#i tried to make her as accurate as I remember seeing her in my dreams! she was kind of just a blob of swirling watercolors

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I had a dream where I fell in love with the physical embodiment of art and she was beautiful

[cherry-pop-elf]

Kiss it Better Pt:2

Curly x Reader

AN: Holy shit I did NOT expect all the love and support from the original like god damn! People begging for a part 2 and everything (I’ll make sure to tag those who asked for one at the bottom) Like oh my god thank you guys so much! This means the WORLD to me! As a disabled person trying to make his medical issues more accurate it means so much that yall love it and how I write in general! Thank you!

SUM: You and Anya were busy dealing with changing Curly’s wrappings together. Sharing stories, and just trying to stay positive. That’s when you just had to ask. What’s going on between her and Jimmy?

Warnings: Jimmy, sexual assault, Anya sharing her trauma so pls take care of yourself, medical gore, medical situations, light violence,

“Thank you again for handling Curly’s medication. I’m sorry I just-“ Anya would try to explain again how sorry she was that she was struggling to do her job. A job you could never blame her for. She’s been through a traumatic event of the ship crashing, and already had to try and save a near corpse. She deserves to breathe.

“Anya it’s fine, really. I’m his romantic partner as well. It be weird if I didn’t pick up some responsibility and tried to take care of him. You also deserve time to rest. You’ve done so much for him, and saved his life. Give yourself more credit. It’s not a sin to ask for help.” You would try and comfort her, as you would grab the fresh bandages for Curly.

He needed a lot of them, and they had to be changed out relatively often. He’s basically just exposed meat after all. The risk of infection was high, which you were wondering how he didn’t even catch any yet, so he needed alot of attention and care.

If only Pony Express had packed more, because the med bay was running out of them fast. Very very fast. Might be only able to maybe re wrap him a few more times now. Had you terrified because as much as you wanted to take care of him you had to leave some bandages for the rest of the crew. In case of another emergency.

You wish you could be doing more.

“We’re going to undress you. Is that alright?” Anya would ask Curly, who in return would give two blinks to indicate that he consented to being stripped. Was gonna have to be done but it was still so kind of Anya to still ask before hand.

The two of you would soon get to work on changing out his bandages. A very slow, careful, tedious job. One that normally took over a hour to do properly. So it’s time to kill some of that empty space.

“Ya know, this isn’t the first time over had to wrap up a certain someone because they got hurt. I remember a time when we were at a Ski resort with his family. Someone wanted to try a path that was meant for experts and before you know it someone’s returning to the lodge with his leg bone sticking out of his pants.”

Anya gave a little ‘oh my’ as you just laughed at the memory. Curly just adored sports. Especially the winter variety. You felt so blessed that he had a job that paid so well. Well enough that the two of you, and his own family sometimes, could go and enjoy vacations like that.

You wonder if the two of you will ever see the snow again.

“That sounds rather nice, minus the whole breaking his leg. To share a cabin together with someone. Cuddle for warmth together by the fire place. Sounds really nice.” She would speak dreamily. As if she knew it was simply that. A dream. Something that will never happen again. No matter how hard she tried.

Like something was wrong with her.

“I bet you’ll get that moment. When we escape here you’ll have a flooding of men and women coming your way. The brilliant woman who managed to fight death and win. Again and again. The most brilliant woman to ever live.” You would praise her, as you were very mindful of Curly’s catheter. As if that needed to be messed with.

“Yeah…..Maybe……” Anya didn’t really seem to actually respond. Was like she was just saying words for the sake of words. Had you wondering.

Even before the crash she had just started acting off one day. From being a cheerful woman who was gentle and full of smiles, to being so quiet and scared by the littlest of sounds. Like she expected someone to jump from around the corner and attack her. Any feeling of safety and comfort vanished.

You were worried.

“Say, Anya-“ You began to speak, while disposing the bandages safely into the bio hazard bag. “-Is everything ok? I mean duh we’re not doing to hot with being, ya know, crashed and all. But besides that. You just seem…..different.”

Anya seemed to not hear you. She simply worked on checking over Curly’s body. Hunting down any infections, looking for possible bed sores, monitoring his healing, and getting ready to do the ever so gentlest of sponge baths.

Anya did always get in the zone whenever someone was hurt. You figured she didn’t catch what you said because of it.

So repeated yourself, as you stood next to her. Impossible to miss what you were asking, as you would help Curly sit up and just move his joints to better reach with the sponge.

The only sounds in that room were Curly’s whines of discomfort. Whines to indicate truly how much pain he was in when even the pain killers can numb it.

“Anya….I know you can hear me. Is everything alright? Not to be rude but I’m kinda asking you a question.” You would be gentle, but she still couldn’t help but looked distressed.

“Anya what’s-“ You would reach a hand out, to comfort her, but the second it was raised towards her she would immediately flinch. Her startled reaction ended up even making her drop Curly’s leg on the table.

Oh that’s gotta hurt.

For a fleeting moment you put Anya on the back burner, and just focused your attention on comforting Curly. How he gave a weak sob from the intense pain.

“Shhhh I know Curly Fry. I know. It’s gonna be ok. It was an accident. You know she didn’t mean it. Shhh.” You would kiss his forehead, as Curly had a muscle spasm through his body from the intense shock to his system. So exhausted and in so much pain.

“It’s gonna be ok. I promise. I love you so much. Just think about our future. How we will get off this ship, and have that family. Have our own baby-“

The moment you said baby, that’s when Anya finally cracked.

Her hands were now covering her face, as she just broke down into sobs. Sobs that sounded so hoarse. Like she’s done it so many times that her body was just abused from it. Left you so worried and confused.

What the hell is going on here?

“Anya, what’s wrong? What did I say?” You would gently guide her to a chair, and worked on stroking her hair. Giving her as much comfort as you would to Curly. The same gentle love as he would get. Love she deserved.

It took a while for her to catch her breathe, and you didn’t rush it because it really seemed she needed it, but her own trembling body was finally able to quite down.

“I need to tell you something. I need to tell you something about Jimmy-“

You were quick to kneel down infront of her, and was ready to take in every last word she was going to say. Maybe what secrets she held could finally explain why the hell you all were crashed here. Why Jimmy crashed you all.

“Jimmy ra-“

That’s when the door opened.

As if that bastard had a sixth sense for whenever people were talking about him. That same annoyed expression, same sneer, same empty eyes.

All three of you kinda froze in time now. Looking at him, as he looked back at you all. Scanning you. As if judging to figure out what was being said before entering.

“Hey….Captain….” You swallowed, as you would return to standing. Anya herself remained in her chair, with her head down. Didn’t seem she trusted herself in showing any expressions right now.

“What were you guys talking about?” He asked, as he seemed slightly on edge. Like he hasn’t been sleeping well or had too much caffeine. Just this tension of paranoia was in the air. Like he was worried about something.

“Just about the bandages. We’re starting to run low, and Anya is just getting worried about having enough.” Wasn’t a complete lie. The best lies were the ones with truth sprinkled in.

“Of course he’s wasting our supplies.” He scoffed, before walking over to the table. You were trying to give Curly some respect with grabbing something to cover him up with, but it was like Jimmy wouldn’t let you. The stare he gave you, when you grabbed the clean hospital gown, made you just freeze in place.

It was just so full of hate.

It was just so full of disgust.

It was just cruelty in dark eyes.

It was just focused on you. As if Anya didn’t even exist right now. Like she meant nothing to him. Nothing but the wind in the air. Something you don’t even bother in registering every day. Like how you breathe in air in your lungs.

You don’t notice until it’s gone.

“Has he been given his medication?” He would ask you, as his hands would be firm on the bed side. Just seeming to assert his dominance with standing over the man. Like some got over the little people.

“Yes Jimmy. He’s been medicated. We are actually in the middle of washing him. It would be nice if there was some privacy-“ You tried to gently hint at, only for it yo fall on deaf ears.

"The crash really did do a number on you. You don’t even have a dick anymore. Just holes huh-?” Jimmy would scoff, as that was your final straw. You would give Jimmy a hard hip bump, and quickly covered Curly up. To give him dignity and respect.

“Hey-! Watch it! Don’t think because you are Curly’s little eye candy doesn’t mean you can go pushing people around-“ Jimmy would bark at you.

You didn’t feel fear.

Jimmy was messing with YOUR man now. Curly deserved dignity and respect. He doesn’t deserve to be called a ‘set of holes’ no way in hell. No one deserved that and ESPECIALLY not Curly.

“Will you just shut up?! What the hell are you even doing here?! Aren’t you the Captain now? Captains are suppose to be doing whatever it takes to help the crew. All you’ve been doing is walking around and insulting everyone! It’s like you don’t want us to be saved. Be a Captain and take some responsibility already-!”

The anger that he had for you was terrifying. You swore it was like a switch. He suddenly seemed taller, bigger, angrier, more intense. You felt like you were shrinking more and more. Like you would melt into a puddle under that heated stare.

But you refused to.

For Curly.

“Listen here you-“

SLAP

You smacked him across the face. Was like the world went mute. No one was so much as breathing. Just the stares of shock from Anya and Curly.

“Get. Back. To. WORK.”

You ordered, and he listened.

He would hold his red cheek, and walked away like a dog with its tail between its legs. As if he was all talk and no bite. That he couldn’t bring himself to be more than an angry voice.

Someone needed to keep him in his place.

“Can this damn ship get any more hectic?” You sighed with your fingers to the bridge of your nose. Just trying to think clearly.

That’s when Anya found her voice.

“I’m pregnant.”

You opened your eyes wide, and was frozen in place.

Did you hear that right? No no. No way. Why would she be pregnant? How would she get pregnant? Who would get her…

“Oh my god.”

You slowly turned around to Anya with the puzzle pieces falling into place. You finally realized what had happened.

Jimmy never was a responsible man.

@meheheasasa @letmebedelutional @trashcansally @balanahala562

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[sergeantkitty]

Y'all, my man Lucifer just likes himself some duckies.

Anyway, feel free to read through my rant of why I think he likes ducks so much. SPOILERS for S1 Ep8 toward the end.

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So in case you don't know, there's this famous(ish) Christian story called "The Devil and the Duck". I'm gonna try my best to summarize it here.

This boy gets a slingshot as a present and decides to be a little shit and impulsively uses it to shoot his grandma's pet duck. This kills the duck and the boy feels extreme guilt. His stupid bitchass sister reveals that she saw the whole thing and holds the boy's guilt over his head (remember this phrasing for later) and makes him do her chores and stuff for him, using what he did as blackmail and a guilt-trip.

The boy for a while keeps doing his sister's bidding until he cracks under the guilt and exhaustion from all the chores, and in a break down he apologizes to his grandma, admitting what he did to the duck. The grandma then reveals that she saw what happened from a nearby window, and although she was deeply hurt by what the boy did, she still forgave him immediately. She says that she'll always love the boy since he's her grandson and that seeing his immediate regret was enough for her. She was just waiting for him to admit it, apologize, and stop letting his sister manipulate him.

In the story the boy represents humanity/any person, the sister represents the devil, and the grandma represents God/Jesus. The boy commits a horrific sin and feels immense guilt over it and the sister/devil holds the sin over his head and tries to convince him to do her bidding since the sin was so great that there's no way that grandma/God could forgive him. The lesson of the story's pretty obvious from there: don't let the devil guilt you with your sins into giving up and turning against God since God sees all your sins and faults and still loves you and forgives you anyway, so long as you apologize and repent for your sin against him.

I think Lucifer as we see him in Hazbin Hotel is placing himself both as the devil (obviously) but also the boy in the story. He's clearly interpreted more as a sympathetic, guilt-ridden figure. He surrounds himself with memorabilia of his greatest regret: the downfall of man (hence the apples and snakes.) Now keep in mind that I've highlighted the phrasing of "holding over [one's] head", well that's because that's the specific phrasing used in the story. Now look at Lucifer's hat. It has the snake and apple. Lucifer is LITERALLY holding his greatest sin over his own head and has given up on his dreams and happiness in favor of doing the bidding of his own personal devil: his depression. He's let himself whither away in isolation and gave up on trying to be a proper king for the people he granted free will to since in his mind they're all wretched sinners abusing that gift. All he sees is the bad side of humanity.

I think to him the duck symbolizes the dreamer still inside him, that bit of hope left in him, that hope that even though he's the cause of evil in humanity he'll still one day be forgiven and maybe even be let back into heaven. We see heavenly figures like Sera and Emily feeling clear sympathy for him in S1 Ep6. They don't hate him, they just fear earning the same fate. Even going into S1 Ep8 we see him decide to stop letting his depression rule over him and help Charlie redeem sinners. He's working to, in some way, repent for his greatest sin because, thanks to Charlie, he's seeing the good in humanity again.

Do I have any way of knowing if this is even REMOTELY accurate? ...No... but I like the thought of this being the reason behind Lucifer's duck hyperfixation, and I haven't seen anyone talk about this or bring this possibility up. Anyways, thanks for reading my little rant :3

[ganeshpnf]

Any good pjo fic recommendations?

Im so happy that I got this ask because I love talking and ramble about fics all day ^^ Lemme start:

1-Guiding wisdom by @bloodyshadow1

Okay this fic is my favourite so far, its so well written and author is so talented! We get to see Athena&Sally interaction as Sally becomes kind of mentor/teacher in Athena's life, we see Estelle being one of Athena's favourite mortals and most importantly we have sweet Athena&Annabeth moments as Athena tries to be a better mother. Its so impressive that no one is ooc, especially Athena is studied so perfect. It is not finished, Im hella excited for the rest of it you have no idea.Recommend badly, read this masterpiece!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53090989/chapters/134325418

2-Through Hell and Back, part 2 Blood of the children Unexpected sources of wisdom by hopefulguy

These stories are basically aus of House of Hades and Blood of Olympus. Percabeth still falls in Tartarus alright, but things so differrently. And dare I say that author managed to make some scenes better than than the og. Side characters include Reyna, Leo, Bob, Athena, Sally, Piper...And just perfection.

Link to part 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53360254/chapters/135049321

3-Cant We Be Seventeen? By Vickyballerina

This is a Percabeth story so Percabeth fans would adore it. It has angst, arguments, temporary break-ups, classic teenage acting. Writing is impressive. Percabeth lovers and also Athena fans would love it since she appears and has a big role in the story.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55248616

4-The you in my dreams and the me in your eyes by WindReader13

Annabeth Chase character study, which is long and just perfect! Annabeth lovers would adore this one!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59600038

5-Son of Seafoam by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Its basically an au where being a Big Three Kid is much more sensitive and dangerous thing. So Percy pretends he is son of Aphrodite to survive. Also Silena lovers would love this story since she has a big role. Also has part 2 and part 3!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30812612/chapters/76062404

6-When the prank goes too far by laurellins

Famous Tarantula prank from mini Connor to mini Annabeth. Nothing is cuter than seeing mini campers interact.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49770757

7-What it means(To Be A Warrior Of The Mind) by raeraelion

Where Epic Athena is past Pjo Athena :) I support this so much. Athena remembering her past as she tries to be a better mother to Annabeth.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58907674

8-Love me, won't you by ananbeth

An island au where Percy and Annabeth are mortals, trying to get together but their families are rivals. Recommend badly, I finished it so quick!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14724185/chapters/34033532

9-First to Fall, First to Rise by LakeAwen

An ascending story of Percabeth. It was very well written and I just love ascending stories in general, but this one was my favourite.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58224661/chapters/148264477

10-So that the world might never overtake us by southslates

Percy and Annabeth Gods au

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24428776

11-Shatter out loud by leoslighter

Annabeth's pov before the Lighting Thief. I love this one because we can see that she was abused way more than she told, just like Percy. Hurts to see her as the victim of the abuse, but we see her finding her own family. Also, it has baby Annabeth :)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47761726/chapters/120398893

12-Gods eye view by Keyseeker

Gods watching Apollo during toa, including all 5 books and it is finished! Author included all the God's pov and it is impressive that how accurate they are.

Link of book 1: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35594422/chapters/88738522

13-Actions Have Consequences by Athena_S312 ( @sleep-deprived-night-owl )

Annabeth's misbehaving, acting out leads trouble. Story has mine and @sleep-deprived-night-owl 's ocs, it was so fun to imagine this one where we see Athena trying to parent with Nike.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56099182/chapters/142493491

14-All of you, all of me intertwined by Thatcrazyfan

Soulmate Percabeth au :3

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56044534

15-Jelly Tarts by Athena_S312 ( @sleep-deprived-night-owl )

An adorable fic where we see Estelle and Athena having a moment.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55539004

16-Malcolm, Volleyball by JustALilSnail

Malcolm&Annabeth interactions, including when they were small :)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55513636

17-Percy Jackson and The Three Goddesses by The NerdWithTheMythicalLaptop

We get another golden apple situation but this time Goddesses want Percy to choose. Apple is messing with their minds since it is enchanted, suspense is perfect. It is finished and was truly so fun to read.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55450471

18-Strategist by iannageorge

A future story where we see Malcolm designing the New Athens. Other campers appear as well, Percabeth and Estelle too :)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18842074

19-The Harpies & Aristaeus by GhostFalcon

Hilarious story of Coach Hedge giving sex Education to Seven after the stables scene 😭

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14434680

20-Once more unto the breach by furnaceglow

Estelle learning the world of his brother one day during a museum trip!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18507490

21-All that i am(all that i ever was) by swanglade37

Fredrick Chase character study. Where we see him trying to raise Annabeth, meeting with Athena. Baby Annabeth was just adorable here! I love that she was a cranky baby 😭

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51815617/chapters/131002642

22-Camp Chaos by NightSpark1

Its what we were robbed...Campers interacting, being a happy family with each other. Many hilarious and adorable chapters and so many characters appear.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38194471/chapters/95423527

23-Exposure Therapy and Hydrotherapy by triton_green

Poseidon and Athena help Percabeth with their ptsd after the Tartarus. Athena appears in part 2.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40238667

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39364248

24-Beautiful Lies by KandyCrusher

Im sorry for this one because it just hurts so much. Athena mourning for Annabeth after she is dead. Perfect character study of Athena. Also brief moment where we see Poseidon mourning for Percy too.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41298693

25-The Problem Child by OneofaKind33

Baby Annabeth at camp, bossing people around and owning the place :) What can be better? Chiron being the dad she much needed.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11371989

26-Under The Sea Parenting by Azei

If you love Poseidon&Percy interactions, you would love this one. Gods deciding Percy should go hiding with his father until he is 16 so he can be safe from Kronos. Have lots of fluff and its adorable.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17659415

27-Ripped from Death's Embrace by Azei

A story in camp where the chb actually have a therapist. We know how much they need one.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24356491

28-Three Times Malcolm Lost the Soap and One Time He Didn't Get The Chance To by chameleonwrites(orphan_account)

Where we see Annabeth, Malcolm and other Athena kids having a soap crisis. A cute, hilarious story.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24864169

29-Nico Resurrects Everyone's Ruined Childhood by WhisperingTide

A crack fic but very good written. Basically Nico trying to make campers to believe the Santa and it gets out of hand.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/45696085

30-An Apollo Approved Guide To Overthrowing Your Immortal Father by Phoebustrilogy

Apollo lovers would enjoy this much as he tries to overthrow his father again after the toa.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/52725742/chapters/133360279

31-Swarms&Swears by FireAlder2005

Apollo lovers would enjoy this too, and Athena lovers. Basically them having a sibling interaction and trying to protect their kids.

Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/53027314

32-Trade of Wisdom by Grand_penguin

Athena&Annabeth interaction story, literally heaven for me...

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58956904

33-Do Sons of the Sea Weep? By Jupiter_swirls

Baby Percabeth interaction! Annabeth observing Percy when he first came to camp until she sees him crying one day.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57616966

34-Percy Might Be A God, At Least Odysseus Thinks So by avesrinapproved

Percy and Annabeth travel back in time and meet Odysseus and his crew

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59322040/chapters/151294372

35- Blood On A Marble Wall by oKathleen

Athena overhears something that she shouldn't have, like Zeus actually planning to kill Apollo in Toa.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54834202/chapters/138990949

36- Weezl's Riordanverse Drabbles by WeezlBot

Many drabbles with all of the characters! Very long and they are all so good :)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22233910

This post was actually much longer but tumblr started to have problems and deleted it 7 times! I got crazy at the end 😭 Anyway, I hope you can still enjoy. You can add your recommendations at the end ^^

[kurishiri]

epilogue . . . happy birthday, alfons! ˗ˏˋ🪞´ˎ˗

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— please note that the entire story is told from alfons’ perspective. i also do recommend reading his past records with elbie for full enjoyment, but it’s not required!

— cw: mentions of death.

The chirping of the birds drew me out of my slumber.

And, if I listened closely... I could hear the gentle and even breathing of someone sleeping close by.

It felt warm and soft in my arms, and there was a nice scent too.

(...Surely, it must be a cat.)

(After all, there is simply no way... I could embrace a person like this and sleep until morning.)

That was my thought in my semi conscious state.

Kate: Mn...

But, upon hearing a voice that very clearly couldn’t belong to that of a cat, I opened my eyes.

When I did, there in my arms, Kate slept peacefully.

(...That’s right. Only you are a special case.)

No matter how much I tried to lure her into a sweet illusion that treated her kindly, she would simply not let the real me before her escape. Truly, a pitiable, but ever the endearing person.

She was the only one by my side, even after time had passed like a dream.

(To feel so safe in my arms like this... she knows no caution, I see.)

Kate was always the first to get up out of the two of us, so to me, the sight of her deeply sleeping face was quite precious.

(Yesterday, thank you for celebrating my birthday so much.)

(But...)

(The ‘wonderful birthday plans’ you had painted in your mind... if you knew that I would have rather it all crumbled to dust...)

(...you would surely be saddened.)

Since the moment I had allowed Kate in my heart, who had followed me nearly to the point of desperation...

...even though I had the resolve, there were times when I still wanted to distance myself from her as well.

(...And yesterday was one of those times.)

In order to find a way for me to escape the tragic fate I’d been dealt by my Curse, Kate had been trying hard to find leads,

which had ultimately resulted in a vain attempt...

Kate: This time may have come up empty... but I still haven’t given up!

Though she gave a firm smile, I could also see weariness seep through that she couldn’t completely conceal.

...And, when I saw that, I thought to myself, ‘If only you could fall out of love with me.’

(But alas, such was apparently not a possibility for Kate.)

(...That’s why, I wanted to make her plans for my birthday fail.)

As dictated by my inescapable fate, once I died, Kate would forget I ever existed.

When that time came, if we only made happy memories now, that part which had been filled with happiness would perhaps leave a hole in her chest, just like that.

(But, if there were some memories she’d rather not remember in the mix... even if she did forget me, she wouldn’t suffer over it.)

Sadness, anger, pain... if it were memories buried in such negative emotions, not remembering should actually be less painful.

Even if it was just a single memory, it would be alright if I could mix in something like failures on my birthday that could make her think that, even if she forgot this, she wouldn’t mind.

(So, that’s why I made love to her so much the night before my birthday so she would wake up late,)

(and took her to a place I knew was rumored to have bad food when the restaurant she reserved was closed.)

(But...)

When I saw her face scrunch up when she ate the food, I instantly regretted having done something so foolish.

And as if to atone for that, I ate all of the unsavory food on my plate, and seeing the bad luck persist through the day,

blunders followed Kate, even beyond my control.

As they piled up one after another, Kate felt more and more down, and I couldn’t bear to watch that.

So then...

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: No matter if the present comes out as you have planned, or something has gone awry…

A: Your goal to make this a birthday that stays in my memory is going quite swimmingly, I’d say? You have my congratulations.

—— End flashback ——

Trying to weave words in my own way, I encouraged Kate so she wouldn’t feel so down.

(Of course, not a single word I said back then to Kate was a lie.)

(...In the end, she ended up leaving a mark in my memory, as she had hoped.)

(And, as for me, who wished to make this birthday end in shambles, it did not go as I had hoped.)

Alfons: ...To the very end, I can’t win against you.

Murmuring this as I planted a kiss, I quietly left the room.

(...Now then, I should make breakfast for her, once in a while.)

Out of gratitude for giving me a most fun birthday, and out of guilt for wishing that her plans would fail,

I decided to take care of Kate this morning.

And on the way, I ran into someone I didn’t expect——Elbert.

Elbert: Let’s play a game of Dead or Alive.

That was the game I occasionally initiated with Elbert, a death game with two players, but where only one would emerge victorious.

Alfons: ...Well, I’ll be, this is quite abrupt, no? And on top of that, you are the one initiating the game... color me surprised.

Elbert: It was your birthday yesterday, Al. So, you can think of it as a special game.

In both of Elbert’s hands were two glasses. Its contents were perhaps wine.

Elbert: It is a game between just the two of us. And there is one incorrect answer.

His smile resembled that of a beautiful angel — or perhaps that of a impish demon,

as Elbert held the glasses my way.

Elbert: Would you like the glass on the right, or the left?

I didn’t know if something would happen in this game that Elbert had prepared.

(In regards to outward appearances, they both look completely the same. Perhaps he mixed something colorless in one of them...?)

(Let’s see... to see which one is the incorrect answer, and which is the correct one...)

Elbert: If you do not choose, I will go first.

Alfons: ...Come again now?

As I was thinking, Elbert took the glass in his right hand, and without waiting for an answer, downed the entire glass.

Elbert: ...It’s good.

Alfons: To see such an unruffled expression on your face, it would be safe to assume the glass you chose was the correct glass, no?

Elbert: I was the one who made the preparations for the game, so I am aware which is correct and not.

Alfons: ...You chose first while knowing the correct and incorrect answers... would I not be pulling the short end of the stick?

Elbert: You seemed quite hesitant to choose, so that is why. ...Next is your turn, Al.

(...Goodness gracious, just what is going through his mind right now?)

The only glass that remained was the ‘incorrect’ glass.

(That said, I am almost entirely certain he wouldn’t mix in a lethal poison...)

(...but seeing as there’s no way for me to tell, I can only drink what’s in the glass.)

For the briefest of moments, I hesitated taking the glass, but then I subsequently took it, downing its contents.

Alfons: ...

Elbert: Well?

Alfons: I see that it’s some quite delicious grape juice. The kind that Kate would like, I reckon.

Elbert: There is some in the kitchen as well, so you should take some to bring to Kate.

Alfons: I am feeling fine and dandy, though... was the one you drank perhaps the incorrect glass?

Elbert: No.

Alfons: So that is to say that both glasses were correct...

A: ...the ‘Dead’ part of the game is nowhere to be found. All we played was a game of Alive or Alive then, no?

Even now, I didn’t know what Elbert wanted out of this game.

Elbert: ...No, someone did die.

E: I watched you die, just before you took the glass in your hand.

(‘Just before I took the glass’...?)

Just as I was about to ask just what he was saying, it was then I realized.

(Ahh...)

(...I see how it is now.)

I had indeed hesitated when I took the glass that I had thought was incorrect.

And that hesitation was unmistakable proof of a craving for life that had not been within me before.

(The me who thought ‘it didn’t matter when I died’... has indeed died.)

Alfons: ...If I had died and reincarnated, I do so wonder what I would become.

Elbert: Who knows? But... I am sure it would not be anything strange.

E: As long as Kate is by your side, that is.

When I prepared breakfast and returned to my room, Kate was in the middle of getting dressed.

Kate: Ah... good morning, Alfons.

Alfons: Good morning. Would you care for some breakfast?

Kate: Very! I’m really hungry!

Alfons: Indeed, we did many things last night that warranted a workout. So that would come as no surprise.

As I was setting the food on the table, I turned to see Kate’s cheeks as red as an apple.

(She must be thinking about last night, I reckon. ...How honest and endearing of her, to be sure.)

Alfons: If you would like to immerse yourself in last night’s memories again, I would highly suggest looking at your body in the mirror. For you see, I left a plethora of marks—

Kate: Don’t make me remember all those naughty things we did first thing in the morning...!

With the redness of her cheeks persisting, Kate glared at me.

Such an expression resembled that of a cat, and that was adorable in its own right, but it was hardly my intention to spoil her mood.

Alfons: My apologies, it seems I went a step too far in teasing.

A: Would you cheer up for me? See, I have gone out and made breakfast.

Kate: ...! I’m all better now.

Just like that, her expression brightened, and Kate jovially took a seat. I, too, took a seat across from her.

(The me who ‘woke up every morning alone,’ and the me who ‘felt it was alright to die at any time’... they had all been killed by Kate.)

(And reborn in their places was the me who ‘embraced a precious Kate as I slept,’ and the me ‘who didn’t wish to die before her.’)

(I can’t help but wonder just what parts of me will die, and which parts will be born next?)

It was the day after my birthday, the morning sun filtering in the room.

This would surely end up carved in my heart, and hers, as a happy memory.

And finally, when the time came, those memories would perhaps end up hurting her.

In all honesty, flipping the table over here and now, and hurting Kate in the worst way possible

would, in the long term, be for her benefit.

(But... even so.)

Right now, I wanted to taste the flavor of happiness together with her to my heart’s content... and engrave it in me for eternity.

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END NOTES: friends, I think I may just have a thing for the star-crossed love but trying to make it work trope… the way Al was really soft here when he’s normally a more guarded character, I feel proud that he is able to be try and be more vulnerable 🥹🫶

and the way Al understands Elbie so well, too! I adore their unorthodox friendship a lot. (and though it’s not mentioned in this story, I think the fact that Al chose the date he met Elbie of all days as his birthday… I think it speaks to how they may be meant for each other in some sense.)

happy birthday, Al! may this year be full of happy memories for you as well 🪞

[skz-streamer]

Manspreading S/o

Pairing: Skz x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: fluff fluff FLUFFFFF

Notes: ITS FINALLY HERE IM SORRYYYY. umm so I tried to make multiple different types of scenarios instead of just reactions so yea The Ask :) @kai-lee08

Summary: Skz reactions to their s/o manspreading

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Full word count ~4.3k ;)

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Chan:

As the stars started to twinkle in the sky, Chan made his way to a charming little café tucked away in a quiet corner. The soft chime of the bell above the door signaled his arrival, and his eyes immediately sought out the familiar face he had been yearning to see. There you were, sitting at a corner table with a cup of coffee in front of you, engrossed in a book. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders, and a contented smile curved your lips as you turned a page.

Chan's heart fluttered as he approached you, a fond smile gracing his features. He took a moment to admire you from afar, his eyes tracing the curve of your profile, how your lashes fluttered as you read, and how your lips formed silent words. He felt a sense of warmth wash over him, knowing he was lucky to have you by his side.

Gently clearing his throat, Chan leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your cheek, announcing his presence. Your eyes lit up with delight as you closed your book and looked up at him, the love in your gaze unmistakable. "Hey, you," you greeted your voice a soothing melody to his ears.

"Hey, beautiful," Chan replied, his voice laced with affection. He pulled out the chair across from you and took a seat, his fingers instinctively finding their way to yours. The comforting touch was a silent reassurance, a promise that he was there with you at that moment, undistracted and fully present.

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As the evening wore on, you engaged in animated conversation, sharing stories, dreams, and the little moments that made your hearts skip a beat. The laughter flowed freely, carrying with it a sense of companionship that was unique to the two of you. Amidst the chatter, Chan's eyes occasionally strayed down to your legs, snug in a comfortable pair of sweatpants.

It was during one of these stolen glances that Chan noticed something that made his eyebrows raise in mild surprise. You were sitting with your legs spread out. It was an unfamiliar sight, especially coming from someone like you, who always kept her legs perfectly crossed one on top of another when you and Chan went on dates. Yet now the contrast between your carefree pose and the elegance you exuded intrigued Chan.

For a moment, Chan's gaze lingered on your legs, his thoughts swirling like the currents of a river. He observed the way your body language seemed relaxed and unguarded as if you were entirely at ease in your own skin. He smiled to himself knowing that you were comfortable with him, that you didn’t have to worry about being perfect around him

He admired your confidence, the way carried yourself, and how you embraced your comfort above all else. To him, this was just another layer of your personality that he was discovering, another thread that wove into the intricate tapestry of who you were.

After a while, you caught on to his gaze and the curious smile on his lips. "Is there something on your mind?" you asked, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Chan chuckled softly, his gaze meeting yours with warmth and affection. "I was just admiring how effortlessly you make even the unconventional look captivating."

You laughed, a gentle blush gracing your cheeks. “To be honest I didn’t even notice my posture, I guess it shows that I’m comfy with you, huh?." You giggle at the last word.

 Chan replied, his tone filled with admiration, “Always".

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Lee Know:

In a quaint little cat cafe nestled in a cozy corner of the city, a sweet and endearing scene was about to unfold. The soft chatter of patrons and the gentle purring of feline companions provided a soothing backdrop as you awaited the arrival of your boyfriend, Lee Know. It was only your fourth date, but the connection you felt with him had already begun to bloom, and a sense of comfort and safety enveloped you.

As you sat in the lounge, your leg bounced slightly with anticipation and nervousness. You had been dating for just over a month, and although you already felt at ease with Lee Know, there was still that hint of butterflies fluttering within you. Your gaze was fixed on the entrance, heart skipping a beat when you spotted him making his way inside. Quickly, you adjusted your posture, shifting from a relaxed, legs-spread-out pose to a crisscrossed position. With a subtle tug, you secured your hair into a neat ponytail, hoping to present your best self to him.

Lee Know's observant eyes didn't miss a beat. He couldn't help but notice the subtle change in your posture as you caught sight of him. A tender smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the warmth of his affectionate gaze enveloping you like a soft embrace. He wanted to reassure you, to let you know that you could indeed be yourself around him, but he wasn't quite sure how to convey it just yet.

Approaching you with that familiar, confident stride, Lee Know settled onto the couch beside you. The cats in the cafe seemed to sense his presence, gravitating toward him like he was a magnet for their affection. A playful glint danced in his eyes as he engaged with the cats, forming an instant and heartwarming bond. The two of you were soon joined by a fluffy feline friend, which Lee Know carefully placed onto your lap in the hopes that the cuddly creature might help ease your nerves.

Despite the soft fur and gentle purring against your thighs, you found it a bit challenging to fully relax. Lee Know's caring gesture, however, had not gone unnoticed. His understanding nature and genuine concern for your comfort only deepened your fondness for him. With a deep breath, you leaned back into the couch, feeling his warm hand landing gently on your leg.

"Jagi, you can be comfortable with me," he murmured softly, his voice like a gentle breeze that calmed your fluttering heart. His words held an unspoken promise, a reassurance that you were cherished and accepted just as you were.

As if drawn by an invisible force, you snuggled closer to him, the shared warmth and affection between you two intertwining like a cozy blanket. The cat on your lap seemed to sense the newfound ease, nuzzling against your hand as you continued to pet it. Lee Know's fingers traced light patterns on your leg, a silent gesture that conveyed his desire to make you feel at ease.

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Changbin

Walking into the gym, the air hums with determination and sweat, a testament to the effort put in by everyone present, including you and Changbin. The clatter of weights and the steady rhythm of deep breaths create a backdrop of dedication and resolve. Today's workout holds the promise of challenge and growth, fueling your heart with a blend of excitement and readiness.

In workout attire designed for movement and comfort, a surge of confidence surges through you. This day is reserved for pushing your boundaries and embracing your inner strength. As you and Changbin approach a bench, a spontaneous idea takes hold – to sit with the same confidence that Changbin exudes on stage.

Gracefully, you take a seat on the bench, finding a relaxed posture that lets you settle comfortably. The motion feels natural, a testament to the self-assuredness within you. Amid the active environment, you catch Changbin's gaze. Anticipating his playful tease or comment, his reaction takes you pleasantly by surprise.

Changbin looks at you with a mix of admiration and warmth. It's as if he sees the essence of your confidence, appreciating the genuine energy radiating from you. His silent approval bolsters your determination, and you share a playful smile.

"You like what you see?" you ask, with a hint of playful challenge.

Changbin's lips curve into a faint smile, his eyes sparkling. "Absolutely"

Reclining on the bench, your arms rest comfortably behind you, and a feeling of liberation envelops you. It's not about mimicking stereotypical behavior; it's about embracing your identity and assuming a posture that aligns with your comfort. The simple truth becomes clear – confidence knows no gender boundaries; it's a sentiment accessible to all.

Changbin draws nearer, his proximity creating a sense of solidarity amidst the gym's dynamic environment. "You know," he begins, his tone contemplative, "moments like these make me appreciate you even more."

Raising an eyebrow, you're genuinely curious. "Oh? Why is that?"

Changbin's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours, a gesture that symbolizes unity and encouragement. "I don’t know, you inspire me," he admits, his gaze unwavering. 

A smile tugs at your lips, your heart swelling with a medley of emotions. "You inspire me too.” 

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Hyunjin

The city's energy buzzes around you as you walk hand in hand with Hyunjin. The sun's warm rays cast a gentle glow over the bustling streets, lending a sense of magic to the urban landscape. With your heart dancing to the rhythm of the city, you find yourself caught in a unique adventure with your partner. Today is different – Hyunjin has a camera slung around his neck, and he's made it clear that he wants to capture the beauty he sees in you.

Nerves tangle with excitement as you begin this impromptu photoshoot. You stand in a quaint alleyway, your flared jeans peeking out from under your dainty patterned top. Legs crossed, you tilt your head shyly, unsure of how to pose. Hyunjin's encouraging smile soothes your apprehension as he clicks a few shots. His presence, the reassuring warmth of his hand in yours, gives you the courage to embrace this experience.

With every snap of the camera, your nervousness begins to wane. Hyunjin's compliments and playful encouragements weave a tapestry of comfort around you. You find yourself slowly unfurling, letting your inhibitions slip away like discarded layers. The patterned cuteness of your top, a reflection of your personality, becomes a part of the story these photos are weaving.

As the photoshoot continues, Hyunjin's lens captures your every move. The city becomes your backdrop, and you feel like you're dancing with the sunlight as it filters through the gaps between buildings. It's amidst this evolving confidence that you catch a glimpse of yourself in a window's reflection – your flared jeans peeking out, and the notion strikes you. It's time for a change, a bolder stance.

Gently, almost naturally, you shift your position. Your legs part slightly, your flared jeans embracing the newfound space. You embody the confidence that Hyunjin sees in you, and let it manifest physically.

Hyunjin observes your shift from a distance, his admiration evident in his gaze. The click of the camera slows, his focus on you sharpening. The breeze carries whispers of your newfound courage, and the city around you seems to bow in appreciation. His eyes never leave you as you bask in this self-assured moment, each photo capturing a different facet of your radiance.

As the sun starts its descent, you and Hyunjin find yourselves nestled in a cozy café. With steaming cups of coffee before you, you lean into each other, the afternoon's adventure a shared memory. His gaze is a blend of affection and pride, and you can't help but question his lingering glances.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask with a playful grin, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

Hyunjin's lips curl into a tender smile, his hand finding yours across the table. "Because you're incredible, you know that?”

A gentle blush creeps across your cheeks, his words touching your heart. "It's all thanks to you and your camera."

Leaning in, Hyunjin's voice is a soft murmur, meant for you alone. "I want you to feel as loved as I see you. That's why I took those photos – to capture the moments when you embraced your true self, unapologetically."

His words resonate deeply within you, and before you can respond, he's drawing you closer. His kisses are tender, a silent affirmation of his affection. He wraps you in his arms, creating a cocoon of warmth and security. As your heart beats in sync with his, you realize that his love isn't just about the person you are – it's about celebrating the person you're becoming.

"Why all the kisses and hugs?" you finally ask, your voice a gentle inquiry.

Hyunjin's eyes meet yours, his gaze steady and sincere. "Because I want to love you as much as you love yourself."

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Jisung

In the serene cocoon of your shared apartment, the air is infused with an intimacy that only comes from being truly at ease. You find yourself lounging on the couch, your phone in hand, engrossed in its glowing screen. Jisung, your partner and confidant, settles in beside you. As he takes his seat, he notices something about you – something that makes his heart swell with affection.

There you are, sitting on the couch, your legs comfortably sprawled out, and a look of effortless relaxation gracing your features. You're unguarded, unfiltered – a side of you that's reserved only for the sanctuary of your shared space. Jisung can't help but admire this domestic version of you, where you're not concerned about appearances or pretenses.

With a quiet chuckle, he mimics your stance, spreading his legs wide and giggling to himself. He's captivated by the genuineness of this moment, where you both can just be, without the weight of the world's expectations.

Your gaze flickers to Jisung, curiosity and a hint of amusement dancing in your eyes. You're met with an impish grin that hints at his mischief. In a heartbeat, he surprises you, pulling you by the waist and guiding you to his lap. Giggles bubble up from both of you, mingling in the air as he peppers your neck with playful kisses.

Your heart races as his lips leave a trail of affection down your neck. The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, but it's a welcomed one. Turning to face him, you straddle his lap, meeting his eyes with a mixture of surprise and affection. As you rest your forehead against his chest, you can hear his heart beating, a steady rhythm that matches your own.

Jisung's fingers brush against your back, drawing soothing circles that further anchor you to this moment of intimacy. He whispers those three precious words – "I love you" – a declaration that fills the space between you with warmth and tenderness. Your heart swells in response, your love for him so profound it's almost tangible.

With a sweet smile, you tilt your head up, connecting your lips with his in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. It's a simple exchange, but it speaks volumes of the love and understanding you share. In this quiet embrace, on his lap, in the privacy of your apartment, you find a space where your true selves can flourish.

Wrapped up in each other's arms, you rest your head on his shoulder, his embrace cocooning you in a sense of security and contentment. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this cherished bubble of affection.

In these moments, where you can be unapologetically yourself, Jisung sees you for who you indeed are. He cherishes the unfiltered you, the one that's free from the pressures of the outside world. And you, in turn, find solace in his embrace, knowing that here, in the heart of your shared apartment and in the arms of your partner, you are loved for every facet of your being.

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Felix

You find yourself seated at the edge of your bed, legs comfortably spread as you immerse yourself in the pages of a book. The soft light filtering through the curtains casts a warm glow, creating a cozy haven that feels like home.

As you read, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open draws your attention. There he is – Felix, your partner, freshly emerged from the shower. His wet hair clings to his forehead and dangles adorably over his forehead, droplets glistening like stars caught in his ebony locks. The sight of him, with his endearing freckles dotting his bare skin, never fails to make your heart flutter.

Felix takes a seat beside you, his expression a mix of distress and exhaustion. You look at him with concern, bookmarking your book as you set it aside. "Everything okay, Lix?" you inquire gently, your eyes searching his.

He sighs, running a hand through his damp hair, and gives you a tired smile. "Yeah, just a headache. I think the shower helped a bit, though."

Without a second thought, he rests his hand on your thigh, his touch soothing and affectionate. It's moments like these that remind you of the comfort you share, where words aren't always necessary to convey care.

Your gaze lingers on him for a moment longer before an idea forms in your mind. "Hey, come sit in between my legs," you suggest, your voice gentle and inviting.

He blinks, his confusion giving way to a faint smile as he realizes what you're suggesting. Without hesitation, he shifts his position, moving to sit in the cozy nook you've created. It's a position he's come to love – one where he can be close to you, enveloped in your presence in a way that words can't quite describe.

With him situated comfortably between your legs, you begin to gently card your fingers through his damp hair. His eyes flutter shut, and a contented sigh escapes him as he leans back, his head nestled against your chest. The rhythm of your fingers on his scalp becomes a soothing melody, easing away the remnants of his headache and filling the room with a sense of tranquility.

He melts against you, his breaths growing slower and more even. The physical closeness, the reassuring touch, it's a testament to the unspoken connection you share. You feel his tension easing, his body relaxing against yours as the gentle massage works its magic.

In this intimate moment, you're attuned to each other's presence. Felix's warmth against your chest, the steady rise and fall of his breaths, they're like a symphony of comfort. And as your fingers continue their gentle dance, you're reminded of the power of touch, of how it can convey care, affection, and a deep-seated bond.

Minutes stretch into a timeless embrace, and as his body relaxes further, you feel a soft, contented sigh vibrate against your chest. The ambiance of the room, the warmth of your connection, it's all a testament to the beauty of these quiet, unfiltered moments shared between two souls.

Eventually, as the tranquil cocoon of your shared space envelops you both, you ease back onto the bed, Felix still nestled against you. The book lies forgotten, replaced by the rhythmic dance of your fingers in his hair. And as the gentle embrace of slumber beckons, you feel Felix press a soft kiss against your neck, a silent gesture of gratitude and affection.

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Seungmin

Amidst the elegant ambiance of the fancy dinner, you radiate an aura of confidence and allure. You're dressed in a stunning black dress that perfectly molds to your curves, featuring a daring leg slit that runs down to your ankles. The dress is a testament to your grace, the embodiment of sophistication that you carry with such poise.

As you wait for your table to be ready, you find respite on a nearby bench. Your legs are spread comfortably, a gesture that defies conventional expectations. The long dress drapes around you, its dark fabric contrasting beautifully against your skin. Your nonchalant demeanor speaks volumes – you're comfortable in your own skin, unburdened by the societal norms that dictate how one should sit while wearing a dress.

Your stance defies expectations, a bold statement of your individuality. Some might assume that a dress warrants legs kept together, but you've never been one to conform. The confidence you exude draws a few glances, but you pay them no mind. You revel in being true to yourself, a sentiment that's become an integral part of your identity.

And then, your partner, Seungmin, appears on the scene. His gaze locks onto you, and his expression softens, his heart stirred by the sight of you. He finds you absolutely captivating – not just because of the elegance of your attire, but because of the way you exude confidence and authenticity. You've always known how to make heads turn, not just by dressing up but by owning it, by radiating confidence that captivates all who come into your orbit.

Seungmin approaches you, his presence a warm and reassuring embrace. Without hesitation, he claims the space next to you, his hand resting on your inner thigh. His touch is possessive, a silent declaration of his admiration and affection. He scatters tender kisses along your neck, a trail of affection that leaves you tingling.

You're no stranger to his displays of affection, his way of expressing his love for you. It's a language unique to your relationship, one that needs no words. You've grown accustomed to the way he finds you irresistible in this pose, how it makes him feel like the luckiest person in the world to have a partner who's not only beautiful but confident in her own skin.

The quiet murmurs of the surrounding crowd fade into the background as Seungmin's lips press against your skin. His affectionate gestures are his way of conveying how much he cherishes you, and how he admires your strength and individuality. In a world that often tries to mold individuals into a predefined shape, you're a breath of fresh air, a reminder that true beauty emanates from within.

You turn your head slightly, your eyes meeting his with an understanding that transcends words. The intimacy between you is palpable, a bond formed not just by shared experiences but by a deep appreciation for each other's essence. In this shared moment, the world around you seems to dissolve, leaving only the connection you share.

With a gentle, loving smile, you reach out to him, your fingers grazing his cheek. Seungmin's eyes reflect a mixture of desire and adoration, and in response, you lean in, your lips finding him in a sweet and tender kiss. It's a fusion of passion and intimacy, a testament to the profound love that defines your relationship.

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Jeongin

In the cozy embrace of your shared apartment, you sit on the couch, surrounded by open books and the weight of impending exams. Your concentration is unwavering, and your determination to conquer your studies is evident in the way you hunch over the coffee table. Hair gathered in a messy bun, you're deeply engrossed in the world of academia.

The door creaks open, and you sense Jeongin's arrival before you see him. His presence exudes a comforting energy that interrupts your focus. You look up, greeted by his warm smile as he steps into view. "Hi, love," you greet him with affection, your heart fluttering at the sight of him.

"Hey," he replies, his voice gentle as he takes in the scene before him. Books sprawled across the coffee table, you engrossed in your studies. Concern and fondness reflect in his eyes as he asks, "Are you hungry?"

You pause, realizing the hours have flown by and hunger has crept in. "Yeah, I could use a break," you admit, your smile growing as he approaches the couch.

With a natural ease, he settles right in between your legs, the open books and the coffee table becoming a backdrop to the space you share. He's close, nestled comfortably against you, and you can't help but admire the way his presence fills the room with warmth.

"How about I order some food for us?" he suggests, his tone carrying the gentle cadence of someone who cares deeply.

"That sounds perfect," you reply, grateful for his thoughtful gesture. His ability to provide comfort and support without you having to ask is something you cherish deeply.

As he places the food order on his phone, his gaze lingers on the open books before turning to meet yours. "Need any help with your studying?" he offers his willingness to assist clearly in his eyes.

A soft smile graces your lips, touched by his genuine concern. "Actually, that would be really helpful," you admit, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at his offer.

He glances at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "As long as I can sit right here," he playfully insists, his gaze fixated on you.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, and you scoot over slightly to accommodate him. "Of course, you can sit here," you agree, creating a cozy space where he's nestled between your legs.

A pleased grin lights up his features as he settles in comfortably. It's a position he clearly relishes – close to you, surrounded by the comforting scent of your presence, and in a spot that feels uniquely his.

"Alright, let's get started," he announces, his enthusiasm evident in his voice.

With his encouragement, you embark on a journey of quizzing and revision. His questions are thoughtful, challenging your understanding while keeping the atmosphere light and enjoyable. He's not just a partner; he's a steadfast pillar of support, someone who wants to see you succeed and is willing to lend a helping hand.

As the quizzing continues, your connection deepens. You're not just learning; you're sharing moments of growth, laughter, and mutual encouragement. And all the while, he's right there, nestled between your legs, a presence that grounds you and fuels your determination.

As the delicious scent of food wafts through the air, signaling the arrival of your meal, you both pause to relish the moment. Jeongin leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he playfully asks, "Ready for a break?"

Meeting his gaze with a playful twinkle in your eye, you nod. "Definitely."

With that, you wrap your arms around him from behind, holding him in a warm embrace. Your legs are spread comfortably on the couch, and he fits perfectly between them, his presence an extension of your closeness.

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[the-doctor-3000]

Hello, can I request a Lion-O x fem reader.

A Fluffy Isekai, like reader was a human nerd who loved learning about animals and plants~ spending most her time camping, but ended up having an accident one day, then waking up in Third Earth.. she’s fascinated by this new world, ends up specializing in wilderness survival, learning about every species of plant, what’s edible and what’s not.. eventually coming across the Thundercats when foraging. She helps them with food and medicine, with Panthro asking if she’d join them. (He’s sick of the gang complaining about his cooking.. and her food was really good.) she agrees, having grown a bit lonely on her own, and smitten shenanigans between her and Lion-O begins

A/N: I am so sorry for taking so long to write this! I was experiencing a writer's block! Also, since you didn't specify whether you wanted it to be hcs or a one-shot, I decided to do a mix. I will be doing the hcs part in 2nd pov, but you can send me a message to change it if you want. I hope you enjoy it! And again, sorry!

Warnings: Fluff, my knowledge about camping (and things related to it) is non-existent, so I had to do some research - I apologize if they are not accurate. For those who also have no knowledge about it, please do not listen to the things that will be written in this fic as they may as well be false and read a book about it instead, or listen to a professional.

Found Love In The Wild

Y/n groaned as she felt a bright light on her eyes. She cracked them open with great difficulty. She sat up slowly, and her vision focused. She could see that she was in the middle of a desert. She rubbed her eyes and then looked again. She wasn't hallucinating. She was indeed in a desert. 

She stood up, stumbled a little as she did, and took another look at her surroundings. Her eyes were half closed from the sun, her fists on her hips as she looked around for any signs of life. How did she even end up there? She could've sworn that she was on her way with her friend to camp in the woods. 

She pinched herself to see if she was dreaming but nothing. She did it again, and still the same result. She trembling nodded to herself as she tried to take deep breaths.

"Okay, okay, okay." She muttered to herself. "So this just happened. Don't panic, y/n. Everything will turn out fine." She removed her shirt and tied it around her head. "Okay. Now I need... I need..." She snapped her fingers, trying to remember the next thing to do when you're lost in the desert. "Water! I need to find water, food, and shade!"

Once she found them - with great difficulty since the dessert was really huge and it wasn't easy at to find what she needed - she decided to build a makeshift tent because it was getting dark soon. 

The next few days have been rough, but she tried to adjust as she explored. She used whatever she had and found in order to survive. At first, she had to deal with food and hydration. She never expected anything to attack her— Well, actually no, she did think that she might have to defend herself against wild animals, but she never thought that the animals would be humanoid lizards with deadly weapons almost identical to the ones humans have.

She started making her own weapons ever since the first interaction. She would even try to camouflage herself in order to avoid confrontation, if possible.

One day, in the woods, while she was hunting for food, she came across a group of cats. A tiger, a cheetah, two small wild cats (she thought), a panther, and a lion. There was another one, one who appeared to be the size of a pet. The creature was on the ground, laying with its belly up. It groaned in pain.

Y/n approached the group. Her footsteps had become as light feathers. She learned that during her time in the wild. She put her hand on its forehead to check its temperature.

They all looked at her, noticing her presence, and most of them were ready to attack her. She gently opened its mouth and sniffed a little.

"They ate holly berries." She spoke, ignoring the way they reacted. The small creature's stomach growled a little, and its face became green. It groaned in pain. "Can someone please fetch me some water?"

The cheetah female reacted fast to her request and brought her a flask. Y/n then put the creature in a better position so it wouldn't choke. The creature puked on her, and she winced a bit in disgust, but she didn't pull away as she patted it on the back. It was better if it threw up rather than hold it in. Once the vomit was over, she helped it drink water.

When it started feeling better, y/n gently wrapped her handmade cloak around it. 

Now that their friend was alright, the interrogation began from the tiger. Humanoid, too. "And who exactly are you?"

Y/n looked at him, but the humanoid lion responded. "Easy there, Tygra. She helped Snarf."

"She still could be one of his spies."

Y/n sighed as she stood up and said. "I assure you, I am no one's spy. My name is y/n." She then pointed at Snarf. "May I know who the idiot who thought it was a good idea to feed them holly berries might be?"

All of them turned to the bigger cat, the panther. He responded. "Hey! How was I supposed to know it would be poisonous!?"

The lion male looked at y/n, fascination in his eyes. "How were you able to tell, though?"

"I've had some previous experiences, but I also had to learn in my time in this place as it seems that I am trapped here."

"Trapped here?" The cheetah female asked curiously.

"This world. Where I am from... well... let's just say that it's nothing like here." Y/n did not know how to describe her situation to them and if they would even understand it. "To keep it short, I am from another dimension, and I have no idea how to get back, and–" She stopped as she sniffed the air and covered her nose. "What is that disgusting smell?"

The cubs laughed at that. "That would be Panthro's cooking!"

"You brats—!" Panthro said with a glare. Y/n walked up to the cauldron. There was a soup of sorts inside. She took a spoon and tasted it. Tears formed in her eyes as she made a sour expression. She covered her mouth with a gag. "Oh, c'mon! It's not that terrible!" 

Y/n did not even bother addressing him. She looked at the others and sighed. She then searched through her bag and took out some peppercorns. She put some in the soup, ignoring Panthro's protests, and started mixing.

She added some other herbs that the others had never seen before, and when she was done, she called them to eat.

Everyone appeared to be extremely satisfied with the results. Even Panthro, although he wouldn't admit it. The red-headed male came up to her with a smile.

"Hey, thanks for helping Snarf and for the food." 

Y/n returned the smile. "I am pleased that my assistance is appreciated."

"Sorry about Tygra." He said apologetically. "He doesn't trust easily."

"I've noticed."

He put out a paw for her to shake, which she did. "I am Lion-O, by the way." He then gestured to the others, one by one. "These are Panthro, Wilykit and Wilykat, Cheetara, Tygra, and Snarf."

Y/n nodded. "Interesting names for interesting... uhm... people." They stopped shaking hands. "I better get going. It was nice to meet you all. Well... most of you."

"You could always join us!" Wilykit chimed into the conversation with her brother. 

"Yeah!" Wilykat added on, nodding in agreement. "We could really use someone with healing abilities!"

"And someone who knows how to actually cook, too." Kit said in a feign whisper.

"Hey! I heard that!" Panthro shouted in the distance, offended.

Y/n looked at the others, if they were okay with that. They didn't seem to hold any objections to this. She spoke. "I don't see why not. It's not like I have places to be, and it has been quite lonely lately—"

Kit and Kat, as they told her to call them, cheered in happiness.

And that's how it all began. The day you joined the Thundercats. 

And of course, it didn't take long for the lion prince, now king, to start falling heads over heels for you.

I want to safely assume that it would be a 'he fell first, she fell harder' scenario. Mostly because I am one hundred percent sure that Lion-O would be the first to have a crush on his significant other. Plus, I think it would take lots of time for a human to fall in love with a... humanoid cat. (Wow... what a sentence 😂😭)

Anyway, moving on!

When you both started having a crush on each other, it would be so obvious to everyone, but you two. 

I think the reason would be insecurity.

Though after you get over that and do confess to one another, you two are very lovey dovey.

You two would hold hands whenever you walked side by side, felt threatened, or generally. 

After finishing a conversation with the entire team or just the two of you, you will give him a peck on the cheek and walk off. 

The twins would probably find it cute until you kiss in front of them. 

Lion-O loves hearing you talking about the things you like and whenever you all aren't in danger, he takes you on picnics and camping – a little further from the Thundertank just in case Mumm-Ra's forces attack – for dates.

He wants to show you that he listens to you.

Sometimes, he will often try to recreate some of your favourite memories from your world or even attempt to bake your favourite sweets with Panthro.

Which ends in disaster, but you still love the gesture.

[chronicbeans]

Hazbin Hotel Rewrite - Niffty

Our favorite girlie! I faintly remember her being a "yandere" in some early versions of her character, but I'm not sure. Either way, I decided to roll with that idea for my rewrite, as well as make her a guest. Since this also talks about her backstory during life, I call her Delilah. I love the idea of two of the hotel guests knowing each other in life.

TW: Obsessive Behaviors, Compulsive Behaviors, Murder, Poisoning (Accidental and Purposeful), Unrequited Love, Internalized Acephobia, Anxiety, Conforming to Period Accurate Gender Roles/Internalized Misogyny, Delusional Thoughts

In life, Niffty was a woman named Delilah, who died in the year 1960. She met Baxter while going to university to become a nurse, and he had gone into a medical course to help with his studies. Yes, THE Baxter. The mad scientist. They both bonded over being outcasts, Delilah for her anxiety and Baxter for reasons I'll get into during a different post.

Delilah was madly in love with Baxter, but always felt there was a problem with her. Sure, she was madly in love, but she never felt a desire to be intimate with him. In fact, she's repulsed by the thought! She was always taught that love and sex went hand in hand, so although she felt the love, she feared he'd look down on her if she couldn't compensate for the lack of physical desire.

So, how does a girl in the 1950s compensate for that? Showing how good she is at household chores, of course! While she knew Baxter was never one to care for the idea of "man works and woman stays at home", it was the only way she could think of to compensate for her perceived flaw. She began cleaning often, inviting him over for home cooked dinners, trying to get him to see how good she is at this "housewife" role in the hopes he'd confess his love to her. She'd even given up her dream of becoming a nurse, as although she passed her course with flying colors and got her license, she never actually pursued a job in the field. No, instead, she became a waitress, since that'd give her more time at home to practice her sewing, cooking, cleaning, and other chores she'd need to do to become perfect.

However, unfortunately, Baxter got married to someone else. He even adopted a child with her! Delilah could see it in his eyes, though... he didn't love her! Of course he couldn't! He always confessed his darkest secrets to her, not his wife! While there were never any secrets about him not loving his wife, it was still important stuff... like his planned cruise trip and his plans to experiment on his passengers. He promised to talk to her through the radio, not his wife. If he truly loved his wife, he'd tell her that, right? It wasn't because he thought Delilah was just as crazy as himself, and nothing more, right?!

And off Baxter went, going on his trip. As much as she missed him, she took it as an opportunity. He took his daughter with him, but Baxter's wife was still at their house. So, she decided to ask his wife if she could visit, since they were "good friends" due to their shared connection to Baxter. She said yes due to feeling lonely at home. When they had dinner, Delilah poisoned her drink with bleach and hid her body in a closet.

Then, she simply decided to move herself into Baxter's home! After all, somebody needs to take care of his home while he's away, and his wife certainly isn't going to be able to. He'd come back soon. Right? She kept waiting for a message on her radio, hoping it would spark to life with his voice, talking about the beautiful ocean view, how his experiments were doing, or... of course, professing his true devotion to her, and that he's always secretly hated his wife. However, the radio never jingled with his voice. Just silence.

Night after night, she began losing sleep. Soon enough, it was the year 1960... Baxter had left at least a year ago, but hadn't returned. She tried staying up all night, but alas, nothing. She was beginning to fear the worst, but tried to stay calm. She kept cleaning, trying to cover the smell of the corpse in the closet with various air fresheners, candles, fabric cleaners... bleach. And the bugs had started coming in, so she bought a large array of pesticides to kill them.

She died by accidentally poisoning herself. She'd set out a few drinks on the counter, alongside a jug of a roach killer she planned to use for the newly found roach infestation. However, due to having stayed up for three days in a row, she accidentally ended up pouring herself a cup of her roach killer instead of her drink.

In Hell, she quickly latched onto Alastor. Why? He's the Radio Demon, and she still holds out hope that she'll hear Baxter over the radio. And while that may not have happened, Alastor unintentionally reunited then by taking her to the Hazbin Hotel with himself to be Charlie's "first real client" because of Angel's lack of motivation to redeem themself. Which, eventually, Baxter ended up checking in later on.

She had two eyes before meeting Alastor, and had her sacrifice one of her eyes to seal the contract. She's self-conscious of it, wearing a pink glass eye on place of it, with her real eye being blue. She has two antennae on her head, and wasp wings on her back. Her skin is a pastel pink, with her hair being a pastel orange. Then, her dress is a light, sunny yellow shirt dress.

Delilah named herself Niffty, claiming it's to show off her nifty skills as a housewife. In fact, she's so nifty at it, she was the only one to recognize Baxter when he entered the hotel, recognizing his voice when he introduced himself. What sort of housewife would she be if she didn't recognize her "soon-to-be husband"? Likewise, Baxter recognized her from her excitable demeanor and speech patterns. This only fed into her delusions that they were meant to be from the start.

Before Baxter shows up, she mostly does the same that she did in life, except with the added on annoyance of Charlie trying to get her to unpack her life story and insecurities so they can begin the process of redemption. It doesn't work well, as the most she'd get out of her is stories of her and her future husband. She never gives Baxter's name, though. She just calls him "future husband" as if that were his name. Why would she give away her future husband's name to some woman? Sure, Charlie may have a girlfriend, but Niffty has seen the portrait of Charlie and that Von Eldritch guy, so she knows Charlie is into men. Niffty already perceives herself as at a disadvantage due to her asexuality, so she doesn't want to give Charlie, or any woman, a possible advantage.

She oftentimes gets weary around pesticides, especially insecticides, due to her death. She now takes the form of a wasp like demon (specifically the parasitic H. Hebetor, as they are highly immune to radiation, representing her obsession with Baxter). That's why she's taken to using fly swatters, knives, and other less effective means of getting rid of bugs.

Once Baxter does show up, though, Niffty silently praises herself for going to school to become a nurse. Now she gets to be the only one technically qualified to take care of Baxter. Not that Baxter really needs it, as he knows how to care for himself enough to be independent. However, she insists on being present in case he ever does need her... And because it's another way to compensate of her repulsion to sex.

What if he falls out of his wheelchair and can't get up because he feels extra weak that day? What if he gets sick and throws up? Well, Niffty would already be there to help him! She knows how to help him into and out of the wheelchair, how to properly clean up and dispose of any biological waste... Even better, his equipment is all from the 1950s, so she's familiar with the exact type of wheelchair and bed he has! No need to learn how to work with the new, modern medical equipment, and an excuse to be around him 24/7!

Despite her obsession, she's a lot calmer than the canon Niffty. She doesn't obsess over "bad boys", she obsessed over her one bad boy. The love of her life. Her future husband who just doesn't know it, yet. Her pookie, Baxter. She's convinced they're meant to be, so she has no reason to get all hyper and excited. A proper wife would be all dainty and proper, not hyper and hysterical. That's what she was taught, after all.

[corvusblackk]

I SHIFTED 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 AVATAR DR

The last few times I shifted were only with intention but this time I also said affirmations that grounded me in that reality (for example: "I am ene'ya te kalin satkie'itan” , “I live in Pandora”, “I am a na'vi”, etc…), and I went to sleep with the mentality that I was already there in Pandora.

I took notes right after I came back btw so everything was still fresh in my mind, then I added it all together and I tried to make a storytime as detailed as I can. I probably don’t remember well all the things but I tried my best to make everything accurate to what happened.

Okay so let me start.

I had scripted that Lo'ak would wake me up but that didn't happen, instead when I opened my eyes (I don't know what time it was because we don't keep track of time with clocks there) i got kind of scared because I found myself with my face squashed in a hammock so I could see everything from a big height and thought I could fall at any moment. This time I immediately realized that I had shifted because 1. I scripted it and 2. everything was too different, starting from the environment (forest) and ending on myself (literally blue), but I didn't even feel strong emotions like in the other shifts idk why, I was already used to being there as if I've always been there (in that reality it's obvious that I've always been there but you know what I mean).

As I was getting up I was told something like “you finally woke up, we thought you were dead” or something like that because it was said in Na'vi (now that I’m back I think its so weird that I knew and was used to a completely different language). Anyway, in the end it was Tuk who had spoken and she was standing next to a surface of worked wood with stuff on it that looked like exotic fruit. When I got up from the hammock for a moment it was strange to feel so huge (and semi-naked lol) and blue, but this too was super normal so I didn't think about it much.

There around the table, besides Tuk, were my father and one of my sisters and everything immediately became normal, I got back the memories and knowledge of that reality and I had the feeling that this reality was now a distant memory, or a dream, and it was there instead that I belonged. Tuk was at our place because she wanted to have breakfast with us, so then we started eating these seeds which were called pxorna and a type of fruit which name I don't remember, then there was also the spartan fruit which I think was the one from the first film (which Jake tastes for the first time in his new body). My mother and my other sister had gone hunting since I had woken up late, meanwhile then I decided to take Tuk back to her family and bro, I expected to be super excited to meet the rest of the Sully family but instead it was normal like everything else 😭 (now that I'm back here I've been freaking out the whole time that is, I still don't realize but okay).

Neytiri is fucking beautiful btw, and Jake is ethereal irl and is much more patient with the children since the sky people wasn’t there yet. Kiri is like in the movie I have nothing to add, she is nice to me but she is very sarcastic. Lo'ak is quite a kid lmao, even though he's in his 20s he acted a bit annoying and rebellious just because (obviously I love Lo'ak but I'm just describing how he was there, I’m not judging him) but still he was my best friend and i have to say we were very similar now that i think back on it.

Neteyam on the other hand.. bro, the most annoying person in the world, I’LL EXPLAIN RIGHT AWAY don't attack me. Practically, clever as I am, I scripted an enemies to lovers with him, not considering that actually in the "enemies" phase we would have been "enemies" and I have to say okay: it's not that we hated each other or were really enemies, but we kind of couldn't stand not even breathe the same air. He still always had that protective older brother personality and was kind/available to everyone BUT NOT WITH ME, I really pissed him off 😭 but it was mutual so yea. In fact, when he saw me bring Tuk back he snorted and changed seats so I remember that I kind of teased him about it but I don't remember exactly what I said to him.

Later I went out with Lo'ak and we went to get the ikrans because he wanted to go to Tsireya and wanted me to accompany him lmao because they weren't really together yet so he was shy. We had another friend called Nìmäng (he isn’t in the movies), and he was much more serious than us; I don't know how he could be our friend but somehow it worked because he balanced our non-seriousness. In short, we took the ikrans (mine is called Zeswavi) and y’all, it's a one of a kind experience, you feel the wind stinging your skin and you perceive in your body everything the ikran is feeling, then don't make fun of me but you also feel invincible, it's so incredible (I recommend you to shift there just to experience this thing).

When we arrived in Awa'atlu (I scripted that it's only 10 minutes flight away because I'm smart) it was just spectacular, it looked like the Maldives🧍🏼 but much much better. So, now I want you to trust me when I say that I had to hold back not to jump on Tonowari, that man is irresistible and so mighty irl, I can't do it lorddd. Ronal didn't like me that much and frankly I'm afraid it was because she saw me drooling over her husband. Tsireya is lovely, the kindest person there I must say, as well as Rotxo. Ao'nung on the other hand.. an infernal beast, literally; he’s cool I mean, but he was really annoying, he liked to tease me and provoke me every 5 minutes, but I responded by hitting him so it was all balanced.

The rest of the day was spent swimming with the ilus, playing a kind of ping pong with barks and also fishing at some point, which would have been very boring if it weren't for Ao'nung who, although annoying, is really funny. Later Kiri and Tuk also joined us, Neteyam as well, with whom I had a fight because I hit him on the head with the fishing net (it was actually hilarious). Before the eclipse we went back to the forest and brought back some of the fish we had caught, my mother cooked it and wrapped it in seaweed and it was all so good man.

We then all gathered around a bonfire and sang songs, other na'vis sang and some danced, it was truly magical. For a moment I stared at Neteyam because, even if I couldn't stand him, he was really beautiful under the firelight, but when he saw me he said like "what are you looking at, skxawng?" (“idiot”) so I insulted him and started ignoring him again lol.

At night I decided to shift here again because the experience was so beautiful that I wanted to tell everyone about it.

Thanks for reading this all <3 go shift!

[pilferingapples]

started re-watching LM 2K with some friends who also make terrible life choices

went in honestly thinking , Hey! maybe I am forgetting things! Maybe it's not as bad as I remember it being!

well 1.5 hours into this 8 hour fever dream and I can say. I was forgetting things all right! quite a lot of things! but whoo boy I owe Past Me an apology, this is bad and every new Thing I Had Blocked Out Of My Mind makes it worse

Thoughts, While I Have Them:

why does it start literally on fire

I'll give John Malkovert this: he does seem disturbingly horny for the idea of inherent traits and inborn social hierarchy. Beeblevert didn't really seem to know what to do with his phrenology displays; Malkovert whispers to them lovingly at night and probably licks them. This guy feels about eugenics like Grantaire feels about Enjolras. This guy is messed up.

( ...filmmakers know that when they've got someone with lots of human skull measurements and phrenology and Types of Human displays, they're saying that character is into eugenics, right? I'm not saying it's a bad move, it can be very accurate and telling ,but like. They get what that's doing there, right? RIGHT???)

The dialogue...is bad.... it's so bad...

"yellow is the color of happiness"

this timeline is a shambles. Fantine doesn't have Cosette until after Tholomyes is gone, and then apparently holds out for YEARS in Paris, since Cosette is if anything a little older than her book age when Fantine meets the Ts; meanwhile Valjean doesn't get out of prison until AFTER Fantine has moved to M-sur-M. Which of course means there's no factory for her to work at!

...but then after Valjean (very intentionally) steals from Petit Gervais, we cut to Fantine working in the factory. The Nettle Cloth factory . Which means Fantine was doing SOMETHING before Valjean showed up to Disrupt the industry with his Tech Breakthrough but like. What. If she was doing something else then why doesn't she go do that some more after she's fired? Because she very much doesn't, she goes right to attempting sex work...badly

like trying it with Javert first Badly

and then he threatens to arrest her but doesn't?? who is this man, what kind of Javert is he ffs . Letting a Poor go unarrested? Seriously this doesn't even scan with his characterization in this series

Instead he starts stalking Fantine and giving her Helpful Hints. He comes in right after she has a client?? and tells her to go to the circus??

She goes and finds the dentist and tries to get him to pull TEN of her teeth bc for no reason he's giving 4 francs a tooth instead of 20 for the fronts. The dentist is the only character in this show with sense and says NO THAT'S TOO MANY TEETH, and he just cuts her hair instead And listen we've got another Fantine with Mostly Straight Brown Hair , it's not even that long, and I'm sorry but there's NO WAY that's worth more than teeth, why do adaptations keep doing this

also why do they keep making Fantine so passive, so dependent on people telling her what to do? She makes bad choices sometimes--often even!-- but she Makes Decisions and fast, she goes all in without any pushing, that is a defining part of Fantine's character! but everything she does here gotta be because someone told her she Should

another one where Javert inexplicably goes to M sur M to see Cosette. Why? What possible reason for this?? he almost seems like he has a weird crush on Fantine rather than JVJ but that's. That's incoherent, for this character. even in this series!!

I've written so much and haven't even gotten to Valjean officiating a wedding for, apparently, a famous former sex worker in the town ? this is mentioned once and I don't think it'll ever be relevant again

1.5 hours in, Points For: a very cute little donkey, Petit Gervais having his Marmot, some very nice architecture, Baptistine existing

Unpoints for: everyone's bafflingly inconsistent characterization, the absolute mess of a timeline, Myriel still living in the palace but letting homeless people sleep on the floor?? , lots of very pointless Walking Around Time , Thenardier Sex , why do directors think I want to see them get it on, Please Stop

[screampied]

tbh i lowkey forgot what i sent but i remember it being me loving on u and ur writing skills😔😔

BUT BUT BUTTTTTT ☝️ one of your recent works, birthing hips? GAH DAMN I HAVE NEVER READ SMTH THAT RESONATED WELL WITH ME BC I AM PART OF THE THICC THIGHS TASK FORCE AND sighhhhh u and i made my bf giggle bc r brains r actually so much alike it's so unreal bc almost every one of the scenarios in that hc, me n bf have tried GAHAHAHA the toji bit is not rlly accurate for us since we ain't divorced nor married lmao BUT UGGHHHHHH THE OTHER SCENES R SOOOOO YUMMY LIKE I WANT TO EAT THEM UP AND JUST LIKE HAVE THEM PLAYING IN MY BRAIN OVER AND OVER AGAIN PLSPLSPLS as a chubby bubblegum booty baddie who is living the dream with her jjk-esque bf WE LOVE U SM AND HOPE U HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAYSSSS

also, we might be inactive once it nears xmas just cuz we'll probably be with family but if u decide to drop sum xmas fics BEST BELIEVE IMA BE ON YO ASS but like in a "ilysm imysm ur works r so amazing nomnomnom" way yk?

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—reading sesh anon ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

hiiiii reading sesh baby 💗. tHANKYOUTHANK YOU. i’m happy you enjoyed it, i can write about cowgirl or reverse aaaaall day. such an elite position </3. we love a reader who gets control, yum. THICK THIGHS SUPREMACYYYY. u know it ☝️☝️.

awww im honored !!! how is he btw? it’s always sweet to see u guys stop by to talk to me 🫂. this makes me griiiin im glad it resonated w u my luv ! havin a jjk-esque is such a gem, as you should xx. LOVE U TOOOOOO. happy holidays 💆‍♀️💓, and we’ll see once squirtmas rolls around. toodles <3

[five-rivers]

Loving the foray back into Generator Rex stuff. I was obsessed with that show but honestly don't remember much that happened after Cesar showed up for the first time. I just remember being really upset that Six never got his memories back. Like SURE he accepts Rex's role in his life but the EXPERIENCES are gone from his memory now. That hurts.

It does. 😭

This isn't quite on topic, but this also gave me an idea for a little snippet. <3

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Rex drummed his fingers against the leather cover of his journal, thinking.  It had been most of a year since he'd started writing in it, updating it whenever he could.  It was full of thoughts, feelings, speculation, copies of the incident reports White sometimes made him write out, memories from before he'd gotten the journal, summaries of training, dreams, rambling about friends, enemies, and fights, anything and everything that came to mind when he had a spare half hour a pen or a pencil, or when Holiday got on an education kick and wanted him to practice grammar or spelling or something.  

It was only half full.  Rex didn't have a whole lot of spare half hours.  He tried, though.  His interest in filling the journal up was backed at least partially by fear.  There was a lot that he really, desperately, wanted to know about himself, if he ever forgot again.  There was a lot he wanted to know about the people around him.  

There was a lot in the little book about White, Noah, Bobo, and Holiday.  

There was a lot about Six.  

Six, who had just forgotten everything himself.  

Six, who had given him the journal in the first place.  

Six, who had only lost his memory because Rex had been so impatient to test Caesar's machine.  

Okay, he knew that wasn't completely accurate, and he was hardly wallowing in guilt, or whatever.  If anything, he'd blame Caesar's invention skills and Six's weird propensity for stabbing machines instead of, like, going after something "upstream," or unplugging them.  

Rex could do a lot of things with machines, but lack of power was a stumbling block even for him.  

But, point was, Rex was delaying.  It should be easy to give this to Six.  To give him something about what he'd lost.  Rex owed him that much.  But the journal was so personal…  Rex hadn't written it expecting anyone else to ever read it.  Not even Six.  

It was hard.  

This whole thing was hard.  

(It wasn't fair.  Forgetting sucked.  Being forgotten sucked.  It all sucked.  He had a lot more sympathy for Caesar, now.)

He took a deep breath.  He wanted to give this to Six.  He wanted to share these memories with him.  He didn't want to be the only one who knew these things.  He didn't want to be the only one who remembered.  

Not when he might forget at any moment.  

He really wished Caesar's machine had worked.  Either time. 

He stood up and opened the door, journal still in his hand.  He second-guessed himself all the way to the lab, where Six was getting another check up, courtesy of Holiday.  

"Hey, um, what's up?" asked Rex, still not quite ready to make a decision.  

"My blood pressure, apparently," said Six, putting his glasses back on.  "I don't understand how this is more stressful than killing people for money."

"It isn't about stress," said Holiday, rolling her eyes.  "You're just six years older.  Bodies change.  What about you, Rex?  On the way to the Petting Zoo?  Or just checking in?"

"Uh," said Rex.  "Yeah.  The Petting Zoo."

"I still don't understand why it's called that," grumbled Six.  

"It's ironic," explained Holiday.  

"Anyway!" said Rex, loudly.  He walked up to Six and shoved the journal at him.  "I'm lending this to you.  I want it back by the end of the week, okay?  Don't let White see it, it's private."  One of the very few private things he had, actually.  Maybe that's why he was so scared.  "Okay!  Thanks!  Gotta go!  Bye!"

He ran.

.

Six drummed his fingers against the leather cover of the journal, thinking.  Long plane rides, even on jump jets, gave you a lot of time to think.  

It had been nearly seven months since Rex had given it to him.  Six since Rex had disappeared in that fight with Breach.  

It was high time he gave it back to him.  Even if he had to go through Providence to do it.  

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⋆｡˚⋆꒰ঌMY DRESS-UP, DREAMER ໒꒱⋆ ˚｡⋆ 7 - Crazy?

--౨ৎ✩°｡⋆ Soobin, a quiet doll painter finds it too good to be true when a charismatic girl asks Soobin to help fulfill her dream of being a cosplayer. Along the way, they’ve realized they have much more in common than they thought and maybe something more.

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*Ding Dong*

Soobin looked at his door confused, putting down the dirty dish he was washing; he wiped his hands on his sides before walking over to the front door.

He then remembered what Yeonjun had said, Soobin opened the door

“Yeonjun why’d you get Kai started again?-“

“Started with what?” A soft voice said

Soobin froze as he didn’t see anything at eye level. His head moved down and he spotted the last person he’d thought would be here.

“Y/n?”

“Hiya Soobin~”

“W-what are you doing here?!” Soobin freaked out wondering if he looked presentable.

“I know we agreed that we’d set up a meeting time for measurements and whatnot BUT- I couldn’t wait~” you said smiling. He nodded but immediately realized something “Wait how’d you find out where I lived?!”

“Oh that, I asked Yeonjun!”

Soobin’s eye twitched “h-he just gave you my address”

“Yup!~…. So can I come in?” You asked smiling at him.

“Right now? But I was kinda-“ “Oh also I stopped by the bakery on my way here, and bought some yummy-looking bread!” You held out the bag to him, Soobin took it from your grasp.

“Y-You didn’t have to-“ he looked back at you but realized you were already in his apartment “Wow nice place you got here!”

You took a look around his apartment while he processed the fact that you just walked in.

It was clean but very minimalistic so it seemed kinda hard for it to get dirty. The walls were white and the furniture was gray “Wow this totally seems like your place” you laughed. Soobin stumbled following you “Thanks?”

You looked to your left and spotted a room “This your room huh?”, you peeked in as Soobin quickly became embarrassed “Wait don’t-!”

“Yo now this is not what I would’ve expected from you” You walked into the room, it was messy and the bed was unbuilt. “For some reason, I imagined you as a clean freak”

“Well I’m busy most of the time and I tend to forget to clean up my room” Soobin said wanting to die. “No I totally get it, that’s me when I’m picking out an outfit” you said showing off your OOTD.

Soobin turned away trying not to check you out as you get distracted by something.

“Wow, what are these?!” You bend over to look at an expensive-looking paintbrush set that sat on his desk. “Do you use these to paint your dolls?!”

Soobin looked back over at you only to be met with your rear end. “They’re like super small, don’t worry I won’t touch-“

‘This is insane! I've never had a girl in my house let alone my room?!! What am I supposed to do?! What would Yeonjun do…. UGH I can’t do that!!!’ Soobin mentally freaked out

“Hey Soobin you okay?” You asked as Soobin tried to compose himself. Unable to get an answer from him you step closer going up to his face “Hello? Earth to Soobin!”

“Huh?” Soobin comes to but his heart jumps as you stood so close to him “What?!” He retracts into his shoulder a bit.

“Come on let’s cut to the chase and do it already!” You smile at him

‘WHAT?!!’ He thought as his face burned.

“Y-Y/n I’m not sure we should-“ Soobin spoke in a small voice but was cut off by your excitement “Why not! It’s just taking my measurements?”

“………” Soobin felt stupid for thinking anything else but his embarrassment only grew as he remembered the process of taking body measurements.

“We might have to have someone else do it….” Soobin said as you titled your head confused. “Why?”

Soobin stood up straight looking down at you “Well I did some research and to be able to take accurate measurements you have to….”

Soobin turned red and griped the bag of sweet bread “… be in your underwear”

You snickered “Oh that? That’s no problem” You took off your sweater making Soobin freeze

“W-Wait y/n are you seriously gonna?!” He freaked out unable to move. “what are you, 15? It’s like the same thing as a bathing suit” you said laughing as you lifted up your shirt.

“Y/n it’s not appropriate!” Soobin hid his face with the bakery bag blocking his vision of you. “Tada!!!” You said completely taking off your shirt.

“Soobin? Look!”

“I… I can’t”

You grabbed the bag and slowly moved it away from his eyes. He looked over at you….

“See just like a bathing suit~” You smirked at him, in fact it was a bathing suit. “Oh you scared me” Soobin finally breathed

“I got you pretty good, didn’t I” you said to him as he still couldn’t look at you, but he sighed almost disappointingly at you

“You can’t be doing that”

“Huh?” You titled your head up at him.

“You can’t be just taking off your clothes in front of guys, especially ones that are way bigger than you” Soobin scolded

“Oh come on Soobin, I know you wouldn’t do anything to me” you said taking off your bottoms but he just shook his head “You don’t know me”

You stood in front of him in your bikini and placed your hand on your hip “I took a guess and I’m hardly ever wrong”

Soobin looked at you, you were very beautiful in his eyes and his eyes couldn’t help but travel yet he cleared his throat and with a red annoyed expression he said “You should still be more careful”

“Aye aye sir” you joked. He shook his head and grabbed his measuring tape “I’m gonna take your measurements now so pardon me”

“Whatever you have to do man~”

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An Eye for an Eye - 02

“Banter” 

Osferth x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions violence / rape / kidnapping / castration, period accurate gender stereotypes, talk of forced marriage, slight angst, fluff, sexual innuendos

Chapter Summary:  Aemma's dream reveals a significant prophecy, fueling her determination to recover and heal. Sharing her harrowing ordeal of abduction and attempted rape with the men, she believes her future is tarnished. However, Osferth offers her a glimmer of hope by suggesting she join their group instead of returning to Coccham. Uhtred grants her permission to stay, and as they journey towards Glastonburh, a newfound connection blossoms between Aemma and Osferth, evident in their playful banter and flirtation.

Aemma awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest, as if it were about to burst. She had been dreaming, of a mighty victory, of a powerful Dane that had threatened her peace, of a brave man, Osferth, who she had saved from certain death.

She felt the energy flowing through her veins, her wounds healing, her fever broken. She opened her eyes and felt the warmth of the fire in the tent, its light filling the space.

She couldn't remember much of her rescue and only felt herself waking up every now and then when either Osferth or one of the other men had come to give her something to eat and drink and to change the dressings on her back.

She looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity and yet, something strange and new. She slowly sat up, feeling a bit wobbly as she did. Her gaze slowly adjusted to the flickering of the firelight, and she saw that her tent was guarded by Osferth, Uhtred, Finan and Sihtric, who all sat at their breakfasts.

Aemma reached out and felt a bandage covering her lower back. Her wounds had healed well and her strength had returned to her. How had this happened?

She thought back to the dream, to the mighty Dane and the brave Osferth. She remembered the fierce duel, the mighty blow of her blade, and the satisfaction of her victory. She realized that the dream had given her the strength she needed to wake up and that it had been her dream that had healed her. She needed, when the time had come, to save Osferth's life.

Aemma slowly got up and stepped out of the tent. The morning was a warm one; the green grass was still covered in dew. She took a deep breath and felt a sense of peace and well-being wash over her. She walked over to the men and gave them a little wave. "Uh.. Good Morning..."

Osferth smiled. "Morning! And I'm glad to see you well again. How do you feel?" He put his food away and got up to greet her with the rest of the men, clearly happy to see her well again. He offered her some of his bread.

Aemma blinked a few times and scratched her head, her long, dark hair clumped together with blood and sweat. "I feel... alive", she said matter-of-factly. She stared at the man with the blue eyes, before it dawned on her that it was Uhtred, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, where upon she fell into a deep curtsy. "My Lord, I.... thank you", she mumbled out, blushing furiously.

Uhtred chuckled and shook his head, tearing a piece of bread off for himself. "No need to bow, my lady, we had to help you, we couldn't leave you to perish, could we? Please, have some breakfast, you must be so hungry. I'm glad to see you're well, we were all worried about you."

She nodded greatfully and sat down next to Osferth, taking his offered bread. "Thank you for finding and rescuing me, Osferth...", she said, her mouth full of tasty bread.

"You're more then welcome, my lady. Please, help yourself to whatever food or drink you'd like", Osferth said with a warm smile and poured himself and Aemma a cup of Ale and passed it to her."Was there any particular reason you tried to venture off on your own? If it's not too bold of me to ask."

Aemma blushed, embarassed. "I only wanted to fetch herbs and berries for mother so we could make spiced ale and cider again. Then... I can't really remember, it's still fuzzy in my mind... Someone hit me over the head, the next thing I knew he took me into a forest and tried...", she paused and tried her hardest to bite back her tears. She nervously looked down onto the ground.

"Tried... ruining my reputation... if you know what I mean. Then... I think I kicked him, he stabbed me, I gouged one of his eyes out and started running. I shake my head and sip some ale. I can't remember more... I know, I was a fool, I should've gone with someone else or with a dagger..."

Osferth snarled in rage, his clenched fists trembling with the power of his hatred for Aemma's attacker. Fury boiled in his veins and he ground his teeth as he spoke. "Whoever did this will pay dearly. No woman should ever have to bear such an atrocity." His face twisted into a scowl as he kicked the earth beneath his feet. "I wish I could have taken that fiend's life with my own hands! I have no mercy for these kinds of men!"

Shrugging, Aemma pointed to the massive sprawl of woodland around them. A vast expanse of dense trees and shrubs stretched out before them, dark shadows playing across the greenery. Moss and foliage clung to the trunks of trees as they grew taller than the horizon, their branches twisting and reaching out in all directions. Birds soared between them and the forest floor was alive with small creatures, running and jumping around in the underbrush. The air was fresh with the smell of pine and the distant sound of running water.

"I doubt it. He's probably somewhere out there... I mean, you're more than likely to kill him if you'd like", Aemma muttered, turned towards him and gave him a little smile. "It's alright though. I'm just an alehouse-girl, my life isn't really important anyhow. The only thing I do is serve ale and scrub the vomit-covered floors." She said with a wink, remembering how he liked to overindulge sometimes in her father's alehouse.

Osferth watched as the Aemma's eyes filled with tears, even though she tried to lift the mood. His heart ached—he wanted to make her feel better, to let her know how much she meant to him and to everyone else. He reached over and took her hand in his, gently squeezing and caressing it.

"My lady," he said softly. "You are so strong and brave. Your life is just as important as anyone else's, no matter your station or rank. Don't ever talk down upon yourself again—we all admire you for your courage and resilience. Not everyone could gouge an eye out after being stabbed."

Aemma trembled, her head bowed in despair. She tried to hide the greasy, bloody strands of hair that framed her face, but it was of no use. "What you say is easy for you," she spat, her voice rising with anger. "You are a fearless warrior amongst the most powerful in Wessex, while I will return home to my family and be married off to the first man who shows interest. To him I must bear children, or suffer the consequences!" With sorrow in her eyes, she quietly shook her head. "Forgive me; I did not mean to cause offense."

Osferth smiled and nodded."I'm sure you will find a good man, and I mean that. Just please don't let them force you to marry someone you don't want, be strong and be proud. If you ever want to be free, you can always come to Wintancaester, we'll protect you from any danger there and you'll never have to worry about anything again," he said warmly. "You can never offend me my lady, please, never think that."

She arched an eyebrow and smiled at him, as she had just gotten a genius idea. "And what if... We want to get revenge together? And because it would be too "shameful" for me to return home... May I join you so they may repay you for rescuing me? I can cook, sew and fight decently."

Osferth looked up at you, his smile slowly widening."Did you think I was going to turn down such an opportunity? Few young women get a chance like this - to join a team of the most gifted warriors in the kingdom. It is like a blessing that had been bestowed upon me."

Aemma's smile brightened as she caught sight of Uhtred, and she hurried over. Her wide eyes were full of hope and her voice was bubbly when she spoke. "Lord Uhtred, please allow me to join you! Please, please, please?" She begged him, giving him her best puppy dog eyes.

Uhtred smiled at her excitement, shaking his head in amusement. "Of course, you may, my lady, if you wish", he said and nodded, "You'd be surprised how many brave women I've fought with before, some of them even braver then some of the men." He chuckled at this but shook his head in thought. "I promise you you'll never be bored, there's always an adventure waiting for you with this group."

Finan grinned as Aemma jumped up, hugging Uhtred tightly and then kissing him, Sihtric and Osferth on their cheeks. "You're my saving graces! I shall forever be indebted to you."

"Go get your bags and prepare to ride, once you're ready, you'll be a full member of this group, my only request is that you take on a new name, one to suit a warrior instead of alehouse-girl", Osferth mused and gave her a playful shove.

Aemma's eye roll was light but deliberate, her head turning slightly as if to make sure that everyone had seen it. Her expression was full of playfulness, her cheeks flush with amusement. "You know i have nothing except for the dirty clothes on me. I'll go wash myself and my clothes and then I'll be ready. You can decide on my nickname then, Osferth", she said and stretched herself seductively. "I take it you want to make sure that I'm.... Safe while i bathe?"

He gave her a sly side eye and smirked."I didn't even think of that but I don't see any harm in it," he chuckled at her, his eyes lingering on her for a second longer then usual, "Go and get cleaned up, and we'll talk about your new name later." Amma nodded and walked toward the creek, slightly wincing at her sore muscles.

 She quickly threw off her dress and untied her dress, dipping into the fresh water. "No peeping!", she screamed towards the men and quickly washed herself. When she was clean, she walked back to him and grinned. "Now you can see that I usually don't look like a swamp witch."

Osferth chuckled. "Of course I wasn't going to peep, no need to worry. Now for the part I think you're going to enjoy. What would you like to change your name to, to better suit a brave warrior woman such as yourself?"

Aemma winked and grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Suuuure, of course you didn't peep. Like I'd believe that" she said mockingly with a hint of amusement in her voice. She helped him gather his supplies and leaned against his horse, scratching it's side affectionately as if it was her own loyal steed. Her long damp hair curled up in tight ringlets around her face, framing it beautifully. "How about Aemma the Eye-gouger? Or is that too brutal?"

Osferth smiled softly as he watched her. He had never seen anyone like her before. She was strong and brave, but also had an air of playfulness to her that made him feel at ease. He admired that trait in a person and knew she would be an extraordinary warrior one day.

 "Why would it be too brutal? The story behind it just makes you sound even more dangerous and strong in my opinion", Osferth responded, letting admiration show on his features, "Aemma the Eye-gouger, the lady everyone will fear in the future, a feared warrior not to be reckoned with. Does that suit your fancy, Lady Aemma?"

She nodded her head and let out a bemused giggle. “So you’re the baby monk or the virgin boy, right?” she quipped, glancing over to see the others already preparing their horses. “How did you get these nicknames--or rather, why are they still used?”

Osferth glanced downward, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. It was clear that someone at the alehouse had been gossiping about him. His friends were always teasing him with those old childhood nicknames, knowing how much it mortified him. He tried desperately to put the past behind him and move on.

He cleared his throat and shot her an inquisitive look, wondering what other stories people had been telling about him in town. “Do... do you have any other nicknames?” he sheepishly asked, twirling the hilt of his sword in nervous circles.

Aemma wiggled her brows, trying to wind him up. "Mmh, let's see if ... Your nickname and reputation can be changed", she said, winking playfully. "Uhm well, next to alehouse girl and Aemma the eye-gouger i don't really have any others", she said nervously.

He blushed and looked down to hide it, a little embarrassed."I think Aemma the Eye-gouger suits you well, you're very intimidating with your looks and I'd be scared seeing you come at me in battle." Chuckling, he nodded as Sihtric told me that it was time leave. "So you don't think you'll need another nickname then?", he asked playfully.

Aemma stood back, letting him hop onto his horse. "Hopefully I'll not cause my enemies to laugh", she mumbled and climbed up behind him, tightly holding his waist. They spurred  their horses and began traveling towards Glastonburh, which was only an hour away from them. There, Uhtred has promised her to get her supplies so she could continue traveling with them.

 "How about, Aemma the seductress? Or Aemma the sinful?", she whispered into Osferth's ear, giggling.

“What exactly are you implying, my dear?” Osferth said, blushing furiously as she embraced him from behind. He gave her a sly smile before continuing. “You should really start using that nickname more often--Aemma the Sinful does have a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Just then, Finan rode up and burst out laughing. “Did I just hear you call her Aemma the Sinful, Osferth? It seems she already has you wrapped around her little finger!” The two old friends shared a laugh before Osferth responded with a shrug and a wide grin. “Hey, can you blame me? She’s strong and beautiful, who wouldn’t want to spend their time with her? I am truly the lucky one here.”

Aemma giggled and watched as Uhtred spurred his horse to go quicker. In the distance, Aemma could see the small city of Glastonburh. Its buildings shone brightly in the sun, their stone walls reflecting a myriad of colors as the light danced off of them. The town square bustled with people, merchants hawking their wares, and animals scurrying around in search of food. The city gates stood tall and imposing against the horizon, a beacon of safety and shelter in an otherwise hostile world.

 "Osferth? And what... What would happen if I see my attacker? Can I just kill him or should I report it to someone?", she whispered quietly.

"If you see your attacker, you are very well within your rights to kill him yourself in my opinion. It would only make you look stronger for doing it", Osferth remarked, "But it would be best to tell the elders to let people know that there's a man who attacks defenseless women in the woods. It's your choice how you want to deal with it my lady. Do we know the village that the man lives in at all?"

Aemma nodded in determination, her dark eyebrows set in a frown on her pale face. "Yes, please do so. Although I have the faint feeling that he doesn't just go after any young women, he knew my name... But yes, off course Osferth, tell the others so that they can protect their daughters and wives", she said encouragingly. 

She tried her best to remember her assailant but she could not seem to recognize him. "I haven't a clue to who he might be. It should be easy to find him, he only has one eye, after all. And long black hair, that's the most I can remember."

"I will make sure to do so and warn the people of the danger in the woods", he said and tried getting closer to her, speaking lower. "If I do find this man I promise you I'll have him hung by his feet from a tree, he will be punished I can assure you of that."

She cracked her knuckles demonstratively and sighed, seeing as they came closer to the town. "That sounds wonderful, that way I can castrate him better."

 She then smiled as she tugged her torn dress around her waist. "I'm looking forward to getting a gown that doesn't look like a ripped sack of grain. Do you think my enemies will fear me if i look beautiful?", she asked flirtatiously.

"They will fear you and worship you in the same breath my lady. Your beauty will drive them wild with fear and lust, they will pray you show mercy", Osferth said and winked at you once again, noticing Sihtric and other men looked their way, smirking and laughing. "You're too much for them my lady, your beauty and ferocity will turn them to weak men at your feet."

Aemma let out an enchanting laugh that tickled his ear, her arms wrapping around his neck from behind. She planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, before whispering "oh hush, you flatter me too much. But I'll admit it feels good." She winked and took a step back, her hand lingering on him. "You know that flattery will only get you so far?" Her voice was like honey and she tilted her head just so, one of her hands resting lightly on his arm.

Osferth blushed, taken aback for a moment as she hugged him, laughing at her playfulness. "Flattery only gets so far? And what is it that gets you so much further?", he asked nervously, giving her a cute wink.

Uhtred shook his head and Finan grinned widely. "Give her some of your silver and let her buy her trinkets and I'll show you! You know nothing, baby Monk", he said playfully and winked at Aemma. "You want a real man, don't you, sweetcakes?", he asked cockily. She laughed and shook her head, resting it on Osferth's back. "My sweetcakes belong to Osferth, Irishman", she quipped.

Osferth turned bright red at her words and tried keeping his composure. "Oh, uh, I see now, that's what keeps a lady interested. So you mean to tell me that if I buy a lady gifts and trinkets then I'll get whatever I want? Even her... sweetcakes?"

Everyone erupted in laughter and dismounted their horses as they approached Glastonburh's stables. "Oh Osferth, you are a wonder to behold", Aemma giggled and walked up to Uhtred, "I shall see you in the tavern, my knight in shining armour", she said and blew him a kiss.

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13 . . . main story

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: mental breakdown, mention of murder and attempted child sexual assault, abuse.

Kate: I... don’t want him to hurt himself further.

K: I will stay with him, by his side.

K: And... I will think about a way so that Lord Elbert doesn’t have to hurt himself.

Alfons: When you came to find me, I did have an inkling... so it’s like this.

Alfons said in a small voice.

I could hear a faint sadness in his tone,

but when he raised his head, his usual shady smile played on his lips.

Alfons: ...Well, do as you wish. However...

A: Do not take his obsession toward things he ‘wants’ lightly — let me just leave it at that.

I have seen Alfons laugh in such a resigned way countless times now.

To him, my words might have been as good as reckless.

(But... I don’t want to give up. I want to find a way so that Lord Elbert doesn’t have to hurt himself anymore.)

(I have only just learned about a part of his past...)

The moon was already hidden by the clouds, making the room pitch black — so much so, it could have been a deep, deep sea, where not a single ray of light could penetrate.

—— Elbert’s POV ——

Somewhere far away, the sound of waves echoed——

I could hear the sound of waves. I didn’t want to see what happened next in this dream, but despite my wishes, the dream continued.

At that time, I had pierced the doctor’s chest with a pair of scissors.

Elbert: Hah... hah...

Even now, I can vividly remember the feelings of that day.

I felt, back then, that I was able to become ‘beautiful.’

I was a living proof of sin, who had defiled my mother’s name.

I thought that, perhaps, this was the thing I had always wanted, since the beginning.

Elbert: Hah... haah, ha...

Suddenly, the door opened, and I was met with raven black hair. The boy, who would later introduce himself as ‘Alfons,’ stared at me.

I couldn’t remember the conversation we shared that day that well.

But, I could clearly recall what I had asked him the moment he stepped into the room.

Elbert: Hey——am I... beautiful now?

I ran through the hallway, out of breath, my fingers trembling with small, repeated motions in anticipation and in high spirits.

(Father...)

(I, need to let Father know—)

My heart pounded, as if it had gone wild.

At the time, there was not a shred of doubt in my mind that Father would praise me. I fully believed he would.

——Looking back now, though, it had been such a laughable mistake.

Elbert: Father...!

Upon seeing me burst into the room, covered in blood, Father’s eyes widened.

Hugh: Wh... you, is that... blood...?

Elbert: The doctor... attacked me.

E: He tried to do the same thing my real father did to Mother.

Hugh: ...

At the time, I didn’t notice his face go pale.

Elbert: That’s why, I killed him. ...Hey, Father,

E: was I able to atone for my sin?

(Will Mother... forgive me?)

(And smile again, just this once?)

(Will we... be able to be happy again?)

Hugh: Ha... haha... you’ve gone mad...

Elbert: ...Father?

Hugh: Stop right there, and don’t come any closer. Don’t look at me with those eyes.

H: If you really want to atone for your sins, then give her back. Give Cecilia back, give my happiness back... give it all back!!

Father’s anguished cries were ear-splitting.

It was at that time I had finally come to a realization.

In the reflection of myself in his eyes, there was nothing but hatred and fear.

Hugh: Ahh, no, that’s not right... it’s, not your fault...

H: It’s not your fault. I know that... I know...

Father muttered to himself, seemingly in conflict, before he glared at me with tear-soaked eyes.

Hugh: No... It is your fault, that I became like this.

H: You... always make me remember my sadness and my hatred.

H: That’s why I...

H: That’s why I continued to watch you suffer without saying anything, Elbert.

Elbert: Eh...?

Many emotions were flaked off from his expression. I could see no trace of the gentle, kind Father I knew.

Hugh: Yes, that’s right. I know exactly what the butlers and maids do to you.

H: Only when you’re suffering do I feel even a little better.

H: Even when I heard that you were attacked... I could feel no sympathy.

H: Nor could I ever think to myself, ‘Ah, thank goodness you struck back’ with a smile when I hear that you got shot...

Elbert: Fa...ther...

The muzzle of his gun was pointed in my direction in trembling hands.

Hugh: I... I...!!

H: I can no longer stand this hideous self of mine...

I finally understood when the both of us were soaked in blood.

That no matter what I did, I could never give them happiness.

After all, this body of mine, which had been praised as beautiful, was nought but a sham, and my true self was repulsive and hideous.

That’s why——I sought out, I desired, and I collected.

My father’s warm love, and beautiful things that could compensate for the happy days... all of which, I had stolen away.

In the quiet room where I could hear the sound of waves, I pierced a needle through the back of a butterfly.

Once again, I have obtained something beautiful.

With this, surely, the two of them can become happy.

Surely, surely——

—— Kate’s POV ——

After Alfons had finished telling his story, I went to Lord Elbert’s room to visit him.

When I knocked on the door, there was no answer.

(If he’s sleeping, I’ll head back soon...)

When I thought this and quietly turned the doorknob—

Kate: ...!?

Suddenly, a pair of arms came out from inside the room and pulled me into a tight embrace.

Kate: Lord Elbert... Um, sorry to come in at this hour...

K: I was worried about you, so... I came to make sure nothing had happened to you.

Elbert: ...You weren’t there when I woke up, so I was worried.

E: Usually, I end up waking to the smallest of noise...

He murmured worriedly, and he questioned me while I was still against his chest.

Elbert: ...Where did you go?

His tone was heavy as he asked the question, whispering in my ear.

Kate: I... talked a little bit, with Alfons.

I couldn’t tell Lord Elbert that we had been conversing about his past, but I also couldn’t bring myself to lie, and so I gave him a vague answer.

When I did, I could feel the arms around my back grow tighter.

Elbert: ...Just the two of you?

Kate: Eh...? Uhm... yes.

Elbert: ...I don’t want you to be alone with anyone else but me.

E: I can’t bear the thought, of your heart being taken by someone else...

Still embracing me in his arms, Lord Elbert murmured in a monotonous voice.

Kate: No matter what...?

Elbert: ...Mn. ...No matter what.

E: If only... I could be the only one in your eyes.

His breath from his voice grazed my ear, and I felt my cheeks subconsciously get warmer.

(How nice it would be nice if this was a simple jealousy...)

When I thought this, my heart squeezed.

(How nice it would be if the reason Lord Elbert wanted me was because he likes me...)

As if being pierced by needles, my heart hurt all over.

I couldn’t move from where I was, and my breath quickened.

(How nice it would be... if, he wanted to be happy... with me...)

My feelings were caught in my throat, overflowing ceaselessly——

(Ahh, I see... I...)

(I want to be happy... together.)

This sweet, heartrending feeling spilled out, like blood flowing out from an open wound.

(I want to be happy, together... with Lord Elbert.)

(Because, you are sad, and yet so, so kind... and I love you for that.)

Elbert: ...Kate?

Kate: ...!

My breathing had become ragged, and Lord Elbert tried to peer into me.

(...No, this won’t do.)

My heart had long since already been stolen by Lord Elbert.

(But I can’t give that away.)

(If I become his before I can pull him out of this cycle of collecting beautiful things, then...)

(There will be no second chance — that, I was sure of.)

I would simply be decorated in his room as just another one of the things that ‘weren’t beautiful.’

Looking at such things and hurting himself, after all, was probably his atonement.

Elbert: Look here.

Kate: ...

His smooth hands came toward my cheeks, cupping them as he raised my head.

(Lord Elbert...)

When my eyes met with ones that seemed to sink into sadness, I was reminded that the story I heard before was indeed, a story of the past that had actually happened.

The ‘filth’ that flowed through his blood,

the people who pushed the notion of ‘beauty’ on his appearance against his will,

touting about love while hurting him, and Lord Elbert, who accepted all of that.

When I thought about those, anger, sadness, and helplessness bubbled up from inside me.

Elbert: ...Why, do you look so sad?

(What happened to your parents, isn’t your fault.)

(No matter where you were born, no matter what appearance you have, there isn’t a sin anywhere in there.)

(That’s why... please, don’t hurt yourself any more.)

The words threatened to spill out of my throat, and it took all I had to swallow my words down.

And to stop the tears that pricked my eyes from overflowing, I had to bite my inner lip.

Kate: It’s nothing, so... please don’t worry about it.

Elbert: ......That’s a lie.

Kate: It’s true.

In an attempt to not worry Lord Elbert, who was much more sensitive to people’s sadness than most, I put on a smile.

(Right now, telling him that I know about his past, and denying that sin...)

(...would probably hurt Lord Elbert more than help.)

The two most important people in his life had gotten a taste of sadness, and ended up dying.

And he had always felt responsible for that. That was the truth.

If I said something simple like ‘you have never once bore a sin since the beginning,’

that would be the same as denying the days he had spent to atone, and that——would have hurt him as if being hit by violence.

(But, as for what I can do now...)

I looked straight into Lord Elbert’s blue eyes.

Kate: Lord Elbert.

Elbert: ...What is it?

Kate: From now on, please, tell me about yourself more.

Elbert: About me...? Why...?

(So that, someday,)

(you can be freed from having to atone... or that’s how it should be, right?)

Lord Elbert killed his kind heart,

collected beautiful things, and continued to hurt himself.

I wanted to believe that, within the things he did, there was a fleeting hope.

(How can I help Lord Elbert forgive himself, and end this atonement?)

(I want a clue for that——so that I can save you.)

(That’s why, I have to know more about you.)

Kate: ...Naturally, my heart won’t be stolen by someone I don’t know well, you know?

K: That’s why, I would like you to tell me more... about what you’re feeling.

Elbert: ...If I do tell you, will you become mine?

Kate: That... I don’t know yet.

K: But, it is possible.

Elbert: ...Alright, then. I will do my best to tell you as much as I can, about my feelings.

His arms loosened around me, and I could finally catch my breath.

(Ah...)

I should be relieved, but instead I ended up feeling lonely, and in a panic, I looked down at the floor.

Kate: Well then, I will return to my room now. Good night, Lord Elbert.

Elbert: Good night...

I turned away to try to leave, but...

Elbert: ...Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

As if chasing after me, I heard his voice from behind me, and I turned back around without thinking.

Elbert: When we say good night to each other like this... it makes me ‘happy.’

Kate: ...?

My heartbeat sounded loud to me at those words.

Seemingly unaware of my trembling, Lord Elbert tilted his head.

Elbert: Was this, what you meant when you said ‘tell me more about yourself?’

(...O-oh, I see...)

(He’s doing as I said and telling me how he’s feeling now.)

Kate: ...Yes... that’s right.

K: ...I’m, also happy.

Elbert: ...I see. ...I’m glad.

Kate: ...Uhm, well then, I’ll excuse myself now.

My heart was throbbing as it loudly beat in my ears, and in an attempt to hide it, I left the room in a panic.

(I have to calm down...)

(The only reason Lord Elbert said what he did was because he wanted to ‘have’ me, and in order to do so, he complied with my request.)

My heart was still beating loudly, and I told myself not to hold any strange expectations.

(But...)

(At the very least, he does have a deep affection for me, right?)

Deep enough that he told me directly that exchanging goodnights made him ‘happy.’

(And that really, truly makes me happy...)

(But—)

Not being able to express that happiness openly to him, was agonizing.

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For some reason, I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve done proper fanart that isn’t just my short little sketches or ocs, so I made this

Alright, first picture, so in my Dark Mode team I have both Cherry Blossom and Dark Choco, not to mention they were originally part of one of my early teams, and I thought to myself that they could probably get along. Mainly, I was thinking that people tend to make Dark Choco like, the Babysitter of kid Cookies, and I was thinking that Cherry Blossom feels like she’d be an actual babysitter, so that’s sort of where their dynamic comes from. As shown here, Cherry Blossom just likes being friendly with Dark Choco, and while he’s a little put off at first, he eventually comes around and they become friends who enjoy tea together. Also, they have some sort of babysitters club going on, considering that they’re the main two people call. Caramel Arrow has also wanted to join the club, but ever since “the incident”, she’s been banned from babysitting

Also I don’t ship these two, I just think they’d be friends

Next, so because I was doing both Crunchy Dreams and Might of the Ancients events, I tended to have Milky Way and Dark Cacao both on my team, so I just decided that they’re friends now. I unfortunately don’t know anything about Milky Way’s character other than what I’ve seen just from her gameplay, so I don’t know how accurate this is, but I just like to think Dark Cacao’s just like “this is mine now” and now it’s his new kid. Milky Way just goes with it

I feel like Milky Way looks weird, but I didn’t know how to draw her. It’s mostly the eyes

Then I wanted to draw Pink Choco and White Choco, because personally, I feel like if any of the Chocos were to be related, it would be these two, given how similar they look. So I say they’re sisters. Not sure which one’s older though. I mean appearance wise, White Choco looks older, but honestly I’m kind of leaning towards the idea of Pink Choco being older

I also tried designing Pink Choco without her helmet, but I’m not sure about how it looks. I mean yeah it wouldn’t be in her face since we don’t see it in her helmet, but I’m still not sure about it

Anyways, so the final thing here is me trying to come up with a design for the Strawberry Jam Sword’s possessed armor. I know it doesn’t really fit in with the rest of the drawings but I wanted to draw it here, okay? Mostly I just blended design elements from the Sovereign of Darkness and the armor we see in the Black Citadel, along with the cursed weapons. When it takes Dark Choco’s body, it changes more into the Sovereign of Darkness

Anyways yeah. To be honest I’m kind of rushing this because I don’t remember how long I’ve been sitting here and I need to go get dinner before it closes. Hope you enjoy!