#granted its like invisible hair but idk

[comas-are-for-sleeping]

i didnt really get why people would be excited to go through puberty until i started hrt. like oh fuck yeah i am excited to be seeing all these changes

[rubberduckyrye]

Okay I'm gonna copy/paste my thoughts about that HP Replacement story idea I had at 5 AM:

Protagonist’s a trans girl named Juliet Sombers (not even sure if that’s a last name but I’m going with it) Her parents die and she has to live with bigoted family

The man of the house constantly misgenders her and in a drunken rage grabs her by the hair to cut it short. Naturally she runs away in the middle of the night with her things.

One of two things happen: One, an earthquake like phenomena happens and she screams and clings to a lamp post. Turns out the mini earthquake was caused by a long subway train with a drill Conductor explains that they’re there to find kids just like her, takes her some convincing before she comes aboard. The subway train turns invisible as it literally flies away, and the exhaust from the back of the train fixes the hole it dug with magic. Yes it’s a literal flying train It also has a cloaking device. Alternatively, the train comes from the sky without causing as much of a ruckus and takes its passengers from all over the world and to the ocean where THEN it goes underground The earths core isn’t actually a real thing it’s a giant city of magical fae.

Juliet lives in magic society now It’s not just about the school she goes to but the whole society itself She totally goes to a hair dresser who cuts her hair nice and makes it v cute and curly, making her feel Seen.

Maybe humans are referred to as Descendants of Cinder, aka Cinderella, the first human to be adopted by the magic society—and Juliet is actually her reincarnation so she has untapped magic potential

Magic users are just called Spellcasters or mages, but idk it mages is gender neutral

Maybe some plot having to do with a mythical wishing well that supposedly grants your wishes that Juliet needs to find for Reasons

Anyway those are my 5am thoughts

[ntls-24722]

I'm gonna be honest yall today I was Lacking in MM content 😭 there's my sona??? if you want to count that as a DJMM/MM? Which, I mean.

it is just djmm with gains and long lucious hair but. idk if that's enough to count them as their own djmm post??

Also, yeah, they have these invisible wings - he may be JACKED but he isn't flying with the sheer power of flapping his arms so hard he elevates, he does have actual phantom wings, though he's still swole from doing so. The other 2 arms aren't involved in the flying process though

There is also a former DJMM - a DJMM that with the power of divergent evolution and blue floral mugs, I no longer consider him a DJMM and he became a completely seperate character?

He was originally, specifically a version of a humanized Comet, his design being insp from this pic, which i think is very apparent, because he literally just got twists and gray hair ↓

And through much yearning, a weird transitional hippie stage, and disconnection from SOS, a Comet became Cameron, an old man who clipped into the backrooms and fell in love with it, and his universe has its own rules and background now?

Like for example, it doesn't follow traditional Backrooms rules as the backrooms (named "Miguel" by Cameron) doesn't have entities, as the plane of existence itself is the entity, there are specific points in places where you can clip into Miguel, and most interestingly, Miguel does not go on forever - whenever one clips into Miguel, there is a single level that one goes to, with a hidden exit, with the level changing each time someone clips through.

I made a new character for the universe named "Woolfe" who's kind of a tinfoil hat type who has gotten a very stark difference in his backrooms experience from Cameron. The levels one goes to are randomized, except for Cameron - since Cameron has come to know (and marry, via placing a ring on the floor and cheering) Miguel, Miguel has taken to placing Cameron in more whimsical and less unsettling places, though Cameron seems either unaware or oblivious to the ominousness whenever he does end up in a very Spooky place.

Woolfe is less oblivious to that, and his backrooms (he personally has named it "The Subterranean Maze Matrix") experience has been harrowing, partially because the SMM is not as fond of Woolfe as it is of Cameron and doesn't try communicating with nor feeding him, but also because Woolfe is also dense, and will take significantly longer to figure out where the exit is.

He met Cameron, and originally thought he was some insane old man in denial and rambling about some dead wife, but was immediately floored when he asked his "wife" for something for this starving guest to eat, and his wish was granted.

Since then, Woolfe has taken to studying Cameron and the Subterranean Maze Matrix, finding each encounter with him both fascinating and confusing him even further with his vague statements.

[wizardouxie]

PANTONE 2046 C

Genre: Fluff, #ZoeAppreciationWeek

Pairing: Zouxie

Summary: The Pink Hair Origin Story (alternatively also the Blue Hair Origin Story)

Word Count: 2788

Author's Note: First day of Zoe Appreciation Week! Wanted to participate so have this not so little one shot to showcase our lovely pink haired witch <3

"Wow, the dye came out really nicely," Zoe murmurs as Douxie exits the bathroom, his hair freshly blown dry -- from its tips to the full bangs dipped in a deep yet striking blue. He smiles widely at the quiet compliment and waves over to Archie.

"How does it look Arch?" they ask, though the answer is pretty clear, if Archie's fond gaze is anything to go by. The familiar flies in to nuzzle his face.

"Dashing as ever, Douxie."

Zoe leans back into the couch with content, taking in the beautiful sight that is her best friend. She did really good. The faint buzz of adrenaline lingers on the pads of her fingers. Right, she forgot. That was her first time.

"Are. You. Crazy? I've never even dyed hair before!" the natural brown haired girl hissed. She begrudgingly wiped the bubblegum that had exploded over her lips -- a result from the initial shock when Douxie first made his request. Granted, she felt honored that they would come to her before anyone else, but still! She can't risk ruining his hair, she doesn't have experience, plus the hair salon could totally do it better and-

"I'd rather it be you than anyone else," the wizard confirmed firmly. Zoe turned to the familiar. Surely the cat who lived with this stubborn kid could knock some sense into them. Archie could only provide a shrug in response.

"They're pretty sure about this."

She groaned.

"Fine, fine! But give me a few days unless you want me to pick out the wrong dye and end up with neon green."

[ 1 Week Later ]

Zoe couldn't keep track of just how many hair channels and blogs she'd gone through. She mimicked their hand movements, using cheap wigs and mannequin heads to simulate the experience. Through it all, one voice echoed the same message: "You can't mess this up."

She bought all the necessary tools. Gloves, hair clips, bleach, foil, just to name a few. Oh, and of course the dye -- though you'll be surprised how one can forget the simplest things while getting caught up in trying to memorize everything. Blue, Douxie had asked for. But what kind of blue? Sky blue? Cobalt? Midnight? Which one? She pinched the bridge of her nose before angrily texting the wizard. It went a little something like this:

DOUX: go with whatever you think will look good! i'm fine with anything tbh :]

ZOE: i Hate you so much

DOUX: ??? WHY

ZOE: IDK SHIT ABOUT HAIR DYE HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT LOOKS GOOD

DOUX: let's talk about this in person before you electrocute your phone again

ZOE: you won't let me live that down will you

DOUX: you know me so well ;)

She shoved the phone back in her pocket. There's no way she was actually doing this for him.

She was.

"Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?" she asked for what would be around the 73rd time. Douxie pulled his face down with both hands.

"Ugh, the answer is still yes, love. I'm not asking you to dye the whole thing, just the front part, bangs and sides."

She rolls her eyes at the nickname and smacks the clean brush against his head. She smiles at the little 'ow' that Douxie lets out with a pout. Hm, cute.

"Alright, but don't start moping around if it doesn't come out the way you wanted it!"

"Nothing that a little magic can't fix if it gets to that point. Which I hardly believe it will."

And now here they are.

Douxie crashes on the couch with Zoe, slinging an arm over her shoulders. She raises an eyebrow at the sudden physical touch, but it's never unwelcome. Not when it comes to him.

"You know of all human creations, I gotta say, this one really takes the cake," they start and Zoe snorts.

"You say that about nearly everything."

"Can you blame me?"

She looks at them and no, she really can't. In fact, she finds herself agreeing with him. He looks... really nice. A faint blush spreads over her face; not that it is noticeable by any means -- the two of them happen to have done this dying process starting from the evening to night, so the dim lights in her home do little to highlight her features. This is still her Douxie, lovable guitarist and wizard nerd who cares about everyone. Yet there was something about the hair dye that changed things up a bit. Something good, naturally.

The two of them fall into a comfortable silence, doing whatever is usually available. Sometimes it's texting, scrolling through social media, or listening to music. Other times it's zoning off and reminiscing about the past.

Zoe decides to go for her phone, unconscious of the way her hand finds its way into Douxie's hair, carding through the locks and untangling them with nimble fingers. It's peaceful. Maybe even a little too peaceful, considering the two of them are adrenaline junkies.

"Douxie, I can hear you thinking..." she begins. It's a common way to start the conversation between them, and oftentimes she's right.

He turns around, her hand still in his hair, but enough to meet her eyes. Their own eyes look serious and her heart sinks. Were they not happy with their hair?

The answer is quite the opposite.

"You ever considered dying your hair too? Maybe we can match."

The untangling stops.

And then the tugging starts.

"Ow ow ow-"

"Hisirdoux Casperan you are a menace to society."

She does though. She considers it for weeks. Of course, Douxie doesn't push; it's her hair at the end of the day, she can do whatever she likes. But after seeing how well she did with the wizard, she kinda felt excited. She definitely can't forget the exhilaration she felt when she saw people compliment Douxie at Benoit's or at the GDT book store. Her heart started beating faster when he looked back at her with a proud smile on his face-- damn that wizard, they told the others that she did it for them, didn't they?

After a few days, a young girl in a cap comes up to her at the record store. Probably from Arcadia High, if her backpack stacked with books is any indication.

"Hi! I'm Claire. Claire Nuñez," the girl starts. Zoe raises an eyebrow in interest.

"Hey Claire. What can I get you?" she asks, raising a flask to her lips. There's no water. Damn.

"Um, it's not really a standard request, but um, I was wondering if you could dye my hair?"

Zoe chokes on her water. Dye her what?

"Kid, are you new here? This is a records store. I can give you the direction to the hair salon it's really not that far."

"No, no, no! It's just, this guy got their hair dyed and I asked if he did it himself and they said you did it for them so I came to you. It's nothing too big! Just a strand really," Claire rambles. She gestures to the invisible front of her hair, currently tucked away behind the cap, outlining it with her fingers. The hedge witch groans.

"That would be Douxie. Now, here's the thing I don't do this for just anyone. Douxie happens to be a close friend so what I did was a little gift for him. I don't even know you, so what do I get out of this?"

Claire pales.

"Uh, $20? I know a full head of hair costs way more but like I said, just a strand..."

Zoe's stomach rumbles in response. She had $5 currently in her wallet which could buy a snack at most. She pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Ugh, you're lucky I'm hungry. Catch me after my shift is done okay? And I only got one color on me, which is blue, you good with that? Otherwise bring your own."

"Yes of course, of course! Thank you so much."

"Yeah, yeah, now scram if you're not here to buy anything."

"Oh actually, I was wondering if you had anything Papa Skull released recently!"

Curse this girl and her good taste in music.

[ 45 minutes later; 2:00 PM ]

"Thank you for doing this by the way," Claire starts. Zoe waves it off. She doesn't really know why she agreed to this. Well kind of. She wanted to eat. But besides that, she also was curious to see if she could satisfy another "customer". Hair dying was never a profession she had properly considered and right now? It doesn't hurt to entertain a thought.

"Alright so I have the bleach, you'll need to let that set in and keep that before dying the strand you want. We can even add toner to neutralize the color post bleaching if necessary," she lists off. Claire shakes her head.

"That won't be necessary!"

The girl pulls off her cap and surely enough, there's a light blonde lock, similar to Douxie's, just a little lighter. Zoe's impressed.

"Well that definitely makes my job easier. Especially since this is my second time."

"Wait, second time?"

"You didn't know?"

"No?"

"Of course Douxie leaves that part out. You want out? I'll pay you back the $20 in four days."

"No, I trust you."

Zoe always believed that she had tough and cold demeanor. Clearly she's doing something wrong if people are finding her trustworthy just by looking at one dye job.

"Alright then, here we go! Don't say I didn't warn you," the witch replies. She wraps the cloth around Claire softly, and pulls up the bowl with the dye in it. With a gloved hand she separates the pale strands from the brown ones. The blue will definitely be more prominent here than it would be with Douxie's. Something tells her that Claire wouldn't mind.

From the looks of Claire's surprise, wonder, and delight, she definitely didn't mind.

"It. Looks. So cool! You're really good at this. Maybe you should start a hair dying salon or something," the girl rattles off. Zoe raises a hand.

"I'm already working two part time jobs so... no. But I'm glad you liked it. The blue looks really good. Stands out well."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Claire repeats, putting back her cap on. A feeling of confusion overcomes Zoe.

"Wait, why are you putting your cap back on? Don't you want to show people?"

"Duh, but um, my mom doesn't know about, uh, all this. You know, councilwoman things."

Zoe's mouth drops, the $20 bill crumpled in her hand. So that's why she didn't go to the hair salon. Nuñez is the councilwoman, so she'd know pretty much everyone in the town. And word spreads pretty fast. In summary: Claire would have gotten caught.

"See ya!"

These kids are going to land her in some serious trouble one day.

With a burger and soda in her tray, Zoe takes a seat and pulls out her phone. That Claire girl though, she's sort of inspiring. Adventurous. Not hesitant in taking chances. And you know Zoe, she absolutely loves the thrills of life. Whether it be hunting magical creatures or refining her usually unpredictable magic. The humans tend to have mellow definition of risk taking, in her opinion, but their examples are fun enough in their own way: crossing the speed limit, riding rollercoasters, anything along those lines. The brunette clicks on a familiar contact and begins typing.

ZOE: which color looks good on me

ZOE: don't ask it's for a stupid job thing

DOUX: which job?

ZOE: WHAT PART OF DON'T ASK

ZOE: hex tech, something for employee uniforms

DOUX: i was going to say pink since it brings out your eyes but if it's for uniforms i dunno, light blue?

ZOE: hm interesting

DOUX: you should just work here at the book store it's chill

ZOE: but then i'd have to deal with you

DOUX: now is that really a bad thing?

DOUX: zoe.

Light blue is definitely a no go, Zoe decides. Too much blue dye going around. But pink, hm she could work with that. It's a pretty bold color and it would compliment her eyes as well as her face in general. A win-win for her.

And as for how far she's willing to go? She decides to go all in. No tips, no ombre, just complete bubblegum hair. Of course this takes a few days to gather the guts.

'You can do it Zoe, just go for the bleach,' she thinks to herself. Her hands shake with nervousness and excitement. Frankly, hunting niffins didn't compare to the rush she's feeling right now. She closes her eyes and brings the brush to her hair.

Well, here goes nothing.

She winces as she feels the tingling sensation, but loads of videos have assured that such symptoms were normal. She continues to work at it, using the foil to make sure she doesn't bleach a part of her hair to death. It's long and strenuous, but she knows the results in the few coming weeks would be worth it.

She doesn't have to worry about Douxie finding out thankfully. Turns out these weeks are essential for Merlin's "To-Do" List. Apparently it was to find Camelot?

"The castle he means. Not the actual kingdom. That's been gone for centuries. Anyways, I'll be back once I actually find it. Dunno how I'll do it and it probably will take me and Arch a month or so, haha. Oh! And if my hirers ask you anything, it's a family emergency."

Hm, whatever. A brief thought of Merlin dying his hair neon green amuses her, before she goes back to watching more hair dye videos. They've become a little addicting nowadays. She's amazed at how often people do it. How do they keep their hair so healthy?

It's been four weeks now and Zoe's eyes stare at the pink concoction in her hand. PANTONE 2046 C. This was the shade that stole her heart in the middle of the hair dye aisle. No other color could compare in the slightest. Even the cashier who packaged her order hummed in approval.

"Nice color! Not many go for it, but it'll suit you for sure."

This time her movements are calculated, not clumsy or fear driven like it used to be. One could even say she's getting the hang of this. Her hair over time changes from platinum blonde to a dark matted pink. She lets it sit for a bit, meanwhile focusing on getting the dye out of her hands. This turns out to be harder than she thought and she sighs. Well, maybe another day.

After washing and blow drying her hair, she stands in front of the mirror. The witch staring back at her is almost unrecognizable. As if she were a new person completely. And she liked it.

The blank stare shifts into a grin and she tugs at her own locks. Goddamn. She looks really good.

And well, Douxie's reaction is priceless to say the least.

DOUX: you said to meet up at the museum where are you

DOUX: i swear if you slept in i'll send archie to knock down everything in your apartment

DOUX: ok no i won't but still it's been a month since we last saw each other come on

DOUX: wait a second

DOUX: you're joking

DOUX: IS THAT??? YOU????

DOUX: IN THE PINK

DOUX: oh fuzzbuckets you look stunning

DOUX: Hello this is Archie. You broke Douxie so could you please finish your conversation with whoever it is you're with and come pick him up? Your hair is absolutely lovely by the way.

ZOE: omfg

ZOE: can't take you guys anywhere

The witch smiles at the girls and nods over to a gaping Douxie and his cat before gracefully exiting the conversation. She approaches her friend and pushes his jaw up with her index finger.

"So I'm assuming you're digging the new look hm?" she teases.

"You have no idea," Douxie responds. A pink tint lighter than the shade of her hair blooms across Zoe's face at the expression of adoration in her best friend's eyes. The two of them have been through a lot together, seeing each other grow and change. And this time, it was a really fun and welcome one.

"I might try this again with a different color some time. You wanna join then?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

It's crazy how all of this came from a chaotic, impulsive research project to help a friend. But honestly Zoe wouldn't have it any other way.

Maybe Douxie was right. Of all human creations, this one beats pretty much everything else.

[welovethecloudboytoomuch]

Hero Natsuo Todoroki

Quirk: Ice

The same quirk as his mom and as Shoto’s left side, but he’s more proficient at it. At the cost of pure power. His quirk automatically makes the air temperature around him freezing cold, so he compensates by continually moving around. Unlike Endeavor, who has to have a cool-down between attacks, Natsuo needs to keep moving to keep from freezing up.

He’s also learned to have more control over his quirk than Shoto. Because, like, he’s a medical student and who wants a nurse with cold fingers right? He is much more precise with his quirk and can create structures out of ice like simple geometric shapes and walls, but not as large as Shoto could make them. As a rescue Hero, he uses this to make shelters for the injured and to separate them from the battlefield.

Hero Outfit: Natsuo’s hero costume is mostly a normal jumpsuit built for insulation, with a prominently featured first-aid symbol. Probably white or light blue coloured. Also, possibly, a helmet-type thing that protects around his head but leaves his hair flowing out the top, because none of the heroes in my hero have head protection and that bothers me. He also wears goggles? Sunglasses? Ski mask? To protect his eyes.

He also has specialty boots with non-slip gripping on the bottom. Additionally, the soles of the boots flip down with a tap of the heels and turn into ice skates. With this, he has improved mobility and speed.

In terms of mobility, he moves around like an ice-cross skater, creating his own luge/ skeleton-like pathways that allow him to traverse almost any terrain, granted he has enough momentum to get around. If you don’t know what cross skating is think of like: downhill skilling but on an icy track with jumps and drops where 4 players are released from the gates at the same time and it’s a race. It’s awesome go look it up. 

Additionally, he has many hidden pockets and compartments to store emergency first-aid equipment. He often wraps a wound in super-insulated cloth, then makes a make-shift ice cast so that the wounded can have temporary stability. He’s also an expert in making sleds to transport many people at once, ice spinal boards, and ice packs :D.

Hero name: The ice-speed hero: Sleet

Moves:

Ice Arena: He stamps down his foot and makes it so that the entire area is covered in ice. This often slips up villains as they try to escape or fight on the slippery surface. This move also creates a border around the arena, making it more difficult to escape. Think of it as about the size of a hockey rink, though it can vary in size and height depending on the situation.

Board check: Yep, it’s what you think. After he creates the arena and disorients his opponent, he uses the momentum he gains from constantly moving and body slams them into the side of the “rink”. And Natsuo Todoroki is built like a brick wall, so it works to his advantage. Also, as a medical student, he knows exactly where to hit villains to the greatest effect.

Clear Ice: If a villain is charging at him he can create a wall of near-invisible ice between him and the attacker. It’s very hard to see straight on, but if you’re paying attention to the ground or standing at the side it’s possible to see its outline.

He mostly just uses his speed and momentum to hit villains hard and fast. It makes it hard for him to have long battles of stamina, because he gets tired from constantly having to move around to use his quirk. He likes to avoid large-scale attacks like Shoto’s giant ice wall because they cool his body temperature too low.

Story Stuff:

In a world where all of the Todoroki family are heroes, I imagine that Natsuo is always the first one on the scene. Always rushing through the site of an attack with his ice and relaying the situation to the rest of his family behind him. He’s the one that clears all civilians from an area so Touya and Endeavor can do most of the fighting while Shoto is there to learn. And Fuyumi? Well, I’ll be honest I never really had a great idea of what her quirk might be, but I always thought it should be something that involves yelling at the top of her lungs. Idk just wanna watch her go feral is all.

Side stuff:

The cold his quirk naturally gives off is why he often has to wear warm clothes/ jackets.

Natsuo also likes to help his little brother to gain more control of his quirk and, “You can’t ice skate? For hell’s sake, you have an ice Quirk! We’re fixing this now.” *creates an ice rink with a stamp of his foot.

You’ll notice that a lot of my ideas incorporate many different types of sports. Originally, I wanted that to be his gimmick. Like, Endeavor thinks he’s playing all these sports but really, he has all this equipment for hero use. I also wanted him to carry around a water-soaked wooden baseball bat so he could freeze it and make the hits harder or softer depending on the villain, but that didn’t really make sense.

[everafterdisaster]

idk if you're still taking promts but if you are; puckbrina, near death experience

Hey :) I am! sorry this took so long, it got a wee bit out of hand!

AN: I decided to set this in the book 5 future AU because I’m obsessed with that reality. This takes place when they are around 19. I hope this is kind of what you had in mind! 

Near death experience 

It's the worst day of his life. That phrase runs through his head far too often these days but this day surely takes the cake.

He senses something is wrong before he see's anything. One minute his senses are full with the sights and sounds of the battle, scarlet hand members filling the town square, the next a chill runs down his spine. Smoke impairs his vision as he scans the crowd, catching sight of Sabrina moments too late.

All of the cliches are true; the world really does go silent and he see's her fall in slow motion. The talons of a 20 foot, vibrant red dragon slice through her skin like its made of paper and the world stands still. Hes too slow, his brain can't seem to comprehend whats just happened. He's frozen in place.

It's Daphne's piercing scream the spurs him into action, his body moves before his mind can catch up to it. Daphne leaps in front of her sisters crumpled form, taking over her fight without a moments hesitation. she drives a spear into the monsters front leg, all the while dodging the streams of flame that pour from its mouth.

"Get her out of here!" Daphne yells to him, not taking her eyes off the dragon.

He doesn't need to be told twice. Daphne taunts the dragon with her spear, leading it away from Sabrina. He scoops her up as gently as he can, shes completely limp. Her back is warm and sticky, slick with her own blood. He flaps his wings furiously, holding her firmly against his body, as they leave the battle behind them.

He dodges arrows from the army bellow and weaves through the treetops. The wind whips his face, cold and hard, roaring in his ears. The only thing that matters is that he gets her out of here.

He starts his descent as they reach the mountains, though not visible to the naked eye, their base is there, hidden by protective spells.

Its something between a castle and a fortress. It shares many qualities of a castle but with none of the grandeur.

He flies directly over a tall stone wall, past a water tower and right over the mote, landing in front of a set of heavy oak doors.

The doors have been enchanted to recognize the scarlet hand resistance and automatically swing open with a creak to grant him access.

He adjusts Sabrina in his arms and hurries down a corridor and pushes through the doors of medicine wing with his elbow. His eyes dart around, searching for the medics on duty, they land on Nurse Sprat and Bunny Lancaster.

"Gonna need some help over here!" he calls to the two women.

Nurse Sprat comes hurrying over, Bunny hot on her heels. Puck lays sabrina down gingerly on a white stretcher and rolls her onto her side.

"What happened?" Nurse Sprat asks sharply, already examining the long wound running along Sabrina's back.

"Dragon claw" he says shortly " Can you fix it?".

The two women share a worried glance.

"I think it's best you wait outside" Bunny says, not answering his question.

"Wait just a minute, I'm not going anyw-" he protests but Bunny cuts him off.

"That wasn't a request, boy" .

"I'm not leaving her" he insists, his voice wavers slightly with emotion.

"Don't be stupid, child. There's nothing you can do for her here" Bunny puts a hand out and an invisible force slams into him, pushing him towards the door.

"Now, I suggest you get out of here so I can focus on my patient".

The door slams in his face.

Puck paces the corridor alone for what feels like hours. A combination of panic and frustration continuously rise in him until they explode out of him, resulting in him driving his sword through an innocent wooden chair.

He feels so completely useless, he should be in there with her.

Eventually Daphne appears, looking exhausted and filthy.

"How is my sister?" she demands.

She has the hardened face of somebody who has had grow up before properly getting to experience being young. Although only 16 her eyes look older. Older and sadder. Only people who know her well can still see the optimistic, trusting girl she used to be. That girl doesn't make many appearances anymore.

"I don't know, they won't let me see her".

Daphne visibly deflates, allowing for a rare moment of vulnerability. With her back to the wall she slides down to sit on ground, her face buried in her hands.

Puck considers trying to talk to her but decides against it. Knowing the Grimms means knowing when to back away. He resumes his pacing.

It takes another 2 hours and 37 minutes before they are allowed in to see her, he's counted every one of them. 2 hours and 37 minutes could easily be an eternity as far as he's concerned.

Nurse Sprat pulls Puck and Daphne aside before letting them in. She has a very somber expression on her face.

"We've done all we can for her but I need you to prepare yourselves. The dragons talons contain a very powerful poison, she's got quite a fight ahead of her".

Puck and Daphne exchange an anxious look.

"Is she going to wake up?" Daphne asked.

Nurse Sprat gives them a pitying look.

"There’s a good chance she will".

The fact that she might not seems to linger in the air, unspoken between them.

As they take their seats beside Sabrina's bed, Puck notices tears running silently down Daphne's face.

"Marsh-mellow, your sister is one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. she's not gonna let something like a little dragon poison take her out". It's as much to convince himself as it is to comfort her.

Daphne lets out a watery laugh, she slumps in her chair.

"I hope you're right, Puck".

Sabrina looks terrible. Her skin is pale grey and beaded with sweat. Puck absently takes her hand in his and gives it a squeeze. He wants her to know he's there, wants her to fight her way back to him.

Eventually Daphne succumbs to her exhaustion and falls asleep curled up in her chair but Puck doesn't tear his eyes away from Sabrina. Somewhere in the irrational part of his brain he believes that nothing bad can happen to her while he watches over her. So he watches the shallow rise and fall of her chest until his eyes sting.

He takes in every part of her appearance as though hes trying to commit her to memory. The freckle just bellow her jaw. Her golden hair tucked behind unusually small ears. Her long fingers. Her eyelashes.

Just this morning she was sticking her tongue out at him as she climbed out of his bed. She'd thrown on one of his sweatshirts and sneaked back into her own room. She was so full of life, just this morning, a lifetime ago.

Now she might die with him never having told her he loves her.

He's sure she knows. Well, He thinks she knows. He hopes she knows, but he's never said it. Where he comes from vulnerability is something to take advantage of and showing somebody yours is like telling them where to hurt you and handing them a weapon. He can see now that he's been a coward.

He's never told her that he loves her and now he might never get the chance.

He's reminded by every beat of his own heart.

Beat.

she might die.

Beat.

she might die.

Beat.

She might die.

She isn't exactly his girlfriend. The word girlfriend doesn't feel like enough to describe what she is to him. Its not big enough. She's probably his best friend, his partner in crime, his favorite person to tease. She's the first person he goes to when he has a problem and the first he turns to when he needs help to create problems. She is home and safety and danger all wrapped up in a 5 foot frame.

He trusts her with his life and it's about time he trusted her with his heart too.

He stands up and leans over her, running a hand through her hair. He presses his lips to her ear and whispers so quietly it can barely be heard at all.

"I love you, Sabrina".

He promises himself he'll tell her again if she wakes up. No-, when she wakes up.

Eventually the sound of her shallow breath lulls him into an almost hypnotic trance. He watches her chest.

Rise.

Fall.

Rise.

Fall.

He doesn't know how long he's been staring, probably hours. The first orange rays of sunrise are lighting the room before a rasping cough cuts through the air.

"My eyes are up here, jerkface" Sabrina's voice is weak and hoarse.

Pucks face snaps up to look at hers so quickly he can feel his neck twinge. But he doesn't care, the feeling of relief coursing through his body is dizzying and his eyes start to sting with hot tears. He can't seem to find his voice.

Sabrina's eyes close but she chuckles dryly.

"If I had known all it took to shut you up was nearly dying, I would have picked a fight with a dragon years ago" she jokes weakly.

He discreetly wipes his eyes on his sleeve.

"Yeah, well, don't expect this kind of special treatment every time" its meant to be a joke but his voice doesn't sound right.

Sabrina opens her eyes, looking at him with mild concern.

"That bad, huh?" She asks.

"You came pretty close to croaking" he confirms "Gave the Marsh-mellow quite a scare".

Daphne lets out a rattling snore, as if in response to him.

Sabrina nods almost imperceptibly. Her eyes are beginning to close again.

Its now or never. Before she slips back into sleep.

"Oh, and by the way, Grimm" he starts casually "I love you".

[beigebees]

I wanna ask,, all the things from the Hozier thing but that would be too long SO Foreigners God and Shrike

whelp seeing as self isolation has me mega bored I might as well answer them all !! I can’t find the original ask post though so I found a new one !! thank u for asking these r keeping me busy !!

I’m a thirsty bitch - what do you yearn for?

I yearn to spend my evenings sat on a quiet berlin underground train and wearing brown blazers and reading german glamour magazines

i will use these powers, for evil - if you could have any kind of superpower, what would your first action be?

invisibility and I’d get an mi6 spy job

suffer my carefree bops, planet earth - do you think there are more positive or more negative things in this world? Why?

I think everything in the world has positives and negatives, but more people choose to interpret things negatively, especially here in england where we’re kinda raised to look on the dark side lol

what dreams may come when we twerked off this mortal coil - what trend brings you joy and why?

I love blazers idk they’re kinda becoming trendy aren’t they ?!? also I’m sure if I had a switch then animal crossing would bring me a lot of joy

recognising them as the sovereign heralds they are, my dog rushes to me on hearing the words `nom nom` - what absurd nicknames (would or does) your pet(s) have?

my dogs called badger but I call him dog

phone is being real judgy today - do you like living in this generation? Why (not)? Which generation would you prefer?

not really I feel like this generation is far too technology driven and it feels like a lot of people are trying to grow up too fast - I would’ve liked to have turned 18 in the 80s I think that would be fun

perilous mistake - what is humankind’s greatest sin in you eyes? 

humankind doesn’t commit sins everyone’s an individual everyone has their individual faults there’s not one thing that humankind has collectively done that’s inherently bad or good

hurtling skinless into your dms - with who (dead or alive) would you like to spend an evening? What would you do?

my best friends I’m missing them in isolation :((

jump yourself. into that flipping sea. before summer leaves us - name something you like about each season and why

autumn - berlin season babyyyy also cinnamon

winter - ???? I don’t like her but christmas and my bday are good

spring - easter whoop whoop chocolate season

summer - warm :”””””)))))

World domination is bones - describe your day if you were to obtain world domination for 24 hours

oh lord I’d get rlly overwhelmed then like ,,, change the world national anthem to my favourite song??

toxic has always been (will always be) banger my friend. A banger. - if you could make one song nr 1 of the Charts right now, which one would you choose and why?

about love by marina give my gal some recognition pls

little Ho Peep - what would your drag name be?

elijah wood ;) (the winky face would b part of the name)

your hair would make my hair its bitch - name your most prominent feature and what you like about it

my hair is mega curly so that’s probs most prominent but also my teeth r cool bc they’re wonky

give me a chance to let you down - have you ever been let down by anyone/ anything? How did you overcome it?

course I have I just have dreams about getting in fights w them then I feel better in the morning

I am a panderer. an absolute pedlar of muck - what item in your life could you never sell? Why does it have so much emotional value?

piglet he’s my stuffed animal I got him at disneyland when I was 3 and he’s been my no1 ever since

I didn’t know what a man bun was until people started asking me about my man bun -  do you feel young or old?

so so young I’m 18 but I’m mentally like,,, 12 at a push

Hope some men show their boobies too - describe your go to fashion choice

depends how I’m feeling ,, day to day is brown dress trousers, floral shirt, brown docs ghibli socks ,, going out is a dress, chunky platform heels, big brown scarf, lots o makeup rlly loud eyeshadow

That was her best effort of drowning me - who do you describe as family? And what makes them so special?

my best friends I love them sm

I’d take that love harem. I’d be the bastard child of that strange sexual union - if you were to choose a celebrity as a parent, who would you choose?

hugh grant bc my mum wants to marry him

One of the few things that make life very worth living is loving somebody. Or being loved. coffee, chocolate and sex are also very, very enjoyable - what makes your life very worth living?

breakfast??? I get up in the morning for breakfast

just a for the fuck of it - give a ted talk on a topic of your choice

uhhhh ?? stop being mean to toads ?? they have good morals and they like to exist just as much as frogs do

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 190: Standing Tall

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor died! But it’s okay because then he got better! In the meantime, the High Definition Noumu managed to destroy a whole lot of the city, to the point where it reminded a lot of people of the Kamino attack three months prior. There was a lot of meta about why Endeavor couldn’t quit. Part of it is because the world still needs a Symbol, and he’s what they’ve got right now. But as Hawks and Fuyumi also observed, Endeavor is also just really bad at giving up. As Hawks observed, back during All Might’s heyday, Endeavor was the only one who even attempted to try and surpass him, despite knowing he had no chance. And that’s exactly the kind of bullheaded tenacity that allowed this crazy fire man to force himself back up, use his flames to propel himself, and chase after the Noumu while the world (and his son, who’s watching in the U.A. common room with his classmates and Aizawa) looked on. Then Hawks finally showed up to help out, and lent Endeavor some of his feathers to aid him in his speed and movement. And with that little boost, Endeavor launched one final flaming fist attack. Hopefully it’ll be enough.

Today on BnHA: Endeavor punches the High Flying Noumu with his flame fist and tries to burn it from the inside out. Somehow it still doesn’t work. Everyone watching is like “AHHH” and Shouto is like “DAD D:” and Hawks is like “dude you burned all my feathers, I can’t help you out anymore.” But Endeavor is all “it’s okay we good” and he grabs the Noumu and blasts way up into the sky where he can unleash his full power without having to worry about hurting anyone in the vicinity. And then he unleashes another Prominence Burn attack, but this time with Plus Ultra. Everyone is like “holy shit” and it’s fucking tense as hell, and then a moment later Endeavor comes plummeting down from the sky still on fire and goes splat on some random car. And then he stands up and does the All Might victory pose. Goddamn. So everyone is all “YESSSSS”, and Hawks goes to help him because he’s still barely fucking conscious, and for just a moment it looks like everything’s going to be all right. And then Dabi shows up. And is all “hey there Endeavor. it sure is nice to quote-unquote ‘meet’ you, lol.” Oh fucking snap.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 209 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

lol

for a solid moment there I read this as “the beginning of Horikoshi Kouhei” and I was like oh no my man you did not just pull a goddamn Steven King and insert yourself into your own fucking manga

so here’s the full dramatic first page

poor Hawks, caught in the crossfire

oh for fuck’s sake, now we’re moving on to page 2 and Endeavor’s fist is still rushing toward this fucking Noumu. just die already please

okay it looks like it is indeed dying

this is actually pretty anticlimactic after all of that. but okay

aaaaaand it’s still regenerating. even though Endeavor has his fucking hand inside of its skull and is burning it from the inside out

shit you guys

so they are being burned up, then. not good, not fucking good at all

Endeavor is shouting Hawks’s name!

and now he’s addressing the Noumu

idk what’s going on, he’s just describing the Noumu in his mind I guess. saying shit we already know. “modified human, manufactured one, holder of multiple quirks, obsessed with the pursuit of strength”

like, what is the point of this

oh I see, it’s simply to be as dramatic as possible so as to build up to this moment

Shouto. that’s very sweet. but. he can’t hear you, honey

he doesn’t actually address him as “dad” very often though does he? in fact, I don’t recall him ever directly addressing him by “name” at all. in the handful of face to face conversations that they’ve had with each other, he’s avoided using any sort of title and has been really brusque. and whenever he talks about him, he simply refers to him as “my father” (I forget which word it is he’s using in Japanese, but it’s something fairly casual and borderline disrespectful, I’m sure)

(ETA: so he normally uses the word “oyaji” (which does mean “father” but has more of an “old man” connotation though) when addressing Endeavor, and apparently that’s the word he uses in this scene too. so there was actually no change there. I’d be annoyed at the translation being a bit misleading, but I guess “old man! I’m watching” wouldn’t have quite the same emotional impact, so that’s fair.)

anyway, so yeah, that makes this outburst even more meaningful than it initially appears to be

Hawks says his feathers are all burnt up now so he won’t be able to help any more

but Endeavor says it’s enough

and he’s flying up higher, somehow. not sure if that’s the remainder of Hawks’s wings boosting him or if he’s just using his fire again somehow. that still makes no fucking sense but okay

he’s trying to put some distance between them and the people and buildings below so as to not cause any further damage

okay here we go. one more time

odd that he would hate that motto given how obsessed he is with strength. maybe it just never clicked with him. or maybe he resented it because no amount of “plus ultra” was ever enough for him to catch up with All Might

but at any rate, this is certain some plus ultra shit right here

looooooool Horikoshi you sneaky little shit

SO THIS SHIT IS REALLY ALL BUT CONFIRMED THEN, HUH

damn it just what exactly is the story behind this. I want to know already

so now Endeavor is plummeting from the sky presumably unconscious and still very much on fire

and the guy with the air gun hands says he’ll catch him. and he’s shooting his hands out toward him

and his buddy with the chopped up floating limbs is helping too. gross

eeesh

I winced

and now there are more reaction shots, with Fuyumi’s hands over her mouth, the people from the newscopter looking on in shock, and Shouto still standing there with that same frozen “oh shit” expression as before

can anyone give this poor kid a hug or even a hand on his shoulder or fucking something already. jesus. Aizawa you’re right fucking there. what happened to all of your dad instincts

Hawks is running over now

ahhhhh yes here we go!

I expected there would be a slower, more dramatic build up to this, but he just like bounced back to his feet and fucking did it right away lol

well whatever. he earned it. he earned this

all right, Enji. I’ll admit it, you are making some great strides here. none of this is gonna get me to actually forgive you, mind. but I have done quite a bit of essaying on redemption at this point, and I gotta say, you meet those criteria. you are learning and trying to be better and actually succeeding. it doesn’t undo any of the shitty things you did, but that’s up to those characters whether they’re okay with moving past it or not. in the meantime you seem to be doing what you can to make up for it now, and while it would have been preferable for you to have learned this lesson some 25 years earlier... better late than never

and now everyone is cheering!

goddammit, they really needed this. a victory like this. something to help restore their faith

All Might’s sitting and looks kind of blown away. like his hair is literally blown away. did someone turn the fan on in this room or

ohhhhh my god

oh my heart. whoa there. I wasn’t ready for this

is he praying?? is this a thank you? or is this just relief and he just kind of slumped for a second and just happened to clasp his hands like that for lack of knowing what else to do

either way it’s giving me a lot of feels

although even now they’re all just standing around him hovering like they want to comfort him, but they’re afraid or there’s some invisible force field there or something. JUST PAT HIM ON THE DAMN BACK ALREADY. jesus he was so tense. that was so intense can you please give him some support please and thank you guys

by the way they seriously need to turn up the heat in the dorms it looks like. holdover thought from the previous chapters that I forgot to remark on because I was binging the rest of this arc. but they’re all bundled up quite a lot for being indoors

awwwwww

what is this. I thought I was supposed to come out of this arc shipping Dabi/Hawks?? I have yet to understand that? but Endeavor/Hawks (or more like Hawks/Endeavor) is certainly coming off very strong

(ETA: to be clear I don’t ship this romantically, because Endeavor is old enough to be his dad. which is kind of the point, actually. Endeavor fucked up with all four of his actual kids, but now with Hawks he has miraculously been granted the chance to make a new start with someone who’s disconnected from all of that. basically this is the first bond Endeavor has ever formed that isn’t fucking toxic, and I think it’s important for him on his path to making amends in whatever ways he can. this is a chance for him to actually try and be a good father to someone, and better late than never. 

because Hawks is also someone who has relatively few close connections with people, because he keeps all his true feelings bottled up for self-preservation reasons, and keeps people at a distance by being casual and aloof with everyone (though in a friendly way). and yet for whatever reason, he’s gone and adopted Endeavor. maybe it’s just that he sees Endeavor as the best hope the world’s got right now, and so mentoring him to be less of an ass gets him closer to his goal of one day not having to do this job anymore. or maybe something about Endeavor’s asshole nature makes Hawks feel more at ease being open with him, because he doesn’t need to worry about making Endeavor worry, because Endeavor will just keep on not giving a shit no matter what, so that’s nice. except that Endeavor does perhaps give the tiniest of shits, shockingly. and I think that’s something that came as a surprise to them both and caught them both off guard.

anyways. so somehow this relationship between a hot pile of garbage and a character who was only introduced six chapters ago became one of my favorites in the series in a staggeringly short amount of time. sometimes life is strange like that.)

LMAO

I USED THE OTHER ARM. SO IT’S NOT THE SAME. SHUT UP

(ETA: also would you fucking look at this fucking fanboy knowing which arm it’s actually supposed to be and still bothering to be all “HMPH!” about it. how does it feel to be a 45-year-old chuuni, Endeavor)

damn he is harsh on himself

jesus christ Horikoshi. I keep thinking this, but it really is like a textbook study of how to redeem a character. he ticked off every single box. give them everything they wanted only for them to realize it wasn’t what they wanted at all. make them remorseful for their past actions. make them strive forward with new purpose. make them suffer but refuse to give in. give them an eyepatch. (ETA: dammit.) give them new relationships that aren’t tied to all of the horrible shit they did in their past, so we can see them interact with someone without that for once and get a glimpse of who they could have been and maybe just maybe still could be with a lot of hard work

like, I know when I’m being manipulated, but damned if it isn’t a masterful fucking job

anyways. Hawks says that he still did a good job and this will definitely be huge

and he says that first off “we have to do something about your injuries” and lol, duhhhhh though

SJSLDFKLSKHGK

YOU HOLD UP!!!! DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE

I FEEL LIKE I SUMMONED HIM LMAO

okay Dabi. meet Hawks? unless you already know him? I don’t know, actually and I’m very curious as to what’s going on here

because it now occurs to me that my earlier suspicion of Hawks still could be right on the money and it’s possible that he was even working with Dabi. because idk but people ship this something fierce so there must be some connection, either past or future. and that attack was no fucking coincidence, and it certainly was no coincidence either that it ended up doing exactly what Hawks wanted it to do

but anyways. I’m getting ahead of myself now and I’m sure we’ll find out more about this shortly!

and look at Dabi greeting his old man like he’s never met him before, too. you think you’re so fucking smooth, huh

(ETA: so the “I guess” part here is actually very significant. I’ll just let Viz’s translator Caleb Cook explain:

basically, your two options are (1) Dabi is a fire-user whose true identity is still being deliberately withheld and whose physical appearance (hairstyle, eye color, approximate age) just happens to match up near-perfectly with the missing Todoroki sibling who was coincidentally mentioned in this same arc for the very first time, and who has apparently met Endeavor before, but in spite of this he somehow is not Todoroki Touya; or (2) Dabi is Todoroki Touya.

I don’t know about you guys, but I know where I stand with this one lol.)

shit. what an ending. what a fucking arc this is turning out to be

[acrobaticcatfeline]

Logan Alastair and the Slytherin Curse (the Hogwarts AU)!!!

Word Count: 3391

TW: Oof, ok so, bullying, violence, blood mention, bruises, um, its implied that Patton can see through invisibility spells and has more understanding of things than he should which might be a squick(is that the right term?), IDK Patton just knows... a lot more than he should. I think that’s it? let me know if there’s anything else!

Notes: Here it is!!! God I swear the headcannon had like thirty notes up until a few days ago and then it exploded!!! It’s at 206 notes now heck I’m glad this is something yaller excited for! I hope you enjoy reading this as much is I enjoyed writing it!!! This is the first half of the “intros”, once I’m finished introducing at least Virgil, we will be up into the 3rd year and we’ll have some shenanigans of the boys just being boys!

Pairings: nothing... yet. some slight slight hints at logince at the end? eventual logince and moxiety and maybe more, IDK yet if I’m adding more characters.

Summary: “you are a disgrace to this house. The sorting hat has made its first ever mistake it seems, good to know.” Logan Alastair didn’t choose to be a wizard, are you kidding me? He wants to be back at home with his dogs and parents and dealing with normal bullies, not ones that could kill you with the wave of a hand! This is all way too much at once, but maybe things will get better with a few friends...

“you are a disgrace to this house. The sorting hat has made its first ever mistake it seems, good to know.”

The snarling replies from every person at his house table caused the boy to cast an invisibility charm and run to his common room. He felt the gazes still, likely from the house ghost, as he hid on the other side of the stone wall. He was lucky to have overheard a Slytherin mention the password, otherwise he would have probably flung himself into the lake. He flicked his wand and his belongings appeared on his bed. He sat on the floor, casting an illusion spell that lasted much longer, pulled out his spell book, and picked up his new owl, affectionately named merlin. He held the bird close as he read through his book, practicing different spells he saw as simple enough that any pure blood would know. He had always been a bright kid with a passion and speed for learning. On the train here he had hidden in an empty carriage and been practicing different spells that could be used for defense and very simple attack spells.

He had no disillusionment that this new school would be free of bullies, and after getting sorted he already wanted to leave and sleep in his own bed and hug his dog. He should have pulled a “harry potter” and asked the sorting hat to keep him out of Slytherin, but he had hidden and saw no need until he had already gotten sorted.

Now, Logan Alastair sat hidden in a veil of illusions so he could read his books in silence. He traded focus from his spell book over to his history book. He enchanted it quickly to search for passages about Slytherin. The first bit of information he got was about Salazar, telling stories of his hatred of muggles and ‘mud bloods’ as they called them. After a quick search he realized just why his housemates shouted this at him. He brushed it off soon after, looking at the dark tinting of his skin and grimacing, didn’t seem far off from what people at home said about him. It seemed much less hurtful than what some muggles had called him before. Regardless, he continued through the book, smiling fondly at the fact that merlin, the famous wizard merlin, was a Slytherin true of heart. He read about Severus Snape, and while he seemed like less of a genuinely good person and more like a selfish jerk that just so happened to not be the absolute worst, it was nice to see instances of not evil cruel Slytherin’s. He then traded focus yet again to a recent history of Hogwarts, and the battle of Hogwarts told by survivors. He did the same spell, getting far more positives than before. It told of less well known Slytherin’s that did good in the end. Regulus Black, Andromeda Tonks, Draco Malfoy, Astoria Malfoy, so many that had shady roots that redeemed themselves in more ways than one during the battle and onwards. He read a small bit on Isolt Sayre who had a short blip saying they were a direct descendant of Slytherin but had fled to the new world after escaping her murderous relative.

This of course led him down a rabbit hole, searching for the name in any other book, and after a few minutes he found that she had been the one to institute the school of Ilvermorny and had broken the pure bloodline by marrying a muggle. Well he had a new role model geez… he made it to the magical beast’s textbook and smiled as he recognized the authors name as a famous Hufflepuff who was known for defeating Grindelwald, a terrifying purest the likes of Voldemort but you know, he had a nose and skin pigment. He had always read exceptionally fast, it was the thing that occupied his time in his youth, as he couldn’t make friends very easily. He thought it had been hours when the rest of the Slytherin students made it up, however he had only been there for approximately half an hour. He quickly stashed his things and sat on his bed, drawing an illusion of him sleeping as a curtain on his bed. He looked through and saw people actively find a bed as far from his as possible, and he had no problem with that. He sat watching closely as everyone set their bags down and luckily for everyone, everyone ended up 2 beds away from him at least. Logan felt his stomach grumble and cast disillusionment on himself and dashed out of the common room quickly. He made it up to the kitchen area soon, knowing that he would be able to get past the house elves easily. He went to grab food only to get swatted by… something. He turned over and saw a boy who looked his age with big round glasses nearly falling off his face. The boy has curly red hair and his eyes are ocean blue behind the red frames he wore. He wore a yellow and black jumper over a pair of black sweatpants with the Hufflepuff mascot across its leg. Another look at their face and he saw freckles scattered everywhere and he was surprised he hadn’t noticed them sooner. However, he seemed to have taken a while to respond as the boy crossed his arms and pouted at him.

“uhm… you can… see me?”

The boy rolled his eyes somewhat playfully and gave a grin at him. He changed his posture to a more relaxed one, putting his thumbs in his pockets as he answered.

“well of course I can silly! You’re just slightly glittery! Why, am I not supposed to see you?”

“well, no? no you’re not, this is a chameleon spell I'm supposed to be blended in with the environment no one should be able to see me!” he got grumpy and shed the charm, glaring at the annoyingly taller student.

“oh well geez I dunno! Oh, hey you’re not glittery anymore!!!”

“did I do the spell wrong? Does this spell only make me less corporeal? Oh gosh I need another cloaking spell oh god my housemates will see me, and they’ll kill me what was I thinking? Maybe, maybe there's another train out? I can just go home to my dog and I wont have to do this magic stuff it’s not worth it I didn’t want this I wanted to grow up like a normal kid and see my parents everyday and go to school with normal bullies, not ones with literal death machines the size of a pen why did I come this is stupid I bet this isn’t even real maybe if I just go to sleep Ill be back at home-”

“hey kiddo, calm down! I uh, I don’t know how to help you out, uhhh, here, let’s get you some food and get you sitting down somewhere so you can breathe. Come on kiddo lets get you some food.”

After stacking a plate sky high with food, the boy hands Logan the plate and pulls out his wand, tapping on some barrels then causing one of them to fly open. The boy looks towards Logan again waving his wand at the plate and chants ‘ebublio’ to which the plate gets surrounded in a bubble. He grabs it from him and beckons Logan as he hops into the barrel. Logan, who now has his food on the line follows, somewhat hesitantly. They reach the end of the passage and the boy turns yet again and waves his wand this time at Logan, chanting the word ‘colovaria’ and when Logan looked back at his robes, he was shocked to see he wore Hufflepuff colors.

“sorry, it’s a precaution. No one from another house has ever come inside the Hufflepuff common room and if word got out that some year one kid let one in, I would be done for. Anyways, sit on down kiddo, anywhere you feel like it, though, the couches are super-duper comfy.”

Logan honestly had no idea what to do with the last few minutes, so he did as instructed, and giggled softly as the boy dramatically popped the bubble. He grabbed a piece of bread off the top and takes a bite, eyes widening in awe at the good taste. After getting over the initial shock he looks at the boy curiously.

“what's your name?”

The boy giggled heavily and smiled a big toothy grin. Logan felt slightly bad about the fact that he automatically noticed the slight gap in his teeth. He fiddled with his bright red frames and bowed dramatically.

“where are my manners!!! Hello Logan, I am Patton Scamander!!! The one and only!!! Pfft I sound silly, don’t I? anyways yup yup I'm the 4th generation of Scamander hufflefluffs!!!”

Logan stared at him blankly for a good few seconds before his eyes finally widened in realization.

“wait, you’re related to Newt Scamander? Isn’t he the one who”

“yup! He wrote fantastic beasts! And apprehended Grindelwald!!! Oh, and my mom is Luna Lovegood! She’s a hoot and a holler let me tell you, she thinks I'm quirky!!!”

Logan was in disbelief. This kid was the son of famous Ravenclaw wizard Luna Lovegood. And the great grandson of newt Scamander the magizooligist. Granted he literally only learned all of this information today, but he had a general idea that Grindelwald was a magical Hitler and thus made anyone involved in his capture war heroes and at least back home he was told to respect war heroes for defending their freedoms and yada yada, Logan was rambling.

“wait, that means your mom knew Albus Dumbledore!!! I uh, I only found out about him today, I only found out a lot of stuff today, but wasn’t he like”

Logan wasn’t able to form words for what he had been trying to convey and started vaguely gesturing and Patton just nodded and agreed. After finishing his food, he got up and poked at the entrance, trying to figure out how to leave.

“aw, leaving so soon Lolo? We were just beginning to become friends!!!”

“uh, well its late and we do have class tomorrow and I should probably sleep…”

“well can’t you sleep over? We have plenty of time to get our books between breakfast and our first class! Speaking of which, what's your first class?”

“uhm, well I guess I can? I dunno… um, when did we get our schedules?”

“oh, we don’t get them until tomorrow technically, but I have a pretty general idea of what I have, I guess. Was just wondering if you did too!”

“oh, no I uh, I don’t even know what classes there are. I didn’t know magic existed until today.”

“oh!!! Oh… oh you poor muggle born got sorted into Slytherin I'm so sorry!”

“speaking of which, what is the differences between each of the houses?”

“oh geez, uh how do I explain this… ok so my house is Hufflepuff! Hufflepuffs are in general, hard workers, who are dedicated patient and loyal! We are known for being just and true and our motto is ‘do what is nice’! We’re also great finders! Ravenclaws are smarty pants!!! Wisdom, intelligence, creativity, cleverness and knowledge, that’s them basically, they value brains over brawn! Their motto is ‘do what is wise’. Gryffindors are brave, adventurous, loyal, courageous, daring and chivalrous, they’re the storybook heroes! Their motto is ‘do what is right’. And Slytherin’s… well they have good qualities! Not all of them are bad! Obviously, because you’re really nice!!! Ok so they’re generally cunning, resourceful, ambitious, intelligent, and determined and they’re natural born leaders! They love being in charge, but they’re often arrogant and prideful, their motto is ‘do what is necessary’. The reason they get a bad rep is because many dark wizards are alumni from that house. It’s also a stereotype that all Slytherin’s are pure bloods. Its not far from the truth but anyone can be a Slytherin. I mean even harry potter fit into the house! The only reason he was a Gryffindor was because he begged the hat for anything else because Draco Malfoy made a bad impression on him. Slytherins are not bad, I feel a need to emphasize this. I feel bad for you because the current members of the house are less than savory. They aren’t evil, but they’re certainly not very nice. And it sucks that your first experience with wizards is them calling you names and hiding under the covers until the sun goes away.”

“heh that was very specific…”

“you’re a rather easy read Logan, you’re very interesting nonetheless!”

“um. Ok? Thanks, I think?”

“you’re positively welcome!!!”

Months pass, and Logan has picked up the habit of spending nights with Patton in the Hufflepuff commons. At this point in the year, late April, he’s already gone home for visits twice, and he’s contentedly walking back to the Hufflepuff commons after a walk through the library.

Of course, him being who he is, he notices a fight in the corridor. All he can see at his vantage point is green and red, a punch to the face and the greens laughing. Of course, the Slytherin’s were torturing innocent students again. He ran towards them and yelled, waving his wand and shouting ‘stupefy’ leading the two Slytherin boys to fall over. He swished his wand at the Gryffindor in front of him, saying ‘wingardium leviosa’ before booking it to Hufflepuff quarters.

He’s surprised to make it all the way there without getting caught, though the pictures on the walls can talk and… he might’ve passed Severus Snape and he did not want to be in the open when headmaster McGonagall heard about it. She’s a Gryffindor after all, she might get the wrong idea.

No no, he would say, no I wasn’t the one to knock him out I swear, it was two of my housemates who I don’t know because I'm terrified of them and that’s why I took the Gryffindor kid to my friend who knows healing magic and no its not a Hufflepuff, sorry I don’t know there house of course not because I didn’t go into the Hufflepuff commons, no ones been in the Hufflepuff commons, of course it was a um Ravenclaw yeah it was a Ravenclaw cuz they’re smart and would know healing magic, I mean they do know healing magic, of course I wouldn’t make a bet on maybe heheh yeah so in conclusion I'm sorry please don’t expel me miss McGonagall I did nothing wrong!

Yeah that wouldn’t work in the slightest. Hopefully he was fast enough that Snape didn’t see his face. Or maybe he wouldn’t tell because he was biased toward Slytherin’s. Let’s hope. Either way at the moment Logan had to enter the code for the Hufflepuff dorms as quick as possible because he did not want this Gryffindor to wake up and panic. He wordlessly changed the color of both their robes before jumping in the barrel.

“Patton? Patton there might have been an incident?”

“Comin Logi-bear!!! Ooh geez what happened!!! Logi you know fighting’s bad, how’d you end up in this situation?!?!?! Oh, give him here, oh I know him the poor thing looks half dead!!! Come on kiddo we’ll fix you right up!”

Patton grabbed the floating boy and carried him to the couch. He ran back and forth, grabbing bandages, ointments, elixirs, ice, anything and everything to make the boy less in pain. He set a bag of ice on his face, the spot Logan saw him get punched, put ointment on a cut on his lips and one on his eyebrow, and poured a little bit of the elixir in the boys’ mouth. He then rolled up his sleeves and checked out his arms, finding quite a few breaks of skin and bruises, indicating possible fractures. Patton looked over at Logan before looking back towards the arm he was bandaging.

“so, what happened lo? He’s a wreck, I doubt you could’ve done this if you wanted to!”

“why do you always assume the worst in me?”

“I don’t! I usually assume the best in you, but I prepare for the worst. Worst case scenario isn’t you getting grumpy this time! You’re not this strong, and you usually realize your mistakes sooner, you wouldn’t have caused this much damage before your conscious weighed back in. Really lo, it’s obvious.”

“I'm going to ignore your oddly astute conclusion in favor of defending myself. A couple of other Slytherin’s were ganging up on him and I was on my way back from the library when I bumped into them. I unfortunately have a moral compass-”

“that’s me!!!”

“-and I stupefied the lot of them, and grabbed this one who was knocked out, likely due to the impact on his cranium, the only actual hit I saw thrown. I imagine the two were cruel enough to continue attacking him even if he was unconscious on the ground. So, I brought him to you. If its of any importance, he’s from Gryffindor.”

“oh yeah, no I know who he is Logan, he’s a friend of mine, Roman Weasley. With the Weasley name I wouldn’t doubt any of it. The same people in your house that hate you hate him for the same reasons. Weasleys are blood traitors, willingly involving themselves with muggles, muggle borns, half-bloods, the whole nine yards. Cedrella black was disowned for marrying a Weasley, to put it in perspective. Their family is part of the sacred 28, the list of all currently completely pure-blooded families. For the most part all the families are Slytherin predominant but there's still the Weasley’s and Longbottom’s, as well as some others I can’t list off the top of my head, that defy that rule. Of course, the Slytherin’s make the biggest deal out of it, but anyways. Its good you brought him he is worse for wear the poor thing.”

Patton waved his wand over the boy, Roman’s, face. Soon after, his eyes slowly opened, and soon after that he was flailing upward in panic, falling off the couch in attempt to escape a perceived threat. Once he fully recognized the situation, he let out a deep sigh and laid on the floor.

“Patton you really mustn’t do this to me I have enough nightmares of people in my face without waking up to it! Where am I even, I don’t recognize this part of Hogwarts.”

“sorry bout that Ro! Was just worried about you! You’re in the Hufflepuff common room!”

“huh. You know when you said it was next to the kitchen, I expected it to smell more like food.”

“I expected it to smell like weed but apparently wizards get high in other ways…”

Roman turned to look at Logan with an odd stare.

“what weed? Gillyweed? Snakeweed? Also, why? I mean I know the best herbology students are usually Hufflepuff but-”

“no not- ugh how do I say this, its, it’s a hum-mor-muggle thing. Its actual name is something different, but it’s a… it’s a bad thing that people can eat and smoke, but it makes them really hungry afterwards. It doesn’t matter.”

“that sounds weird. You’re weird, who are you? How do you know Patton?”

“I know everybody!!!”

“precisely that. I have become friends with Patton. It’s also why you’re here instead of having my housemates still attacking you like big jerks.”

Roman stares blankly at Logan and Logan questions why the boy’s cheeks redden.

“oh. Uh, thanks then. Uh, I should probably be going I have class, but um, what's your name?”

“Logan. It was a pleasure meeting you Roman”

“uh yeah, you too-”

“hold on Ro drink this! It’s a painkiller, it’ll help make sure the bruises and cuts don’t hurt.”

“oh, thanks popstar! Quite nice of you!”

He drank the elixir and gave Logan an odd look before absconding to class. Logan didn’t understand this, and he also didn’t understand the warm feeling in his own cheeks, or the smug look Patton had on his face. He didn’t quite understand what was going on, but he knew enough to know that he didn’t want to know more. At least, not right now…

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[lord-kristoff-of-arendelle]

I have been tagged in one of these things by @anybodylessgayso, so I guess we’re doing this.

Nickname(s): Jake. Snake. Snakes. Bo-bo by my parents (idk about that one). Exactly three people are allowed to call me Jakey, my siblings and Bonnie.

Gender: Dude, or El Duderino if you’re not into the whole brevity thing.

Height: 5′11″, 6′0″ if I’m in boots. Gotta squeeze out as much height difference as I can above her.

Time: 10:06pm CST

Where I’m from: Dallas, Texas. I’d specify the suburb but it doesn’t matter.

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor, according to Pottermore. I went through the typical pattern of “I wanna be a Gryffindor!” before later on deciding I was a Ravenclaw. So I guess when Nathaniel says in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend that “I think when people say they’re Ravenclaw, they really think they’re Gryffindor but they don’t want to sound too braggy” ... yeah I guess he nailed me. King.

Favorite show: Man, if you put a gun to my head I might say Better Call Saul. But, I mean, there’s also Breaking Bad, and Game of Thrones, and Parks and Rec, and Crazy Ex Girlfriend, and True Detective (season 1), and The X-Files, so ... yeah. Much to think about.

Favorite animal: Birds, probably. Doesn’t matter what kind. Honestly I just love animals in general, we’d be here all night if I ran down the list.

Favorite band/artist: Rush. That was easy. There are many bands and artists out there I love, but there is only one Holy Trinity.

Song stuck in my head: At the moment it’s basically a different song from Crazy Ex Girlfriend every day. Have you figured out yet that we just finished the series?

Last movie I saw: Endgame, I think. The blockbuster release schedule has just been flying by and there’s too many damn movies for me to see when I gotta spend $30 on each one.

Last thing I Googled: netflix because i was trying to find that nathaniel quote and i don’t have the site bookmarked

Other blogs: None. I’ve got two url’s related to the Cowboys stashed away in case I ever want to set up some kind of sports blog thing. That’ll probably never happen.

Do I get asks: I mean, I’ve only been back on this site for

Why this URL: I attended Texas A&M, the state land grant school that got its start as the agricultural and mechanical college (Texas AMC, before 1963). So despite it being a giant university now and my degree have absolutely nothing to do with agriculture, I am, in fact, Jake from the state farm school.

Number of blankets: I don’t have to answer that. I want my lawyer.

Followers: 26. We’re creeping up there.

Following: 101. You’re all Vault inhabitants.

Average amount of sleep: It’s usually 6-7. Lately I’ve been trying to make to have lights out by midnight to stretch that into 7-8, but it’s been ... mixed results. I’m a night owl, always have been.

Lucky number: [makes “I don’t know” sound]

What am I wearing: Underwear and undershirt and my robe.

Dream job: Tbqh probably working in a museum, buuuuuuut I also like having money for my hobbies too much to make that work, lmao. I’m currently working as a paralegal and who knows, if the right fit comes about I might just be a lawyer too.

Dream trips: Probably a nice grand tour of central Europe. Maybe start up in Scandinavia and work our way down to Italy. Maybe even a jaunt to Greece. Oh, also, I have to visit Cedar Point in Ohio and Magic Mountain in California before I die.

Favorite food: You know the Brazilian steakhouses where the gauchos walk around with meat on the giant skewers and carve it at the table? Yeah, that.

Instruments I play: I had a stint at learning guitar but that’s pretty much it. I can make this mechanical keyboard sing, though.

Eye color: Blue-green, basically, with a bit of hazel.

Hair color: Dirty blonde. It was lighter when I was a kid but it’s gotten a bit darker over time. My beard is red af, though, I get that from my mother.

Aesthetic: Mountains, forests, snow. Texas Hill Country. Porches with bugs and frogs making noise all around and Midnight Rambler playing faintly in the distance. The desert at night. Art Deco architecture.

Languages I speak: English, and despite three years of Spanish and two years of German (high school and college respectively) I’ve barely retained enough of either to haltingly work my way through a conversation.

Most iconic song: Invisible airways crackle with life/bright antenna bristle with energy (”The Spirit of Radio”, Rush). Also State of Grace by Taylor Swift but that’s because of Bonnie.

When I created this account: Basically after the Frozen 2 teaser came out I went back and nuked my old tumblr account (as it was filled with stuff I wasn’t happy with and belonged to a much different time in life) and started over here.

Best memory: Vacations Bonnie and I have taken on our own to Denver and Galveston (saw Frozen the Musical on its opening night in Denver), and Austin before we moved here. My last high school football game when I was on the field at Cowboys Stadium. The Mavs winning the 2011 NBA Finals. A&M beating LSU 74-72 in seven overtimes. Yeah there’s a lot of sports there.

Best pun: My comedic genius answers to no one but its own whims tyvm

Random fact: I have a friend who once had a threesome while watching Rent. We still, to this day, have not figured out how it was this friend of all people that managed to stumble into this. And yes, stumble is the perfect word for it.

I tag:

Shit man, if you’re one of the 26 and this strikes your fancy, go for it.

[hybridequalist]

If you dont want to do this or if its not clear im sorry, but could you please do an eddy brock x sister reader where she broke into the lab and got her own symbiote (thats female? Granted idk how gender works for symbiotes just know most people refer to venom as male) and while eddy is freaking out shes totally calm + like "haha lol so this is happening now thats fun" and calls hers darling, sweetheart, love, etc. And is a major pacifist so they made a deal of no killing at day one, just fluff?

So I know this isn’t really what you asked for…but my brain just ran away with this. It’s looking to be 3 parts as it stands right now, so let me know if you’re interested in the rest or if you want me to try again.

My first request…*SQUEE*

    “When you asked me to help you with a ‘work thing’, I didn’t think we’d be breaking and entering.”

“It’s just to gather evidence. We’ll be in and out.”

    You rolled your eyes.

    “Edward Charles Allan Brock, that is a load of bull and you know it.”

    “It is not!” Eddie hissed at you, glancing worriedly at Doctor Skirth in the driver’s seat. “I just wanna expose Drake and that’s all.”

    “Like how you ‘just wanted’ to do a piece on Wilson Fisk’s paper trail back in New York?”

    “That was different!’

“As if!”

“We’ll be pulling up in a few minutes,” Doctor Skirth interrupted, glancing back at you and Eddie with undisguised anxiety. “Try ducking out of sight when we pass through the checkpoint, okay?”

You shot Eddie a look before jerking your head towards the trunk and unbuckling your seatbelt to roll under the backseat, willing yourself to become invisible.

This was not your first rodeo handling your brother and his many misadventures: you had grown up playing attorney for him whenever he got in trouble and honestly should have been paid for the number of close scrapes you’d gotten him out of. He’d promised when he moved in with you after the New York thing that he’d behave and for a while you’d believed him–especially after Anne hit the scene. But you should have known better: Eddie’s overwhelming sense of justice was his fatal flaw and was always bound to get him in trouble–and hurt those he loved in the process.

By some miracle, you all made it past the security checkpoint and into the main building without being spotted. You even got some nice backstory about alien creatures and a comet as the doctor lead you both from the parking lot and through the main building. But as the doctor was badging you and Eddie into the lab, someone called her name and you felt a spike of panic in your gut.

“Don’t touch anything!” were Doctor Skirth’s last words to the pair of you as you hurried into the laboratory.You hated that the second she said it, you immediately knew that your brother would be touching all the wrong things.

The lab was lit eerily blue, making it hard to see much aside from shadows of various unrecognizable scientific instruments. Eddie immediately took out his phone and began snapping pictures, leaving you to watch his back. You hardly breathed as you both walked past a wall of glass cages, some containing human figures. One of them caught your eye and you paused, looking at what seemed to be a mass of white, slimy tentacles. Somehow, you couldn’t take your eyes off it. It looked dead, but something about it–perhaps its alien shape or apparent lack of a real body–made you unable to cease staring. You felt at any moment it might twitch or give some sign of life…

A sudden thud jolted you from your trance and you whirled around to see that Eddie was as the far end of the hall, looking in horror as something clawed at the glass. He immediately reached towards the access panel on the door and you felt your heart drop into your shoes.

The alarms were immediate and the shift from the dark blue lights to vibrant reds left you covering your eyes instinctively. You faintly heard glass break and squinted just in time to see your brother tackled to the ground by a screeching figure with long, tangled hair.

“Eddie!” you screamed, sprinting towards him.

“Maria! Maria, stop!” you heard him crying out. You were only a few paces away when something large and black shot out from the attacker’s back, whipping around and launching you away. You felt your back slam against something initially solid that shattered out from behind you, the air driven from your body as you hit the floor. Something writhed underneath you and you lurched just enough to roll onto your side, finding yourself staring at the white-tentacled thing again. Except this time it was definitely moving.

You couldn’t scream–you were still trying to restart your lungs after crashing through the glass door. All you could do was watch as the slimy thing lashed out its tentacles, coiling around your wrist. The panic gave you enough adrenaline to push up onto your hands and knees, crawling away without a care as to how much glass laid around you. Most of the tendrils slipped off you as you flailed, but a few broke off the creature and coiled tighter, clinging desperately.

You heard footsteps through the screaming alarm and froze, whipping around to see shadowy figures rush into the lab.

HIDE!

You instinctively curled into a ball, hands clasping together behind your head. There was some shouting and then just as quickly as you’d heard them come in, you heard them leave, shouting something about “the asset” getting away.

GO QUIETLY!

You jumped to your feet and ran back out the way you’d come in, moving at top speed. Through the parking lot and straight out to the road, you didn’t let up on your wild sprint until you dropped to your knees, out of breath on the sidewalk.

WE NEED TO KEEP RUNNING!

In a minute. When I’m not going to vomit.

Remembering all your PE lessons from High School, you put your hands behind your head and shakily got to your feet, trying to focus on inhaling through your nose. When your heartbeat settled and the taste of bile retreated you heaved a heavy sigh. And then panic seized you.

“Eddie,” you breathed. “Oh no. Oh please…don’t be dead…”

EDDIE WILL BE FINE. HE HAS HELP.

You whirled around, looking for whoever had spoken, but aside from distant headlights there were no signs of anyone.

PLEASE DON’T PANIC. YOUR HEART RATE JUST SPIKED DANGEROUSLY HIGH.

Same voice. Slight echo. Feminine. And it definitely wasn’t coming from somewhere around you.

“…who are you?” you whispered. “Are you inside my head?”

IN A SENSE. AS FOR MY IDENTITY…I AM UNSURE. I’M…NEW.

“Then what are you?”

ALIEN. BROUGHT HERE BY THE HUMANS. I…I WAS NEAR DEATH. HOST-LESS. STARVING. THEN YOU CAME. OLD SELF TRIED TO GRAB HOLD. I AM THE PIECE THAT MANAGED TO STAY, MANAGED TO BOND. BECAME…ME.

You frowned. There was an alien inside you. Or some part of one. So far, though, you weren’t getting any bad vibes off this…being. All it had done so far was get you out of the Life Foundation’s labs and nothing in its voice and mannerisms. Wait, was it an “it”?

I PREFER THE FEMALE PRONOUNS, IF YOU DON’T MIND.

Okay. She.

She could hear your thoughts?!

WE’RE BONDED AT A CELLULAR LEVEL–OF COURSE I CAN HEAR WHAT YOU THINK. WE EXIST SYMBIOTICALLY, SO WE NEED TO BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE AT ANY TIME.

Huh. Convenient.

MOST OF THE TIME.

Wait, so if you’re “new”, then how do you know all this?

ANCESTRAL MEMORY. INSTINCT. IT WOULD BE HIGHLY INCONVENIENT FOR MY KIND TO NEED TO TEACH ALL OFFSPRING HOW TO BOND, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HOW ALL SPAWN ARE JUST PIECES OF THEIR PARENT THAT BECAME INDEPENDENT. NURTURING ISN’T IN OUR NATURE.

That’s really sad, actually.

ONLY TO THOSE WHO HAD SUCH AN UPBRINGING. I AM RELIEVED THAT MY KIND DO NOT EXPERIENCE THE PERIOD OF HELPLESSNESS THAT YOURS MUST ENDURE–THIS “CHILDHOOD”–BUT I CAN UNDERSTAND YOUR SYMPATHY. YOU DID NOT HAVE MUCH OF ONE EITHER, AS FAR AS I CAN SEE.

Not after my mother died. My father no longer really cared…Eddie got the worst of it, though. I think our father blames him for mom dying…

That last thought jolted you out of the mental conversation. Eddie. Where was he? Did he make it out? Frantically, you scrambled for your phone and pressed the speed-dial for your brother. Every ring made your tension mount higher until finally you heard him pick up.

“Yeah?”

“Eddie! Where are you?! Are you okay?!”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just feelin’ a little funny is all.”

He was slurring a little. Had he hit his head?

“I got home a bit ago. Called Doctor Skirth, but she didn’t answer. Been kinda woozy too. Maybe I’m gettin’ sick, I dunno.”

HIS SYMBIOTE HAS NOT REVEALED ITSELF YET, your alien commented. IT MUST BE SEEKING NOURISHMENT, TRYING TO HEAL FROM THE HARM THE LIFE FOUNDATION INFLICTED.

“But where…where are you at?” Eddie asked, still sounding almost drunk. “You’re not home, but you gotta be safe if you’re calling.”

You were about to answer when you heard the phone clatter onto some surface.

“Eddie?” you ask. No response. You tried again, but still no response. You could hear some rustling and what you recognized as the freezer being opened.

AS I THOUGHT. LOOKING FOR FOOD SO IT CAN HEAL ITSELF. HANG UP–YOUR BROTHER WILL BE UNAVAILABLE FOR QUITE SOME TIME.

Reluctantly, you followed the symbiote’s advice. Glancing out at the horizon, you noticed that the sky was getting lighter. Morning was probably only an hour away and you were beginning to feel the exhaustion of staying up as well as running all the way here.

It was time to go home.

You thanked your Uber driver as you stepped out from her car, suppressing a yawn as you climbed the steps to your apartment complex. Your symbiote had been fairly quiet throughout the drive, occasionally asking a question about the people and shops outside the window and you had tiredly tried to satisfy her curiosity. Now as you came to your door, you braced yourself for some kind of destruction on the other side. Your symbiote’s genetic memories had been full of violent scenes of her kind on the hunt and you didn’t know what to expect.

It turned out to be not nearly as bad as you’d feared: the fridge and freezer both stood open and a bag’s worth of half-defrosted tater tots were scattered near the kitchen island. There was no sign of your brother until you peered into the bathroom.

You weren’t sure what to make of his situation: he was passed out in the bathtub, toothpaste foam smeared on his bottom lip and the fallen shower curtain draped over his shoulders.

I’D SAY THIS IS A FAIRLY OKAY WAY FOR THINGS TO HAVE TURNED OUT, your symbiote commented with a mental chuckle. NO PILE OF BODIES OR PILE OF HEADS.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly, trying not to imagine the gruesome scene as you stepped forward, reaching out your hand to shake your fool of a little brother awake.

It happened so fast you almost missed it: a black tentacle shot out from Eddie’s body, aimed straight for your head. Just as swiftly, you felt control of your body wrenched away from you, jerking your arm forward to catch the goopy tendril before it could connect.

“MINE.”

Well, it was definitely a symbiote’s voice, but this one was masculine-sounding and carried a far more predatory snarl. Yours sounded more…well, not necessarily human, but certainly more articulate.

YOURS, your symbiote agreed. NEST-MATE OF MINE. NO THREAT.

Her words seemed to calm the black alien down because the tentacle retreated and Eddie slumped further down in the tub, letting out a sleepy grunt.

WE MUST LEAVE THEM FOR NOW, your symbiote warned. YOUR BROTHER’S SYMBIOTE IS RECOVERING, BUT STILL WEAK ENOUGH TO BE IN HIS PRIMAL STATE. WE WON’T BE ABLE TO COMMUNICATE WITH THEM PROPERLY UNTIL HE FEEDS AGAIN. YOU ALSO NEED TO REST–I CAN PROVIDE YOU WITH STRENGTH BUT NOT ENERGY AND YOU ARE DANGEROUSLY LOW ON THAT FOR SUPPORTING US BOTH.

You couldn’t disagree. While the shock of the black symbiote lashing out had jolted you into alertness for a short time, you were already feeling the exhaustion returning.

Promise you’ll wake me if you hear Eddie get up, you thought, meandering towards the bedroom.

IF YOU’RE RESTED ENOUGH…I PROMISE.

[tsunderekpop]

Partition - Seokmin

Pairing: Lee Seokmin x Reader

Summary: Seokmin smut based on Partition by Beyonce

Genre: Smut, smut, and wow this is very naughty smut.

Warnings: public sex? (they do it in the limo), blowjob, cunnlingus, riding, Kitten

Word Count: 5,905

Wassup, idk how I got convinced to write on this blog, but here you guys go a little bittle of sex.   ~Admin A

Being friends with the members of seventeen granted you many opportunities to get out of the house. There were many awards shows and parties you got to be a part of. Though you never got to sit next to the boys at ceremonies and the parties you attended weren’t nearly as fun as hanging around and watching movies, the fact that the boys appreciated and wanted your support was something you lived for. You were always sure to try your best and show up at the events they invited you too but, unfortunately, you couldn’t attend everything seeing as how you needed to work and support yourself which took up a lot more time than you wanted.

You had missed the last couple of occasions so you promised them to show up to the next. It was starting to eat you alive that you couldn’t be there for them the way that you wanted too. You decided you were going to go all out on this one and really put some energy into your appearance and your participation.

“We want you there, but if it gets in the way of your own plans then we understand Y/N.” Joshua told you.

“Thank you, but I really want to be there for you guys! You’ve been doing so amazing and all I’m doing is congratulating you from a screen. What kind of a best friend am I?” You responded with a sigh.

“Here’s how, you’re not my best friend.” Seungkwan said. Mingyu pushed him away as he walked up to you and gave you a large bear hug.

“You’re one of the best friends we’ve ever had. Don’t think like that, we understand!” He said as he nuzzled into your neck. You gave him a soft pat on his head then unraveled him from your body.

“This time, I’m really going to go all out for you. I took off work and I’m going to get a really nice dress and maybe put on a little bit of makeup for once in my life or something, okay?” You preached to the few boys surrounding you.

Most of the seventeen boys had been busy in the studio, leaving one by one as thy were finally done with recording for the night and hoping Jihoon or Seungcheol wouldn’t call them back in. Soonyoung was in the studio working on his own freestyles and helping others perfect their dances. You were left with Joshua, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Chan, and Wonwoo.

“You don’t need those things, just you being there is good enough for us.” Chan told you.

“This is gross, I’m leaving.” Seungkwan muttered as he walked into the kitchen. You rolled your eyes and ignored him like you usually did.

“So, I’m going to need someone to go shopping with me or something please? I don’t know where to even start and I need someone to help me that knows a little bit about fashion sense. Would you be free to help-”?

“I’d have to check my schedule but I can manage perhaps for you.” Seungkwan said as he returned from the kitchen with a bit of pep in his step.

“I was going to ask Mingyu.” You deadpanned. Seungkwan displayed the most offended face he could muster up before proclaiming that he would be going anyways.

“I can make sure I’m free sometime this week Y/N!” Mingyu smiled at you, he was always happy to help you and make sure you got everything you needed. He was dependable and depended on you all the same.

“Thanks, you guys!” You exclaimed giving everyone a hug. Well forcing one in Seungkwan’s case. You then proceeded to sit next to Wonwoo and get an update about the quality of the latest book he was reading.

~

“I’m not wearing something like that.” You said to Seungkwan who was holding up a fluffy hot pink dress with sparkles like a fairy.

“Why-y not? Pfft. It’s such a go-ood color on you! Pfft.” Seungkwan tried to mutter while holding in laughs.

“This is why you weren’t invited in the first place.” You groan while grabbing the dress that was in Mingyu’s hands. “I’m going to a dressing room. We have been here for an hour and a half. If this dress isn’t good, then we are going to the food court and going home. I’ll just wear something I already own.”

“Or this fairy dress!” Seungkwan shouts out at you. You groan as you make your way to ask for a dressing room. Once inside, you removed your clothing and put on the black dress that was picked. As you placed it on, you felt sexy yet scandalous. The dress hugged your waist perfectly and was a midi high low length. The front stopped mid-thigh and the back just barely reached behind your knees. The top was long sleeve and scooped all the way down to almost your belly button, still very little skin was shown. It was a dress that was classy, but screamed sex.  You stayed in the dressing room for a while trying to decide if it was something you’d even be confident enough to wear out in public. Sure, it looked good on you, but it wasn’t something you’d usually be seen in.

“Come out, we want to see!” Mingyu’s voice rang through happily. You looked at yourself one last time, brushing off the invisible dust on the front of the dress, before you stepped out. You stared at the two and awaited their comments.

“Wow…” Mingyu said, making you anxious. Is that a good ‘wow’ or a bad ‘wow’? You wondered. You started to get flustered and laughed awkwardly.

“Wow is right Mingyu, can’t believe you’d pick a dress like this, it’s been a wild time, good fun!” You panic as you try to return to the dressing room.

“No, no, no! Wait!” Mingyu said pulling you back in front of them. You felt antsy as you were once again placed in front of the two boys with their eyes stuck on you.

“Well then say something, don’t just stare at me. It makes me feel really weird.” You blurt out after a moment.

“Y/N, this dress looks so good on you. There’s no way we are leaving without it.” Mingyu said.

“What?” You questioned. You knew it fit you right but you didn’t know if it was the dress you should have decided on for this occasion. “Are you guys sure?”

“I’m going to be frank with you.” Seungkwan began. You knew it was coming, a blow of all blows to hurt your pride and your confidence. You decided to just let him say it and get this over with. “The last time I saw someone look this good was when I looked in the mirror earlier this morning. We are getting this dress.”

You were pushed back into the dressing room and told to change back into your casual clothes. You gave yourself another look in the mirror and really looked at yourself. You decided that if anything, you told yourself you would go all out this time and this was as good a dress as any to do that. You changed and held the dress while coming out of the changing room.

“You Know Who will probably burst when he sees her in that dress.” Mingyu said to Seungkwan.

“Who is ‘You Know Who’?” You ask coming up from behind the two, focused on the dress you had in your arms.

“Seokmin.” Seungkwan deadpanned at you. Mingyu slapped his shoulder and Seungkwan’s face grew enraged as he held his arm like he got shot. “What was that for?”

“You’re not supposed to tell her!” Mingyu yelled in a hushed tone. You just looked at them back and forth, hearing what they were saying but still trying to process it.

“This was your fault first, if anyone asks I’m telling them that you ruined it first, too!” Seungkwan spat, still holding his arm.

“Wait, why would Seokmin care what I wear?” You question.

“God you’re so stupid, I love you.” Seungkwan said while laughing. “Seokmin likes you is why. He’s gonna see you in that dress and flip a tit, possibly yours.”

The half interested smile you had slowly faded into nothing. You’ve liked Seokmin since the first time you guys hung out together. You were attracted to him the moment you met, but after his personality had been shown to you, there was no way you could deny your feelings. Though, you tried to deny them anyways. The idea of him liking you back was something unfathomable. Something that just didn’t exist and so you pushed those feelings and thoughts to the back of your head so you didn’t screw with the rhythm that was the seventeen boys’ daily lives.

Seokmin always made you laugh and feel comfortable. He was one of your best friends as well as your only interest. There was something about the way he made you feel safe and reassured with just one look, that had you trapped by him.

“Look what you did, now she’s frozen.” Mingyu said to Seungkwan. You heard a loud huff from Seungkwan and felt the dress removed from your hands. By the time your thoughts faded into reality and you came back down to earth, you were being pushed to leave by Seungkwan who was holding a bag from the store you were just at, in his hands.

~

The night that you had prepared for, finally arrived. It turned out you were invited to some sort of club where the boys were promoted at, at some point. You had committed to what you said, about putting in a lot of effort into your looks. After getting out of the shower and shaving any spot that had more hair than was welcomed, you looked in the mirror and studied yourself. After the lengthy and unnecessary stare, you started by putting some moisturizer in your hair to keep your hair healthy on your night out. You strayed away from frying it tonight as you left it natural, leaving one thing on you that night remain in your comfortability range.

Changing things up a bit, you decided to apply a bit of makeup. You rummaged around your bathroom to find the few items you did use occasionally when you decided to do makeup. You grabbed an eyebrow pencil and began to trace the shape you already had. After you were done with that, taking more time than you had wanted, trying to make sure each was even, you pulled out the mascara that was lying on the counter. You gave your lashes quick swipes with the dark wand in your hand, then returned it to its bottom half.

You brushed your teeth, wiped your mouth and pulled out the red lipstick that made your lips pop to a different level. You pulled out your secret weapon, the only thing that really mattered to you tonight, highlight. You placed the shimmery powder along your cheeks and stared in the mirror ass you glowed. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling stunning as you sat with a glowing face and a tight towel wrapped around your body.

You decided you should probably put on some clothes, your time running out after unknowingly taking too much time on your makeup. You had already spent 35 minutes doing makeup, and only had a good 15 minutes more before your ride was supposed to arrive.

You slid on the dress that Seungkwan had bought for you (which you had to hear about all week might you add), closing the front and doing a small spin to look at every inch of yourself that you could. You quickly slathered your legs with lotion, trying to get rid of the ashiness that had corrupted your knees. You then strapped on your black heels and stood up, testing your movements in the shoes. You quickly gave yourself swipes under the arms of deodorant and sprayed yourself with the first perfume you could see.

You studied yourself in the mirror, paying attention to every movement you made and the way you looked while doing so.

“This is exhausting.” You muttered to yourself as you left the bathroom, realizing it took you a whole 45 minutes to get all dressed up. You made your way to the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch.

Several minutes later, you heard a knocking on your door. You stood up, adjusted your dress and grabbed the purse that was sitting on the table. You opened up the door hoping to see the friendly face of Mingyu, or Joshua. Perhaps it would be Seungcheol, Jeonghan, or Soonyoung. Those little rascals Hansol, Seungkwan, and Chan wouldn’t be too bad either. Come to think of it, you’d love it if Junhui or Minghao danced their way into the evening. You could also start it off swaggy you giggled to yourself, optimistically pleading for Wonwoo or Jihoon.

“Hi Y/N, you re-” He said.

This was not what you were hoping.

This was worst case scenario.

Seokmin stared at you through the door frame and you could barely move a muscle without feeling like your body was melting into the floor.

“Wow, you look incredible.” Seokmin said, eyes on your body rather than your face. You felt insecure as he eyed you, and somehow at the same time felt a newfound confidence. Seungkwan and Mingyu said that Seokmin liked you, just as you liked him. There was no reason to be unconfident, especially when you felt this good and he was looking at you the way that he was.

“My eyes are up here.” You blurted out to Seokmin, who slowly brought his eyes up to look at you.

“Sorry.” Seokmin said with a smile that said otherwise. Seokmin was dressed simply in a black collared long sleeve and black skinny jeans.

“Are the others waiting?” You ask as you turn around to close your apartment door and lock it. You turned around again to catch Seokmin quickly removing his eyes from your backside and bringing them to look at you.

“Jeonghan was loading everyone into the car a little while ago, but there wasn’t enough room so Seungkwan suggested someone take another to pick you up and they voted me.” He said.

“Just you? You guys couldn’t split half and half or anything reasonable?” You question. Anything that has to do with Seungkwan meant trouble for you.

“Nope.” Seokmin said, popping the ‘P’. Suddenly, his hand moved to your lower back, making you flinch for a moment before resting back into his touch, ignoring the shivers that pulsed through your body.

“Shall we, gorgeous?” He said leading you down the stairs towards the street. You nodded your head and walked with him in silence. His hand never left your lower back and when you got to the steps, his hand lowered a millimeter every couple steps, his hand almost completely on your ass.

As you headed outside, you couldn’t take the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. Seokmin didn’t ever touch you or treat you like this previous to today. You wanted there to be nothing unspoken between the two of you after tonight, if he really did feel for you the same way you did for him, then there wasn’t a reason to pretend there was nothing going on between the two of you.

“Seokmin.” You said, turning around, causing his hand to be removed from your body. He stood still and looked at you, raising his eyebrow in question.

“What’s going on right now?” You ask straight forwardly. Instead of answers like you were hoping for, instead Seokmin gave a light chuckle and smiled at you.

“Going to a club, late I believe.” He said avoiding the real reason as to why you had stopped him. You rolled your eyes, holding back from hitting him in the face.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” You grumble. “This, you, you’re touchy and flattery and I wanna know why!” You of course, thought you knew why, but wanted him to be the one to say it out loud.

“From what I’ve heard, this,” He grabbed your waist, pulling you closer into him. “Touching, is something we mutually want.”

“Where did you hear this?” You questioned him. There was only one snitch that you could think of in that group and it was the same one that made everything difficult for you.

“Jun, he said he was bored watching nothing happen or something like that, I wasn’t really paying attention to anything he said after the fact, honestly.” This betrayal was not what you expected by any means, truthfully.

As you stood there in disbelief, you heard Seokmin call out to the driver and tell him you were both ready. Seokmin once again lead you by placing his hand halfway on your ass, the other on your back, towards the limo that was parked out front.

You slid into the backseat but before the door was closed, you turned back towards Seokmin who was holding the door for you.

“I don’t believe you.” You said to him, even though it was more so to yourself, not at all believing that this could happen to you, of all people.

“I’ll make you.” Seokmin smiled as he made his way in behind you and the door shut behind him.

~

The limo that was for you and Seokmin’s use, was beautiful. There were leather seats and champagne bottles. The limo was huge and spacious, so you were very curious as to why Seokmin felt the need to be seated so close to you.

“I heard the other guys talking about how you were going to go all out for this occasion, but I really was not expecting this.” Seokmin said as he placed a hand on your thigh. You looked at him and saw the pure lust that was in his eyes. “You’re always so beautiful but today, you look especially sexy.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say or do, so you went with your gut reaction and gave a soft laugh. The laugh didn’t seem to break Seokmin’s spirits though as he leaned over to your ear slowly, whispering softly.

“Your ass looks so good in that dress, but I’d rather see what it looks like without anything covering it.” Your eyes widened at his confession and you felt his hand slowly move upwards, grabbing roughly at your upper thigh. You chose to challenge him, assuming he wouldn’t really try anything.

“Do it, you won’t.” You said.

“I won’t?” He questioned with a smirk, that you felt on your shoulder. His mouth was pressed against your collarbone, but he wasn’t exactly kissing you, more like testing you.

“Bet.” You stated with a quiver in your tone. Suddenly Seokmin moved off you and stared you straight in the eyes.

“What will I win?” He asked you. You sit there trying to come up with a good response.

“Me.” You said simply.

“That’s all I was hoping for right now.” He said and immediately moved back to you. Before anything made sense, you felt his lips aggressively moving on your mouth and his hand back to its place on your thigh, but this time, slipping under your dress and trailing the lace that you were wearing underneath it.

You kept from toppling over by grabbing a hold of Seokmin’s neck, refusing to loosen up for any reason. This is something you had only ever imagined before and god, was it so much better in real life.

His mouth was rough on yours as he opened and began nibbling on your lower lip. In desperation for more, you opened your mouth more, causing him to leave your lower lip and find something else for him to bite and suck on. You’re tongues moved together in a messy way, but somehow working. Your hands loosened around his neck and lowered them as they tightened around his collar. After a few minutes, he removed his mouth from yours, trailing kisses down your neck, biting on the flesh every so often. You’re eyes slowly opened for a moment and you remembered where you were.

You quickly pulled yourself away from Seokmin and hurried to move towards the window where the Driver could see through and look over at you.

“Excuse me but, would you be able to roll up the partition please?” You asked peeking through at the man who was behind the wheel.

“Yes ma’am.” The driver replied.

“And could drive around for a half an hour before you make your way to the club?”

“Of course. It’s not my limo, I just get paid to drive it.” The driver said looking in his mirror with a skeptical look before pressing a button to give you the privacy you forgot you didn’t have earlier. As you turned back around, Seokmin was still seated on the other end where you had left him. He was sat with his legs apart and his arms spread open, resting on the seats that surrounded him. He looked at you with a serious face and messy hair, popping open a button on his shirt. You noticed there was red lipstick messily on his mouth and you suddenly cursed yourself for putting it on in the first place.

You looked to your left and saw paper towels by a collection of snacks and wine. You quickly grabbed one wiped on your lips to take off all that you could and hurried as you made your way back to Seokmin. You began wiping at his face trying to get the red off him, feeling embarrassed that it was even there in the first place. He looked up at you as you rubbed the towel on his face and you could see his Adam’s apple bob ass he licked his lips, slightly swiping your knuckle.

“I’m sorry, I got caught up in the moment and forgot how much this stuff will smear.” You muttered. Without dignifying you with a response, Seokmin reached his hands around your waist, pulled you into him and placed you on his lap, a leg on either side.

You gasped at his movements and quickly grabbed a hold of his hair when it didn’t stop there. Seokmin kept his hands tight on your hips and began to rock you back and forth, rubbing on top of his member. You could feel his half hard cock rubbing against your panties, causing you to let out a soft moan.

“I’ve got something more important that needs dealt with Kitten.” Seokmin speaks lowly, drawing you in with every syllable.

“O-okay.” You stutter as your body moves, following the new pace Seokmin started with his own hips. He attached his lips to your neck as you grinded on him and Seokmin grew angry at the fact that there was material in his way as he pulled the dress off you. He sat you on his lap as he helped you remove your shoes, kissing each thigh that he was holding and unstrapping the heels from your feet with the other hand. He tossed the dress to the side and reattached his lips to your body, thankful for the now open chest he could devour. It was decided, on your part, that the plan to wear no bra with this dress was the correct way to go. His hands roamed, one to the front of you, fondling your chest, and the other grabbing and rubbing your backside.

“Get on your knees baby girl.” Seokmin said in a breathy tone. You follow his command, but not before giving him an easy, lingering kiss. As you knelt, eager on your knees, Seokmin stood up, shoving his pants and underwear down, revealing his lengthy cock in front of your face. He sat back down whilst rubbing himself in front of you. You waited until you were told you could have a taste and watched as Seokmin looked you in the eyes while continuing to rub himself.

“Open up that pretty little mouth for me Kitten, I wanna make you purr.” You obeyed and widened your mouth as much as you could, allowing Seokmin to put his hand on the back of your neck to pull you closer. His cock was pushed to your mouth and you began sucking his tip, causing Seokmin to hiss at the feeling of the wetness from your mouth contacting his hard on.

“Your mouth is so warm and wet, Kitten. I wonder if that describes any other part of you right now?” He questioned. You moaned in agreement as you began to push him deeper inside of your mouth. You hallowed your cheeks as you bobbed on top of him, reaching one of your hands from underneath to play with his balls that hung by your chin. “Where else feels that way? Can you touch it for me?”

You nodded your head but it could have come off as you just bobbing your head around Seokmin’s dick. Your hand slowly dipped down to your underwear and you slid your hand underneath. You began rubbing your clit, making you moan around Seokmin. Seokmin whined out from the vibrations you created and he grabbed a fistful of your hair, trying to contain himself.

“Fuck, you like touching yourself as my cock is shoved down your throat, do you?” You moaned again as you slowly continued to bob on Seokmin’s member. The pace was obviously too slow once Seokmin held your head and took the lead himself. He began moving you on his cock, hearing you choke and gasp as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“God, you’re such a good girl, taking me all the way.” Seokmin moaned out in desperation. He finally pulled you off him completely and you were left to sit and catch your breath. Your lips felt swollen after the stretch from your mouth and you could feel the spit still overwhelm your mouth.

“Up.” Seokmin said once your breathing was back to normal. You stood up and Seokmin pulled you closer by hooking finger into your underwear and leaving you with no choice but to move. He began to slowly take off your underwear, only to get angry at the awkward way the lace rolled off you and bundled up. Instead of just continuing to roll them down, Seokmin pulled on the fabric, ripping the lace off you.

“Seokmin!” You hiss but he waves you away with a hand.

“God, your body is so beautiful, every dip and curve.” Seokmin said reaching so he could kiss your hips and waist, lowering to your thighs and leaving a bite on your outer right leg.

“You tore apart my underwear.” You deadpanned. Seokmin reached down into his sock, pulling out a silver packet. He smiled at you as he showed it off, unwrapping the condom from its packaging and sliding it onto his hardened member.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.” He muttered as he grabbed a hold of your hands. Seokmin kicked off his shoes, removed his pants and underwear completely and unbuttoned his shirt all the way. He tossed his items in the same direction that he tossed your dress and then returned his gaze back onto you. “Now come take a ride.”

You nodded you head as you put your hands on Seokmin’s shoulders. You squatted over top of him as he held up his shaft. You slowly lowered yourself on him taking in the wrapped cock, the lubrication from not only the condom but your own wetness, making the slide easy. Seokmin moaned the whole way you lowered yourself onto him.

As you were finally, completely lowered on top of him, your hands grabbing at whatever they could reach, you let out a loud gasp. You waited for a moment and Seokmin proceeded to kiss every inch of your body, whispering to you compliments and naughty images of what he would do to you another time. When you felt you were adjusted enough, you began moving back and forth on Seokmin, his dick filling you, making your movements feel heavy.

You started to move around in circles, enjoying the way it felt as though Seokmin was touching every bit of you. As you were moving, you felt a sudden spot hit you harder than the others and you leaned your body into Seokmin, holding on tight as you moved around to continue to hit that spot.

“Seokmin!” You cry out as you find the spot again, your hardened nipples rubbing up and down against Seokmin. You moan into his neck as he bounces up and down, straining to commit to fucking you completely. After a moment of you riding his dick, Seokmin rotated your bodies, making you lie down on your back as he hovered over top of you.

“I can’t hold back, I’m really gonna fuck you now Y/N.” He said in a serious tone. You whined at his promise and closed your eyes.  Seokmin immediately began thrusting his hips into you. The slap of his pelvis hitting your ass was heard, as well as the wet sounds of his dick exiting three-fourths of the way, only to enter completely again, sounding slick and as dirty as you felt.

“Seokmin, I’m going to come!” You whine to him, which causes him to only move faster. You feel the pit in your stomach begin to build up as he continuously thrusted. Suddenly, your vision began to dim as you only saw black, your body thrusting upwards into him.

“Fuck, Kitten.” Seokmin groaned ass you came around him. You tried to get your breathing back to normal as Seokmin didn’t slow down his movements into you. You could already tell that you’d be feeling sore from the moment you’d get to the club until perhaps the next morning. “Open your eyes.”

You opened your eyes to see Seokmin looking at you from above, his arms on either side of you. Your eyes weren’t the only thing open as your mouth was agape, panting and whining from Seokmin’s touch. Seokmin moved from his hands, to his elbows, putting all his weight to one side, so he could lift a hand and caress your cheek as he fucks his way into you.

“Your pussy is intoxicating.” Seokmin groaned into your lips as he lowered himself. You sighed into the kiss he had begun and allowed yourself to be taken deeper as he had you in the perfect angle to devour your mouth. He slowly pulled away as you wished to stay like that forever.

“Turn around Kitten, hands and knees, I wanna see that ass without anything covering it, remember?” You twist around and get on your hands and knees for Seokmin. He grabs at your ass rubbing and massaging handfuls at a time. He grabs each cheek sticking out to him and pulls them opposite each other so that he can see your You feel shy not knowing what he’s going to do next while you can’t quite face him and gasp as he licks a swipe up your parted twat.

“Seokmin!” You purred. He began to lap you in upwards motions, making you mewl, when he stuck his tongue completely into your whole. He began tongue fucking you and your hands reached out for what they could, only lying flat on the glass window from the car. You could see the window fogging up behind your hand and you wondered how steamy you and Seokmin were creating the vehicle.

Seokmin sucked roughly on your clit causing your knees to shake. Before you toppled over completely, Seokmin removed his mouth from your clit and sucked roughly on the fat of your ass that was sticking out to him.

“I’m going in again.” Seokmin said removing his mouth from you and lining himself up with your entrance. He roughly made his way inside of you, not waiting for you to be on board with his movements. His hands gripped your ass as he watched it jiggle with every thrust.

You couldn’t handle being perched up in the air any more than what you were, which was saying a lot being you were already bent over for Seokmin. You were feeling dizzy and you gave up using your hands to support you, keeping your face down and ass up, sticking it out more to Seokmin’s pleasure. One of his hands reached for your hair as he grabbed a hold of you, making your neck tilt backwards.

His hands began to grip tighter on you, no doubt leaving marks, and you could feel the pace he was moving at earlier, begin to lose syncopation.  Seokmin’s breaths began to get heavy and his voice even more constant than before. You knew that he was close and it was getting you riled up and awaiting the next orgasm.

Seokmin’s rhythm slowed down almost completely as you tightened around him, sending him dissolving into pleasure while muttering your name. As you felt the condom fill up inside of you, you couldn’t help but let out another whine as you joined him, sinking into release.

Seokmin slowly removed himself from inside of you, helping you sit back up straight. He removed the condom from around him and tied it up tight, standing up to throw it inside of the garbage tin that was placed in the limo. Seokmin returned next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned into his neck.

“I believe you now.” You muttered to him, referring to when you couldn’t fathom the idea of Seokmin wanting you the same way you wanted him.

“I told you I’d prove it.” Seokmin laughed, kissing you on your forehead. He pulled away and you looked him in the eyes with a smile. He smiled at you as he moved his lips lower and gave you a soft kiss on the mouth.

“We should probably get dressed and get over to that club, Seungcheol is going to have my ass for being so late.” Seokmin sighed. You nodded as you gave him a peck on the lips and tried to clean yourself up a bit to look presentable. You patted your hair back down trying to make it look less frizzy than what it was now. Seokmin began dressing himself as you tried to wipe off the leftover juices from your body. Seokmin stood up, crouching towards you with your dress. You thanked him as you began to pull your dress back on and strap back on your heels.

“I can’t believe you ripped my underwear off.” You groaned as you threw away the shredded fabric that was on the floor. You made your way back to Seokmin who was once again sitting down, after telling the driver that he could head to the actual destination now.

“It was bothersome.” Seokmin grunted. “Why wouldn’t it just slide off nicely?”

“Who cares why, now everyone is going to pick up on my smell, they’ll know we had sex. It’s a stronger smell without underwear on you know.”

“Mmm is it?” Seokmin said kissing your neck and collarbone. “Maybe after this club you’ll let me go nose deep and see if it still smells like sex.”

“Seokmin.” You said sternly.

“Kitten.” Seokmin laughs

[drferox]

20 Questions with Dr Ferox #20

Sometimes it blows my mind how many questions and comments you all have and want to share. This makes 400 we’ve got to in this format. Once again I’ve tried to tag people, but if you sent a question on Anon you’ll have to look yourself to see if you were answered.

@crazy-aquarium-lady said: Do you have any experience with farm or large animals in general? Goats for instance?

I spent the first few years of my veterinary career working in mixed practice, which included large animals and goats. I really did enjoy goats, though they often weren't kept as seriously as other livestock, but I'd have to admit I'm somewhat out of practice with large animals.

Anonymous said: omg all of your animal names are incredible. i once met two cocker spaniels called Beans and Trousers and that was pretty amazing

Bean and Trousers are great names too

@sketchingblanks said: Hi there Dr. Fox! Thank you for your wonderful blog and all that you do. My dwarf hamster recently passed away at the age of 3 and I'm a wildlife rehabilitator who has dealt with animal death many times before, but it's never quite the same when it's one of your own. However it did make me wonder what is the smallest animal you have ever worked with? Was it more fun or challenging? Question tax: How do you take your tea? I usually have something herbal (like peppermint/spearmint) with honey.

The smallest patient I've personally dealt with was a mouse. But the finch with the broken leg was pretty close. Believe it or not I don’t actually drink tea.

Anonymous said: Question: have you ever treated an arthropod (specifically tarantulas, because they can rupture their abdomen pretty easily) or know someone who specializes in that? Because I'm quite interested in knowing if vets provide care to arthropods, or if its better for the owner to perform medical care to their tarantula at home (ICU's, helping a bad molt, treating hemolymph leaks, etc).

I haven't personally treated an arthropod, though I learned a bit about them during work experience at the Melbourne Aquarium, most of their medicine seemed to be 'just don't make them sick'. There are vets that will treat them though, the Bird & Exotic Animal Clinic is my go-to for exotics (you should check out their facebook page).

Anonymous said: You dont have to reply to this if you dont want to, i just wanted to say i have rats and i love them so much and i will do anything they need at the vets. Because idk i thought maybe you might need encouragement that there are people who prioritize exotic animals health. I hear a lot of stories of people that wont get vet care for their rats but not a lot about people who do. Thought it might give you a little bright light amongst all the dark. Have a great day youre amazing.

People like you are definitely out there. Thank you for your comment.

Anonymous said: just needed to blow off a bit of steam because this still annoys me, but my father told me that taking a hamster to the vet to make sure she's healthy before taking her to college with me as a support pet was "a waste of money." granted, he hasn't taken the family cat to the vet in about seven years, so he generally seems to think that veterinary care is a waste of money. i love my hammy and i just want to make sure she's healthy, but since she isn't a cat or dog, she's "not worth it"

Anon, sounds like your father would think any dollar spent at a vet clinic is a waste of money, regardless of what sort of animal it was. There's not much you can do to change people's minds about this, so just do what you need to do.

Anonymous said: It's amazing how many people don't understand how economics works. They seem to expect vets to do everything for free or for cheap, but if they did that, how could they afford to eat? And besides that, you guys DESERVE to be paid for your time and effort. I wish more people thought about it like that instead of just looking at their bill and thinking that their pet's life isn't worth that much. Thank you for everything you do.

Veterinary medicine is one of the fields where people seem to think it's criminal for a practice to make a profit. Most other professions are not vilified for making a wage, but we're expected to like our jobs enough to work for free. Partly this is our own fault because we start to believe it after a while but we do frequently undercharge, do desexing surgery at cost, and treat strays and wildlife for free. The difficulty is most of this charity is invisible

Anonymous said: I want to say thank you as well because I thought I wanted to become a vet for the longest time, but reading this blog among others has actually taught me that it probably wouldn't be right for me. Now I'm more interested in something like a research professor. The amount of respect I have for you is boundless. I love seeing your work and following you and I think it's a good thing that I stumbled across this blog. This way I won't be stuck in a career that I wouldn't like.

Being stuck doing something you don't really like isn't a fun place to be. I'm glad you've found some more options and hope everything works out great for you.

Anonymous said: My favourite part of your blog has always been your vet stories, so I've been curious -- What kind of case/problem gives you the most satisfaction to solve?

Anything where I actually find a treatable diagnosis. Animals that get better 'mysteriously' are great and all, but I want to know why. And getting the answer is only bitter sweet if the answer is catastrophic or terminal. EPI, Addison’s and reconstructive cases are my favourite, because you can do so much good for them.

@daedricprincessxoxo said: Cute story for happiness: So a nurse-for-people brought in her dog for a sick visit. Unlike most human med people I've met, she was so respectful of those of us in veterinary medicine, and absolutely fascinated by how similar it all was to human medicine. Not only was she a dream client, her dog had freckles on its nose, which the vet adored too. What was funny is when she referred to the dog's spay as a hysterectomy instead.

It's great when you get a good one instead of a know-it-all. Technically a dog spay is an ovariohysterectomy though, we take those pesky ovaries out too.

Anonymous said: Im a vet assistant at a local shelter, and while helping a family look at dogs they remarked to me, "yeah our daughter is allergic to dog FUR but not dog HAIR. Do you know which dogs have just hair?" Needless to say, i was a little speechless and just recommended a poodle. Theres no real difference....right?

It's only semantics but some people like to use it to feel special. Hair and fur are chemically the same, if you're really allergic to one you're allergic to both, but hair is finer and typically longer so either doesn't shed or sheds much more rarely. It's weirdly common for poodle owner to be proud that their dogs have hair instead of fur. As long as they end up loving the dog, it doesn't really matter.

Anonymous said: Here's one: I work at a pet store. A man came in asking for a remote electric shock collar for a 3 lb Yorkie. Told him we carried nothing small enough to be safe. He told me it wasn't for barking - he and his wife had cattle, and when they went to visit the herd the dog would go pelting towards the cows. He said, "I just need something to drop er so she don't get stomped." I suggested a leash. He replied, "Nah, she don't like leashes."

Nothing the general public does or says surprises me anymore.

Anonymous said: I have a natural English Cocker. Her tail is heavy, constantly wagging, and a hazard to any legs in the vicinity :) Where I am there's a lot of working cockers, and hunters will swear up and down that docking is necessary because they'll ruin their tails in the brambles, etc. I'm not convinced - my (pet) dog loves diving into thick cover and this has never been an issue. Their ears are surely more of a risk, I'd think, but no-one's trying to crop those. Is there any real merit to docking?

No, there is no real merit to docking healthy tails and you're correct in assuming the ears of cocker spaniels are far more problematic for these dogs. Cocker Spaniels are the most notorious breed for difficult, drug resistant ear infections, with quite a few of them requiring lateral or total ear canal ablation surgery, but nobody would even think about docking Cocker Spaniel ears. This is because docking and cropping are done for aesthetics, not function.

@cakeandpi said: A long time ago, I took my cat in to the vet because he was limping badly and did not want to be handled. Turns out, rather than breaking his leg or anything like that, his hip joint had essentially eroded away and - to quote - “looked like swiss cheese”. His leg was amputated and it healed nicely, though he never let anyone close to that part of his body again. He had a long, easy, and mobile life, until he was roughly 18 years old (he was a shelter rescue) when his kidneys finally gave out on him for good. Whatever happened to his hip bone, it was unusual enough that the vet sent a sample to a vet research clinic. It’s been a few years since my cat passed, and even more since his amputation, but it helps a little to think that that sample might one day help, I don’t know, with orthopedic research or something of the sort. Maybe. Question tax: I really like your fantasy-animal science posts!

I of course have no way of knowing where the hip bone went, but I'm sure somebody, somewhere will make use of it. Veterinary Medicine is advancing all the time, which is the best thing about science, and accumulating raw materials and data is critical for us to be able to do so.

Anonymous said: hi dr ferox! i love your blog! earlier today my sister cut our cat's claws with human nail trimmers. i know you're not supposed to do that, but i don't know why. i looked at his claws after she told me she did it and they don't look hurt. should i be worried? thank you so much!

I use human nail trimmers on my cats' nails all the time. It's fine if your technique is good, though they're not the easiest device to use for that purpose.

@gemma-handyman said: Dear Dr Ferox, I've tried to find the answer via google but have come up short. Do you know why some cats have such an affinity for loaves of bread? For instance, my grandmother's cat, Cece, would drag loaves beneath my grandmother's bed and fiercely protect the pilfered loaf. She's not the only cat I've heard of with a strange penchant for gluten and carbohydrates. Do you know why some cats love loaves of bread? Question tax: came for the mythical breed breakdowns- stayed for the irl info

Cats can digest carbohydrates, and from a metabolic point of view they're likely treating it as glycogen in terms of dehydration. Some cats like novel chewing textures, celery leaves is another common thing for cats to like, so may be just chewing it for fun.

Anonymous said: I want to be a vet tech but everyone always says I'm selling myself short... vet techs are just as useful right?

Of course they are. Have you ever seen a human hospital function without nurses?

Anonymous said: So our clinic has a batch of neonate puppies. 10 of them. I'm clearly not going to be able to sleep for the foreseeable future, as I'm on puppy duty. At least they're cute.

Good luck bottle feeding the little squeakers. They'll turn into waddling balls of chaos soon enough.

@fndm-trsh-sht said: my cat is a lil shit- but a cute lil shit- t h a t i s a l l- *slinks awaayyy*

Most cats are buddy, but we love them anyway.

Anonymous said: Something about the angle of trashbags ears reminds me of a goblin. Hes wonderful

He is a bit of a gremlin, he's starting to grow into his ears though.

[winsister91]

Crash Trickster Racing

Summary: The angelic master of mischief interrupts a game night that’s getting steamy…

Characters: Dean x Reader, Gabriel

Word Count: 1649

Warning: Language, implied smut, fluff? Is this what is known as crack? IDK

A/N: I can join in my own challenge right? lolol Out of all the things I’ve written, I think this takes the crown as the dumbest. Have I seriously just done a kinda sorta SPN CTR crossover? I should be shot. Pretty niche market here I guess, apologies to all you youngsters/non-gamers who probably have no idea what Crash Team Racing is. 

My Masterlist!

~ Dean and forever tags are open! ~

Dean taglist predominantly from @spnfanficpond . Let me know if want to be added/removed!

“Dean Winchester,” you laugh in triumph, “You suck!”

You throw the Playstation controller to the floor, doing a ridiculous victory dance. The result now was 12-1, in your favour. The only reason he won that one race in Crash Team Racing was because he started it without you while you went to grab a drink.

“You are inhumanely good at this stupid game,” Dean sulks, throwing his own controller down and folding his arms, “If it was a real race, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Whatever,” you shrug, sticking your tongue out and shaking your butt in a tease as you turn, “Victory beer!”

You skip to the kitchen, grinning like a child. As you go to open the fridge, Dean’s hand forces it closed again. He swiftly takes you in his arms, picking you up onto the counter and biting down your neck. You giggle as tingles wash over you, throwing your head back to grant him access.

“Distract me all you want,” you gasp as he moves around to the other side of your neck, “You still suck at Crash.”

“Maybe,” he growls, taking you to a higher place with a deep kiss on your collarbone, “But I know what I am good at.”

“Thank god you do,” you exhale before his lips forcefully clash into yours, instantly allowing his hungry tongue to do battle with your own.

He lifts you onto his hips, you wrap your legs around him and the tongue battle continues. You rake your hands through his hair, your core fluttering with excitement when those beautiful olive eyes of his pierce lustfully into yours. He carries you through the room and into the corridor leading to his bedroom. You giggle, pulling your t-shirt up and over your head on the way. He hums at the sight of you, kicking his door open and bringing you inside.

“What the fuck?” he stops and freezes. The sounds of numerous engines rumbling come to your ears and confused isn’t even the word. You look around, this was most definitely not Dean’s room. It was…outside? Pixelated?

“Okaay?” you jump down from his hips, looking around. You’re at the start line of a race track in a blocky cartoon world? It looks like the Coco Park track…it is Coco Park. Perfect in every detail. There’s a flash of white light and suddenly you’re in a racing kart. You immediately try to pull yourself out, but some invisible force is holding you there.

“Dean what’s going on!?” your shriek.

Dean is in the kart next to you, also struggling for freedom, he curses under his breath. “God dammit Gabriel where are you!?” he shouts viciously.

“Oh no…” you groan, rolling your eyes.

“Now is that any way to greet a buddy?” that familiar chirpy voice comes. Gabriel melts into view, laying on the flat rectangular texture of grass at the side of the road, “I’ve always thought you two were such a cute couple, but man it gets monotonous. A playful argument, sex, self-deprecation, sex, get drunk, sex. The result is always the same!”

You and Dean share a worried glance.

“You’ve been watching us?” Dean shakes his head in disbelief.

“Ew!” you shout.

“Who needs soap opera’s when the Winchesters exist? But its rapidly declining into a porno” he chuckles, snapping his fingers and appearing in a third kart between you both, “Now come on, this is fun! She says he sucks at Crash, he says he could win a real race, let’s combine the two!” “Could I have some dignity please first!?” you cross your arms, remembering you are topless, only a bra and pants on show.

The angel tuts and with a wave of his hand, your t-shirt appears back on you, “It’s game time,” he grins eagerly.

The unforgettable sound of the air horn count down echoes in the air, you can see the in game lights hovering above you. You get your game face on, thinking, Fine! Whatever! I’m gonna kick your asses.

The last siren blares and your foot is pressed firmly down on the gas pedal. The kart shoots forward, much faster than you expected. You squeal in terror as you crash into one of the item crates, the blocky shards of wood flying over you. This moment makes you realise the game’s hud is in your eyesight, like it’s imprinted on your iris. You see your lap time ticking away in the top corner of your sight, and a mini map of the track in a bottom corner. This is insane, and awesome. A box in the top centre of your vision is flicking through pictures of the in-game weapons, stopping on the missile. You grin mischievously before worry hits you. You can’t use a freaking missile! You’ll kill them!

While your mind had wandered, you realise you’re making a bee line for a red bottle, left on the track by Gabriel. You jerk on the wheel hard to try and avoid it, but it’s too late. You crash into it, sending the kart into a spin and you scream hysterically. Your vision becomes blurry and your car a stuttering slow mess as it clumsily bobs along with a black rain cloud following and raining on to you.

“Shit!” you shout in frustration, bashing at the gas pedal, but it’s fruitless while the bottle’s effect is in play.

“Oh yea, feel free to use the weapons!” Gabriel’s voice echoes omnipotently in the air, “They’ll not really hurt you!”

The cloud vanishes and you shoot forward again. Now you’re determined.

You can hear Dean laughing and clearly enjoying the ride, turning back to you and mocking while you try to catch up. You ignore him, focusing on the damned archangel further ahead. You spot a huge red button in the middle of the steering wheel, the angel in your line of sight and you slam it. The missile blasts out of the front of your kart and your grin returns. You watch in glee as it soars away into the distance. Then your face drops as the explosive turns and hones in on Dean.

“Uh oh,” you mumble, remembering these things are designed to aim at the person directly in front of you in the standings.

The rocket explodes into Dean’s car sending him flying in the air in a cartoonish fashion. You hear him cursing you as you speed past.

“Bitch!!!!”

“Sorry not sorry!” you squeak sheepishly.

With Dean now falling far behind, it’s a full on battle for first place between you and Gabriel. Damn, he’s good. You question as to whether he’s tweaked things, being in control over this world he’s created after all. His car is way faster than yours. You can barely keep up using all the tricks in the book, grinding around corners and hitting your boost in a specific timing. Hiding TNT boxes behind the item crates for when another lap comes around. You fire numerous cannons at him, but he frequently swerves away or conveniently has a shield every time one does hit.

“Oh come on!!!” you scream, gamer rage coursing through you as he dodges another one of your traps, “This is bullshit!!!”

You hear another familiar noise and you sit wide eyed. Oh no. It’s an electrical noise, sounding like waves, you turn and see what you dread. A huge intimidating blue ball of electricity flying through the air, its aim to hit everyone in its path. You can see Dean with an evil grin behind it, clearly the culprit as it’s an item only granted to those in last place. There’s no outrunning it, you have no shield in your possession. You brace yourself.

You squeal as it passes over you and your car is flung into the air. Holding on for dear life, you breathe a sigh of relief after spinning in the air and finally landing back on the ground, dazed. Gabriel falls victim to it too, a wail coming from his kart in front of you.

You can hear Dean laughing as he speeds past you both, crossing the finish line and becoming enveloped in a flood of confetti.

“Well done you,” you grumble as you and Gabriel cross the line with glum faces. You were so pissed at coming last.

“I think it’s safe to say I am the ultimate champ at this now?” Dean pokes his tongue out, folding his arms smugly.

“Bite me,” you hiss, “You got lucky with the stupid OP weapon.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, blowing you a kiss in a mock fashion which makes you wanna go over there and part kill him, part ravage him.

“Oh, guys come on now!” Gabriel raises his hand in disbelief, “The sexual tension in the air is just…so obvious plot wise!”

“The winner of your god damn race…” Dean starts calmly before ordering, “says, put us back in our god damn room right now!”

Gabriel rolls his eyes, “Fine, this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me,” with a snap of his fingers, you’re back at the bunker, sat on the floor of the bedroom. Gabriel is nowhere in sight.

“Rematch!” you squeal, jumping to your feet and marching for the door.

“Now just wait,” Dean chuckles, stepping in front of you and pulling you into a tight embrace, “…where were we first?”

In a moment of de ja vu, you find yourself being hoisted back onto Dean’s hips, violently pulling off your t-shirt.

“Really?” Gabriel groans, sat in a place unknown watching a huge TV screen where he watches people’s lives for entertainment, “There’s more sex here than in Game of Thrones…” He tuts, changing the channel with a fistful of popcorn.

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anime review: boku no hero academia

not gunna lie.. i shit talked the Hell out of my hero. like sooo much shit. i claimed it wasn’t worth the hype that it was lame, bad plot, etc. all b4 actually watching it like a dumbass. oh , how Wrong i was. my hero for anyone new or old to anime is well known and is very big especially for the incredible character design. my hero gets alot of hype and i do thinks its for a reason. shonen anime is probably the most popular and is where the most popular  franchises are born aka naruto, one piece, and dbz. and my hero is at the front running for being this generations leader in shonen. although this is not an anime that i cant find faults in , i can find quite a few but this is one of my favorite animes and is definitely worth the watch, now lets get into it.

this shonen like many is about the underdog who can! when 80% of the population has some sort of super human ability known as a quirk izuku midoriya is in minority 20% of people in superhuman society that do not have a quirk. and with the birth of the superhuman powers came the rise of a new profession, heroism. in which people with quirks get licenses to use them to save people. it’s sorta like how kids now wanna be youtubers well thats what being a hero is in this anime. of course midoriya wants to be a hero just like his idol All Might the #1 hero and pillar of peace.

in order to do that he must get into the top hero school in Japan, U.A Academy. with an acceptance rate of less then 2% (or 0.2% i genuinely cannot remember lol) . midoriya is the classic meek bullied kid being pushed around by childhood friends kaksuki bakugou who is loud, angry, and LOUD, and also wants to be a hero. his quirk is explosions that he creates from his palms with his nitroglycerin like sweat.

one day midoriya gets to meet his idol and the series kicks off. midoriyas journey in getting into U.A, viallian attacks, sports festivals., interships, training camps and more!

now midoriya as a main character grew on me. truth me told the first 5 episodes of my hero are Painful to get through, they made me cringe and midoriya cries about 5 times in one 20 minute episode which is exhausting. personally my favorite type of shonen anime protagonist are himbos , aka dumb sunshines. midoriya is not this he’s actually incrediblely smart but he’s so meek it’s annoying and for a while I thought he was the worst choice for protagonist especially with how amazing the side characters are, but he grows on you and it makes sense why he is the way he is and his character development is good. he grows much more confident and sure of himself. he has that naruto talk-no-jutsu vibe about him lol. but overall he’s good, not my favorite character by anymeans in fact i doubt he’d be in my top 5 in this series.

NOW FOR THE BEST PART ABOUT MY HERO; SIDE CHARACTERS (now i am only a mortal so i will only be talking about characters that stand out and add something to the show aka invisible girl is not mentioned neither is tail boy)

bakugou!!!! listen, he is a piece of work. and honestly it took me till season 2 to actually like and enjoy his character. he’s defently different from the normal angry anime boy because he has Zero reason to be angry which sorta adds to the comedy of the show. hes weathly, has two good parents, hes liked and popular despite being somewhat nasty, and he has a cool ass quirk along with being a prodigy at basically everything. his inferiority complex is what he battles the entire show I do feel like his character development was a little too slow, they could moved it along a little bit and not held onto how angry he was for absolutely no reason but again it kind of adds to the charm his character. his design is so beautiful the blonde hair the red eyes he’s great and hes my second fave character. his anger is toward mostly midoriya toward most people hes just loud but he really has a problem with midoriya. a problem he lowkey made up in his head but overall bakugou is a strong character and a different type of hero, he’s the opposite of all might in everyway.

TODOROKI!!!!!! if you dont know who todoroki is and you somewhat watch anime or see anime content on your social media, you are lying. his character design is super well known and is honestly beautiful he’s literally breath taking. speaking of character design let’s leave the Zuko versus Todoroki discord somewhere else I just don’t care let’s leave it alone they both have scars and daddy issues big whoop! they would literally be bffs move on. now that thats out of the way, todoroki is phenomenal, he’s the more silent type but not tsundere at all. we dont see alot of him in season 1 but mainly in season 2, he’s the son of the #2 hero endeavor who despite being a hero is human garbage! his quirk is half cold half hot. essentially he has two quirks one creating ice from the right side of his body and create flames from his left (the coolest and most versatile quirk in the series) his hatred towards his father makes him unwilling to use his fire side. but he gets over it! todoroki i feel definitely got snubbed , i feel like the dimmed him down because of how easily he could overshadow midoriya and honestly my hero could have easily been about todoroki and his journey discovering what kind of hero he wants to be thats how good he is. I cried 4 times during his battle with midoriya. i love todoroki and he is my fave character of the series.

Kirishima!!!!!! his quirk his hardening, he makes his whole body rock hard. i adore kirishima hes is so wonderful as a side character. we really see him shine in s4 during his work study and i love that especially since he was often pushed to the side. he’s also the first person bakugou acknowledes as an equal and friend. his backstory and motivation is really touching and his character design is so fun !! i love sharp teeth boi’s!!!!! and also i dont know they made him so obsessed with being chivalrous and manly but not a misogynist that is like so hard to do and they did it so well. and the fact that his motivation to keep going is a woman and someone who he respects was also so cool. also his hero custome is so cool. he said full chest out !!

mineta, now this is a character that literally everyone hates and granted he’s not my favorite character not even close but I don’t think he’s that bad. He’s the classic pervert classic girl obsessed character. His quirk is literally detaching sticky balls from his head he’s gross but I don’t mind him like all he does is talk like they have an anime character is a straight up harass women which he does sometimes but I don’t know I just don’t get why hes so hated when there are tons of similar character types like him that are worse that don’t get that much hate like I’m not defending him he’s gross but it’s not terrible and he provides comedic relief which is not always funny but it’s there

kaminari! cute shock boy! hes a more digestible and attractive version of mineta, slightly girl crazy but hes fun! hes also friends with bakugou and his quirk electricity but if he over uses it he gives himself brain damage and turns dumb. again hes more often then not pushed aside but hes funny and his personality is awesome and bright.

Iida, someone im kinda lukewarm about? he’s definitely a major side character and gets his own huge moments and out of all the side characters gets alot of screen time. his quirk is engine legs that make him super fast. hes a stick up his ass class rep but he’s nice and way more likeable after the first few episodes

ochaco.....um. shes ok ig, her quirk is making these float. has a crush on midoriya which is fine even though she looks his she could be his cousin dndjd. idk i dont love her type of preppy i wanna be like my crush character type, hinata does it better. but shes ok again lukewarm about her, i definitely like some of the other female characters better but shes not awful. again most shonen animes use female characters as prop to further the male protagonist character along. idk i jus dont like her personality.

froppy!!!! tsu!!! i adore you ! would d word for you!!! i love her so much shes such a cool character and she doesn’t fit into a box in terms of character type. her quirk is frog meaning she can do everything a frog can do. she’s so level headed and smart and witty she really adds something everytime she comes on. she’s just so chill i really appreciate that.

jiro!!! wonderfully talented queen! her quirk is earphone jack! shes just so again chilled and laid back but also super smart and perceptive. sorta tomboyish which is really cool 2 see a different look for a female character.

yayorozu!!!!! my favorite female characters of the show. her quirk is creation, she makes anything she wants as long as she knows the structure. its dope af. shes so smart and responsible and has an awesome sense of self improvement. i do believe in eating the rich but i still love her. shes a natural leader which i love to see and i think she should have been class rep but as always, men have to be in postions of power ...

tetsutetsu!!!!! the only person in class b with rights. hes kind of like kirishimas counter part, he also has a hardening quirk which makes his body into steele. hes jus so Funny and loud and i wish he was in class 1 a he’d be so good. he brings alot of energy and his fight with kirishima was so fun to watch.

miro, again. someone i shit talked b4 seeing what they were about. i honestly thought miro was going to have some evil agenda against my midoriya but he didn’t he was so good so bright his quirk is so cool it’s permeation meaning he can like walk through walls and stuff he’s so cool!!

tamaki!!!!!!!!! I ADORE HIM! SO MUCH!! hes so shy and insecure but wtf so badass with an amazing quirk called manifest meaning he can manifest on his body the different types of food he eats like he eats octopus he gets tentacle arms which means he basically has like an unlimited number of quirks??!! so dope and his character design is so sexy hes my bf

shinso, now his design is very good he reminds me alot of aizawa, and his quirk is insane and i dont know how people like invisible girl, tail guy, fucking mineta got into the hero course but someone like shinso with a brainwashing quirk didn’t, all someone has to do is answer his question and their under his control, literally so useful. he’s a really hyped up character which I find interesting because in the anime manga people don’t come for me he isn’t really showcased which is really annoying because he’s cool and I get what the hype is about but I just wish we saw more of him I think there is in the actual manga but in the anime he makes like two appearances??

AIZAWA!!! hes so ,, hot, idc him a bun forget it.. im .. his quirk... SO DOPE I MEAN TO BE ABLE TO ERASE SOMEONE QUIRK,,? dope af, his tsundere with more dere then anything hes so sweet and genuinely loves his class So Much, they are his babies. his character is super genuine and its so fun to see him and someone like all might working along side eachother just because they are such different people. aizawa is definitely my third favorite character

all might!!! the big man himself! honestly all might is what superman wishes he was, he is just so Nice and caring and just wants to help people thats all he wants to do, hes the only person deemed worthy by stain. he plays such a huge role in the series in a way a mentor/idol really never has 4 me. i love his other version as well its so well designed to be such a contrast to his muscle form.

stain, the best villain on the show, most complex and truly thought provoking and just all in all they did such a good job with his character design and his motives the stain arc was my favorite in terms of villains because my hero really kind of lacks in villians and sure the league does get better but stain has the most like convincing argument and morals like the concept that he wants to purge the fake heroes of the society away is just fascinating because society in the series so overpopulated with heros and just ugh such a good villain and his quirk,, crazy being to paralyze people by tasting their blood wild

dabi!!! aka todorokis brother (thats not a spoiler jus a fan theory that i wholeheartedly believe) his quirk is  cremation which he basically has such hot fire that it jus turns everything to ash. aka his character design being him with burns, his body most likely can’t fully handle his quirk. hes so hot ugh literally come on emo boy! but really hes a cool villain and works for the League. I wish we saw more of him which I know in season 4 like toward the end he makes a pretty big appearance but after training camp we don’t see him as much as I wish we did and he’s super famous hyped up character again because his design is so dope. he’d be a good anti hero.

shigaraki!!! he’s actually my fourth favorite character.... you guys ever have that one character that one think most likely thinks is hot, but you do. YES HES CRUSTY BUT STILL SEXY GAMER. if i could just give him a skincare routine...His character is one that got probably the most development I mean we see this bratty childish kind of loser in season one in in season for a re-really see a masterminded plan from him and something truly thought out because I feel like a lot of his plans aren’t thought through and this is one of the first ones that I see truly come to fruition the way he wanted to. I really appreciate that from a villain who can grow because he wasn’t a very convincing villian and he had no motivation to do what he was doing and just seem like a dumb kid but like now after watching him grow he’s really coming into his own and for season five I want to see him continue that growth he’s having.

OK IM SO SORRY THE SIDE CHARACTERS TOOK 80 YEARS THERE ARE SO MANY

now onto my critiques these are MY opinions which literally don’t matter the author/artist is incredible and knows what they’re doing and they don’t have to cater to what I want at all this is just how I thought while watching the anime.

I feel like midoriya is a character that can’t really shine on his. I feel like side characters need to be pushed down and snubbed for him to look cool. and  in general I just feel like because of the personality that he has as a main character he kind of struggles to shine unless they dim the light of the other characters because especially in season four midoriya is just constantly pushed and pushed as this end all be all if feels which OK he’s the main character but like was it realistic for some of the things that happen in season four to happen I don’t wanna spoil but if you watched it you know like who defeated who and so on.  at least to me sometimes it’s really obvious that they’re pushing for you to have that midoriya is so cool reaction which just seems forced.

I mention this in some of the side character villains but my hero really doesn’t have like super compelling villains with proper reasoning to what they’re doing or maybe we just haven’t seen that yet in the anime but for me the only good villain the whole series was stain. sure the league of villains gets better but they’re seen as a joke for most of the series at least to me like I didn’t really take them seriously just them minus all for one. I feel like they have these major villains but only see them once especially with all for one we saw him once and then if you watch the my hero movie he’s like there for 2.2 seconds as a major plot point but him physically as a villain but I see him once in action and even so I still think stain is a better villain and notice how I’m not mentioning overhaul in this conversation. there was just something beyond villainious about overhaul especially the child abuse. and again he’s someone who was spoiler alert defeated and in one shot kind of way it only took half the season and if you compare him and his organization to the league their miles ahead of the  League so why did they get defeated first it just kind of didn’t make sense to me.

I was sort of annoyed when the big three got introduced for my side character analysis I praised two out of the three of them and I love the third member she is incredible and a bad ass I just couldn’t write any more about side characters or else this will never end but did we need the introduction of more students when there are so many in class 1a themselves that just don’t get the light of day especially in season four with Todoroki and Bakugou being absent for most of it.

endeavor doesn’t deserve redemption arc that’s what they’re setting up for now i don’t want it he’s gross he’s a domestic abuser he’s a child beater he’s a child neglecter. he’s gross and I don’t understand how this hasn’t been exposed to the public about how the number one hero beat his wife and kids how we just not know that.

I mentioned this with bakugous character review but I feel like his development was just so agonizingly slow for no reason because it wasn’t this deep-rooted issue it was something he misinterpreted and created this fake narrative in his head about midoriya. and even after they have that big fight and acknowledge each other I feel like there’s still something missing which bothers me because there is no reason one it should’ve taken four seasons when Todoroki‘s deep-rooted issues were solved in a couple episodes basically.

 I feel like the series attempted to add romance and then gave up which I think was a smart move just because at the moment there isn’t really a place for it and this is coming from someone who adores romance in anime and I thrive off it but in my hero specifically especially the way they were going to do it with Ocacho was just not it and I really hope they don’t reduce her character even more to just pining over the male protagonist because I’ll be sad because even though I’m not crazy for her I still think she’s a solid character who I don’t want to become just a propeller for character development for the sake of the male protagonist.

things i love!!

the animation is beautiful, it’s so unique and different and just feels really fresh. you can clearly see the movements and can we talk about how well they draw hands? got tier anime hands.

the fighting was the Best ive ever seen in terms of timing, most shonen animes can drag on battles for many many episodes especially dbz, it honestly feels tiring and i love the my hero has the Perfect length to i get all the action and never feel bored or over it. I also enjoy that the anime wasn’t super fillery, and when there was it wasn’t that noticeable that it wasn’t canon.

how everyone is friends really makes me happy especially to see midoriya be so loved and respected by his peers, and everyone views him as an inspiration. to know he was bullied and hated by his class in middle school to in high school having everyone love him enough to make him class rep at first. which I am so glad he stepped down from because it was lowkey cringe that he won djdj.

how rivalry is done is nice because its not a huge major thing, sure everyone is competitive but its friendly and motivating. its not cutthroat.

the dub is really good, ik people shit on dub which is fair. but sometimes the dub hits and there are moments when you wanna watch anime but you have stuff to do so you can’t solely focus on the screen. personally i don’t know why but i had a hard time getting into my hero with sub and had to watch it dub. but if you do like dubbed anime then the my hero dub is solid im sure certain things are said cooler in the sub than dub (aka hqs “dont let me down fellas alright?” jdjdxjxj) but it is a funimation dub which are almost always decent.

the structure of society and the information we get told about heros and the job are soo well done. I feel like I really understand the setting which in fanatasy animes can be somewhat difficult, and everything makes sense and is really normal. they do such a good job making being a hero a normal thing, especially since heroism especially in the western comics is viewed as this big deal that not everyone can do while in my hero its the opposite. i love that.

midoriyas not give up attitude is really endearing, sure most shonen protagonist have this but especially with midoriya being the Biggest underdog to the point where he ruins his body over and over again and still keeps moving. a moments i genuinely loved midoriyas character and fell for him completely was during training camp, when he fight smuscular and still keeps moving despite being Ruined. it’s my favorite right after stains.

i love seeing them train! ik the actual villains are exciting but things like training camp and the creating special moves moment were my favorite.

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Overall;

i love my hero, it’s quickly made its way to my favorite animes of all time, the characters, plot, and motivations are so good. it’s an anime that makes me feel like I can do anything i set my mind to. I enjoy the fact that it’s an anime that like I feel like there can be a discussion and not one over about whether it’s good or bad because it’s definitely good but more in how things are done the reason things were done how things could’ve been done differently there’s a lot to talk about and I feel like this is a very unique thing because I think with a lot of anime everything is so set in stone and if things were done a different way and it wouldn’t work with my hero there are so many ways things would go which I love. and I also love that there are things that I don’t like about it or that I’m not crazy about and for some reason that makes me like it even more because I feel like again back to the discussion point there’s so much to talk about especially on like Reddit where you can see what other people think and if you’re wrong if you’re right it doesn’t really matter because I think today this is just anime! give it a watch if you are curious you wont regret it!



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SA: does anyone know scary stories.

TT: your fa(\/)e TT: #goTTem

SA: my face is not a plural.

VV: ♚ ~ Not to mention it's a rather nice face.

SA: thank you ❤

VV: ♚ ~ But I also think scary would depend on the troll, yes? My scary is likely very different from crabbies.

SA: What makes a story scary to you, Perdia?

DD: i dont really know any myself but id love to hear one!

DD: i think so anyways

DD: i dont actually watch horror movies or anything like that very much they always seem so disturbing

DD: but theyre popular around campfires arent they so there must be something to them!!

DD: granted i dont know much about campfires either but thats mostly a circumstance of living underwater until recently

VV: ♚ ~A scary story to me is someone bringing a Birkin to dinner but not bringing a coach bag to put it in just incase it rains...!!

VV: ♚ ~ Or not being prima ballerina anymore.

VV: ♚ ~ truly horrifying.

DD: i think that falls more into the tragedy genre really when you think about it!

DD: horror is when you find out it doesnt matter because it was a knockoff all along! 😛 😛 😛

VV: ♚ ~Be still my tender heart....you're rather correct.

SA: not bringing a coach bag to put it in... in case it rains.

SA: that is very complicated.

SA: I find it easier to have a single wallet.

SA: I enjoy ghost stories. Primarily because I do not believe or feel ghosts.

SA: although i have met mediums.

VV: ♚ ~ Yes! You put the coach in your Birkin, then if it rains you put the Birkin in the Coach. VV: ♚ ~ I have many more things than just a wallet I need a bag to carry it all, may as well be fashionable while I'm at it.

VV: ♚ ~ Did you tell the medium you don't believe?

DD: and really i think the point less about having things to put in your bag and more having the bag in the first place DD: its an accessory!

DD: but oh my goodness i think i believe in ghosts altogether too much

DD: though i guess at the moment im running a little bit more into revenants!! DD: the desert is full of them 😦

SA: oh, no. that would be rude.

SA: I don't understand why you need another bag to put the bag in.

SA: But alright.

SA: yes, there are many out there. so i've heard.

DD: well one of the bags is very valuable fashionable and easy to damage if it ends up in rainy conditions so if you want to be fashionable and be able to bring it places you should have a second less valuable and easily ruinable bag to protect the first one should you need it!

SA: ...Or you could simply have a decent waterproof bag to start that looks well with what you wear.

VV: ♚ ~ Ooooooh this one gets me. I enjoy this seadweller much more than yesternights~ What's your name? I never introduced myself properly, Perdia Averic.

VV: ♚ ~ Honeycomb please, I won't judge your wallet don't judge my superior, luxe bag.

DD: well yes but bags like that typically arent quite as nice! DD: though i spend most of my time underwater so that is what i end up using most of the time anyways admittedly

DD: and oh my goodness well thank you very much that is lovely to hear DD: i was afraid i had come off unfavorably earlier so i am glad that i have not yet succeeded in alienating everyone! DD: my close friend often says i sort of have a way of not being great with people so

DD: although i do agree that vv overall does have a point that while functionality is all well and good if you are into that sort of thing and surrounded by people that are into that sort of thing it really is important to have the appropriate fashionable items at certain times

DD: though i would also argue that does have a function as well just a social one!

SA: well the bag is very pretty with you, little princess. I just could never justify carrying one myself 😃

DD: oh dear i am talking a lot again

DD: my apologies!!

VV: ♚ ~ It's an ultra functional bag~ VV: ♚ ~ Thank you Prisma ✨ I'll carry your wallet for you then. I simply do have looks to upkeep even with my hue. When one works hard to keep a stance certain....choices come with it. VV: ♚ ~ Like a bag in a bag .

VV: ♚ ~ Don't apologize though DD~ You speak a lot but it's not exactly grating. Needs editing, some conciseness of course but ah~ You have a head about you which is more than can be said for some! Pity really. For them of course. They have my pity.

DD: oh but maybe i wouldnt mind some pity insert jokingly coy giggling here DD: you dont happen to be a particularly attractive rainbowdrinker bedecked in frills do you? DD: because i have recently discovered i am quite partial to those! DD: more seriously though thank you that is very lovely to hear especially from a princess of such good taste!

DD: but you are right in that i could do to be more concise my good friend often says similarly though admittedly it is more due to the linebreaks in my codewriting

DD: it is a work in progress!!!

VV: ♚ ~ Oh how transparent you seem to be! I am bedecked in frills often enough but unfortunatley, or rather fortunatley as I am fond of my rougey hue, I am not a jade let alone a deceased one. VV: ♚ ~ Plus my pusher is already claimed hohoho <3 VV: ♚ ~ There's always bound to be one that wanders into this forsaken chat one night though! Sweep them up before another troll does.

VV: ♚ ~ Or go for more...violent measures but I really don't and would never recommend someone get their owns hands dirty.

VV: ♚ ~ Ah! Speaking of maintanence. I must rest. Not that I require much upkeep but a good rest is important! Do rest well new friend, and Honeycomb prince as well~ Good light .

DD: i guess i am pretty transparent but its not as though i have anything to hide really DD: aide from company secrets of course but that's something im good at keeping mum about! DD: and oh dear i dont suppose i really know what you mean when it comes to more violent measures but that sounds like the sort of alarming thing maybe more suited towards the scary stories people brought up earlier!!

DD: and thank you very much i do hope you have a good rest as well!! DD: it is actually nearly moonlight over here as well and i should be turning in soon i just DD: got caught up working on a project of mine and lost track of time! DD: i was just taking a break when i turned on this chat but really i will go to bed DD: i only have to finish... DD: a few more minor things!!! DD: and maybe....

DD: hm!

SA: I apologize, I had to get ready for rest myself.

SA: finish them then?

SA: ..."would never advise someone to get their own hands dirty"

SA: 🤔 goodnight

DD: i am going to finish them!! DD: i just thought of another idea i could implement alongside the module that i am currently editing and oh dear

DD: i cant just stop now! DD: i am on a roll

DD: also i do believe our dear vv is advocating for the use of an auspistice! DD: or an assassin!! DD: i am not quite sure which!

DD: though i am a little bit inclined to select the mediator option on account of i have had some rather hands on dealings with assassins lately and it has all left a sour taste in my mouth!

DD: and not even the good kind of sour like you get with pickled herring

DD: oh dear i believe i am craving fish again DD: there is NO FISH here in the desert!!

ID: alright status report, how is everyone doing post-faire?

SA: Working.

SA has sent IMG_045.png. It is a selfie of him, angled high enough to show a blue or dark indigo troll pinned on the ground. They appear to be unconscious

ID: pftttt. nice selfie background there. better be careful. =:P

SA: this is the last one for the night 😄

SA: I am excited to go hive and sleep.

SA: How are you? How was the party at Siparas?

ID: i'm sure you are.

ID: i'm good. tired, but i didn't expect to sleep well so it's whatever. watched way more fantasy trolls crying about having to dump a magic ring than i ever wanted to.

SA: Oh, it was the lord of the rings?

SA: what would you do if your friend wouldn't let go of the ring, Hadean.

ID: uh i probably would have ganked the ring like. a perigee ago lbh.

SA: it isn't even that useful... Doesn't it just turn the wearer invisible?

ID: i don't know, the evil dude seemed to make it seem like it could do more. maybe it can amplify psi or something. i think the main whiny guy was a flatscan.

SA: maybe. How else would you become a flaming eye.

SA: truly living the life.

ID: idk it was fun. lots of eyecandy at least.

SA: the elves are always nice ❤

SA: I appreciate the costuming more than anything. much better than the chainmail bikinis at the faire.

ID: i liked aragon. he seemed like a cool guy.

SA: And he even got all of his quadrants in the end with his kingdom surviving.

ID: and he got to lead like. all the cool fights.

SA: I'm growing my hair out.

SA: this is what I've gained from this conversation.

SA: I want you to know this.

SA: Hang on, my client is being difficult.

ID: pff if you're gonna, go for it! you got one of those damn mugs that gets to look good no matter what, so.

AA: omggg. but will it blow majestically in the wind? >:}

ID: he already can see stuff.

ID: pris, what do your cuspy eyes see?

SA: Me beating the shit out of this fuchsia if they don't double my pay.

ID: pffff live the dream pris. and get good with a bow.

SA: I am good with a long distance rifle, does that count

SA: No, it will not blow majestically in the wind.

SA: problem resolved. cusp is now theirs.

SA: I can go hive now.

ID: i mean a rifle is just an advanced bow right. so sure.

AA: booooo, no point in long hairn w/o it blowing.

ID: uh the point is to put it in a cool braid. obvs.

AA: brnaid? singularn?? n.

AA: go big orn go home, hads, gotta have, like, at L E A S T a dozen beforne they'rne cool. >:}

SA: Hadean's hair is. too long.

ID: bite me. =:I i like my braid.

AA: you like plenty of lame shit, brnah, embrnace it. accept yrn weak sauce brnaid tastes. >:P

AA: and too long???

SA: emerel stepped on it during the fight, that's too long.

ID: i got him off of it, didn't i?

ID: i mean him stepping on it was just being spiteful.

ID: and i really should've put a spike through his foot for it.

AA: y, that. on both. AA: you can't do yrn app by what ppl might grnab, othernwise, you'll just, like. AA: look borning as fuck. >:P

ID: i mean if it wasn't my braid, he'd have been stomping on my horns.

ID: i have a very grab-able appearance.

SA: I feel as if his foot would have rolled off though due to the shape.

SA: You do.

SA: If I ever need to stop you I can just reach slightly a head but I may also clothesline you

ID: wow pris, don't clothesline me. or grab at me, hella rude. why would you need to stop me! =:P

SA: Maybe I saw something cute in a window and wanted to show you while shopping.

SA: I have clotheslined people as they've ran away, however. It is. hilarious.

SA: because I knoww here they will be so I stategically do nothing.

ID: ....it's called telling me to stop pris, c'mon.

SA: I know that

SA: Please, like I would actually do it...

ID: i like not being clotheslined. =:P

SA: I would never clothesline you.

SA: does that help

ID: yes.

SA: In general i would never intentionally cause you harm.

SA: sleep well at night.

AA: lmao. awww.

AA: but will you watch him while he sleeps to guarantee he sleeps well?? bc, like, if we'rne clarnifying things, that totes is apparnently a thing that should be clarnified, too.

ID: no we cleared that watching people sleep is fucking creepy.

SA: I am not going to watch him sleep...

ID: though apparently pheres disagrees.

AA: okay, okay, good. >:}

SA: I admit I am unsettling but i am at least vaguely aware of proximics and personal boundaries.

ID: i sleep like shit without worrying about someone watching me sleep. =:I

AA: we do not talk abt phern's shitty rnom tastes, 'kay, we just close ourn bulbs and trny to ignorne them.

AA: and gj, prni. AA: the vaguely is totes still ominous tho. >:} jsyk.

SA: it is what i do best.

SA: It's how i keep my clients in line and from not abducting me 😉

SA: nom tastes?

ID: romantic tastes.

SA: ah.

AA: .... AA: ........ AA: WTF arne yrn clients trnying to abduct you forn.

SA: nothing, it was a joke.

ID: oh.

SA: however I would be a convenient thing to trap and use of free.

ID: i figured they'd try and abduct you to use your psi without having to, y'know. pay you. seems about right.

SA: yes

SA: I've only been threatened a few times.

SA: The Provenance underground is much more managable, though.

AA: >:{

AA: did you cull em?

ID: trolls can be fucking weird.

SA: They have been dealt with in a way that doesn't cause me long-standing harm, let me put it like this.

SA: murder isn't a sollution always, their court will come after you.

ID: you ever meet some of those highbloods that read helmsman romance.

ID: they'll make you want to scrub your skin raw after talking to them for like. a second.

AA: hmph. did you at least make a good example of them?? bc, like, if yrn getting pushed arnound, then not fucking making a points only gonna get theirn peeps brnave.

SA: I don't get pushed around.

AA: ugh, y. lived with one. they'rne the fucking wornst.

AA: good!!

SA: don't worry, I am fairly good at this.

SA: as naive as I often seem.

SA: crime and work and military are things i excel at.

ID: the fucking worst is right.

SA: What happens in helmsman romances?

ID: and go pris. =:)

SA: I understand the concept but... how.

AA: y, y, obvs you arne a strnong independent - hahahaha.

AA: hads can dd you, bc I ain't in the mood to scrnub my hands clean aftern. >:P

ID: oh. you know. usually they start out in a clade or a quad. and then end up getting drafted to the helm. and the highblood happens to be on the same ship.

SA: ...what is a clade.

SA: I have been holding off asking for fear of embarassment

ID: ah... like... the trolls that are quadded to your quad?

SA: ah.

AA: y! enclades arne the ppl you ain't piling, but, like, you still can't cull, bc it'd be fucked up. and if someone culls them, you gotta rnetaliate, orn Y RN fucked up.

ID: yeah. sips knows. i'm like the worst troll to talk about clades.

SA: ...that is immensely complicated.

ID: yeah social shit usually is.

AA: also, ngl, the ones I knew abt werne all, like, crneepy bluebloods falling forn theirn ship, bc the insurnmountable bond bw trnoll and ship, ect ect, and, like, despernate lost in space piles, and pirnate rnaids makin' the helms all like 'I'm the only one allowed to cull them!!', and AA: ughhh, I'm grnossing myself out.

ID: i know mostly about the younger helms novels.

AA: >:? AA: it isn'ttttt. it's totes ez, dudes.

SA: that's. horrific.

SA: that would be like writing a romance story between my program psions and their handlers.

SA: but much worse, because were are children

SA: disgusting.

ID: yeah, well. it happens.

ID: and some trolls really buy in to the idea.

ID: me and pris have never been a part of a clade so. it seems complicated to us.

SA: it sounds like it would cause a long chain cycle of revenge.

ID: i mean being part of a clade is supposed to help. prevent trolls from wanting to cull your ass i think?

ID: for fear of being counter-culled by the clade.

SA: But I feel like it would make it hard to operate as well.

SA: fear of causing tension or rejection.

SA: attrox's matesprit was a virulent, hateful thing who was also quadded to my roommate.

SA: and there was a lot of tension between him and anyof attrox's other quadrants or friends.

SA: htey broke up perhaps because of my intervention.

SA: I don't feel particularly bad.

ID: that's when you get an ashen or whatever. or break up, that works.

SA: how do you auspistice something when they don't acknowledge there is a problem?

SA: despite one of them crying contantly about how much they hurt.

SA: I do not know.

SA: I would be happy with a red or a romantic pale, if I had to have a quadrant. And just one.

AA: i mean, y, can totally starnt a wicked rnevenge cycle. but it's like hads said. AA: and lmao, you can't be a clade if ppl arne unhealthy shitfurnoodles, dude. all you can do is wipe yrn hands of that shit.

AA: .. why not pitch?? >:

AA: >:?

ID: my bachelor lifestyle has worked out alright for me.

SA: there's reasons but i'd rather not explain.

AA: you don't gotta quad if you don't wanna. but, like, idk, don't let crnazy fuckerns turn you off?? ppl arne always batshit. AA: and quads arne fun. >:} like, idk, i ain't evern without a pitch, bc.. it'd be fucking borning.

SA: i don't see excitement in that, though.

AA: flushrnoms lame tho, txt it.

SA: i have enough excitement in my life. I would be happy knowing I feel safe with someone.

ID: i mean pitch is supposed to be safe rivalry.

SA: Well yes but that's not what i meant.

AA: yrn supposed to feel safe w yrn kismesis, losern. if they'rne dangernous, it ain't pitch, it's, like. fucked up pale w pails.

SA: what

ID: idk i have a shitty personality for quads, so i just leave them be.

ID: yeahhh some people pail their pales. weird quadrant smearing stuff.

AA: y, it's grnoss. and stfu, yrn fine. have you evern even trnied having a quad??

SA: Pailing is.

SA: unsanitary.

SA: kissing is fine though. i think kissing would be nice in theory.

SA: but nothing is better than my cold bed.

ID: ...

AA: lmaooo.

AA: well, shit, then get a fish.

AA: >:P

SA: i left the airconditioning on so everything is cold and it's very nice.

SA: ...I don't... want a fish.

ID: i like lukewarm best.

ID: i got too hot and too cold easy.

SA: sharing a bed with you must be hell on alternia.

ID: only if you don't want me to bake you. =:P

SA: see.

AA: rneal talk!! have neithern of you, like, evern had quads??

AA: evern?? >:

AA: >:?

ID: i mean... nah.

SA: No.

SA: quads were discouraged for program psions.

SA: I actually believe we are all sterile so it wouldn't matter.

SA: But I am unsure of the specifics.

AA: holy shit. at both of you - AA: uH.

SA: ...

SA: was that too much information.

AA: y. am kinda curnious how the f you know that, but, like, sparne me the deets.

SA: i think you misunderstand but i will spare you.

ID: it's okay pris, we can be quadless coolguys.

SA: excellent. we can be Kool together.

SA: just what i wanted.

AA: wow, rnude, making a club wo me. when I'm like, rnight herne. AA: I am qqing irnl, jsyk.

ID: what, you got no quads?

AA: n, i've had way2many to join yrn quadfrnee club. >:P

SA: then continue qqing

ID: exactly, so no blubbering. =:P

SA: :p

AA: so go get quads and join the lam -- LMAO M E A N.

AA: fucking rnude frnom both of you. >:}

SA: only the best of rudeness for you, sipara.

SA: ❤

ID: deal with it. =:P

AA: no wondern you don't have any w those shining pernsonalities. AA: ... omg, okay, but prni is forngiven, bc that's qt A N D weirnd.

AA: hads can still fuck off tho. >:P

ID: =:PPPP

SA: Oh--- haha

ID: i've just managed fiiine without quads.

AA: lmao, if you say so.

SA: same.

AA: lbrn tho, idk how anyone manages without a moirnail.

ID: like i do. duh.

AA: .. inc you, mrn dumpstern firne.

SA: you surround yourself with stable individuals.

SA: like me.

SA: i am impervious to emotional distress.

ID: rude!

ID: i just do whatever i want and it usually works out!

AA: y, see, that's not actually good. >:}

AA: and lmaooo. y, like getting stabbed w a halbernd wornks out, rnight? >:P

ID: i'm still alive aren't i

ID: and i didn't technically lose.

ID: so it mostly worked out.

AA: that's a low fucking barn to have, losern.

ID: and yet i limbo under it like a pro.

AA: loooook. rnails arne forn, like.. making surne you don't rnun into shit like that. orn crnack yrn horns on yrn stupid limbo barn of surnvival. orn prni doesn't get jumped forn being weirnd and emojiless at the wrnong time.

AA: if you don't have any othern quads, you should totally have that.

SA: wouldn't it be a high bar because it would be so easy to pass.

SA: if it were limb.

ID: the only troll i can trust to have my best interests at pumper is myself. i'm just my own moirail, clearly.

ID: sometimes i'm just lazy on the job.

AA: lmao, yrn a p shit one, then. trnade up!!

SA: you and hadean often stop me from revealing all my secrets, which is good enough.

SA: but in day to day life whether or not I properly express myself is often irrelevant and infact volatile high bloods often take it as a threat as i cann't be coerced convetnionally.

ID: hey, i'm doing alright. =:P

ID: i'm too high maintenance for anyone else to stand.

SA: i find you tolerable if extremely unwise.

SA: 😄

AA: wherne is yrn hotel rnoom again, bc I'm gonna punch you. >:}

SA: (this is a joke)

SA: Whose?

AA: and lmao, prni. gd.

AA: hads. Ï can't punch you. that'd be so fucked up. >:}

SA: ... why

SA: I demand equal punching rights.

ID: i'll give you my punch coupon pris.

SA: thank you for this generous gift

LC: [ ... I see everYYone is doing well and fine ]

AA: n, too bad, you ain't getting em. these fists arne a summern exclusive and I've alrneady stamped Hads name on both.

SA: sipara's coachella fists.

AA: y!!

ID: =:'( don't punch me, i'm already half broke already.

LC: [ So what exactlYY did Hadean do that he is going to get punched, and Sipara whYY do YYou want to get punched? ] LC: [ I see no logical reason behind... wanted to get punched is all. ]

ID: oh hi yern.

SA: hello yern.

LC: [ Hello. ]

ID: pris is gonna punch me because she's jelly of my self-moirail abilities.

SA: let me take hadean's punch for him.

SA: i am sipara now.

AA: arne you punching him now??

SA: =>:} worms

AA: LMFAO

LC: [ Is that... healthYY though? ] LC: [ Oh mYY. ]

AA: G T F Ö, you rnuined my quirnk.

ID: it's like looking in a mirror huh sips.

SA: =>:} wornms.

ID: better?

AA: y, ty ty, gj.

SA: oh yes, the rn thing.

ID: i'm healthy as fuck yern.

AA: also like brnb must feed and watern lal. and by that, I mean he's snorning and I'm pourning watern on him til he stops. >:{

SA: oh dear.

ID: get it up his nub, that'll get him.

SA: ...nose?

LC: [ But is self-moirailing healthYY? I am not aware of such research paper existing as of right now. ] LC: [ To a degree, I am positive it works and I hope it's not just YYour last ditch effort of taking care of YYourself. ]

ID: hahah wowww. last ditch effort, that's hella rude.

SA: self moirailing could also be considered minding.

ID: i'm positive i'm a well oiled self-moirailing machine.

SA: which is a required skill for basic social navigation and problem solving.

SA: so I don't have it.

SA: :p

ID: =:P

LC: [ Well, I am not suggesting YYou can't get a moirail even if YYou wanted to. ] LC: [ And well. ]

ID: and cheat on myself? never.

ID: it's impossible to break up with yourself. i'm pretty sure.

SA: you could look at your reflection and tell it you are done with its shit.

AA: ^^^^

ID: i don't take breakups well, i'd start strangling myself. =:'(

AA: brneak the mirnrnorn!!

LC: [ I mean, that works. ]

SA: "i'm finding a REAL moirail now!"

AA: yeah!!

SA: this tells me a lot more about hadean's coping mechanisms than I would like

ID: why are you all so against me as my moirail, hella rude.

SA: note to self: strangulation is a hazard.

ID: i cope just fine!

AA: bc you desernve a prnettiern one, duh, and we only want the best form you. >:}

SA: technically I am my own moirail too only I haven't stated it outloud.

AA: and by best, we mean prnettiest.

SA: so no one can drag me.

SA: ... oh...

ID: i'm pretty as fuck. =>:P

LC: [ Well, maYYbe we care about YYou. ] LC: [ I might not know YYou as well as the others but. I think the others might be able to vouch for mYY words. ]

AA: prni. prniiiiiii.

LC: [ Prisma. ]

AA: I'm gonna drnag you now.

ID: yeah let's focus on pri he needs this more.

SA: do you want to see me make this chat sad in one sentence.

AA: ❤

SA: i'm going to.

SA: my inhibitor is my moirail.

SA: 😃

AA: oh, gtfo m

LC: [ When YYou saYY no one can drag YYou, that's a prettYY open invitation. ]

LC: [ Uhm. ]

ID: i mean. i guess it does stop you from doing anything too dumb.

LC: [ I... guess. ]

AA: hads, n.

AA: that's dumb and yrn dumb.

AA: almost as dumb as that statement. >:{

SA: it stops me from destroying myself which is the same thing, right.

ID: yeah!

SA: you narrowly limbo under death and I narrowly avoid having a catastrophic meltdown.

ID: now if it'll shock you when you blab too much.

SA: you already do that.

SA: oh wait doe this mean I can't use hearts anymore.

SA: <>

ID: whoa there pris, don't make me get jealous over myself.

SA: hahaha

AA: wait wtf you knew what hrnts werne the entirne time??

ID: back off my man.

ID: i'll cut you.

LC: [ YYou guYYs could reallYY use a moirail. ]

SA: ... what do you mean I knew what hearts were the entire time.

SA: of course I knew what i meant everytime I did this

SA: ❤

SA: I can't believe you all thught i was enough of a space cadet to not know.

SA: oh my god.

AA: oh my god, i take back my hrnt at you, weirndo.

ID: i got my moirai yern, duh.

AA: Ö H M Y G Ö D. fuck offffff. >:}

ID: i can't let myself hear all this negative talk about myself. i'll get mad.

AA: yrn exactly that level of space cadet.

ID: and hey pris i figured you knew what they meant.

ID: i mean. it's a heart.

ID: you're naive, not idiotic.

SA: oh so sipara just thought I was a fool.

SA: alright I see how it is.

SA: it's not weird, it's a way of denoting affection.

SA: my hearts are platonic.

SA: unless specified otherwise.

ID: 🖤

SA: oh it's invisible.

ID: use that one. really fuck with trolls.

SA: thank you ❤

LC: [ Ah, uh. I forgot to finish mYY sentence. ] LC: [ Hadean, well I trust YYou that it works so I hope it will keep working. ] LC: [ And uh. Invisible hearts? ]

ID: 🖤 🖤 🖤

ID: are they invisible? i see them.

LC: [ I see. For sYYmbolizing "platonic love" but not in the <> sense? ]

SA: they look sort of invisible on my phone but my backlight is dark.

LC: [ Or did I just miss the point. ]

SA: i think it's more for kismesisitude crossed with matespritship.

ID: they don't have a white heart this is bullshit.

LC: [ ... Wouldn't that be a black heart? ]

AA: i can't see them eithern. >:{

SA: well it is a black hert.

ID: 💙 we can use this one for platonic hearts?

SA: but that requires... finding it in the list.

AA: haaads, stop trn - nnnnn.

AA: and it's blue!!

SA: or you could all assume that if I'm using a heart... it's... platonic.

ID: 💚

SA: and you all can use the multicolored rainbow hearts.

SA: nevermind I like that one.

SA: that's my new heart.

SA: it's my color.

AA: prni, it's way morne fun if yrn, like, madly in love with evernyone, tho.

ID: there you go!

LC: [ Ah. ] LC: [ Noted. ] LC: [ And it is. ] LC: [ Sipara please. ]

ID: i fixed everything. again.

SA: yes, sipara. I will die for you i am so in. love. with you.

AA: yrn like the rnomcom lead we nevern wanted!!

SA: Hadean too

SA: everyone in this chat.

LC: [ Heh. ]

SA: you are all. my matesprit.

AA: amazing. >:} wait no wow back it up.

ID: hey i don't share! rude!

SA has sent :/.png it's a selfie of him makng an even more unamused face than usual

LC: [ Incredible. ]

SA: oh so I can only pick one is that it.

AA: it's gotta be unrneciprocated, that's wherne the com comes in!!

ID: i though the com comes from them both feeling romantic inclinations but not knowing how to act on them correctly.

AA has sent DUH.PNG. It's a selfie of her sticking out her tongue like a mature adult.

AA: why not both, hads??

SA: I thught the commeant comedy.

LC: [ YYou must pick Prisma. ] LC: [ Though while I understand it's currentlYY for amusement's sake. ]

LC: [ ... I hope. ]

SA: Who has to pick prisma.

SA: this is morphing into a dystopian love carat.

SA: everyone wants me and I don't want anyone.

ID has sent ravishingromcominterest.png! It's a selfie of him with his hair down making the most overdramatic puppy eyes.

AA: p surne i watched an anime like that once. >:P

SA: anti-harem.

AA: !!!

SA: Put those eyes away, Hadean.

ID: never.

SA: i don't wnat that face on my phome.

ID: too late.

SA: damn you.

ID: =:PPPPP

SA: 💚

LC: [ Well, I got some romantic interest lYYing elsewhere, so I have alreadYY picked them. SorrYY for letting YYou down Prisma. ]

AA: why keep yrn hairn brnaided?? it's so fucking shiny.

SA: oh, well, yern.

ID: uh because it fucking tangles to fucking hell. duh.

SA: that's fine I didn't want you anywyas.

SA: i am now the spiteful lead.

SA: it's called conditioner.

AA: y, why not brnush it morne and keep it unbrnaided??

LC: [ Well, no offense was taken. ]

AA: Y E A H.

ID: and yeah i got some sweet hair. even though i abuse the fuck out of it.

ID: conditioner costs cash!

ID: and i don't want to be brushing it 24/7 when i'm traveling.

SA: at least put it in a ponytail every so often.

LC: [ WhYY would YYou need to brush it 24/7 while travelling. ] LC: [ Just brush it at the morning, then at the evening. If the weather is windYY, tie it up. ]

SA: wouldn't it be easier to have short hair because you can't take careo f it....?

SA: get a hipster cut like mine.

LC: [ Well I happen to have quite a long hair and I also travel alot. ]

SA: i now advocate you being bald.

LC: [ It's manageable, and also up to what others feel comfortable with. ]

LC: [ Well, no thank YYou. MYY hair is prettYY nice as it is. ]

LC: [ I have a feeling being bald got more disadvantages than advantages to it. ]

SA: not if you wear hats.

SA: I am not tired for once and I don't know how to feel about this.

LC: [ I am not a fan of hats. TheYY are weird. ] LC: [ Wouldn't YYou feel, well, content? Not feeling like falling into a nap for once. ]

ID: i like my braid. =:I

SA: I will make you a daisy chain to loop in it when you come shopping.

ID: my face doesn't look as nice with short hair i don't think.

AA: nnnn, don't cut yrn hairn. long headfluff is bettern, obvs. prni, you should grnow yrns out. >:P

ID: why is your hair short then sips.

SA: i'll grow mine out when I'm ready to commit to a domestic stepford quad.

SA: 😐

LC: [ Well that sounds quite unfortunate. ]

SA: why is your hair short, then, yes

AA: it was down to the floorn, tyvm, and some chucklefuck cut it off.

AA: >:1

LC: [ Long hair can be quite useful. ]

SA: ...what is its use? as a rope?

LC: [ It can warm the back YYour neck during winter. YYou could use it to get cozYY with the help of it. And no. ]

ID: ah man that sucks. =:/

ID: cull them for it?

ID: or chop their hair back? =>:D

SA: scalp them.

SA: two birds one stone.

LC: [ And oh. Did YYou fight them back Sipara? ]

AA: lmfao. that was like, six pernigees ago. it's way longern than it was. and y, y, dnw, i cut off theirn frnonds and fed them to them. >:P

AA: bettern than culling!

SA: that's even worse than i imagined.

ID: i mean i don't go to cold places too much and i'm constantly warm, so. i just like my hair.

SA: I feel sick now.

SA: not really.

ID: hahahah, that'll teach 'em.

AA: it's a jk, nerndlet.

SA: I wish i had someone to get breakfast with.

SA: it did teach them I am sure.

SA: and also brutally traumatized them

ID: damn, i liked the feeding them fronds idea.

ID: what. was it the yellow chucklefuck?

ID: ....fillin?

SA: ....yellow chucklefuck?

LC: [ Well that's a combination of words I didn't expect to see... together. ]

ID: it's some sparkplug that got brainwashed in to being downw ith clowns or something, dnw.

LC: [ Wow. How unfortunate. Like, genuinelYY unfortunate. ]

SA: that's. horrific.

SA: I still can't believe we have...

LC: [ It is. ]

SA: nevermind.

SA: I am a good person.

AA: haha, n, it was a lame-o teal frnom the rning. same place as my face. >:1 AA: and hmm?

AA: haha, it's a little fucked, y.

SA: teals are unusually arrogant.

LC: [ Well, I most definitelYY don't want to know how manYY non-purplebloods got "brainwashed" to be part of the Dark Carnival. ]

ID: teals are the worst. they're in that in-between area that makes them overcompensate.

AA: ^

ID: i mean it's no worse than young psis getting brainwashed by everything else that'll brainwash you. really.

SA: military.

LC: [ MYY experiences with tealbloods been reallYY... mixed. But there are some who are trulYY trYYing to overcompensate. ]

SA: trafficking.

SA: etc

ID: exactly. we're such a hot commodity doncha know.

LC: [ Well, anYYkind of brainwashing is still brainwashing and negativelYY well... affects the troll in question. ]

SA: in some ways it was a positive experience for me.

AA: oh my god.

LC: [ YYou are the rare exception in that case. ]

LC: [ Unless it was pure sarcasm. Then nevermind. ]

ID: i mean. trolls like pris are becoming depressingly more common, y'know?

SA: no, I did learn much more from my program than I would haveb eing left on planet without being put in.

SA: But I would also still have complete feelings.

ID: they're deciding we don't last long enough to get a happy wrigglerhood.

SA: so you tell me.

SA: yes.

SA: My saboteur training began as soon as I was old enough to think and obey.

LC: [ I am aware. ]

AA: idk, it ain't that bad, if you don't have them cutting into yrn pan. AA: i mean, we'rne all gonna end up in the militarny anyway. >:/

SA: 😃 will we

ID: i mean. that's a big if for some of us there sips.

SA: I won't.

ID: you were already in the military pris, that counts.

SA: damn you.

LC: [ Well, I wish lowerbloods got more leewaYY just as higherbloods. And I don't have manYY intentions to be part of the militarYY. ]

SA: no but if you are sorted there then you will be but if not you will be fine.

SA: if I were recaptured and retested I would still tesr for the military based on psionics but also because my protective instincts are outrageously high.

SA: lavender chai sounds good.

LC: [ Well I'd rather not. I am a cartographer and a mapmaker, not a troll who wants to deal with official paperwork and not seeing a planet for the rest of mYY lifespan. ] LC: [ ... And I am aware I am more fortunate that I can counter-argue against it. ]

SA: you could become part of recon

ID: i mean yer is high enough, he'll get some more choice.

ID: esp if he's actually good at what he wants to do.

ID: ...you're a he, right.

LC: [ Well, I positivelYY am. And YYes. ]

ID: see? nothing for him to worry about.

LC: [ If I happened to end up as a ship captain or anYYthing (Not sure if I'd qualifYY), I'd probablYY do mYY best to provide mYY crew an actuallYY pleasant... work experience. ]

LC: [ Which is a major "If", cause being a ship captain sounds stressful. ]

ID: man, my pumper breaks for you. =:P

LC: [ I see YYour sarcasm and I am not going to counter it with sarcasm. ]

ID: good because i would have had to make it weird if you did.

SA: I don't know if you want praise for this attempt to be a decent person or not

ID: c'mon pris, he's trying! that's better than like. most of the highbloods in here.

LC: [ ... Prisma. ] LC: [ I am aware I am "priviliged" and no waYY will I ever experience what lowerbloods got to go through. ]

LC: [ I am prettYY self-aware, thank YYou verYY much. ]

SA: I never said you weren't.

LC: [ Well, some implications were there. AnYYwaYY. I am not going to go into anYYkind of sob stories. ] LC: [ I am just generallYY trYYing to be a decent troll and not judge one bYY it's caste if theYY happen to be lower on the spectrum. ]

ID: so yern, you watch lord of the rings.

LC: [ I saw it a long while ago with a friend. WhYY? ]

ID: because i just watched it and i now judge everyone based on which eyecandy they like best.

ID: so c'mon. desert island, stuck with one of them. which one.

AA: hads taste is shit, btw.

ID: fuck off aragon was alright for a fish.

ID: though i did like her better before i knew she was a fish.

ID: bitch tricked me in to liking her. D:<=

EA: +Can confirm. Shit tast=.-

ID: you guys could've told me she was a fish!

AA: wrnong, legolas was totes bettern. AA: but ikrn? she was sornt of qt if you didn't know she was hiding fucking gills.

LC: [ Well, I am not a big movie buff and it's been awhile ago since I saw it, so I'd have to rewatch it to make a decision based on it. ]

ID: i was betrayed by all of you and i'll never forgive you.

AA: U N F Ö RN T U N A T E L Y.

ID: http://img14.deviantart.net/142f/i/2013/233/e/4/lady_aragorn_1_by_lauratolton-d6j3xy7.jpg

ID: so much better before she was totally revealed as a fish. =:'(

EA: +W=ll, h=r b=ing garbag= had nothing to do with th= fins, r=ally. If you ask m=. - EA: +It was th= fact that sh= was in a garbag= movi= s=ri=s.-

ID: i mean it could have used like. 200% more bloodshed.

ID: the talking parts got too fancy and boring sometimes. =:/

LC: [ Well, that's what YYou get when the director is a seadweller. ]

SA: Legolas is perfect. And you're making a mistake Hadean

ID: legolas was too flimsy looking for me. =:'(

EA: +L=golas is fangirl bait =:|-

ID: yeah why'd he get all the super cool fight sequences.

AA: legolas is hot af and you can both fight me, soz.

SA: oh so am I too flimsy too 😢

ID: sorry pris, you couldn't even beat me in throwing knives. =:P

ID: get gud.

AA: y, prni. he is the twig judging the rnest of the fornest.

SA: it's okay when you're vetter I'll properly destroy you.

ID: swoon. =:PPPPPP

SA: if that's all it takes why not gimli...

SA: oh-- true, sipara

ID: because gimli wasn't hot!

ID: duh.

EA: +L=golas do=sn't =v=n look lik= h= could kick down a door without br=aking his lifts.- EA: +Giv= m= a strong girl clad in armor with a broadsword any night of th= w==k inst=ad.-

LC: [ So do YYou pick faves based* on their looks, Hadean? ]

ID: a mix of looks and being able to kick ass.

SA: Hadean is a shallow mother fucker of course he does

LC: [ Well, figures. ]

ID: says the guy who rated me a 7/10!

SA: well you are a 7/10 this is a logical facr

EA: +7/10 is g=n=rous-

AA: come watch me flarnp, gausia, you'll totes swoon. >:P

ID: says the one who shaves stars in her hair.

AA: y, clearnly he is 8/10, stfu.

EA: +I would if you practic=d prop=r hyg=ni=, mayb= =:P-

SA: 😳

ID: i can only go up from 8/10.

LC: [ Well. ]

EA: +Do you hav= som=thing against stars? Stars ar= hott=r than you'll =v=r b=! By s=v=ral d=gr==s!-

AA: n, mud is my aesthetic, soz yrn 2lame to apprneciate.

LC: [ Stars are much hotter than anYYone in here, in fact. ]

EA: +^-

ID: i mean body-temperature wise maybe. but i'm pretty unnaturally hot that way too. =:P

LC: [ Well Hadean, a star still beats YYou nonetheless. ]

LC: [ SorrYY to disappoint YYou. ]

SA: Hadean is a 10/10 for being hell to share a bed with

SA: I am feeling shockingly lucid today it's wonderful

EA: +That r=minds m=, I do n==d to g=t Sipara som= stuff from Lush som=tim=. Mayb= th=n sh= can prop=rly b= brib=d into taking a bath.-

LC: [ ... Do I want to know the details Prisma? ]

ID: c'mere and i'll put my burning star hands on you.

ID: what's a lush.

SA: Someone who drinks and flirts

ID: ...sip is already kinda a lush isn't she.

SA: also don't touch me with your grubby star hands

AA: lmfao. Y E S.

ID: i meant ea pris. but i'll grab you too. =:P

SA: at least use some sanitizer first

AA: accornding to the tabloids. and you. app. >:P

SA: oh! The betrayal

ID: i'm about to get in to the bath, i'll be hella clean. =>:I

SA: 🛁

LC: [ YYou most definitelYY will be, Hadean. ]

ID: just gotta, y'know. juggle a phone and try not smacking my broke ass arm on the way in.

EA: +Oh, right. Uh. Lush is sort of lik=... a plac= wh=r= you go to g=t, uh... bath products that ar= usually d=void of ch=micals that can b= harmful to your skin, and stuff? It's sort of hoity toity highblood stuff, but, th= stuff sm=lls r=ally good...- EA: +Also bath bombs. Mak= your whol= bath tub look lik= spac= or lik=, a uh... tropical, fruity thing. I am not th= b=st at this.-

ID: ...sips i want to go to a lush. =:I is there a lush on the drive.

LC: [ Well YYou'd have an easier time not having YYour phone with YYou, especiallYY if onlYY one of YYour hands is free due to the other... being broken. ] LC: [ What did YYou do at the carnival that YYou managed to break it? ]

ID: fought a jade with a halberd. duh.

ID has sent itstotesgettingbetter.png! Boy is that a broke arm. But it's giving a thumbs up.

LC: [ Oh. Well. ] LC: [ At least YYou are doing well, nonetheless. ]

SA: i am going to slap you if you don't stop using that hand

AA: .. gausia, wtf you trnying to buy me lush forn? >:}

SA: she is making unsubtle advances obviously

SA: 😐

AA: and y, we can find one. but also pls slap him, prni. AA: wtf is it out of the cast forn??

ID: it got itchy.

SA: HADEAN

EA: +This was a jok= that larg=ly got out of my hands, onc=... I finally und=rstood that no on= knows what Lush is.- EA: +Shut up, SA.-

AA: .. let me cornrnect that. you can buy me lush, Gausie, but you still ain't allowed in the trnap. soz. >:P

ID: just give the free lush to me. duh.

SA: 🤣

SA: gausia

SA: we've met before

EA: +I don't want to b= in your trap! It would b= an actual, lit=ral trap!-

SA: 🤔

EA: +... Wait, what? hav= w=?-

SA: Prisma

SA: coffee.

SA: you spilt everything

EA: +... - EA: +No, totally don't know you. Not at all.-

AA: loool, what.

SA: 🤔🤔🤔

ID: well then.

EA: +Okay, list=n, if I kn=w =v=ryon= I accid=ntly tripp=d into, spill=d som=thing onto, or, you know, I would, uh.... w=ll....- EA: +... know a lot of p=opl=.-

SA: but we talked

ID: let's move on to a more interesting topic. also if i don't reply very often, you try typing and washing your ass-length hair at the same time.

SA: well some of us cut our hair off and keep our arms in our casts like we're supposed to

ID: casts are evil torture devices.

SA: I am dragging my hands down my face.

ID: that are coated in a substance to make your skin itch under it.

SA: that is literally not how that works

AA: dude, when yrn arnm heals crnooked, I'm gonna have to rnebrneak it to set it strn8.

LC: [ Well, casts are meant to be kept on to help YYour bones staYY in one place while the break heals, Hadean. ]

AA: and I'm gonna make fun of you the entirne fucking time.

LC: [ BYY taking it off, YYou are making it worse. ]

SA: how did we know it was set straight the first time. Did anybody get him an x ray

ID: it's fine. does it look crooked? no.

LC: [ Just as Sipara said. ]

SA: Your face is going to look crooked if I see you again 👀

SA: but not really

EA: +W= can always just cut your arm off and g=t you a prosth=tic! I'll =v=n giv= you a discount!-

SA: oh.

ID: fuck that, my arm is going to heal straight as an arrow and i'm gonna shove it in alll of your faces.

SA: if it doesn't though...

ID: also x ray pris do i look like i'm made of money.

LC: [ If YYou saYY so. Then we will see. ]

AA: we didn't need an xrnay, I do this all the time, prni. >:}

AA: and n, n cutting off anything, omfg.

LC: [ And if YYour arm heals crooked and needs to be well uh... get it to re-heal the right waYY, I could paYY for YYour X-RaYYs. ]

ID: gee lc, thanks. it won't happen because i'm sturdy af but a+ using your powers for good right there.

AA: lmao, n. he's my patient, i totally got it coverned. >:}

ID: i mean who here hasn't broken bones before.

LC: [ I am not sure if that's a good thing, Sipara. ]

AA: haha, excuse me?

ID: hey sips is an a+ mediculler.

ID: i mean with all the fights she gets in to, patching herself up is enough to make her like. an expert.

AA: n, hush, let him finish, i am fucking curnious what mapboy thinks he knows abt mediculling.

ID: http://i.imgur.com/1AvMrPv.mp4

AA: >:P

LC: [ Well I am not sure if YYou got a medical training but YYour approach seems to be usuallYY more drastic, from what I can... see. ] LC: [ Not just from before but YYour general demeanour. No offense. ]

EA: +I got popcorn, who wants som=?-

ID: yoooo hmu.

LC: [ SorrYY to tell YYou but I am not here to start a fight through the internet, just state an opinion. ]

ID: sorry bud, you're in a fight now.

AA: oh, shit, if yrn not arnguing overn my crnedentials, yrn just qqing bc of my rnough pernsonality, then who the fuck am i to take offense?

AA: herne's an opinion: go choke on an entirne bulge. AA: xoxo. >:}

LC: [ ... No thanks. ]

LC: [ I'd rather not. ]

AA: rnly? yeah, guess not, wtf was I thinking. AA: go choke on yrn own bulge, how's that, brnah.

LC: [ Won't do that either, I am not nastYY. ]

EA: +Com= back to th= hot=l th=n!!!! B=for= w= =at it all.-

ID: i just got in the bath. =:'(

ID: got suds alll through my hair.

AA: now put conditionern in it. >:}

ID: i didn't buy any. you got conditioner?

EA: +Call room s=rvic=.-

AA: i am not trnekking overn to brning you conditionern. >:1

ID: i'm trekking over to you then. =:P can i use your trap to finish this bath.

AA: .. lmao, uhh. AA: y, surne, why not.

EA: +... you b=tt=r hav= a tow=l or I am actually going to call th= polic=.-

ID: dnw, i will not give you mental scars. got this sweet fucking robe.

SA: I left to get a frozen chai and I come back to this.

ID: sorry pris, you guys tell me to use conditioner, i gotta get it somehow.

SA: lord.

SA: maybe you need a bath set

AA: dw, it's warnm outside.

ID: i like baths. i just don't get them very often!

ID: omw sips, don't worry.

AA: and can a bathset beat my awesome conversation, prni?? obvs not. not even if you put my pan in a jarn with speakerns and those little floaties.

SA: 😦 I want to have bathtub conversations

ID: dnw pris, i'll still keep chatting on here while i'm chatting with sips. =:P

SA: yes but it's not the same as hearing your voice 💚

AA: go rnun a bath and it can be T W I C E of em. >:}

SA: 😂

SA: I could take a bath but I have no reason to. I'm still clean

ID: take a bath just for the fun of baths, duh!

AA: do it to paint yrn nails!

SA: mmrm

SA: paint my nails...

ID: man, sometime i'll drag the both of you to a hotspring.

ID: clearly that's the best option for bath chats.

SA: fine. I will draw a bath.

AA: make them prnetty! and glue shit in 'em.

SA: why would I glue things to them I have to work.

AA: and omg. >:} yyyy. therne arne, like, hot canals nearn my hive, but they'rne full of fish.

AA: to make them prnetty, duh, keep up.

SA: I don't have any bath bombs

SA: hot canals.. full of fish

SA: that sounds alarming

ID: i've found some springs that are fish-free. take some time off both of you and we can go.

SA: some fish eat skin in hot springs and it's good for you

ID: sips meant fish as in seadwellers. but that. eww.

SA: I'm going to drop my phone In here I'm sure

SA: oh.

SA; I thought she meant. Actual fish.

EA: +With th= discussion about sushi last night, I don't know if sh='s =v=r s==n a fish.- EA: +As in, an actual fish.-

AA: meant both. >:} but lmao, grnoss!

AA: ofc I did, nerndass, I lived on the coast forn two sweeps. seen, like, all the fish everny fish. evern the tentacle fish.

SA: you mean octopi and squids

ID: quick warning, almost to the room, hide your poor little blueblood eyes soon gaus.

SA: or jelly fish

AA: n, i meant tentacle fish. don't you brning that highblood shit into my hive. >:P

ID: my hand is full of phone so knock knock sips, hope you got the good conditioner in there. =:P

SA: 😠 I'll bring my high blood shit where I want

SA: okay I feel the joys of feeling slowly leaving.

SA: now I'm just tired. The bathtub tricked me

AA: brnb, brnb, be rnight therne.

ID: ahahah sorry pris. baths can be hella calming.

SA: you did this to me

SA: do you have a favorite scent

ID: i like spicy scents.

ID: but i don't know if they make hair stuff spicy.

ID: and by spicy i mean, like... cinnamon.

EA: +So do=s that m=an I n==d to r=turn th= jal=p=no bath bomb?-

ID: wow do i look like a masochist?

ID: i mean. the shoulder wound and broken arm might have thrown you off.

ID: so. fair assumption i guess.

SA: what about cinnamon and apple? Cardimom?

ID: apples smell alright, but just. anything spicy i like sniffing.

SA: oh, I should show you my cologne sometime, perhaps you'd like that.

SA: oud has a very specific scent.

SA: it's like sandalwood and spice.

ID: huh. sounds nice. let me sniff you up. =:P

SA: I will let you smell my wrist, let's keep a cap on sniffing.

ID: i'll take it. should've known you'd wear cologne. mr. fancy pants. =:P

SA: of course I do. I have a collection.

SA: it's one of my favorite things to shop for.

ID: sorry, got busy washing my hair.

SA: good, now it will be silky and beautiful.

SA: and not. bloody and dirty.

ID: I got the blood and dirt out of it like yesterday. =:P

SA: But was it washed and conditioned?

ID: i shampooed it! just not conditioner.

ID: it's hard to wash with just the one arm.

SA: If you keep complaining about it someone may offer to help you and I don't believe you want that.

SA: the more i listen the more i enjoy having short hair.

SA: I drink your tears.

ID: this is just some nice venting, not looking for sympathy/help! =:P

ID: yeah but my hair is cool as fuck.

ID: when i'm not dealing with a broken arm.

SA: You don't even deal with it when your arm isn't broken, though. It is pinned in a braid all the same.

SA: i am blowing disappointed bubbles into my bathwater i want you to know this.

ID: i brush it sometimes!

AA: n, no helping allowed, it'll be hilarnious when it frnizzes.

ID: ...does conditioner make it frizz.

ID: fucking rude sips. i wasn't told about this.

ID: now you gotta help me brush it so it doesn't.

AA: n, conditione AA: totally does make it frnizz, y.

SA: only if you use fluffing conditioner

AA: sinistern fucking shit rnight therne. >:}

ID: am i going to be fluffy now. =:I

SA: hotel conditioner is too cheap. I hope.

SA: I don't know. We'll have to find out who is right

AA: not if we brnush it, duh.

ID: hope you have a brush.

SA: you just said you wouldn't --

ID: where's the hairdryer.

ID: ...also should have brought clothes with me.

ID: i didn't think this through.

AA: i wasn't, but then he said i gotta, so w/e, w/e AA: do i look like i have a hairndrniern, dude? and

AA: lmfao omggg.

AA: p surne gausia is nevern gonna let you out of the trnap now, so, like, i hope you can eat soap. >:}

ID: hotels have hairdryers. i'll let myself out if i fucking have to. =:I the robe covers like. all of me.

SA: 😂

ID: unless the sight of my head, neck, and some calf are enough to kill her.

SA: possibly

ID: rip gausia then.

SA: I have to cease bathtub otherwise I will fall asleep here and I'd like to sleep in my bed

SA: see you later, Hadean, Sipara. Gausia.

ID: later pris.

AA: l8rn, dude.

ID: if gausia is gonna be a wriggler, come in here. =>:I

AA: see, if you wernen't a candle monstern, we'd have an easy solution. >:{ AA: lucky forn you, i am a fucking E N G I N E E RN.

ID: wtf is a candle monster.

AA: ... y'know, like, the wax museum things. except they'rne rnly fucking tall, and smothern ppl. also, coverned in wax. AA: get w yrn cinema, duh.

ID: i told you i don't watch movies. and why am i a candle monster.

AA: neway. Ï have made you the best fucking gift, and it's called S H E E T S. wrnap it like a tunic! voilaaa. >:}

AA: starnt watching them. be less lame!

ID: whatever, tunic sheets it is. and my phone speakers don't work and my husktop only works like. every now and then.

AA: and bc yrn also tall and drnippy. jfc, hads, keep up.

AA: prnobs bc you keep it all in a tent, dude. >:} js.

AA: also btw bettern be decent bc i am coming in in, like, five.

ID: my tent rocks and i'm decent af.