#at a stupid little cat for doing so. and like. imagine having to come collect somebody's soul eight times i'd be a little cranky as well ng

[sobeksewerrat]

To be completely fair, if i was the literal embodiment of Death and a cat in a big hat and boots told me that they "laugh in the face of death" i would probably want to end its life early too.

[lost-in-fandoms]

I really loved your angry kitten knight Max AU, and was hoping there was some more you managed to write at all? :)

hello!!! oh i'm so happy you love him! to be honest there's this thing I've been turning around in my head, but it wasn't written. until now i guess.

cw: mentions of blood and injury (does it count like animal injury if it's shifter max? max gets hurt but daniel takes care of him!). This is still soft, but just be careful of that <3 part 1 and part 2 (now with a shiny new tag to collect them all under #kitten knight max au)

Daniel wakes up to the sound of something thumping softly against his door.

It's not loud, but there's something peculiar about it, enough to make his instincts wake him up. For a second, he lays very still, straining his ears, wondering if he had imagined it, until the sound comes again. A soft thump, then something that is almost scratching, then another thump.

Daniel gets up quietly, grabbing the hunting knife he keeps hanging next to his cloak, approaching the door. The sound starts again, no real pattern to it.

Daniel steadies his hand and then opens the door.

For a second, he thinks nothing is there. The dark corridor of the barracks is empty, the flickering light of the lantern near the stairs throwing long shivery shadows that don't quite reach his door, but before he has to wonder if he is dreaming after all, a soft huff makes him look down.

Near his feet there is a small kitten, looking up at him with bright blue eyes.

Daniel lets the hand holding the knife drop as he feels himself smile.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, not even annoyed at being woken up anymore.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, starting to crouch down. It's unusual for Max to be wandering around here in his other form, especially when it's the middle of the night and he is not on watch, at least to Daniel's knowledge, but it's not an unwanted surprise. Maybe Max just wanted cuddles, something he still hesitant to ask for in his human form.

And then he is on one knee, his eyes now used to the dim lighting, and he realises two things.

One, Max is not standing up, and two, there's blood on the floor.

"Shit, Maxy, are you hurt?" Daniel's heart is suddenly beating much faster as he abandons his knife on the floor and reaches for Max, fingers hovering over him without knowing where it would be safe to touch.

He's never seen Max hurt in his cat form before. He's seen Max bleed, he's seen Max dirty and bruised, he's seen Max with a bandaged sprained wrist, but it's different when he's like this. It's different when he looks like a baby kitten, not a grown man, and Daniel can't tell how bad it is.

"Can I pick you up?" he asks, wanting to take him inside, wanting to keep him safe, wanting to fix, fix, fix. His breath keeps getting caught in his chest.

Max blinks at him, his eyes not fully opening again, nodding his little head, and Daniel scoops him up carefully, trying to not jostle him too much. Max still lets out a thin, pained hiss, and Daniel shushes him softly, apologizing as he grabs his knife, takes him inside and finally closes the door.

He grabs his cloak from where it's hanging, placing it on his small desk and putting Max down on top of it, rushing to turn his oil lamp on, eager to assess the damage.

When he turns back around, Max is snuggling into the folds of the cloak, eyes closed, one of his front paws kneading the fabric already, self-soothing.

With the light now on, Daniel can see how he's holding his other front paw awkwardly, leaning towards his other side. He doesn't know how to approach this. A wounded person he knows how to help, but this? He doesn't know anything about cats, other than what he's learned from Max, which seems like not much at all at the moment.

"Can you shift back?" he asks, knowing it's a stupid question right away. If Max could turn back, he would probably have done so already, instead of having to scratch at his door to be let in.

Max opens one eye again, glaring at him. Fair enough.

"Is it your...paw?" He doesn't know if it's rude to call it a paw. Should he still be calling it an arm? His knowledge of everything Max feels suddenly very unsatisfactory, something he is not used to.

Max meows slightly, just a tiny little sound, then moves to expose his belly.

There, under the fur matted with blood, Daniel can see a long scratch, extending almost for the whole length of his right side.

"Shit, Maxy," Daniel hisses, coming closer again. "did this happen in your human form?"

He doesn't know if it matters, but a cut like that doesn't look accidental, and he can't imagine how a kitten would have been able to get it. Max nods at him, then closes his eyes again.

"Okay." Daniel takes a deep breath, then another.

Sure, Max is a cat now, but it can't be that different from helping a human, right?

"I'm going to clean it, now, alright?"

Max doesn't respond, but he stays where he is, pink nose buried in Daniel's cloak and cut exposed, so Daniel takes that as permission enough.

In the end, it's not as bad as it seemed. It's a long cut, but it's not deep, and it's already stopped bleeding for the most part. It turns out to be lucky too that Max is so tiny, because Daniel has a very limited amount of bandages in his room, and he doesn't feel like going to find more. As it is though, they're just enough to safely wrap the wound up after applying some salve on it. Max keeps still and quiet the whole time, as stoic as a kitten as he would have been as a human, something so incredibly Max about his scrunched up face that it almost makes Daniel tear up.

"There you go, baby, is it better?" he asks when he's done, washing his hands in his little basin. His cloak is ruined, but he doesn't care about that, not when Max looks much more relaxed, tired eyes struggling to open again to look at him. He's been chewing on Daniel's cloak since the moment Daniel had started cleaning him, a mix of self-soothing and pain relief, but he lets it go now to meow at him, a yes and a thank you mixed in one.

"Can I do anything else to help?" Now that he's not using his hands anymore, Daniel feels uncertain again, feels like anything he's doing is insufficient. He wants to know how this happened, wants to know who did it, but knows it would be useless to ask when Max can't speak.

Max doesn't answer, but instead tries to push himself to a standing position, because he's obviously a screaming maniac even when he's a kitten.

"Fuck, don't do that!" Daniel exclaims, probably too loud for the middle of the night, reaching forward to scoop Max up before he can hurt himself further.

"You are insane, I just finished fixing you up!" he scolds.

His irritation doesn't last two seconds though, as Max pushes into his chest, purring weakly.

Sometimes it hits Daniel like a punch, how much he loves him.

"Fine, you're cute," he grumbles, knowing the term will make Max hiss at him, which he does, albeit half-heartedly. "Sleep?"

In bed, he helps Max to his usual position, curled up next to his collarbone, trying to be mindful of his hurt side, petting the soft fur between his ears with one finger.

"You scared me," he whispers in the newfound darkness. Max's purring pauses for a moment as he pushes his nose harder against Daniel's neck in apology, before resuming with even more vigor.

I love you, Daniel thinks, not wanting to say it loud when Max can't say it back.

He hopes Max will be able to turn back after he's rested, even if they'll have to figure out the bandages situation again then, otherwise it will be hard to explain the absence of the Captain without exposing his secret. He hopes Max will feel better in the morning, his blue eyes not quite as hazy. He hopes he did the correct things, helped him right.

He feels the moment Max falls asleep, his purring petering out, his little body going lax, and he moves his head slightly to press his cheek against warm fur.

He stays awake for the rest of the night, counting Max's steady breaths.

[incenseandturpentine]

Headcanons (Adam Faulkner-Stanheight)

I've always loved reading different headcanons for characters that people come up with, some of which I agree with and others not particularly, but it's still fun. It's probably going to be a little bit until I can get an actual fic finished, so in the meantime, I wanted to share some of my personal headcanons for Adam. Maybe some people will like, others maybe not so much, but that's the fun of it!

These are all safe for work and just a form of character study and ideas in my head. ♥️

If Adam were to survive and escape the bathroom trap, with only a broken hacksaw at his side and his chain's key washed down the drain, Adam has to resort to breaking his foot with the remaining half of the toilet tank lid. Because of this, he walks with a limp and has residual pain in his ankle if he stands or walks on it for too long.

After escaping the bathroom trap, Adam finds solace in volunteering at his local animal shelter. I personally imagine a cat rescue, but I think that he has a deep care in his heart for all animals, so any will do.

I imagine Adam being very "into" 90s industrial/industrial metal, since we see certain artists like Psychopomps and Front Line Assembly on the soundtrack. I also imagine some flavors of metal, but I also think he has an affinity for 90s hip-hop mixed in there too. Particularly, with his apartment described as having protest signs plastered on the walls (and a massive "Free Huey!" campaign poster pictured in the 2004 film calling back to the movement to free Huey P. Newton of the Black Panther Party), I think he would take a liking to artists such as: Brand Nubian, KRS-One, Public Enemy, Geto Boys, etcetera. I've always said that industrial and hip-hop are "sister genres" of sorts, being both sample heavy and founded, nurtured, and grown by historically marginalized groups, so I think they go hand-in-hand and he would have a pretty expansive knowledge on both sounds!

After the bathroom trap, I can't really envision Adam going back to photographing people for money, if at all possible, since that was part of the reason he was chosen in the first place. If possible, I think he would try to find different ways to make end's meet. I do think he would stay in some realm of photography, perhaps photographing the rich music scenes' local DIY shows for magazines, artists, and selling prints at different events or maybe at local coffee shops.

I think that Adam feels a sort of drive to work towards his veterinary career after the incident. I think he gets a renewed interest in not completely throwing his life away and instead starting to slowly work towards a goal. Though it does seem like a pipe dream because of cost and academic performance, he slowly wants to work towards at least being a veterinary tech or assistant. He just wants to help and work with animals for a career, if he's ever able to.

Adam isn't stupid or listless; he is passionate about topics and subjects that he's interested in. I imagine him to be well-read (on his own time) in subjects like politics, history, and the principles and elements of art and design. He is driven in the things he cares about and hungry for knowledge underneath his apathetic exterior. I imagine him to have a pretty expansive collection of nonfiction books and gonzo surrealist and existential authors such as Burroughs, Kafka, Sartre, Hunter S. Thompson, and Rimbaud. He loves to read any and everything so long as it's "just fucking weird or interesting." He just won't bring it up unless someone close to him does first.

His apathy and anger come from the frustration with a capitalistic social system designed to hurt and disenfranchise people that aren't part of the "in" group. I think, if he learns to turn that anger into action instead of festering in it, he would be involved in some form of grassroots organizations and movements working to improve the material conditions of the people in his social scene and beyond. He's very hands-on and wants to see some form of change in his lifetime, no matter how small.

I think he is having an extremely hard time grappling with the fact that he took a life, even in a moment and act of desperation.

Big fan of illegally downloading music on his slow-ass off-white bowling ball weight desktop computer.

[nevermorgue]

I'm genuinely *so* obsessed with your blogs and I am even more obsessed with pluke, therefore I will share some of my modern au pluke headcanons :) (+a little Lenore mention)

—Pluto always has painted nails because it stops him from biting them, Duke paints his and he paints Duke's just for funsies.

—They have very random inside jokes that could mean literally anything and whenever someone asks about them they reply "You'd have to have been there."

—Pluto has piles among piles of gloves with different patterns and designs, he himself doesn't know where they all came from but he still wears them.

—Duke has little month-long obsessions with shows, films, games, etc and Pluto just has to sit through all of his aimless ramblings about them.

—Pluto has zero body-mind coordination and Duke always laughs at him whenever he tries to do something and fails miserably, Pluto then mentions something really embarrassing Duke did ages ago to shut him up.

—They unintentionally share everything. They'll share silly things like toothpaste, socks, jackets, etc and not notice for weeks because it just looks right on the other (unless it's something new, which they'll point out but not really do anything).

—Pluto has had the same hair straightener for years, it is hanging on for dear life but he doesn't want to get rid of it because he's too attached to it.

—They play minecraft together and hit eachother whenever they say something stupid. Duke goes into the caves and gets blocks while Pluto builds their base and gets resources. Duke insists on getting a million dogs while Pluto wants a million cats.

—Pluto goes through multiple eyeliners a year, collecting the empty tubes in a little box that he keeps under his bed.

—They have separate bedrooms, but they always sleep in one room together like a sleepover. Duke always scares the life out of Pluto whenever its dark enough and Pluto just shines his phone light at him.

I could genuinely go on and on about them, but I shall spare you from reading all of my silly little thoughts

HELLO ANON THANK YOU. for liking my dumb stuff and for the pluke. todays been hell. i need some pluke today. and i love your hcs. allow me to add onto them …

- i love their minecraft nonsense. while pluto is out of the house duke will make all of his dogs sit on plutos bed and chests. then he comes back and he just hears the chorus of barking and he’s like “duke get them OUT”

- pluto eyeliner is SOOOO REAL. duke does dramatic ass wings and on occasion convinces pluto to let him do one on him to see what it looks like

- when pluto doesn’t straighten his hair he has little waves. please. imagine little wavy hair pluto.

- pluto will read the wikipedia pages of the random shit dukes into every month so he can seem interested

- pluto can be so clumsy. having only one eye and no depth perception can be tough. all he’s good at is balance. like in canon. duke jokes that all he can do is land on his feet like a cat and then clumsily does everything else.

- he will trip on his feet on flat ground. duke catches him by the armpits though

- THE GLOVES. LITERALLY i said duke always buys hoodies that remind him of pluto. imagine he does this with gloves too. i’m so.

- they can never tell when pluto is wearing dukes stuff bc pluto always wears oversized stuff anyway. gay people.

- obsessed with all of these. thank you .

[kerubimcrepin]

Live-Read: The Remington Comic [PART 2]

TOME 11

We go, we steal, we leave… I don't want any trouble, Remington, got it? Wohaa, as if… I'm telling you, we steal Beating Heart and that's it.

The way Luis is drawn in this comic is so cute, sorry...

Very intrigued by the books standing on top of a flowerpot standing on top of a stool, the random kettle on the floor, a blanket half-covering an unidentified fucking object, more books, and what seems to be a bell, or a bottle, standing on the floor.

Kerubim and Atcham seem to have been away for A While. And Joris doesn't like to clean.

Make less noise when you walk. If we wake the guy up, meow to make him think a cat got into the home. Uh uh.

This idea is so stupid for so many reasons, both ones Remington and Grany should know, and ones known only to us... It's kind of admirable.

Also I still can't get over how fucking messy Joris is. Either it's his depression, his ADHD, or Kerubim's Upbringing that made him that way. Man...

Anyway,

Do you remember where it was stored? Don't worry. Here it is!

THE RANDOM ELEPHANT FIGURES?? I bet they're Keke's... Also, once again, many, many books left everywhere. He's insane.

Come here, you. What was that? No idea… You must have moved something that fell.

While I wish it was Luis, it's actually an unrelated monster under Bonta that will be a big problem in the next issue of the comic.

Come on��� let's go! Yes… that was indeed the talking bow meow… who was transformed by a certain Ush.

The way he's talking about them here is so science-y. As if whether they would come or not was like an experiment to him. It's so funny.

Also, Pupuce!!!!! My beloved Pupuce. <3

My instincts tell me to go hang out in the slums for a while. If only he could stay there...

LMAOOO.

Once again, I am grateful that Ush's weird and creepy relationship with cats (albeit... sentient cats, at least) was retconned into a more positive one in season 4 of Wakfu. I still think it's fucking weird, but it certainly makes him funnier as a character.

Ush hates Bump, and it's really like... "my noble sentient catfucking (while i myself shapeshift into a cat) vs. your creepy and barbarous panty collecting."

Hello, you may call me Joris, I would like to meet the noble Ush in order to ask him a few questions about a rogue and a bow meow that... Master does not accept visitors. ??

THIS IS SO FUNNY. THE WAY HE INTRODUCED HIMSELF?? The way this guy closed the door. God...

Also, his cunty little hand on chest thing.... I CAN'T.

Mhh, very well… Let's see. Mhm... If anyone knows where the beating heart is, then that person is here. YYAAAAHH!

LITTLE GUY!!!!!!!!!!?? YOU SWAG TOO HARD. I CAN'T DO THIS AYMORE. His pure and beautiful whimsy... He's so happy to be running... Like a gazelle.

YAAH AH AH!! Anyone? And who're you? We're prisoners… Get us out of here, I beg you. D'you know a rogue and his bow meow brother?

Y'know, this page does haunt me a little. Because he's so, so informal here — and kind of insane too. HE BRINGS OVER A STOOL TO TALK TO TWO PEOPLE ACTIVELY BLEEDING OUT, JUST TO TALK TO THEM WHILE MAKING EYE CONTACT. After that, no vous/vous for them, and when they ask for help, he's like "yeah no, first tell me — do you know that guy who wronged me?"

I'm obsessed with him.

Do I know them? Of course, I know them. You could even say I'm here because of them. They talked about Ush, that's why I came. You get us out of here, and we'll help you find them. Oki-doki... cross my heart! But you'll have to find the key to open it. A key? To close things it might be necessary, yes, but not to open. You're small but mighty, I say!

While I think Joris is a good person and would have helped them even if they knew nothing, I do think that asking about Remington before he freed them was a way of subtly suggesting they help him in return.

Love the way he says "oki-doki"... this 600yo man and his multitudes...

Also, Joris can bend metal. Now imagine him chained up and just... casually breaking the chains, once he's done pretending to be trapped. No wonder Ush needed dragon slobber to restrain him.

He's a bit shaken up, but he should be fine… Stop that… I'm going to puke.

Beautiful.

This reaction Ush has to this huge-ass thing goes out to the Ush fans among my readers.

[iamktb206]

Tulips

by Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.

Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly

As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with these explosions.

I have given my name and day-clothes up to the nurses

And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff

Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.

Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.

The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,

They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,

Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,

So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend to it as water

Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.

They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.

Now I have lost myself I am am sick of baggage—

My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,

My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;

Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat

Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.

They have swabbed me clear of my living associations.

Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley

I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linens, my books

Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.

I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted

To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.

How free it is, you have no idea how free—

The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,

And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.

It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them

Shutting their mouths in it, like a Communion tablet.

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.

Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe

Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.

Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.

They are subtle: they seem to float, though they weigh me down,

Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,

A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.

The tulips turn to me. And the window behind me

Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly things,

And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow

Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,

And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.

The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,

Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.

Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.

Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river

Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.

They concentrate my attention, that was happy

Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;

They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes

Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,

And comes from a country far away as health.

[misc-obeyme]

And when Barbatos does get his full power back? I can only imagine he continues to be a butler (at least part-time!) bc he actually kinda enjoys it. Something about the idea of “Deities Serving Their People Helps Grow Their Power And Secure Their Immortality” is a cool idea to me.

Fixing up the town does raise the question, why don’t the royals just pay for it? But I think it’s simply the matter of “Dad doesn’t like my idea and won’t financially support me or my friends, so I’m on my own money-wise”? Which I’m sure Dia is okay with that because it just means it’s going to bring people together to work towards a common goal!

Levi confirmed hardest marriage candidate lol! I know in some farm sims there are second towns, or import shops. And you know how in stardew, part of the bedroom changes to accommodate for the spouse’s interests? Maybe a special marriage requirement for Levi is Internet Connection. Which in real life, it’s difficult to get any signal out in rural areas. If I were forced to live in a rural area, I’d probably marry the person with the strongest wifi too skdjfnjinvsd /hj

Maybe to accommodate for lack of gifts, you could also ask your chosen bachelor/ette to hang out, or you could go on certain quests for them? Many Farm Sims, in my experience, don’t explore other love languages beyond Gift Giving, and I don’t think I’ve seen a mechanic like “Quality Time” outside of cutscenes. They could be like multiple-choice events. It could help with characters like Levi and Satan, who you could take to the “local pub/community hall’s arcade corner” or “the huge library in the next town over”. As for quests, one example comes to mind like, Belphie wants sushi for dinner, but this farming town doesn’t have anything fancy like that, so you have to create three or five different sushi dishes, three of each, for the whole family. Everyone gets two hearts, but Belphie will get like five hearts or smth like that. OR! Not just building a library/museum for the town but also filling it up with books and mining artifacts, and it keeps building on Satan’s hearts! Or doing favours for the Little D’s so they can magically fix up the arcade corner of the pub/community hall. Just to toss out a few examples!

I like feathers! Or maybe the token can be something personalized that you can’t just buy or craft normally? Or MAYBE the marriage token could be like… A magic golden apple? In the OG game there’s a significance behind apples, especially between Diavolo and Lucifer (spoilers I won’t get into for everyone’s sakes)! A magic golden apple could be small enough to make into a necklace pendant, and will never rot (probably inedible anyway lol). It could be anything really.

Also I don’t see any issue with keeping the demon/angel elements. They could still be mixed into the game. I can see pacts turning into benefits, like a pact with Asmo can help you charm animals or collect hearts faster, or a pact with Mammon can bring more wealth for your crops! Maybe a full 10-heart friendship with Luke could give you the ability to heal your animals of illness! Though things like that could be less magical if most characters were human, which I also don’t see a problem with. Like maybe a Max Friendship with Satan could unlock a Barn Cat minigame where you can catch rodents and stave off the need to repair animal stables, or Max Friendship with Levi makes the fishing minigame ten-times easier, or unlocks a Charmed Golden Fishrod.

I have no experience in game development, but I would definitely make a fangame free for everyone to play if I could! I might just draw some concepts for funsies tho!

Okay, I love all of this!

Barbatos getting more powerful just by helping his people out? Yes forever.

And I think the family disapproval thing is a theme in some of the games, too. Like in Trio of Towns, the MC has to prove to their dad that they can even be a farmer to begin with and they have to do all these stupid checklists for him. So I could easily see it being like Dia's dad doesn't approve, so you're on your own, but together we can prove that it's doable!

Okay I love all the ideas you have about marriage candidates and gifts and such. Because I personally have never played a game where the only way to get them to love you was gift giving and festival participation. And the emphasis has always been most on gift giving. I love the idea of there being like specific quests or other such things that somehow incorporate the person's interests. Someone get Levi that internet connection!

Oh I like the apple! It really could be so many different things lol!

And yeah I was initially thinking the pacts in place of the marriage token, but I much prefer that like once you get to full hearts, you can make a pact with the demons. And then for all the characters, these different things give you different perks! I loooove that!

I also have zero game development experience, all of my knowledge comes only from playing games lol! I'd love to see any drawings you do, though!

[ridiasfangirlings]

I need stardew valley "AU" misaru where they have a little farm, cats, cows and chickens and a child. Sleeping in the same bed and all the fluffy things it is possible to do. And sharing a farm ofc.

Aw, like imagine cozy little farm Misaru, very slow and sedate and Fushimi complains about farm work being all stupid and messy and hot. Like imagine the two of them living in this small farming village, Yata grew up on his family’s small farm but decided to strike out on his own to make things easier for his family, since it was hard to provide for all five of them on their tiny farm. Yata saves up money to buy a little plot of land in another village and starts planting, selling his crops at the market and buying some livestock. He also meets cranky apple merchant Fushimi, who ran away from his family and who happens to live on the plot of land next to Yata with a bunch of fruit trees. Fushimi hates farming and does the bare minimum to keep his farm in shape, selling fruit and scowling at anyone who comes near his fruit. Yata thinks that guy is super annoying but his fruit is pretty good actually (and one day a prickly cat shows up at Yata’s farm and becomes Yata’s new barn cat, he names it Saruhiko).

Maybe at some point Yata is having an issue with his crops and Fushimi ends up helping him, it turns out even though he hates physical work Fushimi knows a lot about what kind of dirt is best for crops and the best way to water and plant your seeds, basically lots of technical knowledge. In return Yata helps clean up Fushimi’s farm a little and assist with the harvesting, imagine them sitting together afterward like throwing blueberries at each other and getting all messy. At this point Yata decides that Saruhiko is really cool and eventually the two of them decide to combine their farms into one, you know, for convenience, not like they’re married or anything (all the people of the town assume they’ve gotten married).

They build a little house in the middle of their land (well, Yata does a lot of the building, Fushimi supervises) and imagine them sharing a bed together, this big soft bed filled with feathers gathered up from all their chickens. Fushimi complains he’s allergic but he actually really likes how soft and comfy it is, and of course he likes being next to Misaki the most. Yata’s probably the one who gets up super early in the morning to collect eggs from the chickens and feed the animals, Fushimi shows up later all cranky and tired to check on the crops. Yata goes back to the house to make a fresh breakfast so it’ll be ready by the time Fushimi’s done doing his rounds, imagine on hot days Fushimi has a big sun hat and Yata makes sure he brings enough water and comes inside if it’s too warm. Somehow even though Fushimi complains about all the livestock all the animals love him best, when he walks by the cow pasture they all come running over mooing, Yata has Fushimi shear the sheep because they’ll all come right to him and want to get in his lap (the only animal who likes Yata best is the barn cat Saruhiko, though their second barn cat Misaki is more attached to Fushimi). It’s a lot of work but secretly even Fushimi doesn’t mind that much, as long as they have each other. 

[kazuyummy]

Hi, Ani!! I was a bit nervous about requesting. I wasn't sure if it's still open if not please ignore this

Can I request for your event Daiya no A, please?

Matchup: intuitive, sarcastic, cool, apathetic

Drabble: 🍊-imagine I'd like my character to feel jealous about the attention I give to someone else but can't do anything cause he hadn't confessed yet.

ok so believe me when i tried to match you up with literally anyone BUT the beautiful man in your profile pic... but i honestly couldn't. and i hope this all explains why, hehe ❤️

SANADA SHUNPEI loves trying to get under that calm, seemingly unbreakable exterior. he's easygoing and won't be discouraged by any initial attempts to brush him off, in fact, seeing it as a challenge. he enjoys your quick, sarcastic quips, even if they're directed at him - just another step in figuring you out and what makes you tick. make no mistake, though - he genuinely cares about you and appreciates your talents and the way you think. his warm, magnetic personality compliments your more indifferent first impression in the best ways (like the kinds of couples where one is like a dog and the other is like a cat). i can see you in a bit of a rivals to lovers situation, and even after getting together, having that same banter in your relationship - truly never a dull moment!

jealousy drabble under the cut 😈

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❀ THE GAMES WE PLAY

after WEEKS of sanada bothering you to come out to watch one of his games, you finally make your way into the stands

so why on earth, after defeating seido and putting on a god-tier pitching performance, are you talking to one of them and not him?!

he'd even made eye contact with you a couple times before batting and getting on the mound, your smirk just oozing "go on, show me what you got. impress me" vibes - and he had done just that! or so he thought...

out of all people - it's that stupid lead-off runner who managed to get three hits off of him. on instinct, he marches right over as you're laughing at something he's said

you don't notice until you feel something draped over your shoulders and look down to see the fabric's familiar pinstripes - his jersey. the girls in his fanclub must be seething

"hey, good game, man," he nods to kuramochi, his smile forced before turning to you, "and thank you for being my good luck charm today"

"uh, shunpei, wh-"

"oh, are you two...?"

you both turn to kuramochi, and you wave your hands frantically,

"oh, no, no! nothing like that!"

"ah, ok - well here's my number, as promised"

he gives you a quick side-hug before making his way back to his team. once he's a safe distance away, sanada grumbles,

"c'mon, you're gonna go for him?"

"i didn't say i was, shunpei."

"then why'd you literally make heart eyes at him? and giggle like a little school girl?"

you scoff, exasperated at your close friend's outburst.

"you're imagining things. first, he's not my type. second, i hadn't seen him since elementary school, which i would've explained to you if you hadn't so kindly interrupted us!"

you sigh. sometimes this boy could be so much... but you're getting a sense as to why he's doing it. the protectiveness, the scrutiny over guys you talk to... you want to deny those reasons as well as the thought that it's honestly a bit... cute

"buuuut... you did play really well today"

he's on your heels, continuing down the path away from the diamond. he's clearly sheepish about being called out, but you just know he's soaking up your praise

you stop when you meet your reflection in the window,

"hmm, this jersey actually looks pretty good on me"

you turn around, flicking sanada the nose and not even looking back once to see the smitten smirk painting his face,

"and jealousy looks pretty good on you, shunpei"

ok so i was going to make it completely angst but like... the boy's head over heels for you so i just know your intuition has lead you to pick up on it now and play with him a little 😜 i just get the vibe that like... you're calm and collected kind of cool, and he's a charming and engaging kind of cool but... i also know you can be huge dorks around each other!!! like how could i NOT match you up w him lmaoo. and that he'll get his revenge and get you flustered hehe... hope you enjoyed 🥰

anyone can request a matchup here 💫

[sparrowmoss]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers (i got this, your turn now)

gettig an ask on tumblr in 2024 is crazyyyy but hiiii okay ill do it okay yes uhhh

almost everyrhing space related has always been a great source of intrigue for me. thats why i love movies and tv that deal with space stuff aas well as real life astronomy stuff. im not that smart so really technical stuff about how it works goes over my head but ill never get tired of the awe i feel when i look at a super hd photo of the landscape of mars or clouds in a nebula or the way galaxies can spin stars into different shapes or just... knowing this shit has all been spinning for more years than we can even actually comprehend and is doing things beyond our imagination. crazy. absolutely crazy bro

colors in art. it can be anything. weird bright abstract art, glaze mixing on ceramics, multicolored yarn, idc. i love it all. i spend so much time thinking about colors

my cats!!!!!! sometimes overwhelmed by how much attention they need now being switched to indoors only but apollo is so cute and polite and sweet and stupid as a rock i love him. zuko is so smart and mischievous and its a pain but its so interesting to see what is interesting to him. he watched my brother take apart a VCR for almost 2 hours last week and was absolutely fascinated by it. wild stuff. i never get tired of these little guys

growing flowers. i mostly focus on pansies these past few years and maybe this is a strange thing to list but i guess it ties with the colors thing, i love having my little rainbow garden and collecting the seeds and planting them the next year and seeing what new color patterns come up from whatever crossed from the past year

panera bread restaurant squash soup

[cherokeegal1975]

Dragoness and Mare Video Game Idea

I know I already posted this, but I thought it would be fun to give a more detailed explanation of my idea. I don't have any hopes of anyone actually taking interest in it as far as actually creating it, but I'd welcome your thoughts on it instead. As for myself, I have a strong interest in video games, but I don't have the knowledge or resources to create one myself. Don't have the money to buy them either. I learn about them from watching play throughs on YouTube. I'm also well aware that game developers do not like outside ideas. It was a fun thing to do at the time. Anyway, here's my concept and the little article I wrote about it on DeviantART below:

   I created a fake game play screen shot.  I can take credit for the horse and the dragon, both the full characters and the heads, but nothing else.  The rest I found online and made use of them like stickers.  I did add the text though.  Call me lazy if you will, but I just wanted to focus on drawing my characters and sharing my concept.  The game itself will never be made, I don't even know how to do such a thing, much less have the funds to buy the programs to make them.   The closest I can come is do a kind of writing game where I say "This thing is happening, if you choose to go left, click the #1 link, if you choose to go right choose the #2 link and keep reading."  I don't see myself doing that anytime soon...if at all.  It's an idea though.     Both the horse and the dragon are based on small plastic toys that I had as a child.  The drawings look a lot better than the original toys I lost so long ago.  Anyway, the basic game idea is that it's a story based, open world, lots of side quests, puzzles, useful collectibles, possibly a bit of a sandbox thing going on in it, with more than one possible ending.  Both animals can talk, both have abilities that compliment the other.  The main focus will be on content and though it doesn't have to be G-rated, it should not be focused mainly on violence or sexual themes.     So what do you think?  I know this isn't the most action packed scene in a game I've ever seen, but use your imagination, this is only one set in a huge world map.  I haven't thought too much on the story plot or anything, only the basic concepts of what I've learned from watching game playthroughs on YouTube.  I gradually learned what kinds of games I like and this one has everything I find fun and appealing in a video game...or so I imagine.     So, tell me what you think of my idea.  I really want to know.

    Update:   (This a journal entry from a few weeks ago, I've already figured out their names and I only added this on to help fill in some detail just in case someone actually wants to take my idea seriously...which I still know is about zero.) I know why a game developer wouldn't want to take my ideas and collaborate with me, they got too many of their own already and want nothing to do with outside help.  It's a shame too, I've got some good ones and just occurred to me that my pink dragon (I can't figure out a name and Rosie won't do because I've got a cat named Rosie here and I don't like to have more than one animal named the same thing even though my dragon isn't real.  Anyone have any suggestions?  Her name was Pink-yellow-blue, but that's the stupid name my child self came up with and I've long since outgrown it.) might make a great avatar for a roll playing game in an open world kind of game.   Her abilities are human speech and intelligence, omnivorous, fire breathing, excellent senses of sight, smell and hearing. Very good at digging, powerful jumps, her tail is as prehensile as a monkey's so she can carry objects with it or help her to hang on to things like tree branches.  Her scales make her tough and fire resistant, excellent climbing capabilities, a really good swimmer and her fore feet work like hands.  She can also stand up and walk for short distances on her hind legs so she can use those hands.  She's the size of a large dog, so that means she can go into smaller places the bigger species of dragons can't.  Her only disadvantage is her lack of wings since her kind never had them in the first place.  Also, males have two small horns on their noses and her kind comes in all colors and patterns, so if they show up in the game, no two would look alike.  Her best friend is a black horse with four white socks, a white mark that starts on her forehead and runs all the way down her nose, a white mane and a white tail and silver eyes, who is just a sweet an intelligent horse in spite of her unusual coloring.  (Haven't drawn the horse yet, but I will.  I had almost forgotten that horse.  It's gone too, lost it long before I lost the dragon).  My character's home environment is an enchanted forest full of giant sentient trees that can change themselves to make hollows in their bases the dragons can use as homes.  The trees can also create mischief for the unwary traveler who disrespects them by shifting positions in such a way that the movement is never seen.  This movement can create false paths and get people hopelessly lost if they aren't careful.  This tendency can also aid my character in finding places if she asks them nicely to help her and most likely they will because their relationship with the tree dragons is a friendly one.   Maybe one of the game goals is to have my dragon go on an adventure to rescue her horse friend?  The game could have puzzles included as well as helpful companions that could come along as the game progresses.  I would like the game to have the best graphics.  I did downplay the details on my dragon a bit because I wanted to hurry up and finish her.  I've been doing a lot of dragons lately and I've gotten tired of drawing more scales than I can count.  So, I just did contours instead and only suggested that she's a scaled dragon.  She's got little lizard like scales except for the ones on her underside and I would love it if that would show up in the game whenever the camera got close enough to see them.   Well, anyway, I am aware that my chances of collaborating a gamer are slim to none, I'm still willing to try to put the suggestion out there just in case someone would take me up on my idea.  This dragon would do great as an avatar.  Not sure of the full plot, but those details could be worked out later by the developer. Also, I think the game controls should have the option to be made to work with a mouse so people on a tight budget don't have to buy a game controller so they can play the game on a laptop.

[celestialseph]

september fic recs!

hi hi hi! this is my first fic rec list, and i am so excited to share it with you all! here's my little collection of my favorite fics/imagines/things that won't leave my head at the moment, enjoy!

*my blog is 18+, and so are most of these stories, minors, shoo*

eddie munson

worlds apart by @munsons-maiden - a heartbreaking, yet still fluffy au where you're a victim of the mind flayer, and it's sole survivor during starcourt. eddie's path crosses with yours, and you fall head over heels, but vecna has other plans. you have to put your fears aside to save eddie from jason and his crew, all while trying to fight vecna's grip on you. (i cannot recommend this series enough. it had me crying, laughing, and kicking my feet like a kid in love. a must-read eddie fic!)

days of the week by @munson-trashcan - a series where you and eddie are enemies.... who like to take to take your hate out on each other.... by fucking each other. (this series is phenomenal! the twists may have broken me, but i would pay anything to be able to read it all again for the first time.)

pile of polaroids by @creme-bruhlee - series summary: eddie gets a great idea to take pictures while he fucks you, and you can't say no to an offer like that. (i've read this upwards of ten times and i am not ashamed, it's that good.)

encore, ring, and star by @mypoisonedvine - a trilogy where you're a rockstar, eddie's a groupie, and (sexual) chaos ensues. (this is one of my favorites aus of all time, and i ate this shit up like i hadn't eaten in ten years. highly, highly recommend.)

love letters by @creme-bruhlee - series summary: after you receive a series of anonymous love letters, eddie has a confession to make that might make or break your whole friendship. (SO cute. i want to squeeze eddie's cheeks in this and kiss him until he can't breathe.)

you made me hate this city by @marvelsswansong - series summary: It was just a stupid bet. A way to prove Jason and his asshole friends wrong, to finally get under the blonde’s skin. It was never supposed to end with Eddie falling in love, nor with him laying on your doorstep with bruised knees, begging for your forgiveness. (adorable, heartbreaking, funny, everything you could want. it'll break your heart, but put it right back together in the end.)

the price of a kiss by @spiderrrling - summary: You start trading Eddie little nick knacks for kisses. (the definition of tooth-rotting fluff if i've ever seen it. seriously the cutest thing ever.)

dealer's choice and double down by @ohcaptains - your dealer’s always been a bit sweet on you – giving you deals and letting you try out new shit. he even lets you make house calls! and pick the music, and sit on his lap…and… 

angel face by @sunflowergirl522 - summary: Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend.Eddie takes Dustin to pick up his sister from the airport and is surprised with seeing his long ago best friend. (i cried over how fucking precious this story is. i also now call my cat "angel face" because of it.)

what are friends for by @munson-trashcan - summary: Eddie has always come to you, his best friend, with all of his problems, but his latest one might just wreck your friendship

can i borrow your bed? 1 and 2 by @hard-candy-writing - you just got your first vibrator and are eager to try it out, but your house has thin walls and no privacy. luckily, your best friend eddie has graciously offered his room to you.

made for lovin' you by @xechowritesx - summary: after years of silently pining for your best friend, you finally accept a date at your favorite dive bar. but things never go as planned, do they? alternatively, jealous eddie, too many whiskey shots, and a friendship shattering, almost confession that leads to some delicious smut.

masterlist from @peterthepark - this one's a masterlist link because i don't want to make this post a decade long by listing all of the eddie fics from them! so damn into you and little witch are my top two, but i cannot express enough how good everything is.

masterlist by @indouloureux - same as the last! everything is brilliant and you should read it all.

catholic!reader x eddie munson by @prettyboyeddiemunson - another masterlist link because i can't get enough of these ideas.

steve harrington

sweet peach by @s-brant - summary: An inside joke started by Eddie turns into torment for Steve when his girlfriend, Y/N, joins in on it. On a night out with their friends, his long-buried frustration comes to a head.

curiosity is killing me by @thefreak-thebanished - summary: When sleepovers with your best friend become a ruse for her sneaking her own boyfriends in, it's not your fault that the only other distraction is her brother...

steddie

meddle about by @peterthepark - summary: back home from school, you recount about your time away in college with steve and eddie, leading to a sexual proposition that you never would’ve expected.

no i in threesome 1, 2, 3, and 4 by @corrodedhawkins - a game of truth or dare leads to a secret about you wanting steve too to come out.

wild parts 1, 2, and 3 by @xdirtyx - summary: You and Steve dated before Eddie asked you out and Eddie couldn't help but feel like there was potential for some fun on the horizon. Shenanigans ensue.

perfect penmanship by @carol-munson - prompt: 'What if reader accidentally found eddies book and saw all of the things he wants to do to her and planned for her when steve was gone for that weekend. She would be on edge every time he was near her and she would get a funny feeling in her tummy anytime he so much looked at her. Eddie probably takes notice and does little things to get her reaction.'

imagines/blurbs

steve and eddie fucking you at steve's summer house on spring break 1 and 2 by @sunflowersteves

eddie x chrissy x reader by @poppy-metal

nancy having a pretty pussy by @poppy-metal

love will tear us apart by @unfortunate-brat

scream au by @poppy-metal

chrissy x reader experimenting, perv eddie by @indouloureux

chrissy being a curious best friend by @lovewheeler

perv eddie 1 and 2 by @mypoisonedvine

steve having a massive cock by @eddiebaghetti

eddie x inexperienced reader by @indouloureux

eddie and anal by @mysticmunson

steve being rough for the first time by @indouloureux

dom nancy by @indouloureux

squirting with eddie by @corrodedhawkins

[lovelivingmydreams]

Aw. Virgil really deserves a break after all that mess doesn't he? He looks so cozy! Let's see what has him smiling like that!

After a little while Virgil seemed to have fallen asleep and Roman took the opportunity to check in with the gang, warning them about Virgil’s strange moods while off his medication, and while on them. He promised them he’d try to collect as much information on how to handle him as he could. It was a sign of how far he and Remy had come that the detective didn’t immediately insist Virgil move in with family for the time being if he was so all over the place. Then he got a text from Remus. “Is it safe for others to watch him then? What if he babbles about Prince while he is out of it?” Roman smiled. His brother could be a menace to society. He played limbo with every line of moral conduct on the daily. But he was still his brother and when it mattered he was there for him. He'd been half excited half worried for him ever since he told him that Virgil had figured him out.

He'd caught Remus between his classes and walked with him to deliver the news. “So Virgil learned about my hobby,” he stated. Remus looked at him surprised. “Really? Did you man up and tell him?” he asked. “He beat me to it I’m afraid,” he admitted with a blush. Remus chuckled at that. “So… How is he taking it?” Roman had thought about that for a moment. “I’m not sure. I think he’s still processing. He doesn’t mind that it’s me. He’s a touch embarrassed though,” he explained. Remus cackled at that. “I can imagine. Well… he owes you a zillion times over. So it’s not like he’s gonna tattle… How are you doing?” his brother then asked. Roman sighed. “I’m not sure… I’m processing too. I am glad he knows. I’m just not… I didn’t want it to be like this,” he confessed. “I bet,” Remus nodded in sincere understanding. “I don’t know him as well as you do. But I don’t think scarecrow will be stupid about the whole thing. It’s not like he couldn’t stand one but was close with the other. So there’s no weird conflict going on,” he offered. Roman felt himself relax. “Yeah… You are probably right. Thanks man,” he offered. Remus clapped him on the shoulder. “No problem. And hey now you can use your powers to woo him too,” he pointed out. Roman rolled his eyes and gave him a shove. “Whaaaat? Everyone does it. Why should you be any different?” he pointed out before running of towards his next class.

Roman let his brother know that they’d cross that bridge when they got there. They could write it off as nonsense talk after all. Remus took peace with that. Soon it was time to get dinner started and make sure V was up in time to take his medicine. There were no major issues with loopy V the next few days. Virgil did apparently have no touch days though and Roman learned this by receiving a nasty bite to his hand when he simply wanted to take a blanket that laid nest to Virgil on the backrest of the couch. He informed the chat off Virgil’s no touch days and that he apparently turned into a cat when he was tired or grumpy. On Saturday though he got a special message from the post office. “Virgil, I need to step outside for a minute. I’ll be right back though,” he promised. Virgil huffed displeased. His medication just started working and he was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Roman was versed enough by now to know what to do in this situation though. “Do you want my jacket until I get back?” he asked, though he likely wouldn’t get it back until Virgil was good and done with it, which might not be until tonight. Virgil nodded slowly and held out his hand. Roman shrugged of his varsity jacket and handed it to Virgil. “See you soon,” he promised. He texted the group to let them know that their surprise for Virgil was on the way and to keep an eye out for an update for the bigger community as well. He then sent out a tweet from his Dove account to let the raven fans know they would be streaming today to thank the fans for all their support.

He hadn’t expected for things to move quite this fast, but he was glad they did. Virgil could use something to be happy about. He arrived at the post office and retrieved the delivery. He made his way back home pretty excited by the weight of it all. Good thing he could make himself super strong so the trip back wasn’t too much of a hassle. Virgil was napping when he got home, which was perfect. He quietly went into his room and got his microphone and then got ready to set up a stream. He’d watched Virgil do it before and Virgil had transferred key programs to Roman’s laptop so he had a backup in case his computer abandoned him in his hour of need. Roman had been fine with it since he only ever used his laptop to write and watch video’s anyway so it had the extra space. He set up his laptop as quietly as possible so he’d be only a click away of going live, he sent out an announcement that he was going to check in with how Raven was feeling and then they’d start the stream, just so they’d have something of a crowd to watch them. If Virgil didn’t feel up to it he’d just record and then they could edit and put it online later. But first things first. He walked over to the couch and took a moment to appreciate the sight of Virgil sleeping soundly in his jacket while Nox was napping on his stomach. Roman first gave their fur baby some skritches, prompting the little darling to wake up, yawn and jump off in search for some water. Roman chuckled and then turned his attention to Virgil. “Hey V, how are you feeling?” he asked gently Virgil stirred and opened his eyes slowly. “Hi Ro,” he greeted as he looked around and stretched. “Well… I don’t think I’m loopy. Is it time for my medicine?” he asked.

Roman shook his head. “I thought, since you seem to be having a good day so far, we could give the unkindness a little update? I set everything up on the kitchen table, all that’s needed is you. If you feel up for it,” he offered. Virgil sat up. “No, yeah. Totally. I was feeling kinda guilty leaving them all hanging for so long,” he muttered as he stretched and got up. Roman led him to the dinner table and sat him down. “Ready?” he verified. Virgil gave him a long look and then pressed the button to start the stream. “Hi there guys, long time no see,” he muttered, still sounding a little sleepy. The chat erupted in greetings and well wishes, and compliments to his sleepy voice. Virgil chuckled. “Thanks guys. I’m fine, I promise. Just ridiculously tired all the time,” he explained. “I’ll be honest I don’t have anything planned for this. Dove kind of sprung this on me. So we’re going to wing it today I guess,” he admitted. Roman grinned. “I actually have stuff planned. A bit of a surprise,” he explained as he pulled the box he'd retrieved closer to the table so Virgil wouldn’t have to move to far from the microphone. “What is that?” he asked in surprise. “Well, we. That means your folks and like, all of our friends, pitched in for a PO box. I set up a Dove tweet account and lured your following to it and let them know where to send their well wishes to and today the post office called because the box was full and they needed everything to be picked up. They were kind enough to provide a box to put everything in,” he explained with a  gesture. “This… This is all from fans?” Virgil asked baffled as he knelt by the box. Roman moved the microphone so the listeners could understand what was being said.

He handed Virgil his keys. “Open it up, buttercup,” he grinned. Virgil didn’t even comment on that, he just snatched the keys and worked on cutting open the tape that was keeping the box closed. He let out a gasp as he opened the box and saw what was inside. “It’s really full… I could fit in this and it’s full!” he exclaimed. Roman chuckled. “Well? Open some stuff,” he insisted. Virgil grabbed a big packet from the top. “Oh! Oh this feels squishy…” he muttered as he opened up the package and pulled out something big and soft and fluffy. “It’s a raven plushie! I love it!!! Um… There’s a note from… Danydear245. He hopes he’ll keep me company while I rest to recover. Oh I’m sure he will. Thanks so much!” he gushed staring at the cute looking pillow plushie with a big grin. “He really looks like he likes it,” Roman assured the viewers, though it seemed a bit redundant. Virgil was now pressing his face in the plushie and squealing happily. “Don’t you want to see the rest?” Roman pressed. Virgil contemplated that for a moment. “I do…” he allowed and he dug into the box, the plushie now in his lap. He pulled out a hand full of envelopes and packages. “Omg… They are sending me all the tea,” he grinned as he showed roman that one of his packages indeed contained maybe twenty packets of tea of different kinds it seemed. “Good thing you like tea,” Roman noted. Virgil liked a good cup of tea from time to time. Something he discovered in his journey to lower his caffeine intake. Though he still loved his decaf latte. “Aw!!! Look a friendship bracelet! That’s adorable,” he gushed as he put the bit of woven thread on his wrist.

Virgil dug through a few more packages that held a bunch more bracelets, little sketches of his avatar or a raven but cute and sickly with get well soon written on them. “Aw that one is adorable,” Roman mused as he looked over a cute one. “Oh! Look someone made an origami Raven and dove! They look so cute! I want them on my desk at all times,” he cooed before reading through a few cards his eyes watering a little. Roman put down the microphone close enough so it would keep picking up their voices. “Want some help unpacking the gifts?” he offered. “There is so much… Yeah sure go ahead. You do the packages while I read through the letters,” Virgil suggested. Roman nodded and grabbed another big packet from the box. His eyes widened as he tore away the packaging. “You got a sketchbook V,” he told him. “Really?” Virgil looked up from his letters and grabbed the book to flip through it. “Oh, that’s so cool, they drew a little chibi raven and dove on the inside of the cover! Look, Raven is in a blanket and Dove is giving him soup!” Virgil gushed. Roman chuckled. “That is cute and accurate,” he grinned. “Don’t tell them that,” Virgil scolded, but he didn’t seem genuinely upset. “I haven’t done traditional art in a while, guess I’ll be getting back into it,” he mused as he put the sketchbook and grabbed another pile of letters and cards. Roman grabbed the next package and opened it up. It was a whole bunch of differently collored shiny foils, making both men giggle a bit. “It is so pretty though,” Virgil mused. “Perfect for your nest,” Roman teased making Virgil roll his eyes. They went on for a while. There were more drawings Virgil showed off and many, many bracelets and tea packages. Also a scarf, some pencils and…

“Googly eyes! So many googly eyes! I will be a menace to society!” Virgil grinned excitedly. Roman didn’t doubt that he would find eyes in interesting places the coming weeks. “Thank you so much… Dovenlord, you just made my life so much more pleasant,” he drawled sarcastically as he opened the next package only to be taken aback… “Um… Okay,” he said slowly as he took out the very nice looking black dog collar with a purple stone hanging from it as a decoration, with a matching cat one. Virgil looked up and his mouth fell open in surprise. “I… Am pretty sure that is a joke gift… But I kinda love it…?” he said slowly, a little hesitant. Roman could practically hear his brother say ‘Kinky’. “It’s cute. You two can match,” he pointed out as he held up the collars and handed them over. Virgil nodded and laid the gift with the rest before getting back to the collection. Virgil got a few cute and funny pins and keychains that either referenced ravens in some way or were references to things Virgil had mentioned in his chats. And more tea. “That’s so much tea… Thank you guys, but I’m not having a cold or anything. Just really tired… Oh sweet! Mint-Lavender! Man some of these are like fancy! We should get some sweets from Sparrow and have a tea party,” he grinned. It was nice to see him this excited. “That sounds lovely,” Roman agreed. “How are you liking the letters?” he wondered as he put away a bag full of twigs and leaves.

“Oh they are all wonderful and… oh… Nevermind this one though. Let’s burn that one,��� he said as he crumbled the piece of paper and tossed it away. Roman frowned and picked it up. “What’s wrong with that one?” he asked as he slowly unfolded it to scan through it. “Spare your eyes. That’s a very detailed proposition from a very passionate simp,” Virgil warned. Roman quickly recrumpled the paper once he saw what Virgil meant. “Yep. Lets burn it. Some of the stuff in here would make Pigeon blush,” he stated. He tossed the paper away and leaned back. Looking at their collection and the clock. “Well, that was about it. For this one. We got the box for the whole year, don’t even start it’s like not even expensive. Like six dolars each for the whole year. So just deal with it,” Roman reprimanded playfully. Virgil just smiled at him. “Well… Until next time guys. We’ll see when I feel good enough for a quick stream again. Stay critical, stay curious,” he bid while Roman got up. “Be fabulous!” he added before ending the stream. He turned to Virgil. “Well how…” he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. He was nearly tackled by Virgil who hugged him tight. “Thank you. For all of that,” Virgil said into his chest. Roman smiled and returned the hug. “No problem Virgil,” he assured him. Then his phone let out a cackle. “Medicine time,” he announced making Virgil groan in protest. “Take a seat, I’ll get things prepped for lunch. Orange juice for your meds?” he wondered. Virgil nodded and went to sit on the chair.

“Just two more weeks,” Roman promised. “Hmmm…” Virgil hummed. “Hey, maybe you should put in your patrol times on the schedule? Just in case I feel worried? With how I get when I’m a little loopy… The stuff I do remember… You know… It’s a miracle you managed to plan them around my naps the past few days,” Virgil mused as Roman gathered the necessities for lunch. “Oh um… I told my fellow heroes that I was unavailable for a while for personal reasons,” he shrugged. “What?” Virgil asked. “They’ve all done it too. Sometimes you are sick, sometimes there is a wedding, life gets in the way. I haven’t missed a patrol in my six months. I’m allowed to miss a few because my friend is sick,” he argued. Virgil frowned. “But you’ll start again come Monday right?” He phrased it as a question but the way he said it made it a statement. His eyes held a warning. “Um… Yes?” he said a bit nervously. Virgil glared at him for a long moment and then nodded. “Good.” “You are scary, you know that?” Roman smiled as he put the final items on the table, among which the little box with the pills Virgil would need to take. Virgil grinned as he picked up the box and knocked it back before washing it all down with a gulp of his juice, never losing eye contact. “It’s part of my charm,” he stated.

That night Roman woke up feeling thirsty so he went to the kitchen for a glass of water. As he put his glass to the side, he noticed Nox mewling by his feet. “What’s wrong darling?” he whispered. Nox led him towards Virgil’s door, scratching at it insistently. That was unlike them… He joined her and once he was at the door he could hear it. Crying. “No… They’ll get hurt… Not that way…. Brigston bank…” Virgil cried. He had no clue what his roommate was dreaming about, but it was clearly distressing. After a moment’s hesitation he opened the door and carefully approached Virgil’s bed. “Roman’s coming,” he heard Virgil whisper as he reached his hand to gently shake him awake. But before he could though, Virgil’s hand suddenly gripped his wirst and his mismatched eyes stared up at him. “You were having a nightmare, are you alright?” he asked a little taken aback. Virgil frowned and looked away as he tried to focus. “I remember… Fireflies? I don’t know…” His eyes found Roman again. “Thanks though… See you tomorrow, I guess,” he muttered as he laid down again and curled around Nox who’d claimed a spot on the bed. Not able to do much else, Roman left the room with a softly whispered goodnight and headed to his own bed. He was going to call with Remy about this though. To Roman’s knowledge, Virgil never had been a sleep talker. He would’ve noticed by now right? “Oh, he used to do that all the time,” Remy told him on the phone the next morning while Roman was getting the room ready for breakfast. “He grew out of it but guess the meds messed with his dreams or whatever,” the detective assured him. “So how did you deal with them back then?” Roman asked. If he could do something about the situation so Virgil would have more restful nights he would do it. “I mean we tried a lot of stuff. Some nights he’d just have vivid nightmares and occasionally he’d ask us to stay close the next day. Want me to take a look? I wasn’t very good with my dreamwalking back then and got a little lost sometimes, so I didn’t try dreamwalking back then, but I should be good now,” he suggested. Roman thought about that possibility for a moment before shaking his head. “No thanks. I don’t feel like he can actually consent right now,” he admitted. “You really are a good one huh superstar? Okay. I gotta go, my stakeout is about to pay off. See ya on Thursday,” Remy said. “Good luck,” Roman offered before hanging up.

Well… he supposed he’d just have to deal with whatever came next. The door to Virgil’s room opened up. Roman looked up and saw Virgil enter, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “Morning. How are you feeling?” Roman wondered. Virgil’s eyes took in Roman who was still in his sleepshirt and his shorts and smirked. “Right now? Quite good darling,” he mused lowly. “Not before breakfast V,” Roman warned him playfully. Virgil pouted a little, only receiving a stern look in response while Roman turned back to the eggs he was making to cheer Virgil up. He did a good job pretending he didn’t care that Roman was going to be gone a lot of the time the coming weeks, but Roman knew his tells well enough by now. He stiffened in surprise as he felt arms encircle his waist and a weight press against his back. “Hmmm… You should add some oregano, trust me,” Virgil muttered in his ear. Roman frowned but decided he might as well. “Perfect charming, as always,” Virgil purred in approval. “Your medicine Virgil,” Roman insisted. “Aw, but I haven’t had any fun yet,” Virgil whined. “Medicine, and I’ll make you some of that tea the fans sent in,” Roman insisted. “Oh, the fancy lavender one?” Virgil perked up. “Sure,” Roman nodded. Virgil hummed thoughtfully in his ear. “You know, let’s save that one for the tea party. The lemon mint one is for today,” Virgil decided after a long thought. “Alright. Now. Medicine?” Roman pressed. “You know you love it,” Virgil chuckled as he moved away, finally allowing Roman to relax. He did, but he was not supposed to. Roman got the tea going and taste tested the eggs. That was pretty good, the oregano went really well with his usual recipe for scrambled eggs. Virgil was fairly quiet and Roman noticed that he had grabbed the new sketchbook and was drawing something somewhere in the middle of it with a wide grin on his face.

“This is going to blow my mind later,” he giggled. With a glance Roman could see that the pills were gone so he’d just have to wait a little before Virgil was back to himself. “Hmm, you know blue is such a nice sound,” Virgil sighed. And there was full loopy Virgil. Roman headed to the table with the pan in one hand and took the sketchbook away, closing it and putting it on one of the spare chairs before loopy V could start scribbling all over whatever forward V had been working on. “How are you feeling Princess?” Roman wondered kindly as he put down the pan and pushed Virgil’s hands away from it so he wouldn’t burn himself. “Hungry, my tummy wants the pretty eggs,” Virgil whined. “In a minute. I want to make sure you aren’t going to hurt yourself first,” Roman told Virgil. His roommate pouted and crossed his arms. A little bit later his eyes became a little droopy and he looked around confused. “How bad?” he wondered as he realized he’d blacked out again. “You requested oregano eggs and lemon mint tea,” Roman stated as he went to get said tea. “Could’ve been worse… I hope the others are as good about my medicine schedule as you’ve gotten. I really don’t want too many people seeing me like that. “Well, Logan said he’d be here tomorrow morning and I believe Emile is taking over in the afternoon. You sleep through most of those anyway,” Roman teased getting a scowl from Virgil that disappeared as soon as he took a bite from his eggs. “These are good!” he exclaimed as he turned his full attention to their breakfast. Roman smiled, happy that he managed to hide how much he hated the idea of leaving when loopy Virgil often seemed to be in need of his presence. That night Virgil had another nightmare, this time Roman didn’t wake him up but he did remain at his door to make sure Virgil didn’t need him, once he settled down Roman went back to bed.

“Virgil. Medicine, please,” Roman pleaded. Virgil seemed mostly himself this morning but he was extremely clingy. “No, you’ll leave!” he whined. “I have to, we talked about this,” Roman insisted. “I don’t care,” Virgil pouted. At that moment Logan came in with his signature: “Greetings.” Roman looked up in relief. “He is refusing to take his medicine, I really have to go now,” he explained as he moved away from the table, getting a displeased bite to his hand as punishment. “Ow!” he complained as he took a look at his hand, that was going to leave a mark. “Sorry,” Virgil whispered, seemingly really remorseful. “It’s fine. Don’t be too much of a nuisance to Logan okay?” Roman insisted as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door. “Good luck,” he bid a slightly bewildered Logan as he passed by and left the building. He really felt bad leaving Virgil like that. Maybe he could pick him up something fun to cheer him up on his way back? He'd think on it. He needed to stock up some groceries anyway. And he had to do a patrol tonight. He’d promised Virgil and he owed it to the people to show his face again. Speaking of the people… Roman had been pretty out of touch with the rest of the world since the incident. Maybe it was best for him to look up how much the general public did know about what happened. Just so he knew what was reasonable for him to know if the subject came up. And it probably would. As he walked to campus he found to his dread that people knew mostly everything.

“Roman!” the young journalist looked up and found Adam jogging towards him. “Hey, um… How is Virgil doing? I mean I know what you said in the group chat but…” Roman smiled at the bear of a man. “Virgil is doing much the same. He had a bad morning honestly. I don’t envy Logan or Emile. You still cool for Wednesday?” Roman verified. “Oh yeah totally. Remus and I got Wednesday covered all the way. No worries,” Adam assured him, he seemed nervous about something. “Listen… I didn’t want to bring it up in the chat or anything… But people have put things together already… They know it was Virgil and they know you are his roommate. So… Just wanted to give you a heads up. Just in case they are idiots about it,” Adam offered. Roman let out a sigh. “Yeah, I was afraid of that. The papers knew that it was one of His students and put down Virgil’s initials. Classmates might have needed little more than that,” Roman noted. “I had hoped it would take a little longer before all of campus knew though. So thanks,” he stated sincerely. “No problem. And um… When V is better, I’ll try my best to keep the idiots at bay when I can…” he assured Roman who nodded. “I’d expect nothing less.” Adam smiled appreciatively and hurried off. “See ya Wednesday!” Roman took a deep breath and marched on to his first class of the day.

Roman almost pitied the criminals who had the misfortune of crossing his path today. He was frustrated and anxious and he was making it everyone’s problem. His teachers had been very cool about his request to be permitted the use of his phone during class so he’d see if there was a message about Virgil. It was clear they also still felt the after shock of what happened. Roman could imagine the professor had been a respected friend and colleague. His fellow students were of course also still a bit rattled at the whole situation. And some had questions. Roman didn’t mind answering them, but when he realized that at least one of them was secretly interviewing him for an article he’d snapped and shut everyone else out. And now he was racing through the city. His fellow heroes welcomed him back and that soothed some of his furry. But not enough for him to slow down for even a second as he tied up robbers, disarmed muggers, separated brawlers and knocked out one or two would be supervillains in the middle of their mission statement. “Alright Prince. Leave some for the rest of us. You did great today but you clearly have somewhere to be,” Angel suggested. And she wasn’t wrong. “Yeah… Good point. See you guys later,” he allowed. And as his fellow heroes bid him a good evening he sprinted to the store a few blocks away from his dorm and got changed there. He went in for the groceries and as he was wrapping things up, he passed by a display of funny mugs. Virgil loved those. Or at least he loved the one Remy got him when he moved into the dorms last year. It was a simple white mug that read: “Sarcasm, because murder charges are expensive.” It was perfect for him. Just like the black one Roman was looking at now that read in white letters: “You couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.” Brilliant. Roman added it to the cart and headed home.

“How has he been?” Roman asked softly as he put out the groceries with Emile’s help. “Well, from what I understand his morning medicine didn’t go without a fight and it was a bit of a struggle for lunch too. We did draw together while we waited for them to work and we talked about Disney princes. He insisted Tarzan doesn’t count as a prince though he does like his muscles,” Emile giggled. “Since he can grab vines with his but,” he added mischievously. “Virgil insisted he wouldn’t take any more medicine until you got back though. He’s been drawing for the past twenty something minutes. I’ll leave you both to it,” he offered as he headed out. Roman looked at Virgil who was indeed very focused on his new sketchbook. “Time for your medicine Virgil. You promised Emile!” he called out as he grabbed the box he’d prepared and a glass of water. “Fuck you!” Virgil huffed as he frowned at the paper. “And fuck your muscles! Why are they so damn hard to draw!?” he complained as he emptied the offered container in his mouth and the washed it away with the water. “I’m… Sorry?” Roman offered. “You should be. You are so lucky you are hot,” the artist huffed. Roman shook his head. “I’m getting dinner started,” he sighed as he headed to the kitchen. A few minutes later he heard a gasp and the sound of a book snapping shut. “Everything okay?” he asked. “Roman! Um yeah! I’m cool!” Virgil squeaked, clearly not expecting Roman to be in the room, making Roman chuckle. “Impressive range you got there,” he teased as he checked the chicken. “Screw you!” Virgil huffed. “Dinner will be ready in a minute,” Roman told him unbothered. “Thanks,” Virgil muttered before yawning. “How was your day?” Roman asked as he tasted the sauce. “It was fine I guess. I hope the blackouts calm down soon though. It gets really annoying feeling like I went to take a nap in one place and then be somewhere entirely different in the middle of a conversation with someone I don’t even remember being there a minute ago,” Virgil explained. Roman glanced at him and saw that Nox had decided to cuddle with her dad on the couch for a bit. “I’m sure it will get better soon,” Roman offered. Virgil just hummed. With dinner ready Roman called Virgil to the table, determined to make him feel better.

“Looks good Ro, thanks… I am definitely cooking dinner for six weeks when I’m back to normal. It’s not fair you have to do all the chores,” Virgil noted. “I don’t mind cooking,” Roman assured him. “Also, before I forget, I got you something at the store,” he announced as he reached into the bag he’d put on one of the chairs when he was done unloading the other groceries and retrieved the mug that had remained. “Roman you really shouldn’t… Oh my god! That is actually perfect. I love it!” Virgil grinned. “This is now my tea mug. Remy’s is for like coffee and yours is for tea,” Virgil declared happily. Roman just found himself smiling, happy he managed to brighten Virgil’s day. “Seriously though, you can’t bring me home a gift every time you feel like I seemed upset in the morning. I’m going to be a whiny bitch 90% of the time until I feel better, it’s not your job to cheer me up. It’s okay to just let me be upset,” Virgil insisted. Roman pursed his lips and nodded. “I’ll try to keep that in mind,” he promised. Virgil smiled. “Thanks.” Then he turned his attention to their meal. “How was your day?” he asked. Roman let out a sigh, he would really like to vent… And he should give Virgil a heads up… “You’re not going to like it,” he admitted. “People know don’t they?” Virgil sighed. Roman nodded. “Someone in my class tried to trick me into doing an interview… I have half a mind to report them. That’s unethical behavior and with that approach they can’t be a proper journalist. The teachers seem pretty shaken up about what happened too,” he surmised.

Virgil nodded thoughtfully. “I figured as much… how was patrol?” Seeing the opportunity to distract Virgil with his daring exploits as a hero, Roman launched in a grand retelling of todays heroics. And Virgil listened to his stories looking more content than he had since waking up in the hospital. After dinner Virgil wanted to cuddle on the couch with a movie, he was very tired, but didn’t feel like being alone. So they watched treasure island until Virgil started to doze off. “Carry please?” he murmured. Roman obliged him and put him to bed, glad they’d decided on putting on pajamas before they settled on the couch. When Roman tried to put Virgil down though, he felt his shirt was held in a vice grip. “Virgil let go please,” he pleaded carefully. Virgil just whined and nuzzled into his pillow. Roman weighed his options. He could sleep here… But even a not sick Virgil might get a fright waking up like that in the morning. And if he didn’t remember him… Yeah. Better not. So he very carefully wiggled out of his shirt and watched as Virgil curled in on himself and held the fabric close to his chest. “You are so lucky you are cute,” he huffed before heading to bed himself. Today had been surprisingly exhausting. The next morning he woke up to giggling in the living room. Oh… He had a feeling what was going on today. He got up, put on a shirt, and left his bedroom, finding Virgil sitting on the floor, wearing his sleep shirt over his own, with Nox in his lap, the sketchbook laid open on a page with a very colorful drawing.

Roman took a deep breath. “Hey there. How long have you been up?” he asked gently as he slowly approached his roommate. Virgil looked up and smiled brightly. “Not long…” his eyes went distant for a moment, like his power was triggered but he didn’t look uncomfortable. Patton and Janus were set to arrive soon. Roman had to get Virgil to be at least have taken his medicine by then. He would not like Patton’s well meaning complements about this particular version of his loopyness. “Mr. Whispers says to tell you I took the pills in the box already,” Virgil stated. Oh… That was either a really good or a really bad thing. “Did you now?” Roman wondered as he headed to the kitchen to check. Indeed the little pillbox that had held Virgil’s pills for this morning was open and empty. “You are really pretty, like Hercules in my sketchbook,” Virgil told him. “Did you draw Hercules? Can I see?” Roman asked pleasantly as he walked over to join Virgil, both to look at his drawing and to give Nox some love. Virgil nodded and pulled the sketchbook towards him, skipping through a few pages of childlike drawings of reds and purples. Roman thought he saw some superhero stuff among them but he was promptly distracted by the very, very different drawing Virgil showed him. First of all it was gorgeous. It was sketched but with colored pencils. It was detailed and gorgeous and… It was him. Very detailed and very accurate except he looked just a bit more fit than he was now, and he looked older somehow. He was also, barely dressed. Roman was shocked to be honest. Not just by the subject of the drawing but by how gorgeous it looked and… “Oh my god!” the book snapped shut and Roman found Virgil stare up at him with wide spooked eyes. “I… Have no clue I promise,” Virgil swore. “It’s alright. I mean, I know you think I’m hot… Just wondering how you knew about that mole honestly,” Roman joked a little flustered. “Kill me now,” Virgil whined as he curled up. “Well… at least Pat and Jay aren’t here yet. That’s something right?” he offered, making Virgil let out a whine in complaint. “Want some breakfast and your sarcasm mug?” Roman offered. “Extra everything?” he added. Virgil sat in contemplation for a bit. “Okay,” he whispered as he uncurled himself and followed Roman to the dinner table and sat patiently while Roman got things ready.

After reminding Janus for the sixth time when Virgil was supposed to take his medicine and that Patton was Not allowed to pet Nox even if he took his meds and seemed to have really built a higher tolerance for it (one sick friend was enough) he left for his classes and tried not to worry about things too much. “S’up bro ro!” Remus greeted as they caught each other in the hallway between classes. “Hey Rem,” Roman smiled. His brother looked him over, eyes landing on several places on his wrist. Suddenly he grabbed his arm and pulled up his sleave. “Hey!” Roman protested. “Wow, those look fun.” Remus grinned as he observed the bitemarks Virgil had left over the past week. “Operation rainbow going that well?” he grinned. Roman reclaimed his arm and rolled up his sleeve. “No. Sometimes he just struggles with words nowadays and he feels like biting is the best way to let me know he is upset about something,” Roman explained with a blush. “Kinky,” Remus cackled. Roman let out an exasperated sigh. “How in the world is that kinky? He’s upset biting me!” he pointed out. Remus shrugged. “Upset bites, kinky bites. Different sides of the same coin. I’m telling you now. When you get to the fun stuff, that man is going to eat you up,” he winked before darting off to a different hallway to get to his lecture. Roman shook his head. His brother was a character alright. It was best not to dwell on the mental image he’d provided too much. Turned out he hadn’t needed to report the student who’d tried to trick him into giving a statement on record, people had overheard the conversation and reported the incident, resulting in their ethics professor dedicating the entire lecture on consent and targeting people in vulnerable situations. Roman could see the offending student try to disappear into their seat. Good. Going home after his patrol was a bit nerve wracking though. Mrs. Grimm was scheduled to be the one to look after Virgil when Janus and Patton left around noon and Roman was still not sure how to act around her. When he got home the dorm smelled delicious. “Hello Roman. Virgil is in his room napping. He took his medicine already so don’t worry about that,” she assured him. “Thank you Mrs. Grimm,” Roman stated. “Oh dear. Just call me Ellen, please. It’s fine. How was patrol?” she asked warmly. Roman hesitated a moment but then walked towards the kitchen to start getting the plates. “Just two is fine darling I’ll be out of your hair soon,” Mrs. Ellen assured him. “Yes ma’am. Patrol was fine. Just some petty crime today,” he explained. “Ah the quiet days. Always good to have those. Though they sometimes put me on edge. I found it hard to go home on those. Like the other shoe was about to drop and I was going to miss it if I left too soon,” she recalled. “I guess Virgil has his anxious tendencies from me,” she allowed. “Well from what I heard, you kept the city plenty safe. And you are an inspiration for young heroes to this day,” Roman offered as he reached for the glasses. “That’s very sweet. I did hear some people think you might be the next me though. In terms of success and power level. Though from what I’ve heard you to be capable off, you’ll outshine me soon,” she offered with a smile. Almost proud. “Thank you,” Roman said, not sure what else to say. “If I can give you some advice though…  Don’t forget about Roman. Poetry Prince is great. But Roman is important and wonderful too. Okay?” she insisted. Her eyes urgent and meaningful. Roman was a bit taken aback by the shift in tone. “Yes ma’am,” he promised. Mrs. Ellen chuckled and stepped away from the stove, turning it off. “It’s all done. I’ll wake Virgil and take my leave. You keep looking after my boy.” She turned to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. “I meant it. You are a good man Roman. You should be proud of yourself,” she insisted before heading to Virgil’s room. Roman watched her leave and pondered her advice… She didn’t seem like the type to just say that sort of stuff to be nice. But still… What had she heard about him that had made her warm up to him that fast?

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Raven poetry

Chapter 21: Comfort

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[hunting-season]

Can I request a Big brother like friendship drink with the dorm leaders and the reader with the reader who love plushies so much to the point that they room is filled with plushies please?

Yes!! I too have many plushies...so this is easy to imagine wwww Apologies if Kalim->Malleus are OoC! I do not know much abt them yet. Their sections are also shorter due to this, m'srry :(

Older Brother-like!Dorm Leaders w/ a GN!Reader who loves plushies a lot!

The dorm heads don't think they treat you any differently from any other student; the ones under their care and the ones from other dorms. Except they do treat you differently, and when it clicks in their mind...

Riddle Rosehearts

He does not realize he's taken on an older brother figure role with you until he's talking with Trey one day about you

Riddle mentions how you passed a test recently with higher marks than you expected, and how happy you were to tell him about it

Trey makes a comment on how his younger siblings would act like that too and oh.

It clicks in Riddle's head that you might see him as an older brother figure, and he views you as a younger sibling

The signs were so obvious with some being but not limited to: him being the first you went to when you needed help, calling out to him in the halls and walking with him to talk for a bit, sharing food with each other...

He'd panic, but he's going to see you soon anyway for a study session at Ramshackle.

Riddle remembers a conversation between you and Ace, the latter teasing you over your large collection of plush dolls.

He decides to add to your collection and buy you some more. Riddle's confident he knows your likes and dislikes, so he picks a cute pair of cat plushies

(it was a buy 1 get 1 deal! and the cats are sort of matching...there was a big red cat and a small white one)

Riddle's been to Ramshackle before, but only on the lawn and at the front gate. He's never stepped inside, which he's thankful for since now he can treat the plushies as "a gift for letting him in"

The next time Riddle visits, he's happy to notice the cat plushies are stitched together.

Leona Kingscholar

He doesn't really care what you think of him. You come around, hang out, get too loud for his sensitive ears before lowering your voice back down--

Leona tolerates you, and sometimes gives his own two cents when you're complaining about something

The only time he'll visibly show he cares about your person is when you're in danger

"Oi, what are you lot doing? Attempting to catch another's prey...you're really stupid, aren't ya?"

Leona's a little tsundere about admitting he cares for you. But it's okay! It's part of why you like him.

Speaking of likes, Leona is aware of your obsession with plushies. Again, he doesn't care, but he does tease you abt it from time to time.

He's sort of a gifter; Leona'll give you or Ruggie money to buy a plushie for you(rself)

Sometimes he'll swipe a plush from you to sleep with for a while before giving it back. Some of your plushies are comfy! And it's very normal for siblings to share things, right?

Leona is 100% the seemingly obnoxious but secretly very caring big brother. The L in Leona can stand for lazy and loving!!!

Azul Ashengrotto

Of course Azul knows about your...affinity for plushies! He knows all your likes and dislikes because it's basic client info!

Under the sea, there's no real concept of plushies. If it's soft it's meat, a common lesson all merfolk learn.

Anyway, it's part of his (mental) file that you like plushies, so he's only so happy to engage with you about your interests! Which one have you brought to class today?

Azul only realizes he doesn't see you as a potential client when you showed him one of your favorite plushies--a purple-and-pink octopus that smelled of berry jam--and he...

...okay, look, Azul felt genuinely happy you were showing him something precious to you, even if it was simple and silly

He thought long and hard about what this feeling could mean, eventually reaching the point he...cared for you.

Well. That's no good for an emotionally stunted octopus.

Azul will persevere! And also acquire you some more plushies of underwater creatures "by chance."

Azul's noticed your lack of sea creature plushies. He's going to fix that! And if you already have a lot...more wouldn't hurt.

It's also easier to help rope you into filling in shifts at the Lounge! Azul may have become your pseudo-older brother, but older siblings can still be a little mean and make their younger siblings do some work for them <3

Kalim Al-Asim

He became your older brother the moment he thought you reminded him of his younger siblings back at home

Whoops! Guess this means Kalim has to take care of you now!

And by Kalim, I mean Jamil

(Sorry Jamil...on the bright side, someone you can trust will also be watching Kalim? or not, ehehe)

Anyway, Kalim loves !!!! spoiling you with plushies !!!! Tell him what you'd like and he'll get it for you !!!!

He begs Jamil to teach him how to sew...he wants to hand-make you a plushie!!! That'd be super cool of him to, right?

His handmade plushie is supposed to be your favorite animal. It finds a home on your backpack as you take it with you (and Kalim!) everywhere

Vil Schoenheit

Vil mistakes his affections for you as just being his favorite makeup tester

He likes that you're not fussy when he puts makeup on you! Sure, sometimes you squirm because it's been too long, or a brush tickled you, but you're still workable with

But he's smart! He figures out he thinks of you as a sibling eventually--mostly due to Rook talking about the beauty of found family and how siblings can be so wondrous

(I just think Rook having siblings is funny. Do you think they play-hunt each other? I digress.)

Vil doesn't mind the revelation. It's already happened, and feelings are fickle. Besides, he still really needs a makeup tester.

But if he starts gifting you plushies he buys and customizes during his free time, well, it's just thanks for being his favorite

Idia Shroud

He likes playing games with you! Yea, you like never beat him, but you're also super excited to just play and learn new games with him, so it's all good!

Idia also has his own plushies. Mostly anime merch but also the miscellaneous cat plush here and there, so he doesn't care about you having your own liking of plushies.

Ortho is the one who helps Idia realize he's practically pseudo-adopted you as a little sibling.

He was planning on making Ortho a really cool skin (think Ortho's different "clothes")

(Idia vc) I wonder if Y/N would like something similar

(Ortho vc) I can run data for you to approximate their reaction, but I think the simple answer is yes! Anyone would like a gift from someone they view as their older sibling.

(Idia vc) Yea you're righ-- WAIT.

Idia went into Super Panic Mode. He doesn't mind viewing you as a younger sibling, but what if you did?! Ortho tries to calm him down but Idia can't help it!! He doesn't even have a high charisma stat, so how did you find him as a brother?? He's a pathetic brother!!

You two never talk about it 'cause Idia might die from embarrassment. But Idia isn't a total noob at being a brother, so he does get you more plushies. Maybe too many in the eyes of others. Idia can't help it though! Giving gifts is just an easy way to let you know he thinks of you and cares for you.

Malleus Draconia

He thinks it's cute how you have so many plushies. They're just soft decorations/childrens' toys in his eyes.

Not like he minds though. He likes gargoyles and you listen to him about them, so he's going to listen to you talk about the plushies you like!

He'll try to remember the names you give each/to the more important ones, too!

Malleus comes to your sibling-like relationship conclusion on his own. He just looks at Lilia talking with you one day, and his heart and brain click together to refer to you two as family.

So you're part of Malleus's family now!!! no take-backs :)

With your newfound status as Malleus's younger sibling in his mind, he'll start dropping gifts onto you! Insanely high-quality plushies, because you like them! And the occasional gargoyle, to help liven your place up.

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The Hot Pressurised Tin Can

Chapter 11 of The Hat Collection

Cad Bane X she*her afab woman

CN fingering, smut, masturbation, self-doubt, cursing, mentions of food

3k Words

Summary: co-habitation with an (ex?)-lover on a small space ship can be a challenge especially when you used to bang on every available spot in the ship. also, bane and loth cat make plans about how to kidnap their target.

Beta read by @queenquazar 💕 thank you so much, friend

The dark embraced you with long clawed hands. Hot fingers caressed your body, making you hum as they glided down lower and lower and lower.  A moan escaped you as those dark blue fingers touched your wet folds and brushed through them before settling on little circles on your clitoris.

You bit your lip.

It felt so good - too good.

You turned around, fighting the tangled bed sheets to reach Cad. He was so close, you knew it. The weight of his body pressing down on yours. The heat of him burning, nearly scorching through the never-ending sheets as you pushed and rummaged to get to him.

With longing hands, you tried to touch his skin, kiss him, give him pleasure and whisper all the painful little secrets and words you kept to yourself.

Just a little bit more.

Just-

You stretched out to grasp him meet with the harsh, cold, and flat surface of the wall.

You opened your eyes.

What a disappointing ending for a dream.

The sound of your bare feet on the floor sounded like stones hitting the water of a still pond.

Elegant, like a duck.

You toddled out of your quarters to get some water and clear your head from any more of those ridiculous horny thoughts.

The Justifier’s machines hummed as you walked the abandoned corridors to the kitchen and got yourself a cup of water. With the ship back in space floating around Nar Shaddaa, the trustors only worked occasionally to keep the ship floating in place despite the gravity of the close moon it orbited. It was as calm as it could be on a running ship.

You leaned against the counter while sipping from the cup.

The cold water helped - but not much.

The fading dream was nothing in comparison to the memories you had doing it with Bane right on the counter you leaned against now.

It was ridiculous. All of it.

And you had stayed. You had the chance to leave a ship in which you used every imaginable surface for sex and escape from one of the most dangerous men in the galaxy you had said sex with. And you had stayed.

Because I am apparently a foolish horny woman lying to myself, even in my dreams.

You could not help but nod at your own admission.

It was a dangerously stupid choice.

But it was your own. It felt good to have at least that. And you couldn’t go back anyway. Even if you made the wrong decision.

You finished your cup of water, silently lamenting it wasn’t something else to burn down your throat, before retreating back. It was strange how familiar those walls and corridors had become to you. You had chosen not to see them as your prison anymore. They were home… for now.

At the closed entrance to the cockpit, you stopped. Those long hot fingers visiting your dreams where right behind those doors. You longed to visit them in your conscious moments too, opening the door and stepping through in various stages of nudity as you had before.

You shook your head.

Foolish thoughts of a foolish woman.

Why would he want that?

He had tried to resist, had really tried not to think of her too much. But she had come to him in his dreams, and he had woken up with his mind occupied with her scent and his cock hard from memories of her.

Bane suppressed a moan to keep as silent as possible as he masturbated to the mental image and memories of her. He already felt unusually vulnerable indulging in those memories. He’d rather face the whole Hutt cartel’s might than drawing loth cats’ attention now and having to explain whose name he moaned when being in his makeshift bed.

Bane licked over his thin lips.

He edged closer and closer to his peak, thinking of her gleaming eyes, her small hands in comparison to his slender long ones, her legs – so much leg – and how they wound around his body, how hot and wet and painfully excited she felt as she clawed and bit and teared and moaned.

He came into his hand.

Bane leaned back into the hammock he put up as a bed in the cockpit, too defeated to clean up the mess. He knew he should feel worried about his attachment to essentially a lover of a few one nightstands. In his profession, caring was a luxury. But his mind could not conjure any other fantasy other than her, and his body craved no one else’s but hers. Still, he would keep his distance from a likely traumatised and dependent woman – as much as that was possible on a spaceship. Getting her out of the mess he had created, and letting her settle on a safer planet to live a safer and happier life without him, was the best he could do for loth cat lady.

He owed her that.

Bane sighed, torn about his resolution to not be selfish, yet lamenting it at the same time.

But what else was he supposed to do?

No one in their right mind would choose to stay with someone like him if they had a choice.

XXX

Three cups were standing on the little kitchen table in the Justifier’s small kitchen. Two of those were filled with hot caf, the other empty. You felt weird about leaving the droid TODO out and opted for at least giving him a pretend cup full of recycle spaceship air.

Bane grabbed the caf without any second thought before turning his attention back to researching his target Sy Snootles. You suppressed a laugh at the sight of the middle-aged bounty hunter’s concentrated expression, staring at holos of the popstar Snootles singing about the wonders of youthful looooove and wiiiiild life.

Silently you took a seat at the table with Bane and TODO before sipping from your own cup. Like Bane, TODO was busy, doing some repairs, ignoring your efforts of including the droid in carbon based habits.

You did not mind.

Instead, you sipped from your cup while enjoying this newfound calm and normalcy.

Bane grumbled and leaned back, stopping his research on the popstar, and facing you instead.

“I don’ get this,” he exhaled, “The music is not to ma’ taste. Fine. But those gossips and scandals? Why is there so much of it? So unreliable.”

You slowly sipped from the cup with gusto.

“Ever considered that some just enjoy it for its chaotic-ness? Not everyone is a bounty hunter and reads tabloids to research their target or watch music holos to learn about how the target  and talks? You know, like a killer.”

Bane grabbed his own cup again. “Ever consider, that ya’ too clever to state the obvious?”

You smirked. “No.”

A hint of a smile danced over his lips before he continued. “Lemme just ramble my frustrations away, loth cat. Every time I think I have a usable piece of information a contradictory gossip arises. Snootles has a family we might use as leverage? Apparently all dead, maybe, or not. Her favorite food is from one specific cantina on Alderaan we could poison her with?  They specialize on molluscs and her kind can’t digest those. She has a boyfriend? Never seen in public and allegedly he is dead. I know so much about this Snootles now yet nothing at all. It’s like herding a buncha’ tookas.”

You nodded with understanding.

“Celebrity news is a horrible basis for your research on Snootles. I get it. But maybe that won’t be necessary? I picked up gossip like that all the time in the cantina. It’s part of the job. Maybe I can tell you all you need to know?”

“I am sure Master Bane is more than capable of solving this issue on his own,” TODO interjected.

“Any help is appreciated if it means I don’ have’ta read dis,” Cad stated tiredly and hushed TODO.

You swallowed audibly.

You wanted to help Cad but it wasn’t like you had a set plan in mind.

Carefully, you considered what you knew, separating the useless to from the usable while the bounty hunter sat in front of you, waiting patiently until you were ready to speak.

“Well…,” you started, “Sy Snootles is a Pa’lowick popstar and performer. She got famous with a cooperation with Max Rebo and has toured solo since then. Snootles has a very unique drawly voice and is a teen favorite, especially for her dances.”

You paused, trying to think like a bounty hunter: “We need her alive, right?”

Cad grumbled something that passed as agreement.

A familiar kind of dredd crept up in you.

You cleared your throat, pushing it down. “Currently she performs in Gardulla the Hutts Palace while working on her new release album.”

You considered what that would mean. ”So, security will be tight.”

Another grumbled agreement.

“There were rumors of Snootles being involved with Ziro the Hutt. Maybe that’s the boyfriend she is never seen with-”

“Was,” Bane rasped.

“Was?” you asked.

“Was - if Ziro is the boyfriend then he ain’t no more. I had a contract to kill him, but someone got him before me. Ziro the Hutt is dead,” Cad Bane clarified.

You shivered at the nonchalance of Banes words, how he sounded more hurt at someone besting him than the violent death of a sentient being.

Was that what bounty hunting was like?

Kidnapping and killing for money?

No consideration for those that were bounties?

Your stomach churred at the bitter memory of being in the hands of bounty hunters.

Or maybe it was the caf.

You gripped your cup harder to ground yourself in the moment instead of getting lost in memories you wished you never made.

Instead, you pushed yourself to speak.

“How about instead of approaching this like a bounty hunter would – which the palace would be prepared for,” you carefully interjected, “or like a devoted fan – another expected occurrence for someone so famous like Sy Snootles – approach it like something else?”

A questioning grunt.

Snootles was like you. Maybe a bit more famous or well off. But essentially she was another woman in the galaxy getting caught up in things she wasn’t part of. And being the collateral damage of an inherently unfair powerplay between some powerful men was something you wished on one.

Perhaps you could prevent Snootles from going through what you went through. But only if you found your way to her before Bane.

“I am not a fan and I am not a bounty hunter…”, you continued, ”…but I know enough about Sy Snootles to find her in a crowd. And I am familiar with clubs and bars and know how to get backstage in those establishments. How about I go into the palace? No one would pay attention to another random guest doing business there.”

“Absolutely no. Too dangerous, loth cat,” Bane declared.

“Absolutely delightful. You should go. Good luck, miss. I believe-“TODO cried out at the same time before being silenced by a hiss and one of Bane’s glares.

“Why not?”, you called out while hanging onto your anger to fight the rising dredd again that threatened to break your voice and make you cry. “I am a nobody. I don’t matter to anyone, and no one looks for me.”

“Ya’re not a nobody.”

You stared at Cad, his red eyes fixed on you with a calculating intensity that burned away any insecurity or confusion. This was it. Years of listening to people at the bar whining about their life’s had taught you what to say to them, what they wanted or needed to hear. What Bane needed was an argument he couldn’t ignore.

“Listen Cad,” you paused, knowing exactly what to say now, “Unlike you, I am not a bounty hunter with a reputation. You would walk in there and die. I can walk in there and get Snootles.”

“No.”

“Yes!” 

He shook his head, the hat accentuating the movement dramatically.

“How would ‘ya do that? Ask Snootles nicely to tag along?” he rasped.

“I can wield a blaster!”

“Everyone can do that in da Outa Rim. Especially in Gardullas Palace,” the Duros deadpanned.

“Alright,” You challenged, “What is your suggestion? Because last time I checked, you might be better at wielding a blaster but that won’t help you get into a palace full of bounty hunters with a bounty on your head.”

He growled.

“Don’t worry about dat, loth cat. I’ll find a way.”

You rolled your eyes.

What a suborn man.

“Yeah, a way to kill yourself,” you snorted.

Bane fell silent.

For a moment no one spoke. You bit your lip. Had you crossed a line? Anxiety rose in you, reminding you that maybe you had decided to stay. But you weren’t sure how essential Bane considered your presence on this ship.

“Fine,” Bane growled and tore you from your dark spiralling thoughts, “Might hava’ point there, loth cat.”

He sighed as if facing a very unpleasant task.

“How good are ya’ with a blaster?”

X

Loth cat raised the blaster, aimed, and shot.

One time.

Two.

Three.

The last one was a miss.

Bane hissed, his fangs out.

She was fine with the blaster. Better than Cad Bane had expected from someone who wielded a blaster primarily to throw out unwelcome guests out of the cantina. Loth cat did land hits, making her even better than some self-declared bounty hunters he had met. Still, Bane feared for her. She was bent on getting that damn Snootles popstar herself, arguing and pushing him until he had landed the ship for some shooting practice on some backwater planet. And unfortunately, she had a point. Last time Bane checked, the Hutts had increased the bounty on his head. Jabba really had made his point that the Hutt owned Bane and if he wanted out and loth cat safe, he had to deliver whatever the Hutt wanted. Even something as ridicules as a fucking popstar.

He snarled again at the unpleasant reminder of having to work for free and turned on his heels, leaving loth cat to practice on her own to shoot on this desolate rock.

His mind told him sending her in was a sound strategy. Loth cat was not a fighter. But she was pragmatic and played dirty to get what she wanted. Knowing her, she would likely find a clever way to claw, charm or do a combination of both to make her way into the palace and then kidnap Snootles. But likely wasn’t good enough for Bane’s heart.

He needed certainty of success and he needed her safe.

Agitated, he stalked up the ship.

Anger was boiling in him. Anger and frustration – making the venomous saliva drip from his fangs.

He swallowed it all and took a few breaths.

This wasn’t useful.

Frustrated, he let himself fall onto one of the cargo boxes in the ships hold.

What he needed wasn’t self-pity and curses against the Hoth forsaken, bedeviled by the witches of Dathomir, and eaten by the Sarlaac- Hutts as satisfying it was for now.

He needed a solution.

A knock on the ships frame made him look up.

“Is everything okay?”

Loth cat peaked into the ship at him. Her eyes burned into his skin, filling him with a far more pleasant heat than anger. She crocked her head, revealing her neck. He couldn’t help but stare as she - unsure of the situation and his silence - shuffled slightly, showing him more of her beautiful body under the storage room's harsh light.

“Loth cat got your tongue?”

Her teasing washed down his throat like cool water after a day of wandering a desert planet.

Bane wanted her. He wanted to get up, pull her into his arms and bite into her lovely skin. He wanted to carry her up to the bunk room to never again let anyone ever close enough to her to cause her harm. He hated seeing her practice shooting knowing she would need it. And he hated the thought of having to let her go, pushing him to feel a protectiveness that bordered on possessiveness.

“As if ya’ could steal from me, loth cat,” he rasped instead of saying any of that and got up.

She raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, waiting for more words from him.

He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. He could beg her to forget about Snootles or confess what her presence did to him - how small the ship felt since she was there while he tried so hard not to infringe on her, how welcome the pressurized tin can floating in the abyss of space was with her slowly returning laughter, how hot his longing dreams of her were.

He really couldn’t say anything about that, right?

“It’s going to be alright. I can do this and help lifting the bounty off your head,” her words sounded encouraging as if it was he, who needed reassurance or protection.

She looked so sure of herself with her eyes gleaming in newfound hopefulness and his blaster in her little human hands.

“I know ya’ can,”he said, hating himself for meaning it. If there was only something he could do.

XXX

They landed on Nal Hutta not too far away from Gardullas palace. She fumbled nervously with the blaster he had given her. It was his best one. Loth cat had gotten dressed to pass as much for a bounty hunter as possible. With one of his armored wests, she looked passable enough to trick the guards.

With one final sigh you got up from her seat.

“I’m leaving! See you later!” she declared.

He only nodded.

Her steps echoed through the ship and down the ramp before she walked off.

Away from him.

He should do something. Find a way to hide his face and follow her, no matter the personal cost.

This was it.

“TODO!”he rasped, “Keep the comms clear and wait for my orders. I’m heading out.”

“Yes, but master Bane, it is dangerous for you-“

He hissed, “I’m aware.”

The droid stopped talking he got up. Like in trance he moved down to the storage and pulled boxes aside. Finally, he pulled a crate aside. It was dusty and scratched, but intact.

He traced the cracks on the lid before going to the look.

For a moment he stopped, considering how he never had wanted to open that damn box again. Then he lifted his hat and opened the box.

XXX

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Their question hurts more than any harpoon or wretched dragon-killer. Piercing through her scarred scales in no more words than Idunn could count on her fingers, Chad reminds her of the freedom she’s lived so long without.

“What would I wish for?” she repeats, and her hide cracks, and her voice trembles once, “… I have never been asked what I would wish for. I… don’t know…” 

Admitting such a thing so freely only makes the wound hurt more–only scrapes blood with a claw more fearsome than her own. A clockwork doll in need of a wind-up, a stringless kite plummeting back down to earth and forced to pick up the pieces, living among the dirt… Idunn is without direction. The ideals she chases–of freedom and heart, of soul and will–have tarnished now that her gaze has been affixed to them. Freedom for its own sake, she would say she lives for, or a will to have a will. 

Neither of which she inherently understands. Her definition of choice had always been one chosen for her. Even now, when the village elders tell her to do things she loves and enjoy the world around her, she’s really just following orders. Chad asks a simple question, but begs so much more of Idunn. They demand she know what freedom is when demanded of you by another, if ever she’d like to have her own wish.

Her body tenses. The stem of her dandelion rubs against sliding fingers–splitting the fibrous tube at the bottom. And it wet her hands, with the sticky substance it contains. Only the top remains, the head left undamaged.

She would feel bad for the poor flower, were her thoughts not trudging through a desert and the locust’s buzz of ideas. 

Idunn feels inclined to follow her guiding star, as she always has, as she always will, and answer with ‘peace between humans and dragons.’ But is that truly her wish? She wants it, yet it was he who wanted it first. 

What parts of destiny are her own, and what is just precept? 

The dragon is too damaged to entertain such a thought right now, too busy trying to collect together all that is her. So when her eyes open, they have that sorrowful look in them. Like they failed a task, like the shirked a duty. Chad is by no means her superior, and still that behavior resurfaces,

“I don’t know,” said again, so that it may convince the both of them, “Could you… Make a wish first? So I can see how to do it myself.”

His reaching hand is met with — What is he even supposed to call it, the way her voice wavers? The way his question, posed as a childish test of character, poised like a carelessly-tossed ball, was taken, as if he’d decided to drive a needle into her hand after all? Wishing and wanting and reaching was first nature, was always granted, at least in silence, even in hardship (especially in hardship). Wishing and dreaming and wondering...

Chad can’t imagine how she’s never been asked. He can’t imagine how noone’s ever had the heart to ask her. Even the most timid kids back home had something to wish for when their birthday rolled around, when Father brought out the pastries no matter what, no matter how small, no matter how stupid. A sunny day. An easier life. A little cat-shaped doll they saw at the marketplace the other day. Someone to come welcome them into a proper family. (That one stung a bit, sometimes, but it’s a nice wish, regardless.)

The flower crumples a bit in her hand. The boy’s frown shifts closer to confusion, to upset rather than anger or fear or any kind of posturing they’d been doing just moments prior. She looks at them like... What is that? A scolded child, a reprimanded student, themself when they think they’ve fucked something up something fierce?

She doesn’t know... She doesn’t know. Unbelievable. Chad never struggled with finding wishes or dreams, even when they were stained red with fury and vengeance, a shade they can’t muster here in the sun and the fields. But their wishes had seldom been too big, and easier to talk about, to confess to when they were small, just like those dandelion seeds.

Finally, they give in, kneel next to her with a sigh; Thread, meet fabric, look to the other side, properly, this time. “Yeah, sure.” Deft hands pluck a dandelion (though their gloves dull the sensation, nails unable to bite into the stem to make it easier), and hold it up to the sun, still frowning, thoughtfully. The wind begins to pick up again, ruffles the fluff of it, nothing takes flight quite yet.

“Wishes don’t have to be huge, or anything.” they state, even though they don’t owe any kind of explanation; It comes to them like muscle memory, this kind of casual comfort, casual and automatic like house-handiwork, patches on pant-knees. “Like, me, right now... I could say some big, heroic wish, yeah? But...”

They bring the flower closer, close their eyes, and puff, a short but strong breath of air — And the seeds scatter into the air, plentiful and light, flying to reach saints know where.

A pause. “I wished for chocolate cookies to be in stock tomorrow.” The tips of their ears turn a bit pink as they look down at the now-bare stem, still frowning, but now bashful. “They were in stock today too, but I want to be sure.”