#i am trying to be better about stressing over small details so I can just finish things!

[ebonyclaw]

New Chainsaw Man PMV dropped!

[cheeseceli]

When your parents don't like them

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!Reader (individually)

Genre: reverse hurt/comfort? Angst? A little bit of fluff perhaps; reaction

Description: their reaction to not having the approval of your parents in their first meeting (established relationship)

Warnings: not proofread; a lot of overthinking and self doubt in most of the scenarios; the length of each story is not favouritsm!! It's just that some scenarios required more details than others

A/n: I should have posted this one a long time ago... Oh well. And I am literally the mix of Han and Lee Know, this would 100% happen to me if I were in their shoes

Bang Chan

‌HE'S SO SHOCKED

‌Parents always love him, so why didn't yours?

‌He believes he took it for granted

‌But he was so sure your family would love him

‌Rethinks everything he said and did

‌And thinks about what he could've done

‌He'll be up all night because of it, you better believe me

"Maybe it's the outfit I was wearing?"

"Chan, for God's sake, go to sleep."

"Seriously though, do you think my clothes weren't appropriate?"

"There was nothing wrong with how you looked baby."

"... So maybe I didn't introduce myself properly?"

"Chan."

Lee Know

‌ He knew he had to talk

‌ But it turns out he was too scared

‌And your parents just aggravated his problem

‌ He'd give only short answers and would only speak when spoken with

‌ Because of that your parents didn't see him as a really charismatic guy

‌ But I swear he was trying his best

"I swear it wasn't as bad as it seemed."

"It was horrible. I doubt any of your parents even know what my voice sounds like."

"You were nervous. I'm sure they'll understand. If you'd like I can talk to them about it."

"Please, don't. The last thing I want is for your parents to think that besides being awkward I'm a coward as well."

"They don't think either of those things. You'll see, you guys just need to know each other a little bit more. They'll love you."

Even with his worried expression, he gave you a small smile "I hope so".

Changbin

‌ You warned him he was getting too close

‌ He was holding your hand, caressing your thigh, hugging you too tight, kissing you a lot...

‌ All the time

‌ And yes, you both were dating for a while now

‌ But your parents didn't really appreciate the attitude

‌ And truly, he thought that by doing that he was showing how much he treasured and loved you

‌ Sadly your parents didn't understand his actions like he planned

"But what was I supposed to do? Stay away from you?"

"Ideally, yes"

Changbin pouted, not even realising it "but I'm your boyfriend"

"They are not used to this fact just yet. Don't worry though, they still have a lot of time to like you. Just wait and see"

Hyunjin

‌ Similar to Chan, Hyunjin didn't expect to be rejected by your parents

‌of course, he wasn't expecting to make the fall in love immediately, but he knew he had some charms

‌and he actually put a lot of effort into impressing them so when it doesn't work he's like

‌genuinely sad

‌And he's scared your relationship might change now that he doesn't have your family approval right away.

"So... About the dinner"

"They are always like this, don't worry"

"How come?"

"I knew they were gonna play hard to get. But don't you stress over it, sooner or later they will realise there is no need to act like it"

"So I can still convince them into not hating me?"

"Why would they hate you? You were really boyfriend material if you ask me"

He laughed, a little bit more relieved "They were kinda... aggressive back there, y'know?"

"Ugh, sorry about that. I swear things will get better"

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

"I thought you'd get sad or something like that since the meeting didn't go that well"

"I'm a bit sad, yeah. But it's not your fault. You did your best. Besides, it won't last that long. It's kinda hard to hate on the Hwang Hyunjin for too long"

He laughed again, openly this time as he replied "I hope you are right"

Han

‌The problem wasn't exactly what he did

‌The problem was that he didn't do anything

‌Literally anything

‌ He'd excuse himself to go to the bathroom to avoid any questions

‌He barely moved besides that

‌After a while your dad even forgot he was there

‌And Han wished he could disappear

"I'm so, so sorry"

"Ji, it's okay"

"I was gonna answer your mother, I swear. But she was looking at me with daggers in her eyes"

"You were just fine"

"Fine? Y/n, your dad sighed in relief after I left the room. They must see me as a loser"

"I'm sure they don't. Besides, you still have a lot of time left to win them over. I know they'll love you"

Felix

‌Your parents loved him actually

‌They just don't think he is fit to be your boyfriend

‌They think that his angel face and sweet personality wouldn't give you enough security throughout your life

‌And Felix wants to prove himself to your parents so badly now

‌He will use his deep voice privilege to try to prove his point

‌He will go to the gym with Changbin until he's "intimidating" enough

‌And he won't fail on reminding them how he has over 60 medals on taekwondo

"How do I look?"

"Great, as always"

"But do I look intimidating? Scary?"

"Lix..."

"But not too scary. I need to look threatening to others but reliable to you"

"You look like someone my parents will like"

"They already like me, but not enough to like our relationship"

"They will though. Soon enough they will appreciate everything that comes along with you, trust me."

Felix smiled and nodded, feeling a certain comfort into your words as you headed to the door

"Just for the record, you do look threatening but reliable"

"Oh thank you. I was going crazy over this"

Seungmin

‌If your parents don't like Seungmin then the problem is on them

‌just kidding

‌Seriously though, I can't imagine why they wouldn't like him

‌And neither can Seungmin himself

‌So he truly thinks that everything was a misunderstanding and that it's only a matter of time until your whole family falls in love with him

‌He will face it like a challenge

"What about we invite your parents to our apartment this weekend?"

"We just saw them less than an hour ago"

"I think we should see them again"

"Did you like them that much?"

"They seem cool. But they also seem to hate me. I need to change their minds"

"What? They didn't hate you at all"

"Your father's glare would disagree. But that doesn't matter that much because by the end of this week they will love me"

"You seem certain"

"Of course I am. I can't have them hating me for the rest of our lives, can I?"

"They don't hate you. They are just... hard to please"

"I'll change this" he faced you with a confident smile "I give you my word"

I.N

‌Kinda clueless

‌Totally clueless actually

‌He can't understand what he did wrong but apparently he did something awful considering your parents disliked him that much

‌Will try to find ways to apologise

‌Will gift them and try to keep a conversation even when you're not around

"Does your mother like flowers? She does, right? Every mother does"

"What are you doing?"

"You said that she invited us to lunch this Friday. I don't want to go see her with empty hands again. Maybe that's what made her hate me so much the first time"

"She doesn't care about those things, Innie"

"No? Then why doesn't she like me?"

"She's just hard to satisfy, you know. But I bet she'll like you in no time. She just needs to get to know you better"

"You keep saying that but I don't know, I feel like that won't happen any time soon. I really want her to approve me"

He had that hopeless expression again, that one that really wanted to change the situation but didn't know how to. You really hated seeing him disappointed on himself.

"Lilies" you said

"What?"

"Those are my mother's favourites. Lilies"

"Oh my God, thank you" he got up and kissed the top of your head lightly, before going to the door of your shared apartment "I'll be right back"

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[all-about-kyu]

𝕽𝖊𝖉 𝕮𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕻𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖘 (𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘)

Summary: Being in a polyamorous relationship can take a toll on a person; Jongho just happened to be the one to uncork the bottle. Pairing: Seonghwa x San x fem!reader x Yeosang x Jongho Tropes: hybrid au, poly au, established relationship au Genre: fluff, angst, suggestive Rating: PG 13 Warnings: language, anxiety, stress, mentions of unhealthy self-care habits, reader described as smaller than all members and has blue eyes (bunny quality), minor injury, mentions of sex, kissing Word Count: 6,164 Note: your favorite Thunder is back! <3 thank you to @mejuii and @downtoamagicalland for beta reading as always <3

Listen to: Put It Straight by (G)-Idle ♡ As I Am (feat. Khalid) by Justin Bieber ♡ I GUESS I’M IN LOVE by Clinton Kane

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You’ve been holed up in your workspace almost all day. You have been for a few days now. The only times you ever emerge are to shower and get some form of nourishment in your body. The influx of orders you had for your shop came out of nowhere, and you’re struggling to keep up with what needs to be done. All three of your boyfriends are worried about you, to say the least. San hasn’t been around much due to a merger he’s been working on, and Yeosang has been running around like a chicken with his head cut off, trying to get everything arranged for a new project that could make or break a lot of things for him. Seonghwa has been around, though. Just yesterday, he decided to stay home from the shop and sketch while you worked on crafting a rather detailed necklace. 

You’re so lost in what you’re creating that you hardly register the knock on your door. So when it pops open, you drop your half-done chain making the individual links scatter across the desk. Despite the urge to break down right then and there, you take a deep breath and recollect yourself. When you look up, you’re met with a very concerned-looking purple dragon.

“Treasure, you’ve been in here all day… have you eaten anything?” San asks with a worried tone.

“I’m fine.” You give him a tight-lipped smile, “I need to finish this bracelet by tomorrow and get it shipped out.”

San steps closer and squats down beside you. Even with him squatting, he’s barely below your eye level. It only serves to remind you how much smaller you are than them. Your silver-eyed boyfriend reaches to take your hands in his. At first, he doesn’t think anything of the tension rings along your fingers. He knows it helps you from cramping up too quickly. Then he takes in the small pinches and cuts on your fingertips and palms.

“Treasure, you should take a break. I’m worried about you. We all are.” He tries to reason with you.

“I’ll come to eat after this project is done, promise.” You offer, taking your hand to run over some of his scales along his cheekbone.

“You better have eaten a well-balanced meal and drank at least three glasses of water by the time I get back from my meeting,” He bluntly reminds you.

“I’ll do my best to do that.” You chuckle while playfully saluting him.

He stands back up to his full height, “I love you, and I hate to see you so overworked.” He sighs, placing a kiss against the base of one of your bunny ears.

“I love you too. I promise I’ll leave this room at some point.”

Some point becomes hours later when Seonghwa forces you out of the room even though the bracelet is still incomplete. San walks back in the door, Yeosang beside him, as you’re nibbling on a veggie wrap. Seonghwa is sitting beside you eating as well to make you feel less alone in your activity. San has a small bit of smoke curling out of his lip that he tries to stop you from seeing. It doesn’t work, though. Yeosang whispers something that seems to soothe the purple dragon before they both walk over to you. 

“How’s your project coming?” Yeosang asks innocently.

“Still not done….” You sigh, bunny ears falling back against your hair, “It was supposed to be done today so I could ship it out tomorrow….”

“And it’s okay that you didn’t finish it today.” Seonghwa offers, “You own your own business, and sometimes you need to know your limits on what can be done.”

“But-”

“No buts,” San adds, “you did what you could today. That’s all that matters.”

You nod silently and take another small bite out of your wrap before placing it down on the plate again. When you get stressed like this, you hardly want to eat anything. You know it’s an unhealthy habit, but it’s just how you function. Despite your quiet state, your three boyfriends seem to easily flow through conversation. Some sort of ugly jealousy curls through your stomach. The way they seem to fit together easily without any seams makes you feel almost out of place in a way. You’re not willing to address that with your current state of mind, though.

“Hops,” Yeosang calls quietly; you look up at him, “You didn’t hear me, did you?” He chuckles sweetly, “Who do you want to crash with tonight?”

You nibble at your lower lip, “I think I’ll stay in my nest tonight.”

“Do you want one or more of us to–” You cut Seonghwa off before he can finish his question.

“No!” You blurt out, “I want to sketch out some more projects, and I’d hate to keep you up.”

“You know that won’t bother us, treasure.” San reminds you, “I’d much rather you get some good rest than workshop more projects.”

“I’ll be fine, San, I promise.” You stand up abruptly, ignoring the (barely) half-eaten wrap. “Good night boys. Love you!”

You bolt to the room your nest and work area are in. The moment you firmly shut the door, you sit down at your desk and hunch over the same bracelet you’ve been working on all day.

Even after slaving over projects for the next two days, it feels like you’ve made no progress. You’re pacing back and forth in your studio and nest space, hoping that inspiration strikes you to at least finish one project. A soft knock sounds on your door again. This time Yeosang is the one who pops his head through the doorway. You’re worrying on the edge of your ear and continue pacing even though you feel your boyfriend’s worried eyes on you. 

“Hops,” His low voice sounds through the space, “Sannie and Hwa already headed out for the day. They thought you were still sleeping when they were leaving.” He explains.

“I’ve been up for a while.” You respond flatly, “I need to get this shit done.”

Yeosang is slightly taken aback. You’ve never been one to curse. So to hear you say such a word was not what he was expecting to come from your mouth. He steps closer and grabs you gently to stop you from pacing anymore. You look up at him and see the worry swirling in his green eyes. He pulls you into a hug. You’ve come to learn that he’s not very physically affectionate outside your heat. So the fact that he has you wrapped in a hug, your face buried in his chest, means a lot. His minty scent invades your senses, giving you a momentary feeling of peace. That lingering panic and fear creeps back into you when he pulls away.

“Take a break from your projects, Hops.” He reminds you, “Stepping away from a project can do wonders sometimes.”

You nod, “I will.”

It may be a half-truth, but you don’t want to worry him if you don’t need to. He places a soft kiss against the top of your head and takes another step back.

“I have to go meet a client. Unfortunately, all three of us are out of the house for the rest of the day.” He sighs, “I should be back around dinner time. San said he has a business dinner tonight, and Seonghwa is closing the shop today since Yun is off.”

“I’m a big bunny,” You try to joke, “I can take care of myself.”

“I know, little one,” He smiles softly, “Just giving you the rundown for the day. I’ll see you at dinner, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, your snow-white ears twitching slightly when he gently scratches the base of them.

Yeosang is out the door, and a few moments later, you hear the front door of the penthouse close too. You debate your options for a few moments before deciding to get a drink before returning to work. You aren’t fully sure who’s home right now. At least you know Yunho is home. You’re about ninety percent sure Mingi is at his university lecturing right now. It’s likely that Wooyoung is at his dance studio, and you haven’t seen Hongjoong in about three days. When you get to the kitchen, you find that Jongho is home too. He’s sitting at the small breakfast bar sipping on a mug of tea. You shuffle behind him, being sure not to knock into his deep blue tail. You reach up into the cabinet to get a glass when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You nearly jump out of your skin and end up dropping the glass, causing it to shatter on the counter. Immediately, Yunho moves to make sure you’re okay and explains he wasn’t trying to scare you. Your fight-or-flight instincts kick in, and you’re already down the hall and back in your nest. The first thing you can think to do is grab the duffle bag and start stuffing clothing into it. Tears are threatening to fall from your eyes, but you hold them back for now. You can smell the two men that are home. They’re still down the hallway. However, your senses are out of sorts due to your panicked state. 

Again, a knocking sounds on the door frame. You whip your head around, and your ears twitch around, trying to find one sound to focus on. Your nose twitches even more as you take in the dark blue dragon standing in the doorway. Jongho steps into the space when you don’t speak, knowing you need someone to calm you down. He would have never breached your space without your permission had you been more stable mentally. 

“Where are you off to?” He asks gently.

That’s when your tears burst through fully. You start sobbing and find yourself face-first in Jongho’s sweater before you can stop yourself. He awkwardly wraps his arms around you and tries to soothe you. The room is only filled with sniffles and loud sobs as you stand there in the golden-eyed dragon’s arms. You’re completely unaware of how long you cry in his arms, but when you finally slow to a sniffle, you pull your face away from his sweater. There’s a large wet spot from the amount of crying you just did. There’s a bit of snot, too, which you cringe at and immediately try to wipe off with your own sweater. You can feel his strong chest beneath the fluffy material, but your mental state is hardly focused on the dragon’s physique. Your head is pounding from crying, which doesn’t help the situation at all. Jongho still has his arms wrapped around you, securing you in your spot.

“You need to talk about anything?” He offers quietly.

“Are you sure you want to hear all of that?” You chuckle, trying to downplay your emotions.

“You need it. We both know that.” He sighs, not letting you divert anything.

Suddenly you’re very aware of his arms wrapped around you and how comforting it feels. You find yourself nodding at him.

“Do you want to go to a neutral space, or are you comfortable right here?” He searches your pale blue eyes for any discomfort as he asks.

You appreciate how respectful of your boundaries he’s being. You know you need this, and he does too. Damn him and his phenomenal therapist skills. 

“We can stay here…” You bite your lip, debating whether or not you want to ask him a specific question or not. You decide to throw caution to the wind and ask. “Do- do you um… could we-”

“What’s up Hops?”

“Well… I’m kind of all over the place, and… do you care if we cuddle while I vent?”

“Would that make you feel more comfortable?” he asked again.

You nod, “It would…”

“In your nest?”

“Yeah… if that’s okay.”

“Lead the way.”

Jongho releases you from his hold and allows you to get comfortable in bed where your nest is before he approaches it. You shift a little bit allowing Jongho to climb in beside you. The dragon is slightly stiff as he gets semi-comfortable. You snuggle close to him, which makes him melt beneath you. He wraps an arm around you and sighs with a small smile on his face.

“What’s on that mind of yours, Hops?” He asks once you’re both comfortable. 

“A lot of things… where should I start?”

“Wherever you want to.” He offers, small vines wrapping around his fingers as you get more comfortable.

“I feel like an outsider.” You admit, “And like a failure…”

“What makes you say that? You have your fluffle, and you’re part of the Thunder now. You have a successful business making jewelry.”

“I haven’t been able to finish a single project for days now, and I feel horrible. These people are waiting for me to finish these pieces for them and-” You start crying again. 

“Take your time.” He reminds you, “Do you wanna hear my two cents on this, or do you want to continue what you were saying.”

“You can talk.” You sniffle, burying your face against his sweater.

He wraps his arm around you tighter. The small vines tickle against your jaw lightly as his fingers hold your shoulder. You find yourself sinking further into his touch subconsciously.

“Here’s what I think.” He starts, “Everyone has their own threshold. When you reach that threshold, you can’t do it anymore. You need a break. Your limit is different from mine and different from the others in the Thunder. You need to give yourself breaks, Hops.”

“I know, but-”

“No buts, bunny.”

“But, Jongho…” You pout, “You’re super successful in your career, San owns a whole monopoly, Seonghwa and Yunho own a tattoo shop-”

“And you have a very successful jewelry business.” He stops you mid-sentence, “Just cause we have more income doesn’t mean that you’re unsuccessful.”

You nod and nibble at your lip. You feel a thumb against your lip, gently pulling it from between your teeth. When you look up at Jongho, you see him giving you a gentle, borderline endearing look. It steals your breath away for a moment. Your ears go lax as you maintain eye contact with the navy dragon. You take note of how his navy scales frame his face perfectly and how they contrast against his bright red hair. Suddenly, you snap back to reality and shake your head slightly to ground yourself.

“I know that but still…”

“Still what?” He prods lightly.

“You guys seem actually to get work done, and I’m still fighting with this same necklace that I’ve been working on all week. I have a damn sketch of the thing, and I can’t even do it.” You groan.

“What’s on paper doesn’t always convey in practice. Have you tried looking at it or approaching it a new way?” He asks, his thumb gently caressing your arm as he speaks.

“... No…” You admit, gaze dropping down to your fingers,  “I’ve been very set on the style, and my customer really likes the design I sketched…”

“And it’s your business.” He reminds you, “If you need to rework things because it’s impossible to do in practice, they need to understand that or lose their deposit on the art.”

You nod silently. Jongho notices you remain quiet after providing his two cents on your situation. There’s far more to your issue, and he knows it. He moves his navy blue tail to be draped over his thigh and, by proxy, wrap around yours. The tip of it rests against your lower back. And while you’re used to dragon tails resting against you, Jongho’s tail feels almost foreign to you but absolutely not unwelcomed. 

“I know that’s not all, bun.” He sighs, letting the arm wrapped around you hold you just a bit tighter, “What else is going through that mind of yours?”

You look up at him and see his golden eyes fixated on you, “I don’t think you want to hear about my relationship right now.”

“I want you to feel better.” He assures, “Tell me what’s going on.”

You find yourself curling closer to the dragon and tucking your head just below his chin. You feel a few scales along his jaw, but it’s nothing that bothers you. After all, you live here with them almost all the time now; you’re no stranger to scales touching you. Your ears are pushed back and lying flat against your hair overtop Jongho’s arm. You feel him relax further after his initial tensing. 

“Well… about a week ago, we were, um…” You didn’t know how to phrase it to him.

“You were having sex, okay. What went wrong to make you feel so uncomfortable and try to run away today?”

“How did you know I was gonna say that?” You try to deflect.

Jongho chuckles airily, “You're going to tell me I’m wrong?” You don’t answer, “So, what happened that got you to this point.”

You sigh and debate whether you want to let it all out or tell him just to forget about it. It wasn’t that big a deal, right? Jealously happens in relationships. Jealousy looks different in yours because instead of two people, there are five. 

“Smells like burnt cookies.” Jongho points out, “Just say it before you end up smelling like a burnt kitchen rather than overbaked cookies.” He teases lightly.

“I feel like an outsider in my own relationship.”

“Okay, why do you feel like that? You know San, Seonghwa, and Yeosang would burn the world to the ground if you asked them.”

You feel the tears well up in your eyes again. One escapes and lands on Jongho’s barely damp sweater. Though you know, Jongho can’t see your eyes with your face tucked under his chin. He does seem to know you’re having an emotional hurricane internally. You feel his tail press a bit harder against your body as if to mock some weighted blanket to help you relax.

“They just seem so happy together. I felt like after that very awkward sex that I was just a hookup again.”

“That bad?” He sighs, “I know you know how the Thunder functioned before San and Seonghwa brought you home. Hell, Yunho, and Mingi are worse than you’re polycule sometimes.” He lightens the air, “Remember, you’re the glue that holds those boys together. Yes, they would casually hook up with each other before you were introduced to us, but the dates, talking about how they feel, regulating their schedules… Hops, that’s all thanks to your influence on this Thunder. It feels like I’ve tried to have interventions more often with them than with my clients. Something about you made it click, though.”

“Jongho?”

“Yeah?”

You don’t know what overtakes you, but you untuck your face from his chest and kiss his cheek. You realize what you’ve done after you see Jongho’s slightly shocked expression. Your nose starts to twitch as panic rises in your throat again. Jongho’s strong hold keeps you in your place, along with his tail still lying across your legs and along your back. 

“It’s okay, bun.” He assures, “You just surprised me. If you want to ask something when you’re in the right headspace, you can do so. You’re not in a completely clear or stable mental place right now, though.”

You nod, “Sorry,”

“Nothing to apologize for. Come back here and get comfy again.” He offers, “You rant, and I’ll listen.”

You tuck yourself back against the dark blue dragon and almost feel like you’re at home in his arms. A tug in your heart makes itself known. Of course, it would now, when you’re in the midst of emotional and relational turmoil. Jongho smooths a hand over your hair and ears as you start rambling about everything that’s been bothering you. From missing your fluffle to work to your boyfriends’ dynamic. You feel small amounts of weight press against your hair.

“What’s in my hair?” You ask, “I feel something.”

“I’m weaving flowers in.” He says casually, “Do you want me to take them out?” 

“N-no,” You feel the heat of a blush rush to your face, “Tell me about the flowers.”

“There’s a few red carnations, that’s all. Some are full blooms, others are half-blooms. They look nice against your hair. I like the contrast from how pure white your ears are too.”

You pull your body to be sitting up. Jongho is still lying down, and his eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“You can put them and more flowers in my hair all you want. I’m giving you more space to work with while I talk.” You explain, “I like that you’re playing with my hair.”

A smile graces his lips, and you barely see his fangs peek out. He conjures a small bouquet of little dainty pink and white flowers. One moment there was nothing there, and the next, the flowers were in his hand.

“So, as I was saying, I love my boyfriends, but it’s hard not to feel excluded when they know each other like their favorite things in the world. It really hurt me when I saw San and Yeosang cuddling while Seonghwa tossed the wet wipes at me. I know I’m newest to whatever dynamics were happening here before, but…” You interrupt yourself with a sigh, “I’m still their girlfriend, and it doesn’t feel like it sometimes.”

Jongho accidentally tugs at your hair while braiding a flower into it, making you yelp slightly.

“Sorry,” He quickly apologizes, “I know it hurts to just feel like a side piece in your relationship. You also need to communicate how you’re feeling, though. I know, ironic when you have three emotionally constipated dragon boyfriends, but it’s true.”

“I just don’t want to make them mad at me…”

“If they get mad at you for having normal emotions, then I’ll personally make them each a batch of poison ivy tea when I refill the tea satchels.”

You giggle lightly and feel Jongho move your hair over your shoulder, signifying that he’s done meticulously intertwining each flower with your hair. You turn around and face him. He’s sitting criss-cross in your nest still. His golden eyes practically melt you as he gives you an affectionate look. Those tugs at your heart return, this time accompanied by a tornado of butterflies in your stomach.

“You feel better now?” He asks softly.

You nod, “I needed that a lot more than I realized.”

He opens his arms, “You still look like you need some comforting before you talk to your boys.”

You climb into his lap, slotting your legs around his hips, and feel his strong arms wrap around your waist in a tight hug. You bury your face in the crook of his neck. Your nose fills with his book scent, and it instantly relaxes you. You don’t break away even when you hear the penthouse door open and click shut again. You’re so engulfed in his scent you don’t even know who’s returning to the lair. Jongho’s arms tighten around you even more. Then, you process the sniffles you’re letting out. You’re not even sure if you’re feeling the emotional aftermath of the day or if you’re nervous about the confrontation later, but you’re sniffling back tears again. Your tears slide down Jongho’s neck and along the snake tattoo that looks as if it’s curling around his collarbone. He doesn’t say anything about it. He doesn’t question why you’re crying or make any comment to stop you from feeling what you do. He lets you feel. It’s just what you need right now. 

“What’s this?” You hear San snarl.

You tense in Jongho’s hold. Fight or flight instincts beg you to bolt for the door, even if San grabs you in the process. The only thing stopping you is Jongho’s arms holding you in place. Suddenly, Jongho rips a flower out of your hair. You yelp at the sudden movement and then see the navy dragon shaking out a singed red carnation. You know San didn’t mean any harm to you. When he was pissed, he tended to lose complete control of what he did with his magic.

“Hops.” He snarls, “I need to talk to you. Alone. Now.”

He hasn’t called you that since you officially started dating him. Hearing the neutral nickname sounds foreign to your ears in the worst way possible. You’ve never seen him direct his anger at you, either. Your heart rate spikes again, and your nose twitches at the speed of light. Subconsciously you grip onto Jongho, maybe to try to soothe yourself. You don’t want to think too hard about why it was comforting to you.

“Talk to him. It’ll be okay. If not, remember what I told you.” He ends his sentence with a slight chuckle.

You nod and climb out of Jongho’s lap. Your eyes linger on his golden eyes, noticing how his pupils dilate as he looks back at you. While you’d love to think it’s out of affection toward you, you decide to believe it’s simply to help calm you further. Jongho gets out of your nest and dismisses himself from the space. You watch as a vine curls around the door nob and pulls the white wood door shut. The tension is tangible enough as it is, but when the therapist dragon leaves, it becomes almost suffocating. San’s silver eyes are slit so thinly you can hardly see his pupils at all. It’s as if they don’t exist at all. 

“I-it wasn’t what it looked like…” You say, trying to ease a bit of the tension.

“Are you sure, Hops?” He practically growls, “It sure looked like you were getting too cozy with someone who isn’t one of your boyfriends. We said you could cuddle with the others if you needed it. That was crossing a line, though.”

Normally seeing your deep purple scaled boyfriend dressed for the office sends you into a mood that you would put in a similar category to your heat. Now, though, it only strikes fear in you. You so desperately wish to crumble under his stare and submit to your prey tendencies. You swallow that urge and hold your head high, remembering Jongho’s words. 

I know it hurts to just feel like a side piece in your relationship. You also need to communicate how you’re feeling, though.

“Would you have rather me run away back to my fluffle without a word to any of you?” You bite back, throwing your arm in the direction of your half-packed duffle bag, “You, Seonghwa, and Yeosang have been making me feel like I’m not even part of our relationship anymore. Had Jongho not stopped me, I would’ve been gone for hours by now. Yes, the cuddling could be seen as crossing a line, but he’s the reason I didn’t go running out mere moments after Yeosang left.”

“Treasure…” San starts, trying to step closer to you.

You put your hand up, and it’s as if you put up an invisible block in front of him.

“Let me speak.” You sigh, “You three communicate without words. You’ve been involved with each other in many different ways long before I was brought to the Thunder. After last week’s events… seeing how easily you knew how to take care of Yeosang while you three practically ignored me and let me handle myself hurt. I’m your girlfriend, but the longer I’m here, the more I feel like just a hookup you brought in with your two boyfriends for some extra fun.”

You let out a shaky breath. You don’t want to cry telling him all of that, but you feel your eyes fill with tears. There’s no way you’ll be able to stop them from falling. You sniffle and let your gaze fall down to your feet rather than looking at your boyfriend. He doesn’t move. That invisible block is still fixated in front of him.

As if the timing couldn’t be worse, you smell Seonghwa’s sweet strawberry jam scent enter the home accompanied by Yeosang’s peppermint tea. It’s as if he knows there’s tension, too. You know your scent is burnt, and San’s is far stormier than his typical calm sea breeze scent. Your eldest boyfriend doesn’t even knock. He invites himself and Yeosang into your bedroom and is greeted by your crying figure and San a few steps away with tendrils of smoke escaping the corners of his lips. Yeosang is the first to step closer, placing a kiss on San’s cheek, only solidifying your emotions. Comforting San before stepping closer to you.

“Tell me what’s going on.” Yeosang asks quietly, wrapping his arms around your frame.

You try to break out of his hold, but you’re no match for his strength. Angry tears keep rolling down your cheeks as you stay trapped in his hold.

“Look at me.” Authority rings in his tone. 

This time, you look at him.

“Am I that unloveable?” You snap.

“Treasure, please.” San says weakly. 

“Yeosang.” You say flatly, “Let me go.”

Your bronze boyfriend backs off. All three of them are clearly concerned about you and trying to figure out why you just asked the question you did. Your nose is still twitching, and tears are still staining your cheeks.

“We need to have a long talk. All four of us.” You huff.

You settle in your nest, wrapping yourself in a throw blanket that smells much more like Jongho than any of your boyfriends. You see the jealousy in San’s eyes as you do so. Yeosang is on your work stool, Seonghwa is sitting in your reading chair, and San is still brooding, leaning against your closed bedroom door. You can’t escape. It’s probably for the best; you need to say this.

“I kinda yelled this at San already, but… you three have been neglecting me.”

You watch as the confusion etches in Seonghwa’s face. He had been spending the most time with you compared to your other two boyfriends. Yeosang’s reaction isn’t as visible, but you know he’s just as confused. San knows, though. He hates that you’re saying it again. 

“I feel like a hookup again. You three are so seamless with each other and don’t seem to give me any care. Last week, Seonghwa… you just threw the wet wipes at me while San took care of Yeosang with so much care… that fucking hurt. I almost ran away today. Jongho stopped me.”

“Treasure… we love you so much. I’m sorry I did that. I wasn’t even thinking about it-” Seonghwa tries to explain.

“I know… it doesn’t change that it hurt… still hurts worse than hell. San came home and found me cuddling with Jongho in a way that was a bit compromising. There was nothing inappropriate happening. I promise. And–” You stop yourself.

“What is it, Hops?” Yeosang asks quietly, “We need to know everything.”

“I kissed him.” You admit, “I was on such an emotional rollercoaster, and he made me feel safe and loved… I didn’t think about what I did until after it happened.”

None of them speak. It scares the hell out of you. Your pale blue eyes flit between all three of them. Their expressions are unreadable. Well, San’s isn’t. A fresh curl of smoke escapes his nose as he wills his flames back down his throat.

“Did you like it?” Yeosang asks again.

You hadn’t thought about that. Did you? It was so spur of the moment you didn’t actually think about how it made you feel. Your heart feels like it’s on fire. It aches. 

“I did.” You admit.

“What do you want that to mean for us?” Seonghwa adds.

“I know we’re on delicate grounds right now…” You sigh, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself, “I feel the same pull toward him that I do towards you three.”

“Transparency, right?” San finally speaks, “I’m so fucking jealous, but you’re right… we haven’t been caring for you the way we’ve been caring for each other. We should all make an effort to meet each other where we are. All four of us. And–” he stops himself, “If you want Jongho, we can invite him.”

“Seonghwa? Yeosang?” You ask, ears shifting towards them.

“Honestly…” Yeosang sighs, “I miss being with Jongho. We also knew in this Thunder we have a tendency to share, even with San’s jealous streak.” He pokes fun at his purple boyfriend.

“I’m always happy to do anything that helps our relationship and ultimately you, Treasure. I love all my Thunder, and I love you.”

A smile breaks out on your lips, and tears start streaming again. San is the first to approach you. He wraps his arms around you, tail curling protectively around your waist. You feel both of your other boyfriends join moments later.

“I love you, Treasure.” San whispers against your bunny ear.

“I love you.” You sniffle back.

“We all love you.” Yeosang kisses your other ear.

After a long discussion about what each of you needed from each other, you begin discussing who should approach Jongho about joining. It’s out of the question for San to do so. The last time San and Jongho interacted was when he walked in on you, cuddling with the dark blue dragon. Ultimately, Yeosang is chosen. He’s the closest to him, and they think the same way. Their history together before Yeosang started dating you just adds to why he should be the one to ask. Yeosang is also the newest boyfriend. Having Seonghwa go to the youngest dragon could end badly, given that Seonghwa has been dating you longer than Yeosang has.

You go with Yeosang down the hall toward Jongho’s bedroom. You stay outside the door as Yeosang gets permission to enter the space. Instantly, you hear laughter and feel how light the atmosphere is in the room. You see a few hanging plants through the small crack in the door. You haven’t seen many of their bedrooms in great detail, but seeing greenery in Jongho’s room makes warmth spread in your chest.

“Treasure,”

You’re taken aback when you hear the pet name. It’s not Yeosang’s voice. It’s Jongho’s. You step closer to the door. Popping your head through the door, white ears tall on your head, you see Jongho’s golden eyes giving you that same adoring look he had earlier. Yeosang has a soft, comfortable smile on his lips. His hand is outstretched, and you find yourself curling into his side.

Jongho’s room is exactly how you expected it to be. Plants are everywhere, not so much that it’s crowded, but it adds a comforting and homey touch to the space. He has a desk against the far wall, framed by bookshelves. His bed has a wall of vines behind it with purple flowers randomly throughout them. There’s something about the space that is so shamelessly Jongho.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me, Treasure?” Jongho asks with a soft smirk on his lips.

You nod, and your eyes shift up to your green-eyed boyfriend. He just nods slightly at you and gives you a comforting smile.

“Jongho… would you like to be my boyfriend?” You ask.

Yeosang removes his arm from around you as Jongho steps closer to you. The gold-eyed dragon hybrid takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, making you look up at him. You want so desperately to melt at the touch but you hold your ground somehow. Your ears instantly fall back against your head as your chin tilts up. The flowers are still woven into your hair and tickle against your ears, making them twitch slightly. Jongho takes his other hand to pluck some flowers from your hair.

“Red carnations: admiration, devotion,” he states, twirling it in between his fingers. He shifts his hold on the flowers to show the small white and pink flowers. “Aster: faith, love. Does that answer your question, Treasure?”

“Jongho?” You ask, dazed by his words.

“Yes, Treasure. I’d love to date you.” He smiles a bright, gummy smile, “May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You practically breathe out.

His lips are on yours a moment later, and you feel an explosion of emotion. The hand that was previously holding the flowers wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to his body. It’s almost as if you’re the only two in the world. When he pulls away, you see his heavily dilated gold eyes. Your hand reaches up to brush against a few scales by his hairline before carding into his hair behind his ear. Before you can get lost in the moment again, Yeosang swoops in and kisses your cheek before leaning over to Jongho and kissing his cheek as well. He wraps his arms around both of you. You turn your head to see your two other boyfriends in the doorway with sweet smiles on their faces. They come into the room and join the hug. Yeah, everything felt better now. They felt like home, and your heart aches out of pure love for your four boyfriends.

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[sacredmads]

my own success, failure, and everything in between with the law of assumption.

i get so many asks every day wondering why i even began practicing the law of assumption in the first place, and every single time i read one, i can't help but think of how far i've come. i want to tell you guys from the very beginning why i even felt the need to want to start manifesting things into my life, because i really do feel it could help some people. even if this doesn't help you in an LOA sense, i do hope it helps you to know that things will always get better, no matter what things look like right now. you deserve nothing but love and light and happiness, and you will get that, no matter what.

(very small TW!)

i have been through a lot in my life. a LOT. i'll spare you guys the nitty gritty details of it all, don't worry. but to put it lightly, when i found the law of assumption, i was desperate for things in my life to start changing for the better. at the time, which was a year ago now, i was surrounded by bad people, in bad situationships, and had also just gotten diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder due to two extremely ab*sive relationships i was in. i hated my job, i hated how i looked, how i acted, how i talked, the things i was doing, the path i was going down. i longed for so much change.

i saw the law of assumption as my way out. however, my views on the law then are much different than my views on it now. i looked at manifestation as something i had to WORK for. i looked at LOA as a chore. this meant that trying to get my desires became a much more negative than a positive thing for me. i started to hate my life, and myself, even more, because i didn't know what i was doing wrong. every time i'd read a success story, i would feel nothing but envy and jealousy. i wanted to manifest my life being different SO bad that i began to feel as though it was something that i would never accomplish. these thoughts and assumptions buried me even deeper into the pit than i already was, and started a viscous cycle of me hating my life, myself, and starting to form a type of resentment against the law of assumption.

then, towards the end of 2021, the void state blew up on tumblr. i saw the void as my way out - my solution to all of this. (spoiler alert, it wasn't). i tried for MONTHS on end to get into the void. i would spend hours laying in my bed, affirming over and over and over, and getting nothing but angry at myself because yet again, the method wasn't working. more void success stories started coming to tumblr, and every time i'd read one, i'd genuinely feel sick to my stomach. i didn't understand what i wasn't doing right.

towards the beginning of this year i decided to just cut my losses and stop trying to get into the void, and focus on the things i already had, because i thought that was all i had going for me.

i can't remember where it started, but i can say that now, in this very moment, i am the happiest i have ever been.

i have manifested so many things i didn't even dream would be possible for me.

for ONCE in my life, i am so comfortable with my finances. i have financial freedom, and, not to gloat, but MORE than enough money in my bank account.

i have the most AMAZING group of friends... literally shit that feels like it's from a movie. i cannot fathom having any other group around me.

literally manifested an SP that doesn't feel real. fairy tale typa love.

i manifested a job that i love more than words, and not only that, but i manifested getting promoted to manager, and i start training next month.

i've manifested appearance changes as well, and i feel so beautiful in my skin, with AND without makeup, which again.. i didn't think would be possible.

my assumptions about myself, my life, finances, friends, people, relationships, ANYTHING you can think of have all changed for the better. i genuinely feel as though i am limitless and can manifest absolutely anything i desire, and not only that, i feel as though i deserve all of my desires. because i do! a year ago today i was a completely different person than i am now - and i'm so proud to say that i am living a comfortable, happy, and free life.

i know so many people on tumblr and on all platforms that hold an LOA community struggle with so many of the same things i struggled with, and i can promise you that if you truly just focus on what you already know and APPLY, nothing is impossible and nothing will stop you. i have been where you are - i have believed the law of assumption was bullshit at points. but now, i cannot imagine where i'd be if i hadn't started practicing the law. are there things i still want to manifest? absolutely! do i still have small struggles, or bad days? absolutely! the thing is though, i know now that none of that matters. what matters is the things i want - and that's it! there is nothing in this entire world that will stop my desires from coming to me.

when i finally realized that the only person who can stop my desires is ME, is when things finally started changing for the better. i am the only one who will ruin my success and also the only one who can give myself success. i'm choosing to give myself success.

you will get your success, too. you deserve to feel good, and love your life. you deserve to not have stresses or worries. you deserve nothing but all that life has to offer, and i believe you can give that to yourself.

please stop sabotaging your own desires, and stay focused on what you want. you WILL get it. you already have it! do you feel it? do you feel the life you're living right now, with all of your desires? that feeling is what's real. that feeling is what you're experiencing, right now.

[cup1dt3a]

Wanna Doodle With Me?

Summary: In the middle of another long lecture from your teacher the infamous Leech twin Floyd notices you drawing in your sketchbook and now wants you to draw more so he can watch. So will you keep the big scary eel entertained?💖

“ As for what happened yesterday with the sub I am very disappointed in this class and embarrassed that….” Your teacher stressed to the class. 

For yesterday everyone hadn’t been on their “ best behavior” while the teacher was out and so a bad note from the sub was left. So now as your upset teacher rants on about respect and some other things you just draw in your sketchbook. You were and weren’t really listening, but thankfully your seat was far in the back. With no one to bother you while you drew in your sketchbook. No one except the infamous Leech twin. Floyd Leech. For some reason instead of sitting near his brother he decided to sit right next to you. Not that you minded that much but with his unpredictable mood swings you feared for what his moody self would do. 

Soon forgetting about the moody twin as you hovered over your drawing. Now peaking holes into the thick paper as you anxiously traced your lines shading in any of the smaller or more detailed places you hadn’t noticed. Along with  the heterochromia eyes peering down right at your drawing. With very much peaked interest in every stroke of your pen. As your pen danced along the guidelines you placed a sudden raspy voice whispered. Along with a sudden tapping on your cheek.

“ Hey….Hey…Shrimpy…Shrimp-chan~.” The recognizable voice called out with an undeniable hint of mischief in it. 

Looking up from your project Floyd with his head laid right next your elbow and his gemed pens tip now tapping onto your nose from your head turning.

“ Whatcha doin?” His now honeyed voice questioned. With a tilt to his head and signature wide grim. 

“ Nothing” you sighed softly pushing his pen down to the desk. 

“ That’s nothing?” He questioned again now pointing his finger at your rough drafted sketch.

Sighing as he was now starting to pout with his bottom lip out. Acting like you had just told him he had told him he had to eat his vegetables before dessert. 

Now flatly commenting “ Your being so boring right now! I just wanted to be nice.” 

He now sat up with a slight slouch crossing his arms on the wooden desk. Now only bearing short annoyed glances at you for being so “ mean” to him when all he wanted to do was socialize. What a hard life for the poor menacing eel. 

“What do you want Floyd?” You sighed out in defeat as he now grinned wildly holding up a messy drawing of many shrimp. 

Some of them were either big, small, or vey disfigured. He proudly displayed his masterpiece as if it was better than the Mona Lisa. But other than the many-many shrimp there were also a few octopus and eels. But what mostly caught your attention was the eel and shrimp at the bottom. It looked as if the poorly drawn eel was either strangling,hugging , or the twin’s favorite thing to do squeezing its poor captive shrimp. A mystery that will never be solved. But the poorly drawn sea creatures were oddly very cute. 

“ Cute…let me guess I’m the little shrimp over here huh?” You joked pointing to the eel’s captive shrimp in the corner. 

The mans smile only got wider as he happily grinned from ear to ear nodding. Happy that you guessed his drawing right.

“ And that must be you…strangling me?” you chuckled pointing at the eel.

The artist quietly scoffed looking sad and offended you would even say that. With a fake sad face and even a fake single tear running down his pale skin.

“ Shrimpy I would never!” He gasped throwing an arm over his head while dramatically turning away from you. 

You both giggled at the each other for a little trying to keep your volume in check. Almost failing as the teacher snapped his head over to the two of you while you tried to not burst out laughing at him. The teacher only quirked an eyebrow as he went back to his exaggerated rant towards the class. Leaving you and the eel to go back to clowning around. He then sighed with his laughter coming to an end. Making your laughs of joy soon calm down into a few short chuckles of awkwardness as he stared you right in the eye. He then slowly moved closer to you popping your personal space bubble faster than a Karen. Only to start  scaring you as he then quietly spoke up into your ear. Fanning your sensitive ear with his hot shallow breaths tickling it. 

“Besides what fun would it be to strangle you when I could just squeeze you everywhere I want to~?” He questioned with a tilt to his head now backing away from you seeing that the lecture was finally over.

Along with whatever the hell just happened in that short timespan of 30 seconds. As it settled into your mind on reply along with your heart’s constant rapid beating he finally yawned stretching out looking over at you.

“ I’m bored now…”

“ Wanna doodle with me? Come on we were just having so much fun~ ❤︎”

Hope you’re all having a good day/night and enjoyed this!

Sincerely ~ Cup1dT3a༺♥︎༻

[1eoness]

Could you make a Dom!Leon x trans ftm reader NSFW fic with some fluff thrown into there?

୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ author rambling; HI i am eating pineapple rn and i never forgot this request. just to clarify and for some context, i dont have experience of writing !reader anything out of sub afab so im sorry if this is super inaccurate or inapplicable or unsatisfying and im open to criticism on this :( :) idk im so sorry aghdfhdsfhdj i really need to work on this. oh and i read some ftm smut for this so ty to those writers :> pls criticize anything off (with reason ofc). [btw i feel like this is super bad im sorry im not feeling creative rn i have writers block :((( ]

anyway 'DOM!LEON KENNEDY X TRANS FTM READER NSFW WITH SOME FLUFF THROWN IN THERE' COMING UP. i'm sorry this took so long for such short content too :(

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cw: fluffy dom!leon kennedy, trans ftm!reader (w/ bottom surgery) [i can always redo this if you don't like me mentioning top/bottom surgery]. praise, oral (reader receiving)

synopsis : re4r leon and he loves u and ur worried little face and he's gonna kiss it better (and fuck it better, maybe).

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leon loves you. he knows you're constantly worried over him being troubled over his trauma but he wants you to know, between every crevice of his clouded thoughts, that he loves you and it's the surest thing he knows. it's hard to admit but even when he loses himself, it will always, and forever be clear to him that you have his heart and there's a reason why.

you were about to get under the covers to go to sleep (after a day that felt longer than it should be.). though, you lowered your headphones to the lower end of the volume once you saw leon through the bedroom doorway.

"baby, i wanna tell you something." leon said, his quiet and soft voice only going a decibel higher as he crawls to you on your bed. he hated seeing you about to sleep with such a worried look on your handsome face.

you thought he didn't notice? even if you're his neutral-faced boy, he knows when the air around you feels more somber than usual. "do you ever feel.."

"like a plastic bag?" you quipped quickly. (i'm sorry if you don't get it)

"no, damn it." leon's mutter-reply followed with a quiet chuckle that you echoed. he likes that about you, your incessant annoying humor (but you'll never beat him in that). he sighs, and tries again. "you know, like... you're kind of.. stressed over someone else's troubles?"

to be honest, he doesn't really know how to go about it. he doesn't want you to think you're burdening him—though, you could never ever make him feel like that. leon nears you, hovering above you and adoring your face wherever his mind runs. for some reason, before you guys go to sleep he just does this. he also likes talking to you before you both go to sleep ♡.

you hum, just a little bit sleepy. "what do you meann?" you ask quaintly, and leon's heart melts at the tone of your slightly languid voice. you sounded so cute. a rather random yet soft laugh escapes before he dips down to give you a small kiss on your cheek.

"...y/n, i'll just be straight—i don't want you going to bed looking so.. upset." leon mutters softly, rubbing over the skin of your cheekbone with his thumb. maybe he shouldn't have gone into detail how heavy his mission felt. because when he was done talking, you gave him some short comfort and impulsively stood up and said that you needed to wash the dishes (and the dishwasher was literally running when you said that).

at first he thought he did something wrong and upset you, and the guilt immediately seeped in. naturally, he didn't want it to go undiscussed, that would murder him! so he went to find you ASAP. but when he went to check on you in that dim kitchen, he saw you with your back turned and trying to silence your tears. apparently, you felt so bad for him it was enough to hurt you, too. you were just too sweet—leon also felt bad. he gave you some space for a bit, though he's sorry because he really wants to be there for you and he can't afford to leave you by yourself sometimes :(

you looked a little to the side from his forward words. you didn't really know what to say in response, you were just.. tired, and also worried. leon understands this, picking up on it and showing it by giving you a reassuring, subtle smile. he wants to see you smiling, too, and he knows just how to do it. it's his favorite thing about his little boy ♡.

"..come, baby." he coos quietly as he began to take a hold on either sides of your face, knowing you don't need discussion right now. maybe loving is enough. and loving you is a way of reassuring himself, you just need to accept that :( so you be good for him and let him give you the praise you deserve (and so much more).

he kisses you on the forehead first. he loves cradling your handsome little face, placing safe pecks all over it. especially on that spot a little adjacent from under your eyes. leon hums when his lips reach your jaw, peppering it with innocent love. but will it really only go that far? "because you're the most perfect boy ever." he reasons hushedly, his left hand holding the side of your neck and caressing it gently.

oh, it's going to be one of those nights where he kisses you all over and doesn't leave you alone.. but you know better than to complain.

"y're so clingy..." you decided to joke, though you both knew you loved it. while you giggled at his antics, you can feel him smiling into the skin of your neck. he's so ready to spoil you rotten.. and you had no idea:( ♡

he moves his broad hands under your shirt, handling your being with tutelage. the fuss of the sheets make hush noise as he moves downwards, worshipping your body along the way by placing kisses over your clothed stomach. "...so?" he laughs softly against the skin of your lower inner thigh, the fluttery feeling of his lips planting a kiss on it making you shudder. he sees you, and how you turn so bashful all of a sudden.

"..tickles?" leon mumbles amusedly.

"yeah-" you mutter in response before he abruptly did it again on your stomach this time, which made you giggle. you were just too precious to him!

he holds your thighs in his hands for a minute, resting his head against your left thigh. you see the muscles on his arm flex subtly while he does so, your stomach tumbling at witnessing his strength at such a mild moment. for a minute he just gazes at you fondly, a hinting coyness hiding beneath his expression.

you were making it so tough for him. he just wants to kiss you all over . hell, he might even want to merge corporealities with you.

he doesn't speak, his eyes trailing down to your pelvic area while unnoticeably smirking to himself. you were so cute to him, so what else can he do but lift your thighs over his broad shoulders?

but he looks up at you, immediately. his fingertips are teasing at the hem of your bottom clothing, insinuating what he wants to do for you as he lightly taps at your skin. "baby, may i?" he asks with a sudden comforting tone. he'll never make you do something you don't wanna do. but like said, if you accepted, there's no promise that he's going soft on you.. but that's because he just wants you to be all nice and happy! a very innocent motive ♡

"mhm.." you hummed lowly, willingly giving him your greenlight. and has leon said he loves you?

"thank you, love.." he mutters shortly in reply before pulling your pajama bottoms just a little down. down enough for him to free your pretty shaft. he sees you blushing, covering the bottom half of your face with your sleepy hands.

and this man.. was so hard to predict!

the soft hunk of a man wants to wrap his right arm around your abdomen, pull your hips up to his face. "leon!-" you gasp abruptly with that same low voice.

"shhh, baby." leon mumbled while his left hand snaked around to cage your right thigh firmly to his shoulder. his knees dip on the comforters, pulling his boy's lower body up like he was challenged to lift a feather.

you quickly brought your hands up to take your headphones off, but leon suddenly spoke when you pried the muffs off your ears.

"keep them on." he cuts your actions off. the subtle demand of his tone says you're going to keep them on. he, somehow, reaches to turn the volume up on your headphones. you were puzzled, not knowing what he was aiming to do with such-

"a-aah!-" you yelped in utter surprise. a dribble of spit threads from his pretty lips and down onto your length..

he's hunched over as he takes your tip, then more in his mouth. he glances at your dumbfounded eyes, and you swear you could see him smirking to himself. but before you could think further, he was suddenly suckling onto your cock so firmly you started to squirm.

but that's why leon's holding you so tightly, so you can take it the way he needs you to~

you felt restricted. leon wants to steal your senses, inject pleasure in your veins like he were trying to fucking save you. he's beginning to get so hard that it makes him whine against your shaft, and he's so hard that you're making it difficult for him to think rationally.

"l-leonn! slow down!~" you cried without sense, which only urged his fingers pressing into your skin as he held you in place. he takes an inch further, his mouth working eagerly, making sure you can understand his carnal urge of making you cum with his mouth. "uh-uhh!-.... nghhh-hh..."

"mhmm..mmmm..." he hummed roughly, following with a soft growl as he slurped you up stupid. you kept moving. why were you moving so much? you were so sleepy just a minute ago.. oh, well; leon thinks. but is this man really oblivious to the fact that he can make you feel so, so good?

of course he wasn't. your erotic whines got louder and louder by the minute as your headphones disabled you from being conscious of your tone at all. your voice fell muffled upon your ears but leon was devouring it, using your moans and sobs as a motive to eat you up until you're heart-eyed. you couldn't even make sense of the music anymore as leon's mouth clouded your empty mind.

i'm gonna drown you in pleasure, baby.. leon thinks to himself while he's busy adoring you and the way your cock twitches onto his tongue :(

you were flailing slightly while leon went down on you, seeing you and your eyes struggling to keep open. he trails his left hand up and down your thigh, the sensation feeling a little ticklish. your chest rose and fell warmly, trying to reach out to stop him with a weak hand but he wouldn't let you and he feels (mildly) sorry. but it doesn't make him halt— he looks at you with sweet eyes that say 'please cum for me~'

you whined weakly at this, voice going raspy as you full on started to cry. you felt so vulnerable and so good at the same time and you trusted leon so much. you could feel it, could feel him about to siphon your orgasm out of you. just the way he wanted it..

the faucet began to spill and you were crying, the tears trickling down your cheeks messily and around your headphones, too. leon looked at you with mostly with affection, but also with a bit of sympathy. you must've had such a hard time, huh? he's so happy he can make you feel better..

"u-uhh, f-fuck, leon!! n-nno- nggh..a-ahh!-" you didn't even know what you were blabbering or retorting for anymore, but your hips twitched in his grip as you began to tremble within the fuzzy feeling of your orgasm. you were being such a pretty boy for him like this, all sensitive and crying after one minor blowjob. how were you going to handle the rest of the night like this?

it was hard to ignore his boner at this point. "mm..mhh, fuck- such a good boy f'me, huh?" he groans while he sucks on you at a slower pace, trying not to overwhelm you too hard (but still overwhelming you :( he's sorry, he swears.). "god, you're so cute.. but you have him so horny and frustrated now, what did you just do to this boy? he isn't frustrated at you.. but..

he isn't letting go of your thighs any time soon.

[not-quite-there-myself]

STUDY BUDDIES !

A small scenario collection in which Master Attendant stresses over their studies... Worriedly, a Food Soul close to them offers their assistance.

Feat. Raindrop Cake, Brownie, & Beer.

A/N: Trying a new format style—please enjoy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ~☆ can you tell I love writing for favourites?

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Raindrop Cake

He's not quite sure why he'd come knocking on your door. Perhaps it was your loud groaning that brought him to you, or perhaps it was the decreasing amount of breaks you took outside. Whatever the case, Raindrop Cake knocked. Once, then twice.

You spoke through the door, telling him to come in. Raindrop hesitated before turning the knob.

You turned to see the pink haired Food Soul, sitting in his wheelchair at the door. "Am I bothering you?" Raindrop Cake asked, unsure. You shook your head.

You walked over and opened the door wider. Letting him in, you asked Raindrop Cake what was wrong. "...I would ask you the same thing, Master Attendant," Raindrop replied. You closed the door, slow, and with a sigh. You hesitated slightly, telling him that the reason behind your miserable state is rather silly.

"I'm not so sure I can agree with that." Raindrop Cake frowned. "Something silly shouldn't stress you out so much." You supposed he could be right, but was it so wrong to think that maybe you should be worrying for a better reason? No matter how hard you studied, you felt so unprepared, like all the work you did was for nothing. Your expression worsened at the thought.

Raindrop Cake was patient when you eventually told him about your studies. He listened as you ranted and rambled as much as your heart desired. Afterwards, he said, "That sounds like a lot." It's true, because it was. At least, that's what it felt like.

"How about you teach me?" He said.

You perked up at his suggestion; you asked what he meant by that. Raindrop Cake seemed to fiddle with his hands for a moment, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words. "Someone told me once that when you want to get better at learning something, teaching someone else can help you understand it better," he explained. "It was just an idea, you don't actually have to do that if you don't want to."

Whether you've heard about that technique before or not, you thought it was an excellent idea. You decided to take him up on that offer, asking him if he was sure about it. Raindrop Cake looked surprised. "If it helps you, I... I wouldn't mind being taught by you."

If he was being honest, he didn't think you'd find his suggestion all that helpful. But now, whenever the two of you had the time, you began teaching Raindrop Cake all about whatever it was you were studying. Any notes you'd made previously were also helpful: as Raindrop Cake read over your notes, you explained what exactly was on the paper in more detail. There would sometimes be a back and forth discussion. You did stumble sometimes, but with Raindrop Cake to help learn along with you, you were able to better your already existing knowledge.

To your surprise, Raindrop Cake was quite good at asking questions for you to answer. Sometimes there were days where he took the initiative, taking you by surprise.

"Master Attendant, could you teach me about this?" Raindrop Cake had one of your note papers in his hand. You quickly recognized it and explained the material the best way you could. You had gotten more confident about the things you studied. Noticing this, Raindrop Cake seemed to smile at your answer.

Brownie

Your head slammed onto your desk, catching the attention of a certain dark haired butler. He practically jumped at the sound, his blue eyes quickly spotting your slumped over figure. Taken aback, he asked, "Master Attendant, are you alright?!"

When you told him "no," he was all over you. Not overbearingly so, but the amount of questions he asked right out of the gate was a little... a lot. You told him you were just upset because of your studies, telling him about your frustration: how difficult you found it to be and how dumb you felt for not knowing it as well as you felt you should.

It comes as a surprise to you when he could, admittedly, relate to the feeling of inadequacy. As a butler, Brownie strives to assist his master to the best of his ability. Having said that, there are times where he still has trouble knowing exactly how to help certain situations, what the best remedies are, how to deal with a few instances. There is a mist of uncertainty, a worry that he might not be doing the best he could be.

"May I see what it is you're studying?" Brownie asked. You obliged and showed him your material, any textbooks or handwritten notes would do. You pulled up another chair for him so he could sit down as he skimmed through.

With a myriad of skills and talents at his disposal, Brownie is also well organized and diligent. If you asked, he could probably figure out a system or schedule for you to follow. But instead, you asked him if he could help alongside you, one on one. "Like a sort of studying partner?" He asked, to which you replied with a nod. Brownie looked through the material some more before nodding himself. "Alright, I can do that."

The thought of being study buddies with Brownie made you feel relieved.

"Rest assured, Master Attendant. Even if things don't work out on the first try, I still have a few ideas that might be able to help you. It all depends on the kind of style you study best in. And, ah, I will try to be the best 'study buddy' to you, as you put it." You smiled, giggling with a hand over your mouth. Brownie tilted his head at that. "Is something funny, Master Attendant?"

You shook your head; you refrained from telling Brownie that the way he said "study buddy" was only funny to you because it came out of his mouth, which was so serious in contrast to the silliness of what he said. Seeing as you had no further comments, Brownie began to organize himself accordingly. "In that case, are you ready to start?"

Beer

It had been raining all week and the work never seemed to lessen, nevermind stop. You normally didn't mind the rain, but as the days passed you began to feel more weary. Your energy had also begun to slip as if being washed away by the rain.

It didn't take long for Beer to take notice of your weariness. Whether you liked it or not, it wasn't exactly something you could hide. And so he began to pester you about it like there was no tomorrow. You had insisted Beer that you were fine for what had to be more than the tenth time that hour.

"You can tell me you've never felt better, Master. Please just let me help you out!" Seeing you pout, he added, "I promise whatever you're stressing about isn't stupid."

He was right, it wasn't stupid. Studying for tests is a very normal thing. Doing homework is a very normal thing. It wasn't stupid. But you felt stupid, and you didn't want to trouble anyone further.

You had done drills upon drills of memorization, spent hours upon hours reading, rereading, writing, and thinking... Stars above, just the thinking seemed to make your head spin. You practically did every trick in the book on how to be a good student, even going so far as to test yourself out loud.

You were sure your studying sessions had to be an annoyance to somebody, because there was no way no one overheard you after just how loud your stressed state seemed to make you vocalize. You honestly hoped that wasn't the reason Beer decided to pester you now.

You eventually confessed your feelings of frustration, no longer running away from Beer's badgering. You explained what you were studying for, what made you so stressed, and maybe a little more. He had stopped, surprised at first, but happy to listen as you kept talking.

Beer put a hand on your shoulder, sitting you down. "And you say you've done everything you can, but you're still feeling unprepared?" You nodded. He sat down beside you. "It sounds to me like you're scaring yourself, Attendant."

You looked up at him, your expression unsure.

Beer gave you a smile, something that seemed playful yet reassuring. "From what I hear, you've gone and tried and done everything you possibly could have- well, maybe except for one thing." He noticed a spark flash in your eyes, but you held your tongue and let him continue. "All I'm saying is that maybe you should be giving yourself more credit... and maybe some more breaks too, hehe."

"...To backtrack on what I said earlier though, it seems like you want to know what else you could've done, right?" It was true. Even with all this reassurance, you still wanted to exhaust all your study options. He seemed to know that just as well as you.

Living for so many years, Beer had become knowledgeable in many aspects of human culture. Along with his love for recording information in ballads and poems, he learned various ways of doing things—ways of studying was no exception.

"Why don't we try studying together?" He suggested. "You've done everything in your power to study alone, but what about trying to work with a friend?"

So that's how you got here: sitting with Beer, books and pencils and papers scattered everywhere on your desk. After forcing you to take a long deserved break, you reviewed everything you needed to know. With Beer alongside you, he encouragingly gave you pointers on things you could improve, as well as praising your determination and knowledge.

"See? You're doing so well already! With my help, I'm sure you'll have this solidified in no time!"

When you're satisfied, he suggested the two of you go and get something to drink. You've worked hard, and that deserves some reward, wouldn't you agree?

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[echodrops]

The Promises I’m Making (2024)

Sheesh, this year it was even harder than last year to make promises. In particular, I really wanted to focus on promises that wouldn't cost as much money as in prior years, so I tried to steer clear of too many promises that would cost above the basic spending amounts... But it turns out it is really hard to make resolutions if you're broke. 😂

So here's what I'm going with:

2024 Promises

1) Step down from my administrative position and return to being a full-time faculty member. I literally cannot take the clown show that is admin at my work anymore. It is actually killing me.

2) Related to this, redecorate my new office as soon as they decide where they are going to move me.

3) Apply for new jobs!! APPLY FOR NEW JOBS!!!

4) Train my replacement in the chair position well so they are super prepared to take over in fall.

5) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.

6) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.

7) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in front of the Utah house.

8) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.

9) Fully clean out and prepare the Utah house to be rented out to new renters. Hopefully the next people won’t sneak in a parrot that poops all over the floor… RIP…

10) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.

11) Call the plumber and replace the faucets. Even if I end up having to do it myself.

12) Get the dead tree removed from the Texas house yard and call the internet company to see about the cable around the tree root.

13) Plant roses where the old ones died in front of the Texas house. 

14) Replace my CPU fan; the bearings are going out and it’s making an annoying noise.

15) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them. 

16) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2023 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.

17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that paint program I bought. 

18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year, but I hope I can make progress on this.

19) Buy all the Noragami volumes I am missing and do a complete re-read of Noragami now that the series is finishing up.

20) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.

21) Finish at least five books this year.

22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???

23) Reach the new level cap with all jobs in FFXIV!

24) Go to the graduation ceremony for my family friend.

25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;

26) Fully deep clean and vacuum/detail my own car at home. No more of the “It doesn’t make sense to clean it out now; the dog is just going to go back in it.” The dog is always going to go back in it. Clean it, Echo.

27) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.

28) See at least three new species of birds. Doesn’t matter where, just three new ones!

29) Reach 3500 followers. Can I do it? You should follow me if you’re not already; I’m pretty cool. Just sayin’!

30) Cancel all the subscriptions I don’t need. There’s literally no reason to sit around letting companies passively profit off me when I don’t even really use the services/the services keep getting worse while the costs keep going up.

31) Go out on at least a day trip to take pictures with my friend. We haven’t done this in quite some time. I need to touch grass.

32) Repair the lovely one-of-kind ceramic plate that my dog broke with kintsugi. I want to try it at least once!

33) Really look hard for my passport in my house. It’s been missing for like a year and a half now, and I don’t want to have to pay for a new one.

34) Put all the small prints, postcards, and stickers I have collected in my new mini-print books. I can even use up washi tape to decorate too. (Finally, a purpose for the washi tape…)

35) Shred the million pieces of old mail I have lying around the house. I finally got the shredder so it just makes sense to use it.

36) Have more follow-through with chores. It’s not enough to wash the clothes or do the dishes if I then procrastinate on folding the clean laundry and putting the dried dishes back in the cabinets…

37) Put reminders for birthdays and major events in my phone as well as set a monthly reminder to check these promises. Maybe I’ll be able to keep more promises if I look at the list more often throughout the year!

38) Since I can’t afford to go to the salon, spa, etc. too much this year, I should at least do some self-care days at home. Will this be the year I finally manage to use all the fancy scrubs and face masks and bath salts I keep getting from people?

39) Use up one whole notebook. It doesn’t matter what goes in the notebook, but I gotta use the whole thing from cover to cover. I have so many pretty notebooks that never get used just because they’re pretty.

40) Change the burned-out lightbulbs in the recessed lighting in the Texas house ceiling. It’s like twelve feet high and the lightbulb charger stick I bought didn’t work, so I’m going to have to find someone with a ladder. Save me, handyman. Save me.

41) Build the pretty koi paper lantern my brother got me, or the Korean temple model my coworker gave me after his trip to Korea.

42) Actually use the yoga mat I bought forever ago. At least a few times, please???

43) Finish watching the Fruits Basket remake with Kacchan. I think we stopped in the second season, RIP.

44) Spend more time with coworkers—go out to lunch more often.

45) See about removing the PMI from at least one of my house loans to try to save money. I’ve been paying on these loans long enough I shouldn’t need PMI anymore.

46) Practice my German skills (or I guess other language skills?) by translating something at least once a month.

47) Get a new bookshelf. The current ones in both my office and foyer are already overflowing. @_@

48) Make more time to call people and talk on the phone. Texting is not the same. D;

49) Get the new COVID vaccine to stay healthy.

50) I will keep my promises! 

Good luck, 2024’s me!

[inklore]

hi my love! do you have any writing tips? and words of encouragement when fics flop :(

hi darling <3 i feel like i always suck at giving writing tips but i'll try my very best for you ok. i hope some of these help! also very honored you'd even ask me 🤎

first and foremost: don't compare your writing to anyone else. everyone writes different, everyone has a certain style, a niche. if you're worried you don't have a 'style' don't, because you do. everyone does. it's not something you can make yourself have or take from others, it comes naturally with how your brain works and how it curates words and prose and scenes. that's why no book, no writing, is ever the same even if it's the same source material. it's a beautiful thing so don't stress about trying to make your writing sound or 'read' like other writers. it'll only ruin the enjoyment of how you write!

if you want to write more detailed just remember that not everything in a scene needs to be put down. the more you give the reader room to fill in the blanks and set the scene themselves the better experience for them (at least that's the case for my brain, others may feel different, but doing it this way makes me feel like i'm not adding too much detail or being repetitive). but visualizing, setting the scene for yourself through music or daydreaming is another great tip to write more detailed.

when it comes to smut i am a huge stan of you don't have to say the anatomically correct part they're using (like the p words or c word), and describing what it feels like to have that part touched, grazed, etc is really great. i struggle with fear of repeating myself so i try to find creative ways to describe body parts without actually calling them like flowery/nouns/different synonyms. i hope that made sense lmao.

don't worry about edits or making everything flow completely well in the first take. i highly rec everyone editing their own work and reading it back to themselves, yes it's tiring but it helps you find flow mistakes, add more detail, take something out that you thought fit in the moment but doesn't really. that's why i get everything out the first get go in a kind of fever dream manner and then when i go back to edit it then i buff out everything, add more, take away something, add more details that will make a scene pop off more.

now for the encouragement when it comes to flops: it's going to happen. there's no secret to making something do amazing or something failing. there really isn't and someone who says there is has just had a few lucky posts. because having a big following means nothing, writing a long fic, a short one, only using small font, being super aesthetic, really means nothing. i've seen writers with the most amazing aesthetic and beautiful prose with 100 followers write something and get 2k notes and then get 90 notes on their next post. same with someone who doesn't have a big aesthetic but a big following and writes short fics get 100 notes on their last ten posts but then that eleventh post randomly gets 1k. like it's really just up in the air on here if something is going to do good or not, unfortunately. so that's why i don't let it get to me when something i post gets 100 notes or 1k because i'm happy with both, less, or more. i don't expect anything anymore because that only leads to disappointment and i'm here to write and to have fun.

that's not to say i don't rec curating your own little community on here. make friends, block ppl with bad vibes, join discords of supportive friends. talk to writers who encourage and understand your feelings and discourse and who keep you going, give you inspo, etc etc. if only my friends ever rbed and read my stuff and there was only 10 of them? i'd say hell yeah and that'd encourage me to write more. having a good space of friends and community is amazing and can do a lot to fight off the writer scaries and the feelings of obsessing over numbers and success.

now this is just something i do but it always works for me; i post something and then force myself not to look at it for a day or two. i post it and move on to the next thing i want to work on. i do not dwell on how it's doing. i may q up some rbs for it but i don't even look at the notes when i do that. i deliberately never look at it because yes while it matters in the sense that we love encouragement, we love seeing people love something we spent hours on, we wrote this for ourselves but hello we want that validation too and that's okay, but like i said above and i'm going to say again notes mean nothing in regards to talent. these notes are not simon cowell judging you on your performance. so when i finally do go back to rb comments and reply to things, or if i just want to look at how it did, and the number is low i'm just like ok shrug at least those 20 people enjoyed it and that's better than 0. and if no one commented or rbed yeah that sucks and is disheartening but i can either dwell and be sad on it or i can continue to do what i love and write more. why let the annoying little brats on here who refuse to show their love on a work they read get you down? because there's a dozen of them out there and they're not going away. and you may have made someone's day for this little fic even if they didn't say something about it. it does suck that content creators on here don't get the rbs and comments and credit they deserve, and unfortunately if you want to keep doing what you love you gotta work around it and remind yourself why you're creating, continue to feel that joy. it's hard, believe me. but don't let your creativity be repressed because of it, because you'd be doing a disservice to yourself!

i'll say it again though: a high note count / following doesn't mean the fic is good or bad, neither does low notes / no following. no one's talent is ever in question here. we are here to write, have fun, fill the void of the rl scaries.

[serafiel-jacobs]

Maniac (Fanfic)

New Chapter ❤️

It's raining outside, and the storm is too heavy for Pinocchio to go out anywhere so he is staying inside Hotel Krat, it's a shame because he is almost done with most of what he needs to do but the great thing is that he gets to spend more time with his father.

Everyone is downstairs trying to make small talk to distract themselves from the storm, the loud sound of thunders resonating from time to time. Pinocchio stays too close to his father, the boy does not know the meaning of personal space, he looks like a baby koala by the way he clings to his father, but no one says anything about it.

“I am glad to know that Simon has been defeated,” Venigni said, Pinocchio had told them all about it.

Well, he skipped a few details but they didn't ask for a deeper explanation.

Venigni turned to look at Geppetto “But, we still don't know the reason for the frenzy” he was at a loss for words, he couldn't decode that message and Pinocchio said he couldn't hear anything when asked, “Any idea of what could had happened”

“I have no idea Venigni” Geppetto lied.

“But you have to think of something, anything!” Venigni was desperate and Geppetto knew way more than him about the creation of the puppets, “Surely if you analyzed the Ergo wavelengths yourself you could be able to tell better than me”

“Mmm Father doesn't want to talk about it” Pinocchio hugged his father with even more force.

Venigni knows how stressful the investigation can be, and maybe that's why Pinocchio is worried, “Pinocchio I understand that you don't want your father to feel stressed but-”

*Hiss*

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds.

Pinocchio made another hissing sound and stared at Venigni intensely, that was his cue to back down.

“I'm sorry” Venigni doesn't know why he is apologizing but he feels as if he should.

Geppetto doesn't seem to mind that his son just did that, frankly, he is relieved because Venigni doesn't shut up about what caused the frenzy and it was getting on his nerves. He did it all to bring Carlo back and he would do it again, Carlo means the world to him. So does Pinocchio, although lately, he has been on edge thinking about what their life will be like once this is over, hopefully, Pinocchio doesn't get too jealous of Carlo.

“I'm bored” Pinocchio doesnt like just sitting and talking, “I want to play something”

Gepetto gives out a sigh, “Son then go to your room and play with your toys”

“What toys?” Venigni asks instinctively and immediately regrets it covering his mouth.

Pinocchio stops holding his father, saying how he will be back soon, too soon, he comes back carrying…

“What… what is that…?” Antonia starts shaking, she can't believe what she is seeing.

“A toy I made, I call him Mortis” Because of rigor mortis. Pinocchio grabbed a carcass and sealed it inside a puppet, the thing was unable to move by itself, Pinocchio moved the limbs of the thing as if he were moving a doll, and everyone could hear muffled screaming from the inside of the creature. Thankfully the other toys were normal toys, like a teddy bear and some wooden figurines.

“I know!” Pinocchio had a lightbulb going in his head, “We could all play together!”

NO NO NO, Everyone was staring daggers at Venigni he just had to ask.

“Oh well dear, I am not in any condition to play” Antonia even coughed a little to make it more convincing “And Polendina can't play either, someone has to keep an eye on me”

“I um, I-” Eugénie needed to think of an excuse and fast, so she stood up and pretended to go to her station to find something, then she took off her glasses and pretended they fell onto the floor, “Oh no, my glasses are broken now, I, unfortunately, can't see well, its a shame but I can't play like that”

Pulcinella simply decided to turn himself off, he wasn't going to deal with that, his master Venigni could make him wake up later.

“Hey Pinocchio listen” Venigni started to speak up.

Oh hell no, Geppetto knows he isn't going to play with his son alone and this is all Venigni's fault.

“How wonderful that you finally have something to do Venigni, since you mention all the time how boring things get here” Geppetto smiled, “I know that a genius like you has a great imagination, I beat playing with Pinocchio is just what you needed”

Venigni can't protest as Pinocchio forcefully drags him to another room so they can play together and Geppetto soon follows. Although he isn't actually playing, he watches and tells Pinocchio from time to time what a good boy he is, like when parents take their kids to the park and read a book while their kid does something else.

Thankfully, the rain starts to die down, and Pinocchio knows that he has to leave, he still has some unfinished business so he starts getting ready.

“Great job Venigni, maybe if I ever need a babysitter for him I'll give you a call” Geppetto would love to take a break from time to time, parenting is hard.

“Are you joking?” Venigni can't believe what he is hearing.

“Venigni” Geppetto is giving him an intense stare, “I love him but I can only take so much by myself”

Geppetto took off his shirt for a moment to reveal that his back has dozens of scratch marks, each time Pinocchio hugs him, each time with more force than the last.

Pinocchio had just changed his legion arm and Venigni could immediately tell something was wrong, Pinocchio never uses Falcon Eyes despite all the adjustments he has made to the weapon because “shooting things makes them die fast and that’s not fun”

Because he doesn’t want to confront the boy directly he signals to Geppetto who is downstairs with them to ask instead.

Geppetto put back his shirt. “Son, are you doing something special again?”

“I am” Pinocchio was filling his bag with legion magazines he didn’t want to run out of power.

Pinocchio rushed to give his father a big hug, and to bite him again. He wants to say a proper goodbye to his father, the boy puts his hand on the stargazer and says a few words before leaving.

“It’s rabbit season”

It was quiet for a few seconds before Geppetto spoke up.

“Look he didn’t draw blood this time, he is finally learning to behave better,” Geppetto said as he pointed at his neck.

Venigni puts his hands on his face, he doesn’t know what’s worse how Geppetto is so accepting of that or how the man is right.

——

The Black Rabbit Brotherhood hadn’t heard from their client, what a great deal right? They were struggling now that their brother was dead and they needed to do something, so they decided to take back the Mallum District, more people had come since the time they left and that meant more money to collect, it was easy to get it back as there was no one was able to stop them.

But they needed to up their defenses, they couldn’t underestimate that damn puppet anymore, they filled the place with traps and even more monsters.

Traps and monsters that Pinocchio got rid of easily.

“You know pal, I’m starting to think you are a one-man or rather one-puppet army at this point” Gemini is starting to believe that not even armed soldiers could hold him back.

“I’m just being a good son Gemini”

They had stolen the painting of Carlo, that painting that was so precious to his father, his father was almost crying with joy when he got it back. Pinocchio will make them pay for making their father upset.

“What a dutiful son you are buddy”

As they are walking by the Mallum district something catches Pinocchio’s eyes, in one of the bars there is a small figure of a cricket.

“Look Gemini, like you!” Pinocchio grabs the little figurine and grabs Gemini so that he can see it properly. It’s a more realistic-looking cricket but it is cute. “Do you want it?”

“Yeah sure” Gemini has a collection of “friends”, miniature dolls or figurines that Pinocchio has or even makes sometimes. Gemini keeps them inside his tiny house and plays pretend with them. It distracts him from when Pinocchio is doing his life experiments in his room, well that’s how it started but he is actually enjoying it more and more these days.

Eventually, Pinocchio makes it to the Mallum District City Hall, where the Brotherhood had been expecting him. Pinocchio couldn’t have come here from the Hotel, first because the Brotherhood destroyed the elevator and second because the boy likes to play with his prey before attacking.

“We will avenge our brother no matter what” The three of them were ready.

“And I will revenge my father”

“That phrase doesn’t make sense you dumb puppet,” The Eccentric brother said, “It’s I will take revenge for my father”

“Who isn’t even dead mind you” The Battle Manic set his weapon on fire, “But he will be when we are done with you”

“But first we will make sure you are sent in pieces in a coffin directly at the Hotel’s Doors” The Youngest was sharping her weapons, “Let’s break your fancy springs and gears”

They talked a big game but as usual, Pinocchio defeated them, but he kept them alive, as he wanted to play his fun little game, he got close to the three of them, and after disarming them he activated Sophia’s pocket watch, sending him back to the last stargazer he was at. Not the one in the district but rather the one in the path of pilgrim. All of them were left in there, standing in the dirt, although the Brotherhood could barely stand.

“What do you think you are doing?” The Battle Manic said while catching his breath.

Pinocchio took out a different pocket watch, one he had made himself in the shape of a heart, made out of parts of puppets he had destroyed.

“You have five minutes”

“For what?!” The Youngest tried to attack Pinocchio but he kicked her into the floor as if it was nothing.

“To run” Pinocchio had a twisted grin on his face.

“You deranged lunatic we aren’t playing your stupid game” The Eccentric brother used all of his force to stand up.

“Four minutes”

The Battle Manic stood up as well, “We aren’t going to run away”

Both brothers helped their sister get back up, the 3 of them tried to attack Pinocchio as well but they were thrown into the floor once more, they had no weapons and they were weak.

“Three minutes”

“You two, run!” The Battle Manic brother was gasping for air again, he had been beaten up too badly that he wouldn’t be able to run at all, “Just save yourselves”

“We aren’t cowards we won’t leave!” The Youngest wanted to attack Pinocchio again but her brother grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

“We need to get the hell out of here now!” The Eccentric brother knew that it was over, but that maybe the two of them could survive, survive, and forget all of this. Start a new life and live for their brother's sake.

“Two minutes”

Reluctantly, they ran away, running towards the opposite direction of the Cathedral, going back to the district was a dead end, and sure enough, after two minutes passed, they heard the sound of a loud piercing gunshot in the hair, followed by an explosion.

They could hear Pinocchio running towards them, so they picked up the pace, once inside the Cathedral, both siblings managed to make it to the entrance, before Pinocchio caught up to them, he fired one shot and made a direct hit with the Eccentric brother.

The Youngest had no time to grief, no time to look back, she kept running, hearing the loud screaming of her brother as he died as well, maybe this was her punishment, she was the one who had taunted Pinocchio the most and now he was toying with her just as she claimed she would toy with him.

She was the fastest, the most agile, and she could do this, she ran and ran until she couldn’t hear Pinocchio’s rapid footsteps anymore. Making it onto the railway and getting in, catching her breath inside, once was was down in moonlight town she would need to pass towards Venigni works, she knows a shortcut around the factory, she can get away, she can…

“Surprise”

Pinocchio had used Sophia’s pocket watch to return to the stargazer, and from there he activated it to go to the one in Moonlight Town.

The Youngest sibling of the Black Rabbit Brother didn’t have any last words, she just fell to her knees and wept, as Pinocchio aimed the gun directly at her chest.

—-

Everything was too quiet inside Hotel Krat, Pinocchio had returned from whatever he was doing but the atmosphere was peaceful, too peaceful. But Pinocchio was in a great mood maybe they shouldn’t question that, he was acting calm, normal even.

He was handing down a few gifts he had made, normal gifts, special music boxes he had made for everyone.

For Eugenie the box had a cat in the middle sleeping, spinning in a bed as the music played, on the inside of the box was a painting of a sunrise.

For Antonia the box had two people dancing in the middle, one was her and the other was Polendina, they spun together as the music played, and the painting on the inside was of a beautiful garden.

When Pinocchio got to Venigni he smiled because his fun uncle gets two gifts.

“Two gifts? How kind of you my friend”

First Pinocchio gave him something he didn’t make and Venigni recognized it instantly.

“This toy, how did you?…”

Pinocchio played with his now white hair, he had found Arlecchino when he went to the abbey to free Sophia, who was currently sleeping in his room. She is taking an even bigger nap than he took when he rescued her.

The King of Riddles was furious at him because Pinocchio is a good boy and his father told him not to answer the phone to strangers he would always hang up each time he heard Arlecchino’s voice. Each time he had found a trinity door he just broke them with his legion arm, they were just normal locked doors it wasn’t hard at all.

Pinocchio let him rant for a few minutes before he took the toy from him and left the room, sealing it shut, he didn’t bother to take his Ergo, he wanted to let him rot in there forever.

“I have my ways~” Pinocchio extended his hand and gave Venigni the other gift. A music box that had a miniature of the moon warrior toy in the middle, the painting in the box was of space.

Venigni hugged Pinocchio and let out a few tears.

“Thank you much”

Pinocchio smiled, today had been a great day.

“I’ll be back!” Pinocchio ran out of the room, he made something great for his father but this time it wasn’t something he built but rather something he cooked.

“I made this for you” Pinocchio knows how hard his father works, he had just finished the two P organs his brother and Romeo needed and that was a hard task, so he decided to make him some food.

It was a soup, and it smelled delicious, although Geppetto was a bit skeptical since Pinocchio had never cooked before.

“I made it with lots of love” Pinocchio’s voice was too sweet and Geppetto couldn’t resist that.

Geppetto tasted it and the food was actually great, tasted as good as it smelled.

“Son, this is delicious, what is it?”

“Rabbit Stew”

At that moment, Geppetto knew, his eyes grew wide and he looked at the soup, he moved it around a bit with the spoon to find a human finger.

Everyone else realized the truth and quickly fled, Eugénie shouting how she needed to bathe Spring, Polendina wheeling away Lady Antonia so that she can have a proper rest and Venigni claiming that Pulcinella was having some issues related to him being broken by Fueco and that he needed to get that check out immediately.

“Go on” Pinocchio took a few steps closer to his father, “Don’t you like it?”

Geppetto felt as if he was going to have a heart attack but the look on Pinocchio’s face… so innocent, so naive and he did this to make him happy so he has no choice.

——

It was almost time to go to bed, although Sophia had just woken up at this point but she still felt so tired, Pinocchio didn’t want to kick her out of his room but he needed to sleep next to his father each night, Sophia didn’t mind sleeping in another room, in fact she felt more at ease without having to open her eyes and look at a ceiling filled with guts.

Pinocchio was kneeling next to the black box, he removed the lock and the chain and opened the box. Just as he promised he would open the box when both were no longer mad, and everything worked out perfectly, both were given new hearts by his father and were good as new, Carlo even gave a big hug to his father, it made Pinocchio a little jealous but what mattered is that his brother was no longer holding a grudge against father.

But both were too exhausted to celebrate, Carlo and Romeo grabbed a room for them to sleep in, enjoying not having to be in that box they chose a 5-star suite where they could both have plenty of space to sleep in properly.

Now it was just Pinocchio’s turn to go to bed, his father looked really tired and fell asleep quickly. Pinocchio lay in bed next to him and hugged his father gently, snuggling closer to him.

He had accomplished all his goals, he could have a happy family, he was just missing one last thing.

The next morning, when everyone woke up, the Hotel residents were shocked to see Carlo, Romeo, and Sophia there. They briefly explained the situation and there were a lot of mixed feelings, specially about Geppetto starting the frenzy but all together were wondering the same thing.

Where were Pinocchio and Geppetto?

By now at least one of them should have come downstairs. As they were thinking about this they were greeted by Gemini who was outside his cage, it had taken him time to come downstairs with what he was holding.

It was a letter that Pinocchio had left for Carlo specifically, Carlo picked it up and read it out loud.

——📘——

“Dear brother,

I’m so happy you are back and that you are no longer mad, I just want you and Father to get along, I want us to live a normal life. ໒꒰ྀི ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ྀིა

As much as I love Father I know he hasn’t been the best, he made a lot of mistakes, but I love him no matter what, I know you feel the same as well, that you were just hurt and didn’t mean to be angry. (◞‸◟ㆀ)

But don’t worry I know the best way to make everything better, as I said, I will fix Father and when I’m done we can live our happily ever after, and be the family we were always meant to be.

With tons of love, Pinocchio ♡ “

——📘——

[dungeonmeshimybeloved]

Hiii!! I just finished your fanfic “Of course I came back for you” and I absolutely loved it! It was so amazing! The writing is genuinely so gorgeous and the story is just phenomenal! The ending made me wanna scream and cry :,)

I also loved how you took some of the original scenes and tweaked them to better fit the characters! I always see people complaining about it (which doesn’t make sense to me) and I think you did it well! I also liked how you added other little scenes like when Chilchuck was stitching Laios’ shirt! And when he tore it off made me wanna cry!!!

Also laios breathing fire is so cool! I also loved your characterization of them! I love the idea that Chilchuck suggested that they should eat monsters as a joke and Falin took that as Chilchuck being serious! I giggled a little at that! :)

Would you ever think about continuing the fanfic or making a full swap AU?

Thank you so much for posting this fanfic! You honestly gave me inspiration and motivation to write my fanfics (or try to actually work them out in my head). Tysm!! I loved your fanfic! Please never stop writing! <3

(I’m so sorry if any of my grammar is off, I’m not able to check it right now)

HI HELLO IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE THIS IS THE NICEST THING EVER ?? I'm so serious the amount of encouragement and support I've gotten these past few days has made me feel dizzy with excitement and I'm nearly drunk off the happy vibes. First off - your Grammar is perfect don't you worry, and Secondly!!! I would love to read your fics when you get to writing them!

This is sorta - off the cuff stream of Conscience rambling, so I apologize in advance I'm all over the place, I just -!!! Screams. I'm so happy

Firstly I wanna encourage you in your writing endevors.

Writing is a difficult process, and oftentimes, when writing, it can feel so hard to think it's actually good. I'll admit that at several points during this fic in particular, I was worried that some of the dialogue was melodramatic (specifically the bath confrontation), but that's a case of me being overly critical of my own work. When you start, aim to just have fun with it! Don't stress about making a masterpiece because you'll improve as you go, and it's likely that others won't notice the weaknesses you find in your own work. Take your time as well. I've been working on this fic over the course of a month or so, and I'm glad I started it early, because I was able to include so many details and flesh out scenes that - if I hadn't had the time - would fall flat.

I wish you luck, and I am excited to possibly read some of your works <3

Also !! I felt odd taking some of the Canon scenes and tweaking it, but I found it easier to write when I had a basis to go off of. A reference point if you will. It was like laying out ground work, so the scenes I added in (like Chilchuck stitching up Laios' shirt - only to have it torn off, I'm super pleased that it had the emotional impact I was aiming for). So thank you so much! It makes me happy to hear that it worked well in your eyes <3

And about Chilchuck joking about eating monsters, I can't really take credit for that specific detail, lol! That idea was something I borrowed from this post by Ciderjacks. It was so funny to imagine chilchuck of all people suggesting they ate monsters, I had to include it. Thank you so much, though. I had a lot of fun wrangling their characterizations to make everything work. I'm happy the characters shined though <3

To answer another question, I'm not sure if I'll continue this au! I've read the Manga to completion, and I have some ideas of how to proceed with Falin and co, but at the moment I want to take a small break from this au.

I have a couple of other fics that I've been meaning to work on and finish, so I'm most likely going to go back to those. However! That doesn't mean I won't continue this. I'll probably be thinking about it for a while, so i may be hit with inspiration to start drafting a new fic. If I do, it'll probably follow Falins perspective. She is the defacto leader of the group, after all. If you read the Manga to its completion, you'll see that she's got quite the journey ahead of her. (Ngl tho, as I think about it, I'm more and more intrigued with the idea........)

Okay, okay, so I'm gonna take this opportunity to talk about Chimera Laios bc I had thoughts that I couldn't actually incorporate into the story due to it being from Chilchucks' perspective. I have a design thought out about him, and I plan to draw it sometime soon, but with Laios, I wanted to incorporate more of the red dragons biology! (There's some slight spoilers under the cut if you're anime only, dealing with summoning monsters and their behaviors, tred carefully)

First off, him breathing fire was to make up for the fact that he didn't have magic. I imagine that in his transformation, he had some sway and was able to incorporate a way to ignite the fuel organ. Not only that, but the extra scales Laios has were actually due to the armor he went to bed in!

His arm and leg armor were still intact, so when he got fused with the dragon, the metal spread around his human portion of the body (and wings) to add a layer of durability. It's why the undines attack was deflected and why Kabrus knife broke - it's because kabru struck the metallic scales instead of the fleshy bits.

Not only that! (And this section does contain the spoilers for anime only watchers, but ill try and be vague)

But I was thinking about how dragons - when summoned - are their own creatures and can be stubborn and resist their orders. Falin was sorta - subservient to thistle as a chimera, while natural biological dragons tended to do their own thing despitr their orders.

Laios has a stronger will, and he embraces his monster form, but that means he won't just refuse to eat and rest. When he arrived at the scene with Toshiros party, he was hunting. Specifically hunting the harpies. He just so happened to stumble upon the parties. If the ninja hadn't attacked him first, he might've just left them be and left with his kills.

[wander-wren]

i keep seeing shiver slander and as someone who has spent multiple years trying to get everyone i know to read that silly werewolf romance i NEED to list all the reasons i like it, thank you. out of context spoilers below the cut, if you care about that at all. this also devolved into whole series spoilers but it’s still mostly shiver

the text (in my paperback copy) is fucking blue. for the other books which are green/red/orange themed THE TEXT MATCHES this has nothing to do with the book i just think it slaps

speaking of design the og covers are better. color coded leaves and vines with a red blood spatter dot for the i. bc characters get shot a surprising amount. it’s cool sorry

grace is the first protag i ever read who was so relentlessly practical. she has her life plan. she’s very organized. she’s going to college. she doesn’t have time for parties. she’s me except she reads exclusively nonfiction and mystery

she’s like this bc her parents are artsy types and very neglectful, they never got past their college kid phases. actually this is super interesting taken next to something like the dreamer trilogy where art is literally magic. but childhood trauma count: 3

it’s 3 bc they’re so bad at being parents they let her get attacked by wolves as a kid and also she nearly died from being left in a car the following summer

sam is my baby boy. he loves books, he knows a ton of poetry but especially rilke, he bakes bread and makes origami birds to hang in his bedroom and he’s a musician

he was raised by a relentlessly practical but very caring werewolf dude after his parents tried to murder him for being a werewolf when he was seven. childhood trauma count: 4

do you see. do you see how they are each other’s opposites. except for the small detail that sam’s second dad loved him. fuck

beck is sam’s dad and he’s so fucking complicated but i adore him.

they both link their hands behind their head when they’re stressed. they make the same facial expressions. i. cannot. dad and son

cole st clair exists. he’s a canadian rockstar turned werewolf BY CHOICE and he and sam are incredibly at odds over this. cole is deeply suicidal and a genius and i am fascinated by him

i’m gonna get more unhinged. ready? small warning for a few gore mentions

shelby

just. shelby’s scar scene. torturing an alive bird by playing with it’s entrails. “it looked like hamburger when they bit me. it must be hell when we kill something. we must be the worst way to die”

but also: that blink and you miss it scene where she tries to tell sam pretending he can be normal is pointless and he should Accept his wolfishness and she’s fucking up his school papers and beck drags her out and tells her to remember where she came from, and if she ever says that to sam again he will send her back. and shes screaming. fuck. what the FUCK.

i’m gonna repeat that shelby

beck being the one who turned sam bc his wife died and he was selfish and stupid. goddamn

grace when she starts turning in linger. grace who just wants a nice apartment and a red coffee pot. it’s about holding onto the one inconsequential thing as a metaphor for stability/happiness

the first bathtub scene. fuck. FUCK. save your new boyfriend from turning wolf but you have to purposely trigger flashbacks to his childhood trauma. what the fuck

cole not believing in sam’s trauma and dragging him to the bathroom only for sam to have another flashback in front of him

fucking. jack’s death. he’s a dick but holy shit

the scene where sam plays his guitar in the bathtub and Is Okay. ohmygod my heart

beck talking to grace and telling her that sam is more human than the others and being a wolf is torture for him. he’s the best damn person beck knows and beck ruined him bc of his own selfishness and spent a decade trying to make up for it

FUCKING MR DARRIOS DOGS WHAT THE FUCK

childhood trauma count: 6 (i forgot to count shelby)

cole’s voicemails to isabel. dies

cole wants to die so so so much and all his internal monologues about it make me cry

grace and isabel reluctant friendship

i have no idea what book it is but that scene with isabel in the mexican restaurant trying to play normal with her family

that scene from i want to say linger where grace starts vomiting blood and when it’s over the first thing she says is “sam. my hair.” so sad and miserable and its not ABOUT her hair having gunk in it its. a metaphor. please

the fucking helicopter chase scene. it’s not even until book 3 but if there was an adaptation that is the one scene i would want to see

every scene with grace and her parents fucking breaks my heart bc they’re not breaking the law they’re just ignoring her. grace thinking that if she was less of a golden child they would pay attention to her and shes RIGHT bc as soon as she breaks the rules for sam….

isabel and her parents are also so. soo. no one has a healthy parental relationship not even beck and sam

SPEAKING OF WHEN BECK SHOWS UP WITH COLE AND VIKTOR AND SAM IS SO FUCKING BETRAYED? they chose this life but it’s hell for him, he can’t imagine forcing anyone into it

but also the fucking scene where jack kidnaps grace and she calls beck and pretends to have a normal conversation while he tries to get info about her location and jack’s intentions….that’s the scene that always makes me bawl idk why. beck is so reassuring

grace hating poetry until sam reads it to her

CHRISTA. NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT CHRISTA.

she exists in exactly one flashback where she and beck are fighting bc she killed someone (as a wolf) and beck is lecturing her and she’s like “this isn’t a life i’m a monster and i’ll cope how i damn well please” and beck tells her to leave and never come back. and he follows her into the backyard and shoots her.

grace in the mud pit in whatever book that was

to end on a happy note: sam and grace in the golden wood. sam and grace on their coffee/candy store date. grace crying when sam reads her poetry and finally understanding it/art for the first time. sam as a person in winter for the first time in a decade. i cry

[inbarfink]

Look, maybe it’s just because I was very familiar with the Rocky Horror Picture Show before I went to see the original Rocky Horror Show for the first time, but I really do feel like the Dinner Scene was a very good addition to the movie. And like, no version of Rocky Horror really has great pacing, but I do think the Dinner Scene kinda helps with it a little bit.

Like the thing is that “Eddie’s Teddy” was actually added into the show very late, y’know, after it already started performing. And you can kinda tell it when watching most versions of the stage show. Like, Brad and Frank just found out about Janet and Rocky, Dr. Scott is here and this is sending Frank into a paranoid spiral, the entire cast is all gathering together, Frank is accusing Scott of being a nazi and Scott is accusing Frank of being a space alien, Frank is already making plans for the floor show - the tension is escalating and we are clearly in the buildup for ‘Planet, Schmanet, Janet’... 

and then this whole affair is just kinda put on pause so that Dr. Scott can sing “Eddie’s Teddy”, and then when it’s over, Frank’s basically like “well, I killed Eddie, also let’s get back to the whole Floor Show thing.” Like it just kinda stops the tension of the scene in the middle and then tries to come back to it once the song is over. The sight of Eddie ground-up in a bag isn’t really quite horrifying enough (compared to him already being brutally murdered on-stage beforehand) to restore that tension all on it’s own. A lot of versions try and have, like, the implication that something Rocky and\or Janet do after “Eddie’s Teddy” set Frank off - but we already know he was planning on the whole Floor Show Thing before Dr. Scott even arrived on the scene.

(And like, in the current West End version, which most other stage adaptions take after, the thing was that all the characters were playing keep-away with the Eddie Meatloaf and then Rocky threw it back at Frank with a “PISS OFF!” But like... Rocky has already yelled at Frank to “PISS OFF!” at the end of the Rocky Roll Call. So it’s not even a New Action that leads Frank into the rage of  ‘Planet, Schmanet, Janet’??)

I feel like the movie’s dinner scene does a better job at de-escalating and re-escalating the tension. Like just in the fact that there’s a scene change allows the shift in tension from “nearing a climax” to “constant lowkey stressful and akward” to feel more natural. And then the Cannibalism Reveal is absolutely a new escalation in terms of Fucked Up Shit Frank Does to feel like the tension is rising in new and exciting ways. And with the thing that sets Frank off is Janet and Rocky running to each other for comfort, and I think the implication that Frank is more pissed-off about that than the sex is a interesting character bit for him. Plus with the fact the movie cut off the mention of the Floor Show before, it feels less like he was just kinda waiting for the song to end to start his plan and more like he is operating out of spontaneous emotion.

Now, it is kinda hard to implement the dinner scene into the stage show. Just going “well, it was in the movie and that’s the more popular version so let’s put it in just like People Remember It!” is pretty damn reductive. In a stage show with a limited number of backdrop, the scene changes are generally kept to a minimum, and a scene staged with just all the characters sitting around a table can be kinda boring. The stage doesn’t have the rhythm of editing or the ability to close-up on different small details to make the scene more interesting. When I see a version of the Rocky Horror Show implament some version of the dinner scene, or even just the cannibalism, and it actually works ,I am always both happy and impressed. Making it work on stage takes a little bit of creativity that’s not in the text of the show or the movie!

[ethernetmeep]

i wrote a long tangent about my day & the draft didn’t even save…. like an hour of rambling. ill just recite what i can. im really bummed about that but theres nothing i can do now, so heres what i got as a redo:

plastic dinosaur teared the skin… now, you may be asking, HOW? to which i say this: anything is a hazard with the right amount of force

theres a small hole on my thumb now where sensitive skin lays & now i have to hold things weirdly in order to not go owchie wawa or what have you

kept looking for wiffle, my sea slug companion named by one of my best friends, but the small inanimate object was accidentally left at home. friend was amused at my frantic searching for a friend to hold, to which they don’t quite understand the state of worry i was in. felt bad about holding up the line by what is presumably two seconds.

stayed by my friends side & UGH im so mad at myself for doing so little & being so cowardly. i meant to walk around & really see all the art but all i did was be sensitive & emotional. i meant to compliment several different artists too… ask about prices… although pushed to do this, i was too afraid.. i can’t dwell on the past (as in past mistakes, as im typing about the past right now which would be counterintuitive of what im saying), so i won’t; its just simply infuriating on a interpersonal level when i say i will do something the next time it comes around & i don’t follow through

had to step outside because of feeling a prolonged, nauseating sense of not being allowed in the place i was in. i was scheduled, yes, but… i couldn’t get over the fact i simply didn’t feel as if i was supposed to be where i was. i felt like i was intruding simply going to something i liked, and even after my teachers five separate insistences i was fine it was still quite the challenge.. i cried slightly, but this is due to my sensitivity & workings of my own mind. i soon regained my composure

i did much better when i was allowed the solace of a quieter room with fewer people, albeit less artworks on walls…. ah, i should probably explain that

finished with artist statements & sketches, i am given the opportunity to help sort things in the gallery. by sort, i mean take down hangers.

most are fine, but i struggle with the last 5 near 3D pieces. a girl moves her octopus piece, but there’s still quite the array to maneuver around. theres only one way to move the hangers, to the right, as the left side has pieces underneath where the hangers fall & all that would happen is that the artworks would get hit time & time again by the zip-ties (?) of sorts.

to make my job even more difficult, i strive myself on not having any of the (very long, may i add) hangers hit the floor, lest they hit the portrait right underneath them.

i believe i get hit in the face every single time.

its funny, really. they don’t hurt either, by the way— just a surprise. it also feels impolite to have the hangers hit any of the art.. i can’t explain it besides common curtesy & reverence for objects, as i see everything as a bit human.. nah, not human, living. everything is an organism to me. also because its a portrait & thats a bit too real to have a portrait be hit in the face… impolite. & unneeded. & also common curtesy.

either way, all the pins & hangers get taken down. i see artworks up close that i hadn’t before, at least not to that extent, and find myself greatly impressed with the details. legs are jelly in the sense i have to be extremely careful with how i move & they shake profusely. its weird how the physical body works… so odd to me. not my point; nothing gets touched or moved, nothing gets ruined, everything is fine & i get to see artworks with only one or two other people in the room. i get to marvel at all the different sculptures & paintings without the stress of being too invasive to others.

oh yeah, i said a persons art they had up was nice, but they didn’t even have art up. i was simply trying to distract myself to not seem weird & offputting which i only accentuated by talking with them & saying that as i packed my things.

i will have to remember that embarrassing event, and now you’ve had to read about it.

thanks, i think. heres some unreleased drafts for your trouble

& these photos from last night

[running-on-a-broken-record]

Poor Hermit! Hopefully he can eventually sleep it off.

What does Madpat do when officers enter his restaurant. Just to eat or for important business, it’s completely up to you!

(Absolutely adoring this blog btw)

Thank you 🩷

I have actually wondered this myself so I have an… almost uncomfortable amount of detail for this one. I would say I’m sorry but I’m not :)

Initially, he’s definitely going to be freaked out. We see how in Web of Lies, the restaurant isn’t exactly… clean of evidence, so even a small inspection is bound to reveal a little bit of the crimes that have been committed in that maze of halls (please say I’m clever for that reference I really try 😭)

The police officers are there on their lunch break, just hanging out, hoping to check out the restaurant that they’ve heard has good pizza, so long as you overlook the mess (but hey, it’s a children’s restaurant, what’re you gonna do?)

They’re still in uniform for their break, so as soon as Mad sees them, he thinks they’re out to get him. A million possibilities run through his mind. Did he let something slip??

He watches them, kind of stalker-like, just to see what they’re doing, and when they find an open seat and sit down, just the three of them, he’s relieved.

Before he realizes that can be just as dangerous if they see something they shouldn’t.

He takes the time to introduce himself, welcome them to the restaurant, ask what their business is— just to be absolutely certain that they aren’t here for anything malicious.

He refuses to let any other employees speak to the group. He and only he is allowed to approach them, no matter what. The employees know too much. And he can’t trust them to be smart enough to shut their mouths.

He tries to hide his feelings about the police in the pizzeria, but he isn’t exactly stellar at it. Especially with how much he wants them out, before they find something they shouldn’t. Even still, he provides decent customer service as the owner of the place.

Got to keep up a good reputation. But not good enough for them to come back. Like, ever.

I can see him giving them the worst pizza they have at the time so they dislike it and decide the place is a dump, but I doubt he’d go so far as to mess up the order completely.

Unless he was really desperate to get them out. Which, honestly, he could be.

He’s very, very snappy with the staff while the officers are in the building. They’re used to him being stern about keeping a good reputation for the restaurant— gotta keep bringing in customers— but when he’s stressed like this? They make one mistake and they’re as good as dead.

(They better pray he won’t kill them, because we know he can 🙏🏻)

But anyway. When he finally, finally gets them out, his anxiety goes away, but his paranoia does not. For the next couple days, maybe a week, he’s convinced that they saw something. A tiny blood stain on a wall, something just… off about the animatronics, really anything.

Every day, every time someone walks in the door, he has to look to see who it is because he’s convinced the cops are back and they’re coming to arrest him. The other workers get rather freaked out when he just stares at the door for long periods of time. (When I tell you he’s paranoid, I mean it)

It almost definitely drives him mad (I am so funny) and he thinks about, uh… having another kid go “missing”, before the logical part of his brain takes over and realizes that is just one more thing that will give the cops reason to come back for something more than just a lunch break visit.

And then, when he doesn’t see them back again for a while, he returns to his regular schedule. The employees, if no one else, are glad he’s back to normal.

Maybe, just maybe, after another week or so of no unsolicited police visits, he’ll let out all his frustration from that week and finally have his way with the chainsaw.

[scarletwritesshit]

💄Robin x Argenti 💄 Angel of Beauty

Robin’s hands were trembling as she attempted to steady the makeup brush. She had performed on stage time and again, but the preparation process hadn’t become any easier, especially since now, it felt like Argenti was judging her every little move. The prized little bird of Penacony was struggling with what would be theoretically be a simple task for her. How shameful. Attempting to put her worries aside, Robin continued attempting to brace herself to apply the makeup.

Argenti gently placed his hand on her shoulder, careful as to not startle her into accidentally poking her eye out. She looked up at his fond smile, though still a bit nervous about how he perceives her uneasiness.

"Are you perhaps having some trouble, my dear?" Argenti asked.

"I-I’m fine. I’ve done this plenty times before." Robin said.

"That may be so, but you appear to be in great distress. I insist that you allow me to lend a helping hand."

"I’m good. Really."

Argenti grabbed her wrist with utmost care. Despite being a man of great strength clad in the finest, sturdiest armor, his hold on Robin was surprisingly gentle.

"You cannot afford to stress yourself out before the big show, now can you? Allow me, as I have experience myself in applying such cosmetics."

"You...do?"

Robin was shocked for a brief moment at the fact that he possessed such knowledge, though she wasn’t sure why. Just look at the man. It would be more surprising if he didn’t know such techniques.

"Why, of course I do! Upholding Idrila's standards of beauty means applying such skills myself, which is why I request of you to allow me to take over for once."

Robin sighed. "I suppose it would be nice to not worry for a change."

Argenti released her wrist and held out his palm. "Exactly! Allow me to grant you my assistance, though, I do have one small request to make in return."

"Which would be...?” Robin asked, putting the brush into the palm of his hand.

"That dress," Argenti said, pointing to a rose clad dress intended for one of the band members, "it’s aesthetic suits me perfectly, and I wish to try on such a thing for myself, however, I believe that it is a size bit too small for one of my size."

"A bit too small?" Robin said with a giggle, "It couldn’t even be adjusted as it is to fit you!"

"Which is why I request for you to keep an eye out for a garment similar that could fit my build. I am deeply in love with every minute detail of that dress, but I regret that I cannot try it for myself."

"Hmmm, well, I could pull a few strings behind the scenes, using the excuse of 'but he’s my boyfriend!' and all, but..."

"But what?"

"...It’s a matter of my brother not finding out. It’s bad enough he knows I’m dating someone, but if I so much as mention anything about who said boyfriend is, he would probably bring forth the rapture of Penacony."

Argenti began to sweat a little. "That would indeed, be a bit terrifying to witness, to say the very least."

"He means well, but he could show his concern for me a bit better instead of threatening to wipe out an entire planet..."

"With all due respect, Miss Robin, your brother is indeed a bit on the terrifying side."

"He’s not that bad."

"To you, anyways. Now, on a less...frightening note, how would you like me to apply your makeup?"

"Oh, right, that. Uh...some purple underneath my eyes with glitter arranged to resemble a night sky. And I need my lashes done too."

"Say no more, my love," Argenti said, not wasting a second of work.

The combined anxiety of her upcoming performance in addition to allowing Argenti take hold of her makeup routine had Robin on edge, yet she was put somewhat at ease knowing that she could allow her own nervous hands to rest. She watched in the mirror as Argenti applied the makeup exactly as she described it, perhaps even better than what she envisioned. A little touch of blue and glitter applied created the exact night sky style she was aiming for.

When he got to her eyelashes, however, she could feel herself begin to stress once more, but Argenti rested her head in his palm to steady her face. Arguably, that made her heart race more, as he gently lifting up her head and leaning in close to her to get a better look. It was a simple routine, yet something about Argenti being so close in this way heightened her anxiety, or perhaps it was the oddest tinge of anticipation. Despite her nerves proving to be a slight obstacle, he managed to treat her lashes with utmost care as she was trying her best to keep her cool for him.

After caring for both of her eyes, Argenti backed away and promptly returned all of Robin’s equipment to where it resided before.

"Satisfied?" he asked, gesturing to her reflection in the mirror.

"Satisfied? It’s better than I even imagined it!" Robin said.

"Now, now. I kindly ask of you to not tear up with joy, as it could smudge my handiwork."

"I-I know. It’s just so beautiful, I don’t even know how to properly express my gratitude."

"You need not say anything dear."

"At this point, I should make you my makeup artist from here on out. You do a far better job than I ever possibly could.”

"You flatter me, truly, though I do not believe that my skills are comparable to yours."

"Are you kidding me? It’s a far better job than what even my own staff is capable of!"

"Haha, if you say so. Now, I do believe you are due to appear on stage soon?"

"Ah! Right!" Robin said, jumping out of her chair. "I’ll look into getting that dress for you later!"

"Take as much time as you need, love. For now, my priority is seeing you shine from above, while I humbly gaze from below in the audience.”