#except I've just admitted to being spring crazy

[hwasoup]

Tale As Old As Time

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hii guuyys its soup !! what a crazy week it has been. I have a class where my group is shit except for 3 ppl and i've been really excited for spring break. Talking about spring break, after this update I wont be updating until after my spring break, However that doesn't mean i might release little mini stories that take place during this chapter !! I will still be active, juuust not writing as much. spring break for me ends on March 17th so be on the lookout for an update during that week !!

for this chapter I took some actual lines and dialouge from a book and sonnet !!

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warnings: pure fluff if you're allergic to it and maybe a little smexy thoughts, and some evil planning

words: 3.3k

Chapter 5: A Second Chance

After arriving back at the castle…

Miguel is taken all the way to his room where he could rest and heal from his wounds. Y/N peeked inside his room worried but was shut out by Lyla who softly told her that Miguel is currently having his room cleaned up. Y/N nodded as she waited outside. 

After what seemed to be an hour, Y/N peeked back inside with a cloth and some hot water in a bucket. She noticed how his room is tidier and much cleaner from the original state from what it was. She thought that maybe, the Beast was too embarrassed for her to enter his room in such a grave state. Lyla hopped in the room besides Y/N and led him to the bed where Miguel was laying. Everyone was huddled by the bed with worried faces as they hoped for Miguel to feel better. Miguel on the other hand was still a bit grumpy and in pain as he was licking his own wounds. Y/N with a small sigh picked up a stool and sat right beside the bed and placed the rag into the hot water. She then picked it up and squeezed it to remove any excess water. “Here, and stop licking that you’ll only infect it further...” she says softly as she approaches him. Miguel looked at her and snarled a bit, Y/N sighed, and she grabbed his arm and placed the wet rag on the wound. Miguel roared loudly in pain and yelled at her “COÑO THAT HURTS” 

“Well if you didn’t move so much then It wouldn’t have hurt!” 

“WELL IF YOU DIDN’T RUN AWAY, THIS WOULD HAVE NEVER HAPPENED”

“WELL IF YOU DIDN’T FRIGHTEN ME, I WOULDN’T HAVE RAN AWAY” 

Miguel opened his mouth but then stopped as she did have a point. “W-WELL, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GONE TO THE WEST WING” he smirks to himself as he thinks that he got the final word. “WELL YOU SHOULD LEARN TO HOLD YOUR TEMPER!” Miguel’s smirk dropped from that statement; she also had a point too.

Miguel eventually gave up as he dropped his arm for her to treat him. He did have to admit, it felt nice being cared for by someone. He growled again as he felt the heat and sting from the wet rag go back on his arm. Y/N looked at him and softly said “sorry if it stings a bit…” Miguel simply had to hold in his growls as he felt the hot water from the rag permeate his wounds. Y/N eventually looked at him and whispered “by the way… gracias ..por salvar mi vida…” Miguel was surprised and even felt touched for her appreciation. He didn’t know what to call the emotion, but he liked it. He turned to look at her with kind eyes “you’re welcome...” 

After a while, Miguel fell asleep and Y/N slowly walked out of his room along with the others who were watching their interactions. Y/N turns around and crouches a little as she hears Miles say “Thank you…we’re grateful for you helping him..” 

Y/N sighs and asks “why do you all care for him so much ? He’s so…well you know

Peter was polishing Mayday a little and looked up at Y/N “well…it's because we all grew up with him, we basically looked after each other for his entire life” Y/N’s heart crumbled a little for them “But…he’s the reason why he basically cursed all of you, why stay with him?”

Jess waddled up to her and sighed “well…it's because we didn’t do anything when his mother died and when his own brother left him. It was just Me and Peter, the others eventually came in as their own parents couldn’t work in this castle anymore. You see when we knew him…he was this bright boy that thought he could do anything, but…in the end we’re still servants, we couldn’t even do anything when the King took him under his wing and molded him to be the person he is today…” 

In that moment Y/N understood everything now, she understood why these people were so loyal to him. She felt pretty bad and well ultimately decided that maybe she should give Miguel a second chance..

As the days went by, Y/N constantly went to see Miguel with medicine and more hot water to clean his wounds. Everyday she would hear stories from the staff of how Miguel was and their experiences with him, Heck even Hobie gave her a funny story. She felt motivated for a strange reason to help him and maybe even get to properly know him a bit better. Y/N eventually found out what the spell was about and she remembered asking Gwen what it meant if the last petal fell. In Gwen’s words she basically said “we become dead antique looking objects” Y/N also asked Peter when she found him on what it would take to break the spell, Miles was eager to tell her but Peter stopped him by simply saying “it's not something you should really worry about” Y/N thankfully took a hint and moved along with her day.

More days passed and Y/N started simply reading aloud to kill time 

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,” 

Miguel slowly stirred to Y/N’s voice and his eyes fluttered to hear her reciting a sonnet. His heart strangely softened at her voice, but he assumed it was because he appreciated her care for him during the past few days.He then heard the lines she spoke and immediately recognized it and finished the last few lines

 “And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines”

Y/N stopped to look at him in awe “conoces a Shakespeare ??” she said in a slightly excited tone. Miguel moved from the left to right side of the bed to look at her, his heart slightly pounding at the sight of her “well..I had quite the expensive education” Y/N smiled at him “My favorite play is Romeo and Juliet” Miguel rolled his eyes and groaned “why am I not surprised” he said shaking his head in utter disappointment. “Como ?” Miguel chuckled and responded “All of that heartache pining, and romance, it's just-” Miguel makes a gagging noise to express how cringe he finds it. 

Y/N chuckled a little and smiled. “Well, Mr. Cringe, from this assessment I can concur that you’re feeling a bit better, If you’ll excuse me, I promised Mayday that we would build a snowman” Miguel nodded as he understood and watched her walk out of his room. He lay there in confusion and wondered if he was going mad…"diablo, que hermosa” he muttered as he covered his face with his arm.

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An hour later

Y/N was walking outside with the adorable teacup to build a snowman. She smiled each time that Mayday pointed out little items that could be used to build. The two happily built a snowman and stole a carrot from Felipe’s stables to place as the snowman’s nose. Too bad Felipe saw them and started playing with them as well and squished the snowman. However, at a balcony high up in the castle, Miguel was watching Y/N from a distance. He softly watched her and smiled each time she laughed or smiled. He looked down at his bandaged wound and sighed as he wondered what to do. He looked beside him as Peter was paying attention to his darling daughter, hoping she wouldn't get trampled by Felipe. “Hey Peter…uhh…what do you call it when you-” Miguel gulped a little “when you feel kind of fluttery when staring at someone” Peter turned to him and smirked “is this someone, a certain woman who’s frolicking in the snow” Miguel groaned at his teasing and sighed “coño vale ok, jeez…but uhh…what do I do for her…I mean..she’s done so much for me” Peter then thinks for a bit and then smiled when thinking of something “why don’t you show her the library, trust me she’ll like it.” Miguel nodded as he took his advice and decided to show Y/N the library. A bit later during the day Miguel found Y/N inside the castle playing chess with Miles and asked her to join him for a special occasion. Y/N agreed and followed him, but immediately was tied a ribbon on her eyes “It’s a surprise and I don’t want you peeking.” 

Y/N smiled and simply allowed Miguel to guide her into the greatest surprise of her life. She heard a door open and felt his large furry hands take her inside. She kept on walking until he brought her to a stop. "Can I take this ribbon off now?” Y/N asked. “Ya en un ratito” Miguel excitedly went to the windows and opened the curtains for light to come inside.  Y/N could see the light seep in through the ribbon, but she still couldn’t make out what she’s looking at. “Can I take the ribbon off now ??” Miguel smiled with his toothy grin and told her “Yes, you may take off the ribbon” Y/N untied the ribbon from the back of her head and then finally looked into the room she was actually in and her jaw dropped. There were books everywhere in this giant room. “Oh my..this library…it's so...Dios Mio, it's so grand, it's wonderful !!”

Miguel smiled at her reaction, it was definitely priceless and worth it to see her cheeks rise and to see her eyes ever so slightly crinkle at the ends of her face. “I suppose it is” he responded “well…then since you like it so much then it's yours to keep” Y/N excitedly looked at him and asked “ Have you read all of these books ?” Miguel chuckles and scoffs “Not all of them, some of them are in Latin”  Y/N laughs and smiles “was that a joke ? you like telling jokes now ?” Miguel turned around to a table, but then looked back at her and smiled “maybe”

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It has now been around 3 months since Y/N has stayed in the castle and ever since the two of them have slowly developed a bond. They became friends, but at the same time they really weren’t. The staff noticed it and were just simply happy to be working again. There were certain instances where Miguel was a bit gruff, awkward, or just had odd behaviors, but Y/N found solutions to each one. When eating soup at the dinner table, instead of using spoons they would sip the contents of the dish from the bowl itself. When eating meat, they would use their hands, and when reading books the two must sit together and share the book.

“Who knew that this would work ?” Jess whispered. Peter nodded and smiled “I'm surprised myself, it's quite encouraging to be honest”  Little Mayday who was with them looked up at her father “daddy ? what IS werking ?” Peter chuckled and looked at the little teacup “nothing to twist your little head around May, come on now we have things to do in the kitchen” Mayday nodded and hopped along with her father to the kitchen. Jess peering at the newly formed friendship smiled “don’t screw up Miguel”. She left the room to another part of the castle to attend her duties at. 

During this period of friendship, Miguel had started to wear clothes instead of the rags he wore, he wanted to look more presentable to Y/N. Luckily the seamstress was willing to sew new clothes for him in his furry stature. Y/N had invited him to walk outside to finish the book they were currently reading: The Count of Monte Cristo. He eventually met up with y/n as they took a stroll outside in the wintery snow. Y/N every once in a while, would peer up at him to spot any grimaces in his face, but was met instead with a calm look. As she read, she couldn’t help but peer at him one more time, her thoughts straying away to some impurities, her thoughts slipping as she imagined Miguel’s furry chest against her own body. She blushed at her own actions and disregarded it. She didn’t want to believe she just thought of something like that. The two finally walked by a bridge as she finally read the last sentences of the book “Gone,” murmured Valentine; “adieu, my sweet Haidee—adieu, my sister!”

“Who can say whether we shall ever see them again?” said Morrel with tearful eyes.

“Darling,” replied Valentine, “has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words?—’Wait and hope.’” 

Miguel smiled at her last words and looked at her “well that was quite the story” Y/N looked up and smiled at him. “I agree” Y/N put away the book in a bag and then smiled as she walked quickly towards Felipe, gently petting the horse and feeding him some apples that she had stored in her bag. She gestured for Miguel to come. He gulped as he looked at the horse, he didn’t want to frighten him with his beastly appearance, but the reassurance that y/n gave him was enough. He slowly approached Felipe and tried to put his hand on the horse, but Felipe nickered. The noise startled Miguel as he slightly flinched. Y/N chuckled a little and helped Miguel approach Felipe again, she wondered how he was just so sweet and kind despite his angry facade. When Miguel finally placed his hand against the horse his ears perked up and he looked up at Y/N with a toothy grin. She chuckled as she looked at him dearly, she enjoyed that his curiosity was emerging and his uncertainties as well. She handed him some bird feed and showed him how to feed birds in a quiet manner as well. Miguel looked at her as he was able to pet Felipe and successfully feed some birds. He thought how her glances were just so adorable, how she would always place a hand on him without any fear. He wanted to ignore all of these little things she did, but he simply couldn’t get over her. Her body was so petite against his, it just made his mind wander to farther places. However, his thoughts were interrupted when he realized he had birds perched all over his upper body and feeding the seeds from his hands. Y/N on the other hand was watching silently from behind a tree as she had to make terms with herself that she was finding Miguel’s true personality quite attractive. She always knew as a child that the man that she falls for would be for who he is, but she never expected this to be in THIS way. Y/N looked back quickly at Miguel and chuckled at all the birds on him, but her playfulness got to her as she started a snowball fight with him. The two in the snow played around, throwing snowballs at each other relentlessly, some bigger some smaller, and Miguel using his size as an advantage to make a giant snowball to throw at Y/N. 

After a long day of just playing in the snow, the two came inside to sit by the fire to start reading yet another book. Peeking outside the room where the fireplace was located. Miles, Gwen, Lyla, Peter, Mayday, and Jess were looking at the two of them. 

“Y’know…I think they like each other” “Y’know what miles, I think you’re right.”

“Shush you two do you want us to get caught.” Peter chuckled “alright Jess, just let them have their moment.” 

Mayday looked up confused and babbled “whaddaya mean they like each other” Peter laughs alongside with Lyla who tells her “We’ll tell you when you’re older.”

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However, in the village…

Ben was having a meeting with a man in the middle of the night in his cabin. Eddie was there as well but simply sighed as he knew that this plan was horrid

“Yo usualmente no salgo del Psiquiátrico en la madrugada, but I was told this is worth my time..”

Ben smiled wickedly and placed on the table a large bag of gold coins. The man looked at the money and smiled as he picked up a coin “i’m listening”

Ben smiled “so the plan is that I am dead set on marrying Y/N, but I’m starting to believe that she needs a bit of persuasion per say..” Eddie rolls his eyes and mutters “more like being flat out rejected”  Ben sneered at Eddie, and quickly used his look to silence him.

“Everyone knows that her father is a loon, he was in the tavern I believe 3-4 months ago raving over some beast in a castle?!” The man sighed “Mauricio is harmless though, he hasn’t done anything to harm the villagers to put him IN the asylum.”

Ben smacked the table “Listen, the point is that Y/N would do ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING to keep Mauricio out of the asylum” Eddie mumbled again “might marry him too” The man thinks “So you want me to throw her father into el psiquiátrico, a menos que ella se ponga de acuerdo de casarse contigo. Oh that is just despicable…” The man chuckled as he looked at the bag of money and he starts laughing menacingly “I LOVE IT”

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Back in the castle as the days slowly got warmer

Miguel was sitting down in his budding rose garden, the sights of spring finally peeking through the icy cold. He sat down and hummed as he enjoyed the book he was reading, flipping through the pages, enjoying each time the story escalated. Y/N sees him from a distance and approaches him at the rose garden. “What are you reading?” Miguel surprised closed his book as he cheekily responded “oh, nothing” Y/N smiled and chuckled as she sat beside him “Guinevere and Lancelot” Miguel corrected her “Actually, King Arthur and the Round Table, lots of blood, men, sword fighting and stuff.” Y/N hummed “It's still a romance” Miguel groans “Esta bien, you win” Y/n smiled and laughed a bit. Miguel smiled and looked at her with adoration in his eyes “I never thanked you, for not leaving me to be eaten by the wolves” Y/N laughed again. In the distance laughter was heard from the staff as they all chatted and teased little mayday. 

“Well, it seems that they know how to have a good time” Miguel rolls his eyes “and yet every time I walk in the room laughter just dies.” Y/N smiles at the similarity that they share and lays her head on Miguel’s shoulder, shocking the man to his core as his ears flattened in embarrassment. “I get it, the villagers would say I'm a funny girl” she moves her head away to look at him “I don’t think they meant it in a nice way” Miguel’s face drooped at her words “I'm sorry you had to experience that…Your village sounds horrid, terrible people there” Y/N chuckled as she agreed with him. Miguel looked into her eyes as he could see the sun glinting against the lovely shade that adorned her face. Without hesitating he didn’t realize what he said

“Estás haciendo que todo parezca tan bonito en mis ojos... crees que algún día podria bailar contigo?”

Y/N softly smiled as she took his hand and held his, feeling the warmth radiate from his palms.

“Of course, Miguel...”

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[saphscorner]

there's no context for this i've really just been brainrotting and dying to write them again

word count: 724 pairing(s): martyn/mumbo warnings: none general tags & vibes: established relationship, fluff, domestic

Slowly but surely, winter was giving way to spring. It was the first comparatively warm morning of the year, with sunlight streaming into the backyard where Mumbo was stringing laundry onto a clothesline. He had to admit, he liked being able to feel the sun on his skin after the long months of a gray and windy winter. 

Mumbo turned at the sound of the fence gate squeaking open, finishing clipping up the bedsheet so he had a free hand to wave. “Welcome back,” he greeted. 

The gate squeaked back shut, and Martyn was promptly making his way across the yard. “It’s so nice out,” he commented idly, before leaning up to give Mumbo a chaste kiss. 

Mumbo hummed in agreement, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. “It is,” he agreed. “You sure took advantage of it, was I still asleep when you left this morning?” 

“I actually don’t know,” Martyn said with a bit of a laugh. “I leaned in to give you a kiss goodbye and you mumbled something entirely incoherent before you just fell right back asleep.” 

“Did I?” Mumbo laughed. “Sorry, I probably meant to say goodbye.” He strung another towel up onto the clothesline.

“It was really early,” Martyn reasoned. “Pretty much with the sun, but I’ve got a whole haul of firewood around front so I’d say it was worth it.” 

“Are you gonna fall asleep early on me tonight then?” 

“Oh definitely. Five o’clock dinner and nine o’clock bedtime.” 

Mumbo sighed. “We’re getting so old,” he teased.

Martyn laughed at that and waved him off. “Don’t say that like we haven’t still got a lifetime to spend together!” He reached down, shaking another damp piece of laundry out – one of Mumbo’s shirts, he noticed – and clipped it up alongside the laundry Mumbo had already strung up. 

Mumbo couldn’t help but smile. His gaze lingered on Martyn, watching the sun catch the gold of his wedding band as his hands dipped back into the laundry basket to continue the work. 

“You don’t have to help,” Mumbo offered. “You’ve been out all morning, do you not want to get off your feet?” 

Martyn hummed. “I prefer the company. And this way, we can get the work done twice as fast. Coffee when we’re done?” 

“Sounds lovely.” 

They were nearing the end of the basket, with Mumbo continuing to work his way down the line stringing up their laundry. The quiet between them was comfortable, natural and familiar in some way. 

Though eventually, Martyn spoke up. 

“Will you call me crazy if I tell you something?” 

Mumbo glanced over at him and blinked. “Depends if it makes you sound crazy.” 

“Fair enough,” Martyn said with a smile. 

“Now I feel like you have to tell me,” said Mumbo. “You’ve got me curious, mate.” 

“I’m kind of just… thinking,” Martyn said with a vague gesture. “Maybe it will make me sound crazy, but some days I feel like I knew you in a past life, kind of like I’ve loved you even more than a lifetime. Except that sounds pretty cheesy.” 

Mumbo hummed. “That’s not totally crazy. Okay, a little, maybe, but is that not normally how people feel about the person they’re in love with?” 

“I don’t know,” Martyn admitted. 

“I always thought so,” said Mumbo. “Like, even the mundane makes you feel more whole and complete when it’s with someone you love?”

“Yeah, but it’s almost more than that too. Deeper…like it completes me in a more… existential way.” Martyn shook his head. “Am I losing you a little here?” 

“Not exactly,” said Mumbo. He shook out the last bit of laundry, stringing the pillowcase up alongside the others before tucking the laundry basket under one arm. “I guess I just don’t contemplate my multi-lifetime existence as much as you do. But you’re still making sense to me.” 

Martyn smiled a bit. Wordlessly, he leaned in to press a kiss to Mumbo’s lips, though was surprised when Mumbo followed it up with another.

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Martyn kissed him one more time, before nodding to the back door. “Break time? I’ll make coffee.” 

“Break time,” Mumbo agreed. They crossed the lawn, headed back for the door, when Mumbo paused by the doorway. 

“For what it’s worth,” he said, “I think you’re right.”

[itsclydebitches]

Since you mentioned O'Dimm from the Hearts of Stone DLC in a previous post, I want to take the opportunity to say that the moment between Geralt and O'Dimm at the pub when Geralt had to opportunity to inquire about what O'Dimm actually was is the most tense, non-jumpscare moment I've experienced in a video game. It was that scene that cemented the fact that O'Dimm was not to be trifled with and it was done through tone.

Me throughout the entirety of that scene:

Yes, tone and the implications behind his actions/words if you take a hot second to think about it. Some of the highlights include: 

O’Dimm stopping time and then referring to it as a “marvelous plaything!” He’s so powerful that something as integral to the universe as time - a dimension as he explains - is reduced to a plaything in his hands, used simply to appease his vanity (I don’t want anyone else talking during my conversation with Geralt. Let’s just freeze them in place). 

Tells Geralt that he “Taught [himself] how to use it” which to me is even scarier. A being born with that power is bad enough, but a being with the capability to learn something like time manipulation? Just... on his own? Learn it easily enough that they discuss it like it’s no more difficult than, say, baking? That’s horrifying. It implies that O’Dimm’s power is tied to his will, not just his species, meaning he could presumably grow in power indefinitely.

Geralt wants to know if the time stuff is real or just a “conjurer’s illusion.” Gaunter asks if it really makes a difference and when Geralt insists that it does - “a great deal” - Gaunter seems surprised. I read that exchange as surprise that the primitive, powerless little creature actually hit on something important. There is a difference between real power and a trick that might have an Achille’s heel (something Geralt is very good at exploiting) but O’Dimm doesn’t expect him to realize that. It reiterates exactly how small O’Dimm considers everyone else. 

We get a reminder that O’Dimm is ten steps ahead and wildly intelligent. What do you mean you’re done, Geralt? Remember how I said that “we three shall met and thank one another for the voyage we shared”? Wasn’t that a binding part of the contract? And Geralt can only grudgingly admit that it was. O’Dimm not only verbally ensured that Geralt would help him get Olgierd to the temple but takes joy in springing it on Geralt at the last second. The fun is in allowing Geralt to think he’s finished and then gleefully reminding him that he’s not.  

And then my absolute favorite: Geralt asking what O’Dimm really is. “Are you sure you want to know?” Yes. “No, Geralt. No you don’t. This one time I will spare you and not grant your wish. All who have learned my true name are now either dead or have met an even worse fate.” That’s horrifying all on its own - a name imbued with knowledge, some kind of recognition so that as soon as you hear it you’re set on a path of destruction - but O’Dimm then follows it up with, “Yet I still need you.” That third sentence sounds almost kind. My name is dangerous and I’m going to “spare” you... but then O’Dimm confirms what we already knew (but he’s oh so good at getting us to forget), that he doesn’t actually care. Geralt isn’t spared out of some kindness. He’s spared because he’s a tool and breaking that tool right now isn’t useful. If Geralt’s contract had really been finished like he thought? Gaunter might have told him his name just to see what it does to him. 

It’s this last point that makes me think O’Dimm is actually some kind of god (not just his initials which we can attribute to vanity). Because what other name would mess someone up that badly? This is Geralt we’re talking about, not just a monster slayer but the monster slayer. He’s used to dealing with minor deities on a monthly basis. But that “minor” is important. Locals might call them gods, they might even have enough comparative power to earn the title, but at the end of the day Geralt would face off against them if necessary (the stories tend to prioritize kindness/negotiation instead). These are gods because they’re worshiped, not because they’re truly beings with the ability to shape worlds. Turning time on and off at your leisure simply isn’t the same as, say, a harvest deity that might have garnered the awe of the locals. Geralt’s been around the block a few times. He tosses out demons and djinn as possibilities for O’Dimm’s species like it’s nothing, despite both of those creatures being dangerous af. He’s beaten both of those creatures. So if O’Dimm thinks Geralt can’t handle hearing what he is, that implies something so far above the nonsense Geralt is already immersed in. After this guy has dealt with prophecies, multiple universes, and every other supernatural creature under the sun (all of which O’Dimm implies he knows about - there’s that near omniscience) what’s left to scare Geralt except a god? Which is horrifying not just for the sheer power O’Dimm must possess, but also just the confirmation of his existence. And the knowledge that he’s cruel. Learning that the one true god in your midst amuses himself by torturing people? Holy shit. That there’s no Melitele, no Eternal Fire, none of the deities that humans turn to for comfort and justice... just a guy going around doing whatever he pleases, and what he pleases is granting wishes with a vicious twist. The knowledge that this is the one god the Continent has “protecting” it

would break the spirit of a whole lot of people. I personally don’t think it would break Geralt. I think O’Dimm underestimates him in that regard. He’s too tethered to his own small group (Yen, Ciri, the hansa, etc.) to lose himself in that knowledge. After all, it’s none of the crazy things Geralt experiences that make him give up in the end. He’ll square up against any damn thing - including O’Dimm! It’s only losing Ciri that makes him hang his head and let the monsters come for him. Geralt has done a great deal to actively reject destiny/fate/gods as a form of comfort or strength. But other people? Even those who claim out loud that they don’t believe in anything? That would be one hell of a blow. For me, that’s the easiest explanation of “All who have learned my true name are now either dead or have met an even worse fate.” The line implies that anyone would recognize his name and everyone would react badly to learning it, either by giving up (dying via active suicide or, like Geralt, just refusing to fight anymore) or by meeting a worse fate (I can only imagine what, in a world of magic, some people might turn to/attempt after learning this). Most in the fandom refer to O’Dimm as “the devil,” but what if you were to learn he was meant to be your savior instead? It would be a damn heavy thing to watch O’Dimm pushing a spoon through the eye of someone who interrupted him and knowing, “Yeah. He’s the one we’re supposed to pray to.” Good luck with that. 

[melmakeshavoc-blog]

Finding a New Balance On how to not punch boys you’d like to kiss instead

It’s spring in California which means a lot of rain interspersed with weird warm snaps that aggravate my already too heavy load of on-and-off-again layers.

It also means I’m feeling restless. Like, can’t figure out if I need to shed my skin or pick up running again or cut my hair or punch a wall or god knows what else. I settle for pacing my house, a spoonful of peanut butter in my mouth, punching the air. This sounds like the antics of a crazy person, but, despite what poets tell us about spring, it is not a time for lovers--it is a time for crazy people.

It is this craziness that causes me to make plans with a boy from tinder despite my exhaustion and frustrations and claims of “I’m done dating for awhile.” I’m a sucker for a boy who can make RPG puns, what can I say? 

He makes me laugh so hard I can’t breathe and somehow coasts through a candid conversation about pegging (see: Amber Dared Me), so I ask for a second date less than a week later. This would be the kissing date--an agreed upon timeline according to numerous girl group texts I have going--and I think that I’m playing by the rules that I’ve been given. I fiddle with my keys, announce that I had a great time, stand by my car expectantly--no kiss, just like the last round. 

Cue a week and a half of internal screaming. 

I meet with G for what Mrs. Artis back home calls “Couch Time.” I go twice a month to keep myself honest and on track with some of the heavier internal mess I’m trying to clear out. Part of this mess is learning to be vulnerable--like in giving the cue to kiss at the end of a good second date. 

Recounting the end of the date to G, I realize that this new boy and I hugged, we stood close, and as I started to pull away I felt his arms stay around me and pull me back in, in that way that suggests bodily that there’s gonna be a kiss now and in the split second it takes to decide whether or not to stay for said kiss I...

I shoved him. Not like so hard that it was jarring but enough to firmly put back the space between the two of us that I needed to be comfortable.

Here’s the fucking kicker though (brace yourself it’s awkward)--

After this little snuggle-shove dance I THEN began the wiggle-your-keys-make-big-eyes routine.  New Boy had the grace to say good night and walk away.

G falls out of his seat cackling, smacking a hand on the window sill to stabilize himself. He apologizes while he takes a minute to compose himself and then suggests, in his therapist voodoo speak, that I “throw the guy a bone” if I actually like him. 

This is terrifying. Leading up to date number 3--my group texts say it will happen for sure this time--I spend a fair amount of spare moments planning how to gracefully walk away from a rejection. Because I am incapable of being without a plan B in literally any situation (see: anxiety). 

Turns out I don’t need it. Just needed the ability to take a deep breath and tell that little voice in the back of my head that says “why bother all good things end anyway” to fuck off for at minimum 15 seconds. See! Bone-throwing is easier than I thought it was and the payoff is worth it. 

So I’ve successfully kissed a boy without making him fist-fight me first--log that one in the books. Now, how to channel my peanut butter air-punching sessions into something productive. Except running. Fuck running. 

I give unwarranted advice once a week and my ask box is always open. 

[onrainynights]

So I'm about to tell y'all a tale, buckle up. Everything here is 100% true, except names are changed or shortened because duh. Also warning there is slightly nsfw content, nothing explicit and only mentioned but still warrants a warning.

So, I'm 17, almost 18. I'm a high school senior. The story starts almost two years ago, in the fall of 2018. I was a sophomore. One of my best friends, V, was in our school's show choir for the first time, and had made friends with a new guy one year our senior who was also in slow choir. I knew before I met him that he was gay, because V told me. This guy can be called E. One day, he sits at our lunch table and I'm not really paying attention to his conversation with V, I'm just eating my lunch. But then I look up and my first thought when I see him is "eyebrows" because he has really thick eyebrows and then "wow he's actually really cute." He was the first person I was attracted to in over 2 years. I proceed to ask V all about him while admiring him from afar for several months. At this point its nothing more than attraction because I've never really had a conversation with him. Then, in the spring, I volunteered at the show choir competition my school hosted. I ended up talking to him (yay), and he hugs me within minutes of meeting me. One of the first things I ever say to him is "I like your eyebrows." Things are slightly awkward, because I'm an awkward person, and so is he, but it's pleasant. Unfortunately I don't get to spend too much time with him because we both had things we needed to do and there was A LOT of drama that night not involving either of us.

After that point we would talk occasionally but never really got to know each other, UNTIL fall of my junior year and his senior year. By this point I had a crush, but it wasn't more than that and I didn't feel we knew each other well enough to warrant me telling him my feelings. We were both in the fall musical. At auditions, we were friendly. Except he asked me about J, a guy one year younger than me, who was also just as gay as both me and E. The way he asked me "Who is that?" I knew, immediately, that he was attracted to J. He sounded exactly like I did when I first asked V about E after seeing him for the first time.

Regardless, E and me talked a lot more during rehearsals, though we usually kept our conversations light in topic. We flowed well, and he was just as physically affectionate as I was. After a few weeks, I see him cuddling with J during rehearsal, and a friend informs me they started dating. I asked them both questions about how it started—a Snapchat story, go figure. At first I was jealous, but I saw how happy E seemed, and that was all that mattered. But I didn't really know J, like at all other than his name, so I started spending as much time as I could with the both of them. They were a cute couple, I have to admit, but they always did PDA because of J's homophobic family. They only ever saw each other at school.

The first time I talked to J without E there, we bonded. I don't remember over what. The next time, we were alone because I pulled him aside after he made a dirty joke that I honestly couldn't tell if he meant (he did. It was hilarious, and I told him up-front that I wanted to be friends with him. He enthusiastically agreed.) The time after that, it was because I decided he should know about my feelings for E. I didn't want him to potentially find out later on and think I was trying to steal his boyfriend. He was amazingly mature. He said he felt bad for taking E from me when I had liked him longer, but I assured him that E didn't belong to me by any means and besides, J made E happy and that was all I cared about. I think I was already in love with E by this point but I didn't know it yet. J and I joked about my feelings for E whenever we were alone. We got along really well and it was a great time.

One time I cuddled with them, and it was nice, and when E had to get up J and I kept cuddling and talked about how much we both just wanted E to be happy. It was really nice.

And then, closer to the opening night of the show when the set was being built and there were more places to be out of sight, something strange happened. Now, earlier when I said PDA I meant they made out in front of others frequently, and the first time they did anything sexual with each other was in a well-known security camera blind spot in the upstairs math hall after all the teachers had gone home. I know that because J and E (mostly J) liked to tell me about their sex life. In fact, I knew more about their relationship than most people probably did.

So we were backstage one day, when E wasn't needed on-stage much despite playing a main character. There were two prop chairs between the three of us. J sat on E's lap on the chair that had a higher back and I sat as close to them as I could in an office chair. They weren't kissing or anything, just talking.

It was innocent, at first. But then J started working E up, if you know what I mean. It wasn't really uncomfortable for me, because J somehow made me feel ~included~ in their activities. He would whisper something lewd to E, who would blush or say something back, and then would tell me about how affected E was, how hard he was. At some point I think E mentioned not wanting to come in his pants, but I'm not sure. I kinda forced myself not to look into this event after it happened, so the details are a bit fuzzy. Eventually, E made J stop because he had to go on stage soon and didn't want to have a boner while pretending to be straight. J and I talked afterwards, but I don't remember what about, and it was never mentioned between us again. I'm fairly sure that J was a bit of an exhibitionist, and that E wasn't really one but wasn't opposed to what J was doing, either.

Honestly, in hindsight, I'm not sure what to think about this, because I was always so certain they both viewed me 100% platonically, but then they included me in their "sexytimes" without hesitation. In fact, at one point a plan was in place for me to room with them on an overnight trip so that they could do the do without making their roommate uncomfortable. They were both fully aware that I was probably the only person who didn't mind their PDA, and that sentiment may seem incongruous for a love triangle such as this, but I never questioned it. I loved E selflessly, and so it made me happy to see him happy, no matter what—or who—was doing so. Also, I think perhaps I was crushing on J at some point, but I'm not sure. These screenshots are of me explaining the event to a very close friend a few days ago after the shock wore off that I hadn't told her about it as soon as it happened.

At some point, a mutual good friend of mine and E's, who we'll call A, hosted a party for the cast of our musical. I'm not sure if this was before or after the casual exhibitionism incident, but I'm inclined to think it was before.

This party did not involve alcohol of any kind because theatre kids don't need any to make a party unique, wild, and totally unforgettable. It was small, with maybe 20 people at its peak. E and I were there and J was not, because his family thoroughly sucked ass. Anyway, at that party E told me he was in love with J, and wanted to marry him some day. I, obviously, thought that was kinda crazy to say after knowing each other for two months, but I held my tongue because E smiled so widely when he said it. Later that same night, everyone was sitting around a fire, playing a game somewhat similar to truth or dare. Due to a lack of seating, E ended up sitting on my lap for most of the game, which lasted over an hour, my hands around his waist. It was very nice, and when he got up he laughed and said he forgot he was sitting on my lap. He forgot little things like that a lot. I always found it endearing.

Then the show performed and then it was over, and I didn't get to talk to E again until a few months later, and I never talked to J again. Unlike most teens, I do not talk to people online /through text unless I already know them super super well. I hate getting to know people over text. By the time I see E again, because he's the student assistant in my choir class that semester, he and J have broken up. It was messy, and E is hurt. They're on-again-off-again for several months, but I can never forgive J for hurting E, not when he had talked about only wanting E to be happy. Despite that, I wish I could have spent more time with J. He was a good person, but he and E had a toxic relationship after the honeymoon stage, I think because J simply was not ready to be in a serious relationship. (A agrees with me fully on this.)

So E talks with me and a mutual "friend" (we're all friendly but I wouldn't consider this person a friend. Funnily enough, he also had a crush on E at some point, and we bonded over this. Funny how that happens.) about his relationship, and the things he says raise some red flags about J (including J doing something E didn't like during sex and then not stopping when E asked him to. I was very very angry at this but tried not to show it). It became clear to me that their relationship was toxic, but I didn't feel like I could do anything about it. In hindsight, I should have known their relationship was doomed a lot sooner.

Specifically, there was one point during the musical that J had to resolve things with his ex, who was a friend of mine (who I didn't know was queer and wasn't supposed to until E accidentally let it slip.) While J and his ex talked, I cuddled with E and reassured him that everything would be ok. He was convinced that J would cheat on him or get back with his ex. This lack of trust should have been a sign for me, but I didn't realize it until much, much later. I was focused on comforting E at the time and J couldn't have been farther from my mind.

Then, after E and J got back together again for the last time, covid happened, and school closed. I haven't spoken to E since, and no one knows what's going on with J. The only thing anyone knows is that they're not together anymore, and from what I can tell, they're not in contact at all and aren't going to get together again. E graduated, J is at a different school, and despite everything, I miss both of them.

Every day, I pass by a photo of E and A in the hallway of my school, and my heart swells, and I feel like crying. A graduated too, and she's moving thousands of miles away at the end of October for college. E is still living in our town, going to community college, but I never get to see him.

Our school is doing a fall play instead of a musical this year, and E and A are coming to visit and see a rehearsal before A moves away. It could be one of the last times, if not the last time, I get to see either of them. I'm going to tell E about my feelings, because for the first time since I realized my feelings for him were not skin-deep, he's single and not recovering from a nasty breakup. I'm not expecting him to return my feelings, but I'm expecting surprise. I've been very careful up to this point to keep my feelings from him—I thought it would be selfish to tell him when he wasn't emotionally available. A loves the idea—apparently she thinks someone confessing feelings for her after years would be sweet—but I know that if someone did that to me I might not be so happy. I would be shocked and surprised first, and then my reaction after that would depend on the person.

Also, to complicate all of this, I'm trans and he has expressed confusion about that before (poor guy is uneducated in that department, but not bigoted and certainly better than some gay men can be, but I still have no clue if my trans status would deter him from having feelings for me)

My feelings for this guy are deeper than anything I've ever felt before. I really love him, and I know that I'll regret it forever if I never tell him. His visit feels like it's as close to the right time as I'm gonna get, and it might be my last chance on top of that. I don't need him to return my feelings, but I need to know that I did everything I could to take my chances.

TL;DR: I'm a gay idiot but I'm finally gonna tell him how I feel

[kopikokun]

Hello bub ❤❤❤ From today you'll experience the feeling of having an older sister! I have an older brother but I've always wanted a younger sister, so I think it's perfect! you said you're the oldest, how many siblings do you have? No darling! why don't you appreciate your talent? believe me that your writing is fantastic! If not, do you think I and the other followers/anons will say you what we tell you? no, of course! ➡���

You should believe more in your qualities, of course there's always room to improve, but you're already pretty good! I  know, I hate having so many ideas but little time to realize them! Cutie, everything you write is like a soft caress for my sometimes overburdened soul, so don't worry! I write a little bit of everything??? One shot (various from fantasy to noir to comic etc) but I also enjoy FF, they're among my favorite things to write! ➡️

I was watching One spring Night, I need to admit I'm a HOPELESS ROMANTIC GIRL so these kind of dramas kill me every single time! Yeah, I saw your previous ask! Actually I watched the movie when it came out and I was "meh" but a lot of people told me the anime was TOTALLY different and I've put into my list of "stuff I ABSOLUTELY need to watch" lol but as you know it I don't have time 😣😣 I love anime and manga too! ➡️

My favourite too far are: Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Hagane no Renkinjutsushi, Cardcaptore Sakura, Devil May Cry... I'm a old school, do you have something to suggest??? 😍 How are you feeling today?? I hope dizziness is gone for real and you feel a lot better cc try not to overwork yourself, okay? Big sister's order!!!! Talking about school I got it, but I'm slightly worried about it since you said it's a small school with a lot of student. If someone plays dumb just hit him with a bat 😡😡😡 ➡️

In Italy things are going "meh", since a lot of people underestimate the problem and the other part is crazy about it. In some regions the numbers of positive is above the 2 digits so yeah, I hope people will learn something and STAY FRICKING SAFE. Your fruits' display actually did its job and here I am, again, to annoy you lol. Joking, hope you'll stay happy with my asks and if I'm being annoying just say it u.u love you, lil sister ❤❤❤❤❤

my dream is finally becoming a reality 🥺 i have two younger siblings! they’re both such a handful and are the only two people who can make me so annoyed that i see red lol

and thank you for being so incredibly sweet! i obviously do have my moments where i’m proud with my work,, but i feel like i’m bragging if i just outright say it? you gotta stay humble ykyk 😌and i feel like keeping humble, like you said, opens the gateway for improvement? regardless, your kind words are really appreciated since i don’t share my writings with any of my irls (except for one of them who follows this acc on and off) so hearing all this praise makes me really want to experiment more with my writing and get better at it too (also the compliments lowkey stroke my ego,, but we won’t talk about that)

and that’s also impressive how you write so many kinds of different stuff? i usually just stick to teen fic centred content because i’m too scared to venture into fantasy/historical/action/crime which is ironic considering my favourite book series is a fantasy one. which also reminds me, what’s your favourite genre to read and do you have a favourite book?

and i actually really debated watching one spring night because jung hae in is in it and i LOVE him but nam joo hyuk and kwak dong yeon will forever be my top favs 🤩 is it any good??? 

i’ve never seen the live action avatar but i know it’s infamous for being an absolute disgrace dhsgdhf i might watch it just to see how they butchered my babes though lol and i really recommend atla! it’s lighthearted and although it’s meant for a young audience, i still really enjoy it (or maybe i’m immature lol) i hope you get time to not just watch it, but to do whatever else you desire, sis 🥺

i’ve actually been meaning to watch full metal alchemist too, since i’ve heard a lot of good things about it. as for recs... if you like comedy or slice of life, Saiki K is really good. i cried over it even though nothing remotely sad happened. if you like action, Attack On Titan and Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer are amazing! Boku No Hero Academia and Haikyu! are good too, even though some may say they’re overrated. Devilman Crybaby and A Silent Voice will definitely make you cry. i don’t watch much romance/shojo now? but i remember loving Nisekoi and Hyouka. i’ve watched a bit of the remastered Fruits Basket but ehh, romance isn’t really my thing right now? i've never watched the Yona Of The Dawn anime, but I’m 100 chapters into the manga and i love it so far! i haven’t watched any old school anime actually lol but i have quite a few of them i want to watch soon. sorry, i really went off huh?

i feel much better now thanks to you!! i actually went for my first day of school today after being in quarantine for so long and thankfully it went really really well! i hope things get better in italy soon. i hate it when people take stuff like this lightly like, hello? just because it hasn’t affected you or anyone around you, does not mean that you’re safe from it? people are just... :| sometimes.

and i’m glad you’re back! i’m the one who should be sorry for saying so much hdfhdgs since you ate healthily last time, here are some sweets for you: 🍧🍡🎂🍮🍨🧁

[defunctzombie]

Greetings, sorry for the sudden ask, ummm.... Can you summarize tamago no hi volume 3 please~~? I've read the translation for vol 3 chap 1&2 but I can't seem to find anything beyond that and I'm dying to know what happens after Weiss proposing to platin for them to disappear from the rests for a week.

Okay. I don’t know if you have access to any pictures or not, so I’ll just repost the summary of the whole book I wrote a few years ago. I was at one point working on the spinoff of this title Gravitation (and summarizing bits of this to at least get the story out there; this isn’t my title), but I got hit with the worst luck in the world and developed a lot of medical issues and had to put translating on hold. But I can at least give you an idea of what’s going on with this story. :D

(I apologize in advance if I’m not romanizing the names the same way as you are used to, or if this summary is a little different that what you’ve read.)

Tamago 3 starts right at the end of Tamago 2. In vol 2, after the mermaids, there’s a chapter about Jade. That little baby he picked up (back in the first volume I think) is still following him around and calling him mama. After a big monster fight, Weiss asks Jade to make a contract with her. But something happens, and his egg like, explodes. Or says he’s dead.

Volume 3 opens with them scrambling to get Jade back to the egg source. They teleport using Platin’s power and get there, but Platin collapses from the strain (this is important for later). Jade’s egg is either healed or replaced, thanks to the little baby, and there’s a little ‘good-bye’ moment. :( He comes back out of the egg tank looking like an older man. He makes his promise with Weiss, and is turned out to be a silver wolf (that looks EXACTLY like Koma from Yami ni Toge, tee hee). Platin is worn out, and keeps out of the next monster fight, but wakes up and says “Where is Jade? Who’s this old guy?” and there are some laughs. This is where the 4koma I put on tumblr is from. (When I find the post, I’ll link it here.)

The last 2/3 of the book are a storyline called Privacy. Remember how when Or met Weiss, he thought she was his dead mentor? Well we get to see a little more of that story. The group is having a battle, when Platin seems more worn out than usual. Or is helping him when a monster attacks, but Weiss steps in the way triggering a flashback of Hori, Or’s mentor. We see that Or was basically a suicidal hellion, but Hori made friends with him and ended up giving his life to save Or. Meanwhile, Platin storms off.

Weiss finds Platin in a hot spring, and because she’s a nut ball, rips off her clothes and joins him. She gets freaked out when she sees blood in the water, and runs over to Platin thinking he’s injured. In one of the funniest panels in the book, Weiss feels Platin all over and discovers that he “doesn’t have one”. (You know, down there. XD ) Just as Jade shows up thinking he’s going to catch a peek at Weiss bathing, Platin transports himself and Weiss away to his secret place, the lake where he was born.

Platin tries to swim away and hide, but Weiss demands an explanation (you know, about the lack of certain parts and bloody water). He says no and buzz off, she says she’ll just go tell everyone that Platin is really a woman. Platin explains that’s not the case, but he admits he gets a period and had to get away from where the others were because they would be able to smell the blood. (Remember kiddies, Japan is not afraid of making period jokes on TV or in comics.)

After Jade can’t find Weiss, he goes back and tells the others. He shows them a bloody piece of Platin’s clothing, and of course Or freaks out thinking they were attacked. Or guesses that Platin used his power to teleport them away to safety in Platin’s homeland, and the crew decide to go after them. Or has to ride on Atrum’s back, though, because he never made a promise with Weiss and couldn’t transform (there’s something about promising Hori here, and how they all question why Or lives if Hori died).

There’s a flashback to how Or and Platin met at Platin’s home lake. Platin is drawn without a mask, and looks like a prettier Rakamu (from Doku no Aji). Or notices his purple eyes, and passes out from an injury, noting that his first words to Platin were “beautiful”. Platin explains to Weiss that he is NOT female, but instead an XXY male. There are no women in the dragon species, only XY and XXY. XXY can get pregnant, but there aren’t very many of them (something like one every 20 years). Platin knows that he’s going to be attacked by the XY dragons, and right on cue one does.

The XYs name is Mercury, and he and Platin seem to know each other, like maybe they fought before. Mercury insists that he will take Platin’s first child, but Platin adamantly refuses and they fight. At first, Mercury thinks Platin is refusing because he likes Weiss, but then Or and the others show up. Or wants to know what’s going on, with that creepy Naono smile that says “tell me or you’ll get it”. Mercury starts taunting, realizing that Platin likes Or. Or tells Platin that Platin belongs to him, while at the same time Mercury says “you are my woman”.

Or gets wide-eyed, and says “woman?” right before Mercury knocks Or’s skull open. It sets Platin off into a rage, and Platin agrees to battle Mercury in a few days (for some reason Mercury is perfectly fine with waiting). Meanwhile, Weiss and the others retreat to take care of Or. Once he’s back awake, Weiss explains the whole deal. Or seems depressed, and goes to talk to Platin in Platin’s lake. Platin initially refuses to come out, until Or orders him. Or wants to know why he kept all this a secret, and Platin says it has noting to do with him because they can’t be mates. Or agrees that it’s probably not possible, but the whole time his mind is lamenting how he can’t be with Platin anymore. He notes that their last words were that they can’t be together.

Or then goes into a slump, staring out the window like he’s lost. Jade wonders why they’re just sitting around when Platin could be getting killed, to which Or answers that it’s not any of their business because they’re not dragons and this is what Platin wanted. Weiss flips out, questioning Or if it’s fine for Mercury to rape Platin, and that Or is seriously thick headed if he could go all these years without realizing how Platin felt. Or snaps and says he can’t give Platin a child so he has no right to be by his side. Weiss and Jade squabble over Gaito having babies, and Weiss starts flipping on Jade for forgetting about Rouge, her son (see volume 1). Atrum steps in and reminds her that it’s Gaito -men- who can’t have babies. Or remarks that it doesn’t matter anyway, because Platin is a dragon. Jade makes a comment about how Platin can’t do it anyway because he has no parts (I love the new Jade).

Weiss reminds Or that having babies shouldn’t matter because the two love each other, and Or remembers how he made Platin cover his eyes so that he’d be safe while they travel (I guess purple eyes are rare and can cause trouble). Or admits that Platin is his everything, and the group transport off to save him.

When they get there, they find Platin half dead and about to lose, because Platin absolutely refuses to mate with Mercury. Mercury starts taunting Or (before realizing he is there) and how Platin is weak for holding onto someone who just left him. Mercury says that Or has no right to interfere in the dragons’ affairs, when Or speaks up and tells him he’s right. But he does have a right to interfere in Platin’s affairs, and changes into a golden bird. Turns out he was able to make a promise with Weiss because she got Hori’s egg (I think, it’s a little vague). After a battle, Mercury admits defeat and leaves. Platin is shocked, but grateful. Weiss then reminds him that he is loved.

Two weeks later, Weiss is looking for Platin and finds him being spoon fed by Or. Or is very lovey-dovey now, and Platin is a little embarrassed. Weiss wants to talk to Platin in private, but Or says no, telling her that there are no more secrets between the two. So Weiss blurts out that Platin is pregnant. She goes into a long winded talk about how Platin was still female when Or saved him, and that Gaito sperm are some kind of super sperm that can conceive with other Gaito and dragon people (and there’s an actual drawing of sperm and eggs, more crazy Naono humor). Needless to say the boys are all stunned, except Or who just goes over to Platin and takes off his blindfold. Platin admits it’s true because he didn’t revert back to male right away, and Or just hugs him in what has got to be the cutest panel ever. He then says that above all else, he’s thankful for Platin being alive.

The book ends with some humor, with Weiss calling the two “mamatomo”, kind of translates into mama buddies, and Platin revealing that the baby will take 3 years to be born. They leave to return to Weiss’ hometown, this time making Jade carry all Platin’s luggage. When Jade complains, one of them says “What? Elderly abuse?”. Atrum comments that Weiss smells good, and she blushes and yells that it’s only the soap.

So the two oneshots “Tamago No…” and “Tamago no Hanashi” probably make a lot more sense now. I kind of like how nowhere in the book is it mentioned that the two slept together, just BAM! pregnant. Reminds me of a Disney movie, except with men. XD