#but i am sure there are alot of ways you could slice it

[just-a-mod]

an attempt at a few different things, which at some point i may have lost the plot a little bit, but i accomplished what i wanted =w=

which is Narinder's weapon, in my personal take

i really like the concept people have done with giving him scythes, but given it's never seen in the game, i wanted to make something stylized off of what he uses

so a spear based off of his chains. this mfker is also pretty pyro-leaning, so i may explore that at some point

EDIT : SO I WAS TOLD ABOUT THE STATUE SCYTHE AND THAT CHANGES SOME THINGS BUT I STILL LIKE MY SPEAR

[dmc-tings]

I gotta say I love your writing, especially for the 4 Lord's. If I could put forward a request, how would they react to a blind SO who lost their sight in youth but remains one of the friendliest and supportive people to others... Although also has almost comical habit of getting into dangerous situations... Like nearly walking off a cliff or just narrowly avoiding getting run over by Sturm. A sort of 'I love you but how are you still alive?!' situation.

The Four Lords Friendly Blind S/O

Alcina Dimitrescu

She nearly had a heart attack

Scratch that, three today and it was only 7 am

You were skipping through the damn castle

SKIPPING

She assumed you thought you knew where you were going

But no

That was an over estimate on your abilities

In your happy stupor, you crashed into a large vase

The vase wasn't able to be salvaged

But you were unscathed

No cuts, bruises or anything

She agreed with herself that you were an enigma

Nonetheless she kept an eye on you after that

One day in particular you decided you were going into the village

Just to say you went

You gathered your cane and headed out

She followed, allowing you to traverse on your own

Which surprisingly went smooth

Save for your tripping a bit once out of the castle

But no harm... Yet

You got to the square, and decided that the lycans were decent to talk to, along with a Vârcolac

You reached your hand out to pet the "big dog"

And almost ended up a snack for the beast

Had it not been for Alcina slicing the monster in half, causing the others to scatter

And you, "Hey! Where you guys goin?!"

"What compelled you to try and pet them?!"

You were scooped up in to strong arms

"Alcina!" Your happy little yelp rang out

She was happy you were ok, but damn it!

You would have died had it not be for her following you

Donna and Angie Beneviento

"NONONONONO OH NO!"

Is what's said alot around the Beneviento Estate

There's so many stairs and you like to explore alot

Just cause you blind don't mean you can't do what Donna and Angie do

You just ain't careful, but that's the only difference

Donna is stuck on you holding her hand

But that one time you went into the village

And got lost...

And almost, almost got eaten

Donna made it a big fat deal

You waved her off

"Its fine. He missed anyway and ate a tree."

Which was true, but still

The poor woman nearly had a heart attack

Angie scolded you as well

It doesn't stop you still

So the pair of them designed a few puppets and dolls to keep you company...

Or rather guide you around

They also tired to limit you to the estate area

That was until you gave the puppets the slip and made your way to the cliffs

Donna was in the greenhouse when it happened

Angie actually saved you

So NOW your kept on a thread...

Think of it like a super loose leash

That tightens whenever you get into self-induced peril

It works better thay way

Oh, and the thread is attached to Donna's finger

Salvatore Moreau

In your defense, the Reservoir isn't the safest place

The biggest danger is the lycans that run rampant

Even at Moreau's threats, they just don't understand that your their Master as well

At your insistence, Moreau created a Vârcolac that accompanies you around there

It lost you one day in the caverns

And Moreau lost it

BIG MODE

He rampaged until he found you sitting with a different Vârcolac, one which was confused as to why you were petting it

But it was happy-confused

"S/O WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

*concerned roar* (that's your Vârcolac)

"Hi honey! George and I-"

"Thats not George-!!"

*more yelling and roaring*

Your rolled your eyes, and kept petting not-George

After a few hours of explaining, Moreau decided that you'd now have two George's

Karl Heisenberg

He stared at you

And you blindly looked at the wall, trying to glare at him

You were pouting

"I told you not to go down there."

*large fan noises from the basement*

You pointed at the basement, and made sure to turn your head at Karl

Or at least in the direction of his voice, currently

He made it a habit of moving to piss you off

"HES LONELY DOWN THERE!"

"You are NOT supposed-"

"HES MY SON TOO!"

You were screeching at the wall again, but Karl had to cover his ears

The metal made your voice reverberate around

"My Darling. He nearly ran you down!"

You pouted at him

"So?! He loves the attention."

Karl wrapped his arms around you and hugged you

"Im sure he does, but he's dangerous... He's a jet engine for fucks sake..."

You pressed your face into his chest

"But I like him..."

Karl sighed and frowned

"What if I build you a protective cage? So you can be down there and-"

You looked up at him, bouncing a little bit

"Really!? That would be amazing!"

Karl smiled then frowned, nodding

"Its so you can just be down there, you won't be able to touch him."

You nodded and turned your eyes to the floor

You'd convince him to figure out a way to let you touch Sturm

But that was for a later date

You'd take the win for now

[theuntitledduser]

New world au

It was another night at the mall but something is different because we weren’t in the mall?

Bugertron wakes up and tries to jump down from his cubby only to realize he is in a box?

The burger was confused about why he is in this box and then tried to kick the box in an effort to get out but from all that noise he was making this wakes up the other lost bots (don’t ask why they’re in the same box)

And tells them about the situation they’re in luckily Bonz eye has her sword and was about to slice the box open but some of the lost bots where a little hesitant about this because of what’s on the other side but after a few eye contacts they decided to do it anyways but before Bonz eye could slice the box something else poked holes in the box then going down making a 

narrow slice & created a big enough opening where the lost bots saw other botbots gathered around them in curiosity but before they could say anything a fork was pointed close to them but before the bot could do anything a voiced from the crowd called out getting closer 

?:Kam! your scaring the new bots,stop pointing that fork infront of them & give them some space

she said in a strict & demanding tone,the aquaflask backed up to give them space but still glaring angrily at them 

?: i’m really sorry about her behavior she’s usually like that to alot of new things,did she hurt you guys ,again i’m really sorry said a cauldron named Nixy mix said to the lost bots “

Bugertron:No it’s okay we understand,we just appeared suddenly am i right? *ackward laugh* 

Nixy mix:…………

Bugertron:…………

Nix:uh- anyways how about i show you around huh that sounds fun right

Lost bot: sure! 

*after walking the new mall for a while* 

*Clogstopper spots a red colored bottle that has been left on the ground*

Clogstopper: *picks up mysterious red bottle and drinks it* this taste kinda spicy 

Dimlit:what’s that Clogstopper?

Clogstopper:something i just found on the floor *puts it on top of his head for later*

*they walked for a couple of more minutes*

Nixy:anyways that’s all you need to know about the way this mall works and also i forgot to mention *serious tone* Don’t you ever open the drain inside the water fountain

Nix:okay bye! Also be careful especially since there’s three security guards here *innocently walks away*

Bugertron: okay bye- WHAT more flesh beings!?-

*before Bugertron could continue talking a big rumble was felt all around the mall strong enough that it could make you fall, and then stops a few seconds later*

*lost bots in shock and concerned*

Kikmee: *shocked*What was that!

Bugertron: I don’t know either 

Bonz eye: guys the important thing is that we are okay

Bugertron:yeah let’s just try to find the lost & found here and go to sleep it’s almost morning 

*the lost bots were able to find one and luckily there seems to be no disturbance and trouble for the rest of the night*

*Few nights later there was a party with the new and old mall bots everybot was having fun & some were even swimming in the water fountain and some were diving*

Bot 1 *sees the drain of the water fountain*:Hey! Let’s try to get that drain first wins

Bot 2: okay but wouldn’t that get rid of the water and we can’t play anymore

Bot 1:yeah but the custodial crew can always fill it up again in no time and we can play again unless you’re to much of a scaredy cat? 

Bot 2: what!? I’m not a scaredy cat,it’s on!

Bot 1: yeah that’s the spirit! Besides what could go wrong?

*and they dive in trying to pull the drain ignorantly swimming pass a sigh written down “DANGER-DON’T PULL DRAIN”*

*Meanwhile with the lost bots and Nix*

Bugertron:hey i forgot to ask but why are we not allowed to pull the drain at the water fountain?

Nix: Oh! I don’t really know when we came alive it was already there we just followed it because who knows what could happe-

Bot 2: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!

*the lost bots & Nix looked behind them to see something horrifying*

*bots were running things were knocked over everything was a disaster and in the middle of it all was a massive red octopus like creature which was dripping in red goo in front of them but before they knew it, it swallowed everything & everybot in sight including the lost bots……………is it….already the end of this story? Is this the twist you the viewers expecting? Is this miserable moment for us interesting enough for you? Was this all worth it? Will this how Untitled’s first au go? Because for me it’s not…hit the light!

*inside the stomach of the monster a lamp bot open their lights to see their surroundings aswell for others to see it too bots were stressed,worried,crying,questioning their short yet fufilling lives the lost bots aswell looked like they were about to lose hope aswell*

*the lost bots were sitting close to each other for comfort and Clogstopper was seating next to a crying bot with somebot else one the other side comforting them Clogstopper wanted to cheer the bot up too so he grabbed something from the top of his head, it was the red bottle from earlier he opens it up and tries giving it to the crying bot*

Clogstopper:umm i may not know you but i want to give you this *shows the red bottle* here i hope this makes feel better *Clogstopper said with a comforting voice*

Bot 1: *in a teary voice with the feelings of regret and little bit of anger* THAT BOTTLE IS NOT GOING TO MAKE ANYTHING BETTER *aggresively shoves the bottle out of Clogstopper’s hands onto the floor of the monster’s stomach with th liquid in the bottle oozing out*

*Suddenly the monster stopped all and held its stomach tight out of pain when the bottle containing the liquid turned it said “WARNING-SUPER SPICY SAUCE,DO NOT DRINK,TEST PURPOSES ONLY,SUBJECT FAIL” the monster stomach started to burn it that the monster started to cough it out hard to remove the unfamiliar substance in the process spitting out the bots out the monster started to have hard time dropping to the ground slowly and melting covering everybot with red substance everyone was in shock but suddenly started clapping realizing they defeated the monster claps turned into cheer turning to hugs and handshakes turning to tears of happiness

*a few days later the bots collected all the monster residue into bags bringing it to the kind of abondoned part of the mall like the dark side of the mall version when a bot said when throwing one of the bags “hey come on let’s go the celebration of defeating that monster is about to start” “Okay coming wait up!” As they go the screen focuses on a group of mysterious bots hiding in the shadows*

?: boss what do we do now? they somehow defeated Ozily spoky, we really thought this could work-

?:Silence *chuckles* when the time comes we’ll strike again 

The end………for now

[mochiimadness]

Hello hello hello!! I really like your writing and hcs!! Made sure to check the bio if requests are open or not,, I can't find the rules so if I requested something that's not allowed or anything you can decline this request! ^^

If it's ok, may I request separate hcs for the rottmnt turtle bois with maybe a dinosaur mutant s/o?? I'm starting to see alot of dinosaur yokai s/os and I am absolutely obsessed with them!! If it needs to be a specific kind it could be a t-rex or velociraptor (I am very basic help) I hope this is ok though!!

Hi! My rules are in my pinned post :3 once I figure out how to use links and such on tumblr, I’ll add it to my bio so it’s easier to find!

The rottmnt boys with a velociraptor yokai s/o!

Neon Leon

Thinks you’re amazing

Admires your feathers and if you give him one, keeps it on a necklace

So you’re always with him!

He’s so cheesy

If you’re a tall yokai, he absolutely asks if you could give him rides

Please let him live out his dreams of riding an actual dinosaur

If you do, he may end up getting excited to the point of dramatically ‘fainting’ on the couch

He breaks out a cowboy outfit

“Ready to saddle up!”

He’s holding an actual saddle

He’s just joking

All in good fun ofc

If you help the turtles out in battles, he does beg you to ride into battle just once

“Please! I’ll look so cool- we’ll look so cool! Just once!!”

You two do look very cool

Being a velociraptor- with some training, you’d be an amazing fighter

Razor sharp teeth and claws, plus being built for chases?

No villain is going to stand a chance.

He also admires your claws

“Hey, you know- you could probably slice a pizza with these- “

Leo no-

He’s sneaking the pizza closer.

Leo.

They probably could though, just food for thought.

Don Tron

As a man of science-

He’s absolutely freaking out over you

Fanboying to the max

Not only are you an actual velociraptor (yokai)- you’re also his s/o????

He’s going to try the lottery again because apparently, he is the luckiest turtle in the world!

He’s going to be asking if he can run some tests on you,

“Can I take a quick DNA sample?? Ooo what about a test to see how many sheets of metal you can slice through! Oh wait- what about- “

Please be patient, he’s just really excited

You do have to remind him that technically, you’re not just a velociraptor- you’re a yokai

Which means your DNA is going to be a bit different from the standard dinosaur, and much more-

✨Mystic✨

Thankfully, he’s much more open minded compared to how he used to be on “mystic-ness”

Meaning- guess what, he’s going to try to run tests and data points on that too

Donnie

He’s trying.

When he’s not running a million tests, he’s standing nearby poking his fingers together nervously and asking if you could give him a ride

If you let him, he may just combust on the spot

Loves to gently run his fingers over your feathers

Loves how soft they feel

Whenever he’s anxious and needs to relax, he’ll ask if he can feel your feathers

One day, you give him a bracelet made of a few of your feathers so that way he could relax better even if you’re not around

He cries

Wears it all the time, and even builds a mini force field to keep it safe during battle.

Mystic Mike

He gasped loudly when he first meet you

“Oh my gosh!! You’re a real dinosaur!”

You two instantly hit it off

He may or may not slide down your back like a slide from time to time.

Loves your colors

He declares you his muse and immediately makes a painting of the two of you

You love it

He calls you his “chick-a-dee”

When asked why he responds, “Donnie told me velociraptors are the ‘ancestors of birds’- and chickens are birds!”

. . .

“Not that you’re a chicken-!! I just meant you’re adorable like one-!”

He’s so cute

He asks if he could paint you one day

If you agree, he paints all sorts of vivid colors on you- taking extra care with your feathers

You’re his masterpiece, muse and amazing s/o all at once!!

You two also color coordinate!

He’ll paint a few orange and yellow spots on you

Or paint some of your feathers orange

When he wants to match you, he paints his spots to match your colors!

If you go into battle with him, he trusts you so much that he asks you to throw him into battle

Literally

“Whip-o-rama baby!”

You use your tail to whip aside opponents with ease

He always cheers you on.

Big Red

He is in awe.

Especially if you’re larger than him

Not only are you this amazing velociraptor yokai-

You’re also his s/o??

He’s going to cry tears of joy.

He’s not as worried about accidentally hurting you with his spikes

Especially since you have razor sharp teeth and claws

Not to say that he’s not worried at all, he still takes care not to accidentally poke you

And you make sure to not accidentally scratch him

You two absolutely have a giant cuddle pile at least once a week

You usually have a pile of pillows with a blanket or two

But despite the pillow pile, you both mainly use each other as pillows

So adorable

His brothers have so many photos of you two cuddles up together

He loves to hold your face in his hands and press kisses to your snout

Loves when you let out loud, rumbling growls of joy

Thinks they’re the cutest sounds ever

In return, you wrap your tail around him and press kisses all over his face

He will let out loud churs

Which you think are the cutest sounds ever

You two ‘argue’ over who makes the cutest noises.

You’re ‘arguments’ are just you two going-

“No, you’re the cuter one!”

“No, you!!!”

In battle, he trusts you to hold your own and have his back if needed

And ofc he always has your back as well

Y’all’s plans usually consist of the two of you smashing through walls or smashing opponents

Between the two of you, no wall or villain stands a chance

Power couple

I hope you enjoyed!! Thank you for requesting!

Dino ‘purrs’ are my favorite thing right now afsgaha

Reblogs appreciated! :3

[plussizeficchick]

Can you please make me another kyoya story? where he finds out the same girl that she's hardly eating anymore because of a comment karou said? i know its a dark topic but it would mean alot. i absolutely loved the first story. Its amazing and perfect thank you for writing it for me.

OMG! So glad you liked it! Keep the ideas coming! :)

Better Days │Kyoya Ootori X Plus Size! Reader

Warning: unhealthy eating habits (I think that's it)

“(Y/N), are you sure you want a slice of cake? You look like you could lose a few.” Lose a few? You’ve always been bigger, thicker than most. Why was it a problem now? And if Karou thought you looked big, what does Kyoya think?

Zoning back in, you answer his question. “Ah,no. I, I think I’m fine.” “Are you sure (Y/N)-chan? Usa-chan doesn’t mind sharing.” Honey says. “I’m sure Honey. Why don’t you eat enough for you and I both?” You smile. “Okay (Y/N)-chan!” Honey beams. He sure did love cake. Moving to an empty table so that Honey and Mori can entertain their guests, you sit with your thoughts. Maybe Karou is right. I have been eating quite a bit. Maybe I should calm it down. Suddenly, it was like a lightbulb went off. That’s it! I’ll just skip a few meals. It shouldn’t be too bad. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?” Making up your mind, you say goodbye to your boyfriend and the rest of the host club, excited about your new “diet”.

Time Skip

Three days. It’s been three days of nothing but water with the occasional fruit for energy. The first day had been rough, you almost wanted to give up, but with the thought of what Karou had said and the fear that Kyoya may have felt the same, you persevered. Granted, you were a bit tired, more irritable, but you knew that the payoff would be worth it. The pain would be worth it. Because you’d have Kyoya.

Ever since the morning started you’d had a splitting headache. Truly the worst one you’ve had since beginning this “diet”. But you’d promised Kyoya you’d help him set up the club room for the guests. It was one of the few times you could be alone together in school.

You were rounding the corner to the club room when you were hit with a wave of fatigue and nausea. Your vision going blurry. “I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled to no one in particular. Before you knew it, you had passed out.

Meanwhile

Where is she? She should be here by now. Kyoya thought. It had been twenty minutes past your scheduled meet time. She’s never this late. And she didn’t send me a text. Where could she be? Kyoya hated to admit it, but he was getting worried. You never miss opportunities to spend more time together. That’s why he had scheduled this time before the club meets. He wanted to spend more time with you. I’m just going to look for her. Maybe she’s in the bathroom.

Making his way out of the club room, he walks down the hall in search of you. He was just rounding the corner to the bathroom when he saw a sight he had never wanted to witness. It was you. Face down, on the cold floors of Ouran. What happened? Who did this to you? Rushing over to your side, Kyoya picked up your head and put it in his lap. “Oh my dear, what’s happened to you?” Kyoya choked out. He picked you up and rushed you to the nurse’s office, desperate to get you help.

Mini Time Skip

You woke up to a blinding light. Am I dead? You thought. Squinting your eyes to adjust to the light, you take in your surroundings. The nurse’s office? What am I doing here? You rack your brain trying to remember the last thing you did when you recall; I was on my way to the club room but I had a massive headache. But how’d I end up here? You were about to sit up when the curtain pulled back to reveal Kyoya and the school nurse.

“Oh, hey Kyoya, nurse. What am I doing here? Do you guys know what happened?” You ask. “It seems as though you have passed out. We ran some tests and for the most part they all came back fine. Although, your blood sugar was dangerously low. Have you been eating enough my dear?” The nurse asks. You don’t want to worry anyone so you just let out an airy of course. The nurse clicks her tongue, not fully convinced, “Well alright dear. Just be sure to eat lots of fruits and vegetables and drink plenty of water, okay?” You nod your head stiffly and she leaves you and Kyoya alone.

Turning to him, you let out a shy smile, “So, are you ready-” “Why’d you lie?” You go rigid. “Huh?” “Why’d you lie to the nurse? You know you haven’t been eating.” You could feel yourself getting upset. Just who does he think he is? “And how would you know?” you scoff. “Because I know you.” He leans in, caressing your face. “I know how you are. I know how irritable you get when you don’t eat. How long have you been doing this?” You turn away, ashamed. How does he always seem to know what to say, know what to do? He grabs your chin, turning you to face him, “(Y/N), I asked you a question. How long?” “Three days.” You manage to choke out. He stiffens, but you jump to save the situation. “But I’ve been drinking water! And sometimes I’ll have a fruit or-” “That doesn’t save your case (Y/N). You’re hurting your body. You’re hurting yourself. This isn’t a healthy diet. What made you want to start this anyway?” You look down. You don’t want to answer that. You don’t want to tell him what Karou said. What would he think? “Please don’t lie to me.” He exhales, grasping your hand for dear life. “Please, I just want to help.” You look at him, eyes watery and tell him. “Karou had said some things. It’s stupid really, and I guess I took it to heart. It’s nothing, honest.” “If it’s nothing, why won’t you say it?” You look in his eyes, he always could read you like a book. “He had just asked if I wanted more cake and that it looked like I could lose a few. It really-” “He said what?” Kyoya said stone faced. How dare Karou make a comment like that? Just what right did he think he had, commenting on someone’s body, your’s for that matter? He’d take care of him, in his own time. Right now, he needed to be there for you.

“Kyoya, really it’s okay. I’ll be fine.” You sighed. This isn’t what you wanted. You didn’t want to cause an issue. “You will be.” He hugged you, kissing your chubby cheeks, wrapping his arms around your warm, squishiness. He loved hugging you. He loved how soft and malleable you felt against his tall, lanky form. “Because I’ll be here. Every step of the way. I love you and I love your body sweetheart. If you want to lose weight that’s fine, but don’t do it because others make you feel like you have to. You are so beautiful and I’m grateful to call you mine.” You hugged him tighter, putting every ounce of love you could.

Loving yourself is hard, but with Kyoya, you had better days coming.

[ijustkindalikebooks]

I love middle grade books, in fact I'm practically jealous of middle graders these days. All this representation, all these great plots, all this confidence to kick a bully's ass.

I've been reading alot of books recently in this area from a range of genres and here are a few books that aren't Nevermoor (I love Nevermoor do not get me wrong, I couldn't sleep after reading the ending of the last book released) and I think that anyone of any age could really get into.

King & The Dragonflies by Kacen Callender - (Comtemporary, LGBT, Magical Realism) I don't think you can read a more beautifully written book than this one. Beautifully crafted throughout with a plot that is heartbreaking and purposeful, the story of Kingston and his best friend are incredible to read and I would shove this book in the hands of anyone looking for a good book.

Malamander by Thomas Taylor (Fantasy, Mystery, Horror) - Malamander is such an incredible book and I am hoping to get to Gargantis soon and I'm sure that is just as good. The story of Herbert and Violet as they become friends and solve the mystery of the disappearance of Violet's parents, this book is an absolute joy and I really need to get on with reading the next book!

The Aveline Jones Series by Phil Hickes - (Mystery, Horror, Adventure) - I love this series so much and I will probably read whatever this author writes, this series is just that good. The stories of Aveline so far are captivating, gripping and left me hanging on the edge of my seat and I am a whole grownup, like an actual adult. Go read this series, it's so good. So good.

Adventures on Trains Series by M.G. Leonard and Sam Sedgman (Mystery, Adventure, Contemporary) - I do love trains, they are my nerdy Achille's Heel and these books all take place of trains. I read about train journeys and think I want a book on that train route, these books are just that good. I keep two next to me for the artwork which is incredible throughout these books. I just love these books so much, gripping, fun and always entertaining.

The Tea Dragon Society Series by Kay O'Neill (Fantasy, LGBT, Contemporary) - These are such beautiful graphic novels. The story of a found family, I would say who look after cute baby dragons and the characters as they learn about themselves. These stories are delivered with some of the most beautiful artwork that leaves you wanting to hang these books on your wall just to be able to take them in a whole new way. Probably my favourite graphic novels, these are a slice of joy.

I will probably do another one of these in the future! I think this really some where I would begin with reading, but as I delve deeper I will share more!

What are your favourites? Let me know!

Vee xo.

[shingia]

Hi! If it's okay, could I request some Noya fluff? Sorry that it's not alot to go on, I've just had a pretty bad day and am in desperate need of some fluff. I Hope you enjoy your day/evening/night! <3

✗ FLUFFY NOYA HEADCANONS

you sure can ! i love writing for noya <3 sorry it took me so long to answer, hope you’re feeling better or will feel better after reading this 🖤

• ok so noya holds your hand 24/7, that’s not negociable. and he likes to swings your arm back and forth when you’re walking, because he wants everyone to know that he’s in a very happy relationship

• and if there’s a song playing in the background - whether it’s coming from a store or just a musician in the street - he always squeezes your hand in rhythm

• at first he thought that pda and physical touch would be his favorite thing about dating you... oh how wrong he was

• because nothing makes him happier than the little slices of life you share together without anyone knowing

• like brushing and drying his hair after his shower for example, he’s amazed at how seemingly insignificant moments like these make him feel so warm inside

• but ofc he’s still a huge fan of physical touch - and pda as long as you’re comfortable with it

• i’m convinced that noya is the kind of boyfriend who turns his head at the last second whenever you initiate a kiss - so you usually end up kissing either his nose, chin, cheek or jaw

• but he always leans in for a ‘real’ kiss right after because he refuses to miss any opportunity

• it’s also pretty frequent that you two finish each other’s sentences, or just say something at the same time. and when it happens, he always high fives you and says not-so-ironically « soulmates! »

• he has a picture of you in his transparent phone case. so now he refuses to put his phone down with the screen facing up, because this picture needs to be seen by as many people as possible

• he’s just really really proud to be dating you

• oh and i hope you don’t value peaceful mornings too much, because they’re very rare with him

• sometimes you’re woken up by his music blasting from the kitchen, other times you’re woken up by dozens of tiny kisses on your nose

• but even the mornings when he decides to stay in bed with you for a while cannot be considered peaceful

• because noya either tells you everything about his dreams (very theatrically) or asks you to tell him everything about yours - sometimes both

• and his dreams are always involving you in some way. 8/10 times it’s completely crazy scenarios, but sometimes - usually on days when he falls asleep after a particularly exhausting day - they’re just normal moments that could’ve happened in real life

• « can you believe i dreamed about going to the movies with you ? » he tells you with genuine surprise in his voice

• but you love his normal dreams, because it gives him many ideas of things to do for your next dates. because yes, dates are very frequent with this man

• he loves taking you to the restaurant because he loves how fancy it sounds. and good luck on trying to pay the check - noya would rather sleep on the street for a week rather than letting you pay

• actually he’s ready to pay for much more than just the check. you say « this necklace looks pretty » he hears « buy it right now »

• speaking about buying you things, spontaneous gifts are also very common

• and by gifts i mean everything from a keychain to a weekend trip. so obviously you never know what to answer when he asks you « guess whattt ? » very excitedly as he bursts in your apartment, obviously hiding something behind his back

• if you get it right, you might get a congratulatory kiss. and if you don’t, you’ll get a consolation kiss (like i said, he refuses to miss an opportunity)

• the day you met his sisters was actually much less stressful than what you had expected. it was like meeting long lost friends, because they already knew so much about you

• you felt immediately welcomed in the family - mostly because the four of you bonded over sharing embarrassing stories about noya

• he acted like he hated it, but deep down he was over the moon to see the four people he loved most get along so well

• it’s safe to say that dating noya gave you one boyfriend and three new bestfriends <3

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[twistedmusings]

A/N: Riddle is always so weird for me to write because I do see him as baby but the moment things get romantic I can so see him as the type that just...is more than ready to explore the romantic territory with you? Like yes he is baby but he would be so gentle with the smooches... But I digress.  I am making my way through requests, currently have five in my inbox so I might close it up once it reaches ten. Just to get the ball rolling since I am a baby blog u wu.  Warnings: None! Just tooth rotting fluff!  Straight from the cookbook section of our bountiful library, @lunalasolaris​!

Let me get that book for you! 

“Hey Riddle?” 

“Hm?” 

“What does a pinch mean?” 

Grey eyes look up from the cup of flour he was meticulously trying to measure as you hold up the recipe book in front of him. 

“Does it mean that we just put a little bit of the salt into the cake?” you point at the specific line, tapping it twice to emphasize your point, “Or we grab a pinch with our fingers and just...toss it in there?Cause I can grab a lot of salt in between my fingers if I need to.” 

Riddle frowns as he tries to remember how Trey used to bake some of his previous Unbirthday cakes. It was easy to break down his process but with how quickly he moved the Heartslabyul dorm leader found himself at a loss of what a pinch looked like. Of all the executive decisions he had to make, why was this one so difficult? 

He locked eyes with you, blushing when he saw how close you had gotten before pulling away and dumps the cup of flour into the small mixing bowl. 

"We don't want them to taste salty so we'll put only a small amount. What comes next?" 

"Eggs...three I think. Oh and we need to add them to the dry mix while it is being sifted." you grab the eggs and scoot closer to him as Riddle grabs the sifter, turning around to see you so close once again. 

You hold up the eggs and smile. 

"Ready?" 

It was nerve wracking being here with you. Not just nerve wracking, it was also stress inducing and blood pumping to have you so close after Riddle had come to a definitive conclusion about his feelings about you. It had come at a cost of many sleepless nights and the certain teasings of some of his oldest friends but once Trey sat him down and asked him how he truly felt about you, the words slipped so easily out of his mouth that even he was surprised at the lack of thought in them. 

Riddle likes you. Alot. 

It was the way you talked with him during Unbirthday parties, unbothered by rules and manners as you plopped yourself down next to him and spoke about whatever you had going on that day. Riddle thought that it sort of reminded him of Chenya, his friend always appearing out of nowhere with a similar grin yet his was always filled with mischief while yours was nothing more than a way for you to show how happy you were to see him. 

Or at least he hoped that was the case. 

You smiled at everyone. At Ace and Deuce whenever they did something silly, at Cater whenever he pointed his camera at you, even at Trey whe he would lean down and offer you one of the many pastries he had baked that day. But, and it might just be his own subconscious silently hoping for this, Riddle believed the smile that you had for him was special. The moment your eyes landed on him it was like watching a rose bloom. Those cheeks of yours would turn a soft shade of red as you approached him and pulled him into whatever activity you found yourself doing. 

Maybe that is how he had been roped into this situation with you. He had only dropped by Ramshackle to drop off something you had left in Ace and Deuce’s room but he knew that the moment you tugged on his wrist and pulled him inside, he was more than willing to do whatever it is that you were doing before he showed up. 

That activity being something you two weren’t particularly good at...baking. 

Riddle finally answered your question with a nod, having already dumped the contents into the silver sifter and grabbing onto the small handle. “I’ll start then.”

It had all turned out a mess. Your hands either tended to crack the eggs too softly that they wouldn't crack on the first try or they would be too harsh and immediately break the egg on impact, leaving both of you to fish out the remnants of the shells before Riddle went right back to sifting. Then came the mixing of the ingredients, Ramshackle not necessarily having the fanciest of gadgets you two instead had to mix everything by hand. It was a bit of a chance for him to show himself off for you but the moment he hissed at his muscles cramping up, you took the bowl from him and poked his cheek. “Chill out, dorm leader Rosehearts, I’ll take it from here~” 

How odd. Riddle was used to people calling him by his official title but in your cause it was almost alarming how much he liked it. 

A few more mishaps, staring at the cookbook and one call to Trey and soon you two were on the floor with a bowl of strawberries in between you as the cake baked in Ramshackle’s tiny oven. “Thank you for going along with this.” you munch on the end of a strawberry before continuing, “I was panicking when I first started so it was a heaven sent when you came along.” 

His heart skips a beat as Riddle clears his throat. 

“This is just what a dorm leader should do for another. I’m merely completing my duties.” 

You pout for a moment but grin as you scoot closer to him, “So if I wasn’t a dorm leader I would just be another face in the crowd?” It is like a shock of electricity shoots straight up his back, straightening him out as he corrects you. 

“No! You are still a student here...and someone who has attended many Unbirthdays and tea parties in Heartslabyul! I’m sure that if it wasn’t for that mishap in the dorm selection ceremony, you would have certainly been picked to be in Heartslabyul! To me you are not just someone in the crowd! You are--” He barely registers how close he had gotten, the bowl of strawberries pushed out of the way as you both stare into each other’s eyes. You hadn’t moved back. Your gaze was holding on strong to his as the hum of the oven became the only sound in the room. 

Hands so close, fingertips almost touching. “Riddle--I--I like--”

A ding interrupted your words, the little invisible bubble you and Riddle had created suddenly popping as you stood up and grabbed the oven mitts. 

You grin as you put the small container on the counter, Riddle cutting into the sides with a dull knife in order to unstick it from the pan. How wonderful was it when things came together that when you both watched the warm baked good slide out of its silvery confine you let out a sigh of relief and started to decorate.

“We almost ate half of the strawberries.” Riddle frowns as you grab the bowl from the floor. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I put them down! You are just as guilty as I if Trey doesn’t like the finished product.” 

He stops cutting the fruit into smaller pieces as he watches you spread the whipped cream along the sides of the cake. “...you...are you giving this to Trey?” 

Why was he so nervous? Trey liked to test everybody’s baking skills if they seem to have any or he just liked to tease those who couldn’t cook by teaching them how to figure it out all on their own. Besides, Trey was a third year and needed to concentrate on his future internship and not be issuing challenges to first years--!

“Yeah? He said that tomorrow’s tea party was going to be a ‘bring your own’ kind of thing?” you scoop a dollop of whipped cream on your finger and lick it off, further distracting Riddle. “Tea party…” 

“Yeah...he said you were having one tomorrow. Did you cancel it?” you give him a surprised look, “Have we been struggling with this baking stuff for nothing?” 

No. Riddle knew every single tea party that would be having throughout the academic year. And yes, they were having one tomorrow. There was one detail that didn’t sit quite right with him, however. 

Never in the history of the Heartslabyul dormitory had there been a ‘potluck’ tea party. 

Either those good at baking made the pastries for that day’s tea party or they would not be any tea party at all. 

Great Seven’s knew what would happen if any first years, Ace and Deuce specifically, tried to cook in the Heartslabyul kitchen. There probably wouldn’t be a kitchen anymore. 

Yet Trey had gone out of his way to trick you into baking a cake while also telling Riddle that you had left something behind in the first year’s room and that it was his duty to give it back--had he planned all of this from the sidelines and expected it to work?! 

“...no there is a tea party happening. I guess I just--Trey must have not told me about that certain detail.” 

“Well at least we have something to bring now!” 

You both look at your cake, the cutting of the strawberries a little sloppy as they somewhat slipped on the rushed icing job you had done. 

“...you know I don’t think anyone will notice if I do this.” 

Riddle’s eyes widen when you grab a spoon and dig into the top of the cake. “Hey--!” 

The spoon presses to his lips as you grin while holding it up to him. “Say ‘ah’” 

Was Crowley sure that you didn’t have any sort of magic? With the way he quickly opened his mouth Riddle would have thought he had been hypnotized. “So?” 

He nods at the taste, smiling when he notices the soft sweetness that came with a good slice of strawberry shortcake. “I--I think we did a really good job.” 

You grin and stand on the heel of your feet as Riddle licked his lips to get any extra whipped cream, eyes going right back to staring at you as you tug on his bowtie and bring him closer. “You got some right...here.” 

The pressure of your hold is light as your lips meet his, his body suddenly going lax as he drops his hold on the knife he had been using before so he could turn his body to meet yours. His hold is immediate, a hand touching your lower back and pressing you a tad closer to him as you both pull back to gauge each other’s reaction.

You are both red as roses, cheeks flushing and hearts beating so fast you were sure you could hear each other’s matching rhythms. 

“...did I get it?” 

He should be pushing you away and apologizing for such a needy display. Riddle hadn’t necessarily spent his time doing anything else besides studying and trying to bring pride to Heartslabyul dorm so this territory was rather new to him. 

“Try again...please.” 

Your lips met his again, this time his hold pulling you into the kiss as you cup his face and let him press your back against the kitchen counter. 

His second year was still starting, why not explore this path a bit more? 

[yaspup9000]

So Yeah.. Um.. I’ve finally making a review? of This Show. I’m sorry for the hold up with this.. I’ve just been through a lot of stuff lately, but now, yeah I still feel a lil crappy but imma push through. Idk if this is even a review i just wanna talk about this show. Anyways, Lets Talk about Alfred J Kwak!

So, for some backround, Alfred J Kwak was an animated tv series that’s actually counts as an Anime funny enough. the reason being that This was a colabration between Dutch and Japan, so yeah, it counts as an anime. Also I think it was based off of a theater show last time i’ve remembered.  Is there anything speical about this show? Well, Yeah, it is actually. This 1980′s show is well, pretty openly left leaning when it comes to its messages. Ie Anti Fascist, Capitalist, has an “interracial couple” (imma get to the race thing later i promise) and a canon trans charater who plays a lot in alot of episodes. Okay so, Before I share all my opinions and thoughts about the show along with my first impressions of the show versus my impressions after watching this show, I’mma just gonna briefly talk about some of the plot and such. (dont worry, I wont really spoil this show for you folks but i will be skimming through some episodes and just talking about a small handful.) So, The lore of the story is that there’s a kind hearted Duck named Alfred, and he tends to sometimes daydream about stuff a lot. Long with his many travels, there’s his Adoptive father Named Henk the mole and Some of Alfred’s friends, such as Oilie the stork,Winnie, and some others. The show itself has some episodes where there could be slice of life to being about anti war. The show can be a bit all over the place and even nuts in some cases but still can be enjoyable and wholesome!

Now funny enough, I know that in some 80′s and 90′s media, there has always been some form of left leaning messaging, Ie, War is bad, dont judge others, something something Pick any episode from captian planet. But with Alfred J Kwak, it doesn’t really sugar coats anything when it comes to being anti Capitalist and Anti Fascist, Heck The Vilain of the show was Literaly HITLER!! Oh yea there’s also some thing about immagration too.  Some of my First Impressions of the show is that, Alfred and Winnie travel to places while fighting nazis and stuff but instead It’s Just about Henk and Alfred, which isnt a bad thing, however i did felt a little disappointed. Also I thought That Dolf was gonna be more of a Looming Threat for Alfred and his friends, since he’s well, Freaking Hitler and all, I thought Dolf would put everything in his power to get rid of Winnie and her little brother or something. Idk, I was actually thinking there would be some more conflict or something. Another thing, I do have a bit of an issue when doing the whole animal racism thing. Even tho I am glad that they’re not using species as a replacement of race (cause Oh boy, It personally rubs me off the wrong way and might does more harm than good) Although, I still believe, that the show could of made a lot more sense if the world the show takes place in is a world where ducks are just the “humans” of the world where theres all kinds of Duck folk and stuff. Cause honestly I think it would feel a little less jarring when it comes to bringing in the issues of race. Cause idk, why they the people of waterland, would feel “uncomfy” over ducks who are black, I mean, yeah sure it could be xenaphobia instead of racism but still, It feels a little bit jarring and hyporical that they would be okay with other random animals and bizare creatures but get weirded out by Black Ducks.

  (Again I guess it could be a Xenaphobia thing idk) Also, I felt a little bummed out that we dont really see much of Winnie nor see her play much important roles in the show. idk man, I felt a little disappointed but hey, At least Winnie is cute tho! I really wished We would see more of her.

Also Another thing that Kinda confused me is one of Alfred’s friends. Like okay in the episode, Alfred’s first birthday, we get to see Hannes and Wannas were once friends with Alfred, but then later in the next episode with the whole time skip i think? Hannes and Wannes end up being Friends Dolf and made fun of him cause he has a father as a mole. Which made me go, BRUH, DUDE, YOU WERE VIBIN AND CHILLIN WITH ALFRED AND HENK IN THE LAST EPISODE!? WHAT ARE YOU TALKIN ABOUT!? Idk why they heck they stopped being his friend just to be friends with this Random school yard bully kid. Maybe its ether from peer pressure or they just wants to be friends with him now cause.. idk man.. Your guess its good as mine. Also in the later episodes, one of them just disappeared out of thin air while the other Which was, I think Wannes ended up becoming a rich racist with family members who lives in the stolen land of Black ducks now. So yeah.. That happened.  Some Other things to ramble about is Oilie, and honestly, I really like him and find him pretty intreasting when it comes to rep. okay so, Depending on which dub from different languges, Oilie is ether confirmed to be a lesbian or a trans guy. He’s not like just some background charater, he actually plays apart in a few episodes even won for ruler of Waterland. Oilie as a charater is really sweet and wholesome along with still being Alfred’s friend even in adulthood. And he seems like a loving husband and father! Honestly yeah, I Personally think Alfred J Kwak was a good show! i feel like you guys should most def give it a watch. I felt like there were some stuff I’ve missed and im sorry that this was a jumbled mess of a post I hope everyone was able to understand my thoughts somewhat. I might prob make a sequal post of this in cause any Alfred J Kwak fan comes to me and have us talk out stuff.  but for how hope you guys enjoy your day

[djarinsidebitch]

Commander and the Jedi

A/N this is from my old account!

Word Count: 1.1k

The 501st landed in felucia joining in the fight on the dangerous planet Jumping off of the LA-AT you and your fellow comrades were thrust into battle, blaster bolts flew by your head and deflected against the bright blue blade of your lightsaber. Rex stood next to you and anakin next to him as you all started to fan out rex trying to stay by your side but as you and your squadron separate from the rest of the 501st he stayed by anakin “be careful” rex says looking over at you “always rexy boy” you joke following your boys from the 212th. As the battle raged on there were many losses, almost your entire squadron was dead or wounded “commander!” Waxer calls out getting your attention he was kneeled over boil he was hurt squirming on the ground, but as you turned it gave the battle droids you were fighting the opportunity to shoot at you striking you in the left shoulder and right above your right hip stumbling forward in pain you yell out “AHH!”

Waxer’s eyes widen under his helmet and shoot the droids he moves to help you but you just wave him off “Im fine get boil to safety we must secure this location so the rest of the battalion can move in” pushing through the pain feeling blood seep in the fabric of your jedi robes you slice through droids with vigor seeing the black spots cloud your vision and the coldness start to settle in your bones you are still flanked by Waxer protecting you but still concerned about your wounds and the dark spots that bloom on your robes. “Anakin have you secured point Besh i could use some reinforcements” you call over the comns and gets a response from Rex “Copy that I am bringing a squadron to assist you Commander” you smile yo yourself hearing rex’s voice, you had a soft spot for the captain whenever he was in a debriefing you could hardly take your eyes off of the blonde clone.

Soon you heard the sound of two LA-AT flying overhead from the engines pushing your robes and hair in the wind. The movement of the fabric irritated the wounds but you tried to push it down using the force to put yourself in almost a meditative state focusing on the battle ahead of you. The doors open as clones from the 501st jump out entering the battle with vigor pushing the remaining  clones of the 212th to run after matching the blue clones excitement. You and the rest of the clones were able to spearhead another attack against the droids pushing them back and soon Point Aurek was secured and the medic’s were taking care of the wounded.

You almost forgot about your wounds having stayed in that meditative state until you were walking towards Rex smiling at the clone before black spots overrun your vision barely seeing Rex's concerned look as he drops his helmet on the ground running to catch you as you pass out from blood loss. Rex looks at the dark patches of fabric that he thought in passing glance were from others but now sees it was your own blood flowing from two blaster shots. He placed his hands over the bleeding wounds not wanting to think about the blood seeping onto his gloves “I need a medical Evac for Commander (y/n)” he calls out over the comn channel “Right away sir” Gearshift replies and Anakin calls over “What happened?” “The commander was hit but kept fighting; she just collapsed” he says trying to keep the fear out of his voice.

You were soon taken out and rex came with you wanting to make sure you were ok. You were taken back up to the republic cruiser and to the medbay where the nurses worked quickly taking off the layer of your jedi robes; rex was forced to stay outside and paced the hall cursing himself for not noticing sooner he hoped you would make it, Rex couldn't take it if he lost you. Rex harbored a crush on the jedi but keeping it quiet knowing that attachments were against the jedi code and the GAR regulations for the clones but that didn't stop him from staring at you from under his helmet or wanting to stay next to you whenever he could; his brothers made fun of his affections which made him  blush then pushing them away. But now he can only think about watching you fall right in front of him. What seemed like hours, it was only 20 minutes, the nurses let him in; you looked urethral if it wasn't for the bruises and patches on your body and the tube that was transferring you the blood that you lost during the battle but with how your eyes were closed eyelashes softly touching your cheeks and not one concern or stress evident on your face you looked utterly peaceful. He sat at your side placing his helmet on the table next to you waiting until you awoke.

It was a few hours until you actually woke up, and rex was able to leave; more like dragged out; to go to the mission debriefing and was forced food into his hands but just took it back for you when you woke up he sat at your side holding your hand running his gloved thumb over the back of your hand. He noticed the twitching in your hand then looked up to see your eyes opening then blinking to get used to the lights in the room. You looked around before locking eyes with rex then looking down at you intertwined hands; and surprising him when you didn't pull your hand away but gripped it tighter “How- what happened” you ask wondering why you were back in the medbay when the last thing you remember being on felucia “You got shot; i didn't know jedi could do that. And lost alot of blood; gave all of us a scare” rex explains  moving a piece of your hair out of your face “you scared me” he adds on looking at you sincerely “Im sorry rex i was just-” he cuts you off placing a soft kiss on your lips “Don't do that again” he says lowly resting a hand on your cheek you nod and lean up kissing him once more but quickly separate when the door opens and your master Obi Wan walks in ignoring the way your’s and rex’s hands intertwined “are you alright i was told you had been injured” he walks to the other side of the bed opposite of rex. You nod “yes master i am fine nothing  but a few blaster bolts” you reassure and he nods placing a hand on your shoulder softly before leaving. Rex gives your hand a reassuring squeeze “I won't let you get hurt again” he runs his thumb against your cheek leaning it to rest his forehead against yours making you nod “i'll try not to get hurt”  you quip back and he chuckles looking forward to whatever is in store for the two of you.

[stardancerluv]

I’ll Always Catch You

Summary: What if you randomly met Roman?

Arthor’s note: Alot of angst is ahead! This is a bit long! I didn’t want to stretch this out. This story, has another ending. If there is enough curiousity about it perhaps I will post it.

After a long day at work, you had agreed to meet your friends out for drinks. It had been ages since you did that. So you got all dolled up and headed out.

You were relieved to discover that the Black Mask had tables. So you grabbed one. You ordered a drink.

You watched as people met up with others. Giggles and smiles were shared. Toasts were made. You eyed the time, you left messages. Nothing.

On drink number two, you got up and danced to a few songs. The music was fantastic, the signer was amazing.

Out of breath, but determined to not let the lack of messages back ruin your night, you went back to people watching.

You were fanning yourself, when someone a man in a flawless, white suit walked past your table. The sight of him alone, made you finish what was left of your second drink.

He had a strong jaw line, raven black hair and blue eyes that would slice you in half if you were caught by them.

You were checking your messages, when a waiter came by with a third drink.

You held up a hand, “Oh! I didn’t order that.” Drinks were very good but very expensive. You had debated on where you should get a third.

“It’s on the house.” The waiter smiled, put out a cloth coaster and put the drink on it. “Enjoy.” They smiled brightly and walked away.

You looked around. Wondering who could have possibly ordered a drink for you of all people.

You didn’t see anyone who caught your eye, except the man in white. He appeared to be in a serious conversation. His gloved hands were gesturing as if to stress something, very important or at least that is what it looked like.

You hoped distantly, his night had not been ruined. As you took a sip of the drink you didn’t know why you cared but you did. Perhaps, it was because he was so handsome.

Holding your glass, the cloth coaster, intrigued you. You didn’t want to just put the glass down, so you grabbed one of the plain paper ones that remained on the table, then you put it down.

Picking up the cloth one, you looked at it closer. A very elegant set of initials were sewn into the fabric. At least that is what you assumed they were. The thread was a brilliant shade of gold thread accented with black thread. In an opposite corner, in just as elegant script but only in black, was the name of the club. This was wonderfully elaborate and beautiful coaster. You’d expect that it belong in the vip lounge, not to be served to you, who had only ordered two little drinks.

Putting it down, you reached and put your glass back on it. Sitting back, you oddly felt amused. Tickled actually. Made you feel special. A smile even curled your lips.

“I was hoping, I’d finally see a smile on that face.”

Startled, you looked in the direction of the voice. You could not, stop from gasping. “Hello.” You immediately sat up straighter.

The word twisted in your mouth. It brought an easy smile from him.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, I mean I had walked by earlier.”

“Well, that was earlier and before I started my third drink.” You said without any hesitation, immediately you mentally kicked yourself for sounding so stupid.

“We do make them a strong here.” He gestured to the spot opposite you in the booth. “May I?”

“Sure, please.” Butterflies, began to flap in your stomach. What had he meant by we, you were amused watching as he easily sat down.

He glanced around and gestured. The waiter was back in a breath. “I’ll have another.”

“Certainly, Mr. Sionis.” They smiled and nodded.

They looked at you, you shook your head. Words, were a jumble in your mouth as it dawned on you who had just sat down with you

He looked back at you. “I couldn’t help but notice, you’ve been alone all night. Why?”

You took a sip of your drink, grateful your hand didn’t shake. “My friends never showed.” Once you began speaking, you discovered it was easier then you had thought. “And honestly, I didn’t want to leave.” You looked around smiling, then leaned forward “This place is great.”

The drink arrived with the same cloth coaster you nodded. You watched him nod and take a sip.

“Thank you. I strive to make this the best place in Gotham.” An air of something, confidence not exactly smugness splashed across his face.

“I haven’t tried the food yet, but the drinks and entertainment, are spot on.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Would you like something to eat?”

“Oh I’m good.”

He smirked. “You sure not even an appetizer?” He cocked up an eyebrow.

“Only, if you share it.” You don’t know what compelled you to say it but you did.

“Alright. I don’t usually eat down here in the club but for you, I’ll make an exception.” He gestured. Once again the waiter came right over. “Would you like me to order?”

You nodded. “Sure.”

His voice grew hushed then but waiter was happily nodding then fluttered away.

“I am sure you will enjoy what I chose.”

The buterflies were still flapping in your stomach but you were finally enjoying yourself.

You took a sip of your drink. “Did you have a good meeting earlier?”

A small smile came to his lips. “You noticed?”

You shrugged. “The way you gestured, it looked important.” You hope you didn’t over reach.

“It did.”

The food came then, your eyes grew. The two dishes looked exquisite. “Appetizers?” Looked over at him.

He shrugged. “Just a little taste.”

Sometime later, admittedly it was a little rough eating in his presence, since you were so nervous. You knew this was silly but you enjoyed it all. You were about to thank him, when the waiter eagerly took you plates and replaced them with little tarts.

“Dessert, too?”

He shrugged. “I like to go all out.”

“Well, you achieve what you strive for. This has turned out to be far better then I could have ever expected.”

“Good.”

You smiled, as you finished the last of the tart. “That was far too good. The next time I come, I will have to have another.”

“It is a favorite.” He ate the last piece of his own.

Your smile dropped, as you saw behind him the arrival of your very drunk looking friends.

He looked behind him and back at you. “What?”

You pressed your lips together. “My friends, my very drunk friends have finally arrived.” You finished your drink.

“Oh.” He scooted out of the booth, grabbing his glass. “I hope you will have even more fun now.” With that he walked away.

They were loud and giggling and gave incredibly sloppy hugs. Lots of apologies were exchanged. You were already bored with them but you smiled and played nice.

The waiter came back and with flourish placed a cloth coaster, a glass of champagne in front of you.

“Thank you.” Looking around you spotted him across the club. You mouthed a thank you. He held up his glass and nodded.

Which for a moment, silenced the buzz of your friends but that didn’t last long.

*******

You honestly, don’t know where the time had gone. Some four months later, you finally returned to the Black Mask club. This time, you did not have plans to meet your friends.

Once seated you took it all in. Like before, everything was such a feast for the senses. It wasn’t long before a tart was delivered. Smiling, you looked around.

There he was. This time he was in an equally sharp looking suit but this time it was blue. You watched as, what looked like a forced smile was plastered across his face and it disappeared almost as fast as it appeared. It made a pang go through you. That meeting must have not gone well. You looked back at your tart.

A glass being placed on your table filled your ears. “Thank you.”

“Darling, that was my drink.” A soft, rich chuckle came from him.

“Oh!” You looked up smiling. “Hello.”

A softer, broader smile spread across his face. “Welcome, back. It’s been awhile.”

You grimaced. “Life and work got in the way.”

He shook his head. “You need you to take care of yourself. Nothing, should ever be so serious that it keeps you away from things you enjoy.” A mischievous glint lit up his eyes, making your butterflies, appear and flap for their lives in your stomach. “Especially, when it comes to those tarts.”

You giggled. “You’re right. I missed them terribly.”

He exhaled, you watched as his gloved hand formed a fist. That’s when heard before seeing, the infamous Harley Quinn, dancing or humping, you couldn’t decide which on one the poles.

“Apparently, someone likes to make a scene.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Why don’t you join me for a tart?” You hoped he’d join you like he had that one night.

“Sure, give me...”

A scream tore through the club silencing it instantly.

His attention snapped to it. Harley did something. She sat smugly on one of the sofas, as a man was writhing and screaming at her. Roman, left his glass on the table as he immediately garnered the attention of everyone. The man was silently whisked away.

A random person, stopped on the way to bar. “Get your free shot!”

“I’ll be right up.” You weren’t leaving. This was horrible.

Roman, flushed. His cheeks were scarlet in his apparent anger as he came back to your table. He drained his drink.

“Dreams are for naught.” He glanced at you. His blue eyes were far away. “Have a good night.”

Your annoyance towards Harley Quinn began that night. It started as a tight knot in the pit of your stomach.

*****

You cheek rested in your hand, you were bored to tears at work. Looking, at your knick knacks, and even some of the post cards; were not helping.

“Y/F/N, this just arrived for you.”

You looked up at as the secretary to the office, came over to your cubical. You mood lifted a little. You took the envelop from their hands.

You smiled when you saw the script, you knew immediately who it was from. You swirled in your seat. Your heart picked up speed, your fingertips tingled. Taking a breath, you gently opened the envelop, seeing the gold inlay your eyes grew. It was lovely. You pulled out the heavy black paper.

Hello Y/N,

I would enjoy it very much if you were to be my personal guest tonight at the Black Mask.

I will have a cocktail and a tart waiting for you. I look forward to seeing you at seven o’clock sharp.

Yours,

Roman Sionis

You did a little happy dance in your chair.

******

Not only did you wore a new dress but you, styled your hair as well. You wanted to look as good as possible.

Outside, of the Black Mask you stopped and gathered your breath. In all of these months of getting to know Roman, this was the first time he personally sent an invitation.

With your head held high you went in. A hostess, this time seeing you escorted you to a table. “Thank you.” You whispered. You shook gently, as the butterflies took flight.

“Hello, Y/N.” You smiled when you saw it was the man with white hair. He seemed to to be his confidant. The two of you had never been formally introduced.

“Yes, I mean hello.” You blushed and smiled.

“I will tell Roman you’re here.”

You smoothed your dress more times then you cared to admit. A waitress, came by with your drink. You smiled. “Thank you.”

“Would you like your tart now or would you like to wait?”

“I’ll wait.” She nodded and smiling, she left. You took a sip of your drink. Nervously, your fiddled with the little plastic sword that held your three cherries.

“Oh, now look at you.”

You looked up at the rich deep voice that always caused your heart to beat harder. And it certainly beat harder, he had dressed in black and gold as well.

He offered a hand. “Allow me you see all of you.”

You could feel as heat raise in your cheeks. You took his gloved hand as you slid from behind the table. Once you were free of the table, he twirled you. When he stopped, you were against him. One of your hands came to rest gently on his chest, his magnificent black and gold suit jacket looked even better up close and one of his arms was around your waist holding you to him.

He smiled down at you. “I caught you.” His face was inches from yours.

“You have a habit of doing that.”

The rest of the club faded away. All you saw was his dark blue eyes, the waves of his black hair and soft expression his mouth had taken.

“I hope I always can.” He swallowed, his face moved closer and then he stopped. “Shall we sit?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

Neither of you moved. “I had better let you go.”

His arm finally loosen and you, slid back behind the table.

Smoothing, his jacket and unbuttoning it he slid in. He patted the space beside him. “Don’t sit so far away.”

Flushing you moved back so now, you were beside him. He patted your thigh, “Much better.” He smiled, and his hand came to rest on your thigh when waitress walked up with his drink.

You barely noticed her looking your way. “Would you like your tart now?”

He squeezed your thigh, as he looked between the two of you. His smiled curled to the one side. “Yes, I believe she would. Right, Y/N?”

Hearing him, distracted you from the feel of his hand on your thigh. “Oh? Yes, yes please.” You smiled and nervously you took a sip of your drink.

Once the waitress was gone, he dragged his hand away and took a hold of his own drink. In a very short time, once again the conversation between the two of you flowed very easily. You shared a few laughs and smiles as he shared about a few good meetings and you shared how the office secretary had grown intrigued with the note he sent.

He gave you a side long smile before he had taken another sip of his drink. “So are you now the talk of the office?”

You shrugged, smiling. “I could be, I’ll find out tomorrow.”

The waitress showed up with your tart then. “Thank you.” You smiled and soon, dug in.

“So I was thinking, I can really build something.”

You smiled at him sweetly. It was great to see how his eyes were so alit with happiness.

“It’s a great club...” The man walked up then and placed a hand on Roman’s shoulder. His gestures grew with his excitement.

It was never good when he could come over and interrupted your time together. Looking, away you focused on your tart.

“Harley Quinn, has the diamond.” Roman’s hand found your thigh and squeezed. It was so sudden you, swallowed the entire pice of tart you just took.

“And?”

You tried to not pay attention, it was none of your business.

You could barely hear him as he whispered to Roman. “And they disappeared.”

“Fuck!” Roman barked. His hand flew from your thigh, first banging hard into the table making your plate shake. “Fuck!” He barked again as his fist met the table.

You felt as his breathing shallowed with his anger that gripped him. The club, had already silenced with his outburst.

Something horrible had gone down. In the dead silence, where you could have sworn you heard your own heart beat, laughter rang out.

His entire body tightened. “Who is she laughing at?” His voice rasped out. In a smooth move, he left your side.

Sadness with icy fingers wrapped around your heart.

“Is she laughing at me?”

“She is.”

You could not believe what you heard him say to Roman. Why was he lying. You tried to grab Roman’s arm. “No, she’s not. She’s....” he was across the room in no time.

You closed your eyes and frowned, why had he lied to Roman. You tried to look away, and you did for most of it. Your poured out to him. You k know it shouldn’t you didn’t think he could ever be that cruel. That wasn’t the man you knew. His right hand man pushed him, something happened and he just made it worse.

You could get up, go to the ladies room and freshen up. You could come back and perhaps, if he thought you had not seen anything things could be ok. You just didn’t know anymore.

Taking a breath, you got up. You were about to walk away, when a hand grabbed your arm.

Turning, you saw Roman’s anguished face and your heart went out to him. Tears filled your eyes. “Where are you going ?” His voice was hoarse.

“I’m, I was going to ladies room.” To managed to stutter out.

“No, no I want you to stay here with me close.” He pulled you to him.

Easily, you wilted in his arms. You were all a jumble. What he did was horrible but you knew it really wasn’t his fault but it hurt seeing him like that.

“You soothe, me.” He pulled back, his blue eyes were filled with remorse and sadness.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You voice shook and as you swallowed the tears back.

“Good.” He continued to move, dance with you.

*****

The following evening, you found yourself walking along the broken founder’s pier. It was a cold and foggy night. Despite how broken it was and how fallen to ruin it was you continued down it.

You really had to collect yourself. You were still completely shattered at what you had seen. Roman, could have the occasional angry outburst. You knew, never to mention his family, they had done him wrong and he pulled himself up and made something of himself.

But what you saw, it shook you. It must have by really been bad what Harley did in order for him to snap like that. You leaned against one of the steadier looking railings.

As a child, your dad had taken you there. He showed you all the founders of Gotham, you still knew them all their names. It used to be a beautiful pier when you were a child.

With a faint smile on your lips, you remembered how one time, you had climbed onto the railing and walked along it. Upon seeing you do it though, your dad panicked. That’s when you had wavered in your confidence. But he caught you, and you clung onto him relieved you had not ended up in ocean.

Screams sliced through the night. You looked in the direction of them. You don’t know why, but you ran toward them.

As you got closer, you could have swear you made out three figures. Two of which were hunched over.

“I’m Harley Fucking Quinn.”

A gunshot exploded in the night. That’s when you saw Roman, and you saw this young girl. Everyone, stopped and looked at you. His grip on the girl loosened but she caught your eye, you don’t know what compelled you but you ran towards her and him. “No!!!!” The words burst from your mouth.

You felt as your foot caught but as it did you somehow managed to reach and you contact with her. You reached, and contacted with her. She let out a scream as she began to fall backwards over the railing, your foot loosened at the last minute and you couldn’t stop. Everything, felt like it slowed down.

Just then arm wrapped and it slammed you down and found yourself looking up at the stars. “I’ll never let you fall.” His raspy voice filled your ear, you smiled despite everything. You felt safe.

A breath later and an explosion, rocked your entire world, no hesitation you clung on to him. You both looked.

“Hey, kid Are you ok?” Harley’s screechy voice hollered. You looked at Roman, but you barely saw him shock, instincts over taking you. The two of you crept and looked over the railing.

“Hey kid!”

“There!” You pointed. You saw someone flopping around in the water. “There.”

“I’m here.” A weak voice traveled up to all of you.

“I’m coming kid.” She looked at the two of you. “This isn’t over Romy.” She said through gritted teeth.

“It never is.” He replied, sounding more tired then anything else.

You watched as her golden overalls faded and obscured into the darkness. Her distant screams were met with others.

As one still slumped backwards, the aging wood creaked underneath the two of you. Distant and indistinct voices traveled up to where the two of you remained.

“We better get out of here.” He finally said.

“Yes.”

******

Neither of you spoke, you simply just numbly followed him up in the elevator. You barely looked around as you found yourself in his penthouse.

With your head finally clearing, you met his eyes and took the wash cloth from him. He sat down on the rim of a very large bathtub. You were washing the blood off his face. It was not long, before the man you had grown to care about. He inhaled sharply when you discovered the cuts.

Gently, he took the washcloth from your hands, “I should clean...” Your voice trailed off as he shook his head.

“They can wait.” His voice, was scratchy. It was as rough as he looked, which broke your heart. “I thought that first night, I could rescue you.” He swallowed. “But tonight, you saved my worthless life.”

The tears that wouldn’t come earlier, finally came. “You’re not worthless.” He looked away. “Hey, you saved me, too.” His eyes met yours but they were as turbulent as an ocean.

“I can’t excuse anything I did or I may do now that since they tried to kill me tonight. I want to be the king of Gotham.” His voice cracked. “When I joined you that one night, and the nights that followed, I..I...felt just like a man, a man who owned a club.”

“You are.” You reached out to him, he flinched.

“You were the only one whoever looked at me and didn’t have fear lingering or disgust in your eyes. That was till the other night. I get angry, my anger blinds me.”

A sigh came from him.

“I have no business even asking, since you now know the monster I can be.”

He pressed his lips together before continuing.

“But, I would you like me to be my girl.” He looked down and when his eyes met yours, they were blue flames. “Fuck, tomorrow they may actually succeed and finish what they couldn’t do tonight. But, I would like to die knowing I had a chance at you being my girl.”

You inhaled, you closed the distance. This time when you reached out and actually cupped his cheek, he did not flinch. Going, up on your tiptoes you did the only thing you could think of. You kissed him.

Pain, ripped through when he pulled back.

“Really?” Was all he said.

“Yes.” You managed to say and tears slide from your eyes.

“Then, I’ll catch you till my dying breath.”

He grabbed you and you clung onto him. With no hesitation your lips finally met. They didn’t part for a very long time.

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Quarantine fluff: Tom Holland

Request for some quarantine fluff with tom.i hope this was okay i wasn't really sure on what to write but i had fun and got carried away and for once its over 1k. which is alot for me lol.

i cant think of a title so if you have any suggestions please please let me know.

When lock down was being announced tom did everything he could to convince you to stay with him at his house opposed to you staying at your uni accommodation and of course you couldn't say no to those big brown puppy dog eyes, even if you had only been dating just over 2 months.

"Babe we can finally watch all of those movies we wanted to. Every night will be movie night and we can go out on walks with Tessa in the evening and watch the sun set. We could get a new hobby. I know you wanted to start painting" Tom says quickly getting over excited and setting the hopes way to high for this quarantine. These movie nights and evening walks only lasted a week, who was you kidding it lasted 3 whole days and the plans quickly changed to spending all day snuggled in bed together the same tv show, that you had both watched a million times, was playing in the background.

"You're such a pretty boy" you whisper tracing your finger down the slope of his nose and kissing it softly and flatten down his unruly brows. Everything about this boy was perfect and you couldn't believe how lucky you were to be with him right now.

"Babygirl..." he whispers resting his head against yours. "I am nothing compared to you, this might sound cheesy but youre smile physically makes my knees weak" your cheeks immediately heat up at his sweet words.

"Gross!" Harrison shouts pretending to be sick in the doorway. "It's 2pm time to actually get out of bed lovebirds" he groans. "I'm going to Tesco what do you want"

"Stuff to make bread" you say. "I've seen everyone making bread, it can't be that hard" you explain.

Bread making lasted 2 weeks, 3 at the most. You were sitting on the kitchen floor, your back against the counter, Tom across from you as you waited for the bread to bake, you absentmindedly scroll through instagram the bread was almost done and you couldn't wait to try it, you had a good feeling about this loaf.

"If this is anything like last time i'm banning you from touching the oven until this is over" he warns as the timer goes off, you carefully get the bread out, so far so good.

"It smells amazing" he admits getting up. You get the knife and slice it carefully, immediately frowning it looked nothing like the picture in the book. You pass it to Tom to try and you watch his face as he takes a bite, scrunching up his nose, unlike last time there wasn't disgust written across his face. His eyes widen as he takes another

"Is it good?" You ask nervously, biting your lip, he quickly nods covering his mouth.

"Really good, really really y/n you should drop out of uni and start baking bread full time" he says cutting another slice. "Open"

Then the tiktok addiction and of course tom was the better dancer and he easily mastered every dance after only 10 minutes.

“Don't post that!” Tom begs as you continue to cry with laughter at the clip of him throwing it back to savage. You wipe the tears. “y/n baby please!” he whines reaching for the phone.

“If i don't post it can i save the video, just for me please” if looks could kill, you would be dead right now. “Remember that picture you have of me, i let you keep it” you try to bargain with him. He laughs reaching for his own phone and getting that picture up and showing you. You cringe. You were passed out on the bathroom floor, your head resting against the toilet. You were so drunk that night, it was when you all thought it would be a good idea to start drinking everyday at 10am because there was nothing else to do and you all got yourself into some messes. Whilst the memories were funny, the hangovers are lethal.

“Or was it this picture?” tom smirks, yet another drunk picture of you but this time you were stood on the coffee table, listing your skirt flashing a pair of spiderman boxers you brought as a joke. “Ill suppose you can keep the video”

Eventually you got round to watching some movies.

"I don't even know why we are together what do you mean you have never watched Iron Man! That's a classic" you boyfriend stood in disbelief, hands on hips. "Have you even seen captain america?"

"I've watched guardians of the galaxy" you laugh and he just shakes his head. "We can watch them tomorrow you promised me we can watch twilight tonight"

"Im not watching twilight"

"Fine, ill watch it with harry then" you say picking up your blanket off the sofa and grabbing the bowl of popcorn.

"No don't go baby" he reaches for your hand and pulls you back into his lap. He sits quiet watching the movie, trying to act as though he wasn't enjoying it every time he caught you looking at him. But when he didn't notice you would watch him gasp or get annoyed with Bella. When they finished it was 2am and he turned to you.

“That was a roller coaster”

"Team Edward or Jacob?" You question smiling.

"Edward is that even a question, Edward is-'' he quickly stops himself. "Cool or whatever i don't" he shrugs.

"You loved it!" you laugh

"No" he presses his lips together trying to fight a smile

"You did"

"Okay maybe i did a little"

"Just a little?" You question skeptically.

"Fine, i loved it alot, almost as much as i love you" he admits.

"You love me?" You whisper in shock, you watched the realisation set in at what he had just said.

"Of Course i love you y/n why else would i have eaten all those crappy loafs of bread and learnt those dances?"

"Not all of my bread was bad"

"Around 90% of it was" he smiles and you have to agree, he kisses the back of your hand

"I love you too"

"If you loved me you would watch iron man" he says, looking up at you through his eyelashes, there they were again, those puppy dog eyes.

"It's 2am?"

"So? We have nowhere to be tomorrow" he says already opening up Disney+ i promise you will love it" around half way through the film tom ended up falling asleep, his head on your shoulder, you put the blanket over him, moving his hair back off his forehead and kissing him, cuddling back up to him to finish the movie. Once the movie was done you put the rubbish into the bin and the pots in the sink to soak, you turn off the lights and go back into the living room, tom had since layed down sprawled across the sofa.

“Cuddle with me” he mumbles his voice rough, opening his arms. You squeeze next to him, your chests and noses pressed together. “Hi” he smiles, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

“Hey cutie” you whisper.

“Sorry i fell asleep”

“It's okay, it's exhausting doing nothing all day” you whisper, closing your eyes, trying your hardest to fight falling to sleep. Tom shuffles around, pulling you onto him so you both had more room, your head now on his chest.

“Am i squishing you?” you question, you didn't care if you was, you couldn't be bothered to move.

“No this is nice” he yawns, running his fingers through your hair. “Love you”

“I love you too”

[spahhzy]

"Oh if your here then that must have meant...you failed, oh well I guess we can just start again"

"I can fill you in on the details I guess while we wait for the rest of the group"

"no no! sit down! We are going to be here for awhile! Look I even have it book marked! Now sit, grab a cup of coffee or whatever it is your kind drinks and relax"

.

.

.

"How are they doing?" Asked qrow as he took a swig from his flask. The question given to the eldest schnee, Winter.

"If by 'They' you mean the team of Oscar, Nora, Ren and your niece Ruby physically they are all healed...no long lasting damage after the mission but mentally..." Winter trailed off not looking up from her paperwork.

Qrow sighed before taking another sip from his flask, this was all one big fucked up headache.

"If you insist on drinking could you please do so away from here..." Winter said to him to which qrow just looked at her before capping the flask and walking out of the office without so much a rebuttal.

Once the door closed, Winter let out a frustrated sigh before slamming her fist onto her desk.

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-WBY- Vacuo general Hospital.

The room was quiet. all three girls laid on their respective beds both thinking and reflecting on the days that had passed.

It wasn't long until Blake spoke out.

"So...now what do we do?"

Ah yes what do they do indeed.

"I...I don't know" came Weiss as she too didn't know the answer to that question.

"We can't just sit here and do nothing!" Came the frustrated voice of Yang.

"In case you forgot Yang...we got outclassed and outmatched by Salem I'm not sure their is anything we can do right now" Spoke Weiss to which Yang just grabbed her pillow in frustration.

Silence fell over them again.

"How...how is Ruby?" Weiss asked to the older sister.

Yang just looked at Weiss and Blake and just shook her head.

"She's asleep; she was taking it pretty badly"

The fall of Atlas, Ironwood's desperate actions (some would disagree), and now this...

.

Ruby's hospital room.

Ren, Nora and Oscar all looked like a mess.

All three were sitting in chairs bandaged and bruised but all staring at the sleeping form of one Ruby Rose.

"What changed for things to be like this?" Spoke Ren while voicing his thoughts the question was mainly for Ozpin.

Oscar remained silent.

"He started acting differently back at the Schnee manor when we rescued yiu from the whale" Ren said calmly eyes still on the sleeping Rose.

"Things came to a head in the desert after Cinders defeat" he stopped trying to relive that horrible memory.

"he was ready to carve her up and in his words 'slice her apart so he could expose her rotten innards so she can be judged for what she had become' that's not him, that's would never be him" Ren stated as Nora agreed.

Oscar remained quiet.

"Things blew apart more when I stopped him...I could feel his anger Ozpin, that hatred and when he told me to 'stand aside' that gaze he sent me..sent us?" Ren shivered at the memory.

"We got into a fight, as in fight-fight headmaster but he seemed to stop and freak out a bit before healing us and apologizing profusely" Nora said allowing Ren to follow up

"All that hate and anger...gone. as if it was never there and I realized we had our brother back"

"So if there is anything you need to say tell us now...please"

Oscar remained silent. Just staring at Ruby sleeping.

"Is that all you can do? Be silent!?"

Ren just clutched at the arm rest in anger.

"Ren please calm down maybe even headmaster doesn't know why she did what she did!"

Ren scoffed. A trait not usually found within the young man. He turned his head to face the boy.

"You know something... I can see the gears turning up their but you don't wanna say anything"

Oscar still remains silent.

"Damnit Ozpin tell us something, anything!" Ren all but pleaded to which Oscar said nothing.

Ren sighed before getting up and with Nora in tow left Ruby's room without another word.

Before leaving Nora turned and spoke "he was right not to trust you" and closed the door.

Leaving Oscar to just stare at the still form of Ruby as she slept before shifting his eyes to one object that was laying on her bed with her.

A broken Crocea Mors.

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Ren punched the wall in frustration outside of the hospital leaving small cracks.

"Ren!"

" I'm fine Nora just.."

"Your mad...I know I am too, I really...really wanted to break his legs but it's Oscar legs too" Nora said before hugging him from behind.

"We'll get him back Ren" she said as Ren sighed.

"I know Nora...I just can't help-" he was interrupted by a sudden rumble in his scroll and a beep signifying a new message.

Oddly enough Nora's scroll beep as well.

With a sigh he and Nora pulled out their scrolls.

"Did you get a message as well?" Nora asked

Ren nodded.

It was a video from an unknown number.

The video being titled 'Have you heard the good news?'.

"Did you guys get a video message too?" Came the voice of Qrow as he walked towards them with his scroll out as well.

" Yes which if you got it...then I wonder if Weiss, Yang and Blake got it as well" Ren asked and Qrow rubbed his chin thinking.

"If they did then this couldn't be by random coincidence let's go to their room and find out" Qrow said to which Ren and Nora agreed.

The trio headed out to find the other three.

.

As the footsteps faded from the room Oscar, still looking at the sleeping form of Ruby, sighed.

'Why couldn't you tell Ren anything?'

'What would you want me to say?'

'Something just...something'

'Somethings are better left unsaid'

Oscar rolled his eyes, Ozpin was hiding something that much was clear.

His scroll went off.

He had received a video message from an unknown number.

Oscar opened the message and pressed play.

"Today....today is a wonderful day!" Oscar eyes widened at the voice it was...

"Yes its me Tyrian the ever faithful servant to our goddess!" He said dramatically hands spread out wide in stage like fashion.

"How is all of you by the way...and by you I mean those receiving this video hmm?" He asked tilting his head.

"Ah you must be fine physical wounds heal and such" Oscar just glared at the mad scorpion on the screen mocking him.

"How is Miss Rose? Hopefully not taking it too bad?" Again more mockery. What is the damn point of this video?

"Ahaha, enough I can guess your all pretty upset but why? Why be upset?...haven't you heard the good news?"

What good news can come from a psychopath who blindy follows the devil herself?

"Well before I can give the good news allow me to give you some bad news!" Suddenly a crude drawing of stick figures graced the right side of screen while one gracefully drawn person was on the left. The one on the left was undeniably Salem.

"My goddess has deemed you all , and by that I mean humanity and faunus alike,as disgusting bacteria; a bacteria that only infects and destroys!" Some of the stick figures Oscar noticed had some distinguishing features, 3 had capes, 1 had a yellow arm , 1 had a big gun, alot had animal traits and some had white hair and surrounded by money.

"So it with a heavy heart that I must tell you that you all will be released from this level of existence by the mercy of my mistress!" He said as he put a hand over his heart as if paying respects.

That was before a large crazed grin etched onto his face.

"Now with the bad news gone! It's time for the good news!" He all but squealed as he then held up another two pictures.

The one on the left was again a portrait of Salem her arms spread open, while the picture on the right was of four stick figures.

One figure with blonde hair in front of three others. The other three were on the ground defeated almost. One had black and a pink line in its hair, the other had a hammer and orange hair and the last the one closest to the blonde had a red cape.

"I knew their was a reason I found him so...interesting!" He said which made Oscar shudder.

"But did YOU know this Ozpin hmm?"

Did Ozpin know what?

" is that why you accepted him into Beacon and not the whole 'untapped potential' jargon you preached?" Tyrian question before long his face cam back to the screen.

" I've learned some very crucial information...information that makes me wonder who really is the good side in all of this" Tyrian said acting as if he was putting on his thinking cap before snapping his fingers.

"You really tried to keep him from her...and how far did you go to achieve that I wonder..."

Tyrian was rambling trying to rile Ozpin up, because Oscar could feel a slight tugging on his consciousness.

"But fate works in strange ways...you of all people should have learned that" he said before motioning to a big portrait of Salem.

"She dances and sings in the light, she lurks in the shadows and she always gets her way" the scene changes this time.

"I've berated you enough...I think I'd like a quick chat with those three closest to him"

Oscar looked away from the screen too the sleeping form of Ruby. Then back to the screen. If he got this video then possibly everyone did too.

"Too the Valkyrie, the Calm One, and to Miss Rose especially..." a dark grin marred his face.

"Your words mean nothing to him now!" He stated sinisterly before a series of pictures flashed on screen.

It was of a blonde haired man with striking deep blue eyes , his armour worn out and cracked and his shield discarded as he held a broken sword.

Another photo but this time it was a photo with a women banged up , bruised her cape in tatters and her eyes reflecting despair. She was in the background, on the ground arm outstretched trying to reach the blonde haired man in vain.

"Now he only hears...her truth"

Before finally one more photo appears and this time it makes Oscar's and in extension Ozpin's blood run cold.

It was a photo of the blonde man and a pale woman who had red eyes and black veins.

"No it can't be" this time it was Ozpin who spoke.

It was of Jaune Arc and Salem embracing.

"Now...he's home"

The video ended and remained on that image.

.

"This isn't right that's too far ahead! No this won't do! Stupid bookmark ugh"

"Well just have to start from the beginning my bad buddy!"

[Here we go, off to a bad start.]

[errthel]

Route Two : Part Tree I guess

Hey, it's your friendly Lucien simp neighbor from the other side of the world and I come with part three of my fanfiction of @tri3tri 's Second Wife A. Yee yee.

His eyes carefully observed the glowy moon, lack luster look on his face signified his boredom. He had after all watched the moon for more nights than he could count with his fingers.

Lucien's window stayed open as he studied on the desk near the window. A snowy owl had brought over books, for what he assumed was his new school. How kind of them, he wasn't sure if he would have to pay them back though.

Flipping over the crisp white pages of the new book, he was able to find out that he had classes in Magic History, Chemistry, Dancing, Physical Education, and other subjects he was sure he would be able to ace with some time.

The click of his door alerted him of the entrance of either one of his grandparents, judging from their footsteps, Lucien narrowed it down to his grandmother.

"Don't stay up too late Lucien."

"M'kay, but I wonder why you still bring up some snacks."

"I noticed you didn't eat as much during dinner, so I thought you would be hungry now." the tray of snacks hit the desk with a thump, showing off its contents

Tea, chamomile Lucien thinks, some grapes and cream cheese and apple slices.

"I guess you're right, I am a bit peckish. You can go to sleep now Grandma, I'll be showering in a bit."

"Are there things popping up?" the question brought up the questioning things Lucien sees sometimes, be it fangs, a tail, horns, or scales, he would always see something inhuman in the bathroom mirror, but they would always disappear in some time

"Hm, nothing out of the ordinary, but the scales are starting to permanently stay here" Lucien gestured to his forehead, which was covered by his fringe

"Is that so?"

"Mhm, but it's fine, I don't usually tie up my hair so no worries."

"Alright then, I'll take your word, goodnight Lucien. Sweet dreams..."

Lucien watched as Hanna left his room, her white dress flowing from behind. This makes him remember the first day he was here, the day after that wretched day.

As well as forgetting what his family looked like, he also seemed to forget what the tall woman looked like. It was odd, Lucien knows that he has sharp memory, was it perhaps him erasing those memories of his?

Did he lose those memories to trauma? Was is just plain fear, that he forced himself to forget what those people looked like for his own sanity? But he still remembers what happened, he just doesn't remember. Why doesn't he remember?

Long fingers sharply tugged at (h/c) locks, desheviling the strands.

He racked his brain for any recollection of those long past memories. But he couldn't find any, he could no longer take it. The heavy breathing in the room quickened as the room started to become unbearably stuffy.

The quick and sudden drizzling hitting his window instantly notified the boy. The drizzling turned into heavy rainfall quicker than he could realize and thunder started to echo in the town.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." desperate eyes swiftly moved over to the open window

Lucien immediately closed the window, preventing anymore rain to get inside his room, with a heavy sigh, he cleaned up his desk and went to take a shower.

Warm water cascaded over the slim pale body of the teen, his hair slicked back to reveal very offputting black scales that create an intricate and somewhat beautiful geometric pattern on his forehead. Some traces of bright green could be seen on the edges of the scales which shine brightly under the warm lighting of the bathroom.

Along with the scales was a pair of horns, with the same bright green highlights. Lucien hopes that this form of his won't show up during his stay at Royal Sword Academy, but the likeliness of that happening is closer to zero.

Lucien is aware that there will come a time where he will be forced to show off his other form, and he dreads that day.

After drying up, he changes into a pair of underwear and sweatpants and brushes his teeth. He notices the sharpness of two teeth and sighs once more, he can't catch a break with these sudden appearances of unwelcome features can he. While scrutinizing the existence of his fangs, the slit pupils of his eyes catch his attention and receive a small jump back from Lucien, mostly from surprise and terror.

"Slit eyes... this is definitely getting out of control..." the fearful expression stays on the boy's face as he walked back to his room, ready for bed

"...I wish that when I wake up, these things are gone and never coming back."

~

The warm, slightly chilly, day arrives, the suitcases that the family of three carefully packed a few days prior were now sitting on a seat inside the silvery pumpkin carriage.

Lucien's grandparents hug him as if it's the last time they would ever see him as Lucien wears the luxurious white garb with silver embroidery and subtle blue accents.

"I hope you'll be alright there Lucien."

"Will be. I will try to find ways to communicate with you when I get there." the comforting words allow the older couple to release their beloved grandchild

They watch as he walked to the carriage, ready to face the world he fears. His feet brings him to sit inside the velvety seats of the carriage as it whisks him away from his family.

He silently watches the view of his town vanish as they reach higher altitudes and by then his eyes have already dropped down, bringing him into a land of sweet dreams.

~

Royal Sword Academy, a prestigious magic school situated in Twisted Wonderland. Along with it's long standing rival, Night Raven College,  they are dubbed 'The Best Magic Schools in All of Twisted Wonderland'.

It truly shows, the moment Lucien stepped inside the school proper, he was greeted with marble and glass, fountains of all sizes, Greek-styled statues made of smooth ivory. He noted the extravagant architecture of the school, like The Palace of Versailles; with its enormous gardens with hedges trimmed to perfection, the delicate carvings of the walls, and the neatness of the school perfectly reflected the students who attended this institution.

Lucien briskly walked over to the well where the sorting of dorms was taking place in. As he sang his name into the well, a delicate chiming ring from the well was heard as a feminine voice sung out, 'The Aurorian Dorm'.

The Aurorian Dorm was one of the several dorms of Royal Sword Academy, founded on the patience of the Princess Aurora, her patience in waiting for her true love helped her defeat the dragon that had been terrorizing their lovely kingdom.

He joined his peers, also dressed in intricate white garb, introducing himself and mingling with them let him establish himself as 'The Kind Freshman'

Lucien was kind, to some extent, he very much was. It wasn't at all fake, why would he bother faking such complex things like emotions? But his kindess doesn't blindly extend to everybody, he is someone who isn't unconditionally kind, and he knows for sure that his peers weren't also kind from inside out.

The Aurora Dorm was definitely cozy, if not a bit overwhelming. Like a small village, cottages dotted the feild that was surrounded by lush forests. Each cottage would be shared by four people and it was a sizable enough cottage, definitely enough for four people with room to spare.

Lucien was put into a cottage with another freshman and two sophomores who chatted with him the moment they entered their cottage.

The freshman was called Brier Rome, a glowy individual with lovely soft blonde hair that curls at its tips and beautiful purple eyes. He was the first one to talk to the intimidating Lucien while he was putting away his clothes.

One sophomore was named Linden, a demure senior, he was almost as tall as Lucien, if not a bit taller. He had green hair with a bit of visible black roots, along with his hair, he had golden eyes that seemed to know everything.

The other sophomore calls themselves Hawthorne, he was shorter than his friend but makes up for it with his loud talking. He also had dyed hair, this time blue, and strangely like his peer, he had golden eyes.

Muffled noises coming from the cabin indicated that the four cabinmates were having the best time meeting each other.

Walking with each other to the central cabin to have some dinner was exhilarating to Lucien, many types of flowers and greens was planted all around and he had a fun time naming the plants with Brier.

In commemoration for the new students, they were going to partake in a picnic out in the flower feild.

The white daisies, purple chrysanthemums, pink carnations, blue hydrangeas, yellow roses, and many more beautiful flowers were present at this feild.

The Aurorian Dorm members talked to each other, sang, danced as they welcomed their new students with great joy.

"Brier Rome! You mean the heir to the throne of the Valley of Flowers?! It's wonderful to met you!"

"Mhm! Nice to meet you as well!" Brier paused a bit before his eyes lingered to the person behind him, he stood quietly, observing the flowers with great closeness, "Lucien!" the blond male called out to his taller peer

Briskly walking up to the taller boy with a bright smile he teased, "You seem to not put alot of effort into meeting your seniors~ what happened to your energy a while ago?"

A deadpanned expression bloomed on Lucien's pale face as he answered, "It's been diminished, I cannot bring myself to talk to people any longer."

"Awww don't be like that!" Brier said clinging to Lucien's arm as he walked him closer to the crowd

"Ah, hello, my name's Lucien (L/n)."

"Wait! You mean you're the special student who was accepted from another world?! How cool!"

"Ehh! Lucien's from another world?" a surprised look overtook the blond haired boy, "Why didn't you tell me~"

"Mhm... I didn't find a good time to really bring it up."

"Alright, I'll accept that. Say, what's your world like?" Brier's question brought eyes to look at Lucien, expecting his answer with baited breaths

"Eh? Well my world doesn't necessarily run on magic, to my world, magic is just nonexistent there."

"Ohhh! That's really weird then, how were you able to get magic then?"

The question brought a bit of surprise to Lucien, before he reverted back to his kind, kind smile, "I don't know."

~

The cold days of September brought a little chill to his spine, so wearing a lovely wool trenchcoat over his pyjamas, which was just a very loose white shirt and some sweatpants,  brought him joy. The warmth coupled with some early morning tea reminded him of life at home, being woken up at ungodly hours of the morning and being forced to carry out your normal activities while being half asleep, yeah definitely home.

The lax atmosphere of the early morning hour of six encouraged the (h/c) haired male to walk the expansive flower feild. After wearing some shoes, he walked out of the cottage and closed the door.

The fragrance of the forest seemed to stimulate his nose perfectly. Paired with it was the smell of a thousand different kinds of flowers. The experience of being in this wonderful place calmed the boy. As of late, he has been feeling a bit overwhelmed... it bothered him. Was he mentally weaker than he thought? Was he actually not ready for this? No, no, he's fine, he should just calm down, the flowers are there after all, it would be unsettling to show them such behavior.

The silence of the feild was broken by some rustling behind Lucien, who was alert and now facing the rustling bush.

"Who's there..." he wasn't so defensive, he was confident that he would be able to take out anyone with any sign of malicious intent

"Ah! Sorry... I didn't realize someone was having a walk." a head of flaming red hair popped up from the bushes

He was a tall person, not as tall as Lucien but tall enough. The person also exuded an aura of authority as he walked towards Lucien. Bowing forty-five degrees, he introduced himself.

"I am Florius, the Dorm Leader of this dorm. We weren't able to meet last night, but I had always wanted to make your acquaintance." smooth, his voice was as smooth as honey rolling of his pink lips

"Ah... um Florius-senpai, as you know, I am from another world so I'm quite curious about something." Lucien said

"Hm? Ask away then."

"Tell me everything you know about the Valley of Thorns."

So we finally frickin arrive at RSA, do note that this is my interpretation on what RSW is like, this has been written in like November of dumpster fire was 2020, so currently we only know about Che'nya and omg, I forgot his name, that Snow White dude. Any mentions of RSA are limited and most of this is what I think RSA is like, your interpretation of RSA can be different from mine and that's fine.

Okay, so I like to think that Royal Sword Academy is like really civil and sends an acceptance letter to their new student instead of kidnapping them, I'm looking at you NRC, and sends them their equipment to warm them up before bringing them to school.

My version of RSA is more of like a replica of NRC but good, I guess??? So there will be several dorms, all based of on the heroes of the Disney movies The Great Seven are from.

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𝕆𝕦𝕥 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤

ROLE PLAYER GET TO KNOW YOU PROMPT

Alright TDC Community It’s time for a task, 

and this time we’re all going to get to know each other a little better. 

Under the cut, you’ll find forty out of character questions split into two parts: OOC about your muses, and OOC about yourself! Answer what you’d like, add more if you’d like.

When you’re done TAG some of your writing partners and keep FUN going. 

-there is no pressure to participate

-IF You Are Reading This And You’d Like To Participate Consider Yourself Tagged My Friend! 

Much Love,

TheJesseWhoLurks

I tag @lyr-taxidermist  @theghostofharar  @hurdygurdyskeksis  @urskekyagvi  @skekmal-the-hunter  @skekso-the-emperor  @gourdplayer   @hedonistschambers  @ulvanmaudra  @littlebluezoologist @the-wandering-urru  @queenofthetides  @juliejewel24 @thecastleurru

OOC About  Your Character(s)

1.     What do you want to get out of playing this character(s)?

The reason I wanted to write for Gra was to meet fellow fans that loved the world of TDC as much as I do, I wanted to find fellow writers. I wanted to steep myself in the fandom. You can easily consider me skeKSis obsessed but I am growing a fondness for their counterparts -slowly ❤

2.     Describe your character(s) with three words.

Passionate | Erratic | Trustworthy

3.     What made you decide to write this muse?

Originally I was going to pick up The Ritual Master, he’d been my OG fav from the movie BUT Gra kept ... poking me with his scepter? Like; I live in the desert, you live in the desert, Ima recluse, you’re a recluse =we are simpatico. I think The Heretic picked me because he simply would not leave my mind when I considered him as a possibility. 

4.     If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

Canon. I mean they left us kinda hanging there. We really do not know what happened do we? They are simply, just not there anymore. I do not want them to perish, I want them to make it to the finish line and become urSkek. It breaks my heart to think they did not make it.

5.     If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

I would not say anything, just hug him REALLY tightly and probably not let go until he gives me a chitter-laugh.

6.     If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

I would like to give them...ME. 

7.     If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

I do not want to take a positive thing from the fibers that make up Gra. I feel they are very interwoven in his tale. Removing one would make another untether. If I could take away or diminish a bad trait Id have him not be so stubborn and or impatient but then again he would not be Gra now would he?  

8.     If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

His determination, passion. Damn son. You get things done. 

9.     Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Yes. He’s gotten his ass handed to him, I think he might be owed a slice of peace and happiness.  What makes him most happy? He’s already showed me; his relationships whether its friendship, extended family or a lover those are treasures he holds near and dear to his heart.  

10. Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

Usually I prefer to plot out angst rather then let it completely run a-muck because you never know what your partner is comfortable with, what might trigger them in a detrimental way and simply set fire to a plot unintentionally. 

I already know; it literally is ... break his heart. 

11. What do you love about your muse?

His dynamic energy, the wild fire, the mystical chaos, the creativity is off the charts. His sharp distinguished features, the way he looks shamanistically feral as compared to his brethren and their Garthic garb. His use of the color red. His scratchy rasp of a voice. His laugh. 

12. What do you hate about your muse?

He is a high maintenance muse, he is demanding and screeches loudly for what he wants. 

13. What about your muse amuses you?

The fact that he is a skeKSis. This brings a whole slew of challenges to the table for a writer. Case in point, I was writing a reply one day and I went to put something in along the lines of ‘he arched his brow and blah blah’ THEN he hit me! He has no eyebrows to arch, ahhh! I have to stop and think about how to write out expressive traits or reactions that are not of the usual human reaction tone.

14. What about your muse makes you sad? 

How fragile his heart really is after all the shit he’s endeared. 

15. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Get Ready For A Wild SURPRISE!

16. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

Yes, I like creative souls. I cherish them. 

17. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

I do not think I am or he is better than the other. 

But I will say he is a handsome devil, for a skeKSis. 

18. Why do you think you connect to your muse?

Creative. Outcast. 

19. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

His passion and drive. I’d say its the same answer for us both. All of the accomplishments he tackled probably had their stacks of obstacles with each to-do. You’d have to have an unending supply of passion and drive to keep going, to complete all. He really is a work-a-holic and a busy body skek.

20. Has your character(s) changed over the time that you have been playing them? How have they changed?

Not yet but I am sure he will, creative liberties will be taken since I only have a a episode or two to work with -am I right? 

About You!

1.     What is your name? 

Jesse. 

2.     What is your profession?

secret shit. 

3.     What do you do to relax?

I write. Play video games. Naps are divine. Hot coffee and watch YT videos. DOodle. Desert combing walks. Long hot baths. Organize things xD

4.     What is your favorite treat (desert)?

All kinds, I’m not picky. I love me some chocolate lately. 

5.     Favorite movie

Too many to list. Its October right now. All I want is Hocus Pocus, some Harry Potter and Practical Magick at the moment. Tis the season. 

6.     Favorite book

I do not think I have a favorite. BUT I will admit that I have a copy of The Dark Crystal that I STOLE FROM A LIBRARY YEARS AGO! I have kept it all this time, its falling apart and its aged with beauty and I adore it  ❤ I also have a Jim Henson book about puppetry and his works, there is a page from TDC and if my memory serves me right it has the concept art of skekGra in it sooo sooo I was looking at skekGra YEARS AGO AND HAD NO CLUE the conjunction that would line up in the future! I really neeed to go find this book but its in a storage shed that will be a fresh hell to get to =[ *

7.     Favorite vacation spot

Anywhere where its either very green and or by some body of water. Ocean, river, lake. Yes, good. -not very many humans around save for present company reading thiiiis. 

8.     Favorite Disney movie

Are you kidding me? Too many to list, although I will say The Sword In The Stone did play a part in Gra’s Crystal Skimmer named Archimedes after the grouchy old owl. 

9.     How did you first get into role playing?

Years ago. I started writing on face book. I wrote for a pirate believe it or not, he was my first muse and he holds special place in my black heart and probably always will. But I am disinclined to acquiesce the gift of further details about this scurvy cursed muse, Ha!

10. What was your first platform? If it was something other than Tumblr, what made you get into Tumblr?

It was face book, before they got all crazy about accounts and security. I moved over to tumblr because writers were incredibly rude and rapid fire RP-ers. One liner sentences and I’m like NOPE I need a novel length. 

11. What’s a grammar rule you find yourself breaking or ignoring a lot?

Sometimes I have a touch of dyslexia, sometimes I typo, sometimes I am too tired to proof read, sometimes I make blunders. But I tend to focus on my mistakes rather then other peoples. I just go with the flow, I just write no matter what their level of ‘proper grammar’ IS because I’d like to think that maybe they are just starting out, maybe they will fall in love with writing and maybe they will be the next author who creates a world we all fall in love with and want to immerse ourselves in.  

12. Are there any languages besides English in which you think you could comfortably roleplay?

I do not RP in other languages. However I did have a muse at one time who was French, I would throw in little phrases but it was never entirely done in French and I do have a British muse at the moment, so again I will use slang and little sayings to make them well rounded as best as I can. Those are just little details I like to include that many others might skip on but I thrive for deets. 

I do however have role play writing partners that are from ALL over the world which is amazing to me. 

13. Do you listen to music while your write?

ALOT. I have tracks specifically for skekGra, that take me to his frame of mind. Even TDC soundtrack at times, the puppet show song and the blue flame part 2 are on replay a lot. 

14. Are you a morning, day, evening, or night writer?

I am all over the place. My life is very hectic. I’d like to say its usually in the afternoon of evening for me, the house is settled down and things are silent but thats not always how it works out. Oftentimes I will sit down and write a reply or two, then dip to do mundane human things that adults do, then return back for a few more replies. 

15. How does tiredness affect your writing?

Kills it. The weekends I work long hours therefor my brain is like WHAAAT. 

16. What is your biggest obstacle to writing every day, if time doesn’t count?

It is always TIME. Sometimes stress levels can be an obstacle too, no lie. If something major is going on, I just throw my hands up like ‘I got nothin’’ and thats that.

17. How many drafts is a paralyzing amount?

Oh damn. Been there done that. I am much more picky about it nowadays. I try to limit skekGra to a certain number of replies because he also has to allow room for other muses. 

Currently: Gra has ten replies on tumblr -no actually 11 &&& 4 on discord. I am two shakes away from cutting HIM OFF! lol. 

18. Is there anything character-wise or writing style-wise that you can’t stand?

I’m open to different characters, I have written with a lot. I love a writer who has style, I appreciate the effort.  

Etiquette, manners and consideration are oftentimes LACKING as of late. 

19. What kind of anonymous questions are your favorite?

ANYTHING as long as it is not anon HATE. 

20. What is your weakest point in writing? Angst, fluff, dialogue, etc.?

T I M E not having enough time to write the angst fluff and dialogue, smut too lets be real. It really is a bummer to me when I  do not have the time, I work, I have a a lotta responsibilities, my life is like a hurricane a lot of the time so TIME is my weakness, oftentimes I am super J E L L O of people who are online all day, every day, always there I’m envious and I get writers FOMO which makes me laugh but its so damn true I could ugly laugh cry about it. 

[bestkpopscenariosontheblockbts]

Got7: Snow White and the Seven Princes

The young princess runs away in horror from the huntsman. He released his hound dogs that here on the search for her. She finds a stream and gets in and to loos her scent from the dogs. She she gets out she keeps running and continuously trips on a rock or a root from the trees.  Every time she heard a howl, she ran faster and losing her breath. As soon she finally stopped and hoping that she lost the huntsman and the dogs. She finally caught her breath and leaned against the tree. She felt a strong sharp pain in her leg and looked down to see it bruised. She believes that it happened when she fell and tripped all those times. She looked around her surroundings and realized that she was lost. She knew she need to find a way out. She got back up and and kept going. It was already dark and and she thanked the moonlight to help guide her through the darkness. As she kept walking as it got darker she found an opening and noticed a small cottage and a well.

The princess walks up to the well and and lowers the bucket down to the bottom. She pulls it back and and used her hands to scoop the water. She drinks the cool water and puts the bucket down on the ground. She turns around and looks around the landscape that she enter in. She walks up to the near window of the cottage and sees that it had a table and small kitchen and a fire place.

“Some one must live here.” She thought out loud. “Hello? Any one here?” She yelled out hoping for someone to answer.

There was no answer that she move on to the next item to the cottage. She finds a shed next to a empty horse stable. She opens the shed and sees a pile of straw and decides to sleep on it until morning. She closed her eyes and drifted into a slumber.

It was the next day and the princess woke up by seven loud voices. She looked around a noticed that she was in a warm bed and soft blankets.

“Hyung! There was no way I was going to leave her out there!” A voice that sounded very young was the first thing she was able to hear clearly.

“I don’t care! What if she was a witch?” A grumpy voice shouted.

“Come on Jaebum, that girl looks so innocent just by looking at her.” Another voice that was sounded deep and mature yet it was it was kind.

“Well ask her who she is when she wakes up.” Another voice that was deep but sounded playful spoke out.

“For some reason I can’t help it but she seems so familiar Mark.” The next voice was very gentle kind.

“You felt it to Youngjae? I thought I was the only one.” This voice sounded very much like someone she knew of but she cant remember.

“I’m gonna go check on her. She might be awake.”  The last deep male voice said in a cheerful tone and she heard and the sound of footstep came closer to the room she was in.

She got out of the bed feeling the pain in her foot looked at he bruise. She hurried back up from the pain and went to the near a window and used it a mirror and smoothed her dress and hair real fast.

The door opened and she looked at the direction from the sound of it and noticed a man peeking his head through. He notices that she saw him and put his head back to the other side. She giggled at the sight of his action. He knocked on the door and she replied for him to come back in to the room. He reopens the door and walks in. He kept his distance as he got closer. He bows and introduces himself.

“Hello. Sorry for disturbing you. I hope you slept well. My name is Jackson.”

The princess smiles and looks at him and curtsy. “It alright. My name is Y/N. Thank you for letting me sleep here.”

“No problem. There was no way we would leave a lady in the night alone. I hope you are hungry. My friend has made breakfast,” he reaches out his hand and welcoming his kindness.

As she steps forward her foot made her wince and fall hard towards the ground. Jackson swiftly went to her side and helped her up.

“Are you alright?” He grabs her hand and she winced again. “Are you hurt?”

“It’s my leg,” Y/n confessed. She lifted part of her skirt reveling the bruise to the boy.

“Here let me help.” With out any hesitation, Jackson picked up Y/N bridal style. She gasped and was stunned by his action as he walked out the door and down the stairs to the kitchen. As he made his movement she looked at his face and blushed very slowly.

Y/n got very nervous and and tried not to let her nerves show to the man. She never got carried like this before or met a man like him before. Her stomach started to churn as she got more nervous when when she heard the other voices and their volume started to increase.

Jackson brought he in to a the small dining room where six other young men were talking loudly towards each other. Jackson set her gently on an empty chair and place her a plate of some apple slices and a bowl of soft oatmeal. He smiled at her and gave her some water. As soon she was set for her meal, he begin to devour his.

“I hope you are hungry. Please eat as much as you can,” he told her politely.

“Thank you,” said the milady very quietly. As she started to eat the young man on her left place a piece of bread with honey. She looked to the young man and saw his bright sunny smile yet it was so soft it could warm her up. She kept her eyes train on his as if she knew in so well.

“Would you like a piece? I hope you like honey?”

“Yes. Thank you,” Y/N accepted. 

“I’m Youngjae. I hope you are well today.”

“I am a bit. But thank you for asking though. My name is Y/N.”

As she nibbled her honey bread. She watched how some of the other men were to busy eating to noticed her presence. Until the she locked eyes with twin mole eyed man at the edge of the table. She wasn't sure if she should look away or would it seemed rude. Before she could say anything the male said a word towards her.

“Sorry if we woke you. I hope we weren’t that loud.”

“No it is alright. I’m fine. but thank you though for your consideration,” she just mumbled.

The male just chuckled at her reactions and decided to introduce himself. “I’m Jaebeom.” As soon he introduce himself the others were doing the same.

“I am Yugeom,” as announced as he winks before drinking his water. “This is BamBam,” he points at the other one beside him.

“And I am Jinyoung,” she turned her head slightly as they young men states thier name. Jinyoung looked at her and gave her a slight smile that welcomes her.

“I’m Y/N.” As soon she said her name she got nervous but tried to remain calm. 

“Wait,” said the brown eye one wearing gray and white looked at her. “Y/N? As if Y/N, Princess of Gardenia?

“Yes,” she question of the male that asked her.

“It’s me. Mark. We used to play when we were kids,” he got up to her an knelt to her. “And Youngjae he was there with us.”

“It is you,” Youngjae smiled.

Y/n’s eyes were open wide as she looked at the two men before her and sees the little boys she once knew in the face and eyes. She indeed remember a smaller versions of them from another kingdoms that used to visit her home. Before she had any words come out of her mouth she wrapped her arm around both of them for comfort. 

Mark and Youngjae hugged her back to make sure that she felt safe. She let her arms let go and tried not to cry in front of the others. She looked at them both questioned him about his place here. “Why are you here? 

“We should be asking you the same question as well,” Jaebeom stated. “We are very surprised that someone actually found our cottage. This place is actually hidden by a cursed forest.”

“Cursed? How is it cursed?” She looked at the men very confused.

“We are banished from leaving here,” BamBam answered.

“Banished?”

“During the last invasion from the dragon that terrorized the eight kingdoms. We all traveled to defeat it. We worked together to bring it down. But it was also a trap,” Jinyoung stated.

“It was a trap and test to find the bravest and strongest men from the all of the kingdoms. We thought we defeated the giant lizard but it was a witch tricking us.” Y/n looked at Yugeom as he continued the story. 

“She gathered all of us to get us away from our kingdoms to set them all into sleep slumber and take our magical treasure the protect our people. She took our kingdoms magic and ours”, BamBam says. 

“She took all of us and place us here, away from home and powerless,” Jackson added.

Mark look at Y/N, “But how did you get here and how? We thought no one could ever find us. Not even this place.”

“I don’t know. I ran away from home. The huntsman was trying to kill me... But I didn’t know where i was going. I tripped and fell and woke up here.”

“At least you are safe now with us. We wont let anyone hurt you now,” Youngjae squeezed her shoulder. 

She thanked them and looked at them all. Hoping that they were right and hope that they are safe here.

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