#i kinda have “bad” and “good?” and they have a surprising amount of overlap

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Oh I feel awful

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okay here we go (I added in images to characters you might not know)

Mild crushes:

Brassius (left) and Hassel (right)

Larry

Lord Milori (still kinda like him)

Sir Pentious and Lucifer

Used to take over my life:

Grillby

Gaster

Brett Hand

Lukas

Mordecai Heller

Kinger

Adam (most recent)

ALREADY HAS ME DEAD DJJSKX:

Clopin

I used to like him before back in January, but after listening to the soundtrack of this movie again, I frickin fell in LOVE

The obsession got so bad that I’m now researching Romani history and culture, watching those “the making of (movie name)” videos, interviews (which there are SO FEW OF) of the VAs or Alan Menken, the composer of the soundtrack

I want to know everything when I like a character lol

I actually have more, but it already feels weirdly personal to confess some of them so thank god that this is the silly corner :]

SCARED TO SEND IN BUT HERE WE GO

Mo need to fear this is a no judgement zone! Also I lost my right to judge people when I wrote mpreg a few weeks ago/lh

Rubs hands

The first two!! Obligatory "I've never gotten too deep into pokemon and the only game I've played start to finish is shield, and I'm like. Partway through brilliant diamond" soooooo! I know nothing about the personalities of these two so we're going off of looks!! And I say!

Valid!

Brassius gives off either old and exhausted punk or old exhausted gay artist but those two can overlap!

Hassel Looks yummy I love me a good longhaired blonde man AND he looks a little on the older side? YUMMY!!! He looks like he'd either he a grade A douchebag rich guy or a total sweetheart

Larry! Hey I know you I saw your dick on Twitter!!!/ref mo but real talk I can get the appeal! I already know that's hes a tired working man but that's about all I know!! Hes valid, I'd give him a big ol kith

Milori looks interesting! I don't know wheres hes from so once more we rely off of looks! He looks vaguely like a broken man . I can fix him. Valid!!!

Pentious is valid but I'm biased because I also had a crush on the character!! Pathetic men are just so silly!! Probably also has my favorite design of the entire show!!

Lucifer is also valid I can see the vision!! Caring but mentally I'll man who distances himself for one reason or another despite deeply wanting a connection my BELOVED

Grillby also had a choke hold on me when I was into undertale!! I'm so sad that there werent many grillby x reader fics out there- if I was still balls deep into undertale and deltarune like I used to be I'd 100% give writing the characters a shot but unfortunately I doubt I ever will <\3 unrelated theres a surprising amount of buff bara art of him

Gaster!! I can also get behind!! Mysterious creature that hardly has any lore iirc, fandom either portrayed him as a mad evil scientist or a loving father to sans and papyrus, at least with my experience with the fandom.. valid!!

I never watched inside job but I've heard good things about it! Brett looks like a sweetie, so I can understand the appeal! He looks so silly.. just a guy.. valid

Lukas!! It's been so long since I've heard someone talk about MCSM! Obligatory I dont remember much of Lukas, just that he was kind of an ass in the beginning I think.. but I can see the appeal! I was more of a ivor girlie

Surprisingly I have not seen lackadaisy yet! Surprising I know, since I'm huge fans of other indie animations on youtube!! Going off looks I can see the appeal, he gives old grumpy grandpa vibes but I could be totally off! I like his eyebrows :3

Kinger is another valid but again I might be biased because hes my baby girl- cant wait to see more of him in future episodes especially since hes hardly had any screen time so far <\3 he seems so sweet :(

Adam!! I can see the appeal again but his personality isnt really for me <\3 hes valid though!!

AND CLOPIN! It's been so so so long since I've seen the movies but omfg I remember I loved him a lot! Yummy design as well as a nice personality I wish we got more of him <\3 VALID VALID VALID

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belated tuesdaypost

scroll to the bottom for a surprise (puppy)

listening: more twilight mirage, still in the post-miracle of the mirage one-on-one character eps! also the new hunger games episodes of the shrieking shack are really good. i read hunger games not long after it came out and i was ? 10ish? maybe 12? so im a little fuzzy on some of it but i remember enough to yell at my phone when they make predictions lol

reading: nothing :") last wednesday i picked up my mom from the airport and it's just been whirlwind since then. drove ~15 hours total on sunday and monday so finally settling back in at home for the summer.

watching: my mom is really into babylon berlin right now so i've caught a little of that over her shoulder...also watched some bernadette banner and safiya nygaard

making: because of Busy the making really dropped off this week but i brought home an (probably inadvisable) amount of craft supplies/in progress projects so i'm looking forward to doing that. i DO have some photos of the stuff that came out of the pottery kiln tho! i'm not super thrilled with the house glazes she has, they are just kinda mid, so i might get my own glazes...most of the colors didn't come out the way i wanted them to :(

the green one on the left came out ok, definitely not as vibrant as her test chips are, but the middle one was supposed to be a deep plum. that is brown in real life. it is Not purple. sigh. and the one on the right came out okay, the inside of it was supposed to be a nice lilac but it came out sooooo dull, the green vines on the orange came out pretty nice in real life though (photo colors aren't quite like irl and i can't take a better photo because it's back in my apartment lol)

my little eyeball teacup came out okay, the light blue was waaaaay more transparent than i thought it would be so i definitely could have done another layer of it, but the engraved eyes around the outside are very striking. little blue geometrically-glazed ramekin is fine. the overlap in the middle isn't very clean, you can't really see in this photo, but it's not bad.

and then two planters. left one is SO dull compared to what i wanted and i used so many layers of glaze :( i think that one is going to be a gift for my grandma to put her orchid plant pot into. strongly considering drawing some designs on it with a metallic sharpie to jazz it up a bit. the right one is the ONLY one that i really like how the glaze came out of all the things i made lol, it has radishes carved around the outside and it's a gift for a friend who does radish growing research. the red and white on the radishes came out very clean and the background, while not what i was expecting (it's much bluer than the test chips of that specific glaze would have made me think), has some really nice texture and good contrast with the radishes. overall a win.

misc: pubby......ouppy........belly rubs.....his name is benji

he got no eyes...bee wants me to recreate this post with him and is sooooo right to suggest it. puppy zone.

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Bestie I LOVE when you yap!!like honey was suppose to be a one shot… Sam thank fuck it wasn’t a series!! The way you truly develop your stories are so good! But seriously if you need a break one shot or little blurbs are always okay too!

When I tell you I felt like a Victorian man seeing an ankle when I saw him with his shirt like!! My brain short circuited 😭 also I immediately thought about Harry when he use to wear shirts like that when I saw my TA😭 this is crazy 😭

I didn’t get the vibe you were judging at all!! I totally get your pov and that’s just who you are! I do find it nice that you do get sometime to yourself in the morning and that just seems relaxing ya know? There’s definitely beauty in seeing the world in a moment of calmness! Sadly I just have always been a late sleeper and idk i will only wake up early if I have to lol and it’s hard to change up a routine but getting rest is so important and im so happy that your are taking the step of putting yourself first!

A neighbors trope?! That seems exciting!! Hope it turns out good! And yay to getting a bit of lesson planning! Hope that you’ll be able to finish what you need to, sending positive vibes!!Even if it’s just a bit that’s something! But it’s such a WIN for retail therapy! Though I’m sorry you got sick :( I hope you feel better and are taking care of yourself my love! 💕Though i totally get being surprised how people simply don’t know how or do things like simple hygiene! It’s crazy lol

It’s interesting but tbh the content can definitely be summarized and done in like an hour and a half! And our instructor looks like she doesn’t even want to be there 😭 thought I can’t blame her lol and btw i guess we both are insane because i kinda love when you make Harry cry🤭 love when they are so down bad they bawl their eyes out 😌

Now that Dolcezza extra BESTIE I NEED HIM😭he’s so hot like he’s such a dream! Was also so surprised that it was smut HAHA ugh I love him(not a surprise) where is he when I’m having an eldest daughter moment 😭 they are so perfect and the fact he knocks before entering her space, so sweet😭 anyways that extra was SOOO good bestie!! Loved seeing these two again!!!!

Hope you are having a lovely start of the week! Seriously hope you feel better Sam! Sending you lots of love-💜

LOL I forgot I said it was supposed to be a one shot. I don't even know what it would look like.

VICTORIAN MAN SEEING AN ANKLE. SAME. I may have to do a deep dive on those days.

Stunning. 10/10 no notes. Hope your TA looks like him.

I don't even remember which neighbors trope I was talking about when I mentioned that to you. I have so many overlapping stories in my brain. I'm feeling better already. I'm a pretty quick turn around for illness. You would think the teenagers would be a bit better about hygiene but they're germy as hell. I want to spray them with Lysol.

I think its a requirement they have to be there a certain amount of time. My 3 hour classes were brutal too and I love math.

I'm so glad you loved the Dolcezza extra ���� he is really dreamy 🥰 he's probably my favorite Harry I've written, honestly. He's like the perfect amount of down bad and also willing to make her think about herself (call out to myself?) he's just so cute. My favorite scene of them is when he dropped all the dishes when he heard her voice. I don't like to compliment my own writing but it's very rom-com (I feel like we've discussed this before) I just think he's so cute 😊

Honestly, off to a tough start. October is picking up speed rapidly and I'm not looking forward to all the things I have to do. I had a rough day today too. Just feel like I let my students down...idk I'm tired of today. But I also think Tuesday is the worst day of the week.

Anyway. I hope your day is going well! 💕

xoxo

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I Call This One: Bold & Brash!

The egos x artist! gn! reader

ty @pokemonpunqueen for the request!

A/N: I’ve decided that I’m gonna write for the egos when I can’t think of anything else or I need practice writing lmao. I mean I was doing that before? But I didn’t know it? listen it’s fine it’ll be fine but FOR NOW I thiiiink I’m gonna take requests. Just a few. I’ll stop when I think it gets too much. This is exactly what it says. I focused on like drawing/painting for “artist”, with some references to animation thrown in there. I did Darkiplier, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Google, Eric, and a Host thrown in there bc I love him and I miss him

Word count is 1.5k

Enjoy

Egos x artist!reader

Darkiplier

He’ll want to commission art from you

He makes comments about how Mark is a narcissist but also he’s a narcissist.

Oh look, Dark’s asking you for another picture. What does he want? He wants you to draw him? Again? For the fifth time this fucking month? Wonderful.

He likes looking at how you make art of him, be it stylistic or realistic

He will hang them up all over the fucking house so pace yourself

He’s fine if you draw anybody else

Except Mark. Never Mark. How can he tell, you ask? No fucking clue, but he does

Gets a bit worried that you won’t make enough money to live comfortably

Just because not everyone needs a fucking MANSION-

Will always buy things for you if you ask

Likes to be able to support your job or hobby

Sugar daddy? I mean maybe

Makes sure you eat, sleep, drink water, survive--

Leaves snacks for you at your desk for when you don’t want a meal.

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep at a desk

Recommends you wear comfy clothes at all times so you can fall asleep wherever

A bit of an enabler, he’s doing his best tho

If you take commissions don’t be surprised if he threatens to kill someone when they don’t pay or are rude to you

He loves you, that’s all

Wilford

Fucking elated

Draw him!!! Please!!!! Please draw him!!!!! He has coin!!!!! He can pay!!!!!

Ecstatic if you actually draw him like he’ll giggle for an hour straight just looking

Secretly commissions more art from you

So also sugar daddy

It’s always something so obvious so you know it’s him anyways

He likes bright colors and eyestrain for some reason

If you make that, he just. Stares at it. Unblinking. You have to snap him out of it (im not projecting what do you mean)

Gets extremely worried about you not taking care of yourself

Gets someone to fucking babysit you when he’s gone so you take care of yourself

When you get greatly offended by this he settles for texting you reminders

And when you ignore those he texts more

Don’t be surprised if you get spammed by several people and an alarm starts to play from somewhere in the house

You’re gonna be healthy whether you like it or not, asshole

Drags you to bed aggressively

He WILL NOT drug your food with melatonin because that’s illegal. B U T-

He’s a little confused, but he got the spirit

Will advertise your art to anyone and everyone and also on his show and threatens the audience with a gun

AGAIN, a little confused. he just wuvs u so much 

Yancy

I mean technically he’s kind of an artist too so he appreciates your skill and creativity

He’s very nosy and likes to look over your shoulder while you work

If you don’t like him doing that, he still does it, just more secretively

Likes to work in the same room as you. 

That is if you don’t mind constant singing or tap dancing in the background

He shows off your art to anyone and everyone and gets mad if they don’t immediately say it’s fantastic

May or may not have stabbed someone over it, you’ll never know

If you show him something you’re working on, he’ll show you something he’s working on in return

The law of equivalent exchange

You tell him you can make MONEY from things like art and dancing and he goes apeshit he gets so fucking excited

If you’re like an animator and offer to animate his dancing he might actually cry

He’ll deny it constantly every day until he dies

If you make things traditionally he hangs them on the wall Everywhere

You might run out of room

By which i mean you will run out of room as soon as possible

Will never tell you a drawing is bad ever unless it’s like Really Bad which it never will be in his eyes

He loves anything and everything you do u are so precious

You have a permanent support system within the man

Google

Used to see art as pointless

Then comprehended the chemical release it causes in the brain and thought that was fine

Then saw you get really mad with something you were working on and got confused again?

If art no make good chemical, why art?

He still doesn’t understand, but that’s ok

You tried to get him to make something once

He just. Kinda. Made a buncha ones and zeroes

You still framed it and hung in on the wall and he got embarrassed

If he could blush, he would

If you draw him he looks like he doesn’t care but it’s at that point he decides he would die for you

Primary objective: answer questions as quickly as possible. Secondary objective: make u happy. Tertiary objective is to destroy mankind

If you draw bing that will disappear IMMEDIATELY you have BETRAYED him

If you ask for a color palette recommendation he Always says the google colors. Always.

You might’ve thought he was going for an rgby type of thing. But then you realize.

He is in charge of your financing. He will tell you the most efficient ways to make money as an artist and you follow then

He is also in charge of making sure you FUCKING EAT A MEAL

“But isn’t an objective to destroy mankind?” shut up he’s not happy about it either

Despite his best efforts he loves you and that ain’t gonna change

Illinois

Doesn’t fully understand

He needs to be outside at all times and cannot stay in one place

And you’re like??? Required to stay still???? For prolonged amounts of time????? Disgusting. Anyway, whatcha workin’ on?

He might ask you to try and teach him

If you do try he gives up almost immediately

Sometimes you just get so into it that you forget to do basic things and he gets upset

(i.e. eating, sleeping, living, etc.)

He gets worried about you

He is a hypocrite bc he does the same

He will drag you to bed, motherfucker

Honestly he might lock your shit somewhere until you fucking take care of yourself. it’s like a hostage situation god

“Where the fuck did you put it” “I have no clue what you mean. I might know if you eat your dinner, though”

Asshole (affectionate)

Sometimes you like make faces when you try to draw a person and it’s hilarious and cute to him

He looks at your drawings the moment you walk away but acts like he doesn’t care

He cares a lot

Will support you no matter what but will also tell you without hesitation if he thinks something looks shit

Listen he’s out of line but he’s right

Eric

Loves you a lot and will support anything and everything you choose to do or make

Drawing? Awesome! Painting? Wonderful! Animation? Superb!

He often wants to buy you supplies or something but he does not know what anything is

Fuck is a chalk pencil???? What are gel pens vs normal pens?????? Watercolor????? What the fuck are you saying??????????

Will subtly drop hints that you could,,,, draw him,,,,, maybe,,,,, if u wanna 

And by subtly I mean he starts to ask and then starts crying

If you draw him he will cry again he loves u so much 

If he ever were to get a tattoo it’d be something u drew. Nothing else is as important to him at the moment

He enjoys photography and film, and likes to try and bond with you over artistic things

I mean. Some things overlap.

You could talk about a single drawing for hours and he’d listen intently the whole time

Don’t ask him for feedback, it’s always some version of ���it’s perfect and I love you”

Even if he hates it

Which,,,,, he might hate it sometimes

He’s not a good reviewer. 2/10, very biased

He likes to take photos when you’re in the zone

If you tell him to delete them he will

While secretly making one his home screen

Host

Hey, he gets it

He writes, he understands the hyperfocus

Sometimes he wouldn’t move from his chair for a day because he was busy writing a script

That being said, you probably have to be the one to get him to take care of himself

Or you have to take turns

Otherwise you’re both gonna fucking die

He asks you to describe your art to him and tries to picture it.

He’ll tell you if he thinks it probably looks good or bad

You shouldn’t take it to heart because he can’t see it

He is a bastard sometimes

“Well, what do you think?” “I think it looks fantastic” “Thanks, babe” “...” “... you think you’re fucking funny, don’t you”

He asks if you can draw him sometimes

No, he won’t see it, but he’ll appreciate the sentiment if you do

He will ask for your opinion on his scripts sometimes

If you say it’s bad he gets really defensive

You work in the same room a lot of the time and forget the other is there

One of you has to preemptively order food or like set a timer so you can goddamn Survive

You’ll be fine

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So this is a personal one for me to ask and if you're not comfortable with it don't mind it; how would the tmnt boys (seperate) react when the reader confesses that they're autistic after the boys got curious when she had some peculiar, behavior or stims. The reader would be stressed, because she has a crush on the tmnt boy in question and she didn't want them to find her weird or just stop interacting with her. When she's met with confusion instead, because the boys never heard of it, cue this weird conversation where reader tells them to the best of her ability what it is and the boys just keep asking questions. Also some general headcannons with it maybe?

Okay so I'm actually really happy that you asked me this because I feel like ASD isn't portrayed a lot in any type of media. My ADD and ASD have a lot of overlap so I hope I can capture what you're asking of me!

Now let's get into it!

TMNT Headcanons

The boys reacting to an autistic reader

Leonardo

he wasn't really sure what was happening the first time you reacted

one minute you were standing next to him doing dishes and the next you were attempting to claw your skin off like an angry cat

Leo tried not to look annoyed as he watched you rub your hands against your shirt until your flesh started to turn red

you looked like you were crying but he knew you weren't

but your face was starting to turn purple and your cheeks were puffy from the effort of holding your breath

"Y/N? You need to breathe."

You shot a glare at him, scathing eyes meeting his now very concerned expression

your own softened and you clutched your arms to your chest, heaving oxygen into your lungs until your face became a normal shade again

"Are you okay?"

The words were stuck in your throat and you weren't sure if you should nod or shake your head

so you gave him a half-hearted shrug

he frowned back at you but turned to finish the dishes on his own

when he questioned you about it later he couldn't help but be curious

"Well actually it's uh- it's kinda a sensory type of thing? There are certain textures that I can't stand touching do I avoid them but if I come into contact by accident my brain just kinda explodes and I shut down."

"How exactly does that work though?"

"I don't really understand it much but like- you know that feeling you get when you think there's a bug on you and there's not but it really really feels like it?"

He nodded

"Yeah, it feels like that. And anytime I touch something that triggers that reaction it takes FOREVER to get the feeling off my skin. That's why I usually wear gloves when I do dishes. Guess I just forgot to grab 'em today."

He was sympathetic

and god, you were so embarrassed

lucky for you, Leo's not an asshole

"Well thank you for explaining it to me, you really freaked me out earlier. I'll talk to April and see if we can keep a pair or two at the lair just in case you forget again."

Consider your heart melted

you couldn't even find the words to thank him and holy shit was your face red

"Hey y/n?"

"Yeah Leo?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me- us that you were autistic?"

Did you rip the band aid off now or make something up? Which would ,technically speaking, be less catastrophic in the long run?

"I uh- I really like you and I really didn't want you or the other's to look at me differently..."

wow, you liked him? miss ma'am you have saved this boy a world of anxiety and damn does he thank you for it

"Thanks for telling me... and y/n? I really like you to."

Awh fuck yeah, best possible execution of band aid-ripping-off ever

Donatello

Donnie wished he could act surprised when you finally told him

he really wanted to, it would've made you feel better for sure

but he sucked at lying and he didn't want to make you feel like he thought you were an idiot

because that was so far from the truth

after going through extensive research on Mikey's behalf when he suspected he had ADHD Donnie had stumbled across many different websites that discussed the symptoms and overlaps between both disorders

to make a long story short, Donnie knew that you had ASD and he was waiting for you to tell him

it would probably come off as rude if he brought it up in conversation right?

he didn't want to risk it

but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and your behaviors

he was a man of science, of course he was going to analyze you

not in a weird way or anything, just as a curious sort of precaution

but the longer you were involved in the turtle's lives the more noticeable your stims and meltdowns got, Donnie did his best to cover for you without making you suspicious of him

eventually he'd come up with something that he hoped would come across as a friendly gesture and wouldn't set you off or scare you away

it was game night at the lair and you, as always, were perched on the arm of the sofa, a large grin plastered on your face

inside your head was exploding but you were masking it pretty well if you do say so yourself

but Donnie was, well... donnie was donnie

so when he noticed you starting to rock a little more visibly he removed his attention from commentating the game and grabbed a pair of headphones from the side table

you were beyond confused when he passed them to you but your face revealed everything

"They're noise cancelling, try them on."

holy shit it was like putting your head underwater, everything was muffled

not in the way normal headphones did, you quite literally couldn't hear anything at all, just a calm amount of nothing

you nearly started crying when you realized that Donnie had figured you out on his own

but you'd never been more relieved about anything in your life

Raphael

he wouldn't admit that he was mesmerized by your presence

you practically radiated calm

his complete opposite

it was his favorite thing about you, because despite your quiet disposition and calming aura you weren't afraid to call him out or rebut any of his insults

this was not something you expected him to appreciate nor was it something you thought would make you catch feelings

but damn if you didn't

he'd been sitting in on yours and Donnie's little experiment for an hour or so now, watching you both exchange quiet whispers and inside jokes that you always seemed to lag on

then you slipped up

not bad, nothing detrimental to the project, just the same mistake that you'd already made ten times over

you might as well have exploded

"Y'N, you just have to move thi-"

"I KNOW DONATELLO. I FUCKING KNOW AND I JUST CAN'T DO THIS BULLSHIT!"

you set everything down gently enough to avoid breaking it before turning and storming out of the lab, waving your hands like they were on fire

Raph and Donnie exchanged a look that sent the larger red turtle following after you

when you calmed yourself down enough to talk you kept your gaze locked on the wall, explaining that you couldn't make eye contact when you were upset

he might not be the smartest brother, but Raph's no dummy, he put those pieces together pretty quickly after you told him that one small detail

he wasn't upset that you didn't tell him and you'd personally never been more relieved

your heart nearly splattered into the stratosphere when you finally gace him your own explanation

"yeah, I like ya too."

you grinned so wide you were sure your face would split open and your entire body rocked side to side with excitement

he thought that was pretty adorable too

And he did stick around to offer a bit of support when you apologized to Donnie for screaming at him

Michaelangelo

to be frank it probably shouldn't have taken so long for Mikey to realize that you were autistic

the similarities between your own personality and his ADHD were so in sight it was near painful

it was his turn to make dinner that night and you'd made sure that you came over early to help him set up, you knew how side-tracked he'd get and you were the poster child for solid routine

what more perfect matchup existed?

trick question, there isn't one

you were on one side of the counter cutting vegetables and he was on the other throwing said vegetables into the mixing pot

the music was at an ungodly level of loud so your only means of communication were screaming over it

"MIKEY."

"WHA?"

"YOU GOT THE-"

"YEAH."

"AND THE-"

"UH HUH."

"COOL, HAVE YOU SEEN THE-"

"TONGS? NO, THE SKEWERS. YEAH, THEY'RE IN THE OTHER DRAWER."

"THANKS."

the two of you went about your previous tasks, thinking nothing of the conversation that had just taken place

at least until you'd begun washing your knife and cutting board

that's when Casey walked in, looking both perturbed and annoyed at the same time

"Alright, which one of you knows telepathy?"

Mikey exchanged a glance with you and you returned it with a raised eyebrow

"The hell you mean brah?"

he looked at the both of you like you were the ones that had grown four extra heads before speaking again

"You literally just had a conversation with like five words and somehow just knew what the other meant? What's up with that?"

you glanced at Mikey again

"Holy shit, did we?"

"I mean, not really. You used your hands."

now all three of you were confused but it quickly became two when Casey shook his head in defeat and left the room

"You know I think he's right."

he blinked first and your staring contest ended

"But you used your hands-"

"I got autism Mikey, one does not simply not use their hands as forms of speech."

"You're-"

"Yep."

was the silence laughing at you? could it do that? it was kinda rude

"Huh, that actually makes sense, that's not mean is it?"

you shook your head no

"You're just me but fast."

Mikey agreed with that, pestered you with a few more questions, and went back about working, as did you, you saw no reason to address it further

but your cheeks burned red

"Yo- Y/N that actually explains why everyone else thinks we're a thing."

you didn't know if you could choke on air or not but you did it anyways

"Are we?"

he gave you his signature grin

"If we are then Raph owes April a hundred bucks."

you returned his smile

"Oh this oughta be good."

I'd like to preface this by apologizing for my near three week absence. Life got crazy and my writer's block hopped on a train, went through a school zone, killed seven pedestrians, and committed tax fraud before tumbling off a cliff never to be seen again.

But on the bright side- I got my SAT scores back and started some scholarship applications. Super happy with that. School's out in a few weeks so I'll be able to write more (hopefully).

Anyways, I hope I got this one down okay. I may have hyper analyzed the request so I might be a little off. But I really enjoyed doing this one and I hope you like it!

-Mars 🌠

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My OC's relationships on the Dream SMP

These are all characters, not the actual streamers! <3 It's also not all of them since I don't watch a few of them :) I harbour no hate towards the people behind the characters that I have issues with lmao

Awesamdude - Negative relationship - basically, he let Quackity get away with putting Techno away, let Tommy die and get revived by Dream and then never apologised, and then let ghostbur die and... wtf - Yeah we aren't friends. In another universe, if he weren't the warden, we might get along.

BadBoyHalo - He kinda gives me bad vibes - After the egg stuff I just don't really like to be around him... he killed Foolish and tried to kill everyone at the banquet which I just don't vibe with - I kinda understand why he joined the egg. I mean he was there for Skeppy which I think is ok, but he really went off the deep end. If he redeems himself, I'll be the first to befriend him (cautiously)

Callahan - Alright I taught him some American Sign Language for basic communication - I go and hang out with him whenever I feel like there's too much angst on the server, he's so neutral it's honestly relaxing.

Captain Puffy - We don't know each other very well - I mean I agree with her when it comes to the egg and she seems nice but it's hard to be friends with her when her son is Dream... poor Foolish, though.

Connor - I don't know how to feel about him - I don't have anything against him but... he just seems like someone I wouldn't get along with so I don't hang out with him. He is kinda funny tho

Dream - Ok, ok, he's just an ass - I'm not even gonna list why, you know why... I'm just saying. - I do feel bad for him since Quackity just beats the living shit out of him and he's already in prison so why...?

Dream XD - I fear no man... but that thing... it scares me. - Why his voice do that?? - I avoid him but if he approached me, I would be ok with being his friend, I mean he's a god. If I don't then I might die. Might as well use it to the fullest extent I can.

Eret - I don't really understand why he joined the opposing side during the L'Manburg war - I mean she's cool! I like their outfits and it's nice to have another queer person on the DSMP - I think we'd be good friends in another life, but our friend groups don't overlap very much, so it's hard to hang with them.

Foolish - Little bit scary ngl - Lightning go brrrrrr - I feel really bad for him since he's gotta be related to Dream and he died during the egg shit. That's just cruel. - also I don't really vibe with his personality but I do like to talk to him about his building ventures since I also love to build

Fundy - I feel sooooo bad for him - He's super cute, super sweet, and he just deserves more love - I plant sweet berries around his house to brighten his day whenever I can and I also feed his fox - I love to talk to him and he teaches me dutch sometimes because it's an interesting language. Also, he just deserves a good role model in his life... Like Will kinda sucked as his dad, Schlatt was not a good role model, and his friends don't really care about him. :( - Um also (IRL) he's the reason I started watching the DSMP, I love coding and Dutch so it was a very good mix for me

George - I sleep the opposite amount that he does. - I love his mushroom aesthetic but I stay away from him in fear of Dream XD. - I don't have a lot to say about him since he's not on the dsmp much

Jack Manifold - Yo he's lowkey annoying??? - Give Tommy his hotel back??? He died??? - If he were nicer to Tommy I'd be his friend but he's gotta get his shit together lmao

Jschlatt - Fuck that guy - bruh, he ruined L'Manburg?? - He drinks too much, not surprised he had a heart attack oof

Glatt - Ghost Schlatt gives me such chaotic evil vibes - I enjoy his presence much more than I enjoy his living presence. - I like the fact that he's kinda useless and can't do anything. It's like going to a zoo to see a creature you wouldn't want to see in the wild

Karl Jacobs - I feel bad that he's losing his memory, he's such a fun character. - I like to hang out with him but he makes me sad and also our friend groups do not vibe with each other oof

Niki Nihachu - She's super sweet and absolutely terrifying. - I love to help her bake and its super fun to try out new recipes with her - People really underestimate her and in return for her help with the baking, I help her train her fighting skills.

Philza - DADZA - I get in trouble with him a lot oof, I like to troll people so it happens quite a bit. Also, I take the blame for a lot of the stuff Techno and I get up to as well as with the bench trio. - He taught me how to sew and crochet so I can make my own clothes. I also build with him whenever he asks for help

Quackity - Scared. - He's rude and evil and I dislike him... gambling bad - I like Charlie and I think he's a good influence on Quackity but tbh I feel the same as Techno in this scenario. I am not a Quackity apologist!

Ranboo - I have the same vibe as him. We are one and the same. - I keep an eye on him during his enderwalks, he worries me sometimes. - Out of everyone in the bench trio, we get along the best. I take care of Michael sometimes when he's out doing Snowchester stuff with Tubbo.

Sapnap - I mean I dislike him a little, he throws off my vibe. - He's on the wrong side of everything imo, just stop being weird, big man... - Also I mean I don't understand why he threatened Dream with torture if he ever escaped. Like you don't have to tell him that, just do it? - We have very similar voices (IRL oh no) and so I'll mess with people by doing my best impression of him

Skeppy - One of the many victims of my trolling (with techno usually) - He's fun to hang out with for a while but I can't handle being around him for too long, he gives me a headache - Sometimes I wonder if he's actually made out of diamonds... should I kill him and see what happens?

Charlie (Slimecicle) - BEST BOY I LOVE HIM - HE'S SO CUTE DAP ME UP - Honestly, we get along soooo well, he reminds me of a slime for some reason, hmmmmmmmm - I try to teach him human-ness because if he doesn't want to look like a slime then there's no reason for me to say no

Technoblade - Ah yes the best one on the SMP - He did not like me at first, I can be a bit annoying oh no - Eventually, he got a soft spot for me since we have the same sense of humour and I love to mess with people - I sympathise with him, he deserves so much more than he's getting. - I wish he didn't express his emotions as anger all the time since it really affects everyone. He's got some anger issues and I try to deal with them with him.

TommyInnit - Omg I still find him annoying but I love to hang out with him like Wilbur does. - He needs to learn some boundaries but he is still a kid, so it doesn't really matter. I think people have to stop being little shits to him since his brain hasn't fully formed, like all adolescents. - He's very sweet sometimes and I appreciate his assistance in a lot of random tasks

Tubbo - I am allergic to bees so we can't hang too much - I like to chill with him and Ranboo and sometimes him and Tommy, but I'm always telling Tommy off for being a little shit to Tubbo. - I do not approve of his governmental ways, but his heart is in the right place. Also, why do you have nukes?

Wilbur Soot - Too much government, I do not approve - not a good father - Eventually, he stopped governmenting so whatever, no more animosity from me, eh?

Ghostbur - Awww he gave me blue - how dare he die twice - I love friend, I walked him sometimes. So glad he has infinite canon lives - I wish he had more time on the SMP, he's super sweet and his vibe is amazing

Revivebur - Alright he's kinda cool, I like his hair. - He doesn't have any governmental plans thank god - He's a bit worrying but he hasn't done anything yet. I'll just keep my eyes on him.

That's it, just doing this for fun! I have a lot of things in the works, don't worry! If you're curious as to what I'm working on, take a look at my masterlist (it's on my page at the top where my asks are) If you do have any asks please give 'em to me, I love to write for you guys :)

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Your First Date

Some sweet, fluffy batarou. Being teens in love.

Cut is for length, not for content.

“Oi, Badd. Why didn’t we go on a first date?”

“Well, ya hospitalized me, and then ya went on some kind of monster rager and ended up becomin’ some kinda gargoyle thing? With horns, I heard? And then ya ran off for a hot minute until ya showed up here ‘cause Zenko thought you were some kinda stray to bring home, and here we are.”

“...Heh, yeah, that just about covers it.”

Somehow during months of living together, this conversation didn’t even come up until they were sitting together on the couch, watching an anime one evening that depicted a boy and a girl in a very typical ‘is this a date?!’ situation. They were quiet for a little bit after that, until Badd prompted him by elbowing him in the arm. “Did ya want to? I mean, I feel like we kinda skipped that whole thing, yeah? Usually ya date before ya start livin’ with someone.”

“So what’s the difference between going on a date and dating?”

Badd paused the television and turned to him, wedging himself into the back sofa cushion on his side. “The date’s kinda...the thing itself. Datin’ is when you’re, like, ‘Let’s see how this pans out and if I wanna be your girlfriend for the long haul.’”

“Does that mean we skipped straight to making you my girlfriend?”

“Psh. I’m savin’ my girlfriend status for The One. You lose.”

Garou chuckled and pulled one of Badd’s hands over to rub between his. “Never been on a date before,” he mumbled.

“Are ya serious?” Badd winced when Garou bent one of his fingers sideways. “Ow. I didn’t mean it t’ be shitty! You’re good-lookin,’ so I figured ya woulda had to beat ‘em off with a stick!”

Holy shit, did Garou just blush?! “It’s not like I really had a chance, with the whole ‘leaving home and living at a dojo and then dishonoring said dojo and everything afterward,’ you know?”

Badd dragged his thumb against one of the long lines across Garou’s hand. Then he realized it wasn’t actually the love line, or the life line, or whatever. But rather, it was the pink, faded scar left from his hero hunting. “That means if I take ya out on a date, it’s not just our first date but your first date. Officially.”

Garou nodded. “Which means it can’t suck.”

“Hey, my dates don’t suck.”

“They better not. You don’t have an excuse like I do, since it sounds like you’ve been on a million, you hussy.”

Badd snatched his hand back so he could grab him by one of his wild ‘ears’ of hair. “I ain’t a hussy! And I haven’t been on a million dates! Just a few!”

Thin fingers jabbed at his side right into one of his ticklish pressure points, and Badd’s body buckled in on itself. “No, no, you’re clearly the dating pro, so you better wow me or I’m leaving!”

“Fine!” Badd threw himself on top of Garou, grabbing him by his shirt. He dropped his face close to his with a huge grin. “Then I’m gonna take ya on the best damn date o’ your life. So get ready, wolf boy.”

Garou snuck in a kiss onto Badd’s round nose, flashing his own teeth in a smile. “Okay. I’m holding you to that.”

—

Badd ended up borrowing a car. Although he had gotten his license, he didn’t really need one in the city, since he either walked wherever he needed to go or took public transportation. But if he was going to take Garou on a date, they were going to have to head out a little distance from his normal stomping grounds, enough that no one would immediately recognize him or, worse, ask questions about Garou.

And even as it was, Badd still didn’t sport his normal pompadour, and Garou had one of his beanies over his trademark hair. “So, where are we going?” Garou asked as he reached over to play with Badd’s loose strands where they framed his face. 

“It’s a surprise, ya goober. Also, I, uh...didn’t wanna talk about it so much in front o’ Zenko or she’d be sore we weren’t taking her.”

“Scandalous.”

“Shut up!” Badd gave him a shove, but he was smiling. The drive itself was nice; the air was cool, they listened to some music (and since it was just them, they didn’t even have to suffer through Amai Mask’s discography), and the sunset was a beautiful bleed of color across the horizon. 

Garou grinned when Badd turned into a hotel. “Oh, so it’s that kind of a date, huh?”

“It ain’t like that! Don’t be weird!” Badd’s cheeks burned up to his ears. “I got us a room so we didn’t have to rush back tonight, and so I didn’t have to find some random place to park.”

When Badd got back from checking in, Garou had his face out the window of the car, sniffing, eyes big. It was like he was looking into the distance, at nothing in particular, an invisible interest.

Badd couldn’t help ruffling the top of his head. “What is it, boy?” he asked like he was talking to a dog, “Whattaya smell, huh?” 

Garou rolled his eyes but didn’t really divert his attention, though his did close his eyes. “It’s been forever since I went to the beach. I can smell the sand and the water...and I can hear it.”

Badd turned his ear up, letting the wind hit him. He could just barely make out the salty scent, but he certainly couldn’t hear it. “Good thing that ain’t the surprise.”

Tipping his head curiously, Garou got out of the car, and they started walking down the road. 

It couldn’t be but so surprising, because they could see the boardwalk from the half-mile mark as they walked up toward it. A large road right beside piers and docks had been lined with shops, stands and various attractions on either side, and there was a huge ferris wheel lit up with sparkling lights.

Badd had insisted on going during the week, so since it was Wednesday there weren't nearly as many people as there probably would have been on the weekend. On top of that, it was also late in the season, so there weren’t visiting tourists to contend with either. “I know ya hate crowds as much as I do,” Badd commented as he took his hand. “And I wanted your first date to be a good experience, ya know.”

Garou was staring in every direction, his mouth just a little bit open. Shit, was it too much? Had Badd overdone it?

What finally came out was: “I want to eat everything.”

Badd laughed. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

When Garou said everything, he wasn’t kidding. Like a bloodhound, Garou made a beeline for the spots that had the best-smelling greasy food scents, and Badd found himself being dragged to stand after stand to buy long skewers of yakitori, shioyaki and ikayaki. Each one was shoved into his face to try. “Please at least keep the squid in a different hand. If I think I’m gonna get chicken and bite into the ikayaki, I’m gonna hurl.”

Garou just took a bite of each. To spite him.

Now, the noodles he could get behind: yakisoba with deliciously tender pieces of pork; hot, sour Thai noodles that warmed him up to the core; a ramen burger made with prime beef and huge pieces of near-solid noodles. Garou was about to lead them to the taiyaki parfait stand, when Badd finally put his hand on his arm.

“Babe. Ya know I think the world of ya, but can we digest for, like, five minutes?”

“I guess.” He smirked and kissed a spot of sauce off the corner of his mouth. “You weakling.”

Next, Badd took him to an arcade. It was set up to look like one of the “classic” ones, with pinball, huge games with old displays that were probably twenty years old, and racing games that made Garou have to fold his long limbs inwards to get to the gas and brake. 

When he caught Badd laughing, he glared. “I’m still going to kick your ass, even if I do dislocate my hip.”

“You are older than me, Stretch. That’s a real concern.”

“By a year!”

But they figured it was time to go when Garou laid into a test-your-strength punching dummy a bit too hard and snapped it off its support. In his defense, Badd absolutely should have been watching him closer. Garou had a tendency to get carried away.

As they explored the area even more, they came to a set of shops outside a mall connected to the boardwalk. Garou wandered over to an open stand and stopped so hard his heels screeched. “Oh my god, Badd, look at this.” At first, it just looked like they were selling little trinkets and random junk...until Badd got a closer look. “It’s fucking knock-off hero stuff like you find online!”

Badd nearly choked as he picked up a toy that he could only guess was supposed to be Genos with huge neon eyes and a perfectly rectangular mouth. One hand was on backwards, and the paint job was so abysmal it was like it was just dipped in random colors. A figurine of Atomic Samurai actually had a gun for some reason, Zombieman had been painted lime green, and then…

“You have to buy it.”

“I don’t have to do any such a damn thing.”

“Please. I need this as a memento of our first date.”

Badd sighed and paid the ridiculous amount for a Metal Bat action figure: the torso was so big his head was roughly pea-sized, he was wearing a skirt and his bat looked like it was a wooden one. “It’s literally in the name! Metal Bat! They had one job!”

Garou cackled as he pocketed his prize. “Villains beware! The amazing Wood Bat! Special move: Splinter Spirit!”

As the sky was just beginning to transition from a red-touched blue into night, Badd walked Garou out onto the pier that cut into the ocean far enough that it was actually quiet, compared to the street. A torii gate stood alone overlooking the water and the far-off sunset. Garou stared up at it as Badd explained, “There used to be a shrine on the water, but it got destroyed by a typhoon or somethin.’ They left the torii up ‘cause the sun falls right inside it, yeah? And it was still standin,’ so...yeah.”

“You know a lot about this place.”

Badd grinned, kind of lopsidedly. “Yeah…”

“Like you’ve been here before. More than once.”

“Heh, guess I’ve been caught.”

Easily hopping up onto it, Garou sat on one of the wooden rails of the dock and looked out over the easy-going waves. “That’s fine. There are only but so many places you can take dates, so obviously there’s going to be some overlap.”

“What? Oh god, no. Garou.” Careful not to push him over, Badd got between Garou’s long legs, hands holding his waist. “I ain’t...I’ve never brought another date here. Never. You’re the first.” He sighed. “I came here when I was a kid, with my folks. And Zenko after she was born, for a couple of years but I think she was too young to really remember it. This is, uh…” He cleared his throat. “This is the first time…” God, don’t cry, don’t fucking choke up. “Since…”

“Hey.” Garou’s fingers rubbed the back of his scalp and pulled his face into his stomach. “I got it. It’s okay. I like it. A lot.”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s the best first date. I thought you were just going to drag me out to something really lame and I was going to have to be like, ‘Nooo, Baaadd, I loooove it…’”

Badd snickered and jabbed Garou in the side of the leg. “Jerk.”

Garou continued on in the mock-patronizing voice as he jumped off the ledge and back to the dock. “‘Oh my gooood...no, you put soooo much effort into it…’”

“Well now if I ever do disappoint ya, I’ll see right through you!”

“Of course you will, because I am so transparent and you are so perceptive.” Garou tugged him toward the ferris wheel. “Come on, I think this is a good time for this one.”

Badd nodded, and when they got to the ramp, there really wasn’t much of a line. They climbed into the next available car together. It was one of the new, fancier ferris wheels, with a compartment that people could sit in facing each other while looking out a window on either side, at the sea or at the glittering city skyline in the near-distance. Slowly, they started the climb, and as Badd watched the crowds below get smaller and smaller, he could feel Garou’s eyes on him. 

“So, I’m new to this, but it seems pretty obvious that this is when you’re supposed to kiss on dates, right? That’s a thing isn’t it?”

Badd turned his hand over when cool fingers rubbed his knuckles. “Yeah, I think ya kinda...play it by ear, and when it feels right, ya jus’ go for it.”

Garou leaned close, his smile reflecting the bulbs outside that lined the ride’s spokes. “I think you’re supposed to call the shots though, right?”

“Yeah...I think so.” Badd moved like he was going to close the gap between them, but then put his fingers up to block Garou’s lips. “Wait.”

“...seriously?”    

“Trust me.”

It was only about a minute until they rounded the curve and there they were, at the top of the wheel. In the grand scheme of things, it probably wasn’t that high up but...here, it was the highest point, and for them it might as well have been the top of the world. And before Garou could ruin it by saying something dumb or complaining about the hold up, Badd yanked him into the softest, deepest kiss he could give, putting every ounce of himself into it.

They didn’t actually break it until they were almost at the bottom again, and even then they stayed close, gazing into one another’s face.

“You know…” Garou gave him another little peck, smiling through it. “I think I could get into this whole dating thing.”

Badd hummed, and he kept his fingers loosely holding his shirt so he couldn’t get far away from him. “Yeah...kinda figured ya might feel that way.”

[rock-speaks]

OKAY OKAY RANDOM HEADCANON TIME!!!

Louie

- autistic with ADHD overlap

- Inattentive

- the longest he’s slept for was 25 hours

- Deep as hell sleeper takes him at least and hour or two to come to full control

- Has 0 filter will literally say whatever comes to his mind regardless of how mean it may be or how crazy it might sound

- Talks to himself a crazy amount

- Louie has a banging TikTok where he just flexes and makes fun of Scrooge

- Louie has a huge social media presence in general he keeps it on the down low nobody knows about it and Louie would like to keep it that way

- Louie is a picky eater but eats all the time constantly snacking if the pantry is empty it was probably Louies doing

- He probably watches shitty movies and claims it’s too make fun of them but he really just likes them

- Probably really good at impressions his favorite person too make fun of is Huey

- Definitely needs therapy

- Secretly a big sap for romance those cliche movies where lovers embrace in the rain? Louies weakness

- Him and Lena are definitely super close not as close as Lena is too Webby but they’re still besties

- Prank king

- Sometimes just too “see what will happen” he tells people fake facts they almost always believe him (except for Huey) because why would they not? He has no idea why he does this but he hasn’t shown any signs of stopping

- Whenever he’s alone with Scrooge he says oddly cryptic and strange things no body knows why, sometimes not even Louie

- I imagine all the nephews have really curly hair Louies the only one who doesn’t straighten his hair

- Excellent judge of character

- Wise ass

Huey

- autistic!!!

- Will bring up the fact that he’s the oldest sibling in conversations that have nothing to do with it

- He’s probably a big saver and is definitely a person who has a penny collection

- Big collector!!! I swear he probably uses one of Scrooge’s unused rooms too keep foliage and rocks that he found

- He’s definitely got great posture

- Huey will randomly bring up a random memory if it somehow resurfaces to his mind no one knows how he remembers half this stuff and sometimes he brings up stuff they’d wish he’d forgotten

- Has definitely never said anything he didn’t mean

- Never says “I promise” if he knows he can’t do it

- Huey really just wants to be good at everything he tries so when he isn’t he just kinda gives up on it

- So obviously Huey isn’t a “practice makes perfect” kind of kid he’s more the “if it’s not right the first time scrap it and never try again”

- Huey probably holds himself to such a high standard and puts so much stress on himself to always be perfect

- Loyalty to the fuckin end

- Him and Lena get into “fights” all the time Lena is constantly trying to fuck with Huey and he’s just not here for it (yet another reason why her and Louie make such an insufferable team)

- Bad at video games

- Definitely takes the most after Donald in the sense that he’s so fucking rage full and I mean full Donald rage like fists flying in the air shouting with a red face type angry

- Needs fucking therapy and definitely has anxiety

- Has a bad sense of humor and laughs at everything part of the reason Dewey and Louie think they’re so funny

- Only has his one iPad and really only uses it for planning and other nerd stuff

- All fruits are Hueys favorite fruits but his favorites are blue berries

- Has a celebrity crush on Gizmoduck

Dewey

- This was pretty much confirmed murder on killmotor hill but he’s bisexual

- Long Huey shows up in his nightmares

- Always the first to start a pillow fight

- Has abandonment issues needs therapy

- Secretly listens to punk music and only Donald knows and he couldn’t be more proud (I wrote this before Louies eleven came out!! Lmao canon!!!)

- Loves to draw even though he probably sucks at it

- Dewey is totally the kid that will literally do anything for validation jump off the roof too seem cool? He’d do it in a heart beat

- Pretends not too care but he totally does

- Dewey is ADHD personalized never stops moving never stops talking something is seriously wrong when he’s quiet

- This is technically canon but he’s so petty

- Dewey is the type of guy who would NEVER ask for directions no matter how lost

- Speaking of he was probably the triplet to get lost the most

- Dewey loves robots like loves loves LOVES robots his dream is to learn to code and learn mechanics and build one him and Huey and him used to do those little “build your own robot kits” when they were younger

- Dewey has like 50 different dream jobs

- Launchpad has turned him into a hardcore darkwing duck fan

- THEATER KID

- Sort of forces himself to be an extrovert

Webby

- Webby loves to draw

- Has definitely cosplayed

- Knows about Louies secret social media accounts but he doesn’t need to know that

- You’re trying to keep something from Webby? What a joke

- Webby knows pretty much every ancient language

- Webby doesn’t know what a joke is and takes everything literally

- Definitely writes fan fictions

- Autistic

- Stims with her whole body excited jumping and screaming constantly

- Probably orally fixated out everything in her mouth

- Sometimes forgets things she literally just did or said often she asks “wait what did I just say?”

- Favorite movie? Men in black for sure

- Has always secretly wanted to be in a play

- If Scrooge says anything nice to her she thinks about it weeks after even if it’s something as small as “thank you”

- Feels really bad for glomgold and just really wants him to be happy

- Webby is cuddle central doesn’t matter when or where or who

- It kind of bothers her that Lena seems to always take Louies side

- HATES CONFRONTATION will console a friend in a heart beat but never NEVER EVER wants to fight

- Bad with social cues due to her ASD luckily she has the triplets and Lena and Violet to help her out in bad situations

- If no one stops her will talk about one thing for hours Lena always lets her

- Probably knows how to play like a shit ton of instruments

- Really likes cooking but she sucks at it Scrooge ate her cooking once to make her happy but promptly through it up when she left

- Was definitely a lego kid

Lena

- If any elderly woman tries to touch her she flips due to magicas abuse good thing she’s got two gay dads now

- Loves Violet so much and thanks her every night before bed

- After extensive therapy that was suggested by Violet had the rest of her friends she’s able to look at her own shadow again even if sometimes it really freaks her out

- Lena is a lesbian 100% open about it

- Wishes she were a vampire and definitely reads those dumb vampire/werewolf stories

- Really likes that she’s taller than all her friends uses that against her Huey fucking hates her for it

- Her favorite crime is arson

- Because she’s a rebellious teen her and officer M’ma have had a few run ins

- Shes probably never actually been to Paris but rather said that to impress Webby

- Lenas the type of emo to cover her face in every picture of her

- Has always cut her hair herself and when her friends talk about wanting to cut their hair she does it for them trying to convince them to let her dye it the whole time

- Lenas is responsible for most of the graffiti in duckburg

- Loves Launchpad she thinks it’s really fun to tell him stuff that isn’t true and he’s cool when she tells him she was just joking

- Has always secretly wanted to be a florist

- Loves licorice

- Magica probably didn’t intend for her to have a personality or a life at all really so Lena definitely picked the name herself

- Magicas not really controlling her nightmares anymore but she’s still very much in them they’ve gotten better but they still happen every so often

- Sometimes if she’s sitting on the couch and someone’s sitting right in front of her she kicks them in the head not hard but enough to bother them

- Probably can’t read

- She probably doesn’t have an official birthday so she doesn’t really understand the celebration of one one day Webby the triplets and Violet surprised her with a birthday

Violet

- in my head Duckula and Von goosewing will always be her parents

- Violets favorite thing to research is definitely trees

- Weak ass immune system probably gets sick all the time

- Definitely dresses however see feels on her off days she throws people off when she shows up ripped jeans and leather jackets

- Her biggest pet peeve is when anyone does anything loud

- Violet has been teaching things that Lena wasn’t taught since she never got a traditional education

- Violet is still a hard core skeptic despite having a sister made of shadows and a father who is a vampire

- Her hair is always a frizzy mess so she chooses never to do anything with it and just keeps it in a bun

- Really doesn’t get any memes ever

- Violet is probably a very low key germaphobe

- Pokemon is her favorite game and she knows all the originals and is a pro at all the games

-Huey and her do that thing we’re neither of you are fighting but rather both talking loudly that makes people think “oh it’s getting pretty heated over there”

[cats-obsessions]

Mark Your Love in Ink

A geraskier soulmates au

Part one - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Rating: T

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier

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Summary:

Jaskier has always known he has a soulmate. The ink of tattoos have been appearing on his skin since he was born. He spends his whole life wondering who they are, what they'll be like. When he's eighteen, he gets a tattoo to let them know he exists, but there's no response. Three years later, Jaskier begins to wonder if he'll ever meet them at all. Funny how fate has a way of bringing people together.

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Jaskier always knew. There was not a second of his life that he hadn’t known he had a soulmate. He was born with the silhouette of a wolf on his ribs. At first, it looked like a blotched birthmark, but after a few years, the shape became clearer. His parents had wondered if he was cursed, but after a visit to an herbalist and a pellar, it was clear it was just a tattoo- the mark of a soulmate.

Something about the purposeful act of marking one’s skin was transferred through the bond. Other things like piercing and scars weren’t shared. Most say that’s because damage is rarely chosen, but who really knows?

Not everyone has a soulmate, but some do- people scattered across the world that their souls are bound to. No amount of space or time can separate them, nor can simple magic remove the bond. Its furiously romantic, at least Jaskier had always thought so.

It was entrenched in their society; people going as far back in time as tattoos themselves wrote of marking themselves when they came of age in hopes of finding another meant for them by fate itself.

The ink appearing across his skin over time sparked as much curiosity as excitement. There were questions, whispered between his parents when they thought he couldn’t hear, musings and worries. Why were the marks appearing at such a young age? What kind of scallion would have all these tattoos? Do they not know they affect someone else? Will he be able to get a job with his markings? Jaskier always rolled his eyes at that one.

They made him cover up, shoved him in turtle necks and long-sleeved shirts even through the sweltering summers. The more he got, the more ashamed his parents became, but Jaskier only felt more of a thrill. They were beautiful, too- tastefully placed and clearly done by good artists. Though he was always most fond of the wolf, he loved each of them: a large arch-griffon showed up on his bicep in middle school, some Latin quote on his chest his senior year, the skull of something very inhuman on his calf in college- a leshen, he thinks.

There weren’t too many, and they seemed to revolve around the fantastical world of monsters and myth- the types of things that were rare in this world. They still existed, but humans had driven many innocent creatures to extinction.

That was another point of contention with his parents, though most things were. It wasn’t a surprise when Jaskier left at the age of sixteen, flying across the continent and enrolling in Oxenfurt University. Two years later was when he got his first tattoo- he thought of himself as pretty clever for it, too.

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It’s late autumn when Geralt sees it.

He wakes up late, the wind howling outside against the rickety windows of his apartment. He had dealt with a drowner problem the night before. Of course, the contractor he was working for said it was only a few when it ended up being at least a dozen. And of course, he was underpaid again. But it was work. The results of it, though, left him exhausted and sore from the unexpected battle. He stumbles into the little, dimly lit bathroom to take a shower, pulling his shirt over his head as he does so.

Stark black lines stand out against his pale skin below the wolf on his ribs. It’s a phone number. Above it are the little words “call me” embellished with a heart.

Fuck.

He feels like he’s on fire, that hot sensation in his cheeks he’d recognize as blush- if he could blush. Which he can’t, right? But there’s panic, too. How could this possibly be?! Witchers don’t have soulmates. Fuck, most people don’t think witchers have souls! And look at him, he’s given this person more than enough ink against their will. That thought makes him sick. Almost as sick as the thought of having a soulmate.

He doesn’t call. He doesn’t text. He doesn’t get another tattoo to offer an explanation or anything. He just ignores it, which isn’t that hard to do, really. It’s not in a terribly visible place, and if he keeps his eyes away from the mirror when he showers, he almost forgets about it. But he still feels it; every time he remembers it, it’s like fire burning a hole in his side, taunting him, reminding him someone out there is waiting for a prince charming, and he’s what they got.

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Three years pass like that, Geralt ignoring the tattoos that pop up on his body from time to time, none of which cover the phone number. The other tattoos aren’t bad- even beautiful. He gets a set of flowers on his shoulder blade, lovely and shaded perfectly; a set of oddly specific music notes appear on his foot, though he doesn’t know what song they’re from; a songbird on his arm, adding to his collection perfectly; his favorite is a small minimalistic portrait of a wolf surrounded by yellow flowers that appears on his wrist one summer.

Late at night when he’s alone with his thoughts, Geralt lets himself imagine that they got that because of him- because of the first wolf tattoo he got. He lets himself think maybe they think of him fondly, associate the wolf with him, and chose to put that tattoo in such a visible place for him.

It’s not true, though, and he knows it.

Even if it were true, they would change their mind if they knew him- knew what he is.

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He gets a contract to clear out the warehouses on the edge of the city, deep within the less savory parts of town. Here, humans are more likely a danger than monsters, but still, some do stalk the streets, especially late at night.

The man that hired him said he didn’t know what beasts laid in his warehouse, simply that a worker had turned up dead with what looked like scratch marks, time of death estimated around midnight. Blind jobs were always the worst. If the man died at midnight, Geralt will have to wait until then to approach as some creatures only transformed or showed themselves deep into the night.

He decides to kill time at a local bar in preparation. He has never been here before, some odd little college bar, but the food smells good and they have alcohol; nothing else matters.

He sits by himself, running through his list of things he needs to do this week as he waits for his food- maybe he should buy Roach a new toy if this pays well… his eyes shift to wander around the room and take note of the patrons. They’re the usual, grungy broke college kids and people with drinking problems. There’s an alarming overlap between the groups. Then, his eyes shift to where a single musician is setting up for live music.

He looks young; soft hair frames his boyish face with big blue eyes. He’s bright: bright smile, bright eyes, bright clothing- he wears a denim jacket with far too many buttons and patches stuck to it, a colorful floral T-shirt underneath, too tight black jeans, and are those white converse hand-painted with yet more flowers. The kids are still doing that?

Yet, as he begins to sing, Geralt can’t help but keep glancing at him. A song or two go by; his voice is lovely, deeper than he had expected, and it gets harder and harder to look away. It’s a ballad that really captures the witcher’s attention. It’s sad and lonesome, singing about longing for love. Something about it weighs heavy on his heart.

“They say love is mankind’s greatest joy/

But what if I can never find you?”

When the waitress comes by with his food, Geralt finds he doesn’t even glance at her, somehow transfixed by the young man’s singing. His singing is magical. Of course, Geralt knows it’s not literally magical, but it has been a long time since he’s felt drawn to someone like this- if ever.

The song ends and the singer shifts to something more upbeat, some attempted crowd-pleaser, and Geralt shakes the feeling off. He returns his focus to his meal, scrolling through mindless nothings on his phone.

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When Jaskier finishes his last set, only a few claps can be heard throughout the bar. One asshole says a little too loudly “He’s finally done!”. He sighs in defeat, but this isn’t exactly the live music kinda bar. It’s… actually gross. The floors are awfully sticky. If only he could get a spot in one of the better venues in town, then maybe he could get a break. But music is competitive here.

None of that matters when his eyes lock on the mysterious and gorgeous man brooding in the corner of the bar. He seems to be the strong silent type, sitting alone with his food and an empty beer. He has long white hair, pulled half up. T-shirt under, leather jacket, and are those biker boots? He looks like trouble- no, he looks like danger and heartbreak, and exactly what Jaskier needs in his life.

The musician snags two beers off a waitress’s platter, ignoring her fussing as he moves in closer toward the man.

“As a musician, patrons are typically supposed to offer me free drinks, but I figured I’d make an exception this once.” He says, placing the darker beer in front of the man, hoping he got his preferences right.

He seems to ponder it for a moment, breathtaking golden eyes assessing the beer, then Jaskier. Finally, the man accepts it, taking a long drink before scooting his basket of French fries towards Jaskier “Would the starving artist like a fry?” His voice is deep and gravely and perfect.

“Who said I was starving?” He grins, though he does take a fry, quite happily.

The man ‘Hm’s at him, thoughtful, yet somehow playful “Must be if you’re playing in a dump like this.”

“Fair enough,” Jaskier smiles- or, continues to smile. “I’m Jaskier, by the way.”

His companion doesn’t reply immediately, eventually responding “Geralt.”

“So, Geralt, you know I’m a starving artist. What do you do?”

That seems to entertain him as Geralt quirks an eyebrow at him, a sly smirk on his face. “You don’t know, do you?”

Jaskier scrunches his eyebrows together “That’s why I’m asking?”

Geralt huffs amusedly “Call it security.”

“For shitty bars?”

“No.”

Jaskier fakes a pout, fluttering his eyelashes “Aw, and I had already been planning to come back to see you.” He watches as Geralt rolls his eyes- his golden… cat eyes. In the dim lighting of the bar, his pupils had been big enough to seem round, but Jaskier notices them contract slightly, forming something more adjacent to slivers. And suddenly, it makes sense. His hair, the medallion around his neck, the brooding- the musician gasps “You’re a witcher!” he says, almost giddy with excitement.

There’s nothing meek about Geralt in the slightest. Yet, for a moment he looks as though he wants to crawl under the table. It doesn’t bother Jaskier, though, who is nearly grinning ear to ear “Oh, how wonderful! Tell me everything,” he demands, leaning farther across the table.

Geralt gazes at him quizzically, actually surprised by his reaction “Not really supposed to share details with strangers.”

“Ah, you probably don’t want to talk about work, anyways. Perhaps another time,” he adds slyly. The witcher does not offer to redirect the conversation, seemingly content with his silence. Though, he doesn’t object when Jaskier snags more of his fries. The musician goes as far as leaning across the table to dip them in the little container of ketchup Geralt has sitting in front of him. That’s when he notices the squiggly outlines of black on Geralt’s arm, just barely showing under the cusp of his sleeve.

“Oh, you have tattoos,” Jaskier points out cheerily.

He had expected Geralt to offer to show him, but he only gets an affirmative “Hm,”

“I love tattoos!” he pushes “I only have a few myself, but I always want more. They’re addictive, you know. Can I see them?”

“Fine.” Geralt says as if it were a burden, but he sees him smirk, however subtle. Ah, so Jaskier chose the right topic, after all.

He watches a little too closely as Geralt shucks off the leather jacket. At first, Jaskier focuses on his muscles- gods he’s muscular. It almost looks like he’s going to rip his shirt, the way the fabric strains as he pushes off his jacket. But then, with his arms showing, Jaskier’s eyes freeze on the tattoos- the familiar arch-Griffin, his wolf with flowers, the swallow. Jaskier’s tattoos. And suddenly he feels like he can’t think, can’t process what’s going on. The sound of the bar patrons in the background all but drowns out to the pounding of his heartbeat.

Jaskier opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He closes it, then tries again. “Why didn’t you call me, you prick?!” Jaskier exclaims, nearly jumping over the table with the way he’s out of his seat in an instant, the chair making a loud squeak against the hard floor as a result. A few people turn to look at them, but he doesn’t notice.

He thought his plan was foolproof, thought for sure that his soulmate would call, and when they didn’t, the tattoos stopped too. It was the worst feeling Jaskier had ever experienced. He doesn’t know how long or how much he cried. He thought they might have died!

“Do you know I had to pay a hundred dollars to keep that phone number last time I switched phone providers? Just in case you called!” Jaskier fusses, though that really probably shouldn’t be what he’s most concerned about right now.

“What are you talking about?” Geralt asks, voice suddenly cold and harsh.

Jaskier rushes to push his jacket sleeves up, hands shaking with anticipation. However, when his tattoos, and heart, are finally bared to the witcher, he recoils.

“We’re soulmates, bounded by fate!” Jaskier beams, hoping his excitement will rub off on the other man. “I’ve been waiting forever to meet you.”

“I don’t believe in fate.”

The words are flat and dull, said as though they weren’t crushing. Jaskier tries not to take it personally. A lot of people are frightened when they meet their soulmate. And- well, Geralt’s a witcher. They’re notorious for being loners.

Still, he pushes. “Come on, we’re connected for a reason.”

“No, we’re not” Geralt barks back with a frown. He’s on his feet in an instant, digging through his wallet and throwing down some bills on the table. He’s tall. Oh, heavens he’s even taller than Jaskier, only by a little, but his broadness makes it more obvious. Jaskier barely has time to register what’s happening before the witcher is walking away from him, strides heavy, confident, and broody. Of course, he got the broody one.

He doesn’t let his soulmate’s negativity deter him, though. Jaskier throws his guitar over his shoulder and scuttles after Geralt.

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The cold night air should be refreshing. It should help him clear his mind but hearing the boy’s hurried footsteps and thundering heart behind him does little to calm Geralt. It had been fine, just a bit of non-committal flirting and a free beer until tattoos came into play. He hadn’t thought anything of it when Jaskier asked to see; it wasn’t the first time he’d had someone ask. He never expected to meet his ‘soulmate’ and especially not some college kid in a dive bar. If the adrenaline coming off Jaskier in tidal waves is anything to go by, he wasn’t expecting this either.

Speaking of the devil, Jaskier catches up with him, speaking much faster than before, all nerves and pent up energy. “Look, I’m not proposing to you right here and now. Hell, I’m not even asking you to hop back to my apartment for a celebratory romp- not that I would be opposed, regardless of the tattoos, but- oh, shit, you could be straight. Gods. I know it might be a lot. But we’re connected!”

“It’s just haphazard, faulty magic. Some people claim to see the future by sniffing cheese. Do you believe everything they say, too?” Geralt tries to reason with him- or with himself. He isn’t quite sure which one needs convincing more.

“I’m just asking to get to know you. As friends.”

“No. I don’t do friends.”

“That’s not fair. I’ve spent my whole life wondering who you are. I- gods it all makes sense now. You’re a witcher. You must be quite a bit older than me. I was born with a tattoo: the little wolf. My whole life I knew I had a soulmate, and all I ever wanted was to meet you, and now you’re pushing me away?!” his voice cracks on the last word, and Geralt feels the guilt shoot straight to his gut. “Just give me a chance.”

Geralt stops in his tracks, turning to face Jaskier. The sudden movement has the man tripping over his feet to come to a halt. “I’m sorry,” Geralt says finally.

Jaskier gawks at him, confusion evident on his face.

“If I had known, I would’ve never gotten all these tattoos. I’m sorry.” He reiterates “That must have been rough.”

“Is that why you stopped getting them after I got one?” Jaskier murmurs. The way he looks at Geralt with those round eyes makes his stomach churning. It’s like he can communicate every emotion so clearly through a glance- pain, hurt, hope… Geralt nods, and the rawness of the moment is gone in an instant, replaced by Jaskier’s confident prattling once more.

“While I admit, most people don’t start seeing tattoos until they’re in high school at the earliest, I never resented them. I adore them- really. I suppose I’m quite fortunate. You have fantastic taste in tattoos.” He grins

That makes Geralt smile, just in the slightest, but it’s gone as soon as it appeared. “I’m not the kind of person someone like you wants to be around.”

“But I do.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“And you don’t know me. I want to change that. That’s all I’m asking.”

Geralt breathes in deeply, holding it in for a second before releasing and allowing the tension in his shoulders to subside. It's his habitual method of getting ahold of his stress, but it has the inadvertent effect of inundating him with Jaskier’s scent; he smells like flowers, a combination of some cologne and his naturally sweet smell, something Geralt wishes he didn’t notice.

What options does he really have? He’s already marked up the boy’s skin. What kind of man just walks away from that? He gets the feeling that if he did, it wouldn’t be the last he would see of Jaskier- seems like a persistent bugger. Maybe one conversation would sate his curiosity enough to drive him away.

Finally, he speaks “I have two hours, then I have to go to work. What did you have in mind?” Before Jaskier can open his mouth, he adds “Somewhere public.”

“Of course, of course- I would never threaten your honor.” Jaskier chuckles, “I know a place not too far from here that serves boozy milkshakes,” he offers.

“Fine.”

[theincompetentgenius]

Warlords React to Clumsy MC

anon:  Headcannon request for Ikesen Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Kenshin, Hideyoshi, Masamune with an MC who is super clumsy and oblivious. Kinda like the female version of Mitsunari. THANK YOU!!!! :3 

anon:  Hey!!! Can I get a HC for Nobunaga, Kenshin, Mitsuhide, Masamune & Hideyoshi reaction to an MC who is super clumsy and always endangers herself, like always tripping or something xDD Thanks!!!

Alright, so I’m combining these two HCs because they’re almost the exact same (even ask for the same warlords-- maybe the same person requested twice?) Also it was a bit difficult because I felt like there would be a lot of overlap in some of the warlord’s behaviors, but I tried my best. Anywho, I hope you enjoy them!

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is going to have a difficult time understanding how this woman (of all the people in the world) saved him from the deadly assassin. She can barely walk without tripping over her two feet, so he’s confused as to how she protected the warlord in the fire. Nevertheless, her clumsiness and angelic behavior prove to Nobunaga that she can’t be much of a threat and genuinely has his best interests at heart.

The warlord has a hard time flirting with MC (or showing any other form of attraction) because Nobunaga’s flirting often goes over MC’s head. She interprets his flirting as friendly comments that come with his charismatic and authoritative personality.  However, this doesn’t bother him too much. Instead, he makes his moves in a direct manner and clearly paints the correct image in MC’s head.  Poor MC can’t hide the red flush on her cheeks, which only increase’s Nobunaga’s teasing.

This MC is not ready for Nobunaga’s games of strip go. When the warlord first mentioned the idea, she didn’t realize that she’d actually have to take off her clothes. She thought the warlord was joking around. A few rounds later and our poor girl is trying to salvage her purity by peeling off her socks instead of her undergarments.  It doesn’t make it any better that Nobunaga can read her like a book, so he knows her next moves.

When Nobunaga takes her to the battlefield as his good luck charm, he’s aware that she can become a major liability. That’s why he always keeps her close when there’s no activity. When he’s out on the front lines, she is protected by special guards at all times.

He also uses MC’s clumsiness to keep his hands around her. He’ll tell everyone that he’s simply doing it to protect her, but the smirk on his face suggests otherwise. Nevertheless, MC has no issue with his overly-affectionate gestures because there’s no such thing as being “too loving” in her eyes.

Mitsuhide 

Mitsuhide would have the TIME OF HIS LIFE messing around with MC. She’s clumsy, oblivious, and basically Mitsunari 2.0? If you ask him, she’s the perfect target for his shenanigans (of course he’ll deny his schemes with a questionable attitude).

When our residential snake corners poor MC for his tantalizing flirting, she’ll assume it’s for some friendly conversation. Although the look in Mitsuhide’s smirk literally screams DANGER, this MC will have no problem talking to him. In her eyes, there’s nothing romantic or cheeky about his approach-- just typical Mitushide behavior. 

She wouldn’t even realize that Mitsuhide was teasing her until the other warlords give her a detailed explanation with proof.

Despite all his teasing, Mitsuhide would most likely keep this MC at a distance (especially if there was a budding romance). He wouldn’t want to corrupt her childish innocence because it would only bring his misfortune and sadness. Mitsuhide wouldn’t want to be the reason that she returned back home in pieces.

However, this beloved MC would manage to grab his heart with all her kindness. She’s aware that he’s done some wrongs, but he can always turn a new leaf if he has the right intentions. She’ll go out of her way to help him fix his moral compass because it's her duty as his friend. However, only Mitsuhide himself can bring about the change to his moral compass.

Throughout their journey, MC is bound to find herself in trouble. However, she won’t run into too many external problems because Mitsuhide tends to resolve the problem before it escalates. Whether it be with his sharp words or his accurate gunshots, there’s not much of an issue here. He’s always keeping an eye on her to ensure she doesn’t entangle herself in something dangerous. 

Kenshin

When Kenshin first meets MC, he is surprised that she is the chatelaine of Nobunaga’s palace. He immediately notices her clumsy demeanor as she bumps into the corners of the market stall. She’s dropping fruits from her arms as her other bags fall from her arm. How could the leader of the Oda forces trust someone like that to take care of his palace?

However, he finds himself drawn (both voluntary and involuntarily) towards MC. There’s an undeniable charm in her sincere and innocent attitude. The god of war doesn’t have to worry about being attacked, betrayal, or other darker behavior. By talking to her, he can relax and let his guard drop once in a while.

As MC skips around, humming her favorite tune, Kenshin can’t help but watch with soft eyes. All the time he spent with her was chipping away at his frozen heart, revealing that there was something underneath. If you looked closely, you could even see the corners of his lips tugging upwards.

The cage era in Kenshin’s route is definitely going to last longer with this MC. Because she’s so trusting, oblivious, and unwilling to be rude to Kenshin, it takes her much longer to vocalize that this imprisonment is unfair to her. To make things worse, Kenshin feels the need to constantly keep MC under his watch because she’s a walking target.

With due time, she’ll find her way out of the cage without hurting Kenshin’s feelings. However, he’ll still feel responsible for keeping her safe. He constantly has his arm around her or will be walking behind her for safety reasons. Every time MC notes that someone was being rude or perverted towards her, Kenshin makes a mental note to pay them a lovely visit later.

His heart melts when he sees her playing with the soft bunnies! The two most adorable beings have somehow united under his roof and the only threat MC faces here is the barrage of bunnies that might topple her over. However, there’s nothing but a smile on her face as she’s swallowed by the crowd of bunnies.

Masamune

May the lord have mercy on this MC

Between Mitsuhide and Masamune, I feel like Masamune would be worse in terms of bugging MC. His attempts to hit on her are so direct that even oblivious MC cannot ignore his attempts. And whenever she tries to play dumb, Masamune sees through her and amps up his flirty attitude.

Don’t be surprised if she happened to trip over a stick in the middle of her conversation and he caught her perfectly in her arms. Our one-eyed dragon is ALWAYS looking for these convenient moments to swoop in and save MC. Plus, its a bonus to watch her cheeks flush as he holds her against his muscular chest.

However, its not all doom-and-gloom around this warlord. He’s always making mental notes about her favorite foods, especially sweets. Whenever he has free time or MC is feeling down, Masamune goes the extra mile to make her favorite dishes (down to the smallest details). If there’s less time, he’ll just make a bunch of sweets because they remind him of the sweetness of his lover.

You know how the sweet girl gets kidnapped by the evil bad guys, only to be saved by the oh-so-handsome lead male? That’s exactly what Masamune expects and tries to do every time that MC gets herself into hot water. For the first few times, MC is extremely grateful, but she soon realizes that she needs to learn to defend herself the next time someone tries to hurt her.

After lots of persuasion, Masamune agrees to teach her some self-defense techniques. Earnest MC tries her best to keep up with his moves, but she stumbles over from the force of her own kick. Masamune can’t help but laugh when she trips over her feet, but he’s always ready to help her get back up.

Not-so-earnest Masamune also uses these training as opportunities to get close and personal. He’ll grab her by the wrist and spin her to his chest. A soft smirk will rest on his lips, alluding to something more.

Hideyoshi

You know that period where Hideyoshi mistrusts MC because he thinks that she might be a threat to Nobunaga? Well, that probably doesn’t exist here. The longest it might last is about a few hours? Maybe a day? That’s because the moment he talks to MC, the warlord realizes that this MC wouldn’t be able to hurt a fly. In fact, he’s never met a female who literally embodies a cinnamon roll. 

Hideyoshi has a heart attack every thirty seconds around this MC. There’s so much that could go wrong in such a short amount of time, so he always holds her hand whenever they go outside. Besides, the warmth in her hands only made it more tempting to keep his hand in her’s.

This man would shower MC with the cutest gifts on the planet. Whether it's an ornate necklace or adorable little desserts, Hideyoshi would feel the need to constantly spoil MC. She could ask for almost anything and he’d rush to get it.

MC always wants to help out Hideyoshi because he can be quite swamped with work, but he’s a bit hesitant to let her around his stuff simply because she has the tendency to drop everything. Instead, he assigns her to duties that rely on her strengths, such as designing a new kimono for him.

When he’s out on the front lines, MC always lingers at the back of his mind. Is she alright? Have the warlords been bothering her or making any moves on her? While it stresses him out, it also provides the warlord with the motivation to return safely and soundly to his beloved.

Do you remember those women who constantly flirt with Hideyoshi? Well, they’d approach Hideyoshi and MC as the couple walk through the markets, fawning over the warlord. Poor MC sees them and immediately assumes they’re Hideyoshi’s good friends. Hideyoshi himself has to politely decline the invites of these thirsty brats, explaining to MC that they aren’t as friendly as they look.

[panic-and-procrastinate-writing]

Chapter 9: Pipe Dreams

Warnings: Vomit, Scars, Self Harm Mention, Eating Disorders

You called him immediately after you finished your newest monstrosity.

You were crumpled up on the floor, your back against the far wall and your cheeks stained with tears.

You had worked on it the whole day, from yesterday night to then, 11 pm. A whole 24 hours.

Your chest felt so heavy, and your eyes were so tired, but the thought of closing them so soon after a nightmare like that…

You would rather gouge your eyes out than see what you saw again.

“Hello?” The vigilantes mechanical voice called out from the window, echoing through out your dark apartment.

You had turned the lights off so you wouldn’t have to see the painting again.

“In here.” You croaked; your throat was raw from another panic attack that you had earlier.

You heard him land in your apartment through the window, and then his heavy footsteps coming closer.

When he stood next to you, he flicked on the light switch above you, and stared in horrific confusion.

Okay, so, maybe you also turned the lights off because you didn’t want him to see the state you were in.

You had vomit on your clothes, a lot of it. You had been trying to hold back from throwing up and had been trying to keep painting, but the urge was too powerful and you ended up not making it to your toilet.

Your eyes were bloodshot, and the bags underneath were heavy and dark. Your nose was red and still running, and your lips were broken and split from where you had been biting them in anxiety.

And you were still crying. That fact over powered all the others as the vigilante crouched to steadily stroke your cheeks and wipe away the newest falling tears.

You didn’t flinch away from his touch this time.

He didn’t ask what happened, and instead just stood up to get you some fresh clothes, and a glass of water.

When he held the glass of water out in front of you, you gladly took it and chugged it, taking a deep breath after.

He held your hands and steadily helped to pull you up, and when you struggled to hold your own weight, the Red Hood put his arm around your waist and supported you as you stumbled to the bathroom.

He sat you down on the edge of the bathtub, as the toilet was covered in bile.

It made you want to throw up again.

But instead, you watched as the vigilante took out some cleaning supplies from under the tub, and began to wipe away the sick.

If you had any energy, you would have blushed from all his care, but you didn’t, so you just settled for a half dead/half shocked look instead.

After he finished cleaning, he sat you on the toilet, and left you to get changed.

Or at least he tried to, but you didn’t let him.

You don’t know why you reached out, maybe because you were being smart and knew you didn’t have the energy to do it yourself, or maybe because you desperately didn’t want to be alone right then.

Either way, you didn’t let him leave, and he stayed to help.

It was awful and humiliating. Nobody had ever seen you in that amount of undress before, and all you could think was how ugly you must look to him.

But he didn’t say a word.

Not about the uncovered legs with thousands of overlapping scars.

Not about the extremely visible ribs and bones you had.

Not about how pale and sick you very clearly were.

He didn’t say anything, and instead, just helped.

You wanted to start crying again.

When you were done getting dressed, he picked up a cloth from the side of the sink, wet it with cold water, and cleaned your face. Firmly, but with care.

You felt a bit better.

But you didn’t feel as fresh as you wanted to, so using what little energy you had, you stood up to get your tooth brush. You were still shaky, but the Red Hood held you the entire time, and by the end of it, you felt… okay.

Your mouth was clean, your face was clean, and you were wearing fresh clothes. It felt, nice.

He wordlessly helped you out of your bathroom, and sat you in the kitchen at the dining table. You crossed your arms and laid your head down on the table feeling so utterly drained.

But you felt cared for. And it was good.

The vigilante was doing something in your kitchen, looking for something, opening cupboards and draws, and when he found it you could hear the sound of jam jar lid popping off.

He was… making you food.

Did you want to eat?

You still felt partially sick, but you were so drained, so shaky. You needed to eat something, but was she going to get mad?

She didn’t tend to speak when other people were around.

Maybe… you could eat? Just this once?

Besides, if he was making it for you, then it would be rude to deny it.

Yeah, you would eat.

The vigilante placed the plate in front of you, and you looked up to see he had made a jam sandwich, and filled the glass of water back up.

You ate slowly as he sat down and watched, carefully making sure you were going to be okay.

It was good, the sandwich. Your sandwiches always tasted like arse. You weren’t sure how you could fuck up a sandwich, but you always did.

He didn’t, and he was still watching. But when you got to the second half, you couldn’t eat anymore, as your stomach was already feeling full.

You weren’t used to this much food, and you didn’t want to insult him, so you put the second half down in favour of more water.

When you finished, you both sat in complete silence, just existing in each other’s company. What could you say anyway? You didn’t really have the energy for words.

It felt… weird. You weren’t used to this. All this care and comfort. Neveah didn’t do shit like this. Mainly because you would never let her see you like this, but still.

Why did he care so damn much?

“You’re not going to eat the rest?” He asked gently, finally filling the dead silence.

“Feel sick.” Was all you said.

A beat of silence, then:

“Was the vision that bad?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. It was, kinda. It was an awful vision, but there were other factors that made you feel this way, yesterday’s incident for one.

Sighing, you put your head in your hands and made a whimper like noise, not really having any energy to explain.

You heard him sigh as well, and suddenly felt really bad that he put all this effort into you and you couldn’t even explain something so simple.

“It was clearer.” You began, hating how much your throat ached and how croaky it sounded. “It was more vibrant. Like someone turned the saturation and brightness up. I have a headache from it.”

He hummed as he nodded his head, still watching you like a hawk.

“Have you taken anything? Paracetamol? Ibuprofen?”

“No, but I have paracetamol in the corner cupboard.” You explained, hoping he would get it for you. He did, as well as refill your glass so you didn’t need to take the tablet dry.

Once you took it you put your head in your arms and waited for it to kick in.

“Do you know why your vision was clearer?” He asked whilst wrapping up your sandwich to put it away in the fridge.

“I meditated yesterday. Burned some incense. Cleared out my psychic filter, if you will.”

He hummed and nodded along, understanding.

“Your throat sounds bad, how many panic attacks have you had?” He asked as gently as he could, whilst walking around to your side of the table and leaning on it.

“I’ve only had one today, but I had a really bad one yesterday.” You explained, turning your head in your arms so you could see him better.

“You had the vision yesterday?”

“Yesterday night. I had the panic attack in the morning.” You explained begrudgingly, not sure how to tell him about the goddamn stupid voice in your head that sometimes told you to breathe, and sometimes told you to starve.

“What caused the panic attack yesterday?” He questioned, still trying to be ever so gentle. It made you warm again.

“Stuff… Family issues. Mental issues. Bad combo.”

He nodded his head as he listened, only trying to help.

Your head was getting a bit better, it wasn’t as dizzy, and you had some energy again.

He really was good friend.

He patted your head gently before walking into the living room to actually take a look at the painting, and your face flushed with warmth.

You tried to stand up to follow him, and stumbled a bit, but managed okay. You really didn’t want to look at the painting, but you also didn’t want to leave his side, so you walked up to him and rested your head on his arm.

You still didn’t have the right amount of energy to do this, but you figured you would be okay if you were with him.

“It’s still wet.” You chastised when he tried to touch it.

“Sorry.”

You didn’t dare to open your eyes, and instead just revelled in the comfort of him letting you lean on him.

But you could tell that the Red Hood was affected by the painting, and was frowning, deep in thought of what to do.

You decided you would comfort him too.

“Don’t worry, we have a couple days to save the guy.”

“You know when it’s going to happen?” He asked, a little shock coming off of him.

“Not exactly, it just feels like it’s going to be in few days. Maybe more? We don’t have that long, but we have long enough.” You said, standing up straight, even though all you really wanted to do was bury yourself further into his arms.

“Hmm. That doesn’t give us a lot to work with, but we have the face of the next victim, so we can run facial recognition, find him, and protect him.”

“Yep. Or, you know, I could just tell you the street the victim lives on.” You smiled tiredly but smugly at the vigilante as he looked at you with surprise.

“You know where the victim lives?” He asked as you walked around him to sit on the sofa, your legs already getting tired from standing.

“I know a lot now. Remember, the vision was clearer, longer. My first vision was short and vague, snippets of what happened, mostly of the murderer stabbing her to the pavement. This vision detailed all the way back to when he gets taken.” You explained.

“So, you know… everything?” the Red Hood asked, staring at you with mild awe.

“Mm, I don’t know the guy’s name.” You pondered. “The murderer kept thinking of him as a pig, so I think it’s a cop. And he kept thinking about how greedy he was? That he turned a ‘blind eye’?” You explained with air quotes, and mild curiosity.

The vigilante hummed as he turned back to the painting in thought.

“He has given the guy a pig nose, so you’re probably right. And most of the cops are corrupt and bought easily, so he could have been bribed to look the other way.” The Vigilante theorised, still staring at the painting.

“That would explain his gouged-out eyes and leaving them on the floor.” You said, picking up a pillow and hugging it your chest.

“Is there anything else?” The Red Hood asked, turning back to you.

You thought about it for a bit, struggling to remember. After 24 hours the vision tended to get fuzzy and wasn’t that helpful.

But then you did remember something.

“Yeah, actually. He went to a… warehouse? It was broken down, old, abandoned. I… can’t remember where, car rides are always so fuzzy in dreams, but… it wasn’t empty. It had, uh, boxes? Big, massive, metal boxes! Yeah!” You exclaimed, looking up at the vigilante with pride.

“A warehouse, huh? And it was abandoned?” He inquired

You nodded you head yes.

“Good, alright, that really helps. Thanks.” He said, a proud smile of his own directed at you.

You smiled back at him, energy and warmth starting to consume you.

However, your throat was still sore, so you got up and walked into to the kitchen to make some tea.

You suddenly had this strange, overwhelming urge to get better.

Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, you didn’t think about it and just continued preparing your tea. You were going to ask the vigilante if he wanted one, but when you turned around you saw he was holding his hand up to his helmet, and sounded as if he was talking to somebody.

Oh well. He didn’t like taking off his helmet anyway.

 When you finished making your tea, peppermint for your throat this time, you grabbed your laptop and the USB before walking over to the living room and sitting on the sofa.

It was finally time to read through those notes that Oracle had made, and it was time to update them.

The Red Hood was apparently done talking to whoever he was talking to, and was currently taking pictures of your work. It seemed you weren’t the only one who wanted to break down the message.

The notes Oracle had made where pretty detailed, had lots of evidence and were very concrete, so you were happy to read through them, but you desperately wanted to get on with breaking down this new message that the murderer had put on display.

You already knew what thyme meant, so you opened a new note on your laptop, and wrote in that the second murder would take place at 2 in the morning.

The third murder, if the bad guy actually managed to get away, would be placed at 6? It seemed pretty early for the murderer to place it, whether it was the morning or the afternoon, too many people would be out.

But who could know what goes on in a psychopath’s mind, he was obviously doing it for attention, so maybe he was challenging himself?

You made a new bullet point, and wrote about how you thought that the victim could be a cop. You wrote about the thoughts and feelings of the murderer, constantly calling him a pig and making him look like one, etcetera, etcetera.

And you worked your way down the body, explaining and theorising each wound and flower, like why the murderer gouged out the eyes, because of how he turned a blind eye.

Turns.

He turns a blind eye.

He wasn’t dead yet.

In the painting, he had buttercups in his mouth, steadily falling out. Was he eating buttercups? According to Wikipedia, buttercups meant riches.

He was eating the rich?

That couldn’t be right.

That expression was used to show hatred for the upper-class, and to support communism. This guy was a capitalist born and bred.

But then again…

You didn’t know what he turned a blind eye for, what he ignored. Maybe… maybe the rich hurt somebody? But he just took their money instead of doing anything to help people?

Stuffing his belly and getting greedy like the murderer thought he was.

No, the murderer knew. The murderer stalked his victims, so he was sure of what he was doing.

And the murderer knew that he was eating the rich. He was eating out of their hands so they could keep getting away with whatever the hell they wanted to.

Yes, it was right, you knew it. So, you wrote it down.

You moved down the body, and found your fingers frozen.

This was the part that made you throw up so much earlier.

The gaping hole in his chest.

You took a deep breath, and strained against your anxiety to keep your cool, so you could crack the message.

You made a bullet point with shaky fingers, typing how the gaping hole in his chest was supposed to show the message came from his soul.

It was difficult, trying to write and ignore all the pain and suffering you remembered the victim went through. Remembering the gruesome and gory details of the murderer slicing him open and cutting and digging into his chest, all the way through…

You took another deep breath as you look up to the ceiling, trying to restrain the tears.

You had already had a mental break down, you wouldn’t have another.

No, you would focus on the message.

And the message was white heather, almond branches, and yellow carnations.

White heather meant protection, almonds meant promise, and yellow carnations meant disappointment.

But it was supposed to be backwards. You could feel it, as you feel everything.

He disappointed a promise to protect, because he was a cop taking bribes from the rich. Bribes for what? You didn’t know. But you had a clearer idea of who the victim was.

The motive was still shady, but there had to be something that linked the victims, and you knew he left it in the flowers.

You looked up when you heard the vigilante talking again, but it still wasn’t to you. You don’t know why you felt disappointed by that.

When the Red Hood stopped talking to whoever was on the other end of his coms, he turned to you, walked over and sat next you.

He was looking over your notes, and you could feel the surprise coming off of him.

“You already cracked the message?” He asked with awe.

“It’s really not that difficult. The murderer uses Wikipedia to find out the meanings, all you gotta do is find out what the flowers are and then link their meanings.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders.

“How would I know that the murderer uses Wikipedia?”

Oh.

Yeah.

He wouldn’t.

“Sorry, I guess that’s a psychic thing huh?” You stated bashfully. Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between your psychic abilities and your natural senses.

“Uhuh. So, what do you have? Oracle wants the details.”

So that’s who he was talking to. Figured, he hadn’t mentioned anyone else anyway.

“Uh, well I’ve gotten a lot. There’s not as many details as the last murder, he made this one pretty quick and simple. But it was basically just stating what we already guessed. That he broke his oath to serve and protect for his own selfish gain.”

He hummed and nodded his head understanding. “Send it to her, she’ll want to look over it herself.”

“Um okay, how do I do that?” You asked, staring at your screen with confusion. He said there was link, but you couldn’t see anything…

“Here.” He took the laptop out of your hands and started typing, pressing a bunch of keys.

Oh no, it was code and programming, wasn’t it?

You sucked at that.

You were starting to miss your paper case files.

“There you go, all you gotta to do is insert the file and press enter and she should get it.” He said, handing the laptop back to you, the code and stuff still on the screen.

“Um, how am I supposed to get into this again? Like isn’t there a simple way to just, email her or something?” You asked, still staring at the screen with horrific confusion.

You hated computers.

“What do you mean, it is simple.”

You gave him a look that said ‘really?’

“Okay, give it back, I’ll make it easier.”

He took the laptop back and you saw him type more code, enter it, and then handed it back to you when it disappeared.

“Now if you want to talk to her, all you gotta do is type Oracle_1, with a capital O, Okay? It should immediately come up with a chat.”

You sighed in relief, that being ten times easier than writing millions of codes.

“Thanks, I kinda suck at computers.” You chuckled with a blush, feeling a little bit embarrassed.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He grinned at you while you stared at him with shock. The cheeky bastard!

You playfully pushed him with your shoulder in return, but he only grinned harder. The little bitch.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know you… were good at computers. You give off idiot vibes.” You retorted, not your best comeback, but it felt good enough.

“I do not!” He exclaimed in shock, pushing back with his shoulder, harder.

“Sure you do, that big old helmet echoes, makes your head sound empty.” You said with a cheeky grin, starting to enjoy riling him up.

“Ah!” He mock-gasped and held his hand over his heart, dramatically acting like you had actually wounded him. Figured, he was a thespian after all.

“I’m not an idiot.” He said seriously, making sure you knew that he was actually smart.

“I know.” You said, turning back to the computer. “But you look like one.” You gave him a cheeky smirk and side eye, and exclaimed when he pushed you off the sofa.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to push you that hard, I only meant to nudge you.” He shouted with worry, staring at you on the floor as you gave him a death glare.

“I don’t weigh anything! A nudge could throw me into outer space!” You shouted back, throwing a pillow at him.

The little bitch was gonna kill you one day.

But you couldn’t complain though, he was fun to be around.

[gotbts7fics]

Positive | Four |

 Three |  May to June 2017  | Five |

The month began with you frantically arranging all the tasks you needed to accomplish. Jaebum had messaged you several times, each one left unanswered. You assumed he was just shaking his head at your stubbornness, not really assuming anything was wrong. That he would come home and make sure everything went back to normal. Except you wouldn’t be there when he came home. It was heartless, you knew it but you couldn’t figure out what else to do at this point. You had hidden a pregnancy, broken your own heart and were about to leave a country you called home for over three years. 

“You should at least write him a letter. You’re going to break his heart anyways. At least give the dude closure so he can move on from your pathetic ass” Bree snorted through the screen. It was your weekly skype date with the two women who you loved more than anything. However, the conversation was not going in a positive direction as neither of them pleased with your actions and justifications at the moment. 

“I also think you need to write him a letter, if not, text. SOMETHING! This is insane you just leaving him without thinking of the bigger picture.” Kassie stated as a matter of fact. 

“Well what do you want me to do. ‘Hey Babe, I’m sorry, but I am kinda eighteen weeks pregnant. Sorry for hiding almost half a pregnancy….SURPRISE!’ Like really?” You bit out, face contorting in annoyance. It was the same conversation lately. Everyone was upset with your decision. They couldn’t believe you were actually going to hide this baby and run away. 

“Well whose fault is that!” Kassie retorted with just as much annoyance. You huffed out a response to her. 

“Ladies enough. Listen, we love and support you no matter what. We just feel like this was not the best way to handle the situation, but we support you. We just know how much shit you’ve been through and you deserve the world babe.” Bree insisted while looking intently at her screen. 

“I love you both. I know the decision I made is selfish, but I didn’t know what to do…” You mumbled looking down to your lap, tears threatening to spill over any minute. These pregnancy hormones were killing you. “Hey, listen, I’m sorry. We got you. Everything will work out eventually. I promise” Kassie assured.

“thank you…” You replied. After several more minutes of chit chatting the girls said their goodbyes, having to get ready for work, and you needing to get ready for bed. Tomorrow you had another ultrasound appointment, and were excited to finally find out what the gender of the baby was. As if they knew you were thinking about them, the little human sent out a very hard kick. “Well, hello to you too, little bean.” You whispered rubbing your belly. You definitely were starting to show now, however still able to hide the small round belly with sweaters. Sighing, you stood up from your position and headed to bed. It was going to be a long day tomorrow. 

The following morning after dropping Jaidyn off to school, you made your way to the clinic for your eighteen week check up. The clinic was busy on this particular morning, with many moms to be already in the waiting room. Upon registering for your appointment, you took a seat in front of the window, figuring to pass time you can watch people walking by as you read over different pamphlets on pregnancy and the first few months after birth. It was a painfully long 45 minutes with a full bladder, before you were finally called in by a nurse to a room. 

The technician followed her in and began the vigorous amount of tests and scans of your uterus and the human inside. As the technician swirled the wand around your belly, you watched as the little human you had created twisted and turned on the screen. You were already hopelessly in love with this tiny being.

 “Alright Ms Y/L/N, your baby is developing perfectly, everything looks healthy and on tract. Would you like to know the gender of your baby?” The technician asked as she rolled the wand around your stomach for a better view. “Yes please, if it is easy to tell” You replied with a wide smile on your face. The technician brought the ultrasound in between the baby’s legs. “Do you see?” She asked with a smile. 

“Yes, yes I do” You smiled, as tears slowly fell down your face. You were looking at the newest member of your little family. After receiving the ultrasound pictures, you packed your things and headed to work. You only had a few more days until the end of your contract, which was a bitter sweet reality. You clutched the picture of your beautiful baby, thinking about how this tiny human was about to make your life so much sweeter. 

Before you could even fathom it, you were days away from heading home. May went by seemingly fast after your last medical appointment, a combination of finishing work, and packing your life away and were getting ready to ship your belongings home, had left little time to dwell on the reality around you. You had the hard conversation with Jaidyn that you two would be moving home to Canada. Jaidyn was not happy, she had a life in Seoul that she loved, and moving home was not “a good choice” in her words. However, after much persuasion, you had convinced her that she was going to be happy back home, in your little town with her grandparents and friends. JB had continued to message you, but you refused to answer any of them. His last text had been almost a week prior, and as you reread it, your heart was breaking. You were causing him so much pain. 

[3:16pm] Jaebum: Look, I am angry. You’re being a selfish frigging brat. I get it, you’re upset but to be so immature that you can’t even respond. I am trying here, but I will only give you so much. I need to think about myself too. You’re hurting me. I want nothing more than to hold you and love you, but you can’t even give me a text back. I miss my daughter and you won’t even send me pictures or answer the phone. You’re just…  Wow… really. We’re heading to Thailand from Japan. I’m sorry, I wish I could see you sooner. I’ll be back in Korea on June 5th. So please baby, let’s talk this out. I hate this shit. I love you. I’ll be waiting. 

“He’s returning to Seoul on the day I leave.” You said into the receiver.

 “And you’re really not telling him anything?” The male on the other line asked. 

“No, I’m not.” 

“What’s so bad about this guy, that after what… three years, you can’t even be honest with him?”

“Nothing is wrong with him, He is perfect. But I won’t wreck his career. I can’t do that.”

“I don’t understand, you’re putting this guy ahead of you and his child… what type of man… You know what… whatever. I don’t understand. I just know that this guy doesn’t deserve you if you think that his career is worth more than this child. When you come home, you will have me to support you” Owen said, he was having a very difficult time with you being dishonest, but he was your best friend, and he would be there to pick up all the pieces when you came home. 

“Thank you, I know you don’t get it. I know it sounds crazy and after everything you’ve been through… I just love him so much I need him to succeed” You were toying with your hands now, anxiety getting the best of you.

“Okay, I love you and because I love you, I will support your decision. I am also selfish because I want my niece and you home.”

“Will you pick me up in Toronto? I know you hate the city….”

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss this homecoming for the world.”

“OK, I’ll talk to you later. I am going to get some packing done. I can’t believe I’m moving home.”

“Me neither, I was against you abandoning me in the beginning anyways so I am excited to have you back, you jerk” He said right before he ended the call. You smiled to yourself, it was a little bit easier to go home to him. The man who had been your best friend since you were sixteen. The man who has been there non stop as the stellar uncle to your kid when her own biological father was a flop. You knew without a doubt he would be just as amazing with this new baby as he was with your first born. You went back to packing the apartment after that phone call. Time was running out in Seoul. 

“Mom, can we get Starbucks?” Jaidyn asked as she wheeled her suitcase along the corridor to your designated gate. Why was this airport so big? You thought to yourself. You had popped in your opinion now, enough that if people knew you, they would be questioning your rounder belly. Still today, a very hot day, you wore a hoodie to hide the not so little bean growing rapidly in your tummy. 

“Sure, hey… I’m going to get us a chair over there, you go right a head and get in line, can you see me?” Jaidyn nodded after your question.

“Good, you know what I like, get us both a treat baby” You said with a smile on your face. You were having cramps today and were anxious about flying. Your nerves intensified when you checked the flight schedule and noticed there was a huge possibility that Jaebum may arrive to Incheon prior to you actually being on the plane now due to a delay. You dreaded seeing him. Especially since you literally only texted him an hour before, well aware that he was in the sky and he wouldn’t get it until he landed. You knew what you had done was unbelievably heartless, yet you refused to take it back. Your phone chimed to notify you of a text message from your mom, wishing you a safe journey home. With your phone open, you went to the conversation you had with JB. Countless unanswered messages from him where he declared his love for you, for Jaidyn, telling you how he was miserable with you ignoring him. It all came down to your last message to him.

[1:15pm] You: I’m sorry. I’m moving home to Canada today.  

  It was a simple, yet devastating text message. The type the punches you in the gut and leaves you kneeled over and sobbing. And now you were silently praying that your flight wouldn’t hit a further delay and overlap the time you and him would both be at this airport, because if you saw him, if he begged, you would fall into his arms and tell him everything. If he asked you to stay, you would. You would ruin him.   

“Mom, is Appa going to meet us here, I miss him so much. Will he at least say goodbye to me?” Jaidyn asked as she returned and placed a drink in front of you, drawing you out of your thoughts. Her seven year old self was asking so many questions lately. You were avoiding them at all cost until you arrived in Canada. You just didn’t want her to know about this baby yet, or know you had ended it with the man she saw as her dad. It was weighing heavily on you, and your sanity was slowly unravelling.

“No baby, he’s not home from Thailand yet. We will talk to him once we are home in Canada okay?” You answered, looking down at your drink. You had become a liar. Constantly avoiding the issues at hand to try and keep the peace within. 

“Less than twenty minutes until we board the plane love, are you excited to see Uncle Owen and Gramma and Grampa” Asking to distract her. 

“Oh yeah! Uncle Owen is picking us up!!! I can’t wait to see him!!!” She exclaimed as she took a sip of her drink. You guys sat in silence for a bit, just waiting for the agents to call boarding. That’s when you heard the screaming. Your breath hitched in your throat and you tried to make yourself small. You knew all to well those types of screams. Fans screaming. Oh Fuck, you thought. Taking deep breaths to prevent yourself from having a panic attack, praying it was some other idol group walking through the airport, and not the man you were desperately trying to avoid.

“Maman, who is that? Why are they screaming?” Jaidyn looked around from her chair. “I don’t know sweetie, lets not stare.” You replied, also while trying to be discreet as you looked around. Please, please, please.... You silently prayed. Ding. Your cellphone went off. Pulling it out of your pocket cautiously, like a bomb that could explode any minute, you opened to your messages. 

[3:55pm] Jaebum: Are you in the airport?

[3:56pm] Jaebum: Please baby, tell me you’re still here.

[3:56pm] Jaebum: Baby, please. At least let me say goodbye to Jaidyn. 

You took a deep breath, you knew he could see you had read the messages. You struggled with yourself. The internal battle waging on. 

[3:57pm] Jaebum: Answer me. I will fucking find you in this airport so help me god! 

[3:58pm] You: I’m sorry, I truly am. But I don’t think it’s best to see each other. Please think of your fans 

His reply was instant. 

“Good Afternoon Ladies and Gentleman, we are now ready to board Air Canada flight AC062 destination to Toronto. We kindly ask you have your photo ID ready and locate the zone number on the top of your boarding card. We will be boarding zone one momentarily” You exhaled as you heard your flight being called for boarding. This was it, you were finally leaving. 

[3:58pm] Jaebum: I will fucking tell the world right now about you, I will do whatever I need to do to make sure you don’t leave me. Please baby, don’t leave me. I need you, I need Jaidyn. DO NOT GET ON THAT PLANE! 

Your phone started buzzing, JB was calling you. You quickly rejected the phone call. You didn’t know how much willpower you had to keep yourself from answering until you were on that plane, seated and buckled in. JB was frantic at this point, you had ignored his phone calls, them going straight to voicemail. He had been so elated to see you had finally messaged him back after weeks of ignoring him. Only his happiness had been crushed when he read your message. He didn’t think you were serious about breaking up, he figured he could fix this like he always did. You were stubborn and bold, but you loved him. He couldn’t believe you were actually ending it, and moving across the world. Why, what had he honestly done to make you this unhappy to make you move back to Canada. You loved Korea, Jaidyn loved Korea. He was trying to engage you in what little conversation he could, buying himself enough time to find you. You were in the airport, a quick search of flights shown there was only one to Canada, which meant if he could get to that gate he could find you, and hold you. Hell. he was pretty sure he would tackle you to the ground at this point and not let you board that plane, not caring who witnessed it. He hadn’t even had time to let anyone know what was happening. He had just showed his phone to Jinyoung and prayed he understood. Jinyoung had stared at him with wide eyes and then told him to go, pulling out his own, JB assumed, to message the others. He was running now. Surprisingly he had managed to get away from the fans who had been waiting for them. Trying his best to get to you, where ever you were in this godforsaken airport. DING! Please baby, please he thought. 

[4:03pm] You: I’m sorry JB. Goodbye.

  JB stopped in his tracks doubled over, gasping for air. No. He couldn’t stop himself, staring at your text message, he began to cry. 

  You were anxiously in line, desperate to get on that plane, looking around cautiously. If he saw you, if he found you, it was game over. What felt like forever you approached the agent, handing her the passports and boarding passes to scan. You were just about to walk through the doors when you caught the eye of someone. Jinyoung was standing just off to the side, staring at you with wide teary eyes gasping for air, looking like he wanted to yell at you. You shook your head not even bothering to try and hide your tears falling. Ushering Jaidyn away and onto the plane. Jinyoung’s heart broke for his friend, for the loss of you and Jaidyn. 

  You watched as Korea disappeared before your eyes from your tiny window. Jaidyn had fallen asleep the moment the engines turned on leaving you in a self loathing, pity party. You left the only man who had shown you what love really was, because you couldn’t be honest with him. You left behind your home and your life our of fear and selfishness. You were a terrible person, well, that’s what you were telling yourself until you felt a swift kick in your bladder and a head falling onto your shoulder. You were a mother, and even if it was selfish, you were going to protect the three people you loved the most. You hoped one day the people you loved would understand the choices you made

. JB found his way back to his members after what seemed like forever after watching your plane take off, feeling numb to the pain that was in his heart. The members just looked at him cautiously, knowing that this loss would forever change him, would change them. You had become family, they had helped raise that little girl of yours. There was confusion and anger, unanswered questions that they needed clarified. This wasn’t you. You loved them all, you loved JB with your whole being. Something was wrong. 

“Hyung, I am so sorry!” Jinyoung gasped, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around JB.

“I couldn’t find them, I couldn’t find them before she left.” JB buried his face into Jinyoung’s shoulder. 

“I tried to stop her Hyung, but I was to late. I am so sorry, she was walking on to the plane when I finally found her” Jinyoung said, his own tears threatening to fall. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I asked so much of her, she tried to tell me how unhappy she was. She just wanted a normal life. I ruined everything” JB mumbled, tears still falling. 

“Let’s go home and just try to figure out what to do next. We will get her back Hyung. There is no way she is gone” Jackson piped in. All JB could do was stay positive he would find you again. 

[atopearth]

Samurai Love Ballad Party Part 16 - Narukami Kyoichiro Route

I’m not fond of Kyoichiro at all, but I think it’ll be useful for the heroine to study his ways of living considering he’s a fugitive ninja as well, and yet he seems to be doing well. He also seems related to Nobunaga somehow so let’s see how that works out too~ I’m surprised he agreed to work with her so fast and so easily, I guess he’s curious? Lol at him complaining about her food all the time, at least he still eats it and she keeps trying to cook better stuff because of his complaints lol. I guess it’s nice that she’s determined even though he’s pretty offensive? Lol. Sasuke living with them is like having a mediator/interpreter for Kyoichiro hahaah. I know he’s a good guy, but just as the heroine says, I don’t feel like their relationship has really progressed to a point where I could say the heroine and Kyoichiro have bonded. They’ve talked, but I don’t feel like they know much about each other at all. Well, now that he’s finally approved of her cooking, I guess him taking her out at night alongside his Ishikawa Goemon persona that is stealing from the rich and giving to the poor will open her eyes to something more about him?

I’m not sure why Kyoichiro chooses to adorn this persona (maybe guilt?) but he does seem to detest the rich at least. Good to see that she’s been making medicine for Hideyoshi and learning things. Kinda crazy that Sakuya seriously threw her into that well for days to force her to tell the secret recipe for the Dragon’s Tears… Ruthless as usual. It was nice to see Kyoichiro shed his mask for a bit and care about the heroine, nice to see him taking care of her for once lol. Too bad he stopped her confession, but I guess it’s understandable since he hates himself (his past self that killed so many as a ninja) and is probably living in atonement. Kyoichiro’s attitude right now is the epitome of one of the worst ways to be treated by someone; harsh words sting but they are still a form of communication, whereas him plainly ignoring her and carefully making their schedules not overlap, him not eating dinner with her and barely talking to her is just so saddening😢 Shima seems like an interesting character as a Koka ninja wanting to reunite all the scattered Koka ninjas to rebuild their village. Also seems like the reason Kyoichiro was in Iga was as a hostage representing Koka… That’s tough.

I found it pretty silly how the heroine fell into Hideyoshi’s trap and her silly lie of being Ishikawa Goemon to protect Kyoichiro. She’s even worse at lying than me! She got caught straight away lol, well I guess even if she tried, she’d eventually get caught by Hideyoshi lol. Tbh though, admitting that she’s Ishikawa Goemon really is just telling the whole world it’s Kyoichiro because honestly, who else would she go so far to protect that she’d lie like that? At least Kyoichiro knew it all and appeared to see what Hideyoshi wants. It must have been tough for Kyoichiro in the past to serve this lord he put his absolute faith in and was a good guy in the beginning and yet became consumed by his power and oppressed the poor and the weak, I think having to be the one to witness this change and believe that he was still the same person he was back then only to be proven wrong must have been terrible. Being the one to kill the lord must have been terrible as well, he knew he had fallen too far and couldn’t be saved, but having to personally kill him must have been tough and difficult for him to believe in any other lord again no matter how good they may be. So with Hideyoshi saying Kyoichiro should serve as Nobunaga’s retainer must be something hard to accept. It’s nice that Kyoichiro was able to share this story with her and she could accept him for who he is and tell him that he should forgive himself considering all that he has done and all this time he had blamed himself…

Nice to see him getting along with the heroine and accept his past. Very intriguing how he exposed Hongan-ji and took these fancy silk etc and distributed it to the common folk and the poor, thus exposing how untrustworthy they were whilst boosting the trust in Nobunaga for doing what he did, and by allowing Ishikawa Goemon to run around doing these things instead of capturing him. Everything ends well with them following Nobunaga yay~ Anyway, lol at the heroine being so happy and satisfied that Kyoichiro has accepted her feelings, she even got so drunk and fell asleep on his lap haha. I don’t share her feelings for him but it’s good that she’s happy lol. Then, they happily live together with him constantly saying her food is bad but wanting to eat it for the rest of his life lol, it’s so cute.

Overall, Kyoichiro’s route didn’t stray too far from what I expected, especially in terms of how I felt about it. Basically, quite average and his personality from beginning to end is pretty much, what you see is what you get lol. The way he talks stays the same, just that the heroine understands him better, and it’s cute, but I also can’t help but feel that sometimes she’s so happy about every little thing he does for her that should be to an extent expected, and yet she treats it like he did the best thing ever to her? Lol, I guess the power dynamics in the relationship makes it a bit questionable for me since I don’t feel like he did anything towards the heroine to make her fall so hard for him lol. Plot was average as well, wasn’t as interesting as I thought it could have been, since his reasons for being who he was and hating ninjas was pretty similar to all the other guys when it comes to why they don’t like their lives as ninjas. Well, back to the other guys, yay! Honestly not a fan of the shadow routes in their entirety but it was an interesting attempt at expanding the amount of guys with a different story, but yeah nah~

[latinalesbi]

I know pot makes you weird and stuff but I feel like Stef’s “I bet you say that to all the ladies” line was way out of character. It was kinda uncomfortable. And I know that may have been the goal, but to me, it was cringeworthy.

Yeah, I heard a lot of that from people. I’ll be honest, that entire high thing was just cringe and I wasn’t listening. The only part I paid attention to was when Teri played with Sherri’s hair.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I didn’t have high hopes or expectations and I’m glad because that was not worth it for me. I’m glad our lovely ladies got to act together again but… thank you for giving us the clips though. That’s all I watched because fuck gt!

Yeah, I mean, my expectations were low but I have this habit of hoping for more. So, I think I was surprised at the amount of time they gave them. This count is higher than Quinceanera which is really shocking. Why give them so much time? It had to be to prop up every character on that show.

The thing about this show and these writers is that it’s all about the issues and not the characters. If they thought that way, they would write better. Like, why in the fuck would Stef not say, hey I lost a kid too. It just made sense to me. But no, it wasn’t about her, it was just to have this dude cry.

And yeah, let’s make up some bullshit about lena teaching 10 years so that she can bond with obnoxious teacher. Prop, prop prop. Fuck our timeline, fuck these characters they “loooove so much”

Anonymous said:                                                                      Thank you for uploading the video! Maybe it’s just me but the episode was too much… “Shouting” a social issue every minute won’t be it for me. I was looking forward to see the mamas together but it was shitty. Maybe I read too much into it but I could just feel that they didn’t enjoy themselves while shooting (which is totally understandable) and it resonated on screen, it all seemed fake. Esp. the way Teri was acting, she looked like she didn’t take it seriously. :D        

Oh god yeah, it’s all social issues. The fat girl, the asian lesbian, the bi latino, the black lives matter girl. I would be insulted but hey, it’s not my show and I don’t watch it. It was very weird, the editing was obnoxious. I am one that agrees with you. I didn’t see much joy and I felt like Teri was phoning it in (for Teri that’s 1000000 times better than anyone else on that show). But it was shallow connections for a shallow show. And yeah the joking around, she took it far, the improv thing is almost unwatchable. It’s not the cringe of their famous dinners, it was the cringe of weird and bizarre. I wish I could say it was like watching it high, but no, it was just bad.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Why didn’t they apply for the tax credit for the Fosters I wonder? I think they were over it and the spinoff had been in their minds for a long time. Callie was their main character. Maya admitted she was asked first in that tv interview she did.             

I don’t know if the tax is LA specific or what. I am not researching, but it does make you wonder. The spin off was in the works for a long time but they didn’t bother telling Sherri or Teri. Probably because they wanted them unemployed so they could shoot their shitty show. The thing about their lies is, like all lies, they can’t keep track of them. Eventually, the truth comes out.

Anonymous said:                                                                      They got their season 2 doubt they’ll care about ratings now. Think they’ll be a raise tonight and then it will dip back down until Noah comes in and then down again. Let’s be honest, they’ve kept their jobs for another year. None of them cared about their former cast members when they took on the show, all the fake promo ‘most anticipated show of the year’ was a joke. It’s a filler for Freeform until Pretty Little Liars and other new shows start. They’ll get no where near the promo for s2 I bet

Yeah, I think that’s what they traded for, the spin off meant 2 seasons while the fosters might have just meant one more. On the other hand, a season for the fosters was over 20 episodes. One season for the shit now is 13, that’s generous for Freeform, but it just means they’ll never reach 100. Oh, yeah Freeform shilled a lot, I think if they don’t pick it up and stay up by the end of the season, they will stop advertising as much.

Anonymous said:                                                                      How much do you reckon Freeform are actually putting into the show? Anything? With those ratings why on earth would you renew? Never mind the live watching numbers. It’s the + 3 and 7 delayed viewing which is awful too. The tax credit must be paying for the majority of it. But then Joanna Johnson back in the mama spinoff bullsh*t days said they need 30 mil to do a show. The actors with the exception of the two chosen ones much be getting paid zilch. 

Freeform poured a lot of money. They have to be disappointed. I don’t give a shit what anyone else says. They can talk about how kids watch on hulu or whatever. Tumblr for it is dead. They don’t ever trend on twitter nationally. They did yesterday though and that was because of the moms. And Brad was quick to brag about it lol, loser.

I can’t imagine anyone other than the producers is making money on this show.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Just loved them and missed them. They’re too good to just be ‘guest stars.’             

It’s insulting. They were so superior to anything and anyone that was on this show.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Enjoyed the episode for what it was. Has it enticed me to watch regularly? No. It’s not for me. Teri and Sherri were amazing, some of it I loved, some of it I cringed but you were supposed to 😂 it was a stand-alone episode for me. Just made me yearn for what we’re missing with Teri and Sherri no longer working together regularly. It’s a huge shame as their chemistry is off the charts.

Yeah, this show is definitely not for the same kind of the fosters audience. I can imagine an overlap but it’s just really not the same feel at all. Teri and Sherri have it all and fuck it all, it will forever make me bitter.                                                                                                                                                                            Anonymous said:                                                                      You should just be happy the Moms are on this show at all. Always something to complain about. Good grief! Aren’t you ever happy? I mean, come on, people! You and your cronies harassing the producers! And for what? 

I have cronies? Good to know! And I harassed the producers last night? That’s news to me. I complain on my own blog and my own twitter. I don’t like crumbs, I have never liked crumbs and when I don’t like something, I will say something. You don’t have to read any of it. Can’t you find a nice blog that sucks brad’s cock? A twitter? I know a few of those.

[language-fox]

Finished the 34 hour challenge

This took me a lot longer than I originally planned, but I’m finally done - 34 hours of Dutch on Duolingo. I’m around halfway done with the tree (between Checkpoint 3 and 4).

Did it bring me as far as a semester? Let’s take a look.

I wrote down every new word I learned and ended up on roughly 840 words - not bad! According to the general estimate (x), you need arond 500 words for A1 and 1000 words for A2, which puts me somewhere between the levels.

So where am I being placed? I took the test on this website.

Not going to lie, the result kinda shocked me. I thought the test was pretty hard and I guessed a lot of the answers. [Note: It’s a multiple choice test on grammar and vocab, so I don’t get a listening level.] I also tried this one, which gave me a rating just over A2.

I was pretty skeptical when I first read it, but now I do think that Duo’s claim is at least not entirely wrong. However, it seems more like an estimated average among languages.

Let’s compare: In my first semester of Finnish we learned around 400 words, only half as many as the lessons I got done in 34 hours gave me. And here’s where the idea of average comes in. Most if not all Germanic language classes taught in Germany estimate one semester to get from A1 to A2 and so on. My university has four semester classes for both Swedish and Dutch and the last is called B1/B2. Finnish however has a schedule of two semesters to get to A1 and two more for A2, based on the simple fact that Finnish is hard. It’s entirely unlike any language your average German would be exposed to, in a different language family, with completely different vocab and grammar.

The 34 hour challenge was designed for languages you have no experience with. I don’t have any experience with Dutch (I knew exactly three words when I started), but I think I got much much further than I would have if I had picked, for example, French, which I have experience with - I learned it in school for four years but can barely form a basic sentence. Dutch is just so very similar to German, even more than I expected previously. It overlaps partially with Swedish, but also (that was the real surprise tbh) with the dialect I speak at home.

Tl;dr: 34 hours on Duolingo brought me to an alleged A2/B1 level. Duolingo’s claim doesn’t seem completely unsustainable, although I assume it’s averaged. I’m taking an A1 Dutch class this semester and while I know most of what we’re learning already, it’s good to build up the grammar systematically and have a Native give context to vocab. I’ll also try to finish the Duolingo tree. I’m still not very happy with the new crown update, but after they changed the colors to match the levels it’s not as overwhelming anymore. I doubt that I will get my skills golden though, considering it takes an ridiculous amount of time and effort to do so and it just repeats the same sentences after a while. Who knows, maybe on the next concert or festival I’ll even be able to have a little chat with people.