#i am working on responses to other prompts tho!!

[alexanderlightweight]

It’s Wednesday! I love your writing I found it like a month ago on ao3 and have since devoured everything on there and have now moved to sifting through your tumblr to consume all of your fantastic art. It’s so good no I love your magnus and Alec.

To the prompt!

I would really like to see something like Alec captured because of his light wood/trueblood heritage maybe to control him for his powers or something, and then Magnus comes for him “terribly sorry but this is mine” and some peak comfort for Alec in the aftermath cuz he’s not used to being completely helpless in a bad way

You have full artistic liberties of course to do whatever feels best for it I’ll love it no matter what thank you for doing this!

this is very sweet! i'm glad you are enjoying it so much because i do love writing them! I realize it's been a very long time since this was sent but I really appreciate this ask and enjoyed the prompt involved!

i hope you also enjoy <3

a stolen heart

Alec drifts, his thoughts too brief to truly form, a haze enveloping his mind as he fights to surface while sinking deeper still.

—

“You said he might take longer on this mission than usual.” It’s hardly a true consolation but Ragnor offers it anyway, a small frown lingering on his face as he studies Magnus carefully.

This was supposed to be a leisurely night spent reminiscing and it has been, for the most part.

There was also a fairly long monologue halfway through of how much Magnus adores ‘his Alexander’ but well, Ragnor does enjoy hearing about Magnus being happy, even if he grumbles about it.

Yet that peace has come to an end as the clock slowly ticks past three.

It’s now a quarter past four am and Ragnor finds himself nervous as well.  He’s on his third pipe in the last hour, fingers clenching the warm bowl as Magnus’ drumming fingers fill his ears with a nervous staccato.

Magnus’ phone rings first.

Then Ragnor’s is ringing, even as Magnus is hurriedly snapping his open.  He doesn’t even bother to use his hands, magic performing the act with all haste.  Fire messages arrive even as a voice frantically shares information through the phone.

There are no hellos.

Ragnor listens to his own call hollowly, watching the devastation on Magnus’ face turn to a visage of fury and rage so great that his control over his magick shatters.  

Ragnor mourns the loss of his rug — even if mended, the stench of brimstone will never fade — even as he summons several items and snaps his fingers, sending back duplicates of one message to answer the three fire messages sent.  

“Bring him back promptly,” Ragnor says because as unnecessary as it is, he knows Magnus will appreciate the thought. “Cat is already on her way over. We’ll be here, ready for you both.”

For a brief moment, there is a flash of terrible vulnerability on Magnus’ face and then it’s gone, like a strike of lightning too quick to truly be seen but one that leaves a lasting mark even once faded.

Ragnor feels as though his own heart is breaking as he watches Magnus’ leave, but he will be of no help there, not when Magnus wields more than enough power and anger.

Here is where he will be of the most use.

—

He’s done.

Magnus has had more than enough of being polite.  

He’s had enough of being diplomatic and understanding even as his Alexander — Magnus’ husband — runs off on missions with other, inferior warlocks.

It’s worse this time.  

Alexander is the one doing Magnus’ friend a favor and yet Magnus’ once friend has lost him.

Kallen had dragged Magnus’ beloved out to to help train a doubled response team — one with both warlocks and shadowhunters working together — to subdue a possible demonic summoning.  Kallen had assured Magnus that he was more than capable of protecting Magnus’ beloved and that really, considering it wasn’t his territory, that it would be better to leave it to the local warlocks.

Magnus is never falling for such idiotic drivel again.

Perhaps in the past he would have let an accident slide by.  It’s not as though Kallen planned a trap or purposefully led Alexander into true danger, but the fact that it happened at all is reason enough not to risk it again.

The scene is brutal when he arrives.

Blood, ash and bodies scatter the ground.  

From first glance it looks like a battlefield but Magnus understands what he’s looking at instantly.

A ritual.

One that mundanes attempted to perform and the backlash was enough to take their lives, considering that some of the ingredients and an artifact in the middle of a pentagram are real enough, if of utterly shoddy craftsmanship.

Magnus asks no questions, ignoring Kallen and the other warlocks gathered and bypassing the existence of London’s shadowhunters entirely. 

The energy that lingers on the edges of a burnt circle belongs entirely to Alexander.  It’s barely a trace but for Magnus, it’s more than enough. Blood drips down his clenched fists, the bloodied crescents he’s dug into his own skin already healing even as he chants.

To take Alexander is to invite death and while he’s a bit late to whatever party has his boy,  Magnus would hate to disappoint.

—

Alec’s mind is clearer, but not by much the next time he manages to open his eyes.

Everything around him is still a blur but he tries to piece things together.

There are restraints, both magical and physical, keeping him down and if it weren’t for the tether Magnus has bound to his very soul, he doubts he would even be conscious.  As it is, Magnus’ magic is fighting with him and for him, giving him the strength that he desperately needs even as his own is seeped away.

The tang of copper floods his senses as he chokes, body convulsing as he weakly coughs out a mouthful of blood, trying not to drown on it.  

The noise around him is overwhelming.  He’s too disoriented to focus on any one sound and the lights are unstable, dimming and brightening and making his headache worse. In any other situation, Alec might feel hopeless but he clings to what little senses he can and lets Magnus’ magic take as much control as it needs.  

Time drips past like the slow drip of honey from a cold spoon.  The seconds cling to him, minutes stretching into what feels like hours and the pain threatens to take him down when everything explodes.

“Terribly sorry to interrupt—” and oh, it’s Magnus’ voice.  Magnus is here. “But this one is mine.”

It’s with relief that he welcomes the darkness of unconsciousness this time, knowing instinctively that Magnus has come for him.

—

notes:

Alec: okay just relax, don’t fight the pain but don’t let it consume you, cling to magnus’ magic he will get here when he can we just have to hold on

Magnus: ... alec is hurt and i am not there? Everyone involved is dead to me. No longer friends. Blacklisted. I will burn them alive in edoms flames - rest in ashes ragnor's rug -

Alec: time is hard, i just have to be patient i have no idea how long has actually passed

Magnus: every second is a thousand years filled with turmoil and heartbreak and if i don’t get there in the next five minutes i will kill everyone involved and use their energy to go back in time

Alec: oh is that magnus? Oh thank fuck everything is fine now i’m gonna actually let myself pass back out because i trust him and he’s got this under control

Magnus: i took too long... Lets just kill everyone here and call it backlash. For once alexander can’t complain about the potential paperwork involved

[bookworm551]

A Few More Minutes | Neteyam x gn!reader oneshot

A/N: I took a month off and cut you bitches some slack. Tell a friend to tell a friend…I’m baaaack (but seriously, sorry I haven’t been posting like at all.) I’ve been working on a lot of stuff, but I’ve just been hitting wall after wall with each of my WIPs, but I read a poem on TikTok the other day called “Would I?” By Orion Carloto in her collection “Film For Her” and this little story popped right out of my head fully formed like Athena, so I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of death and grief, mostly just fluff tho

Words: 2.3k

There was a comforting sense of consistency to your mornings. Every day, as Eclipse would end, the clan would collectively begin to stir, shaking off the remnants of sleep to start the day anew. Everyone was ready to manage the work that helped maintain the balance and livelihood of the clan.

It used to be that you were ready and willing to rise at the first sign of light to get things done. Now, you felt as though the end of Eclipse was a cruelty meant to pull you away from the warmth and comfort pressed against you.

Neteyam always woke up before you. You were never sure how long he would lie awake next to you, but every morning without fail, when you began to stir, he was already waiting for you to open your eyes. Many times, you were roused by his subtle movements—his fingers brushing against your cheek, kisses against your forehead, his body turning to press against yours.

That morning, it had been his arm around your waist pulling you closer. You were dimly aware of the small space between you and blindly followed his gentle prompting to curl up at his side. With your eyes still closed, you rolled over and reached your arm across his torso and pulled yourself closer to him.

Your head rested on his chest as his arm wrapped around you. His slow, steady heartbeat was lulling you back to sleep as his fingers gently stroked your back. You were at the cusp of unconsciousness when his deep voice broke the silence, "You need to wake up."

You groaned softly as you pulled yourself as close to his body as possible, one of your legs moving to rest on his. He was so warm, and you were so comfortable that you once again felt spiteful towards the sun for emerging yet again. "I am awake," you murmured, your voice raspy with sleep.

Neteyam gave a little huff of amusement and hummed. "I will know when I see your eyes," he countered. You gave another soft groan. Your eyelids felt impossibly heavy. You tried opening your eyes, but Neteyam's gentle touch and steady heartbeat made it even more difficult for you to shake yourself from your sleepiness.

"I am awake," you repeated, though you knew he wasn't going to let you get away with it. He didn't respond for a moment, and to your disappointment, his hand stopped caressing your back. His lips pressed against your forehead before he muttered, "You have to prove it."

You buried your face into his neck in protest. He chuckled softly, and you felt him press another kiss to your temple. "Come on now," he whispered, his lips right next to your ear. "You need to wake up." You heaved a large sigh and grunted in defiance.

In response, Neteyam brushed his fingers over your cheek. You could feel a subtle smile form on your lips as he traced the edge of your face and down your jaw. His fingers curled under your chin, gently tilting your head up to face him, and he pressed his lips to yours. It was a soft kiss, a lazy one, but you loved it. The hand on your back gripped you a little tighter, and your own hand that was draped over his torso slowly slid up his chest to cradle his face.

This was the surest way to wake you up. It didn't matter how long you had been together or how many kisses you had shared, his lips against yours always made your heart beat a little faster and your breathing quicken a little bit. And if his hands would begin to roam across your body, well, you weren't falling back to sleep.

You pulled apart gently, and you managed to slowly open your eyes to look at him. You had to blink a few times for your vision to clear, and when it did, you could see Neteyam's handsome face gazing down at you with a soft smile.

"There you are," he murmured as his fingers began brushing up and down your back again. You returned his smile and traced your thumb over his cheek. "I told you I’m awake," you replied, sleep still evident in your voice. He hummed in amusement as he look down at you in adoration. "So you did."

You took a minute to admire his face and to appreciate this moment between you. Waking up like this made you dread actually getting up every morning. If you could lay like this for the rest of your life, you would. You cursed the sun for forcing you to leave Neteyam's side every day.

With that thought, you closed your eyes again and rested your head back down on his chest. "Let's stay like this forever," you pleaded quietly. He chuckled at you and pressed his lips to your forehead again. "If only we could," he mused. "But we can stay like this for a few more minutes."

You smiled at your small sense of victory. Under your ear, you could hear his heartbeat again, and your head moved gently with the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers still moved gently over the skin of your back as your breathing eventually began to match his own.

***

In the afternoon, when the day was at its hottest, the clan collectively took time to rest for a small period of time. Some slept, some socialized, and some attended to some easy chores. For you, it didn't matter so long as you were able to spend that time with Neteyam.

You were sitting on the floor as you braided vines into rope when Neteyam finally walked in. You greeted him with a smile and said, "There you are. I haven't seen you all day." He poured himself some water from a basin you kept and replied, "I have been out with my father all morning."

“Doing what?” You asked curiously. He shrugged. “Some scouting,” he replied. “We spotted some smoke in the distance and went to see what it was. There are more Sky People setting up near the southern end of the forest past the river.”

He took a drink and sighed before coming over to sit behind you. Wrapping his arms around your body and pressing a kiss to your neck, he asked, "And how have you been today, my love?" You smiled and let go of the half-finished rope to rest your arms over his. "Horribly lonely without you," you responded dramatically.

Neteyam chuckled in amusement at your theatrics and placed another kiss on your neck. He had been out in the sun all day, and you leaned back against him to enjoy his warmth. "I went hunting with your brother and a few others," you added. He hummed in interest and asked quietly, "Who brought back the most?" "I did," you stated smugly. He hummed again softly and mumbled, "Of course you did."

You turned your head to get a better look at his face. His eyes were closed, and he had a gentle smile on his lips. "Are you tired?" You asked, noting his sleepy expression. His little smile grew just a bit wider as he opened his eyes to look at you again. "A little," he admitted, "but I don't want to sleep. I just want to spend time with you."

You smiled as he kissed your neck again. Turning around, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and moved to sit on his lap. His hands rested on your thighs as he gazed up at you lovingly. “You are so clingy,” you told him as you rested your forehead against his.

He chuckled and replied, “Yes, I am.” You rolled your eyes at him, but he tilted his head up to meet your lips, and you couldn’t help but melt into him. There was no urgency to your movements. His hands lazily moved up from your thighs to wrap around your torso while you exchanged slow, drawn-out kisses.

You cherished these moments, the few minutes you had to be alone together with no expectations or obligations. Some days, you would both spend time with his family or your family, sometimes with friends, but you both preferred the privacy of your own space to relax for a while before attending to any more work that needed to be done.

Outside, you heard the sounds of others slowly grow louder and busier, indicating that the collective resting time was nearing its end. You felt a jab of disappointment having only spent a few minutes with Neteyam, and soon, you would be expected to go out and continue your day until Eclipse.

Neteyam could sense what you were thinking, and he broke apart from your mouth for a moment. “We don’t have to go out yet,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against yours. “I know,” you whispered, “but we can’t stay in here forever.” He huffed a small sigh and pressed another gentle kiss to your lips. “Just a few more minutes,” he told you.

You hummed thoughtfully for a second as he proceeded to kiss you again. “Okay,” you conceded with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.”

***

The day Mo'at died, the whole clan grieved. Being tsahik meant that she had been the mother of the clan, the bridge between Eywa and the people. She had passed in the early morning, which allowed time for the Sullys to mourn together and prepare her body for the burial.

In the late evening light, the clan was gathered around the hollowed out roots of the tree where Mo'at's body now rested. Leaves and pedals were scattered over her as you all stood with a single woodsprite in hand. It was tradition that the closest relatives of the deceased lower their sprite first.

First, Neytiri stepped forward, her face contorted in grief as she fought back her tears and placed her woodsprite on her mother. After her, Jake placed his own sprite down into the grave, and when he stepped back, Neteyam let go of your hand to release his sprite as well. His face was poised and composed as he stepped back to take your hand again.

When the rest of his siblings had lowered their woodsprites, you were next. You gave Neteyam's hand a quick squeeze before stepping forward to lower the spirit in your hand to rest onto Mo'at's body. As you moved back to stand next to him, the rest of the clan came forward to follow suit.

The funeral rites moved quickly, and after the sun had receded behind the planet in the sky, you found yourself back in your private tent alone with Neteyam. There was a heavy silence that had settled over the two of you. Neteyam was sitting cross legged on the floor staring absently at nothing in particular. You had brought a small platter of food back to share in private rather than with the rest of the clan as you usually did.

"You should eat," you told him gently, placing the platter down in front of him. Neteyam didn't even look down at the food, he just shook his head and replied quietly, "I am not hungry." You watched him carefully for a moment, felling conflicted on whether or not you should push for him to eat.

You raised a hand to hold his cheek and carefully turned his face to look at you. His eyes met yours, and you could see the exhaustion that weighed on him. All day, he had been perfectly composed in front of the whole clan, but now, he had dropped the act and was finally displaying the grief he was feeling. It broke your heart.

"I know this is hard, Neteyam," you said softly, "but you need to eat, just a little bit." He seemed to study your face for a moment, and a tiny, sad smile pulled at his lips for just a second before he squeezed his eyes shut and took an unsteady breath. When he opened them again, his eyes were shining with tears, and he brought a hand up to wrap around your wrist. "I don't know what I would do without you," he whispered finally.

His words made your chest ache, and your eyes were immediately filled with tears. "Don't think about that," you told him as you pulled him into a hug. "I am here now." He buried his head in your neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. It wasn't long before his breathing became unsteady and his shoulders began to shake.

You wished with your whole heart that you could save him from this pain. You felt completely powerless to help him. Mo'at had been old, yes, and it came as no surprise to anyone that she had passed, but no amount of time or preparation could save one from the suffocating effects of grief. Of course, you also mourned for Mo'at as well, but for you, she was the tsahik, a leader. For Neteyam, she was a grandmother, his family. Your own grief was nothing compared to his.

You continued holding Neteyam as he wept quietly into your collarbone, and you cried with him. Neteyam so rarely displayed this level of vulnerability with anyone, but you were his safe space, the one who knew everything about him. There was no one in the world he trusted more, and he loved you with his entire being.

You weren't sure of how long you stayed there like that before your tears ran dry and Neteyam's breathing steadied. Your hand rubbed up and down his back slowly in an effort to soothe him. There was a delicate silence that had settled over you both, and neither one of you wanted to break it.

After a time, you asked softly, "Do you want to go to sleep?" Neteyam didn't respond for a moment, but then, he whispered, "Can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?" You nodded and placed a light kiss on his shoulder.

"We can stay like this forever."

[liannelara-dracula]

Can you make a part 2 prompt about the Sakamaki " What their family is like, like the household and number of kids." And i love your work

Hi Love,

Sure! I included everyone else I didn't in the other post here. And thank you! I know this was originally for scarfical bride prompt but sense the Mukami one was done in a different setting, this one will be just like it. If you want the dark setting just send in the request.

-Liannelara

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Diaboys Household and Kids Hcs

Shu:

Family + Background:

Marriage isn't the biggest thing to him but it will come around eventually.

He seems like he'd take things slow but because he's real into you, he speeds into things.

So it might be faster than you'd expect.

I don't think anyone has ever seen him get this way so everyone would become very aware of this change in behavior.

He if he comes to the point of being "in love" then he'd decided to move away from his brothers and family because he doesn't want them involved.

He finds it best to have them be seperate.

However, with the influence of woman that he loves he may be inclined to take responsibility and take care of Vampire Kingdom.

So he may infact have you move into the demon world which puts himself at a distance with his brothers.

But more than likely, given that he is rather selfish its more practical that he'd leave such a tolling responsibility on someone like his brother Reiji to take care of.

Shu would take the job of being a politician like his father did in the human world as an image in order to blend in society.

its quite easy is all is handed down to you.

He'd be quiet lousy tho and make his familiars do everything.

Never tells his kids anything about his family.

Number of kids:

Two kids, one boy, one girl. And believe me, it is enough for him.

Probably only a year or two apart.

I think the kids really made him get his act together and not be an apathetic teen.

I mean already to care for someone truly he isn't going to be his lazy self because has something to look forward to which is something he's been stripped from for the longest time.

I think children would change him if the woman he has them with is someone he cares for.

Household:

There isn't much to say.

When he met you and had kids, he became more active, moved out, and started a life with you.

He moved to somewhere relaxing away from everything, and you two have a girl and boy, so you have a perfect family.

Sometimes you have to nudge him to not be freaking lazy.

He is a lazy father, but surprisingly he does things, but only cause he cares.

Loves talking to his kids about their interests and how they have a lot of opportunity and time to be free of responsibility.

He's mostly carefree and leaves the work of disciplining them to you.

"I'm too tired, you can be Reiji."

"Shu!"

Reiji:

Family + Background:

Would be the first to move away from his brothers.

For a while, you stayed with him, but after a while, you both thought about living away from his family, given everything.

He'd mainly leave if they posed as a threat, which realistically, they do.

And given he wants the best for his lady, he'd move away in a heartbeat. which

In fact, in one of the games, he moved out and picked a house for him and Yui to live in because he wanted to "start a life with her."

And you could imagine he obviously proposed first because he's very old fashioned.

It was one night you both had come home from a ball and removed your jewelry in front of your mirror.

He came up behind you planting kisses on your shoulder and up your neck, all the once while you were distracted he slipped a ring on your finger and spoke in a low voice, "Marry me, Y/n."

"Reiji?"

"Say that you'll be my bride." He'd whisper, kissing you on the lips.

I will hint at the fact that there were times where he did tease you about getting married.

"I don't understand what you're asking me."

"Woman, I am asking you to be my bride, is it not obvious?"

"Are you being serious?"

"Silly girl, do you think I'd ask you like this? I needed you to stop crying this was the only way . . . full discourse, I would have asked much differently, my dear." He grinned, amused by your reaction.

"You shouldn't mess with me like that!" You scoffed.

"Oh no? You're quite charming when confused."

Number of kids:

You two had a wonderful little girl, and boy, the boy came first. And Reiji wouldn't be opposed to another child. Preferably another daughter.

Which is probably along the way or in his plans, knowing him.

After three I would say he is quite complete.

Reiji sometimes hints at a another child being a possibility for the two of you.

"There's always been room for another, my dear."

"Are you saying we should have another?"

"Perhaps." He'd smirk.

Household:

The most sophisticated and elegant family.

Anyone would deem you all as greatly intelligent and stunning.

Seriously, this is a family filled with good looks, so you are both well known for your children's success and strong resemblance to you both.

With Reiji, you both decided to have a place of your own and start a family, which is exactly what happened.

You two moved far away from his brothers and bought an elegant home.

Reiji planned out what street he'd want to live on, the house in particular, and if it had a special aspect of the interior which you once brought up. He'd make sure the house would have that view or courtyard you had mentioned, or that wide window you loved looking out of.

But that is something you love about him; he plans for things he cares for.

He is great at helping you with the kids, and you leave educating, and cooking to him because you know how he feels about it.

Although you try to help, he will argue with you sometimes, mostly about harmless things.

But when it comes to disciplining your kids, it can be a war of disagreement, especially because he lets his daughter get away with things, and he is harder on his son.

So this requires you to intervene all the time.

Though it is cute to see older Reiji and little Reiji argue.

But it's even cuter to see them work together.

Laito:

Family + Background:

Didn't give making a family so much of a thought. It was not on his agenda.

So he didn't think about moving out or anything.

The only thing that changed him about it was you both having a child unexpectedly.

At first, it seemed surreal, but the more he saw his stomach grow in the process, he started to think about it and soon realized it wasn't a dream.

It was very real, and he needed to be ready.

He was involved; he just didn't know what all of it was going to be/look like.

So it took some time, but he was interested and was happy to be a father because he actually loved this woman.

Although even if he had kids with a bride, he would enthusiastic about it because I think he is fascinated by it, but he later loses interest as well.

But because he is attached to his partner, it is much different. He is quite moved and is eager to see the child.

If he is worried about his father or someone else being a threat, he'll move away.

But knowing Laito, he will probably just stay with his family since there technically is enough room. But he does leave that decision up to you.

Number of kids:

He'd have two twin girls and then another little girl. So three little girls.

I don't think he really wanted a boy because he's had enough boys in the family.

Plus, I think it may have to do with trauma reasons that he doesn't want to have a son.

I also think he'd have a stronger attachment to a daughter then he would a son.

I'm so betting that the girls all have ginger hair, or that each one looks like him or one of his full blood-related brothers because genes work in mysterious ways, you know.

Plus, I think that would be interesting to see

Household:

A fun family with a chaotic bunch of three girlies.

It can be a handful since they are very close in age.

But you two make the most of it.

In terms of living in the human or demon world, he'd probably live in the human world just cause his father is usually in the demon world.

Kanato:

Family + Background:

This wasn't easy, and it was definitely unexpected.

Although, with someone he loves, he'd put everything aside and be soft with you.

This is actually something he really likes.

It would definitely move away as soon as the child was born.

He'd take no chances and have you live with his family.

After all no one paid much attention to him in the first place why should he stay?

He'd leave in heartbeat and travel around with you to find the perfect home for just the two of you, which would soon be the three of you.

He mostly made the plans because he liked surprising you.

Number of kids:

You'd have just one. He couldn't imagine putting you through that again.

As much he loved seeing you go through your pregnancy, he didn't want you to go through all the pain that comes with labor.

It would be a baby girl, for sure. Seeing him be gentle with a daughter would be so adorable.

especially because he'd sew her dresses.

Household:

A quiet and small family, but its all the two of you could ask for.

It means a lot to both of you to watch your daughter grow.

He wants the best for both of the women he loves in his life.

Is quite protective of you both and makes sure his family is not included in one single conversation.

Ayato:

Family + Background:

He hasn't figured out anything.

And he was a nervous wreck at first

Now he just kinda chills around.

Never really knows what the next plan is.

It would take his brothers to get him to think about it.

He'd also need your input on this to figure it all out.

eventually he'd come to the idea where you both would stay at the mansion. That is until too many kids came into the second picture.

Number of kids:

About three to four (mostly boys), with the second kid, his brothers told him he needed to get it together and move out lol.

so he did, because the fam was just getting too big he needed his own place with you and after some searching and planning you got it to work and moved out.

Although he does visit his bros still.

Household:

It's chaotic, especially if he is taking care of the kids.

He has a lot to learn, but he is fun.

He gets them into sports and is a kid himself.

You constantly call to make sure nothing crazy happens.

Subaru:

Family + Background:

You both would find your own place and definitely wouldn't stay with his brothers.

He'd want to be away from his family.

It's mostly cause he doesn't really like them.

And he wants it to be far from them.

And honestly just isolated from people.

Number of kids:

You had your own place by this point so it wasn't a big deal.

He'd probably really only want one at the most. (a girl)

He doesn't want a big family, I mean he can hardly see himself being a good father to one, let alone many.

Household:

It's quiet and small, but it's a good thing.

You both are able to raise your kid calmly if you have one.

you rely on each other, and that's about it.

Kino:

Family + Background:

Similar to Ayato, he would definitely not be sure of what he wants to do. He probably just does whatever you want to do since he doesn't really care.

Is more of a go-with-the-flow type, and kinda handles stuff last minute.

You are probably doing most of the thinking.

He didn't even think about family or getting his own place with you; he's just not focused on it.

Number of kids:

one because he counts as another kid.

It is boy for sure because he needed a buddy to keep himself busy and not to always bug you, lol.

He is so chaotic and teaches his son so many pranks and its just messed up.

Household:

Its a mess, you constantly have to worry about both of them.

Its a like a second kid and you just get so annoyed at Kino sometimes.

But he does keep the kid busy and learns a lot.

He gets better with more experience but he's also just all over the place.

One thing he got his kid into is gaming for sure.

Carla:

Family + Background:

He told you to stay in the castle with him and his brother since it is big and there is plenty of room.

He does think about if you will have kids, after he's married you.

Carla asked you to stay with him and build a life with him.

"I want to be the reason I stay, Y/n. Be with me."

this man

He has many plans, some to which he shares, others of which he is still unsure of.

It was quite peaceful for a while, though.

Number of kids:

Once you had kids, probably one boy or two girls.

Though he wants an heir, he definitely would love to have a daughter.

He'd have so much planned for his kids, and he was happy to have them with you.

It's probably the happiest he's ever been.

Household:

You are still at the mansion since there is plenty of room.

A lovely and quiet family but also classy.

Your children have both of your looks.

The boy would be like Carla's twin.

The girls would have some key features of his.

Spoils his kids for sure.

He is also proud of his family and you as his wife.

And he protects his family from anything.

Shin:

Family + Background:

He didn't plan too much in the beginning.

After marrying, he planned much more about the family he wanted and how he wanted to spend his life with you.

It's something he has thought of for a long time.

Number of kids:

You thought you were going to have two boys and that was it but you ended up with four instead.

It’s entirely his fault he said you wouldn’t get pregnant anymore.

But those wolf genes you know they seem to be prominent

If you were upset about being pregnant he’d find it a little cute. “This is ridiculous I don’t want another child. You said I wouldn’t be able to have another child.”

“What’s the matter, love. I thought you liked having children?” He’d ask amused.

“I love them—Omg you did this on purpose! Last month—“

He’d smirk, “in forest, yes.”

“I cannot believe you. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie to you, love. I said having more children might be rare because most in my family don’t have more than two.”

“I thought we agreed on not having more.”

“What can I say, I was curious to know.”

“Shin!”

“Oh c’mon, love, you where enjoying yourself, why should I have stopped.”

“Shut up!”

Household:

A full house, granted there are six of you so it is exhausting to keep up.

And Shin's son's are a total handful.

He does keep them busy and intertained.

You tell him not use powers until they are old enough though.

It takes a while for Shin to get used to it but he is fond of his kids.

I mean he's always wanted to procreate so I guess you could say his wish came true.

He loves that he has built a family with you and like his brother is going to protect it.

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Boys Be Brave [EP.3] // Translation notes

Alright, I got prompted by @turndon100-blog @okiedokie2216 @lurkingshan and the ending of Ep.3 gave me hype boost so I'll try to write some clarification and translation for the scenes from my phone while I still remember everything xD Sorry if this is not going to be as well formatted as my other language posts tho...

Kiseob wants to prove to Jinwoo that he perfectly fits his entire "My ideal type" checklist and he lists all the things he nails. This might've been confusing to many in subs, but the thing is - 첫눈 (chot nun) in Korean can both mean "first sight" and "first snow". So Jinwoo immediately argues that Kiseob failed to achieve being perfect in all to-do points because Jinwoo hasn't fallen in love with him at first sight (as he mentions it in the beginning of the episode). But Kiseob confidently argues that no, there was no first snow this winter yet and shows the December article that says first snow is late this year and might only fall in January.

So technically Jinwoo can still fall in love with Kiseob at first snow and achieve perfect 10/10, therefore no failure yet! Poor Jinwoo can't argue with that logic... (That frustrated little jiggly stomping lmao)

This message also said that he better pay that credit back until Friday, otherwise there will be extra fee.

He said "Choi BalgEum. Look at me" (or focus on me) 🥺

눈치 없어 (nunchi opseo) is a phrase that literally means "have no sense" (it also was formed from 눈 - eyes, as I can guess), but it's used in the context of being perceptive (눈치 있어/nunchi isseo, having sense), feeling the subtext or nonverbal clues - and, well, the lack of it on the opposite, like being clueless.

So Balgeum actually means "Can't you see? Don't you understand the implications?"(of him holding Kiseob's hand) "I asked, don't you realize?" Stop following me around like a clueless fool" (he said that "having no sense" phrase 3 times in a row, who are you trying to fool here yourself, my guy lol)

Balgeum also curses twice at his piano not-friend-situationship. Here he says after asking to stop following him: "It's fucking embarrassing". Probably, the fact that he keeps showing up and asking to talk to him, but can also mean doing this while he obviously "has a boyfriend".

When they meet in evening, he also curses again "why the fuck do you keep appearing?" Balgeum is just definitely trying to hurt him as much as possible :(

This translation works but just to clarify - Kiseob says "Why do you often hide?". So he doesn't just ask why Jinwoo were still hiding under bed while he was talking to him, he was asking why Jinwoo was running away and hiding from him all the time (while he likes him).

"I hated you back then and I hate you now, that's why I run away."

And I just love the phrase 아니잖아... (anijanha) that he gets in response. Because it means "That's not true... (and you know it too)". There's literally a grammar point in Korean that lets you insist on something you know that the other person also should be aware of. So Balgeum angrily claims he ran away in the past and he runs away now because he hates Inho (I hope that's his name, forgive me if anything), and Inho counter argues that no, he doesn't hate him. And implies they both know it. That's why Balgeum resorts to less angry "Think whatever you want".

And the fact that even after this, Balgeum kept playing up his masquarade and saying he wants to vomit even thinking about that they had something, that he regrets it every day - no wonder Inho finally snaps and calls him an asshole/scum when he didn't use cursing before, unlike Balgeum, and so the i-dont-wanna-hurt-you-but-i-am-emotional "fight" begins.

But here we have a silver lining!

"- Meet me only three times... - I got it (what you want), so... (let go of me)"

알겠다 (al'getta) literally means "I know/I understand" but (going with my intuition) it's used naturally in cases that you understood the information you were given, received instructions and will follow them.

I'm not sure what Ep.4 will bring, but I won't be surprised if Balgeum and Inho actually will go to 3 dates because Balgeum sounded like he was giving in, after letting out his anger/fear/frustration/etc through wrestling with Inho. His final verdict for Inho pleading him to go on 3 dates with him is: "Let me go. I told you, I understand (your request and I will consider it most likely in a positive way)"

Here you go! These guys grow on me more and more with every episode. I am fascinated to see Jinwoo ditching his perfectly planned schedule, Kiseob finally refusing to follow where other people drag him, Inho fighting to make his love exist despite brutal rejections and punches, and Balgeum's carefully crafted defense walls breaking as he lets a glimmer of hope and love return to his life.

This show isn't deep at all, it's foolish and yet I'm starting to see layers and development and I'm intrigued where they all will go.

If you've got any other questions about this or previous episodes, let me know! (With timecodes preferrable)

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HIIIIIIIII Te! Again, congrats on 150, you 1200% deserve it! So....a prompt I was thinking abt was like...an interaction of sorts between Donald and James, maybe involving some of the stuff we discussed abt them? (does not have to be shippy tho). Or whatever you'd like, involving an interaction between the two : 3 Thanks,

Kenora

AHHHH thank you so, so much, Kenora!! <3 Donald and James are such an interesting duo, hehehe. I'm happy to write them interacting!!

This is another one that ended up feeling like a CGI-era episode, hahahaha. I did my best with Donald's accent, so please forgive me if it's weird!

(Have an idea for a prompt or want to see what I've written? Take a look here!)

Donald couldn't restrain himself from rolling his eyes as James dazzled his way into Knapford station, whistling his greeting loud enough to get the attention of the trains, the dames, and probably even the planes. After all, while he hadn't been on Sodor long, he had learned that James wouldn't know subtlety if the word had been circled in the dictionary and the book thrown at his head.

That said, there was work to be done, and Donald was not about to let James' grand entrance distract him from his job. Even though his and his brother's safety were now a sure thing, that didn't mean that he could slack off; if anything, now was the best time to prove his usefulness and show Sir Topham that he'd made a good decision. Thus, he decided to simply ignore the bright red eyesore and instead focus on his own work, which today involved putting together a train of goods bound for Vicarstown.

However, James would never let an opportunity to show off go unrecognized. "Ohhhhhh, Donald!" he called, smugness practically radiating from every rivet. "Take a look! I am pulling an enthusiast's train today!"

Donald blinked, then sighed, quickly coming to the understanding that the sooner he indulged James' vanity, the sooner this conversation would be over and he could get back to his job. "Oh, yes! Look at ye! Soooooo important 'n splendid!"

James frowned in response; the sarcasm in Donald's voice was laid on so thickly that one could spread it on toast, but he decided to take it in stride. "That's right! I'm glad you noticed."

Behind him, James' coaches were currently being tended to. "Oh, my wheels are so wobbly!" complained Janice, one of the coaches accompanying James on this particular outing. "I think that I may need maintenance."

"Hm... alright," agreed the stationmaster. "We want these passengers to have a comfortable ride, so let's get you switched out for a relief coach. Donald!" he called over the din of the station, and Donald perked up, awaiting instructions. "Could you please fetch Abigail from the yard? She should be in good condition, and Janice here needs to rest."

Donald internally sighed; another distraction was not particularly welcome, but it wouldn't take him long to find the coach and sort this out. He chuffed away, looking around for Abigail, while on the platform, James could only huff, eyes darting around and lips pulled down into a frown. "What's happening? Why are we waiting around?"

"I don't know, old boy," his driver frowned. "Let me go check." The driver hopped out of the cab, heading over to the stationmaster and attendants, who were trying to get the enthusiasts out of the coach. After a moment of discussion, James' driver returned with the news. "They're switching out one of the coaches. We'll just need to hold tight."

"Urghhhh..." James groaned, clearly displeased by this turn of events but in no place to protest. Thankfully, Donald soon returned, gently pushing Abigail up to the station. With a minimum of fuss, Janice was uncoupled from the train and Abigail pushed forward. In a rush, all of the enthusiasts quickly headed for the coach, practically pushing each other over in their mad dash to board.

Unfortunately, this meant that in the passengers' haste to board and with the stationmaster and the other railway staff concerned with their safety, nobody noticed that Abigail was not actually coupled up to James' train.

The guard blew her whistle and got onto Abigail, and James, with a loud "FINALLY!" gave a quick peep peep! and began to pull away. However, the issue very soon presented itself.

"STOP!" Abigail called.

"WAIT!" Donald cried.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" the enthusiasts wailed.

"Donald!" the stationmaster called, urgently running over to where the No. 9 still waited by the platform. "Could you please push this coach to the next station? I'll explain the situation to Sir Topham. Please help us out!"

"Oughhhh," Donald fretted, his gaze falling to his buffers as his driver patted his cabside.

"Alright, laddie. Right now, we're gon' haveta run a push-pull service, but wit' only th' push! We're not gon' leave these people waitin', are we?"

"...No. No, we're not." With a deep breath, Donald set his jaw as his hesitation disappeared like steam in the wind. He quickly coupled up to Abigail, and with a whistle from the stationmaster and the cheering and hollering of the thrilled enthusiasts, he was off, chasing after James.

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James had made good time in getting to Crosby, his smile wide and his soul soaring. His good mood improved even more as he caught sight of Gordon, who was currently getting a drink from the water tower.

"Hello, Gordon!" James called, whistling out a cheerful greeting to grab the other's attention as he came to a stop. "I'm bringing the enthusiast's train today!"

"So I see, little James," Gordon drawled, "although only two coaches of passengers is hardly a... notable special, wouldn't you say?"

"...Two?" With dawning horror, James concentrated and realized that, in fact, he did only have two coaches traveling along behind him.

"Hold here, James!" called the Crosby stationmaster, coming out of his office and waving his arm to get the engine and crew's attention. "You forgot a coach back at Knapford. It's being--"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I FORGOT A COACH?!" James screeched, causing the stationmaster to cross his arms across his chest, his face now sporting a rather impressive scowl.

"It's exactly as I've said, you silly engine. The stationmaster at Knapford called to say that your third coach wasn't secured properly, and it was left behind. Donald is bringing your last coachful of passengers."

"He's... he's pulling part of MY train?!"

"Pulling, no!" came a tired voice, and behind James came the sound of Donald's weary puffing, having pushed Abigail as fast as he (safely) could from where they'd started at Knapford. The roar of excited enthusiasts filled the air, all of them thrilled to have had such a unique experience. As Abigail was finally brought forward and coupled up, the enthusiasts filed out of the coach, thanking Donald profusely.

"Hahahaha!" Gordon's laughter suddenly filled the air as he looked on, causing James to blush in embarrassment. "Well well, little James!" he bellowed, a wide grin splitting his face. "Look at you, with your oh-so-important enthusiast's train! Aren't you lucky that Donald brought the rest of it for you!"

"Aw, shut yer trap, Gordon!" Donald snarled, eyes flicking over to the large blue engine. If he had hackles, they'd most certainly have been raised. "James can be full o' himself, but he's a hard worker, and this wasn't his fault! So take yer 'constructive criti'ism,' an' SHOVE IT!"

Gordon's amusement had quickly morphed into shock at being addressed so roughly, eyes wide and mouth agape. "Well! I have better things to do than stand around and be insulted. Farewell, you two. Enjoy your train."

With that, Gordon puffed off, leaving only Donald and James at the platform. James worried his lip, seeming like he wanted to say something, when suddenly, the guard's whistle sounded and the flag was raised. At hearing the familiar sound, the red engine could only sigh and shoot an uncertain glance in Donald's general direction before resuming his run, even the peep of his whistle sounding not quite as robust as before.

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Fortunately, Henry had managed to get Donald's goods train to Vicarstown in the end, and now, with the sun setting behind him and the yard cast in a golden light, the Caledonian was preparing another train to bring over to Kirk Ronan as his last job for the day. Just as he was assembling the consist, the peep of a familiar whistle—albeit one that was shockingly modest, given whose it was—caught his attention, and he looked over to see James puffing into the yard, a surprisingly pensive expression on the mogul's face.

"Donald, could we... could we talk?"

The No. 9 blinked once, then twice, before his eyes slid over to the assembly of trucks and tankers. "Alright, but first I have to put this train together..."

"Ah... right." There was an awkward pause as James considered, but then his gaze returned to meet Donald's, eyes determined. "I'm done with my work, so tell me what to do."

Once again, Donald found himself too surprised for words, but after a bit of effort, he managed to communicate his instructions, and they both got to work organizing the evening's train.

With two engines of their caliber on the job, the trucks and tankers were organized in no time. Once the last truck was in place, Donald backed down onto the consist, with James settling himself onto the track beside him. "Alright, James," Donald began, giving the red engine a small smile. "Thanks fer yer help. What can I do ya fer?"

There was a pause, and then in a small voice, James began to speak. "I... wanted to thank you for speaking up for me earlier. It was nice of you to do that."

Donald quirked an eyebrow, somewhat surprised at the comment. "'Twasn't 'bout bein' nice, James. Gordon was outta line, n' I meant what I said 'bout ye bein' a hard worker. I wasn't doin' it ta make ye feel better; I said it 'cause it's true."

It was now James' turn to look at him with surprise. "O-oh. Well, erm, still. Thank you."

There was another pause, and then Donald spoke up again. "Why d'ya let 'im treat ye like that, anyway? Like he's so much better than ye?"

James' eyes fell to his buffers, biting slightly at his lip. "I... I just want him to like me, I guess. He's one of my oldest friends, you know?"

At this, Donald blinked several times in disbelief, and before he knew it, the words came rumbling out. "Ah cannae believe I'm sayin' this, but ye should be more confident! Gordon doesn't respect ye as a friend if he's treatin' ye like yer below 'im. Yer not! N' ye shouldn't act like ye are either. Ye ken be a real pain in th' tender, but ye do have yer moments ah bein' truly splendid too, n' ye shouldn't let 'im look down on ye like that."

James simply stood there, eyes wide and jaw hanging open, absolutely gobsmacked. For a moment, Donald couldn't help but worry that he'd gone too far, but then, James finally managed to find his words. "I... I don't think anyone's ever been quite so... blunt with me before. I mean, I feel like I should be angry, but as strange as it sounds, I'm not. I..."

James' eyes drifted back up to meet Donald's, a complicated expression crossing his face. "...Thanks for being honest with me, I suppose."

"Eh," Donald hummed, "Ah'm not the type t' pretend n' say pretty words ah dun' mean. That's what ah think a' ye, so do wit' that whatcha will. But maybe ye should try t' be more honest wit' both yerself an' others; ye'll probably be better off fer it."

So saying, the No. 9 began to pull away, his consist in tow. "Thanks again fer the help! See ye 'round!" With that, Donald headed off with his train, the last rays of the sun streaking across the sky, and James, upon returning to the sheds, had much to mull over that night.

As it happened, when word got around the railway the very next day that James had stood up to Gordon, leaving the big engine speechless for once, it was Donald who was the least surprised—and laughing the loudest at the news.

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Congratulations on your follower milestone!

Can I request Theo and the prompt "If you solve this I'll buy you lunch" prompt?

Thank you!

Thank you!! 🥰 I didn't expect getting here, but I am glad to celebrate with you!

Ikemen Vampire - Theo x Reader

Words: 3,577

Summary: The biggest proof Theo could give of trusting you were right about Vincent's safety when you tried reassuring his worries. But proving him you were right and could be trusted was a great responsibility, and the architect of such mystery wasn't making it easy for you? Or was her? And was this needed proof the only secret you were about to uncover?

Tags: Some Canon Divergence, Fluff, a bit of Romance at the end, Getting Together, First Kiss

Request from my 100 Followers Celebration. Prompts for it were from @anyfandomfluffbingo

Not planned as a birthday fic for Theo, but posted just in time for it so: Happy Birthday Theo!

(it was in fact planned to be paired with Vincent's birthday fic - and I finished neither in time - so the fic timeline is off for Theo's own birthday)

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It wasn’t often that you had the opportunity to just sit in the dining room and enjoy a peaceful breakfast.

You always had an early, and sometimes rushed, breakfast, either before helping Sebastian serve breakfast as the other residents woke up or, most often, because Theo was in a hurry to leave for work, to which he often took you along.

Maybe you would take advantage of the beautiful day, find a nice spot in the garden, and finally read the books Vincent’s girlfriend left with you.

Or maybe you would head to town, do some window shopping, and stop by the cafe you had been meaning to visit for a while now. And maybe you could bring one of the books along. It was from Comte’s library, but he wouldn’t mind, would he? As long as you were careful with it.

But a dark cloud thundered on the horizon, threatening to rain over your sunny mood.

The name of that cloud was Theo, and by the thundering footsteps, loud enough even on the carpeted floor, his mood was as dark as the rain clouds, and with Vincent having gone out and Arthur busy writing, the problems that soured his mood would certainly rain over you.

And you had a good idea of what these problems were. The woman who had shown up about a week before, and whom Vincent introduced as his girlfriend. Apparently, they had been dating for a while, but it had been the first time Theo had ever heard of his brother having a girlfriend, and he immediately distrusted her.

Of course, he didn’t dare complain in front of Vincent. Not after his first few warnings were shut down. So it was you who had been subjected to his angry outburst the first time, until you calmed him enough to remind him that if Vincent had really fallen in love, that was a good thing.

Besides, although you had not dared say so to him then, you really thought Theo was exaggerating and being too quick to judge. Maybe because, for overprotective Theo, nobody was good enough for his brother, and anyone who dared try was targeting him because Vincent was an innocent angel that could see no evil in anyone.

You thought Vincent was more than capable of discerning bad intentions. He just chose to trust people. And his girlfriend was a little suspicious, yes, but whatever she was hiding seemed to be personal. Maybe something about her past or family, but not anything that would pose a danger to Vincent. You had yet to find a way to prove it to Theo, though.

And now you were likely in for another round of playing therapist.

Maybe listening to the same signs as you, Sebastian stepped out of the kitchen almost at the same time as Theo stormed in.

“You are quite late, Master Theodorus. I will have your breakfast ready in a moment.”

The only acknowledgement Tho gave Sebastian was a short grunt. You weren’t given even that as he roughly pulled the chair next to yours away from the table, and sat down, making the wood creak.

Finally opening the other hand that had been balled into a fist the whole time, Theo tried to roughly smother the crumpled piece of paper over the table.

By the way Theo glared at the paper as if he could set it on fire if he stared hard enough. It seemed to be the source of his foul mood, but when you peered at it, all you saw were lines.

Was it a sketch? A rough draft of an abstract painting? The lines were delicate and full of small curves and details, but they didn’t seem to form a definite shape. Or maybe you just weren’t looking at it the right way.

Theo looked equally stumped by its form or meaning. But maybe it just wasn’t finished. Why was he so determined to figure it out and so angry that he couldn’t?

You leaned over the table and closer to him, greeting in a loud, cheerful tone.

“Good morning, Theo!”

“Do you have to be so loud first thing in the morning, Hondje?” Theo groaned, rubbing his temple.

“Sorry, but you should rest if you’re not feeling well. Stressing will only make it worse.”

“Why shouldn’t I stress when Vincent didn’t come home yesterday? And I found this in his room, with my name written on the back, but that’s not Vincent’s handwriting. This must be a map to where she took him.”

You didn’t even need to ask who was “she”. There was only one person he would be so suspicious of, although you were also used to Theo being very rational. You forgot that, when it came to Vincent, Theo was a different person.

“So you think Vincent was kidnapped?”

“Why else would he just disappear without saying anything, or at least leave a note?”

“They left this. I think they just went out on a date. I mean, it’s Vincent’s birthday. Isn’t it normal to want to take your boyfriend on a date on his birthday? Maybe his girlfriend just signed the wrong paper by accident.”

In fact, you knew Vincent had gone on a date. You caught him leaving, and he made you promise not to tell Theo. But it wasn’t a problem if Vincent was already at his destination and Theo thought it was just your guess, right?

“Someday all that trust will get you into trouble.” Theo sighed. You were about to protest when he added in a softer tone. “Maybe I should really put a leash on you to keep you out of it.”

You used to complain about those kinds of comments, even if you knew Theo was joking, which led you to bicker a lot in the early days. But you knew how to read between the lines by now. And not only was he telling you that he cared enough that he wanted to keep you safe, but also, by the way anger seemed to slowly leave him, that he trusted you.

Could you be more in love with that man?

At first, you thought he was insufferably rude but, as he dragged you around to work, you started to see his inner kindness hidden by his harsh manners, as well as his passion for art and his loyalty to the people he loved. Only to start naming the things you discovered to love about him.

And he was handsome, to boot. While the house was full of pretty guys, you had to admit that, by looks alone, Theo was the one who caught your attention the most.

Theo had slowly made his way into your heart, and by now, he had taken permanent roots there. Yet, you were uncertain if he could feel the same way about you. At best, you wanted to believe the two of you had become friends.

And you would enjoy what you had while it lasted. You had to go back to your own time pretty soon, anyway. You just wanted to believe you could make Theo’s life a little better until then.

“Hondje!” Theo called loudly, and heat quickly rose up to your face as you realized you had been staring while lost in thought.

“Sorry. What did you say?”

“That little hondjes who don’t pay attention to their masters get punished.” He gave you one of his usual devious grins, and all you could think about was that he must have gotten back to his usual self, which was great.

“It wasn’t that!” You protested.

“I said that, even if you’re right about the date, this paper still holds some sort of secret. Vincent wouldn’t just leave without saying anything. And since you are so sure of yourself, then you should solve it. You two seem very close. ”

The paper was almost shoved in your hand as Sebastian set a plate piled high with pancakes in front of Theo, besides a big bottle of syrup and a glass of Rouge.

You cast a tense glance at Sebastian, your accomplice in Vincent’s little escapade, but the amused glint in his eyes informed you he had been listening and he was not going to be of any help.

As happy as it made you to know Theo trusted you enough to feel like Vincent was safe when you said so, you had no idea what these bunch little lines had to do with anything, and you didn’t think you could extract any answers from them.

“Theo, I…”

But you were shut off by a forkful of pancake drenched in syrup being shoved in your mouth.

“Do I have to keep that mouth of yours full for you to stop barking, Hondje?” He asked in an amused tone before using that same fork to feed himself, making your cheeks feel even hotter. “But fine. I won’t leave you without a treat. If you solve this, I will buy you lunch. If you do so before lunch, that is.”

Now that was a tempting offer. Going out for lunch with Theo sounded almost like a date. He’d taken you to eat out before, but it was always because he thought you were hungry or deserved a reward after work. You had never gone out exclusively for this.

You knew that was not how Theo meant it, but you could dream for a while, right? It would be a nice taste of what could have been. A precious memory to carry back when this place became nothing but a sweet dream.

“You know, it would be so much easier to figure something out if you hadn’t crumpled it this much.” You grumbled, trying to smother the paper.

Why did he ever think you could solve this, anyway? In fact, it was most likely that, now that he wasn’t worried anymore, he wanted to enjoy his pancakes in peace.

Should you leave and study this somewhere else? No. You would enjoy the company unless he told you to leave.

Your second impression of the mysterious paper, now that you could examine it up close, was the same as the first. The lines were too well done to not have a purpose, but at the same time were made of random patterns and didn’t seem to create anything discernible.

But not all art was straightforward, so you refused to let that be your final verdict.

You ran to your room to grab some supplies. You used a pencil to ‘color’ the areas between lines to get a better view of what you were dealing with. It made the picture look like some sort of pattern, which was some advance, and also served to highlight the form of the lines, making them look even more suspicious. Who drew patterns with such random lines?

The most telling result, though, was that it highlighted a few weirdly blank spots that looked like small arrows, indicating some form of direction around the pattern. At first you thought these were just flaws from the paper being all crumpled, but there were too many and all of them had roughly the same shape and were always close to the line.

Casting a side glance at Theo, you realized he had taken this time as his turn to stare at you, with a mix of amusement and… was it pride, in his gaze and smile? But as soon as you tried to get a better look, he turned back to his pancakes as if nothing had happened.

Now using the magnifying glass Theo had gifted you to take a closer look was a different story.

Whoever drew that knew what they were doing and wanted to complicate the life of whoever tried to decipher its mysteries.

It was easier to identify individual patterns like this and where they were repeated. They looked almost like letters now. It looked somewhat familiar, but wasn’t any language you knew.

That was too hard. Why would the person who left this for Theo - you were basically agreeing with him that it had been Vincent’s girlfriend - wouldn’t have left some sort of clue for him?

You closed your eyes and let out a small sigh, and Theo turned back to you.

“Giving up already, Hondje?”

“No. It’s just difficult. At least you were right. There is some sort of message here. I just need to find some context to start.”

What did you know about your new friend?

Nothing much, to be honest. You bonded through books. That was all it was.

Then something clicked in your mind. Books! What if the clue wasn’t left with Theo, because she expected for someone else to solve it for him? That person was you, and the writing looked familiar because it was in the books she left with you.

Running back to your room one last time, you quickly sought the books, finding similar writing on the first few introductory pages of the first one. Pages you had looked through just yesterday.

You hadn’t thought much of it at first because everything surrounding this house was strange and mysterious. These were books from the future, but it wouldn’t be the first time one such book made its way into Comte’s library. It currently housed all of Dazai’s books, who technically wasn’t even born yet, and Leonardo had told you they just showed up one day. The only difference was that the author of these wasn’t one of the residents. But who could prove there weren’t more books like these in the library? Maybe Leonardo, if you asked him, otherwise, you doubted anyone could know the full contents of a library that size without some sort of catalog.

But now that you thought about it, she had said something that had given you pause when you received the books. Something about you already having formed an opinion on reading it or not. As if she knew you had seen these particular books before.

You did read it before, in your time, and knew where to find answers.

You picked a new paper and, using the arrows to figure the order it was written in, started to translate it.

Curiously, it was written in English, adapted around some parts that didn’t translate well, which made it difficult to guess some words, but you were confident in your accuracy, given the context of the words you were sure of.

“I thought you had given up and ran away, hoping I wouldn’t catch you.” Theo spoke, leaning against the doorframe.

“Why do you sound like you wanted that to happen?” He smiled and so did you. “But I actually solved it. And it’s definitely not a ransom note.”

“What does it say, then?”

You weren’t sure you wanted a part in this game between Vincent’s girlfriend and Theo. Was it better to let him read it on his own?

“Spit it out, Hondje.”

Whatever. Not like the resulting translation was your fault, and Theo would understand that. So you took a deep breath and read it aloud.

The note basically complained about Theo’s obsession with Vincent, as it informed him that, because of it, she had decided to sneak out so they could go on a trip together. It didn’t explain why the cryptic message, but it informed she had left a more normal note. Theo just found this one first and got too focused on it.

To you, it sounded like she wanted him to find this note and give him a little of trouble, as some sort of revenge prank for the way he was acting.

And she had handed you the books with the solution, making you the only one who could solve the mystery. As if she knew, or at least hoped, Theo would go to you for help. As if she wanted to force him to.

Did she realize your feelings for Theo and wanted you two to interact more? Or was she just trying to push Theo towards the closest woman so she could have more time with Vincent without overprotective Theo getting in the way?

No. You knew little of her, but she wouldn’t just push people together without thinking there was some sort of relationship there. But it could be because you and Theo were friends, and she knew Arthur was too busy.

Theo swore in Dutch, from which you only understood the word cat, which you had no doubt he considered an insult, given his relationship with felines. The rest sounded awfully familiar, though, and although you didn't know the specific meanings, you knew they weren't exactly friendly words.

“She better not think that will get her off the hook. That’s why I don’t trust her.”

“Do you want to know what her secret is?” This little mystery had also given you a few clues for an entirely different answer, in a way that it felt like she wanted you to realize it. So there was no problem to share it, right? “Would that make you feel better?” You asked, before he could launch into a tirade of complaints about the girl. “I found something quite interesting during this game.”

“I don’t think it will help, but what is it?”

“I will tell you after lunch.” You couldn’t help grinning at him and adding: “If you behave.”

Instead of complaining, Theo grinned back, and stepped closer until he stood right before where you sat, forcing you to look up to see him, your eyes slowly trailing over his body. He was always such a great view from any angle, but there was something quite teasing and tempting from this point.

“Aren’t you cheeky today? What if I make you tell me right now?”

You gulped, your heart thundering in your ears with the way he looked down at you.

But the spell was quickly broken as Theo stepped back, his smile softening, and patted your head.

“If you wanted me to take you on a walk after lunch, you could have asked. You have been quite useful today. I will let you have it your way for now.”

Behind Theo’s typically weird phrasing, it sounded more and more like a date. Like he meant it as one, even though you knew there was no way.

“Don’t give me hope, Theo.” You thought, trying to keep your delusions to a minimum, enough so you wouldn’t give up your way home. Even though your recent discoveries were threatening to do so already.

Theo stepped back and pulled you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close.

“Are you doubting my intentions, Hondje? Do you think I would take just anyone out like this? That I would trust just anyone when it came to Vincent? I am only interested in owning one other dog besides King. So be a good girl and stay.”

Before you could say anything in response, Theo’s lips were upon yours, his other hand moving to the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair, as he kissed you with such urgency that it made your head spin. And you returned it with the same passion, a hand also tangling in his hair, the other around his neck, your hold on each other the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

Even at his best, Theo was powerful and relentless like a storm. One you were more than glad to be swept into the eye of. Even when he pulled away, on the brink of drowning you in his passion, the storm didn’t quiet. And you didn’t want it to. Now that you had his attention, you refused to let go of him.

But Theo released you and stepped back. You sighed, struggling to calm the storm that had overtaken you. The smile he gave you was softer that you had ever seen, and as your eyes met his, he reached out and tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, but he pulled away almost immediately, a glint in his eyes you had never seen either, but that lacked the softness of his now faltering smile.

“I’m not going anywhere.” you finally replied. “As long as you’ll let me stay with you.”

“Good.” Theo turned away from you. “Now let’s take you out for lunch before I get hungry and decide to devour you instead. I’ll met you by the gate in fifteen minutes.”

As Theo left, you let your body collapse back on the bed. What an exciting day it had been. And you hadn’t gone through half of it yet.

So that was the start of his bloodlust threatening to take over that you noticed and that made him practically run away. An unnecessary proof of his attraction to you. Theo hadn’t really said he loved you, but his actions spoke it loud and clear, because Theo would never kiss someone like that without being serious about it.

You couldn’t believe it. After all the time you spent fretting over whether it was worth facing rejection or leaving without telling him of your feelings, that he returned your love.

And you couldn’t believe it took some external push for you to get to this point. You would have to do something to thank her later. But for now, you had less than fifteen minutes to get ready for your date, and you wanted it to be as perfect as possible.

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[spngirlpolls]

Would you consider Bobby a bad father? (I mean for the record imo even tho he's textual understood to be a father Figure I never get the sense that the boys are his responsibility even in the time when he would want that do he's like. An uncle at best. But yeah I'm rlly curious how u think Bobby fits into that bad dad paradigm

good question, long post sorry.

yeah the show loved to retcon how involved bobby was in the winchester childhood. s1 they're like "he's the only hunter we know and he babysat sometimes" and by his death in s7 bobby's like "i raised them!" i think he acts as a father figure/mentor in their adult lives but questionably so in their actual childhoods, i think we conflate fanon/canon there a lot.

regardless, i think the show's overall argument for bobby is he is a rare "good" father exception because he has broken the cycle of abuse. his father was abusive, bobby actively chose not to have kids as to avoid perpetuating the cycle.

bobby acts as an anti-john, someone who lived through a similar tragedy and chose a different path. john pushes people away, acts alone, which ultimately puts people in danger (harvelles, his own kids, etc) while bobby uses what he's learn to build a community: he's running the phone scams, he's operating a backwoods occult library, he's checking in on people.

(there's other misc messy character things like ghost bobby, bobby being in hell?? etc but overall the idea is that he's the glue of the community)

so yes, the show posits he is supposed to be a good father. i think there's some wonky advice/character stuff but within the supernatural mythos bobby is what passes for a good father, perchance the best example of "fatherhood". or maybe more accurately, bobby is the only character that is even capable of potentially being a good father bc he has broken the cycle of abuse, regardless of how good is parenting actually is. john (and sam and dean and all the other bad fathers) are incapable of being good fathers (in the rules of the supernatural writer's room) because they literally never break the holding pattern of abuse in their tragic fucked up lives. that's the crux of the supernatural story IMO, whether that's morally right/wrong or even interesting, that's the question the story is structured around for all 15 seasons: am i my father am i my father am i my father.

(as an aside) notably, when bobby dies, the winchesters don't take up the mantle of being pillars of the community. they don't run the phones or make sure ppl come back from hunts. they totally abandon that part of bobby's legacy, the most important part of his character, his literal life's work. garth is the one that carries that torch. salmondean never really make themselves part of the community, even though it would make sense for sam to be doing that while dean is in purgatory. they live in monster hunters HQ and they don't share those books or tools or anything with ANYONE. at no point does any grief or trauma sam and dean endure prompt them to cultivate community, which is very john, which is repeating the cycle.

[hey-there-hunter]

I've seen many posts about people missing how common asks used to be so I have been trying to send about an ask a week. Now I send this ask first anytime I follow someone as I really don't want to bother anyone, so I'd love to know if you enjoy receiving asks and if so what kind of asks. Not having energy for asks or being comfortable with them is perfectly okay.

The categories I have in my ask notebook that I file under are in colour. Please feel free to make your response as long as you want or private (the asker cannot directly respond to private responses).

Self, Job/Work: please let me know what you are comfortable with from eh idk just ask it to nothing personal at all.

Baggishield/Tolkien, Dragon Age, Johnlock/Sherlock, ineffable spouses, other fandom: Please let me know what fandoms. I think my main fandoms and ships are Bagginshield/The Hobbit, Sherlock/Johnlock, Dragon Age Inquisition, {Pippin/Faramir Merry/Eowyn}/The Lord of the Rings and I dip my toes in a few that I currently can't remember but ships I don't engage with the canon of at all are: Good Omens but only for Crowley/Azirapheal, Stranger Things but only for Steve/Eddie , The Witcher but only for Geralt/Jaskier.

OC's, art/drawing, their writing, blog specific only

Story snippets ideas and prompts: Do you like receiving them?

Pets: I'd love to know all about them

Garden and Hobbies: What type of gardening and/or hobbies?

Like being tagged in things: If so what kinds of things?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer.

Hello love! I love answering asks, miss the years when they were popular

Im okay with personal questions about myself or my job, if something makes me feel uncomfortable i would simply not answer that.

I am mostly in LOTR/Hobbit fandoms,fav ships from them are Bagginshield and gigolas. I am also in ofmd, merlin, good omens, i dip my toes in the witcher still but eh the show was kind of destroyed for me tho i still love talking about it! My fav ship is geraskier but also geralt/jaskier/eskel and my fav boy in general is eskel. I never watched stranger things after s1 but i sure shipp steve/eddie

I rarely draw ocs, i have a few but keep forgetting to draw them or have zero ideas

I love prompts tho ngl i rarely have the time for them tho i usually screenshot them for the later time when i do have it

I have a dog! Lovely bastard named Korek (or cork in english, like the wine cork cause he is the same shade and just so jumpy)

I keep an indoor garden in my room! I have around 40 pots in my room alone, a right jungle. My plants take more space in my room than I do! I also knit and personalise my clothes (is that the word for it? Sorry english isn’t my first language and i taught it myself through gay fanfiction 😂 )

I do like being tagged! In any games or posts you think i might enjoy tho there is a chance i will forget to make them cause adhd sure is there

Thanks for sending this!!

[foreststarflaime]

Greetings I am Star o/ (or Forest, or Foreststar) I am just here to have fun and scream into the ether about the stuff I like. Sometimes I may go a bit without posting anything tho bc words do not always work for me

Also I like dragons, swords, stars, pretty much anything fantasy and nature, etc. I adore stories of any kind! I’m studying classics and linguistics so I talk a lot about that, and my favorite hobby is swinging swords at my friends (HEMA—historical european martial arts, I mainly do longsword)

Tags for my stuff for organization:

Star’s Dragon Sanctuary now open! Feel free to ask us about any of your dragon-related needs or curiosities! (tag won’t link check featured)

Star rambles — my stuff, me yapping

Star essays — the long essay analysis posts I sometimes do — star gushes for the more poetic ones — star scenarios for au/shitpost type stuff — headcanons

My writing — stuff I write, mostly fanfics but there’s some original stuff in there too — Ao3

My photography — I’ve been getting more into that recently! Mostly nature stuff and ruins. Sideblog for it: @nostosphotography

My ocs — I don’t post about em much here but I have many! Feel free to ask about them. In particular there is Foreststar

I also have a ff7 dragons au now!

Ask game prompts — love doing these, as well as any other tag game stuff! Ask game for responses and asks for general asks in case I accidentally buried yours in reblogs

Other tag stuff under the cut

Middle earth — tolkien stuff, my first and eternal hyperfixation

Loki — any version of him really. But my fav is the Agent of Asgard version from marvel comics. I will never shut up about Loki I love him whenever he appears in anything

Ff7 — final fantasy 7

Armory — hehehe pictures of various weapons but mainly swords :) used to be just under swords so you can also look there

Dragons — I am and always have been obsessed

Stars — this and the two above it are my 3 favorite things ever

Classics — greek and roman stuff

Linguistics — cool language stuff

Random stuff — stuff I couldn’t otherwise categorize

Nature — cool pictures

Castles — I use this tag very loosely, should probably change it to architecture but eh

Dw — doctor who

Mi — mission impossible

Technoblade, philza minecraft

Pokemon

Gf — gravity falls

Stray gods

Hades — the game

Flight rising — dragons :) my favorite

Nimona — this movie healed my soul

Epic — the musical

Hlvrai — half life vr but the ai is self aware, by wayneradiotv

Bg3 — Baldur’s Gate 3

Genloss — generation loss (same stuff, changed the tag)

Tiny glade — my stuff under #my glades

Merlin — the bbc show

Fma — fullmetal alchemist (brotherhood ofc)

Pb — the princess bride

Rdr — red dead redemption

Uu — unstable universe/unstable smp

Lifesteal — lifesteal smp

Totg — twilight of the gods

Es — elder scrolls, mainly skyrim

Wtnv — welcome to night vale

Mp100 — mob psycho 100

Tdp — the dragon prince

Temeraire

Frozen, Tangled (esp the series), Mulan, etc

Pnf — phineas and ferb

Sky cotl — children of the light, gorgeous mobile game

Wtnv — welcome to night vale

Poto — phantom of the opera

Parkour civ (formerly tagged as Parkour civilization) — what the hell why am I here why is this stupid series so good wtf

Pvp civ — pvp civilization

Aaa — agatha all along

gomens — good omens (NOT neil gaiman)

Sanders sides

Gw — the gilded wolves (currently reading)

Mtp — moriarty the patriot (currently watching)

Genloss — Generation Loss

Jrwi — mainly riptide

Wicked

Gladiator

Trsmp — the realm smp

Kww — ken wato wifies collab and related stuff

Sanders sides

I probably did not catch all of these. More will come as I think of them unless I get lazy

[6okuto-moved]

NIA OMFG SO ABT THE DATING APP POST U MADE (replies could not handle the novel I am about to impose on you)

the way I am so in love with iwa but he’s the epitome of not my irl type 😭 gym bros and their bland responses to hinge prompts scare me and I feel that he would have the exact profile you were talking abt. his redeeming quality would be like. a dog.

SAME WITH ATSUMU AND IT PAINS ME. PHYSICALLY PAINS ME BC THAT IS MY HUSBAND.

Bokuto would be the exception to the gym bro thing bc he is also a himbo and it shows (in the best way possible) and no one can resist that.

half of hq would not be my type irl and the other half that would be?? I’d be too scared to try to match cause they’re. gorgeous??????? Hello???

HOWEVER Akashi’s profile would totally be like cafe date vibes, libraries and very just. CALMING AND NICE AND I’D DO THE SAME AS YOU. The only thing is I think his prompt responses (I’m on hinge so this is the only dating app format ik) wouldn’t really give you tooooo much to work with but it’s ok no one can be perfect.

I think kuroo’s would be like super bf material tho. Like the kind of profile that you’re certain gets a lot of interaction and makes you wonder if he’s even active on the app anymore LOL. also gives good responses, he’s just slightly dorky but it’s so endearing and it adds to the appeal of his profile.

I think suna’s would be super chill with like humorous undertones and I’d probably end up trying to match with him bc of that. he gives gooddddd responses that are genuinely fun and non repetitive. he’s also not dry if you end up matching.

yk what no I’m giving atsumu a chance here. his prompt responses are. interesting to say the least. dry. he comes across a bit cocky. but his pictures don’t if that makes sense??? like he comes off as a genuinely sweet guy in his photos and videos. maybe I’m just too soft for him and I’m projecting, this is embarrassing.

I wanna add something abt oikawa but I genuinely cannot think of anything other than his photos would be insanely aesthetic and pretty. responses need a bit of work and his opening lines come off a bit strong but. it’s okay. he’s perfect and can do no wrong imo 🤷🏻‍♀️

ANYWAY SORRY I JUST GOT EXCITED AND WANTED TO SHARE. YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO THE SMAU, I WOULD EAT THAT UP!!!!!

HAIII REV!! EXACTLY. exactly. i'm sorry but not even a dog is enough for me i'm like Omg little dog and then don't match I'm sorry hajime.. Bokuto... my cutie pie naoooo 😭😭 i'd like to hope he'd answer the prompts cutely/in a funny way but i still wouldn't think we'd match well and skip him... BUT!!!! I think if they replied to one of my prompts i'd reply...?! < girl who Never Ever matches first Ever. like there's a photo where their smile looks very cutesie and i'm like Why not!

Akaashi. 🙂teehee. my favoritism i'm sorry everybody. he doesn't really have photos of himself so he has to ask friends for some and there's like one photo that's dimly lit where he's smiling with fluffy hair that would make my jaw drop and tears form in my eyes i'd want him so bad. one of his prompt answers would be like. a joke about how tired he is with all the work he has. something kind of basic But i love him so it's ok. for me specifically i mention my dislike for HTTYD 3 and i think he'd reply and be like wait you're so right can u explain more or something like that and I would Start Crying tears Of Joy PLEAASELEAASE PLEAPSAPPSLEPLEPA

omg kuroo. i understand. i actually first had the idea he looks kind of dorky (/affectionate) but he has a couple good photos and a meme and it's like Oh he's so real for that. also he's totaallyyy somebody who does an audio prompt 😭 it's something fawking stupid /Affectionate and i'd show my irls and we'd be like wait he's kinda cute while we laugh BJSHFBJSD there's also a group photo somewhere on there ! and maybe a video where you can hear him cackling! silly guy...

suna would have a stupid ass block text meme somewhere on his profile LOLLL there's a photo where he's in his room in the dark but i can also imagine he has one with good lighting outside that's one of the few he has... he Would be funny! he's all lowercase until u say something that gets him to laugh and he goes LMFAOOOOO WAIT and it's like Yes I got a good grade in Hinge. BFJSHBJSB

ATSUMU! totally has a pic where he's showing off his muscles or spiking But also wait he looks kind of cute and dorky in this other photo and also his prompt responses are funny this is crazy? I UNDERSTAND!!! maybe it could be like... he's not someone you'd swipe on initially but he sees Your profile and tries to switch it up to cater to you before replying to one of your prompts LOL. and maybe there's a pic of him helping samu make onigiri or just... something kind of domestic that makes u go oh alright he's nice?!

HMM OIKAWA.... also a volleyball pic somewhere. maybe with a medal or trophy of his LOL. but he can take good selfies Unfortunately smhhh /j so you're like aw fuck... i think i'd be like oh you're out of my league or Not my type but if that kind of guy replies to one of your prompts...Would you not be a little curious to see how that convo goes. he's good looking enough that he could just like people's first pic and move on but You're special and Funny and he's Curious okay!!!

THANK U!!! HTANKYEWWW I LOVE THINKING AND TALKING AND SHARING AND HEARING IDEAS IT'S SO FUNSIES NEVER APOLOGIZE 2 ME! i have So many smau series ideas bouncing around in my head i've never tried but if i ever do this one...U will b the first 2 know.

[codename-adler]

I LOVE BABY GIRL, GOOD LUCK. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO WRITE IT SOON. WE'RE IN RENISON DROUGHT!!

but per your Kevin suggestions..... u choose! both Start of Time and The Language of Boys sound awesome!

so sorries for the late late response! as an apology, why don't i answer both? (who am i kidding, this is totally a treat for me. i need to yappa yappa yap away to procrastinate finishing my fic for daylight savings...)

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: Start of Time

Literally: Andrew bathing Kevin. a bath AU. that's all.

this was supposed to be my 2nd fic for the Daylight Savings Fic Fest, a self-prompt, but alas my claimed prompt took way more time and brain juices than anticipated, so i had to cancel it for the time being. the idea is very much still alive tho!

i went through frankly impressive mental gymnastics to figure out a credible (to me) way to put these bad boys in that specific situation.

the summary i gave @dayurno (and subsequently forgot):

Andrew gives Kevin a bath. It's like the reverse put-it-in-rice-if-it's-broken. Andrew says 'dunk it in water to make it better' and you know what? it works. All kidding aside, something traumatic happens to Kevin that makes him dissociate, and Andrew takes it upon himself to take care of him while he makes his way back to reality. might turn NSFW, we'll see.

the vibe it brings to the function:

non-sexual intimacy, body worship, non-sexual aftercare

angst, hurt/comfort, PTSD

getting together / non-established relationship (Kandrew)

baptism imagery? rebirth imagery?

a very Carrie moment

a very Vesper Lynd/James Bond in Casino Royale moment

touch-starved Kevin Day

vulnerable Kevin Day

soft Andrew Minyard

soft Kandrew

Andreil/Kandreil left unsaid & up to interpretation; only Kandrew centric

post-canon

Andrew Minyard Saves the Day

starring special guest Jean Moreau

song: Start of Time by Gabrielle Aplin

in more details: because of the way the Championships finale ended, and because Kevin and the Foxes can never get a goddamn break, the victory ceremony is held weeks later, and Riko's funeral is scheduled the day right after. When Kevin and Jean are forced to go, they get attacked by angry Ravens fan after they bury the casket. While Jean manages to get Kevin safely back to the hotel, he cannot get him safely out of his troubled mind. That's Andrew's job. Hopefully some good will come of this.

lord knows how long i've obsessed over the idea of Andrew bathing Kevin. i truly do not know why.

Adler's WiPs ~ Project: The Language of Boys

pairing(s): Kandreil getting together, Kandrew centric, established Andreil

vague summary: While in the Pros, Andrew is injured during a game. Because all three men are on different teams, nobody is there for him when it happens; however, Kevin is closest to where the match is happening, so he is the one designated to keep vigil at Andrew's hospital bedside. Feelings ensue and are revealed, until Neil arrives at last and things are well again, times three.

key scene: Kevin being the one Andrew wakes up to and loving it

featuring: Andrew & Allison 'friendship' - the most important phone calls - body language and the importance of even the smallest gestures - vulnerable Andrew & protective Kevin - lots and lots of staring - there was only one (hospital) bed - worship and reverence

inspo: The Language of Girls by Ramin Djawadi, from the HotD soundtrack

consider these 2 the mirror of each other, i guess! i just really, really need soft and vulnerable Kandrew in my life.

[that-onecookiehead]

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about the baker ੈ♡˳

— I'm Cookie, a little silly cookiehead that just so happens to be on this side of the universe, nothing too crazy (i hope) — uhhh i write stuff! fanfic, poetry, random shenanigans that really don't make any sense, you name it. and I also draw very limited things like blob people and snails. actually i think that's all i draw. umm. yeah. you won't see any of that here tho. probably. and i got into animating stuff... but i can't really draw... idk how that's going. i dont even know if its going at all. welp. — asks and such are always open (please... i know it might not look like it sometimes but I like talking to people..... trust........) unless indicated otherwise :> psst... my carrd is linked here... and my ao3 is here...

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— i will post stuff about writing, pay a regular cat tax (who do you think i am?? ofc I will), and also just speak words and hopefully make sense. you get the gist.

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'as the world caves in' — this 6k dump of pure high fantasy worldbuilding that i managed to wrangle into a Ranchers fic somehow. might also write a textbook idk yet the Worldcrosser Saga — an interactive fiction that I'm working on coding; involves original story and characters and it's super cool I promise

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fandoms i am in: - hermitcraft (the only pov i'm consistent with is Tango lol) + the life series - sdv (i have expanded :3 was going to marry olivia but... lance..... im so sorry olivia my queen i will come back for you in the next save) - jjk - alnst (hyuna my queen!!! <33333)

other things i can totally ramble about if prompted: - music - horror manga (i love kouishou radio!!!!!!! the lineart is so crispy i could eat it like chips) - cod mw2 and 3 (but like the newer versions?? idk how cod works i just put on the no commentary playthroughs while studying during those 2-3 months before exam season last year and now i know the lore) - hi3 (first played like 7 years ago man but i dropped it some time ago? i still know lore tho... most of it... like can you imagine being there before they revamped the first three chapters?? and before HoV came out???? crazy) - cooking webtoons/manga that either involve an isekai or a video game (yes, super specific I know, there's very few of these and I'm faiiiirly sure I've read all the video game ones, idk abt isekai yet lmao we're getting through those)

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the menu ✧.*

aka the tag guide lol #choco chip cookie — any important posts I have! right now it's just the intro, but there may be more in the future and I can't pin more than one post at a time :> #butter croissant — me talking about random stuff I guess? o.o idk #caramel chocolate tiramisu — announcements of fics that I have posted or updated #sponge cake biscuit — any little excerpts I want to share, or just something related to writing in general? things like writing tips/prompts will go here too! #cat loaf — the cat tax lol #cookie crumbs — responses to asks that people send (if any, lol)

ok that's it!!! ty for reading this far you get a free cookie on the house 🍪 (also sorry i looooove using parentheses but i tried to like organize everything so it's not just a huuuuuuge wall of text lol)

[dvilsdesire]

MUN MONDAY: GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: You can call me Owl, or Sam. :) Whatever you prefer.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: He/Him

MUSE(S) NAME: Haarlep, Raphael.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: I'm fine with either IM's or Discord. Time zones are a bit shit for me since I live in Australia, but I'll catch you when I can. I tend to chat in IM before I add people to discord tho.

EXPERIENCE: I've been Rping way over a decade now. On tumblr? Since... 2012, I think? But waaay before then, back in probably 2007 or something. I've Rped on multiple platforms.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I greatly prefer para/novella. I like delving into a character's mind and thought process. I know I write a LOT of inner monologue for my muses as well, I actually STRUGGLE with short replies, so when someone gives me a single para or line... it's really difficult for me to match that short length, but it's also something that I don't really vibe with. I greatly prefer longer replies. I want to delve into characters and see how they react, I want to learn all of those little things about your muses as well. I'm a sucker for character development. I'm also a fan of the nitty gritty.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: One line responses. Please, for the love of god... give me something to work with. It's a quick way for me to show disinterest and likely not really reach out to write with unless it's something that I am REALLY enjoying for small snippets. But please, I greatly prefer longer replies. Short ones also make me feel like you're just not interested in what my characters have to say :/ Please read my rules, whilst I know we can't remember EVERYONE'S rules (seriously, I forget as well!), it is obvious when people don't. If my muse is a muse of power or something, then please treat them as such. If your muse ends up wanting to attack or something, and they are of a lower class... then they won't win. It's just that simple. Respect the power of certain muses.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I like both and am fine with both. Whilst I LOVE plotting and getting to know muses and getting an idea of where we can go, I also understand that sometimes our brains are just too tired from real life and memes can be something simpler and quicker. I think both of them are very good for very different reasons, which I'm fine with both. By all means, memes are EXCELLENT ice breakers imo, and then we can always plot something once we've established a little starter. :)

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: Long, lol. As covered in my previous responses.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I get a lot more done when I'm writing in the mornings. Obviously due to work, I am tired in the evenings, so I get very little done (Haarlep has certainly reawakened my muse tho I'm shocked at how much I've been writing on my work nights lol). I mostly write on days I have to myself.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Haarlep? Absolutely not. Haarlep caught me by utter surprise when it came to being a muse of mine. I saw him once, had a little laugh, and suddenly he wouldn't leave my mind, and then I just... had the persistent urge to write them. I'm very happy that he did come to me, though, as he's really been helpful in making me come back to RP on a more regular basis and I've had such a good time exploring him. But no, we're absolutely nothing alike. Haarlep is an incubus, and I'm asexual as fuck lol. If anything, and don't take this the wrong way because it's probably going to sound BAD lol, but I have more in common with Raphael than I do with Haarlep X'D and that's... saying something, since I am not an evil devil hahaha. The only thing I think I could say about me and Haarlep being similar is the fact that I can mask like a beast in public. (: Even then, that's entirely different to what Haarlep is doing, I'm just masking because I'm autistic and people have expectations of me in society lol, Haarlep is masking because he's trying to seduce and eat someone hahaha.

As for Raphael, I have a DEEP structure and routine like Raphael does. I need things to be in order and control or I will absolutely have a meltdown (and nobody wants that). Raphael reminds me of myself when I was younger. I was an angry person, I was possessive, and had an explosive temper. I feel like I understand Raphael on a deeper level because of those things, the disappointment of parents who should have been better etc. Obviously, as I have gotten older, I have become wiser and more chill, but Raphael definitely reminds me of a younger, angrier me, lol. Also, he likes reading and I hc he likes music (I, too, love to sing... I just suck at it LOL). Also, Raphael writing his own little fanfictions? I guess that counts XD

Tagged by: Repost from prev blog

[trixie-troubleby]

I saw you wanted prompts so here i am.

I've envisioned them as Sportarobbie but ofc you're free to change that if you wanna (i chose these bc i had some cute ideas for these two options too and i wanna tell you but i won't rn to not influence you too much, i will probably once i reblog your writing tho)

Kinda angsty option: 6. "You can't die. Please don't die."

More random option: 87. "Hey! I was gonna eat that!"

maybe I’ll do the second one later sometime! For now enjoy some very minor angst! Thanks for the request!!

It was an accident. Robbie needed to stress that it was an accident. He hadn’t meant to– he would never mean to– He let out a series of swears as he rushed over to where the hero was laying unmoving, dropping his latest invention on the way. It wasn’t supposed to do this, this wasn’t supposed to–

He grabbed the hero’s wrist, which was somehow already cold. He tried to check for a pulse, but he was never very good at that sort of thing. “You can’t die.” He said, rolling his sleeves back and starting to press down on his chest. “Please don’t die.” He mumbled, keeping count of the beats in his head. “The kids will murder me–“ There wasn’t a response, but he kept going. “You can’t–“ There was still so much he wanted to do. So many plans to try, so many nicknames to give. “Please–“ His voice cracked. Some part of his mind thought this was embarrassing, the rest didn’t care.

He thought of all the time he’d spent with Sportacus. Every sly look or wink. The small nods and words the kids didn’t notice. The touches, rare and fleeting but treasured all the same. The exasperated smile. The way the hero said his name. All of it, overwhelming him. “You can’t die. I love you.” He paused beating on the man’s chest, only to move to his mouth. He opened the hero’s mouth with his hands, pressing his lips to Sportacus’ and blowing in air.

“Robbie?” Sportacus’ voice came from decidedly not where his body was.

Robbie jolted back from the limp body. He looked from the body to the standing Sportacus with a furrowed brow. “What the fuck?” He demanded, voice barely a squeak.

“It wasn’t real! It wasn’t real! I’m sorry! We’re sorry!” Pixel sprinted towards them, some of the other kids in tow. “The Sportacus was a hologram I’ve been working on.” He held up a remote, pressing a button and the hologram dissipated.

Robbie looked up to where the real Sportacus was standing, dumbfounded. Robbie’s face was burning. He felt like an idiot.

“We– we thought if you saw your schemes could be dangerous–“ Stephanie stumbled through her words.

“We thought you’d mess with us less! We didn’t realize–“ Trixie added.

“Kids. That was not an okay thing to do.” Sportacus said, crossing his arms over his chest. There was a gentle frown on his face, one that screamed ‘not mad just disappointed.’ Robbie almost felt bad for the kids. “You did not have my consent to have an image of me walking around. More than that, this was clearly very upsetting to Robbie. I know his pranks are not always fun, but he is not a bad man. And even if he was, it would not be okay to trick him into thinking he’d killed me.” Sportacus said.

Robbie swallowed. The kids’ eyes all turned to him, wide and apologetic and terrible. “I’m fine.” He mumbled, looking away from them. “Don’t worry about me.” He pushed himself up off the ground. Looking at the place on the concrete where moments before he’d been giving CPR to a hologram.

“Kids. I need to speak to Robbie alone for a bit.” Sportacus said. Some of the kids looked ready to argue, but a look from Sportacus told them how welcome that was. They scurried off, offering rushed apologies to Robbie.

Once they were all out of earshot, Sportacus walked over to Robbie, putting a steadying hand on his arm. “Are you alright?” He asked gently.

“That depends.” Robbie grimaced. “How much did you see?”

“I uh… saw and heard. Enough.” Sportacus said, hesitatingly, clenching and unclenching his fist.

“Right.” Robbie’s eyes flickered away from the fists. “Then in that case, I think I oughta go start packing.”

“Packing?” Sportacus asked, hand out in a flash, grabbing Robbie’s arm.

“No way in hell am I staying here when you’ve heard me make a complete fool of myself.” Robbie responded, looking down at the white knuckled grip on his arm. He shook the hand off his arm. Robbie started back towards his lair, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his shoulders in defense as he walked.

“Did you mean it?” Sportacus’ voice cut through the air with an enviable ease.

He didn’t have to respond. He shouldn’t have responded. He should’ve kept walking. He paused. “Did I mean what?” He asked, brow quirked as he glanced behind him.

“What you said?” Sportacus asked. “The last things you said.” He added. If Robbie didn’t know better, he would say that Sportacus looked nervous. “That you love me.” He cleared his throat.

”You uh– misheard me.” Robbie lied, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t say that.”

“I heard you.” A small smile on the hero’s face.

“No, you didn’t!” Robbie insisted, feeling his face flush.

“I think I did.” Sportacus had the audacity to laugh. Robbie decided he would kill him for real. This was just cruel and unusual and–

Sportacus kissed him. A gentle innocent pressing of lips. He pulled away after the shortest time, looking up to Robbie with a warm grin on his face. “Thank you for trying to save me.”

“You’re uh– welcome?” Robbie cleared his throat.

“Can I kiss you again, or did I really mishear you?” The hero wore a quirked brow and a smug smile.

Robbie narrowed his eyes. “Watch it. Next time I’ll let you die.” Sportacus laughed, leaning up to kiss him again.

[dvilsdesire-a]

MUN MONDAY: GETTING TO KNOW YOU

Respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better!

ROLEPLAYER NAME: You can call me Owl, or Sam. :) Whatever you prefer.

ROLEPLAYER PRONOUNS: He/Him

MUSE NAME: Haarlep.

PREFERRED COMMUNICATION: I'm fine with either IM's or Discord. Time zones are a bit shit for me since I live in Australia, but I'll catch you when I can.

EXPERIENCE: I've been Rping way over a decade now. On tumblr? Since... 2012, I think? But waaay before then, back in probably 2007 or something. I've Rped on multiple platforms.

PREFERRED ROLEPLAY TYPE: I greatly prefer para/novella. I like delving into a character's mind and thought process. I know I write a LOT of inner monologue for my muses as well, I actually STRUGGLE with short replies, so when someone gives me a single para or line... it's really difficult for me to match that short length, but it's also something that I don't really vibe with. I greatly prefer longer replies. I want to delve into characters and see how they react, I want to learn all of those little things about your muses as well. I'm a sucker for character development. I'm also a fan of the nitty gritty.

PET PEEVES & DEALBREAKERS: One line responses. Please, for the love of god... give me something to work with. It's a quick way for me to show disinterest and likely not really reach out to write with unless it's something that I am REALLY enjoying for small snippets. But please, I greatly prefer longer replies. Short ones also make me feel like you're just not interested in what my characters have to say :/ Please read my rules, whilst I know we can't remember EVERYONE'S rules (seriously, I forget as well!), it is obvious when people don't. If my muse is a muse of power or something, then please treat them as such. If your muse ends up wanting to attack or something, and they are of a lower class... then they won't win. It's just that simple. Respect the power of certain muses.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I like both and am fine with both. Whilst I LOVE plotting and getting to know muses and getting an idea of where we can go, I also understand that sometimes our brains are just too tired from real life and memes can be something simpler and quicker. I think both of them are very good for very different reasons, which I'm fine with both. By all means, memes are EXCELLENT ice breakers imo, and then we can always plot something once we've established a little starter. :)

LONG REPLIES OR SHORT REPLIES: Long, lol. As covered in my previous responses.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I get a lot more done when I'm writing in the mornings. Obviously due to work, I am tired in the evenings, so I get very little done (Haarlep has certainly reawakened my muse tho I'm shocked at how much I've been writing on my work nights lol). I mostly write on Fridays as it's the only day I have to myself, so I try and churn out as many replies as I can, but once it hits the afternoon, I'm pooped lol. So yeah, mornings are definitely best!

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: Haarlep? Absolutely not. Haarlep caught me by utter surprise when it came to being a muse of mine. I saw him once, had a little laugh, and suddenly he wouldn't leave my mind, and then I just... had the persistent urge to write them. I'm very happy that he did come to me, though, as he's really been helpful in making me come back to RP on a more regular basis and I've had such a good time exploring him. But no, we're absolutely nothing alike. Haarlep is an incubus, and I'm asexual as fuck lol. If anything, and don't take this the wrong way because it's probably going to sound BAD lol, but I have more in common with Raphael than I do with Haarlep X'D and that's... saying something, since I am not an evil devil hahaha. The only thing I think I could say about me and Haarlep being similar is the fact that I can mask like a beast in public. (: Even then, that's entirely different to what Haarlep is doing, I'm just masking because I'm austistic and people have expectations of me in society lol, Haarlep is masking because he's trying to seduce and eat someone hahaha.

Tagged by: @shimmerbeasts Tagging: @astralrogue @chaoticbard @dcwncametheclaw @galefcrce @azzagrazt and anyone else! Tag me so I can read :)

[sga-owns-my-soul]

You reblogged the kiss ask game again!

Okay. So, if you remember me this is probably gonna be predictable, but. If I may request it yet again, Michael/John

I don't mind what kind, but preferably something fluffy! I think it'd be a fun challenge to try to make something like that between them

ahh sorry for the delay! okay so i was going to go for fluffy but then i saw this prompt on the list and the idea kinda. got away from me 😅 i'm still really happy with it tho bc john and michael are honestly everything (it's kinda long hope you don't mind!)

30- A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

"We were wrong."

Michael isn't expecting to hear those words from anyone, much less the Lantean's who did this to him. He turned to glare at the Colonel- Sheppard.

"You finally figured that out? What, am I supposed to congratulate you?" Michael sneered.

"No. Just thought you'd want to know. Beckett isn't going to continue with the retrovirus work." He shrugged as he spoke, and Michael felt his anger grow at the staged nonchalance.

"Don't pretend for a second that you care about what I want, Colonel. You'll never give it to me anyways, so stop acting like you will." Michael snapped in response, glaring at Sheppard with all the anger he could.

"See, the thing is," he continued in that lazy drawl, and Michael hated him all the more for it, "we can't let you go because we can't trust you yet. But if we knew we could trust you, well, you would make a hell of an ally."

Michael laughed. "You can't trust me? You captured me, tortured me, experimented on me, and you think I should earn your trust? What is that saying your people have, go to hell?"

Sheppard took a few steps across the room, and Michael backed up instinctively. Sheppard raised his hands.

"Look, I get it. Trust me, I get it a lot more than you realize. I was the one who told Beckett to stop the research, alright? We were wrong, and we had no right to do that to you."

"And what possible incentive could you have had to do that? What, did Ronon threaten you?"

Sheppard huffed out a laugh, raising his hand to rub at the back of his neck. He seemed... nervous. "I know... I know what it's like, okay? To have the retrovirus forcibly change you like that. It's... It was torture, and that's what we did to you. What we were going to do again. And we need to be better than that."

Michael knew he should be angry, that he should lash out, but he was stuck on something Sheppard said.

"How do you know?"

Sheppard sighed, looking down for just a second before meeting Michael's eyes again. "Long story short, I got infected with an early version of it. It obviously didn't work as intended yet, so I... started changing into a bug. It was- it was awful, and terrible, and it's not something I would wish on my worst enemy. Literally."

Michael felt something start to burn inside him, a hunger he had never felt before.

"You were changed too?"

Sheppard held out his arm, running his finger over a round scar on his forearm. "A Wraith took the retrovirus before it was ready, messed her up badly. I got infected when she tried to feed on me, and it almost killed me. I don't- I don't want the same thing to happen to you."

Michael reached out his arm, his skin burning where his hand made contact with Sheppard's arm. He traced the scarred skin delicately, before slowly leaning down to kiss it. The skin was surprisingly soft, and the sharp breath in that Sheppard took when his lips made contact morphed into a low moan when his tongue darted out, circling the area around the scar.

"Michael," Sheppard groaned out, his voice heavy with want.

"I think you should give me something I want for once, John," Michael whispered against his skin, before leaning up and pulling Sheppard down to kiss him.