#don’t worry I am WELL aware that is not a pet XD

[crewdlydrawn]

Oh nothing, just my tiny feisty demon boy and his hellish flamey dragon pet. ^-^

Hiei using jaou ensatsu kokurhyuuha, the Dragon of the Darkness Flame, vs Bui in episode 4.

[just-a-space-rabbit]

I knew snails were slow, but wow! Did not expect the mail to live up to the name that well.

Don’t worry about forgetting October is spooky season! It’s easy to forget while on tumblr. Since the spooky celebration seems to start already in june xP

But hey, if you want to do spooky stuff this month at least you have been reminded about it in time :]

It's very suspicious, he's able to find you across space so often. Does he have a tracker on your spaceship? Does he have a tracker on you?! 

Welp, you just made me search both my main ship, and fighter ship head to toe!

I even used that little minion gadget you made me to do a full millimeter by millimeter search of the ventilation system + the outside of the main ship. As well as going thru all my clothing, and a full body scan.

In the end, I found a total of ZERO trackers! So… at least we know it’s not that.

Are you a space celebrity??

No, I’m not! And I hope it stays that way. xD

Unless you count being enemy number one on planet Uinox as a from of celebrity? Like seriously... It's been years since I stole the king's pet, nursed it back to health, and had it safely returned to space! But these people still have not let it go. 🤨

Is there an intergalactic space rabbit spotting forum somewhere 👀👀👀

I have heard of “space rabbit spotting forum.” I’m not shocked they exist, since it’s said seeing a space rabbit brings a day's worth of good luck. But the forums are so filled with deep fakes and lies that I doubt it’s an effective tool in traking me. 

Plus most of them get deleted almost as soon as they get set up, since they encourage sharing the location of strangers without their consent.

It’s good that they get taken down, since I have been warned that some people hunt us for our ears, believing it’s a ingredients in a so called ‘miracle cure’ 🥺

So all in all I have no idea how he does it.

Maybe he is just scared someone else will capture me first and, ya know... steal the bounty from him! Since I am currently in a part of the galaxy mostly run by pirates? xD

OOC:

Good on you to remind everyone about breast cancer awareness month!

And I hope all your close once get only good results from the screenings 💖💖💖

And best wishes to the friend that got the diagnosis. I remember how hard it was on my long time friend when her father got the cancer diagnosis and then lost the battle way too soon after. I don’t wish that faith on anyone.

Dear Codex.

I was resently informed (by you) that you have lost connections to your DMs :(

So, I have taken upon myself to send you a letter thru what you earth people call "snail mail"

Space is nice as always tho Archer keeps finding me no matter what planet I travel to (must have gotten a good bounty on my head this time)

Hope you are well! and that the so called 'Snail mail' is only snail in name 🐌✨

Sincerely, Yuki the Space Rabbit 🌟🐇

Ps. Do you have any spooky schemes planed this spooky season? 👀

Snail mail indeed!

I received this mail of yours one day after my DMs started working

It's very suspicious, he's able to find you across space so often. Does he have a tracker on your spaceship? Does he have a tracker on you?! Are you a space celebrity??

Is there an intergalactic space rabbit spotting forum somewhere 👀👀👀

Tbh I forgot October is spooky season! No spooky plans for now...

Oh! I'm planning on good deed! Let me get it out of the way right now, so that I can be evil all October

As you know, October is breast cancer awareness month. So some places may offer free screening for that.

If you know a lady who's over 50y, then take her there.

If you're under 50 and not at risk, don't worry about it. In fact, it's better if you avoid getting screened in that case. Here's an informative video explaining why that is:

Don't get screened if you're not at risk, like if you're under 50 :)

OOC: I honestly did forget about spooky season!

I've been waiting for October's free screenings to get Ms Codex's Mom + her friends (and my aunts I forgot them sorry Aunties) screened because 1 or 2 of their friends got diagnosed earlier this year. If I understand correctly, she could've prevented it from getting to the worse stage it got to if she had gotten screened earlier. Idk if she knew what it was but procrastinated, or didn't know and it came out of nowhere :/

[husky-twst-and-obeyme]

Dorm Loaders react to you having a pop it but for fidget reasons

I KNOW IM CRINGE IM SORRY - but pops help calm me down - so i thought it'd be cute for a scenario too

This version is when you are dating the dorm leaders as well as the reader is gender neutral

Riddle

Riddle was aware of the trend, he gets why but he's slightly annoyed by it

he was meeting up with you for a study date , before he approached you , he noticed your pop it

funny enough it was a strawberry one

"hah...you're into this too?" Riddle asked in a firm but slightly annoyed tone

"yeah? why ?? " you were constantly popping the bubbles

"hm? are you ok?"

"oh yeah! don't worry riddle , this is just calming me down! or keeping me calm at least- It's a fidget toy after all "

He kinda just stood there in silence, he completely forgot that's what the main purpose was

but this really opened his eyes on how anxious or fidgety you can get

"Very well, just don't make too much noise with it . "

"Aw i thought you were like the strawberry one "

He blushed a bit but quickly composed himself "Im glad you were thinking of me but- wait how many of those do you have ?"

"...." you just smiled

" y/n how many do you have - "

"............i may have over 30 - "

"WHAT-"

Leona

He's not too fond of the trend but he doesn't care either

He goes to the spot you agreed to meet up at for him to nap on you

then he sees you with a pop it

ugh...am i even gonna nap..." he begrudgingly walks over

"hey leona!" *pop*

"Please tell me you're not gonna use that damn thing while i nap .."

You looked at him but looked down 'Sorry..I'm just a bit anxious today."

His ears went down , he didn't get it , why does it evolve the pop a thingy ma bop "what does that have to do wit this..?"

"That's the original use- a pop it helps with stress and anxiety but it can help you focus too! "

He stood silent which lowkey made you more anxious

then he spoke "fine, as long as it isn't too loud, i don't care " he lays on your lap and sets himself in place

"oh ok! I think number 25th is the quietest one i have "

"*yawn* yeah ok ..."

"......you have number f**king what now..?? "

Azul

He is aware of the pop it's and actually uses it to his advantage

He actually sells them as a small bonus for certain meals

It actually is quite popular and he makes more money from it

One day , he noticed you having on but it was more unique then what he sold

"oya oya , you seem to be in this trend like the other , little pearl "

"oh yeah , i already had one before you sold them "

He seemed interested , he actually never looked into the pop its much but really used it for profit

"If you don't mind , what is the purpose of these?"

"well why everyone else usually gets them is either because of it trending , it's satisfying or just to show off but my reason is completely different

As you spoke that , he noticed how figdety your hands were getting and you were constantly popping the bubbles

"..does it relax you ? "

"Yeah and it can distract me too, it really helps !" you looked giddy

he blushed a bit, your smile was the sweetest thing to him, in fact it makes his day

"w-well..if you want , i could get you more"

you perked up " oh sweet ! even though i have like over 30 "

"that's great little pearl I'll-....30!? "

Kalim

He has his own- you can't convince me otherwise and it annoys the hell out of jamil XD

You had like over 100 because he's extra of course , one for a different occasion

When you came over for a private date in the lounge, he took notice of your pop it , it was a ring looking one

"y/n...are you proposing to me!? " he was obviously joking but he did lowkey want to marry you

"pff very cute. i just have a lot on my mind. " you popped it a little faster

that kinda threw him off guard, he thought of it as a play thing , so he was a little confused, just a smidge

"It's a nice little fidget toy..." then it clicked for him , he didn't think it was a fidget toy- now he does

"Ah i see y/n ! I'm glad it keeps you calm "

You both continue your date and you both actually played with your pop its during then

THen kalim spoke " how many do you have ?" "ah...over 30 i think?"

"ah.." Kalim looked blankly

"..t-too much?.." you seemed worried

"To much ..? " he then suddenly beamed " you mean too little! Come on I'll get you some more!! "

"HUH-"

Vil

He knows too well of this trend, he even got offered to do commercials for pop its

He was actually really annoyed by it. plus the poping gets old to him

He one day noticed you with one ,but he's not surprised

Even if he's annoyed by it , he can understand the popularity and satisfaction of it

"Ah , sweet potato..You're into this trend ?"

"Well.. I was in it before it was a trend. It just helps my fidget"

Ah. He knew you were a fidgety and anxious person but it went over his mind of the pop it being more of a fidget then a toy

still won't change his mind of how annoying they are

"i don't care if you use it but please refrain from making too much noise with it "

"hmm..I'll try but i like the sounds. " you pouted a little

He covers his face with his hand and sighs "Fine. but only for a small bit because it honestly pains me to constantly hear popping. "

"calm down , this is one of the quiest ones i own!" you smiled

"...How many do you have?"

"....mayhaps over 30"

"....."

"...."

"sweetie. My little darling. my sweet potato. you have a problem"

Idia

Of course he's in the trend and has his own , fite me

Idia kept it more lowkey then others but he really enjoys pops it and even got ortho some

SO he was happy that you had some of your own too

" ehhh! y-you have 30 !? " Idia spoke after he questioned how many you had

"it's not that bad. They're all different at least. Look at this kitty one!"

He looked in awe of the kitty pop it and held it "They have ones like this?? I thought it was just normal shapes?? "

After explaining all different shapes and varieties , Idia got excited

It was a nice time too, you both looked online to see some that you didn't have , some were cute while some were interesting

But something caught Idia's eye. "eh? what's this "

It was a pop it game board, it was just two pop its connected to a rubber board on each side

"how do you play?" he questioned

"i'm guessing you use the dice to pop the bubbles , and everytime you pop it fully you get a point? " As you point to the area that has 3 bubbles to show points

Idia was silent. Then the mouse slowly went to "add to cart "

"you're getting that for the board game club, aren't you ? "

"yep :) "

Malleus

Probably has the purest / most confused reaction

He often keeps hearing of these ..."pop its"??

He sees others with them , coming in different shapes in sizes. he almost mistakes it as like a pet

The only person he would talk to more about it, is none other than his beloved

"Dearest. could you explain to me what are these things? they're quite confusing..." HE said as he examined one of yours

"Well...you know that feeling of being anxious or highly stressed? These things can distract or calm you down, try poping some of it and see!"

He did as he was told and oddly...he enjoyed it ??

malleus kept popping it for a few minutes without saying a word, like he was in a trance

"M-malleus ?? you ok ? "

"eh? ah. i'm sorry , i got distracted. "

you giggled because he was acting so cute, especially now possibly being invested

"I'll try and get you a dragon one !"

and you could of swore that a dragon tail suddenly and he wagged it

[chosenimagines]

Gifts (Dr Spencer Reid)

Universe: Criminal Minds Summary: Spencer recieving a gift Used Prompts: (7) What is this? (A friend chose it for me XD)

Warnings: None I can see

Language: English Request: yes/no Requests [Open]

A/N: Requests list are currently only uploaded on my Wattpad-account! This one shot/imagine can be found as well on my wattpad^^

🖊️    🖊️    🖊️   🖊️

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“Hey brainiac!”, I warbled and high spirited slammed the door of the apartment shut. I flinched when the snick of glasses echoed through the living room. That obviously had been too much of a good thing! But the little moment of shock couldn’t kill my joy. This day was way too wonderful to be stopped by some vanities. Besides nothing broke! So, there was no reason to be sad instead of happy. Spencer sticked his head out the door. “What are you doing already doing here?”, he wanted to know. 

The glasses which I loved seeing on him were enthroned on the back of his nose. In my opinion he was looking just way too cute with them! But he didn’t wear his glasses on a daily basis. Either he was working, or I interrupted his reading. Immediately my bad conscious came forward which darkened the bright sunshine in my soul. “I am sorry!”, I said in advance. Frowning brows, head slightly tilted to right and forehead wrinkled. Spencer seemed to not understand why I apologized. “Didn’t I disturb your working or reading?”, I asked. I had pushed my lower lip slightly forward. I absolutely hated it when I pulled Spencer away from his passions! The glow in his eyes was just too precious. Besides that, he barely took some time out which he would need. Spencer’s brain worked day and night without any breaks. No matter if he was at work or had free time he worked for the safety of the world, for the health of his mother or just to grow his knowledge. His brilliant mind didn’t even take a one minute-break. He didn’t want it anyway and I wanted to give him the space he needed to do what he wanted to. Sometimes I was getting the feeling that Spencer rarely did what he wanted to do. Possibly caused by his job. Spencer’s hand movement which was directed towards his face pulled me out of my thoughts. “What do you think you are doing?” As quick as possible I crossed the living room. Spencer paused in the middle of the movement. “I’m going to take off my glasses.”, he explained to me visibly confused. But I put my fingers over his hand and took it off of his glasses. “Don’t take them off!”, I asked him to. Of course, not without any ulterior motives. On one hand they looked way too good on him and I loved it when Spencer wore them. On the other hand I would need them after he knew the reason for my extraordinary good mood. My boyfriend’s hazel eyes followed the movement of our hands down. Then Spencer discovered the gift bad in my right hand. “What is this?” I rolled my eyes. But my lips were graced with a big smirk. A stupid question for a person who was defined as a smart mind. “A gift, genius”, I explained. The sarcastic tone within my voice was clear to hear. Now Spencer was the one rolling his eyes. “I can see this myself!”, Spencer replied. I snorted amused. I was in a good mood again! “But I want to know what is inside and why am I getting a present in the first place?”, my favourite agent of all time wanted to know. “Can’t I get my boyfriend a gift?”, I answered the question with a question. That drew a sigh out of Spencer’s mouth. He knew that this talk was going to be unrewarding. He just knew me too well! I pulled up my arm excitedly and wiggled the bag infront of his eyes. Grabbed by curiosity Spencer took the bag and finally opened it up. Spencer was curious and my nature wasn’t very patient what was the reason why I was glad about not having Spencer’s job. It would cost me many nerves! Pumped I watched him while opening the present. Frowning he pulled the gifts out. “Two books.”, he observed. His excitement wasn’t particularly big. But I nodded enthusiastic. “Yep!”, I answered. Then I took both books from him. “This” I held up one book. “is my favourite book! I read it 30 times for sure. And this” I help up the second book. “is my favourite book of poetry which is filled with poets of our time! I wrote comments, marked some things and even scribbled inside of the books. But don’t worry I used a pencil. If you don’t like it, you can erase it! I always hated it when somebody has written into books. But I saw it on Pinterest as a gift idea and I wanted to try it out. I didn’t know if you’d like it! So, I decided to use a pencil to give you-” His soft lips cut me off. After he pulled away from me Spencer smiled lovingly at me. “I already love it! Thank very much.” Out of shame I didn’t look him in the eyes when I tuck my hair behind my ear. “I don’t believe you, but it is very nice that you pretend to like it.” Spencer softly petted my head. “But I am saying the truth!”, Spencer argued. I shook my head. I was aware that it wasn’t a customized gift for Spencer. But I have thought about it! I hoped that he would learn to love it in the future. Nevertheless, I knew that Spencer didn’t like it at first. “I know you only read classics, nonfiction and so on! You aren’t a fan of the type of fiction I read. But I am giving you a Y/A-Romance novel for a good reason!”, I added for consideration. “At least I hope so.” I swallowed hard before I continued. “On a logical level I can’t compete with your intellect, your creativity and your thinking! My beloved genres take you in to a new world and they will help you primarily to switch of your brilliant mind for a moment. Besides the poems are sweet and cute and I want them to be a reminder for you of me when you are on a case.” Spencer gave my forehead a kiss giggling. “Do you want to” Spencer to sneak a peek on the book cover. “read Everything, Everything with me?” I beamed at Spencer. The joy Spencer caused inside of me was simply overwhelming. How could you not love this man? I was convinced that it was impossible! “Are you going to read to me?”, I asked hopefully. His voice was my favourite sound in the entire world. Spencer smirked at me. “If you want that.”, he answered. “I AM GOING TO GET YOU COFFEE, MYSELF HOT CHOCOLATE AND I AM GETTING MY BLANKET AND YOUR PILLOW!”, I screamed. I stumbled forward while I ran through his apartment. He burst out laughing and followed me.

[mobagehelllocal]

“do you even lift bro?” ver ii - dire, divus, ashton

The previous ask you did for me was so hilarious! If you're up for it then can i request the same for Divus, Ashton and Crowley this time? The reader doesn't necessarily have to be their student she can be their co-worker. Thanks anyway:) -- from @blackstrawberrynightmare

A/N: Ah! Hello again! We should all thank @blackstrawberrynightmare who actually prompted the creation of this “do you even lift bro?” series! I’m genuinely surprised how popular my version of the “bridal carry” is! I just... tried to be funny. I don’t think I am funny though?? xD  

For this one, I originally wanted to push for a very neutral reader so you couldn’t tell if it was a student or a teacher... but then I found it really funny how a teacher would react to being thrown into Twisted Wonderland... Also slight nsfw because Divus. (I was thirsty, I have no excuse.) ALSO! This one doesn’t have images because the teachers don’t appear in the manga... smh...

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (this), ver iii (leech twins, jamil, epel, rook, lilia)

--

When you first came to Twisted Wonderland--you were, at first, some glorified errand girl.

Which, to be fair, as someone who didn’t possess magic, totally made sense.

Then Grim got into an argument with Ace. They burnt a statue, Dire punished them (including you, at which point you felt like you had gone back to high school). Then Deuce happened, the chandelier got ruined, you were about to all get expelled (but you weren’t enrolled anyways? You would’ve refused that?). So you all high tail it to that magical cave, found a magic crystal and--

“Absolutely not.” you put your foot down. “I am an adult woman, and I refuse to go back to high school... or whatever this is. I don’t mind being an errand girl, but I refuse to be a student again.” 

“But--” Grim protested, but your sharp glare made him flinch--and so did the ADeuce combo. They had seen you get furious before, and it was a lecture they wouldn’t want to repeat.

At that, Dire Crowley sighed in response.

“Well, what do you propose you do?” 

You paused, you hadn’t expected the guy to listen to you. After all, he hadn’t let you get a word in since you got here anyways. 

“Maybe... a teacher’s assistant job?” 

--

“Or a secretary.” you offered. 

He didn’t look convinced, so you decided to pull out your secret weapon.

"Imagine this Dire,” you had said, purposely using his name to get a point across--that you aren’t a child. “I can handle paperwork as long as magic isn’t involved.”

“Then you’re hired.” he immediately decided, to the gasps of the students in the office with you. You only smirked triumphantly.

So it seemed that hate for paperwork persisted across universes.

“Then what about me?” Dire peered at Grim through his mask. 

“Well then, I suppose you can still sit in lectures provided, that you do your work well.” 

So here you were, months later, as you followed him around like the dutiful secretary you were.

Dire was... a little air headed at times, but he mostly meant well. ‘Mostly’ because he often got you to take care of everything he couldn’t (didn’t want to) do. He did his best to be interactive and friendly with his students--which you could say was far better than most academic institutions back in your world. He was a person who was willing to listen, as long as you managed to keep him calm and tell him to pay attention.

But other than that--

‘He’s really like a bird’ you thought, as he fluttered about and inspected the mirrors. 

“We’re done here.” He finally said, then turned to you. 

His yellow eyes always felt as if they were staring deep into your soul, and you barely controlled a shudder at the way they glowed--before you looked down at the schedule in your hands.

“We’re going to double check the maintenance on going at the stadium,” you reported, he sighed a little.

“Oh how generous I am, to look into all these details so carefully...” he mourned, “yet there is no rest for someone as generous as I--”

“Sir, it’s your job.” 

He proceeded to ignore you while he whined to himself. You could feel your sweat drop in response.

“You do have a break after this.” 

He instantly cheered up on that.

“No, it’s not long enough to suntan in the Southern Islands.” you said, used to his moods. “but if we don’t carry on right now, you will never get a break.” 

“Oh very well,” he sniffed, “I shall attend to this matter... because I am ever so generous.”

You rolled your eyes.

Once you had gotten to the stadium, Dire easily handled and fielded all the questions that were directed to him by the maintenance staff. As he finished speaking to the staff, he turned to you with a pointed look, and wide gold eyes.

“Oh, alright--” you had barely gotten the word out when you heard a snap from somewhere above, and a yell. You only got a brief glimpse, before you grabbed Dire (at which he let out a very undignified yelp) and darted out of the way as fast as you could. A long, metal beam fell in the spot you were originally in, and set up dust in the air. This makes both you and Dire cough, but you’re glad that you had managed to dodge it in time.

“Dire, are you okay?”

“I am fine,” he wheezed, a hand over his chest before he turned to you. You pulled your head back just in time to make sure his mask doesn’t poke your eyes out. “I--what--how are you carrying me?” he said, his voice shrill. 

“It’s always been something I can do.” you shrugged, he was actually a pretty light guy--mask, coat and top hat included. 

“I could’ve used magic.” 

“Adrenaline rush?” you offered. “I just knew I had to move us as fast as possible.”

Dire stared at you with those unflinching yellow eyes, and you began to twitch nervously. You hated how it almost always feels like he never blinks... or something.

“Does this mean you could carry me to places this whole time--” 

“--! You’re seriously going with that?” you complained, as you fell onto your knees, the adrenaline rush having left you. He squeaked in surprise at the sudden drop, but he does look at you with concern.

“Are you alright?” there was a worried tone in his voice and you nodded.

“Give me a moment.” He nodded slowly, and he reached a hand to rub at your back, which helped steady your breathing. You tried not to look at him, as you knew you’d be faced with that unnerving stare of his. 

It always felt like it was trying to figure you out--understand you--as if you’re some great mystery, when you feel like an open book.

“Why don’t you take a time off today?” Dire suddenly said.

“What?” You looked up to shoot him a look. “You’ll use it to slack!”

“Absolutely not.” he sounded offended. “I take my job very seriously.” 

“Then I’ll take my job seriously.” 

“You do not seem fine.” Dire insisted, yellow eyes fixed upon your own. “Since you graciously saved me, I shall graciously allow you to have some time off, dear secretary--because I am super duper gracious after all.” 

You rolled your eyes, but you laced your fingers together to stop your shaking.

Dire was...

kind. Actually pretty empathetic and sensitive--but he just sometimes chose not to intervene. If he pushed you for a break then he must be pretty serious.

“Alright.”At your response, his eyes became two curved lines.

‘Sometimes I really don’t understand you.’ you think, baffled.

“Excellent! I want my amazing secretary all healthy and well by tomorrow, alright?” 

“Sure.” you eyed him. 

‘One day, I’ll truly understand you.’ you vowed to yourself, quiet but determined.  

--

When Dire had left you in the care of Divus, you couldn’t help but want to both thank and curse the man. 

You were thankful you had gotten Divus because he was a pretty respectful person--the use of a teacher’s baton with a collar hanging off it notwithstanding--and he was certainly more aware of what you needed as a woman. It was easier to communicate to him your basic needs, and he barely blinked as he helped you shopped.

In fact, the man had been more than willing to help you chose out clothes that he insisted would suit you better.

However...

However, you also wanted to curse Dire because he had left you in the hands of the most attractive faculty member. It didn’t help that it felt like he was out to seduce you--no, calling you ‘good girl’ or ‘pet’ instantly made the blood rush to your cheeks. 

You were pretty certain it was one-sided, after all, he used that type of endearment with everyone. It was probably like how some older people would refer to younger people as ‘sweetie’ or ‘dear.’ 

“So, I need you to watch over that side, am I clear, pet?” 

“No problem Divus.” you nodded your head, and just as you moved to the other side of the room, he took the time to give your hair a gentle pat, that smoothly transitioned to tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“What a good girl.” he said, with that same smirk that would make your panties drop if you were a lesser person. ‘I swear to god he knows that he’s doing to me,’ you thought to yourself, as you tried to distract yourself with thoughts of the alchemic table of elements. 

Your job as Divus’s teaching aide was to look over people’s work. Unlike other courses in Night Raven College, Divus’s class was one where your worth as a magician wasn’t actually... relevant. Alchemy was based on the magician’s ability to stay attentive and patient. Divus started you off with learning the important ingredients, how to use them, and during class he would also tell you what you needed to see from someone’s potion to know that they were doing it right. 

It wasn’t so difficult.

 As you walked around the cauldrons of the students, and peered into the huge pots, you nodded in approval when you saw that they were mostly the right shade for this stage of the potion. You offered some quick suggestions or two to some of the pairs, when you heard a loud sound. 

You turned quickly to see that someone’s potion was acting up, and it caused the cauldron to shake. 

“Move, puppies!” Divus ordered them to move away from the cauldron as it swung toward him. You see him trip backward in his haste, and as adrenaline pounded in your ears, you immediately rushed over.

As he slipped, Divus hissed, and raised his teacher’s pointer--that is until he felt someone jerk him out of the way. The sudden pull, with his already unsteady stance, made him fall straight into your arms.

After rescuing Divus, you quickly scampered away from the acidic content that spilled onto the ground. 

“What now Divus?” you looked down, only to realize that he was frozen, as he stared at you with a stunned expression on his handsome face. (Actually, the whole class was staring at you in surprise, but you’re a little too taken with Divus’s startled expression to really notice.)

“Uh... Is something wrong?”  

“I... I didn’t realize you were so strong... pet.” He said, his eyes wide. As much as you wanted to savor the expression--he was nearly unflappable--you had greater concerns. 

“I can explain later?” you offered, then your eyes darted back to the concoction on the ground. “but the acid...” 

“Ah, right.” he snapped back into attention, and moved to leave your arms. While you do let him go, never let it be said that you weren’t mournful. He was an attractive coworker, and the way you had held him in your arms made you realize that one--his fur coat wasn’t very thick, and that two--you got a good grip on his well toned body.

You looked up to notice him scold the students as he waved his teacher’s baton around. You raised a hand to massage your temples when a thick, sophisticated (dare you say ‘sexy’) scent wafted up to your face from your hands. It was Divus’s perfume. You let out a shaky inhale in surprise, only to be overwhelmed by the scent. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, and you go a little dizzy at that. 

‘My god this man isn’t good for my heart.’ You thought, as you reached up a hand to rub at the scent. 

“Are you alright, pet?” Your head snapped up in surprise, only to realize that Divus’s face was very close to your own. You let out a squeak, and you slipped backward only for him to catch you by wrapping his arm around your waist. This of course meant--

Your faces are even closer than before.

“It seems like I saved you this time.” He let out a soft chuckle, and his face was so close to your own, that whatever red in your cheeks you’ve lost--probably came back tenfold. 

It also doesn’t help that this close, you could smell his perfume. 

“Yeah--um, thanks.” You took a proper step back except this time he followed. 

“Now now, pet.” He tilted his head. “You were going to tell me about earlier.” 

“The strength thing?” You asked. “I’ve always been strong... It was my talent so... I learnt how to use it.” your eyes flickered around, only to notice he’d likely dismissed the students already. That’s when you feel something press against your chin, which made you meet the taller man’s gaze. Unable to look at the item pressed against your jaw, you had to rely on your sense of touch—with the cool metal making you realize that it was his baton pressed against your chin. You feel the heat rise up to your ears in response to the realization.

He looked back at you with heavily lidded eyes. From this close you couldn’t help notice the glitter over his eyelids mixed in with his eyeshadow, and that hint of something in his eyes that made you shiver. 

“Aren’t you a fascinating one, pet?” he hummed. “You never cease to capture my attention.” (He thought back on the way you looked when you had easily carried him in your arms--his heart had skipped a beat. He had always thought you were cute--but at that moment? Something about the fierceness and strength in your expression was beautiful and undeniably--)  

He cocked his head as he sees that spark in your eyes again.

‘--alluring.’ He decided.

“Is that a good thing?” you asked as you bit your lip and his smirk only widened.

“Why don’t you tell me?” he asked, before he leant in to press his lips roughly against your lips, that made your heart flip--and when he slid his clothed leg in between your thighs--

‘This man is really not good for my heart.’

--

It took a little bit more convincing, but Crowley finally agreed to let you be a teacher’s assistant--to Ashton.

Ashton was--alright. He was energetic, and generally very cheerful. He was pretty easy to get along with. Though you had some issues with his bias to the more physically capable students--you saw it as your job to help out the less physically capable students when you could. When all else failed, you saw to it that the students would get tips from each other. It was the most you could--especially since physical education was different in this world.

You cupped your face in your hands as you watched the students quietly play Magical Shift. Beside you, Ashton yelled in good cheer--he wasn’t particularly biased to one side--he gave good advice to all players of the field. You could only watch attentively because you thought you barely knew enough about Magical Shift to be a proper commentator. 

That is until you notice that the disk was suddenly launched your way. 

You acted on pure adrenaline as you pulled Ashton out of the way and hoped away from the spot as the disk embedded itself deeply into the bleacher seats that you were originally on. 

You let out a sigh of relief at the successful dodge--that thing was heavy, no surprise there--you had to lug it around without magic. But you just knew getting hit by that thing--at the speed it was going, would definitely bruise someone. 

“Ashton are you okay?” You looked down briefly, only to see Ashton’s expression.

Ashton stared at you in awe. His eyes were wide, his mouth agape. He had his hands pulled to his chest and laced together.

He looked...very much like a damsel in distress, and you could already feel the laughter bubbling in your chest.

Ashton really did give some of the greatest expressions to everything--you can feel your heart soften. 

He was someone you grew incredibly fond of--because of how genuine he was about everything, especially with the things he liked.

“[Name].” 

“Yeah?” you arched your brow.

“You’re carrying me.” You looked down at him--and well, his position in your arms.

“...Yeah?” you tilted your head. “I mean, you’re in my arms right now, right?” 

“How are you doing this?” he said, his awe so apparent you can’t help but regard him with amusement. 

“I’ve always been strong.” you paused, “and well... it was that one thing I had so... I honed it.” 

“That...” he said so quietly you grew concerned--he wasn’t the quiet type. Far from it. “IS! SO! AWESOME!” you flinched when he suddenly bellowed.

“Quick! Tell me what’s your max weight!” he asked, and confused, you tell him. His eyes only sparkled further in response--and you kid not, when Ashton’s eyes glittered--they glittered and shone like bright stars. 

“You must join me for training!” he said eagerly, “I’m so excited! I don’t have much people to train with, but it will be fun to do it with you! That I’m sure of.” 

“Wait... you’re not... weirded out by it?” Most of the time, when guys twice your size find out you could carry them with no sweat, they often just... bailed. You had long gotten used to it, and refused to care because you wouldn’t let them have what you were proud of. While Ashton didn’t strike you as that type of person, doesn’t mean you didn’t brace for the possibility that he might respond that way. 

“What?” his brows furrowed. “No! I think it’s amazing!” 

Your heart fluttered at that, and you watched him in surprise as he rose from your arms.

“We should train together, okay?” Then he turned away to begin instructing the players again.

You looked down to your hands and they feel warm. You felt your cheeks warm and a thought pervades--

‘Do I--?’

--

[secret-engima]

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ME

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I WANT TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS AU

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...also for some reason my brain is drawing comparisons with Leverage? Not sure why.

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*snicker* just. YES. Oscar Redemption Arcing /everyone!/ YOU get a redemption arc! And YOU get a redemption arc! And - oooh, due to the fact that the merge was partially complete before he and Ozpin/Ozma were ripped apart, do his friends/team/pet refer to him as 'Ozma's kid' rather then as Ozpin himself?

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Toss in a rumor about how the child-king of the underworld is secretly the son of Beacon's headmaster (look, no one gives rumors like this any credence!) and it's just one more thing for everyone to go '?!' about.

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/snicker/ How about rumors that, due to his appearance and his 'pet dog', Oscar is secretly Ozpin and 'the queen of the Grimm!''s kid?

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Oooh, can Oscar give his 'new team' any kind of magic, the way Ozpin did Raven and Qrow?

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*snicker* Also, sudden mental image of tiny Oscar booming "I AM THE GREAT AND POWERFUL OS-car." (No, I don't know why he's doing it. But Shenanigans!)

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!!! How about Oscar's auntie comes along for the ride? Determined to Shank the Queen of the Grimm herself if he /touches/ her sibling?

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I dunno if you've seen the recent RWBY episodes - but I am ALWAYS in favor of Oscar winning people over via kindness and redemption arcs and believing so hard in other people.

Me: XD YES. SOMEONE IS INTERESTED.

I have no idea what Leverage is, I assume it’s a live action show because I never bother to watch those.

It is my firm belief that OSCAR, not Ruby, is the Simple Soul that is spoken of in the opening of the first season, and while I have ... many issues with how Roosterteeth is handling their later seasons and character arcs, I DO love the idea of Oscar facilitating all the redemption arcs so here we go XDD.

And yes, because the merge was partial and then shattered, if they refer to his connection to Ozma/Ozpin, it’s as “Oz’s/Ozma’s kid.” They avoid saying Ozpin because Ozpin is alive and they don’t want to start a rumor connecting the two. Which ... kinda happens anyway, because as soon as Ozpin gets wind of Oscar’s EVERYTHING and the rumor of him being an “Oz’s” kid he’s going to have multiple heart attacks.

And I don’t know how rumors of him being the headmaster’s son would start? Because they don’t look anything alike. ...Well actually. They do BEHAVE similar because of the merge, and both use fancy canes so XD. Maybe.

It’s far more likely that do to his appearance and the Hound’s existence, he’s known as some kind of Grimm Child, or a child born of an unholy coupling of Grimm and man (look, biologically Grimm don’t reproduce, but will that stop idiots from theorizing? No). And while nobody really knows about a queen of grimm to make rumors about her (save for her minions and Ozpin and co) OZPIN AND CO can in fact take a long hard look at the grainy pictures of a child who looks distinctly like OZMA did in his first life, and the Grimm following him around doting on him and come to nasty conclusions of what Salem is doing in her spare time being lonely and crazy and a bitter ex.

Ozpin never, ever needed to ponder over the mental quandary of “if your ex from another lifetime possibly defiles the laws of decency, morality, and reality to create a child of her and one of your long gone past lives, does it still count as your kid even though genetically there’s no relation” but here we are. Ozpin and Co are jointly a Stress™. Oscar has NO CLUE what rumors are springing into being around him.

Hmmm, I hadn’t decided if Oscar had magic still, but you KNOW WHAT? IT’S MY AU I DO WHAT I WANT and I love this idea. Just- you get animal transformation powers and you get animal transformation powers and you-

Oscar probably does it to help cope with how much magic he has, since the time-travel and Salem’s torture and a few other rebound effects have likely left him with more magic than Oz himself has had in many a lifetime. And unlike Oz it RECHARGES.

OSCAR ABSOLUTELY DOES THAT AT SOME POINT. Just- stands on Hound’s back, with his fancy cane and his bowler hat (green ribbon instead of red but still clearly a nod to Torchwick and Torchwick is totally not DAD PROUD OKAY) and uses his magic to boom that HE IS THE GREAT AND POWERFUL OZ-car. XDDD

Hmmmm, Oscar’s aunt likely doesn’t come for the ride at first, since Neo 100% steals tiny Oscar out of the farmhouse in dead of night, but she is exactly the kind of person to track down her tiny criminal nephew and DEMAND ANSWERS. DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED SHE’S BEEN YOUNG MAN.

Oscar, who’s Aunt was dead in the future and who he honestly forgot still existed in this timeline because his brain is still a bit of a Salem-fragmented mess- ummmmmm sorry?

And then she joins the crew because of course she does. Torchwick is honestly more pleased than he should be but FINALLY ANOTHER ADULT TO HELP HIM. BLESS.

I ... am aware of some of the new RWBY eps, but I have not watched. I’m waiting for V8 to be over so I can tell how badly of a train wreck I’m in for before I start.

Also if they kill off Oscar I will rage quit the show and probably make so many angry fixits.

[writingblock101]

#RedRobinIsAFurry (Tim Drake x Reader)

Request for @markofthewolf (aye I like your Diego profile picture!): Funny 9 with Tim?

Word Count: 1,200 

Tags: @idkmanicantenglish, @mayahoelland2013

If I didn’t get a prompt for Tim, this would’ve been the one I would’ve written for him anyways. Thanks for the request! Enjoy!

You snort awake to the sound of your phone ringing. Banging your hand blindly on your nightstand, you hear a thud and the music sounds slightly farther away. Groaning, you lean over the bed only to be blinded by your lit-up phone, indicating that Tim is calling you. You squint, snatching the phone off the ground and roll over, swiping your finger to answer it. 

“Hello?” 

While you’re more than aware of Tim’s less than healthy sleep schedule, you would hope your brilliant genius of a boyfriend would think to check the timezones between New Jersey and London. 

“I’m sorry to be calling at 4 am, but how do you turn off the cat?” Tim rushes out in one breath. 

You blink slowly, your barely awake mind sluggishly forming an intellectual response. 

“What?” 

“T’Challa will not shut up and he keeps walking across the Bat computer no matter how many times I put him on the floor. He can open doors, did you know that because I did not.” 

You blink again, barely processing a word of what Tim is saying. 

“...What?” 

Tim sighs. 

“I’m working on a case, but every time I try to sit at the computer, T’Challa sits on the keyboard or walks across it and screws everything up. How do I make him stop?” 

“Um…” You frown, trying to remember how you normally handle your cat when he gets antsy. 

He wants attention, that much is clear, but he doesn’t always ask for attention at the best times. While normally you’d tell Tim to take a break and play with him, a glance at your watch which is still set for Eastern Time tells you that it’s only 11:00 PM, meaning Tim’s night is just beginning. 

Mirroring.

“What?” Tim asks. 

“Huh?” 

“You said mirroring…?” 

That was out loud? 

Tim chuckles. 

“Yeah, babe. That was out loud.” 

“Oh.” 

“What’s mirroring?” Tim prompts. 

“Um… He wants to be involved,” You rub your head, trying to think of the best solution for Tim. “Do you have an old laptop or something? I made one out of a pizza box, but you’re rich.” 

“Um, yeah,” You hear things shuffling in the background. 

“Set it up next to you and he’ll lay on it. It makes him feel… Involved,” You explain. 

“...Cats are weird.” 

“Yeah, well, you dress up like a bird and beat up criminals so you don’t have any room to talk.” 

Tim laughs. 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right… Jason started calling me a furry.” 

Maybe it’s because it’s 4 AM or maybe the idea of Tim being a furry is hilarious, but either way, you start cracking up.  

“Rawr XD,” You grin. 

“Yeah, it was all fun and games until Bruce asked me what a furry was.” 

You laugh harder, the mental image of billionaire Bruce Wayne hesitantly approaching his son after hearing Jason call him a furry to ask what exactly a furry is. 

“Do you think he Googled it first?” You wheezed. 

“Probably.” 

“Yiff yiff!” You exclaim, tears running down your face. 

You hear Tim sigh on the other end of the phone. 

“Tim! You may have awakened Bruce to his true identity!” 

Another sigh. 

“He saw the pictures and thought ‘hey, that sounds like me!’!”  

“How are you worse than Jason?” 

“Do you think he’s going to modify his suit?” 

Suddenly, the image of Batman, furry, and bright green with purple eyes pops into your head. You think you might be getting abs with how hard you’re laughing.

“I can’t breathe!” You exclaim between laughs. “Oh my gosh, I need this to be real!” 

“I don’t!”

“Don’t worry, Timmy, one day, you’ll accept your true identity.” 

“Calling you was a mistake.” 

“Maybe we can modify your suit!” 

“I should’ve just suffered through T’Challa.” 

“You know, I think some fur would do wonders on the Red Robin suit.” 

“Is this Hell? I deserve this, don’t I?” 

“Instead of the white eye covers, we can glue on some googly eyes!” 

“Fight crime, they said. It’s for the greater good, they said.” 

“We could even go to the annual furry convention!” 

“People won’t start calling you a furry, they said.” 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re the only guy I OwO for.” 

“... Is that how that’s really pronounced?” 

“Is that what we should be focusing on or should we talk about how you knew exactly what I was talking about despite not seeing it typed out? YOU’RE TOTALLY A FURRY!” 

“I AM NOT A FURRY!” 

You start laughing again, another round of tears gathering in your eyes before finally, you slump back against your pillow, your eyes feeling heavy.

“I miss you,” You say quietly. 

“Even though you’re bullying me, I miss you too,” Tim responds. 

“Bullying you?” You yawn. “I would never!” 

“Uh-huh, sure you wouldn’t.” 

“I’m just trying to help you accept your true identity!” 

“Wow, I am so blessed to have such a supportive partner.” 

“I’m pretty much the best,” You grin sleepily, pulling your blanket tighter around you. 

“How has London been?” Tim asks. 

You put the phone on speaker, your hand tired from holding it to your face. 

“It’s been amazing. It’s so beautiful here, but British people are weird.” 

Tim chuckles. 

“Yeah? How so?” 

“Hearing a British accent cat calling me is so bizarre.” 

Tim laughs, making you smile at the sound. While England as been amazing, you really miss your boyfriend. 

“Some of the food is weird too, but it’s still good.” 

“I’m glad to hear you’re having fun.” 

“I wish you were here with me, I think you would really like it.” 

“Oh yeah?” Tim asks. “Then I guess we’ll have to go together.” 

“That would be nice,” You smile, your eyes getting heavy. “You playing nice with Damian?” 

Tim scoffs. 

“I’m not the one you need to be worried about!” 

You hum. 

“I dunno, babe. The last time I wasn’t in New Jersey when I came back, you’d gotten a haircut with a flame thrower.” 

“It wasn’t a flame thrower.” 

“Yeah, whatever alien tech. Point is, Damian was the one holding it.” 

“We’ve been fine,” Tim promises. “Playing nice.” 

“Good,” You smile, letting your eyes close. 

The line goes silent. Tim glances over at his phone where it’s resting on the desk. 

“Y/N?” He says quietly, but only hears the sound of soft breathing. 

He smiles to himself, knowing you feel back to sleep and reaches out to pet T’Challa who is happily purring on an old laptop. 

“Do you feel involved?” Tim asks jokingly as T’Challa pushes his head into Tim’s hand. “Maybe you’ll help me solve a few cases.” 

Tim glances back over at the phone and picks it up. 

“Good night, Y/N. I love you,” Then he hangs up, letting you sleep. 

. . . 

Tim blinks awake the next morning, his arms sore from patrol. He stretches his arm then lets it flop onto the bed and reaches for his phone. A Twitter notification is waiting for him. Tim clicks on the notification and sees that you had tweeted: 

#RedRobinIsAFurry No, I do not take constructive criticism. 

“Oh my gosh,” Tim’s head hit his pillow. 

It had over 4,000 likes and over 5,000 retweets, the first one being from Jason, of course. Tim opens his text messages to you. 

Tim: I hate you. 

Y/N:  😘

Tim laughs and puts his phone down then he hears a familiar meow. He glances up to see T’Challa staring at him from the foot of his bed. 

“I suppose you’re hungry, aren’t you?” 

T’Challa’s tail swishes back and forth. Tim tosses back his blankets then scoops up the black cat to go feed him. He can’t wait until you’re home again. 

[szopenhauer]

What type of friend are you?  funny mom friend so like... dad friend? XD 

Have you ever been friends with someone for longer than 7 years? nah

Do you have a family member you hate? could say so

Does your family accept who you are? it’s complicated

Have you ever puked in school or at work? luckily not

Do you hate puking or does it make you feel better? hate 

Have you ever coughed up blood? nope

Do you lie to your doctor? sometimes we all have to but nothing important

Have you ever been misdiagnosed? yup

Do you think you have an disorder but havent been properly diagnosed yet? that too

Is self diagnosing good or bad? depends

Do you think sex is overated? it is

Is it important for both genders to understand eachothers bodies? I’m not dating men, I don’t want to have a son and I am not a doctor so I don’t care about male bodies, sorry

If someone was a virgin and was raped, did they lose their virginity? ...

Have you ever dated someone more than twice your age? nooo

Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? I don’t drink

Have you ever borrowed money from your mom & lied about why you needed it? I don’t think so

Have you ever dated someone just because they had money? no

Have you ever lied to your spouse about the money you spent shopping? it wasn’t a lie but I bend the truth a little 

Have you ever gone on a first date with no underwear? I might go without a bra but because I don’t wanna wear it and not because I might have sex 

Do you treat attractive people better than others who aren’t as attractive? nope

Are you more comfortable with friends that are less attractive than you? not less but not more as more attractive might make me feel insecure at times

Have you ever hated a job to the point that you tried to get fired? I would if they let me stay in few places but luckily they didn’t care much about me as their worker hahaha

Have you ever lied about your weight on a driver license? there is weight on a driving license? :o

Have you ever lied during a job interview? meh

Have you ever lied to your boss to get out of work? I exaggerated feeling sick once to not get a job in a horrible place if that counts

Have you ever lied under oath in court? I wouldn’t!

Have you ever bought alcohol for someone underage? I said NO

Have you ever switched tags on an item to pay less for it? I only took tag from an identical item, just different color, as someone tore it out before and I really wanted that particular color, so no

Have you taken any pics of yourself that you wont want your parents to see? umm... yeah ^^”

Did you ever tell your BF/GF you like their outfit when you really didn’t? there are different types of like - like as I would want to wear that myself and like as I enjoy it in general but also like it on particular person etc. 

Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF ’s family? could be worse lol

Do you lie about your age? what for if everybody think I’m younger anyway

Would you risk your life to save a total stranger? maybe

Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? hell no

Have you ever snuck out of the house to go out with friends? not really

Have you ever shoplifted? no way

Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? yup Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? omg

Have you ever held back a well deserved compliment because you were jealous? I don’t recall

Do you guilt people into giving you what you want? hope not, I try not to, it’s manipulative and I already am seen this way due to my BPD so... 

Would most ppl consider you better than average looking? pfft Would you prefer to have hot body or high IQ? good health

Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I’m ashamed to tell them that I don’t have a job 

Would you give up your car to save the planet? if I had one...

Are you more likely to believe a man or woman? woman :x

Has your credit card ever been declined? I don’t use a credit card

If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? oh no...

Do you think your parents are too critical of you? my mother is

Ever blame a sibling for something you did wrong? I usually have to take the blame for her instead

Have you ever accepted credit for someone else’s work? just my alters lmfao

Did you ever buy something expensive,wear it once and return it? I didn’t, I have no money to buy and no heart to act like this either

Have you ever re-gifted something? shitload of times

Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? not for future ppl, just for itself

Do you own anything from IKEA? not furniture 

What was the last task that you required the use of scissors for? I just dropped them and let them lay on the floor under the table because I am unable to reach ‘em

Look around the room and name any item that’s grey. stuffed bad from Biedronka that I got on a flea market

Do you know what any of your close friends did yesterday afternoon? me and M. been spending time together while my parents were at home

Can you recall the last time you woke up in a bad mood? Why was that? I always do?...

Who was the last person to send you a message with a heart emoji? my gf obviously

Does your hometown have many good bookshops? none

What would be your typical outfit for a party? I don’t attend parties 

If your girlfriend/​​boyfriend broke up with you tonight, what would you do? oh...

last dream you had: K. 3D printed or smth almost identical album as the ones I had as a baby and her and my current partner gave it to me as a gift :3

do you think a lot of people think bad things about you? I aware of that

is your best friend pissing you off at this exact moment? I informed my father that I dropped scissors and now as I picked them up he asked me when and how they ended up there while I told him about it few minutes ago - I was more worried than annoyed tbh

Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? she’s taking a nap

Sex ruins relationships, right? it can happen

Last person to stand up for you? hmm...

The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? I lost count which is weird because I cry in front of my family members only (not even my grandma until I was a baby), I know that sometimes I cry in public but because I don’t give a fuck about strangers as much as I used to, close ones in the other hand... Nat hates the most when someone sees him so vulnerable

Something good going to happen tomorrow? doubt it

The last person you kissed hates you. Why? would have reasons

What do you usually do when the clock turns 11:11? it’s a secret you can unlock in a very high level of our relationship

Do you like your cell phone? it’s ok

So, what if you married the last person you kissed? we’re engaged so that dream ain’t that unreal

Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend? uh oh

Do you plan on moving out within the next year? I wish

What are you listening to at the moment? mom and dad talking <rolling my eyes>

Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years? or never

What’s your favorite high school memory? I have a bunch of those

Do you wish you had more money? absolutely

Team Jacob or Team Edward? team hate Twilight

Do you have a problem with bisexual, gay, or bicurious people? with bicurious maybe, definitely not gay

Have you ever held hands with the opposite sex? I have

Are you a patient person? weirdly unpatient Do you think you are a good person? am not

Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough? ewww

Is there a difference between the word ‘best friend’ and ‘friend’? there is 

How was your week? rollerclaster XD

Does it bother you when an artist remakes a song that one has previously done? usually

When was the last time you cried? recently

What letter is the song you’re listening to under? M if vocalist/band B if title of the song

Would you rather visit the 60s or 70s? 60s I guess

Do your socks say anything on them? I have no socks with anything said on them

Name a TV channel that only has three letters in it. BBC

Gray or Grey? grey

Will you be buying concert tickets any time soon? I won’t

Have you seen the movie The Perks of Being a Wallflower? Did you like it? yasss, it was fine

How many weddings have you been to? less than 5

When you smile, are you confident? I am not

Have you ever not done something because you were afraid of getting in trouble? of course

Was the weather beautiful today? it’s cold

Do you have to have a fan on when you sleep? I don’t own a fan Would you rather have an orange, red or gray bedroom? walls? orange 

Would you ever dye part of your hair blue? why not whole

Is Finding Nemo a favorite movie of yours? I dislike it

Does/Did your school have a uniform? middle school only and that was a great idea

Turn on the TV. What channel are you on? not gonna

What’s your favorite thing to do? nothing

If your house was haunted, what would you do? depends

What’s worse: Slow internet or slow walkers? slow internet

Are you a fast or slow walker? which alter? :P

Do you usually have to wear a belt with your pants? I must buy belt for Nat

Are you usually the person to try new things with your hair? no comment

What age do you look forward to reaching? I live on borrowed air...

What exercise do you hate the most? awkward ones

Do you know anyone that has a gecko as a pet? no

What color shirt is your mom wearing today? she’s wearing a striped pajama and light blue sweater atm

Does any part of your body hurt right now? mor than one

Do you like Greek Mythology? not a fan

When was the last time you had Pepsi? ages ago

What was the last question you answered, not on surveys? it was more an order than a question coming from my mom 

Do you own anything Polo? used to

Do you know anyone with exaggeratedly big muscles? neighbor

What is your favorite endangered animal? are elephants still endangered?

Do you like to dance? kinda, from time to time Who was the last person who screamed your name? mom’s calling me again, grrr...

Which underwater creature do you find the most badass? what do you mean?

How do you usually find out what the weather will be like for the next week? someone tells me, I ignore them, they were wrong all along

Why have/haven’t you joined Twitter? I left as it was boring and irritating Are you good at rhyming? but don’t like to rhyme

When’s the last time you were woken up in an obnoxious way? lately it’s common

Why do you/don’t you enjoy horror movies? they’re disgusting and pointless

Do you have any celebrity’s perfume? I don’t use perfume

How well do you do at Scrabble? in polish or english?

Who is your favorite Scooby-Doo character? Velma I suppose

Have you ever played or been interested in playing World Of Warcraft? been interested, liked the movie

What kind of cake/other dessert treat did you have for your last birthday? nothing?

Who do you think does the best job at cartoon voiceovers? Jarosław Boberek 

Does your dad wear a watch all the time? years ago frequently

How much ice cream do you think you’d be able to eat before you got sick? only a bit

Do you know anybody under 40 with grey hair? I have some myself

Do you think you have the potential to be a good stalker? oh well...

Why did you read the last book that you read? I watched film and heard it has a different ending so wanted to check it out

Have you ever cross-dressed? clothes have no gender but I drew mustaches and such 

Which sport are you the best at playing? unihokej/floorball or however it’s called

Do you know anyone who has gotten pregnant despite using contraception? possibly

What would you do if you were in that situation? I’m an asexual and I’m into girls

Are you planning on buying a house in the near future? not possible

Do you prefer on-campus classes or online classes? online

What was your favorite family vacation you went on as a kid? personal

What’s something about you that others might find unpleasant or off-putting? my skin for example (not color)

What gaming consoles do you own? I only play PC and android 

Have you ever been so sick you had to be taken to the hospital? been to ER few times

Do you know any lesbian couples? I’m in one ;)

Have you ever lived in an apartment building?  just when I was staying with my grandmother

What was the last topic you asked someone for their opinion or advice on? not sure which was last

Is your house visible on Google Street View?- barely

What’s the largest thing you currently have in your refrigerator? *shrug*

Do you know anyone who has never had a pet? I believe

Would you ever get a tattoo on your collar bone? no thx

Would you take the 3 minute beatdown to be in a gang? neither Do you check your texts right away when you receive them? not every single time, it’s impossible!

Does it make you uncomfortable when you receive a compliment? sorta, I think they’re lying/want something or make fun of me (even if just slightly teasing for fun)

When you are home alone at night and hear strange noises, are you afraid someone is going to break in? I’m more “ghost” type of person hahaha

Do you wake up cranky? mhm

What is on your wrists right now? sleeves

Are you a beach, country, or city person? country or small town

Are you an official couple with the last person you kissed? we are 

What’s the greatest thing that happened to you today? ex - I got a gift and found a shirt for Nat and myself :3

How old do you think you will be when you finally have kids? -

Are you waiting for something? food

Something you do a lot? suffer

How many chances do you tend to give people before enough is enough? it’s not about the amount

What’s a fact about the last person you kissed? she likes hugs

How long have you liked the person you like? it’s a long story 

Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? not our last kiss

Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now? I worry

Have you ever given your ALL to someone who walked away?

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? we kissed 

Are you one of those people who are always cold? not always but often

Do you tend to waste a lot of money? I still feel like it even tho I don’t, I thrift often but spend little for those trinkets

Did you sing at all today? może coś nuciłam, nie pamiętam, w headspace?

Would you rather be able to control the weather or control traffic? weather

Do you own any articles of clothing with skulls on it? gave it away to John

Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? typing on the computer

In your opinion which is the stronger emotion: love or hate? hate

Tongue piercings - cute or trashy? trashy

When it comes to jeans: skinny, flared or boot cut? skinny

Would you rather be a star ballerina or a star break dancer? none

They say diamonds are a girls best friend; what do you say? I don’t care for diamonds

Has anybody ever told somebody one of your secrets? plenty of times

Do you get on better with funny or serious people? smth in between

Do you have mood swings around the time of the month? I don’t need period to have mood swings, it’s stereotypical!

Have your friends met the last person you kissed? aha

What if you got stuck in a lift with the last person who Facebook messaged you? we would end up having sex? jk

When/where did your last hug take place? today

Have your parents ever told you about their love lives, and any previous relationships they had before they met? kind of

Do you and your friends have any inside jokes? and with family 

When you listen to music, do you ever find that the songs affect your moods and change how you feel? no shit Sherlock!

What’s one thing about today that you didn’t like? don’t wanna talk about all that

Who is the last person that you said i love you to, besides family members? my fiancee

Would you ever go back to any of your past relationships? done

Do you still talk to the first person you kissed? we’re together again

Do you have a picture of you kissing someone? :D

What’s a cuss word you use often? there’s a whole list

Who’s the last guy you texted? dad

Have you ever not been able to get someone out of your head? this question...

Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? I remember how we met

Do you believe that people talk about you behind your back? ha!

If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? yuk

What are you listening to? Tame Impala - Let It Happen

Did you do something mean to someone today? she deserved it!

Is there anyone that you wish was IN your life who used to be? babcia...

Give us a lyric from a song you’re listening to: The truth of it is it doesn’t get better than this

Is your birthday in less than 6 months? whoops

What brings out the worst in you? better not say that out loud

How’re you feeling right now? bad

Are you afraid of the future? very

Do you believe in true love? I’m trying

Do you believe that every one has a soul-mate? not everybody

Was today a good day? should be better

What woke you up this morning? woke up on my own

Do you look people in the eye when you talk to them? I don’t 

Have you ever played naked twister? wut...

Is your hair longer than your shoulders? not yet and don’t plan to keep it that long

Would you get in trouble if you came home drunk? that would be a shock to my family (and to me)

Do you ever think about things and start to worry? 100% of the time

Are you one to get annoyed easily? that me!

Is the last person you kissed yours? we don’t own ppl...

Was it a boy or a girl to text you first today? girl

Are you scared of spiders? am not

Do you hate the last boy who talked to you? I love my parent

Do you tend to make things complicated? not on purpose

Have you ever gotten to the point where you’ve said “I’m done trying”? gqe1gIQASGCK...

Do you think things will change in the next few months? I’m afraid for worse 

Do you like when people play with your hair? it’s strange

What are you wearing right now? bluzę w czarne i białe paski, zieloną bluzkę z długimi rękawami i szare legginsy z niebieskim wzorkiem

Ever feel like you have been replaced? more than once

Would you rather write a paper or give a speech? write

Are you lying to yourself about something? thx a lot for this ask...

Is the person you last texted single? she’s with me

Do you think any of your exes will eventually want to be with you again? tha hell

If you could move away, no questions asked, where would you move to? just my own apartment

Which do you prefer, relationship or a one-night-stand? relationship

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To the Men that I Love

I finished Camelot some time ago so... Here's an additional thing to celebrate. XD .

I staggered, overcome with vertigo as I took my surroundings in. The familar chrome backdrop of Chaldea eased my heart, dispelling all fears of harsh and gritty desserts and pure white walls. An arm shot to steady me and I, assuming it was Mash, held on for dear life.

Traversing through the Camelot Singularity had been exhausting. The opposing Kings clearly tested my mettle and many truths rained down on me like arrows. It was hard to take in at once, but I had decided to let it be tomorrow's problem. I wanted to sleep dreamlessly and spend a few blissful hours ignorant. I pressed my head against soft cotton as opposed to hard armor. Looking up, my eyes met with Dr. Henry Jekyll's kind green ones.

Ah yes. As a man of many fields, he was a tremendous help to Chaldea. He was smart enough to understand how the systems worked even though he was not a magus himself. Being a Servant came as a convenience as he was more than capable of keeping an eye on the systems far longer than Dr. Roman could. I had intended on bringing him along to Camelot with me, but he had insisted on staying. Henry had wanted to be useful even without using Edward's combat capabilities, an endeavor I supported. As his Master, I was glad he was stepping forward with plans of his own.

"Sorry Henry," I muttered, staying in his arms more out of necessity than desire. I was tired and could hardly trust my knees to keep me standing.

"Senpai, you should go to your room and rest," came Mash's kind voice. She sounded invigorated; refreshed. I almost envied her, but then I remembered how Camelot was basically home to her Servant side. "Shall I escort you?"

"No," I declined politely. She meant well, but she went through everything I did during the Singularity and the last thing I wanted for now was to hear anything related to Camelot or the Lion King, or the Knights of the Round, or the Pharaohs and their pet sphinxes, or the mountain people and the Hassans. I knew Mash was just concerned, but she would ask questions and I did not want to be asked or reminded. My own mind could paint me a vivid picture and any more encouragement was the last thing I wanted.

"I think I can manage." Skeptically, Mash pursed her lips but before she could argue, Henry gently cut in: "Don't worry, Mash. I'll make sure she gets to her room safely."

"Oh, Dr. Jekyll," I almost winced. His last name always reminded me of his legend and knowing that people used it because they did not know him as I did made me feel uneasy sometimes. To me he was Henry, the man given a chance to remold his shell instead of grow out of it. I know it is juvenile, but it felt to me like an underestimation of his efforts to be better. But again, Mash meant well and besides, she did not share the bond I shared with Henry. "Thank you. Well then, please take care of senpai. I will be retiring to my room as well."

I smelled smoke and cherry blossoms and inwardly groaned. Most of the time, Kiyohime was tolerable, even after prolonged periods of separation. She had found her calling in the kitchen, preparing edible food for the staff because I had told her once that the better fed the staff was, the easier they would work and in turn, I would have an easier time at a given Singularity or Rayshift. She took her duties as cook alongside Her Majesty Boudica to heart, believing it was the best way for her to serve me. It was easy to brush her off on good days, but today was hardly a good day and I could barely summon the strength to pull away from Henry's arms, let alone fend her off.

"My, my Master. You look exhausted. I should take you to your room and watch over you sleep?"

Please don't.

She smiled, truly believing that she was helping me and I appreciated it. "I would fight off any unpleasant dream for you, Master."

"Perhaps you should allow the Master to sleep alone," Henry spoke, though his tone was not what it usually was. Edward was talking, but in the other person's speech pattern. "I am well aware that you wish to spend time with her like everyone else, but as you can see, she is exhausted and needs to rest."

Kiyohime frowned and flames crackled from her fingertips. Mash tensed and the entire room stilled as the Berserker prepared to unleash her fury. "Get out of my way, Assassin," she growled and I felt Henry's grip tighten on me. "I will be the one to take care of Master."

The shift was almost imperceptible, but Henry's gentle green eyes turned red and his gaze became venomous. Mash was quick to place her shield between Henry and Kiyohime and I felt tears pricking the corner of my eyes. I was tired. I just wanted to sleep and this uncertain tension felt quite like wandering the dessert and storming Camelot. It was tempting to curl into a ball and just cry.

"Alright, alright," I heard a light-hearted motherly voice intervene, effectively cutting through the tension. I released a breath I did not realize I was holding. "You escaped from kitchen duties, young lady. That wasn't nice of you."

"But Your Majesty," Kiyohime whined. "Master is back."

Boudica nodded, patting the Berserker's long snow-white hair. "Yes, yes. And she'll still be here tomorrow. I know you miss her, but let her rest hm? Besides, the bread you're making in the oven won't let itself out. If it gets burnt like the last time, I'm sure a certain someone would never forgive you."

The shift in Kiyohime's mood was so abrupt, it was almost comical. I would have laughed if I had not been so close to tears a while ago. "Ahhh... The dreaded Saint of the Waterside and her Fists. I shall return immediately, Your Highness." To me she said, "Master, please rest well. I have lots to feed you when you're better."

To ensure that she would leave, Boudica started pushing the Berserker to the direction of the kitchen. She smiled kindly at me, Henry and Mash, her eyes warm and homely. I could only smile in return. It was followed by a brief whirlwind of good-nights and see-you-tomorrows before Henry lifted me into his arms and made his way to my room. We came across Sanson and Mata Hari as we walked and they gave brief greetings before resuming their way.

My room smelled nostalgic and I could not help but sigh as I inhaled a lungful and exhaled. Henry placed me on the bed and strode purposefully towards my cabinet. I flattened my palms on the familiar blanket. It smelled of fabric soap, signifying that it had been freshly laundered. The hamper at the foot of my bed was empty; someone must have washed my clothes while I was gone. It was those small things that made tears slide down my cheeks as the gravity of the situation as well as my exhaustion and the situation earlier fell on me like an unbearable weight.

"Master?" Henry walked back, holding a pile of clothes. Knowing that he rummaged through my dresser to retrieve my clothes only dimly embarrassed me.

"Sorry Henry... I just.. "

His hands enveloped mine, cradling them like they were something precious. I hated it when he treated me like this: like I would break anytime soon, like he was afraid of hurting me. Angrily, I raised my head, ready to snap at him, exhausted as I was.

A gentle smile was on his face and everything that surfaced onto my tongue dissipated, like smoke unfurling in the air. I wished he would stop looking at me like that; the lump in my throat became heavier and the tears would not stop threatening to fall. "H-Henry..."

"Welcome home, Master. We're glad you're back."

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I don't have Emiya to serve as Chaldea's mom so it'll be Boudica in this case. I think she'd be able to keep Kiyohime in line, because, well she knows what it's like to want revenge too. That justification sounded better in my head. XD Also EVERYONE is afraid of Martha. I love you, Punch Saint please come home in your Ruler form next year. :3 I also have another headcannon here. From which I am basing an upcoming fanfic... XD

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On writing Luke Skywalker as a character with a disability (meta thoughts)

Inspired by this post and the immensely thoughtful reblogs that go with it, I am going to try to consolidate my thoughts, advice, pet peeves, and feels about writing Luke Skywalker as a character with a disability (and perhaps touch a bit on Anakin/Vader). This is something I've actually spent a lot of time thinking about, and I don’t see it talked about very often, but now that I know I’m not the only one who thinks about it, I thought I'd try to share my perspective at least and start a conversation. Please feel free to add to, question, or outright argue with anything here.

First, a disclaimer: I am not an amputee, a doctor, an occupational therapist, or anyone else with relevant personal experience. I have personal reasons for caring deeply about this, but the most important ones are probably just wanting to see my favorite character written well and wanting to see diverse characters represented in fiction in general, so. Take this as you will.

Also, I will say in advance that I mix person-first language ("person with a disability") and identity-first language ("disabled person") here, because I know there are people who prefer both.... apologies/warnings in advance if you strongly dislike or are triggered by either.

So, first things first, and this is really just general writing advice that could apply to any disability or ANY aspect of a character's appearance… to what extent is is even necessary to address Luke's prosthetic hand in fic? The post I linked to above was really talking about art, and in that case, I suppose you do have to make some sort of choice—to draw Luke with a natural-looking hand like he had in ESB, a black glove as in ROTJ, or a metal hand like in the sequel trilogy. In fic, however, it doesn’t always need to really be addressed at all. Again, this goes for ANY aspect of a character’s appearance, and the golden rule is: Would the POV character (the character whose point of view we are in at the moment) notice or care at this particular moment in the story? You know how it feels weird when you read a bad YA fantasy novel and the narrator says something like "I looked at him with my brilliant purple eyes, which perfectly accented my flawless ivory skin"? That’s unnatural because actual people (even teenagers, shock! horror!) don’t really go around thinking about their own eye color or how flawless their skin is (unless they're incredibly unlikable, and then why would we want to read about them?). They’d be slightly more likely to be thinking about it if their skin WASN'T flawless and that zit they found this morning was bothering them, etc. Cardinal rule: don’t mention anything the narrator or POV character wouldn’t logically be thinking about at the time.

So, whether you even need to mention Luke's hand at all probably depends on a number of factors: Whose POV are we in? When does the fic take place? (Luke's going to be more aware of his new hand between ESB and ROTJ, for example, than decades in the future.) Does anything specifically happen that reminds the POV character of the fact that his hand's a prosthetic?

Which brings me, I suppose, to the next thing: Whether it even counts as a disability at all and the fact that, EVEN IF IT DOESN'T, you still can't really ignore it as if his hand just magically regenerated.

So, first. Is having an amazing cybernetic limb in the Star Wars universe a disability? I say a cautious yes… or at the very least, it's a medical condition on the same level with say, wearing glasses or contacts or having a hip replacement or something in the real world?

I do think it depends on a lot of factors though, and movie canon, at least, doesn’t give us a lot of answers. We don’t really know how much feeling Luke has in his hand… pressure/pain is established, but what about heat or cold? Does it hurt at all (aside from pain sensors)? Is it stronger, weaker, less flexible (more flexible? That's a bit hard to imagine?) etc, than his other hand? I think it PROBABLY counts as a disability and at least counts as something that would affect his daily life in AT THE VERY LEAST small ways. More on that later.

I don’t actually remember what Legends had to say about any of this but again, movie canon doesn’t give us a lot. Here are some of the things I appreciate fanfic writers thinking about, though. (For the record, I am GUILTY AS HELL of overlooking some of this stuff myself in certain fics though, so don't feel bad if you have too… just suggestions for things we probably SHOULD be considering!)

1. How different is the sense of touch or the range of movement in Luke's prosthetic right hand, compared to his left hand? Does it affect the way he does things? Does he favor one hand over the other in certain situations because of this? Does this change as time goes by and any differences become his norm? (I'd personally think there'd be some difference… not necessarily better or worse, but different, and that over time it would definitely start to feel normal.)

2. How different does it look or feel to other people? 1980s-era special effects aside, look at the rest of the technology in the universe. Look at your own hand for goodness' sake. I can’t imagine it’s a perfect replica. Like, I can see the bones and veins in my hand. My fingernails get too long and split and have ragged cuticles. There's no WAY that anyone would even WANT a prosthetic hand that realistic, so. There's got to be some difference. Especially in a romantic or sexual situation, especially fairly soon after ESB, it seems weird not to mention this. I HAVE seen fics that addressed the body temperature issue, either by having the other character be surprised that his hand WAS warm or stating that it wasn't? I guess I personally don't think that heating would be a priority and that it might therefore be cooler than his other hand? Again, definitely not always necessary but, in certain scenes might be important and gets sometimes ignored.

3. There is no f-ing way that Luke’s hand actually ages, so… while I agree that the "Oh all the skin just fell off" idea is stupid, what DOES he do as he ages? Go for the metal model because it doesn’t look the same anyway so it doesn't MATTER if he ages? Get the skin updated to look more like whatever age he is now? Just… have a random 22-year-old-looking hand even though the rest of him is 50?

4. Regardless of whatever you go with for #3, either the entire hand or some of its parts must need replacing over time. Anyone who thinks people use the same prostheses for 30 years doesn’t know anyone who actually uses one (or hasn’t known them for very long, anyway), and even if you play the "advanced technology" card.. want to show me a 30-year-old car, airplane, or space shuttle that has NEVER HAD A PART REPLACED EVER? Can he do the maintenance himself (one-handed? Well, at least he has the Force?) or does a medical droid need to do it, etc?

5. What does the REST of the galaxy think about this? The only canon instances of ableism I can think of are Obi-Wan’s "more machine now than man" in ROTJ, and Dooku's not-so-nice thoughts about Anakin's arm in the ROTS novelization (although Palpatine obviously feels differently in the same scene), but… on the whole is there any stigma attached, or not? If so, is Luke more like "screw it," or is he somewhat self-conscious? What do Leia, Han, Chewie, Wedge... whoever else is in the fic, think? I mean, seriously... imagine a loved one losing a limb. You might not CARE (you shouldn't CARE, in the sense of loving them less or differently, and I don't think any of the above characters would either) but it would still be a thing to get used to?

6. Back to technical stuff, just how much of his arm IS mechanical anyway? Definitely seems to be more than he actually lost to Vader. (This Quora post is fascinating.) Again, usually not relevant since Luke never wears anything but long sleeves after ESB (which is a travesty; look at those ARMS on Dagobah), but… might be relevant if he’s naked in your fic? ;)

7. Related to #6, how obvious is the point where the synthskin meets his natural skin? This could probably be barely noticeable (theatrical makeup experience FTW?) but, might not be? Is this the reason he always wears long sleeves? XD I can't imagine synthskin can tan or grow hair or anything, right???

Okay, so assuming you've put the thought into your headcanon for the above (I… really hadn’t either until recently though, and my fics are all inconsistent so… no judgment either way), let me come back to this "minor thing that affects your life in small ways" thing.

I don’t really get the impression that, with Luke anyway, this particular fandom pays TOO MUCH attention to his prosthetic hand to the point where it feels like a fetish. I have read a COUPLE of fics that felt icky that way, but many more involving Anakin/Vader. If anything, it gets kind of over-ignored as a perfect replacement that is exactly like his biological hand in every way.

That's just not possible. It's not. And even if it WERE scientifically possible (in a very cyberpunk-ish world, no less) would anyone BOTHER to make a cybernetic hand with ugly veins, scraggly cuticles, and age spots?

So. Even if you don’t consider it a disability, it’s a THING. I don’t think my wearing contacts is a disability, but I still can't open my eyes underwater, and if I nap in the afternoon my eyes get dry and gunky, and if I drive somewhere and lose a contact I legally and literally CANNOT drive home (never happened but, anxiety FTW?), and don't forget that one time I lived through a major earthquake and all the supermarkets ran out of food because the roads were closed, you better bet I was worried about what would happen if I ran out of One Day Acuvue before the courier services opened back up (actually go to an eye doctor and get that awful glaucoma test? *shudder*). Similarly, someone who can walk normally on an artificial hip or knee isn’t disabled in the same sense that someone who uses a wheelchair is, but they still set off metal detectors and can’t sit comfortably in certain positions. It may or may not be a major thing, but it is a thing… and it does seem weird to me that a lot of writers seem to treat Luke’s hand as a perfect replacement when it CAN'T BE. For example:

1. It's metal in his body. I’ve translated enough medical documents to know that THAT IS A THING. Metal detectors, MRIs, whatever… there are times when metal vs. organic material is a thing.

2. He can't possibly have the same fingerprints, if he has any fingerprints at all. It MIGHT be possible for a planned amputation but… that hand was lost. Any biometric-type military clearance Luke has now has to be reset/redone. Finger vein identification etc. is probably a no-go period. (NEW THOUGHT: Unless the Alliance had his fingerprints on file... doesn't REALLY match up with the rest of the technology of the world, but... cool possibility?)

3. Maintenance. Especially considering if he’s going to live on a water planet with exposed mechanical parts with no one else to help him do maintenance if needed *side-eyes Rian Johnson*

4. Ongoing pain? This is a headcanon of mine anyway. From what I understand, phantom pain comes from the brain sending out signals to a limb that is no longer there, and getting no response. Since Luke’s hand DOES have feeling, I don’t think he’d have that kind of ongoing issue, BUT. I do think there’d be pain right after he got it (again, talk to anyone who’s had a joint replaced?) and I kind of imagine his hand aching whenever he was reminded of Vader or of losing it. Not a necessary thing to work in, I suppose, but that’s a headcanon I use a lot.

5. Identity as a disabled person? I have seen this addressed in some fics, and I agree that it might not have a place one way or the other in a story that has nothing to do with disability, but… I do sort of see Luke being especially compassionate to other veterans or victims of the war, and to people with disabilities in general, maybe especially because he now knows that’s something he shared with his father? I also like it when fics address the fact that not everyone in the galaxy has access to what I assume was the top-of-the-line model for the Alliance’s biggest hero, at that Luke might feel guilt about that, or at least a desire to help others?

6. Vanity/self-esteem? Luke doesn’t seem like a hugely vain person to me but… would he be at all self-conscious about meeting someone new and getting the awkward questions? Does he tell the truth, and if so how much of it? Or does everyone just already know? (That wouldn’t necessarily be LESS awkward though?) Like everything else, this probably depends on when the fic is set.

7. Is there anything he’s not supposed to do, like get wet (especially without the skin, oh dear sequel trilogy)???

I guess on the whole I see Luke as a not-vain person who probably wouldn’t care THAT much about appearances (except everyone does a little, right?), but I do think his hand would be a constant reminder of Vader, for better (after ROTJ) or worse (between ESB and ROTJ). I don’t think it would be as life-changing as losing a limb in the real world today, but I also don’t think he’d go months (or even a day really) without even thinking about it, with zero changes to anything whatsoever.

I think it’s really important that the technology in Star Wars is shown to be helping and healing people, rather than just blowing things up. I LOVE that people have taken that ideal version of a prosthetic limb and made strides toward actually creating it in real life. But I also think that just ignoring the fact that Luke IS a character with a disability (however rendered-minor it is by said technology) does a huge disservice to the character and to diversity in pop culture in general.

So… long story short, I’d love to see more fics that did address this, even if it’s casually and in passing. While there are certainly situations in which the best choice is "it doesn’t matter in this scene," if anything I see Star Wars fics going too far in the other direction… not really considering this as a part of the character and the world?

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Moving In

Pairing: WZY x OC [Cui Meilin] Genre: slice of life Word Count: 1,045 Summary: “You’re trying to move in all on your own because no one you know has the time/cares well guess what stranger/new neighbor I care how can I help” cliche APT AUs.

Warning: none (one or two curse words, lol)

My fourth request, but once again out of order! So I may do one for CXK, not for sure though, but I chose WZY for this one. I wrote with him instead just because my masterlist needs more names added and I honestly imagined him first when this scene came to mind. XD Anyways, hope you like it anon and sorry for taking so long to get around to it, but I finally got inspiration and motivation to write and so made sure to put it to good use so that it wouldn’t disappear. ^^ Thanks for requesting and happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"I. Fuckin'. Hate. Stairs." Meilin complained for the third time while climbing the same set of stairs along with carrying a large basket of her clothes to her new shared apartment with her sister on the second floor. "And of course, Mengjie had to bail on me at the last second because of work. Ugh. Fuck my life."

Once she reached her floor, Meilin made her way to 907, clumsily opened the door, and entered the apartment to set the basket inside the two bedroom apartment. "I knew I should have done this earlier in the week than procrastinate until now when Mengjie actually had it off."

Meilin ran a hand through her hair before back-tracking out the door once more to bring up the rest of their things. Believing she could shave off how many times she could go to and fro from car to apartment, Meilin decided to take as many things as she could. She had secure a backpack upon her back, a tote bag hanging on each side of her arms while lifting two medium-sized boxes, and even managing to carrying some grocery bags in hand.

Meilin soon regretted thinking that she could carry all of that when she finally realized that there were stairs to climb once again to her apartment floor when she reached that point. Letting out a determined sigh since she was already here, Meilin forged on with slow, but steady steps. Of course that somehow backfired on her not to her own fault as when she took her second step while balancing herself, Meilin wasn't aware that one of the doors of the same floor had opened and a white dog had ran on out.

"Dahua!" Ziyi called out to the dog as it had ran down the stairs and brushed up against Meilin's leg.

Meilin had leaned to her right to rest against the railing while the dog swiftly brush past her.

"Tinbao! July!" Ziyi called out again, but to two different cats that swiftly maneuvered down the steps and in-between Meilin's legs to which caused Meilin to lose more of her balance as she tried to side-step out of the felines' way and she went stumbling backwards and crashing to the ground.

Ziyi rushed down the steps to help Meilin as she let out a groan while pushing everything off of her.

"I am so sorry." Ziyi apologized as he hovered above Meilin. "Are you okay? Did you hit your head? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Meilin eyed the stranger as she tried to make out how many fingers he was holding. "Three."

"Okay, correct. Let me help you up."

Meilin took his offered hands and felt herself being pulled to her feet instantly while feeling a little lightheaded because of it causing her to wobbled for a bit as Ziyi hands helped steadied her.

"My bad."

"It's fine."

Meilin looked at her belongings and let out a sigh as she squatted down to gathered her things once again with Ziyi copying her movements.

"Moving in?" Ziyi asked while stacking the two boxes.

"Yeah." Meilin answered as she set the grocery bags on top of the boxes while taking the two tote bags into her hands and faced the male. "Shouldn't you be worried about your pets?"

"They're not mine. I'm pet-sitting for a few friends, well my roommate, Zhengting was supposed to pet-sit. I just ended up sitting for today. They're fine. They'll be back." Ziyi smiled while easily lifting the boxes within his grasp. "I'll take care of these for you in the mean time."

"Ah, wait. You don't have to." Meilin tried to declined his offered while trying to take back the items, but Ziyi maneuvered them out of her way. "You’re trying to move in all on your own because no one you know has the time, well guess what new neighbor I care. How can I help?"

Meilin cast him a weird look. "How do you know I'm trying to move in on my own and that I'm a new neighbor?"

"No sane person would carry that much stuff without trying to lessen the load or something and you're an unfamiliar face. Plus, I heard from Zhengting that there were two new neighbors moving in across the hall. Hi." Ziyi reasoned as Meilin scoffed trying to keep a straight face. "Well, it wouldn't have been a problem if y'know, if the pets were being watched carefully and didn't run past and what not."

"I did apologize about them. So, once again, if you've forgotten, I'm sorry." Ziyi smiled sheepishly while apologizing once more as Meilin smirked. "I know, but okay. Apologies accepted. Thank you..." She looked at him expectantly as she didn't catch his name.

"I'm Ziyi. Wang Ziyi. Apartment nine-oh-nine." Ziyi answered with another charming smile that Meilin was beginning to warm up to her new neighbor and cast him a friendly smile in return. "Hi, Ziyi. I'm Cui Meilin. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you, too, Meilin. Now," He began as he shifted the boxes around to grip them better, "Apartment nine-oh-seven, right?"

"Oh, right. Yes. I'm sorry." She apologized as she rushed up the stairs with Ziyi in tow and the duo placed the items onto the floor.

"Do you wanna grab something to eat or drink right now?" Meilin suddenly asked already tired of moving in and just wanted to take a break from it all.

"Don't you wanna finish moving in all of your stuff?" Ziyi asked curiously while looking around the apartment. "And probably get settled in?"

"Nah," Meilin dismissed as she grabbed her bag and headed out of the apartment with Ziyi in tow, "I'll have my sister help me with that later when she gets off of work in several hours." Meilin then cast him a knowingly look. "Besides, shouldn't we look for your pets since I don't think I saw any of them come back by now."

"Nah," Ziyi dismissed with a laugh, "I'll let my roommate take care of that as he was the one that volunteered to pet-sit." He then cast Meilin a smile. "There's this cafe just down the block and they serve some delicious bubble tea along with light snacks."

"Sounds perfect!"

[cielizzydefencesquad]

GreyLizzie? And SebLizzie 😈?

GreyLizzy can be found here :) 

Who is more likely to catch a cold? Neither XD during one mission where Lizzy accompanied himself and Ciel, Sebastian worried she would catch a chill when he saw her dressed in nothing but trousers and a thin blouse (more room to maneuver in). As a result, when they returned home, Sebastian was the “secret visitor” who kept climbing through Lizzy’s window bringing tomato fennel soup (“my lady needs something to warm her up—or would you prefer to hold onto me instead?”), hibiscus tea (“I’ve read it suppresses the flu and the color reminded me of your flushed cheeks in winter”), and soft banana bread (“though you hide it well I am well aware of your sweet tooth, my lady.”) 

Who hogs the blankets? Lizzy. She buries herself in blankets when she sleep and while Sebastian thought it was quite endearing at first he became rather annoyed that she would rather hold onto cloth than himself. (Though he’ll deny it to the ninth circle of hell.) To compensate, he stripped the bed of all covering except one comforter and when Lizzy mentioned she was cold, Sebastian conveniently appeared with a smirk on his lips going, “Ah, but I, on the other hand, do burn hotter than the rest. Perhaps if I laid down beside you, you wouldn’t be so cold?”

Who kills all the flowers? To keep up with his perfect butler aesthetic, Sebastian has to preserve all flowers but in reality, he cares very little for the insignificant little plants. (Ex: during one mission to Strawberry Hill Gothic Sebastian cheerfully trampled over a bed of roses without a second thought.) Yet strangely enough, he’s begun to hold a strange affection for the pink carnation—it’s a flower as simple as the rest but when the Lady Elizabeth mentioned it was her favorite flower, well. He simply couldn’t bring himself to discard it so easily. 

Who eats all the candy before Halloween? Surprisingly…Lizzy! While everyone knows of Ciel and Charles Grey’s fondness for sweets (and food in general in Grey’s case), Lizzy’s actually a consummate snacker. She loves tasteful, well-prepared food and when it comes to Sebastian, everything is homemade—including the Halloween candy. So whenever Lizzy comes over to Phantomhive Manor during the October month she heads straight for the kitchens and Sebastian’s handcrafted confections. (“Really my lady, you’re sweet enough already.” He murmured, lips coming to press a silencing kiss on Lizzy’s rose bloom mouth.) 

Who takes the longest showers? Lizzy. And Sebastian has absolutely no problem with it. In fact, he’s a very, very attentive butler—preparing her bath oils and shampoo, lighting incense and candles. After all, he is one hell of a butler and must perform his due diligence. “In fact, my lady, would you prefer I stay here? I could provide any service you wish, after all.”

Who goes to bed at 5am but wakes up at 8am? Neither. Sebastian’s awake 24/7 and Lizzy (being the healthy child she is) goes to bed at 10 PM and wakes up 7 AM sharp each and every day.

Who makes sure the other has a healthy breakfast? Sebastian. “Unlike my young master, you need far more nutrients than he,” Sebastian chided gently, “from what I gather the marchioness has put you on a most strenuous training regime and a simple meal of eggs and toast will not do.”

What pets do they have? An ultra fluffy white Cymric cat named Gretchen Margaret. (And yes, Sebastian named it after the love interest of Heinrich Faust XD) 

Wedding

Who proposes? Sebastian. After the end of his and Ciel’s contract, Sebastian elects to stay on the human plane for “a little while longer.” In fact, he’s become utterly intoxicated with the purity of Lady Elizabeth’s soul. (She shines, the demon notes with a hint of feral glee in his carnelian eyes, with the same passion and light as that other great heroine—my, my Lady Joan of Arc, the butler mused, have you been reborn?) —> But because Sebastian’s also one hell of a possessive demon, he decides to “brand” Lady Elizabeth with a new type of contract: marriage. He goes over the top of course: whisking Lizzy away to China’s imperial city and proposing to her under a full silvery moon while plum blossoms and freesias scent the cool night air.

Who actually enjoyed the planning? Honestly it was hard to tell but Sebastian’s “mild interest” soon gave way to full blown Bridezilla tendencies, micromanaging every last tiny little detail until the actual wedding planner quit (“You want this job so bad? Well you can have it!”) and Sebastian cheerfully took charge.

Would their wedding be small or grand? Despite Sebastian’s “humble” status, the wedding is a full blown outdoor extravaganza held at Midford Castle. Noble guests from around the globe just magically appeared (“I’ve known many people in my lifetime, marchioness,” Sebastian smiled at Frances’s inquiry, “and it appears they’ve remembered me better than I’ve remembered them.”) and as a “surprise” wedding gift, her majesty named Sebastian the new Earl Phantomhive. Now wasn’t that convenient?

Which guest was happiest to see them get married? Sieglinde. She thinks this is possibly the hottest thing ever and is already planning the various ways she might convince Lizzy to agree to a ménage à trois. 

Children

How many children would they have? Sebastian’s never met a half-human, half-demon hybrid before but is quite interested in investigating the matter. And because he’s such a contentious scientist of the new and strange, he insists that he and Lizzy have multiple offspring so that he can better examine and observe them. (Large sample sizes and repetition do make for better results, hm?) As a result, they end up with 4 kids. 

Would they adopt or have them naturally? Naturally.

Who is the strictest parent? Sebastian. He is mindful, tentative, a tad (a lot) overbearing, and actually extremely protective of his children which he finds odd. He has no plans of consuming their souls, they don’t have the bright, shining light of purity as Elizabeth does. They’re simply children. Their children. And he’s rather…fond of them. Wants to see them succeed and do well. To live. To thrive.

Are their children in homeschool or public school? Privately educated by one Sebastian Michaelis. Later sent to Weston where there’s an even divide of Midford-Michaelis kids between Blue and Green House.

Who is the favorite parent? The children feel an indescribable and almost supernatural bond with their father but adore/feel more comfortable around their mother.

Who checks on the kids in the middle of the night? Sebastian. He never sleeps and—while this is something he will never, ever admit—used to sing lullabies to the kids when they were young to keep the nightmares at bay. Because, despite being a demon who delights in seeing the suffering of others, he simply can’t bear to see his own children harmed or unhappy.

Who decorated the nursery? Elizabeth—with Sebastian’s help. His original idea had been rather grim to put it mildly. (Ebony floorboards, obsidian walls, ruby chandeliers, and a cradle made of African black wood.) So they compromised and went for a traditional nursery: pale lavender silk walls, looming windows covered by satin drapes, a monstrous baby crib that could fit three people, furniture made of pearl colored satinwood, white carpeting, and a crystal chandelier imported from France. (Sebastian may or may not have “borrowed” it from the Château de Saint-Cloud, former residence of Philippe I, brother to Louis XIV.) 

[chenria]

Romance asks *cough* for Calliope *coughcough* all, maybe? ^.^

All… ALL??… okay… let’s try…XD

But this goes under a cut because it got quite long ;)

1. What drew your character to their LI and vice versa?

They met in a bar and had a one-night-stand. Neither of them was proud of it… but when they met again by chance it was super awkward… their mutual friend Nivalis (character of @lonyn) said they should figure this out… so they met for lunch and talked and they clicked. They just liked each other’s company… Cal liked Gladio’s sense of humor and Gladio enjoyed Cal’s wit. Lunch dates turned to dinner dates and some more after a while. 

2. What was the first moment that they knew they were in love with their LI?

That was when both thought the other was in grave danger. When Insomnia was attacked and Cal raced through half of the town to make sure Iris was fine (and helped them escape Insomnia). And Gladio knew when he felt the overwhelming relief after hearing that Iris was safe and that Cal had come to help them. 

3. When they are having a fight, what is it about and how do they deal with it?

Mostly stupid things. In the beginning both can’t really deal with their feelings for each other. Since they can’t really “go away” at some point they deal with it by sulking and sitting next to each other until one of them caves in and apologizes and they start talking again about why they started shouting at each other earlier. 

4. Their favorite physical feature on each other?

Okay… my two dorks being superficial? Cal adores his tattoo … and his broad frame. And I see Gladio really liking her hair and the back tattoo she got to compliment his.

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Gladio makes her hot cocoa or pours her a glass of wine. Cal offers a cup of ice-cream and a camping-trip weekend (and Cal hates camping, but to see Gladio happy she endures it every now and then). 

6. Who is the big spoon?

Gladio ;)

7. Favorite date activity?

Open-Air cinema night. It means being outdoors (which Gladio loves) and watching a movie (which Cal adores). And they eat popcorn and nachos and cuddle :3

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

Cal will never forget the first time she saw Gladio train shirtless (the tattoo). Call her superficial, but she likes looking at him. Gladio was so proud of his girl when she got her badge and entered active police duty and how happy and confident she looked in her new uniform. 

9. How open are they with their feelings?

Once they accept that they are madly in love with each other… it gets better and they are pretty open about their feelings for each other. 

10. Do they have pet names for each other?

Both use “Babe” as pet name. It started because Gladio called her “Babe”.

Cal: Don’t “Babe” me, Babe!

And it stuck ;)

11. Do they have any inside jokes?

Oh, a few and they all would need a mature tag if I wanted to explain them :P 

12. Do they have similar goals? If they clash, how do they deal?

Both have the goal to serve the king… Gladio wants to be worthy of his position and Cal wants to be a great cop… it mostly doesn’t clash. Both understand that sometimes their jobs need time and attention, too. 

13. How do they react at being away from each other?

They are both adults. They can deal with separation. Then they text each other often and at night they phone - for quite some time if possible. They miss each other and whoever was away makes sure they celebrate it properly when they are reunited again. 

14. Is there anything they associate with each other?

Calliope associates anything “eagle” with Gladio. And when Gladio sees anything that has to do with the Insomnia Police he thinks of Cal... that sort of association? 

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

For Cal quite a lot. She doesn’t think she is anything special or strong enough to be worthy of Gladio. He would argue that any day. And Gladio would doubt he manages to offer her enough attention aside his duties but Cal never feels neglected. 

16. Jealous at all?

A little, they can’t deny it. Cal works with lots of men in (pretty) uniforms. Gladio eyes them suspiciously quite a lot. And Cal sometimes worries when Gladio accompanies Noct to formal occasions where there are pretty ladies. What if one of them is more appealing?

But at the end of the day they are faithful and trust each other. 

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

They say it openly and quite often. Cal and Gladio also like to hold hands. On a more intimate level they both are well aware that the other loves them and that it is very much mutual ;)

18. Is their any way they disappoint each other?

Neither Cal nor Gladio can cook... but they try and are both disappointed at themselves when it’s not working out again and they have to either get take out or invite themselves over to Ignis and Niva again. 

19. Describe how they communicate.

They actually talk to each other. And they text when they are at work, or sneak in phone calls during lunch breaks. 

20. Did either person change at all, to be with their partner?

No... they are pretty much the same people. That’s why they get along so well. They accept the other for who they are. Gladio calmed down a little with Cal, and Cal got a little more confident with the help of Gladio... but nobody changed to be with the other. 

For the creator

21. Personally, do you think they are a good couple?

Mostly... yes. They are sometimes ying-yang and bicker ... but at the end of the day they are a great team and make each other happy. Neither is taking advantage of the other, they are people with a life without the other - though they have more fun being together than being apart. 

22. From the outside looking in, what is their dynamic like?

The bickering couple where neither is admitting that they are adorably cute around each other. 

23. Did you tailor your OC for the other in the romance?

Not really... Cal developed in chats with @lonyn and started to shape up... she was not tailored to be with Gladio... it happened that they worked out in my headcanon... 

24. Is their any moment that happens between them that you know happens and just makes you melt?

They were broken up when Insomnia fell. Even though Cal did everything to take Iris, Talcott and Jared out of the city. It was her duty. She owed Gladio when she promised she would keep an eye on Iris while he was gone. When they met again in Lestallum and Gladio met Iris she told him all about their escape. It was later that day that he met Cal who had been out in town running errands and trying to get information. And when he saw her Gladio just walked up to Cal and kissed her. ♥

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship.

They have their separate places for quite some time, even though Cal mostly spends her nights at Gladio’s place at a later point. His place is bigger and closer to her work, too. In the mornings Gladio gets up first to go on his morning run. Cal can’t be persuaded and besides it’s Gladio’s personal thing to go running. So when he gets back and showers Cal mostly gets up and prepares breakfast - or joins him in the shower for some early morning fun before work claims them again for the day ;)

26. How important is the romance in your OC’s overall story?

Fact aside that 98% of it only exists in my head ... it’s romance 50/50 mixed with detective stories... 

27. What makes you excited about their relationship?

They are equals. Neither of them is a minor character without the other. They don’t need the other to function, as I said before. They manage to surprise each other and care for each other as well as still challenge each other occasionally. 

28. Is their any similarities to your OC and LI’s relationship to one you have had IRL?

I am a very happy single woman with hardly any experience in relationships... so no, this is just me hoping to give the characters some interesting lives. 

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

The Fluff. For example Gladio always makes her hot cocoa after long and exhausting days in her job (as police detective) and then they cuddle up on the sofa and watch some silly TV shows. Or Cal gives Gladio a back massage when he is all tense. Or when they cuddle on the sofa - Gladio is reading and Cal is playing on her tablet and both just calmly and quietly enjoy to be with each other.

30. How does their love change as they get older?

It grows. They realize that they found the missing piece in their lives. They happily return to each other at the end of a tough day at work or a risky mission. 

31. Share anything you would like about the couple!

In the canon ending of FFXV Calliope dies before the final stand. She and Gladio don’t last through the 10 years because Gladio withdraws, thinking he failed his duty to protect his king. How could he protect someone else? So they grew apart and broke up. When the team gathers back for the final fight against Ardyn Cal joins them as well. She dies protecting Gladio from an Ariadne-daemon. 

(This is not happening in the alternate-verse after Episode Ignis...) 

[undergrounddweller89]

So here’s where my Pennywise Monsters Inc Au Started  with an anonymous ask I sent to @slutforpennywise and then here’s where my rambling continuation of it continued with 

@tinseltownwhore

(Also tidied it up a bit as it was almost like the ramblings of a mad person which lol I guess I am)

 I  thought about how the kids would be older and be Penny's care team make sure he's prepped and ready to go.

The floor would also offer comfort and warmth to the humans emotionally, the powers usually stronger to if there’s some actual feeling there.

It wouldn't just be using the humans, some of the monsters would  yeah, but they usually have to be Monsters who can be just as affectionate as any partner.

Penny would never forget special dates because he would make sure the Team knew them and he could always go over the lists to make sure he learned each. One well,  so honestly you’d never have  to worry about him forgetting your birthday and such <3

Georgie is a a cute monster used on the comedy floor (I originally wrote scare monster but come on he’s too adorable right!) So he’s a comedy monster in training and Pennywise totally looks out for him and gives him comedy  tips.

There’s probably a monster he's seeing on the same floor but they're obviously in a  very open relationship and the monster is bigger than him by nature and picks Penny up by his face in their hands and is like 

“Who's my wittle clown monster!”

Those full lips all puckered up feet off the floor and kiss him

XD

Me:(sorry sometimes when I'm given permission to talk.... I will ramble ^^;)

tinseltownwhore

(A monster bigger than Penny oh lord)

undergrounddweller89

(Well

He'd he human sized

And Sulley himself is certainly bigger than humans)

tinseltownwhore

(True

It sounds like a really cool AU!) *points at TTW * X3 thank you so much

Richie no doubt  would make dirty jokes.

Penny would give him a look and then smile a little and shake his head, thinking that’s Richie for you.

Pennywise would always have a spare inhaler on him just in case Eddie forgot or ran out.

The clown Probably bro fists Beverly and high five when the day has gone perfectly well.

Bill is probably the only one aware that Pennywise has literally adopted them all!

XD

Stan is the one to make sure everything is running smoothly down to every last detail.

And they share a pet Turtle 🐢 >w>

He would celebrate Christmas, but also take the time to learn Stans religion, so he could follow it as best as possible and make sure that Stan was included and not feel secluded

Mikes the one who probably helps Stan make sure Penny's properly dressed ready and fed for each door like the groomers of the group I guess, Bill the one who leads them and anyone who insults them, and Penny’s like

“BITCH don't you talk to me or my eight children again!”

Cause of course while Georgie is on the comedy floor 

He's still one of them

(Squee Lil monster Georgie!)

THIS PART GOES OFF INTO MORE IN HOW THE MONSTER WORLD WOULD HELP PEOPLE

Undergrounddweller89:

Like that monsters inc pleasure floor, would not just be for that, the monster world is aware

Of how much pain the humans are in

And actually work to help them and bring them comfort.

People who desperately just need help, or a reminder that they are worth something

tinseltownwhore:

Yeah that is a really nice thought

undergrounddweller89:

And protect them ,Against abusive people, 

Help children against abusive grown ups

tinseltownwhore:

That’s really good

undergrounddweller89:

And some of the children actually get taken

Into the monster world

And raised

And they will be loved like one of their own babies

And they just end up living like the happiest lives

tinseltownwhore:

That’s literally the most comforting thing ever to me

Taking kids who were abused and putting them in good and loving homes

undergrounddweller89

Like the monsters who were able to take in  the human smol ones or teenagers who just needed a safe warm home

Would be so happy to have a child/ teenager always letting them know that no matter their age

They will always be their little baby

That they don't care if they're older, that to just just have them in their lives

They feel blessed.

Also Helping them through night terrors, help them if they have bed wetting issues

They never scream or get angry, they comfort and care and let them know it's alright

The kids who’ve been taken in can’t help but cry just. Holding onto these beings who are treating them more humanely than any Human ever has

And like they never have to fear what gender they like, cause the monsters are like what even is gay, we just see it as if we love a dude we love a dude or the other way around and so on!

Like those labels literally don't exist in their world

tinseltownwhore:

That’s amazing

undergrounddweller89:

Can you just imagine that, all those poor kids out there who were terrified of their parents, of people hating them

Because of that

Now safe in this world

Where it didn't matter one bit, that love was just seen as love

They could hold the same genders hand without having to fear being bullied without being called names or beaten up

But like imagine then you got taken into the monster world and then years later meet Pennywise, just at a place as simple as a coffee shop and you two just talk and talk and he's gotta go but you find he's left his number saying call me sometime and a weird shape you've come to learn as the monsters version of a love heart symbol!

And you can't help but blush

And man he'd be so cute on a date trying to make you laugh and just making you fall in love with him more

Because he's actually goofy ridiculously cute

And wears glasses.

Hid shoulders have freckles

As red as his lips <3

He’ll hold your hand kisses your knuckles

And naturally he has this way of making you feel like you're his entire reason just for breathing in the most beautiful romantic way, he remember stories you've told him, your quirks, learned about your autism (if you have it) what upsets you and you didn't even always have to tell him what set you off, he's so attentive to your every detail.

He actually learned a few things that make you smile, keep you calm, things that distract you in a way that makes you just laugh with the excitable and innocent way of a child.

On rainy nights you cuddle under blankets and he just holds you, kisses the top of your head

And he can tell the most wonderful make believe stories

tinseltownwhore:

Imagine showing Penny a cat, and the two just purr at each other

undergrounddweller89

X3

undergrounddweller89

As you hold  the cat and just keeps nuzzling it

he Almost gets jellies

When you've been petting it more

Than him

tinseltownwhore

He would

undergrounddweller89

Also imagine teaching him just how to slow dance

At first he's a little oooookay

tinseltownwhore

Hed step on your feet a lot

undergrounddweller89

But shortly you find he's relaxed and practically melted

Against you

undergrounddweller89

XD

Maybe at first he’d step on your feet

As he's learning

But he's so proud of himself when he manages to only end up doing it once.

Feel free to send me any further questions <3 IF you made it to the end :)

[casimania]

I finally put together the the questions and answers for our one and only vampire hunter Abner from the “Ask the cast” journals, almost 5 years after putting together the ones for Casimiro, Finas and Toni! With a few bonus questions for Paradox (and Worth and Conrad briefly appearing ). Enjoy!

"SO! Abner! Why are you so germaphobic? >.> You're going a little overboard, I think."

Abner: I do not think one chooses to be germaphobic and to what extremes.

"@Abner: So. Vampire hunter, eh?"

Abner: That's the rumor.

"Abner: So what's the truth?"

Abner: The same as the rumor.

"Abner's ferret: Arenchoo cuuute."

Para: Dook!!

"Worth: You and Abner in a fight. Could you take him? Abner: Same question."

Worth: COMPLETELY. Totally. Mysophobic dick.

Abner: ...yes.

"For got to Ask to Abner: Since Shot guns, face masks, and tall lanky men are my favorite combination, what can make you even more awesome then you all ready are XD"

Abner: Ah, thank you...

"Abner, what's the name of your ferret companion?"

Abner: Paradox. I call him Para...

"Abner: How long have you had that ferret? Does it help you out with your paranormal-entity-elimination in any way?"

Abner: A while. He can be a bit handy, he sneaks into tight places quite well.

"Abner: Were you trying to go for the cyberpunk look, or did it just sort of happen with the mixture of gear you wear?"

Abner: More of an accident.

"Para: WHOOOOSAGUUDBOOOIIII. Want a treat? Do ya? DO YA? <3"

Para: Doookdookdook!

"Mr. Abner: Srsly, can't you just pick on Cas and Finas? Poor Connie gets his ass kicked all the time. Don't you think he could at least have one day off?"

Abner: I might be doing him a favor.

"To Abner: Do you always wear goggles and a doctor's mask? Oh and why do you wear them anyways?"

Abner: I don't like fluids getting near my eyes our my mouth or really touching me in any way. I wear them as long as I am out.

And Abner, you seem to have one of my ferrets. I don't actually want that one back, but would you like the other ferret too? They cause four times as much trouble when you have two of them. I swear the other one is much cuter than the one you have there.

Abner: My ferret is just perfect for me.

"To Abner: What got you into the business of vampire hunting? Also, good choice in having a ferret. But was there a reason you chose a ferret as a companion?"

Abner: It is complicated, but thank you. Para is a very good ferret, though it happened more by chance than me picking him.

"For everyone: if you could have one wish granted, what would it be? No wishing for more wishes, and that "I want world peace" schlock won't get you any points here."

Abner: 😐

"Abner: Are you related to Hanna in any way?"

Abner: I sure hope not.

"Abner: I know you hunt vampires, but what about ... zombies? And werewolves? Are those fair game?Also, m-may I pet your ferret 8[;;"

Abner: I specialize in vampires, I try not to bite off more than I can chew. There are many and hard to deal with. You may, of course.

Para: <33!!

"@ Abner What's your furry buddy's name? You must like the fella a lot to like it a lot to let it climb all over you... Did you have to disinfect him/her?"

Abner: His name is Paradox. I bathe him regularly though he is safe so he does not gross me out.

"@ Abner What's your furry buddy's name? You must like the fella a lot to like it a lot to let it climb all over you... Did you have to disinfect him/her?"

Abner: It is a tad complicated but just trust me the ferret is not contaminated like strangers.

"Abner: If you're a mysophobe, then what's with the ferret/weasel you have with you?"

Abner: It is a tad complicated but just trust me the ferret is not contaminated like strangers.

"Abner: ... You get a flu shot like, every two weeks... don't you?"

Abner: That would be silly.

"@Abner: Does your... ferret (I believe. shoot me for my horrible lack of knowledge on animals. -sob- ) have a name? Or superpowers? Because superpowers would be a nice addition."

Abner: Paradox is very intelligent, but no ... superpowers.

"Abner: How often do you have to clean your equipment dude? Do you like, carry disinfectant wipes to clean them off at every possible chance or what? All those germs building up on the outside of them everywhere you go...and then do you sleep with them on? ...oh sorry that's more than one question."

Abner: I clean my equipment very frequently, I keep proper tools around. When I sleep I try to pick someplace not contaminated then I may take off the mask...

"Abner: What did you want to be as a kid before you wanted/became a vampire hunter? What did you do before hunting the oogie-boogies?"

Abner: I wanted to be an engineer. I was an engineer.

"Abner: Funky outfit bro, real funky. Where'd you get it?"

Abner: Ah, thanks. I accumulated it?

”Abner: what was the inspiration for becoming a vampier hunter?”

Abner: There's not a lot of them out there.

"Abner: I'm going to sneeze on you now"

Abner: Please don't.  "

Heya, Abner- I'm a bit of a mysophobe too! Got any tips either get rid of some of those quirky tendencies or should I just harness them and use them to my advantage?"

Abner: Probably the latter.

"Abner: did your mother often told you to wash your hand? And how's your mother, btw? (I hope I'm not poking at a delicate subject...)"

Abner: She is quite fine. She did insist I wash hands quite often.

"Abner: Why not just invest in a ski mask ? :0 Or a nice, big motorcycle helmet. Granted, peripheral vision would be a bitch. But it seems to me like blood and other bodily fluids would still splatter on yer face; there's just that bit of skin exposed between your mask and goggles, yanno. And then, there's your hair to think about ... :'D"

Abner: Yes, that happens, but helmets and things tend to trap...my own sweat.

"Abner: WHAT IS YOUR FERRET'S NAME, IS IT A BOY OR A GIRL, AND DO YOU LOVE IT. I MUST KNOW THIS. *is leaning uncomfortably close to Abner's face as she says this and giving him a semi-creepy stare*"

Abner: ...Paradox. Boy. I do. /puts hand on face and pushes away

"Abner: *is shoved* IF YOU SHOVE MY FACE IMMA BITE YOUR FINGERS OMNOMNOM! *does so*"

Abner: Mn, you're a bit feral, aren't you?

Abner: I'm guessing you're not much into relationships?"

Abner: Not so much.

@Abner: Please either leave Conrad alone or make him into a braver man. Don't "kill" him, please!"

Abner: I'm not sure the latter is possible.

"Abner: You have a shotgun, goggles, a mask & what appears to be a ferret. Are you aware that you're quite possibly the coolest character EVERRRRRR?"

Abner: Ah, am I?

"and to Abner: So you neutralize vampires, eh? How do you feel about werewolves, selkies, ...zombies?Also, if someone coughed on your face, would you wussy out?"

Abner: No I don't wussy out I would shoot them. Werewolves, selkies and zombies are fine.

"Abner: You look like you have one of the BADDEST ASSES I've ever seen. How are you so awesome and how can I be more like you?"

Abner: Thank you. I'm not sure I'm that badass and I wouldn't recommend following my foodsteps either. It's not the brightest path.

"To Abner: have you always been a mysophobe? What other phobias do you have? Hmmm? Oh, and your ferret is pretty badass too."

Abner: Thank you, Para is wonderful. I have always had ... these issues yet.

"Abner, are you sure calling your ferret 'Para' has nothing to do with your no-longer-secret obsession with the parapara dance craze?"

Abner: I am pretty sure I have never parapara danced.

"And Abner, you germaphobic nutter, do you ever eat at restaurants? 'Cause you never know what goes on in those kitchens if you can't see them, right? What if the chefs aren't washing their hands? What if the floor is dirty? What if there's an angry employee spitting in all the food?! YOU DON'T KNOW."

Abner: I don't. I cook for myself.

"Does your ferret friend, Mr. Paradox, is it? Well, does he steal things like my ferret does? Because we just found her stash recently and uh... I'm curious if you've ever dealt with this issue as well."

Abner: He does gather things, yes.

"Abner; Is that a black-masked Ferret I spy on your shoulder?"

Abner: It is.

"To Abner: Aren't you worried at all that because of your over-protection from germs that you're actually doing yourself harm in the long-run, since your immunity must be weaker than average person due to the lack of a chance to develop?"

Abner: I believe that would be my problem and I will take care of it should it arise.

"Abner: You are aware that ermines and the like carry a number of diseases, right?"

Abner: Yes. I am aware. It's complicated. 

"Oiiiiiii Abner! 'Sup, man?Say, that's a MIGHTY fine rifle you've got there, mind if I give it a go?"

Abner: Thank you, but I don't really like other people touching it. "

”Abner, what caused your germophobia? And what would you do if you got stuck in a dumpster full of nasty, nasty stuff?"

Abner: I would be very very unhappy.

"Abner: *pokes*"

Abner: 8T

"Abner: How and why did you choose Paradox as a companion?"

Abner: I suppose it is easiest to say that it just happened and not a lot of choosing went on. He is very smart though and beats people when it comes to company.

"Abner: Would you ever touch Mrs. Blaney?"

Abner: I would never touch a lot of people. But Mrs Blaney is on that list as well, if you need clarification.

"Abner: How do you pay rent? Is there like a vampire extermination company?"

Abner: .....yes.

"Abner - What is your favorite brand of hand-soap?"

Abner: I am not sure there needs to be a favorite.

"Abner: how many guns do you have and what kinds? Which one is your favorite?"

Abner: Several. I'm partial to my shotgun, but have handguns ready should I need them.

"Abner: Do you have an aversion to yogurt, what with all the bacteria it contains?"

Abner: Are you mocking me?

"Abner: I'd like your honest opinion on a "gentleman" of Doc Worth's stature and personality and general lack of hygiene-- please?"

Abner: He's disgusting and if he were a vampire I'd happily relieve the world of his presence.

Worth: Bring it.

"Conrad- What sort of eyesight problem do you have? Abner- Can you help get rid of the cockroaches in my apartment?"

Conrad: Nearsighted. And I wouldn't ask Abner, he'd probably just try to shoot buckshots into the cockroaches.

Abner: /eyes Conrad warily/

Conrad: Don't shoot me too....

"Abner: Do you speak more than one language? I'd imagine that might be useful in your profession."

Abner: I do enjoy linguistics.

"Abner: Were you ever made fun of or called crazy for your obsessive compulsiveness or your mysophobia? I for one hate it when that happens; we aren't crazy, just careful..."

Abner: I agree, though I confess that I am a bit crazy but for other reasons. I won't deny it.

"Abner: *surprise hug*"

Abner: 8|

"Abner, can I play with ParaPara? Pretty please? <3"

Abner: Just be careful.

"Abner: Aren't you freaked out by public transit?"

Abner: It is uncomfortable.

"Abner: How exactly do you define a person as being "safe" or "unsafe"?"

Abner: It's difficult to explain.

"Abner: c-can I please pet Para?"

Abner: Of course. Just wash your hands first.

"Abner: DO YOU KNOW YOU LOOK LIKE PROFESSOR MEMBRANE? /shot"

Abner: ...who.

"Abner - What is your favored method of killing vampires, and how does your hatred for touching bodily fluids influence that?"

Abner: I like to kill them in various ways. I try to see each target as an experiment in the medium. Finding a method of death suited to them is also quite entertaining. Guns are a favorite tool, and generally fluids aren't a problem due to the layers I wear.

"Abner: Are you your own boss, or do you work for someone?"

Abner: My own boss.

"To Abner: Would I be considered Safe or Unsafe? How exactly do you decide what's safe or unsafe?"

Abner: Unsafe. I do not know you.

"Abner: Tell me more about Paradox. Because I've heard ferrets are incredibly dirty and nasty. But now, I like them more because I hear they're cute. How do you find time to keep him clean while vampire hunting?"

Abner: Hunting is on my own time, so there is plenty of time to keep Paradox clean.

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CONTINUATION MAGIC FAMILY AU

Hello !, I have come to bring you a second part of the familiar AU that I presented several weeks ago! I am very glad that you have liked them and I thank all those who waited for him. Many thanks to MarcoAceSabo for helping me again and posting it. If anyone wants to write something about this it is free to do so! I just want to be tagged or warned me by message so I can read it too! XD

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Ace glared angrily at his new masters through his silver eyes.

He hated those guys.

They had simply snatched away his freedom and separated him from his prized baby brother to satisfy their selfish desires. Speaking of Luffy, he had to return to his side soon, for the boy must have recovered from the fever by now but needed to take care of.

God knows that if someone is lucky enough to survive eating a devil’s fruit, they can’t do such a thing twice, even by accident.

And Luffy is very prone to accidents.

“Is something wrong Kitten?” You look worried” Sabo says quietly, examining him with those dark blue eyes.

“Don’t call me that!  I have a name, I’m not some pet or a whore! “Ace screams, hissing as he lets his teeth take on the form of fangs to emphasize his point.

“Name?” Marco says interested, sitting on one of the expensive looking furniture “Has he been given a name too?”

“I’m Ace” he responds sharply and becomes a large black dog, as an affirmation that he does not want to talk to them.

They both launch forward without fear and Ace shrinks unwillingly when they touch him.

“Well Ace. We would appreciate some of your collaboration, you are a magnificent creature after all, "Marco says as he examines his body.” We are immensely happy to have found you.”

Ace does not respond, instead, he was trying to control his tremors, as they run their magic covered fingers through his fur.

He had not seen such strength since Rouge.

She found him many years ago, wandering through the damn forests, as a wild, wild change, and over the years she had tamed him to the point where Ace offered to make a contract with her and be her servant.

She looked after him with affection and care, almost like a son, and then gave him the greatest gift he would ever be able to afford. She gave him a part of her human soul, just enough so that he could achieve self-consciousness and humanity.

She had been killed by a mighty curse and Ace had taken over her orphaned son (Luffy) promising to take care of him until he became strong enough to defend himself.

Ace refuses to eat for several days, and his fur (because he still refuses to take his human form in front of them for too long) looks faded and somewhat thin. A plate with a huge fresh fish appears before him, and although it looks delicious he refuses to take a bite.

He grunts again when his gaze collides with the cat toys around him. A scratch pool, a chase bug wand,  along with a wool ball. He remembers how much he spat and scratched those silly wizards when they were given to him.

… he really likes playing with those things (Luffy played with him, all the time) but he will not do it in front of his enemies.

Sabo sits down in front of him with concern, trying to caress the plush black cat’s, but he receives a hiss and an attempt to claw.

“Ace? You have to eat, kitten. We do not want you to get sick … do not you like fish?” he says, putting a dish with a delicious chop rib and the familiar feels his mouth water “eat a little, please …”

Ace is confused by the sincere concern emanating from the statement of the youngest magician. He needs to see Luffy, take care of him, not be in this mansion following the whims of these idiots.

He hesitantly approaches the plate with the fish and tentatively bites the meat, melting by how fresh and delicious it is. He starts eating as if his life depends on it and Ace soon feels a hand that caresses his head a little.

There is a nice and sudden electrifying touch, and Ace is confused for a moment, before hissing at the wizard, scratching his fingers.

What had that been?

“ouch” the other complaints, pulling back his hand with a small wince but it’s nothing serious.

“Sabo? Are you okay dear?”

“It’s nothing Marco, just a little scratch, it was my fault for touching him so suddenly.”

Ace simply escapes, too confused by the delicious shivers that ran down his spine.

The shapeshifter pressed between the bars of one of the windows of the house, making no sound. His little legs ran quickly to the exit of the mansion, and he had not even taken ones step on the stairs when he felt an annoying touch on his spine, right where the tattoos were, which slowed him down.

Soon a pair of hands took him by the back of his neck, raising him off the ground.

“And just where are you going?” Marco asks quietly, beginning to enter the house again.

Ace has refused to take his human form and although Sabo and Marco have insisted they wanted to see it again, he has refused with grunts, hisses and scratches.

The shapeshifter moved in his hand, escaping from his hold and returning to enter the house again.

He did not want to be around those people.

“Ace, could you come here, please? We have something to ask”

Even if he wanted to refuse, he found himself walking to meet them almost automatically.

When, after many caresses and pampering, they explained to him that he was being assigned a mission, he felt the inexplicable need to be useful to them. He couldn’t refuse them.

Maybe it was part of the contract? He didn’t know but he set out anyway.

The shapeshifter runs through the fields of the magician’s mansion that Sabo and Marco had asked him to spy on. Apparently, they had suspicions that the sorcerer living in those lands was a necromancer and if so, they had to stop him.

Necromancy was forbidden under extreme penalties.

Ace took the form of a black rat, aware that it was something common in the old castles and prayed inwardly that there would not be a cat prowling around the lair because it would ruin his disguise.

He walked through the most hidden holes, and managed to reach a huge room, full of square doors like cupboards.

“Kishishishishi …” A strange man laughed, and Ace hid behind a wall. “How are my kids today?” He asked as he stared at the doors, confusing Ace.

“ Absalom? I need you to help me with something.”

Strangely inconsistent steps crept to the living room and Ace was horrified when he saw a man mingled with a lion. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, obviously dead.

“The body of Hogback and Cindry will go first,” he said, and the walking corpse obeyed, opening the doors and pulling out two stretchers with immobile bodies that seemed to have been torn apart and reattached together.

The man hammers some nails into the bodies, beginning to pray in unknown languages and after several minutes the bodies moved, like winged puppets with invisible threads.

He didn’t  need any more evidence, Ace just had to go out and take the information home to … Marco and Sabo.

However, as soon as he had left his hiding place to sneak out to the outside of the castle, something took him by the tail and lifted it.

It was a sticky, black substance that looked identical to the sorcerer.

“puag, a rat! They eat my precious corpses” The man hisses angrily.

Realizing that the other was going to get rid of him, he immediately changed form.

And he fights.

Marco and Sabo were worried, a lot.

Their dear familiar had left for a simple mission to the house of Moria, wanting to verify the rumors about his necromancy.

With his changing power, he could easily pose as an unimportant animal and then return home to inform them of what he had found.

But it had been almost a week since he was supposed to return.

They could not go by themselves to the place of Moria as that would break the pact of non-aggression, which they had until failure to the meet laws were verified.

The door opened and they immediately ran to meet the magical creature.

“Ace!” They called horrified when they saw him.

He was in human form, bleeding from several wounds all over his body, his face was a mixture of red and purple and he held his left arm as if it were broken.

He fell at their feet as soon as he saw them.

Ace woke up in a comfortable bed, his back resting on a feather mattress and his wounds bandaged and healed. His body ached but it was bearable and he remembered all the events that had led him to be in the situation he was in.

The necromancer and taking the wrong way to leave his lair.

Little by little he also noticed the hands of the magicians who called themselves his masters, applying healing potions on his wounds with delicacy.

He tried to growl but there was only a pained animal moan. The wizards looked at him, expressions filled with concern, and sighed with relief when they saw him awake.

“Gods thank you … we are so happy”  Marco’s hand caressed Ace. “What happened over there, Ace?” Did Moria do this to you?”

Carefully they gave him some water to drink and after a few minutes of rest, he could tell what happened in the lair of the other magician.

“Shit we’re sorry Ace. It was just a mistake, you did an amazing job, kitty”  Marco smiled “ it’s Moria who must pay for everything he has done to you”.

“We’re happy to have Ace back,” Sabo replied, stroking behind his ears even though he was in his human form. “It was us who failed to protect you, which, of course, will never happen again.”

The eyes of both magicians darkened.

“Moria is going to pay dearly for having hurt our precious partner”

Ace felt a strange shudder at the words. Did they care about him? He had thought that they only saw him as a tool of utility and experimentation. But now, seeing their faces so worried and their care diligent … he may have begun to doubt a bit.

Only a little.