#been hanging out with friendos so- busy BUT

[lesbianneopolitan]

Sites be SHITTING themselves

[wolfiesmoon]

I NEED MORE CONTENT WITH PRANKSTER YUU AND VIL😍

reader is gender neutral and is a silly prankster

ofc anything for my slavic friendo 🤭 yall get special treatment fr

i am still genuinely blown away by how well recieved that body swap fic of mine was, i've never gotten that many comments on a fic of mine before

(and how well recieved i was into the twst fandom in general, srsly guys thanks for the support💕)

You are in a silly mood today. But then again, when are you not?

You feel like causing a bit of trouble to someone, but all the fun options have already been exhausted and you doubt they'd fall for your tricks twice in a row.

However, you still do have one person you can pull a prank on, and that's Vil Schoenheit. Normally, you'd give him a special pass which lets him bypass your pranks because he's extra special to you.

But what's the fun in that? Sometimes even he deserves to be messed with a little. Also, wouldn't it be kind of unfair if Vil was the only one spared from your little tricks?

That settles it, you're sneaking into Pomefiore tonight.

You knew Vil would be out at about 7 pm, busy with a photoshoot. He told you himself. Beginner mistake.

You're already cooking up a funny prank to pull. It's an expensive one, but his reaction will be worth the empty wallet. You can always work a few shifts at the Mostro lounge to make the money back.

Once 7 pm hit, you quietly snuck into Pomefiore, trying your damn hardest to sneak into Vil's room without getting caught.

"What are you doing here?" A very familiar voice stopped you in your tracks just as you were about to reach the door to Vil's room. And you were so close, too.

"Good evening to you too, Epel." You greeted him, slightly irked by the instant interrogation. He quickly corrected himself, greeting you back with a slight stutter.

"I just realised I forgot something in Vil's room." This actually wasn't a bad excuse at all since you often visit Vil and Epel knows that. You mostly just let him experiment on you with makeup or let him talk about his passions. Which is always a pleasure.

"Why do you have a backpack, then?" Epel glanced at the backpack which was hanging off your shoulder. He didn't mean to doubt you, but even he's been a victim to your pranks before. You're being really suspicious, but then again, it feels like you're always planning something.

"They're books, and thick ones too. They'd be difficult to carry with my hands." You shrugged, subtly showing the conversation is over as you placed your hand on the doorknob.

Of course, that part about the books was a lie. Your backpack was filled with "skincare products". They looked exactly like Vil's skincare, but really, all the bottles were filled with mayonnaise.

It's very convenient that mayo is coloured moderately like skincare products, and if it wasn't, you made sure to color match it with dye. You even tried replicating the original smell on some of them. Buying all that skincare from Sam was truly eye opening to just how expensive Vil's shiny skin is.

You're going to swap out his actual skincare with your counterfeit mayo skincare. You would pour out the contents of the original bottles and simply refill them but you have a feeling you'd never escape Vil's wrath if you did that and that's the one thing you definitely do not want to happen.

You placed the mayo skincare on his vanity table, carefully replacing each cream and balm one by one exactly as they were placed originally. Ohohoho, this is going to be great.

You put Vil's actual skincare back in your backpack and left Pomefiore with a sense of accomplishment. Oh, you wish you could see his initial reaction directly.

.

"Care to explain what these are?" Vil lifted one of his creams out of his bag, sat across from you in the Pomefiore lounge.

"They're uhhh... your skincare creams?" You acted innocent, like you had no clue why he was taking that tone with you.

"I know it was you. Epel told me he saw you in Pomefiore acting suspicious yesterday." He pressed you further, serious expression on his face. Ohohoho, you suddenly feel like you're in a detective movie.

You tried not to let the satisfaction on your face show. "Huh? I was simply taking back the magical history book I left in your room. What does your facial cream have to do with it?"

"I am not here to play this game with you. What did you do with my skincare?" He did not look amused by your excuses in the least.

"Hehehehe, I might or might not have replaced it with mayonnaise." You grinned evilly at him.

"You-" he seemed at a loss for words for a moment. "I knew you switched it out with something, but mayonnaise? Really? Why do you do these things?" He knew you knew that mayonnaise was his least favourite food. And he also knew of your affinity for pranks and jokes, but it seems he's gotten a bit too comfortable with not being their victim. Just how long have you been planning this? (One day.)

"Becaaaause, it's funny. Oh man, I wish I could've seen your face when you first applied it." you snorted, imagining his expression. His face is always such a joy to look at, but you imagine it must have been especially expressive in that moment. Your snort developed into hearty laughter.

"I for one do not find it as amusing as you do." he crossed his legs, looking at you with an expression that demanded seriousness. If you weren't so comfortable around him, you would have immediately apologised and bowed gracefully. His presence sure is strong.

You tried your best to stop laughing so he wouldn't actually kick you out of Pomefiore, but it was hard. Whenever you thought you had calmed down and tried looking him in the eyes, it was right back to laughter.

After about a minute of this, Vil seemingly gave up on stopping you, expression softening slightly.

"You should know by now how important skincare is to me. Having to miss out on it this morning was a horrible experience. Which, speaking of... just what did you do to the original contents of my products?" he looked incredibly horrified at the thought of you simply throwing away the contents.

"Oh, I, uh...." you acted nervous on purpose to make him think you're confirming his fears. His eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward in the fancy lounge chair.

"...Put the original tubes and containers away in Ramshackle dorm and bought new ones to refill with mayo." he took a visible sigh of relief. His products live another day.

"Didn't that hurt your wallet?" he asked.

"Yeah, a lot. But it was worth it." you shrugged, smiling at him.

"Well, I suppose you're quite a dedicated person, too. I didn't peg you as one initially." you really are a dedicated prankster. In some aspects, he respects the commitment. In others, he thinks you were kind of stupid for spending so much money just to annoy him.

"Always have been, pookie bear, always have been." you jokingly blew a kiss at him.

He cleared his throat, cheeks dusting pink. How ungraceful.

"I like you when you're angry." you blurted out after a few seconds of silence.

"...You're strange." he narrowed his eyes at you.

"Hahahaha, I knowwww. It's just, like... when you're angry with me for pulling a silly prank on you, it feels different. Your face becomes all expressive and stuff. Oh, and also, it's like, really hot." you recall watching a few movies which he acted in and you felt all giddy when he got angry playing the hot villain. As much as you know he dislikes being typecast, you always simp for him quite excessively when he plays a villain.

"Then why have you only pulled one prank on me so far?" he ignored that last comment after a few moments of consideration. He supposes the pranks would lose their effect if you did them too much, but if you really get that much enjoyement out of his misery, then why have you waited so long?

"Oh, that's because you get a special no-prank pass. You get it since I love y-" you paused.

"I realise I've said too much... I mean, uhhh, that was a prank! Got you! Hahahaha!" Suddenly, you wanted to remove yourself from Pomefiore, so you did just that. You quickly left the dorm without saying goodbye. You cringed at yourself for how unnatural and forced that laughter sounded.

He blinked a few times at the sudden end of the conversation and then fell back on the lounge chair.

"That little... Oh, your real goal is to make me lose my mind, isn't it..." Vil pressed his fingers against his forehead, mumbling that to himself before going to sort out some paperwork. He's wasted far too much time dealing with you anyways.

He denied any accusations from Rook about his cheeks being more pink than before.

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

TBB s3 ep4 Thoughts!!!

Oooohh starting off strong

Omega immediately wanting to go back because “it’s right”

Crosshair wanting to keep moving, not because he’s scared of going back but because he understands that he can’t help anyone if he’s dead

Ah there he is. The bitch. The Hemcock.

I wanna say Nala Sa deserves to be in prison but idk I’m starting to feel for her

Pretty sure she won’t survive the season though

IM SORRY THAT SHOT WHERE THE COAT IS HANGING OVER THAT POWER LINE???

is that,,,, a reference to yanno,,, shoes hanging from a power line?

hahahahahahah poncho stormtroopers

“You’re the one who wanted to bring… the hound.”

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH

YOUR HONOUR I LOVE THEM

best duo this show has given us

If Hunter was the hesitant but willing dad, Crosshair is the exasperated older brother that was forced to bring his younger sister to the party he was invited to an now has to spent all night watching her

Ey not cool Omega. Someone was using that jacket to advertise their business

“See, isn’t this better?” “No.” “Ugh.”

HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHA

“I could take out half of them before they even know what happened” 😳😳

Yeah, I believe you sir

Damn fuck how many more clone crushes will I have to be burdened with

Jesus Christ

“That went well” “Stow it”

THEM

YOUR HONOUR

THEM!!!

Scottish Robot ahhahahahahaha

Say what you will about Crosshair, when that dude sat down across from Omega he was ready for a FIGHT

big ol’ softie <3

“You or your dad”

Glad Hunter wasn’t there to hear that

Or Crosshair for that matter

Both would’ve blown their cover

Tbh Crosshair makes a fair point about leaving while they can. The planet is filled with Empirials and they are running out of time

But he also hasn’t been part of a team in a while and maybe he’s forgotten some of what that entails too

Either way, loving how “selfless” and “selfish” are meeting in this ep

“I’ll do it your way BUT I WOULD LIKE THE RECORD TO REFECT THAT I DONT WIKE IT!”

Crosshair giving Omega a boost to get over the wall I’m crying

“Shouldn’t we free the other animals too?” “Don’t push it.”

HE IS MY SOULMATE (based on sarcasm. I am vegetarian and I would free those animal friendos in a heartbeat)

The extra head shake and eye roll at that question too, he is already so done I can’t hahahahahahahah

“I hope your take-offs are better than your landings” “we’re about to find out”

Aaaaaaand that just reminded me that Tech was the one who taught her to fly

🥲🥲🥲🥲

That fucking shriek when the stormtrooper got blasted by the engine hahahahahaha

Ohohoh altered batch theme after take off? Okayokayokay I see you👀

Jesus Christ, Crosshair trying to prepare Omega for the very real possibility that Hunter and Wrecker are dead?

Like I know it seems cruel and defeatist but it’s actually kind in a way

Managing expectations in order to save her from a worse fall out

FUCK I THOUGHT I’D HAVE TO WAIT TILL NEXT EPISODE FOR THEM REUNION

JESUS

AAAAAAHHHHH

“We crossed the galaxy four times looking for you”

SIR

I AM QUACKING

why did Hunter’s appearance suddenly piss me off

Like Wrecker had a cute line and Hunter had to walk up like

“Um, five actually”

Like idk it felt like he was taking over the moment (which makes sense because he’s her dad but still it just sounded awkward)

EXCUSE ME??? I BEG YOUR BIGGEST PARDON??

Omega just explained that she only got off that planet AND survived so far thanks to Crosshair and all they can do is look all bitchy butt-hurt

Like I expected this from Hunter but why isn’t Wrecker hugging him?

Bc they went looking for Cross before, I thought we were past the straight up hate?

Love how stoically Cross is taking it though

I have to admit, so far this is one of my all time favourites. The comedic timing, the very real story line, the confrontation of previously opposed characters? Wonderful. But the pièce de résistance? Crosshair’s character description rings true again. “Severe and unyielding” Tech had said. I’ve rambled about this a lot recently, but the boiled down version is that when Crosshair commits to something, he commits all the way. Like how he committed to the Empire so hard that he hunted down his brothers. Or when he finally decided the Empire was a bunch of shitbags and shot officer shitbag (I forget his name) in the face. He has now decided to commit to Omega, for whatever reason. And it shows. Because even when she tells him to go, he’s literally only a minute behind her. He lets her employ her own strategies despite his preference and experience. He’s ready to beat up Captain Dickhead (did they even give him a name?) for sitting down across from her. He tells her to get into the ship first while he lays down cover fire.

Crosshair’s next “severe and unyielding” decision is Omega’s safety. And I couldn’t be more excited to see where it goes!

AND I cannot believe how much I suddenly like his character. I was so disinterested in him for like s1 and maybe 90% of s2 but now I am more interested in what becomes of him than I am in what the deal is with Omega’s M-count.

I’m saying it now. These seasons hyper focuses are: Rex, Echo and Crosshair (in that order) (for now, we’ll see)

Thanks to everyone who sat through that, have a good day/night/whatever, friend!

[luffythinker]

FRIENDO I MISS TALKING WITH THROUGH ASK here I am back again with some ships

Tokoyami X Kaminari

First I'd like to say imagine Kaminari is one of those guys who hits on everybody and 0 standards (his squad says this is a habit he should change and Kiri and Baku definitely scolds him about this, Jirou doesnt cause she feels like hes old enough to make his own decisions and Mina finds it non of her business if he wants to sleep around)

ANYWAY onto the ship so After moving into the dorms basically everyone picks up on this habit of Kaminaris and most of them have already told him they wouldnt or dont wanna date because preference or otherwise he respects that and leaves them alone but tells them his doors are always open if they change their mind cause respect is sexy

Tokoyami somehow never picked up on this and honestly was never hit on by Kaminari not because he didnt find him attractive or anything but because Kami already put it in his mind that Tokoyami wouldnt be the type to want in on the Denki train of love so he just never asked

THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS GETTING INTO IT

So in band practice Tokoyami and Kaminari are spending so much time together and the emo bird is actually starting to find this idiot honestly so adorable and other words not in his dictionary like omg this boy hes so bouncy bubbly fun and cute when he laughs he also is somehow kinda hot and what in spongebob's squarepants has gotten into me? This is Tokoyami's awakening he doesnt understand how he could fall in love with somebody like Kaminari until he actually really gets to know him through the band hanging out alot

He learns his habits faster then Kaminari learns his because goth boys like to keep to themself especially since what happen in the forest he doesnt wanna hurt anyone so he just observes from a far which isnt very far considering he regularly meets in Kaminaris room and sits in a chair facing the electric boy for practice he loves watching smiles light up on his face when he doeant mess up guitar riff without the need to ask Jirou how to do it he learns how kind Kaminari is (BECAUSE IN THE EP IN THE WAR HE WAS LIKE "you are kind" to kaminari when he was scared hes watching him these things do not go unnoticed by this bird boy)

What's stopping said bird boy from taking the leap of fate you may ask? Hes to believe Kami has feelings for Jirou see because every since they started this band Kaminari's main objective has been to do this for Jirou but Kami just wants her to have a good time TOKOYAMI DOES NOT KNOW THIS he believes the boy of his resent dreams is in love with another but this is not the case

Now, Jirou being apart of the Bakugo tells Bakugo about how she really believes Tokoyami is falling on his heels for their electric friend Bakugo notice this already and comments on how slow to the draw she is like everybody hadn't already noticed (some of them actually didn't notice this until they pointed it out) Mina says she thinks they should try and push the two together but Jirou says Tokoyami may not be Kamis type so they should let them deal with it themselves

Everyone decides to leave them be and the show goes on as normal

Kami has not noticed any sort of feelings Tokoyami might be feeling and goes about his day normally Tokoyami is not moving on this subject either he rather fester in his feeling then speak his truth

So how do they get together even?

Well, Kaminari has now established he is good friends with the bird so he starts coming into his room, letting him paint his nails and toes (black of course) sharing chokers and clothes

One day Kami he's sitting on Tokoyamis bed both boys minding their business when Kaminari just happens to look at Tokoyamis legs, hes got shorts on because it's hot in his room, Denki has never seen a pair of legs that look that good, like damn, why is his legs so fine? He places a hand on his thigh and goes "dude, you've got really nice legs"

One can only imagine what's going through our bird boy mind

Anyway Kami realizes who hes talking to and apologizes for being weird "but I I ment what I said dude, you've got nice legs"

Tokoyami's heart feels toyed with by the many passing days hes has to endure the boys friendship, if hes so into Jirou why not bother her and stop sticking to his side like a rose thorn? Well Kaminari believes since after the band thing instead of going back to not really talking so much he has decided that Tokoyami is his his new buddy

Kami has 0 knowledge of Tokoyamis feeling if he knew he probably would jump at the chance to date him cause it's been so long since he's even dated anybody for that matter

later Tokoyami confronts him about his "behavior" just comes into the lightning boys room stands in front of him and starts asking why he's toying with his heart while he already has another in his sights

Kami still has 0 clue on what hes talking about cause bird man talks funny

All tokoyami does is win a "dude what are you talking about? Playing someone's heart? I haven't even gotten the chance to date anyone for a while now what are you talking about?"

Tokoyami tells him about how he thought he was after Jirous heart and how hes been sending him mixed signals not only that the fact Denki keeps coming into his room frequently and sleeping in his bed while Tokoyami is still in it pulls a lot of red flags heart shape red flags

Kamis excuse: I always do stuff like that, bro the squad and I sleep together all the time what you thought I was hitting on you?"

That's when it hits him

"OOOOOooooh, so you like me?" Kami then looks the other boy up and down. "I mean, I dont think I could handle all that" gesturing towards all of the bird. "Sorry sorry, saw an opportunity and took it"

Tokoyami grows tired of this game of cat and mouse but is remaining vigilant to not speak his truth.

"You like Jirou dont you?"

Kaminari the goes on to tell him Jirou and him are the furthest thing from being a thing because one reason or another and Kami has been giving his love like a break ever since he started taking advice from Kiri and Baku about being a simp as Bakugo called it

"But that doesnt mean there isn't room for you in my electric heart if you wanna take a chance on me?"

That's how it started and only went up hill from there

SOOO what do you think, if you think they could end up any other way I wanna hear it

omg my favorite anon is back! i swear every other day I thought about you and wondered how you're doing, hope everything is okay!

AND OMG U GAVE ME A WHOLE FIC I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

no but really, as usual, i have never considered this pairing before but I was already sold bc i love the concept of opposites attract and your build-up for them was amazing so i really loved it!!

i agree that denki just has a very flirty personality, it's who he is and I think it makes him feel more confident in himself!

I can totally see tokoyami falling for him, just being silly and all smiles, when he realized his feelings there was a lot of my chemical romance and Aerosmith being played and - you didn't hear this from him - but midnight rain by taylor swift might just have played on his playlist once or twice (cause duhh he was sunshine and he was midnight rain)

I like to think tokoyami is a very straightforward lover but also a very tortured poetic one, he likes to suffer and would probably never confess but with all the mixed signals involved he just had to say something and he would confront it head on: like dude do u want me or not??

denki would be very confused, not because he doesn't think he's fucking hot but because why would he fall for him?? i think for them to get together it would be very experimental at first, just trying to figure it out if they really were a good fit, and surprisingly they were! tokoyami was oddly patient with him and denki feels really comfortable on his side

they're the type of couple to go on a lot of dates without the boyfriend label yet and just months in be like woah we're boyfriends??? ain't that crazy?? they would be very clingy too I think, not necessarily kisses in public, but a lot of touching and hand-holding, just letting the other know they're connected

i think that's all i have tonight but i will give them some more thought to see if I can come up with anything else! loved to hear back from you <33

[dokuhai]

OOC. Admittedly I've been lurking a bit ( the bae and I have had so many busy weekends and plans since before we even left for Japan, which has been a lot for two introverts lmfaooo so I've just been trying to take it easy + am also coming to terms with how my adhd impacts literally Everything I Do™ these days fhsdjfn ) but I know @godkilller mentioned my lovely vampire verse sims a while back ( which i'm still working on!!! ) and OF COURSE I NEED TO SHOW THOSE THAT ARE INTERESTED LOL ( dw i'm using a read-more in case you're like 'jackie no one cares about ur sims' ) hdsjkfh

OKAY SO here's vamp!Gin showing off his baby blues and being all cute and innocent-seeming. I'm super happy with how he came out!! here's a full body version of him because i'm also super happy with his outfit hfdkjshfks

WHAT A HOTTIE AMIRITE?! Look at that long black jacket! THOSE COMBAT BOOTS! he's a spooky figure lurking the streets at night hfdjskhfks BUT WHEN he's not looking all human-like, he's got fangs and the whites of his eyes turn black and his irises turn an almost neon blue color ( he's hot in all forms okay )

Here's a picture of vamp!Gin reading in his loft-style apartment ( apparently he loves to read??? the more you know! )

AAAAA I LOVE HIM HE'S SUCH A DORK. LOOK AT HIM JUST SITTING THERE. PRECIOUS BBY.

Speaking of precious babies, here's him with his stray cat friendo named Asparagus - leave it to Gin to befriend a cat in a dinosaur onesie JKDSBVKSD

LOOK AT HIS FACE / LIPS ALL PUCKERED I LITERALLY CAN'T WITH THIS LOL

okay so NOW ONTO THE LOVELY RANGIKU:

she's such a fucking babe it drives me nuts fhsdkjfhks I gave her shorter hair since that's the cut she sports for the most part in that verse ( kinda like the blood war haircut she has?? ) i want to get her to a more yellowy-blonde color but for now that's the best I could do. Here's a closeup of her cute lil face ( yes she has freckles FIGHT ME )

She wears primarily silver jewelry as it stings any vamps that get too close to her in this verse. god i love her i am SMITTEN---

HERE'S A PICTURE OF HER OVER A CAULDRON CONCOCTING HER LIL POTIONS ( god i wish she would step on me, i'd literally hop right into this pit of boiling hot potion water if she asked me to--- )

SHE'S SO CUTE I CANT.

Also here's a picture of her hanging out with her bestie ( aka Izuru - my Rangiku is besties with Izuru in every verse ok fskdjfhks ) AND YES HE'S ENTHUSIASTICALLY TALKING ABOUT LLAMAS??? Izuru why??? lmfaoooo

I tried to get a picture of hunter!Rangiku and vamp!Gin on a date, but he literally pulled out this juicebox and photobombed what could've been a cute pic ( how on brand hfdskjfhsd )

LIKE WHAT KIND OF VAMP CAPRI-SUN IS THAT!??!?!? LMAO

OKAY LAST BUT NOT LEAST -- here is the only and only Aizen! He's got his everyday 'innocent' human-esque look, and his own vamp look ( since he's a big bad trying to become a fucking demon to acquire more power etc etc )

so innocent amirite ??? reminds me a lot of that one manga panel where he's wearing a scarf and talking to rangiku and toshiro about birthdays ( yes I know he's not wearing a scarf in this picture BUT WORK WITH ME HERE--- )

Here he is with scarier eyes and fangs and all that jazz ( gotta get the slicked back hair ) ( and yes i know his fangs aren't showing here I'M TRYING OKAY--- )

Here's Aizen feasting on some barista and wiping his memory ( what a great Lad )

And of course, I gotta get the Aizen and Gin chess-playing shot ( they literally Detest each other in this game I'VE TRIED TO HARD TO GET THEM TO BE FRIENDS but Gin rejected him and Aizen declared Gin officially his 'enemy' - it's amazing I even got THIS screenshot / usually they just go straight into a vampire brawl lmfao )

ANYWAY I HOPE Y'ALL ENJOYED THIS I WOULD LOVE TO POST MORE CONTENT IF PPL ARE INTERESTED! i really want to get Keiko in this verse but we'll see how possible that is lmao hfjksdhfs ANYWAY CARRY ON---

[audioaujom]

(1) Patton's First Day

LTWF Hub, next >

Word Count: 1241

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“Hey there, roomie! As much as I’d love to give you a cheerful good morning, your alarm has been going off for five straight minutes!”

Patton sat straight up, his eyes blown wide with the abrupt absence of sleep as he fumbled for his phone to turn off the blaring alarm. “Gah, sorry! Must be a deeper sleeper than I thought.”

“It’s no problem! Just figured I’d give you the wake up call while I’m on the way out.” Roman—his quite dramatic and very awake roommate—smiled at his reflection in the mirror on the back of the door, before glancing back over his shoulder at the bed. “In order to be a proper college student, you must either be exhausted or hungover at all times, anyway.”

“Thanks!” Patton managed as he forced himself to smile bright despite the exhaustion, before taking a breath to calm himself and flop back onto his pillow. Staring at the ceiling, he began waiting for his heart rate to go back down from the shocking wake up and mumbling, “…morning to you too.”

“All good, compadre! I’d tell you how long you have ‘til your first class but the truth is I have no idea what your schedule is.” Roman ran a hand back through his light brown hair to push the fringes out of his face, grabbing a letterman jacket from his closet and slipping it on over his red t-shirt. “I know you told me, but I wasn’t listening in the slightest. Anyway, I’m off to class and after I’m meeting some friends for lunch, so I’ll be back late. Hope you have a good day!”

When did he have time to meet people? We’ve only been here for like a week!

Patton lifted his head up enough to watch Roman leave, the room falling silent except for the hum of the air conditioner and the distant traffic from the nearby busy city street. He blinked, before rolling his eyes and sighing in relief.

He’s a nice guy, I’m sure, but man is he a lot.

Patton rolled over to check his phone, seeing the time as 10:51. 

My first class isn’t until 12, but I should find lunch before then. …which means I’ve got a few extra minutes to spend in bed.

Dozing lightly in bed until the snoozed alarm went off less than ten minutes later, Patton slowly rolled out of bed and stretched as he stood up. Hunting through his closet while stifling a yawn, Patton stopped for a moment to sleepily look over his reflection.

Bright, sky blue eyes tiredly traced the outline of his messy bush of auburn hair from behind the round rims of his glasses, a worn t-shirt hanging awkwardly off one of his shoulders and sagging over his shorts as he turned to instead look over the contents of his closet for something to wear.

One lightweight flannel-patterned jacket and a pair of washed out jeans later had Patton jogging across campus a little wildly, his backpack banging against him as he all but skidded through the second set of front doors that he hoped would actually lead into Thaw Hall.

102… 102…  Patton repeated in his head as he scanned the numbers on the wall by the classroom doors, hurrying his steps and taking the next set of stairs two at a time. Almost running late, he finally spotted 102 around the top corner of the second flight of stairs, cautiously stepping in through the open door to look around for an empty seat.

“Hello. Are you here for Stars, Galaxies, and Cosmos class designation 1060-10462?”

“Oh my good gracious stars!” Patton nearly jumped out of his skin, wide eyes turning to the level voice that spoke from beside him. “Yes, I— I am. Sorry, I just… I didn’t notice you there, friendo!”

Beside Patton’s flustered form in the doorway stood a boy who appeared to be about the same age, confused hazel eyes blinking slowly as if taking in his response. A pair of lensless, black plastic glasses were perched on his nose, and he was dressed smartly: a short sleeve black dress suit with a blue tie, and dark slacks with a belt and shoes. Patton felt a rush of heat to his chest at the sight of the brown hair just long enough to fall in front of his glasses and eyes, his heart skipping a beat.

“That is quite alright. Feel free to find an open seat. My name is Logan, and I’ll be your ATA for this semester.”

ATA? What’s that? Instead of asking the pressing question on his mind, Patton smiled as brightly as he could, sticking an awkward hand out for a shake while introducing, “Awesome! I’m Patton!”

“It is nice to meet you, Patton.” Logan smiled softly, Patton’s legs almost giving out beneath him as Logan grasped his hand.

AHHH COLD COLD COLD COLD—

Looking down, Patton was surprised to notice that coldness was because Logan’s hands were entirely metal, the skin of his upper arms disappearing around the elbow to expose the mechanics all the way down to his fingertips. Patton’s brain was entirely mush, not fully registering Logan’s robotic nature as he smiled goofily and let go of the handshake with an awkward chuckle. “You too!”

Not leaving Logan any time to reply, Patton dashed away through the row of empty desks to find a seat towards the middle of the room, dropping his backpack beside him and pressing his hands to his face in an attempt to cool them down.

You go to a tech school with robots and AI and such, so why are you surprised? Virgil told you about the teaching bots already.

Though he failed to mention how hecking cute they—

He cut off his own train of thought as the professor loudly announced their presence by dropping their bag onto the front desk, drawing everyone’s attention up front.

Taking a notebook out and flipping to the front page, Patton doodled a loopy title with colored pens as the professor introduced himself, only half listening until—

“—and this is Logan. He’s a teaching bot developed by the school, and he will be serving as the Automated Teaching Assistant for this class and recitation.”

So that’s what ATA stands for.

Patton’s gaze wandered from his page at the mention of the android sitting at another desk at the front, quietly admiring him for a moment before realizing that the professor had already started lecturing and he needed to pay attention.

The hour and fifteen minutes passed in a blink.

Patton ended up with a page and a half full of rather messy intro notes and absolutely nothing—a few small sketches of Logan—in the margins of the page, tucking his notebook away in his backpack as the other students quickly vacated the room. Taking a brief moment to press some wrinkles out of his shirt and adjust his glasses, Patton quickly gathered the rest of his things and hurried for the door.

As he was one of the last ones to leave, Patton stalled his steps long enough to tap lightly on Logan’s desk to get his attention before slipping out the door and calling, “Bye Logan! I'll see you Wednesday!”

“Oh, um, yes. You will.”

Patton disappeared quickly out the door, barely hearing Logan’s reply and entirely missing the way two hazel eyes flickered to follow him out of the classroom.

[pop-roxs]

hi this is for ur ask thing or wtv (idk how tumblr works im not a pro) anyways heres a cute message.

HIIIII WATER!! i just wanted to let u know that you’re genuinely one of the funniest and coolest friends to be around. i LOOOVE talking to u and having stupid interactions, for example, the mother interaction today. (to the other who may be reading this.. just.. don’t ask..) ive been so busy with school but ill definitely talk to u a lot more on the weeknd. ANYWAYS REMEMBER THAT URE AMAZING COOL AND FUCKING WONDERFUL. ILY BESTO FRIENDO 🗣️🗣️🗣️💜💜💜 /p

HIIIII JHILLLL!!!!!!!!! literally this ask made me shake and smile and curl up into a ball. unironically you are my favorite person(next to grelle/hj). i almost cried laughing while talking to you earlier today. i wish we were roomates so bad tbh i wish we were related so we could live in the same house and go to the same school. i wanna be able to call you and drive to some random restaurant or store or whatever dumbass place and hang out with you. i wish we could all go on a road trip for an enitre day and let us see where we go next without knowing whats in it for us. i wish jhill was real honestly thatd be kinda cool

LITERALLY THO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!/P YOURE SO SO SO SOOO FUN AND I WOULD RATHER SPEND MY DAYS LAUGHING W YOU OVER ANYONE ELSE

[wild-karrde]

How about some open-ended questions to keep you busy on your flight? Feel free to answer any, all, or none!!!! Safe travels!

What did you most like and most dislike about Ahsoka?

Who is your favorite droid and why?

What WIP are you currently the MOST excited about working on?

Who is your current favorite OC that you did NOT create?

The clones lives are filled with tragedy. Which clone do you personally think has the most tragic story? Which clone do you identify with most closely?

Fuck/Marry/Kill with Gregor, Crater, and Chuckles??

What is one Crater/Chuckles/Crosshair/Rex thot you have had that you have NOT put the proverbial pen to paper on yet, but bounces around in your brain?

THANK YOU DEAR FRIENDO! Managed to get some sleep, but still got 6 hours left sooooo, let's seeeee...

I loved that Ahsoka gave us more of the characters I adored from Rebels and I feel like it did a fairly good job of connecting Ahsoka's dots more in the live action universe. I was glad to see her connection to Anakin and how that impacted her feelings on her life and his legacy get worked through. As for what I didn't like, most of my gripes with the show were small, but the biggest one was us not getting the hug between Hera and Ezra. It baffles me because it was a HUGE moment for Rebels fans, and I think that the Ahsoka show had also made it fairly clear that Ezra had been grieved, so for them to bypass what, in my mind, was a VERY low-hanging fruit of a big moment, it felt silly. Like that moment in Mulan where she shoots the rocket off and Mushu is screaming "YOU MISSED! HOW COULD YOU MISS?? HE WAS THREE FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!!" That.

I love all of the droids. Except the one from Solo. For reasons.

I think OSaaT is the WIP I'm most excited about at the moment, although it's close because some of my all-time favorite moments are coming up in IC. I think the OSaaT stuff is just a bit closer to getting posted, so it has a bit of a lead at the moment.

I could not possibly choose a favorite non-Karrde OC. I adore them all so much. Truly. I'm not even copping out, I'm deathly serious.

Kix's story hurts me the most honestly. To wake up and be the last, to have missed all of your brothers' lives, their largest triumphs? To be that alone? BIG OUCH.

As for FMK: Marrying Crater. I wrote him to be the type of dude *I* would marry. Fucking Chuckles because I run too hot in terms of temper (kinda like Bolts, but maybe worse at times?). He'd be fun for a night, but I don't think I could put up with him long term (as much as I adore him because GOD I do. And I'd kill Gregor. The guy's been blown up once and survived; I like his odds of making another unforeseen and inexplicable return from the grave.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

[infernalrevenge]

Hello, hello! I was wondering if I could possibly request your take on Reader and each of the Dimitrescu Daughters with how they show affection? Nuzzles, kisses, hugs/snuggles, terms of endearment, gifts, nsfw, etc. One big fluff-ball. Just bury me in the warm fuzzy. Thank you!

This is excellent timing, anon friendo because I had been thinking of making a Love Languages Headcanon List for some time now, so this is a great way to start on that! I hope this satisfies your mushy fluffy warm fuzzball desires (that I kept relatively PG) :P

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Bela Dimitrescu

Bela felt that she had a reputation to uphold as the eldest daughter of the Dimitrescu family, ever so meticulous yet also eager to please. But she does know her boundaries.

More often than not, she finds herself busy with her mother in helping run the business, hoping to one day become a proper heir. I mention all this so you know her situation -- she's a working gal and you gotta respect that.

However, she is not one to leave her loved ones hanging. The best way she shows her love is by spending quality time with you, doing things that you might enjoy. It gives her a chance to better get to know her love.

Of course she would have her way as well, doing activities she liked such as art, music, and more. You two might even try something new to the both of you, just for some added thrill.

It doesn't always have to be "something" to do though, she's more than happy to just simply be in the same space as you while you do your own thing. That counts as "doing something together", right?

You could be reading a book on one corner of the room and she could be reviewing some important notes on the bed, but you two are just so comfortable in the quiet space you've made for yourselves that it feels like you two are side-by-side.

She just likes to know you're there, your presence alone is a great source of comfort to her. She loves to see you happy and content, especially knowing it's because she's around. Once you get into it, there is no such thing as an awkward silence between the two of you.

I imagine she's not that big on initiating physical affection, but she would be hard pressed to deny you anything. From something as simple as holding her hand, to spooning and cuddling, to a full-on make out session -- all you have to do is ask. She's more than happy to deliver.

Her favorite position is being the big spoon in bed, finding a lot of comfort in knowing that you are in her grasp, safe and sound. She also enjoys planting a few kisses on your shoulder and neck in an attempt to rouse you from slumber.

While she was still courting you (because I like to imagine she's a bit of an old-fashioned romantic, but she would have courted you regardless of your gender), she would often bring you gifts. They weren't extravagant, but they were definitely meaningful, and often related to things you two had talked about in the past.

She didn't use pet names very often but she will call you "love" on occasion, especially if there was a chance you would call her that in return. She may not openly admit it but she just melts every time you call her that -- made it feel like having a crush on you all over again.

Even though she may seem distant on the outside, Bela is truly a woman who makes the most of her time with people she cares about. You are no exception to that, and she wants that to be known to you as much and as often as possible.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Cassandra, much like her older sister, believes she too has a reputation to uphold within the family. Can't have her be seen going soft for just anyone.

But uh, plot twist: Girl just wants to be loved, and she doesn't even know it.

In private, she really really loves physical affection. She shows her love by clinging onto you as tightly as possible, melding so closely to you that it becomes hard to tell where her body ended and yours began.

She loves pressing her cheek and ear against your chest to hear the calming beat of your heart, the warmth of your skin just under her fingertips, and her head tucked right under your chin while you two lay in bed together.

Truthfully, she started doing this when you first got together because she enjoyed how flustered you seemed when she basically had herself wrapped around you. But over time, the both of you realized just how much she liked being this close to you too. You teased her for it once and she shut you out of your own room for a while. (She only let you back in because she suddenly missed cuddling you.)

This was a trait that kind of carried over from her hunting instincts, but she was very observant of others -- their tics, habits, routines, and all the like. She took notice of a lot of things other people did, didn't do, and couldn't do. It made her very attentive to her loved ones.

This manifested in the form of performing acts of service. Toward you, it ranged from simple things like keeping objects that were usually out of your reach to a more manageable height (either by her own action or an order to a servant) to helping you relax after a long and tiring day, to even performing your chores for you if she knew you were having a hard time with them.

Anything that she could help with to make herself useful, she would do. She wanted her loved ones to move around comfortably and without much worry, and she would take on that burden if that was what it took.

Granted it didn't necessarily mean she did well in these endeavors, but the effort did not go unnoticed. And you would never see the girl try to half-ass anything -- once she started on a task, you bet your sweet ass she was going to get it done too.

Her terms of "endearment" were very teasing and, out of context, could be downright insulting. You would never hear anything so generic as "baby" or "sweetie" (unless she was being condescending.) "Little shit" (affectionate) was more her speed.

If you also called her nicknames with a similar amount of creativity, she would return it with the same enthusiasm. She didn't take those things to heart anyway. If insults were a love language, this would be one of hers.

Cassandra is a little rough around the edges when it comes to love and intimacy, but she loves so fiercely. It's like a fire, raging on the more you feed its maw -- the only difference is that this fire would never die out.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela is the most affectionate and most likely to be a hopeless romantic in the family. She always daydreamed of having a "knight in shining armor" of her own, but honestly she'll take anyone who would love her for herself.

Definitely the type to show off her wonderful significant other, either "subtly" through a bit of PDA, or more overtly through a lot of PDA and more grand gestures of love. Just let her do this, she has so much love to give and she needs that energy to go somewhere.

Even in private spaces, she would never let go of your hand if she had her way. Trying to separate from her when she wasn't in the mood would get you the "kicked puppy dog" treatment from her. It's not her fault you were so warm and nice to be around.

She loves being the little spoon in bed. There's just something reassuring about having a warm presence right behind her, your arms wrapped around her middle. You could even kick a leg on top of her waist -- all she wants is to get as close to you as she possibly can.

When you're working on a desk and sitting on a chair, she will inevitably sit on your lap and snuggle up against you while you try to do whatever it is you're doing. No matter how many times she promises that "you won't even know she's there", it's kind of hard to ignore the way she just buries her face into your neck and the little snores coming out of her if she falls asleep like this.

Calls you very cheesy and almost strange pet names like "honey pie" and "sweetie baby boo". You're never sure if she actually meant them or was messing with you because of her tone, but you can tell she was always amused by your reaction to them, which was part of the reason she kept saying them.

She did also have an inner poet though, so she may suddenly pull lines like "the moon to my night" that would make you stumble and wonder what had possessed your girlfriend. And then you would remember how much she enjoyed reading romance novels, so it made more sense.

Sometimes she'll pull them out early in the morning right as you two were just waking up, limbs entangled with the other's. Then you'd hear her call you "light of my life" in her deep sleepy voice, and you just have to hide the big goofy smile on your face behind a pillow or something.

She also loves to give you gifts, mostly because she liked how your face would light up whenever you received one. Oftentimes, they are little trinkets that remind her of you that she spotted one day and thought to give to you. Kind of like a cat presenting a dead mouse or bird to its owner, but not as gross.

She says "I love you" and any similar declarations pretty often, but the words never lose their meaning. Just know that she always says them with her whole heart, regardless of the tone she takes on when she does.

She also enjoys doing random acts of affection because she likes seeing how you react to them, whether you get all blushy and a little embarrassed, or you return them in kind. Either way, she is very happy and it gives her the warm fuzzies when you play along.

Like I said, Daniela just has so much love to give, and she would be so happy to see that energy enthusiastically returned. Just give her a chance and you'll never have to doubt her feelings for you.

[itsstrawberrymochi]

Hey! Do you take Kanao requests? Could you do a fluff where Kanao and reader are best friends with a crush on each other, and one day, reader confesses? Just something really fluffy for the soul ✨

Kanao Tsuyuri x reader fluff!

Omg yess she’s such an underrated character and deserves sm love 💕

I’ll be doing this in headcanon form with a little scenario at the end, please enjoy ^^

Prompt: friendship/crushing/relationship headcanons

💕- Since she’s such a shy and quiet girl you’ll have to be the one to make the first move if you want to be her friend

💕- You were Giyuu’s tsuguko and he would bring you almost everywhere with him including Pillar meetings, the demon hunter headquarters, or the butterfly Estate and you would always see her there with her teacher,Shinobu

💕- You were so relieved to meet her, it was nice to have someone around your age to talk to, yes Giyuu was good company and all but he was just your teacher so there wasn’t much you could talk about

💕- Every time you see her you would quickly run to talk to her

💕- It took her sometime before she opened up to you

💕- but once she did she became ✨attached✨ since it was rare for her to open up to to people

💕- You two become besto friendos in no time and would often hang out a lot

💕- You would definitely have to do all the talking in the friendship since she’s not much of a talker

💕- and she loves when you talk to her too! She loves all your weird stories or whatever crazy thing you’re talking about and she also loves when you talk about your day

💕- She’d have a sweet, gentle smile on and look at you with such eagerness in her eyes as she listens to you

💕- Your platonic feelings for each other quickly became romantic, you two loved everything about each other, but you two were pretty dense so neither of you knew how the other person felt

💕- Giyuu actually knew that you both crushes on each other, but he never told Shinobu because he knew she may accidentally spill it embarrassing you two

💕- He would always convince Shinobu to let you two go on mission together to try and get you to get together

💕- Giyuu your wingman 😎

💕-She always does most of the work when you two go on a mission and not to steal the thunder but she rather she get hurt than you

💕- You two would train together a lot but she would be so soft and gentle with you and if she ever hits you with some force she gets so scared and apologizes immediately

💕- You are literally the only one she laughs so often around and her laugh is so cute and soft

💕-You’re like her pillar 🥰 she needs you to get her through a day without getting anxious or scared

💕- Whenever you two would go to a pillar meeting with your teachers she’ll always hid behind you scared of the other pillars when they come up to talk to you two

💕- Kanao was the one who actually feel for you first, you were her first crush 🥺

💕- She really wanted to tell you how she felt and everyday she told herself she would but her nerves always took over, because of this she was practically convinced she would never be with you and it always made her sad but one dango- colored haired girl saved her.. kinda

You were currently laying under a random tree in the butterfly estate, Giyuu-sensei was busy on a mission so you had the day off

You were about to drift off to sleep but then you heard a sweet high-pitched voice that made your eyes flutter open

You leaned up and saw one of your sensei’s fellow pillars, Mitsuri.

“Hello y/n, enjoying your day off?” She asked as she took a seat near you

“Yes but I wish Kanao was here” you slightly frowned, subconsciously thinking about he purple-eyed girl

Kanoa was also on a mission like Giyuu and wouldn’t be back until later this afternoon or latest, tomorrow morning

“You think about her often don’t you?” Mitsuri giggled

“Ahhh what no! it’s just- well she’s my friend and I miss her that’s- that’s all!” you quickly say feeling flustered, you could feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“I was only kidding y/n,” Mitsuri chuckled at your frantic emotions, “but you two would make the cutest couple” she cooed

You felt your heart race upon hearing those words

“Would we really make a cute couple?”

“Well we wouldn’t really know unless you two actually are one now would we?” She states enthusiastically

Time skip

You walked frantically up and down in the garden of the butterfly estate, your mind bubbling with what Mitsuri said and contemplating whether you should confess or not. If you told her about your feelings would she feel the same?

You really did want to tell her how you felt but you were afraid it would mess up the beautiful friendship you had and you weren’t ready to give that up. As you were lost in your thoughts Kanao called you by your name pulling you from them.

Your quick and spiraling mood was immediately melted away and replaced with shyness and tenderness upon looking at the beautiful girl

“is something wrong y/n?” she asked very concerned at your off behavior

“I- ugh I- ummm” you stumble with your words

Come on y/n just say it, just like a bandage rip it off,

“I LIKE YOU KANAO AND NOT LIKE YOU AS A FRIEND BUT AS A LOVER I- I LIKE LIKE YOU AND IF YOU FEEL THE SAME PLEASE BE MY GIRLFRIEND” you let out a long breath as though you’ve been holding it this whole time

You slowly averted your eyes to her face to see her reaction, but all she did was blankly stare at you •_•, hurt immediately became your main emotion you were about to apologize but the her blank face soon turned into a smile

“I like like you too y/n and I’d love to be your girlfriend” she says in a more calm voice contray to your loud one

So what now? You thought,

“Can I kiss you?” You hoped your weren’t already moving too fast

She  nodded her head you then came up to her after hearing her approval

You were going to kiss her on her cheek but she quickly turned her head so you could kiss her on her lips

It was quick but sweet

You both just stood there for a moment very flustered at the very simple kiss but it was no simple to either of you

“Oh wait I need to give you something” she said and ran into the estate, when she came back she shyly handed you butterfly hair clip that was beautifully mixed with all your favorite colors

“I was going to give it to you when I confessed my feelings for you” she was currently looking down, her cheeks a light shade of pink

“How long did you have it?” You asked very curious because butterfly hair clips take some time to make

“About two months, I’m so sorry I didn’t confess !”

You assured her it was ok and you were just glad she felt the same way you felt for her

Dating headcanons

💕- She’ll randomly give you flowers and she’ll put them in your hair for you

💕- She really loves to do your hair! And it doesn’t matter what type you have she’ll be able to do it and it always looks great

💕- She’s like a cat, she’ll randomly come up to you and lay her head on your shoulder or lap but if you try to touch her she’ll run away

💕- She’s just over-flowing with so much emotions right now and she doesn’t know what to do soooo she ESCAPES

💕- Please be patient with the physical attention in the relationship she’s very shy and gets flustered easily, she doesn’t know how to react when you hug her so most times she runs or stands there awkwardly

💕- She’s not one for PDA but she would stand extremely close to you, brush her arm against yours , or often sit so close your shoulder are touching

💕- She really loves doing things for you she thinks it makes up for her lack of physical attention

💕- You forgot your book at the estate? she’ll get it! You’re thirsty? She’ll boil some tea for you, you’re carrying some meds for Shinobu? she’ll carry some if not all!

💕- and she likes doing it so it’s hard for her to stop when you say she doesn’t have to help so much

💕- She always shares her food with you especially when it comes to sweets

💕- She also love to blow bubbles with you, you two could spend hours in the garden just blowing bubbles

💕- When Shinobu found out she was beyond happy, she was so relived that Kanao was able to find true happiness and was able to come out of her shell

💕- She was even more happier to know it was you! She knows you’re good person

💕- Giyuu was happy too but he didn’t talk about as often as Shinobu, he would sometimes give you days off to go on dates with her

💕- Shinobu would joke and say your relationship was forbidden love since her and Giyuu would often have “brawls”

Romeo and Juliet? but everyone lives at the end

[votederpycausemufins]

I wonder what people think of the NSMP so far, and how they think of it at the end of the chapter, and just what people think in general

@petrichormeraki the hermit Tommy people and @helleborusangel the online friendo with great rambles!

“So, how are things with Grian?” Grifter looked up as someone sat at the table he was working at.

“Surprisingly well.” Grifter replied. “It took about a day to get him used to standard weapons again, which isn’t too bad. He’s still worried about respawning, which is an obvious fear. Oh, and I’m hoping he’ll be able to hang out with Flora today!”

“Oh, that sounds like a great idea. I know there aren’t many young hermits, so if he’s able to hang with anyone his age- hey maybe I should end lessons early.”

Grifter looked up at the other Listener. “End lessons early? You mean for just one, or both of the kids?”

The Listener shrugged. “Both obviously. Vee probably wants a break as much as their sister, so wouldn’t be fair to give one a break and not the other.”

“You’re not sending Vee to the NSMP, right?” Grifter asked, trying not to have any worry in his voice, and if there was, he quickly tried covering it up. “I mean, I haven’t gotten everything over there fixed. They’re all still used to how Nightmare ran it. And I haven’t gotten around one of the things he put in there.”

The Listener chuckled. “No! Of course not. If I could keep Astrid from wanting to visit, I would. I mean, it sounds like you’d like her to come over for Grian. I could try keeping her out if you want but-”

Grifter rolled his eyes. “Yeah, rebellious teen who’s also got magic. Been there, done that. Speaking of, how long have they been training?”

The Listener perked up at that. “Astrid’s been going for one year and twelve days, and yesterday was Vee’s mark for one year. I got each of them a present of course since it’s pretty much like a birthday and all.”

“Well then, if that’s the case, I think I have a little present for them as well. In the middle of everything yesterday, a Watcher was having a one year party.”

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Though Grian found it easiest to learn and use a sword for pretty obvious reasons. Instead, he kept an axe out. Apparently it could be as powerful or even more dangerous than a sword to the point that a number of people used it as a preferred weapon. It was a bit heavy for him, but to be honest, all of the tools felt a bit heavy in his hands. Gym class didn’t really have the best setup for using stuff like this.

He set his axe down for a few moments to let his arms rest as he pulled out his communicator. Sense apparently needed to fix it up so it would work in this time or something. Seeing as how it was working and even looked upgraded, it looked like the man had succeeded. Grian checked his coordinates, moving it from side to side to figure out which way was which as the numbers changed in real time. He was pretty sure at this point he was very lost, since he was used to streets and maps and not open land and coordinates. The only real street was near the castle, and it didn’t even last that long until it turned into what was practically rubble.

While Grian knew he could just stay in the castle since rooms were offered, part of him wasn’t thrilled at the idea of having to be stuck with what would essentially be roommates again. Especially if he could live elsewhere without having to pay rent. He would have to build his own place and gather the materials for it himself, but he had been interested in architecture and was thinking about going to college for it, and it seemed like it was easier to get the stuff he would need here.

He found a nice small tree to start with and pushed leaves out of the way for a good place to start chopping. When he did, Grian was surprised to find his axe chopping through the wood like it was warm butter, taking a chunk out of it in two swings. After that, he nearly fell over in surprise when he realized the tree was still standing, but after getting back up and feeling the tree to make sure he wasn’t imagining things, Grian could feel a hint of magic there, keeping the tree floating in the air.

Not wanting to leave it there, Grian started to tear down the rest of the tree, glad to see that the leaves were falling on their own since he didn’t want to deal with them too. Since one tree had been easy enough, Grian started on another, and then another. He took breaks between every few trees, not used to the amount of work even if the axe made it easy. But he was too busy during those breaks to catch the fiery orange color darting about in the shadows.

As Grian began to chop down another tree, he was stopped again as he was tackled from the side. In a panic, he swung his axe wildly, managing to hit whatever was attacking him by the sounds they made, but couldn’t be completely sure because he had his eyes closed. Finally, something grabbed his axe and yanked it away, pinning his arms down before he could grab anything else.

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” A voice hissed from above him, and Grian nervously opened his eyes. He immediately focused on the person’s ears, which were definitely not human, but he sighed as he realized they didn’t belong to a rabbit. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to amuse the hybrid as they let go of his one arm and instead pressed their forearm against his neck. “What are you? A hunter?!”

Grian quickly shook his head. He would say something, but talking was pretty hard when being choked. He saw a tree out of the corner of his eye and then looked back and forth between the tree and the hybrid, hoping they would understand what he meant. While it seemed like they didn’t, they at least eased up on his neck, letting him breathe better and speak. “I was just getting supplies.” He wheezed out, taking a break to catch his breath. “Grifter said-”

“Grifter?” The hybrid asked in surprise, then let Grian go for a moment before grabbing him again. “Wait, explain why you look so much like him. How do I know you’re not lying about him. Are you even on his good side?”

“We’re relat-” Was all Grian got out before the arm was against his neck again. “Right, sure you are. How come I haven’t heard of you before? I mean, I know my family pretty well.”

Grian wracked his brain for some way, any way to get this person to leave him alone. He at the very least had access to one hand, since the arm trapping it before was now on his neck, but he had no way of knowing if the person would understand him. He used his pointer finger to point to the side, then crossed his fingers, put his hands into a fist with his pinky out, then a fist with his thumb to the side, then finally put his thumb between his middle and ring fingers while it was in a fist. He repeated that a few times before the arm on his neck pulled back slightly

“Gry-an?” The hybrid asked, and Grian winced, but nodded, pointing to himself. “Alright, and what about Grifter? Who is he to you?” And he was glad his arm was left free. He pointed to himself again, then brushed the side of his cheek twice with the back of his hand, then had his hand go forward, palm down. “Or really? Then where are your wings?” And grian shook his hand like he slammed it in something. “Oh.”

Finally the hybrid moved away, freeing Grian from the ground. He rubbed his neck, coughing a little. “I see what he said about me needing to train…”

“So Gryan, what are you doing around my place?” The hybrid asked, standing up, not offering a hand to Grian.

“It’s Grian, and I was just trying to gather supplies. Grifter said I could stay in the castle, but to be honest, I’d like a place of my own. I went looking and found this place, so I was going to collect some wood. I didn’t realize this place belonged to you. But I’m glad you know BSL.”

The hybrid raised an eyebrow. “BSL? You mean sign language?”

“Uh, yeah. Your accent didn’t quite sound British, so I was worried you might have used ASL, or something else.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A lot. There’s also the two handed alphabet, and I'm pretty sure the sign for future is different if hurt isn’t.” Grian explained, finally pushing himself up to his feet.

“I just used what I was taught by my Grandma.” the hybrid shrugged. “She said something like it was bonzel? Or something like that.”

“BANZSL?” Grian said, fingerspelling it at the same time. “I mean, essentially the same thing. It’s just easier to say BSL.”

“I don’t understand anything you just said, I just know I understand the way your hands move.”

“Good enough.” Grian nodded. “So, your forest? I guess I cut down too many trees, huh?”

The hybrid shook their head. “Pfft, no. I can just replant them. You were just in what I think of as my place, and I’m not a fan of unfamiliar people showing up.”

“And Grifter is… is he allowed or not?”

“Oh he’s definitely allowed.” The hybrid smiled. “Coolest uncle around and now the admin, why wouldn’t I want him hanging at my place?”

“Cool.” Grian smiled, but then his eyes widened. “Wait so I’m an uncle?!”

The hybrid shrugged. “I dunno. You’re from the past, right? I doubt I’m born yet for you- how old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“What the fuck, I’m older than you!” The hybrid exclaimed “Sort of. Long story. Short version is the old admin was a bitch.”

“So, does that mean you were born at that point?”

They rubbed their chin. “No, not yet. I’m trying to remember how old I was and how old dad was when I was adopted.”

“Oh, you were adopted?”

“I think. It’s easier than saying my real dad ran out on my mom and then she dated and married this new guy who’s now my dad.”

“Yeah, that does sound easier.”

“So, I don’t think I gave my name. I’m Fleur.”

Grian smiled and shook their hand. “Nice to meet you.”

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Mumbo wanted to find Grian and leave right now. He was pretty sure the others thought the same, but right now they were all split up. They had started to explore before EX had caught up to them. Before he could say why, they were soon attacked by a creeper hybrid going by the name Euro. Mumbo could tell it was obviously the same one that was Techno’s Hels version based on the way they fought, managing to go hand to hand with the piglin hybrid.

Even with that, Euro had been strong enough to keep them split up, and now Mumbo was worried about Grian and Grum. He was especially worried from the fact that they had been there for about a day and he hadn’t seen any sign of Grian or his hels copy. It also didn’t help that the mobs here seemed to be more powerful than the ones on hermitcraft, which caused even more problems. Even in the day, he was getting trouble from zombies and skeletons that were wearing helmets, protecting them from the sun.

An arrow nearly hit Mumbo, breaking him out of his thoughts and making him start to run so he could find new cover. He barely got a shield up in time to block an arrow before he dove into a cave and pulled out a spare redstone torch for some semblance of light. The redstoner backed up, hoping for a bit more cover, but then he bumped into something that was unmistakably someone else. He was about to scream, but then his mouth was covered by a hand, so he struggled instead.

“Calm down, it’s just me!” A voice spoke that was just a little too cheerful for the situation they were in. Mumbo stopped struggling and was let go, able to turn around and see Wilbur was in the cave with him.

“Oh thank goodness. I was worried I wasn’t going to find anyone else.” He looked Wilbur over. “How are you doing?”

“Well, once you’ve died once, the fear of dying again isn’t that bad, especially since we get respawns here.” Wilbur replied, not as chipper as before.

“Yes, but that’s only with respawn anchors, and last I checked, we weren’t linked up to any of those. And if we are, we don’t know where it is and if it's broken or not.”

“Hmm, that’s true.” Wilbur replied, tilting his head slightly in thought. “Well, I’m sure there’s something for if you die and don’t have one yet. I’m sure they wouldn’t make it that easy to actually die.”

“I suppose that’s true.” Mumbo conceded. “But we should still be careful.”

The pair prepared themselves to move out of the cave and get through the landscape, not as worried now that neither of them were completely alone. They were just about to leave when Wilbur grabbed Mumbo’s shoulder and pulled him back. “Wait, there was something I wanted to tell you.”

“What was that?” Mumbo asked, turning back to look at the other man, who seemed to currently be struggling with trying to remember. He remembered at the party hearing mention that Wilbur had still been struggling with his memory after officially being revived, so Mumbo was patient with the man.

“Techno… he mentioned something about when Grifter was in the Dream SMP. About Euro.”

“I think I remember overhearing a tad bit of that when you were both over for Grum’s party.” Mumbo replied. “Something about Grifter talking about his family.”

Wilbur nodded. “Yeah, it was… That’s what it was!” And he smiled, finally remembering, before frowning again at whatever he remembered. “That was Euro who attacked us, but from what I heard, Grifter bragged about him being some sort of coward. That seemed like the opposite of what we saw. Do you think it was a lie? Or maybe that was someone else.”

“I’m not sure.” Mumbo replied. “Maybe he was just using the element of surprise. If we see him again and attack, it could scare him.”

“You’re right, that’s probably it.” Wilbur agreed. “If we see him again, I’ll try attacking and he’ll run off, letting us look for the others.”

“You think they’re alright?”

Wilbur shrugged. “Depends on if any of them are with someone else or by themselves.”

“I guess that’s true. So, what can you tell me about the people from your world? It might help us know what to expect.”

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Grum smiled as he cut down another zombie, getting approval from Techno. The two of them had quickly found each other again after Euro split them up, mainly since Techno stayed behind to fight the hels smp’er, and Grum hid nearby. Since then, they fortunately hadn’t run into anyone else, but the longer they went without seeing anyone at all, the more suspicious it became.

“Do you think they’re planning an ambush?” Grum suggested, making Techno shrug.

“If it were me, I’d probably try that. But this isn’t the SMP I’m used to.”

“Yeah, but it also looks like this place is still pretty dangerous. Nightmare was just as bad as Dream… and Theseus wasn’t that nice either.”

“Could also be that the rest of them are just idiots and cowards.” Techno said, hoping to lighten the mood. “They see us out here slaying monsters left and right and know not to deal with us.” That seemed to work as Grum giggled a little. “They’ve seen true terror! A pig and a child, truly a force to be reckoned with.”

They were able to keep the mood up for a bit longer, but then Grum was feeling sad again. “I really hope my dad is okay. He got really hurt last time we saw Grifter. I did too…” And his screen flickered a little.

Techno noticed Grum’s distress and picked the bot up, putting him on his shoulders and trying to ignore chat’s cooing. “Yeah, well now you’ve got me, and Phil’s around here somewhere, so we can take him on.”

“Yeah, and we also have Paul.”

“Still not sure what his deal is, but chat seems to know something about him. They’re just shouting all over each other so I can’t tell what they’re talking about other than it being him.”

Grum nodded, quiet as they walked a bit, then he leaned down and looked at Techno. “Hey, maybe we can find out. He’s supposed to be a king, right?”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” Techno replied. “Why?”

Grum sat back up and crossed his arms, Techno lifting his own arms up worried that Grum was about to fall off his shoulders. “It’s more of a fortunately. I’ve got extra diamonds and you can use those so I can get access to my mayoral reservoirs.”

Techno stopped walking. “You sure that’s a good idea? How do we know it’ll even work for him? Or, you know, even work for you?”

“Well,” Grum conceded. “We don’t really know. I mean, we’re in a hels dimension, so I might not be able to access anything. Or it might crash again, though I think that was just your old admin’s fault.”

“Then let’s not risk it just yet. We don’t need to know about that and if it goes wrong, it will go really wrong and leave you out of commission.” Techno explained, starting to walk again, but then immediately stopped, only moving to bend down and set Grum down on the ground and grab his weapon.

Seeing what he did, Grum grabbed his own sword, ready to attack whatever Techno noticed. For a few moments, everything was completely quiet. Then, before either of them could react, both Grum and Techno were suddenly trapped in bedrock.

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Paul sliced through another group of mobs in the way, then helped Tommy up to the ledge he was on. Tommy had yet to even swing his sword with Paul tearing through anything in the way. At the very least he had been able to use a bow to shoot things down from afar, but Tommy prefered melee to ranged. The teen wouldn’t have been too frustrated if it weren’t also for the fact that the man was going out of his way to kill any chicken they saw as well.

“I still don’t fucking get why you keep killing chickens. Why do they matter?” Tommy asked, picking up some feathers left behind.

“All chickens are spies, or at least a good enough portion that it’s best to get rid of any you see.” Paul explained, suddenly swinging at a creeper that had snuck up on them. “They’ve been a problem for as long as I can remember. At first, I had know clue why, it was just a sort of gut feeling. Like I knew when I didn’t actually know.”

“Alright, and so you just took it as fact?” Tommy asked, rolling his eyes.

“Not, of course not.” Paul replied. “I mean, only dumb people would do that, and there’s three types of people in this world, those who can do math, and those who can’t.”

“Bitch that’s two types of people.”

Paul sighed and looked back at Tommy. “Yeah, that’s the joke.”

“Oh…”

“Anyway, one time I found one messing with my things. I thought it was just a fluke until it happened again. At this point, I was already in the show biz a bit, so I played along. I trapped the chicken and then started jokingly interrogating it. When it actually started writing its chicken scratch on a sign, I thought I was going crazy at first.”

“So, it was actually a spy?” Tommy asked, not fully believing him.

“Yeah, it was. And from there things started unravelling until I finally met Punch.”

Tommy frowned. “And Punch is your hels version?”

“As far as I can tell, yeah.” Paul affirmed. “Pablo Punchwood, god of unwilling death. Most people think of ravens, crows and vultures as birds signalling death, but chickens can be ruthless. Whoever thought of calling cowards chickens did not meet a real chicken.”

“Really? What harm could they do?” But Paul didn’t answer Tommy verbally. Instead, he pulled out a book bound with black leather and opened it, following along with a page. A moment later, a rift of a sort of camo green color opened in the air next to the pair, and Paul reached his hand in, pulling out what looked like a dead mouse. “What the fuck was that?!”

“Think of it like a sort of multiworld enderchest.” Paul explained, though still not answering Tommy’s question about the chicken. When they next encountered some monsters, Paul had them take a more covert route, hiding instead of fighting.  Finally, they reached a pair of chickens while the pair of them crouched in the grass. Paul pulled the rat out again, then bit at the inside of his cheek a bit before using the blood from the wound he caused to put blood on the rat.

Tommy watched as the man then threw the animal towards the chickens, surprised by how quietly it went through the air. Then it landed and caught the attention of the chickens, who then started pecking at the creature. After a few seconds, Tommy looked away, not able to stomach what he saw.

“So, that’s chickens for you. Anything about that size that’s injured, and they’ll tear it to shreds. Sometimes there are even chickens that are confident enough to go after people, but bluckers are the ones you need to look out for. They really like to bite.”

“So chickens have been dangerous spies this entire time?!” Tommy asked as they started to move, looking back to see only the bones of the rat were left behind.

“Sure have been. It’s part of why avians are a class all of their own when talking about hybrids.” Paul explained, getting them through another rough patch of monsters. “See, ages ago, there were dinosaurs, and those eventually found their way to being various birds. Technically, there’s a longer explanation, but that’s all you really need to know right now.”

“So avian hybrid people are technically part dinosaur?” Tommy asked, surprised.

“Sort of. See, when you get into the nitty gritty of it all, part of the reason avians are called that and not bird hybrids is because of the fact that they tend to be more shifter than hybrid.”

“More what?”

“Shifter. There’s different classes of what most people generally call hybrids. There’s standard humans, hybrids, shifters, and naturals. Of course, technically humans count as naturals, but the categories were made by a human so it’s a bit of prejudice there.”

“Can you fucking cut to the chase?” Tommy asked, not wanting a lecture.

“Sure.” Paul shrugged. “Punchwood is my evil version, he’s got a thing with chickens, even though he should be staying in this dimension, he’s messed with things, avians are some sort of descendant deity now, and that makes categorizing them odd.”

Tommy was completely silent for a few moments, even stopping in place as Paul continued walking. Then, he came to his senses and ran to catch up. “What the fuck? None of that made any sense! Where do dinosaurs come into that? Why the fuck are there avians here then if he’s hels? Why isn’t it just fucking chickens then?”

Tommy didn’t have a chance to answer as suddenly Paul dodged an attack. Tommy himself barely pushed away, just in time to dodge an attack from a woman wielding a pink axe. He swung his netherite sword at the woman, which hit the blade of her axe, sending sparks into the air. “Hey! Are you going to help me fight or what?”

With those words, Paul attacked the woman as well, looking much sloppier than he had fighting the monsters. Though Tommy couldn’t do much about that right then, he still filed it away for later. After they dealt with whoever this was.

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Doc tried to hold back another hiss. When he first ended up finding Phil, he was just glad to have someone else on his side. The monsters were a slight hassle, but between the two of them, they were getting through them well. So well that they actually had enough time to just walk and chat. Doc was even the one to suggest Phil come up with a topic to talk about. And he decided to ask about Doc’s interaction with gods.

Though the hybrid wanted to yell at Phil, he knew that was more the fault of Theseus, Paul and himself for opening things up to that conversation. So reluctantly Doc answered the questions Phil had.

“So why are you just calling it the Perd now?”

Doc rolled his eye a little. “Yeah. Easier to mishear and harder to search for. It’s not like we really want anyone releasing Notch into the world again.”

“Why would anyone want to let him out?” Phil asked incredulously. “He was a tyrant god. People were looking for a way to trap him for years.”

“Yeah, people were, but other people continued to worship him before and even after he was finally imprisoned. God apples being called that is still a recent change.” They paused the conversation to deal with some mobs before Doc continued the answer. “Not everyone is so long lived to remember those days. Heck, some people think Herobrine’s still not a nice dude because of that old propaganda that always got put out. I mean, he can be violent if need be, but you saw how tame he tends to be.”

“I have?”

“That’s Joe. The guy hanging with Cleo and wearing glasses. Eret’s dad.”

“Really? Wouldn’t have guessed.” Phil replied, and Doc was glad for the slightly lighter subject. But that took both of them off guard, meaning neither of them was ready when they were suddenly attacked by an enderman.

Phil was the first one attacked, the monster sending him a few meters back with the amount of force behind the attack. It swung at Doc next, hitting his right arm and leaving a dent in the prosthetic. When it tried to swing at Doc again, Phil had jumped back to his feet and swung his axe, the blade hitting the monster and making them teleport a few blocks away.

With the short break in fighting, Phil and Doc were able to get a good look at their foe. The enderman stood there, slouched over a bit, yet still taller than a regular enderman. Their normally small paw like hands were now large enough that Doc was pretty sure just one could wrap around his head, and that wasn’t counting that the monster had four arms instead of just two.

The last things of note was the fact that half of the enderman was a pale lavender instead of being all black, and they were also wearing a hawaiian shirt of all things. But that was enough for Phil to realize that they were dealing with Ranboo’s hels version.

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Xisuma sighed as he got back to his feet. While he was glad to not have ended up completely alone in an unfamiliar world and dimension, he wasn’t the biggest fan of having only found his brother. X had tried a casual discussion, but EX always found a way to turn it into a fight.

And that also didn’t mention the trouble they were already having from mobs. Xisuma was defending the both of them while his brother refused to help, leaving the monsters with the upper hand. Xisuma could usually keep his cool fairly well, but at this point, Xannes was starting to get on his nerves.

“Could you move faster? You’re slowing us down.” EX said, making his point by walking faster than he was before.

“We would be making more progress if you were fighting the monsters instead of me.” Xisuma grumbled, making his point by shooting a nearby spider.

“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t want me getting in the way.” EX replied smugly. “I’m sure you’d rather ban me again than have me sticking around. Who knows, maybe it would stick this time.”

“At this point, it would probably help.” Xisuma replied, though under his breath, not wanting his brother to hear him, then spoke in a more audible tone. “I’m sure you’d find a way around it.”

Xannes just chuckled, slowing down and finally letting Xisuma catch up again before tripping the admin with a laugh. Xisuma looked up in frustration at his brother before just lying on the ground for a moment to calm down, not wanting to fight back. And then Xisuma was suddenly dragged back with a yell as something grabbed his ankle.

Xannes turned around to see why X had yelled, only to find a trail in the ground and his brother missing. “What? Oh, ha ha. Very funny, brother. I’m sure even with my setbacks, us sticking together is still a better option.” He was quiet, waiting for a response, but none came. “Oh alright, I’ll be a bit nicer. Just come back.” But there was still no answer.

Now more worried, EX took his sword out, the blade a tad shaky in his hands. “Brother, I get your point now. My little jokes aren’t actually funny. Is that what you want right now?” Yet again, there was still no answer, except this time, there was the snap of a branch or something in the nearby area, leaving Xannes whirling around, weapon at the ready. “Br-Xisuma! Where are you?! Stop messing around!”

All that happened was another sound from nearby, making Xannes flinch, but with few other options he moved towards it. He needed to push through a bit of foliage, but then he finally saw his brother. The admin was tied up and hanging upside down, a very tall person standing next to him in a light blue cloak with gold accents, two pairs of wings on their back and a golden circlet on their head over the hood of their cloak.

Xannes crept forward, trying to make as little noise as possible. His eyes connected with Xisuma’s, who was trying to signal something, but the hels admin couldn't piece it out in time. Xannes looked back at the figure, only to see them turning back towards him. He tried to hide again, only to have his shoulder grabbed at the last moment and be yanked back.

EX got a glimpse of the person’s face, them similar enough to the demon from the DSMP that he made the connection. “Oh, and I can get a matching set out of this.”

Xannes kicked at the angel demon thing. “Let go of me you bastard! Or I promise you will regret it!”

“Oh, is that so?” They asked, tilting their head. “Well, I guess you’ll have to show me.” And they started to tie Xannes up as well.

When he was hanging next to Xisuma, the admin wriggled a bit to turn himself towards Xannes. “Why didn’t you do anything? I’m sure lightning could take down even an angel.” But Xannes just grumbled. “Look, I can’t get us out of this one, you can’t make me do everything.”

“Oh shut up!”

“Why? I’m not an admin here. I can only get us in and out of worlds, and at the very least I need to stay for the others. I can’t do anything to get us out, so you have to instead.”

“Well sure! Let me just, I don’t know, pull up my kill aura to attack him, hmm? Oh wait, I-”

And then Xannes stopped talking as suddenly the angel was attacked by an invisible force. The pair of admins watched as their captor was attacked until they finally died from damage, and a few moments later, Xannes and Xisuma were both freed from their bindings. “Took you long enough.”

Xannes picked himself off the ground. “That wasn’t you?”

“I told you I can’t do anything since I’m not the admin here. You were the one just talking about kill auras.”

“Well… I can’t actually… access any of my hacks here.” Xannes hesitantly admitted. “And I never got to go to any of the fancy schools you got to go to, so I’m always relying on them for combat.”

“You’re saying you can’t actually fight? Is that why you weren’t helping?” Xisuma asked, taking his brother crossing his arms and looking away as a yes. “Well, we have ample time while making our way through this world looking through the others. I’m sure active experience would help.”

“I don’t want your help.” Xannes replied defensively. He started to walk off in a huff, then paused, looking back. “Why not pretend to teach your viewers or whatever you record things for? Pretend like you’re doing something useful.”

Xisuma chuckled and followed behind his brother. That was probably the best he was going to get from EX, but it was better than nothing. The two of them continued through the world, Xisuma defending against monsters they encountered. And if there were a few less, the pair didn’t notice, just as they didn’t notice the person in a frowning mask following behind them.

[kwyerim]

hey hey friendos! i’m here with my first muse, ahn yerim. she’s a 21 (almost 22!) year old veterinary technology student, who also is a student council representative, resident assistant and a cashier at the campus store! she’s a new muse and everything is still a wip, but i’ll leave some links as well as a tldr with some plot ideas under the cut. i haven’t roleplayed in years so i’m excited to be here and get back into it!! ♡ leave a like if you’d like me to hop into your ims for some plotting ~

profile. acceptance post. 

tldr background

born in namwon, south korea and grew up in the countryside there. she lived with both her parents (though her father was often away on business), as well as her 2 years younger brother. 

while her family never actually owned any animals themselves, as her mother is allergic, plenty of their neighbors in the village owned cats, dogs, even horses and some sheep and cows, and yerim was always happy to help out, even taking on small, paid errands for some neighbors once she got older. she’s been used to being around animals her entire life, and sometimes thinks she gets along better with them than with humans. 

despite not having any major complaints about her life on the countryside, yerim always felt like she was destined for something bigger. ever since she was a little girl, she was dreaming of going to seoul, imagining the different things that could happen to her there. her dream became an obsession, something she felt was her destiny, and she started saving up money as soon as she had some of her own. 

when she was almost 16, she left home, thinking she had surely saved up enough money to go live in seoul on her own by now. her mother disapproved, but yerim stood by her decision and left anyway, thinking she would sever all ties with her family if she had to — she’d do everything to live out her dream. 

turns out, her mother had been right and she had absolutely not saved up enough money to live there on her own. while she did find a cheap enough place to live, and sorted out a high school to attend, it only took two months before she realized she was almost completely out of money already. too stubborn to go back home to her parents and admit that her mother had been right all along, she instead decided that she would get through this, whatever it took. 

she took up multiple jobs, let a roommate come live with her to help with rent, and even postponed her education by a bit just to make things go around. it was tough, and she was exhausted from being constantly busy, but things worked out, somehow. 

while her high school graduation was a bit delayed, she did eventually graduate, and got accepted to kyungwon university, thankfully with a scholarship. 

her years so far at kyungwon have been far from easy, though. she keeps busy, as always, and refuses to let go of extracurriculars or extra responsibilities she’s taken on just so she has more time to study without being so stressed all the time. she doesn’t know who she’s trying to prove that she can do it to — maybe just herself — but she knows she’s able to get through it. at least that’s what she thinks but she may or may not be close to severely burning out 

plot ideas

yerim comes off as someone who’s very responsible, committed, and sort of cold to people she doesn’t know well. usually, her cold exterior scares people off easily enough, but this particular person has just decided to not give up on her. they could be constantly hanging around her at work, in the library, around the dorms — anywhere really, and she feels like they’ve made it their life’s mission to get her to genuinely smile at least once. but so far, most of what they’ve gotten out of her are sighs and eye-rolls. 

casual acquaintances such as co-workers, study pals, student government ppl, roommates/dorm neighbors etc. 

being the big fan of animals that she is, and having some experience with sick animals from her life back in namwon, yerim just can’t ignore it when she sees an injured animal, even if it’s just a random bird. could be several plots related to this, i.e. someone catches her keep some animal in the dorms as she’s nursing it back to health, someone finds an injured bird with her and they nurse it back to health together etc.

any genuine friends!! she can be kinda tough to get to know and doesn’t open up easily but once she has opened up to someone, she’s a very loyal and caring friend. gives very good advice but never follows her own advice

there’s bound to be some people who don’t get along with her so any frenemies, enemies, rivals whatever i’m down for it all

people she met before enrolling at kyungwon. could be roommates she lived with in seoul, past high school classmates, old co-workers. could even be people she knows from namwon if any other muses just happen to have any connections there lol

idk i’m down for most things this is just what i can think of rn so if none of these fit i’m always down for some good ol’ brainstorming ♡

[hottestthingalive]

Things I Have Learned About DSMP Thanks To All Of My Tumblr Mutuals And/Or Discord Buddies Without Having Ever Watched One Of The Streams

(essentially a sequel to that one among us post i made)

-from what i remember, there’s ghostbur, dream, techno, niki, eret, tubbo, tommy, philza dad minecraft, quackity, fundy, and ranboo. probably some others too

-dream is an green smiley face personified. also, an asshole. i’m pretty sure all of my mutuals and/or discord buddies hate dream

-techno is a pig but like. humanoid. everyone either adores or hates techno and there is zero middle ground. he had a speech where he said “i’m a person” and i know this because my discord friendos told me extensively about it. 

-tubbo and tommy are people. i have no idea which is which but one of their combined entity is super attached to the past, was friends with techno before betraying him, and is philza dad minecraft’s child. 

-i know nothing about fundy other than the fact that he’s a fox. apparently a lot of these people are not humans. 

-oh yeah and apparently a bunch of these people are dating inanimate objects and/or fish? philza dad minecraft is dating a smart fridge and when i learned that i rioted. also there’s a fish named sally. 

-eret wore a strawberry dress once and is a nb icon. 

-niki is. existing

-quackity is not a duck which is disappointing. he dated some other person i can’t remember the name of so we’re gonna call them x but then x fucked up and they were gonna divorce but x died so that didn’t happen i guess. 

-philza dad minecraft is a dad. and dating a fridge. why

-ranboo is half enderman i guess? and gave techno an axe (which was very sweet)? apparently he has a secret tumblr account too and he’s a good actor

-ghostbur was formerly named wilbur but now he’s dead and also a ghost. his name is kinda self-explanatory. he hangs around whether tommy or tubbo and he’s gonna get resurrected soon supposedly into alivebur. 

-there’s been like eight coups and also there’s this place called l’manberg which once had walls but now doesn’t. i’ve nicknamed it ba sing se. i’m pretty sure there’s war in l’manberg. 

-people have been banished i guess? a lot?

-one of the kids has something to do with bees.

-there’s also the arctic kingdom which i know nothing about except that it’s snowy and i’m pretty sure techno bops around there. 

-apparently the children roleplaying in this thing are. rich as fuck because of it? good job?

-rules of the server are that people get three canon deaths and they can’t go kill the ender dragon. seems unfair. at least let people go meet the dragon. 

-also when i initially found out about the canon deaths i thought it meant cannon deaths like the hunger games and/or that they were all pirates and got shot by cannons when they died. my friends have informed me that neither of those things are true and frankly i’m disappointed. 

-people have managed to get elytra without fighting the dragon? i haven’t played minecraft in a minute but i’ll be honest i don’t know how that works. 

-techno calls philza dad minecraft his “business associate”. philza dad minecraft calls techno his son. 

-there were two festivals. at least one of them ended really badly.

-being king/queen/monarch is cursed i guess? rip to those people who got cursed but i would simply use my power to instate a democracy and then step down. 

-there’s a lot of betrayal :(

-techno has abandonment and trust issues and has convinced himself no one loves him or appreciates him at all and so distances himself from emotional relationships with everyone. 

-i’ve never seen this but my friends have convinced me that i should absolutely whip out the adoption papers for every single being on the server except maybe dream who’s an asshole. 

-also dsmp stands for dream something multiplayer and not dream simp(s)

[gaylotusthatexists]

may i have one 'shot with an arrow" with intrulogical, please?

hunting

fandom: sanders sides

pairing: intrulogical 

prompt: shot with an arrow

trigger warnings: morally grey/sympathetic remus, weapons, animal death, blood mention, injury mention

word count: 2391

a/n: hey!!! it's been a while since i posted anything for the @badthingshappenbingo but! i'm back babey, here we go! thank u for requesting this friendo u know how much of a slut i am for intrulogical. 

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The one thing that Logan hadn't expected today was for Remus to break down his door and drag him out to the Imagination, very much against Logan's will. Logan supposed he didn't have an excuse to get out of it, though - he was ahead of schedule in doing his jobs for Thomas, and had actually allocated that day to rest, perhaps to read a few astrology books from the steadily increasing pile on the corner of his desk. However, those plans were soon thwarted as Remus explained his own plans.

Logan somewhat got along with Remus, unlike the other light sides, although he'd never thought that he would ever be Remus' first choice to play around with - or 'torment', as Remus liked to put it, although Logan knew that was just his way of showing affection. Apparently, Janus had been busy that day - something about Thomas working too hard lately, the two of them were having a 'self care day' according to Remus - which meant that Remus had come to Logan instead. Which would usually be fine - Remus often came to 'hang out' with Logan, although that usually consisted of Remus ranting at him whilst Logan worked. This was the first time that Remus had taken Logan into the Imagination.

"Might I inquire what we are actually doing here?" Logan asked, calmly walking alongside a bouncy Remus through the Dark Forest.

"I was bored," Remus said.

Logan sighed. "Yes, Remus, I'm quite aware of that. But that doesn't explain why I am here, or what activities you have in store for us."

"Basically, I was reading The Hunger Games last night-"

Logan raised an eyebrow. "You can read?"

Ignoring Logan's statement but throwing him a glare, Remus continued, "-and I wanna learn archery. And maybe go hunting. So I made an archery range to practise!"

Logan breathed in. "Is that safe?"

"Who cares about safety?"

"I care about safety."

"Well, you're a nerd-"

"I'd just prefer not to die."

"Boring."

Logan sighed. "Please just tell me it's safe."

"Yeah, sure, it's safe or whatever." Remus grinned. "You'll like it, though!"

Logan nodded. "Sure." Over the years, he'd found that it was better to just agree with Remus.

Eventually, the two came across an archery range, where two targets, two bows and several arrows were waiting. One bow had been painted a sickening shade of green and decorated with tiny tentacles, and the other had been painted a solid dark blue, with some white lines dotted around. Logan hummed.

"Did you make these yourself?" he asked, as Remus picked up the green bow and got himself into position.

"Yeah. I didn't sleep last night."

Logan frowned. "Remus, sleep is important, you shouldn't be skipping out on that just to paint something."

"You can't say anything, I know you stayed up late last night reading Sherlock for the hundredth time."

"That's only because I don't have time to read it during the-" He paused. "Wait, how do you know what I doing last night?"

Remus shrugged. He hooked an arrow onto the string and pulled back, sending it flying into the air. It flew straight over the target, landing on the ground a few metres behind the targets.

Logan sighed. "Remus, if you're going to shoot an arrow, at least aim." He stepped towards Remus, as Remus went to get another arrow. "Oh, Lord, you're not even holding it correctly. Here-" He reached up and moved Remus' fingers so one was above the arrow and two below, then fixed his grip on the bow itself. "Alright, now pull to your cheek, try to centre the arrow on the target, and-"

Remus shot the arrow, landing straight on the target. A little off centre, in the red section, but still a pretty good shot. Remus grinned in excitement and immediately went to get another arrow, taking another shot. This time, the arrow bounced off the board, landing in the ground below. Remus pouted.

Logan chuckled lightly. "You need to keep up your technique with every shot, Remus. Don't loosen your grip."

"You're such a nerd, Logan," Remus said, taking another shot and this time getting closer to the bullseye. "How come you know how archery works?"

Logan didn't want to tell Remus about his three am Wikipedia trips learning about subjects that had never particularly interested him but sure were fascinating when he had nothing else to be thinking about, or didn't want to go to sleep, so instead he grabbed his own bow and took a few shots himself, all landing pretty close to the bullseye, one only just off the centre. Remus turned to him, admiration in his eyes.

"I take back what I said about you being a nerd, that was so cool."

Logan gave him a small smile, trying to ignore the fact he was blushing a little. "Well, you're doing a good job yourself, as well."

Remus grabbed his hand and began to run off, dragging Logan with him. "C'mon! We can go hunt real things now-"

"Remus, I don't think-"

Remus shushed him and continued running, deeper into the Dark Forest. He summoned a quiver around his own shoulder and one around Logan's, filled with a never ending supply of arrows. It didn't seem like Logan would be able to get out of this.

Eventually, they stopped as they came across a clearing, with a few deer standing around. Remus ducked under a bush, dragging Logan with him.

"Try to hit that one," Remus whispered, pointing to a large one in the middle.

Logan sighed. "Do I have to? They're deers. They haven't done anything to us."

"They aren't real deers, Logan. They'll be fine. This is just for fun."

Logan breathed in. "Alright." He hooked an arrow onto his bow and aimed towards the deer, trying to keep his breath steady as he released it and watched the arrow soar through the sky, hitting the deers shoulder. It cried out in pain and collapsed to the floor, the other deers running away. Logan couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But Remus was smiling so much, and Logan did like seeing him happy. "You did it!" He exclaimed, jumping out of the bush. He clicked his fingers and the deer came back to life, looking a little confused but beginning to wander around the forest again, the arrow previously stuck in its back disappearing. "C'mon, let's go find more things to kill!"

The two began to walk through the forest now, falling into a comfortable silence as they looked around for their next prey. Logan had to admit that he was... somewhat enjoying this. The forest was a fairly pleasant place to be - being surrounded by nature was calming in a sense, and seeing the various creatures that Remus choose as his targets was actually quite interesting, some of these creatures Logan had never seen up close before and it was certainly an eye opening experience. Of course, he would have much preferred seeing the animals in a context where he wasn't killing them, but still, it was an enjoyable enough experience.

And there was something about Remus' forest that made Logan want to explore even more. He very rarely came to the Imagination, usually only popping in to check on Roman in times where Patton was unavailable, but he had never come to the Dark Imagination. He'd been expecting something a little more... dark, to put things simply, although what he'd been met with was a pretty realistic forest, with a scientifically accurate ecosystem, hardly any nonsense (asides from Remus' apparent ability to revive dead fauna). It was a stark difference from the Light Forest, with danger at every turn and a hundred different species that Logan was a hundred percent certain did not exist in real life, or should even exist in the realm of fiction.

This forest was nice, though. Logan was half tempted to come back here alone at some point, it seemed like an alright place to carry out some research, perhaps a little camping trip would do him some good. He could almost imagine it, a little tent by that stream over there, the berries on that bush didn't appear to be poisonous, there was a family of deer just beyond the stream that he could work with...

"Logan, duck!" Remus shouted, from behind him.

"Duck?" Logan spun around to face Remus, then looked around the area for this supposed duck. "Where?" He failed to notice the arrow quickly flying towards him, and the look of horror on Remus' face as the arrow pierced through Logan's chest.

Or rather, he noticed it a little too late. Logan glanced down at the arrow lodged quite a bit into his skin, looked at the blood beginning to soak through his shirt, and promptly began to freak out. On the outside he tried to maintain a composed look, but on the inside his mind was screaming and he was fairly certain that he was about to die. Well, logically he knew that he couldn't die, and even if he did Remus could just bring him back to life, but damn he had never felt this much pain in his life-

Pain. Pain. The more he thought about it, the more it hurt. He felt himself fall to his knees as all his limbs began to ache, the sharp pain extending from his chest and spreading across his entire body. He felt tears prick at his eyes and his vision become blurry - or was that just his glasses falling off, or- no, no, everything was growing dark as well, and he could feel the blood dripping down his skin, finding it harder and harder to breath.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder, pulling him up and reaching around the arrow.

"No!" Logan exclaimed, wincing at the sudden movement as he twisted his body to face Remus, a look of panic spread across his face.

"Logan, you-"

"Taking-" He took a gulp of air. "Taking it out will make it worse."

"Are- Are you okay?" Remus asked, gently.

"Yes, Remus, I'm doing just great, it's not as if I have a fucking arrow in my chest."

"Okay, okay, that was a dumb question, I'm sorry, I-" Remus breathed in. "If I'm not allowed to take it out, what are we supposed to do?"

Logan bounced his leg up and down, trying to get his thoughts straight and to push the pain down. "I don't know, this is your imagination, can't you get it to go away or something?" Remus' various weapons never usually hurt Logan when he was hit by them, Remus could never usually affect him, why was it different here?

"It's not my imagination, it's Thomas', I-"

"You fixed those animals earlier, can't you-"

"They weren't real, Logan-"

"So? I'm not real either."

"You're real to Thomas."

"Just do something," Logan snapped, getting increasingly frustrated with their back and forth.

Remus glanced around the forest for a second, trying to figure out his next move, before snapping his fingers and picking Logan up. A building had opened up in front of them, some sort of Medieval-style hospital, or... no, more like a witches hut. As he was carried inside, Logan glanced around to take everything in, another attempt to distract himself from the pain. There were bottles of various coloured liquids lining the walls, along with more modern looking medical supplies on tables, and a bed in the far side where Remus went to place Logan down. A woman came out and began to treat Logan's wound, carefully taking out the arrow and rubbing various liquids into it until the pain had soothed just a little. She then wrapped a bandage around Logan's chest, a little too tight for comfort but it kept the blood in, at least. The entire time, Remus held his hand, squeezing it in a comforting manner.

Eventually, the woman disappeared, and Logan's vision slowly return to normal. The pain was still there, but a lot better, and he could breathe much, much better now. After a long silence, he looked up at Remus, frowning at the tears staining his cheeks.

"Remus, are you-"

"I'm so sorry," Remus choked out, squeezing Logan's hand tighter. "I didn't- I didn't realise-"

"There's no need to be sorry, Remus," Logan said, calmly. Inside he was anything but calm, but he needed Remus to know that he wasn't mad at him. "I'm actually rather proud of you, that was quite an impressive shot, considering earlier today you could hardly hit a target-"

"Now isn't the time to compliment me, Logan, you could have died, I almost killed you!"

"I seriously doubt that I would have died," Logan said. "I don't believe it's possible for me to die, being a figment of Thomas' imagination and all-"

"That isn't the point." Remus was crying again. Logan couldn't quite figure out why. "I- I was worried, what if-"

"Why would you be worried about me?" Logan asked, genuinely confused.

"I fucking care about you, Logan, why wouldn't I be worried about someone I care for almost dying?"

Logan blinked. "You... care about me?"

"Of course I do, why would you think I don't?"

"I- I don't know." Logan hummed. "I mean, you hit me with all those weapons daily, and I know it never really affects me but it doesn't exactly scream 'friendship'. I was under the impression that you didn't care about anyone, actually."

Remus collapsed onto him, hugging him tightly. Logan tried not to wince at the sudden pressure, and instead awkwardly patted Remus on the back. "Well, I care about you. Don't scare me like that again."

"I mean, you're the one who hit me in the first place-"

Remus shushed him. Logan sighed, sitting up in the bed and pulled Remus into a proper hug, to which Remus' eyes lit up.

"Maybe we should stop with the archery," Logan suggested.

Remus snorted. "Yeah, okay, in hindsight, it wasn't really a good idea."

Logan smiled. "I did have fun, though."

Remus gasped. "Really?"

"Of course."

Remus hugged even tighter. Logan planted a small kiss on Remus' forehead, and then allowed Remus to sink into his body, as Logan tightened his own grip around Remus as well. The two refused to ever let go.

[weirdcultstuff]

Unrelatable Ex-Amish Feelings

Just a note: The specific group I grew up in was an extreme group, with a cult leader. I tried my best not to include things that I think might be specific to the cult I was in, but I can only write from my own experiences, so some of this might not be universal to all leaving-amish experiences. :)

1. Despising Beverly Lewis books. Despising that TLC ‘Breaking Amish’ show. And if I hear one more time about ‘the amish mafia’ I swear I’m throwing something.

2. Seeing strangers with head-coverings or large families and no longer getting that instant mutual bond, because you are out of context to them now.

3. Rolling your eyes at the ‘Amish Made!’ signs.

4. The cognitive dissonance overload.

5. Critical thinking skills? Who is that?

6. Not having an identity as an individual.

7. (If you’re a girl) working caretaking and cleaning jobs. (If you’re a guy) farming, landscaping, and construction.

8. *I’M GOING TO HELL! I’M GOING TO HELL! I’M GOING TO-*

9. Going P.I.M.O. with your also shunned family, because they’ve joined another group that you don’t want to be in either.

10. Purity culture hangover, can’t make eye contact!!

11. Saying “Mr.”, “Mrs.”, “Professor”, “Dr.”, etc. feels like a direct insult instead of being respectful.

12. Not being able to say “Ich liebe die” to friends because it sounds so much more real and serious than “I love you.” In fact, having tons of language confusion and general work to do on your English.

13. *They’re English, they wouldn’t understand how Amish do anyway.*

14. Just. Not being able to explain anything. Ever. It feels like living in two completely different realms of existence, having been amish and not-amish.

15. The shame of buying something at an amish place and being recognized, and offered the things for free since amish don’t do business with shunned amish.

16. People thinking they understand amish culture because they “grew up around baptists.” Like, I guess?? I understand what you mean? But also no.

17. Despising almost any depiction of the amish in mainstream media, and not being able to articulate how it’s all such skewed perspective, and not knowing how to communicate things properly or make it better. Frustrating!!!!

18. Fighting not to have that Penn Dutch accent and thinking it makes you sound dumb.

19. Being the only kid at your college who knows how to clean and cook and sew and keep house.

20. Missing the cows. Missing the garden. Missing making hay. Missing your friends. Missing your family. Missing taking care of babies. Missing working with people who genuinely like to work. Missing tomato sandwiches. Missing the singing. Missing, missing, missing. Parts of you are missing.

21. Freaking out about every possible aspect of clothes and what to wear.

22. (If you’re a girl) panic attacks about giving presentations in school because *women must be silent, and shouldn’t teach men, and business casual means you can’t even cover your head and who is even giving me the authority to do this?*

23. Not knowing how a parking meter, or a vending machine, or maybe an online bank account works and having to ask for help and just feeling so, so, so small and stupid.

24. Being 100% completely clueless about LGBTQ+ terminology or issues, and accidentally coming off as homophobic.

25. Realizing you accidentally came off as homophobic (or sexist, or racist, or ableist, etc.) after learning more words and stuff, and feeling really worried and ashamed about it.

26. Boundaries? What are boundaries?

27. *What do I do with my hair? I don’t look normal.*

28. Not understanding computers. Even after learning how to use computers, not understanding things intuitively like all the other kids who grew up with them.

29. Getting real freakin’ excited about how easy life becomes with electric washing machines and cars and electric heaters.

30. Getting in abusive relationships and getting taken advantage of because you have no idea what a healthy relationship looks like.

31. Feeling alone. Like you’re the only one doing this.

32. Wanting to go back. Missing home, and familiarity, so much.

33. Feeling nostalgic about the good old days when you had any kind of idea of what was going on ever.

34. Missing 100% of pop-culture references.

35. The internalized sexism. (If you’re a girl) just automatically deferring to any men in the vicinity.

36. Wearing clothes that are too big. In muted colors. Without many prints. And feeling very self-conscious about it all. Hoping you don’t run into any amish people in public because they’ll see from your clothes how far you’ve backslid, how much sin you’re living in.

37. Not knowing how the government works. Or voting. Or welfare.

38. Automatically denying and defending any abuse that happened, because *amish are right and the church is right and talking about abuse with english people is only going to prevent them from seeing the truth and the light.*

39. Bristling when people treat you like your life previous to shunning just didn’t matter or didn’t really happen. Newsflash, world, people who have lived lives different from yours still spend all of their lives in ‘the real world’ same as you.

40. *If I just married an amish man, or even a mennonite, this would all go away. Things would make sense again.*

41. What is evolution? What is anything? Is God real?

42. *If I picked the wrong way, and I know I picked the wrong way, then I’m going to hell. I’m going to hell. I’m going to hell. I’m going to-*

43. *I’m being taken captive by strange philosophy. I’m being taken captive by the world. I’m being given over to a reprobate mind for the destruction of the flesh. I’m too far in, I can’t see what’s right or good anymore. I’m going to hell.*

44. Hey, look! You have a favorite color now.

45. “Guys, I’m not Amish. There is not an Amish person alive who would say that I’m Amish. Stop calling me Amish.” *I’m also not ‘english’ though.*

46. *I’m a bad witness. I’m living a sinful life. I’m shaming my family.*

47. Not trusting the government. Not trusting the school system. Not trusting the healthcare system. Not trusting anyone who isn’t amish, not really.

48. Finding out there’s more kinds of ‘english’ music than rock music.

49. Meeting people who have never heard of the amish and just....not being able to compute that.

50. Collecting kitsch. Just ‘cause you can.

51. Switching back and forth from wanting LOTS OF FLAVORS AND COLORS AND LIGHTS AND FABRICS AND MUSIC AND WORDS AND VIDEOS AND BOOKS AND- and wanting to just sit in a dark room with the lights low, doing mending or something normal because it’s all just overload and it’s making your head spin.

52. Amish people invalidating your experience. Non-Amish people invalidating your experience. *Nobody understands, I’m all alone, everyone thinks I’m crazy.*

53. Instinctive fear and disgust towards halloween things. This is what worldliness is, this is all demonic. None of it looks cute. Except that baby dressed up like a hot dog, she’s so cute.

54. Not understanding how non-amish people view animals and pets as practically members of the family instead of mildly interesting or useful outdoor things. Then missing your siblings so much and being so touch starved that when you’re at a friends’ house and their cat sits on your lap you feel positively glowing and warm inside, and you finally ‘get it.’

55. *What church do I go to? Am I mennonite now? Am I baptist? Am I Christian? I have to be a Christian, obviously. Where do I belong? Who do I belong to?*

56. Not understanding equality, even if you think it’s right.

57. Doing ANYTHING your boss tells you to, being a massive pushover until you slowly learn the difference between aggression and standing up for yourself, and then learn how to actually stand up for yourself.

58. People assuming you’re stupid because you don’t know stuff they learned in grade school. You assuming other people are stupid because nobody taught them the stuff you learned as a kid.

59. The moment when you realize that you actually have a lot to give up now, if you go back. And you actually have an identity, you’re a person. Kinda glitchy and buried under a mountain of trauma, but you’re a person.

60. Finding therapy. Finding friends. Finding the internet. Finding other people who have been through hard things too and connecting with them over the things you have in common and your shared support for each other in the things you don’t. Healing, growing. Coming to a point where things feel possible.

It’s a wild ride. But it’s worth it. Hang in there, friendo. <3

[freakystrashdump]

This might be quite a big question but what do the coven think of/their relationship with the hotel gang✨✨✨

Alright friendo this is a looooooong one, so get ready! This took so much time to write holy shit

The person who spends most time at the Hotel is Salem, as part of what she calls her “punishment” for calling Lucifer a shit dad. So lets start with her.

Salem

Charlie: Being Lucifers assistant/body guard on the side, she knows Charlie pretty well, and acts as a dotting nanny to her for the most part. While she does love Charlie a lot, she tends to talk down to her at times, like one would to a child, which sometimes makes them clash. But, even so, they are very close, and Charlie appreciates that Salem takes her side often when dealing with her dad.Vaggie: They get along great! Not only have they died in a short time apart from each other, meaning they came from a similar time, they bonded a lot over their love for Charlie. With Charlie being a literal ray of sunshine and the two of them being much more down-to-earth(hell?), cautious and cynical, it’s not hard to see why they like each other. Salem does love to pull the “embarrassing mom” shtick and gush over how cute Charlie and Vaggie are together, much to their dismay.Alastor: Alastor drains her. She does not have enough spoons to deal with him, but even so she is constantly forced to because he likes her. Or likes seeing her suffer. She met him early on after arriving to Hell, what with him and Lucifer being on good terms and all, and it’s been exhausting ever since. She’s Lucifer’s favorite, meaning she’s the most powerful in the coven, meaning Alastor loves pushing her to her limit, the most notable moment being The Witch Bar Incident. To make it worse, she caught a very unfortunate case of the feelings for him at some point when he did something vaguely romantic towards her, and she hates it. She internalizes that shit like a pro, tho.Angel Dust: Kind of sees through the fact that he’s using the Hotel as a free place to crash and is not the happiest about that. Especially after the whole fiasco he pulled with Cherry Bomb. However, even if he is there for his own selfish reasons, he still is a ray of hope for Charlie and the Hotel, which Salem appreciates a lot.Nifty: Even with Nifty being an associate of Alastor, Salem does love how hard working and energetic she is, and what a big help she is around the Hotel.Husk: Salem tends to info-dump about her problems on Husk more than she does to others. It’s the whole bartender thing, probably. Also, the fact that Husk is the least likely to care about it (meaning he wont spread it around to others) and that he’ll give her the most brutal, no-bullshit answer to whatever she’s jabbering on about is somehow comforting.

Draco

Charlie: Despite being a flirt, he did manage to stop himself from being his regular self with Charlie for the most part. Not a good idea to flirt with the Boss’s daughter, afterall. Also, Salem would kill him. He does still flirt platonically and make cute comments, most of which make Charlie giggle a lot. Vaggie and Salem both roll their eyes at this.Vaggie: When they first met, he tried flirting with her before Salem could stop him, and he ended up with a spear in his gut, much to his amusement (”Oh look, I’ve been impaled”). Despite first impressions, they mostly keep it civil.Alastor: He met Alastor when they were both alive, during the height of Alastor’s murder terror. Draco describes it as being the most overwhelming evil he felt during his life, which left him both excited and terrified. Him and Alastor interacting is always filled with politeness and smiling - with a lot underlying threats in their words and tone. -After the Coven formed officially, Draco opened the Bar he always wanted (which the entire Coven helps run, promptly named the Witch Bar), which Alastor visited and almost killed every patron during a song performance (”The Witch Bar Incident”), while possessing Dax, Boogie and to an extent even Draco. While Salem managed to stop him, barely, Draco made a deal with Alastor that he’s allowed to come to the Witch Bar whenever he wishes (the 30/40s aesthetic made Alastor feel like home), letting him perform, entertain and relax - on the house - in exchange for him never harming any of the bar’s patrons.Angel Dust: They had a short fling or two. They’re still super flirty towards each other, and while they don’t hook up very often anymore, Dax, Boogie and Salem still classify Angel as Draco’s “friend with benefits”. Draco finds Angel absolutely hilarious and loves hanging out with him, both sharing a gangster background.Nifty: Finds her weird thing for men a bit off-putting. Something there ain’t right. But he can’t put his fingers on it.Husk: Knows Husk well from his late nights out, they played card together on the occasion. Husk would also visit the Witch Bar at times, and in general, their relationship is pretty chill. Draco loves annoying him with jokes, tho.

Dax

Charlie: Finds Charlie’s energy refreshing (”You’ve got moxie, kid! I love it!”), but the “naive” part doesn’t bode well with her. It’s a dog eat dog world, kid, and she sees Charlie as a bunny about to be torn apart by feral wolves. Because of this, she tends to be tough on her a lot and doesn’t entertain Charlie’s optimism at all, because she feels that Charlie needs to get thicker skin.Vaggie: Appreciates Vaggie’s no-nonsense attitude “You remind me of me when I was younger, kid! Take no shit from no one! CRUSH THEM UNDER YOUR LOUIS VUITTON HEEL! KILL THE MEN WHO WRONGED YOU!!!”Alastor: First met him during the Witch Bar Incident, which is not a good impression to say the least. Being a woman of steel, she tries not to show it, but is absolutely scared shitless of him. She hides it behind obnoxious laughter and loud talking whenever she’s near him, but she’s absolutely sweating bullets. She turns on her professional business mode to the max when dealing with Alastor, because that’s the one role that gives her most comfort, and by Jove she needs that confidence when talking to him.Angel Dust: Oh she just adores him. They love chatting it up about how they eat men for breakfast. Very similar, crude sense of humor, meaning they get along swell. Also, they both have that whole “I always come first” attitude going for them; they know the world is shit and the only person they can rely on is themselves.Nifty: She only had the gremlin child for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, she would kill everyone in Hell and then herself. Husk: Dax is a betting woman at heart, and Husk quickly became her favorite gambling buddy. They constantly make stupid wagers and play cards in their off time.

Boogie

Charlie: Charlie may be too energetic for poor Boogie, but if anything, Boggie really feels at ease when Charlie is around. She is much nicer than anyone else she met in hell, and gives off very warm vibes and feelings. Loves talking to Charlie because it’s nice to have a positive conversation once in a while.Vaggie: While not super close, Boogie and Vaggie do get along better than most. Boogie sees a similar pain to hers in Vaggie in regards to abuse, which she finds solace in. But Vaggie is also prone to angry outbursts, which don’t bode well with her.Alastor: Like Dax, her first meeting with him was the Witch Bar Incident, and boy oh boy, she can’t stand him at all. Her being an Empath also means whenever Alastor is near, it’s like a constant influx of murdery energy inside her head, and it makes her anxious. He’s dangerous, powerful, and he takes joy in knowing that, and Boogie does not fuck around with that at all.Angel Dust: She’s actually pretty okay with Angel, because she takes solace in the fact he has no interest of that kind for her, one less thing to worry about. Finds him absolutely hilarious, she just wishes he wasn’t so touchy-feely.Nifty: Too energetic. Way too energetic. She talks to fast, everything about her is overwhelming and it really gives Boogie anxiety. Husk: He’s much more chill than everyone else and Boogie really, really appreciates that. She does not mind sitting at the bar with him in silence. Even with Husk being grumpy and yelling a lot, the fact that he doesn’t ask too many questions and respects her physical boundaries makes him one of Boogies favourites in the Hotel.