#but it really triggers my gremlin instinct

[2manyfandoms2count]

I feel like the Miracuclass would get so involved in Olympics shenanigans, like you can't tell me that they wouldn't get in on the pins collecting craze and be so competitive about it

Current headcanons :

It starts with some of them going to the equivalent of the Coca Cola fanzone early in the competition, getting the free pin with their menu, and discovering all the people with their massive pin collection that spans decades of Olympic Games

They hear about brands making special edition pins for the Olympics and make a bet to get as many as possible (Tsurugi/Gabriel would definitely run the equivalent of Samsung giving away a phone to the people who collect all theirs, even if Gabriel disapproved of the scheme - it's business)

It's the summer, so the kids have nothing else to do than hunt around between following the games (you know a lot of them would get tickets to the events given their parents' statuses) and fighting Akumas (it's : they declare that the pins you can buy or only get from VIP packages are off limits because it's a bit too easy

Then they discover the Nations' pins and that's when the *real* shenanigans start, with them trying to infiltrate the Olympics Village

Ladybug and Chat Noir just go as heroes, but the others have to find other ways or just hang around all the Hospitality Houses and hope they'll be in contact with some athletes who have pins on them

Chat Noir and Alya also beg Ladybug to make a special one for the Miraculous team (Marinette is very tempted because it would definitely be very cool to show up with one and it would be a good trading coin against rare pins like individual athletes', but also wary that it might lead to some kind of reveal or at least too many questions on how the holders she chose got one)

Chloé sniffs at it all at first but not-so-secretly keeps up with the race anyway

[kyoonnyoon]

i am desperate for more feral-little-gremlin!soap content.

so here is one of my HC situations for exactly that.

preview:

no doubt his brief-yet-bitter experience with guerrilla warfare in las almas got him thinking about new ways to tinker and toy around with literally anything he can find around base to make new explodey things.

for the first few weeks after they rtb’ed from the whole “graves, shepherd, and hassan situationᵗᵐ,” the gang noticed soap acting unusually distant. he wouldn’t hang around the rec during downtime as much, wouldn’t stick around to chat with his fellow soldiers in the mess for longer than necessary, etc.

gaz noticed immediately—he actually thought he was the first to notice soap’s strange behavior—and mentioned his concerns to price. upon keeping an eye out on soap for a few days, price seemed to agree. however, soap did well during drills and training recruits, still worked out in the gym and sparred with his teammates, continued to banter with ghost and gaz whenever he had the chance… nothing particularly worrying about his behavior triggered price’s “fatherly instincts” to initiate a one-on-one chat with the scot, so he settled for keeping soap’s overall condition in his periphery for the time being.

after all, there were more pressing issues to attend to. like the complaints he received from several soldiers regarding missing materials. nothing too serious—half empty detergent bottles that were otherwise full, match boxes, some shoelaces, a desk chair (?)—but it was certainly an interesting mystery to sniff out. for now, price orders ghost to check in with his sergeant. just in case.

it only took ghost a few hours after debrief and rest—the entire 141 squad nearly collapsed in the debriefing room before they stumbled along (first to medical, then to their respective rooms)—to notice the shift in johnny’s schedule. he said nothing, simply observed his sergeant’s eagerness when excusing himself off to his room with a quirk of his eyebrow.

…so of course he began tailing the scot, curiosity getting the better of him. at first, he thought johnny might be struggling with what he’d been through in las almas, needing time to recover alone with his thoughts. that was… until he watched his sergeant whip a straw from the mess from his pocket and use it as a makeshift hose to siphon detergent from the bottles in the laundry into a cup he also pocketed at some point during lunch.

baffled, ghost continued to trail the scot—he was privy to several more strange acts of minor theft—until johnny, seemingly satisfied with his haul, nearly 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 along to his room before 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 (a bit maniacally, ghost thinks) and shutting the door behind him.

at a loss, ghost simply leans back against the hallway wall and blinks at the ceiling as if it held all the answers. it didn’t. price 𝘥𝘪𝘥 tell him to check in with his sergeant at some point, so he allows himself a moment of blissful silence before he stalks over to johnny’s door and knocks.

“aye! jus’ a sec,” ghost hears a bit of shuffling, objects being moved around, something dropping to the floor—“fuckin’ shite,”—more shuffling, stilted footsteps headed toward the door, and finally the door opens just a crack to allow johnny’s head to poke through.

ghost raises an eyebrow and looks down on his sergeant without a word, opting to wait him out.

“ah, LT,” the scot carefully maneuvers around the door, closes it, then stands at attention in the hallway for his lieutenant. ghost can’t help but notice that johnny is trying to make the movements to block his bedroom door as subtle as possible, but he’s been there, done that plenty of times to recognize johnny’s attempts for what they really are. his sergeant merely blinks up at him, an almost shit-eating grin wavering on his lips as he tries—and fails—to curb the obvious excitement that shines brightly in his eyes, “wha’ can i do ya for?”

ghost simply graces his subordinate with an unamused stare, “open the door, sergeant.”

johnny hesitates for a split second, seemingly weighing his options, then enthusiastically hauls his lieutenant through the door before locking it behind them both.

ghost is rather proud of the fact that he can school his outward reactions to almost any situation with relative ease. he, however, cannot stop his eyes from nearly bugging out from behind his balaclava (of which he was grateful still sat snuggly over his face to obscure the rest of his sheer disbelief).

bombs. everywhere. mousetrap triggers, pringle can pipe bombs (?), mini molotovs made with shooter bottles… and johnny in the middle of the chaos looking like a proud father of a newborn babe.

ghost supposed he was, in some way, a proud father, having put together all the materials he niffled and nicked from different places on base to make these things.

what a dangerous little fucker.

“fuckin’ hell.”

“ain’t they beautiful, LT? ‘been messin’ ‘bout with anything i can get my hands on, jus’ like in las almas.” the scot sighed happily, “really learned a thing or two, an’ i wanted to try my hand at makin’ somethin’ new.”

as johnny buzzed around, pointing to the various contraptions and pouring his little heart out about what each one was for and what kind of destruction they dealt, ghost couldn’t help but realize that johnny is one hell of a safety hazard. a genius, yes. but a safety hazard, nonetheless (he is secretly excited to watch johnny detonate his creations, knowing full well the scot will scream and howl with unbridled joy—and maybe shake ghost for a reaction he will hold back with his arms crossed over his chest, a slightly fond sigh, and an exasperated tilt of his head).

[loquaciousquark]

hi! i’ve been a fan of your writing since da2 and i’m so glad you’re playing bg3 now too. it’s been really interesting following your play throughs and character choices and how that ties in with your fic. i know you went with the choice to have astarion kill tav when he firsts bites her because it’s hilarious and i always want to do that, but i think i’d miss the scene after with the whole camp (and all the approval for defending him lol) and ahhhh i just don’t know! if you feel like it, i was wondering if you would talk more about your HCs around that choice and what to you makes it worth losing the morning after scene with everyone because i feel like it’s such an important group moment but… i want to punch him for killing me and also kind of slow things down with him so we stay just reluctant but oddly compelled allies for longer

Ahhh, what a fabulous question! Thank you so very much for this handcrafted opportunity to sit you down at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee and trap you for the next three and a half hours.

So the first bite scene ending in Tav's death wasn't actually intentional! I started playing BG3 in a three-person MP team with @eponymous-rose and @mystery-moose, and it so happened that my character (Tavish Gale, already ironclad) was the one who came across the boar and triggered the bite scene that night. By pure chance I rolled two natural ones on both those checks, and when it cut to the next morning and Tav was outright DEAD, we couldn't stop laughing! We had no idea what to expect or what the consequences would be, and when I switched to a SP campaign so I could horrifically binge this game like the gremlin I am, I felt compelled to recreate that glorious, character-defining moment.

However, as you note, that does mean you miss out on that lovely post-feed conversation where everyone says they're okay with him. On the other hand, you get that absolutely flat read of "Oh no. Something terrible happened here. :|" and then you get to punch him, so, you know, basically equal losses on either path. I know you get a ton of approval points after with the survival track, but I'm finding I'm not hurting for approval even in early game (I actually had to go and mod his approval 15 points lower about halfway through Act 1 this run because I was triggering his romance scene too early ahead of the party).

I actually need to probably sit down and write out the details of what happens here, but I do think a couple things take place. I know for sure that Tav fails the checks & doesn't fight it because she gets sucked into the feeling of relaxation and lethargy and the sense that nothing matters anymore. She spends most of Acts 1 & 2 fairly certain they're going to die any day, so why not live life to the fullest and do whatever you want in the moment without thinking about the consequences? If she's going to go out early anyway, why not to a relatively painless vampire bite instead of the agony of ceremorphosis? She probably realizes she's dying in those last seconds, but it's very much a "finally" instead of "oh no," so it's not really any skin off her nose.

I'm almost certain Astarion is shocked out of his mind when her heart stops. I don't think he realizes what's happened until he sits back and she's ice-cold and smiling, and his first instinct is to run off into the dark ASAP before everyone else wakes up and shanks him. Except because this happens IN THE MIDDLE OF CAMP, LARIAN, I think someone sees the whole thing go down and realizes Astarion didn't mean to do it and Tav was a brick-thick idiot who leaned all the way into her own death.

On pondering, I kind of think it was Shadowheart, who is utterly disgusted with both of them but who also knows she can bring Tav back with a scroll and does so without much drama. She'd be the kind of person to see what was going on, but who doesn't care enough to intervene or go "hey everything okay over here I can't help but notice you're engaging in some risky behavior", but who also wouldn't leap to TIME TO KILL ASTARION the moment it went too far.

I think Tav wakes up with a raging headache, and now that there are suddenly consequences she can't immediately brush off, she gets embarrassed and mad. Cue the punch, the argument, and probably everyone else waking up in the aftermath. Lae'zel initially wants to boot him from the group, I think, but Tav's anger burns out pretty quick (and she's pretty aware of her own failures to stop him), and she points out that if they're going to saddle themselves with Wyll's, Gale's, and her own baggage, it'd be pretty hypocritical to dump Astarion over his. So we still get some defense of him to the group, and I think Karlach (and probably Wyll, and honestly maybe Shadowheart who saw his fear) would be onboard with keeping him around pretty quickly. Promises never to do it again, keep your teeth to yourself, etc.

Astarion I think spends this entire conversation very, very scared and doing everything he can to hide it. I think he's completely overwhelmed by euphorically feeding on a thinking creature for the first time and then completely horrified by killing her - not because he likes her but because what if this is why Cazador commanded us not to, what if I can't control myself on my own without his compulsion, what if I really am the beast he's always said. He's panicking from the outrageous swings of emotion and talking really quickly and trying to put up a bold front, but inside he's about half a hair from snapping off into the woods and never coming back.

I think it's the punch that kind of shocks him out of the spiral, and then Tav then defending him to the group helps him flip into the "well obviously I deserve to stay and in fact to kick me out of the group would be not only stupid, but deadly" mode long enough to get through the night. He tries to put on the usual devil-may-care indifference, even though everyone can see through it, and they have a tense few days where everyone's pretending everything is fine even though it's really, really not.

Astarion & Tav are also avoiding each other religiously here, until something happens in a battle (the harpies, I think) and one of them gets injured because of that avoidance. That night, Tav stakes him to the ground and makes them talk about it. I think this is where she says she's not actually averse to him feeding on her and in fact asks him to do it that night - to get them both over the hump of what happened the first time. Astarion needs to feed without fear & she needs to not get swept up in the lethargy, and if he's going to get back to the sneering equilibrium he ought to have in the first and second acts, he needs to be successful at this and he needs to feel like he's won, or at least like he has an edge over her again. She's a little transparent about wanting to be bled in part to help him get back to this position of control, and in part because she does like forgetting the weight of reality, and in part because, again, they're gonna die in like twelve hours, surely, so who cares?

Anyway, it goes as well as it can for the two of them, even if they're both a little prickly throughout, and by the end they're a lot more comfortably back in that manipulative space they prefer. From there it moves on compliantly with canon into the party leadup (Loviatar and such) and then the party itself, and then progresses as scheduled with the rest of the game.

Ahh, it's so fun to think about these kinds of things. I'll continue to ponder, but I think this is either it for them or very close. Thank you so much for asking and for letting me ruminate! <3

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

QPR zelink kids timey wimey fuckery

Pretty please??

I have no snippets but I have a lot to ramble about!

The whole story idea started because I imagined some Zelink kids referring to Dorephan as "Grandfather" and looking at Rhoam and Roland like "Who's this loser?"

Of course, in order for these kids to snub Rhoam and Roland, there needs to be time travel shenanigans.

So our lovely troublemakers are: Princess Nelle Hyrule-Hallow (16, she/they). Has inherited the sacred sealing/light powers. Has had prophetic dreams in the past, but not as often as her brother has. Talented archer, she prefers long-ranged attacks. Loud, sarcastic, kind of obnoxious. Very blunt, especially when she doesn't like someone. Hair is golden and messy like Link's, but she has Zelda's eyes and height. Really good on the piano. Prince Ezra Hyrule-Hallow (10, he/him) "Autism be damned, my boy can time travel." Has the Recall ability and prophetic dreams. Even quieter than Link. Hates eye contact and people in his personal space. Has just enough Sheikah traits to raise questions with Impa, Purah and Robbie. Reddish-brown eyes, very pale blonde hair, also pretty tall for his age (sorry Link, you're forever the short one). Loves to collect insects.

Ezra, newly come into his Recall ability, accidentally sends himself and Nelle back in time after getting his hands on a secret stone. Does this take place in the Luminous universe? Hm...Not sure. But these kids essentially make their own Age of Calamity story by helping to avert the Calamity via time travel and stubbornness, while also forcing Rhoam and Roland to confront the fact that they are Certifiably Awful.

Link and Zelda are, of course, not in a romantic relationship and it low-key drives Rhoam absolutely insane to know that they're not. If future Link and Zelda were asked, they'd still describe each other as "best friends" and "family."

Rhoam: "So...Zelda and Link are not married?" Nelle: "No?? Don't be weird, they're best friends" Rhoam: "But then how are you...?" Nelle: "Mama wanted a baby. Papa wanted a baby. They saw that they achieved perfection on the first try and decided to have a second. Obviously Ezra isn't as cool as me." Ezra: "I'm cool!" Nelle: "Sure, buddy"

Ezra refers to Mipha as "Second Mama" and accidentally triggers all of Mipha's maternal instincts. She nearly bites Sooga's hand clean off when he tries to attack the kids. Yes, she's still reeling and pretty uncomfortable, but these kids are also hers now too and if no one wants to face Mipha's wrath, they'd better leave those kids alone

Meanwhile, poor Zelda is so confused because she and Link only became official friends a few months ago. This whole thing really kickstarts her "What am I???" journey. She didn't realise that not being interested in romance and building her own little family was even an option. Mortifying as it is to know another version of her slept with her best friend (who's currently dating Mipha no less!), it really gets her thinking. This future version of her sounds so happy, confident and free. It sounds amazing, if a little scary. She can't wrap her head around it

Link's kinda wishing the Yiga killed him after all, because as fun as the chaos is, everyone is looking at him and asking uncomfortable questions and he'd like that to stop right now, before he starts screaming, please and thanks. Aryll asks him if this means he's got two girlfriends now and he just about dies on the spot

Irma 🤝 Urbosa: instantly willing to die for these time travelling chaos gremlins

[cloudcountry]

Part 3 of rant ig?

But yeah, idia is fucking doomed by the narrative in every way and for whatever reason it make my brain light the fuck up.

I would definitely consider myself the emotional support dog to a degree? I like helping people with mental health and I feel obligated to help those I can. I've had a bad run with my own brain and my shit can be considered MILD compared to a lot of stuff. And so I look at characters like idia, I relate, and I immediately go "HOLY SHIT I NEED TO TAKE HIM OUT OF STRESSFUL SITUATIONS IMMEDIATELY " I'm the oldest of my siblings I'm a care taker I look at those people who need validation or brain feelings help and I go "I GOTCHU BRO" because if my brain made me feel as bad as I felt.. WHO KNOWS WHAT ITS DOING TO THIS POOR GUY :((( LIKE

Liking idia is like finding the wettest most pathetic half dead cat that's scared of ppl and has behavioral issues, and helping it becuase that kitty has the potential to be the bestest and most happiest cat ever

Tldr: he's so fucked up he triggers my protective and nurturer instincts

Plus!!! He likes anime and I was literally raised on that! Since I was like 8, every Saturday the whole family would watch an episode of Dragon Ball and an episode of Bleach. Otaku??? Ranting buddy??? Someone the theorize and binge with?? YES. Dude have you ever shit talked your least favorite character and everyone hyped you up becuase they ALSO hate that character???? THAT SHIT CATHARTIC!! AnD THAT HALLOWEEN GETUP???? HONEY DO YOU WANT TO COSPLAY WITH ME PLEASE I JUST WANT TO WEAR MECH ARMOR---

Idia is Hella nuerodivergent coded and it makes me salivate because like!!! He knows TM. Existing around other people with fucked up brains is so weirdly cool becuase alot of the time you can just tune in to the other on a subconscious level like Bluetooth connection. PARALLEL PLAY WOULD BE FUCKING AMAZING WITH IDIA BC HE WOULD JUST PLAY GAMES AND YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT!!! Also the infodumping. INFODUMPING BELOVED. I personally, would love to hear him go off about tech shit that I would not understand becuase just the feel of the passion is intoxicating!! (This feeling extends to Jade leech btw) FREE DOCUMENTARY!!!

Another thing I also appreciate is the Sass that they stole from Hades, Idia is a sassy little bitch and it is WONDERFUL. He is a petty little shit. A horrible stinky gremlin man. I love the slang, the puns, the utter bullshit. He intrigues me and I wish to study him!!!!! He would send me a blurry picture of bread with the caption "me living that crumb life " at 2:47 am and I would lose my shit BECUASE YES. CRUMB LIFE!!! YOU ARE LIVING IT!!!! He's also genuinely smart and I like smart characters. Idia is a little shit, but he's also smart. I 100% believe in the "you can think your way out of anything if you just get creative enough" way of looking at things. IMPROVISE ADAPT OVERCOME!!! I appreciate the technological skills and alternative thinking patterns! (camp Vargas where he motivated himself to pick up sticks by comparing it to something he liked? Boom. Creative thinking beats out executive dysfunction!!!)

It's a type of friendship and weird bullshit I couldn't see myself doing with a lot of other twst characters ? There potential for a deep emotional understanding and connection that is just really alluring for my mind ig

Just 2 fucked up ppl trying to exist, but at least it's easier together sort of thing? Also idia would probably let me kill someone.

okay WOW you and edie sent me so much about this man and i like just woke up so now im reading this with a hazy sleep brain LMAO AKSJDHHSFGJDHSGDFH

but you know its very interesting to see how things that bother me SO MUCH are things that make other people laugh. they make other people like him. THE THINGS I DONT LIKE ARE ENDEARING TO YOU PEOPLE!!!!! its all about perspective!

idia is really fucking smart like i may not like him but i can acknowledge his good parts. he cares about his brother hes smart and uhhhh ummmm uhhhhhhhhhh ANYWAY. im just teasaing SDJJSDDJ but thats why i love when i get these long winded messages about characters i dont like because if i can change my mind about rook and vil i can change my mind about idia

all it takes is people who loves him!!

[brick-a-doodle-do]

I'm gonna attempt that outline:

Vara (first bc I'm thinking about him rn):

Sweet cat boy doesn't curse...unless you really piss him off. He doesn't really have catchphrases, but when he cooks he actually uses plants he's been growing in his room for the ingredients. Even making his own dough. The only things he buys are animal things since he can't just create it with his magic. And he is absolutely wild while awake. In the morning he is usually humming while cooking something. For lunch he'll be dancing around and poking fun at Irza...the two argue a lot. For dinner he'll be singing and dancing unless Irza tells him to shut up like usual. Vara likes to threaten to put ghost peppers in Irza's food when the dragon annoys him too much/in the kitchen while he's cooking. He encourages Irza a lot, is gentle...but will sometimes wait outside Irza's door in the morning while breakfast is cooking and surprise him by jumping on his back and clinging on so he can't be thrown (he's been thrown off a LOT). He purrs when he's happy or when Irza picks him up when he's super tired. There's also the fact that sometimes, when he has to be carried to be, he insists on kissing Irza's cheek or hugging him, sometimes dragging the guy into the bed with him. During the day he's just open and happy...and in love with Irza. He is short (ish) but will defend anyone from anything. They are roommates while attending college. He acts the same as a hero, he just doesn't hug and tackle people, he's more conserved and serious.

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Irza:

(catchphrase, silent judgemental stare of death) Irza tells people to shut up a lot. He glared a lot and his usual answers when he's staring someone down or thinking is "..." consistently. When he's with Vara he sighs a lot and gets those rare smiles. He's not really easy to explain rn? I have cara flooding my brain and blocking him lol. He...is passive aggressive. Severely. There are times he steps out of the apartment and is immediately punched or hit by magic by someone harassing him that usually leaves fast bc of Vara. That cat is protective. Irza doesn't really know what to think of Vara. While Vara thinks he is hiding goodness behind his moody exterior, Irza wonders if Vara is out to get him. He's reserved and growls a lot. Like if someone randomly tries to talk to him, he'll growl to make them leave. If he's really mad he outright snarls in a very not human way and doesn't hesitate to use his claws. His triggers are usually getting too close, talking to him, talking about his mom, and especially touching him. His tail is strong enough to break concrete in one snack but he has enough control he could potentially grab someone tiny with it without hurting them...if he didn't mistake them for a mouse. He acts all mean on the outside but if you just stay nicer and don't provoke him he is actually quite nice. As a villain he's louder and more open, which is mainly being mad or secretly flirting with Quickvine and laughing. He messes with people a lot as Voidshire. He's got a pretty deep but very smooth voice.

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Now I think I asked for them to be either way gt wise?

G!Vara:

Most likely to accidentally hurt the tiny. He is a bit too excitable. He files his claws tho so him holding you, depsite his smaller hands, is quite nice. He also has another "form" that if he drops his illusion magic he has cat paw like hands. Furry and really soft...his hair is also more like fur so super soft. He would be the easiest to immediately trust because he tries to listen every step of the way to what they'd say. He would also very much so hear a tiny and probably find himself struggling with cat instincts chanting "catch, catch, catch." (If you wanted to do anything nom like he would only go as far as mouthplay or it wouldn't be safe anymore. Could happen bc of those instincts.)

T!Vara:

Easily spooked. He would also be a gremlin child and probably play pranks on whatever giant was around him. I can see him being caught bc his own prank backfires or he gets a tad too bold using a prank for distraction to run across something. He'd trust quickly if not hurt, but remain a little scared and nervous until proven he won't be hurt. He would probably be a very creative tiny cat that still keeps his claws on the dull side but uses them to get around.

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G!Irza:

If you think he's been provoked then just outright avoid him for a first meeting. He is definitely the scariest bc of his constant frown and disapproving looks. He doesn't actually realize he looks at people so threateningly tho, most of the time he's only thinking. His claws could be dangerous but he wouldn't like touching a tiny at first. I can see him noticing a tiny running across the counter and walking away. Altho that's if he's just way too done with his day. Every other time he would catch the tiny using his shadow...so the tiny's own shadow wraps around their legs as he's standing there with his accidentally intimidating gaze. He would probably hold them too tight at first. If mistaken for a mouse he would probably smack them away from him with his tail, but not super hard...but still enough to go across the floor. He just wants to be left alone most of the time. I can see him becoming severely possessive of a tiny and actually being much nicer than he both looks and acts. Won't pick up a tiny unless they step onto his hand willingly. I love him as a giant, it just suits him. Also, bc of his shadow, his steps are completely silent. No shaking ground, no sound. Just nothing and he is suddenly standing right there. He's got his body under perfect control for absolute silence. (He's great for noms. He doesn't have a storage but there's like this weird time thing with his stomach with how long it takes for something to even begin to digest. I kinda stretch that out but I mean something that is alive or not edible would be left completely alone for about 6hrs before there would be maybe a small tingling feeling. It would take another few hours before it became painful. Normal food is a little bit slower than other systems, but living creatures and inanimate objects are basically suspended for a long time. There's also, first thing I gave him: three pockets in his throat. Like one right at the back of his throat, one at his collarbone, and one inside his chest, all could probably fit at least one or two tinies in each one. They're all just going right down his throat and he can open and close them at will. He's messed with Vara by doing that to change his voice too. I can't believe I made that without even thinking about noms.)

T!Irza:

Very angry, shouting tiny. He would bite and scratch and struggle while cursing their existence. He'd probably start shouting and accusing the giant of whatever possible outcomes there could be before saying he'd just return whatever it is tenfold. He would be very hard to notice. He's very silent still. He'd very incredibly fast, actually quite strong, and probably inside the cupboards and raising the freezer and fridge a lot. Heat and cold don't affect him. Cold eventually does, but he can withstand quite a bit before it hurts him. Heat just...doesn't really do anything. He would use aggression to hide how terrified he is and be hard to convince you're not a threat.

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I know I probably mentioned noms in asking for it

Idk if you'd write that altho noms with a g!Irza and t!Vara would be really cool

I'll do noms explanation too just bc:

If Vara was nommed:

He would panic and start shouting to stop, probably apologizing. Basic things, but also ask what he did wrong. He would probably notice after maybe half an hour that he's not being hurt. I can imagine Irza would not explain himself at all and probably only do it bc he needed to hide the tiny. Either the tiny is noticed and mistaken for a fairy so those around him want to turn Vara into a potion...or Irza is about to be beaten up/is a villain. If he was villain then cara would have snuck/fallen into one of his many pockets and only noticed at a bad time while the villain was trying to escape. He would probably not explain it at all, even after letting Vara back out after getting home. If Vara was in one of those throat pockets he'd be extremely confused and asking Irza "what did you do". Also, those pockets and the weird thing his stomach does were all because he's half dragon. Any less dragon and he wouldn't have it.

If Irza was nommed (limited to mouthplay unless you felt like getting creative and saying some random magic did it):

He would protest loudly, bite a whole lot more and not stop squirming. He would use his claws to absolutely tear apart the mouth tho if he was in there longer than a few seconds or was about to be swallowed. He isn't very compatible with it. Vara would have only done that after getting way too frustrated with Irza over maybe some sort of argument and deciding to try what Irza was shouting he'd do to get the dragon to listen. That, or accidentally just shove him in bc cat instincts went "mouse!"

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I have absolutely no clue what you'll write but I technically took advantage of this to get my own thoughts about them in order. That way I could potentially write my own story with them, maybe with noms.

oh boy. The Big One.

alr here we go, zoomin through this !!!!! :D

vara okay cat boy my beloved <3<3

ahhh a gardener that'd be so good for t!irza,,,, and lovely lil guy for not swearing :D not even when he's alone and does something stupid?

ohhh does the humming piss irza tf off??? i can see it,,,,

dancing when cooking is a bop >:]

and ahhhh waiting outside his door!! the clingy duo of the voidshire universe <3 i gotta ask lol does breakfast ever burn when he's waitin' outside?

mmmmmm vaza beloved. and i totally forget i know we covered this, but irza is only in love with quickvine right?

okay okay irza timeeee (sorry my thoughts for things aren't the most detailed, i'm mostly just taking things in :])

LMAO exactly like me. shut up is my favorite thing to say w the ppl i'm comfortable with asddfsdj

alriiiiiiiight my dialogue for them is growing a lil stronger :>

cara is back!!! vrooooooom

(cara: real)

ahhhh protective instincts! it's better considering he's a cat. lovely. but also dragons being possessive are awesome :D

pfffff lmfaoaoo i love irza (took me three tries to write that. i went gara and then vara and then irza LMAO) just growling at people to make them leave. it's his equivalent of barking 😭

aaaa irza being the rare nice soul,,, i just got the best drawing idea i will make it later if i remember. maybe send me an ask to remind me,,,, ANYWAYS cool to know he can control his strength somewhat when he's aggravated or just mad,,, uhhhh and ooo deep and slick, i like!

okay yes g/t time >:D

really?? wow i forgot to consider his like giddy self. reminds me of tommy in a sense,,,,, anyways godddd if irza can't handle vara as a human sometimes imagine what that's like for him as a tiny 😭

(whoops took a break for duolingo sdfjfjd)

AHHHH BEANS??? OUR CAT BOY HAS BEANS????> FISKASKSKKM WHAT YOU'VE NEVER MENTIONED THIS?????

and ahhh cat instincts <3333

(oop some asshole took my 2nd place hold up)

okay back

alriiiiight so write a mix of ranboo & tubbo for t!vara :D

i would not go near g!irza like ever adsjdvjds

as he should, leave that damn thing along and let it live <3

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH G!VOID IS MY NEW FAVORITE GIANT NOOOOPE FORGET VARA AND IRZA. VOID IS SUPERIOR.

mmmmmmmm possessive giants my beelllllooooovvveeeeddd

ah okay that's good to know otherwise i probably would've put that in the first meeting description dshvs

AND AHHH WHAAT THAT THROAT THING IS SO COOL :000

aaaah excited for vaza noommsssss very excited indeed

AHA for t!irza i can just imagine c!brick and write him DSHSJA

H nom timeeeee !!!

cw vore talk, mention & implication beloooooow

awww poor guy for not realizing for so long :( and wondering what went wrong :C i will have so much fun writing noms with them. angst for the angst god :D

yesyesyeysyeyeyyseyys nomming tinies to protect them from a fight. 10/10 😍

and yesyes trap vara in throat pocket YES,,,,, cool as internal hybrid features. AWESOME

aaa biting pff and yeah that's not a pleasant trip down at all, i can't believe vara would even consider going through with it, even if it was life or death sdfdhdfsj

AHA revenge for those scars vara gave him >:DDD but... but in another universe LMAO

i often have no clue what i'll write either! and :00 if you ever do write anything on your own, you gotta gimmie it all. i would LOVE to see the og interpretation of them as g/t since i'll never know vara or irza like you do.

anyways thanks for all this! it's.... a lot to go off of /pos

[sorrelce]

Disagree actually!

*prepares popcorn while lovingly typing up an essay analysis*

The federation often seems to diminish the eggs, calling them EGG (sus) or 'child' or 'things', but for the islanders egg has very much developed into an endearment.

Early months? Yea, 'egg' was used incredulously a lot, and parents substituting 'child' instead, seemingly accidentally, was the big give away for folks actually getting attached. But as time went on and they stuck around, most people adjusted to the idea that egg=child. The frequently were referred to as eggs, in no other sense but to indicate a very specific group and emphasize youth, vulnerability, and fragility.

qPhil is actually an example I think of one of the parents who uses 'egg' the MOST, and with great fondness, frequently discussing 'his eggs'. It's very much been taken as a character choice--emphasizing the egg 'experiment' is triggering his crow instincts something fierce.

The cage for a cage stream, he screams at Cucurucho to "give me back my eggs!" and believe you me, there is nothing but desperate love and fear on their behalf in that language.

While I DO see some occasional general usage around the island where 'egg' is used in a less than flattering way, honestly I don't see it as an unpersoning, objectifying word. Or at least, any more than negative usage of 'kid' is. The tone always seems like a one to one substitution.

It strikes me as commentary on youth and limited capacity, (which absolutely can be applied in a very demeaning way), but an egg isn't on the level playing field with an 'adult' player due to inherent limitations, and needs accommodated. Which is no different from the subtext of calling someone 'child'/etc. Whether its meant meanly or factually is situational. But on the whole I really don't see emphasis on choosing one term over the other for a particular subtext.

Frankly, it just looks like evolution of language. 'Kid' already was the name of a non human infant creature, that got adopted for use as an alternative to child. But we're not complaining that anyone calling the neighbor 'kids' instead of 'children' are dehumanizing them and calling the beasts.

For Tallulah's complaint to Bagi, I read that as her objection to the use of 'stupid'. He calls them eggs all the time, with great love, but 'stupid' is a term he only turns on himself (and triggers the crows yelling at him). In that household, that kind of very personal attack is not considered acceptable. 'Little shit' /affection is used, commentary on behavior and sass and actions, them being little mischievous gremlins and testing boundaries. But Phil is generally very focused on their positive traits and hyping them up.

Listening the clip through a couple times to check my interpretation....hmm. With the 'enderking' stress in Phil's voice, I can see where you're getting the venom from. His voice is very tight and clipped. I can give a pass to interpretation there. But frankly I'm still hearing stronger emphasis at the front of the phrase. 'Stupid egg', i hear, not 'stupid Egg'. I'd expect a greater pause to indicate that egg was in itself an invective. It's subtle and nitpicky to be sure.

Regardless I don't buy using the way someone like the enderking uses the word egg as suggestive evidence for what the usage and meaning has come to be among islanders themselves.

...acknowledging that here Phil is not obviously fully possessed, but in some kind of blended, overshadowed or otherwise compromised state that is currently impossible to determine the mechanics of. Are they Phil's words and actions, and EK is just leaning on his emotions? Are EK's thoughts and opinions bleeding through? Is there any actual puppeteering happing at this point, and he's straight up speaking with Phil's voice?

All of which would make for different potential takes for 'why THIS word, now, said like that'.

Because the enderking would absolutely use 'egg' in a demeaning fashion, or otherwise impress his negative opinion of them. He hasn't been around to get attached or see them as people. Depending on how character development goes, may not be a big fan of 'other people' at all. Honestly he doesn't seem too impressed with their existence fullstop, irrespective of them being specifically eggs: "Those beings" he named them in the backpack's book.

But 'egg' here, and 'beings' there...did he change the language? Either considering the terms interchangeable (his books are often quite prose filled...not as flowery as Rose gets, but very dramatic) or trying to impersonate Phil / manipulate the kids? Or was he merely influencing Phil's tone, but Phil's the one picking the words? Or working through the semi-possession also means working through a 'filter' of sorts, of Phil's brain and behaviors perhaps?

https://youtube.com/clip/Ugkx-sclR20dy4DwxsXnTZyQbdHkWOoJxq6d?si=uq-RCtvT2v38C7hW

In this clip, q!Phil angrily calls Tallulah a 'stupid egg'. This is something that Tallulah later brings up to Bagi.

Something interesting about this insult is that the word 'egg' itself seems to be hurtful as well. q!Phil didn't call Tallulah a 'stupid girl' or 'stupid kid', and if he did, would that have been as bad as 'stupid egg'?

While the islanders do use the words egg/huevo/ovo/oeuf to refer to them normally, it feels like it can be used as a way of demeaning the eggs as well. In QSMP, eggs are also items that people use and break all the time. q!Phil's choice in that moment to refer to Tallulah as an egg seemed to call out to that, the fact that eggs are objects, that the eggs are lesser, that she's just an egg.

[stellocchia]

Ok but stell why TF haven't we, as a fandom, made Dreams a Warden hybrid the second we got the chance?

He already has the whole thing of wearing a mask or a lot of designs specifically covering his eyes and then the whole thing with the stomache he's got going on thanks to that fucking MC skin just that now it's not his face but his fuckinnnnn terrifying warden heart ribcage thing.

He's weirdly territorial and has no chill when he he perceives someone as an intruder and goes straight to excessive violence.

It makes the whole "Tommy hiding in technos home" scene so much better/worse by having dream literally know where he is because he can smell him and genuinely hear his terrified noises thanks to his weird senses

Like. I can't express enough how terrifying it would be if "he can hear my heart beating loudly in my chest" was an actual thought Tommy can have that we'd have to consider ass potentially possible

He fucking. Burrows down all the time (his attachment vault, his tunnels in Tommy's base)

Which would also be something Tommy and him would have in common and could "bond" over. By which I mean it's another seemingly random thing he likes about Tommy a lot.

And more importantly

We could combine the whole "Tommy is one of very few, if not the last human alive" with the whole "Tommy was made in a lab" and have extinct humanity have been the ones who made those underground cities. Tommy is kinda a Jurassic park-esque recreation of humans made in an attempt to... Be scientific i guess. Then someone got too attached to the gremlin and he got lose and now he's just. Walking around, being a person, living a life.

Now obviously, warden hybrids are far from normal wardens. And noone really knows a lot about those fuckers anyways.

But there's still a lot of instincts and most of those were about protecting and defending humans and their settlements.

Now. Obviously Dream knows how to handle those instincts flaring up for territory.

Now. For humans? How TF would he be prepared for that.

Anyways, I am thinking about a very long very slow exploration of instinctual protectiveness turning into a friendship turning into obsession and possessiveness and a godcomplex and doing anything he deems necessary to keep Tommy with him.

Obviously having Dreams first kinda "signs of descent somewhere he shouldn't" be when he stops holding back his protectiveness regarding territory and his increasingly becoming more excessive violence and carelessness regarding anyone but him and Tommy

Also, Dream, while being a Warden hybrid, also does not know all that much about himself.

Later on he does some research because his need for control makes him want to obviously have as little blind spots as possible.

Just that at that point he's already so far up his own ass and delusional that he choses to interpret the little knowledge there is of "wardens were there to protect humans and their shit and wreck anyone's ass if crossed" as "I am literally almost a god by nature and Tommy is more than these other bores

Also gives him more victim blaming potential with "oh Tommy's loud and sounds trigger wardens so of course when Tommy yells at him he has to hit him Tommy leaves him no choice"

Also because thinking about the prison arc, I think being trapped with a warden in a small obsidian Minecraft room, I think I would've fucking shat myself like no thanks I'd jump into the lava the second j heard those sounds

Speaking of

Just

The less Dream holds himself back, the more he starts just. Making those fucking warden sounds on the side

Which means that being in that room before the fucking obsidian box, you just get the wardens ambiance except the shulker sensors

So I can even better understand why Sam lost his fucking mind

Also. Heh. Warden. Of a warden. Heh

I LOVE THIS IDEA!

Leaving aside the fact that wardens in Minecraft are just objectively the coolest mob, I also wanna point out that they add an element of 'you're not always supposed to fight, sometimes you're supposed to hide' that I think works fantastically with primeboys.

After all, Tommy's first instinct used to always be fighting. Even in exile, the stated reason of why he made the secret chest room was to maybe one day put up a final stand against Dream. But exile forced him to spend A LOT of time alone with the warden hybrid and by the end, he knows that's just not a fucking option on his own. So he deals with Dream like you're supposed to deal with wardens for once in his life and hides as much as he can, which obviously infuriates Dream.

Because, while they're seekers, wardens have some severe limitations. If Tommy stays still enough or walks on wool Dream can't hear him. And his sight itself is shit, so he can't rely on that to find Tommy. And, after he just moved in with Techno, Tommy's scent would have changed because he got to fucking use a shower for one thing.

So I imagine the scene as Tommy hiding in the box, terrified out of his skin because "what if Dream hears my fucking heartbeat" while Dream is wandering extremely confused around Techno's cabin trying to put hints together like, points at vaguely Tommy-shaped plant "Ah ha! I could recognize that smell of dirt anywhere! You thoughts you could hide from me!". All the while Techno is struggling to keep from laughing in his face.

Like, do you get my vision here?

[bakugoulvr420]

by your side

thank u for the request 🐸 anon!! i hope that i understood the prompt correctly and this lives up to your expectations!!

f!reader x bakugou

tw: mentions of domestic abuse

“what, another villain attack?!”

today was supposed to be just like any other day, but unfortunately some villains found a way to infiltrate UA’s shitty security system and had invaded the gym that your class happened to be training in.

“well isn’t it a surprise to be seeing the infamous UA students here?” an unfamiliar villain chimed and he pointed at you all.

“who the fuck is that…?” bakugou muttered, barely audibly.

it was visibly apparent that everybody was more confused than scared because seriously, who the hell were these unfamiliar faces?

the villain pack consisted of 5 people that looked ridiculous in their costumes, which didn’t really help their attempts to look intimidating.

“i suggest you trolls leave our campus right this second. i’ve already contacted the security department and they should be arriving any second now,” your teacher aizawa threatened as he activated his quirk and bundled up the guy that just spoke.

“h-heh, it seems like somebody is real scared!” another guy snickered as he let out a couple of giggles.

for some unlucky reason, you happened to be the closest to the villain pack, in fact, you were closer to them than you were closer to your classmates.

“y/n, come here fast!” kaminari whispered aggressively at your direction.

of course you wanted to run into bakugou’s arms but it felt like if you made any subtle movements, the villains could attack you any second. you weren’t scared but this particular villain made you feel uneasy. it didn’t help that he was glaring at you since the beginning with a nasty glare plastered on his face.

“if you move i’ll kill your parents!”

naturally your eyes widened. out of all the things he could’ve said, he chose to threaten your parents. everybody in your class knew that your parents had passed away a long time ago. they all knew that it was a touchy subject for you.

“the fuck did you say you gremlin?!” your boyfriend screeched as he began approaching the group of villains. bakugou wasn't mad about the fact that the villain threatened your parents, but because he was threatening you.

“bakugou, do not attack. this is an order,” aizawa quickly said. “we don’t know what their quirks are.”

you took this opportunity to run to bakugou but unfortunately you were caught by the same villain that threatened your parents. he had knocked you down and was on top of you now.

“what was that reaction?” his eyes widened as well as his smile.

"you fuckin-" bakugou immediately reacted and blasted himself towards your direction.

“come any closer and i’ll kill her,”

everybody tensed up. your classmates and aizawa looked visibly shaken. didn’t aizawa call for help earlier or was he just bluffing to win some time?

“if you lay one more finger on her, i swear to god that i will be killing you,” your boyfriend growled.

“yea mhm. we’ll see about that,”

without wasting a second, the villain must’ve either killed you or activated his quirk, because you suddenly found yourself in your old childhood room.

“where am i…?” you thought as you inspected your surroundings.

you were in the bed that you used for almost half of your life. feeling confused, you got up and walked towards the exit of your room.

“what are you doing?” a familiar voice cooed.

almost as if your body was programmed to react, you flinched and looked towards the direction of the voice. it was your mother. she was right outside your room, staring at you from the crook of the door.

“m-mom?” you stuttered as you instinctively walked backwards.

“i asked what you’re doing,” she repeated, this time sounding much more hostile.

“i.. i’m not..” you struggled to find your words.

what exactly was going on? was everything a dream? you entering UA, meeting your friends- meeting bakugou?

“y/n,” your mother sighed. “what did i tell you about trying to leave your room?”

her body was now fully in your room, directly staring you down from above. her hair was messy and her clothes filthy. what on earth was going on?

“hm?” she hummed as she smiled. “are you not gonna answer me?”

the moment you tried opening your mouth to speak, her hands had already landed on your face. she had struck you, hard. the pain was immense. you swore you felt like your cheeks were on fire. though, the numbness that followed indicated that your cheeks had gotten used to the hard impact.

“answer me!” she shrilled as she slapped you once more.

“please. please stop mommy,” you were crying. you now remembered the countless amount of times that your mother had hit you.

“mommy? don’t fucking call me that. you know how much trouble i go through because of you?”

your little body was on the floor, instinctively covering your head with your arms. tears rolled down your cheeks, your throat noticeably dry from probably crying a lot just a few hours ago.

“you’re the reason i’m like this. you’re the reason my life is a living hell!” your mother cried as she began digging her nails into your skin.

“please mommy, please. please stop,” you begged.

the feeling of her clawed nails on your back began to dissipate. maybe she had dug in too deep to the point of triggering a nerve which made your back go numb. you weren’t too sure but this familiar was very familiar to you.

“y/n?”

“y/n! wake up!”

"are you okay?"

a pair of voices called out your name. you didn’t know why but those voices were soothing and made your heart beat a little bit less intense.

“i’m here, PLEASE wake up!”

you lifted your head and opened your eyes slightly. suddenly the room was no longer dark and it was a different setting. you were at the UA training gym.

immediately you were embraced by a pair of warm arms that managed to calm you down almost immediately. you didn’t have to waste a second to identify whose arms these were.

“bakugou,” you began sobbing.

his arms wrapped you even tighter as he planted a kiss on your head. “it’s all okay now. the villains are gone,”

you weren’t too sure of what he was exactly talking about, but you wanted to continue hearing his voice. the familiarity of his scent and touch overwhelmed you with a wave of comfort.

“what happened…?”

your classmates had surrounded you. it was visible on their faces that they were all worried for you.

“yeah… you kept saying momm-“

“idiot!” kirishima silenced sero immediately, hoping that you didn’t hear that.

“everybody get the fuck out!” bakugou growled, still holding you in his arms.

despite aizawa also being worried for you, he understood that bakugou would be the best at comforting you. after all, your boyfriend was much more familiar with your history, though not completely.

even after everybody had left, none of you exchanged a word. it was almost as if his physical presence was enough to communicate meaningful words to you. bakugou only continued to gently pat your head and readjusted you so you’d be more comfortable.

“bakugou,” you started. “i don’t know-“

“you don’t have to say anything,” he cut you off.

you looked up at his face and saw that he was experiencing a bunch of feelings simultaneously.

“i’ll kill that bastard for you, i swear,”

you weren’t too sure if bakugou hadn’t heard you say what the rest of your classmates had heard, or if he was trying to help you not think about what had just happened. either way, bakugou didn't torment you with questions.

“no bakugou. i saw my mom,”

he didn’t looked surprised at all. afterall, he must’ve heard everything yet decided to wait for you to address it yourself.

“i was in my room. my childhood room. then my mom came out of nowhere and,” your voice cracked a bit. “she began hitting me,”

bakugou had a slight idea of what you had went through but he never knew that it was this graphic.

“you’re safe now, okay? it’s all in the past and she’s dead. i’m here to protect you too, you know?”

you nodded and let all your tears stream out, eventually getting absorbed by bakugou’s shirt. during the whole time you were crying, bakugou stayed by your side without saying anything. it’s not like he had to say anything either, just him being there, it was enough.

after this incident, nobody really approached you to ask you nothing more than if you were doing better now. nobody ever mentioned the thing with what you were crying about while being under the quirk’s influence but, you knew that your boyfriend had done something behind the scenes to handle the situation for you.

[demoneyesanddamagedsouls]

Ok so I’ve been trying to find a fic like this somewhere but it’s kinda weird so I haven’t seen any- just like Din and you living together on the crest for a while and your always wearing pants/long sleeves even when it’s hot, and one day he sees you after you come out of thfresher wearing a short sleeve shirt and notices self harm scars 🥺 and he’s really concerned at first because he doesn’t quite know what they are but then he figures it out and he tries to listen to you and your story/ past.

Hi there Anon!

First off, thank you so much for being my first ever fic request!

Secondly, oh my goodness I love this prompt! This is something I have struggled with as well so I loved writing how I picture Din reacting to finding out and looking after you.

I really hope you enjoy my interpretation of this fic! Please let me know if you have any feedback for me as well. I’m always open to critique! And if you ever need anyone to talk to, I am always here, please know you never have to face this alone. ❤️❤️❤️

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The Strength of You

Pairing: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Triggering Topics. Self harm scars, revealing & touching of scars, talking about self harming

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Steam filled your senses as you felt the boiling water run through your hair. You hummed to yourself as you washed off the grease and grime of the day in the small fresher. It had been a long day of fixing small parts on the ship and greasing tough gears, you were exhausted but your mind was full. It had been almost a week since you’d seen Din and your sadness weighed on your heart, you missed him dearly. He had kissed you on the forehead and left 5 days ago saying that this could be a longer hunt as the bounty he was chasing was cunning and smart, unlike some of the more hopeless ones he had to find. You recalled the soft touch of his lips on your skin as you pictured his soft smile.

Turning off the shower and hopping out slowly, you picked up your towel and dried yourself off. Pulling on your cargo shorts and a t-shirt that was just a little too big for you, you turned your eyes to yourself reflected in the mirror. This wasn’t something you usually wore, normally opting for some more covered and conservative attire, and it made you feel a little uncomfortable and exposed, so you were fiddling with the edges of the shirt sleeves attempting to pull them down lower. No one’s going to see you, you’re not going to be leaving the ship, you thought to yourself. Not that you really did when Din was on a hunt unless you and the little one ran out of food or you needed certain parts or tools for a particularly tough job. Anyway it was laundry day, and you were just going to have to deal with it. Sighing to yourself you leant down to pick up your holster with the small gun resting inside. You always kept it on you in case you needed it, especially with the type of people Din usually had to deal with. Suddenly you hear some small coos coming from further away in the ship. You roll your eyes to yourself. That adorable little gremlin can’t give you 5 minutes of your own space for a quick shower. You chuckle to yourself.

“Coming little one!” You call out as you quickly buckle your holster to your hip. Dashing out to go find your impatient little baby you close the fresher door behind you and spin around, coming face to face with the masked Mandalorian. The little baby was held in his arms, a small hand wrapped around his leather gloved finger. You freeze in a panic, your face paralysed in shock. He was home early. You’d be ecstatic to see him so soon if you weren’t dressed like you were. Exposed. He had never seen you without your usual long sleeves and pants. Even in the darkness of many nights on the ship you’d kept yourself covered. Din had never pushed you to do anything you didn’t want to do and becoming more exposed was included in that. Just as you had never pushed him to remove his helmet. There was a mutual understanding and respect between you. After many months together as you and Din had grown closer, he had begun to take his mask off around you. He wanted you to see his face, he wanted to be able to see yours without the obstruction of the helmet. He wanted to kiss you, rest his chin in the crook of your neck as he held you close. You didn’t know why you couldn’t bring yourself to show him more of yourself. But it seemed that fate had taken matters into its own hands.

Din swiftly comes to meet you, excited to see you after such a long hunt especially considering he had received bad information. The bounty hadn’t been on this planet, so he’d returned to the ship empty handed and missing your smile and your gentle touch. The little green baby resting in the crook of his elbow, his eyes meet yours behind the mask. He noticed the panicked expression on your face and his happiness dissipated, swiftly changing to concern. Immediately worried about your safety he looked you over, all of a sudden noticing your attire. This was the most he’d ever seen of you. His eyes flick to the scars littering the length of your forearms and along the top of your thighs.

His concern is instantly mixed with anger. “Who did this to you? I knew I shouldn’t have been gone that long… What happened?” Din says his voice modulated by the helmet, but even still you could hear the rage rising in his tone. You don’t respond, your mouth is dry, and your head is spinning. He reaches for the blaster on his hip with one hand as he holds the little baby in the other. “Who did this? Who could have hurt you like this?!” His voice reaches a fever pitch and out of instinct you start backing away pulling yourself into the security of the wall behind you, moving away from the Mandalorian in front of you, seething with anger. You knew it wasn’t directed at you but you needed to get away from his anger, it was only making you panic more, your heartbeat quickly rising.

Din’s focus flicks back to you as he sees you moving away, away from him. Shaking his head, frustrated at himself, he starts to walk slowly towards you.

You keep your eyes trained on the floor trying to calm yourself as you watch his feet move towards you, boots clicking on the metal floor. Inches away from your face you hear him slowly remove his helmet, the hiss of the vacuum seal unlocking and the metal clanging to the floor, his gloves quickly following. Raising your eyes, you meet his deep brown ones, full of worry and anguish, his little brown curls resting haphazardly across his face and his brows furrowed in concern, highlighting the soft lines of age across his sharp features. As you look at each other the baby reaches out for you, making a small noise to get your attention. You smile softly at him and pull him into your embrace, resting him on your arm. As you hold onto the little one Din takes your other arm and looks it over, brushing his calloused fingers across your forearm and the raised scars that adorn your soft skin. Following the trail he kneels down to analyse the markings on your upper thighs. Lightly gripping your thighs in his warm palms, he brushes across your skin, softly caressing you with his bare thumbs. Keeping his hands rested where they were Din looks back up at you a forlorn expression across his features. You release the breath you didn’t realise you were holding as you meet his gaze. He didn’t have to say anything, his eyes simply said I’m here for you. Taking a deep breath, you gather up the courage to tell him everything you’d been holding back. Holding back from the man that you loved.

“Din I- I did this to myself… it was something that I used to cope with everything I was feeling.” The words tumbling out of your mouth, like a dam breaking, filling up the void of noise with your words. “I felt like I was spinning out of control and this was the only way I could ground myself. Its how I used to distract myself from the overwhelming amount of emotional pain I was feeling.” You look deep into his eyes as you continue, tears starting to spill out down your cheeks, “I felt stupid, lonely and worthless, drifting through space never knowing where to go or what to do, uncertain of everything I did. I didn’t know how to vent these emotions, so I took it out on myself. I felt so useless, and I wanted to punish myself for that.” You pause looking at Din through a glassy tear-filled vision. “I’ve never had someone who cared enough about me to talk about this. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner, but I was scared… scared of losing you…” You whisper, your own words catching in your throat.

A stray tear rolled down Din’s cheek as he reached up to wipe some of the wetness off your face, water welling up in the corner of his eyes. Your heart falls to pieces at the sight. The strongest man you knew, well the strongest man in the whole galaxy, and here he was, knelt in front of you weeping at the words that you had just shared with him. “Little one… don’t you see? These are your battle scars, they make you who you are!” He smiles up at you softly, “It means you fought and fought, but you got back up. You’re a survivor… just like me…” He trails off, his gaze full of love and adoration as he looks up at you. A smile breaks out across your face, full of relief at finally relieving the weight of this huge burden off of your chest. For the first time in your life you had someone to share in everything, someone to confide in, someone to be your true self around.

You kneel slowly, baby still curled up in your arm making gentle snoring noises, to join him there on the floor. Taking his cheek into your hand, you place a gentle kiss on his soft lips. He pulls you in closer and deepens it, trying to express all the love he felt in his heart, all his admiration for you, for the strength you had. Both of you getting lost in the emotion of it all. You both pull away inhaling softly as you both catch your breath, holding each other’s gaze.

“You are so strong my little one… cyar’ika how could you possibly think I wouldn’t love every part of you? You never have to hide yourself from me. You’re so beautiful, so brave… I could live forever in the sunshine that you radiate every day.” A warm smile spreading across his face, revealing the soft dimples that adorned his cheeks. Resting his hand on the top of your leg, just below your shorts, he caresses your skin once more. Reassuring you with his gentle touch. “These scars are just as beautiful as the rest of you, because they’re a part of you. I love you my cyare. You’re my everything…”

[firefly464]

The Real World - Chapter 11

Ok so this ones a bit more of a slightly slower chapter and kinda does a bit more world building sooooo yeah. BUT ALSO THERES SOME WHOLESOME FRIENDSHIP MOMENTS SO THATS GOOD

Made in collaboration with @i-have-this-now​ Thank you to @rivys​ for beta reading and editing!

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Silence. Complete and total silence fell over the call as both Tubbo and Wilbur tried to process what Tommy was saying. The moment was tense, and loaded with unanswered questions. 

“Fuck…” Wilbur muttered. He didn’t know what else to say. He was in a state of shock. What was he supposed to do? He had just learned that two of his friends were trapped in another dimension, and that said dimension was going to be destroyed because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. 

“Yeah. I feel like that sums it up pretty well.” Tommy had no idea what he was supposed to be doing, or even feeling. There were so many emotions raging through his mind. Anger at Wilbur for talking to Dream. Relief that Tubbo and Wilbur weren’t screaming at him. Fear that his home was going to be destroyed.

God, he was sick of being afraid. He had felt nothing but fear and terror for a week straight, and thought that he had grown numb to it. He had thought wrong. The raw terror that coursed through his veins in that moment was nothing like he had ever felt before. It was cold and numbing. It made him want to just crawl into his bed and lay there. He felt completely and unbelievably hopeless. At least during the war there had been a small sliver of hope. A tiny beacon of light in all the darkness. It had been what kept him going. Now, there was nothing. He had no way of fighting back. No way of even contacting his friends and seeing if they were safe. He hated it.

“So. What’s the plan?” Tubbo’s voice shook Tommy from his intrusive thoughts. He couldn’t help but feel grateful for Tubbo’s optimism, despite the fact that he knew it was hopeless. “How are we gonna stop him?” 

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice quiet. 

“We’re not just going to let him kill all those people, right? There's gotta be something we can do. Some way that we can stop him.”

“Tubbo, I-” “No, he’s right.” Will interjected. “We aren’t just going to sit around and do nothing. Besides, if what you said is true, then our Tommy and Dream are stuck there as well. We’re not just going to let them die.” 

“You guys don’t get it, do you…?” Tommy muttered. He knew his friends were trying their best, but the hopelessness of the situation was suffocating. It was like he was standing in a pool of quicksand, slowly being dragged down. Each time he struggled and tried to resist, he was only dragged down farther. He was tired of fighting it. “You can’t stop him. We don’t even know where he is.” Tubbo was silent for a moment. “What if we switched you guys back? We could figure out the command that swapped you in the first place and just run it again.”

“I mean, you can try. But wouldn’t you need Dream’s computer?” 

A sly grin spread across Tubbo’s face. “Who says I need access to his computer to access the server? Just give me a few minutes.” The sound of typing echoed through Tommy’s headphones.

He frowned, confused as to what was going on. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to access the server.” He didn’t offer any more information.

“While he’s doing that, maybe you could tell us more about what happened to you. How did you even end up involved with Dream? From the sounds of it, he's fucking terrifying,” Wilbur asked. He figured that the more they knew about what was going on, the easier it would be to try and solve their issue. 

“I… He used to disappear for really long periods of time. Eventually I got curious. I saw him leaving and tried to follow. He caught me pretty quickly. He… he said that he would kill everyone in L’Manberg if I didn’t go with him and do what he said.”

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed. That didn’t make any sense. Why on earth would Dream force Tommy to go with him if he hadn’t gone far? Something wasn’t adding up. “What-”

“I’M IN!” Tubbo yelled out, cutting off Will’s question. 

“You’re in?” Tommy asked.

“I have access to the server.” Tubbo explained. “Maybe I can try and contact them.”

“Wait, what do you mean you have access to the server?” Wilbur said.

“I have the console open, wait- here.” Tubbo started sharing his screen on Discord. 

A black background filled with white text that neither Wilbur nor Tommy could understand appeared on the screen. It was filled with coordinates and commands that were constantly being updated every couple of seconds. A waterfall of white text was filling Tubbo’s screen. He could see a grayed out command that read ‘/msg TommyInnit hello?’.

“Hey, wait a second,” Wilbur said. “Tubbo’s commands aren’t working.”

“Do you think it could be some sort of activation key?” Tommy asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

“...Exactly. How did you know?” Tubbo asked.

“I think I may know where that is.”

~~~

“What the fuck?” Tommy held the wooden bow in his hands, staring at the blinking light. “Have either of you ever seen this kinda thing before?”

“Why the hell would I know anything? I’ve been here as long as you have,” Dream remarked as he took another drink from the glass bottle. 

“I dunno, maybe because you’re the server owner?”

“Just because I’m the server owner doesn’t mean I know what's happening.” 

“Well, maybe you should.”

Dream only rolled his eyes. Tubbo squirmed a bit. Seeing Dream acting so casual was… unnerving. The lack of a mask only made it ten times worse. Until an hour ago, he had never even seen the man’s face. It was always just the blank mask, cold and emotionless. Seeing the raw emotions on his face was somehow scarier than not seeing them at all. A shudder ran down his spine. 

“Tubbo? Any ideas?” 

Tubbo jumped slightly, caught off guard by the sudden question. “Huh? O-oh! No, I don’t know. Sorry man, I’ve never seen anything like this before.” 

A sigh escaped him as he ran a hand over the leather wrapped grip. The blinking light stared up at him, almost taunting him in a way. That was when he felt it. A small raised section of the grip, right where his finger would sit if he were holding it normally. He frowned. “what the fuck?” 

“What? What is it?” Dream asked quickly. 

“I dunno. It’s just a weird bump…”

“Oh. That's it? It's probably just from the other Tommy making his bow wrong or something.” 

Tubbo shook his head, quick to defend his best friend. “No… Tommy was really good at making weapons. He wouldn’t have done something like that. It’s not like him.” 

Tommy’s brow furrowed as he ran his finger over the strange button. On a whim, he pressed down. 

A scream was torn from his throat as a robotic voice played in his ears. “Hello?” it said. 

“What the fuck?!” 

“Tommy?! Tommy are you ok?! What happened?!” Tubbo was instantly on his feet, trying to check on his friend. His instincts kicked in. Everything that had kept him and his friends alive during the war came rushing back to him as he frantically checked Tommy for any wounds or injuries. Nothing. No visible cuts or bruises. Maybe it was mental? Or a type of potion. Or maybe even- 

“Tubbo, Tubbo! I’m fine! I promise. Just a bit startled.” Tommy’s voice brought his train of thought to an abrupt halt. Tubbo sat back down, his face burning with shame. 

Dream stared at them in concern. “What happened?”

“Did you not hear it?” he furrowed his brow, trying to put the pieces together.

“Hear what?” 

“That weird voice thingy. I pressed the little button and the robot lady started talking.”

“You’re hearing voices now? Are you alright?” 

“Yes, Dream! I’m fine!” he cried out in exasperation. The blinking light on the grip of the bow had gone dark, leaving nothing but a regular wooden bow.

~~~

“How do you even know that they’re in your world?” Wilbur asked. Tubbo had already set the command in the server, and now the three of them were just waiting for some sort of results. Now, they were all just sitting around, trying to get more answers out of Tommy. “I mean, for all we know they could be floating out in the empty void of nothing.”

“No, I’m sure that your Tommy and Dream are in my world. Dream seemed really confident about it. He said something about it already being tested or whatever. 

“Tested? Tested on what?”

“I don’t know. He never told me. All he said was that the test had worked.”

“Alright, I’m just gonna be the one to say it, thats sketchy as fuck.” Tommy couldn’t help but jump. Tubbo had been so quiet while they were talking, he had forgotten that he was even there. “I mean, I get that he’s a sketchy guy, but that's just weird.”

Tommy took a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart. “Yeah… It really is. I learned pretty quickly not to question him though. He was fucking terifying whenever he got asked too many questions.” A shudder ran down his spine as he remembered the blank, emotionless mask. God, he hated that fucking mask. Every night, he was plagued with nightmares about it. 

“Tubbo, I think your command went through” Wilbur said, his voice cutting through the fog that was starting to build in Tommy’s mind. He looked at the screen. Sure enough, the grayed out text was now gone, replaced with a blank text box. 

“Someone must have found the trigger. Hopefully it was your Tommy and Dream. I’m not sure what would happen if someone else managed to get their hands on it.” 

“Either way, it should have only sent the message to Tommy, right?” Tubbo asked.

“I don’t fucking know. I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the console.”

“Probably because you’re a little gremlin child.” Will couldn’t help but make the snide comment. Maybe he just wanted to pretend, if only for a moment that nothing had changed. Maybe he was searching for a way to lighten the mood. He wasn’t sure. 

Either way, the comment earned him a cry of protest. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?!” 

“It means that you are a little gremlin boy. What else would it mean?” Despite his best attempts, he couldn’t quite keep the smile out of his voice.

“Alright, you son of a bitch, you listen here. I could beat your fucking ass in a fight, no questions asked.” Despite the harsh words, Tommy couldn’t help but grin. The friendly banter was familiar to him, and he couldn’t help but be thankful for it. In a world where everything was strange and foreign, it felt nice to have something that stayed consistent. 

“Oh yeah? Prove it”

“Alright. Next time I see you, how about we 1v1? Me versus you.” “Uh, I don’t think that's a really good idea,” Tubbo interjected.

“What? Why not? I’ve beaten him before, I’ll do it again.” Tommy’s voice was dripping with confidence. He may not have been nearly as strong here as he was back in his home world, but he still knew how to fight. Not to mention, he had spent most of the past week trying to get his strength back. 

“I don’t doubt it, it’s just that fighting someone is generally considered not good here”

“Are you serious? That's so lame! Back at home we used to spar all the time!” 

“Yeah, not here. Unless you’re in a fighting style sport, sparring just isn’t something that you do here” 

“Ughhhh, that’s so dumb.” he grumbled.

“So, uh, what’s the plan now?” Tubbo asked. On the screen, another /msg command was pulled up, ready to be sent. The message section itself was blank, but it was clear that Tubbo was itching to try and communicate with his best friend. 

“We just input the command, right? We swap you back, you guys could go home, and we get our Tommy and Dream back. Boom, problem solved.” Wilbur couldn’t help but feel slightly confused. Hadn’t that been the plan from the start? 

“I uh… I don’t know the command that he used,” Tommy admitted. 

“Fuck.”  The three sat in silence, trying to figure out what to do. Tommy couldn’t help but feel like hopelessness starting to drag him down again, pulling him down into the pit of quicksand. 

“What if we brought them to the console? That way they could actually respond and we might be able to come up with some sort of plan?” Tubbo suggested. 

He weighed his options. On one hand, it was the best bet they had. Hell, he was about 99 percent sure that Dream would have left some sort of clue as to what the command was, if only because he enjoyed the thrill of the danger. On the other, who knew what kind of trap Dream had set up. Knowing him, he would have expected them to do exactly this. No. No he couldn’t think like that. This was their one chance. It was his only chance at saving his home, at saving his friends. 

Swallowing his fear, he nodded. “Yeah. Alright, that sounds good.” 

~~~

“What the fuck?! Why is it blinking again?!” The small red light was back, blinking up at the blonde teenager annoyingly. 

“Press the button again?” Dream offered helpfully. 

“What? No! I’m not pressing that fucking button again! You press it if you’re so curious!” he tossed the bow onto the table carelessly, the loud noise making Tubbo flinch. 

Dream grabbed the weapon and looked over it. “Alright, maybe I will. Where did you say it was?” 

“On the grip, right next to the little light. It's really small though, you have to feel it.” 

“Got it!” with a soft click, Dream pressed down on the button. 

Instantly, the robotic voice echoed through Tommy’s mind once more. The voice was cold and metallic, with no emotion whatsoever. It reminded Tommy of pretty much every computer generated voice he had ever heard, only this time, it echoed through his skull. He could feel his teeth vibrating from the sheer volume of it. His eyes shook, causing the world to vibrate and jitter. It reminded him of when the bell had been rung, only this time he was the only one could hear it. 

“Hey Tommy, it's Tubbo. This other Tommy just told me and Wilbur everything that’s been going on. Don’t worry, we’re gonna get you out of there, alright? Apparently the other Dream is going to really fuck everything up if we don’t stop him. And by that I mean he’s going to delete the server and most likely kill all of you and I really don’t want that to happen. So we’re gonna stop it!”

The voice continued for a bit, explaining what the plan was and where he and Dream needed to go, and Tommy did his best to keep track of Tubbo’s directions. “... Anyways, we really miss you man. I swear, we’re gonna figure something out and get you guys home. Yours truly, big T.” The voice stopped, and Tommy blinked. Tears pricked at his eyes.

He didn’t really understand what was going on, but he did understand one thing: there was hope. He might be able to go home. Tubbo and Wilbur were going to bring them home. 

~~~

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A Fungus Dangerclaw Master Post 2; Electric Boogaloo

Okay, so my first Fungus Master Post went really well! A lot of people liked it, and liked Fungus! I honestly didn't expect people to like him, as he's literally just feral...or at least he was originally, but I've had 24 hours to flesh him out and god have I done that.

So I guess heres an introduction to your favourite Gremlin; Fungus Dangerclaw!!

*Jazz Hands Violently*

Where to start...Well;

Fungus isn't his real name, but he doesn't remember his birth name, just his surname (because he knows the word danger and claw).

Fungus lived a very quiet life before Snaktooth; they live in the abandoned ruins of a cottage in the woods on the outskirts of the big city! She'd prefer to be further away from civilization, but it is nice to be able to loot the city and flee the authorities. When on the mainland, Fungus was practically a cryptid. Trying to take a picture of it would look like those bigfoot sighting photos.

I'll get more into Fungus on the mainland in my drabbles and his backstory so I don't spoil anything ;))

Okay, let's give some actual information about Fungus,,,

Fungus Dangerclaw is his name! She uses pretty much all pronouns, but mostly He/They. No one really knows how old they are (not even Fungus themself), but most would guess early 30's, and they would be correct! To be specific, she's 33 years old!

Some facts about Fungus include;

Hoarder

Seemingly feral

Has trust issues with Grumpuses, and would rather surround himself with creatures and animals than people

Likes to collect small objects like sticks, rocks, leaves, shells, beads, rings, and plant petals

With these small objects, they build life sized sculptures with mud. These sculptures take the form of Grumpuses, and can be found anywhere you find Fungus (I'd be lying if I said these sculptures never frightened random people on romantic walks in the woods)

The satchel bag around their waist is for very important trinkets, only special people can look! [There's also a picture of their family but shhhh-]

Fungus has Autism, which affects the way he thinks, and is one of the main reasons he can't remember words very well. She only likes certain textures, and actively stims! They stim with flappy hands, jumping up and down, verbal noises like growling and mouth popping, etc.

Fungus has a lot of habits, like picking at his teeth, scratching at himself (it's the fleas), and getting the uncontrollable urge to pat the ground/surface in front of him.

Does the clicky thing cats do on blankets before they sleep on fabrics and textures he likes

Can't swim. At all. They aren't too scared of water, they use it to clean themselves of bad stuff like blood or Bugsnax goo, it's more deep water they fear.

Very limited vocabulary, and very simple words

Fungus has her claws out a lot, like 24/7 basically. Only retracting them to do delicate tasks like sculpting or giving friends affection (when she eventually gets friends that is)

Most think she likes to be alone, but it's actually that she's scared of people, and getting hurt by them! If you're friendly and patient with her, she will treat you like family!

The shawl thing he wears NEVER comes off around other people...I wonder why...😏😏

But seriously, you try to take that shawl off of them and you'll get a black eye and broken nose! (Fungus:*bites your arm* "Bad touch!!!")

Many scar,,,most are hidden under really long fur

(Fungus' fur is like a fur coat, for colder temperatures)

They're fur is so long it's unbelievable; it's because they don't take care of themself or groom themself

Because of this, they have a lot of health issues, like malnutrition, mange, fleas, and very likely; rabies.

Incredibly agile, scales trees and cliffs and houses. It's the survival instincts.

DOES NOT EAT BUGSNAX. Fungus can't explain why very well, so most assume it's either an ethical reason, or a gut feeling.

Rather, Fungus likes to befriend the Bugsnax! His favourite is Weenieworm (it makes a funny sound and he likes it!), But he like the flying Snax too, he sees them as a challenge of skill to catch them!

[misses his parents]

Something very important about Fungus is he is incredible at Mimicking sound!

He mimicks Bugsnax sounds mostly, and uses it to escape being noticed by the islanders of Snaktooth, but he's good at Mimicking accents and noises in general!

So that's some (a lot more) information on Fungus! I'm saving the backstory for a different master post in case people don't want to read it, as it's sad, and has potential triggers in it! And I'll be working on Drabbles such as "Fungus sets the town on fire on purpose" and "Fungus threatens everyone in Snaxburg to become the alpha of town"

And some potential Drabbles about Fungus on the mainland or backstory Drabbles-

[many-gay-magpies]

@honeyseungz @loabivey so that uh. that mini au that you had like a very small rb thread about yesterday (well over a few days ago now that im posting this). well uh. um . actually you know what im just gonna let you read it yourselves

so. heeseung, jay, and sunoo are all brothers. wether its actual brothers or just "brothers" by blood bond or whatever idk. but, regardless, they're brothers. im thinking that like, at first they aren't vampires, theyre just regular dudes yknow? (and just a forewarning, a lot of this isnt gonna be as compliant with the enhaverse theorizing we've done so far, it's just a little brain worm i wanted to play around with, throwing a little bit of enhaverse crumbs in here and there)

but anyway. they're not vampires, im thinking theyre just like... adopted/found family brothers, probably orphans or something. regardless they love each other a lot and its great. personality-wise everything is super different, but just for plot conveniences, heeseung, jay, and sunoo are the yunmeng trio (heeseung as wwx, jay as jc, and sunoo as jyl respectively), and jungwon is lwj.

the three brothers meet jungwon, probably brought together by this Big Fantasy Evil, maybe something involving the vampire queen as a character? idk. there's some big evil shit going down, and the three brothers somehow end up with jungwon and HIS big bro, who im imagining is jake (basically the lan xichen in this situation—very soft, kind, gentle; the vibes are right). both of them are vampires, not that our three orphan bois know that. they get caught up in the danger, and vampire bros jake and jungwon coms to the rescue.

now, a little bit of personality-mapping here: jay is outwardly very loud, fun, temperamental, and sarcastic, generally very much like he is irl; but inside, he's intensely loyal, protective, and loving, with a HUGE soft spot for the people closest to him. sunoo is very sweet, sensitive, and kind—the walking hug of the three brothers, who is certainly not without his bite and wont hesitate to talk back to anyone who hurts them. aggressively and without mercy. also he makes them soup for comfort and is generally best boy. heeseung is very goofy, playful, free-spirited, and bright, but insecure and sensitive underneath it all; generally a loud annoying mess of a boy. pure chaotic neutral and a gremlin if there ever was one. jungwon, on the other hand, is... not. he's nervous, quiet, cautious to a fault and intensely righteous, always standing up for what's right and refusing to waver from his chosen path. very lawful good vibes. he, naturally, is more than a little put off when jay, sunoo, and heeseung's chaotic ass come crashing into he and his brother jake's once-peaceful (ish) lives. and it doesn't help that heeseung is a... huge flirt, and apparently deadset on making jungwon his friend. fuck.

jungwon... doesn't know what to do. and it would all be so much easier if heeseung were dumb or stupid or unattractive or just a total asshole—but he isnt any of those things. he's beautiful, smart, insanely witty with a brain faster than any jungwon's ever seen—he can't help but admire him. but on top of that, he's wreckless as hell, unpredictable, and pushy, and gives jungwon heart attacks way too much for his liking. he doesn't even have a heartbeat. he's fucking dead.

it eventually comes out that jake and jungwon are vampires; the brothers are surprisingly cool with it. not the craziest thing that's happened to them.

the five boys get closer, staying together as they fight their foe (which im becoming increasingly inclined to make the werewolves), and through a series of convoluted events, jungwon learns that heeseung is not only gorgeous, smart, talented, and funny as all get-out, but also sensitive, caring, insecure, and thoughtful... and heeseung, who's only goal had been to break through the nervous and straightforward outer shell of his young dongsaeng, does just that. and jungwon, naturally, starts to fall in love.

somewhere along the line, though, things go wrong—as they were bound to do in an au loosely based off of the untamed. something happens to heeseung; he's fatally wounded after saving jay's life, and disappears, nowhere to be found. his brothers eventually assume the worse; that he's gone forever. but the queen finds him, takes care of him, nurses him back to health. turns him.

when he comes back, nothing's the same. the war is still going, and his brothers thought he was dead—but he isn't. but he's... different. jungwon and jake are quick to realize that he's been turned, how, they dont know—but they talk to him, teach him, try to help him, jungwon especially. of course he does; he's in love. heeseung, of course, is dismissive; doesn't take it seriously. ill be fine, whats so bad about this? or, perhaps, he doesn't let on just how hard he's taking it; fearing vulnerability more than he fears being a vampire.

inevitably, though, heeseung's wrecklessness leads to doom—he lets his bloodlust overtake him, relishes in it, no matter how much jungwon had warned him against it, pleaded with him to take caution. he says it's usefull—says he can help them take out enemies, help them win this war. jungwon warns him that he could end up getting more than he bargained for. heeseung doesn't listen.

heeseung helps them win the war; practically wins it for them. hes happy, bitterly, until he isnt. he's happy, until he sees his brother—sees sunoo. blood-covered, pale-skinned, drained.

no.

heeseung is broken. jay even moreso. jay yells at him; yells and yells and yells and yells. curses him out, tells him he hates him, tells him he's nothing but cruel evil—he doesn't mean it, of course, but no one knows it then, not even him. now he is only angry; so, so angry. heeseung, wrought with guilt and shame and grief, flees—hides himself somewhere secluded, does the closest thing a vampire can possibly do to death, the equivalent of a thousand-year hibernation. none can find him, he's made sure of that. in his guilt and shame and anger he stews, asleep, for hundreds, thousands of years.

after the anger passes, jay is more than anything in mourning—for heeseung as well as for sunoo. he has a realization, that being that, when, inevitably, heeseung comes back, he doesn't want him to be alone: even if he'll have jungwon and jake, it won't be the same as having his brother. so jay pleads, cries, begs for jungwon to turn him—so that they can search for heeseung together, so that when heeseung comes back, he'll have jay waiting for him, too. so, reluctantly, jungwon gives in and turns jay—after which he helps him deal with his newfound immortality and vampiric status—helping him handle his bloodlust and helping him learn how to feed. over the centuries that heeseung is gone, jay, jungwon, and jake grow even closer (j line eyyy), inseparable as they search for heeseung and even outside of that. jungwon and jay are the closest, jay growing a colossal soft spot for the boy and not hesitating to take him under his wing and protect him with all he has (initially, sort of as a replacement for protecting heeseung, but eventually jay's affection for jungwon grows into something all it's own). to be clear, no love triangle bullshit here, only sickening-sweet platonic soulmates jaywon and a jungwon that is still achingly in love with heeseung.

(okay for anyone thats actually watched cql/read mdzs, yes i KNOW lwj and jc did not get along at all and kind of hated each other but. this is my au i do what i want, and if i want to add soft jaywon into the mix then im fucking going to, goddamnit)

OKAY TIME FOR SOME WACKY SIDE-PLOT MADNESS

so. sunghoon. how does he fit into all this? how does he end up being the one to trigger heeseung's "resurrection"? how does heeseung GET resurrected in the first place? well, not to worry, you're about to find out! and i am too because i'm just figuring this out as i go along baybyyyy

sunghoon, im thinking, is a friend of jake's (lets throw some jakehoon in here too bcs why not), either from before everything went to shit and heeseung went and isolated himself, or sometime during the numerous centuries jakewon spent looking for heeseung with jay. either way, sunghoon is this boy who jake is friends with and cares about a lot, and is also maybe kind of in love with. while jaywon spend most of their time looking for heeseung, jake spends his with sunghoon—finding himself often alone, now that his little bother is going off on his own adventures.

in a situation quite similar to heeseung's, sunghoon probably gets fatally injured somehow and is near death, but jake, not wanting him to die, decides to turn him instead. niki is also involved, and it's a sort of package deal, because before meeting jakewon, heeseung, and everyone, they were their own little thing; not unlike jay, heeseung, and sunoo's brother's triad. they were both probably orphans, niki being the much younger one, and as such sunghoon took him under his wing and never looked back. when jake turned sunghoon, niki was basically like "m8 what the fuck" and demanded he be turned too, not wanting his sunghoon-hyung to live on forever while he grew old and died. jake, also having a soft spot for niki, was like "fine alright" and turned him too. so, now their little vampire coven numbered five, and all was (moderately) well.

or not.

the thing was, jake hadn't anticipated how powerful sunghoon would be—there's nothing in life that anyone's found yet that would indicate a person's level of power once turned, so jake had... pretty much no way to see this coming. but, anyway, sunghoon was... really, really powerful. like, insanely powerful. all the abilities vampires were said to have in legends, the likes of which were previously reserved for just legends, he had them; flawless teleportation, mind control, shape-shifting, the whole bit. and on top of that, he was controlled—insanely good at monitoring himself and keeping tabs on his own instincts. one of the most self-sufficient, well-mannered vampires jake had ever seen. it was... frankly insane.

the problem? the queen. this is where she comes in, because she's played a part in all the boys' transformations, albeit indirectly—when jake and jungwon first turned, it was she who turned them. she could sense sunghoon's power, and she wanted it for herself. jake and jungwon had done well at avoiding her, even forgetting about her for a while; but what she wanted, she took, and take she did. it was sunghoon she took: luring him to her in small increments and then all at once, taking control of him, turning him into a mindless puppet. sunghoon had always prided himself in control, and without it, havoc wreaked: bodies dropping left and right, people being killed seemingly at random, their only purpose being to instill fear and paranoia.

now, niki had heard tales, before, from his hyungs but also from regular townspeople to whom the legend had gotten passed down, of heeseung, and how great and terrible he was. heeseung, the townspeoples' folktales said, had been insane, unstoppable: a mad genius far too gone for redemption. niki also knew from his hyungs' fond stories that heeseung, more than evil, was kind and caring; he was loyal, and powerful in his loyalty, and niki thought that if anyone could save his sunghoon-hyung, it was heeseung.

so niki went on a journey. without telling jaywon or anyone else (and thus causing quite the panic), he spent years searching for heeseung, everywhere jaywon had thought to look and everywhere they hadn't, and twice more for good measure. and, by some stroke of luck, either due to his own sheer force of will of something else entirely, niki found him: locked away in an old castle that never quite seemed to stay put, constantly phasing in between realities. it made sense why no one had found him before then—he didn't want to be found. desperately, in fact.

but niki, too, was desperate. he enacted a ritual that was said (by jake, so of course it was to be trusted) to wake any vampire that had gone into hibernation, and, miracles continuing to work for the bitter young boy, it worked. heeseung awoke—startled to find himself staring into the face of a very teary, very angry (visibly) sixteen-year-old.

confusion passed, things and motives were explained, and heeseung (although bitter at having been woken up, and still riddled with enough guilt to last 1500 lifetimes) attempted to patiently tell niki that he had no fucking idea how to help sunghoon whatsoever. niki pretty much said "well you better fucking find a way because you're not going back to sleep now, the world's about to fucking end. also jay and jungwon-hyung have been looking for you for literal centuries, do you know how pissed theyd be if i went out looking for you, found you, then came back empty-handed? really fucking pissed is how much. also sad. did i mention sad?" and heeseung, notoriously weak and also kind of (read: very) in love, is just like "...jungwon? jay?"

so niki brings heeseung back to the others, the return journey taking a long enough time that the two become significantly close to each other, heeseung's long-forgotten big brother instincts (tm) kicking in around the younger vampire. niki has to basically drag heeseung out of the castle by his teeth, because as much as he misses his brother and jungwon, he's still so incredibly guilty, and completely convinced that he isnt worth love or life whatsoever and that jay still hates his guts. and, jungwon... he doesn't even want to think about jungwon. how he failed him. how he let him down. but, niki slowly works through the insecurities, bit by bit: assuring heeseung that, no, even though jay will definitely rip him a new one once he sees him again, he'll also cry and hug him for at least 24 hours because he misses him like hell and heeseungie hyung you have no idea.

they weather a lot together. storms, mental breakdowns, bouts of blood-starvation so severe heeseung thinks he'll lose it again: but they're there for each other. they hunt, talk, keep each other warm, and in it, form an unbreakable bond. niki had heard tales of the legendary lee heeseung, who wiped out entire armies in two seconds flat and comforted his friends when they were sad and annoyed jay to the very ends of the earth: but what he's faced with is a man with more insecurities than niki has hairs on his head—and he has a lot of hairs on his head.

by the time they make it back to the coven's home, heeseung has grown sufficiently attached to the enigma that is niki, and has almost completely but it out of his mind that he's here for his old friends, too. he's only doing this for niki: it's a fact he's comfortable with. so when they reach the front steps he just... freezes.

i have a very clear image of it in my head—jungwon, jay, and jake sense niki's presence, in some weird vampire-y way. it's been around 10, 15 years since he left at this point, so of course they rush out to greet him, ready with scoldings and lashings about how stupid he had been (after, of course, making sure he's unharmed and alright)—but it all dies on their tongues as soon as they see who's with him.

frozen. everything is frozen.

i imagine it's a lot like lulu and artzyy's post. jungwon is the first to move, stepping forward and whimpering out a broken "hyung", and all heeseung's guilt and avoidance is forgotten in favor of cradling jungwon to his chest, holding him close and whispering reassurances into the crown of his head, wonnie, im so sorry, hyung's so sorry; i didn't mean to leave you for so long, i'm here now, its okay. and of course then jay comes in, crying and screaming about how the fuck is it okay, how can it ever be okay, how could you just not mean to leave us alone for 1500 years?! how the fuck do you just expect to waltz back into our lives like nothing ever happened and pretend its all okay?!? and then he hits him, and hurts him, tries to make him feel even an inkling of the hurt he was made to feel for the past fifteen hundred years—but then punching him turns into fisting hands into the back of his shirt and sobbing into his neck and holding him so tight he wouldn't be able to breath if he had the need to and please, please don't leave, why would you leave, you asshole, why did you leave?

so yeah. things happen. reunions are had, tears are shed. some indirect heewon love confessions probably happen later on in the form of very intense devotions of life and self and all that. "walking on the single-log bridge in the dark really isnt so bad" you know the whole shbang. meanwhile jay salty in the background just like "cant you just say you love each other like normal human beings jesus fucking christ"

jayseung's relationship (or the reigniting of it) is, well, rocky. they're both conflicted—jay even more than heeseung. because, the thing is, heeseung killed sunoo. as regretful as he is, that doesn't make it any easier to forget. but he's back, and alive, and in one piece, and he isn't leaving, and jay knows it wasn't really his fault, he wasn't in control—but he killed him. he killed their brother. and it WAS his own stupid fault for losing control in the first place, for not listening to jungwon, so what the hell is jay supposed to think? he flip-flops between being intensely grateful that heeseung is back and okay and finally with them again, and then remembering what he's done, giving him the cold shoulder and not speaking to him for hours on end. and all the while, heeseung is riddled with guilt, and shame, and grief he'd suppressed for far too long; niki's stubbornness combined with jungwon's unwavering support being the only things keeping him from bolting into oblivion all over again. all in all, it's a difficult time—but they get there. eventually.

naturally, they save sunghoon. what else is there to do? they defeat the queen, break her control over their friend—and then jakehoon have their own teary reunion, not unlike heewon's, and sungki have theirs, not unlike jayseung's (although with a... considerable decrease in cursing and conflicted emotions, and a lot more immediate sobbing). they're a mess—sunghoon is traumatized, heeseung is traumatized, jay and niki are traumatized, they're all just fucking traumatized. jayseung will probably take a long time to get back to the way they once were, if it's even possible—there'll always be an empty space there, something gone, something missing, and it's one that can't be filled. jungwon barely lets heeseung out of sight or touch alike, and heeseung isn't much better off. jay's always been the more touchy one out of the three of them; but after years of missing, of longing, there's plenty of time to be made up, and heeseung is just... so, so soft, and warm, and being held by him is the loveliest thing jungwon's ever known.

AND NOW A SUNOO THING, BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ENHA LIVING HAPPILY EVER AFTER AS OT6 WITH SUNOO JUST FUCKING DEAD DOES. NOT WORK FOR ME

so like. sunoo isn't dead, or he doesn't stay dead, or not the soulless-unmoving kind of dead anyway. you know how necromancy and fierce corpses exist in donghua and shit? well they exist here too because fuck you and also i said so. i made myself sad and now im making it happy again goddamnit.

anyway. after he dies, sunoo gets found by the queen, too, and because she's all-powerful and whatnot she fucking necromances him—figures he'll be useful later. as he is, though, he's basically nothing more than a puppet; like wen ning and song lan were when they were being controlled. his soul isn't... gone exactly, just imprisoned, prevented from being able to come forward and command his body.

so. sunoo is still partially alive, and the boys (jay, jake, jungwon, sunghoon, niki, and whatnot)... don't know that. i imagine that for pretty much the entirety of the centuries that heeseung is gone, sunoo's status as a necromanced fierce corpse goes entirely unknown to them, and it's only after heeseung is brought back by niki that he starts to resurface. i imagine they realize it in a sort of tense, action-filled scenario: the boys have gone to investigate another attack, thinking it's sunghoon, but as it turns out the queen has had TWO undead corpses running around doing her dirty work instead of one. and one of them is sunoo.

heeseung and jay, of course, are stunned. they cant believe it's real; it isn't real, it can't be—and yet.

a lot of angsty plot stuff happens—i dont have the energy or enough shits to give to figure out what. the thing is, the queen only kept sunoo this long and brought him out as a tactic to lure heeseung, make him weaker; and it probably worked. in the midst of both fighting against sunghoon and fighting to SAVE sunghoon, heeseung is bent on saving sunoo as well, and there's probably a lot of very angsty talk wherein there are disagreements about who's life, really, is more important in this situation, and if heeseung is just trying to make up for what he did to sunoo. regardless, heeseung ends up saving sunoo and bringing his soul back to the surface. what he doesn't expect is for sunoo to forgive him—fully and wholeheartedly. and it feels wrong, because no, you should be angry with me, you should hate me and want to hurt me like i hurt you; but sunoo is just... happy. happy that he's back, happy that heeseung is back, happy that they're all together again. and its conflicting, to say the least. even moreso because sunoo isnt stupid—he didnt just act like heeseung was an innocent who did no wrong; he knew he had been wreckless, knew he was at fault, and he forgave him still. loved him still. that was something heeseung... hadn't been prepared for.

like i said in the last part, they save sunghoon; how, im not sure, but they save him, probably with a fair bit of sunoo's help, and they're together again. only the tiny difference here is that sunoo is with them too. sunoo is back, and the gang has yet another undead bestie to teach the ropes of being a vampire to. things are awkward, obviously, especially between the original brother's trio of heeseung, sunoo, and jay; because sunoo is his usual sweet and kind self while jay believes that he should be more angry at heeseung for killing him, heeseung agrees, and jay has some very conflicted feelings about how self-depricating his hyung is being (because like... yeah you killed sunoo and im supposed to hate you but you're not supposed to hate yourself, you idiot, what the fuck?)

(also like. if we're gonna take some more crumbs from cql canon here im gonna go ahead and say sunoo's death was at least somewhat self-sacrificial, even if it was heeseung that ended up causing it in the end)

(i kind of love how jiang cheng-y i made enhaverse jay here to be honest)

(okay this has been in my drafts WAY too long because ive been waiting for some miraculous Other Detail i need to add to pop up in my mind, but honestly i can just add anything else i think of in a reblog afterwards, this bitch just needs to see the light of day)

[blossom-hwa]

also since the drabbles request is going to close soon, i thought this might be a good way to end it: how would your biases (across different groups) interact with one another if they're in the same room 👀 -baker anon (loosely inspired by the texts you made recently bc i LOVE THEM SO MUCH😍😍)

ANON OKAY SO I KNOW YOU SAID YOU WANT MY BIASES INTERACTING BUT ASLKDJGHA I THOUGHT. WHAT IF THEY ALL INTERACT AT WORK. SO THIS IS JUST SOME OF THEM BEING FUCKING IDIOTS AT THE MALL CENTER THEY WORK AT LKSJHDLG I’M SORRY IF THIS ISN’T WHAT YOU WANTED

3-year anniversary drabble game: send me an NCT/WAYV/Stray Kids/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

I know this isn’t all of tbz but trying to fit all 11 of them in was overwhelming I’M SORRY

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Title: Mall Shenanigans

Pairing: no pairings, just the boyz and stray kids being dumb

Triggers: a lot of cursing, suicidal jokes (again, along the lines of ‘pls kill me’ but if you’re experiencing suicidal thoughts I wouldn’t read this)

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cafe workers:

chan: better than tony

changbin: chingban

jisung: gremlin

chanhee: new kid

jacob: angel

tutoring center workers:

seungmin: seungman

jeongin: you better watch your foxing mouth

sangyeon: papi

kevin: moon scribblez

eric: the better jae

build a bear workers:

minho: lino

hyunjin: hyun

felix: fel(e)x

changmin: starbucks tissues

juyeon: professional rollerblader

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better than tony: if Jacob didn’t exist you all would be dead

chingban: as in you would’ve killed us

chingban: or he’s prevented us from accidentally killing ourselves ?

gremlin: both

new kid: both

better than tony: both

chingban: fair

angel: :( stop hurting yourselves accidentally

angel: it hurts me :/

gremlin: oh my god his power

gremlin: with one single emoticon he changes my entire life perspective

new kid: see I'd say the same except Jacob tries to convince me on the daily that my only life goal shouldn’t be to put changmin in the grave

better than tony: that... that shouldn’t be your life goal

angel: ^^^

chingban: idk if someone scares you that much with a horror movie mask I think you’ve got a right to murder

angel: changbin

angel: n o

gremlin: idk I think it says something more about chanhee

new kid: say what bitch

gremlin: if you keep getting scared I think there’s something wrong with you

new kid: says the little BITCH who got startled by someone DROPPING THEIR COFFEE yesterday and legitimately SCREAMED 

chingban: you say this as if you aren’t the biggest coward on the planet jisung

gremlin: did I ever deny there was something wrong with me???????

angel: STOP there is nothing wrong with you all

better than tony: idk I think there is 

better than tony: there’s something wrong with all of us

better than tony: except maybe Jacob

new kid: Jacob just put his head in his hands

angel: all of you have a horrible self-destructive and self-deprecating instinct and I don’t appreciate it :/

gremlin: Jacob I will do my best to take your words to heart

gremlin: I will listen to you unlike these other assholes

new kid: you might take his words to heart but your actions prove you can’t handle them

gremlin: try me bitch

chingban: did you already forget the time you set a refrigerator on fire?

better than tony: PLEASE don’t remind me

angel: maybe we shouldn’t bring that up

better than tony: you were all horrible

better than tony: jisung just laughed

better than tony: changbin went home

better than tony: seungmin and jeongin came over to take pictures of me while I was about to cry

better than tony: only Jacob comforted me :/

gremlin: and this is why we only listen to Jacob

chingban: ^^^

new kid: ^^^

new kid: he’s the only one who has a truly good heart

better than tony: why can’t I inspire this kind of loyalty??

angel: chan has a good heart too :/

gremlin: maybe so but

gremlin: he’s a complete mess and is easier to clown than listen to

new kid: ^^^

chingban: ^^^

better than tony: watch me just commit die

angel: no don’t commit die come here I'll give you a hug

better than tony: I like Jacob more than all of you combined

chingban: um

gremlin: did you think we were going to get offended?

new kid: news flash we all like Jacob more than we like you

better than tony: on an ordinary day I would be crying

better than tony: today I am fine because Jacob is giving me hugs and not you assholes

better than tony: suck it <3

chingban: I hate it when he’s right

new kid: :/

gremlin: I'm going to set the refrigerator on fire again if I don’t get Jacob hugs right now !

new kid: I thought you said you didn’t know how you set it last time?

gremlin: I can still try

angel: no don’t do that I'm coming to hug you now!

gremlin: :D

better than tony: can’t believe jisung bribed Jacob into leaving me to give him hugs

chingban: just shows he’s smarter than you

better than tony: remember how jisung said he’d haunt this cafe if he died and I said I'd just enjoy being dead?

better than tony: starting to consider Jisung’s plan :)

new kid: terrifying

chingban: horrifying

gremlin: I can hear the deadpan ringing through the cafe and it honestly gives me life

better than tony: I hate you all

new kid: so do we <3

angel: :(

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watch your foxing mouth: sangyeon you’re fucking evil

papi: ?

seungman: it’s eric’s first week and you’ve already given him ashley twice 

seungman: are you trying to make him quit?

moon scribblez: I entirely agree with what they just said 

moon scribblez: we’re already low on staff because everyone graduated last year and you’re trying to run eric out of a job too???????

papi: look eric handles her much better than all of you do

papi: I think he’s doing fine

the better jae: I’M NOT FUCKING FINE

watch your foxing mouth: the proof is in the fucking pudding

moon scribblez: pudding?

watch your foxing mouth: it’s an expression

watch your foxing mouth: your canadian ass wouldn’t know

moon scribblez: I'm going to stick a pin on your chair

the better jae: SANGYEON WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME

the better jae: YOU TOLD ME THIS JOB WAS LOW KEY AND CHILL

papi: it kind of is

the better jae: NOT WHEN YOU PUT ASHLEY AT MY TABLE EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE COMES IN

papi: but you’re handling her so much better than the other three combined :/

watch your foxing mouth: I take offense to that

papi: ignoring her is not a valid strategy jeongin

watch your foxing mouth: well it’s better than seungmin visibly getting frustrated

seungman: well at least I'm trying

seungman: kevin just lets her draw jfc

moon scribblez: look I'm a junior in college and I'm on the verge of just faceplanting into the ocean from a thousand meter cliff I don’t have the time or energy to deal with a bitch who wants to draw and not learn math

papi: do you see what I mean now Eric???????????

the better jae: I'm this fucking close to losing my shit sangyeon I Do Not Care

the better jae: the next time she comes in on my shift I better not have her

papi: fine :/

seungman: did

watch your foxing mouth: oh my god

seungman: DID ASHLEY JUST SAY TO SANGYEON THAT ERIC IS HER FAVORITE ISNTRUCTOR ALREADY

moon scribblez: [ 1 image attached ]

moon scribblez: I think we need to glory in the horror on Eric’s face

watch your foxing mouth: she’s going to ask for Eric every time now oh god 

the better jae: I'm not fucking do this I'll quit first

papi: pls no

papi: I don’t want to hunt for more tutors :/

the better jae: you better not fucking put her at my table every time I'm here !

seungman: just make sure your table is full

watch your foxing mouth: foolproof

the better jae: I guess :/

moon scribblez: working here is such an experience

moon scribblez: minho and chan threaten to fire their kids every other day

moon scribblez: meanwhile we’re the ones threatening to quit every other day

seungman: well what the fuck did you expect from tutoring a bunch of rich assholes four times a week

watch your foxing mouth: ^^

papi: not all of them are assholes guys

seungman: oh we know this very well

watch your foxing mouth: Alex is a fucking blessing to this earth

the better jae: so is Kaylee

seungman: but people like max? ashley? nina?

seungman: they outweigh any good that comes out of here

papi: well if you think the kids are shit imagine the parents

watch your foxing mouth: I hate to say it but sangyeon has a point

moon scribblez: I guess he deserves some pity

papi: finally some respect in this fucking household

the better jae: not on my watch

the better jae: I respect the sacrifices you make

the better jae: but I'm still quitting if you keep sending Ashley to my table

papi: sigh

moon scribblez: and I'm quitting if I find another cockroach in a mop

watch your foxing mouth: THERE WAS A NOTHER ON E???????

papi: bigger sigh

moon scribblez: WORSE

moon scribblez: THE LAST TIME I SHOOK OUT THE MOP T H R E E STUPID FUCKING COCKROACHES CRAWLED OUT

moon scribblez: YEJI HAD TO KILL THEM FOR ME

papi: I'm giving up on gaining respect

moon scribblez: you’ll gain my respect when we get this fucking place fumigated

watch your foxing mouth: aren’t the kids rich? what the fuck are they paying for this? why can’t we afford some roach spray jfc

papi: that’s the owners’ call

papi: and the owners are assholes

moon scribblez: headdesk

seungman: wow he really did just slam his head down on the table

the better jae: thank god we’re already closed

papi: thank god for that I can leave and not deal with you for the rest of today

watch your foxing mouth: oh don’t worry we’ll be back tomorrow <3

seungman: <3

the better jae: <3

moon scribblez: <3

papi: every day I wake up and face an existence of pain

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lino: who’s taking the front today and who’s working the back

lino: for once all of you are here today so you don’t have to work two jobs at once how nice

hyun: I CALL THE BACK

fel(e)x: SO DO I

professional rollerblader: fuck

starbucks tissues: I brought my nun mask today does anyone want to switch?

hyun: is that

hyun: is that a threat

starbucks tissues: it’s whatever you want it to be <3

hyun: I know better but I'm going to assume it’s just a fun fact

hyun: I can’t deal with children today

starbucks tissues: I guess I have free reign then

fel(e)x: now that sounds like a threat

lino: no threats at work

starbucks tissues: so outside of work is fair game?

lino: yes

hyun: mINHO YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME TO THE WOLVES LIKE THIS

lino: who the fuck is the wolf? changmin?

fel(e)x: he’s just a sweet boy don’t be mean hyunjin :/

professional rollerblader: bitch about changmin again and I'll cut you in half

hyun: WHY AM I BEING ATTACKED

professional rollerblader: that’s what you get for attacking changmin

starbucks tissues: I love juyeon and felix

starbucks tissues: <3 <3 <3 <3 

hyun: I feel like

hyun: changmin is the favorite child and I'm just cast off to the side

fel(e)x: who’s the child

fel(e)x: he’s literally older than both of us

hyun: it’s an ANALOGY

professional rollerblader: well it isn’t a good one

hyun: oh fuck OFF we know you always have a soft spot for changmin asshole

lino: deadass thought that read changmin’s asshole for a second and nearly spit out my coffee

starbucks tissues: MINHO PLEASE

fel(e)x: minho I did not need that image in my mind

professional rollerblader: petition to murder Minho in international uncharted waters and dumb his body overboard

starbucks tissues: seconded

hyun: CAN WE GET BACK TO THE POINT

hyun: ALL OF YOU HAVE SOFT SPOTS OR ARE TERRIFIED OF CHANGMIN AND I GET PASSED OVER EVERY TIME

fel(e)x: I mean changmin’s just more likable 

professional rollerblader: he’s cuter

lino: I'm terrified of him

starbucks tissues: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

hyun: I'm quitting this fucking job

lino: oh wow nice usually it’s me who threatens to fire you but now you’re taking initiative!

professional rollerblader: clap for hyunjin!

fel(e)x: *claps*

starbucks tissues: *claps*

hyun: I want to die I want to fucking die

starbucks tissues: I can bring out the mask!

hyun: I honestly might take you up on that

hyun: give me a fucking heart attack so I can die and haunt you all for the rest of your pitiful lives

professional rollerblader: you’d honestly be the pitiful one

professional rollerblader: literally got scared to death

fel(e)x: Juyeon has a solid point

starbucks tissues: agreed !

lino: this is why I hired juyeon he’s so smart

hyun: are you all purposefully forgetting the time sangyeon fooled him into thinking he had some strange wild disease

lino: hmm on any other day I'd clown him for it but you’re more clownable today so I'll just ignore that

starbucks tissues: I like juyeon more than you so I'm ignoring it too <3

fel(e)x: ^^^^^^^^^

hyun: brb gonna jump off the third floor

[presumenothing]

FMAB: Daughter of the Dusk – Chapter 8: A Gunshot Through Hope

(A little late, but here’s my non-fic contribution to the fandom in honour of FMA day! The game is quite long overall, so this covers just the first part, which I figured people might be curious about since it ties up the cliffhanger from Prince of the Dawn. Not sure if I’ll do the rest of the game yet, but in the meantime – enjoy this chapter!)

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Daughter of the Dusk is the sequel to Prince of the Dawn, which covers Chapters 1-7 of the story, and has a English-subbed playthrough by EnvyPlays (which you should watch first before reading on, obviously). I don’t have either game, so this summary is based on this playthrough by チキンオレ, starting from video 9 in the playlist.

The game is set before the Briggs arc, and picks up directly from where the previous one ended: at the Amestris-Aerugo peace treaty signing ceremony in Central City, with Bradley and Prince Claudio shaking hands onstage. Ed spots Scar in the audience, but he vanishes before Ed can give pursuit. 

Meanwhile, up on the radio tower, Hawkeye prepares to snipe Claudio (on Bradley’s orders) with Black Hayate by her side. She takes out her pocketbook to check the ceremony map, and a photo of the team falls out, leading to this moment as she looks at the photo…

HAWKEYE: [silently] I pull this trigger of my own will. [aloud, at Hayate’s worried expression] It’s alright. [aims the rifle at Claudio as he begins his speech] The Hawk’s Eye does not miss. Goodbye, Colonel.

[sound of gunshot, cut to black]

[flashback to before the signing ceremony]

CHAPTER 8: A GUNSHOT THROUGH HOPE

NARRATOR: Central City gladly welcomed “Envoy of Peace” Prince Claudio, whose arrival marked the end of a long war. But the gunshot that rang out at the climax of the festivities – the peace treaty signing ceremony – abruptly turned the celebratory cheers to screams. The beginning can be traced back to several hours before the fated time……

FUHRER’S OFFICE: Envy leaves to bring Hawkeye to the sniper spot. Greed arrives. Bradley assigns him to bring Hawkeye’s rifle from the armoury (G: “How could a sniper forget her rifle?” B: “She couldn’t carry it and get past security.”), and gives him an ID for a weapons dealer so he can get in.

[player character: Greed]

CENTRAL COMMAND - RECEPTION: Greed bluffs his way past (G: Lying is against my creed, but I did promise to do this…), mainly because it turns out Bradley informed them beforehand of his arrival.

CENTRAL COMMAND - ARMOURY 2: Greed notices something odd about a large box, but dismisses it as his imagination, and takes the rifle. Bradley appears, having “coincidentally” passed by. Greed realises this was a test. (B: “This is a tactic that will shake the nation. Who knew if ‘the prince’ would make a racket.”) Bradley then reveals Greed’s next task – blowing up the sniper spot after the deed is done, to erase the evidence and silence Hawkeye.

[PC: Mustang, who is implied to have been hiding in the box Greed noticed]

Mustang thinks about what he overheard – the assassination and silencing of Hawkeye afterwards. (M: “My instinct was spot on, to have picked this as the meeting place! [beat] Time is running out. ……I’ll have to cancel my date. Hang in there.”) He heads out to search for the sniper spot.

CENTRAL COMMAND - LOBBY: A soldier tells Mustang that Hawkeye has gone out, and someone at the entrance might know where she was headed.

At the entrance, best boy™️ Black Hayate barks and proceeds to tug Mustang’s uniform. (M: “What’re you doing! I don’t have time to play with you now…" BH: [growls] M: “Ow ow ow! Let go! [beat] Fine, I’ll follow you! Lead me to where your master is……")

Mustang spots Envy in the city, and deduces that Hawkeye is somewhere nearby. He arrives at the train depot, followed swiftly by Ed looking for Hayate (this scene was seen from Ed’s POV in the previous game, at 13:20 of Part 18). Mustang decides to return Hayate and make Ed leave so they won’t get caught up in this. He reflects on how Hawkeye has been given nothing but tasks opposite to him ever since Claudio arrived, likely because the higher-ups wanted to separate them so he wouldn’t find out about the assassination plan… which didn’t work out, clearly. Hawkeye then arrives (their confrontation was also previously seen from Hawkeye’s POV, at 7:08 of Part 19).

[PC: Fuery]

Fuery wrings his hands over having lost sight of Mustang, Ed, and Hayate. He decides to track down Mustang since something about him had looked off, by asking around if anyone’s seen him.

ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT: Fuery runs into Vanessa, who is Peak Angry at Mustang for passing by without noticing her at all. She says that he’d headed towards the abandoned factory.

[PC: Mustang]

ABANDONED FACTORY: Fuery finally finds Mustang, who asks what he’s doing here. (F: “Please stop saying such stand-offish things. Something happened, right, Colonel?” M: “You’re no longer under my command. Whatever I do has nothing to do with you.” F: “It does! I’m worried of my own accord!” M: “One after another… I really did get some strong-willed subordinates, huh.”) Scar then appears out of… seemingly nowhere, causing Mustang to dimiss Fuery over his protests, telling him to contact Breda and Falman. Scar and Mustang both declare they don’t have time for this. Scar activates his disintegration alchemy, but Mustang makes a smokescreen with flame alchemy and runs off.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:59:59]

Having explained the situation to Falman, Breda, and Fuery, Mustang tells them it’s not too late to return to their posts, but of course they reject this offhand. Mustang then says that he’s going to meet Claudio and try to stop the signing ceremony somehow.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:51:28]

Mustang asks Claudio to not appear at the ceremony, as he is being targeted. Claudio says he was prepared for the danger all along, and a mini-game follows where you have to choose dialogue that will convince him. Mustang says that it’s a plot by rebels within the military (another option says it’s by mysterious aliens, lol) with a sniper known to be a crack shot, though he claims their identity is still under investigation. Claudio then asks the real reason why he’s so determined to stop this, since it might even endanger his standing in the military, and Mustang answers that it’s out of his personal wish of peace. In the end, Claudio declares that he still won’t stop the ceremony just to protect his own life, but he will bear Mustang’s words in mind. Mustang acknowledges this determination, and says that he will do everything he can to foil the plot.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:32:23]

[PC: Fuery]

Fuery sneaks into the communication room to eavesdrop on transmissions from Bradley’s allies to Hawkeye. After some false alarms (including a report of a woman being detained for carrying a rifle-shaped object and blunt weapon, who turns out to be Winry with automail case and spanner), he catches an exchange between Envy and Hawkeye, and finds out the sniper spot is outside the ceremony area and informs the rest. An emergency report then comes in about an intruder at the back door – it’s Scar.

[PC: Scar]

Scar barges in and destroys things while… monologuing darkly about various things, including his comrades and “that man”. (I’ll be honest, I do not like this Ishvalan terrorist subplot at all so I paid about zero attention to it.) He leaves. Falman and Breda arrive under the pretext of providing backup.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:24:45]

[PC: Falman]

Falman and Breda head towards the watchtower to look for Hawkeye’s sniper spot. Just to be on the safe side, Falman memorises a guard assignment map of the ceremony area, which turns out useful when a suspicious soldier gives them a literal pop quiz to prove they’re really here as backup. Falman aces it, and Breda sneaks off while he proceeds to distract the soldier… with a long, long, long monologue on the founding of Amestris. Which continues even as the screen fades to black. Who ever said history wasn’t useful?

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:15:22]

[PC: Breda]

Breda sneaks up to the watchtower, and spots Hawkeye through a telescope, at her sniper spot atop the radio tower. He’s then discovered, but manages to send word to Mustang before he’s knocked out.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:04:48]

[PC: Mustang]

Mustang hears Breda’s message but can’t get any further response from him, and rushes off. Fuery also radios in to warn that Bradley has ordered Mustang’s arrest, saying not to reply before he’s seemingly arrested too. Mustang is then surrounded, but spots a certain gremlin.

[Time left until the fated moment – 00:03:11]

[PC: Ed]

Unsurprisingly, Ed is furious, and proceeds to furiously kick ass via alchemy. Mustang warns him about the plot before leaving. (M: “The Hawk’s Eye is aiming for the stage. She’s being used by them. I don’t want to ask anything of you, but–” E: “Leave it to me.” M: “You’re not surprised? ……so you already noticed.” E: “No. I didn’t know until now.” M: [shrugs with excessive sass])

Other soldiers try to stop Ed, on account of him being Mustang’s ally, leading to an entertaining obstacle course as he dashes towards the stage. (E: “Hah, as if they could keep up with me! [beat] …wait, this isn’t the time for that!”)

We’re now back to the start, at the moment where Claudio begins his speech. From offstage, Ed spots a flash from the radio tower. He rushes forward to tackle Claudio down and gets shot……… on his automail, so it’s all fine!

It gets much less fine a moment later, when the radio tower blows up. Hawkeye pulls Hayate into a hug, trying to shield him as the tower falls onto them, but the entire thing goes up in flames just in time, metal and all. Stunned, Hawkeye turns around amidst the drifting ashes to see none other than…

MUSTANG: Sorry I kept you waiting. You ended up bearing all this alone. HAWKEYE: I chose this myself. MUSTANG: You were trying to protect us, weren’t you? Leave the rest to me. [Hawkeye inhales sharply] Protection is my job. HAWKEYE: Understood.

Meanwhile, back at the ceremony:

AL: Brother! ELENA: Brother! WINRY: Ed! AL: [silently] “Brother”!? Elena definitely said that just now……!

ED: That was close. CLAUDIO: …time to change plans. We’ll retreat for now. [leaves] ED: What was that about……?

There’s a bit more aftermath: Scar talks with another Ishvalan, Envy chews Greed out for letting Hawkeye escape (until Father bitches them out for sibling quarrels), and Bradley says he’ll release Mustang’s team.

We cut to Mustang and Breda right outside the ceremony area:

ED: Is everyone okay!? BREDA: Everyone was let off without censure. Sergeant Fuery, Officer Falman, and Lieutenant Hawkeye are fine too. MUSTANG: “In recognition of heroic actions to save the prince’s life”, apparently. ED: And what about the ceasefire treaty? MUSTANG: It’s taking everything we have just to handle the fallout. About the treaty, or the prince… none of it has been decided. ED: That prince……

AL: [narrating] The prince’s life was saved with Brother’s involvement. It seems that the Fuhrer and his allies had planned from the start to worsen the war by killing the prince. Unaware of all this, Prince Claudio remains in this country, and is said to be hoping to start over on the treaty. But there’s something I’m far more bothered by–

[flashback to Elena shouting “Brother!”]

AL: The word Elena shouted while looking at Prince Claudio… and yet, I wasn’t able to ask her anything. Because it felt like Elena would vanish somewhere, if I did ask……

To be continued.

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And last but not least… the trailer for the next chapter!

WINRY: Oh no, it’s terrible! There’s been a case! A locked-room murder! The name of the case is “The Murder of Colonel Roy Mustang”! ED: So you died without achieving your goal… go to your sleep in peace, Colonel. ROY: Hold it right there! I’m still alive! WINRY: I’ll solve this case for sure! I definitely will! Next time, on FMAB: Daughter of the Dusk, Chapter 9 – Automail Mechanic Winry Rockbell’s Splendid Casebook! ROY: Like I said, stop progressing the story however you like! [gets elbowed(??) by Winry] WINRY: Well then, who’s the culprit!?

[much-obliged-timothy]

Happily Ever Aftermath Part 1

Information of what Happily Ever Aftermath is here

*

The COV became troublesome on Eden-6.

Tim seemed to spend too much of his time driving around to hunt them, and he was feeling burnt out. Between his work, trying to train the people in his community how to fight, and keeping back the COV, his stress was rising and he was slipping back into his nightmares.

When Maya found out, she demanded he come stay with her for a bit on Athenas. The COV hadn’t made it there yet, and it would be a good place for him to relax.

The truth they both knew was that Maya worried about him slipping back into a routine of killing. It would be all too easy to become Handsome Jack again, even after all these years.

Tim reluctantly agreed when his nightmares grew bad enough that he nearly broke his hand punching the wall one night.

He gathered up his stuff, warned his neighbors he was leaving for a while, and told Athena to send his work to his ECHO. He grabbed his brat of a pet and took himself to Athenas.

He’d always assumed that, being a monk, Maya lived modestly. She did not, but she did live comfortably.

“This is it,” Maya said, opening the door to her home.

It was small but comfortable. Shelves stuffed with books, pictures of her with her friends, the comfiest looking couch Tim had ever seen, and various decorations filled the house.

“Come on,” she said. “Your room is next to Ava’s.”

Ava. Right. Tim wasn’t looking forward to that part of this.

Still, Maya led Tim upstairs and into a guest room. “I know it’s pretty empty. Feel free to fill it up however you want.”

“I’m just visiting,” Tim reminded her.

“I know, I know,” she said. “But still. Make yourself comfortable. And don’t let Blue tear up the pillows.”

The cat shot her a glare. Tim tossed him onto the bed, and he let out an offended meow.

“You deserved that. You were being rude,” Tim told him. He flicked his tail unhappily, but bowed his head a little. 

Maya shook her head, smiling a little. “Get settled in. I’ll bring you guys down for dinner when it’s ready.” She put an arm around Tim’s shoulders. “I’m glad you came, Timothy.”

He shifted uncomfortably, still trying to adjust to contact that wasn’t intended to hurt him after all these years. His neighbors might like him, but they rarely touched him due to his reactions to it. It made Maya sad, but she was just relieved he didn’t flinch away from her.

“Yea, thanks for having us,” he said lamely. “Sorry if my cat destroys your house. You got him for me, so it’s technically your fault anyway.”

“Hey, remember that time you shot me?”

Tim glared and pointed at the door. “Get out of my sight. I only have one eye, so it’s really not hard to do. Go.” 

Maya laughed and left the room. Tim kicked the door shut and tossed his bag down on the bed, digging through it for his clothes.

He turned and began putting clothes away in the drawer. Blue hopped off the bed and inspected the room curiously, but quickly grew bored of that and opted for curling up on whatever article of clothing Tim intended to put away next. 

“You’re horrid,” Tim informed him, scratching between his ears.

Tim turned and froze, every protective instinct kicking in because he was positive he’d shut the door, and it now stood open. He crept forward and peeked out into the hallway, but there was no one there.

He tried to calm himself. He was at Maya’s house. No one was going to hurt him.

But still, he did a visual sweep of the room and moved towards Blue to scoop him up. He’d clear the room, then lock the door and finish putting his stuff away. He was just being paranoid. Maybe the door wasn’t great and tended to swing open if it got breezy. One of the doors in his mom’s house did that. He just had to calm down and-

“WELCOME!”

Tim spun, heart slamming as he effortlessly pulled his pistol from the holster and aimed it, finger tight on the trigger.

Ava tried to hide the flicker of fear with a scowl. “You’re not fun to surprise.”

“Holy freaking SHIT, kid,” Tim said in irritation, his voice slipping to the deeper tone Jack’s always had. “I could’ve just blasted your freaking head off. I should’ve. Holy shit. I think I’m having a heart attack.”

“Tim?” Maya ran into the room. “Tim, are you okay?”

“He was going to shoot me,” Ava informed Maya.

“She snuck up on me!” Tim said impatiently, waving his pistol at her.

Maya grabbed his wrist and lowered the pistol. “Ava! I told you to leave him alone until dinner.”

“He left the door unlocked,” Ava said.

“Maya, how do I tell if I’m having a heart attack?” Tim said. “I think I’m having one. This is it. I survived the vault on Elpis, Jack’s abuse, and being hunted by Hyperion just to die here of a heart attack because your pet gremlin snuck in here.”

“Gremlin?” Ava spluttered. 

“Enough, both of you!” Maya said, grabbing Ava and dragging her towards the door. “If you have enough time to scare Tim, you have enough time to help me make dinner.”

“Wait-” Ava started.

“Nope. This is your reality now.” Maya looked over her shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on her. You finish unpacking. And maybe lock the door this time?”

“That won’t stop me,” Ava scoffed.

“Ava,” Maya hissed.

“I mean...yea, no, I said what I meant,” Ava said.

Tim glared at her. “I shot Maya and I’ll shoot you too, kiddo.”

“I could take you,” Ava said.

“Dinner. Now!” Maya said, yanking her out of the room and shutting the door. She dragged Ava down to the kitchen and shot her a stern look. “Ava, I brought him here because he was starting to slip back into his trauma. Scaring him when he’s already on edge won’t help!”

“I’m keeping him on his toes!” Ava said.

“Don’t do that!” Maya said, feeling exasperated. “This is pointless. You’re going to keep doing it, and I’m going to have to keep you and Tim from killing each other. Oh my god. Just...go stir that pot. I don’t even know what’s in it. Just stir it until I say to stop.”

Ava huffed but did as she was told. Maya felt a steady headache coming on, and just hoped this wasn’t how Tim’s whole stay was going to go. Way to get off on the wrong damn foot. 

She mentally sighed. If he was mad about living in a house with Ava, he really wasn’t going to like it when she told him who else was coming to stay with them for a while. 

So much for a relaxing trip to help Tim ease into normalcy. Given their history, she should’ve known this whole thing was going to turn into a major shitshow. But it was too late to back out now, so she’d just have to find a way to make it work.