#from way waaaay back in the closet where i live around them

[gingerteaonthetardis]

the only good thing about christmas dinner this year was being Recognized by an out gay man. who was pissing my entire family off simply by attending. and him getting so excited about me living on a farm full of chickens he told me to shut my pansy pie hole

[mira--mira]

Hogwarts AU

(AKA another shiny distraction my brain latched onto, but I’m not writing this one bc 1. it’s already too long and 2. Valentine’s AU is already my wip bad idea one-shot of the month(s) lol.) 

Half ficlet/half random plot points. 

4K words

First and foremost: Madara is a Hufflepuff. Seriously. The heir of the Uchiha, a well-known pure-blood Slytherin family*, has the hat on his head for half a second before it’s yelling Hufflepuff. Madara’s family is the single most important thing to him and he will protect them no matter the cost. That loyalty triumphs even a desire for power.

His house mates are terrified of him. In the first-year Madara’s mostly quiet and homesick so he’s a loner. He hasn’t done anything to deserve his reputation but he’s an Uchiha in Hufflepuff. It’s the talk of the town for weeks. That all changes in his second year when Kaito gets put in Gryffindor. Despite Kou being a former Gryffindor, he gets bullied and told he doesn’t belong in his house. Madara gets in five separate duels in the span of two weeks, manages to win despite the bullies being fourth and fifth years and one time doesn’t even wait for wands to be drawn before he starts swinging at one of them. His reputation is well-deserved now and he absolutely does not care as long as the Gryffindors are terrified he’s going to appear behind them if they so much look at his brother wrong. Kaito is resigned, expecting nothing less, but does manage to make friends with two muggleborns. 

*The main Uchiha branch, before Madara’s generation, were one of the most pure-bred families and could trace a completely Slytherin legacy back to the beginning (though there were always rumors that a Veela or two intermarried.) And then Tajima fell head over heels for an extremely powerful muggleborn Gryffindor. The extended family was not pleased. To put it mildly. The heir is a half-blood and a Hufflepuff and the second eldest a Gryffindor. But at least Tajima didn’t marry a Senju, the family consoled themselves...

And speaking of, in his second year Madara also meets Hashirama. Hashirama, who is a Slytherin. He loves his family more than anything too but sees power and charm as the best way to protect them in the long run. Similar to Madara, he’s from a well-known family but the Senju before him had, at times, married half-bloods and muggleborns, but always were Gryffindors. Hashirama’s “defection” to Slytherin was not well-looked upon by his family, his house, or the house he was “supposed” to be in. He’s friendly and charming which is slowly winning people over, and incredibly powerful for his age. His and Madara’s first meeting is in the Forbidden Forest. Hashirama was out after hours looking for special plants, while Madara was out trying to spot a hippogriff. They run into each other and are very wary, but since they’re both second-years and they’re both breaking the rules...it’s not like one of them is in a “better” position than the other. Though with how many detentions Madara’s had for fighting his punishment would probably be more severe. 

Somehow they manage to run into each other three separate times, before the incident happens. The incident being stumbling upon a dead hippogriff and her one newly cracked egg with an injured newborn. Madara sees the baby, the dead mother, grabs it and tries to run back to the school. Punishment be damned, it won’t survive and he doesn’t know healing spells. Only to run smack-dab into Hashirama who’s been gathering herbs and happens to know healing spells. Madara sucks up his pride, and wants to avoid detention, and asks for his help. Together, Hashirama heals the hippogriff while Madara goes to find it something to eat. They spend hours with the baby together, but they don’t know what to do with after. So Madara, in his 12 year old wisdom, decides to take it into the castle. Due to the sheer terror of his presence, he and Hashirama manage to keep it hidden between them for three days. When it eventually gets discovered, both boys get punished with a week-long detention and that’s the start of their friendship. They’re pretty inseparable after that and it’s comical, from a distance, to see a scowling Hufflepuff and a sunny Slytherin walking side by side. Not a lot of their interests overlap, but they’re both waaaay too into dueling, join the dueling club, and quickly rise to the top of their year until the other kids really don’t want to go up against either one.  

They’re each others first real friend. Madara is stubborn and, let’s be real socially obliviousness enough, that he sticks with Hashirama no matter how many barbed comments come from the Slytherins, Gryffindors, or anyone else. Madara’s terrifying reputation has no effect on Hashirama, his first serious interaction with Madara was seeing him near tears holding an injured baby hippogriff after all, so his prickly demeanor and scowls don’t faze Hashirama.

Third year starts and Tobirama and Izuna are placed. Tobirama in Ravenclaw, and Izuna joins Madara in Hufflepuff. Tobirama tried to argue with the hat to place him in Gryffindor to please Butsuma, but that’s not happening. Izuna, similarly dedicated to family, isn’t a surprise to Madara but freaks the school out that there’s a second Uchiha in Hufflepuff and expect him to be like Madara. Izuna’s not. He’s sweet and innocent, and a terrible little prankster who no one suspects or can hold a grudge against. He’s also a little jealous of Hashirama for taking up his brother’s time and starts to wage a cold war against him. Hashirama thinks Izuna is adorable and it’s cute that he loves Madara so much, but like hell Hashirama is giving up his BFF. Tobirama thinks his brother is being childish and questions why he’s even friends with Madara in the first place, given Madara’s reputation and the fact that he still gets into fights though not as often. Kaito pretends he doesn’t know them, and only hangs out with Madara at school when Izuna and Hashirama aren’t around. 

Fourth year starts, Yuuto, Reo, and Kawarama start their first year. Yuuto and Reo live up to the Uchiha name and are placed in Slytherin. They’re also Izuna on steroids when it comes to pranks, set up a prank business based on favors, and insert themselves as agents of chaos in the ongoing cold war between Hashirama and Izuna. They tell Hashirama it’s all about ‘house solidarity’ with matching sinister grins and Hashirama knows he’s walking into some ongoing sibling thing in the Uchiha family. Still, he accepts their help and in response Izuna ropes an unwilling Tobirama into his schemes. Madara is still oblivious. Kawarama also lives up to the Senju name and gets placed in Gryffindor. Ironically, he looks up to Kaito as one of the ‘best’ example of a Gryffindor, and starts to follow him around like a duckling. Kaito’s first pearl of wisdom is to avoid their brothers, unless they’re alone, or all together. 

Fifth year starts and Itama is the last Senju to enroll. He gets placed into Hufflepuff and is absolutely terrified of the two older Uchiha in his house. Hashirama tries for a week to rope him into his and Izuna’s war and Itama blanches at the idea of acting like a spy, despite Hashirama’s protests that it’s not spying per se, it’s just keeping a very close eye on Izuna so Hashirama can get a leg up. Itama joins Kaito and Kawarama in the camp of “this is not my problem to deal with” and feels better about it even though it still means dealing with (another) Uchiha. Tobirama desperately wishes he was part of that camp. It all comes to a head before the Yule Ball. (I know it’s a Tri-Wizard tournament thing, but I want to use it.) Tobirama, fed up of Hashirama needling him, tells him if he wants a guaranteed night of uninterrupted peace where Madara’s attention is fully on him, just ask him to the Ball, third-years can’t attend. Tobirama was being sarcastic, but Hashirama takes the idea and runs with it. Runs all the way to Madara to immediately ask him on the spot. Madara who’s with Izuna. Who says yes with only a little bluster and two high spots of color on his cheeks.     

Hashirama is ecstatic. He is over the moon and Tobirama is regretting every single life choice that brought him to this moment. Over the next month he bothers all of his brothers, ‘should I cut my hair?’ ‘which haircut looks better?’ ‘do I need to get new dress robes?’ ‘which style do you think Madara would like best?’ ‘how does this cologne smell?’ ‘which kind of breathmint smells better?’ He asks Tobirama the last one and gets met with a scathing look and a silencing hex that seals his mouth shut for the next two hours. Itama is still paralyzed at the thought of Madara so Kawarama ends up being the one Hashirama hounds the most. Kaito also gets dragged in as a ‘Madara expert’ bc he’s with Kawarama a lot. 

The night of the Yule Ball comes and Hashirama, with uncut hair, new robes and cologne, and the fanciest kind of ten varieties of breathmint, sets out for his totally-not-a-date. Only to met with Yuuto on the stairs who wishes him luck. Hashirama thanks him and Reo, standing behind him immediately knocks him out with a stunning spell. They strip him of his fancy robes, tie him up, and leave him in a closet. Outside Slytherin’s dungeon entrance, Izuna’s waiting impatiently. The twins appear with a flourish, Hashirama’s robes in Reo’s hand and a polyjuice in potion in Yuuto’s. Family special. When Hashirama asked his brother out on a date right in front of him, it was time for Izuna to get serious. Even if meant sucking up his pride and asking his younger brothers for help. Yuuto and Reo like Hashirama but the chance to rub this in Izuna’s face forever? Him being eternally in their debt? So worth it. 

Izuna takes the potion and clothes and meets up with Madara as “Hashirama”. He has one plan. Make Madara see how insufferable Hashirama is, so he stops spending every free moment with him and instead spends more time with his family. First he’s late and shrugs it off whenever Madara asks. They go to the Ball and “Hashirama” ignores Madara. Barely responds whenever he speaks or constantly interrupts him and talks over him. Dances with other people and the one time Madara mutters that he wouldn’t mind dancing, says he’s too tired and retreats to the snack table. Internally, Izuna feels equal parts thrilled and guilty. His plan is working perfectly, but he feels a bit bad he’s putting his brother through this, even though it’ll be better in the long run. He doesn’t even have to try and ignore him in the later half of the night, Madara sits by himself in a corner and won’t even look at or speak to “Hashirama.” They leave the Ball early and barely round two hallways, only the barest cover of ‘privacy’ before Madara whirls on him and starts yelling about how embarrassing and humiliating the entire experience was and why did he even ask him out if this was how he was going to act? Izuna sees the final nail in the coffin and and says he was confused and thought he liked Madara like that but decided he didn’t. He didn’t want to go to the Ball together, but he couldn’t think of a good way to tell Madara before. Izuna expects anger. Expects to see Madara’s infamous short temper and has prepared to flee with three distinct escape routes in mind in case his brother pulls out his wand. 

He doesn’t expect Madara’s face to collapse in devastation. Or worse for his eyes to turn shiny with tears before he spins and starts stalking away. Izuna realizes how bad he’s messed up and tries to stop Madara. But the infamous temper sparks now, and he’s barely touched his shoulder before Madara’s turning and slamming his fist into “Hashirama’s” face. Izuna drops, unused to the pain and with a choked snarl not to follow him, Madara flees. 

After a minute or two, Izuna picks himself up and dusts himself off. Only to immediately get shoved up against the stone walls as the real Hashirama comes flying around the corner, dressed in his undershirt and pants. He’s furious and for the first time in his life Izuna is actually scared of him. Hashirama demands to know where Madara is and what Izuna did. Izuna explains, in half-formed sentences, feeling like he’s about to cry. The more he says, the paler Hashirama gets until now he’s the one tearing up but his face is still twisted in rage. He yells at Izuna, how he would never do or say any of that, how important Madara is to him and how much he was looking forward to tonight. Izuna’s crying now, mumbling out apologies, and other partygoers are starting to happen upon them and see the very confusing sight of Senju Hashirama shoving Senju Hashirama up against a wall. 

Hashirama drops him and tells him to go back to his dorm while he takes off after Madara. There is a chance Madara went back to his dorm but it’s unlikely. He doesn’t like to be around people when he’s upset. Hashirama checks the owlery, he peers into the magical creatures’ enclosure, he’s considering going into the Forbidden Forest or trying to get on a broom to check the skies, when he spots the greenhouse’s door cracked open. He creeps closer and hears someone sniffling inside. Peering around the corner, he can barely make out Madara’s dark form. It’s only because he’s sitting under the moon lilies in Hashirama’s portioned off area of the greenhouse he can see him at all. 

Hashirama stumbles in as Madara looks up and yells at him to leave. Hashirama sees the tear tracks on Madara’s face and immediately starts sobbing himself. He moves closer despite Madara’s protests and eventually gets the full story out. Madara doesn’t yell at him to leave again and together they sit in silence under Hashirama’s moon lilies until he can’t take it and moves even closer, grabbing Madara’s hand. He doesn’t have his mints and his breath is still hitching from crying so hard, but he learns forward and kisses him. For one moment, Madara doesn’t respond and Hashirama thinks the night is going to get even worse before he finally reacts and kisses back. 

They’re curled together under the moon lilies until the sun rises and the flowers wilt. Both of them are exhausted, but neither wanted to leave and burst their little bubble of peace. It lasts until a harried professor walks into the greenhouse and spots them. When neither returned to the castle, Izuna panicked and thought they were hurt so he told a teacher and the entire staff has been searching for them for a better part of the night. 

Parents are called and there’s a conference. Tajima, Kou, and Butsuma can barely be in the same room together without wands or fists coming out. Soroko is sitting in the middle of it, trying to actually figure out why they were called in. Everything eventually comes out and Yuuto, Reo, and Izuna are punished for attacking another student, creating a polyjuice potion, and impersonating a student. Butsuma is torn between fury that three Uchiha attacked his son, and irritation that their ultimate goal, to separate Madara and Hashirama, failed.

And fail it did. If they were joined at the hip before, it’s nothing compared to now. The rest of their fifth year was a bit rocky with family dynamics. Izuna does apologize to both, but Madara’s disappointed and Hashirama’s not quick to forgive in this situation. Neither are happy with the twins either, but they were opportunistic rather than the masterminds. By the end of the year the worst has been smoothed over but Hashirama and Izuna still have an uneasy relationship. In groups, they’re fine, but it gets awkward fast if it’s just the two of them. 

Sixth year starts and Hashirama and Madara are officially dating. The extended Uchiha family mourn, it’s Tajima all over again, and the Senju have to reckon with an unlikely friendship becoming an unlikely romance. And hopefully it’s just a teenage fling, but with the way Hashirama talks about their future after school, each career choice changing depending on the month but always the two of them together worries the Senju. There’s an attempt to arrange an engagement between Hashirama and Uzumaki Mito, a Ravenclaw who transferred in their third year, but it falls apart quickly. 

Seventh year starts and those far off plans becomes reality as they pass their NEWTS and graduate. They spend a few years in a professional dueling league before eventually inheriting their fathers’ spots in the government. It’s a...bit awkward for the extended family bc they still hate each other but the heads of their houses are married and live together. In their spare time, Madara fosters and rehabilitates injured magical birds and Hashirama has a garden that is less of a garden and more of a forest with a lot of (illegal) magical plants. Tobirama is an arthimancer but dabbles in potions and he threatens to report his brother every week, but comes to collect rare ingredients because the shops never have the same quality. Izuna gets a respectable job in the Department of Mysteries, but moonlights as a diviner that reads people’s fortunes and scams them out of their money. Kaito has no interest in politics and is the only person in the history of hogwarts who wants to willingly teach history of magic. Kawarama becomes a defense lawyer in the wizengamont and is notorious for bringing up loopholes and obscure magical laws that haven’t been used since 1632. Yuuto and Reo open their prank shop...and low-key revive the wizard mafia. They always know someone, somewhere that somehow owes one of them a favor. They never get into politics and everyone, including the extended Uchiha family, are glad.

Misc. Facts about this AU

Kou’s abnormal power in this AU is that she cannot use a wand. She was taken wand shopping but all of them eventually...exploded. Kou’s magic reacted negatively with other magical focuses and she relies completely on wandless magic. Madara inherited that natural ability from her, but his magic doesn’t react negatively with his wand. It allows him to, at the height of his power, “double-cast” once with his wand and once wandless with only a slight split second delay between them. Meanwhile Hashirama has insane stamina and a weird ability where spells just...aren’t that effective against him. They work, but never seem to be at full strength. This is great for offensive spells, not great for defensive/healing ones. Hashirama’s own magic, however, reacts normally to his body.

Tajima and Butsuma are both politicians in the Ministry of Magic and their seats are the farthest apart in the room. They were rivals in school and it continues now. They even occasionally agree on policy decisions, they just hate each other. 

Madara loves flying but he was banned from the school quidditch team. Kou is a professional player and he tried some of her prohibited moves. Namely, jumping off his broom, to drop down and grab a bludger and hurl it at the enemy before recalling his broom. 

Hashirama has a fear of flying. He fell off a broom as a child and gets extremely nervous when his feet don’t touch the ground. He will fly with Madara, but his eyes are close the entire time and he’s clinging to Madara’s back.

Kaito and Kawarama are best friends. Not “best friends” like Hashirama and Madara’s love-struck romance or “best friends” like Izuna and Tobirama’s frenemy status, but actual good platonic friends. Kaito made the joke that Itama could make friends with the twins and then it’d all even out. Itama takes one look at those crazy two and bursts into tears. 

Itama eventually gets used to Madara. They both love magical creatures and Itama is forced to see him a lot after hours. Madara still terrifies him, but at least he treats the animals nicely. The other three Uchiha still terrify him. 

Mito transferred to Hogwarts in her third year. She’s a Ravenclaw and is friendly with the Senju, especially Hashirama and Tobirama. Hashirama is an endless source of amusement for her and Tobirama balances it out with interesting ideas. 

Madara has a falcon for his pet instead of an owl. He was told it wasn’t allowed and responded by saying the falcon’s name was Owl. Why can’t his Owl be allowed in school? The administration is not amused.

Soroko is the most normal and level-headed out of the Senju/Uchiha parents. She reaches out to Kou once it becomes obvious Hashirama is determined to keep Madara as his friend, despite Butsuma’s disapproval. Once they start dating Kou and Soroko start meeting regularly for tea and lunches. She also has a bit of a mischievous side and likes Yuuto and Reo best (polyjuice incident aside)

The Uchiha’s maternal muggle grandparents are still alive. They usually visit for at least two weeks every summer and there are hijinks. Tajima still can’t stand muggle newspapers and their non-moving pictures. He despises muggle cars and traffic jams and still doesn’t understand what a TV is, but can turn the channel and raise/lower the volume. However, he loves fountain pens and scandalized the entire Ministry by exclusively using them after his father-in-law got him a fancy engraved set. Kou’s parents take the invasion of magic into their space remarkably well. Madara dragged in god only knows how many freakish alien looking birds from a supposedly normal non-magical wood. Kaito, as a child, refused to go anywhere for more than a day or two without the talking portrait of great-great-great-great-great grandma Uchiha. Izuna was sweet as sugar, but insisted on trying to cast every charm he knew on their furniture and clothes to show them, despite Tajima and Kou’s repeated warnings about underage magic and not turning grandma and grandpa’s couch into a miniature version of itself. And Yuuto and Reo were causing trouble before they could walk. Countless times Kou’s parents had to tip-toe around booby-traps in their own house that would dump frogs on them, or politely put smuggled howlers at the bottom of the mail pile to deal with later. They are very patient people. Very.

Kiddo Breakdown

Madara 

Hufflepuff  Interests - Dueling, Care of Magical Creatures (loves anything with feathers) Patronus - peregrine falcon Wand - red oak, phoenix feather, 12.5 inches, inflexible 

Hashirama

Slytherin Interests - Dueling, Herbology, Healing Spells Patronus - brown bear Wand - english oak, dragon heartstring, 12.5 inches, springy 

Kaito

Gryffindor  Interests - DADA, History of Magic Patronus - canary Wand - pear, unicorn hair, 9 inches, pliable

Izuna

Hufflepuff Interests - Charms, Divination Patronus - ferret Wand - rowan, unicorn hair, 10 inches, inflexible 

Tobirama

Ravenclaw Interests - Potions, Arithmancy Patronus - polar bear Wand - walnut, dragon heartstring, 9.5 inches, stiff

Yuuto

Slytherin  Interests - Potions, pranks, entrepreneurship  Patronus - coyote  Wand - sycamore, unicorn hair, 10 inches, springy 

Reo

Slytherin  Interests - Charms, pranks, entrepreneurship Patronus - jackal  Wand - sycamore, dragon heartstring, 10 inches, pliable 

Kawarama 

Gryffindor Interests - Transfiguration, History of Magic Patronus - lynx  Wand - larch, phoenix feather, 9.5 inches, reasonably springy 

Itama

Hufflepuff Interests - Care of Magical Creatures, Astronomy Patronus - rabbit Wand - willow, unicorn hair, 11 inches, unpliable  

[mcustorm]

Thoughts on Love, Victor Season 1

PSA: If you think that you might be gay, don’t get a girl emotionally invested! Please!

Ya know, at first when I thought about what I was going to write about this show, I thought that I should split the writings into the first half/last half of the show. Now I’m thinking “screw it”, if only because if I was going to go that route I should have stopped, parsed through my feelings about the first 5 episodes, and written those thoughts before proceeding with the next half. That, of course, did not happen, so to prevent the back half of the season’s events from miring the first half, I’ll just write about the whole shebang. There’s probably a joke about that word somewhere, I’ll try not to make it.

Anyways, let’s start by saying that on the whole, I really liked this show. It was not as good as Sex Education season 1, yet in my opinion waaaay better than HSMTMTS season 1. Most of the characters were likable and felt developed enough, it moved at a nice pace, and you can tell that a lot of heart went into this. Perhaps because we all watched this in a day, it felt like a 5 hour movie rather than a 10 episode tv show.

Additionally, I of course like the Latinx representation. The intersectionality of the Latinx community and the LGBTQ+ community has been presented on at least five TV shows to my knowledge: Ugly Betty, One Day at a Time, Diary of a Future President, The Baker and the Beauty, and now Love, Victor. Let’s keep it up!

As for the premise of the show itself, I *love* that this show acknowledges that Simon’s journey, at least at his house, was leaps and bounds easier than many other people’s. Victor’s parents are more conservative and religious, and they don’t have their shit together, so this is not the best environment to drop that bombshell in (which is why it was so incredible when Victor decides to do it anyway). Simon and Victor’s DM’s being a framing device for the show was a great way to tie the universe together.

The hook of Love, Simon was that you know all those cheesy and cliche rom-coms that straight people have gotten since the dawn of time? Well LGBT people deserve those stories too! Love, Victor is sort of presented with that same thesis in mind, which is why watching these episodes felt like different things I’ve seen before all over. The whole season ironically feels like Alex Strangelove: The TV Show, right down to the often cringy relationship with the girl, the openly gay love interest who conflicts our protagonist, and the goofball friend who chases after a girl who is seemingly out of his league.

Mia’s character felt a lot like Laila from All-American, being a black girl who is ordained as the hottest girl at school (which I feel like is a title only given in fictional schools), who also has a missing mother and problems with her rich dad. Pilar, on the other hand, feels like Casey from Atypical, in that she is openly rebellious in large part because of her mother’s infidelity.

Victor’s story this season sure was something to watch. The biggest question for me was, just how much sympathy should he be given? The world is inherently unfair to Victor. None of us should have to go through the agony and anxiety that so often comes with being in the closet and coming out. But for Victor to have visited those problems on Mia, who is going through things herself? That makes him pretty morally gray.

But he was still finding himself! But he loves Mia, just not like that! I get it, which is why he should have cut things off as soon as he got back from New York, no he should have cut things off when she asked him if there was “anything else” in her bedroom, no he should have cut things off when he literally felt like he and Benji were the only two people in the room at the concert, no he really shouldn’t have done this to begin with.

The line between Victor finding himself and him deceiving Mia is the conflict of the show, but the moment for me when I was like “Damn, Victor” was after he intentionally derailed Mia’s shebang-ing that she planned, he found the gall to lie to Benji and plan a seduction! That is why the season finale was so glorious. Because yes, while the world is unfair to Victor, he’s being unfair to the people around him.

I have made it a point not to read other people’s opinions extensively so as not to bias my own thoughts, but is Felix everybody else’s favorite? Felix’s character and arc was great. He was a supportive friend yet still felt like he had a story and stakes of his own, something which some TV shows get right (Sex Ed) and some TV shows get various shades of wrong (Jamie Johnson, Andi Mack). I like that he knew his worth and cut things off with Lake, and I like that she realized that her happiness with him should take priority over what others think of her.

I was soooo sympathetic to Mia. Her world is being turned upside down at home. Clearly, she has not even processed her mother being out of her life, and now her Dad is “replacing” her Mom while the baby is also “replacing” her! In Mia’s eyes, at least. Mia just needs to know that she is loved and appreciated. Which she *thought* of all people she’d be able to get from her boyfriend. Shucks.

As for the rest of Victor’s family, I also thought the parents’ storyline was pretty interesting yet unfortunate. Armando just can’t come around to trusting Isabel, which I actually kind of understand. Isabel, meanwhile, is being prevented from doing the thing she loves to do, which sucks especially because she’s in a radically new environment. Adrian is of course great, protect him at all costs. Pilar’s seemingly permanent mode of “angsty” is completely justified, as her friends back in TX are moving on just fine without her, she’s having trouble opening up and fitting in, and her family is WYLIN.

Some things that didn’t go so well for me was Andrew’s character, who feels like he’s just there to obstruct at any given moment. Y'all knew that when Victor and Benji were having that convo in the bathroom, someone was in the stall and someone was Andrew. Also, my guy, how are you not even somewhat aware that you are a total douchecanoe? I liked Benji, but Venji didn’t quite work for me because of all of the cheatation that it took to get there. Benji was pissed and ready to stay away from Victor permanently after the [attempted seduction], but once his relationship was over he was completely fine with putting his tongue down Mia’s boyfriend’s throat.

Overall, I really enjoyed this show. Some of these teen dramas I’m admittedly only watching for the LGBT content, so to have that be at the forefront of a show for once was amazing. The conflict was realistic if frustrating, and to me most of the characters seemed fully realized. Thankfully, the show didn’t even feel too “spin-offy” even with Nick Robinson being all over it.

In any given multi-season serialized show, the trajectory of the show goes one of two ways: the first season puts your feet on the ground of the series, and then later seasons go above and beyond with the storytelling (The Office, Breaking Bad, Bojack Horseman, Jamie Johnson) OR the first season is pretty great TV, and the following seasons fail to live up to its glory (The Good Place, Dear White People, really most every Netflix show ever). Which category Love, Victor ends up in is something to look forward to. Where do we go from here now that Victor is taking his first steps out of the closet?

Stray thoughts from the episodes:

The soundtrack on the whole, was not my cup of tea. I still liked a couple of songs, so that means somebody out there liked more of them.

I completely forgot Natasha Rothwell was in Love, Simon. More of her! More of Ali Wong! More of Beth Littleford! They were all great.

So Roger got his ass beat by Armando, and he still wants to get back with her?? Roger is reckless, man.

Speaking of reckless, Victor’s closet skills completely fell apart towards the end there. Assume somebody’s always watching!

Lake’s mother is a trip.

Good for the family for standing up to the grandparents.

Oh my god, Simon and Bram. Those guys are mine, and now they’re growing up and moving to the Big Gay City. They’ve come a long way.

Speaking of the Big Gay City, we were in Atlanta for a season and got *0* acknowledgement of the vibrant gay community there. More things to look forward to.

Was anybody else singing Selena along with Isabel? That is my favorite Selena song!

By rule of Felix being a male and Pilar being a female close in age, I immediately thought they were going to be a thing. The writers didn’t pull that thread too much...

That moment at the end there when we all thought Victor was going to hold off on his announcement only for him to go “fuck it” and say it anyways? And then he got to exhale? Perfect. chef’s kiss

What with June being Pride month, the SCOTUS ruling a couple of days ago, this entire show premiering today, and Delliot things going down in less than 24 hours, this will likely be the gayest week of the year. I suggest we all enjoy it.

Stay Peachy!

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Status Change (baon)

Summary: Okay, so what, Red is sick.

Why the hell does that mean he has to be in Sans's house?

Notes: Let me apologize for the timeline being all over the place with these two. 😭

This is set not long after Monsters come to the surface, long before Red and Sans try on a little round of 'assholes with benefits' and waaaay before anything else. Hope that makes sense!

Tags: Kustard, Prequel to the series, Hurt/Comfort (kinda), Sickness. Pre-relationship

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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“what the hell is he doing here?”

The last thing Sans expected to find when he came back home from a trip to nap on one of the park benches was his Underfell clone in his bro’s room, snuggled up tight in Papyrus’s bed. The only reason the blasters weren’t coming out was that Paps wasn’t in the bed with him. Also, Red looked pretty unconscious but Sans wasn’t counting on that to stop him from pulling some shit.

Papyrus was dabbing at Red’s face with a wet cloth, the joints in his fingers still glowing faintly green from what must’ve been a wallop of healing magic. It was practically crackling in the air still, like the world’s kindest static electricity.

“He is sleeping,” Paps said, with enough of a ‘duh’ tone that Sans couldn’t stop a grin, “a state of being that I assumed you would easily recognize, since you practice it so often.”

“uh huh. why is he sleeping and why there?”

“From what I understand, he has been ill for days.” Papyrus tossed the wet cloth into a bowl and stood, and Sans frowned inwardly as his brother wobbled on his feet. Trying too hard to heal the asshole, for sure, like he deserved Paps’s personal attention. He had his own fucking brother to look after him, thanks, and if Edge didn’t want to put on the nurse costume that didn’t mean Papyrus had to start digging through his closet for one, even if he had the legs for it.

As if sensing Sans’s internal grouching, Papyrus said, quietly, eh, well, quietly for him. “Edge is still out of town and Red refused to go to the hospital, so I brought him here.”

Great, that was all they needed. Even after finding their strays a home, looked like some of ‘em couldn’t stop from coming back to check the ol’ food bowl. He and Paps had been about as helpful with the other skeletons as anyone could expect by Sans’s account; having four clones show up on their doorstep, two apiece, should’ve been enough to throw anyone off their game, especially when they worked through the data to figure out how it all happened. But not his bro, no, ‘course not. Papyrus was delighted for the game to go into overtime. He welcomed ‘em all in like they were long lost family, planning movie nights and summer barbecues with the ‘cousins’ before they’d even gotten up to see the sun.

Meh, it was easier for him, though. Paps got off lucky in that department, at least his murder clone kept mostly to himself while he got his new life into order and his mirror twin only wanted to smoke and lay on the sofa while Sans got stuck with the energizer rabbit version of Suzy Homemaker and the asshole.

None of that was Papyrus’s fault, though.

“yeah?” Sans barely gave the lump under his brother’s blankets a glance. “if you’d left him on the street, someone would’ve called an ambulance eventually and they coulda strapped him down. That’d save the two of us from playing pair-of-medics.”

“Sans! First, that would be rude!” Papyrus scolded. “And second, if you think for one moment I could leave a skeleton Monster who looks so much like you lying in the street, then we need to have another Brotherly Bonding Night, I believe it’s your turn to pick the game. And third, I think everyone knows he would have taken a shortcut to anywhere to avoid that whether it was a paramedics or more. They would have knocked on our door for help and we would be here anyway, so by bringing him here, I eliminated at least three steps! It was efficient!”

Guess Sans couldn’t argue that. He could damn well argue what came next, though.

“Now, sit with him while I make some soup! We still have some tomatoes on which I can demonstrate my might!” The way he pounded his fist in his hand didn’t bode well for the kitchen, but eh, at least the flavors were getting better. It was when he backtracked to the first part of that statement that Sans stood up straighter, appalled.

“why do i gotta sit with him?” Sans whined. His plan that he’d just come up with was to hide in his bedroom until the asshole was out of the house.

“Because of the two of us, you are the expert in seated occupancy.” Sans let his grin widen. Trust Paps to be able to sling some shade even healing-exhausted. His bro was the coolest.

He looked back at their uncool guest and scowled. “and why does he need a babysitter?”

“Because he is vulnerable and if he wakes, he will feel better if someone is keeping watch.” Pretty thoughtful, even if it was for a guy that didn’t deserve it.

A Check tossed his way might still show Red’s name as ‘Sans’, but that was about where the real resemblance ended. From the moment he’d landed in their living room, Red was all out proving he was an asshole through and through, nothing was holding his skeleton together but hot air and snark, frosted with violent tendencies. About the only thing that kept Sans from tossing his ass back out into the snow was Papyrus.

He’d toned back on the snark these days, a little. One might even suggest that lately Red treated Papyrus rather fondly, if one was crazy and/or an asshole, or somehow otherwise emotionally degenerate.

Sans wasn’t the emotionally degenerate one, so he flung himself into the chair, waving Paps off to the kitchen before he could ask for anything else that Sans wouldn’t be able to turn down. From this angle, he could actually see Red or what little of him wasn’t buried into the blankets.

Yeah, okay, Red looked like shit. His skull was chalky-pale where it wasn’t pink-streaked by sweat, sockets closed to hide those creepy red eye lights. Those sawblade teeth were parted while he drooled messily on Paps’s clean sheets. Who knew what the fuck the asshole was sick with, low HP made ‘em prone to catching any ol’ germ floating around. Probably Sans shouldn’t even be sitting here, he was gonna get the Ebott Mountain Spotted flu or something and—

“don’” It wasn’t more than a frail whisper, Red’s teeth barely moving.

“huh?” Sans leaned in, tilting his skull for a better listen. Red stirred a little, rolling on his back, but didn’t seem to wake. His brow bone furrowed, making the crack that ran through his one socket gape disturbingly wider.

“don’,” Red mumbled again, wispy low. “don’t. pap.” He started shivering, little unbalanced jerks rocking him, setting his bones rattling like castanets.

Sans frowned, leaning in closer. Nightmares he had some passing familiarity with, though he suspected the Fell bros had a hellava lot more viewing material. He wasn’t real sure about those two; he could see their souls, their sins, and still couldn’t quantify them. Oh, sure, he’d done a song and dance for Asgore about ‘em, how Edge’s LVL was caused by him being a soldier, not a serial killer and Red didn’t have any at all. But that was about all he got from a shallow peek into their souls and he hadn’t really wanted to take a high dive into the deep end of their sins.

Still, he’d never met anyone whose soul gave him so little damn insight and he morbidly wondered if it was because they’d learned to keep it pretty close to the chest, pun intended, ‘cause of the state of their world. Edge wasn’t the chatty sort but he’d told them enough about Underfell to make Sans pretty glad the Universes toppled the way they did.

Red was still shaking, kicking off the blankets and his bones were flushed with fever. He made a hissing, hushing sound, blurred and slurry, “don’ cry, baby bro, i gotcha. won’t let ‘em, shhhhh.” He struggled to roll over again, smearing crimson sweat on the sheets as those knifey fingers of his stabbed right into the mattress while he groped for nothing, letting out what was almost a sob, “paps!”

It was pretty fucking stupid the way those few words made Sans’s soul lurch. So fucking what, the guy cared about his bro. Didn’t make him less of an asshole.

And it didn’t mean shit when Sans reached down to pick up the wet cloth Paps’d been using, wringing it out and gingerly wiping off Red’s face even as he kept a close eye on those Edward Scissorhands of his. Yeah, he was gonna get sick, for sure, the germs were probably parading up his arm even as he dabbed away that trickling sweat.

Red quivered again, wracked with shudders, mumbling out their brothers’ shared name with disturbingly poignant despair and suddenly, Sans couldn’t stand to watch it anymore.

“paps is fine,” Sans said, softly, “he’s fine. he’s safe.”

’Safe’ seemed to be the magic work, Red sagging back into the sheets with a weak sigh. Sans kept up those low reassurances until Red settled a little more, leaning into the cloth as Sans wiped his face, those almost-sobs clotting into snoring. Sans dipped the rag into the ice water again, wringing it out some and setting the cool rag on Red’s forehead.

“fucking asshole,” Sans muttered, hopping down from his chair to pull the tangle of blankets back over Red before he could get a chill and make a stupid cold even more complicated. Sooner the asshole got better, the sooner they could kick him back to his own house.

Until then, Sans climbed back in the chair and settled in to keep watch. Didn’t mean anything, he’d told Papyrus he would, was all, and he’d done worse things before than sitting around watching Red sleep.

And when Red stirred again, calling weakly for his bro, Sans didn’t hesitate to tell him he was safe.

-finis-

[halfdemondolphin]

A comprehensive list of all the times I’ve almost been the dumb white girl in a horror movie:

(Disclaimer: My school is incredibly old and incredibly haunted so keep that in mind.)

-The time I went into the very haunted basement of my school (late at night after a talent show) while discussing with friends who would die first in a horror movie

-The time I found a mysterious ladder (presumably leading to the off-limits towers attached to my school) in the back room of my schools cooking class.

-The time that back room was the one filled with knives.

-The time I decided it would be a good idea to go ghost hunting with friends in the middle of the night in January. And nearly got frostbite (it waaaay below freezing idk what we were thinking).

-The time my theater friends and I discovered an abandoned movie theater and briefly considered entering

-The sheer amount of times I’ve stayed in cabins in the middle of nowhere, far from cities (or hospitals)

-The sheer amount of times friends have told scary stories around campfires in the previously mentioned secluded cabins

-The time I ended up in the middle of a party in one of the previously mentioned secluded cabins, someone got a shard of glass in their foot, everyone else collectively decided they were too drunk to drive to the hospital so they left it till morning.

-The time I used a Ouija board in a friends 100 year old house

-And The Ouija board worked

-And we failed to say goodbye properly

-And we tried to use the calming energy of Bob Ross to get rid of the evil spirits

-And it worked for a while

-But a few weeks after, my friend (who lives in the house) reported seeing strange figures in the dark

-The time we decided to try to summon something else (but we haven’t gotten around to that yet)

-The fact that every time I see a snake my gut reaction is to pick it up

-The fact that, as a kid, I saw a wild rat in a barn and my gut reaction was to cuddle it

-The fact that my gut reaction to a tarantula was “aw”

-The time when I was little and I swore to god I saw a goblin running under my bed (in retrospect it was probably just my dog but I obviously don’t have the best track record with the paranormal so I thought I’d mention it)

-The time my friend almost convinced our teacher to let us host a ghost hunt in our school at night.

-The time my friend almost convinced our teacher to let us into the room full of very old and very haunted objects my school just happens to have.

-The fact that my school has a whole room devoted to very old and very haunted objects

-The fact that my school has a few too many secret rooms

-The fact that I have an attic (with stuff in it, if I remember correctly) that no one has even spoken of in probably a decade

-The time a black truck followed me and some friends on the sidewalk and we didn’t notice for idk how long

-Like, the truck was driving ON THE SIDEWALK

-AND SO WERE WE

-AND WE JUST DIDN’T NOTICE

-AND WHEN WE DID WE JUST WENT “oh shit” AND ACCEPTED OUR FATE AND JUST KEPT WALKING

-The time me and some friends walked into a witch store to find a few women sitting at a table, probably mid-seance, and we just hung out for a bit.

-The time I found a post about playing tag with demons and immediately asked my friends if they wanted to play

-The time a few friends and I took the schools elevator down to the boiler room that looked suspiciously like a dungeon

-The time me and the same group got locked in a secret back staircase in the school

-And that back staircase was hidden behind a room full of saws

-The times (plural) I’ve heard what was probably ghosts in the bathroom but just decided I didn’t have the energy to investigate

-The time me and a friend were going to go out to an abandoned silo, but it was too hot so we just went home and watched Stranger Things

-The time my friend swore to god she saw a murderer on a drive through the woods at night

-The time my friend swore to god she saw a face at the bottom of a lake

-The time I went stargazing in a forest full of burnt down trees

-The time I went stargazing on an unstable dock at a summer camp

-The times my dog has barked at nothing when I’m home alone at night and I’ve simply decided not to deal with it

-All the time I’ve spent in the practice room in my music class, affectionately known as “the death closet”

-The time my entire music class got trapped in a back staircase during an unplanned fire drill

-All the times friends have turned the mysterious dial in the music rooms back hallway

-All the times I’ve sat uncomfortably close to the mysterious trapdoor in one of the music practice rooms

-The time my friends went to check for our other friend in the unlit field behind my old school

-The many times I’ve snuck around my school before choir shows with the intention of finding ghosts

-The times my friends have heard people taking in empty classrooms after hours

-The times my friends have heard people talking right next to them in empty hallways DURING SCHOOL HOURS

-The time I saw something in the sky at a drive-in movie that I assumed was a shooting star but, upon seeing a regular shooting star, realized it maybe was not...

-All the time I spent in a theater before finding out that saying the name of the Scottish play in a theater is a big no no.

-The time I figured that out, after someone said the name of the Scottish play in a theater.

-The time my class at my old school went into the forest behind the school for a project and I found an area a few meters in diameter where every plant was completely dead. Every other area in the forest was completely normal.

-The fact that I just hung out in dead-plant-land for a bit.

-The fact that, after every single one of these things happened, I just shrugged it off and went back to doing what I was doing before.

*I’m probably gonna edit this cause I often find better ways to say things after I’ve already posted them, sorry in advance*

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #288

“i never believed the devil was real, but god couldn’t make someone filthy as you”

When was the last time you drove or travelled for over an hour? Where did you go? Around a month back, I rode with Mom and my sister to my mom’s doc appointment. When you get old, are you going to let your hair go gray or dye it instead? Haha, I don’t see my desire to dye my hair wild colors ever fading. What genre was the last book you read? Was it any good? Fantasy. It was very good. Did you ever wear braces on your teeth? Yes. What’s your favorite condiment to have with sausages or hot dogs (or the vegetarian equivalent)? I just have ketchup and mustard. Which fictional character can you relate to the most? Is this a character from film, TV or a book? I dunno, there’s just so many to dig through. I’ve never felt a *strong* connection to any. Do you groom your eyebrows? If so, how? Not really anymore. Do you own any photo albums? Are they dedicated to special occasions or just a random selection of photos? We have old ones stored in a cabinet somewhere. I haven’t looked at them in a long time, but I think they’re loosely bound by time periods. What’s your favorite meal of the day - breakfast, lunch, or dinner? Breakfast, for sure. Who was the last person you texted? How do you know that person? Sara. She’s my best friend. What was the reason behind the last time you shouted or raised your voice? It wasn’t severe at all, but I raised my voice to tell Roman to stop clawing at the carpet. Are you a citizen of more than one country? Would you ever use that advantage to move abroad? No. Have you ever read any of John Green’s books? If so, which one is your favorite? I barely started The Fault in Our Stars, and that’s it. I’m quite sure I would if I actually read them, though. Are you a protective person? UM ONLY JUST SLIGHTLY. Have you ever experienced an earthquake? No. There’s been very, very mild ones here, and the one “big” one (which, mind you, was only big enough to make the pool water barely tremble) that’s happened in my lifetime I wasn’t even home for; I was hours away at the zoo. According to Facebook outrage much more recently, my area experienced a teeny-tiny one, but I sure didn’t feel it. Are you a fan of penguins? Omg yes, such darlings. So intelligent, too. I particularly love emperor penguins. Has anyone ever sang to you? Yes. Are you a good painter? I’ve been told so. Before buying a car, do you usually test drive it? I’ve never been in this position. When was the last time you met someone for the first time? Ummm I dunno. Maybe Nicole’s ex? Have you ever cooked with crab or lobster? Could you ever bring yourself to kill a live lobster/crab? No and no. I hate the taste of both. Squishy and just… ew. Which fast food restaurant do you go to the most? What do you tend to order when you go there? Being the cheapest, probably McDonald’s? I usually get a double cheeseburger and small or medium fry. Does it bother you when dogs jump up at you? Does it bother you less if it’s a smaller dog? Nah. I mean their claws can hurt, but it’s all worth a dog’s love, haha. What kind of animal did you touch last? Was this animal one of your pets? I pet my cat Roman last. How would you describe your sense of humor? Have you ever offended someone when you were only joking? Seeing as I don’t even find myself funny, idk how to answer that. I don’t believe I’ve ever offended anyone with a joke. When was the last time you cried - what caused it? It was literally last night when I was really deeply thinking about stuff I’ve been running from. What’s your favorite flavor of potato chip? You can’t beat the original ruffled kind, imo. Do you prefer fruit or vegetable juice? What kind of flavors do you like? I love fruit juice, but you’ll never see me even try vegetable juice. I enjoy lots of fruit ones: mango (my favorite), pineapple, strawberry, watermelon, orange, apple… Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? How did you meet this person? If you mean via a call and not texting, that would be my psychiatrist. I met him during my partial hospitalization. He helped save my life. Who was your first celebrity crush? Which celebrity do you like now? Jesse McCartney /swoons. Now I’m a l l about Mark Fischbach like jesus fucking Christ lord- Do you usually sleep with your closet door open or closed? It’s closed. What’s your favorite love movie? The Notebook. Afraid of heights? Kinda, yeah. Do you take a vitamin daily? Not daily, no, but I have to take Vitamin D once a week. Wal-Mart, Target, or K-Mart? Wal-Mart. Is K-Mart even still around? Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos; I don’t really like the latter. Are you patient? N O P E, not unless it’s really called for. Which are better black or green olives? I hate olives. Black aren’t as awful, though. Who was your high school crush? Ha, Jason surpassed “crush” by a lighyear. Have you ever had your computer or e-mail hacked? Did anything bad happen as a result? No to both, but I’ve had my Facebook hacked. Nothing too bad happened. Do you prefer the company of people or animals? Animals, for sure. I need human company sometimes too, though. When was the last time you went to the beach? What did you do there? A few years ago when Colleen and I were still friends. The water felt fucking incredible, so I swam a lot, and then I just chilled with her, her husband, and their then-infant son under the umbrella. I still got insane sun poisoning, though. What kind of milk do you prefer to drink (if you drink it at all)? 1-2%. Skim is gross and whole is too thick. When was the last time you wore some kind of fancy dress? That witchy photoshoot I mentioned in I think the last survey. Do you enjoy dressing up (ie. in suits or smart clothing)? When was the last time you did so? Ugh, no. Too much effort and usually not very comfortable. See above answer for the second part. What’s worse - being overdressed or underdressed? I think the latter would embarrass me more. What do you think would be the worst thing about being stuck in solitary confinement? Being alone with only your head for “sound.” And if you’re in solitary, odds are your head isn’t in a good place, so it just makes it worse. How old were you when you learned to tie your shoelaces? Idk, but I know I learned it the “wrong” way first from Dad. It always annoyed Mom because they weren’t tight enough, apparently. Do you enjoy decorating for the holidays? For the most part, honestly not really. I love SEEING places decorated, but hate doing it myself. So much effort for sometimes not even a month’s worth of enjoyment. Would you rather go into a restaurant or just go via the drive-thru? I prefer the drive-thru. Do you like having your teeth cleaned at the dentist? Yeah, even if there may be a bit of pain here and there. It feels nice afterwards. Have you ever had a gun drawn on you before? YIKES, NO. When was the last time you went to a petting zoo? I probably haven’t since I was a baby. How old were you when you first started using Tumblr? Have you had the same blog all that time? Idr, but I know I was waaaay late to the party. I’ve had the same since the start, though. Are you a fan of Reddit? What are some of your favorite subreddits? I’ve never used it. Have you ever watched those YouTube videos of people popping their own spots or zits? Do you find them gross or fascinating? EW EW EW EW NO. They gross me the FUCK out. What’s a food you hated as a kid but love now? How about vice versa? Hmmm… I only know vice-versa, really. I loved peas as a baby, but now it’s a “fuck no” from me, man. Do you prefer socks, shoes or going bare foot? Bare feet, at least where it makes sense. Are you currently in the second story of a building? No; my house doesn't have a second floor. Who was the last music artist you listened to a song by? Ozzy. Have you ever written or drew something on a dollar bill? No. What was your favorite childhood game to play with your friends? We played lots of things, but I guess "Categories" in the pool probably wins. Basically the person on one end of the pool had to guess somebody on the other side's favorite in a certain topic, and if they guessed it right, you raced the other person to the opposite side. Whoever got there fastest was the next guesser. Where did you get your favorite pet from? My favorite pet of all time, my old dog Teddy, we got as a puppy from a friend of a friend. Her cocker spaniel had a massive litter and adopted the babies out. Have you ever called animal control on anyone? Not me personally, no. I think my mom did when our childhood neighbor's two rottweilers got loose and killed at least one of our kittens of the time; she was livid because it wasn't the first time they got out and attacked our cats, and of course us kids were absolutely devastated. I think they got off with a warning. Do you prefer wearing hoodies to coats? Yeah, especially slightly oversized. Is there anything written on the shirt you are wearing? No, it's just a black tank top. Have you ever been to another continent? No. Do you ever go out of your way to avoid someone? Not really. What was your last voicemail about? I don't even have a voicemail set up, so. Are you currently wearing a belt?I haven't worn belts since high school. How much was gas the last time you looked? I think $1.99. Is there someone who would support you no matter what? My mom, probably. Where do you see yourself in 5 years?I REALLY don't want to think about this one. Do you still get carded when you try and buy things you’re old enough to? I very rarely order one, but I don't really get carded for drinks at restaurants anymore. Do you know anyone fluent in a really uncommon language? Not that I know of. Do you kiss on the first date? This would depend on a lot of things. Odds are though, no. When was the last time you slept on something other than a bed? I've got no clue. How do you feel about the last person you shared a kiss with? I love her. Describe your current mood: Hopeless. Confused. Aimless. Exasperated. Just depressed. Do you think we were put on this earth for a reason? I mean, somewhat, but also not really. I don't believe life exists by chance, so whoever/whatever made that decision obviously had some reason - but not for each person in particular, I believe. I highly doubt something/someone thought out extravagant stories for every single thing that lives. I believe we give ourselves a reason. What is something you have done this year you’re proud of? Absolutely nothing, off the top of my head. What were you doing 10 years ago? I woulda been 14, almost 15... so starting high school. I was in school with actual goals and confidence I'd do great in life, despite my depression being in full swing. Did you ever have a MySpace? Yup... Still remember Natasha Bedingfield's "Pocketful of Sunshine" was the song on my meerkat-slathered page too, haha. Do you think breaks are toxic in a relationship? I don't believe in breaks, period. You don't turn love on and off. Do you have a YouTube channel? If no, would you create one? If yes, what’s your content? Yeah, but it's not one that seriously produces content. Its primary purpose is just to like, favorite, and rarely comment on stuff while having recommendations catered to my interests. I used to make GMV/AMV-type things and mostly Meerkat Manor tributes, as well as various MEP parts because BOY could I only accomplish very short videos. I no longer have "professional" video editing software (I'd always pirated it before, anyway...) nor the necessary motivation and patience to make them anymore. Are you a math person? Heeeeeeeell no. Have you been ghosted before? Would you ghost someone? No to both. When do you think things will be normal again? Who the fuck knows. It'll probably be a couple years, at least. Do you watch anime? If I'm watching television, yeah, I like some animes. Do you like TikTok? Never used it. Do you ever miss Vine? YO Vine was fuckin FUNNY If you're in school, are you doing it on Zoom or in class? I'm not in school, so. But if I was and in-person classes were expected, guess who the fuck isn't going with how serious I am about social distancing. Lives come before education. Would you ever have a pet rat? I've had a handful, but I don't think I will again. Their cages require so much cleaning, and they need more socialization than I'm able to provide. I fucking adore them, though. Favorite memory with your best friend? It's weird, we've "seen" each other for only like, a month's collective time, and I'm not sure of my answer because there's so many. Have you ever dated someone more than twice your age? No. Have you ever “dined and dashed”? No, I never could. Have you ever been cut off by a bartender because you were too drunk? No. Have you ever borrowed money from your mom & lied about why you needed it? I don't think so. Have you ever dated someone just because they had money? Fuck no. Have you ever lied to your spouse about the money you spent shopping? N/A, but I wouldn't. Have you ever flirted with a cop to get out of a ticket? No. Have you ever lied during a job interview? Me? Social? People person? Well duh, of course I am. Have you ever switched tags on an item to pay less for it? No, that's awful. Have you taken any pics of yourself that you wouldn't want your parents to see? Actually no. Did you ever get fired and tell someone you were laid off? No. Have you ever turned in a school paper that someone else wrote for you? Absolutely not. I liked writing papers anyway and am very serious about creative honesty. Do you feel accepted by your BF/GF’s family? N/A If you were an employer, would you hire someone with your exact work ethic? Well, what's the job? Have you ever trashed your ex’s car after an argument? No. The only thing I ever did to his car was decorate it for his birthday lmao. Have you ever done something because of peer pressure you are ashamed of? I don't think so, no. Have you ever been embarrassed to introduce your parents to anyone? No. Would you leave a note on a car claiming responsibility if you damaged it? Yes. The guilt otherwise would be unbearable. Have you ever used someone's handicapped parking pass to get a parking spot? Ew, no. Have you ever held back a well-deserved compliment because you were jealous? I wouldn't put me past it lately. For yourself, would you rather have a perfect body or high IQ? I hate my body so fuckin much that I'll take the first, please. Have you ever used a false ID? Nope. Are you embarrassed to tell people your job? I'm embarrassed to admit I don't HAVE a job. If you ran over an animal would you keep driving? Oh my god no, I'd have to stop to break the fuck down. Ever lie about you (or your kids') age to get a discount? Ha, I'm sure my parents would sometimes at restaurants when I was young. Do you really care about saving the planet for future generations? A LOT. Have you gotten close to anyone recently? Not really. Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you have feelings for? No, but I can assure you it probably wasn't nice lmao. Have you ever gotten a D or F on your report card? Not until college. If you had twins, would you give them rhyming names? No. What are you listening to? "Radio" by Rammstein is on atm. Have you ever fallen into a mud puddle? Maybe as a kid. But that might'a been on purpose, lol. Are you scared of spiders? To a degree. Like, I want a few tarantulas but will scream and jump five feet the moment I see a huge spider beside me unexpectantly. I think they are very, very fascinating and important, but I also prefer to give them distance. Unless I have a camera in hand, haha. Do you think that crying is a form of weakness? Absolutely not. Have you ever slept on a couch with someone? Yeah. Last person to call you? Some number from Mississippi??????????? Ever feel like you have been replaced? Oh yes.

[virryth]

Doctor!AU Jihoon

a hbd to Jihoon;; love him so much can’t wait to see him in Jan

tw// mentions of wound, blood, mild violence

Read Doctor!AU Junhui | More Jihoon au | More SVT au

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Vice-head chief doctor for the ER (trauma unit)

Famous for his quick, spot-on judgement for emergency care and his blunt personality

Can be reckless at times and gets scolded so many times for jumping the fence on hospital protocols

Did he maybe hit the patient with his fist in an ambulance to get their heart moving because they wouldn’t make it to the ER? Sure.

Performed emergency surgeries at the scene of the incident? A few times.

but hey his methods worked and he saved countless of patients in the end so really who’s losing

Rumored to have a criminal record

Not many people know but Jihoon has a pretty strong sense of justice, he once punched the daylight out of a guy when he found out the dude sexually assaulted his patient

Actually spent a day in jail and had to get bailed out by Wonwoo, but the other guy ended up in jail too so it’s worth it in his book

Honestly looks so good in the scrub, fills it all up, hair slicked back, clear translucent skin with the face of an angel 

Possesses such a cute smile and the most pleasant laughter, one of the reasons the nurses and his fellow colleagues adore him (also very popular with the elderly)

Except when there’s an unusually busy night, catch Dr. Lee looking like hell, hair is either disheveled and messy from running his hands through them when he’s frustrated or just plainly under a rubber headband and kept out of his face

Scrubs either has specks of blood or some sort of dirt from wrestling restraining rowdy troublemaker visitors in the ER

Usually spotted resuscitating a patient while kneeling on top of a moving crash cart, or running around giving consultations for other trauma on-call attendants

Do not even breath the wrong way around him when he’s busy trying to figure out the cause of a patient’s symptoms

Dr. Lee will sit there and think until he’s found a solution

Will sometimes venture to other wards to consult with the other doctors if he has time. Jihoon can be stubborn, but he knows how valuable the experiences of his colleagues can be, especially when it’s as important as accurately diagnosing and treating patients

Both new and long-time interns are terrified of Dr. Lee from trauma unit, they all avoid him like the plague because those who worked with him have only claimed it to be one of the most stressful nights of their medical career

Some came out so shocked they ended up transferring

But;;; it’s not all bad, he’s hard on the interns because residency is the only time period where mistakes are allowed, he has to make sure they know that lives are at stake if they’re going to become good doctors in the future

The very small few who survived his supervisions all ended up learning a LOT from him because scary or not, everybody and their grannies have the utmost respect for Jihoon

The ER is the most hectic and traumatizing place in the hospital, on top of the physical strains there’s also a lot of emotional stressors that get him down once in a while

And those moments are when his true personality shine through, boy is sweet and so soft, but only to you and his close friends though, anyone else see that and he’s all hardass hauling the interns again

“He was worse in med school,” pediatric surgeon Junhui spilled at a team dinner, “one semester during exam season, he wouldn’t come back for three days and we find him passed out in the library with textbooks under his head.”

“We thought he had fainted or something, turned out he was just hungry,” medic Soonyoung chimed in, nudging Wonwoo to continue spilling the tea.

“He woke up so angry because he missed hours of study, we had to deal with that attitude for a week. He was such a d*ck.”

“Yeah, that’s my reason. What’s yours?” Jihoon countered, taking a shot.

(am i saying ‘96 line went to med school and spent their residency together yes I am)

You know the boys from way back when you were interns during your residency

In fact, on his first day of work, Jihoon was admitted to the hospital due to an explosion injury

He wasn’t even directly involved, he was just a bystander rushing in to help when he spotted multiple MVCs (motor vehicle collisions) on the highway on the way to work, and while working on the injured patients, one of the cars had exploded nearby

Still has a decent-size burnt scar on his back to this day, but doesn’t regret it one bit

Jihoon does anything and everything in his power to save people, even if he has to put his life on the line

Patient bleeding out during transit and there’s not enough blood in the ambulance? Here, take his if it matches.

Need a hand shouldering debriefs from a collapsing structure to rescue a patient? On it.

Vernon from ortho came by once, “hey dude your wrist is bleeding.”

Jihoon: cut myself pulling an earring out of someone’s throat, what’s up?”

Vernon: yikes,,, anyway still up for lunch? :D

That’s kind of his main philosophy, and yours, because you didn’t hesitate one bit when you head straight into the fire to save him

It’s because of this mild case of recklessness that you both often get sent to dispatch on evac copters to save people at extremely remote locations 

And you’re amazing at it, but more often than not you both usually end up in Junhui’s pediatric ward getting bandaged up while looking at babies

Really popular with the kids by the way, everyone loves getting a piggy-back ride from Dr. Lee when he comes by

Knows all of the the long-term patients by names and is so loved by the kids it’s honestly not fair

Medic Soonyoung knows Jihoon the longest and apparently he was even more reckless way back then as an EMT, but he’s mellowed down a lot since he became a doctor

As head chief, you cut him waaaay too many slacks and all the residents know it

But they also know he’s the best in the field so they just let him do whatever 

But that doesn’t mean he gets away all the time, you still scold him when needed, and Jihoon has actually toned it down a lot since you became head chief because he knows ultimately you’re the one shouldering the responsibilities for his actions

He knows you would stick up for him no matter what because of how much you value his skills, and he doesn’t want to disappoint you in any way

“You know they’re not doing this just for your skills, right?” 

“Don’t do that shrink thing on me, Wonwoo, it gives me the creeps.”

“He’s right and you know it,” Junhui teased.

“Shut up.”

Jihoon is so shy about his feelings for you, hence he speaks more with his actions 

Often takes you out for dinner, or brunch, or home, after your shift when you’re too tired to drive

Brings you breakfast in the morning after a night shift and tries to shoulder most of the traumatizing cases when he can

Honestly he’s still doing his job, but during breaks, he makes sure to hang around and is always ready to come in three seconds max if you ever call his name 

And sure, although he puts himself in danger way too many times, you know he only wants to help

But that doesn’t stop you from worrying, his mindset of giving his all to save others is what’s gonna get him killed one day

On your day off, you often meet up and hand out, running errands and going to the movies to catch up on whatever pop-culture content you missed during the busy on-call shifts 

And it’s so platonic, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself because you honestly never know sometimes

One moment he’s resting his arm over your shoulder, softly speaking to you about what to order from the fast food menu. It’s so intimate you could hear your own heartbeats in your ears

Then suddenly he’s getting shy and conscious of how close you are

But then he holds you much a little too close to shield you from the rain as you share an umbrella

And you thought maybe that’s just who he is, he’s protective and skinship may come unexpectedly and unconsciously when he feels comfortable around people

Jihoon would say you were starting to sound like Wonwoo if he knew what you were thinking

It wasn’t until half the movie that you caught him staring

You had thought he had something to say, so you leaned in and waited 

Truly, you didn’t expect to be kissed

And brief as it came, Jihoon had diverted his attention back to the big screen, picking up popcorn and chuckling when he saw the expression on your face

True to his profession, Wonwoo was the first to notice, he had been making jokes about how you two would end up together one day–a common topic among your circle of friends–and Jihoon choked on his coffee

They had kept it on the down low since the both of you had decided to keep it out of work

But things have definitely changed with the glances you noticed whenever he’s in the same room

There was so much affection in his gaze that you start to think maybe he’s been doing this for some time, it just took you this long to notice

You also find out that Jihoon is a lot more daring than you’d pegged him to be, and oh so subtle with his touches

Hand hovering on the lower part of your back to catch you in case you stumble, stolen kisses in the elevator, head touches and comforting hugs in the break room when you had time to take a breath

And yet you never got caught, it’s amazing how quick he turns back to strict Dr. Lee around the intern the moment he parts way with you

Occasionally Jihoon would join you in the empty corner near the supply’s closet, cooling your heads and leaning on each other to regain a sense of comfort and familiarity when things didn’t go well in the ER

He would hold your hand, leaning in to you and softly whispering into your hair about the gains and losses in life, sometimes about the future, where you would travel on your next vacation and what you would do together

The ER is a tricky placement, sometimes you witness the miracle of life, sometimes the end of it. It’s a battlefield almost every single day, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world

Not with Jihoon by your side.

–V

Read Doctor!AU Junhui | More Jihoon au | More SVT au

[littlemeowyoons]

Bonded

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff(lots of them), Single Dad! AU, College! AU, Introvert! Yoongi, Tutor! Y/n

Word Count:3.4k

Synopsis: Yoongi found a basket left in front of his dorm room one day, and turns out it was his daughter, left alone crying. Puzzled and scared was an understatement. When his 4 semesters roommate Jimin left for his hometown, he was left with the last straw of help, turning to his physics tutor a.k.a friend-that-I-only-know-name-but-have-no-interest-in-knowing-more; you.

Series: Masterlist l Part 1 I Part 2

                                   Part 3: What’s this warmth?

                                               °•. ✿ .•°

It’s hard to believe but you found yourself intercept with Yoongi’s life more and more now. As soon as you realize how deep you got in this mess, you already spent your free time in Yoongi’s dorm, spending time teaching Inara shapes and colours rather than spend some good twenty minutes at your favourite coffee shop on the other side of the town. You don’t mind it, that’s what surprises you the most.

You don’t mind teaching Yoongi physics concepts and basics while his daughter cling onto your thigh, tugging your shirt so that you’ll pay her some attention. You don’t mind knowing that there’s a few pairs of your shirts and pants in Yoongi’s closet, you hardly bother! At one point it scares you how normal this feel like. You feel something shift in you when you look at Inara and Yoongi now, but you can’t figure out what. You blink back to reality when you feel like you had been spacing out for too long. You found yourself staring at the blinking cursor on your laptop, an unwritten essay in front of you.

You sigh and massage the spot on your forehead hoping to release some tension. You know this chemistry essay actually contributes a lot of points in your final results, but the pressure of finishing it in time gives you the thought of ditching some random things in it. A small tug on the hem of your shirt makes you look down, and suddenly, nothing matters anymore.

Inara looks up to you with her round shining eyes, a drool escaped the corner of her mouth. You chuckled as you reach out to tuck a stray strand of her baby hair from her face, which is sticky as it had mixed with her saliva. Her fingers are in her mouth, an early sign of hunger you noted. But she had been trying to eat her own hand for like 10 minutes now. Where is Yoongi?

You glance upward to the kitchen, finding the back view of Yoongi struggling. You sigh, resisting the urge to get up and lend a hand. You had helped him a lot already, it was time he learn to take care of Inara on his own. You just hope it went well. You glance down to Inara when she huff.

“I know, he’s taking forever right? Tell your father to hurry up.”

As then, Inara raised her voice, but it came out incoherent as ever. It’s good that she’s learning to talk but at times, bless your eardrums, or anyone within the 10 meter radius because this kid just loves to raise her voice.

“Ah Y/n, she’s upset!”

You heard Yoongi’s alarmed voice before your eyes catch his head peeked out from the kitchen.

“Oh shit sherlock, you figured all by yourself. How brilliant!”

“Y/n,”, he warned, “ not the time for your shit. Just…entertain her for a moment.”

When Yoongi disappeared again, Inara raised her voice higher, a frown etched on her tiny face.

‘Too late’, you thought. You know she’s gonna throw a fit soon, and distracting her now would only upset her. You saved your unfinished essay and close your laptop, you were thinking of writing at least two paragraphs today, so that you won’t be too far behind the due date. Guess you can throw that thought away now, there’s no way you could even make any progress with the crying kid by your side.

Inara crawl away to her toys, all while crying and leaving a saliva trail on the floor. You sigh, at least she’ll be occupied on her own. You pull down your spectacles and leave it on your laptop, finally decided that you just have to intervene with all this act of feeding one single kid. Yoongi soon came in running, bottle of milk in hand. You scoffed, he looks like he just came back from war, or maybe he did, in his own way?

You walk up to him, “let me feed her, a whining baby is a lot harder to fed.”

But once the bottle is in your hand, your eyes widen.

“What the- Yoongi! Are you out of your mind?!”

You yanked his hand toward you and turn the bottle in hand upside down, a few drops of it fall down onto Yoongi’s arm.

“Ouch ouch, that’s hot!”

“Even you admit it’s hot, how do you ever think she’s gonna take this? It’ll burn her throat, no scratch that the milk will melt her tongue before anything else.”

You hurried into the kitchen, filled a bowl with tap water and ice then continue to submerge the bottle in hop to turn the boiling hot milk to lukewarm before the crying in the living room gets louder. You’ve told Yoongi that you didn’t mind about the constant crying, but what you do mind is the knock on your door after it. The other residence had been complaining about it a few times now, you were afraid Yoongi will be kicked out sooner than later. Yoongi, with that calm as fuck  face told you not to worry about them as he’ll handle it, and he sure keep his words when every time someone came knocking on the door, Yoongi said he’ll have a few ‘calm and peaceful talk’ with them. You’re secretly convinced that Yoongi beat the shit out of them, because well he once got a reputation for always getting into fights during freshman year, but once you confronted him when he’s about to throw a fist at a guy yanking your bag in the library, you swear you never heard any news whatsoever about another fight, not even gossip. You were scared you’ll be the next victim, but mostly proud you’re able to change something about someone. It feels good.

On the other hand, Yoongi eyed your figure with much adoration, he didn’t say it out loud but he really really really am grateful for everything that you had done. Who knows what’ll happen to his daughter if you’re not here, he can’t bring himself to say it out loud, but he sure will accidentally kill her daughter without meaning to. You had been a sturdy backbone to him in this mess, he’s scared that one day he opens his eyes and you decided that you’re done with all this shit he’s in, but up to this day you’re still here, beating the shit out of him first before lending a hand. He’s not someone who can display his affection out to public, words are really not his best weapon in hand. He’s afraid that you’ll feel like he used you because he didn’t said thank you out loud. He wanted to, though.

You came back into the living room, pick up Inara and try to feed her. But she had gone hungry for a while, it’s hard to make her open up her mouth and accept the milk.

“Come on sweetie, waiting’s over.”

By the third time you gently push in the bottle’s nipple into her mouth, only then she quiets down, and the world is peaceful as it can be again. Her small fingers curled into a fist, enjoying the bliss of finally being fed.

“I’m sorry your father is a grade ‘A’ kind of fool, but I swear he’s a genius when it’s come to his music.”

“I heard that”

“I wanna you to hear it anyway so what���s your point?”

You take a sit on the sofa and proceed to feed Inara, while Yoongi picked up her toys that litter on the floor, putting it into her basket. He realized one of her block went missing so he went on a little hunt finding it. He bend down to check under the sofa, not there. He craned his neck to check the kitchen floor, not there either.

“Yoongi, what are you searching for?”

“Inara’s block, you know the one with banana picture on it, with the letter C and D.”

“Try checking the dinner table.”

Yoongi walk in silent, eyes widen slightly when he finally spotted the said block, right under one of the chair. He went to fetch it, and his eyes frozen on your laptop.

“You found it?”

You didn’t get a response, “Yoongi?”

“Ah yeah, I found it. Hey, what’s you’re working on your laptop?”

“Chemistry essay, I guess I’ll be staying up late tonight, I’m waaaay behind due dates.”, you sigh.

“Essay? I thought you finished it the first week after we got the task.”

It caught you off guard how Yoongi know about it, you wanted to ask how did he know, but thinking that maybe he heard it from someone around campus. It was no shock you’re not someone who likes to procrastinate a lot, and yes you did finish your essay, but it wasn’t yours, not anymore at least.

“I umm, the file got lost.”

“What, really?”

“Yeah, I left my laptop on all night and umm it shut down. The file got lost.”, you advert your gaze to Inara who’s still drinking her milk quietly, not wanting to make any eye contact with Yoongi.

“That…doesn’t sound like you.”

“I was too tired that night.”

“And you didn’t save a backup?”

“No…”

“Are…you lying?”

Your eyes snapped open, how can Yoongi see through you so easily? If anyone else asks the same question, they stop right after they were told that you lost the file, no further question. But again this is Yoongi, nothing about him is ordinary. You were really taken back how much he can tell when you’re not genuine about yourself, how? Should you be afraid when you’re in front of Yoongi you’re this vulnerable?

The small push on your hand makes you look to Inara again, properly this time. She had finished her milk and was smiling widely to you.

“All full, spark?”

Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arm, “What do you take my daughter as, a puppy?”

“Then I better call the genius world record or something because this will be the cutest puppy ever known to mankind. Right sweet melon? Right? Who’s the cutest? You are, my pumpkin pie, cutest ever!”

“Okay now I prefer Spark rather than you throwing in random nickname for her.”

“I told you, spark is the best, because you know why?”, You picked Inara up so that your eyes stare right into hers, “Inara means light, and light comes from spark! You’re gonna grow up to be the most beautiful girl ever!”

Yoongi wanted to argue, because the most beautiful girl would be the one holding her daughter now, on the sofa, hair let down freely in the most ethereal way Yoongi could ever think of, but yet he keeps his mouth shut.

                              ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

It’s not like you never met Jimin, you did before. Yoongi introduced you to his friends, which happen to be Namjoon’s friends too. You met them once when Namjoon, your closest friend in your alpha study group, introduce you. But you weren’t someone who remember name so quickly, face yeah you can recognize but name umm, that’s gonna take a while.  You were grateful enough Yoongi introduce you all over again, you’re able to grasp their names by then. But that was all interaction you ever had, you don’t hang around them so much. So it is an understatement that you were shocked Jimin greeted you first. You’re surprised he know you.

“Ah you don’t recognize me huh? I’m Pa-“

“Park Jimin, sophomore best looking dance major. Hard to not know you when you’re in every gossip there ever exist on campus ground.”

“Yeah I guess that can’t be helped huh. I’m a party people after all. You’re…heading to the boys' dormitories?”

“Yoongi’s place.”

“Ah so I assume you know about his daughter?”

“Inara”, you corrected him, “Yes, been taking care of her for a while now.”

“Wow, you even know her name. I don’t get any other info than it’s a she. Hyung didn’t share much with the group, I think I get to know more than just gender considering I’ll be the best ever uncle in uncle history.”, he pouted. Cute, you thought.

“Uncle history?”

“As in the uncle there ever is, I’ll be the best.”

You can’t help yourself, it was a reflect when you let out a small chuckle, finding the boy in front of you really living up to his name.”

“Well, aren’t you charming? You’ll be the most handsome uncle there is.”

“Woah there, not most handsome, Seokjin hyung will kill me if he knows I got that title. More like the second handsome then? Seokjin hyung is a red rose, I’m just a sunflower. I can’t imagine someone choosing a sunflower over roses.”

“It is possible when the sunflower shines bright on its own.”

Jimin smiled down at you, funny that even when you’re in front one of the campus most good looking guy, your mind still thought of Yoongi. How Jimin’s smile didn’t give you the same warmth Yoongi did, is it something to be worried of? Jimin hold out his hand to you, which you take in with your own in a firm handshake.

“Let me introduce myself properly. Park Jimin, the one and only roommate of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you.”

“Y/L/N Y/N, the one and only unofficial babysitter of the daughter of Min Yoongi. Nice to meet you too.”

“Since we’re heading the same way, let me give you a ride. As a thank you for making sure Min Yoongi still function properly as a human while I’m away.”

“He did that a lot?”

“What, drinking only black coffee and survive on nothing in his system while working on his music? Yeah, that’s the ordinary life of Min Yoongi.”

You frown, you thought the burden of having to take care of a young kid affects him to live normally as a human being but no, Jimin told you it’s just the normal cycle of a Min Yoongi. It worries you, he’ll suffer from malnutrition at this rate.

“Oh but no worries, you changed his habit. Believe it or not, I found him at the newly opened café a few blocks away from the campus and get this, having lunch! I never thought I would live to see Min Yoongi have lunch”, Jimin dramatically put his hand on his heart, looking up to the sky.

“He…didnot have lunch before?”

“Never an early one, always late in the evening or he’ll have early dinner instead, after some serious music threatening of course.”

That’s weird, in your presence, Min Yoongi never miss his meal, if there’s such thing as persuading, he’s the one that persuades you to eat properly. Jimin must’ve been talking about the wrong guy.

                              ☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆ ☾

The knock on the door pulls Yoongi out from his trance of despair. He put away the broken shards in hand into the bin before turning to her daughter who had been smiling at her all along.

“No Inara, in this household we don’t throw mugs.”

The kid offer one of her blocks to Yoongi, to which Yoongi take it, “What am I gonna do with you huh little one?”

The knock came again and Yoongi put down the block, “Stay here, dad gonna open the door okay?”

After getting an incoherent chorus of answer from his daughter, he walks to the door, ready to invite Y/n in, but as soon his eyes landed on the person behind the door, he quickly closes it. The person outside pushes open the door, trying to hold Yoongi from closing it

“You’re dead to me”

“Aww come on, let me in.”

“No”

“I got my own share to see her.”

“Yoongi”, another soft familiar voice calls out his name and soon Yoongi opened the door as wide as it can get, a smile etched on his face.

“Oh you’re here.”

“Sorry I’m late, I met Jimin on the way here.”

Yoongi glance to the person beside you, eyes scanning him from top to bottom, “I figured. Come in, Inara had been throwing mugs again.”

You stepped in pass Yoongi right into the living room to meet a lonely kid playing on her own. She need more toys, you thought. Yoongi, on the other hand, had been struggling to close back the door.

“Hyung come one! I’m your roommate.”

“Was, as in past tense. You really think you could just leave me alone in the dorm and come back just like that?”

“I was at Taehyung’s! He need some company after his first time moving out from his parents. Anyway, not that you’re ever alone though.”

Yoongi stopped trying to close the door and look straight into Jimin’s eyes, his 1 cm difference in height gives him advantage, somehow. “10 minutes max.”

“What?”

“You got 10 minutes before I’ll kick you out again.”

“That’s not fair, I wanna play with Inara”

“Do it in 10 minutes”

He sighs before stepping inside, letting Yoongi closed the door as he walked into the living room. His frown earlier slowly turn into a wide grin upon seeing a small figure munching on kitten squeaky toy in front of the sofa. The kid stop munching when she realizes Jimin’s presence.

“Hello there”, Jimin whispered.

Inara hands out the kitten squeaky toy to Jimin, the snout wet from saliva but even then Jimin take it without second thought. “Thank you, I’m Jimin, your sunflower uncle”, he keeps his voice considerable low, like speaking out loud could scare the kid away. Inara looks at her, her mouth forms into a pout as her small hand touches Jimin’s cheek.

“Hyung, I’m gonna cry”

“Outside, not here. I’ve seen you cry and it’s nowhere comfortable.”

“How can you keep this treasure away from us, she’s such an angel.”

Jimin’s remark earned a loud scoff from both you and Yoongi. “Stay around long enough, I’m sure you’ll rephrase your words. Here Yoongi.”

You offered a mug of coffee to Yoongi, to which he took with a smile on his lips. Jimin watched the whole scene in awe, standing up to take the mug you offered to him then proceed to join Yoongi on the sofa. You sit down in front of Inara with your bag in hand and pull out a green box from it.

“Look Inara”, you shake the box and watch Inara’s eyes grow wider, her attention is definitely on you now. She throw the block in her hand away and unintentionally hit Jimin’s shin.

“Ow!”

Yoongi laughed over, his hand holding his stomach, his laugh sounds maniac to some, even to Jimin at the moment. Jimin leapt over his hyung to head locked him, to which Yoongi tried to escaped helplessly.

Ignoring the commotion behind you opened the box and pull out a cracker before handing it to Inara.” I don’t know what flavour you like, I just brought the strawberry one because well…your father like strawberry stuff, I just thought the gene got passed down.”

Inara took a bite of it before looking up at you, eyes wide and she started to talk, well more like attempt to because it all come out incoherent anyway.

“This is Strawberry flavoured. Straw-bey-ry”, you pronounced it one by one so she understand.

Inara proceed to speak unclearly, basically attacking you with her own words that only she understands. It’s cute if she’s not so aggressively swing her cracker that some of the crumbs fall down.

“You don’t like it? How about pumpkin one?”

She let out a small cry of despair.

“Okay okay not pumpkin, banana?”

Inara suddenly fall quiet, eyes sparkling, mouth open so wide that another drop of saliva fall down.

“Banana then, you really have a thing for banana huh?”

You just watched Inara quietly munching on the rice cracker. Once in awhile she offered it to you so you took a small bite of it, grimacing at the mixed taste of strawberry and saliva. Unknown to you, Yoongi and Jimin had stop their small fight to look at you, well, mostly Yoongi did anyway. Jimin look between you and Yoongi, back to you then to Yoongi again. Slowly, a knowing smile appeared.

He leaned in and whispered, “You should just date her hyung.”

“What”, Yoongi bashfully look straight to Jimin and headlock him. “Stop saying nonsense”

Yoongi didn’t have anything against you, he was sure of it. The warmth that spreads in his chest is nothing, he didn’t turn on the ac, that’s why he was sweating. Yeah, that’s why.

[bright-molina]

One Last Time (Part One)

Summary: You and Ben were the most talked about couple in Auradon. You were a princess, daughter of Cinderella and he was the future king, son of Belle. You were inseparable. That is until a new quartet came into town. After that you were still the most talked about, only this time it was for a very different reason. Everyone’s favorite couple quickly became the most scandalous news anyone had heard in years.

// So one last time I need to be the one who takes you home // 

// I’d take it all back just to have you //

Characters: Ben, Chad, Audrey, Mal, Evie, Carlos, Jay, fem!reader (daughter of Charming and Cinderella)

Warnings: none....yet

Word Count: 3028

A/N: So despite having lots of other things to be working on this idea popped into my head and you know I had to do it also I apologize for all the angst in future parts in advance (side note: there is waaaay too little content for Ben so here you guys are) (and also my summary sucks but I’m excited for this so I’ll change that later)

Part Two (x)

“You two are adorable! Have I ever told you that?”

“Only about a thousand times,” You rolled your eyes but nevertheless your smile didn't fade. Audrey, on the other hand, either didn't notice or didn't care.

“This one is perfect,” She smiled again while flipping through her magazine. The bolded red headlines stuck out like a sore thumb on the page covered in pictures of you and Ben. Has our soon-to-be King found his future Queen?

“I honestly don't see what the big deal is,” You muttered as you hovered over the magazine beside Audrey. “We've been dating for over a year already”

“Yeah but that was when Ben was a prince. Now he's going to be crowned King and you, my darling, are going to be his Queen” Audrey spoke dreamily, as if it were the most obvious and romantic thing in the world.

“His coronation isn't for another month, Audrey. A lot can change in that amount of time” You sighed letting the pessimistic thoughts take over for just a second.

“You're a Charming, Y/N. The name speaks for itself” Audrey reassured you making your frown fade. “And besides Ben is completely and one hundred percent smitten. Everyone but you sees it”

“He is not” You couldn't help but smile.

“Hi angel”

You heard Ben before you saw him. You knew it was him the second he wrapped his arms around your frame and placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Told you,” Audrey smirked. The two of you simply laughed when Ben gave you a questioning look.

“What are you up to?” He said with a smile and he slid into place next to you.

“Nothing,” You smiled softly when he pulled you into his lap easily. “Audrey was catching up on the latest gossip and I was listening in”

“So what's new” He asked the two of you. Audrey started going on about everything she had been reading in the magazine, not that Ben was paying much attention. He was more focused on you and fiddling with his ring that sat on your finger or twirling your hair in small spirals.

“You aren't even listening” Audrey laughed when she noticed.

“Enough with the PDA,” Chad announced himself as he walked over to your table. “That's my sister after all”

“Sorry” Ben didn't sound sorry at all. “Come with me?” He said, turning towards you. “I was going to tell my parents about,” He paused and glanced towards Audrey and Chad who were both listening in intently. “What we talked about”

“Of course I'll go with,” You told him right away and stood up. He stood up after you and the two of you were gone with one last goodbye to Audrey and Chad. The two of them watched as you walked away hand in hand.

“What do you think they were talking about?” Chad mused.

“I don't know,” Audrey rolled her eyes at him and then her smile widened. “Did you see the way he was looking at her hands though? Specifically her left hand, fourth finger” She held up her own left hand for emphasis.

“No,” Chad quickly shook his head. “No. That's definitely not it,” He refused to believe it. He could admit that you and Ben were good for each other but there was no way he would accept what Audrey was implying. I mean sure, everything moved fast on Auradon but you were his baby sister. Sure it was only by 12 minutes but still.

“You haven't been listening to anything I've said have you? What is it with you people?” Audrey huffed again. Chad didn't answer though. Instead he stayed occupied in his own thoughts.

“Congratulations,” You smiled once you and Ben were alone in the room again. He smiled in your direction and walked towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and spinning you around. “You did it”

“I couldn't have without you,” Ben smiled and there was nothing but love and admiration for you on his face. “I love you”

Your smile brightened at his words and you reached up to kiss him softly. “I know,” You laughed when he pinched your side playfully. “I love you too”

“Good. Cause if you didn't we'd have a problem” He said making the two of you laugh. Suddenly Ben became quiet and he simply stared at you while grinning softly, still holding you in his arms. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything” You assured him.

“There is no one else I'd rather have at my side than you” He told you honestly before kissing you again, harder and more passionate than last time.

You lost yourself in the kiss, blissfully unaware of the world around you. At that moment there was nothing but the two of you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You were sitting with Ben in your room, both of you looking over the final preparations for the arrival of the kids from the Isle.

“What have I said about leaving this door open?” Chad announced, throwing said door open in the process and propping it open.

“What have I said about stealing mine and Audrey’s key” You shot back easily.

“That's where that went” Audrey shrugged absentmindedly as she snatched her key out of your brothers hand.

“It's still raining?” You asked, going back to the papers you were looking at. You were looking at them but not really doing anything, letting your mind drift off into other places.

“No I'm just carrying this around for fun” Audrey rolled her eyes as she shut her umbrella, leaving it by the door to dry off.

“I can't believe you're still going through with this,” Chad frowned as he saw what the mess of papers were. “They're villain kids”

“Don't start, Chad,” You immediately replied. “They deserve just as much a chance as we do. It's not their fault they're parents are who they are”

“They've lived on the Isle their entire lives. You expect them to just show up and be good?” He sat down on one of the chairs, not backing down whatsoever.

“It'll take getting used to obviously,” You didn't hesitate before answering him. “I think they can do it, become good. Pretty soon they'll be perfect ladies and gentlemen. Which is more than I can say about you”

You smirked when both Audrey and Ben laughed at your comment while Chad glared at you. Your eyes then fell towards the window where the rain was hitting softly. Ben knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Absolutely not. Remember what happened last time?” He told you.

“I'll wear a jacket this time, I promise!” You protested, jumping up from the bed. “Please?” You practically begged him. You absolutely adored the rain. There was something about it that relaxed you and made you happy. The feeling that hit you when you stepped outside after it rained was one of your favorites, the smell, the way the sun shone through the fading grey clouds, the dew drops covering every flower and blade of grass. You loved it all.

Ben smiled when he saw the small pout on your face and the puppy dog eyes. He couldn't deny you what you wanted, especially when you looked at him that way. “Fine,” He gave in. “But I'm taking an umbrella”

“Deal” You smiled and kissed him softly. A few minutes later he left along with Chad to take his things back to his room before coming back.

“Is this them?” Audrey asked, picking up one of the papers from your pile.

“Yeah,” You nodded as you walked to your closet to search for a pair of rain boots. When you looked back at Audrey you saw her examining the four people under intense scrutiny. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” Audrey shrugged innocently.

“I know that look,” You protested as you stepped behind one of the changing screens in your room, not wanting to let your school clothes get ruined in the rain. “What do you think about them?”

“They're cute, the two boys” She told you. “The two girls,” That was where she paused. When you stepped out you noticed the way she was looking at their pictures. It was the same look you'd give a small child to scare the truth out of them. “We’ll see I guess”

You sighed knowing there was no talking her out of whatever she was planning. You took the papers from her and put them all away before promising to return soon.

When Ben found you you were already strolling through the rain.

“You said you'd wear a jacket” He smiled softly as he walked towards you. You were wearing one of his shirts you had stolen from him along with black leggings and pair of baby blue rain boots.

“Whoops?” You offered, turning to face him. He held up an extra sweater he had with him and you frowned before putting it on. “Come on” You smiled again before pulling him out into the rain.

“You're crazy, you know that?” Ben laughed. The two of you were completely soaked through and yet you were still walking around and jumping in puddles and everything.

“You love me for it though” You argued and he agreed. The crack of thunder took you by surprise and you wordlessly agreed to start heading in. You stopped before Ben could lead you inside though. Once again he knew what you wanted without you having to say anything.

“Seriously?” He shook his head lightly. “We could get struck by lightning but you want to kiss in the rain”

“It's cute” You argued with a laugh.

“And so are you,” Ben smiled softly as he leaned down and kissed you, just like you wanted.

“You’re so cheesy” You told him as the two of you started walking back inside.

“You love me for it though”

“I told you so” Ben said the second he walked into your room alongside Chad.

“She’s been like this since last night” Audrey sighed from her spot at the side of your bed, just far enough away so she wouldn’t get sick too.

“I’m fine,” You argued trying to stand up out of bed. It was the day the kids from the Isle were arriving and you had to get yourself ready. Before you could even sit up each of the three of them began protesting, insisting you stay in bed.

“Look at you, you’re burning up” Ben sighed as he removed his hand from your forehead. “You need to stay in bed. I’m officially putting you on bed rest”

“But what about today? We were supposed to-” You cut yourself off with a sneeze, only proving his point that you had to stay there.

“I’ll take your place,” Audrey offered. The smile on her face looked innocent enough but you knew better. “I don’t mind”

“I guess that works,” You gave in knowing there wasn’t really another option.

“Lucky for you I brought provisions,” Chad held up a brown paper bag and sat down next to you on your bed and began taking everything out one by one. Audrey had called to tell them what was going on and evidently they came prepared. “Soup straight from Tiana’s,” He handed you the styrofoam bowl and a spoon. “Movies for us to watch, some medicine to get better, and a brand new box of tissues”

“Have I ever told you you’re my favorite brother” You smiled softly as you ate a spoonful of the soup.

“I’m your only brother” Chad looked at you confused and you laughed lightly.

“See,” Ben said as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “You’re in good hands”

“Ready” Audrey announced as she stepped out of the bathroom looking perfect as always. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

You gave her a look, trying to communicate what you wanted to say without actually saying it since Chad and Ben were both in the room. Play nice. She simply smiled at you before leaving with a promise to be back soon.

Audrey looked the four villain kids up and down as Fairy Godmother spoke to them, a smile on her face but a questioning look in her eyes.

“It’s so good to finally meet you all,” Ben stepped forward first. “I’m Ben-”

“Prince Benjamin,” Audrey cut him off before he could go on. “Soon to be king” She watched as the one wearing blue stepped forward with a flirty smile on her face.

“You had me at Prince,” She curtsied as she spoke in a soft voice. “My mom's a queen which makes me a princess”

“The Evil Queen has no royal status here,” Audrey was quick to intervene. “And neither do you”

Ben meanwhile let out an awkward laugh in an attempt to diffuse the growing tension between the two of them. “This is Audrey” He told them only to be interrupted by her again.  

“Princess Audrey,” She corrected. “I’m only filling in for Princess Y/N,” She studied each of them, watching their reactions carefully. “Ben’s girlfriend and my best friend. Right Bennyboo?” She threw the old nickname out there to make a point. Whether they knew it or not, she was watching them. And if there was one person they shouldn’t mess with it was her.

She stood back as Fairy Godmother finished her speech and then as Ben gave his. Then she realized who it was that would most likely cause them the most trouble.

“A little bit over the top?” Ben asked as he looked at the one dressed head to toe in purple and green. Mal.

“A little more than a little bit” She answered

“Well so much for my first impression” He said, the two of them letting out a laugh. Audrey’s eyes shot between the two of them. Ben was about to continue while she held eye contact with a smirk on her face. And Audrey wasted no time in stepping between the two of them.

“Hey,” She said making them all look towards her. “You’re Maleficent's daughter aren’t you?” She didn’t wait for a response. She knew the answer well. “Yeah, you know what? I totally do not blame you for your mother trying to kill my parents and stuff” She ignored the shocked look from Mal and the warning look from Ben. “Oh, my moms Aurora. Sleeping-”

“Beauty,” Mal cut her off and Audrey did nothing but smile. The smile wasn’t a welcoming one though, she was testing them and they could tell. “Yeah I’ve heard the name. You know and I totally do not blame your grandparents for inviting everyone in the whole world except my mother to their stupid christening”

“Water under the bridge” Audrey answered back easily, not fazed at all.

“Totes” Mal answered, both of them laughing in sync while simultaneously glaring. Everyone else could feel the tension between the two of them and for a few seconds no one dared to move.

“Okay,” Ben drew everyone’s attention back to him. “How about a tour?”

“So you guys have a lot of magic here in Auradon? Like wands and things like that?”

There she goes again with the magic Audrey thought to herself. Each of them had asked about it at least once during the tour. For some reason they wouldn’t let it go.

“Yeah it exists of course but it’s pretty much retired” Ben answered easily. “Most of us here are ordinary mortals”

“Who happen to be kings and queens”

“That’s true,” Audrey nodded. “Our royal blood goes back hundreds of years. Especially the Charming bloodline, isn’t that right Ben?” She gave Ben a pointed look once she found a subtle way to bring you up again.  

“Doug!” Ben looked relieved when he saw Doug coming down the stairs. “Doug come down,” He went up to meet him leaving Audrey alone with them. She took the opportunity to subtly send them warning looks. It was so quick that they looked confused for a second, wondering if they saw it clearly if at all. “This is Doug. He’s gonna help you with your class schedules and show you the rest of the dorms” Ben’s phone dinged softly and he quickly glanced down again, a smile growing on his face when he saw your name pop up onto the screen. “I’ll see you later, okay?” He said to them. “And if there is anything you need feel free to-”

“Ask Doug” Audrey told them before taking Ben’s arm and pulling him away from the group with one last tight smile.

“Okay, what was that?” Ben asked once they started making their way back to your dorm.

“What was what?” Audrey shrugged innocently.

“All of that!” Ben sighed in an exasperated manner. “The comments and the looks and everything. We’re trying to make amends here”

“You were the one who was flirting left and right,” Audrey was quick to glare in Ben’s direction. “You have a girlfriend, Ben. Y/N in case you don’t recall”

“I wasn’t flirting!” Ben argued. “It’s called being nice and making conversation”

“It was flirting,” Audrey shook her head before softening her voice. “Look, even if you didn’t mean to do it she probably took it that way. Girls are different than boys, Ben. What you think is being nice she thinks is flirting. That’s just how it works”

“That makes no sense but fine,” He sighed as they reached the door. Audrey stopped him once more before he could open the door.

“Good intentions or not, let me remind you that Y/N is my best friend. If you hurt her in any way, shape, or form you will have not only me but also Chad to answer to. And let me remind you he is just as tough as you are, Charming or not” That was the last she said to him before swinging the door open and walking into your shared dorm again.

“How’d it go?” You asked immediately once the door was closed.

“It went great,” Audrey smiled in your direction. “Didn’t it Ben?”

“Yeah,” Ben nodded, walking over and kissing your forehead. “Great”

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this definitely is a lot to think about

i was trying to think of how him being as intensely sex repulsed as he is might affect the way he views himself#and it didnt take that long for it to turn into just straight up trans stuff#or just things that are similar enough that they might as well be the same#or at least on the physical end of things if not the mental social or emotional sides

the blog was just a bunch of asks people sent in talking about feelings n how they feel about certain things#and there was a tag for sex/romance repulsed asks and a lot of them were very.#well they certainly sounded a lot like people with intense genital dysphoria

You're raising some very interesting points here. You've kinda said this yourself already but even if the conclusions people draw from their symptoms are different, the symptoms themselves can be very similar, if not identical. I'm thinking Hector being sex repulsed and possibly having some genital dysphoria wouldn't necessarily make him want to transition to another sex since in my eyes that just kinda leaves him with the same problem, just with different origins this time.

but then there was also another thought that was even weirder which was me wondering how much worse any negative feelings#hector might have about himself would be when he was younger. like in his teens or 20's/30's. bc bodies will do what they want#whether you like it or not.

Yeah, I definitely think it used to be worse when he was younger, since, like you said, bodies will do what they want and hormones are much more active at that stage in life. Since he's always been very asocial, combined with the very heavy stigma around gender issues way back when, I don't think it's likely that he would've been exposed to the concept until waaaay later. And then it's still a question of whether he made a connection to himself at all, or if he did but decided to just shove that in the closet with the rest of his skeletons and forget about it

would the severity of his asexuality mixed with having#a typical male body result in feelings of distress that mimic or appear at a glance to be the same as those of a transfeminine person#and if so then would the fact that he's currently old as fuck be enough to mitigate most/enough of it that he's mostly fine now👍#or would something like hormone therapy/suppression actual help in mitigating any negative feelings he may or may not have

I suppose it could make that impression, yes, but only to a degree I think. If anything I think he'd lean more into the nonbinary aspect of things. He considers himself a man and that's fine for the most part, he likes his beard, he dresses in a masculine way because that's what he knows and feels comfortable in. There's not really a pull he feels towards clothes or accessories that would be considered feminine, but he's also not super concerned about protecting some sort of treasured or fragile masculinity. Was that even relevant? idk. It's there now at any rate.

Being old helps I think, but it's a combination of different factors. One being the obvious thing that his biology just isn't as concerned about reproduction anymore. Then there's also an aspect of habit and sticking to things that he knows because they're safe and familiar, even if he isn't always super happy with it. He's living with it, he's been doing it for literal hundreds of years, he's dealing with it, it's fine. Last but not least is something specific to Hector: bad memory and the part where he runs away from his problems. Even if he did come to some kind of conclusion about the feelings he has about his body at some point in the past, maybe even connected it to asexuality and possibly trans aspects... he doesn't remember. At least not fully. And on the rare occasion that it comes up these days, he has a little oh revelation at best but then more likely than not decides it's too much trouble and just buries it again.

I figure yeah, hormone therapy/suppression might help. I'm just not sure Hector would decide to go for it due to the reasons mentioned above.

Though I think it already helps a ton just to know that it's an option and to have someone to talk about it, even if no physical or social change comes of it in the end.

Ok but I was thinking about Butch maybe trying to explain to Hector why they would do something like that to their own body and explaining their feelings about it, only for Hector to stop and go "hey wait a minute-" at some things that sound hashtag #familiar

Mostly bc I found an ace/aro submission blog a while back, and a lot of the things some of the extremely sex repulsed people said about how they feel about their bodies sounded an awful lot like dysphoria

🥺

Hector's afraid that he's just not gonna understand Butch at all when they start talking about it, but then it turns out that he actually relates in some cases...

and on the one hand it's a relief because oh good, he's not gonna be a dick to his friend. on the other hand... well fuck, what does this mean now

I'm kinda curious if you think Butch would've had a hunch that it's not that strange of a topic for Hector since they're way more in tune with their emotions and more perceptive of others, or if it's just as much of a surprise to them

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Blink Reads Oathbringer - Chapters 46-49

Chapter Forty-Six – When the Dream Dies

I did expect that whoever is important enough to have conversations like this with Hoid would indeed be interested in removing the threat of Odium from the Cosmere. Your indifference surprises me, and the stupidity of it is frankly astonishing.

More bridgeman chapters! This time with Skar, yay. I hope you get the hang of breathing stormlight soon; I don't want to see you left behind.

Now there's a high-altitude training regimen. [whistles] And an impressive time indeed when you're not breathing stomlight. That's not a comfort though, and rather mean – though unintentionally so – of Sigzil to rub it in like that.

Interesting that they know the exact amount of force they're using in a Lashing instinctually. I wonder if it works that way for some of the other Radiant Orders' abilities as well?

HORNEATER DANCE OF VICTORY. All of Bridge Four should be doing this dance. They've earned it. What a glorious sight it would be!

Skar: *I'm just going to lie here. the floor loves me more than you assholes do*

At least Teft has some love left for you, or at least chouta. Ahhhh, Teft, I'm really worried about you and those bags under your eyes don't exactly make me any less so.

Bridge Four has come so far, from never even telling the other men their names to a full support group for each other. They all needed it, not just Kaladin; those bridge runs left them all broken, bitter people, cracking a little more with each run, each day they were treated like they only had lives for the sake of expending them under Parshendi arrows.

Wait, what's keeping Kaladin? Teft, is this you displacing anger at yourself onto Kaladin. A handful of spheres says it is. But no, Skar is agreeing… Kal, what's going on here, where your own bridgemates think you're keeping aloof?

I'm still wondering how they hope this whole recruitment thing is going to work out – if they want to try to make true Radiants of some of these men, of if they simply hope for more squires that osmose their ability from Kala-Syl? To be a Radiant, one must be broken, down to one's soul, and that may hold true for the bridgemen, but recruits…? [hums]

What does Rlain think of the humans essentially occupying what used to be the last bastion of his people? He may be Bridge Four, but talk about divisive feelings. Sanderson, we'd better get a Rlain POV in one of these Bridge Four chapters, or I will have another bone to pick with you.

Highprince Reference: red and light blue are Ruthar's colours

Ooof, yeah, that'd do it, Skar. Ingenuity, yes, but also willingness to steal. That's generally frowned upon (unless it's other people's stuff, which is often the point of war, as young!Dalinar so helpfully pointed out a while ago).

Mmm, Syl can sense the soul-cracked ones.

Getting snarky there, Skar. Can't blame him for this one though, as he does have a point at the very least since they let lighteyed Renarin in, waaaay before Kaladin's eyes started showing even a flicker of blue.

Speaking of good points, Sigzil makes one about squires perhaps not necessarily being a step towards being a full Radiant. Good to know that someone is at least considering the routes and levels of Investiture-use here.

[winces] Oh, Skar

(bless u Rock for lightening the mood)

Lyn again! Good good good I want to see more of them (I think I'm going to use 'them' for Lyn for the time being, because while their initial conversation with Shallan was pretty blatant, I don't know if that's something Sanderson intended or if it was another 'oops I accidentally did a thing didn't I'. Still. The agony of being closeted trans in the world of strict Alethi gender roles would easily be enough to break a person, and that could make them a possible future Radiant...)

Ooooo, Skar saw even before the highstorm incident! Damn, he must have thought he was hallucinating, seeing light and all the arrows curving towards it.

Heh, all the thinking in the world isn't going to help you two with this. But focusing on the Ideals that makes the Windrunners what they are…. Yeah. That might do it. Skar, you really do have a knack for teaching.

YES YES YES

YOU'RE GLOWING TOO

FINALLY

Chapter Forty-Seven – So Much is Lost

Wait, admire… admire Rayse's initiative? Odium's? Dude. Seriously. What the everloving fuck.

!!!! Taln's own writings! Or at least what he said while they all thought he was crazy – and he was definitely more than a little loopy, not able to see how far human civilization advanced even when he looked around him.

Finally getting to a Jasnah chapter! WHY DID YOU HOLD OFF ON THIS FOR SO LONG SANDERSON

Ivory's at his full size while in the Physical Realm? Whaaaat. Is this something he can do because of the Oaths that Jasnah has sworn, or is it because the Elsecallers are so entwined with the Cognitive Realm via their abilities?

I'd say “paranoid much, Jasnah?” but considering all of the assassination attempts that have already been made, 'it's not paranoia if they're actually out to get you'.

[winces] Her life's work, all that time and effort and pain, now all so much common knowledge. That's…. painful. It's a good thing that they know it, but at the same time, it leaves a hollowness for Jasnah in its wake.

Shallan is definitely a topic that needs to be discussed.

Ahhh, Ivory – bonded to Jasnah and yet you still don't understand how humans can fortify themselves without that solidity running all the way through.

Oh shit, oh shit, hints of Jasnah's breaking? And it was back when she was a child? Oh no, ohhhh, that's. That's a lot earlier than I thought she'd broken. Considering how distant Gavilar seems in the flashbacks, I'll bet broams he at least peripherally had something to do with it.

“Considering what the ancient fathers are.” IVORY. IVORY YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THAT AND LEAVE US HERE HANGING. IV O R Y- oh. You just mean the spren lost in the Recreance. Well that was anticlimactic.

The idea of spren wars, though, now that is an interesting tidbit of dropped information.

I like Ivory. What a little rebel. You're very much like your bonded in that way, aren't you?

[winces again] Jasnah, you're going to have to confront Shallan about things sooner or later – and probably sooner. When that happens, best to have all the information you can on hand… but also keep an open mind.

All ten orders but the Skybreakers. Speaking of which, when are Nale and Szeth going to show up again?

Fuck, Jasnah knows the secret – the secret that the Stormfather said would break Dalinar and the others. Ivory believes they'd break, he knows the precedent for that…

Jasnah does not.

Chapter Forty-Eight – Rhythm of Work

The hell do you mean, 'we stand in the sea'. Is this in reference to whatever is out in the Ocean of Origins that the lighthouse-keeper mentioned in the Interludes? Maybe, maybe not, but it stinks of coincidence.

Admittedly, while I like the insight that Moash's chapters bring, I just don't care about him as much as I do our other protagonists. He's a good character, but I'm not really emotionally attached to him.

'Better than bridge duty' is not a metric by which anything should be judged, Moash, and you know this.

So. Hauling things, but where are you taking them…?

[winces] He can try all he likes to convince himself that his decisions and actions weren't his fault, but Kaladin gave you chance upon chance upon chance to drop Graves and his crew and stay with Bridge Four. At this point, you're just deluding yourself.

Shiiiiiit, they're going to Kholinar. Of course they are. As if I didn't worry about that city enough already.

Well, he's not wrong about the 'false gods' and 'ruling class whose eyes reminded them of the Knights Radiant', at least. We still need confirmation on whether lighteyes are actual descendants of the Radiants or not, though.

….you're more religious than I'd realized, Moash.

YES YOU CAN BE BLAMED, AND WE BLAME YOU. TAKE RESPONSIBILITY.

!!! Are… are those Kaladin's group of Parshmen? Is his involvement with them the reason they're being treated poorly?

YEP

Oh man, oh man, are you going to go help them, Moash? YES-

-but blanket-condemning humans as you do. Not just in your head this time, but as an argument point. Hoo boy.

Chapter Forty-Nine – Born Unto Light

FLASHBACK CHAPTER YEEEAAAAAAHHHH plz give us more Evi this time Branderson

….Dalinar why are you doing moss-drugs. Are you constantly discontent since you're not getting battles and the Thrill. Also that is a disturbing comparison.

This is perhaps the most opposite of your current self that we've seen you when you weren't Thrill-murdering.

...listening to your wife is good but I don't think she meant 'you should totally do drugs'

However, you getting into a fighting ring is very likely among the things she expected you to get into when she suggested 'live in the moment', considering what you're like at this time, whether you're fighting in them or just betting on them. It's the violence inherent in them.

Yessss, you're caring about Evi, FINALLY, even if you might not love her yet. We still haven't seen evidence of that from your end of the relationship.

Gavilar might not be able to politic his way past a rebellion, but the last flashback indicated that he's certainly going to try, come Damnation or stormwaters. Dalinar, though… he's too apathetic to even care at this point. It's extremely disconcerting.

Oohhhhh, you're trying to use the drunkenness to stave off the Thrill, really…? Well, apparently you're going to fight anyway. But will the Thrill come, and do you even want it to…?

dark bar atmosphere, laced with smoke that curls, grey, melding with and making its own shadows as the raucous noise silences completely, predator's eyes glinting bright blue across the ring

“Hurting you? Storms, that's not what I'm afraid of.”

You have a reputation, Dalinar. It's not a good one.

Yeaaah, he's essentially not feeling anything nowadays. One fight he can barely remember is the last time that brought him emotion – that's not natural; something has to be damping it.

Toh! You're still hanging around! Damn, we haven't seen anything of you save for that single chapter with the highstorm. Has Dalinar simply been too emotionally-dead to notice you the entire time? But he notes 'familiar face', so you must have spent a fair amount of time together…

OH OH IT'S TIME IT'S TIME IT'S TI-  ….it's early and they're not surprised. Why. Why. I demand answers.

You ran all the way there at a sprint, didn't you.

She pretty much did fight a battle, Dal. Just not the kind you're used to.

Still with the left-handed-ness – and it may not be the same sign of intimacy to her as it is to you, Dal, but still.

Dropping to his knees at her bedside! Holding hands! Overcome with emotion! Ohhh, you have come to love her by this point, haven't you?

“many men are apprehensive at first when-” NOPE. SWOOPS HIM INTO HIS HANDS INTO THE AIR AND DANCES AMIDST THE GOLDEN GLORYSPREN

ahhhhh, with thick blond-and-black streaking even as a newborn! AND DALINAR'S PROUD OF IT, PROUD THAT HIS SON SHOWS HIS MIXED HERITAGE EVEN THOUGH THAT'S A THING SCOFFED AT IN ALETHKAR AND SOME PEOPLE EVEN DYE THEIR HAIR TRUE BLACK TO HIDE THAT THEY'RE MIXED. Good on you, Dal, good on you

'May you have your father's strength… and at least some of your mother's compassion, little one.' excuse me while I go sob in the corner

this is the first true spark of Dadlinar – of the Dalinar we see in the future

'BORN UNTO LIGHT' AS A NAME MEANING I'VE BEEN CALLING HIM 'SUN SON' ALL THIS TIME AND THAT'S SO DAMN CLOSE ARE YOU KIDDING ME it's such a good name what a good name my boy my boy

please run through the city whooping for joy and proclaiming you're a dad, Dalinar, I need that image in my head

For once, Dalinar rolls a decent Insight check. What are you gonna do or say to fuck this up, Gavilar.

!!!! 'Lunacy'? Was… was Jasnah already broken by this point? With sixteen more years to go before she bonded with Ivory?

Ooooo, so crowns are mostly a Western-Rosharan thing – Gavilar compromises with a circlet, but probably not an entirely plain one, a simple band of metal. Ten-pointed, perhaps, subtle and tasteful.

Failing? The rebellion is that bad? Aaaaand you're going to send Dalinar in to crush it and that's when shit's going to go down. Ooof.

….this is that Sons of Honor organization cropping up, isn't it, or at least their overarching goals. Were you just part of them, or did you found them, Gavilar?

Oh no, oh no, Dalinar had a flash of hope, of emotion, of a different future than just battle, and now that's going to clash with his old bloodthirst and this is going to end terribly; none of this bodes well

“I… might have something that will help.” ……….I do not trust you, Gavilar. Dalinar's still the unstable barbarian here, but even he sounds more trustworthy than you right now.

This does not sound good this does not sound good this does not sound good-

“I can't help feeling words would be enough, if only I knew the right ones to say.” Okay so you're probably being tested as a proto-Bondsmith, but dude. Dude. This is not the way to go about it.

[vitalpen]

Hear no Bendy, See no Bendy

(So this started off as a short, dumb follow up to Beady Little Eyes, but then it got longer, and I mean waaaay longer.  So uh, yeah.  Fanfic inside @squigglydigglydoo ‘s Toon Henry AU.  I liked the idea of a gag not working out right and wanted to explore how that goes down.)

“Hello?  Is someone out there?”

The familiar voice caught Alice’s attention.  “Bendy?”

“Alice?! Oh boy, are you a sound for sore ears.”  The imp sounded more lighthearted than she’d heard him in a long time.  “Say, could ya be a pal and help me out here?  I think Henry put something in front of the door.  I need you to move it.”

“I suppose that’s one way of putting it.”  Alice replied as she stared at the several wooden boards than had been nailed over the door.  “This might require more than just moving.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“You’re boarded in there.”

“Ooh.  Wait, what?!”

“Yep, there’s about half-a-dozen two-by-fours between you and freedom.”  Alice gave one an experimental tug; it didn’t budge.

“How did I not hear him puttin’ those up?”  Bendy sounded incredulous.

“I was about to ask the same thing.”  The angel put one hand on her hip and one on her chin.  “I’m gonna need a crowbar.”  She stopped and added with a smile, “Don’t go anywhere.”

“Oh, listen to the comedian over here,” the words had a tint of good-natured sarcasm.

“Well, one of us has to be funny.”

A genuine laugh came from the other side of the door.  “Alright, alright, credit where it’s due, that was good, sister.”

Hearing the little devil sound like his old self was plenty motivation.  “I’ll be back.” She was almost suspicious with how laid-back Bendy was acting, but with how he’d been recently, she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Alice went rooting through supply closets for the better part of an hour before she finally found a claw hammer.  It wasn’t what she was looking for, but it would work.

“You still in there?”  Alice asked with a knowing smile.

“Nope.”  Bendy replied from behind the door.

“Great, looks like I don’t have to break my back, see ya later.”

“Alright, alright, jokes aside,” the imp chuckled, “were you able to find anything?”

“Just a claw hammer.”

“Close enough, I guess.”

“Yep.”  Alice wedged it under one of the boards and began working it back and forth.  “So, what had you so distracted that you didn’t notice someone pounding on nails right outside your door?”

“To tell ya the truth, I was nappin’.”

“Must’ve been one heck of a nap to sleep through that.”

“Yep.  The whole Henry business got me so riled up the last few days I haven’t gotten a wink of shut-eye.  So I decided I can’t keep goin’ on like that.”

“It seems to have done wonders,” Alice grunted as the board started to pull away ever so slightly, “for your temper.”  She pulled the hammer free and moved to the other side.

“Never felt better.  Only problem is, I’m all rarin’ to go find Henry and I can’t even get out.”

That made Alice pause.  She lowered the hammer to her side and clenched it a little harder.  “Bendy… you can’t keep doing this.  I won’t let you hurt him.”  The animator had made leaps and bounds in figuring out their world, but Bendy was still the master trickster here.

There was a sigh from the other side, “Alice, I get it.  You like the guy, both you and Boris do.  But that doesn’t change the fact that he walked away and left us behind.  We deserved better than that.”  But the conviction she was used to hearing wasn’t there. Bendy sounded tired and reluctant.

“At least talk to him, Bendy, hear his side.  If you still want to keep going after that fine, but give him something.”  If there was ever a time that little devil was going to listen to her, it was now.

There was no answer for a moment.  It was deathly silent.  Alice was starting to get on edge when the answer finally came.  “Fine.”

She just stared at the door for a moment, not quite comprehending her own success, “Wait... you mean-“

“Yep.  Take me to Henry, and I’ll see if we can bury the hatchet.”

For a moment Alice felt like she was going to cry.  “Deal.”  With renewed energy she got back to work.  She pulled off the first board, then the second, passing time by shooting the breeze with Bendy.  In no time at all she was on the last board.

“I gotta say Alice,” Bendy’s voice came through the door in an almost sing-song tone, “talking to you today has been aces.  I’m feelin’ high as a kite.”

“Well, you certainly sound like it.  I haven’t,” Alice turned her head to glance down the hall, “heard you,” a familiar figure came into view, “this…” she trailed off.

Bendy was standing several yards down the hall, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, very much not stuck behind a boarded up door.

“Haven’t seen me this what?”  The Bendy-she-could-hear called from behind the door.

The Bendy-she-could-see’s eyes widened at the sound of the voice. He stared at the door for a moment, then moved his gaze back to Alice and slowly shook his head.

The Bendy-she-could-hear called again.  “Alice?  Ya alright out there?”

Now it was the angel’s turn to stare at the door.

“Come on, don’t leave me high n dry here.” The voice behind the door persisted.

As silently as she could, she backed away, not daring to turn her gaze elsewhere.

“Okay, you’re starin’ to scare me, Alice,” the worry in the voice sounded genuine.  Alice risked a look back to the Bendy-she-could-see.  He was shaking, terrified.  He shook his head vigorously.

“I mean it, Alice, are you okay?  Is somethin’ wrong?”

Finally a board creaked under her foot.  The noise seemed to last forever, echoing down the hall and back a thousand times.  The angel froze, every muscle in her body clenching.  

The dead silence lasted for almost a minute.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaallllllliiiiiiiiiiice,” the voice that wasn’t Bendy almost sang with an unearthly calm that she knew for a fact the devil wasn’t capable of. “Not thinking of leaving me here, are ya?  Weren’t we gonna go see Henry and bury the hatchet?”  The sugary sweet tone made Alice shiver.  She still kept silent, inching her way back.

“Let me oooouuuuuuut Alice.” The tone lowered ever-so-slightly. Finally, Alice got to where Bendy was, they looked at each other, then back at the door.  “Don’t you want to bury the hatchet, Alice?”  With every word, the tone degraded, unhinged, until it sounded almost nothing like the imp standing next to her.  “Because boy do I have a hatchet to bury!”

The final board was split with a crack as an axe blade burst through the door.  Bendy and Alice screamed in unison, wrapping their arms tightly around each other.  The blow was so heavy that it propelled the two pieces of wood across the hall, making them clatter against the wall.

Nothing was holding the door closed.

Both toons sucked in a breath and prepared to run for their lives.  It slowly creaked open, showing the axe buried in it.

But nothing came out.

They stood where they were for a solid minute, dreading the emergence of something they couldn’t imagine.  But there was nothing.

“Should we…?”  Alice began, unsure of herself.

“I vote ‘no’.”  Bendy didn’t care what she was about to say, he had his answer.

Alice bit her lip for a moment, then took a deep breath and put on her bravest face.  “I’m going.” She let go of Bendy and stepped out over his still-hugging arms, then started forward.

“But, but, but…” Bendy reached after her, then looked around as if searching for a good reason not to go.  For a moment he threw a silent tantrum, battling himself in his head before finally, begrudgingly, caught up with her.  “If this kills us, I’m haunting you.”

Alice rolled her eyes at him and didn’t answer.

They both took slow, solitary steps in unison.  They stepped on a board, and it creaked loudly.  At the same time, they glared down at the board and held a finger in front of their lips.  “SHHHHHHH!”

As they neared the room, the angel and devil flattened themselves against the wall, inching up on it until they were right on the threshold.  Slowly, ever-so-slowly, they leaned their heads around the frame and peaked in.

Empty.

The room was completely empty.  Not a soul to be found.

“But…” Alice stepped into the room, casting her gaze all about.  There was absolutely no one.  She turned to Bendy.  “I’m no loon, right?  You heard it too?”

The imp nodded.  “Yeah… yeah I heard it.”  He walked past her, up to a sink and mirror.  The mirror was broken.  “I saw it too.”

“Saw what?  The voice?”

“Yeah,” Bendy stared into the mirror, gently placing a gloved hand on it.

“Well?  Who was it?”

He gave her an irritated look, “Who’d it sound like?”

“You, obviously.  But I fail to grasp how that matters.”  Alice had the literal patience of a saint, but she wasn’t up for the run-around right now.

“He’s me, alright?!”  Bendy snapped.  “He was a gag.”

Alice’s brow knit in concern.  “A gag?  How long ago did it happen?”

“…Hours.”  Bendy admitted.

“Hours?!  No gag is supposed to go that long!”

“You think I don’t know that!?”  Bendy yelled. “He came out of the mirror, I screamed, ran out of the room, and boarded it up.  That was the gag.  He shoulda poofed after that but he didn’t and I don’t know why!”

Alice took a few steps toward her friend, reaching a hand out to try and comfort him.  “Is this the first time that’s happened?”

Bendy sniffled a little.  “Yeah. Yeah, this is the first and I don’t-”

With a sputtering buzz, the lights when out.

“Oh, for pete’s sake, what now!”  Alice yelled in frustration.  

“Hold on.”  Bendy pulled out and struck a match, giving enough light to see just a couple inches in front of his face.  “Real helpful,” he muttered, glaring at the tiny flame.

“My thoughts exactly,” Alice replied, appearing from the shadows.  “But it’s better than nothing.”

“I guess.  Now what do we do?”

“There’s no way we’ll be able to walk around when it’s this dark.  We’ll just have to wait for someone to get the lights back on.”

“Which could take hours,” Bendy grumbled.

“Well, if you’ve got a better plan, pal, I’m all ears,” Alice put her hand up to her ear and leaned down close to the devil in a mocking gesture.

“Oh, it ain’t gonna be too long.  I say sit tight,” Bendy replied calmly with a practically audible smile.

Alice turned her eyes back to him, confused.  There was no smile to be found.  “That was not me,” the devil said with a vigorous shake of his head.

“But if it wasn’t you and it wasn’t me then…” Alice trailed off.  They went cold.

As if on cue, a third face leaned into the light of the match.  A smile was plastered on him, but it didn’t match his beady little eyes.  The small-eyed Bendy sucked in a breath and promptly blew out the match.

Both toons screamed and embraced each other tightly once more.

Less than a second later, the lights came back on, chasing the dark away completely. There was no other Bendy in the room with them, now anymore at least. The room was exactly the same, except for one thing.

The mirror over the sink was in one piece again.  But their reflections within it were warped, twisted into odd shapes.  Like a funhouse mirror.

Bendy let go of Alice and walked toward it.  “This ain’t funny,” he growled at the mirror.  “Ya hear me?!”  He ran back and wrenched the axe free from the door.  “This ain’t funny!” With a mighty swing, he buried the hatchet deep into the mirror, shattering it once more.  Then he heaved it back out and swung again.  Then a third time.  And a fourth. Finally, when the mirror was little more than shattered glass on the floor, Bendy rested the axe on his shoulder and turned back to Alice.

Alice could only stare in shock.  The brutal act of aggression she’d just witnessed was plenty, but when Bendy showed his face, she gasped.

“Bendy… you-you’re eyes.”

The Bendy-she-could-hear-and-see met her gaze with his beady little eyes. “I know, alright… I know.  I’ve been lookin’ high n low for Joey to talk to him about it.”

“What about Henry?”  Alice asked cautiously.

“What about Henry?”  Was the imp’s only reply.

“Doesn’t an animator seem like the perfect person to ask about this?”

“You mean better than the guy who started it all?”

“Who you currently can’t find,” Alice retorted, putting her hands on her hips.

“He’s around here somewhere.”

“But until you find him, come with me and we can get an answer now,” Alice was almost pleading now.

“Get it through your head, sister!”  Bendy walked right up to her.  He leaned in closer with every word he spat out.  “I. Don’t. Want. His. Help.”  He leaned back and walked around her, heading for the door.  “I’m gonna go find the guy who actually came back to help us.”

With that, he was gone.  Alice was alone.  She stood there for a few moments, letting her frustration and anger calm down.  Then she calmly left the room to go find Henry. Bendy could be an idiot all he wanted. She was going to get some answers.

[redzeverin]

“Routine”

Mahiru rummaged through his closet, looking for the brush he had stored there for the occasion (was occasion even the right word for these times?). Despite the number of times they’ve went through the routine already, Mahiru is still amazed at Kuro’s indifference with the mess, just as Kuro is amazed by the teen’s will power regarding brushing all of his nine tails. The summer wave just started a couple of days ago, two days to be exact with the weather, and he could already see the effect it had on the anthropomorphic arctic fox’s tails- more particularly on his fur.

The sky blue strands were not easy to ignore as they stood in stark contrast to his floorboards. He could feel the fur clinging to his skin and clothes whenever he sat down on the couch, and sometimes he’d itch whenever he’d lie down in bed. He started sneezing a lot as well. Kuro wasn’t affected or as irritated as he was, evident with his usual playing of his game device while he rolled around on the floor, couch, or bed, and all the while his tails swished around in a gentle rhythm. Sometimes he’d find himself watching as each of the nine tails dipped in a graceful line, to be followed by the other, and then the next, before he’d realize his eyes getting droopy with the constant somewhat soothing motion--

His hands gripped a smooth wooden handle, cutting him off from his thoughts, “Found it!” He said to himself as he shut the drawer close, prized weapon in hand. He immediately went over to the living room where the tuff of blue-shaded tails coiled on its owner. Kuro’s crimson eyes flicked towards him for a split second, an acknowledgement of his presence but not his intentions…yet.

“Okay Kuro, time to brush!” Mahiru said with a bit too much enthusiasm despite putting on an irked face.

Kuro’s shoulders visibly slumped, his tails coming to rest flat on the sofa, and his upper body sinking more into his soft and fluffy pillow fit for a king, as how he termed it, while he paused his game. He looked at Mahiru, down to the floor where strands of azure fur gleamed against the fluorescent lighting of the apartment, then to the carpet, and to the rest of the room his eyes could land on.

“What? Why?” Came his reply.

In a moment, Mahiru was already beside him, tugging on his fur and waving the brush around, “Don’t ‘WHY’ me! You saw them didn’t you?!”

The fox let out a yelp, ears up in alarm, “Ah- the tail- not the tail…!” He whined and rolled around, game device forgotten beside him as he struggled to keep his tails away from the determined boy- which proved to be a difficult task considering the sheer size (fluff, in all reality) of the NINE of them. The most he could do was swat the teen a couple of steps back and Mahiru stopped, much to his relief.

“So violent…” He commented wearily, ears drooping to his sides, “Abusing a cute fox like me,”

Mahiru let out a long exaggerated sigh, falling to his rear and crossing his legs, “Stop moping and get over here,” He said as he patted the space beside him. Kuro groaned and turned his face the other way, ears taut in resignation.

It was a full 15 minutes of staring at whatever he could make out with the fibers of the couch before he finally looked back, eyes glaring in disbelief at the teen.

“Are you serious?”

“If you want this over, then stop delaying things,” Mahiru pointed out, looking much more relaxed than Kuro is at the moment. He held the brush between his fingers and twirled it around the floor. The extra patience for the fox came with great advantages, stubborn as it may seem to the older one’s eyes.

Kuro sighed, “You’re such a pain…” he muttered and sat up, scratching the back of his neck while his ears twitched in fond annoyance. With tails out and stretched, he pulled himself to his feet and trudged towards the sitting teen. Mahiru’s eyes gleamed with either pride or excitement, Kuro couldn’t tell, but it was something that tugged lightly at his conscience telling him to at least indulge the hardworking boy more often to see that sunshine looking at him like that.

He sighed again at the thought. It was only a step away from Mahiru when he decided to turn around and offer his brightly fluffy tail to the teen, effectively smothering him in the process. There was a startled shout from him, much to Kuro’s amusement.

“-uro wad even-?!“

“You started it,” Kuro defended and sat down, tails still upright and pressing on Mahiru. The teasing helped with the situation, or that’s at least how Kuro interpreted the groan from the other, as Mahiru shifted backwards to allow more space between them. He huffed and stuck his cheeks out even though Kuro couldn’t see him, and began his brush work on the first shedding tail on his lap. It took a couple of minutes and gentle strokes from the brush before Kuro’s tails relaxed around him. And although the weather was hot enough as it is, he didn’t mind the warmth on his lap and from those curled against his sides.

OMAKE 1:

“So…”

“So?”

“What do you… you know, do with my fur?”

“You can check your pillows for that,”

“Eh-“

OMAKE 2:

Kuro watched as Mahiru finished tidying the place up, moving over to the kitchen to dispose of the fur-abused brush as well. Was there really a need for disposal though? He wasn’t entirely sure if it was for hygiene’s sake or what not, but well, Mahiru knows what he’s doing. The arctic fox shrugged and trudged upstairs to continue his game in peace. He passed by teen’s room, door open a crack and enough for him to catch a glimpse of a large drawer filled with nothing but a bunch of… brushes.

This one is for the post @lightdizzy made waaaay before- I really wanted to make something of this but I got sidetracked tooooo much (*_ _)人 . 

//cough… u-uhm but anyways! This one is for @lightdizzy himself! Sort of like, a thank you for doing the incubus Kuro from back then too and hopefully to be like a cheer up kinda present as well!--- I know it isn’t like quality so I made both a short comic and a fanfic for it! Although I wasn’t so sure if I went about the fanfic right… which, by the way, is kinda different from how the comic is (I drew the comic first haha)… Might make a continuation of this sometime as well because writing it is so fun tbh! o(≧▽≦)o

Yossshhh~ With that said and done, I continue to support ya! Hehe… and thank you as well for inspiring me to work on my floof too! I hope you like it!

[barbecuedphoenix]

200 Followers: 11 Things About Me

So I was re-tagged a week ago by @eldarya-scenarios. (I had no idea I tagged you twice, dear. ^_^ Having two aliases is awfully sneaky.) 

If you’re a little curious on who your friendly fan blogger is behind the Leiftan icon and the barrage of text-winks, feel free to read on. Watch out though: it’s a long post like everything else I write... 

And if not, please continue to enjoy this blog’s smart-assery and the text-winks. ;)

1) Why did you name your blog the way you did? ...Because that’s the screen-name I use for my main Eldarya account. I’m not very creative with names. :( Not to mention that it’s probably very politically-incorrect to say ‘Barbecued Phoenix’ in the faery realm. Huang Hua would not be amused. And my blog is guaranteed to be politically-incorrect as far as folklore and faeries are concerned. ;) My screen-name is actually homage to a Neil Gaiman short-story called ‘Sunbird’, which is still one of my favorites from its double serving of dark humor and culinary catastrophes. And it sounds really funny when you say it out-loud (at least that’s my opinion).

2) What was your last meal? *checks bowl next to laptop* Eh… a fruit salad I scraped together from some Rainier cherries and leftover cantaloupe slices. It’s summer here, and I enjoy my fruits. :)

3) Jeans or skirts? …I must have at least nine different pairs of jeans in my closet, half of which I don’t even wear most days. And just one pencil skirt. Because at least once in my life, I’ll need to go to a court room. So there’s your answer. :)  

4) What’s your favourite letter of the alphabet? In the English alphabet, ‘L’ is my favorite. It just rollllls off the tongue so nicely. :) 

5) Favourite fandom/shipping? I’m a mercenary crack-ship writer. Anything goes so long as characters are in-character. ;) *cough* Truthfully, I haven’t shipped anything in a fandom since I was eleven or twelve, and that was waaaay back when the cartoon series Avatar the Last Airbender premiered. I think that experience has inoculated me to serious shipping. So now, while I enjoy seeing a well-developed, well-paced canon romance (because it means the creators have really thought the story through), it’s never a huge concern for me who’s paired up with whom. Romance isn’t actually the selling point for me for a lot of stories; it’s individual character development and plot direction that counts.   And anyway… fan shipping is really a fabrication. With a bit of imagination, effort, and tactical writing, functional relationships can be spun between anything and anyone, and unraveled in the same way. Even when keeping all parties in character. So why blow a gasket over shipping? To each their own dirty little fancies. ;)

As for my fandoms… they’re a patchwork quilt of games, books, movies, TV shows, anime from a lot of different sources, and it changes every year. For the sake of time, I’ll give a rundown of just the fantasy/supernatural genres I’ve been following for a while (translating some of the titles to English when possible):  

Games: the Dragon Age series, Folklore (also called FolksSoul), Uncharted, the Persona series 

Books: Discworld, His Dark Materials, the Dr. Siri Paiboun series, the Temeraire series, The Tiger’s Wife, Brisingamen, pretty much anything done by Neil Gaiman… the list goes on. With a few rare exceptions, I’ve shifted from being a high fantasy lover (those tropes get old after a while) to an acolyte of more low-key genres like magical-realism, fantasy-historical-fiction, and satirical-fantasy.  

TV Shows: Supernatural  

Anime & Cartoons: the Fate series (even though my fanfiction ends up making fun of it 95% of the time, it’s still a really intricate universe), the Avatar series  

Movies: Practically anything done by Studio Ghibli and Tomm Moore, ‘Coraline’, ‘Corpse Bride’, ‘Therapy for a Vampire’, ‘Let the Right One In’, ‘Groundhog Day’, the very first installation of ‘The Hobbit’   

6) What’s your favourite sport? (You don’t necessarily have to play it) Favorite sport I can’t do, but love to watch: Surfing. Forget berserk football matches; give me a crazy Australian riding a tunnel wave any day. :D  Favorite sport I can do: Bicycling. I’m no Tour de France candidate, but my bike regularly takes its share of unreasonable hills and descents in the city where I live. Personally, It’s a great way to get around. ^_^

7) What’s your idea of a perfect day? Getting everything on my list done with minimal coffee and hair-pulling.  -_- Sorry… I’m still listening to the robot half of my brain. Switching over.  Start the day by making a difference and sharing a good time with both the students I see where I work, and the odd friends and colleagues I do have. Attend a really good lecture. Then take a quiet bus ride to the beach or an aquarium, where I can watch all the wildlife shenanigans I want. Tourists included. Cook something awesome for lunch or dinner, and eat it to discover that it’s still more awesome. End the day with a good book, an avalanche of blankets, and a conveniently-rainy night. And maybe a quick Skype/phone call with my dad.  ;( Oh there I go, listening to the sappy half of my brain. Switching over.  

8) What animal do you hate with all your soul? The logical part of my brain tells me I have no cause to loathe any animal for existing. But the cave-woman part of my brain still gets creeped out by a few of them…. Geckos especially. Because the house where I grew up was infested with them (like a typical equatorial house, actually). The geckos could be found on absolutely any flat surface, even the underside of the table and on the ceiling, so we always had to check right before sitting down that something cold, bug-eyed, and squirmy wasn’t going to drop on us in the middle of dinner. And they also liked to appear in other surprising places: like in your shoes (as my father found out one day while rushing to work), inside drawers, inside trash cans, crushed between door hinges, trapped in the kitchen sink, and inside the refrigerator a couple of times (worst idea ever, for a lizard).      One of the best things that happened to me on moving to this corner of the United States: no geckos anywhere. I can clean my apartment with an easy heart. \o/    

9) Can you dance? Besides some lingering muscle memory from my early days doing classical ballet... no. :(  I’d really like to take up Spanish Flamenco though. Generally, I do better with choreographed dances rather than impromptu club-dancing. As all my friends have told me. I’ve given them so many priceless memories on the dance-floor… 

10) What’s the name and age of your favourite character? (OC or otherwise) I can’t decide on a ‘favorite’ character in media; there’s too many of them. So how about a favorite OC instead? ^_^   Right now among the Eldarya OC cast, my favorite would have to be Zephania ‘Zee’ Tantiango because she’s a magnet for trouble as a protagonist very dynamic heroine to work with. (She’s 23, in case you’re interested.) Zee is actually the latest incarnation of the ‘funny-but-unlucky action heroine’ archetype I’ve spent years working on, and I’m happy with how she’s turning out so far. On one hand, she’s the typical small-town heroine who’s sharp, plucky, energetic, and more than a little kooky herself; the story never stops moving once she starts improvising in a tight situation. :) But there’s a strong undercurrent of tragedy in the way she continues to isolate herself through her pride and her decisions, especially because she’s allergic to either admitting that she’s in real trouble, or cutting herself some slack for her mistakes. There’s a lot of sadness behind that finger-snap smile. I’m still debating on whether to give her a good ending, or a bitter one. :(  No, that was not a spoiler for the fan-fiction that’ll one day hit this blog.

11) What got you into your favourite activity?(i.e how did you start?) Favorite activity? Like… a hobby?  Well the longest-running hobby I’ve ever had is writing (no guesses there). And it was more-or-less self-taught. As a kid, nobody could take me anywhere without a book in my hand, or some other adventure happening inside my own head (which made it awfully inconvenient to get my attention in a mall… but hey, I never wandered off). And writing short stories was always the most entertaining school assignment for me.  But it wasn’t until I started home-schooling at thirteen that I found the time and need to write something for myself, putting to paper those increasingly-complex sagas and fan-fictions that lived in my head (because my short-term recall just couldn’t keep track of all the dialogue and plot twists anymore; I needed to start recording my stories to make sense of them.)   And I haven’t stopped since. :)

Uh-oh. Here come… my questions. For @mentacomchocolate, @areyntheheartseeker, and @the-irish-hoor​. 

Why did you name your blogs the way you did? ;)

What would your honest personal reaction be if you accidentally stepped into a fairy ring, landed in a strange place, and got threatened by a fox-lady wielding fireballs?  

What’s your dream job in this life?  

Is there anyone you have a crush on that you’re still really embarrassed to admit? Would you like to mention them anyway? ;)  

If there’s only one book genre you could spend the rest of your life reading, what will it be?  

What are the top 5 things you geek out over? (Today, at least. ;) )

If you’ve been given a 24-hour advance warning that the world is definitely going to end (i.e. via Death Star), what will you do?

And if you’ve been given an exclusive two-person escape pod during above scenario, what/who would you bring with you to escape the planet? Would you want to?

If your friends can agree on one thing about you, what would it be? Do you agree with them? 

What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you this past week?  

What do you remember as your most incredible feat of endurance to date? Physical, mental, and/or social?

*looks up* ...All right, those are some weird questions. I won’t blame you at all if you ignore them. 

[artflow-km]

Story Time : A lesbian tried to turn me out once

It kinda began the same way a porno would. [like a white porn flick…black folks don’t bother with plots]…… I was helping a co-worker that I had become cool with pack up her apartment. She moved to the area, a few states away from home, and was moving back after a nasty break up.

It started out pretty normal. I was packing up her closet. She was packing up things around her room. We were sipping wine & blasting music. Typical girl stuff. After an hour’s worth of work we ordered a pizza and sat on her bed watching a movie. She randomly pulled out her computer and started showing me pictures from a blog she follows. The blogger was huge on embracing female sexuality. She had all these nude “graphic” photos of herself. I’m weird and artsy so I told her how it was cool. My coworker was like “ to be honest I just think she is soooo sexy”. [thought nothing of it. Girls say that all the time]

I laughed and went back to the movie. A few minutes later, she was like “ so be honest, do you have any girl crushes?” I think for a minute and name a few women I think are pretty or admirable. She digs deeper and says “ but a REAL crush though, like, you’d wanna fuck em?” [hmmm…..]. “I never really thought about sex with a woman. I’m not really bi-sexual.” I laugh. 

She laughs too, “Yeah, I’m not bi either”…..she pauses for a minute….” actually, I’m just a lesbian.” [oh…ok O_o…]… I laugh awkwardly and say “That’s cool. I never knew that.” so we move on for a bit and go back to packing things. 

After i’d been in the closet about 5 minutes she comes in to grab an extra box. Loudly she exclaims “OMG! That awkward moment when you leave your penises out.” I look over, she’s holding 3 varying sized straps and a toy” She’s flailing them around, acting embarrassed and apologizing over and over. I laugh and stress that I didn’t even notice. So she comes up behind me while I’m pulling things off of hangers and starts trying to talk against my neck.  Asked if I even thought about sleeping with a woman, and if I’ve ever felt a strap in me. [Nah…My partners usually come with no assembly required]. So i step away a bit & stress how straight I am. At this point feeling really weird and just wanting to finish up and leave.

She laughs some more and goes back to packing. I finish my boxes and go to sit them next to the others in the room. “oh look who’s coming out the closet” [Of course that pun goes there -_-]….I fake laugh and sit on the bed for a minute, she lays across the other end and we actually have normal conversation for the next hour or so. I relax a bit, thinking maybe I’d been trippin and the wine was getting to me. 

Then she comes right out and says. “Are you sure you’re straight? Cuz I’m not typically attracted to straight girls, and I’m crazy attracted to you.” 

“I’m pretty sure I’m straight, girl.  I love a thick bodied man and a penis”

“but, have you ever been with a girl to know is that’s all you like?”

“Umm…I been too busy enjoying penis to think about it” 

“ I have penises….” She looks at me…So straight faced. Like its the same thing. 

“They not attached to a man though”

“Lay back….Give me 15 minutes….and I SWEEEEAR you won’t even care. Just let me touch you. You don’t have to do a thing. I can make you cum before that time ends.” 

I pause for a minute. “Umm.. I think I should go.” I walk to the living room and start grabbing my stuff. 

She follows me, and before I even notice she’s there she behind me….grabbing a whole handful of my ass through my dress and sucking on my neck. 

Dang…am I lesbian???  Cuz at this point i’m questioning. A minute has passed. She still sucking my neck. Now she’s rubbing my nipple through my dress. [Don’t judge me it felt good].    So she pulls up my dress and starts fiddling with my panties. Trying to slide them down and get her fingers in places they weren’t invited. Then reality started to set it: this pretty ass dark skinned girl about to make me her bottom and start probing me with foreign objects if I don’t stop her.  I push her off and tell her I’m a for real straight girl. 

So she says fine, groping my breast [Whhhhhy am I struggling this bad?!]. She had these big pretty eyes, and full lips. And they pouted a bit. “Just let me see you naked at least. I won’t touch. Promise. I bet yo pussy so pretty.  I just wanna see” 

I ALMOST let her y’all. I’m a whole straight woman..Being wooed by this pretty dark skinned barbie doll looking chick with a dope afro. Young adult. Making it on my own. and I’m like a little kid lost at an amusement park. Questioning where I am and how I got here. This girl and her voodoo was something other worldly I swear. I almost laid back and let her suck the soul out my pussy if she requested it. 

So I’m having internal conflicts about who I am and what I want out of life while she vexes me with her pretty eyes. 

Just as I was about to sell my soul to her her phone rings. She jumps when she hears the ringer. It was her ex. She walks into the other room to answer. The ex was saying something about wanting to come over and grab some stuff. I didn’t stick around to hear the whole convo. I ran while she was on the phone. For all I know these girls been plotting running a train on a lesbian virgin. Out the door before she even makes it back into the living room. 

Ran to my car. Drove off as fast as I could and sat outside of a burger place. Got a milkshake. Analyzed my life for a while. Then I called my best friend. Probably the weirdest conversation of his life. I told him about my night... He’s laughing at me because we had this ongoing conversation. He SWEARS all girls are at least kind of bi. I convinced him all this time I was an exception to his rule til tonight. So he’s going on, making jokes. And I randomly ask him if he can dick me down….I needed to prove I was straight to myself lol. Of course he was willing to oblige. I went over his house, and probably gave him the best cat he ever had. And I enjoyed it waaaay too much to be a lesbian.

So yeah. I’m pretty sure I’m straight, but I almost became a lesbian once. …. 

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1. what's your favorite flower?

Sunflowers

2. what's your favorite color to wear?

Black! Bc it's slimming

3. what's your favorite scent of candle or essential oil?

Anything citrus. Citrus is an energizing smell. But I also love anything apple scented and most fall/winter scents.

4. what are three things you like about your physical appearance?

I think my eye color is pretty. I like my hands (kinda sorta, they're low-key man hands but it's okay) and Ive learned to like my legs again.

5. what are three things you like about your personality?

I like to think I'm a nice person. Sometimes I'm too nice but yeah. I'm very giving and caring too. I'm very loving too

6. do you like to wear makeup?

Not really. I like to rub my face and itch my face and makeup gets in the way of that lol

7. what are your favorite places to eat?

Fucking CHIPOTLE, any Chinese place ever lol, this Thai place across from my work, and I love Publix sandwiches sooo much

8. what's your favorite part of the day?

Going to sleep lol or around 3-4 am, it's so quiet and peaceful then

9. summer, spring, winter, or fall?

It's close between fall and winter but I gotta say winter.

10. if you could live anywhere where would you live?

Colorado. Specifically Aspen, Colorado. Or Vail. It's expensive up there but god it's so gorgeous

11. what's something expensive you really want but don't need?

I want a new laptop but I don't technically need it lol

12. what qualities do you look for in a friend?

I don't think I look for anything specifically. Just basically a caring person, who won't fuck me over who I can vibe with

13. do you wear perfume/cologne? if so what kind?

Yes! Anything Jimmy Choo. Specifically Fever by Jimmy Choo. My favorite rn

14. what's your favorite sugary cereal?

Fruit Loops

15. what are some of your favorite types of candy?

Hmmm. I love reese's. I like twix. I like gummy candy too and like, fruit chews and stuff

16. are you better at cooking or baking?

Probably better at cooking. But I haven't done much baking

17. what's one thing on your bucket list?

Travel to every single national park in the United States!

18. what is your favorite type of food?

Chinese, hands down

19. what was your first job?

I worked at a barn for my first job. I exercised horses, cleaned the barn and paddocks, and fed and watered the horses, etc

20. are you usually early or late to things?

Depends on the thing and it's importance lol

21. what show are you currently watching?

Breaking Bad. I should have finished it by now, I only have two episodes left but I hit a bit of a depressive state so I haven't yet

22. what's your favorite drink?

Hmmm. Ginger ale or just plain water. Oooh or strawberry/raspberry lemonade

23. what do you hope never changes?

I hope I never stop loving so hard. It really hurts me but I love it. To love someone so deeply, purely, without holding back.. it's a special thing.

24. what's your dream car?

I want a 2 door. Like a lamborghini or a Ferrari one day lol, waaaay in the future when I start making serious money. And it wouldn't be my main car. They break down too easy and are so expensive to take to the shop

25. what songs have you completely memorized?

Oh man. A lot. Sad Song by We The Kings, Eminem- Cleaning Out My Closet, just to name a few.

26. what would you rate 10/10?

Man, going hiking. There is nothing like being outdoors.

And of course, I'd rate her 10/10...

27. what color scheme do you like?

Fall color scheme! Dark reds, dark blues, dark purples, burnt orange

28. what are some of your favorite movies?

Blue Is The Warmest Color, But I'm a Cheerleader, Moondance Alexander

29. what do you wish you knew more about?

Life and love

30. what's the best way to start the day?

To wake up next to your best friend, your soul mate. I've only started my day like that a handful of times in my life.

31. what mystery do you wish you knew the answer to?

Love and how to cope with heartbreak. There must be some kind of secret to it. I'm not sure though. Also, I'd love to know, how do parents betray their own children? I'd love to know that.

32. what's your favorite movie or book genre?

Horsey books for sure

33. what's the farthest you've ever been from home?

From Georgia all the way to Colorado. Which isn't that far but yeah

34. do you like rollercoasters?

No. I fucking love them

35. what are you most likely to become famous for?

Being a fuck up? Lmao

On the real though, I used to dream about being a famous horseback rider. God how I wish that could've come true.

36. what fictional place would you most like to go?

The Harry Potter universe!

37. what popular TV show or movie do you refuse to watch?

Supergirl just bc I don't think I'd like it

38. what would be your ideal date?

Anywhere with her

39. what's the most impressive thing you know how to do?

Hmmm. I'm not sure. I mean like, I can give animals IVs, but I'm not sure if that's impressive or not.

40. what was the best book or series you've ever read?

Harry Potter orrrr Canterbury Crest

41. what are you interested in that most people haven't heard of?

I mean nothing really, but I do love snow globes. People have heard of them but probably not heard of collecting them like I do

42. what is the most annoying question that people ask you regularly?

When are you having kids??

Never, nosy!!!! Just because I'm 21 doesn't mean I have to start popping them out! Ugh, my sole purpose in this life is not to have children. My itty bitty tiny woman brain is gonna do so much more for this world by itself than raising children could ever do for this world

43. what could you give a 40 minute presentation on with absolutely no preparation?

Pretty much anything horse related, or related to my work I guess lol. I know so much about retail that I wish I never knew lol

44. what's something you think everyone should do at least once in their lives?

Go to Colorado!! When it's snowing

45. what's something that a ton of people are obsessed with, but you just don't get the point of?

Going out to bars/clubs. I just don't get it. If I'm drinking I'm drinking alone or with a few friends

46. who inspires you to be better?

The women in my family. They always inspire me to be the best version of me I can be.

47. what irrational fear do you have?

I'm terrified of ghosts? And like, demons and stuff

48. what's the hardest lesson you've learned?

I like, dont want to answer this lol

But one of the hardest I've ever learned is that it's so important to check on your friends often. You never know how they're feeling and what's going on with them. You don't want it to be too late. It's better to be annoying than have regrets about not asking people how they're doing.

49. what's the last adventure you went on?

I went on a hike around Arabia Mountain Saturday before last. Not really an adventure but it was fun for sure

50. what was the most memorable gift you've ever received?

I received a really special snow globe maybe two years ago? I can't remember but I love it so much

51. what's something you can never seem to finish?

Sometimes it's hard for me to finish school work lol, it seems neverending.

52. what do you strongly suspect but have no proof of?

Don't wanna answer. If I answer it may come true, so no.

53. what song or artist do you like, but rarely admit to liking?

Lol, man, embarrassing. But certain songs by 21 Savage... yeah, I know, cringe lol

54. what question can you ask to find out the most about a person?

Like what their hobbies are. What someone does in their free time says a lot about them I think

55. what bridges do you not regret burning?

The ones between my mother and her side of the family. Fuck them all.

56. what's the most illegal thing you've done?

Smoke weed?? On school property? Or cocaine lol

57. what are you afraid people see when they look at you?

My vunerability and how easy it would be to crush my emotions

58. what do you hope people see when they look at you?

I hope people see someone nice who they can come to with anything.

59. what are you excited most about in your life right now?

Not much to be honest

60. which tv or movie character(s) do you identify with and why?

I really don't know. Maybe Adéle from Blue Is The Warmest Color