#future me's problem! present me's gonna SLEEP

[espurr-roba]

i bring a sort of "i don't want to draw the keyblade" vibe that my combat-centric animations really don't like

[coridallasmultipass]

tfw u refrance ur own face and now ur jealous bc he gets to look hot about it

[starastarship]

opening adoptables 1/4

gonna open adoptables here now! each of them cost 10$ each! The designs are all based on my AUs magic system of getting a kid! if you want anyone just dm me!

this is part 1/4 (and yes including the fanchildren of my OC Starchild too, but once adopted they won't have a connection at all)

Now to sum the first once up

Darinphant

Pendant: Risking is all this penadant about. Darin will get a sudden spurt of an idea they can do. Depending on how big the idea is, it chances of success increases or decreases!

A certain interest in stunts, they are daring to try out new things. But don't take them as just someone who just takes the risk. They calculate each stunt to bring the best outcome of it!

Moonhop

Pendant: Moonhop is already fast as is, but using their pendant, gripping it, they become extremely fast, leaving a trail of dust behind like a comet.

This Bunny-owl was born ready for any kind of competition! Having quiet the Energy, Moonhop is always up for a game, sport or not! Just don't be a sore loser if they win!

Thunderguard

Pendant: Whenever they are in danger, or need help their pendant summons a bubble around them and if needed all the critters nearby/ they want to protect.

They will protect anyone and everybody in need! Thunderguard will jump into action, if someone needs help and protection, not really having a regard for their own safety! Remind them always that their safety is important too!

Nighty Nightphant

Pendant: With the Power of the stars, Nighty can gain the wisdome and knowledge of the past, present and future for a short amount of time, thanks to the telling of the stars

A curious nature and a fascination with the night sky, Nighty will always tell you the newest thing they just learned from the sky. Carrying a big telescope whever they go, to see the night sky wherever they are!

Smarty Smartcorn

Pendant: If Smarty knows and remembers the scientific component of an object, they only have to think of it and the object will come out of their pendant. However the Pendant either needs to cool down before it can create another object or the object before has to be destroyed.

A mix between the logic and the creative side of the brain, Smarty uses their knowledge on things and their creative thinking, to find a solution to any kind of problem!

Dreamcat (closed)

Pendant: The pendant, when activated, can let Dream give everyone a dream of their choosing, good or bad, and let them look into the sleep of others.

sleeping for most of the day on their floating cloud, Dreamcat wishes all their friends a good night sleep wherever they are! A calm and relaxed nature, brings even the most insomniac critters, sweet dreams!

Cuddles

Pendant: This Pendant, bases the mood of a critters based on Cuddles. It works in a specific radius, which makes all the critters, feel the same emotion as Cuddles themselves.

Cuddles, with their un-bear-able love to give, will make sure that you will have the most amazing, active and loved day, everyday! Be it with simple compliments, getting you out of bed, hugs and more, to accomplish their goal!

Coolcaw

Pendant: Coolcaw has the power to change the weather in either direction. It could be a sunny day and the next thing you know it's raining cats and dogs!

Make way for this cool critter! Coolcaw will take you up on all challenges at once to show you who is the coolest and awesomest critter out there! But be warned they neither are a good winner nor a good loser!

Shelly Seashell

Pendant: Shellys pendant, let's them take control various little sea creatures for 5 minutes, before they start fighting the control off and regain themselves again.

Shelly can never pass onto some good seafood. They always brings snacks for their friends and some seasnacks just for themselves!

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by @chennqingg <3

Rules To Break

Jotun!Prince!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Æsir!Princess!Reader

Summary: Prince Loki of Jotunheim - son of King Laufey and heir to the throne is assigned to train a bunch of Asgardian men, in order to turn them into warriors. What happens when Odin's daughter, Princess Y/N crosses his paths in ways he would've never expected? While the Prince is completely unaware, the Princess struggles to keep up her several masquerades...

Warnings for this Chapter: Odin being the best father ever *coughs*, swear words, mutual pining?

Word Count: 2k

a/n: Okay... First things first. I split the originally last chapter up in two, so that means there's gonna be another chapter after that! 🥳

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th 💚

Tagging: (Y'all in the comments again!)

Ice Flower Masterlist ❄ Masterlist

Chapter Four / Chapter Six

Chapter Five

Almost Four Months Later

You sighed, as you sat down on the windowsill with your book in hands, watching the birds fly by and the sun shining down on Asgard. You could see the blooming trees and flowers of the royal gardens from here. It was beautiful - if you were only allowed to go outside.

After what had happened at the training camp almost four months ago, your father was more than just angry. His wrath was so big, that he didn't talk to you for over two weeks. Your punishment was cruel. You weren't allowed to leave the palace - for at least a whole year. You had to stay in your room and were only allowed to come out for breakfast, lunch or dinner. It was horrible - and yet you had no other choice than to accept it. In the time you weren't eating, reading, sleeping or staring aimlessly out of the window, you were thinking... Thinking about the traitorous asshole which called himself prince Loki Laufeyson. You hated him for what he did. At least a part of you did. The other part was still reminiscing about the intimate moments you shared with him at that damn lake. You just weren't able to get him off your mind. He was always present – in some way.

A knock against the door of your chamber brought you back to reality. You looked up, "Yes?" and clapped your book shut. The door opened slowly, revealing your dear friend Estrid. She was carrying a tray with two small golden bowls. In one were nuts, in the other grapes. "I thought you could need something to eat, my princess." Estrid was your saviour. Your ray of sunshine on cloudy days. "Thank you." You smiled up at her, as she placed the delicacies on your desk beside the window. The young woman gave you a nod, and stayed for a moment, looking at you intensely. "What?" You asked, lifting an eyebrow. "Something is on your mind, I can tell. Or rather someone...?" Of course you told Estrid what happened back in the camp and the lake. She was your best friend after all. You sighed, defeated, rubbing the heels of your palms in your eyes. "I just can't forget him, Estrid. Even after four months, he's constantly on my mind, bothering me. I just don't know why..." The maid cocked her head, smiling. "If I may be so bold to say this, but-" "No, no, no. No. We already had this conversation – twice! I told you. I am not in love!" Your friend giggled. "Well, your mind can't seem to forget prince Loki... and the way you are denying it so vehemently, I think it's very clear that you are in love, your highness."

You just scoffed, shaking your head. "Why won't you just admit that you fell in love with him?" "Because I do not love him, Estrid, I-" You cut off your own sentence, averting your eyes; jaw clenching. "You what, my princess?" Estrid asked, stepping closer. "May I?" She gestured to the free space beside you on the little sofa. "You may." You gave her the permission to sit down beside you - what she did. "I understand you, Y/N, but I also don't understand you. Where lies the problem? Loki is everything your father wants as a future husband for you - as far as I'm concerned. He is a prince, future king. He's of status. The son of his closest ally. He's a warrior - a fighter. Why not give in to the love? Marry him." You swallowed at her words. Yes, you asked yourself. What even is the problem? Estrid wasn't wrong, was she?

"I-I don't know, I... I highly doubt that he feels the same." The maid placed a hand on your shoulder, smiling. "I highly doubt that he doesn't feel the same. After what you told me..." She said, standing up. "This sounds like a story of love to me." Her lips curled in another smile, before she left the room; closing the door silently behind her.

"And therefore, the next hunt is planned to be-" Laufey's eyes landed on his son's, who sat across him at the table. He was staring aimlessly across the dining hall, poking around in his meal. The king frowned. It wasn't the first time his son seemed to be very absent-minded. It happened a lot recently. "Loki." No reaction. The king balled his hand to a fist and slammed his fist on the stoney table, causing the prince to flinch. His gaze landed immediately on his father. "Have you heard a single word I just said?" Loki nodded, eagerly, "Of course, I-" but the critical gaze of Laufey silenced him. He knew. "Haven't, father. Apologies." The king shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "What is bothering your mind, son? You've been absent-minded all the time recently. Tell me - and don't say it is nothing!" Loki swallowed hard. He knew exactly what was bothering him. He hoped to hide it from his father, but it was no use. He couldn't. So why deny it longer?

"I..." Loki started, clearing his throat. "I am afraid I fell in love, father... And now I can't stop myself from thinking about her." Laufey looked at Loki like he had just seen a ghost; completely in disbelief. His son falling in love? A thing the king never thought possible. "You are what?" He needed to hear it again to truly believe it. "In love, father... I'm in love." The king blinked, still a bit taken aback. "Well, I'm surprised, but happy for you, son. I do hope she is of royal blood, though. Or well, at least of high status. I won't allow you to court a mere mai-" "She is, father." Loki jumped to interrupt him. "You even know her. Princess Y/N, daughter of Odin." Laufey's eyes widened. He definitely hadn't seen that coming. "Princess Y/N?" The young Jotun nodded. "Did you meet her on your trip to Asgard?" "Yes, but that is a story for another time. I have to go to her. I have to see her; talk to her. My heart is aching; in desperate need to see her." Loki closed his eyes for a moment as he paused, before taking a deep breath. "And... And I wish to marry her. Please, father." Laufey was still kind of shocked, but nevertheless gave his blessings. "You may - but this isn't just my decision. You have to speak to the Allfather; ask for the princess's hand in marriage." The prince nodded. "I will, father, I will. Do I have your permission to leave tomorrow morning for Asgard?" "You have my permission, son."

Loki wasn't able to find sleep that night. A trillion thoughts were running at lighting speed through his head; thinking through every possible scenario. What if Odin rejects me and won't allow me to marry her? What if I'm not enough for her in his eyes? What if she's already promised to someone else? What if she doesn't love me? But the signs have been clear, haven't they? Or did I read them wrong? What if she doesn't want to marry me? What if I screwed it up with rejecting her like I did?

His mind just wasn't able to settle down and rest. So, he tossed and turned; literally waiting for the morning to arrive. When it did, the young prince was up early, of course. Standing up with the sunrise, he prepared everything for his journey and visited his father, before he left.

"I'll be going now, father." Laufey gave him a nod, just having some breakfast. "Good luck, my son. Princess Y/N will be a good future wife and queen." Loki nodded approvingly. "She will. I'm certain of it." Taking a small bow, the prince backed up, on his way to leave, when the king held him back. "And son?" Loki looked over his shoulder, expectantly. "Yes?" "I'm proud of you. After every discussion we have been through… You, finding love is a true blessing." He couldn't help but smile at his father's words. "Thank you."

Not much later, Loki stepped out of the Bifrost, faced with the guard of Asgard - Heimdall. The Æsir gave him a nod and a bow. "I saw you coming, prince Loki." Loki winked at him. "I bet you did. Is the Allfather...?" "In the palace, yes." "Thank you." So, Loki made his way to the palace. After explaining to the guards that he was here to talk with Odin, they let him in and another guard accompanied him to the golden doors of the throne room.

"Prince Loki, son of Laufey..." Started Odin, as he laid his eyes upon the Jotun prince. "What brings you here on such a beautiful day? I hope nothing bad." Loki shook his head and got down on one knee, taking a deep bow, just like it was taught to him; upholding his good manners. "Rather the opposite, Allfather... I hope to bring good news." The king of Asgard gave the Jotun a nod, "Speak." looking at him expectantly. Loki swallowed and took a deep breath. Was that nervosity he felt? "I wish to marry your daughter, princess Y/N." Odin's expression changed. He couldn't hide that he was more than surprised. "You wish to marry my daughter?" "Yes, your highness." The king looked at the prince for quite a few seconds, literally staring him down, before he spoke up again. "Well... You are a of status - a prince, with good manners. A great leader and warrior, future king and the son of my greatest ally... How could I turn such an offer down? You may marry my daughter, prince." Loki couldn't suppress the bright smile which threatened to cross his face. So, he lowered his head in order to hide it. "Thank you, Allfather. I promise to be a good husband for her - but... I have got one more wish. Am I allowed to speak?" "Speak." "I... I don't want this marriage to be arranged." That was Loki's 'condition'.

Yes, he loved you and yes, his father and your father agreed to this, but he didn't want to force you into marrying him. If you didn't love him and didn't want this, the prince wished to accept your decision. Sure, he would be heartbroken, but forcing you to be his wife - to love him, wouldn't change a thing. Loki wanted you to be happy - even if that was the prize he had to pay. He would pay it in a heartbeat.

An almost high-pitched laugh escaped the Allfather's lips, as if Loki just said something scandalous. "You wish this marriage to not be arranged?!" Loki nodded. "Yes, my king. I beg of you." "Why?" "I want princess Y/N to be happy and not bound to a man she doesn't love, because..." The prince paused for a moment, took another deep breath. "Because I truly love your daughter. With all my heart." Once again, Odin just stared at him for a moment. "I owe you and your father. You trained my people to become excellent warriors. Therefore, I'll agree. If my daughter doesn't wish to marry you, she won't." Odin's answer took a load of Loki's mind. He was definitely relieved; took another bow. "Thank you. May I go and speak to her?" "Of course. After all, she is your future wife - perhaps."

That was, what Loki did. A guard led him all the way to your chambers. "I thank you. Leave now." The guard obeyed, bowed and turned to leave. Loki had to take a few deep breaths, before he was ready to knock on your door. Before he was brave enough to knock on your door. After all, a lot had happened between you and him. Not to mention that it was kind of his fault, that you were trapped in your room. He regretted it, but he also had no other choice back then and was hurt as well... Nevertheless, he had to talk to you and take a chance. Otherwise, Loki feared to die, because his heart was aching so painfully for you. So, he knocked; and when your delicate, sweet voice echoed from the other side of the door and told him to come in, a pleasant shiver ran down his spine. It was almost therapeutic to hear your voice again. Taking a last deep breath, the prince stepped inside.

[beesfairlyland]

hiii bee, it’s 👿 again!! thank you for clearing it up so well. and you’re right i understand self intellectually and to actually apply is confusing but i got it today. each time i got intrusive thoughts, felt like every little thing that this illusion is experiencing is real, doubts all that i asked myself who’s this “i” who’s trying to change? who’s trying to escape? it’s this illusion. but it’s so very limited that i can’t do anything. i’ve been so laid back, this illusion has a quite some problems maybe serious ones as well BUT I CANT TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY ANYMORE 😭💀. i just shrug my shoulders but at the same time a doubt comes up like oh why is this illusion i’m seeing so hard, i just want everything to be easier, effortless, not even lift a finger to get anything. LIKE YES I KNOW it’s the illusion’s desires and i understand since i’m awareness itself, i be aware of it -> i experience it.

also these days i don’t even think of the past like i actually don’t even remember anymore after knowing all that’s true is now. i don’t think of future at all as well 🧍🏻‍♀️ because all we have is now.

is identifying with character same as thinking like “oh i’ve to get up tmrw and do this/that.” but obviously it’s the illusion thinking yet sometimes i think if i’m aware of certain thing WHY did the opposite happen. and even when it did, i didn’t panic 💀 but my career depends on it then i’m like who’s career? this illusion’s 🧍🏻‍♀️. so not my problem, yet I CANT AT TIMES it’s just creeps up to me “why didn’t anything change?”

~👿 (can i just drop by in your inbox to input my thoughts and ask you things (not ND related))

Hii!! 👿💜

Omggg i am soo proud of you!!🫶🏻 You are literally doing soo great. And yes it's this simple just don't identify with anything except I AM. this ego can't grasp that anything can be this simple that's why it has to always doubt if it's doing everything right (guess there's nothing to do at all). Even when the ego feels like there's no 'progress'..... it's always there... every moment you are getting closer and closer to HOME. Just don't give a fuck about what this ego thinks or wanna do. It's problems ain't yours. Why would you worry about a illusionary characters problems right!

And yess thinking about what you'll be doing tomorrow...what work you gotta do it's all from the ego obviously. And uk what that do? It makes the dream same for tom coz you are expecting the same dream tom....so you are thinking about it's stuff. Try to be present in the NOW as much as possible. Sleep as if there's no past no future. Don't think about what you gotta do tom. Yeah these thoughts gonna come so what? Don't pay them any attention....by time(illusionary) it's gonna go away. It's just the ego thinking that nothing's changed. Would you care about it huh? NO. Let this ego think whatever it wants to.

And ofccc i would love to if you drop in ny asks anything you like!! You are always welcome here...ilyy🫶🏻💜

-Bee🧚🏻‍♀️✨

[anticomedygarden]

adventures in illegal weapons production and distribution

Peter creates knives that are undetectable by metal detectors. Predictably, this causes some chaos.

Based on ch 7 of deniigiq's 'in technicolor.'

ao3 link

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Peter never knew a partnership with the NYPD could be so lucrative. Really, he should present his discovery to Captain Rogers, just to see what he would say. Probably something along the lines of 'reasoning can't be based on his experience with one guy that DD trusts' or something about sample size, or, depending on the soldier's mood, "Absolutely not."

Whatever. All Peter knew was that illegal acquisition of resin had never been easier, and all he'd had to do was become Spider-man.

This was how he ended up holed up in his bedroom surrounded by beautiful, clear knives, the sweet satisfaction of a job well done putting him to sleep at a reasonable hour.

-

The resin knives were cool, but there were just two problems, one if he was willing to overlook the effects on the environment. The bigger problem was that the resin could still be detected by SI's metal detectors, a fact which he now knew intimately.

"Man, let me go," Peter whined, rattling the handcuffs attached to his right hand. He was very close to trying out DD's thumb dislocation trick since he couldn't use his super strength, but he didn't think Mr. Stark would appreciate him breaking shit outside of the lab, even if it was his own body. "It's just resin."

The security guard currently holding Peter hostage in his little office (Mr. Greevy, according to his name tag) gave him an unimpressed look. It made his mustache twitch. "They're weapons."

Peter rolled his eyes. No shit, sir. That's the point.

Not only could he not break out of the cuffs, he couldn't tell Mr. Greevy to call Mr. Stark for three reasons: 1, the guard definitely would not believe him; 2, Mr. Stark probably wouldn't pick up; and 3, Mr. Stark did not like for Peter to have resin and would take away his knives and possibly tell Detective Mahoney to find another bribe, and that was simply unacceptable. Peter needed his resin for future projects.

Turns out, he didn't need to worry about any of that because Mr. Stark was already walking into the guard's room and demanding the key for the cuffs, but not before Mr. Greevy showed his big boss his brand new small box full of resin knives.

Peter thought that behind the pursed lips and drawn brow, Mr. Stark was impressed. Good. Some of those designs were intricate as hell.

Finally, Mr. Stark gave a quiet huff, said, "C'mon, Pete," and grabbed the knife box from Mr. Greevy, and they started up to the lab.

"Do I even want to know?" Mr. Stark asked tiredly.

No, probably not, but definitely yes after his next project.

"Fine, just keep it from me. Plausible deniability."

Yes sir, that's the plan. Can I please have my knives back?

-

Logically, the next step was making them able to slip past metal detectors, specifically the hyper aware ones at SI, and it only took one tipoff to Detective Mahoney to procure the necessary resin. The rest of the materials he could get from Mr. Stark's lab, and what was life without a little explicit disobedience, anyway?

Once he surfaced from his own project, Mr. Stark took one look at Peter's work station and did a double take. "Whatcha doing, buddy?"

Ha. Peter's had this answer waiting since he got here. "Experimenting with different materials."

Mr. Stark pressed his lips together into a thin line. "And what materials are those?"

"You told me not to tell you about it."

Once again, Mr. Stark pursed his lips. "It's resin, isn't it?"

Peter grinned at him. "Can we skip the whole, 'That's illegal, you shouldn't have that,' thing? We both know I'm just gonna bring up the illegal stuff you were getting up to when you were my age. Really, this isn't that bad."

Except for the part where he was gonna distribute his illegal and dangerous weapons to his illegal and dangerous friends.

Mr. Stark was really looking particularly stricken today. Like a man who knew he was in the right and still lost. Now there was nothing he could do to stop this masterpiece.

-

Less than a few hours later, the masterpiece was complete. His knives were beautiful. Truly one of his babies, along with his web fluid, first set of resin knives (R.I.P. from the bottom of his sock drawer), and the original Spidey suit. Now it was just a matter of testing it.

Because SI was (understandably) more concerned with what people might be bringing into its facilities - what with all the supervillains and crazy geniuses and such - to truly test his knives against detection, he would have to bring them back into the building. This, of course, meant crawling out the window of the lab in the Spiderman suit, walking all the way down the tower, putting his person clothes on over the suit in a nearby alley, walking back into the tower under the guise of forgetting his backpack, and doing all of it with the knives very strategically placed under the suit. In addition to the metal detectors, the security guard on duty also had him step aside to undergo additional security checks now that the man knew him as 'the kid with the weird ass knives.' Fortunately, the new material passed without detection, or else the subsequent few hours would have been very uncomfortable for everyone.

The next step now was distribution. Getting them to Wade was easy enough since the merc would be more interested in their durability and appearance, but Peter wanted to do one more test before taking them to Matt. DD would not be happy if Peter brought him supposedly undetectable knives and then was acosted at the court house. No, he had to get them through more metal detectors.

Peter had no reason to be in the court house. He also did not want to be arrested if the knives did somehow set off an alarm. Obviously, the best work around to this little problem was to stick a knife in the work bag of a particular court house employee he'd heard Matt complain about in the past, namely for being an 'asswipe small brained bigot with a head too big to stick up his own ass.' Matt's words, not his.

Peter was almost disappointed when the man made it smoothly past the entrance.

After sneaking into the man's office to steal back his knife, Peter quickly swung home to collect the box on his desk, the one full of knives. Team Red was scheduled for a meetup on this fine Monday morning while DD and Wade were between jobs and Peter had no classes that he cared about.

It took only a few minutes to get to the roof of their building, but Matt and Wade were already there when Peter landed. They both turned and stared at him. Well, Wade did. Matt cocked his head.

"Whatcha got there bud?" Wade asked, clearly very interested.

Peter grinned and carefully disentangled his box from where it was strapped to his stomach with webs. "I have presents."

"Ooh," Wade said. "Is it spider eggs? Cause if it is, I'd keep that to yourself."

Before Peter could answer, Matt broke in. "It's rattling, and it smells like chemicals." He sniffed, evidently annoyed that he couldn't figure out immediately what Peter had based on his olfactory cortex's admittedly extensive database of smells. "Is it..." He frowned. "Some sort of resin?"

"Ding ding ding!" Peter said delightedly and opened the box. "They're knives."

He handed one up to both men who took them eagerly; they studied them for a minute, Wade less thoroughly than Matt, who went so far as to lick the flat side of the blade. He made a face. "What the fuck is that?"

"It's a resin based polymer," he informed them. "It can get past metal detectors and is thin and flexible enough to go through light pat downs." This he knew first hand.

Much to his satisfaction, both people in front of him looked absolutely thrilled with this information.

"You know what this means?" Wade said, gesturing dramatically with the knife still in his hand, "I can finally go back to the mall!"

Oh. Oh well. The knives were their property now. It wasn't Peter's job to keep track of what they did with them.

Matt continued to look pleased. "I can't wait to tell Foggy how much safer we're about to be at the court house."

Ha. Mr. Nelson would be so happy.

-

They disbanded not long after that, Matt to his office and Wade to whatever he had to do, but Peter stayed up in the air for a while longer. Now that he had the supplies, he wanted to learn how to use them; therefore, he pulled up a YouTube video on knife throwing for beginners and began to practice. By the time he decided to head back to school, he had gotten fairly proficient if he did say so himself.

Sadly, there was one person who did not share that opinion.

"Hey, Spiderman," Ms Black Widow said.

He definitely did not shriek or jump two feet in the air, and he definitely did not curse his Spidey Sense for not sensing her. (She was dangerous as fuck, how did it not pick up on that?)

Once over his totally silent and stationary calm moment, he said, "Hi, Ms Black Widow ma'am."

"I heard you're practicing your throwing skills."

What.

"You're not bad, but there's plenty of room for improvement."

The.

"I think we could help each other."

Fuck.

"I'll teach you to throw if you make me some of those knives."

Yes. Absolutely. You say jump, I say I'm already stuck to the bottom of this helicopter.

"Good. I'll meet you on the roof of your building at 9 tonight."

Oh god. Oh fuck. He could do this.

-

He could not do this. Ms Black Widow was not only incredibly talented at all things violent, but she was also an incredible hard ass. None of his throws were perfect. They were fine . They were all right. There was always room for improvement .

On the plus side, he was very, very good at making knives. Ms Black Widow required two knives as payment for each lesson. It had been two weeks with one lesson a day. That was 28 knives. He was running out of resin. At least he could make them at home now.

This was definitely handy, along with Detective Mahoney's most recent need for Spiderman's help, because now Matt and Wade were particularly attached to their knives and wanted more. This, he found out from Mr. Nelson, who, at first, was not all that happy with his partner's new toys. No, the thank you text Peter had received from him was overly formal at best, obviously sent out of propriety and a subtle request never to make Matt weapons ever again at worst. Then, a heavily armed burglar attacked the bank the two just so happened to be banking at, and suddenly Mr. Nelson couldn't be more pleased with the knives. Yes, his new thank you text implied, they are very cool and all together good to have around, and we would very much like some more please.

Peter continued to be pleased.

-

Tony Stark was not happy. In the last two days, his personal sponsored vigilante had unleashed hell in his building, and Tony wanted to find out who was responsible.

After some light interrogation, he found out the special little knives - the ones that absolutely should not have made it through security - were made of a resin polymer, one that was definitely going to be patented before any unsavories got wind of the undetectable nature of the weapons. That was the easy part. The hard part was finding out where the actual fuck the kid was getting all this damn resin.

"Peter," he started, bravely, "where-"

"Momma didn't raise no snitch, Mr. Stark." This was said very quickly from a concerningly guiltless face.

"Momma didn't raise you," Tony said, face an uncaring mirror of the boy's in front of him, despite the line not being in any way productive or nice. Pepper glared at him from where she was apologizing to a group of interns that Peter had scared the bejeezus out of when he'd killed the fly that had been bothering them all day with one of his not-resin knives.

A fly. The animal famous for speed and being easily startled. This was why he didn't let Peter have resin.

Fortunately, Peter didn't seem to be offended. Or sorry. "Aunt May didn't raise no snitch, Mr. Stark."

Tony sighed deeply. "Kid, this is illegal. Whoever is getting this to you is a criminal."

Peter continued to not look sorry. If anything, he looked confused. "Then why would I tell you who it is?"

Fuck the resin. Peter needed to stop hanging out with vigilantes. Especially lawyer vigilantes.

"Is it Daredevil? Deadpool? I know you gave them some of your knives. Did Ted get it online? Who taught you how to throw?"

Peter's eyes glittered, and he mimed zipping his lips. This conversation was going nowhere.

-

The knives, predictably, continued to be a problem, especially for Tony's poor doors and whatever person happened to be staying in the tower at the time being because Peter, in his mischief, had taken to using his knife throwing skills to wake people up. It didn't matter when or who; a tired, overworked intern was just as likely to be a target as an Avenger late for a meeting. Anybody was liable to have a resin adjacent knife fly past their head the second it hit their pillow (or forearms).

Again, there was also the problem of security. This time, it wasn't that his knives were going where they shouldn't be; Peter was going where he shouldn't be. The little menace had figured out that his knives were thin enough to fit in the cracks between doors. This meant that he could now throw his knives into the latches on door locks, splitting them and leaving doors permanently ajar, from a considerable distance. He could also, if he so chose, throw his knives into the actual key holes, making them impossible to open. Thankfully, this was less of a problem for Tony because JARVIS could pretty well control the doors himself, but he just knew Peter had reported his discoveries to his little vigilante friends who would no doubt use the knowledge to wreak havoc on New York City and its criminal underworld.

So no, it wasn't a major problem. Until Secretary Ross came to visit.

He wanted something. Something stupid, probably. Probably something to do with an 'Avengers level threat' or publicity or something else that Tony didn't particularly care about or really didn't want to deal with. He didn't know because he wasn't paying attention. At this point, he was really just watching the man's lips flap while he sipped coffee with not enough espresso shots and tried to wake up before 9. It was fine; JARVIS could give him the rundown later if he didn't have something better to do by then.

Then, very quickly, it wasn't fine. With his back to the door, Tony heard glass shatter, then the crinkling of it falling and hitting the floor. In his half asleep, bored stated, he didn't immediately react. Then he saw the clearish knife in the cabinet lock by Ross' head and the pieces clicked together. Peter had just thrown one of his very illegal knives through a glass door and past the US Secretary of State's head, presumably to lightly threaten the man, which, honestly, Tony couldn't blame him for. Hatred for Thaddeus Ross was probably the only thing that all of the adults (and the other kids) in Peter's life could agree on, not to mention the kid's own issues with the guy, namely that if up to Ross, Peter would be in the Raft. Honestly, Tony would not be surprised if Peter had already fucked off to one his various circles to brag about not only being close enough to Ross to kill him but also getting to threaten him with an illegal weapon of his own creation. Of course, the kid could've just been trying to lock the cabinet behind the man's head since it housed some illegal substances, including but not limited to, the materials that made his knives.

Ross seemed to be at a loss for words. "What...was that?"

Huh. Maybe he didn't notice the knife. Tony decided it was in everyone's best interest to keep it that way. "Probably just the heat. Why don't you send the rest of this to me in an email?" He ushered the stuttering man over the pile of broken glass and into the - thankfully - empty hallway, and began to rethink his stance on illicit resin.

No matter what he landed on ethics wise, Peter needed to be stopped. Or at the very least slowed down.

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Aunt May may not have raised a snitch, but when it came to her nephew's adventures in illegal weapons production and distribution, she sure was one. One call from Colonel James Rhodes had her spilling the name of the supplier, and Tony could definitely say that he was shocked. Of all the people Peter was involved with, Tony did not expect Detective Brett Mahoney of the 15th precinct to be his resin dealer, and he really was not expecting the resin to be payment for intel and aerial support.

Now that Tony had seen the knives be used for good, he was sort of willing to let the illegal dealings slide. Rhodey would be taking his side, but, in his words, he had a real job with bosses to answer to, as well as property damage that Pepper would soon find out about, an event that Tony really should be more concerned for.

Thus, Colonel James Rhodes sat down to write a letter to Detective Mahoney.

Tony supposed it would be nice to be able to use his own doors again.

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Just for tonight

My entry for day 4 of KagiHira week 2023 Prompt: needy Please be considerate with me, It's been literally over a decade since I last wrote a fanfic, but what can I say? these boys got me down BAD So this is basically Hirano being needy. Set in the winter where Kagi is a 2nd year and Hirano is about to graduate. He's stressed and anxious. Enjoy! :) Also a biiiig thanks to my bestie @cutiesaur for being my beta reader. She really helped a lot! <3

Just for tonight

Physics. Yes, he should study physics a bit more…make sure he knows all of the formula variations there could ever be. Perhaps, he should go over all the problems again? Or  maybe it was a better idea to study maths? Just a bit more wouldn’t hurt to make sure he was on top of every problem he could need to solve. Maybe he should eat. When was the last time he stood up?...How long had he been in this trance? Ugh, he should tidy up his desk. All the mess inside his head couldn’t…or shouldn’t be also present in the physical world. Taiga Hirano grunted. Goddamit, why can’t days be 36 hours, right? 

“Hirano-san”, his roommate's voice snapped him out of his clustered focus mode, “are you gonna stay up late again?”. Akira Kagiura was already laying on his bed, pretending to read a fashion magazine, but in reality he hadn’t turned the pages in over thirty minutes. He had spent the whole time staring at Hirano, not because he was oh so in love with him, but because the blonde hadn’t moved a muscle in hours; no, in days. 

College entrance exams were just around the corner. Kagi had always known how much of a dedicated student Hirano was, he admired him for it, but these past days he had the impression his senior was pushing himself way too hard. It had been a little over a week since he had started ignoring the “lights out” time and kept studying on his desk with a little desk lamp that couldn’t be good for his eyes. He went down to the dining hall just to mindlessly shove food down his throat the fastest he physically could. Kagiura was  sure he wasn’t chewing  properly. “Sorry… I really need to go back up and study”, Hirano had been  excusing himself, but did he really need to study that much?

It’s just the last spurt. That’s what Hirano thought. 

“Uh -Yes, I- …Yes, I think so”, he finally answered with his head clearly still in his notes. “Is the light too bright? Does it make it hard for you to fall asleep?"

“If I say yes, will you stop studying and go to sleep too?” Kagi asked. He  somewhat regretted the tone in which that sentence came out, more annoyed about the light and less worried about his beloved; the latter being how he truthfully felt. Hirano turned on his chair and looked at the brunette for a while, or at least what felt like a while to Kagi. Hirano had a similar gaze in his eyes as the one he had had when Kagi first met him. “No” he said plainly. 

Now Kagiura was mad. The man he loved was so smart and reasonable, yet this attitude was self-destructive. Yeah, okay, the blonde had said countless times how his priorities were and always had been his studies, but putting them even over his health? It was irritating and it seemed like he knew and just didn’t care. All that was in Hirano’s mind was being as ready as he could be for those exams. 

“You’ve been doing this the whole week. Your body can’t possibly handle this treatment  much longer. You know…Tomorrow is sunday, you can catch some sleep today and tomorrow  you can keep studying if you want-” 

“If I want?!?!” Kagi was sort of cut off by Hirano’s sudden outburst. “Do you think I’m doing this for fun? My whole future and everything I’ve been working for in these past years depend on me scoring a high enough grade on the entrance exams next week!” Hirano hissed. He was incensed, he wasn’t being himself. 

Kagi kept silent for a bit, he limited himself to  stare at Hirano with those deep brown eyes of his. Hirano seemed as  if  he was holding his breath. He had raised his voice to Kagi, his precious roommate, and that didn’t happen often. “You are  the first person to tell me that taking breaks is something healthy, that I cannot strain my body  so that  it exceeds its limits all the time, yet that’s what you’ve been doing. All these past days and nights, it’s like there’s a magnet on your desk” the younger man said firmly. “You are  better than this, Hirano. I know that you know better than to-” 

“I’m scared” Hirano’s gaze was down, his body tensed up on the chair. He had verbalised that so fast, Kagiura even doubted if he had heard him  right. “You’re scared?” asked Kagiura to make sure he had heard correctly. “Every minute I’m not studying I feel like I’m wasting time. My head gets flooded with horrible scenarios… What if I can’t answer something I thought I knew perfectly… Should I have studied more? What if I don’t make it? What am I supposed to do then?” his voice was starting to crack.

Upon hearing that faint change of tone in Hirano’s voice, Kagi jumped out from his bed as quickly as he could and kneeled in front of Hirano to meet his gaze. He looked up at him, a silent way of saying “I’m listening to you”. Inside his mind, Kagi was fighting the urge to take his beloved blonde into his arms and console him, alas Kagi knew that, in this state, the other would only retaliate. Instead, he gently placed one of his hands on Hirano’s knee to encourage him to vent some more. 

Brows furrowed, Hirano raised his hands to his forehead, then his temples. He was extremely tense and he knew it, he was only realising this now that he didn’t remember being not tense for the last few days. “I can’t stop,” he said in a tiny voice. “I’m sorry I snapped at you… It’s just that… I feel like I’m drowning”, he stated with one hand partially covering his face. He looked at Kagiura, who was still on his knees looking at him. He didn’t need to say anything, his very expressive eyes spoke for him. Hirano was always glad for how Kagiura kept him grounded without him  knowing it. He felt as if he gave him some sort of sense of purpose and direction. He was a pillar to him. Though he still hadn’t been able to name what he felt for his junior, he was certain they were all positive things, even if he had been ignoring him these past days. He recalled what Kagi said earlier, he was right, he needed to take a break. He was burnt out, exhausted, and anxious, but seeing his roommate’s face brought him some comfort. “You’re probably not even retaining anything anymore, like, your brain is lacking nutrients” Kagiura stated as if he was a hundred percent sure that’s what was happening. Hirano chuckled. “You’re so stupid”, he teased him with a faint smile on his face. He took the hand that was resting on his knee, held it and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you, Kagi. You’re absolutely right, I should stop…that is for today at least”. Kagiura smiled and squeezed his hand back. He got up, not letting go of Hirano’s hand, “I have no doubts that you’re going to make it, Hirano-san, but you really have to get some rest. You always look very beautiful to me, but those dark circles aren't flattering around your pretty blue eyes”. “Ugh” Hirano took his hand away and hid his very much blushed face. “Okay, whatever, let’s sleep then, it is past lights out time anyway” It had been a little over a year since Kagiura confessed, and they had been through so much, but Hirano still wasn’t sure how to react when the other one blurted out his thoughts and feelings like that. But as he had told him himself once: Kagi went straight for the throat with his words and, once again, he had to be thankful for it. “I’m not gonna turn off the lights until I’m completely sure you’re tucked in your bed” Kagiura said as he stood waiting for Hirano to crawl into his bed and lay on it the same way you would stare at a pet that got caught in the middle of  mischief and got  scolded for it. “Are you gonna do it yourself, then?” The blonde immediately regretted his words. With any other person, that would’ve come off as a goofy little threat-joke; but, given the current state of his relationship with Kagiura and how the sleepy brat tended to take things literally...He had positioned himself in a dangerous situation . He cleared his throat and blushed. Again. Kagiura blushed too because the amount of times he had dreamt of taking Hirano to bed was insane. 

After some awkward seconds, the youngest said “I don’t think you should set an alarm for tomorrow. You should really sleep as much as your body needs. If I wake up first, I’ll be sure to be as quiet as possible. Oh! But I’ll wake you up if breakfast time is running out, you must  eat properly too, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. If you want, I can get you some of the snacks I eat before training if you want to feel more energised-” at this point Kagiura realised Hirano was staring at him with a joyous look on his face, the kind gaze  that made Kagi think Hirano was also in love with him. “Right, sorry, I’ll shut up” Hirano snickered, he got into his bed, bundling up under his covers. “Thank you, Kagi… I mean it” he said as he rested  his head on the pillow. Kagiura turned off the lights.

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Taiga Hirano envied and admired a lot of things about his roommate, one of those things being his ability to fall asleep immediately, and virtually anywhere. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Kagi had turned off the lights, but he felt as if he had been shuffling around on his bed for hours. Had  it been of any worth  that Kagiura had managed to get him off the desk relatively early if he was still awake, thrashing around thinking about the exams? Oh no, here it comes again, the feeling of wasting time. He felt irate at himself. Why couldn't he just fall asleep quickly? He wished he could just switch his body off, like an electronic device. He couldn’t help himself to keep ruminating on those thoughts of worry and inadequacy… Oh! And, on top of that, he had also made poor sweet Kagi worry about him. This wasn’t good. His chest felt tight, his thoughts were rushing on his mind and felt as if they were surrounded by thorns, he couldn’t find a position where his body didn’t feel itchy. He wasn’t foolish enough to get up and start studying now, he knew he needed to rest, but this was  useless, he needed his mind to wander somewhere else. He sat up and glanced to his left towards the direction where Kagi’s bed was. He appeared to be sleeping profoundly. 

Aah, fuck it. 

“Kagi” Hirano whispered, hoping it would be enough to wake up Mr. Sleeping Beauty. He knew from experience that it hardly would be, though, so he sat at the bed of the other boy and shook him  lightly, “Kagi” he repeated .

“..hmmh?” a very dazed and sleepy Kagiura mumbled, one eye opened. “Scoot over” Hirano said with a calmness in his voice that was proportional to the knot of nerves he felt inside. It’s not like he hadn’t slept with Kagiura before, they had fallen asleep on the floor sometimes in their study sessions,  they had also leant on each other on long bus rides if they took a trip somewhere… but actually getting in his bed was… different. Hirano felt a bit guilty. Was he taking advantage of him? He knew he wouldn’t refuse. Was he being selfish? He still remembered that time when Kagi couldn’t sleep well because he was too self-conscious of sharing a room with the person he had a crush on…that was a long time ago though, and they were way past that stage. 

Also, Kagiura himself had told him he wanted him to be needy, and this was what he wanted right now. Without fully understanding what was happening, mainly because he was pretty much with one foot in reality and consciousness and the other one on Morpheus’ realm, Kagiura  squirmed towards the side of the wall, and the next thing he knew was that he had Hirano between his arms. Now he was fully awake. “Hirano-san, what happened? Are you okay?” Kagi asked, concerned. “...It's just… I can’t sleep,” Hirano answered, the sound  partially lost as he had buried his face in Kagi’s chest.  It was his way of saying “I don’t want to talk anymore”, the blonde tugged at Kagi’s pajamas and squeezed him into a hug. Kagi understood. He shifted his body a bit more so that Hirano could lay more comfortably on him… well, at least as comfortable as those miniscule  single beds would allow them. He held his beloved senior in his arms. Hirano had his head on Kagiura’s chest-shoulder-arm. One of his arms was folded awkwardly between their bodies and the other one was around his junior, holding him tightly. He could hear Kagi’s heartbeat, which he had expected to raise up, but it didn’t. Wasn’t he disrupted by the fact that his crush had just barged into his bed? Maybe this was wrong and he shouldn’t have made his way into his junior’s bed. Doing something as intimate as sharing a bed was…risky, giving he was also still not sure he felt the same way. Then again, whatever impulse made him want to sleep with him had been right, he already felt a little bit better. The night was cold, it was winter after all, and Kagiura was very, very warm. Hirano was somewhat glad these beds were so narrow, they forced him to cling extremely close to Kagi; it was his only option. Whatever thoughts that were making him feel bad about giving Kagiura mixed signals were now redirected at himself, accusing his own actions  for quite possibly turning a  blind eye on his very own feelings for his roommate. 

He had willingly approached his roommate to lay between his arms after all, and, by god, it was everything he had hoped it would be and more. After a short while, he felt Kagi’s fingers caress his hair lightly, softly, cautiously. Hirano got angry at the thought that maybe Kagi was taking this as the pointless ten second thing they used to do. He shouldn’t hesitate to touch him, for heaven’s sake! So, as a way to reassure that physical contact between them was more than okay now, Hirano snuggled more into Kagi’s chest and leaned his head into his hand as he caressed his hair,  just like when a cat wants to be petted. It was working. His head was being drained from all of the overwhelming thoughts and worries of the exams and instead, thoughts of his beloved Akira Kagiura were starting to sprout. Hirano was thinking of Kagi’s body, which was now extremely close to him, and how it barely fit in the bed, lengthwise. He was thinking about the fact that Kagi felt broader than what he looked; it was funny how the brunette was always so eager to touch him yet he was so reluctant to show off his muscles. Those muscles… Now Hirano could feel them, and it was doing things to his mind. He decided it was not the time to pay too much attention to those thoughts… not now. Kagiura’s other hand had found its way to Hirano’s back, and it was gently caressing him there too, with a small linear motion with his thumb. This felt extremely relaxing and Hirano was delighted; either he would fall asleep, which was what he much wanted and needed, or he would remain enjoying all of the sensations his roommate was making him feel, which were a bunch of fuzzy warm emotions. 

He didn’t want to think much of when he would ever get the chance to share a bed with Kagiura again, or even if he would. Perhaps going over what his feelings for Kagi actually were wasn’t the best idea now. Hirano was just grateful there was someone in his life he could depend on and lean on when he felt as if the ground wasn’t there anymore, like he was losing himself. The mere action of laying down and cuddling with Kagiura made everything else seem so inconsequential. It was just them, their bodies now very intertwined, as  Kagi had locked their legs together at some point, both of their breaths now in sync, and Kagi’s soothing heartbeat which made Hirano calm down drastically. The petting on the head stopped, and Hirano took this as a sign that his dear Kagi was definitely falling back to sleep. The older boy moved his head a bit to look at his source of bliss. Kagiura had rested his head to almost lay on top of Hirano’s, and because of the sudden movement, he got alerted and opened his eyes. Blue met brown. 

They held their gazes for a while. Kagiura appeared to be waiting for Hirano to say something, and Hirano seemed to be waiting for Kagiura to do something. 

Kagi smiled softly and asked “are you comfortable?”; his voice was low and raspy, he had bedhead and, from up this close, Hirano could see just how handsome he really, truly was. He got overwhelmed, but in a good way, because he understood the sheer amount of self-control Kagi must have been exerting right there to place his needs first. It was  like he understood everything, all at once. The raw, intense, intrinsic love Kagi felt for him, he was really feeling it now, it was like being struck by thunder. Hirano wished this sensation was eternal. If he had done it a little harder, Hirano would’ve practically headbutted Kagiura on his chest when he leant down on him again, squeezing him tight. “Very much so” Hirano answered, but again his voice was partially lost in the fabric of Kagiura’s hoodie. He felt Kagi also snug him closer, take a deep breath and then he was pretty sure he felt faint kisses on the top of his head. He  probably didn’t mind it at this time, all this cuddling was the perfect sleeping pill after all. 

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When he opened his eyes, Hirano felt plenty confused: he saw his own bed, but he wasn’t on it. “Oh my god, did I die out of stress? Am I a spirit now?” He began to freak out, but was eventually distracted by how overly warm his back felt, and how his duvet felt heavier than usual. It felt as if it was almost wrapped around him… and it also smelt a lot like his roommate. Oh. Right.

They must have shifted during the night (as one normally does) because now Kagiura was spooning Hirano, who needed a few seconds after waking up to finish the puzzle on his mind and remember all that had happened last night. Carefully, as to not wake the other up, who, unsurprisingly, was still asleep, Hirano reached out for the alarm clock Kagi kept on the headrest of his bed, the one he had gifted him on his past birthday. It was a little past 9 a.m. Way later than the time they usually got up, but still not too late to have breakfast. Hirano sat up on the bed and woke Kagi up. After all, if they weren’t out of the room soon, Hanzawa was probably going to knock on their door out of suspicion and, for once, he would’ve been right. 

With a hand lightly shaking Kagiura’s torso, the blonde called for his junior’s name in a soft voice. When Kagiura opened his eyes, he was greeted with a view so dazzling he also thought  he had died and gone to heaven: the morning sun rays were leaking from their window, and the ones that didn’t reach him directly, were being blocked by Hirano, with his golden hair, his fair skin, his shining blue eyes, the morning sun creating a halo around his figure. His brain malfunctioned and, all he managed to say after some babbling, was “...what?” 

Hirano giggled, Kagi genuinely seemed absent-minded. “Don’t you “what” me, get up!” he said as he gave a quick spank to Kagi’s hip. Kagiura was sure he was now dead because there was no way Hirano just did that; but on the other hand, he was happy, because Hirano had a completely different look on his face: he looked rested, refreshed, lively. 

“Good morning, Hirano-san” Kagi finally managed to say, and smiled.

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23.5 องศาที่โลกเอียง Episode 06

Well this episode wasn't the apocalyptic thing the name was expecting it to be, but Ongsa's actions really made it seem that way.

I really like that even Sun took this in a better way that any human being would, Ongsa's actions were still present them as wrong.

Actually, Sun took this as a way to keep Ongsa in her life because she was still connecting with her, but in no moment she commented or praised Ongsa for what was done. Romcoms tend to do that and is something that I don't like.

About her anger, I wonder how many episodes are still there, because is possible that she is ok now, controlling her anger but that could come later in any of their problems in the future. Hoping to see this development in future episodes.

BUT, I am going to call bullshit to she show. Do you expect me to believe that lesbian Disaster Ongsa had her crush Sun sleeping in her room, even inches to her and she was really just gonna sleep so candy and if nothing happened? not in a sexual way but she would be flustered at least. I do liked that at the end was Sun the one checking Ongsa sleeping(that sounds bad is very cute actually).

Now my favorite part of the, is Alyin and Alyin and Luna.

Is interesting how much Alyin has grown into caring been part of everything with so little given. At the start of the show she didn't even cared that much for her cousins, but she is now part of the squad, meddling to help her cousin, caring for her, texting Sun and calling her human friend. That doesn't come only for Luna but for herself and how Ongsa and Ongsa's friends has include her and shown her appreciation.

Now, I understand that Luna and Alyin are the side ship but I really wish we have a little more for them. There has been multiple moments in episodes before that we have a linger of their thing but I wished we could follow them more(like Alyin asking Ongsa about aliens hearts but we couldn't follow because we had to focus on Ongsa, and is not bad I do love that part I just wish we have more from there).

I like to point out something I haven't notice point out before, but Luna is catching in her own actions. Yes, she is extremely smooth in her words but the first times she was saying those things to Alyin, she was just smooth with a smile in her face; but both in episode 05 and in this one, she seem to be shy before saying things(like in episode 05 started looking to their joined fingers before saying the things and blushing smiling to her own words).

So yeah is not just Alyin catching feelings for Luna's actions but I am pretty sure Luna is realizing of the things she is saying sound flirty.

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ARB Birthday Special: Makina Setsukura

~ September 1st ~

“Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.”

Login Lines

“Hah… the day hasn’t even started and I’m already tired of adulting… can I go back to being a teenager…? No… can I go back to those days before everything happened?”

“Hmmmm guess not, who am I kidding… well happy birthday to me and anyone else who’s celebrating today…”

Voice Lines

“Hello? We live? Hmmmmm ok ok, good to see everyone again— especially now that my birthday’s rolled around again. I know, I know, we’re at that point already. Time, slow down, already, I don’t wanna get older. Hm? ‘Keep it up and you’ll be an old hag soon’? I’m getting my mods in here and I’m banning you for five minutes, you take that back.”

“We’re gonna aim for a 24 hour stream. I’m running on thirty minutes of sleep, but I’ll be streaming all day today— Ah… but I think Anika did say she wanted to at least meet up with the tomato head for dinner, so I’ll be gone for a bit… but I guess you’re stuck with me all day, chat. Ah… I saw all the fanart earlier this morning and I’m seeing lots of “happy birthday’s” in chat… that’s nice of you guys… WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE DONOS AND SUBS BUT QUIT SPENDING YOUR MONEY ON ME!!!!!! … WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS?!?! YOU’RE TAKING IT TOO FAR, TOO FAR, I SAID!!!!!!!!”

“Oi… it’s too early for your bullshit… so what’d you want? Oh, you remembered it. Hah? My birthday is easy to remember? Oh, right, we have the same birthday… Hey, Anika, maybe today’s not the day to— U-Uh huh…”

“Kay? So what is this? They’re two cute bunny figures to me? Cable holders? … I’m starting to notice you only gift me things you just want me to have so I can be out of your way… Tch. Shrewd old hag. Hey, Anika? … No, it’s nothing. I said it’s nothing.”

“Oh, Shian. You’re here. Why do you sound like you’re threatening me… Ew, never say shit like that again.”

“What the— how in the hell did you lug that thing in here, it’s as tall as I am?! What even is this? A gaming chair? And it’s Kuromi and My Melody-themed? I mean it’s cute and all, but I have a chair already? Ehhhh… I don’t wanna hear that from Ms. “Old Hag with a shrimp back because of her cow udders”… OW! You punched me?! This is child abuse, dammit!!! Then assault! Didn’t you say that shit’s illegal?! Tch. Fucking corrupt bail lady… Argh I said nothing!”

Anika Lines

“Morning, Makina~ What do you mean, ‘how’d I remember?’ Your birthday specifically is kinda hard to forget. But! That’s a problem for future-us! For now, this day is dedicated to you and you alone~”

“Hehe! That’s what they look like but they’re cable holders! That way, you’re not just leaving your cords and cables all over the place and no one has to keel tripping over them! Ohhhhhh? I have no clue what you mean~ I can still lip-read, dipshit. What the hell, then don’t act like you’re gonna say something to me if you’re gonna take it back…”

Shian Lines

“Damn, well ‘happy birthday’ to you… Excited to see me, I see. Look, this is the one day I can’t tell you off, so enjoy your special day while it lasts. It’s not a threat, I do mean it. You’ve always been so miserable, so just enjoy this one day, kiddo. Shut up and just open your present.”

“I have my ways, now just look. Your bean bag chair doesn’t count, you can’t keel using that to stream. You’ll have the back of an old lady before you turn twenty at this rate. … “What’re you talking about? You’re technically an adult now. Sure, just try. We both know I’ll get away with it, anyway. Hah? You tryna tell me something?”

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OFTS thoughts (- I don’t have a title)

Here, I’ll talk about the characters and their relationships. I’m not really trying to analyze them, it’s more about how I perceive them so far (as of episode 3).

First, let me get it out of my system, but I don’t think there’s a clear villain in this show, nor a mastermind. I think we’re supposed to take the characters (mostly) as they’re presented, with blatant flaws. If these characters are dishonest, it’s mainly with themselves or with each other, not with the audience.

1. The core friendship

From the start, Cheum, Boston, Ray and Mew’s friendship felt off to me, but in retrospect, more than off, it’s imperfect. While this can read as a euphemism after last Saturday, there are scenes with both working and broken bonds between them. The good: making sure everyone gets home, Boston and Ray's go-to person being Mew (in ep1: Boston gives his number to Nick for his phone repair, Ray calls him right after exiting Sand’s flat), Mew 2nd go-to person is Ray (but only after he met Top), the way they know who will not do the assignment and who is good with each part of the job. The bad: Boston throwing under the bus both Ray and Mew to get Top, the peer pressure to lose one's virginity, their teacher foreshadowing comments…

Honestly, if it wasn’t for Boston’s unhinged behaviour, their friendship might have a chance to last. (it still might)

2. But that’s not Boston.

Boston looks everyone down, and what he wants, he gets. He doesn’t mind twisting the truth (Top) or gaslighting people around (Nick). He’s also someone who sees everything through the lens of sex. His value is established by the number of partner he has, by how they want to come back for more, and how he had them first and can get them back whenever.

It looks like this lens might also impact his assumptions about others’ relationships. While we now know for a fact Mew and Ray kissed, I highly doubt they had sex. But, at this point, I feel Boston sincerely believe they did. Maybe he saw them getting together in a room. And what else could they have done together if not fuck? This is why Boston keeps looking at them with suspicion. He thinks they’re lying/hiding/hypocrites, but HE sees them, HE is no dupe.

3. Mew the virgin

I wouldn’t be surprised if Mew ended up being demisexual. But, let's talk about how so many of us see him as mastermind, and... I don't. Or, at least, not yet.

Did he make sure their school project would secure his future? Yes, I agree with this. It's his idea, and he's aware how much Ray cares for him, and, to some extant, he's profiting from it. Did he take top's 3-months-limit as a form of challenge? Probably (unless he's demi, then the scene take a slightly different tone). BUT, that's it. I strongly believe the rest can be taken at face value.

Well... until he'll decide to confront Top about cheating on him. Because, then we get to this (I think):

And I still don't know if that smile is Mew feeling reassured, knowing he has the upper hand in their relationship, or planning revenge.

4. Top, a much frailer top-tier

Not gonna lie, I love his character. He looks like a basic (wo)manizer at first, but he's showing some cracks that make me want to know more. Of all the characters, he is one of the most adjusted when comparing who he thinks he is and who he says he is. But that doesn't always mean he lets others see all parts of him.

He had zero problem sharing his childhood trauma with Mew or openly taking sleeping pills, but whatever that dude, Beam, is to him is out of line. And Beam stating he knows Top both in and out of bed? What do you mean OUT?

Also, that clip of his confrontation with Mew (see above), shows Top crying. Do I think Top and Mew are opposites? Maybe. I mean: Mew is reserved, sexless, composed, while Top is in-the-open (mostly), sexfull, emotive. And gosh are we going to see emotions from Top next week. His carefully worked façade is falling in favor of anger and jealousy. Mostly (and wrongly) directed at Sand.

5. Sand, the only really adjusted person?

Well, adjusted only if you consider the men, because so far the women are rocking it better than everybody else. But he has his shit together at least. No trauma in view, very done with bullshit in general, discreet where needed (did you sleep with Boston??), know his own value...

Honestly, the only mystery is what happened between him and Top. Like some others, I feel there must be another person in between them. My wild theory is it's Cheum's lil bro 🤡🤡🤡

6. Atom, who the fuck are you?

Atom, played by Title Kirati, is Cheum little brother. He just got introduced in the last episode, but I have no idea how he connects to the rest of the story (thus my wild theory). We know he's a comm arts student (a link to Nick?). The reason I think he'll impact, in some way, the story is his presence in the opening credits and 1 micro-second in the trailer.

7. Nick, stalker with gentle heart

To be fair, Nick is not the only character with stalker behaviour. Boston shows it with his habit of taking pictures of his lovers in intimate moments, and the picture of Ray/Mew's kiss. Ray also who follows Sand, and Mew who admits he could very much go pry in his lover's phone given the chance.

But Nick is not the poor bunny we thought he is. His stalker behaviour is present from the start with the invasion of privacy on Boston's phone, which would be illegal in many countries, and now the taping of Boston's car (illegal too). But there's also the cameras he suggests to Boston for their pool party. No one was asking for video and sound recording, but he suggested it as if it was perfectly normal. (btw, did Drake use this kind of camera? Could we get both revenge porn and/or commercial sex tapes?)

8. Ray, he'll break some heart, his or yours, or both

So, where do I start here. By the obvious? Falling out of love is complicated, it’s a process partly built on bad habits. Sometimes, you might even start falling in love again before being fully done with said process. I think this is happening to Ray. But I also think Ray has been lying to others for so long to hide the true extent of his pain, that he has difficulties acknowledging the burgeoning feelings he has for Sand. There’s a reason why both Mew and Yo perceive them better than he does.

There are other things to mention about him. The drinking issue, the call to mental health lack of care, his blackouts habit. And that one is really an habit that has found him waking up in random people beds with no memory of what happened in the night. He didn't go presuming he and Sand had sex that very first night out of nowhere. I'm not gonna lie, it scares me that this can be someone's real life experience. It brings back that time when a coworker told me that really I should have a blackout once (on purpose): "it's a great experience". "Great" said with no sarcasm nor joking tone. It still gives me the chill.

Anyway, I'll stop here, sadly I have not much to say about the women in the series. I wish they were more present, and as messy as their male counterparts, but that doesn't look like it'll be the case. The writers and directors are focusing specifically on mlm experiences, something as intimate to them as to the main characters.

[deadbydad]

My Thoughts On Miguel O'Hara (Across The Spider-Verse)

I have two opinions on this character.

First Opinion: He is an interesting character, kind of attractive, needs a lot of therapy, and he needs a hug.

Second Opinion: What the fuck I wanna beat the shit out of this man and not in a sexy cute way, I want to throw him into a wall. Hard.

Miguel O'Hara is such an interesting character and he has so much depth to him and we barely really know this man and who he is. I am not going to talk about him in the comics so don't even bring those up those don't count right now, I am talking about the Miguel from the movie.

Miguel has such a specific way of thinking, and I think it's both interesting and kind of a problem.

He's so big on these canon events and "not breaking the canon or some fucked up shit is gonna happen", and he's obsessed with this and saving other dimensions because of something he did, which I am gonna talk about.

Miguel saw a universe where he had a family but it was a different version of him, and that version of him fucking died, so Miguel thought that he should take that Miguel's place.

Yeah, that didn't work out the way he wanted it to. He literally destroyed that universe and his not-actual daughter, and that traumatized him.

I have an issue with this, because I thought it was so creepy that he was just watching this other version of himself and that man's daughter, not the actual Miguel's daughter mind you, and just watched them like a fucking hawk. And the whole time this was happening he was wishing he had a family. Bitch, dating apps are a thing!

Before anyone comes at me and starts saying that he was also saving other universes he didn't have time to go out on dates or get married or have kids, if that's true then why the fuck did this man think that he would just replace another version of himself's place just to be with this little girl who actually wasn't even his?

That's fucking creepy! I thought that was fucking creepy!

Was it just a mistake that he didn't really think about the consequences of? Yes!

Should he have done it? Fuck no!

But, he learned from that and is trying to do better and is trying to fix that mistake by not letting that happen again to any other universe.

But dude....you need to sleep for a couple of years, take a fucking chill pill, and actually think about what you're really doing and what's going on instead of watching cameras like a little kid watching Coco-melon on a fucking tablet.

Yes, you broke the canon and you don't want that to happen to anyone, that's great! But you shouldn't be obsessing about something like that it's not healthy.

Okay, I'm done ranting.

Miguel is trying to make up for what he did in the past by saving the dimensions now and in the future. That's great, he's trying to do better.

But he thinks that what he thinks what's best, is the only way to think, that their is no other option. He doesn't think outside the box, his only thinking when it comes to canon events and breaking the canon is 'what happened to me is going to happen to you if that happens.'

But he doesn't really know that for sure.

Miguel is so obsessed with not wanting what happened to him, to happen to someone else. So obsessed that in his head he thinks that his way of thinking is the only way of thinking, that he is always right. He doesn't having an ego that's fucking obvious, but he doesn't think about what's happening in the present.

He's stuck in the past and in the future, he can't really actually think about what's going on.

I'll elaborate more but I'm just going to post what I have right now.

Will make a part 2.

And no miguel simps better fucking show up and say that he's babygirl and he's misunderstood and defending his actions, don't do that.

That man is not an innocent man, he body slammed a fifteen year old into a fucking train and then told him that he was a mistake and wasn't meant to be Spider-Man and that he doesn't belong.

He is an adult man getting mad at a fifteen year old boy because he hurt his fucking feelings, that man needs thirty years of therapy if he got mad because a child told him no.

That's fucking sad.

[investingestincest]

Ramble, I'm kinda hungry rn so it's gonna be a little jumbled because I wanna eat smth

TW: Graphic description of IRL violence

I think one of my biggest problems is that my brain is constantly active, as in always thinking and stuff. Like, as soon as I wake up, my brain immediately starts flooding with ideas, scenarios, conversations of the past, worries of the present and future or whatever else instead of letting me enjoy my morning and wake up drowsy and empty brained like other people.

But tbh it doesn't bother me much anymore, back then I wanted to claw at my head and rip it out crush it and stop thinking so I could sleep, I remember I sobbed in my bed once and was agonizing because I couldn't sleep for the whole night and the rest of the day afterwards, I even had to take a pill to go to sleep because of it. But yeah it's kinda chill now cause I'm pushing it into art and stuff so now I can clock out after 30 minutes I won't collapse again. I think. Yeah I'm probably more mentally ill than I'd like to admit but I have other problems to solve rn

[heeheesang]

practice makes perfect? not really

slow dance ☆°`~

"class dismissed!" professor lim yelled loudly as the school bell rang. the girl next to me, yuri, immediately got up with her little minions and her minions gathered around her, making her look presentable.

"move, bitches! i need to talk to him!" yuri yelled and everyone made way for her, including me because i wanted to see how heeseung was going to react.

as soon as she got to him, i waited at the door for a while, squatting and listening to their conversation.

"heeseung... the famous year two, basketball captain and main dancer. i'm oh yuri, famous year one, not really into sports but i'm into you." oh god i wanted to gag.

"yeah... i'm heeseung. i'm actually waiting for my girlfriend, so if you don't mind—"

"who's your girlfriend? is she prettier than me?"

"she actually is, she's your seat partener." oh no. did heeseung want hell to break loose on me?!

"you mean... you mean kang kyojin? the lame kid? the loser?"

"hey! you're in no position to call her a loser, take a look at your makeup before saying anything. you don't suit red lipstick, you definitely should touch up on your eyeliner and fix that fake mole of yours."

oh wow, well played lee heeseung. but how am i ever gonna face yuri ever again?! once she left, i stood up in front of heeseung and shocked him. he rubbed the back of his neck while i stared at him, punching his arm playfully.

"really?! girlfriend?! couldn't say your contact or future?"

"you wanna be my girlfriend?"

i left him there and ran off to the dance room, tripping a lot on the way there but i balanced myself quickly and ran away from him, hiding behind changmin once i arrived.

"go away!" i yelled from behind changmin, using him as my shield while heeseung tried to tackle me.

"why me, god." changmin whined.

soon enough, heeseung gave up and placed his bag down. or so i thought, as soon as i got off changmin because he went to buy a drink, he ran to me and started tickling my sides, resulting in us laying down on the floor next to each other. my body was facing him because i still had my bag on and he was laying down on his back.

"i feel like we're gonna get really close, kyojin."

"me too, lee."

going over the dance again was like torture being repeated several times on spotify. i was losing it, literally. it's like the sixth time going through the dance and my legs were collapsing, thank god for heeseung being atrong enough to pick me up each time i slipped.

"are you really okay kyo? we could rest if you want to?" heeseung asked as soon as the dance was finished, sitting me down on the floor and miss jang came along.

"good work both of you. remember, this is really tiring but it'll be worth it for next next weeks competition okay! you can do this, fighting!" i gave a small smile before my eyes slowly closed and the next thing i knew, i had a dream about running on melted ice cream.

"kyojin~ kyo~ earth to kyo~"

i opened my eyes in a familiar bright environment, "break was over an hour ago, it's time to get home, c'mon." heeseung joked, packing my items and his items.

the dance room.was completely left empty, it was just heeseung and i. i quickly got up and stretched a little, "could we do the dance one last time? it's okay if you—"

"let's do it." he put his items down and i recorded the whole dance, trying to get a grip of how i was at the moment with the dance and how i could improve in the next two weeks.

"thank you, hee." i yawned as we left the room and got to the bus stop.

"it's no problem really. what time did you sleep last night?"

"around one am, i was really, trying to improve in my biology..."

"kyojin... you could've asked me you know. you should really sleep early tonight, get all the rest you need. you don't even have to text me if you're home already, just get your rest."

i nodded and we soon boarded the bus together, eventually i fell asleep again.

a/n : aw heekyo!

seven | nine

chapters

[throughtrialbyfire]

"Not so Nice Edition" ASK GAME TIME!!!! :D

Tell me about what ever OC you're currently dying to talk about. (And totally don't take into consideration I have the biggest soft spot for bean-plant-boy Athenath. I mean it. Any OC out of any of your works. We all have that one that is over-looked and we NEED to rant about. Now's the time. :3) Or if there's multiple, all the better ❤❤❤

Future

Midnight

Mistake

secret

OOOOOOOOOO i'm very very excited to answer these >:3c i have some characters including the trio i'd like to throw into these! this is gonna get very very long unfortunately HAAHKJFHGKHDFGJK

i answered for emeros, athenath, wyndrelis, talari, maxim, casirus, and syranel!

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

athenath - it's hard to explain how it would wind up, but if we're talking worst of all worst possible futures? the trio is going to meet the dark brotherhood at some point, and however that goes is still up in the air, but if we want to talk about possibilities, the worst outcome for him would be to lose himself as Listener to the Night Mother. a complete inversion of their devotion to Mara, and the isolation of self that would come from it. athenath is a good person at heart, but they don't believe it, and if they allowed himself to be entirely isolated into the role of Listener and lose touch with everyone around them, SOLELY focusing on their duties as an assassin? they'd lose everything, in a way. they're not aware this is even on the table, if he lets it be.

emeros - emeros is not an angry person, to be honest, but if he loses himself in something he's currently seeking throughout the story… i'm not going to spoil too much, but vengeance is an obsessive weed, and he's got to have the power to pluck it where it stands and burn the roots. he's more than capable of that, but there's going to come a point where he's not even certain he could if he wanted to. worst possible outcome is becoming someone he can no longer look in the mirror, someone he doesn't even know, and losing his connections to his friends through this. he's very aware this is a possibility, and he's going to fight it tooth and nail if he can.

wyndrelis - trying not to spoil too much (as it's both a plot point in the future of CotS and his backstory fic, "Bone of my Bone"), but if wyndrelis returned to a path he used to walk when he was in the College of Whispers, then there would be a very real possibility his own talents would be his undoing and complete destruction. he used to have a mentor who saw insane talent in him, and worked with him constantly and diligently. this mentor is the reason wyndrelis started down a path that could have destroyed him. power-seeking is a big problem for him, and he's aware this is a possibility, and shudders to think what would happen if the temptation to go back arose again.

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

maxim - his home was in the city of winterhold, before the great collapse. all his friends, his family, his loved ones, all gone in the blink of an eye while he was away in dawnstar doing business as a bookseller. he does have nightmares about it, mostly about the "what ifs", what if he hadn't gone out the days before? what if he'd stayed home and done business locally? would he have been in the sea with them? would he have never become a scholar at winterhold, never a professor? when he cant sleep, he makes tea with a calming potion and sits by a window, drinking it slowly and trying to remind himself of the present moment.

casirus - his life as a former vigilant of stendarr still haunts him. he still keeps his amulet close. it means nothing to him anymore. he doesn't have nightmares, but he does lay awake thinking about his time there, what he did, the things he's responsible for. hunting down people for their beliefs, tormenting them for worshipping daedric princes, was he no better than the thalmor that prowl in pursuit of talos worshippers? he has a lot on his mind, and he tries to not let it eat him up. when he can't sleep, or when he wakes up and can't fall back to sleep, he'll grab his lute and head outside to the courtyard and spend time just strumming, returning to the basics, easy things he knows and won't take much thought. it keeps him grounded.

talari - guilt, mostly. she thinks that she should have been stronger, should have stayed with the Synod when the great war was starting, when they were gearing up to fight with the imperial battle mages against the aldmeri dominion. she left because her family had been loyal to the dominion for many years, and she didn't have the courage, in her mind, to fight her family. so, she often ponders the "what ifs" of this. sometimes, if she and deroth duskmire (a dominion defector) are awake at the same time on nights like these, they'll sit together in silence and read, or just talk a little, a sort of understanding with the other without words being needed.

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

athenath - i can't spoil it just yet, but there's a reason that athenath became a devotee to the goddess of compassion. she's the only one that he felt could give them absolution.

syranel - becoming a justiciar. he doesn't know its a mistake yet. he was already a low-ranking soldier for the dominion for many years (mostly just doing paperwork or guard duty) and when his talents were finally recognized and he could become a justiciar, he took it without thinking of the effect it would have. he's lost someone very, very close to him due to this decision, and while he thinks that this person was in the wrong, he'll come to realize one day that it was quite the opposite.

wyndrelis - he didn't check the enchantments properly on a staff one time, and it cost someone their life. he'll never really be able to fix it, but he's doing his best to move forward.

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

athenath - he never wants anyone to see them for who they really are: some grieving, scared kid who had to grow up too fast. a lot of their fear comes out as having a temper.

emeros - that he thinks he's a coward, incapable of ever really making amends for some of the greatest mistakes (and in his mind, acts of cowardice or ignorance) of his life.

wyndrelis - he'd give anything for no one to know it was him who caused the clocktower fire in his home town, and he never, ever wants to tell anyone about it.

thank you so much for sending these!! i had a hell of a great time answering them <33

not-so-nice oc asks

[waywardstraysau]

The First Morning

By: Mod Nightmare

The boys let their situation sink in, and plan a course of action to get back to the school.

Accompanied with the three-way gay/bi panic that is sharing a quasi-domestic living space for the foreseeable future

……….

Edric was used to sharing a bed with Hunter back at the school.

Was it nerve wracking? Yes. Titan only knew the amount of near heart attacks the greenette had waking up in the morning with the small male curled up on top of him. However, watching the violette lazily awaken in the mid morning light, usually accompanied by a big yawn that displayed an adorable tooth gap, made the near misses quite worth the trouble. 

The addition of Jack didn’t present any new problems, at least that night, the redhead being a rather sound, still sleeper.

However, it did bring a new perk to the table.

“You fucking asshole” Jack hissed quietly as Edric ran his fingers through Hunter’s fluffy hair, the Violette having curled up on top of the redhead during the night. “At least help me out! What am I supposed to do?”

“Well, you can either wake him up now and deal with him being cranky” Edric hummed, moving to brush Jack’s soft bangs out of his eyes. “Or, let him wake up on his own. I’d recommend the second option from personal experience”

“Are you serious!? Theres a lot of shit I need to get started on if we want to get home within the next two months, at the earliest!” Jack whisper-shouted, scowling with a bit of a blush as Edric simply moved on to running his fingers through the boy genius’ hair. It was rather messy from a good nights sleep, so it made the other boy appear even more flustered.

Cute.

“Well, if getting back is gonna take a while regardless, then there’s no point in rushing the process” the greenette reasoned, pushing the redheads bangs back again with a little more scrutiny. “Theres other things to focus on in the meantime. For example, we’re gonna need to track down some decent hair-dye, not to mention figure out the whole food situation”

“We could be stuck here forever, and your immediate concern is my dye job” The faux redhead deadpanned, eyebrow twitching as the greenette chuckled, finally withdrawing his hand. 

“It was you who told me you’d prefer choking over ending up having to go back to being ginger” Edric replied, moving to sit up more properly in bed as he checked the clock. “Besides, Hunter is an early riser, soon enough he’ll be up long before we are”

“Why can’t it be today though?” Jack whined, before he went beet red as Hunter shifted a bit in his sleep, his consistent purr rising in volume. “What’s with the purring???”

“It’s a witch thing, he’s happy” Edric hummed, relaxing his back against the headboard as he watched Hunter tighten his arms around the redheads upper torso. “Although, yesterday was certainly the first time I’ve heard him purr so audibly when conscious”

“Thats… really weird”

“It’s only weird because you don’t do it” Edric replied, summoning his glasses and a book he’d checked out from the library before the whole disaster took place. “Just, relax, Hunter will be up soon enough, and he won’t say anything about this”

“Just how often does he-“

“No idea, he’s usually up long before me” Edric cut off the inquiry, putting his glasses on and opening his book to where he’d left off. “Let him sleep, he needs it”

……………

“Alright, Jack, you have the floor” Hunter hummed as Jack settled down at the lab table, spreading out the blueprints he’d managed to salvage from his previous attempts to return home. “What’s our game plan for getting home? I assume you were making attempts when Wuya first left you here”

“You assume correctly” Jack replied, a little flattered by how well the violette knew him. “That’s probably the only good news I have in that regard, though”

“Whats the bad news?” Edric asked as Jack flattened out the creases of the old paper, some small aspects having worn a bit or become illegible due to exposure and having been written hastily in pencil. 

“Well, this is the closest I got in attempts to design the portal we’d need” He huffed, glaring at the half-concepted mess on the paper. “Not only that, but since this world essentially lives off the magic that flows through it, electricity is completely useless as a power source for a portal out”

“So we just need a source of raw magic?” Hunter asked, and at Jack’s affirmation, he reached into his jacket and produced a scroll made of ink tablets, sliding it across the table. “Problem solved then, this relic has enough magic to trap Sun Wukong himself, so powering a gateway would, theoretically, be child’s play. Just… don’t touch it bare-handed. It gives humans horrifying hallucinations”

“What is that?” Edric questioned as Jack picked the scroll up with his palms, giving it a close visual examination. Deciding it was worth testing, he turned toward an old magic reader to see if the artifact was compatible with the magic needed. “Actually, better question, where did you keep that? Between your tits!?”

“No! I have a pocket sewn on the inside of my hoodie for it” Hunter defended, and whatever he said next was blocked out by Jack focusing on the readout his scanner had just returned. Translating technobabble from magical output was an achievement he was rather proud of.

“Bad news, this thing is incompatible” The redhead announced, cutting off the flustered conversation that had been going on behind him. Careful to not let his bare fingers touch the artifact, Jack returned the scroll to the table, sliding it back in Hunter’s direction. “If we tried to use that as a power source, it’d be much more likely to tear this reality apart than open a portal back home”

“WHAT!? Hunter, why would you be carrying something like that around!?” Edric shrieked as the violette tucked the scroll back into his hoodie, jumping away from the other witch like he was diseased. 

“Because it’s only dangerous if some idiot other than me tried to use it” the smaller boy replied, patting his chest where the scroll had been stored. “I repurposed it’s magic to my own end, a final gambit of sorts should I ever be backed into a corner”

“What the hell kind of-?“

“Instead of exploring whatever unspeakable horrors that thing could possibly unleash, can we please get back to the topic at hand?” Jack interrupted, making the greenette pout a bit as he sat back down. “Thank you. Now, does anyone else have any exceptionally magical artifacts I should know about?”

“No” Two voices, one answer.

“Then it looks like we’re gonna have to power this thing as I had originally planned” Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he pressed a button to activate the hologram projector in the table. “With the Shen Gong Wu. And all the shit that comes along with claiming them”

“Pfft, is that all?” Hunter cackled, leaning forward to poke at a holographic projection of the Xiaolin Temple. “Just point me in the direction of the vault here, and we’ll be back home before you even have to start fixing that entrance”

“Hunter, that won’t accomplish anything other than alerting the monks to our presence, which I would like to avoid for as long as possible” Jack argued, pulling up a holographic replica of the monks vault. “You have to actually open the door in order to access any Wu inside, and that is a painfully difficult and loud process, making discreet espionage almost impossible”

“Yet you managed to steal shit from them more than once?” Edric, with some skepticism. 

“They were distracted and I was lucky, but not the point” Jack replied, before pulling up a list he’d programmed a long time ago. “Now, I don’t know if some of the unclaimed Wu I was told about have been recovered just yet, but considering how often new artifacts reveal themselves, there should be plenty of opportunities to legitimately claim enough of em’ to power the portal, at least within the next couple of months”

“Well, we can certainly shorten this timeframe, right? I mean, if we just had one, we can start challenging the monks to Showdowns” Hunter mused, eyeing the school bag hung on the chair next to Jack. 

“Don’t even think about it, the Monkey Staff is off limits, both for powering the portal and wagering in Showdowns” The teen genius sniped, snatching the bag off its temporary perch and holding it close. “I’ve lost it more times than I’m comfortable with already”

“Calm down, it was only a suggestion” the violette replied, holding his hands up as a sign of surrender. “I can wait for a Wu to reveal itself naturally, alright?”

“You better” Jack almost hissed, hugging the bag protectively. 

“Okay, you can chill out Golem” Edric interrupted, snatching the bag away from the redhead and pulling out the Monkey Staff, careful to not touch it with his bare hand. “If you’re gonna go all “My Precious” with your stick, then you need to leave the rest of our shit out of it”

“You’d understand why I like this thing so much if you were man enough to try it out” Jack argued, accepting the staff with a bit of a sly smirk. “Just ask Hunter, monkey tail’s are awesome”

……………..

Hunter would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to what the next few months had in store. 

He was back out in the hidden grove next to the entrance of the base, having just put away a week’s worth of groceries in the kitchen. The nearby village had great deals on tofu and other traditionally Chinese ingredients, being primarily a farming community, and the violette couldn’t be more thankful for Pigsy’s tutelage, for he was now well versed in making healthy Chinese cuisine.  

However, the true root of his optimism came from the opportunity this world provided. 

The opportunity for revenge.

He’d heard all of Jack’s stories, knew how his friend had been tormented by both the monks and his so-called “allies”. It had the violettes blood boiling, enough that he’d made use of the “freakout room” more than once to calm down. 

Now, though, Jack’s tormentors were in reach. 

It was now just a matter of patience, wether it be out in the field or right at the door, they were bound to cross paths with the monks, or even Wuya alone with some luck. It was a guarantee with their goals so intimately aligned, and Hunter was eager for some vengeance. 

All he had to do was wait. 

So, he’d retrieved his current palisman carving project, and took advantage of the quiet grove just outside the door to make some progress. Sure, he was using up the last of his limited supply of palistrom wood, and Buddha only knew when he’d be able to quietly pilfer more from Terra’s personal garden, but he’d already made up his mind about what this particular hunk was going to be, and who for, even if it meant Luz would have to wait even longer for her own palisman. 

The hunk’s shade of grey was just too perfect of a match not to, anyway. 

Overall, the project he’d undertaken was rather ambitious, carving a Crimson Glow Valstrax down to the smallest detail being a challenge in of itself. However, considering who the palisman was meant for, Hunter had chosen to carve aforementioned Elder Dragon with its wings risen in a protective stance, giving it the appearance of an ornate spearhead to the uninformed eye. 

Getting its face right from behind those wings had been a bitch and a half, but thankfully, Hunter had successfully overcome the hurdle, and now the fun part of detailing and sculpting was upon him. A welcome distraction from the wait he’d have to endure.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished.

He just hoped Jack would like it once he was finished. 

[squadron-of-damned]

greggy?

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

A quote of them that you remember

A childhood headcanon

Sexuality hc!

Future headcanon

How do you think they were as a kid? (Like, were they shy, noisy, wild, etc)

What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

A weird headcanon

Greg is so dad-shaped I bet he'd take me to waffle house or some, maybe indulge you in things

It’s Gregory Edgeworth time!

I think that I truly began liking him, as in that I went “oh no, I love him” when Manfred von Karma began ranting about him in 1-4. At the time I had no inkling that Ace Attorney Investigations exist, so I was fully resigned to have my favourite AA character to be the dead elevator dad who got precisely two flashbacks and no actual lines. I’ve made do with less, honestly.

Ummm. Hahaha. You’re not gonna believe it, but I haven’t reached the part of AAI where he is, so… Yea. I have no canon quote I can supply. But I have a non-canon one: “Geese.”

He is a younger brother who suffered a lot of headaches because his parents never had his eyesight checked. Was great in geometry and had and still has a very good spice tolerance, because his family currs everything with capsaicin.

Homosexual. But, like, he didn’t realise it. “Everyone wants to have sec with mem, that’s normal. Men are very attractive. You marry and cherish and sleep with women to have a family. That’s how how everyone does it.” And then he never felt the need to ever ask anyone if it was an universal experience.

Future, as in the one in which he is dead? His last will didn’t have much in it, but it expressed specific desires about his funeral. So at the cemetery he lays under a headstone that says “I am telling you, six feet is not deep enough to keep it buried all.” Miles doesn’t remember which cemetery it is (he last visited when he was 9), so one day there is a dark humoured surprise going to tackle him when he walks by.

Gregory was a quiet inquisitive kid that was an absolute problem magnet. He then had a very harsh rebellious phase that hadn’t truly left him, he merely learned to put a suit on. He learned to sneak in and out of the house without being caught, started smoking, learned knife tricks. Surprisingly when he began seeking the trouble out, he could never find it. He was that kind of a kid and teen who Had Ideas, so while he didn’t have many friends, he was often involved in playing and outings to make things interesting.

I am deeply convinced that he started his career as a prosecutor, but then moved to a whole new city and began over as a defense attorney. He’d seen four barrels too much of corruption among prosecutors to enter another Prosecutors’ Office. Ms. Edgeworth might had known, Gant maybe ran fingerprint identity on him and learned, but Gregory never told anyone.

Gregory had gotten himself detained numerous times for trespassing on crime scene and getting into fights with police officers. He also knew how to pick locks, and handcuffs were fairly low-grade locks back in the day, so in fact jamming the attorney badge’s pin in the lock opened the cuffs 98 % of the time. As such, Gregory was usually out of the precinct before the paperwork for his detainment was processed. He returned the collected handcuffs in a present-box sent to the precinct on the New Year. So in Miles’s inheritance as a box of 10 pairs of handcuffs that Gregory ‘obtained through 2001 and never managed to return on the account of dying.