#dunno if i'd like her to have long hair or not. i can picture her wearing a wig that's slightly askew

[itsrainingfeathers]

aughhhhhh i wanna cosplay nikola orsinov so bad but i don't really know how i'd like her to look

[ihopeiexplode]

📱“Annoying much?” [← Previous | Next →]

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Y/N would get into the car with Sukuna following along as he sat in the driver's seat

"is it safe for you to be driving? What if we crash?"

"I know how to drive, unlike you"

"I can drive perfectly fine."

"sure acting as if you didn't almost run over someone,"

"..."

"exactly, keep your mouth shut or else I'm crashing this car into the damn sea"

—

After about a 30 minute drive both of them finally reached their destination, they'd get out of the car and into the cafe

As they lined up the barista immediately recognized y/n

"heyy welcome back! The usual— Ooo who's that? Your boyfriend?"

"NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. NO."

"HIM? NO. YUCKS EW GROSS NO."

After she finished yelling Sukuna would be looking at y/n absolutely dumbfounded..

After she finished ordering they would both take a seat at the corner of the cafe,

"was is necessary to yell? Could've just said no"

"very much necessary. Me personally? I wouldn't date you even if we were the last people on earth."

"hate me that much?"

"what do you think?"

What does he think?

Honestly? If he's being honest his pride crumbled slightly, what do you mean the person he likes doesn't want to be with him?

She'd just roll her eyes before speaking

"anyways, what are we supposed to do"

"do you really think I'd know?"

"no, your the reason we probably failed,"

"oh please, me? How is it my fault, you heard the professor, our collage was nothing but a bunch of pictures stuck together, and who was in charge of that? You. So you shouldn't be talking."

Before y/n could say anything else her food finally came and then suddenly she's all happy and joyful..

"and they call me the bipolar one.."

As y/n ate Sukuna would just stare, once she finished eating she would put the plate away and just stare back at him, as she was about to say something suddenly he moved his arm closer till his fingers were touching her face, then he'd wipe some crumbs off the corner of her lips

She was about to protest before they both looked at the window because they heard a bang coming from it, when they looked they saw both yuki and gojo staring at them with a shock face before they both ran away

Both of them just shrugged it off, before Sukuna and move his hand away y/n already did it for him by forcefully pushing it away

"anyway..what do we even do?"

"dunno talk?"

"about? It's not like we have anything in common"

"say something about your friends and I'll do the same"

"okay?.."

—

"I KNOW RIGHT? honestly how does geto tolerate gojo"

"gojos alright but sometimes he makes me want to rip my hair out"

"EXACTLY?? NOT TO MENTI—"

before y/n could finish her sentence suddenly one of the barista came up

"heyy guys so we're about to close so you gotta leave, come back tomorrow?"

"how long have we been here..?"

"exactly 4 hours..."

"oh alright, see you tomorrow then!"

The barista would wave the two off as they exited the cafe

Sukuna would turn to look at y/n and back at the car as he pulled out the keys from his pocket and went into the drivers seat while y/n went into the passengers seat

The drive back to there dorms were quiet, Too quiet.

That is until Sukuna broke the silence

"well that was fun wasn't it?"

"I guess"

"so where to tomorrow?"

"dunno,"

"what about the park?"

"yeah that works,"

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[⛩️] @: Likes & Reblogs R appreciated! ^^

A/N: here's the next part guys pls don't take away my rights to listen to music 💔💔

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[tequila-solar-storm]

Mild NS/FW

Hoping gor the NPC yapfest as long as it'll be about ajaw lore xD honestly I did quiet enjoy Cyno's story quest 2 so I won't complain if we get smth like that!! Also enjou being in Kinich's tribal chronicle felt like a deliberate choice?? I dunno they could have thrown him in an event but thay picked that specific quest. (Btw I forgot to say this but "Masochist on masochist communication" made me laugh xD enjou reappearing and interacting with kinich was such a nice highlight haha)

I did lose my 50/50s 5 times in a row so I'd understand Ajaw's pain lmaoo all this talking about their kiddos makes me want to draw them lol, if I ever do that may I send em your way??

Can't blame the people who enjoy danger!! And Kinich's pretty sleeping face might be worth some sacrifices........

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Previous Post (Ajaw and Kinich’s contract, Piercings)

Previous Post (Kinich/Ajaw children, Somnophilia)

Woke: Show someone you think they’re neat by giving them a cookie

Bespoke: Show someone you think they’re neat by opening a portal through their phone and bashing a cookie into their face

JOKES ASIDE response below the cut!

The Cyno SQ 2 had some flaws but otherwise it’s really solid!! A perfect 8/10!! With an extra point added because I love Sethos HAHA

It’ll be great if the NPC in question is our beloved masochist Enjou/Sanka! I can’t decide what I like more; Enjou yapping to the Traveller about Ajaw lore as they chase him around Natlan or Enjou and Ajaw bickering for 2 hours straight. Either way I’m playing it the moment it gets released!

OOF you lost 50/50 that many times?? That’s so rough 😭 Here’s to you getting your next 5 star with a 10 pull and no pity 😤😤!!!

Ajaw’s always delusional HAHA it’ll take a lot to wake him up from it! And Kinich family!! They definitely deserve all the happiness and Mora!! I’d LOVE to see your take on the Ajaw/Kinich kids if you do draw them!! You can either post it on your own blog and send me the link, or send it through asks if you want to remain anonymous!!

Now I’m trying to picture them as well. They’re obviously going to have Kinich’s beautiful eyes, his eyelashes too, and of course, melanin. I don’t have a strong mental image of human Ajaw for now, so maybe green hair? An awesome pair of sunglasses? Yellow clothes?

Talking about kids, imagine Kachina getting her piercing as a birthday gift! Like when she turns older Mualani goes ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIME TO GET PIERCED’ and Kachina’s super excited because she’s been waiting for it!!

Regarding the tongue piercing, it’ll catch SO many people off guard. The first time kissing him is like WOOP! METAL! Or if they skipped the foreplay and he’s giving them head their dick will suddenly be graced by this cold thing HAHA

Kinich’s so pretty of course risking one’s dick to play with him when he’s asleep is worth it! Just make sure to buy medical insurance beforehand!! Actually does Natlan even have insurance…

[somethingmissingthiswaycomes]

Would it be weird to ask how you plan out your embroidery designs? If not weird and you have the time/spoons do you have any tips?

Oh no worries, I am the OP! @handmadehazefromtheheart is my craft account. ^w^ You were referring to this post, right?

Asking isn't weird at all btw. I like questions. :3 Though I dunno if my answer will be the most helpful, since I'm still pretty experimental with my embroidery.

For the brain, I literally just doodled onto the fabric with a water soluble pen.

For the latest piece before that, I traced the outline + important features of a picture I had of my girlfriend by holding fabric pinned in a hoop up to my laptop screen. Then I flipped the fabric around in the hoop so it was right ways up. I did the same with her music logo, which I made for her birthday this year.

Mostly, though, I've been actually drawing out patterns on paper.

I trace them onto the fabric using a white screen behind it. (I literally just Google "white" and open an image full screen.)

Getting the colors right is hard, but I'm getting the hang of it I think.

For the brain, I decided as I went which sections would be which shade of teal on the fly.

For the portrait, I gathered various shades of coral (the color of the InfiniTints prompt it was for) and then separated them into groups based on where I thought each shade would work best. I had a hair pile and a skin pile, and in each pile I determined which would be used for lighter areas and darker areas based on the picture I was using.

For the In Decay logo, I did pretty much the same thing but with whites and greys, though I haven't shown off the full thing yet. (I'm going to do that in a special way. :3c Stay tuned.) The mouse had the same process. The mouse was actually the first one I did it like that for, and I love how it turned out—and the fact that a duplicate made as a commission came out so nice after.

You can kind of see on the clover pic above that I actually labeled it for where I wanted which shades of green. I should probably do that more.

I've mostly been working with long and short stitch, but working on this pre-made kit has helped me get a sense of how to use different kinds of stitches together.

So far, the brain is the most deliberate in terms of different stitches.

[ID: A two second video showing off the embroidered result of the brain sketch near the top of the post. It's mostly satin stitch, but the outlines are all stem stitches, and there are French knots in some places next to backstitches and split stitches that swirl. /end ID]

I'd say I've improved a lot from my first attempt last year:

Oh... I got away from myself writing that out, didn't I? I hope you got what you were asking for out of it! 😅

[kaaaaaaarf]

ten seven eight fav songs

thank you to @behaveddestroyerrating for the tag! x

It's so hard for me to choose "all time favourites", but I'm going to do my best here...

Whole Wide World by Wreckless Eric

There's something inherently romantic about this song and I just love the sound as well. I also did long distance for a long time with my current partner, so I feel it coating my insides.

I'd go the whole wide world I'd go the whole wide world just to find her

Tangerine by Led Zeppelin

Led Zeppelin is one of my all time fav artists and this is my favourite song by them. It's just beautiful and it happens to be off of my favourite Zeppelin album (III). Is it their craziest song? No. Their most feral song? No. It just makes me feel some kind of way.

A New England by Billy Bragg

I've always found the lyrics to be particularily lovely and I know he actually wrote this as a fuck you to Maggie Thatcher, but honestly it doesn't detract from the song (if anything it makes it better).

I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites Is it wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) by Talking Heads

I love Talking Heads in general and this song has my favourite lyric out of any of their songs. I actually have it on a button on my leather jacket.

And you love me til my heart stops Love me til I'm dead

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

Look...I know this is like the most obvious of their songs to love, but I just really do. I can listen to this song on repeat, and I have. I unironically love The Smiths. 🎶Take me outttt tonighttttt....

Night Shift by Lucy Dacus

LUCY!! God, I love her. I will HOWL this song if it comes on. It is more a "current fav" than an "all time fav", though.

Seven by Taylor Swift

Another "current fav". It just evokes this childhood nostalgia that hits me right in my solar plexus, you know? It reminds me of something I feel like I lost a long time ago and could search my whole life trying to get back...but you can never go back. I dunno. This song just means a lot to me.

Please picture me In the weeds Before I learned civility I used to scream ferociously Any time I wanted

My Kink Is Karma by Chappell Roan

Look, I love her. Another current fav. I saw her live last month and she was brilliant. I love shouting the chorus to this...

People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching you Ruin your life You losing your mind You dyeing your hair People say I'm jealous but my kink is watching you Crashing your car You breaking your heart You thinking I care People say I'm jealous but my kink is karma

Almost forgot the tags! Tagging: @ennisagain, @vaguelydoomed, @endlessnightlock, @eightysix-baby and @wdcmaxy

[brooklynislandgirl]

What’s your favourite place to be kissed?

What’s your dirtiest sexual fantasy?

What was your most embarrassing sexual experience?

Where on your body is your favourite place to be touched?

Are you rough or romantic during sex?

To Add a Little Spice || Accepting

I. The night finds them enjoying ~as much as being out in public is joyful, turns out her mysterious Government Man is as much of a homebody as she tends to be~ a quiet pair of cocktails in a dimly lit little restaurant that anyone with half a brain could tell was some sort of lush, shadowy bit of romance. Quiet conversation is had and from her adoring vantage, the question doesn't come as a surprise. If anything, she finds it even more endearing that he ask rather than presume. Her Mr. Mallory is, in fact, a gentle man. One hand rises slowly from the stem of her glass. Her nails are near the same shade of deep red as the wine she'd been sipping, the same shade as the matte stain on her lips. She finds her way to the bare expanse of her neck and dreamily strokes the length so very close to her jugular. "Heah," she says in a half tone above her whisper. "I should like to t'ink. Not only can ya feel a heart's beat like sea's tide, but dere's an expression of trust, of vulnerability dere I don' t'ink you can find anywhere else." A glimpse of her tongue can be seen as she moistens her lips. "Can I guess yours would be...a fleetin' brush of lips at a train-platform, rain all da background music dat can be heard before you're rushin' off in uniform?" ~*~ II. "...came home at night her long, thin arms would emerge from beneath the covers and twine around his neck; after making him sit down on the edge of the bed, she would begin to tell him of her woes: he was neglecting her, he was in love with another woman! She should have listened when people warned her she'd be unhappy! And then she would end by asking him for some kind of tonic to make her feel better, and a little more love..." Beth read aloud in her most polished Haole tongue. The flow meandered like a winter-clad river, slow and somewhat sluggish, especially over certain sounds. When Gareth brushed the hair back from her face and offered her a sweet sort of smileless expression, she placed the marking ribbon between the pages and set it down. When he asked her what she might dream about, something like this or something more explicit, she was first a little bemused. He doesn't seem quite the type. "I don' know if I could say it's dirty...but first, I'd love t'...be so in love I could actually...be wi' someone like dat. An' of course mebbe..feelin' ya movin' deep inside me, a hand 'round my t'roat...an ya whisper in my ear...."

She doesn't actually say what the whisper might be as she suffuses in colour to rival a sunset and shakes her head, a giggle full of nervous butterflies. ~*~ III. "So in my firs' year of residency," she says quietly, not daring looking him in the eye, "I was presentin' a paper about endoscopic neurosurgical techniques dat I'd worked so hard on wi' my mentor. He'd been my instructor in med school, and we'd matched for residency. We were almos' telepat'ically linked we work so well togeddah. I've kept a journal since I was young, an'...an I may have written down a fantasy I had about him. In detail." She loses a little complexion, becoming paler before him, and she hangs her head as if she's reliving the moment. "One of da oddah brand new doctahs t'ought it was funny to make slides of dat journal entry ~an' t' dis day, I dunno who, an' I dunno how dey found it~ an' spliced it into my presentation. I couldn't understan' da laughter, the sudden roar of whispers, pointin' an' pictures snapping...Less dan an hour later, I'd submitted my lettah of resignation, an' had paid da bursar da fee for terminating my contract. Hardest part was to walk into his office...my mentor...an' tell him goodbye." That joke ended her career before it began, ended one of the greatest friendships in her life. She's never quite recovered. Oh, sure, she finally finished residency but it wasn't what she expected. "So embarrassing? Yeah, you could say dat. An' I t'ink, if you wouldn't mind, I'd raddah talk about anyt'ing else." ~*~ IV. One hand at her hip. The knuckles of the other trail along the curvature of her collarbones. So close that the heat from his body can be felt in her face down to her toes. Gareth on her doorstep was not expected but his company is appreciated. She had wanted to ask what was wrong but before she could, he's all full-steam ahead, shepherding her small frame back into her foyer. Words didn't seem to matter so much. Not in the wake of that kiss. Good senses return enough to close her door. In London she doesn't have the same household staff that she does at the castle. Between kisses ~sharp teeth on both sides, soft moans and harsher raspy breaths~ a question it takes her minutes to answer. "Anywheah," she whispers against his mouth. "Try an' find out wi' me." ~*~ V. The way her tongue trails across the points of his teeth, her nails graze his neck as they intend to scale him to become lost in his hair, it would be easy to imagine her a wild sea storm battering his shore. But that bone-melting little moan she sighs into that kiss, the way her lashes flutter when they finally come up for air, soft skin and sweet scent that rises from it, might go the other way. Beth is a woman of contradictions. Nimble, she uses the tight space between them to reach up and take hold of his tie. As surely as she can tie-off a stitch, she's easing the knot from the patterned silk.

[headstrongblake]

@thewholecrew: kassy & nick. || all american universe

a quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest, shaking his head. she's probably right. there was no amount of bargaining or arguing that could change rev's mind, and damn it, nick had fuckin' tried like hell to do so over the last year as they joined the club ranks. "yeah well, i've been called worse i suppose," he smirked against the darkness, continuing the trace of his thumb against her skin, hoping the sensation helped her as much as it kept him calm with her in his arms. "guess i could try to be all fancy schmancy for ya and order some groceries, side i finished off the last of your chocolate covered pretzels." he teased, hoping to rile her just enough to know she's still her.

sympathy and sorrow collided together as the emotions built a lump in his throat. there was no easy answer to warding off the intrusive nightmares and memories. for as long as he can remember, nightmares have been a part of sleep just as much as breathing, and even now, he had no answers. only basic tricks to manage. but for kassy? god, he wants to have a solution. a simple answer that could help her. she should have never been dragged into any mess with the nords, and now...his arms around her tightened as she curled closer, whispering how scared she'd been. with her head buried against him, nick's convinced she could hear the desperate shattering of his heart as he shifted, pressing his lips against her hair with a quiet, "shhh, i know, sweetheart, i know, i'm sorry," he soothed despite the rough emotions in his tone.

he pressed another gentle kiss to her hair before settling his chin atop her head, searching his mind for something comforting to offer her. after a few silent moments, nick cleared his throat, latching onto one thing that had brought him comfort throughout his years with his old man. "you know, my sister, my older sister samantha, she used to tell me to distract myself..." a heavy sigh left him, blue hues lifting to the ceiling as he remembered his scrawny sister with her arm tucked around him as they sat in the garage, tucked away beside the washing machine, listening for jacob's rage. "s'how i got so good with engines if you can believe it, i'd just...dunno, i'd feel those nightmares creep in, those intrusive memories that shift and play tricks on ya and i'd start taking apart a car in my head. piece by piece, over and over until it was gone." hell, it'd even worked enough amid his father's brutality. shielding his mind from the worst by retreating.

with that out in the open, he exhaled softly, blinking back the emotions that shimmered in his gaze at the childhood memory. he doesn't know if it's useful. can almost guarantee it's not some healthy form of dealing with trauma, but it worked, and it's all he has to offer aside from being here, refusing to leave her alone in this. "what about you kass, you got somethin' that you could use like that to just will it away for awhile? love islands...a time and all," he added lightheartedly, "but you're in the midst of your summer, picture none of this ever happened, last week is just gone; what would you wanna spend the next month on before you go off and make yourself even smarter at that school of yours."

@headstrongblake: kassy & nick. / verse: all american.

     his tease had a small private smile tug at her lips, rolling her eyes tiredly as she kept her gaze on her hand that rested against his chest. fingers lightly played with the fabric of his t-shirt as a fidgeting distraction from the thoughts in her head. it had always been easy to talk to nick, to joke around with him but now, even with the light quips her mind still found itself being pulled to that night. her wrists were no longer bandaged and she wasn’t sure if that was better or worse for her mind as she stared at the fading marks.

     she sighed quietly before she felt his hand gently brush her hair from her face and her eyes closed a brief moment, forcing away the memory of the bag being pulled off her face. it was completely different, and she knew that. knew this was nick. she had to glance up at him again to fully force her brain into focusing on the here and now, dark eyes shimmering a moment. she’d nearly already forgotten what she said once again, what he was praising her for but there was a small squeeze in her chest that appreciated him, that he was trying to pull that said fiery side of her back out.

     a soft humoured breath escaped at his admittance, "think you’re out of luck with that… rev’s always gonna think that..” she mused tiredly. her gaze returned to his chest before eyes closed at the comforting touch he offered. she nuzzled a little against his chest as she gave another defeated sigh as he spoke, knowing deep down that was the case, but she couldn’t stop hyperfixating on it. on if grant hadn’t been there, if rev had been later. her skin ran with goosebumps as nick shifted towards her and her hand gripped a handful of his shirt, tears stinging in her eyes as she hid her face against his chest. it would always just lead her mind to her worst fear, to the unwanted hands on her.

     "i don’t know how…“ she uttered in a hopeless whisper. she’d never really had to deal with something like this before. even when nicks father laid hands on her it was for such a short moment, she hadn’t even really thought about any what ifs because she knew that nick would protect her. there were too many unknown variables with this time, and she’d been terrorized for a lot longer. being grabbed, tied, her vision and autonomy taken from her, the entire car ride she’d curled up as closely to octavia as she could before being tied to the chairs in some kind of damn torture room. the look of grant when the bag was yanked off her head. that she could end up like him, or worse because she was a girl. her jaw clenched as she curled tighter against him, hands retreating to hide her face as tears caught in her lashes. ”i was so scared…“ she confessed in a quiet whimper.

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Matchmaker Draconia (Lilia)

Inspired by this

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Tall! Lilia referenced because Lilia should be allowed to change forms at will like the Bat King he is.

— ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

"Wait, for real? Lemme see!"

Malleus angles the book so the Child of Man can see the picture. He has to admit, the picture is very flattering. He hasn't seen Lilia's other form (the Tall Form, as Silver calls it) in a long time, but it's hard not to recognize the man. Sure, the hair is much longer, and his features are much sharper, but his eyes are still the same dark pinkish red, and his smile still holds the same chaos loving curve.

"Damn, Mally-o, your Daddy is hot!" (Y/N) whistles, eyes wide as she takes in the image.

"... Lilia does run a bit warmer than me or Sebek, but his temperature is not too much higher than a human's."

"No– oh, God, I can't believe– Hornton, I meant, like—" she waves her hands around, trying to find the words—"he's, uh, attractive. A total DILF."

"... a total what?"

"Oh, God." she groans, a heavy blush settling on her cheeks. "DILF stands for 'Dad I'd Like to Fuck'."

Silence.

Malleus stares at her, then at the book, then at the silent walls of Ramshackle. Then back at her as it finally clicks.

"You want to bed my father?"

"Oh, God."

"I see," Malleus takes a hand to his chin, thoughts running through his mind while she hides her embarrassment with her hands. "And does your interest end there?"

"Oh, God, Hornton! Hornton, Mally, Malle-o, Mal-Mal, Horns-a-tron, please shut up," the Child of Man whines, still hiding her face.

"It's important, Child of Man. Does your interest in Lilia end in intercourse?"

"... no...?"

"No?"

"No. I... Please don't tell Lilia, I'll literally die," she asks, finally showing him her face. Once he nods, she relaxes, and he's glad she trusts him so much to do so. "I really really like him. I might even, like... love him? Maybe? I dunno, I just get really happy when I'm with him and I keep thinking about him and just seeing him makes my day..."

Wow. Malleus was not expecting a full on confession, but it is not unwelcomed. Not when he knows Lilia feels the exact same for the girl, and both Malleus and Silver—Sebek hasn't noticed yet—have been wondering what could be done to get the bat fae to confess. They both know, Malleus more than Silver, that Lilia feels unsure thanks to the different lifespans, and that he feels like he'll steal her away from greater opportunities than "an old bat" (his words).

"That's great news, Child of Man!" he exclaims, smile growing at the possibilities presenting to him. "Lilia would be delighted to hear that, you should tell him."

"Absolutely not, are you crazy?!"

Ah. Yes. (Y/N) can be just as stubborn as Lilia when she wants. It takes an entire hour of them going back and forth before Malleus finally gives up and promises—on his horns—that he won't tell Lilia that she likes him. The rest of the night goes without a hitch, and the night air is refreshing as he waves back at her, laughing when she points at her eyes with two fingers and then at him before closing the front door. Malleus lingers for a second outside, before teleporting himself to Diasomnia.

(Y/N) had prohibited magic inside Ramshackle after Ace and Grim almost burned it down. She can't physically do anything if anyone decides to ignore it, but she's so well loved and respected that everyone adheres to the rule.

Also, Lilia, in one of his rare moments of showing his true capacity, had made very clear that he'd have a talk with anyone who broke the rule.

Speaking off, Lilia is the first thing Malleus sees when he finally gets inside the dorm's living room. The bat fae is sitting on the couch with his phone and a cup of tea, as he usually is when Malleus is at Ramshackle. At first, Malleus thought he was just making sure his charge was ok—fae tend to be protective of what and who they consider theirs—, but now he knows better.

"(Y/N) says hello," he starts, taking a seat on the couch right across his mentor.

"Yeah? That sweet girl," Lilia's smile is pleased, dare he say loving, and his eyes, still glued to the screen, soften. "How is she? How was your little study date?"

No matter how many times Malleus tells him that they're not dates, Lilia seems to be determined on calling their encounters as such. If the dragon had to guess, the same inhibitors that stopped the older man's romance did not matter—in Lilia's mind—if it was Malleus.

Too bad for him that Malleus does not see his Child of Man as a romantic partner.

"She's never been better, the break Crowley gave her is doing wonders for her overall well being," the break that Lilia—and Malleus, but mostly Lilia—threatened Crowley into giving her. "Today we went over History of Magic, and her brilliant mind got us beyond the necessary material quickly."

"I'm happy to hear that~"

"There was a picture of you on one of the books."

"Oh?" Lilia perks up. He most definitely knows what picture Malleus is referring, but the young dragon says it anyways.

"A picture of your other form."

"I have many other forms."

"You know which one."

The bat laughs, childishly showing his tongue, and Malleus can only smile. No matter the form, the man's teasing and mischief loving nature always shines. No wonder he's seen as the odd one for his lively disposition when Briar Valley prides itself in it's solemnity.

"She thinks you look really good in that form," at that, Lilia places the phone on his lap and gives his charge his undivided attention. What was that expression humans use? Hook, line and sinker?

"Oh?"

"Said you are a DILF."

Silence.

Then Lilia barks the loudest laugh Malleus has ever heard from the man. It's a mix of disbelief and delight, and it shakes his tiny body so much the phone falls on the floor.

"Did she really?"

"Yes," Malleus admits without guilt, for he is not revealing her feelings, only thoughts. You'd think she'd be more careful with her words after befriending both Azul and Malleus.

"A DILF, huh? I guess that form really has its own charm."

"She also mentioned your current form being just as attractive."

"What are you trying to do here, Your Highness?"

Malleus blinks innocently at the accusation, not at all bothered by the suspicious yet terribly amused gaze of his mentor. He gets up and nods respectfully at the man.

"Just giving you the tea, I believe. I'll retire now, Lilia. Good night."

He leaves with Lilia's laughter as a companion, but soon finds himself alone, no doubt the bat fae going to Ramshackle. Part of him feels bad for sending the tiny agent of chaos (Y/N)'s way. Part of him hopes they'll get closer to a confession after tonight.

What he knows for sure, is that it's time for him and Silver to stop watching and start acting.

[tvrningout-archived]

me being self indulgent but-- for kaigaku!! any hcs abt the survival verse we chatted abt before + I'd love any thoughts of him re: the twins!! he still needs to meet his sisters :c

@tsukkiakarii | ask me about my muses!

pls feel free to be self indulgent bc i love thinking about the family kaigaku's managed to find with kokushibo :' ))

despite whatever emotional encounter kaigaku may have himself during the final battle ( i still can't decide how things with zenitsu go just yet, but!! hopefully well asdfg ), you can bet he's gonna take his own feelings and place them in a box for later once he's reunited with koku. like once he sees the state she's in as well as doma, kai's gonna push everything down and away bc what's important is making sure they're okay.

it doesn't matter what kaigaku and doma's relationship is at that point in time btw! regardless, kai's gonna do what he can to help with his recovery. i gotta talk and write with dev more about this uvu but say they aren't all that close yet -- kaigaku will do what he can simply bc doma is important to koku, makes her happy ( plus, you know, it'd be really nice if the twins could have both parents in the picture ). that's reason enough!

i think kai is gonna struggle figuring out what to do post-battle after everything's calmed down. the majority of his life was spent just trying to survive, find a place to belong, and now that he's safe and has a home with people who care about him, he won't know what to do with himself. with kokushibo in charge of the demons who remain, maybe he tries to help with that? but catch him going to her all troubled like : ( i dunno what to do anymore : (

kaigaku feeling troubled bc for once he's happy and safe and doesn't have to fight if he doesn't wanna? more likely than you think asdfg

AS FOR THE TWINS!!! kaigaku's gonna be so smitten right away alright ;;;;;v;;;;; he already felt protective and warm and mushy over them, but it's different once they're born bc they're right there in front of him!! he can hold them!! see their lil smiles and hold their tiny hands in his!!! and it's then he understands why teruko was always so adamant about keeping him safe, even at the cost of her own wellbeing. any kind of hurt is worth it so long as his siblings are okay :' )

can you imagine kaigaku being overtaken by a couple of rugrats bc i can and it's got me SOFT!!!

really, though, you'll see a whole new level of soft with kai even if it's a lil awkward at first. when he's playing with himiko and hikari ( correct me if i remembered their names wrong! ), it's such a lighthearted scene and i wanna weep pls and thanks

also if they let him, he's gonna braid their hair and whatnot -- style it however they like albeit poorly asdfg kai really only knows how to braid :' ) i can't remember if i said this in the past? but he used to braid teruko's hair for her! it's one of the only affectionate displays he knows how to do

[moviesstoriesandbooks]

Things about Not me series episode 1

1) I'm glad Gun is getting to explore and experiment. He's a really good actor and we're gonna swoon when we'll get to see him as Black.

2) The child actors were wonderful. I don't know if they've acted before or not , but they looked like they knew what they were doing , experienced.

3) I have never felt actual dangerous vibes or even anger from P'Off onscreen i think. The only time i think I've seen him hit anyone is that one time in season 2 of puppy honey. He was an asshole in some of the series , but he never seemed violent. Even from the picture they showed of him

This one , he kinda looked ... capable of arson? Not exactly violent but , he looks on edge of violence. He was gonna slap white. There was genuine fear in his eyes. But then he rolled around on the floor and squishes gun's cheekies and i was like , maybe we're gonna get to see his soft side later on like this and lose our goddamn minds . What if it's going to be White who's gonna peel off the tough exterior and show us the puppy beneath? I'm gonna be so so UGHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGXTYG

4) white hair. Hawt. I think he's such a hottie. 🥺

5) Lot of people are now being hard on the mum . But i have a feeling that she's also on the activist side of things and maybe that's why the divorce happened?? And each get one child , but how did that work? I'm not clear on the thai laws on how that works . But if Black stayed with his mum like White stayed with his dad , won't he have walked in her path just like White chose to do with his dad ? I dunno , I'd like to see the mum again , her explaining the reaction by the pool coz , if it had been my children, I'd be making sure they got a warm blanket atleast.

5) Nepotism. Made me uncomfortable , the dad looks waayyy too comfortable in doing it that way. White wasn't complaining too. We're gonna soon see him get radicalised , i hope. can't wait.

6) i haven't read the novel, but i think he's gonna join the gang in their arson endeavours once they explain shit to him , or after he finds out on his own. Or maybe black tells him everything after waking up. I don't know .

7) None of them look like actual criminals , more like college students (seniors?) who are tough , but not strong. If someone with power tries hard enough , they'll all be dead. That's the vibe I'm getting. Anonymity is their best shield and they're trying their best to maintain it as it is

8) Also people were saying how the tatoos and piercing takes some time to heal. But... according to his gang wasn't Black missing for a few days? White got sick when Black was beaten up , went to the hospital and got a call when he was at the hospital. Which could mean that he took maybe 3 days to prepare for the gang to notice his absence?? I dunno. I'm just saying how it happened in my head to make sense of it all. But do tattoos heal in 3-4 days? But still , his preparations aren't all that.

9) which brings me to the next thought. White has been living in luxury his whole life. And looking at Black he doesn't look like that? And comfortable people have no reason to look at the struggles of the common people. We're gonna witness him (white) study about why the gang is the way they are , what Black did till now to help them and use his diplomatic skills to maybe trap the businessman who is actually the Big Bad ™️. I really hope he does this after he reveals to everyone that he's in fact White and not Black.

10) I also hope that once Black gets better , he takes on White's role as the diplomat in training coz if someone doesn't do that job , won't his dad and his collegues get notified????? Like ??? And Black could learn the ropes about how they resolve conflicts too. Which may help them too , in the long run?? Also it's not such a physical job so he can regain his strength while still contributing to the operation.

11) Also why didn't the dad or the mum notice?? Black is in the ICU. White got piercings and tatoos. Went to college instead of Black. Is the mother dead??

[drabbles-mc]

the way part of me is coming into this kicking my feet and giggling and the other part of me is already crying. it's all very complicated yet very simple

Just, um, give me a bell when you can. Cheers -> why does this instantly just have me like 🥰🥰🥰🥰 i love him sm

fucked up her prep entirely -> IN HIS DEFENSE!!! i ALSO wouldn't be able to focus on my job if i was thinking about Marcus. Can confirm.

‘Got a friend and…Yeah, he’s been on my mind a lot. Haven’t been sleeping well.’ -> A FRIEND???? Luca stop fuckin lyyyyyin 😂😂

‘You gonna rub that in all day?’ / She shrugs. ‘Maybe all week.’ / ‘Alright, cool, I deserve a week.’ -> do you think....that Ali knows that I love her????? please make sure she knows I love her

‘And you’re dragging yourself through the same shit, along with him?’ -> it's because he ~lOvEs~ him

It’s easy to add things, fix the acid, sweeten the sour, but harder to take them away. -> mj fuck off why is this one of the best comparisons ever. why am i spinning in my office chair thinking about this

‘Fucking hell.’ He draws the fuck out, long and groaning, and presses his palms over his eyes. -> the way i am VIVIDLY picturing this *chefjustrightblob*

no fine tuning to be made on a relationship with no future -> the way I'm literally shaking over the use of the word Relationship in this context. Trembling over my keyboard

He looks like the fucking personification of pillow-talk. Amber lighting, bed-squashed hair, bare shoulders against his mattress. -> the way i instantly just, "Whore Activities" sksksksk 😂😂

‘Beats brunch though, right?’ / ‘Fuck brunch,’ -> absolutely adore the way that everyone in The Bear Universe hates brunch. A common enemy among all

‘Dunno,’ Luca humours, ‘the French?’ / ‘Probably the French, yeah.’  -> THE FRENCH 😂😂 Im fucking dying I love them so much

‘I was thinking I could come to Chicago.’ -> LETS FUCKING GO BABY!!!!!!!! LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

My remaining two weeks are yours, if you want them. -> fuck OFF why am i crying romance-novel level tears over this? why am i losing my entire mind? I'm drowning 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

‘I don’t know, man. I mean, that’s, it’s fucking crazy that you would do that for me—’ -> Marcus i am shaking you shaking you shaking you shaking y- JUST LET THE MAN SPEND SOME TIME WITH YOU!!! LET HIM FLY HALFWAY ACROSS THE WORLD FOR YOU!!!!

‘Well, I didn’t say anything about working.’ / ‘Come on, like you’d be able to help yourself.’ -> i wish they were barbies so i could smoosh their heads together and make them kiss

quiet in a way that’s only appropriate for Copenhagen. For his bedroom in the dark, after the turn of midnight. -> this is so soft and lovely. i want to cry. i just might. 🥹😭

‘Yeah, y’know, Costco might fix me,’ Marcus continues, laughing in between. ‘I will definitely do that.’ -> I'm stupidly, stupidly in love with this man

Then I’ll come to you, he should’ve said, it makes the most sense. And I’ll muck about whenever you need a break from me, do all the touristy shit, you know? Visit the Bean. -> the way I'm weeping. Why didn't you say it, Luca? Why didn't you open your big beautiful mouth????? 😭😭😭

GODDDD you really tagged this shit 'pining and un-satisfaction' and i went into it thinking that??? what???? i'd come out satisfied???? IM DYING 😭😭😭😭😭

will i be back for more??? OF COURSE 😭😭

night//morning - pt. 2

part one - ao3 link luca x marcus (or luca & marcus tbh), 2.6k, i have no idea what to label this i can't lie. pining and un-satisfaction tagging: @drabbles-mc @ashlingiswriting @garbinge @hausofmamadas (bear squad jeje)

Tuesday, 05:48:

‘Hey mate, um, hope you’re doing alright. Just thought I’d check in and, yeah, well, actually I had something I wanted to talk to you about. No rush, of course, but when you’ve got a minute—and everything’s, you know, less intense. Just, um, give me a bell when you can. Cheers.’

Seen, 22:53.

‘That’s not yours.’

Four ounces will do twelve, six will do eighteen.

‘Luca.’

‘Yes, chef?’

‘That’s not your dough.’

‘What?’ He straightens, palms stilling on the floured edges. ‘Shit. That’s the…’

‘The filo.’

‘The filo, right. Sorry.’ Not the shortcrust he’d made, but the pastry she’d taken out of the fridge herself. He’d even reached across her to grab it. Mind in the locker room behind, sense on the wood-panelled floor of his bedroom. He’s spun the filo into a useless ball in his daze, patted it with flour it didn’t need, fucked up her prep entirely. ‘That’s my fault, Ali.’

‘Yeah.’ She scoffs, but there’s no malice in it. There’s no time for that.

‘I’ll make more.’

Ali nods, eyeing him from the side as he sets about fixing his mistake. 

It wasn’t an easily made mistake, it wasn’t even a common one. It was an absolutely absurd thing for anyone with even a crumb of kitchen experience to do. They both know that, so there’s no point in trying to pretend otherwise. In shutting the door for the sake of pride. 

‘I haven’t been focusing,’ he says. Bowl, flour, oil. Bin the old and wipe down the counter before starting again. ‘Got a friend and…Yeah, he’s been on my mind a lot. Haven’t been sleeping well.’

She does him the mercy of ignoring the pause that slipped between friend and—friend and—to say, ‘I can tell,’ instead. ‘It’s not like you.’

He nods. ‘I know.’

‘To mistake filo for shortcrust.’

‘I know, mate.’ He laughs, smile spreading, all corners and teeth. ‘You gonna rub that in all day?’

She shrugs. ‘Maybe all week.’ 

‘Alright, cool, I deserve a week.’

But with Ali, it’s never a week, it’s twenty minutes and then it’s forgotten about, because stress sits on her like lead. Shoulders down, jaw tight. He never gets a word from her after opening. Whether he’d been her best friend that day, or the nitpicking prat by her ear. 

‘Have you spoken to him about it?’ she asks, reaching for the shortcrust that he was supposed to be working with. Picking up slack like they’re trained to do. ‘Problems shared, and all that.’

‘Sent him a few voice notes.’ One, to be exact, three days after the last message Marcus had sent. ‘I don’t want to push him.’

‘So he’s going through some shit,’ she deducts. ‘And you’re dragging yourself through the same shit, along with him?’

He sighs, talking around the end of it, ‘That’s one way of putting it.’

‘You know what I’m going to say,’ she adds, throwing a smile that he only catches the shadow of. Wry and knowing. 

‘Yeah.’ Can’t help anyone when you’re both in the mud. ‘Thanks, Ali.’

She nods, chin flicking to his half-made dough. ‘Thank me by working faster.’

‘Alright.’ 

Faster and more efficiently. More focused. He pushes his hands into the mix, knuckles deep, welcomes the attention it requires from him like a rope thrown overboard. A gnarled root on the edge of the pit. 

For the rest of the day, that’s all there is. Ali as a silent partner, in tandem, in sync. Rudy talking about football through every break they overlap on. The mice in the bins, the customer sending his praises to the chef. 

Open, service, shut. Then the cold of his pillow as he gets into bed again.

And still no reply from Marcus, either. Just a little thumbs up, pinned to the corner of his voice note, sent some time around lunch. 

He’s seen it, at least, listened and agreed to get back to him when possible. So it’s Luca’s turn to wait again, because he can’t do more than that. Shouldn’t, even. It’s easy to add things, fix the acid, sweeten the sour, but harder to take them away. He has to remember that. At one end of the spectrum, is that shit with Frankie, and at the other? This mania he’s driving himself into with Marcus, brakes off, steam pluming.  

It’s not like him. It’s deeply unlike him, even, he’s unfamiliar and stumbling because of it. 

Control what you can, control the reaction to what you can’t.

‘Fucking hell.’ He draws the fuck out, long and groaning, and presses his palms over his eyes. Finally time to rest and he’s lying here thinking about it, turning it over and over, fold mix fold. ‘Get a grip, man.’

Marcus is fine. And he’s fine. There’s no way to perfect a recipe with an undecided end product, no fine tuning to be made on a relationship with no future. Spending this much of his time trying to do so, will only twist him further into the ground. Bury him neck deep.

His phone buzzes then—buzzes because it’s still on silent from work, audible against the wood of his bedside. He’s on it before it gets to the second round of vibrations. Taps answer before he realises it’s a video call, and not just the usual voice-only chat. 

Marcus appears on his screen, well, the top half of his head does, the bottom is lost somewhere beneath the home button. ‘Shit,’ he laughs, ‘you answered too quick, man. I’m still—hang on.’

‘Yeah, course.’ 

It’s near black in Luca’s bedroom, his own image nothing but a pixelated blob of grey in the bottom corner. He clicks the lamp on while Marcus finishes whatever he’s doing and, God, shit, that won’t work. He looks like the fucking personification of pillow-talk. Amber lighting, bed-squashed hair, bare shoulders against his mattress. 

He sits upright, and holds the phone at an appropriate angle. 

‘Wasn’t expecting you to call this late,’ he says.

Marcus’s beanie bobs back into frame. ‘It’s only late for you, dude.’

‘Right, obviously.’

‘Sorry—there. All done.’ His face fills the screen at last, still angled like he’s got the phone sitting on his chest, but his smile is there now. Cheeks to either side of Luca’s phone. ‘You good?’

‘I’m alright.’ He nods. Puts his free arm across his chest, hand anchoring on the shoulder. ‘Are you on break?’

‘Nah, had the morning off to sort some things out. Heading over there now.’

‘Cool. Nice.’ 

‘Yeah, real fun.’ Marcus laughs, dry and unaffected. ‘Sure love spending the morning with some anaemic-looking dinosaur, going over Mom’s will.’ 

He mirrors the empty laugh, nodding alongside it. ‘Beats brunch though, right?’

‘Fuck brunch,’ Marcus quips. 

It barks through his screen, passionate enough to make Luca laugh for real that time, a smile tugging on his lips. 

‘Who the fuck invented giving up two meals for one?’ 

‘Dunno,’ Luca humours, ‘the French?’

‘Probably the French, yeah.’ 

He’s walking now, buildings passing by from the upwards angle Luca has access to. It’s raining, misting Marcus’s camera, and pearling on the knit of his hat. He walks a few more steps without saying anything else, head shaking like he’s still thinking about brunch. 

‘Did you listen to my voice note?’ Luca asks, switching the rain-dropped Marcus into his other hand, and covering his chest in the opposite way. 

‘Shit, yeah,’ his eyes flick down to the phone, into the camera, ‘was gonna ask. What’s up? You wanted to talk about something?’

‘Yeah, I did.’ And suddenly it’s back down his throat, fleeing and cloying to the sides. Unwilling to come to life. ‘I know you’ve been having a tough time of it.’

Marcus sighs, or scoffs, or whatever sort of frustrated, dissatisfaction sits in-between the two. ‘I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disappear on you.’

‘No, no, that’s not it,’ Luca corrects keenly. ‘I get it, it’s completely understandable, mate. But I’ve been thinking—well, wracking my brain, really, over what I could do to help out.’ Drag it back, claw it out. ‘And I settled on coming to Chicago,’ he says. ‘I think.’

‘What?’

‘I was thinking I could come to Chicago.’ It’s easier the second time. Goes out of him like it isn’t an utterly absurd, completely over-stepping, gesture. ‘I've got some holidays to use up, y’know, been saving them for something important.’

Marcus frowns slightly, staring ahead like Luca’s there and not sitting under his chin. ‘Shouldn’t you be using it to, I don’t know, see your family or something? Go back home?’

He could do that in a weekend. Could go for a day, once a week, if it really compelled him. ‘I mean, Mum’s in Copenhagen so often she may as well buy a flat here, and Frankie. Well, yeah, you know.’

‘Would sooner close the borders than have you back,’ he says, with half a smile printed in his cheek.

‘Mhm. So. My remaining two weeks are yours, if you want them.’

The lump’s back in his throat again, this time paired with a creeping heat in the shell of his ears. Marcus says nothing, head tilting like he’s physically weighing up the idea, a set of scales balanced between his eyes. Luca’s offer slow-rolling between the two. 

It feels like three minutes pass in wait of it. Four now. The room’s silent minus the tinny echo of downtown Chicago, cracking through the line. He pulls his knees up, bent, to balance his arm and the phone on top of them. 

‘You really wanna stay here?’ Marcus asks eventually. 

He shrugs, watching himself do it in the corner of his screen. Easier to look there than— ‘I can get a hotel,’ he suggests.

‘No, I mean,’ he looks down at Luca, ‘you really wanna waste your vacation days on me?’

‘Yeah,’ he replies, thick with sarcasm, ‘call it self-flagellation.’

‘Self-what?’ Marcus laughs. ‘Come on, none of your cryptic shit when I’m being serious, please.’

‘Sorry.’ He smiles. ‘Bad joke. But it wouldn’t be a waste, Marcus.’

And he knows better than to think of it like that, because he knows Luca, right? Even if it’s only in that surface level, co-worker sense—which it isn’t, it can’t be—because he knows Luca isn’t one for waste. Ever. Not when he’s paying attention, that is. 

‘Wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to,’ he adds, once the silence starts to itch again.

Marcus sighs. ‘I don’t know, man. I mean, that’s, it’s fucking crazy that you would do that for me—’

‘Steady on, it’s not just for you.’ He laughs, voice full of fake offence. ‘I like holidays too, y’know?’

A tsk scuffs through the phone. ‘No you don’t, man.’

‘Alright,’ he knows him, ‘but I am long overdue.’ Outside of the kitchen, he knows him. ‘Been promising Carm for years,’ he says. Heat along the top of his ears, skin reddening down his neck, hidden by the orange of the bedside. ‘I’m sure he’d be glad to see me.’

‘Yeah,’ Marcus nods, ‘would be glad to have you in the Beef, too.’

‘Well, I didn’t say anything about working.’

‘Come on, like you’d be able to help yourself.’

‘I might.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ 

The silence steps back in; uninvited, between the laughs, over the unfinished hypotheticals. He watches Marcus duck under a low portion of scaffolding, then nod in a no problem way, as he pauses to let someone past. A whole world in his palm, a snapshot of a day he’s already lived through.

‘What’s your hesitation?’ he asks, quiet in a way that’s only appropriate for Copenhagen. For his bedroom in the dark, after the turn of midnight. ‘About me coming?’

Marcus shrugs, he assumes, only able to see the upside-down crescent that his mouth forms with it. ‘Guess I was kind of hoping to get out of here myself.’

‘We can do that,’ Luca answers, far too quick. Sharp enough to invite another silence in, hand on the door, fingers catching the edge of it. ‘You should, I mean. It’d be good for you.’

If Marcus notices the fumble, he chooses to ignore it. ‘Thing is, I can’t imagine myself leaving right now. Y’know, going far from home, incase I…’ He laughs without the spirit of it. ‘Man, fuck, I don’t really have a reason, do I?’

Luca shakes his head. It makes sense. He’s seen it before. ‘I get it,’ he says.

‘Really? Cause I’m feeling like all my logic is mad crazy right now. Keep doing shit and I don’t even know why.’

‘It’s normal.’

‘Is it?’

‘Were you wanting me to disagree?’

He holds his frown just long enough to make Marcus crack, teeth flashing as he smiles. ‘Okay, yes, I wanted you to tell me I’m not crazy.’

‘You’re not crazy,’ Luca obliges.

‘Thank-you.’

A nod. It’s nothing. ‘So where do people from Chicago go, when they don’t want to leave Chicago?’ he asks, lying back onto the pillows at last. He’s been slouching deeper and deeper as the call goes on, and it’s starting to bite. Numb-ache tugging between his shoulder blades. He needs his spine flat, stretched out. He hovers phone-Marcus over his face while his arm can tolerate it still.

‘I have no idea,’ Marcus answers, back to looking ahead of him. Into the road Luca has no view of. ‘Fucking…Costco?’

Luca snorts. Then he lifts his eyebrows, head tilting, like it’s a plausible option, something worth considering. Costco hotdogs and a Coke. He’d take it, if the offer was there.

‘Yeah, y’know, Costco might fix me,’ Marcus continues, laughing in between. ‘I will definitely do that.’

The smirk toys in the corner of Luca’s lips again. ‘I’m glad we could sort something, mate.’ 

‘Plus, it saves you buying a plane ticket.’

‘Yeah.’ He swallows, back to watching himself in the corner of the screen. A square of gold over the blue of Marcus’s jumper. Tired eyes watching tired eyes, slow blinks in-between. ‘I should probably head off,’ he says. ‘Getting late.’

‘Shit,’ he glances down, ‘I’m always messing with your sleep, dude. My bad.’

‘Yeah-no, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called.’ His arm’s aching, and the phone drops slightly as he tries to maintain it. ‘It’s good to speak to you.’

Marcus is indoors now, having just stepped from the grey sky into the bright, man-made lighting of the Beef. ‘Hit me up tomorrow?’ he asks, with a quickness that gives Luca no time to do anything but nod in reply. ‘Sweet.’

‘Have a good day, man.’

‘Yeah, you too.’ He corrects himself. ‘Night.’

‘Night.’ 

The call ends, Marcus’s image replaced by the blinding white of their text conversation, that thumbs up emoji staring back at him again. 

There’s no relief now that his idea’s been voiced, because he’d barely even argued the case. Marcus didn’t want to travel, it was right there, even after his hesitation, the stone through the stream. Then I’ll come to you, he should’ve said, it makes the most sense. And I’ll muck about whenever you need a break from me, do all the touristy shit, you know? Visit the Bean.  

He sighs and lays the phone flat on his bare chest, screen going dark after a few passing breaths. 

Marcus was right, it was crazy of him to even offer to do that. Like throwing slate into a lake and expecting it to float. Another angle then, another gift in the post, maybe, one that neither of them can talk out of existence.

Or maybe nothing at all.

He switches the light off, night blanketing him. Tomorrow. He can think about it tomorrow. 

[loserboyfriendrjl]

am i allowed to look at her like that?

a glance from their spot in the classroom, and that was all. she was sitting with sirius in herbology this time, and dorcas had paired themselves up with peter.

they couldn't let her know that they had fallen in love.

could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at?

with her deep, brown eyes, cherry red lips, and hay blonde hair and it was too much for dorcas.

but too little at the same time.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

it's stupid, terribly stupid, to fall in love with your best friend.

she tastes like apple juice and peach

it's terribly stupid because once you realize it, you want more than friendship, and they never do.

or, that was how dorcas saw it.

oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

pictures are your only friend, hung up on the wall of their bedroom, and when marlene smiles at them, they sigh contently.

they have to look from afar and catch themselves stuttering and mumbling and making a fool of themselves. she laughs, and it brings a smile to their face.

she thinks you're funny!

or she's just making fun of you

and she means everything to me

and she's everything to them, and that's why they could never bring themselves to say those four words, 'i love you, marlene',

i'd never tell

but it's going to stay a secret. because she's, well... marlene and they're dorcas and they are polar opposites and it just won't work, lily, now leave me alone.

no, i'd never say a word

she'll never know.

and oh it aches

and it hurts.

but it feels oddly good to hurt

but it's better than facing it. fear of rejection, lily said, and dorcas flipped her off.

she smells like lemongrass and sleep

they slammed the door shut behind them when they entered and threw themselves on the bed.

she tastes like apple juice and peach

"you're driving me crazy, marlene mckinnon."

oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

they looked to the wall again. "i can't tell you that i am absolutely head over heels for you, can i?"

and she means everything to me

"because... you're you and i'm me..."

and i'll be okay admiring from afar

"but it's okay."

'cause even when she's next to me we could not be more far apart

"i'll love you either way."

cause she tastes like birthday cake, and storytime, and fall

"who said i don't feel the same way?" marlene asked from the doorway.

dorcas whipped their head around. "what- for how long have you been here?"

"long enough."

but to her, i taste like nothing at all

marlene stepped up to them and lied on the bed calmly.

"may i kiss you?"

dorcas nodded.

and she smells like lemongrass and sleep

and it suddenly hit them. she smelled like leather and motorbike oil from sirius' damned flying one but dorcas didn't quite mind. at all, actually.

and marlene's hand on their waist and dorcas felt like they were floating and swimming in love and they never felt like that before.

she tastes like apple juice and peach

marlene tasted like mint chip cookies and cigarette smoke and it was fucking overwhelming but god, dorcas liked that.

oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

they broke apart and smiled.

"so," dorcas started with a smile, "am i a kisser as bad as remus says i am?"

"well, dunno about him, but this was the best kiss i've ever had." marlene laughed and a blush grew won dorcas' face, heating it in the best way possible.

and she means everything to me

"you're my everything, marlene."

yes, she means everything to me

"and you're mine, cas."

she means everything to me

[allexiaah]

Claudette and Jake !

YESss god I love both of them so much! This post may get a bit long, but let's get into it.

Claudette

Favorite thing about them: GOD. Where do I start? Maybe it's just the fact that I can see so much of myself in her that makes me like her so much. I dunno. But it's a whole lot... Just one thing off the top of my head? I love how

Least favorite thing about them: ....man. I don't know. She's like... Awesome. If I had one gripe it'd be with how other people portray her or treat her character but that has nothing to do with her. Maybe how her players have a bad rep? I dunno it's claude.

Favorite line: she doesn't really HAVE any?? LOL

BROTP: Claudette and Philip! HUGE comfort pairing. Best found family siblings and very good friends. They give each other hope and encourage each other to keep going <3

OTP: uhhh I'd have to say Megdette or Claudepark! Huge sucker for OG4 lovin. Claudwight is an honorable mention

NOTP: god. A lot. Claudebilly, Doctor + Claudette and Ghostface + Claudette come to mind first. I tend to be really picky with ships as a whole, and especially for Claudette, because I headcanon her as ace and some kind of aromantic as well (not sure yet... Just that she's some kind of arospec!)

Random headcanon: Claudette has a particular nostalgic fondness for hot chocolate with candy cane bits in it. She also prefers tea over coffee.

Unpopular opinion: god I don't know if I really have any? I have uncommon ones but not really unpopular ones.. I think the closest I have to that would be the aspec headcanons haha

Song i associate with them: Quiet by Lights & Plant Life by Owl City

Favorite picture of them: as of right now this art in particular by lovely cowboy @dakota-belton-art, or one of these funny screenshots I managed to nab.

Jake

Favorite thing about them: god, all of it. His character design is pretty damn good, he has mostly solid cosmetics, and I mean.. Forest hobo crow whisperer? What's not to like? His backstory is good too.

Least favorite thing about them: if I had to pick SOMETHING, it'd be his weird tracksuit cosmetic that makes his hair a nasty yellow color.

Favorite line: Not a whole lot here for us hah

BROTP: Jake and Meg. I feel like they're definitely best friends in the realm, and I feel like they're the exact same brand of disaster bi, except Meg is more openly jokey and Jake has a different way of expressing his humor than her. They're often on the same wavelength though with jokes and things.

OTP: Parkfield! Fun fact, Parkfield was actually the first ship I really enjoyed, and the first ship I actually really cared about in fandom as a whole. DBD was my real intro into actual fandom spaces and Parkfield was sort of a little bit too, by extent. Still very fond of this pairing <3

NOTP: Jake x Doctor is all that comes to mind right now, but I think I might be forgetting a few. Just.. anything gross or power-imbalanced tends to make me just.. dislike it. It's nasty.

Random headcanon: Very dry humor and a sarcastic bastard. The other survivors love him though <3

Unpopular opinion: uhh I dunno?

Song i associate with them: dunno why, but Man of Stone by Matthew Thiessen & The Earthquakes

Favorite picture of them: I don't really have one rn, so take this one a friend took while in Gmod. It made me laugh so hard I couldn't breathe

Ty for the ask! Love answering little things like these. <3

[totallytododeku]

Cuddle me. | sleepy!Todoroki x reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1300

Your eyes scanned the crowd of people for a familiar face or uniform, trying in vain to locate Aizawa. Fifty or so civilians were gathered around the sidewalk adjacent to the alleyway, and a handful of reporters and news anchors were addressing cameras about "the three civilians and one UA student who had run into a gang of villains!".

Your upper arms had begun to grow sore from shouldering your way through the crowd of onlookers. "Todoroki!" You called your boyfriend's name at the top of your lungs, trying to pinpoint someone from UA in the sea of civilians.

Wait, did someone just call my name?

You strained your ears and stood on your tippy-toes, trying to identify the owner of the deep voice.

"Y/L/N!" You whipped your head in all directions possible in a matter of seconds. This time you were certain you had heard your name called.

"Y/L/N." A hand on your shoulder alerted you to the presence of some one behind you. Spinning around, your frantic eyes met Aizawa's dull ones. You relaxed inwardly at the nonchalant expression on his face, but your body refused to stop fidgeting nervously. You were itching to hold your boyfriend's hand, feel his comforting warmth, assure yourself that he had escaped the villain encounter unscathed.

"I'd imagine you're concerned about Todoroki." Aizawa droned, reading the obvious tension in your stance. "Don't worry, he's not hurt." You breathed a sigh of relief, closing your eyes.

"Actually, I'm glad I found you. I should tell you that he was affected by a villain's quirk during the run-in." Your eyes shot open, brows furrowing in confusion. I thought he wasn't hurt?

"From what the police have gathered, the villain's quirk allows him to drain both mental and physical energy from someone else and use it to energize himself for a period of time. It's nothing serious, but we don't know exactly how long the effects will last." Aizawa glanced in the direction of the police-taped area beyond the crowd. "You'd be doing us all a favor if you'd take Todoroki back to the dorms safely and watch him for the rest of the day. The police's medic said it wasn't serious enough to bother Recovery Girl with, but he needs to sleep for a while."

"'C-course I'll help him!" You stammered, more confused than worried at this point. "Where i-"

"HA HA HA!" All Might boomed, exploding into existence beside you. He thumped you on the back with a gargantuan hand, knocking the wind out of you. "YOUNG TODOROKI'S ACTING LIKE AN INEBRIATED SLOTH."

"I beg your pardon?" You squinted up at the hero through the blinding light emitted by his bioluminescent smile.

"HO HO HO," All Might anchored both of his fists at his hips and puffed out his chest, striking a heroic pose. "FOLLOW ME, PLEASE."

With a hand of each of your backs, he guided you and Aizawa past the edge of the crowd and into the police zone. You recognized a couple of UA uniforms and a few teachers gathered in clusters among the small fleet of police cars.

"YOUNG TODOROKI IS OVER THERE." All Might extended a yellow, gauntlet-claden arm in the direction of one of the cars.

You quickly thanked your teachers and hurried towards the car with a boy leaning against it.

"Todoroki?" You skidded to a halt in front of the boy. His arms were folded across his chest and his head hung forward.

"I take it you're the student he's close to? Miss/Mr. Y/L/N?" An officer addressed you without looking up from her clipboard. "Thank you for taking Mr. Todoroki off our hands. He's a little loopy, but he'll be better tomorrow."

"Oh, okay, then. Thank you, officer."

Turning your full attention to Todoroki, you gently laid a hand on his shoulder "Hey, Shouto, are you awake?"

Todoroki lifted his head slightly, eyelids fluttering open. "Y/N?" he slurred, stumbling forward.

"Ye- Oh my goodness!" Todoroki fell into your arms, loosely wrapping his around your shoulders. "What're you doin' here?" He mumbled, tilting his head to look up at you with half-closed eyes.

"I got a call from Aizawa saying that you were in the middle of a villain scuffle on your way back to the dorms! Are you okay?"

"'mmmm tired," Todoroki mumbled, his eyelids closing slowly. You instinctively embraced your boyfriend, yet you were still too shocked to speak. He nuzzled his face into the fabric of your sweater, and you felt his breathing slow.

"Shouto?" you croaked.

It was becoming apparent that he was genuinely falling asleep in your arms.

You immediately backpedaled towards the taxi All Might had hailed, shouldering Todoroki's weight -- a valiant attempt to save his reputation from the cameras by taxi-escape was made. Luckily, no one else had seen him yet...not that that really made this any easier.

"Oh my gosh, Shou- oh, no, please just- you'll be in bed soon, jus- oh, no, you'll hurt your neck sleeping like th- OH GOSH PLEASE BE CAREFUL."

-time skip to dorms-

Oh, crap, I don't have the key for his dorm! You glanced at Todoroki, who was struggling to stay awake.

"Shouto, honey, where's your dorm key?"

" mmmmhh dunno, " was the response. Guilt gnawed at your heart every second you had to keep the poor boy from sleeping.

"Okay, then, we'll be at my dorm soon!" After what seemed like two hours of crawling up the staircase with a boy hanging off your shoulder, you finally reached your room. You fished around in your blazer pocket for your dorm key, muttering about gum wrappers and coins.

"Gosh darn crap in my pockets- I'm so sorry Shou-chan, just a sec, I- ah, got it!"

Somehow, you managed to maneuver the two of you into your dorm without letting him collapse to the floor, albeit rather ungracefully. You sighed, leaning on your door.

"Hey, baby, are you awake?" you cooed, stroking his hair out of his face.

"...wanna go 'sleep," he murmured, trying to nuzzle his face into your neck.

"Come on, let's get you into bed," you said, half to yourself. You trudged to your bed, finally able to put down Todoroki's weight. "Can you sit on the bed while I take your shoes off?"

He grunted in confirmation and you knelt in front of him, fingers plucking at his shoelaces until the knots came untied. After you tugged off his boots, you moved on to the rest of his school uniform until he was left in his boxers.

"Here, why don't you put on these clean pajama pants so you can sleep better?" He nodded, kicking his legs out from under the covers like a child. You pulled the soft, fuzzy pants up his legs and tucked your blanket under his chin. Once your eyes had scanned his form to see what else you could do to help him, you turned towards the door.

"Don't go."

"What?"

"Why are you leaving?"

"I was gonna go get you some tea from the common room!"

"Cuddle me," Todoroki whined, opening his arms to you.

Your heart stopped at how adorable he was. "Aww, you're so cute!" You squealed, crawling into bed. "I should take a picture to prove to you what a baby you can be, because you'll never believe me tomorrow," you whispered, giggling.

Todoroki tossed an arm and a leg over your body and pulled you close, sighing softly. Within seconds, you felt his breathing slow.

You cradled his cheek in your hand and leaned up to kiss his forehead, smiling. "Sleep well, Shouto. I love you."

[atangledfate]

Surge didn't really move her eyes were on Carol the whole time, she could see all those emotions rolling through her head. Yea this was a shit hole, but it wasn't like they could just roll up on a mansion and enjoy the comfort. This old Warehouse was used by Starline to train them, though his original facility was blown to shit by Eggman, this place seemed to have gone unnoticed. Security was light, but enough to detect intruders and, they made do with the rest. Not like they needed much, and neither of them really complained. They made do, they worked with what hey had. She promised Blue to be a good girl---so she was, and this was how they lived. She sighed seeing what she thought was disappointment? maybe it was just a realization about there situation. She didn't know, that this, this right here was heaven compared to what they had lived through. She did smile watching Kit and Carol interact, watching him shake her hand and even try to smile a bit. She hoped he got along with Carol if no one else.

" Drippy, Go Shut down the Security grid... and wipe the any of the footage, we'll be taking off shortly. So don't be to long. "

She watched as he nodded almost smiling---almost and setting his things down and heading to the console in the corner.

" I wish i could say... this was the worst we got, some rusty beds, and a cold draft at night. The physical pain... we healed from that part pretty fast. But the shit they did to our heads... They made us into killers Carol, least i'm all grown up. Kit--- i dunno if he'll ever be a normal kid again. But i know he sure as fuck can't be that here... not in this shit hole..."

" ... But he's all i got in the world... and imma gonna take care of him... even if he's a little broken. Guess i'm a little broken to.... but we have each other and that's all that matters. I promised myself i'd get him away from this shit hole... even if i gotta kiss Panda girls boots to do it... that's what i'll do. Cause he deserves a shot ya know... a shot to be a kid..."

Surge gave Carol a little pat on her shoulder and crossed the room, to where the beds were. She grabbed the suitcase there, double checking the contents and throwing a few things out and rifling through a box for some clothes she had there. Packing it up and grabbing her little MP3 player off the stand. It was old as shit but, it had all her favorite tunes on it.

By the time she returned Kit had finished shutting it all down, and returned to Surge and Carols side. With there things in tow, Surge paused to give the place one final look. Before she stopped setting the suitcase down. She crossed the room to the punching bag, and tore th picture of Starline off the bag. She grimaced looking at it, all her hatred and loathing coming back. She whispered softly to herself

" Goodbye... and good riddance Doc..."

She charged her hand causing the paper to catch fire and she let it fall to the ground. She was done here, she was letting it all go. No need to stay any longer, no need to think of the past. Who ever Surge use to by on Mobius--- She and Kit could be who ever they wanted on Avalice.

" Alright--- Let's blow this popsicle stand..."

" I did not set the self destruct system... i thought you said..."

" Ya know Drippy for bein' so damn smart--- ya make my head hurt somedays..."

She ruffled his hair gently and gave carol a look.

" Alright, you sure you can handle all this? i mean not much but... i don't exactly know how that thing works..."

Y'know she kind of regrets being her usual loud and bombastic self for uh… a place like this. Didn’t really fit the vibe.

Because uh, while she’d never say it aloud–this place looked like shit.

She knew Surge had it bad–she figured things weren’t great for her, but STONES this was AWFUL.

Rusty bunk beds, shitty light, stones was that supposed to be a fucking sink???

She is so glad that she’s getting these two out of here. Holy stones this was bad.

She looked at the two, a hand at her hip. Not entirely sure how to go about things, because like… what do you even say to this? She hadn’t a clue! Not a single clue! It all felt kind of awkward that she was here in the first place. Like it felt like it wasn’t her place, that it should have been… well, anyone else here but her.

But, even so, she’d had no idea who could fit the bill of “anyone else” but her. Hm.

The fox stared at her, his expression, his eyes–she could definitely feel that sorrow. It was poignant. Deep. She almost wanted to just go over and hug him and tell him everything was gonna be okay.

Hell, it was her and her brother, right? He must’ve gotten tortured too, and he must’ve taken it way worse than Surge did–hell, she couldn’t blame him. If it was Carol herself, she probably wouldn’t be able to take it at all.

Stones know it took Lyli a while to “get over it”, too.

She gets it.

The silence engulfed the room, for a moment–save for the light woosh of the swinging light bulb. Wasn’t too audible, but when the only sound was that? It became easy to listen for.

Then, he spoke.

“Designation?” She couldn’t help but repeat it. That wasn’t normal… right? … No, nobody introduced themselves like that. Not anyone she knows.

Hell, just how fucked up is this kid?

“Trans-diwhatsional? Quantum??? Sorry, Iun’t speak smarty–a lotta that stuff’ll pass over my head.”

Maybe Milla would fair better. She’s smart. She could probably figure out a “quantum” if she wanted to.

She squatted down, holding out her hand.

“Like your big sis said, the name’s Carol Tea! I’m kinda amazing back home, saved the planet twi–,” now was probably not a good time to be bragging, Carol.

Agh, force of habit.

Coughing, clearing her throat awkwardly. She gave him a soft smile.

“Take your time ‘lil dude. I can take us back at any time, so if ya need a minute, feel free 'ta take it!”

[a-wayne-at-heart-too]

Ask: The 27th of April, the Last (and Long) Part

Bonus Ask:

[Stately Wayne Manor]

Jason: *helping Alfred clear out the dinner table* You think we should’ve asked Harley to stay for dinner? 

Alfred: If you wished to see Master Bruce’s hair turn to grey as you ate dessert, I don’t see why not.

Jason: *burps loudly and fans his breath away* Whoops. Sorry, Alf. Just my way of complimenting your cooking.

Alfred: *carrying the dishes to the kitchen* Then perhaps you should come here more often, Master Jason.

Jason: *following Alfred* I'd rather not cause any trouble.

Alfred: *stops in his tracks and turns to face Jason with a stern expression* And you don't think it troubles me that you feel unwelcome here?

Jason: *takes the dishes from Alfred’s hands, sets them on the kitchen island, and pulls him in for a hug* Alf, hey... I didn’t mean it like that. I know you guys care about me, it’s just...

Alfred: *sobbing into Jason's shirt* We've already lost you once... Once is enough, Jason...

Jason: *tightens the hug and gently plants a kiss on top of Alfred’s head* I know, I know... I'm back, Alf. I'm back.

>>> *** <<<

Dick and Barbara: *sitting on the carpeted floor in the study, enjoying the heat from the fireplace in front of them, going through a stack of photo albums*

Dick: *smiling fondly* Wow, these are old-old.... I should probably scan them before they crumble to pieces.

Dick: *stops at a page and points at a picture of Bruce and Jason on a boat, smiling, and holding up a tuna* Check this out, Babs... Aw, I love this one. I had a few days off from work, decided to spend it here. Somehow Jason convinced Bruce to take break from himself and go fishing.  

Dick: *talking animatedly* So, there we are on Bruce’s huge fishing boat, the Bat-2-Sea -- And Jason’s starting to get seasick because he’s been hanging out by the edge, waiting for a bite for hours -- The persistence on that kid! --  And he finally gets one! A big one, Babs -- *spreads his arms* -- and it was pulling down hard like you wouldn’t believe, but Jason just wouldn’t let go! -- So Bruce drops the glass of wine he’s holding and runs to grab him --

Barbara: What were you doing?

Dick: Who do you think took the picture? As I was saying -- Bruce, he -- he -- *starts to laugh so hard that he tears up* trips over Jason’s line somehow and falls into the ocean! *slapping-the-floor laughing* The World’s Greatest Detective, in his Batwaders, drenched like a wet bird... *sighs happily* You should’ve seen his face!

Barbara: *turns the page* Oh, I can see it now. Still stone-faced, but wet.

Barbara: *stops at a page and giggles* Aw... Will you look at that?

Dick: *looks at the photo Babs is pointing at and chuckles softly* That’s adorable. 

Barbara: Those scaly leotards fit him better than they ever did you, Boy Wonder.

Dick: *smirks* Whatever. But I have to admit, he did look great. He looked really... happy. I wish... I wish I saw more of him in action, you know? *voice breaking* I could’ve maybe trained him the way I did Tim and Damian --

Barbara: *rubs his back comfortingly* Dick...

Jason: *walks into the study* Dickie, I took some of your --

Dick: *clears his throat and wipes his eyes haphazardly* Hey, Little Wing!

Jason: Wait, are those our old family photos?

Barbara: *pats the empty spot beside her* C'mere.

Jason: *sits down and rubs his hands together* Where’s the one where Bruce goes kersplat in the ocean?

Jason: *flips through the pages and grimaces at his photos as Robin* You're not gonna use these to blackmail me, are you?

>>> *** <<<

Duke: *watches as his RPG character explodes for the fifth time in a row and shakes his head* You beat me again! You're so good at this game, man.

Jason: *snorts and puts his controller down* Dude, you weren't even trying. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were letting me win.

Duke: What? Naaaah... That's... Come on, why would I do that?

Jason: *gets up and shrugs, grinning knowingly* I dunno... 'Cause you like seeing me alive?

Duke: Yeah. It’s pretty awesome, actually.

Jason: *offers to bump fists* I gotta pack up. Good game, though. See you around, bro.

Duke: *exploding-fist-bumps with Jason* You too, bro.

Jason: *pats Ace the Bathound’s head as he exits the game room*

>>> *** <<<

Steph: *examining Jason’s face* You look really pale.

Cass: *pointing at various spots on his face* And you have a lot of... scars.

Jason: *sitting on a stool in front of Cass’s vanity dresser, staring at himself in the mirror and absentmindedly running a finger over the shirt-covered scar on his chest* Yeah? That bad, huh?

Steph: *grins* Nothing a little makeup can’t fix.

Jason: *rubbing his chin* You think so? I mean, I just came here to borrow a few weapons from Cass, but if you think I need a makeover...

Steph and Cass: *look at each other and squeal in delight*

>>> *** <<<

Tim: And this *holding up a minuscule gadget between his fingers for Jason to see* generates a force field over your entire body. The more the impact, the greater the energy generated. Schway, huh?

Jason: *nodding his head appreciatively as he takes the gadget and sticks it on the lapel of his leather jacket* Schway.

Tim: *proudly shows Jason a Bat-shaped breastplate * Now, this -- You're gonna love this -- It can turn you invisible to the naked eye for roughly 34.5 seconds, giving you time to do all kinds of offensive or defensive stuff. They won’t know what hit them, Jay. You’re basically gonna be invincible and Joker... Joker, he’s... he’s not... not gonna... *drops the breastplate unceremoniously* 

Jason: *places a hand on Tim’s shoulder* Thank you, Timbo. Really. But I'll be fine out there. You don't have to worry about me.

Tim: Yeah? Can you promise me that? Because I don’t think I can live through another one of Bruce's meltdowns.

Jason: *chuckles softly* Aren't they the best?

>>> *** <<<

Jason: *staring at an empty grave layered with concrete in the backyard*

Jason: *rolls his eyes* I know you're there.

Bruce: *comes out of the shadows and stands next to Jason*

Jason: Why'd you keep it?

Bruce: Because I'm a sentimental old fool.

Jason: This is just... creepy. Even for you.

Bruce and Jason: *stare at the empty grave in silence*

Jason: I've forgiven you.

Bruce: *glances at Jason, who could’ve sworn his adoptive father’s eyes were bloodshot* 

Jason: You know that, don’t you? I mean, I know we’re always going to disagree about Jok-- about him, and a few other things, but... You’ll always be family, Bruce. My family. 

Bruce: *looks at Jason, smiling wearily*

Jason: *grinning back at Bruce*

Bruce: *puts an arm around Jason’s shoulder* Thank you... Son.

Jason: *pulls Bruce in for a tight hug*

Bruce and Jason: ... 

Jason: Hey, remember that time you went kersplat in the ocean?

>>> *** <<<

Damian: *knocks softly on Jason's bedroom door* Todd.

Jason: *stuffing a duffel bag with clothes, homemade snacks, and weapons* Hey, kid, come in. I’m just getting my stuff ready --

Damian: These came from Mother. *drops a pile of books on Jason’s old desk*

Jason: *picking one after the other up excitedly* Tolstoy, Machiavelli, Sun Tzu, Shakespeare, Marx... No way... 

Damian: They’ve been with me for a while. But since you rarely come over, they’ve been collecting dust and taking up valuable space in my room. -Tt-

Jason: *wiping the dust off with his shirt and hugging each one* She kept them... These were my friends back when I was in the League... 

Damian: I didn’t realize we had more in common than just being my Father’s sons.

Jason: Wow. I have no idea how I’m supposed to bring all of these home. I mean, I got here on roller blades, for Bat’s sake -- 

Damian: *thrusts a piece of paper into Jason’s chest* This is for you.

Jason: *gingerly uncrumples it, revealing a painting of him and Damian*

Jason: *reading the writing in calligraphy underneath* “The Second Chance Robins”... *looks at Damian, feeling the tears well up in his eyes* You made this?

Damian: *looking down at his feet* When it’s my day... M-my d-day... Will you come over, too?

Jason: *gets down on bended knee to be at eye level with his little brother* Hey, buddy, look at me. Damian, look at me. Of course. Listen, we’ll do whatever you want. We’ll, um... We’ll take bad guys down together! Pull pranks on Tim! You name it, I got you.

Damian: Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Todd.

Jason: I promise that I’ll do my best, okay?

Damian: You could stay the night, you know. You’re home anyway.

Jason: *ruffles Damian’s hair and grins* I'd like that. As long as you hang out here with me. And I promise I won't tell anybody because it'll ruin our reputation.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~

If truth be told, @wingedskyes​ , Jason makes himself available on his Death Day. Because even if neither he nor his family and friends mention it, he knows that they need him just as much as he needs them.

Thank you for this Ask. It was both fun and just a tad bit heartbreaking to write. 

And thank you, @warrior-of-the-blue-moon​ , for the nice addition. 

See: Part 1, Part 2