#but im sure tryna have a better best at this point

[psilocybinaut]

Even to just feel the directional pull of another Moon, Planet, or Sun is to feel the void pulling you closer. It's why finding one to orbit, or to even witness orbit at all for that matter is so dangerous. There's no sustenance to cling to out here in the night sky, except for what you can pack, and you have to pack light.

It sure is dangerous when you're dark, deranged, and strange without cause. But in this sense the void can be the factor of orbit that tethers you to any sanity at all.

Yes it's dark and cold out here tonight, and in space nobody can hear you scream. But he who seems delighted in madness, was going to make the most of a scream for bewilderment, and get caught whimpering between the cries of passion, than to face the existential nightmare and dread and that sadly is and has become: my memories.

Hindsight is 20/20, but often leaves all the red flags to looks back on merely as flags.

When we are sad, we seek celebration

When we are on top of the mountain tops, we see degradation

What does that say about me?

Will we keep floating forward through space without cause forever? In gazing upon the beauty of one planet, have we drifted out of their orbit?

Captain's log

Logging off

[gamblersdoll]

PUT MY NAME ON IT, NOW IT DESIGNER, 2

cw warning: sexual tension, slight drüg use.

fuck it, you took the invite.

you knew it was best, because had you not, hakari wouldve blew your shit, spamming angry messages or borderline threatening messages. or have someone personally bang on your door and drag you to the club.

so you found the best fitting dress, with some heels, disregarding the fact you hate them. but of course your current boyfriend sinji had you put them on.

“where are you even going to?” he asked, only looking at his phone and not you. how irritating he was when he did this, but it was best for now.

“with maki and nobara, girls night out.” you lied, it wasnt like he was much paying attention if it was worth a damn. he nodded, muttering a “have fun i guess” and you rolling your eyes when his car pulled out and sped off. did it bother you? no. was he a pain in the ass? absolutely yes.

this club had to be worth a couple million.

music over flooding your ears and making you squint, you tried to find the closest room the could have this damn boy in, until a hard grab is at your shoulder.

“who the fuck you lookin fa?” one said in a gruff tone, he had to be at least seven foot. and the other one was no better.

“uhm, hakari. he ain here?” you said, fight or flight about to take its course, not knowing if you should just leave or call hakari—

“i know you aint just grab her like that.” speak of the damn devil himself, grabbing you by your hip. “she’s supposed to come see me, dumbass.”

they uttered their apologies, getting on their knees and slightly shaking.

“we apologize!” they say in unison. you raised an eyebrow, causing you to actually just give off a mean mug.

“lets go.” hakari barked, walking back over to the room he originally came out of, guiding you by your hip and closing the door. “sit.” he said, pointing at the chair across from the couch.

instead of arguing, since he just had two grown men get on their knees and sob their apologies, you sat without question. “what did you want to discuss?” you asked crossing your legs, feeling the thick of your thighs spilling over the other one.

hakari was lighting up his blunt, pulling and exhaling the smoke. “how have you been?” he said, a lazy grin on his face. he leaned back and looked at you, manspreading.

“thats what you called me about?” you asked.

“gotta catch up if im tryna get back in ya life, babydoll.” he said, no shame in his game. the weed was starting to kick in, since he always had the goods, no matter what the occasion is.

“hakari, lets be so for real. what do you want?” you asked, slightly raising your voice. “what do you actually want?”

hakari blew out smoke, raising an eyebrow. “to know how have you been? thats a problem now?” mood trying to not sour.

you chuckled, rolling your eyes and folding your arms,looking away. “every boy will say that when they tryna fuck and dip.” you said absentmindedly.

oh how dumb you were, knowing that youre quite literally only a few inches away from him, knees almost touching. hakari lowered his eyes, slightly from the weed finally kicking his ass slightly and he leaned over , elbows on his knees and chuckled.

“… dont know what lil boy you been foolin around with, or have talked to, but you know better.”

he reaches his hand out, placing it on your knee and tracing the flat of his fingers on your skin, giving you goosebumps. you swallow thickly, looking at his big but veiny hand. he looked up at you, eye’s still low and licking his lips slow.

“but you know better then disrespecting me like that. im sure you remember what happened when i fucked you up last time, right?” he said low and soft, trailing his hand up your thigh, somewhat sliding the dress upwards. he wasnt near your womanhood, but damn was he close. speaking of, he was right over you too.

“hakari—“

“yeah yeah i know, that lil boy you got wont like it. you think i give a fuck?” he said, whispering in your ear. “say your sorry for saying something stupid like that, and ill stop. oh and, id stop if you were actually uncomfortable, mama.” he said, tracing his hand back and forth. “you smell so good..”

“shit! okay– im sorry for saying something stupid..” you muttered, squeezing your thighs together.

“and?” hakari trailed off. “cmon, use your words.”

“and what?” you asked, confused.

“how have you been doll.” hakari said, his hand that was on your thigh found its way to your neck. “i have all day for this, you dont.”

“ive been– decent i guess? nothing much has happened.” you said, honestly. nothing much has happened over the year you two broke up.

“thats my girl, did so good fer me.” he said, chuckling as he sat back down. “now..” he looked at your feet, and back at you. “since when did you like heels?” he asked.

“i .. i dont. “ you said, looking away. the smell of his cologne could make you eat him.

“take them shits off, dont put them back on.”

you hadnt talked to this man in a year and had fun more than your boyfriend.

“get home safe, alright ma?” he said, finally sober and had already won at most four bets and mad seventeen thousand in two hours. “text me when you get home.”

“i will.” you said, driving off. for hakari though, he felt like he had won the lottery with you, he felt it, heat in his body, he hasnt felt cold all day, fuck, the fever.

when you got home, you were bombarded with messages from sinji, then called. “yes, sinji?”

“well hi to you too then bitch, how was the girls night out?” you could hear him playing with his controller for his game.

you lied through your teeth, “it was really good! had fun.” you said, well… wasnt much a lie. you felt your phone vibrate as you plop in the bed and look at the notification.

New message!

“you 🏡 ma?”

“yes kin.”

Message sent!

New message!

“c me again soon

night”

you smiled at the message, and sinji just had to ruin it for you.

“helloooooo!?!” he bolstered out, making you roll your eyes.

“im here boy– damn!”

reposts, shares, comments, tags are so welcomed.

for those who dont know: mean mugging is the worse version of a stank face.

[ryuseibutgayer]

GAHHHJ IM SORRY BUT I LOVE MIZO MID BOYS SM 😭

A little cuddling date with Mizo mid boys sound sosososisosiisossoso 🥹

🦈

I LIVVVVVVE MY SWEET ANON （*＾3＾）/～☆ My apology for this being as late as it was- I was so excited to work on this too, it's such a sweet idea 😭 I was just bombarded by horrific news and bad weather, I hope you can at least understand (I won't wish you to know the experience, because if you do, then we both know how shitty it is).

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚜𝚜 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊

YAMAGISHI

• If you two just set up the date where the raw purpose of it is to cuddle

•Oohhhhh boy

• Better hope you don't move a lot cause there's so much SHIT just SPEWN ALLLLLL OVER HIS BED AND BETWEEN THE BLANKETS 😭

• It's only shit he planned to be there tho• Like Yamagishi wanted you to be able to just palm around the blankets and just pull out a snack bag from the bed's inventory

• So thoughtful

• if you're a cold person, I genuinely don't know how you'll feel knowing this but

• He's like grossly warm

• Yes yay he's warm and cuddly and all nice wooo

• But what the fuck

• Shottie's that weiiiird warm, I don't know if you understand but

• There you go

• Do with that what you will

• I get the feeling that he routinely gets up to pee every half hour 😭

• HIS CUDDLES ARE GREAT! His arms are just MWAH smug and comfy- it's just- fucking sit still boy, cmon

• He's definitely the guy to rest his chin on top of your head. Big spoon or little spoon, he gotta have a chin spot

• If he could sit still, he'd be a solid 9/10 cuddler, so I'm gonna go ahead and put him as a 8.2 😌

MAKOTO

• t h e r e . i s . n o . e s c a p e .

• He's very polite and makes sure to ask if you're all comfyyyyy or if there's anything you might need to grab to have nearrrr and he snuggles up so nice as (preferably) the bigger spoooon

• and once he has his hands on you

• you're not fucking leaving

• excuse you? No, I don't care if your colon implodes, we're on a fucking cuddle date, that means cuddles and you can't give cuddles if you LEAVE ME-

• 😭😭 I mean he doesn't mean to, and I swear he barely notices it ok?

• I don't know how you guys feel about being a prisoner to a caring partner who wouldn't even realize if you stopped breathing during a cuddle date

• LEMME EXPLAIN HERE

• He's got you, his beloved partner, under his arm and sharing warm, loving affection. What else could he need to relax?

• n e w s a r t i c l e s . 🗞

• He's at peace with you so he's taking the time to relax and read through things going on with the media on his phone and just generally zone out

• He's not focused on you at all like consciously

• So if you feel loved being both coddled and neglected, he's the one guys. 😭👍

• Personally I'd give him an extra 2 points for how soft his body is like? Bro? How the-?? So sadly he's the lowest ranking of the Mizo Middle boys with a (not too bad!!) 6.7/10

TAKUYA

• I swear he's so

• G A H (lovingly)

• allow me to start off by saying he's the softest and firmest motherfucker out there

• AND AND AND READER- AND READER AND READER AND READER

• HES GOT CHIPMUNK CHEEEEEKS

• if you squish them he's just gonna whine at you to knock it off 😭

• He's the perfect temperature ALWAYS

• He doesn't mind any specific cuddling forms and is just generally glad to have time to spend with you

• NEJSKWKEKSKAKKW

• He's a very sleepy guy, I personally believe he has a work-out routine he strictly sticks to in order to obtain the muscles of his dreams

• Imagine how nice they'll be to lay on when he's older omg

• but anyways 💀

• He's so great, he's just the greatest back pack or the best little body pillow to squeeze• He can't help himself from falling asleep tho, and that's like the only downside to cuddling with this guy 😭

• So I'm gonna go ahead and give him a solid 9/10 😌

AKKUN

• .....this boy-

• no forget politeness

• This BITCH AND HIS H A I R

• THE FUCKING HAIR

• HE HAS SUCH A HARD TIME TRYNA GET COMFORTABLE WITH YOU WITHOUT RUINING HIS HAIR 😭😭 IT'S BEYOND RIDICULOUS

• He is obsessed with cuddling, however

• He's a super soft huggy boy who just wants to hold ya gently while watching something together and squish your shoulders or your hips outta nowhere

• I feel like if yall cuddled and he wasn't watching or reading anything and being distracted,

• Yall would be having a 3am deep type conversation at like 7pm 😭

• like if there's no TV and no book or phone, it's just YOU 👁👁

• He's a tiny bit chilly but his skin is super soft

• He moisturizes 🤫

• You KNOW he smells like those really nice hair products you normally only get to smell fresh after a haircut yk?

• I feel like he has to readjust his feet a bit cause- sorry honey, but them feet colder than the grim reaper's grasp 😭💀

• Like yall watchin a movie and he moves to get his knee up more and get comfy at the hip• And this mfs luggy ass toes just scrape your foot• He apologies it's fine

• .....bro if you got a foot fetish tho he's gonna be disgusted by any comments you make, I hope you're aware people hate you

• like

• uhh no judgement tho??

• Anyways, considerate boy is a pretty good 7.4/10 cuddler 😌

• If yall are disappointed and think I rated him too low, no disrespect but FUCK YALL 😭 YOU DONT KNOW MY COLD ASS FEET TRAUMAS

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

And we leave off on a very odd note- but I definitely feel the mizo middle boys are high ranking cuddlers

[oopsierosie]

hello!! if you do write for kny, can you do a reader (gender-neutral) that eats equally as messy as giyuu? and make it where they’re both eating out with the other hashiras (reader is a normal person or a hashira, your pick) im sorry if you cant really understand my request since its my first time doing this

A/N: Sure love! I apologize for the long wait and delay. I haven’t been able to take a minute to sit and write (but let’s blame it on my terrible time management skills). I didn’t have a clear idea for a one-shot so it kind of became like a headcannon/drabble. Not my best piece of work for sure. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy this piece of work!

Warnings: Shitty writing, Bad grammar/vocab, Author is tryna learn how to write again.

~~~

You didn’t really know why you agreed to this. Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, had invited all the hashiras for a nice lunch outing since according to her “its better for us to get to know each other.” You had already flat out refuse the offer, finding it silly and a waste of time. But, after receiving a murderous glare from Obanai, you decided to rescind your refusal and accept the invitation.

So here you were, sitting between Kyojuro and Giyuu at the long, wooden table.  The owner of the restaurant had graciously closed the restaurant in order to only serve the Hashiras. The other hashiras were chatting amongst themselves, Rengoku and Tengen joking around, Sanemi and Obanai were talking about their next mission, Gyomei and Muichiro just talking about their upbringings and Mitsuri and Shinobu were discussing about the antidote that was in process. Everyone except you and Giyuu were talking. You remained seated until the servers began to bring in the plates of food everyone ordered.

Once the initial greeting had been said, everyone started to dig into their foods. There were many plates of delicious, elaborate foods prepared for everyone tonight but you seem to have this uneasiness plaguing within you. You were dreading this slightly as you were actually a messy eater. Despite being of age, you still had problems eating cleanly and you tried – you really did. But, sometimes to food just ended up on your face for no reason. You began to eat cautiously to avoid the embarrassment but soon after, you began to dig in as per usual.

~~~ “Tomioka san, you are such a messy eater!” Shinobu teased as she pointed to the smudge of food on his cheek.

Giyuu only blinked and continued to dig in – earning a giggle from Shinobu and some grunts of disapproval from Sanemi and Obanai.

“This is why no on likes you Tomioka san.”

“You’re a goddamn Hashira Tomioka, eat properly.”

Just as the commotion began to die down, Muichiro, the Mist Hashira pointed out to you that your face too had some smudges and crumbs. “L/N san, you have some food on your face as well.” Shinobu and Rengoku only laughed as the other hashiras chuckled along while others grunt. You were quite embarrassed, looking around for a cloth to wipe your face with. “L/N san looks adorable!!” “Not very flamboyant of you two.”

“Tomioka san I think we found you a friend!”

The Hashiras teasing were relentless, making your face heat up more and more at each comment. Just as you felt like crawling in a hole and hiding forever, Giyuu had handed you a napkin. You looked at him but all he did was stare back while continuing to eat his food. You graciously accepted the napkin and wiped your face with it. Who knew that a simple gesture from the quiet Hashira was enough to comfort you from all the teasing?

“Never lose that childlike attribute of yours.” Gyomei hummed.

“As long as you’re enjoying yourselves there’s no need to worry. We’re just teasing.” Rengoku reassured, giving a not so light pat on your back before continuing to dig in.

You sat there and looked at the group you had surround yourself with. The bickering, the laughter, the teasing – this might be something you’ll definitely get used to.

[xiaoluclair]

hello okay i've seen you reblog 4433 posts so this is my invite for you to go fully incoherent rambling about why you love 4433 pretty please?

okay so i sure as hell ain't a vet but i Am intrigued invested enamored hopelessly sinking and it goes like This:

ONE. racer4racer ruthless4ruthless champion4champion. yall heard lewis talk about booing?? it just fuels me 💪💪. yall heard max? i'll just take my trophy home and they can have a nice evening ☺️. the objective energies are a SPECTRUM apart. but then you look a little deeper and Yeah, that's. thats a champion there and champion there.

alexa play monza 2021 silverstone 2021 jeddah 2021 interlagos 2022. in other words: racing other people?? yeah, fine. Can Do, no Problemo. racing each other? explosion Noises.

i.e. u know the phrase Opposites Attract? well. Yeah . onto

TWO. Opposites! e.g. Agendas (for lack of a better word.) max will kneel, will speak when spoken to. but give that kid the choice and he aint sayin a word. he is there to Race and have Laffs why u askin me about my political stance on cheese 🙄😒. lewis on the other more vocal hand Will Speak Out. prbly maybe it traces back to their childhoods, but im not getting into that Particular thing bc its too heavy for this and im not about to make it into a joke, So. yeah, the way they view their own Purpose within fame, the way max Wouldnt bc he thinks hes too small, insignificant in worldwide change, doesnt believe he can do Much for those larger social issues, then lewis doing so many things bc he might not alter the globe singlehandedly but he wants to be part of that smth Bigger. and no that is Not me saying max doesnt have a heart or doesnt want to help bc we've seen him raise donations and be Kind and condemn people for their shitiness. i just think, Opposites.

keeping with the seriousness: yall ever seen max wear smth not white and jeaned other than his racesuit and swim trunks?? MAYBE i can give him the singular fucking bowtie. lewis? ur catchin him suckin of the w14 before u catch him in that shit (Affectionate).

and to their hearts: both of them, who race to win, to be the fastest, to take home the trophy, to feed that fire as it burns on the track, to make their fathers proud. and then: lewis, who lives with faith, who races with God, who want to break records. max, who lives against superstition, who races with gut, who wants to rest. so Yeah. Opposites.

nYway,

THREE. i realize i havent actually touched much on their actual Dynamic HEE, so like. theyre fukin . miscroscope-worthy. in that they should be Studied. intently. i Cant with the whole, the whole Thing they have like. yeah no theyre not Best Buds or anythin but they Have been amicable. acquaintances. Rivals. and there is no fucking way im feeling Nuthin about two men racing with the Sole Focus of beating the other. first, thats 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈YYY!!! second, that is Everything. who tf is feeling what either of them are feeling going into abu dhabi 21. who Else is putting down his visor knowing its Make or Break. who else is sinking into their cockpit pulling up at the starting line exhaling into their helmet as they watch the lights go out knowing its Now. its there, for Me or Him. its pinned in the center of Us right in the middle, could tip either way. who else, if not each other???? who ELSE I ASK!! also when tf did it happen before that two f1 title rivals went into the final race on equal points??? once?? idk but the Point is, theres two fuckin people (or close to) in the entire World who've been There, only one person who knows how you couldve truly Felt in ur Soul, hands on the steering wheel foot on the gas, has felt it too and hes sitting to ur left, takin a fuckin selfie of u both like sum social media Diva. smfh.

FOUR! they Actually get along???? like ik to some poople theyre tryna Kill each other 25/8 but dawg i think about tom sharing that lil story abt max asking lewis about his hair all the fucking Time its so Unhealthy i need More. n less often but still deserves Stage Time: lewis saying This Guy, this Fucking guy, and max calling him out on it right there on the podium. lewis showing max shit on his phone, makin him goddamn Giggle. the two of them just Joking Around, idk i think its Sweet. that they Can be okay, yknow, even with all the head to head (head 👀) shit they drove each other to in 21.

FIVE: the misc things! i.e. theyre no1s theyve both fucking Dominated the field. who else has on the current grid, i hear? No Fucking one. only Them. i.e. i think there is so much Potential. ik theyre so Different almost polar arctic antarctic north south but it warms my heart sm when theyre together Because of that. i.e. ik this post doesnt read quite so Shippy as it couldve but idk they make me feel More than that in a way bc theyre just so. Apart. and when they come together, it feels Monumental. plus the absolute Dawg the Cunt the 🧎🧎🧎 they can fit into a single photo:

.

Yeah .

[tokimekiinversion]

gonna do this yumejoshi twitter thread! (not all of them but some of them) (actually wait nevermind i just did all of them)

1. briefly introduce your yume ship! is it romantic, platonic, familial, or something else?

mmm we are so in love it is doki doki love romantic kiss kiss mwah

2. how did you and your comfort character(s) meet?

i watched monogatari!

3. what is the dynamic between you and your comfort character(s)?

they tease me and mess with me a lot and say funny things and i laugh bc they are funny. we do... physical affection i give them kisses all the time. they are also a little mean... and try to get me to fall down a dark path. but its not that serious and probably doesnt work anyway since i just dont do things i dont want to. also, to some extent, this video. im the one on the right. and it would be more like, ougi is reading a book and smiling but yeah.

4. how would you and your comfort character(s) describe each other?

me describe ougi: the best. amazing. wonderful. brilliant. wise. super cool. love of my life. beautiful. adorable. impish. rude. fun. funny. beloved. hot 😳. sinister. scary. creepy. (<- good things) and more!

ougi describe me: cute. foolish. teasable. admirable. bubbly. considerate. thoughtful. kind. pleasant. easy. boobs

5. who is better at cooking?

neither of us are ace chefs but ougi is more swift when following recipes. so i would ask them to make food and then they make it bad on purpose to force me to get faster and better at cooking. grrrr...... annoying 💢......... but i wouldnt mind that much because i'd get to COOK FOR THEM YAAAAAAAAY NOURSHING OUGI and it would probably make me a better more confident cook too

6. who is better at organizing?

ougi. this has no footnotes

7. who is more athletic?

also ougi. they ride that bicycle. i do nothing....

8. who tends to lose track of time more?

probably me more, but i bet ougi would get lost in a good book (prolly mystery novel) and sit up to stretch and its 4 hours later

9. who gets tired faster?

probably also me with my lack of good physical practice.... ugwah.... ougi should take care of me when im tired........... wah....................

10. who gets more excited about special occasions (birthdays, holidays, etc)?

easily me. although i would get more excited for events for them than mine. they wouldnt really get excited for either. but they would make sure to celebrate my birthday and stuff of course.

its like this:

i am the one who makes their birthday and such a special occasion... because i refuse to let it not be!!!!!!!!!!!! because they are the best and deserve nice things and should be celebrated😌

11. who is better at planning surprises/keeping secrets?

this is also ougi. have you seen that poker face?

also id be good at keeping secrets normally but they would just know anyway and make me tell them. also also if we were playing a prank together i would be the one trying not to crack up like 95% of the time. and the other 5% is we're both trying not to

12. what is something about you that your comfort character(s) don’t know?

mm... not much! probably random details and anecdotes. basically, whatever they don't ask about, or anything not important

13. what is something about you that ONLY your comfort character(s) know?

well if i said it would defeat the point! tryna get me to spill my secrets...

14. what are three ways in which you have changed since meeting your comfort character(s)?

im smarter and happier and much cooler

15. what are three ways in which your comfort character(s) have changed since meeting you?

HOPEFULLY, if they are not being an OBSTINATE LITTLE SHIT some of my love for them will have rubbed off and they like themself more now :) they are also happier, because obviously i don't make them anything but happy 😌✨ also they'd get even more insufferable. i can't not spoil them 😭

16. what is your favourite thing about your comfort character(s)?

everything! well, there's parts i like more. and they shouldnt be so hard on themself but. everything!

17. what is your comfort character(s)’s favourite thing about you?

they'd say boobs to mess with me >:( but it's not true 😇 they like my excitability and my kindness

18. what is your favourite moment featuring your comfort character(s) in the media they come from?

GWEH.

the gweh is just.... its just..... its everytihng

19. do you have alternate universes of your yume ship? tell us more about them!

welll...... unless u count me in naoetsu as au then no...................

20. what nicknames do you and your comfort character(s) have for each other?

oho?

i actually was tryna think up nicknames for ougi once but its hard bc their name is short already. i just kinda call em whatever comes to mind. they can be ougi, they can be my beloved, they can be my precious little thing, they can be the oug. the ouger, even. its what it is

ougi doesnt have nicknames for me they just call me by my name tho.

21. if you had to describe your yume ship with one song, which song would it be?

gwah theres a few of these.... hmmmmm.......

invisible touch is too perfect to not include

the bird and the bee - my love

mad head love - kenshi yonezu

and ill even put...

mitski first love late spring

arms tonite mother mother

some of it is describing the relationship more in general and some of its more about my feelings..... well thats okay too

22. where do you want to be with your comfort character(s) in three years?

🥺

i want us to be happily married and in love........ and i want to have raised my devotion levels and number of tributes 😌✨

23. if there was a book written about you and your comfort character(s), what would the title be?

going by the series' usual naming convention......... sakumonogatari (錯物語).

[miscellaneous--bones]

shows everyone this oc i made n folks love her and then 2 minutes later come out with new ocs that im even more obsessed with like haha sike sorry. i was gonna wait until i had more drawings of howl but ive already been sittin on em a couple days so yk

anyway these are what came from that doodle page mess from a minute ago, goose was the first but i needed an oc who would work to be shipped w snatcher so then i made howl and decided there were 5 of them. they're supposed to be mostly borzoi/italian greyhound mixes? idk. either way they run on ahit rules but i might use em in other places too idk yet. Summary of their characters are below the cut

so they're a litter of 5 and no one is keeping track of whose oldest or youngest or whatever

unusual i know but i also cant figure out where i want them to be anyway so shut ur face

we'll just go left to right from the top

somewhere on her travels goose ran into hk and bow and was worried about these strange children being alone in space so she decided to come with them and like they arent gonna complain about their new dog

shes not the best with other people but she takes good care of them both and keeps them protected and fed and whatnot.

it works its cute

shes the only one who has a collar because shes the only one who has a person out of her siblings

nk n then howl! howls got a lot going on

they got a fairly dinky ship when they left it was sturdy enough but like not Good good yk

and at some point way before hattie and bow and goose end up there, they pass over harbor because theyre tryna figure out if they wanna stop for a supply run or not and the mafia shows up n makes trouble ofc

she gets the mafia to leave her alone but in the process ends up crash landing somewhere near subcon (not sure if its like in the woods or just off the borders but close enough either way)

in the crash tho, a bunch of time pieces shatter n get fucked up and end up scattered across time

she has to go through and try to clean all THAT up because plain n simple those things are hard to get and just leaving a jumbled mess like that it Very Not Safe

in this whole debacle her family dont know whats happened and the ship is kind of undocumented because the crash basically happened forever ago but also it hasnt yet but also it never did?? so like. shes missing for a good decade before shes finally back to her present (by this time hat n bow have come n gone so she missed goose anyway)

while she was going through time collecting time peices, she got in whole heeps of trouble and while its only been 10 years in her present it feels like its been at least 50

shes gotten acused of witchcraft, cursed about 5 times over, there was that one time she was thrown in a dungeon for 7 years for disrespecting a king or something

point is they came back fucked up

they're half undead and their soul is a little bit missing because someone stole it at some point and they only barely got it back a little bit. also cursed to be tied to shadows so being in the sun too long isnt very good for them.

ive also been playing with the idea they were cursed to live either other people's spirits and energies OR their flesh. not sure which yet

i do feel like it'd be nice if they and snatcher could end out with a deal where he eats the souls and she eats the bodies. or something

this whole change of theirs is supposed to be shown by them loosing their white on their face. theyre the one laying down in the last drawings which is supposed to be them while their in college years and shes got her white face. she looses it when she gets all tied up in the darkness thing. she also gets taller than her siblings they were the shortest originally

neway im till daydreaming abt the whole thing so yk

the other siblings are less important but still cute

duke is also an astronaut but his explorations tend to go better apparently. he comes home with a cute alien boyfriend later

paris owns a boutique that brandy helps her out with- they stayed on their home planet together with their parents when the others went to space.

speaking of, brandy is rlly nice

aside from her different markings which always set her apart real nice shes also trans. so grew up a little bit othered but still very very loved and also her and paris are besties obvi

brandy is good i like her a lot. i think shes be like second eldest if not eldest eldest if i had a real order there

her and howl bond over having different markings from the otherwise when howl finally gets home :)

[sharuk28]

Heads up, probably a really long one cause I have lots of views here.

Firstly, @mandiemegatron I want to just give you the absolutely biggest applause I can but also a virtual hug for the way you handled this despite how hurt you most definitely are. I'm so so sorry anon said these things because I can tell you're the kind of person who even though you dislike their words, still take it to heart because at the end of the day, you do care about their opinion as they did read your work and you care about your readers so it's just extra hurtful, and I dont think you deserve something like this.

Which is why I wanted to step in. I haven't watched one piece so I haven't read your works before (I'm assuming you're a one piece writer cause quin reblogged you and I recognize some character names from his) and because I want to cheer you up, I need you know that while I'm trying, I'm also doing my best to be unbiased, so that what's said is more genuine and more likely to actually have an impact instead of letting you think I'm just saying what I say cause I'm quins friend and wanna cheer you and this and that Yada Yada. I'm basically a third party with an outside viewpoint, so I urge both you and anon, if you're reading this, to take this to heart so that hopefully, both of you end up better. <3

Also, before I carry on, just for the record, I'm not tryna insert myself or make myself feel important, Im just sharing my thoughts because I want to. Its sortve the whole point of social interaction, so i dont wanna hear anything about that from anyone. (Saying this because that was some criticism someone told me before when I shared my opinion in something else before)

Anyways, that out of the way, @mandiemegatron I think that's superb writing! I'm not a writer but I'm certain I wouldn't be able to think of that. And if anything, that twist of the reader dying isn't proof that you dislike your readers, it's proof that you have a well developed sense of sympathy and you're able to incorporate that into your writing to make the readers feel the way you intended (which I take was sympathy for Kid) and that, my dear, is a plot twist I don't think the average writer would have the balls to even attempt or pull off to the effect you have. So keep holding your head up high. This sounds like a creative masterpiece, and I'm so very proud of you for it! Also, the fact that you eventually found yourself responding to this hate after many attempts from them it seems, just goes to show even further just how much you care for your readers even when it's directly from the party providing the hate. Because I'm certain you knew you didn't have to reply, that you didn't have to show your thought process or explain yourself. And while you may feel it's because you were pushed off a ledge, the way I see it, it's because (defending yourself aside) you really care about around and can see that something isn't right. That nobody deserves to be this hateful. I fully believe it's because you wanted best for them, whilst catering to your own mental health needs, otherwise you wouldn't try to explain nor get them to understand anything whist knowing deep down chances are unlikely that listen. Trying in the face of what seems hopeless. Now that's love (in this case to your readers) if I've ever seen it. Just know that you did absolutely nothing wrong; your work is outstanding; you are outstanding, both as an author and as a person. I well and truly hope this cheered you up, because I'd really for you to keep feeling this level of pain and beating yourself up over something thats actually quite beautiful.

Now then, this is for anon.

Hey, I'm not trying to be a bitch and I don't have anything against you, but I am a bit disappointed that you let yourself get to the point of hatred and resentment to the level where you became hurtful to others. I'm sure you didn't actually intend to cause harm, so I do urge you to apologize privately, as yourself and not anon. You're the only one responsible for regulating your own emotions. I worry your perspective is tainted in red, and so you don't truly the see beauty of things in general. I'm so sorry for what must've hurt you to make you want to protect yourself so much, and it's obvious that you don't like feeling vulnerable, but I'm not gonna try and have some sort of moral highground, I just want to try and help even if you don't want it. Please just look into why you're so hurt by this, go deeper and figure out why you're actually hurt by this and not why you think you're hurt by this. Be kind to yourself. I don't blame you as I'm sure circumstances must've molded you into this, but you have to remember that while trauma does make you act certain ways, it's your responsibility as a human being to deal with that trauma and not let it spiral this much. It's okay, like I mentioned, mistakes happen and it's not gonna be easy, but I fully trust that you're gonna reach a point somewhere down the line where you learn to not be hateful towards yourself. Till then though, please work on treating others the same way you want to be treated. Become someone you'd actually wanna be friends with.

Okay, I think that's all. Unrelated to the emotions of all this, but like oof, I'm atheist! xD the way you said it, I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, but oof I feel kinda attacked for some reason, lol, but dw, I'm sure you didn't mean anything bad, just a thought I couldn't help but share.

Oh and PSA, if anyone involved, or anyone unrelated even, messages me, if I think it's too draining, I'll probably just never respond. Don't take it personally, I just dislike subjecting myself to negative things unless I absolutely must or if it involves someone I care about. So again, please don't take it personally. That's all. Thanks to whomever reads this far, and I hope you all have a fantastic day full of boops >.<

<3

Why kill off the reader in the second part of losing the war? I was expecting Kidd or Killer to get hurt or something but killing the reader? Tell us you don't care about your readers without telling us you don't care about your readers. Who the fuck kills off the READER? Take the L and maybe stop acting like your writing is better than it actually is.

*deep breath*

Okay.

I've received a handful of anons similar to this one and I didn't think I'd have to come on here to break down my ideas and give reasons as to why I wrote something the way I did, but clearly some people are pretty pressed over my choices for Just Come Home. Everything under the readmore so I don't clog up people's dash.

Let's break this down one point at a time. So firstly, my choice to kill off the Reader was actually a last-minute decision while finishing it off. My original idea was reader never forgives Kid and decides to fight Kid and Killer instead, losing and being left for dead (for Law to find), but decided, why not even more hurt? More pain and more anguish, as I was asked to put Kid through via some askers/anons. I found the best way to do that, was to kill off the reader. Have them make amends only to have that ripped from Kids hands and destroyed with a simple flick of the wrist, and honestly, the fact that I had myself in tears while writing it gave me the motivation to continue with that idea.

I also wanted to delve into trying my hand at Law who felt backed into a wall and decided to spill blood, all for the sake of having an upper hand, and if that meant he had to off the reader to keep that upper hand, then so be it. I wanted to write something different from my usual angst, something a little more devastating and I feel like I hit that mark pretty damn close. Truly, I'm sorry you feel differently about it.

Secondly, don't you EVER come into my inbox and point fingers, saying I don't care about my readers. Buddy, I probably care TOO MUCH about my readers, about what they think and about how they feel when reading my writing. This is incredibly hurtful for you to come up here and essentially scream in my face that this isn't good enough. I need you to understand that if you dont enjoy something, that means it wasn't written for YOU. Not everything you come across is going to be to your taste and it's insanely self-centered and entitled of you to come in here and tell me I don't give a fuck about my readers because YOU thought it was stupid. It feels like you're taking this a little personally and I don't understand why.

Lastly, i don't sit here and brag about my writing. In fact, I feel like I stay pretty quiet other than some self reblogs of things I've written when I'm feeling that certain blorbo. It's confusing and again, hurtful, for you to come in here and essentially tell me to shut the fuck up... on my own blog. That's some strange activities there, buddy. I think you maybe need to log off for a bit, go sit in nature and do some deep breathing because this is crossing the line over to chronically online. Please go outside for a bit. Please revise your manners and remember the golden rule. You don't have to be religious for you to understand "treat others the way you want to be treated".

Do better.

[beomglocks]

what soobin is like as a boyfriend

warnings & other: none i just love him but let’s be honest who doesn’t, this gets cheesy in some parts bc he just gives off stereotypical kdrama bf vibes but guys he’s the one

w/c: round to 1k

ok first off 

sorry if i rant soobin is my baby so ofc i think he’s the perfect boyfriend

he’s so

ugh

ok when you meet him he’s a shy boy

like really won’t wanna look you in the eye

ok like super fucking awkward

like painfully and you’re like “hahah ok that’s cute”

that only applies if you look intimidating tho

if you’re one of those people who’s blessed with not having resting bitch face he’ll be flirty

well you know..

he has his own methods of being flirty

he’s charming in his own way

probably does what yeonjun does but more subtle

stares

will stare at you

and when you make eye contact he smiles and rubs his lip with his finger DJSJSKDK PLZ

alternatively: looks away, purses his lips with a smile, ears get red, looks back up to you already looking at him then he waves

youre left like

“omg he’s so fucking cute”

ok but actually like he will reel you in without you even knowing

next thing you know you’re laughing at his lame ass jokes

god forbid you think he’s funny

“you think I’m funny? well we should date” :)

wait im pretty sure he said he doesnt go after someone unless he knows they like him back

tbh he’d probably wait until you make the first move

or wait until you show interest or else he’ll just hide his feelings

you have to bring him out of his shell

once you do...oh boy

100% never leaving you alone

always telling you how much he loves you

he’s the sweetest

teeth rotting sweet

i feel like he would slowly open up to you during the relationship

he’s not like automatically into it if that makes sense

shy to initiate things at first

such as kissing and touching

asks you if it’s ok first

we love consent

free samples kind of guy

dont take him to an ice cream shop or shops in general

he will devour the free samples

next thing you know you’re leaving with goat cheese and the newest ice cream flavour

he gives hopeless romantic vibes

would want to bake with you in the kitchen

and i know this sounds cliche but

flour fight

he’s cute with it at first

just rubs some flour on your nose then next thing you know

“we turned our dog white”

he’s a simple man

however

he probably spoils you

but not like expensive item type of spoiling he isn’t extravagant

god forbid the price range of any of the items he buys you exceeds his actual paycheck

cute gifts that you’ll actually use and cherish

i dont see many fights happening with him tbh

maybe if you question his leadership choices then i can see a fight happening

for example if you think he couldve handled a situation better in a certain way and you point that out to him he’ll get all defensive

“im the leader of my group dont tell me what you think is best for my group”

then you’re just like “well shit fuck you too i was just tryna help”

i can see him distancing himself after a fight if you’re also feeling a bit aggitated

doesn’t talk to you until it’s literally 2am and neither of you are sleeping bc yall always cuddle and you’re not cuddling him

:(

he’s always the first one to say sorry

my god he makes fun of you so much

not on a beomgyu level though

more of a “if you say something silly i will make you feel so dumb for the rest of the day” kind of clowning

wow jealousy

i feel like he’s not super jealous unless he feels threatened

everything was fine until the fire nation attacked

once he sees you getting a little too buddy buddy with someone else he’s like nah i gotta shut this shit down

he’s humble but once he’s jealous he’s all braggy to make himself seem above who ever was trying to get at you

“yeah i think we ALL-”

boy do you have to comfort this big baby

he’s sensitive :(

hold him and rub his head on his off days

tell him he’s the best boy and it doesnt matter what anyone else thinks screw them

he laughs like 

“shouldnt i be comforting you?” 

soooooooooo sappy

cliche asf boyfriend

buys you flowers

if he could he would be doing the whole radio outside your window thing (side note: yeonjun would too be he’s whipped asf)

college bf (we saw it coming)

see also: college bf who helps you in what he can and tells you to screw math bc you don’t need it anyways

shows up at your school or job after his practice

everyone loves him

everyone

you gotta be on guard 24/7

i wouldnt say you’d be insecure per se but soobin definietly lacks awareness when it comes to being flirted with

he recognizes others advances but laughs awkwardly, forgetting to tell the person he already has a partner

~cue mild argument~

at the end of it all he’s like “dont worry i only like you jeez”

if he’s working on a song he asks for your input

or rather how would you interpret a certain emotion that he isn’t able to convey

just to joke around, if he has to write a song about heartbreak but neither of you have been through that he’ll be like

“well there’s a first for everything :)”

soobin 100% takes the time to learn about your culture

he’s invested what can i say

introducing you to the other members isn’t THAT bad

but they definitely clown soobin

txt: “how come your partner is cooler than our own leader”

“maybe they should lead us instead” (joke)

soobin’s like fuck yall i can be cool :(

always send you cute selfies

with messages along the lines of

“i miss you :((((”

“bring ice cream on your way back!”

“be safe tho xxx”

he gives embarassing dad vibes

you can’t introduce him to your friends !

since he has you around he isn’t too shy and once he engages in conversation you better pack your bags

he’s trying to be funny (keyword: trying) but really it’s just your friends laughing to not make the hot idol bf not feel bad

you help him with his script for music bank

speaking of music bank

yes, yes, you are clowning him like the rest of txt and he comes home like

“not you too :(((((((”

hueningkai

my goodness hueningkai

yall tussle over soobin’s attention

sometimes it feels like youre sharing soobin with kai

you love them both but youre like “kai sweetie it’s cold and i wanna be the one to cuddle my bf so please”

speaking of cuddles 

best cuddles

ones where he’s wearing a really comfortable sweater that’s actually nice material and your face gets buried in his chest 

his limbs will be tangled in yours no doubt

but wow he’s so warm you almost never wanna let go

they don’t call him “home” for nothing

tall boy

makes fun of you if you’re shorter than him

yes he does tease you by placing items on higher-than-you-can-reach shelves

kick his shins he’ll give in

you: ”hows the weather up there”

him: “nice actually but you wouldnt know now would you :)”

tell him your problems, tell him anything

he will listen

and i mean let-you-ramble-for-hours kind of listen

but at the end of it his input is always valuable and he isn’t judgemental

he’s a good listener and gives good advice!!!

he’s not the leader for no reason put some damn trust in him!

[forgottentristan]

SECRETLY IN LOVE W CIARA lkjfklasjdfkjdsf godfrey: 'i hate this story' not cassandra picking the ~wrong uncle~ for this exact plot laksjdfkljdsfkjkljsdf

but honestly i think ~he sees her lowkey the same way??? like she's been his charge since she was a kid and he kinda grew up (tho removed) w her brothers and like??? they're def in-laws and its all family, right? amira: WRONG

do you think she ever talks to him abt ciara marrying godfrey? i mean, im guessing not ~directly since he'd def assure her that, dear as ciara undoubtledly is to him, his feelings are not of that kind etc (tho ig that might not dissuade her? such avowals would no doubt be expected in such a situation ig hahaha)

but anyway!! my point is that she might not be basing that supposition on ~nothing bc, while tristan's interest do indeed lie in a decidedly different direction, i can see where he might act a lil weird when the godfrey marriage is mentioned bc frankly he's not sure godfrey will be the best hubby to her, bc in his own experience is that godfrey will love you intensely and then...get bored or smth ???? answer pending??? and decide ur not good enough or smth ???? and just...abandon you for someone else!!!! tristan does not have the full story on that, so he doesn't know that that was based ~entirely on his apcalyptic goals and ~isnt the kind of husband he'd be (he ~is the sort of husband who would get obsessively focused on tryna bring on the apocalypse, but he ~isnt the sort to abandon his lady lkjalksjdfjkdsf migggght still not make him the best hubby tho lkajsdkfljsldkjf apocalypses ~have been known to damage marriages! ;DDDD), but tristan fears it is, and he thinks ciara deserves sm better! so! he ~may get a lil weird/defensive sometimes in certain situations re: that marriage hahaha

aria is also someone that i think tristan is feeling increasingly guilty abt bc like...lbr a lot of the tactics roderick has used in conquering astaira are objectively brutal and like??? this whole bastardy charge is, in tristan's view, pr blatantly trumped up and that is NOT honorable behavior!!!!!! and tristan hates being involved w that, even indirectly!! so another person, along w eilia, he may act weird about, given the right prompting! klsdjfkldsjf in this case mostly out of like ~guilt effectively but yeah! laskjdfkljsdf

TRISTAN THINKS CASSANDRA IS OBSESSED W HER BAHAHAHA tristan just like indulging her bc he thinks that this woman must be cassandra's idol or whatever and honestly i can see where he may even asp start actively bringing her up so that cassandra can talk abt her, since she clearly gets sm glee out of it, and tristan likes seeing her happy lkajsdfkljdsf #facepalm (cue arthur laughing at him from the sidelines bc arthur thinks tristan's just bored or maybe annoyed or smth, and egging cassandra on 'i do that sometimes too just dont press her too much she doesn't mean anything by it,' and tristan just like ????? lkajsdfkljsldkjf mess)

ooc | Cassandra & Tristan

so even though tristan is only ~technically~ edmund's uncle, I do think that cassandra considers him to be her family, too!!!

I feel like she adores Tristan and honestly, if she didn't consider him to be basically her uncle, he's def the sort of guy she'd probably have had a crush on lmao and he is still dEFINITELY someone that she thinks about as a hero in one of her fantasies and probably is convinced that he is in the middle of some secret epic love story!!! She'd love how tragic it is that he is secretly in love with Eithne, but since she has no idea that that is a thing, she probably thinks that he is secretly in love with like Ciara b/c having to watch your brother marry the girl you are in love with???? Tragic!!! (meanwhile that exact plot is literally going on with her dad and uncle but she has no idea about that either #facepalm)

OR maybe that he is in love with Aria or something b/c that is also a forbidden love thing??? She is definitely getting some forbidden love/tragic ending vibes from Tristan, but she just has the completely wrong girl alsfkjlsafj

Whoever she thinks it is, she will probably obsessively bring them up and Tristan probably just thinks that Cassandra is obsessed with them alsdjflasdfj

[1111jenx]

hiii good morning jenx!! may i ask how did you find out about your psychic ability/ies? were you aware of it even when you were a kid? im sorry if this is too personal i was just curious about it ><

Hi pretty!!

I hope you're having a good morning so far and no worries its not at all personal I think I talked abt this briefly before but never got into it🥳

So I found out young, very young. Like seeing spirit animals after a family member has passed, talking to "deity", sensing their presences and being more intuitive than others. There were signs scattered around yet I did not once take it seriously. I brushed them off a lot because my mom is someone who's a certified hippie, does this 24/7 and growing up I was just like 😐naw that aint gonna be me😐 but it seems that the more I run away from it the worse it gets? Also I had this mindset from when I was younger that I am protected from evil spirits, like I know that nothing can hurt me for some reason and I don't get spooked by paranormal as others do. My little nerdy ass simply thought "Oh. I'm a good person aka my spirit is protected from all that is bad." And I say this with certainty but I think my childhood was A MESS. So its good that I started to take an interest in all of it later on in life, when I was 13ish I think. Started to talk more to my mom and got a lot of clarity haha

I think at one point its like the second I accepted it the stronger it gets? I worked with divination tools first like tarot, pendulum, runes but I was sure something was up because the voices that I hear during my readings make more senses everyday. Its incredible that once you accept that part of yourself things just align. Since then I indulged more in spirituality and theres just more signs here and there everyday. However I have only one rule though, never do Tarot for myself. There are loopholes ofcourse. But I try my best not to, especially if its about something close and personal. Daily card pull is fine but reading into a whole situation is something I refrain from doing and I'll ask other spiritual workers instead. I do this because of the 2 reasons:

1. My skeptical ass refuse to be too subjective. I need to hear it like it is and I refuse to be left out of anything I don't wanna channel into. (Unless that someone is tryna cause me harm then it's different)

2. My cards and spirits scream at me. 😀 They're just like don't you got better things to do this is not an emergency why are you trying to interfere with the energy we align for ya tf. Respectfully I think others may have this more undercontrol. But this is how my spirits work and every reading where I'm too close to the situation (excluding all the stuff we mentioned) then my guides are just gonna give me the same old answer, trust in the pLaN💀💀💀💀 So nah, I'd go to others when its like that and follow my intuition instead of doing that to myself💀💀💀

Ksks I started to change the subjects again but I did brush through a bit of it in the start, I hope this helps you baby. Just know that in the start, things never are easy at first and you'll always doubt yourself. My advice is, don't. Everything you feel and think matters. Trust your instincts baby.

love,

saint jenx🪐

[jrueships]

Oh please share all your thoughts regarding kyle/Demar. Im desperate for content too. Also, can you share that flop video? Their last game was 3 months ago cus Kyle didnt play in the one last month.

OOOOOOH okay YEAH that's what i was THINKIN!!! that the flop video HAD to be the one from 3 months !! YEAH okay YEAH my thoughts EXACTLY YOU OMNOMONO-S M A R T , anon !!!!!! I don't think this sentence made sense but whatever we move

HERES the flop vid!! Notice the tie and the quarter LOL klow RUTHLESS to his mans lol!

AS FOR MY THOUGHTS ON THEM...... let's Talk.

They sure do love taking turns staring at each other in manic Lust huh. Hashtag just guy things Girlpower !!!

FIRSTLY uh hmm WELL i think they are.. just such an Iconic ship like TRULY the BLUEPRINT. Even in a nonshippy sense, the way they tell each other i love you i love this man i love kyle he's my guy i'd run through 15 brick walls for him i love demar he's my best friend LIKE.. it's REAL it's an UNABASHED bond!!!! They are CLOSE! they LOVE each other they CARE for each other!!! SOOO much!!!!!! THEIR POWER... UNLIMITED! and of course serge tryna pit bad bitches against bad bitches in his how hungry deebo guest vid; he recognizes REAL!! Not just delusional TUMBLRINAS realize their INFLUENCE but like! Everyone does!! IT'S SO ELEPHANT!!! IT'S SO THERE!!! love that for them!!! And i think them being so 'popular' and loved scares me off from privately publishing any writings not ONLY bcs i don't wanna DISAPPOINT people that follow em religiously down to a T, but bcs like! KYLE/DEMAR SO GOOD!! i don't wanna TAINT it with a thought process that can be COMPLETELY wrong from the source! I CANT DO THEM LIKE THAT!!! You know like i LOVE THEM because they're TRUE LOVE but i also HATE them because they're TRUE LOVE like! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY OTHER THEN 'it's true love baby!!' Because it IS! it's so GOOD and DEEP and COMPLEX and i LOVE that but my brain NEEDS to be able to simplify things down to lil bounceable points so i can understand it better but i CANT?? i can't let my brain DO that to something so HUGE and AMAZING????? The way they INTERACT is so DYNAMIC and fun and full of LIFE and!!! 1 U DONT EVEN HAVE TO GO INTO GOBLIN MODE TO VIEW EM & POINT OUT LITTLE THINGS TO. PROVE THEY ARE IN LOVE LIKE! they just ARE everyone can SEE can KnOW its so STRONG!!! They're my og favs for a reason but i also Hate them for that reason..... gay people

FOR DEEPER THOUGHTS ON THEM THO.. ACTUAL ANALYTICAL THOUGHTS BESIDES 'theyre gay. They're husbands. We win!'

This is from a lil note in one of my MANY unpublished kyle/demar fics to help keep me on point, SO if i ever DO sum up the courage and publish a fic that kinda hints to this idea, you guys WILL act SURPRISED and HAPPY at this BRAND NEW UNEXPLORED IDEA into kyle/demar lol (it gets touched upon a Lot in the kyle/demar owner player fic which is ALSO very long and WILL be hidden from the general populace )

BUT TO ELABORATE UHHHMM hmm so like

People HEAR kyle. People hear his shouting, his demanding, his AWFUL jokes (deebo: the chips are down kyle: like? Potato- potato chips? *extends pop bottle microphone closer to demar's interview*), his loud laughter, his unnecessary SOUND effects with his unnecessary physical COMEDY ( s T O M P I N. wiTH. the. BIG. boYS !WITH... *swaggers away from his made shot as demar giggles. Probably emphasizing his stomps just to make demar laugh MORE), his smartass comments to reporters ignorantly written off as friendly cheekiness by them despite the OBVIOUS fact that he HATES them (EXCEPT when it's to talk about.. DE-MAAAR!!). KYLE IS.. heard. Does that mean he's LIKED??? um. Well.

Kyle can be .. bossy. To put it lightly. Or an ASSHOLE, to put it now DEMARLY(beloved) but DEROGATORILY. He can argue with coaches like it's a HOBBY! And refs! ESPECIALLY refs! He can argue with the other players!!! You tryna start a fight after we get ejected from a game? Alright, HERES MY ROOM NUMBER. Spoiler alert though, demar GONNA be there because we BOTH loyal af and we BOTH gonna whoop your ass so. have fun losing to homosexuality you sexless giblet ! EVEN IF KYLE ISN'T EVEN PLAAAYING, if a fight breaks onto the floor you can BET he's stepping up all suit and tie to put his two cents in. And people are gonna respectfully disrespect him for that! I mean like.. that's Okay, it's REASONABLE you know it's ALRIGHT. Kyle's been living his entire Life being disrespected so he's just disrespectful right back and that's FINE. it's a little tiring though. Never making someone happy. Never making people Smile because you're just. An asshole. BUt you ARENT juST An ASSHOLE!!!! youre actually REALLY funny and REALLY clingy and REALLY sweet and full of LOVE!!! just.. you know.. also full of... Opinions. Opinions you think EVERYONE deserves to hear DIRECTLY because you HATE fakeness. You also hate being boxed in too... so maybe youre Kind Of an asshole, YEAH so WHAT? thats not ALL? Sometimes you SAY things... yeah.. but youre.. more. Youre So much More. And no one wants to See that . . . And YEAH you COULD hypothetically 'change' that but then that wouldn't be YOU. So you'd rather live a life unloved than live a life not yours. You've already been doing it so long.

Demar is beloved. Like. Thats just FACTS! reasonable tangible understandable FACTS!! serge would PUNCH a man for even HINTING dislike toward demar! We ALL would!!! Deebo is nice and sociable and truthful, can hold pleasant small talk, responds to reporters with delightful little metaphors for rudy gay to question. DEEBO IS A K I N G !!! a pleasant MANNERFUL king! Elegant demarvelous GORGEOUS he is THE WORLDS girlfriend! We DONT deserve him!!!! you know.. he's good at decency. 'Deebo's a Nice Guy. He's known for freezing up during playoffs.. but he's Likeable. He's Nice. So he'll be OK.'

Deebo has the 'i can socialize well in small conversations and i WANT to act pleasant to others because i care for them!!' Attitude People go through where they're 'on good terms' with a lot of people but not... their Number one. Not really KNOWN for ALL that he Is. All that he DOESN'T say. Because what if people Don't want to hear it? What if people Don't want their 'perfect' image of Deebo destroyed? Marred by depressing thoughts, chocked uselessly full of silly Obsessions and Ideas. They just like Pleasant deebo.. Want pleasant deebo. So he gives them that. And represses what he thinks isn't needed. Hides it. Doesn't speak it into life. well- absolutes are Difficult. Sometimes he let's Some Things slip out. Just little things though. No one cares enough to put what he says into memory though. It doesn't make impact that way. He's content with it, he supposes. Because others are.

But. It really does feel Good being with Kyle. JOKING with him, TALKING to him, telling him all your 'silly little ideas', goofing off with him, proposing a MOVIE together, little roles they can fit (the matrix clip..), it feels nice BEING with him. Because he LISTENS. Even if others only see Kyle as this stubborn asshole who takes no opinion beside his own into account, Kyle really does Listen. He might make some snide comments in reply, but he Retains the information given.. the things said. They can hurt him, or they could make him feel Alive. Laugh. Kyle lives for pushing people past their 'Decent' boundaries at the beginning to see who they REALLY are.. the Extent of their Being. He gives them his 100% in search of 100% in return. And you can Bet Demar gives that to him plus More. Plus the moon and the stars and the old movies of his time and his dumb little dances and his musical aspirations and his bothersome interview interruptions and his Love... demar is More than willing to give Kyle EVERYTHING. Because Kyle Asks for his everything. WANTS his Everything. Kyle takes Demar's everything and makes it Beautiful. Let's demar know it's meaningful. He doesn't show it as perfectly Expected, but he Shows it. Demar tells Kyle about his rapping hobby on a lazy afternoon relaxing from another harsh conditioning morning. He tells it as nothing more than a mere Afterthought, just an excuse able comment sprung by music listening inspiration. But Kyle HEARS it, TALKS about it. He brings it up in an interview... the reporter didn't ASK for it. She asked about his favorite rapper. But because Kyle thinks about demar SO much and about EVERYTHING he says, the good, the bad, the Cringe, he brings DeMar's hobbies up. He doesn't EXPOSE them in DEPTH though, just gives them a shoutout. To let the people hear. And to let demar know he's Been heard

Demar thinks of kyle often. Feisty asshole kyle. Couldn't live without me kyle. The man i leaned down to while he was on the floor kyle. The man i told i'd be by no matter What kyle. Because no matter What anyone else thinks of him, Deebo will be there .

Because Kyle's a Listener.

And DeMar sees that.

It's the little things that count.

[forgottentristan]

Awwww i love the idea of these two as friends!!! plus, like...i feel like they lowkey grew up together/in similar positions, since they're three years apart and would've been like...lets see i think amira is ~11 years older than tristan so tristan was just a little guy when she married roderick, bc ~she was quite young at the time iirc, so honestly the three years would've been big at that time, but alaric was probs ~still the person closest to his own age (despite also obv outranking him ofc,) for him to like tryna play w etc

so like!! i can def see him being like DAMN THAT MUCH OLDER DUDE IS SOOOOO COOL (meanwhile that much older dude is probs like 9 or smth -- i haven't looked up the timelines so im not sure exactly on ages but you feel me hahaha -- but anyway ;DDDD) and iirc they would've been brothers-in-law from childhood which i would guess would probs see them behaving effectively like cousins for lack of a better comparison hahaha esp w a mutual nephew coming along when they're 9-15ish (again no math was done for this comment i do apologize hahah its too early in the morning for that aldjsfakljdsf) to really bind them inextricably together as family but ANYWAY!! my point here is that i feel like lil tristan probs thought alaric was the coolest thing since sliced bread and probs tries to follow him around/imitate him/play w him a lot esp bc the closest person to his own age he'd had before was ~godfrey whose even older than alaric yknow? i do feel like, as a result of like...the only ppl around him were sm older, tristan was always a really mature lil kid but yeah!! it was probs just really fun to have another lil guy to run around with!

i also feel like they also had a pr similar upbringing in that it was, in both cases, them w basically just their big brother against the world. in tristan's case, he also had a sister and gm, but they were much less involved yknow? but they also were destitute whereas alaric and roderick were in a palace, so like at once similar but VERY different as well, w the general sense that like...the world is dangerous. tbh idk if that'd necessarily ~endear them to e/o bc instead its this moment of watching before you dare attach urself to someone, but it would at least give a similar pov ig????? or at least one that the other could each recognize and understand

so yeah!!! basically i totally agree!!! and i do think tristan's main thing is that...he thinks its in EVERYONES best interest to try to avoid a war and, while it is def roderick's duty and responsibility, i think he's starting to see that that's never gonna come from him, so i do think tristan's starting to look around at the heirs, themselves, and their factions and be like 'heyy, soo do we think we can find a way to figure this out for ourselves' basically arthur and amira: 'ridiculous' laksdjfkjlsdfjk but anyway i do think tristan is also ~very conflicted abt what he'd do were war to break out bc he's kingsguard and there're three competing kings yknow and his vows say he needs to protect them each but how can he protect them all from e/o? plus then there's his own heart like???? edmund he loves like his own!! but he does ~also care for the others too (tho ngl not nearly as much...sorry, guys! lkjasdklfjjskf) like ideally no one is getting hurt plus, lets say ~that weren't an issue, yknow, what would it do to edmund to kill his own brother like??????? that is objectively horrible!!! tristan wouldn't want his worst enemy to have to go through that, little less someone he loves! and that doesn't even ~touch on the human cost to the ~entire empire~ and thus thousandsa dn thousand of ppl given how a civil war would DECIMATE the common ppl of the realm like...this is a literal DISASTER waiting in the wings...not that tristan knows abt godfrey's apocalypse goals but if he did he'd be like 'why craft a new one? this coming war is sure to prove one in its own wretched way' basically

i do also think that, like...guin seems destined for a jane grey situation, where she's forced by power hungry ppl into basically being their sacrificial lamb on the altar of their own self-aggrandizement, and we've talked a lot abt edmund and arthur's ~whole situation~ and i think tristan sees this all coming for all of them and he's desperately tryna fight a losing battle here to protect them all but no one kingsguard can protect them from a threat this massive and insideous and yeah!!!!! but he's def trying!!!! we can put aside these seeds of discord now!!!! we can create a better world before the worst one ever comes for us!!!!1 (meanwhile ~both his siblings working against him whoops)

i think ive mentioned this before, but i do think tristan was pancake number one for godfrey in terms of crafting his ~perfect prince~ to take power after godfrey destroyed all the evil in the world (in godfrey's head yknow) but i think from the start godfrey was a lil frustrated w how tristan was turning out like...he just doesn't see him as ~that guy~ the one who can make the tough choices to navigate the new world to its ideal position after all that's terrible has been wiped away yknow plus it was always gonna be an insane uphill battle to get tristan to power anyway (but i think godfrey believes it ~has to be someone of calainon blood) but still tristan he felt was his only choice (bc lbr he ~was clear that it was noT gonna be amira hahahaha) but then there was edmund, in both a better position AND of a better disposition to do the job godfrey had ordained for him.

but as a result i feel like godfrey had this super intense connection w and focus on tristan, yknow, he was his whole hope for the future of mankind right??? and then just...zero warning, nothing, he just...drops him like a hot potato, and tristan never knew what he was planning or anything he just knew that he went from having this deep connection and then...nothing at all and like!!!!! that left tristan feeling v lost and adrift so i feel like he went and attached himself to the first thing he could that felt like it meant smth...and that was, unfortunately, roderick and i think that he was still caught up in all those ideals yknow!!! when he swore himself to the kingsguard before he really got a peak under the curtain and saw what roderick ~truly was, esp as roderick has grown worse and worse and worse overtime and yeah!!!!! bc roderick has this machine purpose-built to scoop up lost young men and feed them into his military and yeah!!! the machine clearly works, he's used it to run roughshod over most of the world yknow, and tristan was one of those lost young men who got caught and now he's trapped, i feel like

so yeah!!! i know this does ~not answer your question but that's simply bc tristan does not have an answer for you!! rn he's just tryna forestall a war that he frankly can never stop, but he'll never be able to look edmund in the eye again if he doesn't try his v best for him!!!!! and he truly believes that tryna his best for edmund is tryna stop this from happening!!!

but yesssss!!!! i def think there's respect and, on tristan's side anyway, even admiration here bc i do think tristan can clearly see that alaric is not his brother! (tristan ~does know smth abt ~not being like ur siblings after all hahaha) and i think tristan, further, hopes that he can count on alaric as an ally to try and help him forestall all of this!!! but yeah even tristan does know this fight is largely hopeless, he just can't give up is all!

anyway this got stupid long im so sorry alksdjflkjsdjkf

ooc | Alaric & Tristan

These guys definitely know each other, since their siblings are married to each other! Plus Godfrey & Alaric are pretty good friends.

I feel like Alaric & Tristan might be friends? They definitely know each other, given that their siblings are married & Alaric and Godfrey are friends!

I do feel like their relationship might be a little complicated, because Alaric does NOT trust Amira at all and even though he and Godfrey have gotten to be friends, he doesn't fully even trust Godfrey, either. (He knows that there may eventually be a line drawn in the sand and Alaric knows that he and Godfrey will be on different sides of the Edmund vs Arthur war)

But despite his friendship with Tristan's brother, I think that Alaric might actually trust Tristan the most out of the Calainons? He seems more straightforward/honorable/honest/genuine that either of his siblings and from what Alaric has gathered from their past, this makes sense that Tristan was spared a lot of the hardships/trauma the other two went through and he isn't as ~hard~ as either of them. Plus, I do think that Alaric knows that Tristan takes his vow as captain of the kingsguard v seriously!

That being said, Alaric isn't 100% sure where Tristan would land if war ever broke out amongst the family (although he suspects it would be w/ Edmund for obvious reasons). Still, Alaric doesn't think that Tristan would ever be involved in anything underhanded??? Like, Alaric is certain that he will always know exactly where he stands with Tristan, even if they happen to be on opposite sides???

All this is to say, is that I do think that Alaric would like Tristan a good deal and might even be a little more relaxed around him than he otherwise would be, since I think that Godfrey def knows how to loosen Alaric up a bit?? (Although if Amira is around Alaric is super tense lmao so it all depends on the company I guess).

[bbg-astarion]

Another request, if you please! Micah and the reader playing five finger fillet. The reader taunts and flusters Micah so bad that he puts his knife into his hand. Rat man gets pissy and acts all BS-like, but reader assists with the injury...? 👀

I dont know why I struggled with this so much, I hope its alright! SFW Micah x Reader Fic 

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“Shit!” Javier yells as he grasps at his finger. “Jeez Escuella, I thought you said you were good at this game?” you say with a chuckle, earning a glare from the man sitting across from you. “You’re a filthy cheater, Y/N” Javier says with a chuckle, which earns a hearty laugh from you. “Cheater!? You men are such sore losers!” Javier rises up from his chair and begins walking away, when you lean back in your chair and scan the camp. “Who’s gettin’ beat next?!” you shout with a confident smile plastered to your face, glancing towards Arthur and Hosea. A low, smug sounding voice from behind you makes you whip around. “That’ll be you, princess.”

You roll your eyes at the man. “Go away, Micah. I ain’t in the mood for your crap.”  “Feisty” he says in a snarky tone, as he sits down across from you at the table. “Whats wrong princess? Don’t want to play with ol’ Micah?” Sarcasm practically poured from the mans mouth, something you’ve always detested about him. “I ain’t your damn princess. And honestly Micah, I don’t feel like dealing with your crap once you lose.” You say with a smirk. Micah breathes a laugh and grabs the knife out of your hand. “Watch this, princess.” 

He starts off quickly, obviously trying to impress you. He quietly counts out the sequence under his breath, and then violently slams the knife down next to his hand once he finishes. He looks up at you from under his brimmed hat, with a snarky grin. “Your turn” he says as he leans back in his chair. You roll your eyes at him and pull out the knife which he stabbed into the wooden table. 

You begin slowly, only to pick up the pace and finish the sequence faster than Micah had. “There. Princess.” You state with sneer, pushing the knife back across the table to a now flustered Micah. You had never playfully called him anything like that before, and he seems to not know how to take it. He furrows his brows and adjusts his seat, only to begin jabbing the knife down in-between his fingers again. You clearly distracted the man, as he makes a small cut on his finger. “Shit” he mumbles. You lean over the table and pick the knife up, Micah glancing at your cleaveage and quickly looking away. You continue with your sequence without falter, at one point looking up and making eye contact with the man and smirking. You pass the knife back over to his side of the table. “Last chance.” you say to him. 

Micah looks at you and then back down to the knife. He shakes his head slightly, most likely to attempt to rid the thoughts of how hot it was watching you work with that knife. He once again began the sequence fast and over confident. He almost finished the sequence before slamming the knife down directly into one of his fingers. He quickly pulled back and hissed, watching the blood begin to pour out. “Dammit!” he yells. You quickly get up and grab a cloth that was on one of the benches next to you, and grab his hand. ‘Here” you mumble as you quickly go to work, putting pressure on the wound and skimming over his hands for any other cuts. You’re so focused on taking care of his deep cut, that you don’t notice him staring up at you in awe from his seat. You’re bent over him, holding his wrist gently with one hand, and the cloth with another. “Im fine” he mumbles. “ain’t nothin’.” Micah clearly had no idea how to react to you nursing his wound, he was used to nobody caring when he was hurt. Having you holding his wrist ever so gently made his heart flutter, though he’d never admit it. 

You carefully remove the cloth from the cut to check how deep the wound was. “Oh Micah...” you breathe. “Hang on” you say as you walk away to grab some moonshine from next to the tent near you. “This...isn’t going to feel great.” you say with a small, sorry smile. “Pffft. I’ve had far worse.” Micah speaks, his ego clearly hurting more than the cut. You carefully dribble the moonshine over his hand, earning a deep groan from Micah. “Sorry” you quietly say, as you put one hand gently on Micah’s upper back. He nearly jumps out of his skin at the sudden contact, goosebumps growing on the back of his neck. He hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in a long time other than the occasional slaps on the face by working girls he’s managed to insult, so he could practically melt into your hand at the feeling of a caring touch. 

You noticed him breathing heavy, focused on looking at the ground. “You...alright?” “What? Im fine woman.” He snaps. “Damn Micah, Im just tryna help.” You put both your hands on your hips. Micah could’ve whined at the loss of contact, and lowers his head. “errm...sorry. Thanks for this, I guess.” he says sheepishly as he nods towards his wrapped up hand. “You’re welcome...we’ll play again when your hands better...well, if you want” you say nervously. To be honest, you’re not even sure why you’re suddenly nervous or why you’ve even mentioned playing again. You can’t stand the man. At least, not when he’s acting all cocky and rude. But something about seeing him injured made him seem more soft, more human. “Mmmm.” Micah hummed in response. He glanced back up at you and your eyes met. You never realized how beautiful his eyes were. You smiled at him, trailing your fingers on his shoulder as you walk away, leaving him feeling hot and bothered, and very confused - in the best way. 

[the-irken-pony]

Hi I wrote a self-indulgent copperright fanfic based on a daydream

I totally didn’t learn the rules of poker just so I could write this fic what are you talking about

Quick summary: (Takes place during Terrence Suave’s time) Four Toppats opt for an afternoon of poker, but the group notices their friend acting unusual after a brief conversation with the chief’s right hand man.

Word count: 1998

Warnings: Gambling

“Alright, Macbeth, how much are ya putting in?” Gordon Smith smirked, fanning himself with the playing cards in his hand. “Unless you’re doing the wise thing and dropping out now.”

Mr. Macbeth huffed, skimming over his current stash of bills. “Hold yer horses, I’m tryna think.”

The man directly across from Macbeth grunted. “Let ‘im take ‘is time. He wouldn’t wanna drop out if he didn’t ‘ave to.” He gave a quick glance down at his hand; luck had favored him enough to grant him a straight flush, one of the best possible hands. “Could afford to think a little faster, though.”

Mr. Macbeth growled. “Alright, alright, fine.” Macbeth downed the rest of his soda and pushed forward half of his current earnings. “$600.”

“You sure about that?” Sledge MacRush raised his eyebrows. “When did you get so bold?”

“When y’all decided that rushin’ me was a better idea than just waitin’. Six hundred, final answer.

“Hm. Very well then. I’ll match you up on that. What about you, Smith?”

Smith chuckled sheepishly. “Aw man. I’m gonna have to drop out on this one. Promised Charlotte I wouldn’t bet more than $500 at a time.”

“What!? Come on, mate, you shoulda said somethin’ sooner!”

“Haha, yeah, I guess…”

“Well, after this round we can establish a limit.” Sledge gave him a sympathetic smile. “That leaves you, Red. You droppin’ out, too?”

“Nah, might as well stay. $600 for me as well.”

Of course, Red wasn’t actually the man’s name. People only called him that because of his naturally orange facial hair. People called “Red” all sorts of things, since he never gave his name out to anyone, not even close friends. He had to admit that he was hoping to have gotten a more consistent nickname by now, much like other Toppats. Even so, constantly changing nicknames was still better than telling someone his real name.

“So then, everyone else has bet already, eh? Alright, then, reveal your hands… now!”

Everyone around the table booth (except for poor Smith) laid their hands out on the table. Seeing the straight flush that the mustached man had laid out on the table, Sledge and Macbeth groaned as the nameless man chuckled.

“Maybe don’t put in half your cash next time,” he sneered.

Sledge huffed. “Remind me why we invite you to these things again?”

“Because you wouldn’t admit defeat if it left you stranded on an island with no way off.”

Sledge glared at the ginger from across the table as Smith let out a small chuckle.

“Touché.” He gathered up the cards and began to shuffle them. “Macbeth, you goin’ first this time?”

“Ahem. Excuse me.”

The group looked up from their game to see who had spoken. Standing next to the table booth was the chief’s new second in command, holding a clipboard and pen. He had only had his job for a week, but some Toppats were already calling him “the chief’s only good decision”. Admittedly, it was easy to see why just from a glance; he always stood in a very dignified manner, and every aspect of his appearance gave a sense of formality and professionalism--save for the bags under his eyes.

“Oi, Reginald, can it wait? We’re kinda in the middle of somethin’ ‘ere,” Sledge said as he continued to shuffle.

“Well, can you put it on hold? This is kind of important,” the right hand man replied, tapping his pen onto his clipboard.

Red shot Sledge a glare from across the table, prompting the latter to set down the deck of cards.

“Ignore him. Whatcha need, then?”

“What? Oh, right, right…” Reginald flipped through a couple of pages of his clipboard. “Mister Gordon Smith, the leader is sending you undercover tomorrow, and would like you to spend tonight preparing.”

“W-wait, tomorrow?” Smith stammered. “Why!?”

“Don’t ask me, I wouldn’t know,” Reginald yawned, rubbing his eyes. “He hasn’t given many details, he’s just said that he’s sent one other person already.”

“Why not pick someone else!?” Mr. Macbeth snapped. “It ain’t like everyone else’s busier than he is.”

“Easy, easy. I don’t mind doing it,” Smith assured him. Macbeth grumbled something under his breath as he crushed his empty soda can in his hand. Sledge crossed his arms and pouted. Seeing how tense the table was, Red cleared his throat to speak.

“So… one week into the job already, eh? How’sat been goin’ for ya?”

“I probably shouldn’t answer that,” Reginald muttered, looking over his clipboard. The redhead sat in uncomfortable silence, trying to think of a good response.

“…Cool.”

“Anyways,” Reginald said, “that’s all I needed from you. I won’t take up any more of your time.”

“Alright, thank you,” Smith replied. The group watched as the man left the table while staring at his clipboard.

“Guess we’ll leave it up to you, Smith,” Sledge said. “Do you wanna keep goin’ or would ya rather get an early start on prep?”

“Well…”

As the others discussed Smith’s plans for the day, Red watched the chief’s right hand pour himself a cup of coffee, drink the whole cup in one gulp, and then pour himself a second cup before putting in additives.

He furrowed his brow. How little sleep was the man getting? Given the chief’s current track record, it did make sense--other elite members often said that Reginald was eager to please, after all, but it seemed that the whole clan rested on his shoulders. He had only gotten brief glimpses of the right hand man in the past, but when he did he was always by himself hunched over a series of papers.

Yet, despite everything, a mere glance at him would give no indication of a struggle. He kept himself so professional-looking and neat; he always wore a fancy suit, and his mustache was styled to curl upwards at the ends. And that wasn’t even mentioning his delicate yet dignified posture whenever he stood or talked to--

“Oi!”

Red felt a sharp flick against the back of his head, yanking him away from his thoughts. He turned and glared at the man responsible, rubbing the spot where Sledge had flicked him.

“Ya awake over there, Foggy Eyes? We’ve been talkin’ at ya for like a solid minute now!”

“Oh, uh, were you?” “Foggy Eyes” sheepishly cleared his throat. “What’s up, then?”

“We were discussin’ plans with Smith.” Macbeth nodded his head in Smith’s direction.

“I’m good with going for one more round, if everyone else still wants to,” Smith said.

“Oh. Well, deal me in, then.”

“Alright, nice!” Sledge picked up the deck and began to shuffle.

“So what were you staring at over there, anyway?” Smith asked, lifting his head up to see over him.

“What? I wasn’t starin’ at anything.”

“No, ya definitely were,” Sledge chuckled as he combined two partial decks of cards. “You kept starin’ in the same direction since that guy left.”

“I-I just… zoned out, is all.” The ginger was starting to get nervous. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter.”

Macbeth squinted. “You’re actin’ awful strange…”

“Keep talkin’ and you ain’t gonna be actin’ anything,” Red snapped.

Next to him, Smith was deep in thought. “Sledge… say that last part again…?”

The ginger could feel himself getting warm. “W-wait, no, don’t--” 

“‘You kept starin’ in the same direction’?”

“Nono, after that.”

“Don’t--”

“‘Since that guy left’?”

“Yeah, heh. That.” Smith nudged the hunched up man sitting next to him. “That have anything to do with anything?”

“Uhhhh…” The man slightly lowered his hat to try and obscure his face, which was already turning noticeably red. Sledge snickered.

“Oh, I see what’s goin’ on here,” he said with a smirk. “You don’t happen to fancy the chief’s right hand man, do ya?”

“I-- O-of course not!” he sputtered. “I-I just-- M-Macbeth, c’mon, back me up here, will ya?”

“Man, you were red as a tomato ‘fore anyone even said anythin’.” Mr. Macbeth leaned back in his seat. “I couldn’t defend ya if I wanted to.”

“Shut up, I was not!”

“Come ooon, admit it already!” Smith gave the flustered Toppat a light shove. “It’s not like we haven’t already caught on.”

“I-I, um-- I--” He pulled his top hat down over his face, which had risen to an unbearable temperature by this point. “I-I don’t-- I dunno, I…” he mumbled, getting quieter with every word, “I-I guess he’s, uh… k-kind-- kinda… sorta… r-really… c-cute…”

Sledge burst into a fit of laughter. “Oh man, I knew ya had a thing for ‘im, but I didn’t know it was that bad!”

“I-it is not…” By this point, the man’s face had turned to a brighter shade of red than his mustache.

“Well, go on,” Smith urged. “Whaddya like about him?”

“Mmmmrrrmmmppphhh…”

Mr. Macbeth couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “Gotta admit, never woulda ‘spected to see ya like this any day of the week.”

“Shutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutupshutup…”

Smith laughed and patted him on the shoulder. “Well?”

“Ohhh my goood…” Red swallowed, trying desperately to compose himself. Knowing there was no way he was getting out of this, he forced himself to speak. “W-well, there’s, uh…” He couldn’t help but smile as he recalled the right hand man’s various features. “Th-there’s his-- his mustache, I-I guess… and-and his voice…”

Remembering that he was with three other people, he cleared his throat.

“Alright, all of you, listen.” He glared at the three Toppats. “Word of this gets out to anyone, and I’ll blow all your heads off. Understood?”

“Alright, alright,” Sledge laughed. “Wasn’t plannin’ on tellin’ anyone anyway, lover boy.”

Red froze. “I-- L-lov--!?” There were at least one hundred different insults he wanted to retort back, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get a single word to come out.

“Aw, don’t take it too hard, man,” Smith said. “If it means anything, I’d say you’ve got a shot.”

“Would ya?”

Smith placed a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, sure. I bet you two’d be really cute together,” he sang while nudging the ginger, who buried his flushed face in his hands.

“Oh my god, I hate you so much…”

“Alright, you two, enough already,” Macbeth told them. “Y’all’re gonna kill ‘im at this rate.”

Smith giggled. “Okay, okay. Really though,” he told Red. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. Take it from me--it took me years to ask Charlotte out on a date, and just last week we celebrated our second anniversary.”

The man smiled a little. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Smith looked down at his watch and frowned. “Oh man, I completely lost track of time, I gotta get ready.”

Sledge rubbed the back of his head. “I suppose that’s gonna mean you’ll need your phone back, then?”

“Yes, Sledge.” Smith crossed his arms. “Yes it will.”

Macbeth rolled his eyes. “I really don’t understand why ya keep takin’ it from ‘im.”

“It gets better signal than mine…” Sledge replied, hunching his shoulders defensively.

“There are better phones than his, y’know,” Red snickered.

“I can get his easier,” Sledge huffed. “Whatever. I’ll come along just in case it got lost in my room somewhere.”

“Thanks.” Smith glared. He turned to Red. “Anyways, keep your chin up, mate.”

As the group gathered their earned cash and got up to leave, Red’s mind drifted back to the chief’s right hand man. Whenever he saw him during work hours, he was always by himself. He didn’t ever see him not working either. Did he not have anyone else to help him with the workload? Or even to talk to?

Maybe Smith was right. Even if they didn’t start going out, he at least deserved someone to talk to and help him manage his workload. There was no good reason for him to have to do it all alone.

“Ahem.”

The group turned to Mr. Macbeth, who was standing next to the table, which was covered in scattered playing cards.

“Any of ya gonna help me get these?”

The group exchanged glances with each other.

“Nah.”

[noonmutter]

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Daily Writing Challenge 2021 Day 12: Ball/Gravestone

"It's gonna be a quiet meetin'. They're not...th' most talkative people, these days."

"No, I know, love, of course. I absolutely still want to do this. You're so brave for this and I'm so proud of you."

Leon couldn't hold in a chuckle at that. Valarin's open, whole-hearted support of him for what was, admittedly, a trip that Leon had made dozens of times by now was all but impossible to ignore. The reassurance wasn’t necessary, but he wasn’t about to ruin Val’s fun. He simply set a hand on his wee love's shoulder to momentarily silence him, and bent to kiss his forehead.

"Thank you, love. It's okay. I'm not gonna collapse, it's just...a li'l tense, sometimes. Bringin' somebody new..." He let himself trail off as he inspected the kit they'd brought with them. Valarin had brought the supplies for their lunch, and he'd brought a bag of gardening tools, along with a couple bouquets of marigolds at Val's insistence. Asking about the marigolds had opened up the floodgates, not that he minded; listening to Valarin get himself going about something he was passionate about was one of Leon’s favorite things.

"The marigolds are traditionally very important! You see, the land of the living can be confusing and difficult to navigate for spirits. We try to help them by providing strong sensory things to guide them. The marigolds have a strong smell, but I think their color is quite strong too! And the candles are a little lighthouse..."

The flowers had been a bit of a trick to avoid crushing once they'd left the road that would've led them across the border into Stranglethorn, but they'd managed. He still wasn't sure if mum and dad would actually like the marigolds, but he understood the importance of it being this specific kind of flower, now. It was both like and unlike the little ceremonies the Gilnean was familiar with.

"This is such a lovely area, too. I’m honestly so excited to see where your parents rest. I’ve not really seen many human gravesites. I’m interested to see how similar they are. I’d like to learn about Gilnean customs regarding it. I know that the Day of the Dead is more widespread now, so I’m sure your parents will enjoy the offerings all the same. And--Hey, are you doing okay? You’ve been a little quiet."

Leon paused, then gave a short shake of his head. "Just tryna make sure we don't get lost, hey?" It was a lame excuse for letting his mind wander, but Val let it pass, since they were tromping through an awful lot of dense foliage. Valarin was aware there was a moonwell not all that far from where they wandered, and though there was a ceasefire, it was still Alliance territory and he was still visibly not a night elf. The tension wasn't really there like it'd been during their trip to Aerie Peak, though; they were alone and nowhere near a proper settlement.

He almost asked another question before Leon stopped, pointed at a small cluster of bright purple blooms hugging the forest floor, and said, "We're 'ere." It was hard not to get excited all over again, but he wanted to be respectful of Leon's feelings, so he kept himself from squeaking and simply gave Leon his best 'I'm here for you' smile. Leon answered it with another kiss on his forehead. Val liked those kisses, even if they were usually Leon filling in a silence when he couldn't figure out what to say.

He watched Leon pull a ton of vines and push a ton of branches aside like a very sturdy set of curtains, and after a moment, rushed to assist. Together, they opened up a relatively worn footpath to a small clearing. Val couldn't help but gasp softly at the sight; it seemed like every square inch of the ground was covered in lilacs! Little purple flowers were everywhere, and the scent was almost overwhelming. Butterflies fluttered from blossom to blossom in every direction, and small clouds of them seemed to erupt every time he or Leon took a step. He found himself tiptoeing to try and avoid crushing anything almost immediately.

"Oh, Light, it's absolutely beautiful, Leon. You did this?" The thought was enough to bring tears to his eyes, but he tried not to let it, at least not yet. He knew he'd do plenty of crying before the day was out and he'd really rather not start again so soon. It was a little embarrassing, even if Leon said it wasn't. Just focus on not snagging your pants on anything, Valarin…

"Well, I mean, th' flowers did it on their own, mostly... flowers do tha'..." Leon looked sheepish as he deflected praise, "All I did was plant a couple an' leave 'em be. Lilacs 're 'ardy, easy thin's. Part o' why mum liked 'em so much." The Gilnean made his way carefully but quickly through the dense growth, well used to the path he took and not worrying overmuch about whether he was stomping flowers or butterflies; the flowers were going to be cut back anyway, and the butterflies were quicker than he was. Reaching the apparent edge of the clearing, Leon bent to set his hand on a particularly tall lilac bush, then abruptly tore away a few branches to reveal the carved wooden grave marker underneath it.

It was not a professional job, this marker, but it had definitely been a work of diligence and a high degree of effort. It was sanded down to a nearly glasslike smoothness, and it would probably shine like it once it was cleaned up. The uneven top edge of it suggested it had originally been a chunk of driftwood, but it’d been stained so dark that it was hard to be sure. Valarin was privately glad he’d gotten better at reading Common lettering; hand-carved stuff like this was a little tricky. “Bettany Marie Ambroce” caught a bit of light and practically glowed. 

“Right. ‘Ere we are, then.”

“Oh, Leon,” Valarin said, “This is so lovely. This is your mother?” He knelt down beside the wood and brushed his fingertips over the lettering. “Hello, Missus Ambroce. I’m happy to meet you.”

“Yeah.” Leon didn’t really know how else to answer, but felt like that was woefully insufficient. “This’s mum.” Okay that was almost less helpful. He brushed his fingers along the lettering in much the same way Valarin had, mulling over a few things before he settled on a simple, “...You r’member Val’rin, right? I’ve talked about ‘im b’fore…” He risked a glance at his little love, offering a weak smile. “Only th’ good stuff, though. Promise.”

“It better have been!” Val flashed a playful grin and tossed his hair. “I am a perfect angel, after all.”

Chuckling, Leon set down the bag of tools and took out a pair of hedge trimmers, offering them to Valarin. “I’ll take care o’ th’ bigger messes, you clear out th’ stuff all over th’ ground, okay?”

“Wait, are we doing this entire clearing?”

“Course. Otherwise th’ lilacs’ll grow way too far an’ get completely outta control. It’s already bad enough cuz I waited longer’n I should’ve, I norm’ly come by ev’ry month or so.”

Valarin looked out across the small expanse of purple with a tiny bit less wonderment than he had the first time. This was a bit more work than he’d realized, but, he had to admit to himself, Leon had warned him. And he was bound and determined to help, regardless, so! Nothing for it but to roll up his sleeves and get to work. Leon had to restrain himself from grinning at the look of almost militant determination that Val got before he started clipping away.

“Cheer up, at least y’ don’t ‘ave t’ make it look pretty, too, hey?” He waggled his own pair of much smaller clippers, and gestured toward the high-piled bushes covering the pair of markers. “I’ll prune these down an’ then we’ll both tackle th’ rest of ‘em. It only takes about an hour if there’s two of us.”

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

“‘Ow d’you mean?”

“Well I’m going to end up killing most of these by cutting them back all…all willy-nilly, aren’t I?”

“Sure, but tha’s kinna th’ point. They can’t all keep growin’ or they’ll overtake more’n th’ forest kin afford, see? S’why I come back an’ clean it up at all. Can’t just plant whatever, wherever, or it throws th’ ‘ole balance outta whack. I’d be a worse druid than I already am if I just planted a bush an’ left it.”

“You are not a bad druid!”

Laughing, Leon pruned away, and Valarin attacked the rest of the lilacs with gusto.

Once they were roughly halfway through the clearing as a whole, Leon mercifully called for a break. Valarin was not at all accustomed to Leon in work mode, at least not like this; he knew the man could get lost in his leatherwork for hours, but that wasn’t quite so physically demanding as this. It was impressive, if a bit exhausting to keep up with.

They both sat down with a satisfied sigh, and Leon stretched his legs in the much more visible grass by the cleaned-up gravestones. Once properly polished, the lettering on both gleamed like it had been painted with gold:

Bettany Marie Ambroce Beloved wife and mother I’ll take it from here

Graeme Iain Ambroce Beloved husband and father I’ve got this

“Dad would’ve liked you, y’know.”

“You think so?” 

“Yeah. Anybody ‘o kin keep up with an Ambroce’s bullshit is worth keepin’ an eye on, somethin’ like that.” Leon chuckled with a subdued smile, thinking back on various times when he’d heard that. Naturally, Graeme had been talking about his own wife, but still. It had merit. “‘Especially th’ wee ones.’ Mum was about yer ‘eight, I think.”

Valarin’s ears went back just a little. “I’m not that wee.” After a moment, though, he let himself chuckle, too. “Although I suppose it’s still a compliment. You said he was a mountain, anyway.”

That made Leon laugh, and he threw his arms out wide. “Oh yeah, an absolute fuckin’ behemoth, was dad. ‘E wrestled with steer at th’ yearly fairs, sometimes, an’...”

As much as Leon enjoyed listening to Valarin give impromptu dissertations, Valarin loved listening to Leon tell stories of his family and his home. Knowing that he’d never get to see either of them the way his boyfriend did, he clung to every word to try his best to imagine it, and let the farmboy ramble as long as he was willing to. He only dared to interrupt long enough to break out their picnic, which thankfully didn’t stop the flood at all.

Once they’d eaten and Leon had run out of tales to tell--some of which Valarin was sure had to be at least exaggerated, if not totally made up, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out which ones--they’d gotten back to work. It was almost agony to start over again, since they’d had enough time for their hands to start hurting. That only seemed to spur them to get done quicker so that they were able to put the tools away after what felt like no time at all.

While Leon was raking the detritus into a corner of the clearing, Valarin set to work by the markers.

First, Valarin set up a small collapsible bed tray in front of the markers themselves, and covered it with a white cloth. He set out a few candles and arranged the marigolds all around what would become their ofrenda. Upon the tray he left portions of the favored foods they had brought; raspberry tarts, beef pasties, fried taters, all sorts of things. Though they had no pictures of the deceased--Leon couldn’t bring himself to risk losing the only image he had of his entire family--it was the thought that counted for this.

Obviously, Leon wanted to help, but he also didn’t want to do things wrong (despite Valarin’s many and constant reminders that there was no wrong way to arrange an ofrenda), so he hung back until it was almost finished. At Valarin’s urging, Leon took up a long match, and they each lit a candle at the same time, one for each parent. Finally, a small bundle of marigold petals was pressed into Leon’s hands, and he awkwardly scattered them in a rough line from the ofrenda to the graves themselves. Valarin had already made one out of the clearing itself, and with Leon’s contribution, there was a complete path.

When he returned to Val’s side, Val immediately curled both arms around his waist and tugged him down till they were both seated in the grass before the ofrenda. There, Val could finally get the cuddles he so cherished. Leon smiled softly and dragged the insistent thing into his lap, the better to hug him close and rest his chin on top of Val’s head. 

“So… what ‘appens now?”

“Now, you tell me more stories about them, and cuddle me, and I’ll tell you stories about mine, and cuddle you.”

“All night?”

“All night.”

“I think I kin do tha’.”

Though they couldn’t leave everything behind, the next morning, a pair of marigold-and-lilac wreaths hung from the wooden gravestones.

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