#currently got nothing to post so here another one lol

[unnatural-happenings]

Of Capes & Billionaires

Took a break from staring at my Persona drafts again to write this instead lol. Would be the first part to this if I decide that finishing the future drafts is worth the time spent away from the Persona fic (ie if I enjoy it)

Fandoms: Batfam x Reader x Avengers

Characters: Damian and Loki. Some of the Batfam and Avengers are here too, but the focus is mostly on them

Notes: Reader is They/Them, Loki is here because I want him to be, Reader is a kid of Bruce Wayne, While this isn't a neglectful!Batfam fic the relationship is still tense atm, for Marvel I try to stick to MCU personalities but a little bit of comic or cartoon quirks might make it in

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Living with Bruce Wayne has always been frustrating. The rules, the expectations, the press, galas, and vigilante nonsense makes for an extremely stressful environment. Adding family drama on top of all that is a surefire way to make you slip away at the nearest convenience.

Your second home with the Avengers is more carefree—less brooding, way less pretending, and always welcomes you back with open arms… and maybe a drink or two. They're your safe haven, and you'd love nothing more to keep it that way.

Unfortunately, your family has never been good at letting secrets stay secrets.

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Damian could not believe this farce you're playing is still ongoing. You continue to vex him even in your absence and make his evening worse.

It had been a long day. School was as dull as usual, the teachers not teaching anything new and his classmates completely vapid, he'd taken care of every one of his pets, already got Grayson to spar with him, the rest of his brothers have vanished, and patrols wouldn't start for another hour.

He was as free as can be and it left him annoyed beyond measure. His go to option for filling up dead time wasn't available—to his complete ire—so he spent time in his room trying to draw while Alfred the cat curled up next to him. Though he could barely focus on what he was actually putting to paper, as his mind kept drifting to the one person responsible for his current lack of activity.

Stewing within his head and staring at a sheet of paper filled with mindless doodles is when his phone buzzes next to him. It's in a familiar rhythm that has him instantly pick it up to check the notification.

Fury is the only acceptable word for what Damian's currently feeling.

His sketchbook is haphazardly thrown onto the bed as he gets up—annoying Alfred—and makes a beeline for the door. He storms through the manor, every step fueled by a deep, aimless frustration as he throws open one of the many entrances to the Batcave.

Everyone's already arrived before him—or it's better to say they were all already there, and all strewn about the place. Though he cares little for their positions when Drake is the only one that can provide any answers.

Damian's eyes dart to the Batcomputer to see what you just posted to your social on one of the bigger screens, and Drake typing away on another. It was a picture of you standing on the snowy peak of mountain—drinking hot chocolate, along with some blonde guy that definitely didn't deserve to stand in your presence.

"Drake."

"I know, I know, I'm already on it."

He stands there and watches as Drake goes through file after file, checking as much surveillance footage as possible and putting the unknown's face through every registry he could think of. By the end, everything comes back negative and he slides downwards in his seat with a groan.

Todd puts down the gun he was cleaning, obviously barely paying attention to what was happening on the screen having resigned himself to lack any expectations.

"Let me guess, nothing again."

Drake runs a hand over his eyes and Damian scoffs when he notices his leg start bouncing, "He still shows no results and they're no longer in that location anymore. This was posted long after they already left… Again."

He can't believe what he's hearing. To have gone this long without finding a single clue leaves Damian doubting Drake's skill altogether.

"I thought you were supposed to be the computer genius of the family. How come you still haven't found a clue as to where our sibling is located?"

Drake lets out a sharp exhale, "We've been through this ten over times now and every search has ended the same. They post the pictures when they're already out of the area, they have location tags and their GPS turned off, despite clearly being all over the world their profile always signs in from Sydney Australia, their email isn't real, they're using a highly encrypted device even Oracle is struggling to deal with, every purchase they make is either in cash or using another persons card, and somehow, not once have they been caught on camera by any surveillance."

He goes on to mutter under his breath, too low for Damian to make out any words, but it further irritates him anyway.

"Are you positive you're even trying? It's not like they're not some elusive figure."

Drake spins in the chair to directly face Damian, his extreme irritation made know at his prodding, "I wouldn't even slack during an investigation for Kite Man, to think I'd do so for any member of our family is insulting. I want to find them as much as you do. It's also necessary to learn how they've been able to avoid detection for so long—"

"Well it sounds like you're only searching because they hurt your ego."

"Are you hearing yourself—"

"Enough."

Their father calls out from the side. He doesn't do anything else other than stand their and stare, but it's enough to instantly silence both of them and keep them from continuing. He gestures with his head towards the screen, and Drake rolls his eyes before spinning back around.

From behind the bat, Jason speaks out while cleaning one of his firearms, "So what? Either he continuously wipes every database in the world, or he doesn't exist?"

Grayson also finally decides to join in with a comment of his own, "Could he be photoshopped at all?"

He walks closer to the screen to get a better look at the man you're posing with in the picture. Cain follows behind him, carefully studying the photo as well, but not adding anything to the conversation as of yet.

Drake sits up in his seat, his anger fading into exhaustion with another sigh, "No." He starts another scan of the blonde's face through a meta/mutant database, "Both options are seemingly impossible, considering they go everywhere together with no evidence of photo tampering. One moment they're on the beaches of Denmark and the next they're skiing in Canada!" He mutters under his breath, "Not to mention they didn't even take enough money to go on all these flights. I have no idea where they're getting the funds for this."

He slumps over again when the results turn up negative, just like every other.

Todd strolls over like he has no care for the outcome, but it only takes looking at his face to see how this is affecting him. His jaw tense as he glares directly at the light-haired man, no doubt trying to burn his appearance into his memory. Damian has also done this himself. but truly, he doesn't think Todd's earned the right to be as mad as he is at your disappearing act, and it makes his own blood boil even more.

"Tch. We wouldn't be going through such troubles in the first place if they took their phone with them. We should not be learning about their location through second hand sources."

That was merely meant to be a statement regarding the inconvenience of their search despite being family, but Todd felt the need to add to it and make it more personal.

"We wouldn't be trying to find them at all if they didn't run off without saying anything, then start hangin' out with a guy we can't track."

"They wouldn't have even left if you all didn't—"

"Are we really doing this now?"

This time, their father doesn't interfere as Damian starts another argument, merely grunt in disapproval. Cain takes one last look at the picture and leaves Grayson's side—who in particular is wondering if he should step in to stop the increasingly violent fight—to walk up to Bruce.

He acknowledges her with a nod and she gets right to he inquiry, "… What about Superman?"

Cain's interjection causes Damian to put a pause on reaching for the nearest batarang to fling past Grayson at Todd. He needs to hear if the Super family has any word on your whereabouts. They should, but if for some reason they know nothing or refuse to help, it shouldn't be to hard to get information out of Jon.

"He refuses to tell me anything, and has made a conscious effort to not report any potential leads to their location in Justice League systems."

Drake turns towards everyone again in the chair, "Conner hasn't said anything either."

Grayson's in the middle of picking up batarangs lying about the cave and putting them in his inner jacket pockets, "They don't want to be found that bad huh…" When he's collected all that he can see he steps in front of Todd—ignoring the hard look he's getting from him, "At least they seem to be doing okay for now."

Todd rolls his eyes and makes his way over to his bike, "Why are we even trying this hard to find them in the first place?"

Damian turns his attention back to Todd with a glare, baffled by the idiocy and his seemingly short-term memory loss. Before he could remind him again that this whole situation is partly his fault, Drake replies

"You were on B's side weren't you? You know why."

Todd looks back towards the group, and for a moment Damian could see how tired he actually was. His shoulders slouched and the bags under his eyes became more prominent, though the frustration at the world—or maybe just towards their father, is still clearly evident.

"I really don't anymore." And just like that he was back to acting indifferent about everything. He hops on his motorcycle and starts the engine, then digs through his bag for his helmet, "Goin' on patrol. Anyone joinin'?"

Already in her suit, Cain is quick to jump on the back of his bike. She accepts the spare helmet Todd hands her without question and swiftly locks it in place as he revs the engine.

Father steps forward, his tone stern as he watches them prepare to leave, "It's not—"

"It's already dark out. Don't start this again, we're still dealing with the consequences of the last one." Jason snaps back. With that, they take off out of the cave without another word.

Grayson leans over Drake to scroll through the rest of your pictures. Multiple of the recent pictures include the very same man that none of them are able to put an identity to. Drake and Damian also scanning each photo they go through, hoping for anything to make sense about the mystery man. In every picture you're happy and don't seem worried about him at all. None of your expressions seem fake either, if only a little exaggerated in some. You act like you've known this guy for years, so why hasn't anyone heard of him before?

Drake runs a hand over his face a d huffs out his next words, "This guy bothers me."

Grayson leans his arm on Drake's shoulder, ignoring his attempts to swat him off, "I know right? He's blonde, that just spells trouble."

"… That's not what I meant at all."

Damian tunes out the chatter from the peanut gallery and turns to his father to inform him on his plans, "I will ask Jon if Kent has informed him of anything, or if they know where they are already."

Drake snorts and lets out a quick 'good luck with that'. Damian has to fight the urge to turn around and insult him for even daring to laugh at his attempts. At least he was still doing something, unlike some of the others.

Then he thinks back on the argument that got you to leave unannounced in the first place and he changes his mind. Half of this family isn't good enough to go searching for you anyway. He's sure if you spotted them, you'd make sure you're never found again. All this over something so idiotic.

Whatever. Once he finds you he'll make sure something so asinine won't happen again, so you won't have to feel like you need to escape again. He'll beat it into everyone's head over and over to never look down on you again if it meant you'd tell him what's going on.

Maybe he should deal with that unknown with you as well. Whoever he is, he's way beneath you, and you shouldn't be giving your time to him at all. What would make you stoop so low as to hangout with random civilians over your own family?

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"I swear to God if you throw that blue shell—"

"Too late."

You can do nothing but curse as your position is threatened. All you have is a green shell with a single coin in your back pocket, with no item boxes nearby to try for a boombox. Within seconds you're screaming as the blue shell reaches you and blows you into oblivion. You watch the entire race pass you while waiting for your kart to stop spinning out, ignoring the cheering from the God of Thunder and the victory lap the archer is currently doing around the room. By the time you can drive forward you have no hope of catching up to the front of the pack with no items and no coins, and come in 7th place. You fall off the couch to kneel on the floor, muttering about how you've disgraced your entire linage.

Natasha nudges your back foot from her position on the couch. She doesn't look up from the book she's reading, but obviously is addressing you with her next words.

"You still won the grand prix. Clint isn't even close, and Thor wasn't really competition to begin with."

You shake your head and lean back onto your knees, "You don't understand Nat. Every loss is a severe scar on my record. A stain. Something to be held over my head for years to come. I need to make up for this failure by setting the new world record on the track I've let best me in a moment of weakness."

That's when she looks up from the book she's reading, her brow quirked, not even trying to hide her amusement at your misfortune, "Aren't you already the world record holder?"

"It's obviously not good enough."

"You only lost because of a blue shell."

Suddenly you're being lifted off the floor. Extremely muscular arms wrap around your middle and pull you into a toned chest. Along with the deep laughter coming from the man behind you, and noticing the missing God of Thunder on the couch, you're easily able to identify Thor's the one to pick you up.

"You did splendid! You're mastery has indeed improved since we last versed one another, as have mine! Though Barton…"

Both of you bring your attention back to the archer to see he's still doing victory laps around the room.

"'Twas but a cheap trick. I assure you his proficiency is far below yours."

"A cheap trick means nothing. I still lost, and to him."

Thor only responds with more laughter.

Clint finally stops his self congratulatory dance to… correct your very wrong opinion of him, "Hey, that was not cheap! I worked hard to drive that Blue Shell to the front of the race!"

You wiggle until Thor puts you down, not wanting to argue held in his arms, "You're bagging tactics are cheap and lame!"

"Bagging requires skill—Wait you were bagging our last race! Why are you getting mad at me!?"

Suddenly a book slams closed, cutting off your oncoming rebuttal and drawing everyone's attention to the corner of the room. Another god sits in the corner, his displeasure made evident through the scowl resting on his face and the closed book on his lap. He stands with a level of grace only a spoon fed, self righteous royal could attain, causing you to grumble under your breath—assuming he's only acting this extra because he either wants something, or is planning something.

He shoots you a glare before addressing everyone in the room, his voice underlined with irritation, "You lot are trying my patience with your incessant howling. Attempting to put up with this noise any longer may cause severe damage to my own sanity."

You're heart sinks a little as he makes his way to leave, but on his way past he grabs the back of your clothes and drags you with him without a second thought.

"H-HEY! LOKI WAIT! THE GAME!"

The others do nothing to help you, all used to you acting as the mischief maker's shadow, whether willing or not. You make sure to flip them off before you turn the corner, seeing Natasha shrug and go back to her own book and Thor wave with one of the largest smiles you've seen on him. Clint only laughs at your predicament, so you mentally note to make him your target the next time you play a party game.

Once you're far enough away and Loki has slid his hand from the back of your clothes to your wrist do you speak up.

"You could just ask me to walk with you y'know?"

"So you wouldn't have thrown yourself to further rot away by the hands of that game to accomplish some arbitrary award that grants you nothing but bragging rights?"

"… No?"

"Don't lie to me."

You don't respond, and it's silent as you let Loki take you to wherever he's going. Soon enough you find yourself in front of your bedroom, Loki letting go of you and easily phasing through the door. With a roll of your eyes and complaints under your breath you follow after him.

He's already taken a seat on the egg chair you have next to the bookshelf and opened his book. You huff before looking around for things to do. There isn't much in the room, you never stayed long enough to bother personalizing it, but you do spot the Gamecube Tony bought for you as a joke. He was getting tired of you not doing anything, so he got that and a shelf full of games—said he was buying you a personality.

"Do not tell me you're still going to play that aggravating racing game?"

You continue to set up the console as you reply to him, "It's only aggravating when I'm playing with Clint, and is the one thing I have over Tim, so I gotta make sure I stay better then him." You look over to him and see he's still got his head in his book, "And you're reading! what else do you want me to do!"

Loki ignores most of what you said, only focusing on one thing, "If you are that keen on thinking about your family through every action then why are you still here? I thought you hated them."

"I just need time away." You sigh as you're thoughts drift a little more to the rest of your family, "That house is suffocating, but that doesn't mean I love them less. They're just being annoying."

A laugh escapes you when you think about how annoyed some of them must be right now due to your recent stunt, "That, and it's really funny being petty."

Loki let's it go as he chuckles himself, "Speaking of being petty, where's our next photoshoot? I'm sure they enjoyed seeing our last in the mountains."

You laugh more freely now as you bring your attention back to the game, pushing aside the more troublesome thoughts, "I heard Tony owns a private beach house. I'm sure he wouldn't mind us dropping by for a couple pictures."

[tillsfan]

new official arts analysis..

i really like how. doll-like sua looks here. i love when vivimeng depict sua as a husk of a person, dehumanizing her because she really had nothing without mizi.

the sua on the right seems very content, leaning into her reflection. she honestly seems kind of proud in my opinion. this is her satisfied with her decisionto sacrifice herself without mizi’s knowledge, content with the happy lives they lived while they could live it. sua was accepting of her death, happy it would be her and not mizi, because she KNOWS she wouldn’t survive on her own. mizi is strong, sua isn’t. we also know sua is very selfish. maybe she looks so content because she knows mizi will continue to think of her? maybe she’s aware of the impact this would have on mizi, how she will never leave mizi’s mind, making it easier to accept her own sacrifice.

the sua on the left is creepy, soulless. i always imagined this version of sua is mizi’s current perception of her.. sua was still an angel in her eyes, she was literally mizi’s god, but mizi didn’t know as much about sua as she thought. she knew nothing at all. the sua she knows now is not the sua she knew previously, the innocent and happy sua she grew up with. she’s a shell of a person now, haunting mizi’s mind. did sua plan this? how did she know this would happen? why didn’t she tell me? why did she lie to me? i’m sure questions like these are circling in mizi’s mind, never to be answered.

ivan looks. deranged. to start. he’s way more focused on the camera than sua, looking down on us. also unlike sua, he’s sweating and crying(?), and is leaning away from the reflection. this immediately pushes the fact that ivan didn’t exactly plan his death like sua did hers. we’ll never truly know what was going through his mind, but i always felt like his lash out at till was an impulsive decision. he knew one of them was going to die, and when he saw till no longer fighting, he realized the reality that he wouldn’t be able to keep on going without till. so he ran, letting out all his emotions in his final moments. he is also a very selfish character, so i feel he’s ecstatic that in the end, he got to leave a lasting impression on till like he wanted. either that, or he’s grateful he finally got to let out all his emotions towards till, making till suffer yet saving him in his final moments.

another detail i noticed is that the ivan’s hands aren’t touching each other like sua’s, his hands have their backs faced to each other. the ivan on the left isn’t ivan’s true nature, it’s the facade he’s known to have showed those around him. he’s detached from this persona he put up, therefore not touching his palms. he’s also looking at us like he KNOWS something we don’t. unreliable narrator ivan strikes again.

okay so till’s is SIGNIFICANTLY different than both ivan and sua’s. he’s the only one facing away from us, the blood on him not visible. the side of his injury is also facing away from us. there’s also a lack of branding on him. i feel this is the most obvious piece we’ve gotten signifying that he’s going to be alive. they’re deliberately hiding any way for us to see the aftermath of his injury.. vivimeng has been treating till’s supposed death So much more differently than they’ve treated the other characters deaths. in his final comic, his post ‘death’ official art, and now this (which i will elaborate more on in a different post. i have an 10+ paragraph long analysis on why i believe till is alive LOL..)

his reflection is also not a normal mirror—it’s a true mirror. the hand placement isn’t mirrored like ivan and sua’s, it’s as if he’s directly holding out to the till in front of him. i believe he has a true mirror because he has always been true to himself. he never put up a facade or lied like ivan and sua did, as he never needed to. he was always his most authentic self, not only living for another person like the other true, but also for himself. we don’t see the mirror till’s expression, but we can see his mouth. he’s frowning, showing a lack of acceptance to his fate. i genuinely think he’s going to be okay. he’s a fighter, even in this photo, he’s still fighting. he refuses to accept that it’s his time to go, not sparing us a mere glance of assertion regarding his death.

note that i’m not saying these are the true meanings! just how i interpreted it. <3

[hoonieyun]

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you're my wishlist, looking at you got me thinking of christmas. snowflakes in my stomach when we're kissing and when you're coming down the chimney, oh it feels so good... -sabrina carpenter "a nonsense christmas"

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: romance/fluff - a BIT of angst - idol!heeseung - long distance relationship

warnings: suggestive, kissing, profanity, and overall 18+ (not proofread lol)

summary: heeseung comes home for the holidays

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You didn’t think you could fall in love with Heeseung anymore than you already did but as you smiled at your phone while looking at the photo of Heeseung holding a duck shaped snowball, you couldn’t help but miss him even more. 

As you were going to continue smiling at the handsome photo of Heeseung, you’re interrupted when Heeseung’s contact photo appears on your screen, indicating that he was calling you at the moment. You quickly accept the call and soon enough, Heeseung’s handsome face that you were just staring at appears, he’s bundled up in warm clothes and a scarf so big that it almost covers half of his face. 

“Hi, baby! How are you?” Heeseung asks, flashing his classic smile that never failed to make you swoon. “I was literally just looking at the photo you just posted!” you tell him with a laugh. 

“Wow, you love me huh?” Heeseung teases and you roll your eyes in response, smiling at him regardless of his teasing. The two of you briefly catch up on your days and what you have planned for the week. Heeseung was currently in a car on his way to schedules you assumed and you were in bed, cozied up in a large knit blanket and a hoodie of Heeseung’s that he had left for you. 

Dating someone who is constantly in the public eye and famous doesn’t come easy, but as you face hardships it only makes the sweet and tender moments even more worth it. You and Heeseung have been dating for 2 years now, going on 3 this upcoming Christmas and the only thing you could wish for is that he would come home for the holidays, but with Christmas arriving in the next 24 hours; it was highly unlikely that would happen. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty?” Heeseung asks, bringing you out of your thoughts. You hadn’t realized that you were spacing out, “Oh! Nothing, babe. Was just thinkning about how fun Christmas will be tomorrow. Wish you were here!” you say, a slight pout at the end. Heeseung’s eyes soften at your words, he wished he could spoil the surprise but he knows waiting will be worth it. “I know, my love. I want to be with you more than anything in the world right now.” Heeseung says. 

“But your Christmas present should arrive tomorrow!” he continues. “You didn’t have to get me anything!” you ask, pouting even more but knowing Heeseung was always one to spoil you. “Alright, I’ve gotta go, my love. Merry Christmas, love you. I’ll talk to you soon.” Heeseung says and you bid him goodbye but not before blowing him a kiss through the phone and Heeseung catching it in his hand in response. The two of you laugh at the interaction before ending the call, a sigh leaving your lips as you spend yet another Christmas without the love of your life. 

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Heeseung sighs as you end the call and a smile spreads on his face. You had no idea about his Christmas gift for you and although he felt guilty for leading you on a bit, he knew it was going to be worth it in the end. 

“Is she off the phone?” his manager asks and Heeseung hums in response. His manager tells him that they’re almost at the airport and tells him to make sure he’s got his passport and boarding pass ready. Soon enough, they’re at the arrivals wing of the airport and Heeseung is making his way inside to catch his flight all the way to the love of his life, you. 

Heeseung would arrive sometime on Christmas morning so he was excited to be able to surprise you. He had coordinated with your mom to make sure the surprise works, ensuring that your family holds the secret and doesn’t spoil it for you. Heeseung has been planning this surprise for the last few months and did everything he could to make sure that his company and managers would allow him and in all honesty; he was going to make it happen regardless.

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The next morning was filled with half joy and half yearning. You wished you could wake up and find Heeseung sleeping soundly next to you in bed but like every other day for the last year or so, you woke up in bed alone. Christmas morning should be filled with only joy so you weren’t going to let Heeseung’s absence overshadow your enjoyment of Christmas day with your family. 

You spent a quick amount of time after getting out of bed to get ready. You were going to spend Christmas day at your mom’s house, as you usually did, and you wanted to put yourself together but not too much. Your mom had told you to wear holiday pajamas so you had gotten dressed in a red plaid pajama set. After getting dressed, you quickly packed your car with the presents you were bringing to your family and made your way to your mom’s home. 

Pulling into her driveway, you were met with several cars that belonged to some of your relatives. Your mom suddenly runs out to greet you a Merry Christmas and after sharing a warm hug with her, she helps you bring everything inside so you could greet the rest of your family. 

It was all smiles and warm hugs as you entered your childhood home and what sadness you had from Heeseung’s absence was soon filled with the joy brought by your relatives. You make your way to each family member, hugging and greeting them, when your sister asks, “Merry Christmas! No Heeseung again?” and although she meant no malice behind it, it left a bitter taste in your mouth as it was another reminder that you haven’t been able to spend Christmas with him for the last few years. You shook your head slightly and unbeknownst to you, there were side eyes and smiles exchanged from your relatives as you responded to the absence of your boyfriend. 

The greetings were short lived as right after everyone began exchanging gifts and opening their presents. Several of the kids were cheering in joy as they opened their presents to see toys, stuffed animals, and clothes with cartoon characters you didn’t really recognize. 

You smiled at all of the happy kids and glanced over at the older relatives who were thanking one another for their gifts, the presents being more of convenience for quality of life and a mixture of small personal presents that they knew each other would like. You opened several presents and thanked those that gave you one but although you didn’t want to be a debby downer, all you wanted was for Heeseung to be with you. 

From the side, your mom was looking at you, watching you and trying to read your expression. It doesn’t take much for her to know that you were merely yearning for your lover and she couldn’t help but feel for her daughter and as much as she wanted to comfort you and spoil the surprise, she knew better than to do that. Knowing that the surprise would be worth it in the end. 

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Heeseung ends the call with your mom excitedly just as you’re pulling up into the driveway. He tells her that he had just landed and as soon as he gets his bags, he’ll be on the way to your mom’s house to surprise you and give you the best present you’ve ever had on Christmas. He was so excited to see you and couldn’t wait to get you in his arms and never let go. 

Your mom would occassionally send him updates on you, letting Heeseung know that you had arrived, what you were wearing, how you were feeling, and although he felt bad that you were a bit sad on Christmas, he knew that his presence would be the best present to make you feel better. 

And after what felt like the longest drive of his life from the airport to your childhood home, Heeseung is pulling into the street and instructing the driver to drop him off a few houses down just to be sure you don’t see him coming. 

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Your mom receives a text from Heeseung and she smiles at her phone, “YN, honey. Here, open this!” she says, handing you a gift bag that had a bright red bow on it. “Mom, you didn’t have to get me anything, but thank you.” you say, giving her a hug before opening it. You excitedly open the gift from your mom, being taken back to when you were a child and you’d be ecstatic opening presents from your mom.  

You throw the glittery tissue paper to the side and pull out a white hoodie that was folded neatly but in a way that covers the front. You unravel the hoodie and a smile breaks out onto your face as a laugh erupts from your lips. You flip over the hoodie to show the rest of your family and they all laugh together, the hoodie has a photo of Heeseung as a baby and a santa hat is edited onto him. You thank your mom once more for the cute gift and although you still wish Heeseung was actually there, the hoodie itself helped a lot with how much you missed him. 

You quickly put the hoodie on and at the same time, the doorbell rings. You look at your mom confused as you scan the room, all of your relatives that you knew were attending Christmas at your moms were already here so you weren’t completely sure who that could be. 

“Are you expecting someone else, mom?” you ask and she merely just asks you to get the door. As you get up to open the door, you don’t notice that your relatives have sneakily pulled out their phones to record and were all biting back smiles and laughter as you approach the front door. 

A surprise waiting for you. 

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Heeseung’s heart is beating faster and faster as he walks up the short steps up to the front door and as he presses the button of the doorbell, it feels like time stops as the bell rings from the inside. 

He swears he could hear his heartbeat louder than anything at this moment and he wasn’t completely sure what he would do as soon as he saw you. He had run through so many scenarios in his head on what he would do. 

He thought about just randomly appearing in your moms house. 

He thought about hiding inside of a comically large gift box and popping out.

But as he waited for you to answer the door, all he could think about was wrapping his arms around you and feeling the warmth of your love envelope the both of you. 

Heeseung is brought out of his thoughts when the sound of the door unlocking and opening takes over the sound of his heart beating in his ears. The door slowly opened and there you were, standing behind the door, beautiful as ever, eyes wide and lips slightly parted as your eyes met one another. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Heeseung says, flashing a smile you hadn’t seen in person in so long. 

But before Heeseung could approach you with a hug, the door gets slammed in his face. 

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“What the fuck..?” you say, turning around to look at your family to which you find them all laughing with their phones out recording your reaction. Your breathing was suddenly so fast and you couldn’t process what was happening. 

How was Heeseung standing at your mom’s doorstep at this very moment? 

You couldn’t even fully process what was happening before Heeseung was ringing the doorbell once again. You swing the door open and as Heeseung is about to say something, you jump into his arms with a hug and he catches you. Wrapping his arms around your waist as yours are around his neck. He’s softly rubbing your back while whispering comforting and loving words into your ear. All you could hear was the beating of your hearts together as he whispers into your ear. 

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Heeseung says once again and this time you don’t slam the door in his face. You pull your face away from his neck to look at him, like you were making sure that he was actually there. 

“How are you here right now- Actually, I don’t care.” you say as you tighten your hug and bury your face in his neck once again. Heeseung laughs at your reaction and brings the two of you inside. One of your cousins helping Heeseung bring his suitcase into the house. 

He sits the two of you onto the couch and you situate yourself on his lap. Not even caring that this was way more PDA than you were usually comfortable with in front of your family but you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of Heeseung and neither could he. 

You and Heeseung save your conversation for later, for now the two of you were just happy to be in each other’s arms as you celebrate the Holiday with him and your family. They’d occassionally ask him questions about his life as a KPOP Idol and each time you would shush them and each time Heeseung would gently pat your back to let you know it was okay. 

That’s what you loved about Heeseung, he was always so accommadating and put so much effort into being a part of your family. You couldn’t help but just smile at him as he spoke with your family, they all got him something small but meaningful for Christmas and he soon passed out gifts he brought from Korea. 

“Oh! Before I forget…” Heeseung says as he slightly shifts underneath you, removing his winter coat to unveil a similar white hoodie like the one your mom got you but he had a photo of you as a baby with the same santa hat photoshopped onto the photo. You burst out into laughted at his reveal and once again wrap your arms around him. 

After a few hours and enjoying lunch together, your relatives leave your mom’s home with you and Heeseung leaving the very last; making sure to help your mom clean up before leaving, Heeseung’s idea that only made your heart swell with love even more. 

The two of you bid farewell to your mom, giving her a hug and kiss before heading back to your apartment. Heeseung in tow behind you as you walk over to your car. Heeseung offers to drive and although he hasn’t been in your hometown for a few years, it seems like his memory of the route to your apartment had never left his mind. 

You can’t help but stare at him as he’s driving and as cringe as it may seem, he had one hand on the wheel and his other was gently set on top of your thigh. The two of you spend the car ride singing to Christmas songs and laughing, enjoying the moment together and extending the moment into your apartment. 

Once the two of you enter your apartment his hands are on you and your lips connect. Sharing a kiss that the two of you have waited for for what seems like eternity. The kiss was electric and it felt like the first time you two had ever kissed. At the airport when Heeseung had finally asked you to be his girlfriend right before his flight back to Korea. 

The two of you spend the next few hours in your room, limbs tangled with one another, and your pillows and blankets thrown onto your bedroom floor. 

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“I can’t believe you’re here right now… this is crazy.” you say as you lay your head on Heeseung’s chest while he softly plays with your hair. He explains to you how he made it happen and how he had been planning it for the last few months with the help of your mom. 

“How long are you here for?” you ask, afraid of his answer but to your surprise and joy, Heeseung let’s you know that he’ll be there with you for New Years. He had to pull a lot of strings to be able to get a vacation away from the company for a week or so and with the help of his members, he was able to do just that. 

“Remind me to thank the guys.” you say with a laugh. “What about me? I’m the one that made it happen…” Heeseung says with a fake pout and all you could do was give him a quick kiss on his pouty lips. 

Christmas without Heeseung wasn’t easy, hell, life without Heeseung wasn’t easy and living so far from one another was the ultimate challenge to your relationship but somehow, through his busy schedule, he made it work. 

His dedication to you was a true testament to his love and you couldn’t help but ponder on a future with Heeseung where the only distance between the two of you would be the length of the walk you’d have to go on as you make your way down the aisle. He was someone you could see forever with and you knew that he was the one for you, and so did he. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty?” he asks and you sigh before answering. “Just thinking about how lucky I am to have gotten you as the person I’ll love for the rest of my life.”

“Rest of your life? Are you sure… I mean I know I’m a catch but forever's a… long time.” Heeseung teases and you merely just laugh and slap his chest in response. “Please, if anything, you’re stuck with ME.” you say, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around you tightly. 

“And I wouldn’t want to be stuck with anyone else for the rest of my life.” Heeseung says, giving you a small kiss on your crown. “Thank you… this was the only thing I wanted for Christmas and just when I thought that I would go another Christmas without you… you’re here.” you say, a small tear falls from your eyes and Heeseung pulls you up to look at him, wiping your tears away. 

“I know it’s hard not always being together but just know that I spend every hour of the day and night wanting nothing more to have you in my arms and to go home at the end of the day and to wake up the next day seeing your beautiful face. 

Thank you, for being so patient with me and sticking by my side through everything.” Heeseung says and even though you had briefly stopped crying, you couldn’t help but cry even more at his loving words. 

“Besides, maybe next time I’ll just fly you out to Korea.” he says and you laugh once again while wiping away your tears. 

Heeseung was good at that, making you cry because of how much you loved him but also knowing how to comfort you at the same time. It’s like he knew you so well that he was more connected with your emotions than you were with your own. 

“I love you, thank you for everything. You’re the best present I could ever ask for.” you say, giving him a kiss. 

“I love you too. I couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas and way to enter the New Year than to spend it with you.” he says, once again pulling you into his arms for a hug. 

A hug that you wish you never had to let go of. 

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*·˚ FIRST KISS HEADCANONS : SUNDAY *·˚

Yeah, Sunday escalated a little, which is why he was moved to this post, lol. That's...kinda throwing off my initial plan for these posts. Anyways, bone app the teeth??

*·˚ warnings/info: well, there's obviously going to be mentions of kissing; reader implied to be shorter than Sunday. *·˚ english isn't my native language!

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⭒˚｡⋆ Sunday ⭒˚｡⋆

⇢ Sunday the kinda guy to have his first kiss after an old-fashioned date or something. I mean, my characterizations of everyone keep changing more extremely than the weather in Germany, but yeah, bare with me for the current one. ⇢ Spending time with Sunday (and sometimes Robin) was almost like an everyday occurrence to you. You were...friends? Well, you certainly were close. It wasn't unusual for you to be alone with him, have long conversations about nothing and everything, go out to get dinner with him. ⇢ And you didn't expect today to look any different when he invited you over to spend time with him at his place, thinking he just needed some company in Robin's absence. After all, you were close, and that's what people who got along with each other did - spend time together. ⇢ But, as you spent time with him, laughing over anything you found funny enough, you felt the energy between you was...different than usual. Sometimes you caught Sunday looking at you a little longer than usual, physical touch lingering, and eventually, you found yourself standing beside him on a balcony, overlooking the Morning Dew Dreamscape, your meeting slowly coming to an end.

''I don't think I'll ever get over this view,'' you sighed, leaning against the railing as you watched Morning Dew's sunrise. You had been to a handful of different Dreamscapes, but nothing could ever compare to those that shared the beauty of the morning sun with you. Beside you, Sunday chuckled softly, his shoulder almost brushing yours as he joined you, ''Well, maybe there's a beautiful sunrise somewhere out there just waiting for you to finally witness it.'' ''I have to find a way off this place first, no?'' you quipped, glancing over at him, ''And I guess I can't really do that until Robin returns. Can't just leave you alone, can I?'' When your eyes met his, you found that Sunday had already been looking at you, a gentle expression on his face. ''Well, I'm glad you're still around,'' he muttered quietly, his smile making you flustered, ''I don't think there's anyone whose company I enjoy more.'' ''Yeah? Huh, I don't think Robin would want to hear that,'' you joked, your voice softer than before, almost hesitant. The atmosphere around you was changing, the innocence of the early morning hours suddenly filled with another emotion, one you couldn't name just yet. Sunday just laughed at your response, turning to face the sun, ''I doubt she'd be surprised.'' ''I'm sure she realized it long before I did,'' he continued, catching you slightly off-guard. With a perplexed expression, you just stared at him, repeating his words in your head. You knew that Sunday considered you someone he shared a close relationship with - otherwise, you wouldn't be here right now - but it still made your heart skip a beat to hear him voice it all so openly. In the pale morning light, you found yourself entranced by him, watching the way the soft rays danced across his face, making his golden eyes shine even brighter than you had ever seen. His words kept repeating in your head, quietly, like a choir as your mind went through all the possible meanings behind the simple sentence. ''I hope she doesn't mind that I'm her brother's favorite,'' you finally spoke again, sounding far more off than you had expected, making Sunday turn to meet your gaze. He was smiling, a mixture of amusement and endearment on his face, ''She knew that it was bound to happen.'' ''Besides,'' he added, turning around to fully face you, ''I care about the two of you in very different ways. Robin is my sister, my family. And I love her the way you love your own blood.'' A heartbeat of silence. The world around you seemed to slow down, the ambiance noise as if muted while Sunday continued his speech, ''While my feelings for you and my sister aren't...that unalike, there is an important distinction. I feel familial love for Robin, while I feel something much deeper for you.'' The beating inside your chest made you think your heart was about to break out of your rib cage, and you didn't even realize that you had stopped breathing, unable to break eye contact as you stared at the man, straightening up while trying to process his words. Neither of you was saying anything right now. You were both just looking at each other, the atmosphere completely changed. Sunday seemed as if he was expecting an answer, but your mind was racing in overdrive, unable to form coherent thoughts. And, while Sunday was starting to grow slightly nervous given your...lack of response to his ''confession'', something inside you just- switched. The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them, catching not just you, but also the man off-guard. ''May I kiss you?'' Another heartbeat of silence. Then, a soft chuckle, relief flooding Sunday's expression, ''You may.'' And you did, leaning forward, the nervousness terrorizing you as your lips met his in a soft, brief kiss before you pulled away again, your hands shaking slightly.

You were about to say something, comment on...everything that had been said and done today, but before you could come to word, Sunday cut you off with another kiss, this one longer, deeper, and as you stood there in the light of the early morning sun, you found yourself hoping the moment would never pass.

Sunday held you close after that, his forehead resting against yours as you just stood there, allowing the rays of sunlight to engulf you, the pale golden hue like a sign that you had made the right choice, that you had found the right one.

For the longest time, neither of you wanted to leave, lost in the other's embrace until Sunday slowly pulled away, a sigh escaping his lips, ''I fear I probably have to get back to work.''

''I- I know,'' you muttered, looking up at him, ''Just...a few more minutes? Is that alright? I just...I don't want you to leave yet.'' Your voice was quiet, almost fragile. You couldn't remember the last time you sounded this vulnerable.

And Sunday noticed, eyes widening momentarily before he began to smile, grabbing your chin to tilt your head up and place another brief kiss to your lips, ''Just a few more minutes, then I'll have to get back. But you're welcome to stay with me if you want.''

[wings-of-ink]

Checking in - Author Updates - Quick Poll

Hello all! I hope you are all doing well!

I wanted to check-in. I don't have a ton to say on development, just wanted to keep you in the loop on where I am at personally since it tends to affect production speed. I also have a question for you at the bottom.

As I've posted about before, this year has brought about some challenges for me. There aren't a ton of good developments on that front, and my job is being...difficult. The (technical) good news is that I am still employed, but some days I wish I weren't. (I'd much rather be writing IFs, lol.) There is still uncertainty about the future of my job because it is at the mercy of the whims of my government. But what is more pressing currently is that my employer has opted to treat its employees worse (let me tell you, this is a feat because they've never really treated us well), by making our lives and jobs harder. I've made some "worst-case scenario" plans to prepare, so I'm just getting by one day at a time. Oh...and I also have needed to work overtime again, so that's another time suck there. Ugh. In May, I'm taking a couple days of off for me to rest.

In more recent news, I am doing physical therapy...yippy! In recent months I have struggled with my right shoulder. I assumed it was one of those "you're in your late 30s" pains, and I just dealt with it. Don't do that, by the way. I have a very bad habit of just doing with little regard for pain and discomfort. But, it got difficult to hug without pain, and nothing messes with my huggin'. We really don't know what is wrong with my shoulder/arm, but I'm doing virtual (oooh shiny) PT (not the Silent Hill variety) to hopefully correct the issue. If I don't see results, I will need expensive tests and scans. No worries currently, though, I don't think this will slow me down much at all. I can still write and I don't experience any discomfort when I do.

I'm also still working on a coding class, which is self-paced, but I'm sticking to a lesson schedule to make sure I get it done. I would really love to be able to make improvements of my own to GC or even make my own Twine Template someday.

So, in more fun development news, Chapter 6 is growing steadily. And so is Chapter 5, technically. If you missed it, check out this Tumblr ask where I talk a bit about that. The ask and answer contain some slight spoilers for Ch 5 & 6, but nothing too specific.

Chapter 5 is up by a bit over 1500 words, if you're curious, and Chapter 6 is up to over 69k words. I am wrapping up a big moment for Zahn, which might be a bit heavy. After that, there's a more fun moment, which will present a few coding challenges for me, but I'm looking forward to it. *rubs hands together like housefly*

Finally, I have a question for subscribers or those who may want to sub in the future. I find myself wondering what else to post about at times. Especially when I have inordinately busy weeks, I just can't think of things that you may want to see other than peeks at the chapter. I sincerely wish I had more time to add more projects. I have so many ideas kicking around in my head...

So, I was wondering if you were interested in seeing things other than God-Cursed that I have worked on. These would be things that may or may not become much of anything later, so I wasn't sure if there would be much pull to see them (or if it would just be a cruel tease, lol). I have an incomplete IF that I did to help me learn Twine a couple of years ago. I used it to just get acquainted because I am very much a hands-on learner. It's a humorous and simple story (loosely) based on an actual time in my personal life. I have debated about finishing it. I have a couple of others as well where I was playing with a story idea to see how it felt. I also have a complete romance novel which I am slowly editing for publication.

Patreon, Ko-fi links if you want them.

So that's all for me. If anything big happens, I will let you know! ^_^

Take care, everyone!

~Lunan

[unconventional-user]

Rooftop Remarks

Summary: Simon’s taking a cigarette break on the rooftop of base. Another soldier happens to do the same, without a cigarette.

Warning(s): swearing, military inaccuracies, hint of survivors' guilt, implied suicide attempt(?) Not really, NOT PROOFREAD

Word count: 1.4k

Idk bro i got the sudden urge to write. Might be bad, I don't really know lol. I found comfort in it. Plus I like the idea of Ghost not knowing how to comfort. I'm currently waiting to get my blood drawn.

* This work was created by @unconventional-user, no re-post(s), you may, however, re-blog. Thank you. *

The wind seemed harsh as it screamed.

The oncoming nightfall seemed to ignore the futile cries.

No matter how loud, its message would never be conveyed.

Nonetheless, Ghost would remain on the rooftop of the base. After all, he desperately needed the cigarette.

“...Fuckin’ hell…” he blew the smoke out from his lips, watching as the wind dragged it away. Good. He would be there a while.

It was rare he’d get a break after such a grueling mission, especially one on the cusp of being what the Brit would consider an ‘absolute shit-show’.

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. It was supposed to be a simple recce mission. The ultranationalist group held the location on Makarov. The mission was to scope out and see if there was any potential lead to capture.

It was supposed to be minimal effort.

But when one of the soldiers stepped on a hidden landmine, that’s how the task force discovered they’d been expected by the enemy.

Although the team managed to recover something, it wasn't the amount of details they'd been hoping for.

A couple of lives were taken.

Hell, it wasn’t even in the books that lives would have been lost at all.

Releasing a tired sigh, Ghost lifted the mask up a bit more and took another drag.

However, he quickly pulled it down after hearing the door open.

The sound of scraping boots was an obvious indication. He smacked a certain soldier upside the head this morning because of it: ‘Lift those bloody feet, will ya?’

Without turning, he motioned with his hand to the 20 pack in his hand. Ghost would figure you’d need it.

“I don’t smoke, lieutenant..”

“Neither do I.” Ghost spoke.

“I’m serious…” and yet, you carefully plucked a cigarette from the box. Muttering a small ‘thank you’, you headed towards the ladder to climb back down.

“Oi.” Ghost turned his head back, “You just popped ‘round to nick something from me?”

Well that was unexpected. You shook your head, “No, sir. I just figured you’d want to be alone. So you don’t have to…”

Gesturing to his mask, it seems he understood you.

Ghost didn't care, and called you back with a wave of his arm, “Can’t exactly puff without a lighter. Or were you thinking of finding a bin for it?”

You didn't say anything. He pulled out the lighter and lit the cigarette between your fingers.

“Thank you.”

His silence spoke back. He took notice of the way your eye bags were a bit swollen and wet. Your hair was a bit frazzled, and overall posture was slouched.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t see the exhaustion on you. Not just physically, but mentally too.

And Ghost knew better than most when to keep his mouth shut. You were here to find solace. No doubt from today’s clusterfuck of a mission.

A moment passed by, and you hadn't even touched the cigarette to your lips. It burned slowly, the smoke acting as an imaginary barrier between both of you.

As Ghost finished his, stubbing it to the ground with his boot, he said nothing as he turned. Ready to head back, he’s had enough peace.

As the door handle was grabbed, your voice interrupted.

“Did you think the mission would be such a disaster?”

Ghost’s grip loosened on the handle. Speaking no words, he simply stayed put.

It was a breathless chuckle that made him turn around.

The grip on your cigarette was sharp. Its red embers burned the fingers tightly around it, albeit the fist remaining clenched.

Releasing a shaking breath, you felt numb. Not even the bubbling sensation of pain in your hand could make you break out of the trance.

The main horror upheld all thoughts at the moment. You had lost people on that mission. Lost friends. Lost brothers, sisters. Yet you're the “lucky” one that made it out survived.

It hadn't hit until everything was over. And now here you are, on the same rooftop your lieutenant also deemed safe to get away from it all.

Now you just need him to go away so you can break down.

Unfortunately, he heard and grudgingly walked back.

He wasn't one to comfort at all. In fact, he’d never be picked to do so. But you were a soldier in need.

Plus, he wasn't a complete arsehole either.

Ghost didn’t even know where to start. Simply standing beside you didn’t feel adequate enough. So he simply did what he did best.

“Why don’t blind guys skydive?”

“..Huh?” Confused, you turned to the lieutenant.

“Scares the shit out of their dogs.”

There was an awkward silence between one another, and it wasn't because of the awkward joke that was made.

It was because he was making an attempt.

An attempt at comfort. Something he typically does not do.

Scratch that. He does not do that at all.

Or maybe Ghost noticed your demeanor and decided to act accordingly.

Regardless, it felt quite peculiar.

Facing him, you said nothing, as he faced the view and tried again.

“What has two legs and bleeds?”

Brows furrowed, you simply shrugged, holding back a smile. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

But he did.

“...I don’t know. What?”

“Half a dog.”

The silence was loud between the two. Yet it was broken by the low sigh you let out.

“Y’know, about that mission earlier,”

Ghost remained quiet.

“It made me realize…or fully realize at least,”

He faced forward again.

“How luck I am to be alive.”

If that didn’t confuse the lieutenant already, the way you stepped forward towards the ledge surely did. He remained vigilant of you nonetheless, making sure you didn't go closer.

“When we got ambushed…” you started, “I was not expecting to step on a landmine.”

What? It was comical the way Ghost’s eyes had opened. So it was you. He wasn't close enough to witness the scene. He’d just been told, ‘We've landed in the killzone!’ and all hell broke loose.

“I was fully expecting to be gone in the blink of an eye. I had accepted my death, it's just a part of the job, right? I was thinking that at least my comrades, my friends would be able to pass the news on to my parents, y’know?”

He said nothing and let you continue on.

“To my suprise, it didn't happen..” Ghost instinctively reached out as you stepped closer to the ledge. His arm is now grabbing your bicep. “I felt someone shove me to the ground.”

Your voice became shaky, you looked down at your feet, not even noticing the grip. Suppressing a sniffle, you refused to break down in front of your superior.

Not that the lieutenant would say anything.

“When I turned around, who would’ve thought…”

You mentioned a last name that rang a bell. It was one of the soldiers he saw the explosion come from and emit chaos. They must’ve pushed you, saved you from death.

Something he will be in their debt for.

“I lost so many people.” So did he.

“I lost so many friends. So many brothers.”

He feels awful for thinking it, but thankfully he did not.

“And the crazy thing is…that I was supposed to die with them,”

Finally being able to breathe properly, you gulped a breath of air as the tears finally fell. The silent sobs were covered by biting your fist.

You felt a squeeze on your forearm, “So, why didn’t I? Why did they save me?”

He felt uncomfortable, but decided to push anyway, “Don't matter why.”

You stared back at him, waiting to see if he would speak again. He didn't. But it’s ok.

Deep down, you knew he meant well, even if he struggled to show it.

Looking down, you noticed his arm still gripping your bicep. You gave him a look, to which he just responded by gesturing toward the ledge. “Step back.”

In doing so, he pulled out his pack again.

This time, you took another cigarette with the intention of smoking it.

Let me know honest thoughts and feedback, I got tired so i ended it abruptly lol.

[1moreff-creator]

Theory: Mai Akasaki’s Sixteen Killers

The theory that everyone in DRDT’s killing game is responsible for the death of Mai Akasaki. 

If you’ve been around the DRDT theorizing sphere, you might have caught sight of a very particular thought floating around; that one way or another, everyone in the killing game is responsible for Mai’s death. It comes up every now and then, so I figured I'd throw in my own take on the matter. Let’s pull a Poirot, and solve this Murder on not-quite-an Orient Express!

CW: Murder, suicide, poison, mentions of religion

The Prologue: Mai is Dead? Who is Mai?!

Alright but maybe I should explain who the hell I'm talking about for the uninformed :v

Mai Akasaki is a more or less secret character, who’s only had nine seconds of screen time in the main series (Teruko’s dream in 1-6), but is most likely Unnamed Classmate from the Bonus Episodes. A full introduction and several important theories I believe about her can be found in my Mai post. Although some parts of that post are outdated, it gives what I consider to be a good overview of everything we know about her. 

But in case you don’t feel like reading 15k words of rambling about this cryptid of a character, here’s quick summary:

-Probably part of Hope’s Peak East Class 27, classmate to most if not all the cast. After all, she’s Unnamed Classmate from the BEs. 

-Really nice girl everyone adored like a god.

-Xander and her fucked around (presumably staging some kind of rebellion against Hope’s Peak).

-She found out (per Veronika’s Mai quote, “A for who didn’t foresee the consequences”). 

-Presumed dead. 

To elaborate on that last point, given it’s part of this post’s thesis, I’ll quickly show the evidence. 

Most explicit. Mai’s numeral XI (and if you don’t know what a numeral means in the context of LGI, or what a "Mai quote" is, I urge you to read my secrets masterpost. This isn't an entry level theory lol :v) shows up alongside “God is dead,” alongside with an arrow pointing at Mai’s portrait when the word “God” shows up on screen. Not only that, this is the only grey numeral in the entire MV.

Then, just one line afterwards, the Kubler-Ross model of the five stages of grief shows up, a model often associated with death.

Even more evidence: the flowers in her tattoo are probably Mai flowers, a discovery by the-fox-in-the-socks. These flowers are associated with the legend of a girl named Mai who, among other things, died. Read their post for full clarification. 

So… yeah. Mai’s dead. But, can we really claim the cast is to blame?

The Basis: Someone’s Fault

There is currently one person in the cast who is heavily suspected to be in some way responsible for Mai’s death, two more who I brought up in my Mai post as likely candidates as well, and even more which have looser connections to her death. 

Teruko - Via Second Anniversary Art.

This gif shows Mai’s gloves disappearing from the top of a frame otherwise containing only Teruko, and in the middle flashes a code that (by rearranging the “rows” of the columns in numerical order) translates to “It’s all your fault.” So, Teruko at least is probably implicated, presumably through her luck if nothing else.

Xander? - Via Sixth Bullet

The LGI MV tells us there are six bullets to find, with the hint that we can’t actually find all of them. Indeed, only five bullets can be found. However, that could lead someone to speculate that the sixth bullet is loaded in the gun. Said weapon is labeled “(not a) prop gun”, connecting it to Xander, and aimed, while not directly at the Mai portrait, still too close for comfort. The idea here is that Xander might be considered responsible for her death because it was his idea to rebel against Hope’s Peak, and that may be what got her killed. If that makes no sense to you, again, please read the Mai post, I've already written too much about this girl to repeat myself too much T_T

Whit? - Via Tetraphobia

When Whit’s numeral XV appears on screen, we also get the instruction “subtract 4, due to tetraphobia.” XV - 4 = XI, which is Mai’s numeral, again “God is dead.” This could connect Whit to her death, with the idea being that he’s Whit so if there’s a way to look suspicious he’ll take it. That is to say, I actually don’t know how Whit could be connected to Mai’s death :p The only way to salvage Whit’s innocence in regards to Mai is to assume the tetraphobia thing is meant to connect him to footnote 11 instead of numeral XI, but footnote 11 is the Diana one, and while there’s ways to make that work, theorizing about Diana is genuinely harder than theorizing on Mai. So, for the purposes of the post, we’re gonna ignore that connection to Diana, and say that this could connect Whit to Mai. 

Ace??? - Via Highlighted Text

This is the most recent allegation to come up, and it’s based on an observation regarding Eden’s dialogue in 2-16.

Eden [2-16]: I never said that I forgave him. It's just that... The Ace I met for the first time wasn't a murderer.

The bolded text is peculiar. While it could just be for emphasis, it’s also possible it’s bolded to bring attention to it because it’s an assumption which is wrong. As in, Ace was a killer since the start of the killing game. If that’s not about Taylor (which it very well could be considering Ace’s dialogue, let's not ignore that), it could be about Mai. 

Veronika??? - Via Mai Quote

Veronika's Mai quote: A girl who didn't foresee the consequences.

Hers is the one that references consequences, after all!

Yep, that's the full connection.

David???? - Via Mai Quote Order

His Mai quote is the only one after Veronika’s in the Mai order given by the source code of Mai’s page, an order which has not been entirely forgotten. This could maybe make him suspicious if you squint harder than anyone’s ever squinted before. Does this one even make sense to anyone who is not me? Who knows.

Min????? - Via Footnote 6

Footnote 6, “[Prayer]”, flashes on screen at the same time Min’s numeral X is there.

Since Mai is a “God” in the MV, the prayer goes to the God, the scene is referencing Min’s murder kinda through the trial… Yeah this is uber weak. It’s kinda similar to saying Eden’s suspicious because her Mai quote makes no sense; just because it’s weird doesn’t mean it can be cleanly connected to the Agenda.

Yeah that’s kinda it. But, if only a few characters are being even tangentially connected to Mai’s death, how is it possible that everyone is catching an allegation? Well…

The Thread: Rule 14 & “Murder on Orient Express”

“Rule 14: All murderers must be held accountable for their crimes."

The strange wording in this rule has been a topic of speculation for a while. You could take it to mean that blackeneds who lose trials get executed, but then it wouldn’t be “all murderers,” it would just be “the murderers who get found.” Thus, the theory that there could have been multiple murderers in the cast even before the killing game properly started was born.

This is especially notable given a recent reveal: MonoTV's purpose.

MonoTV (DefaultTV) [2-16]: But there is no reason for me to punish Ace a second time. That would fail to serve my purpose. Ace: What? Charles: Your purpose? DefaultTV: Naturally. To run this killing game until the death of every participant.

There is no rule that states anything along the lines of "everyone has to be dead by the end," not directly. That is, of course, unless Rule 14 applies to everyone. If all murderers must be held accountable for their crimes, and everyone in the cast is (by some loose definition of the word) a murderer, then it follows that MonoTV would be designed to "punish" (read: kill) each and every one of them.

And this isn’t the only allusion to the possibility. The next topic to cover would be “A Murder on Orient Express.” Uh, spoilers for the book, but it’s a murder mystery where the big twist is that every suspect, every passenger in the train, had a part in the death of the victim. 

How is this connected to DRDT? Well, for starters, it’s one of the books referenced in LGI, with three appearances; one is just a reference to the David reveal, but the other two are more notable, one being attached to Teruko’s numeral XIII and the other directly preceding the “democratic-ly” shot, which directly references the killing game. A connection to the protagonist, the “main antagonist” and the killing game itself could be noteworthy…

If this wasn’t LGI. Teruko’s numeral is also attached to text from “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,” the David scene has references to “Dogra Magra” and “No Longer Human,” and if it’s just about number of appearances, Hamlet has a whopping eight showings. If showing up in LGI was all these stories needed to be considered plot relevant, we’d need to figure out a connection to, like, a million other books, a scientific paper and several Wikipedia articles.

No, the more relevant references to Murder on Orient Express actually come from the main series itself. For starters, Teruko references Agatha Christie in 1-1. 

Teruko [1-1]: Strychnine... I think that many mystery novels mention that sort of poison. A****a C******e uses it as the murder weapon in one of her books.

However, Agatha Christie has written more than one book. In fact, the book Teruko references is "The Mysterious Affair at Styles," which I researched but couldn't find any way to connect it to DRDT (unless the concept of double jeopardy somehow becomes important). No, we need something else to refer us to Murder on Orient Express.

Which gets us to the biggest connection between DRDT and the book itself. And because dev hates me, specifically, it’s of course, in Thrown to the Wolves. 

Like, really, why is this execution in particular the most theory relevant execution in the history of fangans? I take psychic damage every time I revisit 1-12 please save this poor Min fan-

The final question Min receives is “Who wrote the murder mystery novel Murder in the Calais Coach?”. And “Murder in the Calais Coach” is the US’ localization of “Murder on Orient Express.” Notably, this is the only time in the main series (as far as I remember) that a proper noun referring to a real thing isn’t censored with asterisks; TEDtalks, Agatha Christie, and Amazon have all been censored this way. 

Xander [to David, Prologue-2]: You're just as incredible in real life as you are in your T*****k videos!

MonoTV [2-14]: But ever since I ordered 100 tons of concrete blocks from Am***n, I have been blacklisted from all online order companies.

This gives us an explicit connection, at least. Sure, it’s not guaranteed to be important just because it showed up in Thrown to the Wolves (I doubt the Riemann Hypothesis or that one enzyme system are important to DRDT), but combined with the other Agatha Christie reference and the lack of asterisks, it really seems like this could truly be significant.

So we've drawn the link between the book and DRDT. Combining it with what we talked about earlier about Rule 14 and MonoTV's purpose, it really seems like there's a solid argument to say that the whole cast might be responsible for the death of one particular person. And if that's the case, because of what we talked about even earlier, it's very possible that refers to Mai's death specifically.

Further evidence is MonoTV's Mai quote, "It's all your fault." The fact that the mascot of the killing game is saying that on Mai's page already suggests a connection between Mai's death and the origins of the killing game, so combined with the fact the purpose of this game is killing all its participants, it can potentially be taken as further evidence for the "Mai on the Orient Express" theory.

Now, to be clear, even with all of this, the evidence is... extremely loose. Understandably so; Mai and the killing game's origins are series wide mysteries which likely won't even get close to being solved until much later, so any theory which connects them is going to lack any amount of truly significant evidence. However, I feel there's enough there to at least consider it for the time being, and to keep the possibility in mind going forward. That's kinda the thesis of the post basically, "keep this in mind in case it comes up again" :v

As an add on though:

Alternative Theory: Unique Victims

Also known as: Holy shit is that a motherfucking Milgram reference?!!??!?

The idea here is that instead of everyone being responsible for Mai's death in some abstract manner, they all each killed at least one person before the killing game, but they each have different victims. "Killed" by a very loose metric, mind you, where being partially responsible for someone's suicide counts as murder in the eyes of the killing game organizers for some reason. This would be consistent with the previously mentioned Rule 14 interpretation, though the connection to Murder on Orient Express is notably weaker, as you need to generalize "everyone is responsible for the death of one particular person" to "everyone is responsible for someone's death." The advantage it has over the other theory is that we have a better idea of what each person's murder could be:

-Levi killed four people, that one's easy.

-Arturo blames himself for Felicity's death, at least.

-Min poisoned her competition. Potentially non-lethally, but potentially lethally as well.

-Teruko still probably holds some responsibility in Mai's death, or at least believes she does.

-Ace has been implied to blame himself for Taylor's death.

-Charles and Whit have Elliot and Elizabeth respectively. We don't know the full context of those two's deaths, so Charles and Whit could be responsible technically somehow.

-Veronika's done something worse than her motive secret implied, which could be murder. There's no evidence for it, but you know, it's possible.

-We know less than zero about Diana, to the point it's not impossible to make a theory that David caused her death.

-Xander has survivor's guilt... It's really not the same thing but y'know. You can kinda twist it into self-blame for death.

-Maybe Eden tried to kill Xander when she gouged out his eye? (Again sorry if you don't know what I'm talking about, should've read my secrets masterpost :p). If the cast calls Nico a murderer for attempted murder, then this could work. Technically.

-Hu attempted suicide. This is the biggest stretch in history, but there's some way to call Hu her own murderer with the same idea as before, that attempted murder still makes you a murderer. You know, ignoring that attempting suicide is completely different from murder. I'm trying, okay?

-Maybe Arei ruining her sisters' lives can be considered murder? Absolutely not, but again, I'm trying.

-If J, Rose and/or Nico killed someone before the killing game, it's never been implied. So, yeah. We're cooked on that front.

There's admittedly more set up for it than I'd realized before writing all that, but it's still not particularly perfect. I'll point to Arei as a particularly big problem for this theory, because there's almost no way for us to easily learn that she's killed someone now that she's dead, assuming her secret isn't somehow considered murder. Not to mention that Rose would probably have her murder as her secret if she remembers doing it. That, alongside with the Mai theory's closer connection to Murder on Orient Express, is why this post is mostly focused on said Mai theory; I find that to be the stronger possibility.

But of course, that's just my opinion. These theories are highly speculative and very likely to be wrong, but I wanted to get them out there somewhere. Hope you enjoyed them, and thanks for reading! If you made it this far, then you deserve a copy of Murder on Orient Express to read... or something like that. See ya'!

[alexanderlightweight]

vampires!Malec based on the idea "im not the step sire, im the sire who stepped up" (tshirt not required, regardless of what the screenshot implies). Alec is turned by someone not vampire!Magnus, but Magnus styles himself as Alec's "sire" regardless. He'll make it true enough.

ily babe, I hope you feel better today has been rough for you

<3

also I want it known that even before they sent the prompt in. my bf started laughing a few weeks ago and showed me a picture of the shirt. they were so tickled by it.

also I realized i'm coming back after a long break and there are new people so to clear it up @queensaryn aka saeth/alxndrlightwoods is my bf/partner and we live together. I bring him up a lot especially since saeth likes sending me ideas/prompts that we also talk about at home.

if you don't want to see us flirting ever in posts I always tag anything flirty with 'saeth & kitten' so just blacklist that tag.

anyways daddy!kink is one of saeth's things and my bf is pretty much in pain 24/7 and i'm happy to try and write them anything they might like. but i'd like to make it clear that saeth is the only one I make exceptions in my writing for. also since it's not really my thing I have no idea how this will go except that saeth will be reading it over before I post it to ensure i've got the right vibes lol

(okay but is this daddy!kink or sire!kink??? who even knows. are they the same thing but different? I certainly don't know but it gives my bf something to look forward to).

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the binding yearning

The Hotel Dumort is a hollow, empty shell when Magnus steps through the shadows and into the corridors that house Camille’s stronghold and Raphael’s sanctum. 

Normally filled with activity — if not life — the hotel is now eerily quiet.  

It isn’t until Magnus has passed the soundproofed door of Camille’s innermost rooms — the ones Raphael begged him to come to — that he hears it.

Agony and rage combine in an inhuman howl that sends electricity arcing down Magnus’ spine. In mere seconds he finds himself at Raphael’s side, pulling him away from where he and Lily — one of Raphael’s trusted aides — are trying to restrain a thrashing figure.

Even with their vampiric strength, they are struggling but Magnus has no need of such effort when his magic is more than enough. 

For a moment, he says nothing as he lets Raphael and Lily collect themselves, Magnus’ own golden eyes captivated by the form on the ground.

A shadowhunter.

One with runes lit up in a lurid yet revolting display, as if his body is currently trying to burn his angelic marks from the inside out as angelic blood fights within his own body.

“What happened here?” 

Perhaps his tone is more threatening than he realized.  Normally he is softer with Raphael at least, but this is no time for coddling and Raphael chose his path when he followed Camille rather than create his own way.

“She fed him her blood after he took the blow for a different shadowhunter.” Lily is the one who speaks, her voice tight as she glances at Raphael and then Magnus before lowering her gaze.  “She knew he would die, but she wanted him to suffer. She wants the mortal cup and is furious that it slipped further away.”

“Magnus, the Clave—” and Raphael trails off, hopeless in the face of this last and final misstep.  One that proves Camille is unfit to lead the clan and yet, one that none of them will recover from if the Clave finds out. 

A dead shadowhunter is one thing.

A shadowhunter tortured with vampiric blood during the last throes of his death is another entirely.

“No matter how powerful and threatening, the Clave still needs evidence.” 

The both turn to stare at him in shock before Raphael’s face blanks and Lily’s quickly follows.  

“You will both leave now, he was injured and in pain but alive when you last saw him. The fire obscured your vision and you never saw him again.  That will be enough.”  Even as he speaks, hellfire crackles into existence, summoned from the depths of Edom’s core. Lily doesn’t hesitate to flee and Raphael only lingers long enough to glance once more at the shadowhunter with dismay and then to Magnus with resignation and sorrow.

“She’s gone too far now. She’s out of control.”

“She’s been out of control since before you met her, Raphael.  It is merely now that you’re willing to admit it.”

Raphael is gone as soon as the last word has fallen from Magnus’ mouth and with his departure the fire spreads.

It is easy to kneel amid the flames of Edom — his flames —  and lift the shadowhunter into his arms. The fire laps playfully at Magnus’ body even as the Hotel Dumort burns around him.  There will be nothing that remains of Camille’s most prominent lair when the flames ebb, nothing but ash.

Once in his own domain — not the loft he frequents in Brooklyn — but the dark sprawling expanse of his own immortal lair, Magnus lets himself relax.

The shadowhunter in the throes of his very lineage being torn apart is still in his arms, Magnus’ magic and aura enough to keep him contained even while in agony. But despite his slow and steady torment, his fate is not one of the undead for he is not a true fledgling.

At least not yet.

There are few beings and things that Magnus has truly found interesting or stimulating since the trial that made him more than just a warlock. 

Yet now, he finds himself captivated.

Perhaps it is because the shadowhunter is stunning, a tragic image of fallen beauty that stirs Magnus’ greed. It could even be his scent, which even when wrought with pain is holy blood that begs to linger on Magnus’ tongue and coat his throat with divinity.

It might even be that Magnus’ ire at Camille is so stoked that he wishes to deal yet another blow against her.

Yet, as Magnus’ eyes devour the face of the shadowhunter in his arms, he doesn’t think that’s quite it.

The sound of a desperately fighting heartbeat grows weaker in his ears and though unhurried, Magnus wastes no further time lingering on speculation. 

That can always come later.

The last, deepest and most secret of spaces in Magnus’ lair is well furnished and lit despite that no natural night will ever shine here. Candles and glowing rocks grace the walls and ceilings and the ceremonial dais that Magnus once regained life and vitality at.

It is easier than it should be, to cut his own wrist and press it to a lax, unprotesting mouth.  His other hand massages his prey’s throat, helping him to swallow down the blood that will save his life, whether he likes it or not.

After that, there is a choice and Magnus laughs, the sound echoing over the quiet space with a mocking glee.

Is there truly a choice, when such a luscious bounty is before him?

Why would he leave his shadowhunter to agonize for hours when Magnus can gently sip the life away from him and enjoy a banquet at the same time.

It’s with ease that Magnus lowers them down to the ground behind the dais.  Here there is no stone, the earth soft and moist from natural springs this far down.  It is rich with magic, both defiled and divine and it is the same cradle that Magnus himself once emerged from.

Here, in the place of Magnus’ own rebirth, his shadowhunter will do the same.

Magnus presses his lips to hot, feverish skin and for a moment he lingers in a caress and then he bites.

As his fangs slide in he tastes an intoxicating ambrosia, a flavor that blooms on Magnus’ tongue with a richness that clings even as he swallows mouthful after mouthful.

Alexander.

The name of his shadowhunter comes to him as he swallows, something wistful attached as it echoes in his mind even as he drinks deeper and lets himself float amid the core of emotions within Alexander.  

He’s both fascinating and troubling. 

A contradiction of ferocity and softness that intrigues Magnus even as it leaves him hungry for more.  It’s with reluctance that Magnus finally pulls himself away, leaving just enough of a fading heartbeat that he believes his plan will work.

It’s unfortunate that Camille’s blood was the first to grace Alexander’s body, but his own will burn it out soon enough and when Alexander wakes, he will belong to Magnus entirely.

The ground is soft as Magnus buries him, his body no longer restricted by hunting gear but in simple clothes that will be easy to clean with magic.  There is no need to make Alexander’s rebirth difficult, not when he’s been through so much already.

Magnus doesn’t leave.

Oh he prepares, he makes plans and sends off messages and ensures that he will not be disrupted and that Alexander’s presence has already disappeared from the outer world.

But he doesn’t leave.

It’s just before dawn when the dirt stirs.  It’s such a small movement that it would have been missed without constant surveillance.  

In an instant Magnus is kneeling on the very edges of the cradle, where stone meets dirt as a smirk graces his face. It’s been a long time since something thrilled him so, and the excitement builds as pale, bloodless fingers break through the rich loam and then, his beautiful boy follows.

He keens, a sound just as inhuman as the noise he made when Camille’s blood first dared to cross his lips.  Magnus reaches out, grabbing on to his wrist and pulling Alexander into the shackle of his embrace.

“Drink, Alexander.” He orders, keeping his voice soft and pressing his lips to Alexander’s ear even as he forcibly pulls his fighting, mindless boy closer.  “Drink now, as much as you need.  As much as you want.”

The spells that Magnus set up in advance activate, both Alexander’s blood and the extra that he’s replenished himself with is primed for this.  It’s with a sigh of delighted ecstasy that he feels Alexander’s newly formed fangs finally pierce through the skin of his neck.  It’s frantic, the insatiable desperation of a newly turned vampire and yet, despite currently being feral, Magnus can feel how easily Alexander gentles under Magnus’ touch and taste.

“Perfect darling,” Magnus encourages even as his fingers run through Alexander’s dirt covered curls.  Magic cleans each lock of hair as Magnus pets and soothes Alexander through frantic, almost violent, convulsions as he drinks.  Lips tremble against his jugular even as Magnus sighs in contentment, amused at how Alexander’s fangs greedily tear through his skin, harder than necessary but softer than expected with considering the gluttonous fervor of a newly turned vampire.

While sire is a term that Alexander will undoubtedly understand the meaning of without context, what is normally a valid and useful term feels stale and sterile to Magnus.

Sire is a term bound by the limitations of language and Magnus will be more than simply Alexander’s sire.

He will be everything.

“That’s right, Alexander.” Magnus promises, his voice a soft murmur as Alexander’s body and brain continue to fight.  One wishing to feed and the other begging for oblivion.  “Drink as much as you need. Your ayah is more than capable of keeping you sated.”

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ THE BIG CROCO BROTHER: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Being a father was not easy, imposing limits was necessary and no matter how cute his face was, that of the Crocodile's only son, he couldn't allow you to do whatever you wanted... Especially when you're running around with three deadly wild animals."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP! NON ROMANCE, Father and Son! Male reader! Child reader! Soft dad Crocodile! Cross guild! Savage animals (bananawani), the reader has a powerful man in his control (his own dad)

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : And here I'm again, trying to post again and idk, nothing much to say today, my mood is horrible and my life sucks, but here some family fluffy to see if that motivates me to write again. Also the names of the wani are terrible because my discord friends choose them lol hahahah blank/no pronouns/fem=block

Crocodile was listening to Mihawk talking about the latest news he had gotten on his last trip, Buggy was looking at some maps that his henchmen had given him and the lizard himself was looking at the management papers of that entire alliance. At least now it was working a little better and giving more profit than headaches, but Crocodile still refused to accept that a circus really had so many needs and needed such a big budget just for those pathetic shows... that clown was probably deceiving.

“FUCK!” Buggy shouted, making the dark-haired man snap out of his reverie and try to figure out what the shouting was about.

It was then that he saw a peculiar scene that had curiously been repeated a lot in the last few days. One of the baby bananawani was biting Buggy's leg, another seemed to be eager to eat the clown's colorful papers and the third and last was trying... no, he was begging for a lap to the strongest swordsman in the world who simply stared at him without reaction.

You see, being a parent is extremely difficult. Being a father and being a pirate with a young son and with Crocodile's current situation is even more so, he wouldn't want that to be the case but he really managed to be quite absent, he tried to make up for it by spoiling you and the problem was that he spoiled you a bit too much. You weren't a bad or rude child, but you simply faithfully believed that you could have the world at your feet if you asked your father nicely. Of course you could, but it wasn't good for your ego to be completely sure of it.

So, in a way of trying to teach you some good values like responsibility and any other nonsense, he left you in charge of taking care of three bananawani babies. You needed to feed them, take them out of the water tank, clean the tank, all the normal activities of a normal pet. With the difference that your pets were deadly creatures even as babies and were more than ready to rip off some arms for your protection.

“(Y/n), what did we talk about getting them out of the tank?” Crocodile sighed, this wasn't the first time the babies had wandered around the ship instead of being safe in their water tanks. He can still hear the cries of the henchmen who received unexpected bites because their pets were out of control.

“I’m sorry daddy” you said entering the room, you quickly went to the baby in Mihawk and picked him up. Not completely up since that single bananawani baby must have been heavier than you, so you just held him the best you could with his entire lower part dragging on the floor.

Buggy whimpered trying to pull the baby off his leg which only made him bite harder, causing the clown to scream again. Crocodile sighed and got up to help you deal with the mess.

“They’re still too young to wander around alone, they’ll just create trouble” he tried to convince you again.

“But... Miss Banana Split was sad” you said worriedly as you looked at the lizard in your arms who was smiling happily like a baby in his parents arms. Crocodile could feel Mihawk's eyes on him from the animal's name but he decided to ignore it.

“They are sweet animals, they don’t get sad” he tried to convince you, ruffling your hair.

“Of course they stay! Mr. Banana even whines!” You said with a huge hurt pout, heavens you really loved those animals...

“Look at feelings, I don’t know, but this pest is really hungry and is about to swallow my leg, so if you can have a father-son moment another time, I’d appreciate it!” Buggy screamed desperately, shaking his leg again, trying to free the animal, but in vain.

“Sorry, Mr. Buggy… Drake is eating too much these days…” you said, releasing the one in your arms and going to take the other one off the clown’s leg. Luckily the animal was happy to be picked up by you and easily released its prey.

“Drake?” Buffy looked at you perplexed, was that the fucking name you chose?

“Don’t you dare” Crocodile growled at him as if he could read his thoughts. It was a clear message, make my son ashamed of the names he chose and you will become real bananawani food.

“They like being close to you daddy” you said petting Drake who was rubbing against you, the other two cubs at Crocodile’s feet.

“Of course they do, I was there when they were born, that doesn't mean you can let them loose like that” he crouched down to your height “They're still cubs and without training, you won't find it fun if they actually eat someone's leg would you?” Crocodile would find it hilarious, but you were a good-hearted child so you just shook your head “See? So for now let’s keep them in the tank and teach them some tricks, if they can behave you can spend more time with them, okay?”

"Okay!" You smiled happily at the possibility of continuing the walk with your animals, without waiting any longer you picked up Drake and dragged him out of the room, followed by the other two animals.

Crocodile sighed, satisfied that you would obey him for now, at least this way he would stop hearing the clown crying.

“Drake? Seriously? What the fuck is that name? For a bananawani!” Buffy said shocked once you were far enough away, he wasn't even paying attention to the ruined maps.

“Shut up…” your father would also love to know where you got that name from but that was an answer that not even you had.

“I actually found Miss Banana Split quite charming” Mihawk said with a cocky grin at Crocodile who just snorted, getting annoyed. He didn't mind having a son as his weakness, but having that weakness exposed and made fun of was something he hadn't gotten used to yet.

“Go back to work” he said irritably, just wanting to pretend that none of that had happened.

[enden-k]

btw sry to the ppl who came for fanart and get blasted w all the oc stuff LMAOOO

its nothing new but i fell out of a few fandoms, gnshn mainly. due to all the ongoing drama w hoyogames caused by the fandom over the stupidest things (im not involved or get involved in any of that but it always happened i saw stuff here and there on my tl and its just wow), then all the stupid shit hyv pulled in the past months and get away with constantly, then how extremely time consuming and demanding and repetitive everything became etcetcetc i kinda have issues with playing their games. theres jsut no energy or interest left bc all this above is kinda outweighing anything that made me enjoy it before?

(i still adore a bunch of characters and might draw some again but i really am not sure if i will get into the game itself again. im just tired and nothing keeps me there anymore tbh)

zzz is enjoyable as its v chill on time and the team behind it is a new one so the game is sm more different it rlly doesnt feel like a hoyo game anymore. hsr is also ok tho i dont always keep track w it lately, sometimes i just get a bit bored of it when theres nothing interesting baiting me into finishing story stuff lol

whaaat i mean to say is thats kinda why im not rlly doing much fanart lately??? since there was no major thing that had my constant attention and kept me drawing 1000 things at a time lately. i jump from interest to interest rn when it comes to fandom stuff and draw whenever inspo strikes i guess

rn im going back to old fandoms again and rewatching/rereading/replaying all my most favorite things for some happiness. im currently hyperfixating real bad on my fav animanga once again so i might post some doodles of that or other shows i rlly enjoyed and rewatched, maybe even fate or FF stuff again

i rlly have to say since i stopped actively playing gnshn/spending so much time with keeping up with hoyogames and do all my stuff there every single day, i feel mentally SO MUCH better and suddenly have sm good time to use for other things (also ngl i feel like having to keep up daily w those type of games/playing sm gacha turned me really stupid and impatient over the years)

i even got back to draw OCs and create a new comic again after almost 6 YEARSSSSS of not working on my own stories. im feeling really happy rn, drawing stuff that is not gnshn/hyv related be it my OCs or other things i rlly enjoy like alnst etc (its prolly also another reason why im going back to old, favorite things rn bc i wanna create for everything that is dear to me and i didnt do before bc i didnt have my artblog back then yet)

anw sorry for rambling sm LMAO i guess you can consider this some kind of an update/explanation!! OC art and mixture of hyperfixations, favorite things and whatever im into atm, NOT a gnshn only artist

[luvzxr]

Little Pougie

Chapter 9

Erm so longer than I thought when I made my last update regarding Little Pougie lol. I am so very sorry about that. Life happened and I just didn't have much time to write and also update at the same time. Anyways I will try to be consistent again with posting this story and soon I will be posting another one to wattpad again so yay! Anyways I'll stop yappin.

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Summery; in which fem!reader is the little sister of John B Routledge. Sweet, gentle and innocent. The complete opposite of JJ Maybank but e finds himself falling for her and he can’t stop himself from doing so.

Pairings; Fem!reader x JJ Maybank

Word Count; 2,907

Warnings; Throughout this series there are talks of abuse, drug and alcohol use, trauma, talks of self doubt and wanting to be unalived. Possible smut in the future as well so read at your own risk!

09. Screw Up

JJ woke up the next morning in a bed that wasn't his and a throbbing headache that only he could blame himself for.

Of course, he had experienced this before. This wasn't the first time he considered himself immobile due to the raging hangover he was currently enduring. But JJ wasn't focused on that; he was more focused on the main question repeating itself in the back of his mind— how the hell did he get into the little girl's room and why had no one dragged him out of it yet.

He wasn't complaining, just to make that very clear. The man hadn't slept on a proper mattress in months and to be given the opportunity to was more than generous. He knew to give proper thanks to Y/n the next time he'd see her.

But he was trying to recall the events that took place the night before because frankly, something was screaming inside that he'd gone a little too far and he needed to get to the bottom of what exactly he'd done.

"Oh good. You're awake man," John B said. His body was in a stance that seemed he was only passing by.

JJ shook his head, lifting it soon after to give his full attention to his friend who stood outside the door frame. "Yeah.." he trailed off, "What time is it?"

"Uh-" John B paused, leaning back to glance at the clock hanging outside the room, "Almost noon."

JJ gave a subtly nod, sitting up slowly and tossing his legs over the side of the bed. Groans of pain fell from his lips as he leant his elbows on his knees, head in his palms.

The night previously was still quite nothing but a blur to JJ. His mind was blank even though he was desperately trying to dig into the deepest pits of his memories and drag out the selected ones he currently needed.

John B however, was actually quite amused. It was an often repeated cycle he got to witness from the young blonde-- get drunk or high, say or do some fucked up shit, and then have hardly the memory of it the next morning. Normal.

"So, how was my sister?"

I'm sorry, what?

JJ's head snapped up immediately, "What?"

"My sister. Her bed. She stayed in here with you last night," John B walked from the doorframe but kept his voice audible enough for JJ to hear him clearly the farther he got from proximity.

Though, he didn't have to after that last statement because JJ was right on his tail— If he was gonna find out what happened last night, his best bet currently was John B's memory of it.

JJ also couldn't shake the feeling that John B was pulling some kind of sick prank on him because there was no way in hell that if anything did happen between him and Y/n last night he wouldn't still be here to relive the aftermath. The boy would be six feet under in a grave somewhere or at the bottom of the deepest ocean with a chain wrapped around his torso.

"Don't worry, you didn't fuck her,"

Thank God.

"Cause I would have killed you," John B's transition from monotoned to stern was almost immediate. The man meant business when it came to his little sister.

"Right," JJ's nerves had a chance to relax a bit because at least he hadn't had a mindless hook up with his best friend's little sister so whatever he'd done, at least it wasn't as bad as that.

JJ was having a hard time fully relaxing though because a part of him still felt uneasy. Y/n had left before he even woke up— Sure, the girl could have had some classes to attend to but JJ was a light sleeper and he would have felt her leave or she would have at least said something to him before she left. But she hadn't.

Maybe he was putting too much thought into and it was just the weird side effects of the alcohol wearing off from last night. Maybe Y/n was just running late and she didn't have the time to tell him or maybe he just wasn't conscientious enough for her to wait around for him.

He was actually trying to find excuses on why she hadn't told him she was leaving but rather why she'd have to tell him at all.

The girl had a completely separate life from his own so why was he so focused on hers? More importantly; Why was he so bent on her not waking him and explaining where she was off to because Y/n wasn't the type to leave a man hanging in the morning, and not in that sense.

Y/n would always wake JJ if she was off somewhere, at least if he was staying over which in the past recent months it's been more like living there. He knew where she was going or what she was doing just as much as John B would so why didn't she tell him?

Why do you care?

"Yo! Jay?"

"Huh?"

"You're in your own head, man," John B stated, tapping on the side of his own head. The boy was in general trying to be snarky, which JJ caught on pretty quickly.

JJ had to refrain himself from rolling his eye and completely ignored the fact that the question blurting out of his mouth sounded weirdly concerning when it came to John B having to listen to it.

"Where'd Y/n go?"

"What?"

"She was sleeping in the bed with me and never woke up to tell-"

JJ stopped while he was ahead because the statement he was about to finish left a weird type of feeling in the pit of his stomach. It felt like millions of tiny butterflies swarming the inside of his stomach.

Why the hell would I be getting butterflies over Y/n?

The thoughts started to become deafening to JJ, ultimately making him more and more agitated. Sure, he care a lot for the younger girl and he'd risk anything for her but wouldn't anyone who saw the girl as a little sister feel that way?

JJ couldn't do that. He couldn't risk seeing the girl any more than family or some sort of best friend because if he had he couldn't bare the look of himself if he ever hurt her the way he was known for hurting others— But maybe he already had.

He needed to find out.

"Just.. where is she, dude? I kinda need to talk to her," JJ uttered. throwing a newly, somewhat washed, t-shirt over his head along with a few of his personal belongings.

"She's at work man," John B continued, "What do you need to talk to her about?"

"How I screwed up,"

"The hell do you mean screwed up?"

"How I slept in her bed and how uncomfortable that must have been for her John B," JJ barked, a pinched expression exposed. He loved the guy but there were moments, just like this, where he wished his best friend would just shut the fuck up and let him do his thing.

JJ of course wanted to apologize for the moment they had last night as well but he felt that only needed to be between him and Sophie herself so he kept that part under wraps. For now, anyway.

John B understood JJ more than anyone else could so he knew how this was eating away at him deep inside. The poor guy would strip himself of his own humanity if it meant he didn't have to hurt or make the people he loved uncomfortable.

What John B couldn't express to JJ was the fact that Y/n was uncomfortable with what happened last night but she never told him why and he didn't have the heart to tell his best friend that his little sister only comforted JJ because she cared about him. He just couldn't push himself to hurt him like that.

Instead, he chose to let his best friend find his way out of the house in a hurry without another word. He'd figure it out sooner or later of how Y/n really felt.

Y / N

I couldn't get the previous events of last night out of my head— They flooded my entire brain and it was starting to aggravate me.

I had witnessed him fall apart so few times because he was just too good at hiding his feelings. However, when he managed to let them slip, it was so hard to ignore it. 

Watching how he tore himself open and then fall apart just left an uneasy feeling at the pit of my stomach, not to mention it worried me for him more and that part also seemed to be confusing for myself. 

I'd known how I viewed JJ almost my entire life. He was like another sibling of mine, he protected me and was there for me like John B always been but it started to feel like that titled shifted without even knowing properly that it had. It started to scared me a little bit if I was being real honest with myself.

"Y/n!" A far too familiar girl with illuminating honey pools for eyes emerged from behind the bar, waving a hand at me and suddenly my stomach began to churn. I forced a smile and a small gesture of my own hand while walking towards her.

She wore her normal attire; a maroon cropped tank, a pair of black jean shorts, and her hair was thrown up in a perfectly placed messy bun. The girl had quite the confidence which I truly admired her for-- She was a badass.

"Hey Kie," I said, placing my small bag on the floor behind the bar, "What's up?'

"Why'd you have to leave last night?"

At that moment I swear I was like a deer caught in headlights because even though I hadn't told her anything I felt deep in my gut that she knew something was up.

How was I supposed to tell her that I had to leave because the guy she was in love with needed me to come back and for the entire night I held him while he cried to me. That should of been Kiara there, not me but that wasn't quite how things played out, was it?

How the feelings of certainty for JJ seemed to be just a bit different now. 

I had to lie to her.

"Oh.. the boys got a little too drunk last night and John B tripped and cut himself on some glass," I responded, wiping down the wood texture of the tabletop, "He needed me to check him out and bandage him up. You know how they hate having to go to the hospital,"

To my surprise; the lie worked which relieved some stress for the time being.

"What?!" she shrieked. She was both mortified and worried. Taking into full account how all the nights she witnessed the boys get absolutely trashed and how that never ended well.

"He's okay, he's resting up,"

"Oh thank god," she continues, "What about JJ?"

JJ. He sure keeps coming up, doesn't he?

"Oh, yeah. He's fine. He was asleep when I got there," I could feel my gut churning at every lie that slipped through my lips. It was killing me-- lying like this to Kie. I didn't want to hurt her. The girl was over the moon for him and I felt selfish because a part of me wanted JJ, I didn't know why or what for but It was there.

She's known the boy for so long and for a period of time, it seemed like the girl was truly his safe haven. Until she wasn't.

I never spent as much time with JJ in the past as I had recently.

I didn't know that when he was worried or anxious that he'd hold his chest. I didn't know who he was when no one else was around except him and another. I didn't know that when I was around he tried to be more responsible. I didn't know that when he slept he made the sweetest snores or how he talked so softly in his sleep.

I didn't know a lot of things before about JJ. But now I do and I could feel something was changing inside of me on how I viewed him. It terrified me but also gave me a sense of something that raised excitement.

Which is why it was so selfish of me to feel this way.

Every thought was nothing more than a mixed bag of emotions craving to know the right answer. But that's the thing about life; There is never really the right answer, is there?

"Y/n/n?"

"Huh?"

"You seem a bit tired. Why don't you go on home?" Kie spoke. Watching and helping customers with their usual afternoon activities in The Wreck.

I didn't want to go home though, not yet. Not when I had every thought crowded with nothing but JJ and not even of other things that I should have been worrying about. Work was the only distraction I had left.

"No, I'm okay. Besides, you'd be the only one working and you could use the extra hand,"

"Okay, but if you need the day off just head home," she said, placing dirty plates and cups on a plastic tray before pointing at me with a stern look. She then made her way into the back room to what I assumed was to drop off the dishes.

And for a moment, I had a second to breathe.

Although, it most certainly didn't feel like breathing at all-- In fact, it felt like I was just released from someone's personal choke hold on me along with avoiding a horrendous heart failure situation.

You just need to get through today.

But no matter how much I tried to remind myself of that I continued to trail back to what I would have to deal with at home.

I left JJ without a single goodbye or shaking him awake to let him know I was off to work. Something I had always done but refused to do today. The boy would either be on a manhunt for me right now or he'd be sitting and waiting for my return at home. Either way, I was screwed and would have to talk to him.

I didn't plan to avoid him forever, just until these strange feelings I had was something I could actually put a label on instead of storing it away in the non-label file deep inside my head.

I couldn't stand that— how people chose to ignore the fact they needed to know what a certain feeling meant. Instead, they choose to brush it off and continue throughout playing mindless games with another. It was repetitive and I couldn't do that.

The remaining time of my day consisted of serving and bussing tables until nine p.m.— it wasn't a job I'd choose to do but rather I enjoyed the pay so the money weighed out the cons. Not to mention I truly loved the days I scheduled with Kiara because having a friend always made work and time go by so much faster.

However, I was kind of in hopes that JJ wasn't going to be the one picking me up. I'd take literally anyone else other than him so it felt like an endless cycle of utter anxiety waiting on my ride.

"Jay has been acting weird lately," Kie's words pierced straight through my thoughts entirely.

"How do you mean?"

I knew exactly what she was talking about. I knew he had been dodging her calls and ducking her texts of trying to get ahold of him and have a decent conversation again with him. The guy had no idea how to tell her his true feelings without hurting her in the process so he chose to do the semi-hurtful thing and just ghost her for the time being.

I couldn't imagine how confused she must of felt and how hurt she truly was.

"He won't talk to me. He won't even pick up the phone and answer me for a split second," her voice sounded pained, like she was on the verge of tears just bringing it up, "we haven't even had a full conversation of what happened between us,"

"Maybe he just needs some space," I placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, trying to find any way possible to comfort her.

She nodded, her doed-eyes connecting with my own. I felt for her, I knew the familiar pain she must of felt and I couldn't stand watching her do this to herself without her knowing the truth.

I sighed, "Maybe he just,"

"Y/n," I heard being called out and at that moment I felt my own heart sink to the very pits of my own stomach.

It was JJ. He was standing in the doorframe of the restaurant, twirling the worn down twinkie key around his index finger with ease.

Of course he was my ride home.

Even though I already knew the answer to the stupid question I was about to ask, I still asked anyway because my mouth opened before I thought otherwise.

"What are you doing here?"

"Picking you up," JJ responded, nodding his head slightly. His own eyes wouldn't even land on Kiara for a second but instead stayed glued to me. "John B couldn't so I'm here."

The one time I truly needed John B to come to my rescue rather than JJ was the one time he didn't show up.

This was about to be one hell of a ride home with JJ Maybank.

[isthatbloodonhisshirt]

WIP TAG GAME

Share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that begins with each letter of your given word.

Thanks for the tag @teencopandthesourwolf, and way to call me out at the same time :P <3

My word is: CRUSH

C - Mafia fic I’ve been working on off and on for like, 3 years.

Clenching the strap of his messenger bag as he approached the Camaro, he glanced down the street to see what was going on with the traffic, and was startled to realize that… he’d been right. There were barricades set up and policemen directing cars away from the street. Derek had legitimately closed off the area.

How powerful was he?

Forcing himself not to panic, Stiles moved around the car with the other guy, who moved quickly to get the door for him, pulling it open. Stiles muttered a thanks, because he was a polite guy, and climbed into the Camaro, the door shutting sounding like a coffin lid.

He tried not to look at Derek as he buckled himself in, wanting to make himself small in hopes that maybe Derek would forget he was there entirely.

–

R - Current fic being worked on (could actually be posted by the time queue catches up lol)

Romance, as a whole, was perfectly fine, and he knew it was popular.

No, what Stiles did take issue with was people’s complete lack of originality on cover designs for said romance novels.

Every single one he’d ever seen—or done himself—was virtually exactly the same. It was boring, and he hated it, and he hated having to justify why he wanted to change things with his clients. They never listened, so it got to the point where he did the same thing over, and over, and over again, with only the slightest variations, and doing that got boring and repetitive.

It also ran the risk of him being accused of plagiarising his own stuff because all of the covers looked the damn same.

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U - One I am still on the fence about finishing related to a Supernatural haven.

“Understood.” When she turned to leave, Stiles was pretty sure there was a bit of a skip in her step.

Harris could fucking wait, the asshole. And maybe Stiles was also kind of sort of trying to delay what was coming. Because he knew if Harris was here, this was it.

Did this mean he was stuck here starting now? Like, was it an immediate thing? Or could he still go home? Fuck, this was a lot, but he’d made his decision and he was sticking to it. It was only five years, he could handle that.

When he headed back around the corner, he was near the dining room and his dad walked out of it. He looked resigned, but he still said, “Ready to go home?”

Stiles just gave him a look, silently asking him not to make this whole thing worse than it already was. The only thing he had going for him right this second was the fact that Erica was making Harris wait at the gate pretending she couldn’t find him.

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S - ZOMBIEAPOCALYPSEZOMBIEAPOCALYPSEZOMBIEAPOCALYPSE (I am perfectly normal about zombie apocalypses, clearly).

“Set a timer for an hour,” he said to whoever was beside him out of sight. Then he faced Stiles again, smiling brightly. “We’ll see you again real soon, Mr. Stilinski.”

“Bite me,” he spat.

“Oh, I do believe you’ve had quite enough bites for one day,” the guy said infuriatingly before the door was shut in Stiles’ face.

–

H - MerMay fic I started before my life went tits up. I am praying I can finish it before MerMay this year.

He jerked awake, and then heard something large crash loudly into the water, having him let out a shout and swimming quickly behind one of the large rocks he had down at the bottom of his pond. His heart was pounding and a part of him worried she’d just sent him down a friend he would not like—oh God, if it was a shark, he was going to be pissed.

Staying hidden behind the large boulder, heart pounding and ears straining to hear the telltale sign of another being in the pond with him, he felt himself slowly calming down when he heard nothing moving around, suggesting he was still alone.

Coming out from behind his rock cautiously, he looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary in his immediate line of sight. Making sure to move slowly, in case whatever was in here with him was just waiting for Stiles to ripple the water enough to find him, he slowly made his way to the surface until he could pop his head out. He didn’t emerge completely, only just above his nose so that his eyes were out of the water, but the rest was submerged.

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Folks kept turning him into different things/animals, so goldstar/⭐️ anon gave him an amulet to put a stop to that. "Marcus" also altered the spell on the amulet to encompass all transformations, since inanimate objects weren't initially included.

Squeaker also used a device to prevent any crab transformations specifically from occurring, as well as ejecting all crabs within a 20 mile radius.

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[lynn-tged-posting]

tged webtoon ep 169 spoilers and thoughts that i'm incredibly late on because finals are coming up but it's okay we ball and more below the cut

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two little creatures,,, i really like this little panel,,, why is he crouch like that,,, heehee silly guy

nothing too drastic happened in this ep but there's a lot to talk about (and a ton of thoughts i have abt the execution of it) sooo ya here we go!!!!

the expressions and the art in this ep were all REALLY good i really liked these HAHAHAA hes so fucking menacing,,,

JAVIER WAS ALSO FUN I LOVE WHEN HE PLAYS THE STRAIGHTMAN HAHAHAHA

javier ilysm "i have so many things to say,,, but i wont,,," LOL

the heavenly demon kings were cool too! though very short-lived,,, i will have more to say on that,,, their designs are pretty varied and i like that a lot!!! tho seriously why are there eight of them what happened to warrant eight LMFAO

ALSO LLOYD IMMEDIATELY SUBDUING THE DEMON KINGS BY SINGING LMFAOOOOOOOOOO he's got a weapon he's gonna fucking use it LAKJFDLSJKDF

zero hesitation he just blasted them,,, it's like taking an airhorn and firing it immediately in someone's ear,,, how evil,,, lloyd u bastard /aff

AND ARTANIS ARTANIS WAAAAHHH SHES SOOO PRETTY i love characters with horns like that ive had my fair share of OCs with those horns and together w her hair and expression and eyes i love her a lot <3 i hope she gets more sillies

it seems like she's the only one with mind reading abilities maybe its a demon king thing? javier did mention that she has a LOT more power than she lets on so maybe theres more to it? her introduction and her request for help came VERY quick she was quick to cry and while it absolutely makes sense that its bc her people really, REALLY need help, im also wondering if there's something more to it,,, she was very fast to trust lloyd; what else does her mind reading let her see, to what extent? not saying that she's an antagonist or anything, i do believe that she wants to help her people i'm just curious at how. fast this is. though it may just be because of a pacing issue thats causing this confusion in me,,, which i will talk about later below cause i wanna get thru these panels heehee

and lastly, OUR FIRST LOOK AT THE FORMER/FIRST DEMON KING CREDOS!!! and apparently he just. stopped invading and focused on farming!!!

one) i love collecting little bits of lore like this it makes me go heehee yay worldbuilding

and two) THIS IS WHAT BRIDGES TGED TO THE NEW PREQUEL THAT THE AUTHOR IS WRITING!!! AAAHH YESSS YES YEEESS I LOVE THAT A LOT

if you didn't already know, the author is currently publishing another webnovel set in Lorasia, and it's supposed to take place when tyrannus was a kid, basically a long LONG time ago

AND ISN'T THAT FAMILIAR? A DEMON KING WHO STOPPED INVADING AND WENT FARMING,,, THATS THE BITCH!!!

(it says here there were four heavenly demon kings here tho i wonder why they doubled HAHA)

i love love LOVE that the pieces were set up like this, idk if credos is mentioned in the novel at all but little building blocks that create bridges (however small) between works in the same universe are my favorite thing ever i like collecting those it's my favorite kind of worldbuilding thing bc it's like putting pieces together heehoo

i'll ABSOLUTELY be making a post yapping about this prequel and the Everything that is Lorasia soon, so i'll leave this off here for now :3 but just know IM VERY EXCITED/HAPPY ABOUT THIS LITTLE LORE BIT IN PARTICULAR

ok that's all the panels i wanted to talk about ,,, i was gonna dive into worldbuild yapping/speculations but again i wanna make a separate post dedicated to that

now,,, about the pacing of this episode,,, as aforementioned, it feels really, REALLY fast! it feels like we're speedrunning the build-up part of the journey, like within the episode it's like "oh we got new characters, we get to know them- oh okay yeah they're not bad people actually - oh new powerful character let's work together okay cool moving on"

and it's a shame because i really really like the art and gags for this ep, i think they're really silly and i think i could have really come to like these new characters with more time, but because we're going through this process so fast it's like,,, the setup is barely there, which makes the punchlines just short of satisfying,,,

i wanted more out of this episode, i expected something else. i haven't read the novel so i couldn't tell you how i'd adapt it or what the something i expected was but,, idk it feels like the pacing is off,,, lloyd was quick to piece together the status of the overworld demons based on their attire and behavior but i really wish it went about in a different way. i wish we could have had more time with the heavenly eight demon kings before they were just. subdued? and the two children too, are we gonna see them again? with how fast they were introduced and how fast they were set aside, i'm worried they won't show up again

i also kind of wish artanis' reveal was,,, more. i don't know how to explain what that means. maybe more ominous? more mysterious? just a little more, more hints to her character or her relationship with other characters or something,,, though maybe this is too soon and we'll see more of her later and i'll be more satisfied? i'm not totally sure

this episode just didn't hit the same, and that really upsets me because i really wanted to like this episode! i've read more manhwa than novel currently so even with it's flaws i still really like the manhwa, and i want to be able to continue liking the manhwa,,, i really hope that this pacing thing and these fast-paced bits is just within this one episode and that it'll be okay as we go forward. i really want to continue enjoying reading this!!!

it could be that the adapter is experiencing some kind of burnout, it has been quite a long time since the start of tged. i really hope they take their time with adapting the rest, i really wouldn't mind another break. if another hiatus is needed for the adapter to pace the story and the artist to draw the panels in a way that feels better or less rushed, i'd accept the hiatus fully

anyway that's all i have to say right now,,, ep 170 really feels like a gamble right now and im praying that it goes well, if i have more thoughts ill probably rb with more yapping idk

i'll see y'all next week (aka tmrw) (because this post is a lil bit late LOL) im praying im praying,,, manifesting that this ep was just a lil awkward and that everything else is fine,,, please,,,

[1000sunnygo]

One Piece 1093

//long post, manga spoilers ahead

Congratulations to Law for his second time trending as "Law's female form" and congrats to Kamiya Hiroshi too for trending alongside him!! (her?)

I have no doubt that Law's role would always be special to Kamiya. The way he strained his voice to raise his pitch to a new high made my throat sore on his behalf..... But I liked it more than I expected! I could feel in my bones that it was an uncomfortable transformation Law wanted to free himself from as soon as possible bwahahah

I like the anime original dialogue とにかく、ヤベぇ！(tonikaku, yabee!) Even with my crap japanese it was as hilarious as hearing him say "Anyway, I'm cooked!" I don't think Law uses the term "Yabee" a lot so that felt refreshing lol

It seems the more controversial quote was this one, the speech in Japanese would be literally translated to "my strength isn't coming out as usual". Personally, I didn't immediately associate it to weakness due to being woman but moreso as an additional side affect that came with it, after all, it's dubbed as a disease. I like to think Doc Q didn't only come up with it as a deranged fantasy but to impose a real handicap for the victim to have their body modified in a way that limits their ability to fight and use their usual powers, either due to magic or just out of discomfort. Unlike Ivankov's fruit that alters hormones, it's just a physical change, it makes sense why it's more unnatural and uncomfortable.

The female Law scene was animated by Yuu Yoshiyama, he also did Hancock's scene from Amazon Lilly invasion episode. The scene was fanservicey but thankfully not as over the top as the Bonney scene from few episode prior to this one. The episode didn't drag on even during the slower parts, the screentime was well spent. The obnoxious, repetitive closed up reaction shots weren't there.

Moving on to B part, nothing much to speak of Ishizuka's brilliant storyboard that hasn't been said. My favorite observation was this:

Some parts where characters didn't immediately follow up with a second attack was frustrating until I remembered Blackbeard and Law both put their lives on line when they use their fruit and so can't take risks. Cheaper trick shots and silly gimmicks that people blame Law for not using more frequently were probably never the best option. That said, unfortunately, Law lost the moment he used both his strongest attacks onscreen and failed. I don't think the fight was longer than what we saw here. The anime just made it more obvious.

Another anime original dialogue I liked is Blackbeard saying "what a handy ability you've got!" right before their final clash. He was using Tremor fruit until that point and then he switched to his OG attacks, it was unsettling how he's not only fighting but looking at Law's abilities as something that he'll soon take away from him. Unlike Doflamingo, Teach had no pre-decided plan involving Law's fruit and considered selling the fruit as appealing alternate as using it for its abilities. Honestly, we can't underestimate Doflamingo's knowledge. There's no way he stays in prison during the final arc.

And finally the Kuzan scene,,

rightfully the most praised section and probably my favorite part of the episode too. According to his tweet, Henry Thurlow animated the Kuzan scene traditionally on paper. Let's give Toei credit where it's due; they let their animators take time, be creative and love their work. Otherwise we wouldn't get scenes like this.

And that's it! The first (and the last?) time we see Heart pirates in proper action. Ch. 1081 is only ~17 chapters away. Hopefully we'll see it animated around the middle of this year. Hopefully Law's current condition in the manga is updated by then, otherwise it'll be very painful.

Twice already. Petition to let Pandaman become an official member of heart pirates.

[jessiemeows]

A Cold Comfort

A/N: Hey guys I'm back with another small little story :) It's just something short and sweet, especially with winter being around the corner this is how I think Astarion would care for his partner if they were to catch a cold from freezing temps! It also helps that in my current game, the date is Nightal so basically it is winter for them lol. Again, I'll eventually I will post my longfic but I've just been holding off on it because life got in the way :( but eventually, it will make it on here lol.

Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F! RedeenedDark Urge Tiefling, My OC Amaya, Selunite Cleric/Paladin

Word Count: IDK roughly 700?

Very fluffy and sweet, Astarion being the little sweetheart that he is behind closed doors. This takes place after Cazador and after Bhaal.

Story:

The bitter cold of the Grey Harbor's icy waters still clung to Amaya's bones. After spending far too long rescuing Omeluum and a bunch of gondians from the Iron Throne, she'd caught a nasty chill. Now buried under a mountain of blankets in their small private shared room at the Elfsong Tavern, she shivered despite the warmth of their bed.

The door creaked open as Astarion sauntered in, his silver hair catching the dim candlelight. His eyes narrowed playfully at the sight of the blanket fortress before him.

"Little love, what in the hells are you doing?" he asked, amusement dancing in his voice.

Amaya's reply came muffled through the layers. "Nothing. This happens to be the warmest place in all of Faerûn right now."

"Oh, I'm sure you're not as cold as me," Astarion drawled, a smirk playing on his lips. "But do let me in so we can share what little warmth you've managed to hoard."

A small opening appeared in the blanket mountain, and Astarion wasted no time. He shed his ruffled white nightshirt and slippers before diving under the covers. Amaya immediately entangled her legs with his, pressing her frozen feet against his.

"Tsk, I knew you were being dramatic. You're not even that col— BY THE NINE HELLS, GET YOUR ICE BLOCK FEET OFF ME!"

"You said I wasn't that cold!" Amaya protested, fighting back a grin.

"That was before you turned into a literal ice mephit!"

Amaya turned away with an exaggerated pout, only to be betrayed by a sudden fit of coughing.

Astarion's teasing tone softened. "Look, little moon, I simply wasn't prepared for you to be so cold, usually I'm the one that's frozen to the touch. But that cough sounds dreadful. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she mumbled unconvincingly.

In one fluid motion, Astarion wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. "No, you're not. You're sick, aren't you? I knew you spent too long searching for that mindflayer. The Grey Harbor waters is treacherous this time of year—"

"Are you about to lecture me again about not taking care of myself?"

"I have never lectured you!" Astarion protested, then paused. "Well, perhaps occasionally. I just... I worry about you, that's all."

Amaya turned in his arms, nestling her head against his chest. He responded by holding her tighter, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair avoiding her horns from poking him in his eyes.

"It's just a small cold," she assured him between coughs. "It'll pass."

"This 'small cold' could worsen if not treated properly. I may be a vampire immune to such ailments, but I despise seeing you unwell. What if—"

"Astarion," she interrupted, "have you forgotten I'm a cleric? I've already taken medicine. It'll be gone in a day or two, hopefully."

"HOPEFULLY?"

"Now who's being dramatic?" She gazed up at him with those big brown eyes he could never resist, nuzzling closer with an innocent smile.

"Ugh, those eyes will be the death of me," he groaned. "You're fortunate you're so adorable. Would you like some tea?"

Her face scrunched up. "It won't be like that concoction you gave me in the Shadowlands, will it?"

Astarion rolled his eyes. "That was Shadowheart's recipe because you weren't eating properly then. I'm offering simple tea this time, love."

"Hmm... I suppose that would be nice."

As Astarion began to untangle himself, Amaya grabbed his arm. "Wait!"

"Yes, darling?"

"Can I come with you?"

"Don't you want to stay in your carefully constructed blanket fortress?"

"Yes, but I also want to watch you inevitably mess up making tea." Her laugh turned into another coughing fit.

"Ah, karma strikes swiftly," Astarion chuckled, unable to suppress his own smile. "Very well, come along. Perhaps we'll witness me somehow make tea explode."

He tossed his nightshirt to her and waited as she slipped it on, then wrapped her snugly in a blanket. After sliding his feet back into his slippers, he led her out of their room toward the makeshift kitchen that Gale created in the center of the inn's floor, ready to embark on his next great adventure: attempting to brew tea for his beloved.

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Some of my other small things I've written!

Underdark Trysts | Before Climbing the Netherbrain's Stem