#im such a good prompt generator

[jyunism]

HEHEHEHEHEH I GOT MY REQUEST

[starry-bi-sky]

i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

do you have any personal headcanons about charles that you’re willing to share? if so i will go on my hands and knees and beg on behalf of all your followers for the juicy deets, this is your chance to yap about him for as long as humanly possible 🛐🙏🏻✨

ooohhh im bad at hcs..... but i do have. a few:

firm believer charles is a model-kit enjoyer and likes keeping his hands busy overall: started off with ship-in-a-bottle kits but over time gravitated towards cars and aircrafts

on that note, he's a slight vintage car buff/appreciator

has great upper body and core strength. he doesn't get a lot of opportunities to demonstrate it, but it catches people off guard when he can

can play at least ONE instrument. money's either on piano or violin. not much of a singer, but might hum to himself

probably gives killer shoulder massages

started collecting hats as a teenager and has numerous baseball caps. despite this, he isn't super into baseball itself and the hats themselves are probably the least worn of his collection. nowadays, despite not wearing hats as often as he used to, he favors fedora and bowler hats

wrist watch collector. has an anti-magnetic set in his collection, though rarely actually wears them

certified rambler this isn't even a hc but i must assert it extends beyond inspirational speeches and lore drops. ask him what book he's reading and he'll give you a verbal dissertation about it

favorite tea's chamomile

dyes his eyebrows to be darker (this is partially a joke.. and yet.....)

[bottomschlatt]

so. Scrolling the dash prompted me to evaluate who the “medic” of the hermitcraft server is. And the answer i have concluded at is i think it depends on what issue you’re having.

If you’re looking for ONE solid all-rounder ‘medic’/doctor, I’d probably go with Cub. Not because of any reference specifically, i just think he’s probably the most knowledgeable in the human body/medicine. He’s a scientist too, thats close enough 👍 Doc would probably be a solid enough substitute in a pinch, but he’d be relying pretty heavily on info/help from the hivemind to do the more intensive stuff.

Doc is the guy people go to for biomechanical issues (ppl like Iskall, Ren, etc). Basically really advanced prosthetics. Doc’s half biomechanical himself, so he’s truly the expert in both knowledge and experience.

Cleo is the hermit you wanna see if you need stitches. She has the steadiest hand, desensitized to the whole ‘stabbing through skin’ thing after doing it to herself so many times repairing her body.

Some hermits work as like a more general urgent care level— not emergency level, but something you need medical attention for. Joe, Impulse, Skizz, and Scar are all officially first aid and CPR certified (Joe because it’s part of his admin duties, Impulse and Skizz because they’re both Arizona Dads™ and wanna be prepped, and Scar because of a hermit-voted mandate for his own wellbeing). For people just feeling more generally under the weather, Keralis is more than willing to dote on and care for them until they feel better!

Since they don’t really have a dedicated server infirmary, each hermit has their own medical supply sets in their base— it’s just part of the server expectations — and they also reflect their owners. Pearl’s is VERY well stocked, neat and tidy. Iskall’s is typically about 30% stocked (they’ll restock it later!). Stress only has colorful/fun bandaids in her supplies— coincidentally it’s not uncommon to see Iskall with a pink donut bandaid around his finger or a Scooby Doo bandaid on his leg. He fervently denies that he takes from anyone stash but his own. Grian’s has at least 3 bottles of extra strength excedrin. Skizz’s has an unopened pack of pads in his.

TLDR; if you want a specific “medic”, use cub or doc but in reality it’s a very messy web of ‘well this person is best at THIS part—‘ that they navigate around

[karamazovanon]

Smerdyakov: 1,2,3 and 12 (for the character ask thingy)

(character ask game!)

AHHH SMERDYAKOV MY BELOVED THANK U 4 ENABLING ME TO RANT ABT HIM.

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

oh man WHERE TO FUCKING BEGIN. he!! he's such a smug little shitlord and it's one of my favorite dosto psychological archetypes, a character who feels so different from everyone else & so isolated that they end up feeling better than everyone (e.g. smarter, like smerd's bit about the creation myth) while also worse than everyone (e.g. smerd's deep insecurity about his social standing esp compared to his brothers, idolizing ivan). he's just the Are you tired of being nice? Don't you just want to go ape shitt? meme a little bit. also he's just a weird little control freak. i love my lil bouillon boy.

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

FAVORITE is hard omg. i really love that he plays guitar and sings in falsetto........ he's just a little guy!!! and the line. the fucking line. "I exterminate my life by my own will and inclination, in order to blame no one." what a raw fucking line. and such a concise statement of pavel as a character, who spends the entire novel fighting to exercise his free will and establish his agency as a human being in the eyes of everyone around him through any means possible, and then he only finally gets the power he wants so badly by weaponizing the societal perceptions of him he hates so much (at first fyodor pavlovich only gives half a fuck about him when he starts having fits, then later on he gets away with murder by affirming their views of him as epileptic/weak, stupid, cowardly, "just a lackey", etc etc ive ranted abt this before). smerdyakov get behind me. he did nothing wrong

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character?

i mean. it's gotta be the killing small animals as a child right. like we can agree on that. that's not cool baby pavel. (to be fair though. it's also interesting symbolically as a reflection of his power struggle throughout his lifetime—even as a kid he was looking for creatures with even less power than he so he could feel like he was in control of something for once, which then turned to obsession over food, arguing with his father/master, murder, etc. Wish he didn't have to kill cats about it though !)

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

oooooo hmmmmm. this probably doesn't count as a headcanon but i do want him and katya to talk shit about ivan just once. i just KNOW they'd get his ass. also not to be predictable but i absolutely hc him as gay and not even in the im just making everyone gay bc i am way, in a 100% serious this-is-a-valid-interpretation-of-the-text way. i just think his utter lack of interest in women, alienation from society, insecurity about being Born Wrong, distaste for religion (esp. how illogical it is), etc is so very gaycoded. also that line about fyodor pavlovich offering to set him up with a girl to marry: "'Perhaps you ought to marry some girl, do you want me to find you one?' But this kind of talk would only make Smerdyakov turn pale with annoyance, and he would not reply." (tr. mcduff) like that was me on thanksgiving when my aunt asked if i had a boyfriend yet im sorry!!

[godlizzza]

HERE ME OUT-

An AU where Dan is spiderman and Herbert works at Oscorp/Alchemax (or whatever the equivalent would be in this AU) and Herbert gives Dan intell on important stuff. Mabye Dr Hill is Green Goblin? Idk I've been hyperfixating on Spiderverse recently and I had this idea randomly.

Dan was growing concerned with how well-acquainted he'd become with the route to a specific window at the Hilltop headquarters. There was a hotel across the street that gave him a perfect swing to the nineteenth floor, allowing him to land precisely on his mark. He crawled over the panes of glass, wind rushing past his ears. He spared a single glance at the lines of traffic stuck bumper-to-bumper on the roads below before rapping his knuckles on the window.

In and out, Dan promised himself.

Moments later the window was being pushed open and the familiar form of Herbert West was ushering him inside.

Dan deftly slipped over the windowsill, rolling to stand in the center of Herbert's lab. Beakers and vials of every colour bubbled on his workbench, the various machines lining the walls buzzing and humming with power.

"Back already," Herbert observed, latching the window shut once more, then turning to face Dan. He was dressed in his usual lab coat, the white fabric already stained black in large patches with soot.

"Little early to try blowing yourself up, isn't it?" Dan quipped, squinting at the various machines Herbert used for God-knew-what. "Even by your standards."

Herbert huffed, patting down his shoulders and frazzled hair, puffs of smoke wafting off of him in the process. "Some of us have been hard at work. We don't get to spend our time galivanting around the city, rescuing cats from trees."

Dan rolled his eyes, knowing Herbert couldn't see it from beneath his mask. "Yeah, that's totally what I've been up to. Now, have you made the antidote or what?"

"I said I would, didn't I?" Herbert replied, though all ire instantly vanished from his face. He looked excited as he scampered over to his work bench, fiddling with the beakers until he came away with a vial of bright red liquid. It seemed to glow, casting a pale pink light across his face and reflecting in the lenses of his glasses. "This should do the trick. If you drink this, it ought to negate Hill's mind control powers long enough to give you a shot at taking him down."

"How long?" Dan pressed, taking the vial and turning it over in his hands.

"I can't say for certain," Herbert said. "There's not exactly a way for me to test it without Hill's cooperation, but I'd estimate about ten minutes."

Dan hummed, considering this. Even without his powers, it would be difficult to get close enough to Hill for it to matter. The man was flanked by his cybernetic bodyguards round the clock. Dan would still have to fight his way through them to get at Hill, but ten minutes with his mind intact was better odds than going in completely vulnerable.

"Thanks," Dan said, pocketing the vial.

Herbert gave him a thin smile. "Don't mention it. Any losses Hill takes will be well worth it."

"I don't know how you can stand it," Dan confessed. "Being around him, knowing he could take your will away, just like that."

He snapped his fingers between them but Herbert appeared unconcerned.

"He doesn't see a need to use them on me," Herbert said. "So long as he doesn't see me as a threat, I'm in the clear." His eyes twinkled as he swept his gaze along the length of Dan's black and green suit, lingering on the spider insignia stamped over his chest. "And so are you."

Dan crossed his arms, leaning back to smile at the other man. "Yeah, well, I can't have my only in at Hilltop getting compromised. So, keep your nose clean, okay, Doc?"

Herbert pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at Dan as though trying to determine if he was being had or not. Eventually he gave a short nod.

"I'll do my best. Now, get out there and pulverize my boss, will you? He should almost be at the project site by now."

Dan saluted him, then backed up towards the window. He undid the latch and hopped up to crouch on the windowsill, the outside wind brushing his toes. He glanced over his shoulder to see Herbert keenly watching him, and felt the urge to do something truly outrageous, like blow him a kiss. Instead, he merely waved good-bye then dove out the window.

He fell, plummeting towards the ground long enough to let him catch his breath, before he shot a line of webbing at the corner of the hotel and swung away. As he raced across the city, the vial secured snuggly in his pocket, he couldn't stop thinking about Herbert's eyes burning with intensity as he watched him.

They were a pretty colour, on the cusp between green and brown. Dan couldn't remember if he'd noticed before.

[rigor-meowtis]

do any like. good vocaloid related inktober lists exist please its Very Improtant

[elftwink]

saw a video about 2 player ttrpgs and one of them was like "this one's about a pretend marriage" and i was like oh? and i looked it up on itch (eyes on the prize, fyi) and it's 50% as of right now and i was like OH? and i bought it immediately & ive read most of it and i am a big fan. and i KNOW that i have friends who would have fun playing it (it's a 2 player or 4 player game; the 4 player variant has 2 fake couples) but asking them is going to be so cringe. yeah we're gonna make up people and pretend to be them and then pretend to pretend to get married and the characters when they start their pretending they're gonna be like "oh we don't have any romantic feelings towards each other this is strictly plot" but then (get this) they will start to develop real feelings for each other. and we're gonna act it out together and pretend to be them but don't worry! we have no romantic feelings towards one another. this is strictly plot. when WE (irl) pretend to be in love it's actually platonic, unlike the people who we are pretending to be to each other. so do you have like 2-5 hours you wanna dedicate to that next week

and the worst part is that's 100% what i want. like i have roleplayed romance before with friends it is literally not a big deal because the whole point of roleplay is that the character ISN'T you. but with a fake relationship the crushing weight of dramatic irony hovers behind me

[starlooove]

My biggest superhero flaw is that I do dehumanize them a bit like that’s not a 15 year old that’s spider man that’s not a child that’s Robin and not in the sense they can’t have normal human reactions or feelings but like. No idc if a grown man is beating up a teenager when they’re both dressed in spandex on the opposite sides of a world ending debacle that just doesn’t matter to me

[edgarallanpoestan]

me writing emduo fics: theyre all in the same universe, this is the same techno and phil every single goddamn time. obviously.

me writing tntduo fics: why the fuck would these be the same characters?? obviously these are different universes for every fic, why would i write them any other way

[humanmorph]

im going through my secsam prompts from last year to recycle for this year and it feels so powerful to delete some with the reasoning of 'well i'd rather draw this myself'

[harrowharkwife]

swear to god if i open a fanfic ONE MORE TIME only to be greeted with an author's note saying "i asked chatgpt to tell me a story about-" i am going to go fucking NUCLEAR

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 217

Adjective: Earthy

Noun: Lung

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Earthy: resembling or suggestive of earth or soil; (of a person or their language) direct and uninhibited, especially about sexual subjects or bodily functions

Lung: each of the pair of organs situated within the rib cage, consisting of elastic sacs with branching passages into which air is drawn, so that oxygen can pass into the blood and carbon dioxide be removed, and lungs are characteristic of vertebrates other than fish, though similar structures are present in some other animal groups; an open space in a town or city, where people can breathe fresher air

[mothbeasts]

saw a take on here that made me so mad so ermm. i am complaining about it on tumblr dot com i guess.

someone not liking that computer generated images are being called art does not mean they. checks notes. hate disabled people?????

[heavenly-kazee]

Just seeing AI-generated fanfic stories like this is one of my worst nightmares when it comes to writing poetically. Not only writing but even art forms of drawing. This madness wouldn't be stopped at any moment unless we have to do something about it. Writing a fic was never once easy, it all started by developing skills. I never tried making one when I was a kid, I just wrote my diary for the first time and every time I re-read it, there are many emotions, not just happiness and anger.

I decided to enhance my writing skills by creating my first fanfic on Wattpad. People responded positively to it, so I continued to create more. Writing fanfics had been a hobby of mine for a while, and I enjoyed it whether it was through fanfics or roleplaying in books. As time went on, my writing skills improved, and by the time I reached high school, one of my fanfictions on Wattpad became the top number one for the ship name "Abeshiya." That was a long time ago ofc, I posted the unexpected event on WhatsApp, and I never felt this much joy and love for my own fanfic.

Unfortunately for my time in Wattpad, it didn't last forever since I had a major exam for my final year of high school. Once I finish completing Abeshiya one-shots, I say goodbye to my dedicated fic and move on with new project fics. I had been there for 7 years; I used to be motivated, but now... Everything changed. I found out about AO3 when I turned 15 years old; I was new to the archive, so I surfed there as an anonymous user. But I wasn't into it, thanks to the complicated system of the site, so I went back to Wattpad for comfort.

Everyone in Wattpad was kind ofc, the majority of them were the same age as me and probably older. I never had any enemies there in the first place. We even talked a lot in the comments section, it was still fun before Wattpad became the horrible app just because there were kids everywhere (I preferred it when everything was not restrictive). Sadly, Wattpad already enforced their strict new family-friendly rules so I immediately left since abeshiya fic is not completely family-friendly at all (knowing my coping mechanism is also dark, so I blame my parents for being neglectful to me)

Right when the Wattpad changed entirely, I then moved to AO3 again, wanting to write more fanfics and probably put my old works in there. Remember when I said the system was complicated? I didn't become an idiot so I adjusted myself to being there temporarily, reading old fics and creating my acc just to make a collection of bookmarks. After two years of surfing and learning how the complicated AO3 system works, I got used to it and I finally wrote my first fic there, too impatient fic. It has yandere and questionable tags, I make sure I read the archive warning carefully so I selected it as an explicit (and maybe dead dove as well, although it wasn't extreme however I stated that the mc was sexually assaulted to the point of passing out from the abuse and the desire to not let anyone get hurt because his mom died in a accident)

That was just the beginning, I never expected my abeshiya fic to also have dd:dne element, with just a simple "buried alive" fic. I wasn't aware of it, my fic inspiration was from Dolls Fall manga which is the same mangaka of Corpse Party so technically dd:dne was new to me lmao- Back then, I felt bad for my wattpad fans who read my abeshiya fic religiously. So I went back to my "buried alive" abeshiya fic but turns out it wasn't descriptive or detailed-ish, I was worried for nothing. At that time, I wasn't a Wattpad writer anymore, I was already a dark web writer who unpredictably wrote dark fics without comfort which to my surprise I was not aware of it as well

This was my history of learning how to be a writer better, I just wanted to tell my story since writing is one of the most rewarding despite the hardships from the start. Seeing that there are people taking advantage of writing fanfics by using AI is just horrendous. That's not even known as skill-developing, that is called a copycat, with no talent or skills whatsoever. Gaining skills is indeed difficult; there is no such as perfection, whether you like it or not.

Besides, my English wasn't better either, my language ability was limited when I was a kid, and I was scared to lose my native tongue language just to speak it excellently. It's not really fear-based but quite about being forced to talk in the native language due to the majority of my generation being ignorant and throwing aside the real identity of their home country background. That is if you travel to East Malaysia, only the younger generation can speak English very well than me 💀

The extinct language I'm talking about is kadazandusun, an Indigenous tribe language only in East Malaysia. Some of the language systems are a bit similar to Tagalog though and I'm bilingual because I speak both kadazandusun and malay (not exactly kadazan, since I never pronounce V's when I talk to my family at all so it's mostly dusun when I'm communicating lol)

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[milksnake-tea]

❀ ˎˊ- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows. ❀ ˎˊ- wise x gn!reader ❀ ˎˊ- wc: 1.3k ❀ ˎˊ- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay ❀ ˎˊ- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.

Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isn’t because of you.

Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.

But this time, it’s him who’s being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isn’t you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).

No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customers’ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chef’s eyes, and it doesn’t take a genius to know why.

“Wise?”

He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. He’s quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.

“Sorry, you were saying?” he says smoothly (at least he hopes it’s smooth, he still doesn’t know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” you laugh. “I was just saying that you have a little something on your face.”

Wise feels his cheeks warm. “Oh, really? Thanks for telling me.”

He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly you’re all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.

“Wha- Wait, what’re you-” he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.

“Hey, stand still,” you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.

At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.

As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadn’t fainted on the spot. That would’ve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.

His face feels cooler - hopefully it isn’t so red anymore. By the time he’s able to think coherently again, you’ve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what you’re talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.

The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?

And this isn’t the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of his… ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).

Just last week, he’d seen you at the Coff Café, and Tin Man, being both a gracious cafe owner and a huge romantic, had decided that that day was a good day to have a 50% off deal specifically for pairs if they bought two or more items.

Wise hadn’t questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.

But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasn’t sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.

He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars he’d see at twilight, when he couldn’t sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eridu’s nightlife.

Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Man’s artificial eyes.

He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of “good luck” haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.

The amount of times he’s caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he can’t count on both hands - and that’s not including what Belle has tried. It’d be funny if it wasn’t also incredibly humiliating.

“Master, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you should’ve stayed home to take a nap.”

Wise sighs. “Be quiet, Fairy. I’m in public.”

“What?” you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing he’d been a little too loud.

“Sorry, I was talking to myself,” he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - it’s a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.

“No, it’s okay,” you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. “You’ve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?”

You, Wise wants to say, but he doesn’t feel like embarrassing himself further. “I guess I’m just tired. Long day today.”

“I can tell,” you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. “Come on, I’ll walk you home. You look like you’re about to fall asleep.”

Wise’s heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.

“Bro!” Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you aren’t looking. “[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-”

Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belle’s mouth. You can’t help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.

“Ignore her,” he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. “Do you want to come in, or…?”

“No, I shouldn’t.” You wave your hands bashfully. “It’s getting late, so I should be getting back home.”

Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).

“Well, I guess this is goodbye.”

You nod, shifting your feet. “I guess it is.”

Wise’s brows furrow at your behavior - what’s on your mind. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.

You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and it’s almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.

“I really enjoyed today,” you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angel’s. “Thanks for hanging out with me.”

Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.

It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.

“Hey sis?”

Belle sounds as shocked as him. “Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to faint.”

He hears his sister sigh.

“Wise, you’re helpless, you know that?” she shakes her head exasperatingly. “And just when you finally made progress too.”

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