#because I need him with The Floof and this soft outfit

[echthr0s]

Dayir's been isekai'd by the great [LEVIATHAN] into a world where the only war (at present) is Fashion Wars and she gets to stroll about being god's most specialest pretty princess (just like usual, except this time the world isn't also constantly on fire).

Wonderful! No downsides to this at all! ... Wait, what? What's that? Ah, I see. One downside.

The "I was made in a game by an Asian company" effect. I mean, I'm surprised there was more than one skin tone at all (3, total, not counting the default printer-paper one), but at the same time... whoof.

I even loaded her up in Photopea and played around with a soft-light brush and look how much better this is! But... you see... it's cropped like this because once I got to the bangs I realised my mediocre editing skills were not gonna cut it this time.

Well... it is what it is. At least there are extremely fat and fluffy animals to groom (it's a ruse to steal their fur for outfits). And I'll have you know this is not at all a fun diversion from my normal divine madness. All I need is one hook -- one! -- and I will pull Miraland into my unhinged multiversal canon.

Oh, and Zenos is with her, by the way. You just can't see him. He's offscreen being mobbed by a pack of Floofs. Trust me.

[subiysu-chan]

The idea is that I want their wings to show nerves, cartiledge and blood vessles in the little patterns of the insect wing. Wonderful, right ?

Now, for dishes on which to eat the toxic to human shrooms. Because they live in highland, I would assume the material of choice for dishes and plates would be wood, such as spruce or pine.

From the State Historical Museum collection, Moscow Russia. It's about 19 cm wide, so plenty of room for mushrooms.

A little wooden glass. It's about 8 cm wide at the widest and 9 cm tall, so overall, pretty average sized.

To put some cooked shrooms in. Hi hi

Now, I will probably not be able to find the above mushrooms cooked, since no sane person will cook them and then post it on the internet. But, I can speculate that they will be significantly browner and reduced in size, with perhaps some edges. Or be quite soft and meaty if steaming is prefered...I think I'll go with steaming, just so it looks more consistant. A little reduction and browning, but not a lot.

Now...Poses, for our elven cuties. Now, I do want a boy and a girl, although...They would be on the androgynous side. Still, I need a way to censor the important bits.

I want them W sitting...

Would my elves eat with chopsticks or tiny spoon ? I think maybe rudimentary forks ? Their hands ? Knife ? Skewers...

Maybe like this ?

I will need to ask to figure this out. So now, I have to draw the somewhat cooked blood-red latex and steaming juices flowing as elf boy is biting down on it.

Now outfits and hairstyles. High elves are typically depicted as having long, flowing hair. We also need to keep the whipped/caned thighs somehow visible.

I think I will have to do with a simple long-sleeved shift wih a keyhole neckline and some side slits. Yeah...I think that will work, and I think...

Now, it will be slit at the sides, and because of the way they'd be sitting, we will make sure to gather the fabric at the front so...So private parts visible.

Now, our boy will be somewhat ashy with partches of more rosy skin, while the girl will be ashy all over. The sleeves would be as narrow as possible with a shift to keep a more sleek look.

Oh, and it would have back slits, because...Wings. I just think that bellow the wings, there would be slits, and they would be held in place with little ties.

Now, for our boy...I think he'll have a single back braid. I think...Ice blond hair for his colorings. Yes, I am aware of the kawaii Lucius Malfoy look it will give him.

So, I will give him some side floof ! But, he will have shimmering, icy blue eyes.

Girly would have some ashy blond hair, a bit darker to create more contrast of value. Some beautiful ash blond hair. I will go with the lightest one. She'll also have some cute curls. Like Subyss...

She'll have some beautiful murky-green eyes.

I would really like some SÉPAQ backgrounds.

We need background lighting. I want it sunny !

I think we would also need somewhat of a background for the room. No furniture, but...I think some floor boards with maybe carpets.

Art challenge of spicy food drawings

Now...I really want to learn how to draw food better and better characters eating.

I think of having a character eating a spicy dish...Or maybe drinks that are also spicy...

I would like first some story telling...Now, because we have also the "fire magic" theme. We could have several directions for this, but I think I would like some cold-water bathing theme and some spicy onigiri.

We could do some fan art of...

Snow White (classic fairy tale character, not the Disney version), being presented by the dwarves with Peck's Hydnel, and one of them insists she cooks it.

This is how it looks like :

Now, for our lovely dwarves/bergleutes...I think we could have some neanderthal skeletons to help guide us. Since they are often described as shorter than most humans. Typically, fantasy dwarves are described as squat and robust...That just reminds me of neanderthal. So, a quick look at neanderthal skeletons.

For Snow White herself, I think I do have a good design already.

I quite like this design, and I think it will be a fairly good base.

All of this in a nice litte cottage scene.

But, I would make it in a more...Diagonal position

Overall, the windows would be on the smaller side, because...Cold.

We could do a little bit of a Winx fan art...With Bloom and Sky enjoying spicy treats after an ice bath.

For artstyle inspo...I would really like something with very exaggerated lashes...Like this :

Or this :

For treats...This looks so good.

I would want Bloom to grab the cup titly, since girly isn't used to cold washing in an ice bath.

Very simple background :

This to hold the food in front of them

Third idea would be...Cute girls, probably friends, enjoying a nice array of dishes...

Spicy food tend to be reddish because of the chilli, so I just need to add reddish tints to the noodles...Hi hi !

I want it to be a beach scene, so I can have a context to show some well-whipped thighs.

Unfortunately, I will have to use a VPN for this, as...I really want to use the SÉPAQ beaches, but the website won't work in Russia. =(

I want the scene to be on the cuter, sillier side.

I want one with dark hair, the other more light haired, and long, beautiful pigtails please.

Yeah, also, beach barbecue, but with soup and steamed goods.

Now...I think the more logical idea for whipped thighs and spicy mushrooms...

[kittensyoonie]

Stray Kids X Male Reader

Chan had been questioning his gender identity for a while. What he didn’t expect, was for you to come home in the middle of him experimenting.

Bang Chan X Male Reader (no agab mentioned but written as if reader is cis)

Requested: no

Warnings: gender identity, finding ones self, questioning gender, (cross dressing but technically not cross dressing), non binary Chan, panic attack, coming out, floof, implied idol Chan, not proof read

Chan had been questioning his gender a lot lately. He knew he wasn’t a girl, but being just a boy didn’t sound right to him either.

When he’d wear crop tops on stage, he felt powerful, comfortable in his own skin. He couldn’t figure it out, what he was feeling. But he knew one thing for sure, he wasn’t a cis male.

He hadn’t told y/n about it, he didn’t wanna burden his boyfriend or upset him somehow. And he didn’t wanna try to explain it when he himself didn’t know.

Okay, so Chan liked he/him pronouns, he knew that for a fact. But they/them sounded nice as well. She/her? Actually yes, but he only liked it sometimes.

After a long research, he realized he was non binary. He thought in all honesty it was pretty cool, and he felt comfortable with that identity.

He wanted to experiment some more though, figure out what he was and wasn’t comfortable with.

Which is how he ended up standing in front of a full length mirror, wearing an almost knee length skirt, and a long sleeve matching crop top.

To say the experiment was a success would be an understatement. He felt beautiful, he loved it, he felt the skirt was a perfect length for him and the material soft.

He didn’t mind how masculine his body looked in the outfit, he didn’t mind not having curves or female anatomy, he felt the outfit still fit him.

However, in the midst of his happiness, Chan failed to hear that y/n had come home. He failed to here him putting his stuff down, or the footsteps leading up to the door.

When he heard the door start to open, he immediately panicked, his breathing picking up as his eyes watered. He was scared, he wasn’t ready.

But there was nothing he could do about it now, as y/n was standing in the door way, his eyes a bit wide as he looked at Chan’s outfit.

Chan didn’t know he was crying until he choked on a sob. Then he realized he was having a panic attack, which wasn’t helping his situation that much.

Y/n walked over to him, gently pushing him to sit on their shared bed. Chan looked at him with wide eyes, he didn’t know what y/n was gonna do.

That was, until he pulled Chan into his chest, resting his ear right against his heart. Y/n ran his fingers through the aussies hair, before kissing his head.

“Baby you don’t have to explain anything to me until you’re ready, alright?” Y/n said softly, and oh, that caused Chan to stop crying, his breathing catching in his throat.

His boyfriend really was the best, in all his panic he forgot, just how beautiful his heart is and how understanding he could be.

Not long after, he was able to calm himself down, his crying dying down to sniffles as he held onto y/ns waist, listening to his heart.

Eventually, y/n pulled away, lifting Chan’s chin before wiping his tears away.

“I came in to ask what you wanted for dinner baby, I was planning on cooking, maybe tteokbokki. How does that sound?” Y/n asked, his tone calm and Chan could even sense patience.

Which he was really grateful for, because he couldn’t get himself to talk, instead nodding to his lovers words.

“Alright, you can stay in here as long as you need okay?” Y/n said, pulling away and making his way to the door. “Oh, and baby? You look absolutely beautiful.”

And with that, he was gone, and Chan was a blushing mess. Even his boyfriend thought his outfit was beautiful.

Chan sat in their room for a bit as y/n made dinner, thinking about it. Maybe he wasn’t ready to tell the world, or even his band mates, but he was ready to tell y/n.

So he changed into a pair of sweats to be more comfortable. He left the crop top on, before making his way to the kitchen.

He saw y/n standing over the stove, and back hugged him.

Y/n immediately smiled, humming softly. He loved being in Chan’s arms, hell even having Chan in his own arms.

“For the last few months, I’ve been thinking about my gender identity, how it didn’t match what I grew up with, that I’m not a cis boy. Up until last week, I didn’t officially know what it was.” Chan explained, while hiding his face in y/ns neck.

And y/n stayed quiet, letting his boyfriend explain, letting him come out.

“I found the term non binary, and I felt like it fit me very much. And I wanted to experiment a bit, figure out my identity some more and what I was comfortable with, thats what you walked in on.”

Y/n smiled softly and turned around in Chan’s hold, cupping both of his cheeks. “I’m really proud of you Channie, for telling me all of this.”

Chan’s eyes watered as he nodded, leaning into his touch.

“What are your pronouns now? So I don’t misgender you?” Y/n asked, caressing one side of his cheeks.

“He/they maybe, sometimes I’m comfortable with she/her.” Chan explained, relaxing by the second.

“Alright, I’ll use he/they by default, but if you feel like a different pronoun or anything let me know okay?” Y/n said, smiling fondly at him.

Chan nodded and hugged him tightly, y/n immediately returning the hug.

“I love you so much Christopher, nothings gonna change that, in the end, you’re still you. Well- more you- but you know what I mean.” Y/n said, giggling at the end, even causing Chan to giggle too.

“I love you too y/n, thank you for loving me through this.” He mumbled, smiling happily. “And I know what you mean.”

“Good, now go sit down, foods almost done.” Y/n said, ushering him to the dining room.

Maybe Chan could do it, tell his friends, his family, maybe he was indeed strong enough, especially with y/n by his side.

(Ngl I was craving tteokbokki while writing this-)

[georgiapeach30513]

Are Beck and Aster having twins??? There’s 5 stars in the mood board, and I remember with Iris there was a comment somewhere about twins not being surprising or something along those lines because she’s a twin

Beck and Aster are having twins. There was five stars on the mood board, and Ellie's outfit also had a five one it. Yes, after the age of thirty your chances of having twins go up, and it's more likely to have multiples if your family has multiples. So I've teased you long enough with those three, let's look at when they find out what their having...and names 🥺

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Something Blue

Summary:  How many?  What’s the names?

Pairings:  Chris Beck X Aster Beck

Rating:  FLOOF

Warnings: minor mentions of jumping on the bed, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Aster Drysdale Masterlist

“Alright, you know the drill,” Aster jumps up on the table, and looks over at her dad.

“Are you FaceTiming him?” she asks.  Ransom goes to pulling out his phone while the tech readies the wand.  

“Hey, Starlight!  Papa, you need to keep your head way up top, because she’s not far enough along,” Ransom rolls his eyes at the ridiculously cheerful Beck.

“I’ve had more kids than you AstroBoy,” Ransom slumps back in his chair pointing the screen at the monitor.

“Okay, Aster, and...” the tech inserts the wand, and roams, around.  Ransom’s eyes squint at the screen, ultrasounds were never his forte.  “Ah, well...that makes sense.”

“Is that two beans in the sac?” Beck shouts.  “Holy dump wad, that’s...is that?”

Aster grimaces at the tech who starts giggling, “Yes, Dr. Beck, that’s two beans in the sac.  Do you know what that means?” she looks at Aster.  “Twins, but these are identical.”

“There are too many damn twins in this family,” Ransom grumps sitting back.  

“Hey, hey, point the camera at my beautiful wife.  She’s not speaking,” Ransom turns the camera over to her, and Aster is just in shock staring at the monitor.  “I told you it could happen.  Starlight, twins...that’s a buy one get one free deal here.  Wait, root around a bit more, is there more?”

“Beck!” Aster shouts, “No, no more babies.”

“You have said that a lot in your life, Az.  You realize that babies come from jumping on the bed, right?” Ransom gets the biggest smile on his face when Aster turns to look at him.  “Angel, you’re going to be an amazing mother to twins.  You got the best teacher there is.”

“Wait, am I high risk?”

“Not currently.”

“Okay, but you two, we don’t speak of this.  I’m pregnant, but we’re not talking about there being two until they’re named.  I want a surprise.  I don’t know why, because I normally hate surprises.  But I want it right now.  Daddy!” Ransom turns his head away from the monitor again to look at his oldest daughter.  “Mom can’t con you into telling her.  No matter what.  No jumping on the bed, no drinking the milkshake, no bikinis or letterman jackets okay?”

“You’re insulting.  You act like the only thing I think with is my..”

“When it comes to Mrs. D, that’s all you think about Mr. D.”

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Aster tries to use Beck’s body as a body pillow, and he turns however which way she wants, but it still isn’t comfortable.  “They’re just always there.”

“Starlight, that’s the point.  My boys have to keep cooking.,” Aster let’s a pitiful but satisfied sigh.  “That’s right, pretty girl, our boys.  Two of them.  You got two penises in you.”

“That was really gross,” Aster giggles slapping playfully at his stomach.  “I look like a balloon, and you’re still rock hard.”

“I mean, not all of me is rock hard,” he gives her a soft kiss to her neck, creating a trail down her chest, “But if you’re in the mood.  I can get that...”

“Ice cream!” Beck’s face falls flat.  “I think there’s some Moose Tracks in the freezer, let’s go,” she struggles to get out of the bed, but is successful, Beck following right behind her.  “Beck?” she asks scooping them both out bowls.  “Have you thought about names?”

“I’ve thought about making you tell me what you wanted to name them.  You did a good job with Eliana.”

“Yeah,” she licks off the ice cream from the scooper long and slow, “but I named her alone.  Mickey didn’t get a say.  I wanna know what you’re thinking.  Ooh, you wanna know what I was thinking?”

“What’s that?” he lifts up the spoon to give her a bite from his bowl, opting to just dump all the ice cream in one bowl.

“Celestial names,” Beck smirks over at her, but doesn’t respond.  “I mean, my name means star, you’ve been in the stars, and on the moon.  Celestial names.”

“Okay, names of stars,” he starts to think.

“No, not names of stars.  Could be constellations, or...”

“Orion,” she gives him a soft smile, taking another slow bite of the ice cream.  “It’s one of my favorite constellations.  Orion.”

“Orion, I like it.  What else you got?  I don’t know space.  I know Chris Beck, but not space.”

Beck laughs and thinks.  “I’m a Taurus,” Aster curls her nose up at him.  “Not Taurus, but...one of the stars in the constellation is Atlas.  He held up...”

“The Earth.  I like that story,” she speaks with a mouth full of ice cream.  “Orion and Atlas.  What about middle names?”

“Gemstones or rocks,” Aster gives him a funny look taking another bite, and slowly pulling out the spoon, savoring the taste.  Beck looks away having to explain himself.  “Yours and Iris’s middle names are gemstones.  So should our twins.”

“Moonbeam,” her voice whines.  “Something blue like your eyes.”

Beck gets out his phone and searches blue gemstones, “Sapphire?” Aster giggles shaking her head no, “Aquamarine?  Tanzanite? Topaz? Cobalt?  Opal?”

“Cobalt.  Cobalt blue!  Ooh um, Atlas Cobalt Beck.  Can I squeeze him?  Now Orion!  He’s gotta have a good strong name.  Something like rock hard...Beck, Stone.  Orion Stone Beck.  My goodness,” she looks down at her belly.  “Please keep cooking, but I want to hold and love on you two right now,” leaning over she takes the last bite of ice cream.  Flipping the spoon over, to slowly drag it over her tongue.

“Well I’m glad we named them.  I’ve been watching you eat ice cream for ten minutes, talking about being rock hard, and have to watch you with that spoon, now look at me.”

“Oh,” Aster’s eyes trail to her husband’s tented sweats.  “If you beat me to the bed room, we can jump on the bed.”

“Az, that’s not a fair wager.  You can’t...” she nods her head, and Beck bolts into the bedroom.  Getting himself ready for his Starlight.

Masterlist

[koumine]

Kou your a professional Obey Me Simp

Ya girl has been trying to find this fic where basically Solomon is a bitch and convinces MC to put a spell on our boy Lucifer so that he'll take a break, turns out the spell turned Lucifer into a horny cat boy and MC pegs him..... Did I mention we peg the rest of brothers who have also turned into a cat boys due to the spell as well

I need it so I can spread it everywhere and continue my Obey Me Brothers Cat Boy Agenda

Also our boys in skirts is really hot, has nothing to do with what I just said but it just came to mind and I figure I should bless you with the image as well-

Kou your a professional Obey Me Simp

you take that back. 🤣 I have failed to earn this title because I wasn't able to find that fic for you lmao. I tried. I really gave it a proper fucking try and couldn't find it on either Tumblr or AO3. 😭😭😭 it's a damn shame, I'd love to read it myself. And to help you spread the Cat Boy Agenda.

Thank you for the skirt thoughts blessing! As consolation, here are some further OM! boys in skirts ideas:

Lucifer:

ankle-length, with neat pleats, black (of course)

occasionally he might deign to wear a knee-length skirt with some dark tights. bonus points if it's a black skirt with a layer of red fabric on the inside, because Aesthetic ™

Mammon:

tight white leather miniskirt for going to the club baybeeee

also I think he'd look good in light-washed denim, rips optional

Leviathan:

Ruri-chan cosplay. of course

soft pastel pink miniskirt with a soft fuzzy pink sweater aaaa (credit to my friend E for this one); bonus if it's a cropped sweater

deep indigo mid-calf-length skirt for when he's in his true form, and his tail peeks out the bottom

Satan

I'm going to forcibly upgrade his fashion sense and give him a floor-length slinky satin skirt in navy blue, with a side slit that goes way up

or classic librarian chic: gray tweed pencil skirt that can go with his everyday top

Asmodeus

white and pink floral, mid thigh length, with soft ruffles

a really tight miniskirt in stretchy white fabric, to maximally show off his ass

Beelzebub

big poofy skirt with lots of layers because the idea of it making him happy to floof it around is making me happy

however if Asmo dresses him, he will end up wearing some kind of stretchy jersey skirt that's tight enough to show off the dump truck ass that he definitely has

Belphegor

anything that has pockets and is comfortable enough to sleep in

bonus points if it has a cow print

little black dress! with a tight skirt down to mid thigh!

Simeon

oh sweet hells I have too many Simeon outfit ideas. I plan to draw them eventually 😅

floor length dark green velvet skirt with high slits on both sides. matching long-sleeved crop top with an off-the-shoulder shallow-v neckline.

cheery yellow sundress with a flowy knee-length skirt

Diavolo

Diavolo in a miniskirt, Diavolo in a miniskirt [because of this post]

a teeny tiny little red pleated miniskirt

a tight mid-thigh skirt in black, with diagonal white stripes bc I think it's fun

Solomon

this outfit with a dress worn by fem!Solomon, but actually he'll wear it whenever he damn well pleases

knee-length A-line skirt with a pretty blue gradient, with black tights with little mesh cutouts in curvy shapes

Barbatos

slightly off theme but I have this headcanon of Barbatos wearing silk nightgowns to bed, so like a nice pale green one that goes down to mid-thigh. long, loose sleeves, maybe a bit of lace edging

one of those skirts that's shorter in the front and longer in the back, with a teal gradient that matches his Aesthetic ™, and black tights

[faceglitchsworld]

@seohotonin

[kiisaes]

Bakugo Katsuki

Why I like them

honestly there’s so many things i love about bakugou but i don’t think i could even explain them properly??? he’s the most dynamic character in the series to me, and his development is handled with such care it makes me suuuper happy :’) i like how he’s very slowly but dramatically realizing his faults and that he needs to change in order to become strong, but strong in his own way instead of in the way society pushes. yes he has anger issues and is a huge pissbaby but i love him for it and it just makes him a much more entertaining character!!

Why I don’t

i hate bakugou’s personality in s1, but like,,, i’m pretty sure everyone did LOL

Favorite episode (scene if movie)

the little scene in s3 when he was all confused and he was looking around all lost, poofy blond hair floofing along,,, so cute!!!

!!! ANYWAY MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS FOR CHAPTERS 284, 285, 286 BELOW !!!

SERIOUSLY!!! SPOILERS!!! DON’T SAY I DIDN’T WARN YOU!!!

when bakugou’s body “moved on its own” to protect deku and taking the life-threatening hits from shiggy....let me tell you how hard i cried I CRIED VERY HARD. oh and when he confirmed that he wants to help deku train and sees it as his atonement too. that too. tears. i felt tears. that’s called CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, BABY

!!! OK SPOILERS OVER !!!

!!!

Favorite season/movie

any season post s1 is a pro-bakugou season for me :’) and bakugou in both movies was also super cool! (though bakugou in the second movie was obviously on a whole nother level)

Favorite line

“WHY WAS I THE ONE WHO HAD TO END ALL MIGHT?” or whatever he said about all might’s retirement

also (!!! CHAPTER 286 SPOILERS !!!) “don’t go... playing... hero... by yourself...”

Favorite outfit

his winter hero outfit!!!

OTP

bakudeku jkfdkjadfkjakjf

Brotp

bakugou and kirishima

i also think bakugou and todoroki would be fucking hilarious, please give us more of these two idiots

Head Canon

bakugou is hard of hearing/deaf due to how loud his explosions are; consequently he knows sign language!

this is a popular one but he’s an incredibly talented chef (i know this came out of him literally just chopping vegetables really fast and confidently but like. wouldn’t it be funny if this angry man was a god at cooking.)

i think bakugou’s softer than he thinks he is, but he keeps overcompensating because he thinks it’s weak to feel soft emotions. but deep down he’s a big softie he just doesn’t know how to handle it so he comes off as emotionally constipated

Unpopular opinion

i think middle school bakugou gets way too much flack -- yeah he told deku to k*ll himself but 1.) he was 14-15 and all 14-15 year olds are awful and 2.) after putting his entire character development into perspective, he likely said it because he either wanted to discourage deku into becoming a hero so heavily (due to fearing that deku would get hurt if he tried since he didn’t have a quirk), he jumped to extremes, or he thought that bullying a quirkless would establish his place on the social hierarchy, something he cared really deeply about ever since he was little

i think he was still an assface and middle schoolers suck anyway but he was nonetheless pretty young; people treat him like he’s unchangable despite just being a young teen and not even experiencing the world properly yet. the entire series puts some serious focus on his development and i think s1 bakugou should be taken with a grain of salt, used as a starting point so we can overall see how much he grows throughout the story

A wish

bakugou please for the love of god, be friends with deku again. you know you want it.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen

if bakugou dies i will eat my table

5 words to best describe them

strong, resolute, complicated, explosive, heroic

My nickname for them

bakubitch

explody boy

sparky sparky boom man

kacchan :)

thanks for asking!

[98prilla]

Seeking Oblivion

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AO3

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Gray. Everything and nothing and the world was gray. He couldn’t even see his own hand in front of his face, his own being felt strange, not quite solid, on this endless realm of empty nothing that clouded everything.

 But there was one thing, something, pulsing softly at the edge of his senses, dim and distant but there.

 “Roman!” he shouted, voice bouncing and ricocheting back at him in a choir of calls, somehow louder than he'd been to start with.

 He spun towards the feeling, taking off after it, pulling once more at the bond, feeling him closer, but no more responsive, still frustratingly, emptily, terrifyingly blank.

 The farther he got into the gray, the harder it was to keep moving, some force slowing him, until pushing forwards with all his might barely moved him a step.

 But he could see something. He grit his teeth, summoned all his strength, and shoved, suddenly through.

The gray was behind, a bubble over this space, one he could somehow feel used to be larger, one he could feel shrinking and cracking, only a matter of time until the gray swept in and devoured it all.

 And on a stone pedestal before him was Roman, arms crossed over his chest, still as stone, pale as ivory. His outfit was leeched of color, his sash a pale, faded pink, his gold epaulets a faint yellow, the shine corroded and rusting away.

 His heart clenched and he reached out, eyes widening as he felt Roman's cheek. It didn’t just look like ivory, it was cold, solid stone. Roman was turned to stone.

 He stumbled back, screaming as he saw a crack form across Roman's legs, spreading up his body, diverging into hairline fractures that threatened to send him crumbling to rubble.

…

“Remus!”

 His eyes snapped open, and he heaved in a choked breath, eyes wild and wide as he saw more of the gray, the devouring gray, and Roman, he had to find Roman, and someone was screaming, and oh, it was him.

 He snapped his mouth shut, swallowing the scream still lingering in his throat, feeling hands on his shoulders, realizing Patton was kneeling before him, eyes wide and worried behind his glasses.

 He focused instead on Patton's face, cataloging the rounded wire frames, counting the freckles that bridged his nose, the floof to his disheveled bed head, realizing only at Patton’s small giggle that one of his hands had unconsciously found its way into his hair. It was very soft, a bit like petting a fluffy cat. Maybe Patton’s hair was just a cat, and he’d put it on his head and trained it to stay still so no one would realize he had a pet he was allergic to.

 “It’s not a cat, kiddo, just my hair.” Patton giggled, making Remus realize he'd spoken out loud. “you okay, kiddo? You woke up screaming.” He took a deep breath, surprised that Patton hadn’t pulled away yet, hadn’t told him to get off, hadn’t shoved him away in disgust.

 “Remus?” Virgil asked, and his eyes snapped to his, surprised again to see softness instead of the fear he was used to.

 “roman… I saw Roman…” he whispered, disentangling himself from Patton with a grateful glance towards the moral side as he kept ahold of his hand, the touch keeping him from losing hold of his sanity as he stood, still shaky. “not… not him, really, but the Imagination’s manifestation of him, of… of his form, of what he’s feeling or… fuck, I don’t know, I don’t know how to explain it! It’s just… it’s bad. It’s what we already knew. It’s all crumbling down, and soon so will Roman if we can’t fix whatever the hell he did to himself because he thought none of you loved him anymore!” He rants, having let go of Patton at some point, pacing once more, arms swinging wildly.

 “He thinks… we don’t love him?” Patton asked, and he looked at the moral side incredulously.

 “Um. Duh? He was a mess, yesterday. He was basically told everything he’d ever done to try and be good like you wanted meant nothing, that giving up the callback meant nothing, that trusting Janus was bad, but now trusting Janus is good, and being selfish is good, even though before it was bad, and everything that he’d been doing to try and be good was actually hurting everybody else! And then, you-“ Remus spun, pointing at Janus, eyes burning, “You basically called him evil, called him me, which is his worst fear, and none of you stepped in to say otherwise! So yeah, he thinks no one wants him anymore, dipshits!” He yelled angrily, glaring around at the somewhat stricken sides. “Except you, Virgil, you were dealing with your own shit.” He threw in after a moments thought. “Now come on!” He turned on his heel and stomped away, taking the lead, following the thread connecting him to Roman, trying and failing to pull at it and get any response from his other half, not really caring if the others were following or even keeping up.

 “I didn’t mean to hurt him… I just thought he needed space.” Patton whispered, feeling almost stuck in place as he pictured Roman’s face before he sunk out, on the verge of tears, hugging himself tightly.

 “I know, Patton. But a lot of people got hurt yesterday, by the both of us.” Janus murmured, looking ahead to where Logan and Virgil walked, nearly in step, Remus already disappearing into the fog.

 “how do I fix any of this? How… what if I can’t?” Patton asked desolately, looking up at Janus with those wide, puppy dog eyes.

 “You can, and you will. You always do, Pat.” He replied, squeezing Patton’s shoulder once, before pulling him into motion. “Just one step at a time.”

…

 It could have been hours later or mere minutes, when they reached the base of the tower. There was no sense of time there, no sense of anything, and the only thing keeping any of them from going mad from it was the worry that grew with every step.

 Then, suddenly, they were there.

 It was like stepping into a bubble of preserved Imagination. Suddenly, there was green grass underfoot, butterflies flitting from wildflower to wildflower, the colors bright and disorienting after so long in the gray. There was sun again, and fluffy clouds, and blue sky, a sweet, summer breeze lazily gusting by.  

 And in the center of it all, was the tower. It spiraled up, up, up, so high that even craning his neck all the way back, Virgil couldn’t quite see the very top of it. He eyeballed the bricks, but at a distance, they all looked solid. He was about to ask Remus if he’d be able to make something, in this uncorrupted sphere of the imagination, when a roar shook the ground.

 Suddenly the sun was blocked out by a huge shadow, and both Virgil and Janus shoved the others back, stumbling after them, as a huge thump sent them all sprawling. Looking back, Virgil sucked in a breath. Of course. Of course Princey couldn’t make an impossible tower, it also had to have a guardian.

 It was a dragon, a giant, fiery red dragon, golden scales interspersed among the ruby red, and it glinted like fire as it flared its wings, roaring once more, a sound that knocked them all further back, sent Virgil’s heart pounding, because it was huge, its talons taller than he was, teeth bared in a low growl as it watched them, slowly approaching.

 “I suggest a tactical retreat.” Logan murmured, trying to stay as still as possible, so as not to trigger the dragon’s hunting instincts.

 “Please, I’ve fought dragons thousands of times, and Roman’s aren’t even venomous!” Remus scoffed.

 “Yes, but that was with the power of the imagination. You can’t conjure here, Remus, you’re at a distinct disadvantage.” Janus cut in, grabbing onto Remus’s wrist before he could lose control and lunge at the beast.

 “Um, guys, we better do something, otherwise we’re gonna be dragon food!” Virgil hissed, unable to pull his eyes away from the furious dragon, who was now snorting smoke out of its nostrils, and he could practically see the fire burning in its belly, ready to erupt at any moment and burn them all to ashes, and then they’d all die just like that, and oh god, Thomas really was going to be a potato, wasn’t he-

 “Patton!” Janus hissed, and his eyes shot up, heart freezing in his chest as they all were broken out of their argument, Patton halfway across the clearing to the thundering, scaled beast.

 “Guys, it’s ok.” Patton said, shooting them all a small, worried smile, hands shaking as he approached the dragon, covering his ears as it roared again, right in his face, hearing the others’ sharp intakes of breaths.

 “hey, bud. It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you, m’kay?” He said softly, hands raised in the air, eyes looking down at the ground, peeking at the dragon from the corners of his eyes. He saw the dragon nervously kneading the ground, and lowered his hands to his sides. “You’re scared, aren’t you?” The dragon puffed indignantly in his face, wings flapping once, hard enough to knock him onto his butt. He smiled gently, looking up at the dragon, who’s entire focus was on him now, eyes narrowed as it tried to figure him out.

 “I’m scared too. We came looking for our friend, cause we know he’s in trouble. He’s… he’s had a tough time, recently, y’know? That’s why you’re here too, right? To take care of Roman?” He asked, tilting his head, the dragon slowly blinking once, almost like cats do, to show trust. “You’re protecting him, aren’t you? Trying to keep all the bad stuff away.” It’s not really a question, but the dragon seemed to nod, settling down on the ground, still watching Patton warily. He sighed.

 “and we’re part of what hurt him, so you’re trying to keep us away, keep us from hurting him more. I get it. But… but we want to help. This place is falling apart, cause of whatever is happening up there, and we can stop it. We have to stop it. Otherwise… otherwise I lose one of my kiddos, and I can’t…” He swiped his eyes with his sleeve, unable to help the sniffles overtaking him, all if it really just hitting him, that he could lose Roman forever.

 “I’d miss him. I’d miss him so, so much, I don’t think I could stand it. And I just want to help him feel better. I just want to tell him how much I love him, and I can’t, and I understand why he’d need space, but he didn’t need to leave…” He was crying, now, full on, messy tears dripping down his face.

 Then suddenly there was warmth against him, and he looked up to see the dragon nuzzling him with its snout, and with a small, broken wail, he hugged back, the dragon curling around him, resting its head in his lap as he pet it and cried and told it everything that had happened, everything that he’d wished he’d done differently, every way he was going to show Roman he was so, so, so, loved when they got him back, because they would get him back, they had to!

 Eventually, he cried himself out, hiccupping slightly as he stroked the dragon’s nose, wiping away the last of his tears.

 “you’re a good listener, huh? You’re a good dragon, too. Thank you, for looking after him.” Patton mumbled, kissing the top of its head softly. The dragon rumbled, almost a purr, and a small smile cracked through his misery as he drew back, sighing as he stared up at the tower. “will you let us through? We just… we wanna make things right.” He whispered, the dragon pulling back, looking at him hard for a long, endless moment, before dipping his head, and stretching out a wing, an invitation to climb aboard. He felt something in his heart lift as he turned back to the others, watching him with varying amounts of amazement and concern.

 “Well? Are you coming?” He echoed Remus, from what felt like years ago, a hopeful smile on his face as they all approached.

 “Is… is this really safe? Like, its not gonna drop us, or anything, right?” Virgil asked, glancing at the dragon a bit distrustfully.

 “It’ll be fine, Virg. I promise.” Virgil sighed, muttering something about going out with a bang, before gingerly climbing up the dragon’s wing, sitting between two of its spine spikes.

 “I’ll go make sure he doesn’t panic himself into falling off.” Janus commented with an eye roll, climbing up next. Logan simply gave him a small nod, his eyes somehow conveying all of his thanks and astonishment, as well as admonishment for putting himself in harm’s way.

 “Remus?” He asked softly, the last one to not board, looking up at the top of the tower’s spiral.

 “What if it really is like my dream? What if he’s crumbled to nothing but rubble?”

 “He hasn’t. This wouldn’t still be here, if he already had gone. We can do this, Ree. We all can. Together.” Remus stared a moment at Patton’s outstretched hand, taking a shuddering breath as he clasped it firmly in his, pulling Patton into a hug before he could stop himself.

 “thank you. For being so nice to me.” He mumbled, before he pulled away, springing up the dragon’s wing, Patton right behind, a slight frown playing on his lips. He’d have to make a point of including Remus more, inviting him to family events, him and Janus both.

 Because… because they were, part of the family. Family fought and squabbled and yelled and disagreed, but family loved each other, in the end, were only trying to look out for each other, even when that meant butting heads. They were his kiddos now, too, and he was determined that no one ever feel unwanted, ever again.

[theteapotofdoom]

Do you have any headcanons about new BlackMagic dads bringing newborn Tenko home from the hospital/adoption agency? Maybe some stuff from the first few months or year adapting to parenting their lil floof?

I AM SO WEAK FOR THIS AU … I love BlackMagic and I love baby Tenko being happy and safe, so this is the holy grail.

So I mean depending on how much you stick to canon there would be a whole lot of acclimatisation and just working on making Tenko feel safe in his new hope. But for now, I want to focus on the fluff and the happy parenting because I feel like this is what we all need right now, and also because I already kind of explore Kurogir and Shig dealing with the trauma in Something Good, and I feel like I would mostly be repeating myself here.

They. Are. Both. So. Excited!!!

Maybe a little too excited. They’ve been preparing for years now (adoption services be like that) and they have planned everything, they made so many lists, took so many classes, read so many books, talk to so many people … but suddenly, Tenko is here. And weirdly enough, none of that stuff seems to matter anymore? Suddenly, he’s here and everything is smooth and easy. And a little chaotic.

Again, depending on how old he is when they get him, there could be so many different scenarios. Just … imagine these two distinguished gays sitting on their couch completely still, holding the smol floof baby Tenko in their arms and just looking at him for hours and hours. They barely move at all, they’re just looking at him and gasping every time he blinks. At some point, he yawns and they both start crying. Absolute clowns. Both of them.

Kurogiri refuses to let Sako swear in front of the baby and they lowkey argue about it because Sako is like “HE IS AN INFANT he won’t remember hearing shit” and Kurogiri is like “NO IT WILL STAY IN HIS TINY BRAIN FOREVER”

Sako just likes to swear okay? It actually becomes a problem when Tenko is a toddler learning how to speak, he has to control his tongue now. But, ironically, Tenko learns his first “fuck” from Kurogiri. Poor mist dad is always so careful and swears, like, one time every thirty years, but that was all it took. Tenko heard it. And repeated it. Kurogiri had a mental breakdown over it. Sako thought it was hilarious.

“Honey please calm down” “I am a DISGRACE …” “My darling, you slipped, it can happen, but it’s okay we will just …” “I HAVE LOST MY DAD RIGHTS SAKO …”

Also just … pure soft fluff.

Like … just the three of them all sleeping in the same bed all tangled up together. Or napping on the couch, or even directly on the floor after they all played for hours. Or maybe they have a garden and they all sleep outside in the fresh grass.

The three of them!!! Gardening!!! Together!!! Holy shit!!! They have matching gardener outfits because these dads are STYLING and they want their boy to look good as well. They teach him the different seeds and how to take care of plants and vegetables … Tenko is listening but also just playing with the earth because it’s one of the rare things he can actually touch without worrying. 

That’s all I have for now, but I love them so much, I will never be tired of discussing THEM!!!

[zayphyr]

birthday baby

pairing: neighbours!woojoong x bestfriend!reader

genre: pure floof :)

warnings: none!

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you open your eyes to the repeated ringing of your doorbell, and groggily check the alarm clock on your bedside table

6:02 am,,,, on the first day of your break,,,

whoever's on the other side of your front door better have a real good reason, you think as you get off the bed and run your fingers through your hair

"what?"

"hAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!"

a very excited hongjoong stands before you in a bright green jacket with a chunky blue sweater underneath

(the light hits his platinum blonde hair beautifully, you mentally note)

your best friend's holding a massive wrapped box in his arms, smiling (almost literally) from ear to ear

it's waY too early in the morning for your heart to do whatever it's doing now

you take a whole good five minutes to realise it is, in fact, your birthday, and he really is standing in front of you like that,,

"oh, right, thank you" and motion for him to finally step inside

which he happily does, and places the massive box on your table

"tadaa!"

"okay, what's in the box?"

"why don't you open to find out?"

his eyes are practically sparkling now

you slowly take apart the pretty, pastel pink wrapping, carefully taking away the tape

till he eventually intervenes and rips it off bc he's too excited for you to see what's inside

opening the box, you see a mASSIVE soft brown teddy nearly your height

you read the powder blue tag around its neck and chuckled

'for when you miss me too much! rosebud here's gonna keep you and pororo the penguin company'

"aww joongie, I love it so much!!"

you bury your face into its fluffy, soft arms

"heyyy, rosebud's for when you miss me, I'm right here now", he pouts waiting with open arms

you laugh and squish your face into his sweater instead, breathing in his scent while he holds you close and ruffles your hair

you shuffle into the kitchen to make coffee for the both of you

"joong, I love you and all, but it's six in the morning, you could've given it to me later. why are you even awake?"

"it's my bestest baby's birthday!! how could I waste any precious hours of the day sleeping??"

you roll your eyes slightly and smile to yourself, while he comes over to where you are

"I'm going right back to sleep after coffee, mind you. I gotta catch up for the nights I spent finishing up all those assignments"

you place two coffee mugs on the table beside him- your black ralts themed one and his yellow sylveon one

(yeS he has his own coffee mug, that's how often he's at your place)

"yeah, there's no way I'm letting you do that today of all days, you have the whole rest of the month to catch up on it anyway."

"but joong, whyyy? just let me sleeeeeep" you pout

"cute, but that's not gonna work today. the whole reason I asked about your agenda for the day was because you'll have to clear it! I have a lot of things planned so all you need to do is follow me~"

he emphasises on the last word by putting his hands on his cheeks, making a flower out of his face

while your face decides it's a good time to heat up

"you know, you're really lucky you're cute"

*cue nervous laughter from your side*

before he could respond, your doorbell rings,,, again

"wh-"

you open the door only to be greeted by a massive bear hug

"happy bIRTHDAY Y/N!! we have so many things to do and places to go and it's gonna be amazing, I'm so thankful you exist and you're gonna have to get ready quick because-"

you only hope he doesn't notice your heart beating a wHOLE lot faster than usual

laughing, you pull away to see the other half of your best bud duo

aka a very hyped wooyoung, also dressed warm, in a deep red jacket on the multiple layers he has on over his white tee

"I really don't get why you guys are so excited, I nearly forgot I was turning a year older today"

"guys? oh no-"

"beat you to it, woo"

hongjoong speaks up in the doorway, arms folded over his chest with a pretty smug smile on his face

"come oN, don't you have work today??"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"ugh fiiine, but we're first gonna get breakfast at this place I found that she'll love"

"cool with me, so long as we go to the carnival next"

"and I'm driving"

"yeah no, that's out of question"

"but I've got her a little something and it's in my car"

he tries pouting to get his way, key word here being *tries*

"please, I'm practically immune to those. your car, but there's nO way I'm letting you drive after last week"

wooyoung turns his attention to you, yawning, still in the hallway

"y/n, go get dressed!!"

he walks you by the shoulders to your room and then joins hongjoong on the couch

you hear their voices over the muffled noises of the tv

"I want coffee too!! where's my mug? get me some, hyung"

"I'm busy, get it yourself"

"you're literally just watching someone talk about walls"

"yeah and?? I'm learning more about cement than you ever will"

you smile to yourself while you open your wardrobe to decide on an outfit

it sure is gonna be a long, tiring day for the butterflies in your tummy

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this is a lil oneshot I wrote for my baby kiwi @extraterestirol 💘 I was supposed to post it on her birthday but oh weLL,, hope you liked it regardless! 💌

[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT 3X13 - Witch Hunt

Hey! What’s Zelena’s favorite food?

A sand-WITCH, of course!

...Got it. Shutting up. Review’s below. Read it, bitches.

Press Release

Emma arrives in Storybrooke with Henry and reunites with her friends and family, only to discover that no one remembers how they were transported back - or the past year they had spent back in Fairy Tale Land. But Emma is sure that someone in town is responsible for this new curse and teams up with Regina in an attempt to uncover their identity. Meanwhile, in the Fairy Tale Land that was during the past year, Regina, with the aid of Robin Hood, attempts to break into her castle, which has been overtaken by the Wicked Witch.

Main Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

Regina and Zelena’s first meeting is just straight-up iconic! The buildup to it is incredible, with little hints scattered all around the episode that the two are related and that Zelena’s power is a completely different horse than Regina’s, even down to the color. But there’s this sense of relation because of how sassy the two of them are.

“Despite my shortcomings, I’ve made something of myself.” This whole scene perfectly characterizes Zelena. Regina has been a force of antagonism for a lot of people, but no one has had the strength to truly do something about it. The most that could be done is a level of subduing her or having Henry tame her. But now, an interesting balance was struck. Zelena is more powerful than Regina and puts her on the prowl with that sense of antagonism BUT there’s also another layer to it. She allows for the integrity of Regina’s character development to stay intact. Because her beef is with something Cora did and pointed at Regina for superficial reasons -- that of being born (And holy crap, I just noticed a parallel between this and the Daniel incident and that’s a topic for another day), Regina is still able to be a hero without coming across as torturing someone she already hurt. Mix this in with that gorgeous green all over Rebecca Mader’s body and various pieces of iconography and you have something truly cool!

Present

I really like the handling of the confusion and paranoia throughout the town.

Leroy (The embodiment of the town’s voice at large) as well as the rest of the “rabble” blaming Regina make a lot of sense to me. As I pointed out last time, while our mains have bonded with Regina and understand the depth of her love for Henry, the rest of the town hasn’t had those experiences. They’ve just seen her as the woman who cursed the kingdom and threatened them at nearly every public appearance she’s ever made. And seeing Emma and Regina aware of that and using it to their advantage was utterly fantastic! It’s a really methodical approach that speaks to how self aware they’ve become.

It’s such a clever plan too! The only thing that holds it back from being a straight-up success is their lack of knowledge about Regina and Zelena’s relation. And seeing everything play out is satisfying!

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-Wicked always WIIIIIIIINNNNNNSSSSSSS!

-”A family could live on what this is worth. And she just left it all behind.” That begs the question: DID she leave that stuff behind? I mean, Regina dressed very differently in Storybrooke than she did in the Enchanted Forest, but why leave the jewels?!

-I like how Zelena uses magic for all the things that a normal person would use it for. Getting dressed is a pain? Use fucking magic for it!

-ROLAND! The precious baby!!!

-”I’m ALWAYS thinking about Henry.” Awwwwww!!!

-Go Mama Mills! Monkey’s flying at an adorable kid and Regina swoops in and saves him! Noice!

-Damn, Regina! That is a high quality toy you made!

-I love how whether they read the story or not, everyone just KNOWS that Snow can talk to birds.

-”Smart money’s on yes.” Why yell at him Snow? He’s not wrong! Pessimistic, maybe, but that’s literally in his fucking name!

-”He’ll show up Swan. He always does.” I really wish this line was said in good faith, but Killian’s eye roll makes me think it’s ship war nonsense. Dude! Neverland’s over! Let’s be done with the machismo!

-”The bookworm’s right.” Look at that little side eye.

-”Oz? That place is real?” Aww! Cute Snow/Emma parallel for later when she discovers the Wicked Witch is real.

-”We we cell mates.” Ginny’s freakin’ tone during that exchange! Yes, you, Mary Margaret, in your most preppy-prep school voice and manner, were definitely in a cell! XD

-Dude! That Regal Believer exchange was just the saddest thing in the world! Regian can hardly move, so much so that Emma basically has to usher her out to not cause even more of a scene.

-As a side note, I love Regina’s Storybrooke outfit in this episode!

-Emma and Regina’s exchange in Granny’s alcove is just so amazing! Emma’s not without her reasons to distrust Regina and makes that clear and Regina’s aware enough of that but not without reservations of her own to Emma’s accusatory nature.

-How much you want to bet Granny recommended the crossbow to Little John?!

-Okay, so I am a total carnivore and I laughed my ass off when that arrow missed! XD

-I love how Rebecca Mader is dressed so down that a shot and a music swell is needed to show off who she is.

-”Who knew an Evil Queen had a soft spot for children?” You pressed the Henry button, Robin. You shouldn’t have done that.

-”I may have done bad things in my life, but at least I own it.” Regina, NONE of that works the way you think it does. For one thing, a good portion of your time prior to the curse (As well as after it), you denied you were the Evil Queen. For another, admitting you’re bad doesn’t do anything to lessen the effects of the bad things you do. Regina, Reggie-kins! You were doing so well!

-”I inadvertently put her in harm’s way during a job.” I love how freakin’ vague this line is. Like, I feel like there was a “Murder Most Foul”-esque red herring twist -- even more so than the one we got -- that would gel with a Robin flashback (Which was desperately needed).

-I love how this is framed as Henry not being himself because he’s not reacting to baby stuff, but he’s a freakin’ kid! I’d be telling her to buzz off as well!

-”Baby’s are stronger than you think.” Did you enjoy that double entendre, Jane? XD Because I did!

-I like how magic has a scientific element to it occasionally. For just as much as it’s a matter of talent or an ability by birth, magic can be learned and some of the strongest practitioners got to where they are by studying their asses off. There’s a diversity to it that reflects the diversity of skills.

-”I know just who to tell.” Yes, Regina!!! You told the embodiment of the town at large!!! Awesome decision!

-Nurse! Stick the fucking syringe in Little John! Yeah, he’s acting weird, but he’s not attacking just yet, so get a move on!

-”I’m a doctor, not a vet.” We REALLY need to get a magical vet on staff. I feel like Storybrooke has way too many animal problems to not have one.

-I love Regina and Emma’s conversation about stakeouts! It’s so subdued and domestic and FUNNY! XD

-Aww! Henry has friends! I wonder if said friends are wondering what the hell happened to Henry. Like, are there fics akin to “Stand By Me” where his friend group goes looking for him? Does Henry still text them? There’s a fucking story here!

-“Enough with the martyr complex, Regina. Try growing up without a mother.” ...She has a twinge of a point there, Regina.

-”They’re both dead.” I love how Rebecca Mader plays off learning that information. Like, her facial expressions there are divine!

-Has anyone ever written a fic where Zelena DID make the time traveling spell and used it on her terms?

-”Someone to destroy.” OMFG! Lana’s face! I fucking love it!

-”Why’d she tell you all of this?” Dude, she said two pieces of info that are the most general topics in the world when dealing with kids.

-”Maybe we can stop for ice cream.” BAD IDEA!

-”He took on simian form with the added bonus of wings.” A touch redundant, Killian.

-”Seriously? She’s real too?” I love that adorably innocent way that line is given! It’s so cute!

-OMG! I love the Rumple reveal! First, we see some straw. Then we see a male’s hand. Finally, we see his rugged and haggard face! That was so small, but so good!

-Rumple’s poor floof! It’s all gross!

-Rumple’s cage outfit looks more Weaver than Rumple! XD

-Okay, seeing Rumple not in makeup and acting crazy may quite possibly be the scariest thing in this series!

Arcs - How Are These Storylines Progressing?

The Wicked Witch - Damn! Rebecca Mader plays Zelena playing a midwife flawlessly! It’s up there with Pan as just amazing! Also, Zelena is freakin’ clever as hell! She takes full advantage of her knowledge of the people of Storybrooke to get exactly what she needs. And as I mentioned before, the flashback scenes perfectly characterize her. She’s sinister, has greater depth to her, and is just so cool! And speaking of cool, while the player (Zelena) is revealed to the audience, there’s a great element of mystery still going on, keeping the season from just feeling like a waiting game. Why is everyone being turned into monkeys vampire-style? What happened during that year? Who knows!

Regina’s Redemption - Like with the past few episodes, I really enjoy Regina’s character development. We’re starting to enter the payoff stage of her redemption as she further grows on better terms with everyone and protecting not just herself and Henry, but others too.

Killian’s Redemption - “Is he alive?” I love the way that Killian’s eyes just show that it’s something he’s genuinely concerned about. Absent is the snarkier, less mature version of himself and here, we have a Killian who recognizes that a good person’s life is in jeopardy and genuinely just doesn’t want him to be dead.

Favorite Dynamic

Regina and Emma. Who fucking else? The friendliness between these two set up by Regina’s fake memories and her means of stopping the curse perfectly allows for the niceness between the two of them to fit like a glove! It’s not full on best friend niceness, but it’s a niceness that reflects what they did for each other in “Coming Home” and reflects well on their history.

Writer

Here we have Jane Espenson flying solo as the writer of this episode! She did a fantastic job. The stories throughout the segments are very simple, but the complexity is allowed to shine through the intricacies of the characters. The dialogue and thought processes of everyone are exceptionally well handled and there’s a lot of comedy that just works so well!

Rating

Golden Apple. While I normally reserve a Golden Apple for something with a bit more of a thematic resonance, the execution of the stories here is so good that it doesn’t need a theme in that way. The story and writing are exceptionally good here, playing it simple, but smart and allowing the nuances to speak for themselves. There’s a lot of great elements and great and iconic moments here. It’s a fun step on the journey of this new arc.

Flip My Ship - The Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”

Swan Fire - For all of the worrying that Neal does for Emma, it’s really heartwarming to see how much she worries about him!

Outlaw Queen - I feel like for purposes of full disclosure, I should preface this by saying that I’m not a super strong Outlaw Queen shipper. That said, I want to like them (As I want to like all things), and I’m really liking them in 3B (I liked them the first time around in my initial watch of 3B too)! Lana and Sean have good chemistry and the writing gives them a nice bit of banter. You get the feeling that while they don’t despise each other, they’re not on good terms and that trust has to build between them. And because this is early on in Robin’s existence, he’s allowed to be a simpler character. The love story between them starts out simple and to the point, allowing for it to be a great romance story.

Swan Queen - You really see the developed faith and trust between Emma and Regina and it’s so nice to see them being much more open with each other. Look at their dialogue in the office and how honest and kind they are to each other and it’s night-and-day compared to Season 1, but so well built! And look at those gentle smiles! It’s so sweet!! The payoff here is just so good!

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I’m so glad I was able to get more in-depth about this episode! Thank you all for reading and to those fabulous folks at @watchingfairytales!

Next time, we’ll see another looming presence that towers over our heroes. ;)

Season 3 Total (126/220)

Writer’s Scores: Adam and Eddy (39/60) Kalinda Vazquez (17/40) Andrew Chambliss (27/50) Jane Espenson (20/30) David Goodman (20/40) Robert Hull (20/40) Christine Boylan (20/20)* Daniel Thomsen (20/30) * Indicates that their work for the season is complete

Operation Rewatch Archives

[mysticallumine]

Robotic Shance

It was a new era. Robots roamed the streets after those who were wealthy enough to own one. They did everything, anything the owner told them to. The robots were slowly becoming a threat for those who used the bots for bad. Murder was the first conviction that made the bots a bad idea. It was worse for the robot than it was for the master, the bots were accused of completely doing it on their own. Humans believed the human saying they didn't give the bot that order than the actual bot who said they were only following orders.

It was a cruel world for most bots, many of them were shut down and kept in a cell until they could be reprogrammed. Others, who did major crimes, were taken apart limb by limb. They couldn't feel physical pain but they could feel pain emotionally and mentally. Watching themselves get ripped apart was traumatizing for bots and some were never able to get over the events.

On top of bots being convicted of murder or being tortured, they were badly treated commonly by humans. If they were sent out alone, they would be tripped or sometimes the bot would come home without an arm. It really was cruel on how the bots were treated. Those who hated bot treatement protested or were sent outside the city to live in the dying country side.

Humans got bots mainly for the daily labor they were too lazy to do themselves. Anything the humans didn't want to do, they made the bots do them. Some bots were appointed to those who were disabled. Since the mental hospitals or just general hospitals were filling quickly from bot attacks, patients were sent away with a robot to take care of them.

Robots who were taking care of their disabled master were the most treated badly. Humans didn't think robots were the correct caretakers for other humans, they thought they weren't good enough to take care of one of their precious fellow humans. The bots who took care of their human had a very visible Red Cross on their forehead, making them even more vulnerable to being attacked.

Lance had a bot, one of those that took care of him. After trying to commit suicide many times, the mental hospital sent him away with a bot. As much as Lance said he didn't want one, they pushed the robot onto him and he was only left with the decision to keep it.

His bot was a male, a law that was executed so the human and bot don't fall in love. The bot's name was Shiro, a bulky, well built bot that always greeted Lance with a smile. Lance, still unhappy about having a bot, never returned the smile and only ignored him. Lance was one of the few people who hated that bots were a thing because of how humans had become. All humans had become greedy and lazy after World War 3 and everything was destroyed. Lance, for a long time, thought it was the world's way of grieving all their loss but thought differently when they didn't change at all.

Shiro's character was quite nice and Lance felt guilty for ignoring him all the time. All the bot wanted to do was take care of him and he just treated him like he didn't exist. He couldn't imagine how that made the poor bot feel. He knew if he was ignored, he wouldn't be able to handle that and he would go into another stage of depression. Shiro, luckily, didn't have to be ordered around and did things he felt needed to be done. He went out to get groceries, he paid the bills by himself, and he even went out to get Lance's medicine, going as far as making sure Lance had taken it.

Shiro was taller than Lance by a couple of inches, maybe a bit more than just a few. The bot had a strange hairstyle, one that was ordered by Lance. He had a white floof of hair that covered the center of his forehead, the hair covered the Red Cross on the bot's forehead. It was the least Lance could do, he felt obligated to keep the bot from harm. It was his bot and even if he didn't want it, he still had to protect it at some cost.

Lance had ordered that Shiro wore normal, human clothes. He had asked Keith, a boy he had met from the mental hospital for some clothes for Shiro. The boy complied, he being one of the people who hated the way bots were treated. Keith and him had become friends instantly and frequently met up just to talk about the horrible world. Hunk, Keith's bot, had also become good friends with Shiro so the two would catch up while their humans talked.

It was a rainy day when Lance woke up. The rain poured harshly down on Earth, as it was mad for the way it has become. Lance ignored the storm though, getting up to start his daily routine. He walked down the stairs, smelling pancakes and bacon from the kitchen. A plate of food was sitting at the end of the long dining table with a glass of water and a pill.

Lance smiled a little, knowing Shiro was still wondering around doing things he hadn't ordered him to do. The door of the front door burst open and Lance spun, breath hitching. In the doorway was a circuiting Shiro, Hunk and Keith carrying him in.

Lance set into action, rushing over to his bot, taking the bot's arm from Hunk. "Go get dried up, Hunk. We don't want to worry about you circuiting too." Hunk nodded to the order and went to go get dried off while the two humans dragged the bot to his charging station. Once Shiro was laying on the uncomfortable metal bed, Lance fished out his phone and called up the one bot mechanic he knew was a bot defender.

Lance bit his lip, wishing he could do more than just wait for the mechanic to get here. Keith sat in a chair in the corner while Lance paced the room, clear panic in his expression.

"Look, Lance, you don't need to get so worked up." Keith had sighed, finally unable to watch his friend worry. "Circuiting is common for bots who stay too long in the rain. He'll be fine once Pidge gets here." Lance looked at Keith, ready to argue but thought again it and only nodded his head.

"I know you're right but I can't help worrying. He was out in the rain because I ran out of pills. If I had gotten up earlier, I could've went out to get them instead of him." Lance looked at Shiro, the bot still soaking wet and circuiting. Lance saw that the clothes he had on was soaked and clinging to his robotic body.

"This happens, Lance. Just try to keep calm until Pidge gets-" Lance shushed him, ushering him up from his seat and out the door.

"Sorry Keith, but I'm going to change Shiro's clothes. I can't stand watching it stick to him." Keith nodded, still hesitate to leave Lance alone in the way he was in. Netherless, he turned and walked downstairs to go find his bot.

Lance closed the door to the room and turned to the closet. He knew Shiro wouldn't have much clothes in here but he hadn't expected the closet to only have one other outfit in it. Lance recognized the outfit as the one he had gotten Shiro on the bot's birthday. He always saw Shiro in the same outfit, the bot must've felt the outfit was too precious to wear on a daily basis.

Lance found himself smiling as he took the outfit off it's hanger and turned to the bot. The human boy placed the outfit to the side as he started undressing Shiro from his wet clothes. He struggled to lift the bot up but succeeded and slipped the shirt off his body. He turned to replace the wet shirt with the one he had gotten the bot, it was a nice red plaid shirt that didn't have any buttons. The fabric was soft and Lance knew it would be much more comfortable than the wet clothes he had on.

Lance paused when he turned to put the shirt on Shiro. Faded bruises and scars were visible on the bot's chest. He frowned, tracing a cut that was obviously fresh. Lance slipped on the shirt, deciding he'll ask Shiro about it once he wakes up.

Lance, with heated cheeks, changed Shiro's boxers and pants. Once he was done, a knock brought his long observational stare from Shiro to the door. A small, dorky girl popped her head into the room. Lance smiled, greeting his old friend.

"What did you say caused this?" Pidge hummed as she worked on Shiro. She had the panel on his neck open and she had tools working away on him.

"He went to get my medicine and stayed too long in the rain." Lance replied, biting his nails nervously. Pidge stopped, looking over at him with a deep frown.

"This was not the rain's work." Lance frowned. Before he could ask what she meant, she continued. "Someone opened his panel and tinkered with his wiring that made him start circuiting."

"I- What- Why- How- How could someone do that? Shiro wouldn't just bend over and let someone mess with his set up." Pidge hummed at the thought. She pushed up her glasses and turned back to fixing up Shiro.

"Seems like he didn't do this willingly." The girl grabbed a wire cutter, the sight making Lance flinch. "There's a new type of oil specifically used to make a bot shut down temporarily. Whoever did this wanted Shiro to either murder you or forget who you even are."

Lance shuddered at the thought of dying at Shiro's hands. He shuddered even more at the thought of Shiro forgetting who he was. As much as Lance ignored him, he just couldn't ignore how the bot made him feel. As soon as Shiro was introduced to him, he had felt a surge of want and affection towards the man. He felt wrong for having such feelings and hoped if he ignored the bot and his feelings, that such things would go away. He was wrong, it's been a full year and they haven't even faded in the slightest, only became more evident.

"All done." Lance snapped his attention to the machenic who was now shutting Shiro's panel. She put away her tools before closing the box and standing up. "You just need to tell him to wake up." Lance rushed for his wallet but stopped when Pidge shook her head.

"B-But.." she shook her head, giving him a smile before she exited the room.

Lance turned to Shiro, heart pounding as he opened his mouth to say his order. "Wake up, Shiro." At the order, Shiro's eyes fluttered open and he sat up, eyes turning to Lance.

"Good afternoon, Master Lance." Shiro flashed him that smile. The smile that made his heart flutter. Lance smiled back, watching the bot's shocked face.

"Do you have any idea how much you scared me?" Lance muttered, falling forward and hugging the bot tightly. "Don't ever do that again. From now on, you are not to leave my side." The cold metal arm placed itself on Lance's lower back, holding him back equally as tight.

"Is that an order, Master Lance?" Lance snorted, nodding his head.

"That's an order, Takashi." Lance pulled back, wiping away the tears that had fallen. "And stop calling me 'Master Lance', it's just Lance."

The bot smiled, nodding his head. "Okay, Lance. I won't leave your side ever again. I'll stay by your side forever." Shiro flashed him a goofy smile, warning a small laugh from Lance.

"Good." Lance leaned in, catching the bot's surprisingly soft lips in his. He felt content that Shiro was alright. Shiro was his. He was Shiro's.

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It got a little rushed at the end but I actually really liked how it turned out. Sorry if there’s any mistakes that I haven’t caught that need to be edited. ._. (Edit: I might make this a small little series. So maybe this is part 1)

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[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot - “Contraband” (Rated PG)

Kurt is supposed to be working, but instead he's spying on a handsome guy sitting in his section - a guy that he knows from school, who he's been dying to ask out for coffee ... and who happens to be exhibiting some rather odd behavior. (2024 words)

Notes: This is a re-write. Alternate first meeting.

Read on AO3.

“Hey, Hummel! You polish those glasses much more, you’ll wear holes through them!”

“Laugh all you want, Bret, but I’m pretty sure the people sitting in my section appreciate it when their cups are actually clean.”

“That, or you need something to do with your hands!” Bret fires back, subtly making a lewd gesture before heading off to a booth with three bundles of silverware.

“Ha-ha,” Kurt mumbles, but Bret has a point. He has been standing behind the diner counter for the past hour, wiping down glasses and silverware in an elaborate ruse to spy on a man in a blue hoodie seated at a booth in his section. It’s not because Kurt has no other work to do. The diner has been hopping since the start of his shift. There have already been two birthday parties and three random sing-a-longs. They’re expecting a group of twelve in a little less than half-an-hour, but Kurt is scheduled to leave in about ten minutes, so he should really be focusing on getting his section cleared of the loiterers, nursing watered-down sodas, who have yet to pay their checks.

But this handsome man, with his sunny smile that extends to his eyes, so rare in their weekday afternoon diners; his funky, retro manner of dress; and his charming haphazard curls; has Kurt absolutely captivated. To top it off, Kurt knows him. His name is Blaine. He goes to NYADA, same as him. It has been quoted by most of their professors and a huge portion of the student body that he’s one of the most uniquely talented and charismatic students NYADA has ever known.

And Kurt knows for a fact that the man is gay.

From the first day Kurt walked into school and saw him strumming his guitar, performing one of his original songs in the student commons, Kurt has been trying to work up the courage to ask him out. This might be the perfect time. He can stroll over to his booth, ask him if he needs a refill on his Coke, strike up a conversation, slide him a complimentary slice of cheesecake, and stealthily write his phone number on the customer copy of the receipt. In his head, it sounds like a rom-com in the making.

However, Kurt has hit a snag. This man, who for all intents and purposes Kurt could describe as perfect (or, at the very least, perfect for him), has started feeding bits of his tuna fish sandwich to the pocket of his hoodie.

Kurt sighs. Only in New York.

Why? Why is it always the handsome ones that turn out to be so bizarre?

Kurt figures he should consider cutting his losses, hand the man his check, and let him go on his way. They’ve only had a handful of conversations at school as it is. Blaine probably doesn’t even know Kurt exists apart from the fact that Blaine was the T.A. in the Intro to Mime workshop Kurt attended over Spring Break. Kurt tripped outside of his invisible box and bumped Blaine with his hip. They shared an awkward smile before Blaine went off to help another student tug on an invisible rope.

Not really the basis for a long-standing relationship.

But there’s something about the way Blaine looks down at the pocket he’s feeding, the soft smile on his lips, the crinkle at the corner of his eyes. Plus, he appears to be talking to it, or more to the point, cooing. Kurt is too curious, and before he makes the decision to stop pursuing his daydream of inviting this man out for coffee, he needs to know what’s so interesting about that pocket.

Blaine is a Musical Theater Major. That might explain a thing or two. They do tend to be an odd breed.

Kurt walks around the counter and heads for Blaine’s booth, hoping to catch him off guard. As he approaches, he cranes his neck to look over the seat, but his view of the pocket remains blocked by Blaine’s elbow.

“Hey there!” Kurt says, coming up behind him with still no luck for a decent view.

Blaine jumps. “Hey!” he says, clamping his hand carefully over his pocket, shielding it from Kurt’s view.

“So, are you just about done here?” Kurt gestures at the picked-apart food on the man’s plate and his empty soda glass.

“Uh … yeah. Yeah, I’d say so,” Blaine replies after a cursory glance at his table.

“Were you thinking about ordering any dessert today?” Kurt asks, stalling for the time he needs to come up with a way to unravel the mystery. “We have ten milkshake flavors, our Boston Cream pie is pretty popular, and we have an excellent New York-style cheesecake. Though, technically, I guess it would just be cheesecake since we’re in New York.” Kurt raises his eyebrows, hoping something he named sounds appetizing enough to make Blaine stick around a bit longer.

“No, not today, I think … uh …” Blaine gets distracted by his pocket when, to Kurt’s surprise, it squirms. “If I can just get the check … please?”

“Certainly,” Kurt says, politely ignoring the fact that Blaine’s pocket mewled. He takes a step away from the booth, but he can’t leave. He has to find out what’s in that pocket; he just has to. Of course, prying could kill his chances with Blaine, if he ever had any, but he can’t help himself. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Kurt has to know.

“Hey,” he says, standing closer to the booth than usual, blocking other waiters’ view of Blaine and his pocket, “before I go, can I ask you a question?”

“Hmm?” Blaine says, a little tight, a little anxious

Kurt bends slightly to keep their conversation hush-hush. “What’s in your pocket?”

Blaine stares back at Kurt with an expression of severe discomfort. “Uh … in my … in my pocket? There’s nothing …”

“I promise, I won’t tell anyone,” Kurt whispers. He looks at Blaine with pleading eyes and an honest smile. “Please?”

Blaine sighs, a bit defeated, but he smiles back.

“Alright,” he says. “But I’m trusting you. Not a word?”

Kurt puts two fingers to his lips and makes a locking motion. “Mum’s the word. I swear.”

“Okay. It’s this little guy.” Blaine pulls down the lip of his pocket, and a puff of orange fur with bright green eyes peeks out. The kitten looks at Blaine, then straight up at Kurt, and lets out a soft but poignant, “Meow.”

“Oh my God!” Kurt gasps. “That is the cutest kitten I’ve ever seen!”

“Yes, he is,” Blaine agrees, baby talking to the tiny creature and giving it a scratch underneath its chin, which it lifts to accommodate him. “I found him a few days ago, cold and hungry, limping on the sidewalk outside my building. So I took him in and fed him. I was going to take him to a shelter, but I … I couldn’t do it.” Blaine gives Kurt a sheepish shrug. “I just picked him up from the vet this afternoon. He has a broken paw, so I couldn’t leave him at home to fend for himself.”

“Of course you couldn’t,” Kurt says, shaking his head emphatically.

“Unfortunately, I can’t keep him, either.”

Kurt’s head snaps from the precious ball of floof to Blaine’s gloomy face.

“Wha---why not?”

“My roommate,” Blaine explains. “She’s extremely allergic to cats.”

“Oh.” Kurt watches the kitten close its heavy eyelids, its head drooping as it drifts off to sleep, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of Blaine’s hoodie. “That’s … that’s too bad.”

“Yeah, it is,” Blaine says. “I don’t have anywhere else to take him. Most of my friends live in dorms, and they don’t allow animals. It looks like I might actually have to take him to a shelter after all.”

“No!” Kurt thinks fast when he imagines this poor kitten, stuck in a cage, shivering in the cold, alone with no one in the world to love and care for it. Kurt hasn’t been to a shelter before, so that’s actually probably the furthest thing from the truth, but it’s the first image that pops into his mind, and it sticks. “No, don’t do that! You know, my roommate and I have been discussing getting a cat ...”

“Really?” Blaine asks, his eyes lighting up.

“Sure.” Kurt bites his lower lip – something he does when he fibs, he’d recently discovered. But it’s not entirely a lie. He and Rachel had discussed it. She wanted to get a cat for the loft, name it Macavity, and make it their mascot. On holidays, she envisioned the three of them wearing coordinating outfits and performing festive musical numbers from the fire escape for their neighbors, whom she was certain would appreciate the whimsy. Kurt, on the other hand, said that any animal that pooped in an open box of sand had no business being in their home. But he’s not completely repulsed by the thought of a feline companion, to curl up beside him on the sofa during rainy days, or on his bedspread while he watched his late night Judy Garland marathons. This adorable munchkin, with his freckled nose and his melodious meow, might be just the cat to change his mind.

Besides, it came with the added bonus of a smitten former owner, who might be persuaded to stop by every once in a while.

“Plus, if you let me take this little guy home with me, then, you know, you could come by and visit him whenever you want.”

Blaine looks blankly at Kurt, and Kurt wonders if Blaine thought that last comment was too forward. Or maybe he has no clue who Kurt is, the way Kurt originally suspected.  

“You might not remember me,” Kurt says, swallowing his pride. It takes a rather large gulp to get it all down. “I go to NYADA, too. My name’s …”

“Kurt,” Blaine fills in.

“You---you know my name?” Kurt chuckles, shocked at hearing this man call him, unprompted, by name. Suddenly, Kurt remembers he’s in uniform. He puts a hand over the name sewn on his shirt.

“Oh,” he says. “I almost forgot. It’s on my …”

“Your name is Kurt Hummel,” Blaine interrupts. “You got into NYADA with an audition Carmen Tibideaux sprang on you during the Winter Showcase, probably because she knew you would blow everyone away. But that was your second audition, if I’m not mistaken.” Kurt feels himself blush at Blaine spouting off this information, as if he’s been composing the history of Kurt’s time at NYADA. “You also recently won Midnight Madness against your roommate, Rachel Berry - not that she stood half a chance, if I do say so myself. Yes, Kurt, I know exactly who you are.”

“Well, I …” Kurt stutters, then settles for dumbstruck silence. And to think he wasn’t sure that Blaine even knew he existed. “Alrighty then. So … what do you think?”

“I’ll need to take a look at your home environment before I make my decision. You know, to make sure it’s feline friendly,” Blaine replies, a teasing smile on his face. He takes his wallet out of his pocket one-handed and slips his credit card from the top slot. Kurt can’t stop staring, blown away by the enviable dexterity of his fingers. Blaine hands the card over to Kurt and winks.

He’s a guitarist, Kurt reminds himself. And a pianist … and a violinist.

There may be no limits to what those talented fingers can do ...

“Of---of course.” Kurt takes the card, forgetting that he hasn’t even given Blaine his check yet. “I get off in a few minutes. We can ride the subway together.”

“Sounds great! Thank you so much for offering to take the little guy in. It’s a tremendous relief.”

“You’re welcome,” Kurt says, heading for the register.

“And Kurt?” Blaine’s voice stops Kurt mid-step. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Funny you should say that, Kurt thinks to himself, fiddling with the card in his hand, because you may just be a life ruiner.

[soulburnings]

❰❰ Kiku ❱❱

He was right; she’d brush off his dismissal just like always with a shake of her head. He didn’t mean anything by it, she knew, and definitely wasn’t looking to shut her down or hurt her. And besides, no matter how far he’d come since returning to Hibana, there was no changing the fact Takeru himself was a naturally private person. He never put his personal life on display for complete strangers to see and comment on, hence why she’d wanted to find something he could keep on him, but not have to make obvious was a gift from his girlfriend.

“I did take in Floof, remember?” Mako’s cat; she hadn’t wanted to burden the Homuras when she’d moved back to town with both her and a new pet whlle she got her footing in their hometown once more, leaving Kiku to take in the feline where she couldn’t her friend herself. The both of them spoiled that cat rotten - But it was the mention of the other charm that distracted her from the reminder,  turning to look to the suggested butterfly. It was just too-

“Perfect,” Kiku breathed, setting aside the cat in favor of carefully picking up the butterfly. It was even her favorite colors, and far less flashy than the previous… And in a heartbeat, she had the delicate bracelet held up to him, checking to make sure it wouldn’t be too eye-catching against his avatar. It he kept it tucked into his scarf, it’d be perfect, right? or maybe inside his… Arm guard? Sleeve? She couldn’t begin to even describe his outfit!

Nor could she stop herself from gently taking his arm, clipping the bracelet around his wrist. She didn’t expect him to actually wear it, but it was just what she needed to give a nod of her head, mind made up on the matter. “It’s perfect - And it’s small enough you can keep it in hiding if you want, but not so small you’d forget it’s there. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner… Thank you.” Did she mean her and her feelings for him, or the butterfly? Who knew, honestly-

It dangled a lot, Soulburner decided as he gave his wrist with the small bracelet attached a soft shake. The metal of the chain lightly clinked against itself before it slid into a spot just underneath the wrist strap of his only bright red fingerless glove; almost completely hidden from view except the faintest flashes of gold to someone who knew the bracelet was there.

Kiku hadn’t expected him to actually wear it there, but maybe it was a good spot for it anyway? At least his glove was big enough to hide the piece of jewelry as Soulburner lifted up his arm to inspect it again.  

“And you’re sure you actually want to get this for me...? I mean, I figured this would’ve been something you would’ve wanted to keep for yourself and wear around inside here instead? What if I lose it?”

Giving his wrist one more test shake, Soulburner held his arm back out for Kiku to take the bracelet back off. He wouldn’t lose it. Soulburner wouldn’t admit it, but he was already attached to the bracelet because it reminded him of Kiku so much, but still-

“And I thought you said necklaces always looked better on me, too?”

[twinklephoenix]

Phoenixtale Project not a Au Facts and Changes

Heads up: Sorry for bad grammar/spelling, so on and so forth...

Firstly: A lot of people will assume anything, and I mean anything that has the word 'tale' in it is a part of the Undertale fandom. Now I must make this fact very clear: My Phoenixtale Project isn't an AU, it is a story based around OC's and the multiverse. In fact, over the last 2-3 months I've been debating if I wanted to keep all of the multiverse in and as time went on I've seen many things happen in our fandom, in our very community, and much like many others I've started to question if I really want to keep my characters here.

So let me explain: Out of all of my characters there are just three which have caused a misinterpretation on purpose to hide what they really are. Emperor isn't a Sans. He looked like one to hide what his species was since they were hunted to extinction. So due to me wanting to stop the confusion and to move my characters to what they were meant to be the whole time, these three will change appearance: Emperor, Vortex and Gabi (but not much).

As for the project; it will be called Phoenix Project or Canon Multiverse. It's still a work in progress. Why Canon you ask? Simply because the characters that appear will be based on and will act as they were meant to be. The best example for this will be Paperjam, since PJ and my own characters have something in common. Just like mine, PJ isn't a skeleton. He has his own species. Mine are not the same species as PJ though. The biggest clue was in my name and the project's name. Many didn't pick up on it. Anyway, back to the point at hand.

All characters who will appear in it will be kept to their canon personality and story. That goes for pairings too. This story has nothing to do with Frisk or the Undertale that inspired so many people to create their own characters. This is something very different. I will be focusing on my side blog where Artic and Valor are, along with some others. I will be revealing what they are over on Artic's blog. Yes, the project will still feature the multiverse but none of mine are from an AU and they are not skeletons.

Some facts about my characters,

Should you touch their head, you'll find it is soft and has very small thinly placed fur/feathers to it. It isn't really made of bone, it just looks that way.

 Never poke their eyes. They do have eyeballs, but the white of their eyes is always black. They do not have magic eyes like skeletons. They glow for another reason and do have eyelids, so they do have to blink.

 They can bleed and do have organs but they will not die easily. You need to destroy something first, along with two other important organs.

 A skeletal form is much easier to make than one with flesh. To gain that ability they would need to devour something living before their body can create an illusion that looks like a living thing.

 They can get what is called 'blood rage'. Their species is forbidden to devour blood or kill any of their own kind, as it can turn them feral and they will not be able to tell friend from foe.

 They only mate/bond once in their lives. They will never bond with anyone else. Once mated, you're stuck with them. A special bond is made which, if broken, can kill them. They only give their heart once and can die if it's broken.

All of their kind have wings. Even the halflings do but a rare few can hide them. Any and all feathers and fluff are sensitive, since it is a part of them, not some decoration on their clothes. The floof itself is a part of their true form, so try not to be too rough with it.

They cannot lie. If they do, they will bleed. Only corrupted ones of their kind can do such a thing without getting physically affected.

Should you bond with one, your own appearance will change and you'll become a halfling, gaining some of their abilities along with wings and a crest. This varies between pairings depending on how strong the bond is or how they affect each other.

they may look skeletal but are not. They are a completely different species. I would say what they are but that would be spoilers. I'll let Artic answer that one. 

All of them have tails, including Artic. The tail will sometimes look like a part of the outfit, but as I said: nothing you see is what it seems, this is just an illusion. If you touch the part that looks like a tail it will move. It can also bleed and will react to you. 

These are just some of the facts about them, not all. I will make a full list at another time. Either way, here are just some of our non-skeletons. They may look like skeletons but they are not what they seem. 

Valor & Stardust (Canon Ship/ Pairing) -Bonded 

Much like Galaxy Stardust has always had his head markings and his wings that is nor from bonding 

Stardust his appearance before he met valor -  https://ladysuika.tumblr.com/post/156444978702/missladytale-i-rarely-draw-new-skellies-because

Artic & GalaxyLight (Canon Ship/Pairing) -Bonded

please note this here is Galaxy has always had wings and the diamond markings on his head this lead Artic to first mistake him for one of his kind. 

GalaxyLight how he first appears before he met Artic  - https://ladysuika.tumblr.com/post/156002666587/i-need-to-draw-a-better-picture-of-stardust-to?is_related_post=1

Blizzard (no spoilers youll all have to wait for him to show up)

Precious  @purlywhite colored this one for me (She has yet to appear but will) 

These are just some examples Artic and Valor can be found over on  @articfrozenstar so you can ask them questions.

Artic , Valor ,Blizzard  & Precious  belongs to @twinklephoenix (me)

Stardust & GalaxyLight belong to @missladytale

Paperjam mentioned  belongs to @7goodangel

Also thank you to @purlywhite  who helped with the grammer and spelling XD 

That is all from me all hail the post i  was working on for over  2 days seriously took 2 days to make this and find the right words,Anyway hope that finally clears up some stuff.  My characters are not from an AU Emperor has been lying the whole time and will be getting a redesign thank you everyone for all your support and for all the adorable fan art ill also be hoping to return to doing videos before long a lot has been happening in real life. 

Ill be making a brand new blog for the gang soon. 

If you have any questions feel free to ask me also hoping paperjam was a good example to explain what im trying to say. 

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May I request Asahi, Noya, Hinata and Kageyama's reaction to seeing their S/O in fairy kei or any kind of Harajuku fashion, please?

the character limit is 3, so i put them all in a namegenerator and dropped whomever did not get picked from it, which was asahi thistime around. you can also request this again with different characters whenrequests open again

admittedly, i had to look upwhat fairy kei is and it’s so cute???? i wish i could pull that off, especiallybecause if i could have pastel hair and still be taken seriously at my job, iwould. i barely get away with just having a silver streak!

Nishinoya

There something about the style that gives offan air of timidity, which we know he’s into, so he’d get super excited aboutyour outfit.

Thigh highs and tights in general are one ofNoya’s weaknesses (I headcanon him as very much a leg man). Suffice to say, hedigs those cute pattern socks and tights.

He’s no stranger to hair dye, though, he doesn’tneed that much for the tuft of hair in front. He appreciates the effort ittakes to dye your whole head, even more so if it was dark before and you had tobleach it first. Noya’s totally in awe of the pastel too because it’s so cool.

Always ready to bite off anyone’s heads if theystare or bad mouth your attire. It’s even worse if someone else is clearly intoyou based on their stare or what they murmur to a friend as you pass them.

He’s not above asking to use a picture of you inFairy Kei as his phone wallpaper.

Hinata

Upon first seeing you decked out in pastels andlots of little hair bows and clips, he’d wonder if his sister somehow managedto get you into her clutches and help you get ready before he got to see you.

After learning that Natsu did not help—the outfitwas all your doing—he’d give you a proper surprised reaction: open-mouthed andwide-eyed, but there’s twinkles in those eyes!

He’s is a master of giving praise to anyone headmires, so he’d have no trouble showering you with compliments about how coolyou look. He might even ask you to take him shopping to see how he’d look if ithe tried to style.

Also so he knows where to find cute little hairaccessories for when he needs to get a present for his little sister.

Hinata loves the swishing of your ruffled skirt whenyou move. It gives him an excuse describe something with onomatopoeia and someonebesides Kageyama will understand him.

This boy has so much pride when it comes to you.Like, if he overhears someone complimenting your attire, he will practicallyvibrate with joy and his only thought is, “Yes!!!!! I’m dating this cute person!!!!!”

Kageyama

He’s so confused at first that he wonders aloudif he’s forgotten that Halloween is today. Someone help him.

Once you explain Fairy Kei to him, he still seemsconfused about it, but in that cute, pouty way he is when he’s confused.

This dork is always thinking about food, so he’dbe instantly reminded of fruit-flavored soft serve ice cream for the similarcolor palettes. His “y-you look sweet” compliment could be taken either way.

He tries so hard to not give off his usualintimidating aura because it would clash so much with the very soft andadorable one you’re radiating. Unfortunately, he concentrates so hard on itthat his face scrunches up into an unintentional scowl. Kageyama standing nextto you makes for one interesting visual dichotomy for anyone passing by.

The new hair color makes your hair look so soft,and he wants to floof your hair because of it. He wouldn’t admit this out loudthough, so you’d have to ask him to do it. The boy is good with his hands, soit’s a no-brainer that he’s a master at playing with your hair.