#i guess i prefer high pitched voices or something??? idk

[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

perro sanxe: 'soy más de chicas cantantes que de chicos cantantes' HE'S SO ME CODED

[3cheers4evil]

mbav (season 1) hungarian dub notes

‎i know that translational changes are necessary for things to make sense in another language, but i'll take minor tweaks as something worth sharing. this is just for fun !!

the title is translated to our vampire, the babysitter <3

three cheers for evil

erica: “these girls have been telling me to bite them for years" → "these girls have been telling me to suck it for years" like the vulgar expression to suck a dick. ok

ethan straight up refers to his underwear in cheer uniform as thongs. off to a strong start

blood drive

ethan (to sarah): “take two [cookies]” → “you can take mine too” its so cute. however he grumbles instead of saying “come on” when leading her out of the room

b: “to bore them to death?” → “to make them laugh at us [in a ridiculing way]?” honestly makes sense idk why a vampire nurse story would bore anyone to death

guys and dolls

when ethan’s parents go upstairs u can overhear rory talking to debbie dazzle and originally u can’t hear much of what he’s saying just giggling & something about making out. you hear this clear dialogue in hungarian: “so when i eat like a pig, i gag this much while brushing my teeth. so i prefer chewing gum instead. if you want to make out, i can chew one right now” right before they show him saying he knows where the best gum in town is

at the disco beach party for jane when debbie winks, originally there’s no more dialogue, but in hungarian ethan says “this is so cool!” :)))))))))))

double negative

in the og evil!hannah says “how about i say this? you’re a pathetic little weasel!” in the translation she says something non-hungarian??? like it’s not in my language idk wth it means i posted the audio when i tried figuring it out with scripts and numerous google searches but couldn't detect it

instead of evil benny they keep saying bitchy benny dshdfgsdhfwehsdjf

friday night frights

coach ed calls benny a truncate dwarf instead of sugar mcversey

smells like trouble

after ross catches bethan roleplaying as etharah instead of saying they should come along to the hockey game he says the two should go in a pair

b (about the concept of sarah rejecting ethan): “gives u one less thing to worry about” to “gives u one more fear” help

ethan says “i chickened out” (about asking sarah out) in a high-pitched voice like he’s making fun of himself ?????

originally benny says nothing after his grandma leaves and bids them good night but they add him saying “that’s tough” cuz he opens his mouth slightly so they felt the need to add something? lol

die pod

e: “i wonder if my allergies will kill me before the sun stroke does” b: “my money’s on the sun, you burn like a marshmallow” → “my money’s on the sun, you’re burning already” as in to be very embarrassing

b (after telling pod girl his bowling story): “you know, i think you’re really interesting” → “you know, i personally think this was a very exciting story” girl…

b (ethan tells him to shut up with his stupid gardening motto): “that’s all i got” → “i’ll shut the hell up”

doug the vamp hunter

(about erica making fun of evelyn’s blood substitute) sarah: “i guess she’s used to packing nerd lunches” → “i guess she’s used to packing lunches for babies/diaper wearers”

erica: “serious mullet fail” → “seriously sprained/damned taste”

r: “good thing you’re bad at magic” → “good thing you’re a lame witch [very feminine term]” 

the brewed

instead of teethan they called him tetün which is basically louse + ethan… and yea he says it sounds cute coming from sarah 😭

this just made me giggle but since they have to lower original sounds when dubbing something, they sometimes add their own effects. the only added sound i detected was them adding a loud door handle sound when a zombie opens a door with a knob. and the sound is late

revamped

jesse: "my favorite fledgling" → "my dearest little rookie" there's a translation for fledgling throughout the show so idk why he'd say this

[firstaidspray]

How would you describe their voice?

Describe their wardrobe.

What's their favorite season?

What animal best describes them?

for Nonia and Mari

How would you describe their voice?

Nonia: Like mine, but with a bit of a New England accent. According to my mom I sometimes say things with that kind of accent (like saying "off" as "oawf" for example) so idk. Just my voice ig. And also a bit raspier than my voice, like me when I have a sore throat lol.

Mari: Me but with an Australian accent. Realizing that I've said "like my voice" but none of you have heard me talk LMAOOO um you can easily hear my emotions through it and it's sorta high pitched I guess??

Describe their wardrobe.

Nonia: She's always wearing something more casual. For shirts, just t shirts and tank tops either blank or w a logo, usually under her Carhartt jacket. Pants are usually cargo pants/Dickies. She's worn the same pair of slip on checkered Vans for years, but is also fond of converse high tops. ALWAYS wears her gold Chevy logo necklace.

Mari: When not in work/combat clothes- which consist of a black outfit made of cargo material with a jacket, pants, combat boots, gloves, and olive green tactical gear- she is pretty casual too, tank tops and cargo pants or jeans, combat boots, etc. Nothing exciting.

What's their favorite season?

Nonia: Summer!! It's warm and it's racing season!!

Mari: Southern Hemisphere Winter/Summer for USAmericans. It's always pretty warm where she lives, but the warmer the better.

What animal best describes them?

Nonia: Raccoon or opossum. Little trash person with dark eyes that would dig through the trash for a cigarette. Prefers the night time.

Mari: you might think I'd say a butterfly based on her name, but I'd actually say a cat. The way she fights is through stealth and stalking from afar, and when she actually gets her target she toys with them. And she's also very affectionate but only to Vaas, like some cats are to specifically their owner.

Thanks for asking!! 💖💖💖

[areyouafraid]

ocean ask

i can't find the original poster for the life of me but i found this in my bookmarks somewhere and wanted to do it

pearl: if you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go and why? i'm not sure! i'm in this weird headspace where i kinda want to travel but i don't know where to. i've never actually gone outside of new england at all. it can be really expensive and honestly depending on what you're doing it can be exhausting. like i couldn't imagine going to see like the eiffel tower and waiting in traffic forever and planning everything and then you get there and it's crowded and you're waiting forever... it just sounds not fun. but i do want to see the world i just don't know what that means to me yet

sails: describe your perfect partner. IDK. someone i can relate to

lighthouse: how much makeup do you wear? i never wear makeup. when i do i feel like i just look weird

shells: would you prefer to be a vampire or a werewolf? i was a vampire kid but i think being a vampire probably imposes more restrictions on your lifestyle. do you turn into a werewolf whenever the full moon is out or just whenever you look at it? i think i could handle being a werewolf and still like live normally

mermaid: most embarrassing moment? i will not answer this

turquoise: weirdest dream you’ve ever had? one time i was in an abandoned stable or pig farm and a little horned black goat told me in a high pitched voice that "it's so much fun playing with [me]". one time i read someone's fiction website and got transported to a demonic version of my street. one time i was a member of a cult that spoke entirely in french and latin and took part in a ritual sword-fight-to-the-death with the daughter of the leader. one time i was a child being escorted through a suburb by a man in a cloak and there were dead, mutilated dogs on the roofs and lawns and he was telling me not to look at the dogs. one time i picked up a teddy bear on the side of the road and was teleported to an endless garage inhabited by a demon. one time i worked in a deli with cell from dragon ball. one time i was trying to have sex with a robot but his arms were made of like pop tubes or slinkies and it was super weird

waves: favourite season and why? i used to hate the cold season but after how bad these last few summers have been i've made amends with it. i love winter now

breakers: would you ever consider getting married? i always thought the concept was weird. i mean i would if my partner wanted to but it just seemed like... it's just so much to go through and it doesn't really change what you are to each other. in my head, you don't love a "girlfriend" less than a "wife". they're the same thing. i guess there's like a financial benefit to getting married or something, but it's just. you know weddings are so out there and they're this whole... thing, and then if things ever don't work out or go south between the two of you, divorce is this whole process that can take fucking forever and i feel like the process of getting divorced can take a breakup that would otherwise be fairly amicable and just make them hate each other by the time it's through. i just dont really. get it

seafoam: describe your ideal summer vacation. probably to fucking antarctica or greenland if i'm going to be completely honest. summer is a terrible time to do big things

rain: if it were possible, what exotic animal would you keep as a pet? i wanted a giant african millipede at one point. i also wanted silkmoths and yellow mealworm beetles. if i had to go for something really ostentatious i'd say me and an octopus probably have a lot in common

sunlight: least favourite song? i don't know i don't really listen to music i don't like

marine: would you ever consider plastic surgery? i have considered it before. body troubles can make you consider a lot of things you wouldn't usually. but normally i would say no. still sometimes you have days where you think... i need lipo, i need my boobs cut off, i need leg extensions, i need this i need that etc

sea glass: what do you consider to be your best physical feature? maybe my eyes or my nose. idk

storm: do you like piercings and tattoos? Why or why not? i liek both

boardwalk: who is your favourite fictional couple? i dont kneeeowwwwww. idk... shin and noi, c-3po and r2-d2... honestly those are the first two that came up when i thought "fictional pairings that i like". im not really into shipping

coral: if you had to describe your personality as a food, what would you be and why? i wrote the answer for tidal b4 this one. ummm... probably something like salt or chili for the same reason. they can be good notes when they're subdued, but when they're prominent they can be overwhelming

nymph: old-fashioned or modern decor? i can't decide. they kinda feed into each other

seawater: scariest movie you’ve ever watched? not sure

siren: in a fantasy setting, would you be a warrior, rogue or mage? i obviously can't be a warrior... so either rogue or mage. being a mage would be cool i think

tempest: your favourite Pokemon? ummm... sawk gliscor flygon gyarados mightyena breloom emboar electivire hypno mr mime mewtwo granbull and others

tropic: what is your least favourite thing about your appearance? never ask me this

aquamarine: describe your dream date. i don't know! i don't think about this a lot. what defines a date? what gives it value? i'd say that any time you spend with someone you love has intrinsic value, it doesn't have to be an occasion

brine: gold or silver? hmm... im inclined to say gold but i can't imagine a gold wallet chain so that's a bit of a deal breaker

tidal: what is a colour that best describes your personality? my personality? ummmm i've been told that i have a "mature" or "organized" air, and i do try to remain calm and rational when faced with a challenge, but i know personally that i tend to be very obsessive and i panic when things don't go according to plan. my own desire to live in the moment and not care is undermined by that 1. i tend to fixate on the potential risks and outcomes of something INSTEAD of whether it would make me happy and 2. i do care about what people think of me / how people perceive me / how something will impact the future. maybe green or red. deep or faded tones can give a sophisticated and professional impression, but bright tones can be bold and produce a wild and jarring image

azure: what is something that you do that makes you happy? i liek video games and listening to music

fog: describe where you think you’ll be in five years. hopefully alive and well

coastline: what is your favourite flower? hydrangea perhaps. or the utilitarian dandelion. or lilacs!

shallows: what is your typical Starbucks order? IDK

voyage: what are your favourite names? like for people? or for animals? nicknames or given names? i don't know man

shipwreck: do you have an OC? If so, describe them. i have many. but eek im embarrassed

cerulean: do you believe in true love? idk. define it

shoreline: if you could become fluent in another language, which would you pick and why? i did french in middle and high school and fell out with it. in 2022 i learned some russian but also just stopped making time for it. since i already know the cyrillic alphabet i've considered ukrainian. my grandparents were ukrainian so i feel kinda like i have a ... responsibility? i don't know. i also feel like i should at least try to reach fluency in french because ... i spent that money on the dictionary and i spent the time in the classes and i should at least finish the job

tsunami: describe a dream outfit of yours. ONE THAT LOOKS GOOD ON ME

riptide: are you introverted or extroverted? Are you happy with this? i suppose i would be an "introvert" bc gatherings and stuff tend to make me feel drained after a while. it's certainly... a source of inconvenience, but i don't necessarily think it doesn't work for me because i generally don't maintain large circles

hurricane: describe a strange habit of yours. i make a lot of html files. just like... simple lists and bookmarks and stuff like that. like for example i don't have an account on etsy or anything like that so my "wishlist" is just an html file with links to things from online stores i'm interested in. it makes sense to me but saying it aloud it definitely sounds weird lol. i'm a little worried that i might die and someone will get access to my computer and think "wow. what the fuck was wrong with her"

[leftski-if]

14. and 22. from the interview questions for the ROs 👀

OC Interview Questions can be found here!

Thanks for asking! I kinda modified 14 to be more like “what kind of music do you like” because idk how to describe musical genres in an old-timey fantasy context lol but I hope you enjoy~

14. What are your favorite music genres?

Ruokar

“I’m not picky, but if I have a choice, I usually go for something intricate or upbeat, y’know? Doesn’t have to be loud or anythin’, just fast and full of energy. Something that makes me wanna get up and move. Mags would disagree though, haha.”

Magreth

"I’m pretty sensitive to sound so I prefer more... low-key music. Quiet. Minor chords. Nothing too high-pitched. And a good rhythm helps too. Keeps me feeling grounded.”

Mint

"Oh! Hm... is it cheating to say I like all of them? I guess it depends on the mood at the time; there's nothing like a jaunty tavern song to lift people's spirits and get them dancing, right? But lullabies and the like are perfect for a slower evening. Oh, I just can’t choose, they all have their merits..."

Freja

"Something powerful. Get a good, loud drum beat and a bunch of voices shouting together... there’s nothing like it.”

-

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

Ruokar

"It probably sounds cliche but, honestly, just be yourself. If I’m with someone, and they’re comfortable and happy in the moment, that’s what matters most. I can pick up on the rest pretty reliably.”

Magreth

"...There isn't one."

Mint

“Ohohoho! Why do you want to know, hm? I suppose I enjoy being wooed -- compliments, romantic and chivalrous gestures, maybe flowers if you’re feeling particularly bold -- that sort of thing. And of course, lots of laughter! That’s a must.”

Freja

"Hmm. It’s not the sort of thing I think about often or have a lot of experience with, so I don’t really know. If people are interested in me, I’d rather they just say so.”

[jonnnysuh]

Dating Mark would Include

Series Masterlist

A/N: Everything is just based on my observations/perception of him. Updated with texts AND Snapchats 10/22/21

Planning out the most logical way to do something before you do it,,, like literally mapping out all the options 

Hitting you up to run simple errands like going to the bank or mailing stuff,,, he just likes your company 

So many little inside jokes that are soooo old but still so good

 Like he can say one word to remind you of the inside joke and y’all will both be dying in the middle of a Walmart 

He’ll teach you how to play games and SCREAM “LETS GOOOOO” when he gets excited

 Will talk you out of bad decisions

Both secretly doing something and trying not to get caught by anyone else

Adventurous dates like paintball or bungee jumping

 Blasting music in the car and singing your lungs out Idk why but I feel like he liked early 2000s punk bands like Blink182, MCR, Green Day, etc so expect that to come into rotation 

You two will start speaking the same. Same slang, the way your pronounce words starts to get similar 

if you lay on his lap he’ll rub your head 

Sometimes you’ll just watch his facial expression when he’s talking to someone else and they are just so KILLER bc you can tell he does not like that shit 

Watching a weekly series together and then discussing your opinions at the end of each episode 

He’s the type to write down your events in his calendar so that he remembers

 Feeling bad when you accidentally wake him up but he’s just the cutest when he’s disoriented

 Super sensitive so you have to be careful with what you say around him sometimes 

He loves rainy days where he can stay in and chill 

Will always try to convince you to do risky stuff like jump out of a plane or zip line he LIVES FOR THAT SHIT 

 Big fan of late night drives 

He’ll win u a prize at the carnival. It’s like almost impossible but he can do it trust me

 Hogs most of the bed when he sleeps

 His colourful hoodies will end up in your closet somehow

 Says “text me when you get there so I know you got home safely”

Lover of escape rooms and all things where your brain has to actually work 

Very determined so he won’t give up on you after one little fight 

But there are a lot of disagreements tbh. He’s just adamant in his beliefs but that doesn’t mean he isn’t open minded

 I feel like he’s mad touchy and he’s slick with it too like ooops guess you’re in his arms now

 Values your opinions a lot

Has cried while watching a sad commercial with you LMAO

 Not the best texter and prefers FaceTiming or talking in person  BUT he will definitely text back about the important stuff on time 

Has random cravings at night like sir why are you eating a pickle??

Needs time to himself to recharge

 Conversations before bed where both of y’all just stare at the ceiling and say what ever you want,,, like some days it’s “what would you do if you got abducted by an alien?” And other days it’s just ranting about whatever’s bothering you 

Long-term ongoing bets that he usually wins 

can comfortably sit in silence doing two different things but will always end up in each other’s arms at the end of the day

Says “we’ll worry about this tomorrow” when he’s too tired 

Has the weirdest childhood stories and sometimes he repeats them but they’re always so funny to hear 

Values honesty a lot so would be annoyed if you were untruthful

 Loves sending update pics when he’s on tour

 Always checks up on your mental well being and tells you not to stress yourself out too much

Be prepared for impromptu messy fast food take out dates where y’all eat in the car and just talk about life

 Will talk in a high pitched squeaky voice with you to annoy everyone else

 sharing dessert 

says “YOU KILLEDDD IT” when you complete something and he’s just so proud of you

 sometimes you’ll just look at each other and just laugh,, no thoughts head empty 

will chase you around with a spider

*playing a game “one more round” “You said one more round 2 hours ago”

will hear his gamer talk even if you’re in a completely different room on the other side of the house 

Loves watching movies with you bc he gets soooo invested 

Bomb taste in music 

will try to be cute to get out of things 

Terrible rap battles 

will fight you for the good side of the couch

Likes to squeeze your cheeks (not those ones….well.. actually…?)

His hands are just roaming all over your body all the time 

I feel like his love language is quality time,, he just likes being with you and it doesn’t matter if it’s just chilling at home or going out to doing an activity 

Conspiracy theory believer…. … like idk which ones but this dude is smart and logical he has to believe in some 

Gets frustrated when he’s not good at something immediately 

Will wink at you for absolutely no reason

Gets hyper-fixated on things 

Pops off on birthday gifts 

will romantically call you “bro” and/or “dude”

He’s used to being an older brother type figure to his members and actual brother so he’s naturally protective of you 

Has sooo much patience for you

He’ll send you music he likes

Actually he has an ENTIRE playlist for you that he updates regularly

“Good morninggg” “it’s 2 in the afternoon”

Keeps it real and will be honest about things that bother him 

His house has so many of your things,,, you’re just slowly moving in 

Will sometimes say something funny/witty in a group and no one will hear him so you’ll laugh and share a look and that’s all the reassurance he needs 

[luzarya]

I really liked your Floyd x Yuu story! It was so cute with their future kid! <3 Could I please request a Floyd x Yuu with Floyd in his eel form?

Aight so like. Idk what you wanted in particular, but here ya go.

Summary: It’s a hot day and Yuu decides to take a bath. Floyd interrupts.

word count: 1,275

-Bathtub Mermaid-

The sun beamed harshly outside, its rays felt across Yuu’s skin. Yuu couldn’t quite stand warm weather, preferring the great indoors above all else. So, while the weather was perfect to run and do sports outside, for Yuu, it was the opposite. 

Worse still, they were in class, and only halfway through their schedule. Yuu internally groaned at the prospect of staying another few hours inside the main school building, but it couldn’t be helped. 

“Oi, Yuu, are you gonna be fine?” Grim asked quietly, as to not bring any attention to them. He pawed at Yuu’s arm, making sure they heard him. 

“It’s just too hot, Grim,” Yuu whispered in return, already feeling the beads of sweat forming on their temple. 

“Eh? Is it? It’s perfectly fine for me, eh.” Grim looked at Yuu quizzically, although he didn’t ask any further on the subject. 

“I’m just not used to this weather.” Yuu raised a hand and fanned to fan themselves with, although it barely helped. 

“Hmm, what about we get some ice cream when we go back to Ramshackle?” Grim offered. 

“That could work,” Yuu muttered, “‘Sure.”

As soon as Yuu finished their conversation, they could feel the eyes of the teacher boring into their skull. Yuu flashed a small smile, luckily enough to show the teacher that they were still paying attention. 

--

The cafeteria no longer sold ice cream. 

Yuu groaned loudly as they carried their bag of ice cream, bought from Sam’s Store. As usual, there was a sort of discount, so Yuu managed to save a few madol, although the lighter wallet made itself known. 

Yuu cursed silently- they would have to pick up an extra few shifts from the Mostro Lounge to make up for the loss. 

Their legs burned from running from Sam’s Shop straight to Ramshackle, but the moment they put the ice cream within the freezer of the dorm’s kitchen, Yuu had never felt more relief than in that moment. Yet, they couldn’t eat the ice cream- so they decided upon the next best thing that their dorm could offer. 

A bathtub. 

Yuu couldn’t remember the last time they’ve been in it, if ever. Their memory wasn’t the best, but Yuu didn’t quite mind- as long as they wrote what was needed and knew the basics, all was well. 

So, they prepared a bath and dressed accordingly, that is, Yuu adorned shorts and a thin, short sleeve hoodie, all to take a dip within the large bathtub that their dorm had to offer.  

The tub was cold- refreshingly so, and Yuu practically melted once they submerged themselves in the cold water. To their surprise, the tub was rather large- perhaps big enough to fit several more people in. Yuu wondered what was the purpose of such a large tub. They also noted that the handles were much larger, as if to accommodate for a large being. 

Truly, Ramshackle Dorm was ever the mystery. 

Sinking themselves further into the water, Yuu failed to notice the footsteps that noisily stomped outside of the bathroom, nor did they notice the new voice that called out for them. 

“Koebi-chan.~ Where are you?~”

And yet, Yuu still didn’t notice. 

“Koebi-chan, where- ah, there you are!” 

Floyd walked over to the bath, as Yuu has yet to realize his presence. 

“Koebi-chan?~” 

Nothing. 

Grinning, Floyd began to strip naked. No doubt, if Yuu was even remotely aware of their surroundings, they would have left at a moment’s notice.

Once Floyd was satisfied with the state of things, he entered into the tub, allowing himself to fully submerge. The amount of water was just enough for the eel mer to transform to his original form, causing ripples in the water as he did so. 

Yuu just barely noticed it, opening their eyes the moment Floyd had fully reverted to his mer form, their eyes meeting with Floyd’s own mismatched ones. 

“Koebi-chan, you didn’t answer me earlier, so I came to you!~”

“Eh?” Yuu looked at Floyd with confusion and shock, their eyes wide, brows raised, and mouth agape. “But I never heard you?”

“You wound me, Koebi-chan,” Floyd frowned, “I was calling for you the moment I entered your dorm!”

“Well, I… uh…” Yuu couldn’t form a coherent sentence, much less think of one. They were all too aware of their surroundings, unlike before. They could feel something shift around them, no doubt it being the mer’s long tail. 

“I guess I just gotta make sure Koebi-chan remembers me, huh?~” Floyd moved, his tail now wrapping around Yuu, pulling them closer to him, “I ought to give you a good squeezing, Koebi-chan.~”

“How about no?” Yuu replied, “I have ice cream, I can give you some?”

Floyd stares intensely at Yuu for a moment, face blank, nothing to give any indication of whatever emotion he was feeling at the moment. Yuu could feel the anxiety beginning to swell up in their stomach the longer Floyd stared at them. 

Finally, his mouth broke out in a grin. 

“Sure, koebi-chan.~”

Yet, Yuu could feel Floyd’s tail tighten around them. 

“But not until I get to stay here a bit more, eheh.~”

All Yuu could do was nod. 

--

Yuu awoke with a start, gasping the moment they came to be. For a moment they couldn’t recognize the tile wall in front of them, nor they could process what they felt on their skin, something, no, someone, tightly hugging their entire body. 

It wasn’t until Yuu’s eyes adjusted to the brightness did they realize the predicament they were in. Quietly, they thanked themselves for not thrashing around, noticing that Floyd, too, had fallen asleep, his face nuzzling the crook of their neck. Judging by the amount of light pouring from the window, it must have been the evening, though the hour, Yuu didn’t know. 

The water was cold as ever, yet thankfully, Floyd’s tight hold on Yuu’s body was just enough that they could practically feel Floyd’s body heat, contrasting with the cooler side of the water from what they could feel. 

Now, the only problem was getting Floyd to wake up. 

Yuu raised a hand, poking on the side of Floyd’s cheek, “Hey, Floyd. Wake up.”

Nothing. 

Groaning, Yuu tried harder, raising their voice slightly, “Hey, Leech, wake up before I thrash around.”

“...”

Yuu could see Floyd’s eye flutter open, as they looked around, adjusting to the scenery around them. They could also feel their hold on them loosen, causing Yuu to instinctively hold onto Floyd. 

“Oh, Koebi-chan is squeezing me?~ How bold.~” He commented, now fully aware of the situation, yet he tightened his hold on Yuu, shifting a bit so that he was now leaning back, Yuu straddling the mer. The shift alone was enough to cause Yuu’s face to darken considerably, Floyd laughing at the fact.

“What’s so funny?!” Yuu’s voice went high in pitch, despite their best attempts to remain serious. 

“You’re blushing.~”

“No I’m not!” Yuu could feel more blush rush to their face, “Anyways! It’s late, shouldn’t you be going back to your dorm!?”

“Hmmm… Nope!~”

“Eh?!”

Floyd hummed, “I need a potion to return to being human, but I don’t got one on me.”

“Eh, so would you have to ask Jade or Azul for one?!”

“Eyup.~”

“Flippin’ heck, Floyd.”

“Eheh.”

“Can you at least let me go?”

Floyd faked ponderment, as Yuu felt their face cooling down. 

“Hm… No.~”

“Floyd!”

Floyd ignored Yuu’s protests, instead opting to hug Yuu, who stiffened at the contact. After a moment, they relaxed. 

Quietly, Yuu mouthed to one of the ghosts for help, who, in the distance, gave Yuu a thumbs up.

[dadsbongos]

Brother’s Keeper

Movie/Game/Show: The Boy Dynamic: Brahms Heelshire/Reader (Platonic) Warnings: idk The Veldt spoilers if you’ve never read it (it’s really fucking good), the parents suck and they’re emotionally manipulative Summary: Brahms likes to play with his baby sister. ~~~

“What a pouty little face you have,” Mrs. Heelshire pinched at her daughter’s cheeks, stretching them upward, “Come on, let me see a smile.”

(Y/n) swatted at her mother’s hands, “I don’t want to.”

Brahms adjusted his tie as best he could for the family picture, letting his father take over after a minute of fumbling, “She’s not going to smile; little brat.”

“Hey!” the three-year-old girl whined, lips pulling into an even deeper pout, “You can’t be mean and the birthday boy at the same time, it’s not fair!”

The boy rolled his eyes, “You’re just upset your birthday isn't for five more months.”

~~

“I’m seven, I’m too old for dolls,” (Y/n) muttered, not wanting to mention why exactly she didn’t want the porcelain doll, “Besides, he’s too fragile, if I drop him he’ll die.”

Death was a new fascination with the young girl after the incident. Though, to be fair, most fascinations didn’t last four years nor did they start with the horrific death of your older brother.

“Nonsense,” her father grinned, taking the doll from his wife and holding it out to his young daughter, “he was Brahms’ favorite.”

Brahms was a word that had become similar to “fuck” in the parents’ minds. Off-limits by the punishment of spanking or grounding unless you were one of them.

“Oh,” she murmured, carefully taking the toy and holding it to her side, “I never saw him play with it…”

“Too scared to break the poor thing,” Mrs. Heelshire reasoned easily enough, “Named after him.”

(Y/n) looked at the glassy object, “Why do I need to have him?”

“You’re going to take care of him, Brahms would want you to,” Mr. Heelshire brushed the girl’s hair from her forehead before leaving a small kiss to the patch of skin, “Be good to him, sweetheart, won’t you?”

Mrs. Heelshire nodded from behind her husband, “You wouldn’t want to disappoint Brahms, would you?”

She glanced between her pleading parents and the doll, pursing her lips before hesitantly nodding, “Alright, I guess…”

~~

By the time 1999 rolled around and the only living Heelshire child was to turn eleven, there were no more friends to play in the house with. Emily, who in many ways had been an older sister to the girl, was murdered by some sick monster who lit the playhouse she was inside on fire. Well, maybe the killer didn’t light the playhouse on fire.

“You’re three, how are you going to take it from me?”

Instead, (Y/n) was left to play with her doll. With a party hat on her head, courtesy of the new grocery boy, Malcolm, she wandered aimlessly through the halls. Birthdays were no longer a celebration in the manor; unless it was Brahms’, of course. She held the doll to her hip, looking at the series of paintings decorating the wall; most of them portraying her big brother.

She frowned, settling a hand on the wall just below the largest mural in the hall. Her fingers brushed upon a small crevice dip in the split of colors in the striped wallpaper, brows furrowing at the ledge. She curled her fingers around it, beginning to pull when suddenly it popped apart from the wall. A panel opening up in the middle of the hallway, she looked down each end before climbing through.

Her eyes adjusted quickly enough, arms squeezing Brahms tighter to her form. She began creeping down the secret passageway, not noticing the sounds of her parents screaming her name.

A sudden turn and she took it. A curve in the path and she rounded it. Losing herself in the hidden walkways within her home. It was only when she realized how lost she was that panic settled in, “Mama…?”

She held Brahms even tighter, freehand leaving the doll to bang on the interior of the wall, “Papa! Mama?!” 

It was half an hour before the panicking parents found their weeping little girl hidden behind a panel close to the fireplace. She was crying into the sweater on her doll, cheeks heated in the force of her tears. Not even Mr. Heelshire’s gentle hugging and cooing could relieve her of the emotional aches.

“You’re to never go in those walls again, do you hear me?” her mother grit through clenched teeth.

Never? As much as (Y/n) wanted to be on board with the idea, she wasn’t sure about never being able to go in again. Maybe… maybe she just had to be older, more mature - yeah - that sounded about right.

“Just once more,” she immediately calmed down, now speaking through a raspy, whiny post-crying voice, “I won’t get lost this time, I promise.”

Mr. Heelshire looked over to his wife, “Just one more couldn’t hurt, she should learn about the walls, shouldn’t she?”

As soon as the words left her husband’s lips, Mrs. Heelshire shook her head, “Not a chance. Haven’t you read The Veldt? That’s how the parents die.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened, glancing between her parents as tears began springing into the surface, “You guys will die if I go in the walls again?”

Neither parent confirmed it, though they didn’t deny it either, before sending her off to bed with Brahms. Leaving her to question what the walls were in the dark solitude of her lavish bedroom; empty winnings for a girl who felt guilty enjoying them.

~~

By fifteen, there was an influx of nannies coming in and out of the Heelshire home to care for a supposedly haunted doll. She wasn’t sure if she believed it but the messes and thumping and flickering lights were beginning to be too much to ignore. They all started after the wall incident - the second incident she could add to her fault - and she was forbidden from going back inside.

Panels were left open and soft, high-pitched whines ringing from behind them; it was more terrifying than alluring. 

With no more Brahms by her side, in the real body or in doll form, (Y/n) was left to wander aimlessly down the halls thinking about how unfair it was of her parents to rip the doll away from her. All due to the walls’ tunnels.

They handed her a memento to her older brother - they used her guilt; her fault against her - just to steal it away eight years later. She hated her parents for it, no, not her parents. Her mother. Mrs. Heelshire barely even let the nannies do their job half the time, she just wanted Brahms all to herself. She gave that doll a surplus of her attention and countless replacement caretakers and never even gave (Y/n) the acknowledgment of their shared grief.

Barely gave her the mind to say, “It’s not your fault.”

Whipping around at the frail whisper, (Y/n) peeked around every visible inch of the hallway to see if one of the nannies was following her or her father was finally ready to free her of guilt. Yet nobody was there, no mouths to whisper and no audible drafts to blame.

She turned back around and continued walking down the hallway, not as alone as before.

~~

“I’m nineteen, don’t you think I should, I don’t know, explore the real world?”

Mrs. Heelshire simply shook her head, “You can’t leave us!”

“I won’t be leaving!” (Y/n) tossed her arms out in a display of exaggeration, “I just can’t be in this house for the rest of my life!”

“So you will go eventually,” the older woman huffed, crossing her arms, “Brahms and now you.”

That made the teenager freeze. Nothing like the mention of her dead brother to make her question herself. She pulled back from the yelling match to judge and critique every inch of herself. Her leaving the nest wasn’t comparable to dying - and Brahms didn’t abandon them, he couldn’t control the flames. It wasn’t like he purposefully lit the playhouse on fire at his own birthday party.

No, but she could’ve stopped it. She knows she could have.

“That’s not fair,” (Y/n) muttered, though it sounded less like a genuine response and more like she was trying to point it out to herself.

“You know what else isn’t fair?”

“Don’t.”

“Having two kids and the only one alive wants to abandon you.”

Mr. Heelshire watched from the kitchen table, sipping on his afternoon tea quietly to give more space for the sound of his wife and daughter’s argument to permeate through the room. Through the room and into the walls where even the biggest rat hiding inside could hear.

(Y/n) rubbed at her arm, regretting her decision to even bring the topic up, “I’m sorry…”

“Oh, honey,” Mrs. Heelshire cooed, cupping her daughter’s cheeks and pulling at any fat her fingers could get to in the pockets, “It’s okay. Don’t be so pouty, it’s alright.”

She didn’t bother pushing her mother’s hands away this time.

~~

(Y/n) silently dipped her paintbrush into a dollop of vibrant, cherry red on her palette, glancing over her canvas to the muse every so often.

A house can appear incredibly eased and soothed from the frontline and nobody would ever know that inside a family of four was being murdered. They wouldn’t know until the corpses were discovered and the extended family was beating at each other. Vultures flocking to the values left to them by death.

Maria, the newest in the line of nannies, was holding position rather well for somebody who’d never modeled before. Clutching Brahms to her hip with a bright, pearly-toothed smile.

“I saw a few of your works around the house earlier,” the black-haired woman spoke, “Impressive for only twenty-three.”

“Thanks,” (Y/n) strained a grin, she didn’t necessarily prefer silence - you could hear the walls whispering when it was silent - but sadly, her focus wavered with noise, “I just like to paint the nannies; don’t like to forget them so quickly.”

“Oh,” Maria awkwardly chuckled, “well, that sounds nice of you…?”

“Just a personal thing,” the young woman shrugged off before catching something in the frame of her eye, “You’re about to drop Brahms.”

“Shit!” the other woman murmured, readjusting the doll in her arms, “Thank you so much.”

“My mom will go crazy, I don’t want to watch her yell at somebody over nothing,” she pursed her lips, “Not nothing; just something small.”

~~

“Are you serious?” (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at her mother, “You and Dad are leaving for a two-month vacation right before my birthday?”

“You’re turning twenty-eight, dear,” Mrs. Heelshire smiled faintly, “I think you’ll be fine, now if you don’t mind, I’ll go downstairs and teach the new nanny how to properly care for Brahms.”

(Y/n) crossed her arms, watching her father continue to pack his bags, “You’re really just letting her drag you out of town right now?”

“She didn’t drag me into anything, honey,” he sighed, whether he knew how much it hurt her feelings to hear that or not didn’t exactly matter.

“Fuck you,” she grumbled, rushing out of the room and down the stairs, the twenty-seven-year-old woman went into her bedroom, fully prepared to ignore her parents and the new nanny. Blissfully unaware of the pest in her walls, watching with sad eyes and wanting to see her smile.

~~

“Knock it off!” (Y/n) cried out to the man swinging the doll around - a protective instinct burning at her gut as she thought of him breaking it. She immediately regretted the harsh tone when Cole’s furious gaze snapped back to her, “Please… just give him back…”

“Watch it,” Cole threatened, holding the doll further away from her than before, “Pull any funny shit and I’ll break in your pretty little face.”

Yet another mistake against the brute, not that anybody but the secret rat was counting. The first, of course, being his arrival. The last, naturally, was bashing the doll’s head against the lip of a seat.

(Y/n) hiccuped wildly, her burst of tears nearly choking her as Cole shushed the room during one of Brahms’ fits. She’d experienced countless ragers with that doll to blame but this was the worst. Cole put a finger to his lips, commanding the people behind him into silence as he went to the wall, knocking a few times with his ear pressed to it. He went to the mirror next, grinning slightly, “There’s something- “

Before he could finish his sentence, the glass burst apart and forced him onto his back.

As Greta screamed and (Y/n) held her head in her hands in the midst of her hysterics, Malcolm called to the two women.

Large hands pulled onto the mirror frame first, then out came a fully grown man. Brahms Heelshire was alive - and he was big.

(Y/n) fell onto her ass, watching as her previously dead big brother stabbed Colt in the neck with a piece of his broken doll. Brahms lunged for Greta only to be beaten down by Malcolm and when the two were away; (Y/n) did not leave.

She crawled over to his sprawled out form, taking his shoulder into her hands and shaking him slightly, “Brahms…?”

He jerked once - then twice, then pushed himself up, taking a moment to look at his little sister before standing. In a fashion similar to when they used to sneak around the manor as children, he pressed a finger to his mask’s lips before running off.

~~

“I came back for you, Brahms.”

(Y/n) fiddled with her fingers as her older brother was swept upstairs by Greta, following after them like a lost puppy. As Greta pulled back the covers, (Y/n) felt her heart thump wildly in her chest.

Of course, it never helped when he threw a woman across the room.

“Brahms!” (Y/n) shrieked, latching onto her brother’s back and attempting to pull him off Greta, only succeeding when he fell back from his own stab wound.

Greta stopped at the doorway, turning to watch as the Heelshire girl cradled her big brother’s head in her hands in her panic-rich state, “(Y/n), come on. We have to go.”

Looking between Greta and her brother, (Y/n) felt the memories creep back up from the dip of her spine.

“Is that Papa’s lighter?”

Emily nodded slightly as Brahms watched the flame flicker, the little boy speaking up first, “I was interested in it, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

(Y/n) clutched at a lock of her own hair, “You better give it back or I’ll take it myself!”

“You’re three, how are you going to take it from me?” he scoffed before shooing her out of the playhouse, “If you tell Dad, I’ll break all your toys and cut up your dresses.”

She hadn’t told Father - she didn’t take the lighter.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) looked back to her older brother, burn scars on the visible half of his face and suddenly the guilt was rising to her throat again. Her hands smoothed over to the clasp of the mask, carefully unclipping it as Greta ran off to find Malcolm. A wicked sob racked her throat, her voice squeaking up soft and whiny, “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

A hand came up to brush her tears away, Brahms watching his little sister continue to cry, a small, childlike voice peeking through his lips, “Please don’t cry, (Y/n)… I don’t want to see you cry…”

Calming down only slightly, (Y/n) helped her brother sit up, “I’ll stay, I’m sorry.”

Brahms continued to watch his sister’s tears spill, “You’ll stay.”

It wasn’t a question, he barely even bothered to disguise it as such.

“I’ll stay…”

She didn’t really have a choice, not when her parents kept her under lock and key so strictly. But maybe they anticipated Brahms coming back; maybe they wanted her to have no independence so she wouldn’t leave her big brother.

Not that she’d be able to ask them.

[suhmayzooka]

cursed child broadway, feb. 23, 2020

third time seeing cc in three months for one reason: my sister is, in her words, “in love with joey labrasca” (karl).  she thinks he’s absolutely perfect.  this past week i’ve endured her talking about how hot he is.  i mean, i’ve gotten quite a bit of good lily luna material for my fics now, but at what expense? did i need to know that joey’s (very mild) acne made him look handsomer? did i need to know about how deep his eyes are? did I?

i teased her about what she’d do if he wasn’t on, and she said she’d be so upset.  

we get to the theatre, i look at the cast…and james romney was karl.

my sister was shocked.  the love of her life, who most likely has forgotten about her existence, wasn’t there for what looks to be our final time seeing the year 2 cast.  she was devastated.

we also got to see antoinette robinson as hermione and tom patrick stephens as ron!  and sarita amani nash was myrtle!!  and kimberly dodson as polly!!

james!karl was great and i will bombard my sister with as much james romney content as i can in order to piss her off further :)

patrick du laney was the sorting hat and aaron bartz was the station master.  we actually saw aaron walking into the theatre as we waited outside for part 2.  he definitely has the draco swagger.

anyway let’s get to the good stuff!

~james snyder as harry! great as usual. i don’t think he did much differently than last time, or if he did it wasn’t very noticeable.

~diane davis as ginny – same w james.  i think she held on to albus longer when they hug in godric’s hollow this time?

~jonno roberts as draco: okay this guy singlehandedly inspired me to start a fic back in december (that has…….yet to be finished………) with how his draco and bubba’s scorpius behaved and this was no exception.  idk whether his mic got caught on something or if he was really bringing it all out, but when he shoves scorpius’s head against his desk in the dark world, he GROWLED the “you do NOT use her name in vain” line ???? i’ve never heard him say it like that, it’s usually more of a hiss.  idk how to describe how he said it other than “growl.” almost like an animal.

then when he said “do it safely, i can’t lose you too” he’s looking directly at scorpius.  it’s different from how i’m used to seeing him and closer how i picture him saying it; usually he’s looking away, like he’s afraid of showing vulnerability to scorpius.  but here, with him looking directly at him, and said with so much emotion and love, even in such a dark place…oOOF

he refused to let go of scorpius when they met again in godric’s hollow.  my heart…..always one arm around scorpius’s shoulders, or one hand on his chest, as scorpius clings on to him.

~kimberly!polly SMILED and giggled when she stepped in blood? “oh, potter, i’ve got blood on my shoe!” *delighted* and then as the staircase rolled away, she turned on her stomach to gaze down at scorpius, grinning flirtatiously.  this is my second time seeing her as polly, but from what i remember, katherine!polly wasn’t as sadistic in the dark au as she was.  i personally prefer kimberly!polly.

~sarita!myrtle!! like w kimberly!polly this is my second time seeing sarita!myrtle and i don’t really remember much about lauren!myrtle to compare, but sarita!myrtle was hilarious.  she got a round of applause just for appearing.  “girls….*turns around, stares directly @ albus* AND BOYS” *albus turns around, confused, as if she’s talking to someone behind him* UGHHH she’s so good and she’ll absolutely kill it as (main) polly, i can feel it.

~this was my first time seeing jack pravda as young harry! his voice is deeper than zell’s, and he was so adorably confused in the graveyard scene.  “why are there so many flowers?”

~antoinette!hermione was a lot less playful than jenny!hermione.  she does try for comedic effect, but she’s a bit more serious overall.  she was so scary in the first timeline!  when she waves her wand to dismiss the class and she’s standing all alone, she looks out with such a distant, despairing expression, then composes herself immediately. 

~tom!ron was very funny!  again, my issue with ron in cc comes down to how he was written.  he may have been relegated to shitty comic relief (why……is one of the first things he says……a fart joke…..?), but it’s up to the actors do what they can to flesh out some semblance of a likeable character from the bs that the script gave us.  and tom!ron was great!! he’s not as…dopey? dorky? as matt!ron, who’s very funny but a bit—childish? i guess? tom!ron feels more like an adult who still has a childish sense of humor, if that makes sense.

~ROMIONE.  watching a new take on romione was like falling in love w romione all over again.  tom/antoinette was a very loving pair.  jenny/matt tease each other a lot more, but tom/antoinette are more tactile.  their kiss was so sweet

~there’s hardly any love for sara farb’s delphi for some reason. i’m not sure why; her shift from delphi diggory to delphi riddle is so chilling. delphi diggory has a high pitched voice and is really goofy around albus.  scorpius absolutely hates her lmao.  as soon as she switches, her voice drops to a low growl and she’s downright terrifying.  i’m sad to see her go!

~WILL CARLYON.  is it possible to fall in love with the portrayal of a character in a handful of scenes? he’s got like five lines total but oh my god.  one thing a lot of people note about nicholas!albus is the way he’s so obviously a fourteen-year-old child.  will’s james sirius potter is SUCH a thirteen-year-old in the opening scene…it’s somewhat disconcerting watching this very-obviously-twenty-something-year-old man flap his arms going “WATCH OUTTT FOR THE THESTTRRAAAAAAALS” but it works? it’s believable?? he’s so close with lily luna.  this is my third time seeing him and every time he pretends to pounce on her and hug her during the thestral line i fall in love?? ginny scolds him and he is sheepish, but he won’t stop making the troll face at albus.  “SLITHERING SLYTHERIN STOP WITH YOUR DITHERING” *smacks albus*

~yeah i promised jsp content and i’m fucking delivering

~he’s sO excited watching albus get sorted. when the hat goes “SLYTHERIN” he’s absolutely shocked.  he’s confused.  he just stares at albus, confused, until yann (jonathan gordon, who once again gives us a delightfully dislikable yann) says some shit and james just turns to him and swats his hand at him.  he genuinely looked ready to fight yann.  i couldn’t tell but i think he tells him to stop?? it was hard to hear but his mouth definitely moved, i think to tell yann to cut it out.

~the scene with the students eavesdropping on mcgonagall’s meeting with the parents.  oh my god i don’t think he did anything that much differently than last time but i need to talk about this because i didn’t do it justice in my last recap.

~they sit on the stairs (iirc) top to bottom craig, yann, karl, rose, james.  i’m gonna ignore craig, yann, and karl since there are some serious family feels going on w rose and james

~jsp and rose begin the scene smiling, snickering as they hear that albus and scorpius fucked up.  “ahaha they got into deep shit” but then when they learn that they wrote rose and hugo (??whom??) out of time and then killed harry, their faces fall.  james’s eyes become vacant, far-off as he learns what happened to his brother.  his breathing becomes heavier and faster until he’s a few breaths from hyperventilating.  he leans his forehead against the stairwell/banister and shakes his head, mouthing/whispering “no…no…”

~nadia brown’s rose is such a little shit but she’s so good in this scene.  when she learns that she didn’t exist in the new timeline, she grabs james’s shoulder and he grabs her hand.  they don’t let go for the rest of the scene.

~i’m like half convinced that will got the part because of his amazingly expressive eyebrows.  i think my sister calls it “back row acting?” his eyebrows can probably be seen from the back row.  after the mcgonagall scene is over he sits on the stairs, raising one eyebrow at rose and hermione, then goes back to reading the scroll.

~i didn’t mean for this to become a will carlyon fan account but he deserves it.  according to nicholas he’s the biggest potterhead in the cast. he’s a ravenclaw. he can sing.  he’s so fucking valid and i’m so glad he’s staying for year 3.  he’s got two followers on youtube and one of them is me.  please guys like no one talks about him and i’ll fill this niche.  same with the lovely sarita. she’s so kind and so beautiful and so talented she can sing so well and she gives everything during wand dance listen i spent the beginning of this thing making fun of my sister for liking joey so much but sarita……..

~cc nyc said straight girl/lesbian solidarity  

~anyway…

~nicholas podany as albus.  so. Many. Tears.  i didn’t realize this before but his whole body trembles when he cries?? i first noticed this when he and harry were in the slytherin common room.  i was like “are his pajamas vibrating?? is this an optical illusion (they’re striped pajamas)???” no, his whole body was shaking with suppressed crying.  once i noticed i couldn’t un-notice and this continued for the rest of the show.

~bubba weiler’s scorpius didn’t seem much different from usual? i could go on about him but….that’s what my unfinished fic is for……one day……….

~okay so this is where i elaborate on the scorbus moments that made me want to YEET myself off the roof of the theatre (if you had to make sense of my typos on discord: i am Sorry)

~the slytherin dorm scene: scorpius tickles albus to wake him up.  he then makes himself comfortable on albus’s bed and won’t stop rubbing and patting his thigh.

~in addition to being austistic, bubba!scorp is bisexual (jon case would be proud) and here is PROOF: to flirt, bubba!scorpius leans against objects, sprawls his body out, plays with his hair, etc all extremely cheesy, greasy, suave moves.  he blows a kiss to polly as he’s sprawled across the stairs.  when he ROLLS down the stairs (looked painful…) to see rose at the end, he plays with his hair, shoots her a finger gun (further proof he’s bi), and lowers his voice.  but the comparison i need to highlight is THIS: when he says rose smells like bread, (1) he leans against the suitcases, trying to look suave, and (2) his face is instant regret. he silently bends back and mouths “WHAT WHY BREAD?? WHAT??? WHY???” and now…when he delivers his “ENGORGIMPRESSED” line to albus, he (1) leans against the sink, (2) grins, lowering his voice, and when the pun doesn’t land, (3) his face immediately falls, instant regret, the literal definition of “oH MY GOD WHAT WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT” the same expression he had when rose wasn’t impressed.  coincidence? i think NOT.  he’s trying so hard to flirt but he has no idea how to interact w people im --

~delphi in the church: when the adults have all surrounded delphi with their magic in the center of the stage, albus, ginny, and scorpius are huddled together. scorpius is behind albus, clutching his shoulder and hand.  albus breaks free for “SHE’S A MURDERER I’VE SEEN HER MURDER” (an underappreciated line imo) and scorpius just watches him, clearly wanting to help but not knowing how

~the final hug.  my initial, endorphin-fueled reaction was, verbatim: “THE FUNAL HUG NSCWR SEEN IR LAST SO LLNG NEVER SAW NICJ HUG HIM BACK NOSES ALMOST TOYCHONF.”  not even this is enough to convey my reaction to the final hug, but i’ll try my best to transcribe it.  

scorpius: runs up the stairs, grabs albus into a hug

albus: stunned for a moment, then wraps his arms around scorpius’s shoulders and hugs him back, burying his face into the crook of scorpius’s neck.  this is the first time i’ve seen him hug back, at least so fiercely.  they stand there for a good 3-5 seconds, then albus says, quietly, “what’s this? i thought we didn’t hug.”

scorpius, pulling back but still close to albus: “i wasn’t sure whether we should…” *looks up at albus, literal inches from his face* “in this new version of us…” *more gazing into each other’s eyes for a few seconds*

albus: “well…you better ask rose if it’s the right thing to do…” he sounded unsure? not as playful as before?

scorpius: *stares at albus for a few seconds* “a..aaha………..yeah right!”

he turns around and runs down the stairs.  albus goes “i’ll see you at dinner!” and scorpius turns around, smiles at him, and walks off, albus grinning and gazing so lovingly as he departs i’m gonna c r y

i can’t think of anything else to say about the show itself?  but my sister has given me a lot of material so i’m gonna talk about what went on with her because it’s relevant to our stage door interactions.

as we ate, she described how she would rewrite cc.  she has valid and absolutely invalid suggestions.  she would keep the father/son issues, make scorbus canon, remove or rewrite rose, and rewrite delphi’s backstory (valid).  she would remove the sorting hat and the dark timeline (not valid).  

during the intermission between acts 3 and 4, we started looking through the playbill and she started gossiping/venting about how much she hates the people in her school’s theatre (valid, since they’re bullying assholes).  i brought up a meme i sent her that i saw on twitter about how no high school theatre guys can sing, act, dance, and not be sexist.  somehow this discussion went back to nicholas podany? she was like, “i’ve been listening to his songs and deep blue is a low-key bop.” i asked if she heard his most recent song, telling myself.  she hadn’t and she immediately went to soundcloud to listen to it.  her reaction was PRICELESS.  she absolutely adored it.  she was dancing in her seat, going “okay this is actually really good??” like ofc it is? i don’t recommend bad songs? she tried to replay it but then her data ran out and the lyric theatre wifi is shit so she got very upset.  then the lights turned off and she reluctantly took out her earbuds.

there was a little girl (around 6-7ish, i’d say) in the very first row dressed as hermione for part one--complete with a doll and a broom.  for part two she was wearing a hedwig costume that looked homemade! she was very adorable, and bubba waved hello to her when he came for the curtain call.

stage door:

~sarita came out first! we told her that this was our third time at the show and second time seeing her.  i congratulated her on being cast as polly and she was so happy! dare i say…..loml

~tom and antoinette were so happy to have been the first cover romione we saw! tom was like “ah, you saw the best ron (himself)!” we were in front of a man from the uk who had seen the london show five times, and he and tom struck up a conversation about where they were from.

~nadia brown was so happy to see us! she didn’t remember us lmao but she’s so friendly

~edward james hyland (amos/dumbledore) was…politically campaigning?? the people in front of us were from vermont and he was like “ah…vermont…do you support bernie??” just like that.  they were caught off guard but i think they gave an affirmative answer, and he was like “and if he doesn’t get the nomination…?” they were still caught off guard and he just went “you’ll vote blue, right…? cause it’s the right thing to do….?” idk i’m firmly liberal but i thought this was a weird place to get political but okay

~EVERYONE was telling nicholas podany about how much they love telling myself.  he was telling the people in front of us about how it was mastered/mixed by solange’s producer(?) and my sister and i exchanged :0 looks.  she was getting shy, but i was like “tell him! he’ll love to talk about it, i guarantee it!” because even though i produce 0 content, i *am* an artist and i *do* know that we artists love validation

~so he came to us and she started talking about his songs! we’re fortunate that it was a more rock-y song so we’re…able to sound like we know what we’re talking about lmao.  growing up our mom would play us classical music (check out beethoven’s wig yo) and our dad would play us the ramones.  one of my earliest memories was arguing with my sister (probably around 4 at the time) about the lyrics to “i wanna be sedated” ahh… (she was correct btw)

~(don’t argue with me the ramones may not be poets but they’re valid)

~i was right! he was SO excited to talk to us!! my sister complimented the song and the production.  she said “i ADORE your new song!! it’s a high key bop!” and he broke into the BIGGEST smile.  she was like “i’m gonna play it until i hate it” and he said something along the lines of “i was in the studio listening to it nonstop for 8(??) hours i can’t stand it.”  he was talking about how he made the song with his “own scorpius” but i forgot who…he said scorpius and my mind blanked lmao.  he’s brought this person up before in interviews so i can probably find it.  she complimented the fact that it was different from his usual stuff and he told us about how he had a rock band in high school.  @nick where tf is your rock content pls deliver

~i actually spoke this time and cut in to tell him about how she was trying to listen to it on repeat but the signal gave out. she was trying to tell me to shut up but it’s my legal duty as the older sister to embarrass her.  

me: “I told her about your song during the intermission—”

her: “don’t!”

me: “no, nO, i told her and she was listening and then she ran out of data—”

him: “aaAa noo!”

her: “I listened to it!”

~then i told him that we loved seeing how he played albus and that we’re going to miss him, that we were going to see the cast change show but we couldn’t get tickets (i kindly left off the reason why), and he was so sweet about it *clenches heart* he told us how much he loves being able to experience this, that we’ll be so lucky to have james romney take over, etc etc i kinda wasn’t listening bc I was too emo, but I remember going “…but I don’t want to say goodbye…” and he just. gave me a sad look like “I know.”  there was so much pity in his expression.  why is he leaving us.

~the uk guy behind us was talking about how he’d seen the london year 3 and 4.  nicholas was like “oh, joe and dom? yeah i’ve spoken to joe and dom—wait, no, i haven’t met dom? i know he has an impressive social media presence” and they started talking about how different actors bring different things to albus and how the show allows them to explore different aspects to their characters and he just…wasn’t making any of this any easier for me lmao i’m mourning the loss of nick!albus and it’s not even march

~i feel bad that we weren’t able to speak with fiona reid (petunia/umbridge) because nicholas was talking to us.  

~jonno roberts.  this was the first time i’ve interacted w him at sd.  his draco has made such an impact on me, he’s my favorite actor in the show, and what do i say? what great words come out of my mouth? “hi you were great.” my sister KICKED me with her heeled boots. good thing i’m a lesbian because my doc martens protected my feet from the force of her anger.

~james snyder was enraptured in conversation with the people in front of us and just took our playbills to sign as he spoke with them. then he went “hi,” passed over us to talk to the guy behind us.  my sister was like “you were great!”

~tbh sd was kinda messy bc we were at the end of the line and the barrier things didn’t allow for the actors to get enough room to interact with the fans at the back. also jonno was standing there and he’s not a small man.

~saw several male actors leaving sd, waving goodbye at us and just walking away.  MOOD.  i was exhausted and i wasn’t the one running around on stage!

[flyingcookierambles]

asdf

the struggle of trying to practice chinese tones and phonetics properly but 1) youre legally deaf/hoh/have a moderate hearing loss and 2) hate the sound of your own voice. like at first ive always thought that it was bc everyone hates the sound of their own voice on video bc it sounds nothing like how you think you sound. like my mom always complains abt it bc she thinks that she sounds super high and borderline shrilly lol. but now that i know that my gender is uh not-cis and i feel more comfy with leaning towards some masculine traits (always picking male avatars in video games, preferring deeper low voices, etc.) i kinda want my voice to be deeper and stuff so i guess i realized that i usu try to talk in a calm lower voice. (im also just a p chill person anyways so w/e ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ). but when i try to do chinese tones 1 and 2 which are higher, i cringe bc i sound too high and female-ish. also the neutral secret 5th tone is just your normal voice and im just like my normal talking voice is lower anyways so idk so my 3 and 4 tones (downwards) sound super exaggerated  and stuff. im like. using the voxal voice changer program (free trial) to practice speaking and tones and stuff (to myself) rn since i dont have a real live person/language partner. maybe ill try out the learnchinese subreddit discord im part of since they have voice channels and help stuff or some program like italki or something later. but for now im just like. man. idk what my “natural” voice even is anymore. idk bruh rip 

ive also been told that i gravitate more towards calm masculine voices anyways by my hearing doctor a few years ago anyways bc of my hoh thing as well. she was actually p cool and did a thing that like no other audiologist did in my (at the time) 17 or 18 years of life. she played a recording of a short paragraph with male and female voices, said that due to female intonations and pitch changes happening more (or something like that) i had a harder time hearing it sometimes and that i probably subconsciously prefer male voices since society makes males have less emotion/intonation/pitch changes in everyday speech. or something like that, so its easier for me to hear/comprehend. and then she played the same recording two more times, one at a “normal level of hearing” and then at “my level of hearing” which was so low i could barely hear. my mom seemed super shocked like she didnt realize how bad my hearing loss was. tbh i also dont realize most the time as well since i dont really like wearing my hearing aids. due to stuff happening when i was a child in elementary school and middle school i dont really like wearing them and havent worn them regularly and i pass most the time as a fully able-bodied person unless it involves whispering or talking on the phone. whenever i put the hearing aids in everything becomes too loud and hurts kinda, so i end up turning them down anyways via bluetooth/ my phone’s opticon app. also i uh. sometimes just ended up using them as super expensive airpods lol since you can play music from your phone on them so. lol.

eh this post is all over the place, starting abt me complaining abt chinese tones and gender dysphoria due to hearing your own voice to deafness issues lol. 

[mairinsgale]

alright I watched the kny dub of episode 3 twice and now I’ll actually say something other than “everything sucks.” I didn’t say this in a post but I told Grae (who watched the episode with me) that I didn’t think Sabito’s voice fit him that much, but from rewatching it again my opinion’s kind of changed only by a bit. I think it’s fitting for Sabito’s more gentle side rather than his tough one we actually see in the episode, which is why it gets a pass from me I guess. I don’t know what’s giving me this impression exactly, it’s most likely because of the voice sounding more childish and high-pitched but once again I’m not sure. As I’ve said, I definitely prefer the original, because it fits for the part of him we actually see in the episode. One of the lines I think made the dub voice grow on me was, “it took you six months, but now you finally belong,” idk, I just think it was delivered well?? Yeah, I don’t like it in general, and I’ll probably keep screaming about it to Grae, but as I said, it gets a pass from me

[eazs-unprofessional-art-blog]

so I’ve noticed a pattern

...

that was a joke I have no clue why some of the stuff I posts gets 10 notes while another gets 1-2. I posted something real simple on my hamilton blog and immediately got ~20 notes. this is what I get for drawing for a fandom that is taking its last breaths

anyway uh... hm. here is... a female Toby. Her name is Toby (because Toby is also a female name and god damn it I’m increative. Idk about Tobias tho. Oh well)

want some random things about her?

a fucking RAT. can’t keep secrets for shit.

pan, but ssssstronk preference towards other women

unlike the male version of her, she rarely bothers putting her hood up, unless she is on a hunt. She does however still mostly wear the mouth guard and goggles.

woah high pitched voice? she literally has the voice of Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors (check out https://youtu.be/YIvpOIUqKKA for what I mean 👀)

waffles are okay I guess, but ummmm crêpes!!!

actually she just likes French food in general.

never combs her hair. sure it’s clean, but it is a literal mess you can’t put your fingers through it. it’s bad.

probably listens to female kpop bands.

surprisingly good at baritone saxophone??? like???

smells like blood and bad whiskey most of the time

24 years old

flirts with everyone, although usually it’s subtle

she still of course has the stutter

tell me if you want more 👀

[jeno-screaming]

No One Can Know || Huang Renjun

A/N: I always dream myself of being the first and/or only girl in NCT, considering I’m 17 I’ll most likely be put in Dream for like 2 years and then move on to somewhere else. Idk why but I always feel like the members would be so awkward around me??

Request: Being nct's 19th member and having a relationship with one of the dreamies

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, female!reader

Warnings: swearing? Uhm maybe some PG-13 moments but y’know I ain’t about to sexualize my prince

^^that fucking COLLARBONE

Alrighty so, you are a female SM Rookie, and you’ve been training for about 4 years. you’re just about to turn 18 when you get news that you will be the first and only female member of NCT

somehow, the manager of NCT and Lee Soo Man agreed that your singing style, dancing abilities and visuals would fit perfectly with NCT. you were going to be put into a 4 member girl group but some shit went down between some of the girls and one got removed for not setting a good image for SM

so your trainee group disbanded before you even debuted but stayed in SM (except for the girl that got kicked out) and you happened to be chosen for the group called NCT. amazing right? you’ve meet a few of the members here and there but never got close to them because they were busy and you were busy,,, yeah good times

well one night, your manager decides it would be a good time to meet the members, and you’re hella scared because they are icons right now and you want to make a good first impression on them so they don’t hate you or anything

so he goes up to their dorms and leaves you in the practice room, he said it might be a while before they come because it was kind of late so their probably not dressed or even completely awake, so he gave you permission to mess with the stereo system and dance or something

you hooked up your phone to the aux and searched through your playlist, finding a song that brought back such memories, “Joey Parker - Just That Girl” that one song from Another Cinderella Story. the choreography is pretty average but believe me when I say, your 9/10 year old self CAME OUT when this song played, memories of you trying to learn this dance in your room popped up in your head as you smile

from what little bit you remember, you play the song at a decent volume and begin to find the rhythm and move your feet along. your favorite part is when your hands find one hip and this do that Bollywood dance thing. idk if I’m describing this well but just picture it in your head or watch the video

you’re so lost in the music that you kind of forget that you’re supposed to be meeting all 18 of the NCT members in like 10 minutes that your entire body just takes control as you freestyle and laugh at yourself for sucking at it, freestyle definitely wasn’t your strong point. everything has to be choreographed at least a tiny bit for you to even attempt to freestyle

your nostalgia brings you to other songs that barely even have a dance to it but you still manage to lip sync along and sway your hips enough to make it look like you know what you’re doing. in the middle of you blasting the Big Time Rush theme song, the practice room door opens to reveal your manager, peaking his head in to make sure you’re still alive before bringing the herd of boys into the room

you rush over to your phone and unplug the aux cord before putting your phone away and bowing towards the large sum of males in you presence. you’re guessing the members weren’t told that you were either A) not being added to the group or B) a girl. all their faces freeze up and stare at the manager with dumbfounded faces

“Gentlemen, meet your new member. The first and only girl of NCT. Miss (Y/N) whose stage name will be Ariel.” your head feels quite flushed as you search for a reaction in the members. the first member to speak up is a medium heighten guy with platinum blonde hair, his eyes stand out the most and his voice is in the middle of deep and high pitch. he must either be the visual or an actual God from heaven

“We’re very excited to meet you Y/N, would you prefer us call you by your name or stage name?” your mind goes blank as for you aren’t sure if you’d get used to having a stage name, in your previous group, you didn’t have a stage name. you went by your original name so you just assumed that’s what you’d stick with here with NCT

“Y/N is fine with me. Ariel is for the fans and interviews, you guys can call me Y/N.” They all seem to agree with your statement and then go down the line and introduce themselves. when it comes to a boy with strawberry blonde hair, he seems semi-shy. maybe he’s just tired or something.

his name is Huang Renjun, his voice sounds a little higher than other members which you find adorable. his smile makes you smile a bit yourself as you bow in respects. he was the 2nd to last member to introduce himself so your eyes would occasionally drift to him as you take in small details at a time

moving on to when you’re finally debuted as the first female of NCT. you were placed in with the Dreamies and they’re latest comeback was your debut with them. We Go Up. one thing you were excited about most was sharing a line with Renjun during the bridge, the choreography had you and Renjun in the center with the other members standing in the back

during this part, the choreographer decided that you two would sing the song towards each other, so when you sing “I need you right here” your eyes would be locked with each other and your hands point to the ground during “here”

you felt like your connection with Renjun deepened as time went on. often times during practice he would grab your hand and place it over his heart as to say “I need you in my life” and you weren’t ever sure if he was simply joking around or if it truly meant something to him

another time he would mess around would be during Drippin’ there wasn’t a dance for it but you guys would have random dance parties in the practice room and sometimes they would make up dances to their song that don’t have choreography. so during Drippin, there’s a part where they say “Tab Tab” and Renjun always says “tap tap” instead to be funny

and you know what tap means? tap dat ass ;) YES Renjun will come up to you and slap your butt to the rhythm of “Tab tab” whenever the song comes on in the dance room because he thought it was flirtatious and funny. the members would notice and laugh at him for being pervy and cheeky but you never minded it ;;))

okay so now you two are dating, yay we’re getting somewhere actually. well you obviously can’t tell anyone accept for the members. they knew you two liked each other and some fans had the speculation but never acted upon it due to the fact that they were mostly hating on you for being too close to their “oppa” yes you received hate, a lot, but tbh the members really helped you through. mostly Renjun and we all know why

he loves you a lot and he makes sure you know that every single day he sees you. which isn’t often because although SM allowed you into an all male group, you had to sleep in a separate dorm away from the boys and couldn’t see them until you had work together

so the makeout part? yeah that ties to how much Renjun loves you. a lot of the times he shows his love through kisses and hugs because he isn’t always good with words, mostly because you make him speechless :) adorable. anyways one day you were so torn down by a hate blog that was made against you on the Internet you were on the verge of tears, tempted to leave SM completely and go back to school

but Renjun wouldn’t allow it. he couldn’t let the fans get to you, his favorite line was “True fans would support you. They need to love all 19 members and now single you out” and he showered you in kisses and stroked your hair softly. nuzzling his nose into your cheek because it always made you giggle which was his favorite thing about you

he grabs your chin and turns your head towards him. his eyes sparkle brightly and you remember why you fell in love with him in the first place. those eyes that you stared into during the dance. the eyes that made you believe that you deserved to be apart of NCT. your thoughts are cut off by his soft lips landing gently on yours. you kiss back and your hand lays on the side of his and his hand are on your thighs. his left one reaches underneath your thigh and grips it as he encourages you to sit on his lap

each knee is settled on either side of his hips and both his hands travel down to your back pockets. his lips continue to taste every inch of your lips and mouth. your hands tug at the back of his hair making him hum in response. he loves when you play his hair, but while you two are kissing makes it even better for him

he leans back away from the kiss and takes a deep breath. his smile never leaves his face. later on after the kissing, he manages to convince you to take a bath with him. very innocent, nothing happens. he just wants to keep an eye on you during this difficult time of your life

it’s about 9 months into your relationship that you feel like your ready to come clean to the fans. you still get hated on but after the Dreamjes did a VLive one day and expressed how disappointed they were in how the czennies were treating you, the hate decreased rather quickly. I guess it takes the disappointment of your favorite people to stop hating on a human being who just wants to make music.

you hoped that with the VLive they did, there wouldn’t be any backlash from you and Renjun coming out to the fans as a couple. it took about a week before SM allowed you two to expose yourselves. they said it would be best to do a VLive so that the explanation can be verbal and not forced out

if that made sense ?? anyways, you and Renjun get ready for your live video and you have a mental breakdown because you’re terrified that the fans will begin to unstan Junnie or Dream but his tells you that everything will be alright.

after titling the video “a message to NCTzen” Renjun grabs your hand and pressed live. you two watch as the fans swarm in by the hundreds. “We’ll start after 1,500 viewers okay?” You nod your head and take a deep breath. he squeezes your hand out of frame, your eyes avoid the comment section because you know it’s not good

“Okay everyone we have an announcement. Y/N and I have been wanting to say this for a while but with the chaos that came with her debuting with the group, we weren’t sure it was a good idea. Now we both see how much you guys have accepted her as a member and now I was you guys to accept her as... my girlfriend. Yes we are together, we have been together for almost a year and I would really really appreciate it if you guys didn’t send any sort of hate her way. She’s going to disable the comments of your Instagram posts and make her twitter private for a while to avoid and problems that would erupt from this. Thank you very much for understanding and we’ll see you later. NCTzen’s WE LOVE YOU”

Renjun ends the live after a few minutes of reading comments and he grabs your face to give you a deep deep kiss. Now we wait to see how the media will react to the news.

[seasaltmemories]

celica alm cooking fluff plssssssssss

Celica’s calves burned from the walk up the stairs to her apartment.  She had told herself she should exercise more and taking the stairs instead of the elevator was an easy first step, but after a long day of working late, her body was regretting that decision.  As soon as let herself in, she kicked her heels off to the side, and peeled off the rest of her sweaty clothing until she was down to her underwear.  After running across the city and back in the hot sun, all she wanted to do was take a shower and then collapse into bed.  Tomorrow was going to be just as strenuous, so there was no need to drag today out any longer, even if that phone-call still hung in her mind.

However, before she could make it to the bathroom, she noticed the tv in the living room was still on.  As she went to turn it off she found Alm asleep on the couch.  Strange, he wasn’t the type watch much tv and doze off.    Figuring he’d prefer to sleep in his own bed, she nudged him gently.

“Mmhm?”  Alm groaned as  he lifted his head.  “Celica?”

“It’s me,” Up close, she noticed the stains lining his t-shirt and a glob of something smattered across the bridge of his nose.  Knowing him, Gray and the rest of the gang must have dragged him into something stupid, but that would be a story to hear another day. “You should wash up and get to bed.”

Slowly he began to sit up, stretching his limbs out like he was a cat.  “What time is it?”

“11:00pm.  Don’t worry, I’m gonna be joining you soon.”

Immediately his head snapped towards her, suddenly alert and lively.  “Ah! Good then I didn’t miss it!  Follow me!”  Before she could protest, he had already grabbed her hand and dragged her to the kitchen.  “Ta da!”  With a flourish he flicked the light-switch.  “Happy Birthday!”

Sitting on the counter was a plastic cake container with a note proclaiming the same cheery message. If it had been any other day she would at least appreciate the effort, but after everything that had happened, she couldn’t mask her disappointment.

“Alm...we talked about this.”  It had been bad enough having to spoil Mae and Boey’s attempt at a surprise lunch date.  “I just don’t really have the time for--”  She tried to search for the right words, but ended up coming up blank.  “--that.”  She gestured at the container.

Alm ran a hand through his hair  “I know you didn’t want to celebrate, but I thought something simpler could help make the festivities go down a bit easier.  So what if it isn’t a birthday cake, just one I happened to make this afternoon?  We can save it for tomorrow if you’re really too tired.”

In the light she could see it was flour that had gotten all over his clothes and face.  Considering the evening out together he had originally planned, Alm really was trying to meet her on her level.  It wasn’t like she disliked her birthday, but with her polling and research running her more ragged than usual on top of the other normal stresses of life, she felt as if she physically couldn’t relax, that if left doing nothing for too long she would snap and lash out at those just wanting to help her and ruin everything.    

Without warning, her stomach let loose a loud growl.  When she did the math in her head, she realized she hadn’t had any food since her quick lunch at 3.

“I guess one slice wouldn’t hurt.”

Alm’s smile was so bright, she thought it might blind her in that moment.  “Sounds great!  One slice coming up!”  With a flourish he removed the top...

...and revealed the saddest cake she had ever seen.  She hadn’t expected any homemade effort to be professional quality, but what frosting had managed to stay on the cake seemed to double its height.  The poor thing couldn’t even stand up straight.

She couldn’t help.  Immediately she broke in an ugly laugh, so hard she buried her face in her hands in an attempt to keep some measure of dignity.

“Hey! I worked very hard on it!” Alm scowled, but he couldn’t hide the flush slowly creeping up his neck.

“I know you did, honey.  I appreciate it, truly,”  She leaned forward to kiss his cheek.  “What matters the most is that it tastes good.”

Back in highschool, when imagining the grand and ambitious life she’d have once she left home, Celica hadn’t picture herself eating an ugly slice of cake in her underwear at midnight.  But as Alm and she ate (it actually turned out to taste pretty decent) something in her slowly began to still.  Ugh, somehow she always managed to forget just how much slowing down helped her, even when every bone in her body screamed not to.  Funny how humans were like that.  Repeating the same mistakes over and over again.  Really she was a pro at it.  But instead of beating herself over it, she tried to focus on the way Alm’s thumb skimmed over her knuckles.  It was harder to lose her head with him anchoring her.

When they both finished, Alm moved to put the cake up, but before he could leave, she squeezed his hand.

“Hmm?”  He raised an eyebrow.  With the way that flour was still caked across the bridge of his nose, she couldn’t help but smile and lean forward to wipe it off.

“Dad texted me today.”

Alm muttered something under his breath, yet from the way his grip tighten around her she knew more or less what he said.

“I thought you had blocked that bastard’s number?”

“And changed mine since the last time he pulled this stunt.”  Celica massaged the side of her temple with her free hand.  “But he must have been using his latest girlfriend’s phone bc I didn’t recognize the number and thought it might be one of the priests I’ve scheduled to interview.  And once I started reading....it was like a train-wreck, couldn’t look away no matter how much I wanted to.”

“What’d he say?”

“The same old about not being sure about how much time he has left,” She sighed as she pulled at a loose string.  It always felt like she pouring salt in an exposed wound right after she thought it had closed.  “And he tried to worm his way into getting an invitation to the wedding.”  

Alm let go of his hand to cup her face, his thumb stroking her cheek gently.  “Cel...don’t feel like you have to forgive him just it’s what you’re “supposed” to do.  You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your special day for other people’s happiness.  Least of all, his.”

“Oh the guilt is definitely there, but I feel like I’m handling it better,”  Despite her light pitch the bitterness steeped through all the same.  “Rather it feels like I have no choice.  If he was able to get my number he can probably figure out where its gonna be and invite myself.  I feel tied to being his daughter no matter what I do.”

Alm bit his lip--a common habit for when he was frustrated.  One one hand it was touching to see him emphasize so much with her, but on the other she hated making him suffer.

“I called my therapist about it.  When I get around to my next session we’ll be ready to tackle it.”

“Doesn’t make me want to try and fix everything any less,”  Alm pulled away, fists clenching and unclenching.  This was an old song and dance for them, yet that didn’t ease the pain a bit.  “You know I’m always willing to do whatever I can.”

“And I love you for that.”  It was Celica’s turn to stroke his arm.  Truly even this meant the world to her. “It doesn’t help that he offered to cover expenses.  Almost makes me want to tolerate him just so that money isn’t stuck sitting in his trust funds and--”

“--Celica, I would never ask that of you.”  Green eyes bore into her soul.  “I feel awful that you’ve had to be working yourself to death for me, but I promise once I pass the bar exam, things will get easier for both of us.”

She took that moment to study Alm closely, to really observe the man she would dedicate herself to in the matter of a few months and the worry that lined his face. My my in moments like this she could trace out the boy she first met, who had been doing his damnest to befriend the lonely, rich girl.

“Look at us--”  Celica gestured from her underwear, to the cake, then to the rest of the apartment, at a lost of what to say.  “--just...tripping over each to see who can do the most for the other.  I thought it was my job to overthink things.”

“We’re both the professional types,” Alm ran a hand through his hair.  “Professional disasters for now but one day we might get prompted on up to professional mess.”

“It will be quite exciting won’t it?”  Celica laughed.  The memories swarmed before her eyes, of the two of them sharing their dreams during homecoming, imagining the world that would wait for them once they left their small town. They had managed to survive high school together and even made it through undergrad all while thousands of miles apart.  The fact they made it this far would have blown her fourteen year-old mind.

“Hey, don’t worry about saving the world, Superman.”  This time she pressed a kiss to his nose.  “Just be my Clark Kent.”  Even with no clear solution to her father, the wedding, or tomorrow’s long hours, her shoulders still as if some of the weight had been lifted.

“Eh not sure if I can ever give up on the world,”  From the faraway look in his eye, he must have been reliving the past just like her.  “but you think it’s ok for now?”

The same tired side of her was ready to insist everything was fine, that she had to rush to bed so she could rush all tomorrow again.  However its tiredness seemed to have drained even her own weariness.

“Can we cuddle for a bit?”  She felt like a teen voicing such a desire.  “We’ve been out of sync with our schedule for a while now, and I’ve really missed it.”

Without another word, Alm wrapped her in his arms.  As Celica rested her head against his heart, she knew that everything they’ve been through would have all been worth it just to have this moment.  

A.N. Idk if I know how to fluff anymore, so some hurt/comfort as much as it got away from the prompt I am just happy to finish something

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Let’s Play....!

Summary: Roman is tiny, and he wants Virgil to be his playmate. Virgil thinks he knows what’s to come, but Tiny!Roman has a different idea.

Word Count: 1,974

Characters/Pairings: Virgil and Tiny!Roman (platonic Prinxiety); little bit of Patton and very brief Logan

Genre: Fluff and hurt/comfort (kids are a wild ride, lemme tell you what)

Warnings: Yelling, crying, obnoxious breaking of the 4th wall, small mention of hitting (playful, really) (Let me know if I missed any!) 

Tags: (IDK who like Tiny!Sides stuff, so if you don’t, just ignore this lol)  @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @ssides @pantasticpanini @anxious-but-whatever

Author’s Note: Shoutout to @tinysidestrashcaptain for writing and reblogging amazing Tiny!Sides stuff that inspired me to write this. Also shoutout to @onthevirge for encouraging me to write this after I rambled about loving Roman way too much. Also, I don’t really like to write in “toddler speak” (just a personal preference), so when you read Roman’s lines, just read them in a high-pitched little kid voice. ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy!

“Viiiiirrrrrgiiiiiilllll,” a high-pitched voice called throughout the MindScape, causing the Anxious Side’s heart rate to pick up. Well, he should’ve figured it’d only be a matter of time. It seemed that Roman had woken up from his nap, and he was ready to play.

Obviously, Roman wasn’t exactly his normal self at this point. The Prince had come back from one of his DreamScape escapades-well, run back screaming and crying-as a 3-year-old because apparently the Dragon Witch couldn’t actually kill the one who created her. Logically speaking, she’d die, too. So, she’d gifted them a younger Roman, and so far Virgil wasn’t a fan. Normal Princey was loud and boisterous enough; a toddler Roman was no different, from what he could tell, just not able to project as loudly but at a higher tone that grated at his nerves.

Normally, Logan or Patton was in charge of Tiny Roman, but Thomas needed them today. Well, he’d really needed all of them, but seeing as Roman was a little out of commission, someone had to stay in the MindScape with the kid. Morality and Logic were the most reasonably qualified for the task at hand, so, after a little bribery and compromise, the others convinced Virgil to be Roman’s caretaker for the day. 

“Viiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrgiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilllll!!!!”

Running his hands through his hair, Virgil dragged himself out of bed and vanished from his room, appearing in Roman’s realm. However, upon initial and further inspection, he realized the Creative Side’s room was empty. Feeling his heart rate pick up and his stomach drop, he quickly left the room and materialized into the MindScape’s Common Room.

In their version of Thomas’s sitting room, Virgil sighed in relief when found 3-year-old Roman sitting on the floor, surrounded by art supplies. Normal-sized Roman could conjure up just about anything he wanted to make his daydreams come true, but regressed Roman wasn’t as knowledgeable in that department. So, the other three Sides had banded together to get the tyke some art supplies to satisfy his creative urges. 

Virgil took stock of the room, and what a surprise, Roman wanted to play kingdom-centric make-believe. A bag of plastic jewels was ripped open, it’s contents splayed all over the carpet; shiny silver and gold construction paper was haphazardly stacked on the carpet right next to the little one. A few bed sheets (likely snagged from Logan’s meticulously organized linen closet) were half folded on the floor next to the coffee table, and Roman’s sword (the one he used when he was normal-sized) was carefully laid on top of the table next to a finished golden paper crown, impressively decorated with the plastic precious stones. 

The tot-sized Roman, adorned in the little cape Patton had made him, was hunched over on the carpet, concentrating hard on something that Virgil couldn’t see. Not realizing the other Side was behind him, Roman took a deep breath and yelled at the top of his little lungs: “VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRR-” 

“WHAT, Roman?” Virgil snapped. “I heard you, and what are you doing up from your nap? You’re supposed to wait until I come get you!” 

 The Tiny Prince jumped and turned in an instant; his lower lip trembled and his eyes were dangerously wet as he chewed on his lower lip and refused to make eye contact with the older Side. Sighing, the Anxious Side lowered to his knees and looked the other in the eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry I was mean to you, Ro. I’m just....sleepy.” And definitely haven’t been verging on an anxiety attack for the last hour, and that was before I thought I’d lost you, little escape artist. He thought grudgingly to himself.

“It’s okaaay...” Roman rubbed his eyes; he put his hands behind his back and swayed back and forth, obviously working up the courage to ask Virgil for something he knew the older Side wouldn’t like. “Hey, Viiiirge...”

“Yeah, Roman?” Virgil leaned against the front of the couch, bracing himself for whatever ridiculousness the little one would request. 

“Will you play with meee?”

“Well, since I left my room, I might as well.” He forced up a smile for good measure when Roman didn’t look impressed, just a bit charmed by the Prince’s antics (though he’d never admit it, of course). “Yeah, sure, what’d you have in mind?”

“Princes!” Roman eagerly turned back to whatever he was working on, missing the flash of annoyance on the other’s face.

Virgil sighed. “What will I be? A fiery, scary dragon?” Virgil mimicked blowing out fire.

“No!”

“A big, mean, hairy troll?” Virgil put his arms up, miming a menacing beast.

“NO! I just told you!” A now red-cheeked Roman pouted, turning back to Virgil with his secret project behind his back. “A prince! I’m Prince Roman, and you’re Prince Virgil!”

Virgil had nothing to say to that right away. It was the last request he would have expected of Roman, quite frankly, and he wasn’t sure if he trusted it. 

“R-Really?” Virgil eyed the other carefully. “Will I be an evil prince? Will we get into a big fight, and-”

“No!” Roman yelled, his eyes spilling over with tears this time. “You’re Prince Virgil! You’re big and strong and scary to the bad guys and you’ll take care of me and the castle and all the people like Thomas!!!” Roman collapsed onto the floor, melting into soft, hiccuping sobs; Virgil felt his heart clench as the little prince curled into a ball on the carpet.  

Crap crap crap crap crap you gotta fix this NOW, you idiot!

“Aw, Roman, I’m sorry.” Virgil mumbled, tentatively scooting himself closer to the Tiny Side. Roman side-eyed Virgil, equally distrustful of the other now. “Come on, Ro, please forgive me?” The Anxious Side made his voice as sickly sweet as possible, trying to ignore the fact that his tantrum obviously meant Roman had skipped most, if not all, of his midday nap. Getting onto him now would only make things worse, so Virgil opened his arms, remembering that Patton often bribed Tiny Roman with cuddles to get him to behave. 

Still whimpering, Roman uncurled himself and pushed up into a sitting position, staring at Virgil for a full five seconds before crawling into his lap; the emotional Side stuck his thumb in his mouth and laid against the other’s chest. 

“I guess that means you forgive me, huh?” Virgil murmured, chuckling a bit when Roman nodded his head; he rubbed his little charge’s back until his whimpers died down completely. “You okay now, buddy?” 

“Y-yeah.” Little Roman whispered.

“You still wanna play princes?” Virgil asked hesitantly. “I promise I’ll play by your rules this time, no questions asked. I’ll take care of you and the castle and all of our people...” He trailed off into a whisper, speaking more to himself than Roman. “Just like I do for Thomas.” 

“Yeah.” Roman nodded, but made no move to get out of Virgil’s lap. 

“Are you sure?” Virgil looked down, noting the droop of Roman’s eyes and head. Crap. If he slept now, he’d be up all night. “Roman, if you don’t get up, I’m gonna-” Virgil cut himself off and attacked Roman’s sides with his fingers, tickling the toddler until he shrieked with laughter.  

Through his own laughter, Virgil prompted, “So, I guess we gotta make me a crown, huh? Looks like you already got yours done; it looks really good.”

At this, Roman untangled himself and crawled over to where he’d been working just a few minutes earlier. Walking back on his knees, Roman came up in front of Virgil and grinned just before pulling a silver paper crown with black and purple jewels from behind his back. “This one’s your crown. I made you it. I put these ones on it,” he pointed at the gems.  

“Yeah.” Virgil smiled, a genuine smile this time. “It looks really good, Ro; I like it!”

“Let me put it!” Roman requested, the normal bounce returning to his voice; he gestured for Virgil to bend forward. The other complied, and the Tiny Prince giggled as he carefully placed his creation on his playmate’s head. “There! It’s peeeerfect!” The little one gave Virgil a big thumbs up, scampering over to the sheets piled on the floor, and Virgil noticed one of his black bedsheets folded beneath one of Logan’s dark blue ones.

“Here’s your cape!” Roman threw the sheet toward Virgil, giggling manically when the covering unfolded in the air and got caught on Virgil’s head. the Anxious Side couldn’t help but laugh at the little one’s glee. He pulled the blanket off his head and swung it around his back, tying a solid knot around his throat as Roman placed his own crown on his head. The small Side bent under the coffee table and brought out a little cardboard dagger, and he pointed to his own sword on the coffee table.

“That’s yours, Virge.” There was a twinge of sadness in the other’s words. “I’m too small to use it right now.” 

“It’s okay, Ro.” Virgil reassured him as he rose and crossed to receive the Prince’s most precious item. “I’ll take good care of it; I promise.”   

"Ok.” Roman still looked a bit sad, so Virgil hoisted him up into his arms, carefully holding Roman and the sword. 

“We can hold it together, and we’ll defeat whatever monsters try to take over our kingdom together!”

“Yay!!” Roman squealed, hugging Virgil’s neck. “You’re the best prince, EVER, Virgil!” 

“So are you, Roman. Now, let’s go!” Virgil cried, transporting them into Roman’s room so the Tiny Side could show him to his DreamScape.

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After hours of fighting baby dragons and half-sized trolls, Virgil carried a yawning Roman back to the Commons and laid him on the couch. As he set to work cleaning up their crafting mess from before, Roman cried out, “No, I wanna help!” and inched his way off the sofa.The Little Prince and the Anxious Side worked well together, Roman picking up the little pieces and Virgil handling the big stuff. 

Just as they finished cleaning up, Patton and Logan strolled into the Commons, and Roman’s face lit up brighter than Virgil had seen all day.

“Daddy Pat Pat! Mama Lolo!” Roman screeched gleefully, running to the paternal and logical Sides. Logan shot Virgil a dirty look at the nickname as Patton hauled the squirming toddler into his arms and planted a loving kiss on the little one’s cheek; Virgil wiggled his eyebrows in return. 

“What’d you get up to today, kiddo? Did you play with Virgil?” Patton cooed, setting the toddler so he faced him in his arms.

“Yeah! We played Princes! And Virgil was the big good prince and I was the little good prince and we stopped the dragons and trolls from getting in our castle! Virgil’s the best big brother eeeever!” Roman declared with a yawn, rubbing at his eyes. 

“Sounds like a great time, Little Guy.” Patton grinned at the Anxious Side, mouthing “Thank You” as Roman laid his head against Patton’s shoulder. Rubbing his charge’s back, the father figure whispered, “And now it’s bed time.” He turned to start Roman’s nighttime routine, pulling up when the little one tugged on his sleeve. 

“Can Virgil read me my story?” He mumbled into Patton’s neck, his eyes already half closed.

“I can do that, bud.” Virgil replied, coming up beside Patton and patting Roman’s back. Tiny Roman sighed contentedly, and the bigger Sides transported them into Roman’s room.

It wouldn’t take long at all for the tuckered out little Side to nod off, but Virgil and Patton would stay in the Creative Side’s room long after he’d fallen asleep, whispering back and forth about the adventures of the day.

And Virgil had to swat Patton on multiple occasions to keep him from squealing and waking up Roman.

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Have you ever actually drank warm milk? Sure. I never really drink milk because...well, I care about my stomach lmao, so I didn’t know there were mostly negative feelings about warm milk. That said, I’ve had it both cold and warm and don’t have a preference.

Have you used it to help you sleep? Did it work? No, because I’d be headed to the bathroom instead of my bed instead. Do you prefer to have milk when you eat cakes/cookies? I never have milk when having sweets. I prefer coffee.

What is your preferred brand of chocolate? The only chocolate bar I'll really eat is Twix. < Oooooh yes, Twix is good. Does Reese’s also count? That’s one of my favorites as well.

Do you like white chocolate? I love it. Milk chocolate is too sweet for me and irritates my throat most days, so I prefer to have white chocolate instead.

Do you use coconut oil for anything? What? No. It could be part of some products I use, but I wouldn’t be aware of them.

Have you been wanting to start watching any shows? I’ve been intrigued by the K-drama Nevertheless for quite some time, but I always find it impossible to start on TV series in general because most of them are toooooooo looonggggg, so idk if I’ll ever get on this. I’ve also been wanting to rewatch The Crown.

Are there any movies you want to see? Not really. Are there any movies/shows you've seen so many times you're sick of them? 50 First Dates. They kept showing it on one of the movie channels that we used to have for such a long time that I don’t really feel the urge to watch it again anymore, even though I actually really liked the movie and found it cute.

What about songs you've heard so many times you hate them? I wouldn’t go so far as to say ‘hate,’ but there are definitely a bunch of radio songs that are too overplayed. For instance, I like both Olivia Rodrigo and Billie Eilish but there’s been more than one instance wherein I’ll hear a song of theirs while I’m headed somewhere then hear the exact same song being played once I’m back in my car.

If you could look like any celebrity, which one would it be? I don’t wish to look like any of them, but I find Olivia Rodrigo very pretty.

Do you have any distinctive birthmarks? All of my birthmarks are on my backside so I can’t say for sure if they’re distinctive to other people lol. When was the first time you tasted alcohol? 18. I do distinctly recall one instance in high school where we were attending mass and we had to dip the host into the goblet of wine, but I had been in my I’m-never-taking-a-sip-of-alcohol phase so I just fake-dipped and consumed the host without the wine. I was around 16 or 17 then.

Do you wear socks under your slippers? Socks...under the slippers? I’m struggling to understand that lmao, but no I haven’t done this.

What is the coldest weather you've experienced? Japan was bitingly cold; second on the list would be Sagada – though I’m sure both places were cold just from a Southeast Asian standard because I live in a very humid and warm climate hahaha.

Have you ever eaten snow? Nope.

Are there any metals that turn your skin green? I don’t think so; at least this isn’t something I’ve experienced before.

Do you ever put honey in your tea? I don’t drink tea.

Do you know anybody who gets feminism confused with misandry? OMG this was my ex. This was Gabie AS FUCK. I hated talking about feminism and equality with her because the latter was just nonexistent to her and it was impossible to have a levelheaded, civilized conversation about this topic. She held some problematic opinions that I wish I went ahead and called out sooner.

Do you talk to your pets? Yeah, all the time. Kimi can’t hear well anymore but I talk to him just the same.

When you do, is your tone different from when you talk to humans?  Yes, my voice is definitely higher-pitched and my intonation also changes.

Who is a famous person you could see yourself reading an autobiography about? Min Yoongi.

What is the best horror movie, in your opinion? Ooh, kind of hard to decide on considering I haven’t watched any horror movies in a hot minute...but I’ll go with a constant favorite of mine, The Shining.

Curtains or blinds? Blinds. Has a better ~feel than curtains.

Describe yourself with 3 fictional characters. According to that fictional character quiz, (of the characters I know), I'm most similar to Rachel from Crazy Rich Asians, Mary from Eternal Sunshine, and Maeve from Westworld. Not sure if I 100% agree with those but. < Oh wow it’s been ages since I took this exam so I got intrigued and retook it just now. Unsurprisingly I’m still similar to Amy from B-99 and Monica from Friends, which I completely agree with lol. The #1 ranking I got though was Ann Perkins from Parks and Rec? which I haven’t watched before but there ya go.

Are there any numbers you dislike for any reason? Hmm, not really.

Do you own/wear any jumpsuits? Sure.

Do you wear long johns under your clothes when it gets really cold? No, ‘really cold’ is nonexistent where I live.

Have you ever adopted a stray? (Cat or dog)? No.

What's a movie you think more people should see? Portrait of a Lady on Fire.

Do you like anything starring Robert Redford or Paul Newman? I don’t think so. I remember having a big crush on Paul Newman way way back but I haven’t been able to watch a film of his.

Do you struggle with dry skin in the winter? No winter.

Do you have any friends in a different timezone? Not really, but relatives, yes.

Have you ever had to go without heat? Not relevant.

Do you read about any mythology? (Greek, Roman, Norse, Egyptian, etc) The subject is extremely boring to me, so no.

If you do, do you have any favorite gods/goddesses? No.

Have you ever had to take medication to help you sleep? No, I don’t have problems falling asleep.

Have you ever had to take medication to keep you awake? (Like No-Doz) No, just coffee.

Are you still in touch with the person you lost your virginity with? Nope.

Have you ever had sex with a friend? Technically yeah, but we were also already dating then.

Was it awkward afterward? No, because they had been my partner too.

If not, do you think you could ever have a friend with benefits? Eh, probably not. I don’t really care for sex so the thought of FWBs isn’t something I’ve actively looked for or even considering.

Do you know anybody with more than two nipples? Not in real life.

Do you ever use bath bombs? I only ever bought one once, and that was enough fun. It’s definitely not a necessity.

Do you think it's prettier when the moon is full, or a crescent? I like both, but I guess I like the full moon ever so slightly more.

Have you ever been to a planetarium? Yeah, it was part of our field trip itinerary back in Grade 6, if I’m not mistaken. If not Grade 6 it was Grade 7.

Have you grown to dislike your first email address? Yeah cos what the fuck was that email address and what was I thinking.

What skill that you have do you make most use of? I have to write literally everyday for work and even though it can get tiring, I’m also glad that skill of mine isn’t going to waste or isn’t being hidden.

Do you agree that some people are just not meant to have children? Yes, for sure. I would like to introduce you once again to the Philippines, where parents see their kids as a retirement fund. I am glad to see parental behavior has been gradually shifting with millennials, but Gen X-ers are definitely the worst at parenting.

Do you like wearing wool, or is it too itchy? Idk, I don’t think I’ve ever tried.

Have you ever gotten angry at an employee and complained to the manager? Jesus no. Unless said employee is harassing me and is starting to make me feel unsafe (and I can’t even imagine a world where that could happen), this is completely unnecessary behavior.

Have you ever sent your food back at a restaurant? No lol I just eat it and tip the waiter. Obviously if there’s a health risk, like if my chicken was raw or if I found a bug in my drink I would raise it, but I wouldn’t make a scene and would reassure the crew that it’s no big deal.

Do you think people remember the 90s as better than they actually were? I can’t tell for sure lmao I wasn’t born til ‘98.

What songs bring back happy memories for you? Humble by Kendrick Lamar, No Problem by Chance the Rapper, Sicko Mode by Travis Scott, Mo Bamba by Sheck Wes...that whole genre/sound. Takes me back to the fuuuuuucking fun times I had in college. Are there any smells that bring back happy memories? Not really. I associate my memories more strongly with music and places instead.