#i'm sorry master poof

[thewitchblue]

"Yes, my mom is a witch. Yes, my birth parents sold me to her. No, I do not hate her. She treats me like I'm her own son. Does that answer all your questions?"

Tim asked with crossed arms. Batman and his family recently discovered you, his witch mum, and now refuse to let it go. They've been badgering him all day.

"How does that work? How did Bruce adopt you if you already have a family?"

Dick was so confused. How did Tim hide you for so long? How did he sneak out when he lives with a family of detectives? Tim merely sighed and explained,

"My mom told me it's okay. She said I'm magically hers, so a sheet of paper means nothing. She knew my path would always lead me here, so she didn't stop me. She trusts that I will make good decisions for myself."

You had kissed his forehead that day and gave him a hug before telling him he's always your baby and you want him to follow the path he forges for himself.

"Can we meet her?"

Dick asked. He wanted to know more about Tim's secret mother figure. Why did Tim keep you from them?

Tim paused. He didn't know how good of an idea that would be. He loved you dearly, but you are introverted like him. He wouldn't want to meet the family, especially with how huge it got over the years, so why would you want to meet them? Tim conceded,

"I'll ask her, but she would have to come here. Her home is impossible to break into with all the wards and all the magic she poured into our home -- that's irrelevant. I'll ask if she wants to come over. Don't be surprised if she popped in during dinner."

With all that said, Tim was out the door, leaving the family with millions of questions. They knew they wouldn't be able to trail Tim without him knowing. You seemed impossible to reach anyway.

You seemed to ponder Tim's request for what feels like forever. You love your solitude, but you decided that you love Tim more. You asked him seriously,

"Do you want me to go or are they forcing you to ask?"

Tim considered his feelings for a moment. Does he want to keep you selfishly to himself, or does he want to share? He's not sure. He's positive you would hit it off with Bruce, and that might lead to you joining the family and eventually tying him to them permanently. He admits,

"I'm not sure. You'd love them, but I don't trust that you'll be treated with the respect you deserve."

Your gaze softened and you lightly kissed his cheek. You told him,

"Little dove, you do not have to force me on the family if you don't want to. I love you and you are the only one to make this decision."

He didn't like that you turned the decision onto him, but he should have expected as much. You hated making decisions. He decided after a couple of minutes,

"I... I want you to meet them."

You took his hand in yours and teleported both of you into the manor. Tim hugged you tightly the entire time it took to teleport. He loved you, but teleporting sucks to experience. It feels like reality itself warped like one of the circus mirrors and suddenly poof.

You're standing in the middle of dinner, like he told them you would do. Tim's hand was still in yours as you looked through the room. Your eyes finally landed on Alfred, and you walked over to him.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you. You must be Bruce."

You took Alfred's hand in yours and shook it with a kind smile. The kids all snickered at the offended Bruce. It's partially true that Alfred is a father figure, but ouch.

"Miss, master Bruce is at the head of the table."

You didn't seem embarrassed at all as you walked to Bruce with Tim trailing behind you.

"I'm sorry about my abrupt entrance. It's good to meet the part-time father to my little dove."

Bruce watched you carefully. You seem like a nice person. No wonder Tim turned out so kind.

You sat down with Tim on one side and Dick on the other side. You took a deep breath before saying,

"Ask your questions."

Tim gave you a shocked look. You evaded questions like the plague. Why is it so different now?

Well, it's different because your Timmy cares about them, and they would obviously have a lot more personal questions than questions from a stranger.

"How did you meet Tim?"

Dick asked at your side. You smiled and looked at Tim with soft eyes. You delved into the story,

"He must have been two or three when his parents found me in the forest outside my house. Everybody knows about the witch in the woods who grants wishes for a price."

You sighed. You hate your reputation, but there's nothing you can do about it. You continued,

"A couple appeared with a toddler. I originally thought they would ask for an illness to go away in their child, but instead they offered the toddler holding his mother's hand in exchange for riches."

You frowned. Tim knew you always get upset by the story and wrapped an arm around you protectively.

"I thought to myself. 'Why would anyone offer me their child?' But, I ultimately decided he would be better off with me, so I accepted. I took tiny Tim in my arms, and he melted into my arms. It seemed like he had never been hugged before me, and it broke my heart. The magical contract was signed, and the couple walked off child-free and rich."

All eyes turned to Tim. He told them a different story of his childhood, but what did they expect? For him to disclose, his parents abandoned him to a witch and subsequently was raised by said witch? Sure, there are crazier backstories, but that would look terrible from any angle. It would look like a kidnapping when it was really more like saving. You saved Tim from the pain of growing up in a loveless home. You save him from the pain of cold isolation. You raised him, praised him, and adored him. He was your child, no matter the DNA.

You didn't even want kids until Tim was in your arms. You became the mother all children deserve to have regardless of your lack of desire for children.

The story seemed to satisfy most of their major questions. Jason eventually asked,

"Why did you let him join us?"

You smiled and ruffled Tim's hair affectionately, who grumbled in a very disgruntled tone.

"This one loved Batman, and he thought he needed a Robin. I told him to follow his own path. He'll always be my son, both magically and in our hearts."

Bruce was beginning to like you. However, they were all a bit salty about the fact that none of them have a mother. Dick grinned and elbowed Bruce.

"That just means you have to give us a mother to make it even. Tim can't be the only one with a mom."

You laughed, but Tim looked like he was contemplating bringing you into a relationship with Bruce. Bruce asked,

"Would the magic transfer if you got married?"

You shook your head. You decided to be kind and elaborated,

"Tim is strictly mine for as long as I live according to the signed contract I made with his original parents."

Bruce didn't like that Tim isn't his son and never will be. You gave a contemplating hum. Technically, there is a way, but it would never happen. You weren't very interested in the second option. Still, you told him,

"Unless we married magically. Then we are tied together, and that means Tim would be tied to my husband indirectly. He would still have no real authority, but he'd have a small claim over him."

That caught Bruce's attention. He has a chance to keep Tim more permanently. He asked,

"What does it mean to marry magically? What's the difference?"

You quirked an eyebrow at him. Why was he so curious? You didn't have plans to marry. Then again, you didn't plan to have a child either. Sure, you've helped a few people with their fertility issues, but it was a joke to ask for their firstborn.

"We sign a contract that would tie our souls together. We could sign a legal document as well, but the magical contract must be signed for the claim to settle."

Tim whispered in your ear soft enough for only you to hear,

"Mom, will you marry Bruce? I want to be his son."

You straightened in your chair. You were startled by the request and asked back equally quietly,

"Are you sure? This is your soul, Tim, not just some flimsy legal document."

Tim nodded. He already figured he'd be part of the family, but he wanted to make it more permanent.

"I'm sure, mom."

You sighed softly in your spot. You were so weak for your Tim. You'd give anything to make him happy. You frowned before conceding,

"If you can convince him."

Tim kissed your forehead gratefully and began negotiating with Bruce and feeling out the situation. Dick took your hand in his and said to you light-heartedly,

"I'm gaining a mom after all."

And that is how the Batfamily gained Batmom. What a mess.

[7seas-of-ryy]

I Need You | Part 8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Author’s Note: Thank you all for your patience! I already started part 9 and will hopefully have it for you guys tomorrow <3

Summary: Forgiveness is a big part of healing but it is harder than it seems.

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: angst, let me know if I need to add any others :)

As you went to find Azriel, you were stopped by Rhys. He asked if you could come with him to his office to talk and you agreed.

"You seem to be doing better?" Your high lord said, not sure if it was a statement or a question

"Yeah, I just had a talk with Elain and cleared everything up." You told him

"Cleared everything up? You say that as if it was a simple miscommunication. You had one talk and poof," he waved his hands, "you've forgiven her?" he asked

"Rhys, holding onto all of the pain in my heart has been one of the hardest things I've ever been through. Plus, she was never very close to me." you stated

"You don't have to be close with someone to be decent to them. She hurt you and that's not okay." he countered

"Well, you know Elain, she's been through so much-" you started but a sigh from your friend cut you off.

"So have you, stop making excuses for her. Listen, I'm telling you this because I care about you. You are entirely too nice, and you need to start putting yourself first for once. I'm not saying you have to hate her but you need to work through your feelings before letting everyone off the hook." he told you

You understood what he meant, you had been so eager to fix everything. So desperate to make everything normal again that you hadn't been thinking about yourself.

"I love how much you care about us but please stop worrying about our feelings more than your own. We want to be here for you, so let us." He added with a smile

With a new mindset, you got up to go. You had to find Azriel, even if you weren't ready to forgive him you needed answers. As you reached the door, Rhys spoke again.

"One last thing, Azriel has been punishing himself over this more than any of us could. I don't want you to just let him off the hook, but keep that in mind when you talk to him. He knows he messed up." he told you.

With a nod at your High Lord, you went to find Az.

You turned down a hallway and felt a shadow wrap around your wrist and tug you toward the library. It was as if it knew you were looking for it's master.

Azriel was sitting at one of the big chairs made to fit his wings. He looked up and stood as you entered.

"We need to talk. I have so many questions for you and things I need to say. I don't even know where to begin. " you told him

"I do. I owe you a million apologies. I am so sorry I stood you up. I promise I will make it up to you no matter how long it takes. Please tell me if there is anything I can do to make it better." Az pleaded

"All I need right now is answers. Why did you pull away from me? You were my best friend and all of the sudden one day, you weren't." the words you had been wanting to say finally coming out

"I...I don't know." he stuttered

"Bullshit," you said immediately, "I know you, and you wouldn't do that if there wasn't a reason. Did I do something to you?"

"What? No... I just..." Az could barely get any words out.

You stood there looking expectantly at him.

"I love you. No, I'm IN love with you. I'm infatuated with you. You are everything to me and that terrifies me. I let down everyone I love and now I let you down too." the spymaster confessed

Before you would even put a sentence together, he continued.

"I see you in everything that makes me happy, in everything that brings me life. You are in the wind as I fly, in the stars that I stay up and watch at night. You are in every breath that fills my lungs. I've said it before and I will say it again. You are all of the light in my dark life. There is no life worth living without you." His chest was heaving by the end of his words

Your eyes were wide. You wanted to run and embrace him but you were still confused and hurt.

"If all of what you just said is true, then why did you choose Elain over me time and time again?" Tears filled your eyes as you questioned the male.

"I was a fool. A terrified, madly in love fool. For some reason, I never got it right. I pushed all my feelings aside so I wouldn't lose you. I couldn't bare the thought of you not loving me back. Once Elain came along I knew it would be so much easier to keep myself occupied with her. It was stupid and I regret it, you have to believe me." Azriel told you

"I do. But that doesn't make it ok. And you used Elain, that was not fair to her," you sighed and paused, "I suppose I wasn't being fair by blaming you for everything either. Az, I'm upset that you stood me up but what happened to me was not your fault."

He needed to hear that last sentence but for some reason it broke him.

"If I had been there, maybe I could have stopped it" He choked out through tears and fell to his knees in front of you.

You went to him and put both your hands on his face and made him look at you.

"The only person responsible for my pain is the one who tortured me. You had no way of knowing what was going to happen and I am so sorry for making you feel like it was your fault. I was hurt and angry and took it out on you and that wasn't right," You told him, "I mean, don't get me wrong, you still have a lot of groveling to do for standing me up but stop beating yourself up for the rest of it."

"I can grovel, I love groveling. I'll grovel for the rest of my life if I have to." He spoke

"How about we start with being friends again? It'll take some time for me to forgive and trust you but I'm willing to try if you are." You offered

The spymaster was a little hurt at the word 'friends' but he knew he had to prove himself. Hopefully he could show you he would be better and eventually you two could be something more.

For now, he would accept your friendship.

You both hung out for the rest of the day, catching each other up on whatever was going on in your lives. It didn't immediately feel like how it was before but it was comfortable between you two at least. Eventually it was time for dinner and drinks.

Rhys, Cass, Az, Feyre, Nesta and you all ate a lovely dinner together and then the drinks started. Everyone was enjoying themselves.

Cass said we needed to let loose and began dancing, Feyre immediately joining him.

"They're awful dancers." Nesta spoke with a look of horror on her face watching her mate

You giggled and your body felt light. You felt a glimmer of hope as if everything would eventually be alright.

Cassian and Feyre made their way over to where you, Az, Nesta, and Rhys sat. They made a few awful attempts to get the other three to dance. Once they realized those three wouldn't budge, they put all their efforts to you.

"C'mon y/n, I know you want to dance!" Cass spoke, wiggling his body at odd angles toward you. You shook your head no and threw it back in laughter.

"Please! I'd love to dance with a pretty little thing like you!" Feyre shouted.

Rhys, Az, and Nesta all continued laughing at their High Lady's antics while you and Cass froze.

The two of you stared at each other, sobering up at those words. A look of pain took over Cassian's face as he watched you. You felt your throat start to close up as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

"What's going on?" Az asked, jumping up and assessing the room for a threat.

A few moments of silence passed.

"Tassarion called y/n a pretty little thing when he kidnapped us." Cass told the group, the room growing solemn.

"I'm sorry y/n..." Feyre told you

"You couldn't have known," you said, "I'm kind of tired anyways. I think I'm done for the night."

You began the walk up to your room and Cassian grabbed your arm as you walked past him. He was giving you a look and you just nodded and gave him a small smile in return. You didn't need words to know what he meant. He was there for you if you needed him.

Patting his hand that was holding your arm, you continued to your room and he let you go.

The next couple of days went the same. You would feel like it was a good day and then something would happen that would bring you right back to that dungeon. Azriel was always there helping you through it.

He made sure he was there for you every second you needed him and you were grateful. With his and the rest of the inner circle's help, you got through a couple weeks.

You felt your trust for Az growing everyday. He had started training you again and you were feeling stronger everyday.

You were sat in the library, surrounded by books. Working on a few things for Rhys when you realized you hadn't seen Elain since you spoke to her that day. You raised your head from the book to look at Az, who was reading his own book across from you.

"Where has Elain been?" You asked bluntly

"She's been with Lucien and Jurian" He told you

"Oh? What's she doing there?" You asked

Realizing you weren't going to stop until you got answers, he put his book down, "I talked with her and apologized for using her the way I did. She was still upset with me but I told her that I was also upset with her. Y/N, she knew what she was doing that night, trying to keep me from you. And the flowers? I don't care how embarrassed she was, she couldn't even take the time to see you in person? And couldn't bother to write the note herself? Then after all of that and seeing what happened to you, the only reason you both talked was because you went to her. You may be able to forgive her already but I am not." he said

"So you sent her away?" you couldn't believe him

"No, of course not. She decided to go with him. She said she was going to give the mating bond a chance and also give us some space at the same time." Az answered

"Oh" you responded dumbly, not knowing what to say

"I will work for the rest of my life to gain your full trust and forgiveness back. I know how much pain we both caused you, her having one conversation with you does not change anything. I understand and respect that you must forgive her in order to help yourself but I don't have to do any such thing. I hope you will respect my decision." he said

"I do" you told him

A few of his shadows reached out and slowly curled around you. They had been more hesitant since you shooed them away at the table that day. You smiled at them and more came over to you.

You went back to your work with the comfort of the shadows nuzzled into your hair.

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[qcomicsy]

The office but it's just the Batfamily.

Batman/Bruce, in the middle of a huge argument in the diner room: I have no favorites.

Batman (to the camera): My favorite is Cass. She can neutralize every single one of us.

Camera on cass eating a bagel, while Bruce narrates: And I respect that.

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Duke: Cass.

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Cass: Duke.

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Steph: Cassie!

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Selina: You know who it is.

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Jason (to the camera): Dick? Oh that's so fucking easy it's the gremilin

Tim (To the camera): It's the gremlin.

Oracle/Babs (To the camera): Damian.

Steph: Evil child.

Damian: Me.

Dick as nightwing in a rooftop walking around with his hands: Oh my god, I can't belive you even asked me this??! We are all a big ass family and- We just keep going, like there's so many people here who I never saw before snd they just *poof* keep spalming and- Like cmon guys get a grip-

Dick (To the camera): *sight*

Dick:... It's Damian.

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Jason (To the camera) without batting an eye: Tim.

Cameraman: I'm sorry- *checks notes* I'm confused... Didn't you to- Tried. to kill Tim Drake once?

Jason:

Jason: So?

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Tim (To the camera): I feel like I should say Bruce....

Tim: I mean it needs to be someone I admire, respect, enjoy and stand up for despite all flaws.

Tim: Like despite every single wrongs right?

Tim:

Tim:

Tim, horrofied: Oh my god it's Jason.

Jason on the other side of the window behind Tim wearing a full Red-Hood atire and holding a cellphone gen 1: HA-HA.

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Alfred (to the camera): It's not Master Bruce.

Bruce: Alfred? Definitely not me.

Dick: It's Bruce.

Alfred (to the camera): You don't raise as many children as the fate bring to your doorstep by yourself, take care of their wounds, wait for them in a cold night without getting any type of rest until you receive a single sign indicating that they got home safe and then get the luxury to choose.

Alfred (To the camera): I wouldn't even consider the luxury of choosing.

Alfred, serving tea at the dinner table: You all made my hair go gray equally.

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Babs (To the camera): Me.

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Damian: This is ridiculous, obviously I would pick my father.

Damian to the camera: Nightwing.

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Harley: I'm not even sure how y'all let me be part of this.

Camera man: We didn't-

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Commissioner Gordon ( To the camera): If I'm being honest I feel like I resent every single one of them.

Commissioner Gordon: Except of course, my daughter.

[zu-is-here]

Zu, have you seen the sexy poll man is back and like... Like they put Horror vs Error. It's not fair, Horror has to win against him. Oh, or we put Error on a rocket in Outertale and poof, no more Error. That way Horror wins, because he's a thousand times sexier than Error ♡*･゜ﾟ･*\(^O^)/*･゜ﾟ･*♡

And they put Cross against Dust, and for ten minutes I froze in front of it: who do I choose? Sorry Dust, maybe next year ˞͛꒰๑ऀ •̆ꈊ͒ू•̆๑ऀ꒱

Oh and imagine Epic winning the poll, that would be a great moment, really funny. The Memes Master unanimously voted sexiest, Cross will be very proud of his dude ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

Otherwise, it would be great fun to see Error lose in the final (after all, there's never a dull moment. Well, the proverb is better in French, like "jamais deux sans trois", if you translate it literally " never two without three". It's more in keeping with what I was saying) (⁠*⁠꒪⁠ヮ⁠꒪⁠*⁠)

The most important message of my little outburst is:

Horror has to win, we have to create a league for it, or a religion, as you prefer o͡͡͡͡͡͡╮꒰♡∇♡*꒱╭o͡͡͡͡͡͡

I say a lot of stupid things when I'm tired, sorry (´；ω；`)

I'm watching it intensely! (｀・∀・´)✧

That was so unfair indeed, Horror had no chances against Error... (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) But don't be sad, I feel like he'll be avenged in the end >:)

I'm really glad Murder was in this year poll too, but now it's Cross VS Swap... My heart is torn between two best soldiers ♡_(:3 」∠)_

OH that would be epic indeed! (≧∀≦) Sadly, this time Reaper wins, and I have some silly hopes for Reaper VS Geno... ♪

I guess most of us are waiting for Error to become the second again — the third time in a row, it'll be the greatest joke ever XD

Horror is always in our hearts (〃ω〃) It's not stupid at all, thank you so much for sharing your feelings! ♡

[hoebii]

Black Mamba XII

Pairing : OT7 x Hybrid! Reader Genre : Angst, Fluff, Hybrid!Au Rating: nc-17 Warning : Violence, swearing, mental breakdowns, weapons (mentioned), toxic thoughts, blood • Information above may change as the story progresses Wc : 1.3k Betas : @moccahobi​​ Banner and divider : @jaeism​ Wanna be tagged? Complete this form A/N : *taps mic* I'm alive and I'm sorry for going poof for so long but I hope you guys enjoy this chapter even though the wait wasn't worth it at all I know Feedback is always appreciated! *runs and trips and then runs away again into the darkness*

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You were jolted out of your thoughts when you felt someone place a plate of food on the dining room table in front of you. You looked up to see Kevin beside you, briefly giving you a nod of acknowledgement before moving on to serve the others who sat around the table. You nodded your head in gratitude, pulling the plate closer to you and fiddling with the silverware already set on the table. 

You had been getting lost in your head more often recently. Ever since the past started visiting you, disguised as nightmares, you started to sleep less - not wanting to be thrusted back into moments of your life you no longer wished to be a part of. 

When Namjoon adopted you, you wished to leave everything behind, no longer to be tied down to your dark past. 

Though who were you kidding? You could never run from the atrocities that you once committed.

The things you had done could never be excused, there was no redemption for you.

You tried to push the thoughts back but each time you tried, the voices came back stronger. 

You know you don’t deserve this luxurious life. These people who show you nothing but kindness deserve a lot more than what you can give them.

You were broken out of your reverie when the sound of chatter and laughter reached your ear, cutting through the dark clouds that took place in your mind. Looking up, you watched as the masters conversed amongst themselves at the dinner table while being served.

You still remember the first day they had invited you to have food with them - which was the first day you were adopted - and how Taehyung had given his seat to you as there weren’t enough chairs for all eight of you to sit together, much to Yoongi’s chagrin. 

You had offered to simply eat in the kitchen or even the floor if needed, though the horrified looks on everyone’s faces had made you realise that wasn’t an option. After that, they had bought a bigger dining table, one that would fit everyone.

Your eyes met Hoseok’s, who was sitting opposite to you with Yoongi and Jimin on either side of him. Namjoon sat at the head of the table and Taehyung and Jungkook sitting on either side of you, the other chair at the head of the table empty.

Hoseok gave you a smile before returning his attention to the conversation he was having with Yoongi.

Namjoon cleared his throat to grab everyone’s attention at the table. Shooting you a smile of his own when his eyes met yours before looking at the others too.

“So I was thinking,” he started. “None of us have properly introduced ourselves and what we do to Y/N here. Why don’t we do so right now?”

Your interest piqued at that, sitting up straight and focusing all your attention at Namjoon.

“I’ll go first,” he offered, never losing the gentle smile he always seemed to have when speaking to the inhabitants of the house. “I’m a lawyer, as I told you before. A criminal lawyer to be more specific.”

“I’m your typical businessman,” Jimin continued right after Namjoon without missing a beat as he gave you a cheeky smile.

You looked at Hoseok when he laughed, wanting to know the reason behind it. 

“Don’t let him fool you, Y/N. He’s the CEO of HJ Enterprise, alongside me. He’s anything but a typical businessman, he can charm your whole company under his name if you’re not careful.”

Your eyes widened at that, making Hoseok laugh out louder while Jimin hit his shoulder playfully with a scoff.

“Owner of Ddaeng Bar,” Yoongi mumbled, looking bored as ever as he gave a small wave with his fingers. 

Though you wouldn’t say Yoongi liked you now, he was more tolerant towards you. Rather than scoffing or leaving the place whenever you entered, he took to simply ignoring you unless needed otherwise. On a good day, he might even speak to you unprompted! Mostly to notify you about one of the other masters looking for you or such but a win was a win and you had no right to complain.

“He opened Ddaeng purely for getting free alcohol whenever he wants,” you heard Taehyung stage-whisper into your ear. You didn’t react like you once would at being startled, rather only stiffening before relaxing just as quickly. 

You had gotten the closest to Taehyung, with him always trying to spend his free time with you or giving you compliments whenever he had the chance. You weren’t used to getting so much attention, so at first you used to fumble for words and try to leave the place with one excuse or another but Taehyung stayed persistent.

Whenever you would try to leave, he would follow you around like the puppies you used to see back in the adoption centre. If that wasn’t possible then you found Taehyung sulking around until you would speak to him again. 

There was an instance where Jin had seen Taehyung sulking after you had once again ran away from him and he made a joke about how Taehyung seems to prefer your company more than theirs. You didn’t know why but watching the other masters - except Yoongi, who simply watched the scene unfold - join in with Jin’s joke made your face feel so warm. It was truly a peculiar feeling, the warmth that spread throughout your body.

It was especially confounding when Jimin made a comment about how he was jealous, to which Jungkook also agreed and you feared you were falling sick with the way your heartbeat spiked and face flushed even more. 

Was this normal? You couldn't tell if you should have been more concerned or not.

Although you had to admit that even though you didn’t want to and it was in no way voluntary, you had started to trust Taehyung a little. He was slowly becoming someone you dared to say that you enjoyed the company of. Someone you felt like you could share what was on your mind without thinking too much about the protocols you would surely be breaking if you were back at the lab.

It scared you how much you were slowly starting to break all those trainings that were ingrained into you, never to be forgotten or broken.

Or so you thought but with all those protocols that were purely there to make sure you were but a mere robotic killing machine slipping away, you felt lost and stranded. Fight as you might, you couldn't help lowering your guard and disregard the dangers that may come with doing so the more you got to stay with your masters.

It was only a matter of time before they would leave you and you still took these risks. What were you becoming? This was not what you were created as.

Before you could drown farther into the abyss, you were brought back to present yet again as you heard a dismissive grunt escape Yoongi’s throat, once more settling your attention on the ongoing conversation.

“And what about it?” Yoongi grumbled, narrowing his eyes at Taehyung. 

The younger laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender before he turned to you again, ignoring the question that was thrown his way. 

“I’m a fashion designer,” he started, puffing his chest out in pride. “If you couldn’t tell yet by my immaculate taste in fashion.”

Jungkook from your other side snorted, making you turn to him next. “I’m sorry, does the Stitch onesie fall under this ‘immaculate fashion taste’ too?”

“Yes.”

Jungkook laughed louder at the offended look Taehyung shot him, grinning mischievously before giving you a wink. “I’m in the automotive industry, founder of JK Car Manufacturer. I’ll get you the best cars out there, ones that are fast enough to help you escape after robbing a bank.”

“Pretty sure that’s illegal” you stated, raising your eyebrows.

“I know,” he replied, the cheshire grin never leaving his face.

Namjoon cleared his throat, shooting Jungkook a look you weren’t able to quite decipher but it made the younger lean back into his chair and whistle innocently.

Did you miss something?

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[kokiriofthevalley]

My silly little Link headcannons

hii again I'm very bored rn sooo

again for Zelda, it's only the major ones, sorry obscure link fans

also wtf is this gif I found 😭😭

Skyward Sword

✯has the biggest crush on his Zelda bc they're so close

✯like it's VERY obvious how they feel about eachother

✯His fav flavour of ice cream is Oreo ice cream but he also loves toffee and vanilla too

✯He can talk but he prefers sign language (dialect of sign language may vary on preference ((like ASL or BSL or LSE, ect)) ) and talks to save time in an emergency in case the other person may not know sign, but DOES sign if they do

For this one, I thought about the cutscenes where he's explaining something (like the current location or condition of Zelda) to another character and we can see his mouth moving.

✯no because if video games existed in skyloft, i just know that he's playing stardew valley and papas freezeria. I can feel it in my BONES

✯Definitely woke up under his bed once and hit his head on the bedframe

✯him and Groose have insult battles but then they get ice cream together after

Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask

✯somebody get this poor boy a therapist and a hug PLEASE

Twilight Princess

✯it felt natural to him when he transformed using the Zora mask in mm, because both the models for adult link and Zora link are the same size

✯mute

✯i think he played the ocarina like a recorder (aka with no experience at all) and did each note individually and the magic of the ocarina of time was probably like "there is NO WAY that I'm letting this kid tarnish my reputation goddamit" and made the songs sound nicer after he had played all the notes

✯forgot once that he was a kid again and walked to Romani ranch to get some chateau Romani and was genuinely surprised when Cremia said no

✯Had more of a genuine connection to Midna, but still had a friendship with princess Zelda

Wind Waker

✯felt a strange familial connection to the hero of shades when he met him and made link want to find out who the hero of shades was

✯does NOT like how short he is when he transforms into a wolf

✯Best poker face in history

Breath of the Wild

✯Gives Aryll piggybacks when she wants

✯would gladly eat his grandma's soup for the rest of his life

✯His grandma gave him the recipe to her soup when he left to discover the new Hyrule

✯Has the most major and unhidable (that's not a word but who cares) side eye in the history of time

✯If the events of WW didn't happen, I think he would have grown up to be a cartographer or he would REALLY like making his own maps

✯sorry to get all angsty but I don't think he wanted to kill Ganondorf. I just don't. I don't think either of them wanted to kill eachother. I feel like Link feels guilty about it because it's so obvious that it was only self defense after the triforce was touched by king Daphnes and it literally drove Ganondorf insane

Tbh I'd go crazy too if something I had wanted so badly got taken by another person even tho I literally got SEALED IN ANOTHER FUCKING REALM FOR A LONG AMOUNT OF TIME for it

Again sorry for no totk for this one pls no spoilers

✯Gets ambushed by Yiga so many times that he knows their names

*Yiga poofs into existence* "IM HERE TO KILL YOU LINK, IN REVENGE FOR MASTER KOHGA!!!!"

"oh hi jerry, nice weather eh?" -link

✯After he saved princess Zelda, he took a nap that lasted 4 ENTIRE days

✯not even the sound of kass' accordion could wake his ass up

✯very obvious but if he wasn't a knight, he would be a chef. Not sous chef. He would be head chef.

✯His hands are probably rough as hell from all that Hero Of Hyrule™-ing he has done

✯despite being able to lift heavy objects, his arms are still noodles

[malinastharlock]

Qui-Gon Jinn: GUYS I FOUND THE CHOSEN ONE!

Council Member: Master Qui-Gon we've already gone over this. Just because a force witch group conceives a child with the force doesn't mean it's the chosen one. Like this is the 4th time this month! Where'd you find this one? Tatoonie?

Qui-Gon Jinn: Actually yeah, I did! I won him in a podrace.

Council Member: ...you took time off during a mission to go gamble?

Qui-Gon Jinn: No no we needed parts to repair our ship and he was a package deal.

Yoda: Even worse that is!

Mace Windu: And what do you mean you “won” him?

Qui-Gon Jinn: He was a slave. I did business with a slave trader.

The Entire Jedi Council: …Qui-Gon, what the fuck, man?!

Yoda: (Shaking his head) Why Dooku left us, this is…

Mace Windu: One nice thing about these meetings with Qui-Gon is that they're never boring.

Ki-Adi-Mundi: Way to find a silver lining.

Mace Windu: Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to spend two hours listening to someone drone on and on about how they had to escort a politician around, or do you want to hear about the latest wacky adventure Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan went on?

Yoda: Mm, a fair point he makes. A new rule establish, we shall. Popcorn and refreshments be provided, before give his report, Qui-Gon does.

Council Member: I vote Master Yarael Poof gets the Popcorn and Refreshments.

[ickmick]

Novelvember week 3

prompt: yet another incorrect quote, which is at the end of the fic :3

duo or ship: tango/grian with plenty of impulse & grian interaction!

A certain pesky bird goes poking through the local dungeon master's storage unit. After getting caught red handed, he flees to tell a fellow hermit, seeking advice for his rising feelings.

OR

Grian has a gay panic over Tango making out with him and tells Impulse all about it before promptly deciding physical touch is not currently Fun.

ao3 link | week one | week two

pssst... wanna see the full drawing? click here! <3

breif warning for a sort of anxiety attack at the very end. its not described in much detail, mostly just discomfort with physical touch.

Pacing the length of the entry room in Impulse's base, Grian grumbles a bit and checks his communicator again. The device was silent, cold metal pressing into his palms as he gripped it. Where is he? It's already been ten minutes, and the avian had thought Impulse was nearby. 

As he starts typing out another DM, the sound of rockets got close. Grian perks, wings raising as he looks for the source. There, incoming fast on glossy metal dragonfly wings, was the man of the hour.

“Hey! Sorry for taking a while, you know how Zed gets after cuddling,” The daemon calls with a chuckle when he's close enough. Through Impulse's many mentions of it, yes, he did know. There had been a few times he'd seen it himself, too.

Distantly, he recalls years long past where Tango had teased both Zedaph and Impulse for it. An uncomfortable jealousy rises, despite not having any reason to be. Not only was Tango very much not dating the two anymore, but Grian didn't have a connection like that to any of them. So it didn't make much sense to feel this way.

Impulse lands with an oomph next to Grian, furry whip-thin tail stretching out in an instinctive balancing act. It brings the avian back to the now relatively quickly. “How are you?” 

Frowning, he stays quiet for a second as the taller man closes his elytra and pushes his flight goggles up. “I think you know that,” Grian replies finally, a whine in his voice.

“Is it that bad?” Impulse asks, furrowing his brows while trying not to look too amused. When the avian just groans and turns away to keep pacing, he rolls his eyes fondly. “Come in, come in. Do you want a drink or something to eat, maybe?”

They go inside, and Grian hops up onto the island counter in the kitchen while the taller man gets out two glasses. Swinging his feet lightly, he sighs again. Heavily.

“Grian… buddy, I can't help you if you don't talk to me. I may give decent advice, but only when I know the situation.” Pouring water for them, the daemon walks over and holds one glass out. “Come on, what'd Tango do?”

The amused look on Impulse’s face only serves to make him more pouty. But after taking a long sip of water, Grian indignantly flaps his ear wings and looks away. “Well, it's confusing! He's confusing! He kissed me!”

Raising a brow, his friend sat in one of the bar stools. “Doesn't he, uh, always do that?” Pointing a finger limply at Grian, he adds, “I thought you two were in a loose QPR or something?”

“Yeah-!” Exasperation laces his exclamation, and his wings poof up. “But this was different!” His cheeks got warm, and he quickly took another gulp of water.

“How so?” Impulse tilted his head, elbow leaned on the counter as he looked up at him.

Flustered, the avian set his glass down and waved his arms about. “Usually it's an agreed on moment! He just went for it!”

This seemed to surprise Impulse, as he sat up straighter. His expression got a bit dark, voice serious. “Wait, went for it? He didn't disrespect your consent, did he?”

Face blanking briefly, he quickly shook his head. “Coders, no! That was- I didn't word it right. I promise it's not like that.” As the daemon relaxed- glad his pseudo brother wasn't causing actual problems- Grian looked away and traced the lip of his cup. “I mean that usually I'm like… Usually I'm there with intentions of garnering affection. But I was just, uh, sort of there this time.”

“Sort of there?” The taller hermit tilts his head. “Oh,” he smiles, “you were stealing from his storage again, weren't you?”

“Borrowing,” Grian sniffs, wings relaxing behind himself. “Those eggs weren't going to-” he realizes he's mumbling and stops, indignantly chirping.

“Eggs?” Impulse grins, all teasing words and smile-narrowed golden eyes.

Swatting at his arm, the avian groans. “Shut- forget I said anything!” He hops down from the counter, frowning deeply, only to be caught around the middle by a laughing man. A little gasp escapes him, but then he turns to glare heatlessly.

“No, I'm sorry,” He pulls him over to his side, words warm, “Tell me what happened. I'll try not to tease more.” Impulse carefully tucks a bit of fluffy hair behind his friend's ear, admittedly making the avian feel much more at ease. It was easier to talk when he wasn't in ‘playful older brother’ mode. 

He supposed the habit must be pretty strong, seeing as Impulse had both a little sister- Gem- and a little brother. Albeit, Tango wasn't actually related to him- that'd be really weird considering their past- and was only a month younger, but the point stood.

“I doubt that,” Grian mumbles in response, getting onto the stool next to him anyways. “But fine. Since I'm already here.” That, and they both knew even Zedaph didn't know the two's ex well enough to tell what he was up to. If Grian wanted in-depth advice regarding Tango, Impulse was the only one to ask.

“Sure,” the daemon hummed, arm falling to the side as Grian sat. His smile softens, and he urges him to go on with a brief hand motion.

Thinking about where to start, he stares down at his nearly empty glass. “Well, I just needed a few more bits and bobs for a build. And obviously, Tango has a lot of those.” As he speaks, he moves his hands about animatedly. “So, I figured, ‘ why not skim off the top? ’” His voice is hesitant, and he shrugs casually. Yes, this will do, easing into just what happened.

Impulse offers no response outside a little nod, allowing Grian the space to speak. So naturally, he does. “I've done it plenty, and he doesn't ever care because, you know, it's just little things.” Pausing, he hums and adds nonchalantly, “Even then, he never seems to mind when I take anything.”

It was probably a bigger deal than he'd assumed, as Impulse gave a big grin. Still, he says nothing, so with a nervous little chirp, Grian continues. “Anyways, he's been busy, so I let myself in and went downstairs…”

✮✮✮

Grian had hummed a soft, happy tune as he'd gracefully glided down into the belly of Tango's base. It had been a little hard to navigate with all the redstone, but he'd been down there enough times to narrowly avoid imminent death. At least for today.

The avian landed in the large doorway, and shook out his wings before folding them. He looked around, thinking over what he'd come for. It took a minute, dark brown eyes scanning the signs. Having recalled it, he set out for the chests he'd been sure had the right little things.

Something thudded a few minutes later, the distant sound of metal whistling through the air following it. The avian had frozen up, mid looting of some less than useful chests. As far as his build went, Grian had no use for the things he'd been grabbing.

He'd glanced between the room's entrance and the armful of eggs he'd currently held. Amongst them a few bits of gold shone, and a decently sized chunk of lapis had been tucked against his side. Conflicted between knowing he should get the hell out and his own instinct to take the precious items, he remained kneeled in front of the chest.

As the metallic elytra clinks a few times and makes a soft scratching as it shuts, Grian frowns and slowly scoots towards the bag he'd dropped on the floor for whatever he ‘borrowed’. It was his own bag, at least, empty outside of a few little miscellaneous items. That and the copper he originally came here for.

Carefully unloading his last haul of mostly eggs and shiny bits with a pleased chirp, he wonders why the other man hasn't walked in yet. He had heard him land, right? That wasn't his imagination? Admittedly, it should figure that he'd make it up.

So after another pause to listen, he shrugs and continues, poking into a few other chests. A soft trill leaves him as he finds some red wool, and he gently tucks it around the eggs. Can't possibly blame him for obeying his bird brain. 

He does some more back and forths between tucking a myriad of items around the eggs and snagging half slabs of copper. At some point he'd resumed his delightful tune. Then, someone clears their throat. Grian freezes, wings poofing up. As he hears a familiar snort, he scrambles up onto his feet and turns around.

Tango is leaning on the door frame, arms crossed. His metal elytra is folded behind himself, golden yellow magma-filled sections glowing in a way that imitates the man's own fire. “Whatcha up to, G?” The blaze watches him, raising a brow. There was a faint amusement to his tone, but he seemed a bit too tired for this.

“Uh,” looking down at the near full bag, he smiles, “Just helping you clean your storage, of course!” Over his shock and now in his usual mind of mischief, Grian puts his hands on his hips, inclining his head playfully. “There were some weird things in weird places, Tango.”

Seemingly giving him a moment to process what he's said, Tango offers a sharp grin. “Oh really?” He inquires in an unamused tone that says; ‘I don't believe you for a minute’. “The automated storage unit that I built myself is broken?”

The avian falters, glancing around at the room. It didn't feel like banter suddenly. “Y-Yes.” Confirming his shoddy alibi, and therefore sealing in another task for the other, he nods. One of his ear wings moves to cover part of his face, feeling shameful.

“Hm,” Tango hums, pushing off the wall and slowly walking over. He glances down at his bag and snorts again before turning to the open chests. “And which parts would you say are broken? I'm awfully tired, but if you say it's acting up…” The blaze spoke in a quiet sneer, knowing very well that his friend was full of it. But he didn't seem angry per se. 

Hesitating, he slowly turned around to look at the chests he'd raided. “Uhm, you see,” Grian trailed off, nibbling at his lower lip. He could feel the taller man stare down at him, and slumps a bit. Stealing ultimately unimportant items was one thing, they all did that regularly. Giving another hermit more work to cover up a lie though, that made his stomach twist. It just wasn't right.

Tango didn't say anything as the avian processed, tail idly flicking back and forth. He didn't speak up when said man leaned down and started to close the chests either. “Nothing is broken,” Grian quietly says, guilty. Hearing Tango cross his arms more than he really saw it in his peripherals, he cringed. “Sorry. If you'd like I can put everything back, I know you've been busy.” 

And yet he still swung by. He wasn't at all surprised to have been caught either. Rather, he'd been surprised by the sour turn of events. Tango seemed much more exhausted than one would imagine. Then again, he did build an entire game so… maybe it hadn't been a good idea to come pester him.

“I don't care about the items,” the blaze says after a moment. He grabs the back of Grian's sweater and pulls him back into a stand, making him look up at him. Behind Tango's irritated expression, he could see fatigue in his icy blue eyes. “What I care about is that you lied about it.”

Feeling rather small under his gaze, Grian looks away again. “I was only joking,” he weakly defended. It had in fact been another tease, one he knew he'd see through. Although– 

“That doesn't change the fact that you lied after, when I asked about it.” Tango’s voice lilts up towards frustration, arms crossed again. He'd practically spoken the shorter man's thoughts aloud. “Obviously I knew it was a joke, Grian.”

“Then-!” The avian tosses his hands up, cutting off his own shout to groan. “Why are you scolding me, then?”

Furrowing his brows at the weak glare, Tango's soul flame tail swishes in annoyance. “I just told you,” he says firmly, clearly attempting to remain calm. “Can we not do this right now? I have things to do.”

Now agitated as well- despite not having the right to be- Grian rolls his eyes and puffs his wings up to seem bigger. “You started it! Come on, shout back! You're clearly upset!”

The blaze stares, clearly riled if the crackling flame on his tail tip was anything to go by. After processing, he stepped closer, purposely looming over Grian now. “You should stop while you're ahead, birdie.” The nickname was startlingly out of place in the moment, said with such strained warning.

“And why is that,” he prods, feeling a bit childish for how he essentially was throwing a fit. It wasn't clear even to himself what was going on at this point.

“You're in my base,” Tango reminds him, grabbing his chin, “and you've stolen my items. I couldn't think of a better reason.”

This had all turned weirdly intimate, their faces inches apart as they seethed at each other. Deep down he sort of knew it was going to be fine, somehow finding warmth hidden in the other's gaze. Tango's voice had lowered, but not in the dark and angry way. It was almost sultry.

Flustering, the avian taunts, “Oooh, you wanna kiss me so bad!” It's entirely immature. And very out of line, had either been angry enough. But he desperately wanted to soothe the tension, chest tight from even the vague argument. So he did what he did best, make stupid, borderline flirtatious, jokes.

And for a second, Tango stares at him as if he was a fool. Which, he really was, so it fit. But then the blaze's cheeks warm and he seems to have an internal conflict of sorts. “What?” He finally mutters, brows furrowing again. 

Grian stares right back at him the whole time, utterly embarrassed but sticking by his own idiocy. “I said, ‘Oooh,’” he speaks slower, and a bit low, “‘you wanna kiss me-’”

He doesn't finish his echoed sentence, being grabbed by the arms and pulled close as Tango all but smashes their lips together. The taller hermit makes a noise akin to a growl, tail lashing. At first he's frozen, bewildered. It wasn't exactly the expected response. 

It seems like Tango is about to pull away, seeing as the avian had yet to do more than stare. But then Grian shuts his eyes and tosses his arms around his neck, kissing back. The blaze makes a quiet purring in response, tail moving to wrap around Grian's ankle instead of aggressively thrashing.

The kiss brimmed with burning passion, a shocking thing to occur between the two. This was so unlike their usual soft and gentle affections that Grian could feel his skin buzzing. His wings were spread out behind himself, twitching a bit as Tango nipped at his lower lip. Even his significantly smaller ear wings were raised, doing small flaps now and then. He tilted his head a bit, both to pursue a deeper kiss and to wordlessly try and figure out what the blaze wanted.

Another nip, then a hand grabbing the sides of his jaw and lightly pressing in a silent answer. Tango licks the avian's lips this time, making it even clearer. So with a muffled chirp, he parted his lips, letting him explore his mouth.

Simply holding his arm apparently was not enough. The blaze wrapped one of his own around Grian's waist, pulling him flush against his chest. He moved the other to rather gently pet the spot between his wings. It was a melting bliss. He made a mix of a groan and a trill, hearing a responding pleased grumble.

His own hands moved to grasp at Tango's hair, gentle but firmly there. Thankfully he isn't on his tiptoes, since the taller had been the one to initiate the kiss and had leaned down for it. Otherwise he may have accidentally tugged, what with how his legs felt wobbly. Though with how heated this all was, it may not have been an unwelcome action.

Tango occasionally catches Grian's lip between his teeth, rather pointy canines digging in before he'd let go and pass his tongue over the offended spot. Each and every time he earned a whine, and could hear the shorter hermit’s wings flap.

Then finally they break apart, lung capacity spent. They only leave inches between their faces, panting breaths mixing in a humid puff. Grian's eyes are lidded, staring up at the blaze with a befuddled mix of wonder and confusion. All that he gets in return is a huff and the electric look in Tango's gaze.

Flustered and red in the face, the avian sputters out a few breathless syllables. He wants answers to the many questions in his head, unsure when their energy went from purely frustrated to almost charged. It's a bit hopeless as his mind is reeling, and most of his noises are little trills. The blaze grins at that, like it was a victory on his part.

And then, Tango much more calmly leans down further to kiss his jaw softly. Grian gasps, fingers flexing in the other's hair, then tilts his head to the side as a go ahead. Safe to say this was all unexpected. It wasn't even that they'd never done any of this before. Just that the energy was so different, so much more intense.

Feather light kisses are peppered down his neck until Tango can't pull his turtleneck away any further. So he trails back up, pressing just a little more. Grian's hands are gripping tightly to his cape covered shoulders, thick fabric bunched between his fingers. He gasps as the blaze nips at his jaw, then lightly whacks him in the face with one of his ear wings. Mostly by accident.

“Hey-” Tango grunts, frowning a little as he pulls away enough to meet his gaze.

Taking a moment to regain coherent speech, Grian looks to the side. “Hey yourself,” he mumbles, a complaint in his voice.

“Too far?” The blaze asks, softening. He glances between Grian's blown pupils, smile a bit too smug.

He slowly nods, cheeks still hot. Then he looks at Tango again, taking in his red lips and heavy stare. “A bit. I'm not even sure where that came from.”

“Oh,” Blinking, he seems to think back, then snorts. “Probably from you saying I wanted to kiss you. Because I did.”

Wings puffing up in embarrassment, Grian makes a shrill noise, glaring heatlessly. “It wasn't an invitation.”

“You sure don't seem to regret it though. Can't say I do either, you look pretty all red lipped.” The blaze easily replies, smirking and leaning a bit closer.

Grian surges forward to hide his face against the taller man’s shoulder, grumbling as his face flushes all over again. He doesn't reply, hiding away as he ignores the festering pool of emotions in his chest. And the other doesn't seem to mind, rubbing his shoulder idly.

The moment is disturbed by Tango's communicator pinging, making the blaze pull it out from his robes. Grian pulls back slightly, then folds his wings carefully so he can turn in the man's arms and look at the device with him. He'll happily latch to a distraction.

It's a message from Zedaph, having another trophy challenge for him to participate in. Grumbling a bit, Tango starts to type a decline, but the small avian catches his wrist.

“Go, I have things to do too.” He leans his head on his friend's arm, looking up at him with a small smile. “And I know you want to, underneath your foggy instincts.” 

The funny thing is, Grian was easier to fluster and get entranced, but also returned to normal faster. This wasn't the case for Tango, who lingered in his emotions longer. Admittedly, this was mostly because the avian tended to ignore said emotions, but still.

Frowning, he stares at him before realizing he's right. So he deletes the draft and instead confirms he'll come. “Only because you're busy.”

“Liar,” The avian teases, narrowing his eyes. But then as Tango blushes, he looks away and sighs. He may want to ignore how he feels about a lot of this, but the guilt was returning. And that he didn't want to leave untended. “Hey uh, I'm sorry for lying. And generally for getting annoying about it after.”

Tango doesn't reply at first, putting his communicator back into some hidden pocket. But then he gently pulls Grian off of himself, turning him around to look at him properly. He's got two fingers under his chin, tilting his head up to meet his smiling face.

“It's fine, I already forgave you. I know you didn't mean anything by it.” Then, the blaze leans down and presses a chaste kiss to his lips. This is what their intimate interactions were usually like, soft and comforting. And yet this simple kiss serves to fluster Grian beyond belief.

“O-Oh!” He had chirped when his friend pulled away. “Great! Then, uh, have fun! Bye!” The avain promptly fled, just barely remembering to grab his bag on the way out.

✮✮✮

“And then I messaged you,” Grian finished, hands falling into his lap. He had tried to explain in as little detail as possible while still properly retelling the event, yet still felt a bit winded.

Taking a second to really soak in just what he's been told, the daemon takes in a breath. He smiles, sounding a bit surprised, “That's a lot to unpack, isn't it?”

“Yeah! It is! If you somehow missed that part, we all but made out!” He had left out the intimate details, of course. But it was hard to not mention how Tango had certainly wanted to continue. Grian's cheeks got warm just thinking back on it.

Now seeing just what was going on in the avian's brain, Impulse grins widely. “We? So you kissed back?” Grian flushes, silent aside from a nod. “Did you enjoy it?”

“What kind of question-?!” He squawks, eyes widening as he whips his head to the side. Getting only a smug look, he wrings his hands. “I mean, yeah? I wouldn't kiss him near regularly if he wasn't good at it.”

The daemon snickers, shaking his head. “That's not entirely what I meant.” Seeing as Grian still didn't get it, he sighs and takes a small sip of his water, finishing it off. “G, when you two usually kiss, does it feel the same as today?”

He thinks about it, brows furrowed in confusion. “Um, I mean, no. But we haven't ever made out. Not fully, anyways. Our relationship is…” Grian trails off, waving a hand idly as if beckoning his thoughts forth. “I don't know, softer? This was more aggressive.”

“Well you did bicker seconds before,” Impulse points out, leaning on the island counter. “So then, was it a good different?”

“Um,” The avian squints at him, as if expecting the taller man to have an ulterior motive. That one he had to properly consider. He'd been so caught up in the why that he hadn't even considered how he felt about it. 

Tango had held him so close, grip firm yet somehow still gentle. And there had been a fierce passion that sparked between them for the first time. Sure, there was always affection and genuine love in their usual exchanges, but… that was always platonic.

It hit him at about the same time Impulse waved a hand in front of his face. Blinking rapidly, he looks up at his grin and flushes a bright red. “I suppose it was,” he finally answers.

“Looks like you have it figured out now,” Impulse murmurs, a spark of pride in his eyes. “Knew you'd get there eventually!”

“Yeah,” the avian breathes. It's been a very long time since he's fallen for someone. It all feels so bizarrely foreign, complicated and messy. It's a bitHe doesn't have the time to fully let it sink in, wings puffed up in embarrassment. “Thanks, Impulse.”

“Anytime, bud,” he easily replies, patting his shoulder. “I'm more than happy to help out, you know that.”

They have tea, easing into unrelated topics. Grian keeps zoning out as his friend rattles off The Soup Groups latest goof. He doesn't mean to, genuinely interested in what Impulse has to say, but he's a bit weary after all the emotional processing he's done today. 

There's a lot of questions in his head. Namely, does he feel the same? A dreadful sort of itching crawls up his spine at the idea of it. It takes hold just under his wings, making him drag his clawed fingers over the spot over and over.

When he'd confessed to Doc a while back it wasn't anything like this. The creeper hybrid had gently turned him down, and that was that. They just returned to being purely platonic friends. And they still are. So why was Tango so different? Was he really so attached to the blaze already? 

“G?” The daemon taps his arm gently, thin tail folded over on his lap. He's smiling softly, a concerned twist in the corners. His brows furrow as Grian jolts, warm hand remaining on his arm. It feels like it's burning.

Taking a breath, Grian looks up from his empty tea cup, meeting the other's gaze. “I'm okay, don't worry.” Then the combination of burning and itching is too much and he pulls his arm away.

The avian looks out the window behind Impulse. “Sorry. I should get going,” he shakes out his wings a little, then hops down from the stool, out of the other's reach.

“Oh, well alright.” Standing as well, Impulse refrains from stepping back into his space. He's not totally sure what's wrong, but it isn't the first time Grian's gotten like this. He trusts him to self regulate, and he doesn't seem to be doing horribly.

“Thanks again for the advice,” He smiles, tone warm and genuine despite the unsteady shake in it. “See you.”

“No problem,” The daemon replies, idly itching at the base of one of his short horns. He frowns slightly as it makes Grian shiver. But before he can say anything else the shorter hermit is leaving the room, footsteps gaining speed as they become fainter. 

Maybe he should have Mumbo check in with the avian. Scar would be too quick to try to hug him, and Tango is… well he's out of the question for now. 

Nodding slightly to himself as he distantly hears Grian take off, he picks up his communicator and sends a quick message to the lanky redstoner. Then he gets to cleaning up the kitchen, brows pinched.

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heres the quote of the week! I laughed so hard when i found it, I couldn't just not use it

a few things as well, incase i didnt make it obvious in the fic! tango used to be in a triad with impulse and zedaph a while back... things happened and now hes purely just friends with them! impulse became like an older brother to him, and zedaph got back with impulse ^^

and this is (clearly) set before scar, tango, and grian got together LOLL

more is to come on all of this, im very normal about it! (lies) and i have a lot of ideas for their relationships and everything :D

anygay, thanks for reading!! have a great week!! I'll be back on Sunday!! <3

[spontaneousful]

"I royally messed things up this time, didn't I?" Tears pooled in the corners of her eyes. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "Raven, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she responded, her usual part of their song and dance. But it wasn't okay. And Raven was tired of pretending it was and letting Apple get away with everything. She couldn't help it when some of that anger bled into her question. "Why were you even talking to her anyway?"

"Because I was scared."

The words hung in the air as the girls looked at each other in shock. Apple wondered, briefly, if Raven had cast a truth spell on her, but that was a silly notion. Even so, she couldn't believe she had said aloud what she hadn't even wanted to admit to herself. She turned away before continuing, "And I was selfish. And she promised to give me my story. I thought that that was what I wanted."

Raven sucked in a breath. She wanted to be angry at her. She really wished she could be. But she knew her mother, knew how masterful she was at manipulation. Besides, Apple would have never talked to her if Raven hadn't introduced them.

Waterdrops fell from a leak in their dorm's ceiling, pinging off of the bucket. Apple looked out over the courtyard. Debris littered the once perfectly manicured grounds, and students huddled together in the light rain. She should be down there, leading them through this like she had for all of the other disasters they'd faced this year. But this one was different.

She laughed bitterly to herself. How much had they gone through this year? And how much of it had been her fault? More than she'd like to admit, assuredly. She shook her head and looked down at her knees. "What do we do now, Raven?"

There was a beat of silence between them, and for a moment Apple worried that Raven wouldn't respond. She couldn't live with that, not when she still had more to say.

"You were right, okay? The stories don't matter, and people don't just go poof, or we would have a long time ago. I'm sorry that this," she paused to emphasize her point with a gesture to the devastation around them, "is what it took for me to understand that. But I get it now. We aren't our parents. We aren't our destinies. We get to choose. But I don't know what happens now, and I'm scared. And I make really bad decisions when I'm scared. So, please, just tell me what to do."

"I don't have all of the answers." Their eyes met and Apple could see the fear in Raven's, but the fear didn't consume her. Apple could see the strength burning behind it. "I don't know what the future holds. But right now, we rebuild. We don't let my mother win. We'll rebuild, and we'll figure things out, and we'll be okay."

And Apple was scared. She was terrified. But she knew she couldn't keep running away, and with Raven's hands holding hers, she felt like she could be brave. So she held on a little tighter. "Just promise me that whatever we do, we'll do it together."

"I promise."

[honyakuninakunaru]

To The Tune Of The Music Box ~A Moment Of Rest For Mithra~ // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Manor hallway) Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Zzziup!)

Akira: "Wh-Whoa?!"

Mithra: "Oh, hello, Master Sage."

Akira: "Hi, and welcome back. Where were you just now?"

Mithra: "The North. I had a craving for some beast meat but was left rather disappointed. I was looking for something nice and chewy but found nothing that satisfied me."

Akira: "I'm sorry to hear that…? But now that you're back, I've got something to ask you."

Mithra: "Let's hear it."

Akira: "So, since your birthday's coming up, I want to invite you to "The Music Box Of Serenity"! It's this tiny box Rustica lent me. It connects to another dimension that's supposed to help wizards relax and ease their mind."

Mithra: "Serenity, you say… I feel like Bradley told me about something with a similar name…"

Akira: "Well, what do you think? I think it's the perfect place to spend your birthday and unwind."

Rutile: "Ah, there you are!"

Akira: "Hey, Rutile, what's the matter?"

Rutile: "Mitile and I are about to head over to the South together with Dr Figaro and Mister Leno! Just thought I'd let you know. There's been a spike in the deer population at the foot of the mountains, so we ought to check it out."

Mithra: "Mmm… Deer… Lucky you."

Rutile & Akira: "Huh?"

Mithra: "I'm going with you."

Akira: "…Are you going there to help?"

Mithra: "Yes. I'll capture a few large ones and have Nero prepare them for me."

Rutile: "I remember you like deer saute, don't you? We'll be feasting tonight! I suppose that is one way to help, though. I'll go and inform Dr Figa–"

Mithra: "There won't be a need for that. I can take us there right away."

Rutile: "Wah!"

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Zzziup!)

Grabbing ahold of Rutile by the hood of his coat, Mithra calls forth a door. In a hurry, I yell after them.

Akira: "B-Be careful out there! I'll tell Figaro and the others!"

Rutile: "Thank you, Master Sage! See you later!"

Mithra: "Will ten be enough…?"

Mumbling to himself, Mithra crosses the threshold with Rutile in tow and disappears through the door.

Akira: ("Never change, Mithra…")

CHAPTER 2

(Manor Courtyard)

Akira: "Dinner was great last night. To be honest, I feel like I've eaten enough for a month ahead… (Still, yesterday was as busy as ever, and I couldn't properly invite Mithra. I'll make sure to do that if I see him today…)"

(Rumbling & crashing)

Akira: "…What the…?!"

Mithra: "<Arthim>"

(Poof!)

All of a sudden, a heap of bricks flies over my head, scattering everywhere. Having deflected them, Mithra descends in front of me, his red locks swaying with the wind. He casually turns around and looks back at me.

Mithra: "Don't you have anything better to do than idle around here? You almost got yourself squashed."

Akira: "S-Sorry, I saw the wall crumbling down and kind of… froze in place."

Mithra: "You have Oz to blame for that."

Akira: "Huh? Why?"

Mithra: "I bumped into him in the hallway just now and got the itch to attack him… But right as I was about to strike, he drove me through the wall. What an absolute barbarian."

Akira: "I don't want to say this, but you kind of had it coming--"

Mithra: "Care to repeat that?"

Akira: "Nope, never mind! Thank you for saving me just now. …Ah, M-Mithra! Your arm's bleeding!"

Mithra: "…Ah. One of the bricks must've grazed me."

Akira: "Quick, we have to stop it! Here, use my jacket to wrap the wound…"

Mithra: "That won't be necessary. "

Akira: "…The stains are slowly disappearing…! Is the wound properly closed, too?"

Mithra: "Of course. When will you finally understand that we're not as fragile as you humans?"

Akira: "Ahaha, sorry, I can't help it."

Mithra: "Honestly, the nerve of that guy. The way he flicked me as if I'm a pesky flea or something… One day, I'm going to defeat him for sure, and then I'll be the strongest wizard in the world."

Behind Mithra's usually languid gaze rages a feverish fire. In this moment, he has the air of both a wild beast ready to go berserk and a passionate young man.

Akira: "(He's fantastic with words as always…) You know, I quite like that."

Mithra: "Like what?"

Akira: "Your unwavering will to become the strongest in the world and never giving up no matter what. Of course, I would appreciate it if you didn't get into fights with the others, but…"

Mithra: "Wouldn't that be the opposite of what you just described? I wouldn't be me if I gave up on settling my score with Oz."

Akira: "Yep, that's what makes you, you, and is charming in its own way…"

I found Mithra a bit intimidating the first time we met, but now, I can't look away from him.

As I was trying to figure out the best way to describe Mithra in my head, I call out to him.

Akira: "Mithra, shall we use the "Music Box Of Serenity"? Consider it my unique way of celebrating your birthday!"

CHAPTER 3

(Mithra's room)

It's Mithra's birthday today.

We've changed into the special outfits Chloe prepared for us, looking spick and span.

Akira: "Thank you so much for trusting me on this, Mithra!"

Mithra: "Well… It's better than spending the day idling around, I guess. Is this the so-called "Music Box Of Serenity"?"

Akira: "Yep! Are you all set for the teleportation?"

I place the tiny box on top of the table and close my eyes. I recall all of the unique characteristics that make Mithra who he is that I got to re-experience these past few days.

Akira: "…Take us somewhere fitted for Mithra, who's strong and always true to himself."

The box's lid flicks open, and the little doll of Mithra in the centre begins to spin round and round.

Music comes flowing in from somewhere, and soon, light fills the room…

(Inside the music box)

When we come to, the first thing we hear is a funky yet fickle and somewhat charming melody.

Mithra: "This does feel… oddly relaxing. And the music's quite nice, too."

Akira: "That's the purpose of this dimension. It composes a melody that's supposed to ease the visitor's mind, and, apparently, this is how it perceives you! I think it fits you perfectly. I've also prepared a few extra things…"

Mithra: "Alright, let's see it."

Mithra gives me a half-hearted nod and makes his way to where I was pointing.

Atop a table bathed in warm sunlight streaming through leaves, lays a feast made up of Mithra's favourite dishes, such as charcoal and deer saute.

Mithra: "Wow, you've really outdone yourself."

Akira: "What I respect about you is that you're always true to yourself and what you want. With that image of you in mind, I prepared this hoping that you'll spend the day doing what you do best. And first on the list is, of course, enjoying a hearty feast."

Mithra: "You're absolutely right. Nothing gets done on an empty stomach, after all. I'll gladly eat my way through this. Should I leave you a bite or two?"

Akira: "…What did you just say?"

Mithra: "Here, you can have some charcoal. It smells and looks delicious, doesn't it?"

Akira: "T-Thank you… It's okay though, you can have all of i-- Mmph?!"

Mithra stuffs a big piece of charcoal in my mouth while munching on a piece of his own.

Mithra: "Well?"

Akira: "…It's… good? Is this because we're inside the music box? …Oh, right. There's a super fluffy bed over there, so let me know whenever you want to lie down. If there's anything I can do for you in general, just say the word!"

Mithra: "…"

Akira: "What?"

Mithra: "…You're surprisingly gutsy. I can't tell if you're just being cheeky, but… You're the first person to willingly approach and chat with me so casually. You're even going out of your way to do things for me."

Akira: "(Is he…actually praising me…?)"

Mithra: "And I wouldn't know what to do if you were to die, so… keep it up. Whatever it is that you're doing."

After saying that, Mithra takes my hand in his. All of the charcoal is long gone.

Mithra: "By the way, can I attack anything in here?"

Akira: "W-Why would you want to do that?!"

Mithra: "I've stuffed myself full, so now I've got to stretch a little. Is there anything you don't mind me breaking? What about that big tree over there?"

Akira: "I-I would rather you didn't do that! Rustica let me borrow this, after all…"

An irrepressible flame flickers somewhere deep behind Mithra's eyes as he stares me down.

Mithra: "You said you'd do anything I asked, remember?"

Seeing me break out in cold sweat, Mithra slightly relaxes his gaze.

He appears in a good mood, which tells me the celebration is a success.

Mithra: "Do your best to support me with everything you've got, Master Sage."

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The Party's Finale // Card Training Episode

(Hallway) (Rumbling & crashing)

Akira: "W-What is it now?!"

Mithra: "There you are."

Akira: "Mithra…! What's so urgent that you have to tear my wall down?!"

Mithra: "Destroying a wall is easier than summoning the Door of Space. Anyway, come to my room already. I want to sleep now that the dance party's finally over."

Akira: "You mean the one we threw for your birthday yesterday? It was really fun, but I recall it broke off around nighttime…"

Mithra: "Well, the twins had other plans. They forced me to stay up with them, and they just kept going and going. At one point, I couldn't take it anymore and ended up blowing up the venue."

Akira: "I see… I'm surprised you stayed up that long, even if by force."

Mithra: "There was a lot of food left, and some of the dances included attacking and firing at each other as well, so it wasn't that boring."

Akira: "(How did I manage to sleep through all of that… I sure hope the lounge is intact…)"

Mithra: "Can't they behave and stay in that damn painting during the night at least? Their infliction is too forgiving. Soon enough, I was full and tired of watching those two prance around and randomly firing at Bradley and Owen… So now, I need you to hold my hand and put me to sleep. Come on, let's go."

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Mithra: "…Is there anything I want? Not really. If I want something I can take it by force and make it mine. …But since you're asking… I remember you telling me about those 'lullabies' from your world that put people to sleep. Sing one for me. At least on my birthday I want to have a good rest."

[beaut-ful-d-saster-1986]

Sharos, hugging a startled, confused Astarion on the beach.

Since Sharos is an immortal Cambion, akin to Raphael, I have a headcanon that he and Astarion have actually met once before. 100 years before the tadpoles happened, they crossed paths in the Elfsong. Astarion was drawn to the beauty of Sharos' human shaped disguise and came sauntering over, low key hoping to have some temporary bliss while doing what Cazador wanted him to.

Sharos, who was already 275 years old and well read at the time, had lots of experience with identifying the different humanoids and creatures across realm space. He immediately recognized Astarion for what he was - a vampire spawn. He felt bad though, knowing that Astarion wasn't fully in control of himself and was probably only trying to seduce Sharos so he could bring him back to his sire.

He couldn't understand how someone so beautiful could be forced to exist in this way, forever chained to someone against his will, so he decided he wanted to do something kind for Astarion.

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Sharos allowed Astarion to think that he was succeeding. He played along and followed Astarion back to Cazador's palace. Once he was there and they had tumbled into a bed, he quickly turned the tables.

Sharos rolled so that he was on top and pushed Astarion down onto the bed, keeping Astarion in place with a well placed knee between the pale elf's legs. He made short work of Astarion's clothes, stripping him down as quickly but as lovingly as he could and touching him in all the places he remembered that elves would like to be touched. Then he went down on Astarion -- putting Astarion's pleasure before his own and keeping him in place on his back.

Astarion was reduced to a happily quivering, gasping, moaning, elf shaped puddle of goo. Sharos worked him over good, and Astarion ended up finishing so quickly and so suddenly that he passed out with a goofy and bliss filled smile on his face. As soon as Sharos was sure that Astarion was unconscious, he used magic to clean up all traces of their mess. He covered Astarion with the quilt on the bed, dropped a soft kiss on Astarion's forehead and whispered "I'm sorry for what your master is going to do when he sees I'm not here."

He whispered it in Infernal - the language of the hells.

Then he snapped his fingers and poofed himself back to the Helltalon family tower in the ninth hell, returning to a safe point so he could snap himself back to his apothecary in Baldur's Gate.

For Astarion, he left behind the faintest hint of sulphur and hellfire.

Poor Astarion woke up hours later to Cazador screaming at him, but he never quite forgot about the enigmatic and nameless stranger who had put him first and made him feel beautiful again.

[prpfz]

Hello 😻 this is just another request from a Welsh writer who is still undeniably in desperate need for some SUPERNATURAL based storylines on Discord. My name is Amelia, I'm over 25 and only looking for other writers who are over 21, the older the better but 21 is the youngest i will write with. I am, as stated, Welsh so my GMT timezone should be considered before you approach as it doesn't always work out with some USA people. I work full time so I am not going to be writing threads constantly, every day. I can be slow and I do have days where my health will take me offline. Just know that I do not just poof on people and I try to keep an open and honest connection with my partners. Anyway, I'll get into what I am looking for. I will details the muses I am happy to write, the muses I would like to write with and then a few ships that I am mostly looking for.

FANDOM: Supernatural

MY MUSES: Meg Masters, Bela Talbot, Rowena MacLeod, Charlie Bradbury, Mary Winchester, Hannah (angel), Anna (angel), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer.

WANTED OPPOSITES: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Lucifer, Crowley, Gabriel.

MOST WANTED SHIPS (not the only ships I will do!): Megstiel, Cas x Hannah, Destiel, Sastiel, Drowley, Samifer, Casifer.

DO I DOUBLE UP?: I will double up with canon character pairings only, I am not currently looking for any original character pairings as i have had too many issues with this and it makes me feel uneasy. If you really do want an original character double up you will need to give all details but I can not promise I will be accepting of it. Sorry to seem like an assbutt.

MY WRITING STYLE: Discord based. I write in third person and past tense. I can do a decent para to multi-para responses. i am not looking for novella writing but am not against this but just know these will take me longer due to real life.

If you're interested, please can you give this post a like or just jump in my DM's which are open to all. Only like this if you're interested as I keep getting interest which leads nowhere. Thank you so much 🍒

like or dm

[chungledown-bimothy]

1 and 13 for the choose violence ask game! (D20 themed unless you have fun answers for something else)

<3 <3 <3 because i've already answered 1 for d20 and have a much better answer for 13, i'm gonna go with kingdom hearts. (i'm sorry if this is completely unintelligible idk if you're a kh guy or not lol)

1- the character everyone gets wrong

terra. there's this widespread belief that he's stupid, but he's really, really not.

that opinion comes from the player having knowledge and genre-awareness that he doesn't. he has a trusting heart, but that's not mutually exclusive with intelligence.

he's in his late teens/early 20s, of course he's gonna trust xehanort, his teacher and mentor of ostensibly years, and it makes sense that he trusts maleficient at first, too. he's new onto the world, why the fuck would he not trust the person he meets right outside the castle with confident insider knowledge?

xehanort's been playing the game and pulling strings for decades (maybe centuries? the kh timeline is a goddamn disaster), as maleficent is also a master manipulator.

riku doesn't get shit for being manipulated by maleficent, terra shouldn't either.

and then there's the mental fortitude he displays. lingering will is a goddamn terrifying opponent, and you can't tell me it doesn't take a sharp mind to hold on to his sense of self for years as the dark figure bound to ansem sod (oh to be bound to billy zane) enough to see and seize the opportunity he gets in 3 to break free and save his friends, to make things right.

tldr terra's not stupid he's just got a big heart and was taken advantage of, and the english voice actor didn't do him any favors.

13- worst blorboficiation.

i say this as someone who is, in fact, extremely unwell about him, but axel gets blorbofied to hell.

yeah he's got a Tragic Backstory, but he did also very much commit completely cold-blooded assassinations (while having his whole Oh Wait I Can Feel Things? arc so it's not like the "Nobodies can't feel things" excuse applies)

yeah vexen he had to kill to keep his cover, and frankly he kinda had it coming, but zexion didn't need to die. certainly didn't deserve "you just found out too much" *snap* poof he's gone.

axel was being honest in his threats to hurt namine to get to marluxia. the man's consistently demonstrated a willingness to do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals, and he changes sides all the goddamn time. (which is funny bc of his whole abandonment issues thing but that's a whole other rant)

even after he's a guardian of light, he very much has "as a gentle reminder i am choosing kindness, which means that i am willing to explore other options if i feel the kindness is not working out" energy.

he's a cunt and has a massive violent streak, and that is something that often gets erased in the blorbofication.

[squeamishnerd]

The Original Ahriman

Chapter 15: Echoes of the Past, Part 11

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Ahriman: I'm back, witches!

Ahriman: Well, that was a bit of an anticlimax.

Ahriman: Much better. That cap made me look bald.

Ahriman: Now, let's see if I can find some Goths to pester. Haven't seen them in ages.

Ahriman: Hello there, Morty.

Mortimer: It's still "Mortimer" to you.

(Reference 1) (Reference 2)

Later

Ethren: You seem to be feeling a little better, did you do something fun this afternoon?

Ahriman: I pranked Bella.

Keisha: What did you do?…

Ahriman: I Morphiated one of her duplicates into a hot tub and made her other duplicates bathe in it.

Keisha: What?

Ahriman: The best thing with duplicates is that they're temporary, so they didn't care, since they knew they'd poof out of existence eventually.

Ethren: Snrk…

Ahriman: Isn't it funny?

Keisha: Mostly weird… That mental image-

Ethren: Hahahahaha!

Ahriman: At least there's one person who likes my humour.

Ethren: I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh at this.

Ahriman: Why not?

Ethren: Okay, you're right. No one got hurt and I told you it's okay to be chaotic today.

Ahriman: Exactly.

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[cherrychapstiq]

WTF was that episode!? Did they have to break me?

In the beginning it was all rainbow and sunshine and poof.

Ray : Oh you fucked up.. I knew that his situation with Mew would have to come out, but I didn't expect it to be thrown into a fun cute little day. Also seriously? Happy birthday? Yeah.. "happy birthday Sand, I sleep with you because my best friend doesn't want me"

Sand : It's okay.. His poor heart is broken and I just want to give him a big hug. This guy can't catch a break, can he? He was so happy, and telling his mom that he and Ray might be more.. but here comes Boston. Also, his mom is fun and seems loving. But at the same time I can't help but wonder, was she ever a parent to him.. or did he have to be the parent for himself and her..

Mew : I can't with you. He really called Boston, out of all the people? Come on! Cheum should've been his person of contact.. at least he didn't call Ray. Also idk why, but I feel worried about him. Something's coming. And I don't mean another drama with Ray.

Top : I'm sorry I just don't like you. It's the way he carries himself. Also what was that look he gave Boston and Nick? Control over that face would be nice. Plus seriously? You had that big fucking bed and decided to sleep on that small couch? Disappointed but not surprised.

Nick : That glow up tho. Look at you baby boy. He really went "Boston you can have the best of both worlds". Master of cockblocking. But still so naive.. He saw how messy Boston is behind the scenes. And in this episode he was at the front line. Does he really think he can fix him?

Boston : YOU. MOTHERFUCKING. CUNT. I was pissed before. But hold my beer I will throw hands. Gosh how I hope someone will just kick his ass. What was the mf reason? First he embarrassed Sand, second he told about Ray's crush. And how proud he was with the whole "uh I have a video" like who asked? Seriously, what is wrong with him.

So.. yeah. Therapy, therapy for all.

I honestly don't know what to think about Sand's dad. Will he make a grand entrance? Or will he just stay as a "some dude". But I can't help but share my sick idea with you all.. Ekhem. What if Sands dad is also Ray's dad? 👀 honestly I think it's just my brain panicking and they'll go either "we don't show his dad bc it's not important"way OR his dad will be dad of either Top, Nick, Boston. I don't really believe they'd be so fucking evil to make him Mew or Ray's step brother.

I am broken. I can't believe they pieced me back together and made me believe in happiness just to fucking rip me apart 🫠What the fuck Jojo?

[thesoccerenthusiast]

All-Time Total Drama Characters Ranking (My Personal Opinion!) // First Generation Cast to BRAND NEW 2023 Cast!

OK, I know some of these are takes, so I will explain myself based on some of them by groups.

S Tier Choices: Alejandro is the greatest villain in Total Drama history, don't come at me. Him and Heather? Masterful. My favorite couple/pairing on Total Drama of all-time. LeShawna is probably the best, most likable character in Total Drama history. Gwen may be a surprise some some, but she's always been a personal favorite. Sanders and Kitty were my favorite part of Ridonculous Race. And yes, there's lots of the newest generation of the show, because the new season was actually phenomenal. Shawn is my lone TDPI pick, he's just a giant dork. Oh, and Harold deserved to win TDA.

A+ Tier Choices: Noah and Tyler were absolute standouts for me in Total Drama World Tour. I loved their character development. And I loved Noah (and Emma!) in RR! Julia is one of my favorite villains, and her 'bad side' reveal was so well done. Lots of people don't like Jo, but I thought she was great in Total Drama Revenge of the Island. Raj and Bowie have my heart in a chokehold.

A Tier Choices: Trent is still my beloved musician child from TDI and he deserved better in TDA. Sierra is either a 'love or hate' character, but she made me laugh multiple times. I like her! Cody was one of the best parts of TDWT. Sammy and Jasmine's friendship was one of my favorite things in the *interesting* TDPI season, and I just adore Scarlett. Also, Don was a great host, and Carrie, Ryan, Rock and Emma were great!

B Tier Choices: Owen had good moments in TDI. Then they just used him for fart jokes. I haven't seen enough of Axel to love her, but she has so much potential. Anne Maria was hilarious, but her elimination (aka, quitting) drops her. Jen/Tom were a great duo, and Mickey and Jay were fun to laugh at (sorry, not sorry)! Chef's best moment? The Basic Straining Episode and his fights with Izzy.

C Tier Choices: Dawn's voice annoys me, I'm sorry. Svetlana and Vito are the better of Mike's personalities. I love Sam and Dakota's storyline, but Sam on his own is meh. Scott was great in TDRI, but drops because of his lameness in All Stars. Stephanie is wild and chaos, and I love chaos.

D Tier: OK Courtney fans, don't come at me too hard. I personally just don't like Courtney. I loved her in TDI, but then All Stars and World Tour ruined her for me. Then, the creators killed my chances of liking her again in TDAs. Courtney is the type of person that, if she was real, I would want to fight constantly. She annoys me. There, I said it! Also, I know Scary Girl is going to be controversial, but she just isn't my type of character. Funny moments for sure though. Her scaring Damien was funny.

F Tier: Chester, Manitoba and ... ugh, Mal, were just God-awful. Justin had two seconds of being a villain and then *poof* he went back to being a crappy character. I loathe Blainley, but she isn't in the lowest category for one of the best TDWT lines: "Alejandro and Heather? Give it up and just make out already!"

Swiss Neutral: Don't know enough about these three, and don't really care!

The Worst: Enough said on all of them. Sugar is gross. Chase is a fuckboy. Taylor is a whiny, entitled little shit. Not shocking that lots of TDPI characters are on here. They. Stunk. And Ezekiel... the worst storyline in Total Drama history.

There you have it, folks! *Roast Me*