#i do want a few of them to show up in the game but only as corpses encased in amber like the classic fossils

[cosmosluckycharms]

Show☆Time

chip on your shoulder

Ever since the day you got your group back together, you've all gotten closer together.

You and Tsukasa matched each other's energy, with you both being loud and energetic, always screaming and yelling.

Rui and Nene (mostly Nene) canceled you both out with their quietness.

You and Nene were complete opposites in personality, which was silly considering how you both mellowed each other out.

Nene and Tsukasa would bicker a lot, which was funny to you!

You and Rui would really chaotic, due to you being energetic and him being mischievous.

You love your friends!

You guys would tell each other everything, from Rui telling you about how many times he's gotten kicked out of places, to Nene telling you how to beat levels in games you would play and get stuck on and ask Tim for help on only for him to ignore you to Tsukasa telling you all about why he joined theater.

One day you guys were at your stage, practicing.

You all had decided to take a break after a while of rehearsing.

You were sitting in between Nene, who was on your right, and Tsukasa, who was on your left, Rui standing in front of you guys, fixing a robot that had somehow exploded on its own while you guys were rehearsing.

You, nene, and Tsukasa were all taking a small break from you guys practicing for your next show.

Since you guys had first started, which was a few months ago, you guys have done a couple of shows. Around 10.

You would spend months practicing.Your days would consist of waking up, getting ready for the day, going to school, going back to the manor to eat quickly getting ready for rehearsal, coming back, practicing moves, going to sleep, and repeating.

You would spend hours practicing, hoping to put a smile on everyone's face and wishing your family would come.

You would put little invitations in their rooms and reminders on the family's calendar only to be met with empty seats every time.

You didn't understand.

You wanted to understand.

You pretended you understood.

You'd make every excuse under the sun for them.

Maybe they had an important meeting to get to?

Maybe their job wouldn't let them out?

Maybe they were busy?

Rui watched as you stared into a cup of water for a few minutes, obviously spaced out.

You've been spaced out most of the rehearsals lately, eerily locked in, yet somehow messing up a lot more.

Usually, you would spend a lot of rehearsal having fun and goofing around, but as of late, you had been super strict on yourself, not letting loose as much as you used to.It seemed everyone but you noticed somehow.

After a few minutes of silence, Rui finally spoke up."Y/N, why have you been so zoned out?" he kept tinkering with a tiny robot he had in his hands.

"Yeah, you've been so focused it's scary." Nene said, picking on her nails.

"Yeah, and you've also been messing up a lot more lately," Tsukasa spoke up, drinking from his water bottle which was full of stickers you placed on their overtime.

"What do you guys mean? I'm great!" you piped up, confused.

"Since we've started rehearsing this play, you've been hyperfocused. Maybe you should take a break?" Tsukasa asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"NO-NO! It's fine, I'm fine, I swear! It's just, that I really wanna be great for our next performance!" You looked up to look at Rui.

"What do you mean? You've been doing great, you just constantly look distracted." Nene says, now taking a bite of the cotton candy she was holding.

"I'm fine, great even! I'm just trying to be extra focused so when my family comes to see me, they'll be so super impressed!"

Tsukasa looks to you "Your family doesn't come to your shows either?"

"Not really, but I'm sure they're busy! I know they love me, I know they care, it's just that they're busy, I'm sure of it!"

Nene looked at you in pity.

It seemed to everyone but you that no one in your family cared enough to come.

You got up and stood on the stage.

"Well, cmon! Let's keep the practice going! The show is today! Let's do it ☆!"

You guys ended up finishing rehearsal and the show.

Your friends could see you kept glancing at the empty seats, it was like you were hoping that they'd appear at any given moment.

They could see how you kept messing up your lines and queues for your shows, nervous if they came and saw you.

It was time for an intervention from your friends.

Out of love, obviously.

They pulled you aside after the show.

They were all sitting at a table backstage, Nene patting the seat next to hers.

You sat down with them, and next to Nene.

Tsukasa spoke,"Y/N, Though it's hardly my business to say could it be the real thing in your way Is it the very family you've been trying to impress?"

You thought about it for a minute.

Huh.

You hadn't even noticed you starting to mess up a lot more, being too focused while also being spaced out somehow.

You started this all for them, and they still didn't care enough to show.

Strange.

"..Yes! I've been smiling and sweet and trying to prove myself to them, thoroughly beaten, blowing my chance!" You jumped up and grabbed Nenes hands

"I'm not gonna push them away, I'm gonna go ahead and forget them! For now at least♪"

You started marching toward the stage, moving like you meant it.

For the first time in ages, you let loose.

For the first time in ages, you had fun.

For the first time in ages, you stopped thinking of your family for a while.

As you started walking home you stared at the sunset.

usually you didn't like sunsets, it reminded you the day was coming to an end.

This time though, you were exhausted.

Not physically, or mentally.

All you wanted was to crawl into your momma or grandpa's arms and sleep.

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't wanna crawl into your father or brother's arms either.

As soon as you got to the manor, you saw everyone at the dinner table.

You could hear everyone laughing and talking about who knows what.

They didn't wait for you, they never did.

The conversations died out as soon as you got to the table.

You sat down and Alfred dropped off your food, which was already cold.

You didn't mind, you were trying to finish eating quickly so you could go practice by yourself.

You ate for a minute or two before realizing everyone was staring at you in confusion.

You looked up from your plate.

"What's going on?" You asked, stuffing another spoonful of the food in your mouth. You were starving.

You saw as Tim pointed to your outfit "What are you wearing?"

Oh yeah.

You had forgotten to take off your dramatic performer costume.

Compared to everyone else looking like dark vampires, you were colorful and bright like a walking talking disco ball.

You immediately jumped a bit in excitement, you were finally given the chance to talk about your life!

"Well I got this costume from my friend Mizuki, she made and designed it herself, isn't it amazing? It's so much better than the last one, the last one was itchy and uncomfortable, but anyways-" You started yapping about your performance not realizing your family lost interest as soon as you started talking.

As soon as you noticed (which took a while of talking) you shut up and finished your food.

Jason found it odd, you usually wouldn't go quiet like that.

As soon as he was about to ask, he saw you disappear into your room.

You changed out of your performer costume and into your training outfit, which was just some comfy clothes.

Sure, your performer costume was comfy, but you didn't wanna risk ripping it or ruining it!

You started walking to the gymnastics room, which was originally made for Dick but technically there were no restrictions on who could go in, so you regularly practiced in there.

You would spend hours practicing in there. From your spins to your flips, to just moves in general.

It was a great way to get your energy out and to tire yourself up before going to bed.

As you were midway through your routine, Dick walked in.

At first, he prepared to fight an intruder, usually no one but him came in to use the gymnastics room.

Then he saw you.

He never noticed how you would practice in this room.

And then he realized that's where all the F/C training items were coming from! He's been so confused, he never realized all the extra yoga and slippers were coming from!

You didn't notice him walking in, as you were in the middle of trying to do a double front dismount, a move on the balance beam.

You were struggling, and he could see that.

You were about to fall, and if it wasn't for him being there, you would've probably fallen.

"Woah there, birdie!" He caught you by the back of your shirt.

You tried not to flinch at the nickname, he'd never given you one.

You were used to him calling you your name or just acknowledging you without it.

It felt like sometimes he had forgotten what your name was. "Hi, Dick!" you exclaimed, hanging mid-air from him holding the back of your shirt.

He placed you on the ground. "What were you even trying to do?" He asked, he saw how you looked confused the whole time you were attempting the move.

"I was trying to do a double front dismount thingy! My friend Nene sent me a video and dared I couldn't do it ♫" You said, posing dramatically like you'd seen Tsukasa doing.

"No offense, but have you ever done anything that involved gymnastics or being flexible? The thing you're trying to do is a pretty hard move, it took me a while to learn." Dick said, putting his hands on his waist.

You tilted your head in confusion. "What do you mean? I used to do gymnastics for like, 5 years! I quit a couple of months ago, though. I wanted to focus on performing theater!"

Dick had forgotten about that. He had forgotten how many times you had invited him to your performances and practices only for him to not be able to make it or completely forget.

"Oh, right.." He scratched the back of his neck in awkwardness.

"..Do you want me to teach you the move?" He asked, immediately seeing how you practically lit up in excitement and happiness.

You guys spent a couple of minutes teaching and learning how to do the move.

He was surprised at how much of a fast learner you were.

He was also surprised at how you could keep a conversation while doing an impressive move.

You talked about your friends and your performances.

You ended up inviting him to come to your next one.

..12th times the charm?

After you finally learned the move, you practically tackled Dick into a hug!

You were so glad you learned it! You could show Nene how you finally had it done!

Damian walked in and glared at Dick.

You let go of Dick, who seemed a little sad that you let go. It wasnt everyday he spent time with his little sister.

As soon as you were gonna hug him again, Damian started talking.

"Grayson, you're late to our training. You said you'd be there at 7 PM sharp. It is now 7:05."

You piped up to defend Dick. "Yeah, he was teaching me this super-duper cool move! It is called the-" You got cut off by Damian.

"I was talking to Grayson, L/N."

You got a little sad by that. You disliked being cutoff.

"Oh, sorry." you muttered as you put your head down and looked at your feet.

You couldn't hear what Dick and Damian were talking about. It was like everything was muffled.

When you spaced back in, you saw Dick being dragged away by Damian.

You couldn't even say or wave bye to him.

He gave you an apologetic glance and left.

So much for bonding.

It's okay, at least you got to talk to Dick for once!

wxs: hey you shouldnt focus on the family that clearly doesnt gaf

reader: ok

(small bonding time happens)

reader: omg u guys r gonna hate me

this felt a lot longer when i was writing

honestly idk why i keep neglecting tbis story oops

anyways fhis is ass i kinda understand why ppl like bug like angel better (ily emureader tho mwa)

mizuki crumbs sorry

i love using silly emojicons when readers talking

♫♪ look how silly

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[hees-mine]

My neighbor - L. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cum eating, cursing, dirty talk, alcohol, oral, age gap and the gap is gapping so if that makes you uncomfortable please do not read.

WC: 4,247k

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You sighed for the thousand time while you sat on the couch watching whatever boring show that was on the tv.

You much rather be out having fun, partying, and enjoying yourself, maybe even getting fucked.

But no.

Instead, you’ve sat two cushions away from your neighbor while he “kept an eye on you.”

It was ridiculous you were old enough not to need someone checking in on you, but your parents insisted that it’d make them comfortable knowing a trusted adult was watching over you while they went on a romantic getaway.

You looked over at him with a glare while he laughed at something on the screen that you weren’t paying attention to. You eyed him from head to toe, and there was a look of disgust on your face. If it wasn’t for him, you could be out having the time of your life, but you calmed yourself down, reminding yourself it wasn’t heeseung’s fault. After all, he was a good friend of your parents. After moving into the lot next to yours a few years ago, he hit it off with your parents right away and soon became a staple in your household, coming over on weekends for dinner and family game night.

He was nice, and you enjoyed his company, don’t get it wrong, but right now, you didn’t, especially when you tried to sneak up to your room with hopes that he wouldn’t notice. Maybe you could escape out your window and enjoy your night after all, but alas. “Ah ah ah, sit down, missy.”

You sighed again, plopping down on the couch after he caught you.

A smile tugged at heeseung’s lips. He’s a bit too old to be fooled by your tricks. He’d been in your shoes before, so there was no way anything you did would get by him tonight.

“Come on, don’t be like that. It’s only one week,” he says as if that wasn’t like a thousand days to a teenager. “Are you hungry? I’m not much of a cook, but I could make some tomato soup, or we could order out whatever sounds good to you.”

You appreciate his offer, you really do, and you should happily accept, seeing how he’s taking time out of his week to make sure you’re safe fed and taken care of, but that itch of defiance and frustration overpower you, and you find yourself declining.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” You slouch down in your seat, folding your arms over your chest and getting a pouty look on your face.

Such a crybaby, heeseung thinks, but doesn’t say it out loud, knowing you’d hate it if he called you that.

“Well, I’m starving, so I’m gonna order a pizza,” he announced and pulled out his phone, ordering everything he liked.

It only takes twenty minutes for it to arrive again. You attempted to run off, but sadly, the transaction between heeseung and the pizza delivery guy was too short for you to make your great escape.

You don’t know how long it’s been now, but long enough to get you even more agitated because you could be at the party you were invited to. It’s been started for an hour or more, but instead, here you are, stuck with your neighbor while he sits across from you, dining on his pizza like it’s a delicacy.

“Can I please go out, heeseung? I promise I won’t tell if you let me,” You give in, pleading with him to let you go out.

“No can do it. It’s my duty to make sure you stay here. Besides, your parents trust me, and I wouldn’t want to break it,” he says strictly.

You throw your head back exaggeratedly, and he can’t help but laugh, making your head snap back to look at him with eyes that could kill.

“What’s so great out there anyway?” he asks, taking a sip from his pop.

“Music friends drinks,” you list out all the things you’re missing out on. “Dick,” you mutter, but he hears you anyway, nearly spitting out his drink.

“You drink?!” He asks wide-eyed because you’re underage, and that’s why he’s so shocked.

“Duh, get with the times, old man.” You roll your eyes at him.

“I’ll have you know I’m only thirty-eight,” he replied, unamused by you.

“Yeah, old.”

“I’m gonna ignore that comment since you’re an emotional teenager figuring yourself out.” This time, you look at him unamused by what he said. “What? Fair play.” he shrugged, both of you, knowing there was no real harm meant by your exchange. “Anyway, I’m still not understanding your problem because everything you want is right here,” he says nonchalantly.

You looked at him weirdly, wondering what he meant by that.

Noticing your confusion, he elaborated.

“There’s booze in the cabinet. I can play some music. We’re friends, I think? And well,” he sets his food aside, spreading his legs on the sofa and facing you. “I have a dick,” he says casually.

He couldn’t help the slight smile that graced his features by your shocked reaction. He didn’t know why you were so surprised. He supposed his idea was a bit outlandish, but it kills two birds with one stone. He’ll know for a fact. You’re safe, and you can have your little party at home with him.

“Heeseung, stop joking.” Laughing nervously, your eyes shifted away from him, unable to comprehend what he said. You understood it perfectly fine, but you couldn’t quite grasp that he was actually being serious.

“I’m not. besides, this solves our problem. I know that you’re safe with me, and you can get everything you want.”

Okay, as good as that sounded, you have to decline. That would be stepping over boundaries you could never uncross.

Besides, it's heeseung you couldn’t. He was too near and dear to your parents. You couldn’t risk it and muddy up their relationship by fucking your neighbor. You don’t know how they’d feel if they ever found out something like that. “Heeseung, we shouldn’t my parents trust you.”

“Oh, so now you understand my point of view,” he laughs. “But it’s alright.” he places his hand on your thigh, scooting closer to you. “I’m sure you can keep a secret, isn’t that right, little alcoholic?” he teases you about your drinking habits, giving your thigh a light pinch.

“Stop it,” you giggled, pushing at his shoulder playfully.

“It’s up to you, Angel.” You nearly lose it at the nickname, his voice going straight to your core.

Since when were you attracted to your neighbor?

“What if I say yes?” You ask, your hand placed on his chest and trailing down to his stomach.

“Then I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.” he leans in his hot breath, fanning your face. “So what’s it gonna be?”

“Yes,” you whisper, lips brushing across his from the proximity.

His soft lips press against yours, and his eyes flutter shut. “I’ll be right back,” he parts from you to go to the kitchen, grabbing the alcohol from the cabinet and two shot glasses before turning off the kitchen lights and coming back to you.

“Oh?” you say with a raised brow, noting the liquor he chose.

“Thought you might like it,” he said, sitting back on the couch.

“It’s my favorite.” he smiles at that, grabbing the remote to put on his R&B playlist. After setting the remote down, he grabs the bottle, pouring you both a shot. “To secrets.” he holds his glass up to yours, clanking it softly.

“To secrets,” you smirk at him, both of you downing the shot.

The alcohol burns through your system, already heating your body up with a very familiar desire.

His eyes drop to your lips, zeroing in on the sheen from the alcohol that covers them, making them look so much more enticing than they already do.

He doesn’t hold himself back from leaning into you and pressing his lips against yours. He pulled back a little, resting his forehead against yours with a breathless chuckle before he reattached his lips to yours.

You don’t shy away from cupping his face, tilting your head to the side to feel more of him.

He placed his hand on your right thigh, rubbing sensually to the music that plays in the background.

He’s the first to open his mouth, giving you full access to him. Immediately, your tongue finds his as you lick your way into his mouth, and you could have never imagined your neighbor was such a good kisser.

He slides his hand upward, slipping it underneath your shut to cup your covered breast, and you moan softly into his mouth. He hums at the softness, his other hand doing the same.

Both his hands work to unclasp your bra, the material sliding down your waist, leaving you with nothing to separate the feeling of his warm hands kneading your tender breasts.

You cry out as he toys with your hardened nipples. Unable to keep the kiss in rhythm, he opts to leave wet mout,h kisses along your jaw as your hands tangle in his hair. You arch into his touch, heat pooling in your core.

He teases the tip of your earlobe with his tongue, and from then on, the quiet whimpers that leave your lips are endless.

His warm wet tongue traces along your jawline before he nibbles your ear lobe, and you can’t say your pussy didn’t clench from the feeling. “More heeseung, please.”

Releasing your earlobe from his mouth, he leaned back to take in your flushed state.

Wordlessly, he tugs on the hem of your shirt, and you lift it over your head, tossing it on the floor.

He smirks at the sight of your bare chest, feeling his dick grow harder as he eyes each of your perked nipples. Using the couch to brace himself, he hovers over you, tongue flicking on your left nipple as your hands desperately work on his button-up one button at a time till they’re fully undone.

“Heeseung,” you moan, pushing his shirt off his shoulders and revealing his broad chest.

Your hands have a mind of their own as you caress his body up and down. He shivers from your touch, nipples growing hard as your fingers graze them.

One hand slides up his back and into his hair, the other going lower to press down on the bulge in his pants. “God,” he grunts as you stimulate his sensitive cock under his pants.

He lazily licks up your chest kissing and sucking anywhere he can reach. He takes his shirt off the rest of the way to caress your body, his large hands gripping and pulling you closer by the waist.

Inpatient, you tug on his pants, letting him know you want them off, and he’s quick to give you what you want. Standing up, he sheds his pants off, throwing them to the other side of the living room.

Joining him, you stand as well, and before you can, he’s already yanking your pajamas down, and you giggle at his eagerness.

He laughs softly and raises a brow, looking at your panties that cling to your crotch with arousal, and it’s obvious what he wants. “What?” You say, pretending to be oblivious.

He steps closer, fingers dipping into your waistband, and he’s happy to clear up any confusion on your end. “Let me eat that pussy, baby” he lets the waistband snap and hit your skin, making you let out a soft moan.

He presses himself against you, his cock nudged right against your pussy, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck, pushing your core against him. “Please,” you whimper as you feel him intentionally rubbing his bulge on you.

He easily picks you up, placing you down on the edge of the couch and kneeling in front of it, spreading your legs open. “Let’s take these off” he grabs your panties, pulling them off your trembling legs and revealing your soaked cunt.

Looking up at you, he smirks at the sight of your cunt. It’s literally dripping. “You look so fucking good,” he grunts, eyes nearly rolling back in his head. Your little cunt is all wet and messy all because of him.

He bends down, inhaling your scent, eyes falling shut as his cock twitches beneath his underwear. “Smells so good,” he whispers, his breath blowing across your pussy lips, watching as you clench around nothing.

He pressed his lips to your clit, making you jolt from the first contact, and he smiled already from how reactive you were to his touch. Opening his mouth, he flattened his tongue, licking upwards between your folds, the tip of his tongue right on your hole where your juices flow out of.

“Tastes good, too” his brows knit in concentration as he makes out with your pussy sucking, kissing, and licking all the parts that had you roughly gripping his hair and whimpering his name.

“Feels so good, heeseung fuck” you cry out, watching as his skilled tongue pleasures your pussy. The sight was almost too much for your racing heart to handle.

He caressed and massaged your thighs, his right hand sneaking up to play with your hole, circling his thumb around it, teasing your engorged folds that beg for releases.

“Please put your finger in me.” Looking up at you, he shoves his thumb inside your hole, feeling you clench immediately.

“Yes fuck” you whimper as his tongue circles your clit, and he fucks your hole with his thumb.

He hums in satisfaction, sending little vibrations on your clit, and you made the huge mistake of locking eyes with him. The moment you did, you came crashing down embarrassingly quick, your moans mixing with the lewd wet sounds of him eating your pussy.

Your legs quiver, thighs clamping around his head as he works you through it, moaning into your pussy cause of the beautiful taste you left on his tongue.

You breathe out shakily, your hands slowly combing through his hair as your cunt throbs uncontrollably, sucking on his thumb, and he can’t wait to feel the same on his dick.

He cleans everything that your hole pushes out with his tongue lapping and savoring every last bit of it. “Love the way you taste,” he moans, not leaving any inch of your pussy untouched by his tongue. He made sure to collect every last drop of your release. “Could eat you all day.”

A shiver runs down his spine as the taste of you lingers on his tongue, and he might just be obsessed with you after that.

Kissing your inner thighs, his thumbs circle your flesh, your fingers tickling his scalp making his dick twitch.

Reluctantly parting from you, he stands up, and the unmistakable bulge in his boxers catches your eyes. You involuntarily lick your lips just at the thought of his cock.

He smirks, reaching for your hands and placing them on the waistband of his underwear, waiting for you to make the next move. With a swiftness, you pull down his underwear freeing his hard dick.

He bites his bottom lip softly as your right hand wraps around his girth, the other teasing at his waistline with your fingertips.

You hear him groan quietly as you twist your wrist, massaging his cock in a circular motion.

He outstretched his arm, his left hand teasing your nipple, tugging on it while you worked his length. The moment a bead of precum leaked from his tip, you immediately gathered it on your fingertip, tapping the head of his cock lightly.

You brought your finger to your mouth, sucking his precum off, eyes meeting his as you swirled your tongue around the tip.

His cock twitched at the action, and you placed your hands on his waist, pulling him forward until he had no choice but to join you on the couch, his knees resting beside your legs as he hovered over you.

The position confuses him at first, but the moment you sunk lower on the couch, leveling your face with his crotch, he knew he was in for it.

He looked down just in time to watch you open your mouth to lick his tip, his body shuddering as he let out a short breath. “Hmm”

Swirling your tongue around his shaft, you opened up wide, hands going to the backs of his thighs, taking his length into your mouth.

You nudged him closer, giving him a hint, and he slowly began to move his hips, thrusting forward carefully into your mouth. “Shit,” he hisses, dragging his length out, then pushing back into the wet warmness of your mouth.

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[alasse-irena]

i worked in a public library in a disadvantaged urban area that was open to 9pm every week night. The reality is that there were no more dramas or problems or difficult patrons after 6pm than there were during the day. In fact, the Friday late shift was notorious for being the most boring shift of the week - the only people who come to the library on a Friday night are students looking for a place to study, people looking for somewhere warm to have a nap, and people waiting to meet friends or get picked up by parents.

Yes, we definitely had the kind of problems you described sometimes, mental health crises, drug withdrawal, runaway foster kids, people who just wanted to get in your face because you had the nerve to put up Halloween decorations or and LGBTQ display. And we were lucky enough to have security who came from the local community and had fantastic de-escalation skills. They were always right where I needed them and would follow up with people's families or case workers or put them in touch with community resources when things went wrong. But broadly speaking I think you're wildly overstating how scary and how loud the late evening library users are. None of those things suddenly increase in the evening. The biggest night time problem was invariably students who had got bored of studying getting rowdy with each other (or getting it on in the prayer room).

I also don't really know why you'd see someone posting publicly about their dream of later library opening hours and assume it revealed a lack of interest in and advocacy for libraries. All we can see about this person is that they want to read books after work. Why is it that when we see someone on social media, we assume that what we see on social media makes up the whole of their life? It's just a tiny fraction of most people's lives. We don't know what this person is doing outside of posting online. They could be going to local government meetings. They could be a librarian.

You know what happens when libraries are open till 9pm? You can show up, find a comfy spot and read or study or play videos games for a few hours. That's it. It's no harder or scarier or more dramatic than libraries that are open at 2pm.

This is the DREAM.

[bluewolfangel01]

Favorite Parent Challenge with Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, & Satan

(If you don't know, it's basically a challenge to see who the pet's favored human is)

-Lucifer-

Done with Cerberus

Cerberus is very confused when Mc and Lucifer walk in different directions while he stays

Each head looks from left to right, unable to understand what he's supposed to be doing or even who to go to

He begins to whine

Mc gets a bit closer to comfort Cerberus, reaching their hands out to offer pets

Only then does Cerberus decide to move

Lucifer: "I don't think it counts if you bribe him"

Mc: *doing their best to pet all 3 heads* "Well he doesn't seem to mind, do ya boy?"

Cerberus: *tail wagging very fast, looking very happy*

Mc: "If you want, I could give you some pets later tonight~ seeing as you seem a bit jealous."

Lucifer: "Well I'm not jealous, but I'll happily accept your offer."

-Mammon-

Done with a few crows familiars

The crows look between the opposite directions where Mammon and Mc went

The crows stay where they are for a few moments

It almost seems like they'll never move

Then they fly and land at Mc's feet

One crow even lands on Mc's shoulder

Mc proceeds to give the crow that landed on their shoulder, some scratches

Mammon: *walks towards Mc* "They're my familiars, why do they go to ya?!"

Mc: "Aw dont feel so bad, haven't you ever heard that pets copy the personality of their people?"

Mammon: "Yeah. So?"

Mc: "So that means that they only went to me 'cause you love me so much."

Mammon: "Gah... silly human."

Mc: *grabs Mammon's jacket collar* "Tsundere demon." *gives him a smooch*

-Levi-

Done with Henry 2.0

Levi and Mc stand on opposite side of Henry 2.0's tank, rather then walking in different directions

The small fish doesn't swim to either side

He kinda just floats for a moment before lazily swimming around the fish bowl

It's clear that Henry 2.0 doesn't understand the challenge

That or he just doesn't care

Mc: Well, I don't know what we were expecting, but that result seems about right.

Levi: Why did we decide to do this again?

Mc: The new co-op game we've been playing is getting updated so the servers are down and for the memes.

Levi: ...

Levi: For the memes.

-Satan-

Done with a few stray cats

Satan and Mc sit a few feet away from each other outside the H.O.L

They both agreed to have no items or smells that could possibly draw in the cats

They both sit there for awhile while waiting for the strays to show up and pick one of them

Suprise, suprise the strays end up going towards Mc

Satan: "They almost never come to me, it's like they hate me."

Mc: "Aw, don't say that, they don't hate you."

Mc: *Picks up and holds Kuro in front of Satan's face, who meows cutely* "See, Kuro likes you~"

Satan: *smiles and lowers head in defeat* You...~"

[maskedcrawford]

Prank Wars

Seunghyun x F! Reader

A/N: My first T.O.P fic! I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please leave a like if you guys want to see more! Thank you to the sweet Anon who requested this, I really enjoyed writing it!<3

Warnings: A few cuss words. I'm pretty sure that's it.

The Request

Requests are currently: Open

The sunshine comes in through the window to your hotel room waking you up from a peaceful slumber. You squint your eyes and look around the room until your gaze lands on your boyfriend of the last year and a half, Seunghyun. You smile to yourself watching him sleep. He and the rest of big bang had been busy with touring and doing interviews the last few months so it was nice to see him resting. There weren’t any shows or interviews for the next few days so it was prime time to relax with your man.

You smile to yourself as the see the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his mouth is slightly agape and light snores flow from his nose. After only a few moments of silence you hear a sudden popping noise come from the bathroom in the suite along with a loud scream that, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say came from a girl. You jump out of bed and before you can leave you see a playful grin come up on Seunghyun’s face.

“What did you do?” You quirked your brow at him. Suddenly Ji-yong bursts into the room with a frustrated but slightly scared face.

“That was not funny!” He throws a towel at your boyfriend who can’t help but erupt into laughter.

“What happened?”

“He put party snappers under the toilet seat,” Jiyong grumbled.

“This is war, hyung,” he threatens as he leaves the two of you.

“Seung,” you giggle. He gets up from the bed and wraps you up in a hug.

“Good morning, y/n,” he kisses your forehead before heading to the bathroom. As you change into your clothes you hear your man gag in the bathroom. You quirk a brow as you gingerly step in to check on him.

“Somebody put mayo in my toothpaste container!” he says sticking his tongue out in disgust. You hold your hands over your mouth to cover your smile. You hear someone come up behind you.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Taeyang comments with a huge grin.

“That’s so gross,” you giggle to yourself. Seunghyun glares at Taeyang as he walks out. You love your boyfriend, truly, but he was never great at taking what he dished out. The next few days the guys played silly harmless pranks on each other, and you couldn’t help but enjoy being the neutral party. Pranks weren’t exactly your thing but that didn’t stop you from having a good laugh. Clingwrap on the toilet seat was done to Taeyang by your boyfriend for revenge. You and Seunghyun went to the store and Ji-yong, for revenge, wrapped all of your boyfriends’ clothes in wrapping paper, granted the boys helped him. Daesung stole all of the laces to all the guys shoes. Your boyfriend took stuff from each of the guys and duct tapped it to the ceiling of their hotel rooms, Taeyang's bandana, Daesungs passport and Ji-yong's favorite jacket. And the last prank committed was Taeyang putting zip ties on anything he could to keep them shut, including to the scissors that would be needed to cut them off.

“That’s low! I need to change!” Ji-yong yelled. You rolled your eyes with a silly grin on your face. The prank wars were all fun and games between friends, for the most part. The next day there was a show that the guys had to get prepared for. Seunghyun got in the shower and you walked in to touch up your makeup.

“You excited?” you called over the sound of the rushing water.

“Yeah, we’re announcing our next album today,” he peaks his head out and beams at you with pride. You walk over and give him a gentle kiss; he tries to pull you in closer but you slip away leaving him pouty.

“Not now, I have to finish my make up,” you gesture to your face. He rolls his eyes playfully at you.

“You can always redo it,” he mumbles to himself.

“Patience, nae sarange, patience,” you tease him. Once you finish you walk out of the bathroom and notice Taeyang go in right behind you. You bring your attention to your phone before you hear shouting from the bathroom and Taeyang flies out of the door.

“Delete the damn video!” You look up and see your boyfriend coming out of the bathroom in his pants, his hair still dripping wet.

“You literally took one of me earlier,” Taeyang defends.

“I don’t care, delete the fucking video!” he shouts as he begins to chase Taeyang around the room on the couch and around to the door. Seunghyun tries to take his phone but Taeyang’s too fast. He slips behind him and ends up using you as a human shield. You shriek as the hides behind you, startled from the swift movements. Your boyfriend stands in front of you both moving side to side. You can tell this isn’t a game to Seunghyun anymore. He genuinely looks freaked out. But, then again, he did this to himself, right?

Taeyang’s laugh rumbles in your ears as the other guys can’t stop laughing.

“It’s not funny, delete it!” He continues to shout.

“Hyung, it’s pretty funny,” Daesung defends.

“Maybe I should put in youtube,” Taeyang jokingly comments.

“No this isn’t funny anymore!” he reaches over you, careful not to hurt you and tries to grab his phone.

“Delete it!” He shouts, for the last time before you decide to step in.

“Agi,” you put your hands on his chest and he looks down at you. He takes a breath and groans rolling his eyes.

“Go sit down,” you try to cover the slight amusement on your face.

“Tae, come on. Just delete the video,” you chuckle at your boyfriend.

“Yeah, yeah all right. See, hyung, it was just a joke,” Taeyang goes over to show him deleting the video.

“Now, let’s make a rule, no filming each other naked!” you playfully reprimand the guys. They groan like children before you put your finger up.

“Don’t start with me,” you warn. They continue to laugh amongst themselves as you go over to your sulking boyfriend.

“Hey, the video’s gone. Cheer up,” you say as you brush some hair out of his face. Even upset he’s still handsome. He grunts in response.

“Aww, come on. I got them to stop,” you lean in close to his ear, “But you really shouldn’t have filmed Taeyang and not expected retribution.” You whisper just before kissing his cheek. He knew you were right and he blushed from the affection you just showed him.

“Yeah, well,” he couldn’t really defend himself, but he still wanted to sulk and whine about it, "still wasn't funny, y/n," he muttered playing with a ring on his finger.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you into his lap in the chair. You sit with him for a minute before the stylists have to come back over and fix him up for the stage.

“When you get done being the infamous T.O.P. we’ll get some dinner. Anything my baby wants.” You wink at him as you try to help him feel better.

“Anything?” he eyes you up and down and licks his bottom lip. You blush and giggle at his innuendo.

“Only if you can be a good boy,” you size him up with a wag of your finger as the stylist place his jacket on his shoulders. He laughs as he steps away from the ladies and wraps you in his arms.

“Yes ma’am,” he gives you a passionate kiss, just as your about to melt into it, you hear Ji-yong’s voice.

“Seunghyun, let’s go!” you groan as he hesitantly breaks away from you to run on stage and do what he does best. You smile to yourself as you know more prank wars will ensue.

[astraeus-tree]

In Celebration of Your Birthday

Batfam x Reader (Platonic)

It's my birthday (releasing this as soon as it hits 12am hopefully) so I wanted to write a little drabble Disclaimer(s): Unfortunately there's no Steph, Babs or Duke and they're all probably OOC

Today felt like chaos incarnate, countless things had already happened, yet it was only midday.

You hadn’t woken up on your own, no. Damian was there, waking you up from your peaceful slumber at the ungodliest hour of the night and demanded you to get ready already. You had slowly done your morning routine, still fatigued by sleep, but Damian had rushed you, saying it was dire that you needed to be fast.

When you had finished, he dragged you down to the batcave, excited about whatever he has planned. He shoved your vigilante costume to you and started getting dressed into his Robin uniform.

“Dami? What the hell is going in?” You dressed in your costume, alarms raising in your head.

“We’re going on patrol.” He had finished getting into his costume swiftly, now standing with crossed arms waiting for you to finish.

“It’s not even my turn?” You questioned.

“Just follow me.... Please?” You sighed, he knew you could never deny it when he asked like that

“Alright, lead the way then.”

The patrol was less of a patrol and more of a game of tag with the rooftops of Gotham as your playground.

When the first rays of light first showed, he had quickly led you to the highest point of Gotham: the top of Wayne Tower. When you had finally caught up to him, he was sitting, patting on a place next to him for you to sit in, and so you did. The rooftop was the perfect place to watch the sunrise. The sky had been painted with various shades of orange, like it had been dipped in gold.

He had leaned his head on your shoulder, wrapping his arm around yours and you held you arms around them.

“I’m grateful to have you as my sibling [Name].”

Damian had whispered to you, and you felt your heart swell. You pulled him in closer, ruffling his hair.

“I love you too, you cuties. What’s with the clinginess today though?” You asked, confused as to why he was suddenly acting more clingy than usual. In response, he only looked at you weirdly, as if in disbelief, then stayed quiet. You left it at that.

The two of you had stayed there for a few minutes, until the sun was fully up, and you could see some people already starting their day. Then, you two had went back to the manor, and he left, saying his goodbyes and off to do his own thing.

As soon as you had went up from the Batcave, Cassandra was there, ready to greet you. She had been in her ballet clothes, and pulled you into one of the many rooms of the manor, saying that you two should perform a duet, her dancing and you playing the violin.

And so you did. However, you were so focused on her dancing that you messed up several notes, but she didn’t mind and kept dancing with grace. The duet had lasted several minutes, yet you were so captivated by your little sister’s dancing that it had felt like it was only a few seconds. You were so proud of how far your little sister had come with her ballet dancing.

She had left not long after, but not before saying “I’m glad I’m your sibling, [Name].”

Dick was next with this weird behaviour from your family. He had come up to you while you were resting in your room. He had been sent on a mission, but wanted to see and talk to you before starting it. It was quick, definitely not as long as the other two, but no less impactful to you.

With so much stuff happening around you, you had honestly forgotten it was your birthday. It was no wonder why everyone was suddenly acting weirdly.

You loved them all dearly, but with so many interactions happening so early in the morning, you were already drained. You had been walking around the manor when you spotted Tim laying on the floor of the living room, taking a nap. Tired, you joined him, cuddling up next to him.

Tim had briefly woken up when you laid next to him, but he didn’t move and let you get yourself comfortable as he went back to take a nap.

Alfred had seen you two as he was cleaning around the manor—not that it was unclean, it was just his daily routine— and smiled when he saw you two. He placed a blanket over the two of you and placed a Do Not Disturb sign near the living room to warn the others, who knew exactly what it meant at first glance.

You had woken up a few hours later. Tim had still been taking a nap by that time, so you decided to let him sleep peacefully. He must’ve hear you moving though, because you swore you head a small mumble that sounded like the words ‘I love you.’

Once again, you were taking a walk around the manor when you stumbled into another one of your family members. Though it was unusual to see Jason in the manor, you guessed he was here for your birthday as well.

This time, you were the one to initiate the clingy behaviour. You had opened your arms wide, silently inviting him for a hug. You could see the hesitation in his face before he decided to throw it away and envelop you in an embrace.

“I love you [Name].”

“I love you too little bro.” You two had stayed like that for a while, letting silence overtake the both of you. After all, actions spoke louder than words.

When you had finally let go, you ruffle his hair before he went to go do his own thing.

Your father had called you into the batcave that night before dinner, saying he had a gift for you. Your father was standing in the middle, clearly waiting for you. The lights behind him were dim, clearly hiding something.

“[Name].” He stated plainly.

“Dad? What’s going on?” That was when the lights behind him had turned on and showed a collection of various different weapons behind him.

“I know you’ve been wanting to try out other weapons than your usual one, so your siblings and I have been working on this project for a while now.” You felt your eyes tear up. You had mentioned that in a passing conversation with your father during a patrol once, you never would’ve guessed he would even remember it.

You ran up to hug him. “You really didn’t have to do this, just you being here was everything to me.”

“I wanted to do this for you, you’re my child.”

Later, your whole family had given you a surprise party for dinner. It was small, definitely not as grand as the balls that the Waynes would usually host, but it was perfect. It had everyone you loved and everything you needed.

This is very much inspired by Rizzanon's Batfam February, especially Dami's part lmao

It was supposed to have Jon in it as well but it felt unfair to include him but not anyone else so I had to get rid of him 😔

No song for this title so that's why it's very basic lmao

Have a great day/night everyone <3

[stove-top96]

Wicked Game

Ch. 02

Y Batfam x Gn Reader

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Damian Al-Ghul Wayne

3.9k words

Ch. 01 <- Ch. 02 -> Ch. 03

Class schedule

1st period - Art

2nd Period - Maths

12:00 - 1:00: Lunch

3rd Period - Biology

4th Period - English

(5:00 -> Basketball game)

The thought of Biology class and working with Tim is already giving you a headache and there’s still 10 minutes till class starts.

You showed up a little early like you always do, and sat in the same seat as yesterday. Tim will probably sit beside you. Today is the only class you’ll get to work on the poster, and Mrs. Young's expectations for it are kinda insane.

She’s not even offering supplies. No poster paper, hardly any markers. Is this not the ‘best’ school in Gotham? you're not spending any of your hard earned money on a bio project.

Tim can get it.

He has like a gazillion dollars so there’s no reason for him to complain.

You scroll through your socials, but there’s still no sign of Tim. Shouldn’t he be here by now? There’s only a few more minutes to tell class.

<Tim>

So sorry y/n. There was an emergency last night, I can’t make it to class today.

You roll your eyes— great. You want to ask him how he got your number, but what were you supposed to say?

‘I know you didn’t get my number from Brandi. How’d you get it?’

It’s not normal, it’s so creepy. You feel the pit in your stomach grow— Jesus, you can’t be dealing with this on game day.

No one's gonna reprimand Tim Drake. Not the principal, not the teachers, In fact you might be the one to get in trouble. Defamation of character or something.

You sigh. You’ll just block him after Monday, get through this project and never talk to him again.

<y/n>

Ok I’ll do what I can. We can meet up on the weekend or smth.

Can u get the supplies?

<Tim>

Yeah we’ll make something work. It’ll be done for Monday

I should have some stuff laying around somewhere.

You scoff. Quickly shutting your phone off as the bell rings.

Mrs. Young starts talking, reminding everyone how this will be the only class period to work on the project that’s due Monday.

You stare at the empty desk. Your leg starts bouncing and your palms get shaky.

Focus. Just focus on something. Anything.

You can’t. Your mind just drifts to the game, how everything could go wrong.

You shift in your seat. Trying to focus on Mrs. Young’s voice.

Just get through class.

Before you know it you’re in the locker room. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you quickly splash cold water on your face. God— you look like a mess.

“Come on y/n, we gotta warm up in like 10 minutes” your teammate Cameron yells.

“Yeah I’ll be ready in a sec” you yell. Drying your face, you give yourself one last look in the mirror. The pit in your stomach grows bigger.

You’ve worked harder than most people to get here, just trust in your training. You’re the best shooting guard there on the team, there’s a reason this school wants you here.

You pep talk does little to ease your nerves, but there’s not much else you can do now.

You catch up with Cameron in the gym, and watch the other team warmup. “They’re not bad… But we’re better”. Their confidence is nice, but Cameron isn’t playing with the stakes you are.

“Yeah, We’ll be fine” you whisper, you don't know if you’re talking to Cameron or yourself.

You and your warm up. Running laps around doing shooting drills. Your muscle memory takes over.

Your breathing steadies, your mind is clear.

You shoot.

The swish of the net is like music to your ears.

slowly start gaining your confidence back. Warming up your 3 pointers and haven’t missed one yet.

Normally you’re a starter but Coach decided to bench you at the start. He wants you to get a feel for the opposing team.

“These games aren’t like the ones you’re used to playing” he says. His eyes never leave the court.

“They take training camps over the summer, their parents invest good money into them” he continues. It’s not hard to believe, their technique is unreal.

“But you have something they don’t” he pauses and you look up at him “you're strong, and you have raw talent… I can probably guess what was going through your head today. I just want you to know no matter what you're going to stay on my team.”

Everything disappeared at that moment. All your stress, nerves, regret, it was flooded out with a wave of relief and adrenaline.

Nothing mattered now all you had to do was play your favourite game.

The whistle blew and you switched places with E.J. “Show ‘em what you got Y/n” they patted you on the back.

you’ve never played harder. scoring shot after shot. You were in the zone.

You were having fun.

Gotham prep wins, 68 to 25.

The Subway home is short, nothing like the one you took this morning. You ride the high of winning, a small smile never leaving your face as you recall your best plays of the game. Your mind is filled with excitement and anticipation for your next game.

By the time you reach your apartment you’re exhausted, but as you go to unlock the door the key stops short. It’s already unlocked. That’s weird, mom was always triple checking the locks?

a shiver runs down your spine as you slowly push open the door.

The living room light is dim, The curtains are stapled closed. The T.V plays some static filled re-run, and you see her.

Your mom sits on the couch, hands clenched in her lap muttering something to herself.

You swallow “Hey mom I’m back from my game.” She doesn’t move.

You shut the door, making sure to lock it. “We won, I even got MVP”

Still nothing.

A pit forms in your stomach. You sigh as you drop your bag and slide off your sneakers. You slowly make your way to sit beside her. Your shoulders are touching. She doesn’t move, she doesn’t even acknowledge you.

you hate it.

“I was pretty nervous about playing” you continue, softer now. You know talking to her is futile, but maybe just maybe you could bring her back even for a second. “But coach said no matter what I’ll always be on his team” you say, your head drops onto her shoulder leaning closer into her.

She goes quiet and stares into the wall. Your eyes follow her gaze, nothing’s there. You look at the outdated wallpaper, peeling at the edges.

A lump forms in your throat, and the pit in your stomach grows bigger.

She loves Basketball. She taught you everything you know.

She’d always tell you stories about her games, how she was the best Center at Gotham public. You remember seeing her at every middle school game you had, and would always cheer the loudest. She’d ruffle your hair after every game and say “good job baby I’m so proud of you” You used to get so embarrassed about it.

Now she’s barely here.

The doctors said she would get better with the proper help and time, how she was ‘Luckier than most’.

But she’s not.

and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You know she needs more help than what the government is offering. Group meetings for fear toxin victims aren’t enough. She needs professional help, but insurance won't cover it and you can’t afford it with only a minimum wage job and her disability checks.

you clench your fists nails digging into your palms. It’s not fair. But nothing is ever fair in Gotham.

“I’m gonna make dinner mom” you get up slowly. Looking back at her, still nothing.

You’ll help her. You go to Gotham prep, almost any college will accept you just for that. You’ll build a good life for you and her.

But for now, all you can do is make sure she eats.

+++++

<Tim>

How’d the game go?

Tim exhaled sharply, glaring at Dick “You just gonna stare at my phone until she responds?”

”why else would I be here?” Dick lounged on the couch, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He tried to play it off but he was excited.

The living room was quiet with everyone doing their ‘own thing’— Bruce reading the paper, Cass pretending to read a book, Steph scrolling on her phone, Jason and Damian cleaning weapons— But no one was focused.

They were waiting.

The family knew how you did. All of them watched the live stream. They saw every shot you scored, every pass you made, everything.

They were proud.

“I still believe it’s insulting that the coach decided to bench them for the 1st period” Damian scoffed. “Their talent is wasted due to incompetence”.

”they won.” Jason said without locking up

”That’s not the point Todd”. Damian rolled his eyes, “they would’ve won either way.” Damian muttered. Truthfully he was disappointed he didn’t get to see you more.

Tims phone buzzed.

The sound made everyone’s attention snap to him.

<Y/N>

It was good we won and I got MVP

Dick read the text out loud. Tim snatched the phone back before anything else could happen.

“They're starting to share more, that’s good.” Bruce stated, Cass nodded her lips twitch into a small smile.

“Invite her over for tomorrow, I wanna be here when she comes” Dick said smugly, a smirk still present on his face.

Tim stayed quiet typing a response.

”I doubt Grayson would go back to Blüdhaven if they chose to come over Sunday” Damian Huffed.

Tim ignored them and hit send.

<Tim>

That’s good!

When are you free on the weekend?

<Y/n>

I work during the day I’m free after 6 tho

the library doesn’t close tell 9

Dick leaned over reading the text aloud. “You're not going to the library,” Jason scoffed. “Yeah, no” Dick said playfully. Tim rolled his eyes “yeah I know” he scoffed, they were too quick to jealousy.

he quickly typed a response.

<Tim>

I’m not really able to go anywhere, that’s why I wasn’t at school today

<Y/n>

wdym

<Tim>

I got my family to keep it out of the news, but I was attacked last night.

They wanted to take me for ransom.

Dick read the messages aloud. There was a moment of silence before he started laughing at Tims lame excuse. Jason and Steph couldn’t help but snicker to themselves, even Damian had a small grin.

Bruce just nodded in approval. You couldn’t know some thug shot him.

<Y/n>

Are you okay?

Tim’s face had a ghost of a smirk. You were worried about him.

<Tim>

yeah I’m fine

I can’t really leave my house until they catch the guys so would you be able to come over tomorrow at 6:30?

Silence filled the room. No one moved.

Everyone was waiting for your response. Growing more and more impatient. But it didn’t come.

Everyone held their breath. It felt like they were staring at the messages for an eternity.

Dick inhaled sharply. “they’re typing”

<Y/N>

yeah sure

<Tim>

great I’ll send you the address

The atmosphere of the room shifted. Everyone had a dark and calculated look as thoughts of tomorrow's plan raced through their mind.

“Everything prepared for tomorrow?” Asked Bruce his expression unreadable.

Damian Nodded “of course”

”Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Dick said playfully, but his eyes gleamed darker.

+++++

Work was more draining than usual.

The Batburger joint you worked at left much to be desired. Two of your coworkers came in high, and some lady yelled at you for forgetting to ‘jokerize’ her fry’s. you want nothing more than to be bedrotting at home.

instead you're here.

You made your way to Wayne Manor. Tim gave you the address, but it was just a formality. Everyone knows where they live.

There was a pit in your stomach as you walked. Your mind couldn’t help but drift— how did he get your number?

you thought of casual ways you might be able to ask him. Maybe bringing up the fact that Brandi didn’t know you were partners might prompt an explanation? Maybe a joke? The thought made you shiver.

As you ponder different ways to approach the situation, and possible escape plans in case things go south. You stopped.

you're here.

the front gate of Wayne Manor loomed over you. The gothic mansion looked even more scary as the sun was setting.

You shouldn’t be here.

But you were.

You pulled out your phone to check Tim’s message.

<Tim>

when you get there just hit the buzzer and someone will open the gate.

You look to the left to see a pin pad, and the buzzer. You reach to press it, but your finger hesitates.

You pause.

A cold sweat envelops you. You feel heavy. The weight of your uniform clings to your skin. The smell of oil and grease fills your nose.

Should you really do this?

You pull your hand back, it’s shaking.

Spinning on your heels to head home. You’ll text Tim, saying you had to go over time or something.

As you're walking back you think.

Bruce Wayne is a ‘billionaire playboy’, he’s kinda a ditzy guy, a philanthropist with too much money. He builds hospitals, funds schools and other good things.

There’s no way anything bad would happen with him there.

you huff turning around.

Back at the gate, your finger hovers over the buzzer again.

”you can do this” you mumble.

Just do it.

You press the button.

“Hello, How may I help you”

a posh voice asks through the speakers.

“Hi, uh. I’m here to see Tim we’re supposed to work on a project together. I don't know if he told you?” You answer meekly. You want to curl into a ball and hide.

“Ah, yes please come in y/n”

the intercom cut off.

your stomach tightened.

The metal clinked and rattled as the gates opened. He knows your name, guess Tim did tell everyone you were coming.

Once the gate is fully open it hits you. You’re at Wayne Manor. There’s a weight in your chest, your legs feel like lead.

Even so you carry on. One foot in front of the other, at least until you reach the front door.

You debate if you should knock again. The posh man did invite you in, but would it be rude if you just walked in?

Raising your fist about to knock. you hear something inside, as if someone is rushing to the door.

The door swings open, startling you just a little. You stare at the man in front of you. It’s Dick Grayson. He’s handsome Mid to late 20’s, messy hair, bright blue eyes and a boyish grin. you’ve seen him everywhere, T.V, magazines, and newspapers.

“You’re Y/n right?” He smiles— practiced, You’ve seen that smile hundreds of times.

“Uh, yeah” you answer. Once again, your voice is quieter than you’d like.

He didn’t seem to mind, he opened the door wider, welcoming you in. The faintest smirk plastered on his face.

”I’m Dick Grayson by the way” his introduction is like Tim’s, only for formality. He knows you know who he is. You slide your shoes off and look up at him.

“Nice to meet you” you smile, your voice more confident this time.

He pauses, then smiles back. It’s a different smile— it reaches his eyes.

“You as well… follow me I’ll show you Tim’s room” he starts walking, you’re quick to follow.

“So Tim said you’re on the basketball team” he asks. He leads you through the manor. It’s warmer than you’d imagine, family portraits and pictures hanging on the wall.

It takes you a second to realize he’s asking you a question. Looks like he wants to make small talk “uh.. yeah it’s pretty nice”

”That's good” he glances over his shoulder. “I’m pretty sure Tim told you but suppers at 7:15 tonight” Dick said casually.

You stumble.

Tim definitely did not mention that.

“I think he forgot to tell me…” you awkwardly laugh.

“He did!? I’ll yell at him later for it, don't worry” Dick laughs. That’s not what you were worried about.

A shiver ran up your spine. This changed everything, you were going to meet everyone.

You want to leave, to turn around and go home. Pretend everything is fine and this never happened.

He pauses in front of a door. “Anyways this is Tim’s room, I’ll see you for supper” and with that he continues walking down the hall.

It’s quiet. You could leave. Just walk away.

Your hand hovers over the door.

You got this, if anything goes wrong you’ll just run home. But nothings going to go wrong.

You knock. It’s silent for a moment.

“Come in”

The door creaked as you opened it, you cringe at the noise. You quickly scan the room before stepping in.

His room was neat almost too neat. Books stacked on a shelf with surgical precision. His desk was arranged like it was never used. There’s a few movie posters on the wall, generic ones, like they were placed to make the room look lived in.

Tim shutoff his laptop as soon as you stepped in.

the bandages wrapped around his waist are visible under his t-shirt. You try not to stare.

“Make yourself at home y/n, sorry I forgot to tell you about dinner” he chuckles sheepishly, but there’s a dark glint in his eyes.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it” you mumbled, you were quick to set up your stuff. You wanted to finish this before dinner.

Tim watched as you fumbled through your bag before handing him a rough draft of the poster. “I got a little bit done in class, we just have to write some of the stages and make the poster”

“Okay, this won't take long, maybe an hour or two” he said, reading through a rough draft of your plan.

“Cool.” you sit at his desk and start writing. “I’ll finish up the stages if you start drawing a diagram”.

Tim smirks, but his eyes don’t leave your notes “sounds good to me”

The next 45 minutes go by fast, it’s silent except the odd sound of papers shuffling. Neither of you make conversation,

you’d catch Tim staring at you every now and then, but you chose not to say anything, it’s easier.

“Dinner will be ready soon” Tim closed his notebook, you froze.

“We should start heading down now” His voice was light, his smile seemed playful— too playful, like he was a kid about to get some candy.

“Okay..” you mumble, getting up from your seat. You follow him downstairs.

you can't turn back now.

The dining room is beautiful. The warm lighting, pretty paintings, decorated table that could fit a dozen people. it looked perfect, but it only made you feel small.

You don't belong here.

You look down at your batburger uniform, suddenly feeling a little self conscious.

Tim guides you to the seat beside him.

It’s just you two at the table right now, you wonder if he can see how nervous you are right now? If he does he doesn’t say anything about it.

“You’re in for a treat, Alfred's cooking is the best” Tim exclaims as he sets his napkin on his lap.

You’re quick to copy him ”I’m sure”.

you’re lost in your thoughts—Did your mom eat? Did she leave the door unlocked again?

A presence snaps you back to reality. A younger boy is sitting across from you.

You didn’t even hear him coming. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you then glares at Tim.

“I’m Damian” his voice is almost professional. “it’s nice to meet you y/n”

“You as well Damian.” You stutter.

Dick walks in, he’s talking with a girl. You’re pretty sure it’s Cassandra Cain, she stays out of the media so you’re not sure.

They keep talking as they find their seats to the left of Damian, but they keep glancing at you.

You swallowed.

“Y/n this is Cass” Dick introduces you.

You look up and force a smile “Hi Cass it’s nice to meet you”

”you too” she responds, before resuming her conversation with Dick, but her eyes never seem to fully leave you.

Great.

Sitting in silence you stare down at the empty plate and polished silverware.

Then Bruce Wayne walks in,

You stiffen, and fix your posture.

He sits at the head of the table. Whispering something to Damian, before looking towards you.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Y/n” he says flashing his famous smile.

“It’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Wayne” faux confidence in your voice.

“Please Call me Bruce” he chuckles

”Alright” you answer, voice wavering slightly.

Before either of you can say anything else, an old man dressed in a butler's uniform walks in.

he begins to set plates in front of everyone. Once he sets yours down, it smells heavenly.

“Thank you Mr…”

”Alfred” he answers, the same posh accent you heard at the gate.

You feel eyes on you as you take your first few bites. Some tried hiding it. Others didn’t bother.

“So Y/n, I heard you had a Basketball game yesterday. How did that go?” Bruce asked, his voice was light.

“It went well, we won 68 to 25” you answered, taking another bite.

Dick Smirked. “What about you? Did you get any playtime?” He asked playfully.

“Yeah I got to play for most of it, I got MVP” you answered. Grabbing your glass of water.

there was a beat of silence.

“Impressive” Damian stated, watching closely as you took another bite.

“Your parents must be proud” Bruce stated, there was that same glint in his eyes. The one Dick and Tim had earlier.

“Yeah… My mom’s really happy, since she taught me to play and all that” you lied.

Dick scraped his fork on the plate. It was grating deliberate.

The noise made you cringe.

“Is that so?” Bruce mumbled, taking another bite of his meal.

Dinner went by without any other questions. Dick carried most of the conversation, with Tim and Damian chiming in when necessary and Bruce and Cass nodding along.

You should be thankful.

But you just felt watched.

It’s been about 30 minutes since you finished eating with everyone, you were back in Tim’s room working on writing the information for the poster.

At least you were trying to.

Tim seemed to be taking his sweet time with just a simple diagram.

You were almost finished with the notes. Glancing down at your writing the words seemed to blur together, Before snapping into focus again.

all you had left was to glue it onto the poster.

“How much longer for the diagram?” You asked, your voice sounded more tired than you expected.

He smirked “Not much, you tired?”

You yawn. Why were you tired? You’ve worked long days before, you should be used to this. You just want to go home.

“A little but I’ll be fine”

Tim stops writing, you can feel him look over at you. It’s like he’s analyzing everything you do, every minuscule expression you make.

Like he’s waiting for something.

“If you say so” he says as he gets back to work, smiling softly to himself.

A heaviness took over your body. Your movements slowed, it was getting harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

your vision swayed, eyes getting heavier.

You blinked slowly.

just a little longer than you can leave.

Maybe if you rest your eyes, just for a moment.

Tim wouldn’t mind?

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Can you tell I wrote this in 1 sitting? I feel like it downgraded in quality the longer I wrote lol. I’ll edit any mistakes tomorrow but I really wanna post it so Imma just do that. Comment if you wanna be added to the tag-lists. I also said id explain why batfam is obsessed this chapter but I decided to slowly reveal it (I couldn’t figure out how to fit the flashback scene in the chapter) also I lowkey forgot reader was GN and made the basketball team all girls, than had to go back and change it. I googled gender neutral names and chose the ones I liked please dont come at me!! Also its super late so I hope I kept reader Gn if not Ill change it right away!!

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[itsacruelsummerbaby]

HIDDEN FEELINGS

Emily finally lets you join them for a case, but things go south towards the end. But at least the drama brings some hidden feelings to the surface.

pairing: Spencer Reid x reader || tags: post-prison!Spencer, fem!reader, age gap, professor-student relationship, canon-typical violence || wc: 2.8k || navigation

“Penelope showed me a team photo from a few years ago,” you begin as you take a seat next to Spencer on the jet. 

This is the first time Emily let you join them, although only on the condition of staying at the base of operations, to which you agreed without hesitation. You’ve been thinking about how they work in the field ever since you joined the team three weeks ago, and despite almost all of them giving you an insight during conversations, those were just words.

Anyway, he gives you a surprised look at first, but then a small smile appears on his lips the moment you show him the picture on your phone.

He takes the device from your hand and zooms in, taking a better look at the previous members of the BAU. “Don’t get me wrong, I love this version of the team, but the old one? That was my favorite–don’t tell the others, though.”

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips as you take the phone back and moves the zoomed picture to the part where he can be seen. “This short hair? Damn, that suits you so much,” you note with a smile.

“Careful,” he warns you, but there’s no real bite in his voice.

You shrug. “I’m just being honest. It puts some real good emphasis on that killer jawline you have.” It’s hard to miss the crease forming on his forehead, so you’re quick to backpedal with your hands held up. “Sorry, there’s a line I overstepped.”

There’s a strange look in his eyes that can only be seen for a brief moment, but you don’t miss it, and it kicks your brain into overdrive. What was this all about? You saw it, but you simply can’t decode it, no matter how hard you try.

Well, you’re not a real profiler yet, so you don’t beat yourself up over it too much. 

After flashing a small, apologetic smile at him, you get up to pour yourself some coffee in the back, hoping this could avert your thoughts for a while. You’re here to work and learn, you can’t make such flirty comments, even if it’s nothing more than a game.

Because why would Dr. Spencer Reid want something from someone like you? He’s older, a literal genius, an expert in his field, while you’re just a student who got a summer job at the FBI out of pity. Yeah, it must have been nothing more but pity, what else could it be?

“I’m glad I caught you alone,” you hear Emily’s kind voice from next to you. When you look up with a smile, she leans against the counter. “Are you nervous? That’s the unfortunate thing about being among profilers, you know, we notice every single sign that gives these things away.”

“I mean, it’s sure a lot to take in, and we haven’t even arrived yet.” 

There’s a beat of silence while you try to gather your thoughts. First mistake. Emily’s eyes narrow slightly, and she even tilts her head to the side as she watches you, probably looking for the signs that can give away your real feelings. 

“I was thinking more about you and Spencer. I couldn’t help but watch you two interact, and there’s definitely something… I don’t even know. Unresolved? Maybe that’s the best word to describe it,” she says. 

You utter a quiet uhm, which turns out to be the second mistake. 

The unit chief puts up her hands in defeat, but there’s a small, knowing smile on her lips. “Look, forget I said anything, you’ll figure this out on your own.”

And with that she returns to Rossi, leaving you standing there completely dumbfounded. Your gaze turns to Spencer for a moment, but he’s busy watching his boss with a suspicious look on his face until he suddenly turns to you. When your eyes meet, he gulps and returns his attention to his book. 

Having a feeling that he doesn’t need your company, you return to your seat next to Luke, who gives you a questioning look that says, ‘Do I want to know?’ You shake your head, then lean back and close your eyes to get some rest until you land.

At first, you take notes on your phone every time the team gathers to discuss what they’ve found, already stitching the profile’s little pieces together. But soon the amount of information becomes overwhelming and you kinda lose track of where exactly they are now, so you give up and decide to take mental notes instead.

“It’s a lot to take in, right?” Luke asks you towards the end of the day, and you only blink at him with a confused look on your face. “Do you know what might help?” he goes on with a smile on his face, clearly knowing what’s going on inside your head.

In the past few weeks he somehow became the person you trust the most, some sort of a big brother that looks out for you, no matter what. You appreciated his kindness, especially when he gave you insight about what it’s like to be a newbie on this team. 

At least Penelope wasn’t stand-offish with you. Quite the opposite, actually, she even invited you for a drink on your first day.

“Ask questions.” It sounds so simple, yet so hard. How do you ask questions without looking like a complete idiot? He seems to notice what you’re thinking about, because he goes on. “You’re not a profiler, but I know you want to learn. So, ask away whenever you have the chance, I’m sure everyone will be glad to help out if they have the time to explain things.”

You let out a sigh as you put your hands in the pockets of your jacket. “I don’t want to bother them, they have a lot on their plates,” you admit. 

“Okay, I have an idea. While we’re here, we’ll meet in the hotel lobby every night after work, and you can ask whatever you want. How does that sound?” he asks with a smile. 

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be a problem for you?” He takes a deep breath as he rolls his eyes, but you can tell he’s not really mad at you. “Alright, this sounds good then. Thank you.”

He nods, and you can tell he wants to say something, but then his attention shifts to something behind you, and you can’t help but follow his gaze. In the door of the room the team’s working in, there’s Spencer who’s watching the two of you with a deep frown, but the moment your eyes lock, he turns on his heels and walks away. Just like that, without saying as much as good night. 

You don’t miss the thoughtful hum Luke lets out at this, but he doesn’t comment on what just happened. 

On the second day of your stay, Tara and JJ offer to take you to the police station in the morning. They both have a pretty suspicious smile on their face whenever they look at you, and it takes every ounce of willpower to remain silent. 

But not five minutes into the trip, Tara turns in the passenger seat to look at you. “What’s your impression so far? This is the first time we brought you along after all,” she notes with a kind smile.

It’s hard to put the flurry of thoughts in your head into words, but after giving yourself a few seconds to think, you give it a try. “It’s a lot to take in, especially when you start brainstorming, but I’m everything but bored. I know I don’t do much to help, but I’m doing my best to absorb as much knowledge as I can. I’m glad Emily decided to bring me along, I’ll have to figure out how to thank her.”

There’s an exchange of glances between the two profilers in the front seats, one that you don’t understand. They looked surprised for a moment, but then they both had that same smile on their lips. 

“What is it?” you ask eventually as you put your hands on the backs of the seats to lean closer. 

JJ takes a deep breath, then looks at you through the rear view mirror. “It wasn’t her idea,” she admits, which draws a questioning hum out of you. “Penelope told Spence that you mentioned how good it would be if you could see us in the field once during your internship, and he convinced Emily to let you tag along.”

A quiet chuckle leaves your lips at this. “I’ll have to thank Penelope then,” you note, although you’re dying to add that Spencer deserves something too.

No, you have to ignore that voice that keeps reminding you of just how perfect he is. It’s kinda pathetic, really, how your mind has been thinking about him nonstop ever since you joined the team. 

Okay, no, it began back during his classes.

Damn it, you think, hoping your internal struggle isn’t that obvious from the outside.

To your luck, the conversation shifts back to the case, and the two profilers tell you trade secrets you usually wouldn’t hear. While you stayed behind with Penelope, she taught you things too, but you wanted to see what it’s like to be a profiler in case you ever wanted to choose this career, so being here was much more valuable. 

When Tara touches a topic you already heard a lot about, the words spill out from your lips before you can stop yourself. “Yeah, Luke mentioned that yesterday.” Her eyes narrow, and for a moment she glances over at JJ, who now has a knowing little smile on her face. “What?” you ask. 

“It’s just,” Tara begins slowly, carefully thinking about how to phrase what she wants to say. “Based on how much effort Spencer put into getting you this intern position, we thought he would be the one to teach you. But it seems like he’s barely talking to you, at least in front of us.”

Your brain momentarily short-circuits at this. “Yeah, he secured this position, but he has a lot of responsibilities, I guess he’s happy someone else takes the time to teach me,” you say hesitantly, and when JJ hums in a way you don’t really like, you can’t stop yourself. “What was that hum? I heard it, there must be a reason.”

She looks at you for a moment through the mirror before turning her attention back to the road ahead. “I’m not sure if happy is the right word, that’s all. Look, I’ve known him for a long time, he’s one of my closest friends, I can see if something’s bothering him. That’s all I’m saying, I don’t want to get too involved in this. You two will have to figure it out yourselves,” she says, closing this topic for now. 

It was too late by the time you noticed there was someone behind you. 

The unsub walked into the police station without any of the present cops noticing, and when he saw you sitting behind a desk, he decided to take you as hostage, so now you’re standing there with his arm around your chest and a knife held to your neck. It’s terrifying, there’s no better word to describe it, but within seconds he has several weapons aimed at him, and you can hear it in his voice that he’s losing hope that he could get out of this alive. 

To you, it doesn’t matter if he regrets coming here, it doesn’t matter if he dies, all you can think about is the possibility of him taking you down with him. He has nothing to lose, why would he leave you alive? 

What happens around you in the next few minutes is a blur. You close your eyes to fight your tears, and it turns out the darkness is almost soothing, especially after you tune out the voices too. But then you hear a gunshot right next to you, and in a moment you feel him let you go, to which you react by quickly taking a few steps away from him. 

When you look back, you can see Matt standing there beside the lifeless body of the unsub, gun in hand, and somehow the sight of a dead man is what makes you break down. The tears are flowing harder than before as you collapse onto the ground, your back resting against the desk you were sitting behind as you pull up your knees to your chest. 

“Hey, come with me.” 

You look up at the person who’s kneeling next to you, and you find Spencer there, watching you with a worried look on his face. There are so many things you want to say, but you simply can’t get yourself to speak up, so you just take his extended hand and let him help you up. He takes you to the small kitchen across the station, far from the unsub, far from the things you want to forget. 

The moment the two cops who are drinking coffee there leave, he closes the door and leans against it with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s defensive, building a distance for some reason, but in your current state of mind, you can’t bother to think about it. So, you just wait as you try to breathe, inhaling then exhaling over and over again. 

“I won’t ask if you’re okay, because it’s clear you’re shaken,” he suddenly speaks up. 

You nod, genuinely glad he doesn’t feel like interrogating you about your feelings. But despite all this, a part of you can’t stop thinking about the why. Why did he bring you here, away from the rest of the team? Or did he just plan to separate you from the body of the man who attacked you until they cleaned up the scene? 

Spencer takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair as he paces in front of you. “You should go back to the hotel and stay there until we go home. I’ll talk to Emily, I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I stayed with you,” he goes on, and he finally looks at you–really looks at you–which makes your heart skip a beat. 

There’s so much pain and guilt in those hazel eyes, as if he assumed it was his fault this happened. How can he think that? What on Earth could possibly make him believe the unsub attacking you was his fault? 

Following your instincts, you step closer to him and gulp, still hesitating a little if you should do what you’re planning to do. His brows furrow as he looks down at you, but he doesn’t stop you when you put your hands on his shoulders to make sure he’s focusing on you in the next few seconds. 

“Please, tell me you’re not blaming yourself for what happened,” you say softly. Your heart clenches when he gulps and licks his lips, because you can tell that’s exactly what’s happening, just as you assumed. “Spencer, no one knew he would show up here. This place was supposed to be safe, you couldn’t have known.” 

His hands drop to his sides as he thinks about what to say. “I’m so sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse. 

You shake your head a little at this. “It's not your fault.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” Spencer points out with a sigh. 

Having no idea what he’s referring to, you give him a questioning look, but he chooses to act instead of speaking, and puts a hand on the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss. You return it without hesitation, but it doesn’t last long, because he pulls away eventually to rest his forehead against yours. 

He remains silent for a few seconds, maybe waiting for you to say something, maybe trying to stall to think it through. Eventually, he kisses the tip of your nose and says, “Do you know what bothers me besides bringing you here and putting you in danger? That I don’t know if this kiss was a mistake or the right thing to do. Which one is it?” he wonders, as if you knew the answer. 

He’s right. This is a question even you don’t have the answer to. 

But with so many things going on in your head, from the unsub issue to the kiss, you don’t have the brain capacity to think about the consequences. Because there will be consequences, that’s guaranteed. 

[sakura-hitomi]

I am on my way to become a teacher. In the Netherlands we have various routes on how to become one. I got my degree at becoming a teacher assistant. Which means I assist the teacher in everything, from handling kids to preparing classes and giving lessons.

My love for Snape comes from that place. Snaters often say I shouldn't give class and such. Well the kids adore me, I get tons of tiny gifts from kids who would say otherwise than the snaters do. I don't get money gifts but I get tiny shiny rocks, stickers, glitter stones, drawings, you name it.

Sure, in my dutch culture, a teacher like Snape wouldn't be socially accepted immediately. But if the school in Netherlands had to choose between Snape, Remus, Minerva and Hagrid? The schools would choose Snape without a doubt.

Matter of fact, my aunt is similar to Snape. Calling kids out for staring a lot, being mean to others, or being slow, you name it. Yet without fail at every Christmas dinner or birthday of hers, a big party is thrown in the school BY the parents of those children because they adore her. Kids adore her too. Like, the school knows about my aunt.

When I told a few kids I was substitute, they asked me why I call their ex-teacher (they were old students from my aunt) an "aunt" so I explained a bit of the family tree. They asked me "don't you find her scary?" So, even though she is scary, she is adored the shit out of.

Now, back to me. At school we don't learn full psychology course on how a child brain works but we are taught for signs. Snape showed plenty of those signs.

- clothing

- picking grass

- avoiding subject/nor vaguely wording it

- defensive

And so on. Now, if I had a child like Snape in my class. Believe me, I would not be ignoring him like many teachers did at their school. My heart breaks for Slytherin students, especially Snape. How can I look at a kid who is bullied for existing, ganged up on, and say "he deserves that because he'll become a racist later"

My ideals go against that. He's a child, he was just a kid, yet he got out better than a Sirius for example. The actual litteral definition of "I'm bullied at home so I will bully someone at school"

Sorry, but so many things would change. I'd seperate Remus and Peter from James and Sirius. To detoxify that group. Put the class clowns up front, Severus could be either up front or 2nd row. But James and Sirius definitely wouldn't go behind Snape. Yet they wouldn't sit next to each other.

Reason I want Remus and Peter away is to give them solidarity. At some point with James and Sirius sitting at front, ignoring them (since they actually only like each other), it would be a wake up call and they would lean onto each other much more. Give them their own confidence, because those two have always been trampled on by the main duo after all. Maybe peter would make wolfsbane for Remus at some point and they'll just ditch Sirius and James because peter hates how Remus is treated and Remus would actually embrace his prefect role when peter got involved. Slowly gaining more of an authortive figure to keep his house in line.

I'd probably put lily and Severus apart too, their relationship was not it. They remind me of the kids that would go cry and tell me "teacher, she's so mean to me, she said fuck you"

"But teacher, she began first, she threw sand on my hair"

"No, that's because you told me I couldn't play with your game!"

"That's because you and Emily were mean to me yesterday!"

"That only happened because you didn't invite me to your party"

"Well you told me you wouldn't invite me to your party next week!"

Like, stop! Stop it! Oh my god! Stop 😭. You're making teacher cry here. Lily and Snape relationship pretty much reminds me of that. It's stacking up resentment until it eventually blew up. I would detoxify that duo by partnering them up with different people. Of course, I wouldn't place lily with James. The kid that thinks girls say no is girls playing hard to get. No, James would need an extra class on the no-no-square.

With other slytherins? As long as I am not Minerva or Albus, pulling gryffindors to the front, I'm good I guess. I want equals in my classroom. I don't have enough information about Slytherins, to describe them well in my post but I either would break them up.

Or have them sit in a checker style, each house surrounded by other house. So yeah. As a teacher to be, I disapprove of how the Hogwarts treated Slytherins, especially snape, friendship dynamics would have altered in my class.

This would be my plan honestly. Hope it isn't too umbridge-y 😂

[ghost-doodles]

arcane!! on ice (characters)

if you have follow me then you know abt the au ive been writing so im also going to continue with some character ideas

also ive started working on some art for this damned au so I figure id start posting my thoughts with it

VIKTOR lastname (taking the place of victor in the au)

There are 2-2.5 years age difference between Viktor and Jayce 

Viktor has been one of the top figure skaters in the world and is Russias star

Is able to do 4 out of the 6th quads consistently (flip, lutz, toe loop, and salchow), however, until his injury he was working on obtaining the quad axel

has landed hus quad loop before but its not consitent enought that he doesnt usually put it in to his program 

He is well known for his quad lutz with difficult entry 

Along with his quad lutz is well known for scoring high in technical points and skating skills in PCS 

While not the best is considerably more flexible than the average male figure skater and tends to pull of moves not commonly seen in males figure skating

While his flexibility is hindered due to his conditions its more of the after affects which shows up rather than a lack of flexibility ability as a whole 

Came from a rough town and his talent was accidentally discovered by a smaller yet competitive coach (Singed)

Viktor has a malformed tendon in his leg which, while not impairing his skating greatly does tend to act up and often after a long comp requires him to take a few days off to rest (Tendonopathy) along with Femur Anteversion (more significant in his right leg)

Although it has corrected itself significantly (~90%) since his childhood at times he is a bit pigeon toed while walking and his knees are more susceptible to injuries 

Also has some chronic lower back pain which occasionally works up during competition

Has been battling asthma since he was little 

This man pretty much looked at what God gave him and said fuck you I’m going to do what I want to do

He has been at the top of the game since his senior debut when he was 15-16 and immediately took gold at the Russian nationals and bronze at the European championship 

took his first gold at the GPF when he was 18 and has essentially been winning since (or at least getting on the podium)

When he was younger and was better at staying out the the limelight, but was known to be highly ambitious and innovative with choreography but not much else given his want to remains introverted

At times not completely listening to his coach and straight up vanishing after a competition 

But as he started winning more of his personality was show with more interviews and seems to be fairly cold and not always the best socially (hes a little sassy) but despite this he is still known to be very kind and is generally well liked among skaters

can be a bit egotistical at times but its rare

The biggest thing with Viktor is actually a bit of an open secret

There are rumors that his training and how he chooses to take care of himself is rough at best if not abusive at worst and it seems that his coach only encourages it 

No one has gotten a straight story from either of them and he has never been caught doping or doing anything illegal either but a few of his rink mates have made concerning comments about some of the stuff Viktor is known to do 

But again nothing is concrete so there isn’t much people can do and once he became an adult people started caring a bit less

Owns a disabled cat that was gifted to him by singed when he was young 

Names it Rio 

for the actual plot links below and again im not a figure skater so forgive if I messed something up

Arcane!! on ice AU: p.t 1

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How would you write Natalie?

Every season seems to reimagine Nathalie's character into something totally different, so there are a lot of options to pick from while staying true to canon. I think season three's Nathalie was probably her best look in terms of her role in the narrative, but I'd nix her season three motivation (love of Gabriel) and replace it with the retconned motivation from season five (love of Emilie).

This new version of Nathalie will clearly know everything and be happily helping right from day one. While you could have this be because of romantic love for Emilie, my preference is to keep things platonic. I do this for two reasons.

The first one is simplicity. If your focus is on the teens and not the villains, then you generally want to keep the villains straightforward and easy to understand because they're not going to get a ton of screen time. I'd only go some sort of love triangle or polyamorous setup if Gabriel and Nathalie are a big focus of the plot as that's not the sort of thing you can explain in a few lines. To this day, I'm confused by what canon was doing with Gabriel and Nathalie in season three. Gabriel's motivation is supposed to be his wife, but season three made it seem like he had romantic feelings for Nathalie. It was a really weird choice that undermined his character unless we're supposed to think Gabriel, Nathalie, and Emilie were some sort of triad.

The second reason is that I want canon to be a team show that equally values romantic love and platonic love on the hero side. If we go that route, then the villains should showcase the dark sides of both romantic and platonic love. Gabriel is our source of corrupted, selfish romantic love. Nathalie is our source of corrupted, selfish platonic love. I'd only keep her motivation romantic if you nix the team and keep canon focused on the love square.

The other change I'd make is focused on the peacock. I've already talked about the fact that the sentimonster power is broken as hell, so we're scrapping that. The peacock is getting a new power. What it is isn't actually all that important. What matters is what it means for Nathalie's role. The episode Felix established that Nathalie is a trained fighter, so instead of her sending out sentimonsters, Nathalie is now going into the field as another fighter. She's there to support the akumas and raise the stakes. The peacock will still be broken, so this is still something that doesn't happen right away. It's a mid-game stake raise done when Nathalie realizes that akumas aren't enough.

This is actually the reason I like to keep Kagami around. She's been established to practice multiple combat sports, so I'd give her something more than sword skills and have her be brought in to counter Nathalie and to teach the other heroes how to actually fight now that they're up against a trained fighter. I just love the idea of Kagami's genuine joy when she realizes that her fellow heroes are basically bulletproof and she can go full out on them. Ladynoir bonding over their mutual fear of their new brutal trainer is a fantastic way to build up their relationship. It's one of the may ways to build out the team without diluting their relationship.

This also gives Kagami a unique role in the team, something that is desperately needed. Every member of the team should be there for a reason, ideally one that goes beyond their powers. It even takes her bossiness and makes it a strength! Canon made her pushing Adrien around a purely negative trait added to show that she's not Adrien's True Love and I'm not a fan of that. Bossy girls get enough flack in the real world without supposed girl power shows adding to that nonsense. At the very least, Kagami's bossiness should be a strength and a weakness. It should not be a pure weakness that seems to magically go away when Felix shows up.

[samcrosfaith]

GONE WITH THE SIN / CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Happy Lowman x fem!OC

You can find all chapters to this story in my main masterlist {pinned post}, it'll lead you to the right masterlist! 🖤

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RANDI SAT ON THE floor with Abel, a coloring book on the coffee table in front of them, in which they both colored while Thomas played with his stuffed animals and cars right next to them. Over the last year, she had missed exactly those moments and sometimes she was even sad about having missed out on everything her nephews had learned while she was gone.

"Mommy said you're staying", Abel chirped, his focus still on the coloring book. "Is that true?"

Randi looked up, proudly watching how focused Abel was. "Your mommy is right, buddy. If you want, you can stay over at our place for a sleepover next weekend."

"Yes please", Abel exclaimed excitedly, his head snapping up. Throwing his crayon aside, he crawled around the table and climbed onto Randi's lap. "Can we have popcorn and play lots of board games?"

"You can have all the popcorn you want", Randi winked before surprising her nephew with a tickle attack, his laughter instantly filling her chest with warmth. "And we're staying up as long as you want, how does that sound?"

"I heard popcorn and staying up late?" Jax strolled into the living room, keys still jingling in his hand. With his signature grin, he plopped down on the couch after scooping Thomas onto his arm. "What promises are being made here without me?"

Because of Abel's laughter, Randi hadn't even noticed him walk through the door. She slowly released Abel from her grasp so he could climb onto the couch with Jax, leaving her alone on the floor.

Mischief gleamed in her eyes as she shrugged innocently and rubbed her palms against her black jeans. "We were just talking about our next sleepover."

"Is that so?" Jax shook his head before he pulled a few tiny pieces of paper out of Randi's messy bun and arched an eyebrow with a grin. "What did you do?"

Randi wanted to answer, but Abel was faster, his bright blue eyes filled with joy. "Randi made a garland for my room! And Thommy got one too."

"Did she?" Jax asked as he ran a hand over his son's head, smiling sincerely as the boy's eyes began to shine even more as he nodded eagerly. "You have to show me later, okay buddy?"

Abel nodded again and climbed around on Jax' lap. "I have a garland with cars and Thommy has a garland with lots of animals!"

"You might find scraps of paper everywhere in the next few days, sorry about that", the brunette shrugged with an sheepish smile. "But the boys' smiles were worth bringing chaos to your house."

Jax snorted a laugh, nudging her leg with his foot, his white Nikes clean as always. "I'll just let you clean up before you leave."

"Hey, I already entertained your kids, you do the rest", Randi shot back with a chuckle, tucking a few strands of hair that had come loose from the bun behind her ear before glancing at the clock above the archway. "Okay, I have to go. Happy wants to leave first thing in the morning and I still have to pack a small bag."

"Are you sure I shouldn't come with you?" Jax' forehead fell into a thoughtful frown after he set both boys down next to him, his forearms now resting on his knees. "That Steven guy; Happy told me about him."

"Of course he did", Randi sighed, but didn't hold it against her fiancé. Instead, she just waved it off and flinched slightly when Jax suddenly grabbed her hand. "Hey, what..", her voice faded, replaced by a grin as Jax started at the ring on her finger and then her. "He asked me yesterday and I said yes", she explained with a warm smile.

"No shit", the blonde snorted, clearly feeling offended that he didn't find out about it right away. "And you're only telling me this now? What happened to you calling me about every little thing?"

"Well, maybe, Jax, I just became more independent", she teased as she slowly pulled her hand out of his and fiddled with the ring on her finger with a proud smile. "He just wanted to make sure I really stayed this time."

"How romantic", Jax muttered with his usual cocky grin, followed by a laugh vibrating in his chest as Randi swatted his arm. "No need to get violent."

"Just shut up, idiot", Randi laughed under her breath, shaking her head in disbelief. "I should've never left. To be honest, I'm glad he's even giving me a second chance."

Exhaling loudly, Jax let himself fall back into the cushions of the beige couch, lifting a corner of his mouth. "You were the only woman he ever wanted, Randi. We all knew that he always hoped you'd come back."

"He was also the only man I've ever truly lovedᅳ and will always love", she said, emphasizing her last words. With her palm planted against the surface of the table, she finally got up from the floor and grabbed her bag that was sitting next to the couch. "Are you good here alone? Or do you still need my help?"

Jax shook his head, lifting himself up to walk Randi to the door. When Abel and Thomas immediately clung to Randi's legs, he snorted a laugh. "Looks like two of your fans don't want to let you leave."

"Aunt Randi has to stay!" His lips stuck out in a pout, his small arms still wrapped tightly around Randi's leg, Abel looked up at his aunt. "Pleaaaase! I still wanna eat ice cream with you."

"Ice cream?", Jax asked, clearly amused when he saw Randi's sheepish look and flushed cheeks. "Did Aunt Randi promise ice cream again?"

"Well..", the brunette trailed, smiling sweetly as she just lifted her shoulders into a shrug. "You know, I just can't say no to them. That's the downside of choosing me as your babysitter."

"Ice cream", Thomas demanded stubbornly, although even that sounded cute as he imitated his brother and didn't let go of Randi's leg.

"Can't leave you alone for two hours", Jax muttered while rolling his eyes with a smirk. Grabbing each of the boys' arms, he tried to pull them off his sister's legs. "Okay, you'll get your ice cream and maybe even pizza later. But only if you let Randi go home now."

When Abel and Thomas let go of her legs instantly while cheering loudly, Randi clutched her chest in mock-offense. "Ouch, kind of hurts to know that ice cream and pizza can replace me that quickly."

"Well, get used to it. If you ever have kids yourself, you'll realize how quickly you can be second in line", Jax winked, sending a grin in his sister's direction when she just snorted a laugh. "Call me if you need anything, alright?"

"You know I don't want kids, I'll just keep spoiling my precious nephews. Sorry to disappoint you, but you're not going to be an uncle", the brunette chirped, giving Jax a comforting pat on the shoulder before opening the door. "Thanks, but I'm leaving my furniture in Seattle anyway and all the rest should fit into my car."

"You say that now, but I'm not giving up hope", the blonde winked, but Randi knew he was just joking and not serious at all. It was her decision whether she wanted children or not. "Okay, let me know when you get there and please keep Happy from ending up in jail."

A somewhat nervous laugh fell from Randi's lips as she was already exiting the house while Jax leaned against the doorframe. "I'll try my best, can't promise anything."

Jax chuckled, his arms loosely crossed. "Well, if that isn't reassuring."

Randi snorted another laugh before blowing her nephews a kiss, turning on her heels and heading to her car. If she left now, she would still have enough time to pack after a short stop at her parents' house.

ᅳ

HER PHONE VIBRATED again on the nightstand but Randi kept ignoring it while she made sure she had packed enough clothes for the next four or five days. A half-packed duffle bag was on the neatly made bed in front of her, the rosé-colored fabric a soft contrast to the white bedspread.

"Okay, okay", she mumbled as the screen lit up again. Expecting the worst at first, maybe some new messages from Steven, she breathed out a sigh of relief when she opened three messages from Tara. "I knew it. Fucker can't keep his mouth shut."

Tara; Are you serious?! Why didn't you tell me?

Tara; You're really getting married!! We have to celebrate when you get back. And next time I want to be the first to know. But luckily your brother can't keep his mouth shut.

Tara; Are you still looking for a bridesmaid? I'd be available ;)

Randi pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth twitching upward as she typed a quick reply, with an apology at the end for not telling her the news herself this morning when she came over to babysitᅳ but Tara had to rush to work after she had gotten a call that it was almost impossible to exchange any words.

Randi; I'm only telling you this because I know you can keep your mouth shut until we get back but..Happy and I were planning to get married in Seattle, spontaneously, just him and me. Are you mad now?

Three dots appeared on the screen and the Morrow woman waited impatiently for a response. She chewed her lip nervously, hoping Tara wasn't mad and wouldn't tell anyone. Relief settled in her chest as the next message popped up.

Tara; Hurts my heart and soul, but I'll forgive youᅳ not so sure about your brother, Anne and your parents. Have fun, send me a picture of your outfit!

Randi; I'll take care of that when we get back, just keep it to yourself until then. Love you.

Tara; My lips are sealed, love you too.

With a shake of her head and a laugh slipping past her lips at the dramatic response of her best friend, she tossed the phone aside and looked up as Happy came into the bedroom, his own duffle bag in his hand, which, still empty, landed on his side of the bed shortly afterwards.

"You should hurry", the brunette teased lovingly, shoveling a stack of his clothes already folded into her hands and holding them out to him. "I've already picked out a few things for both of us."

"You didn't have to", the SAA croaked, though a grin tugged at his lips as he picked up the stack and looked at his fiancée, wondering why she had been laughing when he had entered the room. "What was so funny?"

"But I wanted to", Randi shrugged as she checked the small extra bag to see if she had all her makeup and toiletries. At his question she just shot him a crooked smile, throwing the dark brown makeup bag into her duffle bag. "Jax saw the ring on my finger, after that I owed him an explanationᅳ and Tara just found out from him."

"Yeah, I know, he texted me earlier and threw a tantrum about why I didn't say anything", he told her with a hoarse laugh before studying the brunette. "So, is she pissed?"

Closing the zipper of her bag, Randi heaved it to the floor and jumped onto the bed with her knees, the mattress bouncing under her. "Nope, she even promised me not to tell anyone. I hope Jax sticks to that too. You guys gossip more than schoolgirls."

Happy shook his head with a huff as he folded a grey shirt that was still on the bed. "Says who? You ever heard me gossip?"

"Babe, just because you aren't a talkative person doesn't mean everyone is as quiet as you", she replied with a cheeky chirp before ducking her head as Happy threw the shirt at her, her stomach fluttering as one of his rare laughs vibrated in his chest. "I really can't wait to marry you, you know that?"

She eyed the man whose last name she would be bearing in less than four days in awe, watching his boisterous expression fade and his features harden, becoming more serious again.

He pushed his bag aside before his hand came forward to pull her closer to him across the mattress by her upper arm. "You know I'm marrying you because I love you, not just because I want proof that you're staying this time, right?"

"Of course I know that, Hap", she reassured him with a small, genuine smile. Her palms came to rest on his chest, her head tilted slightly to the side. "But I can also understand that you need a certain amount of security."

Happy nodded appreciatively, glad that she understood him. That was why he loved the woman so much; he had never had to give her much of an explanation. Instead, the two understood each other without words. This was the connection he never knew he craved until he had met Randi.

"You going to show me the dress you told me about now?", he asked in a rasp as his hands slipped up to cup her face, holding it firmly. "I'd love to see you in it."

"Well, you'll have to be patient," Randi chirped, stealing a kiss from his lips. "It's still hanging in my closet in Seattle and I won't show it to you until the wedding."

It wasn't a special dress, not even close to a wedding dress; but the only one Randi had and actually liked to wear.

Happy just grunted, his expression grim but the grin on his lips didn't fade. "Even if you're a tease, I still love you, woman."

"It's only three more days, baby, you'll survive." Snaking her arms around his waist, the brunette hummed contentedly. "I love you too."

Randi rubbed the tip of her nose against his, teasing him by brushing his lips with hers, her hands slowly moving further down and under his shirt. In that moment, Happy claimed her lips, wasting no time before his tongue drove into her mouth demanding more, her body now pulled flush against his.

Her soft moans flowed into the feverish kiss and with a tug on his shirt she pulled him onto the bed with her, sliding back slightly as his body now hovered over her, planted firmly between her legs where he belonged.

In that case, the packing could wait.

[meepmoopmaap]

*Dionysus stopped walking, his own leopard spots trailing down his neck just like Theatrocles's did. The only difference being that Theatrocles's were smaller and there were more of them*

"You..." *Dionysus started, voice somewhat shaky as he kept his back to Zeus.* "You let me get passed around like a baton in a relay race. My first few years were just a big game of 'Hera wants the boy dead, get him out of my house'. Hermes, Queen Ino, Chiron, Silenus, every time I even considered settling something would happen and I'd have to go somewhere else." *Dionysus spat, nails digging into his palms as he clenched his fists.*

"And it's all. your. fault. My mother died because of your damned ego! You just couldn't bear the thought of her not believing you were Zeus!" *The god said, raising his voice as he slowly took on a more animalistic form. A leopard tail, satyr like horns, the slitted pupils of a wild cat. He turned to face his father, his expression a mix of hurt and rage*

"Who do you think you are to just show up and act like everything's fine?! Like you didn't leave me wandering the desert, begging you to kill me?!" *Dionysus asked, his tail flicking as he took a step closer to his dad. He wouldn't escalate to violence, he rarely did in arguments with his family, but it was clear that he wanted to* "And what the hell was that? Showing up to talk to Theatrocles like that? The boy is already troubled enough with the whole of Olympus against him, he doesn't need false hope." *Dionysus spat. He knew something was...off with Theatrocles, and he knew the boy's friendship with Dolus could bring about something wicked. He'd never admit it, but that's why he was so upset at Zeus's contact with the young god. If Theatrocles was planning something Dionysus wanted to be the one to find out, that way he could put a stop to it before a less merciful god caught Theatrocles*

((I saw the message about the hiatus, but I know i'll forget if I dont so i'm leaving this here for when you feel better, I just didn't want it to come off as if I were blatantly ignoring you!))

[A letter arrives, written in fancy caligraphy]

Dearest grandfather, King of Olympus, Lord of The Gods,

It is I, Theatrocles! I have a...favor to ask of you, and before you read on, please consider I am one of your only grandchildren who make an effort to talk to you and be nice to you!

You see I got into a nasty little fight with Selene, you know the moon goddess? The one who killed my father's lover, Ampelos?

Now i *know* my father used to go on and on about how Ampelos was better than Ganymede, so I'm sure there's a bit of animosity surrounding the whole...situation, but surely I am not to be lumped in with the people who cause such animosity! I wasn't even around during that transgression!

Now for my favor! And remember I have been nicer to you than most of your grandchildren, and even some of your actual kids! Could you make up some bullshit reason for Selene to leave Olympus for like, an hour? Pleeeeeease grandfather, she's threatening to CUT MY HAIR!!!!! THE WELL FROM WHICH MY POWERS AND INSPIRATION FLOWS!!!!!

With love, respect, and a heart of loyalty,

Theatrocles, Son Of Lord Dionysus, God of Theatrical Drama (and ass kissing. like seriously that sign off was SO obviously a suck up move. HES NOT EVEN A GOD HIS MOM IS ARIADNE?????)

((OOC: For context, hermes talks shit and adds insults onto Theatrocles's letters before sending them bc of an argument the two had. Theatrocles does not know)

OOC: You’re perfectly alright my friend. Still currently going through it, but I’m still up to respond. As for the context, it is very much appreciated

“Thank you, Hermes, for your commentary.”

*Zeus proceeded to read the letter, taking in the information as he let out a rumbling sigh, the sound much like distant thunder on the horizon.*

{The king of the gods own handwriting was in its own unique and neat calligraphy. The most notable feature being the larger letter at the beginning of each paragraph, stylized to look like the first line was an olive branch.}

Dear Theatrocles,

I would like to state that the situation between my son, your sire, Dionysus, and I have been working on our relationship. Kindly, please do not bring up the comparison of Ganymede and Ampelos again. It is something we are working on in private and I’d rather keep it that way. Especially since it is a sore spot for my Wife and I currently since we see Ganymede quite often due to him being my cupbearer.

Now, another thing, I must ask you to not put down my children again, or any of your cousins for that matter. They hold every right to feel and react to my actions as they wish. I will not shy from my past, but I will not stand for family putting each other down. Especially since I’ve been subject to uprisings before. Pray tell, do you remember how those went, dear grandchild of mine? Not well for my wife or brother, Poseidon. I highly recommend remembering that I am the strongest of my siblings.

He may be the earthshaker and my wife the queen, but I reign above them. I am the king of the gods. My power isn’t to be undermined, dear child.

As of the favor, send me to her. She has no reason to demand you to cut your hair from which you gain your power from.

-From,

Zeus Basileus

*Zeus hands the letter to Hermes with a hardened, but not unkind expression. A low sigh escaped his lips as he went to go check on his brothers in the meantime.*

Basileus is Zeus’ epithet meaning “King”. Made most sense other than his other epithet “Hypatus”/“Hypsistus” meaning “Supreme”. King felt more fitting for this though since he doesn’t tolerate any amount of potential hubris.

[ganondoodle]

i am coming up with more and more worldbuilding around my redesign/write of the sonau (zonai) as whole that all, to me at least, works so well with what was there in botw its making me kinda more mad what they were in totk and also that even in my rewrite they wont be really there in the game and all that background stuff im writing now isnt gonna be in there clearly- in the final 'product' its all supposed to be ... like a trace you can follow and put the pieces together, but only if you think about it

i find that is some of the most interesting stuff, when something in a game is kept mysterious and very vague, but if you look right and think about everything that is there to discover you can paint yourself a picture of it, in a way that is clear all what you came up with and could piece together WAS thought out beforehand bc it all flows into each other naturally, like having to excavate antique puzzle pieces that never straight up tell you stuff yet still paint a picture you can make sense of- ESPECIALLY if its something that doesnt hinder people that dont really care about lore but is all the more satisfying to those that do care

my horrible desire to think and put pieces together which totk is the anti game for, if you think at all it gets worse and worse

[sysig]

2024 Purge (Part 3)

A whole Three-Parter for 2024! Damned very completely took over my brain and I made so many many doodles about it haha <3 Also ft. Helix and SCII generally, and a few other cursory Damned-style things :)

Little mini ZEX walk cycle from his Kissing Strangers meme ♥ He’s so cute, wobbling around on these weird new legs, not used to using these stiff arms to assist him back up!

Floorplans!! Of the Vyer Estate, I unfortunately don't know the layout/room configuration of estates or mansions very well haha, so I kinda just guessed at what kind of structure the house would have - I could've looked up blueprints, but the foyer is such a strong image in my head that every other room kind of fell off around it lol - though I still oscillate between seeing the stairs in the frontmost room or to the sides, hmm

Many many speculations, including the outer spaces, yard out front and in back, what all is within their fencing, if its built on a slab or foundation, if there's a crawlspace or cellar or full basement, ahh, so many possibilities! You can see in the left full-view I mistakenly put Dex's room on the first floor lol, both his and Max's room are explicitly described as being upstairs, on a separate floor from the kitchen. Very important! But where is the master bedroom...? The two on the right are kind-of both of the same thing; the platform at the top of the foyer double stairs, and the room beneath it that leads outside to the back garden - I moved the dining room around here and there, it would be nice to open up the back doors and have a dinner party able to go in and out I think :)

Going a bit more granular, made some temps for Max's room specifically - he hangs out there a lot, it's important! Even pulled out my grid paper for this one haha, fun to have an actual floorplan kind of look with tile-spaced everything! Very Sims, quite fun. I do like the idea of him having a window seat, but he's also described as standing in front of his windows so that probably wouldn't be the Only type he'd have hmm

On the topic of the Sims, I ended up making the three mockups in the Sims 2 as well! I do like this one - I was especially surprised that Max was even able to get to the bed! I thought the dresser would be in the way but no, it’s all walkable :D Very pleased. Not fully satisfied with the placement of his en suite tho, would it encroach into his room itself, or be tucked into a wall...? I kind of like that idea of that :0

The double bay windows is maybe a bit much, but I mean. Idle rich lol. At one point he’s looking out the window and then backs Dex up against a wall, but Which wall hmmm, must align room layout with seduction attempts, very important

Switching entirely over, you might remember the card I posted of Stanley, and the small mention of having made a matching card for the Narrator... I may have made significantly more than just that lol, I can't help it!! The Damned structure is wonderfully made, it invites creative speculation and idea generation at a nearly alarming rate! I commend the game builders for their craft. So I made a bunch of the faces I'd want to see at the institute lol, I love duos the most-most, so picking a pair from several of my favourite pieces of media was just ahh! Yes!

Apaultheosis and Emma seemed like a particularly fun match :D Would that make Paul his "real" counterpart...? I mean, it says Matthew right there lol, but would he just act like Paul? Would be doubly weird if Paul-proper showed up while the Apotheosis was out swanning around haha, Apaultheosis really seems like the right level of "belongs in an institute" to have a lot of fun with :) And if it's my immune-Emma AU in particular, Emma's already used to having to be around a bunch of weirdos haha

The LAC boys!!! ♥ Making everyone's little background was a lot of fun too - yellow for the TSPs, blue splotches for the Hatchetfield duo, little devil trappings for these two :D Such fun! It was also very fun to write up everyone's little personalities in simple phrasing, really break them all down to their core characterizations haha. Helps with not pushing them too far one way or another too! Would they do any given thing because [trait]? S'fun!

Weird Duo, the Watchers pulled from And the Universe Shifts - the explorations of villains having to put up being on the same side as/having to get along with heroes really makes for an interesting examination of how they'd go about doing that! These two are still absolutely insufferable, but they're also trying to escape! It's interesting :0 Also casual headcanon of how the institute would deal with enby/trans characters, possibly something I've had a lot of thoughts about lol

Last fanduo from the first batch - all of these were made over the course of like, two days, if that lol, I was very excited about this idea - I genuinely love how anime/JRPG characters are usually given fake names also in Japanese, it's very fun :D I only did so halfway for Nova's since she's only ever had the one kind of anglicized personal name, no family name - could she also be a kid from Jersey? Such mysteries haha. She also probably wouldn't have her hair clips during the day unfortunately :P But I couldn't resist drawing them, she's not her without them! The Watchers get their masks, give my girl her barrettes!

Back to Helix, more short-haired Max! I do like this one but I also thought the pose was silly so I held off on it haha, he looks cute with short hair! <biased towards Max generally

Another one that was too silly to put anywhere haha, ZEX being attacked by an invisible Kayako - Teisel is very confused at your inexplicable reactions, Admiral!

Normally I wouldn't post my studies, partially because they're mostly for my own benefit, to better understand how to draw a character, and also because I am usually very ❤️💕💖💞💗 in my commentary lol, as evidenced. I was excited to see him!! Especially in the institute uniform!!! <3 I'd doodled him a couple times as such but Seeing it, ahh <3 <3 So cute, wonderful ♪♫

Max! Another half-study, frog mouthed boy <3 Goofy floofy lad, love him <3

And another! This time of him being teary-mad, gosh he's adorable no matter what he's up to

Hehe <3 A particularly silly one in reaction to Dexter having arm-pinned him on the floor - how different certain things look in hindsight, through the lense of a crush, hm?

Talanaaaa ♪ In actuality she removed her shirt, but how cute would it have been to tie it up at her side instead ahhh

Lovestruck Zelnick, totally listening, mmhm <3

The silliness continues! Was thinking about the little pink bits at the end of VUX tendrils and how I've sometimes seen them speculated as also being little tongues? I'm still not sure what I think about it! It is good and potentially creepy I think, but would they taste? Would they be as dexterous? Hmmm, thoughts thoughts

A dandelion for the sunshine Captain <3

There he is! The sunniest boy of them all! Sweetest sweet lad ♥ Love him :)

Speculating ZEX plushie stuff still - going over the construction of his uniform, possibly as part of his body, possibly as something to dress him in so he can be fitted into other clothes as well :0 I'm still considering the tail slot, but probably only for uniform-as-body - otherwise, laying his tunic overtop his tail would probably be the easiest all the way around. I do like VUX with short tails too tho, hmm, how to make it visible... On the right are a few more detail ideas :D Different eye styles, what would be embroidered vs. sewn together etc. - I considered felt medals and badges, but I really think embroidery would have the prettiest result! Even my notes say so haha, that and where to put weighted pellets in place of fluffy stuffing :)

Speaking of plush 👀 Ahem

An alternate Strawberry Blond panel, ZEX pulling him up fully to look at him hhh I love him <3

And also touching him a bit, what is this feeling DAX is feeling! ZEX has some ideas :3c Though when doesn't he lol

More DAX expressions! Angy and owie, they do tend to go hand-in-hand, poor lad got well-knocked around and he still ended up the least injured of the three!

Rando icons, I can't help myself ♪ This uniform has its hooks in me, is it the ominous smiley face's bright yellow on boring grey, the contrast, the sameness?? I just like it! Was a fun small and simple thing to pull together :)

I actually started this set somewhat early on, speculating what DAX's MU scene might be, but never ended up with anything solid - since he wasn't there initially, it's hard to think of what would be a fitting torture for him, apart from what Was there i.e. having to watch what ZEX went through :( That does seem like it'd leave some pretty massive mental scars on him - always always always unable to save him in the moments where it really counts! :'0 But it doesn't do anything to his Body, and that's supposed to be the point of MU! I do still like many things here, DAX's offer of self-sacrifice being rejected and him being powerless to do anything else

And the way I used hashmarks to imply his eyes going fuzzy with them both open and the stress - looks like a pause symbol haha

Also a big fan of the little corner doodle being so cute and wholesome, the two of them excitedly circling each other, excited to see each other! I love-loved that so much in their meeting <3 <3

Then there was that one time DAX and DAX met, that was fun :) If only ZEX had shown up, then what would DAX do! Self-defense in a way hehe, that's one way of getting on the same side haha

The raw doodle that eventually became Get Out of the Way! For as sad a way as it was to go out - failing to be protected, the last of his allies, not even able to wield his own weapon effectively - it does still remind me of a silly quote. Those dogs were indeed very nasty!

A temp doodle of Dexter holding both Max's clothes and ZEX's uniform after his "discharge" (;;) from the institute, the only things he has left to hold onto 💔 So very little left of him :(

I at one point asked smol who she’d put in the institute for funsies and she picked Maison Talo, and so I tossed Apaultheosis at him - they do both consider humans as prey! Just, a bit differently lol. Would the Apotheosis even be able to convert a Realtor by their lure? Where does the goo need to be to start to take effect, many questions

Stanley Icons <3 It's only fitting that my first choice for a card gets his own set of reactions! Icons like these are actually really fun to make - pulling around from my doodles, slapping a bit of colour overtop, edits to screenshots (Stanley's "Dead" reaction is probably my favourite of those, I'm sure y'all can guess which ending I pulled from lol) - and it all has me tempted to make a few more...

Back to Just-SCII! More Baby VUX!! 💖 They're so cute!!! Just little guys, adorable <3 Casual clothing and PJs and having to tie one's sash back on haha, all those complicated loops and knots :)

Also some muscle/arm shape speculations of how VUX armtips might change based on what they're doing, the roundedness of recoiling is very funny to me haha

Obviously had to make these two's versions in TS2 as well, the most fun <3 “What brings you in today, Mr. Vargas?” “That’s doctor.” “Oh, sure, right.”

More of the Doctor meme! Poor DAX haha, certainly sick with Something ♪

I think the lyric is “three times a day”? But what three times a day, that's the real question lol. ZEX has his own suggestions hmm :) I do like their hug in the first one hehe, so cute <3

Totally all better! Definitely nothing would make his symptoms flare up again!

Poor DAX <3

Digitized Dr. Doran! He really is so tiny haha, it was fun using Wander's colour scheme, mostly filled out already! The institute's dress code for staff is a mystery; presumably some of the therapists wear medical/professional clothes, but then there's Stein who still has the screw in his head - surely they'd allow jeans, right? Or is that where they draw the line lol. Look it's fine, he's meant to be the Approachable Therapist, he gets special allowances, totallyyy

All two Locked In doodles that didn't make the cut but also have nowhere else to go lol - there’s a few dozen concept sketches that haven’t been written into complete scenes yet that I'd love to post as their own sets! At some point!! Poor Oz is so put out, and Leah's big goofy grin, very silly hehe - that one's just meant to show off her outfit! It's winter, no bare legs here!

As a bonus to make up for those being the only two doodles, here’s Ozzy and Thrax in TS2 failing to get along lol. Oz! You're not good enough friends for that yet! Will they get there someday? :3c

VUX snuggles <3 Love the them so very much ♥

This is one I really want to digitize to get them a little more cosplay-accurate, but I'd been going back through some nostalgic AMVs and had the sudden realization that KuroFai, being one of my fairly early/influential ships on my heart, and now they...

Fai even loses an eye, I jfdlskafdlhfdf

Finishing out with my last set of cards, I had to make the two leads from SAOA, truly a masterwork in abridging <3 They're just such fun characters! And it's not like they're not already used to being trapped somewhere that constantly risks their lives :'0 I love them, I swear! Good things for them!

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I'm kinda late to the info but damn—I really have no words but disappointment ww