#except for a few peices

[caeunot]

Can you do a friends to lovers fic for johnnie with them being super touchy as friends

i love this !! thank you for also being my first ever ask<3

johnnie guilbert x reader

you and johnnie have been friends for a few months now, you two became close quite fast since you both have similar interests and world views. you didn't have a youtube channel of your own but you loved making lil cameos in johnnies vids or even jakes since you love eating almost as much as he does.

you were hanging out with jake and johnnie with a few other of their friends like jc and scuff, you guys had been out the whole day and you were exhausted. as you made it to the couch you slumped next to johnnie and complained about how tired you were, "im sure it's fine if you lie down for a bit" he said, you nodded and lay down on johnnies lap using it as a pillow. at first he looked a bit confused but he soon relaxed and started gently playing with your hair while still talking to the others.

your friends definitely noticed how touchy you two were, but to be honest your love language was touch and it was painfully obvious, so no one over thought when you were extra affectionate towards johnnie. when the two of you were together you would often fix his hair or if a peice of his clothing was folded you would fix, sometimes the two of you would even cuddle depending on the circumstances.

you didn't intend to actually fall asleep but you did, and when you eventually did wake up you felt a soft blanket on top of you, you then looked around and realized that everyone was gone. well everyone except johnnie. he was still on the couch with one hand on your waist the other on his phone.

"hey sleepyhead you finally awake?" you sat up and rubbed your eyes, "why did u let me fall asleep that's so embarrassing.. how long has it been" you say anxiously as you can see it's become dark outside. "only 4 hours" he says with a smug face, making you roll your eyes.

you dramatically fell forward into his shoulder, "four fucking hours" you mutter through his shirt. he puts his phone down and let his hands run through the hair by your shoulders before slowly pushing you up to face him. "everyone was already tired and left soon after you fell asleep and I didn't mind at all okay? I promise it's fine" he says with a reassuring smile.

you appreciate his words but demand that you do something for him in return, as your looking into his eyes you then decided what it is, "can I remove your makeup for you? as like a thank you!" he makes a confused face (which reminded you of a puppy). "you don't have to do anything, makeup wipes take basically a minute to use there's really no need"

but your mind had already been made, plus since you were staying over for the night you had brought all your skincare and decided to give him a mini facial.

you sat down on the side of their bathtub and johnnie sat down next to you, you took out a wipe and started removing the makeup. you then held his cheek in your other hand so that his face can be more stable. when your done you let him splash his face with water and you take out your foaming cleanser. to do this you sat even closer to him, basically feeling his breath as you took your hands and gently massaged the cleanser into his face.

"i don't think you could be a professional with those nails, like your so close to poking my eyes out" he says after you finished, he noticed your facial expressions change, "but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it" he says almost defensively.

as you finish off with moisturizer you can see he's on the verge of falling asleep, you knew you were done but a part of you didn't want this to end. "hey johnnie there's ooone more thing to do okay?" he nods and let's you lead him towards his room. "you can just sit down on your bed" you say confidently, as if there was an actual need for any of this. johnnie is that exhausted to the point where he is just mindlessly following your instructions, which made what you were going to do a whole lot easier.

when he sat down you also started yawning yourself, as if you didn't just come out of a nap but anyways. you took his hairbrush from his side tables and sat down next to him. without saying a word you started to brush his hair while gently moving it around. "are you having fun" he says, scrunching his face up slightly.

once you finished and put the brush down you decided to be a little more forward and leaned back against the end of the bed while gently moving johnnie so that he's laying on your chest. he didn't say a word until you started brushing your fingers through his hair, this time you moved it in a way where your long nails were massaging him and he accidentally let out a small whimper.

he immediately got embarrassed and sat up. "shit sorry I know you didn't mean it that way I'm just exhausted and it felt really good'". you noticed that from those words the tension between the two of you seem to change. "hey it's okay, just come sit back down". he bites his lip in slight hesitation but he then goes and sits back down in his original spot.

you massaged his head gently for a bit longer before slowly moving yourself lower to where you faced him on the pillow. "the spare room is so far away, can I just sleep here tonight?" without responding, johnnie slips his arm around your waist and tucks himself gently against your chest. "yes please".

❣

[sunny-flake]

wait omg analysis time bc I am LOSING my mind

I wanted to start with these two, because in the broad image they are looking at each other

In HW, only one song is played ever, and I feel like he may be a bit lost on trying to join in, and is looking to Four for help. Four has notices this, but doesn't understand why he's looking at him. Probably?

LEGEND. LEGENDLEGENDLEGEND LEG. THE LAD. Excuse me as I just- OMG HES USING ONE OF THE LA INSTRUMENTS ANAKAMSKKFJRJJDJD

Aside from that, he looks OVERJOYED to be able to play one of those instruments, and is just having a wonderful time. Good for you bud :)

These two made me laugh, bc I know that Twi had to probably go off onto the woods or something and come back to join in the only musical way he knows. To which Wind, who probably here still knows Twi & Wolfy as two different people. Confused small bean <3

SKYYYYYY THE BOYYYY!!!! In past comics, Sky has said that playing the harp helps remind him of Zelda, and whatever they are playing seems to give good memories

ALSO ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE WIND? Throughout the peice there seems to be wind going to the left. You can see this especially in Hyrule. But for Sky, ONLY HE, has a strong wind going to the right. Not sure what that implies but it's cool

I know I've already seen a few things talking about time and how he has the Zora guitar from MM, which I do think it's cool because it implies that Time still has the MM masks on him.

Not much to say about Hyrule, except for the fact you can see the wind I was talking about earlier, and I like the fact that he's playing a recorder, not a Flute, a flute would've gone to the side

Finally we have Wild, who is instrument-less and the audience XD

Petition to have Wild get out a bunch of stakes and some mallets and just be percussion in the bg lmao. No other words here

I imagine the Spirit of Cadence of Hyrule Link is smiling down of everybody

[josnhoes]

Platonic!Yan batfam with young adult reader. Part 2

[Part one]

Note: Reader is 18-22 years old. Gn reader

Content warning: being treated like a child, being looked down on, stalking, obsessions, soft yandere but still a yandere, reader has memory issues and it's ambiguous as to why, drugging, mentioned abduction, delusional batfam, batfam as a whole basically view you as a child younger then Damien despite you being older

Focuses on Tim Drake

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For the following week you'd noticed one or a few of the bat brood following you in the evenings. You weren't sure *why*, but it did make you feel a bit safer so you didn't complain. It was Gotham, any sense of safety was welcome.

The small book shop and coffee place you worked at didn't get a ton of customers. It was a hole in the wall style place, sometimes it got new customers but a majority we're regulars. There were also a few college students who used the late hours to buy a single coffee, then use the free wifi to do class work. Today's shift had you on coffee duty.

The bell chimed, signaling a customer or what you *hoped* was a customer. You looked up and were flabbergasted to see Timothy Drake, the co-ceo of Wayne enterprises. Normally you didn't pay much attention to CEOs of anything, but the Waynes were like the poster family for Gotham. One way or another you learned their faces and the names.

As he approached the counter you did your best to smile and not seem nervous. "Hello sir can I help you today?"

The look he gave you almost seemed to be taking you apart peice by peice; assessing you down to your soul. "I'll take a large coffee and as many shots of espresso as you can legally give me. For here."

You supposed today was going to be one of those™️ days. "Of course sir. Feel free to sit where ever you like. Would you like something to eat too?"

"No thanks." He seemed to soften now and once you gave the total he paid with a nice tip. Though he chose the spot closest to you to work. Probably because that was the best area for wifi signal you supposed.

You got his order out fast since it looked like he needed caffeine more then oxygen at this point. As you placed the drink down you had the urge to talk to him but decided against it.

Tim had been having a trying week. He could balance his nightlife and the company fairly well; but the addition of you had been a problem. He didn't know what it was about you that pulled him and his family in. He'd gone over your entire life that he could find multiple times now, and nothing ever changed. No secret identity, no shady acts, aside from some strange tumblr activity you were clear. Mind you all activity on tumblr was weird as he came to see. The entire batfam either made accounts just to follow you, the ones had them already followed you too.

The family adored you and he...was no exception. He tried to be, the way his family was spiraling and for one civilian was alarming. But he couldn't fight it. You were special. You *needed* them to keep you safe. You obviously couldn't be trusted to do it on your own, just today you forgot to lock your home.

While yes it made putting the cameras in your home easier, it also meant that you could have gotten robbed or worse. You'd admitted to being spacey at times online, made a joke of it but it was dangerous.

He finally took the time to sip on the coffee. It was good, better than most places he had. You clearly knew your way around the machine. Would you make him coffee in the mornings? Tell him to have a good day as you called him your favorite big brother? He needed to know.

The more he watched you, the more he worried for you. What if you got hurt? Not even in a rogue attack but in general. You obviously cooked for yourself, and cleaned. Knives and chemicals? Too dangerous for his baby sibling, and he hated knowing if something *did* happen you might be alone.

He'd speed up the family's preparations for you. You'd fight them at first so they had to prepare a special room. But you'd see how well they cared for you, how much they all loved you, and everything they could provide. Hopefully the room will be ready soon.

[calypsocolada]

CAPTAIN | r. zoro

synopsis: the captain of the hockey team really gets on your nerves. authors note: hi! i'm back from the dead to offer this fic! i saw a tik tok and got inspired. it was a sports au of hockey player zoro and I was obsessed and wrote this! hope you guys like :) might write a part two since I really like this pairing. also was thinking of doing a series where all the one peice characters play different kinds of sports :)

cw: sports au!, hockey player zoro, not proofread, slightly suggestive wc: 3.5k

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You would venture to say you're a pretty reasonable person. You never got angry easily, or upset. You kept it together pretty well usually. 

Usually.

Today… Well, today was an exception. Actually it was always an exception when Rorona Zoro was in the rink. He was one of those rowdy hockey players that you would mostly ignore. You worked at the ice rink on weekends and most of the time you got lucky. The players would either be at away games or out partying on weekends. But not Roronoa Zoro. If you could say one nice thing about him it was that he is dedicated to his craft. You had the displeasure of being stuck talking with him and a few of his hockey buddies one day. Who knew this one day would taint the rest of the times you saw him.

His hockey friends were desperate, you’d think they’d never talked to a human woman before in their life the way they pounced on you. Asking you tons of questions about your life, if you had someone, who was your type, did you fancy anyone. By the time they were done asking you felt as though it was an interrogation. You were about to tell them you had to get back to work when suddenly Zoro spoke first.

“Leave the girl alone.” He’d walked out of the showers, his green hair damp and messy. “She clearly doesn’t like being interrogated.” He grumbles. The rest of the team sighs but they listen to the green haired man, leaving you be. You watch as they head back towards the showers, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Thanks.” You had said, he shrugged.

“You should learn to speak up for yourself, rink girl.” He says and before you can respond he’s gone back towards the locker room.

Asshole.

After that you didn’t even spare him a glance, let alone a moment of your time. When he’d check in you’d slide the clipboard over to him not even looking up. It was a bit petty but you felt slightly vindictive towards him. Maybe not entirely towards him but also the company he keeps. His other hockey friends are atrocious to be around. They stare and ask for your number and try to eat lunch with you and just bother you relentlessly. Also despite them all claiming to have interest in you they call you rink girl because of Zoro even though your name is on a tag on the front of your shirt.

Days like today were no different. Once again two of the players were at your desk, asking about your day and pretending to care.

“Still no guy?” The blond one asks, you never learned their names since they didn’t care to learn yours. You clicked your pen, you had paperwork to do and were in a particularly bad mood. 

“Still no girl?” You snap, the blond one pouts but the brunette one snorts a laugh.

“I see why Captain likes you so much.” The blond one mutters under his breath. You barely hear it, your brows furrowing.

“What?”

“Dude… shut up.” The brunette intercepts, knocking the blond in the back of the head. The familiar ding of the front door sounded as Zoro entered the building. “Oh shit… let’s go, hurry!” The blond gasps, you watch the two players practically sprint and trip over each other to get away from your desk. You furrow your brows as Zoro clears his throat. It makes you jump.

“Jesus!” You gasp.

“No, it’s Roronoa.” He says as he watches you place a hand over your heart, the other grabbing the clipboard for him to sign. 

“Ha-ha.” You mock, sliding it to him. For the first time in a while you look at him. It’s cold out so he’s bundled up slightly, his cheeks lightly dusted pink from the cold. He’s almost… handsome? You never really noticed. You can’t look away… well until his eyes meet yours. You look away quickly as he clicks the pen and places it on the clipboard, sliding it back to you. When you reach to grab it back your fingers just barely grace his hand. He’s warm, despite just being out in the cold. You clear your throat, pulling your hand away quickly, busying yourself with your paperwork again. 

“Hey,” He says as your hand pauses and you slowly look up at him. He looks at you for a moment, as though he’s trying to read something on your face.

“What?” You ask, slightly concerned that he’s lingering at your desk more than usual.

“I saw those two idiots talking to you.” He says and you're not sure if it’s a question or a statement so you nod your head. His jaw tenses as he sighs heavily. “Are they bothering you?” He asks. You stare at him for a moment, trying to read his face to know whether or not he was messing with you. He was infinitely serious.

“No. I can take care of myself.” You say with a tad bit of venom in your voice. He nods his head, the look in his eyes unreadable.

“Good.” He says and with that walks towards the locker room without another word. You watch him go, very confused. 

A few hours pass as you walk back to your desk after lunch. The players are leaving for the day, some of them wave at you and you wave back halfheartedly. When the blond and brunette from earlier today pass they walk past you like wounded dogs, very clearly avoiding looking in your direction. Zoro isn’t with him curiously and as it gets later you see he’s the only one who hasn’t checked out and since the rink is closing soon you sigh and hop up from your chair. You walk into the locker room first, silence fills as you poke your head around the corner. Sure enough his locker is open and full of his stuff. You make your way towards the rink you know he’s in there before you even catch sight of him. You hear the sound of his hockey stick smacking against the puck sending it flying through the air, it swishes into the net with ease. A perfect shot. He hasn’t noticed you watching as he sails across the ice to retrieve the puck and set up again for another drill. He’d gotten much better in the months he practiced here. He played like a possessed man, much different from the person you watched practice months and months ago. Not that you knew anything about hockey but there was a reason this man was the captain. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Zoro calls out to you. You jump again for the second time again, blowing out a breath, holding your heart again. “Someone’s jumpy.” He mumbles as he lines up a shot, sending it sailing down the ice into the goal. You clear your throat.

“We close in six minutes.” You call out to him coldly, turning. 

“Hey,” He calls out to you. You're not sure why but you pause, turning as he skates to you, the only thing shielding him from you was a thick piece of acrylic glass that spanned the entirety of the ring. “You play?” He asks as you furrow your brows.

“Hockey?” You ask, looking up at him. Was he always this damn tall? He nods his head, reaching up and wiping sweat from his brow. You scoff, slightly amused.

“No.” You answer and his eyes travel from your own down your body then slowly, agonizingly slowly back to your eyes. You're blushing by the time he meets your eyes again.

“Think you can block me?” He asks and you stare at him incredulously, it takes you a long moment to answer. 

“W-what?” You question, he cocks his head, smirking down at you. 

“I said… Do you think you could block me?”

“I heard you.” You sigh. “And no… I don’t think I could block you.”

“Why not?” He asks, leaning against the glass.

“B-because you're like eight foot tall and hundreds of pounds.”

“Ouch… you make me sound like a monster.” He tsks, still with that grin on his lips.

“You are… you're huge.” You say and a second later your words cause you to blush and look away.

“Uh huh.” Zoro hummed, laughing slightly. You swallow, clearing your throat. “Put on some skates, Y/n, if you can’t guard me I’ll need a goalie.”

“We’re closing, in fact we're probably closed already.” You say as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Hmm… didn’t take you for the scared type.” He says, slowly skating towards the puck.

“I…” You stutter, scoffing a laugh. “Am not scared.” You finish as he shoots you a look, a challenging one. It was stupid really. Stupid that you found yourself sliding into skates and sailing right towards him in the rink. “Fuck,” You curse, not able to stop as you practically crash right into him. But it’s more like hitting a damn wall, he barely budges and grabs you before you can go down. “Sorry.” You breathe out, his hands are on your hips, stabilizing you, your hands on his shoulders trying to keep your balance. 

“You can’t even skate?”

“I just haven’t done it in a long time.” You say feeling a rush of something entirely out of your control when his hands slowly let you go. “I’m fine,” You say, testing the waters as you skate around a tad bit. He watches you like a hawk and when it looks like you're about to go down he’s there in seconds, those big hands back on your hips. 

“I think it’s safe to say I’ve won this game before we even started.” He says with a slight laugh as he slides off his jacket. You shake your head vehemently. 

“Nuh uh! I just-- need to warm up, that’s all.” You say, staring at the ground as your hands grip his forearms.

“Here,” He says, placing his jacket on your shoulders, it smells like him, like something warm and woodsy. You slide your arms through the sleeves. “Look up,” He says. A moment later your eyes find his, something sparks between you, your stomach doing a flip. “Don’t stare at your feet as you skate.” He directs as you nod your head, not trusting yourself to speak and not mess up your words. Slowly he starts skating backwards, holding you as you keep up with his pace. Slowly you fall back into your old routine, able to skate on your own. 

“See… told ya’.” You say a bit cockily, almost falling again but catching yourself. Zoro smiles softly, shaking his head. You could crash looking at the smile alone. You force yourself to look away. “So… how do we play?” You ask as Zoro grabs and tosses his stick to you, you catch it with ease. 

“We’ll play for five minutes, if you can score one goal on me you win.”

“I thought I was gonna play goalie?” You ask.

“I’d rather me get hit with pucks than you.” He says, warmth spreads through you at that, so you don’t answer him. He reaches and zips up your jacket before skating towards the goal. He turns to face you, crouching slightly, nodding his head to you. Game on, you guessed. 

You skated a few feet before hitting the puck hard. It sails and misses the goal by at least a couple feet. Zoro laughs.

“You’re trying right? That wasn’t even anywhere close.” He mocks as you skate to grab the puck.

“I don’t even know if I’m holding his damned thing right!” You call out, shaking his stick at him. 

“You’re not.” he says and you huff.

You hit the puck again and again and again. A few times you made it close to Zoro but he just batted it away with ease. You weren’t sure how much time passed before you were hitting the puck again, missing, the force of the hit making you lose your balance and slam onto the ice. You lay sprawled out on the ice as Zoro skates over quickly to your side. You took the opportunity to hit the puck where you laid and slowly it glided into the goal.

“She shoots! She scores!” You cheer from the ground as Zoro scoffs a heartily laugh, his cheeks dusted that same pink from earlier.

“That was a dirty play.” He grins, looming above you. 

“It was a play all the same right? Is that five points? I don’t know anything about hockey.” You skirk as Zoro lends you a hand, you take it.

“It’s one point.” He laughs, pulling you easily to your feet. 

“One point…” You trail off. “I slammed into the ground for one point.” You say and Zoro breathes out a laugh, nodding his head. “What do I win for beating the captain? Bragging rights?”

“You can’t utter a word of this to my team.” He says in a mock serious tone as a smirk grows on your lips. 

“You can’t tell me that, Roronoa, I’m the captain now.” You say as Zoro raises a brow, his cheeks going even more pink.

“Is that right?” He asks, his voice a rasp. You notice than how close you two are standing, you're still holding his hands, the warmth of them radiating through you. 

“That’s right.” You confirm, keeping a well placed poker face. 

“Got another round in you?” He asks as you shake your head.

“Y/N! Is that you?” Your boss called as you heard the door being pushed open. Your heart drops in your chest, the alarm showing on your face. “What’re you doing?” Your boss asks as you stutter out a sorry.

“She was helping me clean up, sir, sorry for keeping her.” Zoro calls out to your boss. Your boss buys Zoro’s words. 

“Well hurry up, I need to get home for dinner.” Your boss says, walking back out of the rink. You blow out a breath, skating towards the exit, Zoro just behind you. 

“Jesus… thanks.” You blow out, heart still in your throat. 

“No worries.” He says just behind you.

You plop down on the bench, leaning to untie your skates. Zoro sits beside you quietly, doing the same. It's a little awkward now, especially after all that oblivious flirting you were doing. This wasn’t something you couldn't see coming.

Just last week you didn’t even like looking at this guy, now you found yourself liking looking at him. A complete turn around. Not entirely unwelcomed though.

When you finally kicked off your skates, you sat up just as Zoro reached over, warm fingers on your chin and turned your face gently towards him and pressed his lips to your own. You gasped, taken off guard, eyes wide. A spark shot through you like nothing you’d ever felt before. His fingers on your chin slid until he was gently cupping your cheek, his other hand coming up and doing the same thing on the other side of your face. He kissed you gently. Slowly your eyes fluttered closed, your hand reaching up and falling short, as you knotted it in the front of his t-shirt, pulling him by it closer to you.

“I really fucking like you.” He mumbles against your lips in between kisses, you kiss him hard at his words. Ghosted over your lips causing a shiver to track down your spine. All the pent up emotions you harbored came spilling out as you somehow ended up in his lap, the moment grew intense, a groan escaping his lips that your lips muffled. His hands found purchase on your ass as he stood, taking you with him, carrying you with one hand to press your back into the acrylic glass around the rink. One of your hands slides around the back of Zoro’s neck, tangling in his hair. Zoro makes a sound you didn’t think was possible for him to make, something that had your stomach bottoming out and your fingers barely tugging at his hair, a soft sort of whimper escaping his lips. His kisses then turn hungry, almost feverish. He’s burying his lips in yours, forgetting to breathe, his hands tightening around you, completely lost in the moment. Someone clears their throat, startling you both as Zoro lets you down. Your boss stands there, hands on his hips, a look of embarrassment on his face. 

“Sir, I was helping him.” “She was helping me.” Zoro and you speak at the same time. Your boss raises his head, shaking his head as you nod your head in understanding leaving with your boss. 

You were reprimanded but ultimately he let you keep your job. Yay. It was your first infraction and he said to keep it professional which you agreed with and apologized vehemently. You probably apologized hundreds of times in a five minute conversation. Your boss asked not to talk about it again and you were completely fine with that. You gathered up your stuff and pushed out into the cold winter night. The cold hitting your warm cheeks and cooling you off. You didn’t have a moment alone to think about what had just transpired. 

“Y/n…” Zoro called out as you crossed the parking lot. He waved as you blushed. “I’m so sorry… you didn’t get fired did you?”

“No... What was that?” You asked as you got closer.

“What?”

“Why’d you kiss me? I-- I sort of thought you hated me.” You confront.

“What? I don’t-- I don’t hate you.” Zoro shakes his head. 

“You sure? I mean-- you were an asshole to me that one time… saying I needed to learn to take care of myself and that stupid fucking nickname? Rink girl? All your teammates call me that by the way.” You say, all of it sort of falling out like word vomit. Zoro raises his chin slightly, looking down at you. 

“They call you that?” He asks, his voice level as you sigh.

“Yes! They do!”

“I’ll fix that.” He promises as you stare at him. This whole night was just strange. 

“Why’d you kiss me?” You ask again. Zoro’s eyes soften.

“I told you already.” He says as you shake your head. 

“You didn’t tell me anything? We barely talked before today.”

“I said I like you. I said I really fucking like you.” He reiterated. You remember him saying that. The heat and warmth spread like a wildfire after hearing it again.

“Why?” You ask as Zoro sort of cocks his head.

“Why?” He echoes as you raise your brows, nodding your head imploring for an answer. “Because you're pretty. You’re funny and I like the way you ignored me all the time.” He admits as you laugh despite yourself.

“What? Y-you like that I ignore you?”

“I did. I like this way better.” He motions to you and him talking. You raise your head.

“Okay…” You say skeptically, you find your mind trailing back to the kiss and it brings a blush to your cheek. You clear your throat. “How long?”

“Hmm?”

“How long have you liked me?” Zoro looks like he’s thinking about it for a moment. 

“The first day I met you probably.” He says nonchalantly. You laugh.

“Yeah… sure.” You roll your eyes. He steps closer to you.

“I mean it. You introduced yourself and said I had green hair, not that you liked it, you just said I had it.” You remembered that, your lips part in surprise because he remembered it too.

“It’s uncommon.” You say and Zoro smiles warmly down at you. 

“Still don’t know if you like it or not.” He grins as your eyes bounce to it. 

“I like it.” You say and see a soft blush form on Zoro’s cheeks. “Why were you such an asshole to me that day?”

“I-- am sorry about that. I was more angry with my teammates for annoying you. I wanted you to know that you could speak up for yourself, that you could just tell them to shut up but-- I’m sorry.”

“And Rink girl?”

“Poor attempt at flirting…” He says. You start laughing, shaking your head.

“The poorest attempt. But… your words did make me speak up for myself more, so…” You relent. Zoro smiles softly. You can’t help it, you pull him against your lips. That smile was too much. You needed it pressed against your lips. His hands slid around your hips.

“Christ, Y/n… go home!” Your boss grumbles as you startle, Zoro’s hands stay planted on you as you shoot an apologetic look at you boss. 

“Sorry, sir.” You say as he waves you off, slipping into his car and driving away. You start laughing, your hand coming up to cover your mouth.

“You are going to get me fired.” You grumble as Zoro presses his mouth to yours again as though he couldn’t wait another damn second, walking you back until your back is pressed against his car. He lifts you with ease, setting you on the hood as the car’s alarm sets off. 

“Fucking hell!” Zoro hissed, fumbling for his keys. You dissolved into laughter.                

[writingoddess1125]

Birthday Gifts

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FemReader +OOC

THIS IS A BitterSweet ONE

Previous Triplet Series <<<

⚠️WARNING:⚠️ Saddness, Spoilers, Character Death, Depression, PTSD, Child Birth.

I AM WARNING YOU! THIS IS BITTERSWEET AND IF YOU DONT WANT MW3 SPOILERS LEAVE!

Also if you complain about the Bday I found 3 different birthdays and just picked one- No judging.

You knew this mission would be a hard one for Simon, Leaving you for 3 months to do a final mission before taking his leave to be with you.

"I'll be back- I promise" He had whispered to you, before leaving. It was hard, you were fortunate you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy but it didn't make it easy. Comforting yourself during morning sickness, the ache that seemed to settle over your bones. You counted down the days for your husband's return, as your body swelled with your children.

"Simon?..." You whisper softly, he looked so... beat down in his poster. His hoodie drawn up over his hair and still in a face mask. Something was wrong- You could tell immediately by his body language and how drawn away he was from you-

However it was worth it- You knew he would be back.. He had to.

When you got the message from Price that they would be landing on base in a few hours, you jumped in joy. Getting a nice dinner set and dressing up nicely as you rushed to go pick up your husband. Getting in the old truck which Simon planned to trade in for something new you speed to the close by Marine Base to pick up your husband.

With a quick flash of your badge you waited in the parking lot, scrolling through your phone ready to show off different things you wanted to get the babies.

Hearing the passenger door open you beam ready to kiss and cuddle over your husband but pause. His movements were slow as he sat in the seat not even looking in your direction.

"...Johnny is Gone... we scattered his ashes" He said simply- and your heart shattered for him, understanding immediately what was wrong. Silence after that as you took Simon's hand in your own free one before starting the car and driving the two of you home in silence.

"Baby?" You say softly, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment before he gaze a uneasy sigh.

You had to pick up the peices that night, and the night after and for the next few days... Simon feeling guilt in his heart and regret- Swearing he could have done more, he could have saved him if only... crying in your arms and holding you close as he battled demons in himself.

You knew Simon had delt with the loss of comrades before but never like this.. He set so many regrets on his shoulders, mainly for not being enough.

It took time, but he did reveal why this hit him harder then before- Admitting his final conversation with the Sargent was about his birthday and wanting to knkw Simons. Simon dismissing him of course but Soap begging of course which made the man relent and tell him- Soap snagging his phone to save his birthday so his Lieutenant didn't forget it- It had been a conversation that had warmed his heart secretly making him feel like he was a child again and having made a friend in school.

Only for it to be ripped away days later..

While Simon kept up his normal kindness towards you, you saw the fence he had put back up in his emotions from you. You understood it would take time and eventually come down once again- It took a month for Simon to place his unease away for you, Which you didn't mind since it had been your turn to be a rock for him.

Now hitting your 32 week mark you got Simon back fully- him helping you out in terms of movements as he opened up slowly to you.

And in truth you needed it-

You were HUGE at this point. It was hard to move and the pain was increasing by the day.

Tonight was no exception either, You had been trying to get some rest for the past few hours but couldnt- It was only 11pm and Simon was asleep next to you, lucky bastard- There was pressure on your pelvis and you couldn't move, it having been 3 weeks too long since you could shift your own weight while lying down. Sighing you gently tap Simon away, His eyes opening immediately with instant clearness as he stared at you.

"Im sorry- I just.. I have to pee..and i havent been able to get up in 10 minutes" You said softly, Simon nodding without laughing which you were greatful for as he helped you up and began to help you waddle to the bathroom.

Mid step a gush of liquid rushed down you legs and you almost sobbed right there- Both you and Simon looking at each other and sighing.

"That wasn't pee was it?" He asked, almost hoping it was pee- sadly you shook your head no. Simon nodded and helped you to the toilet before going to get the newly purchased SUV set up. Loading up the bags and three carseats for you as you did your business changed and went to meet him to start the grand adventure to the hospital-

The next few hours were a joy- if hell was a playground.

They were getting you prepped for your C-section and so you'd sat there with Simon waiting as the cramps were eating you alive. You were way too early and they had planned to have your surgery in a few weeks, this however was a awful surprise.

You were leaned against Simon, they had warned him you'd be uncomforble for a while as the drugs worked through your system and they prepped you for surgery.

The doctors rushed in quickly, looking over your charts and the machines tooled up to you.

"We are getting you into surgery now- It seems like the labor was brought on due to your triplets being under high stress and your blood pressure has risen greatly" The doctor said as calmly and carefully as possible- Which did not make you feel calm at all! Simon clearly the same way as in a flash they carted you off. Your eyes as wide as saucers as you were lead into surgery- what could only be described as a tent being placed over your abdomen as they added more drugs to your IV making you feel dizzy.

"How are you holding up?" Simon asked, dressed in the hospital covers that he had rushed on by instruction of the nurses and holding your hand tightly as you stared at him loopy-

"I'm scared-" You whispered, Simon nodding at this in understanding as he kissed your hand. The doctors that surrounded your lower body and proceeded with the surgery, Simon felt his anxiety raise as the familiar scent of copper filled the air but he couldn't see anything. Holding your hand tightly as you both patiently waited-

"Alright, We have the first Baby" The doctor announced, there was a pause for a second before a shrill scream filled the air, a nurse walking around quickly to place the baby in the glass bassinet and began to clean her off. You and Simon watching in total awe at the screaming girl-

"Second on the way" The doctor said quickly, before a second scream happened. Tears running down your cheeks as the second nurse went to clean the baby out as well.

"They are beautiful" Simon mumbled softly as you softly cried, still loopy from the drugs but unable to tear your eyes away from the two screaming bodies.

"First girl is 2.1kg (4lb 11oz) and 40.5 cm (16in), Second Girl 2kg on the dot and 38 cm (15in)" The nurse called out.

2 Minutes after the stroke of midnight a the final baby was lifted from you. Clearly this one begins a bit of a struggle as it wasnt annouced but the cord was wrapped around them-

"Its a boy!" The doctor called out, but his body limp and pale. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw the doctors quickly turn away and begin to try and get air in the babies lungs.

Simon was sitting there pale and eyes glossed over, it was like when he first got home after Soap died like he could only see his death and nothing more. His hand holding yours in a iron grip as he didn't move an inch-

The loud cry Seeming to break the spell that hung over the room as the boy was quickly rushed into a bassinet to begin his check over and treatment. Simon taking a breath again as he looked at you, his eyes beginning to return to some way of normal it seemed as he reached a shaking hand over to clear the tears from your cheeks.

"For the boy, 1.8kg (4lb 1oz) and 38cm (15 in)" The nurse called out, The bassinet being brought to your side as you saw your three squirming babies scream out at the world. You sobbing silently and watch in awe, Simon kissing your cheek as he couldn't tear his eyes away either.

"We are going to stitch you up and send you to recovery, Dad wanna come with us?" The nurse asked, Simon looking at you and you nodded- already feeling the narcotics pulling you into a forced sleep.

"Okay.."

The next hour was truthfully a blur for both of you. The babies being carted in and out, you bring pumped up with more drugs and Simon in a daze that in one day he was a father to three children..

The nurses asking him questions and lead him away from you to the nursery area were he could hold his kids while you rested. Having him scrubbed down and in cleans as he was seated in the clean room to hold each of his children, Holding both girls as he marveled at them- they looked so much like you.. A perfect mix between the two and in his eyes the most beautiful girls in the world.

"What about feedin's?" Simon asked his exhaustion making his accent stronger, especially after noting the lack of baby bottles. The nurse giving a sympathetic smile to the new father.

"They are on a feeding tubes" She said softly and pointed to the machine one of many attached to the tiny newborns.

Simon sat there, holding the little boy finally. Sadness in his eyes as he stared at the tiny Lad, smaller then his sisters and having barely survived the hard birth as the nurses told him, the tiny tube that was taped on his face didnt help Simons thoughts either.

The girls were asleep in the glass bassinet on the other side of him, He sat there holding the boy who had just been laid in his arms and sighing softly... the flashes of his own father going through his mind as doubt ate at his soul, Tommy as well- How he would be as a father.. what it truly ment to be one.

Jumping from his thoughts his phone started to buzz, not wanting to wake the babies he pulled it out quickly and silenced it- Seeing it was a reminder for something... His eyes widening at the text.

'November 12th 01:07am 🧼 Birthday'

"Son of a Bitch" Simon said with a sad laugh, shaking his head as he remembered his comrade and the request of a birthday gift from the Lieutenant.

"Couldnt let me forget could you?.." Simon said softly, tears welling in his eyes as he stared back at his little boy and held him closer. "Happy Birthday to you then..."

♡ Hazel Grace Riley - November 11th 11:56pm

♡ Rose Ann Riley - November 11th 11:59pm

♡ John 'Johnny' Scott Riley - November 12th 12:01am

[thesupernaturalhouse]

Another idea

Vaggie becoming more powerful than Alastor, which pisses him off to no end and torments Vaggie because of this

Vaggie finally snaps and goes full Demon mode on him, scaring the shit out of everyone in the Hotel (except for Charlie who is definitely simpi) and somewhat intimidating Alastor

Oh yeah, I can see that happening, Al hates that Vaggie is more influential than him due to her being a 'protective overlord' holding souls but not abusing them, shown to actually try and help people even if it's for charlie, and the fact unlike Al she's been in the public view for a good 3-5 years, Als been gone 7 so a lot of sinner don't knwo who he is

And he despises it. So he pokes more fun at her when he comes to this realization after the meeting. Eventually, she snaps. Maybe not in a full demon form, but definitely shows some of it. Which scares absolutely everyone, except Charlie...and razzle/dazzle/keekee....and maybe Nifty/the egg bois

Everyone else though- even ALASTOR is taken aback, cause he hasn't had someone talk to him like that in a longggg time, so it's a suprise for sure, he respects her a little more afterwards

Now to rant about stats :³

Its hard to tell how a fight between them would go because, for one, Al is still an overlord. He's been out of the game, but he's still a powerful sinner

Vaggie is also an overlord here, though, I do think Al would have more souls, though. But the fact he keeps a good portion trapped in his radio means that unlike Vaggie, he can take peices of their power slowly. It's either all at once or none

So while vaggie has less souls, unlikw Al hers aren't in storage, their constantly generating magic, and so she's constantly getting small amount back and put into her own 'reserves' so to speak; which then buff her strength and speed and stuff

On top of that, Al seems like he relies more on mental manipulation and deals and magic, while Vaggie focuses more on physical fighting, so as long as Vaggie can get past any magic spells she can get some pretty good hits in

Added onto that Alastor is just a sinner. Vaggie is an angle, so while Al might be powerful, Vaggie could still kick his ass. So while both can't die unless it's an angelic weapons- vaggie HAS an angelic weapon, and heavens healing ability and while it might be weakened by hell, it's still powerful and quicker then a sinner could heal. Angles probably also got resistance to sinners' magic, hence why no ones ever been able to hurt them before

So all in all, Alastor is at the disadvantage here, specifically due to that last part

Now, if we also want to talk about social power, Vaggie beats him, no questions asked. Not only is she well liked by the more tame sinners, but most at least respect her.

sure some sinners might see her as a weakling but she's still an overlord and can beat their asses so, respect and since also been gone their gonna go to the new person who has their respect. No?

And she's also been around for 3 years. She didn't suddenly go missing and lose the followers she had. She's also been more active than Al in these past few years

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

Jealous Girl

Pairing- Spider x Metkayina!reader

Summary- You cut Spiders hair amd he gets the attention of many others getting your jealous.

Hopping down the beach you hum an old Metkayina tune stopping when your eyes meet just the person you were looking for. Spider Socorro, he was kidnapped by the sky people and he finally escaped when the battle happened a few months ago.

You admit that you were a little wary of him to begin with. But the more you watched him, how kind and generous he was to animals and Na'vi alike. It was so strange how he ignored all the badgering from Na'vi who still wanted him off the island. But he was a part of the Sully's he helped save Neteyam and many others that horrible night. They made it just in time for Neteyam. But as I was saying he had a strong heart, and was brave for a sky person.

And when you remember the first time you interacted with the strange boy a smile always finds its way to your lips.

You watched the Sullys swim with the tawtute (human) you had been observing him the past few weeks since he had arrived in Awu'atula. He was a bit strange looking with his hair and all, but you couldn't deny he was cute. You stayed a cautious distance from him until you watched him more. And watch him you did, whenever he stepped into a room your eyes were glued to him, he entranced you and you wanted to know more about him. You waited until everyone else had to do something and Spider would be left alone. You never understood why they left him but this time you took the opportunity to talk to him.

Walking to the dock he lifted himself up on, even though it looked as if he was really struggling. He sat and you stepped lightly. He didn't notice you until you sat next to him.

"Hello Spider." You say making the boy jump a little. "Oh hi Y/N." He said he knew your name because Tsireya introduced you to him but you never said anything to him more than that. After the small hellos were exchanged nothing else happened, just awkward silence.

"Awu'atula is beautiful—"

"What was it like in the Omatikaya—"

Cutting each other off you both stop and look at each other. You begin to laugh putting a hand over your mouth and he slowly lets loose as he laughs with you. "You…you go first." You say after calming down a bit. "Yes, I said Awu'atula is beautiful." He said looking at you. You look out into the ocean. "It is. Sometimes I feel like I take it for granted." You say a small smile cracking in your lips. "I know how you feel." He says and your smile widens. "What did you say?" He asks and pulls you out of your trance. "Oh, uh I just was wondering what it's like in the Omatikaya." You reply.

He smiles softly, "It was amazing, you know I'm not Na'vi obviously," he says pointing to his small human body. "But what I did see and what I was able to experience was amazing being in the trees. It was the place where I never felt judged." He says. "Like the ocean." You say and he throws you a confused look. "You being in the trees is like being in the ocean for me that's what I mean." You explain and he smiles. "Spider, do you want to be friends?" You ask with a big smile. He looks caught off guard but he returns your happy smile before nodding.

Back to the present you saw Spider and waved him over. His small body ran past a few Na'vi soldiers who obviously made fun of him after he passed them and he only rolled his eyes as he finally reached you.

He looked different, you really couldn't put your finger in it. Until he moved a peice of hair out of his face. Oh. My. Eywa. You've never seen such a matted hairstyle. Has no one done his hair yet?

"Spider can I do your hair?" You ask and he looks taken back. "My…..hair?" He asks questionably pointing to his hair. "Yes, some of those sky women showed me how to cut hair with something called scissors." You explained and he nodded. No one had ever done his hair except for the dreads he had done very young. And the thought of you doing it made him all giddy inside.

"Ummm, sure." He said and you jumped in happiness. Spider was surprised by your sudden outburst. "Come, come let us go do it." You say, guiding him to your family's marui.

You grabbed a bowl of hot water and settled his hair in it. You gathered some soap your mother taught you to make and some other things. It would take quite a while for his hair to be done.

"Okay, let's get started."

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-A few hours later-

"Y/N are we almost done, my neck is starting to hurt and it's like way past Eclipse." Spider complained and you tsked, "Yes I am just adding lay-ers." You sound out the strange word you heard one of the women use it when they taught you.

With a few more 'snips' of the scissors you sat them down and tapped the boy's shoulder. "It is done." You say and he groans out a tired 'Finally.' He goes over to the nearest reflective surface, his hands go up to his short hair. It was fluffy on the top and short on the back. It looked good, surprisingly.

"You look great!" Clapping your hands excitedly. You sat on your knees to be at his height somewhat your still taller than him (short king). He turns to face you and he gives you a bashful smile. "It's great Y/N you know no one has ever really cared about what I've looked like before so thank you." He said and you tilted your head, how could no one care about him? You pull him into a small hug.

It was a short hug considering his face was right at your chest.

"It was an honor doing your hair Spider Socorro." You say bowing your head a little letting a small laugh out. He chuckles after looking outside and how late it was. "I should get going, let's hang out tomorrow alright." He says and you nod your head feverishly. Smiling at your excitement he walked out giving you one more goodbye wave.

-The Next Morning-

When you awoke you got up immediately, first tended to the crops that needed to be picked today, and then you made your parents breakfast, they were surprised to see you so happy you usually aren't a morning person since you stay up all hours of the night. Then you pulled your outfit for the day. It was a gorgeous top intricate with beautiful pearls and shells found just on the reefs of your home. And a loincloth for your bottoms that had dark colored leaves on the front. And just before you left you packed a few things you needed for your hangout.

Quickly you changed as you saw more and more Na'vi step out of their own homes as the day began. You said goodbye to your mother and father, giving them a kiss on the cheek and bowing your head in respect.

You say your 'Hellos' and 'How are you' and, 'Tell your Mother my Mother said Hello' to those who you passed quickly trying to get to the docks.

You walked past a little rock that sat on the path to the docks. And then you see Spider and his new and improved haircut and your smile got even wider when you saw him and then your smile faded as you saw, Heyian, she's a healer as you are a farmer. (You're a farmer bc I say so).

You now drag your feet and slight anger bubbles in your stomach when her hand finds its way onto his arm. You look at your hands, you've been farming since you knew how to count. Your's were a little rough since you used your hands to pick the fruit and vegetables, and moving heavy bags of dirt, dealing with the rough earth when you don't know when or where the climate will change. You shake those silly insecurities off as much as you can, though some still lingers.

When Spider clocks you be immediately checked out of the very long, and very boring conversation he was having with this girl named, Heyan, or Heian something along the lines of that he can't remember.

"Hey Y/N!!" Spider called out and you got a little pep in your step seeing how excited he was about seeing you. Heyian looked back and obviously rolled her eyes before looking back at Spider. She's never shown interest in him so why now? And then some other girls ran past you to Spider and ran there long and touchy fingers in his hair.

Spider was overwhelmed, what was happening?

You were shocked they were just touching him, touching Spider.

You ran faster to them, and it was like a battle to see who could get Spider to talk more or to hang out with. He kept trying to get away from their grabby hands but if one wasn't pulling him one way someone else was.

You made your way through the girls and pulled all of them off of him. He gave you a quiet thank you but you heard it. "So who did your hair, Spi." One said and you look at her almost offended, no not almost definitely offended, Spi. Spi! "Y/N did it." He said and you smiled at them it was almost smug, you got to do his hair and he was proud of it. (Delulu ass)

"Really?" Another one said. Glaring at her slightly you smile again blinking, "Yes. Really. Now if you will excuse us, Spider and I have some stuff to do, okay, bye bye see you later." You quickly said and before anyone could let there protest out or follow you two you ran down the beach as fast as the both of you could.

You held his hand and he laughed as you pulled him behind a large rock and then you two fell into a fit of laughter.

"Eywa," you say laughing a little bit more before sighing and sitting up back resting against the rock. "Thought we'd never get away from them." You say and Spider laughs a little bit more watching as you pull two bags out of your satchel. "Whatcha doing?" He asks, getting curious.

Handing him a bag he has a confused look on his face. You wait for him to open but he was just stuck with a confused look. Maybe he needed a little help. "Open it you'll see." You say.

He opened the bag and it looked like a bunch of shells. He began to pull them out and when he pulled all of it out and revealed a beautiful necklace, made for him. It had brown and green colors in it. "Um the brown is to match your eyes and green cause you look good in it." You say but he was still starstruck.

"Thank you Y/N I love it." Spider said and you only smile back as he puts it on. After a while it was just sitting in silence, drawing in the sand, usual stuff from when you and Spider hang out. But what you couldn't get out of your head was how those girls were all over him earlier. Your stomach twisted and you closed your eyes. "You good Y/N." Spider asked and you opened your eyes. "Yeah I'm okay—"

"Oh my Eywa! Spider there you are!" Heyian, the girl from earlier, exclaimed running over to where you and Spider sat. Although you Thank The Great Mother that none of the others were following her as she sat down and she just had to sit right in between the two of you.

Both you and Spider scooted a good distance away as Heyian chippered on and on to Spider as she flung her hair in your face.

You wanted to be nice, but everyone has their limits and hair in your face is one of them. You decided to just be passive aggressive. "Watch where you fling your hair." You say and she just lets out a loud giggle before turning back to the blonde boy.

Spider noticed your irritation most of the time you just ignored Heyian's presence. And then her hand found its way to the back of his neck fiddling with his necklace.

Huffing with irritation you scoot even farther from them. "It's so cute Spi, let me try it on?" She asks and you look at them, is he? No he wouldn't. Would he?

He stood up and wiped his hands off walking in front of you. "Actually Y/N gave me this as a gift and we have somewhere to be right about now." He explained to the girl. "Oh…..Y/N." She said and you rolled your eyes. "Yes, Y/N bye Heyian." Spider said, helping you up and walking further down the beach.

"Gosh it's like they leech onto you." You laugh but in reality it kinda stung. Spider laughed as he observed your face. "If you asked me I think you were jealous, Y/N.". Spider laughed at your bewildered look on your face. "M–Me…..Jealous?" You say trying to play it off. "Cause I have all these new girls trying to talk to me and you don't have me all to yourself." He chuckles after every word and every reaction you give. Huffing for what seemed to be the hundredth time, "Whatever." You say.

"But the truth is I only want you." He says and you look at him, your steps closed down before you smiled. "Yeah." You whisper as you pick your pace back up, you grab his hand slowly placing it in your palm, holding hands with him and as Eclipse comes peace surrounding you.

[dullgecko]

Favorite Desserts; Bad Kids Edition

With a side of family memories ^^

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Adaine: Earl Grey Cheesecake

While she didn't enjoy the stuffy atmosphere of the Abernant residence (no mementos around the house except in the bedrooms, rarely any blankets or pillows because her parents didn't see any need for them since they trance, etc.), afternoon tea was always served with tiny square pieces of Earl Grey Cheesecake along with other pastries. Adaine found them delicious, and even after leaving her family, she scoured the town for a pastry shop that could replicate it, but soon gave up. When she moved into Morded Manor, Jawbone overheard her gushing about it to Kristin and Fig. He jumped at the challenge, and one day after school Adaine came home to find a beautifully decorated slice of it on the counter with a note saying "Adaine ♡" beside the plate. It was the best cheesecake she'd ever eaten.

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Gorgug: Bread and Apple Pudding

Every Moonar Yulenear Digby and Wilma will make a bread pudding and serve it with cinnamon apples and a scoop of ice-cream. When he was five, he asked how it was made. Wilma told him that the secret ingredient was love. Corny as it was, Gorgug was completely convinced that all it took to make the dessert was put some bread and apples down on the counter and "I love you," and it'd turn into pudding. When he was nine, Wilma and Digby let him join in on making the pudding. It became apparent that his previous theory was not the case. However, right at the end, Digby gave his wife a kiss and hugged Gorgug's leg, and that's when he realized what Wilma meant. He makes it every year with them, and sometimes without them. (He prefers with.)

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Fig: Fried Ice-Cream

When Fig was seven, Gilear took her out to a small, family-run diner near the edge of town for lunch. She had empanadas and her father had a kinda pathetic looking ham sandwich, and afterwards they shared a fried ice-cream. Fig got the cherry-on-top (and Gilear got a brain freeze). They sat at the park til the sun began to set, and then they headed home. (Sandra-Lynn made muffins, but Gilear kept the thousand-calorie secret to himself.) It was Fig's best memories. A week before Freshman Year, she walked back to the same place and ordered a fried ice-cream. The waitress who served her mentioned in passing that a sad looking elf came by only a few hours prior and requested the same thing. He left the cherry-on-top.

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Fabian: Oatmeal Biscuits

Fabian doesn't remember how old he was when he baked his first batch. Cathilda dropped by his room one evening, while his father was out on Leviathan and his mother was taking a nap, and asked him if he'd like to make a dessert with her. The halfling had always been his confidant, and he'd been feeling lonely, so he jumped at the offer. They made their way downstairs and Cathilda announced that they'd be making a pastry that had been passed down from her parents, and she'd decided that he was family enough she'd teach it to him. The recipe was simple; a package of oatmeal, cinnamon, butter, etc. Fabian dropped the first bowl of batter on the floor and freaked out, expecting Cathilda to shoo him back to his room, but she just cleaned it up and they started a new batch. Halfway through a food fight broke out with the old batter, but it was cleaned up before Hillariel came downstairs for another drink.

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Kristin: Peanut Brittle

Kristin's family doesn't eat much sugar. Sure- they'll make a nice little pie for the Sol holidays, but they're also the kind of family who will base all their meals off of the calorie count. However, during some family vacation to visit relatives in the middle of nowhere, they dropped by a small country store and, at the request (hysterical begging) of her brothers, the Applebees' caved and bought a package of peanut brittle. Kristin tried on of the four peices (she offered one half to her parents, but they declined) and immediately fell in love with it. She tried to remake a few weeks later but the Applebees' refused to buy the ingredients. She didn't attempt it again until moving into Mordred. It was Tracker who suggested she make it, one day while they were at a candy shop. Kristin bought the ingredients, set up in Mordred, and baked a large sheet of it that was almost immediately devoured by her and the Bad Kids.

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Riz: Flourless Chocolate Cake

Riz isn't one for sweet treats. He likes sugar, but he's also the person who orders a soda in a vintage bottle when the rest of his friends have ice cream. However, his father made a flourless chocolate cake during one of his and Sklonda's anniversaries, and Riz was invited to taste test to ensure that Pok's beautiful wife would get top-notch dessert by the end if it. They served it with raspberries during breakfast. Sklonda enjoyed it immensely. Riz, of course, got all the credit for being "Dad's little sous-chef". Some days, after Pok died, he would make it again, and he and Sklonda would bring it and some lunch out to the cemetery to have a family picnic. Fabian saw him making one once, and asked Cathilda to help him create it for Riz's birthday.

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Holy- thats- that's a lot. I am SO sorry XD

These are all amazing and awesome. No notes A+

Never apologise for sending me long ones lol (I love reading them on my breaks)

I just have a harder time adding things to them.

[thestudentfarmer]

Kitchen post today~

With prices being what they are I like a good deal on groceries when I can find it. Sometimes that leads me to buying large quantities of things.

This week the local scratch n dent market had 5 pound bags of golden potatos on sale, 2 for $4. We like potatos so I snagged a few bags. Since i had 2 from last week's groceries I decided to pick through them all.

I tossed a few rotten ones and sorted out the good from the ones getting on the going side. The good ones I put up in a storage tote (a cooking pot for now) for later cooking.

These ones are the contenders for the weekly meal/freezer prep. They had some funny or funky spots, things that can be cut off and thrown away or in the compost. I clean them after washing them well.

As a heads up, it's not suggested to feed chickens raw potatoes. So leave anything with raw potato bits in the trash or the compost bin.

The bad bits.

If you feel need to you can wash them up again. I move to peeling after words.

I save the peels for breakfast potatoes, or to make soup.

A few peeled spuds.

Afterwords, depending on how many potatoes needed to be processed will decide what im making. This time I had enough potatoes to do cubed potatoes and hashbrown potatoes.

Cube potatoes, then blanch them till all Dante in a pot. (Not quite to mash potatoes softness, but not crunchy.)

Drain, cool quickly. (If your into water conservation, save the water for your plants once cooled) I cool till just under warm and lay them out to drain/dry a bit.

Then take a pan and lay out a clean kitchen towel on it. Pour dry potatoes on and place in freezer till frozen.

Store in container and use like regular frozen potatoes.

Moving to hashed potatoes

Similar to the cubed potatoes except I grated them.

I like to destarch my potatoes a little so I do a soak for about an hour, drain and then blanch.

I did about 5 minutes to blanch the hash, every couple minutes fish out a peice and test it to see if it's crunchy or just firm. Drain, cool asap.

Lay out to drain and dry a bit.

Lay towel on baking sheet. Place drained hashed potatoes on top. Place in freezer and freeze a few hours.

When frozen package up. Date and use as necessary :)

Other potato freezing/preserving resources

https://www.bbcgoodfood.com/howto/guide/how-to-freeze-potatoes

https://www.motherearthnews.com/real-food/dehydrate-potatoes-for-various-uses-zbcz1507/

🥔🌱Happy Homesteading!🌱🥔

[moonspirit]

Hello, Moon

Here is a headcannon we would love to hear from you about.

Since AOT is an anime that never gave us the typical beach episode as is so common, 

What do you think something like that would be like with the Ambassador Gang,

Can you picture the mischief those rascals would get up to at the beach? Id love to hear your thoughts!

Here are a few ideas I have, what do you think

Jean, Reiner, and Connie are all trying to do the beach buff thing to varying degrees of success.

Armin starts looking at lovely seashells, totally in heaven, and then he turns to see Annie in a bikini. Poor boy, he won't even stand a chance.

Bloody nose,red face

Armin has to insist he is not ill

Reiner,Jean and Annie quickly realize what happened and the two boys are laughing their heads off,

Armin and Annie are embarrassed,

Jean is laughing until he sees Pieck  in her swimwear, (I don’t know if she would be a bit more conservative with her swim wear, I always see her as choosing a one peice) despite that she is rocking it

Jean is also quickly afflicted like Armin was

Reiner is in fits

Connie legitimately believes the beach may be contaminated(he’s precious like that)

Regardless they continue their day goofing off and swimming, Armin takes Annie behind a large mound of rocks to “Look for Seashells” wink wink nudge nudge

Its a good day for all,

As always I love hearing your ideas on this.

Obligatory beach episode!!! We were robbed of more lighthearted aot content tho, yes!

When it comes to Annie & Pieck in swimsuits, idk, maybe it's just me, but I see them as wearing comfortable things haha xD So that could be a tshirt and shorts, or just a very very comfy bikini/one-piece/whatever, easy to move around in; but whichever it is - you're right that there are two (2) nosebleeding boys!

RIP Armin in particular, because Annie looks so cute no matter what it is she's wearing. A tshirt and shorts? Well it's cutely tied up at her waist so it doesn't get in the way, and her shorts are baring plenty of her strong legs. When she gets into the water then, he's the one that has to keep a check on his shorts because the sight of her wet shirt = hot as hell. And then her hair is wet, water running down her neck, sand sticking on her arms and legs, the outline of her (bikini?) underwear visible through the clothes. She's the one that's making him sweat, not the sun!

(But she's so pale, her skin burns easily, and Pieck takes her sweet time rubbing sunscreen on her much to Armin's regret. He wishes he was doing it. Pieck is very evil, as expected.)

There is no Ambassador beach episode without somebody pitching in the idea of burying Reiner in the sand and building him a mermaid body. That normally comes with building a pair of sand-boobies too, but his boobs are already so big, they decide to leave it. The result is Reiner sipping tender coconut water as he lies there under the sun, sand mermaid body and all ft. natural human tits.

Connie proposes beach volleyball! It's him & Pieck vs Jean and Annie. It's a tough match, Pieck's endurance vs Annie's agility mainly, while Reiner's their referee stuck in the sand. What's Armin doing, you ask? Well he's the pretty dainty princess, sitting under the beach umbrella and reading a book.

Not for long because they decide to kidnap him and throw him into the waves.

The six of them go for a swim! Underwater exploration! Cool fish! Colourful sea plants! Weird creatures! It's all fun and games until somebody spots a shark fin (obligatory Jaws episode?).

Beach lunch! Cold fruits and drinks! Lazing around under the sun! Playing sand games! Building a sandcastle! Turning heads (because they're all so hot, my god). Getting tanned and sunburnt!

And lastly, beach sunset viewing :3 With the fiery orange light colouring their faces, the six of them sit, quiet and tired, watching the sun go down. There's nothing more beautiful at that moment except for the shared silence of their friendship, a precious intangible thing, alive and breathing. And how many more such sunsets will they watch together?

Many. They have time now.

(That's when Aruani sneak off to "look for seashells" hehe XD)

[starsfic]

Stuck in the Body of a Mad King!

Summary: Red gets hit by a car and wakes up in the body of his favorite novel's villain. Yeah, you know how this goes...except for the part where he isn't alone!

Note: I...do not like the quality of this. Just as a warning.

AO3

This was not the best part of Hong Hai-er (also known as Red)’s life.

He was a broke college student. He knew that was supposed to be like a phase in every person’s life, but Red hated it. He hated turning to his parents whenever he lost a job. His parents- his father a line cook and his mother a secretary- had their own struggles. They couldn’t afford to feed an adult man- they were already stretched thin with paying for his therapy bills.

He had a passion, yes, but that wasn’t what everyone in his life wanted him to do. “He’s shown great talent in engineering,” every academic advisor said, revealing his perfect grades to his proud parents. “He’ll probably do great work in business or factory work.”

Except Red didn’t want to do business or factory work. He wanted to be an inventor, ever since he was a kid. New ideas came up every day, drawn on napkins or the margins of his notes, all ready to be invested and made.

Except Red kept getting rejected.

Both in work and in life.

Red didn’t really have any friends. He had a study group, here and there, but then days would go by and Red was soon by himself again. He couldn’t really blame them. And forget dating. Red knew he was gay, but what kind of idiot would want a scrawny guy who forgot to get his favorite red trenchcoat patched up every day?

Only one person had ever turned his eye and he wasn’t real.

Qi Xiaotian was the protagonist of Red’s favorite graphic novel series Adventures of the Successor. It was a series of graphic novels inspired by Journey to the West, with Xiaotian taking up Sun Wukong’s staff and defeating those who would threaten the peace. He was a great beauty, wonderful at both cooking and in art, and the son of the powerful Sun Wukong.

He was everything Red wasn’t.

Still, Red found himself harboring a very small, nearly nothing, crush. He had to be in hundreds of forums singing the novel’s praises and spent hours deep in the novel’s fandom. It probably wasn’t the healthiest hobby, but Red couldn’t really bring himself to care.

Especially right now.

He’d had another meeting with his advisor and had to explain, in detail, what happened to his latest attempt at a internship interview. It was humiliating to have to go through that whole thing twice.

Now Red was walking back, having pulled up his favorite chapter of Successor.

For the second quarter of the story, Qi Xiaotian was married to Demon King Red, the evil son of the Demon Bull King who agreed to stop conquering China if Xiaotian married him. Admittedly, Xiaotian falling in love with the guy was a touch out of character, something that the writer admitted in notes. But his love soon faded when he married Red and the king just…resumed his evil ways. Hell, he even had a mistress!

This chapter, however, really started Xiaotian’s journey from just being Sun Wukong’s son to being a hero in his own right. He had confronted his husband about how he had failed to keep to their agreement and, in his anger at being questioned, the king had slapped him before cruelly laughing in his face.

That?

Red loved the sight of teary eyes filling with determination.

The next few chapters, Xiaotian would knit the king’s destruction, to the very last chapter of the arc in which he would meet his so-called husband in battle. The deadly killing blow was one of the best peices of art in the novel, but it was this chapter that was Red’s favorite.

He felt determined, staring into that eye.

Determined to succeed.

Determined to-

Red grunted as a body hit him, shaking him from his determined talk. “Sorry, Mister!” a young girl yelled over her shoulder. Long dark hair spilled around her shoulders as she chased a plump cat down the street. “Kitty, get back here!”

Red sighed as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. At least she had dragged him back to reality. At least before he walked into the road looking into his phone. That would’ve been a recipe for disaster-

HONK!

Like the little girl, who had finally grabbed her cat and was busy scolding him, standing in the middle of the street. Like the car racing down the street, honking furiously. Like her apparent deafness and its apparent lack of brakes.

Like Red’s stupidity.

“KID!” He took off down the street, throwing his backpack off to sprint faster. “KID, GET OUT OF THE WAY!”

HONK!

The girl looked up and he could see her eyes go wide. She didn’t move a muscle even as the cat yowled and scrabbled free of her arms.

“KID, MOVE!”

HONK!

“KID, WATCH OUT-”

Red shoved. The little girl screamed as she fell forward.

HOOOOONK!

He felt the car slam into him, throwing him over the roof. And then suddenly the world went dark. Faintly, he heard the little girl scream “Someone call an ambulance!”

Yeah…yeah…that made sense…hopefully she was alright…

Before Red could open his eyes, he was out.

-_-

Oh, his head.

His head ached like a mallet had been taken to it. What had happened? This couldn’t be a hangover. Red had stopped drinking alcohol when his therapist suggested it was making his outbursts worse. He reached up, rubbing his eye, hoping that would relieve the pain or at least the annoyance of that weird noise at the back of his head. It didn’t.

Oh. Wait. He remembered now.

There had been a little girl and a cat. There had been a speeding car.

Was he dead? No. Red, deep down, had a feeling. He wasn’t dead. Otherwise his head wouldn’t hurt so much.

The hospital? Maybe? That would explain the weird noise. There had been other people there, he knew that. Someone would’ve called the police at least for the speeding car.

“-well?”

Well? Well what?

Wait, someone was speaking to him. Red just…had to open his eyes.

He opened them and blinked.

This wasn’t the hospital.

He stood in a grand room, decorated in red and gold, people all staring at him. Red blinked.

“Well?”

He looked forward and his heart skipped a beat. A man with dark curls tied back by a red headband stood in front of him. He wore beautiful red and orange robes, arms crossed. He looked absolutely beautiful, even with an ugly frown on his face. Red knew that face. He had spent almost three years staring at that handsome face.

This was Qi Xiaotian.

And then suddenly his first word hit. Red blinked. “...well what?”

Qi Xiaotian’s frown grew deeper. “We’re all waiting for you to say it, my king,” He spread his arms, showing off the crowd. All of them, dressed in fancy clothes, were staring at them. “Say what you really mean.” Wait, what was going on?

“I…wait, my king?”

Xiaotian scoffed. “I knew it,” He turned. “Now, if you excuse me, husband,” He began to walk. “I will be in my chambers.”

“Wait, hang on-” Red couldn’t help himself. Why wasn’t he in the hospital? What was the cosplay here? He reached out, grabbing the Xiaotian cosplayer’s shoulder. “Is this some kind of weird fever dream-?”

“What?” Xiaotian turned. Whoever this cosplayer was, they were doing a really good job- his nose scrunch as he narrowed his eyes was spot-on. He hadn’t even taken in all the animal and half-animal demons that were a part of the throng. “No, it isn’t a dream. You need to shape up-”

He tightened his grip, just a bit, taking a step closer. “Wait, hang on-”

SMACK!

Several gasps rolled through the room. Red yelped, yanking his hand back. He blinked as he looked down, rubbing where a red spot was beginning to form. That…had hurt. Which placed this in the category of weird cosplay thing. That still didn’t explain-

Why he didn’t have calluses.

Red turned his hand, flexing it. His hands were rough from his work, a small calluse always on his finger from holding his pen too hard. Except his hands were soft and smooth, as if he hadn’t done a day of work. And his head felt weirdly heavy. Red grabbed some hair and tugged it into view.

His heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, Red?” Xiaotian knew his name. He would freak out about that later. Right now, he was blinking at him as if he was crazy. “What’s with that look?”

“...where’s a mirror?”

“What?”

“I- I need a mirror.” There was no way. Red looked around, receiving only baffled and confused looks back. There was no absolute way. “I need a mirror!”

Xiaotian gestured to the door. “You know the powder room is right down the hall-”

“THANK YOU!”

He didn’t see several jaws drop. Instead, Red was more focused on sprinting out of the room, feeling something swish around his legs as he sprinted down a very fancy hallway. The first door next to the turn was the room he darted into.

Thankfully, it was the powder room or whatever. It didn’t matter. Not when there was a mirror! Red slammed the door and turned to the mirror. Suddenly, the fire under his ass died down.

That was him? That man in the mirror?

Red blinked. Shakily, he rose a hand to his face. The man in the mirror did the same.

This wasn’t his face.

Instead of dark hair tied back in a ponytail, long red curls swished down.

Instead of brown eyes, amber eyes burned like embers.

Instead of his food-stained hoodie, he wore red and orange robes.

This wasn’t Hong Hai-er, major disappointment to his teachers. This was Demon King Red, terror to all of China.

The door opened and closed.

“That was quite a scene out there.”

Red turned, biting back a scream. A beautiful girl, dressed in simple yellow robes, stared at him. Her long dark curls were braided back with yellow ribbons, revealing soft cheeks and dazzling green eyes. He knew this woman just as well as he knew Demon King Red’s face.

This was Yang Yuhuan. At first just a simple maid, she had caught the king’s eye and soon became his mistress. During this arc, she was one of Qi Xiaotian’s greatest enemies, using her tears and her beauty to get the king and any foolish men to do as she wished. Red hated her on principal.

Except, now… he glanced down and felt himself pale.

He was in the king’s body. Yang didn’t know that a gay twink had taken over the body of her lover. She probably thought now was a good time for a quickie! Red stepped back, flattening himself against the wall. “Uh, hi, Yang…”

She frowned, cocking her head. “You usually call me Xīngān.”

Shit, right. But Red really didn’t want to call this woman “other half.” His body rejected the idea with a twist of his stomach. “Yeah, but, uh…” Shit shit shit how did this happen?! The body thing, not the whole being cornered by said body’s mistress. Although Red was wondering which sin got him trapped here. “I was thinking…” She took a step closer and his back started to ache from how deeply he was pressing himself into the wall. “I should really work on my relationship with my husband-”

“Who won the table tennis world championships?”

Red blinked. “What?”

Yang took a step back, crossing her arms with a grin. “You have no idea what you’re doing, do you?”

“I uh- no- what?” What was going on?

She held out a hand, only adding fuel to the fre. “Long Xiaojiao. Dimensional traveller currently stuck in the body of a whiny crybaby.” Red blinked. Wait. She was like him? He took her hand, giving it a shake. “And please tell me the championship winner, I fell off my motorcycle right before the last final was supposed to happen.”

“I don’t know.” Red finally managed. Wait, no, there was more important things going on. “What…how?! How is this possible?!” He gestured at his reflection, resisting a shudder at the sight of red hair. “I’m- We’re the villains of my favorite graphic novel! It’s just a comic!”

“Hey!” There was a firm slap on his arm. “Xiaotian’s been working very hard on this comic! Don’t insult it!”

“Xiaotian is-” Her words hit. “Wait, he’s a real person too?”

“No!” Xiaojiao pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, yes! I mean, I don’t think the Xiaotian here is possessed by anyone.” Nope, he seemed very in character. His hand ached from how in character he was. “I mean, Qi Xiaotian in our world. He’s my best friend.” There was another firm slap on his arm. “So don’t insult his work, capiche?”

Red wasn’t sure what to say to that. Whether it was the situation he was in or the fact that Qi Xiaotian was a real person, his brain was shorting out. Finally, he croaked out “Okay.” Xiaojiao narrowed her eyes and he added “I’m sorry.”

“That’s better.” Her smile returned, the edges a bit strained and worn. “But, yeah, I have no idea what was going on. All I remember is my motorcycle hitting a guy and me falling off.”

Red nodded. “I got hit by a car.” Xiaojiao’s eyes went wide. “I mean, I wasn’t in a car at the time but-” Her eyes got even wider and, yeah, that didn’t sound much better. “Are we dead? Every novel I’ve read with this sort of plotline has the main character dying first. Are we dead?”

“Actually, no,” Xiaojiao looked like she wanted to ask about his whole car thing, but she moved onto the next topic. She pressed a finger to her ear. “Be quiet and listen.”

Red raised a brow. “Be quiet-”

A hand slammed against his mouth. “Listen,” Xiaojiao hissed.

He shut his mouth and she pulled her hand away. Silence trickled between them, like a breath had just been taken. Red felt his eye twitch as the seconds passed with nothing. What exactly was he supposed to listen for-

There it was again. That weird noise at the back of his head.

Red raised a brow. Was that the noise he was listening for? Now that he thought about it, it sounded like…

“A heartbeat monitor?”

Xiaojiao nodded. “Yeah! I’ve been hearing it since I got here!” Her smile was now more real as she bounced on her heels. “I’m pretty sure we’re both alive-”

“So weird fever dream. Got it- OW!”

Xiaojiao pulled her pinching fingers away. “Nope. I’ve tried waking up. Pinching, jumping off a balcony, everything.” A balcony?! “I’m pretty sure this world is real but, for some reason, our brains are here while our bodies are back home.”

“So, what?” Red groaned. “Do we just wait? That sounds like a situation where our plugs get pulled.” He refused to die. Not until he finally got an invention made!

“That’s basically my guess.” Xiaojiao sighed. “We survive and wait. That’s all we really can do.”

“But I-” Red felt himself pale. He had set the story off track. That was a good thing for his survival, but after? “I changed the story! Xiaotian was supposed to start planning a rebellion when the king hit him!” Oh, great. Red let his face fall in his hands. “I just screwed up the story,” he admitted. “I don’t wanna live through the story.” He hated this king! He hated everything about this!

A hand patted his shoulder. “Yeah, I hear ya. I can’t count the number of times the king tried to corner me,” Xiajiao sighed. Her hand pulled away and there was a clap sound. “But, don’t worry! We both know what the comic is supposed to be like! We can try to keep things together until we wake up!”

Red raised his face. “That’s the solution?”

“Yes,” Xiaojiao nodded with another of thoe too-wide grins. “I mean, I know what this arc is all about.” Huh. So that theory was true. Red had dismissed this arc, despite it being his favorite, as just a shoehorned romance.

“I mean, what do you know? What’s the comic about?” She knew the author. And now that he knew that, his curiosity was boiling in his chest.

Xiaojiao sighed. “Red, the king, is based off this ex Xiaotian has,” She was smiling again, but it was too wide. “He…caught him cheating with a girl who looked like me.” Oof, ouch. “And during the following argument, he confessed he had fallen in love with me and tried asking me out right then and there, which,” She shrugged. “Dude knew I’m a lesbian. I’m not sure how he thought that was gonna work.”

“What happened?”

She shrugged again. “Last I heard, he dumped the girl to go chase some Russian chick.”

Wow. That was a lot to unpack. “So everything that happens in the arc,” Red felt sweat start to roll down the back of his neck. “All the war, the beheading, the banishment, all that…”

“That was just Xiaotian venting his feelings.” Xiaojiao sighed, crossing her arms. “Which isn’t a problem, until now.”

Right. Rebellion and beheading and banishment and all that crap.

“We can keep off dying until we’re out,” Red said, repeating the plan back. “How hard can it be?”

-_-

When Red had first proposed to him, Xiaotian had been excited.

Most of his adventures had required him to use force to bring peace. He tried talking things out first, always, but most of the time people just weren’t interested. The Lady Bone Demon was too focused on her dream of making the world free of pain, Jin and Yin were too focused on their goals of getting rich and causing chaos, hell even Macaque refused to listen for the longest time! However, Red had stopped.

He had listened.

He had given Xiaotian hope.

He probably should’ve seen the red flags waving when it came to his now-husband. Red had only stalled his military plans during their courtship, not stopped them entirely. He listened but only cared about a few things. Most of the gifts he gave Xiaotian barely related to him at all. Hell, one time they could’ve killed him, with his allergies to spider flour giving him a reaction to that spider cake! Still, Xiaotian had hoped despite everyone’s warnings. He had agree to Red’s marriage proposal.

Now look where he was.

A consort who sat next to a tyrant, unable to stop the suffering and pain. A demon who could not do his magic without eliciting scorn. A man who spent long nights in a lonely bed, listening to his husband fuck another. He hated it. If he had been a weaker man, Xiaotian was sure he wouldn’t survive.

But he stayed his hand. His father depended on him. His bestie, his loyal knight, depended on him. Hundreds of people depended on what little Xiaotian could do.

Especially now.

Red seemed…off. He had been acting off ever since their argument, yes, but this seemed even more off than usual. He had been weirdly kind and attentive, acting more like a stuttering schoolboy than the madman that he had revealed himself to be. Xiaotian debated this as he settled in his seat at the training field, spreading out his fan to hide his considering fan as the doors opened to reveal Red. He stepped onto the training field and stood, waiting at attention. There was silence as everyone waited.

Why wasn’t he taking off his shirt? Red would usually remove his shirt in a dramatic flourish, reveling in the moans and screams of the members of court who lusted over him.

“What?” Red finally spoke, looking around. “I’m ready.”

There was some mutters and some people stepped back, clearly unsure of what to say. The king was famous for his rage-filled outbursts at anyone questioning him, even if there was a good reason to do so. A few court members were even glancing at him. Xiaotian sighed, pulling the fan away from his face. “Won’t you take off your shirt, my lord?” he called.

Red blinked. “My…shirt…” He looked down and his eyes went wide. “Oh, um, yeah!” 

Instead of the usual dramatic flourish, he slowly took it off, looking around as if he couldn’t believe he was doing this. The moment it was off, he looked around again, as if he needed some kind of cue. A flash of yellow and Xiaotian glanced away from his husband’s strange behavior.

Yang Yuhuan was waving at his husband.

A burst of anger made his mouth taste sour but Xiaotian swallowed it back. He knew he didn’t have the right to complain. This marriage had been made of convenience, not love. Red had every right to take whatever mistress he chose, despite what the court said about her. Xiaotian pulled his eyes away from her, unable to resist gripping his robes. He could deal with these emotions later…

A shadow fell over him.

“Um,” Red blinked at him, still holding his shirt. “I…well…you see…” Xiaotian raised a brow and suddenly Red’s shirt was in his face. “Can you hold onto my shirt for me?”

Xiaotian blinked. “What?”

“You don’t have to, it’s just…um…” Red looked around as though looking for another cue. There was another flash of yellow and Xiaotian could see Yang facepalm. Red glanced back, at her, and the taste of anger grew even more sour in his mouth. “I guess I could give it to-”

No.

Xiaotian grabbed at the garment, yanking it so fast that Red could only blink at him. There was a shocked breath behind him and Xiaotian felt his face heat up even worse. Oh no. He took a deep breath, trying to look like he hadn’t lost his mind. “I’ll take it.”

And the gesture attached.

“Thank you, Xiaotian,” Red smiled warmly. And then the words were spoken. The words Xiaotian had hoped for but had never gotten for months. “You look handsome today.”

And with that, Red was walking away.

Xiaotian glanced at his husband’s mistress. Yang looked weirdly happy. Her grin was wide and she was bouncing on the heels of her feet. That was weird. Normally, if Red gave Xiaotian any positive attention, Yang would be in tears. A gesture like this, symbolizing that Red wanted to lay with him tonight, would be cause for even bigger waterworks.

“Something’s up.”

A pat on his shoulder made him glance up. “I see you’ve noticed it too,” Azure Lion, advisor to the king and his father’s old friend, was frowning at his husband. “The king has been off in recent days.”

“Yes and look at Yang.” Xiaotian nodded to the maid who was beaming at Red. 

“No tears.” Yellow Tusk, another advisor and old friend of Sun Wukong, rumbled. 

There was still no tears. In the first few weeks of his marriage, he would’ve been happy. Red was giving him attention and Yang wasn’t ruining it. Now, however, dread was making his stomach twist. “I think they’re planning something.”

“What?” Azure glanced at him. “Xiaotian, my boy, I would not immediately jump to that conclusion.” Too late, he was already jumping. “Perhaps they’ve simply just quarreled and…” There was a pause. “I hear myself.”

“Yang’s reputation has only been getting worse at court.” Xiaotian heard all the gossip, after all. The only thing that kept Yang from doing anything about it was that she was just Red’s mistress and, besides that, just a maid. The former role kept her from doing any hard, unneeded work as the latter, but she still had to work. “I am the only thing keeping them from getting married.”

A deep noise rumbled through him and he didn’t even have to look up to see Azure was growling. “If they attempt to harm you, Xiaotian, I promise. Yellow Tusk and I will make sure you stay safe-”

Red’s hands lit up in fire.

And he started screaming.

Xiaotian jolted in his seat in surprise and then yelped as claws dug into his skin. “Sorry, sorry,” Azure hissed as he pulled his hand away. “I didn’t expect that.” Red was still screaming, waving his flaming hands around, looking around frantically as if he needed help. “Is this a new part of his training?”

“I have no idea,” Xiaotian admitted, looking around as warmth bloomed on his shoulder. Several other court members looked confused as well. He could already see people beginning to whisper. The warmth faded and he glanced at his shoulder. Untouched. “Thanks, Yellow Tusk-”

“SOMEONE GET ME SOME WATER!”

Eyes landed on Xiaotian. Ah, right, he was the husband. The only person who (possibly) wouldn’t get killed if he questioned the order. “Why do you need water?!” he yelled back.

Red glanced at him to his hands. “MY FUCKING HANDS ARE ON FIRE!” he yelled. “I…” Xiaotian raised a brow and realization bloomed across his face. “I…I…Um…” Yang was facepalming, looking strangely annoyed. The fire floomed out. “I WAS JUST TESTING YOU!” Red looked very pleased at himself for the excuse. “YES, JUST A TEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE ABOUT ME! NOW-”

“OI, YOU IDIOT!” Gasps and shrieks rang out across the field at the insult. All eyes turned to Yang, who looked very annoyed. “GET OVER HERE!” Red jumped before practically sprinting over.

That sealed it.

Something was up.

His fan returned to his position over his mouth, hiding his frown.

And Qi Xiaotian intended to get to the bottom of it.

-_-

The room that Long Xiaojiao led him into looked like the armory. Red didn’t have the time to take it in, or the brainpower to do so. Xiaojiao slammed the door shut and whirled around on him. 

“Are you fucking insane?!”

“Possibly.” Red wasn’t really sure what else to say. There was another grunt and he hissed. “Look, I forgot! How was I supposed to remember that my hands could light up in fire?!” As if on cue, warmth spread over his hands. Red looked down and managed out a scream. Xiaojiao facepalmed and his scream died in his throat. The flames died down.

“I thought you were the biggest fan,” she sighed as she pulled her hand away. “Remember? Red Son is the Demon Bull King’s son, one of the only demons to actually hurt Sun Wukong-”

“With his Samadhi fire, right.” He was so lucky that having that sealed away was part of the villain’s backstory. Red had no idea what he would’ve done if this body still had that power. “Look, I’m sorry. I’m stressed. It slipped my mind.” Red rubbed his face, still feeling the heat prickling under his skin. “I have to keep in mind all these rules and decorum for a guy I really didn’t pay much attention to unless he was with Xiaotian.”

“How do you think I’m doing?!” Xiaojiao gestured to her maid dress- a beautiful shade of yellow, making her stand out, but still a maid dress. “This girl went and made everyone think all I’m good for is laying there like a fucking-” She took a deep breath. “And sobbing my eyes out when things don’t go my way! I could be doing stuff to keep my mind off the fact that I’m waiting to wake up, but they don’t let me!”

He could practically feel the heat of anger in her face. Shame cooled down the anger in his own chest. Red hadn’t really thought of what Xiaojiao had to deal with. She always seemed fine when they met up to talk about stuff, like her bestie or his parents.It had only been a week since he had gotten stuck here and they were bonding due to a traumatic situation, but Red honestly felt like he had made a friend.

He didn’t want to ruin it already.

“I’m sorry.” He undid his ponytail and began to redo it, the familiar motion also a soothing gesture. “I should have thought of what you’re going through here. You’re in a world where your bestie hates you.” And some other girl, the one actually based off of her, was taking her place. (Neither Red nor Xiaojiao were sure why she had got stuck in Yang’s body inside of Knight Long’s body.)

Xiaojiao sighed and her shoulders went slack. “I’m sorry too.” She held out her arms. “Hugs?”

“What?”

“Awkward friend hug? To deal with our feelings?” She smile, holding her arms out. Red leaned back and she stepped forward. “C’mon, you know you wanna. One little hug for your bestie.”

“I wouldn’t-” He sighed. “Fine.”

Xiaojiao grinned and wrapped her arms around him. After a pause, Red wrapped his arms around her. There was a brief but comforting squeeze before both of them went “Pat pat!” patting each other on the back. Xiaojio stepped back first, her smile a little more honest.

“Okay. Go get a shirt. They’re probably wondering what’s going on.”

Red nodded. “Yeah. Talk to you later.”

As he opened and closed the door, he heard her respond in kind. The walk through the halls was thankfully absent of anyone. Red didn’t really want to look at anyone after that humiliation.

Red shut the door with a sigh. This day could’ve gone so much better-

“What did Yang have to say?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin, whirling around. In the dim sunset light, he hadn’t seen Qi Xiaotian when he entered. His “husband” sat on a chair, dressed in a dark dressing gown, his amber eyes dimly glowing in the light. Then his question hit.

“Oh, uh, she was wondering if I was going crazy.” Kinda. Red stepped closer. “And told me to get a grip on myself.” That didn’t sound like a word the actual Yang would say, but he was tired. He sighed, starting to walk past. “I’m gonna go take a bath and-”

“What else?”

He paused. “What?”

Xiaotian stood. One shoulder of his dressing gown slid, exposing a beautiful shoulder, but he didn’t correct it. Instead, he walked over to a cabinet and opened it, revealing several bottles. A small glass was pulled down. “What else did you two talk about?” Xiaotian repeated, grabbing a clear bottle and pouring a glass of clear whatever.

This felt like a trap. “That’s it.” Red looked around. “Uh, that’s about it. That’s all. Why do you ask?”

Xiaotian threw back the glass. “You’ve been acting weird.”

“No, I haven’t-”

“See, that!” Suddenly there was a finger in his face. Red blinked, leaning back. Xiaotian didn’t seem to care, still glaring and with no explanation of how he crossed the room so fast. “You’re actually talking to me. Usually when you don’t want me to know something that I was asking, you would just walk past. I hate when you do that!” Ah…yeah. Right.

Red couldn’t do that now, however. “Well, um…” He looked around, hoping some excuse would pop up. Nothing came to mind. “Well, uh, you see…I was just talking to…”

“Is it that slut you keep fooling around with?!” At the words, Xiaotian clamped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide as if he didn’t believe what he just said. Red almost couldn’t believe it either. Both of them stared at each other, the cruel words settling between them. Xiaotian pulled his hand away. “I am…so sorry…” he said. “Despite my anger, she-”

He couldn’t do this.

Red launched forward, wrapping his arms around Xiaotian, pulling him close. His lips collided with the other man’s mouth and his entire body seemed to freeze.

His first kiss.

This…was his first kiss.

Even with all the daydreams of meeting and romancing Qi Xiaotian, never did Red actually think that his first kiss would be with him. His lips were cool, probably due to how hot his body had to run, and unmoving.

Right. He did just suddenly smooch him.

Red pulled back. Xiaotian blinked and it was unfair how pretty he was as dark lashes fanned over reddening cheeks. He swallowed back the urge to kiss him again and instead started with “I am…so sorry, I should have-” Hands rested on his shoulders. “...done something more appropriate…”

Xiaotian moved forward.

Those cool, soft lips pressed against his mouth.

Red jolted in surprise before giving into the urge to press into the kiss feeling his arms wrap around Xiaotian. It felt all too short before Xiaotian pulled away, blinking up at him.

He wasn’t sure if the world’s sparkliness was because of him or because this world was weird, but Xiaotian looked perfect. “This is the first time you’ve kissed me,” he sighed.

“...really?”

“Not since our wedding.” Xiaotian admitted, pushing forward and kissing him again. “Not since you’ve met Yang.” Another soft smack of lips pressed again against him before tears began to bead up in Xiaotian’s eyes. “Please don’t replace me with her.”

Red couldn’t help it. “I promise, I won’t,” He held Xiaotian close. Something niggled at his brain, something screaming about making fake promises, but he couldn’t remember what. “You’re the only one for me, Xiaotian.”

There was a little sigh and Xiaotian leaned back.

He looked like he didn’t believe him.

Still, his smile was warm as he led Red to the bed.

-_-

As he stared at the ceiling, feeling the warm and asleep Xiaotian at his side, Red could remember what was bugging him.

Sooner or later, he would leave and Demon King Red would be back. Xiaotian hadn’t had his realization about what a real bastard he was. He would do something and then suddenly Xiaotian would be dead.

Red tightened his grip on Xiaotian.

“Fuck.”

[cherrythepuppet]

Look At This!

I originally wrote this a couple months back but accidently deleted it, The orgingal was so much better and I had to re-write this was memory

Grover: @trashcanplant

Mob AU:@/clownsuu

TW: Penny gets bonked in head a few times

Penny gnawed at the ropes that held her arms together before suddenly she was hit in the back of the head "Cut that out!" One of the gang members demanded

"Your not my mom!" Penny exclaimed as she continued to chew on the ropes however she stopped after getting hit in the head again

"Whyd we take that one?" "Because She's the weakest" "I doubt that... she nearly tore off Ron's arm" "That's what happened to his arm?!"

Penny smirked when she heard that but it disappeared once She saw another gang member dragging somebody with a sack on their head into the warehouse

The gang member threw the person next to Penny and took the sack off "Hi Grover!" Penny exclaimed "Oh fuckin' great..." Grover grumbled

"So how'd you get kidnapped? For me, I was distracted watching these two rats fight over this moldy peice of pizza which looked decently good but-" "Penny. I do not care"

"The dame's talking again!" The guy that hit Penny hit her in the head again but this time with the back of his gun

"Ow..." Penny frowned while the guy left the two "How are we gettn' outta this?" Grover asked himself but then the ropes around him were untied

He looked over and saw Penny staring at him untied "You-" "I ate the ropes." "Oh, Well at least your teeth finally came in handy"

"So plan?" Penny asked as Grover put a hand to his chin trying to think, Penny watched then mimicked him "Weapons, where are our wepaons?" Grover replied

Penny pointed at a box over in the back of the warehouse

"Great. so we just-" "Tear their skin off?" Grover sighed "I can get the weapons but I'll need a distraction" Grover said "Finally my time has come" Penny grinned before she climbed onto a stakc of boxes

She cleared her throat to get everyone's attention and started singing "When I was a young Girl, I never thought it'd come to this!" She announced

Grover paused then slowly backed away from the crowd "The scars all seemed to heal And, soon, all I feel is regret" Penny began

"And now, I'm a grown gal! I've lost it all again But what I'll miss the most, Pay close attention while you get a look at... this!" She pulled a rubber duck out of her pockets

"Yeah, look at this! Then, look at that! Hehey, here's a hat!" She opened up a box and pulled out a random hat then threw it at someone

"This nonsense mostly doesn't mean a thing But listen closely, maybe it explains everything!" Grover quietly took out a few Gang members in the back

He got to the weapons and grabbed his Sickle as Penny continued singing "The secret to Bitcoin, computers, and microchips! The key to the future If you only look at this!"

She jumped off the boxes wobbling a bit when she landed then put a chocolate coin into someone's hands "Riches untold, you'll have dollars of gold If you focus on me, as the story unfolds"

And just as she was running out of ideas, She started singing in a Rock way instead of Opera "LOOK AT THIS! I HOLD THE KEY TO THE MYSTERY!"

"LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT NOTHING EXCEPT FOR ME!" She grabbed a gang members chin forcing them to look at her when they saw Grover in the corner

"LOOK AT THIS!" Penny chuckled and started making unintelligible growling "THAT WAS GIBBERISH! GROVER, HURRY THE FUCK UP!" Penny shouted

"I don't know how long I can do this!" She sighed "Ima need another sixty seconds!" Grover told her "Aw, fuck!" Penny groaned

She paused forgetting What to say "Okay, the thing I'm trying to say- I will say if you look this way..." She blinked then coughed

"Uh, y-you know, it's, uh, just as Toni used to say..." She trailed off "Puzza lasagna! Contorni, limoncello" She exclaimed

"Fortepiano! Buongiorno, ada Vongole" Antoni would be so pissed over this "Luigi, Firenze, Bucatini! Cingale~ Cingale~"

Penny took in a deep breath and kept going "So, look at... this! Please look at this! I am running out of places I can take this bit!" She cried

"So, look at this! Look at my face! I regret every event that got me in this place!" Finally Grover was noticed and when a gang member drew their Gun out Penny jumped onto their back

"This little song is driving me insane! My exhaustion is audible!" The gang member grabbed her hands and threw her off them and into a wall

"Now, the ending is probable! CUZ' THIS RUSE IS IMPOSSIBLE to maintain-" She was cut off by getting kicked in the head

"Shut the fuck up, Broad!" They demanded moments before Their head fell to the ground "Penn?" Grover asked

Penny laid on the ground coughing and groaning "My head hurts..." She mumbled "Alright- Just... C'mon get up" Grover said

He helped Penny up and she wobbled around "Did we win?" She asked "Uh- Yeah" Grover replied "Yaaaay!!" Penny giggled

"Let's get you to Poppy" Grover sighed "I like her" Penny grinned "I know, Penn. I know" Grover mumbled....

[inconspicuousmaker]

SWV: A Small Worms Viewpoint

So I’ve been re-reading ORV,

And as I do with any peice of media I start thinking how I could cross it with Worm.

So here we are.

Light worm and ORV spoilers

There’s a few different routes.

The simplest would be a basic alt-power similar to most The Gamer fics except with Dokjas reading based powers.

This would include stuff like her being able to bookmark other Parahuman powers and fourth wall.

And while nothing wrong with that, kinda boring imo.

The second would be taking the larger premise of ORV, that being someone who has read a book suddenly having it come to life around them.

This could be taken two ways, both off which have merit, but one much more unique.

One way is a character in worm like Madison or some small side character that is barely mentioned has read worm and thus would interact with it once they realize it was real.

This could be fun, but is quite similar to a lot of SI stories or ones where Taylor time loops.

The second way would be for worm to come to our world. A high schooler who loves the series arrives to school one morning to discover its name is now Winslow and there’s a girl being taken out of a locker. This student would have ri be an OC, but I think it could be quite fascinating to see how Worms world would layer on top of ours.

And while it would follow some conventions of a SI fic, the added component of the worlds merging would have enough of a knock on effect to sufficiently change the plot and add new elements.

The third and most interesting way I can think of, would be for the star stream to arrive in worm.

No readers, no future knowledge beyond what a prophet could provide. Just good ole scenarios and chaos added to Brockton.

Constellations would be other shards with Dokkaebis being entities of a sort. Scion and Eden would be retroactively gotten rid of (Cauldron would go ballistic of course) and parahumans who have triggered would be pre contracted to their shards/constellations.

As for when I’d set it. Either at the beginning of Worm with Taylor either just triggered with QA as her Sponser, or during Warlord Era so that she has some competency under her belt.

Oo! I know I said no future knowledge, but a post GM Taylor time looped back to the locker expecting to be able to do it all again only to be interrupted by the star stream out of left feild could be fun.

Heck, why not both.

Swap perspectives between a fresh faced un powered or just recently powered Taylor (maybe right after she’s met the undersiders?) who barely has a grip on things and a GM between who thought she had a grip on things and is now being shown there is a far bigger ceiling then the god she’s already tossed down.

Could be a fun dynamic playing on the ORV one of Dokja and Joonghyuk but in a diffrent way.

Thats all for now

Probably will write more later

[lyraistired]

Anime Review: Fate UBW

Alright! Let's kick off the anime part of the blog! I hope you're all having a nice day, and if you have any anime recommendations then please share them in the comments!

Now let's talk about Fate UBW! It is rare for me to enjoy animes that feature alot of combat, I find it a bit dull. Especially when the fights take multiple episodes. The franchise Fate is an exception to this.

Overview

Fate Unlimited Blade Works was a series released in October 2014, and it was based off of the visual novel Fate Stay Night. The basic premise is that 7 spirits from real or fictional history are summoned by 7 mages. The last mage - spirit team to survive will be granted an omnipotent wish. There is better terminology I could use, but let's keep this newbie friendly for now.

Main Character

The main character I find dull. Which is ironic if you watch the series. Shirou Emiya is the adopted son of Kiritsugu Emiya. Being an anime they both get called Emiya. For clarity I will use Shirou and Kiritsugu respectively. Shirou's backstory is quite straight forward. He survived a tragedy and then his dying adopted father started rambling about how he used to want to save everybody. Queue Shirou deciding to make it his personal goal to save everyone he sees. Even people who try to kill him... repeatedly. Shirou's morals provide a strong constant contrast in the series for how messed up things can get. Unfortunately this means he has minimal development and is designed to be a generic person.

I rate Shirou 5/10. He's not a bad character, he's just dull. I rated him as 5 instead of 4 due to his capacity to react to the setting as if he is clueless. Thereby becoming a guide to newer audiences

Side Characters

Literally everyone you meet is more awesome than the main character. There are various historical figures and several other mages who all develop and interact with one another.

9/10

Plot

The plot is good. There are a few twists here and there. This season was created as a good starting point to those unfamiliar with the franchise, and it is still considered one of the best pieces of media in the franchise.

When watching Fate it is important to assess it as its own peice of work. It is a world full of mages that act in weird, and sometimes horrifying, ways. But what these characters consider normal, we consider weird.

9/10

Final Rating

Truly Shirou is the fly in the ointment here. I am a massive fan of Fate, and I do think UBW is great!

8/10

[morroodle]

!!!!!!!!!!

I got him! I got the silly guy and his silly dragon!! :DDDDD

I have an amazing friend who had the original set just sitting on a shelf collecting dust (dear god there was so much dust I'm allergic to it and I was dying while building) and with some convincing of their family they sold it to me! For a reasonable price! Did I rip them off? Maybe! Its hard to tell!

The set is unfortunately incomplete which is probably the main reason I got it at such a good price but I dont really care because it still has the important part (the blorbo). The dragon is missing a few peices from one leg and the decorations on top of the saddle. The little ninja side builds are missing except for the monastery and possessed Lloyd is the only minifigure but I honestly don't care (ok maybe I care about the leg a lil). I'm still so happy with it though, the dragon looks so dam cool! Now to figure out where to display it...

Also I think I might be drawing another morro dragon in the near future suprise suprise

[disastrouscanasta]

Ooh tell me about Malarkey in the AU!

MALARKEY IN THE AU

okay so this is a really really random peice of writing which I am nowhere near finishing, but the au which this refers to is my luztoye film industry au, which has a few references to skip muck as an indie film director. now this little spinoff follows malarkey, as skip’s director of photography/cinematographer, skip himself, and alex penkala as their producer in this ragtag little prod co trio

basically, they work in the indie indie section of the industry. the shoestring budget, batshit insane part of it, and they do pretty much everything themselves because they can’t afford anything else or much more crew (even though objectively they’d do well in larger film circles, they have this idea of independence… within the independent film world… anywho)

it sort of chronicles their ups and downs with the making of their current short film. and for about 90% of it, malarkey is filming EVERYTHING and editing through the footage, so you’re getting his takes on a lot of stuff as he’s like “well I can get a good shot on that” or “that’d be better if i gave skip a little more headroom in this frame” while they’re literally just living their lives because trust me you can’t see the world through anything but a film lense when you know it

anywho. it’s a difficult thing to write because it’s sort of experimental— for me at least— based on the way malarkey interacts with everyone and also the introspection that his character is allowed to have because he’s a recording guy, he’s got recordings, he can see the stages of everything (throwback to malarkey being a keeper of everyone’s trinkets in the show, except this time it’s just memories that he has recorded because he ALWAYS. HAS. HIS. CAMERA.)

thanks so much for asking, i will take any and all opportunities to talk about this extended au