing against him as she stretched on her tiptoes to reach for it, her fingers barely brushing the bottom of the box.

“You want it?” Billy taunted, rattling the crumpled pack tantalizingly while pulling the lit cigarette from his lips and blowing out the stream of smoke, carefully directing it away from Win’s face.

“Billy–” Win warned, hating the petulant note to her voice.

Billy’s eyes lit up at the sound of his name on her lips and a smug smirk crossed his face.  Relenting, he finally let her snatch the cigarette back from his hand, watching her take a long drag.  Snorting softly, he took a fresh smoke from her pack before handing it back to her.

Win watched him with narrowed eyes, stuffing the cigarettes back into her pocket.  “So, you and Vicki, huh?” she asked wryly, wanting to needle him.  “Have fun driving her home yesterday?  I’m sure she was full of scintillating conversation.”

Billy rolled his eyes before a smirk tugged at his lips.  “Someone sounds jealous,” he drawled smugly.

“Oh, please,” Win scoffed, turning away from him as she took another drag off her cigarette.

“Y’know, I’d much rather drive you home,” Billy said and it was Win’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Gag me with a spoon,” she muttered under her breath.  “I already have a ride,” she countered and Billy shrugged.

“Yeah, well, if you ever decide to upgrade, the offer’s there.”

“Speaking of rides,” Win said, keen to direct the subject away from herself. “Who’s that kid that you drive to school?” she asked, remembering the redhead from earlier and Billy’s expression twisted.  

“My pain in the ass step sister,” he answered reluctantly.  “We’re not related,” he insisted, scowling, his blue eyes turning hard as he pointed his cigarette at her, as if to drive the point home.  

Win held her hands up defensively.  “Never said you were.”

A moment went by and Win flicked her spent cigarette away, crushing it with her heel.

“You going to that dumb excuse for a party tomorrow night?” Billy asked suddenly, breaking the silence. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” she answered, shoving her hands in her pockets.

“Then maybe it’ll be worth going to,” Billy murmured, dropping his own cigarette as the bell rang.  “Can’t wait t’see what you dress up as,” he smirked before walking away.

“Asshole,” Win muttered under her breath before walking in the opposite direction, but she found herself half hoping he’d show up, if only because it might make things more interesting.

The night of the party, Win took her time getting ready, wanting to arrive fashionably late.  She’d been to countless house parties back in the city, but this was her first in Hawkins and she wanted to make an entrance.

Grinning at her reflection in the mirror, she slipped her leather jacket on and adjusted the collar before spraying another coat of hairspray in her hair, making sure it was bouncy enough.  

“Perfect,” she murmured under her breath, turning this way and that to admire herself.  Once she’d made some alterations, the thrifted jacket looked just like the one Mel Gibson wore in Mad Max.  

Now she just had to complete the look.

Snatching her father’s keys from the bowl on his bedside table, she made her way to the detached garage in the corner of the lot, electricity thrumming through her as she threw the door up and climbed behind the wheel of his tuxedo black Chevelle.

“Hello, old friend,” she murmured, running her hands over the smooth wooden steering wheel before twisting the key in the ignition.  The engine rumbled to life and she pressed her foot to the pedal, revving the motor loudly.

“Time to fucking party,” she breathed, turning up the radio and pulling out of the garage.

The streets in town were already teeming with costumed kids, screaming and laughing as they moved in hoards from house to house, buckets and pillow cases full of candy in hand.  Win cruised past, windows down, her music spilling out into the street, and when she pulled up in front of Tina’s house, people took notice.

“Holy shit, you actually drove it!” Tina exclaimed, hurrying down the sidewalk as Win threw the car in park and got out.

“I mean, I had to, right?” she replied with a smirk.

“Guess who’s here!” Tina exclaimed in a hushed voice as they made their way back up toward the house.

“I dunno, who?” Win asked dryly, knowing exactly who her friend was so excited about.

“Hey Lewis, nice ride,” Billy’s voice called amidst the crowd on the lawn, answering her question for Tina.

“Thanks,” Win replied, finding him leaning in the doorway, flanked by Tommy Hagan, Carol, and Vicki, who sneered at Win.

“Thought you weren’t allowed to drive daddy’s car.”

“What my dad don’t know won’t hurt him,” Win countered, holding Vicki’s glare.

Billy, on the other hand, seemed mildly impressed.  “Badass,” he drawled, looking her up and down as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hand.

Win flashed him a tight smile—as if that wasn’t the impression she’d been going for when she’d set out for the night.

“So, who you supposed to be?” he asked, gesturing to her getup and Win planted her hands on her hips.  

“Max Rockitansky, and you?  Wait, lemme guess… douchebag in leather jacket?” she ventured sarcastically.

Billy snorted.  “I’m The Terminator, obviously.”

Win looked him up and down, her gaze sliding over his bare chest beneath his open leather jacket.  “Maybe I shoulda been Sarah Connor instead,” she teased, bringing a grin to Billy’s lips.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m rather parched,” she said, slipping past him into the house before he could say anything else, feeling his eyes on her as she went.  

Weaving her way through the crowd, she headed for the kitchen where the drinks were.  The island counter was littered with assorted half full liquor bottles and an array of different mixers, while a large glass bowl filled with red punch sat innocuously amidst a stack of red plastic cups.  Avoiding the punch, Win poured a splash of whiskey in a red plastic cup and filled the rest with coca-cola.  

Taking a sip, she glanced around the room, silently watching her costumed classmates dancing to the music blasting from the stereo, while others sat on the couch, holding drunken conversations, and several couples made out in the shadows.

“Hey, you came!”

Win gave a start as Steve reached past her to ladle some punch from the bowl into a cup, and she quickly cleared her throat, swallowing down the drink she’d just taken.

“Yep, I’m here,” she replied, taking in Steve’s dark sports coat and the sunglasses pushed up into his hair.  “Joel Goodsen, Risky Business?” she asked, gesturing to his outfit with her cup and he grinned, nodding.

“Yeah, Nancy came as Lana,” he said, glancing to where his girlfriend stood against the wall, waiting for him to return with her drink.

“Rad,” Win replied dryly, following his gaze before hiding her unimpressed scowl in her cup.

Though she didn’t exactly know Nancy Wheeler well, something about her rubbed Win the wrong way and she couldn’t quite put her finger on why–stubbornly refusing to consider jealousy as a factor.

“Well, I better get back,” Steve said, rousing Win from her thoughts.  “Don’t have too much fun,” he said, flashing her a teasing grin as he backed away, earning him an eye roll, Win grinning in return in spite of herself.

“You too,” she exclaimed, raising her cup in salute.  “Careful of the punch, it sneaks up on you,” she warned, watching Steve make his way back to Nancy and handing her the cup.

Sighing, Win tipped back her own drink, taking several gulps before nearly choking when Tina rushed over to grab her by the arm and tug her toward the front door.

“What the fuck!” Win spluttered, wiping her chin where her drink had splashed and trying not to trip over her feet as her friend led her outside.

“C’mon, Billy’s gunna try to beat Steve’s keg stand record!” she gasped excitedly and Win had no choice but to follow, careful not to spill the rest of her drink as she stumbled across the front lawn toward the group of spectators already gathered around the kegs.

Tina pushed through the crowd, dragging Win to the front with her just as Billy stepped up to the keg, his eyes catching Win’s as she came to a stop directly in front of him.  His mouth pulled into a smirk and he ran his tongue over his teeth, smoke curling from his lips as he handed his cigarette to Tommy.

Win crossed her arms over her chest as Billy leaned forward to grab the keg handles, glancing up to watch her for a second before two guys from the wrestling team grabbed his legs to hoist him up into a handstand.  Once he was in position, Tommy brought the keg tap to Billy’s mouth and the crowd began to count, cheering him on as he began to drink.  

Win caught sight of Vicki and Carol in the crowd across from her and let out a soft snort, shaking her head as she rolled her eyes.  Of course they’d be right there.

As the count grew higher, the crowd cheered louder.  

“Forty one, forty two!” Tommy yelled before Billy finally tapped out.

Landing back on his feet, he let out a victory yell, spraying beer in the air and down his front, his chest shining wetly in the moonlight.

“THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT, HAWKINS!” he crowed, retrieving his lit cigarette from Tommy while the others cheered his name, clapping him on the back.

Amidst the commotion, Win slipped out of the press of bodies and headed back to the house, in serious need of a refill, and needing to distract herself from how inexplicably hot the scene outside had been.  On her way back to the kitchen, she passed Steve and Nancy dancing while Mötley Crüe’s Shout at the Devil blasted over the speakers.  From the unsteady way Nancy was moving, it seemed she was already halfway on her way to wasted and Win’s brows climbed at the sight.  She’d never seen the Princess of Hawkins’ High so unwound.

Just as she’d finished refilling her cup, a commotion near the front door announced Billy’s arrival, his gaze slowly sweeping the room as he stepped across the threshold, and Win half wondered who he was searching for, hoping it wasn’t her.  As soon as Tommy and his other lackeys joined him, however, Billy made a B-line across the room straight to Steve who sobered as he turned to face him, pulling his sunglasses from his face, his tongue darting across his lips nervously.

“Looks like we’ve got a new Keg King, Harrington,” Tommy drawled, sneering as he stepped into Steve’s space.

“Yeah, eat it, Harrington!” another guy exclaimed while Billy stood there smugly, his chest puffed out as he looked down his nose at Steve, sizing him up.

Steve shrugged.  “Yeah, so?” he replied, as if he should care.

“So, you’re not the king around here any more.  You’ve been dethroned,” Billy said in a low voice, leaning in menacingly.

“Whatever, man,” Steve countered, while disgusted, Nancy pushed past, heading straight for the punch bowl, nearly bumping into Win on her way.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, and Win watched her out of the corner of her eye as she forwent the plastic ladle and dipped her cup straight into the punch bowl before gulping it down like her life depended on it.

She’s gunna regret that in the morning, Win thought, taking another sip of her drink while watching the exchange between Steve and Billy over the edge of her cup.  She’d heard stories about the former King Steve from some of their classmates, painting him as an entitled party boy who’d slept with most of the girls in their class.  She had to admit it was hard to picture him like that, though apparently he’d changed a lot since dating Nancy.

Feeling eyes on her, Win realized Billy had noticed her and was pushing past Steve to head her way.  “Shit,” she muttered, holding her cup up to keep from spilling it as she slipped around Nancy and into the crowd, heading in the opposite direction away from him.  In fact, it seemed most of Win’s night was spent avoiding Billy, circling the house and yard any time she caught sight of him.

She had just returned to the living room after growing bored with Tina and the others’ unruly drunken conversation when someone ran straight into her, the drink in their hand splashing down her front.

“Hey, watch it!” she cried, throwing her hands up in disgust as the culprit recoiled, stumbling backwards.

“Oh shit, sorry!  I’m so sorry–” Nancy slurred, her glazed gaze sliding downward, realizing her own shirt was just as stained as Win’s.  

Win grimaced, lifting her gaze to search for Steve.  “You better collect your girlfriend, Harrington!  I think she’s had enough!” she huffed in exasperation, raising her voice to be heard over the music, her displeasure clear, and Nancy quickly covered her mouth with her hand as if ready to hurl.  Steve hurried over to help Nancy as Win pushed her way out of the crowd in search of someplace quiet she could get cleaned up, completely over the party.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath as she slipped into the small bathroom tucked in the back of the house near the laundry room.  Looking in the mirror, she assessed the damage–her top was completely soaked, stained bright red from the punch Nancy’d been downing.  

At the sound of the door clicking open behind her, Win looked up sharply, ready to snap at whoever had entered, only to find herself face to face with Billy Hargrove’s reflection as he shut the door behind him and leaned back against it, his bare chest glistening at eye level.

Not bothering to look back at him directly, her jaw flexed as she held her tongue, merely glancing at him in the mirror, his smug expression only fanning her anger further.  

“What happen, you have a little accident?” he drawled, clearly amused by the situation.

“Nancy Wheeler spilled her fucking drink on me, that’s what happened,” Win bit back, drying her hands on the towel on the counter.  “Do you mind?” she asked pointedly when Billy didn’t move.

“Not at all,” he replied, watching her expectantly, a shit eating grin on his face.

When it became clear he had no intention of leaving, Win set her jaw, staring him down in the mirror as she shrugged her jacket off and gripped the hem of her ruined shirt, defiantly pulling it over her head–not wanting to lose this battle of wills.

Billy’s grin grew, his eyes trailing her dark bra and exposed midriff greedily.  “I must say, that’s certainly an improvement on your costume.”

Win snorted, grabbing her jacket as she finally turned to him.  “Yeah, now we match.”

“You know, I saw you out there watching me earlier,” Billy said suddenly, stepping into her path to block her exit.  

Rolling her eyes, Win gave up trying to get past him and leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Yeah, I saw it.”

“I beat Harrington’s record,” he boasted, watching her expectantly.

“Congratulations,” she replied dryly.

“That’s it?” Billy scoffed.

Win frowned.  “What, you expect me to be impressed, Keg King?” she mocked.  “Sorry, but it takes a little more than that to get into my pants.”

“Yeah?” Billy asked, moving closer.  “What does it take?”

Win’s eyes met his as he stepped into her space.  This close she could feel his warmth radiating from him and she swallowed.

“Why don’t you go find Tina, or Vicki, or any of the other cows from school to fawn over you, cause I’m sure they’re dying for the opportunity,” she snapped instead, ignoring his question.

“What if I’m not interested in any of them?” Billy asked, leaning in closer still, one half gloved hand pressing to the mirror behind her back while the other lingered at her hip.  “What if I want you?”

Win’s breath hitched as his breath washed over her cheek and the musky scent of sweat and booze mixed with his spicy cologne invaded her senses.

“You only want me because you can’t have me, and it’s driving you crazy,” she countered, anger and unwanted desire coursing through her.  “I know exactly what you are, Billy Hargrove.  You are nothing but a playboy, and once you get what you want, you’ll move on to the next girl.  I’m sorry, but I don’t feel like being just another conquest for you to brag about to your friends,” she hissed, not backing down.

Billy, however, only grinned in amusement.  “You can lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart, but I can see in your eyes just how much you want me,” he drawled, unphased by her words, his lidded gaze studying her face as if he could read her thoughts.  “It would be so easy to kiss you right now,” he chuckled, leaning in further still till his lips just barely brushed hers.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

At his words, a shiver ran up her spine and Win closed her eyes, trying to ignore the insistent ache growing between her legs.  All she had to do was tilt her chin and capture his lips; just give in.

Groaning, she forced her eyes open.  

No, she couldn’t give the cocky bastard the satisfaction of having her that easily.

“Sorry Billy, I’m beat, maybe some other time,” she said, ducking under his arm and slipping out the door while his defenses were down.  “See you at school Monday!” she called over her shoulder, flashing him a triumphant grin.

Billy watched her go, an aggravated scowl marring his features.  “Can’t have you, huh?” he mused, losing sight of her as she melted into the crowd.  “We’ll see about that.”

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Fluttershy!Younger!Clover (Based on Equestrian Girls Fluttershy)

Fluttershy!Clover is meek, shy, and sweet. A timid human, Fluttershy!Clover might not be too self-assured, but their friends know to rely on them in a pinch. More than any of their friends, Fluttershy!Clover is willing to see the best in everyone, a trait that has won over many enemies. Fluttershy!Clover has a deep adoration for animals; they instantly opens up to Yuu once they sees Grim for the first time, they regularly sneaks their pets to Heartslabyul in their backpack, and they volunteers at an animal shelter.

Toji!Crewel

Toji!Crewel is a cool-headed, confident man who makes a living using his skills and does not sweat the small stuff. He appears to enjoy insightful conversation with others as long as it somehow pertains to himself and can trade witty banter. Upon meeting, Crowley asked Toji!Crewel if they had met before. Toji!Crewel, on the other hand, reassured him that he was not the type to recall a random man either. In battle, Toji!Crewel has a crazed expression as if he's lost in the thrill of the fight, but he's always maintaining a cool and calculated head and plotting his next move. Toji!Crewel is proof that you don't need Magic to be successful and that something he teaches to Yuu when he decides to train them.

Punk!Peach!Hunt

Despite their punk appearance, Peach!Hunt is sweet, classy, kind, clever, sociable, and adventurous. They have a warm heart and often acts unselfishly, putting their friends, loved ones, and other students ahead of themselves, and apologizes excessively for getting into trouble with delinquent. While gentle by nature, Peach!Hunt is also strong-willed and can hold their own in sports competitions and battle. Peach!Hunt is slightly more flirty, mischievous, and have a confident attitude. Peach!Hunt transferred from Pomefiore to Ramshackle due to Vil's outrageous Beauty standards and the fact that they had to cover up their tattoos. In comparison to Ramshackle, they actually felt more freedom as a result.

(What they looked like during their First Year)

(What they look during their Second Year)

Alhaitham!Trappola

Alhaitham!Trappola is a scholar who is fueled by a desire to understand the underlying principles of the world around him He greatly values the pursuit of knowledge and dislikes meaningless noise and matters that distract or divert him from his chosen pursuits. To this end, while he is unambitious and enjoys leisure, he will do what he deems necessary to maintain a comfortable life. As a result, he is not fond of being a leader, refusing the position of Heartslabyul's Dorm Leader and became a permanent Ramshackle dorm member. Alhaitham!Trappola focuses greatly on himself at all times. However, he does not do so out of a disregard for others; instead, it is a result of his rationality. For example, he believes that as it is impossible to save everyone, it is important to focus on one's own well-being first. As a result, he frequently squabbles with Ace due to their contrasting ideals and personalities. Contrary to what his peers think, Alhaitham!Trappola does not look down upon anyone and tends to give equal weight to everyone, be they human or god. He also places great importance in the value of humanity and has astute insight into human nature.While he does not keep this a secret, he rarely bothers to correct others' unfavorable assumptions unless it would prove more troublesome to allow them to persist.

Oh, Trey would 100% do his best to protect Fluttershy!Clover from Riddle's anger about bringing their animal friends. As much as he respects Riddle and the rules in Heartslabyul, family comes first. Trey's room probably smells like animals since that's their second home if Fluttershy!Clover needs to hide them.

Oooh Toji!Crewel who sees Yuu as the child they couldn't keep safe..... Thinking about that scene where Toji recognizes Megumi, mhm mhm.

Rook would definitely support Punk!Peach!Hunt in whatever they choose to do. It's their own unique beauty after all ^^

And I am LIVING for the idea that Alhaitham!Trappola and Ace fight all the time. And everyone on campus is like "how are they even related" BAHAHAHA

[bluegekk0]

whats fpks relationship with herrah? I know canonically, white lady doesnt really feel any ill will towards her as she likes hornet, but how do you think fpk feels towards her? And, since I can't leave grimm out of this, how does he feel about herrah? Maybe he'd feel similarly to wl, since she's basically his daughter now

while typing this out i have another question, which of the dreamers are still alive in your AU, and what are their relationships with fpk, if any? since holly is alive id assume you branched off of the embrace the void ending, and i dont believe you need to kill any dreamers for that end (if I'm wrong, do correct me!), and quirrel in your AU doesn't have monomons mask, so i can only assume ghost at least got to her.

love your stuff, stay well!

it was... not the best, admittedly. granted, they weren't hostile towards each other, i actually think that herrah warmed up to him a little bit, mostly seeing how attached he got to hornet. they certainly had a common reason to bond over, the problem is that fpk was afraid of her. among his species, it's quite common for the larger female to kill and eat the male after mating, so it's coded in his brain to expect that possibility. with wl, it was a bit different - she's more plant-like, and so her behavior is very different to that of a wyrm, or any other carnivorous species, and that comforts his mind a little bit. but with herrah, he sadly couldn't have that assurance, so he was very stressed out about it and expecting the worst

their affair was part of a bargain, so he knew it was his obligation to fullfil his side, but he was terrified throughout all of it. on top of that, since he's gay in the au, he had another reason not to enjoy it very much, though he didn't realize at the time. so all in all, it was a very unpleasant experience, and it greatly impacted his perception of herrah. i do think he have liked for it to be different, after all, she was hornet's mother and i'm sure he would love to have a more pleasant relationship with her, if only for the sake of their daughter. but his fear was too strong and so he rarely visited deepnest aside from seeing hornet (probably for the better since deepnest wasn't particularly fond of him. too bright of a light, for one haha)

as for grimm, you said herrah, but judging by the rest of that sentence i'm assuming you meant hornet, so just in case i'll go over both. i don't think he interacted with herrah much, perhaps he knew her before the whole bargain deal, but nothing more than just being aware of her existence. and with hornet, like you said, she's basically his daughter now and he most certainly sees her as such. definitely more than wl did, but her being emotionally distant is basically a given - she didn't dislike hornet but to call their relationship a mother-daughter one would be an exaggeration. grimm, however, absolutely sees her as his own child. he did that even before him and fpk became a thing - he always liked to imagine himself and fpk raising her together, but since it wasn't meant to be at the time, he instead brought her gifts and entertained her with his powers whenever he visited. these days it's a tad more complicated with hornet's refusal to admit that she sees him as a father figure and her overall bitterness, but his attitude hasn't changed at all. of course, he doesn't pamper her with gifts anymore, but he enjoys spending time with her and bonding over shared interests. their relationship is fun, they have the generally laid back, joking type dynamic of close friends, but it's clear that grimm does thinks of her as his child, meanwhile hornet seems to get upset at that idea, but secretly really cares about him

the dreamers are something i thought about before and i'm considering leaving one of them alive, since i think they're interesting characters and i'd love to explore at least one of them post-ending. as you said, monomon is a goner, and so is herrah, as hornet in the au finds there to be no reason to visit deepnest unless she has to, so it's a natural assumption that her mother is dead. that leaves lurien, and with the city of tears slowly returning to its prime over the course of the au, he would be a pretty good fit for an important figure that watches over its development. but i haven't decided yet. if i choose to keep him dead, then i think it would be a fun idea for his butler to be "promoted" to lurien's previous role, since he was his most trusted bug. we'll see, i like both of those options, and i'll have to see what i decide on

thanks a lot for the ask! i really enjoyed these questions. hope you have a great day/night!

[cocoscurios]

The Hour, the Spot, the Look, the Words Chapter Commentary

Chapter Seventeen: Resemblance

Fitzwilliam led Elizabeth to the picture gallery, which held a livelier interest to her now than on her first visit to Pemberley. She was eager to see his parents, who were still shadowy and indistinct figures to her. She did not remember seeing them in the summer, but she had been intent on finding Fitzwilliam’s portrait then and had skipped over every unfamiliar face. More of the grand mapping out of Pemberley, with some bonus sketching of Darcy's parents!

They came first to Lady Anne, a handsome woman, who looked like a more elegant version of her sister, Lady Catherine. Her features, though strong, were more graceful, and her expression was less severe; though, Elizabeth thought fairly, that could be her own bias against Lady Catherine speaking, and, at any rate, it was difficult to tell from a portrait alone.

Lady Anne had been pale and fair, much fairer than her darker-haired children. Elizabeth did not see much of Fitzwilliam in his mother, but she did see many elements of Georgiana: the shape of the eyebrows, the grey eyes, the length of the neck, the wide mouth. I've always pictured the Fitzwilliams as a very blond family; the Darcy siblings get their darker coloring from their father and stand out when they visit the earl and co.

She wondered what Lady Anne had been like. Fitzwilliam had not spoken much about his parents and she was curious to know more. There was only so much you could learn from a picture. Lady Anne’s was a proud, patrician face, but she knew very little about the woman behind it.

They came next to George Darcy. Fitzwilliam, she saw at once, greatly resembled his father. Their coloring was identical, the shape of the eyes and the mouth the same. The late Mr. Darcy was smiling in his portrait, and it was one she recognized well. She wondered if his mouth had looked as serious as his son's did in repose, making their smiles all the more striking. 

A quick glance around at the portraits of the previous generations of Darcys proved how Fitzwilliam favored this side of his family; there was a great-uncle with his nose, a cousin with his brow, a grandmother with his cheekbones.

Elizabeth recalled with amusement how, in the midst of her dislike, she had thought Fitzwilliam like his aunt. There were certain expressions, certain manners that were similar there, but it was the jawline that was the only real point of resemblance. Elizabeth recognized it now as the strong, obstinate Fitzwilliam jaw. Lady Catherine, Lady Anne, the colonel, and her husband all had it; Georgiana had inherited a softer one from her father.

Fitzwilliam looked a little wistfully at his parents’ portraits.

“They would have loved you,” he said. “My father, especially.” Lady Anne, I think, would have taken some convincing, but would have gotten there in the end (she wouldn't be happy about being connected with the Bennets, but Elizabeth's obvious love for Darcy would win her over); the elder Mr. Darcy would have loved her instantly. 

He did not offer more than this, and Elizabeth did not ask. There would be better times to press for further information. I really want to explore Darcy's parents further (I've got loads of headcanon for them), but don't have a compelling enough project for it. Maybe it'll happen bit by bit in Sport for Our Neighbors.

She wondered suddenly who their own children would resemble; her face grew warm at the thought. Would they be tall like him or petite like her? Would they have the same thick, soft, brown curls as Fitzwilliam and Georgiana, or her wilder, darker ones, always hovering right on the edge of untidiness? Fitzwilliam's bright blue eyes or her dark ones? She felt a delicious surge of anticipation and tightened her grip on her husband’s arm.

Her own portrait would be up there someday, and their children's portraits after that. You know Darcy can't wait to get Elizabeth and the kiddos represented in that gallery. It was a thought both daunting and marvelous, and one she never would have believed six months ago.

She glanced behind her a final time before they moved on to the next room.

[twistedtummies2]

The Seventh Doctor - Worst to Best

Now that Christmas is over, let's focus on an anniversary I sadly neglected to acknowledge earlier in the year, and must acknowledge before the new year begins: 2023 marks the 60th anniversary of one of the longest-running television programs in history, that sci-fi camp classic, Doctor Who. Anybody who knows me knows that I love this series, both in its Classic and its "New Who" eras. The chances are also high that, if you know that, you know who my favorite Doctor is: Sylvester McCoy, the Seventh Doctor.

The Seventh Doctor was the last of the Classic Doctors, before the "bridge" that was Paul McGann's Eighth, and the beginning of New Who with Christopher Eccleston as the Ninth. To this day, he remains a slightly polarizing take on the character: for a long time, people seemed to greatly dislike number seven, but over the years he's gained more and more of a fanbase, with a lot of people claiming him to be one of the very best versions of the character out there.

Over the course of McCoy's three seasons - the final ones of the Classic show before it went on a LONG hiatus, to later be revived - the Seventh Doctor evolved in an interesting way. For his first season, the character is a more comical Doctor, somewhat clownish in nature...but even then, signs of his later development slowly began to take shape. By the end of his tenure, Seven had gone from one of the lightest takes on the character to arguably the single darkest: he could still be very funny, with a Vaudevillian sense of humor and style and many typical eccentricities, but he could also be ruthless, manipulative, and borderline sadistic. He was the Chessmaster Doctor: a master planner who could out-think his enemies sometimes several moves ahead...and yet he also loved playing the spoons and wearing silly outfits. Go figure.

I thought it would be fun, with the show nearing its 61st year - and having seen not one but TWO new canon Doctors added to the lineup this month alone, via Fourteen and Fifteen - to go over my thoughts on my favorite Doctor and his time on the show, in all its ups and downs. Over three seasons on TV (I'm not touching the audio dramas or anything else here), McCoy's Doctor had twelve separate stories/serials. So, today, I am going to rank them all! Let's waste no more time (or space), these are the Seventh Doctor's Episodes - From Worst to Best.

12. Time and the Rani.

It grieves me to say that the very worst of the lot is the Seventh Doctor’s debut/regeneration episode. In my opinion, this is the single worst introduction any Doctor has ever had, and it physically hurts me to say that since it is the first episode for my favorite Doctor. The first season of the McCoy era was sadly not very good, and I think that’s why some people have a hard time warming up to him and his Doctor. When the 24th season began, the show was going pretty much fully for comedy; it had some dark edges, but it was mostly playing itself almost as a space pantomime. That wouldn't be so bad, but the writing wasn't very good, and the production values were at an all-time low, both of which stymied its potential. “Time and the Rani” is the worst of the worst, for a very simple reason: if this was the only Sylvester McCoy episode you ever saw, you wouldn’t have any clue about what made this Doctor special. With every other Doctor’s big debut – no matter how good or bad the episode may be – you can at least say you get a sense of what this Doctor will be like. With McCoy, in his first appearance, he feels like a watered-down mish-mash of various other Doctors before him, and rather dimwitted. The only scene I really like is one where the Seventh tries on his new costume, but even that scene is basically a riff on a Fourth Doctor sequence. If you want to get a start on the McCoy era, don’t start with his actual debut; it really isn’t worth your time, and you can probably imagine better intros/regeneration tales in your head than this gives.

11. Delta and the Bannermen.

This story is pretty bad, too, but it’s not AS bad as “Time and the Rani.” This was the third serial from the first McCoy season, and it features the Doctor and his then-current companion, Mel Bush, being invited to participate on a holiday tour in 1950s Wales, by pure luck. (Trust me, pure luck is what gets Number Seven through most of his first season.) Less lucky is the fact that a fugitive extraterrestrial named Delta – the last of her kind – is also on the tour, trying to escape from an army of brutish killers called the Bannermen. Throw in a couple of bungling redneck CIA agents (yes, really; I’d be angry if it weren’t for the fact, as an American, I have no right to complain) and references to Disneyland (again, yes, really), and you have this episode. Admittedly, some parts of this episode make me laugh, and the overall direction doesn’t make the Seventh Doctor look like a total idiot, which is a step up from the previous pick. I also like the character of Ray – a motorcycle gal who basically became a prototype for the character of Ace (more on her later) – but it’s not enough to save this story, which mostly comes across as equal parts boring and obnoxious. A most unpleasant blend, indeed.

10. Paradise Towers.

Of all the bad McCoy episodes, this one is the LEAST bad. It ALMOST works. This was the second serial of the first McCoy season, and, much like “Delta and the Bannermen,” it starts off with the Doctor trying to do something nice and pleasant with Mel, only for things to go to Hell in a teapot once they actually arrive. The Doctor takes Mel to a resort called “Paradise Towers,” which was made to provide people with peaceful relaxation and fun, as any proper resort would be. However, multiple conflicts have led to Paradise Towers becoming the epicenter of an effective civil war between several groups. What was once a happy and beautiful place is now home to cannibals, killer robots, Space Nazis (the Seventh Doctor faced Nazi-esque characters quite a lot; these ones are called the Caretakers), street hoodlums, and a vaguely Lovecraftian psychic abomination. The only one who doesn’t get involved in the violence is a single peaceful soul named Pex, who many defame as a coward. The concept has the potential to be a really twisted, imaginative story, but all of the varying plotlines don’t mesh well, and, again, much of it is played for absurd comedy, which really deadens the effect, in my opinion. True, this is kind of a crazy idea, but it could have been so much more than it was…in fact, that basically sums up a lot of this first season in general: it could have been so much more.

9. Dragonfire.

“Dragonfire” is the last serial of the first season, and it is also the best serial of the first season…which isn’t saying much. It’s…just okay, really, but that’s better than the other three. Once again, the Doctor tries to take Mel somewhere nice (this time a sort of space mall, in a place called Iceworld), and once again, shenanigans ensue. This time, said shenanigans involve a lost treasure, references to “Star Wars,” “Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark,” and “Alien,” and the villainous Kane - an icy antagonist who frankly could give Mr. Freeze a few lessons in frostbitten fiendishness. It also features one of the most infamously silly cliffhangers in the show’s history. What really makes this serial work though are our three main characters: with this episode, McCoy’s Doctor finally starts to evolve a bit more into the character we know and love from later appearances. It also features the return of the loveably roguish con-artist, Sabalom Glitz, who had previously appeared a couple of times during the era of the Sixth Doctor, Colin Baker. But the true point that makes this work are the two companions involved: this is the last story we get with Mel, and the first story featuring Ace. Mel is (or, at least, was) one of the worst companions in the show's history, in my opinion, but I actually kind of like her in this episode, and while her departure makes absolutely no sense, it's legitimately sort of sad to see her go. Ace, meanwhile, is my favorite companion in all of Doctor Who (just as McCoy is my favorite Doctor), so seeing her arrive on the scene is a blast. It's their combined presence, above all else, that makes this story worth seeing.

8. Silver Nemesis.

The 25th Season of Doctor Who - McCoy's second - was where the show REALLY started to take off, and it might actually be one of my favorite seasons in the entire series. Having said that, "Silver Nemesis" is what might be called "the worst of the best," just as "Time and the Rani" is "the worst of the worst." Intended as a celebration of the show's 25th Anniversary, the serial features the Doctor and Ace having to deal with three different factions of antagonists: a group of Neo-Nazis from contemporary times, a witch from the 17th Century, and - as you can see her - the Cybermen, one of the Doctor's most long-running and infamous monster antagonists. All three warring factions are trying to gain control of a living statue, called Nemesis, which apparently can grant whoever wields it immense destructive power. The Doctor, it's revealed, is the one who apparently CREATED Nemesis, and must now find a way to keep this mysterious creation out of the hands of his enemies. The episode does some interesting things - most notably with it really playing up the Doctor as a mysterious figure, in a way that hadn't been done in a very long time, if ever before - but ultimately, it's tonally scattershot, the pacing is a bit off, and most of the villains turn out to be shockingly ineffectual. The story is also basically a giant ripoff of "Remembrance of the Daleks" (more on that later), featuring a lot of similar plot and thematic elements throughout, which definitely deadens the impact. It's not necessarily a TERRIBLE story, as it has a great cast and a lot of cool scenes and ideas, but it's definitely on the lower end of "meh," in my opinion.

7. Ghost Light.

Believe it or not, I actually had a hard time choosing between Ghost Light and Silver Nemesis. It is potentially unbelievable because most fans agree that Ghost Light is a better episode than Silver Nemesis; many call this episode a triumph of the era, with the other as one of its weakest pieces. In some ways I agree, but in other ways…I won’t say Silver Nemesis is superior, because it isn’t, but I feel this episode is SLIGHTLY overrated. This was a serial from the 26th season – the Seventh Doctor’s third and final season in the series. “Ghost Light” is a three-parter, and – in my opinion – it truly could have benefited from having a fourth section. The first two thirds of the serial are quite brilliant: the story is a really great one for Ace, as it taps into dark elements of her past, and the style of this tale is absolutely DRIPPING in Gothic Victorian atmosphere. It deals with scientific and philosophical concepts of evolution, change, and social status, and blends elements of various classic stories together, such as Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion, The Island of Dr. Moreau, and a heavy helping of H.P. Lovecraft's works. I love the style, the atmosphere, and a lot of the concepts presented…but the problem lies in the execution. The first two parts move at a decent pace, but in the third part, everything feels very rushed. It becomes REALLY hard to follow what’s going on, and lots of things feel underdeveloped, as well. I also feel that the reveal of one of the main antagonists – Light – is a little underwhelming; the character is supposed to be an awe-inspiring presence, like some sort of avenging angel, but the performance and especially the costume design make him feel less intense than he should. It’s still a good story, but I don’t think it’s the masterpiece a lot of people seem to claim it is.

6. Battlefield.

In a weird way, "Battlefield" is one of two episodes where you could arguably sum up the reputation of the Seventh Doctor and his era - with fans, that is - in a nutshell. This, and another story I'll get to later, used to be considered pretty bad eggs on the whole...but nowadays, people have a lot more respect for them, and several folks I know (or just know about) have labeled them as being among their favorites. I definitely have a soft spot for this one, myself: "Battlefield" features the Doctor facing off against a legion of dark knights from another dimension, where the legends of King Arthur are real, and the Doctor himself - apparently - is Merlin! The issue is, the Doctor won't become Merlin until a later regeneration, so this is - confusingly - his first time meeting any of the Arthurian characters: most notably the main villain of the story, the mysterious Morgaine. To try and deal with the problem, the agents of UNIT - an elite military group who are a recurring presence throughout Doctor Who - are called into play. This brings back the Doctor's old friend and companion, The Brigadier, in his final appearance on the show. While the episode is not perfect, there's a LOT to love here: I love seeing the homages to earlier eras of the series, with the return of the Brigadier and "Bessie" (which I can only describe as the Doctor's equivalent to the Batmobile), and I love the thematics and motifs of Arthurian myth and legend. The supporting cast is great, and we get one of the best-looking monsters in the series, courtesy of a demon known simply as "The Destroyer." Definitely a fun outing that deserves more credit than it sometimes gets.

5. Survival.

The final episode of the Classic era. While not a perfect way to cap off the show as a whole, nor McCoy's central tenure in the program, "Survival" is, nevertheless, hardly a bad note to close on, either. The story focuses on the TARDIS Team returning to Ace's hometown and time period: then-modern-day Perivale. The Doctor and his companion soon discover that a bunch of people around town have been mysteriously disappearing. It's revealed they are being transported to a mysterious alternate dimension, known only as "The Planet of the Cheetah People" (yes, that's really what the monsters are called). The Cheetah People are half-human, half-cheetah beasts who hunt people for both sport and food; those who don't end up as cat chow end up slowly turning into Cheetah People themselves, their aggressive instincts and more animalistic desires coming to the forefront. Wrapped up in all of this is the Doctor's arch-enemy: the Master, who has taken control of the Cheetah People, but is also trying to find a way to escape their world before he becomes one of them. This was one of actor Anthony Ainley's best outings with the Master (he's my favorite person to play the role), and it was great to see him go up against my favorite Doctor. It's so strangely fitting that the final episode of the Classic era featured the Doctor going against his arch-enemy for what was, at the time, perceived to be the final time, and I'm not sure how planned that fact was, based on what I know of the production history. Regardless, while this episode is a bit silly in places, it's mostly a really great and surprisingly dark story, dealing with some interesting themes and philosophies, and having some fine action sequences to its credit, as well. If you were only to watch this one episode, and no other, from McCoy's era, it wouldn't be a bad choice.

4. The Happiness Patrol.

This is the other episode I mentioned, alongside "Battlefield," where you can kind of see it as a (likely unintended) symbol of the Seventh Doctor's era as a whole. At the time this story came out, it wasn't much liked by the public, and there are still those who don't especially care for it...but nowadays, generally speaking, respect for this story seems to have grown quite a lot. It's not perfect, but it's definitely a highlight of McCoy's time in the series, and for good reason. In this story, the Doctor and Ace travel to a human colony in the distant future, called Terra Alpha. The place is run by Helen A: a parody of Margaret Thatcher herself, played by Sheila Hancock. Helen A has declared that no one is allowed to be sad: people must wear bright colors, tell silly jokes, only listen to cheerful music, and generally always behave like everything is sunshine and rainbows. Anyone perceived to be a "Killjoy" faces one of several horrible punishments: one is being shot down in the streets by the titular Happiness Patrol - her special police squadron. Another is being sent to "The Waiting Zone," which is Terra Alpha's equivalent to jail (and where you can be killed by either trigger happy guards or rigged arcade games). Finally, there's being forced to pay to suffer the wrath of the Kandy Man: a self-aware robot made almost entirely out of sweets, designed as a parody of Bertie Basset. The Kandy Man either experiments on people in his laboratory, feeding them candies that are so good they literally make you die of pleasure, or drowning people in boiling hot syrup via an execution method called "Fondant Surprise." The TARDIS Team must find a way to dethrone Helen A, destroy her minions - especially the Kandy Man - and give Terra Alpha the right to be unhappy again. I love the paradoxical nature of this episode, with things that are bright and colorful being made wicked and nasty, and with the whole premise focusing on letting people feel sad rather than joyful. The story plays off the idea that happiness and sadness are "two sides of the same coin," and that neither emotion can exist properly without the other. There's a lot more I could say, but this description is already getting too long; basically, if you like things such as "We Happy Few" or a certain episode of "Fairly Oddparents," this may be a story you enjoy, as well.

3. Curse of Fenric.

Many consider this to be the single best episode of the Seventh Doctor's era. I obviously do not agree with this general feeling, but I also can't deny this serial is a great one. "Curse of Fenric" was the debut story of Season 26, and it is one of the darkest stories in all of Doctor Who history. Ace and the Doctor arrive near a military base in the heart of World War II, where English and Russian soldiers are working together. While trying to solve the mystery of some mysterious relics found near the base, military personnel seemingly awaken a race of creatures called Haemovores, which I can only describe as "squid vampires." The Haemovores can only be held back by one's faith; the stronger the exhibition of faith one has in something, practically anything, the better it wards them off. The Haemovores, it's revealed, are just pawns in the game of Fenric: an entity of pure evil older than the universe itself, which apparently has faced the Doctor before. It's revealed that Fenric is not only involved with these beasts, but that many past events from the past two seasons were actually part of an elaborate scheme the evil entity was concocting to get revenge on the Doctor. I love so much about this story: I love its themes of faith and doubt. I love its dark setting and even darker storytelling elements. I love both Fenric and the Haemovores as monsters/villains, and I love the fact this story ties a lot of past threads together in such a subtle way. I especially love what this episode does for Ace, as a character, and how it shows newer, even darker dimensions to the Seventh Doctor that we hadn't seen before, and which have now become central to who he is in years since. I may not think it's the perfect masterwork everyone else does, but it's hard to think of anything particularly wrong with it, either; definitely one of the Seventh Doctor's crowning moments.

2. Remembrance of the Daleks.

If I had to choose one episode of the Seventh Doctor's era that I would call the definitive story - meaning, if you are going to watch only one episode, this would be the best one to see to give you an idea of everything great about it - that would undoubtedly be "Remembrance of the Daleks." This was the debut of Season 25, and going from "Dragonfire" to this is like switching a lightbulb: it is ASTONISHING how much the quality of EVERYTHING about the show seems upped, right off the bat, in this serial. The Doctor and his Companion, the supporting players, the writing, the visual effects...everything here is a MILLION times better than ANYTHING in Season 24, and it's the story that officially cements the kind of Doctor Sylvester McCoy's would really be moving forward. The plot has the Doctor returning to where it all began: Coal Hill School and Trotter's Lane, the setting of the very first episode of the very first serial in Doctor Who back in the early 60s. He and Ace discover that a Dalek civil war has broken out - between the gilded Imperial Daleks, and the more rugged-looking Renegade Daleks - and both sides are fighting to gain control of a piece of Time Lord technology, known as the Hand of Omega. If either side can take the Hand, they'll basically become Gods, and we obviously can't have that. However, it's revealed the Doctor was somehow prepared for all this, and has devised an elaborate plan to outwit the Daleks at their own game...the problem is that he wasn't expecting two warring factions, and he has to make sure the wrong set of Daleks don't interfere with his scheme. The episode has great action, great philosophies and themes, a few surprising twists and turns, and a surprisingly somber and ambiguous ending. It also features what many consider to be the most iconic scenes/moments for both the Seventh Doctor and Ace alike.

Greatest Show in the Galaxy.

While "Remembrance of the Daleks" may be the most definitive episode of the Seventh Doctor's era (and I would argue it and "Curse of Fenric" might be candidates for the technical best episodes), it's not actually my personal favorite. That goes to this story: "Greatest Show in the Galaxy." The plot begins with the Doctor and Ace getting intergalactic junk mail, tempting them to visit the Psychic Circus on the desert planet of Segonax. It's ultimately revealed, however, that some mysterious force is controlling the circus performers and workers. This force - which I shall not name here - seems to literally thrive on entertainment itself, and so the performers are forced to bring anybody who attends from the crowd into the arena to perform, in order to save their own skins. Because as soon as you stop being even remotely entertaining, you die. I love how the episode is more subtle with the Doctor's chessmaster ways here; he's not exactly planning everything out in advance, but he's also not totally hapless throughout the story either. It's somewhere in the middle, and it's hard to say how much of what happens was something he expected or not. The supporting cast is also great, from characters like Mags the Werewolf, to the insufferably geeky Wiz Kid, to one of the greatest oneshot villains in Who history, the devilish Chief Clown, played by Ian Reddington. The whole serial seems to be a subtle riff on Doctor Who ITSELF, and how it was being perceived by critics, producers, and fans alike at the time, which makes it pretty interesting once you see it from that perspective. Even without that idea in mind, however, it's just a fun, somewhat surreal story that really shows the strength and fun of McCoy's Doctor, gives a little bit of depth to Ace (not as much as some later stories, like "Fenric" and "Survival," but still), and provides plenty of memorable moments. It's not necessarily the best, it's not necessarily one I would suggest as the first and only story people watch...but without a doubt, "Greatest Show in the Galaxy" is my favorite Seventh Doctor Episode.

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Friendships: Brooke's Friends

Next up and second-to-last for the friendship posts, we have Brooke~! Honestly, his was originally going to be the shortest as Brooke only has one true friend from Mareas(Shannon), but to make his post a similar length to the others I included Meredith and Adrien. Despite them being his older sister and brother-in-law, but Mere was always his best friend growing up and he does grow to have a good relationship with Adrien too once he comes into Mere's life. But yeah, I hope you enjoy!

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- Mareasian Friends

. Shannon: His best friend of several years. They first became acquainted as young teens as they had a lot of the same lessons together, at first not talking much together until they got paired to work on an assignment together. As they started spending more time together other people caught on to their dynamic, and encouraged them to become a couple. While they only dated for about a month due to social pressure, they had a mutual breakup as both realized it was not something they wanted for themselves, with them remaining friends afterwards and actually becoming a lot closer as they gained a better understanding of the other. Over the years as they explored not just their sense of style but also their sense of self and identity together they have opened up about so much with each other. Their insecurities, struggles with their mental health, problems fitting into their society and living up to everyone’s expectations, and so much more that they don’t always feel comfortable sharing with other people. One of these things was their sexualities, as they both felt a relief when they found out the other was not straight since it not only helped explain why their brief relationship didn’t work out, but also because they now had someone to relate to in that area and feel safe talking about that part of themselves with. Despite them both becoming seen as “deviants” in their society many still see potential in the two being together, so they often act as each other’s “cover date” for events and situations that require it.

. Meredith: His older sister, but the one he has considered his best friend since they were little. With how traumatic and troubling his childhood was, by far the best thing in his life was his relationship with Mere. The two have been through a lot together as siblings and have always been by each other's side, comforting each other through their stressful moments and bonding through the good ones, and they both inspire each other in many ways. Their bond is so close that many often mistake them for being twins, despite the two-year difference in their ages. They may have their occasional disagreements and bickering sibling moments, but both would not trade each other for the world. She is the only person in their family that he has felt safe and comfortable enough to come out to, both about his sexuality and who his lover is, and greatly appreciates her support and how she helps cover for him whenever he is going to see his love.

. Adrien: Used to be pretty suspicious of Adrien at first, mainly as he knew Mere had dealt with many uninterested suitors in the past and wanted only the best for his sister. It took a bit for him to warm up to him, but after a while of getting to know him he came to see how much of a good person he genuinely is. From the few times he has tagged along with Mere and Adrien's outings, he could see just how much they built up a loving connection and he was among the first who approved and supported them being together. They don't really hang out much on their own, but Brooke does enjoy talking with him and they do have some things they bond over, such as obscure and generally "disliked" genres of music.

- The Other Main Characters:

. Ignatius: His lover whom he has been in a relationship with for over 5 years, but they have been actual friends for almost a decade and always had an inexplicable gravitation to the other. Their friendship started when Nate decided to put an end to their childhood rivalry, offering for them to end it and become friends instead during their next meeting together. While Brooke was skeptical of this at first, knowing that Nate genuinely did not like him for a period of time, he quickly accepted as he himself wanted to become friends. Brooke may have played it off a bit at first but he was genuinely excited when he heard Nate wanted to be his friend, as he always thought he was pretty cool even when they did get on each other's nerves. While they did not get to see each other often, when they did get to they focused on getting to know each other better on a more personal level, sharing some things about themselves they could not share with others, and during this time was when they realized how much they both enjoyed the other's company.

. Talia: One of his other close besties, these two get along so well it causes many people to worry whenever they see them together. They relate to each other on a lot of things, mainly having the nobles of their respective kingdoms having such harsh and negative views of them and not bothering much to give them a chance, and both generally having out-going and fun-loving personalities, but they do have a deeper understanding of each other. They just want to live their lives unconstrained from others' expectations, and they are big supporters of the other's ventures in life. They always recommend fun things to do to each other and know how to liven up any stuffy or boring royal event together with their mutual love for partying and dancing, so whenever Arian and Mareas have events together other people are often wary when these two get together, as there is no way of knowing what they will get up to together this time.

. Hestia: While they are not close enough yet to be considered friends, they are fairly friendly to each other before the main adventure. While Tia was initial wary of him, knowing he was her older brother's childhood rival for the longest time, Brooke always made it a point to be friendly and try to engage in conversation with her, even if it was a slow process. In time as they get to know each other better she eases up to him, and they both find it relieving to have a few things in common such as both of them being neurodivergent. It made him so happy having her eventually warm up to him, and he finds it charming how she gets all excited to talk about pirates and Mareasian history with him, happily indulging in her ideas and plans whenever she is in Mareas. Their relationship does get more tense during the main adventure after the secret of his and Nate's relationship gets out, as things get awkward and Tia becomes unsure of how to interact with him as she processes all of their history together, but eventually they come to an understanding of each other and become good friends.

. Amaya: A good friend of his, with him always appreciating how she made it a point to get to know him for who he truly is and not how most others perceive him. They have a fairly good and playful relationship, but after opening up about their insecurities and anxieties more to each other they have that deeper understanding and connection with each other to not be afraid of talking about more serious topics. They both also bond over their mutual love for dancing, having an appreciation for how beautiful the art form can be, and they have taught the other some moves from their respective favorite styles.

. Gaia: Another good friend of his, even if they did not have many one-on-one interactions before. Both being pretty friendly people, they get along pretty good and have more of a playful friendship, where they both encourage the other's adventurous and curious natures. They enjoyed getting to see and talk with each other when they could before the main adventure, and while things were tense for everyone during it, their friendship really flourished after it as everyone got closer together. In particular for Brooke and Gaia, he becomes inspired by her to eventually take up witchcraft for himself. He was at first very hesitant on actually studying or practicing it due to Mareas generally finding it to be evil and sinful, but by getting to know Gaia and her craft more he starts to see the positive and liberating sides of it. After he gets more into his craft, he enjoys talking all about witchcraft and different spells with her, and combining their respective crafts to create new spells and potions.

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Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Here's some for the awesome Nomin! <3

Hiiii, pinxli! Thank you so much for the multiple asks! \ ; w ; / I appreciate it greatly! ♥♥

Warm and Cozy OC Asks

I'm gonna put my answers under a cut so it doesn't stretch others' dashes!

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Can they fall asleep anywhere? Or are do they need an optimum condition to sleep in?

This one feels interesting because Nomin is fairly nomadic for a large portion of her life! It's only when we're talking about her life on the Island Sanctuary that she largely considers that a stationary home for her and her family. So...the assumption would be that she could fall asleep virtually anywhere, but when I think about it, I don't think she can!

Nomin dislikes the cold, so if it's cold, she can't really sleep that well. Nights in Ishgard, Coerthas, Dravania, Sharlayan, and Garlemald were very tough for her! Same for venturing through Eureka. She'll need prep and time to get warm before she feels comfortable enough to sleep. Generally this means decent fires or fire shards / crystals that can radiate warmth or imbue warmth.

Other than that, if it's temperate and generally pretty agreeable weather, Nomin can fall asleep in a good number of places. Including upon the back of her horse, Mori. So long as she's properly secured upon her saddle or just in general upon his back. She does utilize methods learned from the Dataqi people in how to manage this.

What does a lazy morning consist of?

Hm...a lazy morning for Nomin is definitely just being able to lounge in bed for a good ten to twenty minutes. Taking time to collect her thoughts and get ready for the rest of the day -- having that luxury of doing so. When camping out, sometimes she'll stir and open up the flap of her tent to let in some air to both take it in as well as air out any staleness that might have accumulated over the night.

Staying at an inn or personal room, it's the luxury of having a private bath to soak in. Having the time to take care of her scales more thoroughly with coconut oils, as well as take care of any loosened scales that might be that way because more scales are growing in. It may not sound lazy on the surface, though to Nomin, it does seem trivial than waking up and having to be right back at work in some fashion as the Warrior of Light. You can tell if she hasn't had a chance to care properly for herself if her scales look dull or even disheveled due to not having the time to care for them.

With Estinien in her life, it's just getting to bask with him on a morning he also decides to be lazy since I imagine he sticks pretty diligently to a morning routine and keeping his body and skills sharpened for whatever may come. He's just used to it as something he's done for 20+ years of his life. But sometimes...sometimes a morning rolls by where it's just nice to have the company of your partner and feel love and give love in return.

Does your OC prefer early nights or late mornings?

Definitely depends.

Nomin enjoys stargazing, and in fact, believes the Steppe to have some of the most brilliant transitions from day to night. If she ever asks to share a night of stargazing with you while on the Steppe, it's because she wants to share with you one of the most beautiful sights she holds dear.

Outside of that, however, I believe Nomin more prefers tucking in early at night as opposed to having a late start on her morning. Especially when she becomes a parent, not that she has too much choice in when she's awake and when she's asleep until a certain point in the children's lives, haha.

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happy blorbo blursday lmao. would you like to ramble about Wynwallow?

Happy blorbo blursday! Yes please! Let's talk about Wynwallow Bragg!

Wynwallow was born to a lute string maker and his wife, and spent his early years pretty happy. They weren't wealthy, but they were comfortable for the most part. Then his dad got sick, he couldn't work, and he ended up taking his own life. With his mother's income not being enough to support them, Wynwallow took his father's old lute and began to busk for extra money.

He was only a child, but he was still arrested several times for begging before one of the local tavern keepers took pity on him and offered him a place to perform in his tavern. It was still busking, he earned no wage, only what the patrons were willing to throw his way, but it was warm and dry, and he soon earnt a reputation for himself as a novelty act "child bard".

As he got older people stopped taking interest in his music, and Wynwallow found himself writing songs and plays to sell to the theatres instead. He rarely got more than a few coins for each, which was barely enough to cover the cost of the parchment, but it became a realtively steady income for him and his mother.

Their fortunes turned when his mother remarried, though his stepfather disliked him greatly and saw his attempts at artistry as frivolous and trite. Eventually growing sick of his stepfather, Wynwallow left home to pursue fortune and fame as a playwright. This, of course, did not happen quite as he hoped. He moved to the capital and struggled there for years, barely managing to make enough to keep a roof over his head. His plays and songs had moved from comedic to bawdy to politically scathing. The bawdy plays were what really made him his money, but his passion lay in the farcical political plays he wrote, radicalised by his years in poverty as a child, and then again as an adult.

Now, that's the set up, but who is Wynwallow really?

He's a guy who learnt to lie and perform from a young age. He's a guy who can put on a mask and play pretend with ease, but who isn't comfortable with honesty. He's a guy who knows self-preservation above all. He's a guy who has been abandoned and let down and knows that no one will look out for him but him. He's a passionate guy, but his principles waver in the face of danger and insecurity. He is a lover not a fighter, he cannot take a punch, but he is resilient. He is a wuss but more often than not he doesn't back down, he just does it scared. He didn't always have a soft life, but he likes soft things.

One day I will make a bunch of memes about this guy, but he's a 10/10 fella, I swear!