#but you end up living together later and oh god they're in love with you and you're terrified

[anisohtropy]

kaveh’s really pulling the words out of my brain. this wip was supposed to be just quick practice writing kavetham before I start on my howl’s au for them, but it’s not done and it’s like 13.5k? what’s going on? how did I get here? this isn’t even a complicated wip it’s just my take on kaveh’s participation in the championship event 

idk something about depressed blonde man is making my brain go whrrr and kick out bangers like “guilt is as natural to him as breathing” and “the difference between martyrdom and surrender is nothing on the scale of the universe” like who comes up with that? not anyone who isn’t still unstable from finals that’s for sure anyway I’m almost done with it so watch out

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Em, you probably don't know this, but I actually have a huge weakness for streamer!Kenma. This might be kinda basic but what if streamer!Kenma and streamer!reader are both super popular, and everyone is always begging them to stream together, but what everyone DOESN'T know is that they're secretly dating and are afraid that if they stream together everyone will figure it out :') but it's just a thought so yeah no pressure. I hope you do get some inspo for streamer!Kenma though 💗 ily!

kris i love u and i wrote this just for u <333 it feels like me and u are playing ping pong with the writing brain cell recently. i love it we're so back

streamer!kenma x streamer!reader

featuring: secret relationship, kenma teaches u how to play chess on stream, loving banter, little bits of chess talk. i tried not to put too much streamer talk in this so it was actually readable and not cringe. gender neutral reader word count: 1882

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Kenma was just about to end his stream when he noticed your name being typed in the chat. Someone linked a clip of you from your stream - which was currently live - so he clicked it. 

A text to speech message read out loud, “Are you going to be in Noya’s next event?” and as you were focusing on your gameplay, you took a second to reply. 

“Am I… No, I don’t think so.” 

Kenma laughed while you struggled your way through playing MineCraft. 

“I was invited but - chat, I don’t want to start any drama but I kind of don’t want to play in it if Kenma’s playing, and someone told me he was invited.” 

Kenma barked a laugh, a loud noise that was rarely heard from him, as you shrugged and struggled to hide your smile. 

“There, I said it! If it starts drama, so be it!” You put your hands up in defense, laughing at yourself. 

The clip ended, so he immediately opened your stream, and you were still talking about him. 

He couldn’t hide his smile if he tried - he only hoped none of his viewers noticed the fondness in his eyes. 

The two of you had been dating for at least a year, and it was the best kept secret of his career.

There was a joke online about the two of you not liking each other. It all started when you were openly avoiding him in a game lobby with other streamers - from there, it grew into a bit that you committed to full throttle. 

Everyone knew you and Kenma were friends in real life. You shared a friend group, and often streamed with the same people. Online, however, you made a spectacle of not liking him. 

Kenma found it hilarious, and so did your chat. 

“Do you guys know he cheats in like, every game he plays?” 

“That’s not true!” He was laughing and rolling his eyes at the same time. “Oh my god.” 

He typed his words in your chat, and he watched the messages flood with his name. 

Your eyes widened a little when you read, “Is he in chat? Kenma, go away. This stream isn’t for you.” 

He typed a simple, “no,” and you scoffed at it. 

“Every time I mention your name you show up - I know you love the drama.” 

A few seconds later a text to speech message read, “he’s such a theater kid,” and at the sound of your laughter, he closed your stream. 

“I’m not a theater kid.” He sank a little in his chair, watching his chat being filled with emotes. “I literally played sports in high school!” 

It was only a few days later when he was sent another clip from your stream, this time from a text to speech donation. 

“Kenma, I think you need to see this.” 

He clicked the link and saw you were once again playing MineCraft. 

It was a long clip - in the game, you jumped off your boat into the ocean and started swimming to the bottom. Everyone in your chat was telling you not to, but you didn’t listen. 

“I’m not going to die. Why would I die? This is the best run I’ve had. I’m not going to die.” 

That’s when he realized you were playing the hardcore version of the game, meaning if you died, the game was over. 

He watched as you swam down into a huge ravine, and he had a feeling he knew what would happen as your character’s air bubbles were slowly popping. 

“Do you want to make a bet? If I die here I will do anything you want. Anything. Because I’m not going to die!” 

As you said that, your character started taking damage. And you tried swimming back up to the surface of the water, but you weren’t fast enough. You almost made it, and then - game over!

Your head was in your hands as the chat on screen spammed, “stream with Kenma!” 

Three days later, you were forced to take your punishment. 

Your viewers had been asking you to stream with Kenma for a long time, and you always avoided it with a joke - never revealing the real reason you didn’t want to go live with him. 

It wasn’t the end of the world if your relationship became public, but you knew things would be much easier in private. It wasn’t something you were trying to hide, but you weren’t posting it proudly, either. 

You decided on streaming Kenma teaching you how to play chess. He’d been playing a lot online, and you hoped it wouldn’t take longer than an hour. You were too nervous to go any longer than that. 

Kenma was late to answering your call. When he finally answered, you immediately started berating him. 

“Have you ever been on time?” 

“I was just seeing how long you’d wait for me,” he said. 

“If you never showed up, I would have gotten out of doing this.” 

He pulled up your stream just so he could look at you - even though he’d seen you just a few minutes ago. You were just down the hall, but nobody watching knew that. 

“Have you been watching my stream this whole time?” 

He grinned, “No, I’ve never watched your stream.” 

“Then why are you always in my chat?” 

You sat with your legs crossed, playing with the necklace you always wore - the one he bought for you just a few months ago. He loved seeing you wear it. 

“Because you’re always talking about me, like you’re obsessed with me or something.” 

“Can we get to the game? You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” 

Kenma wasn���t a good teacher - far from it - but he tried his best. After teaching you the names of all the pieces and how they moved, you were ready to play a game that he’d guide you through. You played white, he played black. 

“Can you just teach me the best opening in the game? I don’t need to know anything complicated.” 

“...Okay.” 

He took a second to decide. Once he made up his mind, he started giving his instructions. 

“The first move is pawn to f3.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Do you see the pawns?” 

You laughed, because the way he said it sounded like he was talking to a kid. “Yes, I see the pawns!”

“Move the one on the F file up one square.” After a second you made your move, and it was his turn: pawn to e6. “Now pawn to g4.” 

“What’s this opening called?” 

He didn’t reply, instead, he was distracted by his chat. By now, everyone had already figured out what he was doing, and the messages they were sending made him laugh. 

“Kenma?” 

“It’s called the Fool’s Mate,” he said. 

“Why?” 

He had to push his microphone away from his face so you wouldn’t hear him laugh, but he pulled it back to say, “I think this is why.” 

He made his next move: queen to h4. And a window popped up on his screen, You Won! 

“What the fuck!” 

“Good game.”

“Kenma, what the fuck!” 

“You made it too easy.” 

“Kenma.” You were whining his name, sinking into your chair. “This is why I don’t like you.” 

“Everyone knew I would beat you, I just sped things up.” 

“That’s not true!” 

“You’re always such a sore loser,” he mumbled. 

“You’re always a cheater.” 

Twenty minutes later, you were in the middle of a real game - if Kenma telling you which moves to make could be considered real. And both of you had successful streams so far, your viewers none the wiser to the truth of your relationship. 

It was easy, he realized, and fun. He hated how funny you were, because you could make him laugh more than anyone, and he was sure he seemed completely lovesick. 

“I think you should move the bishop,” Kenma suggested when you took more than two minutes to offer your next move. 

“Uh…” 

“The bishop.” 

“I don’t remember which one that is!” 

Kenma waited for you to figure it out, and then you moved your queen. 

And he was truly disappointed, because that was the one move you shouldn’t have made. He couldn’t even laugh. 

“You just sacrificed your queen.” 

“I don’t even know what that means!” 

“Babe - that was a total blunder!” His queen captured yours, and he realized this may have been a complete waste of time. “You lost your most important piece!” 

“I thought that was the bishop, Ken!” 

He sighed, acting as dramatic as possible. “You haven’t learned a thing. It’s basically game over, now,” and he scanned the chess board on his screen, looking for the quickest way to end the game. 

He looked over at his chat to see it was being spammed with question marks, and then his phone vibrated with a message from you. 

It read, “you just let the cat out of the bag.” 

“Oh,” he said. He laughed, because he only just realized what he said - the nickname had slipped before he could catch himself - and something awkward started to settle. But he shrugged it off. “Oops.” 

He started texting you back until you said, “are you disappointed in me, babe?” 

“Oh my god.” He sat his phone down, ignoring your message completely. “Stop flirting with me.” 

“You said it first!” 

“It was an accident!” 

You texted him again. “Should we just tell them?” 

He typed back, “I think so.” 

“Okay, wait,” you said. “Everyone go look at Kenma’s stream. He’s going to do something really cool while I go to the bathroom.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He opened your stream in another tab and watched you get up from your seat. 

Everyone in your chat and his was confused - as was he. 

Then, his door opened, and you walked in. 

“What are you doing?” he laughed. 

“I wanted to come say hi.” You walked over to him, grabbing the back of his chair and turning it back and forth just to bother him. “Wait, are you streaming?” 

He scoffed, but it was all affectionate. “You’re so dumb.” 

You looked down at his screen and waved, “hi chat!” and then noticed he had your stream on his second monitor. “You’re watching my stream!” 

“Yeah, I’m a fan,” he joked. 

He knew the chat would be filled with questions and reactions, but he didn’t care at all. He found this entire thing hilarious, and judging by the smirk on your face, you did too. 

When you finally got back to your room, you sat down as if nothing had even happened. 

“Okay, can you teach me what a Queen’s Gambit is?” 

“No, because you can’t even tell me which piece is the queen.” 

Later that night when you had both ended your livestreams, both of you made your own posts on twitter acknowledging the announcement you’d made. Kenma posted a photo of you with his cat in your lap - the one that had been his phone wallpaper since he’d taken it. You posted the first selfie you’d taken together - both without captions, because there was no explanation required. 

And if you kept acting like you hated Kenma during your stream, he’d be the only one allowed to call your bluff.

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[engie-ivy]

(December time! Festive fics! Trigger warning: mentions of assault, but nothing graphic. Happy ending though🙂)

1257 words.

When his friends are forced to spend Christmas without Sirius, all they can do is hope for a Christmas miracle.

Until You're Home Again

It’s Gonna Be a Cold Cold Christmas - Dana Scallon

“Hello love,” Remus leans over and kisses Sirius’ cheek. “It's cold outside. You would be freezing, stubbornly insisting on still wearing that leather jacket of yours.”

He takes off his coat and hangs it over the chair, rubbing his hands together to get some warmth in them. Before he sits down, he trails his fingers gently across Sirius’ cheek.

“Oh, before I forget.” He rummages through his coat pocket. “Mary baked you a batch of your favourite cookies. I'll just put them here beside you, so you can eat them when… when you can, okay, love?” His hand trembles slightly as he places the box on Sirius’ bedside table.

“Christmas is coming up soon, you know? I haven't put up the tree this year.” He chuckles. “I can just imagine how you would scold me for my lack of Christmas cheer, wouldn't you, love?”

The only response he gets is the steady beep of the machine.

Lily slides into the chair across from Remus and passes over a hot chocolate. “How was he today?”

Remus shrugs, fiddling with the lid of his cup. “The same, I guess. At least it's not worse, but it's not… better either.”

Lily sighs. “I'm sorry. And any news on the upcoming trial?”

“Our lawyer has suggested postponing,” Remus replies, still staring at his cup. “She says that if we wait, maybe we can charge them with murder instead of attempted murder or aggravated assault.” He swallows. “And I want them to get the maximum sentence, of course I do, but…” He looks up and meets Lily's eyes. “I don't want to lose him. I can't… Oh god, I can't lose him, Lily.” His voice breaks towards the end.

A determined look appears on Lily's face. “She's a lawyer, not a doctor! Whatever she has to say about Sirius waking up or not doesn't matter!”

Remus averts his eyes again. “The doctors aren't giving me much hope either. All they're saying is that they had hoped Sirius would've shown more signs of consciousness by now.”

Lily reaches over and squeezes Remus’ hand. “You should come over to our place after visiting hours tomorrow. It's Christmas Day, and we're all getting together.”

“I don't know, Lils,” Remus replies. “I'm not really in the mood for a celebration.”

“Remus John Lupin,” Lily says sternly. “If you think that we're all merrily going to be singing Christmas carols around the Christmas tree while Sirius is in the hospital in such a state you are sorely mistaken!” She lowers her voice. “We're all going to be miserable. We just figured we could be miserable together.”

“I'm sorry, Lily,” Remus says. “Of course you're not…” He shakes his head. “I'm sorry, and I'd love to come over tomorrow.”

Lily smiles at him. “And who knows, maybe we'll get a Christmas miracle.”

1 year later

“Oi! Those cookies are for tonight!” Mary snatches the box away.

“Awww, come on, Mary,” Sirius pouts. “Last year I wasn't able to eat any. I have to make up for lost time.”

“Sirius Orion Black. Are you using what happened to you as a way to get cookies?”

“It depends,” Sirius says. “Is it working?”

“Dammit, yes, it is.” Mary hands him back the box.

James and Lily come out of the kitchen, just as Marlene and Dorcas arrive. “Dinner is in the oven,” James says. “And should be ready within half an hour.”

“Marls, look!” Sirius says, as Marlene kisses his cheek to greet him. He lifts up his right arm almost over his head. “I almost have full range of motion back in my arm!”

“That's amazing!” Marlene beams at him. “All your hard work in physical therapy is really paying off!”

“And I went to the supermarket on my own yesterday,” Sirius adds.

“Mate, I'm so proud of you!” James places a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as he smiles at him even brighter than Marlene.

Sirius huffs. “You two saving lives in the Emergency Room on a daily basis, acting all proud just because I went to a supermarket.”

“Our jobs have nothing to do with how hard you've been working in exposure therapy,” James says sternly. “What we do for a living doesn't take anything away from your hard-earned progress.”

“Yes,” Marlene agrees. “You're actually facing your fears, which is the most difficult thing anyone can do.”

“And he's not the only one,” Lily whispers, looking at Remus.

Remus bites his lip, because she isn't wrong. Remus has been having… not the easiest time himself.

Sirius needs to learn by exposure that it's safe for him to go outside on his own and he doesn't have to be afraid, and it won't be at all helpful for his progress if his boyfriend would prefer to lock him up inside a room where nothing bad can ever happen to him ever again. Sirius is working very hard in exposure therapy, and the last thing Remus wants is to make it more difficult for him by adding his own worries. Just like Sirius, Remus needs to learn nothing bad is going to happen when Sirius goes out on his own.

But then again, Remus didn't think anything bad was going to happen when Sirius went out for a run that one morning.

“This looks wonderful, James,” Fabian and Gideon say in unison, looking at the table covered with food.

Lily nudges James. “Make a toast, honey.”

Mary looks around the room threateningly, making Peter cower. “My make-up is on point today, so no one dare make me cry.”

James chuckles. “I'll keep it short then. Here's to Christmas Eve all together as it should be!”

Everyone holds up their glasses. “To Christmas Eve all together!”

But before they can all start to eat, Remus scrapes his throat and gets to his feet. “I actually have something to say as well.”

“I'm warning you, Lupin…” Mary says with a glare.

“Last year, I thought I was never going to spend Christmas with you ever again,” Remus speaks, turning to Sirius, who is, of course, sitting next to him. “And that made me realize I never want to spend Christmas without you ever again. Apparently, never leaving you out of my sight for a single moment is considered ‘unhealthy’ according to my therapist. So, since I can't glue myself to your side all day, at least I want to come home to you at the end of the day. Always.” Remus drops down to one knee and pulls out a square box from his inner pocket. He flips it open, displaying an elegant, silver ring. “Sirius Orion Black. Will you marry me?”

“Oh my god.” Sirius presses his hands to his mouth as tears well up in his eyes. “Rem…Really? I mean, are you sure?” He takes one of Remus’ hands in his own, the tears now streaming down his face. “I know I like to show how much better I'm doing, but the truth is, I'm still such a mess. Gods, Rem, I can barely go outside by myself! Are you sure you want to be dealing with all of that?”

“One hundred percent,” Remus replies instantly, though his voice is a little choked by the emotions. “Everything. Forever.”

Sirius searches Remus’ eyes for a moment. “Yes,” he then says. “Yes. Please, yes.” He lets himself fall forward into Remus’ arms.

“Damn you, Remus Lupin,” Mary sobs, mascara streaks running down her cheeks.

“Sorry,” Remus says, but he actually isn't sorry at all. Not with his Christmas miracle in his arms.

[childrenofcain-if]

That scenario with D and MC having an argument while being long distance has me thinking how it'd go for them to spend time together at the farm? Especially for a spoiled MC who has never done any farm work 🤣

What would D's reaction be while they're complaining that there's dirt on their hands and their $1000 branded shoes, almost having a stroke when they step into fresh cow shit. I do think at the end my MC would try to adjust and even try to bond with the farm animals because they love D too much to do otherwise

the diaconu’s farmhouse looked like something out of a postcard, except for the way the air smelled—earthy and alive, undercut with the tang of manure.

it was sprawled out across rolling fields of tall grass, speckled with wildflowers, and the old oak trees loomed like sentinels guarding the quiet. the house itself had been scrubbed clean of its former dilapidation—new paint on the weathered boards, the wraparound porch gleaming like something out of a country living magazine. it was picturesque, serene, but utterly foreign to you.

and while it was all beautiful, sure, you couldn’t stop glaring at your brand new louboutins.

“oh my god, do you know how much these cost?” you said for what felt like the hundredth time, holding up one leg to inspect the damage. the soles were caked with mud, the once-pristine leather now streaked with grime. “this is disgusting. why would you bring me here? why did i let you bring me here?”

D laughed, the sound as bright as sunlight off metal. “you could’ve worn boots like i told you to.”

“boots wouldn’t have helped,” you muttered, pulling at a loose clump of dirt. “this whole place is a death trap for footwear.”

D, who was busy tying a tarp over a stack of hay bales, grinned at you over their shoulder. their gunmetal gray eyes twinkled and their brown hair caught the light just so. they looked unfairly gorgeous for someone who’d spent the last half-hour shoveling hay. “you’ll survive, city slicker.”

“i’m not a city slicker,” you shot back, crossing your arms.

“oh yeah, sweet cheeks? when’s the last time you touched dirt on purpose?”

you opened your mouth to argue, but then there was a squelch.

D froze, looking down at their boot, which was firmly planted in a pile of fresh cow manure. you froze too, horrified on their behalf, until D burst into laughter.

“oh my god,” you said, positively freaking out. “oh my god. i think i’m going to die. get me out of here!”

“it’s just cow shit,” D said, still laughing as they scraped their boot against a patch of grass. “relax.”

“relax?” you said, incredulous. “that’s easy for you to say. you’re used to this. i’m an innocent witness. a victim.”

D shook their head, their smile as unbothered as the wind brushing through the fields. “you’ve never been funnier, you know that?”

“is that a real chicken?!”

***

the first few days were hard.

you complained constantly—about the bugs, the heat, the chores that D somehow convinced you to help with.

milking a cow turned out to be more terrifying than you’d anticipated, and the chickens seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

you refused to wear anything other than your designer clothes, which only made everything worse, and every time you got dirt under your nails, you threatened to call an uber back to civilization.

D, for their part, took it all in stride. they teased you mercilessly but never in a way that felt mean.

when you were the one who accidentally stepped in cow shit the first time and started screaming loud enough for people to hear you in the nearby city, they laughed so hard they had to sit down, but later, they cleaned your shoes without you even asking.

“this place is cursed,” you said one evening, collapsing onto the porch swing after a particularly grueling day. your arms ached, your hair was a mess, and there was a smudge of grease on your jeans.

D sat down beside you, their face glowing with the kind of happiness that only came from being somewhere you truly belonged.

“it’s not cursed,” they said, leaning back and looking out at the horizon. “you’re just not used to it yet.”

“that’s an understatement, rook. i grew up in air-conditioned luxury. i’m not built for this life.”

they laughed again, soft and affectionate. “maybe not, but you’re doing better than i thought you would.”

you shot them a skeptical look. “that’s not exactly a compliment.”

“it is when you think about how pampered you are.”

“excuse me?”

“i mean it in the nicest way,” they said, holding up their hands in mock surrender. “you’re trying. that’s what matters.”

you wanted to argue, but the sincerity in their voice stopped you. instead, you muttered, “i’m only trying because i love you.”

D’s smile was so wide it felt like it could split the sky. “i love you too, my gorgeous city slicker.”

***

as the days went on, you found yourself adjusting in ways you hadn’t expected.

you stopped flinching at the sight of dirt, started remembering to wear the boots D bought for you instead of your ruined designer shoes. you even began to enjoy some of the chores—not because they were fun, but because they made D happy, and seeing D happy made everything else worth it.

you bonded with the animals, too, though it took time. the cows were less terrifying when you realized how gentle they could be, and the chickens stopped pecking at you quite so viciously.

one particularly stubborn goat, marcus, became your unlikely favorite, and D teased you endlessly about how you’d started sneaking it extra treats.

“see?” they said one afternoon, watching as you scratched the goat’s ears. “told you you’d come around.”

“don’t get cocky,” you replied, but there was no real bite to your words.

but as much as you still grumbled and complained, there was something magnetic about D’s ease. the way they moved through this place—like the land and the air knew them—made you feel like an outsider in the best way.

you followed them around reluctantly, watching as they worked with a kind of practiced motions, securing gates, checking on animals, tinkering with an old pickup truck parked under a tree.

it was easy to forget, sometimes, that they’d lived a whole life before you. that this farmhouse and these fields had been theirs long before san francisco, long before yale.

they’d told you about it before—about summers spent baling hay and feeding chickens, about the farmhands who taught them to swear in three different languages—but the reality of it hit different.

***

D watched you from a distance one day as you were petting one of the fluffy, brown highland cows, their hands busy under the hood of the pickup truck but their eyes constantly flickering to where you stood.

they weren’t sure what they’d expected when they brought you here for the summer—maybe for you to complain the whole time, maybe for you to hate it—but seeing you with the cows, with dirt on your hands and dirty boots, felt like something they hadn’t let themself hope for.

when they glanced at the flatbed of the truck, their gaze landed on the pair of gloves you’d both left there earlier. their gloves, worn and patched in places, were next to yours, which were new but now had slight smudges of mud. something about the sight made D pause.

this place had always been a piece of them, something they couldn’t forget no matter how far away they moved. but seeing you here, trying despite yourself, made it feel like something new. like it wasn’t just theirs anymore.

you glanced up, catching their eye. “what?” you asked, brushing your hands off on your jeans.

D shook their head, their smile softening. “nothing. this summer has just been full of surprises.”

you walked over, brushing a stray piece of hay off your sweater. “well, don’t get used to it. this is a one-time thing.”

“sure it is,” D said, their smile widening.

the sun was starting to set, casting the fields in gold and pink. you sat beside D on the edge of the flatbed, watching as the cows wandered back toward the barn.

“this place is beautiful,” you said finally, your voice softer than before.

D nodded, their gaze fixed on the horizon. “yeah. it really is.”

you hesitated, then reached out, your hand brushing against theirs. “i can see the appeal now. at least a little.”

D turned to look at you, their expression unreadable but warm. “thanks for being here with me.”

“thanks for not laughing at me when i screamed about the dirt during the first day here,” you replied, trying to lighten the mood.

“i mean, i definitely laughed,” D said, their grin breaking through. “but i’ll pretend i didn’t, for your sake.”

you rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the smile that broke through your lips.

***

for D, this really was a dream.

they told you about it during your last night together at the farmhouse as you sat on the porch, watching the fireflies dance in the twilight. the air was warm and sweet, and for once, you weren’t thinking about the dirt under your nails or the soreness in your muscles.

“i used to think about this place all the time,” they said, their voice quiet. “when i was a kid, it was like... like magic. i loved it so much. i never wanted to leave.”

“and now?” you asked, leaning against their shoulder.

“now it’s even better,” they said, turning their gray gaze towards you. “because you’re here.”

you looked at them, startled by the honesty in their tone. “even though i’m a spoiled brat sometimes who whines about everything?”

D laughed, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. “even then. especially then.”

[zionworkzs]

Okay, but I need to talk about Good Omens and The Sound of Music.

First of all, I’m genuinely obsessed with it being explicitly canon that The Sound of Music exists in the GO universe and is, for some reason, God’s favorite movie. Neil says here that Heaven misses the point of the movie/musical, but I find it incredibly fascinating that Aziraphale outwardly despises it. 

Brief summary of The Sound of Music incoming as well as some really interesting parallels:

So we've got Julie Andrews playing Maria, who is studying to become a nun in an abbey in Salzburg. Problem is, she isn't the best nun, and is often late to chapel and just isn't the shining beacon of holiness that the rest of the nuns expect her to be.

In response to this, the Reverend Mother of the abbey decides to send Maria to live with sexy widower Georg von Trapp, a navy captain who desperately needs help with his seven children. The Captain is a bit of a hard-ass since the death of his wife, and has been treating his kids like little soldiers as well as banning music from the house.

The 7 kids are rambunctious and make things difficult for Maria at first. But one night, a thunderstorm scares them, and they run to Maria for comfort. The kids realize that Maria is really fun, and then later, when their dad is off to Vienna, the kids and Maria end up running around Salzburg singing, dancing, climbing trees, and having a blast.

When the Captain comes home and hears about this, he sends Maria away. But then he overhears the children singing a song Maria taught them and he gets all emo and remembers how much music meant to him and his late wife. He asks Maria to stay after hearing the song, telling her she's brought joy back to their house.

And oops, Maria and the Captain are falling for each other, but the Captain is sort of kind of dating this blonde bombshell.

There's a big fuck-off party, and the Captain and Maria dance together.

But, oh, no, Blondie saw them and can clearly tell they're in love. She tells Maria what she's seen and Maria is freaking out cause she's just realized she's in love.

Mentally, my girl Maria is going through a lot. She thinks she’s disappointed God by falling in love when she was supposed to be doing a job. She feels scared by the depth of her feelings and because of all these emotions, she runs away. Back to the Abbey. Back to presumed safety.

Mother Superior figures out what happened real quick and tells Maria that she isn’t wrong for falling in love. She sends her back to the Von Trapps, and it's such a great scene. If you wanna watch, I included a link below.

Maria goes back, and the kids are elated and she and the Captain confess their feelings (and oh my god, don't even get me started on the lyrics to the song they sing to each other while confessing, Something Good).

(I’m unwell.)

So that's the Sound of Music. There's a subplot going on with WW2 and the Captain being pressured to join the Nazi regime (which he is very against). King, we love him.

I pointed out some obvious parallels, but I'd also like to pull some random thoughts together here:

Mother Superior (God) is the one that sends Maria (Aziraphale) to help the Von Trapps (humans) in the first place.

Maria (Aziraphale) extends grace and patience with the children (humans) and refuses to give up on them, even going so far as to disobey their father by letting them fuck around and be kids (going against God's wishes and giving humans the flaming sword).

Mother Superior (God) also sends Maria (Aziraphale) back to the Von Trapps after realizing that Maria (Aziraphale) is in love with the Captain (Crowley).

Here's to hoping we see God telling Azi that loving a demon is chill and he should go back to earth in S3.

Overall, it's incredibly amusing to me that Aziraphale, our Aziraphale, doesn't like The Sound of Music, with the main plot being about a woman who choses love over religious obligations and a man who rejects an authoritarian regime so that he might make his own way in the world.

Maybe Aziraphale recognizes the parallels and is in denial. Or maybe he just prefers Sondheim...

[brotherwtf]

the whole thing of austin doing pottery and making callum an ashtray had me immediately thinking of john & gale doing pottery together on a date. what kind of dates do you think they’d enjoy going on together or they’d like to plan?

oh my God so cute anon!

John and Gale would DEFINITELY do pottery together, I feel like Gale would take it super serious and John would be trying to do the scene from "Ghost" the whole time. Gale would eventually have to banish him back to his pottery wheel just so he can get smth done.

I feel like John would take Gale to Lake Michigan if they lived in Wisconsin, they would spend a day out there with John goofing in the water and Gale watching him fondly from the beach. At the end of the day they would walk along the shore and hold hands, talking about everything and nothing

They would go to the movies together, I feel like John really likes those cheesy romcoms while Gale likes scifi movies. There's always something playing at the theater that interests them. I have this cute idea where they're both huge wimps when it comes to horror, so they spend Halloween night cuddled under a blanket and trying not to freak the fuck out as they watch a horror film that Curt recommended (they'll beat his ass for it later)

Gale likes to take John horseback riding; there's a place that offers trail riding near them and they go almost every week. Gale likes the calmness of it, while John likes to see Gale so in his element. It's one of their calmer dates for sure.

Hehe I'm giggling thinking about Gale taking John to an amusement park, but immediately getting chicken whenever John tries to get him on a ride. Finally, John is able to pull Gale onto a rollercoaster, and Gale immediately becomes a thrill junky. He loves the stomach dropping intensity of it, the speed, the height, he loves it all. Maybe they go to amusement parks a lot during the summer.

I think they also like to do picnics, taking lunch out into a park or open space near them and just enjoying each other's company. John will point out cloud shapes that he thinks are funny, and when night comes Gale would name all of the constellations they can see. They usually just end up making out under the stars, but they couldn't be happier.

Gale would take John to baseball games even though he doesn't understand what's going on, he just likes to see John bursting with excitement. He'll sit and eat his stadium hot dog and smile fondly at John's loud cheers and shouts. If their team wins, John would pick up Gale by the waist and spin him around triumphantly, both laughing like children.

John would take Gale to all sorts of science museums, he likes to hear Gale talk when he's excited. A lot of the stuff goes over his head, but he just likes to watch fondly as Gale's eyes widen at a scientific instrument or exhibit. They'll walk into the planetarium, and when it empties they'll kiss tenderly under the projected images.

oooo this one made me giddy I loved writing about it :,)

lmk y'all's hcs for this!

[forgeofthenine]

How would the Tieflings react to an Aasimar partner? How would they initially react to learning that before they're together? How would they feeI about the whole 'forces of evil seek to destroy them' thing? And how would they react if their partner just kinda drop something like "Oh yeah, my deity/celestial guide thinks you're pretty great". Also, I can't get the idea of wing hugs out of my mind (if they're a Protector Aasimar).

(We can't play as an Aasimar in game, and I'm grumpy about it. They're 100% my fave race.)

While I understand why larian didn't make aasimars a playable race I'm still very disappointed because they are far and away one of my absolute favourite races and I've played them in DND in the past. This set of headcanons ended up being way more 'story focused' than I initially expected so I might go back in and do a set of more casual ones later on, but I hope everyone enjoys them! <3

The bachelors dating an Aasimar headcanons

Dammon

Dammon hardly knew you were an Aasimar to start with, only that you were unique

With pale, milky eyes that contained no pupils you were quite the sight, and often assumed blind

This is what the blacksmith thought when he offered to help you make your way across a river

Anyone can imagine how stunned he was when you gleefully thanked him before complimenting his own eyes, comparing them to a golden halo

He soon found himself lucky enough to run into you during his travels with the refugees, always vying for your attention when you appeared in camp

You often won card games played with the others, and sung drunken songs for the children later in the night, and Dammon admired your joy in such dark times

Before long, the two of you were romantically involved and living quite happily in Baldurs Gate

You'd been there with Dammon through thick and thin, entering the city and helping him set up his own forge

The whole time he always called you his good luck charm, leading to an endearing blush and chuckle from you

That is, until a follower of Beshaba darkened your door and held a knife to your throat

It was only after that you decided to tell Dammon a long held secret, that you were descended from Lady Luck herself, Tymora

The gleeful and sometimes impetuous goddess had birthed a daughter to one of her human lovers, an Aasimar who went on to have her own family

For many generations your own family claimed descendance from Tymoras daughter, despite appearing to be normal humans

You provided proof with your birth, bearing blank eyes still blessed with sight and the luck of Tymora herself

You weren't strong like other great protector Aasimar, and you had no real contact with your now reclusive ancestor, but you tried to spread joy where you went and aimed to live a good life

Dammon, for what it's worth, took the news well and was glad to find no more secrets between the two of you

Incidentally, he also kept a much better eye on you, now he knew there was a minor target on your back

You can bet he brags about having his very own 'Lady luck' much to your amusement

Zevlor

Since the first moment he saw you Zevlor knew he was in love

Him, a young hellrider recruit, standing in front of a radiant Aasimar with the most beautiful wings he's ever laid eyes on

You were the very image of divine protection, a grandchild of the god he's devoted his life to serving, the grandchild of Helm

You spent much of your time with the hellriders, supervising their training and often joining in

Though no one seemed to realise you had eyes for one tiefling in particular, including that same tiefling

You'd often find reasons to be around Zevlor, insisting on helping him maintain weapons or offering help as a sparring partner

Even when Zevlor was a young man, years before Elturels descent, he still thought himself unworthy of your attention despite how often you gave it to him

What could a descendant of a god want with a simple hellspawn like him?

It was entirely up to you to knock some sense into him

Something you happily did one evening, pinning him during a sparring match and questioning his feelings

It was soon after he was officially courting you, much to the amusement and jealousy of others in the ranks

Everyone could see how proud Zevlor was, absolutely radiant whenever in your presence

He never worried himself too much either with worries of you being attacked, fully believing in both your own strength and the protection of your grandfather

It was a protection he often relied on once the tieflings needed to flee their home

Zevlor spent nights wrapped up in your arms and wings when you could convince him to come to bed

He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even when you insisted on taking some of his worries for yourself

It was only once the two of you made it to Baldurs gate, battered and scarred, that the two of you can truly relax

Calling upon your grandfather's grace for the last time to create a safe home for you and your lover

Something Zevlor is eternally greatful for, finally able to ask for your hand in marriage like he's been dreaming of for years

Rolan

Rolan had originally assumed you to be a tiefling when he first saw you in Elturel

Silver skin wasn't a particularly uncommon colour, though few tieflings in the city possessed it

It was only upon closer inspection that he realised you weren't a tiefling, you were a wholly different variety of planetouched

From first meeting you found yourself fond of Rolan and his siblings, Cal and Lia mercilessly teasing Rolan after stumbling across the two of you chatting in a bookstore

Despite your free roaming nature that often kept you travelling, staying near the wizard in training was too good an opportunity to miss and you soon settled nearby

Afternoons were spent with you watching his magic practices, teaching Cal to cook, and joking around with Lia

That is, until Elturel fell

Soon yours and Rolans easy comfort was in turmoil and your days were spent trying to protect the three tieflings you'd grown to love

Rolan himself was near as protective of you as he was of his siblings, hardly letting you out of his sight even once you'd made it onto the road as refugees

He never quite understood how you could be so happy under such awful conditions, hoping this 'adventure' of yours would be over quickly

You were sure to know it too, with him loudly complaining until you'd placate the wizard with kind words and by taking his hand in yours

Through the whole journey you were his biggest cheerleader and support, even as he lashed out after his siblings abduction

It was after that incident Rolan realised how important you were to him, seeing him at his meanest and ugliest but still sticking around

Soon after his dreams drifted from becoming an accomplished and revered wizard to starting a life with you in Baldurs Gate

That dream was near shattered, however, when he was taken into Lorroakans tutelage and found himself beaten and separated from his family

You had been fuming every time you saw him, fruitlessly trying to convince him to leave with you

His saving grace was when you and Dame Aylin came to ruin Lorroakan, your true power as an assimar becoming apparent as you stretch your wings and call upon your mother's favour

The corrupt wizard didn't stand a chance against the children of Selune and Avandra after scorning them so

Soon enough Rolan was back in your arms, and after so much turmoil he can't help but finally admit his feelings for you

What the wizard didn't expect was for you to laugh before kissing him, telling him that you'd known for months

His pout after that is legendary, but Rolan couldn't be happier than when you have your wings securely wrapped around him

[hell-drabbles]

Mock-up Card 1

Basically it's just an L Card with the Embittered Companion and Lucifer working together because my brain is stuck on that for some reason? It's weird. Anyways, when you activate the Ultimate Skill of this card, you switch to either Lucifer or the Embittered Companion. A sort of, two-in-one card. Embittered Companion is all about dealing damage while Lucifer is all about healing. There's a boost to their ATK for a good while after switching. Don't ask about the numbers, I didn't think of them at aaaall.

Also I don't have it in me to write prose right now, so here be lines!!!

[First Encounter]

YOU: Hey. It's been how many years? You know, since I last took up a weapon to chase people away? It's pretty nostalgic, honestly. LUCIFER: …are you already forgetting what you promised us? YOU: I'm not gonna charge in head first, you two. Get off my ass.

[Level Up]

YOU: What I lack… LUCIFER: I'll make up.

[Evolve]

YOU: It would be nice, to have less lives lost. LUCIFER: But all we can do is continue on, until the very end.

[Ultimate Skill 1]

YOU: Go ahead and take a nap, Lucifer.

[Ultimate Skill 2]

LUCIFER: Sit. Rest. You're bleeding.

[Upon Death]

YOU: I'm still shit at keeping promises huh? LUCIFER: It's not your fault. Let's go.

[Victory 1]

YOU: Glad to see you've been focusing on the task at hand, Ra-on. Well, battle's over, so you can do whatever the hell you want.

[Victory 2]

LUCIFER: This is something to celebrate about, isn't it? …yes, you'll be invited to the party.

[Defeat]

LUCIFER: A mortal body such as their's does not deserve to have injuries like this. Keep quiet, they'll wake up. I know they will.

[Lobby Interaction 1]

YOU: It's kind of funny to me that, after all that, my normal body hasn't really changed one bit. Still the same strength, still the same weaknesses. LUCIFER: It doesn't make it any less remarkable to me. YOU: So you and Ra-on say. Well, I've been in this body longer than anyone, so I wouldn't know what to be impressed by. Everything about this body is just uninteresting to me. Doesn't make me any less happy that I'm back in it, though.

[Lobby Interaction 2]

YOU: Hmm? What are you staring at us for, Ra-on? We that good of a sight? …happy, huh? Yeah, I suppose Lucifer and I make each other pretty happy. Don't discount yourself though, buddy. Wouldn't be in the place that I am without your help.

[Lobby Interaction 3]

LUCIFER: Your hands. Let me see them. YOU: Huh? Alright, but why? LUCIFER: Ra-on told me you forgot about your blisters. YOU: Oh. Oh! No, yeah I did forget. Whoops. But hey, at least I'm wearing gloves this time around, so they're not that bad. None of them popped, so they should heal nicely.

[Lobby Interaction 4]

LUCIFER: If you wanted to destroy Heaven, would you? I wouldn't blame you if you answered 'yes.' YOU: …maybe a younger, more freshly wounded version of myself would've said yes, but as I am now, no. The fate of Heaven is not mine to control. I can only control the distance between me and that place. Besides, I'll hold onto hope that the angels will eventually weed out that sickening need to be superior.

[Lobby Interaction 5]

LUCIFER: Shh. They haven't rested well last night. Whatever it is you want to ask, save it for later. Hmm? Mm. Yes, they're… still haunted by everything. Not even in sleep can they be allowed to escape. A curse that not even my powers can relieve.

[Lobby Interaction 6]

YOU: You know, I haven't heard the name Solomon in a while. Did you finally put your foot while I was away, Ra-on?

[Lobby Interaction 7]

YOU: Another angel almost snatched me up today. Even in this human form they hate so much, they still want to whisk me up right back to that suffocating cradle. Thanks for the warning by the way. LUCIFER: While we were all once siblings connected through our love for God, I won't allow them to repeat that torture. If I must make my words absolute, then I will.

[Lobby Interaction 8]

LUCIFER: Have you adjusted yet? YOU: To what? LUCIFER: To your lack of extra limbs. To that body of yours. Is there any pain? Any noises that want to invade your eyes and ears? YOU: …There's nothing. Sometimes I'll feel like I'm missing something, but it's all blissfully silent.

[Lobby Interaction 9]

LUCIFER: Do you have no intention of staying here? YOU: I have no intention of ever forgetting you, Lucifer. But, I can't stay here. This is not my home. Our home, is right where Minhyeok is. Where our beloved earth is. Hell is nice, but I'm pretty sure Ra-on and I miss the comfort of our home's air.

[Lobby Interaction 10]

YOU: Lucifer? LUCIFER: Yes? YOU: If, one day, I decide to visit, would you welcome me? LUCIFER: …always. A small visit, or a promise to dedicate our existences to one another, I'll welcome it all the same.

[murainhell]

Apology Tour Spoilers!

Guys… I'm going to start by saying that I really like the episode. The songs, the return of Verosika, the way we have several conversations between the two of them even though they get nowhere because they keep not listening to the other!!! The drama. Yes, give me more. I didn't expect them to fix it quickly, so this has been what I was hoping for and more.

But I'm so annoyed by all the hate I'm seeing on twitter. I mean, one of my friends doesn't like it and we've been able to have a civil conversation about our opinions, but that website… Oh, goodness.

First of all, why are so many people hating on the poor incubus guy? What is his crime? He notices a super cute owl demon at a party, technically single since he's Blitz's new ex, and asks him to dance. Makes Stolas laugh. He steals a kiss but Stolas reacts well. I'll be honest: I would kiss Stolas too in that situation lol

I mean, yeah, I would understand if people were saying that Stolas is drunk and what about consent and such, but…. Who hasn't been out at a party and made out with someone? And they're bloody demons? I mean. Seriously, the strong reaction of hatred towards him is just because he gets in the way of Stolitz? Let's be honest, did anyone really expect them to sort it out already? This communication problem between them is going to go on for a long time. They have a lot of things to heal, themselves first, and then with each other.

Martha and Mayberry being together is also a problem for some people? We're in hell, I hope they have a good time!

"What happened to the husband? Isn't he in hell?" Honey, just because he's not in the frame doesn't mean he's not, we just don't care about him lol

"This is so toxic, they're both in hell because of each other" yes, and? Dear, Martha was a murderer and ate people, she was going to end up here anyway. Possibly the other sending hitmen after her was super hot in her book, who knows! (And personally happy to have crumbs about a cannibal, as it makes me think about Rosie and her town then, it's not such a universal thing, neither how they look or living under her protection).

Verosika, beautiful, gorgeous, I am delighted to have more information about her and the reason for her anger towards Blitz. I hope this makes people hate her a little less, jeez. Blitz needed someone to speak to him straight and it is obvious that it is after their conversation that it all sinks in.

And now about our beloved stars. Again, who expected them to solve it already? It's the next day, for God's sake! And I think exactly the same as I already said, this is not a team Stolas vs. team Blitz thing, they are both right and wrong at the same time! They have not had time to reflect and think!

I've seen many opinions from people saying they now support Stolas even more and others saying that the series now hates Blitz and the narrative is against him, giving the victory to Stolas. But, uuuh, no? I mean, it's just an episode specifically about Blitz being shitty to other people, it's something we know and it's necessary for him to see his effect on others. That doesn't mean they're proving Stolas right, we'll have more episodes to explore the whole conflict.

Stolas has his moment to talk and talk about what he wants, but he still hasn't heard what Blitz wants. He clearly doesn't know either. We'll have time for that later.

But it is so sad… Blitz doesn't know what to do, but Stolas is also looking for a relationship without knowing anything about them, he has them idealized.

And sometimes I can't help but think…. Does he really love Blitz or does he just think that because he was the first being to make him feel good? Bird boy, you urgently need to have other people in your life to know if it's Blitz that important or you've just idealized him.

"I don't even know why you would want to be with me." "I want to be someone's someone. I want to feel wanted."

That's not a conversation. No one is responding to the other (but Blitz is listening. This is the second time Stolas is not actively listening to him).

"Stolas shouldn't be kissing others if he claims to love Blitz so much" oh, right, being sad and looking for what he wants so much in others after being heartbroken (or so he thinks) invalidates the other. Fuck, too bad I can't use an expression in my native language, but I guess this is the equivalent? The quickest way to get over one man is to get under another one.

I know it's frustrating when your ship doesn't sail, but isn't it exactly these moments that make being together more rewarding later on? It's not the end of the series. It's going to be four seasons as Brandom said.

I feel like we have a series with complex characters who screw up and react quite realistically and people don't know how to digest it. Over the last years the confrontations are seen as black and white, there is always someone who is right and the other is wrong… Guys, it doesn't work like that.

My theory for now is that they won't be talking to each other for the remaining of the season. The scene of Blitz protecting Stolas? The season finale, and it's going to mark the beginning of the "you do care" but without them being together yet. The beginning of what could be a friendship, you know, the foundation of a relationship. And then, hopefully, next season or the last one will bring us the resolution.

[lotties-ashwagandha]

Hear me out; Christmas Nastylot. Lottie drags all four to her family's chalet. Her parents can't make it but send their regards and a cask of wine to be shared with company. A whole cask. It's enough to bolster all three of them into admiring their feelings for reader and next minute they're all in various states of undress on a bearskin in front of the fire.

FLAMES OF FROZEN FIRE (nsfw)

pairing: lottie x misty x natalie x gn reader

word count: 2.1k

notes: sorry the title sounds like game of thrones shit i wrote this on my period at 12am. also i did this as established relationship. merry christmas whores <3

You loved all of your girlfriends, not for their money, but for who they were — but as the chalet came into view from the car, you became immensely grateful that one of them was rich.

The four of you had taken the weekend to travel to Lottie’s family’s winter chalet in Vermont. You’d intended on staying with her family there for a few days, but last minute they had canceled for other obligations, and since the four of you had already canceled work and plans for the trip, it had been too late to back out.

“It’s smaller than I remember,” Lottie said airily, and you resisted what would’ve been a laugh at her expense.

The chalet was absolutely giant — it was something out of a movie, a sort of mansion hiding in the snow-covered woods of Vermont. Though Lottie had told you her family had owned it since her childhood, it looked brand new, the dark wooden siding flawless and every window shined to the point of complete transparency.

“It’s huge,” Misty breathed from the backseat, looking out of Nat’s window. Caligula squawked from his cage on her lap in opposition of her moving around so suddenly.

“I hope it meets Caligula’s high standards,” Nat teased, but you could tell she, too, was impressed by the chalet.

You parked the car in the garage — one of the garages, at least — and wrestling your suitcases out of the trunk, the four of you entered the chalet.

“Oh my god,” you said softly, coming into the entryway of the chalet, which gave way to the living room through an arched entry. The room was lit dimly, not enough to contrast the natural coolness of the light coming in through the windows from outside, but enough to cast a cozy glow through the room. In the middle was a fireplace, unlit but yearning to be, and you made note to light it later.

You felt one of your girlfriends come up behind you and wrap her arms around your waist. You didn’t have to look to know it was Lottie, and you leaned into her, letting her press a kiss at the edge of your jaw. Her touch was filled with love, and you felt it every moment you spent together.

“Do you like it?” She asked quietly.

You smiled, nodding. “Lottie, it’s insane.”

“Holy fuck,” Natalie said, joining the two of you in the living room. She ran a hand over the back of one of the leather couches surrounding the fireplace, before crossing the room to look out the picture window at the view of the mountains in the distance.

“Where’s Misty?” Lottie asked from behind you.

Natalie shrugged, still looking around. “She went to go find a bedroom for Caligula.”

You scoffed. “He even gets his own vacation bedroom.”

On cue, your phone started ringing. It was Misty. Putting it on speaker, you answered.

“Misty, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s just too big here to be yelling. Come over by the spiral staircase, though, you have to see this.”

Without giving you a chance to respond, Misty hung up.

“Where’s the staircase?” You asked, and Lottie gestured for you and Nat to follow.

Misty stood by a door that upon opening led down a set of stairs, at the end of which you could see the start of rows of what looked like wine casks.

“A wine cellar,” she said, something devious lacing her tone. “Should we?”

“Let’s go,” you answered, before anyone could object. You took Misty’s hand, the two of you heading down to the wine cellar. Misty was always the one you could count on for adventures, well-natured ones, and you loved it — and though you could hardly call a wine cellar an adventure, the whole trip had proved to be one.

The cellar was filled with casks of wine. You could hardly tell the end of it, it was wonderful, and you wondered how it was that a Vermont chalet had enough wine in the cellar to pass for an underground vineyard.

While the rest of them took in the cellar, your attention was drawn to a cask set apart from the rest. A sort of nozzle was in it, and a note was taped to the front. You came closer, seeing the note as one from Lottie’s parents. You skimmed it — something about how they’d stopped by on the way to some place in New Hampshire, and they couldn’t stay but they wanted everyone to feel welcomed.

“Look at this,” you called, and your girlfriends came over to examine the cask. “It’s for us.”

You began to fiddle with the nozzle, trying to figure out how it worked. You’d never seen a wine cask before, let alone been in a wine cellar, and the whole experience—

Wine began to spill from the spout, and you jumped back.

“Fuck!” You shouted, though a laugh bubbled up from your chest. “How do we turn it off?”

Natalie dove for the cask, fumbling with it for a moment while Misty tried shouting instructions, and finally the wine stopped pouring.

The four of you exchanged glances that flickered to the cask, and you were in a silent agreement that your trip had just gotten infinitely better.

An hour later the four of you sat in the living room in front of the fire. You sat by Lottie on one of the sofas, and Misty sat in Natalie’s lap in an armchair beside it. Each of you had a glass of wine, you and Natalie on your second already. You’d been the ones to do most of the work getting the suitcases up to your room, you deserved it as compensation.

The fire glowed beautifully before you. The flames licked at the wood with tenderness, but still the wood turned to ash, dominated and destroyed. It was beautiful.

You felt someone’s gaze prying into you. You turned your gaze to find Misty watching you contemplatively. Her gaze held immeasurable love, but you could see she was pondering something.

“What is it?” You asked quietly, and she smiled.

“I’m just thinking about how we met you.”

It reoccurred to you then how long the rest of them had known each other. Since high school, since before the crash, and you had been completely separate. Only in the last few years had you come into their lives.

“I found them first,” Lottie said proudly, setting her wine glass on the coffee table and wrapping an arm around you. “Remember? I saw them at the farmers market and somehow coerced them into giving me their number.”

You smiled, shaking your head. “It’s no mystery why I gave it to you, look at you. All three of you.”

Misty came to sit beside you on the sofa. Natalie wasn’t far behind, but instead of the sofa she chose to straddle your lap. Your breath hitched slightly as you looked up at her.

“You think you’re lucky?” She asked, and when you replied with a ‘yes’, she shook her head. “We’re the lucky ones.”

Smiling, you pulled her into a kiss, letting her dominate every movement. Your arms snaked around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer. The comfort of the chalet, the comfort of your girlfriends, was everything. Never had you felt so loved.

You pulled away slightly in surprise when Lottie’s hands snuck under your sweater, running up and down your waist, your abdomen. Misty’s lips were on your neck soon as well, trailing kisses down to as much as she could reach of your collarbones with the neckline of your sweater still in the way. You sighed softly in contentment as their touches continued, and Natalie pulled you into another kiss, one that you allowed yourself to relax into. You needed the three of them like you needed air, and any attention they gave you would consume with pleasure.

“Can I take this off?” Misty asked, pulling at the hem of your sweater. When you nodded she pulled it off of you.

You shivered in the brief chill that came with losing your sweater. It was warm in front of the fire in the chalet, but it was snowing fervently outside and the chill of it sank into your bones as you sat half bare before the three of them.

Lottie noticed your slight discomfort. She slipped behind you, pulling your back against her front with warm hands, almost protectively. You were enveloped in the warmth radiating from her, body heat, and it cured every phantom of your unease.

You moaned when Misty began to kiss your chest, sucking marks you knew would be bruises lasting days after. She gave special attention to your collarbones, she loved your collarbones, and underneath her touch you writhed.

When Natalie pulled away, she began kissing down your body, getting off your lap to kneel on the floor between your legs. Her hands trailed up your thighs. Unlike Lottie’s, her hands were cold even through the fabric of your leggings, but this time it was a welcome sensation.

One of Lottie’s hands found your jaw and she pulled you into a kiss. You whimpered softly into it, the three of them drawing you near insanity with every touch, every kiss.

“Let us show you how much we love you,” Natalie said, and her hands toyed with the hem of your pants. “How much we need you.”

You nodded in confirmation, lifting your hips a bit to help as she took off your pants and underwear together. She pulled you so that you were sitting at the edge of your seat, your legs spread so that she comfortably sat between them, beginning to kiss up your thighs excruciatingly slowly. You needed her to taste you, fuck you, you needed to feel the three of them touching you for eternity if you could.

Soon Lottie’s lips were replaced by Misty’s. Lottie’s hands found your chest, kneading and pulling at your boobs, and you swallowed back a moan when she began whispering praise in your ear.

Your attention flew back to Natalie — she ran her tongue through your folds, slow, slower than you thought you could take in the anticipation of her. Almost lazily she ran her tongue over your clit, teasing you, and you whined.

“So good for us,” Lottie purred, watching as Misty pulled you into another kiss. “So pretty like this, all spread out for the three of us.”

Misty pulled away, her lips back on your chest, her tongue circling one of your nipples. She watched you carefully and you met her gaze for a moment, electrified.

Your head fell back on Lottie’s shoulder when Natalie slid a finger into you, and then a second, and you couldn’t help the obscenity of the moan that escaped you when she began to set a leisurely pace, when she sucked your clit into her mouth.

“You’re doing so well, baby, I’m so proud of you,” Lottie whispered. She pressed a soft kiss to your jaw. “You’re so perfect like this. Exactly where you should be, between us.”

“They’re so close,” Natalie breathed, her fingers still deep inside you. “Fuck, you should feel how close they are for us.”

“Already?” Lottie asked, and a rush of embarrassment came over you. “We’ve hardly touched you, darling.”

You were hardly able to respond. You turned to watch as Misty abandoned you to pull Lottie into a kiss, a hand on the back of her neck to guide her, as if it were just the two of them. But when Misty pulled away, her gaze met Lottie’s challengingly on your behalf. “Let them,” she said simply, and Lottie relented.

With a hand still on your jaw Lottie turned your head so you could see her. You were barely holding off your orgasm, it took everything in you not to let go and let it wash over you in a wave of ecstasy.

“Cum for us,” she demanded. It was all you needed. Slipping off the edge you felt it crashing down on you, your whole body tensing as you were engulfed in pleasure so intense you felt almost high. And as you came down from it they held you, taking turns whispering praise, leaving soft kisses across your body.

“Are you okay?” Natalie asked when you had recovered. She had moved to sit next to Misty.

You smiled, resisting a laugh. “I’m more than okay.”

Lottie moved to sit on your other side and you cuddled close to her, laying your head on her shoulder. Misty laid a blanket across the two of you and sat on the floor for a moment to rest her head in your lap while Natalie moved to sit next to you.

“Merry Christmas,” she said teasingly, and you shook your head with a smile. And while she was kidding, you wouldn’t lie to yourself — this Christmas would grow to be your fondest memory, so long as you spent the whole of it wrapped in the embrace of your girlfriends.

[pollyna]

Everybody, including their mothers and grandmothers, knows Iceman eats and snacks around every time he can. Preflight, postflight snack, a gum in his mouth chomping away most of the day, and, if he has enough, even during their flying time because he can, and so he does that too. What a significant smaller number of people knows, and that's probably Slider and Mav himself, is that Ice can appear like someone who eats whatever you put in front of him, but he can be picky, not that much that everyone notices but enough to start an argument with Slider over lunch. 

("Ice c'mon leave it alone"

"Sli, you know I don't touch that thing"

"Iceman please, stop, we are already being over this" pointing their plates and then the both of them "thousands of times."

"And then you know I'm right, Slider"

"Tom!"

"Ron!"

"Thomas leave it be"

"Ronald, for the love of God, stop being such a child"

"Thomas Jacob!"

"Ronald William!"

Months later, Mav is still unsure what the problem was.)

So, when Mav decides he's going to ask Ice out for a date (to spend the rest of your life together, had mock Goose) he can't help but try to guess what Ice isn't going to like to find on his plate. And it's fucking hard because the man just eats and snacks, and it seems so random that he almost gives up the idea of cooking for him and just takes him out for a burger and fries or a pizza. But then Slider approaches him with a half-hearted exasperated smile and says, "Listen, Shorterick, Ice is going to love everything you're going to make him, even if it's half burnt and non-edible. But, just as a little help so you can finally put an end to my sufferings, Ice likes red M&M's, he doesn't eat stuff made with oranges, but he drinks and eats them if they're fresh, he fucking hates capers and can't stand to find onions on his plate, but he can live with it, he's a grown boy these days, so no problem. But please, please Pete, don't try to give him stuff with cinnamon in it and try not to eat cinnamon chewing gum before being in his vicinity because he didn't hook up with Cougar because they were his favourite flavour of chewing gum."

"He was going to ho-"

"Mitchell! Not the point now. He doesn't have any allergies, so don't worry about that. And please kiss him, okay man? Give the entire squadron a break from whatever you two have going, please."

He's out of the room before Maverick can even think of saying anything, and for once it was all going to be a thank you.

(It takes Maverick another month and a half to master the courage to ask Ice out, but when he does, the other man's smile is so big and genuine that they almost end up kissing right there, in the middle of the O Club. The dinner is a success, and when Mav starts to divide the M&M's for the movie, Ice kisses him so hard that they both lose their balance and half of his work ends on the floor, but it all has so little importance because they're both laughing and kissing, and oh god, Mav really loves this man and he has the nagging feeling that this particular man loves him too.) 

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hai good friend,, tell me about mai. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of her before… look what we are doing to our beautiful queens 😔

YIPEE I love when me going insane about a character for a day makes you curious about them... especially cus atp I can kind of predict what is going to pique ur interest

ok ok: so, Mai. She's 1/3 of Azula's Evil Girl Group, colloquially known as Ozai's Angels, and thats the context you see her in for most of the show which is why it's important to know. You know how all cartoons in the 2000s HAD to have ONE morose goth chic? Well she is atla's quota. She's a noble, she's an only child (THEE only child. The first only child they made at the only child factory <33), she fights with 🔪KNIVES 🔪!!! she's Zuko's canonical comphet love interest and she has a very understated but underrated arc..

Her role/arc in the show:

I mentioned Ozai's Angels because her interactions with Azula and Ty Lee are the real meat and potatoes of her character. They're like... baby's first toxic yuri love triangle <3333 REALLY can't overstate how toxic yuri love triangle they are. Mai and Ty Lee end up betraying Azula in season 3 which is both the climax (imo) of Mai's arc and the inciting action for Azula's descent (but we're not getting into Azula never ask me to get into Azula please). A lot of people reduce Mai going turncoat to JUST being about saving Zuko - and like partially it IS. She saves Zuko from dying because she loves/cares about him and that's a big part of it.

But it's ALSO about her finding her voice ?? Like throughout the show we NEVER see her voice opinions about something unless it's to say that she's bored, or jaded, or what have you. She never seems to have strong feelings about anything; her stated reasoning for joining Azula's Imperialism Girl Band is because she's bored living with her parents 💀 but it's like. It becomes clear to the audience later in the show that she was raised to never speak unless spoken to, to mask emotions, etc etc LIEKKK SHE'S SOOO REPRESSED ONLY CHILD SHE'S SO WOMAN TM... So her telling Azula "I love Zuko more than I fear you" was THEE cuntiest moment EVER because it's like oh shit ?? this is something pretty unexpected from this character ?? Waow so crazy so cunt ??

A lot of people point out that she and Ty Lee never really got a "ohhhh Imperialism is bad" arc like Zuko did but. imo there wasn't a whole lot of room in the show for it lol. Would have been something interesting to explore in the comics for sure !! but uhmmm I'd rather walk into the ocean than watch Gene Luen Yang try and write about imperialism and colonialism again so maybe its better we never got that.. (no offense to him he's just... not that great at doing it in the atla comics...not his strength..)

Her reception in fandom:

She's usually only ever talked about in the context of being Zuko's love interest (either positively OR negatively) hence my post that you saw. Like. Victim Numero Uno of zutara/kataang shipping wars cus at least a bunch of people LIKE Aang whereas people either ignore or actively dislike her.

There's often discourse about like. Who's the "toxic" one in the Mai/Zuko pairing and it's annoying when she gets flak for it cus like newsflash: they both are. My GOD they both are. They've canonically broken up twice. They're the emo boy/goth girl pairing. They're cute together. They're miserable together. They're both homosexual. You get it.

Also a lot of times people just call her boring or emotionless and it's like congrats !! you have fallen for her facade... in conclusion... sorry this is so long uhm.. your fault for asking me though... how long is it going to take until I've just told you the entire plot of this cartoon piecemeal ask by ask...

[tachimichishrine]

"barista"

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hunting dogs x gn!barista!reader hcs

warnings: none!!

jouno saigiku

oh dear

harasses everyone

harasses his partner

harasses his mf FOOD

by this, I mean he sends things back, not bc he isn't satisfied but bc he can

ESPECIALLY if his partner is on their shift, he'll be extra nasty

"what can I get you today, Jouno?"

"an iced coffee, with specifically 5 cubes of ice 2cm by 2cm, 1 pack sweetener, a drizzle of chocolate and 25ml of 3% milk and, oh, do you have chocolate sprinkles? yeah, I want some of that on top, add some whipped cream too and-"

orders the longest thing and then sends it back because "there were incomplete sprinkles" while staring down the barista with a huge grin

his partner is literally on the verge of breaking up with him for this

however, sometimes he gets bored of toying with them and just orders a coffee

he likes to observe people

it's kinda creepy but he'll pick a seat in the corner and listen as his partner writes down orders and smiles at other people, and then gets somewhat internally offended when they laugh at the random customer's dumb jokes

he narrows his eyes (even more, if that's possible?) at them at wonders why he doesn't make them laugh as loudly as that

takes it as a challenge

now you've got a clingy af jouno who sticks around the desk and seduces his way into the kitchen by flirting with the manager (his partner's boss)

his partner wants to YELL at him that they have to work, but he just places his hands on their hips and kisses their forehead and gives them the slightest hug and tells them how much he loves them, so their partner reluctantly tolerates his presence around their work

he may not know how to cook but he smells every single ingredient and is a surprisingly fast learner so the manager is lowkey trying to recruit him bc of his undeniable talent 👹

overall, he does help in the end, but his partner has to put up with a lot of teasing and nastiness. occasional jokes and cute little pranks where jouno would place a heavily powdered donut under their nose to make them sneeze and eventually messing up the ENTIRE place

but damn, those perfect milkshakes he made are worth it all

tecchou suehiro

he is easily distracted

asks his partner all sorts of things

"hey, how do they make coffee?"

"well, you put the beans in the machine-"

"beans???"

"yes??? coffee beans???"

"coffee???comes???from??beans???"

"yes, tecch, it does u adorable idiot 🙄"

"does that mean you can make coffee out of the beans they put in burritos and stuff?"

"no- wait I don't think so- actually, maybe-"

other customers overhear the discussion and chip in and the entire thing escalates to the WEIRDEST topics

the manager is pretty impartial as to his presence, given that he doesn't disturb anyone and usually just orders and silently observes his partner with a faint smile on his lips

his partner turns, notices his gaze and bites the inside of their cheek to prevent themselves from blushing/grinning at him, then get back to work

they do, however, like to blow him little kisses while on their shift, or to leave a small note on Tecchou's orders like "ily <3" or "you're so cute 💕"

he is a gentleman omg

he once spent the entire time his partner was on their shift holding the door for the people who entered

gets asked if he works there, and he automatically replies yes and helps everyone with their stuff, whether it's a broken glass or spill or if they need sweetener in their drink

nvm the manager now loves him

he makes it a point to visit his s/o as often as possible when they're working, even if they live together or have a date planned for later that day. he might not say much, but he loves to be in their presence as often as possible

a literal GOD at taking care of angry customers

whereas jouno would probably subtly threaten them, Tecchou is just gonna walk up to their face and be rly straight-forward about it

"sir, what's your problem?"

"I placed my order for coffee, a SINGLE COFFEE OVER HALF AN HOUR AGO AND I STILL HAVEN'T RECEIVED IT??? THIS SERVICE IS TERRIBLE-"

"sir, just take a breath. the employee over here is going to make it for you right away, and free of charge, right?"

ofc, they'd nod and do as he said bc the person is no longer fuming

the biggest issue with having tecchou in the café is his orders

he asks for the oddest things, including, but not limited to, sugar on rice and a hard-boiled egg with the shell still on

his partner makes sure to explain to their boss that this isn't anything abnormal for him, and that they'll make sure to take care of the order themselves

after all, putting together a weird food combo in order to get a chubby-cheeked tecchou stuffing his face with sugary rice is very worthwhile

teruko okura (aged up?? ig??? bc children running around a café is odd i think?? wtf is her real age-)

she is NOT made to be in a café with a serene vibe

no bc she picks up fights with everyone who breathes

"hey, idiot, stop breathing so loudly or else i'll come over there and shut you up myself-"

her partner thus keeps a stall in the very corner specifically for her that's far away from the other people 😐

teruko loves sugary and spicy flavors all in one, like a strong cinnamon or ginger, any type of warm drink that smells strongly rly

her partner does that mystical thing with the milk that creates a heart on the surface of the drink that looks so cute 

teruko chugs down the drink without even looking at it 💀

she isn't one for those kinds of gestures, and would much rather physically cling to her partner's side instead

sneaks up from under the counter and then pops up like a weasel with a HUGE smile on her face, the kind of cute smile that is like, showing all of her teeth and SUPER contagious and makes you wanna pat her on the head and hug her

the manager DOES NOT agree with this tho and kicks her out repeatedly. teruko is so close to snapping the manager's neck but her partner intervenes and reminds her that they still need their job

the entire café, teruko concludes, is against her

the powdered sugar gets thrown into her face by an unknown force

salt gets dumped on her hair

she slips on a puddle in the corner

the milkshake machine explodes in her face

it's just NOT her scene

that is the last time she visited her partner while at work, telling them that she's going to be waiting outside once their shift is over bc the pain is NOT worth it

fukuchi ochi

fukuchi barely has time to spend with his s/o, given how much of a busy man he is

so, he'll support them by financing the café itself and making sure they get high-quality ingredients and that the working conditions are acceptable

he does make it a point to ONLY get his coffee from there, tho, but doesn't use it as an excuse to talk to his partner. he's in he gets the coffee, then he's out

for this reason, his partner - who is not an idiot and needs human affection just like the rest of the planet - "suddenly and mysteriously" becomes a klutz

"accidentally" drops the coffee on him as they're serving his order, which leads him to freak out, and then rush to the bathroom to wash it off

apologizing profusely, his partner will follow him to the bathroom and help him out, using this as an opportunity to 1) get him to take off his shirt 😌 2) talk to him

this happens for about 3 weeks before his dense ass realizes that they just want some love

tries this out, showing up and ordering his usual coffee, and then asks them how their day has been

they BEAM at him, and gush about the tiniest things

he won't admit to himself that he loves seeing them so happy like that and that it makes his heart flutter a bit, instead telling himself the next time he stays that he's doing it "out of convenience" or some bs like that

eventually finds himself spending hours in the café just talking to his partner about random things, whether that is during their break or while the s/o is supposed to be working

the manager doesn't have the balls to tell him that they're supposed to be working bc fukuchi supplies like half the financial funds for the place 😍

he might start to be showing up late to hunting dogs' meetings for the next while, but spending the time with his partner has been shown to be more than worth.

tachihara michizou

It's very likely that the café is the place he met his partner, or at least has some kind of emotional value to him

either it's where they first asked him out (bc there's no way he'd make the first move) or maybe he was caught in the rain and his future partner, walking out of the café while holding an umbrella, offered it to him with a bright smile

for this reason, he likes to meet them here as much as possible

HOWEVER, there's an issue with dating tachihara, a big one at that

mid-way through the relationship, he had to go undercover and work for the mafia

since his partner had met him and knew only of his work as being "dangerous" and "top-secret", they understood a bit when he said that he had to go on a business trip of sorts and things would get complicated

tachihara lowkey went into a full-on breakdown bc he had never been loved like that before and felt sick at the idea of leaving, but his partner assured him that they'll be waiting for the day he comes back, and held him in their arms for the entire night, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear and gently kissing his forehead

eventually, he did have to leave. in the beginning, he teared up every night while in the port mafia thinking of his love

so, once he got the mafia's trust and moved along in the ranks, he got more freedom to move around and stuff. eventually, he got so heartsick he found himself subconsciously wandering right in front of the café out of habit

before he could snap out of his trance and get tf out of there, his partner noticed him and pulled him into the tightest hug in existence while sobbing their heart out

tachihara couldn't imagine the pain of saying goodbye for good again

so, he made it a rule to come and visit them on his shifts as often as possible, discreetly for their safety

they a b a n d o n their job and run over to hug him every single time he appears bc they never know if it'll be the last time they'll see him

the manager doesn't really follow the story, but tachihara's partner is one of the harder workers in the café, and the café itself isn't that popular anyways, so there's no point in yelling at them

tachihara isn't picky about what food he eats or what drinks he sips, so long as he gets to hear his partner's voice and be near them (I strongly hc that he has attachment issues)

he orders hot chocolate, even in the summer, and still hasn't shaken off that child-like tendency of chugging it down aggressively and ending up with a chocolate milk mustache, which his partner teases him about every single time

one time, he wasn't vigilant enough and gin - who was supposed to deliver a message from the boss about one thing or another - followed tachihara all the way to the café

saw tachihara kissing some stranger 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

she walked up to him, and his eyes went WIDE. his partner didn't recognize gin for obvious reasons, and thus got embarrassed, climbed off of tachihara and stood back at the counter, and asked her what her order was, since technically the shop was still operating

gin was confused af

she creased her brows at them, shook her head then turned towards tachihara

oh boy tachihara is screwed

at first, his partner thought he'd been cheating on them or something, then thought about it twice and realized that he wasn't the type to cheat on people. so they (not-so-)gently shoved gin out of the way and told tachihara that they "needed a smoke", a codeword for "outside. now. we need to talk"

he told gin that he'd received the message, and to tell the boss that he'll deal with it tomorrow, and then the mafiosa went on her way. 

his s/o demanded an explanation as to who tf that was, and tachihara reluctantly explained that it was someone he worked with

his partner isn't an idiot, they knew that his work was dangerous and that "someone he worked with" would be equally so, and thus they realized by the way he was perspirating with cold sweat and seemed pretty shocked that the girl had shown up

eventually, things were sorted out and no harm was done. tachihara made gin swear she wouldn't tell anyone about his dating situation, and like the frikkin amazing person she is, she agreed.

even though he slipped up that time, he couldn't stop himself from heading back to the café and meeting up with his partner as often as possible

in the end, the risk was clearly worth it

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @ominous-feychild and @theink-stainedfolk!

OC Deep Dive 🎶

How's about we give Sepo some spotlight? My grumpy siren could always use some love <3

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

Sepo generally lives about two steps from full panic at all times. His years at the bottom of the Trench food chain gave him an acute fear of being hunted or having his friends taken from him. Aside from that, he's afraid of being damned to hell. In book 1, he walks a heretical line with the god he follows. In book 2 and 3, some things are revealed to him that don't help this fear whatsoever. My man has some religious trauma, suffice to say.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Many, in fact. Sepo doesn't like loud noises or bright lights on account of his acute siren senses. People with no manners piss him off. People who think they're superior to him piss him off. People who are too timid also piss him off. Generally, if he's upright and aware, something is pissing him off.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A leviathan-tooth dagger, a very plush quilt, and a stack of books.

What do they notice first in a person?

How much of a threat they pose. Sepo's eye is trained for hidden weapons, suspicious scars, or signs of sorcery.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

10/10 for physical pain. He's been through the damn ringer and is used to fighting through injuries. As for emotional pain, 4/10. It's hard to hurt his feelings because he really only cares about three people, but hurt any of them, and he shuts down. Or blows up. Depends on what his god is willing to offer him.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Fight. It used to be freeze, but then he spent a decade in prison and learned that those who strike first are more likely to be the ones to walk away. This isn't great for non-threats, as he'll pull a knife for anything. Bird rustling in the bushes? Knife is out. Friend running up to hug you from behind? Knife is out.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

In terms of biological family, it was just Sepo and his older brother Saius for most of his childhood. His mother, Carmira, was a prostitute and his father was an unknown client of hers. When she died of a disease, Sepo and Saius were sent to study as priests of Lamsara Hedandros. Things were fine until they weren't. Years later, after losing his brother, Sepo ended up with a little found family to hold dear to him. Izjik is his oldest friend. She's his soulmate and his other half. Twenari is like a little sister to him. They're the most similar in temperament and enjoy quiet reading time together. Djek is also like a little brother to Sepo, albeit a rather irritating one. But deep down, he loves to argue with the younger man and does his best to make sure he stays on the straight and narrow.

What animal represents them best?

A killer whale, I'd say. A dangerous, vengeful animal, but one with a strong sense of family.

What is a smell that they dislike?

The scent of blood. It means something has gone wrong.

Have they broken any bones?

Oh, definitely. He was running around with a broken arm for all of book 3, broke a wingfin in the Trench once, and has fractured more ribs, fingers, and toes than can be counted.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"You see that unsettling fellow over there? The tall, gaunt one with the long, wavy brown hair? I think he's a siren. Those eyes don't lie - as black as the starless night they are. And he has skin that looks like it's just been introduced to the sun a week ago. ...I don't like that look he has."

Are they a night owl or an early bird?

Very much a night owl. Sepo would rather eat glass than get up early.

What is a flavour they hate and a flavour they love?

Due to the fact that he's missing his tongue, Sepo has a limited sense of taste and relies much more on texture to differentiate between foods. His favorite texture is that of caviar or couscous. Anything small, grainy, and soft. His least favorite texture is bread or anything similarly spongey.

Do they have any hobbies?

Despite the painful memories it can bring, Sepo loves music. He loves listening to it, writing it, and playing the fiddle. He also enjoys reading, usually nonfiction, but he does enjoy a good mystery from time to time.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

Immediately draws a knife. Once he notices it's his friends, he'll calm down a bit, but still probably snap at them for startling him. After that, he'd actually be quite touched by their care. Not that he'd ever deign to express such a thing, of course.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Only on special occasions. Sepo can't afford much in the way of fancy things, so he saves anything he has for days that deserve it. He prefers silver jewelry and usually goes with some sort of hair piece.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Incredibly neat. He only learned to write Janazi characters rather recently, so he still makes spelling mistakes, but his letters are impeccable.

What are the two emotions they feel the most?

Terrified rage and protective love.

Do they have a favourite fabric?

Probably silk. He has expensive tastes at heart.

What kind of accent do they have?

In my brain, he's upper-crust British. Canonically though, he has a very thick Llanaodan accent when he's using his telepathy ring. It's very sing-songy and all the words flow together. The closest Earth equivalent would be one of the romance languages but more musical.

I'll tag @mk-writes-stuff @theprissythumbelina @witchy-shortcake @thecomfywriter and anyone else who wants to play :)

[gabessquishytum]

just to flip the age kink thing, i've got a suggestion for how they'd have hob as the younger one. hob's getting to the point where he needs to start his next life and he decides that he wants to keep teaching but wants to change up the subject this time. there's a grad program he's really interested in so he figures he'll do that and then teach the subject, he starts crafting his next identity, and dream's so interested in the process since he hasn't seen hob doing this before. he sees the age hob's going for and offers some help -- he could make everyone perceive hob as younger, so he'd be able to get longer out of this identity.

hob, of course, is thrilled. he starts off as young as he can, of course, but it's been centuries since hob's even tried to pass himself off as 22. he could pull it off when people lived harder, but it just doesn't work anymore. dream makes a couple more suggestions -- hob's used June 7th as his birthday before, it sort of is in a way. now tgat he and dream use it as their anniversary he would have picked a different date but hey, if that's the date dream thinks he should go with, no big deal.

so hob goes off back to school, he's having a great time, he's sort of loving pretending to be in his 20s again. his friends do give him odd looks when they see him with dream, though. that's fine -- dream is, frankly, odd. it's probably nothing. until he starts seeing how dream's presenting himself to others and... yeah, the first time hob sees the dusting of silver hair at dream's temples, he drops to his knees to suck dream's cock in the stacks of the uni library. it's fine. he has very normal feelings about it. it's fine.

he's not totally clear on the specifics of the game dream's playing until the end of his first year, though, when dream mentions, in careful earshot of a few of hob's more gossipy classmates, that he'll plan something nice for hob's birthday. it's their anniversary, after all, and five years is a number worth celebrating. hob doesn't realize until later that dream just made sure all hob's classmates know that he got together with his significantly older and significantly wealthy boyfriend on his 18th birthday. and that dream's been supplying most of hob's wardrobe again. and giving him jewellery. and keeping hob at his side any time they're in public together. and that maybe there's a reason he keeps getting carefully worded questions about his relationship, because dream has very intentionally made him look like a pretty young thing being taken advantage of by an older man. hob needs dream to fuck him about this immediately, actually.

(it also occurs to hob, once dream's fucked him through the mattress while calling him little one and darling boy and pet, that this is. probably how gods and fey and other immortals actually do see a relationship between dream of the endless and a human. and gets turned on about it all over again.)

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This is literally what I look like right now. Oh my fucking gOD

I don't. I don't know how to add to this? Hnnngg. Dream with grey in his hair, treating Hob like his little plaything, making Hob’s friends somewhere between concerned and jealous. It's making my mouth go dry.

I think you might have finally bit the "horny overload" switch in my brain, my darling.

ffffffuck.

I'm just thinking about Dream renting a fancy apartment for Hob to live in while he's studying. He comes home from the dreaming every day, and Hob’s friends skedaddle from what ever study club they've been doing (they're a little intimidated by Dream, although hes nothing but polite). Dream gets to have Hob all to himself for the evening, gets to relearn Hob’s body as it hasn't been for a very long time. Being physically 22 has a lot of advantages when it comes to joint flexibility and sexual stamina, and Dream wants to enjoy them to the fullest. Hob is very much immersed in the fantasy of being Dream’s kept boy, and he likes the attention, he likes it when Dream showers him in gifts. He keeps Dream updated on his grades and soaks up all the praise and sweet talk Dream lavishes on him. They go to the opera together, or to fancy restaurants where Dream publicly shows Hob off to absolutely everyone. And the sex afterwards is just insane. Hob rides Dream’s cock in the limo on the way home, or sucks him off in the dressing rooms of fancy boutiques.

They have literally all the time in the world to be horny and stupid and I, for one, want to see it.

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HELLO HI let me start this off by saying i love your posts so so much they are so silly

Anyways since opla season 2 has been confirmed, what are some things you REALLY want to see? Im genuinely curious

so i'm assuming they will start off with loguetown and end with alabasta. i'm hoping that since the first season was so successful netflix will order a FEW more episodes (ideally ten or more) but I have to stay realistic so I know every detail won't translate to screen

a lot of the anime loguetown arc was filler (zoro mopping the marine's floors, luffy running around lost and drinking milk at a bar, sanji entering a random cooking competition) and I know there's a few things they're unlikely to skip (zoro aquiring kitetsu & hopefully throwing the sword in the air to see if it'll chop his arm off, luffy on the executioner's platform, smoker) but i really they have time for

-nami n usopp bonding. especially the moment where usopp faced off against daddy the parent bc not only was nami there supporting him/willing to fight for him, but it also was a glimpse into his complicated relationship with his father. daddy the parent quit his job so he could spend more time with his daughter, while yasopp completely abandoned usopp. it was also so cute when they were fangirling over sanji together -i'm so excited to see inaki laughing with his head in the stocks seconds away from death I just know he's going to devour that scene -there probably won't be time but it would be funny if we see luffy n zoro on their lunch date with a combined zero dollars in their pocket and buggy ends up covering their bill without knowing who they were -i'm can't wait to see who they cast as smoker!!!! their casting has been honestly great so far so i'm looking forward to the reveal

laboon the giant whale. LABOON THE GIANT WHALE !!! I know in the grand scheme (at least from a standalone season perspective) he's not that important to the plot. but by god !!!! give us the depressed whale that luffy gives the will to live back to!!!! practical effects are very important to the one piece team I think they can figure it out

whiskey peak is going to be controversial but I hope luffy n zoro's fight goes EXACTLY like it does in the anime & manga (aka they're so in sync that they're punches are meeting in the middle and they're yelling in unison & five minutes later they're laughing about the prospect of meeting a warlord). this arc also requires the writers to let zoro have his funny guy routine because him hecking the agents is so good

while I don't know if we'll see zoro fighting a triceratops and saying "oh so u do three sword style too" we NEED to see him do his stupid pose in the wax. season ruined if not. (jk but its very high on my list)

chopper my wittle cutie. I know we'll see him no matter what but I'm banking on a puppet. i'm pretty sure its already confirmed that they're using practical effects for him, but I heard maybe prosthetics which could be a hit or a miss

nami and vivi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! karu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm truly on the edge of my seat to see how they'll handle zoro n sanji's rivalry considering they've made the decision to base it around their relationship with luffy. the girls WILL be fighting

similarly excited to see live action sanji fawning over not only nami but also his little meow meow luffy (fantastic change from the anime imo)

crocodile better be the greasiest motherfucker I hope he's absolutely vile. i can't wait to see him wearing a FUR lined coat in a desert

I also know they're going to go off with pell's character design

ACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!