#guess I'm calling it a courtyard lol

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

Image 6 (3 down on the right) is the closest, but still considerably wider the one I'm referring to, which also didn't have multiple entrances. Is it still a courtyard if its entire purpose is just an entryway into the building? This was not a hangout space. You could sit on the stairs by the single entrance and it had room for a couple of bikes, but that was it.

What is it called when a single building has a path to the front door that has walls of the building on both sides? Like, at the front of the building there's a gate, and you go inside the gate and on each side is a wing(?) of the building with windows, maybe even balconies, but you're still outside and have to walk like fifty feet to the actual front door.

[kingkat12]

pornography (eric draven x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, groping/fondling, dry-humping lol, mentions of substance abuse

summary: when you finally talk to Eric Draven in rehab, it doesn't take long before you get drawn together by a force stronger than anything you have ever encountered. it doesn’t help the situation that you eventually find out Eric has been drawing pictures of you… nude

word count: 2,337 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

a/n: this is for all the girlies like me that just came home from watching The Crow and got their mind blown by how hot Bill was in it... holy fuck. had to write this blurb because I am so shaken up, I can't feel my face. enjoy!! there will be more parts hihi...

"I fucking hate pink," 

I couldn't believe that was the first thing I said to him-- the dark and broody stranger I had been eyeing through my first few weeks in rehab. He stared back at me, confusion swimming in his big green eyes, probably pondering why I had sat down next to him in the cafeteria. "Pardon?"

"It's a little ridiculous," I tried, watching as he put down his cutlery, pushing his food away as he gave me his full attention. Tugging at my pink sweater, which we were all wearing, I let out a nervous chuckle. "Whose idea was it to put a lot of addicts in pink, anyway?"

My eyes darted down to his hands as I waited for his answer-- they were huge up close, and completely covered in tattoos. I hadn't noticed them from afar; I had only noticed the ones peeking through the top of his shirt when he would pass me by in the hall, or the big eye he had on his chest that I had seen while passing by his room. I knew it wasn't nice to peek into his room while he was changing, but I was quite frankly starved of any male contact-- any girl would go crazy in here. 

He eventually shrugged, giving me the answer I least expected; "I guess pink is supposed to be a calming colour. It's not that bad," I watched as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, giving away hints of amusement. "Aren't you girls supposed to like pink?"

"Maybe," I mumbled, nudging food around on my plate with my fork. "I just don't like to wear it. It doesn't suit me."

The handsome stranger didn't seem to agree, another shrug following accompanied by a shy laugh. "I can't figure out whether you're being sincere or searching for compliments,"

This was most definitely not how I wanted to come off. I straightened up, resting my elbows against the table as I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying to make conversation,"

"... Why?"

"Because you've been staring at me almost as much as I've been staring at you," I put down my fork, hoping he didn't see how nervous I was. In truth, he had been staring-- it wasn't all purely one-sided. I had caught him staring at me in the courtyard, on my way to the shower, and I had also caught him lingering outside my room several times. He would usually leave when I came out, disappearing down the hall with speed I wouldn't even dream to catch up with. 

He finally gave in to a smirk, nodding to himself as he lowered his head. "Sorry," It was clear that he hadn't thought he'd be called out like this. However, something told me he wasn't too upset about being caught either. 

"Don't be," I said, feeling my anxiety ripping through my veins. Why was I indulging? "I just--"

It was at this moment that a guard appeared behind him, yanking him away from the table with a harshness that made me gasp. I clasped my hand over my mouth, watching as he barely reacted to the brutality. 

"Guys and girls eat separately!" the guard yelled at me, slamming his fist down on the table. 

My eyes widened, looking back at the handsome stranger. "But I-- I was the one who sat down here, he didn't do anything!" I protested, watching as the guard grabbed him and led him away. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated with the rules at this place. Why was it so fucking strict?

I eventually looked up just in time to see that the man had managed to turn around, smirking my way; "I'm Eric!" he said, holding back a laugh as he was shoved along the cafeteria for everyone to see.

Despite the horror washing over me for getting him in trouble, I managed to croak out my name as well. It seemed that he appreciated that I had at least tried to stick up for him-- What was it that I had just started?

My question would be answered a lot quicker than I had expected. 

A few days passed, and more looks and stares were exchanged. I was dying to talk to Eric again. I knew I hadn't been sent to rehab to make friends or get feelings for someone, but something was gnawing at me to talk to him again. I wanted to be around him constantly; what was happening to me? I recognized this feeling-- it was the same feeling I got when I really, really craved something... Fuck, how I missed drugs. Maybe Eric was turning into a substitute?

It wasn't often that the door to Eric's room was open, but today it was. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken the extra lap around the institute as usual, hoping to get a glimpse of him through the small window in his door. But today, I didn't have to get on my tippytoes to get a look-- there he was, picking up several drawings that had been scattered around the floor. His room looked like a mess, completely unlike how I was used to seeing it through the tiny window. This looked like the result of one of those raids that the prison guards sometimes did when they suspected there were hidden drugs in a patient's room. 

I felt sorry for him; I knew how horrible it could feel to have someone rip through all your stuff. But as I bent down and picked up a few drawings that were at my feet, my lips parted in surprise.

It seemed I wasn't the only one caught off guard; Eric noticed me standing in his doorway, letting out a relieved sigh as he watched me inspect his drawings. He called out my name, leaning against the wall as he sized me up and scanned me, crossing his arms over his chest. 

I cleared my throat; "Is this... me?" I held up the first drawing of the bunch. It was a sketch of me sitting in the courtyard, and I was sure that it was me-- I suppose it was my shock asking for confirmation. 

Eric snickered, kicking off the wall. "Yeah... Sorry,"

"Stop saying sorry," I shuffled through the drawings, finding he had drawn me in multiple settings, and it was clear that I had been watched the few weeks I'd been here. "These are beautiful, Eric... I guess I'm honoured--" My words trailed off as I finally approached the last drawing. Was that...?

He didn't even try to take it away from me. Eric sighed, looking away as his cheeks flushed a light pink, similar to our uniforms. 

Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling he wasn't so against me seeing this. It was a sketch of me, after all-- nude. 

I had to swallow rather hard for anything to go down. I couldn't pinpoint why I wasn't absolutely horrified at this.  "So... this is what you've been up to in here, huh?" There was no stopping the smirk that spread across my lips, holding back a flustered giggle. "This is next-level pervy, do you know that?"

It didn't take long before Eric's big hands ripped the drawings out of my hands, turning away as he shook his head. "Every artist needs a muse, no?"

"A muse? How can I be your muse if we don't know each other?"

"That's not how it works," he mumbled, throwing away the drawings into a heap on the bed. "Your beauty is all I need to get inspired."

This was enough to shock me into silence. I inhaled a sharp breath, stepping into Eric's room despite knowing it was forbidden. "So now you think I'm beautiful?"

Eric hummed, finally turning to meet my eyes. "It hasn't been the biggest secret, has it?" There was something playful about him, shameless, as though it didn't matter to him that I had just found his handmade porn. "It gets a little lonely in here, I guess. These drawings just... run out of me like water. Can't control it."

There was something so unimaginably tantalizing about Eric. Everything about him made me want to jump him then and there-- was it maybe the result of my withdrawals that were turning my brain into further mush? In a normal setting, this would have creeped me out to infinity and beyond, but knowing this was coming from the man I had been lusting after from afar for several weeks made me excuse it in a heartbeat. 

I had no idea what possessed me to close the door to his room and lock it, knowing the repercussions could be severe if we were caught. But Eric didn't seem to mind; his green eyes widened, watching my every move like a hawk.

"It was really pretty and all... The drawing, I mean," I said, inching closer to where he had sat down on the bed. "But would you maybe want some inspiration for the next one?"

Eric's plush, pink lips parted, eyes rounding out in surprise. Despite his shock, his big hands reached out for me as I came closer, and he pulled me in between his legs. I could feel him caressing my back through my shirt, holding me with the utmost gentle touch. "I'll take all I can get," he murmured, looking up at me through his brows, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. 

I let out a giggle as he pressed his lips against my stomach through my shirt, enjoying the intense feeling of someone against my skin again after all this time. Eric pulled away, glancing at the door before slowly trailing his fingers under my shirt, testing the waters. 

It didn't take long before that wasn't enough for him-- my breath hitched as Eric grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him on the bed. I barely had time to think before the euphoric feeling of being kissed engulfed me. Our lips met in an open, soft kiss, almost as though we were scared to break the other if we were too needy or harsh. As I straddled him, I felt his hands tugging at my shirt, dipping back under the fabric once more. His fingers gently ghosted over my lower back, eventually ending up trailing small circles with his thumbs along the underside of my bra. 

If I hadn't been so starved of any human contact in here, I would've never jumped the opportunity like this. But none of us knew how long we had until the guards would bust us, and it only fueled the adrenaline pumping through our veins. Our kisses became desperate, hungry, and I let out a whimper against his lips as he took the liberty of cupping my chest, feeling me up to his heart's delight. I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw him, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers-- I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what. 

I could feel Eric's cock twitch beneath me, clearly aroused. It was also at this moment that he made me sit up, tugging my shirt off of me before laying back down to scan me. Was he memorizing my body for his next sketch? It wasn't every night that I had a handsome stranger beneath me like this, so I allowed him to trail his hands up and down my body, lips parting in delight. "Fuck... Yeah, this will do," he murmured, pupils dilating at the sight before him whether he wanted them to or not.

"You sure?" I asked, giggling to myself. My hands rested against his broad chest, letting out a sigh of delight; God, he was sexy. As I shifted in his lap, Eric's breath hitched as I seemingly sat down in the exact right spot. Almost as though he was possessed by instinct for a moment, he grabbed my hips, rocking me against him through the fabric of our clothes. 

Who would've thought I'd be dry-humping this stranger and enjoy it so much? My hands gripped his shirt, a quiet moan spilling past my lips-- I had forgotten this feeling. This was mostly something I did when I was a teenager, before I figured out how to have proper sex with my high school boyfriend. But it felt so damn fucking good, desperate; it didn't take long before I leaned back down, capturing his plush lips in another kiss. 

I craved him like water. I wanted him against me, in me, for him to take me in every possible position ever-- a deep, dark part of me knew I would be insatiable from now on. 

But our moment of ecstasy was interrupted when a guard started banging his fist against the door, his muffled yells barely registering through my arousal. Despite my dazed state, it didn't take me long to drape my shirt back on, climbing off Eric with wobbly knees. "Shit," I mumbled, turning to him with wide eyes. "I'm screwed. We're screwed."

Everything about him was so damn beautiful. The kiss-swollen lips definitely didn't help how gorgeous I thought he looked right now. Despite the situation, knowing we were in deep shit, Eric let out a soft chuckle; "I don't think you're screwed enough, actually. We'll get to that another time," 

My eyes widened as I gave into a light giggle. There was no way this was happening-- had my naughty rehab dreams come true? The guard banging against the door was drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears that festered through my mind as Eric leaned down to kiss me one last time; "I hope to see you around, if they don't kill us,"

"Yeah," I breathed, only now realizing how tall he was as I looked up to meet his gaze. This man was towering over me. Holy shit. "Can't wait to see your next masterpiece."

I couldn't wait. I really couldn't.

(a/n: PART 2, PART 3 here!! enjoy<33)

[bun-lapin]

Confessions

Summary: Floyd confesses his love to you.

A/N: Fourth one shot! This one is a bit on the short side as it was a pretty busy week for me. But I feel like I'm hitting a good stride with this series! Hopefully I don't run out of idea though lol lots of characters still to get through~

Confessions series: Rook, Kalim, Idia, Floyd, Vil, Silver, Leona, Trey / AO3

Standing under an ancient apple tree, you listen to the peaceful sounds of wind rustling through green leaves and birds chirping on a high branch. On the other side of the courtyard, you hear a handful of students having quiet, friendly conversations among themselves. You lean back against the gnarled bark of the tree with a sigh and let your eyes wander across the scene in front of you. You visually trace a path across the lush grass lawn, over a few wooden benches, down the paved pathway, and continue up the stone columns supporting the roof of the exterior corridor. Your gaze finally stops there on the corridor roof where Floyd sits, legs dangling over the side and lazily smiling down at you.

"Easy enough, right? Now come up here and join me!" Floyd calls down to you with a slight waggle of his fingers.

You walk over to stand on the pathway under Floyd’s perch and call up to him, “That was a very impressive parkour demonstration but”-you consider the considerable height from the ground to the roof and shake your head with a grimace- “there’s absolutely no way I’m going up there.”

Floyd gives you an exaggerated pout and whines, “Aww, that’s no fun shrimpy!” He reaches into his back pocket with a smirk on his face and holds up a small familiar looking object. “I guess that means you don't want your wallet back then."

You give all of your pockets a quick pat down before letting out a long frustrated sigh. That is indeed your wallet up there in Floyd’s hands. With your hands in your pockets you look over the lanky and relaxed figure sitting high above, and you briefly weigh your options. Your hands close around a small peppermint candy you had grabbed from the Mystery Shop earlier and an idea flashes in your mind.

“Floyd, I’m not going up there so why don’t you just DROP IT?!” you yell out the last few words as you pitch the small candy as hard as you can at the hand holding your wallet.

"Whoa Shrimpy!” Floyd nimbly dodges the thrown confectionery and looks down at you in disbelief. “Did you just throw something at me?!"

You look up at Floyd’s face, his eyes wide and his playful smile gone without a trace. For a few tense seconds, you stare at each other and you begin to wonder if you should make a run for it.

Floyd’s face suddenly breaks out into a wide, sharp grin and he throws his head back in a fit of high pitched laughter. He looks down at you, eyes sparkling with laughter and exclaims, “That's too hilarious! You're pretty bold, shrimpy! I guess that's why I like you." He smiles in an appreciative and relaxed way at you.

You cross your arms over your chest, regretting the failure of your candy plan, and reply in a dry, sarcastic voice, “Yup, that’s me. Just a regular old charmer. You’re so lucky to be my friend.”

Floyd’s smile drops instantly and is replaced by a small frown. "You're not hearing me right, shrimpy.” He stands up and places your wallet back into his pocket. “I said I like you."

You raise your eyebrows questioningly at him and reply, “Yeah that’s basically what I said, right?”

Floyd looks down at you in silence for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. He then takes a step off the corridor roof and lands as effortlessly as if he had just stepped off of the ground. You watch him casually walk over to you with rising curiosity and when he finally stops to stand in front of you with arms crossed over his chest, you tilt your head inquisitively at him.

After staring at you thoughtfully for a moment, Floyd smiles in a secretive way. His mismatched eyes twinkle playfully and crinkle at the corners, as if he knows something hilarious that you don’t. Reaching out towards you, he gently takes both of your hands in his and breezily says, “Let me phrase this in a way that makes it crystal clear for you.”

Floyd begins to slowly walk a circle around you and, with your hands still firmly held in his, you find yourself turning in a circle as well while still facing him. It’s almost as if the two of you are dancing some sort of very slow and lazy kind of waltz. You laugh softly at the thought and Floyd mirrors your laugh with one of his own. He leans a little closer to you and his voice is quiet yet excited, like he’s telling a funny story during class.

"I never know what I'm going to get with you. You're wild, unpredictable, and perfect. To me, you're like endless fireworks falling over the sea. One minute, hot sparks of gold and red. The next minute, cool sea foam floating on the water. Never the same way twice but more wonderful every time after."

He stops walking and, still holding on to you, Floyd looks you over in silence. His expression is one of pure appreciation and marvel. The way he looks it’s as if he’s found sunken treasure and you feel a pleasant tingling in your cheeks, swept up by Floyd’s infectious excitement. Studying his face, you think that it’s the most sincere you’ve ever seen him.

Leaning in closer still, Floyd places his lips close to your ear and whispers with an airy laugh, "A guy could really get hooked on someone like you."

He leans back and smirks when he sees your wide eyes and slightly flushed face. Giving your hands a quick and gentle squeeze, he finally lets go and reaches into his back pocket. He hands your wallet over to you and simply says, "Take a look inside."

With Floyd’s words and cryptic actions swirling and tumbling through your mind, you almost feel like bursting from curiosity and excitement. You open your wallet and in the main pocket you find a small folded piece of paper. Upon unfolding it, you see a message written in a familiar hand. Written in red ink are the words “I love you” with a tiny heart drawn in the corner of the paper.

You suddenly feel a large hand gently land on your shoulder and you look up from the message in your hands to find Floyd’s face right in front of yours. You softly gasp from surprise but with his hand on your shoulder you can’t step back. His face is so close you can almost count his eyelashes and you find yourself tracing the sloping lines of his eyes with your gaze. Looking at his odd colored eyes, one bright and one dark, you feel as if you’re simultaneously looking at the morning and evening sky. It’s a confusing yet exhilarating kind of feeling.

Floyd laughs softly and flashes you an easygoing grin. “So what do you think, Shrimpy? Did I surprise you?”

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

danganronpa v3 chapter 3 pre-investigation running commentary (writing down my thoughts live as i had them):

all that kaito and maki stuff i'd heard about prior to playing the game? i get it now, i've finally reached the bulk of the content. it's cute. the bright sunshiney guy dragging the murder girl around and making her be involved even when the rest of the group wants to shut her out - this is a recipe for ship success

i remember awhile back being like "is the vibe of this ship 'aw he's the first person that's ever been truly nice to her'?" and i was close. it seems like the vibe is more accurately "aw he's the first person to ever truly believe in her." that line of thinking is gonna go a long way in breaking down her mask that he CONSTANTLY talks about and getting her to trust him. yeah this is the good shit right here, i'm into it

i do wonder what these people are thinking watching me come into their labs and tear apart the entire room looking for money

the fourth floor music is so funky and strange, i love it

tenko flipping shuichi onto his back and then doing the EXACT same thing to himiko is the most i've respected her this entire game. finally, some equal rights. and her treating himiko semi-normally

sooo...miu and keebo were definitely having robot sex, right? do we all agree that that was robot sex that i witnessed? that was uhhh charged and dirty and i felt i shouldn't be listening. shuichi is definitely not beating the pervert hat allegations by fucking spying on them during that oml

maybe now that they're fucking this means miu and keebo will unionize together against kokichi's bullying. they could certainly use the help from teaming up. i feel like kokichi has been targeting those two specifically. (and also maki, but i don't think maki is worried about him lol)

i may be playing this game as shuichi, but i'm pretty sure kaito is actually the main character of this story lol, he's certainly acting like it

tsumugi calls herself "just plain" like WAY too much. i'm getting suspicious

god damn it when am i going to see MY ultimate lab? i want to see my moody detective lab!! where the fuck is it?? on the damn roof???

actually now that i think about it that's probably where kaito's lab is. btw there is nothing i want to see more than the astronaut lab, that's gotta be beautiful and trippy af. tbh i'm hoping it's just decked out in galaxy patterns

so as of this chapter there are 6 labs left to be uncovered: shuichi's, kaito's, keebo's, kokichi's, tsumugi's, and poor dead rantaro's (whatever rantaro's might be). kaito's has gotta be on the roof, and i'm pretty sure kokichi's is the mysterious black and white checkered door on the first floor that i can't open (matches his scarf). there's some empty space out in the courtyard so i think one of the remaining ones will appear out there. i think someone's might be hidden past that weird scroll on the fourth floor? and at least one of the remaining ones will be on the roof/top floor with kaito. guess i'll have to wait for a future chapter to see those

miu is already getting horny toward me in like her second free time event, and if i get her the bondage boots that are currently available at the casino i think that may be a one-way ticket to her fucking me

when i approached tenko during free time she was standing on one of the pillars in her dojo which was way funnier to me than it should've been

every time i talk to gonta but don't spend free time with him i feel so horribly guilty

what's going to stop me from just spending all of free time endlessly walking about the school gathering money?

answer: the 999 coin limit apparently

noooooooooooo my beloved keebo got brainwashed!!! keebo snap out of it!!! noooooo!!!!!!!!!!

i wanna know how angie does her brainwashing. she got tenko who hates her, and then she somehow managed to brainwash a robot which i'm very curious about

doing the "man's fantasy" scene immediately after the student council atua scene felt very clashing and jarring lol

shuichi is DEFINITELY not beating the pervert hat allegations after uhhh watching the girlies change in the locker room???? uhhhh dude wtf. if miu knew i'd done this AND walked in on her sexy time with keebo she'd never let me hear the end of it

i'm worried about kaito, he's been acting very strange ever since the formation of the "student council." since he's a very vocal leader, did angie, like, poison him to keep him out of her way???

maki will hang out with me now???? dude i was so shook i changed my free time plans. i usually hang with keebo but i didn't want to spend time him while he was brainwashed, so i hung with maki instead and gave her boba tea. emos need to stick together. side note: does kaito have a type? i'm pretty sure shuichi and maki were cut from the same cloth lol

does maki ring the doorbell incessantly exactly like kaito? lmao that's cute

i knew we weren't done with rantaro, there are too many unanswered questions about him

lmao nice reference to junko and mukuro. suspiciously meta

kokichi bringing up that rantaro might've been working with the mastermind and they let him get killed on purpose is a fascinating possibility

so we're killing angie, right? we're all in agreement that we're killing angie? she sucks, and that's the most efficient way to stop this brainwashing

this resurrection ritual is most definitely a trap. it's going to require sacrificing someone and/or backfire and lead to someone dying

i want the kaito monopad theme, because the purple theme is so aesthetically pleasing to me. but it costs so many casino dollars, which means i am going to sit here playing salmon fishing until i go insane. brb

we did it, gang. we made miu fall in love with me

i have been pursuing free time events with 3 people this playthrough: kaito, keebo, and miu. keebo and kaito have kind of been locked out for the latter part of the chapter bc keebo is brainwashed and kaito is mysteriously ill, so that led to me to fast-tracking my miu events, and i've got 5 fragments and her skill. additionally i've hit the bullseye gift-wise, i think i've given her top tier gifts every single time, so i like to believe she's extra in love with me

shuichi doesn't really seem to care all that much about miu's feelings for him, other than to remark "that's a bit over the top. but i'm glad we're bonding!" miu admitted her love and said we're going on a date when we get out of here, and shuichi was like "k cool whatevs." the feelings are not requited on shuichi's part lol. i guarantee you if this was kaito shuichi would be all 😍😍😍

why did she give me her underwear tho? i am uncomfy about this. miu is the only person it makes sense would give me her underwear. is this what everyone gives you at the end of getting all their fragments?? someone plz tell me if i'm on track for acquiring kaito's and keebo's underwear in the future

i was over here concerned that someone had poisoned kaito but it turns out he was so afraid of ghosts it made him sick to his stomach lmao kaito plz

aw kaito got cute nicknames for maki now?? yeah she's absolutely gonna fall in love with him and hate herself for it. he's definitely already got it bad for her but there's no way he's aware of it yet, he's just treating her like this on instinct lol

i knew tenko wasn't actually brainwashed! that hadn't made sense to me, she hated angie way too much to willingly go along with her plans like that

the second himiko said "i've been calling to her but she won't come to the door" i said to myself "oh she's dead in there"

bro is kokichi following me around? he popped up out of nowhere to unlock the door. i get the feeling he's a little obsessed with me, but he's also a little shit and i don't trust him

well, i say that, but he was actually among the people whose opinion i trusted the most once the student council started asserting their will. i tend to trust people who aren't brainwashed ya know

my reaction to learning that angie was dead:

can't say i'm that upset about it, she sucked tbh. now can we get to unbrainwashing the rest of the council? because i need my boys keebo and gonta back. and like tsumugi and himiko too i guess, but like whatever i sincerely do not care about either of them. but i need keebo returned to me i miss him and seeing him brainwashed is breaking my damn heart

[melrosing]

MBO Robert's Rebellion: Episode 3

decided it would be funnier to call this MBO Robert's Rebellion (melrosing box office..... get it) but I can't be bothered to change the tag so that's staying the same

please check tags for content warnings!

anyway, this episode!! a completely made up tourney, because there are one or two canon tourneys I'm not gonna fit later on + at this stage it works in terms of assembling a few key characters for introductions and check-ins.

small time skip between this episode at the last btw - let's say it takes 3-4 months to plan a tourney Prev: Episode 1, Episode 2

Next: Episode 4

title for this one: Rhaegar: The Anime

A crowd of men and teenage boys cluster around the lists in the courtyard of the Red Keep, looking to sign up for the Kings' tourney. Standing in the background with his friend Jon Connington (12) stands Rhaegar Targaryen (14). Joncon encourages Rhaegar to enter the lists; Rhaegar wonders if his opponents would only lose to him intentionally, but Joncon insists they wouldn't need to. Rhaegar enters the fray to sign his name

opening creds I guess

Jon Arryn arrives at the Red Keep with his wards, Ned (10) and Robert (11), in tow; Jon's here for a bit of politicking, and to show the boys their first tourney. The three seem in good humour, and Robert, who has a new betrothal, wants to know if his wife to be is pretty. Ned asks how he's supposed to know, she's his sister

They're greeted by Tywin Lannister in the courtyard; as they approach Robert asks if that's the king. Jon Arryn says, may as well be lol

Arriving shortly afterwards, House Dayne. Big zoom on Arthur. Ashara is here too, and waves to Ned when she sees him looking

Later arrives Joanna with the twins. She wonders if it was wise to travel in her state, but King Aerys had specifically asked for her presence. Tywin observes the progression of her pregnancy, and looks the happiest he ever will about Tyrion. Aerys comes to greet Joanna, and, once again, manages to make it weird. This seems to grate on Tywin and Rhaella more than it did back in episode 1

With Aerys and Rhaella in their private chambers. Rhaella wonders if Aerys thinks she doesn't notice how he acts around Joanna. Aerys strikes her for the first time: Rhaella is shaken but not surprised - Aerys is surprised but not remorseful

The tourney grounds: everything's well underway. Rhaegar is competing, and Tywin (sitting beside Aerys in the stands) compliments his skill. Aerys says Rhaegar shouldn't even be competing, given this is a tourney to select a new member of the Kingsguard. Tywin wonders aloud if Aerys would allow Rhaegar to take on Jaime as a squire in a few years, and Aerys ignores this notion

Meanwhile, Jaime (7) is hanging around the stands with other kids, trying his hand against a few young squires. He's pretty good. Cersei sits nearby looking bored, tossing a wooden tourney sword between her hands. Rhaegar passes by, and she looks up distractedly

Robert and Ned approach Jaime to introduce themselves to the future Lord of the Rock. Robert laughs when he sees Cersei too, and wonders aloud which is which. Cersei (who has heard this joke enough by now) pulls a face at him and drags her bro away

More tourney scenes. Lots of crashing etc but none of that shit from HOTD as though every other guy is getting his head bashed in with the edge of a shield can we be serious

Rhaella & Joanna. Joanna wonders how Rhaella came by the bruise on her cheek. Rhaella is reluctant to comment, so Joanna changes the subject - she will be hosting their dear old friend the Unnamed Princess of Dorne at the Rock in a few months (GRRM I swear to god if she doesn't have a name by the next book). Rhaella tries to engage with this news but can't

Rhaegar and Arthur final two!!! I know u didn't see this coming. Arthur introduces himself to Rhaegar, and both seem to have the sense they've already met. Both mount their horses and ride at each other; Joncon losing his mind in the stands, Jaime discovering a new fanboy obsession. Arthur wins to great applause, but takes Rhaegar by the arm and raises his hand to celebrate the prince. The crowd roars, only Aerys looks pissed

Arthur made KG on the field. We get a sense of the gravity and acclaim that comes with this position. Arthur stands, but looks thoughtful rather than anything

Post-tourney bash!! Everyone enjoying a feast in the Great Hall. Aerys still looks kind of sour. Per obligation, he toasts Arthur. Arthur toasts Rhaegar. Everybody clapped :)

Aerys now in a big sulk, decides to take it out by aiming a few jokes at Tywin. Tywin does not prove responsive, so Aerys turns to Joanna and says (well I'm gonna have to type this out thanks AWOIAF) it seems feeding her twins has ruined her breasts. Joanna, lost for words, excuses herself and her children. Tywin shortly follows. Tension at the table

Tywin & Joanna in the Hand's solar. Tywin, in his anger, asks Joanna why it seems Aerys has such a preoccupation with her? It's an accusation, which Joanna furiously refutes, daring him to say more. Tywin doesn't, and nods his head in apology, leaves. Joanna alone, nursing her bump. She winces slightly

Aerys & Tywin alone in the throne room, where Aerys has been stroking his hand along the razor edge of the seat. He has a small cut, and hides it when he sees Tywin approach. Tywin says he will be departing in the morning to see his child born at the Rock, but perhaps Aerys would prefer he did not come back? Aerys like babe what u mean. Tywin like why were you so rude at dinner >:( Aerys says he was only joking w him. Tywin's like no about my wife!! Aerys makes some excuse, says he meant nothing by it. Tywin walks out without another word

In the coach home with the Lannisters. It's been kind of quiet. As they arrive at the Rock, Joanna is in sudden pain - but it's too early. Abruptly, she and Tywin realise what's happening; the children are rushed one way, and Joanna inside the mouth of the Rock

[annkous]

LESSON 20 BABY

Season finale, I think, if the credits at the end are of any hint lol. I expected things to go down south but. Guess not yet.

Lesson 19 ended with quite a happy tune with the brothers up to celebrate their decision and lesson 20 starts with them already going up to Diavolo to give him their answer, all meanwhile reminscing about last night's party where apparently Mammon decided to just strip, lmao. They contemplate for a moment that Diavolo won't let them stay because the Devildom is his domain, after all, and they joke about going to the human realm instead so they don't get separated from Satan and crash in your place instead. Sweats very nervously in I can't have a place to stay because I'm centuries in the past hahaHAAAH.

Barb tells us to go get Diavolo because this man is already training to avoid his responsibilities for when he has to manage RAD. We got three choices: classroom, colosseum or the courtyard. I chose the courtyard and was blessed by Simeon. Apparently, if you go to the classroom you find Solomon, and Diavolo is on the colosseum.

We only have one choice when talking to them, though, and that is to ask them to be the brothers' allies. Which is no small feat. Simeon could be branded as a traitor for what he says here, but it seems he's fully committing to stay with the brothers this time should something go down. I appreciate it.

Asking Solomon can't go down well, considering he's on humanity's side and he's tried to get us to swear loyalty to humanity instead of the demon brothers, and Diavolo... well, he admits he can't deny us if we ask him like that, plus we know he has a soft spot for the brothers himself.

Lucifer tells both Diavolo and Raphael their decision, but they have to ask Diavolo for permission to stay, after all. It's his domain.

Oof.

But Diavolo is one soft demon, and yes, he says he has to look out for his subjects... which is exactly what he's doing. Lucifer and the others are part of the Devildom now, so they're under his protection, and he officially names them the Seven Rulers of the Devildom. Raphael says he kind of saw coming that the brothers would want to stay, and cue me squinting at the screen while remembering how he gave us Michael's message about convincing the brothers to return. C'mon man.

They ask for everyone else's thoughts, and they basically reply that it's none of ther business and they respect the brothers' choice. I found it heartwarming how even if deep down Luke still wants them to go back home, he respects their decision. They grow up so fast sob.

Next up there's gonna be a celebration, a ball, in fact, to celebrate the seven brothers' new appointments. We get moments divided in goups of three.

First up are Asmo, Beel and Luke, who are preparing for the ball. We get to choose who to help choosing a fragrance. I chose Luke because he's my son and I haven't had a moment with him in ages. Plus he has something to say about Raphael.

Apparently Raphael fled back. I did not like it, but in the end it was just me being paraoid lol. Ngl I was expecting Michael to send me a message about how he's gonna kick my ass.

Then comes the carriage. They're wearing the Devilday suits by the way, and look great. I love those suits lol, but anyways, here we can choose who rides with you in the carriage. We have Levi, Belphegor, and Barbatos. I chose Barb, who's aware of the glares he's getting and kisses your hand. This man loves riling everyone up and play innocent lol.

Sir.

A bit sad he's wearing the uniform, but eh...

So you get to the castle, all dressed up...

This absolute bitch.

Call him out Thirteen!! I love you!!

ANYWAYS.

In their brotherly fashion, during the ball they have a bit of a squabble over who has the first dance with you, because of course they do. In this lesson, we have fighting for your dance Mammon, Satan and Simeon.

I was expecting Lucifer to be there instead, not because I'm biased (I am though, not gonna deny it) but because it would be reminiscent of the og!obm dance where he threatens to end your existence if you are planning to use or hurt his brothers.

They were cruel to put me to choose between those three but in the end I chose Simeon, who decided to give me a bit of a stab of pain.

Man if only you knew about your present self who's lost his powers because he saved us haha....... ha........

After the dancing, Diavolo wants to give us a special title, recognizing the hard work we put for the brothers and the entire Devildom. I thought he was gonna give mc a cool title, but when he simply stated "you're now officially a Devilsitter" I lost it laughing.

Thanks.

He asks us to choose one lucky demon to award us the emblem commemorating our new title, and the last three choices are the Big Three: Lucifer, Diavolo and Solomon.

Well. I didn't hesitate. I feel a bit bad for Solomon, though...

This was really sweet, though! That the emblem or "mark on the brow" (it's the chapter title too! so it kinda hints at it already) is given with a kiss on the forehead. I think I woke my cat up with the cooing noise I made lol.

And there they go again, hahah...

But before it all ends, Diavolo goes all out, and not only does he makes an announcement about the founding of RAD, but also-

-that both Solomon and you are gonna join as exchange students.

Back all the way to the beginning baby!!

And with no Michael or threats or cliffhanger, lesson 20 is over and credits roll. End of Season 1, it seems!

I lied. After the credits we get this, because we can't catch a break.

Cool. Great. So the balance is getting worse. I'm gonna assume it's our fault for aiding the brothers here.

We might have avoided Michael this season but I fear he's gonna come for us eventually. Also, during a few seconds after seeing the post credits I thought Michael wanted to restore the balance,,, but then I switched mindsents and thought he actually didn't want to and would rather have the scales to tip in the Celestial Realm's favour instead by bringing the brothers back. I don't know. In any case, this is not the last we're going to hear from him. He's got us in his sights, and doesn't sound good at all.

The extra lesson is Luke catching up to Raphael before he leaves back to the Celestial Realm before the whole ball preparation event.

Sighs and crosses out "Michael wanted the brothers back to tip the scales". Okay. Fine. He might also miss them a little bit, but my man did not lift a finger to help them, so he can stay up there and rot for all I care.

This part of the convo was more interesting, though.

Luke comments he wants to help bridge the gap so the angels can be closer to their former brothers, which is admirable, but Raphael is more inclined towards giving that task and role to the humans while telling Luke to be a Principality instead and watch over them.

This is reminding me of when Simeon and Luke both said they'd be your guardian angels, and according to Mammon (and if I trust my memory), guardian angels choose one person only to guard all their life. I miss the present group. I hope we get to see them soon, at least a glimpse even if we don't go back right away. I bet they're frantic over mc missing still.....

I'd like to dig deeper over principalities because yes mythology but also I'm tired and with geographical principalities screwing my research combined with the little patience my sleepy brain has I just give up for now and will just go to sleep after this soft end for the 1st season. Dunno if we'll have something in 10 days. They certainly didn't say it was the end when the announced the lesson, so who knows? Maybe it's a mini break. Maybe not. We can only wait and see, but if they need a break to write more story at a better pace, I'm all in.

I still have to catch up with the hard mode for those extra scenes and lore, but this is all there is for now regarding main story!

Edit: Hard mode! because HOLY SHIT-

AND WE'RE BAAAACK LESSON 21

[sketchygainedyoursoul]

Tokyo soul pt 3: tokyo drift

OK WE'RE BACK and i'm going to actually watch it on 1.25 speed this time Parts 1/2 + 4/5

okay so we found out why they (sam and taurtis) are criminals They jaywalked ok

oh my god do they actually take jaywalking seriously in this town that's how you know it's messed up lol

they fight and Sam is defeated after one punch. must be tired from fighting the principal why

apparently this is normal according to Kiyu saying "you guys are going to fit in just fine. :)" ????

Okay so you can just look in random lockers nice

Sam: "Wait should we be looking in people's lockers?" It can't be! Sam being empathetic for once?

Sam and taurtis are acting like middle school popular girls talking about decorating their lockers lmao adorable

taurtis stole sam's money. good job taurtis.

the bell is a character. im not- there is no sound effect there's just a message in chat that looks like: <the bell> RING RING

sam: *tries to go to class* also sam: *goes into the girls bathroom* me: h o w

sam goes in the wrong classroom and asks the teacher for help. the teacher calls Sam's current teacher a dumbo. good times.

sam: *scolds taurtis for being in the room* also sam: *is in the room* in all fairness sam is asking for help but they have yuki to help and also i hate sam

SAM WHY DID YOU SIT IN THE TEACHER'S SPOT YOU DUMBASS???

sam: *sits in what is very obviously the teacher's desk* sam: is this the teacher's desk?

"Sorry I was just Goofin and Gaffin'" Samuel im goin to strangle you

Okay so teacher Tori is their agriculture teacher and does not look human.

They are talking while the teacher is talking im going to cry

Tori: agriculture is the study of plants! DomRao: Does farmville count? I see what the populus meant when they said he carried

Taurtis asks if the school is haunted and i feel thats a reasonable worry. Tori says maybe. I am scared.

THE CREEPY MAN IS THERE WHAT THE FUCK

theyre going on a field trip to the field for flowers!!

update: it is not perpetually night

THE CREEPY MAN DISSAPEARED OKAY I DISLIKE THIS

Sam: "I think I'm seeing things, getting delusions" me: mhmm tell me more *writes down his symptoms for the asylum*

Sam just walked into a random classroom wtf

okay the field in question is just their school courtyard and i feel like thats probably a good idea what with the creepy man following them.

taurtis is chopping down the cherry trea because "trees are just really big flowers." okay then buddy you do you i guess

Tori just educated Taurtis. Impressive. And here I was thinking that education was a myth in this universe.

The principal rightfully got pissed at Taurtis as he was casually putting the stump back. Ah, I love minecraft.

Taurtis started starving so some kid (might have been dom idk) gave him sushi so thats nice

Soemthing about Sam is that he'll ask a question and wont wait for the person to respond, doing the action until they tell him to stop. Just a little thing about him I find interesting :)

Kiyu gives us more evidence that she is a vpire by saying she does jot like the sun. Okay girl slay ig.

Taurtis suggests he collect the tree for Kiyu since she cant after Sam offers to get her flowers, and Kiyu goes "why would you take the tree down?" resonably confused. Sam immediately gangs up on Taurtis like "yeah dude what's wrong with you?" o-okay samuel :/

Okay so Senor Loro isn't the principal? He's the guidance counsellor? I am confushion /ref

Sam tries to give Tori the flowers again despite her already having informed him that he will need them for another class.

I think Taurtis is taking the term "we're all made of the same space dust" a bit too seriously necause now hes saying fish are flowers too

Bell rings it's time for the next class

Taurtis take's Sam's flowers. Good job Taurtis.

You can tell Sam's actually getting annoyed by this lmao

Dom just casually keeps his head in his locker okay dude.

SAM WHY ARE YOU LOOKING THROUGH THE LOCKERS AGAIN YOU NEED TO GO TO CLASS DUMBASS

the bell rings and instead of rushing to class Sam just crouches and slowly walks omg

Okay this teacher is Dr Nurse MD so I'm assuming this will be a medical class?

He calls the student's faces dumb ok ig pop off

okay his name ks actually Jangus Lipperbottom but people call him DrNurseMD. I can see why.

Dr asks the kids to introduce themselves and no one does but Dom who stand on his desk, anounced he's the greatest (ever), then sits back down.

Dr calls Taurtis headphones man. Taurtis tries to introduce himself but Sam keeps interrupting him, so Taurtis makes fun of him in kind.

Dr asks Taurtis to talk abojt his backstory and Sam, in a rare moment of sanity, calls Taurtis aside to remind them that theyre in the witness protection program.

They call the Yakuza the Kazoos and I think thats neat

dr calls sam bun bun man im dead 💀

Sam tries to say he beat up a superhero but everyone bullies him into telling the truth and I just think thats nice :)

okay so this is a health class and now Dr is going to teach them cpr. as someone who knows cpr, I do not think he should teach sam this.

okay so we already have flase information being spread cor does not stand for cinderella prints rain it stands for cardiorespritory pulmination i believe idk its been a month since i learned you expect me to rember this

hes asking for a volunteer okay uhm i guess they dont have cpr dummies and Sam offers Taurtis up.

Okay the teacher says "to make this real im gonna have to choke you out." i am now very concerned.

the teacher then proceeds to teach a very innacurate and not very cpr esque cpr. my eyes are burning.

OF COURSE IT WORKED IM

oh my god now hes having them practice on eachother this terrible

SOMETHING WENT WRONG THEY NEED A DOCTOR HOLY SHIT WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD HAPPEN

oh okay the person is fine but i think the teacher was contemplating running to mexico.

and the video fades out with taurtis saying he doesnt like the school.

[mikavlcs]

Another Mika fic, let's go!

Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.

And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??

Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.

Lol disgusting and vile. But Wednesday is right again! Missing someone you care for (even though you keep denying that part (looking at you Wednesday) is definitely one of the worst feelings out there)

"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.

Oooh, Wednesday wants to take a ring from R! Moving fast, are we?

Lol Wednesday you thief! Of course commitment a crime will make her smile. But how adorable is it that Wednesday wants to keep Rs favorite ring so that she has something meaningful and important to remember them by?? CUTE

Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!

Awwww a kiss! And in front of Weems to! That must have been mortifying for Wednesday. Yet she craved more. SOFT

Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.

Damn, look at Wednesday searching for Rs smile and keeping the stories to tell them later. If that isn't simp behavior then I really don't know what is.

"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )

"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.

Wednesday, denial is a river in Egypt. I guess she'd really rather die than admit that she missed R. What matters could she possibly have in the courtyard?? NOTHING

"Not for a second" Call the police, I spotted a big fat liar!

"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED

Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...

THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.

This was fantastic as always!!

slfdhfgks pls 😭

Oh honey I beg to differ. Wednesday is such a softie in her own complicated way. Less threats, less torture, more attention and even allowing physical contact. If she likes someone and does all that, then she's down bad. So no, Wednesday, you definitely ARE a softie.

And these first four paragraphs? Absolutely iconic and remarkable. The writing?? The metaphors?? The imagery?? The exaggerating cause Wednesday would rather die than admit she's soft??

agree, she's soft in her own special way!! and plss the lady gaga gif made me laugh. tysm 😭🤚

Well... since I am currently on a family vacation with 24 years if age... I tend to agree with Wednesday. It definitely can be a gruesome torture method.

ok but you got see sheep and see a bunch of pretty places so....idk if i believe you chief 🤨🤚

"Human embodiment of a rainbow" that made me snort, it's the perfect way to describe Enid. Now if only she was gay... then full on 100% rainbow bitch.

she's a walking pride parade fr

Ngl I love awkward goodbyes. They're just so amusing to witness!

pls, the way i just didn't know what to write for that scene 💀

Of course Wednesday is counting her victories against Bianaca. Go on girlboss! Keep beating her.

this is canon tbh

"Entirely unnecessary, but so were most things Enid did" The way I GASPED! Honey that's so savage and uncalled for 😭 Poor Enid. (Though it is utterly hilarious! )

"Higher than a 70" H.O.N.E.Y Were did that savagery come from?? Poor Enid is getting it all today. I absolutely LOVE it! A mean Wednesday is my favorite. That's just my kind of humor. Enid is so used to it by now she doesn't even react anymore. Good girl.

PLSJFHGASJF poor enid fr 😭😭 but she was already over wednesday's threats by ep2 so she doesn't even care anymore LMAOO

"You're broke" Wednesday really is giving it her all today, isn't she. OBSESSED

this was a self-roast tbh 💀

Oooh Wednesday got caught! I'm sure there was a lot of panic in her voice so the only solution for that are threats! Honestly at this point Wednesdays threats are a form of love. And besides, shouldn't R keep her hand? You know for holding it and doing other things...

so true tbh, threats are a wednesday love language!

THE MEME. OMG THAT TOOK ME OUT 😂 That came so unexpected, I scared my dog with my laughter.

This was fantastic as always!!

LMAOSJFAHEGFM i've had that meme in my camera roll for MONTHS and i've been waiting for june to hit so i could drop it, glad to see that it's a hit 😭😭😭

and thank you!! your thoughts and comments were fun to read as always<33 i hope you're having (or had? idk time zones) a great day 🥰🙏💖

[the-firebird69]

He has a great idea. Take 10 or 12 casinos and put them in their own boardwalk but you'd be on foot so it's it would be probably four city blocks along the strip and it'll go back about 10 city blocks and there are places for that and you're reorganize everything then they want to put in Mega Casinos so we would be towards the end of the strip in the Mega Casinos would be in on the strip itself. It's a way to retain our casinos without losing them to the max and to have a combined income and the combined people so we have some power there rather than just getting plucked out one by one it's it's an idea of our friends and he doesn't know if it's approved by his people and they say yes 'cause they want us to do something like that or it's gonna be a dragged out bloody war and we're just gonna lose. I think it's a good idea the courtyard would probably be three buildings that he wants he'd say mine would be like one of the mainstays in the middle but set back it's actually very attractive building that's why and they like the idea cause it's attractive there's a couple others they put on the strip and then they would go in a row on the left in a row in the middle in the row in the right and there'd be a Hewitt back and then the parking would be behind them probably more towards the back behind the strip and you would have people movers meaning right there you'd have outdoor or sheltered people movers now we have outdoors ones and you'd have a little tram and you can rent segues all sorts of things that move people around little taxis that are meant for that type it would be like a golf cart taxi you have them too it's kind of his dream to make these little mini taxis and those would have like designated place to drive on to keep people from doing too much walking on them and you could probably have a walkway over designated taxiways but people walk over the whole thing and the taxi was would go slow I like the idea of having walkways over it and escalators and several of them a bunch of them and really this is a great idea of having a big courtyard and calling it like little Vegas or old Vegas is better more appropriate and they're actually the ones who started it and they like old Vegas and we'd have old school stuff there the the meat shops the cigar shops the kind of old school they do it a little differently these days and we had an old Italian restaurants and people shining your shoes and we'd have some st ax like we used to and boy it's a great place for that so I'm I'm up for this idea i'd like to talk to them about it and it'll preserve it there is a movie that shows it getting attacked and it's along the strip it doesn't necessarily mean that it doesn't work for some of us but it might mean that it doesn't work and we might wanna pull out I looked at what the creature was destroying he's going right up the strip and destroying everything on the strip and it could be the max manipulating it and it's the female so we are going to be attentive but we would be the ones in there giving orders and I do understand that.

tommy f

Now this kind of makes sense that they could be screwing up and get the thing hit. And hit bad and yeah I guess we would not be able to move those but we should talk about it he wants to at least it's something positive to do this is a great idea i've had several ideas like it mainly to move it to another spot and call it old Vegas which is a great idea but really to have them there would be easier safer too and there would be a rocket war. And boy what an idea and he says when you're in Vegas there's already a feeling of excitement and danger but you have all these cars right at your heels and crazy people on the sidewalk when we put in a courtyard we can have security and our vehicles and it's a lot more team and that's a great idea it is safer quieter and they can sell churro and they can sell cotton candy and pretzels and hot dogs and beverages and even edible stuff LOL it's true though you need a snack when you're walking around and there could be eateries with outside seating and it's a beautiful idea because Vegas has no buds no buds at all and it would be fun as hell having a nice steak dinner or you have a lunch after gambling and partying you have a big steak sandwich I mean you know it's just a wonderful idea we have more ideas but this is a winner. thank yoiu caa and he says your welcome. a trip there is tough for me and it went well. no robberies and so on and ahha true too

james kahn

true hard day for us and uit was fun but hard. saw it tough ppl there.

mac daddy

too rough. need this idea. and for the new ones. theyi are huge but too huge. pushe the road back put a boardwarlk and drive up roads for taxi seperates it more and so on and good ideas

michal tew

need this and in now

james khan

no nt me you twit...and you caa hahaahh

missisipi buring star lol ahhaah ok james

and yeh buddy

Olympus

[hell-heron]

Ahh ok a bunch for the meme: 3, 5, 9, 12, 16, 19, 20, 28, 29

I love youuu

3 What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)? Don't make me point at the I know my kingdom awaits sign again

5 What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Well without a sudden calm lol I always get jack shit for kidfic/longfic and this gets to almost 50 kudos?? Ok.

9 Favorite pairing you wrote for this year? fghj I guess Tyrion/Sansa, wasn't a terribly shippy year

12 How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year? Frankly the only one I plan to finish is the little Asha fic (and the usual suspect that I don't count as it's out of the docs lol). I have maybe 3 more? I can't physically count bc i just keep them all together with the finished docs and the never to be finished docs and the unrelated docs in my google docs lol

16 What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? Hurt/Comfort. Color me fucking shocked

19 What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? I already answered this didn't I? ghjk I guess besides more Tyrion/Sansa, I'd like to write some Romeo/Juliet again maybe? Or Tris/Asha I guess as its technically in the contents planned

20 Which work of yours have you reread the most? I read a godswood with no gods everytime the Sansa fandom disappoints me- no okay i probably still read IKMKA partially more often, you know for balance continuity etc.

28 Favorite work you wrote this year? The long one, the unfinished epic poem, the one where I revel in the suffering of children etc etc

29 Oh God I can't choose. Guess I love this more for the idea behind but... kind of this. Even though it's not very well written actually lmao I'm pretty sure the actual recip completely misunderstood it. The heart doesnt choose tho

"A good lord has to get his hands dirty sometimes," she scolds him, spreading what is left of her soft dove-grey fur over the bones. She remembers Petyr - calling him otherwise feels too much like lying, like forgetting on purpose, when for so long she had to be glad to call him Petyr - telling her the contrary. She remembers the way he smiled through his bloody lips when he was brought in chains in the courtyard, his smirking eyes saying that in spite of everything, as long she would abide to his advice, as long as she could not swing Ice herself, she would always be more his daughter than Ned Stark's.

Thankfully, her little sister had been so kind as to show her where the heart was

[oidheadh-con-culainn]

tbh i think it helped that they moved in after me so were also new to the area and wanted to talk! but it's pretty recent that we've got to this point, i'd say the last six weeks or two months or so. they knocked and asked if i wanted them to mow the grass a while back, and we got chatting and it's sort of gone from there

we had a vaguely tense couple of months of silence before that bc we have somewhat opposing political placards/signage in our windows (which is to say they had a massive israel flag covering the whole front window and i had a 'ceasefire now' placard in mine). which we were both carefully avoiding talking about bc we didn't know each other well enough to have a productive conversation. but they actually took their flag down a few months ago and now have posters calling for the release of hostages for all, so that dynamic has shifted somewhat. again we have not talked about this. this is a neighbourly relationship built on the mowing of grass and the collection of parcels

i think if we'd got to this point sooner it would feel more natural to stay in touch once i move, whereas as it is, it'll only have been a small number of months of interaction so it might not happen. but we'll see

i made a very conscious effort to introduce myself to all my closest neighbours when i moved in, gave them all christmas cards etc, bc i have moved house a LOT and was tired of the isolation of that. this did get me into a sticky situation with my opposite neighbour who kept asking me for increasingly complex favours -- including helping her apply for a job and, at one point, lending her money -- but that has settled down more recently (possibly bc she doesn't feel she can ask me for anything else until she pays me back the £35 i lent her and she has not done that. i will not be initiating contact to collect it, i'm happy having a hiatus in relations lol)

but. yunno. sometimes living in a community is awkward and inconvenient and you just gotta deal with that i guess

the place i'm moving to is flats with communal gardens and a courtyard between the entrances of our flats (which are external, no shared hallways or whatever) so i hope that will make it possible to get to know neighbours naturally? but will also mean if the neighbours are terrible that i have to deal with them more lol

i'm really looking forward to moving house later this summer bc a) i'm buying so i can actually DECORATE and set things up in a way that suits me!!! and b) it's miles closer (literally) to my friends, the supermarket, my workplace when i'm there in person, the library, everything. every time i cycle to the supermarket i pass my future flat when i'm almost there and every single time i'm like "damn if i lived there already i wouldn't have had to do the other 10 minutes of this journey". plus it's south of the horrible roadworks that have been going on forever so i would hardly ever have to pass them instead of passing them every single time i go to the centre of the city*

BUT i have finally got to the point in my current house where i can text my next door neighbour and be like "hey can i give you my spare key to water my plants while i'm away" and they'll be like "yeah sure we'd be delighted" and i can believe them about that, because they mow my lawn without me asking because they know i'm disabled and struggle with it, and i let them use my compost bin because it's never full, and they've taken in parcels for me, and i would take them in for them, etc

and it's gonna be kinda sad to have to start all over again with neighbours in that regard because it's taken a loooong time to get here, i haven't had that with... well actually any of my neighbours anywhere i've lived as an adult, though in house-shares etc it's less necessary bc other members of the house can usually fill that role. in most houses i've never even met or spoken to my neighbours.

having said that i'll be living about 1 minute from my actual friends so when it comes to having people watering my plants when i'm away in future i guess i theoretically won't need to ask a neighbour because i can just ask them to hang out in my flat lol

*i think they're finally due to finish around the time that i'll be moving though. two years i've lived north of these roadworks. two fucking years. and they're gonna finish once i move south of it. bloody typical.

[chibikisu]

Twisted Wonderland Idia x GN! Reader: Nervous

" THINK. CORRECTLY. MAKE YOUR MIND WORK IDIA. SAY SOMETH- “YOUR BEAUTIFUL!” NOT THAT!!! ABORT! ABORT MISSION!! FLEE! "

* ~ In which Idia embarrasses himself in front of his crush and thus becomes full of anxiety and a bit dramatic.. Feat. Ortho! ~*

A/N: So I tried my hand at making a Twisted Wonderland Reader Insert. Why did I choose Idia? Honestly Idk. Maybe it backfired on me or maybe I'm just rusty in my writing since it's been like a year. Anyways let me know what you think and if it was as all over the place as I feel it is. lol I promise the next should be alot better!

Idia really didn't know what was going on. I mean he wasn't an idiot, he knew WHAT he was feeling. He just didn't like feeling it. Wait no! Not like that! He did like feeling this feeling and WHO he was feeling it for. He just didn't like how it made him feel like a Noob in a lobby full of Pros in one of the most common video games.. Idia groaned and sighed for the hundredth time and fell back on his bed. He had made a fool out of himself (as usual) in front of (Y/N) and really felt the blow to his HP this time. As such he has been locked in his room; more than his usual he would say; and been trying to recover from the said incident. Ortho on the other hand had never seen him so gloomy or something he thought was just a simple misunderstanding.. “C'mon! Big Bro! Open up!” Ortho yells over the 8-bit aesthetic music trying to tune him out, inside of his Older brothers room. “I know you can hear me!!” He knocks on the door multiple times. Still nothing. Sighing Ortho recalls the data he saw earlier in the day before his Brother became like this. It was with the Prefect (Y/N). From what he could tell he could see them conversing but he was only able to catch half of what was said between the two. “hmm..” Ortho goes over the data from the beginning and sees if he can find the problem.

**-//Reviewing Data: NRC 15:45 Courtyard//-**

The video data shows Ortho seeing both the Prefect (Y/N) talking with Idia. Ortho tunes in with his upgraded hearing after noticing that Idia's heart rate has gone up significantly and his body temperature as well. Oh no! Was he getting sick? The Prefect must be there to take him to the nurse since he was making a face like he was trying not to get sick right there. Still, Ortho wanted to make sure his brother was okay.

“You sure your okay Idia?” (Y/N) smiled worriedly as they went to gently touch his lower arm. Stiffing up with a quick “EEP?!” Idia quickly swerved away just enough to where the prefect wasn't able to touch him. “??” (Y/N) brought their hand back and didn't push it any farther, Idia already looked as if he was slowly turning into a ghost. His skin seemed paler than usual and you could of sworn he was trembling slightly..or was that just your imagination? Trying to change the subject and hoping to make him smile they suggest “I was thinking..since I finally have some free time this week and Grimm will be hanging out with Deuce and Ace. Maybe I could hang out with you and you could show me how to play that um..what's it called again? Kingdom Moon Finally?” Idia winces a slightly at their guess “Actually It's Final Kingdom Moon: One digital star to rule them all! But uh..yeah close enough.” Idia starts fiddling his hands. (Y/N) laughs “Sorry, I'll try to remember that for next time.” Idia's eyes widen and suddenly he's panicking. “Y-you don't have to remember it! I-I mean I don't expect you to!” (Y/N) goes to open their mouth when Idia seems to have heard his own words and panics even more “I-I mean I don't expect you to remember the game's name! N-not that you couldn't! You seem very smart and talented and overall just very uh...erm.” THINK. CORRECTLY. MAKE YOUR MIND WORK IDIA. SAY SOMETH- “YOUR BEAUTIFUL!” NOT THAT!!! ABORT! ABORT MISSION!! FLEE!

**-//Reviewing Data: NRC 15:55 Courtyard – COMPLETE -//-**

The footage stops as that's when Ortho had to chase after his Older Brother after he had mad a dash for the dorms. Leaving poor (Y/N) behind in confusion. “What could have made Big brother leave like that?..” Ortho thought while still standing next to the elders door. Hmm..Everything seemed fine until (Y/N) said they would remember the game's name for next time.. ?! Oh.

Ortho Knocked on Idia's door again. “It's okay Big Bro!” Ortho smiled to himself. “I'm sure (Y/N) won't be hanging out with you anymore!” Suddenly the music stopped and it turned eerily quite.

The door creaked as it opened just slightly and Idia was only visible in the dark room by the glowing of his hair. “....ortho..” Ortho's eyes widened. What happened?!

Idia's eyes bore into Ortho's worried big eyes and asked with a serious tone. “Why...why would you tell me that?..” Ortho tried gently pushing the door open a little more before answering “Well..I thought the whole reason you ran away from the prefect was because you didn't want them hanging out with you? Y-You seemed to panic once they said 'next time'.” Idia nodded and then asked “Is that what it looked like?” Ortho just silently nodded after slowly opening the door to see Idia wrapped in a blanket, fall face first on the ground. “K.O. Critical Hit!” Ortho walks and sits next to his brother on the floor. “Uh..What?” Idia them mumbles something that's not distinguished enough to be heard while Idia is still face first on the floor. Rolling him over proves harder to do as every time Ortho pushes Idia upright he just turns over again. “Big Bro!” “Leave me alone Ortho. It's over. I can never show my face out there again.” Ortho Deadpans. “Big Bro, you never really went outside much anyways..” “Ouch. Double Kill.” “BIG BRO.” Idia finally sits up and groans hands on his face. “Well I defiantly can't now! You saw how it went! You even said you thought I didn't want to hang out with (Y/N)!” “You do?” Ortho tilts his head. “YES!! More than anything I do!” Idia yells while throwing his hands up in the air. “But I thought that when (Y/N) said 'Next time' you were freaking out?” “YES!! BECAUSE THERE WOULD BE A NEXT TIME!!!” “And You want that to happen?” “Ortho. I don't know how much louder I can yell yes anymore.” Idia looks at Ortho. Meanwhile Ortho sits there thinking. After a while he grins “Ooh! THAT'S why your body temperature and heart rate were so high while talking to them! You LIKE them!!” Blushing Idia looks away from his little brothers discovery and mumbles “Man..way to get all in my business..” Still he can't be mad at him. “Well! Let's go tell them that you would love to hang out!” “WOAH. Pause. on. That. Let's not get to riled up here. You saw how I freaked today.” Idia grows worried again. “It always happens like that! It goes..er..okay? And then they say something that throws me off and I just go into high drive into whatever I can think the fastest.” He lets out a high pitched squeak. “And today the first thing was calling them BEAUTIFUL! EEEE” “Ortho pats his brother's back. “I can try to help you ask them to play games somewhere that's not as personal and secluded like your room. Maybee...like..The Board game club!” Ortho nods happy with his idea. “It wouldn't be as close and intimate but it's a good start!” Idia looks down at his lap. “I don't know..what if they don't want to bother with me anymore?” “That's why we ask! What's the worst that could happen?” Idia furows his brows. “They say no? And then I have to know that I ruined my shot with them and it be awkward for the rest of my school life-” “Don't be so dramatic Brother.” Orhto sighs. Honestly, sometimes it seems like Idia can give Rook a competition at being dramatic at times..

( Y/N) keeps looking at their phone while debating on texting Idia if maybe they overwhelmed them too much today. They knew he could get overwhelmed pretty easily and would hate to be the reason for it. Beginning to type out a message the receive a message from the one person they were just trying to reach out to. “Idia?..messaged me?” You really weren't expecting to receive a message from him after earlier today, but yet here the notification was. Making sure Grimm wasn't snooping you opened the message to smile to yourself.

'Hey..If U want U could always come to the board game club and we could play co-op sometime..if U want.'

Idia always was so cute when he was nervous, at least to you he was. But you were slightly biased. Typing a reply of “I'd love 2” you turn off your phone and have a slight skip to your step as you go on with the rest of your day, now having something to look forward to with your favorite person.

[ashasmonsters]

The Skateboarder

Female reader x Female orc (Morn)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: brief alcohol, stupid memes

Words: 9k

Morn reached between the legs of some intertwined partygoers, retrieved a beer from the strategically placed cooler, then opened it on the strike plate of the living room door. Some of it foamed out and fell on the carpet with the bottle cap but she didn't seem to care. The owners of the sorority house didn't care either.

"...so yeah, she said I stank and got up and left." Morn finished her tale of an attempted one-night stand.

"She didn't even touch you yet?" You asked, leaning in close so she could hear you over the thumping music. As was usual for parties like these, you and Morn had carved out a corner where you could be ignored by everyone else and gossip.

"Well, yeah, but not below the belt. That's what pissed me off. She was all over me all night and as soon as I say I want her to go down on me, she insults me and leaves."

"I mean..." you grinned, unable to resist, "did you stink down there, though?"

Morn punched your shoulder and chuckled.

"Fuck off, it's not like roses and daffodils are the norm. You know, it's like I always say..." It was Morn's turn to grin mischievously.

"Don't fucking say it. I swear to God, Morn. I'm going to laugh really hard and everyone's going to look at me weird. " You pleaded. You knew what would come next; Morn's favorite turn of phrase that she managed to use more often than one would think.

"—like I always say, good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the PS4."

You were true to your word. As you caught your breath between peals of laughter, a few partygoers did in fact stare at you. Despite your prior protests, the stares didn't bother you that much. Here in Morn's gossip corner, all that mattered was whiling the time away until the other half of your group was ready to leave. Dera's whereabouts were unknown but Lash was visible in the corner of the room.

"Looks like Lash's plan is all coming together." You noted. Morn turned to look as well; she was aggressively making out with an Elf boy. He licked her tusks. You grimaced.

"Goddamn. When Lash wants something she gets it."

"She mentioned that guy... what, like, yesterday?" You asked. "From staring at him across the classroom to heavy petting in less than twenty-four hours. That's a new record."

"Makes me feel like I'm not even the same species," Morn complained, finally turning away from Lash's public display of affection. "I know Orc boldness is a stereotype but it's not one I'd mind living up to."

"That's not Orc boldness, that's Lash boldness," you chortled. "Don't be down on yourself for not having it. Besides, she's not looking for a one-night deal; if that Elf doesn't call her back tomorrow she's gonna have her week ruined."

"I guess that's true..." Morn sighed.

"Morn." You firmly squeezed her shoulder and stared at her. "I love Lash to death, but you've never called me at three in the morning crying over the end of a week-and-a-half-long relationship. It's okay to not be dating a new person all the time."

"Yeah, I know." She finished her beer and smiled a bit.

"Besides, if you were hunting down an object of desire every time we were at a party, I'd have no one to chill with. Morn's Gossip Corner is the only thing getting me out of the dorm on Friday nights."

"I'm glad to be of service." She dramatically saluted. "You're right, though. I guess it's just the party atmosphere that makes me forget sleeping around and dating have drawbacks."

"Definitely the party vibe getting to you," you affirmed. "Speaking of sleeping around, though... where's Dera?"

"If I had to guess, upstairs. Text her." Morn suggested.

You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat, aptly titled "THA HOOLIGANZ 👩‍💻👩‍✈️👩‍⚕️🕵️‍♀️" and sent a message:

You: dera where tf are u, its almost been an hour

Almost immediately the indicator that Dera was typing popped up, followed by her reply:

Dera: upstairs. firbolg football player. huge 🍆

"Oh, god." You gagged. Morn pulled out her phone in response to see the cause, then had a similar reaction. She started tapping away at her phone's keyboard.

Morn: damn, dera, chill. we just wanted to make sure you were ok.

The typing indicator preceded yet another reply from Dera.

Dera: lol ok mom

"She's got an attitude tonight, sheesh." Morn shook her head and put her phone away.

"I think tonight an early exit might be a good idea. Dera and Lash seem pretty occupied," you said. You couldn't find Lash or her Elven paramour in the room anymore.

"I think you're right. Text the group and tell 'em we're leaving."

You nodded and did so, receiving 👍 responses from both Dera and Lash after a short pause.

"Let's go." You got up from your place on the sunken-in couch and helped Morn up. The two of you navigated through the fire code-violating sorority house to the front door, where you met the cool night air and the odor of cigarettes. Morn's skateboard was next to yours, propped against the thick trunk of a long-dead tree.

"I don't wanna go back to the dorms yet. It's not that late," Morn said, checking her watch.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"Pizza."

Before long you were both skating into the night. The entire university town was built into the side of a mountain with the greek life houses at the top, making it a breeze to fashionably exit parties like this one. There were a few drunken revelers to dodge on the way down, but once you cleared the sororities and fraternities it was smooth skating. The incandescent streetlights flew past as century-old houses gave way to newer corner stores and parks. Before long, you and Morn were skating through the thick of the city on a course set for Main Street.

The pleasant sound of plastic wheels on stamped concrete was soon married with the aroma of cheap, indulgent pizza. You wouldn't have needed any senses other than smell to know you arrived at your destination: "Get Stuffed," the type of place where a slice was a dollar and you could write on the walls. As was usual for the time when Friday became Saturday, it was packed with the university crowd; too packed to even sit inside.

You and Morn shimmied to the counter and ordered your usuals. Fortunately, Get Stuffed had nailed speedy service and it was only a few short moments before you were on your way out with greasy pizza on flimsy paper plates. You set your skateboards on the curb and sat on them, side-by-side.

"Thanks for fleeing with me," Morn said, folding her slice of pizza and tucking her loose black curls behind her ear.

"Anytime, Morn." You mimicked her pizza fold before noticing something about the beanie she wore. It was oddly familiar, so you delayed your first bite. "Hey, where's that beanie from?" Morn looked at you, chewing.

"This thing?" She tugged at the chunky burgundy yarn. "You should know."

"I should know?" You mused, finally chewing on your first bite of pizza. It was just as greasy and gratifying as you expected it to be. Then, as realization dawned on you, it almost fell out of your mouth. "You kept that thing for this long?!"

"Of course. It's a good beanie. It's lasted... what, since second grade?" She smirked. "It's one of the best birthday gifts I've gotten. Thanks, by the way."

"Thank you for holding onto it," you countered. "The memories... wow."

"That was the birthday party where we had a sleepover afterward. We played tag, and—"

"Oh, no," you moaned, remembering.

"...you ran so hard that you threw up." Morn giggled. Your cheeks still burned at the vivid memory. You almost forgot crocheting Morn's beanie, but you never forget throwing up at someone's birthday party.

"It's crazy we've been friends for so long." You gracefully changed the subject and started working on your pizza slice in earnest.

"It's not that crazy. You've always been there for me."

"I mean... I try..." you were hiding your blush, feeling warm as Morn readied to shower you with compliments.

"Like the time Chrissie Becker rejected my invitation to prom. You started crying when I started crying, and I hadn't even told you what happened yet." Morn giggled warmly. "Or when our families went camping together and you let me share your sleeping bag when I forgot mine."

"I couldn't just let you sleep on the ground!" you sheepishly defended yourself against the flattery.

"Even though you knew I kicked in my sleep." Morn looked up from her plate and smiled at you, her tusks glinting under the streetlights.

"You're more important to me than my shins," you said quietly.

"Hah!" Morn laughed heartily, bumping her skateboard into yours and wrapping an arm around you. "You're more important to me than my shins."

In Morn's embrace there on the sidewalk, you melted. She had such a way of effortlessly making you feel safe and loved. She had been there for you as well several times and was damn good at it. You enjoyed the feeling so much that you just sat there quietly until she got a little worried.

"Hey, did I tease you too much?" Her wry grin had been replaced with a slight frown and sympathetic brow.

"No, no..." you reassured her, savoring the dreamy feeling. "It's all good. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad we're... friends," you stumbled a bit over the last word.

"Me too," she gave your shoulder a little squeeze.

You both finished your pizza in silence, enjoying each others' side and the ambiance of the city street. After a moment you both tossed the greasy plates into a trash can and skateboarded back to the dorms. The courtyard was where your paths diverged, and after bidding one another goodnight and farewell, you parted. You shared your bed that night with a familiar feeling. Embarrassment, shame, and maybe even guilt. All for the way your heart skipped a beat when she put an arm around you, or the unstoppable smile when she recounted her memories of you. You weren't super familiar with love, at least not in the way Lash and Dera were, but the way Morn made you feel in recent months was more than simple friendship. You agonized over the thought that she wouldn't return those feelings. It was a miracle you managed to sleep at all.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a text. You groggily pulled your phone into bed with you to read it after rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was from THA HOOLIGANZ.

Dera: hey sorry about my sass last nite. i figured y'all left early and that's cool, i was kinda doing my own thing anyway

Lash: LOL sameeee. anyway, does anyone want to meet up for coffee or something? i’d rather be hungover around you guys than my parents 😭

You considered the offer; it would be nice to actually see Lash and Dera after missing them last night. Your moment on the curb with Morn still bothered you, and a distraction from that would be nice.

You: im down, where u wanna go

Dera: u know that cute little cafe on that corner? main street i think?? the one thats literally 100% pink???

Morn: you're thinking of tokidoki cafe! i'm down to go, that’s my spot!

You sighed. This outing wouldn't be very good for distracting you from Morn if Morn was seated across from you.

Dera: thats the one. lets gooooooo

Lash: yes. literally right now. start running

Morn: thanks, but I think I'll skate there. see y'all in a bit

You: same

The morning air was crisp and cool in the way spring mornings always were. It was a shame Lash and Dera were too busy downing aspirin and chugging water to truly enjoy it. Your skateboard served you well as a means of transport on mornings like this; you and your friends were the rare few students who didn't usually sleep in on Saturdays, so you enjoyed the empty sidewalks. The soft plastic wheels gripped the concrete well enough to accommodate any street corners.

The cafe was 100% pink, as promised. The sweet, pillowy smell of crepes mingled with the robust aroma of coffee and met you as you hopped off your skateboard. The tiny size of the place made it easy to tell you were the first to arrive. You ordered the latte-crepe combo that took up the most space on the menu and sat while you waited. You were idly scrolling through your phone when you heard the rhythmic thumping of a skateboard wheels on slabs of sidewalk.

She looked painfully good as she stepped through the cafe's front door. The morning sun made her long black hair golden around the edges and she still wore that damn beanie. Her tusks poked out from her smiling lips when her eyes met yours. Illuminated by sunbeams, her well-toned arm showed every muscle and vein as she gripped her skateboard by the trucks to carry it in.

"Good morning!" she beamed at you. The employee behind the counter smiled at her knowingly.

"The usual, Morn?" he asked.

"Yep!" She quickly answered before sitting across from you, the pins on her denim jacket jingling. "You got here quickly."

"Yeah..." you answered weakly, your conversational skills still recovering from the way Morn held you last night.

"You weren't drinking last night, were you? You alright?" Of course, Morn immediately picked up that something was the matter. It would be stranger if she didn't.

"I'm fine. Where are Lash and Dera?" You deflected. As if on cue, your phone buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ chimed in.

Lash: lol srry, throwing up. cant make it

Dera: yeah same.

"Unbelievable. Those girls can't seem to show up anywhere lately." Morn had a slightly disapproving tone. She tapped away on her phone.

Morn: this is going on your attendance sheet

Lash: see u in detention, dera

Dera: enjoy your crepes you two!

You chuckled at the exchange.

"That's more like it. I like when you smile." Morn chimed in. "Do more of that."

The waiter saved you from needing to respond by stopping at your table with your orders. A steaming, folded crepe landed before you covered in a sauce just as pink as the rest of the cafe. A warm latte arrived with it and you wrapped your hands around the warm mug. It soothed you a little.

"Morn..." you began, not quite sure what you were going to say. Was this it? Were you going to lay your feelings on the table right here, right now?

"What is it? You can tell me anything." Morn leaned in over the table. "I can tell something's been bothering you lately."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn't even know how to begin; should you preface it with an apology? Some sort of explanation or disclaimer?

"I don't even know if I can tell you. Like, if I can get the words out," you said before sipping your latte. You savored the taste, hoping the espresso would ground you somehow. At the very least you wouldn't be expected to talk with your mouth full.

"There's no rush. I just... I want to help. I've known you long enough that I'm sure there's something I can do." Morn hadn't even touched her crepe yet.

"Let's just, um, eat." You answered.

"Good idea. I'm sure you'll feel like yourself once you've eaten and the coffee starts kicking in." Morn nodded to herself, cutting open her fruit-filled crepe. You similarly started to work on yours. The two of you ate in silence and, for a moment, you did feel better. Fully focusing on the aromas, flavors, and textures of your breakfast stilled your trembling hands. The slightest bit of confidence grew within you halfway through the meal.

"I... um..." the words slowly formed in your mouth. Morn paused, setting down her fork and knife and looking at you intently. "I fell in love. With someone I don't think I should be in love with."

Morn listened but said nothing. She was thinking.

"How do you know it's love?"

"What?" you asked.

"How do you know it's not just a crush? Or, you know, lust?" Morn inquired. You considered the question carefully. Memories of platonic cuddles, impromptu sleepovers, and late-night conversations with Morn came to mind.

"It's love because it's lasted way longer than any crush. I trust this person, and they trust me. I'm not like Lash, pining for the new guy from across the classroom; I know this person really well."

"I see." She paused again. "Why would it be bad to love them? Wouldn't a good history make a romantic relationship easier?"

"Only if they felt the same way..." you sighed and nestled your head in your elbows.

"Ah, right..." Morn looked sheepish. "Well, personally—and I do mean personally, so it might not apply to them—if I had a long-time friend that I had feelings for, I would just tell them."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"I mean, yeah. If I and this person had such a long history of trust, then I would trust them to still be friends with me afterward if they didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it would be awkward for a while, but I really don't think it would be, you know... destructive or anything."

More memories came to you. More times where you felt completely open and vulnerable with Morn, and when she did with you. Times when you comforted each other and shared secrets under blanket forts and playground swings and gymnasium bleachers. Words formed inside your mouth, desperate to make themselves known to the world. Perhaps now would become another one of these memories. You'd look back on it in the future and remember the smell of pink crepes in the pink cafe.

"Morn... I have these feelings for you. I'm talking about you."

You fought the urge to cover your mouth, and you didn't stutter or stammer in the slightest. Though working up the courage was difficult, letting the words go was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Morn didn't react much; an eyebrow rose slowly as she finished chewing. The silence was agonizing.

"I'm happy you trust me enough to share that with me," Morn said calmly. You wanted to shout that's all?! but held your tongue. She took a sip of her latte, clearly in no rush to say more.

"So..." you began, well and truly lost. All your effort had gone into mustering courage and now you had nothing left. Even your anxiety and worry had gone, and you were strangely content, though eager, to hear Morn speak.

"So..." Morn parroted, "does that mean you want to... you know, date me? Like, romantic dates, not besties dates. Kissing dates."

Again, your impulses screamed duh!

"Um, yeah..." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like that, but... only if you'd like that too."

She sipped her latte again, still calm.

"You know, over the years, I've imagined what we would be like if we were romantic with each other. Like, girlfriend-girlfriends. How could I not? We've known each other for so long."

You nodded, bidding her speak more.

"I never knew you wanted that. I can't imagine how you felt; I could tell something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what." Morn set the mug and her cutlery down, intentionally and warmly looking you in the eye. "I think...

You didn't even breathe.

"I think we should give it a shot." Morn smiled widely. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, yes it does," you finally drew breath. If Morn was feeling a similar tumult of emotions that you were, she was hiding it considerably well. Morn wiped her lips and tusks with a napkin and got up from the table.

"Well, I've got to visit mom and pops tonight, but we've still got Sunday tomorrow. How about we have our first real date then?"

"Uh, sure!" You sat there, dumbfounded. Was it really going to be this easy?

"Cool. I'll let you pick where we go, just like most of our... non-date hangouts," she said, turning to the cashier. She gestured widely to the table. "Put it all on my tab."

"You have a crepe tab?"

Morn chuckled. Making her way to the door, the sunlight caught her hair and skin deliciously.

"I'm a regular. Anyway," she grabbed her skateboard, "see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." You answered. She gave you one last toothy grin and stepped out before gliding out of sight, disappearing past the edge of the window. You rested your chin in your hands and sighed like a lovestruck teenager in a coming-of-age movie. Before long, your window-gazing session was interrupted by an employee.

"All done, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, I was spacing out."

"No, it's all good. Thanks for coming by, and if you don't mind me saying..." he looked somewhat pensive.

"What?"

"Don't tell Morn I said this since she's proven that she could snap me in half like a twig, but... speaking as the crepe guy she visits several times a week, I think she's a good match for you."

"But you've never met me before. Maybe once or twice, but—"

"She's told me all about you. All good things, don't worry. It's less about you and more about how Morn talks about you. She gushes when she mentions you, seriously." He paused awkwardly then started to clean up the table. "I've said too much."

"No, thank you," you said. "It's good to know."

"Glad I could help. Anyway... um, thanks for coming in." He waved at you as you got up and left. You nodded and made your exit.

Back at your dorm, you couldn't decide if you wanted to pace or lay in bed and kick your legs. You had so much energy inside you, trapped. It was equally nervous and thrilling. You wondered how Morn kept herself so well composed; something in the back of your mind nagged at you, wondering if it was because she didn't really feel that strongly for you. Enough, you thought to yourself. Morn was your best friend for almost as long as you could remember. She wouldn't toy with you like that. Hell, she explained her entire thought process on the topic before you even confessed to her.

You decided to pace to distract yourself. Those thoughts weren't helpful. Right now you had to choose a place for your first officially non-platonic date. It was never this hard to pick a place to hang out with Morn before...

Then, an idea. It sprung into your mind out of nowhere, and it just felt right. You made sure that the place was open on Sunday, checked the ticket prices... it was perfect. You readied your phone to text Morn the details... but Lash had already sent you a private message. You opened the notification.

Lash: yo how did crepes go?? sorry i no-showed

Your brow furrowed a bit. Lash's random interest was a bit strange, even more so since she was hungover. A dehydrated, vomiting Lash was bedridden for a good half-day in your experience.

You: the cafe was cool! the crepes were good

Unsure if you should be forthcoming about your new development with Morn, you figured they could find out tomorrow once your first "real date" was underway. A change like that would likely be a big deal in your friend group, so a text message wouldn't do the announcement justice anyway.

Lash: how's Morn?

You: shes fine? did something happen??

Lash: no lol, just wondering lol

Two "lol" in one text? You wanted to indulge your suspicions and investigate further, but you decided to leave it at that. You had a date to arrange.

You: still at your parents' place?

Morn: yeah, I'll be back in town tomorrow though

You: k, cool. does meeting at the aviary at 2pm work?

Morn: yeah definitely! what made you pick the aviary?

You: idk if you remember, it was so long ago, but it was the first school field trip we went on as friends

There was a pause as Morn's typing bubble hovered on your screen.

Morn: 😭OMG YOURE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY😭

Morn: i cant wait to see you tomorrow!!!

You: me too 💕

Your phone landed on your bed with a thump and that nervous energy returned with a vengeance. More pacing, more leg-kicking, even some giggles. This situation felt both extremely real and like a scene from a movie; you never imagined this sort of thing happened in real life, especially in yours. Against all previous expectations, things were going fine. It was thrilling, scary, and made your heart race, but it was going fine. The homework you had to do took a back seat to your excited daydreaming and scheming about tomorrow. You thought about how you would greet her, how you would hug, if and how you would go for a kiss, walking while holding her hand... predictably, sleeping that night was incredibly difficult.

In the morning, you finally executed the plans you fantasized about prior. You decided to err on the side of being overdressed, picking an outfit that wasn't formal but still a little more special than what you would usually wear. You showered, brushed your teeth, swished some mouthwash, and even flossed! Breath mints, a small assortment of Morn's favorite snacks, and an extra water bottle found their way into your bag. If you were going to overthink, then you would take advantage and be overprepared as well. Squeaky clean, dressed to impress, and with a heftier bag than usual, you skateboarded down to the aviary intent on arriving ten minutes early.

The journey was uneventful save for your steadily increasing heart rate. By the time you were waiting for her by the entrance gate, you were fully flustered. You stood still with a kind smile on your face, but anything more complex would have been asking too much of you. The mental rehearsal in your mind's eye ran over and over again: smile, say hi, hug. Smile, say hi, hug. These were all things you had done with Morn before, but with platonic intent instead of this newfound "why not?" intimacy. With how calm and composed Morn had appeared throughout this whole process, you felt as if you were at a disadvantage somehow. You worried in a juvenile sort of way that she was too cool for you.

The way she pulled up to the aviary in her car didn't help that worry at all. Her ride, an old, angular, black thing that roared like a beast, was her pride and joy. She had practically built the thing herself with the number of parts she swapped out of it. It was fully manual and she had the skills to maneuver it gracefully into the parking space. Out from it stepped your actual, honest-to-god, bonafide date.

She smiled at you and your brain melted. You held up a hand in a sort of mellow wave, offering a faint grin. By the time she closed the distance, your simple three-step plan was gone with the wind. Luckily she also decided that greeting with a hug was the correct choice and you were in her embrace quickly. You paused before realizing you should probably return the gesture and wrap your arms around her as well.

"It's so good to see you! You look great," she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"You too..." you breathed, taking your own chance to get a proper look. Her outfit was just as sleek and dark as her car: a pair of black jeans with accompanying boots, a matching leather jacket, and of course, that classic burgundy beanie to top it off.

"Shall we?" She extended a green, competent hand to you. She wasn't wearing her driving gloves today, which was good for your composure; otherwise, you would have well and truly swooned. You accepted her grasp and she gave your hand a firm squeeze before strolling with you to the ticket booth. Thanks to your student IDs, you got in with discounted admission.

The aviary itself was fairly large, and on this particular Sunday, you and Morn practically had the place to yourselves. Other than the idle chatter of a few other scattered visitors, there was only the sound of wind in the leaves and bird calls. The two of you meandered between the exhibits, chatting but not about much in particular. Instead, you were simply content to enjoy each other's company and look at the birds. The birds liked looking at you, too; at one point a pair of free-roaming peacocks followed you and Morn around the aviary.

"Looks like it's a double date," Morn quipped, gesturing to the two plumy birds. They were both mostly brown and lacking the massive, fan-shaped tails.

"They're a pair of girls too. Male peacocks are the ones with the crazy feathers," you noted.

"It's almost like having Lash and Dera tagging along." Morn chuckled. "In fact, if they keep failing to show up these birds would make good replacements."

You looked at the two peacocks, who had started preening each other's feathers.

"Do you think they're besties or girlfriends?" You playfully asked. "That's some pretty intense preening."

"Maybe they're both, like us." Morn wrapped an arm around you and offered you her shoulder. You melted again. "If you had feathers, I'd be preening you right now."

"If I knew how to return that compliment, I would." You said, deliciously rattled by her closeness and warmth.

"I have an idea... if you're cool with it." Morn kept holding you close, turning to make eye contact with you. You faced her and realized how close you were. Trapped in her gaze, you couldn't speak. You gave a faint nod.

The first thing you felt was her tusks on your cheeks. They met the corners of your mouth, pressing gently just before her lips met yours. In reality, the kiss was a quick peck. In your mind, time froze. You could no longer hear the birds calling or wind blowing, only the sound of your heart beating like a drum and a feeling like fire in your chest. Morn pulled away from the kiss with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if my tusks poked you. I'm still getting the hang of that."

"Hey, practice makes perfect, right?" you let slip with a suaveness that surprised even you. Morn's eyes widened in surprise before she let out a hearty laugh.

"That's the spirit!" She cheered, squeezing you hard. "I'm gonna hold you to it, so be aware: I'm gonna kiss you a bunch more before we're out of here."

"That's fine by me." You couldn't do anything else but giggle. Morn gave you another peck immediately after, angling her head a bit so her tusks didn't have such a lead on her lips. Your first kiss with Morn was perfect as far as you were concerned, but this second one was a bit more graceful.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

Your stroll through the aviary continued in this fashion: chatting about this and that, generally gushing about each other and punctuated by more quick kisses. It was strange to have a first date with someone that you knew so well, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. Each kiss felt natural and fun, not nerve-wracking and awkward as in the dates of your past. Before all this, you scoffed at yourself for wishing that there was a switch you could toggle to go from best friends to girlfriends, but so far it seemed to work precisely like that.

To the sound of your giggling, the sun was poised to set soon. The aviary closed early because it was Sunday, and you found yourself with Morn leaning against the gleaming hood of her car. You saw your reflection in it, the two of you framed by the orange sky. She came to your side, attaching to you like a magnet.

"It's probably time we headed home, huh?" she suggested.

"Yeah, probably," you replied reluctantly. "I almost don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." Morn smiled. "Did you really think I'd kiss you goodnight and leave you on the curb?"

You giggled. That would certainly be the plan for a first date with a stranger, but this was Morn.

"You could come by and hang out with me in my dorm for a bit?" she asked.

"I'd love to." You answered. Her dorm building and yours were right next to each other, after all. She stood up from the hood of her car and opened the passenger side door, offering the seat to you. Not long after stowing your skateboard in the trunk, you were cruising through the city streets bound for the university. Morn's focus made the ride a smooth one, her hands expertly gripping the steering wheel and gear shifter. She wore a focused but pleased expression as she deftly maneuvered the growling vehicle.

"Oh!" Her concentration broke. "We should get food! We haven't eaten at all."

Tires squealed as she veered right, making a turn she wasn't expecting to make. You gripped your armrest and giggled. The engine roared and, within moments, delivered you to a drive-through whose location Morn seemed to know by heart. She was so familiar with it that she blew past the lit-up menu and instead went directly to order.

"Don't worry, I'll get you something you'll like." She reassured you before making it out of the drive-through, takeout bag in hand, in record time. The bag landed in your lap and delicious smells wafted from it. You were tempted to peek inside and sample its contents, but even while entranced with Morn's driving skills you knew eating in her car was a no-no. Untoasted Pop-Tarts during a late-night study session on her bed were okay but her car was like a temple. You folded the top of the bag to make it easier to resist the temptation.

After she had parked and gotten out of the car, you followed her with takeout bag in one hand and skateboard in the other. This late on a Sunday night, the sky was a deep navy. Stark white light from the lamp posts illuminated the web of pathways that connected the dorms, parking lots, student union, and myriad other places you'd typically skateboard solo to.

A few beeping locks later, you made it to Morn's dorm room. Like yours, it was spartan and tiny, but it belonged to her and her alone. You set the bag down on the solitary table and determined to chow down, but Morn caught your attention. She sat on the twin-sized bed that you had shared with her many times before; platonically, of course. She had an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"You okay?" You asked, not sure where to begin.

"I'm great, actually," she said, brushing her hair out of the way so she could look at you. "Sorry if I overdid it with the kisses earlier—"

"You didn't," you interjected.

"I just... It felt great to kiss you. I don't know if it's just my nerves, or the newness of it all, or something else, but... I'm kicking myself for not making the first move on you sooner." She looked away, blushing a forest green on her cheeks. You sat next to her on the bed before she could say anything more.

"Hey, don't feel bad just because I was moping for a bit. The fact I was so worried is proof that you can't really know how someone feels about you until you ask. Even if you were friends since forever ago." You reversed the usual arrangement by wrapping your arm around her. She chuckled softly.

"I can't believe I was stressing myself out over random sorority chicks at parties rejecting me. Being with you just feels so much better than the dating apps and the parties and shit like that," Morn sighed. "I know it's technically only our first date but I really think we're something special."

"We are special," you held her tighter, "we went on our first date after... what, a decade and a half of knowing each other? That kind of history sure beats cheesy Tinder pick-up lines."

"Sure does," Morn punctuated her sentence with a kiss. Instead of giving you a quick peck, she pressed her lips into yours even harder. Within the privacy of her dorm room, your heart fluttered at the notion of Morn being able to do whatever she wanted to you. You felt the beginnings of her tongue at your lips, then she pulled away and took a deep breath. Her face was inches from yours as you caught your breath.

"I really like kissing you," Morn uttered. "Now that we're alone... are you okay if I really kiss you?"

"Really kiss me?" you teased. She got even closer.

"Please?" She played along with her best begging tone.

"Go ham." She kissed you again, giggling at your choice of words with her lips pressed against yours once more. She immediately cradled your head in her strong hands, gently placing you into a reclining position. There wasn't much room, but she managed to fit alongside you in the twin-sized bed all without breaking the kiss. You opened your eyes after pulling away to breathe, and all you could see were her dandelion-colored irises.

"I'm gonna go again," She said, smiling. "I just had to get a good look at you first."

"You can do whatever you want, Morn." You grabbed her arm and placed her hand on you. "Just don't keep me waiting."

Morn kissed you hard for the third time, the hand you held now caressing your body ravenously. As her tongue gently played at your lips, her hand found its way to your chest and played with your breasts. She hardly gave you time to gasp, coming back to your mouth with fervor. Her tongue met yours in earnest now, both of you closing the space on the bed between you. Her body flush with yours, you could feel every muscle as she held you close.

You felt one of her legs settle in between your thighs, and you whined into her mouth as she teasingly rubbed you against it. Even fully clothed the sensation was electric, no doubt due to the person giving it to you. Many nights alone had involved fantasies just like this. Now they were coming true.

Desperately, you began grinding yourself against her leg. You chased the sensation as far as you could, moaning into Morn's kiss. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, she removed herself from you. Her leg pulled away and the kiss stopped. You opened your eyes, bewildered. Morn had gotten off the bed and kneeled just next to it, her eyes level with your aching need. She grabbed the waistband of your bottoms before looking you in the eyes again.

"You said you didn't want me to keep you waiting," she grinned, tusks glistening. "This okay?"

"It's more than okay... stop teasing me!" You whined. She nodded, pulling your bottoms off entirely before hovering in between your legs. You could feel her breathe on you through your underwear. God, she was so close; you twitched with each puff of warm breath. Her tusks brushed against the inside of your thighs. With a tentative finger she eased your underwear out of the way, gently planting kisses all around your bare mound. She held your legs in place as they twitched and reacted to her electric touch. She deliberately avoided your tender nub with her warm lips. She was playing with you.

"Morn, please," you begged. She paused to look up at you and give a toothy grin.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she teased, quickly going back for more. She felt unimaginably warm against your already hot entrance. It wasn't unlike all those other times you melted at Morn's touch, only now it was so intense you couldn't help but let out gasps and squeaks. She held nothing back this time. Hungrily, she lapped at your slit, each lick finishing with a flourish on your sensitive little nub. You mewled in time with her curling tongue.

"Oh! That's— ah! So good!" You moaned, your back beginning to arch as you squirmed around on the mattress.

"You flatter me," Morn uttered between licks, looking proud. You saw something in her eye before she let go of one of your thighs and brought her hand to your entrance. Her tongue didn't let up at all as she slowly introduced one of her substantial fingers. It fit comfortably inside you at first, but you gasped hard when it started moving. Morn added another soon after, stretching you deliciously.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," you panted, your face burning red and lungs desperate for air.

"My pleasure," Morn said before redoubling her efforts. Her fingers curled inside you, making a "come hither" motion that made your hips rock. By this point, Morn's tongue had trouble staying on you as you writhed. You gasped with every finger curl, well and truly lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Morn!" You cried, rocking yourself against her fingers desperate for more. She gave up on trying to lick your nub, instead palming one of your breasts with her other hand and pinning you to the bed. With the new leverage, she worked your insides with her fingers, pumping them in and out of you with her muscular arm. You could see sweat beading on her taut green skin.

"Come for me. I wanna see you come," Morn urged. You could do little else but cry out and oblige her. Your body spasmed hard as you cried out gibberish interspersed with her lovely name. Her fingers didn't stop rubbing against your inner walls, leaving you breathless and faint and tightly wound around her. The coiling pleasure within you finally snapped. Your back arched, completely leaving the bed as Morn pressed her lips into yours. She kissed you hungrily as you wailed into her mouth. There was nothing in your mind but the feeling of her fingers coaxing you through the height of your bliss and holding you there for as long as possible. When the pleasure finally started to subside and your breath returned to you, Morn finally withdrew her fingers and lips and wiped her forehead. She smiled at you wordlessly.

"I love you, Morn," you said, panting. There was nothing else to say, nothing else on your mind. If you had given yourself that sort of bliss on a lonely night, you would be drowsy and lethargic. Instead, with Morn turning her love for you into pleasure that made you cry out and curl, you had never felt more alive. She gave you a moment to catch your breath. Leaving your lips unkissed, she sat by your side and stroked your hair.

"I love you too," she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Are you tired?"

You shook your head enthusiastically. Sure, you would likely be sore in a few hours, but you wouldn't dream of denying Morn more of you.

"Good, because I wanna get off too." She chuckled and pecked your lips. Undressing herself completely, she helped you out of what clothes remained until you were both completely bare. You were completely flush against her on the bed once more, your skin perfectly complimenting her green form. Her body was toned and full, muscled yet smooth. Even after all you had just been through, the sight of her still made your heart skip.

"I've always wanted to try this. Spread your legs," she commanded, gently grasping your ankles. You complied and she lifted one of your legs aloft just in front of her as if about to hug it. Still holding your leg pointed toward the ceiling, she straddled your dripping warmth with her own. She eased herself onto you and those lovely electric feelings returned. She moaned for the first time, her pleasured sounds like music to your ears.

The position was a little awkward and bent your back in a strange way, but the feeling of her slick sex pressed against yours was delicious.

"I'm gonna start moving," Morn said. She initiated a gentle rocking motion that made you both gasp. The friction between the two of you felt gorgeous and you soon found yourself reciprocating with your hips. Interlocked and sharing the same squeaks and mewls, you wanted desperately to kiss her but couldn't. You had to lay there at her mercy as Morn clung to your leg and ground herself into you. She doubled up on her pace.

"Oh, shit," Morn groaned, both with pleasure and with effort. She had the same expression as when she was driving; when her head wasn't thrown back with a sigh, she was looking at you with love but also intent. Her grinding made you moan and her glare made you shiver delightfully. You had never felt anything like this before, nor had you even fantasized about Morn pressed up against you like this.

"This feels amazing... ah! Morn..." you sighed between yelps when the friction between you peaked.

"I—I..." Morn gasped, her entire face contorted and flushed. She had brought you to your peak once already, and now you wanted nothing more than to see her reach her own ecstasy.

"Please, Morn, come," you pleaded, mirroring her own urgency when she had brought you to orgasm earlier.

"No, I... Shit, I've got a cramp." She sighed, this time tinged with disappointment as she stopped her grinding. "Ouch." She gently disentangled herself from you, rubbing her thigh. The realization that her creased brow had come from pain and not pleasure embarrassed you a bit, an emotion that Morn echoed.

"Hey, it's okay." You sat up and held her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast as she massaged the cramp out of her muscled thigh. "Just so you know, I'm having a great time."

"You were having a great time." She winced as she shifted her kneeling weight on the bed. "Serves me right for thinking I could fuck like a pornstar on the first date, huh?"

"I already came once, Morn," you reminded her. Sitting alongside her, equally naked and sweaty, there was a clarity in the air that made it effortless to speak your mind. You felt bold, yet comfortable. You felt like you wanted more of Morn's body. "Let me take care of you. I think I can make this work."

"Take the lead, babe," Morn relented. The way she said babe made you giddy inside, but you were focused on her now. "Just mind the leg, it still freakin' hurts."

"Morn, when I say I'm gonna take care of you, I mean it. Just lie down," you said, easing her onto her back. With the positions reversed, you had a moment to look her up and down. Laid bare before you and anticipating your next move, the sight of her awoke something within you. Something that told you not to hold back.

You practically pounced atop her, squarely laying yourself on her body. She met you with a kiss that you eagerly returned. You channeled all your built-up desire to please her into that kiss, at the same time aligning your mound with hers. It took a few tries, but eventually, you found the angle where your clit could meet hers without requiring pornstar-style flexibility. Pleasure jolted through both of you and she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Told you I could make it work," you grinned, focusing now on the movement of your hips. You started slowly at first as to not tire yourself out but quickly increased the pace as the coiling warmth inside you grew. Instead of kissing her, you buried your face in her shoulder so you could hear her sing. With every roll of your hips she moaned, louder and louder as you humped her harder and harder.

"Oh, god, babe," Morn panted. You could feel her frenzied breath on your neck as she cried out. You could feel your own orgasm building but all you cared about was her.

"Tell me how you feel," you commanded, maintaining your hips' pace. "I want you to come so bad."

"Keep going," Morn grunted. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"

You furthered your efforts, grinding your desperate nub into hers with vigor. You panted as you began to feel tingles in your extremities and your breath became impossibly tight. Morn matched your desperation, her hips weakly pushing upwards so that her mound would meet yours sooner. Just a little more! More! You shouted to yourself mentally as Morn's hands squeezed your waist to signal her impending orgasm.

You frantically let go of her body with one hand, giving up precious leverage in order to make sure Morn couldn't escape the pleasure you were giving her. There was nothing you wanted more than to reach the peak together. You gently caught her pearl between your fingers and rolled it as you ground into her, drawing out deep moans from her. She spasmed in your grasp, gasping in time with your own pleased sighs.

"Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the piled-up blankets. Her whole body tensed and you could feel each of her rippling muscles press against you in a desperate bid to ride out her orgasm. You followed soon after, the air forced from your lungs as an explosion of tingling warmth knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was cry out with her and press your nub into hers where your hand was still at work. You rubbed and rolled, trying your best to prolong the mutual climax before finally catching your breath and collapsing into Morn's tired embrace.

With your body limp and your face buried in her neck, you could feel her breasts rise and fall with each breath. You held each other loosely for a moment, just listening to her breathe. After only a few heartbeats, she started giggling.

"What's so funny?" you asked, lifting your heavy head to look at her.

"Nothing," she stifled her giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was just really, really good."

"Are you crying?" You asked, concerned but secretly proud of your handiwork.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm tearing up, there's a difference," she chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank you. You're the one that started it," you cooed, stroking her hair. "plus, you ate me out first so I think I owe you."

"It's on the house," Morn sighed contently. "But you're still on me... could you roll over, please?"

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly shifted your weight off of her and onto the mattress.

"Don't worry about it, I just figured the bed was softer than me." She chuckled again.

You said nothing, instead opting to resume your embrace with her from the side. She reciprocated, rolling over so she could be the big spoon. She wrapped her arms around you snugly.

"Ah, shit," Morn cursed under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" You craned your neck a bit to see her golden eyes in your periphery.

"Our food is definitely cold by now," she grumbled, "and I don't have a microwave."

“I’ve got snacks in my bag.” You replied.

Morn readied a compliment, but delayed when both your phones buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ had something to say.

“What is it now?” Morn rolled over and grabbed her phone, reading the messages as they rolled in. You did the same.

“What the…?”

Lash: did you two kiss yet???

Dera: they did more than that 😳😳😳

Morn shot you a look of disbelief before tapping away frantically.

Morn: wtf are you guys talking about?

You: ^

Lash: the crepe date! u two are dating now right?

You: what do u mean crepe date? the breakfast u failed to show up to u mean??

Lash: lol, relax. we just thought you two needed some time alone. for the record, i was actually hung over. me and dera just agreed you two needed to talk it out

Dera: seriously, u look at Morn the way she looks at crepes, and she looks at u the way Lash looks at literally anyone

Lash: or the way u look at dudes bulges

Dera: shut up

“I…” Morn began, jaw agape. “I don’t know if I should be mad or amazed. I’m both.”

“They set us up like lonely freshmen.” You shook your head, chuckling.

Lash: u two are dating now right???

Morn: yes dumbass

You: can confirm

Lash: CUTEEEEE

Dera: morn fucks on the first date. respect.

You: wait how- what?

Dera: ur in Morn’s dorm right

Your texting was interrupted by three solid thumps coming through the wall.

Dera: i’m right next door and these dorms are made of fucking paper

Morn: hey, i’ve dealt with hearing every single time you slept with some guy. fair is fair

Dera: no judgment from me!

Lash: suddenly i’m glad i still live with my parents…

You put your phone down as you really didn’t have much to say. Morn gave up on it as well, your phones resting together on the floor. She resumed spooning you and a moment later, you felt her chest start to heave with laughter; a hearty laugh loud enough for Dera to hear through the walls. You joined her, laughing until your diaphragm ached. The whole situation, the realization that Dera and Lash knew before either of you did and that they had a master plan… utterly ridiculous. It was like something out of a movie, yet with your arms wrapped around one of Morn’s, completely real. You feared this was all a dream, and as soon as you succumbed to sleep in Morn’s cozy twin bed, it would dissolve.

Morn could tell sleep started to take you.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. She squeezed you tight. You had never been more sure of anything in your life that Morn would still be cuddling you when you woke up.

[nanamisflowerfield]

Royal Guard Lioness! MC x Leona Scenario

Scenario where two ladies are fighting for Leona's love but sees him doing...

Warning: Romance lol

Girl 1: Ugh! You'll never understand Leona like I do!

Girl 2: Uh, being classmates with him during school days don't count as knowing someone well

Girl 1: Shut up! He'll be mine, he'll love me I know it!

Girl 2: I'd like to see you try. Let's see who Leona notices first.

Girl 1: Let's see who wins his love!

Girl 2: Which one shall succeed in pursuing the Prince?

Girl 1: It's on!

[Days later]

Girl 1: Oh! Finally decided to show up huh? *Crosses arms*

Girl 2: How can I win Leona's heart if I don't show up? *Glaring at her*

Girl 1: Ugh! Whatever! Hmm... That's weird, Leona usually comes out at this time. He's nowhere to be seen.

Girl 2: Ugh, let's just find him m

[The girls start to walk around the palace's courtyard when they heard muffles laughing coming from the gardens]

Girl 1: Huh? That laugh, it sounds like Leona! I'm coming my prince! *Runs to the garden*

Girl 2: You do not get to call him that! *Runs after her*

-At the garden-

Girl 1: There he is! Wait- look, he's with someone!

Girl 2: Who is it?

Girl 1: I don't know, let's take a closer look

[The girls sneakily move around the garden until they finally get a clear view]

Girl 1: Here, we'd be able to see Leona from here

Girl 2: Oka- *Jaw drops*

Girl 1: What? Can't take Leona's charms? Huh I know but you're not going to receive that anytime soon- *Gets shushed by Girl 2* Hey!

Girl 2: No! Look *Points at Leona and the figure*

Girl 1: What is it- Ahhhhhhh..............

[The girls see the prince AKA the man of their dreams having a kissing session with none other than his bodyguard]

Girl 1: His bodyguard?!

Girl 2: Oh my gosh!

Girl 1: Are you kidding me?! His bodyguard?! Seriously?!

--

MC: *Laughing* Awww what's with the sudden kiss?

Leona: Not my fault you looked so cute *Smirks* Come here *Goes to embrace her*

MC: Alright you overgrown cub hehehe... *Kisses his cheek before embracing him and caressing his hair*

Leona: Love you

MC: Love you too...

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Girl 1 and Girl 2: *Looking at the scene in front of them*

MC: *Suddenly looks and glares at them*

Girl 1 and Girl 2: EEEP! WE'VE BEEN SPOTTED!

MC: *Thinking* That's right you little twerps. Guess you didn't know that your little game had a third player and that third player already won... Fufufufufu the looks on your faces are so priceless

Girl 1: I'M OUT OF HERE! *Leaves*

Girl 2: Dang it, why his bodyguard?! *Leaves too*

MC: *Smirks* Heh...

Leona: *Pulls away from the embrace* I feel like kissing you again

MC: Ohh? Hehe go ahead~

Leona: Yay *chuckles*

MC: Yay? *Lets out a small laugh before kissing him again*

Romance should never be a warning! It‘s something I live for🥺💕 happy Leona makes me so happy!

[magalidragon]

making music | a Jonerys AU | fic tease

a/n: Bêcha thought I forgot this one? LOL Nope, just working on it here and there. It will be longer than I thought of course. So here’s a tease to part 1 up soon!

Once again, turning the corner, she almost stepped straight into a busker only this time a trumpet player, and when she knelt down to pick up the coins that had fallen out of a flatcap set on the cobblestone, she heard a low chuckle, and a heavy Northern accent, her blood going cold.

"You just can't help yourself can you?"

"I'm sorry I..." She whipped up, glaring. She shouted. "YOU!"

Jon chuckled, leaning against the brick wall, a foot propped up behind him, his other stretched out, and a trumpet loose in his fingers. "Me." He rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "You want a piece of my gig here or what? That why you keep stepping into my payment?"

She glanced at the cap, noting there were only a few stags; he had way more as a guitar player. She smirked up and straightened. "Maybe you should stick to strings then Mr..."

"Snow," Jon said, lifting the trumpet up. He blew into it, fingers fast on the keys, the tune upbeat, jazzy. Someone walking by tossed in a dragon coin. He finished the snippet of a song she thought she might have recognized as a twist on a famous Essosi opera aria, and had gathered a few other admirers, including, she noted, some young women who giggled behind their hands and ducked their heads coquettishly, trying to catch his attention.

It was the music that held her attraction-- although he did look good standing there in his all black attire, hair pulled from his face, his strong forearms on display. She spied some tattoos peeking out from under the rolled cuffs and one on his inner wrist, a series of musical notes on a scale. She frowned, wishing she could see it closer, wondering what song held such importance to him he wanted it inked to his skin permanetly. Or maybe, was in his mind during a drunken moment and now was inked permanently. Could be anything.

He finished the song, the crowd gathered applauding. He swept the trumpet aside and bowed, moving towards the case while people dropped coins and other things into the flatcap. Several of the women dropped phone numbers. Dany remained standing, waiting for them to disperse and Jon to collect the money. "Do they not pay you enough?" she asked.

He chuckled, unfolding the bills and darting a glance upwards through his dark curls. "They do. This is for something else." He pocketed the money and shoved the cap into the side of the padded trumpet case. He quickly cleaned out the trumpet, wiping down the gleaming brass, dragging the cloth through the valves to dry it, and set it into the velvet lining.

Dany waited and caught his attention when he stood, slinging the case over his shoulder. "Are you first cello?" she asked, wanting more information. He was the only one she knew now from the sympthony, she wanted to get as much information as possible. Especially if they were to play together.

He nodded. "Aye."

"But you also play guitar and trumpet?"

"I play a lot of instruments."

"Yeah so does everyone," she scoffed. They all said that. Viola players claimed they could play violin and vice versa. Guitar players claimed they were also proficient in banjo and ukelele sometimes. Anything for the résumé. She rolled her eyes. "There's a difference in maybe playing something and being proficient in it."

Jon eyed her sideways, chuckling. "Alright, I'm proficient in a lot of instruments. And you?"

"Four."

"Let me guess."

She grinned. "Go ahead." He'd never guess.

Jon ticked off his fingers. "Violin."

"Duh."

"Guitar."

She wrinked her nose. "Yes."

They turned a corner; she had no idea where he was going, somehow she was stuck to him like a magnet, unable to tear away. He patted his pockets, searching for somethng, and removed a pack of cigarettes. He smiled sheepishly. "Bad habit."

"Terrible habit, especially for someone who plays a brass or woodwind instrument," she chided.

He lit the cigarette, pocketing the lighter with a flick of his fingers. She spied a wolf etched into the side of the silver Zippo. He paused at a corner, studying her a moment. She shifted, oddly uncomfortable with the x-ray-like gaze. His irises were gray, a peculiar color. They shimmered, reminding her of the ash on the cigarette or else storm clouds. He blew a stream of smoke out to the side, gesturing with the cigarette. "Piano."

She grit her teeth. Eyebrow quirked, she shrugged. "Alright. Yes."

"I've got three. How many more guesses do I get?"

"One more, I told you I play four."

Jon kept his gaze on her, once again giving her the x-ray once over. He narrowed his eyes and smiled wide. "Harp."

Her mouth dropped. What...how...WHAT!? "You cheated!" she exclaimed, at the same time he burst out laughing. He dodged the fist she flung out to smack at his shoulder, this perfect stranger, but she was positive he deserved it. First for chastising her when she completely accidentally stepped into him, then for his comments after her incredbile audition, and now well, for whatever was happening with this. She glared at him, simultaneously impressed he got them right and also annoyed.

Now he laughed. "How did I cheat? I didn't know you until like three hours ago."

"But you did," she realized. He knew her real name. Could have been a good guess, but she tried vrey hard to keep the lives separate. So how did he know?

They were still walking. She realized they were approaching a nondescript old building, stone and worn, with moss growing on the side from the healthy amount of humidity King's Landing endured. There was a large olive tree out front, providing shade over a fountain of a series of wolves chasing each other. They stopped near the entrance to the small courtyard, his fingers idly running down the strap of his trumpet case, his cigarette almost worn down to the filter.

He flicked off some ash, drew in a last pull of it, and stubbed it out, tossing it into a trash can. He smiled again, but it didn't meet his eyes. He tapped her case. "Violin, easy." He gestured to her fingers. "You have piano hands, calluses on your wrists, your black and white outfit, probably what, teacher too?" She scowled, refusing to acknowledge he was right. He carried on. "Guitar because that was actually just a guess."

"And harp? How'd you guess that?" she demanded.

Jon blinked, shrugging. "You're a Targaryen."

Her jaw set. "Yes," she ground out. She arched her brows, silver bouncing up to her hairline. "Which I would kindly request you keep to yourself."

"You should probably hide your eye color then."

"I could just be Lyseni or Valyrian otherwise."

"You have your mother's face," he said. He continued, her shoulders drawing back at that, surprised. He smiled again. "And Rhaegar Targaryen was one of my first music teachers. I know a Targaryen and I know he has a little sister and well, Targaryens are the only harp players that actually make it a worthy instrument to learn." He grinned wider. "I'll give you a hint. One of the instruments I do not know how to play is harp."

Rhaegar's student? Her mother? Harp? What? There were questions swirling around in her mind, before she could ask him to clarify. He walked by her and to the fountain, dropping some of the coins in it and then depositing his earnings into a box near the entrance to the building. He tipped his fingers to his temple, saluting her. "See you around Daenerys Targaryen. Or Dany Storm. Which do you want me to call you?"

"Dany," she whispered, unsure what to make of him.

He nodded, smiling. "Dany." He turned, walking off and reached into his pocket, removing a harmonica, lifting it to his lips and humming off on it as he wandered away, out of sight.

[ayamethewitch]

May I request a fic/hcs for a jealous Marsella, please?? 🥺 I would love to know how you think he would react when, for example, Berlin or Bogotá flirts with the reader 🥰

I love your writing btw!! <33

Of course Darling <3, and thank you so much, i hope you enjoy this as well i enjoy writing it .

Also, so sorry for the delay to this request, i was very bussy but now im back :D! 💖

N/A: I don't know if i can call this a one shot or just headcanons, i guess i made a mix so enjoy it haha.

Jealousy Marsella before he and you have a relationship:

You and Berlin was just talking about the life. Talking with Andres could be really interesting, he has a lot of stories and he knows about almost everything that you ask him: Art, Music, History, Robberies. From the moment you meet him you knew he was quite a person

—You know (your name), life it's a very short travel— he say looking to the sky, you two are at the central courtyard in the temple of the Monks—and no many enjoy it...

—I guess you're not the kind of man that can't enjoy the travel, the adventure..

—Oh no no, Darling of course not— he says responding as take a long sipp of wine—there's a day on my live when i promise to myself that i would not deprive myself of the little pleasures of the live and just enjoy the moment, so no, im not that kind of idiot that don't aprecciate the beautiful things that has in front of himself—you dont know if it was just your imagination but you could almost swear that when he say "beautiful things" he was looking at you—¿What about you, darling? ¿You think you enjoy the travel?

—Well, i hope so...i try to do it, that's why i'm here with you guys on first place, i'm not afraid of just living my life...

—Oh i see, that's wonderful because there's a beautiful restaurant, very fancy just a few streets of right here and it would be such a pity that you tell me you're not gonna come with me...

You look at him, without knowing what to say.

—Berlin—a voice just interrumpted the conversation and soon as you saw that face, you'r heart just start to beat very fast— May i interrumpted?

He started walk, and when he was in front of you give you a big hug, and put behind you with his arms around your hips.

You laugh, he probably listen some of what Berlin was saying to you and that could make he feel a little bit jealous.

Berlin has a strange expresion on his face.

—Hi,Jakov..—you say as you touch one his hands.

—Weatever—say Berlin and just walk away.

—¿What its wrong with he?—he ask like if not already know that

—Oh nothing—you say laughing— what about you, are you okay?

You look at him with a funny expression.

—Of course, why i wouldn't? I just...saw you talking with Andres and...

—And, you get jealous?

—Jealous? Me? ¡No!, im very confident about myself

—Really? How much?

—Enought to know that you'r heart its beating very fast for me right now, and that the two of us are in love with each other...—He say with a flirty voice close to you hear, you blushed, he know very well how to be charm.

Even if you two aren't in a relationshipp right now, both of you know about your feelings.

—I...i..¡Come with me!—you say taking off his arms of you an started to walk.

—Where, "señorita?

—Berlin give me a fantastic idea of a place where we can have a date, our...our first date.

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When you two have a relationship

• You two have a very cute relationshipp, with no secrets, always trusting onf eachother but not being the type of couple that are like screaming that you two are together.

•So not everyon know about it, just Berlín (finally lol), Palermo, Sergio and Nairobi (cause she's your best friend). The rest of the band like Helsinki or Tokyo could just imagine that something happend between you two but nothing oficially.

•So, it wasn't strange that Bogota doesn't know about your relationship with him. Even when you started your relationshipp before you meet him, he have no idea about it.

—Im so happy for you guys—you say to Estocolmo, you two were watching Denver playing with his son, Cinccinati.— "Cincci" its so cute and you are such a great parents...

—Thank you...—She replied— Bogota, i hear that you have a lot of kids, isn't?

You two look the man who took a wallet from his pocket and show a lot of photos of kids.

You two look very impresed.

—There you got..they are my kids, they are very talented, and very charms just like his father.

You saw the pics with a smile, its was so funny but cute at the same time.

—Oh, the're so cute! I would really love have a child or two one day...

Estocolmo smiles you, and then...

—If you want, i could give you a lot of kids...

Estocolmo, Palermo, and Nairobi laugh very loud. Tokyo, Rio and Helsinki just look waiting for you answer.

Bogota look at you with a kinky face and wink and eye.

—I...don't offend you but i can't do that...

—Why? You are too shy?

—No, its because i already have a boyfriend—you say laughing—and i love him so much..

—Yeah? Well i don't see it...

—Look behind you

Bogota turn around and saw Marsella with a serious face and with his arms crossed.

—Now you see it...—you say going to hug the man and give him a big kiss.

Bogota have a uncomfortable face.

—No way..you are with...—say Tokyo very surprised.

—I knew it—say Helsinki drinking a beer.

—You two look very cute...—say Estocolmo.

—Yeah...very cute—repeat Bogota.

—But dont worry, we are gonna take your advice, Bogota...—you say taking the hand of Marsella and started to walk to your room.— i hope we can have so much babys as you!